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Dairy Hands

By: Kiki Kalani

The two tropical vixens stepped out from the boat and onto the small, smelly island. Both clenching their noises as they thanked the stout wolf that had given them a ferry over from their home island. They had come here this fall as they always did when tourism dipped on the main island, together, to keep an income flowing in. It wasn't the most pleasant work, but there wasn't much else to do with most everything else being geared towards tourism.

The island they were on now used to be owned by several farmers, but recently a wealthy rancher had bought them all out, consolidating them under his company which specialized in dairy products. The island hadn't noticed, and the duo hoped that it wouldn't impact their annual routine too much.

"Well, at least everything looks the same...and smells the same too..." Meli, the lighter of the two spoke first, walking along the rickety dock and onto the soft warm sand.

"Yeah...but...where is everyone? Normally there'd be a few fishers at least." Kiki come up behind her friend, looking around at the empty and abandoned crates and small lean-tos that dotted the small beach area.

"Well...do you think he kicked everyone off the island? D-do you think he'll still let us work here?" Meli started along the path, Kiki coming close behind.

"I'm sure everything will be fine, and no point in not asking anyhow, since we are already here." The cyan vixen smiled, walking along ahead of her companion.

The dirt path wound a-ways into the island, where the ranch and farmlands were. All along the way the two saw the familiar sites they were used to on their visits, only devoid of the people to go with them. It was rare to see any drastic changes on any of the small islands in the region, but when they happened, it was normally big.

Finally the two reached to the large manor on the island, formerly owned by the chief, or at least someone that styled themselves with the title. Now it seemed to have been refurbished with a more western look, a large sign over the door with fake horns carved into it. It read 'Buck's Dairy Inc.'

"This is new...you think we should knock and see if anyone is home?" Kiki stepped onto the wooden porch, peering into the window.

"I don't know...Kiki, I have a really odd feeling. I think we should just try our luck somewhere else...maybe you can see if one of your friends could use our help for the summer or something?"

Kiki just giggled and pulled back from the window, walking to the door before giving it a few hard knocks. "Don't be silly, it'll be fine I'm sure. It's just for a couple of weeks and then we can find someplace else for next year."

Meli nodded slowly and walked onto the porch by her friend as the two waited. Soon the door opened and a chubby cow-women appeared wearing an apron over a colorful checkered dress, a smile so big across her face her eyes were barely open. It looked like she had been cooking, and smelled like it too.

"Whay hello there darlins' Come on in, come on in. We don't get many visters 'round here. 'Ery since we moved in I've been dying for some compny'!" She ushered the two inside, she seemed friendly enough. "Oh, were are mah manners. My name is Maybell. Can Ah get ya'll anything? Tea, some biscuits?"

Kiki smiled, shaking her head. "No thank you. We actually came to ask about job openings. We normally come here ever year to work."

Maybell stopped for a second and seemed surprised, but then her smile returned. "Ah, I'm so sorry dearies. Here I was thinkin' we had some guests. You'd want to talk to mah husband, Buck. He's prolly to be home soon. Why don'tcha all just wait here."

Kiki turned to Meli, giving the still nervous vixen a reassuring nod before sitting with her on the old beat-up sofa that these new people seemed to have. The two ate their fill of biscuits and overly tea as they waited for the husband, chatting with the friendly and hospitable cow all the while. She went on and on about how they'd moved there from Texas a few months back and how things were so different. It got old after a while, but finally the creaking of the door saved the two.

"Buck!" Maybell rushed over to the door to hug a tall muscular bull that walked in, looking like a cowboy from one of the old movies that used to air on the television when Kiki was younger.

"Whos are these two fine youngin' sweets?" The bull asked, his accent slightly less thick than his wife's, but still barely understandable.

"Ah, these two young ladies here came to ask about jobs. They say they come here evry year to work."

Buck nodded thoughtfully and came over and sat in a chair across from the two.

"Well, I'm sure ya'll figured out by now that since last year this place isn't quite the same anymore..." He scratched his chin as he examined them both. "But...I think I know a job ya'lls can do...given you ain't got a problem with hard work."

Kiki immediately responded. "Oh no sir. We are not afraid of hard work at all. Normally we'd come here to work as farmhands, so whatever you want us to do, we'll do it. It only needs to be for a few weeks until things pick up back on the main island."

"Alright...alright, then ya'll can start right away, still early in the day."

Meli let out a sigh, still not fully convinced that this was a good idea while her friend happily nodded and thanked the bull.

"Yeah, I take it you know the layout of the island then? Good. Well, need someone to clean out the barn out back, just be sure to keep out of any areas bein' worked on. I'll come in to check on you from time to time to make sure you all are pullin' your weight. Bunks are still here too, so I suppose ya'll can sleep there."

With that Kiki stood up, pulling Meli with her as she thanked him again before leaving to start her first day of work.

"Kiki, are you sure about this?" Meli asked as they started off towards the large barn behind the house.

"Yeah, of course! We need the money Meli. I told you that we can find a different place for next year if you really don't like it, but for now we can't afford to be too picky."

"I know...I know...it's just...I...something doesn't feel right, I don't know what it is, but it just doesn't feel right." Meli looked around the abandoned island again as the wind whistled along.

"It'll fade, now come on. We don't want to leave a bad impression on him."

Meli nodded as they both entered the barn. A checklist on the door seemed to detail the chores, probably a reminder for the owner, but a convenience for the two vixens. Changing out the hay, making sure the stalls are clean, checking the cattle over.

"Seems simple enough." Kiki said as she started off to work, Meli following shortly after, her eyes traveling to the walled off half of the barn.

"That's odd..."

"Hm? Well, he said it was under renovations or something, right? Don't worry about it Meli, just relax."

Meli didn't seem satisfied with the answer, and the longer the two worked, the more curious she became. She could've sworn a couple of times she hear faint moans or moos coming from beyond the thin wooden wall, a makeshift door being the only thing to separate her from the answer of what lay beyond.

Quickly and quietly she made her way over, hoping for a better listen. Her ears perked as she heard the moans, louder than before. 'What is going on?'

Turning over her shoulder she looked over the Kiki who was busily working away. Meli rolled her eyes, it wasn't like she'd believe her anyhow. Turning back she slowly gripped the handle, pulling it tight before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

It was dark, at first. A few seconds passed Meli's eyes adjusted enough for her to flick on the old lights, the low buzz echoing throughout that half of the barn. It didn't look any different at first glance, there were stalls just like the other half, no signs of construction. The only real difference was that each stall seemed to be full of equipment and not much else.

Looking closer at them a chill ran down Meli's spine. They looked fitted for anthros...not feral cows. The Milking machines each had only two cups on them, the racks in each stall far too small to support a large animal. There were also the other things....screens that hung down from the ceiling. The vixen cringed as her imagination ran wild, though her thoughts were soon interrupted by that moaning and mooing again from the far end of the barn.

Slowly she walked past all the empty stalls, looking inside the one the noise was coming from and finding a horrific discovery, something she already suspected in the back of her head. It was one of the islanders, a poor chubby feline. Her breasts were huge, at least an H cup. She was strapped into the rack, and not wearing anything else besides some fake horns and cow-print gloves and stockings, as well as fake hoof-boots. She was drooling as her breasts were pumped by a machine, a nearby tank nearly all the way full with her milk. She didn't seem to be in distress though, from the way her sex dripped and the expression on her face. Her dull eyes stared up at the screen in her stall, a black and white spiral spinning as words flashed in it. Meli instinctively looked down from it, not wanting to take the chance.

"W-w-what did they d-do to you? C-can you hear me? H-hello?" She tried to get the cat-girl's attention as her heart began to race, but it didn't seem like yelling was going to rouse her from the trance she was in. "O-oh my god...I-I h-have to warn Kiki...."

"K-kik--!" She went to turn and scream for her friend only to see standing in front of her Buck, a stern look on his face.

"Now, little miss, what did I done tell you about going off into this area?"

"I-I..w-what are you doing t-to h-her? W-where is Kiki?" Meli nervously stuttered as she backed up into the stall.

"I sent your friend to the bunks for today, told 'er you said you wanted to do some extra work. 'Course can't let ya'll leave now that ya know our secret."

Meli whimpered, now pushing herself against a wooden wall. "W-why, I-I don't u-understand..."

"Think 'bout it little vixy, you twos seen any cattle 'sides me and mah Maybell? You think we'd put our own kind in these stalls? 'Nah, yous islander folk seem to fit mighty fine. Works out that you and the other vixxy came, this here milkslut is the only one we got so far. Naïve little gal wanted to help show us the ropes of the place."

He started to walk closer to Meli, corning her before a rough grip pulled her from the corner and out into the hallway, making her yelp in pain. Buck stared to push her along into an empty stall, locking the two in there as he continued on.

"P-please, j-just let me go, I-I--"

"No, no. Can't let ya go. Good piece of meat'll make me lots of money."

He bent down to set up the milking machine, giving her a chance to run over to the locked door, fumbling with it for a few seconds before he violently pulled her off, holding her by the scruff of her neck and facing her towards the rack. With a grunt he tightened his grip and flicked on the screen overhead.

She let out a grunt and struggled, but he just firmed his grip up and pointed her head towards that swirl, the words flashing too fast for her to read. She tried to turn away, but the pain kept her from fully being able to, forcing her to watch, trying hard not to lose herself in the spiral.

'Relax, submit, relax, submit'

"We'll have to do something about these small breasts 'ah yours, d cup ain't no good for milkin'. And ya need some meat on these bones...we can get that handled once we done tamed you good."

"N-no....I-I won't...s-submit" She struggled out the words.

'No thoughts, mindless'

It was starting to get hard to think as her mind started to haze over, but it was too late to break herself from the spiral now. She could barely focus on his strong free hand tearing the clothes from her body, tossing the tatters aside, leaving her naked in a matter of seconds.

'You are a cow, you are only good for breeding and milking, you are a cow, you are only good for breeding and milking'

"S-stop...p-please..."

Buck just grunted in reply, moving his hand down her body to her sex, rubbing his rough large fingers against her virgin sex, teasing her and making her blush and moan.

'Cows moo not think, cows moo not think, you want to be a good cow, no thoughts, cows do not think'

"M-m-n-noo...."

"What was that, cow?"

Meli whimpered, her eyes starting to dull over, it was so hard to think, and she felt so good...so relaxed, losing herself in a mindless blissful haze.

"M-moooo~"

"haha, good little milkslut. It should be safe to strap you in and milk you. Would ya like that?"

Meli let out a happy moo, eyes fixed on the screen now as she was shoved onto the rack and strapped in. Buck walked off and came back with a pill, shoving it into her maw and forcing he muzzle shut.

"Now swallow, we want you to grow big."

The cow happily swallowed the big round pill, her body shaking after a few minutes as her breasts tingled and grew, and grew, and grew. She was nearly an M cup by the time it finished, her swollen teats already dripping thick droplets of tropical fox milk onto the hay bedding of her stall. Buck stood back and waited for the rest of the transformation, holding some new gear for his new property, a nice pair of cow-print gloves and stockings as well as a fake horn and some boots.

The cow let out a loud moaning moo as her butt plumped out, her belly getting soft and chubby and she squirmed on the rack, thoughts oozing out of her head as she drooled onto the floor. Buck finally moved in to dress her up, forcing her little fox paws into the boots, putting the fake horns on her, and hooking up the milking machine to her breasts.

"Now you be a good girl and make your Master lots of money!"

"Moooo~"

Buck Chuckled and turned on the machine, a stream of milk immediately filling the tubes and pouring out into an empty container. She was going to make him a fortune, and no one would be the wiser.

"Now, let's go see what to do about that perty little friend of yours..."

The End.