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"Move, soldier! What are you, a crawling grub?!"

The Legionnaire gave the soldier walked in front of him a rough shove.

"Yes, sir! Sorry, Legionnaire Wildgrowl!"

The shove propped the lazy-ass soldier to put a spring to his step, lowering his ears. Wildgrowl still did good for his namesake and growled at him, though.

"I don't want apologies, I want improvement! Every morning I have to drag one of you lazy excuses of a charr by the tail to go get the morning milk! Every single morning, soldier! If I don't, it's like you cannot do anything by yourselves!"

The Legionnaire's yelling echoed through the steel barracks of the Iron Legion. Wildshot, one of the useless members of the Warband he led walking in front of him, just lowered his gaze in grumbly submission.

"It's this level of sheer incompetence that keeps our Warband doing stupid tasks like these! A cub could milk a cow! I bust my ass to get us out of this dump, but then soldiers like you are too lazy to make the best out of it!" The Legionnaire's yelling continued. He felt frustrated and berating the incompetence of his underlings always made him feel better.

It was still early in the morning. As the two charr made their way out the back of the barracks and into the enclosed outdoor stables, there was not a soul to be seen around. The sun had just about appeared on the horizon, and most Warbands that lived nearby weren't even awake yet. The stables had always been the jurisdiction of the Wild Warband and, though Wildgrowl didn't quite remember when they had taken to the habit of milking the cows this early, he knew it had to be done. In fact...

The charr frowned. He knew that they'd come to milk the other cows later as well, so why were they... Wildgrowl looked at his subordinate walking in front of him and in a flash of realization, noticed that Wildshot was nak- no, not entirely naked, he had his loincloth wrapped around his waist, but nothing else. The Legionnaire felt the morning chill keenly on his fur too, though! When he idly scratched his chest, Wildgrowl's claw touched something. Looking down, his eyes went wide. The ring piercings on his nipples matched the one he had on his nose, yet he didn't quite remember getting those. To make matters worse, when Wildgrowl took a good look at himself, his eyes went wide realizing that even though they were already outside, he was completely and utterly naked. The Legionnaire's pudgy belly, hefty sheath and heavy balls swinging between his legs, all fully exposed to-

"Legionnaire Wildgrowl, sir?"

His subordinate's voice made Wildgrowl blink and realize he had stopped in his tracks. The overwhelming sense of wrongness that had overcome him for a moment went away when he got distracted. No, everything was normal. They did the same thing every day for as long as he could remember... of course everything was normal.

"Shut up, soldier! Keep going!" The Legionnaire wasn't in the best of moods. Having to wake up this early to deal with incompetence was something he did not appreciate. Just for the heck of it, he gave Wildshot's ass a kick to prompt him to move faster.

The enclosed space for their cows was wide. With a simple wooden fence surrounding it, several crude stables made of wooden beams kept each cow within its own space. Only a handful of them had animals inside, but as they walked into the enclosure, they did not head for the cows. The pair of charr just naturally walked towards its corner, where they always went to.

There, at the edge of the enclosure, a single set of wooden beams stood where they could tie the cows to for their milking. The small stool, bucket and gallons prepared for the milk were set at the side as well. All of that was normal. As Wildgrowl stood there, he found himself unsure about what to do. He thought back about why exactly did he have to come with Wildshot to milk the cows and couldn't make sense out of it. Why had he woken up early and felt a need to come? Legionnaire Wildgrowl frowned, his mind struggling to puzzle the reason and, as he looked around, that sense of wrongness started rising within him again. He was standing out there, naked, and Wildshot was gathering everything to start the milking, but...

The ring of a bell made Wilgrowl's eyes go wide all of a sudden. Wildshot had grabbed the two sets of bells hanging from the wooden beam.

"What are these for again...?" the soldier asked, dangling them between his claws and making them ring again.

Something within Wildgrowl changed. The large charr let himself fall forward, dropping to all fours with his eyes still wide. His mind stopped working, all thought ceasing, as he looked up at his soldier from below. He saw the charr holding the bells, looking confused, and the sight felt... familiar. Wildgrowl felt a stir in his loins and a happiness surge within him. Something that he liked was about to happen, instinctively and from routine he knew, but his simple mindset could no longer form any thought beyond that knowledge. Opening a dumb smile, the Legionnaire only did what he knew he was supposed to do.

"Mooooo."

Wildgrowl mooed happily at his soldier, who only then looked at him and seemed to notice his presence. For a moment, the surprise in Wildshot's eyes became utter and complete shock, but it only lasted a fraction of a second. Then he blinked and seemed to realize everything.

"Ah, there you are! You sneaky cow," the charr said. A hand came to pat Wildgrowl's head between the horns, ruffling the fur of his head. "Let's get started before the damned Legionnaire comes back. You seem ready to live up to your namesake, Milky."

Wildshot looked around to make sure his Legionnaire was nowhere to be seen, then kneeled down to wrap the larger bell around the cow's neck. With its weight dangling there, every movement from Wildgrowl had the bell swinging and ringing, like a cow's would. With the first bell attached, Wildshot then moved on to attach the second one as per his routine. The smaller bell had a shorter band as well. Wildgrowl, or as the soldier had called him, 'Milky', couldn't help but huff and buckle a bit when the charr grabbed his heavy balls between his legs and pulled them down just enough so that he could tie the second bell around the base. It left his furry nuts pulled and exposed right beneath his sheath, dangling between his legs as Wildgrowl stood there on all fours.

"That's better," the soldier said, giving the cow's rear a few pats. Milky's tail swished back and forth in the air. The soldier then grabbed Milky by the horn to pull him, guiding the 'cow' closer to the wooden beam in order to properly position him. Wildgrowl complied, moving up on all fours and standing in his designated spot.

As the charr carried on to grab the bucket and stool, Wildgrowl merely watched him. His mind remained empty, but his smile returned. The charr could feel a fire lighting up between his legs. From his sheath, the charr's member starting emerging, hardening up, until it was half-hard and dangling.

When Wildshot returned to set the stool and bucket beside the cow, he grinned.

"Ahh, that's a good cow. Getting ready for it, huh?" New pats came to Milky's side when the charr sat down on the low stool. "Don't worry, we'll get you nice and prepared. There's plenty of time, despite what Legionnaire 'Wildwhimper' keeps yellin'."

The soldier chuckled at his own joke. "Isn't 'Wildwhimper' a better name for 'im? I swear to all the gods, all he does is complain and yell all the time!"

Wildgrowl stiffened when he felt a paw roughly grabbing at the base of his sheath from the side. The charr's words went straight through his ears, but the hold and tugging on his sheath made him shift and huff.

"Mooo," Milky responded, showing his appreciation for the paw.

"Yeah, he's the worst." The charr took hold of Wildgrowl's member and started stroking it mildly. The half-hard, pink barbed cock started hardening right away. With another loud huff through his nose, Milky humped against that paw in an instinctual response to the stimulation.

"Hey! Stay still! Be a good cow now," the soldier reprimanded. Milky didn't listen, he made little sense of the charr's words, but a tug on the bell around his balls pulled at them and made him wince for a moment. With an unsatisfied huff, the charr stopped humping and buckling, allowing the other charr to stroke his dick from the side at his own pace.

"That's it. Gotta get the milking done right or else Wildwhimper there is gonna drill me for it. He already gets on my tail enough as it is. Just last week, I was assembling my gun and fuckin' Wildwhimper comes and..."

Milky wasn't listening to a word the charr was saying. As the charr continued to berate and badmouth his Legionnaire, the only thing the 'cow' was interested in was the milking process. That hand stroking him quickly drove him to a full erection, but then it continued to simply stroke him idly from the side. The paw gliding over the surface of his cock, tickling his barbs, made Milky huff and moo with enthusiasm there on all fours as he was. It wasn't too long until the first droplet of pre-cum hit the bottom of the bucket with a metallic 'thump'. Milky couldn't help but thrust against the milking hand some more with eagerness.

"...and then, when the gun shot its third round it didn't come out right, but Wildwhimper pinned it on me that it didn't, putting me into the most humiliatin' duty for not one day, but three! All because I wasn't-"

"Moooo!" Milky interrupted, thrusting more against the soldier's paw.

"Hey, settle down!" the charr growled, tugging at the bells to pull on Milky's balls again to make him whimper and stop his thrusting.

The charr's fore and hind paws shifted and shuffled with unease, standing there on all fours while the soldier tended to his cock so slowly.

"Alright, alright, I see you're just about ready. Let's get ready to get some good milk out of you, eh Milky?" Wildshot gave the 'cow's rear a slap that made him Milky flinch, but all he did was moo in affirmation. The charr then got up from his stool and kneeled by the Milky's side.

"Oh yeah, look at this. Nice and firm, ready to let all the milk out." Wildshot played with Milky's cock, bouncing it a few times and making Wildgrowl growl and huff in eagerness once more. "Just need a little coaxin' to get a good amount of milk."

Dutifully staring forward like any cow would, Wildgrowl merely felt as a pair of lips touched the tip of his cock. Then, the soldier's maw enveloped more of it, suckling at it. Milky couldn't help himself. He thrust in again, burying more of his dick into the charr's muzzle and letting his tongue roll out of his mouth for how good it felt to have its warmth enveloping his dick. Then, a tug on his balls by the bell made him flinch and pull back.

"Hnghfg! Bad cow!" Wildshot said, gagging a little after the sudden thrust. "You're so fuckin' feisty today!"

Still grumbling and looking disgruntled, Wildshot's maw soon enveloped Milky's cock again. This time he held back from thrusting and let the soldier work.

"Mooooo..."

The charr suckled at the tip of his cock for a few moments, then slowly and surely took more of it into his maw. That delightfully soft tongue caressed the underside of Milky's cock, making it throb with arousal. The charr kept it slow, the purpose of the oral work clearly to tease and get him worked up, but it was very much working. It took a lot of willpower out of Wildgrowl not to thrust into that waiting maw again as it slurped and caressed his member.

Milky just closed his eyes. Pre-cum was deposited right on the charr's tongue as he grew more and more excited. Wildgrowl's balls felt nice and full, growing impatient to shoot his load as the pleasure gradually increased with the slow blowjob. With care, the soldier bobbed up and down Wildgrowl's muzzle, getting him near the climax he was eager to achieve.

"Mooo..." Wildgrowl mooed with more fervor. He threw some shallow thrusts, unable to help himself, but though he felt Wildshot grabbing the bell attached to his balls, the charr didn't pull on them just yet. He kept working while the eager 'cow' kept thrusting, feeling his orgasm drawing closer, the pleasure peaking.

"Mooo... moooooo..." Wildgrowl panted, the bell dangling from his neck ringing as he started shuffling on all fours, the pleasure rising...!

And then Wildshot pulled back entirely.

"Moooo...!" Wildgrowl complained, huffing.

The soldier, however, wasn't in a hurry. Wildgrowl looked back to see him taking a droplet of white pre-cum that had run down his chin and bringing it to his maw to suckle on it. The charr then made a face.

"Your milk is a little salty today again, but I guess it'll have to do." With Wildgrowl's cock throbbing, fully hard and near the edge of orgasm between his legs, the charr still calmly gave his rear a few pats and sat back on his stool.

"Mooo!" The eager 'cow' said again.

"Easy there, easy. We're building up the milk! Gotta make sure we get a nice and full bucket." The patting on Milky's rear slid down to his thigh, caressing the fur near his cock, but not yet grabbing it. The high of Wildgrowl's pleasure gradually diminished, the edge of his orgasm slipping away from him in a frustrating manner, heightening his arousal even more.

"If I don't get enough milk, the fuckin' Legionnaire will get on my case. I can't have that happen. Legionnaire Wildgrowl will..." Wildshot blinked, staring at Milky. "Legionnaire Wildgrowl will... he'll... ...Legionnaire?!"

The soldier's eyes went wide staring at Milky. Then, he looked at Wildgrowl's hard cock dangling above the bucket, pre-cum dripping into it occasionally, and gasped. "What is?! I..."

Wildshot put a paw on his head. As Wildgrowl just stared at him, unable to understand what was happening, he swore he could see a brief flash of pink right before Wildshot's eyes, and then the soldier blinked and seemed to calm down.

"Uhh... okay. Yeah, the milk. Gotta get the milk. You're always the eager cow, Milky, very eager. That's a good cow."

"Mooooo!"

Much to Milky's delight, the soldier's paw reached for his cock again. Grabbing it from the side like before, he started stroking it with mild speed, trailing that hand through his length and making Milky moo with renewed pleasure. Pre-cum came from his tip again to fall into the bucket waiting below.

Much like before, the soldier, who was definitely experienced at milking after having done it so many times, expertly put Milky right at the edge of orgasm, then stopped. While Wildgrowl mooed in complaint and thrust against the air, the charr just patted his rear or rubbed his balls, getting the 'cow' all the more aroused and eager but not letting him reach the highest point. All while cooing and telling Milky what a good cow he was and how they had to keep building up the milk, but none of that registered in Wildgrowl's mind. He wanted one thing and one thing alone.

It repeated itself twice, thrice, four times with Wildshot edging the Legionnaire and then denying him release. Each time, Wildgrowl's huffing and mooing grew more eager and frustrated and each time Wildshot had to hold on to the bell hanging from his balls in order to keep him still, tugging and pulling at them until he forcefully calmed down. Wildgrowl kept shifting between his four paws, dragging them against the ground and still trying to thrust at the air mindlessly when his cock was left throbbing a second away from orgasm for the fifth time.

"I think we're just about ready. The milk is just leaking out already, begging to come!" Wildshot gave the dangling charr's cock one single powerful stroke, enough to make Wildgrowl moo with eagerness, thrust forward, and for a splatter of pre-cum to hit the bucket below. Repositioning the stool behind Wildgrowl, the soldier still gave him a little more time to calm down before Milky felt a strong grip at the base of his cock, pointing it down... and then another grip around the center, the soldier readying both paws to milk him.

Eager and knowing the point he longed for was drawing close, Wildgrowl huffed hard through his nose. He thrust down against those paws a little, but then the grip lightened.

"Nuh-uh, Milky! Bad cow! You know the rules! I do the milking, you just stand still."

The words didn't really make sense in Wildgrowl's mind in a way that he could think about them, but somehow he still understood. He fought against his instincts to hump and stood still, letting the other charr's paws on his cock work it instead. That, however, didn't stop him from mooing out loud when those gripping paws started pumping at his cock, stroking it downwards while keeping it pointed at the bucket like a true milking.

"Moooooo...!"

With a dumb smile growing across his face, Wildgrowl lifted one of his hind paws to give the charr better access to his cock. The pumping grew faster, then faster still, the milking truly happening and the pleasure he had been denied started returning fast. Wildgrowl's limbs trembled...

"That's it... that's a good cow! Yeah, give us the milk, c'mon... give us a good load of milk..."

Wildshot kept egging him on as he worked his cock, telling him what a good cow he was, asking for his milk. Wildgrowl knew he could only oblige, as the cow he was. It was his duty, his purpose. It helped that it also happened to be extremely pleasurable...

"Moooo..." Wildgrowl exclaimed. His leg supporting himself felt weak. He grabbed on to the wooden beam in front of him for extra support as he felt his pleasure rising.

"Thaaaaat's it... c'mon..."

The pumping grew faster, those paws working at his cock, going up and down, literally milking it, squeezing it, teasing his barbs...

It was too much for Wildgrowl.

"Mooo... moooooooooooo!"

The charr's mooing grew louder as he felt his pleasure finally reaching its peak. His cock started throbbing, but the milking didn't stop... if anything, it only sped up. Wildshot _really_knew how to milk a cow...

"Theeeeere we go! That's a good cow! A very good cow!"

Wildgrowl's smile and empty stare only grew as he felt the pleasure of orgasm overcome him. Soon, the loud noise of a strong splash against metal rang as he shot straight into the bucket. Jet after jet of 'milk' came with Wildshot timing his pumps with the throbs of Wildgrowl's cock to milk as much of it out as he could.

"Very nice load of milk, Milky! That's it... yeah, the Legionnaire is not gonna be able to complain about this!"

The splashing sounds continued for a little while, then slowly dwindled down, but Wildshot kept milking the cow at a slower pace to get every single drop out of it. It was only when Milky, panting and huffing, shook his hips to pull away. The milking got uncomfortable on Wildgrowl's oversensitive cock after the orgasm. Wildshot finally let go of it to leave it hanging semi-hard between his legs, only the final droplets of cum still dangling from his tip.

"Nice and white! You're a very good cow, Milky!" There were a few pats on his rear again, then Wildshot used a paw to shake Milky's cock to get a few more drops to fall down.

"You know what, though?" Wildshot's paw still held Wildgrowl's spent cock between his legs. "...The fuckin' Legionnaire always wants to be the first to taste the fresh milk, but... he's not the one that comes here and does all the work. Why should he get to taste it first?"

Wildgrowl glanced back. He got to see the soldier looking around to make sure the Legionnaire wasn't anywhere nearby.

"I've earned the right to taste at least a little bit. Straight from the tap, too!"

It came as a surprise for Wildgrowl when the soldier leaned forward to wrap his lips around the tip of his cock once more. This time, Wildshot suckled and, when he did, the surge of pleasure made Wildgrowl's cock harden all over again. It didn't stop him from huffing. The tongue swirling around the sensitive tip of his cock was a little much.

"Moooo!" Wildgrowl complained with a little impatience. His cock still throbbed though, shooting a weak extra spurt of cum for that waiting tongue as it teased his member.

Wildshot finally pulled away, making a face. "Blergh! Very salty, Milky. I didn't know milk could be salty."

Despite his complaint showing he might not have liked it, Wildshot still licked his lips, not wasting a single drop of the 'milk' before taking the full bucket.

Milky knew the process all too well. The bells were unwrapped, first from his balls, then from his neck, and put away. Then, Wildshot grabbed him by the mane to guide him back and away from the stable with the full bucket on his other hand.

"That was good, Milky. No wonder you're our best cow. Let's get you settled so I can move on with my damned day."

Milky followed obediently. On all fours, he let himself be guided by Wildshot, except that the other charr didn't lead him to the stables where the other cows were. For some reason, he led him outside, out of the enclosure's gate, and the moment the two charr walked past it, they both froze in place. The grab on Wildgrowl's mane loosened, both charr staring out into nothing for several seconds... before they both blinked at the same time.

"Hmmmrgh..." Wildgrowl grumbled. He felt his head fuzzy. He automatically got up from all fours and placed a paw on it to rub his forehead. Only after rubbing his eyes several times did he start making sense of things. When he opened them, Wildshot was standing there, bucket of milk in his hand and staring at nothing. He was being the same dumb, useless, lazy grunt he always was. Wildgrowl stared at him a little confused for a moment, then when he continued to do nothing like a chump, the larger charr leaned in to growl straight against his ear.

"WILDSHOT!" he yelled, startling the charr and almost causing him to spill some milk from the bucket.

"AAH! L-legionnaire Wildgrowl?! Wha- where did you-"

"SHUT IT, Wildshot! I caught you being lazy again, standing there! I see you got the milk, and about time! If you stand there like a dumb shooting dummy it's gonna get cold!" Wildgrowl snarled right against the smaller charr's face. "I swear, if that milk is cold by the time we arrive at the barracks I will strap YOU to a shooting dummy for target practice and then you'll REALLY get to stand still all day staring at nothing! While being shot at!"

"Ah- I... y-yes, Legionnaire, sir!" Wildshot quickly said, lowering his damned ears and rushing towards the barracks. Wildgrowl went after him.

"Damned useless grunt..." Wildgrowl grumbled. He felt angry, but somewhat more relaxed than he had earlier. He couldn't quite tell why.

As Wildgrowl looked down at himself, he saw his own half-hard cock dangling between his legs and, for a very brief moment, his eyes went wide. His face grew hot, realizing he was naked and half-hard out in the open, that he had... and he was going to...

A flash of pink made his eyes flicker to the side and he forgot. No. Wildgrowl just smiled.

It was a regular morning. The very same thing had happened yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. It was routine. Yeah.

Everything was normal and fine. As the Legionnaire eyed the milk swishing around the bucket Wildshot carried, he licked his lips. He loved the morning milk and couldn't wait to try it.