The Milking Contest
Concept by minky, Story by Zaine Otter
"Alright girls, that's it for today!"
The milking machines all whir to a stop. A large, muscular bull comes out of the milking barn's control room. He is a regular sight to all of the milking cowtaurs, being the main farmhand. Most of the girls giggle and gossip about him when he's not around, always comparing notes on what they would do to that stud if the opportunity ever arose. The young farmhand goes to each of the stalls, lifting the barrels of milk that were just produced and putting them in the storage. Most of the cows end up producing anywhere from one to two full barrels of creamy milk each day, competing with each other to see who can actually produce the most. The contests always end quickly though, as the farmhand approaches Bess's stall.
Bess was an exceptionally beautiful bovine. Her fur was always smoothly brushed flat against her skin. The color was a perfect pattern of white with those black splotches, even having a cute small spot on the bridge of her muzzle. Her udder was the most noticeable difference, though. Bess's udder was exceptionally large, bulging from underneath her, so full of milk those four fat teats were only inches from the ground. Even the breasts on her chest were larger than the norm, unable to be fully cupped in a normal hand. The udder would sway a bit with her walk, sloshing that milk around noisily.
"Five barrels again, huh Bess? That's a good girl. You're doing a lot for this farm." The bull reaches in to give Bess's udder an affectionate rub, enticing a soft moo out of her before going back to finishing off those barrels.
The bull finishes a few minutes later, opening the stalls and unhooking the machines from the girls. Some of the cows sneak gropes or pinches to his rear as he's bending over getting those milkers detached, but he's used to these horny girls giving him a hard time so he ignores it. As they are freed, the cow girls start to gather and congregate, giggling and comparing how much milk each of them produced. The bull finishes up by opening Bess's stall before leaving. Bess slowly joins the group, her udder swaying heavily even after just being milked, smiling as she knows she's always the winner of these contests.
"Oh Bess! How do you do it?"
"You were holding back weren't you? You still look full!"
"I wish I could get a rub from that sexy farm boy.. hehe!"
The praises came from all around as Bess just blushed. "It's just natural girls.. I've always been this way. But I don't think anyone could beat me..." Bess then leans over to the side a bit, watching as the farmhand walks back toward the barn with three new animals following him. "Huh? I wonder what's going on?"
The bull walks in with three goattaurs following him. "Okay girls there's going to be a little change. The boss wants to try to bring more income into the farm by selling goat milk as well. Now you girls give them a nice welcome and behave alright?" The bull pats the goat girls on the way out, returning to the house.
The goats can already tell they are not welcome as the cows stare sternly down at them, folding their arms under those pert breasts. The goats all have a similar gray and white fur pattern about them, the fur a bit more haphazard in style, not nearly as well groomed as Bess. They each sport a very nicely sized udder for their size, hanging and pressing between their legs as it dangles below their knees, each udder sporting two supple teats.
Bess steps forward and stomps a hoof. "So... who are you girls and what do you think you're doing here?"
One of the goat girls steps forward, a bit gruffer than the others, stomping back. "I'm Francine.. and I think that the farm boy just explained that were here so your farm can have some fresh goat milk..."
Bess scoffs. "With those things between your legs? Oh please..." She positions herself to show her over-sized udder off to the goats, grinning. "Here it's all about how much you can produce, and I don't think you can compare to the competition."
Francine grins. "Then how about a milk-off? We'll show you we're meant to be here."
Bess looks behind her at the other cows, who all just giggle, as Bess motions to one of the girls to get the portable milkers. "Seems you have a thing for humiliation... Alright, you have your milk-off."
Two of Bess's girlfriends return carting two small milk pumps, getting behind each of the contenders as they stare each other down. The girls reach under and attach the milkers firmly, making sure to have the empty barrels ready and putting one underneath the dispenser. Bess stomps her hoof again as she explains the rules, "Alright. First one to fill up two barrels of milk is the winner. Your girls there can help ya but you can't swap out with them." Bess motions to four of the cows that aren't busy, who all gather close to Bess, already petting over her body and giggling at the goats. "Are you ready goats? Go!"
The machines are switched on, and the contenders both let out a sharp moan of relief as the suction suddenly hits them, milk flowing heavily from both of them and splashing into the barrels. The cows get right to work on exciting Bess, teasing her sexually so her milk flow increases even more. Two of the cows lean underneath Bess, kissing and sucking at the udder, rubbing around the soft, pillowy flesh as the others get her front and back. The one in back nuzzles and licks Bess's pussy, moaning as she uses that strong cow tongue to push deep inside of her. In the front, Bess's humanoid tits are being treated, the cow licking and sucking on one of those nipples, squeezing and rubbing over the other breast lustfully. Bess gasps and lets out moans of pleasure as her friends help her, the milk from her udders gushing three times as much as normal, filling up her first barrel quick.
Francine folds her arms and snorts at Bess. "Hun, I'll beat you without your helper bullshit.." She sits there as the milker goes to work on her, keeping up fairly well with Bess, finishing off her first barrel not more than a few seconds after Bess. She grins at Bess and lets out a murr, grabbing and rubbing her breasts to egg herself on, the milk flowing even heavier from her as she passes up Bess, halfway done with her second barrel already.
Bess gives off a bull-like snort, pushing her head underneath the cow in front and taking an udder nipple into her maw, sucking hard and mooing as she drinks her friend's milk, causing her udder to flow much more freely, passing up Francine as the second barrel nearly overflows with milk.
Bess is panting heavily as the machines are turned off, returning to her normal standing position as the girls back off, removing the milkers from both. Clearly, Francine gave Bess a run for her money. "Mmm.. you did good, goat, but not good enough for this farm. Get lost." Bess kicks some dust in Francine's face, causing the goattaur to rear back angrily, letting out an angry bleat as all the cows just laugh and walk away to the sleeping barn. Francine's friends get close to her, petting and nuzzling her to calm her down, "Don't let her bother you Francine... let's just find a place to sleep in here."
Francine's eyes snap open in the middle of the night. She looks to her friends, both sound asleep as she quietly gets onto her feet. There was no way Bess was going to humiliate her like that and get away with it. She quietly makes her way out, walking over to the barn the cowtaurs were heading for earlier. Once inside the barn, Francine looks in each stall for Bess, finally coming across her nameplate. She looks over the edge of the stall and gives the door a light kick, whispering sharply. "Bess.... hey Bess, wake up!" The cow is slowly roused from her sleep, groaning as her voice remains quiet and raspy from just waking up.
"Francine? What the hell are you doing here, loser?"
"Forget about that... Come on out here Bess I want to talk to you in the field if you don't mind. I think we got off on the wrong hoof here..."
Bess rubs her eyes as she slowly gets up. "Fine, fine... Didn't think you'd puss out this fast..."
Francine just shoots her a look, but lets it slide as Bess exits her stall, following the goat out to the field. Francine guides Bess far from the barn, grinning to herself at how easy the whole situation has been. She finally stops at the edge of the woods, far from the barns. Bess folds her arms and yawns as she glares at the goat. "So what is it you want, anyway?"
The goat suddenly wraps her arms around the bovine, hugging tight as she kisses the cow's lower torso. "You... Bess I haven't been able to stop thinking about that sexy display with your friends from before... I wanted to be right there with them helping you out."
Bess gasps at the sudden affection given by Francine, grabbing her shoulders and holding her back, blushing deeply. "W-what's gotten into you? You're supposed to hate me."
Francine grins up at Bess. "No... you've proven you're the better of the two of us. I just want to help in some way. Will you kiss me Bess? I want to know that there are no hard feelings."
Bess hesitates for a bit, looking skeptical about the goat's offer. "Well... I suppose I could use you..." She leans down, kissing the smaller goattaur on the lips gently.
Francine grins to herself, deciding to take this opportunity. "Mmm.. not as much as I could use you..." Suddenly, Francine opens her mouth abnormally wide, diving forward over Bess's head, engulfing it.
Bess screams out, muffled completely inside of the goat's throat as she tries to fight and get away from those powerful jaws, finding it impossible to escape. Francine gulps loudly, pulling the large bovine body further into her, murring as she enjoys Bess's struggling. Each loud gulp pulls Bess further and further, the bovine's head finally hitting her stomach as the struggling slowly stops, the goat's belly stretching out. Francine pauses for a moment as she takes some time getting those front legs in, slurping and swallowing as the cowtaur starts to curl up in her stomach, the belly expanding against Francine's udder and pressing against it, her milk leaking out. A couple more gulps and she finally reaches that luscious udder, reaching up to rub and squeeze at that soft pillowy flesh, grabbing two of the teats and tugging at them to squirt some of that warm milk on her chest. She murrs softly, wrapping her tongue around one of those teats and pulling it into her mouth, sucking on it, moaning as that lovely sweet milk pours down her throat. As she drinks, her udder sloshes quietly, filling up with the cows milk. She drinks that milk for a few minutes, making sure to fill her udder until it is so large it actually drags along the ground, weighing more than the rest of the goat's body combined (save for the heavy cowtaur residing in her stomach), the udder pressing firmly against her belly and leaking milk heavily as the three foot diameter bulges out behind her. She murrs out as she throws her head back, slurping down the rest of that cow quickly with one big gulp, sliding heavily into her stomach which just barely scrapes over the ground now, still allowing her to walk, albeit awkwardly. She lets out a soft bleat as she finishes her meal, walking back to the milking barn as she rubs her belly. "Mmmmh... now we'll see who the real champion is..."
Francine finally makes it to the barn, waking up her friends and telling them all about what happened. She also asks if they could help hook her up to one of the main milking machines so she can prove to the other cows that she is the best when they wake up. The girls grin and happily oblige, setting Francine up and getting her milker started overnight, staying up with her to rub and encourage that new, fat, lovely udder as the machine pumps away.
As dawn breaks, the young farmhand walks into the barn, leading a few of the bovine troupe in with him. His jaw drops immediately. There is Francine, still being milked, just now topping off her fifteenth barrel, smiling to the bull and each of the cows. The farm boy rushes over to see if his eyes are deceiving him, dipping a finger into one of the barrels and sucking on it to get a taste of the milk. It was fantastic! Better than anything he has tasted so far. He turns to Francine and smiles. "My... you've fattened up overnight but it must be paying off... We should have added you to the line sooner!" He leans in to Francine's stall, rubbing that udder with the other goats and giving it a deep kiss, grinning as he pulls away. Her udder hasn't shrank a bit, the cow inside her continuing to produce and endless amount of milk for that goat.
He turns to the cows, "Alright. I want all of you to take a break today. Take turns to help encourage our goat here while she's being milked. I can't believe she's already done a whole day's worth of production... I have to go tell the boss about this!" He rushes out of the barn. Some of the cowtaurs turn to glare at Francine, a couple of them entering her stall happily to nuzzle and kiss that impressive udder as it lays heavily on the ground. One of the more upset cows stomps a hoof. "Where is Bess?"
Francine grins and rubs her belly, "Haven't you heard? Goats will eat anything..."