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

... pasture straight towards me. Thankfully this time the wolves were prepared and the cow girl went down with a hard shock from a cattle prod. The wolves were wielding the prods like Jedis with lightsabers.

“We need to get you out of here, the milk maids too.” Lyca said. “Stat. Go pull together what clothes you need for a week away, grab some cow girl duds too for the maids, and get out here as soon as you can. Tori and I will get the milk maids. Xana...you know what to do.”

And she did, zapping Mallory who was trotting down from the cam show building towards me, her mouth open in a savage grin.

I dashed inside. Alina was sitting on the couch, holding her stomach.

“I...I don’t know...how much longer...I can hold...back…God...I need to suck bull cock...” she said, doubling over. I threw some clothes in a carry-on for myself, shoved some cow girl garb in a plastic grocery bag for the maids, and hustled out to the SUV the wolves had running in the driveway. The milk maids were inside. I leapt in.

There were three more cow girls running down the path from the cow houses screaming “COCK!” at the top of their lungs. Alina appeared on the front steps, working hard to hold herself in check. My mom was knelt down in the front yard, struggling for control. The horde of cow girls coming on grew. Xana spun the wheel and peeled out hard enough to spray gravel at the approaching mob. We tore down the driveway, out the gate, which slipped closed behind us, keeping the cows ...

... safely in.

I looked over my shoulder as we drove away.

“Are they going to be okay?” I said, a lump forming in my throat. I thought of my wife, doubled over on the couch. My mom was back there too, crouched on the ground, as well as the rest of the cow girls I have grown so fond of.

Lyca nodded. “Now that you’re out of sight and scent range, they’re going to be completely fine. By the time we’re at the wolf den, they’ll be back to their old selves. We’ll give them some artificial pheromones and we’ll bring them some of your semen from you and the milk maids. That will fulfill their need for bull juice, and they’ll be good until this passes. The last farm I know of that had an outbreak just settled in to a huge week-long all-cow-girl strap-on party. They abused themselves way worse than the bull ever did and had a great time. Camshow income was off the charts. Your cows will be fine, I promise.”

I wanted to be skeptical, but the wolves had always been on the level with me – more than my own family had been at the start.

“Thank you – once again,” I said. Lyca leaned over and kissed my cheek.

It took a half hour to reach the wolf den. I was excited to see their home base at last.

We pulled into a street through an office park. At the very end of the park, where the main drive reached a court, stood a strange building sitting in front of a sea of green forest. It was a pyramid probably twenty-five stories high. The base and first three floors were made from stone, ...