An Udder for one

Sabastian hadn’t thought much of it when the story first crossed his desk. A simple fluff piece he thought, a new place that opened. An old rustic themed bar that primarily served milk. What was strange was no one knew where their supply came from. Sebastian shrugged it was probably nothing and still every good journalist needs to do a fluff piece every now and then to forge public relations.
After doing some digging Sabastian found that the place was indeed rather new having opened only the month prior, but was making a splash with its unique drinks and adventurous clientele. The place was owned by two men Jacob, a wolf man of some type and Kaidron, a somewhat rarer luck dragon subspecies. It made Sabastian somewhat jealous, he was a rather tall 6 foot 5 but dull fox, 27 in age with grey fur covering him head to toe giving him a more mature appearance than you’d expect. His eyes were a muddy brown with short cropped black hair. But other than that he was painfully average in appearance.
Looking at the classic bar sign swaying back and forth in the night breeze Sabastian chuckled.
“The kilted cow? Who comes up with these names?”
Still, he wasn’t going to discover anything just looking at the place from the outside so taking a breath he stepped inside.
The place was much bigger than expected, passed the modest entryway was a huge hall. The walls were classic old cobblestone supported by thick wooden beams. A large grand fireplace stood gated against one wall opposite to a bar with old fashioned beer kegs. The floor itself was well polished mosaic stone with dark wood furniture, tables booths and stools by the equally dark wood bar.
The place was busy people of all types laughing and talking with tankards in their hands. Seriously, the only thing missing was a bard in the corner and the place would be the most cliché fantasy setting ever.
The next thing Sabastian noticed were the staff. All of them were men, but their uniforms differed. They all were wearing a tight waistcoat, but half wore black pants while the other half sported a kilt instead.
Just then a member of staff noticed Sabastian standing around and waved him down.
“evening sir, this your first time at the kilted cow?”
The man was young early 20s maybe, an ice dragon by the looks of him. His bright white scales covering his body smooth and clean almost like skin. Light blue eyes peaking over red rimmed glasses. His large, curved horns almost as distracting as the bright shock of blue hair cascading over his shoulder coupled with the black mane that went past his other.
“err yeah it is. So, what’s the deal with the uniforms? Why do half of you sport kilts?”
The ice dragon looked down almost as if confirming that he wasn’t wearing a kilt himself.
“Oh, that’s to differentiate the two types of staff. The part time staff like myself wear these pants. Full time sport kilts. Full time staff has some benefits and extra duties, but the place is still new so the management hasn't sorted all that stuff out yet.”
Sebastian looked at the ice dragon almost more confused by the answer than the question itself. But a good journalist knows when it’s best to leave the questions. He’d probably learn more about this place from observing the service for an hour or so than asking invasive questions anyway.
“may I have a table?”
Almost caught off guard the ice dragon ushered Sabastian to a table somewhat near the fireplace before handing him a menu.
“My name is Azzy and I’ll be your server today, just call me over when you’ve decided which type of milk you’ll be drinking tonight.”
And with that he turned around shaking his tail as he walked off. Sabastian tried not to stare as he turned to the menu.
Lists of drinks on one side and a rather modest food menu on the other. The most stand out feature was the list of species on the menu. Wolf, dragon, fox… before he could continue reading a tankard was placed on his table.
“I didn’t order anything yet.” Sabastian interjected.
The ice dragon stammered.
“I-it’s from management, complimentary as its your first visit.”
The ice dragon again turned his fluffy blue trimmed tail and walked away holding up the tray he served the drink to his well-defined pecs.
Sebastian looked over the tankard suspiciously, do they always give free tankards to their new customers? I suppose it is good practice considering the niche market they cater to.
The drink was a milk of some sort. Bringing it to his lips, Sebastian didn’t exactly know what to expect. It was rich and creamy sure, but it had an underline flavour he couldn’t figure out. Something somewhat hoppy like a beer mixed into the flavour of the milk. It was nice, delicious even. It wasn’t long till Sabastian had finished the whole tankard, feeling a pleasant warmth in his stomach. Looking at the bottom of the tankard Sebastian started to feel sleepy, not unexpected he thought considering how much milk he’d drank but the feeling was stronger than he would assume.
He barely had a chance to call over his server before everything started getting dark. The last thing he saw was the ice dragon walking over as two figures stood at the bar with smiles on their faces before he blacked out.

Sebastian awoke with a bad headache like he’d been heavily drinking the night before. He tried to cradle his head in his hands, but the loud clanging of chains distracted him. As his vision came into focus, he saw he was chained to the wall, a large machine to his left and to his right a large wooden door. Sebastian was confused, this was just a stupid fluff piece about a milk bar. Why was he dangling in a murder dungeon like he was caught investigating the mob or something?
Before he could think about it much further the large door on his right swung open.
“Seems our guest is finally awake.” Came a gruff somewhat deep voice from behind it.
As the door closed Sabastian saw his captors, a blue furred wolf with large black horns and red wings stretching behind him and a dragon white fur covering him completely besides two large fin shaped spikes on his head which were purple and a bright yellow underbelly. They were both sporting the waistcoat and kilt of full-time employees of the bar.
The white dragon sat down on a nearby stool and opened a paper and began reading.
“Sebastian Highum famed local reporter who’s reviews sink another business.”
“you have quite the reputation Mr Highum…”
Sabastian gulped, were these people crazy? What were they going to do? Kill him? He hadn’t even been sent to review the place just investigate it.
“This place is important to us and we cannot run the risk of it being closed so soon.”
As the wolf spoke, he sat down by the machine. That’s when Sabastian saw under his kilt, his balls were huge and swollen with fleshy lumps protruding from it. Almost like an udder. The white dragon attached suction cups to the udder balls of the wolf revealing the machine as a type of milker.
Sebastian panicked, what were these freaks planning to do? His thoughts were interrupted by the wolf’s moans. His hardening dick pulling the kilt back further showing off more of the udder as it shaked in time with the  rhythmic hum of the milker.
“Now come Mr Highum, time to drink up.”
The dragon approached with a tube in his hand. Sabastian kept his mouth shut, no way he was going to be forced to drink that stuff. The dragon laughed to himself and held Sebastian’s nose, there would only be so long he could hold his breath before…
GASP!
As Sabastian opened his mouth to breath the tube was forced in and before he could attempt to push it out, milk started flowing through. As much as he hated to admit it the milk tasted phenomenal. So rich and full, he started to gulp it down absentmindedly. The dragon and wolf smiled. The dragon put his hand on Sabastian’s hips before pulling down his pants. Revealing his hardening member. Each gulp of milk caused it to twitch and get harder.
Sebastian winched when he felt someone grab hold of his dick, but he didn’t give it much attention as more and more of the milk sloshed down his throat.
Sebastian’s head started to hurt, why was he here again? Boy this milk tasted great it would be great to share it to other people. Was that why he was here? to share milk? Sabastian grunted as he started preing, his dick once again catching his attention but the more he focused on the sensation the more his thoughts seemed to trail off. Sebastian? That’s a funny name. it was hard to say though. Good thing his friends always just called him Sebby.
Sebby barely noticed his pecs getting bigger as he chugged on the tube feeding him milk. He looked around; did he know where he was? He couldn’t remember. Thinking and worrying hurt, why bother when he was feeling amazing his dick was being played with and he was getting a delicious drink. His pecs started to itch as a small drop of milk fell from the nipples which made Sebby whimper slightly.
Just then the tube was removed from his mouth making him gasp and pant slightly as two tall men came into view. He recognised these two, didn’t he? They looked really manly and hot, Sebby hoped he knew them, but he was having trouble thinking at the moment.
Before he could ask the dragon spoke to him.
“does the lil boy wanna join our bar? You’ll be able to give others delicious milk.”
Sebby thought for a moment, it made his head hurt and he didn’t like it. These two seemed smart maybe he should just do what they asked.
Sebby slowly nodded. The two men standing over him grinned as they turned on the machine. The familiar hum sounded again. Sebby could feel a pressure around his balls. Looking down as best as he could he saw his balls were large and pulsing as his teats were being pulled into the milker.
Did he always have these? He grunted as milk started jetting from his udder. He must of, it felt great. The more the milk was pulled from him the less he continued to think just giving into the feeling. It wasn’t long till he loudly whimpered out an orgasm spraying cum over the floor. The machine didn’t stop, it seemed he’d be milked to orgasm more than once before its done.

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It had been two weeks since Sabastian had quit his job via an email without explanation. The three executives sat around a table discussing how they’d distribute the workload till they found his replacement. The bar they had chosen for their out of hours meeting was nice, a rustic traditional place that served drinks in tankards. There wasn’t a lot of places like this left and the atmosphere was amazing.
Three tankards were dropped onto the table.
“Your milk sirs.” Came a voice they were familiar with.
It was Sabastian! Or at least he looked very similar. He seemed slightly shorter than they remembered and sported long hair with a thick covering of facial hair.
“Your server Azzy’s shift ended, I’m your new server Sebby pleased to meet you.”
“Sabastian is that you?” one of the men asked surprised.
“Sabas…” the busty man trailed off…
“Boy that’s hard to say. People just call me Sebby!”
Sebby held the serving platter to his chest barely covering his well-defined pecs as he walked away from the table. The men dumbfounded to silence noticed a large bulge hanging slightly visible under the large kilt he proudly wore.