Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue

... you like my new udders?” she asked, rotating her tits around my cock.

“More than you can imagine,” I replied, unloading a fresh shot of semen across her face.

The fuck scene continued for another hour before we finally slowed down.

PART XV

All eyes now turned to Saturday. Finally we were going to turn Helga into a wolf and cement the bond between pack and farm. That day had been delayed twice, but it looked like it was finally going to happen.

Since my mother was now my other alpha, she was expected to participate in the ritual as well, and all three of us were nervous and excited. All the cows, pigs, sheep, and milk maids were going to attend, and from what I understood, so were all the wolves in the pack. The indoctrination of Helga was more than just turning her into a wolf and joining the pack, it was cementing a special bond between the farm and the pack. The wolves worked with a number of farms and other alternative human enterprises, but ours was special because of our willingness to take in mistreated cows and our other efforts to just be good citizens. So having that connection between the farm and the pack was meaningful to both entities.

And everyone at the farm knew and loved Helga, she was the original cow that got everything started. And she was in demand as the cam operator for the camshows. So the anticipation was high.

The ceremony was scheduled at 7:00 PM Saturday, and the cows were expected to be there by 6:30 at the latest. The ...

... wolves had arranged for a chartered bus to bring the entire herd to the ceremony. But Alina, Shawna, and I were supposed to get there a little earlier. It was a chance to show my alphas the wolf den.

When we climbed out of the car, my wife and mom marveled at the stone-and-glass pyramid in front of us. Smash was standing at the front door.

“Great, welcome all of you,” Smash said, smiling broadly. “We are excited you folks are here, both the participants and the spectators. Every one of us here in the pack has been looking forward to this day. Your farm is more than just a business relationship, you guys are our soul mates. Today we formalize that bond. Helga’s new duality symbolizes that eternal friendship.”

“Thank you,” I replied. “We are equally excited. A day doesn’t go by that I don’t give thanks that your pack has taken such an interest in our little enterprise. The fact that we have been able to grow into something bigger and more valuable to the world is due to your guidance. You, your pack, your kind, your friendship, mean the world to us. You are, indeed, our soul mates and we are thrilled to cement that bond.”

Smash pulled us to the elevator and hit the button to the penthouse.

I had visited the penthouse the previous week when the cows were in quarantine. But when the elevator doors opened, my alphas gasped at the breathtaking view.

“They’re here!” cried a very familiar voice. We turned and Helga ran up, hugging me, then Alina, then Shawna. “They’re ...