{"sf1_id":1627975,"sf2_id":"znJqDYQm","title":"Hearth in Herds – Part IV","author":"The Brain of Lazarus","words":10032,"posted_at":"2020-09-14T04:35:38.000Z","tags":["Anal","Ass","Bovid","Breasts","Commission","Cow","Deep Throat","Fox","Human","Lactation","M/F","M/F/F","Milking","Oral","Story Series","Straight","Teasing","Threesome","Vaginal","Vixen"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1627975-hearth-in-herds-part-iv","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJqDYQm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/92/51/9251916e-173f-41d1-9d97-91d9a2578fd9","description":"Another installment in the \"Heart in Heards\" series, as commissioned by\n\n[@GentlemanMad](/u/GentlemanMad)\n ! Enjoy.","content":"**Hearth in Herds – Part IV**\n\nThat was _something._\n\nJamie stretched a line of comforting fabric over Sally's curvaceous frame as she nestled her head further into silky pillow. She sighed peacefully, eyelids closed, lost in a deep slumber. Partly because she was at peace, partly because she was exhausted. Guess a romp will do that.\n\nThe young man heaved a satisfied sigh, looking her over. He was glad she was resting now, happily so. He'd join her too but. . . what with all the “feelings\" he was having, not to mention the stamina induced from the milk, he genuinely feared he'd just want to fuck her sloppy over and over. It was an admittedly alluring though, but, best to give her peace. After all, he liked her, he didn't want her to feel like she was just meat, especially given Sally's history with him.\n\nNighttime was an interesting thing at the farm estate. The distant stretch of near-empty horizon was colored with dark bluish hues. Even from the window, you could make out silvermoths, natural insectoids to this planet – all of which flickered about like bright, ghostly torches. Made it look like the night sky was painted as far as the eye could see. He liked it. He never really _observed_ the farm for all the native beauty it held. Even the sky bore strange trails of cloudy violet, no doubt an effect from the atmosphere, _only_ visible at dark. He was learning a lot.\n\nJamie cleaned up and tossed on a robe, fancying some personal time. Mostly to get his head focused and process the day. It was _busy_, to say the least.\n\nHe ventured back to the kitchen to get himself some water and food. _Water,_ he made sure this time. The milk was great and all but if he took another drink no doubt he'd be up all night. As for food, a couple strips of _Synthmeat-_bacon and eggs helped throw some protein back into his system. Though the meat wasn't like its exact counterpart, it still had all the nutrients needed and the flavoring was impossible to notice from the real thing. Had to be careful about what kind of meat he ate on the farm, as it were.\n\nAt the table, he noticed something. Jamie flicked on the light. There – forgotten by one of the girls – was a book. Then, Jamie realized, one of the only avid readers on the farm was Mary. It wasn't that the others couldn't read, it simply wasn't in their list of interested hobbies. Curious, he pulled it over, thinking it might be a journal.\n\nInstead, it had a deep navy-blue finish with a gorgeous engraving. No picture, only a title: _Temple on the Moon._ Jamie never heard of it, though he couldn't recall the last real book he dove into.\n\nThat aside, the concept fascinated him. Indeed, what kind of literature did Hybrids like to get into, anyway? No doubt there were probably entire libraries of Hybrid writers with Hybrid-centric stories, philosophies, and tales. Hah, an interesting idea. Jamie thought to pursue it later, but for now. . .\n\nHe opened the book, curiosity getting the better of him. He flipped through a few pages, gauged some paragraphs, and swiftly realized it was fantasy. Word choices and descriptions fit that. Well, it made sense. Mary was an avid book reader, no doubt she liked this kind of thing. Were it not so late in the hour Jamie might take up a read himself, but, night was night.\n\nHe flipped the book over for a description.\n\nAs he read the summary passage. . . he stopped. Oh. _Oh._\n\nIn the simplest of words, the book wasn't just fantasy, it was _erotica._ That was a kind way of saying it was pornography, in written form. Specifically, this was a short-novel about a Hybrid woman falling into service of her human master and serving dutifully under him. . . and given the nature of the book, well, it didn't take much to figure out what that might entail. A few flip throughs and quick reads and, yes, the explicit nature of the book was clear.\n\nWell, damn Mary. Jamie had no idea. At least she knew what she liked!\n\nJamie took said book to the estate library, which was only used by Mary – most of the time. He scanned one of the shelves to find the empty spot where the book might go, viewing the spines of other titles. Others had similar names such as _“Passion of the Master, Vol 2\"_ or _“Forbidden, The Fox Diary.\"_ Curious, Jamie checked their descriptions and discovered – indeed – they were all similar in nature and content. Mary had a particular kink, looked like.\n\nGiven the late hour and his desire to turn in, Jamie cleaned for the night and tossed on some comfortable clothes. Once he returned to his quarters, everything was normal. . . save for one thing. Ah? No, he wasn't blind. On his bed was a book – and more specifically, one of the books from Marie's collection (it certainly had to be, given the name). Intrigued, he picked it up, looking around. Did she leave this here for him?\n\n_Well, why else would she?_\n\nThe book was entitled “Madness of the Mistress,\" and less about her “madness\" and more infatuation with her human master. Again, like all of Marie's books (or most at least) it dealt with chimera/human relationships. At least in terms of the master and servitor. . . similar to his own situation. Eager, Jamie dove into the pages, wrapping himself in the story, nodding off as he flipped through each page.\n\nWhen he dreamed, he slumbered with thoughts of bare-chested Bovid girls. . .\n\n-\\*-\n\n“. . .Jamie?\"\n\nLight washed over Jamie's face. His eyelids, heavy like metal, flickered open, slow and blinking. The muddy reality of blotchy colors and unclear noises consumed him, a mix of unclear sights and shapes. Then, clarity. He took a breath, fatigue fading from his body, stretching. Oh shit, it was morning. . . or. . .\n\n“Finally!\" chirped a voice. “Thought you'd never wake up!\"\n\nRealization overcame Jamie. At first, he thought he was looking at Bess – given the figure shared the same features and general appearance. But as sleep faded from his mind, it wasn't her. Rather, it was Lilly, Bess' daughter. To what he owed the pleasure. . .\n\n“Hmm. . . what now?\" grumbled Jamie, pushing himself up from the bed. “It's not. . .\"\n\nLate was what he wanted to say, but it wasn't. Except. . . oh shit, it really was. Almost an hour past noon. Damn, guess all the “business\" from the day previous did him in. “Oh.\"\n\nLilly giggled, prodding him. Jamie, at once, noticed how her cleavage wobbled together, not a far stretch from her mother. He did his best to “hold it together,\" given he'd just woke up. “You all right?\" she said, smirking.\n\n“Don't think I've _ever_ seen you sleep in.\"\n\nJamie rubbed his head, giving a sheepish grin. “Well, all sorts of things are changing, I guess.\"\n\n“Heh,\" she chuckled, standing over her master. “Sure are.\"\n\nLilly made a wide gesture. “You know that foxy hire you brought on, uh, Tricky?\"\n\nJamie blinked. “Trixxy.\"\n\n“Right. Well, uh, she's been more 'helpful' than we thought. Down at the barn, ya' know?\"\n\nWell, no, Jamie _didn't._ What did that mean? Given Trix's forward nature, though, he could take a guess. “Really?\"\n\n“Yup. Mischief too. . . mostly mischief.\"\n\nAh, jeeze. Well, Jamie didn't want things to get off to a bad foot with he vixen and her colleagues. After all, no doubt everyone had a lot of adjusting to do. “Hmm. I need to talk to her?\"\n\nLilly's smirked shifted to a grin, playful. “Sorta'.\"\n\nSeemed there was more going on than he realized. “All right.\"\n\nIn the meantime, Jamie glanced down, hidden by his covers. “I uh, should get ready.\"\n\nLilly didn't budge, tilting her head. “Go ahead.\"\n\n“. . .I'm not wearing anything.\"\n\n“I _know.\"_\n\nJamie cleared his throat. All right, younger than Bess, but still as feisty. Guess she took after her mom o'plenty. “Say. . .\" she continued, a mischief tone snaring her voice. “You haven't had breakfast, I'm betting?\"\n\nHe nodded. “Only woke up now.\"\n\n“Wellll. . .\" said Sally, glancing here and there. “How about some milk?\"\n\nJamie flushed, heart catching fire. That was a pretty obvious flirt, given what happened the previous day. Sally was looking him over too, “admiring,\" her own cheeks glowing rose. Now, if this was any other day, any time before Jamie had slept with the other girls, he would've declined. But, the hunger so generously imprinted into him changed things. He yearned and he hungered. Again, if he was to be head of this hearth, he planned to act like it.\n\n“From the source, I take it,\" he commented. “It's better when fresher.\"\n\nLilly played along. “Oh, I _agree.\"_\n\nIn a swift motion, Lilly unbuttoned her country blouse, the fabric heaving as her thick, plump breasts spilled free, offering a small 'clap' as they tossed together. Her glistening pink nips beckoned to Jamie with teasing display, and she was a dead-ringer for her mother, just about. Give her a few\u0026nbsp; years and she might've gotten bigger!\n\n“They always go on about 'fresh' at the markets,\" she commented. “So. . . you know.\"\n\nJamie shuddered. Nice way to wake up. Given the stimulating nature of the milk – both physical _and_ for arousal – he was eager to partake. Not to mention, he'd need the energy for whatever hurdles the day threw at him.\n\nSally leaned, seeing that Jamie was aroused, and she _didn't_ mean his face. Her thick busts pressed into his face and she pet his head, giggling. “It's the most important meal of the day.\"\n\n“Ibbn't it lushftimf,\" he responded, muffled between her fat busts.\n\n“Brunch then!\"\n\nHe wasn't complaining. Lilly laughed, wiggling his head between her chest while his hands slipped to the weighty front, gripping them in hungry fashion. Lilly cooed, appreciating the touches, arcing her back to allow for better access.\n\nJamie wasted no time, grabbing each orb and massing them between fingers, toying with her pink nips while his mouth wrapped around each teat. He licked and suckled, sampling the savory flavor of Sally's nectar. The enhanced milk wasn't processed like the machines did them, so it didn't have the same taste as its bottled variant. Didn't matter though, to him it was delicious as he massaged and coaxed the Bovid girl on. The excitement incurred a positive reaction, netting him yet more rewarding milk.\n\n“Nnf, e-easy,\" murmured Lilly as Jamie suckled her, harsh and wanting. “I still have a shift t-today.\"\n\nJamie released her with a pop. “This _is_ your shift.\"\n\nHe wobbled her chest together, the sensations of warm, silky fur melting into his palm. The scent of hay and earth spilled over his nose along with the subtle but distinct aroma that was Lilly. Once more, he ravenously dove into her breasts, nibbling and nursing, sipping her milk for his “morning\" meal.\n\nIf he didn't have something to do, he'd stay this way.\n\nStill, the notion Trixx was up to something distracted him enough he eventually stopped. Just as well, the milk had the same effect as it did like before: a surge of stamina and energy took root. He was alert, awake, and ready for the day. But instead of a burnout result with say, caffeine, this could carry him for _hours._\n\nPanting, Lilly drew back, glancing down at her drippy chest, flushing beat rose. “Oh w-wow. . .\"\n\nJamie chuckled. “I think that doubles as an inspection.\"\n\n“Uh. Y-yeah.\"\n\nSatisfied, Jamie stood to toss some clothes on as Lilly buttoned back up. “So, Trixx is acting foxy?\" he said absent minded, electing a casual attire.\n\n“That's one way to put it.\"\n\n“Fights?\"\n\nLilly giggled. “Oh, no. Not like she could take us. . . but no.\"\n\nWell, if it wasn't a fight, Jamie could only wonder. He doubted Trixx was out for trouble. But then again, maybe she was, and it was a different _kind_ of trouble?\n\n“I'll take care of it,\" he said. “And. . .\" A glance back to Lilly, observing her chest.\n\n“I'll probably be back for seconds.\"\n\nThe Bovid girl went another rush of rose, chuckling to herself. “I _hope_ so.\"\n\nAh, so tempted was Jamie to remain and “enjoy\" Lilly's breakfast, but there were things to do. At least now he had _plenty_ of energy for the day. The milk was truly an astonishing source of energy, even more so because he was a human. Something about adapting to pasteurization and the miracle of genetic engineering. Heck, maybe it was even _better._ He didn't know what process the machines conducted when dealing with milking the girls, but the end result couldn't have been as good as “straight from the tap.\"\n\nThoughts aside, Jamie strode out of the estate towards the barn. This was apparently where Trixx was causing a fuss. He took a breath, trying to remember his station. Boss mode, head of the farm, his word was final, that kinda' thing. It was admittedly hard to get into, that mindset, because he was used to playing things so casual and friendly. Frankly the farm was doing a good job running itself before he bumbled in. . . he had to wonder if his brand of authority was even needed.\n\nRegardless, he was about to find out. He went to the primary barn, which hosted the milking machines (the other was for cold storage).\u0026nbsp; It was – despite its name – actually quite modernized. It had fixings like you'd expect on Earth Prime, but was primarily designed for the girls' comfort and production. Jamie pushed through the double doors and instantly heard the familiar chirps and tones of Trixx. In contrast, another voice, Bess.\n\n“. . .can't just go around doing that, I don't care if Jamie likes you.\"\n\n“Aww, why not?\"\n\nAs Jamie approached, he didn't intercede just yet. Indeed, down the interior of the barn, Trixx stood cross armed opposed to a bare chested Bess. Her tail swished and her tone betrayed a sense of personal satisfaction. That was good, Jamie concluded. If they were arguing something serious, no doubt they'd sound more furious.\n\n“That's now how we do things here!\"\n\nTrixx scoffed. “That's a load. You do all _sortsa_ things. Pretending otherwise is just, well, silly. No wonder I got a go at Jamie before half of you.\"\n\nA grunt. “That isn't. . .\"\n\nTrixx waived her off. “What, appropriate? Blablabla, lighten up. Start going after what you want. And anyway, that's what I do, clearly!\"\n\n“You're messing with company product. You deliver, you should _know_ that's not okay.\"\n\nTrixx laughed. “You're worried about budget? Please. And besides, I work hard 'round here, I deserve to get a little snack.\"\n\n“You just started this morning!\" shrieked Bess.\n\n“Exactly.\"\n\n“Ugh, you're impossible.\"\n\nTrixx leaned on her hip, snickering. “Impossibly good looking. Besides, don't lie, you fuckin' loved it. I know what feels good. Not just some slobbering fool, now am I?\"\n\nWhat now? Jamie was still out of sight, but the conversation admittedly wasn't what he expected. Hell, he recognized Trixx's tone. It was _flirty._ Same voice she used with him the other day.\n\nBess didn't respond, incurring Trixx to speak more. “See?\"\n\nHere, Jamie decided to go ahead and step forward. He strode up, pleasant. “Bess. Trixx.\"\n\nBess glanced his way and dawned an expression or relief. Trixx, however, didn't so much as turn, her ears swiveling and flicking. Likely she knew he was there anyway.\n\n“Oh, Jamie!\" Bess brightened. “Hi! Uh. Sorry, I was just having a _conversation_ with Trixx.\"\n\n“So I could hear,\" continue Jamie, approaching. “Things okay?\"\n\n“Everything's fine,\" Trixx said with a smirk. “_Real_ fine.\"\n\n“No,\" grunted Bess, “It _isn't.\"_\n\nJamie took an inward breath. Alright, time to put in his big boy shoes and play mediator. This was why he was here.\n\n“Oh relax,\" said Trixx, waving a hand, “You were _real_ keen on it, weren't ya' Bessy?\"\n\nJamie stepped in now. “What's up?\"\n\nBess didn't respond at once, her cheeks flushing. She crossed her arms, not amused at Trixx's tease. “It's. . .\"\n\nThe vixen sighed. “Ya' see, Jamie, this is why I got first go at your dick. I gave Bess' pretty tits a little lick, is all. You know, getting a snack for all my hard work! Gotta' say, puts the spring back in my tail, no wonder those snobby townies love the stuff!\"\n\nJamie blinked. “Uh. . . what do you mean?\"\n\nBess snorted. “Pfft. She's a thief!\"\n\nJamie tilted his head. A thief? Well, that didn't sound like the vixen he knew. It wasn't like there was money lying around, nor did Trixx – a girl who _just_ got a high paying gig – would bother.\n\n“I can't help it,\" Trixx said with a shrug, “it's too easy. Fox gets her grapes. . .\"\n\nHere she sauntered forward, throwing out her palms and squeezing Bess' supple chest, fondling her fat bosoms in greedy fashion. “More like melons, really.\"\n\n“HEY!\" Bess yelped. “Cut that out!\"\n\nAll at once, it clicked. _Oh._ Trixx wasn't “stealing\" product or money – not that he actually thought she was. She just had the hots for Bess', uh, assets.\n\n“You could toss me off whenever you wanted, cow girl,\" chided Trix, wobbling the tits together. “But ya' didn't!\"\n\nBess glanced to Jamie, helpless. “S-see!?\"\n\nAlright, Jamie had to step in – if Bess was serious. “Whoa, Trixx, easy now. We can't just _do_ that.\"\n\nTrixx wasn't listening. No, in fact, she pushed _forward,_ shoving herself into her counterpart, pressing herself close into Bess. Bess yelped once more, losing balance and toppling back to her haunches while Trixx gracefully fell with her, tail swishing in playful sways.\n\n“Trix!\" reprimanded Jamie. “Come on!\"\n\nAgain, the vixen only chuckled, clearly amused. “What are _you_ gonna' do about it, huh?\" she challenged.\n\nBess was quick to join in. Quite abruptly, the mask had been pulled off. These two weren't arguing, it was a ploy to get Jamie here! As Jamie eyed the sight, other girls emerged, amused. The twins, for instance, had been waiting in the interior, watching from the side. “Yeah!\" their voices cried out, surprising the farm head.\n\n“What now Jamie?\"\n\nHe blinked, taken aback. “Huh?\"\n\nBess threw her arms around Trixx, squishing her close, glancing at Jamie before falling to her back. “This girl is a thief, Jamie!\" she protested again. “And that means she has to be punished!\"\n\nDid he miss something? Jamie stared. It dawned on him, too, Trixx wasn't exactly _clothed._ He'd gotten used to Hybrids wandering about in the nake, since their fur coats operated like clothing, but now. . . Perhaps it was because Trixx bore a wild grin and shook her backside in little sways, parting her legs. Like the mischievous vixen she was, it was clear what was on her mind. And Bess had gone right along with it!\n\n“Wait, wait a minute,\" Jamie said, raising a hand. “This isn't professional!\"\n\nTrixx snorted. “Only this doof could have a face fulla' vixen ass and care about being 'professional.'\"\n\nThe other girls laughed, while the vixen returned her attention to Bess' chest. “Well, if you're gonna stare, I'm getting another snack.\"\n\nBess flushed and snorted. “Don't let her!\"\n\nOh. So this was happening, was it? Come to think of it, Lilly did seem a little more suggestive when she told him what was going on. Guess he shouldn't be so surprised. The cat was out of the bag and the ladies knew he was open to Hybrid relationships. No point in holding back now, right?\n\n“I see,\" Jamie said, clearing his throat. He looked down at his clothes – he'd _just_ gotten it all on. Was he really about to make a mess? Then, his eyes went to Trixx's plump backside, eyeing both inviting holes. His frame stirred and his body went hot. Combined with the nurturing nature of the milk, no going back. So of course he was!\n\n“Fine,\" he grunted, “Capital punishment it is! Can't have thieves and all that around here. . .\"\n\nHe was playing along, sure, but really he wasn't about to turn down an opportunity to nail Trixx again. Her frank, forward nature was alluring in its own way and helped him open up with the others. His reserved personality faded the longer he stuck with her, and given how “casual\" things were getting around the barns, it was for the best.\n\n“Oh no,\" mumbled Trixx, taking a few healthy licks of Bess' front, her teeth nipping at nips, “what will I ever do?\"\n\nBess groaned from the attention, her breasts sensitive to the touch. Part of her Hybrid physiology and all, to produce more milk. Trixx, greedy vixen she was, furthered her “attack\" by squeezing hard, twisting nips and suckling on whatever the Bovid lass produced. Oh lord. Jamie knew firsthand now the effects of the girl's powerful milk, and if Trixx was getting into it. . .\n\nAt this point, hunger took him. Lilly's meal had already bestowed upon him a surge of energy, and now Trixx's lewd little actions sent him over the top. The girls cheering things on didn't exactly help (or did it) and before he knew it, his pants were uncomfortably tight. Ah well. Guess he could walk around in the nude too if really had to.\n\nIndeed, Jamie unfasted himself and stripped down, getting the idea. He marched over to Trixx and smacked her rear, hard, gripping the generous haunches and massaging them through his digits. “Punishment is pretty unique here,\" he said, his other hand grabbing Trix's buttocks and spreading her.\n\n“I'm not gonna take it easy on you, after all!\"\n\nTrixx yelped and chuckled, looking back at him. “Oh, I'm _so_ scared.\"\n\nHere, Jamie proceeded carefully. Her hot, sodden lips were inviting, so much so his cock twitched at the proximity of her nethers. But he was curious and ready to make good on his 'punishment,' so he was picking a different hole. He lubed himself up with saliva , getting his flank sufficiently wet (god only knew the heaving discomfort of a dry run). Upon hearing this, Trixx's eyes widened, ears flagged.\n\n“Uh. . .\"\n\n“You've got to learn a lesson here, Trixxy,\" chided Jamie, taking his tip and pressing it against her pink ring. “Can't take from the company.\"\n\nTrixx gave a playful gulp. “Er, wait, can't we talk about this?\"\n\nNow Bess leaned further into her role, hugging the vixen hard. “There's no running away, Trix, you _knew_ there would be consequences.\"\n\n“Err. . .\"\n\nJamie didn't give her another chance to quip, pushing his tip against her pucker. It was hot and inviting, like he rest of her, but _certainly_ tighter. She gasped, her tail rising and legs spreading yet more. Despite her “protests\" this was clearly something she wanted to do. Lucky for her, so did Jamie.\n\nHe was sufficiently lubricated, enough he pushed into her tunnel without difficulty. In one slow, hard stroke he buried himself in Trixx's foxhole, incurring a loud yelp from the vixen. She was so delightfully tight and wrapped around him like a glove, so much Jamie felt every twitch, throb, and pulse of his prick.\n\n“Goddamn,\" he muttered.\n\nAround him, the barn blurred out. His vision honed in on the sight of his loins plunged deep in Trixx's backside. He fondled her rump and groped at it in possessive manner, before rearing back. Then, in another slow but powerful stroke, pressed into her. He did so a few times, indulging himself, enjoying the taboo, heart racing from every vixen chirp and moan escaping the fox. Meanwhile, Bess had her in a lock, flushing as she watched Jamie start a rhythm of hard grinds and bounces.\n\nIn an instant, Trixx had nothing clever to say. No, her muzzle was far too preoccupied with moans and shuddering grunts, tongue hanging from lips as her boss bounced into her. The nourishing milk added to their sexual stamina, Jamie's motions much more brutal and unforgiving than usual. Guess the milk had the effect of making him horny, too.\n\nAs for the girls, they were all shocked in an intrigued way. Some of them hadn't even seen Jamie take a girl, much less anally. Sure, E-vids were a thing, but to see it so close in proximity? In _reality?_ Mary, for instance, gave a melodramatic sigh, dragging her friend away. The Twins – already experienced with Jamie – simply cheered him on. Others hid their feigned “embarrassment\" until leaving.\n\n“NGH!\" cried Trixx, collapsing into Bess' chest.\n\n“Well?\" chided the Bovid girl. “Are you sorry?\"\n\nTrixx appeared a little too blissful for sorry, but she played along. “Y-y-yes!\"\n\nSomething about that switched Jamie into overdrive. Even if Trixx was leaning into an act, her response pushed him over the edge. He gripped her tail, positioned himself more comfortably, and hammered into her. It wasn't about anything but getting himself off, and her tight entrance made for a perfect cock-sock.\n\n“NNGSH!\"\n\nThe vixen moaned, noting Jamie's abrupt enthuse as she clasped Bess for life as the human claimed her. Every thrust bucked her forward, the sloppy, loud applause of hips smacking rump filling the barn. Each stroke sent waves of hot electricity rushing through his loins, finally pushing him over the edge. With a triumphant groan, his entire body shuddered. The intensity of his orgasm overwhelmed his frame. His length trembled then burst to life with waves of hot seed, filling Trixx's tunnel with his essence. Again, the milk coerced more from his body, leading to a higher “yield.\" Enough that rivers of hot white dribbled from her tight pucker, while Trixx was helpless, left only to take the punishing blows.\n\n“Onngghddd. . .\" shivered the vix, collapsed over her female counterpart, trembling on Jamie's fleshy spear.\n\nJamie heaved, chest rushing as he _slowly_ pulled free from the vixen's backside, his cock soaked with seed. Again, he was surprised at how much he'd, uh, _made._ That milk really could work miracles.\n\n“That's what we do to thieves,\" Bess chided again, smirking. “I hope you learned your lesson!\"\n\nJamie managed a chuckle, glancing down at his work. “I think she gets the idea. . .\" he said between breaths.\n\n“Maybe I'll try stealing again,\" muttered Trixx, quiet enough neither party could hear her.\n\nWith the antics taken care of, the vixen managed to push herself up, proceeding to clean. Jamie did the same, wiping himself off. Start of the day and he already worked up a sweat – and there wasn't a number accounted for! While he did, though, apparently Bess and Trixx continued to converse. This time, it wasn't an argument.\n\n“. . .considering it now, I hope?\" said Bess.\n\nTrixx – still nake (of course) – crossed her arms, leaning on the wall. “Dunnooo Bessy.\"\n\nNot that Jamie liked to intrude, but he was admittedly curious, so he listened.\n\n“I'm my own fox now, kinda' like it.\"\n\nBess chuckled. “But you like _these_ more, right?\" she said, pushing up her fat, plump bosom. Trixx glanced.\n\n“. . .it's a compelling argument.\"\n\n“Well,\" continued Bess. “Try this: everyone loves you here, you know. Someone forward but. . . like us.\"\n\n“You mean a Hybrid.\"\n\n“Mmhm.\"\n\nTrixx sighed, tail swishing. “It _would_ make the commute a lot easier.\"\n\n“Just think of all the mischief!\"\n\nHere, Jamie stepped into the conversation. “Mischief? I hope you two aren't plotting a heist.\"\n\nThe girls switched their eyes to Jamie, sharing a chuckle. “Not exactly,\" said Trix. She gestured to Bess.\n\n“She's been trying to convince me to go steady.\"\n\nJamie blinked. “What?\"\n\nBess gave a playful eye roll. “What she _means_ is that we've asked Trixx if she likes it here. And, maybe might consider staying full time.\"\n\nFull time? Trixx already had a contract with the farm. Unless Bess meant. . .\n\n“Living here?\" he said. It never occurred to him – at least not so soon. But it wasn't a hard decision, Jamie liked Trixx too, even outside of the obvious reasons. Of course, it depended on what the vixen wanted.\n\n“I could.\"\n\nJamie laughed. “Well shoot, Trixx, we've got space. You could practically build a house out here if you wanted!\"\n\nThe fox looked back to Jamie, studying him. “Hmm. You sure about that? Can't cross any lines, you know.\"\n\nJamie couldn't imagine what lines those might've been. But, he was confident they could all overcome them if they were together. The herd wasn't just a gathering, it was a team.\n\n“Not at all,\" said Jamie. “What do you think Bess?\"\n\nBess winked. “I think my answer is obvious. The others are behind the idea, too.\"\n\nTrixx gave a vixen chirp. “. . .you're _sure?\"_\n\n“We can take care of everything,\" insisted Jamie. “Pay for the move and whatever you need. It's no trouble at all.\"\n\nNow, Trixx smirked. “Convincing argument. All right, I'm in.\"\n\nThey discussed the details - at least in brief - of Trixx's move, though Jamie figured it might be better if they did it in a more official setting. \"I should probably go check a few messages,\" he said, thinking of business.\n\n\"You're kinda dirty,\" protested Bess. \"Shouldn't you 'scrub' off?\"\n\n\"Hah, I'm clean,\" said Jamie.\n\n“You aren't _that_ clean, Jamie,\" intoned Bess, gesturing to his loins. “Please, you just dealt with a dirty fox thief. . . at least let me fix that.\"\n\nShe nudged her vixen counterpart. “And of course, Trixx will help. As a show of courtesy, _right?\"_\n\nTrixx quirked a brow. “Wuh? Oh.\" She cleared her throat.\n\n“Yeah, sure, least I can do. Gotta' make a good impression.\"\n\nClean? Jamie didn't know what they meant at first. . . but given the lusty look in their eyes he could get a few ideas. “I see,\" he returned, crossing his arms.\n\n“I suppose you both do need to put in some work.\"\n\nBess chuckled. “That's the spirit.\"\n\nWell, the girls didn't take long to get along with their “idea.\" Both the bovid gal and vixen took opposing sides, coming to Jamie as they slid to knees in diligent fashion. Such a sight was enough to get Jamie plenty hard again, what with two lovely ladies looking at him with their submissive eyes. Trixx eyed his flank again, taking a digit and tracing over the inches, snickering.\n\n“So, whattya' prefer Boss? Knees or all fours? I think the latter works but I _am_ a vixen.\"\n\nBess rolled her eyes. “No need to make it so complicated. Besides, he can't get a good look at these. . .\"\n\nShe hoisted up her plump, hefty breasts, tossing them a moment to catch Jamie's attention. Obviously he stared, how could he not? And, he had to agree. “Knees then,\" he rasped, his length back to full inches.\n\nTrixx squinted, hiding her flushing cheeks. She wasn't nearly as big as her counterpart, so she did her best to hide her jealousy. She liked being on top! “Hmf. Let's get to work,\" the vixen grumbled.\n\n“Oh, _allow me,\"_ started Bess with a proud grin, eager to get a first go. She was eager for cock and was _so tired_ of having to share. Thus, she pursed her soft lips and planted them against the tip for a servile kiss, smacking it several times with her mouth, humming pleasantly as she did. Jamie sighed, electric warmth surging through his root, watching the curvaceous lady service his shaft. Didn't matter that he'd reached peak, he was ready to go again, duly in thanks to Lucy's milk.\n\n“Mm, tasty,\" commented Bess, rolling her tongue along the inches in slow, tedious laps. She dove to testes, worshipping the stones with her pink rug, stroking them as they rested on her maw, then returned to the tip. Dutifully she massaged every inch with her skilled tongue until the cock glistened once more.\n\n“Getting cleaner.\"\n\nTrixx scoffed. “Not bad.\"\n\nBess shot a look at her counterpart. “_Pardon?\"_\n\nTrixx wiggled her rear before taking opposing side of the inches. “You could use some help, I'll put it that way.\"\n\nBess huff. This vixen was a troublemaker, all right. Still, said fox pressed her own muzzle against the cock's end, sniffing and rubbing it across her lips. She grinned, giggling, flat tongue slipping out and working it against the shafts sides, slurping as she did. Then, she smacked Bess hard on the rump, causing her fat ass to wobble.\n\n“Well come on! Work with me!\"\n\nBess growled, feigning irritation, though secretly she enjoyed Trixx's playfulness. Could probably do all sorts of fun things with her. But for now, there was a dick to pay dues to. With Trixx, her mouth took place on the length's opposite side as the two girls assaulted it with a flurry of licks and laps. Each stroke of tongue created trails of slobber while they hummed in unison, chuckling with every sordid smack.\n\nJamie groaned, deep and guttural, mind dizzy with lust. He was hardly clear of head before, but watching those suckling mouths worship his loins was something out of a dream. But it was better – it was _real._\n\n“Ugh, girls, keep _that_ up, might be a raise in the future,\" he intoned, half-serious and half-horny. Granted he wouldn't mind if they were his personal “attendants\" most of the day. Dairy business be damned!\n\nIn congruence with his increasing appetite, Jamie thrust his length betwixt their maws, stroking himself with their tongues. He gripped their hair, gentle but firm, holding them in place while he worked his prick along their soft, wrapping lips. Both chuckled with enthuse, giving coos approval while he used their mouths like a personal sleeve, presex dribbling to the ground as he did.\n\n“Think you've given us a pretty big raise already, Boss,\" simpered Trixx, grinning. Jamie grabbed his cock and pushed his tip into her cheek, slapping it against her in possessive fashion, chuckling.\n\n“I can be more generous,\" he said before doing the same to Bess.\n\nTrixx licked her teeth. “Kinda' think you already are, but hey, not complaining anyway!\"\n\nBess cooed, cheek forming little divots as Jamie aggressively shoved his bellend into her cheek, smearing her with issue and saliva. She enjoyed it, fluttering her wide, submissive eyes, even making a show of her chest by wobbling her breasts.\n\n“You like when we do this for you, Jamie?\" she smirked. “You poor man, all you had to do was ask.\"\n\n“That's what I said about _you!\"_ chided Trixx to Bess.\n\nJamie, lost in a flurry of renewed lust, grunted. “Hey, save the dinner conversation for later, you've got a job to do!\"\n\nTrixx laughed. “Tfh, see? You're making the Boss angry.\"\n\n“Well-\"\n\nBess opened her mouth to retort though was cut off by a shoving groan. At once, Jamie took her by the cheeks and slammed his inches into her maw, catching the submissive Hybrid off guard. She yelped, throat bulging, gurgling and coughing as Jamie rut his hips into her warm, hot oral chamber. Partially because of the milk, but also because the girls were getting him randy all over again. His body set ablaze and he needed relief, thrusting himself into Bess' generous grip.\n\n“Gmkgkgkg!\"\n\nBess' eyes widened as the cock pummeled her throat, sending sloppy rivers of saliva and presex dribbling everywhere. Jamie panted, heaving his flank into her, testes slapping against her soft, wrapping lips as she forcibly stroked his inches, eyes watering from pressure. Trixx bogged, lips curling in surprise. “Ooo. . .\"\n\nJamie managed to take a modicum of control and yank himself from Bess, if only for a moment, a sticky, sloppy trail of himself glued to the Bovid girl's lips. At once she gasped, gulping for air, raising a hand.\n\n“Ohg, J-Jamie. . .\"\n\nShe was surprised, though admittedly liked it. Nice to see Jamie getting more into a dominant role, slipping free from the shell of his laid back, reserved persona into a thing more commanding. In the meantime, he glanced to Trixx.\n\n“You next,\" he said, gruff, as Trixx's eyes widened.\n\nHer tail flicked. “Huh? Uh, h-hang OMMFLGK!\"\n\nLike Bess, Trixx didn't have much to say when Jamie gripped her by the back of the neck, forcing his length into her throat. Or, mostly anyway. There was some resistance, but only from surprise, as the vixen's muzzle quickly conceded and gulped the mast with greedy enthuse. Jamie was just as rough though, banging himself into her, making a complete mess of her muzzle. The rapidity and force with which he stroked his hips forced her perky vixen tits to shape with aggressive wobbles, adding to the exotic flair of his actions.\n\nAgain, Jamie released her, forcing Trixx to gasp for air. Both girls panted, wiping their lips, flicking eyes from tip to Jamie.\n\n“For cleaning, you two sure made a bigger mess,\" he said with a chuckle. Trixx scoffed.\n\n“H-hey, that's on you!\" she sputtered. “Didn't have to jackhammer us!\"\n\n“It's just to make things more challenging,\" he returned.\n\nThey squinted. “Challenging, huh?\" said Bess.\n\nThe two looked at the other, nodded, then back to the root, taunting them. With sudden force they assaulted Jamie's prick with renewed enthuse, licking and wrapping mouths wherever they could. Jamie was on the ropes now, observing as his inches vanished into their maws, the two trading between each other, licking every bit of his marinated shaft. They worshipped his testes, paying homage to the stones before double teaming the bellend, gripping it with tongues and kisses.\n\nHere, Jamie could do nothing but groan like an animal trapped in a cage, save it was something he didn't want to escape. But, with so much attention given to his needy malehood, he was fit to burst again.\n\n“Fuuuuckgiiirls. . .\" he hissed, testes roiling over. His brain temporarily retreated to an animal state, where sense and reason evaporated, replaced with the desire to fuck. Sensing this, the girls hasted their attentions, humming and moaning like a lewd orchestra, hoping to prod Jamie to peak.\n\n“NNF!\"\n\nLike a bull he hit orgasm once more, tip exploding with hot seed. The girls flushed but consumed it greedily, fighting for attention as they suckled and lapped every drop they could. Jamie's body arch, twitching, hot length engulfed by their suckling mouths, shaking as every bit of him poured into their greedy throats till he was a panting mess. One thing was certain, at least, there wasn't a trace of slobber or sex on his inches once they finished.\n\n“Mffwah. . .\" gasped Trixx, releasing the root from her mouth. Bess did the same, face rosy, surprised as how well she worked with Trixx, _and_ how well she'd done.\n\nJamie looked between them, in a state of disbelief. Though, surprisingly, he wasn't as tired as he thought. Again, the nourishing milk flooded him with a great deal of stamina, enough that he could go a few rounds with the girls, and then some. In fact, he was almost tempted to do it again. . .\n\n“Should we stay for an extended meeting?\" he suggested, length softening. Bess chuckled, wiping her lips.\n\n“Mmmf. You know, tempting as that sounds, Jamie, I did remember something. Leena needed some help today too.\"\n\nJamie blinked. Senses returned to him and the horny animal of himself receded. For now. Wiping his forehead, he zipped back up while the girls stood, Trixx licking her chops and chuckling.\n\n“Did she?\"\n\nBess nodded. “Mmhm. Maybe you want to _save_ yourself.\"\n\nJamie considered. “Right, right. Is she okay?\"\n\nTrixx pulled a bit of straw from her locks. “Sorry to interrupt, Boss, but if you don't mind, I'm gonna' clean up and 'get to work.' This farm really needs a vixen's touch.\"\n\nJamie was remiss to see the sensual vixen leave, though at least he'd get a good look at her rear as she sauntered away. “Don't get into too much trouble!\" he called after her.\n\n“No promises!\" she shouted back.\n\nBess shook her head, crossing arms. “Well, anyway. Leena has had some issues with, ah, production, lets say.\"\n\nJamie buttoned up and dawned a concerned expression. “Oh no. Is she sick?\"\n\n“No, no, nothing bad. Physically she's fine. Well, healthy, I mean. It's just obvious she could do with some company. Besides that, she's _sensitive.\"_\n\nThat could mean a lot of things. “Sensitive?\"\n\nBess laughed, smacking her own tits. “I mean her breasts don't respond well to machines. She needs a gentle, _physical_ touch, you know?\"\n\nJamie blinked. Oh. Granted, that didn't sound like Leena. Her portfolio never indicated there were any serious problems with sensitivity and, if that was the case, that would've been documented before, right? But, who was he to doubt Bess, much less one of the other girls? The implication was pretty clear.\n\n“And. . .\" continued Bess, encouraging. “You are the farm head and _hand.\"_\n\n“Hah,\" Jamie chuckled. “I see. So, I'm uh, supposed to milk her?\"\n\n“You said it first.\"\n\nSo he did. The day kept getting interesting. Hardly past noon and already he'd “slept\" with two of his staff. _How professional._\n\n“Well, okay,\" said Jamie, looking to the side. “I should _probably_ look into that, since it's product and all.\"\n\n“Ohoho,\" snorted Bess. “Yes, I'm sure we're worried about the _product.\"_\n\nJamie admittedly was, at least a little. Not so much because he had concern about every possible profit margin, but because milk issues might indicate other issues. Or, he assumed. He wasn't a medical professional for Hybrids (and come to think of it not knowing the state of the girls was a little embarrassing). Assuming this wasn't some elaborate trap, he had a responsibility to check on Leena.\n\n_Certainly_ not a deception, right? _Right?_\n\n“I'll head to her now,\" said Jamie. “She's close by?\"\n\n“Behind the place, I think,\" said Bess with a gesture. “Shouldn't be too hard to find. Lounging as always.\"\n\nJamie nodded. “Hah, of course.\"\n\nLeena was another of the mature Bovid gals, but she was absolutely the laziest of them. Often napping, Leena liked it easy. Jamie didn't blame her – if you could relax all day, why not? The farm was the perfect place to do it, after all! It was amazing, really, that the twins were her daughters, given their level of energy.\n\nWith a farewell, Jamie set out from the barn to find Leena. It was another lovely day, the greenish sky lending to the alien flair of the terraformed world. Sometimes Jamie forgot where he was until he saw the native beauty of the place. It was complimented by the girls, no doubt. He trekked to the back of the estate which hosted its long, grassy field and immense imported tree, a massive chimera of a thing with white-tinted bark and grand, overreaching branches. His family had planted it generations ago when they first founded the farm, so it was like an heirloom, always there, ever present.\n\nAs it turned out, the perfect spot for Leena, too. Jamie spied her silhouette in the distance, lounging curvaceous frame resting on the frame of the tree. In truth, she was easier to spot because of her, well, tits. Like her sisters she sported a hefty pair and he could make the usual comparison: bigger than his head, crush him like a melon, etc. Appropriate then her “melons\" were under a tree.\n\nHe approached in casual stride, noting how the light caught her frame and played against her mixed fur. The twins and white and black coats respectively, but their mother bore both shades. Like the inverse of a Terra prime Bovid – ebon hue with white spots. Quite exotic, and made it even more the tease to see her exposed nips.\n\nAh, of course. There must've been a memo because all the girls were strutting about in the buff now. Not that Jamie was complaining, and as long as they were comfortable with it. He did his best not to stare (not yet, at least) when he neared, while Leena's ears flicked at the sound of his footfalls.\n\n“Mmmg,\" she mumbled, giving a stretch. “Hullo?\"\n\nShe rubbed her eyes, ears flicking at the newcomer's approach. She blinked, then realized who it was, a smile stretching her hips. “Ooooh, Jamie,\" she added, still sleepy.\n\nHe waved. “Leena, good. . . morning? Hope I didn't interrupt.\"\n\nLeena took a long, satisfied breath, then sighed. “Mmm was dreaming about eating apples then drinking apple cider. . .\"\n\nJamie chuckled. “I'm sure you mean the _non-_alcoholic kind, right?\"\n\n“Hmhmhm, _sure.\"_\n\nShe gave another stretch, rather forcing her front into view again before standing. Her blinks were slow, though not fatigued, she merely held the look of a gal that might nod off at any given instant.\n\n“Good dreams?\" said Jamie.\n\nOne last yawn. “Oh, not exactly,\" said Leena. “It's dreamy enough around here.\"\n\nA laugh. “How poetic.\"\n\n“Mmhm. Well, anyway, what brings you by, Jammy?\"\n\nJamie cleared his throat. Back to business, as it were. “Hmm, well, rumor has it you were having some, er, trouble?\"\n\nShe gave a sleepy tilt of the head. “Oh?\"\n\nWas it necessary to remain so prudent after all this time? The girl was nake as the sun in front of him, and all pretense ought to be tossed aside on that notion alone. Given the “meeting\" he just had with Trixx and Bess, there was no need to beat around the bush. Just another thing for him to get used.\n\n“Alright,\" he conceded, more to himself. “Milking. It's been a struggle, I'm hearing?\"\n\nLeena's mouth drew into a smirk. “Ohhh, right. . .\"\n\nAs if she _forgot._ Her hands went to her hefty front, squeezing at the them, lifting the weighty sacs with care. She let them fall, and the wobbled together with a timid clap. “Kind of. . .\"\n\nJamie crossed his arms. “Kinda?\" he said with a smile. “Leena, I don't want to assume, but I feel like this isn't a 'kinda'.\"\n\nShe chuckled. “Okay, okay. I'm not _exaaaactly_ having trouble. Not like I can't, um, produce or anything.\"\n\nJamie nodded. That was good – it meant there wasn't a deep-rooted medical issue here. Not that he necessarily assumed such, but it ruled out any genuine, serious problems.\n\n“But you still needed a helping _hand?\"_ added Jamie, perhaps with a comically suggestive air. “But, really, Leena, there are other devices if what we have isn't very comfortable.\"\n\nShe gazed at him, looking him over. “It's not that, Jamie.\"\n\nLeena leaned on the tree. “In fact, I think I could produce _more._ But it might need a more, um, what's the word. . . oh, right. Intimate approach.\"\n\nJamie didn't need to be roundabout with it. “That I've heard.\"\n\nHe made a gesture. “I am the farm hand, Leena. That's what I'm here for, among things.\"\n\n“Hmhmhm, _among things.\"_\n\nLeena pushed off the tree, long tail flicking. “Goood. I think it would go easier for me. . . the milking if I was more stimulated. That's what I hear.\"\n\n“A lot of that going on. . .\" Jamie muttered. “Stimulated, huh?\"\n\nShe gave a droopy blink. “Mmmhmm.\"\n\nFor a moment, Jamie decided to play it coy. “I know a few great boardgames. Some nice tea could help too, or a coffee.\"\n\nShe squinted. “. . .I'm talking about. . .\"\n\nNow he laughed. “I know, I know.\"\n\nSexual stimuli, essentially. Jamie didn't know if there was any science to back up such a claim. Maybe? There had to be a modicum of truth, what with the increased heart rate, adrenalin, and energy. Perhaps that encouraged the body to make more milk? Or, was this another elaborate ploy to get into Jamie's pants? It didn't matter, either way was a win for the pair. If it turned out to be true, Jamie just found a way to benefit the business by fucking – couldn't get a sweeter deal then that!\n\n“There's a smaller machine,\" Jamie said again. “Not like those elaborate ones. Older, but more, er, private.\"\n\nLeena purred with approval. “Ooh, I like private.\"\n\nFor a moment, Jamie thought he did too, and then he realized he worked Trixx and Bess over in a “crowd,\" of sorts. Still, having some solo time with a gal like Leena wasn't a bad thing. “Mm, I thought so. Let's see if we can. . . figure this out.\"\n\nLeena yawned. “I'm excited.\"\n\nChuckling, Jamie guided to the sleepy moo towards the smaller barn, one which contained other milking machines. Unlike their predecessor, these were used back in some of the earlier days when the farm wasn't as sizeable, or so the rumor was. It wasn't to suggest the machines they were inefficient, either, and for what Jamie and Leena had planned, it was perfect.\n\nOnce at the barn, Jamie pushed open the door, allowing a flood of light to pour through before flipping on its integrated lights. Rays of orange gold flooded the interior, catching the shapes of all the associated machines. Fancy models, despite their age – the T30P “Nurture\" line. Jamie remembered these were the same kinds used all the way back on Earth Prime, real classics. So they'd do the job _just_ fine.\n\n“Mmm,\" Leena mroo'd with approval, looking them over. “I prefer these.\"\n\nJamie went to one of the devices, looking it over. It carried a thin film of dust, but otherwise looked in perfect working order. “Really now?\"\n\n“Mmhm,\" continued Leena. “The bigger ones are fine but a little fast. And cold.\"\n\n“Oh,\" Jamie paused, turning. “There's no temperature setting?\"\n\n“No, I don't mean actually cold. . . not exactly. They're kind of, um, lifeless. What's the word? Stoic.\"\n\n“They _are_ machines.\"\n\n“They don't have any personality, I mean. They remind me of labs and doctor offices and things.\"\n\nHe nodded. He knew what she meant. The T3's were technically antiques, but there was a coziness to them. Maybe that was nostalgia. But, for Leeena, it meant she liked – as she said – an intimate touch, and probably didn't want to feel like an object only good for her milk, or something.\n\nShe came closer now. “Will you, mm, hook me up?\"\n\nJamie chuckled again, but nodded. “Of course.\"\n\nFirst, though, he switched the machine on, stirring it to live. It whined with an electronic thrum while its readers came online. It featured a dial pad with an LED screen fixed with some basic readings, like temperature, production, total suction, status, etc. The newer variants had dozens, perhaps _hundreds_ of individual ways to set things, but sometimes it was the simplicity that worked best.\n\nAs it came online, Leena wiggled her frothy front, buxom chest clapping together. “But. . . touch me first.\"\n\n“Ah?\"\n\n“Nothing beats good ol' fashion hands.\"\n\nShe wasn't wrong, and not like she had to tell Jamie twice. “You still want to use the machine though, right?\"\n\n“Mmmhm. . . but I want to be _stimulated.\"_\n\nAs it turned out, so did Jamie.\n\nHis hands drifted from the machine to her thick, full breasts, gripping them in palms. He marveled at their size and weight, finding it difficult to lift them, but that was a _good_ thing. The plump tits were soft but firm, enough he could group and toy with the magnificent slopes. And he did, fiddling with the pair in exploring fashion as Leena moaned with approval. She squeaked a bit as he touched her in sensitive spots, fondling her nips, squeezing and gently pulling at the black tents.\n\n“Nnnn. . . a little sensitive. . .\"\n\n“Not too harsh, I hope,\" said Jamie, softening his efforts. She shook her head.\n\n“No. No. I like it.\"\n\nClearly, because as Jamie continued with his playful squeezes, beads of nectar appeared at the tip of her nips. Indeed, she looked ready for “production.\"\n\n“That's a good warm up, eh?\"\n\nLeena nodded. Satisfied, Jamie went to the machine and withdrew the tubes and their accompanying cups. They would form a tight but comfortable “lid\" around her nips, then a suction, which of course extracted the milk for storage. As for Leena's arousal theory, well, that had to be tested.\n\n“Mrrrm,\" Leena hummed as the devices connected, the air sipping through the cups. Once on, they formed a grip on their own.\n\n“Comfortable?\" asked Jamie.\n\nShe wiggled again. “It's different than the other machines. . . but yes.\"\n\nLeena roamed her hands over her breasts, squeezing them. Satisfied, she drew her sleepy eyes to Jamie. “Now what about you?\"\n\nHe blinked. “Me? Uh. Not sure I have the same. . . capabilities here.\"\n\n“You _do_ need to be milked.\"\n\n“I don't' think people want _that.\"_\n\nLeena laughed. “I can help. . .\"\n\nPlay on words aside, he knew what she meant. Jamie positioned himself behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and letting palms roam over her tummy, then back to her breasts. He explored her frame like he did with the others, palms gliding along her silky fur coat. She smelled nice, like flowers and hay, and aroma unique to her. As he did, the milk from the morning stirred him to life, and Leena's fat rump pressed against his loins wasn't helping.\n\nOr, was it?\n\nOh yes, he returned to stiffness right quick. The results of ingesting milk straight from the source was so potent, Jamie was tempted to just have the entire reserve to himself. Was _that_ why the stuff sold so well on market? Was the whole city full of horny people using the stuff to fuck endlessly? He could believe it.\n\nIn any case, his hot hardness fought against his pants and, at this point, he was starting to question the practicality of clothes at all. Leena groaned, her hand reaching back to coax and grip his cock, squeezing through the fabric to arouse him further.\n\n“Mmf,\" grunted Jamie. “Why bother with machines at all. . .\"\n\n“Heh,\" laughed Leena, “that's what I've been saying.\"\n\nAs the machine clicked and whirred, providing suction, Jamie fiddled with his pants and pulled them off, along with undergarments. Shirt came off as well until he was as bare as the girl in his embrace, cock springing free. He pushed his length between her firm, wide thighs, the presence of her hot nether lips tangible against his sensitive flesh.\n\nHis fingers reached down to massage against her cleft, massaging the sensitive outer lips and stroking the sensitive nub. Even for sleepy Leena, it incurred excited shivers and moans from her, prodding her to arousal. The sounds excited Jamie too, prompting him to full stiffness. Normally, he'd be sore with so many erections in such. . . frequency.\n\n“Helping?\" Jamie rasped, his other free hand carefully massaging Leena's breast. She nodded, mumbling.\n\n“Nmmhmf. . .\"\n\nJamie looked towards the machine, noting the LED flicker. He assumed that was “more\" than usual. Well, no need to stop now then!\n\nHe pressed onto Leena's back, ushering her to bend. As she did, her wide fat rump pushed into view, and oddly Jamie was glad she wasn't riding him on the ground. She might accidentally break his waist! Still, he took his palms and squeezed against the cheeks, sampling her supple frame. Like the others she was taut but soft, malleable at his squeezes, and even with a delicate hint of strength. Sure, the girls had tits right out of a dream with fat asses to pair with them, but they were still physically quite strong.\n\nLeena purred with approval. This was different. This had a tender slowness to it. Maybe it was because Leena had a sleep disposition as is, but with her, Jamie didn't feel the need to rush. Oh sure, like her, he was as horny as a cactus, but the urge to just buck and fuck wasn't the same.\n\n“How were my girls?\" she whispered, wiggling her hips. By that, she meant the twins.\n\nHe chuckled. “Uh. Wild. . .\"\n\nThey were certainly excitable. She shook her head, her lips glistening. “They need to learn to take their _time.\"_\n\nJamie nodded, his tip nearing her tunnel. “Sure do.\"\n\n“Jamie,\" she continued. “_Take your time.\"_\n\nAnother laugh. “Hah. Yes ma'am.\"\n\nHe slipped into her, gently, and she was both tight and soft. Like the others, enough to form a pleasant grip, but not enough she squeezed him to death. Jamie gave a soft groan, her hot wetness clenching about him. He felt himself twitch in her, throbbing, and he had to take a moment to admire the view. A lovely Bovid gal wrapped around him while a machine gently pumped her buxom front. Hmm, being a farm hand wasn't so bad! Especially not as the “bull.\"\n\nLike before, he introduced a steady rhythm of thrusts. But, not _quite_ like with the other girls. With them, there was plenty of voracity, an intense need to, well, _fuck._ And though that same heat persisted with Leena, it was far slower. Like she wanted, he was taking his time. Leena pressed her palms on a nearby crate as the machine continued its function with Jamie bouncing into her, though the strokes were quite indulgent.\n\n“Mrrroo. . .\" she cooed, dampness trickling down her legs. The hot silk encouraged Jamie to press harder, though each of his strokes was slow. He made sure he could feel every bit, and the same went for Leena.\n\nThey went that way for what felt an eternity. Not that it was a bad thing, not at all. Of all the ladies Jamie had been with, there was something warm and inviting about Leena, and not just because of her demeanor.\n\nAs it turned out, Leena's theory also proved correct. Her production certainly intensified, and the machine was fit to fullness as the two continued to straddle and hump the other. Once they _finally_ reached peak, it could take no more, sounding off in protest.\n\nAnd, like before, the pair reached a seething, smoldering orgasm, perhaps one of the most intensive given how long they were together. With a loud 'pop,' Leena released herself from the device, her plump tits wiggling free as Jamie filled her. Once done, she turned and embraced him, holding him close for a soft hug as her chest pancaked into his.\n\nJamie found himself lying back in hay, staring at the barn ceiling. “That was great,\" he said. “How. . . long?\"\n\nLeena, in typical fashion, yawned. “Mmmmm. . . long enough.\"\n\nShe gave a sleepy glance towards the machine. “Guess it worked.\"\n\n“Heh, so it did,\" returned Jamie.\n\n“You know,\" she continued, “Maybe the _others_ could use a milking like this. Hands on, you know.\"\n\nJamie stroked his palm along the curve of her back. “Huh. It's a thought.\"\n\n“Even Trixx.\"\n\nJamie fought a laugh. “Vixen brand milk? Don't know if there are buyers.\"\n\n“Hee hee, why not?\"\n\nShe closed her eyes, almost snoozing. Jamie loved the sight of her peaceful, resting head, but he did have a farm to manage.\n\n“Taking another nap?\"\n\n“Mmmhmm.\"\n\nHe shifted. “Mind if I. . .\"\n\nAnother yawn, and she nodded. “Go ahead. Go do boring work.\"\n\nAs he left the hay pile, getting his clothes, she waved a hand. “Feel free to come by when I'm sleeping, you're welcome in these 'fields' any time,\" said Leena, gesturing at her legs. Not a bad deal.\n\nHe nodded, then remembered. “Oh, do you know where Lilly is?\"\n\nLeena was almost asleep. “Somewhere inside. Said she was planning something, like a surprise. Maybe.\"\n\n“Maybe?\"\n\nLeena didn't respond, instead dozing off for another nap. As she did, Jamie switched off the apparatus and set the machine to “production\" mode, where it would prep the supply of milk for synthetization and delivery. But, next stop, Lilly.\n\nIt wasn't hard to imagine what the “surprise\" might be.","series":{"name":"Commissions","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1610845-delta-waves-commission.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1632325-ambition-commission.json"}}