Author's Note

The first two chapters of this story have been edited slightly. As I originally used Der-Artz's Original Character, Queen Eunomia, without their permission the female lead is now a busty, overpowered, sexually insatiable Alicorn OC of my own: Queen Aphrodise.

Similarly, Sugar Au Lait is an Original Character of my own filling a role that was originally intended to be Milky Way's.

Property of the Queen: First Late Morning

You are set down on the bed, still clad in the towel.

Aphrodise’s horn glows again and a gigantic, Oakwood wardrobe springs open behind her. Several outfits on hangers float out and begin orbiting Aphrodise as she scrutinises them. They’re all far too small for her so they have to be for you. The way she holds them up between you confirms that theory. She wants to play dress up. And you’re her doll.

A simple toga, which looks to be made of the same material as the one she wore yesterday, is first. A long, deep blue loincloth reaches down below the skirt. You hope that thing isn’t going to be your best choice.

Next is, of all things, a light blue sailor’s uniform complete with cap and scarf. The toga and loincloth suddenly don’t seem so bad next to the Donald Duck cosplay.

The third item makes you start praying for the toga. It’s a black, lacy, gothic Lolita dress. And she looks like she’s seriously considering it.

Aphrodise’s smile grows as if she really likes the thought of having you in a trashy gothic Lolita getup. “Maybe another time.” She says finally and levitates the dress back into the wardrobe. The sailor’s suit follows after another minute of her making up her mind. The toga and loincloth combo win. Yay.

Aphrodise unravels your towel by hand and slips the toga over your head before strapping the belt with the loincloth around your waist. You cooperate as much as your limbs allow, silently dreading the day when she decides to have you put on the Lolita dress. Or maybe she’ll put it on you herself. God, why does that turn you on?

She levitates several different outfits from the wardrobe. These are definitely sized for her. You notice that the eggshell toga with purple trim, the trashy, red cocktail dress and the long, white, silk dress have several features in common: they’ll do barely anything to cover her forward or rear assets. Aphrodise is a mare who loves to show off, as if you hadn’t figured that out already.

She eventually decides on the toga and unbinds the towel around her form while the silk and cocktail dresses are returned to the wardrobe.

You try to look off to the side and ignore your still throbbing boner but your eyes are inevitably drawn back to the voluptuous mare fishing a pair of sandals out of the wardrobe. By hand. She’s bent over with her wobbly cheeks right in your view. You note her tail looks like it’s elevated slightly. Since you’re looking at it straight on though it still blocks her orifices from view.

Well, she was hardly shy about her nudity in the bath but you didn’t get, or take, the chance to even glance at her groin. You were so captivated by her tits and ass that the thought didn’t even cross your mind.

Aphrodise stands back up and slips into the sandals, followed by levitating the toga over her shoulders and fastening it with a gemstone brooch over her left breast.

“Enjoying yourself?” She asks innocently.

“Yes your highness.” You reply. You’d be having a much better time of it if you could at least touch yourself.

Peering past Aphrodise’s shoulder you think you can see an article in the wardrobe with a Holstein print. From the bed you can’t tell exactly what or how large it is.

She finally turns around after arranging her web of beads in her mane and tail. You nervously try to adjust your loincloth without making your hardon too obvious. At least it’s knee length but you still feel horribly exposed with so little cloth on you.

The fabric of today’s toga is about as sheer as yesterday’s. Her dark red nipples still show through plain as day.

“There’s somepony I have to meet with very soon.” She says abruptly. “I’ll just be going to my study to see her for a little while. In the meantime, I want you to remain exactly where you are until I return. Understand.”

“Yes your highness.”

"And do you remember the first two rules we discussed in the bath?"

Discussed. That’s a laugh. She held you naked in her magic forcefield and lectured you like she’d caught you emptying the sweets jar.

“That I would follow your rules to the letter and only leave your sight with your permission, your highness.” You recite. It’s like being back in second year.

“Very good.” Yeah. Just like second year. “Otherwise,” she steps towards you and crouches so she’s looking you right in the eye. “I’ll have to punish you. And I really don’t want our relationship to have an even rougher start than it’s already had. Do you?”

“No your highness.” Rough start she says. After greeting her with your gaping anus and being magically restrained and lectured after jacking off in her bathroom, rough is an extremely generous definition of the morning you’ve had.

“Very good.” She says again before closing her eyes and puckering her lips. “How about a good morning kiss for your Queen?”

You internally debate whether or not she’s serious for all of one second before leaning forward and planting your lips on hers. You pull away after five seconds of contact and she opens her eyes. Her pucker remains. She looks dissatisfied but stands up and strides purposefully out of her room.

Now you’re alone. In the bedroom suite of a giant of a mare with a mother of all mothering fetishes. And a wardrobe full of dress up outfits. It’s still open. The trace of Holstein pattern is hidden behind the Lolita getup. And if she has such a trashy dress in her collection then you doubt it’s the worst option of clothing she has for you.

Curiosity and dread wrestle in your mind. Could whatever that cowhide patterned article of clothing is be any worse than the dress? And do you really want to find out? Yeah. You do.

Looking to your left and right, you try to gauge just where on the bed you’re sitting. You’re still floored by the sheer size of the damned thing. You bounce on your ass lightly to test the mattress. You figure it’s soft enough that you’d leave a dent if you got up. So you could probably slide off the bed, verify the nature of the mystery clothing and make it back to your spot on the mattress before Aphrodise comes back from whatever kind of appointment she has. With that plan in mind, you slip off the mattress.

You land on sore, creaking ankles and stagger before regaining your balance. You can manage this. It’ll only hurt if you overextend yourself. Even with your mobility restricted you can probably make it to and from the wardrobe with time to spare. You hobble over to your goal.

You pull the hem of the Lolita dress aside to reveal the target of your curiosity. It’s a vest. And it’s in your size. Aphrodise has a cow print vest for you. So is she into cowboy role play? Does she plan on having you put on the vest and milk her like a dairy cow? You don’t find the mental image unappealing.

You open the vest to see if there are any other kinky surprises hiding from you. There’s another article hanging from clips on the hanger inside the vest. And it’s a sparkly, purple speedo. Not what you were expecting but in hindsight you probably should have been. But the crotch is huge. Does she seriously expect you to be able to fill that? Speaking of...

Your balls are still roiling with fresh semen. You pull your loincloth to the side and cup your scrotum to examine it again. The blue and green vessels are still popping. And your dick still hasn’t received the memo to sit down and shut up. Your erection hasn’t died down at any point this morning. Not even after you came in the bathroom earlier.

Did Aphrodise slip you Viagra at any point? She couldn’t have. The only thing you’ve had to eat for the past two days is...her milk.

So it’s not just the teasing and blue balling that’s been keeping you hard. Her breast milk has to have some kind of aphrodisiac property to it. You think that sentence over again and realise just how much sense her name makes now. And possibly healing properties too since you can at least stand and move about on your own today compared to your prone state yesterday.

You examine your penis again, comparing the length to your palm. If you really have gained half an inch in length overnight then that’s probably another attribute of hers.

Alicorn breast milk. It’s one hell of a drug.

You catch your reflection in the mirror embedded in the wardrobe door and see another change to your appearance: your hair has grown a clear two inches at least. You kept your hair short for work because your manager was an obsessive compulsive jackass who nitpicked about everything and nothing and keeping it short was just one less thing he could nag you about. Now though it’s well beyond regulation length.

Aphrodise’s boob juice. It can’t be anything else doing this.

Two spears butt against the floor from the other side of the suite entrance. She’s back already. You wince as you painfully hobble back to the bed and plop your ass back on your dent in the mattress a bare second before the doors open and the source of your changes walks in followed by a smaller mare in a maid’s dress.

Aphrodise’s eyes lock onto you instantly and she walks leisurely towards you with the maid in tow. You feel beads of sweat form in your brow. She couldn’t have known you went against her orders could she? But she can levitate you around like you weigh as much as a feather and she did the whole water to wine thing right in front of you. For her having some kind of magical motion sensor has to be child’s play. Shit.

Aphrodise stands before you with her hands on her hips. Her gulch-like cleavage is on open display but you force yourself to look higher into her disapproving glare for the second time that morning.

“Sebastian, did you leave that spot on my bed while I was absent?” She’s testing you. You’ve got the choice of two answers and either way, you’re getting punished. May as well not put fuel on this fire.

“Yes your highness.” You say shamefully.

“And why did you disobey me despite our little talk about the ground rules?”

“I was curious.” You feel smaller and smaller with every answer.

“You were curious.” She repeats back. “You were interested to find out if the rules of my home didn’t apply to you?”

“No your highness.”

“Then what were you curious about, pray tell?”

“I wanted to know what was in the closet.” You decide not to admit what exactly you were looking for unless she asks.

“The closet.” She repeats. “You wanted to know what I kept in my wardrobe.” It’s a statement of fact. She may as well be saying the sun is hot.

“Yes.” You just want to get this punishment over with. Does she want you to grovel for a pardon? Or will she just spank you since she treats you like a small child?

“And was your curiosity satisfied by disobeying me?” Loaded question. You found regret.

“Yes.” It’s the simplest answer. And not really untrue.

“Do you make a habit of being nosy when you are a guest in another’s home, Sebastian?”

“No your highness.” Not really a lie either. You didn’t get invited anywhere much.

“Sebastian, stand up.” She says simply.

You obediently slide off the bed and stand ramrod straight in front of her without breaking eye contact.

“Now kneel.” Looks like she wants a display of grovelling.

You collapse to your knees on the spot but decide not to bow until she gives the order.

“Ms Au Lait, join him.” So the maid’s name is Au Lait. Is that all? Do ponies have extra names?

The mare kneels beside you as commanded. You steal a second’s glance at her. She has soft, light brown skin and a pixie cut a similar shade of white to a latte under her headdress. And boobs.

Her breasts are almost popping out of her uniform from their size. Some breast flesh is bulging out over the low window on her chest. It must be painfully tight like that.

Your eyes snap back to Aphrodise. She knows you just ogled the help, no point in denying or hiding it.

She looks down her nose at you for another few seconds before she turns back to the wardrobe with her hands clasped behind her back. It’s hard to see clearly from this angle but you think her horn is glowing again. So she’s using magic for something. Apparently she’s using magic on the loincloth covering your butt for some reason since it’s being pulled to one side.

You hear something slide on the floor, behind you? No. It’s right underneath you. There’s some mystery object under your ungirded loins and you think you know exactly what. The sliding sound repeats. This time to your right.

A whimper from Au Lait confirms your suspicions. You each have something poised to enter where the sun don’t shine and you’re both at the mercy of an angry dominatrix with the ability and will to force you to lower yourselves onto them.

But Aphrodise isn’t done yet. She finally turns around to face her captives again. And she now has a penis. She has an erect, eighteen inch long phallus wobbling in front of her with testes as large as tennis balls. There’s no way she could have hidden that monster from you in the bath. Did she grow it from magic while she was moving the most likely-buttplugs under you and Au Lait? Can she even do that?

She waves her new extension in your direction. You’ve never had the chance to examine a dick up this close and you never wanted it. But it certainly looks real. From the swollen head the same shade of red as her nipples to the thick veins crisscrossing across its surface to the wiry black hairs covering her balls. It looks like the real deal. Especially when she moves it alongside your head right next to your eyes. The musk from her scrotum is invasive. She mutely moves the fleshy rod over your head so you're staring right into her hairy, wrinkled sack. You breathe shallowly through your nose.

“In my entire life,” Aphrodise says at last, “I have never known such a degree of disrespect from both a guest and a member of my staff.” She inches her balls closer to your eyes. You don’t dare open your mouth, lest she decide to have you tongue her nuts. Or worse.

“I voluntarily take you into my home to recover from the effects of the petrificus potion. I clothe and bathe you and let you feed from my bosoms. And yet you decide my generosity and hospitality are secondary to your impulsive desires to invade my private areas.” She turns her dick on Au Lait. She turns with enough speed that she nearly whacks the poor mare across the jaw with it. “And you decide to criticise my decision to allow such a guest into my home in front of my own staff and guards.”

Au Lait’s apparently having similar thoughts as you with a huge dick in her face. She’s smartly keeping her mouth shut tight.

“I’m honestly at a loss for words.” Aphrodise says. “I’m also at a loss for a suitable punishment for this insolence. Should I simply terminate your employment, Ms Au Lait? Or should I make an example of you to deter any further acts of insubordination?”

Au Lait is whimpering and her lips trembling when you finally get the nerve to speak. “I beg for your forgiveness!” You blurt out, taking Aphrodise’s attention away from Au Lait.

“Excuse me?” Aphrodise demands.

“I beg for your forgiveness, my Queen!” You continue. “I-” You catch yourself before you say you meant no disrespect because you have no doubt Aphrodise wouldn’t believe it. “I beg for your forgiveness of my insolence. And of Miss Au Lait’s.”

Aphrodise smirks in amusement at your desperate act but returns her attention to Au Lait. “You are such a lucky mare to have a stallion speak up to defend your honour Ms Au Lait. But how do you defend your own actions of yesterday evening?”

Au Lait swallows and speaks her piece, trying to ignore the dong hovering next to her face.

“I cannot, my Queen." She says with a light, Belgian accent. “I cannot justify my speaking out of place or lack of professionalism from the day before. I can only accept any punitive measure you decide is appropriate for my disgrace.”

Aphrodise stares down her nose, and dick, at Au Lait for a long moment before taking a step backward. Au Lait sighs in relief as the penis is taken away from her proximity.

“Good answer.” Aphrodise says simply. “Perhaps pairing you together was a good idea after all.”

“Pairing?” You and Au Lait say in unison.

“Yes. You see before our guest, Mr Weissman, necessitated this little disciplinary display, my first idea for your punitive measures, Ms Sugar Au Lait, was for you to be his personal attendant once he had recovered from the long term effects of the petrificus potion. I had brought you to my study and my suite so you could meet one another and establish your relationship.”

You and Au Lait glance at each other for a second. This is sounding quite over the top to you both.

“Then this was...” You begin uncertainly, glancing down at Aphrodise’s penis.

“Oh, just a scare tactic.” Aphrodise chortles. “It comes right off.” And with that, she removes her phallus and balls from her groin. “You see?”

You steal a split second glance of her vulva before her own loincloth settles into place and you see the realistic texture on the fake penis recede. Now it looks like a deep blue, silicon sex toy.

“Magic.” You mutter.

“Magic indeed.” Aphrodise confirms. “Now rise and follow me to my study.”

Sugar Au Lait quickly stands and flattens out her skirt. It seems Aphrodise is not fond of undergarments since Au Lait is going commando. It could be part of Aphrodise’s house rules or another part of Au Lait’s punishment. At this point you wouldn’t be surprised by either.

You struggle to stand but your knees and ankles just call it a day and you stumble forward into Aphrodise's cleavage.
You hear her say something that ends up muffled from your position between her soft, warm boobs before she effortlessly picks you up under your arms. Holding you aloft like Rafiki once did with Simba, Aphrodise gives you her teasing smile before settling you onto her shoulder like she did when she carried you to and out of the bathroom this morning.

You look behind her as she carries you to the suite entrance and sure enough, right under where you and Au Lait had been kneeling were a pair of onyx black buttplugs. You feel like you both dodged a bullet with that.

*

The trip to Aphrodise’s study takes only about a minute down the hall. You pass guards and maids alike going about their duties and bowing as their Queen passes. When Au Lait comes into view though, eyes shoot wide open and lips disappear behind fingertips in shock. Thankfully Aphrodise doesn’t seem to have eyes on the back of her head. Then again she loves attention so maybe she’s just more lenient when it comes to pointing and staring than with speaking out of turn.

The journey ends with another set of oak doors and another pair of tall, barely armoured guards. The door opens of its own volition and Aphrodise enters without missing a stride with Au Lait in tow. Speaking of whom...

From your vantage point on her Queen’s shoulder you think you see Au Lait’s eyes dart down for a split second to Aphrodise’s behind. Well it’s definitely an attention grabber. Does this mean Au Lait likes females though? You glance down to see your carrier’s glossy, voluminous tail framed by the protruding shelf of her butt.

Yeah. It’s an ass without compare. And you had the privilege of washing it earlier.

The memory of soaping and massaging Aphrodise’s soft ass comes back in full force. And your dick, still won’t take a rest, decides to poke a smidge further into the boob resting on it.

Aphrodise gives a small chuckle at your involuntary reaction. She then lifts you off her shoulder with her magic and sets you down on a plush sofa before taking her own seat on your left.

“Now why don’t you two get to know each other while I get to running my kingdom?” She suggests sweetly as sheets of parchment lift off the low table in front of you and arrange themselves around her personal bubble.

You take her advice and turn your attention to Au Lait, having seated herself on the similarly plush armchair at the end of the table.

“So...” You both try to break the ice at the same time before realising this and chuckling at the cliché.

“After you.” She offers.

“No. Ladies first.” You counter.

“But I’m a maid, not a lady.” At least the awkwardness is starting to evaporate. “I was born and raised in Fetlock County and I had a job at a coffeehouse there for a few years after school before I was sent a job offering here in Palace Olympium.”

“Okay.” You say simply. “I’m guessing you were a barista?”

“Yep. Kitchenhand too sometimes. Really whatever needed to be done. I’d been doing it for almost six years before I heard of the job offering and so I decided to throw my hat into the ring.”

“What's the County like though? I'm not familiar with most of the country.”

“Oh it’s just a small, quiet place in the foothills of the Whitepeak mountain range. It’s no Canterlot or Manehatten but it’s home.”

“It’s a farming town?”

“Farming and timber. There are several logging camps and sawmills in the mountains and valleys. During winter that’s where all the local farmhands go so you almost never see a stallion around town.”

“And why did you decide to take the maid job? For the money?”

“That and the change of scenery. The coffeehouse was a nice place to work but working as a maid at Palace Olympium came with more benefits like more paid days off.”

“And if you’re going to take some personal leave it may as well be paid leave.”

“Exactly!” Au Lait chortles.

“Now it’s your turn.” She says. “Please. Tell me about where you’re from.”

“It doesn’t have much to be said about it compared to the rest of the country. Fremantle is just a small port town in the southwest corner of Western Australia.”

“Is that where you were born?”

“Yeah. Dad came down from Berlin in Germany to find work, met mum and you know how it goes. First comes love, then comes marriage-”

“Then comes baby in a baby carriage!” You finish together, chuckling. You’re really starting to like this mare. Aphrodise smiles at your display of harmony.

“First me, then the twins came out. We all went to the same schools but then we started drifting apart.” You continue.

“How so?”

“Me and my sisters all wanted to go to different universities. But I really didn’t know what I wanted to study. I took a couple of semesters in primer courses to see if there was anything that would grab my interest. But I got tired of being broke all the time so I decided to take a study break for a year and make some money.” You shake your head and sigh at your folly. “I was naive.”

“Why? Did it not go as planned?” Au Lait asks softly.

“Any job more than entry level requires you to go through about ten years worth of study for a qualification and to go up to your eyeballs in debt pursuing it.”

“Did you find one?”

“Yeah. I was desperate enough to apply for jobs in assisted living homes. The money was crap and the hours were even worse but I was out of options.”

“Was this assisted living for the elderly?” This comes from Aphrodise, surprising both you and Au Lait.

“Most of the time. The rest I was caring for people who simply couldn’t look after themselves.”

“It was a home for the physically disabled then?” Au Lait correctly deduces.

“They were people who were born sick, developed badly or were just plain unlucky in the genetic lottery. Some had spinal or brain injuries and hospitals just didn’t have the time or money to properly care for them.” You sigh at the unpleasant recollection. “But even with the low pay and long hours, the bigotry and ignorance you get from people when it comes to discussing what you do to make ends meet is disheartening.”

Aphrodise’s quill has stopped scratching. You have both mare’s attention now.

“These people are pretty much considered refuse that can’t be discarded and forgotten about. Or just drains on taxpayers wallets. But they’re still people. No one wants to acknowledge them as such. Or put in the effort to make their lives a little better.”

The silence stretches on for a minute.

“Oh look how time has flown!” Aphrodise remarks looking at the clock on the wall. “I think we could all do with some refreshments now. Could you please bring us some tea, cakes and sandwiches from the kitchens Ms Au Lait?”

“Certainly my Queen. Which tea would you prefer?”

“Surprise me.”

Au Lait stands and takes her leave, leaving you and Aphrodise alone again. A minute passes before she speaks up again.

“That was quite an impassioned display.” She notes.

You’re not all that proud of it. Things slip out whenever you fall into that hole and you invariably feel guilty after you climb out again. “I’m sorry for the negativity.” You say meekly.

“Don’t be. You’ve offered me a window into your past experiences. And I’m rather flattered to think that you trust me and Ms Au Lait to such a degree.”

You look up into Aphrodise’s face and see only understanding and empathy. Not a trace of mocking or teasing.

“I have an apology to make as well.” She admits.

This is getting strange. Then again the last day and a half of your life have been extremely non-standard.

“I have come to believe my display in the bedroom was excessive for the occasion. And I would like to offer my apologies for subjecting both you and Ms Au Lait to such an intrusive experience.”

Oh it nearly got very intrusive all right.

“This does not mean,” she continues, “that your actions are completely excusable either. But moving forward, I will refrain from making such extreme and threatening inquisitions.”

She sounds sincere. But you’re not in a position to reject her apology. “I accept your apology my Queen. And I will follow your house rules so long as I am within its walls.”

“That’s good. Now,” She’s fiddling with the strap over her left breast. That’s right. She only let you drink from her right breast so far today, “how about an offering to bind our agreement?” She suggests as she exposes her left boob to the world.

That is perhaps the best thing you have heard all morning. You scoot over to her and try to climb into her lap. You still don’t have the strength for it so she picks you up under your shoulders and delicately plops you onto her knees. You recline onto the armrest of the sofa with her engorged nipple right at your nose. It’s so close you’re almost seeing double by trying to keep it in focus.

Aphrodise begins massaging her areola with her left hand and coaxes a trickle of milk out. “Don’t let them escape.” She urges, back to teasing. You lick each drop up before it can run down her breast and latch onto the soft, warm nub.

“Ready when you are.” Aphrodise coos.

And you begin suckling with aplomb. The taste of milk hits you like a breath of life as your mouth steadily fills under the force of your suction. You swallow and begin the process again. The familiar headiness returns and your eyelids droop. You think of tempting fate and try to reach up to her breast with your hand. She gently catches you and guides your hand back down to rest on your chest. Groping denied.

“No touching.” She gently scorns. “Disobedient foals don’t get to touch the Queen’s bosoms.” You feel her reach under your loincloth and begin lightly massaging your testes. “But if you’re good for the rest of the day and follow the rules,” She pauses to make you pay attention to her ultimatum. “I might give you a little treat tonight before we go to bed. Can you do that?”

You nod around her nipple and rumble your answer through your throat, unwilling to let the breast escape.

Time doesn’t flow by nearly slowly enough for you before Aphrodise is stroking around your ear to rouse you. “Wake up Sebastian. Ms Au Lait is back with our lunch.”

With the greatest reluctance, you force your eyes open and let the nipple free from its confinement. Aphrodise gently helps you sit up and moves you back to the sofa. You’re still drowsy enough that you want to rest your head on the side of her right breast like a pillow. You’d want to do that anyway if you were fully awake.

Sugar Au Lait is sitting back in her armchair with a large tray with a teapot and two plates of sandwiches and pastries on the table. Aphrodise’s paperwork has been made scarce.

Even through your hazy vision though, Au Lait looks uncomfortable about something. Is it because she walked in on her Queen breastfeeding the human she just met today? No. It looks like she’s suppressing the desire to whimper in pain. As your vision clears up you see her dress looks even tighter around the chest area. She’s definitely in pain now.

“Oh, did you only bring two cups?” Aphrodise asks. She levitates one of the teacups and saucers up to eye level and with a flash of green magic, another identical cup and saucer float next to it. “Now that’s better.”

She sets the first cup down in front of her and floats the duplicate over to Au Lait. Then she notices her maid trying to hide her squirming. “Oh. Is that because of me?” She asks innocently.

A crystal pitcher, identical to the one she summoned at the hospital, pops into existence with another burst of magic and levitates in Au Lait’s direction. “Could you fill this up please, Ms Au Lait?”

That seems like the exact thing Au Lait was waiting to hear. She seizes the pitcher out of the air and settles it between her thighs. She then reaches behind her back and hurriedly unlaces her dress, freeing her swollen boobs. And with an ease that comes from doing it for her entire life, she points both nipples into the pitcher and squeezes twin rivers of milk into it.

Au Lait squeezes and juices her breasts rhythmically for about three minutes without rest as the liquid level in the pitcher creeps up. She finally leans back and breathes deeply with a vivid flush in her face as the pitcher sits almost full in her lap.

You honestly don’t know how you should react to what you just saw. It was a turn on for sure, not that your hardon has let up at all since you woke up, but the mares you’re around seem to be treating it like it’s entirely normal. As if the act of caressing and milking your laden breasts into a jug in front of your Ruler and her guest is as acceptable and as expected as breathing. And that’s not to mention the sheer amount of milk in it.

You estimate the volume of the pitcher to be about five to six litres and the milk level rests at about a sixth of the way from the rim. So Au Lait was holding some two and a half litres in each breast. No wonder she’s so relieved.

Aphrodise levitates the jug full of breast milk over to herself and summons a shot glass with her magic. She dips the shot into the milk and brings it to her lips. The milk vanishes between her lips and she swirls it in her cheeks before swallowing. She gives a contented “Hmmm” before producing another two shot glasses and dipping all three into the milk again. She touches a fingertip to the bottom of each shot and you see the milk change subtly in composition and colour.

“Would you like a taste?” She asks sweetly as the two new shots drift over to you and the still panting and flushed Au Lait.

You gently pluck yours out of the air and take a whiff. It’s alcoholic. You take the shot and savour the taste. Aphrodise turned her maid’s breast milk into a cream liqueur. You never learned about Jesus doing that in Religious Education.

Au Lait woozily takes her shot and knocks it back. Her face scrunches in pleasure and she relaxes again. You second that. That is some really nice liquor.

Aphrodise samples her own shot and smacks her lips in satisfaction. “Lovely as ever. But now it’s time for some proper lunch I believe.”

The tea pot pours steaming brown tea into each cup and the plates of sandwiches and cakes make the rounds between the three of you. You take a shortcake and two sandwiches in your fingers before the plates move onto Au Lait, who has recovered and composed herself enough to take part.

This is the first solid food you’ve had since you woke up in hospital. Actually it’s the first since you wound up in the forest. You never thought you would crave a simple tomato and cheese sandwich so much. Or just to have something to physically sink your teeth into. You hope you won’t have to give up on nursing from Aphrodise completely, but nor do you hope real food will be a rare occasion from now on.

Au Lait finishes her sandwiches and cake and resumes your conversation. “Sebastian, you said you had two younger sisters earlier. Could you tell me about them?”

She wants to hear about Isabella and Vanessa the twin gremlins. “Are you sure? A lot of it is unflattering.”

“Certainly. I have no siblings of my own so I don’t know how interesting life with them is. Especially with twins.”

“Well wonder no more. We were at each other’s throats all day and night. Those two would even gang up and cover each other’s alibis while they framed me for making a mess or breaking something.”

Au Lait seems a bit taken aback and Aphrodise is watching you out of the corner of her eye.

“It surely wasn’t like that all the time? Was it?” Au Lait presses a little more cautiously than before.

“Well, no.” You sigh. “I could actually get along with Isabella most of the time if we were watching or discussing a show, something political or doing a chore together. But Vanessa would, without fail, just derail everything and sweep ‘Bella into her chaos. When she was around they would just decide that trying to make me suffer an aneurism was more fun. Damned ‘Nessa.”

“But despite all that you were close enough to have nicknames for each other.” Aphrodise states.

“Calling us ‘close’ would be a rather generous interpretation.” You retort. “But we all chilled out. Eventually.”

“Do you ever wish it had been different?” Au Lait asks sensitively.

You sigh again. “I dare you to find any sibling who hasn’t claimed to hate their family at some point in their life. But, as an adult, I think I would have just stagnated if it weren’t for our constant need to one-up each other. So there’s that, I suppose.”

“Let’s not worry about the past.” Aphrodise says, sagely. “Rather, let’s focus on what makes us happy in the present. And in the future.” She finishes as she looks down at you slyly. That’s right. She offered you a treat if you behaved for the rest of the day. And if it’s anything like the ‘treats’ she’s given you already, then you intend to be good as gold.

“You worked at a coffehouse before coming to Olympium, Au Lait? Was it the family business?” You ask.

“Yes. Mother was propertier and manager but Father was actually a conductor and guard for the S.E.R.S. For thirty years he was working on the railroad.”

“All the live long day?”

“All the live long day!” Au Lait laughs. You have to admit that she’s cute as a button. And you’ve enjoyed talking with her so much that you had completely forgotten about her open front until her laughter sent her boobs jiggling all over the place.

When her chortles settle down, Au Lait finally notices her exposed chest. “Oh, I almost forgot about the girls.” She smiles contentedly as she puts her ‘girls’ away. A problem arises when she reaches behind her back. “Ummm, could I ask you to help me lace up again, please Sebastian?”

“Sure thing.” You say hesitantly before scooting over closer to Aphrodise. Au Lait rises from her seat and sits down again on your right with her back facing you. You quickly rethread the lace on the back of her dress and begin tying it between her shoulders.

“That’s a little tight.” Au Lait protests.

“Sorry.” You say before undoing the knot and letting some slack into the lace and retying it. “How’s that?”

She rolls her shoulders and pinches and shifts the fabric around her breasts before answering. “A little loose but I’ll fill up again in no time.”

“Alright then.” You say, simply.

Silence stretches on for a few seconds before Au Lait speaks up again. “Is something the matter, Sebastian?”

“I’m...trying to think of how to address the subject sensitively.” You confess.

“Then I can save you the trouble.” Au Lait holds up a hand and marks off each point on her fingers. “Yes, I regularly lactate. It’s something that I got from my mother’s side of the family. Yes, they often get in the way. Yes, they do get bigger during the day. Yes, stallions do stare at them. Yes, I do bottle and use my own milk instead of buying it. And no, I didn’t make a habit of putting it into the coffees I made.”

“Alright then.” You repeat after the info dump. “Sounds like something you’ve had to say quite a bit over the years.” She answered your question at least. And a few more.

“Yes. Yes I have. Boys.” She says derisively as she rolls her eyes.

An intrusive pain behind your eyes makes itself known and you bring your hand to your forehead. Your vision is swimming as your headache grows and you swoon onto Au Lait's shoulder.

“Sebastian? Are you alright?” She asks, alarmed.

Aphrodise pulls you upright before you can answer and presses the back of her hand against your forehead. “You’ve been trying too hard.” She says after a moment. “And I think giving you liquor was a mistake as well.”

“It was good liquor though.” You mumble. You can't disagree with her though. Socialising has worn you down and you didn't even realise it until too late.

“Shhh. No more talking.” She hushes you as she gently lays you down on the sofa. “Just rest.”

Your head settles on someone's thigh, though you're too addled and drained to tell if it's Aphrodise's or Au Lait's. You close your eyes and try to settle into a drifting semi-consciousness.