Research

Eve wrote her findings. Training was split between actual training and research about Milk's properties. She remembered that she was intent on cataloging everything about 'Beasts' that she could find out, and it was a perfect opportunity while she had one in such a favorable position. However, part of her was worried that she was just making excuses to feel the pleasure of drinking directly from the breast once more.

Attempt two: 'After the second time I can definitely say that I feel the effects. The closest thing I can relate it to is a ****. When drank in that form, gently cradled I get an immense sense of warmth and comfort and I can feel my mind slipping for the duration. Only when I am separated by her by **** do I slowly begin to regain my senses. The after effects? I am not positive. I feel different towards her, but not by much. From the beginning I liked her and wanted to protect her. Maybe it's just those feelings getting stronger due to the connection?'

Attempt three: 'The odd thing is, when I drink her milk that has been squeezed into my mouth, or even into some other container and drank the effect is not the same. In terms of benefits it is actually exactly the same. I feel invigorated even after a full day of training. I feel stronger, like it is imparting some of her strength on me. But... It is unsatisfying. I was trying to understand how this all worked and come to some sort of consistency so I tried again. She seems to always be happy to provide. Eager, even. She has been treating me differently as well. She is more stern with me, where before she was easygoing. It may just be a result of the training. She has an interest in my growth...'

Attempt four: 'I do not feel like I am addicted. In terms of needing the milk, I do not feel like I need that. I do not crave it. What I seem to crave is her. Can you be addicted to a person? I do not think so. What this could simply be explained as is closeness and affection. Drinking from her breast is an inherently sexual act, even if it is treated wholesomely by her. What is being felt must then just be closeness I am feeling towards her more and more, like a couple. Not an addiction. I have been opting to replace my breakfast with her breast for the sake of research. I feel better and closer to her every day.'

Attempt five: 'I have to admit now that there is a problem. It is not closeness as I thought. This morning I happened to be called by the Master at the Sect to answer some questions about my progress. Even just the hour or so when I skipped my morning meal made me feel need. All I could think about was her. If I was simply desiring closeness to someone I liked it would not be like this. Thus, I have come to the final conclusion for these notes that the milk itself is harmless, but the act of drinking from her breast is enthralling me. I will avoid drinking from her like that from now on and record any withdrawal symptoms.'

Attempt six: 'To my surprise there was no withdrawal. It was just... The feeling of longing for someone. No sweats or physical effects. I simply wish to be near her and that is not so bad. I feel like the answer to the question of effects and symptoms can be more clearly described as 'instilling an obsession.' In someone. I feel more attentive to whatever she wants and I want to please her. Receiving praise is exciting. Every day it is like that. I do not feel the feelings dying down at all. How long could it take? I was not able to find out because after a few days she asked why I was not drinking like before and offered. I was too weak to decline so I drank and now I can tell that each time I fall for her more deeply. At this point I feel like it is already too late for me. Milk is actually a really good person. Beautiful, charming and strong, and she wants to raise me to be like her. What more could I ask for?'

Synra stared at you blankly. You felt like you just woke up and she looked like she just finished reading something gross.

“You are actually just a hopeless child, aren't you?”

“W-what?”

“At least 'die' to different monsters each time.”

“Oh...” Your heart sunk.

“Because it was Minotaurs again.”

“Still.” She leaned on her hand.

“We figured out some good info. The Girls can be just as dangerous as the men. Live and learn.”

“So did I-”

“You got completely enthralled. I don't know if I would call it a bad end, but it isn't exactly what I had in mind. I need you to get stronger and return to the temple. That Milk chick is strong enough to help you, so it's good for me, but I can't let you become her thrall because...” She paused, letting that sentence trail as a smile crossed her red lips.

“I'm your daughter.” You guessed timidly.

“That is so true! You are so smart, Eve. I am so happy that I created you.” Synra complimented.

“If it's important for me to follow your plan, why don't you let me remember anything from here?”

Synra nodded, lifting a finger as she explained. “Those crafty cultivators will notice any of the intent this version of you has. It would leak off of you. You're a good girl and you want to do right by me. They would never accept that. Also, any knowledge of the Library or other aspects of my realm would have the same effect.” She huffed.

“Believe me, it's annoying for me, too.” She disappeared from her desk and appeared beside you, wrapping her arms around you and burying her face in your chest. Oddly, the hug and the affection felt cold and the feelings of familial love you felt from it rang false, like they were written very shabbily and quickly into your mind.

“In here you are my perfect little puppet... I would give so much to unleash you out there. So much.” She released you and waved a hand.

“But... I can't. So I will just have to guide you like this. Continuously bringing you back is within my ability so I can guide you like that along the correct path.”

“How is it within your ability, Mother?” You asked curiously.

“Can you warp time?”

“It's more like... Reality. The three of us siblings created a device-”

“That other project you showed me?”

“Don't interrupt.” She glared.

“S-sorry.” You lowered your head.

“Yes. That other project. You will be a part of that soon. We're waiting for one more special guest to kick the bucket and when that time comes you can help moderate the special world we build.”

“When will that happen?”

“Could be today. Could also be a loooong time from now. We can't interfere with that one unless they contact one of us, first so it's just waiting. All things die, Eve, so it's a matter of time. It's no object to us.” She licks her lips and grins maliciously.

“Anyway. Get back.”

“Yes mother.” You bowed your head.

“Good girl!” She waved as your consciousness faded.

You blinked and were brought back to the point of decision, though you had no memory of a decision being made before, or a bad end or any research. You simply felt a strong inclination to choose to leave the matter of Milk's breast.

“Maybe... We don't try to experiment. I'll stick to training.”

“I understand!” Milk said just as cheerily as if you would have accepted, likely. You chuckled.

That night, after training you pondered going back on your desire to research the 'Beast' that was Milk. If you thought about it, it was a perfect opportunity. You tapped your notebook lightly, casually opening it to the last page you remembered writing. Your eyes caught a glimpse of further writing. Things you did not remember experiencing or talking about. The secrets of Milk's effect on those who drank from her breast laid out in your writing style. They were your notes but they described a reality that hadn't happened. You chose differently.

“W-what?” You uttered in complete confusion. You quickly closed it,a s if you were looking at something forbidden.

'Why would I have notes from things that have not happened yet unless... They did happen. They did happen and I wrote them down as notes. But then things changed somehow, for some reason. Everything must be different but it's like whatever changed it forgot about the notes... This is crazy.' You rubbed your forehead, feeling a migraine come on.

“I should be writing down more of the things I do just in case. From now on, even things that happen to me will be written down and I'll look at this every day to see if anything new pops up.” You opened the book after that resolve and were shocked to see additional pages added.

“Already? I-I mean... Of course it would be like that... But there was ****. Did anything else happen today?” You suddenly remembered a conversation at the end of the training.

-

“You know...” Milk began. She looked hesitant to even be speaking. You had just told her you were not going to pursue drinking from her breast anymore and your training concluded.

“What is it? Something wrong?” You asked attentively.

“Even if I train you like this, what we're gonna be fighting is a pack of Centaurs. You saw how fast that guy got turned against his friends. They aren't easy opponents. I think that... It's possible that me beating on that guy and letting him go made it clear to them that they need to come here in full ****.”

“So... What are you suggesting? That we shouldn't have saved them?”

“Actually, I'm really proud that we did that. I'm just thinking that there's only so much we can do. There's only so much I can do to save you if things get rough.”

You placed a hand over Milk's. She was shaking at the thought of losing you. “So far we've tried doing what's right. I think this is a good chance. Doesn't it sound good to help these people? We'll give Minotaurs a better name. The women, at least.” You winked.

“You're right! I'm thinking too hard. We just gotta win, right?”

“Right!”

-

You were almost too scared to read ahead, but it means that something happened as a result of choosing to help. You began to look over the notes.

'Centaurs are tribal and very territorial and I understand it now because I am one. Oddly... I kept my sanity but lost something else. It is an odd feeling. I remember who I am and who I was but the loyalty I feel towards my tribe can't be overridden. It is like a complete in-group transformation. It took a lot of strength to convince my brothers that Milk would follow me, regardless of what I was. She is not an enemy, even though she was a fierce opponent during the fighting and caused the most casualties. It pains me even now to think about them dying to her, and I have to fight my instinct of being vengeful. The ones who join the tribe with me are Cai and the Master, Saedi. Other than that, many of the other women also fell, because they were the main targets.'

'Once a tribe has enough women, taking on more and more hosts becomes simple. Centaur offspring look like horses from my world and are essentially the perfect bio-weapon. The way the transformation works, it's quick and painless. In fact, it feels quite good. The pleasure makes it so hard to fight once they have you. I felt it when it happened. The head opens up and tendrils grab. There is a barbed one that is very special. It slaps your spine at the base and latches on and with that your nervous system has already been hijacked. Of course nobody in this world would get those terms so it may as well just be magic to them. As you're pulled in, the creature is already metabolizing the parts that are to be removed. So far as I could tell, I stopped feeling any of my human lower half about an hour after I was sucked down to my waist. My lower half feels natural to walk with and my body feels incredibly powerful. The transformation unlocked some of my former body's potential so now I am engaged to the Centaur chieftan. He is powerful, the reason Saedi fell first and the main reason we lost to begin with.'

'There is something about this new body and it's feelings. The power that the Chief holds is intoxicating. I have a distinct sense that I don't want to surpass him. I want to give him my strength and produce his heirs. According to him, since I am strong, I can impart portions of my strength into our children within me and produce actual Centaurs, instead of the Neonate Centaurs that need to find a host. Apparently he is a result of this type of arrangement. I am not unhappy about it. In fact I am pleased that my children can be strong members of the tribe and eventually succeed their father. Milk is sullen about my new lot in life, but I could not be happier.'

There is a pause of something like a day, then the notes continued. 'The sex is unreal... I feel like I lost my mind at some point. Being mounted like a horse and fucked like it. I can not adequately describe it. It goes without saying that I am now carrying the Chief's child. As he suggests, I am imparting parts of myself to make our child stronger. As I do this I feel like parts of myself are slipping. My intelligence. My strength. I am losing my desire to continue writing like this. I think I will put these notes down after this and focus solely on my husband and child.'

Eve closed the notebook. She was sweating, and a little horny. It was not that she wanted that to play out but she had to admit that reading it and experiencing it were different matters.

'I became a wife and a mother? At least Milk was still at my side... Becoming a Centaur changes your mentality completely. There is basically no defense against it when it happens... Did the me from these notes underestimate that, or is this fate unavoidable to begin with if we decide to try and help Saedi and Cai. I feel nervous and sick, now. This is what waits for me potentially but doesn't knowing this also inherently change things?'

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