Them’s Milkin’ Herds

Spearmint fell back onto his rump, unable to fathom the sight before him. There was Arizona, hypnotic swirls in her scleras, hearts in her pupils, tail wagging happily, and tongue lolling out dumbly. She looked utterly pathetic. Totally submissive and conquered—the very opposite of how she seemed moments ago.

Sitting before her, Spearmint reached up and touched his antlers. He let out a yelp of pain as a spark shot out of them. “Okay…guess those are out of commission for a bit. Though I can’t blame them…”

He slowly and hesitantly stood up. It felt surreal, almost like he had been knocked out and this was all a dream. His magic suddenly surging in power was one thing, him being able to conquer someone’s mind was another, but him doing all this to a champion and one as menacing as Arizona?

That was a whole different story.

Yet here she was, clearly his slave from how she just called him Master. Her words echoed in his mind, filling him with a flurry of emotions. Excitement, confusion, relief, and curiosity all welled within him. It was bewildering to say the least.

“Ouch!” he yelped, childishly pinching himself to ensure this wasn’t a dream. “Okay…yeah…this is real.”

“Is somethin’ wrong, Master?” Arizona asked, tilting her head, concerned.

Her slight robotic tone was a bit off putting to Spearmint. Her usual rowdy tone, albeit threatening just moments ago, was welcoming and oddly charming. He wasn’t sure of the extent of his control over her, but if he could adjust that eventually, he would.

“No…nothing is wrong…” he paused, feeling a devious part of his inner self blooming, “slave.”

Being referred to as his slave seemed to make Arizona happy, as her dopey smile furthered. “Oh! I’m glad to hear, Master. How may I serve you?”

Still struggling to grasp that she was under his control, Spearmint hesitantly took a step towards her. “What are you?”

“Your slave, Master,” she replied without hesitating, her tail still wagging.

Spearmint took another step. “What is your purpose?”

“To obey your every command and please ya however possible.”

His confidence began to grow. “Will you obey every command I give you?”

Arizona nodded. “Yes, Master! You own my mind and body! Ah’m nothin’ more than your slave!”

Her words made a shiver run down Spearmint’s spine. The idea of conquering someone’s mind was both hot as it was rather shocking. From the looks of it, her personality was mostly warped, which, yes, was arousing, but also a touch dark. Still, he surely could find a way to make her act more of herself whenever he wanted to. Regardless, she was saying she was his slave, and that he owned her. The concept was downright amazing, and he couldn’t fight back the curiosity filling him.

A smug grin began to split Spearmint’s muzzle. “How long are you under my control?”

“Well…” Arizona began, tapping her chin. “The sheer power of your spell was huge! I should be your slave indefinitely until you decide to release me, Master!”

Spearmint was nearly giddy. He had a slave, and a damn strong one at that. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined his magic amounting to something like this. Not only did he now have what he intended to be a permanent slave, but more importantly…

“My milk machine~” he cooed.

He had it—a savior in the form of a brainwashed heifer. She’d be his key to survival, to keeping himself afloat in Reine. Her milk was going to make him a fortune. Cow’s milk was insanely rare, which meant her goods were to sell for insane amounts of salt.

“Well, slave, I suppose it’s time I put you to work!” he stated, glancing around.

Arizona’s ear twitched. “Happily, Master! What would ya like me to do?”

Spearmint surveyed the area, sighing. “Well, first I have to go buy some equipment to properly set you up as my milk machine. I’ll probably need a few suction -“

“But ah can’t make milk, Master.”

Halting his sentence, Spearmint turned towards Arizona. “What was that, slave?”

“Ah can’t make milk,” she repeated. “At least, not right now.”

A wave of worry washed over Spearmint. “And why can’t you?”

Arizona’s tail lifted itself up notably higher, as she replied. “Ah’m not pregnant.”

Spearmint felt like an idiot, having wholly forgotten that aspect of things. To have milk be produced, whomever was making it had to be pregnant. For now, all Arizona was was a mindless cow that was incapable of making him his product.

“Agh! How could I forget that?!” he groaned. “Now what are we going to do?!”

“You could get me pregnant, Master.”

Spearmint froze in place. “Pardon?”

Arizona shrugged. “Ah’m your slave, Master, which means I can also be your sex slave.” She swayed her hips, flaunting her fat ass. “You can fuck me whenever you want. If you cum inside mah pussy, you’ll knock me up for sure.” She turned, raising a hind leg and showing off her udder. “I’ll be making milk like you want right away if ya do that.”

Spearmint’s eyes locked onto that udder of hers. He’d seen many racks during his period of perving on the residents of Reine, but no doe’s udder could even dream of comparing to the fat rack Arizona had on her. The soft, tempting mound of pillowy flesh bounced below her as she spread her legs, letting her nipples tease Spearmint’s imagination.

His mind wandered, imagining himself in bed with her, sucking on that hefty udder of hers. Coaxing out her delicious milk as she twitched and moaned before him, begging her Master to milk her more and more. He could see it clear as day, sucking on her even bigger udder as he looked past her gravid belly and into her enthralled eyes.

Feeling his cock begin to harden, the prospect of breeding her filling his mind, he became conflicted. He might have been desperate, but he’d be railing her against her will. Though, from how she was now, her will was his will—and from how excited she seemed, she clearly liked the idea of being fucked by him. She was Arizona, just…under some proper control now. Being able to plow and breed such a hot cow was an opportunity no buck would ever decline, and he was quickly finding himself leaning towards indulging himself in his new slave.

“Slave…show me your ass and present yourself,” he mumbled, still eyeing her udder lustfully.

“Of course, Master,” she replied, beginning to turn.

Spearmint’s eyes went wide as his lust immediately skyrocketed. He knew her ass was fat from the way it curved when he had been facing her from the front, but with her now presenting her thick cheeks to him, his cock throbbed below him. Sweat glistened on her soft flesh, and as she spread her hind legs, he saw much much more.

Her winking, slavering pussy drooled with her lust, trails of her arousal running down her thick thighs and towards the floor below. Resting above it, her ponut, glistening with sweat just like her cheeks, winked at him as well, calling to his carnal instincts to claim the taut hole. Her udder swayed below her, as she motioned her hips back and forth. The sight only became all the more arousing, as, seemingly on her own volition, she tensed her body and threw her hips back. A firm clap rang out as her cheeks slammed together, rippling her ass’ fat as she twerked a few more times.

Morals be damned, if anything was going to convince him to do such an unfathomable act to Arizona, that bouncing ass of hers was it. She wanted it, at least this version of her, and he was going to give her it. He needed his milk machine, and pumping her full with a calf was the way to get it. Glancing at the lone table in the room, Spearmint nudged his head towards it.

“Bend over on that table, slave.”

Arizona ceased her twerking. “Yes, Master.”

She trotted over to the table, letting Spearmint drink in how her ass bounced with every step she took. She was an incredible catch, and he couldn’t have asked for a hotter first, accidental slave. Seeing her mount herself over the table, he smirked.

“Spread your legs, slave.”

Arizona nodded. “Happily, Master!”

“Now raise your tail.”

“Alrighty!”

Glancing ahead, he eyed the wonderfully presented heifer before him. Fat asscheeks, a huge udder, a puffy ponut, and a winking cunt—she was the perfect two for one combo of a milk machine and a sex slave.

Spearmint licked his lips, eyeing Arizona’s slavering lower lips. “I’m going to breed you now, Arizona.”

Arizona’s tail flicked above her, the swirls in her eyes constant and steady as she looked back at him. “Can’t wait, Master!”

Coming up behind her, Spearmint reared onto his hind legs. Slapping his cock between her cheeks, he slowly ground himself against her. Her plump flanks hugged his massive shaft as her juices and sweat slickened it. Sinking his hooves into her asscheeks, giving them a hard smack each and lavishing the way they jiggled, Spearmint steadied himself.

Adjusting his hips, he brought the head of his cock to her pussy. He kissed her entrance, her winking folds teasing his tip as he readied himself. Earlier today, he was down on his luck and on the ropes, and now, mere hours later, he was about to impregnate the champion of the Prairie who was now his slave.

The thought, as surreal as it was, made Spearmint’s cock twitch with excitement. No longer holding any reservations, accepting the moral corruption his act was about to entail, he pivoted his hips and plunged right into Arizona’s depths.

A deep moan escaped Spearmint’s lips as Arizona’s walls clenched down onto his cock. Her depths were an angel’s embrace, massaging every last inch of his dick as he slowly sank into her. His eyes fluttered as he pushed further in, managing to fit his titanic length entirely within her. His tip kissed her waiting womb, her deepest chamber readily awaiting with eggs needing to be claimed.

Spearmint took a deep breath, holding himself within her as he drank in the sensations accosting him. He had gone some time without a lay, but he was fairly confident Arizona had the best pussy he had ever felt. His hips pressed into her fat asscheeks, as he raised a hoof and spanked her a few times. Each blow he made drove her pussy to clench down on him tighter, earning a deep groan from him.

He spanked her again, watching as her thick fat jiggled each time he did so. Her sweaty cheeks shimmered red from his strikes, but even with such intense efforts, he glanced up to see her expression remained the same. Tongue lolling out, dumbly smiling ahead while she panted—Arizona adorned that same express as she had originally.

“Slave?” Spearmint began. “Do you enjoy feeling my cock inside you?”

Arizona clenched down on him again. “Yes! It’s so big and thick! I love it, Master!”

“You’re not really making it seem that way…” Spearmint grumbled.

“Ah’m sorry, Master! I’m simply acting like a mindless bitch should!” She giggled, wagging her tail. “Ah really am excited to get bred by you, but ya never gave me permission to react!”

His ear twitched at her response. “Oh? I can make you act that way?”

“Well..yeah!” Arizona replied, chuckling. “How do ya want me to be?”

Spearmint winced with pleasure as her pussy gripped down on him again. “Haaa ~ Damn you’re tight.” He tapped his chin with a hoof. “How about your original self, but my obedient bitch and extra slutty?”

Arizona didn’t reply, only staring off emptily for a few seconds. Blinking wildly, she suddenly smirked, glancing back at him. She pushed her ass against him, clenched her walls down ever harder, and snickered.

“Heh, ready for a rodeo, Master?~”

Her lively tone, cheeky expression, and still swirl-filled eyes did Spearmint in, as he gripped her hips and snarled. “Let’s get you pregnant, slut.”

“Bring it! Ah can handle - nnngh! O-oh, Master!!!”

Spearmint began to pummel into Arizona with reckless abandon, cutting off the heifer’s retort as the air was soon filled with wet slaps and throaty moans. With her mind temporarily given proper purpose, Arizona had taken the initiative to thrust back into him in tune with his. They worked in unison, upping one another’s pleasure by a magnitude.

“Mmph! C-C’mon, Master! Fuck me senseless!” Arizona groaned, throwing her head back with pleasure.

The dynamic switch from seeing him as a stranger and trying to attack him, to seeing him as her Master and begging to be bred—the switch up Arizona had undergone made Spearmint hornier than he had ever been before. She had the fattest ass on any girl he had fucked before, the most tantalizing rack, and the circumstances that led to this were bizarre yet all the hotter.

“Oh I will!” Spearmint snarled, draping himself over her and thrusting with everything he had.

Her breath hitched, as she gave choked moans and gasps that stuttered from her body lurching forward each time Spearmint plunged into her. Her pussy went to work, tightening each time he went in, and loosening each time he pulled out. Her sweat-covered ponut kissed his belly each time he pushed into her, reminding him of its presence and earning a mental note in his mind to be railed later.

“Nnnf! H-hoo wee! Ahn! Fuck yes, Master!”

Arizona’s ecstatic cries echoed off the walls of the shop, only fueling the flames of Spearmint’s desire. Arizona’s natural, earthy scent flooded the air, mixing with Spearmint’s, creating an amorous concoction that flooded their sinuses with bliss.

On and on they went, fully intent on bringing one another to a climax. Spearmint yearned to hear his newly acquired slave’s moo of bliss, whilst Arizona wanted nothing more than to fulfill her order of bearing her Master’s calf so she may begin to enter her role as a milk machine.

The wait wouldn’t be all too long for either of them, as their rut was beginning to reach a head. Their pace intensified, their moans deepend, and the force of their mutual motions grew stronger with each meeting of their bodies. Arizona’s ass clapped over and over, all while Spearmint’s balls slapped against her meaty thighs, and the ultimate point of their embrace was moments away.

Feeling Spearmint beginning to flare within her, Arizona screamed with desperation. “Give me it, Master! Fill your slave up! Breed me! Ah need it!”

Her words were all Spearmint needed to hear. Leaning forward, he bit down on the bandana around her neck, tugging on it as he braced himself. She let out a surprised gasp as she was slightly choked by his move, not too much to be dangerous, but enough to add a flair of risk to their finale. Feeling her quiver intensely below him, Spearmint took a sharp breath and thrusted into her with one, final, all out motion.

Her molten depths embraced him lovingly, as her entire body seized around him. The sensation that danced over his member made his balls hike up, and in an instant his world began to spin. The sheer intensity of the climax that struck him sent him for a loop, as rope after rope of cum rocketed out of his member and into Arizona’s fertile depths.

“Y-yesssh! M-Moooooooo! Moooooster!!!!”

Arizona screamed with ecstasy below him, finding her orgasm slamming into her with the force of a dying star, as the sensation of his cum painting her walls swept over her. Her womb was flooded in mere seconds, claiming her to the fullest extent. With the volume within her already, any doubts of her becoming pregnant died—there wasn’t a chance in Foenum she wasn’t bearing his calf now.

It felt like an eternity was going by, as they each rode out their orgasms. A chorus of moos escaped Arizona as she was claimed against her true will, but her enslaved self lavished it. Spearmint grit his teeth together, shooting more and more of his spunk into her, unleashing the most impressive load of his life into his newly made breeding bitch.

Even through the throes of bliss they endured, their trip through nirvana needed to come to an end eventually. Heaving air into their lungs, they both collapsed forward in unison. Plopping onto the table, with Spearmint resting on top of Arizona, the two took time to gather their bearings. Sweat ran down their forms, the room reeked of sex, and both of them basked in the wondrous afterglow they now waded in.

However, Spearmint was firmly reminded of his true goal. Getting on demand pussy was amazing, but what truly mattered was finding a way to sustain living in Reine. Hastily pulling out of Arizona, a spurt of cum gushing out of her pussy as he did, he stumbled backwards and appreciated his work. Arizona’s glistening cheeks shimmered in the dim light, as cum pooled down her thighs and to the ground below. Even with it being freshly fucked, her pussy still winked wantonly. The sight was beyond hot, but Spearmint’s eyes trailed to what mattered most—her udder.

Arizona glanced back, chuckling. “Huff! Now ah gotta say, that was -“

“Go back to your dumb, mindless state, slave.”

Arizona’s eyes widened, a ting running through her before her surprised expression morphed into the same, empty smile from before. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth once again, as she looked ahead aimlessly.

Spearmint tried to summon magic into his antlers, wincing with pain as they sizzled with power again. Sighing, he stooped low to the ground. “I’ve gotta see if you’re pregnant, slave.”

“Yes, Master,” Arizona replied, her empty tone returned.

Ungulates always developed milk nearly instantly after being impregnated. If his task had been successful, her udder would already be swollen with milk, but there was only one way to check. Bringing his lips towards her swaying bosom, he wrapped them around one of her nipples. Reaching over with a hoof, he rubbed her udder and began to suck.

His taste buds were greeted by a sweet, creamy flavor, as fresh, magical milk filled his mouth. The taste was downright divine, eclipsing any drinks he had ever had before, and he suckled on her nipples with carnal hunger. Gulping down her refreshing nectar, hearing her moo above him, Spearmint’s spirits soared.

He had done it—he saved his hide. He had a constant, exclusive source for some rich and expensive cow’s milk, and that meant he now had a huge stream of salt coming in. His day has been perfect. Finding out he was capable of enslaving someone, breeding a banging hot cow, and now earning a new income stream. It was as ideal as things could get, and he simply continued to gulp down more of Arizona’s milk in celebration.

“Moo! Moo! Mooooo!”

Arizona moaned above him, soon letting out a throaty groan as a gush of lustful juices surged from her cunt. Cum dripped out of her bred pussy at an increased rate, as she thrusted her hips back into the empty air, occasionally clapping her asscheeks together as she did. It was clear as day his sucking had brought her to another climax, and, as Spearmint pulled his lips away from her udder to admire her jiggle cheeks, he smiled.

“You know…I don’t need to get the equipment to make you my milk machine right away…”

He stood up, standing upright once more as he dove towards Arizona’s rump. Grabbing her asscheeks, he pried them apart, lasering his focus on her now spread ponut laying between them. Bringing his muzzle forward, he nuzzled her backdoor with it, taking a deep breath.

His sinuses flooded with her scent, sweet and aromatic. It sent a tingle through his body, filling him with delight, as his cock quickly reached its full size below him. Pressing his nose against her sweaty ponut further, he squeezed her asscheeks gently. He felt her instinctively press back into him, ushering him to act. Moving his nose away from her asshole, he soon brought his mouth to it. Diving forward, he latched his lips around her slickened tailhole. Swirling his tongue around the rim of her backdoor, his eyes fluttered as a salty, exotic flavor swept over him.

Literally making out with her asshole, driving his tongue into it over and over again, Spearmint scraped together the willpower to pull away. Saliva connected his lips to her rump, a satisfied grin splitting his muzzle.

“So, why don’t I enjoy the sex slave part of you a bit more?” he continued, smacking her ass. “How’s that sound, slave?”

Arizona slowly looked back at him. Her swirl-filled, heart-filled eyes met his own, acting as a firm reminder that she was under his spell. Sheer obedience rested in the dumb expression on her face, as she panted harder upon making eye contact with him. Her tail wagged, as she pressed her ass back into his grasp. Unable to think—not allowed to think for herself anymore, she replied with the one thing her enslaved mind could fathom.

“Moo~”