Malachi’s father was a farmer.  His father’s father and the father before that were farmers.  He had learned all he could in the schools about the supposed history of the planet.  It was such an unbelievable tale that MGE-1 was once an empty world, filled with monster women and the wildlife until humans came to the planet on ships from outer space to colonize it.  His great-grand father spoke of his own great-grand father had spoke of surviving the initial attack of the monster women of the planet, but it just sounded too much like bullshit to him.

 

As he grew up and learned the farming business from his family, it just seemed far too improbable that any of them had come to the planet from outer space.  They were had far too much trouble traveling from one village to the next to sell their goods to even believe that any of them could travel in space.  Late at night, Malachi did like to look up at the dark black sky, half of which had a small touch of stars and the other half completely devoid of any light.

 

The science teachers claimed that MGE-1 was on the very edge of a cluster of stars called a galaxy, and that outside this galaxy, there was nothing but a deep black void.  This was their explanation of the lack of stars in the entire sky on any given night.  Still, Malachi didn’t believe it.  Actually, that’s not true.  He just didn’t care.

 

Malachi tipped his straw hat at the stars that he could see and smiled at the foolish thoughts of traveling that far.  Right now, his only need of worry was traveling from the farm to the village and back tomorrow.  He had several bushels to sell at the market, and he just hoped he would make it all the way there and back without being attacked by the very real monster women.  They can be quite aggressive, if you’re not careful; while some can be very pleasant and friendly.

 

Malachi turned and went back inside his small hovel and went to bed.  It was another lonely night, but no too many human women liked to live this far out from the village.  He couldn’t blame them; but the best soil for growing crops was out here.  Having the farmer’s blood in him, Malachi just couldn’t ignore the best soil so he could enjoy the comfort of a woman in his bed.  That was sometimes taken care of on the nights he decided to stay in the village instead of traveling home in the evenings.

 

 

 

The next morning, Malachi hitched up his horse to the cart and put the six bushels in the back and climbed into the seat for the ride to town.  As had become the custom, he kept an extra bushel in the seat next to him, just for the bandits that he would come across along the way.  They had grown to be kind to Malachi and his kind and gentle nature.  Now he just paid tribute of one bushel to them for a safe travel to and from the village, and they would leave him alone.

 

As he neared the edge of the forest that neared was close to the trees, he pulled his horse to a stop and waited.  As expected, the red oni came out of the tree and nodded at Malachi.  She was truly a ravishing monster woman, but she was rippling with muscles all over; and Malachi just didn’t find that all too attractive in a woman. Plus, she was practically stealing from him; though she would sometimes offer her body to Malachi in payment for his kind tribute to her.

 

For this reason, Malachi smiled as he handed over the bushel of food to her and ignored the wink and lascivious look she gave him.  He took up the reins and smiled at her as the monster woman took her halter top and pulled it to the side, showing her breast to him.  Shaking his head no, Malachi rode off toward town.  When he reached the gates, the soldiers demanded to see in the back of his cart and then requested their pay for allowing him to pass.

 

Again, he handed over one bushel to them and continued inside the small village with wooden walls until he reached the center.  Once more, he met up with the owner of the market that was set up, and was given his location to set up to sell at.  This, as expected, came at the price of another bushel.  Malachi spent the day offering to any that would come and buy his goods from him, enjoying the beauty of the women that would look his way, and loving the smells of the other fresh foods that were being offered.

 

At the end of the day, Malachi loaded up the last half bushel into his cart and walked over to some of the other vendors to make a few purchases of his own.  Once he was loaded down with supplies to make it for a few months, the good farmer made his way out of the town, the sun already low on the horizon.  He was glad that he knew the way so well, and that the trail was nice and worn down from all the times he had traveled it.

 

Along the way, he began to feel lonely again, and he could smell the scent of Alraune’s on the air.  He knew there weren’t any close by and he was safe from being too affected by their beautiful smells; but Malachi could still feel his lust rise a little with the thoughts of the beautiful women he had seen today in the village.  When he neared the copse of trees again, he felt pain in his groin from the having the erection for so long.  Coming to a stop, he decided that he would finally take up the red oni‘s offer and give her the last half bushel in return for relief.

 

As he sat there, he didn’t see any movement in the trees or along the edges of the woods.  The Alraune’s scent was still lazily wafting on the breeze and his dick twitched with need as he sat and waited.  Still the monster woman didn’t present herself as he had been hoping.  After a few more minutes of waiting, Malachi gave up hope and took the reins in hand again.  The horse pulled the cart along the trail it know so well, glad to be heading home again.

 

As soon as he reached the homestead and stopped the cart, he heard a noise behind him and quickly turned to see what it was.  In the twilight of the night, he could make out a very womanly shadow figure moving slowly behind his cart.  Shocked, Malachi quickly jumped down and raced to the back of his cart to find that a rope was tied to the woman’s neck and it was tied to the end of his cart.

 

“Who would do such a thing to a woman?” he demanded of her as he quickly undid the rope from the cart.

 

“She said it was payment for your kindness, since you wouldn’t take her other payment,” said the womanly figure.  When Malachi reached up to undo the rope around her neck, she quickly backed away, the sound of a cowbell ringing in the silent air at the sudden movement.  “Please, don’t turn me away!” she yelped.  “If she sees me loose, the red oni will take me as unwanted prey and make me into steaks.”

 

“That damned beast,” Malachi cursed under his breath and looked into the dark surroundings.  “Okay, leave the rope on and go inside while I put the horse away.  Once in there, you can take the rope off, where she can’t see you doing it.”

 

The woman’s head nodded, and the cowbell sounded once again.  Malachi watched the woman walk over to his dark hovel and enter the dark interior; admiring the way her wide hips shook as she walked and the large breast were noticeable, even from behind.  He went back to the task of taking care of his horse and cart, putting all the food stuff and supplies into the storage before heading back to small house.

 

He was surprised to find the lamps were still not lit when he walked to it; and he could hear some items falling on the inside as he got closer to it.  Picking up his pace, Malachi rushed inside and struck a match for the lantern and was surprised by the mess of knocked over chairs, table along with his water basin.

 

“What the hell happened in here?” he demanded of the darkness, picking up the lantern off the fireplace mantle and lighting it.  In the bright light, the room looked like a bull had just wandered in and knocked everything over before walking out.  Sitting on the floor in the corner, however, was the back of a white body with black markings all over it.  Malachi suddenly remembered a phrase his mother used to say when he would knock something over.  “Like a bull in a china shop,” he mumbled as he walked over the white and black form.

 

“I’m sorry,” he heard the woman say, her voice shaking as she cried into the corner.  “I’m so clumsy sometimes, and I really don’t mean to be.  Please don’t give eat me.”

 

As Malachi got closer, he could see that the woman was kneeling in the corner, her feet…no, they’re hooves…were facing him.  Her head was bent over toward her knees, and her body shook with her sobs.

 

“Shhh, shhh,” he said trying to calm her down.  “It’s okay.  I’m not going to….”  His words were lost when the woman let out a scream of pain and jumped to her feet.  Malachi felt something be pulled right out from underneath is foot and caught sight of her tail as she reached around and pulled it into her hands.  His lantern landed bottom first and, thankfully, didn’t turn over and catch the place on fire; however, the cow-woman’s head collided with a shelf that was right above her and pots and pans fell to the floor with loud clangs and clatters.

 

“I’M SORRY!  I’M SO SORRY!” she yelled, quickly falling to her knees again, keeping her tail in her hands and held extremely close to her very large breasts.  “Please forgive me.  Please.  Please.  I’ll do anything.  Just don’t throw me out.”

 

Malachi sat up and rubbed the back of his head and looked around his destroyed home and then at this monster woman bawling her eyes out and begging forgiveness.  Unable to control his emotions, Malachi just let it all out, the cow-woman looking at him with a twinge of fear in her eyes.  The look just made Malachi’s bellowing laughter continue for several more minutes before his side started hurting.

 

“Oh no,” the woman whispered.  “She’s given me to a madman.  He’ll kill me for sure.”

 

Even though he was trying to catch his breath with sucking gasps and his ears still throbbed from the clattering pots and pans earlier, Malachi heard the woman’s fearful words and looked at her with as straight a face as he could muster.

 

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he said, “and for stepping on your tail.  I’ve just never seen a monster woman that was afraid of a human before.”

 

“I’m not a monster,” she said, her eyes growing large and wet again.  He could see that she was about to start crying again.  “I’m a holstaurus.  We’re gentle and kind and are almost always hurt by other monster women.  Only one of my kind went to make contact with humans before, and she was never heard from again.  We fear that she was slaughtered for meat, like some of the other women here do.”

 

“Well, I assure you, I will not harm you in anyway,” the holstaurus gripped her tail tightly, “on purpose,” Malachi added quickly.  I didn’t see your tail and I am very sorry for stepping on it.  I didn’t do any permanent damage, did I?”

 

“No, it’s okay, I guess,” she said, her face relaxing and her hands letting it go.  It landed with a loud thump on the floor and she smiled at Malachi.  “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”  It sounded more like a statement than a real question and Malachi smiled at her.

 

“I assure you that I have not cruel intentions for you…I don’t know what to call you,” he suddenly said.  The confused look on her face told Malachi that she didn’t understand what he was saying.  “What’s your name?”

 

“My last owner called me ‘meat’ a lot.  Other times, she just called me ‘you’, though I don’t know why.  I’m not a sheep.  I’m a cow.”

 

Malachi smiled at the unintentional joke and then felt that the woman calling herself a cow was a wrong description.  She was definitely more woman than cow.  Sure, her lower legs were that of the hind legs of a cow, and her skin sported extremely short hair that had black and white patterns all over it.  Then there were the long large ears and tail.  But in all her naked glory, this “cow” was a very beautiful woman.  Her hips were quite wide, and her stomach, though flat, did not have the anorexic look that some women went for.  And when you got to her breasts, they were huge.  Malachi couldn’t tell what to judge the size of her breast to be equal too; but he had never seen such large tits.

 

When he tore his eyes away from those beautiful, bountiful mammaries, Malachi looked back at her face and he saw her staring intently at him, a look of worry deep in her eyes.  As he admired her youthful face, and the large beautiful eyes, he saw one of the ears off to the side twitch.  He smiled while moving his eyes back to hers.

 

“Am I worthy?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

 

“What?”

 

“You were just now appraising me,” she said with a hint of tremor in her whispering voice.  “Am I worth keeping?”

 

“I’m not sure I fully understand this situation, but maybe you can help me,” Malachi said, finally standing up.  When she remained where she was, looking up at him, still looking worried, he held his hand out to her.  “Come on.”

 

The holstaurus took his hand with hers very gently and stood.  She stood nearly two heads taller than him, and she ducked a little so that her head wouldn’t hit the ceiling above.  Malachi led her back to the sitting area of his home and put the chairs back up right before taking a seat.  She did the same and sat in the wooden chair a little too hard, which quickly broke beneath her.

 

He jumped up and toward her, and the cow-woman quickly cringed into a ball where she sat and began to cry loudly.

 

“I’m sorry,” she was whispering over and over again.  Malachi couldn’t help but feel bad for this woman’s clumsy nature and quickly sat on the floor next to her and put his arms around her body.  He held her for several moments a she cried in that balled up position, her hands covering her face.  After awhile, her arms came down and wrapped around Malachi’s chest and she held him close while her sobs slowly turned to whimpers and then to just small shudders.

 

The whole time she was holding him, Malachi could feel the front of his clothes becoming soaked from her tears.  He had never heard of a woman crying so much that her tears could soak through clothes; and he was about to ask the now silent holstaurus if she was okay when she spoke.

 

“It hurts so much and it’s all my fault,” she whispered.  “I didn’t tell her I was of milking age because I didn’t want her to have it; but I like you and they hurt so much from not being emptied.  Please, help me.”

 

“I don’t under…,” Malachi started saying as he pulled back to look at her.  He then saw that it wasn’t her tears that had been soaking through his shirt.  He had been standing and her face was close t his chest.  Her breasts, however, had been crushed by his torso and the pressure must have started the milking process.

 

He had talked with some of the farmers around the town who had animals and they sold the milk that they collected.  He’d been told how to do it, but he had never done it before, and the last time he had gotten milk from a woman’s breast was when he was an infant.

 

“Let me get a container,” he said, rushing to his kitchen, happy to find that not everything had been destroyed.  He returned with a large pitcher and held it underneath the cow-woman’s breast as the milk slowly leaked out of the nipple.  “Um…I don’t know how to milk a holstaurus.”

 

She smiled and brought her hands around to the breast above the container.  Her fingers closed around the distended nipple and squeezed and pulled on it.  Though she had tried to aim it at the pitcher’s opening, the jet stream of milk went right at Malachi and caught him right in the center of his face.

 

“Oh, I’m sor…” she started but stopped when Malachi held up his hand.

 

“It’s okay,” he said with a calm voice while smiling at her.  “It’s just an acciden….”

 

He stopped talking himself as some of the milk ran into his open mouth and he found the fluid more than just tasty.  It was refreshing.  He could feel its smooth feeling as it just went right across his tongue and down his throat.  Sticking his tongue out, Malachi licked at the milk that was within reach and he felt it working quickly through his body.  He didn’t know that he was growing tired until this milk started giving him the energy he had not expected was in him.

 

“That’s fantastic,” he said, looking at the holstaurus.  “Let’s try and fill up the pitcher.  It may be easier if you get on your hands and knees, that way you can aim the milk down into it.”

 

The cow-woman gave a huge grin and nodded her head rapidly before assuming the position he had suggested before noticing a problem with it.

 

“I can’t use my hands without falling over,” she said.  “You’re going to have to do it.  Please.”

 

“I’ve never done it before,” he said, moving beside her and placing the container under one breast and thinking about the milk that was also dripping out of the other and onto the floor.  “Let me get another to catch the other side.”

 

When he got back, Malachi stopped and stared.  He had not noticed when he went to the kitchen that she had put her backside toward it.  Coming back into the sitting room, he found himself staring at her exposed rear, her tail hanging off to the side, her sex exposed and looking moist and ready to be mounted.  He felt his cock stir within his milk-soaked pants and felt his desires for a woman’s sexual embrace rise up in him like a storm.

 

“Please.  They are so full that it hurts,” she mewled in her position, her body rocked back and forth a little, as if she wanted to push back against something.  He almost dropped the container when he saw a few drops of moisture leak from her sex and fall to the floor.  “Please, kind sir.  Milk me.”

 

Malachi shook his head to throw off the arousing thoughts and placed the new container in the middle of the puddle beneath the dripping breast.  He then walked over to the other side and sat on the floor next to her.  He tentatively placed his hands on her breast, having very little contact with women’s breast besides the times he had paid for.

 

Being gentle, he lightly touched the very supple mound of hanging flesh and felt his growing dick twitch in his pants.  It was soft and very pleasant of a feeling for his hands, and the cow-woman let out a very sultry sigh as his fingers caressed down the breast to the nipple.  She let out a soft moan when his fingers came together around the nipple and gave it a gentle squeeze.

 

“Squeeze harder and pull on it,” she groaned lustily, when his gentle squeeze did nothing to help the milk flow out.  When he did as she said, a spray of milk hit the lip of the pitcher underneath and splashed all over the place, spraying Malachi’s pants leg and the woman’s arm.  “Oh.  That feels good.  Do it again.  Please.”

 

Malachi felt his dick becoming uncomfortable in the tightening confines of his pants as he began to try and focus on milking the holstaurus’s breast.  After a few more tries, he found a good rhythm and the milk was soon flowing regularly into the pitcher.  In just a few short minutes, the pitcher was full to the lid and the cow woman was whimpering in a way he hadn’t heard her do before.

 

“Please,” she groaned from the other side.  “Oh, please.  Do my other side.  It’s so full.”

 

Malachi walked around behind the cow woman, wanting to see her beautiful ass once more.  As he walked around, he saw that her pussy’s lips were puffy with arousal, and her inner thighs were soaked with her own juices.  The farmer started to reach his hand forward, wanting so badly to touch her there and found out if it was as hot as it looked; but the holstaurus whimpering moans brought him out of his trance and reminded him of her discomfort.

 

Sitting down on her other side was a bit uncomfortable for Malachi, as his raging erection was now pushing with violent need against the tented material of his pants.  He went to work just as he was doing earlier on the cow-woman’s other teat, and the container under this breast was soon filled to the edge.  When there was no more room, he stopped squeezing and ran his fingers tip across her nipple, catching the last drop hanging there.

The holstaurus’ body shuddered and she let out a deep, erotic moan as her hips shoved back against the air several times.  Malachi looked at her face as he sucked the drop of milk off his finger; and he saw her mouth was wide open with a silent groan and her eye lids were fluttering rapidly.  He recognized that face from one of his previous nights that he paid to be with a woman.  He quickly knew the holstaurus was having an orgasm, just from his milking her.

 

Unable to resist any longer, he opened his pants, hoping that she wouldn’t open her eyes any time soon, and he began to stroke the erection that was standing tall and proud.  He looked at the beautiful cow-woman on all fours before him, wishing he could take her, but nervous of what her reaction would be if he did.

 

His hand continued to work up and down his member while admiring her body, seeing her wobbling on her arms and legs, wondering how strong those thick thighs were.  He wondered what it would be like to be beneath her and drinking from those still dribbling nipples as she impaled herself upon his painful erection.  He was still staring at her dripping breast, mouth watering for a taste, when he heard her voice.

 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.  He looked at her face and saw that she was staring at his cock, still being held in his hand.  “I am so selfish,” she continued, turning on all fours carefully, so as not to knock over the two pitchers.  “I didn’t make you feel as good as you have made me feel.  Let me help you now.”

 

Malachi just sat there and stared as the holstaurus crawled forward.  He didn’t move, nor resist when she was face to face with him, and her lips pressed against his.  The women he had paid for never allowed him to kiss them, so this was his first ever kiss; and the cow-woman’s loving kiss reminded him of spring days of fresh cut grass and wide open fields.

 

She continued to move forward, pushing Malachi back and down as she did so.  Soon, he was lying beneath her, his hands now reaching up to her hips and caressing them gently.  His fingers flowed across the soft short fur of her body, around the hips, along her stomach and then down to her sex.  He found that it was much wetter than when he looked at it last, and his fingers slid across her open lips with great ease.

 

The holstaurus broke off the kiss and raised her head as she took in a gasp of air.  Her back arched as she did so, and this presented Malachi with both of her large breasts in front of his face.  He raised his head just enough and let his tongue flick across one of the still dribbling nipples.  The flavor exploded inside his mouth; and he latched instantly puckered his lips and latched onto the proffered nipple.

 

The cow-woman seemed to lose her balance, and collapsed on top of Malachi.  His hand that had been caressing her leaking flower was now trapped between their bodies, and she rocked her hips as his fingers continued their soft rubbing of the labia.  Milk flowed from her nipple and right down the farmer’s open throat.  He swallowed it non-stop as one of her hands came up under his head and pressed him tighter to the breast.

 

Unable to fight his need anymore, Malachi pulled his fingers away from her sex and grabbed hold of his dick.  She rose her hips up, knowing what his hands were intending and waited there until she felt the head of his cock touching her open sex.  She then lowered herself down quickly, engulfing his turgid member in the hot tight confines of her pussy, the walls instantly shuddering with an orgasm.

 

The sudden feeling of a woman’s sex when he had already been so close was too much for Malachi.  His orgasm rushed out of him before he could even think about stopping it.  His hips thrust up hard, shoving his cock’s head as deep as it would go, pressing into her cervix.  He felt her inner walls pushing and pulling on it, trying to expel the invader while at the same time welcoming its new lover.

 

These motions milked more and more cum out of Malachi and he released the breast that was flowing freely with the cow-woman’s heavenly milk.  He groaned with ecstasy as his orgasm continued for what seemed like an eternity but was ending all too soon.  Finally, his hips began to relax and he lay still beneath the womanly body that now pressed atop his.

 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her cleavage between her two breasts.

 

“Those are my words,” she holstaurus said with a giggle.

 

Malachi chuckled too and wrapped his arms up around her waist and hugged the monster woman to him, his head nestled comfortably between her breasts.  While lying there, he could feel her milk pooling on the floor around his head.

 

“How much milk do you produce?” he yawned, staring to feel tired from the exertion.  “I’m not sure I can stay awake much longer.”

 

“It’s okay, sir,” she said, rising up some.  “I can get the rest while you get some rest.”  She laughed again at the double use and smiled down at Malachi beneath her.  The look she gave him was one of great and deep devotion.  It seemed she was also thinking about something before she told him her thoughts.

 

“I think I now know what happened to my sister when she met one of you humans,” she said, leaning down again and arching her back so she would be eye to eye with him.  “She found herself a good owner and lover and just can’t bear the thought of leaving him; because that is how I feel now, master.”

 

With that, she pressed her lips to Malachi’s and kissed him unlike anything he had ever received before.  The previous kiss from her had been needful, lustful; but this kiss was tender, loving, and very enduring.  When she broke the kiss, he looked up and saw her teats were still dribbling, albeit more slowly than while they were having sex.  She smiled at him and slowly rose off his prone body and helped him off his back.

 

Standing on wobbly legs, she helped him remain upright and guided him in the direction of the small bedroom.  Surprisingly, the woman was not as clumsy as she was before, and her cowbell wasn’t making any noise as they walked to the bed.  Looking over, Malachi saw it was pressed tightly between her breasts, muffling the sound.  The cow-woman helped him lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket up over his body.  He looked up and couldn’t help but feel affection for this monster woman standing before him.

 

But like she had said, she wasn’t a monster.  She was a holstaurus, a very loving and devoted cow-woman; and he still had no idea what to call her.

 

“What should I call you?” he asked quietly

 

“Whatever you want to call me, sir,” she replied, kneeling beside the bed, her height keeping her still above him, but her breast much closer to his face once again.  He could smell her milk, and his mouth began to water with wanton hunger for the flavor again.  “What would you like to call me?”

 

“Mine,” he whispered, looking past her swelling breast and into her large eyes.

 

“Then I shall be yours,” she whispered back and leaned forward, putting one of her nipples right onto his lips.  Malachi didn’t need any further persuasion and began to suckle willingly at the hard nub and feeling the milk flow freely down his throat.  He slipped into sleep while sucking and woke with the morning light, feeling more refreshed than he could ever remember.

 

He threw his legs over his bed and thought back on the night before.  He had this wonderful, yet very strange, dream.  A large cow-woman, called a holstaurus, had followed him home, and she had fed him her milk, and they’d had sex, and he thought he had fallen asleep while she breastfed him.  As nice as the dream had seemed, he knew that he would need to get back to reality and start working on his chores.

 

Walking into the sitting room, he noticed that some things seemed to be out of place, and even one of his chairs seemed to be missing.  Not sure he understood how that could be, but wanting to get some breakfast before thinking about too much, Malachi walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher sitting on the counter.

 

Bleary eyed, he raised it to his lips and took a small drink, and then downed the whole glass, when the flavor of the milk exploded on his tongue once again.  Setting the glass down, he looked and saw the two pitchers sitting on the counter, full the rims, along with eight other containers.  As he stared at them, he heard a cowbell clang several times outside.

 

His mind spinning, and his hopes of the dream not being a dream, Malachi ran out the front door and found the cow-woman in a portion of his field not too far from the house.  She was on all fours, her head down low to the ground.  He walked slowly up to her, wanting to see what she was doing and was surprised to find that she was bent over and eating the weeds that had grown up in the middle of his crops, but leaving the crops alone as she did so.

 

“It looks like weeding the garden is going to be an easy task from hear on out,” he said aloud.  She raised her head up and looked at Malachi, smiling around the grass she had just pulled up before chewing away at it.  “Did you get any sleep, Mine?”

 

“I haven’t slept much, because I just finished milking myself,” she replied, her eyes growing misty when he called her by the new name.

 

“You like me calling you Mine, don’t you?”

 

“Yes, because it means I am yours.  I just hope no one else will call me that.  I only want one owner.”

 

“Then around others, you will be known as Jasmine.”

 

“What’s Jasmine mean?” she asked.

 

“It’s the plant you just pulled out of the ground and ate, my dear,” he replied with a smile.  She gave a few more chews and seemed to focus her eyes off to the side as she let the flavor move about in her mouth before swallowing.

 

“I like Jasmine,” she said.

 

Malachi kept up with growing his crops, because he was a farmer after all; but after a few trips to the village and offering people the milk that Jasmine expressed each day, he soon didn’t need to grow any crops as he could have bought all the food he wanted with the offers for her milk that he was receiving.  The food was soon being used to pay a higher toll to the red oni along the way.

 

The monster-woman wondered why he started paying her a higher price but came to understand when the first time Malachi took Jasmine to the town.  The monster-woman gave them both a knowing smile as she took the two bushels of food and one milk container out of the back of the cart.  Once inside the town, many people were very skittish of Jasmine, but not as skittish as Jasmine was of them.  Soon, everyone came to like her, once they saw that she was no real threat or even trying to attack the men, like all the other monster-women seemed to do.  On the return trip home, an empty milk container awaited them beside the road.

 

Malachi had a long life, thanks to the refreshing properties of the holstaurus’ milk.  It seemed that the fresher it was, the more it would rejuvenate the body.  Since Malachi would go to sleep each night with a teat in his mouth after a long love making session, and get several drinks out of her the next morning when he would milk her; he was getting the freshest holstaurus’ milk.

 

Malachi died peacefully in his sleep in his old age.  His lover, Jasmine, never seemed to grow old as they aged, and she remained with her husband until his death.  They had kept it a secret but from the truest of friends of theirs that three children had been produced by their lovemaking.  All three were born as female holstaurus and all three, when they came of age, were ready for their own owners.  Those closest to the family were happy to take the young cow-women into their home and enjoy the pleasure of their company, and their delicious milk.

 

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