Milk the cowgirl for information.

You want to wrap your arms around the quivering cowgirl and tell her every thing will be alright. You want to protect her, the way you failed to protect Olive. Then you remember the poor little pretty plump octogirl suffering for the same secret as Little Miss Milk Maid, and you remember what you are up against. If she wants to lie down with fascists, she can pay the price for it.

"Alright, enough with the fish lip routine! That won't work on me, and if you do manage to make me cry, I'll totally tattle on you out of spite." The moment the threat leaves your lips you see Krissy stop quaking and stand stock still. She doesn't even breathe. You realize you have crossed a line you can't take back, and maybe not just with her, but that only makes you that much more determined to push forward. "Oh, I see that got your attention. Good. Because whatever hold you think you have on me is shit. I am both royalty and slime, which means I am both better connected than most of the bitches in Karin's Kennel Klub, but I also don't have a reputation to tarnish. So I can expose you to a TYRF that you are helplessly in love with and who can literally punish you for all eternity and make you thank her for it, or you can tell me everything you know about the TYRFs!"

You see Krissy's face shift from shock to sorrow to something more sinister. You are still pretty sure you have her right where you want her, but you do wonder why her first response to black mail is to bare her massive melons and walk towards you pulling on her thick three inch nipples. You are about to mumble a word of reproach, but it's hard to form the words with your tongue lolling and your eyes bulging to focus on the beads of sweet cream forming at the ends of her teats. You try to take a step back, but you hit the wall, wondering whether you should try to slip out from between her legs or let this play out and see what trick she is trying to play.

You wait one second to long. The moment you feel her thick nipple punture your shoulders you realize what her game is. Had she been trying to hurt you, the pain would at least be a good focal point for going liquid and regrouping at a safe distance. Unfortunately for you, she penetrates you with illicit intent, and your body responds with regrettable relish, forming to hungry holes that start squeezing the sopping shafts and pulling in gushing gouts of her druggy drink.

It is one thing to read about the side effects of cowgirl milk hidden in the HTML of Chief O' Hara's internet safety tips, and quite another thing to feel it coursing through you. It hits like a shot of tequila and a heavy hit of primo...it morphs into a molly beautiful buzz with all the energy and crazed confidence of a cocaine binge. If this is the first glug, you don't want her to empty what feels like gallons in her gigantic milk bags. You try to pull away, but your body is slow and sluggish, and Krissy uses your hesitation to squeezes her throbbing tits and send an even bigger spray of sublime splendor deep inside you.

You forget why you were trying to pull away. Why would you do anything but milk this mommy for all she's worth? Your slime starts form lips at latch onto her swollen supple skin to better nurse her nipples. Krissy smiles and coos, able to get high on her own supply with your empathic ability, but for some reason it doesn't seem to be hitting her as hard as it hits you. You would worry that you are getting wasted and washed away under a torrent of dreamy draught, but the waves of pleasure crash down and crush your concerns. Your murmurs are muffled by Krissy's kisses. It's odd...wasn't she mad at you? So why is she kissing you so deep and dirty while flooding you with her joy juice?

It dawns on you too late that she's killing you with kindness. You feel her corrupting cream fill your slime, more than you can possibly absorb. Instead, it begins to change you, making you milky white with the texture of pudding. You try to scream, but her tongue is too busy lapping you you up so that soon, you can't tell where her fiendish fluids end and you begin. By the time she breaks the kiss and pulls out her no longer gushing G cups, you can barely hold yourself together, much less worry about what will become of you now that you are at the mercy of a diabolical dairy dealer.

You just lie on the floor, fucked up and flying as Krissy crows, "So, you were going to **** me, were you? That's too bad. I might have been able to help you if I could have trusted you to keep my secret. Buuuut, since you are the kind of snake that would sell out a sister, I guess I have to keep you too doped up to tell Karin anything. Don't worry, though, I won't spill your secret. I'm not cruel enough to out someone who's only crime is falling in love before she figured out the score. I'll keep you as my pet, but I won't let anyone hurt you. Now why don't you ask me to eat your heart like a good girl and we can wash it down with a glass of warm milk?"

You hear garbled words of surrender, see Krissy reach in your creamy chest and pull out a glowing green heart that looks a little tarnished and fading. You feel your fear melt away and love fill its place as she greedily gulps down your heart. You don't even mind ending up a thrall's thrall as long as she lets you nurse and nuzzle. You do feel a little guilty for threatening her, but you know you'll find a way to make it up to her in...