Interlude: 20 Miles from the Big Titty Zone

The trio traveled for hours, chatting and teasing one another, navigating the not-so-perilous route to the road. The sacred spring was located in a fairly innocuous part of the countryside, so they little trouble actually making their way by foot save for the occasional hillock or outcropping.

They made no contact with fellow travelers, though they occasionally saw the light of a caravan off in the distance. Now that dusk was upon them and the sun nearly set, those caravan fires seemed to dot the horizon.

But Grimm, Buttercup, and Morag had declined to pursue those fires. Instead they'd set up camp in the shadow of a hill, close enough to a small copse that they could gather firewood.

"We could meet up with one of the caravans, see if we can trade for food or water," Grimm suggested. He shivered despite his fur; nightfall had brought with it a sudden chill. He was making a campfire, and was eager for its warmth.

Morag waved him off. "I bottled a bunch of water before we left," she said, "enough to last us another week or so. We'll be fine until we get to the Big Titty Zone." She was of course referring to the bovine nation that lay 20 miles or so away.

"But what about food?" Grimm asked. "I mean, we're doing okay, I guess, but we only have enough for two people, not three."

"I have some ideas about that, actually," Morag said, raising an eyebrow. She glanced over at Buttercup, who was busy laying out bedrolls.

The fox looked at Grimm. Grimm looked at the fox. They both nodded.

Moments later...

"F-fuck...!" Buttercup shuddered, gasped, moaned, rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, as Grimm and Morag suckled her breasts. The cow's sweet bounty dribbled down their cheeks and chins; they gulped down mouthful after mouthful, squeezing and kneading her enormous tits to stimulate further milk flow. The lovely bovine was totally nude and, despite the chill of the night-air, beaded with sweat, her bangs plastered to her forehead. She squealed with delight at her companions' sucking -- it was obvious that she hadn't been milked since before Grimm fought Sigrid, and she must have been uncomfortable. It pleased Grimm to relieve his lover of her burden, and it pleased her to be relieved. This fact made the bull hard despite what had happened between him and Morag earlier that day.

"M-milk me," Buttercup moaned. She steadied herself so she could lift up one hand and run it through Grimm's hair. Then she did the same with Morag, encouraging her new lover to take as much milk as she could. "I have... so much..." Buttercup let out a flurry of pleased sounds as her lovers took her up on her suggestion and suckled harder. She had so much milk, and she was so eager to give it to them.

Grimm and Morag sucked on Buttercup's nipples until they'd had their fill. They slumped to the ground, panting, full. The happy cow collapsed between them.

"Oh, yeah," she purred. "That was nice..." She was grinning that goofy grin of hers.

Grimm scooted in closer and wrapped her up in his arms. "Thank you, B," he said, before pressing his lips to hers. She cooed happily and kissed him back.

Morag rolled her eyes. "Sheesh, get a room..." She trailed off as she noticed Buttercup's ass. It was so big, so juicy... it rivaled her own, and she was definitely no slouch. "Fuck..." Her voice was practically a whisper. The fox's heart fluttered. Something took over. She couldn't help herself --

Buttercup yelped as Morag spanked her, sending one of her thick ass cheeks into a jiggling frenzy. "Morag!" she cried, giggling. "What are you --"

Morag spanked her again, then again. "I'm sorry!" she exclaimed. "It's just -- it needs it...!" She suddenly dropped down and brought her face up to the red blush she'd given Buttercup's butt cheeks. The fox covered those spots in kisses, worshiping the cow's huge butt with her lips.

Buttercup giggled and squirmed. "Morag!"

Grimm grinned. "Didn't Morag tell you, B? She has a spanking fetish." He could see that the fox was blushing. "Maybe you should return the favor."

Buttercup smiled sinisterly. She squirmed out of Morag's grip, causing the fox to fall to the ground, and then quickly crawled around her. Before the fox could protest Buttercup hiked up her companion's loincloth and delivered a sharp smack to her rear. The fox's cheek rippled in response, accompanied by a gasping moan from the shrine guardian.

"Oh... wait...!" was all Morag could get out before Buttercup spanked her again. The fox moaned, tongue hanging from her lips, as her new companion punished her butt cheeks with her open palm.

The cow moved to her hands and knees. She thrust her ass out and shook it with a hypnotizing wobble. "Hey, baby," she cooed, looking at Grimm. "C'mon, spank me!"

Grimm did as he was told. He moved behind Buttercup, lined up his hand, and slapped her ass. Buttercup giggled wildly as she spanked Morag. Grimm kept spanking Buttercup, who treated Morag in kind, for several minutes.

The night was alight with the echoing moans and gasps of Grimm's companions.

Finally Morag couldn't take it anymore. Whether she came or was close, Grimm couldn't tell, but she collapsed in a heap in front of Buttercup. But the cow wasn't done with her new friend just yet. With a sly grin Buttercup dropped forward (hiking her ass up in the air) and planted her face in Morag's crotch. The fox didn't even have to think about it: she wrapped her slender legs around Buttercup's head and held her in place, allowing the cow to service her.

As she orally pleasured her new friend Buttercup reached back behind her and patted her own butt. Grimm understood what she wanted. He moved himself in position and maneuvered his huge cock up to Buttercup's ass. She spread her cheeks just enough for him to fit between them, and then she mashed them together to hold his cock in place. The cow moaned into Morag's dripping crotch as she hot-dogged her bull, working his cock with her thick ass.

Morag was running her hands through her hair, clawing at the dirt, doing anything and everything to redirect the waves of pleasure surging through her body. It only took a few minutes of eager ministration for her to cum. Morag let out a loud moan as she came; Buttercup dragged it out by continuing to service her.

Grimm came, too, blowing a huge, hot load across Buttercup's back. Buttercup moaned happily and fell forward, pressing herself fully into Morag's body. But Morag wasn't ready to cradle her bovine lover just yet: she gently lowered Buttercup to the ground and then rolled around her. Morag then crawled on top of Buttercup and moved slowly along her spine, pressing her face into the cow's back. The fox eagerly lapped up the thick globs of semen Grimm had deposited along Buttercup's back. She swallowed each drop, taking care to tease the cow's sensitive flesh with her tongue. She chuckled slyly when she got to Buttercup's butt. After licking up the last of Grimm's cum Morag began kissing and licking Buttercup's ass cheeks, occasionally giving those pillowy assets a light slap. Clearly Morag didn't just have a spanking fetish -- she had an ass fetish, as well. Morag nuzzled Buttercup's ass cheeks, worshiped them, kissed them... Finally, when she was ready, Morag rolled off of Buttercup and lay beside her, feet near the cow's face.

Grimm moved away from his resting lovers. "Wow," he said softly, finding a place beside Buttercup to lie down, "that was... great." Buttercup cooed happily; Morag gave a lazy thumbs up. "Fuck..."

"So, like, do you guys just constantly fuck, or what?" Morag asked after a minute or two of silence.

"Pretty much!" Buttercup responded, beating Grimm to it.

Grimm responded anyway. "We, uh, we get bored a lot." He winked at Buttercup, who giggled. The bull teasingly reached over and cupped Buttercup's butt, gave it a light squeeze. She purred happily.

"Nice." Morag put her hands behind her head and looked up at the stars. "A girl can get used to this, huh?" She was wearing a big, earnest smile different from the ones she'd worn earlier.

A while later...

Grimm was lying on his bedroll, looking up at the stars. His eyelids were heavy. He'd had a long day. They all had.

It wasn't just his exhaustion or the warmth of the fire that carried him off to sleep, however: it was the two beautiful women who'd curled up next to him and fallen asleep. Buttercup was at his left side, resting her head on his shoulder, one hand loosely gripping his. She'd curled up against him first, eager to cuddle once she was sleepy. They'd smooched for a few minutes, Grimm eager to thank her for saving him (although he planned on making it up to her more fully later).

Buttercup had been asleep for a while when Morag joined them. She'd tossed and turned on her bedroll, unable to sleep. She'd spent time away from the shrine, she'd told him, but never for very long, and the thought of taking such a long excursion kept her awake. With a huff she'd scooted up to Grimm (pushing her bedroll against his) and rested her head on his stomach. The bull draped his arm over her, covering her torso. It was nice, she'd said, being like this. Grimm could swear he'd seen her smile as she fell asleep.

That was a while ago. Grimm was still asleep, but not for long. He'd been watching the stars, thinking about what was to come, and although he didn't know what lay ahead he found within himself a curious lack of anxiety. Come what may, he was happy. He was warm.

The great bull fell asleep embracing his cow and his friend.