Summary:
A young boy meets a friendly Holstaurus. He helps her and she decides to repay the favor.
Story contains some sexual themes. Will contain sex in the second part. Please give this story some reviews. The last story I made had only 2 posts and was lost during the move, so I think I deserve some recognition, don't you think...
Chapter 1
Part 1
In the cool morning air, Ken could often be seen jogging towards his favorite training grounds. Ken Potter, a young man of thirteen year, was an aspiring martial arts student. With black hair and brown eyes, his mother and several other women in the village doted constantly over him. His parents were respectable people and understood his need for space, but that didn’t stop them from showing him of to the other parents saying that he was the perfect son. They would always remark on how well behaved and smart he was. Although this was true, he actually did this to avoid talking with other people. He enjoyed being alone and it gave Ken a sense of freedom to be able to do these sorts of things by himself.
Ironically, being the top of the class also meant that he was usually the first person to ask if his classmates had a problem with a subject. He was constantly being asked about things like “Ken, could you help me with this” or “Hey Ken, have you seen my quill and parchment? I could have sworn I placed them here somewhere.” He helped whenever he can of course, but sometimes too much was just too much.
This is why Ken sought solace in the training grounds these days. The training grounds were often empty and a good distance from the village, but Ken would usually pick training ground # 4 since it was the one nearest the exit. His teachers said it was a smart choice to pick, but Ken simply chose it because it was the first one that he saw. Truthfully, he couldn’t see the difference. It was a large area, but the concept was quite simple. The training grounds were actually divided according to size and purpose while a rest house was placed in the middle of the area. The idea was that anyone who got hurt during training could easily be brought back to the rest house, which was stacked full of first aid supplies.
His favorite spot within the training grounds gave him the perfect vantage point; if anyone came near the training grounds, he would be able to spot them and move on to somewhere else.
Ken had gotten a routine down in his life. He would wake up, cook for his family, go to school and listen to his teachers and elders, go to the public library and study, go back home, cook, study some more and finally go to sleep. His grades were excellent and he never missed out on school. But quite frankly, he was beginning to hate this pattern.
This day was different though. After 30 minutes of jogging, Ken heard a whine from somewhere to his right. He was unsure if it was a person or an animal. He had heard of creatures called †˜mamono’ before, but his parents and teachers had often told him that they were wild beasts that took spirit energy from men and kidnapped people. What he saw, he thought, could not possibly be a mamono.
What lay before him was a beautiful pink-haired girl with amazingly blue eyes. She was clearly in pain. He wanted so badly to help her, but the horns on her head and a white tail told him not to go even near her.
“Please…please help me” the young girl said.
That settled it. There was a woman in need and she needed help and he was the only one nearby. Throwing caution to the wind, he placed her arm on his shoulder and helped her limp all the way to the training grounds.
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The two were not far from the training grounds. After a few minutes of walking he let her rest under a big tree that marked the entrance of the training grounds. Thankfully, he had often helped with the local doctor and knew how to deal with these injuries such as these. Ken got up and searched until he came upon what he was looking for. He took some leaves and crushed them until the paste came out. He went back to the girl and applied the ointment and massaged it into the sprain until it was fully absorbed into the skin. There wasn’t anything nearby that could serve as proper dressings for covering the sprain so he took off his shirt and ripped a small portion from his shirt.
“Thanks” a voice whispered to him.
He looked up and stared at the woman. He wasn’t sure how to respond since he always knew that mamono were dangerous. But then again, this one hadn't attacked him yet, so he figured that he aught to at least be polite.
“You’re welcome” he replied meekly. He looked away, surprised at himself for being so shy. He wasn’t normally the shy type but the girl was quite beautiful and this made him particularly self-conscious of how he looked at the moment.
“Umm…aren’t you going to put that on my ankle now?”
“What? Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.”
Slowly, Ken wrapped the torn piece of brown fabric around her ankle and sat down a few feet to her side. He wasn’t sure exactly what to say to her. He wanted to say “Hey everything’s going to be just fine. You’ll be up and running in a few hours and then you’ll be on your way” but he just felt so nervous. He was just about to try and think of something simple to say to her before she beat him to it.
“Thanks. You’re awfully sweet.”
“It’s ok. Y-You don’t have to say anything” he looked down and what awaited him were the biggest pair of breasts he had ever seen. They were as big as melons and the bra that she wore just made them even bigger to his eyes. For a while, Ken just stared at them and couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“You like my breasts don’t you?”
“What? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! I wasn’t looking! Honest!”
“Well…could you do me a quick favor? It won’t take much of your time, I promise” she said. She slowly sat up and placed her arms underneath her breasts, pushing them up.
“My breasts really hurt. They’re swollen with milk and they need to be massaged" she said, bringing her breasts close to Ken's face.
“Can’t you feel it?” This time, the holstaurus brought her arms around his head and pressed him to her breasts. They felt big and seemed to be leaking, staining the tiny bra that she wore.
Ken looked up through her tits and said “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.” As if to prove himself, he brought his right hand to one of her breasts and rested his palm there.
“They’re not that big and…umm…I’m sure that you can find someone who will be more than willing to help you with this. If anyone I knew found out what I’m doing, they would tell my mom…”
Ken couldn’t continue anymore. His eyes were locked on the breasts of this fascinating creature. He rubbed her right breast sideways, at first slowly, and then faster. Warm milk flowed out and Ken’s inhibitions gave way to his inquisitive mind.
†˜I think she’s a holstaurus. She can’t be a succubus; she doesn’t have any wings and she didn’t use magic to heal her sprain. Her feet are hooves and she seems so sweet, I doubt that she could hurt a fly’ he thought. †˜I wonder what holstaurus milk tastes like…’
At that thought, Ken suddenly became aware of what he was doing. He was massaging the breasts of a Holstaurus! He quickly tried to pull his hand free but the mamono grabbed it and pressed it back to her wonderful cleavage.
“Please, I beg you! You don’t know what it’s like! I can’t do it by myself; it just doesn’t work that way! I’ve been running away from this mad farmer for weeks and there has been no one I can trust to do this for me. I had to keep running or else he’ll catch me, bring me back to his farm and punish me! I don’t want to go back but I can’t keep running like this” she cried. She quickly explained how her sisters were often whipped to make more milk and how much her sisters sacrificed just to let her escape. Tears fell from her face, running past her aching breasts and nipples.
“So please, please, please, please...” she whispered.
“I’m not asking for much…just this one favour…and that’s it”
Ken couldn’t look at her face anymore. He knew that he had to do what was right. Ken tried to reason to himself one last time why he shouldn’t do this. In the end, all he could come up with was simply because it wasn’t right. But here was someone who had clearly endured a lot of emotional strain. If he were in her place, he would have given up a long time ago. She must have been so scared, all alone with no one to go to for comfort or reassurance. She was in so much pain before, but now she was crying from a different kind of pain. Now all the pain she kept in her heart was spilling forth like an open tap on a tiny tea cup. Sighing inaudibly, he looked the Holstaurus in the eye and spoke.
“Well…I guess…if it’s only just…just a massage…”
The monster girl cheered up a little and gave a weak smile to show that she appreciated it.
Stalling for time, Ken carefully removed her bra. It was a cute white thing, really. He found his gaze traveling to her boobs again, so he looked over her shoulder to see the catch of her bra. 'Darn it! Focus Ken! You just have to massage her breasts, that's all! Don't get any weird ideas!' He bent closer to her shoulder to see, but his nose was suddenly filled with her feminine scent. He felt his strength waning, draining from his arms and pooling into his nether regions.
Desperate, he quickened his mission and was awarded with the glorious sight of her tits. They were actually quite white and creamy. Her nipples were a delicate color of pink and were quite erect.
Ken took a deep breath and placed both his hands on her chest and rubbed slowly. This time, he was more attentive to her needs. He slowly massaged her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples. As his fingers passed over her sensitive nipples, she let out a soft yelp. Ken couldn’t believe how sensitive her breasts were and increased his efforts.
After a few minutes of massaging and rubbing, the holstaurus looked at Ken and said
“Ahh...Nmph...Aah...Aah...I feel so good. But I need more. Aah…so good…ah…please…ah…ah …moooore…”
Ken looked up at her lust-filled eyes, confused. “What do you mean? What more -”
Suddenly, she grabbed his head and brought it to her leaking breast. Ken’s mouth was open and when his open mouth connected with her breast, it spurted a great amount of milk. The mamono continued to hug Ken’s head tighter to her breast, each squeeze earned a generous squirt of milk, which Ken reluctantly gulped down.
Instinctively, he tried to pull away but she pulled him back and continued to press him more and more into her breast. Her milk was flooding down straight from her nipple and directly into his stomach. It felt incredible. He was quite alarmed by the amount of milk, but it felt exhilarating none the less. Shock from the sudden intimate contact had left him unable to move and when he tried to mumble his reluctance about the situation, he instead simply exhaled a teaspoon of milk through his nose.
At last, after what felt like an eternity, she loosened her hold of Ken’s head. But that didn’t mean that she was done. Before she could bring him to her other breast though, Ken managed to grab her shoulders and scream at her to stop.
“What…ARE…you…trying to do! I never said I’ll suck those humongous milk jugs of yours!!”
Realization dawned on the monster girl, soon to be followed by remorse. She cried on Ken’s shoulder and poured out her heart right there and then.
†˜Oh no, she’s crying. What a jerk I am. She may be a mamono, but she still is a girl. And for whatever intentions she has, she must have been through a lot. I can’t just be insensitive to her. I need to set things right.’
“Umm…I’m sorry…It’s just…I barely know you and we…uh…if you want me to…y’know…do that…again…let me be the one to do it, ok?”
Ken looked down and saw that the tit that he had been sucking on was still leaking copious amounts of milk. He also noticed that the other tit had been left unattended. After deciding on what to do, he looked up at the mamono.
“OK. Here I go.”
End of Part 1
