Back in the LaSilvas apartment, Olivia was laying on the couch. She wasn’t sure why she felt infinitely tired. The day truly hadn’t been so bad. Sex first thing in the morning could be a little exhausting, but she’d only been babysitting Sarah’s friend since then. Still, for the last hour or so there had simply been a drowsy feeling permeating everything that she just couldn’t shake. She’d just been unable to stay standing.

At first she’d tried to watch some television, not wanting to sleep on the watch, but she just kept nodding off. The world kept spinning and she felt so heavy. There was a warm musky smell in the air and Sarah’s friend was down between her legs helping her get her itchy cotton panties off. “Fresh air will do you good. It’ll help you feel better.”

“Mmmroah . . . yeah . . . course . . .” Olivia agreed, her eyes fluttering as their already gray shade darkened. Dust blew between the tired woman’s legs, eliciting whimpers and shudders.

“Mmm, let’s just screen shall we?” Dust’s voice purred as she asked, but it was not a question and that would be clear to anyone besides the melted Olivia. The phone rang in the background as Dust continued to blow, until the answering machine finally picked up with a loud click.

After the cute message played, Olivia and Sarah both chiming in to alert anyone who may call that they were busy saving the world or had an Aurora-based emergency, the call played out for the two to hear. “Um . . . Hiiiii . . . It’s me. T-Saaaarah.” There was a pause much longer than usual, and Dust filled it by earning a moan from Olivia with a stronger gust of air. “Running a liiiiittle bitty bit late. Nothing big. Meeting went well. They say they can totally help you. And us. Gonna work together really well. I’ll tell you about it when I’m home . . . like uhm . . . an hour? Two? Sometime! See ya soon. Lots of love Olivia. Stay good Dust.”

Dust grinned and paused her work when the message stopped and there was the faint sound of a phone hanging up. “Good . . . We have some us time.” Olivia’s head rolled on her shoulders as more of that sweet dusty air melted into her tender sex, sweet tingling particles sticking to her quivering, damp heat.

The darkly dressed woman continued to grin as she slid her tongue along her lips slowly, not so much in a sexual motion as much as to dampen them. Her mischievous dark eyes looked around the apartment rather curiously, almost as if she were suddenly seeing it differently. One finger from her left hand was pressed right at the seam of her “protector’s” slit, keeping her pinned every bit as well as if she were to chain her in place. “Seems like a kind of small place to raise a kid.”

Every moment that passed, Olivia melted all the more into the couch. Her hips vainly tried to squirm and grind into Dust’s finger, but it was no use as the object of her desire was the same force keeping her immobile. “Bigger than the old place . . . Probably try to get something bigger if we can you know . . . Mmmm . . . Afford it . . .”

“Mmm . . . That’s always how it is, huh?” Slowly the pale fingertip began to press harder, slipping just within her to remain in place. “So, the baby. Interesting thing, huh? Two girls . . . How’d that even work? Been a little curious I must say.”

The apartment was small compared to some, but it did have two bedrooms, a built-in washer and drier, and was well decorated with cute knickknacks and the occasional picture hung haphazardly from the wall. It had a homey feel even if it wasn’t impressive, and it was more than functional as far as being an apartment went.

“You know the way it goes . . . aaah . . .” Olivia whined and pressed up only faintly as she clenched around the finger as much as her body would allow her. Try as she might, her body was just too tired. It was nearly as exhausted as her mind. Her body glistened and shone, even if her skin was still a sweet shade of peach and not the gold it could become with a thought. “Her name’s Aurora . . . and yeah it, it was kind of a shock to me too, very spur of the moment . . . She’s magic, you know, a witch like her mom.”

“So . . . Which one of you actually . . . had the baby?” Dust’s finger slipped just a little higher and a little deeper, pressing in just the right spots as it moved. Her black-lipped grin stood out so brightly from her white skin, though Olivia could barely open her eyes wide enough to see her. “I mean, you can’t both have done it, right?”

Again, Olivia’s mind desperately tried to grasp for the reason she was so exhausted, but it eluded her still and she let out a long, slow whimper as her body squirmed faintly on its own. She couldn’t remember a time she had ever felt more relaxed. “I did . . . Wasn’t that bad. . . Well, bad as I thought it would be. And she’s so cute, isn’t she . . .?”

“Oooh, veeeery cute. Adorable really. Not a big fan of babies though, I’ll admit.” Dust sighed a soft bit under her breath. “So . . . Does that mean you got the breast feeding job too? Doesn’t really seem fair. Annoyance of childbirth, annoyance of breast feeding . . . What did Sarah get exactly?”

“Sarah has to change her . . .?” Olivia’s voice held as much confusion as a faint bit of worry, but in the end she didn’t care. She was happy with how things turned out. “And breast feeding isn’t really all that bad . . . and it’s fun for Sarah too, sometimes . . . Plus she has to work while I get to stay home and . . . Mmm just spend all day taking care of Aurora. It’s really a lot more fun than like . . . work.”

Dust’s eyes moved to Olivia’s chest, looking at the buttons on her black blouse as her voice turned noticeably darker. “Mmhmm . . . I take it . . . parts of you are still on maternity leave? Do you have fun with the breast feeding?”

“Mmm . . . what do you mean . . .? And yeah . . . It’s not so bad . . .” Olivia sighed a tired, relieved sigh as her body tried to move closer to the other woman but only managed to rub herself more into that finger, making her coo and curl her bare toes ever so faintly. For just a moment the thought occurred to her that she was wrinkling up her skirt, bunched up around her waist, but the thought faded away as Dust resettled between her eyes.

The pale digit moved further still, disappearing deeper within Olivia’s sex as Dust’s other hand began to slowly work at those all too alluring buttons one by one. “Well . . . I know you went through the same . . . program that Sarah did. At that place, where they sold people like they were animals . . . Tell me, did they ever run you through the cow training regiment?”

“She told you that . . .?” A faint, distressed whimper melted past the helpless woman’s lips, though she barely even noticed her top was opening enough to be able to react. Beneath the black her skin was already shimmering with a sweet layer of sweat, her full breasts quivering after every deep breath that shook its way through her body. “No . . . I was just gonna be sold as a living statue . . . No cowification for me, just Sarah. They had all sorts of programs, all depended on what would sell, what was there to work with . . .”

“Oh . . . Not as hot. A girl who doesn’t move as opposed to one who groans on all fours while thrusting her breasts forward? Hardly a contest . . .” Another button popped loose, and all but the last of her finger disappeared into the other woman’s vulnerable orifice. “So, ever tasted your own milk?”

Her back arched as shudders wracked her body making every inch of revealed flesh all the more alluring. “Well . . . It’s because I can turn all gold and . . . heeey . . . I sold for a lot . . .” Her voice was pouty and would have almost sounded full of conviction if it didn’t sound cutely fuzzed beyond any and all reason. “Yeah, I tasted it a little once. Kinda nice, can see why she likes it so much.”

“Yes . . . We can have a lot of fun with that . . . Do you have a breast pump? Anything like that you use for filling up your adorable little child’s bottle?” The last button came loose, as her hand slowly twisted, finger turning inside of her and pressing in to the hilt as her thumb fell on Olivia’s most sensitive of nubs.

In response she groaned and released a long tender whimper, her body raising off the couch just enough as she clenched tighter, shaking as if she felt her whole body being twisted and pulled taut. “Yeah, it’s in the kitchen . . . I’d get it for you, but I’m . . . really not sure I can get up . . .”

Dark black lips leaned close and pressed onto Olivia’s forehead, leaving a stain of her lips behind that tingled and felt as if it sunk through her skin right into her mind. “No. I promise you that you can’t.” Her voice sent shudders through her helpless victim and made her pretty eyes flutter before falling helplessly shut.

“Sorry . . . you’ll be safe if anyone shows up though . . . I’ll do my thing. They don’t call me Aureus for nothing . . . Well, I chose the name, but . . .” Her thighs clenched and spread further apart as Dust’s fingers pulled back before they coated those thighs in the act of drying themselves off.

Dust stood and moved toward the kitchen, disappearing from what would have been Olivia’s vision if she could manage to reopen her eyes. The pump was easily found, kept in the same cupboard as the bottles, and Dust grinned at the delightful mewls and coos Olivia made from the couch. She soon reentered the room with the pump and a bottle. She was even humming to herself a pretty little tune.

In a single deft motion the dark blouse was opened, and in another the equally dark bra lost its tension against Olivia’s melted body before it was pulled away. Dust barely paid attention to the actual woman, just continued to hum as her fingers ran gently over her breasts. “Very nice . . .”

The gust caused by the quick motions made gooseflesh roll over Olivia’s chest, nipples stiffening in turn. Each touch made another sigh roll from her lips as a soft flush rolled over her cheeks, and she whispered the faintest of thanks.

Skilled fingers worked with one of her firm breasts, the bottle, and the pump with a grace that hinted at a firm familiarity. Then again, it was well enough known that Dust’s influence could get her near about anything she wanted to get her all too clean fingers on. “You’ve only tasted yourself once? It’s really too bad. People . . . people get a little squeamish about it, but . . . there’s something special about it. Pure . . . few things are as pure.”

“I’m not squeamish . . . I was just never that big on milk . . . Ya know . . .?” Olivia watched her, curious, trying to remember the last time Aurora had a meal. She wasn’t crying so she had to be okay, but it did make her wonder just a little. “What’re you going to do . . .?”

“Well . . . I used the last of the milk you had saved to keep your baby quiet . . . and I’m going to use the last of your milk, to keep you quiet.” Dust started the pump, a small internal laugh on her features.

Olivia’s face its attempts to match the red tone to her hair as the pump did its work. Her eyes faintly fluttered, but only enough so she could see where Dust was in a blurry outline that looked more like a dream than anything real. “Keep me quiet . . .? I’m not being too loud am I? I’m just really, really tired . . . I know Sarah said to make sure nothing happened to you, but I’m just so tired . . .”

“Mmm, in some ways you’re not being loud enough . . . But I’m not going to be keeping your vooooice quiet . . .” Dark lips continued to twist into a darker grin as she watched the pump, letting it take its time. Once it finished she pulled it back, wiped down her breast before holding her hand over the bottle. She watched as the dust swirled down into it, turning it a light gray from the previous white.

“I can try to be louder if you want, I’m just . . . I can’t seem to stay quite awake . . . But Uhm . . . What are you going to keep quiet?” Gray eyes desperately tried to focus on the bottle and the swirling particles. It was nearly impossible and she hardly saw enough to understand her situation. “What are you doing . . .? You can try some if you want, just a little.”

With precise twists Dust screwed the nipple over the bottle. “Not for me at all . . .” In a slow, almost tender motion - quite tender for the dark haired seductress - she pressed the smooth surface past Olivia’s lips and slowly tilted it in just the right way to make the gray milk slide toward the front, small bits of dust hugging the side of the plastic in a way that made Olivia’s mind think of instant hot chocolate. “It’s for you, all for you. Drink up, little girl.”

The young mother had stared fuzzily as the nipple was screwed on, and as soon as the nipple passed beyond her lips she’d started suckling on instinct. If there was any way she could become more physically limp she would have. At least her mind was still capable, and it slackened as her eyes closed.

“Of course, I’ll probably try some.” Dust reached up, rolling one of Olivia’s hard nipples between two of her fingers. “But I’m a kinky dirty tart of a girl, and I prefer my fun time partners to be . . . a little beyond arguing.” Delicately, she replaced her hand holding up the bottle with both of Olivia’s before working at removing some of her own clothes.

Sounds of mewling and suckling equally filled the air. She was going to suck until it was all gone. Everything about the taste was perfect. It made her head feel heavy and her eyes feel covered or sealed in something, and her whole body wiggled as she suckled and moaned at Dust’s touches.

“Great thing about a girl like that . . . She doesn’t argue . . . She doesn’t really feel pain.” Dust shifted, kneeling down on the couch as she straddled the other woman, still-clothed hips sliding against hers. Unceremoniously she grabbed a handful of each of the full breasts before her, and savored the weight in her hands. “You can do things to her you could never do to a properly conscious woman . . . especially one with inhuman durability . . . Finish the bottle like a good girl.”

With even louder suckling and louder moans Olivia made quick work of the bottle, and it soon dropped loosely from her grasp. Her lips were parted but silent, eyes falling just barely open like a doll’s. She tried to arch into the grasping hands, but she could barely think or move. All she could do was feel warm and feel like she was somewhere else wrapped up in fuzzy blankets.

The hands massaging her heavy breasts in such slow circles made her feel even fuzzier, as did the woman’s weight on top of her. There was something basic and primal about the feeling. It was simply right.

“Tell me . . . When you’re normally human . . . Do you get hurt like humans do? And when gold . . . are you stiff and cold? Do you have . . . anywhere in-between?” Even Dust’s words felt like they weighed her down, covering her in whatever darkness melted out of her with each little flake, but more concentrated and focused – more purposeful.

“I . . . yeah, I’m normal when I’m normal . . . but when I’m gold I’m just . . . harder? Still warm, still squishable and stuff . . . just different . . .?” She moaned as Dust’s hands turned firmer, gripping her harder as she groaned and lazily slid her tongue across her lips. “Never tried to do anything in between . . . don’t think I can . . . can do just parts though, that’s really easy, do that all the time, especially for Sarah, she really likes it . . .”

The petite mind duster’s eyes hooded as she purred and began to grind her whole body down into Olivia harder and harder. “Mmm, well . . . Feel free to make your whole body a little harder, all the way if you have to . . . I’ve always wanted a girl whose breasts and nipples I could use as handles . . .”

“Okay . . . here you go . . .” Like a wave of firmness, solidity sliding over her skin, coating her, moving along under Dust’s hands unimpeded as the flesh of her breasts turned harder and firmer. They were still so malleable, but they were as much flesh as they were metal, as warm and sensitive as the rest of her body, just smoother, softer. “Oooh . . . Feels even better to be like this when I’m all . . . with whatever’s making me so sleepy . . .”

Pale hands grasped her gold nipples hard as she used them like anchors, handles just as she’d said, to grind and thrust herself passionately down against the subdued golden heroine. Loud, genuine laughter flowed like music as she did, pressing her hips so hard into the golden hips below her. She wasn’t all that strong, but anyone could tug hard with the leverage she had and she definitely wasn’t being nice about it. “Perfect!” Her laughs almost turned to giggles as her thighs clenched around golden hips.

Aureus screamed, voice cracking as she shook, eyes slowly opening halfway, so wide for how sleepy the rest of her face still looked. She tried to grind up, but she felt too heavy and helpless. It didn’t stop her sounds from being any less intense as she quivered and hardened in different ways, and slicked still in others. “Nyaaaa! Hard! Feels gooooo-oh! Never had anyone be . . . anyone be this rough!”

“Oh girl . . .” Dust pressed her body into Olivia as if her life depended on it, and though it may not have, the satisfaction of her libido certainly did. “You have no idea . . .” Black lips closed tightly around her neck, teeth nibbling at the golden surface as a hand slid up hard between golden legs and dug in roughly and quickly.

“Oh! Sarah is always so gentle but now I . . . now I want thissss!” Every strand of hair, each limb, every muscle in her body shuddered and shook as the scream tore through her throat and she clenched tiredly around her fingers, arched into her lips, and laughed right along with her in a tired and overly fulfilling mix of pleasure and pain that only felt like bliss.