Them’s Milkin’ Herds

Spearmint glanced back at his two cows, pondering his next course of action. Whoever this sheep was, she was right next door, which meant she’d be a swift and easy enslavement if he played his cards right.

“You two, I need you to have your minds back.”

As if a switch was flipped, the life and intelligence within Velvet and Arizona’s eyes flooded back. They grumbled, rubbing their heads as their intellect was restored from their mindless, cow states.

“Ugh…zat iz a bit of a jarring change, Master,” Velvet grumbled. She inspected herself, smirking. “I see you’ve kept my floof in good condition.” Carefully, she used her magic to detach the milk machine from her udder, setting it aside. “I hope I made you ze best milk vhile I vas being used~”

Arizona scoffed, stumbling over the device attached to her as she kicked it away. “Pfft! Come on now! Master knows I make the best milk! Cows are a rarity ’round here, doe milk isn’t anywhere near as great!”

“Zis udder of mine makes ze best milk in Reine!” Velvet snapped back, pressing her muzzle against Arizona’s. “You lowly Prairie cows don’t have any idea of true quality!”

Sticking her tongue out, Arizona smirked. “Oh yeah? Then why was your pops so enamored by my milk he rutted me like a needy buck on prom night, huh?”

“Can you two cut it out?” Spearmint exclaimed, glaring at the two. “I didn’t return your minds so you two could bicker. Keep this up and I’ll command you both to fall in love with each other…or something.” His ear twitched as he heard more barking outside, tapping his chin. “Listen. There’s a sheep here, close by it seems. She needs to become a milk maker like you two. Her kind isn’t common around here, and her milk is just as rare as Arizona’s.”

Velvet raised a brow. “Vell, how do you trick her into coming in here? Doing zis magic of yours in public vould start quite the stir.”

“And ah reckon she ain’t that tough,” Arizona followed, reading over the newspaper. “If she can barely wrangle some puppies, I doubt she can fight much.” She gave Spearmint a concerned look. “Say, speaking of them puppies. If you were to enslave her, what’re you gonna do with them?”

“Reine has arguably one of the best animal sanctuaries in Foenum. Those puppies will be in paradise. We’ll just bring them there after she becomes my property.” He tapped his horn, feeling his magic surging through them fluidly. “I think my magic is getting better. It’s recharging faster and I feel like I have more control over it.”

Velvet nodded. “You did enslave me fast, and I am ze most amazing creature in ze world!” She puffed out her chest, causing Arizona to roll her eyes. “It iz only right zat your magic had to be quite amazing to beat me!”

“Oh cut the crap, Velvet,” Arizona grumbled, tapping the newspaper. “Master has better things to handle than inflating your already monumental ego.”

Spearmint eyed the door. “I think I have an idea. But first, we gotta meet her.”

The three exchanged understanding looks, making their way to the door. The sounds of barking were even closer, and a cute, meek voice echoed in the alleyway just barely loud enough to be heard. Trotting towards the entrance, Spearmint opened the door, stepping outside with his two slaves following in close pursuit.

Velvet pouted, rolling her eyes. “Master, your plan must be very good if you zink zis sheep vill just - ack!”

Before she could finish her critique, the aforementioned sheep ran straight into her. The two tumbled over each other, grunts and yelps escaping them both as they rolled a fair distance, coming to a stop in a pile of tangled limbs.

“O-oh! G-Goodness! Ye’ve come out of no’ere! Ah wis chasin’ me puppies 'n' didn’t even see ye comin'!” She glanced up, worry spreading across her face. “Ah, no! They’re getting away! Ah will never catch them at this rate!”

Spearmint smiled, hearing the soft, adorable voice the sheep had. Her accent was certainly akin to what he heard sheep sounded like, and the soft, gentle nature in which she delivered her words was enough to make most creatures melt. Though, with her tumbled over Velvet, he was offered an even better bit of insight.

Despite her seemingly small frame, the sheep had a lovely set of asscheeks on her. Certainly plump for her size, her flanks were pillowy mounds of potential. They jiggled as she struggled to break free from her entanglement with Velvet, further selling they were without a doubt fat—even though she was quite small.

She was certainly smaller than Velvet and Arizona, but her derriere was juicy enough that Spearmint could already envision it clapping on his cock. Though, what mattered most here was her udder, something Spearmint was graced with as the sheep shakily began to stand.

Just like her ass, the sheep’s rack had an impressive size to it for her smaller frame. It swayed below her, eager and ready to be filled with milk for Spearmint’s future financial endeavors. A devious smirk split the deer’s muzzle, as he drank in his next target’s goods.

Her cunt and backdoor were obscured by those plump cheeks of hers, but he knew he’d spread those buns apart and indulge himself in the pleasures she could afford. His mind was of course focused on business, but with as sexy sluts as Arizona and Velvet were, it was impossible to not indulge his thoughts into more lecherous ideas.

“A’m truly sorry! Are...are ye okay?” the sheep stammered suddenly, scrambling off of Velvet and reaching a hoof down to help her up. Her voice cracked with worry, her wide eyes darting anxiously as guilt twisted her expression. “Ye must’ve been off guard! A’m nowhere near tough enough tae knock someone like ye down!”

Velvet swatted her hoof away, dusting herself off as she stood up. “Zat is right. I am much stronger zen you. You better vatch where you’re going next time!” She brushed off her floof, pouting. “Zat could’ve messed up my floof!”

“Your floof?” the sheep asked, perking up soon after at the sound of distant barking. “Agh! They’re getting so far awa'! Oh nooo! Mah wee dugs!”

Arizona tilted her head, confused. “Wee dugs? And here I thought Velvet’s accent was weird.”

“My accent iz ze best accent, thank you very much!”

Watching the sheep preparing to run again, Spearmint darted in front of her, blocking her path. “Hey, hey! Wait a second!”

“Ah can’t wait! Ah will lose thaim!” the sheep exclaimed, trying and failing to squeeze past him in adorable fashion.

He lightly pushed her back, leaning down to smile at her. “Listen, you’ve been chasing those pups down fruitlessly for hours now, haven’t you?” He gave her a caring smile, motioning towards his shop. “Me and my girls here are animal control in these parts. We can help you catch them lickedy split!” He glanced behind them, watching the pups playing with some deer in a nearby crowd. “Plus, giving them some time to burn some energy doesn’t seem too bad. Why don’t you come inside and we can sort out how we can help you!”

“Are ye sure? A’d hate tae be a bother…” the sheep…sheepishly replied.

“Nonsense! You’re in need, and we can provide the help!” Spearmint opened the door of his shop, motioning for her to enter. “The name’s Spearmint by the way! The cow right there is Arizona, and the doe you collided with is named Velvet.”

Stepping into the building, the sheep smiled back at him. “My name's Pom! It’s so nice tae make yer acquaintance!” She smiled between the three, stepping into the shop entirely. “Nobody has offered me any help 'ere 'til now! Nice tae see thir's some good-hearted creatures around!”

Watching Pom step into the shop, Arizona looked on, dead-panned. “Yeah…good-hearted…” she quietly grumbled. Glancing at Velvet, she nudged the doe. “Can ya tell me how in the heck that just worked.”

“Eh, sheep must be simple-minded,” she replied. A smirk spread itself across her muzzle, as she gave Arizona a mocking look. ”Kinda like cows~”

Arizona scowled at her, stepping into the shop. “If Master didn’t threaten to make me fall in love with you for bickerin’, ah promise you I’d clobber you right here and now.”

“Vishful thinking, heifer!~” Velvet cooed, nudging her out of the way and prancing into the shop.

Watching as his two slaves entered the room, Spearmint shut the door and quietly locked it behind them. With Pom now unknowingly trapped in his clutches, the real fun could properly begin. Watching her look around the room, he once again focused his attention on her ass.

A faint sheen of sweat glistened on her cheeks, catching the light and accentuating every curve of her rump. Spearmint’s eyes lingered, drinking in the way it subtly jiggled with each step she took. Thick enough to hide her nethers, her rear was undeniably impressive—well above average for a sheep of her size. It was quite ironic, after all, she had such a slutty figure, but such a demure personality.

“Hey, Master?” Arizona whispered, nudging Spearmint. “Ain’t you gonna, yknow, turn her into your slave?”

Magic began to swell in his horn, his spell charging up bit by bit. “Working on it already, slut,” he murmured back. Reaching down, he squeezed her ass with a hoof, smirking. “Once she’s enslaved I’ll plow all three of you plenty to celebrate~”

Arizona shuddered, smiling up at her Master. Her tail raised and wagged, as she pressed her ass back into his hoof. “Better use me like the fucktoy I am, Master….”

“Ye said ye’r animal control?” Pom asked, her voice tinged with growing confusion as her wide eyes scanned the room. “All ah see is milking machines, collars, bells, milk jugs, 'n' cowprint… leggings?” Her gaze lingered on the spotted fabric wrapped around Arizona and Velvet’s legs. She glanced back at the trio, her brows furrowing. “Wait, why are ye two sporting them leggings?”

Knowing she had no means of escape, and with his spell charging hastily, Spearmint motioned to the milk jug storage. “Why don’t you read the names on those jugs?”

Almost hesitantly, Pom turned around. Moving closer to the jugs, she leaned down, squinting her eyes as she looked over the labels. As she feared, one crate had jugs labeled ‘Arizona’, and the one beside it was labeled ‘Velvet.’ Though, what made her heart skip a beat was the rack next to it. It was filled with empty vials, but the label on it read…

“Sheep…” Pom mumbled. “H-How are ye planning tae git sheep milk?” She gulped. “Ye aren't animal control, are ye?”

“Drop the act, sluts,” Spearmint growled.

He raised his hooves, swinging them down and striking Velvet and Arizona’s asses. They each moaned, shuddering intensely as they instinctively began to shake their rumps, the sight of their asscheeks bouncing filling Spearmint with joy. Their tongues lolled out, their eyes fluttered, and milk drooled from their udders, as the facade of normalcy they had been wearing fell apart at the seams.

“No, we aren’t. These two will tell you what's actually going on here~”

Arizona spoke first, mooing with delight as Spearmint spanked her ass again. “Nnngh~ Mooo! T-This guy here is our Master! He tricked us both and enslaved us! W-We live to serve and please him!”

“Aahn! Mooo!~” Velvet groaned, her voice trembling with pleasure as Spearmint’s hoof landed sharply on her ass. Her body shuddered, her cheeks bouncing slightly from the impact. “He used a spell to make us permanently obedient to him!” she moaned breathlessly. “Zen he knocked us up and turned us into his milk machines! Ve exist only to be bred and to produce milk for him!”

Pom backed away, panic shrouding her. “W-wait! I don’t want tae be like that!”

As Velvet’s magic flowed into him, Spearmint felt a surge of power ignite within his body. His confidence soared, and he smirked as he sized up Pom. She was defenseless—no spells, no escape routes. She was his for the taking. He had spent plenty of time toying with Arizona and Velvet before; now, he wanted this conquest over quickly. Besides, his eyes lingered on her plump, jiggling ass, making him more and more eager to have his way with her. The thought of claiming her spurred him on, his desires sharpening into determination.

Magic swirled and pulsed in Spearmint’s horns, a wave of warmth spreading through his body as his spell charged to completion. The once-familiar sting in his horn had faded, replaced by a smooth, controlled flow of power. Confidence surged through him, his smirk deepening as his eyes locked on Pom. She shrank back, her head darting frantically in search of an escape, only to find Arizona and Velvet blocking every possible path.

She was entirely cornered.

“Too bad, darling. You’ve got a slutty body and milk I need~” he cooed.

Pom scrambled backwards, gulping. “S-Slutty? Na! I’m…I’m not like that at all! Ah’m j-just a wee sheep travelin around!” She nervously laughed, trying to find a way to get out of this. “Is this b-because Ah wis made a champion for ma people? Ah didn’t want it! I’ll totally quit if ye want me to!”

“Oooh a champion~” Arizona snickered. “That’d mean you’d have three champions turned slaves countin’ Velvet and I!”

Velvet licked her lips, intensifying her magic as she empowered Spearmint further. “Zat makes zis slut all ze more alluring. Get her, Master~”

“With pleasure,” Spearmint exclaimed.

“Wait! Wait! Please d - nnnngh!!!”

Pom’s pitiful plea was silenced in an instant as the spell hit her like a tidal wave. She stumbled backward, her legs wobbling beneath her as tendrils of magic coiled tightly around her head, spiraling inward with relentless force. She swayed unsteadily, her steps slow and erratic like a drunk struggling to stay upright. Her hoof pressed against her temple as she grimaced, her expression twisted in desire and resistance.

An endless typhoon of unwanted, yet dangerously alluring, thoughts stormed through her mind. Vivid images overwhelmed her senses, herself adorned with cow-print accents like Velvet and Arizona, her lips wrapped around Spearmint’s throbbing cock, her plump rump bouncing as she rode him, and the sweet sound of her own gleeful moos as she was milked. Each vision was shockingly vivid, painting a clear picture of what Spearmint intended her to become.

No matter how fiercely she tried to push the thoughts away, they clung to her mind like stubborn weeds, relentless and suffocating.

“Whit are ye doin tae me?!” she exclaimed, bumping into the wall, nearly falling as she stumbled away from it. “Git out of me head!”

Her struggles brought back a familiar sensation to Spearmint. Though, unlike when he enslaved Arizona and Velvet, this time it was far more tame. Still, he didn’t want to take any risks, and he wanted to ensure Pom would become his. Taking a deep breath, he channeled the spell further, feeling the intense energy of the arcane flowing through him. His growing familiarity with the spell, as well as Velvet’s support, was spelling Pom’s downfall at a record pace.

“You’re joining these two as one of my whores!” he boomed, stamping a hoof against the floor. “A bred bitch that’ll make plenty of milk for me!”

With every passing moment, the barriers in Pom’s mind fractured further, splintering under the relentless assault of Spearmint’s spell. Though they fought valiantly, her naive nature, fragile demeanor, and utter lack of defenses sealed her fate.

The fiery pulse of power coursing through his body only fueled his determination, driving him to push harder. He could feel himself mastering the spell in real time, each precise surge of magic breaking her resistance piece by piece. She was close, so close to being his. Soon, she’d join his growing harem of milk machines, her free will reduced to nothing but a distant memory.

“A will not become yer plaything!” Pom groaned.

Although her words spoke one thing, her body spoke another. Subconsciously, she began to thrust her hips back, pushing her rump back into an invisible cock that her body began to yearn for.

There was a burning in her groin, a desire that begged to be filled, and the need only furthered as the claws of Spearmint’s magic sank deeper into her will. She shook her head, trying desperately to pry herself free of his arcane grasp, but she was powerless. Without her pups, she had no real means of defending herself, and she couldn’t pull together the strength to physically compete with what her three assailants had.

Spearmint found himself more and more in control of his magic. With every passing moment, he found himself alleviated of the burning it brewed, even managing to begin moving around. He took one hesitant step, before he took another, and soon, he found himself able to pace around—all while channeling his spell into Pom.

“You need to understand that you’re destined to be made into my slut,” he growled. Cantering closer to Pom, he licked his lips. “These two whores,” he gestured towards Velvet and Arizona, “thought they weren’t made to be my cocksleeves, but now they live to serve my every desire. Their fat asses are my property, those hefty udders are my property, their very existences are mine to play with.”

Velvet chuckled. “Don’t remind me of ze foolish doe I once vas.” She trotted closer to Spearmint, ensuring she continued to empower him. “Zis existence, one vere I serve your cock, am made into a milk machine, and so much more pleasure…” She shuddered with delight. “It iz pure, unfiltered, bliss.”

“Heh, you can say that again!” Arizona cooed, licking her lips as she drank in Pom’s struggling form. “Master claimed me first, and hooooo boy! Am Ah grateful he did! Gettin’ plowed, knocked up, and milked is just what I was truly made for, y’know?~”

Pom shook her head, her body subconsciously thrusting her hips back harder. “That is not true! He messed wi' yer minds!”

“I mean, all those two know is pleasure and bliss. I get on demand pussy, and they don’t have to worry their useless little minds with anything besides what I say!” He dragged a hoof along Pom’s face, guiding it down her neck. “And soon you’ll understand. You’ll see the same light they did.” He heard her moan from his touch, chuckling. “The spell makes you quite sensitive, eh? Good. Just imagine the pleasure you’ll feel when you’re being milked after I breed you~”

“Me thoughts…so…c-clouded…” Pom groaned, shivering with pleasure.

Spearmint dragged his hoof further down her body, pausing right before reaching her plump asscheeks. “I mean, come on~” He raised a hoof, slamming it down against her pillowy buns. He drank in the way they jiggled from the blow, savoring the sound of Pom’s throaty ‘baa’ of delight. “With an ass as juicy as yours, you were made to be a fucktoy.”

Moaning with sheer delight, Pom threw her head back and baa’d once more. “N-No, M-Mas…w-wait…n-no…”

That was the moment of weakness Spearmint needed. He saw it in Velvet, and Arizona before her. With her brief lapse from reality and into the seas of delight, Spearmint put his big play into action. Surging immense power into his horns, funneling his entire arcane ability, further emphasized by Velvet’s boost, he steeled himself and let loose everything he had.

“Become my slave!”

Spearmint heard his voice warp, the power of his magic merging with his words, giving them a mystical echo that shook the walls of his lair. He heard Pom scream with delight, likely reaching a climax as his magic began to flow into her like a stream. He felt his influence shifting her memories, remaking her very being, and most importantly, rewiring her existence to live for his every desire.

A sudden explosion of magic burst forth, but Spearmint, now familiar with the effect, steadied himself. He skidded back a few feet, hooves scraping against the floor, but remained upright. Blinding light flooded his vision as magical residue crackled against his fur, sending sharp, electrifying jolts through his muscles.

His antlers throbbed with a dull ache, though far less severe than during his previous conquests. Around him, he heard Velvet and Arizona grunt in discomfort, likely blinded by the radiant outburst as well.

Rubbing his eyes, Spearmint gradually began to clear his vision. Bit by bit, the blurry blotches and black dots that spread across his vision faded away, the clarity of his eyesight restoring, and greeting him with a delightful sight he had hoped to see. His ears twitched as a familiar sound echoed in his eardrums. He felt his length throb beneath him. He knew what was presented before him.

A smirk curled across Spearmint’s muzzle as his eyes locked onto Pom. Her tongue lolled lazily from her mouth, her breaths shallow and uneven as she panted with a mix of need and delight. She turned to him, her eyes now swirling with hypnotic patterns, soft hearts glowing at their center. Unlike the dumbed-down grins Arizona and Velvet had worn after their submission, Pom’s mindless smile morphed into one that was sultry, oozing with confidence as she looked back at him.

Before he could revel in the moment further, Pom spun around with a practiced grace. Lowering her torso to the floor and raising her rump high, she began to sway her hips. Her plush asscheeks bounced in mesmerizing rhythm, the soft mounds jiggling with every motion, an entrancing display of submission and eagerness. Spearmint’s smirk deepened, his gaze drinking in every hypnotic ripple of her body as her sultry voice finally broke the silence.

“Breed me master, a'm ready tae serve!”

It was time to indulge himself.