NTR Quest - Immovable vs Unstoppable 3 - Wits (Patreon)

“Did I hear you correctly?” The voice of Serius rang out in Sam's head, first, then carried out into the air as the Tanuki appeared beside him. The tone had an offended air about it, and the owner was also very genuinely hurt, but in the most sarcastic way possible.
“Why... “ He motioned towards himself flourishingly, his expression the mocking mask of surprise that the Tanuki Incarnate could best pull off.

“You want to use that on me?” Sam stepped back from him, pulling Kara and Raithe back with him.

“So what?” Sam chided, put off by the creature's arrogance.

“Did I make you drink it? I gave you many tools to succeed and you decided to go along with that Orc's flow. Seems ill advised, hmm?”

“You knew Malik had leverage over me before you asked me to go confront him. I know you're playing both sides. Why? Just so you can get one or both of us to leave?” Sam inquired.

“I'm actually fine with you now that your Patron is properly suppressed. You can stay.” Serius offered under a guise of generosity.
“But I do want Malik to leave.. If you give over that Hero character he'll go and you and I can stay here. Maybe I'll let you help me run my business? Would you like that?” He turned up his snout and grinned coyly.

“Oh you'll 'let' me. How gracious, your Majesty!”

“It's a better deal than failing and becoming an Orc woman.” Serius huffed.

“Yeah, I get it. You get everything you want by handing Malik everything he wants, but I know something you don't. This Hero is-”

“Not just any Hero.” Serius rolled his purple eyes.
“Yes yes. I know. It's fine. I've lived long enough to see that he is not the first and will not be the last. Malik is the first and last of what he is that will be allowed into my circus, so I would like him out.”

“Why don't you just kill him?” Sam asked.

“Why don't you?” Serius asked mockingly.  

“Because I-” He lifted his head in recognition.
“You're bound by your own rules, huh?”

“Otherwise it wouldn't be a rule, fool. The power of a rule fades when it is subverted.”

Sam smirks. “You should try this.” He held up the half-filled vial.

“Maybe then you'd be more fun to be around. At least then I could consider it.”

“Is that all?” Serius stepped forward slowly.
“Why would I drink that...” His body changed shape. Grew in height but shrank in size in other way.
“When I can be whatever I want to be?” She suddenly appeared before Sam as a tall bombshell of a woman. No longer the incarnate appearance with an animal face and snout and the fat furry body. Insead she had smooth, pale skin. Though, she still had a black 'mask' around her eyes that carried over. Her hair was black, but the fur on her little Tanuki ears had white and gray rings, as did her bushy tail. She looked more like a Beastfolk, which Sam was decidedly not opposed to. When he closed his eyes he could still see the fat raccoon, however, so he chose to not be taken in.

“What are you?” Sam asked, leaning back from her touch.

She rolled her eyes. “Do you really care? You just want insight into what I can do...” With that she let out a little chuckle and shifted back instantly with a 'poof' and a wafting up of smoke into the fat little Raccoon Sam had come to recognize.
“The answer may shock you!”

“Yes?”

“I was around when the world was young...” He explained dramatically.

“So?” Sam shrugged.

Serius waved his paw at Sam dismissively. “Oh! You're so boring!” He turned, took a few steps and disappeared.

“I learned something good.” Sam grinned.

“What's that, Master?” Kara asked.

“He can't actually harm me or kill me unless I break one of his rules. He's bound by his own laws.”

“I suppose so, Master, but should he really be our focus right now?” Raithe asked.

“No... No, just something I thought of. Our main target is still Malik.”

Kara clapped her hands together. “Master is so strong and smart! It'll be impossible for you to lose.”

Sam turned around to make sure the Hero hadn't gone anywhere. She was still sitting on the bench. “What do you think?”

The Hero looked up at him. “You look a bit like me before I met you.”

Sam grimaced as that thought washed over him. He did not want to consider that he was anything like the Hero in that way, but as he lifted his hand and turned it over and looked over the rest of himself Sam had all the trappings of one of his targets. He took for granted the fact that his old body, as corpulent as it was, was as far from anything of that nature as possible. He would not say that he wished to be for exactly that reason, but it felt right in the moments after the realization, where he suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed. Without his layers of 'protection' all over his body he was just a few errant fat pockets and some paint on the face away from appearing as one of the women on Malik's arm.
“Dammit!” He slammed his fist down on the nearest surface, then punched their tent uselessly.

“I-I'm sorry!” The Hero stood up.

Sam took a breath and put on a far more collected demeanor once he knew he was losing it. He turned, brushed his hand back through his long hair and smiled.
“No worries, love. Younger, leaner, better. It's fantastic.” He lied. The three girls were relieved by the mask he put on.

-

Sam found better fitting clothes. Loose linens that would not sag on his new body. He still could not get over the fact that he had a prettier, tighter face than the Hero before she fell to him. It was almost hard to look at her with that in mind, though her nicely shaped tits and ass helped alleviate that issue. He rubbed his eyes as she stood before him.
“What's wrong, Daddy?”

He gritted his teeth. He still wore the wreath, after suspecting foul play, however insecurity still flooded him at all times. He was looking over his shoulder. He had worked up the courage to have sex a few more times with the twins, just to make sure everything was fine. It was fine. He glanced over, the proof of that being the two girls draped over one-another with cum seeping from both holes. If anything he was even more virile. He could get harder and go further and longer. They came when he fucked their asses, and he didn't even have to use his special talents to bring that about.
“Fine, darling.” He narrowed his eyes subtly.
“How do you see me right now?”

The Hero did not know how to answer. “What do you mean?”

Sam opened his arms. “Surely you notice something's different about me?”

Her eyes dart away briefly. An almost imperceptibly motion, but he noticed. “What? Tell me.” He gripped her shoulders. As she hesitated he shook her lightly.
“Tell me!”

“W-well... The way you made me I just kinda...” She shifted her weight to her left and right foot anxiously.

“Spit it out.” He demanded.

“I really like the old you. A lot.” She offered certainly.

Sam groaned and admitted. “Same. This form... It's like I'm young again but I lost my Patron's boons. All I got left are-” He stopped to think, flexing his nimble fingers. Not fat, more precise. He could move more accurately without being weighed down. The Hero stared at same curiously as he tightened his waistband around his slender hips. He threw a few fast punches, smiling. Then, Sam looked to the Hero and without warning he tapped precisely a few points on her body; neck, back, lower back. He was able to circle her effortlessly. Her eyes widened involuntarily and her back straightened. Her heels lifted as if she were wearing an invisible pair of stilettos.

“W-what was that?” She questioned.

“I learned from a Murim Master before I found a better use of my time. The skills were good but living with a Patron was even easier. I can move like I used to. It's coming back to me?” He noticed she was staring at him like she was lost. He chuckled and released some of the points he pressed.
“I was never 'good' but I could have been. Murim is the 'underworld.' Various Spiritual and Martial training organization form sects and train students. Murim hail from Aoia but the organization has reach in Orr due to our business with the East.” He smirked.
“Most of the Sects just run glorified protection rackets, for all their pageantry.”

“Ah.” She nodded, pretending to understand.

“Come.” Sam sat back and motioned for her to come forward. The Hero easily slid down between his toned legs and reached into his robes. His member had not changed, to the relief of both of them. She gripped it and stroked it gently. She leaned down and circled the head with her tongue.
“You don't remember what I did to you? Even my fat fingers could still pull off a few tricks back then.” Sam bragged. She blushed and nodded.
“Well, it's coming back to me. Muscle Memory.” He explained, reaching over to rest his head on the back of her head. She opened her eyes and looked at him as he urged her down over his member. It passed between her tight lips, then with a subtle gulp it slid into her throat. She was a practiced professional to the point that it simply parted for him. Her mouth salivated heavily as she sucked him down to the base. Sam cocked his head mischievously and tapped the side of her throat.

“Tighten.”

Her eyes widened as her throat suddenly wrapped his cock less like a sleeve and more like a glove. He threw his head back and allowed himself to cum as the soft throat massaged him as she drew back. He shot over her face.
“D-daddy!”

“What?” He chuckled.

The Hero could not say anything against him. She merely pouted in place of any actual complaint. “Warn me next time...” She pleaded.
“I almost choked.”

“No.” He leaned back and spread himself out in his seat comfortably.

-

“Hey now, isn't this just a LOT better?” Malik commented as Sam came into view. The Orc leaned forward and drank in the sight. He almost could not even picture the slob that stood before him a day earlier.
“I guess within all that fat and sweat there was a Human.” He remarked. Sam stood by calmly, waiting with a confident smile.
“What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Did the mixture take your pride with it? I hope so, it'll make things easier for me in the end. How about you join your Hero now that you don't look half bad?” Sam inhaled deeply and enjoyed how useless the Orcs Jabs were while the wreath was decorating his straight brown hair. Malik eyed him.
“You just come here to stare?”

“I am better. Thank you.” Sam finally remarked.

“Huh?” Malik was half-amused, but the other half was searching Sam's status.

“I feel like I got a whole new life of pleasures and indulgences ahead of me at a point when I should've been winding down. I'm glad. I'm not drinking the other half so I win. But I respect you as a man. You tried.” Sam shrugged and stepped forward.
“Let's call it even, pal.” He stepped forward and extended his hand.

Malik looked down at the hand. His initial reaction was rejection. He saw the trick hidden within Sam's skills. A big, red, shiny sign that practically just read 'buggery.' There was barely a threat of martial arts before, with Sam's old body.

'The bastard actually got his mojo back...' He narrowed his eyes at the man.

'Did I miscalculate? No... He's still the same.' He tried to weigh the consequences of shaking Sam's hand. On one hand there were some tricks the human could pull and they may not even trigger the aggression clause in Serius' rules. On the other hand...

'Can I make it worse for him than it is for me?' By definition it would be a gamble but Sam was not just challenging Malik, he was exuding masculine energy in a taunt, as if to say 'I am still here and I am a threat.' If Malik refused he would be in the same position as if nothing happened, but the Orc and only the Orc, and possible the Raccoon would know that he failed. Malik huffed subtly and shook his head.
“Fine.” He extended his hand very intently to connect with Malik's.

“Put 'er there!” Sam laughed gripping tightly and pulling in. Malik's eyes widened as an unexpected hand came around and slapped his bicep fraternally. Then Sam's body was pulled in to make contact with Malik's in a perplexing 'bump' motion. Sam grinned.

'There's three points of contact. Bicep, pectoral, hand. No more, no less to stay subtle. We can't do much... But let's set a trap for later.'

Malik observed. 'Three points of contact? Is that supposed to do something? I feel weakness, but not much. There isn't much he can do from here. One point of contact for me.. Hand to hand. Not my choice.' He inhaled deeply and gathered energy into his palm, then his other.

'But two can play at that game.' Malik grinned amicably and lifted his other hand to move towards Sam's head as he performed the pat to the bicep and was about to do the bump. Sam sensed the movement out of the corner of his eye and leaned back.

'He saw it?' Malik chuckled internally.

'Can't move too much, though, can you? You decided to grip my hand so tightly. Let's return the favor.' Malik gripped and pulled and managed to rest a hand on Sam's shoulder as they shook hands.

'Not perfect... But we have two contact points which means-' He loosed energy in both palms sending an electric current from one to the other along the fastest route through Sam's body. It was not a harmful current, in fact it could feel downright pleasurable, but that was not the intent. Malik observed and tweaked subtly Sam's status as best he could given the limited access in the limited amount of time.

'You came out worse for that. Not me.' They both thought independent of one-another.

'Cocky shit.' They thought as both stepped back and released one-another, sizing the other up. All in all the interaction was barely a couple seconds. It was a flash for any observer. A basic interaction in a see of low lighting, aromatic incense and music. The importance of it was lost on everyone around aside from the two that were a part of it.

Sam eyed the affected areas. His plan was far more fluid, but he felt good about it paying off in the future. At the same time as he was thinking that the Human stumbled back. His hand was shaking. He flexed it, then looked up at the grinning Orc.
“What'd you do?”

“What? We're friends now. Why would I do anything to you... What was it? Pal?”

“That's-” Sam took a deep breath. He suddenly felt a bit conscious around Malik about how he was acting and treating him. It was like he was making connections in Orr court, again. It went against his interests but:

'There's no way I actually consider that pig a friend...' He cringed. It was a hard thought to have. He looked upon Malik once again. The big Orc opened his arms.

“Sam! Don't be such a stranger. I may have lost but so far as I'm concerned, we both 'won.' Nothing changes and you got quite a bonus out of it, didn't you?”

“Correct...” Sam agreed suspiciously.

“You should come by more often. We can talk about our conquests. Our plans. We are after all two kindred spirits...” He walked towards Sam in a saunter, closing the distance in a non-threatening manner. Still, Sam stepped away. Malik stopped and stared down at the Human curiously.
“What's wrong?”

“I don't trust you.”

“Why not? You came to make amends and we have. Now we can start over. Spend your week here however you choose. No pressure.” Malik said warmly.

Sam looked down, then looked up with narrowed eyes. “You said 'spend the week.' You're my 'friend' but you are keeping the wager going?”

“A friendly wager.” Malik clarified slyly.

Sam stepped back. “I'm leaving. I'm not coming back.” It was not a snide comment that got to Sam. It was a faintly disappointed look on Malik's face.

“Suit yourself, friend.”

Sam gritted his teeth, turned and walked back to his camp. 'That's not gonna work on me. I'm NOT empathetic...  I don't need friends, I need servants.' He felt the vial in his pocket and stopped, glancing back over his shoulder with a a growing smile.
“But what are friends for?”