{"sf1_id":2030349,"sf2_id":"zeRN4oJe","title":"Police Moo-tality (ADHG)","author":"PapaDelta","words":2899,"posted_at":"2023-07-28T21:25:07.000Z","tags":["ADHG","Alcohol","Breasts","Cow","Greentext","Human","Interspecies","Lactation","Milk","Second Person","Semi Consensual","Stockade","Western","sheriff"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2030349-police-moo-tality-adhg","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/zeRN4oJe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/38/24/3824d145-c39a-4ac5-927a-213e2950e297","description":"A new sheriff arrives in town and hassles the town drunk.  \n  \n~2,900 words","content":"\\\u003eLiving on the western frontier ain't easy\n\n\\\u003eThere's banditos marauding the wilds, feral snakes and other critters waiting to eat your eyes out, the merciless sun tanning your hide, drunks looking for fights, among other things\n\n\\\u003eBut thankfully there’s always a sheriff in town to put a stop to the dangers posed by your fellow man\n\n\\\u003eOr at least, there used to be\n\n\\\u003eSheriff Espinoza, may the old dog rest in peace, took a bullet to the noggin during a raid on some local highwaymen a few days ago\n\n\\\u003eYou aren’t sure who’s riding in to replace him but you don’t really care, you’ve always been good at keeping a low profile despite your inhibition towards alcohol and the occasional bar fight you find yourself wrapped up in\n\n\\\u003eSpeaking of which, it’s a bright sunny Saturday morning here in La Hembra, just the perfect time for you to mosey on down to the local saloon and wet your whistle\n\n\\\u003eYou get off your straw bed and stretch, streaks of sunlight illuminating the dusty air of your humble shack\n\n\\\u003eYou put your shoes and hat on and walk outside, greeting Mary the seamstress and Henson the leather smith as you pass them on the street\n\n\\\u003eGood folk they are, mostly keeping to themselves and keeping busy with their daily toil\n\n\\\u003eUnfortunately you couldn’t say the same thing about the German Shepard approaching you\n\n\\\u003eSamson was his name and selling all manner of snake oil and lies was his game\n\n\\\u003e”Hey, hey Anon. Come here.” He says, waving you over\n\n\\\u003eYou stop and cross your arms\n\n\\\u003e”What is it this time Samson? Come to sell me another potion to cure my hairline or stiffen my masculinity?”\n\n\\\u003e”No, no, no. I just couldn’t help but notice who just arrived.” He pulls you close and points to a woman mounted on horseback coming into town. “See her? That’s the new sheriff.”\n\n\\\u003eYou squint your eyes against the bright sun and take in her details\n\n\\\u003eA Holstein heifer she is, black and white splotched face with a bright pink nose\n\n\\\u003eShe wears a billowing leather duster and\u0026nbsp;worn tan colored Stetson, a mean look on her face as she scans the town\n\n\\\u003eShe’s armed with a lever action across her back and a six shooter on her hip, a golden badge pinned to her duster\n\n\\\u003e”Ya know Anon, I think I’ll be taking a nice little vacation while she’s in town. If you had any sense you would do the same.”\n\n\\\u003e”Pfff! Coward! She’s just a little cow lady. Ain’t nothing I would worry about. Hell, she ain’t even got horns like her male compatriots!”\n\n\\\u003e”It’s not the horns I would be worried about, it’s her proclivity for handing out arrests like candy.“\n\n\\\u003eHe suddenly grows quiet as the sheriff trots past us, she looks in our direction briefly then turns back to the road\n\n\\\u003e”I, uhhh, I think I better get moving.” Samson says, fast walking away towards his carriage\n\n\\\u003eYou chuckle and continue towards the saloon, glad that you won’t see that slippery dog for the next several days \u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eAfter making your way to the bar you begin conversing with the bartender, downing a few beers and shots of whiskey, your usual morning routine for a Saturday\n\n\\\u003eAfter exhausting all conversation and feeling your vision start to blur you decide to retire to your shack\n\n\\\u003eYou stumble to the entrance, bust open the saloon doors and-\n\n\\\u003e”Hold it right there partner.” Commands a foreign voice, deep yet feminine\n\n\\\u003eThe new sheriff you saw earlier stands in front of you, hands on her hips\n\n\\\u003eWanting to make a good first impression you stick your hand out for a handshake, it wobbles in the air as you wait for her to take it\n\n\\\u003e”Howdy! I’m Anon, you must be Sheriff Espinoza’s replacement.”\n\n\\\u003eShe remains silent, chewing a piece of straw while giving you a lookover\n\n\\\u003eEventually she returns your handshake, her grip is strong for a woman\n\n\\\u003e”That would be correct. I’m Sheriff Leche. I came in from Dallas this morning.”\n\n\\\u003e”Well I think you’ll find La Hembra accommodating. We got a general store, and a post office, and they even installed one of those telegraph thingermajigs not long ago.”\n\n\\\u003e”And a saloon.” She says, eyes drifting up to the sign in front of the place\n\n\\\u003e”Yes ma’am. It’s a fine place. Now if you don’t mind I really must be going.”\n\n\\\u003eYou try to step around her but a hand on the chest stops you\n\n\\\u003e”You’ve had a few to drink today, haven’t you?”\n\n\\\u003e”A touch.”\n\n\\\u003eShe leans in and sniffs\n\n\\\u003e”It’s not even noon yet, Anon.”\n\n\\\u003e”…so? It’s the weekend, I can do what I want.”\n\n\\\u003eThe cow gives a wicked smile\n\n\\\u003e”Now that kind of attitude I don’t find very welcoming. Bandits do what they want, criminals do what they want, law abiding citizens however can not. They must live within the letter of the law.”\n\n\\\u003e”What’s yer point lady?”\n\n\\\u003e”Public drunkenness is against the law, Anon.”\n\n\\\u003eYou wave your hands around in disbelief\n\n\\\u003e”Now that ain’t no law I ever heard of what kind of hot new devilry is this crap I can’t believe that you would-Hey!”\n\n\\\u003eThe cow grabs you by the arm and begins leading you to the stockade in the center of town\n\n\\\u003e”Hey! Where you takin’ me?”\n\n\\\u003e”The stockade. I hereby sentence you to three days of confinement and public humiliation.”\n\n\\\u003e”What the- Now hear this! Sheriff Espinoza only ever sentenced me to one day maximum in the stockade when I got a little tipsy and accidentally socked someone in the bar. Three days is totally unfair!”\n\n\\\u003e”Well I'm not Sheriff Espinoza. Three days is what I sentence you to. Maybe less if I think you learn your lesson before that. I have little tolerance for drunkards and troublemakers.”\n\n\\\u003e”Drunkard? How dare you call me that! I am merely an innocent enjoyer of fine liquors! It’s a hobby! I-I need to drink for health reasons anyway! I get aching joints if I don’t drink! And heart palpitations too!”\n\n\\\u003eShe laughs\n\n\\\u003e”Ya sure pal, I’ve heard all those excuses before. Now settle down while secure you.”\n\n\\\u003eShe lays your neck and hands in the stockade then locks it\n\n\\\u003eYou drunkenly struggle in your bindings but find it useless, they won’t budge\n\n\\\u003e”This is totally uncalled for! You alcohol hating heifer! Denier of fine drink! How dare you do this to me!”\n\n\\\u003eShe stands in front of you and crosses her arms\n\n\\\u003e”I’ll be back tonight to let you into the jail. There I’ll give you some food and water, then next morning we’ll do this all again.”\n\n\\\u003eYou shout disjointed curses at her as she walks away\n\n\\\u003eThankfully your punishment isn’t too harsh for the rest of the day, you were either on good or neutral terms with most of the town\n\n\\\u003eMary’s boys came around in the afternoon and threw a couple of tomatoes at you though, little fuckers\n\n\\\u003eWhen night fell Leche came to free you true to her word, then you spent the night in a jail cell after a dinner composed of beans, cornbread, and water\n\n\\\u003eIn the morning you ate a small breakfast of biscuits and water then you were back out in the stockade\n\n\\\u003eToday most people were working so few came to mock you much to your relief\n\n\\\u003eYet it proved to be the sun that became your most vicious menace, by mid-afternoon the water you had for breakfast had long been used up\n\n\\\u003eYour skin was dry and joints ached, your mouth felt like cotton and your body yearned for hydration\n\n\\\u003eBy the time night fell Leche came out of her jailhouse and stood in front of you, hands on her wide hips\n\n\\\u003e”Well, have you learned your lesson? Promise never be under the influence of the devils drink while out in public?”\n\n\\\u003eYou try to spit on her hooves only to find your mouth dry\n\n\\\u003e”Screw you! Power tripping cow! I’ll drink and stand where I please!”\n\n\\\u003eShe leans in, voice filled with stern disappointment\n\n\\\u003e”I'm sorry to hear that. Guess you’ll just have to wait out the rest of your sentence.”\n\n\\\u003e”I think I will. Now release me so I can at least have a little water before bed, I'm positively parched right now.”\n\n\\\u003e”No.”\n\n\\\u003e”No? You have to give me something! I can’t do another day of this with no freakin’ water! The sun’ll dry me out till I'm nothing but bones.”\n\n\\\u003e”New directive from the city came in. This part of the country has been having a drought something awful and I'm to deny water to prisoners if they only committed minor crimes and have served over half their sentence. That water is better served either going to crops or law abiding citizens. You are neither.”\n\n\\\u003e”I-I’ll die then! You can’t do this! It’s murder.”\n\n\\\u003eShe puts a hand up to her chin, thinking something over\n\n\\\u003e”Well, where the water’s going has already been decided. However, they made no such order regarding a certain other kind of sustenance.”\n\n\\\u003e”Huh?”\n\n\\\u003eThe cow undoes her leather duster then the shirt underneath, untucking a hefty breast from a lacy bra\n\n\\\u003eYou stare in shock for a few seconds, goddamn this woman had some heavenly mams hidden under that duster of hers\n\n\\\u003e”You should consider yourself lucky, Anon. This heifer’s willing to help you out in your unfortunate situation. A breast’s worth of milk ought to tide you over till tomorrow, keep you from an early death from dehydration.”\n\n\\\u003e”An unfortunate situation that _you_ put me in with your excessively long sentence. Just let me go!”\n\n\\\u003e”Let you go? After you tried to spit on the hoof of a duly appointed sheriff and denounce her good intentions? I don’t think so pal!”\n\n\\\u003e“Fine. I take back everything I said and will never wander around in public while intoxicated ever again. Cross my heart and hope to die.” You say, trying to cram sincerity into every syllable\n\n\\\u003eUnsurprisingly, she doesn’t fall for it\n\n\\\u003e”No. I don’t believe you. Now either suck my tit or risk ending up in a casket by the end of tomorrow.”\n\n\\\u003eYou squint an eye and slowly nod, her intentions becoming clear\n\n\\\u003e”Oh, I see how it is. This is all some sort of perverse pleasure for you, isn’t it? You lecherous cow women must like it when someone suckles from your teat, makes you feel all funny down below. Well I’ll tell you what Leche, I won’t give in to your deviant cream filled fantas-“\n\n\\\u003eShe suddenly leans forward and grabs your chin, her wet pink nose coming up to your own\n\n\\\u003e”Listen here you little mongrel. It took me three weeks to make it down here on my horse. Three weeks of nothing but rough road and bad weather. We heifers need our breasts drained every week and I haven’t had a chance to do it in three times that long, if you listen closely you can probably hear it all sloshing around in there, you get my drift?”\n\n\\\u003eYou slowly nod in understanding\n\n\\\u003e”Ya, okay. But why not just do it yourself and save me the trouble?”\n\n\\\u003e”I, uhhh, I can’t give milk unless someone else is watching.” She whispers, an embarrassed tone in her voice\n\n\\\u003eIt takes all your self-restraint to not burst out laughing\n\n\\\u003e”You, heh, need a, heh, peeping tom to release the floodgates? You know I have something of a similar issue myself, though it’s the opposite in nature.”\n\n\\\u003e”Oh shut up, normally my sister would help me out in a situation like this but she’s a hundred miles away and I'm not about to ask some stranger to help me out on the road. Which leaves us in a fortunate situation with you needing milk and me needing to give it. Now unless you want to end up as a pile of dried up bones tomorrow you’re going to do the draining for me tonight. Now put on your best calf impression and get to it.”\n\n\\\u003e”In the middle of town? This is scandalous! Uncouth!”\n\n\\\u003eLeche puts her breast in front of your lips then draws her duster around the both of you, hiding her chest and your head from prying eyes\n\n\\\u003e”There, it’s the middle of night so it’s doubtful anyone will be aware of what I’m doin’ with ya.”\n\n\\\u003e”Okay, okay.”\n\n\\\u003eYou lick your chapped lips and stare at the pink nipple less than an inch from your mouth\n\n\\\u003eSure, you don’t particularly like helping officers of the law, but not doing it may very well end with you dead tomorrow\n\n\\\u003eAnd hell, you always did wonder if bovine anthro milk tasted any different from the feral kind\n\n\\\u003eYou crane your neck forward and latch on to her puffy teat, gently sucking\n\n\\\u003eWithin a couple of seconds the first milk enters your mouth and wets your dry tongue, it feels heavenly as it makes it’s way down your sore throat\n\n\\\u003eWith relief washing over your body you find yourself unintentionally suckling with greater intensity, body desperate for more of the life giving liquid regardless of the fact it’s coming from a power tripping sheriff\n\n\\\u003eLeche stares down at you from above, an occasional soft moan escaping her lips betraying her otherwise stoic persona\n\n\\\u003eYour appetite for her milk grows ravenous just as her output begins to drop\n\n\\\u003eWith each suck she gave less and less, coming down to just a few drops no matter how much effort you put into freeing her milk from it’s plushy prison\n\n\\\u003eLeche leans back and removes your mouth from her tit, cream dribbling down your chin\n\n\\\u003e”Take it down a notch cowboy, this one’s empty. She ain’t got nothing left.”\n\n\\\u003e”I’m still thirsty.”\n\n\\\u003e”You can have the other one tomorrow morning for breakfast. Ought to keep you hydrated for the rest of the day.” She tucks the breast back under her bra then buttons up her shirt, standing up to her full height. “You can spend the night in the jail, then I’ll give you ‘breakfast’ just before dawn. By nightfall tomorrow your sentence will be served.”\n\n\\\u003e”This is insanity. Forced to suckle from the teat of my supposed protector just to keep my life. Satisfying her\u0026nbsp;perverse carnal desires in the process, it’s disgusting.”\n\n\\\u003e”Forced? You seemed to be into it just as much as I was.”\n\n\\\u003e”Was not.”\n\n\\\u003eShe walks around to the rear of the stockade and grabs your package, her fingers finding their way around your erect cock\n\n\\\u003eYou give a surprised grunt and she chuckles in response, unlocks the stockade then escorts you to the jailhouse\n\n\\\u003e With something in your stomach you fall asleep quickly and in the morning you wake up to another bright sunshiny day\n\n\\\u003eTrue to her word Leche allows you to drink from her other breast, this time in the privacy of a jailcell rather than the public stockade\n\n\\\u003eAnd it’s a good thing she did, today must be a record breaker for temperature\n\n\\\u003eThe sun beats down on the sand with a scorching intensity as heatwaves rise up from the ground\n\n\\\u003eBy the time the sun falls below the horizon you’re well and truly on the edge, skin flaking and mouth dry\n\n\\\u003eWhen you see Leche approach she gives you a canteen of water which you chug down greedily\n\n\\\u003eThe cow then unlocks the stockade and sets you free\n\n\\\u003eDesperate for some kind of liquor based relief you stumble into the saloon and immediately order a shot of whiskey from the bartender\n\n\\\u003eYou swig it down and look outside\n\n\\\u003eLeche is still by the stockade, she gives you an unreadable stare before turning towards the jailhouse\n\n\\\u003eNot wanting to get caught for public intoxication again you get your fill of liquor then request a room to stay in, deciding to head back to your shack in the morning\n\n\\\u003eMorning arrives, you walk out the door and-\n\n\\\u003eShe’s right fucking there again, waiting for you\n\n\\\u003e”You’re a wanted man Anon.” She says, sucking on a piece of straw\n\n\\\u003eYou raise your arms up in exasperation\n\n\\\u003e”What is it this time?! I ain’t done nothin’! I’m perfectly sober I'm telling you!”\n\n\\\u003eShe spits the straw out\n\n\\\u003e”I have it on good authority you’ve been drinking in public. That’s illegal.”\n\n\\\u003e”Drinking in public?! I’ve done no such thing! The last alcohol I tasted was last night and I was in the saloon the entire time!”\n\n\\\u003e”Never said it was alcohol you were sucking down.”\n\n\\\u003e”What in tarnation are you…oh.”\n\n\\\u003eShe shifts her hooves and smiles\n\n\\\u003e”Why don’t you come on down to the jailhouse and we can discuss options. I would hate for a man like you who has such a…_thirst_…for life to end up in jail again.”\n\n\\\u003e”Guess I don’t have any other options, do I?”\n\n\\\u003eShe shakes her head and spits on the ground\n\n\\\u003e”Nope. In fact, I can already think of something you could do in place of a prison sentence. Public service. Maybe you could come down to the jailhouse, let’s say once a week, and carry out any tasks I assign you.”\n\n\\\u003e”Once a week huh? Awfully specific.”\n\n\\\u003e”If you do well I may even make you my deputy around town. But make no mistake, I’ll always be the one in charge of you, ya hopeless drunkard.”\n\n\\\u003e”I already told you I'm not a drunkard! It’s a hobby!”","series":{"name":"Garden of Greens (Anthology)","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2027498-natural-twenty-wifwolf.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2030354-orange-mocha-frappuccino-wifwolf.json"}}