McCree/Soldier76 – lactation kink; faux beastiality – Farmer Jack milks cow McCree.

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Jesse is a good cow. One of Jack’s favorites. He is stocky and well-behaved, not egging the other cows on to any shenanigans and mostly just loving to groom them and be groomed. He’s producing a nice load of milk on the regular, too – thick and creamy. Rich.

The only downside of his is, Jack supposes, that he can not be rushed. He is not an idiot, not by a long shot. Maybe even too intelligent for his own good, as he can calculate pretty well what he can get away with.

So when he stops in the middle of getting ushered towards the milk barn in order to tug on a few leaves of grass off to the side, Jack can only sigh and pet his thick, brown hair.

Jesse is a good boy, and Jack has a soft spot for him, so he lets him get away with more than he really should. Though, really, if Jesse wants to stay somewhere, there is nothing short of a truck that could move him from that spot.

A good boy, but a lazy one.

When he is finally at his spot, snuffling around for another treat of some sort, not caring about Jack’s vaseline slick fingers rounding his plump teats and prepping them for the milking apparatus, Jack can’t help but laugh rough and fond.

“You’re a menace,” he murmurs, the busy rub of his fingertips slowing to a more leisurely drag around the fat, perky teats. They’re nice and thick; the same ruddy red as Jesse’s plump lips, and when Jack gives them an experimental tug, they readily pearl with milk.

Jesse eyes him with his dark, docile eyes. Intelligent eyes, and moos deep and slow. Jack curses under his breath, feels his cheeks get hot beneath his scruff. He could have saved a lot of time coaxing Jesse over here if he’d just done it like this in the first place.

Alas, there is always a modicum of hesitation still staying his hands. Jesse’s downright sly gaze, almost makes him laugh.

Too damn intelligent.

His hand wanders; no longer plucking on one of the swollen teats and instead cupping the whole pec; swollen and hairy and so very firm as it presses into his palm. Jesse shuffles slightly, then stays still again, eyes going half-mast while his cock – big and meaty with a nice pair of hefty balls – starts filling out.

He’s used to this every once in a while. Getting an extra special treatment by Jack who feels vaguely embarrassed about having his cow trained to responding like this. Getting hard and needy when his tits get fondled.

“I’m a bad man,” he murmurs, but it does not keep him from sitting down in the straw next to Jesse, pulling a pail closer. The sound of the milk hitting the bottom in a hard, thick stream when he finally pulls at Jesse’s teat has him harder quicker than the feeling of the fat nipple between his rough fingers.

Jesse is a feast; shuffling, mooing, pressing into Jack’s hands and lolling his tongue out as he gets serviced by his owner. There is no other term for it, Jack figures, ears burning with shame, fingers becoming a bit rough just to prove to himself that he’s not a slave of his cow – but Jesse likes this, too, so the point is rendered moot.

He likes to think that he’s a good farmer. Tending to his animal’s every need. It helps him rationalize what he is doing when he starts sucking Jesse off or is playing with his big, swinging balls.

It definitely helps explain it away when he lets the animal mount up and breed him whenever the cow is inspired enough to do anything other than stand there and be serviced by his personal slut.