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The Whore Store - Got Milk?
🕑 Added 2023-10-26 18:34:42 +0000 UTCAnother entry into "The Whore Store" series where a very important question is asked - Got Milk?
Sorry for the delay with this one, but I hope that you enjoy the 'short story' write-up to go along with the image.
There are a few variations to the pic too. Artist Lilboots did some great work on this one. :D
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Got Milk?
"You know, Master, maybe we should let the products speak for themselves. I mean no one likes all these gimmicky sales tactics, right?" Syx said, hoping maybe this time she could talk him out of the latest in his ridiculous get-rich-quick schemes.
Rickard scrunched up his face in thought and his missing teeth made his face collapse comically. He shrugged.
"Yeah, but my products are shoddy and cheap," he admitted with zero shame in his tone. "It's fine. That's what snazzy and eye-catching advertising is for!"
"So, get to shaking it, you big titty-bitch! I'm not paying you for your brains!" He rudely SLAPED her ass, then paused, tapping his chin. "Actually, I'm not paying you period... but the point stands."
Rickard reached into the wagon and tossed a blanket into Syx's face, "Here, you know what to do. Hurry up and assume the position."
Accompanied by a huff of frustration, Syx fluffed out the cloth and spread it on the ground beside her. Eyes narrowed she took in the steady flow of foot traffic before kneeling down to take her 'sales' position.
Syx wasn’t even sure exactly where they were today. She’d missed the name of the town on the way in as she had been busy suckling on her master's nutsack when they’d passed the sign. It didn’t seem to be an overly large community though it was already bustling with townsfolk, many of whom glanced over at the wagon store as it magically unfurled and set up for a day of trading. Their eyes tended to linger less on the wagon's wares however and instead began to crawl hungrily over Syx's body before they walked on.
At a glance it didn’t seem to be the kind of place that had residents with coin to spare, even considering Rickard's inexpensive inferior products. Syx got the barest tingle of hope that her day would turn around, that was until she spotted the Minotaur stalking down the cobblestone streets.
Towering over people by nearly two heads, the black-furred creature had bulging muscles that rippled beneath his pelt with two long and wickedly sharp horns protruding from his temples. Twin axes hung from a leather belt around his waist over a simple loincloth, and the crisscrossing scars marked him as some kind of fighter or perhaps wandering barbarian.
Syx gulped hoping he wouldn’t notice through the crowd of people but she saw Rickard grin as he spotted the minotaur. He grabbed a sign and quickly scribbled something then pushed it into Syx's hands and within seconds had launched into his loud “step right up! Potions, oils, elixirs, magic and more” spiel that turned a few heads and caught the bull-man’s attention
The minotaur paused to look at the store signage then bee-lined toward the wagon. His cloven hooves clopped against the ground as he approached with purposeful strides.
Syx's breath caught in her throat, and she willed herself not to cower as the Minotaur stopped right in front of her, studying her for a moment.
The Minotaur coldly looked over Syx, read the sign in her hands, and then regarded her again. Syx looked down at the signage, blinking at the words “GOT MILK” now scrawled there. She gulped and put on her best apologetic smile, hoping against hope that he'd leave. The Minotaur reached down, cupped her chin, and carefully adjusted her head so he could study her face even as she tried to avoid eye contact.
"Cute. But not what I'm looking for," the Bull man rumbled," I need some potions and trinkets, sure... but as a deal sweetener, I’m looking for something that's more my type after having been gone from my people for so long."
Syx let out a held breath but then the Minotaur released her chin and took hold of her right breast, He fondled the flesh, rolling her nipple between his callused fingers as if testing the rubbery nubs. Syx bit her lip to silence the building moan in her throat.
"Still, not a bad offer. Not bad at all."
"Yes, really a s-shame." She let out the breath as he released her tit and took a step back. Syx felt her heartbeat faster, elated that she managed to avoid the huge bovine cock she'd seen swell under his loincloth. She smiled sweetly, “I had looked forward to servicing you, but... oh well, maybe next time, brave travell---"
"Hey," Rickard shouted after the Minotaur. "Don't leave yet. I'm sure men of culture like us can come to an agreement."
Syx stopped as she felt a tingle race over her skin; felt the magic wash over her. Her stomach dropped as she heard a strange hollow metal clong. A huge drop of sweat formed on her brow. That sound...Was that a…? Looking down she saw exactly what she thought she had heard.
A cowbell sat attached to her collar. A perfect accessory to go with the animal costume she now found herself wearing... or more precisely, the few patches of cow print material that strategically covered very little of her body.
Syx looked up in horror, the Minotaur was eyeing her with a hungry grin pulling at the corner of his muzzle.
"Shopkeep, show me your wares." The bull-man stated bluntly, stepping past Syx and over to where Rickard beamed and pointed at his table of potions, salves, trinkets, and trash.
While the barbarian poked through bottles Syx's breath hitched in her chest. She knew the more useful typical adventurer-styled potions were brewed with barely passable ingredients and regents. After all, it was mostly crappy, low-grade junk that Mikey didn't want soiling the shelves of his magic shop. Maybe he wouldn't find anything.
Even over the sounds of the market all around the clink of the minotaur's coin on the table was deafening in Syx's ears.
"A pleasure doing business, my fine fellow. Please enjoy your complimentary pole polishing." Rickard waved with a flourish in Syx's direction as the minotaur stud walked up to her, casually putting away the collections of bottles he purchased into a belt pouch.
"Oooh, Hooo. Now that's a nice touch." The Minotaur snorted, stroking a finger over the tiny horns on top of Syx's head. "Do I need to take her behind the wagon?"
"Nah. Out front is fine. Long as you are good with it," Rickard said between bites on his newly acquired gold coins. "Syx! Make sure you put on a good show. It'll help attract business" Rickard commanded as the bullish barbarian pulled aside his loincloth.
The bull man's cock was massive, as big around as her forearm, covered in ebony skin and coarse hair. Syx gulped audibly as she looked at the organ being hefted closer to her lips. The bulbous head was a deep purple atop a thick shaft crisscrossed with blue veins on the underside. The minotaur dragged it across her skin, precum smearing in a viscous line. Then it flopped onto her face with a sound like a raw steak slapped across a cutting board and all but blocked her vision.
Comments
Andy
Oh dang I wish the story went on a bit longer haha, still great to see another one in this series, it's becoming one of my favorites!
Abomination Of Dis
Poor Syx, almost got out of it! So close!
