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Kingdom Come Chapter 2

Bull Milking

Warden Burrows looked out at the horizon as dust drifted deafly out in the distance. He was expecting a special delivery today. Something special he hadn't seen since he was a young adventure roaming around ruins and catacombs. He stroked the bushy end of his braided rust red beard. The dwarf smiled as he made out the covered wagon making its way to his facility. The winding road gave the warden ample time to prepare his new guest's accommodations. When the wagon finally arrived at the gate, the doors swung open without making a sound and closed on their own after the horse and cart entered.

The dwarf was waiting on a bench next to a dirt path that lead to a large stable. An armored knight leapt from the rear gate of the wagon. He took his helmet off revealing a young face harden by trials and trauma. "Aye, I am Sir Jacobs. Are you the warden?"

"Yes, sir knight, I be warden Burrows. Welcome to the Farm. Are you the brave adventurer that caught our new guest here?"

"Yes, warden. My party found the beast roaming the ruins near the southern border. It gored Sir Reginald who's not doing so great. We managed to beat and shackle the creature while Reginald held onto it's head, blocking its vision."

"Thank you for delivering the beast. It can provide the kingdom's alchemist a key ingredient for an enchanted draft which can heal wounds and enhance strength. We must not waste time if we are to ensure Sir Reginald's recovery. I'll take the beast from here, once I get the sample take it back to the castle and have royal alchemist create Burrow's potion of strength."

"Yes warden, I'll have the men unload it now. Get that bastard out now." Sir Jacobs waved his iron covered hand to the driver and his assistant. The three pulled a large slab out the back of the wagon and dropped it on the ground. Tied to it was a massive beast, it's arms and legs shackled to holds cut out near the corners of the slab. His chest tied down by a leather harness with great iron rings that had chains wrapped around the middle of the slab. They lifted it up right for the warden to inspect.

There bound against the great slab, a beast that stood ten feet tall and almost just as wide. Hooves gleamed like polished onyx formed into great calves. Stacked on the meaty legs were thighs as thick as tree trunks that connected into a groin and waist shrouded in a dusty loincloth. Abs bulged on a large gut covered with a thin but coarse coat of mahogany fur. Beneath the taught skin, muscular pecks stood like great mounds casing a shadow onto his belly. Nubs of pale flesh poked just out from beneath the fur becoming the beast's nipples. Great ivory white horns poked out from a burlap sac covering a long face.

"It's been years since I've seen a minotaur. This will give us what we need. Come back in a few hours and I shall have the ingredient ready."

"You have my and Sir Reginald's thanks. I will take me about three hours to inform the alchemist and return," said the knight. He climbed back onto the wagon and pushed off back to the kingdom proper. Warden Burrows began to work on securing the enormous minotaur on to a nearby work cart and moved him into his work shop. As he slid the slab onto his work table, the minotaur tested his bindings. His veins began to bulge as he pulled as hard as he could, but the metal didn't even make a sound.

"Yer not gonna be breaking out of those. Now just be still, I'm in a rush because of what you did to Sir Reginald. Open up!" Burrows grabbed the bull by one of his horns and with surprising strength pulled his head back and stuff his other hand over the bull's mouth. He pushed a soaking wet cloth against the beast's teeth and met with a snapping action. The warden's skin was as hard as stone, not even showing any wrinkles as he kept pushing the cloth in and squeezed the rag. Mint and bitterness ran across the bull's tongue before suddenly he blacked out.

The dwarf pulled out a vial from his overall pocket and popped the cork off with his teeth. "The dairy farms are going to hate me for this, but this is an emergency..." he grumbled to himself as he poured the contents into the bull's open mouth. "Aye now the hard part," The warden began to unlock the minotaur's bindings and move him slowly over to a leather covered saw horse. He secured the monster's hands and feet to anchor rings set into the stone floor of his work shop. After balancing the bull onto the padded board, he strapped a belt to help secure him into being down on all fours over the dwarf's raised platform. The warden leaned down and waited below the bull for the vial's effects to manifest.

The warden pulled off the minotaur's loincloth revealing a man like set of genitals. He cupped the large orbs and let them swing between the bull's spread legs. He wrapped his meaty fingers around the hood of the bull's maleness and kneaded it a bit. The ingredient he needs is the minotaur's seed to create the healing potion. "This was supposed to be for all the milk cows at the kingdom's dairy farm, but I suppose they can wait another week. This is meant to increase metabolic functions in milking cows, so I wonder what's going to happen with a minotaur."

The warden watched as the potion began to settle. The minotaur's body shuddered as if a shiver ran all the way along his flesh. The minotaur's hefty sac started to swell and then the taught flesh began to creep over his thick cock. The tip disappeared into his foreskin before sinking into the massive sac that now encompassed the bull's crotch. Four nubs started to press out before drooping towards the ground. The nubs gradually thickened until a split pushed out and what looked like four tiny uncut cocks pushed away from the black udder like sac. Burrows stood back in amazement at the changes to the minotaur's body. His chest also started to swell, but not as fast as his sac.

Each nub on his pecks grew as well. His nipples began to leak a bit of milk as the areola spread across his drooping tits. The warden wasted no time as he attached special suction cups to his leaking appendages. Each tube had a rubber ring seal against the bull's flesh. The sensitive nubs were sucked in by the ends where a thinner rubber tube pressed into the leaking tips. All the ends of the suction apparatus fed into a central metal box of the dwarf's design. He flipped a silver switch and the box began to hum. Each hose began to pulse and pull in alternating patterns against the bull's new udder and leaking tits. The unconscious beast let out a low groan as his body was stimulated.

The warden placed a large jar into a slot on the side of his suction box. He watched as a few drops of cream colored liquid dripped down the inside of the jar. "We're gonna need a lot to stimulate you more if we are to fill this by the time the knights get back," the warden said as he went to find a container on his work bench. The dwarf popped off the lid and scooped a handful of grease and slathered it on the bull's rear end. He used his other hand to roll the mound of bull ass around, exposing his huge pucker. Burrows began to press a meaty finger into the bull's ring, working small circles as it began to give and sink in. He continued to spread his click lube as it became slicker as the body heat of the bull's insides melted the grease. Soon one finger became two, then three.

The dwarf's hand began to easily spread open the bull's loose ring. His furry hand began to press past the bull's stretched anus. The ring started popping gently against his fist and wrist as he continued to work his hand deeper into the bull, his fingers feeling for his target. The bull's leg jerked a bit as the dwarf pressed against a gentle protrusion against the walls of the minotaur's tight passage. He pressed his fingers against the bull's prostate and began to work and squeeze the pleasure button over and over. He looked over at the jar and watched as a steady stream of milk began to collect. He continued to mash and rub that organ, feeling the bull's passage convulse and squeeze back at his manipulation.

About a half an hour had past as the warden milked the minotaur for every drop he could before exhaustion started to ware on him. He pulled his arm out with a wet plop and looked at the jar. It was almost full; he just needed a bit more. An idea struck him as he thought about taking advantage of the potions enhancing features. Perhaps he could use this opportunity to mix his alchemical research and reduce the time on homunculus incubation. He grinned as he pulled down his trousers and cupped his hardening member. "For research..."

Burrows stroked his thickening cock. Tattooed runes began to glow as his enchanted tool grew larger. Easily over a foot long and as thick as his arm, the warden ran his greased pole between the fleshy mounds of the bull's ass. Pressing the tip down a bit, he easily sank his entire length into the greased bull's ass. The dwarf let out a soft moan, feeling his massive meat press against the beast's hot insides. He pulled his hips back slowly and then pushed forward with a slap as his sac hit the minotaur's udder.

The dwarf placed his hands on the bull's hips as he worked into a steady rhythm. His hips thrust and smacked against the bull's ass as he felt a heat build in his cock. Two symbols on his sac flared brightly and a glowing orb began to travel up the warden's cock. He started to thrust harder as he felt the pressure build, creeping slowly into his tip. His glands felt like they were on fire as he felt the homunculus embryo begin to push out. The mass began to push deeper into the bull's depths as the warden let out an echoing moan. His cock continued to throb as he emptied his built-up orgasm after the embryo.

After a long moment, the dwarf's cock shrank down to normal size. He slipped out of the bull and wiped himself down with a clean rag. He checked the box again and smiled to see the jar was full. The dwarf was ahead of schedule and had time to move the minotaur into his quarters in the stables. Getting the beast settled in was easy enough as he was still unconscious. He reached the gate in time to see Sir Jacobs hop off his horse. Burrows handed the knight a bag with the jar of bull's milk.

"Please hurry and take this to the potion brewer. It shouldn't take long to make once they get this," said the dwarf.

"Sir Reginald owes you his life, warden. We cannot thank you enough!" Jacobs shouted as he hopped back onto his horse. Burrows waved goodbye as the knight took off back to the castle. Now that he no longer had to worry about Reginald, he was eager to monitor the minotaur's status. He strode back to the stables, passing door by door till he came across the bull's stall and crept in. Burrows was shocked to see the affects of the potion working this rapidly. The bull's belly had swelled as if he had a watermelon stuffed in there when he wasn't looking.

The minotaur started to wake up. Letting out a soft groan, the bull shook his head and tried to move. His arms were bound above his head and his legs spread as he sat on the ground. The bull let out a distressed moo as he felt his belly quiver and his udders and nipples erupted with a few streaks of milk. Burrows knelt between the bull's legs and used his hands so spread the creature's cheeks. Some clear, slick liquid poured out as the bull's insides shifted.

The warden gently rubbed the bull's rug as he attempted to coax out his creation. It began to crown as a deep sapphire blue bubble began to push outwards. The dwarf held out his hands as the mass continued to stretch the bull wider and wider. With a sudden gush, the homunculus pushed out from the bull and formed into a lumpy blue pool. It started to form and shape itself into a quasi-humanoid form. He scooped up his creation and sat it down on the bull's chest. It formed a mouth like indentation and attached itself to the nearest nipple. The bull panted softly, still confused and dazed about what just happened.

For the next few hours, Burrows continued to make notes and document his experiment. It appears the homunculus not only absorbed properties of the slime, orc, and minotaur; it also took on the properties of the metabolism enhancing potion. It grew rapidly as it nursed on the milk of the minotaur. It formed extra appendages to attach itself to every nub for efficient feeding. The minotaur passed out from the stimulation as its spawn soon reached a size that rivals the bull's height. The homunculus detached itself from its mother and began to inspect the dwarf. It recognized its creator soon enough and it assumed a shape of the dwarf only much larger in all proportions.

The homunculus bent down and picked up Burrows, hugging him. The affection for his creator was a positive result he had programmed the embryo well. He patted his giant, deep blue, clone. The creation set the dwarf back down. He eyed his creation and grinned. "Let's see what else your body can do," as he led his creation over to an empty stall.