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animatedsmoke) wrote2022-03-04 09:49 pm
animatedsmoke) wrote2022-03-04 09:49 pm
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Who: Theseus, Venti
When: AU
When: AU
Where: Venti's place?
What: Theseus is a cow
[The first offense that Theseus took was that the price he was purchased at was not high enough.
That was only the start of the litany of complaints that he had about his new change of scenery. The bed was but a thin plank, and the quality of the food was not up to standard. It may not be his place for him, a pet, to notice, but how could he not? He had only ever been owned by powerful lords and kings before. He knew nothing less and expected nothing more.
Perhaps the number of his previous owners was a sign of its own.
But it is no mystery why Theseus continued to enchant people regardless of any issues to be had with him. He's a beautiful pet, with golden fur that covered velvety ears and a whiplike tail, handsome face crowned with sheer white horns. He came clothed in delicate jewelry that hid little of his body, the practicality of which made it clear that those muscles were for love not labor. Theseus was spoken to be touched by the divine, one destined for greatness, who had been separated from his mortal mother from birth to be trained for the lap of luxury.
A gurgle breaks out and not from his stomach. Haughtiness and pointed neglect of all his surroundings meant it's been few days since he had been properly milked. Even when barely touching his food Theseus is a prodigious producer and never quit. Swollen breasts gently slosh atop his chest. Theseus scowls and adjusts his arms which he holds close to himself for support. He already has no lack of inconveniences.]
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[Theseus shrieks at Venti. Since this slow-witted dullard apparently hasn't gotten the hint yet, the time for subtleties is over. But whatever the reason, at least his full attention is on Venti now.]
It's an insult that you expect me to bear such circumstances, let alone provide in them! [This is a lie. He is demonstrably still capable of providing while living like this, as his chest has shown.]
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Such a stubborn bull.
Venti sighs. The smile never leaves his face. ]
Come now~ Wouldn't it feel better if you were to be milked? It must be quite unpleasant for you right now.
[ Venti leans over the edge of the fence on his elbows and grins. ]
Allow me to shower you in my affections by way of apology♥
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[Theseus goes on again, but this time he interrupts himself with a groan. His chest is indeed painfully sensitive, and all this yelling and protesting is causing him to move around too hard. He stays himself for a moment, waiting for all the jiggling to subside.
His immobility leaves him unable to move away from Venti.]
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From this angle he can see how swollen and heavy they are, filled to bursting. It must be uncomfortable. The bull's stubbornness is commendable, if misplaced. ]
There, there... It's alright. Let me take care of you.
[ Mindful of their tenderness, Venti reaches up to lay one soft hand over the swollen mound of one breast, thumb resting just below one rosy nipple. ]
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[After he scurries out of sight Theseus quickly looks around for Venti, eventually finding him beneath and past his own chest. Theseus glares down at him. He dwarfs Venti in height and muscle mass, he could easily throw him off him, just by lowering his arms and grabbing hold of him. But the feathery touch on his chest is so intense (and pleasurable) that it overwhelms everything else. Theseus seizes on the spot. His nipple, distinct from the rest of his chest, stands out as a point of sensitivity and vulnerability, standing out completely exposed.]
Ahh! [Uncontrollably Theseus lets out a melodious moan.]
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Ah, well. ]
There, there... It's okay. I'll take good care of you.
[ He soothes the poor bull, voice as sweet like honey as he gives another gentle squeeze of his palms; a coaxing motion, to help with the tenderness and relax the muscles. Theseus is so obviously swollen he wonders if he'll be able to get anything at first, but...well, there's only one way to find out, isn't it?
His gaze locks with Theseus's as he pushes up on his toes and leans in. Soft lips part and warm breath wafts over one rosy-red bud; it's only a second later before his tongue peeks out and he lets it flick out over the swollen nipple, wetting it. ]
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[Even now Theseus still has words for his carefree owner. But they come out strained, with difficulty, between jaw clenches and hot breaths. And they're becoming fewer and fewer, eventually replaced by a steely look directed straight at Venti. (But there's a limit to how cold Theseus can look when he's flushed red.)
More moans. Theseus keens and whines as Venti massages his pecs, the touch being desired and unwanted at the same time. His body craved this, but the contact is overwhelming in its magnitude, like feeling the full force of the sun after darkness. He makes a few futile squirms underneath Venti's hands, but he can't get far like this.
Theseus gasps when that warm, wet tongue laps over his nipple. Reflexively, uncontrollably, a drop leaks from the tip.]
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[ Venti drawls that sound out on purpose. Theseus looks so cute like this, all frustrated and stubborn despite how honest his body is. Venti smooths his hands over the bull's swollen chest both to sooth and to tease. If he wanted to, he's certain Theseus could pick him up and fling him out of his pen if he wanted. Instead, he makes only the barest attempts of escape from the bard's touch.
The reception he receives to a mere lick convinces him of his course of action though, and without hesitation Venti parts his lips to catch that sweet droplet and latches on, giving the softest of suckles. ]
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In the meantime Theseus has stopped seriously resisting. Rather than push Venti away Theseus stretches his arms out uselessly, unsure of where to put them. His mouth hangs open, closes, and opens again, as he tries to stay upright while he's nursed. ]
Urgh...