Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34163681-20180101014511/@comment-33398500-20180105121351

“Another one?” 

This was my reaction, as, for the last month, I had been getting gallon jugs like the one currently sitting on my doorstep at least once a week, sometimes even more often than that. The things came in faster than I could drink them, and I had absolutely no idea who they were from.

Though, the one thing I COULD say with complete certainty was: they were DELICIOUS. The first time I went to drink from one of them, I had a very healthy scepticism of random milk that had showed up on my doorstep. Afterward, however, I was extremely glad I did: this was the best-tasting drink I’d ever had, and I always felt like I could take on the world after having some.

Naturally, whoever sent me such a wonderful gift with such regularity should be thanked properly, but I STILL haven’t had any luck in trying to find them. I had checked with my neighbours, anyone I knew in the local area, even a couple of holstaurs in the local area that I had suspected might be the one, to no success.

However, my search did tell me one thing, courtesy of the holstaurs I spoke to: I had a secret admirer. Their words still chimed in my head when I saw a new jug left there “If she’s giving you that much, she must REALLY like you~”

My search continued until one night where the moon was full, and I had gone to bed for the night after drinking yet another glass of the wonderful milk I’d been receiving, when I was fated to receive something I wasn’t expecting.

As I started to fade off to sleep, the bell I suspected I’d heard earlier sounded again, just as a rapid clomping across the floor of my room could be heard, a warm mass now landing atop me as it had sprung from the ground. Only once the source of the noise had gotten close, did a humanoid form become clear, a heavy-breathing holstaur currently atop me.

“I found you, baby.”

It seemed a bit strange that it had taken her that long to find me if she was looking for me. My house wasn’t exactly hard to find. Once she was visible, I realized I had met her before elsewhere in town, though none of our previous interactions led me to suspect she might have had an interest in me.

“Have you been enjoying my milk?” her question had caught me by surprise. Yes, I’d already surmised she was the one who had been sending me the milk, but that only made it more confusing as to why she hadn’t found me until now.

The strange expression on her face made it clear what she wanted, as I answered “Y-yes... I have been... thank you... ummm...” I continued, now trying to think of how to resolve the current situation. “C-care to join me?” I asked, slipping the blanket from between us, my face now smack in the middle of her chest as my motion had pulled her forward slightly.

“Exactly what I had in mind~ Join with you~” she replied, rapidly taking off what little she was wearing, before proceeding to splinter the bedframe with me.

The next morning, upon waking, I found I had difficulty moving: both from the warm mass of the holstaur next to me, and the fact that my lower body was practically non-responsive from the battering it took last night. “Oh, h-hey... m-m-morning, sweetie...” she then stammered, beet-red from embarrassment. “This... well... this is awkward...” she got out.

“A little...” I admitted, having not gotten much sleep in between due to her having me milk her mid-way so that I could keep up with her desire. “If I could ask... why just send me the bottles? Why not come see me before... well, that happened...”

“I... I couldn’t... It was too awkward... b-but I couldn’t just let it go to waste... just thinking about you was enough to make my well... juices... start flowing... so I gave it to you... it means my body chose you, so I didn’t really have much choice in what to do... since I’ve chosen my husband... if anyone else tries to milk me now, it won’t feel as good, and it won’t be good...” she explained, fidgeting awkwardly as she attempted to nudge my decision.

She didn’t need to, I’d already made up my mind.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” I responded, leaning in to kiss the blushing holstaur.

<p class="MsoNormal">That was something she wouldn’t have to worry about... ever.