Chapters The Book of Milk Chapter 18
Puffycunt had no choice but to follow him outside, held firmly by her head. Had this been a mistake? Should she run away again? She didn’t know. Not-Caretaker seemed nice when he didn’t yell.
They walked around the house, where the man stopped to get a length of rope from a hook on the wall and a flashlight. Once he had bound the rope to her collar, he pulled her along again. Her bell clanked everytime he yanked while she awkwardly tried to keep up with him walking on unfamiliar ground in the dark. Finally, they arrived at a barn. It was much smaller than the one on the farm, but unmistakable. Puffycunt even heard mooing coming from inside, although it was deeper than the sounds she was used to.
She soon realized why, as she got close enough for her blurry vision to clear. Not-Caretaker was a Caretaker too! The cows inside his barn were much bigger than herself. They also had four legs, not two, and just one big udder, although one with a lot of teats. For some reason, they made Puffycunt feel weird. On one hoof, they made her long for four legs as well, on the other hoof, they made her own body seem strange. There was even a weird sense of loss that suddenly bubbled to the surface, as she looked at the man and the cows, and herself.
But she had other problems. As she was led into an empty stall, the pressure in her udders had finally become completely unbearable and she started to moo from the pain, first lowly, then more loudly, tears in her eyes. The other cows followed suit. ”What’s wrong? What’s the matter?” The man asked. Desperately, she pushed her udders towards him and shook them, making her bell clank. As if by themselves, his hands found her thick pointy teats and squeezed, the reflexes of a farmer. Puffycunt’s mooing became deeper, more sensual as her udders released a spray of milk.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, jumping backwards. Unbelieving, he looked at his wet fingers before licking them skeptically. His bushy grey eyebrows shot up. “Wow, your… uh… milk really tastes delicious, cow!”
Puffycunt’s slack face betrayed none of the beaming grin of pride she felt inside for being a good cow with tasty milk full of feed and happy thoughts. “Moooo!!” She looked at him expectedly. Would he finally milk her now?
“Well, since you clearly need it seeing by your ud… your [UDDERS]… wait just a minute!”
Puffycunt followed the order. It felt nice to have an order to follow. She felt like a good cow again. Before many whens, the man was back, now with a large bucket which he plopped down on the straw in front of him. He didn’t need to say or do anything more. Puffycunt already found her hooves walking towards him, pushing her glistening udders into his hands as eagerly as she could. He started to knead her nipples and Puffycunt mooed again as the milk shot out of her into the bucket, her eyes closed in ecstasy, mouth open and drooling slightly. It was pure bliss.
When she opened them again, the man was still milking her but the pressure had become a lot more bearable. Instead, she had become incredibly aroused, fluids running down her smooth legs, pooling between her hooves. Through heavy lidded eyes, Puffycunt looked at the man. He was sweating from the exertion of milking, but as her gaze wandered down his body, she saw something else. He had a huge erection and the purple tip of his penis even peeked out of his pants. Without thinking, Puffycunt bent her head down and started to work the penis out of the pants using her muzzle.
Surprised, the man stopped milking her. But he was still kneading her udders clumsily while she started to lick his penis with her tongue. “Ooooh… fuck… that’s… sooo good.” he groaned. Once she had it fully poking out, Puffycunt started to suck his cock more vigorously, eager to taste his cum. But the man surprised her by pulling it out of her mouth. “No… no…” Puffycunt was filled with a confusing mixture of disappointment and relief.
“This is all.. too much. I need… need a drink.” With that he left her standing in the stall.
Puffycunt waited like a good cow.
Many whens passed and she looked at the man’s cows, before mooing. They mooed back, much less energetic than her sisters. With nothing else to do, she pushed her muzzle into the bucket and drank her own sweet milk. She was pretty tired, so after she had emptied it, she lied down and closed her eyes.
As she opened them again, the Not-Caretaker was looking down on her. He was slightly swaying from left to right as he addressed her.
“Geddup, you f… fithy sh… shlut!”
Blinking, she got up on her legs until she was standing in front of him.
“T… turn a…. round, you fuggin cow!” He giggled and burped.
As she did as she was told, the man was behind Puffycunt with a few stumbling steps and his fingers were rubbing her swollen, wet folds while one hand had grabbed her tail to move it out of the way. He was breathing heavily and seemed to have lost himself to his carnal desires.
“Sh… Sh’been sooo long… Thissish wrong… but I… I needit. Yesh. Will help… help’er in th’ morning.” he murmured, as his fingering increased.
To encourage him, Puffycunt mooed with lust and pushed her hot pussy against his hand. He pulled his fingers back though, before she could moo with frustration however, she felt his penis touch her engorged, sensitive labia. He seemed to have a last moment of doubt and then, with a strong thrust, he suddenly entered her deeply, to the hilt.
Puffycunt was in heaven as she felt the cock filling her, but only for a moment.
[UNAUTHORIZED SEXUAL PARTNER DETECTED. COW 87/PUFFYCUNT IS ONLY SEXUALLY IMPRINTED ON OWNER. STAND-BY MODE DISENGAGED. EMERGENCY GPS PING SYNC FOUND. COMMENCE INVOLUNTARY EXCLAMATION TO ASSIST DETECTION]
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Puffycunt was completely helpless against the cry that exploded out of her mouth. It was a lot louder than her normal mooing and although the other cows also started to add to the sound, they could almost not be made out over the high-pitched ruckus she made. It actually hurt her throat to scream like that, but everytime she tried to close her mouth, it just exploded out again with even more force. There were only a few very short whens which allowed her to suck in air, before her muzzle immediately expelled it again with her next ear-shattering moo.
The old man made a few drunken steps backwards in terror as she started, his dick still hanging semi erect over the edge of his trousers. He put his hands over his ears and Puffycunt envied him for that at this moment. He said something, yelled it again, but it was completely impossible to make out over her own sirenic mooing. Making another step backwards, the man stumbled over the bucket and fell down, his head hitting one of the wooden beams, the rest of the milk spilling over the straw-covered floor. He was still alive but obviously stunned now only rolling around weakly in the straw.
But now something else became obvious to Puffycunt. With her making such a loud noise, “Caretaker will hear this cow from a long ways! This cow is much easy to find now!” She had to get out of the barn, try to outrun Caretaker looking for her. Turning around, she awkwardly ran past the man who was too stunned by his fall to stop her. Not to mention too drunk.
Of course, she could see almost nothing in the darkness of the barn, so she blindly ran against several beams and the barn’s wooden walls, still mooing loudly. Finally, after she had already collected her fair share of bruises, Puffycunt managed to find the door of the barn by sheer luck and opened it simply by running into it headfirst, the old wood unlatched, swinging out.
It opened and Puffycunt emerged into blinding light. Immediately her loud mooing stopped. It wasn’t necessary anymore. The metal thing from her farm was standing in front of the barn, it’s bright headlights illuminating her as if in bright daylight. Behind the lights she could see blurry dark shapes moving. “Alright, Puffycunt, you gave us a merry chase, but we got you now. Just don’t make any sudden moves, little cow, and we’ll get you safely home.” Something within Puffycunt wanted to walk towards Caretaker. He was always right, after all, and home sounded like a nice place. But she managed, barely, to resist it and with a defiant moo tried to run out of the lights, which looked less than graceful on her unfeeling hard hooves.
She didn’t get very far before feeling a prick in her asscheek, and after just one step further, her knees wobbled and she collapsed on the ground. The last thing she heard was the farmer protesting loudly and then a sharp bang, before everything became dark. She woke up again a few times after that, but the impressions were even blurrier than her vision. She was on the back of the metal thing, Caretaker sitting next to her. Then she was carried into the barn and carefully placed inside her stall. Finally, real sleep took her and she descended into it with a feeling of rightness, of being exactly where she belonged again.
[HEIFER 87 REINITIALIZED AFTER ESCAPE ATTEMPT. MEMORY OF ESCAPE ATTEMPT REARRANGED AND MODIFIED INTO NIGHTMARE TO FACILITATE POSITIVE PERSONALITY DEVELOPMENT. TO AVOID REPETITION OF ESCAPE ATTEMPT, LENGTH OF CONTINUOUS TRAIN OF THOUGHT REDUCED TO 100 SECONDS (HALF STANDARD), SPEED OF MENTAL ARTICULATION REDUCED BY FIFTY PERCENT.]