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Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.

So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?

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A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo.

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[She's very tall, buff, a minotaur, and has massive, milk-producing breasts. Gotta be a couple prompts that can hit, but no bestiality or noncon.]

[ So I've got a 5' tiny older vampire woman and I absolutely would love to play with this mash up here. I mean there's a lot of inherent prompts right involved there but we could have a social class and/or cheating angle or whatever as it suits you? Mostly I just wanted the hilarity of the size different both for height and breasts. ]

[Heck, I'm in for it, Cathyl's got almost three feet on her and her boobs are probably the size of Elda's torso. Social class would definitely work, she's basically one or two steps above livestock, and if you wanna try cheating, no objections here, even if Cathyl will feel guilty about it.]

[ Nah I think that social class is probably sufficient now I'm thinking on it a little bit more. Like if you'd like it we could even have a thing with Cathyl is owned by (or works on in some sort of sharecropping/serfdom like state) some farm that she's a funder for or buys our with her widow money because of Cathyl catching her eye or something.

( I'll start us off I just figured I'd confirm if you wanted any sort of set up like that or not I do tend to play by ear if you're willing too ) ]

[Cool! I'm game for any setup you like, though I do lean toward Edna being her direct owner. She's the type that likes to get up close and personal with the people running her life, directly. Other than that, playing by ear is definitely the easiest way to go about it, I'll play off any assumptions you want to make! Cathyl doesn't have a whole lot of canon to contradict anyway.]

[ Mostly I was checking if you wanted it to be more low income worker, indentured servitude, or straight up slavery. So honestly pick any of the above for this set up it probably doesn't matter much other than for setting Cathyl's mood! But yeah PM me or just abridge stuff in the reply if you want to edit anything. BUT!! here we go: ]

Good golly, you're even bigger in person, I always forget that

[ . . . is the first thing that she says. It's evening, and Elda is in a summer jacket overtime of a dress which likely costs more than Cathyl's made in a full year. A wealthy widow, the woman had been around the farm that the other "worked" at more than once before now, but the old vampire had ... well, she'd developed a bit of a fascination with the minotaur. She wasn't sure what it was - the size, maybe? The strength of her arms, the overall vibe of her demeanor...?

... All things considered, it's possible she'd gotten old enough to just be bored with life. Or maybe she's just obsessed. Because she had approached the previous owner of the ranch/farm and had bought it out in totality personally. And here she was, meeting with her newfound... well. with the woman, who now worked under her, technically.

... It wasn't weird. It was a little weird. ]

[ooc: Aha! I was thinking some kind of voluntary slavery? Like Cathyl is a milk minotaur, so living with a master that milks her (among... other things) is the life for her. She'll still be outspoken and ornery, but Elda is her master and she'll remember that.]

Huh? You saying something down there?

[Biting down on the piece of straw in her teeth, Cathyl bends down, down, and down some more until she's more standing above Elda, rather than towering over her. That probably wasn't intended to be teasing, the commenting on her height/width/girth/everything else, but Cathyl always has been a touchy minotaur.

Of course, bending over like that means she's practically smacking her owner in the face with her breasts, but she's more careful than that. Usually. Fancy little slip of a woman like her might get bowled over completely if she did bump into her, so she's doing her best not to do anything embarrassing like that.]

So, yer the new owner, are ya? I liked my old master, ya got some big shoes to fill with them tiny feet of yours. Ya need me to introduce you to the rest of the herd?

[The way she's ogling her, Cathyl figures there's no need to introduce herself. She is the main attraction on the farm, by far the biggest milk producer (in every sense of the word) and the de facto leader of the other residents. When she speaks, it's for everyone there.]

[ DEAL. That sounds good to me, really. But okay then- ]

... Yes, that's more or less what I was thinking.

[ She tuts to correct herself though, adding on as he brushes back her long hair, ] Ah, unless they're sleeping. No need to wake everyone.

[ Even if, as they now have a vampire owner, she only will ever be around and awake at night unless any of them is brought back to her household. She lived in a manor closer to the city proper (after all, she needed to have her food source) but she was considering taking over the main farmsted here as a secondary home...? Perhaps with some expansions. She's not sure yet, she needs to tour the property to be certain.

... But yes, as the other bends down, honestly, there was some part of her irritated at the quip on her side, but most of her was simply captivated by her movements. Cathyl had been the whole thing that inspired this insane purchase, and thus it was only natural that while she does need to half-step backwards to not be hit by the swaying breasts, her eyes also locked onto them ]

[Cathyl gives her a great shrug, making her breasts bounce in the process.] Always gonna be someone takin' a nap around here, 'cept feedin' times. We'll wait for introductions 'til around then.

[She doesn't make it a suggestion, that's just the way it's going to be. Cathyl and the rest of the farm's residents are accustomed to a certain way of life, and just because there's someone new up top calling the shots doesn't mean they're about to change it up all that much. They'll make Elda plenty of money with milk, wool, and eggs, and in return, they expect her to treat them well. That's the way it is.

Satisfied with her decision, she stands up straight again and stretches her arms, only to make a sour kind of face.] Can't believe they up and sold us to ya without even milkin' me first. That's yer responsibility now, ya know? Ain't a breast pump out there big enough for these puppies, and I don't like them machines, too rough on my sensitive bits.

[Despite her bravado, she does flush some and is avoiding eye contact, not that that's hard with their considerable height difference. Being milked by someone she doesn't know and hasn't grown used to has always embarrassed Cathyl some, it's her one big weakness. Well, that and her short temper. And her excessive size. And various other things, but milking her is always going to be on top!]

They knew days in advance before closing the deal...

[ She protests, somewhat vainly. But even as she does protest, her eyes light up, becoming a little catlike in the night air before she calms herself down, the expression ending up more poised. She inhales deeply, and seeing the woman like this...

None big enough...

So it's regularly by hand? No, always? She blinks once and then coughs a little to say, ]

Even so, if that's a responsibility, I'll handle it.

What?! And they didn't bother lettin' us know?!

[They did. Several times. In fact, there are fliers alerting them to the fact within visible distance at that moment. Cathyl can be just a little bit oblivious sometimes, to the point of missing what is literally right in front of her face.]

Tch... whatever. S'long as I get milked and all the other duties get takin' care of, it ain't a big deal.

[More blushing on her end. Ugh, why didn't they have gentle machines that didn't take hours to milk her dry?]

That's right. Y'ain't afraid to get down on yer knees and do some dirty work, are ya? Might take a bit, these things- [She hefts her breasts and lets them drop, somehow not bursting out from her overalls in the process.] -they fill up real fast. If'n ya get thirsty, feel free to have a drink, there's plenty to go 'round.

[ Holy... well, cow. This is happening so, so, so much faster than he ever could have imagined. Purchased on a whim to get to know one of the cows in a ... well. In a sense like this, she's confronted with the chance this quickly! Her cheeks color and it actually manages to get her to blink in some surprise at them not being told...

And in fact miss one of the fliers though she does notice the second. Wow.

Still, she, ] Oh yes, people will still be managing things. On your end not much should change, of course!

[ Just... you know, stuff might happen a bit more at night. She blinks and, okay no, she... ]

In... any case, where do you usually collect it, for you?

[She's still mostly as crabby as ever, but Elda's reassurances mollify Cathyl some.]

Good. Folks 'round here aren't big fans of change. You keep things runnin' smooth and there won't be no troubles.

[It's still irritating that they've changed hands without warning (even though they didn't really), but she'll deal with it. Cathyl jerks a hand over her shoulder with a thumb pointed back when Elda asks her question.]

Minotaur stables are right over there, milkin' station's on your left when ya go in the door. Ya want me to go get situated, or you still got official stuff to take care of?

Oh no, no, no - nothing I need to do before just... getting into the spirit of things! It's a fine night for it anyway and you said you had to have it done.

[ . . .

She hoped she didn't sound too eager there. God. ]

...Sure, alright. Let's mosey on, then.

[She's a funny one, this new owner, but Cathyl can live with that. Stomping right along, she leads Elda to the minotaur stables, which really could just as easily be called apartments, all of the girls living it have all of the creature comforts that a human would. Inside the milking room, there's a few neglected milking machines, some empty metal buckets, and one big vat.]

All ya gotta do is tug on my udders and fill up the buckets, then pour'em into the vat over there. Probably need to fill'em up three, four times to empty me out, it's been a coupla days.

[She explains while casually opening up her suspenders and letting them fall, fully exposing her massive breasts and their enormous, swollen nipples, already dribbling slightly.]

[ She follows, tugging her jacket closer to herself as she does. Once they're inside the stables, in the milking room, she doesn't so much falter as she does swallow and then look at the other stripping in some surprise, even if she knew it was coming. More to silence her tongue from saying something worse she mutters, ]

Lordie they're huge.

[ And then motions for the other to get in a comfortable position, picking up one of the buckets! It's... okay! She can do this. This is...

Well...

This was the woman she had been fixated on on a whim. ]

Eh, old master said they're... Q-cups, somethin' like that? I dunno, never worn anything like a bra before.

[Given how much her breasts frequently change in size as a milking minotaur, it'd be a waste of her time to bother. Cathyl tromps on over to a well-worn spot on the floor and kneels down on both knees, milk jugs hanging down toward the ground beneath her.]

Ready when you are, Miss... uh... Master.

[If she introduced herself, Cathyl already forgot her name. Oops.]

... Master ... Name's Elda Marker.

[ but Master is ... fine. Or something. Maybe. That said, Elda looks around, there's that place to orient towards filling here - a bucket, somewhere to collect it, jugs? Either way, she settles down here, trying to seem at all professional.

Q cups.

Christ. ]

But yes, I'm ready.

[ . . . so she should - touch her. She exhales and finally reaches her long fingered but ultimately small hands out towards the breasts. ]

Elda, right, I got it.

[She'll forget it again within the hour.

Sitting there pensively, Cathyl twitches her tail from side to side, waiting for Elda to step up and get started already. All this time spent chatting and hesitating is just getting her more worked up, having someone new milking her always makes her get antsy.]

What's the hold up? I don't know about you, but I got more to do today than get my tits manhandled.

[Eager to get this done, she reaches out, clasps her hands around her diminutive master's wrists, and pulls her hands in hard.]

[ More out of habit than anything, she yanks her wrists back or at least tries to break the grip. And we're in a strange spot here - Cathyl is conventionally strong and much bigger, but as a vampire, Elda has supernatural strength for her size. And as such, while she does yank free, her long nails end up digging in just a little into the flesh of her breasts. She somehow expects it to be tit given the fill, but..

No, she's right! She scoffs, but then gets a firm grip (as much she can grip the breasts) and once she realizes that's impractical, slides her her hands down to give a firm pumping squeeze more around the nipple and areola.

There! ]

Don't be so impatient, I'm doing it!

[She's a masochist nerd highschool girl with huge boobs, any prompt that makes sense is welcome (except animals and noncon, dubcon okay).]

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