Dairy Farmer in WoW ch 17

Zola observed as Alora went about taking care of the orc, troll, and tauren females, milking them, and storing their milk. Afterward, she asked Zola to help take them to the hot spring to wash them off. Zola was still unsure about allowing the troll female to walk on her own. Then again, with her power beyond her reach and both her and Alora able to use their own, she felt more secure.

Still, she refused to even touch the orc. While this particular one had undoubtedly not even been born on Draenor, she simply despised the race and was in no hurry to change her mind. Alora gave a little frown at the orc, but nothing beyond that. From what Zola knew, orcs had slighted Night Elves quite heavily.

If one could call killing a demigod protector of a sacred forest and then chopping down said sacred forest a slight. Still, it seems Alora's desire to please their master won out. As Zola thought of the man who had enslaved them and turned them into cattle, abusing them sexually and even getting her pregnant, she found herself conflicted.

Logically, she understood that what he had done was bad—worse, the man himself realized this. Yet, it seems whoever had a hold over him made him abandon his morals. Then again, self-preservation is a powerful motivator, which is the main reason she had not attempted to flee. Like it or not, her fate has been bound to him, and should he fail, well, from what he said, the fate that awaits his… cows (a grimace crossed her face at referring to herself as such) was not a pleasant one.

Meeting one of her fallen kin who had previous interactions with these Dairy Farmers and how even she did not wish to trouble them made her realize that while what they are making others do is quite perverse and wrong, they are powerful, and rarely does one want to draw the ire of such persons, unless they have the strength to match them.

“I hope master will be pleased with us. Perhaps he might even reward us, right Zola?” Alora’s chipper voice broke Zola from her thoughts. At her eager look, Zola could only sigh. “He is not here. You don’t need to act like this.”

Alora tilted her head in adorable confusion. “What way?” Making Zola roll her eyes. “Like an eager little pup. I fail to see why you do it in the first place. It’s not like he is going to throw you away or hurt you either way.” Frankly, Zola was worried about Alora. While at first, she had believed her act was a way to endear herself to the man, her continued way of acting like this even when not with him made her worry that the poor girl may actually be broken.

In response, Alora huffed and crossed her arms, giving Zola a stink eye. “And what’s wrong with the way I act? I knew he would not hurt me from the first day. Remember, I know what cruelty looks like.” Alora grimaced, recalling the horrible ways she suffered at the hands of Satyrs. Zola clenched her jaw as she recalled that Alora had been made a plaything of demons.

Yet, this begged the question, and Zola couldn’t help but ask confusedly, “Then why?”

Alora looked away for a moment and licked her lips before giving a shrug. “Because for most of my life, I have been berated and demeaned. I am no great huntress or proficient in any martial ways. Yet due to my family, I was always expected to be, and once it became apparent that I would not… well, you can guess the rest.” She became downcast, remembering those days.

As she looked up, and her gaze met Zola’s, Zola was surprised at the intensity in them. “So now that I have met someone who can appreciate me, does not demean me for my failings, I am more than willing to act as a – little pup.” She mocked out what Zola had called her before giving a shrug. “Sure, it may not be healthy or good or any other positive way, but frankly, if all he desires is to get my breastmilk and have sex with me for him to be satisfied with me, I see nothing wrong with it.”

Zola was quite taken aback at what Alora had said. It was quite obvious that Alora was not a well-adjusted individual due to her upbringing, and the latter trauma in her life had not helped with it. So, in truth, her desire to please their master is an unhealthy obsession, but she is well aware of it. It confused Zola.

“Besides, he could’ve been much worse, and we both know that. He could’ve easily kept us tied up and just used us and discarded us once we lost our value. Yet here we are.” She spread her arms as if to encompass everything. “Able to walk, talk, and act on our own. More than that, he trusts us enough to leave us here alone.”

Zola pursed her lips. “We both know it’s because of that message, since even if we run and he fails to deliver, we will still be captured and sent to these Dairy Farmers.” She couldn’t help but say it.

Alora couldn’t help but roll her eyes in exasperation. “Is that why you cried on his shoulder about your lost child? Is that why you keep rubbing your stomach every once in a while and smile?” Zola’s hand stilled, for that was exactly what she was doing right now, and as if scalded, she pulled her hand away from her stomach.

“Face it, in some strange way, he has given us something we want. For me, it was someone who wanted me for me. For you, it was regaining something you had lost and were afraid of ever having,” Alora said as she walked up to Zola and embraced her, with Zola returning it after a moment.

“What about Malora?” Zola couldn’t help but ask, drawing a groan from Alora. “Ugh, she’s just a slut,” she replied petulantly, still sore over their shared past, drawing a chuckle from Zola.

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As Zola and Alora were having their little discussion, Malora lay on her side with her head on the shoulder of her master, her massive breasts pressed into his side, and her finger drawing little circles on his slowly rising and falling chest.

They had just finished a bout of amorous lovemaking, as the man had been quite pleased with the way their discussion with goblins had gone. So, while Malora would prefer rougher sex, she was not opposed to a more sensual lovemaking.

In some strange way, much like Zola, Malora’s mind was also occupied with the man she was laying on top of right now. She repressed a snort once it truly occurred to her that all those jealous and spiteful flat-chested women who were envious of her well-endowed chest had been proven right—Malora had indeed become a cow.

Hopefully, she never meets any of them again; she would not want them to have the satisfaction of being proven right. Still, thinking of all that had happened to her lately and where it had led her made her frown.

Like many other mages who fell in love with the power fel offered them, she quite quickly realized the price it would extract from her. Sadly, by then, she was well and truly in its grasp.

So she became a drifter of sorts, unable to achieve what she desired—to be strong. Sure, the power she wielded made her quite powerful, but she could not grow stronger unless she was willing to pay the price. So she became stuck, unable to progress, which made her bitter.

Which is the reason she had been so dismissive and negative about anyone else who dabbled in mediocrity when they had the opportunity to grow strong without such sacrifices.

Which is why she was so antagonistic towards Alora upon meeting her, for in her mind, she had wasted all the opportunities she had to become something more. It galled on her that someone would not use what they had to become strong, for she herself couldn’t do it without losing more of herself.

When she was captured, oh, she was apoplectic with anger at what had happened and was happening to her. To use her like some… cow! A spark of anger made her press her nail much stronger on the last circle she made, drawing a groan from the man who was responsible for that anger.

With a huff, she let up on the pressure and gently caressed the reddish skin, getting lost in thought once more. At first, she had not been impressed with the man. Who would be? A sniveling little coward using cheap tricks to make playthings of women.

Yet his continued actions did manage to impress her, especially his swift dealing with Vela, that uppity little bitch! Another spark of anger blossomed in her, remembering her disobedient succubus. Which turned into a big smile once she recalled how the man dealt with her and treated her. In her opinion, he should’ve been much rougher with her, but luckily for them, his restraint worked well in their favor.

A shudder passed through her as she imagined the horrible things Vela’s ‘mother’ might’ve done to them if he had actually hurt the stupid slut. But what truly grabbed her attention was how the milk he extracted from all of them was used by him. He gained power from it, power they themselves wielded, stealing it, one might say.

This very thing interested Malora greatly, for it might be the answer she had been looking for, her chance to do what she desired – become stronger.

This realization settled it in Malora’s mind; she would do anything to make him turn her stronger. If it meant being used as a cow and a sexual plaything? Well, the price the demons would extract from her so that she could grow stronger was much worse. So yes, she was quite willing to be used in such a way.

Besides, she glanced at her massive breasts; it was about time they carried their own weight instead of her having to lug them around, no matter how much she liked the lustful looks men and women threw at her or the envious glances from flat-chested women.

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It had been almost a week, and frankly, I was starting to lose hope and patience that this whole scheme would work out at all. There had been no news from the goblins, and I was running out of time.

As I was contemplating rushing towards the closest place I knew centaurs roamed and snagging a female, and then going towards the harpies, I spotted a goblin rushing towards our campsite.

We had settled some ways away from the blighters, but not too far so that any new information could be delivered in a timely manner. As the little beast stopped before me, it began to huff and puff, making me want to kick the mongrel.

Thankfully, before I could do so, he stood up and gave me a crooked smile full of his disgusting teeth. “We got what ya wanted.” Unable to help myself, a grin bloomed on my face. Finally.

I turned my head towards Malora to tell her to come, but she was already walking towards me with her pet felguard in tow. Quickly packing our stuff, we followed the goblin back to their base.

Even before we walked inside, I could see the cages containing the three women all unconscious but breathing.

Impressively, all of them sported a nice pair of udders as well, meaning I should be able to extract a nice amount of milk from them. In fact, I was so giddy that I didn’t even mind the goblins grinning with greed at me.

I turned to the one in charge. “Well done, I am impressed.” I removed the bag with the agreed-upon amount from my pocket and tossed it at him. He snagged it quickly and began counting the coins, almost salivating at them.

I did foresee a problem, which made me frown, prompting the goblin to narrow his eyes. “Eh, what’s wrong?” I turned to him contemplatively, wondering how much this would cost me.

“How much for the carriage?” I had overlooked transportation, honestly, which was quite stupid of me. The goblin's grin widened as his eyes shined, yet the next moment he controlled himself. Strange. “Regularly I would rip you off as you no doubt expect, but… you’ve been good to us. So I’ll only ask for 20 coins, with a promise that if you ever have some other profitable need, you remember your old pal, Razglash.” He gave me a smirk.

Hmmm, I could admit that even if I disliked the little blighters, they had done what we agreed upon and in a relatively timely manner. “Deal.” This could become beneficial to me, in more ways than one.

Making the Felguard drag the carriage, both me and Malora sat on it as we slowly began to leave the goblin camp. Some plans floated in my mind on how I could use the goblins to my advantage; the acquisition of any goods, both female and any others, such as food, clothing, and everything else, was an obvious one.

Still, this would require a lot of coin, so now the question was – how to make money?