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What a horrible time to be lost. Artemis had basic skills with maps, but that hardly mattered when there weren't any nearby geographical features to orient from. It was all hilly woods and quite an exercise to travel through. Things were getting dark and he was already apprehensive over spending the night out here. The bugs that would come out at dusk were reason enough, but he was also running out of water. Another day of this would leave him most miserable indeed.

Just when he was becoming desperate in these heavily forested English lowlands where not even a herder dwelled, he saw smoke between the hunter-green boughs of healthy leaves and a smell of nice food soon followed. If he started right now he might find the source before the woods became too dark to see. The arctic fox's initial guess was a campfire, as he hardly believed there could be a cabin all the way out here where there wasn't anything else.

He made his way there, contemplating all the nice beautiful things he'd found earlier in his journey: a stream of clear water fell upon a small pool in the shape of a rabbit head before flowing out in one long winding hair. There were a bunch of gray sawfly caterpillars following each other like a spiky carpet. Two haughty robins got into a song contest over a mate. The sun shimmered through the trees above like flashes of golden water amongst the crispy leaves. A russet hare dug a new burrow in the dirt with their butt and tail in the air. A squirrel stole a berry from a cardinal and ran off.

So many things going on in the woods that made it worthwhile to come out here, but now his legs ached and he could certainly feel some cuts and blisters on his pawpads as a result of the merciless pace he'd set for himself. Walking had turned into an ordeal, but he knew there could always be worse things. So instead of dwelling on the pain, he let his mind wander on other things. This would be a good time to think about his education, as his professors had tried to impart some decisiveness in him as he balked at any specific career or degree. The colleges of London and Canterbury were somewhat patient and forgiving, but he still had to create a path for himself. Why couldn't his future be as easy to decide as which path to take on a nice countryside hike?

During his meditation the sun had already set and a half moon had come up, making the woods far more difficult to traverse. Even the bats and funeral moths flapping above in dusty arcs above couldn't comfort Artemis discomfort with the dreary night. Predator or not, his ancestors had already lost all those genetic traits that made them wholeheartedly love nocturnal activity. He was purely a day fox now, and his growing weariness had shown this.

One benefit he hadn't lost was his nose, as he could follow his nose, as he was able to detect most strong smells back to the source. Whatever this soup was, it was leading him to safety. About every ten minutes it got a little stronger, which was enough encouragement to keep following the same-looking boulders and tree trunks as he went. A few times he had to avoid some snakes as well, and not being able to tell the poisonous from the safe ones by smell or sight, he kept his distance from all of them just in case. There were also bears and a stag along the way, but they were too far away to be a threat.

Two hours and many small breaks to nurse aching feet had passed by before he saw it in the coming clearing: a humble two story log and stone cabin with large greyish shadowy shapes dancing drunkenly in the windows by the swaying light of a fireplace and candles. The entire home was filled by dull amber light of varying flickers, and such little light seemed good enough for whomever lived within.

He saw horns on many of those shadows in the window and wondered if he was witnessing a pagan celebration of demons or a gala of mythological spirits in dryad lore. It gave him some pause as though personally threatened, and he could not bring himself to chance going amongst their kind. Except he needed some help and he hardly believed in evil spirits or visits from deities as he was a very skeptical fox.

Not that caution was a bad thing. Done well, he could sneak over and look inside without anyone knowing he was there. Then he could flee if things didn't turn out so well. A wise course as he set himself to going to one of these thick yellowish windows to look in on these creatures. Now Artemis was certainly a clever snow fox, but even he had limitations for what could be expected.

Just as he put his face to the window and tried to make sense of who was inside, he suddenly fell through. It wasn't glass but wax paper like the Japanese used in their architecture. It didn't hold his weight as he leaned on it, and there he went right inside like a dumb little bird smacking into a patio door. The casual music stopped and so had some lowing deep-accented conversations.

The things that had scared him before were cows. Big buxom bovines nearly more than three times his size. The dairy ladies seemed to be in the middle of playing a few different party games or drinking themselves silly on alcohol. His rude visitation had put an end to all of that and now each of them looked at him in a strange hungering way like he was about to get eaten. Artemis hardly knew cowfurs to eat any meat, but that was hardly reassuring.

An awkward silence continued as he lay there on his face not sure how to react to all of this strangeness, nor did any of them seem to take charge and do anything. It was a Mexican standoff of ignorance. Without trying to move too much, he gazed his eyes around to see if there were any clues to his hosts. A banner hung high over the bar with royal red lettering in italic stencils of 'The menopausal and barren mother cows club'. So, a bunch of cows who couldn't calve would get together for these fun little meetings, and they were probably staring at him like that because they were horny as hell. At least he assumed they were horny, only hunger for food or sex made females crazy like this in his experience.

The strange moment might have gone on forever with him and these seven women if the bartender hadn't been coming back from an outhouse vaguely smelling of manure. This large Holstein wagged her hips in a saucy feminine swagger back behind her counter before she noticed what was going on. "A peeping tom? I'll fix you good, you pervert." She grunted with a seeming firebrand snort and glowing eyes that could match a setting sun for intensity, slamming a long cricket bat on the counter with a heavy smack.

He was glad they weren't going to eat his soul or sacrifice him to a fertility goddess for the coming Spring, but getting spanked by that monster of sport equipment hardly made him feel any better. "No, wait. I'm just lost in the woods. I don't know where the bloody hell I am." He whined out in hasty desperation, trying to cover up his rump with his tail before the boss bovine got any ideas. The cows could work together to do to him whatever they wanted easily. The only thing that could save him now was his street smart mouth.

A snort came out of this matriarch cow in response to his whining pleas, a big paw gesturing towards herself. "We shall see. I've dealt with enough uppity calves in my time and know how to get to the bottom of this." In one surging wave of soft hot bovine he was picked up by them and dropped on the table, now feeling every bit like he'd be sacrificed. He'd been flopped on his back, but the big angry lady didn't waste any time flipping him over to where his arms and legs dangled neatly off both sides of the countertop, a caramelish Jersey cow helping hold him down while the bartender worked her magic.

First she reached under his hips and undid the zipper on his shorts, then as she tugged them down there was some hesitation as everyone gasped and giggled at the sight of Artemis' bright pink lacy panties, something fit only for a girl. "Awww how cute. You go around stealing women's underwear lil puppy?" The bartender taunted, giving his tushy a light slap along both cheeks with that large paw, causing him to wiggle nervously. "Or do you wanna be a girl too? That can certainly be arranged in present company with all these lonely cow ladies." That last comment made him blush, as being compared to a girl wasn't something he wanted others to know he enjoyed.

He whined and tried to cover his eyes, beyond shamed by their impolite behavior. The only reason he wore such frill pink panties was because they were the only thing clean he had leftover from his ex-girlfriend, ironically a very domineering girl who loved to control and humiliate him. Soon enough he wasn't even wearing those as they flopped in a pile with the rest of his clothes, the act of peeling them off his sweaty hips was a sight to behold as his wiggling footpaws desperately tried to keep him from being laid bare.

All he wore was his t-shirt when the cow lady behind his behind got done with him, fuzzy white cheeks prominently displayed like two large peaches with a long curly stem and pink pit hole. From behind came a wet pop out of an elongated mouth followed by a big slimy finger rammed quickly up his pink bud in one deft skilled motion that seemed to denote years of practice. "Now we'll see if the lil' bugger is lyin'. Mah youngins' useta lie out their tushies all the time before growing up and getting on with their lives. Many a maternal cow is likely familiar with the anal lie detector test, as it works surprisingly well on calves during a spanking, but I'm sure it can be just as well effective on the bad puppy we got here." He kept on wiggling, now especially humiliated by having some strange old heifer's finger deeply up his nervously clenching butt.

The dick-sized digit left his bum for a moment as a hard vicious slap from the flat of the cricket bat smacked his ass and made it wiggle with a crack, making the fox cry out and whine as the hot stinging pain lingered on in burning soreness like he'd sat on a bonfire or gotten a bad sunburn down there. "Everytime you lie, you'll get one of these. Understand, fairy fox?" He found himself whining out even more, trying to agree to the terms but could only manage to cry.

"Alrighty, then." And the finger took up its residence in his snug warm ass once more like a burrowing hare. "Why are you here?" All the cows now looked at him with curiosity, some also had sympathy for his tears. Maybe they were all nice and sweet, but they certainly weren't treating him very kindly. Then again by the nature of their conversation, they seemed to have numerous problems with pervy trespassers around here, given their attractive curved bodies and nakedness. He could imagine why with every bovine being a sultry bbw beauty with more fat than a rippled water slide.

Artemis thought it might be a good idea to stay silent and not provide them any reason to whack him, but staying quiet might get him spanked as well. "I was hiking from the western highway to the northern tip of the island and got myself lost. I only wanted water and a place to rest. This forest and all its random stones have wrecked my footpaws." He grumbled with his ears laid flat, reminded of all those sores and blisters all over his pawpads. Cows and horses never had such an issue, lucky them.

So far his spirits were lifted, as his answer hadn't earned him a smack on his fluffy heinie. "And the panties, hon? Where did you steal those?" Her tone softened, but was still a bit suspicious. What an odd point to bring up. Just to be cheeky, he giggled and acted like one of those effeminate slender rut boys who hang around downtown London to attract the money of those rich patrons who liked their men in petticoats and knickers.

It might be amusing to lie this one time and get himself a spank for taunting the bovines with their absurd assumptions over his morality. "These silly things? They're mine. I love pretending I'm a girl in some way even if I don't have the same plumbing. It's a cute fantasy and I turn heads as well as tricks for those who like sissy subby femsluts." Then he giggled sweetly for effect as though he were some airhead lass with a lovely shy high voice.

Except, the spank he expected for lying his tail off didn't arrive. It could only mean they'd tease him over it, or even worse, he'd spoken a truth not even he himself was comfortable with. "Oh, now that is just sugar cute! How would you like it if all your dreams came true tonight?"How would he like it if a bunch of cows treated him like their daughter, she probably implied. Before he knew what was going on, the bartender left their company to go up some stairs to the second floor and from there a ladder to the attic, stomping around with her hard heavy hooves as boxes and furniture shuffled around during some frantic search.

She rejoined the gathering carrying a large dusty brown cardboard box covered in roach eggs and marked 'girl baby shower', setting the big bulky thing right next to Artemis' subby half-naked form. "Well girls, I was gonna give this box to whomever of you had a baby, but since it hasn't happened from the time I started this little support group, I don't see any reason it should go to waste when we have such a cute volunteer right in our midst to give some nice attention to." Only now did he understand the odd hunger in the eyes of the cows from before. It wasn't sex or food they wanted, but the maternal bovine instinct coming to life after so many years unused and waiting dormant.

From that moment he made an odd sense of the words stenciled on the box in faded pink permanent marker. A baby shower for a girl, which he then assumed there must be another abandoned package for a baby bull that would also never be used. "Wait, I wanna leave!" It was that moment the heavens above chose to betray him by filling the woods with an ungodly awful storm of soaking rain, whipping winds, cannonades of thunder, and crackling zigzags of silver lightning in a purple-grey sky. Terrible weather to be out in, and he knew none of his hosts would hesitate to use it as an excuse to kidnap him.

Instead of fleeing into the dreary weather, he was flipped over onto his back lengthwise on the beaten up sticky beer-smelling wood of the bar's old counter as his shirt was yanked off, leaving the poor snow fox all naked except for his fur and a tail curled protectively over unaroused genitals. "Nonsense. What kind of bad mothers would we be to let a poor helpless baby vulpine run around in that muck?" The barkeep announced, her voice full of a reassuring sweetness that didn't match her aggressive demeanor only moments before.

In fact, a more affectionate change seemed to come over all of them as they fought amongst themselves in some silly heirarchy to be the first to take care of and hold him. He thought he might have a chance to escape while they were bickering good-naturedly, but evolution had done away with a once-proud winter pelt and he doubted he could survive out there in that storm without getting terribly sick. His only real choice was to go along with the peculiar game they were playing, not that he looked forward to whatever strange babyish things popped out of that box. "I don't know who does the changing, but Lilly should hold him. Despite the tragic miscarriage last week, she still has enough milk going for two calves." A chubby golden-furred Gournsey-Swiss cow blushed, her front fur on her chest was mildly wet from lactating breasts and an udder between her legs that sloshed between her inner thighs in a sexy shaking way to make a full set. For some reason, that sexy bouncing figure reminded him of the song 'Milkshake', probably because she was a volumptuous sweet young heifer full of milk ready to burst out with reddish soreness around her nipples and teats.

Although Artemis didn't so much have a lactation fetish, he did like to play with big fat breasts on quite a few occassions. "I know. Harriet, why don't you do it? Your baby supplies and the bar owner." A tall brown cow asked the bartender, the others watching with envy as it seemed something they'd always wanted and would never have the chance. The fox wondered what it was like to wait for an important moment in your life that never came, but couldn't imagine it as his own dreams and desires were fluid and open to compromise.

Harriet began to dig in the box and pulled out a pink bag with two cupholders on the front for drinks. It seemed big enough to hold everything a mommacow could need for a hike with baby or a day at the park or wherever they ended up. She also took out one of those pink harnesses that parents put on their children to keep tabs on them. This was the thing that made the fox realize one awful detail: although a mature adult of his own species, he was the perfect size to be a substitute calf and easily fit in all those infantile things without any problem. No wonder they wanted to make him look all adorable like a babydoll.

The large Holstein shrugged as she set out the changing supplies by his head, not interested one way or the other who got to do the deed. "I don't mind who does it, really. I'm just thankful this box is getting some use. I can only imagine Lilly thinks the same, what with her milk going to waste down the loo to keep her tender mammaries from getting all clogged up and sore." The attention then went to the caramel cow, who only gave a nod, growing increasingly excited and eager to nurse some poor helpless hungry thing from her ample bosom.

Through indecision and courtesy the matter remained largely unattended. How these stubborn bovines managed to get anything done was a mystery to this fox. "You don't wanna touch me. I have bad diarrhea and lots of veneral diseases." The vulpine squeaked out, hoping to scare them out of their ideas. They glanced at him curiously but ignored the gist of his words. Obviously, why would they take the word of someone who didn't want to be diapered seriously?

Instead, Harriet took a pink cow beanbag plush out of the box and wrapped his arms around it with a soft pat on his forehead, following this with a pacifier that was a six inch long silicone cow nipple on a plastic backing with a lanyard ring. "That's nice sweety, but all the mommacows are talking." Which got a blush and a shy whimper out of him as he liked her nice attitude over the angry vengeful 'butt paddling' one, but hardly wanted to be a babied girl, either. Knowing he had no control over this situation, he suckled loudly on the cow's nipple paci as he looked anxiously with shivers both from the windy cold and embarrassment of what they had planned for him.

The items in that shoulder bag had lost much of their aromatic perfumed potency from the passing years, but however old and faded, there seemed enough smell and freshness leftover to do the job. "Well then, who does the best diapering? I think we should make this a pleasant memorable experience for the new baby." It seemed a good sensible suggestion from Harriet that earned earnest nods and agreements from all around. Lilly had never changed a diaper it seemed, Harriet was too casual to give the affectionate act the proper attention, and the rest of them bickered over who was the most skillful at it.

After a babbling contest of comparisons, the task fell to a black Angus of midling years named Cocoa. The name fit somewhat for a bovine the color of dark chocolate that had glossy fur which absorbed most light. For someone who wasn't a connaisseur of cows, Artemis found her as beautiful and enchanting as mysterious. From her age, it was also apparent she must've had a lot of young with many stints as a babysitting grandmother thrown in. Of course the herd would agree such a honed set of nurturing skills were ideal to the situation!

Since he was an adult and this was a nonsexual act, he hardly wanted some strange lady to have such intimate contact with his puppy bits. "Heylo sweety! Ready for your new dipey dipe?" She moopurred as she waddled over slowly with a very bovinish swagger of her wide milkfat hips and wagging of a two inch thick pendulum-like motions of her hypnotic tail. He would've offered some disagreement or complaint, but he was too busy sucking on the paci teat to do such.

Harriet acted like a overly helpful nurse at an operating theater, ready to hand over each and every supply as it was asked for while the rest of the big cow females crowded around jealously to watch. "Diaper first, dear, if you so please." Cocoa gigglepurred sweetly, licking her wide nose with an abrasive sticky pink tongue as she grabbed Artemis' ankles in one hoof and lifted his cutie booty off the cold hard surface of the narrow tabletop, a few sticky old mug coasters falling on the floor.

The big pink calf-sized bedtime diaper was unfolded under him, but it took a bit of effort as years of being unused had made the wings difficult to unfurl. With a reddisn-furred cow's help, a girl named 'Melody' if he heard it correctly, the large bulky surface was laid out and ready to accept his pretty rounded tushy. It had been positioned correctly the first try, so no further correction was necessary. Such accuracy as this needed experienced measuring eyes he was certain. The diaper front was down between his knees as she reached over with a black hoof to adjust his shyly curling tail out of the way. "No need to be shy and afraid when mommacow Cocoa is on the job." She moopurrs softly, giving him a wet sloppy cow kiss on his forehead, pointing at the white plastic shaker of talc with a gentle nonthreatening gesture of honed feminine grace.

Once she had the powder, she smiled and giggled. giving the fox a rub on his slightly pudgy belly. "This is alway a calves' favorite part. I've yet to meet a baby that didn't like a big pile of nice fresh babypowder in their diaper." With that, she screwed open the holes in the top of the cap and poured down a large amount of the scented talc into her hoof, a little falling over the sides of her palm onto his tummy like snowflakes. Satisfied she had enough, the black cow lady began to rub that dry cold powder all around his navel, going around his sheathe, down gently over his sack, and finished up between his buttocks, along with a nice chilly smear under the tail, over the anus, and back again through his fuzzy buns. He felt nicely dry and refreshed in all of those places that the talc had touched, Artemis now blushing with enjoyment he was trying desperately to hide.

Followed by the fun caresses and maternal gropes came a great rain of powder as the diaper front and his groin were covered by a thick layered blanket of the stuff before the diaper was sealed on him--unsuccessfully. It turned out the cotton and plastic might survive years of harsh humid storage in an attic, but the adhesive strips were another story as they cracked and fell apart from the neglect, not that diaper manufacturers expected their products to outlast a nuclear winter, since they were built to be cheap and disposable to begin with.

Fortunately (or not so fortunate in his case), Cocoa was clever enough to make use of other available materials. "Harriet sweety? Do you still have that roll of duct tape around here someplace?" Just like that, the barkeep reached beneath the register alcove and set it on the counter between the fox's legs with a light padded thump. Before he could keep track, the sides of the nappy were taped securely together with ugly silver-grey strips, parially covering the cavorting pink unicorns on his crotch and tushy.

Satisfied, Harriet took a large blanket quilted from numerous strips of pink fabric, laying it under him. Then she treated his feet with stinky bandage poultices and put little pink booties over that with neat snaps of elastic against his ankles. The stuff on his pawpads stung at first, but at least it would help the blisters and sores heal properly. Once done with that, they started on his hands, using the same duct tape to secure them so he couldn't get the puppy gloves off himself. She finished by taping the tail notch on the back of his diaper before wrapping him up in the countless bundled layers of the giant quilt like a snug coccoon or mummy until only his shy little face and muzzle poked out in sight like a hood.

So neatly prepared and packaged, a large pink safety pin secured the loose end before he was then gently offered to the much taller and larger Lilly like a little feminized bundle of shyness. While he'd been undergoing the process of becoming the cutest baby for miles around, the golden cow had pinched her nipples to hardness so they'd be ready for him to nurse, bronze-colored breasts with large butterscotch areoles bouncing and jiggling free with every excited breath she took like two extra large water balloons. Each was probably the size of his head at the very least, and he suspected it was all because of the overabundance of milk being produced on overdrive. "Don't be shy, sweetums. Have some mommacow moo moo." The Swiss lady giggled affectionately, rubbing his face against hers as she gently tugged out his paci and handed it off to Cocoa, whom was waiting and watching with interest nearby.

And maybe he was tempted to suckle off those lovely features, especially since they were being given so freely, but being treated like a calf in a room of remorseful dominatrix cows brought the little fox no end of shame. The silly vulpine slut was already diapered for their wishes, and he could hardly guess what things awaited him next.

When Lilly pressed his little head into her bosom, smothering him in the nice airless heat of her right titty, he finally surrendered and opened his mouth to let the long dripping nipple in. It rested along his tongue like a perfumed squirting hotdog. He did his best to keep his teeth away from the delicate squishy flesh, but it wasn't an easy thing to put that kind of constant strain on his jaw muscles. Babies somehow made the act of nursing look a lot easier than it was, or maybe a lack of teeth took much of that challenge out of suckling properly without nipping. He guessed it was the latter, as his tummy quickly rounded out with more milk than he could handle in one feeding.

His head flew back, gasping with nausea as he tried to escape the maternal lactose prison of her cleavage. "Please don't give me anymore. Foxy is too full!" To punctuate his protest, he burped out a large whitish bubble and it popped wetly on the tip of his nose with a sour smell of bad milk and digestive gasses in his bile. The cows giggled at him adoringly as though he'd done something pretty like dance in a ballerina outfit or make a little poem.

Then again as a baby kit, no one expected Beethoven out of him, not unless he burped up a whole symphony by accident. "Isn't that cute what she did?" Lilly moopurred with a proud smile, resting Artemis gently against that giant sloshing bosom, tan face lit up with nurturing happiness in those briefly cheerful eyes. It was stange to him to see that peculiar kind of joy in someone's expression, and how he felt some responsibility in bringing it about by being dressed in a diaper and being breastfed. These cows truly must've been a sad lonely sort, after all.

Just as he began to accept his role amongst these sweet sexy milfcows, his stomach grumbled uneasily and reminded Artemis of the purpose why he'd been diapered to begin with. They meant for him to use it, and often. He let out a loud pathetic whine as he realized that, a muffled fart barely being heard through so many layers of padding and bundled quilt. Even so, they managed to hear it and waited excitedly for his first show as a baby. The one sure to leave him the most humiliated, yet.

Maybe he could put up with being diapered and treated like a baby girl in front of these strange cows, but the thing he didn't look forward to was having some people he didn't know change his messed diaper. It was an oddly intimate and humiliating event as he thought about it. Typically, only babies and babyfurs took to the five star mommy treatment with joy. Not so much himself, as he didn't know how to react to such a great loss of privacy and insult to his masculinity.

"Isn't that adorable? The little sissy fox is too shy to use her dipee." Lilly purred out affectionately, constantly preening like a peacock for attention and showing him off as her calf. And in this brief space of personal contact and need they'd shared, maybe he was her baby, but that could only last so long before another lonely cow took over his care for the dreaded poopy diaper change.

The cramping and rumbles in his tummy from apparent lactose intolerance were the first ominous warnings to his rump's intentions, his bowels quickly becoming a rollercoaster as he felt all that hot undigested mush swirl around inside him. Slowly but steadily the pressure worked its way deeper down, pushing waves of loud gas before it. Bovines farted a great deal, so this hardly surprised those present, but as a canid he knew these noises were abnormal amongst his kind.

Instead, he whined and groaned, squirming in the blanket much like a big pink caterpillar as the cramps overcame him with uncomfortable nauseous heat and sweat spreading across his face. In just a few moments he'd fill his diaper so bad it could get its own postal code. "Please let me use the loo!" He pleads, the queasy warmth of the shifting waste within made him sicker than a dog rolled up in a log. His show wouldn't be halted much longer.

Rather than listen to his begging, they leaned in closer with affectionate lowing moos of encouragement, obviously finding his forthcoming embarrassment quite cute in their own odd way. He supposed bodily functions were a subject of adorableness for them and if he were really a baby he might enjoy the attention. However, as an adult being treated like a baby, the whole spectacle took on an aura that proved more or less creepy in his opinion. "Don't be silly, sweetums. That's why we have you in a cute wittoo dipee!" Lilly teased, licking him on the face with her giant rough tongue that made his headfur stick together in jagged peaking clumps like snowy mountians of fur.

He tried to hide from her silly attempts to bathe him, but he was helplessly wrapped in the quilt to do much more than fidget around and breath. "No, no!" Then it happened. So distracted by the loving cowlicks, the fox had forgotten his other concern. Unable to hold it in any longer, he gasped in relief as his tailhole relaxed and spilled out a soupy hot mess into the diaper. The constant bearing down added to his growing sickness as the flood of sludge never seemed to end, coming and going in random squirts until he had nothing left to push out and his lower body ached too much in tired soreness.

It felt so nasty in there, slimy contents moving from one side to the other with ease depending on which way he was leaning. Knowing he'd already made quite the mess of things and knew there wasn't any point of holding it, the fox also emptied his bladder to add to the growing swamp in his nappy. The copious use of talc had done a good job absorbing some of this sludge and hiding the smell, but there was hardly any chance it could stop a filthy tide of such magnitude.

The misery seemed complete as he languished in the awful puddle, the foul smell of it only beginning to reach his nose through the tight bindings and made his muzzle wrinkle up in revulsion. Lilly was the first to wave her paws around to dispel as his not so fresh smell became onvious. "Oh dear! Someone here really needs a change!" She giggled, batting the air by herself playfully and bringing the fox even more shame from his obvious stench.

Artemis tried squirming around in the dusty old quilt to find a comfortable position, but there would be no escape from his diapered mire, as it was taped snugly enough to his body to follow any movement as the sludge sloshed around inside. "Well, then maybe it would be a good idea to let someone else have a chance at playing with the baby. Celeste, how about you? Any experience changing a dirty nappy?" Harriet asked as she checked a blue container of baby wipes and found the whole thing dry and stale. Instead she had to get some dish rags amd a grocery bag ready, hoping what little she had was adequate to the task at hand.

While the Holstein barkeep was busy soaping up the well-used cloths with a nice froth of hand soap, a new lady of the pasture came up to take her turn. This older girl was a white Brahma cow that was much chubbier than the rest of them, loose fuzzy skin hanging off her neck like a kind of beard. "I don't have any problems with it, if that's what you mean love." The ivory cow remarked, purring sweetly to calm the fox baby as she held out her comforting arms and snug bosom for support, resting his body protectively against her hot squishy chest for a brief but cute moment.

This bovine mommy also wanted to smother his face in tender nuzzles and licks as if he were her own baby. The amount of unwarranted love being garnered upon him was such a strange emotion to the fox and only made him all the more coy because of it. "Come on sweety. I bet you can't wait to get out of that nasty diaper." And that was all the embrace he got before the comically large safety pin was undone and the layers of blanket peeled away until his stink took on more awful proportions and caused a few of the younger cow ladies to back away from the counter in a reaction of revulsion. The rest were more mature and seasoned enough not to be bothered by it much.

He raised up his head briefly to see the unnaturally dark stain on the front of his padding, each of his movements causing strange slurping noises in the gross muffling soaker material, the crinkles of the loud outer layer barely hid the wet squishing. While this new motherly creature busied herself with his business, the Swiss took some package out of the box and went around to some unseen kitcen area where he could hear rustling and then the wierd whirring motor of an unfamiliar machine like a small vacuum.

The new changing was amazingly prompt, but Artemis had the feeling this was more due to the cows' excitement to play a maternal role more than anything else, and if there were not an aura of sesnse and sensibility around, the matter of jealousy might have come to fighting.

Due to the way his poopy pants had been put on, things came to a halt as the big Brahma woman had to get some scissors to cut the sides and tail notch open with slow care. After being liberated, the front came off uneasily as he felt the Brahma peel it from his groin like scotch tape, a humid wave of stench came loose as his full stink was set free. It was even enough to make Artemis gag, but the white bovine didn't seem to be bothered by it.

Instead, she took the first wet cloth from the bartender and stooped down to the task of cleaning the greenish muck from his crotch and towards the seat of the well-used diaper where it belonged, only stopping when most of it was gone and she could roll the whole mess up in the used nappy to throw it away. The dirty rag was set in a bucket to soak while the soapy one was handed over to her. He blushed as the slick freshly smelling towel was rubbed around on his bits and through the crack of his tushy with special attention given to any stains or clumps in his fur still making not so clean tangles.

Finally, there was a whole bath towel all ready for him. Cocoa picked him up underneath his armpits to better offer the Brahma momma access to his soapy wet nethers, cleaning him off with one wet half of the towel and using the other to dry him off. By the time they were done he was so clean he sparkled and had an erection to show for all the sensual rubbing around on his diaper area.

It felt so good to be clean and smelling nice, but now that his dicklet was dangling out for all of them to see, he began to have new regrets. "Isn't that cute? She seems to really like her diaper changes. Don't you, sissy snuggle pup?" Harriet teased, tapping him on his cock with a large finger while giggling. He whines softly, his legs wiggling in the air as the obsidian Angus continued to hold him aloft. Even with his tail curled up to hide this shame, with his cock out like that there wasn't much it could cover.

After they pointed and giggled at his shyness for a moment, Cocoa put him back down on the counter where things began to get strange. Instead of a new diaper change, Cocoa offered around an old vat of nursery jelly to see who wanted to play with him, and not in any manner approaching chastity either. "Anyone want to milk the baby calf? It looks like she needs some loving attention for her udder." The black cow moopurred with a pleasant giggle that made Artemis's fur shiver in delight. His eyes widened and a deep reddish cherry blush took over the front of his face when the fox realized that the bovines intended to paw him off right there on the table.

This time his nerve broke as he didn't know how to react to that. Yes, he loved the idea of getting a handjob, but he was also too coy and nervous to let these odd women watch while they watched the wavering reception playing out on his little antennae.

Confronted by something that made him uneasy, the fox tried to escape by rolling himself off the counter and maybe lock himself in a room around the corner. It might have worked if the Holstein held him down, and now that they all saw what mischief he could get into, it was clear to the barkeep what extreme measures might be needed.

He whined, helpless as she now applied duct tape towards binding his limbs to the table, ensuring that he wouldn't be going anywhere soon until they could milk him dry all nice and proper. After his pointless fussing, a brown and white speckled Longhorn cowgirl with wide hips stepped forward, pink lips and tongue making lewd motions to make her hunger known. "I'd like to try, but do any of you mind if I drink it at the source?" She giggled, slowly leaning down over his crotch like an eclipse of fur as he watched her tail bouncing around to betray obvious bovine excitement.

Remembering how cow tongues felt, he hardly wanted one so vigorously wrapped around his cock threatening to strip the skin off like slimy sandpaper. "Time for some nice creamy refreshment." She purred in a sultry naughty way, flapping wide lips slowly descending on his slimy pre-dripping tip.

Artemis struggled without success, not liking where this was going. It quickly came to a head as the sloppy gums and tongue smothered his vulnerable flesh in wet humid heat like he'd walked into a jungle cock first. "No, please! I don't want tongue!" He gasped out, wiggling as her mouth began to grind unpleasantly all over his twitching shaft.

A gasp was forced out of him from the unexpected crawling of her tongue twirling around his smallness and gave his knot a teasing caress of slithering hot abrasive attention. His further squeaking noises of protest were blocked off by Lilly, who came out of nowhere to stick a warm baby bottle of fresh frothy breast milk into his mouth and made him suck on the teat. Once the Longhorn was partway down along his sheathe she did her suckling while he did his own from a long finger-sized rubber cow teat stuck in his muzzle. "My goodness. Margie seems to really enjoy the taste." Harriet teased, amused by the loud slurpings from such hungry oral fixations.

From his helpless position, the fox certainly didn't doubt it as her wet satin muscle mixed with sand was stroking all over his hard tiny cock with rapid movements that seemed all the better for getting his cum out. He sucked really hard on the salted milk in his baba as the Swiss girl passed out five other similar bottles while patiently feeding him with a sweet look in her motherly eyes.

Just when he thought he might be able to outlast those frantic flapping jaws and bobbing head, the Longhorn had a trick up her sleeve the fox didn't see coming. A blush spread on his face as she reached her hand under his sack and struck true for his tailhole, wiggling casually inside all the way up to her knuckle. It was eight squirming inches of cow that stroked firmly on his prostate with a mild stabbing pressure right against the gland to better excite the pup slut.

When he came closer to his release, she seemed to sense it and attacked his cock all the more ferociously with that loving attentive fuzzy muzzle. The unexpected intense licks sent little uncontrollable spasms of nervous joy through his tiny body, his hips wagging around trying to avoid so much of that direct contact. The latter didn't do him any good though, as her finger up his snug precious bum kept the fox rooted neatly in place like a silly mannequin to be played with.

Some scant moments of the affectionate "abuse" left him gasping desperately for air as all attempts to hump his needy flesh into her eager starved mouth failed, slimy wide nose stroking wetly along on his belly and navel as she gave the slut the attention he so badly desired, yet partly rejected out of his own sense of shame.

Her appetite for his male seed gave her a strange abundance of energy he hadn't expected, and regardless of if he resisted her feminine charms or not hardly mattered as she was obviously a girl used to getting what she wanted and did anything to get it. Time had no meaning for him in the throes of his pleasure, but his bottle was nearly empty except for the bubbles made by his surprised whimpering canid ecstasy. Just as he thought he would cum, she relented on her stimulation to tease him to the edge and let him go no further.

At this point he was so desperate for relief, but the fox could also understand why she was torturing and prolonging his relief in such a way. Orgasm denial, when done properly and for long enough, yielded a load of cream that had a volume far greater than normal. So in a way, she was marinating or tenderizing her investment into a richer flavor, not that he much appreciated the long wait in getting there.

The tenth or so time she brought him to the edge of pleasure he was already shivering and covered in an anxious coat of sweat, helpless and willing to beg for his release like a bitch if he had to and if such pleas even helped. And how ridiculous was that, anyway! A predator like him being at the mercy of a big damned walking hamburger! This trap where he was so dependant on a prey species was a joke on him.

Artemis growled in frustration, afraid his needs would never be met. Just as he'd finished with one bottle, there was mommacow Cocoa taking the place at his side where the Swiss cow used to be and offered up another one. As he began to drink from it, he noticed it wasn't as warm as the first, so it must have cooled to room temperature. He blushed, a growling and snarl came out as his orgasm had been denied yet again.

He was starting to get used to the annoyance of his blue balls, this tongue dance of denial around his tip, when the floodgates of foxjuice finally gushed forth in one torrent of cum. Electric waves of orgasmic mayhem plied themselves throughout his twitching excited body as the muscles in his pelvis went all manner of haywire in trying to explode with that pent up energy as well as his wild oats to sow.

The Longhorn was constantly guzzling at the supply from his cock, tongue and finger becoming that much more demanding and taken by movements of practiced motion as her technique quickly worked out the rest of his milk easily while his stiffness was all nice and sensitive to any pressure, the slightest touch tickling on the nerves in the most random and unpleasant of ways. He howled and struggled in his bonds as she sucked and licked his essences neatly out, his desperate actions only caused the baby bottle to fill up with bubbles and Cocoa offered reassuring moo's at him like a calf in the tone of a low soft lullaby.

Only when she was satisfied she had gotten every drop of his cream out did Margie stop her efforts and slide slowly off his tingling sore shaft, a few drips of his seed leaking from the corners of brown fuzzy lips or off the tip of that nose. Not long after he had been sucked dry, he felt like most if not all of his energy had gone down along with that lustful meal into the cow's belly.

Artemis slumped in a limp pile of orgasmic bliss, practically melting into the wooden counter like a jellied fox as he couldn't even summon up the strength to wag his tail. While busily drinking down his mommy cow moo moo milk, the Holstein lady pusher her finger into his tight tushy and aside from something small going in there with it, he hardly thought much of the intrusion until a strange sleepiness seemed to quickly overcome him. "I gave him a roofy up the butt for his nappy poo. While he's sleeping, let's have a nice long discussion over what to do with our trespasser." Realizing that Harriet had drugged him, he tried to poop the pill back out of his rump, but her thumb was still buried in there to keep him from doing such a thing.

Knowing he'd been drugged and there wasn't anything he could do about it, Artemis surrendered to the forced sleep quietly with barely a whimper in protest. Although still naked, he was certain that would change when he next awoke, as it seemed a favorite pastime amongst these adoring cows to diaper him all up. These cows he only now realized he could never escape or resist.