Chapter 3: With Her, Always Is Always

Stopping for coffee on our transitioning way to meet her step parents. We arrived through the door to find two seats with a good view of the flat planet as we gathered a lot of attention in our condition. We sat down to enjoy the coffee.

Rose didn’t waste words, was succinct and mostly quite serious. I was a regular chatterbox of enthusiasm. I begged her to tell me everything about everything. Some of it I thought I knew but really, wasn’t sure. Did she get to see her sisters? Did she come from their higher plane of existence? Did they remember me? I went on and on. She was patient as we sat among others with their coffees and nobody complained about our condition. That was kind of surreal. I wondered if they were already familiar with Rose.

I avoided paying any attention other than a “thank you” to the barista who covered the cost of our drinks. Obviously, I was naked, no pockets for money and Rose, a deity, didn’t do exchange for purchases. But she, the barista, just smiled, winked at me. I said, “I would like to repay you if you ever need my services”.

She wrote on me with a Sharpie, her name and phone number, and wiped up some of the goo I was leaving around. I apologized for the mess and joking said it was Rose’s fault. “I’m livestock. This is what I do.” So, I continued asking Rose questions.

It turns out she was not really involved with her sisters and yet she was directly related, definitely a goddess. She grew up on a sheep ranch not among her own, orphaned from her world. A baby with funny ears meant no challenge for the ranch owners, her step mom and dad. And we’ve already covered some this detail before.

I wanted to ask her how she got mislaid from the realm of her sisters, not among them when I arrived at the dairy. But I knew enough about her sisters to know how mysterious they were, their existence, things like that. I’d not been told anything about child deities. I decided to leave questions like that aside for later. It was all too confusing but Rose made mention of not being part of “The Trouble”, the required reparations I was in charge of by fucking her sisters up to remediation satisfaction. Now, she made clear the fact she had come for me.

She was aware of my past and knew many facts regarding. She explained and then started asking me questions after she made it perfectly clear her primary intent was to continue fucking me, a lot. That really got the attention of the others in the shop. I smiled, embarrassed, and Rose kicked me in the shin. Apparently she’d waited, something similar in tone to what her sisters had done. She wasn’t waiting any longer. I don’t know why I was surprised. I guess it was her very pragmatic manner being certainly anything but shy about it. “Oh, sure,” I responded. “I have to be honest though. I never thought about it yet, you know, having sex with you,” which was actually not true. “That’s probably because you are so regal. I would not assume your need of me although I’m thrilled to be of service. In that, you really remind me of Branch. You know?”

Rose smiled at me while shaking her head. She gave me a look to make me realize how funny my comments were given the fact we both were naked and certainly both looked really hot, which the barista obviously acknowledged staring at my penis, always work ready idling with goo. So I went on to explain.

“Branch is so gorgeous and also big, strong and a leader. The very first time I was close to her, while milking, she, without a word immediately took hold of me. The aura around her was shocking and out of this world. It was like I weighed nothing in her grip. At that point I wasn’t sure about any of your sisters because I’d only experienced Lilly and she was kind to me in explaining things as she pushed her fingers in through my rear, my real mentor.

But with Branch I thought my life was in danger.

“Without saying a word she turned me around, my back toward her, and probed me deeply, abruptly. It was so frightening as copious amounts of gizem shot out of me. It was unbelievable yet felt outrageously good. Lilly had already introduced me to the anus probing in the bunk house but had been more gentle and, again, by explaining what she was doing and why.