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Suguru groans as he stands up from a squat, pulling off his wide-brimmed hat to run a hand through his sweaty locks. There’s a light sheen of sweat coating his body, and his tank-top clings disgustingly to his chest and stomach, leaving nothing to the imagination. Suguru pinches the fabric distastefully, pulling it away from his body only to let go and watch it stick right back against his skin.
“Fuck,” he sighs. The sun is merciless, radiating down with an intensity that would keep most sane people indoors. Suguru would love nothing more than to retreat to his air-conditioned house, but there are too many chores that still need to be done on the farm. He uses his shirt to wipe some sweat off his face before taking the tie off his wrist and pulling his hair into a tight bun, something he should’ve done from the moment he left the house.
Suguru reaches down to pick up the clipboard he’d left on the grass, looking it over and checking to see what he needs to do next. The barn still needs to be cleaned out now that most of the cows are out in the pasture, the feed troughs have to be refilled, the milk systems need to be sanitized, and he still has to milk the few cows that remain in the barn. Thankfully, they don’t have any calves at the moment so that’s one task he can cross off right away.
He flips to the next page, casting a critical eye over the list of cows that are still in the barn and haven’t been milked yet. These are the special cases, the ones that need a little bit of extra attention and can’t just be sent to the rotary milking parlor like the rest. Some are scared of the machinery, shying away and refusing to enter the parlor. Others are dangerous, needing to be tied down before they’re milked. Suguru’s guilty pleasures are the stubborn ones, the ones that still retain a rebellious streak and aren’t yet fully broken in. He has the most fun with them.
“Yu, Hime, King, Mei,” he mumbles under his breath, tracing his finger down the page. The next name on the list causes him to pause for a moment, tilting his head to read it again. “So it’s already been three days?”
Suguru grins, pleasantly surprised by the unexpected treat. He reaches a hand into his back pocket to pull out his phone, taking a picture of the list of cows that still need to be milked with one name crossed out and sends it off to his employees. Suguru then adjusts his hat, shoves the clipboard under his arm and whistles a cheerful tune as he strolls off to see his favorite special case.
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Suguru enters the barn eagerly from the back, taking in a deep breath. The scent of hay, wood and dung assaults his nostrils before he quickly adjusts. Suguru makes his way past many empty stalls and towards the front of the barn, looking for stall number five. It’s mostly silent in the large building, but he can still hear some faint sounds from the front that grow louder the closer he walks. Stall five was one of their most notorious special cases, known for his stubbornness and rebellious streak. His behavior would constantly earn the cow various punishments, but this one was his most severe yet. By the time Suguru walks past stall ten, he can clearly make out the sound of soft crying as well as the rapid rustling of straw. He quietly approaches the gate, sucking in a breath when he looks into the stall.
Writhing desperately in the hay, is an absolutely stunning cow. He’s on his knees, with his chest pressed against the floor, plump ass raised towards the roof. The slender length of his spine leads down to a dainty waist that flares out into wide hips. The tail growing out of the bottom of his spine along with the pair of black and white ears poking out from underneath his shock of white hair are twitching weakly. The cow’s pale, supple skin is sweat-soaked, and he barely notices Suguru looking down at him. Instead, his full attention is focused on practically clawing at his chest to relieve the terrible pressure in his leaking teats. He tries to grip his stiff nipples to milk himself at least, but his fingers keep sliding off without a proper grip.
“Hey pretty Blue,” Suguru coos. Instantly, the cow’s head snaps up, and Suguru is greeted by an absolutely lovely sight. Blue’s face is wet, a mixture of tears and drool streaking across it. His stunning blue eyes, for which he’s named, are watery, thick lashes heavy with the weight of his own tears and his cheeks are colored pink. The cow’s pretty lips are slick with drool, and his ears perk up at the sound of Suguru’s voice. There’s a gold ring piercing his septum, signaling his status as one of the best milkers on their farm.
Blue moves his arms haltingly, struggling to push himself up and onto his knees as he moos pitifully. The heavy weight of his chest messes with his balance, and he stumbles a couple times before succeeding. When he’s finally pushed himself up into a sitting position, Suguru whistles at the sight of his chest. It’s larger than usual, and he can see the heavy weight of his tits from where he’s standing. Blue’s formerly pink nipples are puffy and red, rivulets of milk leaking down his abdomen due to how full they are. Three days without a milking is uncomfortable enough for a normal cow, Suguru can’t imagine how bad it must be for one like Blue who produces more than most. Between his thick thighs is a small, delicate cock around which a cage is locked. Blue opens his mouth, as if to speak but thinks twice, biting his lower lip and pleading with his eyes instead. Which is the right call—it wouldn’t end well if he were to get on Suguru’s bad side.
Suguru grins, it seems his lessons are finally starting to stick. He pushes the gate open and steps into the stall, Blue’s face brightening as he does. Suguru walks over until he’s standing right in front of the hybrid, and reaches out to cup his wet cheek. Blue eagerly leans his face into the touch, nuzzling into Suguru’s palm. Suguru traces the curve of Blue’s jaw, and trails his hand into the cow’s hair to stroke his ears. The touch causes Blue to shiver weakly, arching into the warmth.
“Poor baby,” Suguru murmurs. “You’re so full, huh?”
Blue nods frantically, looking up at Suguru through his lashes and pressing the swell of his chest against Suguru’s leg, mooing in resposne.
“And are you gonna give me any trouble today?” Suguru chides. Blue’s ears fall in distress, and he shakes his head furiously, desperate to show that he regrets his previous behavior.
Suguru nods, satisfied. “Good boy.” He walks over to the side of the stall where an individual milking machine is placed and drags it over to where Blue is kneeling. The cow watches him anxiously, clenched fists resting upon his thighs as if he believes Suguru will run away.
Suguru crouches in front of Blue, and reaches his hands forward to cup the cow’s breasts, massaging the soft, swollen flesh. Blue groans at the touch, pushing his chest further into Suguru’s palms. Suguru uses his fingers to pinch the cow’s enlarged nipples to test the stream, causing a squirt of milk to come out. Blue convulses at the touch, grabbing Suguru’s wrists with his own hands as he whines at the momentary relief.
“I know, baby,” Suguru murmurs. “Just give me a moment, you’re being so good for me.”
Blue moos lowly as Suguru reaches for the sanitizing solution. He sprays the disinfectant on both teats before wiping it away with a towel. Once that’s done, he reaches for the suction cups and carefully seals them around Blue’s engorged nipples.
“Ready sweetheart?” Suguru asks. Blue nods rapidly, clearly eager to relieve the painful pressure in his chest. Suguru reaches for the switch, pausing for a moment. Blue’s been a good boy so far, should he be nice for once? Nah. Suguru turns the switch to the highest setting.
Instantly Blue bowls forward due to the intense suction, crying out at the way his poor nipples are practically pulled off of his chest. At the same time though, milk begins to rush out which relieves the painful pressure causing the cow to push his chest further into the machine. It’s a frustrating mixture of pleasure and pain, something that the cow’s gradually come to love and loathe in equal measure. He’s babbling, falling over himself to press his lips against Suguru’s boots to thank him. Behind him, the cow’s tail is thrashing furiously and Suguru watches, waiting. Finally he sees it, the telltale twitching of Blue’s body alongside a long keen signaling a dry orgasm.
Suguru chuckles before checking the tank to make sure there’s enough room. He then reaches down to feel the weight of Blue’s chest—it’s still plenty heavy, meaning there’s lots of milk left inside. The cow pushes his head up, brows furrowed in distress. Blue’s bitten his bottom lip bloody, and Suguru frowns as he reaches forward to stop him. He pulls the cow’s plush bottom lip out from underneath his teeth, stroking the outline of his jaw after. Blue practically falls into Suguru’s crotch at the slight touch, mouthing desperately at the bulge of his cock. He looks up at Suguru, pleading through his lashes and Suguru holds strong for all of two seconds before relenting.
“Honestly, I shouldn’t spoil you as much as I do,” he chides under his breath as he pulls his zipper down and tugs out the weight of his cock. Blue eagerly watches him, lunging forward to wrap his mouth around the head and leans forward until the full length of Suguru’s cock is nestled in his throat. The cow’s eyes go glassy as he sucks gently at Suguru soft cock, which is quickly growing harder by the second. Blue’s pretty, pink lips are eventually stretched taut around the base, attention wholly focused on the thick length. It seems to distract him from the suction around his teats, but he’s still aware of it on some level. Suguru groans at the tight heat around his cock, reaching a hand down to pet the cow’s hair. His hips twitch every time Blue swallows but he grits his teeth through it. He’ll get his turn.
Blue nurses at Suguru’s cock throughout the milking, the familiar weight keeping him grounded throughout the process. He sucks almost absentmindedly at the other man's cock, hips twitching at even intervals with his dry orgasms. There's a heat building in the pit of Suguru's stomach, but he ignores it in favor of stroking the cow's ears.The tight constriction feels heavenly against his length and it takes everything in Suguru’s power not to ruin the cow's throat. He looks down, and Blue’s pretty lips are slick with a mixture of spit, precum and tears. His eyes are half-lidded in bliss, and Suguru doesn’t even know how many times the cow has come by now.
Eventually, the machine begins to sputter and Blue gradually comes back to awareness as the suction truly becomes painful now that his tits are almost empty. Blue moos around the length of Suguru's cock, voice muffled, and once again looks up at him through his lashes. He’s becoming more aware of his cock as well, the pain of repeated dry orgasms appears to finally be catching up to him and his poor cock looks wrung out. Blue’s intensely overstimulated, but Suguru pretends he doesn’t notice for a moment, enjoying the tight, wet suction of the hybrid’s throat around his cock.
Blue keens, pawing at Suguru’s pants. He’s growing desperate now, the mixture of pleasure and pain is quickly turning into just pain. The machine is still sucking at his nipples with fervor, but there’s barely anything coming out anymore. He looks up at Suguru through his lashes, hollowing his cheeks around the thick length in his mouth in hopes that Suguru will take pity on him
Suguru finally relents and reaches for the machine to turn off the mechanism. As soon as he feels the suction stop, Blue pulls off Suguru's cock with a lewd slurp, slumping forward against the other man’s legs with a groan. Suguru ignores the cow for a moment, instead checking the tank, and grins widely. The machine is almost full to the brim—that’s more milk in one session than any other cow on the farm can produce.
Suguru reaches down and fondly strokes the cow’s hair, tugging at Blue’s ears. “Look, you almost filled the tank to the top!”
Blue arches into the touch like a cat, half-heartedly looking over at the tank.
“You’re such a good boy,” Suguru coos, cupping Blue’s wet cheeks with both hands and squishing them. “Best producer on the farm, making so much milk for me.”
Blue shudders as Suguru’s words pass over him, the praise lighting a fire in his stomach. He whines, leaning into the warmth of Suguru’s palm, eyes hazy from pleasure.
“Good boys deserve a reward, don’t they?” Suguru asks mischievously.
If Blue were in a better mental state, he’d immediately recognize that Suguru’s tone doesn’t bode well for him. But as it is, he can barely remember his own name, mind full of cotton. So he simply smiles widely, nodding at Suguru’s words.
Suguru grins, leaning forward to push Blue back against the hay. The cow goes easily, loose-limbed from the thorough milking and the many orgasms he’d had already.
Suguru moves between Blue's soft thighs, flicking the cow's caged cock, and watches as his body arches up at the bite of pain. It's cute honestly, the perfect pink mouthful. But it's not time for the cage to be removed yet. Maybe another day.
Suguru then turns his gaze lower, looking between the perfect globes of Blue's ass. It's hard to see, so he grips the cow's plush thighs and pushes them up until they're pressed against his chest. Blue accepts the stretch easily, lazily blinking at Suguru's actions, and even grabbing his own thighs to help.
The position exposes the pretty, pink skin of the cow's hole to Suguru's ravenous gaze. The tight furl is twitching under his eyes, puckered rim gaping slightly from the many orgasms Blue had already had. It's wet, leaking with the cow's own natural slick.
Suguru presses three fingers against the loose ring of muscles and they easily sink to the knuckle with a lewd squelch, Blue's body just barely twitching. He crooks his fingers then, quickly finding the overly engorged nub that is the hybrid's prostate and massages it slowly. Blue releases a distressed whine at the stimulation, weakly clutching at his thighs as his tail thrashes wildly. The cow's hips jerk, desperately trying to squirm away from the cruel pleasure, already overstimulated, but Suguru easily drags him back, wedging his hips again between the cow's slick thighs.
"It's alright sweetheart," Suguru soothes, petting Blue's heaving flank with his free hand. "You know I always take care of you.”
Blue whines, expression still pinched with worry. So Suguru leans forward to wrap his lips around a nipple and sucks, chest pressed against the back of the cow's thighs. Instantly Blue melts, pushing his chest forward into the gentle suction. The sweet taste of Blue's milk coats Suguru’s tongue, filling his mouth as he hungrily gulps it down. It’s rich and creamy, almost honey-like in taste. He gently scrapes the nipple with his teeth and Blue squeals underneath him, writhing desperately. Suguru scissors his fingers then, spreading the ring of the cow’s hole. Blue’s hole tries to clench down but Suguru’s fingers are unyielding.
Suguru nips at a nipple as Blue pushes his chest further into his mouth. He continues his ministrations below as well, spreading his fingers and battering the rim of the cow's hole into a soft, malleable mess. Suguru hears Blue whining in the background, clearly confused about whether or not he should hate what's happening to his body. His caged cock twitches against Suguru's stomach, continuously leaking precum.
The steady stream runs dry in his mouth and Suguru furrows his brows before pulling away from Blue's chest with a lewd pop. He quickly switches to the other nipple—once again the sweet taste of the cow's milk fills his mouth. Blue whimpers at the switch, body twitching every time Suguru's fingers unintentionally brush across his prostate. He eventually pulls away from the cow's chest and looks between Blue's thighs. Below, Blue's hole is slick and open thanks to Suguru's efforts. The rim looks puffy, gaping open and the filthiest shade of red Suguru's ever seen in his life.
"Gorgeous," Suguru breathes. Blue simply whines, confused.
Blue's finally loose enough for it, so Suguru grabs his cock and pulls it up to prop against the loose furl of the cow's rim. The weight of his cock is too much for the gaping ring, and it instantly sinks in as Blue's hole swallows the head. The cow's back arches with a loud cry as his rim is pried open by the thick head of Suguru's cock; he's loose but it's still quite a stretch.
Suguru groans, holding himself back from fucking deeper into the tight, wet heat around his cock. Blue squirms underneath him, unintentionally impaling himself further as his hands continue to dutifully clutch his own thighs, opening himself up to the invasion. Suguru presses his hips forward slowly as the cow keens softly in the background. His tail thrashes underneath them as Suguru's cock carves Blue's trembling hole open. When he’s finally sunk in balls deep, Suguru leans forward once again to wrap his lips around a stiff nipple, sucking furiously as he slowly pulls his hip back. The cow’s rim trembles around the head of his cock as Blue’s moos take on a frantic pitch in the background, and he snaps his hips back in, violently nailing the cow’s already tortured prostate. Instantly, Blue’s back arches with a wail, watery liquid squirting from his caged cock.
Suguru furiously pumps his hips into the tight heat clenching around his cock, lips firmly wrapped around a cherry-red nipple. He pushes Blue’s thick thighs more firmly against his chest, pressing the poor cow into a mating press that he takes full advantage of, pressing in close to grind his cock against the cow’s engorged prostate. Blue cries out underneath him, knees bracketing his face. There’s a mess of tears and drool dripping down his cheeks, and his eyes are darting in every direction, as if searching for an escape.
Suguru presses forward once again and pauses to grind his hips in tight circles that cause Blue to let out a pathetic whine, one that goes straight to his cock. There’s a pressure building in his cock, heat rising in his abdomen but Suguru grits his teeth against it. Instead, he throws his full weight into the movement of his hips, grinding viciously. Blue’s mouth drops open in a silent scream and his eyes roll back in pleasure.
The cow’s hole clenches viciously around Suguru’s cock as he cums, and Suguru wrenches his hips back till just the head is in. He then roughly thrusts back in, once again cleaving open Blue’s pulsating hole as precum leaks in a steady stream from his cock. The cow is practically convulsing now, frantically clawing at the ground to try and get away from the terrible pressure against his overstimulated prostate.
Suguru can’t stave off his orgasm forever though, and eventually the pressure building in his stomach bursts. He cries out, hips stuttering once, and then twice before finally grinding and cumming deep inside Blue’s fluttering hole. As soon as he does, Blue’s spine arches painfully with a squeal before he falls limp against the hay, tight hole loosening its vice-like grip around his cock.
Suguru pants, pausing for a moment to catch his breath. He pulls back and smiles down at an unconscious Blue, ears and tail slack. The cow’s face still has a mess of drool and tears while there’s a puddle of watery cum on his chest, but Suguru thinks he’s never looked more beautiful. He pulls his softened cock out slowly with a wince, and watches as a pale glob of cum slides out of the cow’s gaping hole. Suguru reaches forward to scoop up the thick lump and push it back into the softened rim, pressing it deep inside as Blue’s thighs twitch. He then wipes his cock against the cow’s thigh, leaving a streak of cum against the pale skin. Suguru stands up and pulls his pants back up, tucking his dick away. He grabs the tank of milk from the machine and with one last look over his shoulder at the unconscious cow, he walks out while whistling a cheerful tune. After all, he still has plenty of chores left to do.