Yayvn
Adia does her best to help a bove-kit (young cow) with her puberty changes.
Luna was large that day. She gazed silently down on Central, and the Dome curved to match her. Both hovered above the ancient city. Skittering and scrabbling wildly, Adia ran. Through the legs of larger solfolk, under carts, down narrow, dusty alleys. Along green stretches of grass, and over soft stone. She wasn't running from anything at all, just running, feeling the warmth in her bones and muscles, the flex in her chest as her little heart beat like a flapping bird. A cane, a coyote-mae, caught sight of her and gave chase, falling to his forpaws and dashing after her. For almost an hour, the two locked in a steady race, around corners, over bridges, into open buildings and out the other side. Even straight through a stage. The cane snapped at her heels, and cackled, huffed. Adia squealed and scrabbled harder. The cane barked and gave a last lunge, missed, laughed, and claw-scraped to a stop. The lape bolted around a hedge, and vanished.
She gasped to catch her breath, and lapped weakly at a fountain, short black hair glinting in the noon sun. After looking around a moment, she dunked her head under the falling water, shook most of it off, and rabbit-preened rapidly. A gasp made her pause. Looking around, she took in the small space. A park, trees, grass, a tumble of rocks, all hemmed in by skyscraping buildings. Another gasp, and a sob, from behind the rocks. There was a nook back there, shaded by tree. Prey-animal silent, she fell to four paws, and creeped up the smooth boulders, and peered over the top. Enormous brown eyes peered back at her. Prey-eyes, large, wet and scared. Adia slipped down into the dark nook, cool, hidden away from Sol, and shrunk, ears flat. "Hai," came a sob. As her eyes adjusted, the lape could make out the solson. She was a bove-fae, large, curvy, and naked, shivering. She waved her shard in greeting. "Hai!" she chirped quietly. "Are you okay? In need?" The bove nodded rapidly. "Y-yus. S'mbarrassing." Her accent was thick, her voice was high. The bove was young, and the details started to become clearer. She was covering her chest, shuddering, face of a child, and pained. Adia shuffled closer, and raised her shard high, trying to copy the youthful accent. "S'okay. I'mma haelen. Lemme touch?" The bove's eyes went from wide to dinner-plate, and she nodded. "Hurts." Moving very slowly, she snuggled in with the poorly kit, and kissed her forehead, pushing a calming surge, numbing softly. Smiling as she felt a slump in response, she nuzzled little ears. "Where does it hurt?" "M-m-m'chest." "Canne see it? Please star, o'please?" Bove shook her head. "You'll make-fun." Flattening ear hears, lape trilled. "Nuu. Lookit." Delicately, she peeled of her sodden top, baring her pert breasts. "See? Fr'furr is lovely. Now, show me yours, let me see? I won't touch." Shifting uneasily, bove shivered. "N'touch?" Adia nodded brightly. "N'touch!" She moved, baring her chest, blushing, arms to her side, giving a quiet myoo, uncomfortable. Lape could see why. Her chest was enormous, heavy, strained and a little inflamed. The poor star was in desperate need of milking. "Oh my s-stars," she whimpered. "I.. I can fix that, sweetlight, b-but I needta-touch." Covering up again, the bove sobbed. "N-nuu! N'touch! Hurts, hurts s'bad! Nnnf.." She stared, eyes filling with tears, spilling down her face. Adia felt her heart break. "H-honeylove.. how old are you?" Giving a sorrowful myool, she huffed herself into a calm. "M'nine, f-fae Haelen." "And why hasn't anyone helped you with this, sweetlight?" Bove just stared and snuffled. "Have you been with a haelen before?" A shake of the head, slow. "Can.. can I give you a kiss, then?" Adia watched as the offer trickled through the poor kits mind, watched those pained eyes gaze at thoughts, memories. Somewhere in there, trust blossomed. "Wanna.. kiss me? Whyfor?" "Because it would make you feel better, and it wouldn't hurt, would it? Nya?" She waggled her enormous ears with the last silly-word, teasing. Bove cracked into a gradual smile. "Nyaa.." she agreed slowly. "Nyaaa..?" Adia countered, tongue out. Bove giggled deeply. Not letting the moment pass, lape hopped lightly, settled on a rock by the shivering kits head, and stole a peck of a kiss. "Ooohr. Uh. M'please?" Adia cupped the sweet fae-kits face, and dipped her little snout to meet it, sharing a long, wet, tonguing kiss, making the bove moan haltingly. When they finally broke, a thin trail of saliva hung, stretched, and fell away. They stared at each other quietly. "Thn wnth nff." The bove myooled hard. "I cnnf tfk!" Shushing the dear gently, Adia stroked at her lips. "There.. better." Bove squeaked tightly. "I couldn't feel m'tongue! How you d'that?!" "I'mma haelen, s'magic! Want me to do it again?" She shook, staring at Adia desperately. Eventually, she nodded, timid. "Can I do it to your lovely chest?" Staring harder, eyes wider, the image played out in the kits mind. It took much longer, but finally, she nodded again. Nimble, careful fingers moved down the large chest, brushed arms and hands aside, and cupped a breast, alighting it with discomfort, and then numbing, causing her to groan with relief. "S'good.. that's s'good.. dun hurt.. ny'more." Adia snuggled in close, and wriggled her paws. Time to work. "Do you know why it hurt so much, star?" Head-shake. "You're starting to come of age, sweetlight. Your body is getting ready to hold bundles, and feed them, with lovely milk from these gorgeous fruit." She hefted one gently, and the bove shuddered. "Milk.. hurts?" Lape nodded gently. "Yes, you can only hold so much, so if you don't let it out, you'll make too much and hurt yourself! Watch, I'll show you, okay." With a terrified nod from the poor bove, Adia nuzzled down her chest, set her lips on a swollen nip, and suckled. The reaction was immediate, as milk poured into her mouth, and bove groaned in surprised pleasure. Adia guzzled as best she could, and then let go, allowing the nip to gently ooze on its own. Bove shivered, eyes enormous. "Oow.. f-feels good.. hurts too." "You'll feel wonderful when you are empty, I promise. Can I have some more?" "You.. want my milk?" bove asked, lost. "Why?" "S'yummy! And I love being full, really full. It feels good. I'll show you, if you want.. to play." Her eyes filled with tears all over again. "You.. want to play with me?" "Of course I do," Adia chirped, "You're wonderful!" Weeping overtook the kit-fae, and Adia snuggled that poor face into her own bare chest, inviting the little one to sob, suckle and drool into the deep, soft fur. Adia kissed at her little ears, rubbing at them, and the little horns. This poor star has been deeply neglected, she thought, trying to understand why and how. But the first step was to heal damage done. Then, she could prevent it ever happening again. "Sweetlight.. what is your name?" The answer was swimming in wet, and mumbled. "Yayvn, fae Haelen." "I'm Adia," she whispered into her ear. "Let's relax, and play a nice game, Yayvn." "K-kay," she whispered back. "Follow my touch. If you touch something you don't like, you have to stop. Aaand.. if I touch something I shouldn't, you say Never-Never-Never. Breaking the rules means you lose! Got it?" Yayvn nodded rapidly, tense and ready. "Kay.." Adia smoothed her paws over that sore, tight chest, and whispered. "Go!" Bove quickly moved her own powerful, three fingered paws to Adia's chest, making the lape wriggle. "G-good! Keep going!" Gently, Adia slid her paw up to the boves ear, and gave the base a good scritch. She shuddered in bliss as her playmate repeated the gesture to her own taut ears. "S-s'good.." Shifting, she nuzzled at the untouched, swollen nip. "Follow my paws, star." She scritched generously down the kits spine, writhing as fingers worked down her own. She started to drink. Guzzling down all the milk those great melons held, she groaned in pleasure, and gripped at huge, curvy hips. Yayvn groaned with her and gripped the little lapes hips, caressing and massaging them. Swapping to the other nip, Adia let the first dribble on her, and suckled down firmly, demanding. The breast fed her as fast as she could swallow. She cupped softly between the boves thighs, and delicately palmed her nethers, rolling them with great care. Squeaking tightly when she felt a strong hand between her own thighs, she paused her gulping, both nips now dripping onto her fur. "You aren't b-breaking the rules, now are you? I'll know if you are!" To her great surprise, the reply was steady and plaintive. "P-please more? I l-like.. I never get play-touches. Please, Adia Haelen.. p-please? Can I have?" How in light's name do you say no to that, she thought, frozen. Adia shuddered with the weight of it on her heart, clamped her lips hungrily on a teat, and slipped a finger inside of the sweet, desperate kit.
She was full. They were both full, in fact. Adia realised that she could only honey-out so much liquid, and the dear sweet bove was only half empty. Drastic measures had to be taken. "Sweetlight, don't freak out, okay? Come with me." Softly, gut large and round, she got up, leading Yayvn into the light of the afternoon. The little park was still, and quiet. Adia wobbled towards the fountain, climbed in, and looked around, gasping in relief as the water held her gorged form aloft. Then she found it. Kneeling around a grating in the floor of the fountain-pool, she blushed, and relieved herself, down into the flow swept away by the outlet. She looked up to see the bove climb in after her, and wade close, chest waving heavily, kneeling and snuggling in. "Watcha doin?" she asked, kissing. "Mmnf. I'm.. releasing. I'm really full, of your lovely milk." Yayvn giggled, and pressed a nip to her face. "Please.. I feel better but it still hurts. Please?" Shuddering, Adia settled her lips on the teat, and drank. And drank. And released, as firmly as she could. Eventually, the fluids equalled out, and while the bove-kit softly stroked her ears, the little lape suckled milk ravenously, wriggled it around her innards, and pumped it down the fountain drain, in one endless flow. Mental image in place, it blared in her brain, making her hotter and hotter, writhing, whimpering, until she climaxed fitfully, and again. And onward, until the milk stuttered to a stop in her mouth. She squeaked, and suckled a little harder, just to be sure. A dribble, and a powerful groan greeted her in return. Yayvn shivered and myooled haltingly. Adia nibbled and suckled that empty teat until her new friend climaxed, feeling fingers clutch at her head desperately. "E-empty.. I'm.. empty! It's.. amazing! It doesn't hur- owww!" Whining sorrowfully, bove cupped her other melon, still woefully full. Adia went to grasp at it, and was stopped by the sound of chuckling behind her. The pair turned to take in a shadow, long, fluffy tail curling about playfully. Ringy stepped into the light, grinning. "Can I empty that one?"