Spearmint shakily stood up, hardly able to believe his eyes. He’d have thought he’d grasp the idea of enslaving someone after doing it to Arizona, but seeing Velvet of all creatures like this was something else entirely. She was always so pompous, so cocky, but now? Now she was just a drooling, panting, brainwashed bitch who was eager to be commanded.

“Ugh…”

He turned his attention to the side, watching Arizona shakily stand up. Rubbing the back of her head, she glanced at Velvet, allowing a smirk to spread across her muzzle. Wincing as she trotted over towards Spearmint, cursing under her breath as she nursed a particularly bad scrape, she came beside her Master.

“Heh, looks like she’s your property now, Master!”

Spearmint nodded. “That she is…” He gave Arizona’s ass a spank, watching as her cheeks rippled and bounced. “Thanks to your help, slut~”

“Moooo~” Arizona moaned, pressing her rump back into Spearmint’s hoof. “Of course, Master! Anything you want, I’ll deliver!”

Spearmint tapped his horn, managing to summon magic into it. Last time his magic took a fair bit of time to come back to him after enslaving someone, but this time it returned far faster. He was progressing. He was mastering his art more and more. He was growing more powerful.

Eyeing the milking rack to the side, he carefully set it back up. Though, this time there was enough room for two brainwashed bitches, rather than just one. Setting up the milking machine, he smirked at Arizona.

“You did lovely, my slave~”

“Tch ~ She was lucky ah’m rusty! Otherwise I’d -“

“Now become my mindless milk machine.”

“W-wait! Ah told you I’m more fun when - nnngh! Moooo~”

In the blink of an eye, Arizona’s mind melted away. Morphed into a dumb, happy cow, her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she beamed at Spearmint. Her tail wagged behind her, and she pranced excitedly in place.

“Get to work, slut,” Spearmint commanded, giving Arizona’s fat ass another smack. “I need you making milk while I remake our visitor~”

Arizona nodded happily, hastily trotting over towards the milking station. Her current state tempted Spearmint. It’d be so easy to pin her down and fuck her senseless then and there, feeling her taut walls caress him while her ass bounced, but he needed to preserve his stamina. Watching as Arizona got on her rack, he levitated the milking machine towards her udder and put her to work.

Her breath grew hitched as she began being pumped for milk, but even as hot as the sight was, Spearmint turned his attention elsewhere. Trotting over towards Velvet, he licked his lips, his mind toiling with endless ideas.

“So, Velvet, what are you?” he started.

“A slave! Your slave!” Velvet quickly replied.

Spearmint felt nearly giddy, hearing Velvet’s usual pretentious voice speak submission to him. “And what is your purpose?”

“To serve you! To please you! To fulfill your every wish!” she continued.

Reaching forward, Spearmint caressed her cheek, looking into her enthralled eyes. “Oooh you’re gonna make so much milk for me, bitch.”

Velvet tilted her head, curious. “But, Master, zat isn’t possible! I am not pregnant!”

“And how might we be able to fix that?~” Spearmint teased.

The spirals in Velvet’s eyes faded away, leaving only hearts in her pupils. A sultry, lustful look adorned her face, as she swayed her hips from side to side. “I have a few ideas! Zis bitch isn’t only your slave, I’m also your fucktoy~”

“Exactly right~” Spearmint twirled his hoof around. “Turn around and show me that fat ass of yours.”

Velvet smirked, slowly turning in place. Bringing her rump towards her new Master, she raised it up while lowering her torso to the ground. Spreading her hind legs apart, she swayed her hips from side to side, glancing back at Spearmint with lustful desire.

Her ass wasn’t just big, it was fat. Though not as big as Arizona’s, Velvet’s flank came damn close to the heifer’s. Her pillowy asscheeks looked horribly tempting to dive his face into, and her drooling cunt and winking ponut made him lick his lips. Swaying below her was a hefty udder, one that too rivaled Arizona’s, but was beat out by just a portion.

“Good doe,” Spearmint remarked, his cock hardening below him. “Put on a show. Apologize for attacking me.”

Velvet tensed her hips, before beginning to shake her ass for her newfound Master. She put force into each motion, clapping her asscheeks together and creating a symphony for Spearmint’s ears. Her udder swayed below her, like a metronome of lewd beauty.

“Zis slave iz sorry for her ignorance! Rezisting you vas ze stupidest zing I could’ve ever done! I am so sorry for ze resistance I gave! Zank you for making me into your slave!” Velvet cried out, panting like Arizona’s current state. “I am now and forevermore yours!”

Her asscheeks bounced perfectly, each one wobbling and smacking together in tantalizing fashion. Velvet was the pride of Reine, being seen as the most beautiful and powerful doe in the city. But now? Now all she was to Spearmint was a tool of pleasure.

A sense of sheer delight consumed Spearmint. He had certainly eyed up Velvet countless times over the years, but he never thought he had a chance. Truthfully, he definitely didn’t have a chance with her, but thanks to his magic, she was now before him, twerking her rump and exclaiming her obedience.

Though, like Arizona, he had a job for her. Doe milk was certain to sell, especially from a deer like Velvet. But to make her product, Velvet had to be pregnant, something Spearmint was more than happy to rectify. Eyeing Arizona, seeing her being put to work on her milk machine, Spearmint felt a rush run through him as he envisioned Velvet in a similar state.

“Slave,” he started.

Never ceasing her motions, Velvet continued to bounce her flank whilst looking back at him. “Yes, Master?”

Spearmint sat back in a chair, parting his legs and motioning for her to come over. “That pompous mouth of yours would be far better suited worshipping my cock.”

A delighted smile split Velvet’s muzzle, as she scurried over towards him. “Yes, Master! Zis slave would be honored!”

Watching her trot over to him, Spearmint stroked his length slowly. He had already been hard as a rock thanks to Velvet and Arizona’s bodies and minds. He shuddered as Velvet’s hot breath caressed his length, but that was only the start. Slowly, the doe drew her head closer to him, and before long her tongue caressed his flesh.

Where Arizona’s longer, thicker tongue had strength and force to it, Velvet’s had a delicacy to it. Each lick she made against his member was measured, carefully done with intent and purpose. She made his every nerve go alight bit by bit, moving slowly from the bottom, to his tip, and back down again. Occasionally, she’d envelop one of his nuts in her mouth, moaning as she suckled on it with whorish expertise.

She only evolved her methods as the minutes flew by. She began to clap her asscheeks in tandem with her motions, emphasizing every motion up with a twerk of her rear, and every move down with a similar action. She knew she had an ass on her, and she knew her Master was absolutely enthralled by hers — she was going to make use of it, even while giving him a blowjob.

Though her methods didn’t halt. Surging magic into her antlers, she massaged either his nuts or stroked his cock, depending on whichever wasn’t being serviced by her mouth. The cool, icy sensation of her arcane influence added an allure all its own to her performance, an intricate, carefully designed approach of pleasure that truthfully was something only a doe as graceful as Velvet could weave together.

Yet, her blowjob and bouncing flanks only made Spearmint yearn for more. He didn’t want to unload into her mouth, no, the pompous bitch she once was would’ve hated being bred by him more than anything. His first load of cum into his new bitch should be one that truly marked that she was now property.

“Good girl, but if I’m gonna make you a proper slave, you know what we need to do,” Spearmint breathed.

Velvet pulled her head back, releasing Spearmint’s cock and letting it rest on her face. Panting, hearts shimmering in her eyes as she greedily breathed in his musk, she moaned deeply and replied. “Yesss ~ I need to be pregnant vith your seed~”

“Exactly, so be a good girl and ride me.”

The command struck Velvet to her corrupted core. Her pussy gushed a stream of lust, her arousal reaching a point at which it had never risen to before. She wheeled around, presenting herself to Spearmint, before carefully stepping backwards. Lining herself up with his titanic cock, she gave her Master a lustful look and slammed herself down.

Velvet’s snatch took in Spearmint’s entire titanic length in one drive down. Both her and Spearmint let out deep, guttural groans as their bodies met. Velvet's cheeks rippled before Spearmint’s eyes, the sounds and sights her ass provided only furthering as she began to bounce on his cock.

Her pussy was sheer euphoria, her insides enveloping Spearmint’s member and pleasuring every last inch of it to a level unbeknownst to him. Similarly to their blowjobs, Arizona and Velvet differed when it came to rutting as well. Where his cow was faster and more intense, Velvet was delicate yet thorough.

She kept riding him, moans and bleats escaping her throat each time his tip crashed against her awaiting womb. The air filled with the fragrant aroma of berries and mint, their mutual musks mixing to create an aromatic miasma of lust. Clapping and moans filled the room, with the occasional mindless moo from Arizona intertwining.

For Velvet, she had never felt pleasure close to this. The sex was incredible, but the mere knowledge of serving her Master was what eclipsed any of her prior pleasurable experiences. Nothing felt more amazing than fulfilling her purpose in life, and thanks to her Master she now knew it was fulfilling his every wish. She felt horrible for looking down at Arizona earlier. The heifer was better than her at first, but now they were equals, both shown the light of serving their Master and savior.

On and on the two went, rutting intensely as their pleasure only continued to grow. The sight of Velvet’s bouncing cheeks had sundered Spearmint’s resolve, as he raised a hoof and began spanking them. Each time Velvet slammed down, he’d pump his hips up and strike her flank. The bleats of pleasure she emitted made his depths stir, his climax’s arrival only accelerated by the lewd song Velvet sang.

“Tch ~ You’re gonna be a good fucktoy, slut,” Spearmint grunted, striking her ass again. “Just like Arizona has been~”

“Nnnngh! Thank you, Master!” Velvet moaned, slamming down on him even faster. “I vill be ze best slave possible for you!”

Spearmint felt her tensing up, knowing full well she was about to endure what was bound to be her seventh orgasm thus far. He too was reaching his limit, a limit that once broken would seal Velvet’s fate. The once arrogant bitch was now going to be his obedient, pompous cow.

“You looked down on cows before, didn’t you?” Spearmint questioned.

Almost ashamedly, Velvet replied. “Y-Yes, but zia was my former self! I know now zat being a cow is vonderful! Producing milk for Master is vat you want for me!”

“Exactly~ You’ll be my second milk machine, isn’t that exciting?” Spearmint teased, his cock beginning to flare within her depths.

“Yes! Please, Master!” Velvet boomed, slamming down onto him and holding herself there. “I - nnnngh - vill be a good cow! Mmmph!” Her pussy spasmed around his cock, her body shuddering as her most intense orgasm yet struck her. “Give me it, please! I beg you!”

Her scream, the way her ass jiggled when she slammed down full force, the sensation of her pussy’s angelic embrace morphing into a vice-like grip, and the knowledge that he was about to knock up the Velvet—it sundered any stamina Spearmint had left in him. With a deep growl, he spanked her flanks one final time, gripped her hips, and pressed her down harder on his cock. With his tip gracing the entrancing of her womb, Spearmint tensed up, shut his eyes in pleasure, and unloaded his building desire into her.

Ropes of cum flooded Velvet’s interior. Her most sacred chamber was stained with the molten lust Spearmint provided, every last inch of her womb painted white with her total submission. His gift hit its mark, knocking her up without a doubt as the entirety of her womb was claimed by his essence. The volume was too much, as cum gushed passed the seal his tip made on her womb and proceeded to coat the walls of her cunt in its fertile glory.

Seed spurted out Velvet’s pussy as she spasmed and bleated atop of Spearmint. It dripped down his hips, whilst staining his groin and the adorable heart-shaped pattern of fur on her rump. The two barely took notice, all too enthralled in the intensity of their rut. Both spasmed and groaned for what felt like an eternity, the sheer euphoria pulsing through their bodies shrouding the line between reality and fantasy. One couldn’t fathom the wonders they individually endured, but Spearmint’s pleasure was only rivaled by that of the same experience with Arizona.

Even though the moment was intense, it still had to eventually come to an end. Velvet’s delighted cries came to a stop, as she collapsed forward. Spearmint took a moment to caress and squeeze her flank, savoring his new trophy for a moment longer, before reluctantly lifting her off of him. Cum gushed from her depths as she was raised, laid in a pool of cum as Spearmint carefully placed her down beside him.

Rising up on shaky legs, Spearmint glanced around. The room was a mess and it smelled like a brothel, but he now had a second slave. Eyeing Arizona, drinking in her tantalizing form as she moo’d with delight, he turned his attention to Velvet.

“Act like your usual self, just, yknow, obedient to me,” he ordered.

Velvet froze for a moment, her mind seemingly rewriting itself to fulfill his command, before she began to move again. Grumbling to herself, she shakily rose up to her hooves, brushing off her chest with disdain.

“Tch, I may be your slave, Master, but you must respect ze floof!” she scoffed, puffing her fluffy chest out at Spearmint. “Zis is my pride and joy! Ze most perfect floof in the entire world!”

Spearmint raised a brow. “Wait…seriously? After all this that’s what you have to say?”

“Vat? It’s obvious I’m eternally grateful for being enslaved and bred by you,” Velvet remarked, mutually raising her own brow. “Zis much is clear, but ze floof? Even with how amazing you are Master, it zeems you don’t understand ze importance of it!”

“I…uh…well, alright,” Spearmint replied, raising his hooves in surrender. “Show me your udder, slut. It’s time to see if you’re ready to work~”

A sultry look spread itself across Velvet’s countenance, as she turned to her side. “Of course, Master~” She raised her hind leg, showing off her hefty udder. “Zis slave vill offer ze best milk you’ve ever seen!”

Spearmint didn’t have to be told twice. Scurrying over to his slave, he lowered himself to be level with her udder. Much like her ass, Velvet’s udder was just under Arizona’s in size, but it was certainly still impressive. Drifting his lips closer, he latched them around one of her nipples and began to suck.

Rich, creamy doe milk met his tastebuds, sending an intense rush of delight though his body. It wasn’t as incredible as Arizona’s, but that was due to how rare cow milk was in comparison, but it was still absolutely delicious. Yearning for more, he sucked on Velvet’s nipple even harder, savoring every drop he got.

“Mmmph~ Seems Master enjoys my product!” Velvet groaned smugly. “Zis milk iz ze best, yes?”

Pulling his lips away from Velvet’s udder, Spearmint stood up, took a step back, and stared her right in the eyes.

“Become my mindless cow.”

“Moooo~”

“Moooo~”

Velvet and Arizona both moo’d in delight as they were both milked on their individual stations. Each was in a mindless state, both reduced to merely moo’ing and moaning. It had only taken Spearmint minutes to hook the doe up to her milk machine after making her mindless, and already she was pumping out the first shipment of doe milk Spearmint was going to sell.

He stood behind them, drinking in their winking pussies and hefty rumps, struggling to resist the urge of mounting them then and there. As much as he wished to use his sluts, he had to let them work. Having sex slaves was a bonus, but the primary goal of his entire operation was to make money off their milk.

Giving both of them a firm spank, watching their asscheeks ripple from the blow, he chuckled as they both released an ecstatic moo. Trotting to the front, he got a good look at his slaves. Arizona was as mindless as ever, her fat ass peeking out past her hips as she panted and stared off into the distance emptily. Her moos were adorable, and Spearmint couldn’t help but chuckle. He’d give her her mind back later in the day, or possibly tomorrow, but for now she truly was his eager cow.

To her side, now occupying a second machine, was of course Velvet. The doe was a sight to behold. Her plump rump was also clear even from the front, fitting as Arizona’s close rival. She wore an expression of bliss rather than mindlessness, her tongue lolling out as her eyes rolled back. The cow print leggings she had matched Arizona’s and her constant moo’ing made her seem as much like a cow as a deer could be.

Content with their work, Spearmint left them to their own devices. They’d make a few loads of milk to be sold the following day, and then his plan could continue. Satisfied with the developments of the day, he went to take a seat at his table, only stopping as he heard a thump against his door.

Hesitantly, he peered out the window, watching as the paperboy ran off down the street. Reine’s newsletter was constantly delivered in the city, being quite literally always updated and released—sometimes meaning four to five deliveries in a day! Always one to show interest in the goings-on of his city, Spearmint hastily opened up and read over it.

From the looks of it, all the news within the paper was at most an hour or two old, which was the usual for the obsessive reporting the Reine journalism team had. There wasn’t anything of much interest. Some stocks, new sales, and an article that was related to Arizona’s sales work earlier in the day.

Though, turning to the last page, Spearmint nearly froze. A picture of an adorable sheep, seemingly chasing her puppies down one of Reine’s main streets, filled the page. She was cute, but most importantly, she was a sheep. A kind of milk Spearmint didn’t have on his portfolio just yet.

Shooting his eyes down, he read over the title of the article. ‘Pups Let Loose and the Sheep to Blame!’, it read, yet that wasn’t the important part. The body of the article spoke about how she was roaming around Reine, desperately trying to catch her loose dogs. It was recent, which meant…

Woof! Woof!

“Puppies! C’mere!!!”

The sounds of barking and an adorable, desperate cry from right on his shop’s street made Spearmint smirk. Fizzling magic into his antlers, he felt himself already recharged. He was getting stronger, which meant one thing.

It was time to add another ‘cow’ to his collection.

Author's Note

Pom time