Monster Breeder-164. Return to the Human Plains! Part 8 (R-18)

Monster Breeder-164. Return to the Human Plains! Part 8 (R-18)

Effie the Highland cowgirl, my childhood friend and a Taurine Milkmaid to boot, gives us a completely unnecessary (what with my personal strength and the Doggin Patrol) escort to the Milk Barn. I recount my adventures (or
mis
adventures, depending on how you look at them) once again for the new audience. Effie is suitably impressed by the trouble I’ve gotten myself into, but I just want to hear about how she’s been! Julia, Jenny, Janine, and I all follow her to the Barn while listening to Effie’s work stories from her Route. Hearing about her dealing with rude humans and monsters complaining that she doesn’t taste like their last Milkmaid and giving unsolicited dietary advice to improve her flavor, people with poor hygiene, or bad breastfeeding etiquette is eye-opening.
Wow, working in the foodservice industry sure is hard!
By the time we reach the Milk Barn, my respect for Effie and my appreciation for our childhood friendship has grown by leaps and bounds. Growing up together, Effie basically taught me how to be as polite and considerate as possible with any Milkmaid. Sure, some things are obvious like no pinching or biting and being gentle with the nipple, but it’s also important to read your Milkmaid’s body language and social cues to know where to put your hands and arms. Some Taurine don’t like being touched while they’re working. Others want to be hugged and get offended if you act standoffish.
Effie loves it when I let her cradle me in her lap and stroke my hair while I drink. She acts all mopey if I don’t give her milk-cuddles afterward, too. Damn, it’s been a week since the last time I had my morning Effie milk! I’ve missed that. Hey, no wonder she was so excited to see me—she’s been worried that I wasn’t getting my calcium! She’s such a sweet girl.
The big red Milk Barn comes into sight, and we can already hear the sounds of monsters hard at work. Our Doggin escort waits outside as we enter the Barn. Inside, there are no stalls, but the floor is covered with straw—‘milking’ can get messy. Large vats with minotaurs operating oars to continuously stir the big tanks serve as the background. There are rams with burly arms churning butter in wooden barrels, and cheese-making equipment hangs on the walls. Luckily, we’ve arrived during one of the main milking sessions of the day.
Milkmaids can’t milk themselves—it's part of their monster natures—and they get increasingly horny as their breasts swell with unreleased creamy goodness. To combat both of these factors, the Milkmaids lay on benches with holes to fit their fat breasts through, then grab the handholds while helpers assist them from both ends. Goblins, Hobs, and Doggins squeeze their nipples over pails to collect their liquid white gold. Orcs, Rams, and Minotaurs fuck them from behind, filling the air with the sounds of slapping flesh, moans, and the smells of sweat and cum. Orgasms stimulate both their milk production and expression. One of the larger Milkmaids fills a bucket every time she screams in ecstacy.
It's a beautiful sight to behold!
Julia and Jenny seem to think so, too. “I’ve always wanted to see the Milk Barn in full swing,” Julia grins and marvels at the scale of industry. Got to admit, it’s fascinating to watch how everyday ingredients like butter and cheese are made.
“Come on, I think they could use another few pairs of hands,” Jenny says with a devious smirk as she grabs Julia and Janine by the wrists, rushing forward to join in the fun. Indeed, the Milkmaids and their various monster partners are surprised and delighted to find humans entering their workplace to lend a helping hand.
A Goblin helps the girls undress (wouldn’t want their clothes getting soaked with milk-spray), a Hob shows them proper milking technique (pressing up against Jenny’s back to reach around and guide the girl’s hands), and a Doggin offers to let Julia sit on her face since the rough wooden stools might give their delicate human posteriors a splinter. Things devolve from there as other Milkmaids clamor for their turn getting milked by the sexy, nubile humans, and the monster workers become increasingly distracted from their tasks. On second thought, maybe humans don’t work here for a reason—it’s hard to concentrate on workplace efficiency when you have the heavenly scent of horny humans filling your nostrils!
Julia and Jenny are soon mobbed by randy monsters looking for a piece of the action with Janine along for the ride. Not even the no-nonsense Secretary can resist when there are humans in the mix. It was already an orgy before we got here but now the vats and churners are abandoned for the stirrers to join in the fun. Oh, dear, I think we might get banned after their post-nut clarity kicks in and they realize they missed their daily quota. That, and Jenny is making a huge mess hosing down her partner with milk before licking Julia clean. Good thing there are some Janitors here because they’re going to need a mop and bucket after this.
My presence attracts a few cautious gazes, but the Barn workers quickly return to their rutting when I don’t start trouble. Once it seems that I won’t need to explain myself, I make to join in the fun as well so I can easily extract the Taurine mark I came here for.
Effie grabs my wrist, “Oh, Alex, let me show you where we milk the heifers!” Ah, the thought did occur to me to wonder where the younger Milkmaids were. Milk production starts at puberty after all, like estrus, and they need a separate place away from the orgy to relieve each other before they come of age. That doesn’t particularly interest me, though, especially with the big messy gangbang going on mere feet away. I drag my heels a bit. “~
Please
~”
There’s no mind control magic in her voice, but I feel compelled to give Effie, my childhood friend—my sister from another mister—what she wants regardless. “Alright, alright,” I let her drag me away. Nearby is a smaller barn with stalls marked by name and its floor also covered with straw. One stall still belongs to Effie, though I suspect she’s moving out soon since she just turned eighteen like me. “Um, where is everyone?”
“We send the heifers out on their Milk Routes when the main Barn revs up for action.”
*SLAM*
She closes the barn door loudly and drops a heavy crossbar into place, locking us inside.
“Effie?”
Silently, the Highland cowgirl strips out of her overalls, red-brown bangs obscuring her eyes as her tremendous rack flops free to dangle tantalizingly before me. I stare at her muscular figure in all its glory: washboard abs, bulging biceps, keg-sized breasts, and thighs that could crush a man’s skull like a sparrow egg. My ensuing double-erection hardens so quickly it actually rips through my panties to rudely jut out as if begging for attention. Her gaze locks onto my hardness and she says, “…If
that’s
how you feel about me, then why?!?”
Effie eight-foot-tall frame towers over me despite my Orc Stature but I don’t feel intimidated in the slightest as she pushes me onto my back inside her stall. The power gap between us is ridiculous—I have the Strength and Toughness of an Ogress, armor, weapons, and boatloads of magic—but that’s not it. I know my Effie wouldn’t ever hurt me even as she pins my wrists to the floor with a steel grip and squats above me with her hooves framing my waist, positioning her core above my rods. She hesitates.
“Do you hate me, Alex?” Her bovine tail swishes with agitation as her cunt drools onto my shafts. I want nothing more at this moment than for her sweet pussy to plunge down and sheath me.
“No, never.” How could I hate this beautiful, wonderful, sweet girl I’ve grown to love like a sister for my entire young adult life? Even if she took me without consent here, I’d only be confused and hurt that she didn’t trust me to say ‘yes.’ But hate her? Not a chance.
Tears fall from beneath her bangs to land on my chest.
“Then why’d you leave me?!?” She sobs, and my heart breaks.
“Effie… I thought… I thought we were like sisters.” I didn’t intend to induct my parents and siblings into my harem when I returned home; I must’ve had a blind spot for her. “You never showed an interest…”
But that excuse rings hollow to my ears. I knew she was into human girls. Perhaps I worried she wouldn’t be attracted to me after I became a monster on my return, but I’ve always known Effie loves me. I just wasn’t sure she loved me like
that.
“I was waiting for you to become a Breeder! I was gonna be the first monster to knock on your door, even if I had to beat everyone else in line senseless! I’ve been crushing on you since we were twelve! Don’t you have
any
feelings for me?”
“Of course I do!”
“Then why? You didn’t even say goodbye!”
“I… I was coming home. I
did
come home within a week.”
“Alex, everyone thought you were going to die out there.”
Yeah.
I never expected to change the world by becoming a Tamer. I never considered myself suicidal despite knowing I might be killed if I encountered the wrong type of monster. I left home despite having a loving family and multiple romantic interests on the horizon. I told myself we’re the last bastion of free humanity bearing the ancient torch of enlightenment. What was my life compared to the possibility of protecting that?
But was that just an excuse to justify the perversions of my proclivities? My imagination had become a jungle filled with magnificent mysteries—the world outside my hometown had beckoned like a Siren’s call.
“I might be a little crazy,” I admit. “The idea of being ‘taken’ by Feral monsters has always turned me on, but I’d never have given up on coming home, I swear. It was my dream to get knocked up by an exotic monster and bring new blood to town.”
“So… I wasn’t good enough for you.”
“No! Effie, that’s definitely not it! I don’t know if I could’ve gone through with my insane plan if we were officially together.”
“You don’t know?”
That’s not what I meant! Ahhrrgh!
If I’d been in a relationship with Effie by the time I graduated… If I’d confessed to Julia and entered a ménage à trois with her and Jenny… Could I have been satisfied with loving three amazing women and Breeding our selection of Goblins, Hobs, Orcs, Ewes, Rams, Minotaurs, Milkmaids, Doggins, and Wargs?
If… If… If… If… IF! So what???
I break free of her grasp to clap one pair of hands on Effie’s buttocks where she crouches above my member, my second pair wrapping around her waist, and I say, “The past is the past, Effie. I’m a moron, a blind woman, a blockhead, and I made mistakes, but I don’t regret how things turned out, and the only path is forward. I love you, I’ve loved you for years, I think you’re one of the sexiest monsters I’ve ever met and, if you’d do me the honor of becoming my bride, you’d make me the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me?”
Effie straightens and our eyes meet beneath the canopy of her reddish-brown bangs, letting me gaze into her glistening toffee-colored irises. Sniffling, tears rolling along her cheeks, she says, “All I wanted was to have you to myself just once. But marriage sounds pretty good, too, as long as I get a private honeymoon~”
“Is that a ‘yes?’” I ask with a cocky grin. Who knows, she might come to like some of my other wives.
The Milkmaid plops down on one of my erections, penetrating herself to the hilt with a reptilian rod. My dick enters the nirvana of a sloppily-wet Taurine pussy. She moos loudly as the bumps and soft spikes on my shaft sweetly scrape at her inner walls. My second cock is squeezed between us, acting as a clit-stimulator for her as we rock and roll our hips together, the soft pressure of our bodies against my member a heavenly torture.
We’re bonded physically as well as emotionally, now, and, as soon as I cum inside her, she’ll be Branded with my love as well.
She’s not interested in slow lovemaking at the moment, though. Effie fucks herself on my cock like she’s been starving the better part of a decade for this. The Taurine Milkmaid’s crotch smacks against mine over and over with increasingly loud and wet
*Plaps!*
Each impact sends waves of pleasure sloshing through my body.
There’s no better way to screw a Taurine than cowgirl position!
I squeeze her ass with one pair of hands while the other moves up to touch the glory of her massive mammary milkers. Her nipples are already starting to dribble, and they spurt cream between my fingers in jetting streams the second I grab Effie’s tits. She quivers and moans at my touch. Massaging her breasts makes her eyes roll up, and the Taurine Milkmaid releases a long lowing groan as she cums explosively on my rod. Her muscles twitch, her cunt convulses around my girth, and her pussy gushes juices that drench my groin.
“Aleeexxx!!!”
Pulling her against me with my hands on her butt, I thrust upward into her orgasming sex to find my completion. Droplets of milk fly everywhere as her tits flop about beneath my grip. The slapping sounds of wet skin on skin become lewder than ever while I cram her cunt with my reptilian cock. My second dick rubs against the smooth expanse of her abs, and I bite my lip. She hasn’t stopped cumming, and she’s so cute in the throes of overwhelming pleasure!
She's my childhood friend, my oldest companion whom I adore, my latest lover, the sheath for my pleasure-stick, my big, beautiful babe of a woman, and I’m filling her with my seed. Despite using my abilities to neutralize my sperm for the moment, it’s a tremendous turn-on to feel my spunk inflate her innermost chamber while watching that toned belly bulge—then blossom with my Brand.
“Effie… Fuck!”
My second cock bursts with thick ropes of white that coat the underside of the Milkmaid’s boobs. Her sweet cream mixes with my salty spray in a lurid concoction that bathes us both. Then Effie collapses atop me in bliss. Two watermelon-sized fun bags smother my face delightfully, and I can’t bear to push them aside. At least for a few more minutes…
“Alex… that was… incred—Alex…? ALEX!”
Why is there red mixed in with the white? Why does my throat feel hot? And it feels like there’s lots of liquid running down my neck… My tummy is on fire!
*Your Sympathetically Linked Companion Has Received Lethal Damage!*
Companion’s Received Damage Has Been Divided by Sympathetic Links (2)!
Half of the Received Damage Has Been Absorbed by Your Companion!
Your Companion Has Received a Severe Injury!
Severe Injury Dealt to a Critical Vulnerability!
Your Companion is Dying!
Half of the Received Damage Has Been Transmitted to you!
Damage Reduction Applied!
Lizardman Scales
Ogre Toughness
You Have Received a Minor Injury!
Minor Injury Dealt to a Critical Vulnerability!
You Are Bleeding!
Effie sits on top of me while panicking, too startled by the sudden shift of tone to act. I prop myself up on one elbow to look down over my breasts and read the red-alert message on my tattoo menu.
My ‘Linked Companion?’ Cottontail! She’s hurt?!?
Confusion, concern, and pain wrack my mind. Come on, Alex, this is important! Thinking is hard, but I have multiple Multitasking Focuses to devote to the task, not to mention my Slime Core starts to take over my cognition as I lose blood pressure.
Cottontail is dying, but she’s too far away for me to reach her in time. I don’t even have a Flou phone to ask what’s going on!
Analyzing the situation and myself, the transmitted damage through the Link must have barely nicked an artery, which explains all the bleeding. No wonder Cottontail is dying if the half-damage penetrating through my defensive abilities is this bad!
Links… Sympathy… the ‘transmission’ of damage… maybe there’s a way to save her!
Pink light suffuses me and radiates from my body as I invoke my daily use of Pink Slime Restoration.
*You Have Targeted Yourself With a Full Heal Effect!*
Full Heal Effect Has Been Divided by Sympathetic Links (2)!
Half of the Full Heal Has Been Absorbed by You!
Your Minor Injury Has Been Healed!
Your Bleeding Has Ceased!
You Are at Full Health!
Half of the Full Heal Has Been Transmitted to Your Companion!
Your Companion’s Severe Injury Has Been Healed!
Your Companion is No longer Dying!
Your Companion is at Full Health!
It worked! Thank God Beast, it worked. Oh, thank God Beast Cottontail is alright. I sigh in relief and slump back with my arms splayed wide.
“Alex, your wound—it’s gone!”
Blinking my eyes open, I take in the gory sight around me of my blood splattered onto the nearby surfaces, including my poor partner. I’m going to have to make it up to Effie in a major way for this bullshit ruining our marital consummation… Then I actually take in sight of the cowgirl straddling me as the pink radiation emitted from my healing sinks into her body.
When the strange light dims, I find a white Nurse’s cap with a red heart on the front sitting atop her head between her horns.
*Taurine Nursemaid Bride – Two Bovine Marks!*

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164. Return to the Human Plains! Part 8 (R-18)