Morning was here. I was sat at the table eagerly waiting for breakfast. The sound of Shadow humming a somber tune glided through the air like a shivering wave. It reminded me of the first time we met in the new world. Back when I thought I was in a giant’s castle.

The smell of bacon, eggs, and a few other yummy things kept trying to invade my nose. I happily allowed them to serenade my sense of smell. It made my mouth water.

It took about ten minutes but the food was ready. Shadow brought it to the table and set the plate in front of me. Her tail seemed to swish as she walked, almost like its momentum was being added to her forward steps. Maybe it was. Animals tended to use their tails to balance themselves so why couldn’t Shadow do the same.

Not only was there bacon and eggs but there was also sausage and soft warm freshly baked biscuits. The food looked grate. Its like I could taste it at a glance. As if forgetting something Shadow ran back to the kitchen. I stuffed bacon in my mouth and was assaulted by salty crispy grease. It was so good.

She came back with a cup of milk and put it beside me smiling and waiting in anticipation. “Eat up master.” She sounded so energetic. I hate morning people.

I didn't normally drink milk but this was probably one of those health things. I didn't feel like protesting so I held the glass up to my lips and carefully took a sip.

Strange? This stuff was delicious! "What did you put in it?! It's warm and sweet! What kind of milk is this why is it so creamy and thick!?"

"Do you like it master!?" She was all giddy. I nodded. "That's good. It's my breast milk!" Her what?

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The world came to a screeching halt. I searched her face for any signs of a prank. There were none. She wouldn’t really do something as crazy as feed me her breast milk right?

I immediately spat out any remnants of the cat girl concoction. It wasn't enough! I tried to vomit but I couldn't do that on command.

Her ears drooped and her tail sagged. "What's wrong? Are you okay? I told you to chew your food."

"Whhhhhhhy!!!" I cried.

She blinked in confusion but kept smiling. "Why what?"

"Why did you feed me your — how did you even— I can't even!" My head was spinning.

She looked at me like I was the crazy one. "What do you mean master? Don't you know cat girl breast milk is super healthy for you. It's also the creamiest milk you can find. It's super popular with the girls since it makes your skin super soft. I made it just for you." She said that last part kind of weird. I ignored it not wanting to unravel the ramifications of someone wanting there breast milk inside you.

Was I the crazy one? Was this stuff that common? Huh.... "When you say it's super popular what do you mean? Like if I go to the store can I find it next to the almond and 2% milk or do I have to go find a guy in a dank alley?" It was a fair question. I feel like only weirdos drink cat milk.

"Actually master there are cat girl milk farms." She seemed very pleased with herself.

That sounded kinda messed up. Cat girls were people not cattle. "Huh... about how much does this stuff go for anyway?" I swished it around in the cup to get a look at its texture. This stuff was pretty thick. I bet you could make good cheese with it.

"I believe it's fifty copper per-pint."

That was a lot. Hmmmm.... "Say Shadow about how much of this stuff can you make per day?"

She smiled and became all smug. "I can make a little over a gallon!" She sounded so proud of herself. Even going as far as to puff her chest out at me as if breast size mattered when it came to the production of breast milk.

One gallon, that's eight pints a day. Eight pints is four silver a day and four silver in the old world currency is four-hundred dollars...... "Hey Shadow, how would you feel about going to live on a farm?"

She no longer smiled as realization hit her. Truly a fate worse than death.