#cubby reader

you’re the skittish newbie in 141 who has clung irrevocably onto ghost for reasons they don’t grasp. you’re sort of like a mini him, in a way that was endearing at first and is now just routine.

you don’t talk much, you lurk like a shadow behind him, your eyes follow the friendly shoulder pats and the sarcastic elbow jabs that get thrown at him. he respects the vigilance, he understands the concern, and he’s only mildly annoyed by the hovering.

at first, he was. but you burrowed your way into his protection rather quickly.

the others joked about you being like a service animal, an extension of him…and ghost just kinda went with it.

he’ll mutter a “stop slouchin’, pup” when you’ve been sitting too long, thumb pressing into the back of your neck to straighten you.

the others stopped looking at him weird eventually, not understanding the dynamic but not caring enough to press into it. that was a private affair.

you were both part of the team. if you were inclined to trail after him while he mildly dehumanized you, that wasn’t any concern of theirs. no complaints had been filed.

and, when he finally gets you back to his shitty sanctioned apartment, your body on his sheets and his dick nestled heavy inside you, he’ll stick his face in your neck and mumble, “ya’ begged me for it, mutt. gotta’ let me in.”

because you’re his dog and good men take care of their dogs <3

Your new house was perfect. You had saved up quite a bit to buy an original pre-Great Incursion home in the countryside. It wasn’t so far out that you had to worry about monsters in the deep woods but it was far enough from the suburbs and cities to give you a sense of peace. The new Federal States government may guarantee housing for those willing to live in the city but it was a sign of pride that you were able to get a house. A place to truly make into a home of your own. It was also the perfect place to work on your art.

Yet, there was also a problem. Being out in the countryside it was difficult to get everything you needed. The nearest town was a good 30 minute bike ride away and you didn’t own a car, having relied on the public transportation in the city. The movers had bought the items from your apartment but a single bedroom apartment wasn’t enough for a full sized house - well, cottage but it was still more than twice the size of your old apartment. You needed a real table, chairs, book cases, and a whole slew of other random things. Not to mention all of the space outside you now had. It was as daunting as it was exciting.

Luckily, there was an easy albeit expensive option. Instant Imp. You could order most things online and they would deliver it to you within an hour or so. They even had a new service where you could go into town and shop, then summon an imp directly and have the items teleported to your front door. It was definitely cheaper than paying for individual delivery from the stores or hiring movers to be on call while you were shopping.

  A notification popped up on your phone from the Instant Imp app. We noticed you moved!

Opening the notification you read over the detailed information. A discount on large transportation services for a week. Well, that just settled it. Instant Imp it was.

You were at the secondhand store. It was better than some of those in the city with high turnover and everyone cleaning out their closet. This was closer to a true antique store. It was full of hardwood furniture from long before the Great Incursion. The new stuff was so expensive and so often it was enchanted which was nice but drove the price up even more. Buying the cottage had drained most of your savings so you had to keep your budget for furniture tight.

You ran your hand over the beautiful oak table, it wasn’t in perfect condition. The legs were scuffed, the polish on one edge rubbed off, and one of the chairs was missing. But if you pushed it up against the wall of your kitchen - probably what the previous owner had done - it would be a wonderful place to eat breakfast…or let it be a great place to build up random crap.

Taking off the bottom half of the tag you headed up to the counter. In your hands was also the bottom stub for a lovely chaise lounge. The worker rang you up and you handed over a few hundred dollars.

“Would you like the boys to bring this over to your house or you got a truck?”

“Nope, I am going to use Instant Imp,” you explained, already opening up the app on your phone.

“Careful with those imps, I hear they bring bad luck,” the worker warned. Even so she called two men to bring the table, chairs, and chaise to the pickup zone.

Outside you scanned your furniture and sent in the order. A couple of minutes passed and your phone lit up. The light turned on and you pointed the beam down. The Instant Imp sigil was projected against the ground. From the center of the sigil there was a spark of light and puff of smoke. Flapping its wings to hover a couple of feet above the ground was a two foot tall imp dressed in a cute little retro-postal uniform. A half second later and there was another poof, a second slightly larger imp shoved the first out of the way.

“Move,” it snapped. The second imp moved just in time for a third imp to appear. A small horde of five imps poured out of the sigil. Then in less a puff and more billow of smoke a large five foot tall imp appeared. You had never seen an imp of such size. It was intimidating, yet your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to his thick powerful muscles. He’d make such a good model.

He stepped out of the sigil growling instructions to the smaller imps in their infernal language. The five imps saluted and began lifting the items up, three grabbed chairs, two lifted the chaise. The massive imp flexed his wings as he rolled his shoulders back. Grabbing either side of the table he lifted it over his head.

Your mouth dropped open just a bit and a flush of red went to your cheeks. Wow, that was impressive, it took two men to bring it out here. The imp made their way into the sigil and disappeared. Your items would be stored until you used the app again to complete the delivery. A nice precaution so your items weren’t left on the porch. 

Right now you were done shopping though. Swinging by the grocery store you picked up some pasta and veggies for dinner then headed to your house. Your house. It still felt so great to imagine and know it was no longer a dream.

It took about forty-five minutes from when you ordered the imps to you arriving home and putting away your food. Taking out the app you brought up your order and hit ready to deliver. A couple of minutes later and there was a knock at your door just as the app pinged.

Opening the front door you saw the large imp standing on your porch and the other imps hovering behind him holding your items. “Instant Imp delivery,” he announced.

“Thank you…” A sudden thought crossed your mind as you looked at the large heavy table. “Um, are you able to bring those in? I live alone here, haha, I guess I didn’t think this through.”

If you hadn’t been awkwardly glancing to the side you would have seen a shift in the face of the large imp - from boredom and annoyance to intrigue and interest. “Not supposed to,” he lied smoothly, “but willing for tip.”

“A tip? I didn’t know Imps used money.” It wasn’t that you weren’t willing to give them a bit of cash but it simply surprised you.

“Ah, human language not best. Not tip…favor.”

“Well…I guess you would be doing me a favor, so that’s fair.” But then you thought of the woman working the counter’s warning. Imps brought bad luck. You had heard that they were sometimes inappropriate with people. Wasn’t there a court case you heard about where a person was cursed with cow features or something?

The large imp shifted the table and stretched out his hand. “Then deal?”

“Hang on, you also have to assure that the favor you ask of me isn’t going to be anything strange, it has to be normal.”

There was a slight twitch of the imp’s lips but then his eyes brightened. “I bring in item, exchange I get favor. You will think favor I ask completely normal. Deal?”

You grinned pleased at your cleverness to set the condition and nodded, “deal.” 

As you shook his hand you felt a strange spark, like static electricity, pass between you. Rubbing your palm as the skin tingled, you stepped back and held the door open to the imp. He said something to the other imps in their natural infernal language and they chittered in reply, lining up behind him.

He stepped through into your new home, carrying the table into the kitchen. The other imps waited outside still holding on to the other pieces. You were about to question why when you realized you had only given him permission in your deal. “Put here,” he called out in question.

“A bit more back.” You hurried away from the door to help him position it. Once it was in place he left and came back carrying a chair. Then repeated that twice more with the other two chairs. You directed him to the living room and hurriedly moved a couple of boxes so he could set it down properly. 

“Perfect,” you told him with a smile. “So what favor can I do you?”

“Five,” he replied with a grin.

“What?”

“I bring in item, exchange I get favor.” He repeated the first line of your deal. “I bring in 5 item, exchange I get 5 favor.”

Your eyes widened. Shit. That had been the language, hadn’t it. Not bringing in your items or the delivery. “Fine, of course. Five normal favors. What do you want?”

The large imp stroked his pointed bony chin, his large hoofed foot tapping against your carpet. “Must think. Ah! Favor one get me alcohol drink.”

A drink, you could get him an alcoholic drink. That was a perfectly normal request. He had just worked hard lifting those heavy items. Oh but, “I don’t have any alcohol in the house yet.”

You felt compelled to complete the favor though. It was simply normal. Taking out your phone you went to the favorite seller and ordered a bottle of your favorite whiskey via Instant Imp. Looking at him you smiled, “I had to order some whiskey for you, it should be here soon.”

He smirked, almost as if he was pleased you had gone so far to fulfil his request. His gaze turned considering again. This time he stayed quiet for much longer. The imp sat down on your freshly placed chaise lounge. 

“Favor two…” He said slowly, his eyes watching you carefully as if unsure if this would be acceptable. “Act like animal.”

It was a bit embarrassing but it wasn’t strange. You were glad that the imp was keeping his word to make sure the favors were completely normal.

Kneeling on the rug before the imp you paused. “What animal?”

The imp shrugged, “try out, find one that good.”

You shrugged in return and decided to start out with the basics. On all fours you barked, giving your best dog impression. You pretended to sniff around but you saw the imp frown and shake his head. “Next.”

Meowing you pretended to lick a paw like a haughty cat.  “No, no, next,” the imp said quickly.

You tried to think of another animal and your mind flashed to the cows you passed on the bike ride back from town. “Moooo,” you intoned.

A blush rose to your cheeks. Maybe not a cow. You had a few men call you a cow before because of your larger body size. What other animal could you do? Pig - certainly no. A horse? Yes that would be--

“Perfect,” the imp complimented, “favor three you enjoy being cow, find pleasure.”

Enjoy being like a cow? That was such a strange - and in an instant a tingle like the one you had felt in your hand when making the deal filled your brain -- it was such a normal request. Honestly, it was rather considerate of him to tell you to enjoy being a cow. With a body like yours it could be something you embrace, find pleasurable. You shouldn’t let those rude men ruin being a cow for you.

“Moooo,” you intoned again, a happy smile on your face. Bending down you pretended to eat some grass. “Moooo.”

There was a knock on the door as your phone buzzed. The order from Instant Imp was here. You made to stand but the imp got up first and went to the door retrieving his whiskey. As he brought the delivery inside you felt another tingle on your hand. Oh, he had brought in another item, you owed him another favor. Well, his favors weren’t bad.

The imp popped open the bottle of whiskey, drinking from it directly. “Favor four, give me tour of house.”

Standing up you grinned broadly. Oh your first time showing someone your new home. This was so exciting! “Of course! Well, as you can see I just moved in, so things aren’t really set up yet. But this is the living room. There is a working fireplace - I just need to clean the chimney. I’ll be getting a bit more furniture for company, but along this wall I’m going to put some shelves and bookcases.”

You danced over to the kitchen, “and you’ve seen the kitchen. It is a bit small but since it's just me here it works. I’ll have to get one of those hanging racks for pots and pans though, since there is so little cupboard space.”

Leading him down the short hall you pointed to a door that was a jar, “that’s the bathroom, it has a lovely tub that an adult can actually soak in and a shower for other times. Plumping is a bit old but I am going to get it fixed eventually.”

“This is my bedroom, nothing much to see there.” You hurried past your private space and directed his attention to the other room. “And this is going to be my studio!”

Opening the door you revealed a lot of boxes but also several easels, blank canvases, and box lights. The new renaissance in humanoid-made art after the Great Incursion had been a boon for artists like you. While digital art was still popular many people wanted paintings, portraits, and just physical things they could hold in their homes. You had a good streak selling your art for a few years which had allowed you to save up for this home…well, that and a few patrons that had commissioned works for themselves. Somehow you had become rather well liked among some wealthier monsters after your study of Minotaurs series.

“Studio? You artist,” the imp asked. “Work from home?”

“Yes! I am sure I’ll have to travel for art shows or commissions but I bought this house to be my home and workplace. I even have the space to expand or make a second studio in a shed outside on my land.”

Your land. It still thrilled you to say. It may have only been a couple of acres and most of it wooded but it was yours.

“I see art?” He asked, looking around at the empty canvases.

“Oh sure, I have some photos on my phone. I can show you out in the living room, better than standing in the doorway.” As passionate as you were about your work, the two favors you owed him had slipped your mind or else you would have told him that would count as a favor.

Sitting on your new chaise, you pulled up the photos from a recent exhibit you were included in. The imp sat next to you looking over your phone. Your art was of monsters interacting with the human world, a faun in the park, a minotaur at a cafe, a werewolf at a train stop. 

“This is some of my older work. I want to return to doing more things like this.” You pulled up your old minotaur series and the second one you did on orcs.

Suddenly, a reminder pinged on your phone that you had to start dinner. If you didn’t put in reminders you would forget while working and it was easier just to keep them on all the time. This one made you realize that you’d spent well over an hour with this imp. “Alright, let’s hurry up with those last two favors,” you told him.

The imp frowned slightly, then seemed hit with inspiration. “Ah, favo--”

Suddenly, he was cut off as a crackling surge of energy coursed over him. He doubled over in pain, his claws digging into his skin. After a moment the energy faded, but he looked up at you, his face strained.

“Oh my gods what happened,” you asked, laying a careful hand on his back, between his thick wings.

“Too much time gone,” he panted, “contract punish me.”

“Oh, okay, um…” What about the other two favors? You didn’t want to seem selfish though when he was in pain.

“Must return, will ask favors later.” With that he poofed away returning to Instant Imp.

You stared at the spot where he disappeared. How horrible. You knew that the imps at Instant Imp were technically being held there because they would otherwise be executed for their role in the Great Incursion. It made sense that there would be a limit on how long they could be away to prevent them from running. Still, he looked like he was in such pain. It wasn’t right.

Honestly, the more you thought about it the more awful it was. They said imps were created to serve by witches and power demons but he wasn’t a mindless automaton. That imp had shown personality, he had been interested in your art. Maybe you could find a way to help him keep away from Instant Imp as long as possible. It was the least you could do…well, first thing you’d do when you saw him next was ask his name, so you could treat him like any other monster.

You had found a wonderful new dresser for your bedroom at another of the local secondhand stores. There were surprisingly a lot in the surrounding towns. You supposed it was due to lots of people leaving the countryside for the cities, closer to protection if another event like the Great Incursion ever happened again. But that was only a boon for you to get amazing deals on furniture and other things you needed (and somethings you didn’t need) for your new home.

Using the Instant Imp app you had seen the large imp once again. While the imps looked fairly similar in appearance to each other, you felt the tingle of your deal on your skin seeing him again. When he saw you he gave a smirk and his forked tail wiggled as if in a wave.

At your home you used the app to have your items delivered. From the projected sigil the large form of the big imp appeared with your new dresser. Several smaller imps appeared behind him with the other items you had purchased. 

With a smile you held open the door for him to carry the dresser inside. As he passed the threshold you felt your hand tingle again. You stepped out to take an item from one of the smaller imps to bring it inside when the large imp called out, “favor, sit down and wait.”

You blinked, your arm outstretched, then smiled. Sure, that wasn’t a problem. It was completely normal for him to bring everything inside. That was your deal after all. Stepping back inside you directed the large imp to your bedroom before sitting down on the chaise. The warm numbness of your hand slowly traveled across your body with each item the imp brought in. Each item which should have made you question how many favors he was actually racking up, especially when every item that had been in a bag was brought in by itself. 

Yet, you just sat there waiting. Thinking everything was normal. Watching his devilish form wander about your home, carrying items inside. The cast iron skillet you bought. The wicker flower basket. Each matching ceramic plate, bowl, and mug from the set. The vintage floral patterned throw pillows. A pair of black high heels, each shoe carried separately, along with the individual parts of the cow print lingerie, with stockings and… 

Wait…

It was when he brought in a set of stockades that you noticed something was off. Those weren’t just your things. 

“Hang on…” You started before he cut you off.

“Favor! Accept gifts.”

You brightened as the tingling in your head grew stronger for a moment. “Oh! Housewarming gifts, how thoughtful, thank you.”

“Here,” he handed over the clothing, “favor, go change.”

“Only normal to see how the gift fits,” you replied, taking the clothing with another smile. Heading into your bedroom you changed out of your regular clothes and into the cow print lingerie. You pulled the stockings up your legs and got into the high heels. Last but not least you put on the choker necklace with a cowbell attached. This was certainly much different than what you usually wore. The bra barely contained your breasts, your ass was half hanging out of the underwear. The heels were ridiculous. What were you doing wearing these things? 

You were about to change back into your regular clothing when you heard the imp call out, hurriedly as if he just thought of something. “Favor! Show me how gift looks!”

Oh, well, you supposed you should show him how his gift looked on you. It was only normal to show it off even if you never wore it again. Wobbling slightly in the heels you made your way out to the living room. The imp was lounging on the chaise, hands behind his head as if he had made himself at home.

He whistled as you walked out. “Pretty cow.”

A blush rose to your cheeks at the compliment. The favor from last time coming to the forefront of your mind. You like being cow, find pleasure.

The skimpiness of the clothing was a bit embarrassing but you supposed it wasn’t too bad. Being in cow print was rather nice. Still, you should probably change back… 

“Favor, wear gift when I here!”

Well, you suppose you could wear it until he had to go.

“You owe me many favors,” he commented, patting the space next to him on the chaise lounge. Moving over you joined him, your breasts swaying almost ready to pop out of the bra with each step.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, what is your name? I have no idea what to call you besides big imp.”

The imp looked a bit flustered at the question. “Ah, sensitive topic. Name belongs to InstantImp, part of contract. I just number, do not like number.”

“Oh, I…” That was awkward and rather disturbing. You had never really thought about it before but InstantImp was kind of exploiting its imps. They said they were trying to reform them from having served the demon lords but wasn’t that just like that old pre-Great Incursion argument about prison labor? “Do you have something you want me to call you then? A nickname?”

The imp grinned. “Yes, do me favor, call me Master.”

“Of course, Master it is then.” It was an odd nickname but there was nothing strange about calling him by his chosen name. “My name--”

He cut you off before you introduce yourself. “Favor, you are Cow.”

“I suppose you can give me a nickname too, sure,” you agreed. Yet even as you said that the numbness of your deal grew your brain. A dual meaning favor. He would call you Cow but also you were a cow.

“Cow, as favor me play with your udders.”

Your udders? Your breasts he wanted to play with your breasts? That was ridiculous. Yet, the fuzzy numbness from now engulfed your mind completely. If only you had paid attention to the wording of your deal this could have been avoided. The deal was that you would find the favors normal not that he would ask normal favors. Magic had infused your common sense to twist into viewing every single favor he asked as being perfectly normal.

“Of course, Master.” You adjusted yourself on the couch presenting your breasts - no - your udders to him. Udders. You were a cow.

Master reached out and cupped your udders through your cow print bra. His sharp little claws dug in as he squeezed. He rubbed and massaged your udders Under the bra your nipples slowly hardened at his touch. Master dragged his claws across your clothed nipples causing a shiver to run straight to your core. Your legs shifted as you felt your pussy swell with arousal.

After a few minutes of playing with your udders he removed his hands. “Favor, get me drink, fresh milk.”

You blinked, pulling yourself out of the hazy arousal. “Ah, yes, I think I have some milk in the fridge…”

“No, fresh milk. You cow.” He reached out and squeezed one of your udders. “Want milk.”

“But I’m not lactating…”

“Not problem.” He grabbed a small flash from the coffee table. Something that you didn’t recognize but you saw was labeled Moo-duce. “Drink.”

You hesitated. This seemed a bit far for a favor. It was rather--

“Do me favor and drink.”

A smile came to your face as the numbness filled your brain again, twisting your sense of normality. To fulfill the other favor of course you had to drink. Besides you were a cow, it was only right for you to give milk. “As you wish, Master.”

Taking the vial you downed the potion in two long gulps. You looked down at your udders waiting for something to happen. And nothing did. 

Then Master put his hands on your udders again. He said something in his natural infernal language, some sort of spell. Suddenly, you felt your udders grow hot. The flesh began to swell, pressing against the already ill fitting bra.

Your scalp began to itch and your lower spine ached. Reaching up you scratched your head only to feel the hard numbs of horns. There was a tingle in your ears and they began to protrude outward into bovine ears. Shifting your body as your udders felt uncomfortable, like pins and needles, a long cow’s tail thumped against the chaise. 

The strain of your growing udders against the bra was too much and they popped out, now almost comical in size and heft. But then you felt a most glorious sensation as milk dripped from your nipples.

“Perfect cow,” he complimented.

“Thank you, Master,” you sighed, the fuzziness in your mind had not gone away. In fact, it only grew as he lowered his head and began to suckle at your udders.

The rush of hot milk stream from your udders into his eager mouth. It felt amazing. Your nipples had always been sensitive and each long, hard suck felt like he was sucking on your clit. You moaned in pleasure. It felt so good to do Master favors. 

Your moans only spurred him on as he began to suck faster. Each rapid pull and release pushed you closer to the edge of ecstasy. Then he stopped.

Master pulled back from your udders and licked his lips before burping. “Delicious milk.”

“Glad you enjoyed, Master…I…” You shifted your hips trying to hide your arousal but nothing could hide your flushed face and darkened eyes. 

“Oh, Cow enjoy being milked?”

You nodded mindlessly in response, still blissed out from your near orgasm.

He continued, “Lot of milk left. I cannot drink. Cow, do me favor, I invite other imps to drink?”

“Yes, please.” It wasn’t like you had anywhere to put it or anyone to milk you. It was only right to share the milk from your generous udders.

Master snapped his fingers and a horde of imps appeared in your home as if they were waiting for the invitation. The imps lined up, some shoving each other as they jockeyed for position. After a sharp command from Master they settled down.

The first imp in line hurried forward. He was about half the size of Master and had to use both arms to grapple one of your udders, dragging the nipple to his mouth. Rapidly he began to suck, your milk gushing out in pleasurable streams. The second imp in line, saw your free udder and moved forward himself. You screamed with pleasure, your head tipping back at the sensation of two imps milking your udders.

“Ah, ah,” Master tutted in your ear. “You cow. Cow moos.”

“Moooo,” you moaned instead. The sound only seemed to encourage the two imps as they began suckling even faster. Once more you were approaching the edge of orgasm. Then the two imps pulled away.

“Mooo,” you mournfully moaned this time.

“Poor Cow,” Master commented sympathetically. “Making Cow cum is not in deal. If Cow wants to cum must make new deal. Do me favor and consider.”

Another two imps surged forward and began suckling on your udder. You mooed in pleasure, your hands grabbing them both by the head and holding them in place. Their little sharp teeth scraped against your overly sensitive flesh as they eagerly drank from you.

“Mooo. Mooo!” You moaned, your hips writhing. Would it be so bad to make another deal? Your mind was numb with magic and pleasure. And you wanted to cum so badly.

The two imps pulled away. Your hands shot to your cunt ready to get yourself off but the next to imps grabbed your hands. Master grabbed your hips and with ease lifted you over the back of the chaise. Your ass sticking in the air, your pussy lips spread aching calling for a cock to fill it. Your udders hung down like true cow and the two imps released your hands. Master spoke in your ear the two imps fell onto your udders sucking away. 

“Cow listens to Master, follows Master’s words. Master give cow pleasure, cow make milk for Master.” His fingers slipped under your panties and began fingering your dripping cunt. “Cow understand me Master, Master make you happy cow. Deal?”

Your blissed out brain on the edge of orgasm could barely parse the words he was saying. What was the beginning and end of the deal? You listened and followed his words as he said he’d give you please, you were already making milk. Yes, you understood him and he wanted to make you happy? That was it right? That sounded like a really good deal.

“Deal!” You exclaimed wanting nothing more at that moment but to cum.

Master’s free hand slapped your round ass at that word. You felt the burn of magic course through your body from that spot. The sensation was enough to send you finally tipping over the edge. 

“Mooooo,” you cried as your cunt clamped around his fingers. You felt a pressure rise in your breasts as milk streamed from your nipples right into the imps’ ready mouths.

“Good cow,” Master told you, removing his fingers from your twitching hole.

He moved behind the chaise. With a simple movement he tore off your panties and lined his thick ridged cock up with your dripping slit. “Who owns you, cow?”

You panted, your mind sluggish from the orgasm. What? Owns you?

The fresh sigil on your ass burned like a brand and the answer flashed in your mind. Cow understands me Master… You understood now. He wasn’t just Master, he was your master.

“You Master, you own Cow!”

He rewarded you by slamming his cock into your sensitive cunt. You cried out with pleasure as he began pumping his hips rhythmically. With each thrust the cowbell around your neck rang out. 

“Mooooo, moooo!”

An imp appeared in front of your face, his wings flapping and his juicy red cock dripping with milk precum. “Cow want milk?”

Master slapped your ass again, causing your mouth to open in a low moo. The imp shoved his cock into your mouth, grabbing your new horns like handle bars as he thrust. You moaned around his cock suckling it just as the imps were suckling your udders. The imp didn’t last long and soon poured his sticky hot milk down your throat. Quickly another imp took his place and you eagerly took him into your mouth.

Down below the imps had stopped sucking on your nipples. Instead, they were giving themselves boob jobs, using your leaking milk as lubricant.

Master sped up his thrusts. You began cumming around his cock wildly, your inner walls desperately clinging to his searing hot rod trying to keep it in place. He hit the perfect place inside of you with a final powerful thrust. You felt his cock head grow as his thick, burning seed poured into your womb. Mouth still full of imp cock you mooed loudly, your eyes rolling back in your head as a massive squirt shot from your body all over the back of your chaise.

“To make Cow make milk, Master must breed Cow.” He began to pump his hips once more, still hard within you.

An hour later your chaise was covered in cum, squirt, and milk. You were just as dirty as your lounged against it, casually cleaning a limp imp cock with your tongue. A final imp was squeezing your drained breasts together pumping his cock between them. Your pussy twitched as your Master’s cum slowly leaked out of it.

“Cow,” Master said as he redressed into his Instant Imp uniform. “Master must return. But you do big favor and keep Master’s Bunny safe. Yes?”

“Of course, Master,” you told him with a pretty smile. 

Master grinned. It had been getting increasingly dangerous to keep Bunny in the Instant Imp dorms. Someone had reported Bunny missing and there had been investigations where Bunny was almost found. The whole reason he pursued you was because you lived alone. Here was the perfect place to hide Bunny away. Now he not only had a perfect little service Bunny to breed, but a gorgeous Cow to milk as well. 

The thrill of power coursed through Master. Imps were destined to serve but now he had two humans under his command. What would happen if he got a third? Maybe he’d finally be powerful enough to break away from Instant Imp. Well, there was only one way to find out…

Always watch your language when making a deal with a magical creature! Master here is particularly tricky since he uses the fact his English isn't that good to insert double meanings into his words.

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The penthouse was warm and cozy, bathed in the soft glow of the early morning sunlight filtering through the large windows. The you sat comfortably on the large and plush sofa, your form enveloped by its soft cushions. You had just woken up, your hair still sleep-tussled and your oversized t-shirt hanging loosely off your form.

You stretched lazily, stifling a soft yawn as you sat up, your gaze drifting from the large flat-screen TV in the corner to the panoramic view of the city skyline outside the window. The penthouse was still and quiet, except for the soft hum of the air conditioning unit in the background.

You sat there for a few more moments, your thoughts drifting aimlessly as you tried to fully wake up. You reached for your phone on the coffee table, idly scrolling through your social media feed before setting it aside. The penthouse was quiet, peaceful, and the reader found herself feeling content just lounging on the couch.

The sound of the penthouse door opening snapped you out of your thoughts, you looked over to see Mira walking in. Mira looked as flawless as ever, her tall and willowy frame casually dressed in a simple tank top and sweatpants.

Mira noticed you on the couch and smiled warmly, approaching you.

"Morning sleepyhead," Mira said in her usual monotone tone, settling down on the couch right next to you. Mira leaned back into the cushions, her arm brushing against yours. "You look comfy."

As Mira settled down beside you, you suddenly felt a pang of self-consciousness. You were all too aware of your slightly pudgy figure compared to Mira's lithe physique, and you found yourself instinctively tugging at the hem of your oversized shirt, pulling it away from your stomach as if to hide your curves.

Mira noticed this gesture, and a knowing small smile appeared on her face. She knew you well enough to recognize your moments of insecurity, even if you tried to hide them.

"Hey," Mira said softly, reaching out and gently tugging your shirt back down. "None of that."

Your cheeks flushed, caught in the act. You knew Mira could see through your attempts to cover up your insecurity.

"I just…I look a little too soft compared to you," you mumbled, avoiding Mira's gaze. "I just feel kind of…well, you know."

Mira's expression softened even more, her eyes filled with empathy. Sensing that this went deeper than just body insecurity. She reached out again, placing a soft hand on your arm.

"You know I love your body just the way it is," Mira said gently. "You're soft, and that's what makes you so damn cute."

Your defenses slightly crumbled under Mira's words and touch. You knew Mira meant every word, and yet your insecurities were hard to shake.

"I know you do," you mumbled, finally meeting Mira's gaze. "But sometimes it's hard to feel truly confident when I compare myself to you…you're so tall and lean, and I—I'm so…round."

Mira scooted closer to you, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your arm.

"Rounder, softer, and perfect," she countered firmly. "I wouldn't want you any other way. Your body is yours, and it's beautiful exactly as it is."

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, both moved by Mira's words and feeling silly for letting your insecurities get to you.

"I just worry," you admitted in a small voice. "That you'll stop finding me attractive because I'm not like you."

Mira's heart ached at your words. She could tell this was a deep-seated insecurity, a result of years of societal pressure and unrealistic standards.

"Listen to me," Mira said softly, lifting your chin so your gazes met. "My attraction to you goes beyond just your physical appearance. I love you for who you are, inside and out. Your curves, your softness, they're a part of you, and I adore every inch of them."

Your eyes welled up with tears, and you sniffled softly, trying to blink them away.

"Even my…belly?" You asked shyly, referring to the soft, rounded curve of your midsection.

"Especially your belly," Mira replied with a smile, resting her hand on your stomach. "In fact, I'd say it's one of my favorite parts of you. It's soft, warm, and absolutely perfect for cuddling."

You couldn't help but laugh softly at that, feeling your insecurities ease somewhat under Mira's words and affection.

"You're just saying that," you protested softly, but there was a hint of a smile on your face.

"I'm really not," Mira insisted. "I mean every word. I love waking up next to you in the mornings, my arm wrapped around your waist, my hand on your soft stomach. I love feeling it rise and fall with your steady breaths. It's comforting, and…I don't know, it just feels right."

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"And you know, a little extra softness just means more for me to hold onto."

Mira caught herself, realizing her last comment might have come off as insensitive. She quickly tried to backtrack, a gentle frown on her face.

"Uh-" Mira blurted out, her eyes widening slightly. "I didn't mean it in a bad way, I just meant…well, I like that you're softer, and I love holding you, and—"

She paused, taking a breath to compose herself.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to say this right, but it's not coming out right. I don't mean- I-"

You could see the sincere worry etched on Mira's face, you chuckled softly, your previous insecurities momentarily forgotten. You was used to Mira stumbling over her words when she got flustered, and her bluntness, and found it endearing.

"Hey, slow down," you said gently, taking Mira's hand in yours. "I know what you meant. You don't have to apologize for calling me soft, or for liking to hold onto me. I'm not offended. I understand what you meant.”

Mira let out a small sigh of relief, her grip on your hand tightening.

"I just don't want you to ever doubt my attraction to you. Or think I care about some stupid societal standards. I love you for who you are, no matter what. And I'd take your curves and softness over any of those stupid, superficial beauty standards any day of the week."

Your heart swelled with warmth and affection at Mira's words. You reached out, gently tracing your fingers along Mira’s palm.

"I love you, too. I know in my head that your attraction to me isn't tied to how I look, but sometimes my insecurities get the better of me. I'm working on it, I really am. But I just need you to be patient with me, okay?"

Mira leaned into the touch, her eyes filled with empathy.

"Of course, I'll be patient. I understand that insecurities don't just go away overnight. But I'm going to keep reminding you that you're perfect just the way you are. And I'll hold onto you and give you extra cuddles as a reminder, too.”

You smiled softly at that, a warmth blooming in your chest at Mira's words and affection.

"I'd like that," you said, your voice a soft murmur. "And you know what I could really go for right now?”

Mira raised an eyebrow at the shift in your tone, a small smile playing on her lips.

"What's that?" she asked curiously, her hand idly tracing circles on your arm.

You chuckled softly, your expression turning a little mischievous.

"Well," you began, your tone light and teasing. "I was thinking…I could really use some of those cuddles you were offering. Right here, right now."

With that, you gave Mira a playful tug, indicating that you wanted her to come closer.

Mira laughed, catching on to your cue. She didn't need to be told twice, shifting closer and laying down with you. Mira on top, you on bottom.

"As you wish," she said with a smirk, wrapping her arms around your waist and tugging you snugly against her. "One cuddle session, coming right up."

You let out a happy sigh, your body molding perfectly against Mira's. You loved this, being held so close, feeling the warmth of Mira's body pressed against yours. It was a little bit of heaven right there in their penthouse living room.

She wrapped her arms around Mira's neck, burying her face into Mira’s hair. Her worries and insecurities slipped away, replaced by a warm contentment that felt absolutely perfect.

As Mira lay there, her arms wrapped tightly around your waist, she found herself pausing, her heart fluttering with a mixture of affection and concern. She always loved cuddling with you like this, feeling your soft, comfortable body pressed against her.

But something about the current position made her hesitate. She was nestled against your chest, her head resting just above your breasts. And while she knew you were comfortable with your relationship, she couldn't shake the worry that it might be disrespectful or make you feel uncomfortable.

Her hesitation was noticeable to you, because you spoke up softly, your fingers running through Mira's hair.

"Hey," you murmured, sensing Mira's unspoken concern. "Is everything alright? You're being a little quiet.”

Mira blushed slightly, realizing her thoughts had been so obvious. She looked up at you, her expression tender.

"Yeah, I just…" she began, her voice soft and thoughtful. "I just didn't want to assume it was okay if I laid my head on your chest. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything."

Your expression softened, your heart swelling with affection for Mira. You knew your girlfriend was so considerate and kind, always making sure you were comfortable and respected.

"You're overthinking…” you said softly, your fingers still running through Mira's hair. "Of course, it's okay for you to lay your head on my chest. I trust you, and I know you're not doing it to be disrespectful. It actually feels really nice, having you this close."

Mira's eyes widened a bit at your words, relief washing over her. She had been so worried about offending or making you feel uncomfortable, but knowing that you were alright with it made her relax immediately.

She shifted a little, carefully readjusting her position so that her head was resting gently on your chest, just above the swell of your breasts. She closed her eyes, sighing softly as she felt the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against her ear.

Your hand continued stroking her hair, your touch gentle and soothing. You couldn't help but smile at how relaxed and content Mira looked, her head resting on your chest like it was meant to be there.

You took a moment to just savor the quiet intimacy of the moment, the soft sounds of your breathing and the feeling of Mira's warm body against yours. It was a peaceful, comfortable moment, all worries and insecurities forgotten.

Mira let out another deep sigh, nestling herself closer against you. She wrapped her arm more tightly around your waist, pulling you even closer, a silent declaration of her love and affection.

"I could stay like this forever," she murmured softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "Just holding you, feeling your heartbeat. It's the best feeling in the world."

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