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This vignette was written for Kemper as part of my themed Patreon request day for the month of November 2018. This month's theme was "Down on the Farm" and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults. :3

Separated

Kemper cursed as he turned around and found that the tour group was gone. This was the third time he'd lost them in the space of an hour. He didn't understand how they were all moving so quickly, how none of the rest of the people on the tour seemed even remotely interested in actually looking at what they were being shown in more detail, happy just to stroll around with the tour guide chatting amongst themselves and waiting for their free samples at the end of the visit. It made the sabretoothed cat's mind reel to even consider someone not finding this whole place absolutely fascinating. A farm of solely anthro animals, providing the highest end luxury products of both dairy and fabric to luxury shops and other very exclusive clients. In principle alone it was an idea that brought up dozens of questions in the feline's mind, but in practice, actually being here and seeing it working, it was a real treat.

Or at least, it would have been had Kemper not felt so rushed and unable to stand around examining the various milking machines and other pieces of equipment dotted around the tour route. They all bore text-heavy signs and computer screens demonstrating how the original pieces of farm equipment were converted and refined for anthro use, and how in turn those innovations led to more ethical and conscientious farming of non-sapient animal life. They were clearly there to be read by people taking the tour, and yet the pace at which the rest of the group was urging the guide to continue meant that every time Kemper stopped to read one, he ended up having to rush to catch up with the end of the group before he missed the entire next section being much more briefly explained aloud.

This time however, when Kemper turned the corner and expected to see the back of the tour group facing him at whatever next stop lay on their journey, he instead found just an empty corridor with no fewer than four separate corridors leading off it. With a groan he hurriedly traversed up and down the corridor's length hoping to spot the group down one of the route-ways, but there was no sign of them anywhere. His face flushed. He was lost, and thus effectively he was trespassing here on private property. Sure he could walk back the way he'd come and end up back at the start of the tour route, but that would probably mean forfeiting the second half of the tour entirely and frankly this excursion had been a little too expensive to justify just giving up half of it. The other option however was equally unnerving. Pick a route, hopefully find the tour group or some of the other tour markers, and make it to the end on his own under the hopes that he wouldn't get in too much trouble if he kept his hands to himself along the way.

Taking a deep breath, Kemper took the second option. He picked a route, walked down it, and immediately turned around again as he walked straight into a dead ended corridor full of what looked like store rooms. He picked a different route, and this time to his delight he found another marker for the tour displaying another piece of old milking equipment. Then another, and another. His heart swelled as he read through the information before hurrying on, believing himself to be on the same route as the rest of the tour, just a little way behind them as he proceeded deeper and deeper into the bowels of the facility.

The first thing Kemper knew about not being where he was meant to be was about fifteen minutes later, as he stood reading a plaque set up in front of a seat similar to the luxury chairs in which anthro dairy cows were able to sit as they were milked today. A door stood on the opposite side of the corridor from where the chair was positioned behind a section of metal railings clearly meant to keep tour guests from sitting on it, and as Kemper turned his head with a smile, hoping to see the tour guide having come back to find him or at the very worst another member of the tour staff on a similar job, his eyes bulged.

Before him, in the doorway through which he could see not a small room or another corridor but a vast complex of what looked like cubicles with translucent plastic tubes rising up from each one, many opaque with some rich white liquid, stood a cow. A gorgeous, plump bovine woman in a blue silk robe which was open at the front, showing off her truly huge breasts, nipples swollen and dripping with milk even now, and between her legs a pussy which had rendered her thighs wet with what looked and smelled to the feline's sharp nose a lot like potent sexual arousal.

"There you are! C'mon, I know you might have been called up for this at short notice, but they should at least have told you to come and find me rather than making me walk all the way up here. Honestly, you'd think they'd never had someone call in sick before."

Kemper barely had time to open his muzzle and let slip a soft gurgle before one of the cow's strong hands grabbed hold of his own, and he found himself pulled forward and into the vast chamber beyond the doorway. As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, he felt his ears ringing with a myriad of new inputs. The whirring and hissing of motors suckling and drawing forth milk in vast quantities. The rustling of bodies in comfortable chairs. He walked past the first of the cubicles with the cow still leading him without any opportunity for explanation, and a moan of the feline male's very own rang in his ears as he saw a cow blissfully being milked while a lithe gecko knelt between her legs and ate her out. Another cubicle bore another cow being milked, this time without a companion but one hand holding a powerful vibrating wand toy to her clitoris, hips arched off the chair as juices gushed out around the buzzing accessory. He heard cries, screams, bellows and grunts of pleasure ringing out from all around the vast milking shed into which he had been so unexpectedly drawn, and as he passed by more and more cubicles and saw countless cows being sexually tended to by themselves or one or two other anthros apiece while they were milked, he felt his own cock beginning to swell and throb not just at the sights greeting him, but also under growing suspicion of the reason why he had been brought here in the first place.

Sure enough, no sooner had they arrived at the cow's own cubicle, she laid herself down in her seat and looked up at Kemper in expectation as she began to re-affix her milking tubes upon her breasts.

"Wanna take your clothes off for me? Show me what I have to look forward to for the rest of my shift?"

Kemper opened his muzzle to say that he shouldn't, that this was all a mistake and that he wasn't who the bovine woman before him thought that he was. But instead, as the cow opened up her legs and showed him the most gorgeously plump thighs and the most spectacularly large, chunky clitoris that Kemper had ever seen between them, he just gave a somewhat incoherent murmur and found his arms acting almost independently of his mind as they began to unfasten his jacket, unbutton his shirt, and before long loosen his belt.

"Ooh... oh, now that I didn't expect. I love a good surprise package..."

The dairy cow moaned over the whirring of the motorised pumps affixed to her breasts, the milk already starting to flow from her body and obviously bringing her a considerable degree of pleasure in their own right. The reason for her excitement beyond the stimulation being applied to her nipples however was obvious, and just as Kemper's arousal was focused between her legs, so too was her desire for the sabretoothed cat now focused between his. She beckoned him forward, to her side, and Kemper growled happily as she reached out and wrapped a strong, trembling hand around his canine cock with its still only slightly swollen but still visibly knotted length.

"Tell me, what's your name... I always feel it's a little rude to fuck a man without asking his name first."

She stroked his cock, pulling him closer by its length and craning her neck forward as though intending to flick her tongue out and taste his tip, though seemingly restraining herself from that temptation for the time being.

"I... aah... I'm Kemper."

Kemper moaned bashfully, overwhelmed by this whole situation and still utterly unable to fathom why he hadn't yet told the woman before him the truth, not that she seemed in any doubt as to why he was here anyway.

"Hi, Kemper. I really... really like your cock. But, before you slip it inside me and fuck me senseless, I have a question. Call it a test if you want, I just wanna make sure you're a good fit for my needs, since we've never worked together before."

The cow didn't introduce herself in return, but simply continued to stare hungrily at the knotted cock being squeezed and stroked to an ever greater state of arousal within her grasp. Kemper nodded in agreement, and she smiled lustily.

"Good boy. My question is... when you knot a lady, when you cum in her, and she's still horny afterwards... what do you do?"

Kemper's cheeks flushed crimson, but he knew the answer that popped into his head almost instantly. He whined, rocked his hips against the bovine woman's hand, and glanced down her gorgeous plump body to peer longingly, hungrily between her legs.

"Honestly? I do whatever she tells me to do. She'll know her body best, after all."

The cow moaned and shuddered, and her hand around Kemper's cock squeezed harder.

"Mmnh... good answer. But, assume I.. that is, this hypothetical woman leaves it all up to you. Lets you use your best judgement. What do you do to her on your own initiative?"

Kemper considered this for a few more seconds, but it still didn't take him long to formulate a truly sincere answer.

"If the decision was just mine to make, I touch her more. I... I move my cock inside her as best I can to give her more pleasure, and... personally? If she likes it, I play with her clit. I stroke it, squeeze it... do whatever she likes to it, until she's cum enough times to satisfy her, and... and maybe then just once more, for luck."

Releasing Kemper's cock, the bovine woman stared at him hungrily and gestured down between her legs.

"That, Kemper, is almost exactly what I wanted to hear. So... please, fuck me. Knot me. Cum in me, and then... whether I've cum once already, twice, three times or more... keep going. Keep touching. Rubbing. Learn every inch of me, inside and out, and... oh god, don't stop until my shift is over, and I can take you back to my on site dorm instead."

Kemper's eyes widened, and once again he felt his body moving without almost any input from his mind as he felt his legs guiding him around the bountiful and beautiful form of the cow's body and in between her legs. He trembled as he leaned forward over her, getting closer and closer to her trembling naked body and the open, eagerly waiting space between her legs that was calling so urgently to his cock. He panted. He moaned, and she moaned right back as she urged him to stop holding back and just fuck the hell out of her already.

Then a whine of static rang out around the milking shed, and a voice rang out for all to hear, including Kemper and the cow who had plucked him from his self-guided, misguided tour solely under the assumption that he was specifically there to act as some sort of officially hired replacement assistant to her.

"This is an announcement for Kemper. Would Kemper please return to the front reception area, or make yourself known to a member of staff. Your tour group has concluded its allotted visiting time."

The feline's eyes widened, and as he rested against the cow with his cock about to press into her pussy and his whole body trembling with excitement, he peered into her own widening eyes with a look of apologetic guilt written across every hair of his furred face. He didn't try to explain, but simply began to withdraw, right up to the moment where he felt the cow's legs wrap around his back, and pull him forward not just to the same degree against her, but so tight that he moved even further forward than before, and actively felt his cock pressing into the bovine woman's pussy.

"Will you fuck me like you said you'd fuck me? Keep pleasuring me till I'm... mmh, until I'm satisfied?"

Quaking in ecstasy and desire all rolled into one as she felt the feline's knotted cock push into her but remain stationary, twitching aside after that point, the cow moaned breathily to Kemper as she wrapped her arms around him too, holding his face close to her chest and in doing so hiding his features from anyone who might walk past. Kemper shivered, ran a trembling hand, then another across the cow's beautiful plump body, and nodded as he gently rocked his hips against her.

She moaned loudly, and giggled as the PA system crackled and rang out once again, calling for any and all staff members to be on the lookout for an unauthorised person wandering somewhere along the tour route of the main milking building.

"Fuck me, Kemper. Knot me, before anyone has a chance to find you, and I promise... you won't get in any trouble. After all, without you here, the dairy's most prized and productive worker would have refused to keep on going for the rest of her shift. But, with your help... oh. Ohh god, yes... r-right there..."

Her eyes rolled, her body shook as Kemper rocked his hips and began to do precisely as she had asked of him, watching her colossal breasts jiggle and moaning in delight as he saw the flow of milk from her breasts growing stronger and stronger the more successfully he pleasured her.

"...ooh, Kemper! With your help... I won't just convince them to let you stay for tonight if they spot you. I'll have them offering you a job before you walk out the door. And all you have to do is... ahhh, ahh yes... all you need to do is, keep on... yes... keep on fucking me just like... mmnhhh... just like that!"

By Jeeves

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