“…nurse a calf.”
“How could I nurse a calf?” Danielle asked, confused. “I’m not producing milk.”
“When the calf suckles, that’s when you start producing milk,” the genie said, rolling her eyes. She snapped her fingers. With a puff of smoke, they had left the flat and were now in a barn. Each stall held an intimidatingly large male minotaur, though their colorations varied greatly. “Ballok!” A brown minotaur exited his stall.
“Mistress, is this the heifer that will be producing milk for us?” the minotaur, Ballok, rumbled.
“Yes. But before Danielle here can make you milk, you’ll need to do something for me.”
“Anything, mistress,” Ballok said, bowing his head. The genie snapped her fingers. A brown puff of smoke obscured Ballok. When it cleared, a young minotaur calf stood in his place. “…Mistress?”
“Come suckle from Danielle, young Ballok,” the genie said. “Her milk will help you grow big and strong.”
“When I have drunk from her, will you return me to my adult age?” Ballok asked, walking over to Danielle and the genie. The genie laughed.
“Of course not! Danielle will only produce milk while she has a calf to feed! You’ll be staying this age until she has a calf of her own.” The genie pinched Ballok’s cheek. “Actually, I don’t think I’ll return you to your age magically. You’ll have to grow up normally.”
“…Oh.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll get to live in your new Mommy Danielle’s fancy flat! But before I can take the two of you there, you need to drink from her for mistress, okay?”
“Okay.” Ballok walked up to Danielle. He grabbed one of the teats of her udder and stuffed it into his mouth, sucking hungrily. At first, it didn’t seem like anything was happening. But soon, Danielle felt a strange sensation. She mooed as white liquid beaded from her nipples and teats. The genie clapped her hands.
“Excellent! Whenever Ballok feeds, you’ll produce milk, so you need to be hooked up to our special pump.”
“Where’s the special pump?” Danielle asked warily.