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It shores me up, giving me strength to continue to hunch down on all fours. Once the men are done, Vrokjan slides back into his chair and tugs on the leash. “Now then, I have to get ready for my day. You’ll be out in the field with the other cows. When it’s lunchtime, I’ll bring you back in for food and milking.”

He leads me over to the communal area and gathers my gloves and knee pads. We’re both silent as he readies me for the day. Anxiety eats at me, but I know I’ll have Fiona.

When he spreads my ass cheeks to check on the tail, I can’t help the soft moan vibrating through my throat. He chuckles as he tugs and pushes the plug at my opening. Again, I find no discomfort and only pleasure at his actions. Perhaps my body is finally getting used to everything.

His firm hands then rub a lotion on my skin, no doubt to help shield me from the suns. Even now, I feel their heat as they rise in the sky. Once I’m how he wants me, he takes me to a door and urges me out in the field.

The day stretches on in agonizing slowness. It’s a mind-numbing boredom that doesn’t even give me the luxury of overthinking. All I want to do is bask in the suns and be a cow.

Every now and then, the machine comes to life, stretching me out as it torments my clit. At this point, I lose count of how many times I’ve orgasmed today. Perhaps it’s for the best. It keeps me in this languid state where nothing and no one else matters.

Honestly, the only bit of excitement happens when I feel the need to go to the bathroom. This time, it’s not just to pee. Hobbling my way over to the door, I paw at it with my hoof. I have no concept of time, and I’m not sure when Vrokjan will be back to get me for lunch.

All I know is the pressure in my breasts has been building again, and now it’s to the point of discomfort. I moo at the door, not sure what else I can do. With my hands gloved as they are, I can’t turn the latch.

I wriggle in place as I wait for it to open. When Vrokjan steps out, I nearly sag in relief. I moo in earnest, doing my best to convey my discomfort. Gathering me in his arms, he takes me into the house.

“Are you okay?” The concern on his face is sweet.

“I- I have to go to the bathroom.”

He frowns for a moment. “There’s a patch of grass you can pee on and a water feature that will clean you. You don’t have to wait for me.”

My cheeks heat as I duck my head. “It’s not that one.”

“Ahh.” Taking the steps two at a time, he takes me into the bedroom and sets me on the bed.

He makes quick work of my tail and the orgasm machine before bringing me back into the bathroom. A soft whine claws at my throat as humiliation washes over me. Peeing was bad enough, but this?

This time, however, he presses his hand against the wall and a small cubical pops out. Thankfully, he allows me to do this part by myself. My hooves stay on, making me worried about how I’m going to clean up.

But once I’m finished, water sprays out, making me pristine. I sit there until it’s done, trusting it knows when I’m clean. When I walk back into the bedroom, another bowl of food waits for me at the bed.

Vrokjan hooks up the tubes to my breasts, draining me as I eat. Blessed relief runs through me as I bury my face in the bowl. While I eat, he inspects me before sliding in my tail and the machine once more.

I should be embarrassed, but I can’t even think as it whirs to life, forcing yet another orgasm out of me. Slumping over onto the bed, I allow it to take over, writhing as I cry out in pleasure.

He takes me back out to the field to rest with Fiona while he finishes up for the day. By the time he brings me back inside, I can barely crawl with how rubbery my legs feel. So many orgasms they blend into each other, creating a euphoric haze in my mind.

Normally, I’m the type to only get off maybe once a week. Double that if I’m extra horny. I wasn’t prepared for the constant bombardment of pleasure. I don’t mind it though. It keeps the pain and regret at bay.

CHAPTER 20

VROKJAN

Two Earth weeks later.

The suns rise, casting their golden light over the fields. The beauty and splendor never cease to amaze me. However, it pales in comparison to the magnificent cow sleeping by my side.

My lips ease up into a soft smile as I study her, my gaze drifting over her bountiful curves. Soon, I’ll be able to fuck her, to hold her in my arms as I pound into her pussy. She fits my body so well already. Having her this way will be the very pinnacle of perfection.

Her breath hitches as I run my fingers down the swell of her hip, but she doesn’t wake up. In fact, the soft snores continue to pour from her lips in earnest. I’ve never fully understood how Earthlings can sleep so deeply. I envy that about them.

Pushing myself away from the warm bed, I start my daily routine. I allow her to continue sleeping, knowing every minute is precious to her. Even though it’s been fourteen daily cycles, Jessica still struggles with the early start of the day.

If milking her wasn’t a factor, I might be persuaded to indulge her, allowing her to sleep the day away. That right there is a testament to just how deeply she’s already burrowed her way into my heart. With other cows, I didn’t care.

The moment they were supposed to rise, I forced them awake. With Jessica, it almost hurts to disturb her in this way. I find so many things enchanting about her. Each sigh, every little quiver of her body as I bring her to another orgasm, and the soft moans flitting from her lips endear me to her further, entwining us.