Dairy Queen




Iohn was rushed to the medical facility, the last injuries from the recent mission left him with his left leg broken and his ribs on the left side were nearly crushed. As the medical staff brought him in, they took him directly to the foremost expert in healing, Grenda the Cow. With her healing milk, it contains remarkable healing abilities that allows for anyone who drinks it to rapidly heal remarkably quickly. 
Bursting through the nurse's door, the staff explained the situation to her, "Heart rate is falling and breathing is increasingly labored, we need an emergency supply of milk, STAT!" 
Grenda, while startled, had stock of her milk ready to be taken immediately. She gave them an I.V. bag full of her milk, and the staff administered it to the injured hedgehog, wiping any overspill that would occur so as to not waste a drip of the precious healing substance. Grenda watched, strained from worry, as the other doctors worked on the patient, wanting to be more helpful as if she didn’t just provided Iohn with the means of his salvation.
“...Okay, now it’s all just a matter of waiting. Nurse, you stay here and keep him in check.” said the main doctor, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“J-Ja…” said the cow, nodding slowly. The doctors left the room, there were many other patients to check after all, and soon only the cow and the hedgehog were left, Grenda standing in religious silence in front of the hospital bed. She almost studied him, watching his chest slowly heave and fall as he breathed calmly. She walked closer and began to gently test the formerly injured areas to make sure her milk was already taking effect. She first started by feeling up his leg, gently touching the skin around the calf to see if the bone had started to shift back into place. Once assessed that the leg was beginning to heal, she moved up to the ribcage and began to feel it as well, knowing how risky it would’ve been for the ribs to heal up crooked. She made a sigh of relief, seeing that it too was also healing up accordingly, but then his eyelids flapped and his nose scrunched a bit, beginning to wake up thanks to the way she touched him.

Iohn opened his eyes to see the busty nurse feeling up his chest and, although his vision was still a bit hazy, that sight was enough to color his cheeks in red.
“U-Uhm…” he cleared his throat, getting her to look up.
“Oh, you’re awake? That is gut.” she spoke in a calming tone.
"How'd I get here?", Iohn said with labored breath but in a relieved tone knowing where he was. 
"Not sure, but I imagine the rescue team swooped you up before it was too late. Try not to talk too much, your lungs might've been damaged too.", Grenda explained.
Noticing now that something tasty was being delivered through one of the medical tubes, Iohn couldn't help but comment on its taste. "Mmmm, whatever this is, taste great."
"I-it's milk.", Grenda cooed, not wanting to make things awkward since it came from her body.
"Thank you by the way.", Grenda was confused by his comment.
"For what?"
"For looking after me. It's... a lot scarier when you wake up here alone.", Iohn said with gratitude.
“It’s… my pleasure, All part of the job.” she said, recovering some level of peppiness and smiling. A smile so pure it caught Iohn by surprise, making his blush return.
“Hm? Oh my… Your face is all red… Don’t tell me you’ve got a fever?” she asked, flicking her ears as she noticed that.
“Huh? N-No… No, I don’t…” Iohn replied, feeling his own forehead. Before he could notice though, she sat by him, making the bed creak a bit since… well, she was pretty curvy, and gently leaned forward, touching his forehead with hers. Being so close to her, with her face being so intimately close and her chest gently grazing his arm, made him only blush harder.
“...Doesn’t seem like it. Then… what could it be?” she pondered. Iohn tilted his head: was she… not realizing why he was blushing? 
“Uh, it’s… not a fever, it’s… the fact that you’re… very… attractive…” he mumbled, looking away as soon as he finished that line.

Grenda blinked slightly.
“M-Me? A-Attractive?!” she asked, moving away slightly, but more so because she was shocked rather than offended.
“I’m just… okay…” she added, now it was her turn to blush profusely. 
“W-Well, if I may, I think you’re very pretty…” said Iohn, gathering the strength to sit up and rubbing the back of his head as he smiled slightly nervously. Grenda only blushed harder hearing that.
“P-Pretty…? You… You mean it…?” she asked, a faint thumping could be heard coming from behind her huge form, her tail was wagging. Iohn nodded gently, not feeling like wanting to go too overboard with compliments. After all, he had only just met this woman, he didn’t feel like wanting to make things unprofessional for her. Grenda was dumbstruck, looking like she had never considered the idea that she was pretty. She needed to do something, anything, to divert the chat into something less embarrassing for her.
“S-So, uhm… Mister…?” she asked him, feeling guilty for not asking his name firsthand.
“Oh. My name is Iohn. And your name is?” he said, making a small smile.
“G-Grenda. N-Nice to meet you.” she replied, very nervously shaking his hand.
“So… You’re… a fighter, right? But… What does a fighter do… when he’s not… Fighting?” she asked, clearly grasping on straws to try and move the conversation.
“Oh, well, I don’t know the others, but me? I like to write.” he responded.
“...Really? What… What do you write?” she asked, her ears perking up. It seemed like she had an interest, and that made Iohn’s eyes glimmer a bit.
“Well, I’m not really a novelist. I’m a fanfic writer. I just… write what’s on my mind at the current time. And, when a story’s real good, I know a very good friend who also draws and he turns those stories into comics.” said Iohn, puffing up his chest just a little bit.
“That… is actually amazing! I’m… not a good artist, nor a good writer… but I do like reading.” she sighed slightly, hunching just a bit.
“Well, I just happen to have some of my fanfics here on my phone. Do you mind if I…?” he asked, getting out his smartphone.
“By all means.” she nodded, smiling. She got up from the bed and picked a chair, sitting next to him as he unlocked his phone and showed her his most recent work.

The following minutes were spent by Grenda silently reading what Iohn wrote and him carefully waiting for her to be over before scrolling down to a new page. He was showing her his latest fanfic, A Tales of Shades and Shadow’s, in which he talked about his own version of Shadow’s origins and history, giving his own spin to an icon’s backstory.
“...Gotta say, you have a very good writing style! It sucked me in from the first paragraph.” she commented once it was over, she was a very fast reader.
“Thank you! You should really see the drawings Phil’s making for me, they are breath-taking.” said Iohn, smiling in seeing how much she seemed to like his story. As she was done, she did another checkup.
“Oh! Looks like you’re much better now!” she said. Iohn put down the phone and moved his leg. He felt it only slightly tingling, but nothing major.
“...Wow, that milk was pretty potent if it helped me heal this quickly!” he said, astounded.
“You could… say that…” she muttered under her breath.
“Anyway, I hope you understand that we can’t let you go until at least tomorrow morning. We have to do more checks on your body and whatnot.” she then said out loud.
“Uh okay. So… How does this work? Am I to be moved somewhere else?” asked Iohn.
“Technically but… until someone else comes in and needs milk, you can stay for as long as you like.” replied Grenda.
“Okay.” he said, then proceeded to stay silent for a few moments. They just stared at the room, then back at themselves, until finally Iohn cleared his throat and said: “Uh, so… What do you like to do in your free time?”.


“Oh! Well, whenever I’m not working here, I like to read… but you knew that already… I also like taking strolls, watching sci-fi shows and occasionally making scarfs and such.” she said, glad that he broke the silence and also kind happy that he took interest, albeit she did ask him first.
“Really?! I… admittedly never done anything regarding sewing in my whole life since… well… clothes tend to burn in battle.” he said. That made her giggle a bit.
“Of course.” she replied.
“So, what is your most current watch on Netflickies?” he asked, he too was a sci-fi enjoyer.
“Oh, I'm currently watching the third episode of Star Warthogs.” she mused.
“Oh, that! I have heard of it but never got the time to get invested in it. Do you recommend it?” he asked, wagging his tail a bit.
“Definitely! One of the best shows of the genre I’ve ever watched, together with Blade Roadrunner.” she said nodding
“Huh, that’s a deep one. Not many people have watched it, many find it annoying.” he commented.
“Not me. I was very invested in the plot and the visuals.” she said, giggling.
“If you liked Blade Roadrunner, may I suggest you watch Sand Wave?” asked Iohn.
“Huh, that one? I haven’t seen it yet because it’s too long…” said Grenda.
“Trust me, it’s worth it.” replied Iohn, smirking a bit.


"If I may inquire, what motivated you into becoming a nurse?" he then asked.
“Well, my family’s always been involved in medicine and the healing of others. It’s a tradition.” she replied, holding on to the fact that the miracle milk that healed him was actually hers.
“Oh wow, really? How long has your family done this?” asked Iohn, intrigued.
“As far as my family founder, Mildred the Cow.” she replied, showing an old photo of a cow with a similarly prominent bust size as Grenda’s. It surely ran in the family.
“Huh… You have the same… hairstyle.” he said, catching himself before saying his real thoughts aloud.
“It’s pretty common for all the women in my family to look alike. But I was told my ancestor was huge. Like, you think I'm big? She could dwarf me in size.” she stated, showing off how tall MIldred was with her hand.
(I bet size isn’t the only thing she dwarfed her with…) he thought, immediately scolding himself for thinking that.
“Cool.” he instead said out loud. “And… how’s your family life going?” he asked, That’s where she got gloomy.
“I… haven’t seen them since the war started. We got separated and… I heard that Eggman took many prisoners. I… fear that some of them might be from my family…” she sighed.
Iohn wanted to volunteer himself to find her family. But he couldn't place this above the more immediate missions that were far more pressing by comparison. But the least he could do was plan some times where he could look into refugee rosters and schedule raids on rescuing prisoners from Eggman Bases.
“I will… look into that, if it makes you feel better.” he said.
“That’s very sweet of you. Thank you.” she said, smiling and sighing in relief a bit.


Iohn suddenly yawned a bit, stretching his arms.
“Tired?” she asked.
“A little bit… I should just… close my eyes a bit and… Yawn… rest…” he mumbled before laying his head back down on the pillow and straight up fell asleep. Grenda couldn’t help but smile at that, tucking him in and keeping watch on him through the night, in case he needed anything. As she watched him sleep, she thought intensely. She thought about this guy, so kind, caring and smart, so different from any other guy she’s ever met up to this point, and she wondered if she should really keep it professional or try to jump in and see what would happen. Her mom did say that if you don’t risk life, you’ve never truly lived. But she just met him. How could she think of being romantically involved with someone who she didn’t know? Her feelings were running away with her head as she didn't know whether she wanted to break protocol and get involved with Iohn or not. Grenda reflected before on how others have seen and talked to her in the past. She remembered how a lot of other patients were flustered by her in a similar vein as Iohn did earlier. Both men and women were blushing at her. But she never knew she could turn so many heads until today. Except, she didn't feel regret at them never mentioning her looks until Iohn did today. Since Iohn picked up the courage to say so, making him feel more special to her.


Grenda tried convincing herself that the next check up of Iohn's body was purely for medical reasons, but truth be told she kind of wanted an excuse to feel how touching Iohn's body was making her feel now. Grenda didn't want to be invasive, daring not to take advantage of her sleeping patient. All she did was softly hold Iohn's hand, clasping it with both of Grenda's own. Her same thumping beat of her heart returned and her tail blushed and wagged, along with her own face turning red too. It was clear to her she was developing a big crush on Iohn.
Grenda held Iohn's hand for a few minutes letting her savor the warm fuzzy feelings this mundane act of physical touch brought her. She wanted the moment to last for the whole night, until she suddenly felt...bigger? During the time she was holding Iohn's hand, she didn't notice but her breasts were becoming even bigger and her cow udder was also filling up. Grenda was taken by surprise because her last milking wasn't for another several days, she'd never needed to do this so soon before.
Feeling embarrassed and to prevent Iohn from being awoken with what she needed to do, Grenda, carrying her own busty chest underneath her arms, left the room to privately milk herself.
Hiding and locking the door in her private room where she had her own station to do this, Grenda took a fresh bucket and unbuttoned her top which was already strained by the expanded breast just barely holding on to her now growing E cup breasts. Grenda sat over the bucket and with both her hands started on her left boob readying to milk it out.


The hospital had set up a separate room for Grenda to milk herself, knowing how shy she was and how sensitive she could get when milking herself. The whole room was soundproof, that way no one could hear her audible moans as she took care of her mammaries, aside from a speaker she could use to call in for additional buckets and so forth. In the room was a complicated machine together with an exercise tool which she used to relax herself, thus making the milking easier. She huffed as she took off the top, letting her huge, jiggly breasts flop freely, sloshing slightly too.
“Already this full? Come on, girls…” she huffed, sitting down on the machine and connecting two pumps to her breasts. The machine was easier to use than her hands, especially since everytime she groped herself she’d get too scared once she began to feel the tingles and stop mid-milking, but it would always leave her with a weird sensation, as if the machine always left over some milk. She connected the two main pumps to her breasts then four smaller pumps on her udder, then she turned on the machine and sat down. The machine always took a minute to activate the sucking, giving her enough time to sit down and brace herself. She gripped the two handles and breathed as the machine started the suction, already causing her to moo under her tightly shut lips. The pumps quietly began sucking on her delicious white breasts, the first few trickles of milk already coming out of her nipples and being collected in the canisters.
“Ahn… Ahn… Ahn… W-Why… Why are they so… s-sensitive…?” she panted, her cheeks turning red as the pumps began to autonomously rack up speed, the machine was set up to go faster once it sensed that it wasn’t getting any more milk out. But speeding up also caused her to moan a bit louder, gripping the handles tight and breathing quicker, meanwhile the canisters kept filling up with Grenda’s thick, creamy milk.


Suddenly, though, the image of Iohn flashed in her mind, his warm smile and kind attitude occupied her train of thought, and before she could connect the dots, she began to get the tingles. The same ones she got whenever she tried to milk herself were now happening while she used the machine.
“N-No… No no no no… NNNGGGHHH!!!” she began to moan louder, her blush becoming more vivid and her breath more erratic. Now each suction of the machine caused a sudden jolt to rush down her spine, making her arch her back and start sweating. Panicked and confused she vocally turned off the machine, needing time to breathe and think. Why was this happening? Prior to that point, the machine never made her feel this way. Unless… Unless it was Iohn? She did think of him while getting milked, but… how come the mere mental image of the hedgehog in the other room was making her feel this way? She waited a few minutes, calming herself down, then decided to test the theory: she reactivated the machine, needing to get the milk out of her chest and udder before it could cause any physical trouble to her. And again, as the machine ramped up in speed again and she resumed thinking of Iohn, the tingles in her lower body returned, this time stronger than before. She was overwhelmed by the sensation burning in her loins… but this time she let it happen, gripping the handle as hard as she could and avoiding the surging need to touch her private parts. She bit her lip hard and began to buck her hips as the milking grew up in speed and power, now sucking on her nipples and udder at full capacity and greedily drinking her sweet milk.
“NNNN… NNNN… NNNN… OOOAAAHHHNNN!!!” she moaned, unable to control her voice anymore and fully giving in to the insane feeling she was experiencing for the first time: pleasure. Pure, unfiltered sexual pleasure. All coming from her imagining Iohn while milking herself. The two ideas began to merge in her mind, turning into the obscene (at least for her) idea of having him milk her instead of the cold, ineffective machine. Such ideas quickly evolved in her mind, thoughts she had never even dared to dream of wormed their way into her sexually inexperienced mind, all involving Iohn having fun with her breasts: touching and caressing them, kissing them, licking them, sucking the milk straight from her nipples… Each thought drove her closer and closer to the edge, until the necessity to relieve herself was unbearable. She let go of the handle and her hand reached for her burning sex, rubbing and stroking her lower lips with growing need. She was unable to keep her mouth closed, or her tongue inside her mouth, as she breathed harsher and louder and her blush kept getting redder. Soon, she began to call for him, shouting his name and begging him to release her from this overwhelming sensations, going as far as to finger herself, causing a wave of juices to squirt out of her vulva and making her scream. More juices flowed out, along with her milk now flowing out of her like a river and filling up the canisters so quickly the machine almost broke, but managed to change up the canisters as the old ones got filled up. Once the rush of her first orgasm died down, she flopped back on the chair of the contraption, panting heavily and barely able to keep her eyes open.


Taking a few minutes to recover after the pleasing but exhaustive effort took place, Grenda closed her eyes smiling while still thinking of Iohn.
"So handsome, so warm, makes me feel so fuzzy and good. I...OH MY GOD!", Grenda's rational now finally taking the reins.
Grenda cleaned herself up, wiping away all the fluid from her sex off the chair, and taking off the tubes surrounding her udders and nipples. Throughout the cleaning, Grenda felt nothing but intense shame over what she did.
"Oh god what was I thinking? I pleasured myself while thinking of a patient. That was so disgusting of me! Oh, how can I be friends with him now?! Iohn won't want to be friends with me. Let alone...", Grenda finally sanitized the spots she needed to but sat by her desk and lowered her head in shame.
"I don't understand...why was I thinking of him like that? Why did it...felt so...good?"
A blush on her face returned as she allowed herself to dwell more on the hedgehog. Flashes of the interactions they had during the day made Grenda force a smile on her lips without even consciously trying. Grenda got back up and went into the room Iohn was still heavily asleep in. Grenda looked from across the room, and while she felt warm in her body, it wasn't around her naughty region this time. Rather around her chest where her heart beated more aggressively.
"I see...I think I understand now.", Grenda put things together in her head what that little incident in the other room truly meant for her.


For Grenda, she's never viewed herself as an object of attraction for others. She never allowed herself to experiment or experience the more adult side of her own body, nor with others. Iohn sparked those elements within Grenda because of his charm and kindness sparking the passions she kept buried. So when she was alone and thought of him, it wasn't born of lustful desire exactly. Rather Iohn was the catalyst for her letting herself begin to experience this new side of herself.
Grenda didn't let this fact entirely excuse her from pleasuring to Iohn as it still wasn't right for her to do that and demeaning. But knew moving forward, she needed to control herself and won't do so again. Or least if she does, it'll be when hopefully they become closer if things move that way for them.
"Thank you for being so kind to me Iohn.", Grenda whispered near the sleeping hedgehog's ear while he was still sleeping.
Grenda wanted whatever relationship with Iohn she could have. She didn't care now if it was unprofessional. Iohn really made her feel accepted and special. Maybe perhaps it wouldn't lead to them being together, but she valued him far beyond that. She wanted to be close with him as a person above all else.


By the next morning, as the sun began shining into the room, Iohn woke up finally.
"YAAAAWWWWWWNNNN. Grenda? You still around?", Iohn turned side to side looking for the nurse only to see beside his bed that Grenda was asleep too sitting on a lone chair.
Iohn blushed seeing that he got that kind of attention from her, but tried to wake her up without startling her.
"Pssst, Grenda..."
"SNORT, AHH! I'm awake!", too bad though that Iohn didn't have a good record of doing that.
Grenda, knowing she might get in trouble for that, collected herself and made sure everything was up to date before Iohn could be discharged.
"Good morning sleepy head.", Iohn said, being a touch snarky. Grenda poorly hid her amusement by trying to muffle her giggle, "Now, now I had to ensure everything was completely normal for your recovery. Just need one final physical exam and then you can be back in the field."
"Before you do that…"
"What?"
"You've got  severe bed-head with your hair there.", Iohn pointed out.
Grenda looked at her curly locks and noticed that one of them came undone in her sleep and looked frizzled. Grenda tried to hide her embarrassment, but once again to poor effect. Iohn noticed this and tried to ease the tension.


"Wanted to say thank you. It was really nice talking to you yesterday, and I appreciated you looking after me all night. You didn't need to.", Iohn spoke gratefully.
"Pleasure was all mine. You're a very nice guy,", Grenda calmed down but was getting more nervous because she was afraid if she didn't make a move, she'd lose touch with him.
"U-uhhh, everything's in order Iohn. You're back to full health."
"Yeah, feels like it too. Well, is this it?"
"W-www-what's...it?", Grenda asked, stumbling over herself with her multiple thoughts deciphering the meaning of that last sentence.
"Like do I sign something or send billing info?", Iohn replied innocently.
"Ohhh no, Restoration budget covers that.", Grenda answered.
"I'm not technically with them right now. I'm freelance."
"Oh. Then what rank fighter are you then since there's a system in place for that too."
"S-rank.", Iohn answered.
Grenda's mind had a full record scratch moment upon learning Iohn was the highest freelancer you can get.
"Wow, you're very skilled then. Just scan your id then it'll do the rest.", Grenda said.
Iohn placed his communicator next to the id scanner by Grenda's computer. If anything it was the next best thing to full coverage of the medical service.

Iohn began packing his belongings and fire wispon, readying to head out to the field again helping where he could. But Grenda couldn't wait any longer. 
"IOHN?!", she spoke at max volume startling him.
"Uhhh, c-can I have your number? I-I uhhhh, know... where to get more of that special milk and can feed you some info on what locations have it in stock."
"Sure, but if I may ask,"
"Yes?"
"Could I...", finally it was turn for Iohn to be feeling the tension as he was noticing the idea that Grenda might be into him, "Maybe give you my number to...also just talk to each other? As…friends, too?"
Grenda lit up like Christmas lights on the inside, on the outside she nodded, clasping her hands in agreement.
With their contact info exchanged, Iohn headed out waving goodbye to Grenda. But deep down they knew. They knew this was the beginning of something different.

“...And that’s how we met!” said Grenda, smiling, to the two kids laying in front of her, Iohn smiling proudly as he sat on her lap and looking at her lovingly. He looked at her, and then at the kids. A cow and a hedgehog, the former three years older than the latter. They had Henrietta barely two weeks after the marriage and Hunter came along three years later. He kept staring at the wedding ring, still unable to believe that he managed to marry the woman of his dreams.
“That was a gweat stowy, mama!” said Hunter, smiling.
“Yeah!” replied Henrietta. “But… Why did momma leave the room and then come back so much later?” she then asked. Both her and Iohn, who got told what happened by Grenda but left it out in the story, blushed madly.
“...O-Oh! Look, it’s bedtime already! Okay, you rascals, to bed!” she said in a rush. Both kids groaned, but got up and headed to their bedrooms.
“...Eh-Ehm, aren’t you forgetting something?” asked Iohn to his kids. They stopped, smiled and ran back to their parents, giving them a goodnight kiss before going to their rooms. Iohn and Grenda smiled as they wished goodnight to them.
“We did a good job with them, right honey?” Asked Grenda, holding him close.
“We did good, honey.” said Iohn, nodding and planting a tiny kiss on her jaw.


The End