The Farm
The Farm
By Rowyin Darkwulf
All characters are © me
It was almost early morning deep in farm and forest country. A long dirt road wound between farms and through groups of trees. Alongside the road sat a car. The hood was open, smoke billowing out from the engine compartment. "Goddammit!" a tall orange tabby cat yelled, kicking a tire of the smoking vehicle. He was stranded on this secluded road, and he didn't even have a cell phone to call for help. He sighed to himself, starting to trek down the road in hopes of finding a house or another car.
He walked a full hour and a half and he hadn't seen anything. He was tired and hungry, and was slowly loosing hope that he'd find someone. "Damn it! Why does this have to happen to me?! I don't want to die in the middle of nowhere!" he yelled out as he sat down on the ground to rest his legs.
"Something wrong there, son?" he heard a masculine voice ask. The tabby looked behind him, finally noticing the other fur that had walked up to him. He was a fairly old-looking raccoon, his graying hair cut short atop his head. He was clearly of farmer descent, with a stocky body, dressed in overalls and a stained t-shirt.
The tabby stood up, noting that the raccoon was almost a foot shorter than he was. "Yeah...my car's engine died on me further down the road..." he said in a solemn tone.
"Well, son, my farm is just around the bend...I don't have a phone, but a delivery truck comes by every few days...I'm sure that he'd be able to take you into town," the older fur said.
"Well...I guess that's as good a plan as any...my name is Jason," the tabby said, extending his hand to the raccoon.
The raccoon took his paw, shaking it vigorously. "The name's Henry Clark," he replied with a smile. "Come on...my farm is just down the road," he said, leading the tabby along the dirt road.
It wasn't long before they came upon the raccoon's farm. The large gate was slightly obscured by the trees surrounding the farm, giving it an air of seclusion. The sign above the gate read "Clark's Eggs and Dairy". Jason found it quite odd that, although it was a dairy farm, there wasn't a cow in sight. "Hey...if this is a dairy farm, where are all your cows?" he asked.
Henry chuckled softly. "They're all in the barn at the moment, being milked...I like to hook them up then go on a walk until they're done," he replied as he led Jason up to the farmhouse. "Well...it will be a few days until the delivery truck will be here to pick up my products, so I guess you'll have to stay here until then. You're welcome to make yourself at home; there's a guest room upstairs on the left you can use to sleep in. I need to go check and see if the cows are done," he said as he walked off towards the huge, windowless barn near the back of the property.
Jason smelt something funny...or more accurately, didn't smell anything at all. He thought he'd smell the cows, or a least hear them and the chickens. He shrugged. 'Not much I can do about it,' he thought, walking into the farmhouse and heading to the guest room. It was nicely decorated, much as one would think a farmhouse like this one would look like. He sat down on the bed, reaching over to a book that sat on the desk next to the bed. It was some biology book on cows and milk production. He chuckled to himself as he began to read, needing something to pass the time.
He had completely lost track of time while reading the book. Before he knew it, Henry was calling him down for dinner. Jason put the book down after marking the page then headed down to the first floor, following the scent of the cooked food. He found Henry sitting at the table waiting for him. Jason sat down at the place set for him, giving the older raccoon a smile. "Mmm...smells good..." he commented, looking over the prepared dishes. It was obvious that the farmer kept some of his produce for personal use, as several of the dishes were made of or had egg in them. They both had large glasses of milk as well. Once the food was served, Jason dug in. He was surprised at how tasty the meal was, giving the raccoon a smile. "Wow...you're a really good cook...this is pretty delicious," he said.
The raccoon chuckled, swallowing a mouthful of food. "Well...I try my best," he replied.
Jason reached over and took a swig of the milk, which was much sweeter than he had expected...nothing like the cow's milk he had drunk in the past. "This milk is kind of sweet..." Jason commented, getting another chuckle in response.
"Well...it comes from a newer breed of cows, not too popular yet, but I'm hoping folks will catch onto it soon," he replied.
The rest of the dinner was silent, Jason enjoying the first home-cooked meal he had eaten in a long time. The cat sat up and stretched, thanking the raccoon for the filling meal. He failed horribly at trying to stifle a yawn, chuckling lightly afterwards. "Mmm...I think I'll hit the sack...thanks again for letting me stay, and for the dinner," he said.
The raccoon gave him another smile. "You're welcome, son...it's nice to have some company every now and then," he replied, standing up and taking the dishes.
Jason headed up to his temporary room. He took a look out the window as he took off his clothing, getting ready for bed. He could barely see the outline of the barn in the darkness. It gave him a somewhat creepy feeling, and he didn't know why. He sighed and lay down on the comfortable bed, quickly falling asleep.
Jason didn't wake up until it was light out, having slept through most of the morning. He sat up, rubbing his eyes as the light shone in through the window of his room. He looked out the window towards the barn just in time to see Henry exit the barn door, turning around and locking a big padlock to secure the door. This was the oddest ting he had seen so far, and it amplified his curiosity. It was then that he decided to check out what was going on inside that barn. He got up from the bed, putting on his clothing from the other day. He heard the raccoon call up to him that he was going for a walk, and would be returning later, which would give Jason some time to see what was in that barn.
After he was sure Henry was gone Jason made his way out to the barn. He inspected the lock on the door, the padlock being thick and well made. He decided taking the front entrance would be too noticeable, so he slowly circled the large barn, looking for another possible entrance. He went around to the back of the barn, not having seen any windows on the left side.
Something caught his eye when he stepped behind the barn. Through a few bushes growing against the rear of the barn was what looked like some kind of grating. He crouched on all fours and crawled through the bushes, pushing them aside as he finally reached the side of the barn. The opening looked barely big enough for him to crawl through, and when he grabbed the grating, it felt loose. With a few tugs he pulled the grating off, then slowly slipped into the dark barn.
The ground on the other side of the grating was cold concrete, and the space he had crawled into was barely big enough for him to stand up. He was apparently behind some large tanks and boxes, most likely the milk storage tanks and boxes full of supplies. He made his way along the wall in the dim light as he looked for something to light the barn up. The sounds of the milking machine echoed throughout the large barn, but he could hear another sound just barely over the pumps...it sounded much like occasional moaning. The sounds we slowly beginning to creep him out as his fingers finally found a light switch. The florescent lights flickered on overhead, revealing a sight that would remain engraved in his mind for a long time.
He was sitting at the end of two rows containing furry females. They were all set in some kind of harness hanging from the ceiling that kept them slightly above the ground and facing down towards the ground. Their legs were spread apart, their knees bent so that their heels were touching the backs of their thighs, and their arms were restrained behind their backs. His eyes were quickly drawn to their chests, though, as he walked between the rows. They would have looked right in a strip club. None of these females had breasts smaller than ripe cantaloupes, yet they were apparently real, as proven by the clear suction pumps that were extracting large amounts of milk from each of the females. This was still only the icing on the cake, as most of the females in the room were visibly pregnant, their large bellies hanging down towards the ground. The largest of them all looked ready to drop a rather large litter, while the smaller ones only looked as if they had a potbelly. The oddest thing about them, though, was that as he walked by them, they didn't react to him, almost as if he didn't even exist to them; in fact, a few seemed to be sleeping despite the breast pumping.
He stopped suddenly as he heard the female nearest to him moan loudly, the sound of liquid splattering on the concrete following her moan. He turned towards the female, a deer by the look of it. She seemed to be softly groaning, liquid slowly dripping from between her legs. He slowly circled her stall, watching as her huge tummy began to contract. He finally realized that she was in labor, and whatever was inside her belly was making its way out. He sat transfixed, watching the laboring deer as she groaned. He moved behind her, now able to see that there seemed to be some kind of slide positioned under her sex, for a reason he was about to discover. He watched as her sex lips began to part, something pearly white peeking out from between her pink lips. He gasped as a large egg began to push from her vagina. The egg was slightly bigger than an ostrich egg, stretching the deer's sex as the widest part of the egg was forced out of her sex. With another loud moan the egg slipped from her sex and onto the slide, where it rolled off into a padded container. She began to moan again as another egg moved into her birth canal.
Jason stepped back from the deer, looking around to the other females. After a quick count, there were 25 females of different species inside the barn, all currently being relieved of their milk supply. There happened to be one empty harness, and Jason wondered who it was for. His thoughts were derailed as he heard someone whistling outside of the barn...Henry was back! He rushed to hit the lights, slipping back behind the boxes he originally came in behind. The lock on the door clanked as the raccoon unlocked the padlock. The door creaked open, light from outside flooding through the cracked bar door. The door closed behind the coon, but soon the barn's lights lit up again. Henry continued to whistle to himself as he strolled between the rows of females, checking each one over as he walked past the hidden Jason to the back of the barn. He pulled a cord that was hanging from the low ceiling, a ladder unfolding from an open compartment. Henry climbed the ladder, leaving Jason's sight.
Jason heard the farmer's boots clomping around on the second floor of the barn. Jason wasn't sure, but he thought he could hear the muffled shouts of another female echoing through the barn. He received his answer as Henry descended the ladder, carrying a struggling female over his shoulder. She was restrained much like the others, but her mouth was filled with a ball gag, quieting her shouts. She continued to struggle even as the raccoon stepped off of the ladder, raising it back up to the ceiling. He stepped over to the empty harness, hooking the female into the harness. Jason couldn't get a good look at her until Henry stepped away from her stall.
From the looks of her face she was a bunny, light tan-colored fur covering her body, her underbelly and inner thigh fur white. Between her long ears she had a long crop of red hair. Her hair was matted and looked unkempt, strands of it falling down over her face, which Jason found very beautiful despite the venomous look she was giving the farmer. She continued to struggle in her restraint, causing the fluffy thing she had for a tail to flick into view. Jason could see that she wasn't 100% rabbit, the tail looking much like one on a squirrel. Her body was fairly petite, with the exception of her hips, rump, and chest. Her hips curved out from her body nicely, looking almost made for childbearing. She had two generous swells for her rump, not overly plump, but just enough to give her figure more attracting power. By far the one thing that drew Jason's eye was her chest. Her breasts hung down from her body in twin teardrop shapes, her large, erect nipples pointing towards the ground. The looked much like the honeydew melons he would buy at the grocery store. As she continued to struggle, her breasts would jostle around, smacking each other and forcing out dribbles of milk. They looked almost overfull, leaking even without her violent movements.
Henry, through it all, just stood aside and chuckled evilly, reaching out and groping one of her large breasts as if milking her, causing her milk to let down. "Well...we shouldn't let such good milk go to waste..." he commented as he picked up the milking harness, snapping it around her body and fitting the suction cups over her erect pink nipples. She moaned out angrily as her milk began to flow into the cups against her will, shooting the farmer another hateful look. He smirked back at her, removing a small box from his back pocket, from which he produced a syringe. He quickly jabbed her with it in her rump, injecting the contents into her before removing the needle. "That should calm you down some...a few more of these shots and you'll come to enjoy your stay here...like the others," he said to her with a wicked laugh that sent shivers up Jason's spine. The farmer walked back down the rows towards the door, randomly groping one of the other females before he exited the barn, locking the door again. He had forgotten to turn off the barn light though, much to Jason's good luck.
The tabby slid out from his hiding spot, quickly stepping over to the newest female. She didn't immediately respond to his presence, staring down at the ground, softly sobbing in frustration and embarrassment. She didn't look up until she heard a quiet "Hey!", finally noticing the tabby cat that was hiding in the barn. Her eyes opened wide, her struggles returning, albeit a lot weaker than before, the shot the farmer had given her taking away much of her energy. Jason leaned over and removed the gag from her mouth, only to receive a string of hysterical babble from the female. He covered her mouth with his hand, trying to get her to calm down. It took a few minutes, but he finally got her into a composed state. She sighed happily as he removed his hand from her muzzle, finally letting her speak. "How did you get in here? Never mind, it doesn't matter...please, help me get outta this thing before that sicko returns!" she demanded, wiggling her body against the harness.
He shook his head, replying in a low voice. "I got in through a grate in the side of the barn wall, but I don't know if I can do that right now...we have no way of getting out of here, and if we run into the surrounding woods, we don't have any food and we don't know how long it is 'til the next farm...or town even," he told her solemnly.
She gave out another sigh, her emerald green eyes looking up into his deep blue ones. "What are you going to do? You're not going to leave me here?" she pleaded to him.
He shook his head. "Listen, I'm not gonna leave any of you here. This is what I'll do: after Henry goes to bed I'll grab some stuff from his house, some food and other things, and then come and get you all out of here," he stated.
"It's no use to try to save the others...they are all practically brain dead. The farmer...he gave them some kinda shot, and according to what he said, it turned them into mindless, egg-laying milk cows...but I'm willing to go with you if you want to get me out tonight," she said, hope evident in her voice.
He nodded to her. "All right...I'll come back after Henry goes to bed, and we'll get you out of this place," he said, reaching up and stroking her face softly, receiving a churr in response.
"All right, I'll wait for you tonight...but you'll need the keys. I think by that time I might be a bit to big to escape though that grate...the farmer told me that I should start growing my first 'clutch' soon..." she said with a disgusted shiver.
He sighed and nodded. "Okay, I'll try to figure out where he keeps his keys so I can unlock the door. I'll see you later on tonight...oh, I think I have to put this back in your mouth, so he doesn't know that someone's been in here..." he said, picking up the ball gag. She sighed and opened her mouth, accepting the gag once again. He quickly waved to her before slipping back behind the boxes and out of the grating through which he had entered the barn.
He slipped back to the house, his mind reeling over what he just found out about his supposed benefactor. He retreated back to 'his' room, lying back down on the bed. "So...I guess that explains the genetics and biology books," he said to himself, picking up the book he had been reading. He tried to return to his normal state of mind, reading a few paragraphs from the book, but couldn't get the vision of the barn and those poor women out of his head.
He was so distracted that he didn't notice Henry step into his room, carrying a tray of food with him. "Here, son, got some lunch for you. Hope you like ham and turkey," he said, setting the tray down on the desk near the bed. Jason nodded his thanks, trying not to show any change in his attitude after seeing the inside of the farmer's barn. "I'm gonna be running around the farm, so if you need me just holler. I'll be back in the house around dinner time to cook," Henry continued, leaving the tabby to himself.
Jason looked over at the tray: a turkey and ham sandwich, some home-made potato chips, and a glass of milk. He sighed as his thoughts turned back to the bunny-squirrel he had talked to in the barn...the milk was more than likely pumped from the girls. He'd be springing her from her prison later tonight; he just hoped they would make it somewhere safe before the farmer discovered them.
While the farmer was away Jason took the liberty to ready his plan. He found some fresh fruit, bread, and vegetables in the kitchen, as well as a backpack that he'd be able to keep them in. He could take some blankets from his room to keep them warm if the night became too cold, and in the pantry was a large canteen he could use to carry some fresh water. He headed back into his room once he had mentally rehearsed the first part of his plan. After taking the keys from the farmers room he'd head to the kitchen, grab everything they needed, then go out to the barn. He watched out the window for a while, catching glimpses of Henry doing various things around his backyard. Anticipation and a bit of fear was welling up inside of Jason...he had no idea how that night was going to turn out.
Jason lost track of time once again, his mind going over the possibilities of the night. Henry came up and brought him for dinner, which he finished quickly. Jason gave a lame excuse of being tired to be left alone. He sat down on his bed, turned out the lights, and waited for the farmer to head to bed. He sat and watched the barn for several hours, continually rehearsing his plan in his head, and when he felt it was late enough, he finally put his plan in motion.
He collected everything around the house that he had marked to pick up before, saving the keys for last. He left the backpack with his supplies in the kitchen, sneaking silently upstairs to Henry's room. He carefully turned the door knob, making sure not to make any noise. He peeked into the room, looking around and making sure everything was clear. The moonlight coming in from the windows illuminated most of the room, allowing Jason to make out where Henry was sleeping, and where he kept his things. Across from the door, lying on top of a dresser were the keys to the barn. He tiptoed into the room, hearing the raccoon snore loudly. Jason silently snatched the keys from the dresser, but froze as Henry stopped snoring and rolled over. The cat thought he had been caught, but soon the raccoon began to snore again. Jason mentally sighed in relief and snuck slowly out of the room, noiselessly closing the door behind him. He quickly headed back downstairs, picking up the things he packed up and headed out the back door, jogging up to the large barn. He dealt with the lock, and soon was making his way towards the back of the barn, where the rabbit-squirrel was restrained.
He stopped in his tracks when he finally saw her. She had changed a lot over the few hours he was inside the house. Her breasts had bloated even larger than they were earlier, looking more like oblong basketballs as they hung from her chest. The cups from the milking machine had been removed, indicating that she had been drained of her milk. The major change, though, was the size of her belly. She looked as if she could comfortably house a litter of four in her womb. Her belly, out of all the females in the barn, was the largest he had seen. She seemed to be asleep and quite uncomfortable hanging with all the weight pressing her down into the harness around her body.
Jason stepped up to her and tapped her on her shoulder, stirring her from her uneasy sleep. She woke up with a scowl on her face, but once she noticed who it was, she began to thrash once more in her harness. He shushed her and looked over the restraints by which she was restrained. With a little work he lowered her to the ground, where he was able to unlock her cuffs. She squealed in delight as she was freed, removing the gag from her mouth. "Oh, thank God! Help me up so we can get out of here," she said gratefully, reaching up to get help standing. Jason reached down and took her small hands, and with a large grunt hoisted her to her feet. She held onto him as she acclimated herself to her new center of gravity, and the new weight pulling her towards the ground. Once her legs adjusted to the weight, she looked to him with a bit of helplessness.
"You, uh...didn't happen to grab something for me to wear, did you?" she asked with a bit of a blush. He returned the look, then pulled a sheet he had picked up from the bedroom out of his backpack.
"
This is the best I have," he said as he helped her tie the sheet so it would stay on and preserve what modesty she still had.
"Anyway...I didn't think you'd be able to fit into any of the clothes he had in there...but we shouldn't delay, Henry could wake up at any time..." he said softly, taking her hand and tugging her towards the barn door. She had to take her time, waddling as quickly as she could behind the tabby as the reached the barn door. Even after only having walked that far, the rabbit-squirrel was running out of breath, although she was determined to make it off of the farm regardless of her condition.
They managed to make it halfway to the tree line before they noticed a beam of light shining on them from behind. The sound of a shotgun cocking accompanied the light as Henry stood on his porch, an angry look on his gray and black face. "Somehow I knew you were going to cause me some trouble, kid...I shoulda left ya where I found ya," he said with a small growl as he aimed his shotgun at the two.
Jason glanced over at his companion with a worried look, his hand clutching the other flashlight he had picked up. "When I tell you to...run towards the trees as fast as you can...I'll be right behind you..." he whispered to her, releasing her hand. She gulped nervously, her free hand clutching her belly lightly.
"You're gonna be sorry you've done this to all of those females in there, I can tell you that...you won't get away with what you've done," Jason replied, hefting the flashlight in his right hand, his heart beating in his throat at what he was planning to do.
Henry simply laughed. "They'll never figure it out...they still haven't after all these years. You and your friend there are just gonna be more faded memories," he said with an evil chuckle as he shouldered his shotgun.
Jason took in a deep breath and finally made his move. With marksman-like precision he spun around and chucked the flashlight at the raccoon, nailing him right in the forehead and knocking him backwards. The muzzle of the gun when up as it went off, firing into the back porch's roof as the raccoon toppled backwards. The two ran for the trees, Jason following behind the rabbit-squirrel, pushing her along but having to make sure she didn't trip. The last thing Jason saw was the raccoon slowly standing up rubbing his forehead.
The two ran as far as they could, not stopping for anything until the rabbit-squirrel fem was finally exhausted from her burden. The sheet did nothing to stop her huge breasts from bouncing, and nearly threw her off balance several times. She finally slowed to a stop, then collapsed backwards against a tree, panting heavily. Jason stopped as well, feeling as though they were far enough away from the farm to finally stop their fleeing. He knelt down next to the gravid femme, rubbing her heaving belly as she fought to catch her breath. He placed the bag he had down onto the ground, taking out the canteen he had snatched and handed it to her. She took several swigs as she rested, her breathing finally slowing to a calmer level. She had tears in her eyes, but it was soon apparent to Jason that they were of joy and gratitude. He chuckled and gently rubbed her belly, causing her to murr softly.
"Oh, thank the gods...I'm so happy to be done with that nightmare..." she said with small sobs. Jason smiled and nodded, wiping of her damp cheeks with an edge of the sheet. Jason noticed as her demeanor changed quite suddenly, a small giggle escaping her lips.
"You know...it totally didn't cross my mind until now, but I haven't given you my name...I'm Amber..." she said almost absentmindedly.
Jason laughed softly. "Well...we've been kinda too busy to do any introductions, but I'm Jason," he said with a smile.
Amber returned the smile, and with a bit of effort leaned up and kissed the tabby on his lips, catching him completely off guard. She eventually flopped back on her bottom, breaking the kiss with another small giggle. "That's for saving me," she said softly.
Jason was stunned by the gesture, but quickly recovered, though slightly embarrassed. "Oh, it's all right...I wasn't going to just leave you there..." he replied. He placed his bag in his lap, rummaging through it and pulling out the bread, fruit, and veggies he had taken, handing her some of the food.
"Here...I'm sure you're hungry after that run, especially with all that weigh," he said as he bit into an apple. She nodded eagerly and dug into the food, murring contently as she ate her first real bit of food in too long.
As things finally wound down, the two eventually fell asleep together, not so much as to conserve body heat, but to just be together. Jason had snuggled up to the gravid bunny-squirrel as they slept, only to be woken up by a groan from Amber. He woke up in a confused stupor, looking over to the bunny-squirrel. Her fists were clenched and her eyes shut as her belly tightened around her load. It took Jason a moment to put two and two together in his tiredness, but he finally realized she was about to lay her eggs.
As the contraction passed she began to pant softly, looking up to Jason with helplessness. "I need to get into a better position!" she cried urgently, reaching for his hands. He nodded and hefted her up with all his effort, noticing quite unintentionally that her breasts were looking almost painfully bloated now, and were slowly leaking trails of her milk onto her belly. He didn't have time to comment on that, because she gave another groan, her belly tightening up once more. He helped her into a squatting position, having her brace herself against the trunk of the tree to hold herself upright. She moaned out, a trickle of fluid dripping from between her legs as she flexed her muscles, her bushy tail raising and pushing the sheet off from her body. Her long ears sagged, the contraction passing as she fought to catch her breath.
Her belly quickly hardened again, but she felt the urge to push this time around. She gritted her teeth and bore down, feeling something slowly being pushed through her cervix and into her birth canal. Jason stood by, confused and worried, mainly because he was unsure of what to do. He settled with simply gathering the sheet under her to soften the impact of the eggs before he began stroking her back and face, and coaching her through her laying. "That's it, Amber, pushpushpush," he encouraged.
She grunted once more as she pushed harder, feeling the very first of her eggs proceed down her birth canal. In a few moments the lips of her sex spread, the egg crowning. She moaned softly, this time out of pleasure as her sex spread around the egg, slowly stretching into a ring a good 5 inches in diameter as the egg pushed her open. As soon as the widest part had been pushed out, it dropped to the piled-up sheet. Amber didn't have much time to relax as the next egg quickly began to make its way down her birth canal. Jason hefted the large egg up, easily the size of an ostrich egg and of very impressive weight, and marveled at how she was able to push out such a large object...it should have been impossible, or at least far more difficult than she made it seem. He was jarred from his brief reverie as Amber moaned again, her sex spreading around the next egg. He put down the first and decided to help catch the next egg as Amber squeezed it out.
The laying seemed to get easier with each egg she pushed out, the eggs not only coming out quicker, but causing her to moan softly as each spread her sex apart. Jason noticed as she passed her third egg that she was leaking milk profusely, the front of her belly soaked as her breasts wept their milk down her front. As she laid the fourth egg, her sex began to drip juices other than the ones coming from the birth. She began to unconsciously rock her hips as she bore down on the coming egg, the shell of the object sliding against a very sensitive spot in her sex, causing her muscles to seize up. She threw her head back and let out a loud cry, her sex contracting hard around the egg as she came over it. Jason was caught off guard, and barely missed catching the egg as it plopped out of her sex, covered in both birth and sexual juices. She calmed down enough to push out her fifth egg, panting and moaning as it slid from her sex along with a small deluge of backed-up juices.
Her belly had decreased in size considerably as she laid her sixth egg with another cry, feeling her rolling orgasm start to build again. Her seventh came out easily, her eighth emerging amongst another small flood of her sexual juices. She was panting heavily as she began to push out number nine, the last eight eggs having sucked up almost all of her energy, but the reassuring presence of Jason kept her going. She struggled hard to push out the last egg, number ten, but with a few hard pushes the egg landed into Jason's waiting hands. He placed the last egg in the pile with the others, leaving them to dry as Amber collapsed against the tree. He moved her to the side, leaning her back against another part of the tree so as to not get her any messier than she already was. Her thighs were soaked with a mix of her sexual juices, the birth juices, and the little bit of milk that didn't drip off her belly. Her stomach and lower chest were also soaked, but completely in milk, her nipples still dripping milk to the beat of her pulse. The large amount of pressure in her breasts caused her a lot of discomfort as she panted, her hand reaching up to her nipple and giving it a squeeze. Her milk squirted almost a good 6 feet away due to how backed up she was, and Jason could tell it was painful.
Amber looked up at him, her eyes asking for help again. He couldn't refuse, kneeling back down at her side and taking one of her large nipples into his mouth. It didn't take much suction for him to get a spray of milk. He began to suckle quickly, doing his best to drain her bloated breast as she milked her other one by hand. He ignored complaints from his stomach as it filled with her creamy milk, trying to empty her breasts. As soon as her other breast was drained enough to regain a bit of flexibility, she raised the nipple to her mouth and began to drink her own milk, murring softly as her tired sex once again began to leak her juices. She could see, out of the corner of her eye, a rather large bulge in Jason's pants. She giggled mentally, and slowly reached her free hand over to his stomach, gently stroking it and causing him to purr into the soft flesh of her breast. He closed his eyes as she stroked him, but snapped them back open as he felt her hand sliding down into the waistband of his pants. He felt her fingers wrap around his throbbing shaft, already wet with precum. He moaned into her breasts as she took his throbbing shaft into her hand, her breast finally running dry. He released it, letting it flop down as he freed his mouth for speaking. "Wha...what are you doing?" he asked, moaning softly once again.
She smiled and dropped her other breast. "I'm just repaying you...and helping you a bit with this. Don't want you to get blue balls..." she said coyly, giving his shaft a small squeeze. He sat back as she reached over with her other hand, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to pull out his shaft. She eased herself up from where she was seated and slowly crawled over his legs, leveling her head with his shaft. He propped his upper half up with his arms as she lowered her head down to his shaft, darting her tongue around the small bumps and blunted barbs around the head of his shaft. She quickly took his full shaft into her mouth, sucking lightly on it as he had done with her nipple. Jason moaned deeply, his pre leaking out onto her waiting tongue as she sucked on him, her tongue pressing against the head of his shaft. Her head slowly began to bob up and down his shaft, forcing the tip of his shaft to touch the back of her throat each time. Jason nearly blew his load when he felt her take him even deeper into her mouth, her throat muscles swallowing along his shaft. His whole body shuddered as she slid his shaft back out of her throat, her tongue once again stroking along him in her mouth. She gave him a hard suck, pulling out gobs of pre as he slowly approached his orgasm.
She let his shaft slip out of her mouth as she leaned forward, her hands taking her deflated breasts and wrapping the softened flesh around his shaft. He let out a loud moan as he felt her encase his shaft in her chest, her head leaning down and licking the head of his shaft once more. She began to move her breasts up and down his shaft, causing Jason to purr in excitement. She could see his body start to stiffen, his toes curling as he tried to hold off from blowing all over Amber's breasts. Amber smirked, speeding up her bobbing, sucking on his head with each chance until she finally heard him let out a large groan, his lefts going stiff. She took his shaft completely into her mouth just in time to catch his first spurt of cum, the thick fluid jetting against the back of her throat. Her cheeks puffed up, not having expected such volume from the feline, but she did her best to swallow everything he was releasing, little dribbles of his cum dripping from the corners of her mouth. She reached down and massaged his balls, urging him to give her every last drop, and by the time Jason finished, he felt as if he really had. He fully reclined back onto the ground, panting and purring as Amber licked his shaft clean, then crawled up and lay down next to him, a content smile on her face. He returned it and stroked her side, letting her snuggle up against him. "Mmm...thanks for saving me, 'hero,'" she said as they let unconsciousness take them away once more.
Epilogue
The two eventually made their way to the next farm, and despite doubts from the farmer managed to call the police, telling them of the kidnapping and the other events that had transpired. The police immediately went to investigate, but unfortunately they found Henry's farm deserted, the barn devoid of anyone. The search of the grounds gave little clue as to what had happened, or where the farmer had taken the kidnapped females. Henry Clark was thought to have fled the US after Amber and Jason had escaped from his property.
As for Amber, she decided to live with Jason, the only fur she knew would sympathize so strongly with her now altered biology, having no living relatives. Without Clark's injections, her egg cycle eventually slowed down to once a month, as did her milk production, which slowed down to needing milking once every day, rather than once every few hours (although neither ever stopped).
The end....