A Holstaur Came to Stay

In the end I decided it was wiser to bring her with me. It was better to have her there when picking what she could eat.

We headed off shortly after her morning milking. I was a lot less clumsy with that this time. There was less trepidation. I knew now where to squeeze her breasts to get the most milk out of her. Though, I still needed to be told by her when to stop.

The sky was dark and brooding as we reached the supermarket. The rain had been steady over the last day, only easing up long enough for us to head out. Though I kept an umbrella with me. I didn't trust those dark clouds.

'Oh my! Look at it all!'

She hurried over to the display shelves of fruit, her tail swishing behind her.

'Can we get some of these?'

'Sure. Grab whatever you want.'

I began pilling fruit after fruit into the shopping trolley as she pointed out her favourites. Discovering each one seemed to make her more and more giddy. She held the fruits to her nose, drinking in the scent, looking as blissful as when I milked her. I had never seen someone so excited about fruits and vegetables.

'Mummy! Mummy! Look!'

We both turned to see a small child running over to Madeline with his finger pointed straight at her.

'It's a holsy!'

'A holstaur, sweety.' His mum hurried over to him. 'Come on, let's not bother them.'

'It's okay.'

Madeline squatted down on her hooves, the frills of her skirt fluttering against the black and white patterned fur of her legs. She beamed at the boy.

'Have you ever seen a holstaur before?'

The boy shook his head, wide eyed with wonderment.

'You have horns on your head.'

'I do!'

'Can I touch them?'

'Of course you can.'

She lowered her head to him, her long hair spilling over her shoulders. He tentatively poked the tips of her small horns. A moment later he stepped back, holding his hands close to him, giggling.

'What do you say to the nice holstaur?' His mother said.

'Thank you!'

Madeline waved to him as he hurried after his mother, almost tripping as he tried to keep her in sight. Madeline was grinning as much as he was.

There was something about her that I hadn't been able to place since she first arrived. Something that made her so charming to be around. I now felt like I understood it a bit better. She seemed to exude an aura of pleasantness to everyone she came in contact with. She seemed at peace with the world, relishing in the joys it provided. It was infectious.

She turned back to me, still beaming, and caught me staring.

'What?'

'Nothing.'

Soon our shopping trolley was full and we headed to the check-out. Madeline grabbed the bags as they were packed.

'You don't have to carry all of them. I can take those.'

'I want to help, though. I can take some.'

I saw no point arguing. As the cashier continued to bag our items, I realised I wouldn't be able to carry all of them anyway.

As I paid, I overheard a woman speaking from the next counter.

'It's just not right to bring an animal into a grocery store. It's unhygienic. He should know better.'

I felt uneasy at the thought that they were speaking about us. Surely they were. I couldn't imagine who else they could be referring too. There hadn't been any indication that I wasn't allowed to bring Madeline in here. Not even the cashier had commented on her being there.

I thanked the cashier when she gave my card back to me and grabbed the bags, looking forward to getting out of there. Though as I did I noticed Madeline. The girl that could find all of the joy in the world seemed to be gone from her eyes. She looked as if she was wished to shrink out of sight.

I led the way toward the exit.

'What is it?'

'I don't think I should have come...'

'You heard that woman, too?'

She gave a nod as we reached the doors. As the slid open the roar of the downpour outside met us.

I put my bags down so I could open my umbrella.

'Come on, it's not that far to my place.'

I held the umbrella over her as I picked up my bags, but she stepped back.

'I'm fine. The rain doesn't bother me that much. You take it.'

'It's pouring down. You'll get drenched!'

She shuffled her hooves and gazed off into the rain. I stepped over to her and held the umbrella over the both of us.

'Don't worry about what that woman said. I wanted you to come.'

She gave me a weak smile.

'I wasn't, I'm just...' she let out a sigh. '... all unsure about myself all of a sudden. It's fine.'

She wrapped her arm around my back and pulled close to me. Her large breast pushed against my side. It was so warm.

With one more smile from her we set off into the rain. The wind cut into us and the rain drenched our legs. We hurried, desperate to get out of the rain. To get home quicker we abandoned the path and cut across the grass. To my chagrin, the ground was a muddy mess and we probably took longer as we placed each step with care.

Finally, we reached the house. I shook off the umbrella as we huddled under the eave of the front door. My shoes were a mess. They were completely covered in mud. Even my pants were splattered with it. I pulled my shoes off and stepped inside, determined to change my pants as soon as possible.

As I turned to close the door I found Madeline still standing outside.

'What are you waiting for?'

'I can't step inside like this.'

She lifted her leg to show a muddy hoof.

'Ah. Um...'

I looked around, wracking my brains before stepping over to her.

'Here, I'll carry you to the bathroom.'

'Oh, uh...'

She stiffened for a second before placing her bags of groceries inside the door.

'Um... okay.'

In one swift motion, I lifted her in my arms. She was surprisingly light despite having such large breasts. I carried her inside, kicking the door closed behind us. The moment it shut it felt like the temperature jumped a few degrees. The wind was freezing.

I made my way down the hallway and into the bathroom, putting her down in the tub. The rain splattered against the bathroom window in large drops. We may be warm in here, but we hadn't escaped the din of the rain.

I looked down over her. The mud had splashed up her legs too, causing her fur to matte around it. It would be impossible to get her legs under the tap.

'We'll need to fill the bath to get your legs clean. You might have to take your skirt off. You can probably keep your underwear on, though.'

She pulled her shirt off over her head and threw it onto the floor before beginning to take her skirt off.

'It's fine, I don't need to keep them on.'

I suddenly became aware of the situation. I had been so caught up in the idea of washing her hooves that I hadn't given any thought to decency. If she needed to take a bath to get clean, then I should just excuse myself and let her do that.

'Uh, I can just leave you to take a bath, if you want. I didn't mean to...'

She giggled at my flustering.

'I really don't care if you see me naked. I don't have anything to hide. Quite a few times at the farm we didn't bother wearing clothes. They just got dirty anyway. Besides, you've already seen my breasts. In my opinion, there's more to see with them then down here.'

As she spoke she pulled her panties down, revealing a small, neat patch of pubic hair. I knelt down by the bath to hide the tent straining against my pants. I wasn't sure if I could take much more of this.

'Oh good, so you are staying,' she joked, shotting me a wry grin as she leaned forward to turn on the tap.

The water flowed over her hooves, washing the mud from them. Once she had rinsed them off, she put the plug into the drain and let the bath fill up. I could feel the steam rising off the water. It was nice after being out in that freezing wind.

I couldn't help but let my eyes linger over her. As the water rose, the fur on her legs danced and swayed freely beneath it. My eyes followed her leg up to her thigh where the fur stopped. From there up her skin was smooth and hairless.

'Do you shave where your fur ends?'

'Huh? No it just grows like that. My fur just stops there.'

'No, I mean your legs above the fur. Do you shave the hair that grows there?'

'What hair?' She stared at me in confusion. 'Oh, do you mean like the hair humans get on their legs? No, I don't have any of that. Just this hair here.'

She ran her hand over her pubic hair and my heart jumped into my throat. Innocent thoughts, innocent thoughts. To change the subject I began scrubbing her legs. The mud had caused her fur to tangle. In some places it really needed to be teased apart.

She worked on the upper part of her legs, leaning forward to reach them. Occasionally, her breasts would graze against my hands. Given that I had already milked her twice since coming to live here, it shouldn't have mattered. But given the situation, every time it happened I was reminded just how horny I was. Every time I had to resist the urge to grab them and climb into the tub on top of her.

I worked my way down her leg until I reached her cloven hoof. I couldn't help but take the time to explore it. It was fascinating how it connected to her leg. My interest seemed to attract her attention.

'What is it?'

'It's just your hooves. I've never had the chance to look at them this close before. They're interesting.'

'Interesting how?'

'I don't know. They're cool. It's weird how you can stand on something so small.'

'They seem just the right size to me. If anything, I've always found human feet to be the more perplexing ones. They're so long. Where does your weight sit? The heel? It's the part under your leg, but then what's the point of the rest of the foot.'

She leant over to see my feet, the tops of her breasts spilling over the edge of the tub as they squished up against it.

'And they just look too soft to be feet. I would imagine it'd be like walking around on my hands. Don't they get sore? I mean, what happens if you stand on some prickly grass?'

I gave a chuckle.

'Yeah, that does hurt. But that's why we wear shoes.'

She shook her head with a grin.

'See, hooves are better. I don't need shoes.'

Once her fur was mud-free, I pulled the plug and let the tub drain. Making sure there were no noticeable tents in the front of my pants, I stood up and offered her a hand standing. The tub rang like a gong with each of her hoof steps as she stood up.

'At least feet are quieter.'

She poked her tongue out at me in response as she stepped out of the bath.

~

The rain had only grown wilder as the afternoon turned to night. I tried my hand at making a curry for dinner with some of the vegetables we had bought and some of Madeline's milk. It turned out all right, I guess. Madeline seemed to like it anyway. I would need to work on cooking some of these new recipes.

By the time I turned in for the night, a thunderstorm had rolled in. I curled up under the covers, listening to the rain hitting the window. There was nothing better to go to sleep listening to.

A flash of lightning illuminated the room before a crack of thunder rumbled. It was deafeningly loud. The storm must have been right above us.

As the thunder dissipated, I heard another sound. The sound of hooves running down the hallway followed by a knock at my door.

'Come in.'

The door opened and Madeline stepped inside. Even in the darkness, I could see she was only wearing a pair of panties.

'What is it?'

'Um, could I... stay with you tonight?'

'Yeah, sure. What brought this on?'

'I just... I don't like...'

A flash of lightning light up the night sky and she flung herself onto the bed, scrambling to get under the covers. I winced as her hoof connected with my shin. She shook as the thunder crashed overhead.

'Are you scared of storms?'

'Sort of, I guess... We just always had others to cuddle with on the farm when a storm came. I don't want to be out there on my own.'

Another clap of thunder hit, causing her to jump. Without thinking, I put my arm around her and pulled her in close. Her breasts pushed into my chest and the scent of her intoxicated me. To my surprise she wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her head into my chest.

We just lay there, just feeling the warmth of each other's body as the storm raged outside. Finally I broke the silence.

'Why are you only wearing panties? Weren't you cold?'

She shrugged.

'Yeah, a little, I suppose. I just don't like sleeping with a shirt on. It's bad enough with my breasts feeling so full when I wake up, I don't want to make it worse by sleeping with them squeezed into a shirt.'

'Do you ever get tired of it?'

'What? Producing milk?'

'Yeah. Seems like it would be a hassle.'

'Really? I don't think it is. I enjoy doing it.'

'I would probably get sick of it.'

'You wouldn't say that if you've tried it.'

The storm continued on outside, slowly moving on and leaving us with only the sound of rain. Somewhere in there, the two of us drifted off to sleep, warm and in each other's arms.

~

I woke up the next morning to Madeline shifting under the covers. She sat up, rubbing her breasts. Upon seeing that I was awake, she gave my thigh a pat and crawled out of bed.

'Come on. It's milking time!'

I blinked against the morning light that fought its way through the dark clouds outside. It was still raining. I sat up, feeling something cold against my stomach. There were two wet patches on my shirt, presumably where Madeline's nipples had pressed into me during the night.

I grabbed a new shirt and followed her out to the living room. I was beginning to find routine in this. Grab the pot, position it under her, and massage.

Though something seemed different today. Madeline usually just closed her eyes and enjoyed the whole thing. But today she kept looking at me with a smile on her face.

'What is it?'

'Nothing.'

She didn't say another word for the rest of the milking, yet I noticed her tail swished back and forth the whole time.

~

That night the rain still poured down outside, never relenting. As I prepared for bed, Madeline poked her head into the room.

'Would it be okay if I slept with you again tonight?'

'Sure, if you want. Are you sick of the couch already?'

'No, I just like sleeping in here with you. It's nice.'

She strolled over to the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of panties again. The memory of what was beneath those was still burnt into my mind from yesterday. Her breasts bounced with each step. It was a tantalizing display that I wasn't sure she was entirely aware of. Either way, it still had an effect on me.

She crawled across the bed to her side and slipped under the sheets. I flicked off the light and joined her. Once I was under the covers she wasted no time sliding over and wrapping her arms around me. It took me by surprise, but I made no protest as I snuggled back into her.

'You're awfully friendly tonight.'

'Am I?'

She nuzzled her head into my chest, the scent of her hair filling my nose. Her ear twitched against me and the fur of her legs tickled mine. She pulled her head back to look up at me.

'I'm just happy.'

'What for?'

'We always used to try and predict who would adopt us at the farm. Imagining what lives may lay ahead of us. Now that I'm finally here, I couldn't have asked for a better life.'

Suddenly her lips were on mine. Her soft lips. Her nose rubbing up against mine. The intoxicating smell of her hair all around me.

And yet I pushed her away.

She gazed up at me with a shocked look. I bit my lip. I wasn't even sure if I was doing what I wanted. Or what I should. It seemed such a blur of uncertainty that I didn't know what interest I was acting on anymore.

'What?' she asked. She looked terrified at my reaction.

'I just... I don't think it's very appropriate for us to do this.'

'Why not?'

There were tears in her eyes and on the note of every word she spoke. I couldn't deny how much it broke my heart to see her cry. And for me to be the reason she was.

I didn't answer her. I couldn't. Nothing I could say would make this better or even scratch the surface of what was holding me back.

She crawled out of bed and disappeared from the room. The sound of her hooves down the hall the only lingering sound.

I sat there for a while. Unsure of myself. Every part of me wanted to go after her. My heart still ached from seeing her cry. Ached from pushing her away when I wanted that as much as she did, longed for the feel of her close to me at night, and still swelled at the thought of her smile. She might have been a holstaur, but everything I was feeling was so very human.

But what of her being a holstaur? Was it even acceptable for us to be together? Would people judge me for being with her? Would it honestly matter to lose her to gain the passive acceptance of strangers?

I pulled the sheets back and got out of bed. I was an idiot.

I headed down the hallway to the living room. There she was, curled up on the couch.

'You know, when you first arrived I couldn't take my eyes off you. There's something about you that I can't get out of my head, no matter how much I try. I was an idiot.'

She sat up, wiping her cheeks.

'Do you mean it?'

'Every word.'

She stood up and crossed the room to me.

'I felt the same way. I couldn't have been happier to find you open the door.'

It was me who initiated the kiss this time. I held her close as I passionately kissed her, our tongues exploring each other's'.

We moved across the room, still locked at the lips, until we fell back onto the couch. I broke off the kiss and moved down her, taking one of her nipples in my mouth. A nipple at the end of those large breasts. I kneaded and squeezed them, letting out all the pent up desire from every time I milked her.

I sucked and licked her nipple until a stream of milk began to flow out. It was so sweet, and even better straight from the source. I suckled on her breasts, drawing more and more out of her before switching to her other nipple to do the same. She moaned in time with my suckling until milk began to flow from this nipple too.

My hand caressed her waist, slowly travelling down until my fingers found her panties. I traced a finger across the silken fabric of her crotch, causing her to grab a handful of hair on the back of my head. I traced my fingers back and forth, paying special attention to the hardening nub at the top. Finally, with one more pass, I slipped my hand into her panties. She let out a gasp before letting out her first 'OOOoooOO!' as my fingers rubbed her clit directly.

Her short pubic hair scratched at my fingers while her hooves thudded on the ground as she squirmed. Her hands appeared at my waistline and my pants were pulled down in with a quick motion. My cock sprang free, already rock hard and glistening with pre-cum. A drip of pre-cum fell and landed on her furry leg. My cock was begging for what was to come. All the denied desire from the last couple of days. The tantalizing thoughts of her breasts and pussy that had teased me to no end. Finally, I would satiate them by plunging deep into her.

I let her milky nipple fall from my mouth and pulled the rest of my clothes off. She took the opportunity to wriggle her panties off over her wide hips and kicked them aside. I climbed back over her. She looked so perfect in the moonlight. A white trail led down her breasts from each nipple as her milk slowly leaked from her. Her small pussy sat so delicately between those thick thighs and wide hips. I couldn't take it anymore.

I positioned myself between her legs, grabbing one of her thighs and pulling it up over my shoulder. The fur of her leg tickled my skin, only adding to the erotic nature of this. I was about to fuck a holstaur. A sexy beautiful holstaur.

I rubbed the head of my cock over her pussy lips. She was completely soaked.