Like a house on fire!

"Hiiiiiiiiiii! I'm Krissy!" A bouncy, bubbly, buxom cow girl squees at you as she squeezes your flustered face into her chest. You decide to play along, and not just because she has hefer sized H cups feeling so full of milk it makes your lips pucker. Krissy looks like your typical cow girl, fair skin with black spots all over, cute lil' cow ears sticking out of her flowing red hair, and a tiny twitching tail swishing from above her creamy, thicc cheeks. You wonder if the matching cow print bikini is one of Karin's kinks or if Krissy just really embraces the lactose lifestyle. Either way, you intend to play dumb and keep it friendly...for now.

You relucntantly pull away from her perfect pillows and chirp cheerily, "Hi, I'm Willow! Thanks for agreeing to help me in Seduction 101. My last tutor bailed on me and Karin spoke so highly of you." You keep any hint of hatred out of your tone, and you can't help but notice the cute cow girl flinch when you allude to Olive. That look...is it that disgust? Or regret? Maybe even sympathy? It vanishes the moment you mention her heart's holder. Krissy blushes at the sound of her name and is back to bimbo bubbliness in the span of a second.

You take a look around Krissy's dorm, having gotten the room number from Lolly, and are almost surprised how humble and homey it looks. You expected something more fashionable or maybe more facistionable from Karin's thrall than soft pinks and unicorn prints. You can only hope it's a reflection of an echo of the cow girl's kind heart. If Krissy is sympathetic to your cause, she can share more about the inner workings of the warped women's club. It's a big risk, Krissy has to obey Karin's every command after all. Then again, what Karin doesn't know, won't hurt you.

"Well, I gotta say, I'm not so great at tutoring, us cow girls mostly just think about when we're gonna get milked next." Krissy points to her massive milk bags, as if you weren't already staring at the slowly spreading circles surrounded the flimsy fabric barely containing her thick, tube like nipples. She giggles and it brings your eyes back up to her voluptuous lips. "But no worries, Seduction 101 was an easy 'A' for me." Krissy appears to prefer a 'hands on' approach to learning. Before you can react, she has you pinned to a wall with her breasts crushing against yours and her lips caressing yours slow and sweet and sizzling.

You had planned to slow play your serenade and subtle interrogation, but you didn't plan on Krissy's healthy hunger. "MMMM You SHLPP taste good,Willow. MMPHistress made me SLURP promise not to KISS ruin my LICK appetite with you, but SUCK she forgets there's AAH always room for SMACK slime girls!" You are surprised to find the cute chattel has a dominant streak to her. Or maybe it's not even about control? You sense a paradoxical freedom from this ****. She is uninhibited, unleashed, uncontrollably craving and consuming in a way you don't dare to. She hold's nothing back, pounding you to a paste with her hungry hips and sliding her tongue so deep down your throat that she can taste your soul...and you hers...

Your empathic abilities kick into overdrive, whether due to a unique connection to the cow girl cutie or because your strength is growing with your slutiness, you can't say. Then again, you wouldn't want to speak with your mouth full anyway. Especially with the revelations rushing through you like a freight train. You taste Krissy's first slice of cake as she tastes your first tears of shame. You smell the scent of her first spray of stolen succulent suckuscent, shamefully secreted away because 'minotaurs' aren't supposed to smell pretty, and she smells your fear as a girl asks you if you want to play dress up with her. You hear the laughter of her peers as she attends Hades University for Men, **** to prove her 'manhood', especially to herself, and she hears you scream into your pillow because you just can't take the loneliness of keeping yourself locked away inside a shell of a shell. You feel her bullied and brutalized and bimbofied with suckubus milk and spells by her cruel classmates, and she feels you shift from your boymode to the girl inside you. You see her look at Karin for the first time, falling fast and hard and finding out too late she was shackled to a monster, and she sees you look at Olive with love, seeing her as a woman and nothing else.

"You...I...", Krissy stammers as she stumbles back, her memories and yours still tangled like lovers. You are at a loss for words yourself. You never intended for the lovely livestock to suss out your secret, and you certainly never suspected the transphobe's thrall would be a trans girl traveling incognito like you. The question now, is what do you do about it? Sure, Krissy could expose you, but the most you have to lose is your life. She has her heart and soul on the line. You see the fear in her eyes, and get hit with a stab of sympathy. Your soft heart could be your hard downfall. If you show her support now and offer a shoulder to cry on, she might stab you in the back.

On the other hand, if you harden your heart and push your advantage, you might milk this maid for information. It would be cruel, but maybe that's what you have to become to beat these bitches!