Them’s Milkin’ Herds

by Ebonyglow

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Sex, Them's Fightin' Herds, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 27202

Spearmint's business endeavors in Reine City have been nothing but failures. However, with a surge of visiting foreign creatures, an idea strikes him. The citizens of Reine love milk, and these visitors can offer very unique kinds.

Spearmint has tried and failed to make his business in Reine city work. A clothing shop, a gig selling grain, and even a brief stint as a fortune teller using his speciality in hypnotic magic. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, each one would fail.

Down on his luck, and desperate for an avenue of success, eavesdropping on a few passing deer gives him the best idea he's ever had. With a sudden visiting cow named Arizona, he has the genius idea of utilizing the cow for her milk. The deer in Reine love the delicious, dairy delight, and any kinds of it are worth a fortune. Setting his eyes on her, and plenty of other visiting creatures, he finds himself utilizing his hypnotic skills for something much more ambitious than fortune telling.

Arizona, Velvet, Pom, Paprika, Oleander, Tian, Shanty, and Nidra; visiting ungulates all on a quest of their own, but Spearmint has plans to add them to his own quest.

To establish the premiere milk service in Reine.

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Story Contains: The cast of TFH being hypnotized into eager milk machines, mind control (duh), milking (also duh), impregnation, pregnancy, plenty of crotchtit and udder fun, thick rumps galore, cow print outfits, and lots and lots of milk.

Published 2023-08-29 23:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2025-01-27 22:08:57 UTC

Chapter 1

Spearmint fumbled with an array of papers on his desk, mumbling to himself quietly. An abundance of bills, notices, and more were spread out across the table—all instilling a sense of hopelessness in him.

Try and try, business after business, nothing worked for him. The large building he was renting on the edge of Reine City was supposed to be his big break, but after three years of failed business attempts, it was looking like it’d just be what ruined his life.

Clothing, selling grains, even a brief period where he utilized his incredible specialty in hypnotic magic to be a fortune teller—none worked out. The location was good, but actually finding a selling point was the real struggle.

Sighing, pushing aside all his paperwork, Spearmint trotted out of his office. Entering the main section of his shop, he scanned the area. It was barren for the most part, being he sold everything in it for an extra bit of salt to hold him over for the next few weeks. He’d been struggling to figure out what his next scheme would be, and unless he figured out something big, there wouldn’t be another one after that.

Trotting to the entrance of his shop, he pushed the door open and stepped out into the cold streets of Reine. The capital city of the deerfolk was always bustling with life, and such was the case on the street Spearmint’s shop was located at. Many reindeer pranced about, chatting and going about their days. Spearmint wasn’t the most social buck, but he did enjoy eyeing up the does that would waltz through the streets.

He had his eyes locked on two familiar does, Dancer and Vixen, as they trotted by him. The sight of Dancer’s dark brown rump bouncing with each step she took was as juicy as always, and Vixen’s fat, pink asscheeks bouncing beside hers made for a lovely sight. The two does were wholly unaware of the buck eyeing up their plump posteriors, due to the intense conversation they were having.

“I’m telling you! A cow just came into the city!” Dancer assured, stamping her hoof against the ground.

Spearmint’s ear twitched at the mention of a cow. Foreign visitors to Reine were an extremely rare occurrence, especially a creature from the Prairie.

Vixen rolled her eyes. “Psssht, yeah right! Like the guards would let a cow of all things through the gates!”

“I’m telling you they did! Rumor has it it’s because she offered them some milk from the Prairie!”

Spearmint’s eyes went wide. That was it—milk. The deer in Reine City loved their milk. It was an extremely expensive and rare import into the city. It was so sought after even deer milk was incredibly pricey. If he could find a way to have a healthy flow of the delicious substance come out of his shop, he’d be set.

And cow milk was a perfect start.

Eavesdropping on the two further, still opting to slip the occasional glance at their plump rumps, Spearmint listened until they slipped around the corner and out of earshot. He knew enough from their gossiping—the visiting heifer was wandering around the town’s square.

Shutting his empty shop’s door behind him, locking it with his magic, Spearmint hastily began to make his way to the town center of Reine. His mind raced, an abundance of ideas running through it. He hadn’t a clue who this cow was or how she behaved, but he had to keep her here—no matter what.

Turning a street corner, he peeked out from behind a building and towards the center of town. Low and behold, it was impossible to miss his target. A rather small, brown cow wearing a small bandana around her neck was hastily trotting around, asking and pestering Reine’s residents with questions. The disgusted looks she was receiving from the deer was expected, being Reine’s residents didn’t take nicely to outsiders.

Fluffing up his chest floof, hoping to appear as appealing as possible, Spearmint made his way towards the cow. He prayed he’d be able to coax her into staying, but he knew deep down his proposal to keep her as a milk mare was downright absurd.

“Gosh darnit! Why're all these deer so upstuck! All ah wanna do is find the darn museum!” the cow huffed, stamping her hoof against the ground.

Spearmint’s eyes temporarily trailed back to the heifer’s fat ass as she stamped, seeing it jiggle wondrously before his eyes, but he quickly shook his head. He had priorities.

“Ahem,” Spearmint started, clearing his throat and making himself known. “Hello, who might you be?”

The cow whirled around, beaming up at him. “Finally! A friendly, welcoming deer! Didn’t think it was possible!” She puffed her chest out, looking smug. “Ah’m Arizona! Also known as the champ’een of the Prairie!”

Her mention of being the champion of the Prairie sent a surge of worry through Spearmint. If she was a champion, she had very little intent on staying put—he knew that much. She was a long way from home, seemed rather prideful, and was clearly quite fiery. Having her be willing to degrade herself into being his milk machine was a long, long shot.

“W-Well, Arizona,” he stammered, trying to compose himself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Spearmint.”

Arizona looked around, sighing. “Pleasure, Mr. Spearmint! I’ve been lookin’ for the museum around here, but nobody’s been helpful!”

Spearmint raised a brow, side-eyeing the path that would lead Arizona right to the museum. He could be a good guy, helping her out and just giving her directions, but that wasn’t his goal. He needed her, and her body especially, to be a tool for him. He was desperate, and honestly he always was a sleazy businessman, so he wasn’t one to hesitate to lie.

“Ah, probably because it’s closed.”

“Closed?!” Arizona blurted, looking distraught. “B-but it can’t be! Ah’ve gotta get more information on the Prophet’s Key!”

A segue, exactly what Spearmint was looking for. His lie about the museum being closed had bore fruit, a perfect opportunity for him to lure her towards his shop and let him pitch his deal to her.

“Information on the Prophet’s Key? Well, I can give you some of that and much more!”

Arizona lit up, looking up at him with wonder. “Wait, really?! Well what’re ya waiting for?! Tell me!”

Spearmint shook his head. “I can’t tell, I can only show.” He gestured a foreleg towards the street he came from. “Care to follow me to my shop?”

Arizona gave him a suspicious look at first, eyeing him up and down before shrugging. “Well, alright!”

Hearing her accept his offer, Spearmint began to trot towards his home. He had barely spoken with her, but he could tell she wasn’t exactly the brightest. Regardless, she was a champion, which meant she packed a punch. He hoped his proposal wouldn’t anger her too much if she was against it—lest he would find himself clobbered into the ground.

Weaving through the twists and turns of the city, spotting many deer throwing Arizona a scornful glare, Spearmint ran ideas through his head. He could possibly bribe her with money, after all, salt was a precious currency and surely a cow like her would love a good financial opportunity. Maybe she may be interested in being allowed to stay in such a prestigious city by working with him, or perhaps she’d just be interested in working with him just for him—as far-fetched as that sounded.

Regardless, he needed to sell her on it.

Coming up to his shop, he glanced over his shoulder, seeing that Arizona had tailed right behind him the entire time. She innocently looked around, curiously eyeing the architecture of the city’s buildings, eyes shimmering with wonder. Feeling a tinge of guilt within him, Spearmint hesitated.

Still, he’d do anything to ensure he had a stable livelihood. Being broke meant being kicked out of Reine, and in turn meant being tossed into the wild Tundra. With the return of predators, it’d mean a death sentence for him. Morals, kindness and more meant nothing—he needed to make this work.

Pressing the door open, he motioned for Arizona to enter. “Go on in! I’ve got lots to share.”

Arizona paused, squinting into the dim building. She pursed her lip, analyzing the dusty confines, her suspicion clear as day. It seemed she was a touch naive, but even the most naive ungulates could probably sense something was fishy.

“Riiiiight…” she breathed, shooting a glance at him. “If you’re up to anythin’ tricky, ah promise you I’ll show you why I’m the champ of the Prairie.”

Spearmint forced a smile, nervously chuckling. “I’d never, my new friend. Please, come inside.”

Shooting him an unconvinced look, Arizona shrugged her shoulders and waltzed into his shop. Glancing at her rump once more, finding his mind briefly wandering into lecherous territory as it bounced, Spearmint grimaced and quickly slipped into the building. Letting his mind wander again was not the plan, he needed to focus. With Arizona now fully in the shop, he shut the door behind him, instinctively locking it as he turned to face her.

He was met with her stooped down facing him, in a prepared fighting stance as she huffed hot air from her nostrils. Spearmint’s eyes went wide, as he recoiled and pressed back against the front door in fear.

“Now, ya wanna tell me why you went and locked that door?” Arizona seethed, glowering at him. “I may seem dumb, but I ain’t oblivious.”

Spearmint raised his forelegs, waving them before him innocently. “No, no! You’ve got it all wrong! I just lock it on instinct!”

Arizona narrowed her gaze, unconvinced. “Right…and you brought me to this dusty, empty ole room because it was on instinct too?”

Spearmint felt his heart skip a beat, as his plan was swiftly falling apart. Finding himself needing to shift the topic from the unsavory setting of their meeting place, he cleared his throat.

“It’s good to keep things private if we’re discussing some - er - serious topics, isn’t it?”

His words seemed to work, at least a portion, as Arizona eased up slightly. “Well…ah suppose so.”

Taking a deep breath, finding himself able to finally calm down, Spearmint glanced around the shop. It did look suspicious, but more so, it looked totally hopeless. The cow with him in the building right now was his best bet. He had to maintain his lie for a bit, possibly get to know her more, and then he’d try and latch onto the best opportunity.

“So, what about the Prophet’s Key do you know?” he asked.

Arizona sheepishly kicked at the ground, frowning. “Well, honestly. Not that much. Mah Pa told a me a bit and I’ve got a few trinkets to help me along the way, but ah really am missin’ some more hefty leads.”

Spearmint fumbled with his little knowledge of the Prophet’s Key in his mind. With the return of predators, it was a hot topic in Reine, especially thanks to that pretentious doe he had seen on occasion named Velvet ranting about how she’ll find it. He knew barely anything about it, but he had to give himself more time to warm up to Arizona. She had little knowledge, and seemed naive enough, so lying a bit more surely couldn’t hurt.

“Well, don’t worry! I know plenty on it!”

Her smile grew again, looking up at him excitedly. “Oh?! C’moooon, ya gotta stop teasin’ me! Spill the beans!” Her suspicious look returned. “Unless you’re lying about knowing.”

Spearmint glowered at her. “Who here knows about the museum and key? If you wanna have an attitude I can send you on your way.”

Arizona recoiled. “Point taken...”

“Regarding the museum, like I said, it’s closed,” Spearmint furthered.

Arizona’s smile dropped. “Ah can go to it tomorrow at least.”

“And it’s gonna be closed for at least three months.”

“What?!”

Arizona’s outburst nearly made Spearmint jump, eyes going wide as he stumbled backward. Looking over at Arizona, he could see her wide-eyed, bewildered look.

“That’s way too long! Ah can’t wait forever! The Prairie is countin’ on me!”

“A-ta-ta,” Spearmint tutted, wagging a hoof before her. “That’s where I come in!”

“Oh right!” Arizona chirped. “You said you’d tell me more about it! Do ya know what’s in there? It’ll save me time!”

Spearmint paused, realizing he just backed himself into a corner and forced himself to find some kind of made up story about the key.

“Uh…right, well, thing is…” He raked his mind for an idea, the conniving parts of his mind conjuring up a perfect setup. “I can’t just tell you what I know.”

Arizona scrunched her muzzle, huffing air out of her nose in frustration. “Oh, come on! Cut it out!” She snarled. “You take me to this weird house, rant about knowin’ so much, and now you aren’t gonna tell me what I need?!”

“Listen to what I have to say and you’ll at least find out much more than what you’d have learned from the museum, and sooner.”

“Fine,” she huffed.

Spearmint took a deep breath, issuing a silent prayer to the stars above that this would work. “If you want the information outta me, you’ll need to do something for me.”

Arizona’s glare deepened. “Like?”

“Well, you’re a healthy, spry cow,” Spearmint furthered.

Arizona remained quiet.

“And, you’re young. How old, eighteen?”

“Twenty,” she snarled.

Spearmint snickered. “Just a few years younger than me.”

“Cut to the chase.”

Spearmint could hear the anger in her voice, but he at least had leverage. She needed information, and if he could keep her here for a while, he’d be able to get something out of her.

“Fine. If you want to know what I know, which is way more than that museum would've ever taught you, then I have one last question,” he furthered.

“And ah might have an answer,” Arizona growled.

“How much milk can you make?”

Spearmint’s question made Arizona’s face go a deep shade of red. Her eyes went wide, her body stiffened, and her expression warped into utter disbelief. Shaking her head, embarrassed from even being asked such a question, she sputtered her response.

“W-what did you say?!”

Taking a deep, nervous gulp, Spearmint repeated his question. “H-how much milk do you make?”

“W-Why're you asking me that?!”

“Because I need you to make lots of milk for me for a few months if you want any real information.”

Arizona's jaw dropped. “Are you serious?” Her bewildered expression quickly began to shift to rage. “Who the buck do you think you are?!”

Spearmint’s biggest fear was quickly becoming a reality. Stumbling backwards, he found himself pressing against the door as Arizona lowered herself in a prepared stance.

“I-It’s the only way you’ll get any information from me!”

“You’re insane! Y-you think I’d stoop that low?!” Arizona scolded, her enraged voice shaky as she was still flustered.

Unable to think properly, Spearmint blurted out the first thing on his mind. “Aren’t all you dumb Prairie cows pathetic enough to be milkers?”

Slapping his hoof over his mouth, Spearmint realized what he had said. Years of living in Reine meant the pretentious, smug demeanor the city carried rubbed off on him, and in turn, he too found himself looking down on other creatures that weren’t deer. He slowly dragged his eyes up to Arizona’s face. The room was dead silent, but the look on her face was all he needed to see to realize the scale of his fuck up. She was still red in the face, though this time it wasn’t of embarrassment, no, now it was red with sheer rage.

Grinding her teeth together, Arizona took a fierce step forward, shaking the entire room. “Pathetic, huh?” She took another, making Spearmint cower back. “Yah think that’s what we cows are like?!”

“I…I’m sorry I didn’t mean it!” Spearmint pleaded, frantically trying to unlock the door.

Arizona didn’t relent, taking another step towards him. “And dumb? The museum ain’t even closed, isn’tit?” She dragged a forehoof against the floor, preparing to charge. “You just assumed ah’d be dumb enough to fall for it forever, huh?!”

“N-no! I think you’re quite smart!” Spearmint apologized.

“And you don’t even know anythin’ about the key I bet!” Arizona growled, huffing hot air from her nostrils. “Well, I’ll teach you what happens to those who disrespect the Prairie.”

All too terrified to realize it, Spearmint was oblivious to the intense volumes of magic funneling into his horns. In life or death situations, prey were capable of channeling immense volumes of magic into their bodies. Sparks danced across his antlers, swirls dotting them, as a spell he specialized in began to form itself without him even knowing.

“P-please! I’m sorry! I just needed a chance!!!”

“You’ll learn to not mess with the Prairie folk!”

Arizona charged at him, angling her petite horns down as she battered towards him with fury powering her every step. The room shook from the sheer strength behind every step she took, as Spearmint braced for what he feared was the end. An intense, electrifying sensation ran through his body, one he thought was maybe an instantaneous death from the impact that was approaching him, but a gasp beside him snapped him from his panicked delirium.

“Agh! What the?!”

Prying his eyes open, Spearmint saw an intense blast of magic shooting out of his horns and straight at Arizona. It was funneling into her head, as she stumbled backwards, frantically shaking her head. Spearmint’s eyes went wide, recognizing the spell he was casting and the feeling washing over him.

Each time he used his hypnotic magic, he felt a faint rush go through him, but what he was feeling now was that same sensation but upped a hundred times over. He knew it was the spell, as the strings of magic flying into Arizona’s head were the exact same color.

“Gah! G-get out of mah head!”

Spearmint’s eyes went wide. His hypnotic magic was never this strong, only capable of causing an illusion or allowing him to read someone’s thoughts for a second, but he could feel his influence literally flowing into Arizona’s mind. Steadying himself, knowing this was do or die, he focused his magic, unknowing of what the result would be.

Arizona writhed in place, stumbling from side to side. “S-stop it! Ah p-promise when I get mah hooves on you! Ghhhk!”

“Just - tch - give in! I’m not letting you hurt me!” Spearmint shot back, managing to take a step towards her.

His beam of magic strengthened, pummeling her mental barriers. He could feel himself conquering her mind bit by bit, undoing her free will by the seams. The feeling was a rush, something entirely new—something incredibly amazing. He never thought his knack for mental magic would ever amount to this, but he had a creature as powerful as Arizona on the ropes.

“Nnngh! N-no! I can’t!” Arizona’s eyes fluttered, as she looked over at him. “G-give in…?”

Spearmint felt his influence seep deeper into her. His own senses danced, as if he was becoming entwined with her own for a moment. Seizing the opening in her fortitude, he took another step forward as his magic strengthened.

“Yes! Give in! Obey and yield to my will!”

An empty, dopey smile slowly began to spread across Arizona’s muzzle. “Obey…M-Master…” She pulled back, shaking her head. “Grah! No! You…you little…”

Spearmint could feel his energy waning. He wasn’t prepared for this. He had never used so much energy, nor did he even know he had it in him, and though he could maybe learn to utilize it better, pushing himself so much after unlocking this strength for the first time was certainly asking too much of his luck. He had to finish her off. He had no idea what it’d entail, but he had to.

He grit his teeth, focusing every bit of his will into his magic. Damn this cow and her perception, and damn her for trying to foil his one chance to survive. He was pressing into her mind, morphing her to his will, and he let his spite, anxiety, fear, determination and ire drive him to push her to the edge. Pulling together all he had, he heaved air into his lungs, surged an immense amount of energy into his horn, and let out a fierce scream.

“Fall to my will!”

He heard an intense scream escape from Arizona, before the entire room lit up with a bright light. Everything around him went blank. His ears rang, his body felt numb, his eyes were blinded, and even his nose stung as he took a sharp breath. His every joint ached, cracking and clicking as he rolled across his shop’s floor. His horns felt like they were on fire, stinging and dancing with pain that forced him to bite his lip.

His sense of reality and everything around him had been turned on its head. All he knew was his magic wasn’t being used anymore, and he had no idea where Arizona was. He feared he failed, that when he got up he’d be met with a well-deserved fatal buck to the face by the heifer, but an inkling of himself held on to the unimaginable prospect that his sudden surge of magic had let him win.

He placed his hooves against the ground, wincing with pain as a burning sensation ran down his body. It stung, as if he had frostbite over his limbs, but with fear and hope driving him, he slowly raised himself off the ground. The room was dead silent, bar his pained groans and the occasional…panting?

His mind was scrambled by the unexpected sound, wholly confused by what it could be from. Already shocked to not find himself being thrown across the room by a blow from Arizona, he willed together the courage to glance up. Dragging his eyes up, he could see Arizona’s hooves. He was terrified, but he moved his gaze up further. He could tell she was standing, likely ready to pounce on him, but he still had some hope.

His eyes froze on her tongue, watching as it lazily lolled out of her mouth. Her panting was clear as day, confirming the source of the sound to him, but what made his heart skip a beat was what was right above it. Bringing his attention a few inches upwards, he met her eyes. Swirls funneled within them, and resting within her pupils were hearts.

His jaw nearly dropped.

“Hello, Master!” Arizona chirped, smiling dumbly over at him.

He had somehow won.

Chapter 2

Spearmint fell back onto his rump, unable to fathom the sight before him. There was Arizona, hypnotic swirls in her scleras, hearts in her pupils, tail wagging happily, and tongue lolling out dumbly. She looked utterly pathetic. Totally submissive and conquered—the very opposite of how she seemed moments ago.

Sitting before her, Spearmint reached up and touched his antlers. He let out a yelp of pain as a spark shot out of them. “Okay…guess those are out of commission for a bit. Though I can’t blame them…”

He slowly and hesitantly stood up. It felt surreal, almost like he had been knocked out and this was all a dream. His magic suddenly surging in power was one thing, him being able to conquer someone’s mind was another, but him doing all this to a champion and one as menacing as Arizona?

That was a whole different story.

Yet here she was, clearly his slave from how she just called him Master. Her words echoed in his mind, filling him with a flurry of emotions. Excitement, confusion, relief, and curiosity all welled within him. It was bewildering to say the least.

“Ouch!” he yelped, childishly pinching himself to ensure this wasn’t a dream. “Okay…yeah…this is real.”

“Is somethin’ wrong, Master?” Arizona asked, tilting her head, concerned.

Her slight robotic tone was a bit off putting to Spearmint. Her usual rowdy tone, albeit threatening just moments ago, was welcoming and oddly charming. He wasn’t sure of the extent of his control over her, but if he could adjust that eventually, he would.

“No…nothing is wrong…” he paused, feeling a devious part of his inner self blooming, “slave.”

Being referred to as his slave seemed to make Arizona happy, as her dopey smile furthered. “Oh! I’m glad to hear, Master. How may I serve you?”

Still struggling to grasp that she was under his control, Spearmint hesitantly took a step towards her. “What are you?”

“Your slave, Master,” she replied without hesitating, her tail still wagging.

Spearmint took another step. “What is your purpose?”

“To obey your every command and please ya however possible.”

His confidence began to grow. “Will you obey every command I give you?”

Arizona nodded. “Yes, Master! You own my mind and body! Ah’m nothin’ more than your slave!”

Her words made a shiver run down Spearmint’s spine. The idea of conquering someone’s mind was both hot as it was rather shocking. From the looks of it, her personality was mostly warped, which, yes, was arousing, but also a touch dark. Still, he surely could find a way to make her act more of herself whenever he wanted to. Regardless, she was saying she was his slave, and that he owned her. The concept was downright amazing, and he couldn’t fight back the curiosity filling him.

A smug grin began to split Spearmint’s muzzle. “How long are you under my control?”

“Well…” Arizona began, tapping her chin. “The sheer power of your spell was huge! I should be your slave indefinitely until you decide to release me, Master!”

Spearmint was nearly giddy. He had a slave, and a damn strong one at that. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined his magic amounting to something like this. Not only did he now have what he intended to be a permanent slave, but more importantly…

“My milk machine~” he cooed.

He had it—a savior in the form of a brainwashed heifer. She’d be his key to survival, to keeping himself afloat in Reine. Her milk was going to make him a fortune. Cow’s milk was insanely rare, which meant her goods were to sell for insane amounts of salt.

“Well, slave, I suppose it’s time I put you to work!” he stated, glancing around.

Arizona’s ear twitched. “Happily, Master! What would ya like me to do?”

Spearmint surveyed the area, sighing. “Well, first I have to go buy some equipment to properly set you up as my milk machine. I’ll probably need a few suction -“

“But ah can’t make milk, Master.”

Halting his sentence, Spearmint turned towards Arizona. “What was that, slave?”

“Ah can’t make milk,” she repeated. “At least, not right now.”

A wave of worry washed over Spearmint. “And why can’t you?”

Arizona’s tail lifted itself up notably higher, as she replied. “Ah’m not pregnant.”

Spearmint felt like an idiot, having wholly forgotten that aspect of things. To have milk be produced, whomever was making it had to be pregnant. For now, all Arizona was was a mindless cow that was incapable of making him his product.

“Agh! How could I forget that?!” he groaned. “Now what are we going to do?!”

“You could get me pregnant, Master.”

Spearmint froze in place. “Pardon?”

Arizona shrugged. “Ah’m your slave, Master, which means I can also be your sex slave.” She swayed her hips, flaunting her fat ass. “You can fuck me whenever you want. If you cum inside mah pussy, you’ll knock me up for sure.” She turned, raising a hind leg and showing off her udder. “I’ll be making milk like you want right away if ya do that.”

Spearmint’s eyes locked onto that udder of hers. He’d seen many racks during his period of perving on the residents of Reine, but no doe’s udder could even dream of comparing to the fat rack Arizona had on her. The soft, tempting mound of pillowy flesh bounced below her as she spread her legs, letting her nipples tease Spearmint’s imagination.

His mind wandered, imagining himself in bed with her, sucking on that hefty udder of hers. Coaxing out her delicious milk as she twitched and moaned before him, begging her Master to milk her more and more. He could see it clear as day, sucking on her even bigger udder as he looked past her gravid belly and into her enthralled eyes.

Feeling his cock begin to harden, the prospect of breeding her filling his mind, he became conflicted. He might have been desperate, but he’d be railing her against her will. Though, from how she was now, her will was his will—and from how excited she seemed, she clearly liked the idea of being fucked by him. She was Arizona, just…under some proper control now. Being able to plow and breed such a hot cow was an opportunity no buck would ever decline, and he was quickly finding himself leaning towards indulging himself in his new slave.

“Slave…show me your ass and present yourself,” he mumbled, still eyeing her udder lustfully.

“Of course, Master,” she replied, beginning to turn.

Spearmint’s eyes went wide as his lust immediately skyrocketed. He knew her ass was fat from the way it curved when he had been facing her from the front, but with her now presenting her thick cheeks to him, his cock throbbed below him. Sweat glistened on her soft flesh, and as she spread her hind legs, he saw much much more.

Her winking, slavering pussy drooled with her lust, trails of her arousal running down her thick thighs and towards the floor below. Resting above it, her ponut, glistening with sweat just like her cheeks, winked at him as well, calling to his carnal instincts to claim the taut hole. Her udder swayed below her, as she motioned her hips back and forth. The sight only became all the more arousing, as, seemingly on her own volition, she tensed her body and threw her hips back. A firm clap rang out as her cheeks slammed together, rippling her ass’ fat as she twerked a few more times.

Morals be damned, if anything was going to convince him to do such an unfathomable act to Arizona, that bouncing ass of hers was it. She wanted it, at least this version of her, and he was going to give her it. He needed his milk machine, and pumping her full with a calf was the way to get it. Glancing at the lone table in the room, Spearmint nudged his head towards it.

“Bend over on that table, slave.”

Arizona ceased her twerking. “Yes, Master.”

She trotted over to the table, letting Spearmint drink in how her ass bounced with every step she took. She was an incredible catch, and he couldn’t have asked for a hotter first, accidental slave. Seeing her mount herself over the table, he smirked.

“Spread your legs, slave.”

Arizona nodded. “Happily, Master!”

“Now raise your tail.”

“Alrighty!”

Glancing ahead, he eyed the wonderfully presented heifer before him. Fat asscheeks, a huge udder, a puffy ponut, and a winking cunt—she was the perfect two for one combo of a milk machine and a sex slave.

Spearmint licked his lips, eyeing Arizona’s slavering lower lips. “I’m going to breed you now, Arizona.”

Arizona’s tail flicked above her, the swirls in her eyes constant and steady as she looked back at him. “Can’t wait, Master!”

Coming up behind her, Spearmint reared onto his hind legs. Slapping his cock between her cheeks, he slowly ground himself against her. Her plump flanks hugged his massive shaft as her juices and sweat slickened it. Sinking his hooves into her asscheeks, giving them a hard smack each and lavishing the way they jiggled, Spearmint steadied himself.

Adjusting his hips, he brought the head of his cock to her pussy. He kissed her entrance, her winking folds teasing his tip as he readied himself. Earlier today, he was down on his luck and on the ropes, and now, mere hours later, he was about to impregnate the champion of the Prairie who was now his slave.

The thought, as surreal as it was, made Spearmint’s cock twitch with excitement. No longer holding any reservations, accepting the moral corruption his act was about to entail, he pivoted his hips and plunged right into Arizona’s depths.

A deep moan escaped Spearmint’s lips as Arizona’s walls clenched down onto his cock. Her depths were an angel’s embrace, massaging every last inch of his dick as he slowly sank into her. His eyes fluttered as he pushed further in, managing to fit his titanic length entirely within her. His tip kissed her waiting womb, her deepest chamber readily awaiting with eggs needing to be claimed.

Spearmint took a deep breath, holding himself within her as he drank in the sensations accosting him. He had gone some time without a lay, but he was fairly confident Arizona had the best pussy he had ever felt. His hips pressed into her fat asscheeks, as he raised a hoof and spanked her a few times. Each blow he made drove her pussy to clench down on him tighter, earning a deep groan from him.

He spanked her again, watching as her thick fat jiggled each time he did so. Her sweaty cheeks shimmered red from his strikes, but even with such intense efforts, he glanced up to see her expression remained the same. Tongue lolling out, dumbly smiling ahead while she panted—Arizona adorned that same express as she had originally.

“Slave?” Spearmint began. “Do you enjoy feeling my cock inside you?”

Arizona clenched down on him again. “Yes! It’s so big and thick! I love it, Master!”

“You’re not really making it seem that way…” Spearmint grumbled.

“Ah’m sorry, Master! I’m simply acting like a mindless bitch should!” She giggled, wagging her tail. “Ah really am excited to get bred by you, but ya never gave me permission to react!”

His ear twitched at her response. “Oh? I can make you act that way?”

“Well..yeah!” Arizona replied, chuckling. “How do ya want me to be?”

Spearmint winced with pleasure as her pussy gripped down on him again. “Haaa ~ Damn you’re tight.” He tapped his chin with a hoof. “How about your original self, but my obedient bitch and extra slutty?”

Arizona didn’t reply, only staring off emptily for a few seconds. Blinking wildly, she suddenly smirked, glancing back at him. She pushed her ass against him, clenched her walls down ever harder, and snickered.

“Heh, ready for a rodeo, Master?~”

Her lively tone, cheeky expression, and still swirl-filled eyes did Spearmint in, as he gripped her hips and snarled. “Let’s get you pregnant, slut.”

“Bring it! Ah can handle - nnngh! O-oh, Master!!!”

Spearmint began to pummel into Arizona with reckless abandon, cutting off the heifer’s retort as the air was soon filled with wet slaps and throaty moans. With her mind temporarily given proper purpose, Arizona had taken the initiative to thrust back into him in tune with his. They worked in unison, upping one another’s pleasure by a magnitude.

“Mmph! C-C’mon, Master! Fuck me senseless!” Arizona groaned, throwing her head back with pleasure.

The dynamic switch from seeing him as a stranger and trying to attack him, to seeing him as her Master and begging to be bred—the switch up Arizona had undergone made Spearmint hornier than he had ever been before. She had the fattest ass on any girl he had fucked before, the most tantalizing rack, and the circumstances that led to this were bizarre yet all the hotter.

“Oh I will!” Spearmint snarled, draping himself over her and thrusting with everything he had.

Her breath hitched, as she gave choked moans and gasps that stuttered from her body lurching forward each time Spearmint plunged into her. Her pussy went to work, tightening each time he went in, and loosening each time he pulled out. Her sweat-covered ponut kissed his belly each time he pushed into her, reminding him of its presence and earning a mental note in his mind to be railed later.

“Nnnf! H-hoo wee! Ahn! Fuck yes, Master!”

Arizona’s ecstatic cries echoed off the walls of the shop, only fueling the flames of Spearmint’s desire. Arizona’s natural, earthy scent flooded the air, mixing with Spearmint’s, creating an amorous concoction that flooded their sinuses with bliss.

On and on they went, fully intent on bringing one another to a climax. Spearmint yearned to hear his newly acquired slave’s moo of bliss, whilst Arizona wanted nothing more than to fulfill her order of bearing her Master’s calf so she may begin to enter her role as a milk machine.

The wait wouldn’t be all too long for either of them, as their rut was beginning to reach a head. Their pace intensified, their moans deepend, and the force of their mutual motions grew stronger with each meeting of their bodies. Arizona’s ass clapped over and over, all while Spearmint’s balls slapped against her meaty thighs, and the ultimate point of their embrace was moments away.

Feeling Spearmint beginning to flare within her, Arizona screamed with desperation. “Give me it, Master! Fill your slave up! Breed me! Ah need it!”

Her words were all Spearmint needed to hear. Leaning forward, he bit down on the bandana around her neck, tugging on it as he braced himself. She let out a surprised gasp as she was slightly choked by his move, not too much to be dangerous, but enough to add a flair of risk to their finale. Feeling her quiver intensely below him, Spearmint took a sharp breath and thrusted into her with one, final, all out motion.

Her molten depths embraced him lovingly, as her entire body seized around him. The sensation that danced over his member made his balls hike up, and in an instant his world began to spin. The sheer intensity of the climax that struck him sent him for a loop, as rope after rope of cum rocketed out of his member and into Arizona’s fertile depths.

“Y-yesssh! M-Moooooooo! Moooooster!!!!”

Arizona screamed with ecstasy below him, finding her orgasm slamming into her with the force of a dying star, as the sensation of his cum painting her walls swept over her. Her womb was flooded in mere seconds, claiming her to the fullest extent. With the volume within her already, any doubts of her becoming pregnant died—there wasn’t a chance in Foenum she wasn’t bearing his calf now.

It felt like an eternity was going by, as they each rode out their orgasms. A chorus of moos escaped Arizona as she was claimed against her true will, but her enslaved self lavished it. Spearmint grit his teeth together, shooting more and more of his spunk into her, unleashing the most impressive load of his life into his newly made breeding bitch.

Even through the throes of bliss they endured, their trip through nirvana needed to come to an end eventually. Heaving air into their lungs, they both collapsed forward in unison. Plopping onto the table, with Spearmint resting on top of Arizona, the two took time to gather their bearings. Sweat ran down their forms, the room reeked of sex, and both of them basked in the wondrous afterglow they now waded in.

However, Spearmint was firmly reminded of his true goal. Getting on demand pussy was amazing, but what truly mattered was finding a way to sustain living in Reine. Hastily pulling out of Arizona, a spurt of cum gushing out of her pussy as he did, he stumbled backwards and appreciated his work. Arizona’s glistening cheeks shimmered in the dim light, as cum pooled down her thighs and to the ground below. Even with it being freshly fucked, her pussy still winked wantonly. The sight was beyond hot, but Spearmint’s eyes trailed to what mattered most—her udder.

Arizona glanced back, chuckling. “Huff! Now ah gotta say, that was -“

“Go back to your dumb, mindless state, slave.”

Arizona’s eyes widened, a ting running through her before her surprised expression morphed into the same, empty smile from before. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth once again, as she looked ahead aimlessly.

Spearmint tried to summon magic into his antlers, wincing with pain as they sizzled with power again. Sighing, he stooped low to the ground. “I’ve gotta see if you’re pregnant, slave.”

“Yes, Master,” Arizona replied, her empty tone returned.

Ungulates always developed milk nearly instantly after being impregnated. If his task had been successful, her udder would already be swollen with milk, but there was only one way to check. Bringing his lips towards her swaying bosom, he wrapped them around one of her nipples. Reaching over with a hoof, he rubbed her udder and began to suck.

His taste buds were greeted by a sweet, creamy flavor, as fresh, magical milk filled his mouth. The taste was downright divine, eclipsing any drinks he had ever had before, and he suckled on her nipples with carnal hunger. Gulping down her refreshing nectar, hearing her moo above him, Spearmint’s spirits soared.

He had done it—he saved his hide. He had a constant, exclusive source for some rich and expensive cow’s milk, and that meant he now had a huge stream of salt coming in. His day has been perfect. Finding out he was capable of enslaving someone, breeding a banging hot cow, and now earning a new income stream. It was as ideal as things could get, and he simply continued to gulp down more of Arizona’s milk in celebration.

“Moo! Moo! Mooooo!”

Arizona moaned above him, soon letting out a throaty groan as a gush of lustful juices surged from her cunt. Cum dripped out of her bred pussy at an increased rate, as she thrusted her hips back into the empty air, occasionally clapping her asscheeks together as she did. It was clear as day his sucking had brought her to another climax, and, as Spearmint pulled his lips away from her udder to admire her jiggle cheeks, he smiled.

“You know…I don’t need to get the equipment to make you my milk machine right away…”

He stood up, standing upright once more as he dove towards Arizona’s rump. Grabbing her asscheeks, he pried them apart, lasering his focus on her now spread ponut laying between them. Bringing his muzzle forward, he nuzzled her backdoor with it, taking a deep breath.

His sinuses flooded with her scent, sweet and aromatic. It sent a tingle through his body, filling him with delight, as his cock quickly reached its full size below him. Pressing his nose against her sweaty ponut further, he squeezed her asscheeks gently. He felt her instinctively press back into him, ushering him to act. Moving his nose away from her asshole, he soon brought his mouth to it. Diving forward, he latched his lips around her slickened tailhole. Swirling his tongue around the rim of her backdoor, his eyes fluttered as a salty, exotic flavor swept over him.

Literally making out with her asshole, driving his tongue into it over and over again, Spearmint scraped together the willpower to pull away. Saliva connected his lips to her rump, a satisfied grin splitting his muzzle.

“So, why don’t I enjoy the sex slave part of you a bit more?” he continued, smacking her ass. “How’s that sound, slave?”

Arizona slowly looked back at him. Her swirl-filled, heart-filled eyes met his own, acting as a firm reminder that she was under his spell. Sheer obedience rested in the dumb expression on her face, as she panted harder upon making eye contact with him. Her tail wagged, as she pressed her ass back into his grasp. Unable to think—not allowed to think for herself anymore, she replied with the one thing her enslaved mind could fathom.

“Moo~”

Chapter 3

Sorting through a hooful of milk jugs, Spearmint quietly hummed to himself. Covering the table before him was an array of containers, ranging from small to large, all filled to the brim with delicious cow’s milk.

“Moooo~”

The sound of Arizona’s sensual moo of pleasure behind him made Spearmint smirk. A week had passed since he had enslaved her, and since that very day he had been putting her to work. The sound she made meant two things. Firstly, she had cum, and secondly, another jug of milk had been filled by her.

Carefully turning around, Spearmint smirked at the sight that greeted him. Bent over a metal railing he had purchased, Arizona dumbly smiled over at him as the milking machine on her udder went to work. The swirls in her eyes were as potent as ever, and the hearts within them shimmered beautifully. Her utterly enthralled state was a sight to behold, far from the fiery heifer she was before. Spearmint had gotten a bit self indulgent with her already, having had cow print stockings and a choker made for her. The glimpse of her fat ass peeking out at him as she faced him only made her look all the more pathetic and hot.

Trotting over towards her, Spearmint shrouded the milking machine in his magic. Carefully shutting it down and popping it off her udder, earning a whimper from Arizona, he placed it to the side. Gingerly lifting the large jug of milk she had just filled, he placed it down on the table with the rest.

His magic had only returned the day prior, and since then he had to be much more careful with it. It wasn’t as strong as the insane outburst of energy he had when he had faced Arizona, but his output was still much stronger. Of course, the first thing he had tested was his hypnotic spells, noting they were easily the biggest improvement out of anything he could do. He was fairly sure he could enthrall more possible milk machines when the time called for it, but for now he was sorting things out with his current acquisition.

“Good girl, Arizona! We’ve got a full stock~”

Arizona’s tail wagged above her, as she continued to look onwards aimlessly. “Moooo~”

“Oh right, your mind,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Let’s have you be that slutty, obedient version of your original self~”

Over the past week, Spearmint had tinkered with the control he had over Arizona’s mind. It seemed rather clear he had total control over her, and being so, he had been making use of it. Finding out he could set up several different ‘settings’ for her mind had been awfully fun. The default hypnotic state, a slutty version of her true self, or even a dumb, bestial cow—which she was set to be right now. He had endless options, and he was sure to tinker with it more as time went on.

Registering his command, Arizona shuddered intensely. Her eyes shimmered, the hypnotic swirls dancing with brighter colors before her body stiffened. A few seconds passed, and before long she looked over at Spearmint with lidded eyes.

“Heh, been keeping me busy, huh, Master?~” she cooed.

Her sultry gaze made Spearmint’s cock throb. “Well, you’re better off as a mindless milk maker most of the time, but I do like having you be a proper sex slave here and there~”

She rolled her eyes. “Pfft, you’re underusin’ just how hot ah can be when I’m, y’know, not a dumb bitch.”

“You’re hot regardless, slave,” Spearmint teased, shooting her a wink. “Now, you going to stop complaining, or am I going to have to make you nice and empty again?”

Arizona puffed her cheeks out, sighing. “Ah’m just sayin’! You can milk me when I’m like this too, y’know!”

“Fair but I just find you being a dumb cow most of the time hotter.”

“I…gosh dangit! There’s no convincing you, is there, Master?” she grumbled.

Spearmint chuckled to himself, shrugging. “Maybe down the line. Now, do you wanna be a proper fucktoy and please your Master?~”

Arizona’s frustrated gaze returned to one of lust, as she licked her lips and eyed him up and down. “I exist for that purpose ~ How would you like your slave to pleasure you?”

Waltzing over towards a nearby chair, Spearmint sat down on it. Spreading his hind legs apart, he presented his towering stallionhood to her. “Why don’t you use that thick tongue of yours and worship me?” His shaft slapped against his belly as it twitched. “I need something to pass the time while I think of the next step of our little business~”

Shimmying back, slipping off the metal bar she was mounted over, Arizona began to make her way towards him. Her illuminated eyes glowed lightly in the dim room, as she swayed her hips and sauntered over towards him. Her asscheeks bounced with each step she took, as her milk-dripping udder motioned left and right below her. Licking her lips with her thick, lengthy tongue, she slowly crept towards Spearmint’s crotch.

“I’d love nothing more, Master~” she whispered, caressing his chest with her hoof.

Planting kisses on his stomach, she slowly began to trail down towards his groin. Pecking his thighs, making his way towards his pelvis, she felt him shiver as she slowly dragged her tongue along his inner thigh and stopped right before his shaft. Looking up at him, she shot him a wink, planting kisses along the underside of his cock. Reaching his head, she pecked his sensitive tip, took a deep breath, parted her lips, and went straight down.

Spearmint leaned back, groaning with delight as Arizona routinely bobbed her head up and down on his length. His legs shuddered, his nerves being overwhelmed by her expert blowjob. He had fucked her face and holes over and over again whenever she wasn’t making milk for him, and she was quickly proving just how good of a sex slave she could be.

“Hmmmg, slave, clap your ass while you throat me.”

Arizona obeyed in an instant, bracing her hind legs and immediately throwing her ass back. She wanted to obey, needed to obey, her mind was conquered and existed to follow Spearmint’s every whim. Wet claps filled the air as her asscheeks smacked together each time she pivoted her hips back.

Her tongue swirled around his length, managing to lap at his nuts each time she forced his entire cock down her throat. One of the perks of being a cow, beyond her tantalizing body, was her thicker tongue. More strength and length let her please her Master with intense determination, ensuring every last inch of his package was lathered in her saliva and satisfied to her utmost ability.

Basking in the pleasure sweeping over him, Spearmint glanced at the table covered in milk jugs to his side. He now had his product, thanks to the heifer sucking his cock below him, but now he had to begin selling it. There were many ways to market it, but pushing the idea that it was a cow’s milk was essential.

Glancing down, eyeing those fat, bouncing cheeks of Arizona’s, an idea struck Spearmint. What better way to advertise cow’s milk than the actual heifer that makes his product. She was hot, an absolute piece of eye candy, and the sight of her milk-dripping udder should be more than enough to coax in some potential customers for him. The wealthier districts of Reine were the perfect place to have an empty, mindless cow waltzing around showing off her body and product both—and also the perfect place to make a lot of income.

Gripping onto the arms of his chair, finding himself rocketing towards a climax from Arizona’s expert blowjob, Spearmint braced himself. Magic fizzled in his antlers as he let out a throaty groan, thrusting into Arizona’s face as his climax slammed into him with the force of a tsunami. He felt her eagerly gulping down the ropes of cum he was unloading into her, as her twerking picked up pace and she looked up at him with lust.

Rope after rope of cum filled her belly, as she ensured not a single drop of his release went unsavored. Swirling her tongue around his length as she drank down his gift, she moaned around his shaft, sending pleasurable vibrations through him that only elevated the bliss he was enduring. Eventually, after what felt like hours, his climax came to a close, as she graciously swallowed the remaining vestiges of his essence.

Taking some time to catch his breath, groaning as Arizona slowly sucked on his cock to lick it clean. His body twitched in his afterglow, but, stern on getting his plan in motion, he reached down. Grabbing Arizona’s horn, he pulled the heifer’s head up. She reluctantly moved with him, releasing his cock from her mouth and eyeing him.

“Thank ya for the reward, Master~” she cooed. “Ah’m sure ya loved feeling me suck the soul outta’ you!”

Her sultry tone, mixed with her adorable accent, made Spearmint smile. She was hot and cute at the same time, but right now what he needed was his mindless milk machine.

“Be a good slave and go to your default state~”

Arizona grimaced at him. “Oh come on! Ah literally told you before ah can - nngh!”

It took a few seconds as usual, but before long, Arizona perked up and stood at attention. Tongue lolling out as she aimlessly stared ahead, the familiar state confirmed her trigger had worked. Brushing himself off, carefully caressing her cheek, Spearmint slowly rose onto his hooves.

“Now, slave, you love to serve me, isn’t that right?” he asked.

Arizona nodded. “Of course, Master.”

He glanced back at the table full of milk, before eyeing a slab of wood and some rope in the corner of the room.

“Good, cause I know just the way to satisfy me. Think you’ve got a ‘dumb slutty marketer’ personality in you?~ ”

“Moo! Come get some super delicious cow milk! Straight from this big ole udder of mine!”

Arizona clamored, trotting around the upper district center of Reine. Swaying her hips, flaunting her udder; and bouncing her ass for all to see, she put on a show for the crowd of deer around her. A sign swayed below her and hung around her neck, labeled with Spearmint’s prices for her milk.

“What is all this?” a buck questioned, eyeing his friend curiously.

His buddy leaned closer, whispering in his ear. “I’ve got no clue, but do you see the ass on her?”

“I’m more interested in what she’s selling! Cow’s milk? In Reine? When’s the last time we had some of that around here?”

His friend tapped his chin, eyeing Arizona. “Beyond the overpriced imports? Never. I don’t think we’ve ever had fresh, same-day cow’s milk ever.”

The crowd that had formed around Arizona was filled with gossip and whispers, many of the deer watching confused yet interested by what was going on. A cow in Reine was unheard of, but one that was producing fresh milk was a whole different story. With their suspicions rising, a towering, muscular buck stepped out from the crowd.

“I am the Jarl of Reine, Stronghoof,” he boomed, earning everyone’s attention. “How are we meant to believe these claims of yours?”

Arizona turned to face him, emptily smiling up at him. “Oh! Heya, Mister! You’re real big!”

“And you…have…interesting eyes,” he bellowed, narrowing his gaze at her swirling eyes.

Arizona chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “Don’t worry about that! Mah Mas - er - business partner and I have been workin’ on setting up shop here!” She tapped the sign, nodding her head. “All ya gotta do is place an order with one of the sheets on this here sign, and then we’ll deliver the size of the jug you wanted right to yer home!”

“And how exactly are we to believe it’s real cow’s milk? Your presence is uncommon, and you offering your delicacy is even more unexpected,” Stronghoof pressed.

Arizona glanced around, seeing the crowd around her mumbling to each other. Her enthralled mind may have been warped, but it wasn’t useless, and she quickly pieced together an idea. Her Master wanted her to market their product and garner some sales orders, and she knew exactly how to do it.

Giggling, she lowered herself to the ground. Laying down, she rolled onto her back. Looking up at Stronghoof’s towering form, she pulled her forelegs back and spread her hind legs apart. Shimmying her hips, letting her udder slosh from side to side, she reached down and caressed her rack.

“Why not sample it straight from the source?”

As stoic as he seemed, her act caught Stronghoof off guard. Eyes going wide, blushing as he eyed her fat udder and winking pussy, he recoiled and gulped. Eyeing the crowd around him, seeing their own blushes, and a hooful of quickly hardening cocks, he let out a sigh. As Jarl he wasn’t going to back down from anything, and that included an incredibly sexy cow flaunting herself off to him like a slut.

“F-Fine! I shall!” he exclaimed, stamping a hoof.

Gnawing his lip, watching as Arizona rubbed her udder and smirked up at him, Stronghoof leaned down. Sucking on a doe’s udder was sensual, but doing it to a cow was downright kinky. Doing this in front of an entire crowd, with Arizona’s pussy wantonly winking for him to clearly see, made it all the more erotic. He couldn’t ignore his steadily hardening cock as her earthy scent flooded his sinuses, soon finding his carnal instincts guiding him towards her udder.

Opening his mouth, he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, drawing a hushed silence from the crowd. His heart racing, finding himself surprisingly flustered in comparison of his usual, cool demeanor, Stronghoof clenched his eyes shut and sucked. His eyes shot wide open immediately, finding a delicious stream of milk filling his mouth and dancing over his taste buds. He found himself lost in the wondrous taste, soon gulping down more and more milk.

“Mooooo! Moo! Yesshhh! Suck on it hard, big guy!”

Stronghoof had no idea why, but this milk of hers worked him up. Its flavor was addicting, and it felt like it was almost an aphrodisiac of sorts. There’d been rumors for years that milk could work a deer up in more ways than one, but this was the most intense he’s ever felt. Arizona’s scent intensified, her moo’ing morphed into throaty moans, and he could feel his massive cock reaching full mast below him.

Arizona’s moans turned into lustful screams, as her juices spewed from her depths and coated Stronghoof’s chest. She squirmed and moo’d with bliss, feeling the pleasurable and relieving sensation of her milk being hungrily siphoned out of her. Throwing her head back as her tongue lazily hung out of her mouth, she twitched intensely below Stronghoof.

Knowing he had to eventually stop, Stronghoof gulped down another mouthful of milk before pulling away from Arizona’s udder. His chest was stained with her milk and cum, his cock was rock hard, and his taste buds were alight with a flavor beyond description. Heaving air into his lungs, he made an announcement.

“I declare this milk authentic and divine in taste!”

His declaration echoed through the streets, as all the deer gathered around him began to mumble and clamor with excitement. A source of authentic, fresh milk was now in Reine, and cow’s milk at that, which was one of the most exciting developments the city’s citizens had gotten in some time. Many wealthy deer began waving their wallets and salt in the air, all desperate to grab one of the order forms off Arizona’s sign.

Shakily standing up, Arizona puffed her chest out, letting the sea of deer snatch the order forms off her sign greedily. “Now, there’s only a few - woah! Careful! H-hang on stop fighting! There’s always next week! Wah!”

She soon found herself overwhelmed, the order forms on her sign taken up entirely in the blink of an eye. Stumbling backwards, watching some bucks literally engage in a fight with one another over the last form to order a dozen jugs, she couldn’t help but snicker. Her Master had asked her to sell a few containers of milk, for an insane price at that, but it seemed the wealthy deers of Reine had sold her out in an instant.

“Now, all ya gotta do is fill out that form with your name and address and then drop it off at my Mas - dangit - mah boss’shop which is listed at the bottom!”

She rolled her eyes at the two fighting bucks going at it, rather taken aback by how well her method had worked. Being publicly milked by the city’s Jarl had worked wonders, but it did leave her horny as could be. Though, with her order forms all gone and her job complete, she had a bit of time to spare.

Glancing over her shoulder, she could see Stronghoof eyeing up her ass and assets with lustful hunger. A devilish idea filled her enthralled mind, as she raised a brow at a nearby alley. She was too horny to think reasonably, and her Master never said she couldn’t have a bit of fun on her own time. Flagging her tail, she threw her ass back, allowing her asscheeks to clap once right in front of Stronghoof’s face.

“Say, ya did help me sell out,” she cooed, licking her lips and looking him up and down. “So, why don’t I show mah thanks?”

Stronghoof blinked wildly, focusing in on her winking pussy. “How…so?~”

She drank in the size of his massive cock, snickering. It wasn’t as big as her Master Spearmint’s but he was still huge. Clapping her ass again for Stronghoof, she nudged her head towards the alleyway.

“All these fellas are too busy clamoring and chattering. We got time to slip away. How ‘bout I milk that fat cock of yours as a thanks for milking me?~”

Stronghoof looked to his sides, noting that the crowd was now all too busy discussing and arguing to pay him or Arizona much mind. Eyeing her fat ass, feeling his balls ache with a desire to be relieved, he stood up tall and nodded.

“Gladly. If you think you can handle me, little cow.”

Arizona licked her lips, her slutty preset lavishing the thought of being railed by the towering buck. “Ain’t no more difficult than a rodeo~”

Standing atop the towering steps that led to her father’s longhouse, Velvet glared down at the massive crowd that had formed. Watching her father do such a preposterous act with a filthy, lowly creature such as a cow was a shock to say the least, but what interested her most was Arizona herself.

She had heard rumors of a champion from the Prairie, and Arizona fit the description perfectly. She had her suspicions, regarding the cow’s swirl filled eyes and unexpected business, and she yearned to find answers. Nobody was going to threaten her goal of finding the Prophet’s Key, and the presence of another champion was unacceptable.

“So…you zink you can take the spotlight from me?” she huffed.

She glared at Arizona in the distance, watching her enter an alleyway with her father. She could care less about whatever they were about to be up to, as her concern lay within this ‘business’ the heifer had established. Perhaps Arizona was training in secret in her city—preparing to duel her and take her out of the race for the Prophet’s Key.

The very idea filled Velvet with rage. Nobody would stand in her way, and if this pathetic cow thought raising money for training equipment was the way to beat her, she’d be sorely mistaken. All she had to do was go to that little ‘shop’ of hers, and take her out right then and there.

“Nobody iz going to get in the vay of my perfection.” She grit her teeth, icey magic flowing in her antlers. “Your little scheme to train iz adorable, little cow, but you vill be gone in no time.”

Chapter 4

“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.”

Chapter 5

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.

Chapter 6

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 :twilightsmile:

Chapter 8

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!

Chapter 7

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.