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Patrick

“Shit,” Patrick muttered under his breath. Arlo slanted a glance at him.

“What’s wrong?”

Nothing. Everything.

Patrick was getting his first real good look at Mina and he wasn’t sure how he felt. They’d dressed her in nothing but the tail hanging from her bottom, a little headband with cow ears and horns on them, and a cow-patterned blindfold over her eyes. He could see every last bit of her, head to toe.

The picture that had come with her file had been a headshot. Even though he probably could have gone and looked her up online, that had felt weird and smacked of stalkery, so he hadn’t. Which meant that he hadn’t known how tall—or, in this case, short—she was.

She was tiny.

Small in every way.

For some reason, when he’d thought “hucow” he’d thought a big voluptuous girl. Busty, yes, but also curvy all over.

Not someone the size of Erika.

Mina looked like a little pixie and her curves were minimal at best.

He didn’t have a problem with that second part. Patrick appreciated the female body in all its many forms and he wasn’t really focused on how large a woman’s breasts or ass were.

But the first part…

“I’m going to snap her like a twig,” he said, horrified.

Had Derek known how small she was? He couldn’t have, or he wouldn’t have asked Patrick to be the one to partner with her.

Arlo glanced at him and looked back at the woman they were currently getting into position in a stockade.

Several of the unpartnered ranch hands and employees at the Ranch had offered to help out with the auction.

Not just the Dominants either. There were a few submissives who had thought it sounded fun.

With the whole crowd around her, it was obvious that she was the most petite out of the entire group.

“Huh. She is pretty tiny.” Arlo eyed him. “You’ll just have to be careful and not put all your weight on her.”

For fuck’s sake.

Patrick lifted his hat so he could rub at his hair underneath, consternation flowing through him as he watched the blindfolded woman put her head and hands into place. The top of the wooden stockade lowered, closing around her wrists and neck.

Fuck that was hot.

That was the worst part.

He was attracted to her. Wildly. Had been from the moment he saw her. He could imagine milking her. He just wished she was maybe half a foot taller and with some bulk to go with that so that he didn’t have to worry about crushing her. Arlo’s comment did not help.

“Maybe this is a bad idea,” Patrick muttered.

“Do you want me to go talk to Derek for you?” Arlo offered. “I can tell him that you can’t do it now that you’ve seen her. It’s not like she’s physically met you yet.”

“No.”

Because he still wanted her. Yes, he was intrigued by the fantasy and wanted to try it, but he also just wanted… her.

In his head, she was already his . At least for the next few days.

Watching others putting their hands on her while getting her into place was making him feel antsy.

Giving her up entirely? Out of the question now that he’d seen her.

And yet seeing her was what made him feel like he shouldn’t touch her, especially not the way he wanted to, in case he accidentally broke her.

While he appreciated women in all their shapes and sizes, he’d never been with anyone as small as her.

Fuck.

He was just going to have to suck it up unless he was okay with handing her over to someone else.

Nope.

He was not okay with that. Which meant he was just going to have to suck it up. He’d be really, really careful not to crush or damage his little cow just because she was so much smaller than him.

“Oh…”

The gasp of surprise immediately drew his attention to her, shaking him out of his reverie. His cock twitched in reaction to the noise, and he scowled as he looked over to where one of the ranch hands was now cupping Mina’s breasts and squeezing them.

Patrick really did not like seeing another man touch her.

However this was part of her fantasy.

He wasn’t going to interrupt her fantasy.

But it was going to be a struggle to be patient enough to get through this part to the part where he got to claim her as his.

Mina

The stockade was not comfortable. Not that she’d expected it to be, but she hadn’t expected it to be as uncomfortable as it was.

And it wasn’t that she was too short for it.

They’d gotten it at the exact right height for her, but being bent over and held in place by hard wood around her neck and wrists was… kinda ouchie.

The plug in her bottom wasn’t anything new.

She’d been plugging herself regularly ever since reading the book, though she hadn’t had a tail attached to it.

The way the tail brushed against the backs of her thighs made her hyperaware of its presence, but the plug wasn’t so big that it demanded her attention—not when so much else was going on.

Thankfully, she was very quickly distracted by the feeling of unknown hands cupping her breasts, making her gasp.

The low murmur of voices around her as she’d been put in place meant she knew there were others in the room—how many she couldn’t tell.

She still hadn’t been ready for the touch and had jerked up a bit.

Thankfully the openings in the stockade were padded so she didn’t bang against the hard wood when she was startled.

“Oh!”

Immediate arousal flushed through her, helping to distract her from the discomfort of her position. A hot blush heated her cheeks, and she pressed her legs together as need pulsed through her pussy.

“What pretty little teats,” a man’s voice rumbled, the hands on her breasts squeezing and kneading. “Nice nipples for milking.” Fingers pinched the little buds in question and she gasped again, going up on her tiptoes and bouncing in place as the pressure on her sensitive buds increased.

“Why don’t we taste it?” another man asked.

Oh god.

This was so wrong and so hot at the same time.

No one was mocking her. They were acting like she really was a little hucow, ready to be milked, even though her milk hadn’t come in despite the daily herbs and supplements she was taking and the twice-a-day pumping. God, she wished she had real milk for them to taste.

But it didn’t matter that she didn’t. They were acting as though she did, acting as if it was real. As if she really was a hucow and had milk.

And it was turning her on even more than she thought it would, especially when the first person removed their hands and someone else replaced them with theirs. Being blindfolded, being able to hear them but not see them, made the sensations so much more intense.

The second person tugged on her nipples, pinching and pulling as if they really could draw milk from them. She gasped, shuddering, her muscles clenching in reaction. She could feel the tail brushing against the backs of her thighs as her muscles made the plug bob inside her.

“I want to try.”

The hands moved away and then she felt it—someone had crouched beneath her and put their lips on her nipple.

“Oh God,” she whispered as the pleasure flushed through her. Then someone else came to her other side, doing the same, mouths suckling on both of her little buds. Her breasts tingled as if there actually was milk inside them, she could almost imagine it flowing through her.

It felt so damn good.

She whimpered as the mouths moved away and were replaced by more hands, more mouths. They crowded in around her, touching more than her breasts now, commenting on how sweet her milk was, how soft her skin was, how pretty her pussy was. Someone lifted her tail and announced that she was soaking wet.

Part of her felt like it should be humiliating, but she was too turned on to be embarrassed. This was everything she’d wanted.

Almost everything.

“My turn,” a deep voice growled, sending a shiver straight down her spine.

The soft tail fell back into place, brushing teasingly against her plump pussy lips and tickling the inside of her thighs. The hands moved away, replaced by a single hand that cupped one of her breasts. She knew her breasts weren’t that big, but this hand completely engulfed one.

Even blindfolded, the presence beside her felt huge. Intimidating. Maybe just because everyone had moved away so quickly the moment he’d spoken.

This had to be her Dom, her partner for the week.

Considering how just his touch made her go weak in the knees, even more so than all the hands that had been caressing her combined, she really hoped he was her partner and that she hadn’t just imagined she recognized his voice from the videos she’d watched.

“Good girl,” he murmured. She felt him shift beside her and then slide carefully under her. His body brushed against hers as he did so, like he was too big to move beneath her. Just how big was he?

Both hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them, leaving her nipples free in between his fingers.

His hot mouth closed around one stiff bud, and she cried out with pleasure as his tongue laved over it.

His fingers squeezed again, massaging her already sensitized breasts, and then he released her nipple with a pop, moving over to the other and suckling hard.

Her nipples felt sore, used, and yet she didn’t want him to stop.

God, if only she had some real milk to fill his mouth with.

She hadn’t even seen his face in the videos, but it didn’t matter. She felt the connection between them, the way he was leaning into the part the same way as her. This was the man she wanted to be a little hucow for.

Patrick

With his erection threatening to split his jeans, Patrick sucked harder on the stiff nipple between his lips, dragging his teeth over it.

He imagined the little buds must be sore after so many people touching them, suckling them, but he wanted to leave his mark on her.

To make sure she remembered him the most, despite how many others had been touching her.

Several of them were still watching, obviously enjoying the show. Some looked a little disappointed that their roles were already over. Well, too bad. He was going to “buy” her now and then she was his hucow, and he wasn’t planning on sharing.

Well, there had been that one scene in the book that she might want to re-enact… but he’d cross that bridge when he came to it.

Releasing her nipple with a little pop from his mouth, he ran his hands appreciatively over her breasts again.

Her nipples had turned into stiff little pencil erasers, dark pink from all the stimulation.

Though it was probably just his imagination, he could almost swear he’d tasted something extra sweet as he’d been sucking on them.

“Sweetest milk I’ve ever tasted,” he declared. “I’ll take her.”

They hadn’t discussed lines or anything, and he knew that wasn’t quite how it had happened in the book, but he figured he was allowed to take some liberties with the source material… and he didn’t want to have to watch anyone else touching her again.

“She’s all yours,” Master Derek said, a smile flashing quickly on his lips before it disappeared again. His arm was around Sadie, who was bouncing in place, beaming with wide approval at Patrick.

At least the Ranch owners were happy with his performance, and Mina certainly didn’t seem like she objected as Patrick eased his way out from underneath her.

With how small she was, it had been a tight fit for him, but he’d managed it.

He had a feeling that dichotomy was going to define the entirety of their time together.

Mina

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.

She’d recognized Master Derek’s voice even though he’d only said three words.

The man touching her was Patrick and her entire body felt like it had lit up with interest. She really, really, really hoped he wasn’t against having sex with her, because she was more turned on that she’d ever been in her life.

Not that she was going to get to do anything about it right now.

The stockade was lifted up, but she immediately felt a collar being put around her neck with a little bell on it that chimed softly with the movement.

They didn’t take the blindfold off.

Which, she wasn’t sure they would.

Something was slipped over her hands and feet and she could feel straps being pulled and hear buckles being fastened into place.

The sheaths felt like leather and they had joints on them so she could bend her wrists, elbows, and knees.

While the things weren’t entirely uncomfortable, she wondered if they’d be more comfortable if she got down on all fours.

She had a feeling the answer was yes.

“All done,” someone said, and patted her on the bottom.

There was an odd growling noise, and she got the feeling that the person who had just touched her was the one who giggled and hurried away in response.

Strange.

“All right then, let me take a look at you.” The deep growly voice belonged to her partner for the next few days.

The blindfold was gently lifted from her eyes and Mina blinked several times as they readjusted to the light. The fuzzy outline of a very large man came into focus.

Cowboy hat, check. Handsome, check. Broad shouldered, check, check, check.

Broad everything.

As he straightened up, Mina frankly stared. She was used to being shorter than ninety percent of the people she met, but holy Brawny Cowboy, Batman, Patrick was huge. She wouldn’t have to get on her knees if she wanted to give him a blowjob, she could just bend forward.

He was inspecting her just as intently as she was him, almost like he was waiting for her reaction to him.

Mina blinked.

She wanted to climb him like a jungle gym on a playground, but with the things that had just been put on her arms and legs, she didn’t think she would be able to. It was tempting to try anyway.

Holy shit… is he proportional?

Mina couldn’t help it. Even though he was staring directly at her, watching every nuance of the changes in her facial expression, she looked at his dick. Or, at least, what she could see of it. There was a very, very, very big bulge at the front of his jeans.

Oh my.

Her pussy clenched, and her bottom tightened around the plug at the same time. The plug which suddenly seemed inadequate for stretching her appropriately.

His deep chuckle made her look up again, her cheeks feeling like they were on fire, because he obviously knew that she’d been checking out his package.

Yet, under the circumstances, even though she was a little embarrassed, she didn’t feel like melting into the floor or anything…

nope, she’d much rather just get his jeans off and start exploring.

But it wasn’t up to her.

Which just made her even hotter.

“Okay, little hucow. Let’s get you to the barn.”

Mina whimpered, pressing her thighs together as her clit ached for relief that didn’t seem like it was going to appear any time soon.