/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>Be farmer’s youngest son
>Older brother moved to be a big city folk
>Older sis working to be a vet
>Just me, ma, pa, and our farm
>Heard of a local slave ring bust
>Authorities rescued dozens of Minotaurs, or what city folk says is appropriate, Holstaruses
>Apparently they were kept in a basement and forced to be milked
>Poor things were fed medicine and hormones to make more milk
>Parents had a barn house that they were meaning to take down
>One day return from the city with ten air mattresses, ten pajama sets, twenty pants, and twenty large bust dresses
>Mom managed to convince authorities to let the girls live with us until we figure out their families
>Apparently she was good friends with some alphabet agent people back in Highschool and her city years
>Now have ten older sisters
>Such a pretty sight to see them wearing comfortable dresses and being girls, rather than livestock
>Hell, we don’t even treat our livestock like that
>Mom and dad entrust me to help them settle in
>Show them around; their beds, the sink, the fridge, the toilet, the showers
>Some of them don’t even know what a light switch is…
>”Where are our milking machines?” One asks
>Apparently Minotaurs need to be milked regularly like sheep needed to be sheared, but every couple days
>Tell mom and dad the situation
>Dad immediately gets to ordering a pump while ma blushingly finds her gloves
>Tells me to do the same and to grab a few buckets
>Me and mom gotta milk these girls until next month when we get the machine
>Dad is too timid to do it, and partially afraid of scaring the girls or rubbing them the wrong way
>Mom seems to be experienced in this; can’t be too different from when she had a bun in the oven I suppose
>Thought the girls would sneer at me or think I’m a perv
>They all actually seem comforted by me, even to the point to where they seem to think I’m cute
>Try to hurry up with every girl to avoid their maternal smiles
>Breast pump finally shows up
>Eight of the girls seem to use it just fine
>Two of them are still terrified of machines
>Don’t blame em one bit
>Mom entrusts me to pick up the torch and milk them for now on
>Two girls are scared to even sleep alone, even though they all share a bedroom in the giant barn
>Sometimes gotta be their comfort teddy bear
>Swear I sometimes wake up with a milk mustache

I love my minotaur sisters

>>16516950

>>16488890
If you work em right I'm sure they'll take to it.
Actually probably very much so if ya play yer cards right.
Oh I've always imagined all Holstaurs to have a farmer's accent of varying degrees, ranging from simple corn-fed gal to southern shy belle.

>>16478811
Roll for milkcrits!

>>16457542
with the boy in the lap, cause its tough enough on the pelvis to do moo-snu with her on top, and I refuse to have her be bottom, no fun that way