Hot, dry and dusty. That's the way most people would describe the frontier town of Pyrite Hill. The story goes that the town was founded during the gold rush by folks rushing into the area searching for gold, and the mine not far from the main settlement was attributed to that fact. But it wasn't here they'd strike their fortune, as the sightings had proven to only be worthless pyrite, Fool's Gold. While many turned their backs on the town and left for greener pastures, one man by the name of Nathaniel Buckthorn managed to steer the town to focus on exporting goods due to their special cattle. Holstaurs, to be specific. It's been years since the founding of Pyrite Hill, and Nathaniel Buckthorn has long since passed away. But this town, and it's mysteries still warrant checking out. This is where my investigation begins...

Verity rolled over in bed as she put the finishing touches on her newest addition to her journal, through all her investigations into strange places this book has been her constant companion. The locals had been fairly friendly when she arrived, and the local tavern and inn had an open room, but something had been bothering her since she arrived. The local residents were... weird, to put it bluntly. They were all sort of spacey and none of them had a focused look in their eyes. The only two people she'd met with any sense of self awareness were the deputy of the town, Sage, and the owner of the tavern and inn, Miss Clarabelle.

Miss Clarabelle was a Holstaur, and the wife of the mayor of Pyrite Hill. Verity didn't know much about the man, since he next to never made public appearances. Clarabelle herself seemed pleasant, if not tired from all the work she does in town. But even Verity had to admit she was very pretty, her magenta eyes and hair, tied up in a loose bun, combined with her simple white dress you could almost see through made her... appealing. Before she could get too deep into her own thoughts, there was a knock at the door.

"I hope I'm not intruding, sweetheart..." Miss Clarabelle peeked into the room, her magenta eyes clouded with concern and her brow furrowed. "You had such a long journey here, I didn't feel it was right to leave you without a sign of hospitality." The Holstaur woman let herself in to the room, holding a tray with a glass of milk on it.

"Oh, no you're not interrupting." Verity sat up, adjusting her round glasses, her emerald eyes glinting with curiosity. "I was just journaling is all."

Clarabelle chuckled softly, placing the tray on the simple wooden desk against the wall, her hips subtly swaying as she turned to face Verity, "How gracious~ Unfortunately, I have to attend to the patrons downstairs, do let me know if you need anything~"

As soon as she had arrived, she was gone. Verity stood and approached the desk, the glass of milk being the only thing on the tray, Pyrite Hill was proud of its dairy exports but this was an oddly specific way to welcome a guest. She picked up the glass, the condensation on the sides sending a small chill into her fingertips. The curious young woman took her first sip.

The milk was cold, fresh, and much creamier than it seemed at first. It was sweet, smooth, and it tasted so good.... Verity could feel a warmth spreading through her body, her breathing became heavy as she continued to drink from the glass, the warmth spreading to her face and flowing downwards between her legs. An involuntary moan escaped her lips as she rubbed her legs together, a strong desire to keep drinking the milk spread through her mind as her vision grew fuzzy, her thoughts slowly fading until all that she could focus on was the milk, until...

The glass was empty, Verity's eyes regained focus as she blinked a few times, placing the glass back onto the tray on the desk. That was far more intense than any glass of milk she'd ever had before, so before the experience faded she was rapidly writing in her journal, going through each moment of the experience. It was far warmer in the room now than she had realized, and without paying it much heed she had stripped herself to her lacy black bra and panties. The cool air of the room was a stark contrast to how warm and floaty she felt, and as she wrote her experiences into her journal, she could feel a wave of drowsiness setting in. Verity yawned, she wasn't in any hurry was she? She could stay another few days to continue her investigation, so she turned off her light and put her journal down on the desk, before rolling over to sleep.

Thirsty... Thirsty... Drink... More... Thirsty... Drink... Drink... DRINK...

Verity's eyes snapped open, she was still lying in bed, her body was so damn hot... She shifted and stood from the bed, the light of the moon filtered through her window, and she slowly shuffled her way to the door. When she opened it, Miss Clarabelle was standing on the other side, a knowing smirk on her face. Verity's eyes focused on her soft chest, the older woman seemingly not wearing a bra as she swayed her breasts back and forth.

"Oh dear, you seem to be in a right state, sweetheart~" The Holstaur woman backed Verity into the room, closing and locking the door behind her. "We don't want any interruptions, do we~? No, not for your dessert~"

Verity's glazed expression shifted as her brain started catching up to the situation, her eyes flicking upwards to make eye contact with Miss Clarabelle, "Eh? W-wait... when did I get out of bed...?"

Clarabelle stepped forward, pulling Verity's face between her soft and warm chest, slowly backing her up further towards the bed. "Shhh~ Don't resist~ Just focus on how good it feels when I take control~"

"Ohh... it feels... good..." The words tumbled out of Verity's mouth automatically, her eyes focusing on Miss Clarabelle's generous cleavage, the rest of the world faded from focus as she could only focus on the sultry seductress, "Hot... horny... feels good..."

Verity's vision began to blur, the heat spreading through her body reaching a fever pitch as she moaned into the Holstaur woman's cleavage. As the back of her knees hits the edge of the bed, Verity can't help but allow Clarabelle to pin her beneath her curvy Holstaur body, her thick thighs and heavy chest pressing into Verity's.

"Just relax and let me take care of everything~" she cooed as she stripped off her white dress, the garment pooling at her ankles as she dangled her breasts inches from Verity's face, "It's time to drink up, sweetheart~ I wouldn't dare leave you thirsty~"

Thirsty... thirsty...? So thirsty...

Without thinking Verity leaned in, drinking deep of the warm Holstaur milk, the creamy milk flowing down her throat as her thoughts scattered, a soft moan escaped her lips as she gulped down more and more, her body feeling so sensitive as she indulged in Clarabelle's milk, the older woman reaching down between the young woman's legs as she purred in approval.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart~ You've accepted your place beneath me so easily~" she moaned, her smug grin never leaving her plush lips, "Moo for me, dear. Moo and submit to my control~"

"Mmh...! moo...! Moo...! Moo!" Verity moaned helplessly as she greedily drank the milk, her mind surrendering to the pleasure, Clarabelle's smug smirk turned to one of triumph, her fingers bringing Verity to the brink of complete surrender as she whispered two words...

"Give in~"

And with that, Verity came undone, her release crashing over her and sending her impossibly deep into hypnotized trance.

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The dusty light of day filtered through the curtains, a low groan of frustration escaped Verity as she rolled onto her back. Her head was killing her, and as she sat up on the edge of the bed she just had to wonder.

'Was that a dream?' She pondered, she'd had lewd dreams involving hypnosis before, but that one felt pretty real. Shaking her head, she returned to her journal, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, she had run ins with hypnotic snake women, clowns and their hypnotic circus, even body controlling slime girls. But this wasn't the time for recounting those stories, she still had a few days left in Pyrite Hill before her trip was over and she planned on making the most of it.

There was still more to see, maybe first she'd start by interviewing the Holstaur herd she saw when she first arrived...