Urban Oddballs: Milf Shakes
Zeba took out her earring as she looked at herself in the mirror, approving of her red dress and flat ironed hair. She walked out of her bedroom, stretching her arms as she did so. Her phone rang, and looking down at it she smiled, walking towards her front door.
"Hey Annry, thank you for coming! When Dodger said he had an urgent thing to attend to at work and none of the other girls were answering their phones I wasn't sure what I was going to do!"
Annry looked at the sheep satyr milf with curious eyes.
"So I take it you're going out with that blue Spear-Ogre guy huh?"
"Oh yes, Steven is a bit rough but he's super sweet. Thank you again for not turning him in!" Zeba giggled, adjusting her pearl bell necklace.
"Yeah, uh, no problem. So do they...talk at all?" Annry asked, pointing at the face of a smaller adult sheep satyr poking out behind Zeba.
"Oh well sometimes, but they have a bit of a hard time enunciating," Zeba giggled, rubbing her artificial hand across her daughter's head. Annry studied the girl with cautious eyes.
'So they're all about Gaxi's height I guess, and judging from this one, all of them have artificial limbs like their mother. What's with the number on her left breast though, and why aren't they dressed to begin with?"
"Girls, come meet Auntie Annry!" Zeba yelled.
All at once little sheep girls popped out from around the house, coming to the attention of their mother. Zeba smiled as they all formed a little line near the front door. She passed each one and called off their names.
"Here is One, here is Two, here is Three, here is Four, here is Five, and this is Sarah!"
Annry looked on with a grin, though she was a bit confused.
'
So what? She named them by the number branded into their tits. Well, except for that one. Why does she look so different from the other dumb little runts?'
Hi there, girls!" Annry said with a fake smile, waving to the tiny women. The rest of them responded in a squeaky bleep, all except for Sarah who looked at Annry with apathetic eyes.
"Come now, be polite!" Zeba frowned, nudging Sarah. She looked up at her mother, then back at Annry.
"Hey."
Annry smiled and responded.
"Why hello little one, I see you can talk."
'Gods, this one is weird, why the fuck is she glaring at me?"
Annry thought, stepping further into the home and observing its interior.
"Ah, well, food is in the fridge. If you need any help, Sarah knows where everything is. See you around nine, later girls!" Zeba rushed, blowing her children a kiss as she made her hasty exit.
Annry waved as the door slammed with a sudden bang. She then looked over the children before her and scratched her head.
'Shit now what?'
****
Sometime later Zeba arrived at Steven's place, which was the very same large apartment complex near the side of town where the party had fought Don Brine. Nervous but excited she entered the foyer of the building, taking in the sight of the rather shabby interior. She refused to judge, knowing that he was a grunt for a crime boss and therefore living in a place like this was to be expected. She rang the buzzer for the 5
th
floor and spoke into the intercom.
"Hey Steven, it's Zeba, could you let me up?"
The door near the end of the foyer opened. She walked through it and sighed, greeted by several flights of stairs proceeding her. Taking another breath, she climbed them, though due to not being in the best of shape, the climb was a bit harder than she thought it would be
.
'Oh I hope I don't sweat away my perfume, though maybe the smell of exhaustion turns him on?'
When she reached the landing of his apartment she found him waiting with open arms.
"Welcome Zeba, welcome! Come inside, I have dinner on!" Steven bellowed, his muscles rippling as he did so. Zeba entered the large man's abode.
It was what you would expect from a single man's apartment, turning out to be a not very well decorated dwelling with little more than the bare minimum needed to get by.
"What are you cooking? It smells great!" Zeba giggled, her nose sniffling the aroma wafting through the air.
"Oh, uh it's some roasted vegetables I whipped up. I figured you didn't eat meats, so this was the next obvious go to!" Steven laughed as he set the table.
'Wow, I was right, he is a big sweetie!'
Zeba thought, giggling to herself as she took her seat at the table that was sitting in the man's living room. Steven looked on at his date with longing eyes from the kitchen.
'She's so damn hot, that red dress is fucking banging. Her breasts are practically hanging out, that bell only adds to it. Is she bigger than the other day?'
These thoughts rushed through his head as he prepared his love's plate. After adding a few garnishes for color he reappeared.
"Uh, sorry it took so long, here we are!" Steven sat the plate before his date, but then gulped. "Oh, sorry, I forgot the wine!"
'Oh, am I making him nervous? That's super cute!"
Zeba giggled as Steven returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"Hehe, pouring it up now!" he murmured as the sound of the cork popping echoed off the brick walls of his abode. After filling both her glass and his with the red liquid he placed the bottle on the table and sat down across from her.
"Uh, dig in please," He grumbled through his deeply grizzled tone. The moment was pregnant as he looked at his love, picking up the fork and stabbing the roasted artichoke with it. The moment hung heavier as the fork made its voyage to her plump red lips. He waited for what seemed like a millennia until she finally bit into it.
"Wow this is good, I mean really good! I didn't know you were this good of a cook, Stevey!" She smiled. Steven's eyes rolled back.
"Thank the gods, you like it! Whew! I'm not very good with them 'plant meals'."
"Hehe, you've done a beautiful job darling. I mean, wow, I can't stop eating them!" Zeba cooed as she rubbed her cheek with glee.
"So, uh I guess small talk is next. Um, how's the Outter life going?" Steven asked, not really sure what to say.
"Oh, things have been going rather well so far. We got two new members, um, and we fought a Minotaur guy, and uh yeah, that's pretty much it." Zeba answered between shoving artichokes past her lips.
"Ah, that's cool. Thanks again for not turning me in, and, uh, sorry for back when me and Zeeks fucked you in front of the boss's place," Steven grumbled feeling guilty about his previous actions.
"Nahh it's cool, you were under the temptation of my music. I was just going to put you guys to sleep, so it was really my bad. Though I am sorry about me and the girls getting your boss thrown in jail," Zeba responded, touched by his heartfelt apology.
"Eh, it wasn't a huge loss. That fat ass hardly paid us anything, though I did hear that old Don B ended up in Bramble Coffin Prison," Steven whispered, munching on his artichoke.
"Woah, that's rough. Well, um, where are you working now?" Zeba asked, not really concerned about Steven's old boss but more about him and where he was going in his life.
"Well I'm working security for this old dude and his mansion full of CDGs. I forgot his name, um, shit I think it started with an 'A' or something," Steven said, scratching his bald head with his fork.
"Well, is it good work?" Zeba asked, swirling her fork at him.
"Yeah, he pays well and he's not a bad guy to be around, so I'd say its good work, "Steven said, proud of his current employment.
"That's good. Well the place looks...nice!" Zeba said, looking around for an object of interest.
"Hey I've been meaning to ask you again, I guess because I forgot. What's up with the limbs, uh, did you have an accident or something?" Steven asked, though immediate regret showed on his face when he thought of the insincerity of this question. Picking up on his regret, Zeba calmed him.
"Its fine, its fine, uh when I was born, the owner of my 'Barn' cut them off."
"Like, they just cut them off, like snip, snip?" Steven asked, looking at Zeba while making a scissoring motion with his fingers.
"Uh well yeah, back like a decade or two ago that was the regular thing to do. Animal girls that shared a similar makeup with farm animals were treated as such. So, I imagine fattening and amputation were common place, though chicken harpies got it bad," Zeba recoiled as if remembering something awful.
"Oh, wait did they, like, gut them like actual chickens? Fuck, then what about the turkey and duck girls?" Steven thought out loud as he tried to remember if he'd eaten any, becoming sad when he realized the gravity of what he had done.
"I mean it's alright if you've partaken in animal girl flesh, it was a different time. Things are more civilized now, even though they could be a little better," Zeba said with a cheerful demeanor that petered down into uncertainty as she continued to talk.
"Whew, so I guess it wasn't 'best' to pluck your limbs off back there then, I'm so sorry. I mean look I'm just a dumb thug, the dick's wants are sometimes stronger than the head meat's wants, ya' know?" Steven said, rubbing his head in sorrow.
"Listen, if I'm coming straight with you, limbless sex was pretty fucking hot...in fact, fuck it."
Zeba stood up from the table and sat down on the floor, removing her dress, necklace, and underwear in a flurry of dedication. Following the act of stripping she sealed the deal by unlatching the hinges on her legs and arms. The artificial limbs detached from her body with a mechanical pop, leaving her defenseless and naked.
"This is my declaration of trust to you, feel free to do what you like!"
Steven looked down at her, dumfounded as he stared on in disbelief. A little voice whispered in his head.
'She is a sheep, right? Despite that shit she went on about she's still a fucking sheep, and a fat one at that. You could sell all of that meat for a hefty sum right now if you weren't such a coward. The seasoning in her food made her retain water so she's nice and bloated, the wine has only marinated her insides.'
