Inheritance - Re-Creation


by Creirwy

Tags: #cw:CGL #cw:incest #cw:noncon #cw:sexual_assault #D/s #dom:female #drones #f/f #Hypnosis #pov:bottom #pov:top #sub:female #clothing #exhibitionism #growth #humiliation #multiple_partners #relationship_shift #scifi

Xara felt very uncomfortable. She was used to being a rebel, a goth, like her Aunt Ruby often dressed as. She had arrived back home last night, and after her first night alone in weeks (aside from Layla, but cats weren't quite the same) she had been instructed to dress more appropriately and innocently.

She didn't know why, but it had entailed letting her hair down from its usual all-on-one-side style. She wasn't used to both ears being covered in hair, nor was she used to her green tips being dyed black. Nor was she used to wearing a modest skirt or flat-soled shoes. She doubted she could kick anyone's ass dressed like this.

"Why am I wearing this?" She asked. Somna looked sideways at her as they walked down the street.

"You need some mental reframing, and being more docile might help you with your impulsive urges. That's also why we're going where we're going."

"Which is?"

"Right here." Somna suddenly turned down a laneway framed by gats covered in flowers and vines, and Xara followed to discover a boarding school-like mansion she had seen a few times in her city explorations, but had never investigated. She felt a slight unease.

"What is here again?"

"The Matron."

"The who?"

Somna didn't answer, pulling back the door knocker and thumping it against the hard wood doors three times. After a few moments the doors opened and a mature woman stepped out into the sunlight. She wore a long, modest black dress and her hair was silvery grey, in a similar style to Somna's white hair. In fact, Xara noted, the two women looked very similar, although where Somna had the fit yet mature look of a woman who worked out but had raised a child, the Matron had the soft curviness of a woman who had herself borne more than one child and had not bothered to build up muscle, instead relying on dieting to maintain her figure.

Put simply, she was one of the milfiest women Xara had ever seen, and she wanted to pounce on her immediately.

"Xara, this is the Matron, and my older sister," Somna introduced. Xara blinked.

"I have another aunt?"

"You wouldn't remember the last time you met. You've lived in different circles."

"Hello, Xara," the Matron smiled warmly, bending at the knees to pinch her cheeks. "I've heard a lot about you, honey. I'm looking forward to getting to know you."

"Um, hi?" Xara blushed. "I don't know why I'm here?"

Somna smiled. "The Matron excels in rehabilitation of troubled youths," she explained. "Think of her as a second mother for those whose own parents didn't quite do the best job."

Xara winced at that. "You were great parents, Mom, I'm the one who fucked up."

"True," Somna admitted, leaving Xara to splutter indignantly. "But perhaps some time with the Matron will give you some new perspective. You're going to live with her this week."

Xara blinked again. "Why are you avoiding telling me her name?" She queried suspiciously.

"You won't need it. Nyna?"

The catgirl appeared floating in the air between the women, pixie-sized. "Yes, Miss Somna!"

"Hotswap, please."

"Kay!" Nyna gestured and pulled some familiar symbols of thin air; a down arrow floating in front of Xara's chest, connected by a white band of light to an up arrow in front of Somna's.

"Mom?" Xara called anxiously. "What is this?"

"It's for your own good," Somna responded, giving the arrow in front of her a flick. It floated over to rest in front of the Matron's chest, where it briefly pulsed before it all faded away. "Anyway, I'd best get out of your hair. "See you in a week, Xara, sister."

"See you then, Somna," the Matron smiled.

"Bye, Miss Somna,” Xara mumbled, watching the hypnotist leave through the garden. Her head was swimming a little, so she held a hand to her forehead to steady it. The Matron leaned in and added her own hand.

"Goodness, you're a little overheated, honey. You shouldn't overexert yourself. Come in and let's have some lunch, okay?"

"Yes, Mom," Xara replied and moved to enter the house. The Matron caught her and pulled her into a tight hug that pressed Xara's ears against large, soft breasts like pillows, making her mewl.

"You know I prefer Mommy, Xara."

Xara sighed, content. "Yes, Mommy..."

"Good girl," the Matron smiled. Xara beamed at the praise and the duo entered the house, closing the door behind them.


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