On request by Spazerz.
well how does this sound?
A holstaur pushing her juggs upp against ya,Weresheep wiggling dat ass and a Inari with a really lose kimono showing of her shoulder action and all of them ask
Boobs,Butt or Shoulder!?
Fetishes: ass, butt, groping, big breasts, titfuck, titty fuck, spanking, masturbation
Tags: holstaur, weresheep, inari, mamono, monster girl, monster girl encyclopedia
NOTE: Boobs, Butt or Shoulder is a monster girl video game, as Spazerz told me.
Walking through a field of daffodils does wonders for your eyes and mindset.
You took another step forward, your shoes crunching the grass a little. The sight of yellowness, flowers, and mustard, along with the green grass, soothed your eyes and took your mind off the crazies at work.
Your boss was perfectly kind and understanding. It was your colleagues causing trouble. They did anything but work. Gossip, gossip, gossip all the time, and eat or drink. Oddly enough, you and your boss were the ones living in the same room to get away from your colleagues, and bitching about how little they did.
At least this walk home would let you forget their nonsense. You loved watching the sights of a lovely sunset going down in a field full of flashing yellow and drinking in the view. It was all you needed. And to watch the cows on the farm. Looks like one of them was loose now, you probably should tell the farmer.
You walked over to the cow you noticed. It was with its head down in the grass, probably grazing, and about to get lost soon if it went to find another pasture. You swatted the cow's behind, trying to get it to stand up and go back to its shed. You noticed something -- the 'cow' had hooves, but two of them, and even more surprisingly, her rear was oddly like a human's. You spotted a pair of very human hands in the grass. Maybe the farmer was trying to get it to go back in by acting like a cow too.
'Moooooo!!!!!'
The cow mooed and stood up. On two legs. Make that hooves. It turned to you and looked at you with a surprised, yet gentle expression on its face. It rubbed its rear and blinked in surprise, clearly wondering why you swatted it. The odd thing was that its top half was human all right. Even the thighs were human, extending down into soft fur where her lower legs were. Yep, it was a 'her', too, judging by the amazingly large breasts she was carrying around like two mountains. Her waist was motherly with slight love handles, but flat. She wasn't fat at all, just with the right amount of extra meat on her bones and sides. Her tail swished around as she nibbled a blade of grass and looked at you.
'Umm ... are you my new Master?' asked the holstaur.
'M-Master?' you said. 'Sorry, I made a mistake, I thought you were a cow. I --'
She giggled. 'Yes, silly, I'm a cow. Look!' She pointed to the top of her head, where two pointed horns stood. They were curved outwards, with the top halves bending back inwards and the tips facing each other.
'Uh, I can see that. What's this about a "Master"?'
She stared at you as if that was obvious. 'My Master. The one who owns me, loves me, and milks me.'
That's right, you'd read in the library that holstaurs needed to be milked regularly. They lactated constantly, and must be kept clean and dry. Especially their milk tanks. Holstaurs had very large breasts which could hold a few litres of milk and produce more than that. This holstaur's tits were better than the hentai anime you were fixated on, perhaps H- or J-cups. In other words, massive. She walked over to you with slightly sad, vulnerable eyes.
'You don't want to be my Master?'
'It's not that, really. You seem nice to have around, but I --'
She sniffled. 'Um, we don't have anyone around here to take care of us. I've felt so full and painful because of not being milked for two weeks. Even if you can't take me with you, could you at least relieve me this time? And if you come this way again, I would need your help. My breasts feel so full and swollen. See?'
She pulled off her top and stood in front of you. Just like that. Her naked breasts swung back and forth as she dropped her shirt on the grass. She walked up to you, staggering slightly because of the fullness of her breasts, and gently took your hands. Her eyes stared into your own, lowering your doubts and resistance. They were so gentle and soft, like they'd never held a glare or harsh look in her life. Perhaps she really hadn't.
'Please?' she said, her breasts pressing against you. 'I'll make it worth your while. My milk can fill you up, you won't need anything else. Try it.'
She picked up a milking stool which was nearby and sat down on it. She took your hands and gently moved them to her breasts.
'Please milk me,' she said, her soft eyes pleading with you. 'They really hurt.'
Taking that as cue, you started kneading your hands into her soft breasts. Instantly, a rush of milk travelled up them, and splashed out on the ground. She let out a little 'mooo!' as you squeezed the milk out of her. You pressed and kneaded her soft breasts like dough, sighing softly as you watched that delicious fluid shoot out of her nipples like a stream.
As if reading your mind, she reached back and took your head in a hand.
'Do you want to taste them too?' she asked. 'You like watching it rush out, so why not into your mouth? I don't mind. Here.'
She pulled you around to her front and tugged you down to your knees, holding your hands. She pulled your head closer to her tit and placed your lips on her nipple. With a quick squeeze of her hands, delicious, lukewarm milk flowed into your mouth. It exploded with flavour and sweetness, and before you knew it you were chugging down all the contents of her 'bottle' like a baby. You grabbed her boob and sucked away, squeezing and pressing her breast to ensure it was being drained of all milk. You automatically moved to her other breast and started licking and sucking away, enjoying her sweet produce. She patted your head and giggled a little when your mouth became a little more aggressive in trying to find the last sweet drops of milk after the rush. You grabbed hold of both her tits and started licking them all over, turned on by the physical contact with her womanly parts. You pinched and pulled her nipples a little roughly, licking between her breasts to see if any of that tasty liquid was still there.
'Awwww', said the holstaur, patting your head. 'I guess you need some other kind of relief, huh? Well, you can have that.'
She stood up and grasped her shorts, wiggling out of them and letting them fall to the ground with a swish. She walked over to you, getting on her knees and undoing your belt. She unbuttoned your jeans and they drop to the ground as their support goes. She lifted her heaving breasts and presses them around your cock, the soft skin rubbing up against the fabric of your briefs. You moaned and push forward a little. They felt amazing. Smooth, soft, and so large you couldn't see most of your underwear.
The holstaur started to lower your underwear to let your dick out. You were so hard you could break a hole in steel with it. She looked up as she hears the sound of hooves. You frowned and glanced around, wondering if there are more holstaurs.
The thing approaching you had fluffy fur like a strapless bikini bra and lower parts. It was another monster girl, a cross between a human and sheep. She walked slowly and had a rather sleepy, dazed smile on her face. She kept moving closer to you, looking as if she was sleepwalking. As she came near you, a strange, relaxing odour fills the air. You started feeling your eyelids droop, the only reason you were staying awake is the soft breasts pressing against your back. The weresheep's fluff was making you dozy, and it was hard to resist. You wanted to curl up on the holstaur's breasts or the weresheep's and just sleep there forever.
The weresheep smiles at you and moves over in front of you. She hooked a finger and thumb into her fluffy underwear and pulls it down. An explosion of musk and sexy feminine odour filled the air, making you sniff and groan in unbearable pleasure. You wanted to grab her and eat her pussy until she was a quivering mess, the only thing stopping you was the holstaur's breasts in the way. She let your underwear fall to the grass, pressing those large tits against your manhood and moving them up and down. A shiny drop of pre-cum flowed out of your cock and spread over her smooth skin. She raised a finger, wiped it over her skin and cleaned the precum off her, and sucked her finger clean. You grabbed her tits and begin thrusting into her cleavage at the sight, unable to resist the holstaur using her tongue on her finger like you hoped she would on your cock. The weresheep grinned at the pleasure she knew you were feeling (though in a very sleepy way) , and bent over in front of you, showing you her ass.
You stared at her milky-white butt as you thrust into that amazing cleavage. The weresheep's ass was oh so perfect, better than a Venus. Flawless skin, round, soft, and the deep valley between those shapely buns hinted at a more pleasurable place your cock could be. You wanted to run your tongue up and down that smooth and clean ass crack to see what her feminine odours were like, and how those ass cheeks tasted. She started flexing and releasing one of her cheeks, wiggling it in your face. You gave a particularly hard thrust into the holstaur's tits and raised your hand over the weresheep's ass. You brought it down with a crack, the impact leaving a hand print on that jiggly booty and making ripples pass through it like waves. The weresheep moaned at the sound and burn of your strong hand against her behind and chose to bend over even more. She began shaking and moving her ass from side to side, even up and down like a YouTube twerking cam model, only sexier. Little waves of rippling bum fat travelled over her amazing buns each time she shook and jiggled that ass for your tittyfucking pleasure.
