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As it is Written

A Hayate the Combat Butler prawnfest

By

EvilFuzzy9

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.
(lactation fetish stuff in here)

With Hayate leading the way, it was a short trip to the Aizawa manor. Isumi, naked and with bunny ears, was led along be her hand, and Hatsuho, also naked, was slung over his shoulder. Nobody gave this procession a second glance, though, thanks to Hayate's writing in the book.
Once they reached the Aizawa estate, they were welcomed inside by Sakuya, the criminally-buxom-for-her-age heiress of the Aizawa family.
"Hello, Sakuya-san," said Hayate, greeting the girl cordially, setting Hatsuho down on a nearby couch.
"Yo," Sakuya greeted in response, glancing curiously at Isumi's mother, who was obviously completely out of it. "What happened to her?" she pointed at Hatsuho.
"Ah, she's just tired from giving me a tour of her grounds," Hayate replied, the way he worded it catching Sakuya's eye.
"Oh?" said the gray haired, green eyed girl, a knowing glint in her eye. "You must have really run her ragged."
Isumi nodded. "I imagine he was as vigorous as ever," said she.
"You didn't join in, Isumi?" said Sakuya coyly, giving Hayate a Look.
The butler chortled good-naturedly. "We had a rather thorough tour inside," he answered, causing Sakuya to smirk.
"I see," said she. "And did you find anything you liked?"
Hayate nodded his head. "Indeed I did," he told her, fingering the Book in his coat pocket.
Sakuya smiled. "That's good!" she said. "I'd hate to think the two of you don't have any fun together, what with your engagement and all."
"Oh, it's plenty of fun even with just the two of us," said he, "But you know what they say: 'The more, the merrier.'" And, saying this, his gaze went down a few inches, to Sakuya's chest.
The Aizawa heiress smirked, crossing her arms under her well-developed breasts.
"Are you propositioning me, Hayate?" said she. "And in plain view of your betrothed, too!" But she was grinning.
Isumi smiled. "I only want what Hayate-sama wants," she said, her bunny-ears twitching.
"Hah!" laughed Sakuya. "And I suppose he wants some of this?" she said cockily, striking a fairly sexy pose and gesturing at body.
"No," said Hayate, taking the Book out of his coat pocket with a grin. "Why should I settle just for some when I can have it all?"
For a moment, Sakuya looked confusedly at the book in Hayate's hands, but then he began to write.
'Sakuya-san is a human cow, with huge breasts and an ass of similar size. Her breasts are always lactating, and she has no intelligence. She belongs to me and Isumi, and everything that would belong to her instead belongs to us - money, household, servants, everything. She wears a cowbell around her neck, and nothing else, and she loves to be milked: even just touching her breasts is enough to make her come.'
He then closed the book and put it away, trusting it would work its magic soon enough. And indeed, when he looked back up at Sakuya, he saw that her eyes were now vacant, and she was staring ahead mindlessly. Her face was red, though, and she was moaning.
Hayate's eyes widened infinitesimally when he saw the buttons on Sakuya's blouse beginning to strain and pop, and he heard the sound of the doubtlessly expensive fabric tearing. Soon enough, her breasts – now even larger than they had been before, many times over – erupted from her blouse, tearing it to ribboms, and Sakuya screamed and moaned in obvious ecstasy. In addition, her skirt flared out and lifted up uselessly as the girl's hips widened to generously womanly proportions, ripping her panties and causing them to fall to the floor uselessly. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she was groaning needily.
Isumi smiled, stepping close to the girl who had just moments before been the clever and vivacious heiress of the Aizawa family – not that she remembered this, of course.
"It looks like Sakuya-neesan wants something," she said brightly, in her usual soft tone. She observed the juices dripping from the girl's cunt, and the milk that was already starting to leak from her nipples.
"Ahh, how greedy of her," said Hayate, smiling as he casually unzipped his trousers. "But I suppose she doesn't know any better, does she? I mean, she's just a stupid little cow, after all."
"That's not fair, my beloved," said Isumi, "She is not at all little," she pointed out, placing a small, soft hand on one of Sakuya's massive tits (and it was a decent fraction larger than most watermelons, and several times juicier), causing the newly-converted cow-girl to let out a low moan, frame shuddering as she came.
"True enough," said Hayate with a chuckle. He stepped forward and went around behind Sakuya, his hard, throbbing member springing out from his unzipped trousers as he gazed upon her generously expanded booty. Her buttocks were big and round and soft, and her pussy was swollen and puffy, visibly drenched from arousal.
He grabbed a handful of the girl's plump cow ass, squeezing it playfully. She let out a low, inarticulate moan in response, dumbly raising her bottom up, presenting herself like a dog in heat.
"She really wants it," Isumi observed with a serene smile, watching as the brainless Sakuya desperately ground her behind against Hayate's crotch, the heat of her cunt, so close to his dick, causing him to let out a groan and begin rocking his hips against hers.
"So do I," said Hayate, letting out a grunt before proceeding to thrust his rod into their cow's tight cunt. Sakuya's dull eyes widened, and began lowing wildly, writhing in animal ecstasy from the sensation of Hayate's dick inside her. Driven by arousal and instinct, she began greedily slapping her hips against her owner's pelvis as he fucked her, panting and moaning in bestial delight.
Isumi, observing this, smiled.
"It looks like she's in heat," she said, kneeling before Sakuya and leaning in close, her lips scarcely a hair's breadth from those of their cow.
"When isn't she?" Hayate replied with something that sounded like it might have been a chuckle, though it was hard to tell in between all of the grunting and groaning as he pounded Sakuya's pussy.
"True..." Isumi whispered, before kissing her one-time big sister figure on the mouth, moaning adorably as she snaked her tongue in between Sakuya's lips and thoroughly tasted the voluptuous girl's tonsils, in a manner of speaking. And even as she did this, she laid hands upon Sakuya's massive tits and began gently milking them, causing the cow to become lost in absolute bliss, coming again and again under the double-pronged assault from Isumi and Hayate.
And Hayate, feeling Sakuya's pussy clench tighter and tighter as her juices gushed out like fountain, came inside her, filling his cow's cunt with semen. They continued in this manner for several more minutes, Hayate quickly losing count of how many times he came inside of Sakuya, the girl's milk covering the tiled floor in a large puddle that spread around them for several feet.
Eventually, though, Hayate pulled out of her at last, Sakuya collapsing in a boneless heap with one final moan, and he looked around.

Chiharu Harukaze, secretary of the Hakuo Academy student council, was trying very hard to not be caught staring at her master's formidable erection as he pulled out of Sakuya. Not that he disapproved of the help staring at his body (particularly not if they were cute, as she remembered him saying at one point to one of her coworkers), but it felt a little awkward for her.
After all, Hayate (Master while she was at work) was a classmate of hers, and furthermore a boy who already had many admirers, including the student council president, whom she greatly respected. There was also the fact that, due to a somewhat complicated series of events, her master did not know she was a classmate of his. To him, at work, she was just Haru-san.
Indeed, only one person yet had ever made the connection between Chiharu and the young maid Haru-san, and Chiharu much preferred it that way. Kind as her master was, and generous, and handsome, it would nonetheless be very awkward for her to speak with him at school if he knew her as one of the maids who served him.
So she did her best to keep her identity a secret, though there had been close calls in the past...
Even as she thought about this, however, she perceived that she was being beckoned over by Hayate. So she went to him and bowed low in obeisant greeting, and if in doing so her face just so happened to brush against his member, well he did not say anything about it.
Once Chiharu was content that she had bowed long enough, she stood back up and looked Hayate in the eyes, doing her damnedest not to betray any inconvenient tells.
"You called for me, master?"
"Yes," said Hayate, and he smiled at her. "Would you mind cleaning up the floor?" he asked the maid, gesturing to the large puddle of milk and bodily fluids. Isumi was leading Sakuya back to her 'pen', and Hatsuho was still asleep on the couch, so for all intents and purposes it was only the two of them.
"Your wish is my command, master!" said Chiharu in the bright, cheerful persona she donned when doing her part time job as a maid. While at home and school she was generally calm and cool, if a just bit passionate about anime and video games, but when she became 'Haru-san' she was all smiles all the time. Her biggest asset as a maid – and this was stemming from the time she had spent working at a maid cafe in Akiba – was not a mastery of house-keeping (though she was a far cry from unskilled), but rather the charming, eager persona she donned with her maid outfit. "Just let me fetch a mop and bucket-"
"Who said anything about mopping it up?" Hayate interjected, his smiling expression not changing one iota. "I expect you to get down on your hands and knees and lick it up with your tongue," he explained pleasantly, and if Chiharu was a little turned on at the thought of abasing herself so... well that was a private matter.
Chiharu, though red-faced, kept up the smile and chirruped, "Oh... Of course, master!"
Hayate's smile widened just a bit at this, and he nodded his head.
"Excellent," he said. "And once you're done with that, I'll even let you clean my dick off with your holes."
Chiharu's blush deepened, her pussy growing just a little bit damp in spite of herself, but she obediently did as she was commanded, getting down on her hands and knees and getting to work.
Chiharu lowered her face to the puddle of mixed bodily fluids, inhaling the scent of it. Her cheeks flushed red as the smell of sex pervaded her nostrils. It was potent and heady, and she felt slightly giddy as she breathed it. Shivering, she proceeded to lap up the fluids – slowly at first, being admittedly somewhat leery of doing something so completely humiliating.
The taste was strange on her tongue, but not unpleasant. It was quite unlike anything else she had tasted, and it was warm as it went down her throat. She was strangely aware of every drop she licked up, and as the mixture settled in her stomach she felt her loins heat up. She was growing gradually aroused, more and more so. But whether it was from some aphrodisiacal effect of the fluids, or the humiliation of her situation fulfilling some secret sexual desire, she did not know.
She moaned softly as she continued to slowly lick clean the floor, her blouse feeling uncannily more tight and constricting as she went on. Her panties were becoming gradually more soaked, and her pussy was aching, begging to be filled. By now nearly a third of the puddle was gone, Chiharu proving perfectly diligent in her duties. And the work was going ever more quickly, for the more of the milk and ejaculate she licked up, all the more did she thirst for it.
Now hearing Hayate murmur something approvingly about the view as she cleaned the floor, Chiharu blushed. She felt acutely aware of just how short the skirt of her maid uniform was, and she sensed her master's gaze on her exposed thighs, pale and tender but well-shaped through maidenly labor.
Her pussy grew hotter as she continued cleaning, and with a blush she wiggled her hips and moaned as she thought of the reward to come. The more she licked up, the more her mind drifted towards thoughts of her master's manhood, and the more as well she made a show of cleaning the floor.
Bashfully, yet also a little playfully, she tugged at her panties, making them ride up on her ass and pussy like a thong, lewdly flossing the cotton between her lower lips and buttocks. Hayate smiled approvingly at this, complimenting her on her "work-ethic", and Chiharu blushed.
But finally, she finished lapping up the mess, and she looked at Hayate over her shoulder.
"Well, master..." she said, "I suppose I get to clean your cock now, yes?"
Hayate chuckled.
"Yes," he said. "Yes, you do."

A/N: I see some people have fav'd and followed this, so presumably they're enjoying it. No reviews yet, though...
Updated: 12-9-13
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