Milk Magic 4: Heart of the Farm

By Mikka Blane

Erin is back home from her mission to Greendale, and happy to be back with Paul. She's now back in her old environment, her old apartment and job, but things... feel different. But the assassins are still after her!

For her safety she is taken to a farm, the same one Paul has been visiting. Paul's been going to this same farm while she's been gone and still seems to know more about her than she does. Even with how much she's learned, and changed.

There are restrictive rules though, different social rules, but Cows who immediately feel like family. News comes to her that Paul got hurt, and she is stuck on the farm for a while!

Will Erin learn what it is to be a Cow on a farm, and that she might not hate it? Will she ever be free of them? Or find a way to be more than just a Cow?
Or will she be stuck there, forever treated only like a Cow, restricted from using magic, most of her brain, and being treated more like she needs to be coddled than listened to?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mikka Blane
• Release date: Apr 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005054250

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Section 1: Led Home

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Chapter 01: Finally Back Home

I had found my daggers in a cave back in what felt like a lifetime ago. I’d had them since then. I’d had them through so many fights, even fights with Demons. Those blades being the only reason I think I was still alive.

I’d had them throughout my Agency career as well. I still reached for them sometimes, and they weren’t there now. And I’d lost them, when I’d still even been a full Human. I’d been a man too, how odd is that? I could almost not remember not having boobs, and I’d had to get used to them again each time they’d grown, but to not have them… was odd. I wonder… I wonder if I had those blades still, if I could keep them as I was now? If not, would he take them as his own? That felt almost not wrong, but they were mine! I just… don’t know anymore, which of my feelings there was real?

I remember that place too. It was a dusty cave, but with such elaborate calligraphy work on the walls. The inking had been in an almost glowing silver and was written like a drawing.

Two of us had been led to that cave by a rat like Mon’Thal named Sejour. I didn’t know what race exactly, and it hadn’t mattered then.

Raule Jones was the other guy’s name.

I had almost forgotten.

We’d met as we’d both been trekking across the state up north, then we traveled sort of together. It was a wild area and since we both were on sort of the same mission, to learn what we could, we camped together.

Sejour had led us to his cave, which smelt of old fruit and wild living.

There we’d learned from him what he could teach us, a few small spells, now, but big then, on not just how to create light, but to do it with depth. It didn’t sound too important, but everything you learned led to better technique, and a more intimate knowledge of how it all worked. The texts he had were more important too, ones that told of battles with the Demons. Techniques the Elves used to fight them, even being pure magical users as they were versus the anti-magic that was the Demons. They had used weapons, crafted specifically for that job too.

I’d wandered one evening through a small cave and somehow I’d ended up in another cave system. There I’d seen the cave paintings that drew me in from the entrance, and they pulled me along until I found it.

I still dreamed about that last painting, the lotus flower, and I still felt guilty about the wooden case that fell apart as I opened it. I wondered how it had survived this long, but then I found them and I remembered my excitement.

My silver daggers with the blue etched lines going down them to the tip, and that little squiggle, like a face, near the jade hilt.

I know if I found some just like them in a cave somewhere that my excited reaction would be… different, as it seemed in hindsight that my reaction had been a bit muted. The world seemed so different now, which could be just me I guess?

* *

I felt the jostle to my entire body and opened my eyes.

I’d fallen asleep and the world was moving around me. Was I still on the train? No, then where was I?

I felt the warmth of the person my head was resting on now though, and I looked up to see him smiling down at me.

He whispered his loving question, Sleep well?

I felt my entire body tingle as I saw his face and felt where the rest of him was touching the side of me.

He smiled back as he added, Good nap?

I had no idea how long I’d slept but I nodded and only whispered back, Hi.

It had been too long since I’d seen him! His gorgeous face, his deep black eyes and black hair. His arm was wrapped over my shoulders, holding me to him as well, so I felt my right breast pushed against him, and she was filled with happiness!

I remembered just melting into him at the train station. I remember an attendant chastising him for something about me and I had felt bad but my attention was totally on him, even if he hadn’t been herding me then. I remember that he had offered to milk me.

Oh fuck! I could only barely breathe now as my heart was filled again with love. And my breasts filled with warmth again, but this time from the back, and I already felt them becoming active.

I heard a snicker and looked over to see a man smiling at me. I didn’t know him. I looked to Paul in worry and… direction. I felt overly passive in that action, but it made sense, as he’d been the one to arrange this… he’d know who that was.

But I did feel… unnerved. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep and I knew what I looked like right now. Rough from the train ride, and I wonder just how much of my breasts he might have seen already!

Paul moved my hair from the side of my face near him as he said, It’s okay, he’s okay.

I nodded, feeling the comfort of his touch and body against mine once again. It really felt like my entire body fit with his like a puzzle piece, and perhaps even needed his.

He wrapped around me so nicely, so manly and powerful, and I felt protected. My breast fit against his flat chest perfectly too, and I could feel the nice warmth of him soaking into me. But now I felt cooler everywhere else and I wanted… to feel his warmth on the rest of me.

My Paul said, This is Matt, one of the security men from IMAN.

Okay. This man was here to protect us then? I nodded my understanding and then looked over the security guy.

He had a really square face and thick nose, he looked tough. I sniffed, and smelt… nothing?

Why did I smell nothing out here?

Oh right, my nose ring.

That wasn’t what I was used to.

In the enclave it had been necessary, but now that I was back in the city it was feeling odd. I guess that I was used to smelling things more out here, and it now felt like a hindrance.

I turned to Paul to ask, Can I take this off?

What? You don’t mean your collar do you?

No. Not that! I shook my head. I would never even think to ask to remove that! No, I wasn’t asking for that at all!

That new metal one was staying where he’d put it of course! Was that option even real? Could it be? That didn’t seem right, if so?

He nodded as a small smile slipped to his lips and spread to mine as I pushed against him more, letting him feel more of me and my softness.

I touched the cool metal hanging from my nose, picturing it again, the thick metal seemingly covering my nostrils and how it fell to cover the front of my upper lip. This.

Your nose ring?

I nodded and asked, Yeah, can I remove this?

Why?

I smiled at him, as he was asking why, not that I couldn’t… which felt nice of him to even offer! As of course he didn’t need to even do that if he had already determined that he wanted it.

I asked to make sure it would be fine with me to do still, There are no Elves here right?

As I really wanted to be able to smell the people around me, and I could practically taste how much I wanted to smell him, my man.

He nodded then said, Oh, yeah sure. Go ahead, you can turn it off now.

Thanks, I smiled and reached up and touched the large metal ring that hung down from my septum to my mouth. It was a thick ring of metal but at least it was warmed by my body, mostly by the part of my upper lip that felt swollen and pushed outward and upwards to my fingers as I touched there to get it.

Just don’t remove it or that other one, the one you have in the side of your nose.

I don’t know why I’d remove the little blue gem there anyhow, as it was small and cute. And wait… why did he want me to continue to wear a nose ring like this, especially since it served no purpose when it was turned off?

I wonder if I could wear as smaller one as this one looked so… well, big, and felt… obvious. Almost like a sign on my face of what I was, and even hinted at what other creature wore them as I could definitely picture the more animal cow wearing it!

But now I could smell Mon'Thal from the guys around us. I couldn’t quite tell what type, but I knew not to ask as I didn’t want to get punished… or… um… upset him? Them? No that was right. I’d be punished if I forgot that it was rude to ask that question. Punished so that I’d learn not to do it again.

So I asked instead my other curiosity, IMAN has security?

Matt nodded, Sure do, sweetie-pie.

I smiled at him and the look on his face like I was adorable. That always made me feel it more so. I was already twirling the hair that fell off my head on the other side from Paul as I asked, Did it always?

And I felt cuter for doing that, and the type of look I got increased, as it always did.

He smiled as he said, It is new, and actually a real cross species department, just like the unit your owner belongs to.

Owner? The van went over a bump and I heard metallic noises under my chin. I opened my mouth to say that I wasn’t owned but closed it as I remembered, those were my tags making those noises, and they were visible to everyone right now.

There were four of them hanging well above the large, triangle cowbell that lay on my skin down to my cleavage. And all of that hung off my silver, rounded metal collar that went tightly around my neck, sealed there by Paul. And the rules he’d put on it for me to follow.

Though three of those small triangular tags, the three silver ones, all had text written on them about me being a Cow, the blue one that sat above them said that I was owned. For work, and we’d talked about that and him getting rid of that stuff.

But it still clearly said his company name and that I was labeled as milking by lease only, with my darling’s cell number listed as the contact number. Still, in effect, that tag claimed him as owning my milk, and I was a Cow, so it was almost redundant, but I wasn’t sure that was right, it was definitely all weird.

So I just smiled at the security guy. He was Mon'Thal and knew what I was and what normally went on with my kind.

I then looked back up at Paul who smiled at me, knowing what I just avoided correcting of course. Then he nodded and said, They needed a force per the changes, and well, I decided that we needed them with what was going on.

I sighed, upset. The source of the assassins hasn’t been found?

It’ll be fine though dearest.

Right. I nodded. I was here now, and I would help track down this mess, stop them and find the source, eliminate it if necessary.

But… would he let me help now? He hadn’t before… but I was part of the company… but… w-would any of them let me be that anymore?

We went over a bump and I realized that I hadn’t even noticed that Paul wasn’t driving us like normal. There were two guys in the front? Were they just like Matt was? They all were wearing the same sort of outfit, so yeah.

Through the front window I could see another van just like the ones I’d remembered from the airport when they’d picked me and my three bags up. So now I needed to know a very important thing, which van had my milker?

Matt looked down at the jingling noises, but below the bell and tags I felt wiggling as they hung below my chin. I was a Cow, and I knew that my chest was particularly interesting because of not just its over stuffed size, but also the way it pushed straight out, that unnaturally Cow like way it looked almost like it floated, as well as the important cargo that I could be carrying inside it.

There were more jingling noises though from out there, which had to be coming from my nipples, which was fine, as I was a Cow and needed them there. At least in the Enclave.

Yet here in the city they were supposed to be covered, as I remembered the guy at the train station complaining about when I arrived, and was not following that rule.

But did I still have those thumb sized, cow pattern, and cow bell nipple weights as well as the tags there on me? I had no way of seeing them right now, as I had no mirror, and they were probably covered up by my shirt.

I did feel what I think was them against my skin as they jingled together again at the next bounce, those blue, triangular metal tags clinked against the bells too, adding to the noises I made just by existing!

Paul had left the tags and bells there? I thought… I thought that guy at the train station had told him to dress me better for here? Or was my shirt still… it had been ripped, had we fixed it, or was it still leaving my nipples exposed?

I looked to Paul for guidance on what I should be doing. Do I let this guy stare at me? Was it even something I should worry about? They were boobs, so private, but… were they that way for me? I was a Cow. And, I didn’t know what he wanted me to do.

But that didn’t help as he wasn’t even looking at me. I didn’t want to be annoying and intrusive either as I tried to get his attention and felt more like I was just looking at him, waiting for him.

Matt asked, The company owns her or…?

Paul asked with a grin, Should I have named my company, Paul Grimes Inc? Instead of just Grimes Inc?

I nodded. It was weird because that was his father’s last name, and so it was extra weird to me. My milk… my milk works were not for his father.

Paul didn’t see my nod and it looked like he didn’t even notice me here still?

Matt wasn’t looking at me either as they were talking, not even a glance to include me in this social interaction? It felt like I was just a random person standing nearby and not part of this at all, so not allowed to make my opinion known!

I still think that he should have made it more obvious who’s company it was, as it apparently wasn’t just confusing to me. And I was a Cow! Which… never mind, I guess that made me the lowest denominator, not the highest here. And I… really wasn’t part of this conversation – but, I guess that was fine.

Matt smirked back, Right. Okay boss.

So that was settled, or not settled, but everything was okay now? Wait… when he said ‘owns her’ it really did seem like Paul said I was, at the very least he didn’t deny it! And what did they think that I nodded at? It was very inopportune timing if I was trying instead to object. Did I mean to do that? Was it too late to say anything? It seemed it and I didn’t want to intrude.

I blushed, now with Paul just saying that, and me not actively denying it, Matt would absolutely think that I was!

The jingling tags on my nipples did say Grimes, Inc But still! I was my own Cow, right? Wasn’t I? Paul?

I could still have my own things, right? He’d let me, wouldn’t he? Or would I have to beg and ask him for even basic things now? Though actually it was a bit embarrassing but I sort of did that, a little, as he told me already what to eat? What else could he control? My milkings? He did. My clothing? Well he hadn’t fixed my shirt yet! Um, but I don’t know, and even still! That wasn’t fair if he did!

Hey! I gasped as I turned my head to face Paul. My ears also jingled a lot from the many tags I had there as well! How many ear tags did I have hanging next to my earrings now? Did I want to know? Was it more than the four that hung from my collar? I felt more than saw the shadow of the chain that had to be going from my nose ring to ear now too.

I felt… okay. Normal about all this jingling noise and decoration really. It was pretty. Though the new bracelet and anklet on my left side were still weird to feel on my skin, probably because they were newer. They were also oddly not metal and jingling. They were more of a silky fabric like material, but more like a plastic. Not that I’d worried about them either when he’d sent them and my landlady had put them on me.

And still, I was used to being this noisy with these pretty decorations, which before… in that other life, I’d have been disturbed to be decorated or making noises like this.

And then I asked, So if Adan’s new company isn’t called Grimes Inc, what is it called?

It had been just ‘the company’ in quiet circles for so long, but now that he was more public and attached to the police, he needed a real name for it, right?

Paul said, No, dear. Grimes Inc is mine.

Yes, but… I nodded and smiled. Oh okay.

I guess I could look later, and really I just wanted him to know everything was fine. But… I wanted to know what the other was called and it felt like he’d dismissed me!

I felt a whine in my throat, but pushed that down even as I was already pushing my already heavier feeling chest into him. As my breasts warmed for him more, I hoped that I wasn’t doing this to get him to answer me, was I? I shouldn’t do that of course, as it was manipulative. No, I believe that I just wanted this contact more than anything, more than being upset, more than knowing the answer to my question, as this contact was more important to me than anything else.

He turned back to Matt, Perhaps I should have renamed it. But it is my family’s name, and since it wasn’t already used… well, it’s mine now.

That sounded so nice, him just reaching out and taking it for his.

I wonder if I would change my name for him? What would the name Erin Grimes, sound like aloud? I really couldn’t do that now… I was already blushing. I don’t know that I could as I’d been Erin Danilova for forever! I wonder if I could keep my old last name as a middle name? That was a weird thought!

Married though Us? Me? That didn’t seem like a me thing to do. But… what if he asked me?

I gasped at another bump and hissed, Can the driver drive more carefully please?

Paul smirked and then looked down as I heard the sniffs from around me.

I smelt it too, milk. I could feel it swelling inside them, and dripping out at each bit of pressure! I huffed. It wasn’t my fault! I was being jostled by this stupid contraption!

Not that I could see the milk dripping, as my enlarged chest was really… curved and swollen looking! And this was quite normal now, as I could feel that the milk had only just started to fill inside me, and I wasn’t quite milk swollen yet.

I couldn’t really feel more than the slightly cool sensation on the very tips of my chest either. Yet the scent was there, so how much had I dripped?

I gasped as I felt how heavy my chest was as it bounced slowly in front of me. It seemed so weighty, but I didn’t really feel like I urgently needed a milking. I looked to Paul and he asked, Erin?

I shrugged. I feel heavy, but not milk full yet. Was that okay? Could we make it home before I had to be milked? I opened my mouth to ask him those things.

Show me your health.

Paul… I gasped as I felt my groin tingle as it did, going numb and then I felt the slightly warm sensation of the drops of urine on my labia!

I was wearing shorts Paul! White shorts! I hadn’t peed myself in so long too! Well, he’d made me pee myself when he’d first greeted me in the port.

That had been in public too! And still my body had reacted. I blushed now in embarrassment for that. Had I stained them then? Had I even noticed when he’d done it? But this felt somehow different! More!

And now I felt those parts again and felt the wetness against my skin from the wet cloth!

I heard more sniffing from the front. They weren’t Orcs, but even so, Mon'Thal could smell that I peed myself! This was more embarrassing than that they could smell milk!

And as if on queue, the passenger up there asked, Did she just pee herself?

He didn’t ask, ‘Who peed?’, nope, they knew it was me. As if it had to be me.

I blushed and hissed again but quietly, Paul!

He smiled and said to them, Sorry guys, just checking the health of my Cow.

Ugh!

He didn’t even apologize to me!

I waited, looking to him as he was checking out his lower arm. Which I was still mad over! Sort of!

That embedded tattoo was dangerous and unnecessary. But now I was curious about what it said about me.

The guy in the front said, Oh, of course.

The driver up front looked like he was a big guy like Matt, what was his name? He looked cute… Yeah, is the poor cutie okay?

Matt nodded as he also asked, "Yeah, is that precious thing okay?

I was a cutie to them, precious and they didn’t get offended about my peeing myself, which was sort of nice, and very nice that they asked and seemed to care about me. I just wished I didn’t smell like pee now! And that they didn’t know I just had.

Paul looked at his lower arm and then reached over and took hold of my breasts! I gasped as he palmed the front of me, grabbing my breasts directly and unceremoniously with his fingers splayed around the tips of my sensitive body! I also heard my tags jingle, and felt them as they were pressed into me. So my nipples felt touched even more. I automatically shuffled to move backwards from that sudden grab to my sensitive and private area! In public!

Erin, stay, he said with a straight face.

Stay! I? I noiselessly gasped as I stopped moving, as I put my butt back on the seat. I could now just breathe, in and out, as I was letting myself be held by the tits with my bottom planted, fixed where it was.

His hands were so warm as he held me still, and I felt each finger touching me, compressing me just slightly, as I gasped again. I blushed as I knew what I sounded like.

I was sitting right on the wet spot of my shorts now though and I tried to move, but I really couldn’t even do that! It was like my muscles refused me! My butt was planted on the seat and there it would stay! I knew this. I didn’t want to force it either as that would lead to certain punishment, or at least uncomfortable feelings that I knew would rise inside me if I pushed it.

He moved his hands underneath those orbs as he felt around the curve of my chest. I felt a deep sensation in those generous curves pulsing outwards as if trying to touch him back. Then good sensations settled through me, warming me with good and full, tingly feelings as he handled me so well.

Even if by the breast!

In semi public as I was in this van with not just him but these three strange men!

He moved closer to me, moving his hands along where their sides dwarfed over the front muscle of my arms. His touch was heaven!

I had to push them out for him to take more of as the tingling sensations overtook me. He still held me to him as he moved backwards towards my ribs, and I giggled when he got to my arm pits. I didn’t move per his insistence before, but I pulled my upper arms inward, to nuzzle behind them, trying to protect myself from those tickles.

But he didn’t touch me more there, or even insist that I should let him, and instead cupped my breasts, making me feel like he was holding me completely.

I could feel the warmth of his arms soaking into the sides of my chest and I settled into his hold, feeling that calmness overtake me.

I sighed happily as I was being surrounded by Paul. His scent, his essence, his touch. His fingers were now touching where my swollen chest met my rib cage, where he traced the hidden crease there made by the sudden change of direction my skin took from those orbs to my much smaller rib cage.

Then he used a bit of pressure there, and I gasped again. And I worried as no milk squirt from me at his direct touch to my milkworks!

I could feel that my nipples weren’t any wetter, and my milkworks didn’t feel ready. They were just… slightly warm and not… off. I wasn’t ready to be milked and even if that made me feel more ready, I wasn’t. That was odd, right?

He nodded at me as he continued to feel the backs of my breasts with his slight finger pressure.

At least we both knew now that the milk on my nipples wasn’t signaling that I was very ready to be milked.

What did those sensations I felt mean though?

I looked at him in question

He nodded, I don’t know yet, Erin.

Okay. I still worried about that oddness, but I could tell that he’d want me to wait a while before I asked again.

Paul then turned and nodded at Matt, saying, She’s a healthy enough Cow yeah.

Matt smiled at him, Good. Good to know we don’t need to worry about the poor girl.

Worry, over me? He was like a stranger to me, so that was so nice of him to care.

I opened my mouth to tell him that I was a good Cow but I didn’t know if Paul wanted me to… to what self? Why would he care if I said that? Or was it whether or not he wanted me to even… speak? I also… if I said that it might sort of sound like I was dumb. I really didn’t know if I wanted to, or if he… well he wasn’t talking to me really, so I chose to stay quiet.

Paul said, She needs to eat better and exercise, but I’ll take care of managing that for her when we get her settled.

He’ll take care of that eh?

I looked to him as he still held me by the breast, and this boy Matt just seemed to be okay with it? I knew that I’d be at least curious if I saw some man holding some woman’s chest like he was mine.

And apparently I was okay with it? As I wasn’t complaining or trying to get him to stop touching my private areas. Of course I wasn’t sure I wanted him to stop! He was so warm and I felt so… well, he had me really good! And I just felt so comfortable and happy right now, and I actually didn’t want to stop feeling that way!

Matt asked, Oh, is she getting a new home?

What! A…? I closed my mouth as Paul squeezed me again and warmth flowed from the back of my chest to my front.

I gasped aloud at feeling my nipples perking up, thickening up with sensitivity. I felt the sensation pulse again from where he was touching me at that curvy edge to my body and again my breasts pulsed and felt sensitive and tingled throughout them!

I looked at him as he looked right in my eyes, and I couldn’t look away as I moaned for him. I felt like I was telling him everything I suddenly needed him to know.

My milk was his when he wanted it.

I was his when he wanted me!

I wanted to tell him with words, but these feelings were too strong, and way too strange to have the words. This was also not the place to be admitting my feelings like that either, not in front of people I didn’t quite know and might work with again?

Oh! If I worked with them again they’d know what my breasts looked like naked! And they all knew that I’d peed my pants!

I felt the air move across that perky nipple too now, as it was still slightly moist feeling as the milk drop was cooling.

Of course the other men here heard me moan like that, but that wasn’t important right now as I continued to be pulled in by his eyes.

Matt asked, Oh that smells good, I wish I could sample her.

I had already pushed out my breasts as Paul looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I blushed as I had done that quite obviously. But he’d have seen that even if he wasn’t still holding me by there.

I almost smirked, as I had also obviously pushed at him at the same time.

Of course, that’s not really why I was apologizing already. Sorry, I didn’t mean it… but, um, can he?

I really hadn’t meant to so obviously offer what I couldn’t just give out! I felt such a strong urge to give my milk though, and both my breasts tingled with anticipatory and good feelings. I waited as I repressed the begging whine on my tongue. It wasn’t for me to give! And I didn’t want to get into real trouble!

His smile went crooked as he said, Well, sure you can. My Cow looks like she’s ready to give it, like a good girl. And she’s already gone ahead and released a drip for you to taste.

It wasn’t like I had control of the drips! I pouted at that, but he said yes! I could hardly wait to feel it!

Paul still held my eyes locked to his. I couldn’t look away even as I felt the other man’s breath move across my nipple! I was so happy, even if I should feel odd perhaps as I was Paul’s girlfriend and he’d just offered up my breast to another man!

I was actually so fine with that though, giving my milk made me feel so good.

My eyes were locked on his, it felt like his beautiful and dark eyes held mine there with a really real force. And being under that commanding look made me feel even warmer and wetter. He looked away and back, but I still looked at him, there was really no where else I wanted to look.

Even as I felt the warmth from this other man’s tongue on my nipple I was focused on Paul. I pushed up my breasts more as it felt like he’d suggested it with a move of his head. And now I was good? I really felt like I was waiting for any signal, suggestion or word of his to tell me what I’d do next.

Paul had all but demanded audibly that I keep my eyes stuck to his. It felt like his will was so strong, and I was completely at the mercy of him, and I wondered if he knew, and could read that through my eyes. Did I want him to? I might… even if that might make things weird.

I sucked in a breath at the good tickling sensation from that nipple. It wasn’t the same as when Paul did it though and I wanted that now. I needed to give him my milk!

Even still, this was good, and I felt the tiny quake of sensation in my breast and the equally sensitive area in my belly as if my chest was directly connected to my vagina.

My eyes were still on Paul’s, as my entire focus was about him right now, and his demanding will.

Wow, she’s good.

I am a good Cow.

Paul nodded at me, as if knowing me and my thoughts, then turned to face him, She sure is. She’s a great Dairy Cow.

I was still looking at his face, his profile now as I memorized his features once again. A fuzzy happy sensation warmed my chest as he complimented me, even about something like that. Not my skills, personality or anything really important about me, but what I was and what my race gave.

That’s what I was for here and now though.

Matt asked, So you’re selling her milk? Leasing at least?

My milk needed it.

I felt the next gush and the more slippery sensation now at my groin as I held my breasts out and up to make them look more available, which made them look bigger under the white top I was wearing. Not now though self, we weren’t really giving my milk now.

They both looked down at my chest.

Well, unless Paul told me I was.

For now though I waited till I was told.

I’d not felt him moving cloth to get access to my milk, and since my shirt had been reduced to just strings going across my cleavage, I guessed that I was bared there now all the time.

Again, which wasn’t what I was supposed to be here in the city and which probably meant that the unseen forward parts of me were completely visible all the time now, leaving me exposed to all these men!

He must have seen my tags there, and just read that I was being leased. That was odd wording to have on me… leasing wording on the blue triangular tag that Paul had put on me when I’d last seen him, before the assassins had attacked. And why had he done that then? Was it more Enclave needed documentation? But why that? It sort of felt very personal too, like he’d done it and not for work. Why would the Elves care about me giving, leasing, or selling my milk? I felt my nipples thicken again as I waited.

It was for him. But… he was selling… me? Paul was… like he owned me?

I mean, he was just leasing my milk, but I was letting him do that? Not me? So… did he own more than my milk?

I looked over at him as he smiled. He hadn’t answered yet…

The last I’d heard a farm wanted my milk too… how did that work? How was he going to sell his milk to them?

I pushed up my chest for them, as I was a good Cow and I would be milked by him as needed.

Paul patted the side of my breasts where before he’d only handled me. I cooed now as I felt that love get to me even through those huge feeling orbs, each of which was bigger than my head by a lot. I couldn’t help but make happy noises as those sensations settled down into my chest and heart, filling me completely.

I could barely do more than breathe as I waited to hear if I was going to give my milk now or not, or if he’d tell me something I was dying to hear, more about how good I was, and how much he loved me.

He smiled as he opened his mouth to say something…

I waited for it, but I don’t know what it was going to be, because then I jumped as I heard a loud noise, like metal crashing from out in front of us.

I glanced through the forward windshield in fright to see the other van coming to a crashing stop as I screamed. That was so loud and high pitched too!

Like a girl.

I quickly quieted myself from making that pointless noise that flew out of me quicker than I could stop it!

Where the heck had that reaction come from Erin?

I saw the grimace on Paul’s face too and knew it wasn’t right or wanted.

No! It wasn’t! That wasn’t helpful! I wasn’t some helpless and innocent thing either, so why did I just do that?

We came to a sudden stop though, and I had to hold onto him as he braced himself against the front seat. My breasts kept moving and hit him in the chest, making me groan as I felt the impact to that sensitive place, and I knew that I’d probably feel a bit sore there later from that!

I felt the amount of milk in them too, more than none. And I wanted to be milked of it, of that pressure, and I felt the need to let it out, give it. Which was too bad as now I was thinking more about them. And that was annoying! I’d been thinking about them before the crash too, and that always made me weird.

Paul pulled power and even as I felt the tingling sparks cascading down my slit.

I pulled some too. I needed power too for… something… for whatever he needed it for. I guess that I had just followed his lead, and that was fine, right? Sure it was. Paul had to have seen what was going on, even as I felt blinded in here.

I saw out the front again and saw the other van was stopped, smoke was coming out of the front engine area.

Then I saw the bulky thing standing there that it had hit.

It looked like boulders or a statue of them, but then it moved, slamming its fist down at the hood of the van, sending it up into the air to flip over!

I screamed again.

Paul didn’t even look back at me that time as I tried to cover my mouth to shut up my own stupid Cow mouth! That had been so sudden, and it had… scared me? And that was my reaction? When did I start reacting like that?

The scream also felt like it was for other things, like how I worried now, for those men in there as they could be hurt!

I felt so… so… delicate and helpless, antsy too as my body felt the nervous and worried energy flow through me. My chest was feeling even fuller all of a sudden as well, I think my milk was coming in right now!

Oh no! I didn’t need my mind going blank! It wasn’t helpful! And not the first time that had happened, so it would likely happen again right now! I didn’t feel milk dumb though, but even if I wasn’t I didn’t need the sensation of that weight increase and having my chest being heavier and more unwieldy!

I screamed again as something hit our van this time, sending us to spin. I grabbed onto the van’s wall as Paul grabbed me, I felt him wrap himself around me. His arm went right around my waist, completely encasing me with his muscles. His arm below my breasts was pushing them up though, which was strange, and also making them more prominent and exposed feeling.

But I knew that he was trying to protect me and I grabbed him back, holding onto his arm for dear life! That felt nice, but with me screaming being held I felt… too uncomfortably vulnerable and useless!

Why was I doing this though? Was this really how I was going to act now? I really felt this comfortable being this girly? Or could it be because of something else, so not really me? I didn’t want to be a screamer, and feel useless, and just be protected

He had been checking on my health and breasts and talking about my milk. That alone would be very bad timing for my little Cow self and instincts, so maybe this wasn’t my personality now? He’d know what it was, but for now I’d try to stop idiotically screaming!

Matt pulled out a stick like weapon from the seat, and pushed open the rear door to jump out when we stopped.

Paul said, Up, Erin, get up. Let’s go.

I didn’t want to stop holding onto Paul!

But he pushed at my waist. We were going to go out there now? I didn’t want to!

But we had to! I just… I just couldn’t! I felt like I was so small, so delicate! It would be dangerous to stay in here though self!

I know, but I just couldn’t move! I was so scared! I needed help! Why did I need help? And did that matter? I just wanted him to help me, even to make me. Why was I this scared feeling? He could even herd me and I wouldn’t be mad.

He turned and sighed, as I felt my eyes watering. Then I felt the happy touch to my nose and I sighed all that out of me. My face tingled from my nose to my temples, and I was then relaxed.

Ready now?

I nodded, even feeling cross-eyed, I really was. I could move again as that debilitating feeling was gone and he hadn’t even had to herd me.

He knew me so well, so completely, and because of him I was much better. I was a better Cow, and a better person.

Though now I don’t know why I had been that freaked out before, they were just Golems, and though they were big, we had magic!

He turned me by the hips, pushing me towards the open door and Matt’s reaching out hands. It felt neat to be steered by that femininely curved area, it was so unlike what I’d felt before this accident happened to me.

I stepped that way, taking his hand as Paul’s hand slipped to my buns to push me along, but not herd. Good, because if he did that I’d be useless. Well, more than I’d just been. I hoped not to be useless now.

I moved forward as I followed Matt, as he had my hand.

Paul turned and I did too, to see a second rock creature, now smashing the front of our van!

I screamed… Like a dork!

Just stop that soon and get it together girl! There was no reason to do that! It was pointless! A waste of time and air!

Though I felt a bit better, it was almost as if screaming helped get rid of some of that fear feeling? That was interesting, and now I wondered what else that worked for?

So, Golems again? And this time there were two of them and they were each like eleven feet tall!

Why were they here attacking?

Matt pulled me again and I followed behind him, going wherever I was pulled now.

So, was it assassins again? Then where were these ones hiding?

I pulled more power and created flying orbs, and launched them into the air.

Matt looked at me once with wonder before it turned into a look like I was just so cute, and then he said, Aww, a Cow making magic…

I… how was that cute? I just didn’t understand people sometimes! Not that I minded being called cute and looked at like I was adorable… but still, I was more than cute!

Then he looked back at the monster, ignoring me again, even if still holding my hand like I needed protection, even with what I could do. He’d just seen me use magic! He had to know I wasn’t useless after seeing that, yet he didn’t seem to!

Paul hissed, A Golem? Again?

Looks like, I said as I continued to pour power into struts to prepare for him to use, giving them to him for whatever he might want.

Matt looked almost irritated that I was still here, but when he hissed he was looking at Paul when he spoke, Get your Cow out of here.

Ugh! That just sounded like he was talking about a thing, maybe a cat or dog, or like about a child, and he wasn’t talking to me again! And… and I… I was that Cow, he was talking about, and wanting to protect.

I couldn’t decide what to say back now either as I wasn’t actually mad. I think I was enjoying that feeling? It was nice, safe sounding.

I turned to look at Paul, wondering what he was thinking about that idea… and what I’d do if he decided that’s what we were doing, making me into a thing to be protected, not for fighting!

I waited as he opened his mouth to tell me what to do, and I smiled as I handed him one of the struts I’d created for him. I hadn’t made anything out of them yet though? They were just ready with power and so it was almost like they were waiting for instructions from him, like I was.

Which was sort of reversed as usual, so I guess I was assuming that he was point on this, the team leader? But since there were no team here but him and I, he was my leader only? The IMAN people could do what they wanted I guess, though he was there boss’s son right, so perhaps he was the boss to everyone here, not just to his Cow? And for some reason I felt myself actually getting turned on by this?

He nodded back, taking it even if looking confused as he asked, Can we do this? Or should we run?

I… didn’t… why was he asking me? I just decided… and I thought he’d just do it too, like how it totally seemed like the right thing to do. He’d always wanted to be lead, and here I was practically handing him the reigns! But fine, I could advise him if he needed that from me. Though it felt odd for some reason, like I didn’t even want to do that? Or have that responsibility?

But he asked. So I nodded, saying, We’ve done it before.

There was only one.

Sure were. I nodded and handed him another strut. One, two, or three of them, it didn’t matter really. They were big, but we knew what we had to do.

What do you want me to do with these? Power them?

They already have power, I said looking at him sideways. He should be able to tell that.

But he was right, I might have actually needed him to do that in the past, but now… no. I don’t even know why I was handing them to him! But it just seemed like giving them to him was the right thing to do!

I realized that it might be odd of me to be giving him the lead, my power, and just waiting like I was convinced that he’d know what to do. But I didn’t want to be lead anymore, it wasn’t fun. Not that things had to be fun to do, but it didn’t even interest me. I didn’t feel any need or want to fill that role?

No, and I guess I was more interested in seeing him do it, and I liked to see how he was growing up.

I guess I had wanted and perhaps needed to lead back then? And I remember being worried and afraid of how he’d lead, but not now!

I also wasn’t happy about what I’d done in the past, and been, and I wanted him to do this! Be this person I saw growing in him. I felt that latent desire and craved more of that. That felt so interesting. But I now felt weird as my nipples felt wetter than before, and for some reason I could already feel that I was getting soaking wet. And this was all new excitement I was feeling from while we were being attacked!

Ugh! Stop that dumb body!

Well… I said to at least give me time to think of what to actually say, and understand what I felt and what I actually wanted.

Not that it seemed to be helping. I was too horny, too weak and too milk… No, I had to do something, I couldn’t be totally passive, as that would be dumb, and I knew what to do here!

I turned back to the enemy to evaluate them.

I wonder…

The little orbs I had launched were up in the air, waiting for me as they looked down at the two Golems here.

What was the plan? There didn’t seem to be puppet strings from them to anywhere, so they weren’t being steered directly, but there was… more than nothing. It was just a little connection though, perhaps just enough to have them being given suggestions by their creators? We could use that!

So where were they? I moved the orbs to look around better.

Then I spotted a man on a nearby rooftop, was this his work? He was standing still though, not moving and not seeming to be connected to them. He watched this way through binoculars, which seemed… odd for an assassin.

He was a large guy, like a really well built muscular guy, but not quite as big as these hot security men. And… he had a notebook in his hand… and a pen?

Then I saw a woman on another building top the other way and closer.

She had on a black hooded cloak over her as she sat in the middle of a diagram painted on the ground. There was a young man with her, and also wearing a hood. He stood behind her and handed her another candle. I saw a few strands of blonde hair falling out of her hood, and a long and young looking thin leg. He was wearing a cod piece I think under his, I sort of was now wondering if he was wearing anything else! Which didn’t matter as, which was the assassin? Or were both? Or neither?

They were both suspicious, but the man with the binoculars could have just been in the right place at the right time, and she and that other guy could just be doing their own magic, for their own purpose I guess? It was just… odd timing.

She put the candle down on the circumference of the circle and moved it. Then I felt the push down the line to the Golem.

Oh! Then it was those two!

The power was flowing from them towards these things, in slow and gentle waves, and there was something else… something or someone behind them helping power the spell, but… it was too faint. Or the circle protected them from being sensed.

I’d have to look at that circle later, if we made it out of this trap alive of course.

I was pulled back to reality as Paul breathed past my ear, What did you see, sweetie?

His breath tickled me and I heard myself cooing instead of answering as he’d asked.

He said, Erin, tell me.

I blushed at those untimely feelings as I tried to recover and stop thinking about that neat feeling of warm air near my ear, and wanting more. But I didn’t deserve that as I hadn’t answered him.

And now I felt a gushing and good sensation inside me as I resolved to tell him everything as best I could. As I did I looked at him, his mouth, his nose, his eyes, his thick eyebrows.

I wanted him so bad right now. I just needed to be close to him, hold him, feel his strength pushed up against me. I felt so ready for him. I bet that he could just slip inside and fertilize me with his baby right now. Unluckily this wasn’t the time for that! For my needs. I was so bad! So, I went back to making struts to give to him as I finished telling him all that I knew.

Matt had heard I guess and asked, So we’re being watched? Do we go after them?

I opened my mouth but it closed as Paul’s opened. I wanted… needed to know what he’d say.

Erin?

I sucked in a breath as he spoke to me. Yes Paul?

I then waited, needing to hear him tell us what we were going to do. There was this feeling inside me, like an ache to know what to give to him next.

What do you think?

Think? Well, that’s not really what I’m…

…able?

…for?

I mean… um, I’d been itching to hear what he was going to say and what he was thinking! I didn’t really want to get in his way and I wasn’t feeling really sure right now and I just wanted to follow his plan! I didn’t want to disappoint him though! And so I… I… needed a plan! And… it was me usually coming up with them in our group. So… I could think of one, sure. My little Cow’s self could do this… I wasn’t useless!

The look on Paul’s face was one of being torn between options. So what was he thinking were our options? What would he think we should do?

He saw the threat in front of us and possible cause. I did too, and it would be fun to go up there and smash down those two, crush their little plan, one that had hurt our people.

But… bringing down the big bad was my thing. Well, not since he knew me!

After I’d come to work here I’d stopped caring, and actually that had been Paul’s thing.

But that had been me before I’d ever met him. When I worked at the Agency and before, bringing down the big bad was what I did! I’d always gotten my revenge on the attacker first and cleaned up the mess they’d caused later. Even there I had.

Once you took out the biggest, baddest enemy and turned to the others with a grin of confidence, they often just faltered.

This reminded me of when those two young punks had been throwing flaming bottles down off the roof of one of the stores the Agency was contracted to protect. I remember well my team mates rushing in to protect the store from the flames, as I’d been chastised after for what I’d done. But I did it again and again, it always worked. Also, I’d stopped the problem at the source before more damage could be done. So charging at the bigger of those two guys worked, as it usually did for me, and probably would now!

I should say that, but something was bothering me, I was… faltering myself?

And still I wasn’t sure this time for some reason. Our people were still in trouble though and somehow that’s what my mind was stuck on. I saw the hurting men cowering and… now I could almost feel that like it was me! I was now so worried about them, and thinking about how scared they must be, how they felt! I couldn’t do anything but help and save those men! I could almost taste that need in my mouth!

I needed to help them? Yes, I needed, to help them. It felt like I really did now too. It was a need in my head, in my chest, my heart.

I said, We could go after them, if you wanted to, Paul, but I’m not sure that even if we stomped them that these things would stop attacking our guys.

And I craved to help them. More than anything!

I flushed with warmth and happiness at the thought of doing that instead of what I’d think I’d want, to go after the assassins. How odd of me!

He nodded and turned to Matt, Yeah, we’ll stop these things and get those others to safety first.

Matt nodded, seeming to be happy about that.

I was too! More than I’d think. I was all for the team and protecting other members, but… that still fell behind what I wanted to do usually… which didn’t feel right. I’d have to think about what that even meant and reevaluate that thought, but later.

Matt nodded then turned to ask me, What are you making now?

Sensors? Paul asked.

We have to find their weaknesses first. I nodded, smiling warmly at him understanding me so easily. He knew me so well now, and that made me feel suddenly really happy, and validated.

Good girl.

I felt my skin flush with happy warmth down my face and neck. I was a good girl? I felt so happy with the feelings he gave me that I think that’s all I’d ever need!

I was also feeling really good about him, proud even. He was still by my side. Still not blasting ineffectively at the monsters, like he had last time. And for that growth of his, my chest, my heart, swelled in happiness towards him. He had grown up so much! He was so mature, and that made my lower belly tingle. I wanted his baby.

Er… self? Close your mouth! That was definitely not a conversation to have right now! It was bad enough to be having it with just myself!

And, well, I was better now too than I’d been the last time. I was lucid, and helping others. I was trying to be a good person too now.

I would never go back to then.

Never.

He then asked, It’ll notice when you scan it, like last time?

What? Oh right, that’s what we were doing here. And that’s what happened last time. I looked up now.

The Golems were now looking around and looked to be done smashing the vans. It was time to do this.

Yeah. I nodded. Just keep it distracted, as it’s a…

I fired up the machination I’d made and felt out with it into the closest monster.

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