Chapter 6
Rachel
Penelope still half-looked like she wanted to flee the room, but Rachel wasn’t kidding. She was curious about what drew Penelope to hucows like this. What it was that she wanted to explore. “So talk to me, Pen.”
She didn’t straightaway, instead grabbing her glass of water and downing the entire pint in one go.
When she placed it back on the table, Penelope met Rachel’s eyes and there was that sparkle back in her blue eyes.
“Okay, so I guess my interest in hucow play is more along the lines of pet play than actual lactation. I like the idea of being able to empty my head and be milked and bred and?—”
Rachel watched the color drain from Penny’s face.
“Wait, I mean?—”
“You meant exactly what you said, and do you see me going anywhere?” Rachel knew that her voice sounded rough, but Gods, the idea of knocking up her pretty submissive made her almost feral.
“No, Miss Rachel.”
“Exactly. So continue telling me what my little hucow would like me to do to her.”
Penelope swallowed and her tongue darted out, dampening her lips. “I… I…”
“Go on.” Rachel leaned back and watched as Penelope’s pupils dilated and darkened. “Use your words, Penelope. Unless you’ve forgotten how and it’s easier just to moo instead.”
Soft pink lips parted, and for one long moment Rachel thought that Penelope might actually moo for her.
Instead, she let out a shaky breath and laughed ruefully. “You’re good at that.”
“At what?” Rachel wasn’t going to make this easy for her, especially as she had a suspicion that Penelope was getting off on it.
“At getting me all flustered.”
She leaned forward. “You remember your safe word?”
The towel turban swung as Penelope nodded vigorously.
“And do you want to use it?”
The slightest of hesitations before a far slower shake of her head.
“Okay then, in that case, you best tell me exactly how you want me to treat my little hucow.”
Another shaky inbreath and then a waterfall of words. “I want you to put me in a stall and brush me down, feed me the strawberry-flavored grass that they’ve developed here, and then milk me before filling me up.”
The eye contact between them was electric. “You want me to fill you up, to make your belly swell?”
Penelope nodded silently, though it looked as though she was having to bite her tongue to stop herself from moaning.
“You’ll have to be such a good hucow for me.”
“St-strawberry Moo.” Penelope’s cheeks flushed as pink as her suggested nickname.
“Oh, Pen-Pen, you want me to call you Strawberry Moo?”
The excruciated look on Penelope’s face indicated that yes, she would like that very much indeed.
“Paint you with pink splotches so you can be a proper moocow?”
“I… I have a skirt.”
“You have a skirt?” Rachel had to take a deep breath of her own.
“And ears.”
“Well, now, I think the best way for me to fully understand what it is we’re going to be doing, would be for you to go and change into your pretty pink outfit for me, don’t you, little moo?”
“Yes, Miss Rachel,” she said, rising from her chair and disappearing into the bedroom before Rachel had the opportunity to utter another word.
Reaching out with a trembling hand for her own glass of water, Rachel did a Penelope and downed the lot.
It took quite a few moments before Penelope was ready to come back out. Rachel had heard a hairdryer, and had even begun pacing back and forth until the door opened a smidgeon and she heard Penelope say, “Miss Rachel? I think I’m ready.”
Rachel wasn’t entirely certain that she was ready, for whatever she could have imagined, it paled into comparison to the vision that appeared before her.
The tiniest of miniskirts, flaring out just above Penelope’s arse cheeks, was paired with a matching bra that held her heavy breasts. And a little pink headband, the cow ears peeking out from tumbling blonde curls.
Penelope clasped her hands together in front of her, swaying on the spot slightly, and her arms pressed her tits together and Rachel genuinely thought that she might pass out.
“Miss Rachel? You’re not saying anything.”