Moooooo

“Moooooo,” was all Goddess could manage to get out of her now, vocabulary shot from what Cryptid had done to her. Even knowing it wasn’t what she wanted to say, she could fight the pleasure she got from the sound going from her throat to her lips, each time getting more and more feral. She tried shutting up, not wanting to subject herself to further humiliation as her former subjects looked on. But it wasn’t long until she couldn’t help herself, another long and drawn out “mooooooo” despite not even wanting to say anything

She expected the capes gathered around to strike at her, attack, but she wasn’t even allowed that dignity. Some sneered, others took photos, Breakthrough approached closer.

“It’s a bit much, don’t you think,” the blonde one said, casting a look at Cryptid.

“Relax,” Cryptid started “you wanted her taken care of, she’s taken care of. Besides, her mind is already washed, she can’t even tell what’s going on now.”

That was a lie. Goddess was very aware of what was happening, she just had no way to stop it. “Moooooo,” she tried to explain, to call out Cryptid’s lie.

“Hm,” the blonde said, V something or other. “The Wardens will need to verify that before we start discussing how to revert her but I believe you for now.”

“Uh, should we get her a towel?” the one with the patchwork costume asked. “She’s kind of…leaking.”

And she was right, Goddess had been helplessly lactating ever since she’d fallen on her butt, milk dripping down her tattered costume. Just thinking about it seemingly made her breasts fuller, heaving and begging for anyone at all to touch them.

“Let her,” a Damsel said. “Why should we have to take care of her?”

“Because we did this to her. It’s our responsibility,” V-something said. It was hardly fair that this supposed hero’s breasts were huge as well and not subject to leaking milk through her costume.

“Whatever,” the damsel said.

There was a bright flash and then one of them changed into someone crimson. Orange motes danced near the ground of Goddess’s knees until solidifying into some sort of contraption with funnels and a trough at the bottom.

“It’s the best I can do until we get this sorted,” the crimson one stated. Meanwhile another one of them with a bad haircut had not stopped staring at her chest since she fell and her cheeks were starting to flush. Honestly, it was more embarrassing to find his gaze embarrassing than being topless, as if there was any chance in hell he’d be touching her.

“Mooooooo,” Goddess huffed out, shaking her head some. Milk flowed down the funnels into the trough. Other capes were starting to approach but V-something got to them first, telling them to disperse. Some shouted, others made threats, many took even more photos, but the crowd started to thin, or at least not be so close. Goddess was thankful for V-something in that regard at least, protecting what very little was left of her dignity.

Her tail, long and with a bushy bit of fur at the end, kept swatting at her own ass, which had burst out of her clothes and spilled out onto the grass. The seats didn’t hurt, but they were persistent and enough to tickle. Her horns had thankfully stopped growing, the feeling of them heavy on her head. Her blonde hair had stopped too but was so long it reached just above her tail.

“Mooooooooo,” Goddess let out again, unable to hold it in any longer, head lolling back and chest shoved forward, her arms used to support her. That one felt amazing, a light smile of pleasure gracing her face.

“So. What the hell do we do with her?” the Damsel asked.

“Let’s brainstorm until the Wardens get here,” V-something said. “Regardless, her time as a supposed Goddess is over.”

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How does Breakthrough deal with the former warlord? Do they send her to a farm to help with Gimel’s cattle supply issues? Do they send her to Shin as goodwill, earning a multitude of rations? Maybe they decide to keep her to keep a closer eye on her, not trusting that she won’t fall into the wrong hands and she becomes an office pet for them? More experimentation with the Wardens? Ashley remarks on how she could use fresh milk with her coffee each morning.