Epilogue
Bound in a padded pillory, I waited in the red barn that was tinier by far than even the modest one near the school. There were wooden windchimes that Namali had carved, which sang with the open breeze that passed through the open door. It cooled my skin and carried the salty smell of sea-air with it. The hay beneath me was the same soft stuff that smelled so nice, which comforted me greatly. This personal barn was the newest addition to the home we had all built for ourselves-all the friends I had made since arriving in this world.
Hyrranesus entered and fed me a milk candy from her palm before extending that same hand out and pulling a bit of milk from one of my breasts. She pressed the drops to her mouth, closed her eyes, and touched herself for several seconds. When she let out a moan, I thought to myself that maybe she was having so much fun that she had forgotten the reason for why she was here. However, she eventually knelt, smiled at me, and said, "It's absolutely ready."
I smiled, relief washing over me. Finally, this whole ordeal was over. I had hoped that my healing milk might have been ready a month before, when I had first returned from the Other Place. While my journey had made my milk much stronger, it had simply not been possible to make myself grow into the person I wanted to be overnight. But with my found-family there to support me, the lessons I'd learned in all that had happened, and the weekly therapy sessions with the Director, this last step had now become possible.
Fortunately, my immediate aid had not been necessary. The kinky fundraising efforts of Jagras had resulted in a large amount of food being bought from surrounding villages, towns, and cities. And after Jagras and I put together a kink carnival for both Kink University and the Other Place, the leaders began coordinating their efforts at diplomacy to gain additional aid on behalf of the goblin people.
"I'll just attach these, and we'll be able to get our first batch out today," Hyrranesus said as she attached her magic automatic milkers to each of my nipples.
The stimulation from them felt good, and I couldn't help but let out a relieved, "Moo!"
"Damn it," Hyrranesus said as she began to remove her canvas coveralls. She then laid back in the straw with her bare hips under my face, put her feet on the low-pillory, and then pressed her hips up so that her sex covered my mouth. Her red pubic hair over her green nymph skin was soft against my nose. "You're just too cute for your own good, little cow. I'd better enjoy while I can."
I licked eagerly at her sex, noting again the honey-like aftertaste that seemed unique to her ... and maybe other nymphs as well.
Meanwhile, I let my thoughts drift lackadaisically to my friends. By and large, Faublien and Mystery became part-time members of Caid's crew. They spent a lot of time out on adventures with their significant others. However, they had spent at least a week of the past month sitting out boring-sounding adventures in favor of hanging out with us on the property right outside of Crudehook.
Fortunately, I had not needed to worry about building everything myself. Everyone pitched in so that we could have a small house with beds for myself, Daava, Aamalyn, and Namali-along with a guest bed. Of course, beds were frequently shared or joined together. However, we weren't the only ones living there.
Early on, I had asked faculty to help me deliver a letter to Zolreya. It had taken a while, needing to be delivered via ponygirl, sorted and sealed for underwater travel by the merpeople, and finally delivered when it was discovered where Zolreya was residing. She had only arrived in the last week, and had started work on semi-submerged, one-room boathouse of sorts.
