Chapter 6 – MRin
I watch through the window as Carmen crawls stiffly out into the pasture. Her tail is in place, and my cock stirs at the sight, knowing what it's hiding. I wonder how the process went, but don't have to speculate for long before H'Nue knocks on my door.
“Come in,” I say, keeping my gaze on the enticing sight before me.
H'Nue comes to stand next to me.
“She looks a bit awkward, but seems to have taken to the tail well. How did it go?”
“Pretty badly, at the start.” H'Nue's amused tone is out of character, given his words.
I turn my attention to him. “Explain.”
“She was not really listening when I explained the need and function of the tail. I think she was more aware than she let on, but didn't want to engage. That's her prerogative, and would have been fine at any other time. As it was, she startled and bolted when I touched the tail bulb to her anus. You should have seen the glare she gave me.” He grins at the memory.
I frown, not really seeing the humour in Carmen's ire–although it's presence is a good sign for her rising cognition.
“So we had a discussion, and I was able to reason with her.”
“What?!” I face H'Nue, fully focused on him now.
“She didn't speak,” he rushes to clarify, “but she was able to convey her meaning very clearly.”
“Rut. Really?”
“Yes.” H'Nue smiles again, and I understand his glee now. Carmen had enough cognition to have a conversation. She could rationalise.
“Reason, you said?”
“I re-explained the function and need for a tail. She questioned me on some points, and when I had explained to her satisfaction, I waited. And she moved towards me, despite her obvious reluctance.”
“Towards you, when she was reluctant? But not coerced?”
“A small shuffle, but yes, towards me. As for coercion, I suspect she worked out that she wouldn't be allowed outside without it–I didn't spell it out explicitly–and you know she loves it out there. So perhaps there was some incentive, rather than coercion.” He shrugs, but his pleased smile remains.
“That is...” I pause, regathering my composure. “That's wonderful news. So promising.” I turn to look out over the field again.
Carmen's moving a bit more normally, but is still clearly uncomfortable. She finds a spot that suits her and folds down into the grass. It takes her a bit longer than it normally would to settle–and I don't dwell on how I know that–but she soon relaxes into a doze as she sunbathes.
“I hope M'Rinna can find more like her. Carmen will be ready for milking in a day or two. She is perfect.”
“A day or two?” I am stunned. I know Carmen is transitioning quickly–I've seen the evidence–but milking already?
“A week or two early.” Pride is evident in H'Nue's voice, and I feel a stirring of jealousy in my gut. Rut. I can't afford that.
“You're doing a great job with her. Thank you.”
“It's my pleasure, I assure you.” Somehow his words don't sounds slimy, but affectionate instead–as if Carmen is his friend, or sister. Fortunately that settles my instincts, since my self-castigation didn't.
“I'll let you get back to it, unless there's anything else?”
“Nothing else.” He gives me a friendly nod and leaves to continue his duties.
I return my gaze to the beautiful hucow in the field before me, allowing the barest sliver of hope to shine in my heart.
A couple of days later, H'Nue informs me that he plans to introduce Carmen to the milking machine, and I find that I can't stay away. He successfully hand-milked a small amount yesterday, and she apparently tolerated it well, considering that her cognition is currently getting in the way of her instincts.
I make my way down to the milking room and loiter in the doorway, staying out of Carmen's sight. H'Nue acknowledges me, but doesn't draw attention to my presence.
Carmen is looking around curiously and H'Nue is allowing her to take her time. Eventually Carmen makes her way over to the stall near H'Nue and walks in herself.
He flashes me a grin over his shoulder, which I return, and begins strapping her in. He talks quietly to her, explaining what will happen and what to expect, and I can tell she's listening and understanding. She nods in response a couple of times.
H'Nue pulls in the milking cups and, explaining all the while, attaches them to her gently rounded udder. She jolts, but doesn't try to pull away. He soothes her with voice and hand until she relaxes into her harness.
Milk starts to flow through the tubes and into the collection bottle. I eye that bottle with a possessiveness that disturbs me in its intensity.
When it is clear that Carmen is settled, H'Nue leaves her head and goes to set up the next stage in the process. He extracts a dose of my semen– my semen –from the dispenser and approaches Carmen's rear.
“Your dose is next, honey. You know the drill.”
Carmen grumbles and shifts a little in the harness, but doesn't otherwise respond. H'Nue inserts the nozzle tip between her now-bare puffy lips and into her vagina. He then starts to slowly depress the plunger, and I watch as my semen enters Carmen. The sensation the sight provokes is surreal. Possessiveness is right on up there, and almost becomes a problem when Carmen gets restless and H'Nue reaches between her legs to stimulate her to orgasm.
I focus tightly on the fact that that orgasm is propelling my semen deeper into Carmen. Making my mark on her, the same as she will make her mark on me as soon as I start drinking her milk. Because there is now no doubt in my mind at all. I will drink her milk, she will continue to take my semen, and when she goes into season, I will be the bull that covers her–no one else, ever. My instincts are riding me hard, and they don't give a toss about consent, cognition, or about the fact that Carmen is contracted to the facility as a breeding hucow. The idea of some strange bull paying money to cover her season pushes me further towards unreasonable anger. Unreasonable, because the point of my business is to provide breeding services to clients who can afford a bespoke experience for their government-mandated breeding session. I need to get my thoughts and instincts under control.
H'Nue slowly empties the second half of the dose into Carmen, then brings her to orgasm again. It's no wonder she is transforming so well, with H'Nue being so diligent in his care.
I stop the thought there, at that charitable moment, and instead watch the extra flow of milk that the orgasms have stimulated. The personal supply bottle is almost half full, which is astounding for a first mechanical milking. It won't be long before she routinely fills that bottle and starts contributing her excess to the general milk supply.
H'Nue strokes and soothes Carmen into a post-orgasmic languor, then turns off the machine. He detaches her and rubs cream into her udder to prevent skin irritation. Only when Carmen is cared for and comfortable does he bring the bottle over to me.
I take it from him with a silent nod of thanks and immediately raise it to my lips.
The flavour is incredible. Sweet and creamy, and with an undertone that is somehow, indescribably, Carmen .
One taste turns into one swallow, which turns into more swallows, which soon drains the bottle.
H'Nue takes the bottle from me with a warm smile, and puts it straight into the cleaning machine. No hesitation, no posturing, and with such an easy manner that my possessive instincts relax completely towards him, accepting him as no threat to my claim on Carmen.
I give him a nod that I hope conveys all that I can't say without revealing my presence. He responds with a deeper head dip, seeming to understand, and I leave him to continue his job. It is an effort to force myself to return to mine.