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Me.\n\nGo read his stuff, it's delightful.\n\nAs always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment\n\nFor the PDF: ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Felicity isn't a regular cow in Milkington. Not only is she the librarian of this humble little village of cows, but she's also a Witch. She's just discovered her power, too! Ever the bookworm, she's absolutely delighted that this is it too. She lays in bed, casts her spell on her romance novel, and well... milks the text for all it's worth.

If you know me at all, I'm more than willing to write a story out of spite or to prove a point. Today's victim: :iconTheFloofyCow: This wonderful, talented, and delightful author is a slut for lore. If your story has pages and pages worth of lore just to explain one point in the plot, he'll more than eagerly read it. So, where do I fall into this? A lot of the time, I don't bother with lore. You wanna read the good stuff. I told him today, "Floofy, I'm gonna write you a story about a sexy cow in lingerie that gets fucked by a book with a dick. Fucked by that hot lore dick."
"Ok, do it."
And so I have. TAKE THAT FLOOFY! Don't. Try. Me.

Go read his stuff, it's delightful.

As always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment

For the PDF: ", "writing": "[center]\nMilking the Text[/center]\n\nThe sun was beginning to set on the village. Little bunches of friends were beginning to separate for the night, while mothers dragged their children home. The windmill in the distance cast a long shadow over the town square, motionless after all the years of neglect.\n\nDespite the hour, there was one resident still at work. Felicity sat at the milking station, cradling her breasts and holding back soft moans as she pulled her nipples, squirting all the milk that was left within them into the main collection trough. Her udder was already milked for the day, no longer swollen and jiggling like a bowl of jello. “Some days I do wish I wasn’t as blessed,” she sighed as she let a moan escape. Even in her 50s, she was just as productive, if not more, than many of the other younger ladies of the village. She tucked her girls back into her milkmaid dress and rolled her muscles back and forth. “I hope that’s enough. It’s getting late.” She grabbed a stack of books from the bench and started traveling back home.\n\n“Hey! Felicity!” Three bovine girls called. “Reading again? You finally get your milking done?”\n\n“Yeah, you’re always lost in a book!”\n\n“Think you’re better than the rest of us cause your tits are bigger?”\n\nFelicity ignored them. Clutching the pile of books in her hands, pressing against her Q-cup breasts, she was more than used to the teasing. Despite being the most prominent milkmaid in the village of Milkington, she had a penchant for knowledge. Perhaps it was the fact that she was a whole foot shorter than everyone else that made her such a perfect target for the girls’ hazing, but that didn’t matter to her. \n\nEveryone in Milkington produced milk for the surrounding villages. That’s what you did if you were a cow in Milkington, and everyone in Milkington [i]was [/i]a cow. A village full of females was an unusual sight, but this wasn’t some massive brothel like tourists believed it to be. Every cow worked their share, and has their own job on the side. Others worked the stores, the stronger of them perhaps were the laborers, the older ones did the simple work like caring for the young, or jobs like a librarian. \n\nThat was what Felicity did. It was a stereotype to be sure, but she was getting along in life, and what did she have to do aside from produce her milk? Besides, only three other cows came to the library besides her, and that was only if they needed to prove a point. It was her dream job. Getting lost in her books after working her udder off for years and years. \n\nWalking up the stairs to the Library’s main doors, she looked around before she shut and locked the doors behind her. Today, she was locking up early. Not like it mattered anyway. Felicity only received guests every three months or so. In fact, she had grown lazy and started walking around practically naked, covering the windows and letting herself enjoy her body as nature intended. \n\nThe moment the door was locked, she ripped off her dress, letting her breasts flop freely. “At last,” Felicity said. “At last I have found it.” She snapped her fingers, the curtains covering the windows, and the candles around the library came to life, casting all three floors of the cobblestone tower in their warm glow. \n\nYou see, Felicity had a secret. Every Librarian that Milkington ever had kept this secret as well. When Felicity learned of it, she was so shocked that she nearly fainted. There was one book in the very top shelves that every librarian was required to read from cover to cover. She was told by the previous librarian, “If you do, you will be greatly rewarded.” She had her doubts at first, thinking it was some test. But as she continued to read, thinking it was some fantasy novel, she found herself growing increasingly engrossed in it. By the time the week had passed, she had finished it, and her whole outlook on life had changed. \n\nShe had been granted magic powers.\n\nThat was the catch, though. What magic powers? That was what she was tasked with finding out by herself, though. The more she read, the more she struggled with learning exactly what it was. “Every Witch has her own ability. You must learn what yours is.”\n\n“I have finally learned what it is,” Felicity said as she walked up the spiraling staircase that lined the far wall of the tower. “If I am correct, I can absorb all of this library’s knowledge within a year. I can’t believe it’s so…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it. Felicity gazed at the bookshelves, knowing that she could now gain their knowledge quicker, but at a price. “All those romance novels have done a number on me.”\n\nThrough the book exchange program with the villages across the kingdom, she had learned of fictional romance stories written by an anonymous author somewhere within the kingdom’s boundary. Felicity had fallen in love with them. They wove tales of forbidden love, action, sexual acts that could only be achieved in dreams, and so much more. She longed to meet this author, but alas, they kept their identity a secret.\n\nHowever, with her new magic discovered, she was able to learn more about the stories that they wrote in a way never before imagined. On the third floor, she lay on her bed, holding the books that she had brought from outside Milkington. Amidst the books 100 New Crochet Methods, Meals for One on a Budget, and My Life as the King’s Jester, sat the book she wanted the most. “To Love A Concubine, by Whatzit Tooya.” She grinned with excitement. “I shall finally know your secrets.” She placed a hand on the cover and closed her eyes.\n[center][i]\nXook in a secretos a masculinidad in chu'upul k'ajóolil yéetel k'ajóolil ma' igual[/i][/center]\n\nThe book started to grow in size! Paper started to unfold from within the binding, forming arms and legs, so muscular and built. Before her very eyes, the book was two feet taller than her and standing on her bed! There was no face on the book, but she could imagine one, staring at her, as it was tilted downwards, as if looking at her. If she was correct, all she had to do was present herself to it.\n\nFelicity leaned back and spread her legs, her thicc thighs wiggling as they sat in the air. “Give me your knowledge.”\n\nThere was more paper unfolding from the book, and she watched as the book sprouted a long, thick member, like a bull, as if it knew what she liked the most. It leaned over her, slamming its powerful arms on each side of her head. Without words, it pressed its cock against her dripping honeypot, but waited. It sat motionless, as if expecting something. \n\nFelicity whispered, her face burning with passion. “Take me.”\n\nThe novel obeyed its mistress. In one thrust, it rammed its rock-hard bookhood within her. “GYAAAAH!” Felicity screamed. She hadn’t shared a bed with anyone in so many years, yet the moment she felt that shaft inside of her, instincts kicked in. “Oh, please be kind. It’s been so long.” The novel listened and took it slow. Long pulls of his cock out of her sopping wet pussy, then a slow inward thrust. She panted heavily, cradling her breasts so they didn’t fly every which way. Despite milking this morning and later in the evening, they were already starting to leak. “Oh dear.” Her fingers were already wet with her milk. “I never give enough.” It flowed down her body and stained the sheets below her. She gave up. “Alright, let’s go faster.”\n\nEver obedient, the Novel picked up the pace. Felicity wondered between blasts of euphoria what her power really was. She may have been able to make books into golems like creatures, but what was the purpose? Then it hit her. In her head, she saw the words fly by. The text from the pages! She was reading the book and taking in the content faster than she could normally read it!\n\n[i]It was not often that I visited the King. I found it tedious, and frankly, I did not care for the man. However, there was one thing that made my visits worth my time, and if I confess it publicly, I could very well be executed. His royal concubines.[/i]\n\nSome of the text was even accompanied by images that her brain processed! “OH, MY, GOODNESS!” Felicity shouted, experiencing her favorite pastime all while getting fucked silly at the same time. \n\n[i]There was one fateful night when I was met with a guest in my bed. At first, I was panicked. As we all know, the king has many enemies. It very well could have been an assassin who mistook my chambers for his, though I highly doubt that, as The King is one to flaunt his riches, even in the bedroom.\n[/i]\nFelicity was on the edge of her seat. “MORE! Please, faster,” she shouted. The novel’s cock rammed into her as if aiming to breed her like a bull, seemingly gazing at her the entire time, despite not having any facial features to do it with. Its muscular arms bulged and throbbed, veins beating as if blood was pumping through them. It’s hard cover opened and closed, the pages rippling as the story was thrust into her.\n[i]\n“My dear,” I told her, “I thank you for the splendid evening, but I don’t even know your name.” She gazed at me, exposing her chest to me once again. Without words, she smothered my face, drowning me in her feminine wiles. The evening was long, and it was sunrise before she or I had realized. She rose to leave, and I longed to stop her, but I knew I should not. She was not my concubine, afterall. \nMy heart desired that she were. \n[/i]\n“PLEASE!” Felicity shouted, grasping the sheets. “I need to know why!”\n\nSeveral scenes flashed by as the novel increased its pace, pounding her like a horse left alone with a mare in heat. Felicity learned why the concubine seduced him, the ulterior motive, and his desire to twist fate into his favor. \n\n[i]“My liege, would you allow me to purchase Serefina? I have simply fallen for her, and I desire more than anything to have her.” I knew that my chances were astronomically low, and the King did not easily let go of his concubines. However, I was willing to pay any price.\n\nHe gazed at me with an inquisitive eye, but was silent for a long, trying time. “I refuse,” he finally replied with a smirk. “Do you not think that I am unaware of your little soiree with her? If anything, I should have you arrested and hanged.” He raised his hand, ready to snap his fingers. “However, I believe we can come to an arrangement.”\n\n“Anything, my liege.”\n\n“Become my concubine if you desire her so lustily!”[/i]\n\n“GYAAAAAAAAAH!” Felicity screamed as the novel rammed into her one last time, spewing its seed of knowledge into her. Milk shot from her tits like a geyser, luckily missing the novel completely and not staining the hard cover. The faint words of the last page shot into her mind.\n\n[i]And that is where I leave you, dear reader.[/i]\n\nThe novel fell to the bed, its limbs receding into the binding once more. Lifeless, it sat on the bed, a thick, white goo leading away from the bottom of the cover.\n\nFelicity panted wildly. She lay there for what felt like hours, recovering from this new experience. She sat up and looked at the book. “Not quite the ending I expected.” Felicity grabbed the book and felt like she was more satisfied reading it this way than she would have been reading it normally. That took a lot out of her, though. “Maybe not a year,” she said, thinking about her previous estimate. “I’ll take my time.” Her thoughts turned to which story to “read” next.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "

Milking the Text


The sun was beginning to set on the village. Little bunches of friends were beginning to separate for the night, while mothers dragged their children home. The windmill in the distance cast a long shadow over the town square, motionless after all the years of neglect.

Despite the hour, there was one resident still at work. Felicity sat at the milking station, cradling her breasts and holding back soft moans as she pulled her nipples, squirting all the milk that was left within them into the main collection trough. Her udder was already milked for the day, no longer swollen and jiggling like a bowl of jello. “Some days I do wish I wasn’t as blessed,” she sighed as she let a moan escape. Even in her 50s, she was just as productive, if not more, than many of the other younger ladies of the village. She tucked her girls back into her milkmaid dress and rolled her muscles back and forth. “I hope that’s enough. It’s getting late.” She grabbed a stack of books from the bench and started traveling back home.

“Hey! Felicity!” Three bovine girls called. “Reading again? You finally get your milking done?”

“Yeah, you’re always lost in a book!”

“Think you’re better than the rest of us cause your tits are bigger?”

Felicity ignored them. Clutching the pile of books in her hands, pressing against her Q-cup breasts, she was more than used to the teasing. Despite being the most prominent milkmaid in the village of Milkington, she had a penchant for knowledge. Perhaps it was the fact that she was a whole foot shorter than everyone else that made her such a perfect target for the girls’ hazing, but that didn’t matter to her.

Everyone in Milkington produced milk for the surrounding villages. That’s what you did if you were a cow in Milkington, and everyone in Milkington was a cow. A village full of females was an unusual sight, but this wasn’t some massive brothel like tourists believed it to be. Every cow worked their share, and has their own job on the side. Others worked the stores, the stronger of them perhaps were the laborers, the older ones did the simple work like caring for the young, or jobs like a librarian.

That was what Felicity did. It was a stereotype to be sure, but she was getting along in life, and what did she have to do aside from produce her milk? Besides, only three other cows came to the library besides her, and that was only if they needed to prove a point. It was her dream job. Getting lost in her books after working her udder off for years and years.

Walking up the stairs to the Library’s main doors, she looked around before she shut and locked the doors behind her. Today, she was locking up early. Not like it mattered anyway. Felicity only received guests every three months or so. In fact, she had grown lazy and started walking around practically naked, covering the windows and letting herself enjoy her body as nature intended.

The moment the door was locked, she ripped off her dress, letting her breasts flop freely. “At last,” Felicity said. “At last I have found it.” She snapped her fingers, the curtains covering the windows, and the candles around the library came to life, casting all three floors of the cobblestone tower in their warm glow.

You see, Felicity had a secret. Every Librarian that Milkington ever had kept this secret as well. When Felicity learned of it, she was so shocked that she nearly fainted. There was one book in the very top shelves that every librarian was required to read from cover to cover. She was told by the previous librarian, “If you do, you will be greatly rewarded.” She had her doubts at first, thinking it was some test. But as she continued to read, thinking it was some fantasy novel, she found herself growing increasingly engrossed in it. By the time the week had passed, she had finished it, and her whole outlook on life had changed.

She had been granted magic powers.

That was the catch, though. What magic powers? That was what she was tasked with finding out by herself, though. The more she read, the more she struggled with learning exactly what it was. “Every Witch has her own ability. You must learn what yours is.”

“I have finally learned what it is,” Felicity said as she walked up the spiraling staircase that lined the far wall of the tower. “If I am correct, I can absorb all of this library’s knowledge within a year. I can’t believe it’s so…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it. Felicity gazed at the bookshelves, knowing that she could now gain their knowledge quicker, but at a price. “All those romance novels have done a number on me.”

Through the book exchange program with the villages across the kingdom, she had learned of fictional romance stories written by an anonymous author somewhere within the kingdom’s boundary. Felicity had fallen in love with them. They wove tales of forbidden love, action, sexual acts that could only be achieved in dreams, and so much more. She longed to meet this author, but alas, they kept their identity a secret.

However, with her new magic discovered, she was able to learn more about the stories that they wrote in a way never before imagined. On the third floor, she lay on her bed, holding the books that she had brought from outside Milkington. Amidst the books 100 New Crochet Methods, Meals for One on a Budget, and My Life as the King’s Jester, sat the book she wanted the most. “To Love A Concubine, by Whatzit Tooya.” She grinned with excitement. “I shall finally know your secrets.” She placed a hand on the cover and closed her eyes.

Xook in a secretos a masculinidad in chu'upul k'ajóolil yéetel k'ajóolil ma' igual


The book started to grow in size! Paper started to unfold from within the binding, forming arms and legs, so muscular and built. Before her very eyes, the book was two feet taller than her and standing on her bed! There was no face on the book, but she could imagine one, staring at her, as it was tilted downwards, as if looking at her. If she was correct, all she had to do was present herself to it.

Felicity leaned back and spread her legs, her thicc thighs wiggling as they sat in the air. “Give me your knowledge.”

There was more paper unfolding from the book, and she watched as the book sprouted a long, thick member, like a bull, as if it knew what she liked the most. It leaned over her, slamming its powerful arms on each side of her head. Without words, it pressed its cock against her dripping honeypot, but waited. It sat motionless, as if expecting something.

Felicity whispered, her face burning with passion. “Take me.”

The novel obeyed its mistress. In one thrust, it rammed its rock-hard bookhood within her. “GYAAAAH!” Felicity screamed. She hadn’t shared a bed with anyone in so many years, yet the moment she felt that shaft inside of her, instincts kicked in. “Oh, please be kind. It’s been so long.” The novel listened and took it slow. Long pulls of his cock out of her sopping wet pussy, then a slow inward thrust. She panted heavily, cradling her breasts so they didn’t fly every which way. Despite milking this morning and later in the evening, they were already starting to leak. “Oh dear.” Her fingers were already wet with her milk. “I never give enough.” It flowed down her body and stained the sheets below her. She gave up. “Alright, let’s go faster.”

Ever obedient, the Novel picked up the pace. Felicity wondered between blasts of euphoria what her power really was. She may have been able to make books into golems like creatures, but what was the purpose? Then it hit her. In her head, she saw the words fly by. The text from the pages! She was reading the book and taking in the content faster than she could normally read it!

It was not often that I visited the King. I found it tedious, and frankly, I did not care for the man. However, there was one thing that made my visits worth my time, and if I confess it publicly, I could very well be executed. His royal concubines.

Some of the text was even accompanied by images that her brain processed! “OH, MY, GOODNESS!” Felicity shouted, experiencing her favorite pastime all while getting fucked silly at the same time.

There was one fateful night when I was met with a guest in my bed. At first, I was panicked. As we all know, the king has many enemies. It very well could have been an assassin who mistook my chambers for his, though I highly doubt that, as The King is one to flaunt his riches, even in the bedroom.

Felicity was on the edge of her seat. “MORE! Please, faster,” she shouted. The novel’s cock rammed into her as if aiming to breed her like a bull, seemingly gazing at her the entire time, despite not having any facial features to do it with. Its muscular arms bulged and throbbed, veins beating as if blood was pumping through them. It’s hard cover opened and closed, the pages rippling as the story was thrust into her.

“My dear,” I told her, “I thank you for the splendid evening, but I don’t even know your name.” She gazed at me, exposing her chest to me once again. Without words, she smothered my face, drowning me in her feminine wiles. The evening was long, and it was sunrise before she or I had realized. She rose to leave, and I longed to stop her, but I knew I should not. She was not my concubine, afterall.
My heart desired that she were.  

“PLEASE!” Felicity shouted, grasping the sheets. “I need to know why!”

Several scenes flashed by as the novel increased its pace, pounding her like a horse left alone with a mare in heat. Felicity learned why the concubine seduced him, the ulterior motive, and his desire to twist fate into his favor.

“My liege, would you allow me to purchase Serefina? I have simply fallen for her, and I desire more than anything to have her.” I knew that my chances were astronomically low, and the King did not easily let go of his concubines. However, I was willing to pay any price.

He gazed at me with an inquisitive eye, but was silent for a long, trying time. “I refuse,” he finally replied with a smirk. “Do you not think that I am unaware of your little soiree with her? If anything, I should have you arrested and hanged.” He raised his hand, ready to snap his fingers. “However, I believe we can come to an arrangement.”

“Anything, my liege.”

“Become my concubine if you desire her so lustily!”

“GYAAAAAAAAAH!” Felicity screamed as the novel rammed into her one last time, spewing its seed of knowledge into her. Milk shot from her tits like a geyser, luckily missing the novel completely and not staining the hard cover. The faint words of the last page shot into her mind.

And that is where I leave you, dear reader.

The novel fell to the bed, its limbs receding into the binding once more. Lifeless, it sat on the bed, a thick, white goo leading away from the bottom of the cover.

Felicity panted wildly. She lay there for what felt like hours, recovering from this new experience. She sat up and looked at the book. “Not quite the ending I expected.” Felicity grabbed the book and felt like she was more satisfied reading it this way than she would have been reading it normally. That took a lot out of her, though. “Maybe not a year,” she said, thinking about her previous estimate. “I’ll take my time.” Her thoughts turned to which story to “read” next.
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