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There's a knock on the door and a voice from the other side: "Shouko, are you busy?"
“A little. Why?”
With one hand, Shouko tucks her hair behind her ear, and with the other, she slides a well-lubed milking rod into Kento's urethra. He whines around the ball gag stuffed in his mouth, his knees bent and drawn up close to his chest, his toes curled as he grips white-knuckled at his own ankles. But she stops what she’s doing and holds the sound halfway in, halfway out as Mei Mei opens the door and lets herself in.
She doesn't take much more than a single step in when she sees the cow getting prepped for his milking.
“Good morning, Kento," she says with a smile. "I see you’re in fine spirits.”
He doesn’t answer, not with anything more than a sweet little whine and a tremble in his thighs, so she turns her attention to Shouko instead.
"I made a big purchase today.”
"That's rare. You're not usually this happy when you spend money." Shouko can’t help but feel skeptical.
“Ah, but it was worth it.”
Kento starts pushing his hips up and down impatiently, cute little thrusts that make the metal tube push in and out, fucking his pisshole. He's blushing, breathing hard through his nose, drooling around his gag. Shouko lets go of the sound and in it slides, down, down, down; Kento shudders, his eyes rolling back, at the mercy of gravity as it pulls the metal rod all the way in, filling him up.
"Are you going to tell me about your mystery purchase, or am I going to have to pay you for that info?" Shouko deadpans as she secures the suction tube around his dick too, just in case. The milking rod should prevent leakages, but she can never be too careful.
"I'll show it to you when you're done here," Mei Mei says. "For free."
Kento starts rocking against the floor, nudging the base of the butt plug stuffed up his ass back and forth. Shouko runs a hand soothingly along his spine, following the curve of it until she reaches his behind. Taking hold of the base of the plug, she starts tilting it, moving it slowly. It takes him a second to understand, but he begins to follow the motion, and she manages to coax him out of his seated position and onto his hands and knees instead. Robbed of the extra stimulation, he tries to push back and forth against her dainty fingers as they hold the plug still for him.
"Stop," she says, directed toward her manager, but he obeys anyway, stops with a whimper and a visible shiver. She continues, "You're never this generous, and it’s starting to scare me."
Mei Mei chuckles. "You'll love it, you'll see." She steps out of the milking station, and now it's just Shouko and the livestock.
"Should I be worried?"
But Kento doesn't answer. He just shakes his ass in the air, clearly wishing the butt plug nestled between his cheeks were something longer, warmer, more organic. She guides him into a crawl, gently slotting his neck and wrists into position before locking the milking stocks shut around him.
If he won't answer then…
"What do you think?"
This time, she directs the question towards the bull enclosure where Yuu and his huge throbbing cock wait for her to finish preparing his paired cow. There's a thick layer of tempered glass between them, thick enough that Kento's gushing pheromones can't get through, but surely her voice carried through the speakerphone between the two rooms. Yuu gnaws at the bit gag between his teeth in response, eyes trained on the hole he desperately wants to fill, ignoring Shouko entirely.
She sighs. "You're no help."
But of course they aren't. Livestock is good for many things, giving life advice not one of them.
Shouko comes out of the milking station, shutting the door behind her.
“All done?” Mei Mei asks, leaning on the wall next to the door.
“Are you kidding? They just started, and with how pent up Yuu’s been lately, he’ll probably keep Kento busy for a couple of hours.”
“Ah, youth.”
She’s not wrong. When they were young, Mei Mei would often keep Shouko busy for hours too. Actually, that never changed: she just keeps her busy both in bed and at work these days. Don't get her wrong, she's not complaining. Mei Mei's absolutely wonderful at the former, and Shouko gets paid for the latter.
Well, whatever. Shouko starts rummaging through her coat pockets but stops at the sound of Mei Mei clearing her throat.
“No time for even one?”
“I’m afraid not. You shouldn’t be smoking here anyway, Shouko-chan. It might affect milk quality.”
“Fine. Lead the way.”
Not that she actually needs to. New acquisitions stay in the temp pens until they’re ready to be moved, so Shouko knows exactly where they’re heading. Still, she follows anyway, lagging two or so steps behind, hands still shoved deeply into the pockets of her white coat.
“It was a closed auction,” Mei Mei explains as they walk. “The invite-only kind.”
"Oh god, how much did you spend?" Shouko shudders at the thought.
“He’s well worth the price I paid for him.”
“He better be. If this farm goes bankrupt over a single acquisition, I swear—”
“He’s a certified Gojou heifer.”
Shouko stops abruptly. “Come again?”
Mei Mei chuckles. “See for yourself.”
She walks onto the viewing deck for the temp pens, and there he is, lying on his belly among soft, oft-laundered cushions. He’s young, maybe even younger than Kento, a little slip of a thing with milky white skin and a thin tail tipped with a tuft of silvery hair. His tail sways back and forth, languidly brushing against the pillows on either side of him.
“He’s so… white.”
“Pale hair and pale skin are hallmarks of a Gojou.”
“I know, but I’m going snowblind here.”
“Is his brilliance too much for you?”
“His price definitely is.” Shouko squints. “Is the brand on his ass?”
“Yes, though on the other cheek.”
“Damn.”
He stretches and yawns, lazing on the cushions comfortably as though they're already marked with his scent. Mei Mei said that he's a heifer, right? Then, that means…
"Our bulls can't breed him."
"Are you saying that he's too good for them?" Mei Mei asks with a laugh.
"No, I'm saying that if any of them stick their dick into him, he'll split in half and die.”
"You're underestimating a Gojou's elasticity."
"And you're underestimating their monster cocks."
"I would never."
“You really want your new investment to die on his first breeding?"
But Mei Mei doesn't seem concerned at all about that. "All we have to do is pair him with the right bull."
Going down the list leads Shouko to a single definitive conclusion: "That rules out Touji."
"What a shame." Mei Mei doesn't sound particularly shamed though. "Last I heard, it's practically impossible to separate him from his current partner anyway, isn't it?"
"No, they do stop mating. Sometimes. Not very often, but it happens." Then after a contemplative pause: "I don't think Naoya's ass will ever go back to how it used to be though."
Mei Mei hums. "I'll have to take a look later."
"At Naoya's gaping asshole?"
"Of course."
Shouko pulls out her phone. "I've got pictures."
Mei Mei doesn't even bother opening her eyes. "Nothing beats seeing a gaped hole in the flesh."
Meanwhile, Shouko rolls her own. "You just don't want to pay me for the pics."
"Naturally."
The next morning, Shouko goes into the temp pen just in time for breakfast. The Gojou heifer doesn't startle when the heavy door opens; he just pulls himself up and turns his head to study her.
"Good morning," she says.
He blinks. She couldn't see them clearly yesterday, but up close, his eyes are beautiful. Such a vibrant blue framed by long yet delicate eyelashes. Any farmer would want him just for his eyes–train him to suck cock or eat pussy and no other set of peepers could compete with his for the Best Eyes Between Your Thighs Award.
"Are you hungry?" And no, she doesn't mean for cock or pussy, she's actually planning on feeding him properly. Only dipshits who watch too much porn think human cows can produce good milk on diets of cum alone.
Once his trough is filled, the Gojou heifer crawls over to it and digs into his TMR with all the grace of a bulldozer. While he's distracted, she examines the goods a little closer.
Sure enough, the Gojou brand is on his left ass cheek. Must have been done a while ago, as it's completely healed over and perfectly white, easy to miss on his already pale skin. She traces it with her fingers, following the unbroken lines of the Gojou clan crest, and the heifer doesn't seem bothered at all.
So, she moves on and grabs him by the balls. They're a little small, definitely not up to Mei Mei's cock code standards, but they fit nicely in her palm. In any case, they'll grow after his first proper mating, so starting out small is no issue. He keeps eating, but his tail flicks at her like she's an annoying gnat.
"Whoa, there." She soothes him with a hand on his ass, stroking gently. "Just keep eating. It's good for you."
He doesn't even bother to turn to look at her, and that leaves her kind of conflicted. On one hand, great, he's focusing on his food. On the other hand, it's not because he's listening to her or anything: it's because their new acquisition is a total snob.
Figures, honestly.
"I know just the bull to pair you with."