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It was an early morning on the ranch and up alongside the rising of the sun was a granbull by the name of Gordie. As a farmhand he had a few things to do, and even this early into the day, he had a rather important task.

The ranch kept itself going, not only with the crops it produced, but other products that came from the other pokemon that were working there. They provided unique things that brought them unique revenue.

Recently, they had brought a miltank on. The new hire was already proving immensely valuable with the addition to milk as their additional product. Not only was it a hit the moment it was taken to the shops, but the single cow pokemon alone produced an ample amount of it, able to be milked multiple times a day.

Gordie entered the ranch's barn, where the miltank was still fast asleep. As quietly as he could, the bulldog pokemon gathered two large buckets, lifting them and approaching the sleeping bovine. After setting them down, the granbull stretched and groaned, knowing that this is where the true work began. Although it was hardly work half the time.

It would have been easy to raise his voice, but the purple pokemon had a better way of doing things. With a smirk on his face, he got on his knees and prowled towards the other pokemon. The miltank was in perfect position and just moving a bit further gave him the chance to ease his nose between the thick pair of legs.

Groaning a bit, the bovine pokemon stirred and looked down to see Gordie lapping at them.

"Is it morning already?"

"Rise and shine, Beau."

The miltank gave a small stretch and a yawn that devolved into a moan.

Gordie had his nose pressed in between the thick thighs, eagerly taking in the milky musk that came from Beau's await cock. Even while flaccid, it was already thick and heavy.

"It's time we get to it," Gordie said with a small growl.

Another stretch came from the bovine, slowly he got up and moved over to a sturdy stand made for him to lean against. He gave another yawn, fighting off the lingering sleepiness that still resided within him.

Gordie was soon on the other side of the stand, on his knees. His paw was rubbing the soft thigh, teasing the chubby male. His actions were already paying off, evident by the twitching and lengthening of the cow pokemon's endowment. It rose and throbbed, already producing a fat bead of pre.

The granbull took a moment to apply a special lube to his paws that wouldn't interfere with the soon to be product. Both paws were soon taking hold of the miltank's semi hard, starting to pump back and forth.

A sigh came from Beau as he felt his shaft starting to harden to full completion. As it did a spurt of his precum squirted out into one of the buckets. Gordie continued to pump, each stroke of his paw doing well to bring about a steady stream of thick precum that oozed into the bucket, already starting to pool. As it did, Gordie's sensitive nose was filled with that aroma. An intoxicating mix of sweet milk and masculine musk.

The fluids that Beau produced were an oddity, much like himself. Despite being produced in a pair of fat balls, the stuff that came forth was just 100% milk. Hot and sticky, yes. But milk all the same, it was just as high quality as female miltank's milk, but there was something different about the milk that Beau made. It was subtle but it left many wanting for more, creating many regulars who wanted a bottle the moment he was stocked onto the market's shelves.

Making a grunt and sigh of his own, Gordie continued to take in the intensifying smell, feeling his own mouth watering. But he knew he had to resist. There was a job to do and it had to come first. If the smell wasn't enticing enough, there was also the sight of those heavy balls rocking back and forth, the source of the ever-flowing cream. Another stroke along the length with both paws produced a moan and another strong spurt that blasted into the first bucket. He always wondered how it felt to be simultaneously pleasured and milked. Or how it felt to have balls so heavy and plump with actual milk rather than seed.

"Hey...G-Gordie. You alright?"

The granbull snapped out of his thoughts and looked up and the sighing bovine.

"You're slowing..."

He nodded and went back to stoking like before. It was best to keep a steady pace to really get the most out of our Beau. He lasted the longest that way and the milk came out in much better quality.

Dragging his slick paws all the way up and down, he gave a bit of attention to the tip, brushing a thumb against it. A series of pulses came forth, a grunt from the miltank and another rush of milky pre came flowing into the bucket.

"Got distracted again, didn't you?" Beau asked with a giggle.

"You make it hard to focus," Gordie simply said, gulping as his mouth was flooding with saliva.

"It's okay to sneak some if you want. I won't say anything," the bovine offered.

The granbull knew fully well that he wanted to drink the stuff 'straight from the tap,' but he knew that there would be time for that later... After the job was done..

In order to keep his head clear, Gordie lowered on paw to his own fully erect dick, giving it a series of quick strokes, while keeping the steady pace with the other, showing just how skilled he was at milking the other male. He ran his paw up and down with a tight grip, even squeezing down on his knot for added measure. Between his own pleasure, the heavy scent in his nose, and just the sight of the fat rod steadily pouring into the bucket, it was easy to quickly reach his peak.

Just as own cock started to spurt, Gordie let go of it, huffing through his sharp teeth, letting ropes of it splatter along the barn's floorboards, making sure his own fluids were kept away from the batch being made. After taking deep breaths to steady himself, he soon returned the paw to the miltank's rod, back to pumping along the large length, producing more steady throbs and ropes that added to the half full bucket.

Now, he felt it was time to pick up the pace a bit. He started with a firm squeeze, one that made the cow wince and the slightly quicker slicking of his paws brought out a deep, slow sigh.

The throbs were getting harder and Beau bit his lip, fighting the urge to buck his hips. He looked down to see more of the fluids just pouring out of his throbbing tip. It felt so good and the pleasure was so strong, making his body alight with pleasure despite how many times he had done it. The paws on his shaft were slippery but the pads had a slight roughness that brought a series of tingles.

Then those paws were rubbing in different ways. Rather than pumping up and down at the same time, one was rubbing along his underside while the other was tracing at his tip, rubbing over the slit. The sudden burst of pleasure led to another pouring of his milk into the bucket. Just as there was that pleasure, there was also a sense of relief as his balls were being drained of what they produced during the long night.

"Y-you're always coming up with something new..."

"The milk's always best when you're kept on your toes," Gordie said with a smirk. He could feel that the pulses were at their strongest. He was close. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Beau grunted and gripped the support.

The granbull nodded and started stroking again, squeezing hard and pumping up and down as fast as he could, making a series of sloppy smacks.

"Come on, Beau. Just let go and let the milk really start flowing..." He gave another hard squeeze and tug.

Beau raised his voice as he was pushed over the edge. Gordie was quick to angle his tip towards the bucket again and not a moment too soon. A strong gush of the thick, cum-like milk rushed into the bucket. Rope after rope, rushing out one after another. The whole time, Beau was taking deep breaths and clutching the support, feeling nothing but bliss as his balls were ejecting its storage of fluids.

Small strokes were still given and Gordie was quick to point that tip at the other bucket, watching at powerful shots of male milk splashed within, quickly filling up the bottom and only coming, more and more, thankfully dwindling just as it was filling up. A deep, long-winded sigh of bliss came from the bovine and he smiled. His gaze met with Gordie, who was quick to carefully lift the buckets and take them away.

Beau stayed where he was, holding out onto some hope that he was not too busy. And to his joy Gordie did come back with a smirk on his face.

"I got other things to do, so how about he make this quick?"

He took hold of the heavy length with both paws. It was still hard and from the slow trickle coming from the tip, it was clear that Beau had more to give. And with a quick pump, a moan gave from Beau as more of the pre splattered onto his face. Gordie just embraced it, lapping the fluid up with his tongue, humming from the milky yet earthy flavor.

"Are you really gonna try that again?" Beau asked.

"I'm gonna get it this time..."

Opening his maw wide, Gordie eased himself forwards, slipping the leaking tip past his tongue. The flavors and smell urged him on. Slowly he took in more and more of the throbbing rod. It only got thicker the further he went, not only stretching his muzzle wide open but he could already feel the tip pressing against his throat. He tried many times, but he couldn't manage to take the whole thing like he really wanted to. But that never stopped him from trying.

Beau sighed as he felt a rough tongue lapping over his length. The heat of the other male's mouth sent soft waves of pleasure through his shaft again. He always enjoyed when the bulldog pokemon did this, but he wanted to help his friend out. With a small grunt, he reached down, placing a hoof behind the purple canine's head. A confused yet muffled sound came from Gordie, but it was cut short as Beau thrust his hips.

Gordie gagged as his throat was stretched around the sudden invasion of four whole inches, it slipped down the squeezing passage of flesh, making the bovine grunt. He expected to feel some pain or discomfort, but the purple pokemon was taking it rather well, breathing through his nose, feeding more of that delectable scent that made him melt.

Beau started to buck his hips pushing himself even deeper against the hot, wet walls that clenched down on his shaft. He pulled back, making another deep noise as his length rubbed against the walls and tongue. He put more power behind it as he continued, getting carried away with the increasing pleasure. With his thrusts, he pushed the granbull's head forwards, managing to slip more and more of himself inside until the bulldog's nose was grinding against the bovine's pelvis, giving him a nose-full of the potent smell. It instantly made him relax and he worked along with the motions, flexing his tongue and swallowing against the plunged shaft, feeling a prominent bulge in his own throat.

"I'm getting close, Gordie. Ready to drink my milk from the tap?"

The canine nodded. A few more humps were given to his mouth, making him gag and wince. But it was soon pulled back as hard throbs ran through it. Wrapping his lips around the tip, Gordie gave a few hard suckles, hearing Beau bray above him.

Following suit was an explosion of hot milk into his mouth. Gordie sighed in bliss from the intense flavor and warmth, taking deep gulps and letting the creamy fluid rush down his throat, filling his belly until it was starting to bulge a bit. When he could take no more, he pulled back and just panted as thick ropes coated his face and splattered onto his chest, making his coat heavy and smelling of the bovine's climax.

He got up, wiping his mouth, taking a look at Beau. The bovine was panting heavily, slumped against the support with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Hehe. I'll be back later. No fooling around while I'm gone."

Beau said nothing, but kept a smile as he watched the farmhand leave the barn again.