Chapter 3: Farm Life
I've been reading through the comments and have come to the conclusion of what people want from this story: Lemons, a non black and white story, longer chapters and no cliches. Well first off there WILL be a lemon this chapter so lucky you. Second of all I never wanted to write a black and white story, it isn't realistic and often times a grey story is far more entertaining. Third of all these are supposed to be oneshots not full fledged chapters so until the real story begins they will stay short sorry. Finally if you don't want a lot of cliches in this story you can suggest some ideas, I'll try my best to be original but helping out will improve on this stories quality greatly. Thanks for the feedback and I hope you enjoy this!
Labanon, Missouri, United States
Marc Lawson was sitting in his farmhouse watching the morning news while making some breakfast. It was winter so he really didn't have much to do out on his farm, so he could afford to have a nice breakfast and relax for a bit. Marc was a strong 27 year old man with a tanned complexion and wavy red hair. He had owned and worked on his family's farm since his grandfather had passed away 4 years before and left it to him. Marc enjoyed the hard work and satisfaction of an honest days work, but sometimes he needed a break. So he was turning over some flapjacks while listening to the local news.
"The monthly crime statistics have been sent in by the Justice Department today and most types of crime are on the decline across the country. Unfortunately, both opioid abuse crimes are still on the rise as well as, strangely, disappearance cases. Disappearance cases have skyrocketed across the country over the past two weeks and nobody knows why. In fact, they have risen so quickly that even the FBI have launched a formal investigation of the anomaly. The only lead the FBI has on the anomaly are the victims. They are all males between the ages of 16 to 30, while no other leads have been found the FBI is confident it will be able to discover and solve the issue." The newscaster paused a moment before continuing on another topic. "In other news a group of boys in Colorado have uploaded a video that has taken the internet by storm, more details coming up at 9."
The commercials began to play as Marc turned off the TV. He had his breakfast and had to get to work. He didn't have much to do that day, just feed the animals and check up on the soil. He would go feed the animals first, better to get the tougher task out of the way. Marc had chickens and cows, the chickens were the easier of the two to feed so he would start there. He pulled on his boots and opened the front door, the crisp cool air of december his home like a refreshing cold shower. He sighed and went out to the storage shed, that's where he usually kept the feed. He opened the door and looked for the feed. Inside the shed was a large amount of tools, extra bags of feed and a large box on the top shelf. He found the bucket of feed and he briskly walked over to the chicken house and opened the door.
The dozen or so hens along with eight roosters piled out into the chicken yard. "Alright you guys, breakfast!" He cried out as he poured a large amount of feed into the yard. The chickens scrambled after it and began to chow down. Marc returned to the shed and started to the barn. Getting the cows out of the barn to graze would be a challenge, unlike the chickens the cows didn't like to get cold, so Marc would often have to either push them out or find some way of enticing them. But as Marc got close to the barn he noticed something. The barn door was open, not completely, but Marc knew he shut the door the night before, something was up. He carefully make his way back to the storage shed and grabbed the large box from the top shelf. He opened it and pulled out his grandfather's double barrel shotgun. He grabbed a few shells from the box of ammo next to it and loaded it.
Marc slowly walked up to the barn door and slowly peaked inside, gun pointed out in front of him. He inched his way inside and cried out "WHOS THERE!" He then heard the knocking over of a bucket on the far end of the barn. Marc quickly ran over and rounded the corner, only to see one of the strangest things he'd ever seen.
A pretty and young woman was sitting on the milking stool with the knocked over bucket in front of her. But that didn't concern Marc, what DID was her appearance. She had white hair with splotches of black, she also has tiny HORNS on top along with flappy, cow like, ears. That wasn't even the weirdest part of it. Her lower body was covered with fur in similar colors to her hair and ears. Her hips were wide, as if she was once with child. Behind her large rump was a cow-like tail, currently it was waving like crazy. Where her feet would have been were hooves. Finally there was the fact that her tits were absolutely enormous, with giant nipples to boot. There was no beating around it. They made her head look small by comparison and her nipples were quite large as well. Both breasts were currently out of her top, covered with milk. Marc looked down to the bucket to find a puddle of breastmilk around it. "Wa, what are you?" He questioned nervously, still having the gun pointed. "Please." She quietly cried out "Please help me Human, it's so painful."
Marc quickly realized what the thing meant. While he was still freaked out he felt bad for the strange creature and decided to help it, her. He slowly put the gun down and reached for the bucket, he brought it back into its rightful position and the cowgirl took this as a sign of help. She quickly got off the stool and onto all fours her massive chest sinking down from the weight inside them. Marc gulped as he slowly and gently grabbed the cowgirls nearest breast and slowly began to pull and squeeze it over the bucket. The girl gasped and let out a long moan that sounded suspiciously like a moo as milk shot out of it like a cannon. As Marc awkwardly milked the girl she began to moo and pant more and more and her face began to grow flush.
Soon Marc finished, her breasts milked and the bucket nearly full. "There, done." He sat back as the girl got on her knees and faced him, her still massive breasts heaved with every deep breath she took. She had a lewd expression on her face and a wild look in her eyes. "Uhh." Marc nervously began "Are you ok?" Before he could say anything else the girl tackled him, causing him to fall on his back with her on top. She began to deeply and passionately kiss his as he struggled to get her of him. He didn't want this! But the more she kissed him the more he fell into it. Eventually he completely fell for her and decided to turn the tables and flipped her over with him now on top. He kissed her back and began to push his tongue into her mouth, she took it with excitement. As he was doing this the girl began to pull his shirt up. He quickly sat up and took it off before jumping back to her full lips. He felt her erect nipples and enormous pillows on his chest as he pushed himself onto her and wrapped his arms around her. He once again released from her lips, causing her to moo with sadness, as he began to pull off his jeans. This caused the girl to moo with excitement as she quickly discarded her cargo shorts and spread her legs. Marc looked at her pussy with bewilderment and shock. It's was pulsating and it looked, hungry. This caused him to get even more turned on as his dick was now full mast at 8 inches. "Please Human, put yourself in me I'll make you feel really good!" At that point logic had completely lost in Marc's mind. He charged her like a rampaging bull and slammed his cock into her! She cried out on ecstasy as he pounded her like a madman. Her giant breasts bounced with every hip slap. Her eyes began to roll to the back of her head as she mooed VERY loudly. So loudly in fact that it scared all the cows into going outside. That takes care of that job at least Marc thought as he reached down and began to suck on the cowgirl's nipples. Surprisingly she still had some milk left in them as his mouth began to fill with delicious cream. Soon his dick began to twitch and Marc was about to pull out when the cowgirl wrapped her legs around his waist! "Hey what are you doing! Let go!" But it was too late. What felt like a boat full of cum erupted from his penis and flowed into the hungry maw that was the girls pussy. They both screamed as she finally let go of him and he pulled out, his dick covered in girlcum.
After they had finished and cleaned up Marc sat up and retrieved his pants. He now turned to the girl who was currently leaning up against the barn wall. "Thank you Human that was delicious." The girl said between her pants "What is your name?" "Marc, what's yours and what are you?" "Molly." she replied "And I'm a Holstaur." Marc didn't know what a Holstaur was but he assumed it was a cowgirl. "Well what are you doing here Molly?" She grabbed her top to cover her tits as she responded "I was lost, I woke up in a field nearby and I hadn't been milked in over a week so I wandered around trying to find help. Eventually I found your barn and, well, were here now. Where is 'here' anyhow" "Labanon, Missouri" Marc responded with, to which Molly shifted to a confused expression "Missouri? Is that some sort of kingdom?" Marc shook his head "No it's a state in the U.S." "What is the U.S.?" Marc sighed, there was A LOT he needed to explain. And a lot for her to explain to him.