Alice sat heavily on the dungeon floor, her udder smothering her lap. The farmgirl had seen enough cows to know this udder needed to be milked, and the constant nauseous feeling of being pent-up was starting to grate on her. She hadn’t even found a room, much less another living thing in this dungeon, and she was already crippled by the “protective brand” that werecow granted her at the entrance.
What’s worse, she had to keep herself from drinking from her own udder. It was clearly large and pliable enough, and the teats were long enough to do it. She caught something in the back of her mind, whispering thoughts of being thirsty even though it had only been mere hours since she’d last had a drink. The dungeon was humid and slightly cool, so she knew this thirst wasn’t natural. She considered trying to milk herself onto the floor, but something felt wrong about wasting it. If she was going to carry it around, she wanted every drop to be a bargaining chip in getting her brother back.
As Alice internally discussed what she should do, she heard a noise from deep down one of the hallways. She heaved her body back up, moved back until she was hidden by a corner, then listened further. It sounded like something being dragged across the floor, but no footsteps accompanied it.
She strained her ears to get a better idea of what was approaching. She could hear a dry, whimpering moan emanate the hall, and it sounded like it was pleading for help. It was hard to tell if the raspy voice was masculine or feminine, but she knew that Jack could be male or female. Peeking around the corner, she could make out the prone form of a fairly small human-looking creature. It dragged itself across the floor, seemingly desiccated or mummified, yet still alive. It looked very human, but its skin color looked off and it sported a thin tail, the species of which she couldn’t recognize.
The being called out once more, this time loud enough for Alice to understand. “Thirst...”
As if in response, Alice’s udder began to throb, its veins more pronounced than before. The milk escaping her teats seemed to even increase, and she felt a need to help this being.
She briefly held herself back, but realized this was an ideal situation. She’d get her udder emptied, and this being would be indebted to her. Maybe this was even Jack, and her adventure was over.
She approached the creature. Up close, she could tell it was female, but she still couldn’t determine the species. Goblin? “Jack?”
The creature looked up, her eyes barely open. “Thirst...?”
Alice wasn’t sure if that was a confirmation or a blind plea. Regardless, she lowered herself and guided a teat to the stranger, who took it and began to weakly suckle.
What Alice hadn’t counted on was how sensitive her new appendage truly was. She felt a brief wave of euphoria to the point of orgasm, then nausea as the feeling continued to mount. She felt a primal need to force her recipient to drink more and drink faster, but caught herself. She was still human, cow udder or not! Whatever this wretched place did to her, she wouldn’t let it steal her mind.
She quickly reassociated the feeling of release away from bliss, and toward resolve or determination. She now knew the feeling she’d get from it, so she’d just have to focus to not lose herself.
The creature continued to drink, her body rapidly filling out like her flesh was an emptied water balloon. As she became more recognizable as a living thing, her rate of consumption increased. She even switched teats once the first had ran low, beginning on a second.
Alice was surprised the creature hadn’t transformed in any way, yet it had drunk several magnitudes more than she had from the werecow.
As the creature switched to the third teat, Alice wondered where her guest was putting all that milk away. Her suction continued to mount, clearing the third in less than a minute, then the fourth in a matter of seconds.
The creature stood at full height, which was still shorter than Alice. Its skin was a pale red, with short red-brown hair. The voice was clearly feminine as she spoke. “Thank you.”
Alice realized that there was a spade at the end of her still-thin tail, and small horns obscured by her hair. This was surely a demon. Thinking back to what the werecow had warned her about, she realized she may have made a mistake. “Are you Jack?”
The succubus cocked her head to one side in response.
“Jack, my brother, came down here recently, and I’m trying to find him.”
The succubus simply smiled.