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A dairy month (Dairy breed Centaur TF)
🕑 Added 2025-03-14 22:55:01 +0000 UTCDing Dong!
“Ugh, why now? Are you expecting someone, milk for brain?” Jonathan rudely asked as he stood up from the couch, leaving Cassy grimacing at his comment. But she composed herself relatively quickly again.
“As a matter of fact, I do not. And I also told you multiple times to not call me that, you insolent two legger!” Cassy responded relatively calm on the outside, but her anger seething through a little bit with her words. Which Jonathan immediately picked up on, turned around and pointed at her.
“Watch it. Talk to me like that again, and you can forget about dinner.” He declared, scratching his head and then walking towards the door again. “Seriously why must all you centaur women be this disrespectful all the time. My roof, my rules. Simple as that!”
Cassy felt her anger skyrocketing once again. She would love to give this man a hoove to his behind, but the interspecies protection bill forbids harming someone of another race. Even the argument that she was half human didn’t fly, as this bill was also made to protect her. Sadly only from physical pain, and not really from mental pain.
These insults were getting out of hand. Yes, she was a dairy breed centaur. What of it? Her milk production was top notch even among minotaurs, with many even getting jealous of her frankly amazing body, skills and looks. Right?!
Jonathan opened the door. “Hello?”
“Hey there, this is Marie from the cultural exchange program. Good to see you again!” A blue furred fox girl stood at the door, greeting Jonathan friendly as she tapped on a board in her hand. “I am here for a private interview with Miss Cassy about her feelings regarding her stay here at your estate, good sir. Do you mind letting me inside and giving the two of us a place to quickly exchange a few words? I promise it will only take like maybe thirty minutes at most.”
Much to Cassie's surprise, Jonathan did not resist at all. “Huh? Err… sure. The living room has more than enough space for you two, even if one of you has a massive behind. I was planning to get some shopping done anyway.”
He then turned around to Cassie. “Don’t do anything stupid while I am away, you hear that milk for brain?”
“Y-yes.” Cassy replied instinctively. Jonathan scoffed, but ultimately left the house. Marie just stared at the door bewildered before turning towards Cassy.
“...milk for brain…?” She asked hesitantly.
“Oh boy, how I have a lot to tell you.” Cassy just shrugged.
—
“That does sound rather bad. And he has been like that for months now?” Marie asked, taking notes on the side. Cassy while brushing her horse side, shrugged as she returned her gaze to the foxgirl.
“Everyday. Guy has no respect for me at all. Ever since he heard that I am working in a milk production facility he has been going on about how stupid I am, how woman I am and how I belong in the kitchen.” She continued with a big sigh. “...and when I try to talk back, he instantly acts like I am a child and misbehaved. Like who in their right mind denies dinner to a grown up in this day and age?”
“Ugh…” Marie looked down at her notes, then back up to Cassy again. “That does pretty much add up with what others have told us about that guy too. Although from a sheer objective standpoint, he might be the ideal host for this program. With a big house, easily accommodating for all sorts of species, a lot of money and very close to the cultural exchange help station, he seemed to have it all.”
“Except a good personality.” Cassy pointed at Marie.
“Yeah. Except a good personality…” Marie agreed. “Sadly he isn't really breaking any laws. I know the exchange bill is still a bit flawed and hasn't really worked out all kinks yet, but technically speaking, he isn't doing anything he isn't allowed to do. Which means I can't really help you from a legal standpoint.”
“That really sucks.” Cassy let out, ready to give up. “Is there really nothing I can do to make this idiot at least somewhat more bearable? I really don't want to leave here. I have a job that I love and everything!”
“Weeeeeell…” Marie looked off into the distance, catching Cassy off guard. “I just said that there was no legal standpoint to get you off the hook. But I do have something that falls into one of those grey areas that the bill just doesn't cover yet, in case you are interested.”
“Fire with fire!” Cassy blurted out immediately, making her full chest jiggle as she almost jumped onto all four of her legs again. “Tell me! Please!”
“I mean, sure. This might be the perfect place to try it out anyway.” Marie nodded, pulling out something from her pocket that had Cassy staring at it immediately. It was a little bottle with bluish liquid inside, yet somehow looking extremely ominous for some inexplicable reason.
“How about it, my dear Cassy, do you want to strike a deal?” Marie asked, much to Cassie's surprise.
“What do you have me do?” Cassy asked, equally worried and intrigued.
“Simply put, I need you to hold down this fort and act as lady of this household. And I am talking both in appearances and in ways of the decisions made here.” Marie clarified, then put the bottle on the table in front of her. “If you can do that, then I can offer you a ways to maybe turn things around on Jonathan.”
“Say no more!” Cassy immediately jumped on the opportunity. “I am sure I can do that! Tell me what I need to do!”
“Alright then, listen closely…”
—
The door swung open with a loud creak, and Jonathan stepped inside, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he kicked off his shoes. He barely spared Cassy a glance before trudging toward the couch.
"I'm back," he grunted. "Not that you'd care."
Cassy, who had been waiting for his return, tilted her head slightly. "Welcome home, Jonathan," she said, making a conscious effort to keep her tone neutral.
Jonathan flopped onto the couch, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV without another word. Cassy studied him for a moment, debating whether to speak. Normally, she wouldn't even bother—any attempt at conversation was met with his usual snide remarks. But tonight was different.
"Rough day?" she asked, shifting her weight slightly.
Jonathan gave a dry chuckle, eyes fixed on the screen. "What do you care, milk for brain?"
Cassy clenched her jaw but exhaled slowly, forcing herself to remain composed. "I was just thinking… maybe I should try to be more considerate." She leaned slightly toward him. "Would you like a beer?"
Jonathan blinked, finally turning his head to look at her. His brows knitted together in surprise. "You? Bringing me a beer?" His lips curled into a smirk. "Wow, maybe you're finally learning your place."
Cassy gave a small, polite smile. "I'll be right back."
She turned and walked toward the kitchen, her hooves making soft clacks against the wooden floor. Once inside, she reached into the fridge and grabbed one of his favorite beers. A dark, rich lager he always insisted tasted "better from the glass."
Then, she pulled out the small bottle Marie had given her.
The liquid inside still had that eerie, almost unnatural bluish hue, and as she unscrewed the cap, she hesitated for just a moment. Marie had been vague on the details, but the promise had been clear: this would change everything.
With a steady hand, she poured the entire contents of the bottle into the massive glass mug Jonathan favored, watching as it mixed with the beer. The color was slightly off… a faint shift toward something darker, just barely noticeable. But Jonathan wasn’t the type to scrutinize his drink. He barely even looked at his food before shoveling it into his mouth.
Cassy stirred it slightly, taking one last glance before stepping back into the living room. She held the drink out toward him.
"Here you go."
Jonathan didn't even bother looking at her as he reached out, grabbing the glass with one hand while keeping his eyes locked on the TV. He took a long sip, then sighed in satisfaction.
"Didn’t think you had it in you," he muttered before taking another swig.
Cassy sat down across from him, pretending to be interested in the show. In reality, she was watching him. Every sip. Every swallow. Waiting.
Minutes passed.
He drank greedily, just as she expected.
Halfway through the glass, he paused for a moment, swirling the liquid slightly. Cassy tensed.
"...Color's weird," he muttered.
Her heart skipped a beat, but she remained calm. "Oh, the bottle had been sitting in the fridge for a while. Maybe it got a little cold residue?"
Jonathan seemed to accept that explanation with a shrug. "Eh. Still tastes fine."
And then, just as she had hoped, he finished it.
It took a good while, but around thirty minutes later and he started dropping.
Jonathan’s head lolled against the back of the couch, his eyelids drooping.
Cassy, still seated across from him, watched with growing anticipation as his movements became sluggish. His breathing slowed. His fingers twitched slightly against his stomach.
Then, finally, he let out a heavy exhale and slumped completely, sinking deep into the couch cushions.
Out.
Cassy sat there for a few moments, making absolutely sure. He was completely unconscious.
A slow, satisfied smile crept across her lips.
“Oh, this is going to be fun.”
—
Darkness. A weightless void.
Jonathan drifted, thoughtless and formless, caught in the comforting nothingness of sleep. There were no sights, no sounds—just the vague sensation of floating.
Then, a whisper.
"I am a girl."
Jonathan’s dream-self twitched. The words came from nowhere, slipping into his mind unbidden.
"I am a girl."
The phrase echoed, repeating softly at first, like a passing thought. Strange. That wasn’t something he had ever thought before. Why would he think that?
But before he could even finish the question, the phrase cut through his thoughts again—louder this time, pressing into his very being.
"I am a girl."
His dream-body shuddered, his chest tingling with a warmth that spread outward. He looked down—only now realizing that he even had a form in this dream—and saw his bare skin ripple, shifting unnaturally.
His pecs swelled, rounding out into soft, heavy curves. Breasts.
His stomach tightened, his waist narrowing. A shudder crawled down his spine as an unfamiliar, empty sensation settled between his legs.
"I am a girl."
No. No, that wasn’t right. That wasn’t true. He needed to push back—he needed to say it, to think it: "I am a man."
But the moment the thought began to form, the phrase slammed into his mind like a hammer.
"I am a girl."
His jaw clenched. He tried again. "I am—"
"I am a girl."
The words cut off everything. They weren’t just thoughts anymore—they were law, overwhelming and absolute. Every time he tried to resist, to remind himself of who he was, the phrase would shut him down, forcing itself deeper into his being.
Then, another voice joined it.
"I am a dairy breed centaur."
Jonathan flinched.
No. That was even more ridiculous. He was not a centaur. He was a human. A man.
"I am a dairy breed centaur."
The phrase slithered into his mind, just like before, repeating over and over until it drowned out his ability to think of anything else.
"I am a dairy breed centaur."
His legs trembled. A strange pressure built around his waist, his lower body stretching, lengthening—his very form warping.
The dreamscape around him shifted. Suddenly, he was standing—no, not standing. He was on all fours.
He gasped, looking back in horror. His lower half was no longer human. A thick, equine body stretched behind him, broad and muscular, covered in soft fur. His new centaur body.
He wanted to panic. He wanted to reject it. He wanted to say—
"I am—"
"I am a dairy breed centaur."
The words swallowed his thoughts before he could even finish. His upper body shivered as the heaviness in his chest increased, his breasts growing larger, fuller. Too full. They swayed slightly with every movement, their weight unfamiliar and unnatural.
No, no, no. This was wrong. This had to be wrong. But every time he tried to grasp at the truth, every time he tried to recall what he really was, the dream cut him off.
The intrusive phrases controlled him now.
Then, a third phrase emerged from the void.
"Milk for brain."
Jonathan gasped as a pulse ran through his body.
"Milk for brain."
His breasts ached. The skin stretched tighter. A strange, warm pressure built inside them, an alien fullness that sent shivers through his body.
"Milk for brain."
The words seeped into his mind like thick honey, dulling his thoughts. His head felt… softer. Slower. Weaker.
Each time the phrase repeated, his breasts throbbed slightly bigger, the weight in his chest dragging him downward. The heat in his mind spread, making it harder to focus.
His thoughts faded.
His body swelled.
The words were the only thing left.
"Milk for brain."
"Milk for brain."
He wanted to fight it. He wanted to think. But every time he tried, the words drowned him.
He could feel his intelligence slipping, piece by piece, replaced by nothing but softness. A warm, simple emptiness. A mind too foggy to form anything but—
"Milk… for… brain…"
Jonathan’s eyes snapped open.
He bolted upright, gasping, his body drenched in sweat. His heart pounded. His breath came in shallow, rapid bursts.
He was back in the living room.
A dream.
It was just a dream.
…Wasn’t it?
—
A sharp, high-pitched scream jolted Cassy awake.
For a moment, she lay in bed, her mind foggy from sleep, but the sound echoed again—definitely feminine, and definitely coming from the living room.
Her lips curled into a smirk. Ah. That didn’t take long.
Stretching lazily, she let out a content sigh before slipping out of bed. With slow, deliberate movements, she trotted toward the living room, savoring every step. She already had a good idea of what she was about to see.
And sure enough…
Standing in the middle of the living room, stark naked, was an absolutely stunning centauress.
Wide hips, long, powerful legs, and a soft, plump equine rear—clearly dairy breed. Her human torso was just as jaw-dropping, with massive, perfectly round breasts, full and heavy, tipped with perky, stiff nipples that seemed almost painfully sensitive. Her waist had slimmed out, her figure exaggerated into the kind of proportions that would make any centaur model seethe with envy.
And yet, Cassy’s gaze immediately flicked to the long, jet-black hair, messy and tangled but unmistakable.
That, and the expression of pure, seething rage.
Oh yeah. She knew exactly who this was.
Cassy leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms with a smug grin.
"Hello there, Jonathan. Had a nice dream?"
The centauress whipped her head toward Cassy, glaring daggers at her.
"What the hell did you do?! What the hell is this?!" Jonathan shrieked, her new, undeniably feminine voice cracking slightly. "Why do I look like this?! Why am I a girl?! Why am I a—"
She stopped mid-sentence, horror flashing across her face as if even saying it was too much.
Cassy tilted her head innocently. "A centaur?"
Jonathan visibly tensed, her jaw clenching. "Answer me, milk for brain!"
The moment the phrase left her lips, her body betrayed her.
A shudder ran down her spine. A pulse of raw pleasure jolted through her chest, straight to her already sensitive nipples. Her massive, dairy-laden breasts grew even heavier, fuller, aching with pressure.
A sharp gasp tore from Jonathan’s throat as she staggered forward, her legs buckling slightly. Her face twisted in confusion, panic, and something dangerously close to pleasure.
Cassy’s grin widened. Oh, that was interesting. That part worked too it seemed.
"You might wanna be careful with that phrase, honey," she purred, flicking her tail as she stepped closer. "I heard that could be a trigger phrase for many new centaurs around."
Jonathan’s breath hitched. She still looked furious, but now her expression was tinged with uncertainty.
"...T-trigger phrase?" she repeated hesitantly, as if afraid of what the answer would be.
Cassy gave a slow, deliberate nod. "Mmhmm. I heard it might make rowdy centaurs a lot more… obedient."
Jonathan swallowed hard. Obedient. The word sent a visible shiver through her new body, her large tail twitching as she tried—and failed—to suppress the sensation.
Cassy let the moment linger, then clapped her hands together lightly. "But enough chit-chat! Let me show you how it works. But first, sit down where you are and wait for me to bring you a change of clothes, milk for brain."
Jonathan’s body reacted before her mind could protest.
A sharp gasp left her lips as her nipples hardened instantly, another surge of pleasure rippling through her as her breasts felt even heavier, more engorged. Her legs trembled, her equine body giving out beneath her as she sank down onto the floor.
Cassy could practically see the war going on behind Jonathan’s eyes. She wanted to fight it. Wanted to stand back up. Wanted to scream at Cassy and demand an explanation.
But her body wouldn’t let her.
Her thighs pressed together, her breathing shallow, her tail flicking erratically behind her.
Cassy’s smirk softened into something more satisfied than smug. Oh, this was going to be fun.
She turned toward her room, flicking her tail playfully behind her as she walked away.
"Stay right there, honey. I’ll grab you something cute to wear."
She wasn’t even sure if Jonathan had heard the latter half of her sentence.
But honestly? That didn’t really matter.
—
Cassy returned to the living room with a neat stack of folded clothes balanced across her back, her tail flicking in amusement. She had handpicked a selection—her own bras, panties, skirts, and dresses—because, really, what was the point of all this if she didn’t get to enjoy it a little?
Jonathan, however, had not moved an inch.
She was still sitting exactly where Cassy had left her, back straight, arms crossed, and an expression that could have melted steel.
Cassy almost laughed—because Jonathan had clearly run into a little problem.
Her arms were folded in defiance, yes, but it was awkward as hell.
She was clearly struggling with the sheer size of her new breasts, trying to cross her arms in a way that wouldn’t press them up too much or emphasize their ridiculous fullness.
But it was impossible.
Even with her best effort, her massive, heavy breasts were squeezed and pushed up by the motion, straining against nothing but the cool air around her.
Cassy let the silence drag for a moment before speaking.
"Well, aren’t you just the picture of confidence?" she teased, setting the clothes down beside her.
Jonathan huffed, her expression not budging. "Forget it. I am not going to wear these things."
Cassy raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And why’s that?"
Jonathan's jaw tightened, her glare hard and unmoving. "You are going to turn me back. Or else."
Cassy just grinned.
"I think my little centaur apprentice forgot who’s in charge around here now."
Jonathan blinked. "Huh?"
Cassy took a slow, deliberate step forward, tilting her head. "It’s very simple. Either you do as I ask of you… or I will force you to do what I want."
Jonathan’s ears flicked back slightly—a reaction she probably wasn’t even aware of yet.
"Y-you’re bluffing." Her voice wavered, just a bit. "There’s no way you can really force me t-to—"
Cassy smirked. "Oh, I can. You wanted it."
Jonathan's lips parted slightly, confusion flickering in her eyes. "W-what—"
"Until I’m satisfied," Cassy continued, taking another step closer, "you will try on and wear any piece of clothing I want you to. You will cooperate with me, and you will not resist me. Do you understand, Milk for Brain?"
The effect was instant.
Jonathan’s whole body shuddered violently, her nipples stiffening in response as another wave of pleasure slammed into her.
Her breath hitched, eyes going wide.
She wanted to fight back. Wanted to shout, to refuse, to run.
But she couldn’t.
All the anger and defiance drained from her muscles. Her powerful new centaur body—so much stronger than her old human one—was suddenly helpless.
Her arms dropped uselessly to her sides.
Her legs refused to move.
She couldn’t even glare anymore, because her expression was busy twisting in sheer, burning humiliation.
Cassy grinned, savoring every second of it.
She gave Jonathan a light pat on the shoulder. "There’s a good girl."
Jonathan shuddered again.
And with that, the real fun began.
Cassy sorted through the bras first, humming to herself as she picked out different sizes and styles.
"Hmm, too small. Too big. Oh, this one's perfect!"
Jonathan flinched every time a new bra was slipped around her, her entire body trembling as Cassy adjusted the straps and tested the fit.
Then came the panties.
Jonathan's face burned as Cassy slid a lacy pair of her own underwear up her new hips, taking extra care to smooth them out properly.
"See? That wasn't so bad."
Jonathan looked like she wanted to die.
Finally, Cassy pulled out the dresses.
Jonathan had no say in what she wore.
She was forced into one outfit after another—frilly, cute, elegant, tight-fitting—Cassy experimented with everything, seeing what suited her new figure best.
And through it all, Jonathan’s expression never changed.
Pure. Rage-filled. Humiliation.
Cassy was having the time of her life.
Finally, Cassy settled on a light but comfortable summer dress—one of her own favorites. It was modest yet flattering, showing just the right amount of cleavage without being too outrageous. After all, Cassy herself wore this regularly, so it wasn’t anything she wouldn’t consider appropriate.
With a satisfied nod, she stepped back, arms crossed.
"Perfect! That one suits you nicely."
Jonathan visibly tensed at those words, her whole body stiffening on instinct—before suddenly, she slumped slightly, muscles relaxing.
Cassy tilted her head. Huh. Interesting.
Jonathan, meanwhile, stood completely frozen, staring down at herself. Her hands hovered over the dress as if she still couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Cassy almost felt a pang of sympathy. Almost.
Instead, she smirked. "Still having trouble believing it?"
Jonathan didn’t answer—just stared, brows furrowed, lips pressed tightly together.
Cassy shrugged and turned toward the kitchen. "Well, take your time processing it. But come on, I’d like to finish breakfast before Marie arrives again."
Jonathan hesitated before finally following, hooves awkwardly clacking against the floor.
Her movements were stiff—clearly still adjusting to walking in this new form—but after a few slow steps, she managed to enter the kitchen without too much of a disaster.
As Cassy started gathering ingredients for breakfast, Jonathan leaned against the counter.
"S-seriously… what did you do to me?" Her voice was quieter this time, the usual defiance undercut by something rawer.
Cassy smirked but didn’t turn around. "I don’t know all the details." She grabbed a pan. "What I do know is that for the next month, you are my apprentice, and I am the lady of this household. Simple as that!"
Jonathan gritted her teeth. "That’s ludicrous! You can’t just—"
Cassy paused, tilting her head slightly. "Is that a protest I hear?"
Jonathan froze.
"Do I need to quell that forcefully?" Cassy added sweetly, cracking an egg into the pan.
Jonathan’s fists clenched, her entire body trembling as she swallowed back whatever she was about to say.
"Grr…" She let out a low, frustrated growl, but ultimately said nothing.
Cassy smirked as she stirred the eggs. She was learning.
Ding Dong!
The sound of the doorbell rang through the house.
"Oh, that must be Marie." Cassy’s ears perked up as she wiped her hands and turned toward the hallway.
Jonathan huffed. "Great. Don’t expect me to leave this time."
"Oh, nono, you misunderstand," Cassy replied, shaking her head with mock innocence. "I want you to come and talk with us this time."
Jonathan’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What?"
Cassy walked up beside her, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. "In fact, until Marie leaves again, you will follow me, smile, and nod along to everything I say to her. Understood, milk for brain?"
Jonathan shuddered violently.
Her nipples hardened instantly, a wave of pleasure crashing through her as her breasts grew even fuller.
Her breath hitched, her entire body locking up for a few seconds.
Cassy watched, grinning ear to ear. Time for the next phase of their plan.
The door swung open, revealing Marie, clipboard in hand, her fluffy blue tail flicking behind her as she greeted them with a friendly smile.
"Ah, hello, Cassy," she said cheerfully. "I came regarding the thing we discussed yesterday."
Cassy stepped aside with a welcoming gesture, her tone dripping with amusement. "Come in, come in. We were expecting you~"
Marie stepped inside, her sharp fox-like eyes immediately settling on Jonathan—who was visibly tense, shoulders stiff, lips pressed into a thin line.
Marie’s ears perked up in curiosity before her expression shifted into pleasant surprise. "Oh, you must be the new apprentice Cassy was talking about. Glad to know she won’t be alone for the time being."
Jonathan’s eye twitched.
Cassy, meanwhile, let out an airy laugh. "Yap! That’s my apprentice, Jessica. She’ll be helping me out and keeping me company for the time being. Right, Jessica?"
Jonathan’s body moved against her will.
Her lips curled into a forced, artificial smile, and her head bobbed in an unwilling nod.
Marie nodded approvingly, completely unfazed. "Well, I’ll keep this short. Jonathan going on an impromptu, month-long vacation is technically not against the rules, but I would have preferred to know about it a little earlier. Would’ve made the paperwork on my end a little less stressful."
Cassy gave an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head. "I wouldn’t be too hard on him. I heard he didn’t know about the vacation either until yesterday. Right, Jessica?"
Jonathan’s body betrayed her again.
Smile. Nod.
Marie tapped something on her clipboard. "Well, here are all the perms you need, Cassy. Until Jonathan returns, you are the official lady of the household. We’ve updated your interspecies info card with those new permissions."
Cassy grinned, plucking the documents from Marie’s hands with a pleased hum. "Why, thank you! You girls work quickly~"
Marie gave a casual shrug. "All in a day’s work." She glanced at the time and sighed. "I’d love to stay for coffee, but work’s a bit more hectic today than it was yesterday. Catch you later."
Cassy gave a playful wave. "See you~"
Marie stepped outside, the door clicking shut behind her.
The moment Marie was gone, Jonathan collapsed.
Her legs buckled beneath her, her entire centaur form dropping onto all fours as she trembled, her hands digging into the floor as she tried to process what had just happened.
Her status.
Her house.
Her identity.
All legally handed over to Cassy.
She was trapped.
She sucked in a shaky breath, her body still weak from the repeated commands, and finally muttered in a low, hollow voice:
"You… asshole."
Cassy, still holding the paperwork, smirked down at her in pure satisfaction.
"Oh, sweetheart. This is only the beginning" She leaned down slightly, tilting her head. "Because WE are about to go to work"
Jonathan gulped, her eyes wide with horror.
—
It was around thirty minutes later, and Jonathan stood frozen in place, staring up at the massive milking facility in front of her. The building loomed over her like some monument of impending doom, its polished exterior mockingly pristine, its open barn doors welcoming in a way that made her stomach churn.
This couldn’t be happening.
She tried to speak, to say something—anything—to plead for reason, for mercy, for forgiveness.
But before she could even open her mouth, Cassy spoke first.
"Listen closely, Milk for Brain."
Jonathan shuddered.
Her nipples stiffened instantly, a now-familiar pulse of pleasure and obedience shooting through her chest, making her breasts feel heavier, tighter, achingly full.
Cassy continued, her voice firm yet casual, like she was simply giving a morning briefing. "You will do your best to work here. You will treat this like any serious job. And should someone ask, you will introduce yourself as Jessica, Cassy’s assistant."
Jonathan gulped, her lips trembling slightly, but she nodded against her will.
She knew now.
There was no escape.
—
To Cassy, the workday couldn’t have gone better.
The moment they stepped inside, people were naturally curious about the new centauress. Dairy breeds were rare and highly valuable in this industry—the presence of another one raised eyebrows, but not suspicions.
And thanks to her little conditioning trick, Jessica always gave the perfect response.
"Who’s your new friend, Cassy?"
"Oh, I am Jessica, Cassie’s assistant! Nice to meet you all!" Smile. Nod.
"Didn’t know we had another dairy breed working here!"
"I am new around here, so please take good care of me!" Smile. Nod.
It was flawless.
No one questioned it.
And that left Cassy to enjoy the day as usual.
Her job was simple: taking care of the cows at the nearby ranch, ensuring they were fed, groomed, and properly milked.
And now, for the first time, she had an extra pair of hands at her disposal.
And hooves.
Jessica was forced to follow her every step, helping tend to the animals, assisting with chores—even engaging in small talk with workers who would’ve otherwise been chatting with Cassy.
Cassy couldn’t have been more pleased.
And then came the highlight of the job.
Cassy sighed in pure satisfaction as she settled into position, hooking herself up to the automated milking system like she had done countless times before.
Being a dairy breed centaur meant that this was simply a part of life. Their bodies produced far more milk than any normal race, making regular milking sessions necessary—and honestly? Cassy didn’t mind at all.
In fact, she looked forward to it.
The gentle suction, the rhythmic pulsing, the way it massaged and drained her full breasts—it was always a moment of relief and pleasure.
And today, she had front-row seats to someone’s first experience with it.
Cassy turned her head, just in time to see Jessica’s face as the milking machine latched onto her.
Oh. Oh, that was priceless.
Jonathan—“Jessica”—went completely still.
Her eyes widened as the suction locked onto her overly-full, sensitive breasts, the slow but unrelenting rhythm beginning to draw milk from her.
She gasped.
Then, she shuddered.
And then… her expression twisted into something Cassy had been waiting for all day.
Confusion. Embarrassment. And something else.
Something far more conflicting.
Cassy smirked.
Oh, yes. This was a successful first day.
—
By the time they arrived back home, Jonathan looked absolutely wrecked.
Her hooves dragged, her tail flicked irritably, and her posture slumped in a way that would have been funny if she didn’t look so genuinely exhausted.
She trudged through the doorway and immediately let out a groan.
"That was awful."
Cassy, on the other hand, felt fantastic.
She hummed playfully as she shut the door behind them. "What exactly do you mean~?"
Jonathan turned, glaring at her. "Everything! Working with cows? Okay, fine, I can stomach that. But that milking machine was—"
Cassy smirked, finishing the sentence for her.
"Simply divine?"
Jonathan’s face went red.
"S-Shut up! N-No, it wasn’t!" she snapped, looking away.
Cassy grinned wider. "Your face said something different."
Jonathan’s tail twitched aggressively, her ears flicking back as she grumbled under her breath.
"How do you deal with that on a daily basis?!"
Cassy chuckled, stretching her arms lazily. "You know, as a seasoned Milk for Brain, I have a lot of practice."
Jonathan shuddered.
Her nipples stiffened instantly, a sharp pulse of pleasure rolling through her already sensitive, full breasts.
She moaned before she could stop herself, her entire body trembling from the unexpected surge.
Cassy watched in amusement as Jonathan tried—and failed—to recover quickly.
"M-maybe you do…" Jonathan muttered, shifting uncomfortably.
Cassy giggled. "Don’t worry, the novelty wears off quickly. You’ll find that out soon enough."
Jonathan froze. "I-I will?"
Cassy took a slow, deliberate step forward, her smile turning almost predatory.
"Of course~"
She leaned in, her breath warm against Jonathan’s flushed face.
"After all, this is only the first day of your wonderful thirty-day vacation~"
Jonathan let out a high-pitched squeal, her tail snapping straight up in alarm as she stumbled back.
Cassy laughed, utterly pleased with herself.
Oh, she was going to enjoy this.
As Jonathan continued to sputter in disbelief, Cassy was already thinking about how to ask Marie to extend this wonderful dream even further.
But that was a plan for later.
For now?
She was going to savor every moment.
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Pro tip. Do not piss off a centauress that is willing to teach you a lesson. It will not end well for you.
