Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Part V (Hucow, Lactation, Oral, Anal, mild mDom, Piercing, MFFFFF, Incest[M/D,S/S])

The pace of turning out these stories has slowed some due to life happening – including a sports injury I have picked up. Pain kinda sucks. I have no idea when the next chapter will come out, it may be a few days, it may be over a week. I just don’t know at this point. Your patience is appreciated.

This chapter, like the last chapter, has a fair amount of setup for later fun. The next chapter after this one will really ramp it up I suspect. I expect this series has at least two or thee more parts to it. I have lots of ideas, and plenty of unresolved plot points to work through.

As always, I will note once more that all characters are 18+, all cows are human cows, all wolves are human wolves (you’ll understand the wolf thing once you read the story).

This story picks up immediately after the previous part left off.

Please enjoy!

Thanks!

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Part V

The next few days were relatively quiet. The two additional potential cow candidates that Lucy had mentioned came by to check things out and have an interview with Nina and I. Part of the interview was getting a good look at Nina and my bodies. One of the candidates saw my cock and said ‘no way’. The other candidate, Ykaterina, was the age of Lucy and my mom. She originally from Eastern Europe and talked a lot about the cow girl farms in the old country. Within an hour of her interview she ate out Nina, soaked her cervix in my bull juice, and became cow #5. We got her tattooed, pierced, and she moved into one of the rooms in the second barn apartment. This girl was born to be a cow, and like Angelina, she had no gag reflex. The first thing she did after becoming a cow and milking out her first two gallons of juice was get down on her knees and suck my two feet of bull cock all the way down her throat without even a hitch. When I pulled out she had a big smile on her face. The next day I went out to the barn and she had Lucy’s arm in her mouth almost to the elbow.

Ykaterina, like Lucy, was a milk demon and producing at least five gallons on most days. I think the older you are when you become a cow, the more you produced.

We had built up a supply of frozen milk preparing for the farmer’s market that was coming up at the fairgrounds and were excited about the prospect. Unfortunately our pretty picture was soon to be marred.

Two days out from the market, Nina and I were woken by Helga knocking frantically on our bedroom door. I sleepily looked over at the clock, it read 5:30 AM. What the hell. Nina mumbled something.

“Come in,” I called. Helga and her big milky udders tumbled naked into the bedroom, breathless.

“The barn!” she said. “We’ve been robbed!”

I raced out to the freezers. We hadn’t been completely cleaned out, but we had definitely been hit. The perps got away with 20 gallons of frozen cow girl milk – that’s $30K worth of product (yeah, boutique cow girl titty juice goes for $1,500 gallon, it’s insane).

The other cows heard the commotion and joined us in the barn. I don’t think we were too upset about the financial loss – we were producing about that much in an average day now that we had five cows. I think it was more a feeling of violation.

Nina called the police and a little while later a local deputy came out to take a report. He was polite and competent. He surveyed the scene and took a couple of prints, then he was sat down at the picnic table in our side yard filling out the paperwork.

“So what security do you have here?” he asked.

“Not really much,” I said. “We never gave it a thought. Who raids a barn for milk?”

“When the milk goes for over a grand a pop – a lot of people,” he said. “You folks working with a pack?”

“A pack?” I asked.

“A wolf pack. For security.”

I was about to say something stupid that would put my ignorance of all things cow on display when, thankfully, my wife jumped in.

“I didn’t know there were any wolves around here,” she said. “I thought they were predominantly out west.”

“There are wolf packs everywhere,” the deputy said. “We work with them whenever there is an issue with human livestock. Wolves are dependable, reliable, honorable, and trustworthy. Here.”

He handed me a card that was emblazoned with a logo of a howling wolf and said “Lyca Blue, Alpha She-Wolf, Pack 759, USA” with a phone number and an email address.

“Give her a holler, she and her beta wolves can help you out with security and with turning even more of a profit out of this place. From what I can see here, you guys have a lot of potential but need guidance. I’ve known Lyca since we were brats on the playground, she’s quality people.”

Once the deputy had given us the paperwork and made for his car, I turned to Nina.

“Wolves? Like four legs and howl at the moon?” I asked.

“No, silly, just slightly different people – not unlike cows and bulls. They are professionals – usually attorneys and MBAs – who help out others. They have a particular specialty of helping human livestock farms and other alternate-human enterprises.

“If they’re so helpful to cow farms, why am I just now hearing about them?” I asked.

Before my wife could answer, Lucy came out to where we sat and answered for her.

“Because your grandmother convinced my daughter and I – and your mother too – that we could handle this ourselves and that we didn’t need any help. Guess she was wrong. About a lot of things. Some of the businesses that I’ve heard wolves set up for cow farms are amazing…and hotter than hell. If this Lyca person is worth her salt, I think you’ll like what she comes up with.”

We had just been robbed of some pretty valuable product, so we were highly motivated to take some action right away. My wife called the alpha she-wolf on the card and while we waited for a callback, I called my mom and filled her in on what had happened.

The she-wolf called us back quickly, and two hours later a black SUV pulled up in front of the farmhouse.

Three women climbed out of the truck. Not unlike cows, apparently she-wolves look similar too. They all were tall and lithe. They wore very-low-riding black leather pants that showed a gratuitous coin slot (if they were any lower they would be shown their clit) and tiny, tight white tank tops pressed against small, perky, barbell-pierced tits. The low-cut leather pants revealed a narrow strip of thick, tawny gray wolf fur that ran up their abdomen from to just below their navel – similar in shape and location to the cow fur landing strip the cows had on their pelvis.

The lead woman had black hair that was heavily salted with a light wolf-like gray that matched her landing strip. The other two women had blonde hair with the similar salting of gray.

The first woman had a friendly smile on her face that revealed long sharp canine fangs. She held out her hand.

“I’m Lyca, you must be Nina and Brendan. These are two of my betas, Xana and Tori. We’re here to help.”

“Yes,” I said. “I’m the bull, Nina is my wife and alpha cow. We were robbed last night. We didn’t have any security, never really gave it much thought. I understand that you can help with that, as well as with some other business ideas. We’re all ears.”

“Sorry you got robbed,” Lyca said. “But we’re here to make things better. If you can show us around the farm so we can get our bearings, we can then give you a rundown of how we can help.”

The next hour was spent giving Lyca and her betas a tour of the facility. Xana and Tori asked a few questions, but Lyca did most of the talking. When we were finished, we adjourned to the picnic table.

“So…what do you think?” I asked.

“Well, you have a pretty good spread,” Lyca said. “The security should be pretty simple, and your options for expanding your lines of business are virtually endless.”

“Let’s start with getting things secure,” I said.

“No worries. We should hook this place up with external and perimeter cameras with motion detection, including 24×7 monitoring. The pack already has a security contract, so that’s pretty simple. We can have those guys out here tomorrow. Until the cameras are installed we’ll have a couple guys from the pack patrolling tonight. Those freezers already have security controls you aren’t using, we can hook into them, no biggie. If you want to add improved locks to the house and barn you can, but most cow farms like the open feel. A perimeter fence would be a good idea as well. In our experience, cams, motion detectors, and fencing are usually enough to get you to basic cow farm security 101.”

“And what will that cost us?” I asked.

“That’s easy. We give you a volunteer member of our pack to become a milk-producing cow and who will be part of your herd. 40% of her after-cost proceeds go to the pack, 30% go to her, and 30% go to your herd. That’s our standard security contract. If you want business services as well, those after-cost proceeds are split 50-50 in most cases between the herd and the pack. I come out once a week for an inspection to make sure you guys would pass code, which includes testing the cow’s milk and the bull’s cock.” She smiled.

“If I tried to put my bull cock in any of your holes, I’d kill you.”

“She-wolf alphas and betas can take bull cocks vaginally. If we execute a security contract today, you’ll be giving me my first run-through shortly. Just keep in mind, she-wolves stay away from the cows’ cunts – for obvious reasons. We don’t want to be turned into cows ourselves. So does this all sound palatable?”

Nina and I looked at each other, then we both nodded.

“Fair enough,” I said. “I look forward to giving you a taste of some bull meat. The security piece is definitely a go. What other business services are you offering?”

Lyca smiled. “This is where it starts to get fun,” she said. “You’ve got a great spread here, lots of room for additional structures and initiatives. The simplest is flavored milk. We have a nutritionist work with you to work out a diet from some of your cows that will have them producing chocolate, strawberry, raspberry, banana or other flavored milks. It adds about 25% to the sale value.”

“Interesting idea.”

“And we’ve got a lot more. Let’s spice things up. Literally everyone loves to watch cows. And everyone would love to watch cows milk, watch cows get fucked by their bulls, watch cows do just about anything. So there are a lot of money-making opportunities.”

“Cow voyeurism?”

“If you wish, you can totally call it that,” Lyca replied. “But this is the age of Internet voyeurism, after all. So coming back to business, for starters, there’s grazing. I see two cows up in your field naked, munching on the clover, and since we’ve been here talking, two cars have stopped along the side of the road to gawk or take pictures. That’s a missed opportunity. The fence we put up should be a privacy fence with bleachers by the pasture. Then we can charge folks to watch the cows graze, and do the other things that cows do when grazing – for example frolicking like they are now,” she said, nodding towards the pasture. Sure enough, Ykaterina and Angela were starting to play mouth games with each other.

Lyca continued. “Then there’s milking. There are two ways to handle the milking. You can either have a common milking viewing area where folks pay to get a stadium-style seat for the morning or evening milking, or – if you want to really rake in money – you can have each milking stall set up in front of a plexiglass wall with a private viewing booth in front of them. While they milk, the person in the private booth can do whatever they like – in private seen only by the cow.”

“I assume this is something popular among the lonely guys,” I said.

“You might be surprised. Women and couples make up about 75% of your milk viewing audience. Big cow udders have a universal appeal, even to women.”

“Wow.”

“The next possibility business area ramps up the intensity even higher and requires a little work from the cows. Any of your cows ever dance?”

“Dance? As in a night out on the town?”

Nina interjected. “I think she means the kind of dancing that involves a brass pole.”

“Oh wow,” I said. “I don’t think so. I see where you’re going. Wow, that’s a crazy idea.”

“Crazy, maybe,” Lyca said. “But it brings in tons of money. And again, women and couples are just as likely as men to come to a cow bar to watch cows dance and do their thing. And if you really, really, really want to ramp it up, you can have the bull come in and fuck them right there on stage – or even shoot some of that bull juice out into the audience.”

Up until that moment, I had been taking a pretty cool, clinical view of the whole cow voyeurism idea. But suddenly with the idea of fucking the cows in front of an audience out there, I was fighting down a massive bull cock erection. That idea sounded hot. Insanely hot.

The idea of my mother joining the herd and me fucking her in front of an audience leapt unbidden to my mind. My cock strained at my shorts against my better judgment.

“Wow,” I said, not for the first time since the conversation began. “Just wow.”

“Additionally, there are also options for livestreaming shows, web camming, and setting up each of the cows with their own Snap, Insta, and OF pages, or any other social media you designate. We will manage your farm’s and individual cows’ adult social media services for you, you just need to provide the hot content.”

“Wow,” I said yet again.

“You probably want time to think about the additional business options, but it sounds like you are ready to start with the security piece, right?”

“I’m the bull, so I could make all the decisions on my own, but I want to at least get the cows input before I make the call about the spectators and social media. But the security stuff is a definite go,” I said. I stared out over the pasture. Lucy had joined the frolicking. Milky quivering tits jiggled as Ykaterina’s arm was almost elbow-deep into my mother-in-law’s cavernous ass while Lucy and Angela had a mother-daughter soul-kiss.

“You are a very enlightened bull,” Lyca said and nodded to Tori and Xana, who went to the SUV and came back with some papers they started drawing up. The other woman who had been in the SUV came out as well. She was dressed like the other wolves.

“I’m Violet,” she said, introducing herself. “I always wanted to be a cow more than I wanted to be a wolf. This is exciting.”

“Violet will be the wolves’ cow per the contract,” Lyca said. “We entrust her to you and expect she will be properly taken care of, including being well-fucked by the bull.”

“Absolutely,” I said.

“So the last thing I need to do before we sign the papers is to meet and inspect the livestock. Have you ever had a formal cow and bull inspection?”

“No, never knew it was a thing,” I said.

Lyca laughed. “There are some links in the paperwork we’ll give you. Next week when I come by for the weekly visit, we’ll go through an official cow inspection. You’ll breeze through from what I’ve seen, just going forward make sure you have all your cow medical records in order. So today, we’ll have a lightweight once over so I know everything is in order before we sign any paperwork. Can you gather the cows?”

“Sure,” I said. Nina stepped away and rounded up the herd, unfortunately breaking up the hot, deep hole frolicking that was taking place in the clover pasture.

The five cows lined up in front of Lyca, Nina in the lead. Big, milky, veiny tits with large, heavy ring piercings of gold, silver, or iron (where the fuck did Lucy find those monsters?) were arrayed in front of us. Lucy, Ykaterina, and Angela were still nude from their frolic in the field, thick streamers of grool sliding down the insides of their thighs. I don’t think my mother-in-law’s ass ever completely closed anymore. Helga, who had been napping, came out sleepily in a T-shirt and a thong.

“So what do you need us to do?” Nina asked.

“Tastes, from the tap,” she said. “Both breasts. I also need a feel of your kitties and your assholes, but just fingers, nothing deep. I can’t taste between your legs because then I would become a cow too, but Violet will do that duty for me because she is supposed to become a cow anyway. When we’re done, the bull can fuck her, allowing her to join your herd..”

“Our alpha is Nina,” I said. “She’s the one you eat to join the herd. Then once Violet is a cow, she can taste the rest. Normally we need two gallons of milk before I fuck the candidate, but that won’t be needed for Violet.”

“No problem,” Lyca said.

Behind her, Xana appeared with a camera setup.

“Are you filming this?” Helga asked.

“If you allow it,” Lyca replied. “If you want to do the social media thing you will need to get used to it.”

“What does she mean?” Lucy asked.

I gave the cows a rundown of what Lyca had offered around ‘additional business services’.

“Wow…that’s…hot,” Helga whispered.

“Yeah…fucking hot,” Lucy said. “I’m in, everything. Social media, private milking shows, stripper shows, live rutting on stage. Anything you want up my cow ass. All of it. Sign me the fuck up.”

“Me too,” Angela said.

“Weird but yes,” Helga said.

Ykaterina said something that sounded positive in her native tongue.

I realized my hesitancy had been unfounded. Cows were made to lactate and fuck bulls. Bulls were make to fuck the cows and keep them in line. Of course the cows would jump at the chance to be hot, horny, milk bimbos in front of an audience. Duh.

“So I guess you need to add on the business services to that contract,” Nina said to Tori, who was working diligently on the paperwork.

By now, Xana had the camera ready. Lyca reached out to Nina and tugged at her top.

Nina had been wearing a somewhat modest (as modest as anything a cow girl wears) blouse and a pair of khaki shorts. She peeled off her top, letting her mammoth cow girl tits and big pierced rings pop free, then stepped towards Lyca.

The alpha she-wolf pulled off her own top, exposing her tiny tits and barbell piercings. She leaned forward and pulled Nina towards her. My wife started to unhook her piercings, but Lyca shook her head, instead, she ran her tongue around the outside of the big brown aureoles then squeezed Nina’s milky breast. A thick streamer of milk shot out around the piercing and into Lyca’s lips.

Lyca nodded, then switched to the other tit. Nina slipped her finger into the ring and used it to stretch her nipple out. Lyca teased the piercing hole, then squeezed out a trickle of milk.

“Excellent flavor,” Lyca said, then gestured for the next cow in line.

Violet, meanwhile, had stripped and was on her knees. When Lyca was done with Nina, Violet gently guided my wife to have a seat on the picnic table bench, then pulled Nina’s thighs apart.

Violet dove in between Nina’s thighs and began licking my wife’s meaty labia and thick sphincter. Nina closed her eyes and seemed to be very quickly lost in whatever exactly it was that Violet was doing to her. Next to her, Lyca pulled Lucy’s tits and big metal piercings to her face. Lucy used the metal loops to stretch out her nipples then twisted them like rubber band propellers on a toy airplane. Lyca licked the brown, twisted flesh of Lucy’s nipples, then squeezed the veiny, milky udders. A trickle of milk slipped out from the stretched, tight brown flesh.

Violet, meanwhile, had become a cow. She had the standard 6-inch horns, huge milky tits, and bimbofied face and body. Her landing strip had gone from wolfish gray to cow-like mottled. She pulled back from my wife’s cunt, finally allowing Nina to catch her breath and slip out. Violet gave a thumb’s up to Lyca and Lucy moved in for Violet’s attention. As Violet dove into Lucy’s cunt and asshole, and as Lyca began working over Helga’s tits, I knew it was time to officially welcome Violet to the herd.

I peeled off my shirt and shorts, uncovering my muscled bull body and immense, two-foot bull cock. I paused for Xana to get in a long slow camera pan up and down my body and my pulsating meat. I gave my cock and balls a few pulses, sending thick streamers of bull come from the tip. Xana let her camera follow the thread of bull juice all the way the the ground. Once I had given the camera girl the shots she wanted, I moved in behind Violet, who had just brought Lucy to a crashing orgasm. I tapped Violet on the hips.

“Ass or cunt?” I asked. She reached around and slipped three fingers into her newly-minted, meaty, juicy cow asshole. I began sliding my immense bull cock inside Violet’s cow anus, christening her and welcoming her to my herd. More thick loads of bull juice dumped from my cock as I drove deeper into parts of Violet’s body that hadn’t even existed a few moments ago. She now had her face between Helga’s thighs, but had to pause and moan as I drove the last six inches of my meat into her ass.

“Oh…fuck…yeah,” she murmured and went back to work on Helga’s soaked cunt.

I worked my cock in and out of Violet’s meaty asshole as she and Lyca worked through the rest of the herd. Streamers of cow grool and bull juice sluiced from her ass around my meat and ran down her gaped cunt. When the last of the rest herd had finally passed, she slowly slipped from my cock, leaving her ass gaping and red and trickling my bull come.

My bull cock was still hard and throbbing, globs of creamy bull semen dripping from the tip. Lyca was sitting at the end of the picnic table, her legs spread. Her cunt lips were hairless and wet, beneath the strip of wolf fur on her lower abdomen.

“It’s time to seal the deal,” she said. She reached for my bull cock and guided it towards her cunt, then leaned back on the table.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked as my pulsating meat throbbed my seed across her labia. “The cows are bigger than you are, this is going to hurt.”

“It won’t hurt me, and it’s my favorite part of the contract,” she said, smiling, and pulled my cock head inside her. I slowly slid inch-by-inch into her she-wolf cunt. Her abdomen bulged as I slipped in, creating a ridge that crept up past her navel and disappeared under her ribcage. When my balls finally bounced against her asshole, I figured the end of my cock had to be behind her tits.

She begged me to fuck her, so I complied. Bull cock pistoned in and out of wolfen vag. Tori, the beta that wasn’t filming, stripped off her leather pants and hovered her cunt over her alpha’s face. Lyca dove in, sucking on her beta’s clit and slipping a couple fingers into her tiny, puckered she-wolf ass. Off to the side, the cows were fucking and sucking amongst themselves. Milky tits were jiggling and saffron-tinged cow juice was everywhere. Lucy, Angela, and Nina were having a threesome in still more mother-daughter-sister action, and Helga and Ykaterina were paired off. Xana was wandering among the different pairings, capturing the action, occasionally zooming in to get graphic deep penetration shots.

My cock continued to pour juice into Lyca. I felt her come once, twice, then my own throbbing cock came in a fresh burst of bull juice. Lyca pushed Tori off her and sat up, wrapping her legs around my waist and hugging me, as pulse after pulse of bull juice dumped into her cunt. It overflowed and ran down across her puckered asshole and thighs. Tori tapped my thighs to get me to spread stance so she could get a graphic shot of my cock in Lyca’s cunt and the heavy flow of wolfen grool and bull come that gushed down our legs.

Eventually Lyca loosened her grip and slipped back onto the picnic table. I pulled my cock out of her body.

She smiled.

“Time to sign,” she said as casually as if she had just been sitting around drinking beers, not fucking like rabbits. Tori dug out the papers she had worked up and I began reading them.

“It’s 1:00 now. The security detail will be here by 5:00,” Lyca said as I reviewed the contract. “The security camera and fencing folks will be here first thing tomorrow morning. Our planners will be here tomorrow also, to start planning out the additional structures required for the private milk viewing area, the stripper area, camming rooms, and the other initiatives. The techs and PR wolves will come by to start working with your herd on your social media presence. This is all very exciting!” she said.

My phone rang. I glanced down. It was my mother.

“Hi mom. We’re…” I started, but that was as far as I got before she interrupted me breathlessly.

“Brendan, watch out. Your grandmother is on the way. I told her about what happened this morning, then a few minutes ago she called and she was almost to your house. I think she intends to try to take charge.”

“I’d like to see her try,” I sneered, turning back to the contract. I heard a car coming down the driveway and looked up – it was my grandmother’s. I swore.

“Where do I sign?” I asked Lyca. She flipped to the last page of the contract and I scribbled out my John Hancock as my grandmother slammed her car into park and leapt out.

“I’m in charge here. Don’t you sign anything!” she called.

“I’m the bull,” I shot back. “You aren’t in charge of shit except getting the fuck off my land. You’ve done enough damage already, bitch. Either get down on your knees, eat out my wife, and become a subservient little herd cow, or leave us the fuck alone. What’s your decision?”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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