A New Kind Of Grind

I'm not too proud to admit that a lot of my biggest problems are my own goddamn fault.

For instance, here I was, alone in bed, furiously humping a pillow, when in the next bedroom over, there was an insanely attractive fertility goddess of a roommate who had complained not fifteen minutes ago that she was horny and directly asked me if I wouldn't mind fucking her about it. All because I knew for a fact that I wouldn't be able to help myself, and I'd only really succeed at getting myself off, calling it a night, and passing the fuck out on top of a worked-up and very frustrated Akane, and I knew that that would have consequences.

Ugh. Fuck eighteen and a half consecutive ducks. At least jerking off to my fantasies of the timeline where I was too stupid to say no would have... well, less consequences. It was a bit of a devil's bargain, I'd admit; on the one hand, jerking off to Akane gave me more Reified Lust with Incubus, to use in boosting my stats. On the other hand, jerking off to Akane would not at all help with maintaining my resolve to not fuck her and ruin everything.

As I lay there panting after climax, I wondered about what I should boost next. I'd maxed out Magic Affinity this morning, and that would max out my other Soul stats soon enough. Naturally, instead of simply deferring the decision until morning- Reified Lust didn't decay and could be banked indefinitely, as far as I could tell- I instead decided, on a stupid whim, that I should boost Physical Affinity and start working out more to build up my Stamina, because clearly it was a physical deficiency that made me a selfish and lazy lover, and not a personality flaw, and also clearly, I could simply stat grind my way out of being a mildly shitty person.

I fell asleep muttering curses about my own inadequacies. Surely that was healthy behavior.

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The next morning, I'd found a note stuck to the door to the cowgirl room with a bit of wax, and found that it made my morning chores take on a new tone:

My cows are your cows. Selfish or not, you deserve some relief, too.

-Akane

PS: They're especially amorous after being milked.

Now, setting aside the fact that Akane was being so gracious as to try to do me a favor right after I spurned her advances, I was conflicted over whether or not to accept this favor. Because, well, on the one hand, I was horny and I did want to fuck hot babes, and I did have pretty good reason to suspect that this would be even better for my Incubus progression than just jerking it to fantasies of Akane.

On the other hand, however, these cowgirls were unawakened and thereby non-sapient; this made it okay to keep them as pets and livestock, sure, but where I'm from, it was generally frowned upon to fuck pets and livestock. Which. Okay, a big part of that was that pets and livestock weren't shaped like humans, but the part where pets and livestock weren't really capable of consent was still a factor.

And yet... well, I've witnessed with my own two eyes- and had it confirmed by many others who know what they're doing, including actual scholars- the simple fact that unawakened monstergirls were capable of wanting things and expressing those wants. I've had cowgirls walk up to me demanding headpats and ear rubs, and I've also had cowgirls walk away from me when I tried to rub their ears when they didn't feel like it.

So... back on that first hand... I had to admit, it didn't quite feel like bestiality when the beasts in question were shaped like fuckable humans with horns, and had the capacity to want to fuck me.

And after stewing on this complicated ethical dilemma about a practice that, by all accounts, was reasonably common and relatively harmless in this world, for the entirety of the hour-long milking session, I came to my conclusion:

It was probably fine, and I was way the fuck too horny at this point to get hung up on anything that wasn't an obvious showstopper.

As soon as I'd finished my morning chores by wheeling the milk barrel into the kitchen, I returned to the cowgirl room once more to select a cowgirl. The red tags, I now knew, meant they were Akane's, and now, mine. I just had to look over each of the eight red-tagged cowgirls, and figure out which one of 'em most wanted to fuck. That... was surprisingly easy, because as I walked among the herd, my boner was not exactly concealed, and one of the red-tagged cowgirls decided to show some initiative.

She walked up to me, pressing herself against me insistently, and even grinding her hips against my own, her own thick, meaty erection rubbing through my robe against mine. This was, I figured, the clearest indication of "I'd like to fuck you, please" I was going to get out of the cowgirls, and so leaned forward, returning the solicitation with a kiss- I'd seen the cowgirls kiss each other, every now and then, and I probably would see it more often if I spent more time with them outside the context of milking them and wanting to be done milking them. Point was, I was confident that this was something the cowgirl understood.

The cowgirl did seem to understand, and returned the kiss, moaning softly into my mouth, her tone not quite forming the traditionally bovine moo, but coming close enough to make one squint and wonder if they really did recognize something, or were simply going prematurely senile. I reached up, groping her fat, head-sized, freshly-drained rack, and almost grinned into the kiss; that very much did

get a bit of mooing out of her.

It was heavenly, after all this time spent milking them and doing nothing about it but hump pillows in private, but all good things came to an end. The cowgirl got bored of me after a minute or so of making out and groping, and pulled back; I made no effort to restrain her, and instead stepped back myself. Then she surprised me by stepping back towards me, before dropping to her knees, at which point I once more understood precisely what was going on here.

I gasped and groaned quietly as she parted my robe to take my cock in her mouth. I'd witnessed a cowgirl sucking off another once before, but when I'd remarked on it to Haruna, I'd been informed that they did this sort of thing all the time; that their casual social sex wasn't just limited to penis-in-vagina, and that unawakened monstergirls in general tended to reinvent non-standard and non-reproductive sex acts on their own. At the time, I'd wondered what these creative sex acts said about the intelligence of these supposed dumb animals, but currently, I was a bit more concerned with the absolutely lovely blowjob I was getting from the cowgirl.

I told myself that, clearly, she was thirsty after having given all that milk for me, and that it was only fair that I give her a nice, big cumshot in return. In reality, I knew it didn't actually work that way- unawakened monstergirls had static nutritional needs, regardless of how much milk they gave. These sixteen cowgirls didn't have any nutritional needs, in fact, due to Haruna using Rancher's class abilities to sustain them for free; it limited the number of cowgirls she could keep, but so did her available space, and eighty gallons of milk a day for free was a hell of a deal. Still, a fantasy was a fantasy, and as I reached my climax, I tried my best to cum as much as I could...

...which, considering the Incubus class I had, turned out to be noticeably more than I thought I could. It cost me an initial dose of Reified Lust, but considering the absolute torrent I got back afterwards as this cowgirl- this real, flesh-and-blood creature I was actually fucking- drank it down, I had the sneaking suspicion that the expense was worth it.

The cowgirl pulled off of my cock, now wet with her spit, and still achingly hard. I wondered at this for a moment, how I could possibly still be hard after having gotten sucked dry, but then the answer came to me as the cowgirl raised herself up on her knees: clearly, I was still hard because that was only round one, and round two would be fucking this cowgirl's fat-ass titties.

She held her tits pressed tightly against each other, wrapped around my spit-slick cock, and I did the rest, bucking my hips to saw in and out of her heavenly embrace. I may have started out with the intent to fuck a cowgirl the old-fashioned way, on the basis that it'd probably be a fucking treasure trove for Incubus, but right now, with my cock between her boobs, I couldn't for a heartbeat be sad that I hadn't gotten to feel a cowgirl vagina yet.

Besides, there was always next time.

I tried my best to hold out, to savor the sensation. As sensitive as a cowgirl's tits might be, I still couldn't quite convince myself she was getting anywhere near orgasm from this, but that wasn't why I held out. No, I just didn't want this to end. Three months of humping pillows, all leading up to this, when I finally got to hump some much nicer and more substantial pillows, that happened to be attached to a girl-shaped creature. I was pent up, and this? Ohhh, this was the sweetest release of them all.

I couldn't last forever, of course. The titfuck took its toll, and I knew I was getting close to orgasm. And so, this time, with a better clue of what I was doing, I channeled more of my Reified Lust, and gave one final thrust with the force and angle necessary to finally poke my tip through the other side of her cleavage. And then I exploded.

An absolute geyser of sticky white jizz erupted from between the cowgirl's tits, from the tip of my dick just barely peeking out. Her chin and neck were the first victims of the deluge, but as she pulled back, her face got a nice coating, as well as the top side of her breasts, both from direct spray as well as some splashback and dripping from her face and neck. As she drew further back, it became clear that she was trying to cover herself in my cum, and so I obliged her, painting the undersides of her tits, her stomach, her hips, her cock, her thighs, all the way down to her ankles..

I let my orgasm finally wind down once I was satisfied I'd covered the cowgirl as much as I could, and contended myself to behold her reclining resplendence, lying there on the floor looking about as dumbstruck and bone-deep sated as I imagine she would've been if I'd actually given her an orgasm. My phone sounded its second morning alarm within my inventory, demanding I wrap up whatever I was doing and get ready for work, and so I stepped back, contenting myself with two very pleasant, very enjoyable orgasms. I'd get me some cowgirl pussy later, maybe even this afternoon, but...

I watched with a fond grin as the other cowgirls began to gather around the one I'd just covered in spunk, and then started licking the cum off of her.

Something about the two tongues on the cowgirl's cock told me she'd still be getting her fair share of orgasms soon enough.