SMASH or PASS

Next morning, a knock at my door in Building C. A farmhand showed up and handed me a clipboard through the gap.

"Breeding schedule for today."

Five numbers were listed on the clipboard.

412.

623.

891.

204.

756.

"They’ll rotate through the dedicated room in Building C. We’ll send the next one in as each finishes."

The farmhand delivered this with clerical flatness and left.

From my shoulder, Pixia peered at the clipboard.

"Five a day? ...Ambitious. Will your body hold?"

"I’ll make it fucking hold."

I was really that desperate.

"Youth is violent~" Pixia said something strange, but I ignored it, I was getting used to her random comments.

For the record, Fenra was confined to quarters. Beastkin companions are barred from the breeding buildings. The farm rules. She said nothing when I explained it, but when I left the room, she walked back and forth in front of the door three times.

...I better end this quickly. If I can handle four catkins in the same day, nothing could stop me from handling just five Cowkins!

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A Cowkin was in the breeding room when I entered.

She had an enormous, jiggling breasts bouncing with a hypnotic, liquid heaviness. Her eyes, a bright, vacant blue, lock onto me with gleeful hunger. A wide, slick smile spreads across her face.

She didn’t even wait to be told. As soon as she saw me, she hopped up onto the breeding bench, lying back and spreading her thick, soft thighs wide without any prompting. Her pussy was already visibly engorged, pink and glistening, neatly trimmed. She wiggled her hips, making her full ass cheeks and heavy tits shake enticingly.

"...Hello?"

"Hi!" she chirps, her voice a breathy, bubbly whisper. "I’m #412! But you can call me Bunny! Are you my breeder today?"

"...Yes."

"Oh, you are! I’m so lucky!"

Her hands came up to knead her own breasts, her fingers were pinching and pulling at her puffy nipples. Twin streams of rich, cream-white milk immediately arc through the air, some landing on her chin and neck. She giggled, lapping at it with her tongue.

"Mmm! See? I’m all ready for you! I’ve been thinking about it all morning. Makes my tummy feel all fluttery." She guided my hand to her chest. Her skin is fever-hot, her heart pounding rapidly under my palm. "Do you like them? They’re really full... it hurts me a little, but in a good way, you know?"

"...I see." I didn’t know what to say.

Bunny’s grin widened. "Don’t worry about the straps! I’ll be good! I promise!"

But as I positioned myself between her eagerly spread thighs, her playful demeanor sharpens into something more primal. Her breath hitches. Her legs hooked around my waist, pulling me insistently closer, her heels digging into the small of my back.

Gulp.

She was a creature of pure, unadulterated sensation. Her giggles melted into a low, needy moan as my hands replaced hers on her magnificent H-cup breasts. The flesh was impossibly soft, yielding like warm dough under my palms, yet heavy with the liquid weight of her milk.

I squeezed, not with the brutal, punishing pressure used Della used yesterday, but with a possessive, kneading firmness.

"Oh, yes," Bunny sighed, her head lolling back, eyes fluttering shut. "Just like that... they’ve been so achey..."

My thumbs found her large, puffy nipples, rolling them between my fingers. They were immediately responsive, pebbling into hard, sensitive nubs. With each gentle pinch, a thick, creamy jet of milk spurted forth, in generous arcs that painted her chest and collarbone white. She gasped, her back arching sharply off the leather.

"M-more! It feels so good when they empty a little..."

"O-Okay..." Wow.

I obliged, leaning down and taking one fat nipple into my mouth. The taste was sweet, rich, and warm.

’Damn... this is... this shit is divine’

I suckled firmly, and she cried out, a sharp, delighted sound. Her hands flew to my hair, her fingers tangling in my locks as her hips began a slow, grinding roll against my thigh. Milk overflowed from the corners of my mouth, dripping down the swell of her breast.

"The other one too, please, don’t let it feel left out..." she begged, her voice thick with lust.

I switched immediately, giving her other breast the same devoted attention. She was writhing now, mewling and cooing, her body a map of eager erogenous zones. Her pussy, when I finally slid a hand down the soft curve of her belly, was a soaked, steaming-hot mess. My fingers slid through her slick folds with effortless ease. She moaned, loud and wanton, pushing her hips up to meet my touch.

"Yes! There! Ohgod, right there... I’m so ready for you, I’m always ready..."

But I had other plans. My wet fingers trailed lower, through the dripping cleft of her pussy, over her perineum, and circled the tight, pink pucker of her anus.

Her reaction was immediate. A shiver of pure, unadulterated excitement ran through her.

"Ooh... there?" she whispered, her blue eyes widening with slutty glee. "You wanna play there too? It’s... it’s really tight. But for you..." She bit her lip, then deliberately relaxed, pushing out slightly against my circling finger. "...I’ll try to be a good girl and open up."

The invitation was too lewd to ignore. I pressed a slick finger against the resistant ring. It gave way easier than Rose’s, but the tightness was still breathtaking. Bunny let out a choked, guttural groan.

"F-Fuck... oh, wow... that’s... different..."

I worked the finger in slowly, then out, then back in, stretching her. Her body clenched around the intrusion, in a series of desperate, rhythmic pulses. Her cunt gushed anew, soaking the bench beneath her.

"Another... please, try another... I can take it... I wanna be full everywhere..." she panted, her voice breaking on the words.

Damn.

Are all cowkin horny like this?

I added a second finger, stretching her wider. Her cry this time was louder, raw with a mixture of pleasure and intense, overwhelming sensation. Her legs trembled, her toes curling. Her asshole was a hot, vise-like clutch around my fingers.

When I withdrew my fingers, she actually whimpered in loss. "No, wait, don’t stop..."

But I was done preparing her. I positioned the broad, slick head of my cock at her sopping, desperate entrance. Her eyes, glazed and wild, locked onto mine. She was panting, her lips parted, her entire beautiful, slutty body trembling with anticipation.

"Please," she begged, the word a ragged prayer. "Breed me. Please. I need it. I need to—"

I granted her wish.

I drove into her in one long, deep, bottoming out thrust. Her cunt was a velvet inferno, impossibly hot and wet, clenching around me in a spastic, welcoming grip.

"HHHNNNGGG—YES! YES! FUCK, YES!"

Bunny screamed, her back bowing off the bench. Her arms flew above her head, fingers scrabbling at the smooth leather. I set a brutal, pounding pace, each thrust slamming deep into her womb. The wet, meaty smack of flesh on flesh filled the room, punctuated by her screams, moans, and breathless, sobbing pleas for "More! Harder! Deeper! Breed me! BREED ME!"

Her body was a spectacle of obscene pleasure. Her massive tits jiggled and bounced wildly with every impact, milk spraying in continuous, creamy ropes that matted in her hair, painted her face, and pooled in the hollow of her throat. Her stretched asshole quivered with each powerful drive inside her pussy. She came almost immediately, a violent, shattering orgasm that made her shriek and clamp down on me like a fist, but it didn’t slow her down. She begged for the next one, and the next.

"Don’t stop! I can take it! I’m a good breeder! I’m your good little cow! Moo! Oh god, mooooo!"

I fucked her through climax after climax, her words dissolving into animalistic moans and breathy, euphoric sobs. She was mindless, a Brood cow for use. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out, dripping with spit and milk. The room reeked of sex, sweat, and the sweet, cloying scent of her milk.

Finally, as my own release built, I gripped her hips, slamming into her with a final, piston-like intensity. She felt it coming and wailed in triumphant joy.

"Inside! Please! Fill me up! Get me pregnant! I want it! I need it!"

With a final, deep grind, I emptied myself into her depths. She screamed again, a long, ragged sound of absolute fulfillment, her body convulsing in one last, powerful orgasm that milked every last drop from me. I stayed buried inside her, both of us panting, covered in sweat and milk and sex.

Slowly, the tension left her body. A blissful, utterly contented smile spread across her flushed, milk-spattered face. She nuzzled her cheek against my arm, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse but sincere. "That was... perfect. I feel so... useful. So full." She gave a weak, happy little wiggle of her hips, feeling my seed inside her. "Maybe this time it’ll take... I hope it takes..."

’Well... don’t know how to feel about that.’

Let’s just move on, I got another four left.