#Maria's fall

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Maron Moos

CW: corruption, magic, monster girls, cow girl, transformation, brainwashing, mind control

This story is set in the universe of Maria's corruption, find others with #Maria's Fall.

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Sweat ran down Maron's forehead. She heaved a heavy container through her farm's stable, accompanied by the occasional mooing of the cows. Like any other day she worked, but this time it was to smother the stirring worry in her stomach.

Days ago, a courier had carried horrible news. The realm ruled by Queen Marinette had fallen to the Monster horde. The very country her friend Lucina had visited.

She had only heard about the horrors wrought by Monsters. They would kidnap women who strayed into the wild, subject them to horrid, inhumane practices to transform them into vile, lustful beings. Creatures who could only think to corrupt another man or woman into the ranks of monsters.

And the worry that Lucina could be one of them was more than enough to break Maron's heart. To cope with the worry that plagued her thoughts, Maron spent most of the day toiling in her work. Keeping busy kept her mind off the many scenarios in her head. Hoping Lucina had simply escaped and found safety in another kingdom, and the lack of contact with her had been due to her being unable to travel.

Maron maneuvered through the Barn's gate, setting the container down to the side. Just as she was turning back to the entrance, the sight of someone at the stable's entrance made her gasp in joy. Her best friend stood at the doorway, a smile stretching her cheeks. "Lucina!" She breathed out.

Lucina's long, luscious hair flowed gently from the back of the light blue dress that wrapped snug around her waist. Black coated her plump lips, and Maron found herself staring at them for a bit too long. "You look well! Did you get to another country after — the bad stuff happened?" Maron cautiously asked. She wanted to know, but the thought of the answers scared her.

"Luckily, I had already left." Lucina's voice reverberated with a sensual lilt. It caressed Maron's ear like a relaxing summer breast, filled with warmth and promises of rewards. The farmer suddenly lost herself in her friend's beautiful, azure gaze, those seductive black-painted lips, and her swaying hips as she moved to wrap Maron in an embrace.

Maron's chest throbbed at the close proximity. The farm girl let herself be pulled closer by the taller Lucina, who whispered into her ear, "You know I missed you."

Her mouth went dry. She wasn't sure why Lucina was so affectionate when they had never acted this close before. The sensation of Lucina's fingers massaging into her shoulder sent tingles shooting through her spine.

"I missed you too," she said shakily. It was true. And it was also the truth that the closeness felt — pleasant. They stayed in the hug for a good minute or so. "You can tell me about the trip, if you want?" She finally offered, after a couple more seconds of blissful silence.

"Later," purred Lucina, "let's enjoy this moment, Maron." Maron could have sworn she felt her friend's hand roaming down her shoulder to her lower back, almost grazing her rear. She drew a sharp breath in.

Lucina pulled away slightly. Her eyes flickered for a moment, a darker blue in her eyes flashing through for just a split second. She pulled away, her sly smirk playing on her lips. "Come," her words melted over Maron like dripping chocolate. "It is only afternoon, but you must take a break from all your work. Let us eat dinner together and chat. How does that sound, hmm?"

"Oh! Sure. Of course!" Maron brushed a whisp of auburn hair behind her ear. A bit of embarrassment flushed her face. What had come over her, getting all excited? She had a feeling that the way she reacted had shown through, but thankfully, Lucina didn't bring it up. And why was she acting so sensual?

Worry gnawed at Maron. Maybe she hadn't been lucky and managed to escape that fallen country of Queen Marinette...

"I'll get the food, one moment." Maron rushed into the kitchen. She took a deep breath. That was such a rediculous thought. Lucina didn't look like any kind of monster. A small voice whispered that maybe that was the point of the monsters. Maron shook the doubt out of her mind. No she would not start thinking of her dearest friend as a horrid monster. That's just — not how you treat friends. Lucina may have had a traumatic time seeing people getting taken, and was perhaps feeling lonely. That's why she's being so affectionate. Yeah.

With a basket of bread, fruit and butter held close to her body, Maron hurried back. Her friend sat with a leg crossed over her knee, a seductive pose that looked like it was meant for Maron's eyes.

"There you are. I'm getting quite hungry." The farm girl noticed the sultry tone to her friend's words, a tone she was not used to. A tone that tickles her skin in funny ways. Her cheeks warmed.

"Here," she put down the food, and began spreading butter onto two of the slices of bread. Lucina uncrossed her leg to pick at a berry. She plopped one of the little blue fruits in her mouth, the motion seeming graceful, delicate, alluring in its elegance. Maron stared at a trail of juice running along those plump onyx lips. They glistened invitingly in the light. When Lucina's tongue licked away the liquid, Maron could not help herself, she swallowed a lump stuck in her throat. Any thing her friend did, seemed so enticing. The farm girl could feel the desire inside, wanting to know how it feels to have that tongue exploring her — no. That was an indecent thought.

She tore her eyes away. Breathing in hard, she noticed how hard her nipples had grown. The two peaks poked against her dress. A glance at her friend told her Lucina was staring, right at the hardened nipples that Maron could do nothing to cover. Her breathing grew heavy. Why was she feeling so excited, when all that was happening was her friend's presence. It didn't help that said friend looked so seductive.

"Someone is very excited," cooed Lucina, "maybe we should eat something else." A shiver ran along Lucina's form. "Something a little more, carnal." She whispered seductively.

"W-What?" Maron stumbled on her words, feeling heat pool in her lower body. "L-Lucina, are you saying we should," she dropped to a whisper, "-kiss and stuff?"

A smirk tugged Lucina's black, glossy lips up, like an alluring string pulling her up to an erotic heaven. The long, dark strands of hair draped across her face made her eyes shine. "If you want, sweet Maron, let's start there." A finger reached for Maron's chin, tilting the shorter girl up, "and who knows, maybe we will do something a little more daring? If you want, of course."

The farm girl swallowed another hard lump, a shiver racing down to the heat that bubbled in her nether region. "I'm — not sure," she replied breathily, her eyes now fixed on Lucina's dark, enticing lips. Something about her friend had changed, and Maron knew what that was, deep in the depths of her mind, she knew what it was.

But the sensations this tantalizing version promised, clouded her judgement. When their lips connected, the heat within Maron grew stronger, and a part of her yearned for more. "Maron," said the taller woman as she pulled back, "we've known each other for years. Do you trust me?" That sapphire gaze held her spellbound, the deep pools of an ocean threatening to drag her under with promises of pleasures.

A soft smile was on the farm girl's lips. She found herself nodding to her friend, who began to stroke Maron's cheek in a comforting way. "Very good. Such a good girl. Let's move to the bedroom. We don't want to ruin the table. Well, not yet."

Lucina led them both into Maron's room, the farm girl's heartbeat increasing with every step she took towards the room. A little voice screamed at her, asking her why she wasn't rejecting her friend's obvious intent. But a more dominant part of her brain refused, refused to fight back at the desires and curiosity.

Lucina turned once she reached the bed, a smoldering look in her eyes, as the two women stared at one another, before Maron moved forward to place her hands around Lucina's waist, while her taller counterpart's wrapped around the farm girl's shoulder and the back of her head. Their lips joined in another kiss. Their tongues danced, Lucina's pushing deep into Maron's throat.

Maron broke the kiss. Her breaths were coming in quick gasps. Lucina began pulling off the farm girl's dress, exposing her breasts and smooth skin to the cool air. Lucina grabbed each of her round globes in a firm hold, squeezing the flesh. A moan slipped out of Maron as the other's woman thumbs ran over her perked nubs, teasing her with light circles.

"Does my Maron enjoy that? Hmm?" Purred Lucina, "It would be no good for a cow to not have their teats played with."

Dazed, Maron whimpered, "C-cow?" Before her brain caught up, Lucina was on her again, drawing out another mewl. Maron could do little to hold her own sounds back as Lucina squeezed her breasts again.

The raven-haired girl moved down and locked her mouth around one nipple, licking, swirling, sucking while Maron's soft cries of pleasure grew louder and louder. She could barely take it anymore, and her knees buckled, but her friend's firm arms caught her by the shoulders, preventing her fall.

With a plop her friend disconnected. "Yes, a cow. That's what you are, sweet Maron. Only a cow is so focused on her udders." Her breath tickled the moist bud. Her other hand went up to tug at the other nipple, wrenching another cry from the farm girl's lips.

A pleasant pressure pushed against Maron's breasts from the inside. Through hazy gaze she saw them expanding. The milky globes swelling, filling her friend's palms. Each second brought more and more mass, more of Maron's flesh into existence, filling her with pleasure.

Maron gasped, feeling a rush of something hot and heavy inside of her chest, causing her tits to balloon bigger and heavier. She could tell Lucina was smiling even as her tongue worked around one of the buds.

"So full with your sweet nectar." A hand came to push on Maron's chest, squeezing her boob. She cried out when liquid sprayed from the peak that her friend latched on, who promptly sucked on the nub harder than ever before.

"S-s-stoop," Maron whimpered, the o drawn out into a oo like sound. "M-making meeee, feel sssstrange," she whined, but despite her words, the heat in her core burned higher. Her pussy felt so hot and needy.

"That is the point, sweet Maron." The woman sucking on her tit stopped for a brief second, just to speak, and Maron almost cried in disappointment at the abrupt stop, "Cow girls don't think, they just feel and moo."

The pleasure surged in Maron's bosom. Her moan grew louder with every suck, her breasts sprayed their creamy, milk into Lucina's waiting, hungry mouth. The sensations only increased as Maron's mind grew hazy. "Nnnaa — m-moooooo." She cried, feeling her insides clench hard. The sound echoed through her own mind.

"Mooooo, moo," she said softly, almost inaudible. The sound sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Thoughts stpped running through her mind. She could no longer remember any other word. She was too full in the head, too full in the chest to even consider remembering something unimportant. Her milk felt too good. She didn't want Lucina to ever stop drinking from her massive mammaries, or suckling from her udders.

"Mo-moooo, moo, mo — o." The farm girl let out a cry. Her pussy throbbed with heat. Arousal drenched the insides of her legs, soaking the dress that hung over her legs.

"Very good." The woman sucking on Maron's tits said. A pop followed when she detached, causing the shorter girl to moan loudly at the loss. The heavy, wet, smacking sounds of Lucina licking up the trail of milk, drew more cries and moos from the farm girl, each time sending shudders racing along her spine. "I knew you'd make a great cow girl for the Great Lady."

From Lucina's back sprouted two large leather wings. A spaded tail swished along the floor. And most noticeably of all, two large black horns rose from Lucina's temples. It was a look that brought the farm girl no end of thrumming in her now lust-addled head. Her mind filled itself with thoughts of this magnificent, tall, and strong monster lady.

Her new mistress.

"Moo — mooooooooooo." Maron's whimpers drew another smile from the succubus, who stroked along her back.

"What a good cow. Isn't this better, Maron, don't you feel so relaxed and happy? Cows don't have to stress about difficult stuff like numbers, and trade, and taxes. They only have to listen to their owner, and be bred and milked." Lucina whispered into her ear in the most loving of tones, causing a shiver to rack through Maron's body.

Maron's response was a low moo, a long one that stretched for ages. It was an eternity that the sound rolled off her tongue, and it was pure pleasure that shuddered in the farm girl. Maron was nothing more than an obedient, happy little heifer. She felt her mind grow fuzzy. She couldn't imagine a moment when she wasn't moaning and mewing for the succubi that took control of her. Her body grew numb, heavy. A weight pressed into her head. A soft, comfortable pressure that wrapped snug around the farm girl's brain. But despite it all, she could only think that the sensation was wonderful.

Lucina moved her hands to squeeze at Maron's rear, groping the doughy flesh, her palms squeezing, pulling apart the malleable cheeks. Her thumbs pressed in between, massaging into the pliable dough that was Maron's behind. She tugged in-between and pulled a tail out. "This tail fits so nicely, my lovely bovine."

"Moo!" Maron's lips quirked up, her head empty but for the desire to please and follow her new owner. The sensation of a hand running up her thigh brought her attention back to her beautiful owner, her mistress who looked more and more mesmerising with every passing moment.

"Not much left in that head," Lucina purred, "that's fine, that's how cows should be, hmm?"

"Mooo, mooo," came Maron's eager response.

"Very good. You are my obedient cow, happy with only listening to what I say. Nothing is better for a cute, dumb bovine than being bred and milked, right Maron?" The farm girl felt a warm rush of pleasure run through her at the words, accompanied by a tightening in her nether region. Her mistress patted Maron's empty head. A pair of horns sprouted from Maron's hairline. The weight pressed on Maron's brain. "Do you understand how much of a cow slut you are?"

"M-mooo," Maron mooed, a dopey grin crossed her face. A gush of arousal leaked from her folds, the pleasure of her submission surging through the farm girl. Mistress was so right, Mistress knew everything. That thought felt so right. She didn't need to think, because her owner would do that for Maron.

Maron felt Mistress's fingers rub around her clit. "And do you know, the best part about cow girls like you? Your milk is an addictive transformative. Everyone who will taste it, shall become another monster in service of the Great Lady. You'll bring in many for us, my cute cow." Lucina said, as her finger rubbed Maron's sensitive button harder.

The shorter girl felt a powerful heat begin to boil deep inside of her body, it was building and building from her pussy, to her boobs that tingled, until it snapped. Maron cried out her release, milk spraying from her nipples while her body shivered under the powerful release. She panted for air as the overwhelming waves of pleasure and gratification crashed around her brain.

"Such a good girl, a very good pet."

She slumped back into her Mistress' embrace and mooed her satisfaction, the last of her thoughts melting away in the afterglow.

The next day a seductive Lucina was on her way into the village. A cart full of monster girl making milk would be sold. Maron stood alone in the barn. Mooing and waiting for the next milking.

[burntbrownsugar]

It’s MY turn to crash out over a Robotnik goddammit

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Part 1

[ministarfruit]

picture this with me: begrudging coworkers goulstrade attending a fancy event in their capcom café outfits, forced to work together, completely outside both of their usual comfort zones,

[cyani-ion]

Gouache and colored pencil

I want the future games to use movie maria’s personality so bad from now on. Her and Shadow actually seemed like best friends/siblings!

I’m gonna watch it for the 3rd time tomorrow 💖✌🏾

[eighthman-bound]

Sonic fans everytime when that blond kid shows up in any kind of media-

Sonic fans when said Child is seen getting shot for the dozenth time-

[renae022]

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[emilybluntsource]

EMILY BLUNT as JODY MORENO in THE FALL GUY (2024) dir. David Leitch

[renard-dartigue]

More fem Shadow and Maria. I thought about genderbending Maria but the thought of her treating Shadow like a little sister was too cute not to draw.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

“tails reminds shadow of maria” what about tails reminds shadow of himself? hi, my name is overgrown and in this presentation ill be discussing

[soulmaking]

[jedidragonwarriorqueen]

i cope with making memes. good thing i already have this series going

[brokentrafficknight]

We back to doin' One Piece a little now

[cosmicoriole]

🌕"Tonight...Gehrman joins the Hunt."🌕

Gives me chills every time I hear it.

This painting is called 'Surrogate'. I tried some new things, but still delivered on the fall vibes for the season 🍁🍂

Gehrman is one of the more fascinating characters of the franchise to me because of his elusive story. There's so much we 'know' about him because of connections and inferences, but there isn't much that is outright said about him, and even that is often debated in the community.

What was his relationship with Laurence? Maria? The Moon Presence? What were the circumstances that landed him in the dream? Why a scythe? Why a doll? There's so much that we're only left to guess about him, which is ironic since knowing his circumstances exactly would really solidify a lot of the story.

What's your favorite Gehrman theory/lore bit?

Thank you for looking!

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everything I read now reminds me of Narziss/Goldmund dynamic......... Help me...