Commission: A Harem His Own - Preview 1

 Alright, back to the grind with a fresh commission. This one's a bit of a longer preview, but then again, it's also intended to be a bit of a longer story as well. This is also the first commission that is also a pure Menagerie tale (unlike the LessienxMatty works, which are kind of a Menagerie side story). There's also some minor character setup for Alice, for some other major works I have planned down the line, so hopefully y'all enjoy!

"“Mister Mills,” at the sound of his last name Ryan shot upright in his seat, spotting the stern look his teacher was giving him through her thick semi-circle glasses.

Shit, he'd been daydreaming again. “Sorry Miss Fletcher,” the boy managed to blurt out through his embarrassment, and the stares of his fellow classmates.

This wasn’t the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but could you blame him? As people started to settle back into the lesson, his eyes were darting to steal one last look at the girl of his dreams, Julianne Ashford, hoping to catch the last scant seconds of her crystal-blue gaze on him. He managed to see a glimpse of her face, a knowing little smirk on her pristine lips as she rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the front.

Not promising, but understandable, the redheaded boy wasn’t anything special. A plain face with uninteresting brown eyes, and, seeing as she was tutoring him two nights out of the week, not particularly smart either. His biggest selling point was his fitness, nice and trim from his position on the senior swim team, though even in that regard he was far from the top.

Comparatively she was a divinity given form, perfect from head to toe and more. Beautiful by every definition, golden blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, framing the soft pink features of her face. Puberty had been kind, the girl’s form lithe and curvy with plump little fist sized breasts and a perky rear set on wide womanly hips. He'd get to see it all later at swim practice tonight, all the more reason he was fantasising his pre-lunch class away.

Her looks alone would have made her one of the most popular girls in school, but they weren’t even close to the end of her dream-like qualities. She was top of nearly all of her classes, captain of the girl’s half of the swim team, and she came from a well off family, leaving her wanting for little. She wasn’t just Ryan’s dream, she was everyone’s dream, and yet, likely no one would ever be good enough for her; least of all a nobody like him.

With a sigh under his breath the boy tried to return his focus to the lesson, in time for the bell to ring and signal their release. “Alright students,” Miss Fletcher spoke over the sounds of their chairs scrapping along the floor, “for homework, review what we went over, and complete the formulae on pages three o one, to three o three in your textbooks.”

It was a good thing tonight was a tutoring session, because the redheaded boy only had the faintest idea what today’s lesson was even about. He hoped to maybe catch one last look at his dream girl, but she was already gone, leaving him to filter out with the rest of the class. Until tonight, he reasoned to himself, starting the familiar walk back to his locker.

Well, mostly familiar. As Ryan passed down one of the empty halls he caught something new and unusual out of the corner of his eye: a door. Now it was a school, so doors were a dime a dozen, generally nothing special. This one however, was out of place. It was old, with an antique brass handle, and even a small step like you'd find on an outdoor storefront. Not only that though, it had somehow found itself wedged in between two other doorways the boy knew led into classrooms. So this mysterious door, logically, should lead nowhere; or at best into the dividing wall.

What was it doing here? Was it a shop student’s project that just got left here? Either way, the fit boy's curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself wandering up and taking the handle in his hands.

It turned gently, and against all sense opened up into the interior of a strange knickknack shop, that would have encompassed both its adjacent rooms and then some. Without even realizing it he was walking inside, his dark eyes scanning around at the shelves, stacked with strange items and oddities. They were all there, laid out on display, and yet without prices. Maybe it was supposed to be a storage area? But then it was still somehow taking up two classrooms that had been there as recently as only a few hours ago.

Thinking about it was making his head hurt. Maybe there was someone around who could tell him what this place was. “Hello?” he called out, hearing his voice echo back to him as he made his way towards the unmanned counter.

“Coming,” a cheery female voice sounded from an adjoining room at the back, followed by the light slapping of bare feet on hardwood.

He tried to ignore the fact that realistically that door should have led to outside the school if his sense of spatial awareness was right. Something that came much easier when the voice's owner stepped through the portal into the room with him.

She was something out of a fetish porn, her body and curves built to an absolutely impossible standard. The woman was indeed barefoot, and he couldn’t help imagining it was because she couldn’t get to her feet. Her delicate little steppers were on the end of lithely toned calved, but as you followed then up they attached to outrageously thick and perfectly smooth thighs. The hem of her short little dress stopped him seeing more below, but he could easily imagine the small overhang that'd have to connect to a plush rear that could sit across one and a half, maybe even two of him.

It also wasn’t the end of her inhuman wonders. The waist of her simple lavender dress was done up with a neatly tied bow, hanging off over her backside and revealing just how sinfully small her middle was. The center of a lewd hourglass that bloomed up into the largest pair of tits the boy had ever seen with his own eyes. They were ridiculously huge, yet resting perkily on her chest even without a bra; a fact he only knew because of how clearly her thumb-wide nipples were outlined by her wispy garment. Each he tried to compare to something, but the best he could come up with through an arousal-addled mind was that a whole middle schooler could probably be balled up and fit in each one of the monumental symbols of sexuality.

Had he fallen asleep browsing through some of the more lurid porn in his collection, and this was all just a dream concocted from his sexual frustrations and desires? There was no way she, any of this, could be real.

“Sorry,” the over-stacked woman offered, running her slim fingers through her long blonde hair to brush it out of her face, over her shoulder, and reveal what was more than a foot of dark cleavage peeking out from the low cut top of her risqué dress.

It seemed like she may have more to say, but once the hyper-curved woman turned her violet-hued gaze his way, she stopped. The grown woman stared at him, the beautiful features of her face locked in a look of familiarity, as if the sight of the redheaded boy were stirring something within her; something long forgotten.

Ryan couldn’t help his nerves at such a creature giving him any sort of attention. Had she noticed he was hard? He certainly had, shuffling on his feet to try and hide the obvious tent he was making at the sight of her. “Um, Miss?”

She snapped to, perking up and dipping into a bow that threatened to have her breasts spilling out between her spaghetti straps. “I’m sorry Ryan.”

How did she know his name? The idea that this was all some fantasy seemed much more likely, though the felling of his dick chaffing against his pants was fighting that notion with everything it had. “No need to apologize Miss,” he tried to console her, reaching a hand out, but afraid to touch someone so provocative to just look at.

“Miss…?” she tried to urge him onwards with a hopeful grin.

Should he remember her? A small part of him felt maybe, just from how she was acting. He was sure he would have remembered someone with such a figure though, even if she was just a famous camgirl he frequented of something. She had to be a handful of years older than him, and she definitely wasn’t one of the teachers so the redheaded boy was just left with a blank.

“I’m sorry Miss, I don’t think we've met,” he apologized, trying to keep his gaze upward from her canyon of cleavage.

Just those words visibly seemed to upset her, that eager smile shifting into a sad frown. “You don’t remember?”

It didn’t last long. The rear door opened once more, releasing the sound of clicking heels into the room as an attractive redhead joined them. Out of the corner of his eye Ryan watched the mysterious woman saunter up, with wide rolls of her sensual hips, and grab a handful of the blonde’s scrumptious rear in her sleek fingers.

“Alice, what have I told you?” the fiery-haired woman purred, tipping her head. The shadows cast from her wide brimmed witch’s cap shifted over her face, revealing her shining gold eyes, and the teasing smirk of her ruby-painted lips.

Immediately the oversexualized woman perked back up. “Madam,” she chirped happily as the oddly dressed woman stretched up on her tippy toes to plant a kiss firmly on her lips. “You said to behave with our guest, you were right here for me.”

The witch gave a nod, running her hand up through the dip in the extremely curvy woman's back. “That’s right,” she cooed happily, “you’re my special girl, and I'm going to make sure everything is just right for you.”

With that, the “Madam” turned her attention to Ryan. “Hello there, and welcome to Madam Materia’s Magical Menagerie,” she greeted with a gesture out to the floor with her free hand, only to have it return and land lovingly on one of Alice's gigantic teats. “You’ve already met my Alice, and I'm the titular Madam Materia; though Matty is just fine for customers.”

Watching her actions, and looking her over, the young adult couldn’t help but be titillated. While no one could ever hold a candle to the blonde bombshell, that didn’t stop this Matty woman from being any less of a sight. Her ornate form of dress complimented her figure, a carefully placed cravat doing well to tickle the imagination of her supple bust, pushed up and together by a colourful corset and brassiere. Her hips flared beautifully too, swaying as she openly snuggled up close to her “special girl”.

The trim boy needed a moment to collect himself; and not appear too flagrantly turned on by the pair's public displays of affection. “So uh, this is a store then?” he stammered, trying to keep his gaze up at the redhead’s golden eyes, and not everything else on display. “I didn’t see any prices.”

“We don’t accept money here. Seeing the results of our work is all the compensation we need here,” the witchy woman explained, again running her hand over Alice’s body as she admired her, making the hyper-buxom girl quiver delightedly.

With one last little peck of a kiss, which the blonde happily returned to her Madam with a smile, the titular character sauntered up to her guest. “So, what brings you in here?” she wondered aloud, rhetorically if the knowing gaze she was laying upon him was any indication. “Mortals don’t find the Menagerie unless there’s something that, quote unquote, real life, is failing to provide.”

She was close, close enough he could take a quick peek down and see into her bosom. It was hard to think of something he didn’t have is his life, all things considered. Giving it more than a second however, and with his present company, his mind drifted to the same thing it had all afternoon: Julianne.

He vividly imagined having what the two girls had with each other. Walking into the room to have Julianne greet him with a warm smile. To take her in his arms and taste what her kiss was like, to let his hands roam over her body. Then the unrealistic side of his perversions kicked in, his dream girl filling out to unrealistic proportions like the over-buxom woman standing just in front of him, Alice. What he wouldn’t give to have a girl like that his own in real life.

“I guess I wish I had what you have,” he admitted to the redhead.

A knowing smirk crossed the witch's lips. “A girl like Alice?” she called him out, slipping around him like some sinuous temptress and resting her hands upon his shoulders. “Perfect, natural, shapely in all the right ways and loyal to a fault.”

The blonde perked up on her toes, looking about ready to leap forward. “You could have me,” she offered hopefully, only to have her Madam release the boy to come to her.

“He can’t stay here Alice sweetheart,” Matty told her, resting her fingertips on the girl’s hips, “and I'm not sure I could give you up,” she nuzzled into the girls neck, nibbling on her playmate's perfect skin, “Besides, we both know his heart is set on another.”

It was hard for the curvy girl to be disappointed when she was getting such lavish attention from the loving redhead, yet you could still hear it in her voice when she spoke. “Julianne,” she sighed, hugging in closer to the witch and smothering her in soft tit.

Ryan froze. How could they possibly know? It wasn’t like it was something he broadcast out there. “Have you been spying on me?” he accused, trying to regain a little footing in whatever was going on.

“Oh please Ryan, as if I'd stoop to something so mundane,” the redhead giggled, barely paying him heed as she stroked up Alice's side to keep her satisfied. “Mortals are easy to read, eighteen year olds more so. You’re like a children’s book I can flip three pages in and know the ending.”

Something about the confidence by which the woman spoke had him flushing, again shifting to hide his arousal as he watched her groping the fantasy girl. “Now,” she whispered to the blonde, giving her another sensual kiss, “let me get him what he desires.”

“Yes Madam,” Alice chirped, her good cheer having returned.

With that the pair parted their embrace, keeping their hands on one another every possible second until the witch was carried off on her clicking heels. Hips swaying sensually she made her way amongst the shelves, moving with purpose and precision to pluck out a small bound leather pouch. “Here it is.”

This was still odd beyond reckoning, but at the same time, real or not, he was tempted by his curiosity. “What is it?” the redheaded boy asked as the witch placed the packet in his open palms.

“The same thing that fulfilled my precious Alice's dreams,” the woman cooed, giving the boy a rather patronizing pat on the cheek.

A girl so perfect could have dreams? Regardless Ryan took a moment to peek, pulling open the little bag with his fingertips to reveal what looked just like purple sand; maybe even finer as he dipped his digits in an took up a light pinch. “What do I do with it?”

Matty rolled her golden eyes. “So many questions,” she teased, wandering back to her buxom toy and giving her a squeeze. “Just give a little to your Julianne, and she'll bend the world to make you happy,” accentuating her point she pulled the blonde down for a passionate kiss, nearly knocking her hat if her free hand hadn’t caught it.

As the two shared their moment, the boy's dark eyes lingered on this new gift he'd been given. Just a little dust and she would be his. Could it really be so easy? He could feel his heart hammering with excitement, his mind racing to rationalize his possibilities. She would make him happy, but would he make her? Of course he would, he would be a great husband, and do everything in his power to make the love is his life the happiest in the world.

If any of this was real. It still felt like any second now Ryan would wake up at his desk or in his room and realize how silly this dream really was. Especially as he brought his gaze back up to watch the two beauties fondling one another. “Alright, I guess I'll be going then?” he offered, not wanting to interrupt.

The witch offered him a small wave, not taking her lips off her playmate. With his okay the leave the boy turned on his heel, still doing his best to hide his stiffy as he made his way to the door. Behind him Alice broke the embrace, looking out at the redheaded boy sadly as he left.

“Hey darling, don’t worry,” her Madam cooed, turning the blonde’s head to face her. “I told you, I'll take care of things for you.”" - A Harem His Own by Madam Materia