Bordertown, Part III: Millie's Dilemma

Earlier that night

Morag sat at the bar, drinking a tankard of mead. The local stuff wasn't exactly high quality, but it hit the spot on a night like this. Fuck, she was drained. The big bull upstairs had really done a number on her. Her body was sore. But she felt fuckin' great. It'd been a while since she sucked and fucked like that, and knocking back some booze before hittin' the hay sounded perfect.

The goat behind the bar was friendly. Maybe a little too friendly. It made Morag suspicious, the way the goat kept eyeballing her, checking her out. And of course she had those gigantic tits. Seemed like every woman Morag met nowadays had to be fuckin' stacked.

"Umm... Miss..." The goat's voice wasn't exactly timid, but it carried an air of uncertainty.

"Morag," the fox replied. "Name's Morag."

"Oh, yes. Umm... Miss Morag..." The goat twiddled her thumbs.

"C'mon toots, just say it."

"Well... are you..." The goat huffed. "I noticed your... amulet there..." She pointed at the pendant hanging from Morag's neck. The symbol of her devotion to the Goddess.

"I'm a priestess," Morag said casually, taking another swig of her mead.

"Oh... that's what I thought..."

"What's up? You need somethin' consecrated?"

"No, I just... umm... would you mind... meeting me here later? After I've closed the bar?"

"Why? What's up?"

"Well... it's a personal problem and I think you might be able to help me."

"...okay." Morag sighed. "But I'll tell you now I'm too tired to fuck."

The goat blushed, her eyes went wide. "Oh, no! Nothing like that!" She laughed nervously, waving her hands in front of her.

"Okay. Can you give me a hint?"

"I just think it's a problem only the Goddess can solve..."

Morag huffed. "Okay. When does the tavern close?"

"An hour." The goat paused. "My name's Millie, by the way." She offered a kind smile. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Morag."

Morag gave her a little smile. "Nice to meet you too, toots." She finished her tankard. "Alright, Millie, see you in an hour."

"Thank you, Miss Morag."

"Don't thank me yet, toots."

The fox headed back upstairs.

Time passed, and Morag rose from the bed. Buttercup and Grimm were asleep: the bull was flat on his back, one arm wrapped around the ditzy cow. They were both naked, of course, though the blanket pulled over them preserved some of their modesty. Morag slid off of the bed and stretched as her feet hit the floor. She pulled on her tunic and grabbed the room key.

She headed out the door, closing it behind her.

Morag headed downstairs and saw that the tavern was empty. The chairs had been placed on top of the tables, and all of the candles were snuffed out. But there was light coming from the kitchen, so she went inside.

Millie was sitting on a counter, drinking from a mug. She turned her head at the fox's approach, saw her, greeted her. "Howdy," she said softly, raising her hand in greeting.

"Hey there," Morag replied. "So, uh... what's with all the secrecy?"

Millie blushed and patted the empty spot next to her. "Do you mind?"

Morag hopped up onto the counter and scooted close to Millie. "What's up, toots?"

"Well... it's a little personal..."

"Everything fuckin' is?"

Millie's blush deepened.

"Does it have to do with your husband?"

"...yes'm."

Morag twiddled her thumbs. A look of concern crossed over her face. "Is... something wrong?"

For a moment Millie looked downcast. She looked at the floor.

"You can tell me," Morag said, gently patting Millie's thigh. The goat sighed.

"It's... a little embarrassing, Miss Morag."

"It's just the two of us, toots," Morag said softly, stretching her legs to get more comfortable. "I won't tell anyone, I promise." As a priestess of the Goddess, Morag took promises like this very seriously.

Millie's cheeks were streaked with red. "Well... my husband..." She sighed. "See, he's just about the greatest guy I know. Treats me like a queen, y'know?"

Morag rested her cheek in her palm. "Oh, yeah?"

"I love fallin' asleep next to him every night and wakin' up to him every mornin'... and I love watchin' him come through through the door... the way his face lights up whenever I go and visit him at his stall..." Millie's eyes were practically sparkling as she spoke of being in love. "I love every day we're together, Miss Morag."

"Do you fuck?" Morag casually asked.

Millie bit her lower lip, blushing wildly. She nodded.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Well... y'see..." Millie looked down at her chest. "I've always had such big udders..."

"Yeah?"

"But... they don't..."

"Turn your husband on?"

Millie looked up at her. "What?"

"I get it. Your husband likes little tits, so you wanna make yours smaller, right?"

"Oh -- no. That's not it at all, Miss Morag!" Millie looked like she was going to burst into flames from embarrassment. "Teifi... he loves my udders, but... they don't..." She huffed, clenching her fists and putting them in her lap. She took a deep breath. "They don't make milk, Miss Morag."

"Oh." Morag was genuinely surprised, and her face showed it.

Millie nodded with shame. "Well... that's not entirely true. They... I think they make milk, but --"

"You can't express it?"

Millie shook her head. "And I know it's silly 'n' all, bein' so concerned about it, but... I've always wanted to make lots of milk." Her feet played over each other. "And it breaks my heart, knowin' I can't."

"Does your husband --"

"He doesn't care. Or rather I should say he doesn't mind. He loves me, Miss Morag, and he doesn't care if I give milk or not. But I want to give milk..."

Morag nodded knowingly. "Got it."

Millie looked up at the fox, wearing a pained expression Morag hadn't seen in ages. "Can you help me, Miss Morag? Can the Goddess?"

Morag gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll do my best, toots." She cupped the goat's cheek and gently stroked it. "Give me a minute, okay?"

Millie nodded. She remained on the counter as Morag hopped off and walked out of the kitchen.

Morag searched the tavern for a private place -- a spare room, a cloakroom, a... closet. She found a storage closet and ducked inside. There was just enough room to kneel.

Holding her pendant and closing her eyes, Morag prayed.

"My goddess, my creator, protector of women, please hear my prayer. Please bestow upon me the skill necessary to relieve your servant of her bounty. Please aid her, bestow unto her peace of mind and flow. Please bless her union."

The pendant began to glow. Morag held it to her breast. Warmth flooded her body, making her smile.

When she opened her eyes, she knew what to do.