Them’s Milkin’ Herds

“Haaaa! Yeah! Rut me, big guy!” Arizona moaned.

Looming over her, his immense size eclipsing her, Stronghoof pinned Arizona down as he railed into her. Her back was against the wall, her smaller frame lifted by him, as he plunged into her over and over. Her udder bounced with her motions, milk spurting from her nipples every few moments, her thick asscheeks clapped against Stronghoof’s thighs as he railed her, and the air was filled with their mutual, aromatic scent.

“Tch. Tight slut, aren’t you?” he grunted, slamming against her womb.

Arizona smirked up at Stronghoof, panting between moans. “P-proper milk machines gotta have perfect b-bodies!”

Pressing Arizona against the wall further, Stronghoof took a sharp breath. “You could make good money being a whore alongside selling all that delicious milk~”

Arizona let out a delighted moo, eyeing Stronghoof lustfully. “M-maybe ~ That’s up to mah Master!”

“Master?” Stronghoof asked, slowing his pace.

Realizing she had slipped up whilst in the midst of the pleasurable throes Stronghoof had her in, Arizona hastily made up an excuse. “J-just a - nngh - kinky roleplay thing mah boss and I do!” She clenched down on the buck’s cock, smiling back at him. “C‘mon and keep rutting me senseless! Ah need to feel ya flooding me~”

Her efforts bore fruit, as Stronghoof resumed his previous pace and then some. Arizona’s body bounced with every intense slam he made into her, her pussy clenching down on his cock and satisfying every last nerve with intense pleasure. Her milk dampened his fur, spurting out of her udder each time he thrusted into her and pounded her g-spot. The constant sound of clapping as their bodies met filled the air, a symphony for their intense rut.

They went at it for several more minutes, savoring each other’s bodies with carnal ferocity. However, as Arizona caressed Stronghoof’s cock with whorish expertise, his stamina began to reach its limit. Grunting deeply, he picked up his pace, sending Arizona into a frenzy of ecstatic moos. The intense, loud clapping of his body slamming against her fat ass echoed in the alley, as more milk gushed from her udder.

“Moooooo!!! Yessss! Fill mah pussy!” Arizona cried out in ecstasy.

Her whorish words were enough to push Stronghoof past the threshold. Bracing himself, he shrouded Arizona’s hips in his magic. Thrusting forward with all his might while slamming her back against him, he plunged his cock into her pussy with force, holding himself within her. Locked in her depths, pushing her walls to the limit, he let out a predatory growl, before unleashing his gift within her.

Arizona's eyes went wide as the first, massive loads Stronghoof had to offer filled her depths. It wasn’t as impressive as her Master, but it was darn close, and the feeling of the fertile seed in her depths sent her hurtling towards her climax. Her legs tensed, as she threw her head back and let out a guttural moo, her essence gushing from her cunt as her orgasm wracked her body with bliss. Each rope Stronghoof unloaded into her caused another rush of bliss to surge through her, and if she wasn’t already pregnant with her Master’s kin, then this would have certainly done the trick.

Both groaned deeply, shuddering with pleasure as they rode out the last moments of their orgasms. Stronghoof unleashed his final ropes of seed, the total volume he gifted Arizona bulging her belly out a portion. She panted lightly, pressing her thick rump into him, clenching her pussy to ensure she coaxed every last drop of cum out of his length. Finally, as they each took a deep, composing breath, they recovered from their pleasurable releases.

“I must say - huff - you cows certainly make good lays,” Stronghoof remarked, raising a hoof and smacking Arizona’s ass.

“Ahn~” she moaned, her flank rippling from his strike. “Hehe…it’s true! We do make darn good cocksleeves! Especially to big, handsome bucks like you~” Arizona pressed back against Stronghoof further, squeezing around his slowly softening member. “Ya know how to rut a bitch proper~”

Stronghoof delivered a smack to her other asscheek. “That I do. Perhaps down the line I can make you my bitch, if this ‘Master’ of yours is ever willing to talk. A jarl should have a proper pleasure tool.” He gradually pulled back, slowly slipping out of her depths. “Though for now, I will simply enjoy the fact that an exotic whore like you now lives in our walls.” He escaped her snatch, a gush of cum drooling from her lower lips. “And one that sells such good products~”

“That ah do,” Arizona replied, smirking. Bracing her hind legs, she threw her ass back, clapping it while a glob of spunk spurted from her depths. “This whore will be around plenty!~”

Stronghoof licked his lips, eyeing the town center. “It seems the arguing over your milk has begun to calm.” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “I suppose I must get back to work.” He let out another, longer sigh. “If only Velvet could handle some business.”

“Velvet?” Arizona asked, turning and raising a brow. “Who’s Velvet?”

Stronghoof eyed her. “Regrettably, my daughter.” He shook his head. “Do not get me wrong, she is an incredible fighter, but her pretentiousness and insistence on not helping take over for me to care for Reine City is infuriating.”

“Oh? Ah see,” Arizona replied, eyeing him up and down. “I’m sure she’ll find a proper callin’ for somethin’ eventually.”

“Frankly, I hope it’s something that brings her down a few pedestals,” Stronghoof grumbled. “She is more so a student of mine than a daughter. That’s how she has treated our relationship, and, being so, I don’t exactly care for how she turns out.”

“Railing every doe in Reine eventually landed you with a kid, eh?” Arizona teased.

The remark brought a smirk to Stronghoof’s stern face. “Heh…that is true.”

Arizona waggled her hips, shuddering with delight as she felt a trail of cum run down her thigh. “Well, ah gotta get back to mah boss! Got lots of sales to report to him!”

“And I must tend to the city,” Stronghoof replied. He paused, eyeing her curiously. “You’re going to just waltz through the city with my seed pouring out of you?”

“Course!” Arizona nodded. “City knows they’ve got a milk machine whore now, so I’m gonna look the part!”

“I see. I’m…a fan of that.”

“You’d be a fan of seeing my fat ass any time, stud.”

“This is true.”

Arizona giggled to herself, making her way out the alley. Swaying her hips, she made sure to flaunt her rump at Stronghoof as she began to depart. “This flank is yours whenever you want. You just let me know~”

Stronghoof licked his lips, watching her cheeks wobble as Arizona emphasized her steps. “That, I am looking forward to.”

“Stupid, filthy, lowly cow.”

Velvet grumbled to herself, cantering down the steps leading from the upper part of Reine City to the town center. Her anger had only been growing as she descended the stairs, talking to herself all the while.

“Coming into my city, finding some…veird, unorthodox…and uncouth training method! Zis will not stand!”

As she made her way down, she was wholly unaware of the constant stares she was getting from the deer she was passing. Each one locked their gaze onto her rump, drinking in how her deliciously fat ass bounced as she grumpily trotted towards the town center. Be it rageful ignorance or somehow unimaginable obliviousness, Velvet didn’t notice the way her asscheeks were jiggling as she hurried past more deer.

Finally reaching the city center, actually noticing a buck staring at her and giving him a curious, yet threatening look, Velvet scoffed and glared towards the alleyway. Her surprise was visible as she watched Arizona come out of it, cum drooling out of her pussy as her sweaty asscheeks bounced due to how she was emphasizing her movements. Most of the deer still in the center gazed longingly at the cow’s purposeful show, even dazing Velvet for a moment.

Velvet always held herself highly, so high in fact that she never really gauged interest in any creatures—outside of the ones who could fight. At most she’d ogle another doe’s ass or a buck’s cock while in heat, but she ended up gazing at Arizona for a touch longer than she’d like. Realizing her daze, she aggressively shook her head.

“Gah! She knows how to distract! Zat must be a method of hers…” she grumbled. Glancing at the alley, she watched as Stronghoof slowly crept out. “Oh you have got to be kidding…”

Stronghoof spotted his daughter, sighing. “Lovely…”

She trotted over to her father, not noticing that the crowd’s gaze had shifted from Arizona’s flanks to her own. Scowling up at him, she spat at the floor. “You are a dizgrace! Zat cow iz…iz below us!”

“I have no time for you, Velvet,” Stronghoof groused, nudging her to the side. “That cow is a lovely addition to our city.” He rolled his eyes, eyeing her. “You’d be a lot more loved around here if you were anything like her!”

Velvet adorned a look of disgust, throwing her muzzle to the side. “Hah! As if a cow vould ever compare to my perfection!” She spat at the ground again, turning away from her father. “Zat cow iz gone by tomorrow! I’m nothing like her!”

She harrumphed, trotting off ahead and back in pursuit of Arizona. Briefly scanning the area, she caught sight of the heifer in the distance, hastily sprinting forward to catch up. She pushed and cursed at many deer as she ran, still unaware of how many of them stared at her rump whenever she came by. Eventually, she closed the gap, coming to a quiet, slow trot as she followed mere feet behind Arizona.

It’d have been easy to challenge the cow then and there, but Velvet had a better idea. Whoever was housing Arizona must’ve been teaching her some secret technique and method, otherwise Velvet hadn’t a clue why the cow was wearing her getup, or why her eyes looked so perplexing. Perhaps she was overthinking it, but she’d never seen anyone have such a particular sheen to their eyes. It held something, and she knew there was a spell hiding the truth—and possibly the truth to more strength. Making sure to stalk her target as silently as possible, Velvet’s eyes gradually trailed down to Arizona’s asscheeks.

Each step the cow took made them both jiggle, sometimes even emitting the faintest clap from her more eager motions. Sweat ran down Arizona’s curves, highlighting her form ever more, and especially made her ponut and cunt look all the more tantalizing to Velvet. The deer licked her lips at every glimpse she got of Arizona’s delicious holes, nearly enthralled at the bouncing motion the cow’s rump made. She was better than Arizona in every way, but the cow was admittedly extremely attractive, especially with an ass like hers. It was bigger than every doe’s in Reine, with maybe only Velvet’s matching it.

Stalking Arizona closely, taking note of where she was heading, Velvet felt a wave of confusion wash over her as Arizona trotted up to a dainty, run down shop. She remembered the building being used as a clothing store for a bit, and shortly thereafter two other strikeouts, but she wasn’t sure what it was being utilized for now. It looked abandoned, but Velvet knew something was going on in there based off Arizona’s reaction.

The cow looked nearly giddy, tapping her hooves against the stone path and gnawing her lip. Her tail was entirely flagged, giving a clear view of her hungrily winking snatch and the constant flow of cum and lust that ran down her thighs. Not only that, but Velvet watched as Arizona’s eyes flickered with color, some form of magic being in play.

It took more effort than she’d like to admit for Velvet to pry her eyes off Arizona’s asscheeks, but she ultimately managed it. Watching as the heifer cracked the door open and made her way inside, Velvet pressed forward. Managing her hoofsteps, she slipped in the door behind Arizona without being seen. Darting for some cover to hide herself, she gazed across the room in awe.

A table rested on the far end of the room, littered with papers and Arizona’s sign as she set it down. Behind it, a pinboard was hung on the way, and the contents of which made Velvet’s chest tighten. Pictures of does in Reine, some highlighted and marked with certain symbols, filled the board. Creepy as it was, the entire sight was only given further weight as Velvet noticed the word “Targets” at the top of it. Glancing down, she saw, right in the middle with the biggest picture of all, was herself.

She was the main target.

She had no clue what this was. Perhaps Arizona and her partner were intent on eliminating much of Reine’s denizens. Regardless, the sight unsettled and angered Velvet. They were intruders in her city, and here there were, making plans like they could run the place!

“So, slave, how’d your sales go?”

Velvet shrunk back as a masculine voice called from upstairs. Unable to see the staircase from her hidden position, she twitched her ear as she did her best to listen.

“Oh, Master! You have no idea!” Arizona chirped, beaming.

Velvet’s expression twisted. Master? As in a training master? Did this cow somehow find the master of an ancient fighting method of sorts? Eager for more answers, Velvet peeked her head out from behind the piles of boxes she hid behind, careful to ensure she wasn’t seen.

She spotted Arizona in the middle of the room, swaying her flanks and wagging her tail above them. Though there was a new figure present as well, as just ahead there was a buck. Velvet knew his face, but he was nothing more than some pathetic businessman. How could he have been a Master all this time?!

“You sold out?!” Spearmint exclaimed. “That’s great news!”

Arizona nodded. “Yup! They were really fightin’ over mah stock!” She giggled. “I even got to have a personal meeting with Stronghoof!”

Spearmint raised a brow. “How personal?”

“Ah’m still dripping with his cum, Master,” Arizona answered forwardly.

Velvet winced with disgust from hearing her father’s antics. Even still, she was enthralled in her eavesdropping, remaining hidden and keenly listening.

“Didn’t I say you were my bitch, slut?” Spearmint remarked. “You’re property. A brainwashed, sex slave, milk machine for me and me only.”

Heart skipping a beat, Velvet’s eyes went wide. Glancing behind Spearmint, she could see a milking rack, empty bottles waiting to be filled strewn about. She could barely make them out from the angle she was hiding herself in, but her mind began to race.

She had assumed Arizona was training. That the heifer was using some newfound method or mentor to guide her down the path of victory. Velvet had been aware there were bound to be other champions, and being so perhaps she had her thoughts a touch too superstitious, but she could’ve never imagined herself being this far from the truth.

Whoever Spearmint really was, he had managed to control the mind of the Prairie’s champion. Not only that, but he had seemingly knocked the poor heifer up and made her into his newest financial endeavor. Holding her breath, she glanced back at the pinboard. She was the main target…which meant Spearmint wanted her.

“Oh c’mon, Master! Ah was gettin’ intel on that doe you wanna enslave!” Arizona trotted over towards the pinboard, tapping on Velvet’s picture. “Why do you even want her?”

Velvet’s anger began to boil. She was stronger than these two, yet they were talking to her like she was a simple target to claim.

“Why?” Spearmint replied, chuckling. “Besides her having an ass as fat as yours, and an udder not too far off either, I think adding doe milk to our menu’s options is a pretty good idea. I could figure out some mixtures of it with yours and whatnot. Plus, even though doe milk is more common, it’s still expensive.”

Struggling to contain her rage, Velvet grit her teeth. She was divine! Superior! Yet these two spoke of her like this?!

“And that’s the only reason, Master?” Arizona prodded, smirking at Spearmint.

He snickered. “Well no. She’s also just a bitch. Pretentious slut that doesn’t know she’s better off serving cock—my cock.”

It took every fiber of Velvet’s being not to burst out from behind the boxes and send an icicle straight through Spearmint’s chest.

Arizona gnawed her lip excitedly at his words, swaying her hips faster. “Mmmm ~ I’d love to play with a fellow slave!” She giggled. “Yknow, when ya let me have some mind and not make me a mindless cow.”

“Your dumb state of bliss is quite hot though. Can you blame me?” Spearmint chided.

“Well, ah can’t wait to see Velvet like that too,” Arizona replied, a devilish grin splitting her muzzle. “Are your antlers working again?”

Spearmint nodded. “Yup. I’ve been running tests on them. Now all we have to do is get her alone.”

The remark stirred a semblance of worry in Velvet, but she quickly dismissed it. Even alone, she had nothing to fear. She was stronger than them. She was better than them.

“Well,” Arizona furthered, her grin growing, “there’s another reason why I let Stronghoof rut me.”

Spearmint tilted his head. “And that being?”

“I was aimin’ to get Velvet’s attention,” Arizona clarified.

That comment made a knot form in Velvet’s chest. She hadn't thought there was rationale behind Arizona’s actions in the first place.

“Alright, did it work?” Spearmint noted.

“Yup,” Arizona replied.

Velvet froze as Arizona waved her hoof across the room. In what felt like slow motion, Arizona pointed in a direction, gesturing directly where Velvet was hiding.

“Since she followed me here.”