Starfire closed her eyes, looking away. "Raven, please! What has come over you?" she pleaded, trying to appeal to their friendship. "This is not you!" She hoped to X'hal that someone came to check on them. If she couldn't talk Raven out of this madness, she'd be doomed unless help came.
Letting out a sigh, Raven chuckled wickedly. "Oh, I know. I know. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't stop," she explained, not sounding the least bit remorseful. "Your milk...it's so delicious. So utterly...wonderfully...delicious. I can't let them cure you. Can't let that milk go." The half-demon sounded crazed.
Something, presumely Raven's power, gripped Starfire's head, forcing her to look up at the spiral as her eyelids were forced open. "No! No, no, no...no..." Starfire's refusal slowed as she stared at the spiral. Raven licked her lips, rubbing between her legs. "Starfire, you are my milk cow. You are Raven's milk cow. You live to give me milk. To be milked, to have your heavy tits suckled on...you are my milk cow," Raven said, repeating herself as Starfire's mind began to empty of all other thoughts. Mad Mod was content to simply empty out the mind, leaving nothing. Raven didn't want an empty shell. She wanted a happy milk cow.
Starfire's eyes fluttered. She saw Raven standing in front of her. She wanted to say something...what did she want to say? Oh yes. "Moo..." Starfire whispered.
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