On Tap

A young cow hybrid makes a nice tip at her waitress job.

Desura Bovine, Patrick Copugar and Fay Hearth are all my OCs.
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Desura Bovine needed a break. The Bear and Bison Inn was packed with customers, the too-small outfit she wore was chafing and she felt like she was wilting with the day's unnatural heat. But the worst part by far was that she'd skipped her weekly milking that morning because she was in a rush. Her breasts felt so swollen and full, and the added weight was killing her back.

A hybrid cougar entered the building. He stood a little taller than her, and was clearly older. Light brown fur with a darker patch on top that ran right down to his tail. But what caught Desura's eye were his muscles. He was toned all over, with a clear series of lines crossing over his stomach. A sharp pain in her lip told her she'd been biting it. Hoping no-one noticed, she took the dirty glasses and mugs into the washroom.

Desura placed the glasses into the washbucket but didn't clean them. Rather, she took a deep breath and headed back out. She headed to the cougar instinctively. What was wrong with her? She normally never acted this irrational.

"Hello, sir. May I take your order?" she asked, hands behind her back to make her look more dignified.

"Hello. I wasn't aware Fay's employees came to take orders now." he pointed out, seeming a little suspicious of her.

Desura panicked to think of a reason. "Fay said you're a special case. Didn't say why, but..." she shrugged and hoped she sounded convincing.

Her lie seemed to work. "Well then, I'd like a mug of milk please. Fresh, pure milk." He glanced at her large breasts and cleared his throat. "N-not meaning any offense, of course."

A lewd idea entered the cow hybrid's head. Her breasts ached so much: she needed them milked now. And this cougar was so desirable. Desura found herself biting her lip again, but the cougar was too fixated on her breasts to notice her gaze. Thank the gods for that, she thought.

"Well Sir... if you ask nicely enough..." The words caught in her throat but she pressed on after a moment "I'll let you drink some directly from the tap." Desura finished. She was slightly red-faced but otherwise fine.

The cougar's eyes went slightly wider in surprise. His eyes drifted to her breasts again. He smiled and said "Then may I please drink some milk directly from the tap?"

"Yes, you may, sir." Desura answered. As the two headed to a room on the right of the inn, Desura called to the owner. "Fay, I'm getting a tip from this customer. Sorry to abandon you like this."

Fay seemed to recognize the cougar and smiled slightly. "Fair warning, Desura: it's a big tip. Treat her right, will you?"

"You need to make the request?" the cougar joked.

Once they'd entered the room, Desura untied the bow at the back of her dress. From there it was as simple as hoisting it over her head, torso and skirt together. The maid's enlarged udders dropped downwards and jiggled slightly as soon as she pulled the tie at the back of her bra. Her nipples, normally light brown, had turned a sore red.

"Ah. So I won't be the only one getting something I want from this." The cougar had clearly noticed how swollen and painful her breasts were. He now regarded them with some concern in lieu of lust. "Then let's not tarry long, Desura."

The cow hybrid sat down on the bed, and her newfound lover joined her, his hands already taking her breasts in hand. The cougar's hands were firm, but his lips were soft. He suckled gently on each nipple, coaxing the milk out. He circled them with his tongue too, lessening the soreness greatly.

He squeezed both breasts tightly and milk slowly leaked out. He cupped his around one breast and placed his lips to the nipple before squeezing both sides of the udder. Milk squirted out, but something was wrong: normally it would be coming out in a steady stream, but only a few drops came out, if that. The cougar repeated the action on the other breast with the same result.

"Delicious." He commented, licking his lips. "Better?"

"A little, but there's still so much..." Desura whimpered, internally cursing herself for letting this happen. "Most of it must have gotten stuck."

"Hmm..." he seemed deep in thought, but his right hand had already begun running down her stomach. Before Desura could speak, his hand had slipped into her shorts. She gulped. Was he really going to-

His next action answered the question as his fingers began teasing her opening. His hand was soft now, gently pulling her lips apart. His finger poked at the entance a couple of times, but didn't enter. Rather, they moved to her bead and she let out a soft moan of pleasure as he began rubbing it in circles. Another lessening of the soreness in her nipple told her he was doing the same her breast with his tongue.

All of a sudden, he began furiously rubbing her bead. His tongue circled her nipple at the same rhythm and his left hand had her udder in a vice-like grip. Desura would clamp her legs shut in pleasure if he hadn't placed himself between them. This felt amazing. Beyond amazing, even. Desura already felt the inner pressure building rapidly. The waves of pleasure were crashing over her like boulders. She... she was going to...

"AAAAAAAH!" The maid announced her orgasm with a loud cry of rapture that she imagined startled the whole inn. Her breasts erupted with milk-she felt the white liquid gush out of them, though the immense pleasure had forced her eyes shut. As a huge feeling of relief swpet over her chest, she felt her strength give, and fell back onto the bed. She barely felt the cougar's mouth lapping up the milk that had squirted onto her body.

His mouth... His fingers... She wanted more. Needed more. It had been months since she'd felt a warm cock in her mouth. Between her tits. Inside her... oh fuck. As large as the bulge pressing against her leg was, he was still too small for her. Her pussy was for taking bulls and horses; if he entered her there, she wouldn't feel a thing.

But she had an idea.

First things first though. After giving a small sigh to let him know she was awake, she grabbed hold of the cougar's shoulders tightly and pulled him into a kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his snaked around her waist. They both pulled each other closer, no words needing to be said. She broke the kiss and gestured for him to strip off.

There was only a pair of dark green shorts that matched his eyes. Everywhere else was as bare as a desert, something Desura found herself thankful for. His cock was larger than she thought; completely pink and pointed at the tip. She also noticed a small ring of barbs midway down it, which intrigued her.

Desura gently pulled him onto the bed and got onto her knees.  She lifted her somewhat smaller breasts onto his lap and placed them either side of his meat, a little milk still leaking from them. Her breasts completely smothered his shaft, as big as it was. She pressed them together and he gave a soft sigh. She began grinding his cock with her udders, massaging them around it. Desura lifted her breasts up and let them fall onto his lap again with a satisfying slap sound. She began doing so in a slow and steady rhythm, as each fall sent a shock of pain through her udders. She quite liked that though.

She paused for a moment to bend down and give his cock a lick. It tasted so strong. So warm. Desura yearned to taste more of it. Her mouth descended onto his tip and he let out a short whimper. Her tongue circled the head as her breasts bounced up and down his shaft. She pulled back upon tasting the sweet clear liquid steadily leaking from it.

"Onto the main course?" The cougar asked, smiling.

The cow sighed. "I'm sorry to say it, but I'll barely feel you inside me. I may be a hybrid, but my pussy is still built for bull cocks." Desura explained. The cougar looked a little crestfallen. "Luckily for you, I've got two holes for a reason."

She'd wanted to try anal since her first time 5 years ago, but all of her lovers had simply been too big. Bull and horsecocks fitted her pussy like a glove, but her rear was an entirely different story. It was too small for large cocks, but too big for any humanoids besides orcs, and decent orc men were in very short supply in Asmana.

"Are you sure?" the cougar asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah. It can't be as bad as everyone says." Desura shrugged, trying to sound casual.

"I'll tell you right now, this is going to hurt. A lot." The cougar warned her.

"Trading one kind of pain for another? Welcome to a cow hybrid's life." Desura joked.

She lay on her side and put her right leg into the air. Getting the idea, the cougar swung his leg over her other one and placed his cock at her rear entrance. Her right leg rested on his shoulder. He gave a couple of testing thrusts, and Desura's ass seemed to open up at each one.

He gave one final piece of advice: "Bite your lip."

The maid felt his cock penetrate her rear and she gave a sharp cry of pain. The barbs midway down it pushed inside and she gripped the covers harder. She felt a single tear running down her cheek and grunted as she felt yet more of his cock enter her. It felt enormous, and she began doubting whether she was really up to this.

"Desura? You okay?" He asked, sounding ready to pull out if she wasn't.

"Yeah... it's really weird though." Desura answered honestly. She really couldn't think of the words to describe how this felt. She decided to push onwards; if it was too much, she doubted he'd begrudge her it. "Just... go slowly. You're still really big."

He obliged her, pulling back leisurely. He paused a moment and Desura felt something cold and wet drip onto her  deflowered hole. A couple of seconds later, the cougar pushed deeply into her again. It still felt strange, but Desura thankfully found it less painful than before. The barbs midway pushed in again and she giggled into the bed-they tickled slightly.

The cougar slowly shaped a pattern. He pushed into her a little faster with each thrust; just enough to be noticeable. Desura found herself feeling relief when he pulled out of her tight rear, but she also felt a jolt of pain-and pleasure-when he pushed back into her. The maid found herself starting to enjoy this.

The cougar began to thrust faster, her ass having been stretched enough to accomodate his meat. Desura didn't fault him: he'd been patient enough. She reached down and began rubbing her bead in time with his thrusts. Though she didn't feel any building pressure (she'd already had one orgasm after all) she still bit her lip to prevent her from crying out in pleasure.

Desura's lover began to start panting, and the maid could feel his shaft getting even harder. Between the weirdness of the sensation and the sheer pleasure from it, she could only breathe out two words. "Inside. Please."

"Ngh-" He grunted, gripping her leg tightly as he thrusted one last time, the whole shaft entering the cow hybrid. The thick meat pulsed 1, 2, 3 times. She felt the cum shooting deep up her sphincter; it's warmness reached what felt like halfway to her stomach. Her lover pulled the shaft out and lay next to her, making sure to stop straddling her leg.

She felt the cougar's cum gently running down her ass as she lay on the bed. Her skin felt a little cold, but inside she couldn't be any warmer. She felt blessed to have gotten such a considerate lover. Not to mention he was clearly experienced-he'd brought her to the first orgasm so quickly. Her bead tingled slightly as she remembered the sensation of his fingers rubbing it with such speed. She'd heard cougars were fast but-

"Oh!" The sudden exclamation from her lover snapped her out of her thoughts. "I just realized I never introduced myself." The cougar's hand met his face as he spoke before he held it towards her. "Patrick Cougar, best courier in Asmana."

"Well, that's a hell of a package you're carrying." The hybrid joked, shaking his hand. She felt exhausted, but a lot better now she'd been so thoroughly milked. "Desura Bovine."

For a minute or three, the two lovers just lay next to each other. Their mutual smiles of contentment said more than words could. Desura felt comfy laying next to him, though she wasn't fully sure why.

"Well, I'd better get back to work." the cow hybrid stood up, though she didn't like leaving his side. "Those customers won't serve themselves."

"Yeah, I need to get to Bluegrass for a job." The cougar replied, already pulling his shorts back up.

"Would you like to come back here for another drink when you're done?" The cow asked, almost without thinking. Her bead felt slightly tingly again.

Patrick smiled and answered "I would love to."