Pretty Cow - The Making of a Hucow
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The bull picked up speed again and it was all it took to push me over the edge. An orgasm more powerful than anything before ripped through my body, flooding me with erotic energies and threatening to knock me to the ground. My eyes rolled back as I mooed loudly. The cows on my breasts let my teats fall from their mouths as they joined me, filling the air with the sound of our lowing.
My arms and legs shook as I struggled to hold myself upright. My mind was fogging as every muscle in my body tensed. And still the bull pushed into me. If anything, his speed increased again. My pussy clamped down on his cock, which only made the feeling of his forceful trusts that much more enjoyable. I was on the verge of tears when the bull finally slowed, then stopped thrusting altogether. His cock swelled within me, stretching me even more as he spilled his seed deep into my body.
I caught my breath as I waited for him to finish. And as he slid out for the final time, I nearly came again. I watched the bull crawl away, with his monstrous cock still hard as steel. It glistened in the sunlight, wet with my juices. At over half the length of my forearm and nearly as thick as my wrist, I couldn't believe the bull had fit inside of me.
The bull moved back to his trough. So did the other cows. Taking my cue from the rest of the herd, my head dipped back into my food, with my tongue slipping from my mouth to scoop up more of the sweet paste that I'd come to love. My pussy ached now but I ignored it. I was stretched and torn, but I was still a pretty cow. And right now it was feeding time. Pretty cows needed to eat.
*****
"Amazing..."
"They just... and then it was like nothing happened."
"And the sounds they were making..."
Sato loved listening to the crowd after a show. But it wasn't just the exasperation he loved. He loved watching the world's elite slobber over his creations. He loved seeing them so wrapped up in the display that they no longer even tried to hide their arousal. Some pressed their hands to the glass while others pressed them to their crotches, bending back half hidden erections or stroking themselves slowly over their pants. And the women were no different. Sato smiled when he caught the only woman in the crowd with one hand pressed between her legs while the other brushed across her nipples which stood out under her silky blouse.
Sato saw dollar signs as he watched the rich paw at themselves like confused teenagers who just discovered their bodies. His new pet was a sure sell now. The only question left was how much she would fetch, and if it would recoup the loss of income that her sister had brought upon him. He scowled at the thought of her. The money he could have made with a set of twins...
"What about pregnancy?" Asked the woman suddenly. "That man, the bull thing, he didn't pull out."
Sato waved his hand dismissively. "All of the males in our designer lines are castrated during in-processing. Our bull here is given regular testosterone supplements to keep him performing. Our gelding in the pony field is what you should expect without the hormone treatment; docile, feminine."
Sato could see the momentary shock in the face of every man gathered in front of him. They were as predictable as they come. But the woman, she seemed to stand a little straighter, with her smile growing wider, as she realized what had been done to the men behind the glass.
"She was leaking. Was that milk? Do they really produce milk?" Asked the business man in the dark suit.
Sato nodded. "Our feed is enriched with nutrients and hormones to stimulate milk production. Our new cow has been on a very rigid milking schedule and currently produces almost a gallon per day. Kept on our program, she will continue to produce like this for years."
Men licked their lips and smiled.
Sato clapped his hands together. "If there are no more questions, I think it is time to get down to business. Do we have any bids for my pretty cow? Two years of our specially formulated feed is included in the buying price, as well as any medical visits needed."
"I'll buy the girl for one million," said the Sheikh as he pointed at Sato.
The woman raised her hand. "One and a half."
The man in the dark business suit joined in. "One and three quarters."
More voices joined. The price climbed to two million, two and a half, three. The bidding slowed now, but the number kept rising. Sato bowed graciously towards the crowd as the Sheikh won the girl for three and three quarters. It wasn't the highest he had ever made off of a pet, but it was close.
"And would you like her branded?" Sato asked as he pointed at Jennifer through the window. "It is free of charges should you choose."
The Sheikh looked back at his purchase as he stroked his beard. "I will think on this."
Sato bowed again, and then waved his arms in the air to get the crowd's attention. "Do not be disappointed if you didn't win. This is only one of many displays you will see today! Now, come. You have seen the farm. Let us see what else I have for sale today!" The small Asian pushed another set of doors open and led the gathered group into the next wing. Three and a quarter million in his first sale.
But he was just getting warmed up.
*****
When two large men, fully clothed and wearing shoes, came and attached a leash to my collar, I was confused. The men looked familiar, like I knew them in my life from before, but my head was hazy. One of the men leaned down and rubbed my head. His hair was black and curly.
"Such a pretty cow you are. And you have a new Master. I bet that makes a pretty cow happy."
A Master! I'm desired! I'm a pretty cow!
The man tugged on the lead and I obediently followed behind him, staring at the back of his knees as I crawled along. He led me to a new room, clean and white like my old one, but with a fire roaring in the corner. A long metal rod was resting in the flames, with heat licking across the tip of the iron.
The curly haired man began to rub something over the side of one of my ass cheeks. My skin grew cold under his touch while the other man rubbed my back and continued to tell me what a pretty cow I was. I mooed in delight.
"Now stay still. A pretty cow doesn't move," said the curly haired man as he pulled the iron rod from the fire. A large circle with strange lines within glowed red. The other man grabbed my hair and pulled my head so I was facing forward. I cried out in surprise but the man wouldn't let go.
And then there was pain. Searing pain. I screamed.
"Shhh. A pretty cow doesn't scream. Just relax," said the curly haired man as he dipped the iron into a bucket of water. Steam filled the air and the water hissed as the heat died in the cool bath. But I didn't care about the iron anymore. My ass cheek was throbbing in pain and tears spilled down my face.
The men held me in place as the curly haired one covered my pain in gel. A bandage covered the site, hiding my naked skin for the first time in a long time. The pain hadn't gone away completely, but the burning ache that threatened to drive me mad had trailed off. Now it was nothing more than a distant throbbing.
"Let's get her crated up and on the truck."
The leash went taut once more as the men led me away from the fire. The leash didn't come off until I was in front of a large wooden box. Straw lined the floor three inches thick but otherwise the crate was empty. A rough slap on my unburnt ass cheek sent me skittering into the wooden crate. It was barely big enough for me to turn around. And when I did manage to flip end for end, I saw the men lifting a wooden cap up to the opening I'd crawled through.
The sound of hammers echoed through my dark crate as I shook in fear. My bell rattled and my knees grew wet as my bladder released, soaking the straw underneath me. I called out for someone to help me, to take me back to the yard with the other cows, but my urgent moos were ignored. And once the crate was sealed up tight, the men left too.
I laid down in the wet straw, confused and scared. The voice was gone. My herd was gone. I was a pretty cow. Why was this happening?
Someone tapped on the wooden crate hours later. I lifted my head from the straw and saw a pair of eyes staring at me through a
space between the boards. They looked familiar.
"Hello again Jennifer. You have made me very happy today."
I perked up at his words.
"Yes, you were a very pretty cow today. And now you'll be going home with your new Master. But don't worry my sweet pet, your friend Kimberly will be joining you. Though I don't know if you'll see each other very often." The man's eyes disappeared from view and a moment later he tapped the top of the crate.
My wooden box shook and I fell to my knees as it rocked back and forth through the air. I didn't stop swinging until the crane dropped me into the back of a truck. As soon as it did, the eyes returned. "Now be good for your new Master. You won't see me again Jennifer. Your new life begins today."
This time the eyes disappeared for good. An engine rumbled and the truck lurched forward, dropping me into the straw once more. My bell jingled and I pressed my face against the wood as my old home shrank in view before vanishing altogether behind a row of trees. When it was gone I laid back down on the straw, careful not to lay on my new brand.
I wasn't sure how long I was in the crate. But the longer I laid in the box, the less it mattered. My brand quit aching but my udders throbbed in pain and my stomach grumbled. And when the crate was finally opened again, I pressed my face into the hand of the smiling man with a beard. He laughed as I ate from his palm. And when he leashed me and led me to my new home, a brand new barn built just for me, I knew who the man was.
He was my Master.
This was my new life.
And I was his pretty cow.
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