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It was an early day for you, hell, you would call this downright productive. You, awake, before the sun?
What a rare sight! Someone bring out the camera.
Pushing the door to the kitchen open, your slouched posture and grimy band shirt you got from a yard sale, mixed with hole filed boxers could easily have you mistaken for a street rat. Luckily, the denizens of the spire knew you well enough to not scream and run on site. Only spread a far too well known rumor.
Walking to the pantry, you immediately go for the first cereal box you can find. ‘Lies and sweet delights!’ It said on the colorful box, most definitely packed with so much sugar it’d kill a toddler.
Luckily, you were an adult without standards, so you pour yourself a full bowl. Before opening the fridge, and just your luck! There was a package of milk left, the best way to start a morning!
Just you, and your over sweetened brea-…
….
The fucking cartons empty.
You stare at it, shaking it very softly. Nothing, nada, nope!
Someone, you don’t know who. But SOMEONE- some BASTARD- some BEAST- some VILE CREATURE!!!
Had emptied the damn carton, and then had the BRIGHT idea to screw the lid back on. And put the EMPTY carton BACK in the fridge?!
WHICH FUCKER-?!!
I mean- yes, this is the spire of deceit.
But never EVER in your many years of working here. Have you EVER seen a lie as nasty as this.
You throw that empty carton away with as much force as you can. The trashcan even slightly moving with the sheer power of the throw. You slam the fridge shut, trying to calm down.
But looking to the table with your bowl full of dry crispy cereal, you can’t help wanting to throw it into the trash as well.
But that’d be wasteful, and you were hungry. Unfortunately the shops hadn’t open yet, so either you’d have to eat them raw, or with water like some psycho.
You felt mocked by the bowl, that milkless bowl… It’s probably so smug too, that damn bowl…
Gripping the table edge, you lean over to glare down at the contents. Maybe if you blinked the cereal situation would he fixed.
But nope, nothing…
“Woof, is the world ending? Why are you awake…” A familiar voice called from the doorway, and you were in no mood for him. Not when you’re so hangry.
“The morning called…” You ominously state, slouching closer to the bowl like an edgy teen. He gave a weak hum, before gently floating closer.
He looks over your shoulder at the bowl, before clicking his tongue. “You gonna eat that, orrr-?”
“We’re outta milk…” You grieve with a weary sigh, and he gives a remarkably bland ‘ah’ in respond. It pisses you off more.
“Welp! What can you do?” He chuckles, his voice grating as he turns around to the fridge. And you very stupidly let your emotions control you. And before he can react you’ve slammed his back into the fridge. Not sure what you were thinking, but you did unintentionally grab a pec in your hand to keep him trapped.
He gasps in offense, eyes narrowing and teeth gritting.
“You- you barbaric FOO-Ooh-!” And just as quickly as the anger in his face appears, it’s replaced by embarrassment. His cheeks growing flushed, and eyes wide in horror. You’re confused at first, until you register wetness on your hand.
Specifically the one on his rather small tits. Removing it, you stare befuddled at the slight stain that had formed around a now- button like shape. Pressing into the thin fabric.
It takes a moment, before you somewhat understand what it is. But before you can utter a word he’s pushed you off. Hastily trying to cover himself up as steam practically shoots from his ears.
His face is a dark purple, almost like a grape, as he wheezes. Staring at you like you just killed his firstborn.
“Y-you-… Not a WORD to the others-!” He stammers, gulping and squeezing his eyes shut. A bead of sweat trickling down.
You don’t bat an eye, the early wake up had probably knocked the last few screws from your brain.
Because all you can think of in that moment isn’t how juicy this gossip would be… But it’s on that damn cereal again.
He tries to flee, but you slide in front of him. Not really knowing how to ask politely so you just say the first thing that enters your stupid mind.
“I still need that milk.” You state, gesturing with your head to the bowl on the counter. He somehow grows a shade darker, squeaking in offense as he began to yell at you again.
“EXCUSE ME?! This is MY spire you’re in BUDDY, that means MY rules!!! And guess what?! YOU AREN’T GONNA BE SUCKLING ON MY BR-“
“Woah now!” You interrupted, raising your hands innocently. “I never said anything about sucking.” He growls again, almost nipping at your outstretching hands. Luckily you have reflexes, so-
“S-still-!! You’re- DISGUSTING- f-for EVER even SUGGESTING such a thing!!!” He shouts, spittle almost falling from his wide open mouth.
“I- you- get out my way…” He spat, arms hugging himself tighter. Hiding the hard nips pushing against his romper. You drop your hands, swaying a little with a thoughtful hum.
“…No…” This smaller act of rebellion is what seals the deal that you’ve lost it. Of course, you’d never been a die hard d-rider like his other two close minions. Hell, many times you sassed him till he had to put you in ‘timeout’.
But actually going against orders? You’d usually whine and moan about it, if it was particularly hard or boring. But ‘no’? That was too far, even for you!
His eyes narrow, and he parrots back your answer with a snarl. You don’t back down however, simply crossing your arms and raising a challenging brow.
He can teleport. You know he can teleport. But he isn’t, he’s choosing to stay here and argue, and stare at you with wide eyes and a toothy frown.
Until finally the expression breaks with a tense scoff from him. He forces a grin, brows furrowed.
“Ha! I see your disrespect knows no bounds…” He shakes his head, before frowning again. Eyes cold and calculated. “Move now, or I’ll turn you to a card and rip you into tiny-TINY piec-AuAGH!!”
You’ve yet again found your stupidity controlling you. And suddenly he’s against the counter, and your legs are caging his legs in. Your hands rests on the blue diamond embroidered atop his chest. The sharp edges of them pulled up to very obviously show off the two fat, FREE-MILK farmers.
All his calculated chill fades into embarrassment and bafflement. And your nails dig into the fabric.
“Better question, will you take your shirt off yourself. Or should I rip it off? Ten seconds to decide….”
He chokes in shock, squirming beneath you. But he pridefully bit his tongue, shaking his head.
1,2,3,
He isn’t pushing off like last time, or teleporting away. He’s just there, like an actual cow waiting to be completely milked dry.
4,5,6,
I mean c’mon! He’s not even trying, the many eyes in his hair flicker from the bowl beside you both. Then back at you, fearful, shaky, curious, excited.
7,8,9,
His time is running short, and he’s sweating, panting. Trembling like a leaf as he squeezes his legs together. Hands twitching from their places ok the table, where he caught himself. He flinches when you reach the final number.
10.
“Okay- fine I’ll-!”
RIP!!
He gasps, before shuddering as his sensitive buds meet the cold air. They were thick, fleshy, and dark blue. The one you’d previously touched, shone with dried milk. Yet they both beaded with white promises of an actually decent breakfast.
You give him a moment to escape, a quiet second of nothing. But he only pants and whines, face flushed an embarrassed blue. And you feel him rub up against you, not that you cared.
Given he hasn’t escaped, you take the opportunity to pinch the previously disturbed one. Yet not much more than a drop comes out, but you remember ‘back at the barnyard’.
You needed to ease it our something… Idk…
So still pinching it, you gently give it a tug. Only gaining another drop and a hitched moan. So you stop pinching so hard, very confused as you stare at the perky nipple.
You lick a drop off, out of interest of it it was really what you needed.
It looked like milk, felt like milk, and tasted like milk! With a hint of blueberry! But you’re sure the sugar of the cereal will drown that out.
Finally, you just throw the last bit of sanity out. And latch your lips on it. Thats how babies do it, so that’ll probably get em’pumpin?
He groans, head thrown back and pupils blown wide as he squirms. And like your theory, it’s right! A few nimble sucks. And he’s spouting like a faucet with each suckle.
He grips your shoulder, long talons digging into your shoulder as he ruts up into your lower stomach. You ignore it, instead breaking apart from his squirting nip to get the other one going.
He gives an animalistic moan, cursing you out. First in english, and then in a gibberish language that you correctly assumed is dead.
Yet you don’t stop, the other one took a bit more time. With you even having to unlatch your jaw wide, and start to nibble on the supple flesh around it to get it going. And when it does, you’re happy to say it tastes even fresher.
Proud with your handiwork, you test the waters by massaging the flesh around the nipple you bit at. It squirts immediately, not by much. But way better than a drop.
So you pick your full bowl up, much to his humiliation. As you gently start to massage a breast, a squirt of milk landing in the bowl as well as your hand.
You continue, even as he cries bloody murder. And starts to sob, ‘too much, too much.’ He said. Tears prickling at his eyes, but you hadn’t even filled up a quarter yet.
You needed it faster, and one tit at a time ain’t gonna cut it. So you push the bowl in the middle between you two, help up your bodies pressing together.
And you shamelessly grab both breast, pushing them together as they squirt. And beginning to massage and tug them like utters, it fills up faster now. But at the cost of him rutting int your stomach and jostling the breakfast.
More tears fall, and he’s wheezing, mouth fully agape as some drool slides out and down his chin. Luckily not into your cereal. That’d be gross!…
“H-holy stars I- huhh- Augh! O-oohh-!” You’ve gotten halfway in like a minute! Talk about efficiency…
His eyes flick briefly to the door, muttering something about voyeurs. But you don’t care, he can babble, moan and drool all he wants. But you want your damn food.
Giving a rather harsh tug, a good and hefty burst of milk shoots out. Not to the top yet, but you’re close.
He sighs, before immediately groaning again as you recklessly continue. And with a riveting moan dragging from the back of his throat, he slumps.
And done is he, and your cereal. The white liquid having reach and approved level. You lick the excess off his fat nipples, making him tremble.
Before finally grabbing your bowl, then a spoon.
And after so long, you can finally enjoy the sweetness of breakfast.
Spooning up some, you pop it into your mouth.
And-!
…
It’s soggy… You should’ve probably milked him into a bottle before the bowl. Because this was absolutely disgusting…
You swallows slowly, before throwing the bowl in the trash. Spoon not included, your master, in his daze. Still manages to send you the most obscene look ever, not angry, just tired disappointment. You shrug, moving to leave when a sharp yell comes from the door.
You barely register much before Candy Apple has dove head first into the trash to retrieve the bowl. Having pushed the door open enough to reveal an absolutely blank faced Sapphire.
He doesn’t even seem that disgusted, more so envious and disappointed in the way he stare between you and his lord.
You don’t even muster a reaction, too pissed off at the lack of breakfast. That you just shrug, giving a lazed goodbye as you move to leave.
But before you can. Your master, having had the decency of cleaning himself up and cover his abused buttons. Hovers close behind you, whispering in your ear only for you to hear.
“Next time, just suck.”