Chapter 7 - Getting Milked

Sunlight illuminated the bedroom, filling it with its light, banishing away the darkness of the night, and slowly doing the job of waking up its occupants.

Honoka drifted to awareness with twin thoughts: the bed she was laying in was super comfy, and it made for, by far, the best night she’d had since arriving in Mareth; but also, that the left side of her body was cushioned by soft and surprisingly warm pillows. The teen opened her eyes to stare at the bottom of the top bed, or she would have seen it, if there wasn’t a big pillow partially blocking her view. A pillow that had a large and wide… nipple?

Honoka turned her head, only to gaze upon the valley of flesh that made up Marble impressive cleavage. She immediately realized that Marble hadn’t let go of her after they’d both fell asleep, instead, the cowgirl had further cuddled with Honoka during the night, as her tail was firmly wrapped around Honoka’s left leg, her left hand was resting over the teen’s waist, her right arm was lightly grasping the head of pink hair, and her left leg was over the maiden’s left one, resting bellow her groin. And of course, the red-eyed beauty’s head rested between Marble massive breasts.

Honoka briefly tried to disentangle herself, but soon gave up on doing it, as Marble clearly didn’t plan on letting her go any time soon. The pink-haired girl sighed, thinking there was nothing she could do about it, not until Marble woke up. Still, while the whole situation was certainly weird, what with sharing her bed with a naked cowgirl, while she herself was nude too, it wasn’t an experience she would say she hated. Marble was warm, the layer of fat she had made her body quite cushy, and considering she could very well be in this same position, but in a cave, with a Minotaur, whom would rape her as soon as it woke up, Honoka wasn’t going to complain now.

Plus, she had the clear suspicion that sleeping like this in Mareth was no strange occurrence. The more she learned about the land, the more she realized they were much looser where it came to sex and sexuality, than her native Japan was.

Honoka was starting to feel sleepy again, Marble’s soft breathing acting akin to a lullaby, when she felt… water fall on her lips?

Her tongue instinctively moved to lick the water, only for red eyes to fly wide open as she felt the taste. It wasn’t water, it was milk… it was Marble’s milk!

More droplets were oozing out from the pink nub, and falling onto Honoka’s face, as the cowgirl’s fat breasts had started lactating. Was this a normal occurrence, she though? Marble had said that Lacta Bovine produced milk during their entire life, and needed to be milked regularly. Maybe she hadn’t been milked yesterday on account of Honoka’s arrival having thrown the Farm into a bit of a disarray? Honoka wasn’t sure, but she didn’t feel like having milk rained on her, so she started trying to wake up Marble.

“Marble… Marble, wake up. It’s daytime, there’s a lot of work to do in the farm, and Whitney’s waiting for you…” She whispered, going for a gentle approach of waking up the cowgirl, hoping not to make much of a fuss. She had success, as Marble started mumbling in her sleep, as awareness slowly came to be. Encouraged by the results she was getting, Honoka kept whispering to Marble, hoping to wake up the tall cowgirl.

“Uh… Uh… Morning Sweety…” Marble whispered, her voice showing that while she was beginning to wake up, she was still mostly asleep. “My boobs… they feel heavy… too much milk…” She was starting to move around, but her eyes were still closed. “Here Sweety… have a drink…” Her left hand grabbed hold of her dripping boob, while the right one grasped Honoka’s pink head, and drove the lactating nipple towards her mouth.

Honoka realized that Marble, in her half-asleep state was going to make her nurse from her breast! “Wait, Marble! I’m not your Swee…” Honoka couldn’t even finish it, as Marble slipped her milk-oozing nipple into her mouth, and squeezed the breast, making a jet of milk flood Honoka’s mouth!

Honoka’s first thought was that Marble’s milk, when squeezed directly from her breast was so much better than the bottled version she’d tried yesterday. It was tastier, sweeter, more filling, and if left the otherworldly teen craving for more… and so, a seemingly long forgotten natural reaction was suddenly reborn within Honoka’s psyche, as her lips closed around the hard nub, and started suckling from it.

Marble’s breasts proved to be bountiful, as each suckling motion drew a good amount of the delicious liquid, the delicious liquid that Honoka found herself craving so much generously flowed into her mouth, where it was tasted like a delicacy, swallowed into her throat, and found its way to her empty stomach. Honoka’s eyes started growing unfocused, her hands rose to grab onto the voluptuous breast, squeezing and kneading it, all with the purpose of getting ever more of the delicious, and frankly, intoxicating milk into her mouth, trying to satisfy a hunger that Honoka had never thought it might exist. How had she gone from being an 18-year old university student, to becoming a suckling baby that wanted nothing more than to fill her tummy with the amazing beverage.

And while Honoka served herself from Marble’s milk, the cowgirl started letting out small moans and gasps, her body reacting to having a pair of small, but plump and soft lips working on her sensitive nipple. The cowgirl’s snatch was growing moist and slick as Honoka kept servicing her, and the barely-awake Lacta Bovine’s mind commented on how neither of her previous lovers had ever had such soft lips. On instinct, the cowgirl let go of her lactating breast, which by this time was being handled by her lover’s (rather small) hands, and travelled downwards across smooth flesh, looking for a hard shaft to grip, and start servicing in turn.

She couldn’t find one though, only a soft button of sensitive flesh, and a slavering opening that was getting slicker by the moment. Marble’s drowsy mind was confused by a few seconds, but her fingers quickly started touching, probing, teasing and pinching the sensitive bud and the moist opening, and soon enough her Sweety was turning to pudding under her ministrations, her lover’s body trembling and twitching as Marble kept working her finger magic.

Honoka’s mind was caught in a trance. The taste of Marble’s milk was incredible! To the point the teen couldn’t remember having ever tried something as delicious as it, and it created a compulsive… need to drink and keep drinking. The milk was also causing her body to grow warm, and quickly enough, her groin was throbbing with desire, her virgin pussy slickening with her girly juices, and a powerful desire was growing inside her… a desire that went overboard when she felt Marble’s long and strong fingers fall on her drooling twat, and start masturbating it!

With that, the pink-haired fighter started moaning while still suckling on the cowgirl’s breast, her body ravaged by the dual sensations that were causing her to lose all sense of decency. She was at the edge of having sexual relationships with another female, and she couldn’t find within her to care, and to make things worse, Marble wasn’t even fully awake, and instead seemed to still be half dreaming. Could it be considered that she was raping Marble? The cowgirl clearly wasn’t giving consent, as she wasn’t aware of what was happening.

Such considerations were lost when Marble slipped two fingers inside Honoka’s drooling cunt, and started teasing her most sensitive points, drawing a moan from the pink-haired girl, milk flowing from the sides of her mouth.

That moan wasn’t terribly loud, not the kind of moan that could be heard through walls or anything, but it was loud enough to fully awake Marble from her dreamy stupor. The cowgirl began by feeling the pleasant feeling of soft lips around one of her nipples, milking the nub out of its milk, a welcoming sensation as it had been many months since her last lover, and she’d been using the milking machine since then. She next realized her fingers felt soaked, and that they were stuck inside a warm and inviting hole. She then remembered she had been laying down on the same bed as Honoka before falling asleep…

The cowgirl’s hazel eyes flew open, immediately meeting with dazed, unfocused, near-red eyes that belonged to the human girl that had arrived the previous day. Marble pulled herself up, pulling her breast from within Honoka’s mouth, allowing a small amount of milk to drip from it. Curses, she’d forgotten to milk herself the previous day, and now her boobs were filled with the stuff. She saw how Honoka was in a near-trance state, with driblets of milk flowing down her jaw, and her pussy runny and lubricated, a small puddle having formed on the sheets she was laying on, right below her crotch. “Hey Honoka, are you ok?” She snapped her fingers in front of the human girl’s flushed face, trying to get her to focus.

It eventually succeeded, as Honoka’s eyes snapped into awareness, and her temporarily-addled brain started working again. Honoka’s face was filled with confusion, but that confusion was quickly replaced with embarrassment as she realized what had been happening. The otherworldly visitor scurried to her knees, and bowed down, face down on the mattress. “I’m so sorry Marble, what I did was terrible! I should have stopped, because you were still sleeping, but… I just couldn’t!!” Honoka could see, in her mind’s eye, the reproving face of her Grandmother, and the disappointment in her eyes. “I-I took advantage of Marble! That’s unforgiving from my part!!”

Marble was dumbfounded by Honoka’s reaction. 

The cowgirl couldn’t even begin to understand Honoka’s overreaction. She was pretty sure she had started nursing the human girl by pure instinct, and the fact she was bigger and stronger meant Honoka couldn’t have really resisted her too. “Please Marble, is there any way I can make it up to you? Some way to make up for me taking advantage of you?” The entire situation was sort of getting out of control, and Marble was about to say that Honoka didn’t need to do anything, when she had a sudden idea.

On one hand she would kind of be taking advantage of Honoka’s kindness, but on the other hand, they always said “Don’t look a Gift Centaur in the Mouth.”, and Marble really, really wanted the company… Honoka might even get to like it too!

Her mind decided, Marble made an upset face and started talking. “There’s actually a way Honoka, and if you do it, I’ll forgive this incident, for sure.” The human teen looked at a smirking Marble. “All you have to do is to become my milking buddy while you’re here at the farm! That way you’ll learn the joy of being milked!” Marble announced, her voice suddenly filled with excitement.

Honoka was forced to swallow a complaint she was about to let out. She had taken advantage of Marble after all, and this would be her punishment. “So… that means I’ll have to drink the thing you showed me yesterday?” She asked meekly.

“You betcha! One bottle of Lactaid will have you lactating for a few days!” Actually, it would keep it going for as long as Honoka was regularly milked, as stimulation after the original dose would stimulate the milk glands into continuous production. Marble had heard stories about people that spent so long under the effect of Lactaid, that they gained permanent lactation, much like the Lacta Bovine. “Once you get milked, you’ll love it, and you aren’t gonna want anything else.”

Honoka wasn’t enthusiastic about the idea at all, but she had asked for the punishment, so she had to take it. “Ok, I’ll drink the Lactaid as you want me to, Marble.” She said sounding dejected. Marble quickly retrieved a bottle and opened it for the human maiden. It looked rather creamy, and it smelled a bit like milk, which made sense, but still, Honoka hesitated drinking it. “Will there be any side-effects?” She asked, warry of the alchemic products of Mareth.

“I don’t think anything relevant will happen Honoka, maybe your boobs will grow a bit, but you’re already pretty stacked, so it might have no effect at all.” The cowgirl honestly answered.

Honoka sighed, took another look at the bottle, and took it to her mouth, and started drinking the creamy mixture. It tasted a lot like cream, it was tasty as well, and it was mildly thick too. Honoka drank every last drop of it, until nothing was left on the bottle, she then brought the recipient down, and waited for the effects to manifest, while Marble looked impatiently.

“Well, I don’t feel a thing yet.” Honoka said a few second later. A few more seconds passed until she started feeling a tingling sensation on her breasts, a throbbing whose intensity was growing greater as time went by, a sensation that was actually quite nice and pleasurable. And then her nipples suddenly increased in size, growing a bit wider and longer, and becoming hard as rock, as drawing a lewd moan out of Honoka’s mouth.

“That certainly makes sense Honoka, bigger nipples will make milking easier.” Marble said. “Look! Your breasts are growing bigger too!!” She added excitedly. Honoka looked downwards, and she could see how her breasts were getting fuller and heavier! The size increase wasn’t enormous, but Honoka suspected she had just gained almost a cup size. “I wasn’t expecting for that to happen, but maybe that means you just have a… predisposition to having huge boobs. Might be that yeah.” Marble wondered.

“T-they are going back to normal once the effect stops right?” Honoka asked, not appreciating the fact her already huge breasts had grown even greater. She had hoped they’d finally stopped now that she’d hit eighteen years of age, but instead she had had to buy new bras before entering the DOA tournament, as she had gained a few extra centimetres just before the event. Her bust line had measure 99 cm, but now she had jumped over the 100 cm mark, and done it easily.

Marble had the decency of looking sheepish and embarrassed for once, sort of like a child caught with her hand on the cookie jar. “I’m really sorry Honoka, but as far as I know, the physical transformations are permanent. You’ll need something that can reduce the size of your body to make them smaller.” 

Honoka grabbed her nipples on account of sheer surprised curiosity, gasping out as her fingers wrapped themselves around the hard nubs. Not only were they bigger, they seemed to have grown even more sensitive. “Where can I get it?” She asked, hope fluttering inside her heart.

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen it.” Marble answered. “There’s this product called GroPlus, which can be used to increase the size of your breasts, nipples, clit, dick and balls.” The cowgirl explained. “It’s hard to come by, but not super rare. I’ve heard of a paste called Reducto, which has the opposite effect, but I’ve never seen it. If it exists it must be super rare.” Marble then pressed her impressive bust, to Honoka’s new enhanced one. “But you look so good like this Honoka! I bet once you start producing milk, and your teats get heavier, you’ll become even more attractive! Fertility is a big attraction factor here in Mareth after all.”

Honoka didn’t want to be more fertile. She was painfully aware of how everything with a cock was already eager to thrown themselves at her, so they didn’t need more incentive. Hopefully, she’d find this Reducto, and make her breasts smaller again.

Both the human traveller and the cowgirl washed, got dressed and went for breakfast. Honoka had actually been afraid that her metal bikini wouldn’t be able to contain her now bigger boobies, as it previously felt like the metal was stretched to breaking point, but instead she’d found that despite her increased cup size, the bikini somehow managed to contain her funbags… and just enough to leave the chain stretched to the seemingly point of breaking as before. She guessed it was due to magic, and decided to leave it be. She was only wearing the metal bikini, the thong, and the see-through chain mail mini-skirt, choosing to leave her weapons, holster and bracer behind.

Breakfast was an awkward moment, as her bust increase was very noticeable, and while Whitney was polite enough to not bring it up, Phineas and Henry couldn’t stop staring at her enhanced boobs, which left Honoka feeling extremely self-conscious. Her sudden increase in bust line also meant she was being a bit clumsy, as the extra volume that had come out of nowhere wasn’t something the girl was ready to account for whenever she was moving around, which resulted in a couple of spilling accidents, first Honoka bumped her right breast against a mug and caused it to fall, and second when she bumped a bottle of milk and soaked the table. Both incidents had her blushing like a tomato in embarrassment.

“Any ways Honoka, I usually get milked just before lunch, so I’ll come to get you at that time, and then we can be milked together.” The cowgirl excitedly said, and the pink-haired girl noticed that the pig cousins were paying a lot of attention to that particular bit of information, which made her wonder if there wouldn’t be some peeping tom issues, as milking would require for Honoka to bare her breasts. She knew she was already being used as wanking material by the cousins, and she feared the milking would only make it worse.

Honoka reluctantly accepted Marble’s invitation, only for Kelt to suddenly put his upper body through the kitchen’s window and yell at her. “It’s training time Hoe-noka, I’m curious to see how much more you’ll embarrass yourself trying to shoot arrows today! You already did terrible yesterday, but I know better than to expect a stupid female like you to ever improve!” She had completely forgotten about Kelt’s lessons, and hadn’t expected for the centaur to show up. She had been hoping he wouldn’t, as her self-esteem had nearly been broken apart by Kelt’s acidic comments the day before. “What’s this, you made your udders even bigger?! Are you envious of the cows, is that it? Saw them yesterday and though “I really want to have knockers that are bigger than my head.”.” The centaur hatefully remarked, glaring daggers at the teen. Just come with me, or otherwise forget about ever having archery classes with me again!”

Honoka meekly bowed her head to the centaur, and left the kitchen. Marble’s worried expression followed her, but Whitney had a more resigned look to her, a bit of a “told you so” look, as she had warned her about Kelt.

The red-eyed girl followed Kelt back to the orchard where the makeshift target range was located, she grabbed her bow, and started taking the stance that the centaur had drilled on her the previous day… except she had to adjust for the increased size and volume of her breasts, which made her technique clumsier than it should. “Should have thought it about before you got your honkers bigger, Hoe-noka, but then again I guess all you were thinking about was how bigger boobs would have so many more males wanting to throw you down and fuck you right there.” Kelt angrily declared, his words cutting Honoka like a sharp knife. “You females are all the same, horny whores that want nothing more than getting fucked by multiples males at the same time.” That wasn’t true! It wasn’t, and Honoka wanted to tell Kelt that, but she just couldn’t talk back to him, so the human teen swallowed her frustrations and adjusted her stance to compensate for her increased mammaries.

The centaur finally had Honoka shooting arrows, but he grew increasingly angry as Honoka kept missing the target, ordering her to shoot again and again, but without ever telling her how she should aim at the target, or correcting her shooting technique, instead, he threw increasingly vicious insults at the nubile maiden, further tearing into her sense of self-worth and gradually making her feel horrible about herself. “Ok, I’m fucking tired of this, if you want to learn how to shoot like a centaur, then you ought to do it as a centaur does!” Kelt declared angrily, after Honoka had missed the target once again. “So strip Hoe-noka, you’re training naked from now on!”

“W-what…? H-how is i-it that being n-naked will help at a-all?” She actually questioned her teacher, surprising herself that she’d be able to show even that small degree of spine.

“Centaurs don’t wear clothing, as you can see from me, and I can tell you that female centaurs also don’t wear clothing, we go around living our live fully naked, so maybe if you feel more like a centaur, a being superior to you, maybe you’ll get some accuracy!” The centaur explained, in a way that still didn’t make a lot of sense to Honoka. “So, strip immediately you human cow, or forget about ever getting more lessons out of me.” Kelt added.

Honoka didn’t want to strip naked in front of Kelt, as it would be not only embarrassing, but also potentially dangerous, as taking off the Lusty Maiden Armour would take away the protection it gifted her, as well as the protection if gave to her virginity, so if Kelt decided he was going to force himself on her, Honoka could very well lose her chastity. “Didn’t you hear me, strip, you dumb bitch!!” The centaur imperiously ordered, and Honoka found she couldn’t resist him any longer, so her hands moved and soon her chainmail skirt was on the floor, the chain bikini followed, and finally her thong was sliding down her shapely legs, leaving the teen as bare as she’d been when inside Marble’s room, but this time in the company of a much more aggressive companion.

With scarlet cheeks Honoka grabbed the bow and was shooting arrows again in a short time, despite feeling embarrassed to death. Kelt was leering at her, but she couldn’t avoid noticing how his equine cock suddenly seemed harder than before, and luckily for her, she managed to avoid having the centaur noticing how her eyes had been drawn to his package, as Honoka was sure she’d never hear the end of it if he had caught her. He would have no mercy at all.

Eventually he called her attention to behind some big shrubbery, where the virgin outworlder saw the pig cousins trying to hide themselves, as they ogled her naked body, ensuring Honoka that being anywhere close to them would be an exercise in mortification, she had no illusions that Phineas and Henry wouldn’t be jerking off to her naked body, either now or later, and Honoka realized she found that idea less disturbing than having to hear Kelt insulting her on that basis, calling her slut, whore and bitch among other names, and saying how she was obviously seducing the pig cousins, because she was so desperate for trying pig cock, and how that showed she was a wanton slut.

Eventually, Honoka started hitting the target, first only one in every 7/8 shots hit the target, but by the end of the hour she was hitting more than she was missing, which allowed the pinkette to give herself a measure of pride on her progress. Kelt wasn’t as kind. “I knew you eventually would start hitting, you’re horrible at this, but you have a brain, as small and sex-obsessed as it might be, so sooner or later you had to start scoring some hits in that big and fat target… You still shoot more terribly than I’ve ever seen anyone shoot before, I’d advise you to kill yourself, but I doubt you’ll do it, too many cocks you want to fuck in this world.” He casually said. “Oh, and from now on you train naked, as it seems it worked a tiny bit. Next lesson will be by late afternoon, before sunset, don’t be late Hoe-noka.”

Honoka reluctantly nodded her head in agreement, letting the ill-tempered centaur to retreat and leave her alone, at which point she got dressed again, and took a peek at the shrubbery where the pig cousins had been trying to hide. Seeing they weren’t there, Honoka moved to investigate, and a small whiff and a few white droplets hanging on the leaves told her all she needed to know: the two pigs had used Honoka as a source for their wanking fantasies once again…

…

Afterwards she went about helping Whitney and Marble around the farm, though she ended up spending most of her time with Marble, as the cowgirl tried to monopolize Honoka’s attention. Still, a time came when Henry came to two young women carrying a bag of apples, and gifted a rather large one to Honoka, saying he has responsible for taking care of the apple trees, and as a result, the large apple was the result of his hard work. Honoka ended up eating the apple, which was sweet, juicy and delicious, and she went as far as complimenting Henry Hog for his work, which seemed to greatly please the pig-morph. Marble giggled as Henry left, but when the human maiden inquired on the reasons why, Marble said she would tell her later.

And sometime later, as Honoka was helping Marble to chop wood, Phineas came around with a basket full with tomatoes, and clumsily asked if she wouldn’t mind trying the quality of the tomatoes he grew. The red-eyed girl felt a bit cornered, so she couldn’t refuse him, and ended up trying the tomato, which was fat and juicy, and tasted quite nicely, which she told Phineas, drawing a satisfied smile out of the pig, and more giggling out of Marble. Honoka asked Marble to explain herself, and the cowgirl ended up accepting to do it.

“You see Honoka, this is Henry and Phineas’ way of courting you!” She said to a dumbfounded girl. “They are showing off their farming abilities, hoping that will make them more attractive to you as potential mates. And believe me, they always get taken by whatever female visits, and they tried to court me in the past too.” Marble added almost like an afterthought. “But you girlfriend, you’re something else, as they’re completely enchanted by you in a way I have never seen before! Makes me wonder if you have that effect in just pig-morphs, or if that’s a general effect you have on males, because if it is, if you ever happen to visit Tel’Adre, then you’ll have every male and herm there eating from your hand!”

From then on, Honoka felt extremely self-conscious whenever one of the pig cousins came to offer her food, which was a source of a lot of fun to Marble. But aside from these awkward moments, the morning went without a hitch, with both girls doing farm work until the moment Marble announced it was “milking time!”, and dragged Honoka to the barn where the milking stalls were assembled. Inside Honoka saw several stalls, the majority clearly meant for cows, but some seemed to have been fit for people, and indeed, one had a plague with MARBLE inscribed onto it, while there was another that said IZY. “That one is Isabella’s, she’s a cowgirl that lives on the Plains, but she likes coming here to get milked, and she does it frequently enough she has her own private stall, much like mine.” As Marble said that, she grabbed Honoka’s breasts from behind, and started massaging the heavy orbs. “Nice, they have some pretty good milk stored here, you can feel its weight.” She said as she very gently molested Honoka’s tits. “And your nipples are nicely engorged too!” The cowgirl added as she carefully squeezed the pink nubs. “Let’s see if you’re right on the point…” Marble’s large fingers started a tortuously pleasurable teasing of the human girl’s nipples, as she squeezed, kneaded, and massaged the perky ducts, quickly drawing moans of pleasure from deep within Honoka’s core, and soon enough the human maiden could feel liquid sloshing inside her bountiful breasts, and it only required some expert hand teasing for Honoka to let out a long moan, as milk started oozing out from her nipples!

“Now that’s the good stuff Honoka, let me have a taste.” Marble said as she turned the turned-on human teen around, and lowered her lips to the otherworldly maiden’s left nipple, and suckled from it, an action that sent a pleasant shiver down Honoka’s spine. “Feels good doesn’t it, and you seem to have very sensitive nipples to boot… I think milking will be an orgasmic experience for you, girlfriend.” Marble let go of her breasts, and Honoka couldn’t help but think she wouldn’t mind if Marble had kept doing what she was doing.

Marble showed her to the stall where she was going to be milked, which contained an harness which should help keeping her in place, but in Honoka’s case, because of her small size, it would actually suspend her from the floor as she was being milked, as it had been designed for someone bigger, around the 6-foot mark, so much bigger than the 4’11’’ human girl. Honoka took off her metal bikini, but she kept the chain-miniskirt and her thong as she got into the harness. Once she was locked into place, Marble gave her the suction tubes that would milk her breasts. “Let me set them up for you.” Marble said as she pressed one of the tubes against Honoka’s hard and excited right nipple, forcing it inside the small entrance, which sealed itself in a vacuum once it was safely locked around Honoka’s nipple. The left followed up, and then Marble got into her own stall, efficiently locking the pumps around her long nipples. “I’m going to turn it on now Honoka, it might feel weird at first, but once you start squirting it will get much better.” She said before turning on the machine.

The machine started by sucking all the air out of the pumps, which had the effect of pulling and stretching Honoka’s nipples, making them twice as long as they had become, which felt a bit painful at the time. The suction soon gained a rhythm, the machine sucking out the air first, and then letting it rest for a few seconds, and soon enough if was feeling as if Honoka’s breasts were being vigorously massaged, and she could feel her milk glands being stimulated by the machine. The fact she was suspended on the harness also worked towards giving her a sense of helplessness, as if she were tied to the machine, forced to be a milk cow, and her overabundant imagination was feeding on that feeling, so that soon, she was letting out small gasps and moans as her tits grew ever more sensitive. “Marble, you were right, i-it’s starting to feel nice!” She said to the cowgirl, herself starting to moan as her large breasts were worked over by the machine.

“I knew you’d like it Honoka, your tits were just begging to be milked.” The cowgirl said, just before her nipples started squirting out milk into the pumps, driving her into letting out loud moans of her own. “Aahhh… M-milking feels s-so good!!!” Marble moaned.

Honoka’s machine started speeding up, pumping and suckling harder, turning the suspended human virgin into a quivering wreck, her thong growing moist with her pussy juices as waves of pleasure threatened to wreck her body, her breasts feeling heavier and heavier with milk, before finally her nipples let out a jet of milk into the suction cups, accompanied by a loud moan that echoed inside the otherwise empty barn! The feeling of getting milked was absurdly good, introducing Honoka to a another pleasure experience she had never suspected it might exist (getting off out of anal sex had been the first one), and every small squirt of milk drove her closer towards the magnificent orgasmic explosion she so desired, as a trail of drool oozed down her trembling jaw. 

Finally a particularly powerful suction drew a big jet of milk from Honoka’s boobs, and also broke the floodgates that were holding back her orgasm, releasing a torrent of joy that wreaked havoc over the human girl’s body and mind, making her release a shrieking moan as her pussy exploded into the leather covering it. Marble showed a proud smile as she heard her friend moaning out, happy in the knowledge she had provided Honoka with an incredible new experience, and hoping that the pink-haired human would like a repeat. She still had, after all, a few bottles of lactaid, and repeated milking would only serve to increase Honoka’s milk production.

Soon enough Honoka found herself entrapped into a series of multiple orgasms, as the milking machine cared not for her explosive orgasms, and instead kept pumping mother milk out of her tits, continuously driving her to orgasm again and again, heedless of how it was reducing her to a state of orgasmic stupidity… and she was loving it, delighting over every orgasm forced on her, not caring one bit that her orgasms were caused by a machine.

It was the most mind-blowing hour Honoka had ever experienced in her life. Her restrained body was hit by one orgasm after the other, all the while her breasts were constantly milked out of their bounty, becoming ever more sensitive than they were before.

Eventually, the machine stopped, finally allowing a sweat-dripping Honoka to rest for a bit, still hanging from the milking harness, her thong soaked and dripping pussy juice, only semi-conscious from the mind-shattering orgasmic experience. She could feel that her nipples were sore from the milking, yet she found she didn’t particularly cared, as she basked in the afterglow of her multiple orgasms. Eventually though, she felt the suctions cups being pulled from her, now extremely sensitive, breasts, and warm hands began carefully massaging her tits and sore nipples. “First time is always a bit uncomfortable, and if you don’t take care of your nipples Honoka, they might actually bruise, which is really nasty.” Marble said as she made sure the human teen’s mounds were getting some post-milking tender loving care. Her own breasts didn’t require such attention, as they had long gotten used to the machine.

Honoka felt only half awake as Marble’s large, yet gentle, hands kneed and massaged her tits. Milking had been a tremendously intensive experience. “Uhh… I’m hungry Marble, can we have lunch next?” She groggily asked, her words making her realize how incredibly hungry she was feeling after being milked for close to an hour. Her tummy was rumbling, and right now, she wouldn’t mind if the pig cousins showed up with baskets loaded with fruit and vegetables. They could ask her to do a sexy dance, and she’d do it, despite feeding into their wanking fantasies. She was feeling that hungry…!

“Sure Honoka, you might wanna go with your breasts bare for now, as your nipples should be feeling really sore, and having something covering them could feel really uncomfortable.” Marble advised, knowing fully well that her friend wouldn’t like it, but she felt that would be the best solution at hand.

“Uhh, and give them a show? No chance of that.” Honoka half-mumbled, her body still feeling sleepy and tired. “Kelt already forced me to strip for his lessons, so I’m not giving the perv any more chances.” She didn’t want to tell Marble about her current arrangement with Kelt, but it just came out. “As for Henry and Phineas, if I go around topless, I’m afraid they’ll start jerking off compulsively… they’re already doing it after all… the pigs.” She added with a chuckle, laughing at her own dumb joke. Still, she wasn’t going to give them a show, so she grabbed her metal bikini, and put it back on, and despite her engorged nipples, she wasn’t feeling terribly uncomfortable wearing it, unlike what Marble had been fearing, but she still needed the cowgirl’s support to get back to the farm house, where Honoka stuffed her stomach, much to Henry and Phineas’ delight, as they kept pointing out what they had planted and grown, until finally Whitney put an end to it, demanding some calm and quiet for lunch.

By the end of the meal, Honoka was feeling more cheerful than she had since arriving in Mareth, and didn’t even particularly minded when Marble tried to talk her into drinking more lactaid, claiming that would help increase her milk production, which could come in handy when she was travelling through Mareth, as that way she’d always have a source of nourishment at hand. Honoka had to grudgingly agree to that point, though she found the image of herself milking her tits into a bottle to be overly ridiculous, but then again it was Mareth, so anything could happen.

Her cheery mood came to a crushing halt as she walked by a visibly pissed off Kelt, who remembered her she had an archery lesson scheduled for later in the afternoon, but which could always be moved to another day if she wanted to be milked like a cow instead. Kelt’s words left like they could cut through steel, and Honoka was left with a terrible feeling for the latter part of the day.

…

The latest reports weren’t encouraging at all. Honkers still managed to evade his soldiers, and Zetaz was starting to get nervous. He had yet to receive a message from the Stronghold, but he could only guess that Lethice’s new toy would only keep her distracted for so long, even if she felt like going all the way, and turn said toy into a demon, as he had heard she intended to do. It would buy him a few extra days, but he still had no clue about Honkers whereabouts.

The Imp Lord was fairly certain she was no longer on the Mountains, as he had Tim sniffle all around it, as well as around the Forest’s border. The only course left was for him to get into the Forest and try to find her there. He grabbed the ripped remains of the miniscule clothing the Slut had been wearing when she had come to Mareth, and had Tim sniff it again. He would go through the outer limits of the Forest first, and later on, if necessary, he’d move into the Deepwoods. If that didn’t pay off, he’d order his soldiers to go into the Wasteland, and from then he’d try his best to block access to the Desert, while sending patrols to try to find the damned honking “Saviour”.

All this was doing really, was making Zetaz even more determined to capture the stupid Bitch, and then rape her pussy until he had impregnated her with Imps! With some luck she’d still be a virgin, and that way he would be able to steal her virginity, AND give Honkers her first pregnancy! That put a smile on the partially burned Imp Lord’s face.

He was going to get her, one way or another!

Now this took a while, despite the first part coming out quite easily. A bothersome  cold didn't help for sure, but I still managed to finish it before New Year came around, so I'll count it as a victory. Honoka's stay at the Farm is certainly getting more interesting, and there are options to be had here: Maybe Kelt forces himself on Honoka; perhaps the pig cousins get lucky with the human girl; or maybe something happens between Honoka and Marble?!

Decisions, decisions…

Have a Happy New Year everyone!