The Next Morning (Interlude)

When Grimm awoke, he was lying on a bed, propped up against a mound of pillows. There was a lot of weight pressing down onto him, and for a moment he thought he must be bound again. His eyes opened, lazily, laboriously, to take in the sunbeam filtering through the bedroom window. He immediately realized that it was morning, and that he was again in Tats's bed.

The morning air wafted through the open window. It was cool against his skin, but welcome: he'd spent so much of the previous night in warm milk, pressed against even warmer bodies, and it felt nice to feel a little bit of chill.

As his mind cleared, Grimm realized that he wasn't bound at all. He was holding someone, and being held. He glanced down and saw that Buttercup was curled up next to him, nestling her head on his chest. He reflexively gave her a tight squeeze.

Buttercup wasn't his only bedmate. Tats was lying opposite Buttercup, face mashed against his chest. Her arm was draped across his stomach. Grimm followed the line of Tats's inked-up arm to see that her fingers were nestled in the hair of another cow.

Lennox. She was sleeping on top of Grimm, flopped across his lower body and stomach. She had fallen asleep looking up at Grimm, which would have been sweet if not for the light trail of drool that dribbled past her lips and onto his stomach. She was snoring softly. A big, brown leg was slung over her back. Grimm realized who it was immediately.

...Daisy. This ensemble wouldn't be complete without her. Daisy was sleeping on the edge of the bed, pressing against Buttercup's back. She was holding Buttercup's side; her hand rose and fell with her friend's breathing. Daisy's boobs were too big to squish against Buttercup's back, so she'd opted to let one lay across Buttercup's body... but where was the other? Oh. Grimm suddenly realized that he wasn't propped up against a mound of pillows at all: he was lying against one of Daisy's tits. Her overdeveloped udder was big enough for him to use as a comfy pillow. Daisy's breasts rose and fell in time to her soft breathing.

Grimm's body went slack. He fell into the moment, letting himself be enveloped by these beautiful cows. He wouldn't want to come out and admit it, but he felt some affection for his captors. They weren't like the usual sleazeballs he encountered. It was a nice change of pace.

Tats was the first to stir. She stretched, letting out a long, soft moan. The cow moved her hand from Lennox's hair to Grimm's chest. Her fingers explored his chest, tracing his muscles, fingers curling against his fur. Her eyes opened, and she looked up at him.

"Morning," Grimm said.

Tats stretched some more. "Morning," she replied. She kissed his chest and nestled again. Grimm gave her a squeeze.

It suddenly occurred to Grimm that he couldn't remember how the night ended. "What happened last night?" he asked. "When I... you know."

Tats yawned into his chest, then looked up at him. "Daisy and the others kinda... swarmed you. They made you milk them, and started arguing about who was going to fuck you first. But you sorta passed out before that could happen."

Grimm looked around the room, thinking. "Why would I pass out?" he asked. "That's not really a thing I do."

Tats shook her head. "I think it's 'cause of the ritual. Reese said you must have been so aroused your body couldn't take it. You were, uhh, pretty hard for a while after that." She giggled.

"Wow," Grimm said. "The sooner this ritual thing's over with, the better."

"Reese is gonna want to see you later," Tats said, tracing Grimm's muscle with her index finger. "But not for a while."

"Let's get some more sleep," Grimm said, squeezing her.

"Sounds good to me," Tats said. "Hey, Grimm?"

"Yeah?"

"After you've helped Reese, what are you going to do?"

Grimm thought for a moment. "I've got a job to do."

"You could stay. You'd be surrounded by cows 24/7. Go on little adventures."

Grimm sighed. "It sounds tempting," he said, "but I've been hired to help someone, and I'm gonna make some decent coin off it."

"We've got money." Tats was drifting back to sleep.

Grimm sighed again. She was making a good point. Part of him was willing to abandon his quest and settle in with Reese's Raiders. He looked up at the ceiling, thought for a few minutes.

He made his decision as he fell back asleep.