Gushing
I hummed and tapped my hooves on the carpet under my desk as I played my card game. My parents' generation had solitaire, sure, but my generation's card game had music. That had to count for something.
The front desk had been pretty dead today, which suited me fine. I would have had to call for backup for just about any possible issue.
I looked up as the front door opened again. Deyha stomped to shake off snow and brushed herself down, clearing stray flakes from her jacket.
"Damn it, Damn it, Damn it." Deyha muttered as she tried to brush the snow out of her fur. I pushed back from the desk and made my way over. "What's wrong?"
"Stupid snow is melting too fast, I'm gonna be soaked."
"Relatable." I held out my hands and Deyha handed me the package she had been juggling.
"Thanks." She used both hands now and made much better progress clearing at least her thighs. Little icicles swung around on her fetlocks from where snow had already melted and re-froze before she got in.
"We should get you a warm bath."
"Tempting, very tempting, but I really need to finish logging today's receipts and updating the books."
"Done and done." I smiled.
"Oh? Really?"
"I know you didn't ask me today, but I figured, why else would you teach me?"
Deyha seemed contemplative for a moment. "Nice. Thanks Maddie, I appreciate it."
"You're welcome. Now bath! Bath!"
"Okay, okay," Deyha took back the package and then paused. "What did you mean by 'relatable' earlier?"
"Hmm?" I could feel myself flush warm again.
"You said me being soaked was relatable, why are you soaked?"
I shuffled in place. We were alone but it was still really out in the open, especially if anyone was looking in through the glass doors.
"Maddie?"
"It's nothing."
I met Deyha's gaze for only a moment before looking down again.
"Maddie." Her tone had shifted, taking on a hint of the mischief that Carolyn was so fond of. It certainly did not help. "Show me."
"Here?"
"You brought it up, now show me."
I shuffled in place. Bunching up the front of my dress.
"Sometime today, Madeline."
"So later is good? Perfect." I took a step away but she caught my wrist.
"Let me rephrase then. Show me. Here. Now."
This was so much funnier in theory, but none of my squirming or whimpering was swaying Deyha's resolve.
"Fine! Fine."
Deyha released my hand and I lifted the front of my dress.
"Oh you poor thing." Deyha cooed.
I dropped the fabric and stepped back but she caught me again. "Ah ah ah, I didn't say we were done here."
"Deyhaaaaaa."
"I'm waiting."
I lifted the dress again and screwed my eyes shut, but that only made her touch all the more surprising.
"Deyha‽” I tried once more to step back but she was ready. This time she caught me around the waist, hoisting me up on her shoulder like I was nothing more than a sack of oats. "Put me down!"
"Stop squirming, I will."
"Put me down now." I amended, but this time I got no response. She seemed utterly immune to my pleas for mercy.
Defeated, I stopped resisting, watching the hypnotic sway of her tail as she carried me through the facility. There was a bit of spinning and then finally she set me down.
"What are we doing here?" I looked around the unfamiliar room. It was cozy and plush, the walls were painted a nice green with a variety of standing lamps and light panels spaced throughout the room. There was a pile of stuffed animals in the corner and–. "Why is my stuff here?"
"This is your stall."
"My stall?"
"Your own special place. We noticed you hadn't unpacked anything into your bedroom so I suggested you might like something like your own office instead. Carolyn took that and made the logical leap toward sex dungeon. Speaking of…" Deyha pulled out her phone.
"No, don't-"
But it was too late. Deyha held the phone to her ear. "Hey Lynn." she spoke in conspiratorial tones. "I'm taking Brattie here to her stall for time out. Would you like to join us? … okay, see you soon."
Deyha set her package on a table by the door and crossed her arms. Standing suspiciously ready to cover any escape attempts.
"Fuck." I muttered and paced. They had piled my plushie collection in the corner, and beside that there was a bag chair, a bookshelf, and a reading lamp. A small computer was tucked into one of the shelves and my monitor had been adapted to a wall mount. That was where the cozy comfy vibe ended though. The other side of the room featured a very cliche black vinyl couch.
"Jake and Thad helped." Deyha added.
"Of course they did." I muttered.
"Should I invite them too?"
"No the fuck you shouldn't. I'll thank them privately."
"Privately?" Deyha continued to speak in salacious tones.
"Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck–"
The door opened again and Carolyn stepped in, seeming the slightest bit out of breath.
"That was quick." Deyha took off her jacket and hung it on the door knob. "We'll work on getting a coat hook– that is, if you end up regularly wearing clothes."
"Of course I'm going to fucking wear clothes!"
"She's really riled up." Carolyn stepped around so that I was standing between her and Deyha.
"Extremely." Deyha agreed. "Do you know she flashed me? In the lobby of all places."
"Oh my." Carolyn took a step toward me.
"That's not what happened!"
"The back talk is also rampant today." Carolyn continued. She pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders, running her hands down before hugging around my stomach, pinning my arms to my sides.
"What are we going to do with you?" Deyha stepped closer, completing the Maddie sandwich.
"And more importantly, what are you going to say if it gets to be too much?" Carolyn's tone shifted back to serious.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "I'll say 'stop'."
"You didn't forget to say stop earlier did you?" Deyha asked.
I pursed my lips and squinted at her. "No. I didn't forget."
"Interesting. Interesting." Carolyn murmured. She laid a kiss on my shoulder and chills rushed down my arms.
Deyha hooked her finger into the collar of my dress. "I think you might have outgrown this dress."
"I think it fits fine, thanks." I squinted at her but she was already shaking her head.
"No, you see it should have fallen to the floor by now but it seems caught on something."
"Uh huh." I deadpanned.
Carolyn groped my chest. "I don't think you've been paying attention. See, you appear to be operating under the assumption you don't need supportive undergarments yet."
"No, I did outgrow those. I figured the dress was supportive so I didn't bother you about it. Have you seen how expensive bras are?"
Deyha nodded, but Carolyn squeezed instead. "No, I can't say I've done much bra shopping lately. It's one of the perks of being a gene modder."
"Uh huh." I tried to keep my tone deadpan again but now my voice came out as a gasp.
Deyha held the collar of my dress with two hands now, and before I could protest she began to rip it.
Carolyn giggled and released me to allow Deyha work. Once she had torn about a foot down she stopped and dropped the fabric. The whole dress fell, pooling at my feet.
"That's better." Deyha declared. She took a step back to admire her handiwork. "Perfect. I can't imagine why you would persist in wearing clothes."
"Maybe having you tear them off of me is my kink." I laid the sarcasm on as thick as I knew how to.
"I can do it more often, in fact we could go check your wardrobe right now."
"Wait, no."
She picked her jacket up and turned the doorknob.
"Jesus. Stop."
Deyha put her jacket back. "So you do know how to say it."
"Of course I do! I don't see why you have to test me."
Deyha smirked, "I wonder the same thing every day."
"So now what?" I waved my hands at the puddle of fabric.
I felt a pinch on my ear and suddenly there was something hanging there.
"Gotcha!" Carolyn sounded extremely proud of herself.
"Oh, I get it." I adjusted the tag to hang a little closer to my face. "What was it? Cute, happy, tagged and milked?"
"Well." Deyha cupped my cheek, gently turning my head as if to admire their work. "For starters you could scarcely be less happy, and if I'm remembering what Carolyn told me… I think you missed one."
I squinted. "Well. There is only so much teasing I can enjoy in one sitting, and I doubt either of you modded on a breeding apparatus just for little ol me."
"I dunno…" Carolyn sang behind me. "Personally, I'm warming up to the idea."
"Of course you are, Carolyn. Deyha, do not give up your tail just to rail me." I pointed at her for effect and then turned around.
Whatever matching rebuke I had for Carolyn died on my lips. She had been busy behind my back and now, proudly strapped to her pelvis, was my dildo. It was a horse cock model I'd ordered ages ago on a whim, but I'd never worked up the guts to give it a ride, I'd never gotten into anal at all really.
"Where did you find that?" I asked.
Deyha peered over my shoulder and whistled. "That is rather large."
"Right?" Carolyn waved it a couple times for effect. "Can you believe our sweet little Maddie had this baby stashed away?"
I caught the tip, cradling it in my palm.
"Don't worry, I was very thorough cleaning it. I used the ultrasonic cleaner and everything." Carolyn held up a squeeze bulb and pinched it, causing a bit of lube to spill out onto my hand. "And this is fresh cum lube. The stuff you had expired forever ago."
I stroked the toy idly, bemused at the idea of the old stallion getting action after all.
"I gotta be honest." Deyha said. "For a while there, I thought you were going along with all the modding just for gender affirming care, but I'm pretty sure you were born for this."
"Though there are pretty huge differences between horses and cows." Carolyn mused "I mean, we can split the difference–"
She trailed off as I pulled on the dildo, dragging her along as I backed up toward the couch. Deyha caught me as I bumped into her and she helped me lay down, half on her lap.
I struggled to be patient as Carolyn climbed onto the couch. Over the last few weeks I tried to manage my expectations, convincing myself that it didn't have to be perfect and that it was okay if it hurt, but that had mostly resulted in a lot of masturbating.
Deyha collected my hands, clasping both of them in one of hers above my head.
"Who could have predicted…" Carolyn mused. "That the stammering little egg at the job fair would be such an easy little cow." She pressed the tip in, and held my knees.
"I wasn't an egg and I'm not that easy" I tried to sound serious, but the effect was spoiled by a moan as she pushed. "Sue me for opening my heart to the kindest people ever."
Carolyn bent forward, easing in even further as she kissed my forehead. "Any artist would kill for a canvas such as you."
Deyha hummed her agreement but I couldn't pass by an opportunity for a bad joke.
"I get it– " I sighed and arched into her as she made the tiniest thrust. "–I'm a canvas because you're about to paint my womb with your–"
She cut me off. Pressing her lips to mine as she pressed impossibly deep. I whimpered as her hips meant mine and she seemed to put all her weight into squishing me.
"How the fuck–" I gasped as she dragged out and back in again.
"What?" Carolyn seemed all the more smug. "Did you expect something different?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Silly Madeline." She sighed as if there was some sensation in it for her after all. "I only wanted to make sure you were fully equipped for your life of blissful breeding."
Deyha laid her free hand on my belly, splaying her fingers out
"Can you feel it?" Carolyn asked.
"Of course I can feel it!" I gasped and tried to pull my hands free, but Deyha held them firmly. Each little movement as I struggled sent shockwaves through my core.
"I wasn't talking to you, pet."
My retort was cut off as Carolyn started moving.
"Aww, look at her kicking her little hooves." Deyha cooed as she rubbed my belly.
"Stooop" I whined.
Deyha released my hands and Carolyn pulled back, holding my knees as she caught her breath. "What's wrong Babygirl?"
"Nothing, I meant–" I groaned. "This is why people make safe words."
"Mmhmm." Carolyn hummed, pulling the rest of the way out. The dildo sprung free, and a rope of cum lube squirted out across my tummy, followed by a stronger burst that reached my chin.
"Carolynnnn you're wasting it!"
"I disagree." She squirted me one last time. "Were you just feeling fussy about the teasing?"
"Yeah, but it's fine. I didn't actually want you to stop." I resisted the urge to wipe the lube off. I was certain I'd only end up spreading it and making a mess.
"That's good. Do you want to continue this or should we move on to milking?"
"I doubt you're going to get anything."
Carolyn leaned forward and cupped one of my breasts, squeezing toward the nipple until a bead of milk appeared.
"You were saying?"
"Nothing, I didn't say anything. We should move on to milking." I sat up and Deyha went to grab the package she had brought in before.
"Wait, is this going to make milking a sex thing? Like I'll get horny as a pavlovian response?" I grabbed my ruined dress from the floor and used it to wipe up most of the cum lube.
"Ideally, yeah." Carolyn smirked. "Though I'm sure if you behave you may eventually be allowed to milk in the common room."
"But I don't think that's going to happen." Deyha opened the box and pulled out a tangle of straps, wires, and tubes connected to two familiar looking cups.
The normal harnesses I'd been shown before were based on nursing bras or a stretchy loop of fabric with a few holes to feed the cups and pump through. This was far less innocent looking.
Pink rhinestone covered straps criss-crossed between a belt-like band and the two cups, along with wires and a battery pack for a pair of shiny bullet vibrators.
Deyha unlatched the band and fiddled with it until she found the shoulder straps. She helped me into it and I held the cups in place as she adjusted straps and tucked the wires away.
"What about the throttle thingy?"
Deyha laughed and fished in the box again, pulling out a jug and a collar with a bell.
She dropped the jug on the couch and opened the collar, holding it up as an invitation. "What do you think?"
At face value it was just part of the whole kink thing. It matched the harness and had a little golden cowbell. It was absolutely a joke.
But it really, really, wasn't.
The inside was embroidered with our names; Carolyn, Deyha, and Madeline– and on the end there was a lock. Nothing that would be even remotely hard to pick, but heart shaped with a total of three little keys.
What composure I might have had evaporated. My vision blurred with tears but I still managed the two steps to Deyha. I felt Carolyn take the ends of the collar behind me, buckling it and clicking the lock as Deyha held my face. I failed to hold back a sob as she wiped the tears from my cheeks.
"It's okay Babygirl, shhh. It's okay." she enveloped me in a hug and I broke down. I'd prepared myself for the touching and kissing but this was too much. The tag was one thing, it just said I belonged here in general; that I was part of the community as a whole. This collar was from Deyha and Carolyn specifically.
"I can't believe you two." I sobbed.
"You haven't even seen the charm bracelets for the keys" Carolyn whispered as she joined the hug.
I was laughing and crying now. I couldn't believe they had planned all of this. My own room, the gifts… and I had nothing for them. Nothing at all. Deyha swayed, rocking me side to side as I re-learned how to breathe.
Carolyn rubbed my shoulders as I finally stopped shaking. "Do you want to try out the harness?"
"No," I whispered into Deyha's chest. "No it's too much, it's all too much."
"Okay baby, it's okay." Carolyn cooed as she unclasped the harness. I flinched as the straps caught and dragged. All the sensations that used to be mind blowing were making my skin crawl. My chest was sticky, my hooves ached from standing, my eyes felt puffy and gross, I was melting down on what should have been the happiest moment of my life.
Carolyn touched the lock on my collar and I shook my head.
"You want to keep this on?"
I nodded, feeling rotten and pathetic for defaulting to nonverbal cues. I hadn't been this out of sorts in a long time and the whole clusterfuck was magnified by the new fear that I could get worse. I could lash out and hurt them and end up pushing them away forever.
I gripped Deyha tighter. Listening for her heartbeat as I tried to block the world out.
"Cold."
"You're cold? I'll go grab a blanket, let's get you somewhere warm."
The door was open and shut for just a moment, and then it was just Deyha and me again. "I'm sorry Maddie." she kissed the top of my head.
I shook my head.
"It'll be okay." She continued.
"Shut up!" I cried. I pushed her off of me, twisting to escape her grasp.
However, I immediately lost my balance and landed hard on my hip. I screamed into my hand, trying to vent the sickening mixture of physical and emotional pain but everything continued to throb regardless. All that changed was I felt dizzy and lightheaded.
I'd done it. I'd done the exact stupid crazy shit I thought I would do. I'd fucked it up and now they were going to leave me forever.
The door opened and closed again, leaving me alone.
Warmth fell over me and I cowered into it. It was dark under the blanket. Safe.
I squeezed my bell, relishing in the way the edges dug into my palm. And then I just breathed. In and out. Tensing and relaxing as I sought out the bad thoughts and pushed them away.
I uncurled a bit, feeling out how large the blanket was and I bumped into something, or someone, rather.
"You're still here."
"We're still here." Deyha stated flatly– not in an irritable way but as though she were merely confirming the sky was up and earth was down.
"I'm sorry for…" I trailed off. Listing things seemed pointless.
Carolyn spoke up "I know I promised I'd bite you for that, but I'm letting you off the hook this once."
I sighed and peeked out from the blanket, looking at each of them in turn. They were still unbearably concerned, but I hadn't hoped for anything better.
I held out my arm to Carolyn. She took my hand and held it but I shook free.
"What are you doing?" she giggled.
"Rules are rules." I said. "Don't do the crime if you can't do the time or something."
"You are such a goofball."
"Not my problem."
Carolyn rolled her eyes and lifted my hand to kiss the back.
After a second I realized that was the best I was going to get out of her for now, so I turned to Deyha. "Ow." I deadpanned. "Carolyn bit me."
"Good to see your humor still works." Deyha smiled.
I shook my head. "We all know full well my humor is fucking blasted beyond repair."
I grumbled as I got on my hands and knees and tried in vain to bring the blanket with me. After a second of effort I gave up and laid back down.
"Are you ready to go?" Carolyn asked and I nodded.
Deyha helped me to my feet and I pulled the blanket tight around myself, ignoring the arm holes in favor of wearing it like a cloak.
"Do you want a bath?" Deyha asked but before I could reply they both busted out laughing.
"What? The answer is yes but what is so funny?"
"That was so cute!" Carolyn squealed.
"What was?"
"Maddie, your ears literally perked up when I said 'bath'." Deyha tweaked my ear and I shook her off.
"Just for that, you better make it a bubble bath."
Deyha nodded, scooping me up into a bridal-style burrito. "For you, my dear. I think we can make that happen."
Against my better judgement I spent the next day outside my room, it wasn't that my little private stall carried bad memories, it was distinctly bitter-sweet… I just felt like I'd made a lot of progress on being a more social creature, and hiding away in the dark playroom at my first opportunity would defeat the purpose.
I lifted the blanket and pulled at the collar of my shirt to check on the extractors, chewing my lip as I fought to be objective about how my progress was. I turned up the pneumatic pump another click and fixed my blanket, trying not to make mental associations about how it felt. Why did it have to pulse? It was like it was like the whole setup was conspiring to remind me of how Carolyn–
I coughed and stood up. I was getting side tracked. I needed to occupy my mind some other way, ideally with something to chew. Grazing was literally what cows did right? I could get a snack. Right?
I unplugged from the air line and maneuvered my arms in and out of the snuggie sleeves until I was wearing it more like a bathrobe. It dragged like a cape, but it still kept my arms warm and was less likely to trip me up. I returned to the kitchen area, eyeing the miniature taco bar alongside the dumpling soup.
I stepped off to the side automatically as I heard footsteps approach, thinking I'd watch to see what the other girls were munching on.
"Hey Maddie." Xander, one of the other milk producers, greeted me warmly. "Carolyn tells me your milk just came in, how are you feeling?" Xander was perhaps the next most heavily modded besides me, having the ears, horns, and tail like me without the hooves or fur. She had vitiligo though, so the patterns on her skin only added to the aesthetic.
"Good, good." I answered automatically, deciding to set aside the truth in favor of small talk.
"What's good today?"
I glanced around the kitchen. "The tacos are pretty solid, and soup is surprisingly savory."
"But… that's not all you've had, right?"
"I… never really liked spinach all that much." I side-eyed the salad bar. I had worked a scoop of the shredded carrots into my tacos, but it certainly did not spark joy.
Xander looked like she was trying desperately not to crack up. "Maddie–" she took my hand and led me toward one of the gigantic refrigerators at the back of the room. "This is what I meant."
Mismatched sacks lined the shelves where little plastic tags hung. There was a shelf for bluegrass, rye, clover, alfalfa, and oats.
Xander tugged on one of the alfalfa bags. "Variety is always the safest bet for these but you'll want to feel out a balance of what tastes best and what feels the best, ya know?"
"I didn't… I don't know." I wondered if I just hadn't paid attention, or if everyone had been waiting to ease me into my new diet.
"Here," Xander reached to grab a couple mixing bowls and handed one to me. "The bluegrass and rye are probably the best for you, but the bluegrass is out of season–" she held up her hand on the other side of her mouth and stage whispered, "and it's getting a little stale." She reached into the bags, grabbing handfuls of the different greens, "So I'd recommend the rye to start as a little adventure, with the no-doubt more familiar oats for the main bulk."
"I think… I'll try some clover too."
"Good choice, good choice. I'm sorry that nobody told you about this, I suppose it looks like it's for Jake and Thad, but I promise these are here for us."
"No, I believe you. I really appreciate you helping me out."
I started to step back to take my bowl back to my couch, but Xander gently caught my hand.
"We aren't done yet. You need to wash those."
"They aren't pre-washed?" I followed her over to the sink where a couple salad spinners sat on drying racks.
"We don't pre wash because they need to be dry to store, and it's a pain in the ass to dry them without heat and cooking… it's a whole thing."
"Don't laugh but… do I use soap? Or…"
"No, no. And it's not as silly of a question as you might think. You don't want to use hand soap, but a shot of vinegar or baking soda in the cold water will help the rinse be thorough and quick without making things icky. I'm impatient so I don't like rubbing down every leaf, but I also don't like triple rinsing to get rid of all the vinegar."
"What about both?"
"Great for making fun bubbles, but it neutralizes the effects-- though…" Xander pulled out her phone and typed for a bit.
"What are you looking for?"
"Just trying to remember what the result of the chemical reaction is, and its… salt? Aaaaaand--" she tapped a few more times. "It's not toxic."
"And that means?"
"It's experiment time."
"Uhhhh… I'm not sure I want to experiment."
"It's fine, and it's totally safe. Probably. It's all getting rinsed off anyways." Without waiting for further protest, Xander got to work.
She dumped her greens in the salad washer and turned on the tap. I felt like I was watching a mad scientist as she filled a small cup with vinegar and dumped it in, and I swear she was cackling as she agitated the water with her hands. All she needed was a large spoon to stir her cauldron to complete the effect.
After a few seconds the water had already begun to cloud with dirt and debris. She dried her hands and scooped out a spoonful of baking soda to sprinkle over the water.
The bubbling was extremely unremarkable, but Xander didn't seem to mind. She agitated the water and then pulled out a leaf to sample.
"Shouldn't you rinse it all off?"
"I will, I will. One sec." she chewed thoughtfully. "Huh. I don't taste the salt."
"And the vinegar?"
"Still taste that. I probably just don't have the ratio right. Doesn't matter though." She lifted the basket out of the spinner and dumped the water before turning on the cold tap again. "You don't have to experiment with me if you don't want to. One or the other is perfectly fine for a little boost to remove pesticides."
"I… Think I'll confirm with Carolyn. No offense."
"None taken." She swirled the water around with her hands for a moment before lifting the basket, dumping the water, and putting on the lid. She cranked the handle, holding the bowl down into the sink as it rattled and hummed with the effort.
After a few seconds at max speed she let the little green centrifuge coast to a stop before lifting the basket and dumping the surprising amount of water that had been slung off.
"Your turn." Xander dumped the basket into her mixing bowl and turned the tap on.
I did my best to copy the steps she'd taken and after a minute I'd pretty effectively washed my portion.
"One last thing." She led me toward the kitchen door and backed through. "You don't have to do this, and certainly don't need to do it all the time, but giving it a good blend will really help– trust me, the mix you have there should taste just fine."
"Like… into a smoothie?"
"It ends up as more of a paste unless you add water, but I like to chuck in a few ice cubes to make it kinda like an ice cream." She dumped her bowl into a blender and blitzed it a few times until it had the consistency of oatmeal cookie dough. "It is really important to chew the ever living hell out of your food, so a little pre-process goes a long way to save your teeth."
She grabbed a spatula and scraped the sides of the blender before setting the whole thing back in its place. "Now this is the misbehaving part." She stepped over to the pantry and returned with a bag of potato chips, pouring a generous serving in before mixing it all together, whistling and looking around in an exaggerated act of 'nothing to see here, everything is super normal'.
"So." she leaned on the counter. "You want to give it a shot?"
I poured my bowl into the blender.
"Yeaaaah Maddie." patted my shoulder. "Do you want to try the ice cubes?"
"Let's do it."
Xander's enthusiasm was infectious and she practically skipped to collect a handful and dump them in.
"And I'm thinking…" I grabbed the potato chips and tipped them in, doing about as much as she had.
"Interesting, interesting, I can dig it."
I blended it into a paste as she returned the chips to the pantry. Mine ended up a little bit more firm than Xander's had and it certainly had less texture but it also somehow seemed okay. I licked the spatula and found it had a pleasantly sweet and salty oatmeal vibe that wasn't remotely offensive next to the green bean and rye flavors from the clover and grass.
Xander wiped her finger on the inside of the blender. "Not bad, not bad at all. I think you might be onto something here.– though I should warn you, our tolerance for sodium isn't just the best so this can't be an all-the-time thing."
"Sure, sure." I carried the blender pitcher to the sink and rinsed it out. "Is there anything else I should know about my diet?"
"Well… I don't know how much you've googled but unless Carolyn did something different for you, your diet isn't actually as restrained as a typical cow would be. Normally, onions, tomatoes, chocolate, and avocados could be pretty toxic depending on the dose but the worst you might experience is a bit of a bloated feeling from some of them. They aren't good for you but they won't kill you. Has Carolyn started you on any probiotics?"
"Mhmm, I had some this morning."
"Good, good. Well, your digestive system has been rebalanced to be mostly stomach instead of mostly intestines, so moving around is really good for digestion. The big deal is that you can now process cellulose waaaay better than before and all that digestive super power is what eventually gives your milk a higher protein content than the average human. For now, that mostly means we make milk essentially identical to cows, but if you help me pester Carolyn we might be able to convince her to invent strawberry and chocolate milk genes."
I burst out laughing. "That's so ridiculous! There's no way–"
"Why isn't it possible?"
"It's just not!"
"You won't crush my hopes!"
"I'm sorry, you're right. Maybe something could be done, hopefully without requiring an unending chocolate covered strawberry diet."
"I fucking love strawberries, I'd do it."
I laughed and shook my head. "Then I hope your dream comes true." I put the blender back as it was and found a spot for the spatula in the dishwasher. "Thanks again for helping me out, I'm not sure what would have happened if I'd tried to subsist on tacos."
"As if your girlfriends wouldn't swoop in to nurse you back to health."
I laughed. "Haha, yeah. They're the best."
"The bell is super cute by the way, It kinda makes me want one too, but I wouldn't want you to feel like yours is any less special."
"No worries there, this one is definitely one of a kind."
"For sure, for sure. Whatever I'd get would leave off the 'property of Carolyn and Deyha' bit."
"What? It says that? Where?" my whole body flushed as I touched the bell.
Xander nearly bent double with laughter, "Oh Maddie, I'm sorry. I'm pulling your tail. I just know a collar when I see one."
"Terrorizing my pet? For shame Xander, that's my job." Carolyn had evidently been waiting outside the kitchen.
"I would never." Xander took a step back, not-so-subtly tilting her bowl to hide the contents.
"Whatcha got there?" Carolyn already had her finger on the edge and she laughed and swiped a chip. "A criminal waste of potatoes. I can't believe you are already being such a bad influence on Maddie."
"She's not a bad influence!" I spoke up. "She's the first person to help me with my diet!"
"The first huh? I suppose now I know that you're the kind of cow that only drinks when led all the way to the water."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I asked you to experiment with the greens today, clearly I had too much faith in your reading ability."
I frowned. "How was I supposed to–"
"She's fucking with you" Xander chimed in. "There's nothing labeling the fridges from the outside."
"Details." Carolyn waved her off. "What did you go for anyways?"
"Oats, Rye, and clover." I held my chin high.
"And potato chips, no doubt."
"There may or may not be potato chips." I added, much to their amusement.
"That's good, very good, Maddie." She patted my head between the horns before shifting to cup my cheek.
"So when are you going to give Xander strawberry milk genes?"
Carolyn groaned and dropped her hand. "It's worse than I feared. She's turned you completely."
"It's a perfectly reasonable request."
"Is this going to be for both of you? Or just for Xan?"
"Really?" Xander perked up.
"Have you tried saying no to Maddie? It's criminal." Carolyn rubbed her eyes. "I'll take a second look, I still make no promises."
"Thanks! And just for Xander. Obviously my milk should taste like cotton candy and smiles."
"What do smiles even taste like?" Carolyn grabbed a spoon from the silverware holder and stuck it in my bowl. "Anyways, thank you Xander, I need to borrow Maddie now for a brief examination."
She said it with a completely straight face, no hint of ulterior motive whatsoever, but just as she had predicted the association was immediate and potent. I chewed my lip hard as Xander said her goodbyes and Carolyn led me off.
She led me directly to my room, or I guess 'stall' if the name was going to stick. I shrugged off the snuggie and bundled it in my lap as I tucked myself into the corner of the couch. The vinyl was cold on my back but I put that out of my mind as I dug into my frozen treat.
Carolyn meanwhile draped her coat over the other arm of the couch and sat next to me. I lifted my elbow so she could inspect the bag and throttle.
"You did a really good job setting up the harness, is there any particular reason you chose this throttle?"
I shrugged. "Not really, I just grabbed what was closest."
"I expect the pulsing was making it very difficult out there."
"They don't all do that?"
Carolyn chuckled, "No, they certainly don't. Though, it must not be too bad given how high you have it set."
"I only turned it up a little." I mumbled and turned back to my snack.
"Of course, of course, you only maxed out the dial to use the full, unrestricted, rail pressure."
"That's as high as it goes?"
"I didn't say that, the ports in here are much stronger than in the common room.– unrelated question, would you like me to hook you up?"
"Uh… sure… just, maybe lower the throttle?"
"Of course, Babygirl, of course."
I held the cups in place through my over-shirt as she fiddled with the hose and after a moment there was a faint hiss as the suction started up again. I hummed and tried to play it cool as the pulsing kicked in.
I shivered, suddenly second guessing my decision to include the ice cubes as I fought for composure.
Carolyn for her part was patient, resting her head on my shoulder and lending welcome warmth as I finished eating. I'd eaten the last of the solid chunks so I lifted the bowl to drink the green oat-milk-adjacent dregs before setting it aside.
"Was that good?" Carolyn toyed with the bundled blanket in my lap.
"Better than I expected, yeah. I wonder if my taste buds are already adjusting to some sort of cellulose craving."
She shrugged. "It's possible. Your body is pretty smart after all." she placed her hand on my knee, "It excels at recognizing inputs and adjusting to help."
"Mhmm."
There was a dull click and a distinct jump up in the intensity of the milking suction.
I chewed my lip and took a shuddering breath in through my nose, but my efforts to play it cool only rewarded me with another click and a firmer pulling sensation.
"Ah~ Carolyn–"
"Yes, Dear?" she clicked it back down a level. "Are you experiencing any discomfort?"
I whimpered and shook my head. I expected her to turn it up again but she merely pulled closer, humming as she embraced me.
With a bit of effort I got control of my breathing. My heart continued to pound in my chest but I felt like I was recovering some of my faculties. I eased the tension in my back, the cuddling was nice, sort of therapeutic, and I let the sensations recontextualize into a relaxing sort of massage. It was almost restful.
"How are you feeling?" Carolyn broke the silence after a minute.
"Mmm warm."
"Good, good." She pulled the blanket from my lap and rested her hand on the inside of my thigh. "How would you like to feel?"
"Maybe a little warmer?"
"Well then let me just adjust the heat." There was a click and she pulled me toward her lap. "You were sporting quite the look out there by the way."
"Was I?" I played dumb, arching my back and playing it off as a stretch as she worked an arm behind me.
"Very iconic. Regal flowing robes and a shirt that literally says 'mega milk'–." her hand slid up under my shirt. "–And boxers. I wish I believed in something as much as you believed this bit of cotton could keep you decent."
Just as I was about to respond she clicked the throttle again.
"Decency is a lie perpetuated by ah~"
Carolyn had worked her hand between my legs. "I'm not familiar with this 'ah' you speak of."
"I won't be ashamed of how I dress in my own home."
"Won't you? Then pray tell, what will you be ashamed of?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
My sass earned me another click on the throttle, I felt sure that I had to be approaching the maximum setting now.
"Now where did you tuck the battery pack…" Carolyn mused.
I debated making her search for it but on a whim I pulled it up through the collar of my shirt and let it hang there.
"Oh, thank you, dear." she cooed and flicked the switch on low.
The bullet vibrators kicked in and I gasped, deathgripping the cushion as the sensations mixed.
"I think now's a good time to check in on the taste." Carolyn mused. The cups loosened as she dialed down the suction and unplugged the throttle.
"Oh? Are you a connoisseur?"
"For you, I intend to be."
I lifted my shirt so that she could check the bag, but she slipped off the couch and knelt, pulling me toward the edge of the cushion and dragging my boxers off entirely.
"I thought you meant–"
"Never let them know your next move." She buried her face deep, sucking hard on my clit as if she had to make up for turning off the harness.
I gasped and squirmed. Arching my back only made the vibrators press that little bit harder.
"Carolyn! I– ah~!"
Her arms wrapped around my thighs, resisting my bucking and letting her apply more pressure.
My cries rose in pitch, breathy and weak as I was completely overcome. I hadn't ever been one for endurance really, but I had the distinct feeling I was currently the victim of a speedrun attempt.
Intentional squirming was mixed with involuntary spasms as the waves of dopamine crashed and and rippled through me like a wave pool. After a few seconds, a smaller crash rocked me but by then I was already desperately fumbling for the battery pack.
"Carolyn!" I gasped but she seemed to get the wrong idea, redoubling her efforts. I had to push my palm into her forehead to finally calm down enough to unclench my core muscles. I melted back into the couch, collapsing to the side to spare my tail.
There was a wet sensation on my chest now and it took me a few seconds to realize I was laying on the milk bag, causing it to backwash onto my chest. I begrudgingly sat back up and peeled off my shirt.
"Messy messy" Carolyn teased.
"Yeah, it feels a little gross."
Carolyn helped me out of the harness and I made a half-hearted attempt to wipe myself off with my shirt before giving up and laying down across the couch. "I had no idea being a pillow princess was so strenuous."
Carolyn scoffed. "Where did you hear that? And what gave you the idea that you fit the bill?"
I let an arm hang off the couch. "Do I not?" I looked over to see Carolyn uncapping the milk bag. "Hey!"
"What? It's your first day, It was never going to be sold. I'm doing quality control!"
"More like quantity control." I took a lazy swipe at her pants leg but she was just out of reach.
Carolyn shrugged and took a drink. Seeming to contemplate the flavor. "You know? I do think it tastes like smiles."
"Uh huh."
"I've always wondered if it loses something going from the source to the bag."
"This is how it starts." I sighed. "Samples and tastes and then before I know it you're requesting creamer for your coffee in the mornings, and hot chocolate at night."
"Oh, if I could have you all to myself."
My face warmed. "I was… you don't actually… do you?"
Carolyn shrugged again. "Do I look like I have any qualms about devouring you?"
"Fair enough. I guess the fan club is already in full swing then."
"So it's just me bringing that up that's not allowed."
"Yep!" I chirped. "But look on the bright side! You are officially the only person in the world permitted to partake and talk to me about it."
"I feel like you're turning this into a game of chicken to see which of us gets weirded out first. You won't win."
"I'm probably not empty if you want to check your hypothesis now. I don't know if you will get a better offer from any of the other girls."
"As if you have any idea how many tits have been in my mouth. Besides, something tells me you would combust if you saw me sample anyone else."
"How does it feel to always be right?" I scowled.
"Oh, is the game of chicken already over?"
I only squinted in reply.
"I'm sorry for being a bitch." She knelt next to me and took my hand in hers.
I pulled her hand up to my mouth and bit gently on the fleshy part near her pinky. "I still love you."
"I've told you, the biting rule doesn't go both ways."
I nibbled her little finger this time. "What rule?"
"You're lucky you're cute."
"And whose fault is that, Hmmm?"
"You were cute before I so much as touched you."
I squinted again. "My low self esteem compels me to discard that comment but it was a noble attempt."
"I had my sights on you the moment you asked about mods at the job fair."
"As your next victim?"
"Precisely, pet." She leaned forward to kiss my brow. "And how lucky you are to suffer me."
"I am lucky. I'm sor- I apologize for goading you into a game of chicken."
"You know, I think in the spirit of the law that does warrant a bite."
"How so?"
"Section one part one: unnecessary apologies shall be met with bites regardless of spectators."
"OooOooh official." I drawled sarcastically. "You certainly won't have to chase me down."
"Suddenly low on energy?"
"You could say I'm feeling drained."
"Completely?"
"I will always have a little more for you, love" I held out my arms. "Now either return unto me my snuggie or supplant it with thine own warmth."
"You get a little loopy after milking."
"And you get loopy after staying up too late, what's your point?"
"We could really test Deyha with some midnight milking shenanigans." Carolyn finally started moving, collecting my blanket and draping it over the back of the couch so that it could be pulled down easily.
I scooted back and rested my head on the arm rest, letting her sit on the edge to take off her shoes. She moved as if she was going to lay down but I put out a hand. "Ah ah ah, this is a no-clothes snuggle party. Please undress to my comfort level."
"I'm not sure how I feel about post-coital assertiveness."
"Do you want back rubs or not?"
"Fair point."
I waited patiently, or as patiently as I could manage as she shed her layers. She wasn't making a show out of it, but that didn't stop me from enjoying it.
Finally, she laid down, resting her head on my chest. True to my word, I trailed my hands over her back, delighting in the subtle ways she sank into me as she relaxed.
"You caught me off guard with the comment about me always being cute."
"Wasn't my intention." She murmured.
"It's fine, it's just… Despite your tone you never are just all talk. I remember the way I felt when you first realized I was interested in modding. Immediately you were clamoring to recruit me, and you talked about Deyha fussing over me on the way to pick me up, but the whole trip was your idea in the first place."
"Don't go telling anyone I've gone soft."
"Hah, your secret is safe with me. I just feel bad for telling you I was tossing out your compliment. You've always treated me like I'm cute, even when I didn't feel like it."
"It's almost like… it was never about how you looked."
"Almost, it's hard to discount the whole 'I still think jerseys are the cutest' thing."
"God forbid women do anything." Carolyn grumbled and nuzzled into my chest. "Maybe I'm just the only one who saw the gigantic milky tits that were within you all along."
"And maybe deep down you want to be the babygirl sometimes."
Carolyn grumbled dismissively and pulled herself closer to me for a moment before relaxing again. I amused myself tracing random patterns on her back, earning a huff of amusement when I spelled out "Maddie ❤️ Carolyn" followed by drawing a few dicks on her back.
"You know?" Carolyn mused "I think it would be weirder and kinkier to feed on you now than it would be during sex."
"Eh." I shrugged. "It'll probably work me up a bit and then it will be back to being a sex thing."
"I'm not so sure."
"If it ends up being the slippery slope to coffee creamer and hot chocolate, so be it."
"You better watch the sass, I still owe you a bite."
"Don't bite the tit that feeds you."
Instead of replying to the jab, she simply repositioned herself and began to feed. It caught me by surprise, but I did my best to roll with it.
I resumed rubbing her back, sticking to simple patterns as she kneaded to squeeze out everything I had. I was only a little less surprised when she switched to the other breast.
In no time at all she seemed to be done and she released me with a satisfied sigh. "So, did that press your buttons like you thought it would?"
"Not really, It actually seems like a practical way to even everything out after a milking session."
"Did it weird you out and trigger your 'humor to cope' response?"
"Yeaaaaah maybe a little."
"More importantly, does the coffee creamer offer still stand?"
"Sure babe. I'll cream your coffee any time."
"Nice. Wish I'd thought of that."
We lapsed into silence and on a whim I tugged the blanket over us. I wasn't the hugest fan of working around the blanket for backrubs, but the added warmth and softness more than made up for it.
Carolyn hummed "Thanks. I may actually take a nap if that's okay with you." she yawned.
"For sure, do you want me to stop rubbing or…"
"Either way is fine. Don't wear yourself out but I doubt I'll ever ask you to stop." she hummed tunelessly for another moment. "Maybe we should replace this with a hide-a-bed after all… why didn't you unpack anything into your bedroom anyways?"
"Oh…" I struggled to put my reasons into words. "Well at first it was because I assumed it was a guest room. I'm actually ashamed to admit it but I hadn't been completely sure that it was supposed to be my room until you phrased it that way just now– unless I misunderstood."
"No." Carolyn huffed a laugh, "No, that's your room. Is that all that was stopping you?"
"I–" I trailed off. I couldn't imagine how to word this so that it wouldn't sound lonely and needy, bordering on whiny, "I don't know. Maybe I would have gotten around to it eventually, but I also treated it like a guest room because I didn't want to put down roots and sprawl in there, never really getting out or socializing. Keeping it plain helped me not turn it into an everything room rather than just a place to sleep. My computer breaking might have been the best thing in that regard. If I had set that up in there… I don't know how bad I would have been."
Carolyn stretched and relaxed into me again. "Well, I don't foresee you doing anything with your bedroom any time soon so if you'd like, I can talk to Deyha about moving you in with us."
"Yes.– I mean, yeah. I'd be open to that."
Carolyn chuckled. "I thought you might."