Posted on 2017-05-25 18:51:36
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Aaaaaaand here's the last part, at long last!

Hope you enjoyed the story! Hopefully I'll get text versions soon, but again, I'm not gonna leave you waiting any longer!

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“Did you have a good time, Vanilla?”

Mistress Mozu tilted Vanilla’s head up so the cow could look at her. Vanilla was kneeling on her new bed of straw, every last inch of her naked body covered in sweat and semen. Straw and bits of dirt and grass clung to her sticky form. Her hair was messy, covered in more of the same. Every hole was still dripping with fresh cum, except for her mouth, and even then only because she had greedily swallowed every last drop they had poured in there. Next to her, lying on the bed of straw and sleeping like a baby without a care in the world, was Berry, her new stallmate.

“Did you have a good time, Vanilla?” Mistress Mozu repeated.

Vanilla nodded with a dazed, vacant smile.

“Did you like it when they sucked all that tasty milk out of your breasts?” asked Mistress Mozu.

Vanilla nodded.

“Did you like it when all of them started sticking their long, hard cocks everywhere they could fit them?” Asked Mistress Mozu, circling around behind her.

Vanilla nodded.

“And did you like humping and sucking and thrusting your sexy hips for two whole hours, until you were too weak to stand?” asked Mistress Mozu, sliding her hands down Vanilla’s sides and thighs.

Vanilla nodded with a shiver.

“Did you like it when they carried your weak and helpless body off into the barn and I chained you up to the ceiling again?” asked Mistress Mozu, pushing Vanilla’s head back by the chin and cupping her breast.

Vanilla, unable to nod, simply moaned.

“And did you like it”, asked Mistress Mozu, sticking her fingers into Vanilla’s mouth and sliding her hand down to Vanilla’s pussy to massage it, “when I told the whoooooole village they could do whatever. They. Wanted. To. You?”

Vanilla let out a muffled scream as Mistress Mozu kept fingering her, top and bottom.

“Of course you did,” said Mistress Mozu. “Because you’re a cow. And you’ve been a very good cow, Vanilla. The best cow. In fact…”

She moved to whisper in Vanilla’s ear as Vanilla’s cries of pleasure continued:

“Don’t tell the others,” she whispered with a smile, “but I think you just might be my favorite.”

Vanilla let out muffled cries of delight. Gods, she loved her Mistress. More than anything in the world. More than food. More than water. More than milking. More than sex. More than life itself. Nothing she could ever say if she could speak could ever express just how much she loved her. Nothing she could do would do it either. She wanted to do so much more for her. She wanted to make more milk, to have so much that she could be milked all day and still have enough left for her Mistress if she ever wanted a drink. She wanted there to be five of her so she could do everything Mozu ever wanted to do and still follow her around all day on a leash at her side.

She wanted to do everything for her.

But she’d have to settle for doing anything.

…

Footsteps.

Mistress Mozu abruptly stopped fingering Vanilla and stood up. Vanilla opened her eyes, fighting to hide her disappointment, and saw Mistress Mozu moving to wash her hands with the nearby water pump. Coming in from the left, between the rows of stalls, in the direction of the entrance, was a young woman with short red hair and a huge, fancy gold hairpin in the back of her hair. She wore a white and gold outfit that was much prettier than anything the villagers or Mistress Mozu wore. Vanilla slowly realized that this must be a person with lots and lots of money, the kind of person Mistress Mozu said would buy lots and lots of milk… and perhaps more.

The moment this clicked in her mind, Vanilla instantly re-assumed her kneeling stance and spread her kneeling legs wide just as Mistress had taught her, her palms on the floor, her wrists hugging her inner thighs, and her arms pushing her breasts up and together. “Sell the merchandise”, Mistress had said. Present her body at the most appealing and submissive angle. Her milk was dry for the day, but maybe this woman was looking for something else. Whatever it was, she would do it. She would do anything for Mistress Mozu.

But as Vanilla scrambled to do this, the rich-looking woman just stared at her with… a very weird expression. Shock? Humor? Joy? It was hard to say… It… seemed… like a good thing… maybe…?

“Vanilla,” Mistress Mozu said sweetly, “this nice lady and I need to talk.”

Instantly all concerns about the fancy lady vanished from Vanilla’s mind in a puff of smoke. Whatever was going on, clearly it wasn’t something a silly little cow like her needed to concern herself with. This was people business, stuff people with big people brains needed to talk about. Her eyes glazed over and she simply stared vacantly, emptied her mind, and started fantasizing about how it would feel tomorrow when she was milked into a bucket for the first time… with Mistress Mozu or one of the strong villagers bending her over, getting her on all fours… grabbing handfuls of her breasts and squeezing them tightly…









Queen Hinoka of Hoshido stared at Camilla, scarcely able to believe her eyes.

“It’s okay,” said Mozu with a smile. “She’s not paying attention at all. Say what you want.”

Hinoka continued to stare dumbfounded. Was she starting to drool…?

“She won’t overhear… anything?” Queen Hinoka asked, incredulous.

“Not. A. Word,” Mozu said simply. “It’s a trick I figured out the other day.”

She turned to Hinoka.

“I figured you’d want to gloat,” finished Mozu.

Hinoka stared at Mozu, scarcely able to believe how much she had changed.

“I… well, I definitely picked the right person for this,” said Hinoka.

Mozu’s smile vanished, replaced by a blank face of confusion.

“Why did you pick me, milady?“ asked Mozu. “I mean I’d never done anything like-”

Hinoka smiled as she interrupted her. “Mozu,” she said, “Nobody’s done anything like this before. I picked you because you worked on a farm and…”

Hinoka looked once again at what had mere hours ago been the most powerful, arrogant and deadly woman in all of Nohr.

“Gods,” she said, “when they told me you were a fast learner, holy cow, they meant it.”

“…Yeah,” said Mozu with a bit of a frown, “I won’t lie, Queen Hinoka, sometimes I freak myself out when I look in the mirror. But… no sense denying, it’s been fun. Now… about what I was saying…?”

Hinoka smiled and nodded, and then walked over to Camilla and stared at the former princess, inspecting every inch of her with morbid and schadenfreudic fascination: her filthy, glistening and yet still stunning naked body; her full breasts; her cum-sodden hair; the submissive pose she still held even while daydreaming. Seized by a sudden urge, she got down behind her and grabbed her full, perky tits in her hands, and had to fight back a laugh as Camilla cried out in pleasure.

“What’s her yield?” asked Hinoka, massaging the breasts in her hands.

“24 bottles per breast per day,” said Mozu. “Counting both milkings of course. 12 bottles at a time in each breast. She ties for highest yield. Her dominant flavor’s vanilla, but there’s a bit of raspberry and rice pudding in there too.”

Hinoka made a very nasty grin at this and jiggled Camilla’s tits in her hands as Camilla’s breathing became staggered.

“Oh that is so fitting,” Hinoka said, before moving to Camilla’s ear.

“Isn’t this so much better, Camilla?” Hinoka baby-talked. “Now instead of using these giant udders to try to get in my brother’s pants, you’re using them to make lots and lots of money for the country you helped smash to itty bitty pieces! Won’t that be fun? Won’t it? Won’t it be great using this slutty body of yours for a good cause for once in your worthless life!?”

WHAP!

Camilla cried out as out of absolutely nowhere, Hinoka’s palm connected hard with Camilla’s ass, and she fell over face-first, still on her knees with her ass pointing skyward. Hinoka wasn’t smiling anymore. She was livid, her face full of a fury and hatred she had never displayed for another living soul save Garon himself.

“This is what happens, Camilla,“ said Hinoka, with ice in her voice. “This is what happens when you steal my brother, corrupt him gods-know-how until I can barely recognize him anymore, put an axe to my neck just to show that you can, kill hundreds of good people with your own two hands, help rout my entire armed forces, leave my country in ruins, force me to run an entire war-torn kingdom on my own with no family left but my little sister, and then never give me so much as a ‘SORRY’!”

Hinoka looked at Camilla’s face and couldn’t decide whether she was satisfied or annoyed that she seemed to have enjoyed the slap.

“If the Nohrian royal family has ‘too much on their plate’ to help Hoshido rebuild,” Hinoka said, grabbing Camilla’s plump tits again, “then on behalf of the royal family you used to belong to, this slutty body you’re so proud of is going to be working off that debt for the rest. Of. Your. Life.

Her hand went to Camilla’s ass again.

“Bottle. By. Bottle,” she finished, punctuating each word with a slap on her ass. She then laughed to herself. “Oh, this is priceless. Nohr’s going to help fund the Hoshidan restoration effort by buying the breastmilk of their own princess. Doesn’t that sound fun, sweetie?”

“Mmmmmmmm,” was the former princess of Nohr’s only response. Satisfied, Hinoka got up and washed her hands with the water pump. With that finished, she started to walk away. Mozu walked over to Vanilla and whispered in her ear:

“Good girl, Vanilla.“

Camilla seemed to come back to reality and looked up at her Mistress lovingly.

“The, um… nice lady and I are going to talk some more,” said Mozu, smiling. “You should probably get to bed.”

Camilla looked up at her, smiling but as if she were expecting something.

“Yes,” said Mozu, “you can masturbate. It’s nighttime, You’ve earned it.”

Delighted, Camilla immediately launched herself off of her knees and onto her back in the straw, fingering herself and clutching her breasts with gleeful abandon.

Mozu smiled and looked down at the two cows lying in front of her. Harmless, loving, docile, willing to do whatever she asked.

It was hard to believe they used to be dangerous.

Mozu walked over to catch up with Hinoka as she started walking out of the barn.

“I bet she’s the biggest milkmaker of the lot,” said Hinoka, glaring at Camilla’s well-endowed naked form as she looked back.

“A tie, actually,” said Mozu, “with Chocolate over here.”

Mozu jerked her had over to a blonde, beautiful and powerfully built amazon of a woman, wearing nothing but a bell collar around her neck and a big white bow in her hair, lying on her back in one of the stalls, fast asleep. Unlike the others, she had clearly been given a nice warm bath after the day’s work, and was sleeping not on a bed of straw, but on a cheap but comfy-looking futon.

“Fancy,” said Hinoka, looking at the cow’s living arrangements.

“Well,” said Mozu, “she volunteered and all. It’s only fair.”

Hinoka stared at the cow, unable to disagree, but unable to help but wonder just what sort of woman would willingly surrender her mind and body like that.

“Should I set that up for Camilla too?” asked Mozu, with a hint of nervousness in her voice. “I mean she did help kill Garon in the end…”

“Only because it wasn’t really Garon,” said Hinoka coldly. “Her real father could have given her all the same orders that slime thing did, and she would never have stopped.”

“…Right,” said Mozu, recovering. “Well even so, you don’t mind if I don’t leave her covered in spunk all night, do you? I, uh… hehehehe… we kind of have a system here.”

Hinoka looked at her for a few moments, puzzled, until something clicked in her mind.

“Oh, right,” said Hinoka. “Sure, go ahead.”

Mozu grinned, put her hands to her mouth, and called out:

“Oh Creampie!”

No response. Mozu then walked over to a nearby stall where she soon found a woman, no older than 29, with short green hair. The stall itself was notably shabbier and less cared for than the others, and she was lying on a far thinner pile of straw. While like the other cows she wore nothing but a collar, she had been thoroughly decorated by other means, namely with a series of permanent tattoos all over her body, nearly all of them consisting of writing scrawled in untidy black letters. Her forehead had “Brainless Slut” spelled out on it. Her breasts, a good deal smaller than the other cows’, had the words “milk” and “me” written on them. On her lower abdomen were written the words “Faceless Welcome” with an arrow drawn from the words pointing down to her crotch, and on each of her lower legs was written the sentence “If you can read this, I need a spanking! <3”.

Mozu gently kicked Creampie in the side and she woke up with a start, immediately getting off of her back and onto all fours, looking up at her Mistress obediently. On her back was more writing. In the middle of it the words “This Side Up”, while from shoulder-blade to shoulder-blade were written the words “#1 Whore In All Of Nohr!”, and at the small of her back, just above her buttcheeks, were written the words “100% Prime Nohrian Rump”.

“Creampie,” Mozu said sweetly, “I don’t know if you noticed, silly thing, but we have a new cow, and she’s filthy. Give her a good…”

Mozu licked her cheek.

“…cleaning, will you? Make sure to get alllllll of that sticky spunk off of her. Make sure to get everywhere.”

Creampie nodded vigorously with her tongue out and began to crawl off towards Vanilla’s stall.

“Good girl,” said Mozu.

She turned back to Hinoka.

“Say… what are we going to do with them when they get older?” she asked. “I mean, ten or twenty years down the line…”

“They’ll look exactly the same,“ said Hinoka with a satisfied smile. “Something I mixed into the bovinization potion. Makes everything but the heart stop aging. They’ll still die eventually, but until then, they’ll be just as fit for milking and fucking as they were when they started.”

Mozu stared at her queen in shock.

“You’re kidding,” she said.

“Nope,” said Hinoka. “Honestly, it explains why Mother looked so young at what had to be forty.”

“Mother?” asked Mozu.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” said Hinoka. “That’s how I managed to make those drugs for you. I still don’t know where on earth Mother came from, but wherever it was, she brought a ton of exotic plants and a really weird potionbook with her. She hid them in a secret cellar beneath the throne room. That isn’t even the craziest thing I learned from it.”

Hinoka suddenly remembered something.

“Did Camilla say anything about what’s been going on in Nohr?” asked Hinoka. “Are they getting suspicious?”

Mozu shook her head.

“They haven’t noticed that anyone’s missing but Peri,” said Mozu, “and even then Xander insists she’s just throwing one of her ‘silly little tantrums’.“

Hinoka groaned.

“I’m sure he’ll figure out she’s missing eventually though,” said Mozu. “I doubt he’ll be happy.”

“That’s the disturbing part,” said Hinoka, “he’s literally the only one. Literally everyone else is better off. Hoshido gets a new export to fund the rebuilding effort, Nohr doesn’t have to deal with one of the most psychotic people on the planet being the right-hand woman to their king, and Peri doesn’t have to live with being a kill-happy psychopath without a war to fight. Seriously, how messed up is it that we kidnapped a king’s retainer and did this to her, and only one person on the planet will miss her?”

“What are we doing to do when they start looking for her?” asked Mozu. “Camilla’s disappearance isn’t going to go unnoticed for long, I think this is going to be the turning point that makes them suspicious.”

“Just use the same precautions as before, said Hinoka. “We’ve been very careful not to leave any trail towards us. Finding that ridiculous replica of Corrin’s penis and making her think she’d dropped it was a stroke of luck. She covered her own tracks for us out of what little shame she still had left, and I never even had to make a kidnapping plan. She didn’t bring anyone along or tell them where she went, right?”

“No,” said Mozu, “she came alone, as you said she would.”

“Then it’ll be fine,” assured Hinoka. “She brought her Wyvern, right? We’ll sneak it back to Nohr in a few days and make everyone think she went missing there. That’s the beauty of this… unconventional scheme. There’s no way they’ll suspect a conspiracy this completely insane. Leo might, if we left enough clues that he could put forward a solid case, but Xander…”

Hinoka shook her head.

“Seriously, how can somebody who trained their whole life to be king be this bad at it?” demanded Hinoka with exasperation. “I swear, if that idiot’s incompetence weren’t making this so much easier for us, I’d be sorely tempted to put him in here with his sister. He’s about as guilty. In fact… I still have half a mind to do it anyway, if I figure out a way.”

Mozu stared blankly at Hinoka.

“Um…” said Mozu, “…But… he’s a guy.”

“Oh,” said Hinoka with a bit of a laugh, pulling out a pink bottle, “not if I have anything to say about it.”




THE END.



Oh, and sorry to anyone who was hoping to se Charlotte in the last picture. I'm sorry, I would have obliged you, but the thing is I didn't even think to include her until the very end as I was writing the last part, since I did most of these pictures in advance of completing the story. So sorry.

Posted on 2017-05-25 19:59:08
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I enjoyed this story.

Posted on 2017-05-25 22:21:48
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Who is Creampie supposed to be?

Posted on 2017-05-26 00:03:15
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Sorry if it wasn't clear.

She's the non-canon individual mentioned on the previous page who in this story was the one responsible for those faceless let loose on Mozu's hometown in her introductory chapter in-game, killing all of her family and friends and necessitating the rebuilding of the village we see in this story.

Basically, Mozu's having a lot of fun getting her revenge on her.

Posted on 2017-06-19 20:24:39
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Hey, quick update guys, as soon as Sebastian's commissions open again, not only will I be getting the text versions of these pictures up, but I'm also going to be commissioning a simple, 4-picture short story involving Samus, so stay tuned!