FSE

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The chaotic fervor of the county fair was contagious to even the most cynical pedestrian. The smell of kettle corn wafted past her nose, and the sounds of laughter and the shrill of arcade buzzers echoed in the distance. All of this might have been sensory overload to the tourists, but to Millie, she was focusing on something much more important.

Standing across the waist-high countertop was a small Fox. He had unkempt orange and white fur covered up by a simple pair of jeans and a button-up top. His head was barely high enough to reach the underside of her prodigious breasts. He looked like the complete opposite of the Fox stereotype: Rather than a sly and confident man, she was looming over a nervously shaking man who couldn't even meet her eyes.

In contrast to this, Millie was leaning on the counter and wistfully gazing down at the Fox. The curvy bovine's red and white spotted fur was displayed for all to see, with little to cover it up but an apron over a much too tight shirt.

"If you buy six bottles, I'll give you a discount and this nice little carrying case for free."

Her hand wandered across the countertop and gestured to a metal basket holding six bottles of milk, labeled with her brand on the front.

"Buh- well I mean, I really want to but…"

"What's wrong?" she interrupted his stuttering. "Don't you want to support local dairy cows?"

The Fox shot her a nervous glance, then flickered his eyes between her and the ground.

"Of course I want to-"

"And you want to help me so I can live a comfortable life, right?"

The Fox sniped back. "I want to buy some, but I can't carry all of this around the fair!"

Donning a sly smile, Millie leaned forward and pushed her cleavage together with her arms supporting more of her weight.

"Besides, if you buy the whole package, I'd be very grateful. So grateful, in fact, that I'd have to reward you for your loyalty."

If he were capable of it, the Fox would be sweating bullets right now. Millie leaned in closer to him.

"I'd have to give you a special type of drink. One that comes-"

"fresh"

"off"

"the"

"tap."

Each word was punctuated by rhythmic tapping of her finger on the Fox's nose. He gingerly pulled out his wallet and handed her a wad of bills without even sorting through them. Millie counted them out for him, gave him his change from the lockbox behind the counter, and stuffed the rest down her mountainous cleavage in full view of her new customer and the passing crowds behind him. The Fox heaved the metal basket of oversized milk cartons and quickly waddled off.

"Another gullible man thinking with his head instead of his brain. More money for me I suppose." She pondered.

"Nice job pushing that poor guy around, Millie." Came a voice to her left.

Standing behind a booth next to Millie's was a Holstein Cow who had almost half a foot on her own height. The black and white spots on her fur practically screamed to the world 'dairy cow', but the heavily defined muscle combined with her height made her seem more like a bull from the right angle. A Human would have described her as 'butch', but Tracy was more woman than anybody could handle.

"It helps to not intimidate them before they can approach your stand." Millie bit back.

"Intimidate?" she jokingly spat out. "You saw the same thing I did, right? That poor boy looked like he was going to soil his pants! He even ran as best he could with that impossible supply of milk you practically forced down his throat. And you think a little bit of muscle is worse than that?"

Maybe she had a point. Millie wasn't exactly a small little girl compared to most people on this Earth. Standing at around 7.5' tall, the red-spotted Ayrshire woman was intimidating alright. But not for the same reasons as her partner. No, Millie's specialty was in seducing the hearts and minds of her potential customer base. And what better way than using the killer curves she was blessed with?

"Darling, if you're going to remember anything I teach you, then let it be this: We aren't responsible if some poor fool spends all his money on us. We can't help it if we're too convincing."

Tracy gave her an indignant huff and turned back to the crowd of people milling about the fairgrounds. The usual lines that formed at their booths were nowhere to be found this year. It gave Millie plenty of time to reflect on things. She turned to her right and checked on the third member of their small business. A Jersey Cow with light brown fur and plenty of adipose surrounding her, she was the opposite of Tracy in many ways.

"Jenny! You're not sleeping again, are you?"

The bovine woman was reclining in a large folding camping chair. She didn't even bother opening her eyes or turning her head to face her.

"No Millie, I'm not."

"Typical. She doesn't even put any effort into talking if she can avoid it."

Most people would mistake her accent for a northern New Jersey accent. (Ironic, considering her breed.) But the truth is that Jenny was born and raised in New York, and her accent reflects that. Her 'o' and 'a' came out more nasally than what Millie considered normal.

"I know you, Jenny, don't fall asleep on me now."

She finally turned her head towards her. "It's not like it would matter much, anyway! All our usual traffic is across the street trying to get a taste of the hot new girl!"

Millie was trying her best not to think about that. Across the trampled dirt path from their three connected stalls was a single, humble stand. It looked amateur: like a child was planning on selling lemonade and had their parents help them build it. Behind the stand was a truck filled with gallons worth of metallic milk tanks, more than the trio could ever hope to produce themselves in one week. The figures running the stand were difficult to discern past the crowd surrounding them. But she knew who they were.

"That bitch." Millie whispered under her breath.

Behind the chaos of the masses was a large Wolf woman and a comparatively smaller Human man handing out bottle after bottle of milk. She recognized them when they were together. Who wouldn't? They were the new local celebrities. Hell, they were probably known around the world by now. The Wolf is the world's first size-shifter: Able to change her size at will and turn into a true giant. She had seen videos online of a tall but normal Wolf growing into a giant monster the likes of which weren't seen outside of movies. It's not like 'Macros' were an alien concept to her. But one that could go back to normal size was unheard of until a year ago.

And here she was, stealing the attention of her customers. This was their first year at the fair and the attention they were getting for first-timers was infuriating. She thought they had it all lined up perfectly. A trio of cow ladies all making something different. Jenny's milk was high in butterfat and was great for baking. Tracy's milk was used in their special ice cream because she made the most out of all of them, and she could afford to split it up. And finally, Millie made the highest quality milk out of all of them. Nobody could top this insurmountable trio until she came along. One person that could make more milk than a hundred cows was dangerous for everyone.

A hand grabbed her shoulder and shook her out of her trance. Standing next to her was a mountain of muscle.

"I know that look, Millie." Spoke Tracy in a soft voice. "That's not a good look on you."

Millie sighed, releasing the tension from her shoulders.

"What are we supposed to do? We can't strong-arm the bitch because she's a giant freak!"

Tracy gave her a perplexed look like she had suggested something impossible.

"I wouldn't have suggested anything like that. Maybe we should just talk to them?"

"Her boyfriend is pretty cute, don't you think?" interrupted Jenny from her reclined seat. The wide bovine was staring intently at the booth across the way.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head. Millie gazed intently at Tracy and gave her a sly smile.

"Oh no! I know that smile!" she accused.

"Tracy dear, don't you want to meet that handsome looking man yourself? Maybe you could invite him over to a private location and we could give him a country welcome?"

"What the hell makes you think that's a good idea? If his girlfriend caught wind of that, we'd get stepped on!"

"But she won't catch on, don't you see? Either we scare off her little boy toy, or he joins us. Three is better than one after all."

Tracy's mouth practically fell to the floor, yet she made no noise. Composing herself, she tilted her head to look behind Millie.

"Jenny, what do you think of this? This can't be a good idea, right? I'm not going crazy here?"

The brown-furred bovine twisted in her chair, visibly troubled by being disturbed.

"I don't really care. But I do know two things: I haven't sold anything today, and I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that action. Imagine how tough he must be to mess with a Gray Wolf that large every night."

"Actually, she's a Dire Wolf. You can tell because she's larger and has lighter fur. Although I guess it could look yellow or gray under a certain light."

"Oh, so you've already done all the research on them!" barked Millie. "Then you'll easily sneak into their ranks."

"What am I supposed to say? And where am I leading this guy?"

"Just tell him you've been in the business for a while and you want to help them. As for where, how about that abandoned building on the west end of the fairgrounds?"

Millie put her hand on Tracy's shoulder and gave her the best impression of a baby Cat that she was capable of. Opening her eyes, tilting her head ever so slightly, and letting her lip quiver just a tiny bit. It didn't seem to impress her.

"Alright, fine." She rolled her eyes toward the crowd. "But I'm not gonna hear any complaints when he doesn't show up."

Turning her back on them, Tracy ambled over to the chaotic crowd while her partners stayed and manned their booths. Millie had a great feeling about this. Worst case scenario: they get stood up. Best case and they steal that bitches boyfriend from her. Then she's got no lifeline and nobody to support her.

"Ah shit, west end? You saying I have to walk all the way to the other side of the fair just to potentially get some tail?" complained the rotund cow behind her, who still hadn't left her seat.

Millie rolled her eyes. "You may be able to choose your friends but if they stick around long enough, they become family. And you can't get rid of them after that."

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The building Millie had chosen didn't exactly look dilapidated, inside or out. However, it hadn't been used for anything by the fair's administration for years, and a fine layer of dust had coated the remaining furniture. The carpeted floor was that cheap, thin kind that came with so many pre-built structures years ago. The phones were still landline and made of yellowed plastic, and the desks were all sharp edges of fake wood.

Millie flipped on the light switch next to the entrance of an office and noted that the rectangular lights still worked. It would be a miracle if anything else in here worked after years of disuse. They were very close to her head thanks to the low ceiling, almost scraping against her filed-down horns. Clearly, this building was not constructed with larger species comfort in mind. The room was featureless, sporting no windows or decorations except the furniture. Behind her, Tracy slipped through the doorway by ducking under the frame. She stood off to the side and leaned against a wall, her hornless head clearly able to touch the ceiling if she wasn't hunched over. Finally, Jenny stumbled into the room looking like she had run a marathon. The girthy bovine squeezed past the narrow doorframe and slumped to the floor against the wall opposite of Tracy.

"Well?" she quizzed the muscular Holstein. "He's coming, right? And alone? We won't be bothered by a certain giant canine, will we?"

"Chill out, we're fine. I told him what you said: That we're a small company with experience in the industry, and we want to help them out. I talked about my experience at one of the big milking companies to scare him."

Tracy rarely discussed her time at the corporate milk farm. Those kinds of places never let their producers have any personal freedom. Every single aspect of their lives was controlled: down to how much you could eat, sleep, and exercise. That may have been enough to stop gym freak Tracy from staying but in one last act of betrayal, the company she was working for had laced her food with growth hormone. It was the reason she was the tallest of the trio today and produced the greatest quantity of milk even compared to others of her breed.

"Well, how did you convince him to come alone?"

"That was easy. They needed someone to run the stand because there were still a lot of customers. I think he manages the business for her."

"Perfect!" she thought. "If we can scare him off or get him to abandon her, their business is as good as dead!"

The trio stood (and sat) around the office and made idle conversation, waiting to spring their trap. Millie was fuming at the idea that she was missing out on potential time to sell her products to the masses. Maybe they could have left Jenny to run the stands at least? She may be lazy, but she would still get up to sell stuff. Assuming anyone bought from them today.

Suddenly, a clicking sound came from the hallway. The shadow of the front door glided along the walls, and a short figure stepped into the building. A Human man cautiously stuck his head in the doorframe and walked under it when he noticed them.

Millie's first impression of the man was that he was boring. If someone asked her to describe the average Human man, he's probably what she would have created. Dark and short hair, jeans and a t-shirt, average height, green eyes, he wasn't very impressive. By her estimates, the top of his head might come up to her collarbone.

"Tracy, right?" the man nodded at the Holstein leaning on the wall. He turned to the other two women in the room. "I recognize you two from the stall across from ours. I was worried this was a set-up."

Millie's veins turned to ice in an instant. "What do you mean, set-up?" she choked out.

"Ever since Kiva learned to shrink, I've been hounded by people about anything you could imagine. Some people want her to star in movies, join their organizations, I've gotten messages from other countries that want her to be their new weapon, and some people just want to be with her."

"Be with her like…" she questioned.

"In the biblical sense."

"I guess he wouldn't care for that," she mused "but I bet they could make a lot of money doing that sort of thing."

"Anyways, it's nice to meet you. My name's Vinny."

The man stepped forward and extended his hand toward her. She graciously accepted it, encircling his entire hand with her comparatively massive grip.

"Millie. And this" she waved her arm in the direction of the reclining Jersey Cow "is Jenny. She's our professional baker."

The man's eyes lit up at her statement. "That's great! We've been trying to figure out which recipes to bake with her milk. I've heard cupcakes are the easiest."

Vinny practically skipped over to Jenny and began interrogating her like he was fishing for state secrets. Jenny was happy to share with him though, showing more enthusiasm than she had all day.

"I started with milkshakes. But those aren't very good for selling out here."

"Interesting. What about…"

The two baking enthusiasts began sharing their experiences in earnest. Jenny's casual attitude acted as the perfect ice breaker, lulling Vinny into a sense of safety that was soon going to be betrayed.

Millie turned to Tracy and pointed at the nearby desk, then to the door of the office. She caught the implication and moved behind the ancient metal frame of the desk. Millie closed the door, which thankfully opened from the inside of the room. Using her powerful muscles, Tracy pushed the desk across the carpet and directly in front of the door. The metal frame of the desk was most likely too heavy for the small little Human to manage by himself. He wasn't leaving this room unless they allowed him.

Vinny turned around and immediately recognized their ambush for what it was. Millie could tell that even though he put on an air of apathy, underneath the façade he was nervous.

"So that's how it's gonna be? What are you gonna do, hold me for ransom? Beat me up until I leave town?"

"Nothing so pedestrian, dear. We just want you to recognize the hard work we put into our line of business. It's awful hard to run a small business when the big companies can outproduce you so easily. All we have is quality and country charm to boost us up. And none of that matters if a giant monster is making a hundred times more milk than us by herself."

From her seated position, Jenny grabbed the man's ankle. Momentarily distracted by her token efforts, he didn't react in time when Millie strode over and engulfed his body with her much greater mass. Millie giggled when she compressed his face against her chest, and he couldn't push himself away. She was bigger and stronger than him, and she reveled in the feeling.

Behind him, Jenny stood up and lifted her shirt over her head. She removed her comically large bra, and Millie got to enjoy the sight of gravity taking hold of her stupendous breasts. For all of her disgust regarding the broad Cow's sedentary lifestyle, Millie was willing to admit that all of her fat went to the right places. Even her own thighs were dwarfed by the gargantuan columns Jenny hefted around. Maybe they were the reason she hated any amount of physical activity?

A hand on her shoulder broke her concentration. Behind her, Tracy stood completely nude, her sculpted figure still looking distinctly feminine.

"Move over. I'll take care of the runt while you two undress."

Millie shoved the Human into Tracy's muscular arms and got to watch her toy with the man. She began tearing at his clothes, pulling his shirt off and still managing to dominate him with just one hand. Following her lead, Millie disrobed the apron she was wearing. She threw it in the corner of the room along with her shirt and worked her way down until she was completely nude. The stuffy summer air of the ancient office and the fur covering her skin guaranteed she wasn't feeling cold. Even so, her nipples were rigid with anticipation.

Once the Human was stripped down, Millie got behind him and crushed him between their significant bodies. On her right, Jenny finally managed to remove her much too tight clothing and ambled over to the group. Between the three bovine women stood Vinny, who looked uncomfortable trapped between their significantly bulkier bodies. His face was compacted between their generous breasts and every single attempt to escape was met with another breast in his face, or a nipple poking him. Below the mountain of shared cleavage, the amorous women were grabbing and prodding at his body like a couple of excited children at a petting zoo.

"I watched a porno like this once." Stated Jenny. "Poor little Human guy between two cow ladies. There was a great scene where they crushed him between them like a sandwich with him as the filling. We should totally do that next!"

Millie liked the sound of that. They could even flip him over so he could please both the ladies working on him. Wait a minute. There are three of them.

"Okay, but who's gonna stand off to the side and masturbate while the other two get to have all the fun?" she asked.

"Uuhh…"

When Jenny failed to respond, Tracy butted in with her own suggestion.

"My tits are aching. I was saving up my milk for the live milking today, but I guess I can make him drink it all."

Her complaining was punctuated by her grabbing the back of his head and forcing her nipple into his mouth. A gasp escaped her lips, and she began fingering herself under the cover of their heavy bodies.

"That looks really nice. When she's done, we should have him drain all of us. Then maybe we can try that thing Jenny was talking about…"

Millie's thoughts were interrupted by a rumble. As if a small explosion had gone off, the entire building shook for a second. A dreadful stillness came over the musty office building. Suddenly, gargantuan black talons broke through a wall high up near the ceiling and peeled off the roof like a can opener. The flimsy material fell apart before it could be folded over and rained splintered wood and plaster across the room and onto their heads. All thoughts of their prisoner were abandoned, and the women fled to the opposite corners of the room.

Looking up at the newly created hole in the ceiling, Millie saw something that almost made her heart stop. The Wolf from earlier loomed over the building like a person would look down into a fish tank. Her hand, which had just casually torn up the roof of the building, was large enough to encompass the entire room.

"I bet her foot is large enough to crush the building in one step…"

Her terrible red eyes looked through her like a person might regard an ant. Like she was less than a person. They wandered around the room to peer at the other two Cows, then to the middle of the room where her partner stood looking up at her.

" Sorry ladies, but I'm the only one allowed to break his pelvis."

"Hey Kiva!" the minuscule man shouted at the titan. "You'll never guess what: They were trying to recruit me! Just much more forcefully than we thought!"

The giant gave him a pensive look. "Well, I'm glad to know you weren't cheating on me. Still, I should have come along sooner. If that Holstein hadn't warned us about this, they would have had you at their mercy for a long time."

Contrary to what she expected, the Wolf's voice came out in a deep baritone thanks to her enlarged lungs. What really caught Millie's attention was her last line. Did Tracy betray her?

"Well, we can't have you three meddling in our business. What should I do with you? Maybe I could just crush you and call it a day?"

Primal chills ran up her spine. Fight or flight kicked in with a vengeance. Years of living in the comfort of civilization only to be reminded in an instant that she was prey and the creature before her could kill them all in an instant.

"Haha, very funny." The man casually dismissed her statement. Why isn't he afraid of this monster? "What do you actually want to do with them? I'm not the type to hold a grudge, and they didn't really hurt me. It wasn't half as bad as what you do to me on the weekends."

"Yes, but you trust me because I'm not a stranger."

The colossal Wolf leered at them from her elevated position. A sly grin washed over her features that promised nothing but trouble.

"What's say we do a little taste test of the competition, Vincent? It's only fair if we reverse the circumstances on them."

Before she could even scream, the Wolf's massive hands scooped Millie up along with her friends and propelled them to the center of the room. The trio was dropped flat on their back, the floor surprisingly devoid of debris from the roof's violent collapse. It was probably swept to the side by those giant furry hands.

"Here's what I want you all to do. You ladies just lay there and don't move, and I won't crush you like bugs. My little man here is going to have his way with you while I watch. He gets to taste all three of you and we'll see whose milk is really the best."

Millie lay there on her back, staring up at the Human who had complete control at the moment. Even with the backing of a monstrous creature he still looked nervous standing over them. He gingerly stepped over Jenny and straddled her waist, pawing at her hefty breasts and squeezing them until he got the correct angle. Leaning down, he wrapped his mouth around her thick nipple and began to suck on it like he was dying of thirst. Jenny moaned softly and instinctively reached up to his head to pull him into her chest. From her position on the ground with Tracy blocking part of her view, Millie could barely make out the unusual couple bucking into each other. The Human was sporting a noticeable erection that slid against Jenny's vast belly.

After a few more gulps, Vinny let go of her breast and sat up. Still sitting on her ample waist, he turned to his giant lover.

"It's very sweet. I feel like it's gonna give me diabetes if I have too much."

"Ohoho! That explains why she's the baker of the team. Well, don't leave her high and dry. Finish her off."

Nodding at her request, Vinny slid down her body until their pelvises lined up and penetrated her with his stiff cock. The reaction was immediate: Jenny let out a deep moan that practically vibrated the floor. Their pace quickened, the primal slapping of his hips against hers echoing for all to hear. Jenny didn't need to move or didn't want to move. The Human was willing to do all the work for her.

A few more minutes of slapping and moaning passed, and Jenny let out an intense moan that signaled her orgasm. Vinny stood up and stretched his body out as if he had just gotten out of bed. Sitting up slightly to get a better look, Millie saw Jenny passed out on the floor.

"Figures she wouldn't have that much stamina." She turned her attention to the man. "Wait. He's still hard? Did he even cum?"

"Alright. Next is the nice Holstaur."

Tracy sat up before the Human could make his move and lifted her hand out toward the giant.

"Now wait a second! It's not that I don't find you handsome, I think you're a complete stud for fucking her brains out but-"

"All I'm hearing is that you don't want to do this, and that disappoints me."

"No! Not that! I want him to taste my milk. I was just hoping that you could be the one to fuck me."

Millie's brain ground to a halt. Apparently, the giant's brain did too because for a second she had a look of pure confusion. That quickly turned into a sadistic smile that turned her blood into ice.

"It all makes sense now. I saw the way you were looking at me back at the milk stand. I thought you were scared of me. Instead, I learn that you're another one of those people."

Vinny kneeled at her side and prepared to suckle on one of her massive udders. Kiva lowered a gigantic digit toward the trio, causing Millie to flinch. Instead of crushing them, the finger fell on top of Tracy. It was almost as long as she was tall! The black claw at the end added a good amount of length to it. Tracy straddled the finger and rubbed against it like it was a giant pillow. Millie was having trouble seeing the Human behind all the chaos until he sat up again and turned to the giant.

"Her milk is pretty plain. Good, but basic. Her type produces the most out of all of them though, so it's probably for the best."

The giant didn't seem to care. Millie could tell she was playing with herself past the cracked wall with her other hand. Her hips, even down on her knees, were much higher than the pitiful office building. She didn't have to exert any force to please Tracy, just sit there and get off to the sensation of a willing partner humping her finger.

"How about it, Vinny? Want to join her?" asked the colossus.

The Human turned his head to Millie. "I still have to take care of her, remember?"

The giant went back to ignoring them, content to please herself and her toy. Vinny casually shuffled over to her and kneeled between her legs.

"Why did I spread them out for him?"

Once again, the Human lined his erection up with her waiting entrance and slid it in. The sensation caught her completely off guard and forced a moan out of her lips. Vinny fell face-first into her chest and found a massive nipple to assault with his mouth. Millie could feel her milk spilling into his mouth with each movement. His sucking stayed in rhythm with his thrusts, each pounding of her pussy backed up by a tingling sensation on her chest.

Vinny eased off her chest and leaned up off her torso. "Hmm… That's really good. Best I've had."

He was still inside of her, and each insignificant movement made her want to squeal louder. But she could focus enough to understand him.

"Don't tell my wife I said this," he whispered "but I think your milk tastes better. It's creamier. Goes down easier. But not as sweet as your friend."

Millie doubted his wife would have heard them even if he shouted it. Tracy was grinding against her finger with reckless abandon, and Kiva had all the fingers on her other hand buried inside of her. She was getting so loud; Millie would be shocked if someone hadn't already called the police.

Her musing was interrupted when her partner decided he had waited long enough and thrust full force into her. Millie didn't take that lightly though. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him in, squeezing his head between her breasts and wrapping her legs around him. Vinny still had enough room to keep rutting into her, and the two of them found a quick rhythm to move at. The man's sweat was soaking into her fur. It smelled like him: That was the only good description for it. A wonderful smell that enveloped her and drove her mind wild. Minutes had passed and Millie had already cum, but the Human laying on top of her wouldn't give up.

"Oh fuck, is this what they mean by 'Human Endurance'? I thought that was just a joke people made back in high school locker rooms."

Finally, after an eternity of torment, Millie felt him thrust one last time into her and go completely limp. She could feel him being lifted and lowered by the steady rise and fall of her chest. Before today, she couldn't imagine something so small and fragile making her melt like this. And yet here she was, vision filled with stars and about to pass out thanks to one little man.

At some point, Vinny climbed off her chest while she was passed out. Mustering the will and strength to move, Millie shifted her body until she was sitting up. To her left, her friends were also just waking up and barely managing to sit themselves up. Suddenly remembering the hole in the ceiling, Millie's gaze went up and she witnessed the unusual couple in a vulnerable moment. The Human was fully clothed and standing on the giant Wolf's tremendous palm. He was leaning onto her nose and swaying left to right with her movements. They were discussing something, or they had finished discussing something. The Wolf kissed him with her oversized lips and lowered her hand outside the building, seemingly to let her boyfriend off her hand.

The trio of Cows had gotten to their feet and were now waiting for the colossal Wolf to decide their fate. Millie felt her stomach drop when she realized they were completely at her mercy.

"What were they talking about? Is she gonna kill us now that they're done with us? Could she even get away with that? I doubt she avoided drawing an audience after growing that big. But the government might be willing to sacrifice a few lives to appease their new giant pet."

Leaning over the office and practically shoving her face into it, the Wolf stared down the women like they were her next meal.

"I don't like you three much at all. My husband trusted you and you abused that trust. I know that most people don't care about Humans like I do, but that doesn't excuse your actions. I would have you three humiliated at the very least if it were up to me."

"If it were up to her… What does she mean?"

"Fortunately for you, my hubby is way too forgiving and knows you won't try this again. Unfortunately for you, I can still dish out a punishment as long as I don't hurt you."

Leaning over the building, they got a fantastic view of the Wolf's mammoth breasts hanging over them. Before Millie could react, the Wolf pinched her nipples and tugged at them like Millie had done so many times in the past.

"Open wide! I want you to know what you're competing with."

A torrent of creamy milk rained down on the group of bovine women like a thick waterfall. Still naked after their sex marathon, the ladies found no cover from the jets of milk assaulting them. The floor was soaked so thoroughly by her fluids, that Millie slipped and fell on her back. Reflex kicked in and she opened her mouth to scream, before being drowned out by a stream of milk forcefully slipping past her throat. The other two also fell during the onslaught, creating a pile of bodies in the center of the room.

Mille felt more than saw her punisher walk away with a rhythmic stomping that shook the ground and left ripples in the thin layer of milk over the carpet. She was content to just lay there, leaning on her friends, recovering from the most exhausting experience in her life. Her muscles were burning up, her heart was beating faster than it ever had, and her nerves were fried. The worst part was the guilt she felt after getting a mouthful of that creamy deluge.

"It actually tastes pretty good…"

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