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Jean couldn't remember much of what happened last night, but it almost felt like a dream. He couldn't really have drank some strong beverage straight from an old bull's nipple, right? And he had a vague memory of seeing his balls turn into some kind of udder. Must have been another one of his wierd, horny dreams.

But then again, how did he find himself such a comfy bed to sleep in? It was so big too, and the room was very well kept, with the wooden floor and walls shining as if they were brand new.

But he tried not to think too much, as his head was hurting from the hangover, and his mouth was as dry as a desert.

Luckily, someone left him a glass of water, so the goat did not hesitate to drink. It was still cold.

And just as he tried to slowly figure things out, he heard two familiar voices approaching the bedroom.

Barley: Did he eat well last night?

Dioge: He devoured the whole batch of veggies in a minute.

Barley: Good... Let's hope he enjoys this breakfast.

As the door opened, and the two big bulls came inside the room, he knew what happened last night wasn't just a dream.

And he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Those two were really nice to him, and seemed so friendly despite their size and body mass. The golden one was also carrying a tray with a few sandwiches and a warm cup of milk.

Dioge: Oh. You're awake.

Jean: Guess so. What time is it?

Barley: Around 9:30 AM.

Jean: Geez... Did I sleep that much?

Dioge: You needed the rest.

Jean: I guess... But I don't like oversleeping.

Barley: Relax. You're probably on one of the only places where that doesn't matter at all.

Dioge: Unless you're a security guard like us.

Jean: What do I have to do then?

Barley: Just eat your breakfast, and then take a bath. We're going to the facility as soon as you're ready.

He put the tray in front of the goat in the bed, and the same did not hesitate to start eating.

Dioge: I also got you some old clothes from the guys around here. Nothing fancy, and some are way to big, but it's what we have for now.

Jean: No problem... And thanks again for everything.

Jean had a lot of questions in his mind, but not wanting to sound rude in front of his newfound friends (could he even call them that already?), he kept them for himself, while eating something made with such care that he hadn't felt in ages.

***

It had been a while since the last time Jean felt so clean and refreshed. Dioge said that he could use the hot water from the electric shower as much as he wanted, but he didn't mind taking a cold bath. And wouldn't want to abuse their hospitality.

Soon, he was outside with the two big guys, taking in the sunlight and morning breeze in that cozy and modern looking little town.

Barley: Ready to go?

Jean: Yep.

Dioge: Great. I'll get the car.

He went to to the side of the house, and soon the goat heard the sound of an engine starting, as the wine red bull came back in a large, light blue pickup truck.

Jean: Wow... Beautiful.

Barley: I know, right? It's his pride and joy.

Dioge: Yep. We usually patrol on foot arround the property, but a special occasion like today asks for a bit more... Flare. Get in.

And so they did, with Barley letting Jean get the seat besides Dioge while he got the whole backseat for himself. And the goat felt so small in a car so big.

Soon, they were out of the town, and into a nice dirt road that made its way between the enormous orchard that surrounded everything. Now with the daylight, and outside the haze of what happened last night, the goat could finally take in the beauty of that countryside paradise.

But not for too long, as ahead there was a large pair of metal doors, carved into the back of the highlands. There was indeed a lot more to that place than the very obvious warehouse he tried to break into last night.

***

Matthew was having a chill morning at the reception, as always. Bulls were coming in and out of the milking rooms, and the mint-green bovine was taking note of everything, and putting it into the files of his computer.

But what he wasn't expecting was to see Dioge and Barley there so early. And not only that, but they brought with them the goat that everyone was talking about in that morning.

Matthew: Oh, hey. You must be Jean, right?

Jean: Yeah... But how do you know this? Sorry for asking.

Matthew: Oh, that's no problem. I'm in charge of the herd's database, so I have to know the name of everyone here.

Jean: Oh. Neat.

Barley: We brought him for a tuor of the facility. Are you busy?

Matthew: Not that much at the moment.

Dioge: Good. We have a security meeting to go to. Can you handle this?

Matthew: Yeah. No problem.

Barley: Then thanks.

Dioge: We'll be back before lunch.

Jean: Okay.

So as quickly as they came in, the two big bulls went back out, so they could go to their meeting at the watchtower. Leaving the goat alone and looking a bit lost in front of Matthew's counter.

Matthew: Well... Let's not waste any more time. I need to be milked anyway.

He got up as he was speaking, and the goat's ears suddenly perked up as he heard that last sentence.

Jean: So... How does that work, exactly?

Matthew: Well... It's a bit hard to explain in a few words, but let's just say... We're like workers in a beehive.

Jean: Oh, really?

Matthew: Yeah. Except that we don't go out there collecting nectar to turn into honey. Our bodies use part of their energy to produce the milk, in a daily basis.

Jean: Interesting...

Matthew: And the flavor varies from bull to bull. But enough talking. They say actions speak louder than words, so just come with me.

Jean: Okay.

He started to guide the goat to the main hallway of the facility, but then suddenly, someone else got into the building.

His name? Dewey, or Dew for short, and he was a light blue chubby bull, with a full purple beard and a green beanie over his short hair and horns.

Dew: Oh, hey Matty boy. Skipping work already?

Matthew: Nah. I'm just taking Jean here for a tour.

Jean: Hello.

Dew: Oh, hi. And welcome. May I tag along?

Matthew: I can't really say no, right?

Dew: That's what I thought.

With that, the blue bull acompanied them, as they finally got into the hallway.

Voices could be heard as they passed by the many closed doors, with so many bulls in nice conversation with each other. Laughing, moaning, and letting out some sighs of pleasure.

Matthew: Okay, so those are the main milking rooms. There's just some machines to extract our milk more efficiently.

Jean: Oooh... And how does it feels like?

Dew: Like the world's most intense blowjob. With some nipple sucking as a bonus.

Matthew: Dew... Don't scare the rookie like that.

Dew: I'm just saying the truth.

Jean: That sounds pretty fun, not gonna lie.

Matthew: Heh. Then I guess this tour just became a whole lot easier to explain. This way.

They then turned around a corner in the middle of the hallway, and crossed a set of double doors to reach another part of the facility, as the air suddenly became colder.

The room ahead was large, even bigger than the reception itself. Bulls were sitting all over the place, in comfy puffs of many colors and sizes, to fit each bovine's necessities.

But what really was unique to that place, was the many bovine-like robots, that were milking the "real" ones, with their hands tightly grasping their exposed nipples as cables came out of their sides to extract the milk from the udders bellow.

Matthew looked at Jean to see his reaction, and it was a mix of both awe and disbelief.

Dew: Stunning, aren't they?

Jean: Yes, but what are they?

Matthew: They are our ice cream machines. They take our milk and do the whole slow mixing and cooling thing inside their bodies.

Dew: With no need for extra ingredients, since our flavors are natural.

Jean: Damn... Wish I knew what flavor I would have.

Matthew: Well... We can't milk you yet, but we will get there. In the meantime, let's just have some fun.

The three of them got into a huge pink puff that was nearby, and Dew called the closet robot to where they were.

Dew: Hey, Passion, come here.

The orange robot bull then turned around, and gazed at the three with his green, pixilated eyes, as if to recognize their features.

Passion: Alright... But my systems are not computing this little caprine.

Matthew: Just add him to the database. He's not ready yet.

Passion: And... Done. How may I serve you today?

Matthew: Just a quick and soft milking session for now.

He said that as he unbuttoned his shirt, and let his gorgeous nipples breathe for a moment.

Passion: Okay... Target spotted.

Dew: You don't need to say that every time.

Passion: I know. It's fun.

With that, the robot extended his metallic hands, who's palms suddenly opened into circular holes big enough to fit Matthew's enlarged nipples, and gently grabbed them. Sending a shiver down the mint green bull's body not only due to pleasure, but the fact that they were cold.

Then, they started sucking, as the fingers gently massaged the area around the nipples and the milk started coming out.

It was possible to se it flowing through Passion's transparent elbows. A light green liquid with some hints of brown. And the robot was already working on turning that into ice cream, as his exhaust pipe horns were already letting out some icy white smoke.

Matthew: Oh yeah... Hitting the spot as always.

Passion: Heh. I'm programed to do that.

Matthew then lowered his pants and briefs, as his balls could barely be contained in there anymore, as his udder was almost fully formed.

Passion noticed that too, and four cables came out of his sides, each one meeting a teat in the udder so they could be milked as well.

It was at that moment that Matthew looked at Jean again, who was staring with some genuine curiosity at what was happening to his balls.

Matthew: Heh. This looks so weird, doesn't it?

Jean: Yeah... But in an interesting way. How does it happens?

Matthew: You see, we produce too much milk to be only stored in our pecs. So down there is were most of our stuff is stored. And it doesn't come out on it's own, as it needs some stimulation. Specifically on the nipples.

Dew: Long story short, milk our tiddies so our teats show down bellow.

Jean: Heh. That's really fascinating. And dare I say... Kinky.

Matthew: Yep. Wanna try it?

Jean: Can I?

Matthew: Of course.

Dew: Hey, I want some too.

Matthew: Fine... Passion, let go of the two upper teats.

Passion: Alright.

He did so, and Dew did not hesitate before grabbing one of the teats. But Jean still seemed a bit apprehensive.

Dew: No need to be ashamed, my dude. It's a courtesy, really.

And those were the words he needed to hear, before grabbing the other free teat and start sucking it along with the blue bull. His eyes sparkling with joy as the taste of Matthew's milk first touched his tongue.

The mint green bull had to admit: that was the best milking session he had in a while, and he was glad to see the rookie being so enthusiastic about everything. And Dew was a nice help too.