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Mina

The ride to the barn wasn’t comfortable for a multitude of reasons, and it took a lot longer than she expected. After the first few minutes, she started to suspect that maybe her Brawny Cowboy was purposefully taking a more circuitous route. Maybe to make it seem more like her book fantasy.

Though, riding in the truck to get to the barn hadn’t really featured heavily into her fantasy. And she didn’t have anyone to talk to. But she wasn’t bored either.

Just incredibly, incredibly horny.

Looking down at the coverings on her legs and arms, which had an adorable black-and-white cow pattern on them, she’d been fascinated by the lengths to which the Ranch had gone to in order to fully fulfill her fantasy.

The sheaths went over her knees and her elbows, which meant she’d be able to crawl if she needed to, but she could walk upright pretty comfortably as well.

She was otherwise naked, but she didn’t mind that.

It had been exciting to be naked in front of so many people. To not even know how many people were there. How many had seen her. Touched her.

And then he’d come along.

Looking down, she couldn’t miss how dark red her nipples were. They still stood out from her chest, tightly budded from all the pinching and pulling and suckling. Just thinking about it made her press her thighs together.

The bench she was sitting on pressed her tail plug firmly into her bottom. That part wasn’t too bad, except when they hit a bump, and that felt as good as it did uncomfortable.

The worst part was how aroused she was and how utterly unable she was to do anything about it.

The arm covers went all the way down to her hands.

There were pads for her palms – and her knees on the leg covers – so that she would be able to easily crawl on all fours if she wanted to.

Or if her Brawny Cowboy required her to.

Just thinking about that made her feel even more aroused. It didn’t help that she was imagining crawling in front of him, her tail swishing back and forth in her bottom, her breasts hanging down beneath her.

But because they were meant to help her crawl on the ground, the pads were not something she wanted to touch her pussy with. The side that touched her palm was padded with soft cushioning, the side that would be touching the ground reminded her of blunted soccer cleats.

Despite that, there was a part of her that was tempted to try, though she wasn’t sure how it would work.

The amount that she’d have to spread her legs open just to get her hand between them…

and then she wasn’t even sure how it would feel.

She was starting to become more desperate from her increasing arousal when the truck and trailer finally came to a stop.

Mina sat up, the little bell around her neck clanging softly.

She was strapped to the side of the trailer around her waist, which was acting like a seatbelt.

She couldn’t get up, but she did her best to crane her neck to try and see out the slits that served as windows.

They were so high up that even if she wasn’t so damn short, she probably wouldn’t have been able to see out of them.

Now that they were here, she didn’t have to wait long.

The double doors at the back of the trailer opened and there he was, her big, brawny mountain of a cowboy.

“Hey, little hucow,” he said, seeming to relish the words. As endearments went, some women might object, but for Mina it just felt like he was really there with her in the fantasy. “Let’s get you unstrapped.”

The trailer rocked slightly as he hoisted himself up and in, coming over to crouch down and undo the strap around her. She lifted her arms up to help him see better.

“Moo,” she said mischievously, making him chuckle.

She liked it when he chuckled.

Was she allowed to talk? She honestly wasn’t sure.

Crap. That was one thing they hadn’t addressed during all the prep and discussion prior.

While she knew she could say “red” to stop everything, for some reason she hadn’t thought about just having a regular conversation, and she hadn’t thought to ask.

“Hey, Patrick.”

Another man appeared at the opening of the trailer just as her brawny cowboy finished getting her free. Patrick lifted his head and turned to look over his shoulder as the man added, “Well, now, that’s a fine-looking heifer you have there.”

This man was extremely attractive, though she preferred her brawny boy. Yeah, yeah, she knew his name, but there was something fun about calling him her brawny cowboy in her head, even though Patrick was a perfectly nice name.

“Arlo.” He nodded his head in greeting. “Thanks. Is her spot in the barn set up?”

“All ready for you.” The other man grinned. “I think she’s going to be very pleased.”

Mina’s heart started beating triple time again because she didn’t know exactly what it was going to be like.

Yes, she could choose to not sleep there tonight but…

well… she wanted to spend at least one night in the barn.

She couldn’t even define why. A therapist would probably have a field day with her head.

Turning, Patrick pulled something off his belt. It took Mina a minute to realize that it was a leash. Wait, no it would be called a lead rope which became evident when he clipped it onto her collar.

“Come on, little hucow,” he said, his dark eye gleaming with anticipation as they met hers. “It’s time for your first milking.”

Fuck. Mina felt like she was going to spontaneously combust from being so turned on.

Her breasts throbbed as she got to her feet. Unlike her brawny cowboy, who had to duck his head to move about inside the trailer, she could stand easily.

“Uh uh,” he said immediately, shaking his head, and Mina squealed when his big hand reached out and popped her on the bottom. It wasn’t a hard slap, but it did sting like the dickens, and it had surprised her as well. “On all fours like a good little hucow.”

Mina dropped down immediately, her right cheek still tingling from where he’d spanked her. His hand was so big it had practically covered the entire cheek. God, what would a spanking from him be like?

Did she really want to find out?

Yes, maybe, whispered a traitorous little voice inside her head.

But not right now.

Mina crawled out of the trailer in front of him.

Arlo, the other man, lowered a ramp for her to use before they reached the edge.

She could feel her tail swishing against the backs of her legs and knew that the fantasy she’d had of her brawny cowboy watching her from behind as she crawled was now coming true.

Her breasts jiggled as she moved and she felt more aware of them than ever.

She could feel Arlo’s eyes on her too, though he was watching with a more distant interest, not the heat that she could feel coming from Patrick.

They’d parked on hardpacked dirt, thankfully, so she wasn’t going to have to go through mud or anything. Even with the arm and leg covers to protect her limbs, she wouldn’t have wanted to do that.

The sounds of actual animals nearby had her lifting her head and looking around.

Two pigs, two goats, and a llama were lined up at the fence of a nearby pen, watching her being unloaded. Mina couldn’t help but giggle at the unusual audience.

“That’s our petting zoo,” Arlo said, seeing where she was looking. “There’s a few cows in there too, but you have your own private space in the barn.”

Should she say thank you?

“Moo.” She settled for trying to make it sound like a thank you, which made both of the men chuckle.

“You can talk if you want to,” Patrick said, reaching down to pat her bottom. The side that he hadn’t spanked. Was it her imagination or had he also just given it a little caress?

At least his comment cleared up the question of conversing. “Thank you,” Mina said softly.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart, just let any of us know if you need anything. Or tell Patrick and he’ll let us know.” Arlo clapped Patrick on the shoulder. “You two go have fun, I’ve got work to do.”

Yes, please.

Patrick

Being on Rawhide Ranch like this, instead of for his usual job, was completely different.

Watching Mina crawl on the ground, one cheek still a little pinkish from where he’d spanked her, her tail moving back and forth from her plugged bottom, plump pussy lips glistening at him… fuck yeah. That flat-out did it for him. It was fucking hot as hell.

He couldn’t wait to get her hooked up to the milking machine.

Watch her reactions.

Sometimes reality didn’t match a person’s fantasies or they discovered that they’d rather have kept it a fantasy…

that wasn’t the case right now. From what he’d witnessed of her reactions, not for Mina and definitely not for him.

They were both turned on as hell. He’d managed to get slightly better control over himself while taking his time driving to the barn.

It had only taken about ten minutes even though he’d circled a few times to make it a longer than normal drive, but it had been enough.

He felt like he had a permanent erection and there was only one cure… but they’d just met.

And she was so tiny.

It would probably be better to start things off with his hand or a toy.

No matter how much he wanted to plunge in and fuck the holy hell out of her…

that was just more of a reason not to. Because he wasn’t sure he could control himself enough to keep from hurting her.

Though he’d read over her file several times since he’d accepted the assignment, he wasn’t positive what her limits were yet.

What she could actually take vs what she might fantasize about.

From what he’d read, she hadn’t had a ton of experience with kink though she had a lot of knowledge about it.

The barn door was open and he already knew where she’d been assigned.

It was a corner of the barn where the other animals did not stay during the night, which had been set up just for her.

There was everything she could need. An actual bed and nightstand had been brought in.

The bathroom was nearby, but there was hay and a thick blanket if she wanted to try to sleep on that.

There was a milking bench which was a spanking bench with some alterations.

All her things had already been brought there and he saw her perk up when she recognized her luggage and purse waiting for her.

But that was for later if she wanted some time off from the fantasy.

Right now, it was time for her first milking, and he had to admit that he was incredibly excited to try the setup for the first time.

He didn’t care whether or not she produced.

From her reactions to everything that had happened so far, she was going to love it, and that’s what was important.

According to her file, he knew she’d been trying to coax her body into actually lactating, and he would happily try her milk if it happened.

If not, just acting as though she was turned him on more than he would have thought possible.

She gasped when she saw the milking bench.

It was very much like a normal spanking bench, padded along its length with spaces for her knees, but there was a gap where her breasts would go.

More padded wood would support her collarbone and arms. From what Patrick understood, the design wasn’t all that unique.

It was meant to allow for breast play, but he doubted many people used it for milking.

Next to the bench was a large machine with a long tube coming from it that split into two tubes before it reached the bench where they connected to two suction cups. The cups were from a real breast pump and would be removed, cleaned, and sanitized between uses.

“Let’s get you in position, little hucow.” He’d noticed the way Mina shivered every time he called her that. It emphasized what they were doing and why she was here. She liked being reminded.

He liked reminding her.

It didn’t take much to get her up and into position, which was what made him realize that yes, Derek had known exactly how petite she was. The bench was already adjusted to her height so that she fit easily onto it, her small breasts hanging down from the open space.

Patrick couldn’t help but bend down to cup the little mounds again, giving them a good kneading and squeeze, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers. She whimpered, the sound going straight to his cock, wriggling against the bench as he did so.

“You’re going to make such sweet milk for me, aren’t you little hucow?” he murmured, tugging as he spoke.

She moaned, and then at the last second turned it into a moo, which made him chuckle again.

Releasing her breasts, he knelt down beside her to get the suction cups in place for her first milking.