Pretty Cow - The Making of a Hucow (3 page)

I was a pretty cow. Pretty cows who behaved were
rewarded. I was a pretty cow who loved rewards.

The speaker box hummed to life. I couldn't wait to
follow the voice's new direction.

*****

"I
t is a mix of command hypnosis, frequency
modulation and fostering dependency. Drugs and controlled diets effect the
physical changes you see. But as I stated earlier, the most important aspect of
it all is that all of these subjects
wanted
this. They might not have
known it yet, but they did." Sato smiled. He knew he was talking just to
talk. The gathered group might ask questions but they weren't listening to the
answers. All that was really on their minds was how they could get their very
own pet.

"How long does it take to make them like
this?" asked the Sheikh. He didn't even bother to turn away from the glass
to ask his question.

"Three months is standard. From initial
processing to community integration. Once they make it to the yard, they can no
longer be called human. What you see out there, what they think they are now,
that is truly how they see themselves. To treat them as anything else would
only upset my pets now."

"And they will stay like this? If I purchase one
of your toys, it won't wake up one morning and run off?"

Sato shook his head. "Our earliest subjects are
now years into their new lives. Don't think of this is a trick or training.
Think of it as overwriting their personality. This is all they will ever
be." Beyond the glass, a large wooden door began to open.
Right on time
,
Sato thought. "And it looks like you are in luck today. Watch the doorway.
Our newest pet is being integrated today."

Some of the gathered businessmen pressed themselves so
close to the glass that Sato would have to bring in a cleaning crew to wipe
away the smudges their noses would leave behind. He smiled at that. Eager
customers were always welcome at the farm. "If anyone is interested in
purchasing our newest pet, the bidding will start at one million U.S. Funds are
to be deposited by the close of business today."

*****

"W
ait by the red doors my pretty cow. Today is a
special day. Go through the door when it opens. Go to the trough straight
ahead. It is feeding time for the pretty cow."

The voice commanded and I obeyed. Patiently, I waited
by the large red doors that had never opened for me before. I didn't question
what was on the other side. I already knew the answer. There was a trough
through the big red doors. It was feeding time. I was a pretty cow.

I sat on my haunches as I patiently waited for the
door to open. And when I heard hinges creak, my head lifted. A thin crack of
bright white light appeared in the middle of the large red doors. My bell rang
as I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees. As the crack of light grew, I
crawled forward. I was a pretty cow. It was feeding time.

I shuffled through the doors and for the first time in
a long time, bright white tile gave way to something more real. Green grass
pressed into my palm and scratched at my legs as I moved out of the white,
sterile room behind me. And when I cleared the doors, the sound of creaking
hinges filled my ears once more.

I felt uneasy here. The smell of antiseptics had given
way to the scent of fresh air and green grass. I could feel the heat of the Sun
on my naked back. Dirt pushed its way under my nails. And when I looked up,
real clouds drifted lazily through the sky. I missed my ceiling of unchanging
white and blue.

But it wasn't just the scenery change that put me on
edge. As I looked around, I realized I wasn't alone anymore. I wasn't sure what
to do. To my left, five women in tight leather harnesses that crisscrossed
their bodies stood like giants in the middle of a field. Already tall and
skinny, the sequined heels the women wore only made them more imposing as they
danced gracefully through the field. Thick tails of shiny hair hung down from
their asses and swayed as they moved. Their heads were all harnessed and
between each of their teeth sat a bar of thick black rubber. Square pads of
black leather jutted out from their temples, hiding their eyes from my view and
on four of the women, a single red feather, over a foot long, reached skyward.
The fifth woman's feathered plume was white. But when my eyes dropped and I saw
the swinging cock, I realized the white plumed one was a man.

Ponies. Pretty pretty ponies. I turned my head. I
wasn't a pony. I was a cow.

Off to my right was a large section of fenced in yard.
A mud pit took up most of the area and as I stared, I saw movement in the pool
of wet earth. I thought it was a rock at first, but when the short woman pushed
herself to her knees and trudged through the red and brown mud, I realized the
thickset mud monster wasn't alone. Scattered throughout the muddy pool were
numerous shapes that slowly resolved into human forms. The men and women were
covered from head to toe in the brown muck, with only the whites of their eyes
and teeth giving them away in the mud.

As I watched, one of the mud men pushed himself to his
knees and chased after the rotund female from earlier. He tackled her before
she could pull herself from the pit, and as she squealed, the man mounted her
from behind, pressing himself into her. Mud splashed and splattered all around
them but no one in the pit took notice. What was a little more mud to a piggy?

The crackle of a speaker box behind me made me jump.
""Please move to the trough. It is feeding time for the pretty
cow."

Pretty cow needs to eat. It is feeding time for the
pretty cow.
My head swung again, sending the brass bell around my neck
crazy. And there, directly ahead of me like the voice had told me back in the
room, was the trough. The silver basin gleamed in the sunlight. And my empty
trough wasn't the only one in front of the strange mirrored wall ahead. It was
only one trough out of half a dozen, and all of the others were already occupied.

Pretty cows!
I pushed forward faster, racing to
join the rest of the herd. I closed the distance, and as I did, I could hear
the symphony of bells as the cows dipped their heads into the troughs. I was
giddy when I finally reached the empty silver basin and dipped my own face into
the sweet, pasty mush. As I lapped up my food, I caught the reflections of my
trough mates in the mirrored wall.

There were four other women, each with short hair and
wide hips. They all had thick arms and legs, with rounded bellies and plump
asses that crested above their skulls as they dipped their heads into the
feeding troughs. Each wore a thick collar and a bell. And each had a set of udders
with nipples that were so long they brushed against the dirt as they ate. I was
home.

Movement to my right caught my eye as I dipped my head
into my trough, but I didn't care. I was a pretty cow and it was feeding time.
And when I felt the weight of something press against my back, I still didn't
raise my head from my tray. But when I felt the cock wedge itself between my
legs and split me open, my head shot up. I saw him then, with his hands pressed
into my thick ass cheeks.

He was huge. Black-skinned and bald, the bull had a
large golden ring dangling from his nose. Two smaller golden circlets hung from
his earlobes, and a matching set pierced his tiny nipples. He wore no collar.
He had no bell. But as he pressed into me again, my body shook from his impact
and the bell around my own neck rung out.

The pretty cows at the other troughs rose their heads
in unison and began lowing, filling the air with the sound of mooing and brass
bells. The big beast behind me pressed forward again and I couldn't help but
join my sister's calls. Half moan and half moo, it was the only sound I could make.
The feeling of the bull inside of me was like nothing I'd ever felt. The rubber
cocks during my milkings weren't half as large as the monster inside of me now.

My breasts ached and my nipples grew hard while the
bull bellowed behind me. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to make my pleasure
grow, but pretty cows didn't touch. Pretty cows kept their hooves on the
ground. And when I dropped my head, I saw the dry dirt to turn mud underneath
me as my nipples leaked my sweet milk into the earth.

Pretty cows don't waste milk,
I thought as I
watched my swaying breasts spill my creamy goodness into the dirt.
Pretty
cow is full. Pretty cow needs to be milked!
As if my stray thoughts called
them, two of the other cows dropped to the ground and pressed their plump
cheeks into the dirt. Tongues lashed out at my long nipples, pulling them
towards open mouths. I sighed as lips wrapped out my teats and the other cows
began to draw my milk out.
Pretty cows don't waste milk. We are pretty cows.

The bell around my neck rang out rapidly as the bull
picked up speed. My pussy was sore and stretched farther than it had ever been,
but the pleasure was overwhelming any pain. I could feel myself tearing now as
the bull pushed into me, but I didn't care. Instead, I pressed my hips back
towards his, taking the monster cock even deeper into my body. My eyes
fluttered uncontrollably as his rod massaged my G spot before slamming into my
back wall like a jackhammer.

I couldn't catch my breath. A steady string of moans
escaped from between my lips as cows and bulls alike pleasured me in ways that
I'd never felt when I was a person. Tongues licked my sensitive teats as their
owners mouths filled with my milk. And my nipples weren't the only thing
leaking at the moment. My pussy was dripping as the bull continued his assault.
And the wetter I became, the faster the mountain of muscle behind me could
slide in and out.

The bull picked up speed again and it was all it took
to push me over the edge. An orgasm more powerful than anything before ripped
through my body, flooding me with erotic energies and threatening to knock me
to the ground. My eyes rolled back as I mooed loudly. The cows on my breasts
let my teats fall from their mouths as they joined me, filling the air with the
sound of our lowing.

My arms and legs shook as I struggled to hold myself
upright. My mind was fogging as every muscle in my body tensed. And still the
bull pushed into me. If anything, his speed increased again. My pussy clamped
down on his cock, which only made the feeling of his forceful trusts that much
more enjoyable. I was on the verge of tears when the bull finally slowed, then
stopped thrusting altogether. His cock swelled within me, stretching me even
more as he spilled his seed deep into my body.

I caught my breath as I waited for him to finish. And
as he slid out for the final time, I nearly came again. I watched the bull
crawl away, with his monstrous cock still hard as steel. It glistened in the
sunlight, wet with my juices. At over half the length of my forearm and nearly
as thick as my wrist, I couldn't believe the bull had fit inside of me.

The bull moved back to his trough. So did the other
cows. Taking my cue from the rest of the herd, my head dipped back into my
food, with my tongue slipping from my mouth to scoop up more of the sweet paste
that I'd come to love. My pussy ached now but I ignored it. I was stretched and
torn, but I was still a pretty cow. And right now it was feeding time. Pretty
cows needed to eat.

*****

"A
mazing..."

"They just... and then it was like nothing
happened."

"And the sounds they were making..."

Sato loved listening to the crowd after a show. But it
wasn't just the exasperation he loved. He loved watching the world's elite
slobber over his creations. He loved seeing them so wrapped up in the display
that they no longer even tried to hide their arousal. Some pressed their hands
to the glass while others pressed them to their crotches, bending back half
hidden erections or stroking themselves slowly over their pants. And the women
were no different. Sato smiled when he caught the only woman in the crowd with
one hand pressed between her legs while the other brushed across her nipples which
stood out under her silky blouse.

Sato saw dollar signs as he watched the rich paw at themselves
like confused teenagers who just discovered their bodies. His new pet was a
sure sell now. The only question left was how much she would fetch, and if it
would recoup the loss of income that her sister had brought upon him. He
scowled at the thought of her. The money he could have made with a set of
twins...

"What about pregnancy?" Asked the woman
suddenly. "That man, the bull thing, he didn't pull out."

Sato waved his hand dismissively. "All of the
males in our designer lines are castrated during in-processing. Our bull here
is given regular testosterone supplements to keep him performing. Our gelding
in the pony field is what you should expect without the hormone treatment;
docile, feminine."

Sato could see the momentary shock in the face of every
man gathered in front of him. They were as predictable as they come. But the
woman, she seemed to stand a little straighter, with her smile growing wider,
as she realized what had been done to the men behind the glass.

"She was leaking. Was that milk? Do they really
produce milk?" Asked the business man in the dark suit.

Sato nodded. "Our feed is enriched with nutrients
and hormones to stimulate milk production. Our new cow has been on a very rigid
milking schedule and currently produces almost a gallon per day. Kept on our
program, she will continue to produce like this for years."

Men licked their lips and smiled.

Sato clapped his hands together. "If there are no
more questions, I think it is time to get down to business. Do we have any bids
for my pretty cow? Two years of our specially formulated feed is included in
the buying price, as well as any medical visits needed."