Them’s Milkin’ Herds

Sorting through a hooful of milk jugs, Spearmint quietly hummed to himself. Covering the table before him was an array of containers, ranging from small to large, all filled to the brim with delicious cow’s milk.

“Moooo~”

The sound of Arizona’s sensual moo of pleasure behind him made Spearmint smirk. A week had passed since he had enslaved her, and since that very day he had been putting her to work. The sound she made meant two things. Firstly, she had cum, and secondly, another jug of milk had been filled by her.

Carefully turning around, Spearmint smirked at the sight that greeted him. Bent over a metal railing he had purchased, Arizona dumbly smiled over at him as the milking machine on her udder went to work. The swirls in her eyes were as potent as ever, and the hearts within them shimmered beautifully. Her utterly enthralled state was a sight to behold, far from the fiery heifer she was before. Spearmint had gotten a bit self indulgent with her already, having had cow print stockings and a choker made for her. The glimpse of her fat ass peeking out at him as she faced him only made her look all the more pathetic and hot.

Trotting over towards her, Spearmint shrouded the milking machine in his magic. Carefully shutting it down and popping it off her udder, earning a whimper from Arizona, he placed it to the side. Gingerly lifting the large jug of milk she had just filled, he placed it down on the table with the rest.

His magic had only returned the day prior, and since then he had to be much more careful with it. It wasn’t as strong as the insane outburst of energy he had when he had faced Arizona, but his output was still much stronger. Of course, the first thing he had tested was his hypnotic spells, noting they were easily the biggest improvement out of anything he could do. He was fairly sure he could enthrall more possible milk machines when the time called for it, but for now he was sorting things out with his current acquisition.

“Good girl, Arizona! We’ve got a full stock~”

Arizona’s tail wagged above her, as she continued to look onwards aimlessly. “Moooo~”

“Oh right, your mind,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Let’s have you be that slutty, obedient version of your original self~”

Over the past week, Spearmint had tinkered with the control he had over Arizona’s mind. It seemed rather clear he had total control over her, and being so, he had been making use of it. Finding out he could set up several different ‘settings’ for her mind had been awfully fun. The default hypnotic state, a slutty version of her true self, or even a dumb, bestial cow—which she was set to be right now. He had endless options, and he was sure to tinker with it more as time went on.

Registering his command, Arizona shuddered intensely. Her eyes shimmered, the hypnotic swirls dancing with brighter colors before her body stiffened. A few seconds passed, and before long she looked over at Spearmint with lidded eyes.

“Heh, been keeping me busy, huh, Master?~” she cooed.

Her sultry gaze made Spearmint’s cock throb. “Well, you’re better off as a mindless milk maker most of the time, but I do like having you be a proper sex slave here and there~”

She rolled her eyes. “Pfft, you’re underusin’ just how hot ah can be when I’m, y’know, not a dumb bitch.”

“You’re hot regardless, slave,” Spearmint teased, shooting her a wink. “Now, you going to stop complaining, or am I going to have to make you nice and empty again?”

Arizona puffed her cheeks out, sighing. “Ah’m just sayin’! You can milk me when I’m like this too, y’know!”

“Fair but I just find you being a dumb cow most of the time hotter.”

“I…gosh dangit! There’s no convincing you, is there, Master?” she grumbled.

Spearmint chuckled to himself, shrugging. “Maybe down the line. Now, do you wanna be a proper fucktoy and please your Master?~”

Arizona’s frustrated gaze returned to one of lust, as she licked her lips and eyed him up and down. “I exist for that purpose ~ How would you like your slave to pleasure you?”

Waltzing over towards a nearby chair, Spearmint sat down on it. Spreading his hind legs apart, he presented his towering stallionhood to her. “Why don’t you use that thick tongue of yours and worship me?” His shaft slapped against his belly as it twitched. “I need something to pass the time while I think of the next step of our little business~”

Shimmying back, slipping off the metal bar she was mounted over, Arizona began to make her way towards him. Her illuminated eyes glowed lightly in the dim room, as she swayed her hips and sauntered over towards him. Her asscheeks bounced with each step she took, as her milk-dripping udder motioned left and right below her. Licking her lips with her thick, lengthy tongue, she slowly crept towards Spearmint’s crotch.

“I’d love nothing more, Master~” she whispered, caressing his chest with her hoof.

Planting kisses on his stomach, she slowly began to trail down towards his groin. Pecking his thighs, making his way towards his pelvis, she felt him shiver as she slowly dragged her tongue along his inner thigh and stopped right before his shaft. Looking up at him, she shot him a wink, planting kisses along the underside of his cock. Reaching his head, she pecked his sensitive tip, took a deep breath, parted her lips, and went straight down.

Spearmint leaned back, groaning with delight as Arizona routinely bobbed her head up and down on his length. His legs shuddered, his nerves being overwhelmed by her expert blowjob. He had fucked her face and holes over and over again whenever she wasn’t making milk for him, and she was quickly proving just how good of a sex slave she could be.

“Hmmmg, slave, clap your ass while you throat me.”

Arizona obeyed in an instant, bracing her hind legs and immediately throwing her ass back. She wanted to obey, needed to obey, her mind was conquered and existed to follow Spearmint’s every whim. Wet claps filled the air as her asscheeks smacked together each time she pivoted her hips back.

Her tongue swirled around his length, managing to lap at his nuts each time she forced his entire cock down her throat. One of the perks of being a cow, beyond her tantalizing body, was her thicker tongue. More strength and length let her please her Master with intense determination, ensuring every last inch of his package was lathered in her saliva and satisfied to her utmost ability.

Basking in the pleasure sweeping over him, Spearmint glanced at the table covered in milk jugs to his side. He now had his product, thanks to the heifer sucking his cock below him, but now he had to begin selling it. There were many ways to market it, but pushing the idea that it was a cow’s milk was essential.

Glancing down, eyeing those fat, bouncing cheeks of Arizona’s, an idea struck Spearmint. What better way to advertise cow’s milk than the actual heifer that makes his product. She was hot, an absolute piece of eye candy, and the sight of her milk-dripping udder should be more than enough to coax in some potential customers for him. The wealthier districts of Reine were the perfect place to have an empty, mindless cow waltzing around showing off her body and product both—and also the perfect place to make a lot of income.

Gripping onto the arms of his chair, finding himself rocketing towards a climax from Arizona’s expert blowjob, Spearmint braced himself. Magic fizzled in his antlers as he let out a throaty groan, thrusting into Arizona’s face as his climax slammed into him with the force of a tsunami. He felt her eagerly gulping down the ropes of cum he was unloading into her, as her twerking picked up pace and she looked up at him with lust.

Rope after rope of cum filled her belly, as she ensured not a single drop of his release went unsavored. Swirling her tongue around his length as she drank down his gift, she moaned around his shaft, sending pleasurable vibrations through him that only elevated the bliss he was enduring. Eventually, after what felt like hours, his climax came to a close, as she graciously swallowed the remaining vestiges of his essence.

Taking some time to catch his breath, groaning as Arizona slowly sucked on his cock to lick it clean. His body twitched in his afterglow, but, stern on getting his plan in motion, he reached down. Grabbing Arizona’s horn, he pulled the heifer’s head up. She reluctantly moved with him, releasing his cock from her mouth and eyeing him.

“Thank ya for the reward, Master~” she cooed. “Ah’m sure ya loved feeling me suck the soul outta’ you!”

Her sultry tone, mixed with her adorable accent, made Spearmint smile. She was hot and cute at the same time, but right now what he needed was his mindless milk machine.

“Be a good slave and go to your default state~”

Arizona grimaced at him. “Oh come on! Ah literally told you before ah can - nngh!”

It took a few seconds as usual, but before long, Arizona perked up and stood at attention. Tongue lolling out as she aimlessly stared ahead, the familiar state confirmed her trigger had worked. Brushing himself off, carefully caressing her cheek, Spearmint slowly rose onto his hooves.

“Now, slave, you love to serve me, isn’t that right?” he asked.

Arizona nodded. “Of course, Master.”

He glanced back at the table full of milk, before eyeing a slab of wood and some rope in the corner of the room.

“Good, cause I know just the way to satisfy me. Think you’ve got a ‘dumb slutty marketer’ personality in you?~ ”

“Moo! Come get some super delicious cow milk! Straight from this big ole udder of mine!”

Arizona clamored, trotting around the upper district center of Reine. Swaying her hips, flaunting her udder; and bouncing her ass for all to see, she put on a show for the crowd of deer around her. A sign swayed below her and hung around her neck, labeled with Spearmint’s prices for her milk.

“What is all this?” a buck questioned, eyeing his friend curiously.

His buddy leaned closer, whispering in his ear. “I’ve got no clue, but do you see the ass on her?”

“I’m more interested in what she’s selling! Cow’s milk? In Reine? When’s the last time we had some of that around here?”

His friend tapped his chin, eyeing Arizona. “Beyond the overpriced imports? Never. I don’t think we’ve ever had fresh, same-day cow’s milk ever.”

The crowd that had formed around Arizona was filled with gossip and whispers, many of the deer watching confused yet interested by what was going on. A cow in Reine was unheard of, but one that was producing fresh milk was a whole different story. With their suspicions rising, a towering, muscular buck stepped out from the crowd.

“I am the Jarl of Reine, Stronghoof,” he boomed, earning everyone’s attention. “How are we meant to believe these claims of yours?”

Arizona turned to face him, emptily smiling up at him. “Oh! Heya, Mister! You’re real big!”

“And you…have…interesting eyes,” he bellowed, narrowing his gaze at her swirling eyes.

Arizona chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “Don’t worry about that! Mah Mas - er - business partner and I have been workin’ on setting up shop here!” She tapped the sign, nodding her head. “All ya gotta do is place an order with one of the sheets on this here sign, and then we’ll deliver the size of the jug you wanted right to yer home!”

“And how exactly are we to believe it’s real cow’s milk? Your presence is uncommon, and you offering your delicacy is even more unexpected,” Stronghoof pressed.

Arizona glanced around, seeing the crowd around her mumbling to each other. Her enthralled mind may have been warped, but it wasn’t useless, and she quickly pieced together an idea. Her Master wanted her to market their product and garner some sales orders, and she knew exactly how to do it.

Giggling, she lowered herself to the ground. Laying down, she rolled onto her back. Looking up at Stronghoof’s towering form, she pulled her forelegs back and spread her hind legs apart. Shimmying her hips, letting her udder slosh from side to side, she reached down and caressed her rack.

“Why not sample it straight from the source?”

As stoic as he seemed, her act caught Stronghoof off guard. Eyes going wide, blushing as he eyed her fat udder and winking pussy, he recoiled and gulped. Eyeing the crowd around him, seeing their own blushes, and a hooful of quickly hardening cocks, he let out a sigh. As Jarl he wasn’t going to back down from anything, and that included an incredibly sexy cow flaunting herself off to him like a slut.

“F-Fine! I shall!” he exclaimed, stamping a hoof.

Gnawing his lip, watching as Arizona rubbed her udder and smirked up at him, Stronghoof leaned down. Sucking on a doe’s udder was sensual, but doing it to a cow was downright kinky. Doing this in front of an entire crowd, with Arizona’s pussy wantonly winking for him to clearly see, made it all the more erotic. He couldn’t ignore his steadily hardening cock as her earthy scent flooded his sinuses, soon finding his carnal instincts guiding him towards her udder.

Opening his mouth, he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, drawing a hushed silence from the crowd. His heart racing, finding himself surprisingly flustered in comparison of his usual, cool demeanor, Stronghoof clenched his eyes shut and sucked. His eyes shot wide open immediately, finding a delicious stream of milk filling his mouth and dancing over his taste buds. He found himself lost in the wondrous taste, soon gulping down more and more milk.

“Mooooo! Moo! Yesshhh! Suck on it hard, big guy!”

Stronghoof had no idea why, but this milk of hers worked him up. Its flavor was addicting, and it felt like it was almost an aphrodisiac of sorts. There’d been rumors for years that milk could work a deer up in more ways than one, but this was the most intense he’s ever felt. Arizona’s scent intensified, her moo’ing morphed into throaty moans, and he could feel his massive cock reaching full mast below him.

Arizona’s moans turned into lustful screams, as her juices spewed from her depths and coated Stronghoof’s chest. She squirmed and moo’d with bliss, feeling the pleasurable and relieving sensation of her milk being hungrily siphoned out of her. Throwing her head back as her tongue lazily hung out of her mouth, she twitched intensely below Stronghoof.

Knowing he had to eventually stop, Stronghoof gulped down another mouthful of milk before pulling away from Arizona’s udder. His chest was stained with her milk and cum, his cock was rock hard, and his taste buds were alight with a flavor beyond description. Heaving air into his lungs, he made an announcement.

“I declare this milk authentic and divine in taste!”

His declaration echoed through the streets, as all the deer gathered around him began to mumble and clamor with excitement. A source of authentic, fresh milk was now in Reine, and cow’s milk at that, which was one of the most exciting developments the city’s citizens had gotten in some time. Many wealthy deer began waving their wallets and salt in the air, all desperate to grab one of the order forms off Arizona’s sign.

Shakily standing up, Arizona puffed her chest out, letting the sea of deer snatch the order forms off her sign greedily. “Now, there’s only a few - woah! Careful! H-hang on stop fighting! There’s always next week! Wah!”

She soon found herself overwhelmed, the order forms on her sign taken up entirely in the blink of an eye. Stumbling backwards, watching some bucks literally engage in a fight with one another over the last form to order a dozen jugs, she couldn’t help but snicker. Her Master had asked her to sell a few containers of milk, for an insane price at that, but it seemed the wealthy deers of Reine had sold her out in an instant.

“Now, all ya gotta do is fill out that form with your name and address and then drop it off at my Mas - dangit - mah boss’shop which is listed at the bottom!”

She rolled her eyes at the two fighting bucks going at it, rather taken aback by how well her method had worked. Being publicly milked by the city’s Jarl had worked wonders, but it did leave her horny as could be. Though, with her order forms all gone and her job complete, she had a bit of time to spare.

Glancing over her shoulder, she could see Stronghoof eyeing up her ass and assets with lustful hunger. A devilish idea filled her enthralled mind, as she raised a brow at a nearby alley. She was too horny to think reasonably, and her Master never said she couldn’t have a bit of fun on her own time. Flagging her tail, she threw her ass back, allowing her asscheeks to clap once right in front of Stronghoof’s face.

“Say, ya did help me sell out,” she cooed, licking her lips and looking him up and down. “So, why don’t I show mah thanks?”

Stronghoof blinked wildly, focusing in on her winking pussy. “How…so?~”

She drank in the size of his massive cock, snickering. It wasn’t as big as her Master Spearmint’s but he was still huge. Clapping her ass again for Stronghoof, she nudged her head towards the alleyway.

“All these fellas are too busy clamoring and chattering. We got time to slip away. How ‘bout I milk that fat cock of yours as a thanks for milking me?~”

Stronghoof looked to his sides, noting that the crowd was now all too busy discussing and arguing to pay him or Arizona much mind. Eyeing her fat ass, feeling his balls ache with a desire to be relieved, he stood up tall and nodded.

“Gladly. If you think you can handle me, little cow.”

Arizona licked her lips, her slutty preset lavishing the thought of being railed by the towering buck. “Ain’t no more difficult than a rodeo~”

Standing atop the towering steps that led to her father’s longhouse, Velvet glared down at the massive crowd that had formed. Watching her father do such a preposterous act with a filthy, lowly creature such as a cow was a shock to say the least, but what interested her most was Arizona herself.

She had heard rumors of a champion from the Prairie, and Arizona fit the description perfectly. She had her suspicions, regarding the cow’s swirl filled eyes and unexpected business, and she yearned to find answers. Nobody was going to threaten her goal of finding the Prophet’s Key, and the presence of another champion was unacceptable.

“So…you zink you can take the spotlight from me?” she huffed.

She glared at Arizona in the distance, watching her enter an alleyway with her father. She could care less about whatever they were about to be up to, as her concern lay within this ‘business’ the heifer had established. Perhaps Arizona was training in secret in her city—preparing to duel her and take her out of the race for the Prophet’s Key.

The very idea filled Velvet with rage. Nobody would stand in her way, and if this pathetic cow thought raising money for training equipment was the way to beat her, she’d be sorely mistaken. All she had to do was go to that little ‘shop’ of hers, and take her out right then and there.

“Nobody iz going to get in the vay of my perfection.” She grit her teeth, icey magic flowing in her antlers. “Your little scheme to train iz adorable, little cow, but you vill be gone in no time.”