Bordertown, Part II: Making Love

Buttercup yawned and stretched. "Grimm, I'm getting sleepy," she muttered. It had been a little over an hour since they finished their meal. They'd ended up eating another basket of fried chickpeas -- Buttercup had scarfed down more than her share ("They're my favorite!" she protested through a mouthful of food). And it turned out that Morag was a bottomless pit when it came to alcohol ("Listen, you fuck, do you know how much ceremonial wine I've had to drink? I have the tolerance of a motherfucker."), so they'd ended up imbibing more than they'd meant to. Now they were sated, full, and tired, and the prospect of spending the night in such a cozy little inn was a tempting one.

Grimm asked Millie for a room ("Sure thing!" she happily declared, grabbing a key off of the wall). The room was cheap -- five silver pieces -- and they had it until the next night. Millie was certainly generous when it came to her prices. The bull paid for the room and led his companions upstairs to their room.

When they got to their room Grimm immediately set down their provisions and flopped onto the bed. It was thick and sturdy and shook only slightly as he dropped his considerable bulk down onto it.

Now that he was nice and comfy, Grimm took a look around the room. It was a fairly standard room for an inn of this size -- not too cramped, but not luxurious, either. The walls were sparsely decorated, adorned with cheap paintings and candleholders. The small table was decorated with a modest flower arrangement. The bed was comfy but pragmatically built, not the kind you'd seek out but a welcome sight to any weary traveler. Plus, it was a little cramped... it was definitely a good thing that Grimm, Buttercup, and Morag were so comfortable with each other.

"Wow," Grimm said, looking up at the ceiling. "I didn't realize how tired I was until just now."

"Me toooo," Buttercup said wearily, climbing up onto the bed. Grimm scooped her up in his arms, eliciting a pleased chirp. She nuzzled his chest.

"Ugh, look at you two," Morag said, rolling her eyes. But she was clearly hiding a smile. "Real fuckin' cute." She yawned and stretched. "Make room for the fox." She crawled up onto the bed and curled on Grimm's side opposite Buttercup. "Okay, this is nice."

"Tell me about it!" Buttercup teased. Without saying anything further she hopped off of the bed, tore off her tunic, and tossed it onto the floor. Her shorts soon followed -- Buttercup (either consciously or unconsciously) made a show of bending over as she discarded them, wiggling her fleshy rear in Grimm's direction.

"My goddess, she can't help herself," Morag snarked.

Buttercup returned to the bed with a satisfied smile. "So much better," she purred. "Your turn, Morag!" She reached across Grimm's chest and poked the fox in the chest.

Morag spluttered. "Who said I was --" She rolled her eyes. "Okay, I was definitely gonna get naked." She slowly climbed off of the bed and removed her clothes, and as if to one-up Buttercup she also made a show of wiggling and jiggling her enormous butt in her lovers' direction. Then she climbed back onto the bed, sitting at its edge to give Grimm room.

"I assume I'm next," Grimm teased, and when Buttercup -- and Morag -- both nodded their assent he leaned forward, pulled off the light shirt he'd taken to wearing, and tossed it over the foot of the bed. Then he hiked up his butt, pulled off his loincloth, and sent it over as well. He reclined back into place, and his two companions curled up next to him.

Now all three of them were naked. And tired. And comfortable.

And, as always, a little horny.

It started pretty casually. Buttercup lazily reached down toward Grimm's half-flaccid member, and when it stiffened at her touch she began to stroke it.

"Oh," Grimm sighed, instinctively pulling Buttercup tight against him. "I thought you were tired." He nuzzled Buttercup, who sighed happily at this show of affection.

"I am," she said softly, "but I wanna make love."

Morag, who'd been reading a trashy smut novel she'd found in the bedside table, rolled her eyes. "Seriously? 'Make love?' What is this, a marital aid?"

Buttercup stuck out her tongue at the fox. "That's what I wanna call it." She made a pouty face.

"I'm okay with calling it that," Grimm said, stifling a moan. Buttercup's teasing fingers were already having an effect.

Buttercup made a happy noise. She planted a kiss on the bull's cheek, making him smile. "See? Grimm likes it."

"Yeah, 'cause you're giving him a handjob," Morag teased.

Buttercup pouted. "Stop being mean, Morag."

"Sorry, B." The fox put the book back on the bedside table. "So, umm..." A cheeky smile was forming at the edges of her lips. "So, Grimm, you wanna... 'make love?'" She looked over at Buttercup and winked. The cow suddenly had a smug look of self-satisfaction.

Grimm smiled. "I mean... the night's still young."

"Good answer," Morag replied. Her hand joined Buttercup's, stroking Grimm's shaft.

"Hey Morag," Buttercup said in a low, hushed tone. She was picking up her rhythm now, trying to drive Grimm toward something more... carnal, now that Morag wanted to join her.

"Yeah, B?" Morag mirrored Buttercup's rhythm.

"Ever had your tits sucked?" Buttercup stuck her tongue out at her vulpine friend.

Morag's face flushed. "Uh... no? Don't have much in the way of tits, Miss Dairy Princess."

"You should give it a try anyway," Buttercup said. The hint of a moan rode the tail-end of her speech. She was really getting into it, now, but in a different way: she didn't have the energy for a full-on frenzy, but there was an unshakable passion in every stroke and caress.

"Y-yeah?" Morag said, blushing harder.

"I'm a fan, myself," Grimm interjected. He winked at Morag, and then, without warning, grasped one of Buttercup's breasts and brought it to his face.

Buttercup moaned happily as Grimm took her nipple in his mouth. Doubly so when he began to suckle. "Fuck," she whispered, "that feels so good...!" A little bit of milk dribbled into Grimm's mouth, and of course he eagerly sucked it down. Because she'd been thoroughly milked earlier that morning and the night before Buttercup didn't have much to offer. And despite her big meal she hadn't converted it into milk yet. Tomorrow, though, she'd be nice and full again.

"That does look like it feels pretty good," Morag muttered, blushing.

Buttercup giggled. "Baby," she moaned, stroking Grimm's cheek. She gently pulled her breast away from Grimm's mouth, then took his face in her hands and planted a big kiss on his lips. She started crawling to the end of the bed.

Grimm nearly blushed. Did she just call me "Baby?"

Buttercup looked over her shoulder and winked. "I'm gonna suck your dick now, okay?" She hungrily licked her lips. Before she did what she said she was going to do, though, she stretched her leg toward Morag and poked her in the boob with her toe. Then she poked Grimm in the face, making him sputter. The message was clear.

Morag released Grimm's cock as Buttercup wrapped her lips around it. Still blushing, still uncharacteristically uncertain, Morag scooted closer to Grimm. "Uh, Grimm?" she said, voice wavering a little. The fox drew a finger over her breast. "Umm..."

Grimm didn't need to be told anything more. With a lusty grin he pulled Morag closer and wrapped his lips around her nipple. The moment he began to suck the fox let out a sharp gasp. Her toes curled in response to the bull's eager teasing, every flick of his tongue, every nibble, drawing out another moan. Grimm held Morag close as her pleasured her breasts, and brought his hand down to her ample rear. He cupped one prodigious asscheek and squeezed.

Buttercup, meanwhile, was having fun going to town on her lover's cock. Her nimble fingers danced along his sensitive flesh, occasionally giving his huge balls a gentle squeeze. She coated his shaft in her saliva, took his length in her mouth... But she wasn't trying to make him cum just yet. She wanted to draw things out a little. Sure, she was tired, but she was also having fun, and while she wouldn't have the energy to fuck her bull with wild abandon she definitely wanted to give everyone a good night's sleep.

"Grimm," Buttercup moaned, removing her mouth from Grimm's cock and jerking him. She didn't want him to respond or anything -- she just wanted to say his name.

Grimm was hard at work pleasing Morag with his tongue. His hand snaked around her rear, and when his fingers found her moistening sex he began to please her there, too. Morag let out a lusty sigh (punctuated with a near-inaudible "Fuck") as Grimm's fingers teased her clit and, shortly thereafter, slipped inside her.

The bull wasn't pleased with pleasuring just one of his lovers, though: his other hand grabbed a handful of Buttercup's jiggling ass-flesh. He gave her butt a light slap, making her giggle into his cock, before he went to work pleasuring her with his fingers.

"Grimm," Morag moaned. "Buttercup..."

"Yeah?" Bull and cow responded in unison. This made them both laugh.

"I want... I wanna..." Her fingers went to her lips, and she stuck her fingers in her mouth. A trail of saliva pulled away with her pointer finger. "I wanna suck it, too..." Her face was beet red as she pulled her breast away from Grimm's mouth. The fox crawled down to Buttercup.

Buttercup and Morag took turns sucking Grimm's cock. Whoever wasn't actively making love to him with her mouth used her hand instead. Grimm, meanwhile, was still pleasuring them both with his hands.

"Hey, B," Morag moaned as she jerked the bull off. Buttercup, with a mouthful of cock, looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. "C'mere..."

Buttercup grinned as she took her mouth from Grimm's cock. "Yeah?" she asked, and before she could say anything further Morag took her face in her hands and kissed her. Buttercup's eyes went briefly wide before she settled into the kiss. She closed her eyes and leaned in, exploring Morag's mouth with her tongue. As the cow and the fox kissed their hands went to Grimm's cock and continued stroking him off.

This nearly sent Grimm over the edge. The sight of his companions -- his lovers -- kissing like this was almost too much to bear. But he wasn't ready to cum yet... and neither were they.

The bull barely had time to react before Morag hoisted herself over his dick and brought herself down onto it. She let out a loud, gasping moan as she took his length into herself. "Fuck!" she cried out, drawing her legs up beneath her. She was practically kneeling on Grimm's dick. "Fuck, you're so fuckin' big...!"

"I know, right?" Buttercup teased. "I love it." She rose to a kneeling position and gave Morag a quick smooch before crawling back up to Grimm. When she got back up to the bull, she brought her lips to his. He eagerly kissed her back.

Grimm thrust up into Morag. She gasped again. She began humping him, slowly at first, but building, and when she found her rhythm she planted her hands on Grimm's stomach.

Buttercup grinned down at Grimm. She kissed him, deeply, and then she brought her lips to his cheek, then his neck, then back up to his ear. "Hey," she whispered. She caressed his chest.

"Hey," he whispered back. Morag's fervent bucking made him moan softly into Buttercup's ear.

"Was it okay?" she asked.

"Was what okay?"

"When I called you 'baby.'" She blushed.

"Oh." Grimm grinned. His hand fumbled around until he found Buttercup's. Their fingers laced. He gave her a gentle squeeze. "I liked it... baby." He winked, making her giggle.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah." Grimm suddenly gasped. "Oh... wow."

Morag was getting into it, now. She was moaning wildly as she humped the bull, and by the sound and feel of things she was getting close. So was he.

"I'll be right back," Buttercup said huskily, giving Grimm another kiss. "I'm gonna go get us some water." She looked over at Morag and giggled. "I think we're gonna need it when we're done."

She started to stand up.

"Hey," Grimm whispered.

Buttercup brought herself down to him again. "Yeah?"

The bull planted a kiss on her lips, making her blush. He winked at her as she stood back up.

Buttercup threw on her tunic and shorts and headed out the door.

She stepped out onto the second floor, closing the door behind her. She approached the railing and looked down at the tavern section of the inn. The goat lady was still behind the counter, washing mugs.

Buttercup headed downstairs and headed toward the bar.

"Hi," she said cheerfully, offering the goat a wave. "I'm Buttercup -- Grimm's friend."

"Hello there!" the goat exclaimed. She wore a warm, albeit slightly tired, smile. "I'm Millie." She raised an eyebrow as she looked up at the door to their room. Grimm and Morag were still loudly going at it. "So, umm..." She blushed. "Having a good time?"

Buttercup smiled, blushing a little at the stranger's candor. "Uh, just... relaxing." She giggled softly.

"Well, I think it's sweet that --" Millie stopped and looked toward the door. The chubby bull from the food stand was walking in. "Hi, honey!"

The bull smiled deeply. "Hi, sweetie!" He yawned as he approached the bar, but as soon as he was on the other side he scooped Millie up in his arms and gave her a big hug. He nuzzled her lovingly, making a small, happy sound. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, darling." Millie nuzzled him back.

Buttercup smiled at the whole thing. It was sweet, seeing a couple so in love. When she saw the wedding bands on their fingers her smile grew. "Sorry," she said, "I'll leave you two alone." She started for the stairs.

"Oh! Sorry, sweetheart." Millie released her husband and turned toward Buttercup. "Did you need something?"

"Umm, I was gonna get some water?"

"Sure thing! One sec." Millie filled three mugs with water.

The bull gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You must be hungry, Millie. I'll get started on dinner." He headed into the kitchen behind the bar.

"Thank you, honey." Millie wore a sweet, but goofy, smile as she brought the mugs over to Buttercup.

"How long have you been married?" Buttercup asked.

"Two years," Millie replied, handing Buttercup the mugs. She cupped her own cheek and played with her hair. "I love him so much."

"He seems sweet."

"He's the sweetest," Millie said dreamily.

Buttercup was genuinely happy for the friendly goat. "Good," she said.

"Is your, umm... is your bull sweet?"

Buttercup blushed. "He is. He would never admit it, but he totally is."

Millie giggled, nodded knowingly, and sent Buttercup back upstairs with a friendly "Goodnight!"

Before Buttercup could head through the door a thunderous cry of ecstasy resounded from the other side. She briefly paused as a grin crept over her face.

Morag spilled out of the door as Buttercup opened it. The fox had elected to pull on an oversized tunic, and did not appear to be wearing pants.

"Oh -- hi!" Buttercup exclaimed, nearly slamming into Morag.

Morag was wearing a silly grin. "Hey," she huffed, running her hand through her hair. "He's all yours. I'm gonna drink."

As Morag passed by, Buttercup gave her a smack on the ass. It made the fox yelp as she hopped down the stairs toward the bar.

Buttercup headed inside.

Buttercup's clothes were off as soon as she closed the door. The naked cow crept toward the bed, taking in the welcome sight of an exhausted, satisfied Grimm.

"Hey," she said softly as she climbed onto the bed.

"Hey," said Grimm, leaning up to kiss her. Buttercup nuzzled him.

"How's it going?"

Grimm sighed happily, sleepily. "It's going well. Morag, umm..."

"Had fun?"

"That's an understatement."

They both laughed.

"Hey, Grimm?"

"What's up?" The bull brought his arm around Buttercup's waist and pulled her close.

"Can I ask you something?" Buttercup was blushing, now.

"Of course."

Buttercup poked her index fingers together, thinking. "Umm..."

"Is something wrong?"

"No, but... it feels silly."

"You are silly."

Buttercup giggled. "True!" She paused. "Umm... I was talking to Millie, and I met her husband..."

"Yeah?"

"And... I've never wanted anything like that."

"Me either."

"But..."

"But...?"

"I guess I just wanted to ask..."

"Yeah?"

"Umm..." Buttercup rubbed the back of her neck. "Are you... ugh, never mind. Why can't I just go back to being wacky Buttercup?"

"You can ask me." Grimm teased Buttercup's side with his finger.

Buttercup's face flushed red. "Are you my... my bull?"

"Your... bull?"

Buttercup nodded.

Grimm grinned. "Do you want me to be?"

Buttercup nodded again.

"Do you wanna be... my cow?" he asked. His smile was impish, playful.

Buttercup nodded a third time.

"Then I'm your bull." He grinned.

Buttercup's face lit up. "Yeah?"

Grimm nodded.

"And I'm your cow?"

He nodded again, and reached up toward her. He pulled Buttercup in close, bringing their lips together. They moaned into each other's mouths. As their lips parted Grimm playfully tugged on Buttercup's lip ring with his teeth, making her giggle.

"Good," she said softly. "Umm... and Morag --"

"I was going to ask about that."

"I don't want to be, y'know... exclusive. Is that okay?"

"Are you sure?"

"If it's okay with you..." She blushed. "I still wanna... I like fucking ladies, okay?" She giggled. "And I wanna keep fucking ladies." She sighed. "But I also wanna be your cow."

"I am perfectly okay with this arrangement."

"Really?"

"Of course." He grinned up at her. "C'mere."

Buttercup couldn't stop grinning as Grimm maneuvered her atop him. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked, drawing out minute beads of milk from his lover's breasts. He peppered them with kisses, teasing the soft flesh, drawing out moan after happy moan from the squirming cow. His cow. Grimm blushed a little at the thought.

"Baby," Buttercup moaned, running her hands through Grimm's hair. "I wish I had more milk for you..."

Grimm pulled his lips away from her nipples. "It's okay," he said softly. "I like doing it anyway."

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm." He looked up at her and grinned. "You're my cow!"

Buttercup wore an ecstatic grin the moment those words left Grimm's lips. "Yeah," she moaned. "I'm your cow..."

Grimm held Buttercup steady as he slid down until he was lying flat. He stopped sucking on Buttercup's breasts and gently pulled her body forward until her sex was right near his mouth. "And I'm your bull," he said simply, before pulling her just that little bit closer. His tongue went to work, teasing her clit.

Buttercup planted her hands on the headboard to keep herself steady as Grimm orally serviced her. You're my bull, she thought, squirming on top of her lover, you're my bull...! She felt so close... so agonizingly close... but not yet.

She let Grimm pleasure her a little longer, but she soon wanted more. "Hey, Grimm," she moaned, "remember how we did it at the fortress?"

Grimm moved his mouth away just enough to talk. "Which time?" he teased.

Buttercup giggled. "When we first got there..."

Grimm nodded into her crotch.

In one swift, expert motion Buttercup swung around, moving her sex back over Grimm's face, and dropped down. She pressed herself tight against her lover, drawing her knees up a little so that her feet were on either side of his head. She blushed as she took the bull's cock in her hands and stroked it... then she brought her lips to his shaft and kissed it, before finally taking it in her mouth.

They passionately made love to each other with their mouths. It felt different before... whereas they were both filled with nothing but lust the first time they had sex this way, this time it felt more... intimate. More meaningful.

"Baby," Buttercup moaned, briefly taking her lips off of Grimm's dick. "I'm... gonna cum...!"

"Me too," Grimm moaned. He buried his face back in her crotch; she took him back in her mouth.

It didn't take long after that. They were both getting so tired...

Buttercup gasped into Grimm's crotch as she came. Her juices slicked her bull's face, and he immediately went to work lapping up everything he could. Grimm teased her with his tongue, licking at her glistening folds, at her inner thighs... she shivered at his touch. He nuzzled his cow's soft flesh, planting kisses wherever his lips met flesh. The chilly air of the room cooled Buttercup's juices, making Grimm shiver.

Grimm's orgasm nearly caught Buttercup off guard, she was so lost in the reverie of his affection. The bull shuddered and gasped as he came, issuing wave after wave of seed from his aching cock. The first few spurts of cum spilled from her lips and onto the bed; she wrapped her lips tight around his member to catch the last few jets of seed in her mouth. She tenderly lapped at his dick, teasing him, swallowing what was left of his cum. It was almost... loving, the way she pleasured him.

They licked and nibbled at each other's nether regions for a bit. Buttercup slowly slid off of Grimm, landing softly beside him. She lay there for a moment, dead to the world, before stretching and bringing herself up on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at Grimm and playfully wiggled her butt, teasing him with her jiggling assets. Then the cow -- his cow -- crawled over to him and curled up against him. He wrapped his arm around her and pressed her close.

"How was that?" Grimm asked softly, nuzzling Buttercup's cheek.

She giggled. "Ugh, so good."

"Good." He chuckled.

"You don't have to be my bull if you want to," she said softly, nuzzling him. Her face was serene.

"I wanna be," Grimm replied, giving her a squeeze. "I don't think I've ever really been anyone's bull before." He rubbed the back of his head. "So I don't know what exactly that entails."

"I dunno either," Buttercup said, giggling. "I just like the sound of it."

"Me too." He gave her another squeeze.

Buttercup's hand found Grimm's. She squeezed it. They lay there for a while, coming down from the high of their... lovemaking.

Morag walked in a little bit later. She sighed when she saw them cuddling and holding hands.

"Aww fuck," she said, running her hand through her hair in exasperation, "you two are dating, aren't you?"

Buttercup and Grimm looked at each other and laughed.