Chapter 17:
Meet the New Girl
After their morning fun, and with Milly ordered to stay off her feet, Nameless and Erica brought the cart laden with her cream to Paul.
Milly had told Erica all about the farmer and she was curious to meet him.
As the pair wrangled the cart off of the trail and towards his barn, he came out of his house to greet them.
“Hey kid, I heard you had quite the adventure, is Moon-Pie alright?”
Nameless briefly explained the shape of her hooves to the old man whose frown deepened the longer the kid spoke.
“So, you the sister?” He addressed the Katje.
“Yeah, I’m Erica. Milly and Master saved me. Please don’t be too hard on him about Milly’s feet. It was really my fault and she’s seen a lot worse in the arena, believe me!”
“Mmm… you had the same owner as Milly once upon a time? Cuz I don’t rightly care for the way she’s been treated.” He gave her a stern look.
“Yeah, our owner was a shithead. I killed him though, so don’t worry!”
“You did what now?” He was taken aback by her bluntness.
“I ripped his tongue out and ate his dick!” She said brightly while Nameless blanched.
The farmer gave her a long look, and then extended one hand.
“Name’s Paul, Paul Fletcher. I think you and I will get along just fine.”
Introductions out of the way they set to work bottling the milk, while they were gone Paul had picked up the first order of half-quart bottles and the second milking pail.
All told they had just over thirty bottles filled, much less than the last time. The adventure, and the very hungry cat, had interfered with the milking. Plus they left a few bottles for Miranda and Jan, who were apparently still asleep in the farmer’s guestroom, their injuries not yet healed.
An hour later, Nameless and Erica were in the market.
Paul had advised them not to let anyone haggle over the price of the milk and Erica was doing just that.
But one of Nameless’s first customers proved to be an extremely awkward situation for him: Tom Loskins had sent his daughter Cordelia to pick up several bottles as it turned out that as a baking ingredient the cream was great for gourmet pastries.
Contrary to her behaviour when he was working for her father, the girl was all smiles now, flirting openly with the uncomfortable young man.
“Hello, um, Nameless right?” She gave him a winning smirk.
“Uh… yeah. C-can I help you?”
“My father wants to buy six bottles of your milk. It’s a hundred and thirty coins a bottle right?”
“N-no, it’s still one hundred forty five.”
“Oh come now, we’re all friends here. Let’s not forget how my father helped you out before.” She said with what she clearly thought was an endearing pout.
Once she saw the diminutive orphan instead of the crotchety old farmer she decided to charm the price down. Nameless was indeed flustered by her coquettish attitude, and so she may have succeeded if he were alone.
What the girl failed to account for was Erica.
Once she had finished with another customer the Katje turned to see what was taking her lover so long, and recognized the girl from his memories almost as soon as she laid eyes on her.
“Hey, I know you! You’re that little snot that was mean to my Master!” Her green eyes narrowed and she did nothing to control her volume.
Nameless’s discomfort grew.
“Wh-what?!” The girl was startled, not expecting to face an aggressive Katje during her morning errands.
“Oh don’t play dumb you shit! You called him a parasite! Right to his face!”
A scandalized murmur went through the other people in line.
“N-no I didn’t!”
“Now you’re calling me a liar straight to my face!”
“W-well I-”
“Erica please calm down!” A red-faced Nameless placed himself between his cat and the flustered girl.
The market goers were all enjoying the drama, many of them knew who Nameless was and heard about his recent fortunes. More than a few also had experience with the other girl’s nasty temperament and were enjoying seeing her called out in public.
“I will not calm down Master! This little brat hurt you! The only reason I haven’t torn her ugly face off is because I don’t want to get you in trouble with Miranda!” Erica’s ears were flat and her tail was enormously puffed out.
“U-ugly?! What the hell! I’ve never even met you!”
The situation was rapidly deteriorating and the girl’s cheeks were red at the unwanted attention.
“Yeah ugly, like, on the inside! Why else would you say such cruel things to such a good man?”
Nameless was helplessly caught between the two bickering girls, largely ignored until Cordelia crossed a line.
“Look you stupid whore-”
Nameless shut her down immediately at that.
“Don’t you dare call her that!” He reared on the startled girl, he didn’t want to be in this situation but he knew exactly how painful that word was for Erica.
“Wh-”
“You can call me a parasite or a worthless orphan all you want, but don’t you ever say such horrible things to my girl!” Erica was taken aback by his sudden outrage, and more than a little aroused; “And yeah, Tom did me a favour, but I worked my ass off for it! So if you want some of our mate’s milk you will have to pay the same price as everybody else!”
The girl’s face had gone from red to white at his words, she did not like this kind of attention. She was used to special treatment because of her looks.
She sputtered at him for a bit, then looked around at the frowns of the other people in line and fled, her dignity in tatters behind her.
“Hmph, good riddance!” Erica watched her flee.
Nameless sighed, rubbing both of his eyes with the heels of his hands.
“Erica, you can’t go off on people like that! Just because she was rude to me one time-”
“We both know she was more than rude, Master!” Her arms were crossed now and her lip pouted a bit.
“Yes, but her father was good to me so-”
“Well, then he can buy the milk!”
“Erica…”
“No Master! If someone is a shit to you I will not lie down and take it and neither will Milly, just be glad she wasn’t here because she would’ve broken that bratty little bitch in half! So you better get used to us defending your honour!”
Nameless went pink at that, there was a chuckle from the onlookers.
It was readily apparent that she wouldn’t give him an inch on this, so he let it drop.
The drama over, the rest of the bottles sold quickly enough. Paul had not been kidding about the shortage of the stuff.
Afterwards, they packed up the cart and did some shopping and Nameless soon found himself in a shop he never thought to enter in his life. Erica was trying on underwear while he was trying to be invisible to the other women in the store, many of whom merely gave him knowing looks.
Evidently it was a custom in such places for a girl to bring her man in to seek his approval on her underwear choices. Nameless had some doubts though as he seemed to be the only man present.
“I really like these ones from the Aegis compound. I want to find more like them.” She calmly lifted her shirt and presented her black and purple panties to him.
“E-Erica! Please!” He tried to pull her shirt back down.
“Oh hush, Master. Even in this little town girls dress to impress their man. Right?” She turned to another woman in the cosy shop whose cheeks turned pink before she gave a coy nod; “I also want to see if they have anything for Milly. She doesn’t do underwear, too dainty for her, but a change of overalls, some more shorts and some shirts would be nice!”
She dragged a blushing Nameless to another few shops, spending a not insignificant amount of money on clothes, but he hadn’t the heart, or the balls, to stop her. That and the girls both needed a wardrobe.
She surprised him again when she took him shopping for clothes that actually fit him; it was a strange sensation indeed not having to roll up his sleeves for once.
Lastly they stopped by the apothecary and picked up an unguent that Paul had recommended for Milly’s feet.
On their way out of town Nameless noticed that Erica looked worried about something.
“Erica? What’s wrong?”
“Oh! Um… nothing!” At his frown she sighed and continued; “I guess I’m just a little nervous about, well… this place is really nice, aside from a certain snotty baker’s daughter… and I’m just worried about fitting in, I’m used to places much rougher than this!”
“You fit in better than I do! You were so friendly with the customers, plus you’re really b-beautiful so…” He ended with a shrug.
“Oh you are a charmer, lover!”
With a warm smile she leaned in and gave his ear several playful licks, he had no escape as they were both pulling the cart from inside the handle, even together unable to match Milly’s strength.
“Erica!” His tone was scandalized.
There were people about and her tongue had grown quite ardent with his tender earlobe.
She giggled, and then started pulling the cart faster. He was forced to match her pace, confused.
Her intentions became clear when they turned into Paul’s drive. She parked the cart to one side, dropped the handle and pulled him by his shirt into the privacy of the bushes.
She dropped her panties down to one ankle, held her shirt up with one hand and leaned against a tree with the other. She presented her pert butt to him, her tail swishing as she watched him over one shoulder, hunger in her eyes.
Nameless had never had a quickie before.
He found he rather liked them.
Once the pair was finished, they sorted out their clothes and she slipped her panties into his pocket with a kiss to his cheek and a giggle before she gave him several more licks to groom his scruffy hair.
Both still breathing heavily, they made their way up the drive and dropped off Paul’s share of the profits with the farmer.
He gave their ruffled appearance long enough of a look to make Nameless blush and Erica smile smugly.
“I take it I don’t have to worry about Moon-Pie’s sex life?” He asked with a chuckle.
“I don’t know… can Minotaurs die of exhaustion? Our master is a beast in the sack!” Erica replied with a one armed hug to a furiously blushing Nameless.
“Ha! I knew I was gunna like you! Well, before you start anything at the cottage you should know that Joe is back to work. And while he certainly wouldn’t mind the show, that prune he married surely would!” He chuckled and left them to tend to some of his own chores.
When they arrived at the cottage Joe was hard at work thatching the roof while his wife sat on the porch and Milly watched from below, Nameless and Erica both frowned at the sight of her on her feet.
She didn’t finish greeting them before they dragged her back into the cottage and flopped her down onto the bed.
“You are being a naughty cow! Master told you to stay off your feet! I even had a treat ready for you but I’m not sure you deserve it now!”
Erica’s chastisement was clearly fraudulent, but Milly seemed to take her seriously.
“Oh! Please, I’ll be good!”
Without preamble, Erica crawled over her head and sat on her face, pressing her naked labia to the startled cow’s lips.
“Well, go on, you have to work to get your treat!”
Hesitantly Milly slipped her tongue inside the Katje, until she recognized the familiar taste of their man’s cum and became much more aggressive about it.
Erica began to purr as her tail swished over Milly’s forehead, shifting her hair around and tickling her. Then the Katje reached down and began to paw at Milly’s covered groin. Eventually unsnapping her overalls to pull the fabric down and slip her hand underneath, down Milly’s stomach and over her pelvis to her waiting sex.
Still spent from the sex in the bushes, Nameless set to work instead of joining them; putting the new clothes away in the dresser he then left the girls to their fun, exiting the cottage to help Joe.
Joe’s wife was sitting on the porch still, and blushed furiously as Nameless walked past, for his part Joe was studiously ignoring the steadily increasing sounds of passion coming from inside the cottage.
They worked together for a few hours before calling it a day, Joe and his uptight wife taking their leave.
Work finished, Nameless was sweating profusely and eyed the pond longingly. He poked his head into the cottage and called for the girls.
“Erica, Milly, do you want to come swimming with me?”
Milly immediately responded, her voice coming from the back room.
“Skinny dipping?!”
He blushed, remembering what Paul had said to them about the pond.
“Er, y-yeah I guess. If you want.”
Suddenly there was a thumping as Milly charged out of the cottage at him, already nude.
“Milly! Your feet!”
“I’ll be fine once we’re in the water!”
He found himself hefted into a bridal carry by the over-eager cow who ran them both to the water’s edge while an equally nude Erica followed, laughing at her bond-sister’s enthusiasm.
“Wait! My clothes!”
But it was too late. Milly plowed right into the pond and unceremoniously dumped him into the water.
He came up sputtering as Erica laughed her ass off from the shore, and Milly looked a bit sheepish, her head poking out of the water.
“S-sorry Master! I’ve wanted to swim with you since Paul first told us the story about the Naiad.”
His shock fading, he pulled off his sopping clothes.
“That’s okay Milly, I’m glad that you’re excited.”
Erica watched them both from shore, still laughing.
“Aren’t you coming in?” He tilted his head to one side.
“What?! No! I take baths and I take showers. I don’t SWIM!”
Milly calmly took his clothes from him and waded to shore, water dripping gloriously from her milky flesh as she emerged from the pond.
Cat girls had very good reflexes, but Milly was so guileless that Erica never thought for a second that her sister would suddenly grab her and toss her into the water.
The Katje gave a startled yowl as she flew in an arc before she hit the surface right next to Nameless.
Again he was shocked at Milly’s behaviour.
She just smiled at him.
“She was being a bad kitty when she laughed at you Master.”
Erica emerged, her ears flat to her head, her hair slicked down and her arms held out to either side to keep them out of the water that came up to just above her naval. Her nipples were pebbled outwards from the chill of the pond.
She gave Milly a murderous glare.
Nameless couldn’t help it, she just looked so mad. He started to laugh.
Erica’s head shifted to him and her eyes narrowed, a low threatening yowl emerged from her throat.
His laughter faltered as she drew herself into a predatory crouch, her growl intensifying, getting higher in pitch, and building towards something terrible.
“E-Erica?”
She pounced.
Her tackle took him down under the water again and she wrestled with him, easily overpowering him. She pulled him to the surface only to then dunk him repeatedly while he sputtered.
Milly placidly waded back into the water, creating an impressive wake as she leaned forwards and let the pond take her weight off of her sore feet with a happy moo, oblivious to the fact that less than ten feet away her sister was murdering someone.