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Udder Need

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Moans, groans, kneels on the verge of buckling from the constant pleasure and the soft hum of milking machines that hissed and tugged, drawing out a white cream of delight that perhaps had a hint of pink woven through it. Hard to tell at the moment as the attention has been on what needs to be done, ney, what has to be done, to recover from the udder chaos of what happened earlier in the day.

“Now mix with organic extended chain hydrocarbons to stabilize the mixture. And let me kn-moooow when it’s done,” Leika mentally shudders. Blind and deaf to the world, she has no vocals to express how she feels. She twitches, throbs, shifts around, bouncing as she hangs from her assistant’s body. Transformed into a four-teat round and heavy pink udder that could barely be grasped by Jian by both hands if those hands weren’t busy doing what she was telling her what to do with them.

“Are you okay?” Jain asks instinctively, typing into the laptop that controls the lab’s automation that enables the pair to work within the intended milking room where the original test subject was supposed to be to test the new milk production enhancement formula.

“I-I’m fine. There was just a powerful squirt there. I think the udders are almost done turning any of my excess mass into milk. I might be able to finally relax,” she responds. Though deaf she can hear what Jain is saying, by mental thought. Though exact feelings remain hidden to her, and worse yet, the only part of the body she can feel is the mass of utter that she has become. Soothing, relaxing, without sound, sight, her mind is able to focus in a sea of pleasuring hefty delight, like floating in the center of a pleasure marshmallow.

“Would that make it only harder for you to turn back? We should really focus on a cure.”

“No, no, no. We can’t. If this venture fails and we don’t get the formula done on time. We’ll be sunk. We have to focus on more pressing matters.”

“Being an udder is not a more pressing matter?” she says with a soft moan, her toes curling as there’s another milking squirt. The constant teasing and pleasure of her udder by the machines draws her attention down to her loins. Her clothes no longer fit her, torn asunder by the merge and transformation. Some of her features have gained a more bovine look with her ears and hoofed feet, which is a completely new sensation that she still quite explains, like wearing shoes that are part of your feet. Protective, but you can still feel underneath them but not a tight discomfort, but a muted sensation like feeling something through a thick leather glove.

“When it comes to business. Self sacrifices have to be made,” she responds with a tense, churn and wobble.

“You have dedication I give you that,” she says with a shudder, her female sex has been aching this entire time. A burning hot puffy sex, wet with her own juices and some milk that has dripped along the underside of their udder toward her vent, adding to the lubrication. Unlike Leika, she feels her partner as one solid part of her new hole. The delightful milking of her phallic teats has just added to her growing need, but she keeps her focus. If it wasn’t for her, they’d not be in this position. She has to help keep her job, help her boss, and most importantly, help her friend.

“What time is it?”

“Uh…” she takes a moment to look around, then realizing she can just look at the clock in the bottom of the screen, “Oh… oh…. Oh…”

“Jain? Are you okay?”

“What if I said it is late. Like late, late.”

“Okay, okay. We’ll pick this up tomorrow. We need to take a moment, get some food and rest.”

“Get some food? I don’t think we can just go out. None of my clothes are going to fit me, and I can’t just go out in public like this. We’d be arrested for indecent exposure.”

“Jain? Relax. Order some food to be delivered here. Contactless delivery. And after that we’ll order an udder bra, and a new set of clothes for you, to be expressed delivered here for tomorrow if not the following day at the latest.”

“An udder bra? Where am I going to go to order an udder bra? It’s no like I’ve needed one up till now,” she says, reaching down, giving the udder a lift and squeeze, feeling the heft of it in her thickened semi-hoofed hands, how delightfully soft it is.

The udder twitches, moaning, squirting more milk as the suckers continue to pump her, making both softly moan in delight, “Ahh.”

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to, it just felt so…” her tail wags, closing her eyes as she shakes her head.

“It’s fine sweetie. I found it to be a curious experience and it’s given me an idea, but for later.”

“An idea? Wait, never mind, back to the udder bra. Where are we going to fi--”

She gets cut off, “Udder Madness Bra and Bovine Clothing Emporium. Search there, they’ll have all that you need.”

She shoots her udder a curious look, “You came up with that pretty darn fast.”

With a sense of a sheepish grin, that translates to a gentle warming pulse, she responds, “I’ve had to do a lot of research for this formula, to know just exactly what the client needed for the enhanced fresh milk production.”

“Last thing. Are we going to remain confined here or can I roam a bit? I’d like to eat in our lunchroom and rest in our lounge. But if I have to keep these milkers on…,” she says softly muttering which Leika can hear clear as day, “As delightful as they feel,” she then continues, “I really can’t go anywhere with them attached to me.”

“It’ll be fine. If it becomes unbearable for us we can come here for a quick milk. Once you’ve made your purchases and eaten. I want to do some more tests, if you’re comfortable with it.”

She raises an eyebrow, flicking her bovine tail, “What kind of tests?”

“Sensory. I want to know more about our connection.”

She grins, “Sure, as long as I can pick the tools to help.”

The udder raptor mentally gulps but feels a twinge of excitement within the center of herself, “Go right ahead.”

“Thank you, Leika, you’re the best!” she says, giving the udder a little squeeze, pressing it up against herself, before she regains her senses, “Okay, first food. For some reason I’m in the mood for a nice big salad.”

“Gee I wonder why,” she internally giggles. For the next hour or so, the hapless raptor turned udder remains with a slight sense of wonder. She feels the momentum of every step, when Jain bends down to pick something up. The vibrations of her friend’s movements. It’s a bit like being kidnapped, wrapped into tight bondage, unable to move, tossed into the back of a trunk and then driven around. The only difference is not so much a restriction of movement but an incapability of it.

The removal of the milkers brought a sense of relief as the constant milking was having the unforeseen side effect of clouding her mind and focusing on just how delightful each squeeze was. The rush of milk through her teats, the sensation that the milking itself encouraged only more milk to be produced which needed to be milk. A growing vicious delightful cycle that was helpful when she was at her breaking point, a breakeven from that bliss was required. The other half of that mixture? A longing sense to return to be milked. Her fat teats throbbed in Jain’s hand, shuddering at the squeeze, when her partner gave her a vicious tease, but she feels that she moans too. Eventually after long enough observation and giving her friend time to eat her meal, which she can only surmise was happening but the feeling of cool metal touching her udder body which she believes to be the chairs in the lunchroom, she says to her, “You feel my udder then.”

She moans, and jumps a bit, a little startled, “Yes, ah, sorry you spooked me. You haven’t said anything in a while.”

She giggles, the teats wiggling, “Sorry. I was lost in thought and I was just observing our situation. Are you ready to run the good old scientific method?”

She groans, “Do I have to submit a report?”

“No, not this time.”

Her eyes light up, “Then I’m very ready.”

With an internal giggle, she responds, “Good. I want you to rub the area where I connect with you. Go slow, rub firmly, and describe to me what the area looks like once we establish the boundary of where I can sense and where only you can.”

“Sure thing, just let me grab some other tools and we can begin.”

Unable to see her friend’s grin, she’s left bouncing about, stirring up the milk held within her. The pressure behind her teats has grown since the milking has been stopped. It’s not painfully full, but there is a pressure within her, behind every teat. She feels heavier and sluggish like carrying a lot of water weight, though in this case it might be better to consider it milk weight.

The udder raptor takes a moment to process the sensations, she tries to pull her thoughts closer, “Jain can you hear this? Jain?” she thinks, and after a moment of no response, her body bouncing against her friend’s thighs, feeling a hint of warmth as she gets close to sex every so often, “Okay, I can pull my thoughts in enough to not have her hear me. Good. Good. I don’t want her to feel too weirded out by how much I am enjoying this. It’s relaxing to be just part of someone. So close and connected in a way that I didn’t think was possible. The clarity and focus my brilliant mind can now receive, to let my thoughts come up with new exciting formulas, ideas, the spark of genius could really burn bright and blossom. But first I need to focus on just how deep our connection can go. It’s curious that she can feel my entire body but as far as I can observe, she’s separate from me.”

She’s left wondering what her friend is grabbing, not knowing she grabbed from her hidden stash, a magic wand vibrator, and because she couldn’t get it out of her mind, a bovine shaped dildo. She holds the flesh colored dildo in her hands, thinking discreetly to herself, “I bet Leika would be surprised if she knew I had this… oh, she can hear my thoughts. Sorry Leika.” She tenses when she hears no response, “Leika? Leika?” She finally says, “Are you there Leika?”

“Yeah, I’m here. What’s wrong, you sound concerned. Did something happen? Did you change more?”

“No, no. I was just thinking a bit.”

“I didn’t hear your thoughts. Interesting, very unexpected. Are you ready to begin?”

“Just a moment, I need to sit down,” she says, getting to the lunge room, sitting on a soft couch, which has been used as a place of rest more times than she can count. She places the toys off to the side, eyeing them, “Ready.”

“Rub around the center then to the sides, and continue to rub, using your fingers to press down so I can really feel them, and I’ll tell you when to stop and we’ll go from there.”

“Sure thing,” she says, grabbing the pink fleshy udder, gently massaging it as they both moan in their own way.

Leika feels like she’s a balloon filled with water. The flesh pressed, milk shifting within her, the flow going straight to her four teats that just keep the pressure at bay. She focuses on the feeling of her friend’s digits caressing across her form. Her mind, focus, sensations all on the warm hands, and the cool air that surrounds her, soon accentuated by Jain’s legs propping herself up. The fingers tracing toward the edges, leaving a wake of pleasure and longing to be rubbed again in their wake.

Instead of back arching, hips thrusting, toes curling, tail stiffening pleasure, there was an udder equivalent that the former raptor found herself doing. Pulsating teats, quivering and wobbling udder, the teat cistern stiffens, while the teat meatus, the very tip where the milk would come out of when the rest of her teat is squeezed and milk has this built up pressure point, that’s warm, soothing, aching, like the pressure one could feel surging through their body a few moments before a climax, but still it’s not quite that, but it's the only equivalent the formerly hermaphrodite raptor could draw upon.

“There, there, stop there!” she calls out, shuddering, “Your middle finger is right on the cusp where the sensations fade. It tingles like a limb falling asleep, where I sort of feel something but then don’t. After that I feel nothing.

Jain runs her fingers across the border, her body feeling no such tingles, yet she feels that same aching pleasure, delight, wanting to find release. Her sex drips, burning hot, aching, wanting to find release so bad that it's been distracting her thoughts from time to time. Only the determination to help her friend better understand their situation has kept her on track, but only just so, “This finger?” she asks, pressing down on the border, running her fingers across a noticeable border between the udder friend, and herself. A place where the soft pink flesh darkens to a lighter grey, and her own fur takes over.

“Yes, that’s the one,” she moans, the tingling sensation spreads outwards toward the inner parts of her udder, out towards her friend, building this boundary within her mind of just where on the inside the two meet, where their body ends and just her friend’s begins, “Keep rubbing and describe the area to me.”

Jain’s hoofed fingers continue to do so as she does what her friend asks of her. Her sex clenching, he building desire growing within her. Something about this udder just feels so damn good, that it's building up her need to find a release of her own pressure. It grows ever higher, scratching in the back of her mind, like an itch you need to scratch but your hands are full. She huffs and moans, reaching up to grab her own breast, gently tugging at her nipple, enjoying how hard and sensitive they are. Gently caressing her mound, noticing just how much bigger they have gotten, and the gentle leak between her fingertips, the white cream of her milk, makes it feel even better.

“Are you doing okay Jain?”

“I need a break!” she exclaims, arching her back, thrusting her hips, legs spreading, “Ah… I just need a break. Five... no ten minutes. Just give me ten minutes and we can do more, okay?”

The raptor builds an imagine in her mind just what Jain looks like, the wolf with thickened fingers and a massive pink udder between her legs, it’s enough to get her going too, not knowing just how much her friend has changed to better feet the bovine persuasion over the vulpine, “Go right ahead. You’ve been doing all the work. I’ve just been sitting here, doing nothing at all.”

Her legs quake, relieved to know she’s already sitting down, “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I just need a moment and I’ll be good,” she says, grabbing the dildo, giving it a firm squeeze, guiding it between her legs, grabbing the udder, lifting it up so it doesn’t touch it, giving both a surge of stimuli.

“W-what are you doing sweetie?”

“N-nothing. Just relieving some stress,” she quickly responds, pulling the udder up close against her belly, as the dildo kisses her sex, “Fuck, I forgot the lubrication,” she thinks, noticing one of the teats is dripping her partner’s milky essence, “Unless…”

“Unless what?” she asks, only to feel an arm slide across her body, gripping one of her teets, squeezing and tugging it sensually, making her quiver and moan as some of the pressure is released, squirted out and away into the void of nothingness that is the world outside of her soft squishy pink skin.

“Nothing,” Jain responds, coating the dildo in the milk, which drips copious amounts onto the floor, “I’ll clean that up later,” she thinks, slipping the flat headed length bull cock right into her hungry sex. She moans arching her back, forcing her sex apart with the massive silicone bit of heaven. The milk is doing its job as it slides into her body.

Instincts begin to take over, the pleasure surging through her as she slinks it in ever deeper. Her legs spread wider, flash images of a magnificent handsome bull pounding her floods her mind, as she pushes the toy in deeper, using two hands to help tase and hit her sensitive hot buttons. She grips the toy even harder, fingers compressing the base of the cock, thumb running across the balls that make up the base, letting the udder slip from her grip right onto it.

“Oh… that’s what she’s doing and oh my… that’s big,” Leika thinks, finding it curious she’s unable to feel the surging pleasure through Jain’s body, but she does feel a growing pressure within her udder. She shudders, feeling an ever growing need to be milked once again. It caresses and teases her thoughts. The milking machine flashing in her mind, the suction as each one grips her aching throbbing teat, ready to be milked. The surge of milk through them. So heavenly.

Jain arches her back, leaning back against the couch, sinking into the soft cushions as she slams the toy harder and harder into herself. Her hips buck up to meet the toy as she cries out in self-indulgent pleasure, “Oh Leika,” she moans, not even catching her own expletives.

Leika though with only the building pressure and nod, her mind clear enough even while swimming in the milky pent-up haze caught it. She feels a warmth through her, an equivalent of a blush? “How very interesting to feel something like this, calm in the torment of her storm. That dildo running across my body feeling so good I could just imagine the hefty bull pounding us,” she mentally shudders, feeling a pressure build up within her. A mutual ache and need as Jain pushes herself close to the edge.

The partially transformed wolf bovine hybrid’s hot sex quivers and clenches nice and hard. Wanting to feel every inch of the massive girth of the delightful toy that’s ravaging her delectable folds. Like pumping air into a furnace, each pump increases the burning desire within her. She slides in deeper, slamming into her sensitive tunnel.

Her fingers slide across the dildo, her breasts bounce with each thrust, her body ready to burst, the udder bouncing against each thrust, arms squeezing the new appendage, spreading the pleasure between the two. Her sex twitching, aching so hard, her labia throbbing with extreme sensitivity to the point she can no longer keep herself back, her mind having that momentary shut down of pure bliss, climaxing rocking her body squirting out her hot female juices.

The toy curling climax spread into the hapless udder raptor. A surge came over her as she felt her body quiver, gushing out some of her hot milky essence through her needy teats. Her mind blanked for the moment as the bliss of the climax overtook them both.

It would take some time for either of them to come back to their full senses, though Leika was first in it. Feeling milk drip from the ends, she still felt a sense of fullness that she couldn’t shake. Her mind feels as if she needed to pant, a lingering muscle memory for something she no longer needed to do. The flow of blood through her body, the beating of Jain’s heart. So connected to her that it was rather soothing, but then an idea popped into her head, “Jain, I know what we need to do next.”

“Huh? What? What do we need to do next?” she asks, looking at the soaked mess she’s made, the dildo slowly squeezed out of her as it flops to the floor with a heavy flood and a light splash, “I am so going to hate having to clean that up. No way I am going to be able to explain that to Jerry the janitor.”

“We need to have another climax.”

She pants heavily, “What another? I’m not sure if I have another in me..” she says, taking a moment to catch her breath, reaching over to prop herself up, causing the magic wand to roll onto her hand.

“It’s for science. I know you can do it.”

Jain grins, “Actually, I think I could eek out another.”

“Excellent. Your climax seemed to have a nervous system reaction which spread over to me. It’s rather fascinating… ahh, Jain, what are you doing? I said to give me a climax, not a milk,” she says, shuddering, udderly uncontrollably, as she feels those thick fingers squeeze and caress the teats, rubbing all four together.

“I know, but I think we can really take it up a notch,” she says, rolling the udder around, rubbing the bottom two teats easily against her wet dripping sex. Gently caressing her folds as she slips them in.

“Jain, I don’t think my teats can get hard enough to provide the stimulation required for you to reach climax.”

“No one can stop you when you’re determined enough and if we shove enough in it’ll feel very hard and firm,” she chuckles, cackling at her own mad genius moment.

“I” think you are picking up a few of my bad, good habits,” she says, shuddering internally as the udder is squeezed and pulled, milk squirting out, onto her other teats, making them nice and sleek as the wolf-bovine hybrid works her magic, pulling at those teats, pressing them against her tight hole, which grows ever tighter with each one shoved up into that warm inviting hole. Milk and cream mix within that hot vent. The vaginal walls squeezing hungrily against them, pulling, tugging, providing the milking suction that Leika finds she craves so much. Any protest she has begins to fade, but she does manage to say, “Okay you can please me but how about yourself?”

“You’ll see the madness of my genius,” she says, unable to stop her ear to ear grin, using one hand to keep herself stuffed, as she turns on the magic wand, “Time to work my magic,” she teases, pressing the wand up against the base of the teats, placing the end right in the center of the four. The vibrations surge through them, Jain getting double the delight, but it leaves Leika absolutely speechless.

The wand doing its magic, sending pleasure deep within both of them. The quivering delights go deep within Leika’s udder body, traveling through those teats, helping milk gush out of her, flooding Jain’s folds, which are still hypersensitive from her last climax. Leaving her defenseless as she’s sent over the edge in just a matter of moments. The climax surging through both of them, leaving them both in a moment of pleasure exhaustion yet feeling endless good, soaking in the euphoria of the moment.

“I think more tests are needed just to be sure.”

Between heavy pants, the wand slipping from her fingers, the udder slipping free as milk and female juices leak out of her folds that desperately try to hold as much within her as possible, she whines out with a soft moo, “I couldn’t agree more.”