The people have spoken, and here are the poll results: "Mommy" the holstaur vs. Bobbin the hob, straw boss of the Ambrosia Ranch! The following is set deep in the past of the Monstrous Ranch, so you don't need any context to enter into it save the following: Bobbin helps run a ranch of imprisoned monster girls, and the holstaur is one of the most, er, troublesome inmates.
Bobbin made her way to the old barn, whistling a slow, lilting tune. She was in an excellent mood. Master was off dealing with some new livestock—a couple of
delicious
slime girls whom Bobbin had suggested putting to work in the cranberry bog—and she had been the only one around this morning to help their dear werewolf through the loneliness. There were few experiences quite like dominating a tamed werewolf in heat.
Of course, in all her excitement to toy with the woman, she had sort of forgotten to see to her own needs. She hoped to amend this little oversight now.
The interior of the Ambrosia Ranch barn was, as ever, tidy—Bobbin spent a lot of time here, after all, and house fey were naturally tidy creatures. She leaned over and fixed a fallen rake as she made her way toward the stall on the far side of the barn.
The lithe hob stopped when she came to the stall entrance, leaning over to peer inside.
Unlike the other stalls in this barn, this stall was blanketed with soft, bright green grass. A massive armchair of billowing blue silks rested in the stall's center, and atop the chair lounged a gorgeous fey woman Bobbin knew quite well.
The silver-haired holstaur smiled back, eyes heavy-lidded and coy. "Well,
hello,
Bobbin." She had two curved bull horns atop her head. Her breasts were unspeakably massive, and they immediately drew Bobbin's eyes like magnets. They were just-so-slightly flushed, tastefully (and ineffectively) concealed behind a length of lacework. A large silver cowbell hung around her neck, nestled in the very edges of her cleavage. She gave a knowing smile. "Are you here to milk me?" Her fingers played over one of her nipples, causing it to trickle a tiny droplet of holstaur milk.
Bobbin unconsciously licked her lips. She took a deep breath—thoughtlessly breathing in the sweet, slightly spicy aroma of the milk—and tried to steady herself. "Hello, Laca. No, not today."
"Oh,
really
?" The way Laca said it made her disbelief quite evident, and Bobbin shivered slightly, knowing how easily that 'no' could become a 'yes'.
A 'soon', maybe. After all, Bobbin rationalized, she would have to milk the holstaur soon enough anyways. Master would no doubt appreciate her doing the work for him. Unlike Bobbin, the Ranch's human master always had so much trouble resisting Laca's unique charms, and the milk had
such
an effect on him.
"U-um..." Bobbin cleared her throat and smiled. "Well, not now, anyways. I actually came because I had something I wanted to talk to you about, Laca. Jill's been acting oddly."
"Oh." Laca started pinching her nipples, giving a soft wispy moan. "And how is the dear, sweet stockgirl?"
"She's..." Bobbin carefully kept her gaze trained on Laca's big, brown eyes. As horny as she was, all it would take was one look at Laca's udders to draw her in like a fish on a line. "She's fine, Laca. But she's seemed... distracted today. I know she milked you yesterday."
"Jealous?" Laca purred. The holstaur squeezed her left breast.
"A little," Bobbin admitted with a grin. "You know I do love playing with you."
"Is that what you call it?"
She's in a weird mood today.
Usually the holstaur could sense when Bobbin was in the domme mode, and she always readily switched for her. Apparently she'd decided she wanted to play resistant today. Well, Bobbin could play along. "Well, I know your slutknockers are what I'm really playing with. But I think we both know they're the ones thinking for your dumb cow brain when I start touching them." She winked. "Anyways, I really wanted to know about..."
Laca traced a finger across her nipple and brought it up to her lips, now dripping with milk. Bobbin trailed off as Laca slowly started to suck the finger clean. She watched as the holstaur savored her own milk, feeling a growing familiar need building in her.
Her mouth was growing dry. That was always the first sign that she would soon have her lips locked firmly onto one of Laca's nipples, suckling like a desert wanderer who'd just reached an oasis.
But damn it, she still had things she needed to talk about. "Th-the, um..." She thought frantically. What had she wanted to discuss, again? Milk. Jill had been milking Laca. Milking. milk. Sweet , spicy milk that made her head heavy and tingly, made her so, so horny... not that she wasn't horny already...
"Aw." Laca took her finger out, a sly smile on her perfect features. "Are we feeling
thirsty?
" she cooed, as she had done so many times over the years.
And it always had the same effect. Bobbin's tongue fumbled. "Ye..." She cut herself off, biting her lip. "I, um... I need to..." Her mind scattered as a driblet of milk slipped down Laca's lip, only to be licked up. Why was she here, again?'
"Milk me?" Laca asked sweetly. Her eyelashes fluttered.
Bobbin blinked. Oh. Oh, yes.
It finally clicked into place. Bobbin...
needed
to milk Laca. It would make it so much easier to concentrate when she didn't have that task hanging over her head. Work before pleasure. Work before pleasure.
"Uh-huh," she said vacantly, making her way over. She fumbled around at her feet, eyes not leaving Laca's swelling breasts, and felt for the bucket. "
Mmmilk
..."
"Milk," Laca agreed smugly.
Bobbin knew she was giving in too easily, but she didn't care. She'd been planning on doing this anyways. She reached forward, taking a deep breath to clear her head, and grasped Laca's firm right tit. It was soft and yielding, but solid, and Bobbin knew all too well how easy it was to drift to sleep with her head resting between these.
Confirming that the bucket's enchantment was active, she reached forward with her other hand and gently tickled Laca's nipple.
"Ooh!" Despite knowing it was coming, Laca's lips half-opened in pleasure and relief as the milk spurted out and guided itself into the pail. She leaned back, eyes closing. "Good girl. Good girl!"
This was what holstaurs lived for, Bobbin knew. A holstaur longed for one thing: A mouth at her teat, sucking away. They were generous lovers in that regard. But humans—and some fey—could be affected in powerful, dangerous ways by that milk. Holstaurs rarely cared about such things, though, as long as the suckling continued.
Bobbin stared numbly at the breast as she continued to tickle, drawing more and more pleasured moans out of Laca. She could watch this all day. But as much as she longed to—as much as she longed to tackle the holstaur and suckle until her fellow fey was mooing like a prized heifer—she was starting to remember why she was here.
"Jill," she said softly, reaching over to tickle the other breast. Laca's squeals hit a separate octave. For a moment, Bobbin relished the control, even though she was already feeling the temptation to just lean in and submit to suckling hours bliss from Laca's teat. "Why is Jill staying in her room?"
"Oh..." Laca licked her lips. "She's..." She wriggled in pleasured agony as Bobbin's tickling drew more and more pleasure and milk from her fertile body. "She''s—
a good girl
!" The statement had the undertone of something wrenched from her. Bobbin initially grinned, proud of how effortlessly she could control this livestock.
Then the words sank in, and her eyes narrowed. "Oh, really?"
"Yes..." Laca's eyes opened partway, and she stared weakly up at Bobbin. "It's s-so hard for a poor dear like her to resist someone like me and my 'slutknockers'.
Aah!
She just... can't help herself... and wh-who can?"
"You dosed her." Bobbin licked her lips. Gods, her mouth was bone-dry. She watched hungrily as the milk practically poured from Laca's sweet, delectable body. Surely a few sips couldn't hurt? "You got her to suckle and you... took advantage."
"Oh, baby..." Laca giggled, then bit her lip as another gleam of pleasure sparkled through her bedroom eyes. "She begged me for it.
Begged
to do as I willed. Who wouldn't?"
Bobbin scowled, even as her fingers sped up the pace on Laca's magnificent tits. Laca wasn't yielding like she usually did—she was orgasming, yes, but she still seemed mostly in control of herself. She usually started begging around this time, as far as Bobbin could remember. "Very naughty, Laca."
"Oh?" Laca batted her eyelashes. "Is Mommy naughty, Bobbi?" Her hand climbed up and gripped Bobbin's wrist.
Despite herself, Bobbin flinched. "Hands off," she mumbled.
"J-Jill couldn't even help herself," Laca cooed, slowly petting Bobbin's hand. "One look at my breasts was all it
took
, baby. When someone gets so horny, so needy, so
thirsty
...
oh
, they'll do whatever Mommy wants.
Aah
!" She started to tremble and shake as a long, powerful orgasm poured through her curvy body. Bobbin watched, biting her lip, as her breasts bounced and jiggled. "S-she—
ooh, fuck
, she couldn't tear her eyes away!"
Bobbin's lips parted slightly as she watched Laca's breasts swing back and forth. Her whole mind felt... bouncy. Jiggly. She had never felt like this before. Or... had she? She had the strangest sense of deja vu, but it was so hard to concentrate on such things when she had to focus on tickling more and more wonderful, sweet, spicy milk out of Laca.
Laca stroked Bobbin's hands fondly, as if she was somehow taking charge of her own pleasuring. "She didn't even realize," the holstaur murmured, "how
obedient
she really was for Mommy. She just kept milking me. And these 'slutknockers', as you call them, made her...
such
a little darling slut."
"Mm..." Bobbin's mouth was very, very dry. She gave a snort. "You are in a lot of trouble, Laca." But even as she spoke, her tickling was beginning to give way to long, deliberate strokes, and her spirit seemed to soar as she felt that sweet, spicy, tingly milk streak past her fingertips.
This technique was not especially effective for getting milk out of Laca, but Laca always loved it. Bobbin wasn't sure why she was focusing on Laca's pleasure right now. It just came naturally.
Laca gave a little chuckle. "Call me Mommy, Bobbin."
"What?" Bobbin was taken aback. For a moment, her eyes climbed to Laca's big brown orbs, but they inevitably fell back down to the breasts. Laca's eyes were sparkling with excitement. "That's your domme name, Laca," Bobbin said, smiling slightly. "You don't call me Master all the time, so why would I call you Mommy now?"
"Oh, I don't know," Laca said, with a smug smile, "but you
want
to, don't you?"
"Eh. Not really."
"It will feel so nice, baby. Such a sweet relief."
Bobbin licked her lips. It took a few licks to wet them now. "I think you're in over your head this morning, Laca."
"But you want to."
"I—"
"You
know
how sexy it always feels to call me Mommy, don't you?" The holstaur giggled. "Just imagine how sexy it will feel to call me Mommy all the time, baby Bobbi. It'll feel so
good
