Them’s Milkin’ Herds

Velvet bursted out from behind the boxes, instantly taking a readied stance. Magic flowed in her antlers, as she grimaced at Spearmint and Arizona.

“How did you know?! Tell me!” she demanded.

Arizona chuckled, raising a brow. “Ah may be my Master’s dumb slut, but I ain’t oblivious.” She shot Velvet a wink. “Ah realized you were followin’ me after the first few minutes. I just played it off.”

The magic on Arizona vanished, revealing the shimmering hearts in her eyes. Velvet took a step back, gritting her teeth with disgust at the sight.

“Vat…vat happened to you?!” she asked.

Spearmint narrowed his gaze at Velvet, before winking at Arizona. “Go ahead, slut.” He guided a hoof down to her flank, giving it a firm smack. “Tell her.”

Arizona shuddered with delight from her Master’s slap, nodding in understanding. “Well…basically he tricked me into comin’ to this here shop! Didn’t take me long to piece together just what he was up to, but even when ah tried to fight him, he used his magic to turn me into his slave! Now ah serve him!” She showed off her milk-dripping udders, making Velvet recoil. “Pumped mah womb full of cum, knocked me up, and made me his first milk machine!”

“I…I…” Velvet was lost for words, scrambling to find some semblance of composure. “Zat’s uncouth! Foul! Wretched!”

Spearmint tensed, sizzling magic into his antlers. He still hadn’t a perfect idea how to draw upon his hypnotic power, and he was fairly certain it’d knock him out again, but he had to try. The confident facade he was adorning masked the ever growing panic in him, yet he had to do everything he could.

His heart was racing, panic stirring deep in his body as all the options ran through his mind. If this went wrong, he was done for, and he wasn’t entirely planning on having Velvet come now. He hadn’t had time to practice, and he prayed to the gods above he could pull himself together.

To his dismay though, magic began to swirl in Velvet’s antlers as well. The room became a hint colder, sending a shiver down his spine. He knew the doe’s magic well—after all, she was a champion. There was reason to fear her, and now he was the target of her ire. The sensations running through him sent surges of adrenaline through his being, stirring deep within him a feeling similar to when he had enslaved Arizona.

“I vill destroy you, filth,” Velvet seethed. “How dare you see me as a tool! Even zis cow is above you!”

Spearmint took a step back, desperately working to call upon his magic. “Well…h-hang on!”

“Ha! A facade!” Velvet remarked, taking a step towards him. “You are a coward! You vill learn to never speak to me ze way you have!”

She surged magic into her antlers, icicles forming in the air around her. Each was sharp, more than capable of doing severe damage, and they were all targeted at him. He needed time, something to help stall her, and thankfully, he had a champion of his own.

“Arizona!” he grunted, straining as his horns began to illuminate the room. “Stall her!”

Velvet perked up, whirling her attention to the side. “Vat?! Don’t you dare - agh!”

In the midst of her power trip, Velvet had forgotten the fact that Arizona served Spearmint, though she was firmly reminded of the fact as she was tackled to the side by the heifer. Rolling over each other, the two tumbled across the room, coming to a stop with Arizona pinning her down.

“Now now! You ain’t hurtin’ my Master!” Arizona growled, pressing down on Velvet’s forelegs. “Just lay there and accept your fate!”

Velvet seemed to ignore the threat, glancing down at her own chest. Her floof, the pristine patch of fluffy fur she kept to utmost perfection, was covered in dirt. A rage began to boil in her, as she glared into Arizona’s eyes.

“Do. Not. Touch. My. Floof!”

Her voice was filled with anger, booming with such intensity it caused Arizona to recoil. Velvet took the opportunity, surging magic into her antlers and blasting Arizona to the side with a block of ice. Rising onto her hooves, she took a readied stance, driving her attention entirely to the heifer opposing her.

Arizona slowly rose, shaking herself off. Huffing hot air from her nostrils, she rolled her shoulders. “Heh, not bad. But it ain’t gonna be that easy!”

Seemingly from nowhere, Arizona whipped out her lasso. Twirling it for a brief moment, she hurtled it towards Velvet. The doe was quick to react, feinting to the side, as she prepared her next attack.

“Dang nabbit!” Arizona groused, pulling her lasso back. Tensing her jaw, biting down on her tool, she narrowed her vision. “Stop movin’!”

Velvet scoffed, summoning more icicles into the air. “Please. Such pitiful attacks speak volumes on why zis pathetic stud conquered you. I vill make no such mistakes!”

She surged her icicles forward, sending Arizona running. Her eyes widened as she saw that Arizona held far more agility than one would think, as the heifer bolted, dove, and rolled out of the way of her attack. Even still, she didn’t relent, surging more magic into her antlers and continuing her barrage.

Spearmint watched the two’s duel in both terror and awe. On one hoof, seeing his slave hold her own against Velvet was an incredible sight, on the other, he wasn’t sure who was winning. If Arizona lost, he was done for—unless he managed to summon the magic within him from before.

His body burned, the mana within him stirring and funneling into his antlers. He was already beginning to push his limits, but he knew it wasn’t enough. The volume of magic he had used on Arizona was incredible, and he had to reach a similar level of that to conquer Velvet.

Arizona continued to weave between Velvet’s attacks, narrowly missing blows as the doe dodged and feinted herself. The two were dead even, but with Velvet’s range she had a slight edge. Perfect dodges soon started to become close calls and slight scrapes for Arizona, the constant flow of attacks from Velvet beginning to wear even her own impressive stamina thin.

“You can’t last forever~” Velvet mocked, standing her hoof. “Be a good, pathetic cow and give up. I’ll deal vith your Master and maybe your already pitiful intelligence vill return to you.”

Heaving air into her lungs, Arizona spat in defiance. She hadn’t been training for some time now, thanks to spending most of her time being rutted or making milk, and her enthralled mind struggled to perfect the fighting methods she had used for so long. She should’ve excelled at close quarters combat against an opponent like Velvet, but it seemed her new purpose in life was now greatly hindering the aspects of her former purpose.

“Like hell ah will!” she bellowed, charging towards Velvet once again.

Spearmint continued to strain, his focus on the battle lost as the world around him began to swirl. The intensity of his magic was becoming too much to bear, his body screaming for him to stop. His joints ached, his ears rang, and his head burned with intense pain. He wanted to stop, but he needed to keep going, and bit by bit, he felt himself reaching the point he so desperately desired.

Something within him was starting to click, something that held back his strengths. He was capable of incredible output, but never knew how to unlock it, but in the desperate moment before him, his body was ushering forth the power he needed. He just needed a bit more time, time he prayed Arizona could buy. The rush he felt from his hypnotic magic, it was brewing fiercely within him, and it was nearly there.

Arizona’s efforts began to slow, the state of her rusty fighting ability beginning to stick out like a sore hoof. A misstep here, a swing and a miss there, and bit by bit her dead even fight was morphing into a one-sided offense. Velvet was relentless, pure anger and disgust motivating her every action, and Arizona was faced with the brunt of it all.

Velvet was only getting angrier, the fight further soiling her precious floof. The fact that Arizona dared to face her, and Spearmint dared to try and claim her, only furthered her rage. Watching Arizona’s movements slowly falter, she waited for the heifer’s next move.

In a desperate effort to protect her Master longer, Arizona barreled towards Velvet. Though, this was the opportunity Velvet had been waiting for. Summoning ice onto the floor, a delighted grin split her muzzle as she saw Arizona’s eyes go wide. Flicking her chin up, she summoned a massive fist of ice. It came out in an instant, and just as quickly found its mark.

A pained yelp rang through the air as Arizona was sent flying. The fist struck her clean in the jaw, sending her hurtling into the far wall. Falling to the floor with a thud, she groaned in pain, laying on the ground in defeat.

“Ha! You are a champion?! Please! Zat was easy!” Velvet boasted, puffing her chest out. “You deserved to be defeated by such a pathetic creature such as that buck!” She spat at Arizona, shutting her eyes with satisfaction as she slowly turned towards Spearmint. “Now, about ze pest…I zink I will -“

“Here goes nothing!”

Velvet’s eyes shot wide open, finding herself faced with an intense glow flowing from Spearmint’s horns. In her cocky taunting, she hadn’t taken into account the buck, and as he blasted magic at her, she had no time to dodge.

Spearmint’s attack reached her with haste, surging magic into her head instantly. She strained, beginning to grit her teeth and grunt, a flurry of unwelcome thoughts funneling into her. Stumbling back, her magic fizzled out of her horns as she focused everything she had on resisting.

“Agh! S-Stop zis!” she grunted, shaking her head furiously.

Spearmint knew this sensation—it was identical to the one he felt when he enslaved Arizona. Steeling himself, he pushed on, pumping more of his magic into Velvet’s mind.

“N-No! You’re becoming a slave just like Arizona!” he boomed, gritting his teeth together. “A cocky b-bitch like you deserves it!”

He felt his magic tearing down the walls of Velvet’s mental fortitude. Bit by bit, her pompous mind was being sundered into obedience. His entire body burned from the intensity of his magic, yet he absolutely could not give up.

“I vill - nngh - kill you for zis!” Velvet scolded, trying and failing to summon an icicle. “Gah! Get…get out of my head!”

Spearmint steadied himself, pushing himself through the pain of his overloading magic. “Agh! Just let it take over! Give in and become a slave!”

Velvet’s eyes began to flicker with magic, a smile forcing its way onto her muzzle. “Become…a slave…” She grimaced, biting down on her lip. “Mmph! No! Never!”

Not relenting, Spearmint took a step closer to her, feeling his magic somehow getting even stronger. He felt himself chiseling Velvet’s will, shaping her into his obedient slave. It was a lengthy, painful process, but he felt progress. Each passing second he felt his magic getting stronger, and her resistance getting weaker.

“I vill give in to Mas…Mast - agh!” Velvet boomed, slamming her forehooves against the ground. “No! Not to s-such filth! I vould never…never…”

Spearmint felt it. Velvet’s voice trailed off, and just like Arizona, he sensed an opening in her will. Surging everything he had into his horn, he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.

“Become my slave!”

The words echoed in Spearmint’s ears, as he once again faced a blinding light. He heard Velvet scream something at him, but all of it faded away as the world around him briefly swirled into a black nothingness. One moment he was standing and straining, then the next he was tumbling backwards. His entire body was lit up with an intense burning sensation.

He slammed against a nearby table, letting out a yelp of pain. He would’ve found more pain in his back from the impact, but the agonizing sensation running through the manaflow channels of his antlers overshadowed it by a landslide. His pain wasn’t as intense as last time, at least giving him some hope that he was improving, but the feelings running through him weren’t exactly welcome either.

Spearmint’s vision began to clear, as he glanced to the side. Arizona was unconscious to his side, having been caught in the blast herself. Her damage from before plus the knockback seemed to have been too much for her to deal with. Though it also spoke volumes of another issue. If Velvet wasn’t under control…then he was absolutely doomed.

But then he heard panting.

The same sound he heard when he first enslaved Arizona. With hope surging in his chest, Spearmint turned his attention to Velvet. Guiding his eyes up from her hooves, past her impressive udder, and to her floof, he hesitated before looking at her face. Bracing himself, he issued a silent prayer to the heavens above and looked at her.

Swirls filled her eyes, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she smiled dumbly at him. Hearts pulsed in her pupils, as her small tail hastily wagged back and forth.

“Hello, Master! Zis doe is ready to serve!”

He had won…again.