Chapters The Book of Milk Chapter 17
Puffycunt was running on the “hard-way” for quite a when, until she turned around and couldn’t even see the farm anymore as more than vague shapes. Caretaker and Caretaker and Caretaker would probably not notice that she was gone until they led every cow into their stalls again. But she remembered that the hard-way was where the “metal rolling things” belonged and left it to hide in the tall grass growing on both sides. Soon she was hopelessly lost between the green blades, awkwardly blundering about and falling down repeatedly into the wet mud, her hooves either getting stuck or stumbling over stones she couldn’t see anymore.
She was also getting thirsty again and tried to suck stagnant, dirty water out of pools between the grasses. Drinking from the troughs in the pen and the open yard was pure luxury in comparison. Puffycunt wished she could be back there, be with her herd, and maybe even suck Caretaker’s yummy cock… No! She shook her head. She couldn’t let thoughts like that into her head. Those came from… the voice. Puffycunt was sure of it. At least almost.
Some whens later, she was still lost and felt more and more tired. And what’s worse, it was getting darker among the grass. As she finally stumbled out from among the tall weeds into what she first thought to be a clearing, it was evening already, which made identifying anything even more difficult. What had been green blurs was now becoming a mess of shadows. But she thought she could see a darker shape against the barely-lit sky, something big, too blocky to be a tree or a rock, too small to be a barn. She walked towards it and hit her head as it suddenly became a solid object in front of her. She even became stuck in the wood surface with one of her horns and as she tried to pull it out, fell backwards. She hit the ground hard, no way of catching herself without arms, and the back of her head struck the hard soil beneath her and she lost consciousness.
“Miss? Miss, are you… Oh my god, oh Jesus! What in all the heavens happened you?!”
As Puffycunt woke up again, there was a man standing above her. She couldn’t see more of him than his shape since he was shining a light onto her body, and this shape was getting blurrier as he was slowly stumbling backwards, clearly in shock.
“Is this some kind of sick joke? Some kind of weird Halloween costume? But no… your arms, they’re really… Who would… and your skin… that doesn’t look like paint… and your head… no hair but horns?! You almost look like… like… some kind of sick version of a… a cow?”
Puffycunt didn’t understand some of the words. What was a jowk? And an allo-veen custoom? But she understood that the man was afraid of her, afraid of what she had become on the farm, and it took her a moment to remember how she didn’t always look like this, though it was hard to picture a before when in her head. But she knew she didn’t want him to run away, she needed his help, but how could she show him that she was more than a… a cow? She strained to speak: “Puffycunt… is… not…”
“Mooooooo!”
At that the man made another step back. “What?! You sound like a cow too? Stop it! This must be some kind of nightmare! Am I going mad?”
“Moooooooooooo!” Puffycunt was getting desperate. Tears were streaming down her face now. Out of ideas, she managed to get on her knees and couldn’t think of anything but presenting her huge udders to the man, which by now felt painfully swollen and were almost perfect globes, the skin stretched so that thick veins were clearly visible beneath it. “This cow needs a milking, but she also needs to concen… con.. think good!” she thought.
The man’s mouth fell open at the display. He had turned the light sideways so Puffycunt could see the rough outline of his face just at the edge of her reduced sight. His gaze seemed to linger on Puffycunt’s udders, but at least he wasn’t walking away from her anymore. She blushed as she felt exposed under the eyes of a man who wasn’t Caretaker. Exposed, but also excited.
After a few small whens the man looked at her face and seemed to realize she was crying for the first time. “Oh, oh, you poor thing! What am I doing? You must be in hell! And all naked out here! Let’s get you inside and then we think about what we can do for you, hm?” Squatting behind her, he wrapped an arm around Puffycunt and helped her up, which felt nice. She never got help getting up onto her hooves back in her stall. Going for her empty shoulders, his hand brushed one of her massive udders, which made her shudder and which made him stammer and go beet red.
He led her into a “not-barn”, his arms still around her although she could have walked on her own now. Almost on its own, his hand brushed against her udders a few more times, the last time even to squeeze, which made Puffycunt moo softly. As the man realized this, he stopped, much to her disappointment. The urge to be milked was getting more overwhelming with every moment.
After entering the building, they were now standing in a small but cozy living room, Puffycunt’s tail flicking against her thighs. To Puffycunt, it was just a tiny and weird kind of “not-stall”, its walls just blurry shapes. “Please, sit down.” The man said, sitting down at the table in the center of the room himself. Puffycunt only looked at him, not really understanding. Then she slowly got down on her haunches in front of him. Her eyes were now locked on his crotch, where she thought she could see movement.
“No, not like that!” The man almost chuckled, but caught himself and coughed instead. “On the couch.” Again, Puffycunt just looked at him. “Moo?” she said, helpless. What was a koudsh?
The man sighed. Now that they were in a room with lights, Puffycunt could see that he was older, with grey hair and a mustache on his blurry and jumbled face. Looking at his body instead, she thought he was still in good shape for his age, though. Idly, she wondered how his cock would look like, and licked her muzzle. “Can you even understand me, c… I mean girl? Nod when you do.” Puffycunt only looked up from his crotch again, her face in its default position of slightly dumb, slightly sad passivity. “Do it, but also not? Not-Caretaker makes not sense to this cow”, she thought.
“Alright. How about this? I will ask you a question, and you will answer with… with that sound you make. Once for yes, twice for no. Understood?” Now Puffycunt was following again. “Mooo!” she said loudly, eagerly. “Very good. Now, just to be sure, are you outside right now?” “Mooo!” Puffycunt repeated, glad to get somewhere.
“No, no, no.” The man sighed. “Either you’re really dumb like a… ahem… or they did a number on you. But you don’t have to tell me, I can guess who it is.” The man seemed to have forgotten that he had offered Puffycunt a place to sit and she stayed on the floor, listening, hoping the man would milk her soon, although he wasn’t Caretaker. Her udders were now hurting fiercely, the pressure so great she squirmed in place, and shrugged a bit, wishing her shoulders could help, though Puffycunt wondered why she even thought such silly things.
“Anything 4 You, pah!” the man said. “Probably some fucked up kike company. They came here three years ago, bought the old place up the hill. Thought about applying, know a thing or two about farming. But they rather wanted to buy me off too, but I told them to go fuck themselves. Haven’t seen much of them since, but heard their… ” he looked at Puffycunt. “Oh, damn me! You’re not the only one, are you? Well, they won’t get away with it. I’d call the police right now, but the phone’s dead. Happens all the time around here. I’d drive you into town myself, but the light on my car is busted too. Would drive right into the nearest ditch. No, you’ll have to stay here till morning, little cow.”
The man didn’t realize his slip of the tongue. Neither did Puffycunt. But then she hadn’t understood most of what the man had said. “You must be hungry. Do you want something to eat?” Puffycunt mooed. “Not-Caretaker is right. It’s time for this cow’s feeding.” “Alright, be right back.” The man blurred out of range of Puffycunt’s short-sighted vision, only to reappear with something in his hand. “Here, I’ll just put this into your [MUZZLE] since you don’t have… ahem… don’t have arms.” With that, he carefully pushed something into Puffycunt’s mouth, who eagerly accepted the object. It was weirdly shaped, orange with a tuft of green plant stuff at one end. But it was long and it was hard, so her instinct took over and she started sucking it. It tasted different than the feeding cock, sweeter and more organic. She knew the taste from somewhere far away, but couldn’t quite grasp the memory. Bending forward until her aching udders were splayed on both sides of her, she used the strangely soft ground as leverage and bobbed her head up and down, hoping to get to the cum in this strange feeding cock, while her cowbell clanged rhythmically.
“What the hell are you doing?! That’s not… that’s not what this is for!” With a quick movement, he yanked the object out of her mouth trailing long strands of saliva. She looked up at him with big, confused eyes. “What did this cow do wrong?” she asked herself. The man’s face had become flushed and as Puffycunt’s gaze darted back towards his crotch, there was definitely a bulge there now.
“Ok, um, eating is off the table for now. Are you thirsty? Looks like you’re thirsty for something, at least.” The last sentence he said with a smirk, until he seemed to catch himself and was back to looking serious again. Again, Puffycunt mooed and licked her muzzle. She was actually more than thirsty, she was parched. “Alright then.”
Again the man disappeared. When he came back out of blurriness he was carrying water in a strange see-through cylinder, open at the upper side. “Here, some water for you.” He put the cylinder against Puffycunt’s muzzle, but she was confused about what to do next. “This trough is much too small to put this cow’s muzzle inside!” she thought. As the man tilted the cylinder, the water poured out and down her chin, dripping on her cow bell and udders. She tried to catch some of it with her tongue, but only managed to get a few drops inside her gaping muzzle.
“Goddammit, you stupid c… I mean, what’s wrong with you?” Looking at her, the man seemed to realize that this was a superfluous question. “Sorry, girl. You must have been through hell and back. Probably still confused and stuff. Brainwashed or something. Don’t worry, you’ll be back to… back to normal in no time.” Next, he brought her a large bowl with water, putting it in front of her on the floor. Puffycunt mooed thankfully and put her muzzle into the bowl, slurping the water noisily.
The man had to refill the bowl several times but finally she stopped drinking and looked up again, expectantly. Her udders were hurting fiercely now, and she was hoping she would finally get milked. “Come on, get up, little cow. You must be tired, time to sleep.” The man didn’t realize that he had started to use a more commanding tone with Puffycunt.
Dutifully, Puffycunt got up again, which made her cowbell clank. The man walked out the not-stall into another one and she followed automatically. Now they were in an even smaller enclosure. In front of them were steps. “One and one and… a lot.” she thought. “Come on upstairs, there’s a guest bedroom waiting for you.” the man said.
As he walked up the steps, Puffycunt kept standing there, looking up at him helplessly. She managed to get her right hoof onto the first step, but then she was confused. She put the right one down again, then put the left one forward and up, but again, it was as far as she managed. For some reason she couldn’t even grasp, this made her sad and even ashamed. With wet eyes she looked up and the man and mooed softly.
He sighed exasperatedly and came back down again. “Really, you can’t even climb stairs anymore? You’re really starting to be a handful, cow.” He led her back into the first not-stall they had been in. “Okay, you can sleep on the couch. I’ll just get a sheet and some pillows.” The man left the not-stall again, leaving Puffycunt alone. She mooed as a sharp pang went through her udders. Their fullness was becoming a constant source of dull pain. There was another fullness deeper down however, which she could actually do something about.
So she released her bladder, her urine splashing down her legs and her swishing tail, soaking into the soft ground underhoof.
“What the fuck?!” the man exclaimed as he returned. He threw down the pillows and the sheet on the floor and arrived at Puffycunt with a few quick steps, looking down on the wet floor, which squished as he walked on it. “I leave you alone for a minute and you do this?! This was my wife’s favourite carpet!” Puffycunt was making small steps backwards, confused and afraid. “What did this cow do wrong now?” she thought. “That’s it! I’ve had it with you! I don’t care what you’ve been through, but if you behave like a stupid cow, I will treat you like a stupid cow!” With that, he grabbed one of her horns and pulled her with him.