Milk the Girl
Astria sighed to herself as she flew over endless farm fields. "what the hell am i doing here?! there is nothing! no victims! nada!" she frowned in dismay and hovered over a small farm.
Secretariat
The farm's single largest population were pony-slaves done up the same way as the rabbits pulling her carriage, so there was plenty of available manpower... or rather, horsepower, to pull the milk and egg producers loaded on the carts.
Milking Prison Restitution 1
#1 of milking prison restitution welcome to a milking farm where it focuses almost entirely on those with feminine and masculine attributes. enter sandra, a woman that committed fraud and was then committed here without her consent.
Plentyn Cael Farm: Chapter 2: Private Tour
I mean... yer a breeding farm?"
The Goat Farm 4
'joe', as he was now called, was given the task of 'hand milking' any doe that was either injured or sick, and although their milk wasn't put in with the other milk, the doe's still needed milking.
The goat Farm 5
Joseph sat outside the milking parlor. it was still a half an hour before the start of evening milking.
My Wildest Fantasy (Part 4): A Christmas to Remember
"mmm...yes baby...mmm...you love my milk don't you; i bet my milk tastes better to you than any milk that comes from the udders of a cow, isn't that right sweetie?"
New Found Freshness
He licked his lips and thought of milk, straight from the teat. or better yet, from a cute cow-girl like the one that had always been present on the anders farms label.
A Load of Bull: Lust Farm II
* * * [another story in the "lust farm" series. what would a farm be without cows? and what would cows be without milk? or bulls?
Plow Me
#3 of one hot day on the farm plow me a girl's quest for revenge gets her far more than she wanted. xanthe copyright xanthe. used with permission. emily stood there in the milking shed, her face burning bright red.
Bremlur and His Farm
Latesummer 6, sy 1208 bremlur, a 24 year old shaman squirrel, had a farm for a few years, near the pekara sea and surrounded by woodland.
In Soviet Russia...
Denis had always hated farm work. he had inherited the farm as a nuptial from his wife's late father. it provided steady work, enough to make ends meet and raise a family if his wife were not barren. or if she ever bothered to touch him.