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.
It had been nice to see her again, and equally so to find how well she and Namali hit it off. I was actually relieved that Namali had somewhere she liked to be when things got loud around the main house. And I suspected a romance to be blossoming there.
Hyrranesus shouted and let out a shudder as she orgasmed-bringing be back to the present moment. She waited for a moment before sitting up and patting me on the head. "Such a good little cow." She then moved to check the bottles, followed by my breast. Making an indistinguishable sound to herself, she retrieved a bucket from outside and began to wash me down with warm water.
It was nice having Hyrranesus around. With her only student gone, she had returned to her research and travelling abroad. However, she had promised to visit once a month. She said it was to check my progress and consult on ways to improve my healing milk. In fact, the small barn had been her idea and project. However, she was always sure to add how much she missed her little cow.
After a few more minutes of washing and cleaning, Hyrranesus took the glass bottles from the machine, sealed them, and put them in a canvas bag. Then she said, "I'll take these down to Crudehook today. Starting tomorrow, Crudehook will be sending someone each morning to retrieve your milk from Daava. Don't worry, I've told her how to operate the machine, and she seems quite eager."
"Very eager," Daava, who had been standing in the doorway, said with a grin. "Please don't bother releasing her quite yet."
Hyrranesus bowed graciously. "You are the ... well, the boss around here, I suppose." She gave a friendly wink before waving us goodbye.
