Little Miss Year of the Ox Competition (Patreon)
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Big piece that took about half the month! Setting up the roster and the events and digging through old stories for cowgirls (yeehaw girls, half minotaurs, girls with cow-like traits like big titties) took a few second passes. Happy with how it came out, and rarely do these crossover stories since it’s a lot to keep track of and people ought to know them when some of them were small side stories. Hope some of you find new favorites or recognize old ones as a bunch of my OCs compete to find out who’s the most cow-like of them all.
Udera’s also appeared here and there as this huge-titted goddess with cow ears I used to roleplay very early on. So I guess she’s one of the divine powers overseeing my writing multiverse?
The cow goddess of motherhood manifested in her holy arena. She wasn’t much for fighting so much as healing, but she could enjoy it when some of her cosmic children felt like a good old-fashioned friendly wrestle. Everyone had just been so excited about this year of the ox thing that she had invited all sorts of girls she’d found worthy of the title of cowgirl. She was always very lenient with her rules so what defined that varied, so she took on plenty of applicants that arrived at the arena in a puff of magic.
“Welcome, my cow children! It’s so nice to actually meet you!” she chimed. She herself was plenty tall and thick, as the goddess of the definitively beefy animal. Her wide and fertile hips were only outdone by her lengthy mane of curly black hair and the round and heavily hanging breasts barely kept within her toga. A pair of black and white speckled ears and tail stuck out from her head and hips.
The assorted goblins, students and minotaurs turned to their holy hostess. They were all dressed in skimpy cow-print bikinis to match the strange interdimensional festival. Moodere, Chihiro, Netty, Karamel, Haruko, Jab Lock, Gahren, Patcher, Patty LeBraun, Brittany, Glass Joanne, Peggy, Bullseye, Kitchin, Barbie Kyu, Shooting Star Samantha, Boona, and Amanda Deeper stood in an informal cluster of bovine-level boobs.
“There sure are a lot of you, aren’t there? Someone has a type, that’s for sure,” Udera giggled. “But it won’t be too crowded before long. Each round we’ll eliminate half of you until we’re left with one Miss Year of the Ox! Won’t that be fun?”
The sunny deity clapped her hands, making her heavy jugs do the same. In another puff, about a dozen looped piles of rope appeared in the middle of the cozy coliseum.
“So what better way to whittle down those numbers a little than showing you know how to handle a cow? Now you’ve all been scaled to rouuughly even strength. Give or take. Girls who get lassoed and tied up are eliminated until there are 9 left standing. Have fun~!”
A cow bell clanked in the background as the girls realized how quickly and informally this was going to start. They broke into a mad dash for the center where the lassos were left waiting for them.
“Outta the way, missy!” Bullseye barked. The thick and dark-skinned clowngirl shouldered her way past the blue-haired bully and the magical cowgirl. She set her eyes on one of the lassos when a blonde waitress came diving after it and tumbled away gripping it.
“I got it!” Patty declared, tumbling to her knees and holding it over her head. She struggled to unspool it as the other ladies struggled for the others. Moodere snatched one up, just to squeal as she was dogpiled by a pair of goblins. The purple-haired cowgirl flailed clumsily as the shortstacks toppled her over.
“Hoo yea! Green team, am I right?!” Kitchin laughed as she tugged the mess of rope from Moodere’s hands.
“I mean yea. Whatever,” Netty shrugged. The stocky half-goblin, half-minotaur swiftly elbowed Kitchin the chest, sending the goblin hooker flopping off Moodere with a grunt as her breasts popped out of her top.
“Or not!” the carny grinned, hopping off Moo herself to sit on Kitchin’s chest. Her heavier hips squeezed some oily goblin milk from her chest as Netty rapidly tied up her arms and legs in a crude but effective knot.
“Just like rigging up the tents,” the demi-goblin boasted as she dusted off her hands.
“Ugh! So no poggers!” Kitchin complained just before she vanished in a flash of light. She reappeared in a booth overlooking the rest of the competition, at least able to enjoy the show as the other cowgirls went at each other. If nothing else, she got to see Moodere stand back up and swing her shoulders, sending her massive udders swinging wrecking balls and slapping Netty halfway across the arena.
Patty struggled with her rope, quickly learning she didn’t know how to work a lasso. “Fuckin’ cartoons made it look a lot easier,” she complained before just hurling the rope into a passing crowd of struggling ladies. Brittany let out a yelp as she didn’t get tied up but managed to trip over the falling rope, landing flat on her face/tits among the tangle of grabbing ladies.
Amanda Deeper ran for a rope, the busty sexfighter in training suddenly getting cut off by Chihiro. The chubby bully planted her feet in a wide stance as Amanda went right into a palm strike to her boobs. Chiyo flinched, but only out of awkwardness as the tank of a girl stood her ground.
“Sorry, but you’re not getting past me that easy,” she apologized. She slapped a hand down onto Amanda’s head, knocking her flat on the arena floor.
“Ow!” Amanda hissed. “Is that how y’all fight around here? You actually hit people instead of fucking ‘em?”
“I… what?! Well, sometimes,” Chiyo conceded as she started to blush. Amanda shook her head to shake off the stars she was seeing and lunged at Chiyo again.
“Don’t matter! I don’t gotta budge ya to win!”
Amanda reached through Chihiro’s tree trunk legs and caught the rope, pulling it back out and whipping it around one of the blue-haired goon’s arms. The gang enforcer yelped and tried to pull it back off but Amanda was already dodging and looping it around her further. She dove into a slide between Chiyo’s legs, binding her wrists before pulling the rope up between her thighs. It tightened as it pressed into the crotch of her cowprint bottoms, getting Chiyo to squeak softly before she tripped over it. The Texan sexfighter easily tied her up from there, getting the tank of a bully to puff away.
“Not so fast!” Samantha warned. The western-themed magical girl drew her magical revolvers and fired off shiny stars of energy at a few of the girls. Jab Lock and Barbie Kyu went scrambling away from the magical blasts, clearing a path for her to the lasso.
“Not so fast, young lady!” Haruo declared. The milfy sentai heroine slid into her way and struck a pose, changing costumes in a flash of light. Her skintight spandex was a cow print rather than its usual bright colors but she quickly overlooked that. She squeezed her gloved hands around her boobs, squashing them up into her boob window.
“Lactose Intolerance!” she announced as energy glowed around her tits before firing in a pair of sweeping beams from her nipples.
“Oh shit!” the American magical girl yelped as she summoned an oversized sheriff’s star in front of her. It quivered as it held off the beam, the two more laser-focused fighters going head-to-head. That is, until a shaggy minotaur and a chubby camgirl tackled into them to throw off their powers.
“Oh please don’t shoot me! Please don’t shoot me,” Karamel rambled as she fussed with the rope. The chubby redhead’s hefty tits and belly mashed into Samantha’s face, pinning and smothering as she was left free to handle the rope.
“Oh come the fuck on! I’m barely back in this story bullshit and you-” the magical girl grumbled around her mouthful of warm pudge.
Sam’s complaints were cut off as the ropes were loosely settled around her arms and legs. Kara let out a quick “Eep!” as her opponent vanished, letting her drop a couple inches onto the floor and stop with a jiggle.
“Good thing I learned those knots… I thought I could only until them after all of Kandy’s shows…”
Gahren had Haruko trapped beneath her shaggy bulk, grabbing her arms to pin them down. The minotaur glared into the visored eyes of the super milf.
“I won’t lose to any old monster,” Haruko grunted, failing to escape the strong beast of a woman’s grasp.
“I’ve met much stronger than you in Lord William,” she dismissed in reply. Gahren unspooled the rope from around her shoulder but Haruko’s chest glowed again.
“Barrier Bra!” she declared as a bubble-like forcefield appeared. Gahren was tossed off and landed a few feet away as Haruko flipped back to her feet and charged after her. She locked hands with the minotaur, smashing their hefty tits together as they ground against each other for leverage.
“Two for one? Don’t mind if I do!”
Bullseye the clown suddenly threw her lasso over both of their heads, sealing it tight to bind them together. Gahren and Haruko gasped as the beefy clown swept their legs out from under them and hastily tied them up breast to breast, milk already leaking out between the squashed together ladies.
“Oh, they’re really dropping fast now,” the goddess noted as both ladies poofed into the stands. “Maybe I should have thought this through a little more… but that’s not really in the nature of cows, now is it?”
“Hohohon~!” Glass Joanne laughed as she snatched up a loose rope. “Ve shall see who is ze cow when I catch one of zese sluts!”
She was too caught up in her gloating and untying the rope to see where she was going and ran face-first into Boona’s chest. The towering, curly-haired minotaur beamed down at the stunned French bimbo boxer as she grabbed her by her long blonde hair.
“Not for nothin’, but I think the point of the contest was to be a cow,” the towering demi-minotaur adventurer reminded her. She shoved her face in between her rack, getting a startled and muffled cry from Joanne. She threw a few hurried punches into the beefy cowgirl’s sides, but she was a low-ranking contender in the titboxing league. She fared even worse against a lady who fought dragons for fun and profit. Her eyes rolled back as she soon slumped between Boona’s mighty bearhug and heavy tits.
“Well that was easy,” Boona noted brightly. She plucked the rope hanging from the limp Frenchwoman’s hands and tied them behind her back. The moaning blonde vanished as Boona caught the rope in her waiting hand.
“Cow fights, dungeon crawling, kinky shit in the bedroom,” she mused. “Is there anything you can’t do, length of rope?”
Peggy leaned calmly against the far wall of the arena. The musclebound but lazy holstaur watched with mild interest as the rope-wielding ladies took each other out. If only half of them had to go, she wouldn’t even have to lift a finger. She watched as someone threw a lasso at Patcher, but the blonde healslut zipped backward with a sudden rocket boost from her bare feet.
“Ooh! Rocket heels are just a part of me now. I’m not gonna complain!” the bubble blonde chimed. She grabbed the dropped rope and her eyes went over to Peggy. The frowning fast food worker just shook her head in wordless warning, but Patcher still shot off towards her.
“Got you now, missy! You can’t hide from GAK!”
Before she could finish, Peggy stepped forward and caught a hand around her neck. She lifted the bimbo healer off her feet and held out a hand, giving a basic “gimme” gesture. Patcher gurgled and handed her the rope, which she quickly looped around the video game girl’s tits and tightened until they swelled even bigger.
“Don’t interrupt a girl on her break, slut,” Peggy grunted. She shoved Patcher into the wall behind her, flattening her tits against it before pelting her ass with a broad-handed slap. Patcher wailed but found herself arching her back, sticking her ass out to make it even easier for Peggy to spank the hell out of her. By the time her ass was bright red, the clumsy healer was just slumped against the wall and easy pickings for Peggy to toss a half-assed knot to trap her arms behind her back.
“Down forward fierce!” Jab Lock recited to herself. The pudgy amateur boxer/gamer threw a quick punch at Brittany’s face, but the black bimbo ducked under it as she went into a split. Brit was far from a fighter, but she was still a hell of a cheerleader.
“Ah! Dang invincibility frames,” Jab muttered to herself. She ducked and tried to grab at Brittany but the bubbly bimbo caught her broad shoulders and sprang over her head. The heavier lug of a girl stumbled forward, briefly baffled as she tripped over the ropes that had been binding Haruko and Gahren earlier. The landed with a hefty grunt as her stomach and boobs flattened out beneath her.
“Ooh! My lucky day!” Brittany chimed. She jumped onto Jab’s juicy ass, grabbing the rope around her leg and looping it around the other. “Let’s see… the bunny goes around the hole,” Brittany mused to herself. It wasn’t quite tying her shoes but she was able to force a knot while Jab managed to roll onto her back. She desperately pulled on one of Brittany’s puffy pompoms of hair, just for a chubby blonde Asian to pounce onto her. Her big belly stuffed into Jab’s face as the round girl pinned her down.
“Aha! Totes nailed it!” Barbie laughed. The chunky ganguro grabbed another rope she’d been hoarding for a while and wrapped up Jab’s wrist while she was pushing and slapping at her gut. Barbie let out a startled yell as Jab lifted and threw her off her with a surprising show of brute strength.
“Totally not faaair~!” Barbie wailed as she landed with a fleshy smack, her big boobs bouncing out of her bikini top. Brittany quickly grabbed the rope she’d left behind and wrapped it around Jab Lock’s other arm, tying the two ropes together as the gamer girl poofed away.
“And that’s round one! Well done, ladies!” Udera cheered. She clapped happily with no small amount of jiggling involved, and most of the other eliminated girls clapped along.
“So let’s see... that leaves us withhhh… Moodere the sentai monster, Netty the carny gobotaur, Karamel the candy streamer, Brittany the cheerleader, Peggy the holstaur cashier, Bullseye the clown, Barbie the ganguro, Boona the demi-minotaur adventurer, and Amanda the southern sexfighter. That’s nine of our eighteen! Not a lot of cows can do match, you know~!” Udera gushed proudly. “But it’s time for your next competition!”
Udera raised a finger and the arena rumbled beneath the remaining girls’ feet. It opened up to leave them standing on a wide, rubbery platform surrounded by water that was resting just beneath the pool (or however else the goddess’ powers had summoned that much water).
“So have any of you girls heard of Keijo? Because you’ll be having one of those battles. It’s kind of a sumo match meets a chicken fight… basically, you win by knocking your opponents off the platform! The catch is you can’t use your hands or feet. Only your boobs and butts are allowed for attacking. It’s really cute, huh?” Udera gushed in a cheery tone. “Now spread out, and same as last time. The last 4 standing will be declared the winners and move on.”
The ladies were teleported to be spread out at the edges of the platform, eying each other up.
“Ooh boy… I’m not much of a fighter,” Kara admitted, squirming in her plus-sized swimsuit.
“Oh really? Me neither!” Brittany said brightly. “We should totes be buds!”
“Lookin’ like a bunch of us half-minotaurs over here,” Netty pointed out, eying Peggy and Boona with a smirk. It was definitely the case between the trio, even if they had some wildly different appearances. “Anyone feel like teamin’ up?”
“Like ya did with that other goblin?” the gothy cashier reminded her with a sidelong glare.
“Ha! Ya got me,” the cowgirl goblin laughed. “I’m just in it to win it, so screw all y’all.”
“Sounds like a good time to me,” Boona giggled. “But maybe after the match.”
The cowbell rang out again and the ladies came rushing at one another. Peggy started to sprint forward but suddenly stopped and spun around. She planted her hooves and swung her ass towards Netty as the demi-goblin tried to sideswipe her. Her tits slapped into the holstaur’s muscular ass, stopping Netty in her tracks as her rack wobbled ridiculously.
“Good eye,” the titfighting monstergirl grinned. “But watch your step!”
Netty backed off just as Boona came barging at them both and collided tit to tit with Peggy. She barely kept her footing as the two brawny cowgirls collided, only for her heels to trip over the goblin girl behind her. Peggy slid across the smooth surface on her ass until she dug her strong fingers into the platform, stopping herself before she could go over the edge.
“Now you done it,” Peggy grunted irritably as she glared back at them.
“Gotcha now!” Moodere declared as she came barging at Brittany. The black bimbo was smaller in every context of the cowgirl, so she thought fast and caught her by the shoulders. She springboarded over the incoming battering ram of boobs, letting her pass under her and bump her hefty udders into Bullseye’s instead. The country clown grunted as she was bumped back by the stumbling monster, but the two quickly snapped back into place and started ramming and boxing their boobs into each other.
“Y’all just walked into my specialty!” Amanda Deeper warned as she lunged at Brittany bust first. Their bare tits slapped together, squashing for a moment before bouncing back into shape. The blonde cowgirl was surprised at how well she handled herself going tit to tit.
“You really ain’t bad at that,” Amada admitted.
“Oh, Marla took me to a concert one time and I got in the mosh pit by mistake. Seems kinda similar,” Brittany shrugged. The black bimbo grunted as she tried to shove back, but Amanda held her ground as their nipples grazed off each other. Amanda winced but Brittany swung her hips around to smack into hers, making her stumble dangerously closer to the edge.
“Got you now! Watch out for the… woops!”
Brittany threw herself into a diving hip thrust, but Amanda sidestepped the overly eager bimbo. She managed to right herself in time to step on the edge, flailing her arms enough for her balance to steady her while she looked out into the water. She barely kept her balance before Amanda smacked her on the ass and sent her toppling into the water with the firm spanking. She was the first to be properly eliminated.
“Don’t mess with the best and the bustiest, darlin’,” Amanda boasted before turning back to the battlefield. She frowned as the literal cowgirls and bbw’s went at it.
“Maybe not the bustiest anymore, cuz this’ ridiculous.”
“HYA!” Barbie Kyu shouted as she lunged at Karamel. The two tan and chubby girls collided like shifting tectonic plates, their large bellies and breasts smacking and rippling visibly. They flinched at the ripple running through their curves, bouncing back off each other.
“Don’t think you can beat me!” Barbie boasted proudly, patting the middle of her breast. Her belly jiggled more than she meant it to from the soft body’s plump build. “You’re just another weak dumb bitch who’s in the way of me and winning!”
Barbie had no real fighting experience when it came down to it, but she had a mouth and a big pair of… well, big everything. Her dirty talk got the tanned redhead to blush heavily past her fittingly caramel-colored skin.
“I uh… wow. Thanks. Not everyone talks dirty to me like that besides my sister.”
Kara fanned herself off a bit as Barbie furrowed her brow.
“Ooookay. Not the reaction I was expecting but… hya!”
The pudgy ganguro charged at Kara, but the blushing Sweetz girl whipped around. Her broad booty smacked into Barbie’s belly, knocking the wind out of her as she doubled over the cow print-labeled ass.
“OOF! Anybody get the number on that dump truck?” she gagged to herself as Kara found herself fired up by the humiliating talk. She smiled proudly to know she was being such an effectively attractive sub as she started shoving her butt rapidly into Barbie’s stomach, beating her back towards the edge.
“Ooh! Ow! Okay, that does it!” Barbie snapped. She grabbed Kara’s cowprint bottoms and pulled up on them, wedging them between her chubby cheeks. The redhead shrieked out as the dyed blonde grinned to herself. Apparently pulling on their bikini didn’t count as attacking with your hands.
“Gotcha now! Eat this!”
Barbie swung her plump boobs like wrecking balls into the side of Kara’s face. She stumbled and nearly lost her footing if not for the grip the Asian girl had on her bottoms.
“That’s it! Now off you go!”
Barbie heaved with all her might to lift and throw Karamel off the raft… but only ended up huffing and grunting as she pulled it up deeper into Kara’s butt.
“MMF! Son of a… how do sumo wrestlers make it look so easy?” she gurgled. Realizing what was going on, Kara just swung her hips to one side and tossed Barbie aside. She landed on her knees, just for Kara to shove her fat buns into her face and bop her out over the edge with a scream and a tremendous splash.
“Shit! Oh shit my makeup!” Barbie whined before teleporting away as Kara smiled proudly to herself.
The trio of cowgirls of Netty, Boona and Peggy had their own mayhem going on. Peggy had dropped to her knees, which had the unexpected effect of putting her right on Netty’s level. The cashier rammed into the busty green hybrid, but she proved surprisingly solid. It still knocked her back enough for Boona to drop her boobs on top of Netty’s head, swinging her shoulders down as she knelt to smack them down. Netty grunted and her eyes rolled in a daze before both holstaurs stood and turned to slam their asses, one toned and one plump, into either side of her face.
“UGH! Any… other day… and I’d be down for this,” Netty gurgled breathlessly. The demi-minotaurs swung their hips and finally tossed the conniving carny off the raft, turning back to one another. They were about to face off when Moodere’s shrill scream came ringing out and coming closer. Peggy and Boona looked up to find the monstergirl running towards them in a panic with Bullseye chasing after her.
“Oh gosh! Oh crap!” Moodere blurted, turning warily to see if Bullseye was still after her. The dark-skinned rodeo clown swung her shoulders and smacked her boobs across her face, knocking the sentai monster silly with the usual deep honking noise that came from her boobs.
“Don’t go pittin’ a cow against a cowgirl now!” Bullseye taunted as she tit-smacked Moodere across the face again. The purple-haired monster stumbled to the floor of the raft, sliding off the edge as she tripped over her own hooves. Bullseye watched her proudly tumble off before looking up at the surrounding minotaurs.
“Then don’t be running in the middle of a herd,” Boona laughed as she rushed for Bullseye. The topless clown gave a quick gasp and slipped to the side, letting her crash head first into peggy. Even with their horned heads as solid as they were, two human-minotaur hybrids colliding still knocked each other senseless.
“And don’t think a rodeo clown can’t dodge a bull,” Bullseye quipped back. She thrust her chest into Peggy’s abs, knocking her over before thrusting her butt back into Boona. The adventurer stumbled back and fell to all fours, steadying herself just as Amanda swept in front the side. She leaned over to the taller cowgirl and mashed her chest into Boona’s face. The firmly planted tit smother was a specialty of the sexfighter’s, getting Boona’s eyes to go wide and squirm to try and get out. While Peggy and Bullseye jockeyed for position ramming busts together, Boona finally grabbed Amanda by the hips to shove her away and gasp for air.
“Hoo jeez!” the demi-cow panted. “That was pretty clo-”
“Ahhhh, no touching,” Udera tutted from her podium overhead. There was a sudden noise like a sonic boom as Boona went flying away from the platform, skipping across the water like a stone as she let out a long and startled wail. She smacked boobs first against the wall of the arena before vanishing off to join the rest in the stands.
“And there we have it!” the deity chimed. “Our last four contestants!”
The mother goddess looked them over thoughtfully before conjuring an illusion beside her. Two monitors appeared showing a series of milking machines with large buckets in front of them. The other had a set of mechanical bulls, with particular likeness to bronze statues of bulls rather than the mechanical saddles they usually were. Large dildos were mounted on top of each device pointed upward, clearly meant to be sat on.
“You know, I really was planning on doing two more rounds… but these are all so exciting I don’t know if I can last that long! So let’s merge them into one instead! That way you can all hang out together longer and there can be more than one second place winner!”
The girls looked hesitant but Udera looked thrilled as she snapped her fingers. Peggy, Kara, Amanda and Bullseye suddenly reappeared stripped naked and mounted on the bulls, hips resting just in front of the dildos.
“Whoever can produce the most milk wins!” Udera explained simply as she reappeared in their new location. The room resembled the inside of a southern bar but with lots of Chinese New Year decorations strewn about the walls. The rest of the fallen contestants sat around nearby tables, also naked and watching the spectacle. Large drains and buckets were left strewn about beneath the mechanical bulls.
“Well, may as well enjoy it!” Kitchin chimed. The goblin milf shifted in her chair and reached under her table to start fingering herself.
“That reminds me,” the cow goddess added. “If you cum, you add a multiplier to your score that we’ll be tracking here! So feel free to use those toys to help you out while we handle the milking.”
“And how exactly do we get milked?” Amanda Deeper pried with the same hesitation as before.
A pair of white, elbow length gloves appeared in front of each of them, looking like they belonged on a wealthy duchess at a ball. They cracked their knuckles readily and one of each pair flashed a thumbs up to their goddess host.
“AH! What the fuck!?” Amanda yelped, recoiling from the magical hands.
“What? Don’t tell me I’m the only world that invented magic,” Peggy snorted indifferently. The other girls nodded.
“Technically I don’t consider my making sound effects and the fact that my mime coworker has an actual invisible bicycle to be magic,” Bullseye confessed.
“I was too excited to care,” Karamel sighed, drooling and glassy-eyed as she stared at the large strapon and hands just waiting to grope her. “But I don’t lactate. Is that a problem?”
Udera snapped her fingers and she felt a slight increase to the weight in her already heavy breasts. The other girls squirmed as they all seemed to go up a cup size over a few seconds.
“Not anymore it’s not!” Udera chimed helpfully. “Now ready?” Set? Moooo~!”
“Boy is she cute,” Brittany giggled, crossing her legs as the hands suddenly went to work. The clown, sexfighter, holstaur and camgirl found the silky gloves grabbing them each by the tits, kneading the busty girls while pinching around their areolas. With just a few tugs the girls were squirming and moaning as milk started to run from their nipples. The streams of white ran down their breasts and bellies or abs (depending on their build) into the assorted buckets and drains beneath them. The scoreboard on one of the large TVs in the mismatched bar started to rapidly tally up scores.
“Looks like a nice healthy start for all the girls,” Udera narrated. “Everyone do your best and the winner will become Miss Year of the Ox!”
“Oh this is so hot!” Kara squeaked, the chubby sub starting to bounce in place. Her boobs and belly jiggled but the hands still persistently kept at her. “Milk me, mistress~! Ooh, harder please! AH~~~!”
She squealed even louder as the gloved responded in kind, squeezing her plump jugs hard enough to mold them out of shape to their fingers and firmly pulling out more. Kara let out a wavering moan as she shifted her hips forward, mounting the strapon with glee.
“Shit, these things go harder?” Peggy grunted. “Gimme all you got, ladies.”
One of the holstaur’s gloves slapped either side of her tits, getting her to jump. They clamped around her nipples and started to make longer, harder pulls with more strength than the silky gloves appeared to possess.
“Hot damn,” she breathed with an unusual unsteadiness about her. Her muscular legs squeezed around the mechanical bull as she started to rub her hips against its dildo. “Bout time somebody wasn’t afraid to treat me a little rough.”
“No, but lower,” Amanda advised expertly. The girl hadn’t studied sexual competition and anatomy for a large chunk of her life with a rack like hers without knowing how to milk a girl.
“Really go for the mammary, not just the nipple.”
“Hell yea! Giddyup!” Bullseye encouraged loudly. The thick black clown had mounted her bull’s dildo and was bouncing heatedly. Her thick legs clung to it firmly, her ass making the sound of a connecting slapstick as it clapped on the ride and her breasts honked and whistled comically as the gloves went to work on her. The soft and malleable clown was the first to hit her orgasm, tensing up and crying out as she gushed a clear wave of cum over her seat.
“That’s the way! Everybody knows clown girls have more fun, ladies!” Bullseye gloated as her score skyrocketed. Kara wasn’t far behind in her own horny haze, her belly and breasts slapping together as the chubby redhead rode it like she wasn’t even aware of the contest in her cloud of lust.
“Come on, basic approach,” Amanda coached herself. “Right up and in, couple degrees away then back again… FFF! ” she hissed under her breath as she finally shuddered through an orgasm. She gripped the bull tightly and tried to catch up, her focus split between her overworked boobs and grinding her clit on the dildo.
“Rrgh! Come on, you dumb thing!” Peggy snapped. The gothy holstaur thumped her fist on the mechanical bull.
“Not my fault you got these shitty human-sized sex toys when I could use a real WHOAAAKAY!”
Peggy’s eyes lit up as the dildo nearly doubled in size. The towering and sturdy goth got a rare look of actual pleasure on her face as it swelled up inside her. For dealing with a lot of human-sized customers, she was glad to finally have someone (or something) minotaur-sized inside her. Her head rolled and she let out a long groan that shifted into a husky moo as she came over her mount. Her juices not only gushed out but her udders squirted heavily in a thick stream, rapidly shooting up her score.
“Not my fault you guys are all monsters and clowns,” Amanda muttered as she saw herself falling behind. She glanced at Kara who was just humping and jiggling rapidly as she panted with every breath, loving being used and humiliated before and audience.
“And whatever her deal is…”
The girls went on riding and lactating a few more minutes before a hierarchy started to make itself clear. Peggy started out strong but got over the shock of the sex toy, starting to fall behind leaving Kara and Bullseye in the lead. The rodeo clown then shifted her position, turning away from her toy and leaning forward to stick her big ass out before taking her dildo up her ass. She moaned and bounced her hips harder and faster as she took it up the ass, her booty making loud beeping noises like a dump truck backing up with every shake. She let out a long, husky giggle as she squirted hard, just to toy with her clit and cum again another few seconds later.
“Told you girls. Don’t pit a cow ‘gainst a cowgirl,” the clown teased confidently as she started to keep up her combination of clit teasing and anal play.
Peggy growled and glanced towards Kara, who was moaning and drooling but keeping up her pace regardless of how tired the camgirl looked. Like even her exhausted and sweaty state made her feel lower and hornier.
“Okay, fuck that bitch. Shrink it back down,” Peggy huffed. She grunted as she hopped off her sex toy and stepped around the various messy milk pails.
“If I can’t win, I can sure make her not loose.”
“Ah ah! You can’t harm or fight anyone else to hinder them. I should have mentioned,” the goddess warned, materializing near Peggy.
“I ain’t hurtin’ anybody,” Peggy said, cracking her knuckles as her muscles bulged. “I’m helping. C’mere, tubby.”
Peggy slapped Kara on the ass, leaving a large handprint behind. The already beat-red redhead gave a shrill shout, quivering and squirting a quick orgasm between her chubby thighs. They clenched around the bull before spreading her legs again, raising her hips to ask for more.
“You want more, you chunky little cunt?” Peggy asked with a grim smirk.
“Yes, mommy! Fuck yes~! Use me and embarrass me like a good moomoo~!”
“Sure. Why not?” Peggy shrugged and started groping Kara all over. Her strong hands took over fingering her clit while she rode the strapon, spanking her ass and breasts. Her body shivered and relaxed in her blissful horniness of being felt up by the buff stranger, her own leaking boobs running down her back. Kara seemed to never stop quivering, drooling over her breasts and belly as her eyes seemed stuck open staring into space. Her score shot up wildly as even her tits leaked out faster in her horny, ready to breed state.
Even Amanda watched with her jaw dropped as Peggy bent her playmate’s head over backward and kissed her deeply, shoving a thick cow tongue down her throat. Kara shivered and came hard enough that she toppled over backward, her cum-soaked dildo popping out of her as she fell into Peggy’s brawny arms squirting all over one more time.
“Okay, fuck!” Peggy grunted, eyes widening again. She stumbled trying to hold up the pudgy girl soaked in cum and milk, falling over into a few of the milk-filled jugs and making a further mess of herself.
“She is actually heavier than I thought! What do they feed you!?”
Kara just mumbled witlessly, her eyes rolling and babbling as she drooled over herself in a submissive and fucked silly state that left her basically paralyzed.
“She works on a candy review stream,” Udera pointed out helpfully. “But that’s time, ladies! So looking at the scoreboard… close, but Karamel is the winner! Congrats to the new Miss Year of the Ox!”
The plump redhead vanished and reappeared, cleaned up and strong enough to stand on some shaky knees. She had a cowbell around her neck, a tiara with some fake cow ears and horns and a cow print thong put on her wide hips. A sash hung around her bare chest simply reading “HAPPY MOOOO 2021”
The other contestants clapped and cheered to varying levels of enthusiasm. Kara blinked back to her senses and looked around, waving with a blushing smile.
“Oh wow! Thanks a lot everybody. Especially you, miss all beef~!” Kara smiled and waved flirtily to Peggy, the one girl she’d met buffer than her big sister Kat. Peggy pursed her lips and avoided her direct gaze, looking over to Bullseye instead to flip her off.
“So? What’s she win?” Barbie demanded.
“Yea, what’s gives?” Shooting Star piped up. “What’s she get?”
“Well she showed exemplary endurance, submissive nature, milk, curves and urge to mate… all noble qualities of the cow. As for a prize…”
Udera flourished her hands and numerous tables of large tubs of ice cream appeared.
“Ice cream party for everyone! Way to be good sports about all this before I send you back to your dimensions!”
“Ooh! Sweets!” Kara gushed, hurrying over. “Perfect. I feel like I burned off a few pounds just from that last round alone.”
“Do I want to ask where you got this milk from?” Amanda asked, eying up the suddenly empty milk jugs that were left out.
“Oh man, if you’re not drinking people milk, you’re missing out!” Netty insisted as she ran in and started scooping herself a bowl. “The literal and figurative stuff.”
The girls let themselves go, mingling with one another as they had what was basically a happy, naked sleepover. They stuffed themselves like pigs as the cowgirls swapped stories, drank spiked milkshakes and had playful wrestling matches to pass the night away, looking to start the new milky year right.