It was a Saturday morning. The head farmer of Dreamland Co. needed to milk one of his famous cattle, George, for tomorrow morning's fresh milk shipment. He was one of the best cows he has ever had. Clay always treated him well; he was vegetarian fed and always got the best treatment after milking sessions. Clay was just now walking into the barn, a box of all the "devices" he had always used on his precious George.
"George~ baby, wake up, it's time for your session," Clay called out, walking over to the barn door and seeing the sleepy cattle.
George had been a cow hybrid, a human body with cow-like features; he had those cute tiny perky nipples of his that were ready for the milking process. George's cock was already huge, and the miniature cattle was just waking up; all the milk stored up in him was just begging to be milked out.
"Mmh..five more minutes.." George whined, burying himself in the blanket clay had given him; the cow was face down and ass up; it was instinct at this point.
Clay scoffed, pretending to wait before bending down and setting the bucket down, where all the milk would go. The farmer took his hands and placed them on George's waist, rubbing them up and underneath him. He squished those flushed nipples of his, earning a whine from his baby cow beneath him. Clay squished and fondled with them until George started to moan softly, and Clay smirked. He took the sleepy cow into his arms, making his plump ass sit right on his lap.
"claaaay... I'm not ready.." George whined, slumping back into his master with a red face. His sleepy eyes drowsily looking around and up at Clay with a pout.
"You're ready; you've got so much milk in you, baby; we gotta get it all out, darling," Clay cooed, rubbing George's nipples between his fingers and feeling some milk drip out already.
George winced, his balls sitting on Clay's lap, weighing so much that they were bound to be squeezed to their last drop soon. George mewled, wiggling in Clay's grasp as he wasn't ready for the process to start. Even if it felt good, the exhaustion afterward was immeasurable. George's tail whipped around in slight excitement but more annoyance.
"It's okay, I promise to take good care of you, baby, I believe in you, you can do this," he took George's face in his hand, kissing George's cheeks multiple times softly.
"Mmn..fine," he let out a sigh, moving to stand up. George started to stretch, stretching his legs and making sure all of his muscles and limbs were ready.
Clay huffed a smile, moving to stand up and get all his devices ready, pulling out the toys he'd be using inside of George. Clay took out two vacuum pumps he'd be securing onto George's nipples, switching the vacuum on and feeling the pressure if it was too harsh. Meanwhile, George sat down on the bench he pulled out from Clay's equipment box. It was heavy, but he managed. The bench was about a foot wide and three feet long so George could lay down, and so George did.
"How long will it be this time?" he asked, laying down on the bench and spreading his legs, hooves in the air.
"An hour at best, baby," Clay said, grabbing lube from his big carton and popping the cap open to pour some onto George's hole. George winced at the coldness, kicking a little in the air out of habit, only to groan when Clay started to insert his fingers. They weren't so hard to insert, given they've been doing this every week for a good eleven months now. Clay had saved him from a mass slaughterhouse, knowing he was in a better place, and Clay was grateful he found him. They had good chemistry going on through all of this; George knew how much the farmer took care of him; he'd even give him bubble baths after sessions.
"You okay?" Clay asked, now basically fisting the man open, his entire hand fucking a good size hole. George nodded, mewling and eventually placing his hooves on the farmer's chest, pushing lightly for leverage. The cute little cow threw his head back, moaning as Clay's hand would thrust against his prostate. Clay removed his hand, going over to get the two vacuum pumps, unraveling them and standing between George's legs. He was about to put them on, but George's hands stopped him for a moment. Clay looked down, watching him let out a sigh, preparing for the initial suck as it can hurt a little.
"You're okay; you've done this so many times," he reassured, moving with George's hands slowly, putting the vacuum pump over one nipple, earning a cry from his little cattle. He rubbed his hands around his chest where the pump was, watching some tiny bits of milk spew out. Clay latched the second one on, further rubbing both of his pecs to soothe them until the pain subsided.
"You want my cock, or one of your little toys?" Clay asked, taking George's cock and generously rubbing it.
"Y-you... I've liked it when you do it.." George said, biting his lip as tears welled up in his eyes as the sucking from the vacuums were making him horny and wanting to be milked already. Clay smiled, undoing his pants and unbuttoning his shirt; he rolled down his pants along with his underwear. The farmer pulled out his cock, and went to pour more lube onto himself. He went to grab George's hips, helping him turn over onto his stomach on the bench. Clay then moved the bucket right under where he'd be getting the milk and started to press into George slowly. George was lying face down; the bench is situated, so the vacuums on his chest didn't budge. He cried out, his eyes widening as he barely expected him to enter right away. Clay started to thrust into him, receiving moans from his cow.
"Ahh..mmh, c-clay.." George let out, drool and tears mixing and falling off his chin onto the hay below him. His hoove grounded, and his ass was in the air, his back arching as he let his master use him as a toy. George mewled more, milk lactating out from his chest and through the pumps; he wanted to give all his milk to him. He reached down to jerk himself off, squeezing the skin near his head, trying to milk it all out legitimately.
"There you go..squeeze all of it out for me," Clay urged, lifting a boot to the bench and under his thigh, partially keeping George's leg open, but more for leverage on his own end. Clay thrust harder, earning moans from the cow below him. George had squirted some into the bucket, the noise being present to indicate to Clay he had.
"Good boy, c'mon now, I know you've got more," he pulled out slowly, seeing George's asshole hug his cock right up until it partially got stuck on his head. When it was out, he slapped it onto George's balls for encouragement. He was greeted with the pleasant sound of a long splash into the bucket. Clay proceeded to gently pat George's balls before moving his hands down to milk him himself; around his waist, his arms went. His hands skillfully bypassed George's, pulling and twisting onto his cock as more of the white liquid gold came out.
"C-cl...claay.." George whined, his legs getting expectedly weak. The cow had collapsed his whole front onto the bench, his knees turning inward. The head of his cock resting on the edge of the bucket. The farmer had taken the bucket, moved it temporarily before hoisting George up onto his hooves. Clay leaned him back into him, rubbing down his body and kissing the side of his face. He snapped his fingers, pointing to the bench and motioning for him to put his hooves there. George complied, huffing and stepping up onto the bench; however, Clay steadied his hips in the air, lowering George onto his cock while he stood.
"W-wh.. we've n-never--" George tried to express before he was sat down on his cock entirely. A cry coming from George as his legs pushed at the bench to try and come up, his eyes reeled back into his head. Clay stepped back from the bench, which removed his hooves from the bench and left them to stand on the ground. Only barely, given the farmer was much taller. Clay had pulled gently on his tail to keep him on his dick, knowing George liked that either way.
"Mmh- ah~..claaaay, wh- why... Oh god, I-I'm..so full," he moaned, feeling the tips of his hooves bounce on and off the ground as he was lifted to and from Clay's cock manually like he was a fucktoy. Clay bent him over, pulling at his arms as he fucked him, George was grounded, but he was still weak at the knees. Clay ensured the vacuum tubes were out of the way, so they didn't trip; they wouldn't want any milk to be discarded.
"Pull the bucket over," Clay ordered, letting go of one of his arms, which left George winded as he was getting light-headed. He whined, his mouth agape while he pulled the bucket over under him. His weak arm started to jerk himself off, aiming at the bucket like he's mastered.
"AhH--hgnn oh..ahh- fu-..fuck, mmM~" George let out a symphony of moans, their stance faltering a bit, but Clay only put him back in place. George was bent over so much that some squirted onto his face when he released into the bucket. He quickly looked away, the taste being something he didn't like. Clay had seen this and only grasped around George's neck, bringing the cow to lean up against his chest. The farmer started licking and kissing at his face, making out with him to get a taste.
"What did I say about wasting?" he said, his eyes looking up and down George's fucked out face. The boy only nodded, tearing up from the ecstasy. Clay had still been thrusting, and George kept releasing into the bucket. Once George's posture was failing, Clay pulled out; he had to catch George before he toppled over. The farmer sat George down on the bench on his stomach again, holding onto his wrist to check upon him.
"One more part, and we're done, okay?" Clay said. George nodded tiredly, his eyes puffy and his body shook, and his tail laying lazily off to the side. Clay nodded, patting his asscheek before he pulled the bucket over right under George's hips. Clay's hands went to work, jerking and milking all the goods out of him. Clay moved to grab their trusty vibrator dildo, quickly inserting it and turning it on. George let out a wail, moaning relentlessly as he felt so much spew out of him just from that toy, so much milk splurged into the bucket.
"AHhh~ oh~ yeeeeahh.." he moaned, his hooves digging into the ground as his hips rut into the air, milk filling up the bucket, and droplets of milk seeping out from the nipple vacuums. George yelped multiple times, orgasming into the bucket. He whined out, resting on the bench as his body twitched, either from his overstimulation or the vibrator stuck in his sore ass.
"You did so well, look how much you gave me, baby, that's a new record, I'm so proud of you~" Clay hushed, bending over and kissing at his little cattle, praising him as he was so good for him.
"Y-yea..mmh~" George smiled happily, his face utterly a mess, which Clay would be cleaning up later. The farmer rubbed up and down George's shoulders, slowly hugging him to bring him up into an upright position. George tiredly rested against the hold, moaning as he was sitting on the vibrator now, and he groaned while Clay touched at his poor cock. Clay fingered at the tip, getting some leftover milk on his fingers to taste for himself once again.
"Delicious.. you're worth more than every penny I make," he kissed George's cheek lovingly, going to remove the vacuum suction pumps from his nipples once all the milk was emptied into the primary storage device they were connected to. Clay left George to rest nakedly on his hay, packing up all the devices back into his box. The farmer also got dressed, not bothering to button his shirt back up all the way through.
"clay..?" George perked up.
"Yeah?" he asked; the only thing needing to be moved was the bench. George lifted his ass, moving his tail aside and revealing the vibrator still in his ass. Clay was flustered, not meaning to forget that.
"Oh baby, you could've taken it out yourself, it's okay, the session's over, I wouldn't have gotten mad?" he told him, kneeling to gently take the vibrator out, turning it off in the process. Clay kissed his needy little hole, peppering it with kisses before rubbing his fingers against it.
"Give me one second, okay? I'll be right back," Clay reassured, standing up and taking his devices and the milk bucket back to the pasteurizer room and got the milk all set. He walked outside and over to the outdoor bathroom cabin, which was his main bath area since there was no room in his home. Plus, Clay liked it outside. After running some water in the big tub, he poured some soap into the water before heading back into the stables. Since Clay lived alone, he just walked back to the cabin naked, walking into George's stable and seeing him on the ground. George looked up, a little flustered by the hung farmer, all nude again.
"C'mon, baby," he said, reaching to pick up the tired cow up. Hoisting him into his arms, and went to walk outside.
"Is it bath time?" George asked, looking up and yawning. Clay nodded, smiling down at him and kissing his forehead. George smiled, happy to have someone who wasn't gonna kill him after torturing him every day. George was lucky to have ended up with him in the end; he felt safe and definitely taken care of.
"It's most likely warm now, here, test it," he said, and George dipped a hoof in, to which he sighed in relief. Clay smiled, letting him down into the bath, and the smaller boy happily sat down, resting his tired body back in the water. Clay smiled, stepping in as well and scooting over to gently start to clean him.
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After the bath, Clay took George into the farmer's home, and George was more than happy to sleep in his bed again, which he happily clopped over and jumped into the bed. The cow wobbled, the oversized clothing item of Clay's hugging around him as he finally laid down in bed.
"Ah..so comfy..will you let me sleep with you every day?" George asked, leaning on a hand and looking up at Clay with wondering eyes.
"You know we can't act like a couple; people don't like it when humans treat hybrids nicely... I'd get backlashed," Clay explained sadly, and George frowned. The boy laid down, sighing as he stared at the ceiling in aggravation. He was a bit depressed because it's been on his mind for the longest time.
"I just..really think, I love you... I'm sorry I'm not normal," George apologized, and this saddened clay.
"Hey... it's okay, I- I love you too. Maybe, if no one knew, we could.." the farmer explained, scooting over and pulling him close.
"I know I'm just helping you run your business...maybe I should just-"
"Hey, stop. Just because you make the product I'm selling doesn't mean I see you as any less of a being," Clay cut off, holding George's head and making him look at him.
"We'll figure something out, I promise," Clay said, leaning to kiss him gently. George only clung to him, wincing a bit as his nipples were sore, so laying on them hurt a bit. Clay rested a hand on his chest, rubbing the tender skin gently.
"I love you..goodnight George," he hushed, holding him close.
"Goodnight clay, I love you also," George smiled, nudging his head into Clay sweetly.
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