Dairy Hunt
Edit: How the hell did this get in the "Top Stories?" April Fools?
SO I was talking to my good buddy yowesephth the other day, and I forget how it happened, but I mentioned my love of udders. And then this happened:http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7255884/
It was so freaking amazing, that I HAD to write a story about it, and here it is. Holy shite do I love that picture, that character, and this story.
During the process of writing, I also cemented the lore behind these demons.
They're very sexual creatures, though no one knows where they come from. Some say they're the product of a succubus being fucked by a bull, other say it was an incubus having sex with a cow. (I prefer the latter.)
Their milk is highly sought after. Its known to cause long-lasting sexual hallucinations, as well as arousal. (It's like LSD mixed with ecstasy!) It can also cause rapid growth of genitalia (in both men and women) and on occasion it's even been known to change a person's gender. (The effect is directly proportional to how much you drink.)
They're very timid creatures, often found hiding in thick forests and around mountain ranges, but one of the best ways to find them is to listen for their distinctive cry (read the story.) They make this sound when masturbating, and masturbating is something they have to do every day, otherwise their milk builds in their udder and they go crazy with lust.
On the rare occasion that happens, they'll seek out whatever has a dick and proceed to rape it. They possess a very weak capacity for hypnosis, but the hornier you are, the better it works on you.
Caution: Inhalation of the smell of their milk can cause insatiable arousal. (That's how they get ya.)
Rumors include there being a second vagina under their udder and that their kiss can make a man orgasm in an instant.
How long had it been since he started walking? Days, week? He had lost track a long time ago. Thankfully it didn't matter. No one was waiting for him. No one was missing him. He was on this journey for himself, and he was determined to see it through.
He had brought many supplies in his satchel but living off of the land was something in which he had much experience. Still, after however long he had been traveling, a little civilization wouldn't hurt. Unfortunately, he had no such luck. He never did, which was why this quest seemed all the more impossible.
The hunt for the elusive milk demon wasn't going very well. He had done his research, he had asked around, but there were very little clues. It was as he expected. It'd be a miracle to find one, but he had to try.
Little was known about milk demons as they were timid creatures. Their milk was known to have 'magical' properties. It could cause powerful and long-lasting hallucinations when taken in small doses. For that it was used as a recreational drug. In larger doses however, the effects became potent and dangerous.
It could cause a long-lasting, insatiable arousal. It had even been reported that in very large doses it could cause one to switch genders. Its most noted effect was the instant enlargement of genitalia, obviously popular among men. But as elusive as milk demons were, their milk was a hot commodity. It sold for ridiculously high prices. A small jar was worth enough to feed a man for a year. And that was exactly the intention of this journey. The young man had come a long way, and he wasn't going back without a jug full of that milk. Fortunately he had one in his large satchel.
He had heard from many travelers that there were more than a few sightings around a nearby mountain. He also heard many stories from them about the demons, how they could hypnotize a man with their eyes, how their kiss could cause a person to instantly orgasm, how just the smell of their milk could cause someone to go insane with lust. One bit of info in particular stood out as ridiculous. It was when one of the traveler's did his best to describe the sound of a milk demon's call. He described it as a mix between a cow's moo, a donkey's bray, and a woman's moan. When trying to imitate it, all he did was scare off the local wildlife and make himself look like an idiot. It certainly gave the young man something to laugh about as he went to sleep that night.
At the crack of dawn, he set off in the direction specified, eating nothing but a few small pieces of fruit along the way. He wasn't looking to waste time hunting and cooking an entire breakfast.
As he expected, it took a few hours before he reached the base of the mountain. A quick look around showed no signs of a milk demon. He didn't expect things to be that easy anyway. With very few options, the best course of action seemed to be to explore the general area.
He had researched these creatures heavily. They were prone to running and hiding at the slightest hint of danger. He had to remain as quiet as possible to avoid scaring one off. As much as he hoped he would quickly find one, he knew it wouldn't happen. He knew he would have to take his time. He was very patient.
He circled the mountain all day. He peeked around every corner and every tree in hopes that he would find what he was looking for. He came across the occasional small animal, but nothing beyond that. The sun was beginning to set. He had no choice but to camp for the night. He would try his luck tomorrow.
That night was eerily quiet, as well as dark. The moon was obscured by sparse clouds. The young man lay awake listening to the sounds of nothingness. He found it strange that not even the crickets were chirping, no wind was blowing, and his fire had long-since died. The lack of ambient noise made him uncomfortable, but he closed his eyes and tried to sleep regardless. And it was just his luck to start hearing sounds the moment he was about to fall asleep.
It sounded as if some poor animal had gotten hurt, but the young man was far too tired to be bothered with it. He clenched his eyes shut and tried his best to ignore it. It became increasingly difficult as the sound grew louder by the minute. The young man tossed and turned on his mat, plugging his ears to block out the sound, but there was no blocking it. It sounded like a wounded donkey. He had never heard a donkey so loud though.
Knowing he couldn't ignore it, he stood up and set off to find it. The least he could do is put it out of its misery. With his satchel around his shoulder, he headed for the sound. The closer he got, the more unsure he was of just what he was running into. He couldn't quite identify the animal. At first it sounded like a goat, then a cow, but more human in nature. He hadn't forgotten when the travelers had told him earlier, but he wasn't getting his hopes up. The chances of finding the demon so quickly were slim. Still, he was curious as to what this creature would be.
It took him only minutes to reach it. There leaning against a tree at the base of the mountain was something the young man had never seen before. Both the darkness and the trees obscured his vision, but he could make out the silhouette quite clearly. It was unlike any animal he had ever seen. He squinted his eyes to get a better look, and before long, his jaw dropped as he made out the distinct shape of a large udder.
As the moon appeared from behind the clouds, he got an even better look at it. It was a short creature, maybe four feet tall at most. Its skin was pale and white, except for its stomach which had a peach-colored hue. It was somewhat fat, around its thick-looking legs and especially its stomach. Its head was elongated and bestial in appearance. Its red eyes and devilish horns added to its fairly frightening image. As expected, it had a plump udder nestled between its legs. It was even bigger than the creature's head. Its four teats were so large, the young man was sure he could wrap his entire hand around them, which was absolutely perfect.
Being as quiet as possible, he removed a long length of rope from his satchel. He was hesitant to strike. He chocked it up to nervousness and the possibility of messing up a one-in-a-lifetime chance. He waited for an opportune moment. The time to attack would come.
As it turned out, yet another rumor appeared to be true. The inhuman sounds the demon made were due to it pleasuring itself. As it leaned against the tree, it slid one of its large fingers up and down the massive slit in its udder. Its other hand rubbed the large, pink organ, every gentle squeeze causing her to whimper.
Its tongue hung from its mouth as the drool ran down its cheek. By the look on its face, the pleasure it gave itself was amazing, and as far as the young man could see, it was just foreplay. He found himself entranced by the sight, but did his best to stay focused and ignore the stirring in his pants.
Suddenly the creature's legs curled as it dug one of its thick fingers into its large slit. Its plump thighs convulsed as the creature tickled its insides. Already, her long slit spurted juices across the ground. The way she shook and moaned, the young man could swear she had hit orgasm already, but by the looks of things, she was far from done.
The creature's pitch jumped an octave as she grabbed hold of one of her four large teats. Her breath shuddered as she squeezed down on it. Almost immediately a thick stream of milk splattered a nearby tree. She tilted her head back as she gently began tugging at her swollen teat.
The young man could see her blush even in such low light. Over the course of minutes, he found himself focusing more and more on the creature. There was soon more than just a slight stirring in his pants. He watched intently, the focus of his attention on the demon's large, pink udder. He fought hard not to satisfy his own urges. As he watched her tug on her own teats again and again, he couldn't help but want to mimic the action.
Something was wrong. He wasn't attracted to this demon, but his arousal said otherwise. There was something he was supposed to remember, but he couldn't think straight. He could only think of the creature's huge udder and how soft it would feel against his skin.
Slowly the demon grew faster. It jerked its teat at high speed, flinging milk in all directions. Its mouth hung wide open as it began to approach its peak. Before long, she had dug her entire hand in between the plump, swollen folds of her udder. She had grown rough. She jerked her hand back and forth inside of herself, causing her entire udder to jiggle and shake. Her other three teats began gushing milk as well, and the young man was running out of willpower. He closed his eyes, but even the sound of the demon's moans made him throb. Its final cry drove him crazy.
The demon let out its inhuman cry as its udder gushed. Forced to open his eyes again, the young man couldn't help but stare at the pink organ as it fired halfway across the forest. He could see the entire pink mass jiggling and throbbing as the creature came, and even the creature's face as its mouth curled into a blissful smile. She squeezed down on her udder with both hands, causing the milk to erupt from her teats and coat the trees in creamy white dairy.
Her orgasm went on for what seemed like ages, and it was torture for the young man to watch and not act. Only after she was finished did the young man's sense begin to return. Vaguely he remembered one of the many rules he had learned about hunting these creatures: never breathe in the stench of their fluids. It was far too late for that, but he still had to act.
He shook his head, doing his best to clear the haze. As quickly as he could, he leapt from the bush and charged the milk demon. Not a second after he had started running did the creature's head turn to him. Almost immediately she hopped to her feet and darted off around the mountain. The young man wasn't far behind.
He was forced to drop his satchel as it slowed him down. The demon was much faster than anticipated after orgasm. It ducked and dodged many trees with ease. It moved so fluidly that it appeared to fly, but the tiny wings on its back couldn't allow such a thing. The young man decided not to question it. Magical creatures often didn't make much sense.
The demon made a sharp turn around an outstretched section of mountain, breaking the young man's line of sight. He rushed around the corner to catch of glimpse of the creature's fat tail ducking into a nearby cave. He couldn't believe his luck. It had trapped itself.
Rope in hand, the young man quickly blocked the entrance of the shallow cave. Not far inside, the milk demon stood, backed against a wall. Even as she was trapped, she didn't seem panicked. The young man found the neutral look on her face unnerving. But he was ready for any trick she might pull. As he shifted closer, he stared into her eyes, preparing for her inevitable dash for freedom.
Something was making it hard to focus. His vision was blurry and his hands were shaky. He shook his head again to clear his mind, but as he looked back at the demon, her eyes were no longer looking at his. She was staring somewhat lower, and the young man couldn't help but feel curious as to what she was seeing.
Only after he looked down did he notice his own erection making a tall tent in his pants. As he looked back up, the creature was smiling. Both her teats and cunt had formed a large puddle beneath her feet. The smell wafted into the air, filling the cave with a thick and musky scent. It smelled like warm milk and sugar, sweet and inviting.
The young man tried his hardest to react, but his body wouldn't move. Unwillingly, he took deep breaths. The smell of the demon's musk was addicting. He fell to his knees. As he looked up at the demon's face, he could see her smile had grown wider. He had to fight to stop himself from drooling as she approached him and lined her dripping udder with his face.
With all the willpower her had, the young man kept his mouth closed as the demon inched her teat closer to him. But as he looked in her eyes, the want to resist slowly faded away. He could swear they were glowing.
It was as if his body had a mind of its own. His hands reached forward and grabbed on to the demon's plump udder. It was just as soft as he expected. As he kneaded it like dough, he could hear soft sounds emanating from the demon's mouth. It was the same hoarse bray as before. At every squeeze, the demon would jerk her hips forward. The young man quickly learned just how sensitive the fleshy pink organ was.
Just rubbing his hands across it made the demon blush and tremble. The moment he touched one of her four large teats, she moaned, her legs buckling underneath her. As the young man squeezed her sensitive nipples, they began to gush milk. He was amazed. Even after coating half the forest, her udder was still full.
He grabbed two teats in hand, yanking them and milking the demon like a cow. Her legs finally giving out beneath her, she fell to her knees. She shuddered as the young man twisted her large teats in hand. She splashed milk over large sections of the cave, and all over the young man's clothes.
The smell of it was even more potent than before. He couldn't ignore his rapidly growing urges. Shifting one of his hands to a bottom teat, he took one and shoved it into his mouth. The demon couldn't help but grab on to his head and pull him closer as his warm mouth pleasured her. He ran his tongue over every inch of her soft teat, paying special attention to deep pit from which the milk gushed.
As he drove his tongue into it, the demon thrust her hips forward, desperate to feel his mouth around her. Her legs trembled as he wormed his tongue inside of her. She squealed at his loud, powerful sucking, and the way he drooled over her sensitive teats.
Her hips lurched forward, forcing her doughy udder against the young man's face. At every powerful convulsion, milk would surge from her teats. The young man swallowed all he could. The taste and smell of it making him grow more and more aroused by the second. He drank from the demon as if it was the only thing he would ever need. Every creamy mouthful made his member throb. He was desperate for relief. He had never felt so horny in his life, but something told him not to stop, and he was compelled to obey.
His pants had grown uncomfortably tight. In his lustful haze, he had no way of noticing the ever-growing bulge in his pants. As he sucked away at the milk demon's udder, his cock was growing. The button on his pants popped and flew off to the side. His underwear had become so strained that they were soon on the verge of ripping in two. The effect's of the demon's milk were fast-acting. In mere minutes, the young man's member had grown a foot in length, and doubled in girth.
As hard as it was for her, the demon was forced to stop the young man from pleasuring her. Simply by willing it, she made him halt, but only for a moment. She lied back, spreading her legs and presenting herself to him. She was confident he would figure out the rest on his own.
Driven by his own lust, the man hastily removed his underwear, letting his new, gigantic cock fly into the air. It was now much more suited to a woman of the demon's size. He didn't hesitate to position himself in front of her. He gave his member a few solid strokes before pressing it against the demon's colossal cunt. As tight as she was, her slit offered little resistance as he pushed himself inside. A loud, wet squish could be heard as the young man's member spread her wide.
The demon groaned, her legs shaking violently as her cunt was penetrated. Milk flowed from her large teats as well as her slit. Her tongue hung from her mouth, the drool running down her cheek as her body locked up from the pleasure.
It felt like an eternity before the man finally hilted all twelve inches of himself. As he sat and enjoyed the feeling of the demon's sopping wet tunnel around him, he couldn't help but rub himself against her fat, fleshy udder. His subtle movements had the demon moaning. It felt amazing for both of them, but neither were entirely satisfied.
It wasn't long before the man pulled back and began thrusting back and forth. He set a steady pace, pushing hard into the demon's slit. The slimy wet sound it produced echoed throughout the cave. As the young man gently beat against it, it jiggled ever-so-slightly. He grabbed on to the demon's chubby thighs, pulling them back as he thrust into her. He dug his fingers deep into her soft legs, the feeling of her tunnel squeezing down on him soon becoming impossible to resist.
He soon leaned over the demon's body, thrusting hard into her pudgy udder. The feeling of its soft, supple fat bouncing against him was too much. He couldn't help but grab hold, digging his hands into the fleshy sack.
The longer and harder he pounded the more aroused both he and the demon became. Slowly he could feel the her flabby udder begin to grow firm. Her walls felt as if they were pulling him in, sloppily sucking on his foot-long member. He pounded the demon's udder as hard as he could, his balls aching for release.
He grabbed on to the her teats for leverage, causing her to writhe and moan. The slimy squish was soon drowned out by the loud sound of the young man's skin slapping against her plump, meaty udder. The two of them moaned louder and louder as time went on. Their combined juices made a mess of the cave floor. Neither of them even contemplated slowing down. The man slammed to the very end.
He drove his member into the demon's cunt for the final time. He loosed more seed than he ever thought possible. It filled the demon's tunnel in a matter of seconds, gushing outwards and splashing on to the cave's already messy floor. His hands gripped hard on the demon's teats, causing them to splatter milk all across the cave walls. Her body went into violent spasms, her back arching as she hit her peak. All four of her teats erupted, sending milk in every direction. The juices from her cunt splashed the young man as they squirted outwards. Her goat-like cry could be heard for a mile. It went on for minutes, as did her orgasm. That cry was the last thing the young man heard before things began to get dark. He could see the demon looking down on him and smiling before he fell unconscious.
The cold morning woke him the next day. As he went to stand, he noticed his bottom half was much heavier than usual. He looked down at his newly enlarged member, and the memories from the previous day returned. Boy did he feel stupid. He had blown a once in a lifetime chance. The odds were low he'd find the demon again. It was discouraging to say the least, but ironically there was no use crying over spilled milk. The milk from before had dried and hardened against the cave walls, leading him to believe that it wasn't actually milk at all. The young man shrugged his shoulders and tried to forget about it.
Holding up his button-less pants, he went to leave, only to find his satchel at the mouth of the cave. He was sure he had left that behind to chase the demon. There was no use worrying about it. He reached inside, searching a safety pin when he came across something different. He stared for a moment before lifting the previously empty bottle from his satchel. As he removed he cork, his nose was assaulted by a potent, but familiar smell: milk, and not just ordinary milk, demon milk.
He was confused. Was it a present, a peace offering, some kind of sick, ironic joke? The young man half-expected to find a sarcastic note along with it, but there was no such thing in the satchel. He stared at the bottle for a long while before shrugging his shoulders. In a way, he had gotten what he came for, and more. Wrapping the bottle in cloth and sticking it in his satchel, the young man headed home, contemplating his return to search for that mischievous demon.