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A Holstaur Came to Stay

By: Heather26



The doorbell rang again just as I reached it. Whoever it was sure as impatient. Everything from salesmen to faith-spreaders danced through my mind. An ensemble of shit I didn't want to deal with. I had half-considered just pretending not to be home.

I braced for the worst as I opened the door but was taken aback at what awaited me. Before me stood a man in a delivery uniform, a clipboard in hand and an expression that told me I had kept him waiting too long. Standing in the shadow of him, too shy to be seen, was a girl. Well, not quite a girl. A pair of small horns and floppy cow ears poked out from beneath her long, dark hair. As my eyes travelled down her, my suspicions were confirmed. Her legs were covered in a fine black and white fur, ending in small cloven hooves. She was a holstaur.

I hadn't seen many holstaurs in my life. They were quite expensive. The only people I knew who owned one were my parents, and even then, I had only briefly seen her when I visited last Christmas.

'A delivery for a mister Woods.'

'Uh... yeah, that's me.'

'Sign here, please.'

Before I could protest, he shoved the clipboard and a pen into my hands. My head spun as I wrenched my gaze from the holstaur to the paperwork. I scanned each word as quickly as possible, conscious of him waiting.

'So... what is this?'

'Just confirmation of the delivery. Whatever else you needed to sign should have already been done. Now, if you could go ahead and sign that, I have more deliveries to get to today.'

I was still lost. That was definitely my name at the top of the paper. My address, everything. But I hadn't ordered anything of the sort. Great, it was worse than a salesman. It was going to be a trip down to the post office to sort out a mix up.

I scribbled a signature and handed it back to him.

'Thank you. Here's your accompanying handbook with everything a holstaur owner needs to know. Have a nice day!'

With that he was off down the driveway to his van before I could protest. I stared blankly after him before finally turning to the holstaur. She seemed to flush at my gaze, her eyes falling to the ground. She held her hands tightly in front of her, her thumbs dancing together. I couldn't help but notice how much her arms pushed her large breasts together like that. And they were quite large, filling out the front of her shirt to an almost impossible level. But, I suppose my parent's holstaur had large breasts too. It must have just be a trait amongst them.

'You can come in.'

Her eyes shot up to meet mine. I would be lying if I said it didn't have any effect on me. Her eyes were so soft. A warm brown that drew your attention to them. Kind and loving. They looked as if they had never held a glare, or even could.

'Thank you.'

She stepped past me, only pausing to brush her hooves on the doormat. I shook myself out of my daze and reminded myself what she was. It would be weird to develop a crush on a holstaur. Although, I couldn't help but wish I could find a girl that looked like her. Despite being a holstaur she was very pretty.

I followed her into the living room, trying to keep my eyes focused elsewhere. She had a very nice figure. Fairly slim leading to wide hips and thick thighs which swayed with each of her hooved steps. A thin black and white tail fell from her backside, ending in a tuft of hair somewhere around her knees.

I threw the handbook onto the coffee table and pulled out my phone.

'I think there's been some kind of mix up. Let me just call around to fix this.'

I began searching my phone for the post office's number. With luck, I could sort this out over the phone rather than having to go down there. Although, I would probably still have to take her there anyway. Having my day ruined by running aorund seemed unavoidable.

I jumped as my phone rang in my hand. My parent's number flashed up on the screen.

'Hello?'

'Hello darling. Happy birthday!' my mother's voice greeted me.

'Thanks... but my birthday isn't for a few weeks.'

'We know, but we couldn't resist getting you your present early. Has it arrived?'

I spun around to face the holstaur. She stood once more with her hands bunched up in front of her, her eyes cast down as if she was somehow to blame for being brought here.

'Wait, do you mean... what did you get me?'

'Well we couldn't stand seeing you drink that horrible store bought milk anymore. Probably full of chemicals. So we decided to get you a holstaur of your own! Trust me, you'll love it. We've never felt better since making the switch. Has she arrived yet?'

'Oh... yeah. Yeah, she just got here.'

The holstaur met my eyes once more, full of curiosity.

'Oh wonderful! What do you think? She has quite big breasts, doesn't she? She had the biggest at the farm. We couldn't risk letting someone else take her.'

'Mum!'

I turned away from the holstaur, hoping that she couldn't hear my mother's shrill voice from there.

'Oh, please. These are important things to discuss about a holstaur. She will give plenty of milk with those and that's what you want.'

'Okay, okay.'

'So do you like it? Perhaps we should have asked you first.'

'No, no. She's great, I just...' My mind was still trying to wrap around the concept that I was no longer taking her back to the post office. That she would instead be staying here. There were so many questions that I hadn't even thought to consider. 'What do I have to do? You know, to look after her?'

'They're really very easy to keep. Just give her food and water, and milk her once a day. Besides that, she'll take care of herself. She came with a handbook, didn't she?'

'Yeah.'

'Good, then that should fill you in on everything.'

'Wait, where's she going to sleep?'

I looked around, contemplating the space in each room.

'You've seen what Millie sleeps on, remember? That large, flat cushion that we have in the corner. She loves curling up on that.'

'I don't think I have the space for something like that.'

'Sure you do. Just move some things around and it'll fit. Anyway, we have to go now dear. Make sure to let me know how everything goes. Bye.'

She hung up after my goodbye, yet I still held the phone to my ear, lost in uncertainty at everything that had just happened. The holstaur watched me expectantly.

'Um... I guess you will be staying here after all.'

Her tail swished behind her as her eyes lit up.

'Thank you. I look forward to getting to know you, master.'

'Uh, you don't have to call me that. Just call me Roy.'

She gave a small nod.

'If you would like. I'm Madeline.'

'Nice to... meet you, I guess.'

A silence fell between us as I found myself with nothing to say. What was there to say upon discovering that a holstaur would suddenly be living with you? My eyes instead fell to the handbook on the coffee table. If I was going to be responsible for her, I should study up.

'You can have a seat if you want.'

I motioned to the couch as I grabbed the handbook, flicking through the pages.

'You have a lovely home.'

I looked up from the handbook to see her gazing around the room in wonder. My place wasn't anything fancy.

'Thanks. It's not that much really. Actually, that's kind of the problem. I don't have anywhere for you to sleep. This was all a surprise to me.'

'That's fine. I can sleep anywhere. This couch is pretty comfy, actually.'

She let herself fall back into the cushions, bouncing slightly on impact. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts as they wobbled beneath her shirt. Was she even wearing a bra? Did holstaurs wear bras?

She looked over at me and I buried my head in the handbook. My cheeks flushing at the thought that she had seen where I was staring.

'I can't believe how comfy this is. We had nothing like this at the farm.'

I poked my head back up.

'Really? What did you have?'

'Just hay. It was piled up along the sides of the barn for us to sleep on at night. But this is so much better! It's so soft!'

She flopped to her side and rubbed her body into the couch before shooting upright with a shocked expression.

'I'm sorry, master! I should have asked.'

'It's fine, it's fine. You're welcome to make yourself at home. And you really don't have to call me master.'

She thanked me but remained upright. Her tail was swishing behind her again, rustling against the fabric of the couch.

I returned to the handbook once more and flipped to a page on diet.

'You only eat a vegetarian diet?'

'Mhmm.'

'Hmm, I'll have to buy some new ingredients.'

The smile fell from her face.

'Oh! I hope I won't be an inconvenience.'

I closed the handbook and stood up.

'No, no. I need to improve my diet anyway. Perhaps you living here will be a good thing for me.'

~

The rest of the day went by without issue. It was certainly strange having someone suddenly living here with me, but I couldn't quite tell if it was due to Madeline being a stranger, or because she looked like a cute girl.

Over the course of the night my eyes wandered across her more times than I could keep count of. Part of me was just innocently curious about how a holstaur's anatomy worked. Such as how her legs appeared so human above the knee, yet conformed to different bones beneath it. I wanted to just explore her body and find every minute difference.

The other part of me wanted to enjoy doing so.

I couldn't deny how much the curve of her thighs enticed me. How her hooves made her look like she was always wearing heels. How much her ample breasts strained against her shirt. My eyes told me she was more human than animal, but my mind kept me grounded.

And so I went to bed with a mind full of confusion and lust that turned into dreams of equal measure.

'Master.'

I pushed my face deeper into the pillow, grumbling as the morning light pierced my drowsy eyelids.

'Master.'

A light touch rocked me. I could hear sparse droplets of rain on the roof outside. There was a forecast for rain this whole week. I could think of no better way to spend it than curled up under the sheets while the elements raged outside.

'Master!'

My eyes shot open. Above me stood Madeline, a worried look on her face.

'Oh, morning Madeline...' As I blinked away the sleep from my eyes she came into focus. All of her. 'Ah! Madeline, why aren't you wearing a shirt?!'

I bolted upright in bed at the sight. She still wore the same short shorts from yesterday, but from the waist up she was completely naked. Her breasts were amazing. Too much for me to take in this early in the morning. They were so large and full. Each must have been the size of a watermelon, ending in a pair of rosy-pink nipples. Yet they looked so soft. All of her looked so soft.

'I'm sorry, master, but I need to be milked.'

'Huh?! What?!'

'I need you to milk me. It's morning and I'm feeling really full.'

'Uh...'

The events of yesterday slowly came back to me, culminating in the memory of my mother's list of requirements. At the time I had brushed it aside, too overwhelmed by other things. Then it had only fallen further into the recesses of my mind as the day grew on. Now I was not just hit with the realisation, but my own unpreparedness on the matter.

'...right. Yeah, let's go... let's go do that.'

I sheepishly pulled the covers back and stood up. Madeline hurried ahead of me as we made our way back to the living room. Butterflies filled my stomach at the thought of what was to come. The feeling only grew stronger the more I thought about it. Not only would I be up close to a beautiful, half-naked holstaur, but I would be touching her breasts. I was anxious at the thought. They had looked so soft and supple. But still, I was apprehensive. The situation was so foreign to me; what if I had misinterpreted something? This would be far too intimate to explain away with confusion.

We reached the living room and she turned to look at me expectantly.

'So, where do you want to do this?' I asked.

'Don't you need something to collect the milk?'

'Oh... right.'

I headed to the kitchen, embarrassed and out of my element. What could I even use? Where would I even store all this milk? I should have been working this out yesterday.

With nothing else viable, I ended up settling on a large pot. Madeline was waiting patiently as I returned, her hands gingerly cupping her swollen breasts. She eyed the pot with apprehension, but didn't hesitate to get down on her hands and knees over it when I placed it on the floor.

'Right, just hold on.'

I searched for where I had left the handbook and retrieved it. Thankfully, milking was one of the first pages. I scanned over diagram after diagram of hands squeezing breasts that would have been worthy of a spot under my teenage self's bed, until I felt I had gathered enough. First step: massaging her breasts to stimulate the flow.

'Okay, hold still.'

I shuffled close to her side, my breath catching in my throat. This was it. My hand drew closer and closer to her soft hanging breasts. My fingers grazed against her warm skin, slowly encompassing her breasts. They were so large, my hands barely cupped a third of their mass.

I froze as she let out a little sigh, yet she did not protest. In fact, her eyes were closed as if waiting for a great relief. I massaged the supple flesh between my hands, resisting the urge to give in and fondle them as roughly as I wished. This wasn't for fun, I had a job to do.

Soon, wet droplets stained my fingers as they passed over her hard nipples. She was ready. I was too, for that matter. An uncomfortable tent was forming in the front of my pajama pants. I bit my lip, hoping that she wouldn't see it.

I readjusted my hand and began squeezing her breasts down toward the nipple. A jet of milk squirted from her, ringing against the metal of the pot. Again I milked her breasts, this time extracting even more. With every squeeze her milk flowed more freely, filling up the pot beneath her. And with every squeeze she began letting out more and more sighs and squeaks at my touch.

'OOOOoooOOO.'

A strange moan escaped her lips after a few minutes. I watched her with curiosity, unsure of what to make of it. It looked like nothing could disturb her from the dreamy bliss spread across her face.

'OOOOoooOOO.'

It came again, this time with a slight shudder to her body and a swish of her tail.

'Are you... are you mooing?'

She opened her eyes from her bliss as her cheeks flushed red.

'Um, yeah. I know it sounds strange. The other holstaurs always teased me because I couldn't moo properly, but that's just how I moo.'

I couldn't help but smile.

'You know, I've never heard a holstaur moo before. To me it sounds just fine.'

She blushed once more as a smile crept across her face in response.

Before long the milk slowed and she placed a hand over mine to stop me.

'I think that's all of it. I don't feel so full anymore.'

She sat back on her knees, a droplet of milk still hanging from her nipple. I peered into the pot. There must have been two litres of milk in there. It was amazing to think that all of that had come out of her.

'Wow that's a lot! I don't know if I'm going to be able to keep up with your production.'

'I can help drink it. Besides, if any goes to waste, it's not like it matters. I'll just make more.'

'Wait, you can drink your own milk?'

She giggled.

'Of course, silly. I love the taste of it. Although, the farmer's didn't let us have it often. They saw it as cutting into their profits. So we would just drink from each other's breasts at night when they weren't watching.'

She smirked to herself at the memory while I hunched further over to hide my straining erection. The image of her and other naked holstaurs in that position... There's only so much one man can take.

I grabbed the pot of milk and rose in a quick twist so as to keep my back to her and my desire hidden.

'I'll just go find some containers for this.'

I hurried to the kitchen before she could see anything, holding the pot over my crotch. This time it was easier to find what I needed in the cupboards. I had plenty of bottles laying around. I grabbed a ladle and began filling them up, one at a time.

Think innocent thoughts, I told myself. Anything but thoughts of a naked Madeline. But even what I was doing aroused me. The bottles grew warm as they were filled with her milk. Warm from her lingering body heat. Warm from her breasts.

It didn't take long before the rest of the bottles were filled and put away in the fridge. I grabbed some muesli bars from the cupboard and returned to the living room.

'You can eat these, can't you?'

I held one up to her.

'Yeah. Anything without meat is fine.'

I handed her two and sat down on the couch beside her. She hadn't put a shirt on after her milking, but I felt that I could handle the situation for now.

'Sorry it's not much. I'll have to do a proper shop soon.'

'It's fine. Oh wow! Does this have berries in it? I love berries!'

'There's still so much of you I need to learn.'

I leant forward and grabbed the handbook from the floor.

'What? You want to get to know me better?'

She shot me a grin as I sat back up. I had actually meant holstaurs in general, but this presented a perfect opportunity.

'Uh, yeah. I guess if we're going to be living together, I should get to know you.'

'I'm an open book. Where do you want to start?'

'What was it like on the farm before you came here?'

'Oh, geez. Where to start on that. I don't even know how to compare it really. I spent my whole life there up until now. It was a large property with big fields for us to run in. We spent most of our time outside playing. When I hit puberty, my milk came in. After that I would start every day by going to the milking shed before anything else. Actually, this morning was nice. I haven't been hand-milked since my first few times. They had milking pumps at the farm that they would hook us up to.'

She giggled to herself.

'Those actually felt really good.'

I made a mental note to look into how much a milking pump was.

'So what was it like leaving there?'

She gave a slight shrug, the smile falling from her face.

'I don't know. Most of my sisters had already been adopted by families, so I was sort of wanting to be adopted too. I can always go back and visit my mother. She works as breeding stock there.'

I lied. I couldn't take this. Everything from her body to the images her words conjured up was going to cause me to tear a hole in the front of my pants.

'Anyway, I was excited to come here. It was a new adventure. And, to be honest, I'm glad it was your place I came to.'

Her smile returned as she looked at me and it was my turn to feel the heat rise in my face. Surely she didn't mean anything by that. Nothing more than relief of her fears. Yet it still brought up that same feeling that I had felt yesterday upon first laying eyes on her.

~

I spent the rest of the day paying more attention to her then I would have liked. When I was with her, I was wrapped in wanting to learn everything about her. When she went off to do her own thing, I found my thoughts lingering on her, longing to speak to her again. There was still so much about her that I wanted to discover. I excused it away as just general curiosity of a species I knew so little about from a life so foreign to mine, but there was something more there. A fascination that I was sure no other holstaur owner felt.

The following day we headed to the shops to buy the food I would need to meet her diet. I had hesitated at first before asking if she wanted to come. I wasn't sure if it was the right thing for me to take her out with me. I couldn't remember seeing anyone with a holstaur out shopping before. Maybe there just weren't that many holstaurs in my town.


A Holstaur Came to Stay



In the end I decided it was wiser to bring her with me. It was better to have her there when picking what she could eat.

We headed off shortly after her morning milking. I was a lot less clumsy with that this time. There was less trepidation. I knew now where to squeeze her breasts to get the most milk out of her. Though, I still needed to be told by her when to stop.

The sky was dark and brooding as we reached the supermarket. The rain had been steady over the last day, only easing up long enough for us to head out. Though I kept an umbrella with me. I didn't trust those dark clouds.

'Oh my! Look at it all!'

She hurried over to the display shelves of fruit, her tail swishing behind her.

'Can we get some of these?'

'Sure. Grab whatever you want.'

I began pilling fruit after fruit into the shopping trolley as she pointed out her favourites. Discovering each one seemed to make her more and more giddy. She held the fruits to her nose, drinking in the scent, looking as blissful as when I milked her. I had never seen someone so excited about fruits and vegetables.

'Mummy! Mummy! Look!'

We both turned to see a small child running over to Madeline with his finger pointed straight at her.

'It's a holsy!'

'A holstaur, sweety.' His mum hurried over to him. 'Come on, let's not bother them.'

'It's okay.'

Madeline squatted down on her hooves, the frills of her skirt fluttering against the black and white patterned fur of her legs. She beamed at the boy.

'Have you ever seen a holstaur before?'

The boy shook his head, wide eyed with wonderment.

'You have horns on your head.'

'I do!'

'Can I touch them?'

'Of course you can.'

She lowered her head to him, her long hair spilling over her shoulders. He tentatively poked the tips of her small horns. A moment later he stepped back, holding his hands close to him, giggling.

'What do you say to the nice holstaur?' His mother said.

'Thank you!'

Madeline waved to him as he hurried after his mother, almost tripping as he tried to keep her in sight. Madeline was grinning as much as he was.

There was something about her that I hadn't been able to place since she first arrived. Something that made her so charming to be around. I now felt like I understood it a bit better. She seemed to exude an aura of pleasantness to everyone she came in contact with. She seemed at peace with the world, relishing in the joys it provided. It was infectious.

She turned back to me, still beaming, and caught me staring.

'What?'

'Nothing.'

Soon our shopping trolley was full and we headed to the check-out. Madeline grabbed the bags as they were packed.

'You don't have to carry all of them. I can take those.'

'I want to help, though. I can take some.'

I saw no point arguing. As the cashier continued to bag our items, I realised I wouldn't be able to carry all of them anyway.

As I paid, I overheard a woman speaking from the next counter.

'It's just not right to bring an animal into a grocery store. It's unhygienic. He should know better.'

I felt uneasy at the thought that they were speaking about us. Surely they were. I couldn't imagine who else they could be referring too. There hadn't been any indication that I wasn't allowed to bring Madeline in here. Not even the cashier had commented on her being there.

I thanked the cashier when she gave my card back to me and grabbed the bags, looking forward to getting out of there. Though as I did I noticed Madeline. The girl that could find all of the joy in the world seemed to be gone from her eyes. She looked as if she was wished to shrink out of sight.

I led the way toward the exit.

'What is it?'

'I don't think I should have come...'

'You heard that woman, too?'

She gave a nod as we reached the doors. As the slid open the roar of the downpour outside met us.

I put my bags down so I could open my umbrella.

'Come on, it's not that far to my place.'

I held the umbrella over her as I picked up my bags, but she stepped back.

'I'm fine. The rain doesn't bother me that much. You take it.'

'It's pouring down. You'll get drenched!'

She shuffled her hooves and gazed off into the rain. I stepped over to her and held the umbrella over the both of us.

'Don't worry about what that woman said. I wanted you to come.'

She gave me a weak smile.

'I wasn't, I'm just...' she let out a sigh. '... all unsure about myself all of a sudden. It's fine.'

She wrapped her arm around my back and pulled close to me. Her large breast pushed against my side. It was so warm.

With one more smile from her we set off into the rain. The wind cut into us and the rain drenched our legs. We hurried, desperate to get out of the rain. To get home quicker we abandoned the path and cut across the grass. To my chagrin, the ground was a muddy mess and we probably took longer as we placed each step with care.

Finally, we reached the house. I shook off the umbrella as we huddled under the eave of the front door. My shoes were a mess. They were completely covered in mud. Even my pants were splattered with it. I pulled my shoes off and stepped inside, determined to change my pants as soon as possible.

As I turned to close the door I found Madeline still standing outside.

'What are you waiting for?'

'I can't step inside like this.'

She lifted her leg to show a muddy hoof.

'Ah. Um...'

I looked around, wracking my brains before stepping over to her.

'Here, I'll carry you to the bathroom.'

'Oh, uh...'

She stiffened for a second before placing her bags of groceries inside the door.

'Um... okay.'

In one swift motion, I lifted her in my arms. She was surprisingly light despite having such large breasts. I carried her inside, kicking the door closed behind us. The moment it shut it felt like the temperature jumped a few degrees. The wind was freezing.

I made my way down the hallway and into the bathroom, putting her down in the tub. The rain splattered against the bathroom window in large drops. We may be warm in here, but we hadn't escaped the din of the rain.

I looked down over her. The mud had splashed up her legs too, causing her fur to matte around it. It would be impossible to get her legs under the tap.

'We'll need to fill the bath to get your legs clean. You might have to take your skirt off. You can probably keep your underwear on, though.'

She pulled her shirt off over her head and threw it onto the floor before beginning to take her skirt off.

'It's fine, I don't need to keep them on.'

I suddenly became aware of the situation. I had been so caught up in the idea of washing her hooves that I hadn't given any thought to decency. If she needed to take a bath to get clean, then I should just excuse myself and let her do that.

'Uh, I can just leave you to take a bath, if you want. I didn't mean to...'

She giggled at my flustering.

'I really don't care if you see me naked. I don't have anything to hide. Quite a few times at the farm we didn't bother wearing clothes. They just got dirty anyway. Besides, you've already seen my breasts. In my opinion, there's more to see with them then down here.'

As she spoke she pulled her panties down, revealing a small, neat patch of pubic hair. I knelt down by the bath to hide the tent straining against my pants. I wasn't sure if I could take much more of this.

'Oh good, so you are staying,' she joked, shotting me a wry grin as she leaned forward to turn on the tap.

The water flowed over her hooves, washing the mud from them. Once she had rinsed them off, she put the plug into the drain and let the bath fill up. I could feel the steam rising off the water. It was nice after being out in that freezing wind.

I couldn't help but let my eyes linger over her. As the water rose, the fur on her legs danced and swayed freely beneath it. My eyes followed her leg up to her thigh where the fur stopped. From there up her skin was smooth and hairless.

'Do you shave where your fur ends?'

'Huh? No it just grows like that. My fur just stops there.'

'No, I mean your legs above the fur. Do you shave the hair that grows there?'

'What hair?' She stared at me in confusion. 'Oh, do you mean like the hair humans get on their legs? No, I don't have any of that. Just this hair here.'

She ran her hand over her pubic hair and my heart jumped into my throat. Innocent thoughts, innocent thoughts. To change the subject I began scrubbing her legs. The mud had caused her fur to tangle. In some places it really needed to be teased apart.

She worked on the upper part of her legs, leaning forward to reach them. Occasionally, her breasts would graze against my hands. Given that I had already milked her twice since coming to live here, it shouldn't have mattered. But given the situation, every time it happened I was reminded just how horny I was. Every time I had to resist the urge to grab them and climb into the tub on top of her.

I worked my way down her leg until I reached her cloven hoof. I couldn't help but take the time to explore it. It was fascinating how it connected to her leg. My interest seemed to attract her attention.

'What is it?'

'It's just your hooves. I've never had the chance to look at them this close before. They're interesting.'

'Interesting how?'

'I don't know. They're cool. It's weird how you can stand on something so small.'

'They seem just the right size to me. If anything, I've always found human feet to be the more perplexing ones. They're so long. Where does your weight sit? The heel? It's the part under your leg, but then what's the point of the rest of the foot.'

She leant over to see my feet, the tops of her breasts spilling over the edge of the tub as they squished up against it.

'And they just look too soft to be feet. I would imagine it'd be like walking around on my hands. Don't they get sore? I mean, what happens if you stand on some prickly grass?'

I gave a chuckle.

'Yeah, that does hurt. But that's why we wear shoes.'

She shook her head with a grin.

'See, hooves are better. I don't need shoes.'

Once her fur was mud-free, I pulled the plug and let the tub drain. Making sure there were no noticeable tents in the front of my pants, I stood up and offered her a hand standing. The tub rang like a gong with each of her hoof steps as she stood up.

'At least feet are quieter.'

She poked her tongue out at me in response as she stepped out of the bath.

~

The rain had only grown wilder as the afternoon turned to night. I tried my hand at making a curry for dinner with some of the vegetables we had bought and some of Madeline's milk. It turned out all right, I guess. Madeline seemed to like it anyway. I would need to work on cooking some of these new recipes.

By the time I turned in for the night, a thunderstorm had rolled in. I curled up under the covers, listening to the rain hitting the window. There was nothing better to go to sleep listening to.

A flash of lightning illuminated the room before a crack of thunder rumbled. It was deafeningly loud. The storm must have been right above us.

As the thunder dissipated, I heard another sound. The sound of hooves running down the hallway followed by a knock at my door.

'Come in.'

The door opened and Madeline stepped inside. Even in the darkness, I could see she was only wearing a pair of panties.

'What is it?'

'Um, could I... stay with you tonight?'

'Yeah, sure. What brought this on?'

'I just... I don't like...'

A flash of lightning light up the night sky and she flung herself onto the bed, scrambling to get under the covers. I winced as her hoof connected with my shin. She shook as the thunder crashed overhead.

'Are you scared of storms?'

'Sort of, I guess... We just always had others to cuddle with on the farm when a storm came. I don't want to be out there on my own.'

Another clap of thunder hit, causing her to jump. Without thinking, I put my arm around her and pulled her in close. Her breasts pushed into my chest and the scent of her intoxicated me. To my surprise she wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her head into my chest.

We just lay there, just feeling the warmth of each other's body as the storm raged outside. Finally I broke the silence.

'Why are you only wearing panties? Weren't you cold?'

She shrugged.

'Yeah, a little, I suppose. I just don't like sleeping with a shirt on. It's bad enough with my breasts feeling so full when I wake up, I don't want to make it worse by sleeping with them squeezed into a shirt.'

'Do you ever get tired of it?'

'What? Producing milk?'

'Yeah. Seems like it would be a hassle.'

'Really? I don't think it is. I enjoy doing it.'

'I would probably get sick of it.'

'You wouldn't say that if you've tried it.'

The storm continued on outside, slowly moving on and leaving us with only the sound of rain. Somewhere in there, the two of us drifted off to sleep, warm and in each other's arms.

~

I woke up the next morning to Madeline shifting under the covers. She sat up, rubbing her breasts. Upon seeing that I was awake, she gave my thigh a pat and crawled out of bed.

'Come on. It's milking time!'

I blinked against the morning light that fought its way through the dark clouds outside. It was still raining. I sat up, feeling something cold against my stomach. There were two wet patches on my shirt, presumably where Madeline's nipples had pressed into me during the night.

I grabbed a new shirt and followed her out to the living room. I was beginning to find routine in this. Grab the pot, position it under her, and massage.

Though something seemed different today. Madeline usually just closed her eyes and enjoyed the whole thing. But today she kept looking at me with a smile on her face.

'What is it?'

'Nothing.'

She didn't say another word for the rest of the milking, yet I noticed her tail swished back and forth the whole time.

~

That night the rain still poured down outside, never relenting. As I prepared for bed, Madeline poked her head into the room.

'Would it be okay if I slept with you again tonight?'

'Sure, if you want. Are you sick of the couch already?'

'No, I just like sleeping in here with you. It's nice.'

She strolled over to the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of panties again. The memory of what was beneath those was still burnt into my mind from yesterday. Her breasts bounced with each step. It was a tantalizing display that I wasn't sure she was entirely aware of. Either way, it still had an effect on me.

She crawled across the bed to her side and slipped under the sheets. I flicked off the light and joined her. Once I was under the covers she wasted no time sliding over and wrapping her arms around me. It took me by surprise, but I made no protest as I snuggled back into her.

'You're awfully friendly tonight.'

'Am I?'

She nuzzled her head into my chest, the scent of her hair filling my nose. Her ear twitched against me and the fur of her legs tickled mine. She pulled her head back to look up at me.

'I'm just happy.'

'What for?'

'We always used to try and predict who would adopt us at the farm. Imagining what lives may lay ahead of us. Now that I'm finally here, I couldn't have asked for a better life.'

Suddenly her lips were on mine. Her soft lips. Her nose rubbing up against mine. The intoxicating smell of her hair all around me.

And yet I pushed her away.

She gazed up at me with a shocked look. I bit my lip. I wasn't even sure if I was doing what I wanted. Or what I should. It seemed such a blur of uncertainty that I didn't know what interest I was acting on anymore.

'What?' she asked. She looked terrified at my reaction.

'I just... I don't think it's very appropriate for us to do this.'

'Why not?'

There were tears in her eyes and on the note of every word she spoke. I couldn't deny how much it broke my heart to see her cry. And for me to be the reason she was.

I didn't answer her. I couldn't. Nothing I could say would make this better or even scratch the surface of what was holding me back.

She crawled out of bed and disappeared from the room. The sound of her hooves down the hall the only lingering sound.

I sat there for a while. Unsure of myself. Every part of me wanted to go after her. My heart still ached from seeing her cry. Ached from pushing her away when I wanted that as much as she did, longed for the feel of her close to me at night, and still swelled at the thought of her smile. She might have been a holstaur, but everything I was feeling was so very human.

But what of her being a holstaur? Was it even acceptable for us to be together? Would people judge me for being with her? Would it honestly matter to lose her to gain the passive acceptance of strangers?

I pulled the sheets back and got out of bed. I was an idiot.

I headed down the hallway to the living room. There she was, curled up on the couch.

'You know, when you first arrived I couldn't take my eyes off you. There's something about you that I can't get out of my head, no matter how much I try. I was an idiot.'

She sat up, wiping her cheeks.

'Do you mean it?'

'Every word.'

She stood up and crossed the room to me.

'I felt the same way. I couldn't have been happier to find you open the door.'

It was me who initiated the kiss this time. I held her close as I passionately kissed her, our tongues exploring each other's'.

We moved across the room, still locked at the lips, until we fell back onto the couch. I broke off the kiss and moved down her, taking one of her nipples in my mouth. A nipple at the end of those large breasts. I kneaded and squeezed them, letting out all the pent up desire from every time I milked her.

I sucked and licked her nipple until a stream of milk began to flow out. It was so sweet, and even better straight from the source. I suckled on her breasts, drawing more and more out of her before switching to her other nipple to do the same. She moaned in time with my suckling until milk began to flow from this nipple too.

My hand caressed her waist, slowly travelling down until my fingers found her panties. I traced a finger across the silken fabric of her crotch, causing her to grab a handful of hair on the back of my head. I traced my fingers back and forth, paying special attention to the hardening nub at the top. Finally, with one more pass, I slipped my hand into her panties. She let out a gasp before letting out her first 'OOOoooOO!' as my fingers rubbed her clit directly.

Her short pubic hair scratched at my fingers while her hooves thudded on the ground as she squirmed. Her hands appeared at my waistline and my pants were pulled down in with a quick motion. My cock sprang free, already rock hard and glistening with pre-cum. A drip of pre-cum fell and landed on her furry leg. My cock was begging for what was to come. All the denied desire from the last couple of days. The tantalizing thoughts of her breasts and pussy that had teased me to no end. Finally, I would satiate them by plunging deep into her.

I let her milky nipple fall from my mouth and pulled the rest of my clothes off. She took the opportunity to wriggle her panties off over her wide hips and kicked them aside. I climbed back over her. She looked so perfect in the moonlight. A white trail led down her breasts from each nipple as her milk slowly leaked from her. Her small pussy sat so delicately between those thick thighs and wide hips. I couldn't take it anymore.

I positioned myself between her legs, grabbing one of her thighs and pulling it up over my shoulder. The fur of her leg tickled my skin, only adding to the erotic nature of this. I was about to fuck a holstaur. A sexy beautiful holstaur.

I rubbed the head of my cock over her pussy lips. She was completely soaked.




A Holstaur Came to Stay



'Please, put it in.'

I needed no further coaxing. I pushed at her lips and slipped inside. She was so warm. So tight. Her own arousal made it effortless to slide right in to the hilt. I paused, savouring the feeling. My cock, finally deep inside her where I had longed for it to be. Her thigh, pressed against my chest. Her furry knee over my shoulder.

I pulled back before thrusting in again. She moaned in response, grabbing at her nipples. As I thrust into her, her large breasts bounced back and forth, looking as if they were only being held in place by her fingers digging into her nipples. Streams of milk began to run down her chest as she squeezed them in ecstasy.

I grabbed her other leg and placed it over my shoulders with the other. I thrust deep into her, reaching further in like this. She let out another cute little moo of absolute pleasure. Her tail flicked at my legs in uncontrollable spasms. Her hooves knocked together behind me.

'Yes!' she gasped between moos. 'Right there! Don't stop!'

Our bodies slapped loudly together. Our passion echoing through the house. I could feel my orgasm building. My cock could only take so much of this after so long.

Her moos grew louder and more like cries of ecstasy. Her hand flew from her breast and grabbed my forearm, her nails digging into me. With a great moo she came. A gush of cum erupted around my cock, wetting my thighs and dripping down her ass onto the couch.

Her hand let go of my arm as she caught her breath and instead wrapped around my neck, pulling me down to her. Her thighs squished between us, pushing into her breasts and causing jets of milk to shoot out of them. Our lips met and she kissed me with wild passion, her tongue finding as little coordination amongst her pleasure as her tail.

With one last thrust I erupted inside her. With each spasm of my cock I plastered her insides with gooey ropes of cum. It just seemed to keep coming, as if her pussy was milking me for every last drop of cum I had. I had never had an orgasm so good before.

We lay there for a while, my deflating cock still inside her. Our eyes met. Those same deep brown eyes I had first seen when she arrived. Full of warmth and love.

Finally, I pulled my cock from her pussy. A string of cum came with it, still connecting us.

She giggled.

'I don't think your little guy wants to leave.

'That makes two of us.'

She ran a hand over her pussy, her thighs still shone from her juices.

'Shall we go again?'

I stood up and took her by the hand.

'Let's take this to the bedroom.'

With a wicked smile, she stood to follow. A pool of milk that had settled on her stomach dripped down her front as she did.

'At this rate, there won't be anything left for you to milk from me in the morning.'

If I had it my way, we would never have to use the milking pot again.