Chapters The Book of Milk Chapter 7
Although they couldn’t communicate, now the cows encircled her and moved closer from all directions. At first Cow 87 was afraid, but once they were close the other cows simply rubbed their bodies against her own in a decidedly sexual way, squeezing her udders together with theirs, a simple sensation she knew shouldn’t feel so good. Then an open muzzle touched her own and soon she was exchanging heated kisses with one cow after the other, their tongues exploring their toothless muzzle holes, long strands of saliva running down their chins. Two cows had knelt down and started to lick her teats, finally putting them into their muzzles and sucking. With a muffled moo between kisses, Cow 87 felt her milk being eked out of her udders, drop by drop. It wasn’t nearly as effective as the milking had been this morning, but it was even more teasing. Last but not least, a cow had pushed her face up under her legs and started to lick up the moisture between her swollen vaginal folds, 87’s tail twitching on her bald head. Cow 87’s eyes rolled back into her head as she felt her clit being skillfully suckled on.
Soon, she was completely lost in lust, her upper body bent forward. At some point, another cow had pushed her own swollen genitals into her face and she had started to lick and suck automatically. It hardly crossed her mind that even an hour ago such an idea would completely disgust her, even without the taste. Oh, the taste. She tasted salty fluid, but also the sharpness of urine and the bitterness of shit. She didn’t care anymore. But she should… she should… push her tongue deeper….
Wave after wave of lust rolled through her body, each bigger than the last. She should have had at least several (“one on one and one”) orgasms by now, but every time she thought the moment had come, something held her back. At some point she lost control of her bladder and also farted loudly, but the cow who had been licking her pussy at that moment simply swallowed her urine and continued unabated.
The longer this went on, the more her moos of lust were tinged with desperation. After what felt like an eternity of delicious, torturous teasing, the other cows lost interest in her and started to disperse again. They left her lying on the grass, covered in fluids she knew weren’t all her own, her most sensitive parts painfully swollen and pulsing with her heartbeat. After a while, her mind cleared somewhat, although her horniness didn’t abate. Slowly, she got her legs back under her and stood up.
Miserably, she started to walk on shaking legs towards the fence at the other end of the enclosure. It was slow going, since she had to pause every few steps to rub her thighs together helplessly, and uselessly. She even tried to make her tail hit her pussy by moving her hips back and forth, to no avail.
Meanwhile, all the other cows were standing near the gate again, mooing from time to time and crossing their thighs just like 87. It was clear that they were just as horny and waiting for the Caretaker and the Caretaker to come back. Cow 87 shuddered as she looked back over her smooth, armless shoulders. “They should try to es… they shouldn’t do that.” Cow 87 thought. “Is this what I will become? Just a horny, submissive animal begging to… to be rewarded? No, I can’t let that happen! Those cows have given up but I will not do that too, I will fight these changes in my head, resist them somehow, keep my… my humanity and…”
[TRAIN OF THOUGHT ABORTED AND DELETED FOR CONTRADICTING PROGRAM PARAMETERS.]
“No, what was I…?” Before she could reflect any further, Cow 87 was distracted as she arrived at the fence and heard the low hum again. “The hurty… um… zap zap thing,” she thought, “Wait, I used to know the word for that! Dad always said I was really good with ele… ece… this stuff.” Remembering her incident with the other “zap zap thing” coming out of the Caretaker’s stick, she filed the information away, careful not to think about its possible use for her. Then she looked beyond the fence. The grass continued on for miles, coursing over hills and sweeping past a single row of power lines, before the last crest of a hillscape ended and only faint mountains in the distance could be seen. Somewhere out there had been her old existence, which was already starting to feel unreal to her. In here however, the bizarre reality of her new life was beginning to feel more and more inevitable. A life where she was unable to talk, unable to grab anything, even unable to touch herself, totally dependent on others for simple things like food and drink, completely helpless, naked and on full display for any observer, literally reduced to nothing more than a piece of cattle.
[SELF AFFIRMATION DETECTED: GRATIFICATION VIA ENDORPHIN RELEASE]
“Moooo!” The blissful rush of lust made her stumble on her hooves, but she managed to steady herself despite her swaying udders. The fact that this felt good despite her overwhelming desperation somehow made it even worse and she hated herself for her own reaction. Her vision of the world outside the fence blurred as she started to cry bitterly with heaving moos, tears running down her face and dripping on her udders.
After a short while however, Cow 87 noticed someone approach. The clanging of another bell told her it must be a cow even before she looked up to see a black and white specimen, her tag reading “62” (meaningless scribbles to her sister, of course). Though 87 couldn’t pick a single unique feature from her standardized cow face other than her spots, her udders looked gigantic, more than twice as big as 87’s and they hung down to her wide hips. Indeed 62 seemed to be unable to even stand up straight due to their obviously massive weight. Nonetheless, her large eyes were full of sympathy and she mooed softly. Sniffing, Cow 87 walked the rest of the way towards her. When they met, 62 raised her head to rest it on 87’s shoulder, which indicated to her to do the same, the closest thing to an embrace the two animals had left. Her skin was sweaty and dirty, and she smelled faintly of piss, but Cow 87 didn’t care. She just closed her eyes and rubbed her wet cheek on the neck of the other cow, while her sister reciprocated. “At least I’m not alone in this.” she thought. At some point, both cows had settled on the ground. 62 was sitting on her legs, her hooves under her, with 87’s head in her lap. The sun had begun to set and bathed the enclosure in golden light. Not only were 62’s udders a lot bigger than 87’s, but her teats also longer and thicker. From time to time 87 moved her head to suckle on one the teats, to which 62 answered with low moos. Drinking the milk of another cow should have disgusted her, but the fluid was sweet and creamy in a delicious mixture. “Does my milk taste like this, too?” she wondered absentmindedly. There was another reason why she suckled the milk so eagerly. Now that the whirlwind of emotions of this day had settled for the moment, her hunger had returned. She felt downright famished, and although the milk was incredibly tasty, she knew it wouldn’t be enough to fill her painfully empty stomach. Additionally, confusingly, she felt her own udders grow taut and full again.