A quick read trying out a second person perspective. Contains massive breasts and lactation.
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The great plains of Reencroft were vast and mysterious. Plenty of human kingdoms of the ancient world had discovered so little about it in the time they spent sifting through its miracles; great naturally occurring elixirs of life, pest controlling moss, fungal forests full of wizard’s cleft and much of the human kingdom’s concern was causing violence and how to be the best at causing violence. Then again, some of the simpler things in life are the true miracles and such a lesson had yet to be learned by the then primitive people as a whole.
You recognized the simpler pleasures, especially present in your current residence in Minoway. Magical medicine and machines of war alike were beyond your scope of emotional attachment. Sure, the moss you grew around your small field of wheat was nice, but magical plants were just a convenience. What you put passion towards crept further from the unnatural nature of magically imbued flora and closer to efficiency in farming.
This morning began as usual. You woke up a bit tired from your hard work yesterday, but nothing you were not used to. On your feet in a matter of minutes, you sorted out that morning’s meal: some slices of raised wheat dough around slices of lettuce, tomato and… some peppers. That last ingredient used to be meat, you reminisced, but pork was rarer to come by out here, and beef was something you would not want to be caught dead with these days.
What am I thinking? I get the best cuts of beef every day.
That thought ran through your mind as you moved to the clay brick box on the ground. Inside was a pitcher of milk and other prepared foods sitting over evercool lilies. The milk itself was not as cool as it usually was in the mornings; you thought about feeding the evercools something special in hopes of helping them grow larger. With the milk, you poured yourself a fresh adobe cup and dug into breakfast.
Another fine meal. With some washing up you were ready for the day.
Working the fields was something you were used to, and with the aid of various herbs it took up far less of your time and energy than it did of your ancestors. With that leniency you let yourself be distracted from time to time. Today in particular, you were hoping for a very specific distraction to come by.
As you inspected a stunted stalk, you heard a crumpling of grass by your North wall. You took a quick look over; a pair of familiar black hooves were approaching. They supported plump sturdy legs that stemmed from some loose cloth shorts tied tight with a rope. A tail tipped with black tufts of hair danced side to side behind. That was nearly impossible to determine from your angle, though, you just knew. What stood in the way was a wide expanse of cloth covering two titanic breasts. Each shapely orb wobbled side to side with the motion of her legs. Their semi-squished spherical shape extended into two thick, long teats at the front, jutting out in different directions. The swinging bust then rested on the fence, strong crossed arms appearing above. The hands held a few metal buckets.
Your eyes then looked up to meet the gaze of the pretty creature. White curls of hair rolled over the sides of her pleasant smile, a black lock of hair framing the top of her forehead. Out from the white curls sprouted two cow horns pointing up. Her brown eyes had a sultry lowbrowed gaze.
“Hey neighbor! Sorry about coming early, it’s clear I’m already distracting you.”
Belle was one of the locals in Minoway, one of the namesakes even. You had grown closer with her in a number of ways, and her words teased at it. You realized now your hands were carefully examining the surface of a rock next to your original target stalk. With a charming grin you laughed at yourself.
You told her that you can’t neglect any part of your farm; every stone needs to be perfectly shaped.
She laughed. “Cute cover story. I can walk around and stare at the ground if you wanna ignore me.”
You let her know you had other plans for her.
She leaned further forward, pushing her chest even further past the fence. “Oh you do now?”
You told her the milk in your evercooler was a little warmer than usual. If you were gonna drink milk with your lunch, you’d want a fresh supply.
“Oh funny, I actually have the same problem! But I always have a fresh supply of milk on tap. If you wanted some, though…” A devious grin pushed across Belle’s grin. She shook her pecs side to side, swinging both breasts with them, and her tail flicked far enough upwards to be seen. “…I brought some buckets you could borrow.”
You walked over to the fence, a slight bulge forming under your short pants. As you approached, she set the buckets down on your side of the fence. Her hips shook side to side with content anticipation.
You knelt in front of her breasts. She jiggled them right in your face and giggled at what must have been hunger in your eyes. You then wondered aloud how full she must be right now.
“They’re so swollen, they could pop. I came by early just to get that special attention they need.”
Your hands pulled on Belle’s nipples, bringing her breasts closer to you. She moaned as you pushed your face into her shirt and pushed you even further into her shirt. They felt full alright, and those nipples were so hard already. It was fun to sometimes play little games with Belle’s big juicy tits to work her up, but she just laid it on the table how bad she needed relief. With how hard her natural milktanks felt, it was surprising her nipples had not begun to leak yet. Just as you thought that, however, her nipples felt a bit more wet.
“Nnn- oh! Look, you got my shirt wet…”
Your hands worked her shirt up from the bottom to her collar. Her breasts were still partially concealed, both nipples barely able to stay under the up pulled shirt. With a great flop they slapped down against the fence’s boards. Each firm, veiny tank looked so good, plump and engorged right in your face. Two drops of milk hid in the tips of each nipple, slowly climbing out and leaking down.
Both breasts free and dripping, you moved a bucket beneath. Her hips gyrated more and more in anticipation as your hands felt around her nipples. As full as she was, it was always fun to just play with her flesh and you were not about to lose that opportunity. Your fingers dragged circles in her areolas, pushing against the taught milk swollen skin. As you made those circles you could feel her nipples get even longer, the milk ducts get looser, and Belle’s little hip dance grow more impatient.
“Oh, they’re leaking so much, could you please milk me?”
With a firm grip your hands grabbed plenty of nipple and tit, digging into her pressure points. She let out a low “Mmmmm” as you held her there, eyes closed and tail flailing behind. Then your hands squeezed tight and pulled down. The sound of her powerful nipples gushing milk filled the air alongside milk hitting the metal bucket.
“Mmmmooo!” She called out.
Your hands worked more and more milk out of Belle’s fat udders. The more you squeezed, the more she squirted. Her supple lips parted to make requests.
“You can squeeze me harder! Harder please!”
Your hands kept a steady pace but with each pull you stretched her flesh further and further. Her requests for more turned to moan out admirations and moos. One of her arms stayed on the fence board, helping support herself, but the other massaged her tits to help you. Your milking seemed to drive her mad with lust. Her hand began to creep along your own and squeezed down on her pressure points as well.
You switched up your technique. At first you were pulling both together, but now you milked each tit one then the other. Her hand stopped helping you milk her and just clutched your wrist and she let out a longer “Moo!”.
Your eyes looked around her breasts, enjoying the view but also trying to pick up on what worked best. It was clear that switching up technique filled the bucket quicker. As you observed this, you also noticed her gyrating hips working harder between her softening breasts.
You asked if she was ready.
“No, this is so good. Fill the bucket first.”
You grabbed more milk slick flesh and pulled harder. Milk sloshed in the buckets below as another burst stirred it. You watched her bite her lip as her letdown flowed. It seemed like the bucket was about to overflow, but she seemed to enjoy the rhythm so much you just kept going. With a high pitched, quivery “MmmMmmooO!” her teats let out an extra hot and hard series of milk spurts. You stopped squeezing to try avoiding the overflow, but her breasts animated themselves without the extra stimulation. Her body leaned harder against the fence and her now much softer breasts sagged around the fence. With a quick wit you switched to the next bucket under her and helped massage more milk out. The feeling of her emptying mammary glands between your fingers felt tingly and neat, especially with how squishy her breasts were now.
“I’m ready, get over here.”
Excitement filled your heart; milking Belle on its own was incredibly fun, but this was easily the best part. As you hopped the fence, she worked her pants down. It was a little more difficult for her with the tail, but you were quick enough to take your pants off and help her. With a moment of positioning, you clapped your hips against her ass and squirt – her sopping wet pussy slid around you.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Belle screamed into her shoulder.
At first, you used her hips to help keep your perfect position fucking her tight hole. As you thrust, her tits flopped over the bucket on the other side, her tail painting immaculate, sweaty portraits on your stomach. Then you worked your hands around her chest. She was in love with your milking and fucking at the same time and clenched around your cock when your fingers gripped her tits. They were too big to reach her nipples without some serious reaching, but with a few articulate pulls you gathered her flesh and brought her nipples to your hands. With one tit you pressed it tight against her body, wrist sinking into the warm, draining flesh. With the other, you pulled it around her body to your face. Her milk taste best from the source and now was a great chance to suck her fat nipples. Your teeth glided across her areolas to find the right pressure points to attack and clamped down.
“Oh, suck my fucking udders! Suck’m both!”
At her request you brought them both back. It was a lot of milk to take in but you were more than hungry enough for her. Both breasts behind her made great handles to spear her with. Each pull you made to thrust squeezed more milk from the deepest corners of her breasts out. It got to be a little much at moments, but that just gave you an excuse to focus one tit down and squirt the other into the air. The jutting fountain of titjuice was a beautiful sight, and it made burying your face in that explosive tit again that much more satisfying.
Belle began to clench her teeth and really buck back hard against you. It felt like the signal that she was about to let loose and it was a good thing too – with all your endurance and an ever available source of refreshments, it was tough to keep up with a cow as healthy as Belle. During the last moments together, you knew to point her tits at the bucket. Just like time and time again, this would be where a decent chunk of your daily milk supply would come from.
“Neighbor, I’m gonna-”
Her words were cut short with one long, last guttural “Moo!”. You felt the passages through her breasts ungulate before her nipples let loose a torrent of milk. At first the gushing just hit the top of the bucket, almost knocking it over. You leaned in closer, both aiming her breasts lower and bringing your cock in deeper. That final touch leads you to finish as well. Both of you slammed against each other out of rhythm as you erupted inside her. The slick back and forth was intense and lit up your mind with incomprehensible feelings of joy. You no longer held her chest but just hugged her waist tight as you finished pumping her full.
After a long, hard orgasm, you pulled yourself up to your feet. In front of you, Belle slumped onto your fence. Both buckets stood overflowing in front of her, plenty of milk over the dirt and grass. With that, you pulled your pants back up and brought the buckets inside. Inside, you grabbed a towel to help you both clean off. When you returned to Belle, she was slowly pulling her pants back up, still resting her tits on the fence. You approached and gave her a towel. Before she replied, you then knelt down sucking some final samples of milk out of her near empty udders.
“Thanks, hehehe. Still want more?”
You told her you just wanted a quick taste before she left. She tasted too good not to give you another sip.
“Well then I get something too.”
She gripped your chin and brought it up to her own face, pulling you in for a kiss. It was not a long embrace but she enjoyed the taste of her milk on your lips and ended with a kiss on your cheek.
“You gonna work all day or can you join me for a gathering with friends tonight?”
You told her you might need to slip into town after tending the fields but you were down to hang around. You then asked if there was anything you should bring.
“Something else to eat would be nice – not my milk though, do not try sharing my milk with my friends.”
With those final words she wiped her milky, sweaty breasts off and put her shirt on. You watched her shapely ass oscillate with her swinging tits as walked back home. Her whole body was nice, but her breasts distracted from them in such a welcome way it was easy to forget.