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monsterfuxkermarya · 10 months

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Ok, so I’m thinking some form of a hucow, but instead of her getting helpless almost everyday from the need to be milked it grows and grows and once a month she needs to be put in her place or “grounded” and milked by her super awesome partner who always just happens to be smarter than her.

Poor girlie just keeps on forgetting when that time of the month is! She just can’t seem to remember the first night of the month her sweet sweet parter has to get her onto her hands and knees and put her in her place! She’s so grateful that her parter remembers, she doesn’t even want to think about what would happen if she just started leaking in public..

And that’s just what her partner does!! She’ll never have to think when he’s around! All she has to do is get hooked up to her little pump and get absolutely and completely dominated and bred by her partner. Maybe they go multiple rounds hoping that the more they breed and ground her the more satiated she’ll be. It never works like that, a little cow such as herself is never satisfied from one night!

Or maybe one day they do forget, and little girlie wants to say something but doesn’t know what, but the two of them sure do remember quickly when she starts moaning in the movie theater the next day! She’s squirming in her seat, breasts udders leaking slowly but starting to pick up in speed, and all she wants is to sit on her partners cock and go a few rounds in the back of a movie theater. Her partner, not all too excited about this idea - being quite the recluse in public and only going to the movies because it’s a movie both of them have been waiting for - knows he’ll have to ground her here and let her leak until they get home.

So he moves his precious little mooing mess into his lap and let her grind and grind, almost feeling the wetness of her increasingly loosening pussy on his crotch. The movie is loud, they don’t have to worry about being heard yet. He unzips his pants and pull his cock out, knowing there was a way around this if they had remembered to do this last night.

Little moo moo can’t help herself when she feels her partner get himself out of their jeans, she just has to ride! That’s all good little cow sluts do! The pretty pink dress she wore to see Barbie has a small, almost noticeable wet stain where she’s been pushing herself against her partner.

“Shh shh little miss, we don’t want everyone else knowing we forgot to milk you, now do we?” He asks, knowing the both of them are going to be panting moaning messes in less than five minutes.

He’s never seen this as a task, more as another thing to share interest in with his partner. Neither of them care to do this in public, but they know that if they don’t ground her she’ll be crying from pain soon. And little cows such as herself should never be in pain!

So he slides her semi-ruined panties down and puts them in her matching pink purse (that is, of course, cow print with maybe some sparkles - the two of them saw it when they were out shopping and she just had to have it — “it matches with me! Oh please can you get it for me?” — he could never say no to her, just like right now) and line up with her slick and loose cunt, knowing she’s like a bitch in heat ready to be bred right now. As he slides in they know she’ll be loud (of course she’s loud, he thinks, she’s just a stupid little cow begging to be bred. But she’s been so good, so sweet and obedient lately, they counter, oh fuck it, it’s one time, she’ll just be grateful she’s not in pain after this), but he’s just happy that she’s getting the help she needs. He goes down until it’s skin against skin, the little moo moo whimpering in relief knowing she’s got her boyfriend who will always look out for her. She was thinking, earlier, when it was just a pair of sore udders and not accompanied by a heat and wetness in her cunt, that she was a little sad her partner forgot last night.

But now, sitting on her partners cock, dress shoved up, hair disheveled, udders flowing with milk like a leaky pipe, she only has a few select thoughts repeating in her head: I love my partners cock! Please squeeze my udders! Oh please breed me! Make me a mommy!!! Give me little calves to love! Let me give them the milk they need, be their daddy, cock - udders - milk - babies - cock - cock cock cock cock cock cock!!!!!!

A few people walk in, he has to put a hand over her mouth to keep the delectable whimpers in. He stops moving inside her, knowing it’ll only make her more needy, getting what she wanted and needed only for it to stop. She wiggles around in his lap, getting some sort of friction and heat from doing that - not all of what she got before, but enough for a minute or too.

She wants more!!! It’s so unfair that a cute little moo moo such as herself isn’t getting her udders squeezed and her pussy pounded and her clit teased! That’s what he always does to her, why isn’t he doing it now!!!!!!

But as the new people settle in, he slowly rolls his hips into her, letting her know he knows her pain. All he wants to do is pound her, squeeze her heavy and swollen udders and let her know she’s okay. He lets his hand on her mouth drop to one udder and the other that was on her hips move up to the other. He really doesn’t want to make a large mess, he hates messes (oh but damnit she needs to be milked, and she’s already leaking pretty badly.. What the hell, when they come to clean they’ll think we spilled some piña colada slush or something, she just needs her udders milked now) but she’s so desperate and so cute he just can’t not milk her! So his hands lightly squeeze around, firm and assertive, and starts to squeeze down on her swollen udders.

And oh does she gush! She’s whimpering and squirming in her seat - his lap - and just so so happy she’s finally getting milked! He picks up the pace, increasing from a slow roll to a decently-paced rhythm - thank god for whatever little song was playing in the movie (was it PinkPantheress? He couldn’t care, and for sure she didn’t care - just thank PinkPantheress)

The little gasps from her mouth - an angelic choir to him - get a little louder. He almost wants to start telling her the things he tells her at home when they do this:

“Come on little moo moo, why don’t you talk for me? Use that cute little mouth for something important for once, yeah? Come on, daddy’s close, so so close, I want you to come with me, come with me babygirl, come moo for me, tell me how much you love it!”

And Maybe he does, maybe it’s a condensed version of what he normally says, something like “come on babygirl, moo for daddy, let the entire goddamn theater know your getting milked of everything you are, come on little moo moo”

And does she start mooing, maybe a little louder than she should? Yes, she’s mooing a goddam cow in heat - exactly what she is in the moment and exactly how the entire movie theater sees her. She’s almost bouncing on his cock, begging him to finish milking her udders and begging for him to spill his milk in her. Give her the calves she so desperately wants.

Although she isn’t done being milked, he knows that she’ll finish leaking in no time, and so he moves his hands to the underside of her thighs - soft and delicious (if they were at home he would’ve marked up her neck and thighs, letting her and the world know she belongs to them - she’s just a little breeding toy that begs to be milked and begs to be played with), plump with how well he takes care of her. He gets a firm grip and moves her thighs inward, locking her in what is almost a mating press (If only I could just get on top of her, he thinks, but whatever, she’s satisfied). She squeals in just an octave higher than normal, and the second that squeal leaves her mouth he knows that the two of them are probably caught. But at this point he doesn’t care, he just wants to breed his pretty little heifer.

He picks up the pace, pounding into her. They just need to finish and leave - if they leave her without a solid finish, god knows what hell he’d have to put up with on the car-ride home. He’s close anyway, both of them are, he feels himself losing control and he can feel her squeezing around his cock tighter than before. She’s close, she’s so close, she just needs a hand on her clit and a hand on an udder and she’ll be screaming like an opera singer. And maybe he does just that, move a hand to fondle her empty udders and the other to play with her swollen, neglected, and abused clit.

And to him, she sounds better than any opera, any orchestra, any piece of music ever made.

She’s squealing like a pig (ironic for a little cow, he thinks) and leaking from her udders and gushing slick everywhere. She hasn’t had a good thought in a while, maybe that’s a good thing - she doesn’t have to deal with the people whispering about her. All she wanted was to see Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling today, and she got that and her brains fucked out - literally and figuratively - so if she has any thoughts, they’re all about her and her udders and they’re finally empty and her cunt is so warm for her partner and her thighs are so soft and she’s gonna be a mommy cow in a few months and her milk will be finally put to use and and and-

Her little thoughts are cut off when she feels him emptying his balls in her, she squeals a little louder at the feeling of being full.

“Oh, oh babe!” Is the first thing that comes out of her mouth that’s coherent - it’s the easiest thing for her. He smirks, head in the crook of her neck, panting loudly into her ear, letting her know he enjoys this as much as she does - he gets as much pleasure out of this as she does.

“… Sorry for not milking you last night, hun” is the only response she gets, along with a few kisses to the neck. She relaxes back for a minute, letting a few things settle in (her breath, for one, and the cum in her second, and maybe, just maybe, an actual thought or two that isn’t about her udders?). After a second or two she whispers to him.

“Can, can we uhhh, like, go home?”

“You don’t wanna finish the movie pretty girl?”

“I just wanna go home and curl uppppp please? Please daddy?”

And he can’t say no when she calls him daddy or uses those doe eyes of hers. The only thing really hindering them is the cock in her cunt and the mess around them.

So he pulls out, much to her dismay, and she’s left to watch his cum slowly seep out of her. She lifts a finger to stuff it back in, knowing she has no way of keeping her partner in her.

He cleans up as best he can - in this case, he helps her put her panties back on, smoothen her hair out, and readjust her pretty pink little dress. The heels she chose to wear (pink stilettos with glitter of course!) are not helping her at all - she looks like a newborn calf (what she hopes to have a few months time, the two of them think). He wraps an arm around her and the two hobble on out, ignoring the stares they get in the process.

In broad daylight, the dress is almost ruined. Wet stains from when she was grinding against their thigh, wet trails down the front, a small sweat stain in the middle of the back. God, how was she gonna fix her dress?

That’s a thought for future her, obviously. Or her boyfriend.

And as they got into the car and drove off, all she could think of was him - his hands, his hair, his body, how nice he was to her, how he went out of his way to get flowers at least once a month, god she loved him.

And maybe, next month or month or two later she notices her period doesn’t come, and maybe her udders aren’t as swollen and she doesn’t need to be grounded, just milked. Even then it’s only for a few minutes, not the minimum thirty minutes it usually takes. The two of them get concerned, maybe she takes a pregnancy test, and maybe it comes back positive. All she thinks is

OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod I’m gonna be a mommy!

And when he hears her squeals and giggles from the bathroom, he all but tackles her - this was never planned, but the two had no objections. Neither of them can wait for their little calves to be running around!

Creds to @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the dividers ♡

Part 2 ??? Maybe possibly ???

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