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Amagi Ranch: Naoto the Cowgirl (Persona 4 Cow TF) + Hiatus
🕑 Added 2024-05-29 17:00:06 +0000 UTCHey folks!
Well, here we are. The start of the next big hiatus. At least this one was planned, not just me getting sick, right? I still have a few stories to post up (and some to finish off) but this should be it for the rest of the year. Hopefully it'll pass in a flash!
I'm going to miss doing this stuff - writing for you guys has always been a ton of fun, and it's one of the things that pushes me to be a better writer. But hey, you've got to chase down opportunities when they happen. I'll let you know how things went when I get back!
As I've mentioned before, I have no idea what the state of this place will be when I get back - things can change so quickly online these days. I might need to restructure stuff, or even switch sites completely... But that'll be something we can deal with in the new year.
For now - thanks for reading, everyone. And especially thanks for all your support over the years. It's meant the world to me. I hope you all have a great year, and I look forward to seeing you all again when I get back.
And in the meantime: Enjoy the story!
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By the time Yukiko got back to Chie’s room, she was practically skipping, cheerfully humming a jaunty little ditty which sounded a lot like Old McDonald Had a Farm. Honestly, she was on top of the world. She had Chie back, and she was never going to leave her again, and soon she’d have all of her friends with her forever!
Sure, there’d be some complications down the line – explaining how and why her friends were all cowgirls now was probably going to be kind of tricky, but if she’d learned anything from the TV world case, it was that people could be strangely accepting of anything, as long as you didn’t make a big deal out of it. And if worst came to worst, she could always take her girls back into the TV world where they’d be safe…
All of that was ahead of her, though. Tonight, she didn’t want to worry about it. She just wanted to get everything cleaned up, and then spend the night sleeping with her wonderful first cow. The rest could come later.
So there was a smile on her face as she pushed open the door, stepping in with her cleaning supplies. “Oh Chie, I’m baaa-Huh? Oh. Hello!”
Immediately, she pulled up, bucket and mop clattering against her legs as she straightened. Her good cheer evaporated, replaced with confusion and tentative caution. Because despite how she’d left things not a few minutes ago, Chie was not alone in the room when she returned.
Instead, there was a woman in a black robe with long green hair leaning over the cowgirl, examining her from head to toe. ”Hello again, Miss Amagi. Give me a moment, I’m just finishing up here…”
She was helping Chie… dress? W-well, obviously, none of her clothes had survived her transformation, all torn to the point of uselessness, if they hadn’t been absolutely shredded instead. But now the brunette was squeezing herself into… a bikini? A cowprint bikini at that, white with black spots, with pieces large enough to contain the girl’s new curves, and even with room for her tail – as unimaginable as that was. They actually looked… really good on her…
But then, should she really be surprised? This was the woman who’d given her the milk maker potion in the first place.
“And, you name?” The woman – the witch – smiled down at the still dazed cowgirl, holding something made of green plastic between her fingers.
“Chie… The best Cowgirl…” Was her dazed reply – and Yukiko had to admit, it still made her heart skip a beat to hear it from her best friend/cattle’s lips.
It certainly seemed to amuse the witch! “I can respect that,” she said, light flaring around the green plastic before she bent down and clipped it to Chie’s ear. As she pulled back, Yukiko could now see it for what it was – an ear tag. One that now bore the words ‘Chie, the best cowgirl’ inscribed upon it. Chie’s name and title.
Really brought the whole look together.
“Now then.” The green haired woman turned back to Yukiko at last. “Miss Amagi! I do apologise for dropping in unannounced, but I just had to give Chie here my gifts. You know how it is when inspiration strikes, surely?”
“I… Well, I… Yeah, I guess?” The black haired inn keeper nodded, still a little uncertain, but starting to adjust. “Welcome back, Miss Starnight. You’re always welcome here, of course…” Well, defaulting to ‘Greeting an old customer’ was kind of like adjusting.
“Oh, please, just call me Grace.” The witch waved off her formality. “And let me just say that I love what you’ve done with my potion – I certainly didn’t expect you to use it all on one woman. She must be very important to you.”
Yukiko found herself blushing – despite having been caught red handed turning her eternal crush into a big-boobed cow. It was still embarrassing, hearing it said out loud! “Uh, yes, you could say that… Um…” She reached for a way to change the subject. “S-so, what brings you here, Miss- I mean, Grace? Into… our private rooms? At, aha, this very moment?”
She wasn’t really changing it very much, she now realised.
But Grace didn’t seem to mind, giggling at the question. “I came… because of this!
The witch pulled something small and round out of a pocket in her robe. It took a moment, but then Yukiko recognised it. “Hey, that’s one of my shirt buttons. I’ve been looking for that for months…!”
“Yes, sorry about that.” The green haired woman chuckled, embarrassed. “I’m afraid it landed in the folds of my dress back when you tried out my potion for the first time. I didn’t mean to take it, but I only found it after I’d gotten home. And since I had it, well…” She flipped the plastic disk over in her palm. “I’ve been using it to keep an eye on you.”
Eh? Yukiko blinked. “You… You have?”
“Oh yes.” The witch nodded easily. “That’s a classic scrying spell. As long as you have an item that belongs to a person, you can keep an eye on them for as long as you like. You can even teleport back to their side with a little effort – which is how I just arrived!”
Ah. Well, that all made sense. Sort of, anyway. It was a witch talking about magic, so some degree of insanity had to be expected – and to be fair, Yuki was sure Grace would react in the exact same way as her if she started talking about shadows and all that. Sometimes, you just had to roll with it.
“I see…” The black haired beauty nodded, trying not to think about how she’d been watched for months by this woman. Instead, there was a much more important idea bubbling up in her brain. Much, much more important. “Well, in that case, I’m actually glad you’re here! I was already wondering about how I might be able to get in contact with you again…”
“Oho?” The witch grinned, folding her arms under her chest proudly. “It’s always so delightful to be wanted. What can I do for you, Miss Amagi?”
“Ah, Yukiko, please.” She was already in this deep. “Yes, I was just… wondering… How, um. How much… How much for more potion? Please?” The question finally tumbled from her lips all at once in a rush as she clasped her hands and bowed her head. “I- I have more friends who I need to… Well…”
She glanced meaningfully at the cowgirl at the room – as if there could be any misunderstanding of her motive.
Grace certainly seemed to know exactly what was on her mind, judging by her laugh. “Such an ambitious woman, Yukiko. And polite too! Well, I’d love to help you out, but unfortunately, that one bottle was all I had at the moment.”
“Oh.” The inn keeper’s shoulders slumped.
“However…”
“Oh?” The inn keeper’s shoulders rose again!
The witch grinned. “I won’t work for free, but maybe we can strike up a partnership? You know, cowgirl milk is a very potent reagent I could use for my rituals. If you keep me supplied with that, I can make sure you’ll have all the magical items you’ll ever need.”
Yukiko’s eyes lit up. She couldn’t think of a better arrangement. “Deal! That would be perfect!”
“I thought you might think so. I recognise a woman with a dream when I see one.” Grace nodded. “Then it is an accord! We are now business partners. And in honour of that…”
The witch reached into her robes again, this time pulling out a glowing crystal. It seemed to shine with all of the colours of the rainbow, glittering in the woman’s black gloved hand. Then she clenched her fist, clasping the crystal tight between her fingers, and there was a strange pulse of light… Before it all vanished.
Even the crystal was gone when she opened her hand again. Yukiko blinked, tilting her head, before looking up at Grace in askance.
“Just a small enchantment to protect our new business interest. Now everyone in the famous Amagi Inn will believe it’s totally normal for the Inn to have cowgirls supplying their milk – and any memories they have of who those cowgirls used to be before they became cowgirls will be erased.” Her now free hand stroked Chie’s head, drawing a blissful ‘moo’. “It should even affect guests who stay here in the future. I thought it would be best to make sure no one found out about our little arrangement.”
“Ah. Thank you.” Yeah, that probably would have gotten awkward. This would definitely help smooth everything over. Well, now she didn’t have to worry about being found out! Except… “Just the Inn, though?”
Grace sighed, nodding. “Yes, I’m afraid so. I don’t have any of the materials that would be needed to enchant the whole world into believing your friends were always cowgirls. Not at the moment, anyway. I might be able to manage it in a couple of months…”
Yukiko winced. “Um. Any way to speed that up? Because… I mean, I don’t think I can hide it from the world for that long… Especially not if my friends get involved.” Persona users could be pretty nosey. Certain detectives particularly so.
The witch thought for a second. “Well, there might be another way. But you’ll need more cowgirls to make it work.” Her finger tapped her chin as she considered their options. “I can brew another potion for you in about two weeks, but if you’re worried about speed… There’s something else you can use. A magic item I was experimenting with. It’s untested, and I don’t know if it would even work with multiple people, but it should be good for one, at least.”
“One use? Okay, I can work with that.” The Inn keeper nodded, doing some pondering of her own. “In that case… I think I have a plan…”
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It was about a week later when the train finally drew to a halt in Inaba station, the doors sliding open and letting their weary passengers stumble through. Most were workers returning home from the city, carrying themselves home after a long, gruelling commute. But there was an exception. Someone who was, in a way, returning home after a far longer journey.
Naoto Shirogane took a deep breath as she stepped off the train, enjoying the distant but familiar taste to the air. It had been a long time since she’d last been in Inaba – years, really. Far too long if she was honest. She’d missed the friends she’d made here. But, of course, crime never slept, and as a detective, she was never short for work. Nor was she short for admirers, either – to most people, it seemed she’d always be ‘The Detective Prince’. Now there was a reputation with its ups and downs…
But never mind about that. Here, at least, she didn’t have to worry about any of that nonsense. She could relax a little, and be herself. Mostly. More than she could anywhere else, at least.
That said, she couldn’t relax too much. She wasn’t here on vacation. She’d received a request – a panicked sounding message from Yukiko. ‘Chie is acting weird’, she’d said over the phone. ‘I know it’s sudden, but I wanted to ask for your help…’
There’d definitely been an odd note in her old friend’s voice. Something Naoto hadn’t quite been able to place. Probably worry – everyone in their friend group, hell, everyone in Inaba knew how Yukiko felt about Chie. Except maybe Chie herself. Just like vice versa. Some day someone was really going to have to have a word with those two…
Well, it wasn’t going to be Naoto. She was a detective, not an advice columnist. As far as she was concerned, Rise could do it – in fact, it was shocking that she hadn’t done so already!
… Anyway. Stuff that was none of her business aside, she had some walking to do. She’d been hoping to get picked up by Yukiko at the station, but she’d received a text maybe half an hour before her train had arrived at the station. ‘SORRY!’ it started, and then followed up with, ‘Inn’s really busy today! Can’t come pick you up. Are you going to be okay to walk?’
Psh. Was she okay to walk? Please, this town had been her stomping grounds when she was a teenager! Walking to the Amagi Inn was no trouble to her. It was kind of funny though. Normally Yukiko was the kind of person who’d stick to her word – if she was going to be late, she’d ask her to grab some food and have fun in town until she could drive over. Was she going to be busy all evening, or…?
… Okay, no. Naoto shook her head. This was Yukiko. Not some sinister criminal mastermind. She wasn’t feeling her way around a malevolent plot. Maybe her friend was busy, or maybe she’d just changed a bit since she’d last seen her. Nothing weird about that. She didn’t have to treat every unusual event like it was a new mystery to solve.
At any rate, she should get moving. The sun had already set, and it was only going to get darker the longer she left it. The Amagi Inn wasn’t far – she could check in on her friend and put her mind to rest once she got there…
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… Or so she’d hoped.
Alas, once Naoto reached the Inn, the friendly face at the reception desk was not Yukiko Amagi. Instead, it was one of her staff – a woman that the detective vaguely remembered from her stays at the Inn years ago. They’d apologised for their Boss’s absence, and said that she’d told them to ask her to wait in one of the guest rooms – one of the bigger, nicer ones, in fact. She’d taken the keys without complaint, but that feeling from before, the feeling that something was off here, was prickling at her again.
It was annoying. Again, this was Yukiko. There was no sinister plot. But the odd texts, the strange behaviour, the unannounced change of plans…
Tch. She rolled her eyes as she shut the door to her room behind her, taking a seat to wait. Hopefully she’d be able to quell these stupid suspicious thoughts before-
And then the lights went out.
Naoto stiffened, her heart nearly skipping a beat as panic surged in her chest. Just a power cut or -something, right? Nothing to be worried about. No reason to be afraid. Logically this was-
Click!
“Huh?” There was a sudden tightness around her neck – not much, just the feeling of, like, a stiff shirt collar or something – and a giggle from behind her. Shocked, Naoto jumped to her feet and stumbled away, hand reaching up to her throat to feel what had just-
CLANG!
A loud sound, like the clapping of a gigantic bell, rang in her ears. The noise alone was stunning, and the detective found herself knocked from her feet by it, toppling backwards onto her behind in surprise. It should have hurt, but fortunately (?) there was someone there to catch her, arms wrapped firmly around her middle as she fell into their lap. She was trapped.
The lights snapped back on after a very confusing couple of seconds, revealing…
“Wh- Chie?”
… Revealing Chie stood by the light switch. But this wasn’t Chie as Naoto knew her. Because the last time the detective had seen her – which could only have been a month or so ago at most, surely – Chie had not had tits bigger than her head. Nor had she possessed a tail, or little horns poking up through her hair. And she probably would have rather been dead than seen in that cowprint bikini!
Honestly, the sight was so stunning at Naoto almost didn’t notice that Yukiko was the one holding her. Even for a genius like her, there was only so much one’s brain can process at a time, you know?
“Hey there Naoto!” The cow-ified Chie planted her hands on her hips, grinning from ear to ear as her breasts bounced – and was that sloshing that Naoto heard?! “Welcome to Cowgirl camp! Ready to become the cow you were always supposed to be?”
The detective gaped. What the hell? There could only be one explanation for this insanity. “Did you fall into a shadow trap or something? Snap out of it!”
Ther was a giggle from behind her. “Not quite~” Yukiko purred, giving her blue haired friend a squeeze. “This is something else. Something magical~ Now pay attention, Naoto – Chie’s going to teach you a few things.”
“Wh- Let me go already!” She struggled, but Yukiko’s grip was strong. Was that something that came with being an active persona user who always had to be ready to fight shadows, or was there another reason? Something tied to why she was doing this? Tch, she had so little data to work off!
Well, that was a problem that Chie was looking to correct… Sort of. “So, first things first! What makes a cowgirl a cowgirl?”
Of all the inane… “I don’t know what’s happened to the two of you, but-Gah!”
Naoto couldn’t even get through the first statement of her angered rant before Yukiko reached up and smacked thing around the detective’s neck. Immediately, there was a familiar sound.
CLANG!
It was deafening, like the noise was coming from inside her head. It instantly scrambled the blunette’s thoughts, her eyelids fluttering as she slumped in Yukiko’s arms. The one thing she could manage, her brain itself still ringing, was the dazed realization that there was a bell hanging around her neck. A cowbell, judging from what she could tell of the shape…
Alas, she wasn’t going to get any time to recover herself. Chie was already continuing the ‘lesson’.
“Come on, Naoto, everyone knows this!” The brunette giggled, folding her arms behind her head and shoving out her chest. “It’s gotta be the huge tits, right?”
“H-huge…?” The detective’s eyes really had nowhere else to look. Chie’s cantaloupes were bouncing in her face, and there was little she could do to stop her head from bouncing with them.
“That’s right! So if you’re going to be a cow like me, don’t you need huge tits too?”
The logic was inescapable. A cowgirl needed big tits, so if she was going to be a cow like Chie, she needed big tits too. It made perfect sense, and it almost sank straight into the detective’s brain before she realised what was happening. She could practically feel how tight her top was starting to get, as if her chest was already growing enough to make her jacket bulge and her buttons strain…
Ngh- No! This wasn’t… She wasn’t…!
Head still spinning, she tried to focus enough to reject what her friend was saying. “Buh- But I’m not a…”
CLANG!
The ringing was instant, and seemed even louder than before. The sound flattened her burgeoning resistance, leaving her head spinning and her body limp. “Cuuuhhhh…”
Chie tutted, leaning over her. “Tch. Still not listening? And such a small chest. Not to worry, I know how to fix both of those things! Let’s turn that brain power into milk power!”
Wh-what? There was no way she’d heard that right. Her ears must’ve still been ringing, because it sounded like she’d just said-Oooh!!
The detective gasped as Yukiko’s hands cupped her larger breasts through her top and squeezed. Pleasure blasted through her already addled brain, zapping her confused thoughts into nothingness and driving a startled gasp of delight from her lips. A thick haze settled in her head, leaving a pair of strange damp spots on the front of her jacket for some reason…
“Don’t they feel good?” She heard Chie’s distant voice. “It’ll feel even better when they’re bigger.”
“Bigger…” This time she was in no state to resist. Her bleary, glazed eyes focused on Chie’s massive knockers, and only one word echoed in her head. ‘Bigger…’
Yukiko quietly squealed in delight as Naoto’s breasts began to expand, quickly popping all of the buttons on her jacket, and soon after the shirt beneath. Her chest had always been something she tried to keep under wraps, seeing it as an interference in her work, but that would be impossible now. Both of her breasts were swelling up to two, and then three times their original size! Her days of pretending to be a boy may have been long behind her, but there was no chance of them ever returning now.
“That’s the way!” Chie cheered, bouncing in place and giving her own moo-moo milkers a jiggle. “See, big cow titties are the best!”
“Big cow… best…” Naoto was finding it hard not to smile, practically drooling already. Everything felt so good, and everything Chie said made so much sense!
Not that she was done, of course. “And you want a big butt to balance out, right? No cow should be without their rump~” She spun in place to show off her ass, shimmying her hips in front of Naoto’s dazed eyes, and Yukiko’s oh-so-very appreciative gaze.
“Big… butt…” As soft as her mind was right now, there was no way the detective could refute Chie’s lesson. Already, her hips were starting to swell, her ass cheeks plumping up and stretching her pants to the point of ripping, Yukiko shifting under her to accommodate her new heft…
““Don’t forget the tail!”
Oh right, of course.
Riiiiip!
Her pants gave up the ghost completely, splitting seam to seam as a long cow tail sprouted from the bottom of Naoto’s spine. It poked the Inn Keeper in the stomach, tickling against her as it grew, and getting a small giggle for its efforts.
But the feeling of it, of a new, soft limb rubbing against another woman, was alien enough to dispel the ringing haze in her mind. Clarity began to leak back in, shooing out some of the cowgirl fog.
Naoto shook her head, finally coming back to herself – only to look down and find gigantic tits hanging from her chest. “Wha- What have you done to me?!”
Chie turned back around to face her, pouting. “Awh, still trying to fight? C’mon, Nao-cow, give it up already! Let’s milk a little more of those brains out of you~”
Her eyes opened wide in alarm. “N-!”
Clang!
Her protest died on her lips as the bell around her neck rang out again, overwhelming her thoughts once more. It stunned her – enough that she was helpless to stop her friends from pulling the torn scraps of her shirt aside, letting her breasts bounce out free in the open. Yukiko’s deft fingers roamed over them like she owned them, circling around her nipples before zipping in to give them a pinch.
“Ooohhhh!” Again, pleasure shot through the detective’s brain, her eyes rolling up in her head. The haze in her mind grew thicker again, as this time a small splash of milk squirted out of both of her breasts, splattering on the floor.
“Oops~” Chie giggled. “Don’t want to waste that stuff! Your milk’s going to be top of the line, Nao-cow, so we wanna make sure to collect it all. Luckily, we’ve got just the thing~!”
The joint effect of being milked and her bell ringing had left Naoto in no state to refuse. All she could do was lay in Yukiko’s arms, drooling in a pleasant, pleasure filled daze, as Chie grabbed something from behind her, and pulled out a pair of large suction cups, trailing two long hoses. The cowgirl wasted no time in attaching them to the detective’s chest, one to each breast, gently sliding the pumps onto each nipple. Then she sealed them on, the cups magically expanding to Naoto’s size.
The blunette barely had time to wonder what that strange cold feeling on chest was – before the switch was flipped, and the pump went to work.
“NGYAAAAHHHH!!!” There was no restraining that scream of pleasure as she felt her first milking begin. The cups gently squeezed and pulled, softly encouraging her breasts to give up their bounty. They didn’t need much. Milk squirted from her teats like her nipples were high-power water pistols, creamy white fluid flooding down the tubes, flowing off to who knew where. And with every pump, her tits seemed to grow bigger, and bigger…
“Oooh, almost!” Chie giggled as she watched her friend’s mind melt in front of her. “Feels good, right? That’s a good Nao-Cow~ But good cows moo, y’know. Can you give me a nice moo?”
“I… I…” Each squeeze felt like it was squishing her brain smaller, shrinking her mind bit by bit, and squirting her hard earned intellect right out of her. The warm haze in her head was growing so thick she could barely think through it, and the thoughts she managed were so small and simple, so slow and unsure. But still she tried to fight against the tide, to resist this gentle, pleasurable fate…
Clang~
For as much good as it did her. The ringing of the bell was quieter now, but it was more than enough to smother her resistance. It’s level seemed perfectly calibrated to overwhelm her struggles – an observation she might have made herself, if her intellect wasn’t currently being milked out of her.
“Come on girl. Gimme a moo~”
“Muh…” Naoto’s eyes were thick and glazed, a vapid emptiness opening up behind them as she struggled to comprehend the words sinking into her mind. “Mmoo-OOOH!”
Yukiko’s squeezing fingers gave her a fine reward for her obedience, and sent another chunk of her intelligence squirting off into oblivion.
“That’s a good cow~” Chie reached down and gave her friend a pet on the head. “Oh, right, don’t forget your horns! Good cowgirls have horns too.” By way of example, she pointed at her own.
It was kind of hard to say if Naoto really understood her or not. She was looking pretty dumb, drooling on her chest like that. But still, her vapid eyes fixed on Chie’s horns, and a moment later another pair popped up through her hair, so either she got it, or the image made an impression on her shrinking brain. Either way was fine at this point!
“And of course, the most important lesson of all.” The brunette cow nodded, having left this lesson to last so that it’d hit when her soon-to-be fellow cowgirl was least able to resist it. “A good cow obeys their Mistress! And our Mistress is Yukiko, duh!”
Mis… Mistress… Yukiko? Naoto’s brow furrowed. Even to her rapidly simplifying mind, that didn’t sound right. Yukiko was just her friend, not her mistress… right?
Well, this time she didn’t even find the time to vocalise her objection before the bell around her neck was ringing – more of a gentle tinkling sound now than anything.
Clang…
Still, Chie recognised what it meant, grabbing the blunette’s chin as Naoto’s eyes crossed. “Now now, Nao-cow! No more resisting! Just milking.” The pumps gave her another squeeze, and drew out another brainless moan. “Feels soooo good, right? Yeah, you don’t need to think anymore – you just need to be a nice, dumb, cuddly cowgirl for Yukiko. Just let those brains drain out of your head and out of your tits…”
Naoto tried to fight, she really did. No matter how hollow her head was getting, no matter how dumb she was becoming, in her heart, she recognised that what was happening was bad. She knew that if she gave in, there’d be no way back – she’d be Yukiko’s dumb, milky cow forever. Even now, she tried to resist. But…
“Come on, Nao-cow~” Yukiko purred in her ear, giving her tits another squeeze. “Be a good girl for your owner~”
… When she was asked so nicely, how could she refuse?
“MMMMMMOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Naoto came, milk blasting from her tits as her resistance caved, her mind melting into milk. She couldn’t fight back against the tide of pleasure, she couldn’t resist the fog of stupidity that enveloped her. Her owner’s request engraved itself onto her soul – she was a cow, now and forever.
Her breasts swelled up one last time – to truly astonishing milk cow levels – and then settled. It was over. Naoto the detective prince had become Nao-cow the cowgirl, heart and soul. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and then slid shut as she collapsed backwards, exhausted from her transformation. She fell deep asleep in her owner’s arms, content and at peace.
The milking machine continued, draining the last of Naoto’s brains out of her like one might wring the last drops of water from a sponge. The bell around her neck still rang as her chest rose and fell, but never with the same intense cacophony as before. There was no need now. All of her resistance had been drained out of her, just like everything else. Now there was just Nao-cow the milky cowgirl.
Finally, Yukiko switched off the pump, disconnecting the cups with a pair of small ‘pops’. Then, gently so as not to disturb her sleeping pet, she released the latch on the former detective’s collar, sliding it off of her neck and holding it up to the light. The cowbell glittered. How lovely. It had worked exactly as Grace had promised.
“Wonderful work, Chie,” she finally said, setting the bell down quietly. “You taught her everything she needed to know.”
“Of course I did, Yuki~” The brunette grinned proudly. “I’m the best cowgirl, after all.”
“You certainly are.” The inn keeper nodded. “Now, could you help your owner out? We need to activate the spell to teleport all of Nao-cow’s milk to Grace for her ritual…” She looked over to the corner of the room, where the bags the witch had given to her for milking waited. They were supposed to grow bigger to contain all the milk pumped into them… And draining Naoto’s brain had left them as large as beanbags, wow.
“Sure thing, Mistress!” Chie gave her a bright thumbs up. “I’ll get right on it!”
The black haired beauty watched her strut away with a smile – paying extra attention to the way those hips swayed and those milkers jiggled… Ah, but she couldn’t let herself get so distracted. She had a new cow to lavish with attention, after all.
There was one more thing to do. Yukiko pulled something out of her pocket. A green plastic ear tag. “Here you go, Nao-cow,” she said, clipping it painlessly onto Naoto’s ear, and smiling as the cow’s name appeared on it in glittering cursive. “Now you’re really one of the Inn’s cows~ And don’t worry – Rise will be joining you soon.”
Ahhh. The inn keeper let out a happy sigh. That had all gone so much better than she’d hoped. Sure, there was stuff left to do. She’d need to dress Nao-cow up in her new cow-print bikini, naturally. But for now, she just wanted to snuggle with her new cow. The rest could wait – she just wanted to enjoy what she had…
… And dream about completing her collection~
