[Mommydom, Instant Loss]

Evil had taken over the land. Demonic beings, all willing to use and abuse the Humans that they had subjugated, now ruled the land as their own. And as long as they were able to keep control, they would ensure that nobody would be able to rise up against them.

Several had fallen against them. Heroes and other rebellious sorts. All of them either turned into concubines, broodmares, or worse. And those that did not join them were forced to perish, especially when faced with the Great Four that had been leading the charge for their kind.

Azazor, the Charmer. A demon who prided himself on how he could seduce. Even with a simple word and a little touch, those Humans were unable to resist the power in his voice. They found themselves forced to fight against their own kin, until there was nothing left to do but simply obey as they had struck down their loved ones. All while he watched, only stepping in to seduce those that caught his eye...

Canis, the Crusher. A werewolf who could defeat anybody using the sheer physical might within his body. No matter the opponent, no matter the hero. All of them fell before his strength. None had managed to push him to the point where he had to unleash his true strength either, he was still holding it back. If he one day were to find the one that could push him far enough, then he would be delighted to face them.

Count Sanguine, the Egotist. A vampire whose short stature was only matched by the sheer weight of his own ego and his intense IQ. Even without using all of the vampiric powers at his disposal, he could undo the progress that any hero made towards getting rid of him. All thanks to the many ways that he managed to plan ahead. And upon doing so, he would claim another thrall, sucking the life out of them and extending his eternal youth in the process...

Nashtie, the Tricky. An imp who seems to be little more than another common Demon, but the truth of the matter came from his way to worm into the hearts of others. All he needs is a little opening, and he can pry open the hearts of man and turn them against one another. Especially women, they don't even have a chance against the slight cracks he forms in their hearts. Turning against their loved ones as they end up falling into complete depravity...

The Great Four were an overwhelming force to behold. But even with their differences, even when they did not get along, there was one thing that they could all agree on. If a force from the Humans became too strong, they would join forces and figure out a plan to dismantle their efforts.

And that was why they had gathered. Why they were looking at the picture of those four matrons that had started to make a name for themselves. The Four Heavenly Mommies, as some Demons had come to call them. Each of them showed their own strengths, and each was going to be a difficult challenge.

It was why each of the Great Four decided to take one that matched their strengths. The strongest would be taken out by Canis, bending her to his will. The Smartest would fall to Count Sanguine, who would drain their intellect and add it to his own. The one who seemed to have the most guarded heart would be picked apart by Nashtie, who would let her inner degenerate out to play. And finally, their leader would be undone and turned into a demon by Azazor, who would charm them to his side as a lover and a minion.

With their plans in mind, they headed off to intercept one of the Mommies. Knowing that their victory would be swift. Knowing that no matter what the Humans would do to fight against them, they would be rendered as little more than sluts before their might.

Those Mommies would be theirs before long!

---

"Ara? Is that all you've got, pup?"

Canis panted as he felt every single bone in his body aching. What in the world was this woman? She wasn't Human, there's no way that she was Human! She had horns and everything, how in the world did somebody like her come to join forces with Humans?!

Indeed, it was rather strange to see a tanned Oni amongst what were supposed to be Humans. But she definitely lived up to the moniker that the Demons had given her. She was strong. She was sweet. She was covered in sweat from all the fights she had gone through, and she had short and cute red hair to go with her tanned bod. Combine that with the werewolf skin she wore around her chest and as a skirt, and she looked like she had gone through many of Canis' kin already.

"You... Why would a Demon fight alongside Humans?!" Canis shouted, the fur covering his arms and legs standing up as he bared his fangs and claws. "Have you no shame in this betrayal?! That strength of yours should go towards crushing them, not helping them!"

The Oni laughed as she looked at the extra frustrated puppy that was currently trying to aggress upon her. "Well, I thought they were cute, and then the Boss gave me a nice bit of Sake, and she asked me to protect the cute boys and girls that gave me gifts. I don't wanna bully Humans if it means making her mad." She said, dusting herself off. "What'd you say your name was again, Pup? Mine's Oggi!"

Not only was she beyond strong, but she was dumber than any other Oni that Canis had ever met. Of course they managed to trick her into helping them. Of course she fell for something that stupid. And the mere fact that she had done so was enough to infuriate Canis beyond his past limits. So much so that his own skin, barely covered by his lupin features, turned a deep shade of black as he tapped into all of his strength.

"Canis! Canis the Crusher! Now fall!" Canis shouted as he dashed forward, claws bared as they turned just as black as the rest of his body, all while he struck right at her exposed stomach. If she was going to bare her body against him, then she was going to suffer a defeat for underestimating his abilities!

At least, that's what he thought. Then his claws not only failed to do any real damage, but they managed to get stuck in the gaps between her muscles, causing him to struggle to pull his claw back out. It... This shouldn't be possible, there was no way!

"Hah! Cute attempt!" Oggi laughed, all while grabbing ahold of Canis and squeezing him tightly as she pressed him up against her sweaty body. "Real cute attempt, as expected of such a cute pup! I didn't know you could change colors either, maybe I should get you to look all nice and cute! The kids back at the village always wanted to see a cute pink pupper!"

Canis wanted to try and struggle against her grip. But she couldn't. There was no way that he could fight against her. All that he did was feel his resistance squeezed out of her the longer he spent up against her body. And it wasn't just because of the sheer strength that she had packed inside of that body. Oh no.

It was also the scent that she was giving off. Canis was a werewolf, after all. He was still utterly subservient to the kind of scent that truly dominant individuals gave off. And Oggi's sweat, Oggi's musk... It was making his mind swim. It was making it harder and harder to concentrate on what was important. He... He had to beat her, he had to stop her from doing anything that could harm their plans. He wanted to... to...

"Ara, still holding on? You really are so cute..." Oggi giggled, as she let go of the wolf for a moment. All so she could watch him stumble back when he was released from her grip...

Canis tried to struggle and get control of himself again. But his mind was still in a haze. He was trying his damndest to get control back, but all he could think of was her scent. Her wonderful, dominating, overly engrossing scent. He wanted it again. He'd do anything...

Not that he needed to do anything. As soon as he started to sway back and forth, stuck in place thanks to his mental lock, the oversized Oni leapt right at him and locked her thighs around him before slamming him into the ground below. Not only delivering such a devastating blow that it became almost impossible for him to get up...

But it also put him right up against her pussy. Where the scent was the strongest it possibly could be. Her fertile, domineering scent. She wasn't just a female, she wasn't just an oni. She was... She was his dominant. And as a submissive wolf, the only thing he could do when pressed between these thunder thighs and pushed up against her pussy was a show of pure defeat.

He let out a whimper of a howl, cumming helplessly and uselessly onto the ground in front of him. All while hearing her chuckle softly and soothingly as she looked down upon him. One of the Great Four had fallen, thanks to the efforts of an oni that was tamed by Human kindness...

"That's more like it, Pup. Now, let's see how long it takes to tame you..."

---

Count Sanguine was an intellectual. He could outwit any single individual that tried to overpower him. No matter what they did, he had a plan to fight back against them. No matter what method they would use to kill him, he would find a way back. And if push came to shove, he would end up infesting them and taking their body for his own.

"Get off me, you uncouth harlot! What kind of Witch uses her posterior as a weapon!?"

Unfortunately, all of that intellect did very little in the face of somebody that thought so outside of the box that they completely ignored the problem with killing him and merely disabled him. Which was why he was currently stuck underneath a pale set of asscheeks, with the violet-haired Witch that had pinned him eerily giggled at him.

"You told Mommy that she got one shot. You never specified what kind of shot Mommy got, little one." The Witch chimed, all while gently rocking herself back and forth. Just so she could get all of the delight that came with rubbing against somebody like him. it had been a long time since she had gotten to indulge like this. Especially since that Angel had bothered to come by and request her assistance. She had originally refused, but then she gave her one wicked kiss, and... Well, she just couldn't say no to something like that.

Count Sanguine was beyond furious as he tried to squeeze his way out from underneath this heavy Witch. How was somebody like her allowed to exist? So heavy, and yet so... so infuriating! "Release me! NOW!" He shouted, all of his power brimming from his body as he tried to push her away...

It did very little. Outside of tickling her in just the right way that she started giggling and vibrating. "Now now. Mommy'll lift herself up if you can answer a few questions. Mommy heard that you could use those bloodsuckers of yours to learn things from the people you drain, so why don't you drain the answers out of Mommy, and then Mommy'll move out of the way."

It was simple enough. But at the same time, that pale cheek that was just barely covered by a set of purple printed panties was making him ill. There's no way that there was any delicious blood within that mountain...

"First question, little one." The Witch said, while pushing all of her weight down on the vampire between her cheeks. "What is Mommy's name?"

It was too simple. But he hadn't caught her name. And thus, he was forced to use his ability. Even if he knew that he wouldn't be consuming good blood, he was going to have to sink his fangs into her...

Count Sanguine braced himsefl as he bit into her asscheek, causing her to let out a delightful moan as that rather generously large and meaty mound wobbled, all while he started suckling. But not for long, as a few droplets were all it took to get her name.

"Hexxa!"

"That's it, you've got it, little one." Hexxa clapped, giggling as she slowly rubbed up against him. A little prize for how well he had performed, even if he considered it torture. "Next up... What is characteristic about a Witch's blood?"

And he had fallen right into her trap. Because of course she had planned this. But no matter, he was going to persevere. Even if it was a more difficult question than a simple name, he bit into the other cheek and started suckling just like before.

Knowledge upon knowledge flooded into him. But it wasn't just knowledge that flooded into him. It was also sweet, sweet warmth. It was like he was in his Mother's bosom. The Mother that had left him when the Succession crisis began. His family torn apart at the seams because nobody could agree on who should lead the family, leading to... leading to...

Count Sanguine panted and gasped as he pulled away, his cheeks flushed bright red. "W-Witch's blood... I-Induces memory restoration..."

"Mmmm... Not quite correct. It actually strengthens the connection between those that consume it and the source. How's the memories, little one?" Hexxa chimed, all while she rubbed up against him a little more. "I have one final question for you, and then I'll let you go."

"Who is your Mommy?"

He knew what she wanted to hear. But he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. And yet at the same time, his heart was now beating against his chest. He wanted to answer. He wanted to tell her. But the only way to stop himself from doing what she wanted... Was to silence himself and bite into that rear once more.

Count Sanguine bit the bullet and sank his teeth into that cheek once again. Draining the blood from it. Letting the warmth wash over him. Warmth that reminded him of his Mommy. Reminded him of how much she had cared for him and tried to shelter him. And how being deprived of her protective urges... It had hardened him and made him self assured. He wouldn't depend on anybody because they would just disappear.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, all while he slowly pulled his teeth out of that cheek. He didn't want to remember any more. He didn't want to remember. He didn't want to forget or remember. He just wanted comfort. Comfort that he wasn't allowed to have...

"I ask again, little one." Hexxa said, as she lifted herself off him and showed off the flimsy witch's robe that she wore. It did very little to hide away anything, entirely emphasizing her curvature and sensuality. "Who is your Mommy?"

Count Sanguine knew that the answer wasn't what she wanted to hear. But at this point, he just wanted some sort of warmth to keep him from feeling like he had been tossed out into the cold world. "M-Mommy is... Mommy..." He muttered, the short vampire admitting defeat with one simple phrase.

The violet-haired Witch nodded, lifting the youthful Count into her arms. All while kissing him on the forehead. "Indeed. Mommy is Mommy. And Mommy will make sure that her little one will remain as safe as possible. Never ever harmed again. And never ever harming anybody ever again."

Those sweet words were poison to one such as Sanguine. But at this point, it was the sweet relief that he wanted to hear from his dear Mommy...

---

"So this is the one that managed to trick the members of my kind. I thought that somebody like you would know not to mess with Elves, much less those that were several centuries your senior."

Nashtie could feel the sweat drops rolling down his cute purple body. He had anticipated that the woman known for her stern and militant attitude would be a hard nut to crack. But he had not anticipated her to be a damned elf! That was like the worst possible combination!

And to make matters worse, she knew exactly how to stop him from causing problems! That military outfit she wore was unable to properly contain her breasts, resulting in those massive mammaries being on display at all times. Which meant that somebody like him, driven by his tricky and ultimately lustful nature, was forced to leap onto her and thrust his rod right into that gap. Thrusting and thrusting with wild abandon, even though he knew the danger.

And that was what resulted in him currently finding himself with his stomach pinned against the elf's knees, and her hand firmly pressed against her back. All while several ropes tied with rudimentary yet useful knots were wrapped around him to ensure that he would not be making any sudden or unexpected moves.

"I-I mean, it's not like I could resist somebody like you, Miss. You were just so handsome, so full of energy, I just couldn't help myself from jumping onto you and giving you a bit of my love. You must be lonely after all those years, right? Right?" Nashtie tried to use his tongue the best way he could. If he couldn't move, then at least he would try to worm his way into her heart that way.

His cheeky nature and his awful words earned him a spank across the cheek from the firm and gloved hand of the maternal elf that currently kept him on her lap. Not just that, but a few more spanks as well. To ensure that the total pain rushing through him was equal to the amount he was trying to weasel his way out of.

"That's Miss Kogel to you, Imp." The militant elf said, all while glaring down at him for trying to worm into her heart. "Elves are naturally lonely creatures. We do not need to worry about love. And if you must know, I maintained regular contact with a certain benefactor. She kept visiting, no matter how many times I told her that I didn't need it. It was because of her that I found out about your antics. What do you have to say for yourself, Imp?"

Nastie trembled as he felt all of that pain rushing through him. It was... Oh, it was making him feel awful. Not just because of the sting, but there was something about the way that he was being treated that reminded him of his time as an even smaller imp. Just starting out. And yet here he was, suffering the same sort of defeat. "Well, I think I could get better! Yeah, yeah! I could totally get better, I just need some time to reflect on things! Why don't you just let me go, and-"

His reward for trying to employ the same tactics was Kogel's hand finding its way onto his rear once more. All while she simply shook her head. Imps like him were almost impossible to properly rehabilitate. But it was a necessary act. It was something that she needed to do, because otherwise he would keep trying to carry out this foul path. He needed... Hold on.

A glint appeared in Kogel's eye as she slowly lifted the imp up. "You wish to have fun with my cleavage, I know that much. But what would you do to get the chance to rest within it?" She asked, to try and lure him in with the same sort of tactic that he could use on her. Of course, she had control over the situation. So he wouldn't be turning it back on her.

Nastie stared towards the cleavage. And his hips immediately jutted very slightly forward because he just couldn't find a way to properly thrust. "I... I'd do anything, anything! Please, please please please!" He was still an imp that was unfortunately suffering from his own nature. And the pain in his rear was certainly not helping in that regard. If anything, the pain just brought out more of his nature...

"Then promise to be a good boy. Promise Mommy that you'll stop causing problems. Then, and only then, will Mommy give you the chance to rest and recover." Kogel said, her voice getting smoother and more soothing. All while she gave him the tiniest bit of mercy. "But understand that if you try and be a bad boy again... Mommy will make those cheeks redder than anything you've ever seen."

Nashtie was an imp, and that meant that he very much shouldn't be a good boy. And yet the mixture of the reward and the lack of a punishment was more than enough to entice him to agree. So he nodded and nodded. "I'll do it, I'll do it! Just don't spank me again!" He cried out, all while thrusting towards that cleavage still. Oh, he wanted it. Oh, he needed it. And he just couldn't stop himself...

His words and his promise was rewarded... As she stuffed him right into the cleavage that he wanted to rest within, causing him to let out a potent and powerful cry, as he was completely and utterly overwhelmed by the mixture of the tightness, the warmth, the soft nature of those breasts, and everything and anything in between. He couldn't believe that it felt so good, it was enough to make his eyes roll into the back of his head, and... and..!

Kogel smiled as she heard the sound of the imp squirting. The first step to a successful rehabilitation. And knowing what she had to manipulate him with, it would not be the last. Even if she had to train him thoroughly...

He'd be a Good Boy in every way before long.

---

"My, and here I thought the big bad Demon that had caused so many problems for those poor, poor Humans was going to be a big problem. But you're so cute, you couldn't hurt a fly!"

Azazor didn't understand what had happened. He laid his eyes upon the Heavenly Mommy that he had decided to claim as his own, and the next thing he knew, he was kneeling in front of her while his eyes were focused on those massive mammaries hanging from her chest. Those massive melons that just couldn't stop swaying left and right with every breath she drew. How in the world..?

Not only that, but she was the only one of the four that actually managed to live up to the Heavenly part of their moniker. She was an angel. A big breasted, wide hipped, long haired and ultimately excessively maternal angel, whose wings were even wrapped around her waist and her chest to serve as the only excuse for clothing that she would ever need. Those feathers provided just enough modesty to ensure that he wouldn't be able to sneak a proper peek.

"W... What did you do..?" Azazor was used to overpowering his foes with his charm. His words and his gestures lured them into a sweet trance. But here he was. Under the same sort of trance, but the culprit behind it was an angel. He should be immune to his own tactics, so why..?

The angel giggled as she slowly lowered herself onto her knees, as she carefully ran her hand through the Demon's hair. He was such an adorable little thing. Much smaller than her, much smaller than she had expected. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to show him the kind of mercy and kindness that she had come to be known for.

"I have a name, you know. It's Serephine. And I didn't do much. I just let you see something that pacifies any and all Demons." The angel said, all while letting a soft giggle slip on out. "Would you like to see it again? You seem like a good boy, now that you're not trying to seduce me."

Did he even try? He couldn't even remember the attempt. But he softly nodded with a blush on his cheeks. He wanted to see what had entranced him. He wanted to... to...

He didn't even finish thinking before he saw what had pulled his mind into an abyss of pure bliss. It was her breasts. But more specifically, it was her completely naked breasts, with both of those drippy nipples letting a few droplets of sweet milk drip on down. Every time he saw a droplet drip its way down from her breast, his mind sank further and further. It was something that he just couldn't resist. It was something that made him all too needy.

"Good Boy. Just look at Mommy's milkers, and indulge yourself. You don't need to think about anything else." Serephine giggled. Demons like him were so easy to pull in like this. But she loved every moment of it too. The way that they just completely felt enthralled by her mounds. Honestly, she never got any powerful or needy looks from the Humans, but these Demons were more than happy to just overly indulge themselves. And that was something that made her happy.

After all, she didn't just have these things just because she wanted them. No, she had them so she could use them. And if their main use was to entrance and pull in the kinds of Demons that would make this world hell for others..? Then that was what she was going to use them for.

Azazor struggled. He really did. But he couldn't stop himself from latching onto those breasts and nursing from both nipples. He was greedy. He was thirsty. But most importantly, he was horny. He was so horny that even just having a few sips from Mommy's nipples made him cum. Over and over, letting his own milk drool onto the ground below as he made his tummy all sorts of full.

He sucked and he sucked until he couldn't suck more. And then he sucked a bit more, just to make sure that he had actually sucked enough to make them dry. But he hadn't. There was still more. So, so much more. So he just had to keep sucking.

And the more he sucked, the more he felt like he just kept on sinking. Further and further down. Spiraling into the abyss of warmth and maternal love. Turning his skin all sort of pure, all while his demonic features were being repressed. He was... He was slurping up all the delicious tasting angelic milk, and then cumming out all of the demonic stuff!

Unfortunately, Azazor was already too far gone to stop. Not just mentally, but also in terms of how much he had drunk. His hair had turned a nice shade of golden blonde, just like his Mommy's. And he just kept drinking. More and more and more. Never stopping. Never even thinking of stopping. It was so, so delicious...

Serephine smiled and giggled as she watched him swallow as much of her milk as possible. Right up until he couldn't handle anymore, forcing himself off her breast as he let out a powerful moan and came out his first clear squirt of cum. Leaving him to collapse against her, which let her pull him into her bosom.

Just like that, with a simple set of powerful breasts, the last of the Great Four had been subjugated. And just in time too, she received word from the others that the other three had been dominated and subdued as well.

Buuuut... Who says she had to go meet them immediately? She wanted to see how much of a Good Boy this Demon could become...

---

Peace had returned to the land. All thanks to the Four Heavenly Mommies. If not for them, Humans and Demons would not be able to live in peace. Demons would not have found out the pleasure of being subservient to cute Mommies, because there were a lot of them amongst the Humans. Most of them didn't realize that Demons were honestly just weak to being mommied. But thanks to the Heavenly Mommies, this weakness was discovered.

Canis was now always close to his dear sweaty Mommy Oggi. She was the dominant one in their relationship. And as much as he was forced to breed her, he was rewarded with her sweat and her musk. As well as the task of licking her muscles clean... All for the sake of getting a rewarding tight hug to keep him in check. Truly subservient to his Alpha.

Sanguine had tossed away his title, and retreated to live happily with his Mommy. True, Hexxa was not truly his Mommy, but she was able to keep him in a state of bliss. Where he didn't need to worry about what had gone on. What had made him turn so harsh and so smart. No, he could remain nice and dumb, all while she loved him for everything he did.

Nashtie was now a Good Boy. A loyal soldier who helped hunt down those that had not yet submitted to their Mommy. And in exchange, he got to spend more time in between his Mommy's breasts. The rehabilitation was never over, but Kogel made sure to reward him. All so he would remain on the side of Humans... And remain the adorable Good Boy that she knew he could be.

As for the one that had seduced so many heroes, Azazor was now nothing more than a simple angel. A boy with an adorable set of wings that did very little to hide the generous size that he had been gifted with. Size that would entrance those female Demons that still tried to resist.

But with Mommy Serephine behind him, always encouraging him and rewarding him with milk... He was more than happy to help dismantle the Demons that she didn't like. And they'd turn into angels. Angels that were just as big as Mommy...

The Great Four had truly fallen. And in their place, the Four Heavenly Mommies would protect everyone...