The Whore Store - Got Milk? (Patreon)

Another entry into "The Whore Store" series where a very important question is asked - Got Milk?

Sorry for the delay with this one, but I hope that you enjoy the 'short story' write-up to go along with the image.

There are a few variations to the pic too. Artist Lilboots did some great work on this one. :D

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Got Milk?

"You  know, Master, maybe we should let the products speak for themselves. I  mean no one likes all these gimmicky sales tactics, right?"  Syx said,  hoping maybe this time she could talk him out of the latest in his  ridiculous get-rich-quick schemes.

Rickard scrunched up his face in thought and his missing teeth made his face collapse comically. He shrugged.

"Yeah,  but my products are shoddy and cheap," he admitted with zero shame in  his tone. "It's fine. That's what snazzy and eye-catching advertising is  for!"

"So, get to shaking it, you big titty-bitch! I'm not paying  you for your brains!" He rudely SLAPED her ass, then paused, tapping  his chin. "Actually, I'm not paying you period... but the point stands."

Rickard  reached into the wagon and tossed a blanket into Syx's face, "Here, you  know what to do. Hurry up and assume the position."

Accompanied  by a huff of frustration, Syx fluffed out the cloth and spread it on the  ground beside her. Eyes narrowed she took in the steady flow of foot  traffic before kneeling down to take her 'sales' position.

Syx  wasn’t even sure exactly where they were today. She’d missed the name of  the town on the way in as she had been busy suckling on her master's  nutsack when they’d passed the sign. It didn’t seem to be an overly  large community though it was already bustling with townsfolk, many of  whom glanced over at the wagon store as it magically unfurled and set up  for a day of trading. Their eyes tended to linger less on the wagon's  wares however and instead began to crawl hungrily over Syx's body before  they walked on.

At a glance it didn’t seem to be the kind of  place that had residents with coin to spare, even considering Rickard's  inexpensive inferior products. Syx got the barest tingle of hope that  her day would turn around, that was until she spotted the Minotaur  stalking down the cobblestone streets.

Towering over people by  nearly two heads, the black-furred creature had bulging muscles that  rippled beneath his pelt with two long and wickedly sharp horns  protruding from his temples. Twin axes hung from a leather belt around  his waist over a simple loincloth, and the crisscrossing scars marked  him as some kind of fighter or perhaps wandering barbarian.

Syx  gulped hoping he wouldn’t notice through the crowd of people but she saw  Rickard grin as he spotted the minotaur. He grabbed a sign and quickly  scribbled something then pushed it into Syx's hands and within seconds  had launched into his loud “step right up! Potions, oils, elixirs, magic  and more” spiel that turned a few heads and caught the bull-man’s  attention

The minotaur paused to look at the store signage then  bee-lined toward the wagon. His cloven hooves clopped against the ground  as he approached with purposeful strides.

Syx's breath caught in  her throat, and she willed herself not to cower as the Minotaur stopped  right in front of her, studying her for a moment.

The Minotaur  coldly looked over Syx, read the sign in her hands, and then regarded  her again. Syx looked down at the signage, blinking at the words “GOT  MILK” now scrawled there. She gulped and put on her best apologetic  smile, hoping against hope that he'd leave. The Minotaur reached down,  cupped her chin, and carefully adjusted her head so he could study her  face even as she tried to avoid eye contact.

"Cute. But not what  I'm looking for," the Bull man rumbled," I need some potions and  trinkets, sure... but as a deal sweetener, I’m looking for something  that's more my type after having been gone from my people for so long."

Syx  let out a held breath but then the Minotaur released her chin and took  hold of her right breast, He fondled the flesh, rolling her nipple  between his callused fingers as if testing the rubbery nubs. Syx bit her  lip to silence the building moan in her throat.

"Still, not a bad offer. Not bad at all."

"Yes,  really a s-shame." She let out the breath as he released her tit and  took a step back.  Syx felt her heartbeat faster, elated that she  managed to avoid the huge bovine cock she'd seen swell under his  loincloth. She smiled sweetly, “I had looked forward to servicing you,  but... oh well, maybe next time, brave travell---"

"Hey," Rickard shouted after the Minotaur. "Don't leave yet. I'm sure men of culture like us can come to an agreement."

Syx  stopped as she felt a tingle race over her skin; felt the magic wash  over her. Her stomach dropped as she heard a strange hollow metal clong. A huge drop of sweat formed on her brow. That sound...Was that a…?  Looking down she saw exactly what she thought she had heard.

A  cowbell sat attached to her collar. A perfect accessory to go with the  animal costume she now found herself wearing... or more precisely, the  few patches of cow print material that strategically covered very little  of her body.

Syx looked up in horror, the Minotaur was eyeing her with a hungry grin pulling at the corner of his muzzle.

"Shopkeep,  show me your wares." The bull-man stated bluntly, stepping past Syx and  over to where Rickard beamed and pointed at his table of potions,  salves, trinkets, and trash.

While the barbarian poked through  bottles Syx's breath hitched in her chest. She knew the more useful  typical adventurer-styled potions were brewed with barely passable  ingredients and regents. After all, it was mostly crappy, low-grade junk  that Mikey didn't want soiling the shelves of his magic shop. Maybe he wouldn't find anything.

Even over the sounds of the market all around the clink of the minotaur's coin on the table was deafening in Syx's ears.

"A  pleasure doing business, my fine fellow. Please enjoy your  complimentary pole polishing." Rickard waved with a flourish in Syx's  direction as the minotaur stud walked up to her, casually putting away  the collections of bottles he purchased into a belt pouch.

"Oooh,  Hooo. Now that's a nice touch." The Minotaur snorted, stroking a finger  over the tiny horns on top of Syx's head. "Do I need to take her behind  the wagon?"

"Nah. Out front is fine. Long as you are good with  it," Rickard said between bites on his newly acquired gold coins. "Syx!  Make sure you put on a good show. It'll help attract business" Rickard  commanded as the bullish barbarian pulled aside his loincloth.

The  bull man's cock was massive, as big around as her forearm, covered in  ebony skin and coarse hair. Syx gulped audibly as she looked at the  organ being hefted closer to her lips. The bulbous head was a deep  purple atop a thick shaft crisscrossed with blue veins on the underside.  The minotaur dragged it across her skin, precum smearing in a viscous  line. Then it flopped onto her face with a sound like a raw steak  slapped across a cutting board and all but blocked her vision.