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(Quest: Vote!) SongsTress Quest Episode 8 - Minion Memories
🕑 Added 2025-07-16 17:00:11 +0000 UTC(Vote for what you'd like to see our 'hero' try to do next!)
Alright, enough messing around and enjoying yourself. You still have some business to attend to before you settle down. You step out into the hallway and grab you guardian Punk by the waist, spinning her around so you pin her against the wall. Your new dancers move in sync with you, snuggling up against her from either side.
"Thanks hun," you purr as you enjoy her lovestruck look. "Great job. Now, I need some information. I heard you talking, before - about the judges. 'The hottest scoop'. What were you talking about? If I like what I hear, I might be in the mood to reward my biggest fan~"
Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips nervously. "Uh. Uh. Was I...?"
Ah. You might have melted her mind a liiiittle too much. Hm. Ah well, you're sure you can help her jog her memory.
You pull her away from the wall as you snap your fingers, and backup dancer #1 slides behind Punk on her hands and knees, offering up her back as a seat for your surprised tough girl to fall back onto, her head and her ass serving as delightful armrests. Backup dancer #2's tits make for a fine headrest a moment later as she hops into place as the back of this all-minion chair show.
"Dear," you giggle as you crawl into her lap, stroking a gentle finger under her cheek. "It's not just anyone asking. It's me. Don't you want to do anything for me~?"
"Muh-Mistress, I...!" Oooh, your Punk is just so deliciously adorable. Tough on the outside, warm and gooey on the inside, and not a hope of resisting you. If you're not careful, you'll melt her all over again - and, y'know? You're not really the careful type.
"I'm just asking..." You hook your finger up under her chin, kneeling in her lap to tower over her a little. "A simple, easy little question..." #2's hands reach around and give the pale beauty's breasts a squeeze, tweaking her pierced nipples. "Surely it can't be that hard~"
You're only speaking, but your voice is still a melody, and it's clear Punk is hanging on your every word. Sweat is dripping down her brow, her body quivering, whimpers and moans slipping from her lips as your dancer continues to toy with her tits. They get higher in pitch as your hand slips down the front of her jeans, gently tickling between her spread thighs.
"I know you don't like thinking about the time when I wasn't the shining star at the centre of your universe," you whisper in her ear, bending down to really press against her. "But I want to know, and what I want matters way more than what you want. Or at least, that's what a real fan would say, right?"
"Y-yes! Mistress SongsTress! Of course!" She nods eagerly, her piercings jangling desperately. "I... Just... It's so foggy, before you..."
"Of course it is." You give her an understanding nod as the hand in her pants lowers her panties out of the way. "Your life had no meaning at all back then. But try to remember anyway. Be a good girl. After all..."
Your index finger begins to circle around her clit.
"Good girls get treats~" You giggle, giving it a flick and then holding on for dear life as your touch sends a shock of pleasure straight through her, nearly bucking you out of your seat. "And bad girls get left behind. Which would you rather-?"
"They're doing a big reveal show at the Scarlet Fashions Show over at Rose Hall!" The pale girl suddenly barks, her note-shaped eyes focused on yours. "They're showing off their new star right away, the one who won the contest! It, uh, uh, um, it should be in - h-huah…! - in like an hour or two...? That's, that's all I know!"
Hm. Rose Hall, huh? That's not super far away. But what... do they mean... new... star?
You're the new star. You. You're the star. The star is you. SongsTress. The Star Desire. The star.
[Sidequest: DEAL WITH THE IMPOSTER.]
You shake your head, clearing it of the sudden haze that descended. Huh! That was weird. No time to dwell on that though. Your Punk slut stares up at your desperately, pleading silently to any god who'll listen that you'll be satisfied with your words.
See? Adorable. You could never really give her up~
"Good girl." Your fingers plunge, slipping inside her, and you make her your personal instrument, playing her pleasure as only a true mistress of her craft can. She climaxes instantly, and then again almost immediately after - and keeps doing so as you continue to reward her for her difficult service, obliterating any trace memories she might have been accessing all the while. You're pretty sure you heard a few windows breaking from the pitch of her screams~
Then, finally satisfied, you get up, pulling Punk back to her feet and leaving her to wobble behind you. #1 and #2 easily slide back into step with you, not in the least strained by their chair performance. In fact, they're such extensions of you that they're probably not even jealous of how much attention you spent on their fellow minion. Now that's loyalty.
Now, sure, you probably could have just looked at her phone or her laptop, but that was way more fun~ And now you know what she knows! Or, well, knew - she might have squirted those memories out for good now. Eh, she didn't need them. You did - and now, it's time for you to decide what to do with them!
[Sidequest: Old Grudge: Advanced!]
