Dairy Farmer in World of Warcraft ch 14

I had decided to wait until the very end of the deadline to fulfill my quota since I had no doubt I would receive another request afterwards. As I submitted the last liters I had, I received a new message.

We thank you for fulfilling your basic quota.

With that, you have joined the Dairy Farmers' ranks. More items have become available to you in the shop as a full-fledged member. We hope to have a productive relationship.

To remain a full-fledged member of the Dairy Farmer ranks, you are required to submit a minimum of 100 liters of milk per month and a total of 4000 liters a year for the first year. (Subsequent years will see the amount and the required quality increase by a changing amount.)

Failure to meet these quotas will result in your removal from the Dairy Farmer ranks and the closure of your access to the shop. Furthermore, all acquired items from the shop will be confiscated, along with the seizure of all cows kept by you.

We hope you have a wonderful day.

Dairy Farmers

My eyes reread the ending time and time again, the simply absurd amounts I have to donate making my legs weak, as well as the punishment should I fail to comply.

"Four thousand… four… thousand… WHAT THE FUCK?! How many women will that require me to capture?"

A ping from the phone drew my attention.

In addition to the 100 liters of milk for the next month, you are also required to submit:

- 20 liters of Tauren

- 20 liters of Naga

- 20 liters of Centaur

- 20 liters of Harpy

- As well as 20 liters of the previously required milk.

Failure to comply will result in the previously mentioned consequences.

Have a nice day.

"What?! Not only do I need 100 liters of any milk, but now I also need another 180 liters of specific milk? Are they out of their minds? How am I supposed to manage this?!"

Frustrated and in despair, I pondered where I could possibly keep them. Affording a barn was out of the question with these quotas. This was a mess!

As I paced around, cursing to myself, it seemed my girls noticed my distress. Alora approached me, with a worried tone. "Master?" Her concern was evident, and as I glanced at them, I saw the worry in their expressions over my agitation and anger.

Needing comfort, I pulled Alora closer and rested my head against her steadily growing breasts. Closing my eyes, I tried to calm myself, but the worry lingered.

I… I had grown quite fond of the three of them. So the very real chance that I could lose them… Was quite unsettling.

"Master," Zola placed her hand on my shoulder, urging me to look at her. "What is wrong?"

I let out a heavy sigh before speaking. "We are in deep trouble, that's what's wrong." I could see my words had the expected effect; Alora's embrace tightened, while Zola and Malora looked alarmed.

I explained the information I had received, and their concern grew, especially upon hearing about the seizure of all my cows, which obviously included them. "What… what would happen to us?" Alora's fear was evident in her soft voice.

I could imagine what their fate might be, but I didn’t want them to know. Leaning back, I kissed her forehead and held her close. "Nothing that I will allow."

Stepping away, I licked my lips and ran a hand through my hair before sighing heavily. "I guess we have no choice." Muttering to myself, I gazed at them, grimacing at what I was about to ask.

"Girls…" I began, but seeing their inquisitive looks made me lose my nerve. How could I ask them to do this?

Yet it seemed Malora understood what I was contemplating and composed herself before coming closer and kissing me passionately. “We will do it,” she assured me, before turning to the others. Zola had narrowed her eyes, a glint of understanding growing within them, while Alora remained confused.

"Tauren, Naga, Centaur, and Harpy, was it?" Malora glanced at me, though she already knew the answer. However, that wasn't what she was asking, and even Alora began to understand, with all of them now focusing on me.

"Yes, yes it was," was all I managed to say. That was all that needed to be said. I expressed gratitude by kissing Malora's temple.

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After I had gathered enough of the elemental milk from the troll woman—or at least as much as I could during the time I had her—I had it all laid out in front of me, along with the Buff of Permanence potion.

With Alora's help, we determined the optimal location to proceed with what I had decided. There was nothing left but to get it over with, so I began to consume the rather peculiar-tasting elemental milk.

It wasn’t as unpleasant as the Fel one; it was more of a blend of all the different types of magic it contained. Thankfully, the tastes of water and air were the last to hit, so at least there was no lingering bad aftertaste, even though the burning hot sensation of earth in the first gulp was quite shocking.

After consuming the potion, I chose to lay on the ground and let it settle. My head was spinning, and my attention was pulled in every direction. It was a complete sensory overload. My head felt as if it would explode from the overwhelming influx of information bombarding me.

Every insect moving across me—or rather, the ground—every sound resonating in my ears, I could hear the buzz of everything around me.

“Master?” Alora's voice sounded worried, but it was drowned out by the cacophony assaulting my ears.

I curled up, covering my ears with my hands as a roar of sound threatened to burst my eardrums. Blood began to pour from my ears, nose, and eyes. Hands grabbed me, but I couldn't resist; my body had gone limp as my mind was shutting down. I felt something being poured down my throat, and then, nothing—darkness was all I knew.

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Ugh... How much did I drink? And what did I drink? I haven't had a hangover this bad in a while... Holy shit. Yet, as my mind began to reboot, I finally recalled what happened.

With that, I could once more feel the heightened senses assaulting me, yet this time, I was able to drown them out and not become overwhelmed. It seems that while I was unconscious, I had grown accustomed to them. Thank fuck.

As I pushed myself up, steady steps approached me, and hands engulfed me. Even before I opened my eyes, I knew who it was—the smell of the forest assaulted my nose. And as my eyes opened, I saw Alora's worried look. I should stop worrying her. The poor dear has been worried sick lately all the time. With that in mind, I captured her lips and attempted to assure her that I was fine.

My hands engulfed her body, traveling down, enjoying the pliant flesh under my palms until her fleshy ass was in my hand. Giving it a squeeze, I swallowed the moan she released. Yet before I could do any more, a voice full of exasperation and relief interrupted us.

"Well, it seems you're fine now." Opening my eyes, I saw Zola standing nearby, her arms crossed, an expression between exasperation and relief on her face, while Malora stood beside her with nothing but amusement written across her face.

"I would think so, pawing at little Alora as he is." A mockingly shocked look came across her face as she covered her mouth, scandalized. "Why, if we had not interrupted, who knows what he might've done to the poor dear."

I could feel Alora's cheeks burning bright as she snuggled deeper into my embrace, while I simply gazed in deadpan at Malora before giving an eye-roll at her outrage.

Zola, it seems, was just as unimpressed. "Oh, like you're one to talk, miss—'I want it! Give it to me!'" Zola mockingly mimicked Malora's words from the night we made camp. Huh, it seems she was not asleep or was simply woken by Malora's shouting and moaning.

Still, if she thought Malora would be embarrassed at her words, she was mistaken, for all Malora did was sniff arrogantly and look at her down her nose, which, considering their size difference, looked hilarious, with her face only reaching Zola's breasts.

I hadn't really paid attention to it until now, but... Zola is tall, like really tall. In fact, I was also taller than I was before since I reached Zola’s chin with my eyes. Huh... interesting, but ultimately not of real importance, I suppose—at least for now. Maybe it will matter more later, just something to keep in mind, I suppose.

Frankly, size in this world is a bit all over the place, at least in the game. Faction bosses were one and a half times the size of the race they represented. Then there are some other notable named characters who wildly differ in sizes from what their race usually can reach.

Demons are a breed of their own, ranging from gnome-sized imps to those the size of mountains.

I guess altering one's size becomes easier at some level of power? Or are they simply freaks of nature, born abnormally large and excelling in life due to it? Or is it in spite of it?

Malora’s hand waving in front of my face shattered my train of thought. “Finally!” she exclaimed, leaning back with a put-upon look, and turned away from me in a huff. What? Really?! You interrupt me and now act all offended and don't even say what you wanted.

If I didn't have Alora on my lap and I didn't want to break our quite pleasant cuddling, I would slap that arrogant ass of hers so hard the echo of the slap would ring across all of Ashenvale.

“Can you stop that already? I asked you a question.” And now it was Zola who was upset with me; fortunately, she didn't turn away. “What?” That came out a bit more harshly than I wanted. I closed my eyes for a moment. “Sorry, what?”

“Are you alright? When you collapsed…” Zola trailed off, and I could feel Alora burrow even deeper in my embrace while Malora’s crossed arms tightened around her, with some worry showing in Zola’s eyes.

“Ye… yeah, I’m much better now. It… it just overwhelmed me, is all. Having so much sensory input all at once just… yeah.” While my words didn’t fully reassure them, I could see some worry leave them.

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One thing was certain: using elemental magic differed significantly from fel magic yet shared fundamental similarities. While fel excelled primarily in destruction, elemental magic demanded more in its utilization. Shaping the earth, redirecting the flow of wind, controlling water, and manipulating fire necessitated not only magical strength but also mental fortitude—the willpower to bend these elements to my command. And let me tell you – they do not yield easily.

Each of them truly embodies the sayings – stubborn as the earth, unstoppable as the water, free as the wind, and uncontrollable like fire.

It will undoubtedly get easier with time, but for now, I've expended all my strength, and the mountainside before me has only a bare opening that leads to nowhere. The rock within it is unyielding and unbending, stubbornly maintaining its form.

Then again, I did not truly expect to create what I desired in a day. No such lofty ambitions have lingered within me for quite a while now.

The girls had departed, leaving just me and the still unnamed orc and troll behind, both of whom were simply observing my efforts, seeing as they could do nothing more.

As I sat down to rest, I gazed at them silently as the sun began its descent. Hmm, I should milk them quite soon. I can't afford to miss any milk if I am to meet my quotas.

With that thought in mind, I stood and began to approach the orc female first. Kneeling beside her, I positioned her across a convenient stump, allowing her breasts and head to hang over one side, enabling me to place a container beneath her and simply milk her, like a cow.

Thankfully, it seems the constant milking had made her breasts softer, or had my grip strength simply increased from squeezing her mammaries? Well, in any case, milking her was much easier these days than it was before.

Feeling playful, I slapped her behind after I had extracted her milk and instantly regretted it. Ow! I think I hurt myself more than I hurt her! Fucking orcs, all muscles.

Muttering to myself, I set the orc woman down and picked up the troll; at least she was softer. To soothe my wounded pride, I slapped her behind and quite enjoyed the satisfying sound it produced and how her cheek jiggled for a moment.

I even teased her before I began to milk her. In fact, I was less milking her and more playing with her soft and pliable udders. "Now, this is how a woman should feel—something enjoyable to touch and play with. Not a mountain of muscle that feels like rocks in your hands." Feeling childish, I stuck out my tongue at the orc woman.

Returning to the troll woman whose breasts I had been playing with, occasionally squeezing to make milk escape, I continued, "Isn’t that right? You probably had men following you by the dozen, no doubt. All desperate to make you their pliant little slut, all barefoot and pregnant in their homes. Bending over at every chance. Hehe." A lecherous chuckle escaped me.

As her milk ran out, I placed her back where she was before. “I wonder how many of them you fucked and then left broken when you didn’t even give them a second glance afterwards,” I mused, bemusedly.

I could feel some of my strength had returned and was about to return to bashing my head against the wall when I glanced down at the troll woman at my feet.

Decisions… decisions. Another glance at my pitiful progress made me pull out some rope and double-tie her calves to her thighs and arms behind her back while securing them to her calves.

Afterward, I reached for her collar, and as soon as I removed it, quickly withdrew my hand, lest she put those tusks to work.

Her body tensed for a moment as she realized she could move, after which she undoubtedly tried to access her power and failed. Moving her mouth for a moment, she spoke. "Ye be listenin' here, I'll 'ave ye know, I dinna sleep wit' anyone or leave 'em broken, wantin' for more. I be keepin' me honor, I do!" she replied, offended. For a moment, I could only glance at her before laughter bubbled up from me.

At her offended sniff and look, I just simply laughed even more. Of all the things for her to say, that was not one I expected… at all.

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As the girls entered the campsite with their acquisition they stopped the moment they spotted me. Currently balls deep in the troll woman, who was desperately moaning for more. "Yeh... more! 'Ardah... fasta!"

As I spotted them I stopped, sheathing my dick fully in the woman beneath me while slapping her ass to keep her silent, yet that only encouraged her more.

As I gazed at them I could only say one thing. “No one is surprised, let’s be honest.” I deadpanned at them, at which Malora began to laugh uproariously, Alora fidgeted with a pout and Zola crossed her arms while giving me an eye roll as for the… tauren woman at their feet… well she was unconscious so...