/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>43061563
/pol/tard please go back.

>>40782292
>Minotaur
>Action RPG, I guess
I don't think much has changed

Cow Games.

>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 ten 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