Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Antroli

I couldn't have heard her correctly. In all my years training cows and getting them used to their new role, I've never had one ask to pleasure me in this way. They were all far too afraid of me and my cock to even ask. Everything about this human is a surprise, and I can't wait to unravel even more mysteries about her.

Resting my hand against her head, I pat my pretty little cow. "I will grant your wish, but after I've given you such pleasure you can't see straight."

I don't want the spell to break between us. Everything right now feels far too tenuous for my liking. Though her words sound sure enough, I want her so completely enthralled with me she can't think of anything else but the pleasure of my touch and body.

Gripping her hair, I grant her that bite of pain she seems to crave. With each curl of my fingers, I feel that same need flowing through me. I want to hurt her, to make her pretty little eyes well up with tears, only to kiss them away as I send her screaming into the heavens. She's the only one I ever wanted to be violent with, and deep down, I know she'll be the last.

When I first bid on her, it was lust driving me, pure and simple. But now, it's so much more than that. The primal urge to rip apart the others who bid on her races through me, turning me nearly feral. No one is safe. Not even Vrokjan.

Forcing myself to pull away, I once more grab the suction cups. Though I drank a good bit from her, there's still far more that needs to be drained from her luscious body. Just because I want nothing more than to fuck her every second of the day, I can't neglect my duties.

The instant her milk flows from her again, she sighs and sags against me. Fiona is such a natural, taking to being my cow with such a grace I never thought possible. If any of the other Ranchers knew—namely Jakroon and Ratainio—they would do whatever they legally could to take her from me.

Shoving those thoughts to the side, I kneel in front of Fiona. "You will sit on my face so I can feast upon you as the machine collects the rest of your milk."

With a soft moan that sounds so close to her lilting moo, she crawls over my body, taking great care not to tangle the hoses. She spreads her knees on either side of my face and hovers there for a moment, not fully sitting.

"Out of everything I've commanded you to do, this is what you have a problem with?" I growl against her slick pussy.

"N- no, Master. Not exactly. I… I've never ridden a face before. I've read about it, but I've never done it. I don't want to do it wrong and suffocate you."

I curl my fingers around her thighs and dig in until she cries out with a soft yelp. "If I die, I die. Now obey your Master and sit on my face." Yanking her down, I breathe in her intoxicating scent.

Her soft moans go straight to my cock as I slide a finger inside her once more. Grunting against her slick skin, I impale her over and over, dreaming of the day when she's stretched out enough to take me. All of me. The thin shafts of skin at my base quiver as I indulge myself in the thought of them stimulating her as I bottom out.

Arching my neck, I lap at her clit, giving her the pleasure she so desperately seeks. I'm instantly rewarded with loud moos as she rocks back and forth, grinding against me as I pound my fingers deep into her pussy. Her inner walls spasm around me, gripping me as I surge in and out.

Celestials, but she's close. Judging by the weight of her breasts, the milking should be done soon as well. Enough playing around. Dragging my thick finger out of her, I stuff her full with two. From this angle, she's even tighter than before.

I groan against her sensitive skin as I graze her clit with my teeth. Her sudden yelp as she jerks forward brings a smile to my face. Sliding my other hand back around her thigh, I hold her in place so I can devour her, feasting from her body as if she's my last meal.

Though she squirms, she cannot get away. Eventually, her body goes stiff above me as her inner walls clamp down around my fingers. A loud moo explodes from her mouth as she trembles above me. It's so loud it reverberates through the walls, no doubt stimulating the cows on either side.

Her body explodes into movements as I continue to thrust into her, dragging out her orgasm. My fingers slide through her slick channel as arousal coats my digits, easing my movements. With a ragged groan, I give her sensitive bundle of nerves one last lick before forcing myself away.

I can't contain myself any longer. I must come inside her if it's the last thing I do. Pushing her forward, I ease her onto all fours, just like the little cow she is. My cock pulses at the visual of her ass in the air, showing off her perfect little cunt and pretty little asshole. The puckered hole clenches as I look at, as if it's just begging me to defile it.

"Fuck me, but you're simply perfection." At my words, Fiona turns around and bats her lashes at me, the picture of innocence.

It does irrational things to my sense of calm and wellbeing. Sliding my hand along her slick pussy, I gather her arousal and drag it up. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass? Or is that something new for you as well?"

That pretty little blush fans across her face as she ducks her head away from my inquisitive gaze. "I've had guys play back there, but I've never had full on anal or anything."

"Perfect," I growl, gripping her cheeks. "I can't wait to take this virginal hole, making you mine completely. But first, you're a tad bit underdressed. Crawl to the bench."

She shuffles over the short way without any fuss. Watching the tubes, I grip my cock, sliding my hand up and down, my movements eased by her arousal. Soon, the last bit of milk flows through. With a disappointed sigh, I unhook her and help her up onto the bench.

I could stand there forever just watching milk drip from her tits. But it doesn't matter. She'll need to be milked again tonight, and I can watch that pearly fluid leak from her body and dampen her skin once more. Perhaps I'll even squeeze those perfect, engorged breasts of hers just to watch the milk coat her body so I can lap it off of her.

Precum rises to the top of my slit as I continue to stroke myself to her gaze. I know what she wants, and this way, I'll be able to mark her with my cum in some way that won't damage her. Reluctantly, I drop my hand and make my way over to the small cabinet.

But as much as I can't wait to have her lips stretched wide around my thick head, I need to tend to her in other ways first. That's the one downside to all of this. No matter what, duty and work will always come first.

Grabbing a small jar of salve, I set it next to her before pulling out her new attire. Two hooves, two knee pads, a cow tail and some ears go right next to the jar where she can see it and contemplate what's about to happen.

Hunching down, I study her nipples, noting how angry and red they already are. Perhaps Highland cows are just a bit more sensitive to our milking methods? Something to talk over with Nagán whenever we get back to the ranch. That is, if he doesn't already have his hands full with Vrokjan's new cow.

At least with Fiona, her issues seem to be on the surface, things that can be easily corrected. With Vrokjan's little heifer, she seemed a bit weaker than what either of us was expecting. Driving that thought out of my head, I concentrate on my own cow. Vrokjan is more than capable of taking care of his.

Dragging out a dollop of the salve, I tease Fiona's nipples as I smear it on. Soft, distressed sounds drift from her lips, but my cow remains as still as possible, allowing me to work.

"Such a good little masocow for me," I murmur, going to the other nipple. "This will help ease any discomfort you might have from being milked. It will also keep you from chapping."

Once I'm done, I screw the cap back on and head over to wash my hands. From the corner of my eye, I watch Fiona as she reaches out to touch her new outfit. Each graze of her fingertips is tentative, gentle.

Smirking, I dry my hands and stride back over. "What do you think?"

Her gaze flies up to mine. "I think I'm going to be freezing if this is all I have to wear."

A chuckle rumbles in my throat as I sit next to her on the bench. "Trust me. You will be quite comfortable."

Grabbing her wrist, I ease her hand into the hoof. Without me even having to instruct her, she grabs onto the metal bar inside and wraps her slim fingers around it. Such an intelligent little heifer. That or her lack of fear allows her wits to be far more easily accessed.

Once the other is on, I help her stand up so I can ease her legs into the knee pads. So close to being done, but so far away. Already my balls clench at the sight of her, the brown of the hooves and pads matching her lovely eyes.

Such a perfect shade. One I could have never even hoped for. But then, everything about my cow is pure perfection. With a lopsided smile, I put her little ears on, my heart swelling with just how adorable she looks. Not all cows get ears, but mine does.

Grabbing her about the waist, I assist her back down to all fours on the bench. I run my hand along her spine, soaking in the feeling of her soft skin beneath my fingertips.

"I understand your needs, my little cow," I murmur, my throat clogging with emotions. "But you must understand my reticence. It's not for lack of giving you what you need or want. I simply do not have it in me to be cruel."

Pausing, I grab the tail from off of the bench and hold the metal plug in front of her face. "Make no mistake, my precious little Fiona. I can deliver all the pain your body, heart, and mind desires, but I will not be cruel. For me to be a good Rancher, to be competent at my job, I must always put your physical needs first."

I glide around to the back of the bench and stare at the arousal dripping from her pussy. "Some Ranchers can be mean to their cows, but I never understood the end goal. At the end of the day, even though you are my personal cow, your function is to provide milk. The better I am at seeing to your needs, the happier you will be. The happier you are, the more milk you will produce. It's simple science."

"Simple?" She cocks her head at me for a moment. "There is nothing simple about any of this. I may not have medical science as my knowledge base, but I know enough about humans to say that nothing is ever simple with us."

"Ahh. You do have a point there, my intelligent little pet. Perhaps simple was the wrong word to use. However, there is proven cause and effect. So yes, I will hurt you, my precious plaything, but my job as a Rancher, as your Rancher, comes before any desires you may think you have. Are we in agreement?"

"Do I have a choice?" Her words threaten to cut me, but her smile shows the humor behind them.

"I suppose not. Now then, your outfit is almost complete." Again, I dangle the plug in front of her. "This will be uncomfortable but necessary to you becoming a cow."

Gritting my teeth, I dip the metal plug into her pussy, coating it with her arousal. For me, this is torture. I want nothing more than to shove this thing in her so she can suck my cock.

It's only for the fragility of her body that I take this slowly. Right now, it has nothing to do with supplying pain or not. "Lean forward for me, pet. I want your ass high up in the air."

Her breath stutters for a moment as she obeys me. Bumps explode over her skin as she quivers beneath me. Dipping my finger into her pussy, I gather more arousal and smear it across her back hole.

The soft moans pouring from her lips go straight to my balls, making them clench up to the point of pain. I'll need to get off soon if I want any chance of walking straight. Grinning, I watch the blush fan across her face as I play with her back entrance, teasing her until she's just as painfully aroused again as I am.

Without warning, I slip my finger deep inside, groaning as she moans. So tight. So hot. So naughty. Dragging my digit out, I replace it with the blunt tip of the plug. A soft mewl of need flits from her lips as her hooves scrape across the bench.

Whines pepper the air as she strains toward me, attempting to impale herself onto the metal. Normally, I'd quell any show of defiance in my cow, but for Fiona, I find her need to be alluring.

She's not like the others where she just takes what I do to her and tries not to make a fuss. She truly craves the depravity between us, the interactions of Rancher and his cow. Obliging her, I push the plug forward, my cock pulsing as I watch her bottom hole open up and swallow it.

Celestials, how I can't wait until I can slide my cock back there. It will no doubt take even more training than her pussy, but I'm up for the challenge. Once the plug is fully seated, I tug on the tail, earning a needy moan from my little masocow.

With a chuckle, I smack her ass just as I would any other type of livestock. "Looks to me like I'll need to go up a size the next time I plug you."

"I- if that is your wish, Master Rancher."

"Right. As if that's not your wish as well." Laughing, I leave her there for a moment to wash my hands again before grabbing her around the waist and setting her on the ground.

"It's nearly time for us to head to the Ranch. Before we do, I need to make sure you can move about in your new hooves." Drawing the lead up, I give it a firm tug. "That's my good little cow. Prance for me."

It's agony to watch her move about. The need to fuck her mouth nearly short circuits my brain. If only I hadn't spent so much time on everything else. But then, I'll never apologize for giving her pleasure. Not when she's been such a good cow for me.

I take my time, leading her about the stall a few rounds before stopping at the door. She's as ready as she'll ever be. My heart clenches as I rest my hand on the doorknob, hesitating before we go outside.

Inside the stall, she was sheltered, hidden away from the other Ranchers. Now, we both have to face reality. Jakroon and Ratanio still lurk about, their anger an unseen force circling about. They were so determined to have her, and even more so for Vrokjan's.

I will have to keep my wits about me when we get back to the Ranch. With our land bordering theirs, it opens us up to all manner of issues. Granted, we've been at peace up until now, but that's two cows they've lost in one day.

Hopefully, they'll calm down by the time we arrive, and it will be a moot point. Still though… Winding the lead around my hand, I tighten my grip. It won't do Fiona any good to feel my discomfort. The last thing I need on my hands is a skittish calf.