Bonus Story - Momma Milk is Gamer Fuel (Patreon)

It was getting late on a Wednesday evening and while most would be getting comfortable for a night of binge watching various shows, Sherri was upstairs in the most grueling moments of her life. The content might have been years old but to her WoW Classic was almost like doing a replay of Pokemon Blue version, experiencing a playthrough on an optimized level. Sure the content was mostly simplistic and the raid team Sherri was on took a few tries before they mastered the steps but it was fun to crush bosses of such an old and iconic raid. Sure it wasn’t as complicated as the new raids that were on the retail version of the game but to Sherri there was something more to this old playthrough, some magic that had been lost through all the revamps and advancements that the game had made in over 15 years of development. 

That night the goal was Loatheb and even though he was a fairly easy fight in comparison to the bosses on retail there was still a learning curve for those that played on a mostly classic experience. Another wipe with a bit of progression and the leader had called for a break. It was during that time that Sherri ventured from her room filled with music and the sounds of Discord conversations downstairs to the mostly darkened living room where the family and friends were watching something on TV. She bypassed them in search of something to drink from the fridge. With a Gatorade in hand Sherri returned to her desk, but unbeknownst to the pei she had been followed by a family friend. Erin watched silently at the doggirl who was at her desk. Erin was a bit of an older woman with cubs of her own and she was a little curious why Sherri had decided to spend her evening upstairs. 

The maternal doggo watched with a smile as Sherri’s tail twitched and flickered back and forth, the doggirl’s leg jiggling up and down as her fingertips clicked on the keyboard while a hand steadily steered the mouse. Sherri was mostly silent but the sounds of her music could be heard by Erin’s perceptive ears, when Sherri finally let out a relieved huff Erin held a tender smile. The headphones came off and the cheers of excitement from her guildies could be vaguely heard. “Are you winning dear?” Erin spoke sweetly and the sound of an unexpected stranger caused Sherri to swivel in her chair to see the maternal doggo standing there with and arm on the doorway and a slight swish to her tail.

“Yeah.. I mean, I guess you could say that.” Sherri gave a slight chuckle as she stretched her body back against her chair, legs pushing outwards and hands lifted popping the strained joints in her body. “Took down a boss,” Sherri paused. “A really hard level.”

“Oh.” Erin said sweetly as she made her way over to Sherri’s gaming station with curious eyes, “Is that World of Warcraft?” Sherri’s ears perked. “My boys play that game all the time.” Much to Sherri’s delight Erin’s tone wasn’t condescending or judgmental. “In fact, I’m actually a level 42 Dwarf Paladin!” The matronly dogwoman boasted proudly. 

“Oh really?” Sherri smiled with a slight giggle. “Well I happen to be a 60 mage! Alliance too.” Sherri winked.  

‘Okay guys. Great job on Loatheb. We’ll take a ten minute break so stretch your legs and let’s clear up Military wing.’

The voice came from the speakers and Sherri turned her full attention to Erin who was holding Sherri’s drink bottle of Gatorade in her hand disapprovingly. “Shouldn’t you drink something nutritious if you’re going to be playing games like that?” 

“Well, I mean, it has electrolytes.” Sherri said sheepishly knowing that there was plenty of other things she could be drinking during her raid times. Like pure water for example but Gatorade was sweet! ..Especially the melon flavored one. “It’s better than soda.”

“Hardly.” The matronly doggo huffed and picked Sherri up from her cushioned chair and in the light Sherri saw that her thick curvaceous body was completely naked. Sherri’s cheeks flushed as she was sat in the woman’s lap, her plump breast with a thick areola and cute nipple resting inches from her face. “You need something filled with nutrition if you’re going to be taking down such fearsome foes,” Erin smiled dotingly down at Sherri. “And.. maybe you can help. These are always so full with milk and just don’t seem to stop.” 

A small dollop of thickened milk began to form upon the nipple and Sherri stared at it with her heart pounding, unbeknownst to her Erin’s other hand would capture upon her thigh. Sherri’s breath tightening as she saw the tip, the scent was sweet and creamy, warm and welcoming. “I.. I suppose..” She whispered absentmindedly as the breast called to her. Her lips kissed tenderly upon the nipple and slowly drew from it, not in a lewd manner but a thirsty one, and she was instantly rewarded with a relieved moan that came from Erin’s lips as a stream of milk rushed along her tongue. The flavor was thick and rich as it passed along Sherri’s tongue, it reminded her almost of a vanilla frosty with how sweet it was. 

Sherri’s tail started to wag as she drank from Erin’s breast and the matronly doggo smiled down at the sweet pup that so sweetly helped her milfy predicament. “Oooh..” Erin exhaled softly, it had been days since she’d milked herself and even longer since someone drank the fruits of her tit directly. Her hand stroked along Sherri’s thigh while the doggirl’s tail started to wag, the puffs of air that came from her tail beating against Erin’s hand and making her chuckle slightly. “That good hm?” She crooned and glimpsed down, Sherri was wearing only a black Alliance t-shirt and a blue pair of cotton panties. 

Erin’s mind began to wander as did her fingertips, ever stroking along that luscious thigh but creeping towards the side of her panties as the milfy doggo bit down on her lower lip. Her other breast was beginning to leak as well, but she feared that her first would have more than enough milk to sate Sherri’s tastebuds. The way Sherri suckled so sweetly it was a first that she didn’t intend to be lewd, it made Erin’s heart flutter and brought the onus upon her to make the first move. The hand had finally given into temptation and tugged at Sherri’s panties, the cotton fabric sliding smoothly down her ebony fur while the doggirl drank from Erin’s breast. 

Her large palm began to pet along Sherri’s pussy, caressing at the soft plump twat as her fingertips trailed along her lips finding the sweet nectar that spilled from Sherri’s quim. Sherri let out a soft moan that vibrated along Erin’s nipple and both girls’ hushed tones spoke of their desires. “Good girl..” Erin whimpered hotly, “Drink up for Momma..” In truth Erin loved the fact that her breasts were always so full with milk, even if it made her feel like a cow, there was something exciting that came with being milked like this. It was an excitement she was eager to share as her fingertips began to dip between Sherri’s pussy, the hotness of her twat spilling over her index finger. 

Her lips greedily suckled on the sweet flavor, her eyes closed as she simply nursed and warmed herself with the pleasure of Erin pampering her like a little princess pupper. Her body gave a small jolt as a single fingertip started to roll inside of her body, the thick sausage digit incredibly plump and soaking up all the sweet nectar of her twat. Sherri wasn’t sure how much she’d drank but she felt like she chugged a two liter of pure sweet milk. “I.. I think I’m full.” Sherri said sheepishly and Erin cocked her head to the side. 

“Oh no..” Erin pouted her lip, her breasts still had plenty of milk left. “You can’t be full yet.” Her other hand held tightly upon the back of Sherri’s head. “Drink a little more, drink for Momma.” Erin said with a tender insistence t hat coaxed Sherri’s lips to drink another stream of milk. Those lips, they were so cute, Erin thought to herself as she watched Sherri squirming in her grasp. After a moment, maybe an exaggerated pause of watching Sherri drink while her fingers stroked the inner walls of her puppy quim, she let the girl’s head pull back. “Tch tch tch, making such a mess..” Erin said hotly before leaning in and firmly kissing against Sherri’s lips.

Of course Erin knew how sweet her own milk was, but there was still something taboo about tasting it herself. Alone it would be even more deviant but somehow with another’s tongue upon her own, the flavor of her milk was diluted enough that she didn’t feel the extreme weight of such a perverted sin. Her fingers racing back and forth inside of Sherri’s pussy coupled with their tongue twirling engagement, Erin’s body felt the weight of Sherri’s quivering form and relished the pleasure. “Mhhf… hahh.. Mrs.. Erin..” Sherri panted as their kiss deepened, her bright blue tongue rolling along with Erin’s as their mixture of drool and milk shared between their lips. 

Sherri’s shoulders lifted as if her entire body was being pushed upwards by the firm thrusting of Erin’s plump fingertips, the doggirl could feel the sensation throughout her entire body. Her own breasts jiggling as Erin huffed hotly into their shared kiss. “Hahh.. Sherri..” Erin whispered, her eyes gazing into the small doggirl’s eyes who’s cheeks suddenly filled with a blush as their kiss paused. “Promise me, when you get pregnant, you’ll let me try some of yours?” Who knew that this middle school teacher, this unassuming mother of two with a husband and a sweet matronly smile about her could be such a perverted deviant. 

Sherri didn’t have time to wonder whether or not Mr. Bliss knew, but in truth she may not have cared. “Y..yes of course!” Sherri bleated heavily and leaned back into the kiss, suckling tightly upon Erin’s drooly tongue and in her own way pleading for those fingertips to bring her to that wonderful orgasm she was on the brink of. Erin happily gave in and those thick double digits pounded into Sherri’s pussy with a renewed resolve of their combined sticky pleasures.

Sherri’s body suddenly began to tighten and convulse as Erin’s digits thrust inside, her palm clapping vigorously against Sherri’s clit while Erin’s fingertips rolled against the top of those blue depths. She found it harder to breathe as their kissing deepened, milk spilling down Sherri’s chin in a mess as her hands squeezed tightly onto Erin’s body for dear life. The kiss ceased and Sherri simply panted with her tongue hanging out, her eyes squinting tightly as those darling pawtoes began to scrunch and a sharp whimper escaped the doggirl’s lips as her pussy clenched. The sticky walls desperately seizing upon Erin’s twin pudgy digits that barely fit inside when the girl started to squirt.

Thin drips of pure pussy juice spilled from Sherri’s urethra, her thighs tightening and opening with each one that sputtered free as the doggirl was left huffing and panting. Erin gazing down at the whimpering pup that lay in pure bliss with all her milk staining her shirt, chin, and those succulent tits that were now visible through the wet stained shirt. Proud of her self, the mommadog whispered to the trembling pup in her arms. “Now I think you’re full..” 

…

It had been almost twelve minutes and Sherri hadn’t returned, there was talk of where she could be but a voice popped up over the conversation. “Hey, Fenny, did you check Sherri’s stream? What happened to her?”

There was silence in response, a deep pause and a small mutter was finally heard. “Yeah, it’s.. just Sherri doing Sherri things..”