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Story by DoggyStyle57, November 2012 Commissioned by talon2point0

Clora Smith © talon2point0 : A 16 year old girl who is a bovine/bunny hybrid Rebecca Smith and William T Bennings © talon2point0 : A dairy cow and a bunny, Clora's parents Farmer Smith © talon2point0 : Bloodhound, Owner of the dairy farm that Clora was born at. Talon © talon2point0 : A 19 year old boy who is a grey elkhound

A bloodhound in faded work clothes unlocked the door to a tiny cleaning supplies room in the back hallway of a barn at the Smith Dairy Farm. He didn't bother turning on the light. Light from the barely risen sun filtered through a narrow, steel-louvered vent set high in the wall, and that was enough for the moment, since he knew right where everything in this room would be. He owned this dairy farm, and he came in here every morning.

In the farthest corner of the room - hidden behind a double-width steel cabinet full of cleaning supplies - pale stripes of light reflected downward from the polished slats of the vent, and dimly illuminated a malnourished bovine/lapine hybrid girl who slept fitfully on the bare floor. She looked mostly like a tan and white-furred cow, but she was much too skinny to be healthy. She had huge lop-style bunny ears, and the entire length of her long cow tail was covered in a thick layer of fluff, like the tail of a bunny. Her large, firm breasts looked grossly out of proportion to the rest of her, and were swollen with milk, her nipples leaking slightly. She was naked except for a thick collar that was locked to her neck, a gold plated numeric ID tag that was permanently attached to the edge of her left ear, and leather cuffs locked on each of her wrists. A chain from each wrist cuff was locked to a ring on the wall. A small water pan and a faucet to refill it were just within her reach while she was chained there, as was a foul-smelling floor drain that had more than once been forced to serve as her toilet.

The bloodhound snorted derisively as he knelt beside her and unlocked her chains. Then he stood, woke her with a not so gentle nudge from one foot against her shoulder, and said curtly, "Breakfast, Bitch!" He never called her anything but 'Bitch'. If she had a name, she never knew it.

Her eyes flew open and she fearfully scrambled into place, to kneel submissively in front of him. "Uh huh!" she mumbled, while looking no higher than his belt buckle. With trembling hands she took his cock out of his pants, opened her mouth and expertly sucked his cock, deep-throating his entire length, until the dog groaned and she swallowed his entire load.

The farmer grunted, stuffed his cock back in his pants, and reached down between the girl's wide-spread legs to grab a slender, two foot long steel chain that dangled from a ring piercing her clitoris. Using that chain as a leash, he tugged once, to force her to stand. "Move it, Bitch!"

The naked girl yelped in pain, jumped to her feet, and meekly followed him.

He led her to a small bathroom down the hall, and watched impassively as she used the toilet and then splashed cold water on her face at the sink. Her wavy hair was a dull strawberry orange color, and fell nearly to her waist. It would probably be pretty if properly cared for, but she didn't even have a comb, let alone a brush. She used her fingers to get rid of the worst tangles and to push her hair away from her face, with only a dull and bent metal mirror over the sink to see her distorted reflection in.

Then the dog took her a few yards farther down a hallway where half of the fluorescent light tubes were dead, to a place that the rest of the dairy cows called 'the punishment room'. If you didn't know what to look for, you'd never suspect the room was there. It wasn't even properly a room in the barn at all, but was formed out of a narrow space between two dairy barns. The alley between the two buildings was blocked off at both ends by pumps, tanks and other machinery. This space was walled off from the alley with high fences of rusted metal roofing scraps, and roofed over by the overlapping roofs of the two adjacent barn buildings. The only way to get into the space was through an entry that was hidden behind a set of wooden shelves that were nailed to the door to the secret room. The concealment of the door wasn't terribly good. You could still see the door's hinges on one side of the back edge of the shelf cabinet, and the doorknob was in plain sight at the back of one shelf, with only a pile of rags beside it, to conceal it if a health inspector was at the farm. But it sufficed.

Inside this little room were four cut-down milking stalls, each with its own milking machine, where a cow could be chained in place so that she could neither sit down nor leave the stall for any reason. None of the other dairy cows ever wanted to be stuck in this room for even a single a day. But for 'the Bitch', it was her customary workplace, and unless she was summoned for 'other duties', she had to stand there for twelve hours a day, without even breaks for meals, or to use the bathroom. The other cows got frequent breaks to eat all they wanted, for free, in the dairy's cafeteria. The Bitch only got to eat whatever kitchen scraps that were brought to her - never a morning meal, and seldom lunch, but usually only a sparse bowl of wilted leftovers that passed for dinner.

She didn't resist at all as the farmer locked her wrist cuffs to a bar in front of her shoulders, and picked up a thin yet strong steel chain off the floor and padlocked it to the end of the similar chain that dangled from her clit ring. The weight of the padlock and chain tugged downward on her clitoris, and she gasped involuntarily. After that, he secured the cups of her milking machine onto her swollen breasts, strapping them onto her almost like a bra, and started it pumping her milk.

Once he was sure the pump was extracting her milk properly, farmer Smith stood behind the girl, took his cock back out of his pants, and had sex with her while she stood passively in her milking stall, chewing her cud and staring at the rusting wall a foot ahead of her. There was no passion in his use of her body. The dog acted as if this was just another boring farm chore that had to be done. He moved with the same rhythm as the sucking pulses of the milking machine - his grunts almost indistinguishable from the incessant 'chunka-chunka' sound that it made. His thrusts made the chain on her clit ring shake and bounce, and his use of her combined with the tugging on her clitoris made the girl cum repeatedly. He paid no attention to her involuntary mooing as she had her orgasms. When he was finally sated, or perhaps just sufficiently bored, he locked her in the room, alone and dripping with his seed, and he went about his other chores.

===

Several hours later, the farmer returned, unchained her, and said, "Two wolves just hired you, Bitch! Let's go." He allowed her to use the hall toilet, and then led to the breeding barn.

The Bitch earned far more money for the farmer by working as a whore than by what he got for selling her milk. She didn't particularly mind being a whore. Between being half bunny and the hormone shots that they gave her to stimulate her milk production, she was almost always horny. Sex was usually pleasurable, and helped with the constant needy feeling between her legs. It was also much more interesting than staring at a rusty wall all day while she was milked.

The Bitch was led naked through the regular milking barn, past dozens of happy, shirtless cows who, unlike her, were all dressed below the waist - wearing pants or skirts, and their shirts or blouses were either open or hung neatly on hangars or clothes hooks at the side of their stalls. Most of the others were reading, or listening to music, or playing on handheld games while they lounged in comfortable chairs and got milked. At the South end of this particular milking barn there was a room containing two rows of five breeding stalls, in a small but comfortably warm and reasonably well-lit area. The farmer took the Bitch to the nearest empty stall, where she numbly bent at the hips so her torso was resting on the stall's padded bench. The adjustable bench had a gap between her belly pad and the pad for her shoulders, so her full breasts could hang down and still be milked while she was being bred. He secured her wrists and waist to the bench's frame with leather straps, and then secured her ankles to the side rails, near the floor.

As he finished fastening the stall's milking machine to the Bitch's breasts, he nodded to a pair of thirteen year old wolves who were waiting impatiently against one wall, with their pants unzipped and their cocks already out and hard. "She's all yours, boys. One hour - mouth, ass or vaginal - as much as you can do before the timer runs out. When the bell rings, I don't care if you're tied with the Bitch - you pull out, and if you aren't done cumming, you can jack off on her, but no more penetration without paying for another hour, got it?" He cranked a kitchen timer fully around and set it on a small shelf at one end of the stall.

"Yeah, yeah, we've used her before, Mister Smith," said the first boy, as he pushed past the bloodhound and thrust his cock into the Bitch's vagina.

The other boy stuffed his cock in the Bitch's mouth, and started eagerly muzzle fucking her. "God this bitch can suck!" he said.

"Yeah, the Bitch sucks like a first rate milking machine," the farmer said. "'Damned near the only thing she does right, if you ask me. Well, you boys have your fun. I'll be back in an hour to see if you want to pay for another round." He left through a red door on the South side, going into the barn's office.

The Bitch silently did her job, not expecting these inexperienced boys to last for long or to be able to give her an orgasm. She hungrily swallowed the first boy's seed, as the wolf boys both popped off in less than ten minutes. Cum wasn't very nourishing, but if she swallowed enough of it, her stomach wouldn't growl so much.

Twenty minutes into the wolves' session with The Bitch, after the boys had traded places and were well into a second round with her, farmer Smith led another naked teenaged cow in from the milking barn and over to the breeding stall closest to the office. She was a purebred Holstein, and eight months pregnant. She eagerly got into the stall, put her music player's earphones in her ears, and then lay on her back, chewing her cud while the farmer fastened her ankles to the upper rails of the stall, secured the bench's waist strap high above her belly, just under her breasts, and hooked her up to a milking machine. He left her hands free to use her music player. Then the farmer set the timer for a middle aged otter who had been waiting at the office door. "There you go. Donna's yours for the next hour," he said. "Fuck her as much as you want, until the timer runs out."

The otter eagerly began fucking Donna, while rubbing his hands on her well-rounded belly. "Your belly's even bigger than last week," he said. "Oh yeah! I just felt your baby kick! God, how I love fucking a pregnant girl!" he exclaimed happily.

Donna just laughed and said, "Sometimes I wonder if she has a soccer ball in there with her. She sure does love kicking my ribs! She's gonna be a big, athletic girl like her four sisters, I bet. Ohhh, that feels good, honey! Fuck me nice and hard!"

The farmer came back when there was about five minutes left on the wolves' timer. By then, both boys were already limp and had had enough. "Man she's good, Mister Smith! Best fuck I've ever had!" said one of them. They walked out through the office, with big grins on their faces, patting each other on the backs.

Once the boys were out of hearing range, the farmer said to the otter, "Ha! She's probably the only fuck those two brats have ever had."

"You got that right! Hell, they only came once each after I got here, and didn't even get a single moo outa the Bitch! Unghhhh!" said the otter, as he filled Donna with his seed for the third time. The Holstein was mooing happily as she had her fourth orgasm.

The farmer unfastened the Bitch and got her to her feet. "Take a bathroom break, clean up, and get your ass lubed up good," he said to her. "Your next customer is a stallion. He said he wants anal as well as vaginal sex with you, and he paid extra for you to be clean and ready for him." He led the Bitch to the nearest bathroom, watched her prepare herself, and then took her back to the breeding stall.

When the horse came into the breeding stall room, the Bitch looked at him and shuddered. She'd been with plenty of horses before, but this guy was an adult Shire Stallion - one of the biggest draft horse breeds. He was seven feet tall if he was an inch, two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle, and when he took off his pants, his cock was thicker than her wrist, even before he got fully erect.

Yet he was surprisingly gentile as he carefully worked his huge cock into her ass. "There, there, girl," he said. "That's it, relax and let me in. You can take it," he said, talking to her in calm, soothing tones.

She didn't reply, except to groan and close her eyes as his massive shaft forced her ass wide open.

When he had a good ten inches of horse cock stuffed into her butt, he fucked her ass slowly, savoring how tightly she wrapped his cock, "That's a good girl! Such a nice, tight ass, and so deep!"

He reached down with one hand and started fingering her clitoris and tweaking her clit ring and chain gently. The Bitch began to moo, quietly at first, and then louder as she started cumming and felt his hot seed flooding her backside like a fire hose gone wild.

When he finished in her ass and popped free, he took a small towel from his hip pocket and carefully wiped his cock clean, before working his massive member into her vagina with equal care. He eventually managed to get a full fifteen inches of his cock into her, pushing well past her cervix and deep into her damaged womb on each thrust, once she was used to his girth. Her cervix had been torn wide open years ago by the first stallion to mate with her, and her uterus lining had later been scraped bare and scarred over after surviving a life-threatening infection. It no longer hurt to have her barren womb penetrated. Everything deeper than her vagina was incapable of feeling anything at all. The Bitch was mooing and lowing incoherently before he was done cumming in her womb.

The stallion had paid for two hours, and used her for the full time, moving from her vagina to her ass and back again, until he had cum a total of six times, pouring a seemingly endless river of horse cum into her ass and her vagina.

From the other end of the row of breeding stalls, the otter watched in admiration as the stallion reamed out the Bitch. The otter continued to fuck Donna himself, cumming one more time, and then he jumped, startled, and pulled out quickly when his own timer rang. Then he zipped up and departed on his own through the office door, leaving Donna happily listening to her music, still dripping cum, strapped in place, and ready for her next customer.

When the farmer came back at the end of the stallion's time, the horse put his pants back on, handed the dog a hundred dollar bill, and said, "She was magnificent! Not a talker at all, but she seemed to enjoy serving me. I insist that she be allowed to keep this, as a tip for her wonderful service to me. I will definitely be returning, and I will check the next time I come to use her, to make sure that you let her keep it all! Do we have an understanding?"

Farmer Smith was a rather large dog, but the stallion was a good fourteen inches taller and looked quite strong enough to pick the farmer up and throw him to the far side of the room, without breaking a sweat. "Ah, yes sir. She will get all of this," he said. He took the hundred dollar bill and swallowed fearfully, placing the bill in his pocket.

"Good. She earned it, and I will come back for her, many times, if she is here and you have been allowing her to keep my little presents. Do. Not. Disappoint. Me," the stallion said, poking the farmer in the chest four times with one finger, each time with enough force to make the farmer take a step backwards.

"I won't... sir," farmer Smith said. And he meant it. The Bitch would get the hundred dollar bill. But the farmer would keep all of the $350 that the stallion had paid for his two hours with her, instead of giving half of the fee to the Bitch!

The farmer checked on Donna, adjusted the cups of her milking harness slightly, and then left both girls in their stalls. Lunchtime usually meant a steady flow of paying customers, and the cows could get milked there as easily as anywhere else. He didn't give either girl a chance to wash up.

As soon as she was left alone, the Bitch took advantage of being on a flat, padded surface, and napped, sleeping lightly.

===

In a roadside diner, not far from Smith Dairy, a young elkhound sat at the counter, eating his lunch and listening to two high school aged wolves at the far end bragging to a couple of their male friends about what studs they had just been, cumming five times each with 'the Bitch', and how she had mooed with pleasure and begged them for more.

The bulldog that managed the diner stopped wiping the counter, indicated the wolf boys with his thumb, and said quietly to the elkhound, "My ass they did! If either of those young pups ever managed to cum five times in a single day, I'll eat my dish towel. Those pups probably couldn't even make the Bitch cum, let alone make her moo."

"Ahh, who is the Bitch?" the elkhound asked.

"She's a whore that works over at Smith Dairy Farm. Never heard her, boy?" the bulldog asked. "Who are you, kid, and where have you been lately - on a boat lost at sea?"

"Not far from it, I guess. I work on a tugboat, though I've worked on just about any kind of boat that will hire me. When I'm ashore, I usually just crash at my apartment, eat, sleep, and watch movies on DVD's until it's time to go out on the boat again," he replied. "Name's Talon. So, this girl... Why do they call her a Bitch? Is she a dog, or does she just have a nasty temper?" Talon asked.

"Naw, it's 'Bitch' as in female bastard, because she's only half cow, and her daddy wasn't the bull that the farmer mated her mom to," the bulldog said with a laugh. "Everybody in these parts has heard her story. Her mom was Rebecca Smith. For ten years in a row, Rebecca was farmer Smith's best-in-show dairy cow, and the best milk producer at Smith Dairy. Just before the Bitch was conceived, the farmer paid a huge stud fee to mate Rebecca with the county's best-in-show bull. But a bunny named William managed to knock Rebecca up before the stud bull got to her. Boy was the farmer pissed at wasting that stud fee! He fired William, of course. But then, to add insult to injury, William and Rebecca eloped - left their half-breed infant indentured to the farmer, and ran off. Farmer Smith hunted for them for years, but they slipped away and no one ever saw them again. He still holds a grudge over that. God, if I had a dollar for every time I heard that dog complain about how they screwed him over, I'd be a rich man."

"Wow, that's some story! And now she'd indentured to the farmer, and works for him as a whore? What's she like? Is she pretty?" Talon asked.

"Heck yes, she is! I reckon she's sixteen or so by now, but she's been whorin' over there for at least four or five years, maybe longer," the bulldog replied. "She's skinny as a rail, but her face is a whole lot prettier than most cows - more like a bunny. She's horny as a bunny, but has a cow's wide hips and big tits. They say she's barren because she's a half breed. It's a good thing she's good at sex, because being only half cow, she apparently isn't a very good milk producer."

"I never would have thought to look at a dairy for a whore! Is that even legal? Do dairy cows do that a lot?" Talon asked.

"The unmarried ones do, yeah," the diner manager said. "It's legal for any dairy to breed their cows. See, a dairy cow needs to get pregnant to start making milk, and needs to keep getting pregnant every year or two, or their milk dries up. The authorities don't care if the farmer pays stud fees to bulls to knock up his cows, or if the bulls pay the farmer to use 'em as whores. And if the cows that are already pregnant accept a few additional paying customers that aren't bulls, or if the farmer and the cows are willing to risk a cow getting pregnant by other species, no one cares. If you don't mind the girl being a bit pregnant, or even extremely pregnant, a cow can be a damned fine lay, and you never need to bother with a condom. The Bitch gives the best damned blow jobs in the county, and anything else you do with her will be right up there with the best lays you've ever had!"

"I think I'll look into that then," Talon said. "So, where is this farm?"

===

Talon drove his fairly old 4-door sedan to Smith Dairy Farm. He stopped at the entry gates, and talked to a teenaged bloodhound girl who was in a booth at the entry. "Ahhh. Ahem! I guess I need to talk to the farmer. It's ummm, about... hiring... one of his cows?" He was a little embarrassed to be asking a young girl about the whoring that supposedly happened here.

"Okay! Daddy's in the breeding barn right now. It's the blue barn with a big letter 'B' painted on the wall. Park right in front of the barn, and go in the red door. He'll be in the office, or in the breeding room just through the office," she replied, without any trace of embarrassment.

Talon drove through the gates, parked his car, and found the farmer inside, "Ahh, excuse me? I heard I could... hire a girl here?"

The farmer looked up from the newspaper that he was reading, and said, "You heard right. First time here, eh kid?"

"Umm, yeah. I... don't normally pay for sex, so just how does this work?" Talon asked.

"Well, I have three girls in there right now," the bloodhound said. "They're all unmarried, and either pregnant or barren, so you won't need a condom, and you can't knock them up. You can take your pick, or I can bring in a fresh girl from the dairy barns, if there's someone else you'd prefer. Donna's a seventeen year old Holstein, and she's eight months pregnant with her fifth calf. Daisy's a fourteen year old Jersey Cow, and she's only a month pregnant. It's her second pregnancy, and she doesn't even show yet. Then there's the Bitch. She's a sixteen year old mixed breed - cow and bunny - and barren. Donna and the Bitch have both just finished with customers, if you like your girls sloppy. You'd be surprised at how many guys love sloppy seconds. Or, for a small fee, we can clean one of them up for you. Daisy just came on duty, so she's already clean."

"I think I want to try the Bitch." Talon said. "The guy running the diner said she was really good."

The farmer explained the prices, starting with a single blow job, and going up to hiring one or more girls for the whole night. "The most popular deal is to enjoy the girl in the stalls here for a full hour," he said. "Then whatever you pay for, you can do as often as you can manage in that hour. If you're low on cash, there's an ATM in the corner, behind you."

Talon handed him some money, and said, "Guess I'll try an hour, for oral and vaginal. Umm, can I decide on the 'clean up' part after I've seen the Bitch?"

"Sure, kid. And look 'em all over. The price is the same for any of them. You might change your mind once you meet the girls," he replied, as he took the money. Then he led Talon to the room where the breeding stalls were, and said, "Take your pick, and then I'll start the timer."

Talon first looked at the extremely pregnant girl, her cunny oozing with cum, and he shuddered. He walked quickly past her. Donna just smiled and waved as he passed, wrapped up in her music.

The next girl turned her head and looked at him, smiling happily. She looked like she was only barely fourteen. "Gonna give me a try, sweetheart? My name's Daisy. You can be my first customer today! Ohhh, I bet you have a nice doggy knot!"

Talon turned to the farmer, and asked, "Ahhh, why are they all locked in their stalls?"

"Aww, that just keeps 'em from getting skittish. Cows are pretty submissive by nature, boy, and easily frightened. Being held in place calms 'em down. They like it. Trust me. Don't you, Daisy?"

"Oh, sure! Hey, it's okay with us, really. We like being tied down and fucked silly! Come on, baby! Give me a try. I'm saving up to buy a new TV," Daisy said.

Talon had to admit her was tempted. Daisy had a nice figure, for a cow, and seemed relaxed and happy. But the guy at the diner's comments about the Bitch had him curious. "Ahhh, maybe next time. I came here for a specific girl."

"Okay, sweetheart," Daisy said. "But I'm a lot more fun to talk to than either of these other girls."

Talon went to the last stall, and stared at the sleeping hybrid girl. His heart ached at her pitiful condition. What he could see of her face was very pretty, but skinny didn't come close to describing her. Emaciated was the right word! He could clearly see her ribs and hip bones, and she was sound asleep, even locked in that awkward position and with the noisy milking machine chugging away as it milked her huge breasts. On top of that, her ass and vagina were both gaping and oozing copious amounts of semen, and there was an ungodly huge puddle of cum on the floor between her feet. "Wait! Did she just entertain the whole college football team, or what?"

"Naw, that's just from one stallion. Those horses sure do cum a lot, don't they? That's a good idea though, kid. I should give Coach Wilson a call. I bet the college football team would love the idea of doing a gang bang with her," the farmer replied. "It's $25 extra if you want her cleaned up before you use her here, or she gets a full bath and her hair washed if you hire her for the full night, and enjoy her in a bedroom. Which do you want?"

"She definitely needs to be cleaned up first, and could use some rest. Look, I'll pay for the whole night, instead. Get her out of that contraption and cleaned up for me," Talon said, as he got out his wallet. "Umm, do you take credit cards?"

"Sure kid, we take all the major credit cards. The charge will show on your bill as 'Smith's Bed and Breakfast', " the farmer said. He took Talon back into the office and ran the charge on the credit card, then said, "All right, you're paid for a full night with her. Go up to the farmhouse and ask my son to show you the dinner menu. It'll take a couple hours to bathe her, wash her hair, and get her dried off and ready. You can wait at the farmhouse and have a few drinks on the house, or come back at, say, four o'clock?"

"I'll be waiting at the farmhouse," Talon replied. Having a few drinks sounded like a good idea right now.

===

The Bitch liked getting hired for the entire night. She got a real bath, and the farmer's daughter helped her to wash and brush her hair, and she'd get to sleep in a bed! Males who hired her for the night often had a lactation play fetish, and she absolutely loved having someone suckle her tits. But the best part was that the guy would be served a large dinner and free drinks in the room, and would sometimes share that with her. She tried almost pathetically hard to please the males that hired her for a full night.

Several hours later, Talon was led to the bedroom. The farmer's son left a steaming tray of covered food dishes on a side table, along with a cooler of canned and bottled drinks on ice. "Here's your dinner and drinks. Bathroom and shower are through that other door. Key to her clit chain is on the tray. There are cuffs, locks, ropes, lube and sex toys in the side table here. Use the intercom by the door if you need anything." He sounded rather bored. When Talon asked no questions, the dog shrugged and left the room, locking the door behind him.

The girl was waiting for him on the bed, on her back. Her clit chain was locked to a ring at the end of a chain that hung down from the ceiling, with so little slack that she couldn't even get off the bed. She still was wearing a thick collar that seemed to have some sort of electronic package as part of it, and a gold plated ear tag. But other than that, she was naked. Now that she had been bathed and her hair was washed and well-brushed, she was really quite pretty. Her fur still looked a little dull, probably from malnutrition, but her strawberry orange hair was magnificent. She was already very aroused, and was fingering herself eagerly.

"Want me now?" she asked, blushing and taking her hands away from her groin, while spreading her legs.

Talon was a bit disturbed to see such a young girl exposing herself to him like that, so soon after seeing him for the first time. He sat on the bed beside her, and said, "Just talk, first. I'm Talon. What's your name?"

"Bitch," she said.

"No, I meant your real name. What did your parents call you? They didn't call you Bitch, did they?" Talon asked.

"Dunno. They ran away. I don't remember 'em," she replied. "Everybody calls me Bitch."

"Awwww. That's awful! Well, I don't feel right calling you a bitch," Talon said. "Let's see... How about if I call you Clora?"

"Clora? I guess..." she said, shrugging.

"I heard you were indentured, but how did a girl your age get that badly in debt? Why did you need to sign an indenture contract?" Talon asked.

"Didn't. Mommy did it. B'fore I was born," she said.

"What? Why would she do that?" Talon asked.

"I was supposed ta be a dairy cow," she replied. "But I'm a lousy cow. Milk tastes different. Not creamy an' nice."

"Is that why the farmer has you whoring?" Talon asked.

"Uh huh. But some guys like my milk. You wanna taste?" she cupped her breasts with her hands, and leaned forward, offering them to suckle.

Talon leaned closer and sucked at one breast, surprised at how freely her milk flowed. It did have a slightly tangy taste, and was kind of thin, like two percent milk, but it wasn't at all unpleasant. He wondered if bunny milk would taste like hers did. "I think your milk tastes fine, Clora. But what's with that locked on collar?"

"Daddy stole mommy. Collar's... uhhh... got sumpthin' nasty in it. Can hurt me bad, if I leave," she said, pushing Talon gently back to her breast. "Please suck more?"

Talon had read a fiction story once about an evil guy that used slave collars with explosives in them, to kill runaway slaves. He shuddered at that prospect, and said, "Ugh! That collar sounds awful. But keep telling me about you. I want to hear what your life is like here," he said, as he resumed massaging her breasts and suckling milk from first one, and then the other.

It was difficult getting her to talk. She seemed uneducated, and afraid to speak, except to answer questions. He slowly got her story out of her, as she became more at ease talking to him. He was appalled when Clora told him how farmer Smith treated her, and how young she had been when he started using her sexually. Since the day she lost her virginity, the only times that she could remember not being fucked daily were when she was extremely ill. And she'd never in her life set foot off the farm.

Talon heard Clora's stomachs growl loudly. "Oh! Let's see what they left for food," he said, getting off the bed and going to the tray. "I bet you're hungry, right?"

"That's yours. I already ate... kinda. I'm just always hungry," Clora replied sadly.

"Well, this is way more than I can eat. There's some carrot cake here, and a large salad. There's no rule that says I can't share, is there? You eat those, and I'll eat some of this other stuff," Talon said, bringing her the salad and cake, and munching on a hot ham and cheese sandwich.

She took the offered food and greedily wolfed it down, without a word.

"Woah! Don't you even take time to chew it?" he asked.

"I'll chew my cud later," she replied. "Sex now? Gotta make you happy."

"I guess," Talon said. He set aside his half-eaten sandwich and can of soda. Then he unfastened her clit chain, sat on the edge of the bed, and said, "Well, ummmm... I heard you're good at sucking cocks?"

"Uh huh!" Clora said, as she eagerly got off the bed, and into a kneeling position between his knees. She fumbled with Talon's belt and zipper, and then quickly pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles. Then she pushed his sheath back and exposed his cock, taking it into her mouth.

Talon closed his eyes and groaned. Her mouth felt absolutely incredible. Her tongue was so hot and soft, and at the same time the suction as she went down on him was amazing. It certainly was the best blow job that he could remember. His hands rested on her horns so naturally - he couldn't help but use them as handles, as he eagerly fucked her muzzle. "Ahhh. Oh wow, you really are good at this! Keep that up, Clora!"

She smiled a little, with his cock still firmly in her mouth. Now that he was actively holding her head and fucking her face, her hands were free to pleasure herself. One hand stole down between her legs, where she fondled her clit chain, slipping the links through her fingers so it caused a series of little tugs on her clit. With her other hand she fondled Talon's balls, gently massaging them.

On each of his thrusts, Clora's nose bumped against Talon's pubic fur, and his cock slipped right down her throat. He completely lost it when she started to moo. The vibration in her throat drove him right over the top, and he moaned and spilled his seed down her throat.

Clora eagerly swallowed every bit of his creamy cum, holding his cock in her mouth until his knot, gripped by one of her hands, shrank back to the diameter of his shaft. Only then did she release him, giving his cock a kiss on the tip after he slid free of her muzzle. "Good?" she asked innocently.

"Fantastic! Whew! I'm going to need a few minutes to recover from that one! You rest for a bit, while I finish my dinner." Talon said. His knees were a little wobbly as he made his way back to the side table.

"Okay," Clora said, as she licked her muzzle and got back onto the bed.

As he ate, Talon looked through the drawers of the side table. It looked like they had nearly one of everything from some porn shop's sex toys and BDSM sections, from lube and dildos to handcuffs and horse whips. Most of the things were still neatly packed in their original boxes. He looked closer at one sex toy that intrigued him, and set that aside for possible use later.

When he was done eating and looked back at Clora, she was playing with that chain attached to her clit ring again. "Does that chain come off?" he asked.

"Never has." Clora said. "My pretty gold earring don't either."

Talon recalled now that each of the cows in the breeding barn had a similar gold metal tag attached to their left ears. She thought of it as an earring, but he was pretty sure it was just a farm ID tag, used instead of a cattle brand. "Never? When did you get pierced for those?" he asked.

"When I started working. Farmer did it," she replied.

"I'd like to take a closer look. Sit on the edge of the bed, Clora, and spread your legs," Talon said.

She sat and spread her thighs wide. "Like this?"

"Perfect." Talon knelt between her legs and examined her. The slender chain had a half inch ring at each end, and all the links were all welded shut. It looked like the kind of choke-chain collar you would use for a feral dog, or a short chain leash with no handle strap. Her rather large and thick clitoris had a vertical piercing that went through the clit itself and then through her clitoral hood. Her clit ring was an almost complete one-inch circle of very thick steel wire, with half inch steel balls capping each end. The ring was threaded through her clit, through the ring on one end of her chain, and then through her clitoral hood. The holes in her clitoris and clitoral hood were both slightly stretched.

"Wow, I've never seen anything quite like this," Talon said. "I dated a girl once with a gold ring pierced through her clit hood, but it was a lot less heavy than this stuff. I think she said one of the balls unscrewed so she could take it off?" He tried for a bit to unscrew the balls, but all he managed to do was to make Clora squirm and groan from the twisting and tugging at her clitoris. "Ugh! Sorry. Maybe they're glued on? I can't make them budge."

"It's okay," Clora said. Then she gasped when Talon leaned closer and started licking her clit. When she felt his tongue probing her vagina, Clora laid on her back and mooed happily, kneading her breasts with both hands.

Talon was pleased that he had gotten her to really moo with pleasure. She tasted pretty good - fresh and clean from her recent bath, yet savory from her aroused juices. "You liked that?" he asked, after she had clearly had a powerful orgasm, soaking his muzzle with her girl cream and mooing loudly.

"Guh-good!" she asked, panting so heavily that she could hardly talk. "Why did you...?"

"Hasn't a guy ever gone down on you before?" Talon asked, grinning.

"N-never! Ohhh! Felt so good!" Clora insisted, still kneading her breasts and blushing fiercely. "P-please fuck me? Ohhh, I need it bad!"

Talon quickly undressed, while Clora centered herself on the bed. She looked away and closed her eyes as he entered her. But then he turned her face toward his own with one gentle hand, and kissed her firmly. Her eyes flew open, and she held him in her arms and returned his kiss with an almost feral passion.

Clora came twice before Talon's knot swelled within her. For a moment, the dog thought that she was loose enough for his fully-engorged knot to slip out. After all, he'd seen how she gaped after servicing that unseen stallion. But then she climaxed again, and squeezed with her vaginal muscles, holding him tightly within her, as he filled her belly with doggy cream.

"Muh-muh, MOOOOOOO!" Clora lowed incoherently.

They lay intertwined, each tightly holding the other and panting for breath, as Talon's cock throbbed and spurted within Clora's belly. Talon stroked her beautiful hair, gazing into her large blue eyes, at a loss for what to say or do next. She didn't seem to mind.

When at last his knot diminished enough for him to slip free, he sighed, and said, "That was positively amazing. You have definitely pleased me, Clora. Yet I'm so aroused that my cock is still stiff and ready for more. I... found an interesting toy over there. If you're willing, I'd like to try anal sex with you too. But that toy will let me give you pleasure in front while I enjoy your rear. Here, let me show you."

He got the toy from the table, opened the box, and put on a strap-on dildo that effectively gave him a second, knotted canine cock above his real one. "See? With this, it will be like I'm mating with you in both holes at once. Would you like that?"

Clora's answer was to giggle at the sight, and then to hold out her arms to welcome him.

Talon took a bottle of liquid lube from the drawer full of sex toys, and carefully applied it to the hybrid girl's butt. She was completely clean there as well, and he wondered as he applied the lube if she had intentionally prepared herself for anal sex. Whether she had or not, he was glad this wouldn't be messy.

It took him a minute or two to get the dildo and his own cock both lined up right, and he had to take a pillow from the bed to put under her hips so he could enter her comfortably. But soon he was thrusting in and out of her vagina and ass at the same time.

Clora was happily mooing again before he was done. As her last orgasms subsided, she said sleepily, "T-thank you. Most... most guys only... please themselves. That was *yawn* so nice... you wanted to... please me, too." She was asleep in his arms before he could reply.

Talon was pleased with himself as well. This had definitely been an evening well spent. That night, as Clora slept curled up in his embrace, Talon decided he simply couldn't leave the girl here to continue being used and abused. But he was a beta male. It wasn't going to be easy to demand anything from an intimidating alpha dog like farmer Smith.

In the morning, while Clora gave him one last, incredible blow job, Talon did his best to psyche himself up to act more like an alpha male. He didn't dare bring authorities into this, because she might end up worse off than before. He looked down at the very submissive girl, and pictured himself dominating her. Yes, he thought, that could work! He had to try to convince the farmer that he wanted to dominate Clora himself, and make her his own sex toy. When she finished swallowing his cum, he patted her head and told her, "Clora, I'll be back for you again... I hope. Try to act afraid of me the next time you see me." Then he rang the intercom, and told the farmer's son that he wanted to talk to farmer Smith.

===

"What do you want, kid?" The farmer said, looking over Talon. "No refunds."

"Oh! No complaints, sir! Actually, I enjoyed her a lot more than I expected to. The meal was great, too. My complements to your wife for her cooking," Talon said.

"My daughter does the cooking here," the farmer said with an angry growl. "Wife divorced me six years ago, and shacked up with a God damned bull!"

Talon blanched. He'd just wanted to sound friendly, not piss the farmer off! "Oh... uhhh, sorry. Well, anyway... I liked that girl so much, that I'd... like to buy her indenture contract. What would that cost?" Talon asked.

"The little freak's not for sale, and you couldn't afford her, even if I was willing to sell. I saw that crappy car you drove here in," farmer Smith said.

"It's not crappy! It was my grandma's!" Talon said defensively.

"Oh? Well, I... I didn't realize you'd inherited it..." the farmer said, as his voice trailed off.

Talon acted flustered, and said, "She's not dead!!! She just... well..."

"Bought a nicer car?" The bull suggested with a laugh.

Talon sighed, and said, "Yeah... But forget about that. I just can't see why you won't sell her contract, when I'm willing to pay for it. The guy at the diner told me how her parents ran off, leaving you stuck with her. I can... understand you wanting to punish her, for what they did to you. But why keep her?"

The farmer growled at that, and said, "Never should have trusted that God damned Irish bunny alone with a pretty girl. Bastard took my best cow, and they left me stuck with an indenture contract for that worthless little freak."

"Yeah, they really screwed you over, but you've already gotten your revenge on them, haven't you?" Talon asked. "I mean, look at her, man! She thinks she deserves to be treated the way you treat her. No punishment you could heap on her now will have any more effect on her than her past treatment already has. You're just wasting your time and money, and taking unnecessary risks, in keeping her here any longer. What would happen if the department of health saw her, and came down on you for keeping cattle in poor conditions"

"Are you threatening me, kid?" farmer Smith snarled.

"No! Hey! I'm on your side here, really!" Talon said quickly, kicking himself mentally for saying yet another thing that angered the farmer. "I mean, I'm sure you've... treated the little bitch just like she deserves. But the authorities won't see it that way. Sooner or later, someone is bound to complain to them. Look, since you want to keep punishing her, I'll give you one more reason to sell her to me. She's comfy here. She's not happy, but she's used to the routine. Sell her to me, and she'll be hopelessly lost. You'll get a new kind of revenge on her, as she's suffering in whole new ways, trying to fit in."

"So why do you want to do that to her, kid?" farmer Smith asked. "You some sort of sadist? You don't look the type for that. Why do you really want to buy her contract? Think you're gonna be her hero and set her free?"

"No, I... want to use her as my sex slave. I mean, she's already kneeling to anything with a cock. You've made her into a perfect, obedient slut," Talon lied. Though in a guilty way, he had to admit to himself that was almost true. He did figure that he'd get to have sex with her a lot more by doing this.

The farmer glared at him, and Talon was terrified for a moment that the bloodhound's legendary sense of smell could detect that he was frightened and bluffing. Then the farmer took a tissue from a box on the desk and blew his nose loudly. "Damned head cold," he muttered.

Then he stared at Talon again and said, "You have no idea how big a debt she has, kid," the farmer said. "All of her medical, food and housing expenses since she was born. What she's earned here in the few years since she started working in my dairy hasn't scratched the interest on that debt, let alone paid it off. She's a poor dairy cow, but a pretty good whore, and there's also the value of my share of her future earnings to consider. And her contract is until she's thirty, so it includes her future care too. You'd have to pay me what she owes me so far, and what I'd lose from her future wages. But you'd also legally have to continue caring for her until she turns thirty. Think you really can afford that?"

"How can I know, when you won't name a price?" Talon replied.

The farmer snorted and named a price that was insanely high. Talon immediately countered with one that was just as ridiculously low. Talon knew this game. In some of the seaports he had been to - back when he had signed on with a freighter - nothing ever sold at face value. The merchants wouldn't respect you if you didn't haggle them down to a much lower price. Talon was great at haggling. In the end, they came to an agreement, a lot closer to Talon's low bid than to the farmer's first offer. Her price is still way too high to just buy her, but he could do a 'rent-to-own' and pay her off in installments over the next two years, while keeping her at his own home.

"Until she's fully paid for, she still has to wear that locked-on tracking collar and her ear tag, so you don't try to run off before you've paid her off in full." farmer Smith said. "Bring me the first payment in cash, and I can set up financing to charge your credit card each month after that. Then you can have your fuck toy, kid."

"Fair enough. But hey, that collar doesn't really have explosives or anything in it, does it? I don't want my head blown off with hers if I whack her skull too hard for biting me while she gives me head!" Talon said.

Farmer Smith laughed at that. "Oh, that's rich! The little freak really believed that lie about her collar?" he said. "Naw. It's just a waterproof GPS tracker with a heart rate monitor and dual radio and cellular transmitters. I bought it at a sporting goods store. Hunters use 'em so then can be located in an emergency, and the searchers can know if they're alive, or badly hurt. It reports exactly where she is to my computer, and it shuts off if it gets removed. If it stops transmitting, or stops sending me her heart rate data, I'll get an alert on my computer, and know her last position, and where to start hunting for the two of you." He glanced significantly at a rack on the wall with two shotguns on it. A sign above the shotguns read, 'I don't call 9-1-1, until all the shooting's done'.

"Ulp! But what if the batteries go dead?" Talon asked. "Or if I take her someplace the radio or cell phone doesn't work?"

"I'll put in fresh batteries before I give her to you. They last three years or so. You'll have her paid for by then," he replied. "You call me if you need to take it off for any reason. Just don't take her anyplace you can't use a cell phone, for very long."

"Uhhh, okay. Get her ready. I'll be back later today to get her," Talon said.

What the farmer wanted in cash for that first payment was way more than the limit of what Talon could withdraw in a day from an ATM. He went straight to his bank, and got the cash. He had just enough in his 'emergency fund' to cover it. If he was careful with his personal expenses, and if his car didn't break down, he could build that back up in another five or six months. He hoped.

By lunchtime, he returned to the farm and filled out the contract transfer and finance agreement with the farmer. The farmer's son brought Clora to the office. She was naked, and she took one look at Talon and cowered in the farthest corner.

The farmer handed Talon a small metal cash box."Everything she can legally call hers is in that box, kid," farmer Smith said. "Combination is 777. Go ahead and check it."

Talon opened the cash box. In it was a crisp $100 bill on top, about $450 in 10's, 20's and 50's, plus a half-used bottle of perfume and a vibrator butt plug. "That's all she owns? What about clothes? I can't take her out of here naked, now can I?"

"T-take me?" Clora asked, clearly very confused. "N-nuh NO! I can't leave!" she screamed, clawing at her collar.

"Oh, pipe down, Bitch! This kid just bought your contract. You think I'm gonna kill you for leaving when he'd paid me to take you?' I'm kicking you out! You don't live here or have a job here anymore. You're going with him, and that's final!" The farmer growled.

"Nuh- no job? No home? What will I do?" she asked fearfully.

"That's what I said, wasn't it? You'll do whatever the hell he tells you to do, Bitch! You have to obey him now," the farmer snarled.

"Y-yes sir," Clora said, now cowering in fear for real, and almost ready to wet herself.

"About her clothes?" Talon interjected. "Don't you have something? Even if it's just an old bathrobe to wrap her in?"

The farmer grunted and left, and when he came back he tossed some clothes to Talon. "Some of my daughter's old stuff," he said. "Might fit her. This is a dairy, not a clothing shop." It was a pair of cut off denim shorts that she could only squeeze into with the zipper completely open and exposing her clit ring and chain, and a cheap cotton blouse that she couldn't button, but which Talon was barely able to tie closed as a bare-midriff top. Talon dressed her and led her to his car, leading her by her clit chain. Clora meekly followed him, staring at the ground the whole time.

When headed for the gate, Clora covered her eyes and started crying. But after a minute she peeked through her fingers, amazed she was still alive.

Talon patted her leg and told her, "You can relax now, Clora. You really are leaving, and no one will hurt you for it. You'll never have to go back to that farm again."

Clora didn't look very relaxed, as she stared at all the new sights whizzing by as they drove down the highway. She clutched her cash box and glanced at her new Master, wondering what would happen to her now.

===

"Well, this is home," Talon said when they got to his place. His apartment was a rather bleak little place, but at least it was clean, and in a quiet neighborhood. From the front door, you could see all of the living room and kitchen. A dinette table and three folding chairs were in one corner of the kitchen, with a bushy little dark green plant in a red mixing bowl on the table. In the living room were a couch, a floor lamp, and an old recliner chair. A TV with a DVD player sat on a low table against one wall, with a cardboard box full of DVD's beside it. Two battered posters of sailing ships on the living room walls were the only art or decorations. "Bedroom's through that door. Bathroom's through that one. That's the whole place, I'm afraid. Nothing fancy."

"It's... nice, Sir," Clora said hesitantly. "Where's your milking machine?"

"Ahhh, I don't have a milking machine. Sorry," Talon said.

"But Sir, I need... Well... gotta bowl or bucket? So I can milk myself?" Clora asked.

"Afraid I don't have any bowls much bigger than a cereal bowl. Sit there and, ummm, watch the TV, and I'll go to the pharmacy and see if they have a breast pump or something like that," Talon said, pointing to the recliner chair, and then to the TV set. "Remote's on the table, by the TV."

Clora sat and stared at the TV set, without turning it on.

===

At the pharmacy, Talon found a female clerk and asked for some help. "Excuse me? I need a breast pump for my... errr... girlfriend."

"Oh sure! Is this your first baby? I bet you're really a proud papa. They're right over here," the young poodle replied. "This one is purse-sized if she needs to pump her milk while at work. It uses standard small-sized baby bottles for the container. This one is for home use, and has a larger milk container. And this one has double cups, to do both breasts at once. That's the biggest one we carry. For anything bigger, you'd need to go to someplace like O'Grady's Farm Supply."

After looking at the three versions they had, Talon purchased the double-cup breast pump. The container seemed rather small, but it was the biggest one that they had. "I guess this one will have to do. I'll check out that farm supply place later."

===

When he came back, Clora hadn't budged from where he had left her, and the TV set was still turned off. "Didn't find anything to watch on the TV?" he asked.

"I watched it, like you said," she replied, sounding confused. "It didn't do anything. Was it supposed to?"

Talon paused, and then asked, "Haven't you ever watched a TV before?"

"No sir," Clora answered. "Never saw one before."

Talon picked up the remote and turned the TV on. "You can watch movies and TV shows on it, see? The controls on the remote are all marked." He offered her the universal remote control for the TV and the DVD player. "The button marked 'Cable' is for TV, and the one marked 'Sat' is for the DVD player. Same remote works both of 'em.

"Oh! The picture moves!" she exclaimed, as a game show started playing on the TV set. Then she looked at the remote that he was holding out to her. "I... can't read," she said, blushing.

"Didn't you go to school?" Talon asked.

"What's school mean?" she asked.

"It's a place where kids go to learn to read and write, and to learn colors, shapes, numbers, and the alphabet," Talon said. "You never went anyplace like that?"

"No. One of the farmer's sons taught me numbers, an' how to sing the alphabet song. But he left," Clora said. "The only kids I ever saw were the farmer's kids, and other young cows that lived on the farm."

"Hummm. The farmer must have said he was home-schooling you," Talon guessed. "Then you wouldn't be around kids or teachers that might find out how he treated you."

"I dunno," Clora said. She looked at the box Talon had brought back from the pharmacy. It had pictures on it of a feline girl holding the breasts cups against her bare breast in a way that didn't show her nipples, or any milk flowing. But the small container beside her had a little milk in it. Clora asked. "Is there a milking machine in that little box?"

Talon showed her how the breast pump worked, since she couldn't read the instruction manual. Then he went back out to purchase some clothes for her, while she lay back in his recliner, half naked, and milked herself.

When he got home again, Clora had made a huge mess. She had fallen asleep, overfilled the breast pump's small container, and it had spilled all over the recliner chair and the living room rug.

"Gah! Look what you've done! What a mess!" Talon shouted, dropping the two bags of clothes on the floor.

"Oh! Oh no! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Clora said, waking up and cringing fearfully. And then her tummy growled loudly.

"Ahhh, forget it. I shoulda known that thing wasn't big enough for a dairy cow to use. Sounds like you're hungry. What do you like to eat, anyway?" Talon asked. He wasn't at all happy with her, but he had to admit it wasn't her fault that the breast pump didn't shut off when it was full.

"Green stuff. No meat," Clora replied still looking very frightened.

"Okay then! Salad stuff I can get easily enough. You stay here and clean up that mess, and I'll go buy some food. You can find paper towels and sponges under the kitchen sink, beside the trash can. And help yourself to anything in the kitchen that looks tasty to you. I'll be right back."

===

Half an hour later, Talon returned with four bags of groceries. "Hey! I'm back!"

Clora was sitting on the couch, with the kitchen trash can by her feet, some wilted celery tops that had been in the trash in one hand, and a red bowl full of dirt on her lap. She was chewing on a mouthful of dark green leafy stuff and roots. "I cleaned the mess. Found some tasty stuff in the kitchen, too," she said happily, after swallowing it.

Talon's eyes went wide as he recognized the bowl from the dinette table, and he said, "Jeff! Noooo! You ate Jeff? Poor little guy... didn't do nothing."

Clora blinked in confusion, and then got a fearful look in her eyes, as she said, "It.... that plant... it had a name? Oh nooooo! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Talon laughed and then said, "Oh, never mind. They say talking to plants makes them grow better, right? I felt silly saying 'Hey plant! Grow!', so I called it 'Jeff' when I sat there and talked to it, that's all. I'll get a new plant. But next time, look in the fridge or those upper cupboards over there for food, instead of eating my houseplants or the kitchen trash, okay?"

"Not mad?" Clora asked. She was cowering and there was definitely fear in her voice now.

"I'm positive. Look! I got bags of fresh salad mix, and bunches of carrots, and even a small carrot cake for desert! Now, forget about that silly plant, and let's eat and go to bed. All right?" Talon said.

Clora nodded and quickly demolished three grocery sacks full of salad, carrots and other stuff. Talon began to wonder how he could afford to keep feeding her. Even if he let her eat the plant stuff that ended up in his kitchen trash, it was going to get expensive, fast, keeping her fed. He just hoped that her appetite would calm down once she was eating a healthy diet and regular meals.

After dinner, Clora yawned and asked, "That was good! Sleepy now. Where?"

"Well, there's only one bed, but it's a queen size. We can share... No, scratch that. Tonight you can have the bed, and I'll take the couch. You need to get some rest and get your strength back."

"Oh... okay," she said, looking a little sad.

Less than two hours later, Talon felt Clora snuggling against his tummy. "Clora? Wha? What's wrong?" Talon asked.

"Wanna snuggle," Clora said. "Too quiet. Can we snuggle?"

"Yeah, sure," Talon said sleepily. "But if we're gonna snuggle and cuddle, let's both go back to my bed. The couch is too small for both of us. I was just sleeping out here to be kind to you." He didn't try to have sex with her that night - just slept with her happily curled up in his embrace.

===

In the morning, Talon got out of bed and nudged Clora's shoulder with one hand, as he said softly, "Hey Clora! Breakfast?"

Clora immediately opened her eyes, scrambled out of bed, and knelt in front of Talon. "Uh huh!" she said, as she pulled down his boxer shorts and started sucking his cock.

Talon stood there a moment, stunned and at the same time enraptured by how good it felt. Then he shook his head and said, "Hey! Woah! What are you doing?"

She looked up at him with a confused and frightened expression, and said, "Breakfast?"

"You... 'breakfast' means sucking someone's cock, to you?" Talon asked.

"Umm humm," she said, as she knelt there and gazed up at him, still holding his cock in one hand. "Not right?"

"Ahhh, not what I meant, no. When I said breakfast, I meant each of us enjoying a big bowl of hot oatmeal, with milk and brown sugar. You can eat that, can't you?" he asked.

"Hot... oatmeal? Oh! Oats! Yes! I like oats! I like milk!" she replied, clapping her hands like a little child.

===

Talon cooked a huge batch of oatmeal and dished it up, giving Clora the biggest bowl he had by washing out the bowl the plant had been in. But when he got the only carton of milk from the fridge, he sniffed it and said, "Phew! This stuff's gone bad. I'll dump it down the toilet."

When he got back into the kitchen, Clora was eating her oatmeal happily. Both her bowl and his had milk on the oatmeal, and there was a large glass of milk beside Talon's bowl. He stared a minute, then laughed and said, "Oh! Right! I guess one advantage of having you here is that I'll always have free milk!" He sat down and took a big sip of Clora's fresh, warm milk, and said, "Thank you, Clora! This tastes great! We'll have to get some re-usable glass bottles, so we can keep some cold in the fridge, too."

"Glad you like my milk!" she said happily.

===

Later that morning Talon invited his landlord in for coffee, introduced him to Clora, and they sat at the dinette table while he explained to the old sheepdog where she was from. "So you see, Mister Haynes, I'm buying Clora's contract from Smith's Dairy Farm. Is it all right for her to be living here with me?" he concluded.

"Smith Farm, eh?" the landlord said. "I've heard of this girl. Ahhh, Talon? Are you, well... planning on 'hiring her out' like farmer Smith did?"

Talon blushed and immediately said, "NO! I certainly hadn't planned on becoming Clora's pimp!"

The landlord looked quite relieved. "Glad to hear that, boy. I would just as soon not have a... a working girl... bring her customers here. Attracts the wrong sort of people, you know? Not that I hold your past against you, Miss!" Then he looked rather embarrassed, as he added, "Matter of fact, I, er... well, I kinda regret now that I never had the chance to personally sample your fabled 'talents'. Always wanted to, but never got out there, y'know? I, well... now don't take this wrong, you two, but I wouldn't be adverse to knocking a little off your rent, Talon, if I could occasionally spend some time in bed with Miss Clora. Please?"

Talon got rather defensive, and said, "Oh no! I wouldn't ever make Clora whore herself for my benefit. She's only been free of the farm for less than half a day, and she really needs some rest and nourishment."

Clora said shyly, "I... I wanna be useful. But... I only know sex and making milk."

The landlord replied, "Hey, I'm perfectly happy to let the poor girl get some rest and some more meat on her bones. But I would appreciate some time with her, if you'll allow it. And if she does wants to be useful... Hummm. I've got it! She could work part-time for me, mowing the lawns, sweeping the walks and raking leaves. Would that interest you, Miss?"

"Yeah!" Clora grinned and said, "Could I eat the grass and leaves?"

"I don't know why not," the landlord said.

Talon frowned, but said, "Well, as long as you understand that you really don't have to have sex with people for me, or even get a job, Clora. As far as I'm concerned, you're already free now, even though I'll be paying off your contract for the next few years."

"So, do you two have any long-term plans?" the landlord asked. "Are you thinking of her as your girlfriend now, or just a roommate?"

Talon shook his head. "Aside from getting Clora out of that farm and into some remedial education classes, I hadn't really thought about it. We hadn't... really discussed her being my girlfriend," Talon said. He looked a little uncomfortable as he added, "More like... I dunno - like I'm adopting her, I guess. I... I'm going to wash the dishes, Clora. If you really want to give Mister Haynes a blow job, please do it in the bedroom."

"Okay!" Clora said, as she led the sheepdog out of the kitchen.

Talon tried not to listen to them as he washed the oatmeal pot and the bowls that they had used. It wasn't easy. The landlord was quite enthusiastic about what she was doing for him, and she was mooing again.

He tried to focus on what he had learned about Clora so far. She could eat grass clippings and leaves? Well, that would certainly help with her food budget. What else did he need to learn about her needs and habits?

He really hadn't thought any of this through, but had acted on impulse. It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn't ever asked Clora if she wanted to leave the farm! Maybe she really had been terrified when she was told she'd lost her home and her job, and was leaving with Talon! What he had told the farmer might have been much truer than he realized. The poor girl really was completely unprepared for life anywhere but on the farm, or for doing anything with her life other than being a whore. Had he done the right thing at all? He really hoped she was going to be happy with him. It had to be better than her life on that farm, right? But he wasn't so sure, now.

All he knew for sure was that his life was going to change as much as hers, now that he had taken responsibility for her. For the rest, only time would tell...