Learning Curves
Going to start posting my backlog of short stories publicly again! This was a fun one from over a year ago that my patrons have had a chance to suggest, vote on, and read. Enjoy!
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Above the gabled gate, worked of curling metal, were the words ‘Mendia University. Knowledge is Power’. Aben Lorenz admired those words, reading them at last in the flesh. Finally. He was here!
It wasn’t too surprising, truth be told. As heir of the Lorenz Foundation, his family connections could have gotten him into any school in the country. But he’d chosen Mendia for its dedication to the mission of advancement in the cooperation between humans and the various monster races. He’d always been fascinated with the inhuman species, though he’d never gotten to know any very well. His parents had been very ‘traditional’ in that respect. But now, he was here.
“Gonna spend all day admiring the entrance?”
Aben looked down in surprise to find the source of that voice. He’d seen goblin maids before, but had rarely been addressed by one. She was short, like all her kind, and also like all her kind, she was beautiful. Her t-shirt had been tied up under her firm breasts like some makeshift tank top, revealing her green stomach and a ruby piercing in her bellybutton. A skirt swelled with her hips, cocking as she eyed him, her smile amused and golden eyes gleaming. A perfect squat hourglass figure of green loveliness.
“Oh,” Aben said, laughing, blushing a little at how suggestively the short stack was dressed. “Sorry. I just got caught up.”
“Yeah? Never seen a college before?”
“No, I have. I’m just so happy to be here!”
She eyed him with a smirk. “Are you? Well, that’s fantastic! We always need more energetic studs to come and further their… education.”
Aben blushed. “S-studs?”
She flapped her hand dismissively. “Just goblin slang. Don’t worry about it. You must be Aben.”
He gaped at her. “How’d you know?”
She cackled, slinging an arm in his and walking him through the gate and down the cobbled path. “Puh-leeze! Everyone’s heard about you coming here. It’s been talk of the sororities! The heir of the Lorenz Foundation coming to our little school? That’s huge news! Which was why I was waiting for you.”
“You were?” Aben said.
“Of course! Name’s Gillia, and I’m gonna give you the grand tour.”
Aben was surprised, but pleased the goblin girl knew of him. He didn’t like reminding people of who he was, but it was flattering that they knew of him. Of course, his family was very important, though he’d never dream of using it to pull rank on anyone. He intended to make his own way in the world, and let himself be judged by his merits. His chest puffed out a little at the thought. All that being said, he wasn’t complaining that his family name got such a pretty woman hanging off his arm. He snuck a peak at her, admiring Gillia’s lovely face; tiny features perfectly fitted to her green skin, and despite himself, he found himself glancing down her shirt at the ripe, green orbs of her breasts. Gods she was busty. He felt his blush deepening at the mental image of his face buried between those tits…
“Earth to Aben! You in there?”
Aben jerked out of his reverie. “Um, yes? Sorry?”
Gillia gave him an amused look. “See something you like?” she said.
Aben’s face turned cherry red. “O-oh! I’m sorry, I just… I mean, you’re so beautiful and I… uh…”
Gillia giggled, elbowing him in the ribs. “Aw, it’s okay, cutie! No harm no foul. But if you liked that, then I think you’ll just love my proposal.”
“P-proposal?”
“Sure! You figure out a place to stay while you’re here yet?”
“Oh, yes,” he said, grateful for anything that would turn the conversation away from his staring as they made their way across the quad. “My family got me a place in town, actually. It’s really nice-”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure it’s beautiful,” Gillia said dismissively. “But I bet it’s not filled with goblin coeds, right?”
“Um, no. I don’t think so. It’s a private residence-”
“Sure! Sure! But that’s all the more reason to reeeeeally think about where you want to spend your years at university. You don’t want to be living all hoity toity like you have been already, right? Uni is a place for experimentation! For fun! For discovering whole new… things about yourself…”
Aben sucked in a breath as he felt Gillia press her breasts against his arm. Those firm yet malleable melons so tantalizing. So close. So soft...
“W-well,” he said, glancing around nervously, noticing they were in a strangely empty part of the grounds, shaded by tall, ancient trees and a large red stone building. “I um… that is…”
“And BGB would looooove to have you in it.”
“BGB?”
“My sorority! We’ve got tons of members.”
“Um, wow. Well, I um… I didn’t think that men could join a sorority.”
“Well, not normally. But the girls felt like making an exception for you. They’d just love to have a cutie like you hanging around.”
“They would?”
“Sure! And I’m sure you’d be happy to offer all your skills around the place. The girls have really missed having a dedicated stud around.”
“S-stud?”
“Goblin slang, Aben. Remember? But don’t worry. You’ll learn tons more while with us…”
Aben rubbed his head, nervous and feeling a little overwhelmed, but mostly just aroused. The thought of a whole building filled with lovely green girls like Gillia made him acutely aware of how tight his pants had gotten. “Well, um, that’s very generous-”
“You’re absolutely right! Knew you’d be a smart guy. Us goblin girls love smarties, you know. That’s why we really go to university. To find hot, smart, cute guys to make us some bodaciously virile husband studs!”
“I ah… I had heard about that…”
“But don’t you worry!” she said, elbowing him with a shrewd grin. “No girl’s gonna grab you like that. We at BGB share. Can’t have some homewrecker hogging all the hotties and getting all the girls jealous. That’s why it’d be so helpful if you let yourself get shared around a bit.”
“Sh-shared? W-wait, you mean I-”
“I can hear you’re not totally convinced, Aben. Well, I think I’ve got a solution to that.”
“Huh?”
She suddenly whirled him around, and Aben found himself pressed against the wall of the school building. He could feel the rough red stone through his shirt as the lovely goblin maid smirked up at him and cupped him through his pants.
“Ah!” Aben gasped, biting his lower lip as pleasure throbbed through his cock. “Y-you…”
“Us at BGB know what a cute stud needs,” Gillia said sweetly as she expertly fondled his throbbing bulge. “Want me to show you?”
Aben had never been confronted with such a choice before, nor by such a woman. The aggressive sensuality of the goblin maid startled and aroused him in equal measure as she lovingly fondled him, her thumb rubbing the swelling peak of his cock, her fingers teasing and bouncing the rest of his package. His breath came in short, hot pants, his eyes riveted to the lovely goblin maid smirking up at him, her lashes low, fluttering, teasing. The low cut of her top giving him a golden view down her breasts. He was in awe. Amazed. He’d never felt less in control.
And he liked it.
“I… uh… O-okay…”
“That’s what I love to hear,” Gillia purred, and pulled down his zipper.
Aben groaned as his cock burst into the open, twitching with arousal. Gillia gasped, her eyes shining with delight. “Ooooh! Looks like a trust fund ain’t the only big thing you got,” the goblin maid purred.
Aben flushed hotly. “I-”
“Shhh, don’t worry about it, stud. I know just what you need. You know what BGB stands for?”
“Wh-what?”
Gillia grabbed the knot at the front of her shirt and yanked it up. Her large, green tits bounced into the open, so perfect and firm Aben actually gaped at the sight of them. Dark nipples capped them, puffed with arousal.
“Big Goblin Boobs,” Gillia cooed, leaned forward, and pressed her prefect tits around his cock.
Aben was no blushing virgin. He’d had plenty of experience with women. But never with a woman like Gillia. As her breasts mashed around his cock, squeezing his throbbing manhood with wonderful softness, his head tilted back, a throaty moan escaping him as the goblin maid began to bounce her breasts around him.
“Ohhhhh fuuuuuuck,” Aben moaned.
“That’s right. Just watch my big tits bounce,” Gillia cooed. “Just watch those big, green boobs move around your shaft. Oh fuck, stud. You’re gonna loooove BGB. We’re all just as busty. Just as sexy. Going to make you such a good stud with our big, bouncy tits.”
Aben panted, gasping, his eyes enraptured by her glorious green breasts. How they bounced around his cock. So firm. So silky smooth as they stroked him. Teased him…
“Like that?” Gillia cooed. “Like my big bouncy tits? I bet you do. Bet you wish you could just fall into them, huh?”
“Y-yesssss,” Aben moaned.
“Mmm. That’s a good sound,” Gillia said as she squeezed her soft breasts around his cock, his tip thrusting up between her tits with every bounce. “But I think we can get an even better one.”
“Y-you dooooooo!” Aben moaned as Gillia leaned forward and captured his twitching peak between her hungry lips.
Aben clutched at the wall, his head tilting back, his breath coming in hot, needy pants as the goblin maid hummed and bounced her tits around his cock. He bit his lip, a hiss of air escaping him as he tried to suppress the whimpers and moans that rose from him. Pathetic, needy sounds that he couldn’t seem to control. He shuddered as the goblin maid worked her breasts around his cock, his pulse thudding like a drum, his eyes riveted to the way her head bobbed. Her breasts bounced.
He could feel his orgasm creeping up on him. Aching through him. He’d never cum so quickly. So eagerly! He tried to fight it, groaning with the effort to suppress the need aching from his balls, but he hadn’t a prayer. It was too much! Too good! Too… too…
“F-fuuuuuuck!” Aben moaned, his body surrendering. His balls tightening. His cock throbbing as he unloaded spurts of his needy cum into the goblin maid’s hungry mouth. And dear gods, she was drinking it all. Gillia moaned, her lashes fluttering as her throat worked, swallowing every spurt of his pulsing shaft.
Orgasmic lethargy swept through Aben. His knees shook with the effort of holding himself up, and when Gillia slid her mouth and breasts off his cock, his legs gave in utterly. He slid down the wall and to the grass, the back of his head pressed against the stonework, his thoughts heavy as if sunk in pink clouds of pleasure.
Gillia grinned down at him, seeming so tall as he slumped before her. Spent. His face slack with pleasure. She licked her lips. “Mmm. That’s a good look,” she giggled at the dazed heir. “Nice and brainless. I think you’d look adorable wearing that all the time while you serve my sisters and me.”
“S-serve?”
“Sure thing, stud! Can’t have a man be a member of the sorority. But a cute houseboy? Oooh, I think we could work with that. Sounds good, right?”
“Uh…”
“Right?” Gillia cooed, giving her breasts a bounce.
Instantly Aben’s mind blanked. A dull smile floated onto his lips.
“Y-yeah. S-sounds goooood,” he breathed.
Gillia giggled. “Attaboy! Knew that hypnotherapy course was worth it. Here we go,” she said, tucking a card into his shirt pocket and giving it a pat. “Can’t wait to see you.”
With a swing of her hips and flutter of her skirt, Gillia walked away, humming happily to herself as she tucked her breasts back under her shirt, leaving Aben sitting dazedly behind her, his eyes watching her swinging hips long after she was out of sight.
#
Aben sat in the university’s cafeteria, staring at the card that had been slipped him. A stylized BGB along with an address was printed on the front. The big, red lipstick mark, however, looked to have been a later addition. Recalling the lovely goblin maid, Aben felt another flush rise in his cheeks. Just the thought of those big green tits made his pants tighten and head ache with desire.
“This seat taken?”
Aben jolted back to the present and looked up, his jaw falling slack as he beheld a pair of breasts bigger than his head. A tight sweater curved over them, a Greek symbol printed on the front and stretched around the perfect curves. On either side of the symbol were a pair of comical looking cow heads.
“Up here, darling.”
Aben’s eyes were jerked up the rest of the way to a lovely face, smiling with almost motherly sweetness and affection. Her hair was a strawberry blonde and curved around her face, framing it like a picture, while a pair of stubby cow horns poked from those golden locks.
Aben stared, slack jawed at the busty blonde, her soft curves overwhelming him. A holstaur. A cow woman with… with…
Big Bouncy Tits.
Gillia’s words echoed in his head, making him quiver, swallow hard, his head already feeling muzzy again as he tried not to stare. “H-hello. Um, sorry. I was just…”
“No need to apologize, darling,” the lovely holstaur said as she sat down next to him, beaming down at the blushing young man. “I know a holstaur can be real overwhelming to a cute bull.”
“B-bull?”
“Sure! That’s what we holstaurs call all our boys. You don’t mind, do you?”
Quite the contrary. Just the word made Aben’s cock twitch in the confines of his pants. He smiled nervously, forcing himself not to look down at her breasts. Especially the undone upper buttons that revealed a creamy valley so rich and heavy he wanted to just fall into them. Gods. He was so horny. Surely he had more self-control than this? He tried to focus, but his eyes kept trying to wander down. Down to her… her…
Big Bouncy Tits.
“No problem,” Aben said quickly. “I ah-”
She giggled. “Mmm. That’s good to hear. I’d hate to offend the heir of the Lorenz family.”
“You know about me?”
“Darling, everybody knows about you,” she said, stroking his cheek.
Aben shivered, biting his lower lip to suppress the moan that threatened to escape him. Just her touch made him so unbelievably hard. How was he so horny today? He caught his eyes moving back down to her breasts and hastily dragged his attention back to her face.
She smiled, putting out her hand. “Bessa.”
“Aben,” he said, taking her hand, shaking it.
“Mmm. Those are some nice, strong hands, Aben.”
He blushed. “Are they?”
“Oh yes. Did you know? Most bulls have nice, strong hands. Real expert hands.”
“I-I didn’t…”
“Well, that’s what you’re here at university for, hm? To learn a whole lot of new things? New experiences? Make new… connections?”
The words echoed Gillia’s. Aben wondered why that was? Must be a college thing. “That’s why I’m here,” he said brightly.
“Good bull,” she said sweetly. “That’s what I love to hear. But you seem plenty smart already. You really want to stuff that pretty head of yours with even more information?”
Aben chuckled nervously. “You can never know too much!”
“Well, that’s true. But it’s what you know that’s really important. Hm? Certain skills you can only get hands on, as they say. That’s my sorority’s motto.”
“Your sorority?”
“AMM.”
“What’s that stand for?”
“Alpha Mommy Milkers.”
“Seriously?”
She winked, but didn’t answer the question. “Say,” she said. “You wouldn’t happen to be looking for a place to stay this year?”
“Actually, I did have a place. But-”
“But you’re looking for somewhere on campus itself, of course,” she finished for him.
“Actually-”
“Well, you are a lucky bull,” Bessa said, tapping the tip of his nose with a finger. “Because it just so happens that my sorority has been looking for a housebull.”
“Housebull?”
“Of course! Holstaurs always need a bit more tending than other girls. Usually not a problem. We’d just have the bulls on the farm take care of us. But those boys are just too dumb to get accepted to Mendia. They’re of much more use in the fields, you know? Using those big muscles to tend the land.”
“I-I didn’t.”
“But that’s where you come in,” she said, scooting closer, the movement sending her tits wobbling, arresting his stunned eyes once more. “A nice, handsome, clever bull to live with us? Take care of our needs? Why, I think you’d be just perfect. You family has investments in dairies, right?”
“Oh, uh, I think so,” Aben said. His family did have interests in various holstaur dairies, he seemed to recall, but he had never visited them. He had little experience with that side of the business. His parents had been oddly adamant about that, especially after what happened to his cousin, Reynold. Apparently, after a tour of Peachbottom Dairy, he’d gone to work for it the very next day, abandoning his family fortune to be a milk boy. Aben never understood why, but so close to such a lovely specimen of holstaur ampleness, he was beginning to get it. “We have a few investments. But I never-”
“How perfect! Then you’ll learn very fast how to be a good bull for the cows.”
Again that shock of sinful delight raced down his spine. Aben swallowed hard, his cock throbbing, bulging against his front. “W-well, I… you’d naturally want a… a good bull, but I um… I don’t know if I can…”
Bessa nodded her horned head. “I understand completely. You simply can’t make such a decision on an empty stomach.”
“Huh?”
Bessa looked around the cafeteria with a smile. “It was a bit selfish of me to come and talk to you when you’re clearly so hungry,” she said. “A bull can’t make a decision when he’s feeling all… depleted.”
Aben blinked, confused, but seized on the idea like a drowning man. “O-oh. Oh! Yes. Right. Exactly.” He laughed. “Exactly as you said.”
“How fortunate! Because I know just what you need. And cafeteria food is simply atrocious anyway. Come.”
She took his hand, and Aben felt himself rise and follow her. He didn’t even seem to have to think about it. The misunderstanding was unimportant. It was just so easy to let a lovely woman take the lead and make all the decisions.
Nonetheless, he felt a quiver of misgiving. He hadn’t lied to her, but admitting the truth now seemed so terribly awkward. And she clearly thought he was smart. A nice, smart bull. He’d hate to disappoint her and seem dumb.
Not that he suspected she’d mind. She was so nice. So sweet. So big and soft.
Big Bouncy Tits.
The words echoed again in his mind as he found himself drawn into an empty room. It appeared to be a music room, to judge by the instruments scattered about. Tubas and horns gleamed with polished brass among intricate oboes. A piano sat not far atop a small raised stage. It was a really beautiful piano. It reminded him of the one kept in the solar at home.
Aben heard a lock click. He turned back to Bessa, and something about her smile made him swallow thickly. Her eyes were lidded. Still kind. Sweet. But there was something else in her lovely face that made him thrum with attention and an awareness of her. How her breasts moved with her. Rose, fell with her every breath. How her scent tingled in his nose. Filled the air. Something creamy. Sweet. Warm and relaxing.
Bessa swayed towards him, her shapely hips rolling in her tight, tight jeans. Her immense breasts teasingly bouncing before his stunned eyes, bound up in her tight sweater. Her hands gently landed on his shoulders, pushing him down. Aben grunted as he sat on the ledge of the stage, his eyes riveted to the lovely holstaur as she gently lowered herself onto his lap, the weight of her curves trapping him under her. Her breasts straining her top, an inch from his stunned face.
“Every holstaur knows what hungry bulls want,” she breathed, teasing her fingers into the bottom of her sweater, peeling it up. Aben’s jaw dropped as her enormous breasts wobbled into the open. No bra to get between him and them, leaving bare her stubby pink nipples. So big they consumed his whole view. So firm and full he could fairly hear them slosh with richest cream.
Big Bouncy Tits.
“Oh wow,” Aben breathed.
“So glad you like them, Aben. Because I’ve got so much for my hungry bull…”
His eyes widened as he felt her arms move around his head, hug him, gently tug him forward into the valley of her tits.
Aben inhaled deeply as his face sank into the sweet valley of her breasts. The glorious scent of her body and something like fresh churned cream rushed into him, mingling in a tantalizing musk that made him moan, mind empty, and cock harden against the tight fabric of his pants. His head seemed to be swimming in her scent. In her chest. Like all the world had faded away into clouds of pink wonder.
“Drink, my pretty bull,” Bessa purred, the sound seeming to vibrate through her breasts and into his head.
He felt her shift. Felt the thickness of her nipple against his mouth, a bead of cream moistening his lips. It oozed into his mouth. Touched his tongue.
And filled him with bliss.
Aben moaned, his eyes nearly rolling back as his lips locked on that needy nipple and began to adoringly suck.
Fresh churned cream, warm and silky, spurted into his mouth, eagerly suckled down and swallowed. Heavy lethargy slowly filled him. A pastoral bliss like a bull in a sunny paddock. He moaned, whimpering happily as his hands rose, gently cupping the holstaur’s immense breasts, lovingly squeezing, massaging, and milking her gushing cream into his mouth.
“Mnnnn~!” Bessa moaned, quivering atop him, her hips beginning to rock, rubbing her mound against the bulge of his cock with needy motions of pleasure. “Ooooh yesssss. That’s it. Goooood bull. Drink deep. Drink… ah… your fill. Ooooh, such a thirsty bull. Already know just… ah… just how to milk your cow.”
Aben was in heaven. In big, milky titted heaven. He hadn’t even been in school a day and he’d already learned so much. How wonderful a big pair of tits were. How weak he was to them. How perfect it was to obey.
And suck.
And adore Big Bouncy Tits.
He nuzzled her breast, sucking hungrily as her cream spurted in gushes into his mouth. His stomach felt warm and heavy. As did his balls. As if they were being filled once his stomach took all it could. Filled with thick, churning cum.
“Thaaat’s it,” Bessa moaned as she ground his cock under her. “Get those balls niiiice and full for me. Ooooh, what a good bull. Good, strong… ah… needy bull. That’s it. Just drink. Just suck. Just get all that… mmm… all that energy in your big balls. Just fill them up. Stuff them with all your thoughts. Good bulls… ah… think with their cocks. With their big… heavy… cocks.”
Aben could feel it. His balls so heavy. His cock so sensitive. Throbbing. Aching. Needing that blessed relief. He moaned beneath her, rubbing his cock against her mound, the cloth between them torturing him.
“Is my bull ready?” Bessa breathed. “Mnnn. Is he… ah… r-ready to give me that big, hot bull cock? Is he ready to fuck this pretty cow?”
“Mmmm!” Aben moaned.
“Sounds like a yes to me,” Bessa cooed, leaning forward, burying him in her immense breasts as her hips rose from his lap. As her fingers undid her pants, tugged them down from her hips. Aben could feel the heat of her pussy radiating against him as her hands moved to his lap, teasing open his pants, a great groan of utter pleasure escaping him as his cock sprang into the open, twitching and oh so wonderfully sensitive. Drawn almost magnetically towards her pussy.
“Mmmm. Looks like I was right,” Bessa gasped as her fingers wrapped around his throbbing manhood, Aben whimpering as she stroked him. “What a big cock my pretty bull has for me. And so eager. Like all good bulls are. I bet you’ve got your whole silly mind in those balls. Of course you do. Because good bulls only think with their cocks. They can’t help it. They’re just so horny all the time. And that’s why they need pretty cows. Pretty cows to tell them what to do. To show them how to think. To make all their decisions for them.
“And today, your cow thinks she needs to drain those big, aching balls for you…”
Aben groaned as her hips lowered themselves. As his cock sank into the hot tightness of her pussy. Bessa gasped, cooed as her curves settled atop him, swallowing his cock deep inside her, squeezing his aching shaft as she began to slowly, gingerly, lovingly ride him.
Aben gasped as her hips rose. Fell. As her breasts bounced against his face, every downward stroke sending another gush of heady cream into his mouth. His head felt light. Sloshing. Drowning in her cream. His balls so full. Aching. Throbbing as she claimed him with gasping, panting moans.
“Yesssss!” Bessa moaned. “Oh yessss! Give it to me. Give me that cooooock! Ooooh, what a gooood bull. What a randy bull. Ah… Ah! Yes. Yessss! Ooooh, Aben. Aben. Yessss!”
The soft, lowing sound of her pleasure seemed to echo through his chest and down to his heavy balls. Aben squeezed and adored her breasts with ever greater need, milking her for all she was worth. He needed more. So much more! And there was so much of her. So much to take. To milk. To drink.
His head was spinning. Sinking. Sloshing. Pleasure ached through him as her pussy squeezed him. As her curves bounced atop him. Burying him under her. His cock twitched and throbbed with wonderful vice of pleasure. Her body trembled and bucked and quivered with need. Aben could feel his orgasm building. His cum churning.
“Yessss!” Bessa gasped, feeling his urgency. Sensing his coming peak. “Yes! G-give it to me, Aben. Give me your cum, my bull! Cum your silly brains out! Cum them out in my pussy! Give it to me. Give me your seed! Yes! Yes! M-moo! Mooooooo!”
Her lowing moan peaked. Aben cried out into her breast, trembling with the height of her orgasmic pleasure, his cock throbbing, pumping, emptying every drop into her milking pussy. Joining her in her high. More intense than anything he’d felt before. More powerful. More wonderfully, powerfully potent. He felt like he was floating. Soaring through clouds of mindless pink pleasure, his mind emptying with his churning balls into the hungry pussy of the lovely holstaur, his manhood milked as he’d milked her tits.
He felt her sigh happily as she rode down her orgasm atop his cock, wriggling a little in contentment. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Bessa rose off his lap, her hands gently laying him down on the stage. Aben panted, his mouth numb and tingling with the lingering taste of her nipple and rich cream. His mind swimming in the haze of pleasured submission.
He heard Bessa giggle at his dazed expression and saw her lean over him, tuck something into the collar of his shirt. “Me and the girls can’t wait to see you at AMM.”
“Buh?” Aben managed.
Bessa cooed, patting his cheek, then straightened. Aben’s eyes remained locked to her massive breasts as she pulled down her sweater and up her pants. With a final smile, she turned, her ample hips rocking as she left the music room, the door shutting behind her with a click.
Aben lay there for a time longer, his mind still swimming, his cock still twitching. At length, he reached up and pulled the card from his collar, looking at it dumbly.
ALPHA MEGA MILKERS
The Biggest Learning Curves
Aben stared at it, a vision of Bessa’s buxom figure invading his mind again. He smiled happily, letting his arms fall to his sides as he stared at the ceiling.
University really was amazing…
#
A few hours later, Aben sat under a tree on the quad and looked with perplexity at the two cards he’d been given. Somehow, he had a feeling that Gillia and Bessa wouldn’t agree to share him between their two houses.
He frowned. The idea of not joining one of the sororities no longer even occurred to him. He had come to realize his university days would be much better served if he stayed with the lovely monster girls.
Big Bouncy Tits.
He felt his cheeks warm. His tongue tease over his lips. He could still taste Bessa’s milk. He could still remember Gillia’s green tits. The feel of the goblin’s lips and the holstaur’s pussy still ached up his cock.
He rubbed his head. It wasn’t getting any easier. He had a… a need to go to them. Either of them. He wasn’t sure which he belonged with, but he knew he wanted them. That once he joined one of their sororities, everything would make sense. Be easier. Calmer. Better. And yet, he couldn’t decide. He really was a dumb stud. A silly bull. He laughed at himself, but also felt his cock throb in his pants. Gods he was horny again…
“Well! Someone’s having a good time.”
Aben lifted his head in surprise. A woman stood over him, backlit by the sun. Her skin was a lurid red and two curling horns grew from her hair. Fishnet leggings clung to perfect legs while high, firm breasts pushed apart a leather jacket. A spiked collar wrapped around her neck while a smirk decorated a strikingly beautiful face, framed by short cropped silver hair, her eyes burning with infernal light. Behind her coiled a tail ending in a heart-shaped spade, while dwarf bat wings flicked from her back.
And though Aben had met few monster girls in his life, he didn’t need to be told he faced a demon.
“Oh, um, hi,” Aben said. “Can I help you?”
Her leer grew. “Oooh, I like that. Real polite. But I’m here to help you.”
“You are?”
She offered her hand, and Aben didn’t think twice about accepting it. He found himself hauled to his feet, the succubus slinging an arm around his shoulders and tucking him against her side. She was just as tall as he was, but she seemed far bigger as she grinned at him and started to walk him across the quad.
“See, I hear you’ve been having a bit of trouble finding a place to stay,” she said.
“You have?” Aben said blankly. “How?”
“Please! You’re talk of the campus. The heir of the Lorenz family fortune, come to this little podunk school? How couldn’t I have heard of you?”
“A-and you are?”
“Raza. But don’t worry about names,” the succubus said, grinning. “Because what I’m gonna offer you needs no names.”
“N-no?”
“Nope! Because I’m offering you a place in my sorority.”
“O-oh, well, actually-”
“Guys aren’t allowed in them. I know, I know. Especially in Tri Zeta. Staff are always soooo worried we’ll do unspeakable things to them. Unfair, right? But,” she added, leaning in, her eyes gleaming with cruel mischief, “the rules don’t say anything about pets.”
Aben furrowed his brow. “Pets?” he said.
“Sure! Having pets isn’t exactly encouraged on campus, but these days, we can get away with it if we’re careful,” she said with a wink. “Therapy pets really help the whole mental health of students, you know.”
Aben found himself blushing, though he wasn’t sure why. “I um… I don’t think I follow.”
Raza’s eyes gleamed. “Really?” she purred. “Not even an inkling?” She tugged him closer, his arm brushing against her firm breast, feeling the heat of her body radiating against him. “Want me to give you a… demonstration?”
Aben knew it would be a mistake. That to agree to anything a demoness suggested was foolhardy in the extreme. Yet as he opened his mouth, she just so happened to give her breasts a teasing bounce, jiggling in her tight top.
Big Bouncy Tits.
“O-okay,” Aben stammered.
“Attaboy!” Raza cackled. “Nice and agreeable. I think we’re gonna get along great. Now, you look like a leather guy. Someone who likes something smooth and tight, but not too hard. A guy who likes things that can be polished to a shine, but finds latex a bit too restrictive.”
“I uh, suppose so,” Aben said, not really sure where she was going with all this.
“Good boy. Then I’ve got just the thing.”
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of leather. Aben stared at it. A collar, complete with a little golden license dangling from the front.
“I-”
“Put it on,” she said.
Aben already had it in his hands. He didn’t stop to question why he would obey this crimson seductress. There was no question about doing as she said. University was where one learned so many things, and one thing he had learned was that he couldn’t say no to beautiful women with
Big Bouncy Tits.
The collar slid smoothly around his throat, the leather strangely warm. As the latch clicked on the back, Aben shuddered, a moan rising from deep in his chest and up through his mouth. The collar felt so right. So perfect. Like it had always belonged on him, and he had never even realized it, but would never again forget.
“There we go,” Raza cooed, unspooling a black leash from the collar. “Mmm. That’s a really good look for you. The glazed eyes. The pretty, obedient panting. You were born to be a pet.”
Aben shivered in delight, her every word feeling so right. So true. The collar around his neck felt so perfect where it was. A pleasure that thumped through him and to his balls, his cock twitching in his pants as he looked up adoringly into Raza’s lovely face.
The succubus licked her lips and leisurely leaned back against a tree. “Sit,” she said.
Instantly Aben went down on his hands and knees, looking up at her with puppyish eagerness to please.
“Speak.”
“Woof,” he said.
“Oh fuck yes,” Raza purred, her grip slowly tightening on the leash, pulling him forward, her finger gliding along the front of her pants, pressing tenderly down on her mound. Her finger hooked in her zipper, tugging it open with a silky hiss, revealing the crimson folds of her dewy slit. No panties. Of course not. Aben wasn’t surprised, but he was even more turned on by the reveal of those silky folds before him.
“You want it, pet?” Raza purred, tugging him forward slowly, reeling him in closer until he could smell the sweet tang of her arousal. “You want to kiss and lick mistress’s pussy like a good boy?”
“Mmmm,” Aben moaned, his eyes misty with desire, his lips parted, panting.
“That’s what mistress likes to hear. That her good pet wants it. Wants a taste. C’mere, pet. Show mistress what that pretty tongue can do.”
The pull of the leash ended his journey, putting his face flush against her pussy. His nose pressed against her shaven mound as he lovingly kissing her slit. Her arousal coated his lips in a glistening shine, and without hesitation his tongue pushed out and ran up along her cunt.
The taste was unlike anything he’d ever known. Something sweet and musky. Something tantalizing and sinful. It made him moan, his cock throbbing in his pants as he lapped at her, adoring her luscious cunny like the good pet he was, soft moans escaping him as he served this unholy beauty.
“Oh fuck yessssss,” Raza moaned, her hips lazily rocking, rubbing herself on his tongue and face. “Ooooh, you rich boys… ah… are always the best. So eeeeeager to please.”
Aben blushed, embarrassed, even as he acknowledged she was right. He didn’t question the logic of it. New thoughts had overtaken him. About how pointless his fortune was. How little it mattered. How could money and lineage compare to what he was doing? How could the fortune he would one day inherit equal the pleasure of kneeling before this beautiful woman and licking out her pussy?
And how could he even think of money when her foot pressed into his lap, and rubbed his helpless bulge.
Submissive pleasure shot through Aben like an electric surge. He moaned, lashes fluttering as Raza’s foot pressed down on his cock. She’d slipped out of her shoe, and her toes were unbelievably dexterous, massaging his bulge as he whimpered and gasped, spurring him on to even greater efforts to please the demoness riding his face.
“Fuck yessss,” Raza moaned. “That’s fucking iiiiiit! Get in there, pet. Give your mistress what she needs! Mnnn! Oooh, I thought you’d ah… you’d be a good slut. But you’re fucking born for this! Just a born and raised f-fucking pussy licker. Ooooh, really get in there. Suck my demon clit! Make me cum, pet. Make your mistress cummmm!”
Her heel pressed down almost painfully on his balls, but that only made the way her toes gripped him better. Hotter. He whimpered and moaned, sucking at her pussy, his hands rising, grasping her ass, her hips, pulling her harder against him as he sucked and tongued out her cunt. His tongue slid higher, higher, soon finding the bead of her clit, flicking that jewel of delight, making the succubus cry out, keening in pleasure, the collar around his neck pulled taut as Raza rode his face.
“Fuck! Fuck! Yes! There! Right there! Lick me there you f-fucking pet! Oh fuck. Fuck yes. Yes! Yesssss! Fuuuuuuck!”
Her howl of pleasure had her drive her foot down on his cock, her toes squeezing his bulge as he pushed her over the edge. As her pussy flooded his mouth with her hot desire in a sudden surge of her spicy girlcum. He lapped it up, trying to catch every drop, his head spinning as he indulged in that sinfully wonderful pleasure. Every drop shot through him like fire. Like wine. His cock throbbed beneath her foot. Twitched.
Came!
Without shame, Aben moaned, his cock pulsing helplessly into his pants, the damp spot spreading under the succubi’s toes. His head spun, floating away on clouds of purest bliss. On impossible pleasure. How could he have known ecstasy like this existed? How could he have lived in such ignorance?
Thank the gods he came to Mendia.
Thank the gods he discovered the joy of
Big Bouncy Tits.
Raza grinned down at his slack face, his chest heaving with pleasure, the tags on his collar jangling musically. She reached down, flicked the license with a ringing sound, her foot pushing down on his cock, making Aben moan in submissive bliss. “That’s a really good look for you, pet. I think you’ll fit in perfectly at Tri Zeta house. Come on by when you’re ready. Me and the girls’ll take you for a nice long walk. And,” she breathed, leaning in closer, her hot breath ghosting against his ear and foot pressing down hard on his bulge, “an even longer ride.”
Aben gasped, whimpering as Raza lifted her foot, turned, and strode away, her spaded tail flicking the air with her pleasure. Still on his knees, Aben lowered his head, blindly groping for the tags of the collar, stroking the metal and the words engraved on them. An address.
Address.
Aben blinked and fished in his pocket, pulling out the other two cards he’d been given upon arriving at university. He looked at them blankly, nibbling on his lower lip with indecision. Three choices of where to spend the rest of his university days, and perhaps beyond.
And he only needed to choose…
#
AMM’s sorority was a three storied building on a tight residential avenue. It was one of those converted Victorian homes, beautiful in its anachronism, with small minarets and a well-kept lawn. Above the door was a sign with AMM in flowing letters. Just around the side, he thought he could see the hint of a red and white barn.
This was certainly the place. Aben stood before the door, for a moment uncertain. But he was here. Now. And there was nothing left to do but raise his hand to the bell and gave it a ring.
Within moments the door swung open, and he was confronted again with the buxom beauty of Bessa. And there was even more of her to admire. No longer was she wearing the jeans and sweater from before. Instead, only some lacy undergarments hid her curves from the world, cupping her impressive bust in their silken strands, hiding the delicate folds of her quim in lacy white. The holstaur looked momentarily surprised, but her expression soon melted in satisfied amusement.
“Well well! Aben. So good to see you.”
“H-hello, Bessa,” Aben said, barely able to speak as he stared at the impressively perfect globes of her breasts, already feeling his mind slipping into obedient submission. “I ah… was w-wondering if the job of… um…”
“If you could still be our housebull?” she said with a lazy smile, crossing her arms under her chest.
Aben flushed hotly as she gave her massive mammaries a bounce. “Y-yes. That.”
“Mmm. Good boy. And of course!” she giggled. “It’s always open to you. Now, come inside. Let’s get the introductions under way.”
She took his hand, tugging him over the threshold, shutting the door behind him. Aben inhaled deeply, the scent of the home thick. Heavy. A medley of womanly perfume and cream. A scent that made his cock throb in his pants and breath shorten with a gasp.
“There we are,” Bessa cooed from behind him. “Now, how about you strip.”
He turned in surprise. “S-strip?” he said.
Bessa giggled, moving forward. Aben reflexively took a step back, but at once hit the wall. Bessa’s breasts filled his world, wobbling an inch from his face. His mouth was so dry. So thirsty. He stared in awe at those awe-inspiring orbs. So big. So heavy. He could fairly hear the cream that sloshed within them, just waiting for his eager lips to suck it out.
“Aben, dear,” Bessa cooed, cupping his cheeks, tilting his head back so he looked at her lovely face. “I know you’re used to being the one in charge, but housebulls shouldn’t question their cow’s commands. A good bull needs to do everything their pretty cows tell them. Want to know why?”
“Wh-why?” he gasped.
Bessa hummed, moving closer, her breasts pressing against his face, a whimpering shudder of weakness sweeping through Aben as he delved into those creamy valleys. Drowned in her soft boobflesh. “Because the cows are so much smarter than bulls,” Bessa said, her voice so smooth. So understanding. So utterly certain of every word. “Bulls are always thinking with their big, manly cocks. They don’t have space in their pretty heads for real thinking. That’s why they always follow their cocks. Their cocks always tell them what to do. And what’s your cock telling you right now, Aben?” she said sweetly, moving her hands from his cheeks to her breasts, giving them a bounce against his face. “What’s your big cock telling you to do?”
Aben groaned as her breasts slapped him. He felt like he were sinking into them. Her creamy scent stuffed his nose. His head. He felt again his body instinctively relax. Give in. He smiled dimly up at her, his worries melting away.
“T-to do whatever cows tell me,” he said.
Bessa beamed. “Good bull,” she said, her praise tingling through him. “Now, let’s get to it.”
It was a little awkward undressing without pulling his face out from between Bessa’s lingerie-clad tits, but somehow he managed it. He barely blushed when he finally found himself utterly naked, his clothes strewn about the entry hall, his cock twitching, jutting out from his groin with needy arousal.
Bessa smiled down at him, stroking his hair. “Good boy. Now, let’s introduce you to the girls. Girls!” she cried, guiding him from the entryway into the living room. “I’d like you to meet our new housebull!”
Aben found himself in an utter sty of a living room. Clothes and old pizza boxes littered the floor while several couches were arranged around a large television. Lounging like naked Grecian goddesses were two more holstaurs, both as gloriously busty as Bessa. They turned their horned heads at his arrival, and Aben froze, feeling the sudden intensity of their eyes.
“Hmm?” said a dusky skinned beauty whose hair was marbled white and black. “So this is who you found? He looks like a needy bull.”
“Is that Aben?” a blonde with long pigtails and lacking even a stitch of clothes said from where she lounged on a divan. “He’s so cute!”
“Aben, that’s Clarissa,” Bessa said, nodding at the marbled beauty. “And that’s Maribelle. Two of our economics majors. There’s plenty of other girls, but they all have classes right now.”
“Nice to meet you all,” Aben said.
“So polite,” Clarissa said, rising from the couch and striding in close, crowding him. “So you’re the heir to Lorenz foundation, hm? You don’t look like your magazine pictures. Much too adorable!”
“Aw, don’t be mean. Can’t you see the poor bull’s blushing,” Maribelle cooed, bouncing up to join them, sandwiching Aben between the three busty beauties.
“Girls, really,” Bessa sighed in loving exasperation.
“And how are you liking our school so far?” Clarissa asked him.
“I um-“
“Silly! He probably hasn’t seen it. Too busy staring at Bessa’s big breasts,” Marigold said.
“Aw, is that right?” Clarissa said with a sly look at him. “Are you in love with our den mother’s big, milky tits?”
Aben blushed harder, his head whirling, yet pleasantly so. It felt so delightful to be surrounded by the three beauties. The center of their attention. His cock was certainly enjoying it, throbbing in arousal as he looked around the ring of tits and curves.
“I ah-“
“Girls please!” Bessa sighed, resting her hands on Aben’s shoulders. “Our poor bull’s just arrived, and already you’re asking him these hard questions? You know bull’s have such trouble thinking.”
“Then why’s he even at school, hm?” Clarissa said, smirking down at him. “Going into the family business?” She clicked her tongue. “Silly. Bull’s aren’t smart enough to do that. He’ll probably drop out within a semester.”
“Oh noooooo!” Marigold cried, grabbing Aben, yanking the startled man face first into her jiggly titflesh. “Say it ain’t so! Does that mean he’s gonna leave us?”
“Of course not,” Bessa cooed. “Even if he drops out, he’ll still be able to stay here and be our pretty bull stud.”
Aben didn’t know what was happening. His head whirled with confusion and desire and arousal. Tugged between the busy beauties, he felt like he was floating, and he didn’t care. His mind was muzzled by desire. By need. The need to please these lovely cowgirls. To do whatever they said. Every breath came saturated with their perfume. The scent of cream and their own desire. He was in heaven. In busty, holstaur heaven. And he never wanted to leave.
“Mmm. Then maybe he should just drop out right now,” Clarissa said, pulling the addled Aben to her, squeezing him against her tanned tits, forcing him to look up into her pretty brown eyes. “Hm, bull? Would you like that? Why go to school anyway? Bull’s are far too dumb to learn all that hard stuff.”
“Aw, but what’ll he do when he inherits his company?” Marigold asked coyly, tapping a finger against her soft lips. “How’ll he run it?”
“Of course!” Bessa said, clapping her hands. “Why, we’ll help him.”
“H-help me?” Aben gasped.
“Of course!” Clarissa cooed, tugging him deeper between her tits, those tanned orbs squeezing his face. “I’m majoring in marketing. Marigold here in banking. And Bessa in supply management. Why, between us and all the other girls of Alpha Mommy Milkers, I bet we’ll get your silly foundation all wrapped up. And you can do what you were always meant to.”
“What you always wanted to,” Marigold cooed, stepping nearer, her breasts sandwiching him between her and Clarissa.
“Be a good,” Bessa cooed, approaching as well, trapping Aben between the three mounds of perfect, sloshing titflesh. “Handsome, obedient housebull. And obeying big… bouncy… tits…”
Aben moaned, trapped, loving it. Sinking in the heady pleasure of the trio around him. He barely managed to follow their reasoning. Their wording. He tried to find some flaw in their logic, but he was so horny. So needy. They were right. He’d never run the foundation like this. He was much too dumb. Much too horny. Much too much of a needy housebull. Why not let the lovely ladies of Alpha Mommy Milkers do all the thinking for him? Run his foundation for him? Let him serve them and spoil them while they did all the heavy thinking? They were so much better at it. So much smarter than some needy housebull. It would be so much easier. So much better.
“Y-yesssss!” Aben moaned.
“Oooooh!” Clarissa said, shivering, her breasts wobbling around his face. “Say it again, sweetie.”
“Y-yes!” Aben gasped. “Yes! Be… be a g-good housebull. Let the s-smart cows do all the thinking. Yes. Yessss!”
Marigold squealed, her arms wrapping around him, stealing him from Clarissa and tugging him into the pillows of her tits. “Awwww! He means it, girls. What a good housebull. I knew you’d make the right decision!”
“So true,” Bessa cooed. “Well then, I’ll start getting the papers ready for you to drop out. But before that, Aben, I think it’s time for you to start on your duties. The girls here have been so verrrrry patient, and I think it’s only fair you show them what a good bull you are.”
“Okay!” Aben gasped.
“Good bull,” Bessa said.
The trio pulled back, only to plop Aben down on the now unoccupied loveseat. But not for long. No sooner was he in the chair both Bessa and Marigold were kneeling on either side of him, their breasts pressed against his legs as they admired his cock.
“Ooooh, it’s a big one,” Marigold cooed.
“Very. A good bull’s should be,” Bessa said.
“And is it good?”
“Let’s find out.”
Aben gasped as the two holstaurs leaned in, beginning to lovingly lick his twitching manhood. A throaty groan escaped him, his head falling back, just in time to discover Clarissa slipping onto the arm of the loveseat. She smiled down at him, her fingers toying with the clip at the front of her bra.
“Mmm. And I have my own test for our new bull,” she purred.
Aben gaped as the clip gave way, her tanned tits bouncing into the open, her puffy, needy nipples fairly begging for his mouth. Her hand touched the back of his head, eased him forward, and buried him against her massive breast.
Aben moaned, his lips automatically locking on to that wonderful nipple, giving a great, needy suckle as he did so.
Fresh cream gushed into his mouth. Ecstasy sang on his tastebuds. His mind sank under a river of glorious cream. He moaned into the whiteness, cupping Clarissa’s teat, lovingly molding and massaging it. Pumping it while his cock was tongued and adored by the other two holstaurs.
“Mmmmm!” Clarissa gasped, grabbing his head, pulling it deeper into her brown breast. “Oh g-gods yesssss! Ah. Been mnnn… been so long since I’ve had a good housebull m-milk me.”
“He’s a natural,” Bessa cooed.
“Mmm. Can’t wait to try him,” Marigold giggled.
“But Marigold! Don’t you think you should milk our good bull first?” Bessa said.
Marigold gasped in delight. “Can I? Oooh, you spoil me.”
“You are my favorite,” Bessa said.
Giggling, Marigold rose from the floor and straddled Aben on the couch, burying him beneath her buxom curves as she wriggled into place. He gasped, whimpered as he felt her pussy graze his tip, so sensitive he nearly came right there. But he resisted. Held back. A good housebull wouldn’t cum so easily. Not before his cow had her pleasure.
“Mmmm. Good bull,” Marigold cooed as she sheathed herself atop him.
The velvety smoothness of her pussy enveloped Aben. Squeezed him gloriously as the lovely holstaur rode him. Her breasts pressed forward, and his hands seemed to move on instinct, cupping those glorious mounds, squeezing and bouncing them, massaging and milking them.
Marigold cried out, her freckled face flushing, her teeth nibbling her lower lip in delight. “Mnnnn! Yes! Ooooh, yessss! M-milk me. Ah. Oooooh! Such good h-hands. Ah. Such a good, h-horny b-bulllllll!”
“And soooo thirsty,” Clarissa moaned, squeezing her tits together, spurting more and more of her milk into Aben’s mouth and onto his face and chest. “Ohhhhh! The other girls are gonna mmmm! Love him. Love our new housebull!”
Aben was in heaven. Soft, milky heaven. He barely heard the holstaurs talk around him. It all felt too good. Too perfect. His cock pounding up into the sweet tightness of Marigold. His hands filled with creamy titflesh. His mouth guzzling from an ebony tap of sweetest cream. He felt full. Heavy. Virile! Like he could fuck for days. Unending pleasure.
He felt Bessa ease onto the other arm of the chair, her breasts pressing against the back of his head like a pillow, her hands massaging his shoulders. “You’re gonna be such a good bull for us, aren’t you, Aben?” she cooed. “Just let your pretty cows do all the thinking for you. You don’t need to go to college, really. You don’t need to run your foundation. You’ve got lovely cows who’ll do that for you. All you have to do is be a good bull.
“And cum.
“Cum.
“Cum!”
“Mmmmmm!” Aben groaned, shuddering, his cock throbbing, pulsing, surrendering his hot load to Marigold’s milking pussy. The holstaur cried out in sweetest ecstasy, her own orgasm sweeping through her, her pussy rippling around his cock in needy pleasure. Her body shuddering atop him with great bursts of her climax.
“Ooooooh,” Marigold moaned, sagging atop him. “Soooo gooood.”
“My turn!” Clarissa cried. “I want to test ride him too.”
“Girls, really now. No need to fight,” Bessa cooed, stroking Aben’s ringing head. “Our new bull has plenty of love to go around.”
Aben nodded dimly. Yes. Yes, he did. He could feel it. His cock was already rock hard again, throbbing with need. His stomach felt heavy with milk, yet there was so much more to drink. An endless supply from the eager cowgirls.
He felt Marigold rise from him, only for Clarissa to take her place, planting her soft brown curves on his lap, her pussy swallowing his cock in a single go. Aben cried out in sensitive pleasure, the tightness of the proud cow wonderful around his cock, even as Marigold took Clarissa’s place, turned his head, and pushed her buxom breast right into his eager mouth.
“Oooooh!” Marigold moaned as Aben began obediently suckling from her teat, her cream richer, frothier than Clarissa’s smooth brew. “He’s soooooo hungry.”
“Of c-course he mmmm! Is!” Clarissa gasped, her hips pounding him into the couch. “G-good bulls a-always aaaaare!”
Aben whimpered in delight at her praise. Yes. Yes. He was a good bull. A good bull for his cows. For all the cows of Alpha Mommy Milkers. And as he drowned in milk, curves, and pleasured rutting, he realized that though he came to college to learn, he’d gotten the only lesson that really mattered before attending a single class.
That he was a good bull.
And he loved his cow mistresses more than anything else.
