A quick read trying out a second person perspective. Contains massive breasts and lactation.
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The great plains of Reencroft were vast and mysterious. Plenty of human kingdoms of the ancient world had discovered so little about it in the time they spent sifting through its miracles; great naturally occurring elixirs of life, pest controlling moss, fungal forests full of wizard's cleft and much of the human kingdom's concern was causing violence and how to be the best at causing violence. Then again, some of the simpler things in life are the true miracles and such a lesson had yet to be learned by the then primitive people as a whole.
You recognized the simpler pleasures, especially present in your current residence in Minoway. Magical medicine and machines of war alike were beyond your scope of emotional attachment. Sure, the moss you grew around your small field of wheat was nice, but magical plants were just a convenience. What you put passion towards crept further from the unnatural nature of magically imbued flora and closer to efficiency in farming.
This morning began as usual. You woke up a bit tired from your hard work yesterday, but nothing you were not used to. On your feet in a matter of minutes, you sorted out that morning's meal: some slices of raised wheat dough around slices of lettuce, tomato and... some peppers. That last ingredient used to be meat, you reminisced, but pork was rarer to come by out here, and beef was something you would not want to be caught dead with these days.
What am I thinking? I get the best cuts of beef every day.
That thought ran through your mind as you moved to the clay brick box on the ground. Inside was a pitcher of milk and other prepared foods sitting over evercool lilies. The milk itself was not as cool as it usually was in the mornings; you thought about feeding the evercools something special in hopes of helping them grow larger. With the milk, you poured yourself a fresh adobe cup and dug into breakfast.
Another fine meal. With some washing up you were ready for the day.
Working the fields was something you were used to, and with the aid of various herbs it took up far less of your time and energy than it did of your ancestors. With that leniency you let yourself be distracted from time to time. Today in particular, you were hoping for a very specific distraction to come by.
As you inspected a stunted stalk, you heard a crumpling of grass by your North wall. You took a quick look over; a pair of familiar black hooves were approaching. They supported plump sturdy legs that stemmed from some loose cloth shorts tied tight with a rope. A tail tipped with black tufts of hair danced side to side behind. That was nearly impossible to determine from your angle, though, you just knew. What stood in the way was a wide expanse of cloth covering two titanic breasts. Each shapely orb wobbled side to side with the motion of her legs. Their semi-squished spherical shape extended into two thick, long teats at the front, jutting out in different directions. The swinging bust then rested on the fence, strong crossed arms appearing above. The hands held a few metal buckets.
Your eyes then looked up to meet the gaze of the pretty creature. White curls of hair rolled over the sides of her pleasant smile, a black lock of hair framing the top of her forehead. Out from the white curls sprouted two cow horns pointing up. Her brown eyes had a sultry lowbrowed gaze.
"Hey neighbor! Sorry about coming early, it's clear I'm already distracting you."
Belle was one of the locals in Minoway, one of the namesakes even. You had grown closer with her in a number of ways, and her words teased at it. You realized now your hands were carefully examining the surface of a rock next to your original target stalk. With a charming grin you laughed at yourself.
You told her that you can't neglect any part of your farm; every stone needs to be perfectly shaped.
She laughed. "Cute cover story. I can walk around and stare at the ground if you wanna ignore me."
You let her know you had other plans for her.
She leaned further forward, pushing her chest even further past the fence. "Oh you do now?"
You told her the milk in your evercooler was a little warmer than usual. If you were gonna drink milk with your lunch, you'd want a fresh supply.
"Oh funny, I actually have the same problem! But I always have a fresh supply of milk on tap. If you wanted some, though..." A devious grin pushed across Belle's grin. She shook her pecs side to side, swinging both breasts with them, and her tail flicked far enough upwards to be seen. "...I brought some buckets you could borrow."
You walked over to the fence, a slight bulge forming under your short pants. As you approached, she set the buckets down on your side of the fence. Her hips shook side to side with content anticipation.
You knelt in front of her breasts. She jiggled them right in your face and giggled at what must have been hunger in your eyes. You then wondered aloud how full she must be right now.
"They're so swollen, they could pop. I came by early just to get that special attention they need."
Your hands pulled on Belle's nipples, bringing her breasts closer to you. She moaned as you pushed your face into her shirt and pushed you even further into her shirt. They felt full alright, and those nipples were so hard already. It was fun to sometimes play little games with Belle's big juicy tits to work her up, but she just laid it on the table how bad she needed relief. With how hard her natural milktanks felt, it was surprising her nipples had not begun to leak yet. Just as you thought that, however, her nipples felt a bit more wet.
"Nnn- oh! Look, you got my shirt wet..."
Your hands worked her shirt up from the bottom to her collar. Her breasts were still partially concealed, both nipples barely able to stay under the up pulled shirt. With a great flop they slapped down against the fence's boards. Each firm, veiny tank looked so good, plump and engorged right in your face. Two drops of milk hid in the tips of each nipple, slowly climbing out and leaking down.
Both breasts free and dripping, you moved a bucket beneath. Her hips gyrated more and more in anticipation as your hands felt around her nipples. As full as she was, it was always fun to just play with her flesh and you were not about to lose that opportunity. Your fingers dragged circles in her areolas, pushing against the taught milk swollen skin. As you made those circles you could feel her nipples get even longer, the milk ducts get looser, and Belle's little hip dance grow more impatient.
"Oh, they're leaking so much, could you please milk me?"
