"Yes, I can see two enormous spheres of milk floating right beside you. Put out your hand."
Melly, now very confused, reached out to her side and yelped when she touched hot breast flesh, her fingers sinking into the invisible softness. A gasp came from where she touched.
"S-s-sorry!" wailed Kayla, "I wanted to say something but I didn't at first and then it was too awkward to say it later!"
"Wh-why is there an invisible and extremely pregnant girl with you?" said Melly turning eyes on the band.
"Magical accident. You know how it goes," said Ellaria.
And they did, as the words 'magical accident' had a magic all of their own. Melly tried to give the spot where the invisible otterkin floated a sympathetic look, completely missing looking at where her head was of course.
"You have a milk related Class?" said Fey blinking down at the bespectacled cowkin. She was having trouble keeping her eyes up and had the strangest feeling that she was going to fall into the excessive amount of cleavage that spread Bessy's blouse.
"Oh yes, Milk Mage, it makes quality assurance a breeze. We wouldn't be one of the most reputable dairies in the city without it." She glanced between Vivi and Flora. "I don't imagine that you will be taking your, ahem, milked output, with you correct?"
Ellaria shook her head. "No, my Dimensional Bag is less than ideal for that."
"Very well, in that case I suppose we can purchase it off of you, although since you are quite clearly of inferior quality compared to our gold grade milk, and we are in the position of power, we will be purchasing it at copper quality base rate."
"Hah!" said Vivi, "You think Fey induced milk is copper quality? I have no idea what copper quality means honestly but I assume it is bad! And Fey did not give me some crappy copper cow milk, this is prime grade nutted horse milk, all of us are!!" The declared boast was spoiled somewhat by her nipples spraying milk for feet across the floor causing her to shiver.
"Erm, I don't think that's quite how that w-works Vi," muttered Fey.
"What in the heavens are you blathering about?" said Bessy adjusting her spectacles.
"Check! Go on! Check it!" said Vivi, a fierce look of pride on her face. "Use your smug quality Skill or whatever."
Bessy squinted at her and then snorted in derision. She snatched up a gold clasped wine glass from the nearest table and approached Vivi. She sniffed superciliously as she looked between Vivi's fat and engorged nipples before deciding on the left one. With a flick of her hand she spun the glass in her palm until it came to a stop held under the nipple and then she expertly flicked the top of Vivi's breast with her other hand. Vivi let out a shriek of surprise and a gush of milk instantly spilt into the glass, the cowkin smoothly moving the wine glass to catch the milk as Vivi jerked and shook, not a drop lost as it filled.
At last Vivi shuddered to a standstill and bared her teeth at Bessy. "What the hell!"
"Hmpph. you did ask," said the cowkin raising the glass to her face.
She turned the glass, spinning the milk, letting it breathe. Then she drew in a deep long breath, her nostrils flaring as the creamy scent entered them. She blinked in surprise, her head jerking back.
"What?" she exclaimed, incredulous surprise on her face.
"What is it Bessy?" said Melly, suddenly paying much more attention to the thunderstruck cowkin.
"I- I haven't scented anything like this-"
Without hesitation, she raised the glass to her lips and sipped. A light gasp escaped as she pulled the glass away, her eyelids fluttering as a shiver ran up her body. The front of her blouse became instantly soaked through as her own huge nipples released enthusiastic gushes of milk in sympathetic response.
"G-gods, what is this? But how? How is it..."
"Haha! Told you so!" said Vivi crowing over the cowkin.
Melly stared at the red spectacled cowkin. "You aren't saying what I think you are saying are you Bessy? No way... it can't be…"
Bessy shook her head. "I can't deny it, it's what we only thought of as theoretically possible, it's Platinum grade milk, my Skill is telling me it might even be on the top end of that, edging into an even higher grade that we hadn't even considered a possibility."
A wave of shocked and outraged gasps spread throughout the room and Fey realised that all the Cowkins and Bovines had been listening intently to the conversation. She also thought she could see gold coins appearing in Bessy's eyes as she looked over Vivi's boobs, a hungry expression appearing on her face. Well, now she understood why Vivi apparently couldn't get Wummy to absorb her milk. It truly was as ridiculously rich as Vivi said it was.
She felt a nudge and looked down to see Ellaria subtly looking up at her. "This might be trouble. Let me handle things, just go along with whatever else they want for now," she whispered.
"Ahem," Bessy cleared her throat, looking over the band in an entirely new way. "It would be my honour to offer the large chested amongst you the opportunity to work at the Goldborough Dairy, assuming you each have the same level of quality as the vulpine claims. The Goldborough is the best dairy in the city, you will become our premiere production for only the most noble of the nobility." A pen and paper had appeared in her hands from somewhere and she was scribbling notes.
"Nah," said Vivi, "That sounds lame and unwarrior like. I want to go out and kill stuff as violently as possible, not sit around eating donuts and getting milked all day like a lump."
Bessy's face twisted through several different shades of irritation before she managed to school her expression to stillness.
"How much are we talking?" said Flora, a certain monetary interest in her voice.
Bessy looked up at the floating gnome, swift calculation happening in real time. Then she scribbled something on the paper and held it up.
"Okay I'm in. Sorry guys I'm taking temporary maternity leave for the rest of my preg-."
"If you quit over bloody milk Flora I'll make you eat your own breasts."
"I changed my mind, I'm back in the band."
Ellaria took a step toward the cowkin. "I hope you aren't trying to poach my band mates miss Bessy. You should know that in the adventuring world captains have been on occasion known to kill each other for such a slight. You do not understand the seriousness of the issue upon which you tread. What you say next will be chosen very, very, carefully."
Bessy blinked and looked into the elf's beautiful eyes which were currently swirling with a compacted crimson fire. Dangerous. She swallowed nervously, suddenly very aware of just what being an adventuring band captain meant.
"R-right, this will of course be a band contract then, just like a, uh, adventuring job? I think that's how that goes yes?"
Ellaria's eyes quickly returned to normal and she gave the sweating cowkin a pleasant smile.
"Excellent! A job contract we can certainly negotiate."
Fey watched, feeling slightly bemused as Ellaria moved to the nearest desk and began slamming down sheets of paper and swiftly and calmy writing, her hand steady and confident. She had sometimes seen her do something similar with privately contracted jobs before, during negotiations, and sometimes even with the AG itself.
A hand tugged at her leg and she looked down to find a short cowkin girl with large curving horns, floppy cow ears, and cute pony tailed blonde hair looking up at her. She struggled to look her in the eyes however due to the simply ridiculous cleavage the short cowkin sported. In fact she was genuinely unsure how the cowkin was standing upright as her breasts extended over four feet away from her chest.
"Heya!" piped up the cowkin. "Fey right? You can call me Taylor. I thought you could come watch so you aren't left out and feel sad!"
Fey blinked at her then looked around. Vivi and Flora had moved on into the room surrounded by dozens of cowkins who were pulling and tugging at their hands and clothing, directing them, and judging by the awed look some of the cowkins were giving to an invisible spot that they rested their hands on Kayla was there too.
Not wanting to be left behind she trotted after them, the huge breasted Taylor having to make a chest wobbling about face to catch up.
"Uhm, if you don't mind me asking, how is it that you aren't falling over?" she whispered down as the short cowkin girl caught up to her.
Taylor looked up at Fey, her eye's catching a snatched glance at the stiff horse dick bobbing along beside her, before looking back down at her chest.
"Oh this? Well, it's a bit embarrassing really. It's a magical bra, it floats and carries my girls. It's true that if I didn't have it I wouldn't be upright, I wouldn't even be able to move even, they are soooo heavy you have no idea!" She looked up at Fey's own very large chest, albeit more suitable for her large centaur size. "Well, maybe you do know."
"I get it I think, Flora would be doomed without her Class."
"Mmhm! I'm jealous of that power, seems very convenient."
Fey eyed the tall glass tanks as they approached. There were a lot of them, over a dozen spread throughout the large room, each of them were marked around the base with a gold emblem which she noted had what looked like a milk bottle upon it. She noted that many of the tanks were joined together with clear tubes so that any milk collected would be mixed and blended.
"That's a lot of tanks," she mused.
"Oh yeah, there's so much demand these days, we struggle to keep up. It wouldn't be so bad but that bloody dragoness drinks three barrels of our stuff for breakfast and dinner. We can't exactly say no to her, who wants to piss off a giant war mongering dragoness?"
"L-Lady Alexandria?" said Fey, she did not like how this dragoness seemed to have her claws in every little part of the city, she truly was an unavoidable presence in Bine.
Ahead of them the cowkin girls had begun dragging around the furniture, shifting the chaises out of the way and moving the wooden frames, lining them up in rows.
"Uh, I thought it was just us? Why so many frame thingies?"
"It's cheaper for us to do it at the same time."
"It is?"
"You'll see."
Flora seemed pleased by the attention being lavished on her and was gorging on several cream puff pastries as she lowered her self down onto one of the frames, her breasts hanging over a wooden beam. A pair of cowkin girls were waiting and lifted a pair of huge glass milking nozzles, each over a foot long, the bases rimmed with black rubber and the top part covered in various gauges and valves which the clear tubes emerged from.
With a grunt, they pulled Flora's blouse covering out of the way and rammed the nozzles home onto her turgid nipples. Flora nearly bit her tongue off as they locked on and pressurised. She glared down at the cowkin girls.
"Do you mind being a bit more careful?"
Beside her similar things were happening with Vivi and Kayla, although in Kayla's case they had to be guided by Kayla's words as finding her nipples was tricky while invisible.
Soon they were ready and then the other cowkins were putting themselves in their own milking frames, bent over the wood, their breasts hanging down, their fists clenched tight on a bar in front of them, their skirts hiked up over hips, rears perked up in the air, cow tails flagging high.
Fey blinked at the rows of girls with their behinds exposed, ready and waiting for something.
She looked down at Taylor who had gotten into her own milking frame. The cowkin pulled up her skirt exposing her pussy to the air.
"What the heck Taylor? What has this got to do with milking?"
"How do you think we maintain our reputation for having the creamiest tastiest milk in the city?"
"By mooning the girl behind you?"
"No silly."
A bell suddenly rang from somewhere out of sight and a door at the end of the room opened. To Fey's surprise a half dozen men filed through, tall muscular men with oiled bodies and enormous pectorals and artfully wrapped leather straps aimed to emphasise their erections. They wore knights helmets on their heads masking their identities. The effect overall was not a little bit absurd, they looked like gladiators who had gotten lost.
"Erm, is this going where I think it's going?"
"Really really good sex is the trick for the best milk you see, but unfortunately the courtesans decided to unionise and we've been butting heads with them ever since. They keep asking for more and more of a cut, we've been countering by doing mass milking to save time and money but they still won't stop trying to leverage on us. It's really such a terrible situation."
The cowkins around Fey began whispering excitedly and more than a few pairs of hips squirmed in anticipation.
"That's…certainly something," said Fey watching bemused as the glossy oiled men neared.