Dairy farmer in World of Warcraft ch 1

Waking up on hard ground was not a pleasant experience, especially since I had fallen asleep in my soft and comfortable bed. So now, rising from the hard ground, I groaned at the overall stiffness I felt, not to mention the back pain.

Putting my hand on the back of my neck, I tried to work out the kinks while looking around. My surroundings only brought more confusion—massive trees surrounded me. In fact, the size of these trees was unlike any I had ever seen; their sheer size boggled the mind.

Where the hell am I? As I looked down, another question came to mind. What the hell am I wearing? I most definitely did not own clothing like this—jean overalls, a lumberjack's shirt, and boots. There, down beside my feet, was even a straw hat that I bent down to pick up.

As I rose with the straw hat in my hand, I stood there in confusion. What the hell? Who the heck put me here and dressed me like some stereotypical farmer? I had no friends or enemies who could’ve done this.

I put on the hat, feeling oddly appropriate, for whatever reason, after which I began to check my pockets, hoping there was something in them to tell me more about what was going on.

Finding something, I pulled out a piece of paper and a mobile phone. Thank God! Damn it! The phone looked to be dead since no matter what I did, it would not turn on.

I turned my attention toward the paper, hoping for something, yet as I unfurled the piece of paper and read what was on it, I was only more confused.

10 liters of Draenei milk

10 liters of Night Elf milk

10 liters of Human milk

10 liters of Orc milk

10 liters of Troll milk

The required quantities are to be provided in 30 days.

What? No, what? What is this? Is this some stupid joke? I facepalmed. Of course, it’s a joke. I began to look around for cameras. “Hello? This is all funny and all, but I would like to go home now. I did not consent to any of this. This qualifies as kidnapping, so I would suggest we resolve this quickly,” I called out, yet no matter how long I waited, no response came.

There is no way they just dropped me here and left me, right? I took deep breaths to calm my racing heart. I approached the closest tree and began to look around to see if I could spot any cameras mounted on it.

Spotting none, I did the same for all of them. There was no way I was just dropped here and left. Why would someone do that?

Sounds drew my attention. Feeling better, I began to walk towards them, yet the closer I grew, the more I understood. Those were not nice sounds. It sounded like shouting, screaming, and something being hit.

I stopped, not really interested in getting closer, yet still curious. I began to approach more cautiously, hiding behind the giant trees. I cautiously peeked from a shrubbery I had hidden myself in.

As I beheld what was in front of me, my eyes popped open and my mouth simply fell open. This was not possible. There was no way. What? This is not possible. For there in front of me were all sorts of different species fighting each other. But that was not the most surprising thing. No… it was the fact that I knew these species... they were species from World of Warcraft.

The phone vibrating in my pocket almost made me fall on my backside. Quickly, I pulled it out and looked at the screen. It seems I had received a message.

'As you have discovered by now, you are very far from home. We are a group of... men of culture who are interested in new things. Congratulations, you’ve been chosen to provide them!

The list provided is just the start; more will follow. You will be rewarded for doing so if done in a timely manner; we are, after all, busy people.

P.S. In case you decide to ignore us, know that you do not wish to know the punishment for failing to provide what we desire.'

Well, that was not foreboding at all! The phone went dark once more, and the noise of combat began to die down as well. What am I going to do? Even if I wanted to deliver what they wanted, how exactly am I meant to do it? Even if I manage to shackle some poor woman up, it's not going to help if she has not had a child recently so that I can... milk her. What the fuck…

I felt something drop into my pocket and pulled it out just as another message arrived on the phone. As I held both items, I saw I had a collar in one hand while I glanced at the phone.

The message instructed me to strap the collar on and get to milking—it claimed it would ensure the woman could be milked and wouldn’t be able to resist.

Staring at the collar, I pondered if this was really my life now. Glancing at the battlefield, I noticed a female Draenei lying on the ground not far from my hiding spot; her chest movements indicated she was still alive.

Was I really going to do this?

Yes, I decided, yes I would, I had no desire to learn of the punishment these ‘people’ would lay on me.

Slowly rising, I scanned the area but saw no one else nearby. Gripping the collar tightly, I approached her. As I knelt beside her, I observed her well-endowed figure. Unsure if it would aid in milk production, I didn’t care at that point.

Placing the collar around her neck, I began to drag her back. She was heavier than expected! I struggled, panting, as I pulled her into the brush. Examining her armor, I noted its considerable weight. I started to unstrap and remove it, noticing its substantial heft.

Observing her still in slumber, I hoped it would persist for a while. While undressing her, I spotted pouches on her waist, piquing my curiosity.

Removing one, I confirmed my suspicions: they were larger on the inside and surprisingly weightless. Emptying all the pouches, I stashed her armor in one of the emptier ones and stowed them in my sizable pockets.

A noise caught my attention, and I glanced toward its source. Fear surged through me; it seemed another battle was imminent. I glanced between the Draenei at my feet and the battlefield before crouching down and attempting to hoist her onto my shoulder.

Thankfully, with her armor removed, she was much lighter. I managed to place her over my shoulder and sneak away with my unexpected acquisition. A shiver ran through me— I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

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I had retreated some distance from the battlefield. Eventually, I stumbled upon a seemingly empty cave. There were no signs of recent animal activity, and the entryway was covered in vines. It was almost a stroke of luck that I spotted it.

After entering, I laid her down and settled myself for a rest. The cave, if one could call it that, was small—just enough room for both of us and maybe a few others.

Rummaging through her pouches, I found various items—potions, armor, weapons, and thankfully, food and water. Feeling hungry, I indulged in a bit of food and drank some water, worrying momentarily about its effects. Fortunately, it had no adverse impact.

Surprisingly, I discovered some empty containers among her belongings. I couldn't fathom why she had them. However, as I held those containers, it dawned on me precisely what I intended to do next.

As I gazed at her I swallowed heavily before pulling her towards me, there wasn’t exactly an easy way to do this, so I laid her against me while opening her shirt and letting her quite massive breasts hang out.

Holding one of the containers I began to gently squeeze her boob, at which point a moan escaped her, which startled me so badly that I squeezed down much harder and dropped the container as well, wasting all her milk.

Yet as I gazed at her face with wide eyes she showed no signs of waking up. Was the collar perhaps keeping her asleep? I let my head rest against the cool cave wall to calm my nerves.

After having calmed down a bit I resettled and prepared to continue, this time I was ready for her to begin moaning and did not miss, letting her golden-colored milk pool in the container. At first, I was surprised at the color, but then again she was a different species entirely so I did not think much of it.

As I milked her and listened to her moans another problem presented itself, a quite hard one at that. It was obvious in hindsight, but I had become quite aroused at what I was doing since there was a beautiful woman on my lap who I was milking and who was moaning quite seductively.

I tried to ignore it as best as I could, just concentrating on milking her and her soft pliable breasts capped with dark blue nipples expressing her milk in a stream. I licked my lips at the sight, I began alternating between the strength I used and the way I pressed down on it. Observing how each resulted in a different stream of milk, some larger some smaller.

Once the container was filled, I put it aside and took the second one moving onto her other breast and repeating the process. After the second one was also filled, I put it beside the first one.

Yet my attention remained glued to her svelte breasts, my mouth and throat had gone dry. Sweat covered my forehead, dripping down my cheeks. I could not help myself I bent down and took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked, once the first drop of her milk hit my tongue, I was hooked.

I had never in my life tasted something like that! The sweet and rich taste overpowered my tastebuds making me desire more and more. My teeth sank into her nipple unwilling to let go and I sucked harder and harder.

A particularly large groan and moan made me finally look up, to see her golden eyes looking at me, which made me freeze, her nipple still between my lips and her milk in my mouth.

After a moment I swallowed her milk and released her nipple and despite wanting nothing more than to return to it I leaned back. Her eyes followed my movement, but that was all she seemed able to do, not even her face twitched to betray anything of how she felt, even if I could imagine.

After a moment I decided to move on, I covered her breasts once more to shield them from my gaze and to control myself better. I looked towards the containers that were still filled with her milk with uncertainty, how was I supposed to deliver it?

Another vibration of my phone answered that, as I read the message I cursed a little, it seemed it could only be delivered if I had the entire amount of it. In this case 10 liters of draenei milk. Fortunately, the containers could be closed which I did putting them back into one of the pouches, if the food was any indication it should keep it from spoiling, but now I had another problem – I needed more containers.

Feeling the woman's eyes on me, I decided to step outside, to also allow my head to cool. Fuck fuck fuck! This is all just… I can’t believe I just did that. I took out the phone, noticing that I could finally use it, yet it seemed the only thing it could access was a marketplace.

A marketplace which accepted milk of different races as currency… I didn’t browse beyond seeing that. I leaned back against the cave entry and slid down on my ass.

After a while of feeling bad for myself, I looked into the shop more closely, unsurprisingly anything good requires quite the volume of milk to procure. For the most part, the shop was set up to use human milk as a basis to show the prices once I converted it to draenei some prices dropped by almost 30%, and even so some of the prices were quite high.

Milking Barn – 1400liters (Included all necessary tools to secure the cows and milk them efficiently.)

The collar of Milking – 14liters (Once secured upon anyone the collar ensures the affected is unable to move and if a female can be milked. WARNING – Stronger beings may be able to resist it. Also once removed the female can still be milked.)

These were just some of the options, there were many more, some costing tens of thousands even.

Still, one good thing did come from browsing the shop, I was able to acquire containers to hold milk in large quantities and ensure its freshness. Even if it cost me almost the milk I had already acquired.

Feeling quite exposed I darted back into my little hideyhole after which I attempted to move the vines to cover the entrance better. After which I sat down across the draenei. I fidgeted and shuffled attempting to find a better pose, all the while simply being uncomfortable. “I’m sorry.” I finally muttered.

I drew out her pouches once more, I am sure I saw something resembling bedding. After locating it I laid it out beside her, after which I withdrew some more food and water and fed and watered her. No doubt she was hungry and as callous as that sounded I needed her to make some more milk.

After she was fed and had signaled with her eyes that she did not want anymore I put the rest away. I would need to either procure or buy some food later. Which made me grimace, I couldn’t keep buying stuff from the shop, otherwise, I would never have enough.

Which reminded me of the fact that I did not need just draenei milk. Fuck, I would need to acquire a new collar and capture another woman. These were my last thoughts as I laid down with the draenei woman secured in my arms on the bedding she had.