Ch.54

[Fredas, 3rd Hearthfire: Tales and Tallows, 4E: 221]

“Brennie! Brennie, wait!” Twilight panted as she caught up to the still hurriedly strutting Brennie, who was able to move in the high-heeled stripper boots of her slutty cowgirl costume with an ease that would’ve made anyone with modesty blush if she wasn’t nearly sprinting away.

“Whuh? Oh, shit! Sorry.” Slowing down, Brennie held onto Twilight while she caught her breath. “I didn’t mean to do that, but I felt uncomfortable when the makeout session started.”

“I get that.” Twilight panted to get air before she glared at Brennie. “But you ran off without registering! You promised!” Twilight said with hurt in her tone. “You said you’d indulge me and be my cow for today at the competition.”

“I can’t bear it now, not with how Eris changed the scenario. Most women getting huge milk tanks are part of my wife’s insidious plot to spread into other worlds and it gets to me.” Brennie reasoned with her Alicorn mate.

“Well...okay. Fine. I get it.” Twilight pouted, not childishly, but clearly hurt. “We can just role play in the future or something, if it doesn’t upset you like this wife, Wiatr, right?” A nod. “Wiatr manipulates people through their bodies. I’ll...I’ll even give up on it for your comfort.”

“Thanks. My siblings and I are...still distrustful of her even after tens of thousands of years of marriage. We know she doesn’t mean it, but we feel as if she lets it go to her head too much. Hence our disdain for Gods, even with us having become such.” That would explain a lot as to why Brennie hates Gods, but does that also mean she doesn’t trust her wife’s Empire?

“I can understand and accept that, but would it upset you if I went and got kissed to have giant milky breasts? I got pierced back there too. If you don’t want to be my cow, would it upset you if I became yours? Or would that be too along the lines of ‘being manipulated by my body’ when it’s a choice I actively make?” Twilight asked with hope in her voice.

“Twi, I messed up and I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel alone, so we can both experience it together. Let’s enjoy our time before heading back home to indulge ourselves, yeah?” Brennie smiled with a blush.

“T-together? You mean get milked in public, t-together?” Twilight blushed hotly as she wrung her hands together. The promise was that Twilight would milk Brennie at the competition and here Brennie was turning it on it’s head?

“That or you could milk me or the other way-wow!” Brennie found herself being carried bridal-style by Twilight, who ran back towards the competition. “Well, a promise is a promise.”

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“Happy now?” Eris huffed playfully as she rubbed her pregnant belly that was packed full of eggs to the point of seeming at term with twin human infants and it was only the initial part of the pregnancy. “I’ve got several dozen little hopes for the future swirling in your banked semen to ensure it.” Unlike Hermais, Eris made herself sterile going into this situation.

“Yes~.” Akatosh shivered, looking ready to mount her again. “I want to fuck those two in person though~. This is so enjoyable. As for these new dragons...what should I call them?”

“Dragonborn?” Eris joked, because that was essentially what this new breed of argonians, blessed by both the Hist and Akatosh, would become. “Either way, didn’t you already bless Neethsi to the point of making her a new breed of dragon?”

“Yes, but that’s putting all of my eggs in one metaphorical basket. Unlike those two, she doesn’t have the urge to breed so intensely woven into her very being. Meen-Rei and Shade are true breeders by instinct and body. No other argonian in this whole world has the desire to have eggs as much as those two.” Akatosh nuzzled Eris’s belly. “So thank you for your assistance with this.”

“Aka~?! Are you out fucking wenches again?!” Called the amused voice of Mara, who while Akatosh’s wife, didn’t begrudge his dalliances because he was too much for her to handle on her own.

“No actually! I don’t consider them wenches.” Akatosh chuckled the last bit quietly at Eris before he flew off into the fog of Aetherius.

“What are, oh~! Is that, you’re making a new one~?” Mara’s voice cooed from the fog.

“Yes, now let me mount you my dear.” Eris rolled her eyes as she laid back against the imaginary grassy hill Aetherius conjured for her and the punk-goth Goddess of Chaotic Time rubbed her sexy fishnet-covered belly as she relaxed.

“N-now?! It hasn’t even been an hour!” Mara protested and Eris smirked.

“Dibella is off playing with Sanguine and I’ve imposed enough on our guests as it stands. Besides, when was the last time we had children with one another? I am as equally disappointed in Alduin as you are, I want us to try again.” Akatosh said to his wife longingly.

“Oh...Aka…” Mara crooned, clearly having the right buttons pressed. Soon Eris was resting to the sounds of passionate marital sex.

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“I hope you all appreciate what we went through.” Shade deadpanned while Neethsi healed Shade and I’s bruised faces. She was addressing the Dibella priestesses who were running the kissing booth, which it turns out was the Cloister’s means of raising funds during public events.

“Of course, which is why you’re each taking a fifth of the profits you raked in. This has been the most successful fundraiser we’ve ever had!” Cheered one of the many priestesses of the Cloister, who I never got to know the name of. The unnaturally pretty ladies cheered and dropped two sacks of Septims at our feet before the women fled with their freely-gained gold.

“I almost feel like we got robbed by Team Rocket.” I snorted and shook my head after Neethsi finished healing me and moved on to Shade. “I think we’ve kissed all of your friends, Rarity.”

“Indeed! I wasn’t all too surprised that Rainbow and Fluttershy came up for a kiss, but I’m a bit surprised Pinkie and Applejack did. Then again, Pinkie has warmed up to you for how you’ve helped her cousin and Applejack has always quietly envied her little sister’s bust.” Rarity said as she nibbled on a sweetroll. Those things are popular across the continent. It’s essentially brioche bread with a sweet sugary glaze, what’s not to love about it?

“What about Twilight? She was quite eager to hog Rei to herself for a good bit.” Neethsi commented with an amused gleam to her eyes.

“Well, she doesn’t bother to hide it so I supposed it’s fine to say. Twilight has an intense lactation fetish. Usually it’s curbed by curiosity when the person involved has unique fluids to give, but that’s the real reason why Twilight’s lab has a massive, lewd milking machine.” Rarity informed us with a faint blush and a naughty smirk. “So before you ask: yes. That is where my own appreciation for lactation comes from.”

“I can dig it. So, there’s still time before the competition, I’m assuming you volunteered us all as cows?” Shade asked our unicorn lover, who nodded in confirmation. “Then let’s go have fun! We’ve been kissing so many people that it’s gotten boring.” Shade joked as she and I stood up and stumbled into Neethsi, who caught us both with an arm each. “Whoops…”

“Yeah...kinda weak right now. We’ve been infusing so many people that we could really use some food.” I tiredly said as I cupped one of Neethsi’s breasts for emphasis. “Could we please find someplace private so that Shade and I can feed?”

“Of course, let’s get you two fed.” Neethsi picked me up while Rarity levitated Shade.

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“So, there’s not much alcohol going around this time.” Brennie observed as she and Twilight toured the festival games while eating treats and drinking non-alcoholic cider.

“It’s too close together with Harvest’s End. Good booze takes time and the stores built up through the summer are tapped afterwards for at least a month.” Twilight informed her mate as they sat down. “Thank you again, Brennie. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to take my lover, hopefully a hyper-stacked lady with milk to nourish a town, to milk her out in public and show everyone how lucky I am.”

“I wonder how people are gonna react to a General having fun?” Brennie questioned with a snark.

“Likely the way they do when they see the guard captains enjoying themselves. This isn’t the Empire where the higher your rank, the more you lord over others. You’re a member of the community, at best they’ll have fun seeing that you’re having fun.” Twilight said before finishing her sweet roll. Brennie had to admit, while not actual cake, these sweet rolls kicked ass.

“Even if it’s considered illegal?” Brennie asked and Twilight did a spit-take.

“How in Oblivion is it illegal for you to have fun?! What sort of tyranny did you inherit from your parents?!” Twilight gaped at her in shock and Brennie figured she could assume that was the case, considering a king is often the child of the previous king or at least related.

“Twilight, I was joking. Of course I’m allowed to have fun, my people want me to be as happy as they are in life. Also no, I wasn’t born into royalty, for I’ve earned it. Much like Bloodraven himself.” Brennie clarified with what she felt was a local example of how she came into power.

“Through overwhelming diplomatic support and the conquest of his enemies?” Twilight asked for confirmation before she finished her sweet roll and chugged the last of her cider.

“Hm, more or less. The point is I’ve proven my worth and earned the trust and respect of my people. In turn, for securing their freedom and rights, not only have they prospered and thrived, but they did so to show me the future that I’ve helped to ensure.” It wasn’t an easy feat, but Brennie wasn’t alone in those times.

“Hm. Well, that gives me something to look forward to when all of this is done.” Twilight smiled softly yet sadly and Brennie uncomfortably looked away. “You’re not dragging me away, Brennie. You’re helping me move on. I love it here, I do, but at the same time Lilmoth is strangling me. The same goes for my friends. Our responsibilities keep piling on, everyone expects us to just get things done as pillars of the community. Rarity has it the best out of us.”

“Yeah, I’m sure, considering she’s a seamstress and the rest of you have more traditional roles befitting community leaders.” Brennie couldn’t deny that Rarity was amazing in her own right, but what streetwalker in a big city like Lilmoth would go to the tailor about their troubles?

“I’m going to miss her. There is no way she won’t stay with them.” Twilight sniffled and Brennie pulled her into a side-hug.

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After suckling magic milk from Neethsi and Rarity for a bit, Shade and I were back to normal and able to enjoy the next couple of hours. Darts, pumpkin catapults, barrel rolling. All good fun. There was even a local rendition of Red Rover that we weren’t allowed in due to our...assets. Something about us being too heavy for our size. Bullshit, but fair I guess.

“Oh! It’s time~!” Rarity chirped and us argonians in the group all got wiggly-tailed as we followed our excited unicorn fiance back towards the town square. How is it that locals here just know what time it is? Is it a passive spell? Something innate? Is it primary education parents teach their children here?

“Welcome to the Tails and Tallows milkmare milking competition~!” Milky Way cheered to the excited crowd of onlookers who were staying behind a fairly large cordoned off area that took up maybe a third of the city’s market square. How many ladies volunteered to be cows after our kissing spree?

“Hey girls.” I heard Brennie’s voice as we saw her making their way over to us. She was in that draco-wolf form, which was a real eye-catcher for the crowd since they looked at her in awe. It was like Neethsi and a particularly handsome diamond dog had a baby together. The result was good!

“Oh, Brennie, I’m surprised to see you here!” I said as I went to the spot with my name on it and ended up standing with Brennie on my right and Rarity on my left. Shade was on Rarity’s left and Neethsi was to Brennie’s right.

“I promised Twilight that I’d be her cow.” Brennie said meekly, which pulled at my heart’s strings.

“Alright ladies! We all know you’re packing real girls behind magic and those skimpy tops! Let them out!” Milky shouted cheerfully and I tugged my corset’s loose cups down before I groaned and let my tits expand until they were big enough to lean against, then big enough that I couldn’t see over them aside from through my cleavage. I felt either side of my tits be squished against Rarity’s and Brennie’s respective boobs and I moaned as the sensitivity quickly got to me.

“Yes. All the yes~.” Rarity was already panting, her panties soaked with her feminine lubricant.

“Oh my gosh, sis. I knew you were a pervert too, but this is epic.” Sweetie Belle commented from behind us and I managed to turn my head enough to see a crowd behind us too, but nowhere near as large as the crowd in the direction the line of hyper-tiddies was facing.

“Alright ladies! All you have to do is sit or lean in this case, right where you are and let your milkers show you a good time! Will our milkers please go to their assigned milkmare?” Milky announced and I looked past Rarity to find Shade was already wiggling her tail and groping the back of her boobs. Neethsi on the other side of Brennie was in a similar state.

Brennie herself was less aroused than us, but was clearly eager if her wagging tail wasn’t lying. She still looked nervous about the whole thing, so I reached out and grabbed her hand. I felt her grasp me tightly, but not so tight that it hurt. “Thanks.” She whispered to me.

“Just enjoy it. Trust me. You saw me last time. These guys know how to make a cow cream.” I joked and Brennie rolled her eyes. “Hey, I’m sure Twilight will make it really good for you.”

“That’s not what I’m-.” Cheers drowned her out and she winced.

“Okay! You all know the rules! First to fill ten barrels wins! Ladies, gird your loins because they’re about to drown your panties! Milkers, have at em!” A cowbell was hammered and I moaned when my milker grabbed my massive soda-can nips without hesitation and stroked them to express my sap into waiting buckets.

“Ah! Those hands~! Work me Velvet! Ah! Yes!” Rarity gasped and panted along with the rest of us, but much more vocal.

“Gah, hmph~!” I groaned as the first barrel started to fill up. My sap may be thicker than milk, but I produce so much and with my nips this enormous, there was no issue in comparing the flow with a thinner fluid.

“Ah~!” Brennie moaned loudly as she was being milked. The fact it was Twilight must’ve been a big help to her being able to look past the social awkwardness of the situation and enjoy it.

“I didn’t take you for a moaner, Brennie!” Neethsi commented breathlessly as she groped and kneaded what she could reach of her tits. “By Dibella, whoever you are, you have amazing hands!” Neethsi praised with her finned tail whacking the street.

“Eenope!” I heard from the left and saw Big Mac grasp Shade’s tail, which had been about to worm under her panties to yiff. He wagged a disapproving finger from his free hand and Shade whined pitifully as she humped her tits desperately. Holy shit, her milker is really good at-oh~!

“Ahn~! Yesh~!” I wailed when I came from my milker, whoever they were, shoving their fingers into my nipples. They then masturbated them like pussies for a second before they then aimed the resulting deluge of sap into the barrel. I caught my breath as I heard the clacking of wood.

“Oh! It looks like Reenios is in the lead! Who’d have thought you could milk sap as fast as, well, milk?!” Milky commented and I blinked out of my pleasure fugue. Reenios?! My training buddy?! I’m being milked by-oh~!

“Yes! Milk me Reeny! Yank and finger my big fat tits!” I shouted over my breasts. I didn’t know he had naughty thoughts or feelings about me, but then again I keep selling myself short. Hot fuck he knew how to use his hands! Then again he’s used to moving them a lot.

“Aw, no fair! You got Reeny?!” Shade whined over at me while Velvet made Rarity cream herself and she screamed into her left breast to muffle her orgasm.

“Oh! It looks like Coral is catching up to Reenios!” Milky announced and I shuddered through an orgasm as I looked past Neethsi to see Applebloom at the end where she was obviously getting milked by her coltfriend. She was wailing and crying in pleasure like the rest of us, but she was clearly getting much more out of all of this than us.

“Oh~!” Brennie was still moaning while some in the crowd cheered her on. Aw~, she has support.

“Oh! Princess Twilight has caused a sudden surge in her partner’s output! No signs of magic folks, it seems the Princess really knows her way around a cow!” Milky declared before I came again. “Wow! Twilight just hammered shut her first barrel and is now double-milking each of Brennie’s tits into a barrel each! She’s catching up to the leaders while everyone else finishes up their first barrels!”

“Uhn~! Faster! Don’t l-lose~!” I managed to choke past my saliva as I was reduced to a drooling and cumming mess connected to two giant SUV-sized tits, the other cows around me turned into similarly brainless and bellowing beasts of lust.

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“I don’t know. This seems pretty daedric to me.” Dibella hummed consideringly.

“Naw, I didn’t have to do anything. This is all them.” Sam Guevienne chuckled.

“Well, if you’re not claiming it, then it must be true.” Dibella chuckled and patted his arm.

“Damn straight, I wish I’d thought of this. Something to consider for one of my fetish-focused pleasure rooms. Now then my sweet, let’s find more ale in this dry place!”

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