Atonement Ch. 01

Honesty seemed like the best policy for dealing with this alien. She probably knew these details already, and even if she didn't it wouldn't be difficult for her to find out.

She smiled at the alien wanly. "That's why I'm here. I took a life, and I wish to atone. I cannot fathom what I could possibly do here that could make up for that, but at the very least I'm hoping that I can be made to forget my mistakes." Tears began to flood her eyes again.

The alien took her by the hand and led her over to the chair. "You've come to the right place," she said firmly, gripping her shoulder.

"My name is Eve. No, that's not my real name," she giggled. "My mother always tells me not to bother saying my actual name, but you might be my Pair."

A flow of garbled syllables clicked off her tongue, a fluting trill. "That's my real name. You don't have to remember all that. Eve will do fine."

Morgan sat down, watching the alien move with delight. She had a way of putting her at ease that she had never felt with another person.

Eve gave her a funny bow, lowering into a curtsy. "This is what you humans do when you greet each other, am I right?"

Morgan clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling laughter. The alien looked at her with alarm, a reddish tinge suffusing her green coloration. "What happened, did I do it wrong? I've been practicing for ages."

"No, that's right, but it's far too formal. I'm not a person that deserves that kind of respect."

Eve stared at her seriously. "See, now, that's the kind of thinking we need to correct. Whatever it is that you did in your past life, you can make it up for it here!"

She was so cheerful, Morgan almost believed her. She blinked, nonplussed. "And how exactly does that work? By turning me into a mindless cow?"

"No, silly," replied the alien, taking a seat in the chair across from Morgan. "Well, that's part of it. But that's not the end goal. It is kind of a side effect, though."

She pursed her wide lips. "Let me start over, this is getting too confusing."

She rolled up to the partition, lifting her enormous breasts and settling them into the cups built into the plastic wall. She undid flaps in her bodysuit, flesh exploding out of the restraining material as if by magic. They were large, and looked swollen. Morgan even thought she could see a small amount of milk leaking from one of her tits. "There, much better," she moaned.

She pointed at one of her breasts, which had slotted through the hole in the wall. "You're going to drink my milk," she said forcefully. "And you're going to like it."

Morgan eyed the dribbling tit with a sidelong glance. "What makes you think that?"

Eve smiled, the sides of her mouth almost reaching her elongated ears. "Because you've been doing it since you entered the facility."

Morgan's brows rose. The creamy liquid, of course. "Was that your milk?" she asked.

"As a matter of fact, yes. The program is always tailored with a particular keeper in mind."

Her smile faded. "Though, I, being the most junior and inexperienced member of the program, don't know as much as I would like about the whole process."

Brows tightening, she leaned forward, her breasts pressing deeper into the plastic cups. "What I do know is that my species' milk is absolute poison. To everyone and everything. The problem is that, until our fertile years pass, we need it to survive. That's where you come in."

Morgan shifted in her seat. She was suddenly feeling uncomfortably hot.

Eve folded her hands on top of her breasts, pressing them down into the plastic cups until small splashes of milk dribbled from her tits. "Somewhere along the way it was discovered that human females are the perfect filters for our milk. We feed women like you our 'product,' your body processes it, and you output it from your own breasts as clean, pure milk that my body can ingest."

She shivered in her seat, excited to talk about the perverse process. "There are some side effects, I admit, and it takes a while to find the right match. Most women aren't willing to become our slaves, so we came up with this processing plant, where prospective filter cows can't say no."

"Only a compatible, Paired couple can filter each other's milk efficiently. Of course, not all cows can be paired with an appropriate alien. Those cows which we can't find a match for are sent to the purification department, where they are used to filter the milk from unpaired aliens in our population. We can only purify about one tenth the necessary milk this way, so finding matches is our top priority!"

She seemed proud of the process, sounding as though she was trying to convince Morgan of the necessity of the program. Morgan didn't actually care. If being paired with this alien could bring her closer to the goal of forgetting her past life, they could do whatever they wanted to her body. She scratched at her chest, which was becoming quite itchy.

She eyed the alien's breasts and leaned forward, latching onto one of her tits with her lips. She wrapped her hands around a breast and lifted it up from the plastic cup, tugging it towards her through the hole in the partition. She moaned, sucking and tasting the wonderful, creamy liquid.

Eve was startled, looking at her as if she had grown a second head. She stumbled, still trying to follow her script, which she must have spent quite some time preparing. "We've come up with some methods to help the process along, including... mmm... hypnosis, and... mmm... pheromones. Which I'm not currently using! What's wrong with you?"

Morgan let the nipple pop from her lips, savoring the aftertaste of Eve's milk. "What's wrong with you? This is clearly delicious."

Eve gaped, having lost control of the situation. "This isn't how I've been told it works. You're supposed to protest that being turned into a cow is demeaning and refuse. I'm supposed to deploy all the coercive means at my disposal to brainwash you into wanting to become my slave. I feel like we've skipped a few steps."

Morgan chuckled. "Can we just pretend we did all that already? I'd like to keep sucking."

Dumbfounded, Eve just sat and stared at her for a few moments, her lips working.

Shrugging, Morgan grabbed the alien's other breast and began to suck it as well. The more she sucked, the less she remembered. She could pretend to be MU2, with no flashbacks of nasty crashes and broken glass. The new sensations and experiences were blunting the trauma in her mind. Fascinated with the alien, she wasn't as likely to think the bad thoughts.

She blinked, cursing at herself. This was a pink elephant scenario all over again. Just bringing it up was already starting to bring it back.

She licked her lips, the tips of them tingling. She couldn't do this all by herself. She needed some help. Sighing, she lifted her head and looked at the astounded alien. "On second thought, hypnosis or whatever it is you do would probably be a good idea right about now so I can put myself more in the mood."

Eve shut her mouth. "You're right, I'm not doing my duty. I'm so green my own slave has to tell me how to act." She tittered nervously, looking uncertain.

Morgan took pity on her. "Look, you're not doing a bad job, you just got a strange partner. I want to forget my past and be your cow, and you want to do your duty. We can make this work. Really."

Eve's lips stopped trembling, a wicked light glinting in her black sclera. "You're right. I just need to follow my training."

She puffed herself up, resting her hands on the top of the plastic partition. "We'll skip the pheromones, I don't think you need them. What you do need to do is look at my eyes instead of my breasts. Yes, I know they're fascinating. I love playing with them too."

Morgan tried her best to change her locus of concentration, but it was doing no good. She needed more milk. She sucked at the teat, the warmth of the neon green breast flesh touching her lips.

"You're distracted," sighed Eve. "That's no good, we can't Pair like this. I need you to focus. Focus on me. Focus on my face."

She reached her arms across the partition and seized Morgan's head on both sides, tilting her neck up. The tit popped from her lips, and she momentarily regretted its lack, until she looked into Eve's black eyes. Darker than a pit, they sucked her in. She was falling into those eyes, deeper and deeper, falling into the abyss.

She landed, dropping onto a blackened pillow, resting in the center of a comfortable bed, all in black. Two eyes watched her from above, and she watched them. They were enormous. They were her world.

The outline of a mouth opened, a thin line of white in the black. "Drink," the lips said.

Her jaw opened and closed, sucking mindlessly. Thick, clear liquid drained down her throat. Her tongue laved a perfect breast, more liquid trickling into her, filling her with perfection. She was a milk slave. She would be filled with Her milk.