Bound in a padded pillory, I waited in the red barn that was tinier by far than even the modest one near the school. There were wooden windchimes that Namali had carved, which sang with the open breeze that passed through the open door. It cooled my skin and carried the salty smell of sea-air with it.

The hay beneath me was the same soft stuff that smelled so nice. This personal barn was the newest addition to the home we had all built for ourselves. Me and all the friends I had made since arriving in this world.

Fortunately, I had not needed to worry about building everything myself. Everyone pitched in so that we could have a small house with beds for myself, Daava, Aamalyn, and Namali–along with a guest bed. Of course, beds were frequently shared or joined together.

Hyrranesus entered the barn and fed me a milk candy from her palm before extending that same hand out and pulling a bit of milk from one of my breasts.

Hyrranesus pressed the drops to her mouth, closed her eyes, and touched herself for several seconds. When she let out a moan, I thought to myself that maybe she was having so much fun that she had forgotten the reason for why she was here. However, she eventually knelt, smiled at me, and said, “It’s absolutely ready.”

I smiled, relief washing over me.

Finally, this whole ordeal would be over. I had hoped that my healing milk might have been ready a month before, when I had first returned from the Other Place. While my journey had made my healing magic much stronger, it had simply not been possible to make myself grow into the person I wanted to be overnight. But I had my found-family there to support me, the lessons I’d learned in all that had happened, and the weekly therapy sessions with the Director.

The kinky fundraising efforts of Jagras had resulted in a large amount of food being bought from surrounding villages, towns, and cities. And, a little while after, Jagras and I put together a kink carnival for both Kink University and the Other Place.

“I’ll just attach these, and we’ll be able to get our first batch out today,” Hyrranesus said as she attached her magic automatic milkers to each of my nipples.

The stimulation from them felt good, and I couldn’t help but let out a relieved, “Moo!”

“I can't take it anymore,” Hyrranesus said as she began to remove her canvas coveralls. She laid back in the straw and then pressed her hips up so that her sex covered my mouth. Her red pubic hair over her green nymph skin was soft against my nose.

“You’re just too cute for your own good, little cow. I’d better enjoy while I can.”

I licked eagerly at her sex, noting again the honey-like aftertaste that seemed unique to her … though maybe it was other nymphs, as well.

I let my thoughts drift lackadaisically to my friends.

By and large, Faublien and Mystery became part-time members of Caid’s crew. They spent a lot of time out on adventures with their significant others. However, they always made time to come and visit.

Early on, I had asked faculty to help me deliver a letter to Zolreya. It had taken a while, needing to be delivered via ponygirl, sorted and sealed for underwater travel by the merpeople, and finally delivered.

Zolreya had only arrived in the last week, and had started work on a semi-submerged, one-room boathouse of sorts. It had been nice to see her again, and equally so to find how well she and Namali hit it off.

I was actually relieved that Namali had somewhere she liked to be when things got loud around the main house. And I suspected a romance to be blossoming there.

Hyrranesus shouted and let out a shudder as she orgasmed–bringing be back to the present moment. She waited for a moment before sitting up and patting me on the head. “Such a good little cow.”

Hyrranesus then moved to check the bottles, and then my breast. Making an indistinguishable sound to herself, she retrieved a bucket from outside and began to wash me down with warm water.

It was also nice having Hyrranesus around. With her only student gone, she had returned to her research and travelling abroad. However, she had visited to check my progress and consult on ways to improve my healing milk.

After a few more minutes of washing and cleaning, Hyrranesus took the glass bottles from the machine, sealed them, and put them in a canvas bag. Then she said, “I’ll take these down to Crudehook. Starting tomorrow, Crudehook will be sending someone each morning to retrieve your milk. Don’t worry, I’ve told your partners how to operate the machine, and they seem quite eager.”

“Very eager,” said Daava, who had been standing in the doorway with a grin. “Please don’t bother releasing her quite yet.”

Hyrranesus bowed graciously. “You are the domme … girlfriend ... Well, the boss around here, I suppose.” She gave a friendly wink before waving us goodbye.

“Oof, that was a bit awkward,” Daava said, seeming like she'd been hit with a ghost-truck.

“Yeah, a little … kind of forcing the DTR talk a little, huh?”

“DTR?” Daava asked, raising an eyebrow.

I blushed and bit my bottom lip. I felt myself get a bit sweaty–nervous but in a way that felt safe. With a nervous smile I said, “Uhm … Define the Relationship? Like … when you say what you want out of a relationship … kind of where you’re wanting to be? Who you are to one another?”

“Oh, Daava said and scratched the back of her neck. She also smiled awkwardly and blushed. “I … love you?”

I smiled and teared up a bit.

Her words were so simple, but they did their job.

I replied, “I love you too. And I would like … to be with you for as long as you would also like that.”

Daava’s eyes lit up and she rummaged through one of the pockets of her robes until she pulled out the ornate bag. The same one I had noticed her carrying before out long quest. Daava swallowed nervously and said, “I … wanted to give this to you a long time ago. It’s been in my pocket every day for … well …”

I could only watch excitedly ... my arms bound as they were.

Daava let out a small, nervous giggle. She then lowered the object in front of my face so I could see. What she held was a collar–made of thick leather that had been dyed with a pink cow-print pattern.

Finally, Daava said. “I … would like that as well. And I … would like you to be mine. Not exclusively … but also entirely mine. I’m … not sure if that makes sense.”

“Yes,” I said, without another thought. I didn’t need to think about it, I had thought enough over the past months. “I want to be yours … not yours only, but entirely yours. In the kinky way and also in the not as kinky way.”

Daava smiled widely, seeming pleased. “We should have a picnic later then, to celebrate. Though I will warn you, I hear that there is a certain Non-sorcerer who got her powers back … and who is looking to kidnap any little cow she comes across.”

“Oh my, how frightening,” I said before we began giggling together.

It wouldn’t be the first time we played this game. Aamalyn would find herself in the mood to “capture” me every so often. Sometimes Daava would come and “rescue” me after. And they would fight … and sometimes fuck … or sometimes fuck me together.

Either way, it was a nice time.

I was brought back to the moment when I felt the collar being fastened around my neck. This was rousing enough before I felt something wet being rubbed over my back-entrance.

I shuddered pleasantly when I felt a clawed hand grip my shoulder from behind.

Then I saw Daava’s other hand move in front of my face to play with my nose-ring. She whispered, “Besides, it’s about time I caught up to Namali in marking what’s mine.” I felt her press inside—the pressure briefly overwhelming me.

“Fuck … yes … please …” I whimpered, pleasure already rolling throughout me. I pushed back against her needily, wanting to feel her as deeply as possible.

“No need to hurry, Lilly,” Daava whispered before licking the length of my ear. “We’re going to be doing this for a long, long, long time.”