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

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

... what I think has been several months of captivity,” the Deputy said as we climbed out of the cruiser. “When I talked to them this morning, they were all in pretty high spirits.”

“How long can we keep them up in the hotel?” Lyca asked. “I am guessing the state is only going to pay for their upkeep for so long.”

“We’ve cut a deal with the hotel, so we can keep them here for a little bit. But if this drags out more than a couple weeks, it’s going to get dicey.”

“So what, exactly, do you expect of me?” I asked.

“Here’s a list of the rooms where they are staying,” the deputy said, handing the list to Lyca. “Go interview each one, and if you decide they are good matches for your farm, then they’re yours. Once you have a housing situation figured out, we can move them out of here.”

“Do we ‘welcome them to the herd’ here?” I asked.

“Why not?” Lyca said. “We can bring in portable milking machines for their use, and we can bring groups of four or five to the farm each day. That way they will all have a couple days a week at the farm until we get this entire situation ironed out.”

“I guess,” I sighed. I looked at the list of girls over Lyca’s shoulder. “Maybe we get my first meeting with a pig girl and a sheep girl out of the way now?”

“You sound nervous,” Lyca said.

“Can you blame me? I’ve never seen one of these types before, so I’m not sure what I’m getting into.”

“Don’t worry about the sheep girls. They are just like regular cows except for the strip of ...

... fur. So you’ll adjust without an issue to the sheep girls. It’s the pig girls that can be a little jarring at first.”

I scanned down the list Lyca held.

“Right here, room 318. Jenna, a pig girl. We can go meet her. Shouldn’t she be somewhere she can get some of that mud you talked about?”

“We can get them some creams that will tide them over until we have a proper sty for them.”

The deputy bowed off, leaving Lyca, Alina, Shawna, and myself to pile into the elevator to the third floor.

We found room 318, and Lyca knocked. We heard someone approach the door and look out through the peephole. A sweet, feminine voice from inside called “who is it?”.

“I’m Lyca Blue. I’m the alpha she-wolf from the local wolf pack. With me are Brendan, Alina, and Shawna, the bull and alpha cows from the Daisy and Clover Cow Farm. The deputy sent us.”

I heard the sound of the door being unlocked, then it opened from the inside and I got my first glimpse of a pig girl.

She had the classic bimbo face of a cow girl – perfect ruby lips, long lashes, big gorgeous eyes, luxurious blonde hair that fell halfway down her back. Her big, milky udders stuck out in front of her, straining against the thin tank she wore, her wide aureoles and long nipples pushing through the fabric. As Lyca has warned, her hips and ass were bigger than the usual cow girl. Not immense, mind you, but still, this girl was thick underneath her tights. There was going be a lot to hold on to when I welcomed her ...