Cum for me baby. I though the words over and over in my mind as I kept sucking on her clit and nuzzling my nose into her soft, fragrant mound. While pressing my nose forward, dipping it into her musky scent, I wished for her to experience a moment of pure bliss. Within seconds she did.
Her throat released a loud high pitched squeal and her sex pulsed with the strength of her orgasm. Her pussy squirted creamy cum that coated my face and dripped down her thighs. Eager not to waste a single drop of her delicious bounty, I quickened my pace of lapping at her cunt and inner thighs. I flattened my tongue against her warm, sopping wet skin and scooped up her juices, one delectable lick at a time.
Within seconds of swallowing down the second stream of spray that squirted from her pussy, I saw yellow, green and red fireworks explode in front of my eyes. The scent of fresh lavender wafted into my nostrils. Then for several seconds, the inner walls of my cunt convulsed.
“Thank you, beautiful,” I breathed.
My eyelids felt heavy.
I rolled her lemon flavored cream over the tip of my tongue.
My world fell black.
Chapter 11
Daisy
“Enough screaming,” Hamma barked. “You’re not leaving this farm. That’s final.”
“But — but— I have to help find the farmer and Magnus! I have to bring them back!” I knew I was still shouting, but I couldn’t help myself. I was desperate to take action to rescue the two most important men in my life.
“I’m sorry, Daisy,” Hamma spoke her words sternly. “I know you love them. God knows I love them too. But, I can’t allow you to leave the safety of the farmhouse compound. You’re the last sweet cream producing hucow. We’ll need the profits from the sale of your milk to rebuild the farm. We need you safe and protected Daisy. I can’t believe you’ve already forgotten how important you are to the future of this farm. Don’t you know how precious you are to all of us?”
“Yes. I’m aware of my value.”
Suddenly ashamed of my uncontrolled outbursts, I tipped my head forward and looked down at the dust covering the new crystal-studded sandals Swinea had gifted me.
“Don’t worry, Hamma. We’ll look after her. We’ll keep her safe.” Magnus’ wives Swinea and Pigletta said in unison. Each pregnant hupig swung one arm around an elbow and pulled me along with them back toward the side entrance to the farmhouse.
“Thank you for taking care of my Daisy, sweeties,” Bella said, nodding to the young hupigs who were dragging me away.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get Flavius and Magnus back, I promise.” She added, motioning for the three of us to pause our walking toward to farmhouse. She secured her leather satchel around her hips as she spoke. “Don’t forget, I was once a zombie myself. Before I was rescued, I learned all about their movements. I know where the zombies might take our men. We’ll get them back. I know we will. I know it…”
“Let’s head out,” Hamma grunted before slinging her backpack over her shoulder and leading Bella, and the small herd of their hubull protectors on a mission to find her husband and son. The moment the small troop crossed the compound’s double gated threshold, the gates were slammed shut behind them and re-electrified.
The human farmhand, Sarah who had just closed the lever to the compound’s gate tipped her head to me. She gifted me a brief, hesitant smile. I knew her to be the strong, even tempered head trainer of the farm’s ponyboys. She was a woman who was not easily shaken, yet I saw that her hands were trembling in front of her. If a woman as controlled and together as Sarah was so afraid she was shaking, what hope did I, a lowly hucow have of holding onto my courage?
Fake it ‘till you make it. The words on the old poster that lined my tiny childhood room back in Neon City flashed in front of my eyes. The stained, ragged poster’s advice had always served me well, so I decided to use it. I pretended I was queen of the farm. I imagined myself as Hamma and nodded while smiling graciously at the farmhand.
Sarah smiled back at me. This time her smile was brighter and more confident. My chest warmed and I felt my pride swell. I couldn’t believe that a simple smile from me could affect her that way. I suppose Hamma was right. I do add value to this farm – and not just as a milk producing heifer. I have the power to affect people in a positive way. At least in that small way, I do matter—
“Stop smiling at the human,” Pigletta scolded me while yanking at my elbow and pulling me with her toward the farmhouse.
“Sorry. I know you used to be one of them, but you really shouldn’t interact with the humans anymore,” Swinea whispered. “The humans are dangerous. They’re always trying to hurt us because they can never be like us. Their genetics won’t allow it. All the humans who can make the transformation do it on the day they turn eighteen. The rest are biological garbage. We should never allow them near us. That’s what my mother told me.”
I looked at Swinea with pity in my eyes. The poor girl needed a complete re-education. Her mother had filled her head with some pretty outrageous lies. Nearly every farm here in the rolling hills and valleys employed human farmhands. But, clearly the noble Sky Mountain Estates were different, less inclusive.
“Swinea’s right,” Pigletta said, ducking her head into the side of my neck to whisper in my ear. “The humans are dangerous. They are probably the ones who sabotaged this farm’s main electric fences. I’ll bet it’s them who sabotaged your tiny farm.”
The vein at the side of my neck pulsed and I swallowed hard. I couldn’t listen to this load of crap any longer. Plus, I still had unanswered questions about what had happened to the farmer and Magnus. I smiled widely and asked Pigletta my first question.
“How did this happen? I thought zombies only captured females. I thought they always killed all males on site.”
“That’s what I thought too,” the young hupig answered. “I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t witnessed it with my own eyes. The entire herd of non-rotten zombies, the ones with the glowing blue eyes and stained green teeth paraded our husband and the farmer in front of the electrified gates less than an hour ago. To my surprise, the two men both looked completely unharmed—”
Overhearing our conversation, Decimus, the young hubull with the metal waist harness that I’d met earlier in the day, spoke out of turn.
“For the first time ever, one of the zombie hucows spoke to us. We think she might be their queen. She dared us to try and rescue Flavius and Magnus. She said ‘Come find us. Come take back your farmer and your head stud — if you can.’”
Upon hearing those words, a familiar refrain played inside of my head. ‘Come join us. Come take your place in the zombie herd.’ It was the eerie song the hucow zombies sung to me inside my mind every morning while the farmer milked me in my barn.
It’s curious, but while I’m inside the inner farmhouse compound’s boundaries I can no longer hear their voices inside my head. Suddenly, the truth lit up my mind like fireworks. Perhaps the zombies can’t hear me either while I’m in here. They must long to hear my voice inside their minds. Maybe they miss me. I suspect they have a hive mind, and since I’m a hucow I must be connected to it somehow.
Silly. I bit my lip to stifle a chuckle at the thought of the zombies missing me. I wanted to dismiss my mental revelation as nonsense, but my brain wouldn’t allow me to do it. It was usually right about these sorts of things.
The zombie herd misses me. And they captured the farmer and Magnus in an attempt to lure me out of the farmhouse compound. Oh crap! Now they’re certain to capture Bella and Hamma too! I have to go warn them!
Chapter 12
Flavius The Farmer
“How could you steal Daisy from me?”
Magnus’ mouth is closed shut. Yet, I can hear his accusation as loudly as if he was screaming his words into my ear. I twist my neck sideways to look at him. The movement makes my stiff muscles crack painfully, and I lean into my suffering. I deserve to be in agony for what I’ve done to him.
I knew Dais
y was his heart’s only desire. But, I hid her away from him, anyway. She’s his soul’s match, the way my dear sweet Bella is mine. I knew this to be true. Still, I forbade Magnus and Daisy’s love.
I told everyone on the farm that I had to hide Daisy away inside her luxurious barn to keep her protected. She was the last sweet cream producing hucow, after all, a national treasure. She needed to be kept safe and sequestered from the rest of the farm. I used my power as the farmer to tear Magnus and his one true love apart. I destroyed any hope their blossoming romance had of growing stronger then selfishly tried to claim Daisy for myself as my third and final wife.
But, the strong-willed hucow continues to show little interest in me as a suitor. I’ve tried every day for the last two years to make her desire me in the same way I know she wants Magnus. As a last chance effort, both Bella and I even ravished Daisy’s tiny body this morning during her milking. We took her together in the exact way hucows enjoy. We treated the beauty’s lithe body to a vigorous breeding, which included plenty of rough play and dirty talk.
I hope she loved it. My deepest wish is that Bella and I gave Daisy the breeding she’s always fantasized about. She deserves to be pampered and have her deepest desires fulfilled.
Bella taught me the best way to breed her. I’ll admit I was nervous about it, which is uncharacteristic for me. I’m a hubull, so I rarely doubt myself. I usually channel my inner animal and power through any obstacle I face.
But, Daisy’s not an obstacle, she’s my second love. Also, before I took her sweet body this morning, I’d never made love to a hucow before. I wanted to do it right. It pains me to have never had the opportunity to make love to Bella when she was a hucow. The government scientists had already transformed her back into a human by the time I’d worked up the courage to tell her I loved her.
During the breeding, I was worried Bella and I were treating Daisy too cruelly. If the decision on how to breed her had been completely up to me, I would never have laughed at her. Our taunts didn’t appear to give her the pleasure they were supposed to. Even though Bella said it was what we needed to do to satisfy Daisy’s deepest desires, in hindsight I don’t think she was right. Daisy didn’t seem to enjoy that part of her breeding. In fact, I believe she hated it. But, I take solace in knowing she orgasmed. She seemed to love it when I took her from behind, hard and unprotected, spilling my seed deep inside her womb.
Daisy may have climaxed as I bred her for the first time today. But, even as the walls of her tight haven squeezed pleasure from my dick, it was clear she doesn’t truly want to be my wife. She still wants Magnus. I suspect Daisy only agreed to consider my offer to sire her children because she loves my Bella and wants to live in the farmhouse with her. Bella is her best and dearest friend after all.
“Daisy! Daisy! I love you! I’ll always love you!”
Magnus’ screams grow increasingly panicked inside my mind. I squeeze his hand firmly to try and calm him. I refuse to allow him to lose his mind. I fear he is on the brink of completely losing his sanity. His pain is too great. The agony of this torment is destroying him.
I feel deep sadness for Magnus that he has to endure this torture with me. He’s always been a loyal best friend. But for years, I haven’t been much of a friend to him. I’ve wronged Magnus in more ways than I care to confess. Aside from stealing Daisy, perhaps my worst betrayal was marrying his mother, Hamma. What kind of man marries his best friend’s mother? Me. A man who’ll do anything to secure power.
Ever since I was a poor boy and son of a mistreated servant on one of the famous Sky Mountain farming estates, I was determined to rise to power and become a farmer. I dedicated my full energy to my goal of attaining status, and in record time, I rose to the station of the farmer and became the master of my own large estate.
To rise to power, I needed the assistance of powerful allies. Hamma was wife to the head hubull on the estate I grew up on. She had been the most brilliantly calculating woman I had ever met. The woman could have easily become a farmer herself if she had the desire. So, when her husband unexpectedly passed away, and she found herself in want of a new spouse I immediately pursued her and eventually won her hand in marriage.
What nobody knows, not even Magnus is that Hamma and I have never consummated our marriage. We are husband and wife in name only. Neither of us felt right about sleeping with each other. After all, she’s my best friend’s mother. I wish I could tell Magnus the truth about our sham marriage, but Hamma forbade it. And like always, I know she’s right. No one can know that our marriage isn’t real. It would destroy everything we’ve worked so hard to build on our farm.
Bella is my only real wife. We sleep together in a large, luxurious bed inside our tiny bedroom. Our bed is large enough to sleep four, which helps to keep up appearances. Hamma sleeps inside the far more spacious hidden interior room, which sits just behind the bedroom Bella and I share.
There is a secret passageway between her private hot spring and her personal room. I suspect she entertains lovers inside her room. But, I never ask about the details of her dalliances, and she never offers any. I know she’s partial to young hupigs. I’ve seen her eyeing the young local beauties as she luxuriates with them in the farm’s mud baths and hot springs. But, as the farmer’s wife and head hupig, she’s expected to socialize with the local ladies. So, her lustings don’t raise any suspicions about the strength of our marriage.
It was Hamma who first suggested I overcome my hesitation to pursue Daisy. She said we could leverage Daisy’s celebrity as the last hucow to make our farm more powerful and affluent. Ultimately, with her as our wife, we could have real power to change the farming system. With Daisy at our side, our farm could finally become more influential than the power-mad aristocratic Sky Mountain farming estates.
Hamma convinced me that Magnus’ infatuation with Daisy was merely lust. She said he would get over her in time. I believed her. I wanted to believe her because truth be told, I’d wanted Daisy for myself for years. I had always dreamt of creating an eternal bond with both Bella and Daisy in marriage.
I was jealous that Magnus had gotten to her first. He kept her body busy every night, all night. She was his only lover, the only woman he wanted to bed. With him constantly at her side, no other man even had a chance to approach her.
There’s no excuse for what I’ve done, separating Magnus and Daisy. I should have told Hamma no. ‘No, I will not be stealing my best friend’s woman. Period.’ That should have been my exact response to her suggestion to lock Daisy away.
Instead, I was selfish. I forced Daisy to live a lonely life in that barn for the last two years. I kept her away from the man she clearly loves, and I kept him away from her. I’m a monster. For that, I deserve to experience every second of the torture I know I am about to endure. But, Magnus does not deserve this pain. For that reason, I must hold onto what’s left of my strength. I must help him escape.
Chapter 13
Flavius The Farmer
“How could you steal Daisy from me?” Magnus screams again in my mind.
My best friend’s thick lips curl inward on themselves, creating a thin line spreading across his wide-jawed face. His eyes clamp closed, and a single tear drips from his left eye, trailing its way down the curve of his chiseled cheek. This is the first time in our twenty-four years as friends I’ve seen him shed a tear. I’ve wounded him.
“I’m a selfish bastard,” I say to him inside his mind.
I mean to think the thought contritely, but it comes out of my brain as a cocky quip. I really am a bastard. I can’t even apologize to my best bro with the sincerity my heart intends.
Magnus squeezes my hand. Cold and sweaty, his fingers entwine deeper with mine. Neither he nor I can release the death grip the zombies have placed us in. The zombie queen ordered her subjects to put us in these restraints and to bind our hands together to strengthen our bond. The zombies are transforming us into a herd of two, Magnus and I. Right now I can hear his thoughts
and he can hear mine. Soon, we won’t just hear each other’s thoughts. We will think the same thoughts and become entirely of one mind.
Once our thoughts fully merge into a single hive mind, we will become food for the zombie queen. Our zombie handlers tell us that once we complete the transformation, and our minds fully merge, we will willingly and regularly offer ourselves up as living nourishment for the queen.
I try to resist the mind merge. I attempt to close off my mind, but it’s impossible. I’m drawn to converse with Magnus and to share my deepest secrets and fears with him. I don’t want to. I want to keep my treachery private, but I can’t. I can’t stop myself from sharing every sin I’ve ever committed against him. The need to reveal my deepest shameful betrayals to him is too overwhelmingly great.
Magnus and I have been best bros for nearly our entire lives. But now our zombie handlers tell us we’re in the process of becoming something greater and far more intimate. We’re being joined together as herd mates. Like the other unfortunate males captured before us, we are undergoing the transformation. The queen has certain nutritional requirements that the other zombie hucows don’t have. And from what our handlers tell us, our being joined together in this intimate way makes us acceptable food for her majesty.
I watch as two of our handlers pry Magnus’ mouth open while a third and forces another thick lubricated feeding tube down his throat.
“Don’t fight it!” I shout an order into his mind. “If you fight, they’ll still shove the tube in, but the damned thing will tear up your throat like it did last time. You’ll be injured again if you keep struggling. I need you strong. We both need to keep up our strength if we’re going to power out of this nightmare and get back home to our women.”
“What women?”
Magnus’ words taste bitter in my mind.
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