Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts VII - XI - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts VII - XI

... drinking down their delightful saffron-tinged milk. Their hands were all over my horse-shaped cock and it was turning purple and erect.

I might have gone another round with them, but before I could I became aware of a distant rumble outside that slowly got closer and closer until it sounded like it was coming up our driveway. I scooted out of the barn, followed by Alina, Lyca, and the cows.

Lined up on the driveway, and then alongside the road stretching almost as far as I could see were a series of flatbed semis with different components of modular buildings. A pair of cranes were in the lead.

“The cow ranch has arrived!” Lyca cried.

PART VIII

Lyca pulled on a robe and scooted out to meet the workers while the beta she-wolves herded the cows and I back inside so they could finish up the inspection. They took samples of our various fluids, then we all went out to watch the wolves build up our cow girl ranch.

The speed with which the wolves and their contractors got these new buildings assembled, affixed to their foundations, wired, plumbed, and inspected was breathtaking. It took only three days before the farm was transformed. I don’t know who their connections were in the county, but the inspectors seemed to show up the moment the last pipe was soldered.

The only hiccup in the fast, happy proceedings came Tuesday morning. Lucy had taken Mallory, Essie, and Bibi to get their piercings and tattoos, Alina was meeting with Xana to finalize our social media ...

... activities, and I was walking out to my car to run into town. Lyca intercepted me, Helga following. The cow girl had her eyes downcast and looked like she had been crying.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

Helga sniffled.

“Go ahead,” Lyca said, putting her arm around Helga. “Tell Brendan what you need to tell him. He’ll understand.”

There was a moment of silence, so I prompted Helga.

“It’s okay, honey” I said. “Whatever’s wrong, we can work it out. Just tell me so I can set things right. I want you to be happy.”

Helga sniffed.

“I...I...I…” she started, then paused. “I...I don’t want to be a cow girl anymore…I’m the worst cow in the herd. I have the smallest holes. My udders hurt. My back hurts. My pussy hurts. I make the least milk. I...I’m uncomfortable when your bull cock is inside of me, especially as it’s gotten bigger. All the other cows get excited when you get bigger, I get sad. I’m just not meant to be a cow and I don’t want this life anymore. I’m sorry. Please don’t send me to the cow pound. I’m so scared of being put down.”

“There is nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart, you will never go to the cow pound, I promise,” I said, giving her a hug. She sobbed into my shoulder. “There there, you’re going to be okay. Nobody is going to any cow pounds as long as I’m the bull here.” I held her while her sobbing slowed, then I turned to Lyca.

“She doesn’t have to be a cow girl...right?” I asked.

“Once you’re an alternate human you can never go back to ...