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Farm Life 11 [NSFW] (Patreon)
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“Do you know how embarrassing that was!” Darleen huffed between sharp pointed panting as I thrust into her over and over again. “And I had to leave half the goats unattended to fetch you! You know how ornery they get when they don’t get milked.”
“Well,” I muttered, lifting her legs up as I got purchase on the bed with each of my thrusts. “I don’t know, maybe you should just have them work the milking machines!”
“Goats can’t be trusted with that!” Her protests were warbling all over the place with her voice. “They only pay attention to you so far and no father!”
“Well maybe if you treated them better they could learn and help out!”
“You don’t know the f-f-first thing about animals! You let them walk over you!”
“I get my work done! If you listened to me—”
“It’s my farm, you shut your dang mouth, boy!”
Right then, my knot popped into her and we howled together. My balls, numb as they were, tingled pleasantly as they twitched, filling Darleen up once again, Even before the orgasm petered out, I grabbed rough handfuls of her fur and buried myself into her. “God dammit, Darleen, please marry me.”
“No,” she said, heaving with breathless panting. “Heaven’s sake, you ask me that more and more, but you’re still screwing around with the animals. I told you I ain’t gonna have my heart broken.”
“Then what’s with all the sex?”
“That’s the price I pay for my best farmhand…” she muttered. She flipped me around, so this time she was on top, my knot still locked in her. “Now, let’s go again, and this time you’re gonna say my name over and over, you hear?”
“I love you, Darleen!”
“Just like that, now empty those balls, you pervert!”
—
Days were getting colder. I was, perhaps, more than a little frustrated with Darleen. What had I expected? Our relationship to shift into something amenable to both of us? She was fucking me until my legs were sore, and my legs were always sore nowadays. And nothing was getting better.
Two weeks later, and no new prospects for farm help had come around; most citizens in the area weren’t interested in farming careers, and most who were wanted more of a share than Darleen was willing to part with. So we kept on working, all through the sleet and the cold rain. I wasn’t sure if I even cared if this farm succeeded.
One day, even though it was only early autumn and not all that cold out, my paws were wet and frozen solid as I trudged across the yard. I could barely feel my toes. It had been a long few days, and I was exhausted. I had just enough energy to get the shed doors open and close them behind me.
“Oh stars, Sammy you look awful,” Belle said, with the most soft and concerned look on her large, fallen ears. Without even a prompt, she said, “You need to rest yourself a bit, here.”
I’d taken to skipping lunch the last several weeks, and just nursing directly from the cows. Belle was amazingly gentle with me, as were her entourage of other friends, some of who had skipped milking and were all too eager to let me get my fill from their teats, by tired back resting against piles of hay as they took their turns. I’d thought cows were ornery creatures, but they were some of the kindest I knew; as I laid there, they massaged my tired paws for me, with Belle there every time to envelop my erection with that mouth of hers. She never asked for anything in return, sex-wise. I could have fallen asleep to the warm and gentle rocking, the earthy odors, the thick cream they kept feeding me every day.
But I needed solid food. I pushed myself up with a groan. The air was dry and cold, but at least the sun was still shining. I stood up and stretched, and my joints popped in protest. I gave each of the ladies a kiss, told them what good girls they were, and hobbled off towards the house to get something with fiber in it.
“Sammy!” Belle called after me. I turned, and she was running towards me.
“What is it? What”
She stopped right in front of me. All her friends were watching, heads tilted slightly to one side.
“I want to talk to you, Sammy.”
I sat down on the ground next to the barn. She got on her knees next to me, and started stroking me on the head as before.
“How come you’re so tired all the time, Sammy?” Belle asked. “I know you don’t wanna talk about business or anything like that, but I’m worried.”
“Marshall quit yesterday,” I muttered. I didn’t really want to talk about it, more out of not wanting to worry Belle or the other cattle, but at this point, Belle had every right to know. “And the more farmhands we lose, the more each of us has to do. We don’t get paid much, either. Not everyone can be happy being milked twice a day.”
“Oh… that”
“This might sound bad, Belle, but it makes me glad to see Marshall go. He was always pretty unkind to you ladies.”
The other ladies started to murmur.
“So… what do we do now?” Belle asked.
I sighed. Was I supposed to have a plan at this point? I’d come to the farm with ideas, ready to make things work smoother and operate better, but everything I’d filtered in toward Darleen, I mostly got silence in return. She didn’t talk about the farm business with me anymore, and I guess it was because she was bracing herself to lose me, too.
“Belle, there isn’t anything you’re supposed to do,” I said. “You’re the cattle. You’re supposed to get milked on time every day, and eat, and make more milk, and that’s your job.”
“But I don’t want you to quit, Sammy.”
“I won’t. But I can tell that you guys are starting to feel the pressure of all this, and I can’t take much more. There aren’t many people who will work the land out here. Most people don’t understand what it means to be a dairy cow. They think of you as property, or they don’t care."
“Well, we are property,” Belle said. “But that shouldn’t matter none. You treat us like we matter, and if there’s one Sammy in this world there oughta be more.”
No idea where we would find him. I felt like I was the only person in the world with my particular mania of wanting to fuck and get fucked by farm animals.
Belle set me up on the fence, pulling my overalls down again. “Please don’t go, Sammy, please,” she said, as she started to lick my still-wet crotch fur with her strong, massive tongue.
I bit my lip, clenching tight onto the fence. “Belle, I know you like me, but… but this can’t last forever.”
“Why not, Sammy? Why can’t we just love you and keep you around like this forever?”
I couldn’t respond, as she’s already taken my cock into that mouth of hers again. I could hardly feel anything, but I could certainly feel the warmth and wetness as her tongue licked around, and I could imagine what it would feel like to be inside that warm tunnel. It was warm, and damp, and sweet, and without even realizing I was drunk off her love and appreciation, I was letting out a soft moan.
God, sex used to make me feel energized, and now all I wanted to do was fall asleep. I just smiled, blushing hard. Belle’s tongue wrapped all over my member, the tip of her tongue sliding around the sensitive edges of my knot, which was already responding to her ministrations.
When had time gotten away from me? I hardly ever thought about resisting anymore; ‘losing citizenship’ didn’t feel like it was a real threat, or even a possibility. Why couldn’t Belle just be right? Why couldn’t I just lay in the soft hay every day after work, being tended to by the heavyset goddesses? Why couldn’t I provide for them, and they provide for me in turn without all this stress and separation getting in the way?
I had been thinking about it for a while, but I’d stopped sharing my feelings with anyone, including Darleen. I didn’t want to give up, and I was ashamed of myself for not trying harder.
“Sammy? Do you want me to stop?” she asked.
“No, please, Belle," I said, stroking her head gently. "You're doing lovely as always. You're such a good lady."
She seemed to relax, and started to slowly bob up and down on me. I felt my balls start to churn, and I could feel the heat building in my stomach.
You know what I hate? Feeling a sudden presence behind me. It’d gotten to be a habit as I got lost in the delightful warm feelings that the animals could provide me, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise. But when I tipped my head back, I suddenly halted.
“Oh…” I said to the bull looking down at me. “Hello Bruno… I didn’t know they let you out of the pen.”