Got Milk Misty?

“Thanks for showing me round your Uncle's Miltank Ranch Whitney!” Misty smiled as her and Whitney entered a cabin. “It was nice revisiting this place.”


“My pleasure Misty it was nice seeing you again.” Whitney replied.

Ever since her sisters returned from their vacation, the Cerulean City Gym Leader Misty had been revisiting places from her travels to see how everyone her, Brock and Ash help out were getting along and seeing old friends again. She had been aching to travel again ever since looking after the family gym and while Ash and Brock were getting along just fine with May and Max, she figured travelling along and rekindling old memories and friends would make a nice change from the daily Team Rocket plans and such. She had already revisited all of Kanto and had already made a good start with Johto, having already revisited Violet and Azalea Town, and all the places in-between. Today, she met up with Whitney again, the Gym Leader of Goldenrod City.

“Well, I best be going.” said Misty. “I'm hoping to reach Ecruteak City by nightfall.”

“Aww, won't you stay for a drink of Miltank Milk?” Whitney asked. “Bet you're thirsty from all that walking.”

“Oh yeah, that stuff tasted delicious! Yeah, I'll have some!”

Misty sat down on a chair by the table in the centre of the cabin as Whitney walked over to the fridge, took out a red carton of milk and poured it into a glass, then gave it to Misty, who took a big sip of the drink.

“Hmm, it's got a slightly different taste from last time.” Misty said, trying to work out what was different to the milk this time with her tongue, licking her lips and inner mouth.

“Oh, it has a bit of an........after taste.” Whitney explained, as Misty placed her hand on her forehead. The redhead's mind began to feel fuzzy, causing her to become dizzy as thinking became a hard task for Misty.

“Feel...strange...” Misty muttered, as her eyes now looked empty, deep into a trance.

“Don't try to think Misty, just like it take over you mind.” Whitney instructed. “Let it dissolve your memories and leave your mind open to suggestion. Thinking feels bad, obeying feels great!”

“Th-thinking feels...bad...Obeying....feels...great...” Misty replied, almost robotic like.

“Do you like it Misty? I specially made that milk after I heard you were coming to visit! Always thought you were kinda hot after you visited my Gym the first time, so rather then risk rejection, I've made you into a mindless slave! Do you like it?”

“Yes Whitney.” Misty spoke. Her mind was now lost from whatever it was the milk contained.

“Call me Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now stand up!”

Misty did as she was and stood up from the chair she was sitting on, then moved away from the table.

“Now strip!”

With no hesitation, Misty unhooked her red suspenders, the pulled off her yellow shirt, dropping it to the floor with her suspenders and shoes she already slipped out of. Contributing to the the piles of clothes next were Misty's shorts as she pulled them down her long legs, taking her socks off at the same time. Misty returned to her stance, standing to attention for orders and only in her underwear.

“Take off the bra and panties too!” Whitney ordered, and Misty obeyed, unhooking her bra and freeing her breasts, before dropping her bra onto the pile of clothes. Just like her shorts before, Misty pulled down her Psyduck panties and place them on top of the pile. Back in her stance again, Misty was now naked.

“Not bad!” Whitney complimented on Misty's exposed body, walking around Misty to examine every part of her eighteen year old body. “I've had dreams of wondering what you look like naked for years, and I'm not disappointed. That butt of yours mind looks even better then I could ever of imagined!”

Whitney then walked away from Misty to get something from a cupboard. She took two items out of a box then walked back to Misty.

“Put these on!” Whitney commanded, handing her a black and white headband with cow ears, and a collar with a large cowbell attached to it. Misty took the collar from her and placed it on her neck, with the cowbell nearly resting on top of her breasts. She then placed the headband on top of her head, then returned to her attention stance.

“Get down on all fours!” Whitney further commanded, and Misty got down on all fours like an animal. “From this point on, you are a cow, just like a Miltank! Your life consists of nothing but roaming the fields with the ranch and getting milked! Being milked is the greatest pleasure for you, you cannot wait to be milked! You belong to me, and are a very obedient cow! You are a special cow that looks human, but you will never question that! Your only purpose is to serve your Mistress and provide plenty of delicious milk! When I snap my fingers, these thoughts will stay in your mind for the rest of your life! One, two, THREE!”

Whitney snapped her fingers. Misty was still for a few seconds before a big smile appeared on her face.

“Misty?” Whitney asked her mindless slave. “How are you feeling?”

“...Mooooooo.” Misty cried in delight of being in the preasence of her Mistress. “Mooooooooooo!”

“Haha, that's it, good cow!” Whitney laughed. “Ah yes, you look and sound great! Though to do need a tail. Perhaps tomorrow I'll making you a buttplug tail, and maybe even use that ponytail of yours as the hair on the end! Kind of debating whether to give you a cow ring on your nose, but we're cross that bridge when we get to it!”

Whitney gave her cowgirl a soft pat on the ass.

“Come Misty, I'll take you somewhere you're gonna love!”

“Mooooooooo!”

Whitney exited the cabin and Misty followed on, crawling slowly on the floor, following her Mistress to the barn next door. Inside the barn, Whitney led Misty to an unusual contraption, one with two circular pumps connected to a tube each to a small steel box which switches that had another two tubes that ended inside two steel milk tanks.

“This is where we milk our special Miltank to create special milk like that hypno milk I gave you.” Whitney explained. “Of course, I think we can use it for you as well!”

“Mooooooo!” Misty mooed happily as she crawl towards the pumps.

“But before we can begin, drink this.”

Whitney held another glass of milk in her hand and made Misty drink every last drop of it. Misty began to feel her chest become very sensitive as her breasts began to swell in size, going larger and larger until there were the size of two basketballs hanging off of Misty.

“That's another one of my special milks. It makes your boobies perfect for milking!”

Whitney pressed a switch on the steel box, causing it to vibrate and hum loudly. With both pumps in hand, Whitney pressed them both against Misty's breasts till the suction attached on, making Misty's nipples to go hard with excitement.

“Let's get you started.” said Whitney as she grabbed her cow's breasts and began to pull on them like udders. She kept at it till soon enough, a small tinkle of milk started to come out of Misty's breasts that turned into full on squirts of milk pumping out of her breasts. It hurt at first for Misty as her nipples felt like they were burning but it soon felt fine to her, almost pleasurable to her now.

“Very good Misty!” Whitney congratulated. “Now that you're milking, you should fill those tanks in about an hour, and the best part is that milk I gave you will ensure your breasts will never dry up or sag, we we'll have an endless supply of milk!”

“Mooooooo!” Misty smiled, lost in her pleasure of being milked.

“After you're done, I'll take you out into the special fields where you can eat some of the special grass that's just perfect for you, then maybe I'll milk you some more afterwards!”

“Moooo moooooo!”

And that's how life was for Misty from then on, not that she complained. As far as she was aware, this was her life and purpose, to be a milking cow for her Mistress, walk in the fields and eat grass, and just do what her Mistress told her to do, no more how un-cow like her orders were sometimes.

Either way, sales of Misty Cow Milk were through the roof for many many months.....

The End?