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Who: Theseus, Venti
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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[eheh]

Mmhmmmm...?

[ 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. ]

[deltastrike]

[The first drop was stingy, meager, the sum total results of an inch of relenting. It could barely be tasted, more felt in its warmth on the tongue. But Venti doesn't stop there. The continuing pressure on Theseus' nipple draws out another drop, and then a steady stream. Theseus' milk is divine, of course, rich and sweet and worth all the difficulty of its source on its own. But it comes out all too slowly out of Theseus' gently massaged breast.

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...