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Danny cut the power to give the pig a little break. “Whoa. It’s nearly half full.”

“Hehe. That’s what being a pig gets you,” TJ said, catching his breath.

Danny managed to get over the shock that came over him. After all, he had a job to do. TJ was panting but wore a smile on his face, riding out the pleasure that still soared through his body. The pig had to give that pump credit: it sucked on his cock so nicely, pulling him into an unexpected climax. But TJ lived up to the stereotype of pigs being greedy, in his case he wasn’t one to be satisfied with just one climax.

“Alright,” he said, referring to Danny. “Turn it back on.” The machine was started up again and the pump was back to stroking along his shaft, bringing those waves of pleasure with it.

“Mmm…” Now that he knew what to expect, the pig just let himself really feel the soft borders. Now it was warm inside thanks to his cum, heating up the pump and spreading that comfortable warmth over his length. “I think I could get used to this.”

Keeping himself quiet, the human took this as a chance to see TJ’s endowment. He could make it out thanks to the pump’s tubing and the sleeve itself being clear as it was moving up and down. The pink and brown spotted pig’s erection was of average length but like the rest of TJ, it was also pretty plump. It jutted out from a sheath, a darker shade of pink until it reached the tip that was an interesting corkscrewed shape. As the length pulsed, Danny could see the strings of precum being sucked up from that swirly looking end.

Danny was also impressed by the sheer volume of fluids that the porcine produced just by himself. The steady drips were feeding into the nearly half full tank, starting out with thin trickles as the milking panned out.

The moans coming from the pig were getting louder. His own pre was making the tube even slicker. It continued slurping up and down, squeezing and caressing every part of his cock. In his mind, TJ envisioned himself being sucked off, treated to an incredible blowjob that nursed his shaft, aiming to get more and more of his fluids in return. And the idea of feeding his bigger spurts of precum only made him all the more riled up, imagining the tube being similar to someone swallowing it all down.

“Oooh…” He groaned to himself. “T-take it all…”

Again, the pig came into the pump, wearing an expression of bliss as his shaft throbbed. More thick pumps of cum were ejected from those fat, heavy balls, filling up the tank even more, pushing all the way up to just under three-fourths full. Rocking his hips a bit, the pig rode out the intense pleasure that struck him, still being sucked all the while.

Once there was no more cum pouring into the tank, Danny cut the power, watching TJ pant heavily.

“And that makes two,” the human said. He approached, about to help remove the device but the pig raised his hand in defiance.

“I...I can go one more round…” TJ assured. But his voice was a bit strained.

“Are you sure?” Danny asked. He could see sweat now dripping down the anthro’s body. “You don’t have to.”

“N-no. It’s fine…”

That greediness that usually paid off in a blissful release came back to bite on the pig who was at first feeling pleasure as the third session went on, but as his climax was approaching, TJ could feel a strain in his balls, which had already given most of what they had. Usually the climax that would come at this point would be weaker, a nice way to taper it all off. But the hold remained firm and the strokes were steady squeezing down on his shaft, trying to milk a full load, as its purpose.

He was unprepared for the burst of pleasure that met him, being pulled into another strong climax that not only milked the past of his seed but was still pumping his cock for even more, leading to the pig squealing. Danny was quick to shut the machine off and unlatched the pump from the porcine’s length.

TJ sighed in relief, his cock finally going soft. With a wince, he stood up. There was an ache in his sack, bringing a pang when they swung. And his body felt drained as a whole, like all of his energy was sapped.

“Whoa. You nearly filled it up,” Danny praised, only getting a nod and groan in response. The pig was looking pretty drained in more ways than one. Danny offered to help him back to the Stables.

Gordie was left to carefully remove and carry the tank, moving it to a table and setting it down. Reaching underneath, he pulled a wooden box across the floor towards himself. Inside were many empty jars, waiting to be filled. The bulldog took one and a lid. Carefully, he lifted and tilted the tank, pouring the load into the jar, nearly filling it to the top as well.

“Damn. I should have got a tub of ice or something…” the bulldog grunted to himself. He picked up the jar and left the others alone in the barn. Danny had seen this and now had a good idea of what he was meant to do.

“G-guess I bit off more than I could chew,” TJ weakly chuckled as they continued slowly walking.

“Well, you sure gave a lot. You should be proud of that at least,” Danny encouraged as they got closer.

TJ nodded and smirked. “Thanks for the help. I think I’ll be good now.”

“Okay,” Danny stepped away but still approached the Stables, both wanting to make sure that TJ would indeed be okay, but he also wanted to see if anyone else was inside.

Approaching footsteps caught his attention. They came from Marlo. It seemed the highland bull was on his way out. He stopped and asked Danny if anything was wrong. The human confirmed that everything was fine and then explained what was going on in the barn and he was tasked with finding someone else to be milked.

“So I suppose it’s your turn,” Danny said.

“Yup.” the bull nodded, giving no more than that.

Together they entered and once more, he walked the anthro through how the milking was going to go. Marlo caught on well enough to the point that he almost didn’t need Danny’s assistance. All the human did was give him a lubed pump and made sure that the tank was secure.

Once more he was turning his back to the male being milked, now having another tank and pump to clean. It was a bit more work to clean this pump’s size. It required him to put his hand inside to reach all the nooks. Even with the water surrounding, he could feel the slick layer of seed that remained. Using the rag, he cleaned the pump thoroughly, feeling around until the fluids were gone. While he dried them, he couldn’t help but look back at the long haired bull.

The long haired bovine was taking the milking well enough it seemed. He couldn’t tell. There weren't many movements. The only telltale signs of his pleasure were the rising and falling of his large bare chest. Danny again took the chance to see what Marlo had between his legs. It was a very thick sheath and hanging beneath them were a pair of big and full looking balls.

Standing tall and proud from that fat sheath was an impressive bovine cock. It was both lengthy and thick! When Danny had first seen it sliding out he was stunned for a moment by the flesh that was more than a foot long. Marlo had casually asked if 15 inches was too big for the machine. Danny had to suspend his shock and check. Luckily there were many pumps of differing sizes, some being so large that Danny doubted they were even necessary.

The pump fit and it was smoothly bouncing up and down the cock that wasn’t just long but also very, very thick. The walls of the sleeve were pressed firm against the throbbing shaft. Danny wound up standing in place for a bit, mesmerized by the sight of the large and well endowed bovine being milked of his fluids. Even when he came, there was only a slight change in Marlo’s face before his load started to pour into the tank. It was a very good amount, less than TJ but that was made up for in pure richness. Danny could see how full and creamy the load was. It filled perfectly halfway. Maybe he should have expected as such from a bull.

He assured Marlo to take all the time he needed, getting a curt nod in response.

Danny had the feeling that Marlo did not want him to look, so he did just that, finding reasons to look away as the bull went for a second round. When he was finished, the tank was nearly full.

“So, how do you feel?” Danny asked.

“...Tired,” Marlo admitted.

“I was afraid of that,” the human grunted. “Thanks. Can you tell Owain to come in?.”

“Sure.”

Once more, Danny was handling a heated tank. As he carefully handled the contained seed, Danny further examined how thick it was and the smell that wafted from the top. It was so strong: the potent odor that could only come from a nearly seven foot tall, muscled bull. Contrasting with the deep tones of manly musk, the seed also carried hints of grass and earth. Leave it a bull to cum pure masculinity…

Knowing that there was yet another bull on his way, Danny got to work, pouring the load into the awaiting jar, watching the rich fluid cascading into its new container. Once leaving the tank, a few thick strings were left behind and the human watched them slowly ooze into the jar; the sight was making his mouth water.

Owain came in just as Danny was on his way out, carrying a jar of highland bull seed. After burying it in ice, he turned around and joined the light brown bovine in the barn, now going through the education segment for the third time.

“Seems easy enough,” Owain nodded.

While Owain was a bit shorter than Marlo, that did not subtract from the pure bulk that his body made up. Muscles just seemed poised to ripple from any little motion. So it was safe for him to assume that the large pump was once more needed. It was already clean, ready, and in position.

“So I just stick in, huh?” when Danny nodded he sat down and pulled down his shorts. The moment he exposed himself, Owain felt the human’s eyes on him and it brought a heat to his face. But he told himself to play it cool. With a deep breath he teased his tip, which had already popped free the moment he stepped in the barn. The place reeked deliciously of sweat and cum. Instead of Danny, Owain focused on that and felt himself finally getting hard. Owain was large between his legs as well but not to the point of Marlo. He seemed to be about 13 inches and had what Danny assumed to be an amount of thickness that was more suitable for a bull. The color was a deep pink and decorating the shaft were black splotches. Underneath were two plump and heavy balls that Danny could only wonder how they managed to stay in those shorts.

Owain slipped the tube over his cock, enjoying that feeling. He started it up and was treated to a series of strokes. The lube allowed the stroker to ease over the tip and about half of his length. But that was more than enough to get him groaning. But he still felt self conscious from the human’s presence. Normally the bull would have no problem dropping his shorts but there was something about knowing that Danny was near…

It was only when the human turned around to check and clean the other pumps that he finally felt the weight lifting from his shoulders. That’s when he enjoyed the device servicing him, sitting back and watching the soft lining slide up and down. As he usually did when masturbating, the bull added some spice by creating a scene in his head.

Of course he thought of the human, imaging him on his knees and nursing his big cock, wanting every drop of his pre, begging for more through a mouthful. With every pump of the device, he imagined another bob of Danny’s head, wanting to pleasure him as much as he could.

It didn’t take long for Owain to clench his teeth, feeling the pleasure rise. More of his pre came from his balls. He could feel them churning in preparation to unload. Reaching a hand down, he rubbed his hand over them, pretending that it was Danny who was doing it to him, snorting through his nose and biting his lip as he came hard.

“Ah, yeah. Swallow it down…” he muttered to himself, riding out the surprising sensation that came from still being pleasured while thick strings of his release were flying from his flaring tip. Groaning and thumping a hoof to the floor, he held out until the last of it came.

Panting heavily, turned the machine off and took a break. He was asked to try and go for another round, to which he agreed.

The second round came and he continued his fantasy, watching Danny slurping all over his messy cock. His cum had made the pump nice and warm, nearly convincing him that it was nearly reality. His groans came back as he closed his eyes. He could hear Danny working in the background and that assured him that eyes were not on him, making it easier for him to build pleasure.

The human was unaware of the bull’s fantasy, having finished up with a bit more cleaning before Gordie returned.

“You’re doing amazing,” the bulldog assured. “Actually making me jealous.”

The bulldog offered to take things over again. Danny agreed and decided to take a break. That left him alone with the groaning bull, noticing a generous amount in the tank. But a smirk came to his muzzle and he chuckled as he approached.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking about.”

“Let a guy dream, Gordie,” the bull groaned, not denying it.

“Dream all you want. As long as it doesn’t get in the way or your work.”

“Come on, you can’t deny that he’s cute,” Owain chuckled before grunting from a sudden throb of his cock.

“How about you let him get adjusted first? Besides, don’t think I didn’t see you freezing up back there,” the dog laughed. “That’s new.”

Owain didn’t say anything at first. He liked Danny, the human seemed like a cool guy. Thinking about doing stuff with him was one thing, but when it was time to expose himself, he felt his heart pounding in his chest and his face flush with heat. That wasn’t the case with the others, be it Storm, TJ, or the twins. It was easy to ask them if they wanted to have some quick fun.

“Now. Let’s get the load out of you,” Gordie reached over and gripped one of the bull’s nipples, squeezing it and tugging at it, getting a deep moo out of Owain, who clutched the bottom of his chair and clenched his teeth.

“Just give him time, horn-head. You’ll get your chance soon…”

He watched as Owain came, pumping another load into the tank, groaning as his balls were pumped of their cum, nearly leaving them empty. The pleasure stayed strong as he felt his cum flowing through his shaft. Once it was done, he felt strange. All he wanted to do was go to sleep. More than just a nap, he felt like needed to just crash in his bed for the rest of the day.

Gordie noticed this and sent the bull off, getting a feeling that this was not going to work like he and the boss expected. But he needed some observation to make sure. After sealing up the seed and doing some cleaning, he placed the last jar into the chest and asked Danny to help him survey the bulls and horse working again in the feels, seeing that they were clearly weaker. Not moving as efficiently as they usually would, clearly affected by the machine’s milking.

“This isn’t good,” Gordie groaned to himself. He grabbed the handles of the chest and went off to talk with the boss…

Danny’s wandering from the barn brought him back to the Stables. This time he found Storm and before he could, the clydesdale was giving a greeting. “I didn’t expect a visit from you so soon.”

“Gordie took over and he’s handling Owain,” Danny explained as he sat down at the table.

“Oh, so you’re doing the milking. Why wasn’t I invited?” Storm asked.

“Well it’s more of a test run. Pigs and bulls make the biggest loads. Or so I’m told,” Danny said with an awkward chuckle.

“They're not the only ones,” Storm responded sharply. It made Danny blush and the sight caused the large horse to laugh. Danny smiled and snickered as well. He couldn’t help but notice that Storm was wearing shorts this time. It was both a relief and also a strange disappointment. Seeing Storm’s nudity for the first time had been so jarring but as he came to understand how things worked around here, he had prepared himself to see the nude large stallion again.

“Well if you’re so sure that you’ve got what it takes,” Danny challenged, “Then how about you go next?”

“Why not?” the clydesdale shrugged, pushing himself up from the main table. “Might as well get used to it.”

The two of them were soon in the barn, finding Gordie back inside, cleaning up the tube and sleeve that had just been used.

“You came back sooner than expected,” the spotted bulldog said.

“And he came with company,” Storm piped up. Danny led him to the milking machine and the horse whistled as he looked the device over.

“So how is this supposed to go?” Storm asked, looking around the barn. The smell of arousal and fresh cum in the air was getting him riled up, evident by the swelling of his exposed sheath.

Danny explained while the equine made himself comfortable in front of another machine.

“I gotta get your size first,” the human said. “So that means...uh. I need to see it.”

“Oh…” Storm said, blinking in surprise. “Sure.” He stood up again, looking a bit flustered as he began undoing his shorts. They fell down to his ankles, exposing the big sheath and leathery sack that Danny was expecting to see. One of the clydesdale's big hands reached down and began between his legs and over the hefty pouch that was starting to swell. A light groan came from him as his tip eased into view, followed by his shaft spilling out.

Danny couldn’t help but stare as watched the equine’s prick elongate. There was no denying of his breed. Standing between the brown clydesdale's legs was quite the length, both long and thick. Of course he had heard many jokes about what animals like horses packed, but now seeing it for himself, Danny could hardly believe that such length could be so neatly tucked away.

After fully easing out, the flesh further expanded as it lifted and started to lightly pulse. It just seemed to get bigger and bigger, even beating out Marlo’s girthy 15 inches!

“W-Whoa… Uh, how big is that exactly?” Danny asked as he tore his eyes upwards, trying to ignore the racing of his heartbeat and the dryness in the back of his throat.

“At least 18 inches. It can get even bigger if I’m…really excited,” Storm explained but looked and sounded almost embarrassed about it.

“So what size do I get?” Storm asked, changing the subject and snapping Danny out his staring trance.

“D-definitely large,” the human said and the two of them chuckled. Danny first sought out the pump that had been used on Owain and Marlo but he wasn’t sure if that would be enough. So he got an even bigger tube and lubed the interior before hooking it up the suction feed.

“And now you just put it on,” Danny explained, handing the tube to Storm. Just touching TJ's cock was enough to make his heart race. He wasn’t sure if he had the willpower to touch the bat of flesh. Instead, he watched as Storm sunk the pump over his tip, humming in slight pleasure as he eased more of himself down. It covered most of his length. Through its transparent material, Danny could already see it throbbing even harder.

“You think you can manage by yourself for a moment? I should clean that other tank and pump.”

There was a metal tub and a faucet to fill it with water. As Storm pressed the button needed for standard suction, the human turned around and fetched the used pump first and then the tank from the table. He could see the horse moaning and chuffing behind him.

He distracted himself by kneeling in front of the basin, turning the tap after a bit of effort. Water poured in and he started by filling the tank with it, rinsing it off the bull cum that still coated the inner surfaces. Danny had enough sense to realize that leaving traces of another species’ load while milking someone else would only lead to contamination and dud tankfuls.

“You’re shaping up to be a natural,” Gordie chuckled. He handed Danny some rags that made it easier to clean the tank and pump, using another to wipe them dry. While they worked, Gordie told him about the chest of ice they would be using to hold the jars. Luckily, the twins were right to not get rid of the old items in the former shed. One of them was an old fridge. It was small but had ample room for the samples. He was going to fix it up and put that in the barn as well soon.

While the farmhands were working, Storm continued to groan from the pleasure he experienced. At a steady pace, the soft silicone stroker was giving most of its attention to the upper half of Storm’s large cock, engulfing his leaking tip. Waves of pleasure soared through the rest of his length, making the entire thing pulse and flex with increasing strength. The veins along his shaft were bulging and he could already feel his balls churning.

The pump squeezed down on him and the heat of his own body was making it warm, nearly akin to being inside of someone else. His groans were getting louder and his tail swished from the sudden hard throb his cock gave, gushing a splash of precum that was quickly sucked up and dropped into the tank.

Wanting to finish strong, Storm reached over and turned up the speed a bit, biting his lip as the pump responded immediately, rocking back and forth along his pulsating inches. He could hear the messy slicks as it went up and down. It was bringing him closer, giving a rise to his pleasure. With harder throbs and his tip flaring, being firmly hugged by the bouncing pump, Storm couldn’t help but whinny as he came.

As Danny was putting the tank back into place, he looked over just in time to see Storm tilting his head back and panting heavily, rocking his hips while the tank was starting to fill. He could see the loads traveling through the swelling tube and falling into the glass container, the level of clydesdale spunk rising higher and higher.

Once he gave he could, Storm turned it off and kept panting. He didn’t expect milking to be like that. The machine was in control and kept pumping even when he reached his peak. The extra stimulation and the sucking tube both worked to draw more than usual from his balls. Now he needed a moment to catch his breath, noticing that he was now sweating.

“We need about one more round,” Gordie advised before turning to Danny directly. “Make sure they don’t overdo it like TJ did.” The human nodded but he felt a bit guilty, feeling that he had some blame, complying with the pig’s wishes. So this time he encouraged Storm to take as much time as he needed, taking a look at the volume marked by the tank.

Storm proved to be an equine of his word, releasing just as much as Owain and Marlo had when blowing their first loads. Another round would just about fill the tank entirely.

When he was ready, Storm started the machine just as he had before, sitting back in the chair as he felt the slick hold working him over yet again. He knew what to expect now and found it easier to endure. While being pumped, he watched Gordie leave again and Danny work. The human was getting out another one of those big jars, heaving it carefully onto the table and grabbing a lid to go with it.

First it was watching the human bend down, shamelessly ogling the curvature that the shorts highlighted. He would have been content with that alone but then he realized that Danny would be handling his seed. Grabbing the tank and likely feeling the heat of his cum through the glass. For some reason the thought gave rise to a sudden spike of pleasure. Faster than he expected, he was pulled into another orgasm. And it was kept that way as the pump continued going, milking even more from his balls. Storm endured for the sake of the task but he had never felt something like this before. It was as if his load was being siphoned straight from his sack.

When it was over, Storm had to take deep breaths to steady himself. Danny provided him with some water, which certainly helped. But the clydesdale noticed a feeling that just clung to him. Usually after a good climax he felt super relaxed, but now he just felt very tired as if it was all suddenly drained out of him.

Danny noticed the change in the usually plucky horse, but he counted as a good thing that he could walk on his own and didn’t show signs of pain. He asked Storm to call one of the bulls over, to which the equine agreed, soon leaving Danny to busy himself yet again.

This time he was the one to carefully unlatch the tank from its secure hold. With even more care, he held it and slowly brought it to the table. He held it against his chest, feeling the heat that radiated from the fresh load. And with it was the musky scent of male essence. It promised virility and strong offspring if used for breeding. Reminding himself to focus, he lifted the tank over the jar and slowly tipped it, making sure the load poured into it, filling it about as much as the tank itself was.

He sealed it with a lid and took the jar outside to be put with the others that Gordie had already taken. The whole time he was feeling a sense of thrill that wouldn’t go away. Just by doing his job he had seen what many of the guys on the ranch had underneath his shorts. At least he wouldn’t have to wonder about it anymore. Of all jars that he had handled today, this was the one he was the most careful with…