Her tight sphincter tries to push me out. Resting my hand on her lower back, I exaggerate my breathing, waiting until she relaxes under my palm. I continue to breathe in and out with her as I force the metal past her tight ring.

My cock jerks, smearing precum against my lower abs as I continue to press in, not relenting until it slips past and lodges in her ass. The dark tail looks pretty against her pale skin, and I can’t wait to take her while it’s nestled between her cheeks.

I tug on it, smiling as she writhes. For all of her protestation, she seems to enjoy having this plug in. At least, that’s what the arousal dripping from her pussy says. As much as I want to indulge and taste her again, she needs to learn to obey me.

Gathering the leash, I pull her back up onto all fours and lead her out of the stall. Her movements become a bit shaky again, and I know I’ll need to get her home so I can feed her. Even without her body taking up so much of her reserves to enlarge her breasts, the milk she produced was certainly enough to drain her.

Though there are supplements I can add to her food to give her the extra protein, it’s not like having actual meat. As long as she doesn’t tell the other cows, I’ll slip her a little bit each day along with the supplements. It should keep her strength up and her milk production high.

Besides, once I start mounting her, she’ll need to have the energy to keep up with my demands. Luckily for her, I’ll be occupied for most of the day, allowing her time to rest. Looking down at my pretty cow, I can’t help the swell of pride as I parade her past the others.

Her breasts hang low, nearly scraping the ground. The others stare in either dismay or wonderment, no doubt concerned their own breasts will get that large. My lips split into a grin as the other Ranchers look on in envy.

Down the way, Antroli coaxes his little Highland along, his own smile brightening his face. Just like Jessica, his little heifer seems hesitant, not wanting to move. Once the two cows see each other, however, all that changes.

They pick up the pace, walking up to each other. Unable to speak, they simply bump heads. It warms my heart to know my cow has a friend. Nodding, Antroli and I urge the two over to the truck where the other milked heifers await.

Once we get home, that herd will go to the barns while these two come into the Ranch House. Though it’s unusual to have two cows serving one home, they, at least, seem congenial. If they were enemies, I’d have to find another place for Antroli and his cow to live.

With a soft smile, I run my fingers over Jessica’s face while Antroli rubs down his Highland. Things seem to be changing for the better. I just know it. There’s an energy in the air, a happy peacefulness I haven’t known until today.

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CHAPTER 13

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JESSICA

I look over at the other women, noting the varying looks of horror and despair as they peek through the bars. Why are they separated away from us? Off to the side, my new friend huddles into a corner, making herself as small as possible.

She looks just as miserable as I feel. Glancing up to the front of the vehicle, I watch as Vrokjan and the other Rancher talk to each other. I can’t hear them, but their mouths move as they go back and forth in an animated fashion.

Large smiles split their faces as they turn to each other. It’s obvious they’re happy. Just like it should be obvious that we’re miserable. Not that they care.

No, I chide myself. I can’t lump my Rancher in with the rest of them. Although I have no say in what happens to my body, he, at least, seems to care for my comfort. Reaching behind me, I rub the tender spot with my hoven glove.

Kind as he may be, it still doesn’t negate the fact that I’m forced to be a fucking cow. Bringing my glove up to my lips, I tug at it with my teeth. It doesn’t budge. Through the bars, the other women watch me with rapt attention.

I struggle with the glove, trying everything I can think of. Nothing works. In frustration, I curl my fingers around the rod and slam my fist into the hay. From the front of the vehicle, neither Rancher makes any movement indicating they either see or hear what’s happening.

“Moo.” I let the infernal sound pass through my lips at a low volume, keeping my eyes on the Ranchers. Nothing. “Moo,” I say again, a bit louder. Still nothing. Once more, I make the noise, this time much louder.

The vehicle stops with an abrupt halt. We sway from side to side, unable to find purchase with our hooves. Vrokjan is the first to come to the back, followed closely by the other Rancher.

He peers inside, checking over the other women before leveling his gaze at me. I do my best to put on a pitiful face for him, as if I’m in extreme distress. Tugging on my leash, he brings me outside and shuts the doors behind him.

The others huddle forward, watching the interaction. My arms and legs ache as I force myself to follow. All I want to do is curl up in the hay like my friend and sleep, but I can’t until I know the parameters of this new jail.

Tugging me over toward the grass, he hunches down so we’re face to face. “You can speak. What’s wrong?”

Truthfully, I hadn’t planned on coming up with an excuse. I just wanted to see how loud I could be before they heard me. Now that I know I can speak softly and not get caught, I have all the information I need.

“Well?”

I blink up at him, wracking my brain for something believable that won’t cause him to do anything else to me. “I have to pee.” The words blurt out from my lips before I can stop them.

Vrokjan looks over at the other Rancher and jerks his head toward the vehicle. With a nod, he heads over and opens it up.

“Anyone here need to relieve themselves?” No one answers with words, but a smattering of moos reaches my ears.

After a bit of shuffling, he drags my friend out, her pale cheeks turning a bright crimson. I want to go over to her, to tell her it will be okay. More than that, I want to apologize for my part in her discomfort.

If only I’d kept my mouth shut until we got to his house. He made it very clear we could talk there or in the pasture away from the other Ranchers. I just wanted to check in on her and make sure she was okay.

Dark rings stand out against her white cheeks, making it look as if she’s been punched in the eyes. Unable to help myself, I reach out, pawing at her gently. Though she doesn’t wince at my touch, it’s not as if I’m able to be thorough in my examination. Not with these fucking gloves.

Thankfully, they don’t appear to be bruises, and she doesn’t seem to be in any physical distress. Being out here in the sun, the marks are paler, not as stark against her skin. My breath comes out in a relieved whoosh as I’m able to convince myself she’s not injured.

The other Rancher pulls her back and glares down at me for a moment before hunching down. “Are you trying to insinuate something, cow?”

Vrokjan stands between us, his massive frame blocking me from his ire. “I know you’re possessive of your Highland, but you will not threaten my heifer. If we’re going to live together, you will need to respect my property, as I will respect yours.”

Sliding around my Rancher’s leg, I shoot the other woman a bright smile. We’re going to be in the same house! When she returns it, the two Ranchers shift a bit.

I cower as I look up at Vrokjan, worried I’ve somehow angered him or done something wrong. But instead of a fierce frown, both Ranchers smile at us, their faces transforming into something kinder, almost gentle.