VENTI - When the Cows Come Home (Patreon)

Hey! Getting the rest of the stories out; this one's a Venti featuring a pair of cowgirls and their antsy owner!

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Jess had always enjoyed living on Jill’s farm. It was an unusual setup of course, but it was one she had gotten used to and come to love. She normally stern and serious minotaur girl had quickly succumbed to her mistress’ wiles, moving into her farmhouse and working as her all around hired hand.

Normally that meant using her impressive strength to carry Jill’s heavy loads or help her with milking Annabelle. Of course, Annabelle was Jill’s other pet and a half-holstein shortstack rather than a proper animal… but she still produced enough milk to keep Jess busy. Jill seemed content with her pair of humanoid livestock (something she took no shame in calling them). The submissive ladies took it as a term of affection by now and trusted her judgement wholeheartedly. Jess herself wasn’t sure how railing Annabelle from behind while she was milked helped her produce more, but she continued to take Jess’ word for it. She just had a way of convincing people.

One such motivator was left on Jess’ bed. She picked up the little token of affection: a pair of panties with a lovingly handwritten note.  

“Just something I thought you’d enjoy. I’ll be busy tonight so you’ll have to take care of yourself. <3, Jill.”

The minotaur looked at the pair of underwear blankly, trying to process everything that was being implied. She was a tall and quiet girl with short black curls. A pair of curved horns grew out from within her hair and her lower body matched, sporting a long bovine tail and the thick hair and hooves growing around the minotaur’s knees. She was dressed down from her usual work clothes, wearing her rolled up jeans and half-shirt that showed her shapely chest and firm abs.

Then she heard the shrill cry from the other room. Her cow-like ears perked up at the voice and heard a sharp crack as some sort of whip or paddle was applied to flesh.

“You dirty little slut! Can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you?!” Jill’s voice snapped accusingly.

“I’m soooo sorry, mistress!” Annebelle whined with a flirty pleading to its tone. 

Jess could all but see the half-holstein holstaur shaking her ass to beg for more. The short, blonde and curvy cowgirl was always a handful, in more ways than one. She was always finding reasons to grope and glomp Jill and Jess, much to their dommy farmer’s chagrin. It wasn’t the first time she’d been called in for a punishment like this.

“You are not, you horny piece of beef,” Jill intoned more firmly. 

There were a few more cracks so sharp that Jess could almost feel them against her own skin. The light-blonde dom was much more delicate and affectionate with her, but that just made her more curious about the way she treated Annabelle. Jess bit her lip as her erection bulged beneath her jeans, getting uncomfortably tight from the dirty talk she could hear right through her wall.

“This is why you deserve to sleep in the barn! You’re more pig than cow at this rate!” 

Jess found herself sighing at the loud spankings and Annabelle’s lusty cries. Realizing she was alone and the other two inhabitants of the farm were busy, the minotaur unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down past her furry legs. She sat her bare ass on the bed beside the note and spread her legs enough for her erection to poke freely up towards the ceiling. 

Jess started stroking her cock as she listened in on the punishment session. Her own body tensed with each swing, imagining the wicked attention being focused on herself instead of the caring coddling she usually received. The strange sort of jealousy only got her more aroused as the cowgirl jerked off more intently.

It took her a moment to realize she was squeezing Jill’s underwear in her other hand. She briefly considered using the silky garment to help stroke herself, but it felt too precious for that. She raised them shly to her face and gave them a curious sniff. It carried the unique smell of her mistress, and that just excited her further. Her cock pulsed and a bit of precum trickled down her shaft. Jess mewled softly and ran her fingers through it, polishing the tip of her cock before rubbing it into her erection.

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In the next room over, Jill had Annabelle on all fours in her bed. The demi-holstaur was short and busty, stripped of all her clothes to deliver the most demeaning punishment possible. Her long blonde hair was strewn across her back, stopping a few inches short of her broad hips and fluffy tail of brown and white. Her own set of horns poked out from her forehead, curling upward towards her looming mistress.

Jill stood over her at the bed’s side. For how thick and solid her livestock was, the dom was a slim and youthful-looking woman. Her hair was light enough that it teased between blonde and white, grown long to hang over to one side while the other was sheared around her ear. She had a piercing in her eyebrow and her exposed ear, with her sharp green eyes focused on Annabelle. 

She tended to wear little around the farm, confidently flaunting her body to tease and tempt her loving livestock. Now she had stripped down to her thong, using her clothes state (however little it was) to lord herself over the punished Annabelle.

Jill went to a long drawer at her dresser and set aside her riding crop. Instead, pulled out a large pink strapon. Her eyes roamed to Annabelle, who gave an excited squeak at the sight. She rolled her eyes at the horny holstaur’s exaggerated response, but glanced back at the wall. It was the one between her and Jess’ room, and she felt confident that the minotaur was listening in, whether she had planned to or not. She raised her voice once again. 

“Maybe this will teach you to keep your mouth shut,” Jill growled aggressively. She heard another delighted cry from Annabelle.

“Oh please, mistress! Please don’t!” she squealed, even as she was unable to contain her excitement long enough to keep up her begging act.

“You brainless piece of beef,” Jill scolded. “You don’t even know when you’re being punished or rewarded. Well I think THIS is a nice little reminder!”

Jill stepped into the strapon’s strips of leather and clasped it around her hips. She grabbed Annabelle by the horns and shoved the rubber cock into past her lips. Even with the rough entry, just being close to Jill's crotch seemed to be enough for Annabelle. Her eyes shut in bliss as Jill’s thighs shoved against her wobbling tits. 

Jess gave the cowgirl’s boobs a loud and demeaning slap. The heavy orbs bobbed into each other like an office toy, leaking milk on the bed sheets beneath her humbled holstaur. The fact was that Annabelle happily slept out in the barn for just how much milk she produced. It was either that or she’d wake up needing to clean the dairy out of her sheets every morning.

Jess went on fucking her horny cowgirl’s mouth, tugging on her firm horns to add a bit more push to her thrusts. Annabelle’s wet sucking noises and lusty moans rewarded all her efforts until she pulled it out with a thick slurp.

“Feeling a little more obedient, my stubby little fuck-cow?”

“Ohhh, mistress! I’m so sorry! I’m such a clumsy moomoo~!” Annabelle gushed lustily, her breasts still trickling like leaky faucets over the bed. 

“I shouldn’t have knocked over that bucket of milk with my big bouncing boobies!”

“Of course not. You’re lucky you gush out as much as you do every day or that might have actually made a dent in our product.”

Jill moved her hips to smear the spitty cock over her face. Annabelle shuddered with anticipation of it being put to good use, but Jill looked over her shoulder at the shared wall.

“Enjoying the show?” Jill asked, raising her voice to ensure that Jess could hear her. She could hear the minotaur gasp and some thumping as she shuffled around, likely trying to hide her fascinated eavesdropping.

“Good. I hope you do,” Jill purred. 

“Aww, but this is supposed to be MY punishment, mistress!” Annabelle mewled.

“And what part of punishment don’t you understand?” Jill growled as she pulled on Anna’s hair. It was just to toss her face down into the sheets as the light blonde dom climbed onto the bed and slapped Annabelle’s meaty ass. The holstaur cried out from the noisy spanking before Jill stuffed the strapon into her pussy from behind. The thrusting made her thick cheeks and thighs slap together as she gave her passionate cries.

“That’s it! Louder, my horny cow. You love your mistress’ rough fucking, don’t you, you dirty little twat?”

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It became unclear who exactly Jill was talking to as her dirty talk went on, but that worked perfectly for Jess. She stroked herself off faster while huffing her mistress’ panties like it was her air supply. It muffled her soft, excited gasps as she humped her hand, her strong thighs lifting off the bed as she imagined herself being plowed by Jill while enjoying the show she was being subtly offered. Jess gave a louder grunt as her body trembled, squirting a hefty load of warm cum over her hand. She pressed Jill’s panties to her face to keep it away from the splashing mess, and Jill smiled from her own room as she heard the noisy orgasm.

“You’re lucky you got her to finish. Otherwise I was really going to let you have it,” Jill purred as she pulled on Annabelle’s tail, plowing deep into her g-spot. The holstaur gave a ditzy purr as she squeezed her thighs together and gushed her own messy orgasm over the bed.

Annabelle collapsed onto the bed, sighing contently as she relished in her showy bit of punishment.

“Now go get me some clean sheets and get back to your barn to think about what you did,” Jill ordered.

“Oh yes, mistress!” the short cowgirl chimed. “I promise I’ll think about it all night long!”