Grimm's Brief Excursion to the Sacred Spring; or, When in Doubt, Spank It Out

Grimm awoke to the sight of Buttercup and Daisy curling up on either side of him. Tats and Lennox were nowhere to be seen. The freeing up of Tats's space had apparently prompted Buttercup to switch sides. She was nestling her head on Grimm's chest, one arm draped across his stomach. Her hand was precariously close to his cock, which was already hard due to an unfortunate combination of ritual magic and morning wood. Buttercup's fingers occasionally touched Grimm's shaft, reflexively caressing it. It made him shiver.

Daisy was now pressed fully against him, one leg slung over his, one arm holding tight to his chest. The muscular cow's enormous mammaries squished up against his body, one was lying atop his chest, nipple hovering near Buttercup's face. The other was still beneath him, still a pillow.

The big cow stirred. She reached forward, found Buttercup's cheek, and stroked it. Buttercup made a happy "murr" sound and snuggled closer to Grimm. Daisy then moved her hand to Grimm's chest.

He looked at her. She was awake, eyes lazily flickering open. "Good morning," she said softly.

"Morning," Grimm replied. His arm was well squashed by Daisy's bulky frame, but he managed to move it high enough to run it through Daisy's hair. Daisy sighed happily and shifted her body, causing her breast to move closer to Buttercup's face.

Daisy suddenly let out a soft gasp. Grimm quickly saw the cause: Buttercup had unconsciously sucked Daisy's nipple into her mouth after it drifted too close to her lips. The cow suckled in her sleep, her hand moving from Grimm's crotch to the side of the soft orb.

"B-Buttercup," Daisy moaned, "s-stop..."

Buttercup's eyes opened. She continued to suckle for a moment, only stopping when she realized she wasn't alone and sucking on a disembodied breast. "Oh, hi," she said softly with a swallow. Then she realized where she was. "Oh! Good morning, Daisy!"

"G-good m-m-morning," Daisy replied, blushing heavily.

"Good morning, Grimm," Buttercup said.

"Morning, Buttercup," Grimm replied, chuckling. "Do you know where Lennox and Tats went?"

"Breakfast," Buttercup said. "Tats let me have her spot. It was already warm." She snuggled against the warm blanket beneath her. "You've gotta leave soon, huh?"

"Yeah. End this curse and get paid."

"Tats told me you probably won't stick around after you help Reese."

"Probably not," Grimm said. "Sorry. I've got a lot of work ahead of me. A lot of adventuring."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"After you help Reese, even if you don't stay... will you sleep with me again?"

Grimm laughed and mussed Buttercup's hair. "Yeah," he said softly.

"M-me too," Daisy added.

He laughed again. "Of course." He moved his arms down to their hips and squeezed, pressing the cows tight against him. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

Breakfast came and went. Lennox and Tats brought up some food, and the five of them ate on the bed. Then Lennox led him down to the garden.

Reese was standing in the middle of the garden, totally nude. She seemed to be basking in the light of the sun. When she turned to face Grimm and Lennox, her glasses were totally shrouded in light, obscuring her eyes. It made her look... sinister, for some reason..

"Hey guys!" she chirped happily. Grimm stopped a few feet away from her. "Thanks, Lennox. We're good." Lennox gave Grimm a friendly on the shoulder and walked away.

Reese turned to Grimm. She was smiling. "So! Adventure time."

"Can you really call it that?" Grimm asked. "It's not that far away."

"Eh," Reese said with a shrug, "an adventure's an adventure, am I right?" She scanned the horizon. "It's only a few hours' walk. If you don't fuck it up, you'll be back before sundown."

"Sounds good. Map?"

Reese handed him a map and a small pouch. Grimm took them, looked inside the pouch. There was some food -- to be expected -- and, surprisingly enough, one of the bottle Mars had filled with her milk. There was also a large object wrapped in cloth.

"I don't suppose you're going to give me anything to wear?" Grimm asked.

Reese chuckled. "That won't be necessary. Break the curse, and I'll see what I can do for you."

Grimm sighed. "When I get to the spring, what do I do?"

"Now that you've been purified, you just have to walk to the spring, take out the thing I stole, and chuck it into the water."

"That's it?"

"Hey, I would have already done it by now if it weren't for the whole 'I'm a woman' thing." She paused. "Oh! I forgot something."

"Of course you did."

"Before you throw the object into the spring, you have to say, 'Let the curse be broken.'"

Grimm raised an eyebrow, looked at the horizon. "Ooookay," he said. "Then I'm off."

As he turned to walk away, Reese gave him a hard smack on the ass. She giggled as he looked over his shoulder at her and trod away toward the fort gates.

Hours passed. It was around noon now, and Grimm was tired. He'd been hiking for about three hours now on uneven terrain. His feet were killing him. He sat down on a root to rest, took out his supply pouch.

Grimm snacked on berries as he scanned the forest, looking for signs of the sacred spring. No luck. He reached into the pouch and took out the bottle of milk. He uncapped it and took a big swig. It was delicious! Memories of Mars and the things she did to his body made Grimm hard. Maybe I could knock one out before I enter the spring, Grimm thought, before bitterly remembering that he was currently physically unable to cum.

While he took another drink, Grimm pulled out the mysterious object. It was fairly heavy, and oddly shaped. He set aside the milk bottle and unfurled the cloth wrapping...

...to find a huge, solid gold dildo. It was a perfect representation of a cock and balls. Every wrinkle, every vein, was replicated with incredible accuracy.

"What the fuck?" Grimm muttered. He wasn't an expert on being penetrated, but he had to assume that such an object would be terribly uncomfortable for most. He turned the dildo over in his hand, and when he could make no further sense of it he placed it back in the pouch, followed by the capped bottle of milk.

When he stood up and turned around, Grimm let out another, louder, "What the fuck?!"

The sacred spring was right behind him.

Grimm traversed the spring. It didn't look special, other than the weird air of serenity that hung over the place. Tree cover was sparse. The only sounds was the lapping of the water and the singing of the birds.

The spring itself was beautiful: a small, tranquil pool of water surrounded by nature, fed by a small waterfall.

The mercenary walked to the water's edge and dipped a toe in. Given the weather, it was surprisingly warm. Not "warm" warm, necessarily, but not frigid cold either. He pulled out the dildo, then set the pouch down in the grass. He gingerly carried the dildo into the spring.

When he reached the middle of the water, he stopped. Holding the dildo aloft, Grimm said: "Let the curse be broken."

The spring was eerily calm. Grimm looked around, then cleared his throat. He wasn't being dramatic enough. "Let the curse be broken!" he roared, scaring the birds from their perches. The air filled with the sound of fluttering wings.

"For fuck's sake, I heard you the first time," a woman's voice said from behind him.

Grimm sputtered as he turned around, accidentally dropping the dildo into the spring. It the water with a heavy splash.

"Oh good, just drop the fuckin' thing," the woman said. Grimm saw her standing at the edge of the spring. "That shit's expensive, motherfucker."

The stranger was a fox. Well, fox woman. It was immediately obvious: she was covered in cinnamon fur that became white at the center of her torso and black at her fingers and toes. Her big ears were perked up at full attention; her big, golden eyes were keenly focusing on him, judging him. She was short, much shorter than Grimm, maxing out at around five feet or so. And she was naked.

For the last several days Grimm had only seen cows in the nude, so seeing the fox in a state of undress was a shock to his system. She didn't possess ponderous mammaries like Mars or any of the other cows he'd encountered; no, her breasts were comparatively small, covered in white fur and topped with pert nipples. She was lithe, athletic. The only article of clothing she wore was a necklace with a pendant. Grimm couldn't see what the pendant represented.

"The fuck are you looking at?" the fox asked him. "Do I have something on my face? What the fuck?"

Grimm shook his head, snapping himself out of his funk. "Uh... I was just..."

"What?" the fox asked. "Dicking around, making a mess of the spring?"

"I didn't... make a mess," Grimm said, looking around.

"You littered, you worthless fuck!" The fox pointed at Grimm's discarded supply pouch.

"I was gonna pick it up."

"That's what they all say." The fox groaned. She stepped into the spring and approached him. "Fuck, now I need to see what you just chucked into the water." As she got closer, Grimm's eyes went to her pendant. It was still hard to see what was represented, but it appeared to be a pair of breasts.

The fox stopped in her tracks. "What, do I have fuckin' honey on my tits? What are you looking at?"

"That," Grimm said, pointing at the pendant. "What is that?"

The fox looked down at her necklace, took the pendant in her hands. "The All-Mother," she said, tapping the pendant. "Wait, do you not know who the All-Mother is?" She continued before Grimm could speak. "She's the goddess of sex and love, dude. Fuckin' moron."

"Sorry," Grimm said. "Gods aren't really my thing."

"'Gods aren't really my thing,'" the fox said, mocking him. "What, do you think you're fuckin' cool? Give me a break."

"Sorry."

"Yeah, yeah." The fox walked toward the dildo. Grimm was surprised to see that despite the smallness of the fox's frame she possessed a stupendously thick ass. Given her size, it was a mystery -- how did someone so small have a butt that big, especially when her hips aren't even that wide? Maybe serving the gods had its perks.

"I know you're checking out my ass," the fox said, nearing the dildo.

Grimm's cock stiffened. "Uh, sorry," he said.

"Is that all you say? 'Sorry, sorry, sorry.'"

"Sor --" Grimm stopped. "I'm not used to dealing with... mystical places. I'm Grimm."

"Shocking that you're not used to this shit," the fox said, bending down -- giving Grimm another great peek at her ass -- and picking up the dildo. She inspected it.

"Oh, shit," she said, nodding. "Now I see." She turned to Grimm. "Are you doing that big-titted cow's dirty work?"

"Uh, I guess," Grimm said. "You know her?"

"Yeah, dumbass. I'm the one that cursed her." She paused. "Well, the goddess did. I just, umm... acted on her behalf."

"Why?"

"Because she stole from the goddess!" The fox threw her arms out to her sides. "You don't do that, dude. You don't trespass on people's property and steal their shit." She approached Grimm.

"Did she take anything else?"

"No, just this."

"Then wasn't cursing her a little extreme?"

"Gotta make a point, dude. I don't have a lot of possessions, if you haven't noticed."

"Wait, you live here?"

"Yep."

"Wow."

"Yep."

Grimm paused for a moment. "Do you, umm... like it?"

"Are you asking if I would rather shack up with a bunch of titty monsters, robbing people and slurping cock all day?"

"I mean, you put it that way, but yeah."

"It's not exactly unappealing," the fox admitted, "but I love my goddess and this is how I serve her." She tossed the dildo back into the water. "I'll deal with that later. So let me guess." She folded her arms over her chest. "You want me to end the curse, right? Free that pneumatic bimbo from her plight?"

"I would appreciate it, yeah."

"Why, 'cause she did the ritual and now you're all backed up?"

"...that factors into it, yes."

"Eh." The fox shrugged. "Fine. I can work the fuckin' magic and get it done with like that --" she snapped.

"Awesome," Grimm said. "So if you could just --"

"But I _won't, _unless you do something for me," the fox continued.

Grimm sighed. "Do I need to go on another adventure?"

"What? Adventure? Fuck that." The fox smiled. "No, Mr. Sorry, I'll only break the curse if you make me cum."

"You want me to fuck you?" Grimm asked. His cock was still hard.

The fox regarded Grimm's stiff member. "Did I say that? No, I want you to make me cum."

"...how?"

The fox sighed and placed her hands on her hips. "I'm not super into sucking and fucking, unlike your bovine cohort," she said. "I have... different interests."

"What do you mean?"

The fox walked over to the edge of the spring and leaned forward, planting her hands in the grass. She arched her back and stretched, pushing her butt toward Grimm. She looked over her shoulder at him, grinning. "Go on," she said, wiggling her plump rump, "give it a spank."

Grimm trod over to the fox and placed his hand on her buttock. It was pillowy, soft, inviting. He gave it a tap.

"If that was a spank," the fox began, "then I'll tell you right now I'm not gonna end the curse. You might as well --" Whatever she was threatening went out the window the moment Grimm's big hand slapped her asscheek, hard. The fox let out an involuntary "eep!" as Grimm spanked her again, then again.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed. Her asscheeks bounced and swayed from the sudden impact.

"Like that?" Grimm asked, grinning.

The fox looked up at him. "What, that weak shit?" she asked, panting a little. "Fuck no."

Grimm brought his hand back, then down. He used even more force this time. The fox's ass jiggled mightily at his touch. He spanked her again, and again, and again, harder and harder in small degrees.

The fox moaned, burying her head in the grass. She thrust her ass higher in the air. "Again, you weak little fuck," she moaned.

Grimm obliged her: he spanked the fox with the force of a punch. The moment his palm slapped her buttock, Grimm felt a pang of regret. What if he was going too hard? What if he hurt her?

He was soon disabused of that notion when the fox looked over at him, tongue lolling from her mouth. Sweat beaded her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed red. "You... call that... a spank? Pansy cunt..."

Grimm laughed as he spanked her even harder. He was starting to spank her so hard she was scooting up onto the grass, so he grabbed her with one hand to keep her steady. He hovered over her, spanking her with enough force to send her careening through the air. She didn't, of course, leading Grimm to suspect that she had been blessed by her goddess.

The fox was openly moaning now, gasping with pleasure. Grimm could see faint trails of cum slicking the insides of her thighs. His grin grew larger as he spanked her some more. He remembered something from the milk bath the previous night -- something he saw one of the guards do to Buttercup. Grimm reached down, wrapped his arm around the fox, and lifted her up into the air.

"What the fuck?!" the fox gasped, as Grimm lifted her over his shoulder. He held her like a sack of potatoes. "Put me down, you fuckin' --" She didn't get to finish whatever she was going to say, however, because Grimm brought his hand down on her ass. He held her aloft as he spanked her over and over and over and over again, spanking her until her ass was bright red.

Then: the fox suddenly reached out and gripped Grimm's horns. At first he thought she was trying to attack him or signal that she wanted down, but then he realized what was going on. The fox was cumming. She held tight onto his horns as she began to let out a wave of gasps, punctuated with a series of "Fuck fuck fuck I'm fuckin' I'm fuckin' fuck..."

The fox let out a sharp cry as she came. Grimm's shoulder was slick with her juices. But he wasn't done with her yet.

Grimm held the fox tight as he lifted her off of his shoulder and flipped her over so that her face was to the sky. She was still holding onto his horns.

"The fuck are you --" The fox let out a loud moan as Grimm shoved her crotch-first into his face. Her legs wrapped around his neck, her hands remained on his horns. She arched her back and stretched as Grimm's tongue went to work cleaning up her juices. He teased her moist clit, trying to prolong her orgasm just a little more.

It worked. The fox let out another loud cry of ecstasy. The bull's neck was in a vice grip. He briefly worried the fox would tear off his horns, then realized that wasn't a thing that happened in this world.

When the fox finally stopped cumming, she let her body sag. Her hands fell from Grimm's horns. Her legs loosened their grip on his neck. The only thing really keeping her mid-air was Grimm. He gently lifted her from his body and set her at the end of the spring. Her legs were in the water, but the rest of her was on the grass.

The fox looked unconscious, but soon sat up. She was still panting. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, rubbing her head. "That was fuckin'... fuck."

"Well put," Grimm said. His cock was still throbbing.

"Shut the fuck up," the fox said. Grimm noticed she was smiling. When she became aware that he noticed this, she blushed and scowled at him. "What the fuck are you looking at?"

"Sorry."

"Yeah, yeah... fuck." She was still breathing heavily.

"So... the curse?"

The fox gestured toward the spring. "On the behalf of our merciful goddess, I hereby end the curse," she said casually. "Congratulations, Miss Tits. You can cum again."

"And lactate?"

"What?"

"That was part of the curse. She can't produce lactate until the curse is broken."

"Oh, yeah." She scratched her chin. "Yeah, she should be fine."

"Great." He paused. "Thank you."

The fox smiled. "My pleasure," she said. She looked at his cock. "So, you're able to cum again."

Grimm let out a relieved sigh. "Thank the goddess."

"Want me to suck you off?"

Grimm raised an eyebrow. "I thought you weren't into the whole 'fuck and suck' thing."

"Listen, just because I don't like getting fucked doesn't mean I don't enjoy a mouthful of cum every now and then."

Grimm thought for a moment. It was tempting. The thought of this sexy fox wrapping her lips around his throbbing cock and swallowing his load was almost too much... but he shook his head. "Thanks, but I should be moving on."

"It's your call," the fox said, shrugging.

Grimm climbed out of the spring and walked over to his pouch. He picked it up, slung it over his shoulder. "Thank you for your help."

"No problem," the fox said. "See you around, Grimm."

Grimm stopped. "I just realized you never told me your name."

"Morag." She sighed, smiling. "My name is Morag."

Grimm smiled back at her as he began to walk off. "Well, then, Morag, I'll see you later." He stopped again. "Raincheck on the, uhh...?"

Morag grinned, then licked her lips seductively. "I'll be waiting."

Grimm waved at her as he left the spring and headed back to Raiders HQ.