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Dew had to admit it. The new guy surely knew how to used those teats. After Matthew finished being milked, he went back to the reception to check on everything, and left the goat alone with the blue bull and Passion, in the middle of the ice cream room.

So he took advantage of the situation, and asked the robot to milk him next. Jean also seemed to have learned how things worked in the herd, and asked if he could drink some of his milk too, as his udder came into view. The answer was a resounding yes.

But at that pace, he was soon drained. Even his round belly would feel empty, if he hadn't drink so much of Matthew's milk just before that.

Dew: Ah... That was a great one.

Jean: Heh, yeah.

Passion: It was a pleasure to help~

Dew: Thanks for your service, dude.

Jean: Gotta say... Your milk tastes pretty nice.

Dew: Heh. Never had blueberries before, right?

Jean: No, not even seen one personally.

Dew: I see. They are pretty rare around these parts.

Passion: Not native at all, to be precise.

Dew: But there's some in the orchard. You can taste them later.

Jean: Would be nice, but... What should we do now?

Dew: Wait for Matthew to come back, at least.

But it was at that moment that he heard his phone vibrating, in the pockets of his shorts that lied on the floor right now.

And it was none other than Matthew himself making a call, so the blue bull accepted it immediately.

Matthew: Oh, hey.

Dew: Hey.

Matthew: There's a lot of bulls checking in for the day right now, so I might be here for a while. Can you finish the tour with Jean by yourself?

Dew: Of course. Just do your job with no rush.

Matthew: No need to tell me. And thanks.

With that, the call was over, and both Jean and Passion looked at the blue bull with curiosity.

Dew: Well... We better get going then. Gotta a lot of things to show to you.

Jean: Can't wait to see what's next. And thanks again, Passion.

Passion: No problem. I need to empty my storage again anyway.

The orange robot bull then turned around and went into a small room in the back, as Dew just put his clothes back on.

But before they could even leave that room, an interesting figure came into the place, from an entrance on the other side of it.

They were a large, three headed bull. The middle one was white and had a blue cap on, the left one was pink and had glasses, and the right one was brown with a goatee. They all had black hair and their conjoined body had four arms. Two on each side.

Jean: Oh my...

Dew: Heh. They are a sight to behold, right?

Jean: Yeah... But why do they look like that?

Dew: Well... When you live in a place with so much "magical" or "supernatural" energy, you can be born with some interesting mutations. But don't worry, we can't make you grow a third leg or something.

Jean: I see... They look at peace like the rest of you.

Dew: Yeah, They are a pretty nice bunch. Kleber is the name of the brown one. Bert is the one in the middle, and Roger is the pink one. But we refer to them mostly as Klebero.

Jean: Their name as a unit?

Dew: Exactly.

Bert: What are you guys talking about?

The big three-headed bull was now looking at them, with at least a little bit of curiosity and intrigue on each face.

Dew: Jean here is just amazed by how you look.

Jean: Y-yeah.

Roger: Oh, so you're the newbie everyone is talking about.

Kleber: Gotta say... It's the first time we se a goat in person.

Bert: Yeah... How cute.

Jean: Heh... Thanks.

Roger: No problem.

Kleber: Anyway... Hope you have a nice day.

With that, they left the little goat speechless with one last smile before they went to find a good seat to be milked.

Jean: This place is amazing.

Dew: Heh, yeah. And there's a lot more to see.

So they finally got out of the room, through the door that the big guy just came from.

And just out that way was another hallway of milking rooms. Now bulls really were filling the place, coming in and out of the rooms while talking and complimenting each others.

Dew couldn't help but notice how they were glancing curiously at Jean sometimes, but before he could even stop to introduce him to the others, the Goat spotted a familiar face.

Jean: Rumble?

And indeed, the big old orange bull was in the crowd, accompanied by his husband. A shorter, light orange bull about his age, with white hair and a beard not as long as his, but still very full.

His name? Owen, and despite also having fangs like a security bull, his physique was too soft to be one, having a rounder belly than usual.

Rumble: Oh, Jean? Glad to see you here, small fry.

He said that as the goat lunged forward for a hug.

Dew: Yeah. We're kind of on a tour of the place, and I still have a lot of things to show him.

Owen: Oh, really? Did you talk about sodas to him already?

Dew: Not yet, but we were getting there.

Jean: Wait, sodas?

Owen then looked at him with a soft, caring smile.

Owen: Let me explain, sweetie. Since you tasted some of my husband's "milk" last night, I'm pretty sure you know some of our products have a rather... Unexpected flavour.

Jean: Yeah.

Owen: Then sodas are another step forward, you se. Gas builds up inside our bodies and our "juices" gather some of it's properties.

He touched his own belly a bit, and let out a soft burp. There was indeed something building up in there.

Rumble: Heh. Love how you explain things, Hun. And se how he has fangs like me? Sodas are a bit more laid back variant of us security bulls.

Owen: Exactly. The only difference is that our body carbonates instead of fermenting.

Jean: Oh... That's really neat.

Dew: Yeah. Owen here has a degree in both biology and chemistry, so he knows his stuff.

Owen: Heh. Anything for a bit more knowledge in this whacky world of ours.

Rumble: Anyway... We need to get going since he has a milking appointment. Have a nice tour.

Jean: Thanks. You too... Have a nice day!

And with that adorable moment, they all laughed a bit, as the two older bulls got in one of the nearby rooms while Dew and Jean kept moving forward.

But they didn't even walk ten steps before spotting another unusual figure. From the waist up, he looked like a regular green bull, with dark hair, short beard, long horns, a strong physique and was wearing glasses alongside a simple shirt. But from the waist down, he had the body of a beast, with four legs and enough room to carry someone on his back, covered by a mantle. A fully fledged taur indeed.

Dew: Aw, come on. You weren't expecting something like this after Klebero?

Jean: Well... Guess I should. But I never thought I'd see a taur outside of a fantasy movie.

Dew: Heh. Guess they are pretty rare even in our terms. We only have six of them in the herd, and that's the most we ever had as far as I know. That one is called Grove by the way.

And it was at that moment that the taur turned his gaze towards them.

Grove: Oh. Are you guys talking about me?

Dew: Yeah. Showing everything to the new guy.

Jean: H-hello.

Grove: Hi. Did he show the spa to you already?

Jean: Spa?

Dew: I was about to.

Grove: Well then, come in.

He gestured for them both to follow him across another set of double doors, just like the one that got them inside the ice cream room earlier. And beyond those, was another sight to behold.

There were dozens of comfy spa chairs where bulls sat down for some milking. Most of them were retainers, wich had way larger udder-balls than most, and needed a little bit of extra care while being milked for their cheese, and even some sauces.

But Grove himself crossed the room majestically, until he reached a special spot made for someone just like him, at the very end of the room. It was some kind of enclosed space, with enough room to comfortably fit his beastly lower body.

Dew then looked at Jean once again, to find him stunned by the mere sight of another interesting room.

Dew: Hey.

And that word was just barely enough to break the trance.

Jean: Huh?

Dew: You don't want to miss the best part.

Grove was still looking at them, with a smile on his face, as they approached his booth. The conversation of the many bulls in there suddenly stopped, as they all watched closely what was about to happen.

Grove: There you are. As you see, I do need some help in here.

Dew: Watch and learn, bud.

The taur then took off his own shirt, as Dew himself raised his mantle, to reveal a nice butthole behind his tail, and a big pair of draping balls. The scent of sheer masculinity hitting his face immediately.

???: Oh well, here we go again.

The one who said that was Barb, a big black bull with reddish hair and beard that was sitting on one of the nearby chairs. The tip of his horns were missing, but the cuts were so clean and symmetric that it made evident the fact that that was a deliberated choice.

Jean: What do you mean?

Barb: You see, Dew here is known for getting a bit too excited sometimes. Right, Tom?

He was talking with a red bull in a chair besides his, that had darker spots, lighter belly and snout, and almost-black green hair. He was slightly taller than Barb himself, but somehow seemed a bit more inviting. Probably because he was wearing glasses. They both seemed to be rather young, almost as much as Jean himself.

Tom: Yeah. His tongue is very efficient.

Jean: Oh really?

Dew: Guys... Don't spoil the show.

Grove: Heh. I'm ready.

And indeed, he already plugged the pumps into the nipples of his upper body, and turned on the milking machine. It was only a matter of moments until the teats would start to sprout on his balls.

But Dew was not that good on holding back in moments like that, so he just went snout first into the taur's exposed butthole, and took a good whiff of it before giving the first lick.

Grove: Ah! You know the spot.

Jean: Oh... Would you guys believe if I said this is one of the least strange things I've seen the whole day?

Tom: Yeah...

Barb: This whole place defies logic sometimes.

But Dew paid little mind to what they said, since he felt Grove's balls touching his belly as they expanded, the teats now in full display.

The blue bull had done that same thing so many times that he didn't even need to stop licking to plug the pumps into the teats, as the taur's milk quickly started to flow through them.

He would even let one of the teats out of the process, but he had so much of Matthew's milk earlier that he didn't feel like drinking more. The taste of a beastly bull man's butthole would suffice for now.

Jean: Is he even breathing?

He said that just before Dew gasped for air for a moment, before getting back into action.

Barb: Don't worry. He is just enjoying himself.

Tom: You too, it seems.

Barb: Heh. What am I supposed to do in a moment like this?

Tom: Fair.

Barb: Don't be ashamed too, rookie.

Jean: Alright.

Dew then could hear the faint sounds and moans of the many bovines, and probably Jean too, beating their meats as they watched that scene unfold.

So why wouldn't him join the fun? With his free hand, he lowered his pants once again, and grabbed his cock, that had been hard for quite a while, dripping with precum. No teats attached to his balls this time.

And with that, his mind was overwhelmed with pleasure. Enough so that he didn't noticed when the spa doors opened once more.