Spearmint’s ears flicked, catching the soft, rhythmic sound of Pom’s rear bouncing with increasing intensity. Her petite frame trembled as her clapping movements grew sharper, her small tail wagging furiously. She shot him a glance over her shoulder, her flushed face betraying the overwhelming desire bubbling beneath her fur.

He eyed what mattered the most right now—her udder. Proportionally, it was big on her, just like her ass, but in regards to sheer size, she had the smallest rack yet. It made sense, after all, taking into account her small size.

“Zat shy little sheep turned into quite ze whore already, eh?” Velvet noted, eyeing Pom’s efforts. “She moves her rump vith incredible vigor!”

Arizona side-eyed Velvet. “You could just dumb it down and say she’s moving her ass like a total slut, you know.”

“Oh please.” Velvet rolled her eyes. “I phrase things the way I like, and you phrase things the way -“

“Don’t you go and give me that schtick again, ya pretentious doe bitch!”

“How dare you interrupt me! And zen you…you call me zat?!”

“All Ah’m saying is the gosh darn truth! Let’s not forget that I’m Master’s favorite!”

“Ha! Zat is far from ze truth! You may have ze bigger assets, but I have ze technique and charm!”

“Heh! Yet my ass will always be bouncin’ on his cock better than yours ever could!”

Spearmint sighed, hearing the two going at it once again. He had hoped to bask in the moment, savoring every second of euphoria knowing Pom was his plaything—but of course the rivalry between these two couldn’t wait.

He couldn’t lie, admittedly, the two arguing about who was the better whore and who served his cock the best was rather hot. They’d gone from likely never having had a thought of fucking him, to getting heated at each other when one claimed the other couldn’t ride his cock that well.

Still, he wanted to focus on his newest slut, which meant there was one thing for him to do.

“Become mindless cows and get back to producing milk.”

Arizona and Velvet’s eyes went wide. As they heard their Master’s command, they whirled around and exclaimed in unison.

“Wait!”

Then they froze, their expressions locked in shock as their minds were remade. Gradually, their faces softened, contorting into vacant, foolish grins. Tongues lolled from their mouths as they began to pant, their tails wagging enthusiastically, and their hips swaying with a raw, primal desire. They were utterly consumed, sinking deeper into a sea of mindless bliss.

“Mooooo~”

The sound broke free of their lips, a guttural, lowing moan that echoed in the room, raw and unrestrained. It wasn’t just a sound; it was a declaration of the step they took into their new states of mind. Their minds had been stripped bare, reset, and reforged into something base, their thoughts reduced to the instinctive behaviors of a cow. Gone were their personalities, swept away by the overwhelming tide of transformation, leaving behind only obedient, brainless pets who existed for one purpose: to fulfill their primal roles.

Their bodies shifted slightly, muscles tensing and relaxing as lust consumed their new mindsets. A flicker of hunger crossed their empty gazes as they eyed Spearmint’s cock, their lips parting with faint anticipation. Yet, the haze of obedience overpowered their desire. They turned their attention back, heads tilting submissively, their entire beings attuned to the will of their Master.

Spearmint watched as the two began trotting over towards their milking stations. He drank in the sight of his prizes, their hefty udders swaying with each step, full and ripe for milking, and of course the jiggle of their asses as they emphasized their steps. Slowly, the two got to their stations, beginning to fiddle with their milking machines. Velvet used her magic to fasten the devices onto herself and Arizona, and soon enough, a chorus of moans and moos escaped the two as the machines got to work.

Spearmint smirked. Watching those two act like that always worked him up something fierce. Just knowing he had so much control gave him an incredible rush, and fucking them when they were in such mindless states was tantalizing as could be. The best part of it all? Now he had a third slave to initiate into his collection of whores.

Pom didn’t put up much of a fight, not that she could, but he was going to savor rutting his newly forged breeding bitch regardless. She didn’t have the spunk Arizona had, or the ego Velvet held, but the innocence she exuded being warped into becoming his cumdump had its own allure all the same. She never saw his plan coming, and now she was his forevermore.

“Well, didn’t you turn out well.” Cantering towards her, he drank in her slutty display. “So, Pom, what’s your deal, hmm?” he cooed.

Pom looked back at him, an intense lust flickering in her eyes. “I’m yer slave! Yer obedient bitch!”

“Good girl.” He rewarded her with a firm smack on the ass, ushering another throaty ‘baa’ of delight to escape her lips. “And what’s your purpose?”

Pom’s hips tensed, and she bounced her ass harder, each clap of her cheeks growing sharper and louder as her desires surged. “Tae be the best fuckin’ whore possible! I’ll milk yer cock dry!” she cried, her voice thick with hunger.

“That’s a good slut, how about -

Pom reached back, her hooves gripping her plush cheeks and spreading them apart without hesitation. She flaunted herself shamelessly, her moans dripping with filthy devotion. “To use me slutty holes to drain yer nuts till they’re empty!” she declared, resuming her twerking with even greater intensity. Her ass clapped in rhythm, the movement bold and unapologetic. “I’ll bounce this fat ass for ye always! It’s plump, pillowy, and juicy, just for ye! Yer property, just like me!”

“Well aren’t you excited! How about we -“

Pom rolled onto her side, her movements deliberate as she shifted onto her back. Her hips thrust upward, making her udder bounce enticingly with every motion. “Ma udder is yours tae suck an’ tease nonstop!” she cried, her voice trembling with submission. Spreading her hind legs wide, her hooves pressed against her slick folds, exposing herself fully. “Treat me like the cumdump I am! I’m just a glorified cocksleeve for ye! I exist tae serve ye! To be used as a vessel for yer seed!”

Spearmint froze, blinking wildly as he comprehended Pom’s amorous rant. He hadn’t a clue how to react, both to her words, her behavior shift, and all the lovely sights she had given him. Jaw slack, he was truly speechless.

Pom blushed intensely as she saw his reaction. “Oh, sorry! I’m just so excited tae be yer slave! No more thinkin’! No more free will! Just pure bliss!” She eyed his throbbing cock beneath him, giggling. “Something tells me yer quite happy wit it too!”

Spearmint shook his head, snapping out of his daze as he straightened his posture. Composing himself, he let his usual bravado settle back into place, a confident grin tugging at his lips. “Well, that much is true. You’re gonna be making plenty of milk for me… and taking my cock daily~”

Pom’s lips curled into a sultry smile as her gaze locked onto him, her hips swaying in slow, deliberate motions. “You’ll have tae knock me up first, ye know,” she purred, licking her lips with an exaggerated motion. Hearts flickered in her eyes, glowing brightly as the hypnotic swirls faded, their effect permanent but hidden—though the lust in her expression remained as intense as ever. “Hope yer ready tae make me a breedin’ bitch like those two sluts.”

Spearmint took a step back, laughing to himself. “Hoo boy, this is way different than the other two.” He gestured towards Arizona and Velvet. “Those two are mostly the same after being enslaved, but you? You’re a total whore!”

“And, is it a problem?” Pom retorted, waggling an eyebrow. She chuckled. “Am still me normal self, just…ye let out a bit of my other side more wit this mind controlling stuff ye did!” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Didn’t expect a wee little lamb to be so feisty eh?” She giggled once more. “To be honest with ye, I’m just riled up! A good ruttin’ will calm me down plenty.”

Spearmint rubbed the back of his head. “Can’t say I saw this coming. Glad it didn’t show when I was enslaving you. You being this feisty and firm may have made things harder.”

Pom swayed her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her movements fluid and hypnotic as she locked eyes with him. “Well, tae be honest,” she began, pausing to give her rump a single, calculated twerk that sent a sharp clap echoing through the room. A sly smile tugged at her lips as her tail flicked playfully behind her. “Deep down, I think I was turned on by what ye did tae those two! Me former self must’ve found it… desirable~” Her voice dripped with teasing affection, each word rolling off her tongue with a sultry lilt. She gave him a knowing look, her hips never losing their seductive rhythm. “So… guess she didn’t put up too much of a fight!” Her movements grew just a bit bolder, the sway of her hips drawing his attention as her eyes smoldered with unfiltered desire. “Not that I’m complainin’!”

“You know, usually this is when I’d tell my last two whores to turn around and flaunt their asses, but it seems you’re ahead on that account,” Spearmint noted. “And I’m certainly loving the view.”

Pom bounced her ass again, snickering. “And this ass is yer property now, Master.” She raised a hind leg, flaunting her udder. “It and ma udder will get even bigger once I’m pregnant!”

“Though, indulge me. Tell me how you’re a good slut now compared to your former self,” He smirked. “Course, while bouncing that fat ass~”

Pom smirked back at him. “Anything ye desire, Master.” She tensed her hips, before beginning to bounce her cheeks for him again. “I live to serve~”

Spearmint drank in the sight of his newest slut, shivering with excitement. It was true, in terms of raw size her ass was fairly smaller than Arizona and Velvet’s flanks, but proportionally speaking? She had an absolutely fat ass. They way her pristine, white coat resembled purity, innocence, and her meek nature, contrasted with the debased act of such a whorish dance elevated her efforts tenfold.

Though her udder was smaller than Velvet’s and certainly not as large as Arizona’s, it had a delightful fullness that kept drawing Spearmint’s gaze. With every bounce and sway of her body, the soft mound seemed to dance in perfect rhythm, glistening faintly under the dim light. The gentle heft of it, paired with the hypnotic motion, teased him with the promise of what it’d soon hold—rich, plentiful milk, all for his taking.

Each subtle jiggle with her movements was mesmerizing, a display of abundance wrapped in her petite, seductive frame. Spearmint had thought about the size of her assets plenty already, but as they swayed before him now, they demanded his attention. She was, without a doubt, a prize worth claiming, and tonight, he would make sure she knew exactly who she belonged to.

“I mean, first off, now I live tae serve yer cock!” Pom declared, her voice bold yet tinged with sultry excitement. She shifted slightly, the sway of her hips slowing as she emphasized her words. “Nothin’ matters other than pleasurin’ ye with my slutty body!”

“Go on,” Spearmint cooed.

She spread her cheeks apart with her hooves, shamelessly flaunting her tight, glistening holes. “The sheep I was before never would’ve dared tae flaunt her fat ass and tight holes like I am now!” she continued, her voice brimming with pride. She released her flanks, letting her ass bounce back into motion, the rhythmic clapping filling the room once again. “But I know what these juicy cheeks were made for—servin’ cock. Especially yers, Master!”

Something in Spearmint’s resolve broke. With a surge of energy, he moved with impressive speed. In mere seconds he had mounted Pom, pinning her under his weight as he bent her over. His sudden action seemed to have taken the sheep by surprise, as she gasped upon feeling his cock slap between her asscheeks.

“Gonna be making milk for ye real soon, eh?” she cooed, grinding her ass against him. “Your cock is so big, Master~”

Spearmint felt a rush like never before. Pom had such a juicy ass, one that was rubbing against his cock perfectly, but her frame was small—so easy to manipulate and use.

Which gave him an idea.

“Hey, Master, what’re you - oof!”

Shifting himself, he pressed his hooves on Pom’s shoulders. With force, he pinned her down against the floor entirely, leaving her ass up. She was entirely pinned beneath him, powerless against him as he pulled back, lining his cock up with her pussy.

Pom licked her lips. “Oooh, ye gonna give it to me hard and - nnnngh! Baaaaa!”

A forceful, hard thrust from Spearmint silenced her remark, her words melting into a cacophony of moans and baas.

“Baaaahhh!“ The sudden penetration took Pom by complete surprise, her eyes widening as Spearmint's thick cock stretched her tight pussy beyond what she thought possible. “Oh my goodness! Aaahn! Yes!” She tried to lift herself up, to slam back against him and be a good slave, but found herself completely immobilized under his weight. Her hooves scrambled uselessly against the floor as she writhed with intense pleasure. “Oh fuck, yer so deep! I can feel ye in my womb!”

Spearmint didn’t answer; his focus was entirely consumed by the sensation of her slick, velvety walls gripping him tightly. Each thrust was deliberate, measured, and filled with purpose. He wanted to savor every second, the way her body quivered beneath him, the way she clenched down on him each time he pulled back. But the intoxicating pleasure surging through him began to fray his control, urging him to abandon restraint and give in to the raw, primal need clawing at his senses.

Her plush ass clapped loudly against his groin with each powerful thrust, the sound filling the room like a percussive rhythm. Her tight walls squeezed him like a vice, drawing him deeper with every stroke, threatening to undo him entirely.

Pom's moans grew louder and more frequent, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The occasional throaty baa echoed through the room, drowning out Velvet and Arizona’s moans and moos in the background. The size difference between her and her Master was wonderfully apparent, and she could feel every inch of Spearmint's cock as it plunged in and out of her. The sheer size of his cock, coupled with her new purpose in life, stirred up sensations she had never experienced before. It was entering a realm beyond mere delight, surpassing the concept of pleasure, and it was hastily becoming too much for her to handle.

Her mind went blank, consumed by the overwhelming pleasure radiating from her core, as the first of what would become many orgasms struck her. “Yes, yes, yes! More! Use me like a proper - mmmph - fucktoy!” She tried bucking back against Spearmint's thrusts, but she was still entirely pinned down. “Fuck me harder, Master! Make me your next milk machine!”

The scent of sex permeated the air, with a mixture of their mutual natural aromas. An aroma of mint and wildflowers danced in their sinuses, the underlying carnal smell of sex only elevating the entire thing. As sweat began to bead down both their bodies, the scent of their coupling only drove Spearmint further.

“Baaaaah! Baaaaah! Nnngh! Fuck me harder!” Pom screamed with pleasure, her entire body shaking as tremors of delight ran through her thanks to yet another orgasm. “Breed yer lamb! Flood me depths!” Drool dripped from her mouth, pooling on the floor beneath her. “Aaahn! Make me - baaaah - ass bounce! I’m yer slut!” Her small tail wagged rapidly, tickling Spearmint’s belly. “A need your cum! Knock me up!”

Her lustful cries, her writhing body, and the way her words dripped with desperate need sent Spearmint over the edge. A surge of raw dominance overtook him, and without warning, he withdrew from her soaked depths. Pom whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her hips instinctively bucking backward in search of him. But before she could protest further, he moved swiftly, wrapping his strong forelegs beneath her hind legs and lifting her with ease.

Pom gasped as her body was shifted, her hind legs pinned upward as Spearmint forced her into a full nelson position. The stretch flaunted her flexibility, her body now completely exposed and vulnerable as he stood upright, her frame dangling in his hold.

“What…what are ye doing, Master?” she stammered, looking past her udder and at his cock as it slid back and forth along her slit. “Get it back inside me.”

“With pleasure!”

With those words, Spearmint slammed Pom down, impaling her fully on his cock. Gravity and strength worked in perfect tandem as he used her body like a true fleshlight, each powerful motion driving him deeper into her trembling form. His tip kissed her womb with every brutal thrust, each impact sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her.

Pom’s mind teetered on the brink, her screams of bliss echoing through the room as her body tensed again and again, shuddering with relentless, back-to-back orgasms. If she hadn’t already been enslaved to him, her mind would’ve undoubtedly been shattered by now.

“Sho…good!” Pom slurred, her words drunk with lust. “Sho much…coooock!”

Spearmint showed no mercy, driving into her over and over with an unrelenting rhythm. Her pussy was like a divine embrace, her velvety walls coaxing pleasure from his every nerve as if she existed solely to milk him dry. Her cries of ecstasy weren’t just moans, they were a song of submission, a chorus of conquest that spurred him on with every note. The rhythmic bounce of her soft, full udder caught his eye, and it was that tantalizing sight that reminded him what this was all about.

With a final, all-out thrust, Spearmint buried himself to the hilt within Pom’s drooling snatch. He growled deeply, as his balls tightened, and finally, he groaned as he unleashed his gift into Pom’s awaiting depths. Rope after rope of seed entered her womb, flooding her most sacred chamber with ease.

Pom felt every hot pulse, every wave of his release as it filled her completely. The sheer volume of cum entering her left no doubt in her mind, she had been bred. The knowledge of her Master’s seed taking root within her sent her spiraling into her most intense orgasm yet. Throwing her head back, her eyes rolled to the whites, and a deafening baa tore from her lips, echoing through the room as she shuddered violently. The pleasure struck her like a supernova, leaving her limp and utterly spent beneath him.

Her abdomen bulged as more and more cum was pumped into her, partially inflating her belly with seed. She looked a few weeks pregnant from the cum alone, yet the fun was yet to begin in that regard. Her pussy ensured she’d milk him for every last drop, clenching down with ferocity, making sure he’d have knocked her up ten times over if possible.

Spearmint felt like he was pumping gallons upon gallons of cum into her. Of course, it was nowhere near that much, but his senses were going haywire all the while. His sense of time faded, as the seconds he spent breeding her properly felt like hours, and the sensation of her pussy squeezing down on his length felt beyond amazing.

Slowly regaining his senses, as both his and her orgasms began to subside, Spearmint gingerly lowered Pom to the ground. Her legs were too weak to stand, as she felt forward, ass raised as cum gushed out of her depths. He gave her asscheeks a firm smack, making her tail wag even faster.

“That was amazing….” she groaned. “A’m knocked up for sure! Ye are the best, Master…”

A wicked smile split Spearmint’s muzzle, as he smacked her ass again. “Now join the other two as one of my mindless cows.”

Pom’s eyes went wide, and, before she could react, they soon glazed over as a dopey smile spread itself across her countenance. Her tongue lolled out, as she swayed her hips and panted like an animal in heat.

“Mooooo~” she cooed, her instincts reverted to the most primal of behaviors.

Spearmint smirked, looking between her and his two other slaves. All three were utterly mindless, wholly obedient, and perfectly slutty—add in their literal empty cow states, and it was a sight to behold.

“Lift your leg and show me your udder, slut,” Spearmint commanded.

Without hesitation, Pom obeyed, raising a hind leg high and proudly flaunting her hefty udder. Her breaths came in short, heavy pants as she moaned softly, releasing another submissive moo. She trembled with need, the slight bounce of her udder drawing Spearmint’s hungry gaze. Bending down, he hovered his muzzle inches away from her udder, slowly moving closer until he latched his lips around one of her nipples.

He was instantly greeted with a sweet, creamy, and delightful milk that only a sheep could produce. It had faint hints of wild berries and mint, overwhelming his taste buds with a flavor truly unique to a rare species of Reine. He began gulping it down greedily, savoring the divine flavor of his newest slave. He knew the instant he tasted her product she’d be selling bottles of milk like hotcakes.

Pom moaned above him, mooing with pleasure as he drank straight from her tap. Her panting intensified, as Spearmint kept gulping down and siphoning the nectar she made. Eventually however, he was satisfied, as he pulled away from her udder and wiped his mouth.

“Get on a machine, slut.”

Pom nodded, happily trotting over towards Arizona and Velvet. Spearmint felt his cock throb as he watched her ass jiggle as she walked, fully realizing he now had three incredibly sexy slaves to serve him. Smiling with satisfaction, he levitated a new milking machine over towards Pom. She positioned her udder over the metal bar like the other two had, and soon enough, Spearmint attached the machine to her and started it up.

The room filled with a trio of slaves mooing with pleasure, as Arizona, Velvet, and Pom all were being milked. The three were giving him plenty of inventory to sell, and he could already see the money rolling in for him. It was as if all stress in the world had faded away. He had constant on demand pussy, an incredibly healthy stream of wealth, and the opportunity for growing his harem was always possible.

He circled behind his three slaves, taking in the glorious lineup of asses before him. Pom stood on the left, her small tail wagging enthusiastically. Arizona was in the middle, and Velvet was on the right, their bodies trembling with delight as the machine milked them. Together, they were a breathtaking display of servitude, and the sight of their swaying, bouncing rumps was too much for him to resist.

Spearmint’s lust boiled over, and without hesitation, he mounted Arizona. His hooves gripped her sides firmly as he aligned himself, and with a single, forceful thrust, he buried his cock deep into her waiting cunt. Arizona let out a loud, guttural moo, her body shuddering as her walls clenched tightly around his length, desperate to milk him for all he was worth.

He reached out to his sides, gripping Velvet and Pom’s asses. He squeezed and caressed their pillowy cheeks, earning pleasured moos from them both. It was pure heaven. Being able to have his way with such hot creatures, savoring every sight, sound, and feeling they provided—nothing else could beat it.

He looked up, eyeing his store. With how much money he was making, he could upgrade. Maybe buy out the neighboring stores and expand his growing empire. Plus, there were bound to be more creatures wandering into Reine, which meant he’d need more space. Add in that there were a few more does he wouldn’t mind enslaving and using, and he had plenty of excuses to expand.

A smirk split his muzzle, as he indulged himself in the sensations his three slaves provided. He would expand his empire. He will grow his power. And most importantly.

He’d get plenty more slaves.

Author's Note

Patrons get to vote on the next TFH character! So far, Oleander has won that poll, but there may be a revote as its close!