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Blair gave a hearty gulp as she finished the cup now empty of Maka's forcefully gained offering. The pumpkin pop tingling down the back of her throat and warmly tingling her stomach. Blair leered at Maka who was exhaustedly laying on the house's coffee table. Worn out from the sudden milking of her recently gained titanic assets, Maka is dully getting her wits about her. While Blair's assault was certainly forceful and uncomfortable, being mauled and roughly handled like that left Maka with a yet unknown pleasure.
"Alright you greedy pumpkin cow, let's get you to work." Blair declares with a clap.
"What? Blair, what are you saying? Oh, my big swollen tits... You were so rough. Grabbing and pawing at my nipples!" Maka complains and questions, adding in under her breath, "... so delightfully rough..."
"You don't want to be greedy, now you do? Look at what we have here!" Blair continues while grasping onto Maka's newly engorged and filled milkers. "Don't you see what an opportunity we have right before us? Very much before us. My garden has only grown a few of these special pumpkins and they take so long to wait for! I even had to ration out my own supply into portions. But you, you brash sow you, you've given us something special, now haven't you? Cause you're a bright little hard-ass huntress."
Maka blushed and abashedly shyed her head away at Blair's rebuke and praise. After being so physically ministrated upon, her submissive side flared and her libido smoldered. Being talked to both so fiercely and tenderly in turn was running her emotions through the gamut.
"I don't think I understand what you're planning. You've got this ferocious glint in your eye, Blair..." Maka mumbled.
"Oh, my pretty lil soda pump. You have a supply of pumpkin magic stored in your tender, plump pumpkins. That soda in there," Blair punctuated this point by flicking Maka's nipples, dribbling gourd soda onto the coffee table, "is going to responsible for a lot of changes around town. There are many girls who could do with some enhancement in this town. And your massive mammaries are going to be responsible. I think I'm going to get Soul and we're going to set your body to work. Start milking your fat titties by hand and collect this precious pumpkin juice from your nips to sell. We're going to load ourselves up and boost out every inseam and bustline in Death City!!"
At this point, Blair is cackling with her own illusions of the not-so-far distant future clouding her perception. Maka turns up to see this buxom cat witch standing over her, a foot raised upon the coffee table Maka was laying on. The feline arcanist's hem was begining to burgeon out, bubbling due to the hard earned glad of soda she had drank.
The young weapon meister reacts in one of two ways. With submissive glee and buried longing for the upcoming milking; or with fearful trepidation and a need to flee and find her friends for help.
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