Just like she was tingly right now! But, Frieren's cock-addled brain realized, beating off didn't feel as good as getting spanked. She liked beating off, and she'd keep doing it, no doubt at all, but she yearned for something more. Her hands were just an adequate lover. She wanted—
"Oh, won't somebody please save me from this barbarous cow?♡"
Her head swung toward the source of the noise, the two women she had so quickly forgotten in her haste to get her hands on her dick as quickly as possible. Frieren's ears twitched. Two women. Frieren's cock throbbed powerfully. Women. Her balls jumped.
Females.
Urges she never had before her dick screamed at Frieren to go to them, and she did—crawling on all fours with a manic smile curling her lips. She remembered the inn—how badly she had wanted sex, and how horribly she had denied herself. Whatever self-control she had then had burned away somewhere around her fifteenth or fiftieth cumshot. Frieren didn't recognize the warrior lady as anything other than a woman, a potential partner who had her ass facing her way and whose hips looked oh so grabbable.
So Frieren grabbed them. She squeezed them and they were meaty. She snorted, "Buhubuhu." The purplish nasty lady said something, then the purple-haired warrior lady said something, but Frieren wasn't listening. Her cock was so hard and the warrior lady's ass was so soft. Frieren squeezed it between her hands and groaned. Her hips thrust automatically, a reflexive response. Dumbly, Frieren realized she couldn't fuck the warrior lady unless she took her hands off her hips and guided her cock in. Frieren didn't want to do that, but she also didn't want to be stuck rutting between the warrior lady's ass cheeks.
Her dilemma solved itself when something coiled around her cock and tugged it into place. Frieren's lips pursed whorishly and she nearly collapsed, resting her huge tits on the warrior lady's back before her hips jumped forward.
She was in. She was fucking a real pussy with her cock.
It felt so much better than her hands.
She couldn't help it.
She squealed.
Like a pig.
"Bugyu! Bugyi! Buhiiiiiiiii!"
***
Fern didn't know what to do. She had been told her first time would hurt, but that wasn't true at all.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Miss Frieren fucking her felt damningly good. She had experimented—with her hands, with toys (toys she very carefully hid from the investigative Miss Frieren), even with some "multipurpose" vibration magic she'd taught herself on the sly—but no amount of experimentation prepared her for the real thing. She grit her teeth, afraid of biting her tongue, and tried to think of a way out of her predicament.
She was trapped between a cock and a soft place. Nimane kept trying to squirm free, and Miss Frieren was fucking her forward not down so her added weight was no practical help at all. "Stop moving," she growled through clenched teeth.
"Me, or Miss Piggy?♡" came the flirty reply.
"Both."
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen. Isn't that right, piggy?♡"
"Pugyuu!" Miss Frieren squealed her agreement. She was stuck rutting, and Fern stuck dealing with the constant intrusion of her cock on her thoughts. As it turned out, it was hard to think clearly and rationally while your teacher fucked you.
"Hnnn!" She couldn't keep it out of her voice. Miss Frieren's movements were artless and animalistic, but they were effective. Every thrust caused an explosion of color in Fern's head and made it harder for her to keep the succubus immobilized.
Eventually, her grip slipped. Just for a moment. A particularly strong thrust from Miss Frieren made Fern seize up, and that was all it took for Nimane to tear her hands free—and plant them on Fern's chest.
"Finally.♡ You know, I really don't care for stubborn girls.♡ They're rarely worth the extra effort.♡ But with udders like these, I think you just might be.♡"
With the succubus free Fern needed to move. She tried to bolt—but was anchored in place by Miss Frieren's cock and Nimane's fingers. Milk spurted from her nipples.
"So productive.♡ You must have spent some quality time with my pets.♡ Did you enjoy their kisses?♡" she teased, expertly tugging and squeezing. "You must have played with yourself a lot to get this big.♡"
Fern had stopped paying attention to her tits' growth during her search for Miss Frieren, but the demon's words made her flush with shame. "I didn't—mmmn! If I hadn't they would have grown even bigger!" she protested, and the succubus burst out laughing.
"Is that what you told yourself?♡ Maybe you really are worth it.♡ How delusional can one cow be?♡ You're a perfect match for your master, both such stupid cattle.♡"
"Stuuuupid! Pugyu!" Miss Frieren was bent over, hugging Fern's waist, and Fern was reminded once again just how heavy she was. And how soft. Fern groaned and hated how horny the sound came out.
***
The warrior lady was so soft. Frieren couldn't get enough. Something about her was familiar, but Frieren didn't have the patience to puzzle that out just yet. She had dick-for-brains and the only cure was to bury herself deep in the pussy before her. All her blood, strength, and intelligence drained down to fill her dick and Frieren flopped forward, wrapping her arms around the warrior lady's stomach and planting wet kisses up her back.
But even a cock-crazy fuck-frenzied elf had her limits, and Frieren was quickly approaching hers. Her thrusts became shallow, frantic bunny-humps rather than the long powerful thrusts she yearned to breed the warrior lady with. She spewed cum in a constant, tepid stream, and the warrior lady's pussy foamed where Frieren's increasingly thin sperm spilled out.
She was slowing down, but she couldn't stop. Her cock demanded she continue, and Frieren was a slave to the male organ. Her bimbo brain meant she was subordinate to any and all cocks—even including one attached to her. So she kissed, squeezed, and humped until her kisses were all tongue, her squeezes were strong as a kitten, and her humps resembled a slug's slow crawl. She continued to convert mana to cum, continued to spurt inside the warrior lady's pussy, but Frieren was done. She couldn't move any more.
"Piggy, who said you could stop?♡"
That was, until she felt something poking around her crotch, pushing her heavy, occasionally jerking nutsack out of the way. The slack-jawed bimbo elf shuddered as the thing traced her labia. It had a strange texture, like sealskin. Frieren wondered what it was, then immediately discarded all thoughts entirely when it plunged in and gouged out her pussy.
"Pogyu!" Frieren squealed.
"What did you do to her?!" a familiar voice demanded.
"Nothing, really, I just thought her piggy pussy needed a little attention.♡ I'm woman enough to handle both of you at once, and besides, it's just my tail.♡"
Frieren tightened her grip around the warrior lady into a bear hug. Stimulation from her dick alone had almost driven her mad with lust—with something eel-like thrashing her pussy she was going well and truly insane from the combined stimulation of her male and female pleasure centers.
It was the kind of hedonistic experience that forever ruined normal sex.
***
Fern thought it was over, that she'd get a break from one of her two major problems—then the succubus started fucking Miss Frieren with her tail and suddenly she was worse off than ever. Fern didn't think men could keep cumming like Miss Frieren did. There must have been some magic involved, because Fern's belly was starting to bulge—modestly—from the sheer volume of semen Miss Frieren was pumping into her. Her womb was drowning in steaming hot girlspunk.
If she got pregnant would—
No! Fern shook her head. She was slipping. And who could really blame her? Miss Frieren had mounted her like a horny pig and was smacking her hips against Fern's in a breeding frenzy that proved infectious.
And if had been just Miss Frieren breeding her pussy, Fern might have been able to manage.
"You really thought that milking yourself would impede your growth?♡ So De♡Lu♡Si♡On♡Al.♡" Miss Frieren's nuts refused to run out of cum, and Fern's tits refused to run dry of milk. Nimane squirted some in her mouth and made a show of savoring the taste. Contentedly smacking her lips, she said, "It's the opposite.♡ If you had simply let the poison run its course without giving in to the temptation of touching your tits, you'd have been just fine.♡ But you couldn't do that, and these slutty tits are proof.♡"
Between the two, the succubus was somehow worse than Miss Frieren. She must have used some magic; Fern couldn't believe that getting milked felt better than being bred. It didn't make any logical sense, but she couldn't deny her feelings—and her nipples sang with pleasure under Nimane's ministrations.
And as if to prove the demon right, her boobs grew at a steady pace, swelling fatter, meatier, and milkier as Nimane's sharp nails pulled titgasm after titgasm out of her alongside her creamy bounty.
"Stop," she finally begged. What other option did she have left? What could her pride accomplish when it had been trampled on so thoroughly? Miss Frieren was humping her hips like a dumb animal and she herself was hardly in a better state. The demon was intelligent, maybe she could bargain with it.
"Stop what?♡ Again, you have to be more specific.♡"
"Stop pulling on my nipples," Fern whimpered.
"Oh, of course, I can do that.♡" Nimane released Fern's teats and they dangled heavily, swaying like pendulums as Miss Frieren made her body rock. Fern had a moment's respite before the succubus grabbed her tits and squeezed and a fountain of milk sprayed forth.
"You saidddddd!" Fern whined piteously.
"We never said anything about squeezing.♡" The demon's indigo cleavage was splotched with white. Whatever her minidress was made of, it was hydrophobic: Fern's milk spilled off in fat beads.
"Stoppppp." Fern knew she sounded pathetic—she barely recognized the sound of her own voice. Impossible as it seemed, she needed to do something and fast. Miss Frieren showed signs of slowing down again—her squeals were ragged and broken up by breathless panting. Even the demon was distracted—Nimane had released her tits to rummage through Miss Frieren's glitzy coinpurse. For a moment Fern wondered what use Nimane had for money, why she would allow Fern a chance to escape like this, but that was a mystery she could question later, when she was safely away.
Shrugging off Miss Frieren took most of Fern's remaining strength, but she managed—Miss Frieren gave a plaintive squeal as she grasped at the air and fell. In a stroke of good fortune, Miss Frieren immediately prioritized the next-closest mate and grabbed Nimane's thigh to hump against.
Fern didn't have it in her to be thankful to her stupid teacher, but an obstacle was an obstacle. She'd get away from the demon, not touch her boobs while she waited out the poison, circle around for her sword, and come back ready for a fight. It wasn't much of a plan, but she didn't have much in the way of alternatives. Nimane's voice rang out just before Fern barreled into the underbrush.
"Found it.♡"
Tonk.
Fern froze midstep. The sound carried further than it should. It was a sound she knew but couldn't remember. The contradiction held her in place, familiarity mixing with peculiarity.
ii
"Haha, it works just like piggy said.♡"
Tonk.
Fern's eyelids fluttered. She had to escape, but—
Tonk.
She had to focus on the cowbell.
Tonk.
Hearing the cowbell made her suggestible.
Tonk.
She couldn't think about anything else when she heard the cowbell.
Tonk.
The cowbell made her docile.
Tonk.
The cowbell made her easy to control.
Tonk.
Fern's eyelids settled on a deep half lid as she slipped into a trance. She swayed uncertainly from side to side. Her arms dangled purposelessly. She wasn't thinking—just listening for the sound that held so much power over her. Nimane cleared her throat.
"March back here and stand at attention,♡" she ordered, and with the certainly uncertain gait of a dreamwalker Fern parade stepped back to stand before the demon, who had reclaimed Frieren as her chair. "At attention," Nimane said, "means shoulders back, tits out, hands behind your head.♡"
Tonk.
Nimane struck the bell and Fern obeyed. Like a mannequin given life, she slowly posed for the demon, exactly as instructed. Her arms went over her head, then folded back to counterbalance her jutting chest. Her armored fingers twined together behind her head. Nimane smiled up at her from her perch atop Frieren. "Oh and bend your legs; you're too tall.♡"
Tonk.
Fern began to crouch and the demon nudged her legs open so that she settled into a bow-legged squat. Nimane pressed the arch of her foot against Fern's cum-dripping pussy. "Good.♡ Now make the most stupid, slutty face you can imagine.♡"
Tonk.
She did, and Nimane nearly fell over laughing. "You look just like your teacher.♡ That's incredible.♡ Is this proof of the inseparable bond between master and apprentice?♡ Okay, that's enough foreplay: Return to your senses, but move only as I direct you.♡"
Tonk.
Fern blinked. Last she remembered she was fleeing the demon—How did she wind up in front of it in such a compromising position? She tried to shy away from the foot rubbing her crotch, but found she was frozen in place. "What did you do?" she asked lamely. She could speak, at least, and shoot daggers from her eyes.
"Nothing altogether too much.♡ I simply borrowed something from Miss Piggy.♡" Miss Frieren's cowbell rattled as she waved it and for a moment Fern's eyes clouded over before refocusing. "And before you begin your whole 'You can't do this! Release me!' spiel, spare me." For once the demon's eyes were frighteningly cold. "Bare your neck like a good cow and keep your mouth shut."
Fern, who had been just about to exclaim that Nimane couldn't do this and to release her, had her mouth snap shut, unwilled. And though she tried her hardest, Fern could do nothing to stop her head from tilting back, exposing her neck.
"There's an obedient cow.♡" Nimane clipped the cowbell to Fern's neck, then gasped as the Bikini Warrior's sword charm dissolved into a mote of bright light that the cowbell absorbed. The bell sounded on its own—Clang, Clang, Clang—with its new, sword-like clapper.
Fern's cursed item activated!
Bikini Warrior and Dairy Cow class prerequisites met!
Prestige Class unlocked!
Fern changed class to Slingkini Hucow Champion!
Strength: +
Endurance: +++
Swimwear: ++++
Sensitivity: +++++
Lactation: MAX
Willpower: MIN
Magic: N/A
Nimane clapped delightedly, like a spoiled girl getting everything she ever wanted for her birthday, while the Class Change Collar hijacked Fern's magic, wrapping her in a cocoon of crystalline purple mana. Fern's lewd moans and muffled groans continued for a long half-minute before the cocoon shattered, revealing the Slingkini Hucow Champion to a wildly grinning Nimane and a stupidly snorting Frieren.
Fern's tits had finished their development into proper udders. Huge, heavy, and spraying milk without any stimulation, they jutted out more than a full two feet from her body, massive fat tits capped with appropriately wide areola and nipples even more perverted than Frieren's. Each individual tit was three times the size of Fern's head, and together they likely constituted about half of her total body weight—fluctuating depending on fullness. Her thighs had fattened up, her ass had thickened, and her belly had grown soft and alluringly squeezable, but the rest of her curves simply didn't compare to how her cow tits utterly dominated her figure. It didn't matter how shapely the rest of her was—she was a titcow and only her gigantic leaky udders mattered.
Fern was wide-eyed, terrified at the changes she felt. She was heavier. Heavier all over, but more than anything else she felt top-heavy. To keep from falling on her face she had to bend the small of her back near ninety degrees, and turn her ribcage into a titty platter, like she was serving up her massive boobs for a breast-eaters' buffet. They were too heavy to be so poorly supported, but poorly supported they were, and her spine-straining trick only served to keep her boobs from pulling her forward. It did nothing to stop them from pulling away from each other, sliding to either side of her chest until their escape was arrested by the absurdly thin, blessedly elastic thing that circumnavigated her torso longitudinally.
Fern had never heard of slingkini, but in action it was aptly named—if wildly inappropriate. Two white strings sprouted from her collar and traveled over her breasts, waxing into wide white-and-black speckled bands as they approached her nipples (though failing to cover her areola at all) then tapering down to floss-thinness as they converged at her crotch, digging into her exposed pussy and threading up between her ass cheeks to attach to the back of her collar. She wondered if she even could straighten her back, ignoring the monumental task of balancing her tits that had her spine bent at a near right angle, with how tight the string was. It was filament-thin, but woven from some material incredibly resilient, else her tits would have already snapped free from their constraints instead of bobbing threateningly on either side of her chest.
"You even have little ears, how cute.♡" Fern bristled at that, but how could she rebut? She could only feel the headband nestled behind her real ears, and judging on Nimane's reaction it really was no doubt capped with dainty horns and floppy cow ears.
Her new class was anything but subtle. And while she couldn't confirm how insulting her headband was, Fern was able to twist her head around to confirm what she felt: her warrior's gauntlets had shrunk to ornamental bronze half gloves—the same color bronze, she realized with a grimace, as a cowbell. Underneath her tiny protective layer, Fern had additionally been equipped with much longer, much less practical opera gloves that reached all the way to her upper arms, gripping her biceps so tightly her soft flesh indented.
They were, unsurprisingly and damningly, speckled white and black. As, she was convinced, were the stockings similarly biting into her thighs. With her nice sturdy boots reduced to hoof-like platform heels, she'd bet.
Fern was humiliated. More humiliated than she ever thought would be possible in her life, and she couldn't even cover herself up. She was stuck in the awful slut squat Nimane had put her in, allowed to shift only to keep her debilitating, dehumanizing, disastrously huge udders from pulling her off balance.
Fern had always been busty, and had always been stared at for her big boobs.
She had never felt so much like meat before.
"That look on your face, it's delectable.♡ Shame, anger, frustration, and of course my very favorite—lust.♡" Nimane's expression was one of such naked desire that for the first time, Fern properly acknowledged what she was. This was a demon, a succubus, a creature that existed of and for sex, with an appetite that could never be sated, and desires that were fathomless. She and Miss Frieren were but idle distractions, momentary indulgences that entertained the demon because of their novelty, because of the meager challenge they posed.
Because they were projects that could be abandoned at any time. The demon would take them, twist them into hollow mockeries of themselves, and discard them when she grew bored. Like a child playing with toys, she would lose interest as soon as she spied something newer and more exciting. A new project that she could take further than the old, a life she could ruin in fresher, more thrilling ways.
"And despair, too!♡ Oh I owe you a sincere apology.♡" Nimane leapt from Miss Frieren's back—her wing unfurling and her tail lashing—and cupped Fern's face in her hands. She bent down—perfectly at the hips, with straight legs, like a true seductress—and brought her face inches from Fern's. "You have been worth every once of my time and effort.♡ To make it up to you, how about I share a secret, just between us girls?♡" The demon's fell aura washed over Fern and she trembled, unable to move, unable to shield herself with her hands or scrabble away, as some base animal instinct urged her. "Lots of people assume a succubus's charm magic is some kind of mental compulsion or mind control, but it's not.♡" Nimane's teeth were pearly white and distressingly sharp. "A succubus's gaze is actually a form of telepathy.♡ A simple, basic, limited spell that most mortal mages would scoff at—after all, what's the point of a one-way emotional transfer?♡ Surely there are more effective means of magical communication.♡" Her perfectly manicured nails revealed a hidden sharpness as they traced Fern's jaw. "Mortals always underestimate the potency of empathy.♡ Is there anything stronger than emotion?♡ Especially emotion that's long, hard, and irresistible?♡" She thumbed Fern's lip. "You've seen what happened to your teacher.♡ Poor Miss Piggy couldn't handle what I have inside me.♡ Her little piggy brain melted after just a few minutes—though I'm pretty sure someone else got to her before me, so what does that count for, really?♡" Nimane pressed her forehead against Fern's. Her eyes seemed to glow from within.
Fern failed to protest. Her voice wouldn't come out. Nimane's was a bedroom whisper.
"Charm.♡"
Succubus Nimane (Elite) attempted to charm Slingkini Hucow Champion Fern!
Fern's irises gleamed as her natural purple was overtaken by a poisonous flat pink. Her lips perked to a perfect "O" that blended surprise and concentration. Fern felt what Nimane felt—an echo of feeling, a diminished reflection of what was inside the demon. As advertised, it was a simple, inefficient spell. Most of the emotion didn't survive transit through open air. It leeched into the atmosphere, radiating aimlessly until it dwindled down to nothing. What was beamed to Fern through Nimane's eyes was fractional, one half of a quarter of a percent.
It was enough to make Fern squirt like a Geyser spell.
"Ohgahhow—!?"
How did Nimane function? How was she able to walk, to talk, to act, to think with this typhoon inside her? Fern knew what it was like to be horny. She had experienced what it was like to be pent up. In the bewitching woods alone she had explored the limits of her libido and even expanded upon them. But never at her most desperate had she approached the fraction of Nimane's lust she now experienced.
"Makeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstop—!!"
Her pussy continued to squirt. Her huge anchor-like boobs actually shifted from the pressure exerted by her spraying milk. Foamy drool poured from her mouth like water bubbling forth from a spring. Everything was sex. Everything was pleasure. Anything that wasn't was discarded. There was simply no room. Her eyes wanted badly to roll back, but they were transfixed by Nimane. Nimane, whose own eyes glinted and flashed as if lanterns transmitting a coded message meant for her optical nerve. Fern's eyes glowed brighter in response, brilliantly pink.
She bared her clenched teeth, lips still stuck in an "O," and she looked every bit the hardworking whore Nimane urged her to become. It was like she was stuck beneath a waterfall made entirely of impure desires, while the unceasing deluge poured over her head, soaking her through to the core.
"Incredible, isn't it?♡ It's enough to drive anyone insane, wouldn't you agree?♡ All that lust, all that desire, all that want.♡ You never knew there was that much raw need in the whole wide world, did you?♡ You couldn't imagine that one simple succubus had that all bottled up.♡ I hope this is a learning experience for you—Fern, was it?♡ I hope this opens up your mind to all the wonderful possibilities that are out there.♡ All the things you can do to feel this good forever.♡"
She was cumming. She was cummingcummingcummingcummingcumming but Nimane's words were crystal clear.
"I hope most of all that this ruins you forever.♡ Turn into a hedonist.♡ Chase this pleasure until you die.♡ Never live a single moment more without remember this moment, right here, shared between you and me.♡ You'll never feel this good ever again.♡ And you'll never, ever forget it.♡"
Slingkini Hucow Champion Fern failed to resist!
Slingkini Hucow Champion Fern became a hedonist!
"And that's all you get.♡ Charm off.♡" The light in Nimane's eyes reduced to a simmer and Fern's irises slowly regained their proper, dark purple hue. Her cunt dripped instead of sprayed, and the weight of her breasts reasserted itself over the flow of her milk. "So how did it feel?♡"
"Sooooooooo goooooooooooooooooooood." The words slipped out before Fern could stop them. The lust was gone but it had left a stamp on her psyche—an impression she knew would never fade, never fill. Fern had felt everything, and now she felt nothing, and in that nothing she caught echoes of sensation, phantom feelings that reminded her just how incredible it had been to experience one one-thousandth of what Nimane felt always.
"Now, I think it's your turn to apologize to me for being so nasty and combative.♡ You were so very rude and resistant, don't you feel bad about that?♡ Oughtn't you be grateful for the gift I've given you?♡ The lust I allowed you to borrow from me?♡ I should get something in return, don't you think?♡ An apology would be a great place to start.♡"
Fern stared at the demon as if she'd gone insane. She expected her to what? To thank her for—for forever warping Fern's perception of pleasure and arousal? But there was an opportunity there. Fern smiled. Her jaw was sore from clenching. "I would love to do that, but I can't thank you properly if I'm posed like this," Fern said, hoping she had injected enough innuendo into her tone. It was her best attempt at imitating Nimane.
"Great point,♡" the demon agreed. "But if I give you back your limbs, that means you really have to impress me.♡ Mobility is a privilege, not a right, for cows like you.♡" Nimane reached out and gave Fern's cowbell a swift two-fingered flick. Fern's eyelids fluttered as it rang.
Clang, Clang, Clang.
"I give you permission to move, so show me your very best apology.♡"
The compulsion to pose lifted and Fern fell to her knees. It was as if the magic had suspended all her muscle fatigue and now it came rushing back. Her thighs burned. How long had she been squatting? How had she ever kept her balance with her enormous cow tits trying their very hardest to drag her down?
Forget getting away—how was she ever going to manage to stand back up?
"Great start,♡" Nimane said, as if grading a musician's warm-up notes. "You really do look just like your teacher like that.♡" Fern did not enjoy the comparison. No matter what feeling Nimane's lust had done to her, she knew she couldn't remotely resemble Miss Frieren in her pitifully diminished state.
Still, curiosity gnawed at her. She needed to double-check. "Miss Frieren?" she called, sounding timid, almost scared. "Miss Frieren, could you please turn this way?" Her teacher's huge ass was ever a distraction, and watching it wobble and twitch as Miss Frieren slowly turned was torture in itself. As was facing the reality that her huge bimbo tits were smaller than Fern's. Fern had thought her master's boobs incomparable, and yet she was now weighed down by a pair that was their clear superior. And Miss Frieren didn't have to worry about dried milk making her skin sticky.
She consoled herself by observing Miss Frieren's face. There was simply no way that she and Fern could be said to look similar. Miss Frieren's expression was one of pure dumb animal lust, and Fern knew she was much better than that. She also noticed that Miss Frieren's eyes had a pair of outlined pink hearts superimposed over her irises. Probably a side-effect of failing to resist Nimane's charm.
And since Fern intrinsically knew that she would never have fallen to the charm like Miss Frieren had, she marked that as another important difference between them. Fern absolutely did not have magical pink hearts flashing in her eyes.
"Still waiting on that apology.♡ Or are you going to make your teacher apologize in your stead?♡"
"Sorry, um." Fern had gotten sidetracked. She evaluated her situation once more—debilitatingly horny in a body that was debilitatingly thick and her opponent was a powerful demon who had power over sex and Miss Frieren was in no state to do anything but snuffle excitedly. "Sorry?" she said weakly.
"Not even close to being good enough, I'm afraid.♡" Nimane lazily kicked at Fern, who flinched away. Nimane still struck her target.
Clang, Clang, Clang.
"A proper apology requires you to twist your nipples in repentance,♡" she instructed the dazed Fern. The slinkini hucow obeyed.
Fern found it much harder to articulate herself with twin tempests of titpleasure distracting her. "I'm shorrry," she mewled, wishing her fingers were gentler while simultaneously relishing their aggression.
"For?♡" Nimane prompted.
"For reshishting," Fern offered. Her boobs were on fire. She felt them making the milk that sprayed down her front. Like mana reactors embedded in her chest, turned to debaucherous ends.
"And what about for being a stupid, horny cow who didn't know her place?♡"
Fern swallowed hard.
Nimane reached for the bell.
"I'm shorrry for being a shutpid horny cow who didn't know my place," she quickly babbled out.
"And?♡"
Fern stared uncomprehending.
"What noise does a stupid horny cow who knows her place make?♡ It begins with an M.♡"
"No," Fern begged.
Nimane smiled. "It begins, with an M.♡" She pressed her middle finger to her thumb, ready to flick.
"M-Moo. . ." Fern's voice was quiet. She had never felt so defeated.
"Mmm, no.♡" Nimane's finger struck the bell.
Clang, Clang, Clang.
"You are a cow,♡" Nimane told the twitching Fern. "Cows go moo when their nipples get touched.♡ Mooing makes cows dumb and milky.♡ Dumb, milky cows can't keep their hands off their nipples.♡" She flicked the bell again.
Clang, Clang, Clang.
"Moo!" The sound came out automatically. "Moo!" Fern's confusion was written on her face. It was as if every time her fingers tweaked—"Moo!"—her nipples—"Moo!"—she was—"Moo!"—forced to—"Moo!"
Gushes of milk accompanied each bovine utterance, and the more milky moos she let out the less Fern was worried by her new habit. It felt right for her to make that noise. Mooing made her milky, milky cows got milked, and a milked milky cow mooed.
For a stupid horny cow who knew her place, mooing was second nature.
***
76 days after Nimane's victory,
the Bewitching Woods.
Relentless, starved sucking sounds filled the air. Fern and Frieren knelt before Nimane worshipping her cock. While normally an exaggeration, for the piggy teacher and her milk cow student, worship could not have more accurately described the act. Repeat exposure to Nimane's charm, combined with the succubus pheromones drooling down her dick in the form of demonic precum, made this a de facto religious experience. As well as a front for the endless competition between master and disciple.
"Miss Nimane, please fuck my mouth! Moo!" Fern pressed her massive breasts together, spraying them all with milk, and mooed again, more emphatically, as the light drained from her eyes. When she first woke up any given morning, Fern possessed her full intelligence. But with full achy udders it was only ever a matter of time before a failure cascade began: she'd accidentally (or "accidentally") brush a nipple, which made her moo, which made her dumb and milky, which made her grip her tits in both hands and squeeze as hard as she could. The longest Fern had managed to maintain her full intellect was twenty-five minutes. The longest she had spent dumb as mooing could make her was thirty-three hours. That had been an intense milking session.
"Pugyu! Snrrrt! Gurhk!" Frieren's appeal was less eloquent, but far more enthusiastic. Fern at her dumbest still operated under a pretense of self-preservation. Frieren's mind had been so warped by pleasure that she would happily suffocate herself on Nimane's dick were she allowed to and even now, with the two barn animals fighting for room at the base of her cock where the pheromones were most potent, Frieren affixed her mouth to Nimane like a sucking leech, breathing loudly and grotesquely out her nose.
"Energetic today, aren't we?♡ Hmm, I wonder who I should choose.♡"
"I—I'll give you a titjob, moo!" Fern stammered, trying and failing to heft her huge bust. The milk spurting from her tits was as wasted as her efforts.
"Buhibuhi!" Frieren squealed, taking one of Nimane's bloated succu-balls into her mouth to give it a lavish bimbo tongue bath. Once attached, it would be nearly impossible to remove her.
"Oh, I know.♡ First one to cum loses cock privileges.♡" Nimane liked this game. Originally she had made it so the first one to cum won, but her cute barn animals were just too good at that and the game always ended in seconds. She discovered that making them play against each other lead to a much more entertaining spectacle.
Fern's hands flew away from her chest and Frieren's greedy snuffling quieted. For a pregnant moment student and teacher gave each other the side-eye. Then they attacked. Frieren went for Fern's tits and Fern, anticipating that, smacked Frieren's hands away and hooked her fingers in Frieren's nose.
"Buhhu?" Frieren squealed in confusion while Fern leveraged her nose-hold to bring them both down—a pile of tangled limbs and enough bitch meat to keep a modest brothel in business for a year. Fern had the bigger tits, but Frieren was more well-rounded, literally. It was almost impossible for either to truly hurt the other when the scrapped—neither were strong enough to overcome just how padded they were. Fern's milk doubled as lubricant and soon the bimbo pig and dairy cow were sliding off each other with slapstick energy.
It was a lethal game that could end at any moment. If Frieren caught Fern's leaking teats, she won. If Fern hooked even a single finger in Frieren's piggy pussy, she won.
Ultimately, having two weak points to one was simply too much a handicap. Frieren trapped Fern's nipple between two fingers and pinched and the cow mooed and came and came and mooed.
"Well fought, piggy.♡ Come get your reward.♡" Snorting happily, Frieren crawled over to kiss her mistress's dick dip and see if this was the time she'd be allowed to black out with it bulging her throat.
With hearts flashing in her eyes and a sense of deep satisfaction bubbling away in her belly, Frieren forgot completely that this trip to the bewitching woods was only ever meant to be a detour. She had succeeded at her mission to prime Fern for. . . something, but she forgot what.
She hoped Mistress Nimane would let her grow a dick again soon. Frieren knew she forgot a lot of things, but she knew she loved dick.
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116 days after Nimane's victory,
the Dungeon of Erotic Traps and Forbidden Spells