What exactly IS reality? Is it a figment of a higher being’s imagination, or the physical consequence of human actions? This is before one even takes into account the subconscious and it’s innate sensibility for dreams, which can often feel like real life. However, if you’re willing to pay a small fee, I can delve into the depths of your brain and destroy this confusing quandary forever after!

“And so, I offer my counseling to customers who need help distinguishing between the two.”

“Uh huh.”

Standing at a shoddily set-up stall in the park was Centorea Shianus, a centaur lady knight and “sworn protector of Milord” (read; haremette to his antics).

“How did you like my advertisement? I think it’s good enough to stick on a sign!”

“*sigh* More like it’s pretentious enough to be a madman’s ramblings…”

The “madman” in question was a literal Nightmare named Rem Nightdrem; she too was a centaur. With dark skin and white hair, plus a white blouse and a black dress underneath, all sorts of contrasting elements only made her subdued yet encroaching personality stand out more. 

“Believe what you want, but for your information this world is nothing but give-and-take relationships!” Rem said, sticking a finger out.

“So what does that have to do with me being here?” Cerea gawked.

“That is a question only YOU can answer, is it not?”

“Erk…!“

The weirdo had a point.

“R-Right…recently I’ve been having…breast milk issues…” Cerea murmured.

“Oh? But you aren’t a dairy centaur, are you? Why would that be the case?”

“YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE!!!”

“Ouch! No need to yell, it happens all the time to big enough centaurs, dairy or otherwise. Or so I hear, it’s not like I would personally know…” Rem said, glancing down at her modest bust.

“Then why bring it up?!?”

“You said it first, not me.”

This conversation wasn’t going anywhere fast.

“Regardless! Ever since I met with Meamil a while back and…things happened…my chest has been aching so much that milk has started coming out…”

Heavily blushing at the day the motherly dairy centaur drank straight from her teat, Cerea hid her face in her hands.

“Hmm, maybe it’s a mental thing? It’s entirely possible that your brain’s started going haywire trying to keep up with a supposed maternal instinct within you.”

“Ah, finally something that makes sense coming from your mouth!” Cerea exclaimed. “As a matter of fact, on that day I WAS reading a few books for dairy centaurs since Meamil needed help with her own breast milk.”

“Hence why you started spurting your own mommy milky.” Rem commented.

“That’s a vile way of putting it, but yes.”

“Well, you came to the right place then! If I mine your memories right, I could then convince your body through dreaming to stop making breast milk!” Rem confidently assured, pointing a finger to herself.

“…what’s with that logic leap? (Still, I don’t exactly have a choice…!)” Cerea put a hand up to her chin in thought.

“How about it? Since this is your first time, I’ll give you a discount!”

“Mrrgh…”

“It’s more money to spend on delicious carrots once this is all said and done, right?” Rem said, going into full attention horse mode.

“Hargh…”

“That human male of yours would have a lot less to clean up during a long and busy day, y’know?”

“GRARGH, FINE! I’ll give you some money already!”

“Thank you for your patronage~”

Shoving a fistful of bills in the Nightmare’s hands, the brown centaur happily put the cash in an empty jar.

“Now then, lay down please while I prepare the sleeping ritual.”

Making herself comfortable in the best way a horse could, Cerea attempted to relax her mind, her body, and her spirit. After all, her eventual goal WAS to stop leaking and lactating in any way possible, wasn’t it? What was the harm in playing along with a hackneyed scheme just this once?

“I appreciate your consideration for my help. Now then; stare at the moving pendulum, close your eyes, and lay your woes out for me…”

“Very well…it’sh nut like I’ll schleep…that…”

*SNOOORRREEE!!*

“(Wow girl, you are LOUD.)” Rem held in her chide remark. Placing her hands on the blonde centaur’s sleeping head, she pressed on various pressure points in an effort to figure out where her problems lied…

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Mmph…ah…! I’m awake!”

Twisting her head around, Cerea observed that she was in a wide open grassy field, with only wooden fencing and some far-off trees serving as obstructions of any kind.

“(By technicality, you’re actually asleep still…)”

“What was that? Who goes there?!?”

“(Chill out, it’s only me! I’m mediating your dream from the real world, and I can converse with you no problem as you can see.)”

“How oddly convenient. I don’t recall you doing this last time…”

“(I’m a bit more powerful since I’m not feeling as dream starved as our first encounter.)”

Rem had taken the liberty of meeting and hanging out with a Tapir friend of hers, often feasting upon the nightmares they had collected. Said beast was also in the Interspecies Exchange program, so there were no legal or moral gripes so far as the two of them interacting went.

“(Even mystical creatures like us get hungry too!)”

“Okay, okay! I get it. And, umm…since you’re currently so ‘high and mighty’…are you able to explain why I’m feeling so heavy?”

“(Heavy in what way? Cause you might want to look down at yourself…)”

“Hmm? WHA-WHA-WHAAAAAT!!?”

*QUUUAAAAKKKEEE!!*

THAT was the sensation Cerea felt as her senses started working in the dream world again, the heft of her new massive breasts weighing her down!

“WHAT’S HAPPENED TO ME?!? A-A-And better yet, where did my bottom half go!?”

On top of Cerea’s boobs being expanded, instead of an equine body she was standing upright!

*clink!* *clink!* *clink!*

Frantically doing a one-over on her appearance, Cerea saw that she was wearing white gloves on her hands, a ripped up pair of blue jean overalls constraining her chest, and a cowbell necklace strapped to her collar! She also had tan, bulging arms, a black-and-white tail, and huge cow hooves to match.

“(I don’t know what exactly happened, but given that you look like a muscly beefcake you PROBABLY have someone else’s body right now.)”

“I-If that’s the case, then why did only my head remain unaffected?!?”

“(Oh, for crying out loud! This is a DREAM, don’t you forget! I know you aren’t dumb, but use that brain of yours to realize that what happens in one is often too nonsensical to explain!)”

“Rrrgh…!”

“Hey Cerea, what are you doing? We’ve got work to do!”

Suddenly, a sheep girl had arrived!

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Uh, hello? You’re the only minotaur around right now who’s strong enough to chop those logs with gusto to blow a house down!”

The sheep girl pointed towards a gigantic pile of logs; they certainly LOOKED heavy enough that it would be tough for the frail by comparison sheep to lift any of the bigger pieces on her own.

“(A strong, tan minotaur girl…could it be…that you have Cathyl’s body…?)” Rem came to a startling conclusion.

 “How do you know who she is?”

“(I can read memories, remember?)”

“Should have seen that coming. A-Anyways, I-I’m not who you think I am! I’m Cerea, not Cathyl!” The horse told the sheep girl.

“Cathyl? Can’t say I know anyone by that name here, you sure you didn’t hit your head on a tree branch again? Now as they say, chop chop!”

“Wait, actually…that’s right, I’ve always been a Minotaur!”

“(What.)”

Moo-rrily coerced into physical labor, Cerea slowly walked over to the pile of logs, taking care not to fall over from the force of her bipedal bovine hooves or letting the bounce and wobble of her minotaur milkers knock her into a concussion.

*clink!* *clink!* *clink!*

The droning noise of the cowbell didn’t do any harm for Cerea either, amidst its ever-present monotony…

“(*sigh* Come on now Cerea, why are you even doing this? What’s stopping you from leaving?)” Rem pleaded.

“If I don’t do my tasks, then that sheep girl will be disappointed in me!” Cerea shouted, picking up the axe with much less effort that the mare was expecting.

“(But this is a dream world…what good will helping her do?)”

*THWACK!*

“I’d rather forsake my honorable name…”

*THWACK!*

“…than lose face for the sake of others!”

*PWOMPH!*

Cerea’s efforts came to a halt as her tightly constrained overalls came undone, her ginormous globes netting a one-two combo on the mare’s head and bringing her to the grass in the process.

“My overalls! I’ll need to fix them up some other time, but thankfully my bra is still intact.”

“(Alright, suit yourself then. Have fun chopping wood or whatever it is you’re doing until you wake up…)” Rem blipped out from the dreamscape not unlike hanging up from a phone call.

As the workaholic petered herself out over the course of hours…days…minutes…? Dream time was odd like that. Regardless, Cerea finally finished her work with a smile on her face.

“Whew! It never hurts to get a good workout in on a bright and sunny afternoon!”

“Thanks Cerea, you can go ahead and take a nap in the shade now if you want.” The sheep girl from earlier motioned, taking the chopped up logs one by one in the interim.

“Ah, I love helping out on the farm!” Cerea plopped herself underneath a tree, basking in the sunlight through the leaves. “It’s so nice…and peaceful…and…”

*SNOOORRREEE!!*

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Mmm…hmm…? Gwah! I’m awake!”

“Oh hey there, welcome back. Took you long enough.” Rem was busy counting her profits, but whisked them away so as to not look lazy.

“Wait a minute…that didn’t help solve my issue at all!” Cerea yelled.

“That’s on you for letting your preconceived memories paint over the reality you live in.”

“Grr…! Now what?”

“There’s no legal disclosure saying I can’t try again. But no discounts this time.” Rem peered over at the horse with a glint in her sunken face.

“Hnngghh…I suppose it’s only fair to give you proper remittance…!”

Begrudgingly parting with some more cash, Rem took it without batting an eye.

“Much appreciated. Lay yourself down, and we’ll start once more…”

Furrowing her eyebrows, Cerea sat on the ground.

“Stare at the moving pendulum, and let it’s sway wash over you in a wave of relaxation…”

“It better…work dish…tooiimmee…”

*SNOOORRREEE!!*

“(Is she getting enough sleep in her own life? Cause my ears hurt.) Rem murmured as she grabbed Cerea’s head for the second time…”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Mmm…ah! Where am I?”

This time Cerea found herself in a forest with the sky nearing dusk. The warm hues mixed well, and a cool breeze blew as animalistic sounds could be heard all around. A river bank’s flowing water also provided ample background noise.

“(Ooh, this is a pretty swanky spot to be in for a dream. Love the atmosphere.)” Rem commented.

“Good for you, but now I’m having the opposite problem; I’m feeling much too light somehow…”

“(I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but--)”

“Suu, look! It’s Sara! Let’s go say hi to Papi’s tree friend!”

“Tree…friend…?”

It was at this moment that Cerea took a closer look at herself.

“KYAAAHHH!!”

The equine had a body that was shrouded in twigs and branches! Her arms and legs were the most apparent offenders, with wooden coating plastered on them, and her crotch and buttocks were conveniently hidden away by bark as well. Finally, her chest only needed a couple of tiny leaves to get the job done.

“How did this happen again?!?”

“(Based off your memories, I guess this is that “Kii” person’s body? Dumb name.)”

“It wasn’t my idea to name her that! It was actually--”

“Sara, who are you talking to?” Papi asked.

Turning around to see the disturbance, Cerea saw it was none other than the harpy, Papi and her slimy pal, Suu!

“P-P-Papi?! Explain yourself right this instant as to why I look like this!”

“Huh? Sara’s acting weird again…” Papi tilted her face quizzically.

“Suu believes that she is inquiring on the status of her current form.”

“…uhhhh…”

“Basically, is there anything wrong with her?” The slime simplified.

“Oh! Nuh uh, Papi doesn’t see any pro with Sara!”

“Well, that certainly can’t be right! You stole my centaur body and placed my head on a Dryad’s body on purpose, didn’t you?” Cerea stammered.

“Papi’s fingies aren’t good enough to carry Sara’s head even if she WAS strong enough to rip it off.”

“And Suu’s tentacles lack the vital grip necessary to instigate fatal wounds.”

“That’s…disturbing…(Arrrggghhh…just once I’d like an explanation for why I'm like this one of these days from someone with an actual brain…!)” Cerea agonized internally.

“(Seeing as how dream versions of people can’t correct their designated mental path, that ain’t happening any time soon.)” Rem interjected.

“Ah, that’s right! Before Papi forgets, it was her job to keep her peepers on Sara and see if she needed any help! Is Sara hungry? Thirsty? Grumpy?” The bluebird flitted about, invading Cerea’s privacy like a bee to a flower.

“Get away from me, would you? I don’t need anything!”

“Not even water? Suu likes to drink a lot, so Papi figured a plant lady like Sara also likes it.”

“Mmm…now that you mention it I am a mite parched…” Cerea tussled aloud.

“Then if you’d allow us, Suu will collect the proper nutrients and feed them to you posthaste.” The slime then stuck her tentacles in the nearby river bank and sucked some water aggressively.

*PWOMP!*

By taking in an excess of H20, it spread throughout the foreign female’s form and filled her out fully!

“Uoh! Suu became mommy-like again!” Papi shouted.

“Mhm. And now Suu shall take your frail body in to nourish it. Come here~ ”

“Wait, wha-”

*whoosh!*

In but the span of a moment, the slime’s appendages struck out to ensnare Cerea!

“Suu?!? That’s more than enough, I don’t want to get stuck to you!”

“No no no, that’s bad manners~ ”

*squish~*

Suu did what she does best and restrained the mare easily!

“Drink up, sweetie~ ”

“I’ll never succumb to such banal desires!”  Cerea protested.

“Even Papi knows it’s rude to not accept presents when she gets them, so drink up already!”

“Mmph!”

Papi then forced Cerea into Suu’s aqueous breasts!

*suck~*

“Ahn~! Oh my~ someone’s quite thirsty, aren’t they?”

“Mmph mmm!”

“Papi thinks Suu’s right! See how tiny Sara is? She needs a bunch of water to get better!”

“(Nooooooo!!)”

*suck~* *kiss~* *slurp~*

Against her own will, Cerea lapped up fresh, all-natural, and clear lake liquid from Suu’s boobs.

“Mmmm~ Good girl, good girl~ Keep going~”

Seconds turned into minutes as Suu slowly lost her mature figure from the loss of the reservoir’s biomass.

*suck~* *kiss~* *slurp~*

And as a result…

*bwoomph!* *bwoomph!* *BOOOING!*

“Aahhnn~! Whew! Suu hasn’t gotten to do that in a long while.”

“Yaaaay! You did it Suu! You saved Sara!” Papi went in to high-five Suu who reciprocated in kind.

“Urrgghh…” *cough!* *cough!* *cough!*

Cerea recovered, albeit after sputtering out a few leftover drops from her mouth.

“LISTEN UP, YOU TWO! DON’T YOU DARE MAKE ME TO DO THAT EVER AGAIN OR ELSE I’LL—Waaahhh!!”

*SMOOOSH!~*

The equine fell over and landed on an unexpected weight!

“Wooooaaahh…they’re soooo biiiiggg…Papi’s jealous.”

“What do you mean?”

“Review yourself in the reflection of the river bank if you’d please.” Suu said, pointing a tentacle to the creek.

“Huh? I can’t move…I’m too heavy now!”

“*sigh* Suu has to do everything around here…”

Picking up Cerea with her tentacles, Suu plopped her vessel next to the pond edge.

“…eh…? AWAWAWHAAAT??!”

Thanks to Suu’s feeding session, Cerea’s Dryad body diverted nutrients exclusively into her chest, making them GIGANTIC in the process!

“I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS!!! NOTHING CAN BE DONE WHILE INCAPACITATED BY MY OWN BREASTS!” Cerea was frightened at her near-immobility. Her tree body didn’t circulate the nutrients correctly, meaning that she was still as short as she was earlier. Combined with her stick-thin body, her highly disproportionate figure made her hangers nearly touch the ground!

“B-B-But…Papi only wanted to help…she didn’t want to be yelled at…” The harpy cowered in fear.

“IF I COULD WALK OVER THERE AND SMACK YOU FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME, I WOULD!” Cerea sloshed and jiggled angrily in rage. There wasn’t any chance that the foul-mouthed foal could see her own feet, as her boobs were twice the size of her torso.

“It’s not your fault Papi; Suu knows you did good. Eventually she’ll shrink back down to normal.”

“RRAARRGGHH!!!”

“Nothing we can do now but leave her be. Come on, Papi.” Suu held the blue bird’s wing and left Cerea to fester in her waterlogged titty tantrum.

“I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIIISSS!!! GET ME OFF THIS STUPID BODY!!”

“(Alright boss, you got it.)”

*CONK!*

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Blergh…what’s going on now?”

“Ah, welcome back to the world of the awake.”

Rem used a sleight of hand to hide her weapon of choice under the service stand.

“You…! THAT HELPED OUT EVEN LESS THAN BEFORE!” Cerea flared up in anger.

“Hey now, don’t get upset at me. Your brain gave the subconscious notion of ‘breast trouble’ as both ‘jealousy of bustier girls’ with the Minotaur chick and ‘wanting to change your breast size’ with the Dryad chick.” Rem explained.

“S-Still! How many times do I have to pay for your faulty flukes before you do what you advertise yourself as being?!?” Cerea growled, correspondingly garish in her tone.

“Errr…one more time…?”

“Hah! Milord might entertain your little sham, but someone like myself has far more important things to get to by now.” Cerea trotted off glumly.

“Wait, don’t go! I’ll give you an even bigger discount this time! Half off for a returning customer!” Rem shouted.

“Such folly is laughable! I’m not made out of money, you know.” Cerea snidely responded.

“Mmmnn…would you still be alright with 75% off?”

“ *tsk* *tsk* *tsk* Throw in a glass of carrot juice afterwards and MAYBE I’ll consider your shrewd scheme. It’s the least you could do for forcing your loyal patron to this skullduggery.” Cerea proposed.

“Alrighty then, you’ve got yourself a deal!” Rem conceded, taking what Cerea had left in her possession.

“You know the deal by now, lay down and go to sleep.”

Rem swung the entrancing object in Cerea’s face, pissed off as it was. Luckily…

*SNOOOORRRRREEEEE!!!*

“(Ouch…my eardrums…!)”

Or rather, unluckily for Rem’s hearing the mare plopped down on the grass in short order…

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Okay boys, load up the machine!”

“(Hnnrrnnn…what is it now?)”

“We’re really grateful for your time, ma’am!”

“(Time? For what exactly?)”

“If you weren’t here, we be seriously lacking in lactaid, hahaha!”

“(Huh?!? GYAAAHHH!!!)”

Peering downwards at herself, while the body was thankfully a familiar sight of a centaur’s, her clothes were far different. A loose green turtleneck sweater with black lace ribbons on her arms extended down to her front legs, and a lighter green dress covered her lower half without issue. The larger problem was “her” chest being affected by gravity far more, as milk was dribbling out of them and through her white top!

“I’M GETTING REALLY SICK OF THIS MADNESS OCCURRING!!!” Cerea screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Shhhh, don’t worry, ma’am. Once we get rid of this excess from your…ahem…extremities, you’ll be feeling peachy-keen!” The men in the room had lightly tied her arms and hung them from above so that she couldn’t escape.

“( *whistle* Didn’t know you were into something like this.)” Rem chuckled.

“QUIET, YOU! I’M GETTING OUT OF HERE!” Cerea yelled, struggling to break free.

“Hold it! What’s gotten into you? You’re usually so peaceful!” One of the workers asked.

“You have me mistaken for the wrong person!”

“(So this is that Meamil you were alluding to then? Gotta say, she sure carries a loathsome burden.)” Rem glanced with a hint of envy.

“You’re the one instigating these dreams, not me!”

“(You can always stop this nonsense right now if you hate it so much.)” Rem replied.

“Gladly! Come on me, wake up…” Cerea closed her eyes and tried to imagine the jolt one gets being awoken from half-slumber.

“This ma’am is speaking in crazy tongues! We gotta get her milked right away!”

“I agree! Don’t yelp too much now.”

*whiirrrrrr*

“AHAOAHN?!?”

“Imagine” being the keyword here.

*suuucckk* *suuucckk*

“MMMMPPHH! OOAAHHNN!”

The milking machine was doing its darndest to extract all the precious dairy from Cerea’s mammaries!

“(Hey! What was that about waking up on your own? You need my help at all?)” Rem offered.

 *suuucckk* *puuummpp*

“UUGGHHNNNNFFF!”

“Hush now, ma’am! We’ve hardly started!”

“(This is so embarrassing…why is my brain making this horrendous nightmare into a reality?!?)” Cerea thought to herself.

*puuummpp* *puuummpp*

“Woo-wee! You’ve got so much in there I think our machine might get full quicker than expected! Onto the “hands-on” treatment, boys!”

“Woohoo!” “Yeah!” “This is my favorite part!” Cheers of all types came from the men as the ringleader took the pump off Cerea’s breasts, exposing them bare for the world to see.

“(Cerea? Yoohoo? Can you still hear me?)”

“Wait…no…you wouldn’t…” The equine’s eyes widened in horror as she realized the turn of events that would happen next.

“Au contrare, my fair mare! WE’VE MORE THAN HIT OUR QUOTA BOYS, LET’S DRINK UP!”

Almost as if on cue, Cerea’s breasts leaked more and more breast milk as the men aggressively took turns sucking from the tap directly. Not only were her nipples very sensitive at this point, the milk felt never-ending. Her breasts retained their signature heft and sagged to the ground with an air of maturity, a sign that this was more than just an average, common occurrence.

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!”  Cerea elicited a blood-curdling scream in shock of her dairy life as a milk centaur.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!”  Cerea also screamed until she was hoarse as she jerked awake, her mind in a broken state.

“Cerea, thank goodness you’re awake again! Even I felt bad for you there.” Rem consoled the creeped-out centaur.

“…You…? Feeling bad…? ONLY NOW?!?!? THAT NIGHTMARE FELT SO REAL I WAS AFRAID I’D BE STUCK LIKE THAT FOREVER! AND IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!”

“Cerea, calm down! I’m sorry! I didn’t think--”

“OF COURSE YOU DIDN’T THINK, YOU IDIOT!! SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU EVER HAD THE CUSTOMER’S THOUGHTS, THEIR FEELINGS, THEIR EMOTIONS IN MIND?”

“…Cerea…”

“Don’t talk to me. We’re done here. Thanks for nothing, jerk.”

The foul-minded foal absent-mindlessly walked downtrodden on the sidewalk, neglecting to even take in the sights of the park around her.

With a heavy heart, Rem started packing up her stall for the day.

“(God damn it, she’s right. The blame solely falls on me for making her go through all that trauma just to satiate my own curiosity. If only there was a way I could make it up to her…)”

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm~”

From the opposite direction came a blank-slate of a man, eyes vacantly white, hair like a pond at dusk, wearing a green casual shirt, and brown khaki shorts on his attire. However, the rest of his features were altogether generic as could be even on a good day.

“Sorry sir, you got here right as I was closing up shop.”

“Hey, I remember you. You’re that Dream Eater horse, right?”

“*sigh* The one and only.”

“What’s the matter? You seem kinda upset.”

“Oh, nothing much. Just gave a customer the worst experience of their life in this universe.”

Rem put her face away from view in shame.

“Surely it couldn’t have been that bad, right? Who was it?”

“…legal identity protection prevents me from disclosing names, but it was a ‘noble’ blonde centaur.”

“That sounds like Cerea, funny enough. She’s one of my housemates. You know her, don’t you?”

“Urrrrggghhh.” Rem’s soul was close to flying out her body in defeat.

“…let me guess; putting the pieces together, you gave her bad dreams until she couldn’t take it anymore and left, rightfully so.”

“Bleerrgghh.” The pony plummeted to the grass, knocked out from the apt comment.

“I’m certain your line of business has you dealing with this sort of trouble quite often, so I won’t be too mad, but what do you think you could do to make it up to her?” The man asked.

“…wait, I might have something just for the occasion.” Rem rummaged in a backpack, rattling bottles and perfumes alike.

“Got it!” It was a vial labelled “Essential Smells to Sleep and Relax to”.

“This is a high-quality emergency I always keep on hand in case of…that…something tells me she won’t ever accept my services again, so could I please entrust you to deliver it to her in my stead?” Rem begged.

“And you’ll just give this away for free?”

“It’s the least I could do to repent. Just the knowledge of what that last nightmare entailed will leave me feeling nearly as scarred…” Rem shuddered.

“Alright, I’ll trust your word just this once.” The man pocketed the bottle and headed home.

“Good luck, sir!” Rem waved goodbye in hopes of rekindling a half-way amicable association.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“There you are, Cerea!”

“…Milord. That is, IF you’re the real Milord.”

As the human waltzed into the house, the centaur eyed her usually highest priority with a jeer matching those she’d give to lechers.

“Uhhhh, is that a trick question? Of course I’m me! And you’re you, Cerea!”

“Gaaahhh! Don’t make me even more confused than I already am, Milord! Just don’t talk to me right now.”

“Okay, I won’t bother you. I’ll just give you this gift I found on the way home, hope you like it.”

“I’ve no clue if I will ever be able to like anything ever again, but thank you for the gesture nonetheless.”

Shaking the glass back and forth, Cerea inspected it for all it was worth.

“Seems real enough.”

“I figured you could use a pick-me-up right about now. Toodles.” The man went upstairs to his room.

“(Milord is too nice, he had no reason to receive this from that nightmarish wench.)”

Dumping the contents down the kitchen sink, her nostrils soon got a whiff of the stench it exuded.

*cough!* *cough!*

“Ugh!”

*leak* *leak* *leak*

Throbbing aggressively in pain, Cerea’s nipples were once more starting to produce milk through her blouse.

“(Tch! This isn’t one of my best days, is it? Will there truly be no end to my conundrum?)”

The horse lady slumped to her chamber, dozing off after crying herself to sleep…

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Wake up, Milord! It’s morning!”

“Mmmph…five more minutes…”

“No! You MUST get out of bed, I insist!”

*stomp!*

“GAH! I’m up, I’m up! Woah!”

*fwomp!*

“Ouch…”

“Oh no! Milord, are you quite alright? You fell out of bed so startlingly that I hope your head isn’t broken.”

“Urgh, I think my head will be FIIINNNEEE?!?”

“Hmm? What is the matter, Milord?”

“H-H-Hold it! Why are YOU of all people calling my worthless coil ‘Milord’?!?”

“Because I’ve dedicated my body to you, Milord!”

In a very literal sense, Cerea and the man known as her knight in casual wear had swapped heads with each other!

“I-I can see that clear as day! Now could you PLEASE get out so I can have a moment to breathe?”

“As you wish.” ‘Milord’ vacated the premises.

Cerea took a moment to inspect her new form; as one could imagine, it was as bog-standard as an average human male body got. A white T-shirt, blue sweatpants, and some white socks were all Cerea was currently wearing on her exterior. Internally however…

“(NO! That’s the one place I can NEVER look at!!)”

“(Oho? What’ve you gotten yourself into this time?)”

“Wha-what? Is that you, Rem?”

“(Who else could speak to you from another realm so easily?)”

“A good few of my compatriots, as a matter of fact.”

Taking into account Lala and Doppel, the other mysterious liminals she knew, mental screwballs like these were starting to lose their effect on the mare’s mind.

“(You used the contents of my apology gift, didn’t ya?)”

“I poured that filth down the drain! This shouldn’t be possible!”

“(And it isn’t. At least, not in your usual reality. I’m not going to intervene once this time, so good luck with facing your true self.)”

“Wait, don’t you go and--”

“(DREAM ON!)”

Disconnecting from the mindscape, Cerea was left alone.

“I’ll have to be very careful to avoid destroying my mind any further…how do I get *gulp* Milord’s underwear on?”

Even ignoring the lack of extra legs Cerea usually had and getting used to a whole other set of genitalia, today was going to be a harrowing time for issues that made themselves apparent right as she got her pants on.

“Morning, Darling!”

“Wifey!”

“Master!”

“Beloved!”

“Honey!”

“UWAH!”

The rest of the girl’s heads were also on the wrong bodies too!

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“Pray tell, why do you girls look that way?”

“Like what, Master?” The redhead Miia asked naively to Cerea, not seeing anything weird about having Suu’s seeping slimy body.

“A-All of your bodies have also been affected by the dreamscape!”

“Gosh, Honey~ Did all of your brain energy get directed to keeping up your morning wood or something?” Suu flirted, waving the chitinous claws of Rachnera’s body.

“Beloved! Don’t mind Suu-Sama, I don’t know what got in her coffee, but she’s acting really strange.” Rachnera furrowed her many eyebrows as she sat in the wheelchair with Mero’s body.

“Of course! Leave it to Rachnera to be aware of the misgivings going on!” Cerea smiled.

“Mero doesn’t know what Wifey’s talking about; she and everyone else have always been like this!” The mermaid said, long pink hair nearly dragging to the floor as she tilted her head on Papi’s small form.

“Yeah, forget about anything bad Darling! I’ll make it so that your focus is only on me today~” Papi coiled her serpentine tail around Cerea’s arms like it was the most natural thing to do.

“S-Stop it! Let go of my hands! (These WOULD be my hands, wouldn’t they…)” Cerea pondered the ramifications of that quandary as she foisted the snake off her.

“Awww, boo! Darling’s being no fun!” Papi slithered off in mock anger to the TV.

“Don’t feel bad, Pepper! Mero will hang out no pro!” Tapping her talons on the wood floor, she also went to the scaly lady’s side.

“Why don’t you help out Kimihito-Sama with his ‘daily dairy’? He can’t get the day started without releasing at least a little bit from his breasts.” Rachnera advised Cerea.

“Wh-What?!?”

“Rachnera! I swear, your phrasing gets worse by the moment! Quite frankly I’m shocked that Honey got you used to this house without you getting arrested for talking too fancily.” Suu shook her head with an uncommon look of actual emotion.

“Come on, Master. Miia will clean up after these goobers.” The redhead said calmly, coaxing the floor with her mucus and making it look pristine.

“Erm, i-i-if you i-insist…” Cerea decided to play along for now, taking the initiative to go to her former superior’s room.

*knock* *knock*

“Come in!”

“Yes, hello Milo-…Kimihito.” The horse corrected herself.

“So you’ve come for my daily milking?”

“(Begrudgingly.) Y-You can’t get a move on otherwise, right?”

“Spot on as always, Milord.”

*boooiiing!*

Cerea got a face full of her breasts from a perspective she could have never imagined.

“(Th-Th-They’re HUGE!!! Is this really what they look like to other people?!?)”

“Milord, do make this quick…I’ll get too embarrassed if this goes on for too long…”

Reaching out a human hand to his breasts, Cerea groped and squeezed them with force.

“Ahn~!”

“Milo-Kimihito! Are you alright?”

“Mmm, I’ll be fine; just a bit sensitive. It HAS been a while since the last time we’ve had a moment.” He affirmed.

Swallowing tensely, Cerea continued to massage and squash his boobs gentler.

“Mmph~! Just like that~”

“(Egh, gross. I didn’t think grabbing a chest not attached to me could be so peculiar…)”

“Hhmpph~!”

Finally, some progress. Kimihito’s tits were starting to lactate.

“Get the jar, Milord.”

“W-We have one lying around?”

“In the corner where you always put it, Milord.”

Nonchalantly talking about something that would be mortifying on any other day, Cerea kept her thoughts cooped in her mind as she picked up the empty container and placed it next to Kimihito.

*squirt* *squirt* *squirt*

“Ahhhnn~!”

Not only were his breasts fully loaded with milk, they were dribbling out at a slow yet consistent pace.

“(Is this really how my dream is going to continue? What’s the point of all this?)”

“Milord…I don’t mean to trouble you, but I might need another jar this go-around.”

“Can’t you just use a towel or something?”

“But that would sully Milord’s precious garments!”

“I’m certain there’s more than one towel in the entire house.”

“Milord, please.”

*th-thump!*

“(Wh-wh-what was that?)”

“I need this. You need this. It’s what my-no, your body’s always wanted to do.”

*th-thump!* *th-thump!*

“(Something feels off…!)”

A magnetic attraction compelled Cerea to get closer to Kimihito!

“Accept your lot in life in needing your lord to help out with this from now on.”

“Kimihito! What are you saying all of a sudden?!?”

“He’ll be more than happy to make you feel better with your breast issue, I promise.”

Inching until the two of them were squished together, their foreheads were touching.

“Now go, the outside world’s waiting for you!”

*kiss!*

Suddenly, Cerea felt her head eject from her neck! It flew up in the air until it landed on her normal body with a loud—

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*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*

“Wake up, Cerea! It’s morning!”

The equine had snapped back to reality at last. Looking down at herself, she noticed that her breast milk was strong enough to stain through her shirt and even on the bed sheets!

“M-M-Milord!! Hold on a minute!”

Taking a second to undress, Cerea exposed her naked flesh to the air of her room. Her nipples were positively aching, swollen like a bee sting. Even her already big areolas were turning into pepperoni-sized ones.

“Okay, you can come in now.”

“Isn’t it a bit later than you usually wake—UUUWWAAHH!”

“Milord, don’t look away! I won’t wallop you this time.”

After averting his gaze politely, the man slowly turned his head to Cerea’s beautiful body.

“There’s something I have to tell you; Milord, e-ever since we met Meamil I’ve b-been d-d-dealing with b-b-b-breast i-i-issues…i-i-it’s g-gotten so u-u-uncomfortable f-for just me to deal with t-that I’ve l-lost my mind o-over the past f-few days w-worrying about it...*sniff* I-I-I’m b-b-begging y-you w-with a-all m-my h-h-heart…P-P-PLEASE, M-MILK THEM FROM NOW ON!!!” Cerea exploded as her feelings welled up all at once.

“Cerea…”

“M-M-Milord…?!?”

“I’m so glad you finally told me. Of course I’ll help out wherever I can.”

“Th-Th-Th-Thank y-y-y-y-”

The mare choked up and became a bawling mess, unable to finish her sentence as tears welled up like an eruption gushing forth from the result of her many trials wearing her down. The human took this chance to hug Cerea, slowly stroking her backside.

“Shhhhh, it’ll be fine.”

“WAAAAAHHH!! MILORD!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME!” Cerea shouted as snot came off her face.

“Do you want relief now?”

“ *sniff*  Yes, I do!”

With a firm nod and a rare shot of his real irises, Cerea allowed her master to milk her body.

“Ahhhnnn~!”

*squrt!*

This was the one and only vessel she was born with.

“Gyaahhnn~!”

*squrt!* *squrt!*

It was HER breasts that were got the best possible care from the plentiful skill her favorite lord bestowed.

“HyAaAaAaAgHhH~!!!”

*squrt!* *squrt!* *squrt!* *squrt!*

There was nothing else on Earth that could be more gratifying for HER needs.

“MILORD!! MILORD!! MILORD!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”

*squrt!* *squrt!* *squrt!* *squrt!* *squrt!* *squrt!* *squrt!* *squrt!*

This was HER pleasure alone. And that was something NO ONE could take away, EVER.

“Hah…hah…hah…hah…I truly don’t deserve such a kind and thoughtful human as Milord.”

“I was glad to do so! Next time you have something so important on your mind, tell me right away, okay?”

“Yes, Milord!”

Happily tidying up the milky mess, Cerea felt elated in a way she hadn’t for what felt like a long time. She knew that she could trust her lord with anything, and couldn’t be more conclusively pleased.

“(Awesome, all’s well that ends well! Now for me to catch some Z’s! *yaaawn*)”

With the last of the sleep perfume inside fading away, Rem closed her eyes for a snoozefest of her own.

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