"Ergh, gross..." The fox hero muttered, wiping his lips from the cooties as he made his way up the stairs. "I can still taste the bananas. I hate bananas..."

After having been forced into the position of saving his home and everyone he cared about, Jamie quickly found himself taking up the role of an adventurer, sent on a quest to stop Georgette, the succubus poodle who was the source of this little journey.

He didn't start off the day thinking that he would end up having to be the hero of the village, let alone climbing a tower where 19 guardians and the boss bitch herself were waiting for him.

And the challenges that he was presented with thus far were something he would only hear about in stories and legends. From a 30 ft. snake that would entrance and devour him to a living dinosaur that saw better use for him as a toilet than an opponent, the young man was being presented with situations that no normal person could ever even dream of facing, let alone surviving.

Thankfully, his life was spared by fate in every ordeal up until now, though he was literally still getting a taste of what the previous challenge had him faced with.

A hyperactive monkey that had the power to shrink him via kisses and used him as a plaything for who-knows-how-long, probably wanting a taste of his banana split.

It's not like she was completely ugly or anything, and he admired her energy and tenacity, plus she was playful as hell, but she wasn't his type. In fact, she was probably the first one of this tower's guardians that he actually didn't want to bring himself to give into temptation.

But now, he was moving up the stairwell and into the 9th floor, where the next girl awaited him, with the taste of her banana breath and sticky lips still playing with his taste buds.

The ninth floor, where his next guardian awaited him.

Jamie walked up the stairs, entering the 9th floor.

The fox inspected the area, though the shining glimmer of a white liquid reflect in his eye. Looking around the room, he saw the cause of it, via the the hundreds of bottles, all containing some thick white substance.

"Is that... milk?" He asked himself, walking over to one of the dozens of stacked shelves to get a closer look at it.

It smelled like milk, and looked like milk, so it probably was milk. But why were there so many bottles of it? There had to be hundreds, maybe thousands of them. And why was it all over the walls and floor of this room?

As the previous room resembled a jungle, this one was going for more of a dairy farm, with the bottles, the smell of fresh milk, the barn-like design, and the milking machines... With a couple of falic-looking rods on both the front and back if the seat.

The hero took a sample of the white substance from the nearest bottle, noticing the label that read "Moo Moo Milk", putting his finger up to his nose and smelling it.

"It's milk alright." He noted, before putting the white substance onto his tongue, tasting it and making his face light up, his eyes widening as a result. "Wow!"

With the sweet yet creamy taste of the substance on his tongue, Jamie began to drink the entire contents of the bottle, downing the liquid and feeling it's effects in his stomach, the young man looking for more of the bottles.

"Holy shit, this is good!" He remarked, grabbing another bottle and chugging it down as fast as possible without choking.

The fox felt himself becoming more and more hungry for the substance, and before long, he was dead set on draining the entire room's contents of the stuff.

Whether this was down to another form of magic or some incredible formula to make the taste irresistible, Jamie didn't care. All he wanted was more and more and more.

In less than a minute, the second bottle was completely empty and he wasted no time going for a third one.

"Damn, I gotta bring this stuff back to the guys!" He announced to himself, ripping the lid off the glass container and lifting it to get the contents in his mouth and down his throat as soon as humanly possible.

He had to admit, this was probably the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his life. Way better than triceratops shit, he was sure.

He drank the stuff down like it was water and he had been walking the desert for a month.

After getting a taste for this milk, he wouldn't mind trudging through a thousand deserts, just for a drop.

"Thirsty, aren't ya?" The light chuckle of an older country-sounding female caught the fox off guard.

Jamie put the almost-half empty bottle down, his attention immediately drawn to the sound.

The young hero looked ahead, seeing who it was that had interrupted him, though fearful about what she may be, or what her chosen course of action would be for him.

No prizes for guessing whether or not she was also the source of the godly milk.

She was a cow, and a pretty plump one at that. Heavy in terms of chest, belly and hip sizes, the bovine was pretty gifted with her thicc bod.

She was mostly pink on her body, but the area on top and around her head, including her ears, were black, and he could see she had a yellow belly.

As for her attire, it was a pretty simple country dress, with the main color being white, and it had a big blue ribbon in the middle of it. Though it did a pretty decent job of showing off what she had to offer, as most of her hefty cleavage was on display for the fox to witness, and the skirt didn't go much further past her fat ass would be.

"Howdy, stranger. See ya've got a taste fer mah Moo Moo Milk. It's quite good, ain't it?" She asked him, smiling in a friendly way as she walked up to him.

"Y-yeah." The fox answered, looking at the bottle again, almost hypnotically. "It's really good, ma'am."

The cow smiled at him again. "Well, I'm mighty glad ta hear it! That's one thing y'all have in common with a lotta folk that ah meet." She told him. "They never can get enough a' it."

It was hardly surprising why; this liquid was better than even the most expensive wine money could buy.

Unfortunately, just as the fox as about to go in for more, the bovine grabbed it with her bigger hands and confiscated it from the canine.

"Well, ah think that's enough free samples fer ya, hun~" She remarked, putting the bottle away.

Jamie's eyes widened, as the cow had taken away the only thing in the world that seemed to matter anymore.

"Wait, I-" He stammered, trying to reach out for the bottle, but was unable to do so, thanks to his opponent's meaty body. "I- I need-"

"Hush, sugar. Ain't no sense in gettin' worked up over it." She assured him, putting her hand up. "Y'all can still get as much as ya like. Just gotta do a few things fer me, first."

The fox looked at her desperately. He wasn't exactly in the best position to say no, considering his situation and how thirsty he was for more of the amazing liquid.

"Y-yeah, sure! Just tell me what you need me to do!" He begged, the desperate look in his eyes making the bovine laugh.

"Ah knew you'd be agreeable, sweetheart." She replied, before giving him his orders. "What ah need ya ta do first is tell me yer name and why yer here. And don't lie ta me; ah'll know."

The fox hesitated at first, but was too desperate to get more of the milk to lie.

"J-Jamie." He answered, gulping. "My name's Jamie."

"Jamie? What a nice name, sugah!" The bovine praised, petting his head with her huge hand. "So, what are ya doin' up here, Jamie?"

"I-I'm trying to get to the top floor and save the world. B-but first, I have to beat the guardians, and you're one of them." The young man explained, the thicc cow looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, really now?" She remarked, putting a hand on her wide hip and using the other one to hold the bottle up to her chin. "Well, ah'm mighty flattered ya came all this way ta meet me, but... y'all might wanna think 'bout changin' yer plans."

The canine frowned at the bovine, the desperation and hunger for her milk still present.

"W-why would I need to change my plans, ma'am?"

"Well, ya see, honey... Ah don't give out this milk ta folk that aren't on mah side. And, since yer gonna have ta go through me, well, that makes ya my enemy."

Jamie's eyes widened at her answer, which made the cow grin at him, amused by his reaction.

And it was only made worse when she held the bottle out to her side and behan to tilt it, letting contents spill out onto the floor and causing the hero's pupils to shrink in shock.

"N-no, wait!" The fox shouted, trying to reach the bottle, but the cow moved it further and further away from his grasp, leaving him heless as he could only watch his beloved milk slowly drip out, gradually emptying from the glass container.

The cow laughed at his attempts to get the milk back, finding his desperation for the white liquid hilarious, looking like his whole world was falling apart.

"No more milkies fer you, cutie~" She cooed, the final drop hitting the ground and the bottle now completely empty.

Jamie stared at the ground, horrified, before looking up at the bovine, who grinned down at him.

"Well, ah suppose ya best skidaddle now, sugar. Ah'd hate ta see a cutie like y'all get hurt." She remarked, waving her fingers at him, while the hero stared at her, tears filling his eyes.

"N-no, please..." He pleaded, getting on his knees and holding his hands together. "I'll do anything, please... Just give me more of your milk..."

"Sorry, Jamie." She apologized, putting the bottle down on the table next to her, and turning around. "If yer not with me, then ah can't share mah milknwith ya. Thanks fer dropping by, though. Y'all have a nice day now!"

As she was walking away from the young man, Jamie started to become frantic, unable to handle the fact that the bovine had deprived him of the best drink in the world.

"Please, l-let me just..." He begged further, not wanting to leave. "I'll... I'll do whatever you say! Just give me some more, please! I'll be your servant, or- or whatever else you want, I- I can't-"

The cow stopped in her tracks and turned back to face him, seeing the pathetic look in his eyes, a tear trickling down his cheek.

That told her that his fate was sealed.

"Hmm, ah dunno..." She hummed, putting her hand on her cheek, her elbow rested in the other hand. "Ah dunno if ah should, sugah... Ah can be pretty deamndin'..."

"Please!" Jamie begged, bowing his head and putting his hands together. "I-I'm begging you, let me serve you, and- and I'll do whatever you want, or- or I'll leave and never come back, just-"

The bovine smiled, looking at the pitiful fox with both hands on her wide hips.

"Okay, Jamie, ah'll tell y'all what. If ya want mah Moo Moo Milk THAT bad, then ah have a proposition fer ya."

The fox looked up at her, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Yer gonna haft'a switch sides. Yer gonna work fer me and mistress Georgette, and forget 'bout yer quest ta stop her. In return, ah'll keep feedin' ya all the milk y'all want. Sound fair?"

The cow was offering the young man a deal. And while the price was his freedom, his friends, his family, and everything else, she had something that he was more interested in.

And so, with tears rolling down his cheeks and an ashamed, yet desperate look on his face, the fox bowed his head.

"I'll do it..." He replied, accepting her offer. "I'll join your side."

The bovine smiled, and knelt down, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Ah knew ya'd make the right choice, Jamie." She assured him, leaning down and using her thumb to wipe the tear off his cheek. "Ah promise, y'all will make a fine worker, and ah'll be sure ta give ya lots a' milk."

Jamie nodded, and the cow stood up again, turning for the door.

"Now, ah'd love ta stay an' chat, but ah've gotta go report ta mistress Georgette and get your tag ready fer later."

As the fox nodded in understanding, the cow lady picked up a bottle and handed it to him, causing the hero to gasp.

"Here, ya can have this fer now, but don't go drinking it all in one go, y'hear?"

"T-thank you." He stammered, taking the bottle into his hands, looking at the bottle as if it were his very life essence.

"Now stay put, Jamie." She responded, before leaving him alone.

Now the young man was alone with his thoughts, and the bottle of milk.

He looked at the glass bottle in his hand, and his eyes widened, realizing that he had given up his friends, family, and put the previous 8 ordeals in vain, all for this one glass bottle...

And how much of a great deal that was!

He took a swig of the delicious liquid, feeling it run down his throat and fill his belly with warmth and happiness.

This WAS his life essence.

The fox sat there, on his knees, looking at the bottle in his hands.

"M-Moo Moo Milk..."

He could feel the milk flowing through his body, making his skin tingle and his body tremble with excitement.

If ecstacy itself was a drink, there would be no substitute for this.

He continued to drink the milk, feeling his cock throb and his heart race with anticipation.

He would make sure to enjoy every last drop of it, savoring the flavor and feeling of the creamy, delicious, addicting substance.

After the last drop was gone, he wiped his mouth, his chest heaving, as he put the bottle down.

Then, the young man took his cock out of his pants, his eyes filled with lust and his cock throbbing, aching for relief.

Of course, this was an effect of the incredible dairy product, but he didn't care. All he knew was that he needed relief, and quickly.

He wrapped his fingers around his length, starting to jerk off, his eyes glued to the glass bottle.

"M-Moo Moo Mil-" He whispered, before biting his lip, as his entire being was taken over by pleasure.

"Ohhhh, fuck!"

His mind was blank, filled with thoughts of only his addiction to the bovine's milk, his body and cock reacting accordingly, as he began to stroke himself faster and faster.

It wouldn't even take another 20 seconds for him to achieve his goal, and after a total of 1 minute, the fox was moaning and grunting, his cock spewing it's load onto the floor.

The young man's body quivered, as his seed shot out of him, hitting the floor with a loud splat, and leaving a puddle beneath him.

He gasped for air, his head spinning from the intense climax he had just experienced.

His body couldn't take his own weight, and as soon as his legs gave up on him, he fell back, laying on the floor, his body exhausted.

He tried to get up, but couldn't.

All he could do was lay there, on the ground, looking up at the ceiling, his heart beating out of his chest as his vision blurred over, before everything faded to black.

***

"Jamie... Jamie... Jamie!"

The sound of a female voice brought the fox back into consciousness.

He slowly opened his eyes, groaning.

At first, only a pink and black blur occupied his eyes' vision, but they soon came into focus.

"Ah, yer awake." A familiar country voice chimed, looking down at him, her hand petting his head. "Ah was beginnin' ta worry about ya. Thought ya could be out fer at least a day."

Jamie looked up at the cow, seeing the same plump bovine he remembered, and feeling her large hand caress his head.

"What..."

"Well, guess Ah know yer limit now. That'll be good for next time. Don't want ya to faint everytime, now, would we?"

Jamie's eyes widened, remembering the events that lead to his current predicament.

"H-hey, your... Your milk."

The bovine chuckled.

"Yes, yes, Ah know, sugar. It's pretty powerful, ain't it?"

The fox groaned, sitting up and rubbing his head.

Already, his body was begging him to get more of it, like he had been craving it for years.

He looked at the cow, his eyes pleading.

"Ma'am, please... May I have some more?"

The cow laughed pitifully.

"In a moment, sweetheart. Got a few things ah need ya ta do fer me." She replied, turning around to face away from him.

Before he got the chance to ask what he could do to be rewarded with such a heavenly substance, she answered him via grabbing the hem of her dress's skirt and lifting it upwards, exposing her plump pink backside to the smaller fox.

"First, ah need ta make sure that ya've learnt yer place." The cow said, as her big, round, fat ass was on display.

The sight was almost enough to send Jamie's mind spiralling, and if he didn't have a better handle on his desires, he would've jacked off and came immediately.

Still, that wasn't saying a whole lot, as he could only think about two things right now: her milk and her thiccness. If he had her permission/blessing, he would've plundered his face in between her buttcrack without a second thought.

"Kiss it." The cow demanded, her voice low and stern.

Jamie nodded, and the cow leaned down, her big, soft, fleshy ass cheeks pressed against his face.

He didn't need a second hint or command, as the fox closed his eyes and pressed his lips to her right cheek, planting a few small kisses onto her backside.

"There we go." The cow cooed, smiling down at him behind her. "Ah knew ya'd make a fine worker fer me, Jamie. This is what ya've got ta look forward to fer the rest o' yer life. Just think 'bout how happy and satisfied ya'll be. Now, show me some love, sugar."

Jamie nodded, and planted his face into the bovine's ass and continuing kissing it vigorously.

She was right, this is what his life would consist of; doing every little task she gave him, in return for getting to touch her amazing plump body and her god-tier milk.

He felt like a fool for not having joined her earlier, even if he had known about how incredible this would be.

The fox moved his lips, alternating between her cheeks to fulfil her command as much as possible and please his mistress.

"Very good, sugar." She cooed, feeling his tongue and lips all over her plump, fleshy backside. "Mama's very happy. Now, let's move on ta yer next task."

"Yes, ma'am." Jamie responded, giving her a final kiss, before moving his head back, and the cow lowering her dress's skirt.

She then turned around and looked at him fully again, eyeing him up and down.

"Alright, ah don't need ya ta wear them rags, while yer here." She said bluntly, crossing her arms.

Jamie didn't hesitate, as he took off his clothes, starting with his shirt.

Once again, the cow examined him like a piece of equipment, inspecting the quality and shape.

"Hmmm... Not really up ta mah standards." She noted, before nodding and looking at him. "But ah think ah can whip ya into shape in a few months, Jamie. But fer now, ah'll need ya to strip down completely."

Jamie did as told, not hesitating in the slightest, taking his pants and underwear off as well, and standing naked in front of her.

The bovine chuckled, shaking her head.

"My, my, Jamie, ya sure ain't one fer the ladies ta gawk over. Bet y'all would throw out yer back tryin' ta life me, wouldn't ya? But, ah guess there's somethin' endearin' 'bout yer figure, cutie. Ah'm sure a few of the girls here would love a little fox toy ta play with."

The canine could only blush and look pathetic at what she was saying, but didn't dare argue, lest he was deprived of his precious Moo Moo Milk.

The cow giggled at him, finding his reaction adorable, as she stepped back.

"Best keep ya naked while yer workin' here, so they can see what ya've got ta offer... Not that it's sayin' much." She giggled, turning around and motioning for him to follow her. "Come on, let's go. And bring yer clothes wit' ya."

The fox nodded, and followed her, keeping his eyes fixed on her round, meaty ass and hips, swaying side to side as she walked, while her skirt bounced on and off her rear like a beach ball.

The Miltank didn't even have to look at him to know what he was looking at.

"Don't gawk at mah ass, sugar. Yer not good 'nough fer it."

Jamie flinched, and looked away from her with a deepened blush.

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry."

The cow smiled at his response, and the two of them stopped walking when they entered the next room.

The room was mostly dark, only lit by the large fireplace as the embers roared within it.

The bovine turned to the smaller fox, and gestured to the burning station.

"Alright, Jamie, add those rags o' yers to the fire. Ya ain't gonna need 'em." She instructed, letting him pass her and walk up to it.

The hero hesitated, as the flames danced in the fire, and the smoke rose into the air, billowing upwards into the chimney.

He knew he had his order from his mistress, and he couldn't hesitate for long.

After a brief moment, he nodded, and placed the clothes in the fireplace, the flames burning them instantly and causing them to turn to ash.

"There we go, good boy." She complimented him, and grabbed him, pulling him to the carpet on his knees. "Now, get yer bum up in the air fer me. This is the most important step in yer induction."

"W-what's that, ma'am?" He asked as he did as he was told and stuck his backside up for her, moving his tail out of the way to expose his butt cheeks and private parts, looking back at her and being met with an evil grin.

She didn't answer him, but rather walked up to the fireplace as well and reaching down for something connected to the inside of it.

Jamie hadn't noticed the long metal rod's handle sticking out of the blaze until now, but as soon as she held it in her hand and showed the white hot burning end, he knew exactly what it was, what it was used for, and what she was about to do to him with it.

The branding iron had a picture of Miltank's face on it. The very same one printed on each label of anything that contained her milk.

Following that logic, it made sense that he would also need to be marked as a result of joining her side. He was basically hers now, anyway.

"Now, hold still, sugar." She warned him, befmilkmoving behind him and bringing the brand over to his rear, the end glowing and crackling.

The boy could only watch, feeling his heartbeat rise in anticipation, his face turning red and his ears twitching nervously.

He was about to be branded. He would have her mark on him.

He would be hers forever, and the idea of that both scared him and excited him simultaneously.

As she brought the rod over to his rear, the tip just inches away from his buttcheek, Jamie couldn't help but tremble.

"I-is it going to hurt?" He asked, the nervousness in his voice quite apparent.

The cow laughed at the stupid question.

"'Course it is, ya silly boy." She replied, moving the hot brand over to his cheek. "This is gonna be the worst pain ya've ever felt in yer entire life."

The fox gasped, as the Miltank pushed the rod down onto his cheek.

The sound of sizzling flesh and burning fur was easily drowned out by his screams.

His whole body was shaking and he quicky started to tear up, as the cow slowly pushed the iron further in, and a new addition to his body was permanently branded into his ass, a perfect image of the Miltank's face, which was now hers, and hers alone.

His once pristine, snow white fur was now forever ruined and smeared with a black, soon to be red, picture of a gorgeous cow, marking him as property.

He continued to scream in pain, the searing agony overwhelming his senses, as his face scrunched up, tears rolling down his cheeks.

The cow could only chuckle and smirk evilly at his reaction, the branding iron firmly pressed against his rear. She didn't really need to hold it in place for ad long as she was doing, but it wasn't like Jamie was going to stop her.

"That's it, sugar." She cooed, the sizzling and popping filling his ears. "It's alright, Jamie. It'll be over soon. And ya'll get mah milk fer a reward, okay?"

Her words alone didn't do much to encourage him to stifle his screaming, but knowing he was going to get more of her milk when this was all over made him believe this was worth every second.

The burning continued for a full minute, the fox screaming and crying, while the bovine kept the hot rod firmly planted onto his ass, making sure the image was perfect.

Once it was, she pulled it away and let him go, the young man collapsing onto the ground and sob pathetically, clutching his wounded cheek, as the cow put the rod back into the fireplace, the image of Miltank's face now on both the rod and his rear.

"There we go." She commented, walking up to him and petting his head. "Just a piece of property now. How'd ya feel?"

The fox couldn't even form the words, the tears rolling down his cheek and the pain and shock still fresh.

The bovine laughed.

"Ah take it ya loved it."

She helped the hero up to his feet, and wiped the tears off his cheek with her thumb again.

"Well, ah'll be sure ta give ya another one, in about a month's time. Now come on, let's get ya some milk~"

The fox's eyes widened, the pain in his ass cheek forgotten, as the thought of more Moo Moo Milk became the only thing on his mind.

He nodded and smiled, and the two of them began walking, the bovine leading the naked, branded fox to the bed in the corner of the room.

The canine's heart was racing and he was smiling widely, as the cow sat on the edge and patted her lap.

"Alright, Jamie, come sit."

The young man obeyed, and sat next on her, feeling the stinging pain from the brand as his sore arse made contact with her meaty leg.

Once again, she had a look of delight at his suffered, as she pulled hem of her dress up again, this time his enough to reveal her massive mammeries.

Jamie couldn’t believe how big they were.

They were each as bigger than his head and just as soft-looking.

They were the kind of breasts you could lose yourself in for hours, and never want to leave.

She smiled at him, and held the back of his head, pulling his mouth to one of them.

"Here, fresh from the source~"

With his face on her heavenly b Jamie didn't hesitate to begin suckling her left breast, the bovine laughing in amusement as she watched him.

"Hehehe! Good boy~"

Just as Jamie expected, the taste was unbelievable.

It was sweeter, fresher, and somehow more addictive than her bottled milk.

It was like liquid paradise was flowing through his veins and making his cock harder than it had ever been before.

He knew without a doubt that he would rather rip his penis off with his bare hands than be taken from this wonderful treat.

And so he began to suckle more eagerly, drinking her milk down, as his tongue caressed her areola.

The Miltank cooed happily, and stroked his head, watching him drink her milk and feeling his mouth on her tits. Helpless didn't even describe her opinion of him right now.

She knew from the start that this boy would succumb to her, and with him by her side, Georgette's conquest would be a success.

Gently, Miltank placed her free hand on his cock, and started to stroke him.

Jamie gasped and moaned, his lips parting from her teat, as she stroked him gently.

"Heehee~ Ya like that, don't ya?" She teased, moving her hand up and down his length, making him shiver.

The canine could only moan, the pleasure overwhelming him, as his cock throbbed and ached in her grasp.

She could tell he was about to cum, and moved her hand faster, making him moan more.

Right on cue, his cock started to throb and ache more, as the fox started to orgasm, his semen spraying from his tip and landing on her hand, wrist, and arm.

The evil cow smiled pleasingly at the fox's climax, her hand moving up and down his length, coaxing every drop out of him, the seed splattering onto her body.

The pleasure was indescribable, the young man feeling his entire body tingle and tremble as his dick was stroked and the milk flowed through his mouth.

What's more, he remained rock hard even after blowing his load, which the bovine noticed and grinned.

"Mmmm~ Ya must be pretty pent up, huh?"

Jamie blushed and nodded, continuing to drink her milk.

Her hand never left his cock, and she stroked him gently, moving her thumb across the tip and stroking the sensitive area.

The young man's entire body trembled, and the cow could feel him trembling.

She giggled and shook her head, enjoying his reaction.

"Ya really are a cutie, Jamie. Ah'm happy ta have ya as my property."

The canine could only continue to drink her milk, enjoying the sensation of her hand on his dick.

His hips instinctively began to buck into her palm, seeking more release from her.

"Mmmm~ Someone's getting desperate~" She teased, continuing to stroke him, her other hand massaging his head.

His body quivered, and his cock ached, making the bovine grin.

"Go ahead, Jamie. Cum fer me again." She encouraged, moving her hand faster and pumping him.

Her hand was working wonders on him, making his cock ache and throb more than he ever could make it on his own.

He could feel himself getting closer to climax, and she could too, moving her hand faster and faster, making his cock throb and ache more.

Finally, the canine could take it no longer, and orgasmed for the second time, his seed spraying out and hitting the floor with a splat.

The Miltank smiled and laughed, feeling his dick twitch in her hand, and the warm, sticky fluid coat her fingers.

"Hehehe, good boy~"

She pulled her hand away from his shaft and inspected it, the cum splattered all over it, her thumb and index finger covered in the stuff.

"Look at this mess, Jamie. It's all your fault, ya know."

The canine blushed, his eyes locked onto her cum-covered hand, and he watched as she lifted it to her lips, and started licking the sticky substance off her digits.

"If only horny virgin boys like you had more control over yerself. Then ya might not give yerself away ta the first thing with a nice pair o' jugs like lil' ol' me. But I guess that's yer problem, not mine."

She chuckled and shook her head, finishing her cleanup job, and looking down at the boy, still downing her milk like his life depended on it.

"Oh, and ya best believe ah ain't done with ya yet, honey. We still got a looooong way ta go, and ah wanna make sure ya'll get a proper induction inta mah service. So, ah'll let ya cum just one more time fer now, then as want ya ta get some rest."

While disappointed by the idea of having to stop drinking her irresistible milk, Jamie could feel his body was exhausted. The physical and mental challenges he had to face by getting this far was difficult enough on its own, but the severe pain still literally burning on his ass and having intensly blown his load twice, not to mention how hard he still was, made the fox tired and in need of some serious rest.

The Miltank smirked, knowing full well that he had no choice but to agree.

"Don't worry, cutie. When ya wake up, ah'll let ya drink more milk from mah personal supply."

That was the best news the hero could've asked for in the current situation, and he could only nod, as he continued to suckle the bovine's breast, her hand rubbing his head affectionately.

She giggled and stroked him again, before leaning down and kissing his forehead.

"Good boy. Now, drink up and have some sweet dreams, 'cause tomorrow's gonna be a looooong day."

The fox was nervous, but nodded, as he continued to suckle, his cock throbbing and aching, the Miltank smiling as she watched him in his pathetic state.

Her milk was too good for him to turn down, and the poor boy had no chance of winning to beg with.

Even after the first two orgasms, it didn't take long for Jamie to explode all over her hand once more, the canine's semen splattering the ground as he moaned and whined into her teat.

"There's a good boy." The cow cooed, patting his head, as the boy came for a third time.

By now, his eyes wouldn't have been able to stay open for long, even if he didn't have them closed as they sampled her milk.

"Sleep well, cutie." The cow told him, smiling down at him, and watching him slowly start to drift off to sleep in her bosom.

"We're gonna have lots of fun together."

Jamie nodded, the fatigue starting to hit him, and he felt himself starting to fall asleep, the cow's breast pressed against his cheek and his dick still hard and throbbing, through slowly growing limp.

Best night of his life, as far as he was concerned.

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Jamie didn't remember much about how the following morning started. All he knew was that he was pretty comfortable to his new position.

Strapped into one of the machines in the room, which binded his hands, neck and feet in place to the device, and a pumping tube enveloping his cock.

As the machine was turned on, his cock was pumped repeatedly, and the canine groaned, unable to pull himself free, as he was jerked off, the machine milking him.

He didn't know how long he had been stuck here for, but he did know he had no intention of complaining.

Especially given the feeding arangement he was provided with.

Another tube, leading out of the wall to directly into his mouth, gently allowed a flow of the amazing Moo Moo Milk to stream directly into his throat, keeping him hydrated.

The fox had no way of escaping his current predicament, and was powerless to resist, his body being drained of both his cock and mouth. And a far as he cared, if he even had the will to care anymore, there was nothing wrong with that. Everyone else in the village could squirm under Georgette's rule, but he would enjoy the sweet taste of the cow's milk and the sensations of the machine fucking him.

It didn't take much longer for him to reach his limit, and the canine let out a muffled moan, as his cock was milked dry, the white liquid spraying into tube for the Nth time this morning.

His seed was collected in a bucket underneath him, as he continued to suckle, the taste of milk never leaving his tongue.

The flow stopped shortly afterwards, and the machine's movements slowed, stopping.

This was the closest thing to thinking for himself that Jamie would get to experience, wondering what was happening and why the milking had stopped.

As his vision wasn't being blocked by the machine or the tube in his mouth, he looked around the room, trying to spot who was the cause of his milking session ending early.

It was then that door to the room opened, and the plump cow walked inside, smirking smugly at the canine.

"Mornin', cutie. How'd ya sleep?" She greeted him, walking over to the machine and petting his head.

Jamie couldn't respond verbally, as his mouth was currently occupied by the tube, and could only watch as she graced him with her pressence.

"Awww... Ah don't really care. Just thought I'd ask." She responded, her hand resting on his head, petting him.

She chuckled, and looked back at the door, as Jamie notices someone else standing there, and the white hot glow coming from next door her.

It was another branding iron, and the person holding it was a pristine poodle.

She was a lot taller than the fox, a lot skinnier too, and she gracefully entered the room with the iron in hand.

In the back of his corrupted mind, the moment that he was her, Jamie was sure he was supposed to be a hero or something, but didn't care.

Miltank looked down at the canine and gave her a curtsey in politeness.

"Ah hope yer ready, sugar. Ah've got a special treat fer ya~" She cooed, patting his head, before stepping aside, letting the poodle and her brand step closer. "Mistress Georgette is gonna mark ya as her slave permanently~"

The canine didn't know why, but his cock throbbed at her words, and he stared at the poodle, and the hot metal in her hands.

He assumed that this brand was going to be a one-time thing, but it didn't make a difference to him. He survived it once and it made Miltank happy, so doing it again would only make her happier, right?

With the brand in her hands, the poodle looked at Miltank and smirked.

"My my, he certainly looks eager to be mine~" The poodle, apparently named Georgette snickered as she aimed the burning tip at his chest, dead center.

Even if Janie could stop her, he didn't even try to, as she pushed the brand onto his chest, making him scream into the tube, and causing the smell of sizzling flesh and fur to fill the air.

Miltank smiled, and held the fox's head, petting him and shushing him as he was branded for the second time in a few hours.

Georgette, meanwhile, laughed as she pushed the brand even further into his chest, her smile widening as he screamed, his voice muffled by the tube in his mouth.

"That's a good boy." She taunted, moving the brand around a little bit. "Take it, and take it in stride. You're nothing more than another slave for me, now. But you don't have any problem with that, do you?"

The young man whimpered, as the brand was moved away, leaving a permanent, red mark on his chest, with a picture of Georgette's head on him for anyone to see.

"Of course not." She continued, the fox looking up at her with tears running down his cheeks. "You belong to me now. You'll be here so long that you'll forget everything and everyone you ever knew before today. I am going to be your whole world, boy. You'll be grateful to have ever met me. Nothing else will matter to you, except staying here and serving me."

Her words were like a siren's song to him, the brand's pain slowly growing as the fox found himself unable to resist.

All he knew was that she was his mistress, and all he wanted was to serve her.

She was the only thing that mattered to him, and he would do whatever it took to keep her happy, especially if it meant he would keep receiving Miltank's milk.

The poodle smiled and removed the brand from his chest, looking at the new addition to his body.

"You're a good boy. I'd be proud of you if I cared enough to ask for your name. But still, I'm sure you'll make a fine slave for me." She remarked, giving his ear a light pinch, making him yelp.

Without another word, she just up and left the room, leaving the cow and the fox alone, once again.

Miltank giggled, and patted his head.

"Ah knew she'd like ya, sugar."

She knelt down and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Now, ah'm gonna go, but ah'll check on ya tonight. In the meantime, enjoy yer milkin', sugar. If ah need anything, ah'll come and getcha."

With a wink and a smile, she turned and left the room, leaving him alone, his cock growing limp, his ass sore, and his chest in agony.

However, as soon as she left him by himself, the machine resumed running, and his cock was pumped once again, the flow of Moo Moo Milk beginning to feed him again.

With a moan, the canine's mind was taken away from his wounds, and he simply relaxed, the machine taking care of him, the pain that came with his mistress's mark on his chest quickly vanishing from his mind.

And just like that, the boy's life became simple and easy, his whole world being filled with Moo Moo Milk, and his new mistress's commands.

As far as he cared, this was how things should stay, and how he should live the rest of his life. Everybody wins.

BAD END 9: MILKED