Gumdrop Ch. 10

"So, these, as you may recall, are the members of your herd, Gumdrop and Cupcake! Say hi to Cream Pie, your new companion!"

We mooed in a welcoming and, with some difficulty on my part, cheerful way. Cream Pie looked like she would have not desired anything more than hide under the hay. I remembered how it felt when I was in her... Hooves I guess. The Redhead Angus herd had welcomed me with kisses and licks and it had worked wonders on my mood. So, mooing eloquently to Cupcake, I crawled out of bed, followed by her, we got up on our hind legs and gave a proper greeting to Cream Pie, like only hucows can do. She whimpered a little when we kissed her, so, instead of licking her, we thought it best to just hug her.

"Aw, they are so cute!" approved Penelope. Then, as we broke the hug and taught Cream Pie how to use the rungs on the poles to get on her knees and rest on the hay, she added:

"Well, Aaron, you have your instructions for her."

He nodded and the married couple headed back to the entrance of the barn.

"Tomorrow we can shoot some photos for the website and tell our clients that we have a new one." Aidan was proposing "Come to think of it, many of them have seen her pole dancing at the inauguration."

"Precisely."

"Aren't you a long term planner?" replied Aidan's fading voice.

Then I remembered our encounter, while I was headed for my first client. She had looked quite distressed, actually. Maybe the thing she was talking about was money for her dealer, that she could not get with the photo-op, so that she had to resort to stripping. I could not help but wonder if Penelope had not treated her like garbage on purpose. Was it long term planning, as my lover had called it? It seemed excessive. It was more likely that Penelope was just a bitch with every aspiring model she dealt with and she got herself a perfect candidate for a hucow literally landing on her lap by chance. After all, if she wanted one, she did not have to resort to all that manipulation: if the fair had taught me anything, was that there were plenty of girls interested in the job.

Cream Pie really had the body to be a model, but not the confidence with high heels that I associated with the job, I noticed, as she settled unsteadily on the hay. She had several tattoos. There was the customary branding and her name written on her lower back. In addition to those, on her left butt-cheek, a script following the curve of her ass read "I'm everyone's pie!". She must have gotten it when she learned her new name. I spotted also a blue butterfly on her upper back, well in display now that her hair was kept up, and a couple of cherries, like those one finds in slot machines, on her neck, near her ear. Even if it might have been a perfect addition after her naming, a cherry on top of the pie, I was pretty sure it was already there during the photo-op. As she was turning around, I also noticed a date in roman numerals on her biceps and another elegant script in two lines, the first stretching between her hips reading "You can have cake" and the second, just above her mound, spelling "and eat it!". When I saw it, I immediately loved it: we all had the same sense of racy humor! So I bend over her and kissed it. She did not seem to like it, again, so I showed her mine and mooed cheerfully. The same did Cupcake with hers on her ass and we finally managed to make her smile.

I wondered why she seemed so uneasy with her nudity. I mean, of course I knew that it was normal, but we were naked too and she knew very well what it would be like. Moreover, after the photo-op, she had worked as a stripper and I had had a much more sudden introduction to being naked in public, in a frigging fair! Perhaps that was the missing detail, though. She got naked in a context that shamed nudity, the society outside the farm, while I had been immediately praised for it.

Anyhow, Cupcake was already on it: she pointed at me and herself, then made an exaggerated shy expression, tapped on Cream Pie and shook her head, with a smile. She nodded, but did not seem much convinced. In general, she did not seem to enjoy being touched. That was no good. We were groped every day in the stables, not to mention by the clients. Fergie would have said that she had been conditioned to fear skin-on-skin touch with punishments by society. Therefore, I imagined, we had to do the opposite and reward it.

I raised my hooves in the most non-threatening way and invited to use hers by bringing one on my shoulder. She did not understand until I bent over her, very slowly, to kiss her thigh. She did not stop me, but rather chose to frown. I smiled and gave her another kiss. Cupcake imitated me. Cream Pie shivered but did not fight us. We kept going and, emboldened by our success, we risked to approach, ever so slowly, her pussy, bejeweled with golden rings, and her nipple, without taking our eyes off hers. Then she stopped us with a gentle, but firm, push of her hooves. We respected that and covered the rest of her body with our kisses. It seemed to relax her. When we were finished, Cupcake looked at me worried, sharing my same fears. Perhaps we could try to kiss her pussy again? She was under the impression that we had to share ourselves before asking Cream Pie to do the same. I agreed.

While my mate lied down next to the newcomer, I kissed her perfect spotted skin in various parts and then on her mound. Cream Pie understood my invitations to do the same as an order, so I had to stop her. I did not know how to make myself clear! What kind of people did she think she had ended up with? For the second time, I remember how scared I had been of bullying my first time and sighed. So I kissed Cupcake's tummy, right beside the little chain pierced to her belly button that held a cute plastic muffin, raised my head, smiled and then nodded. I repeated, but this time I grimaced and shook my head. Next I tapped on Cream Pie and shrugged. She finally got it! After a brief internal debating, she decided to go for it.

She explored Cupcake timidly but carefully, even giving a peck to her nipples, only one though. What a waste! I deemed that she was in need of encouragement. So I took a couple of Cupcake's pussy rings between my teeth and spread it a little, mooing bracingly. Cream Pie raised her eyebrows, but my mate spurred her too, convincing her to come close, have a sniff, which pissed me off a little, and a peck on Cupcake's clit. I was about to show her how it was done, when I noticed that Aaron was staring at us intently, probably getting off on the newcomer. I was wrong, he was waiting for our milking, as his eyeing the rig pointed out. I silently pleaded for a delay with my eyes and, a bit surprisingly, he suddenly decided that the pump needed some cleaning.

Incidentally, I had a similar opinion about Cupcake's pussy and gave her a good lick, Cream Pie gazing at me and my mate mooing in pleasure. It was my turn: I lied down and shrugged in the newbie's direction with a "do whatever" expression on my face. She scouted me too, lingering on my pussy a bit longer, fascinated by my pink bush. Finally, she took the courage of sticking her tongue out and caressing my button. Cupcake immediately crossed her forelegs and acted jokingly offended, mooing indignantly. It was the right timing, because Cream Pie joined our moo-laughter.

Aaron took the hint and came to fetch us. I noticed that he whipped Cream Pie in a particularly delicate way and, when it was time to milk her, he avoided touching her as much as possible. It had never occurred to me that he could be so considerate. Was this part of Penelope's instructions? Anyhow, the newcomer had very little milk and I sympathized with her. I remembered how frustrating it was to lie on that rig for a shorter time than what I had spent getting on and off it. To her credit, Cream Pie did not have any problem with the bukkake feeding, albeit she was not thoroughly enjoying it as I and Cupcake now did.

Back in our resting area, I and Cupcake were really tired. With a gaze, we ruled that we would sleep and leave Cream Pie re-elaborate in peace, as she appeared to be eager to do. We were wrong: as we got in each other's arms as usual, she looked briefly at us, somewhat lost, and then, as if she had intruded, intently at the wall. Well, she could do her thinking in our arms too, right? We separated and invited her into a sandwich. After some insistence, she agreed and found her herd companions resting their heads on her armpits and their forelegs warming her tummy.

She was so kind to wake us up before Aaron whipped us. Rubbing my eyes, I noticed her giving a brief nod to him. During our sleep, the barn had changed a little bit. We now had three milking stalls and one more yokemill. Penelope had not lost time, apparently. I and Cupcake were now quite adept at pulling the yokemill and therefore we were given a different pace from Cream Pie's by Aaron's crop. She was confused by it too, but did not receive too big of a punishment. I began to have the impression that he had taken a liking in our newest addition. I was proven right when Kam came to relieve him.

"So this is the new one, huh?" he said, casting lewd glances at her.

Cream Pie did not seem eager at all to have sex with that stranger.

"Yeah, but we gotta go easy on her, she's new." added a little awkwardly the other stable boy.

He did not seem to having caught the hint.

"Yeah, sure."

Then, unexpectedly, Cupcake stepped forward and started to flirt ostentatiously with Kam.

"What, you jealous, girl?" he teased her, trying not to look flattered.

She mooed yes.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you, today she is super horny. The things she did to me... A machine, really." added Aaron, getting Kam's attention immediately.

"Like what?"

"A gentleman doesn't tell!" joked Aaron.

"Oh, shut up, you are no gentleman! I'll find out myself!" replied Kam and he jumped the fence to fetch Cupcake, who winked at me and rolled her eyes.

Cream Pie was agape.

"Look, Cream Pie, you better get your act together, fast." warned her Aaron as soon as Kam was out "If this is not for you, you should get out of here."

Now I was agape.

"You keep teaching her." he added, addressing me.

Deciding that I was safe for this time, I mooed and gestured Aaron to help me. He panicked for a second at my blatant breaking of the rules, but then nodded curtly. Together, we showed Cream Pie around, I gave her advice on how to walk with hooves and tried to explain how to relax her bladder with a practical demonstrations, that left her quite upset. On the other (stable) hand (sorry for the pun), Aaron gave her tips about our jobs, showing a remarkable spirit of observation. After that day, I would see him in a very different light. We finished our crash course just in time for Kam to appear from the covered wagon room.

"You were right!" he called, approaching us with Cupcake "She kept preventing me from cumming, this horny cow!"

Cupcake mooed lustfully and we watched them go back to the stables. Cupcake mimicked a fuck, raised her hooves, opened wide her eyes and then assumed an achey and regretful face, showing her hindquarters. She had exaggerated and was a little sore. I immediately dropped on my knees, with a technique I had only recently mastered that did non make me hurt myself, and started working on her asshole, with a worried face. When I was satisfied that she was feeling better, I printed a loud kiss on her butt cheek and she hoisted me back up again, so that she could kiss me and go back to the barn, because she wanted her tail back. We both had grown used to the butt-plugs, all thanks to Aidan. He had provided us with very sophisticated models, that somehow let lube transpire out of their surface, as if they sweated, making our fuck-holes always comfortably slick and hydrated.

Cream Pie was impressed by what I had done and looked at me quizzically. I shrugged and hugged myself with a smile, spinning a little left and right. I and Cupcake took care of each other. Next I hugged her in the same way, to tell her that we wanted to do the same for her. When we separated, she kissed me the same way Cupcake had done and did the same with her when she was back, her Rasta tail waggling merrily from her ass.

Since we were allowed to graze, we stayed outside. Judging from the length of the day, autumn was at the gates and it was not hot enough for us to stay comfortably out in the second half of the afternoon. Now that we were more in confidence, Cupcake tried to ask why Cream Pie had become a hucow. She made a wry smile and passed her hoof on her neck: somebody had threatened her life? We mooed flabbergasted. The new cow added a stoned face and drew the symbol of the dollar on the ground, only to slash it afterwards. Albeit we were both shocked about the news, Cupcake seemed to feel it more. After all, had it not been an addiction that had threatened her father's life? She had never revealed that to me and I did not want to tell her that I knew, because I wanted it to be her choice. So we just hugged Cream Pie tight, hoping that she would understand that she was safe now.

Our stroll did not last long. Just like us at the beginning, Cream Pie could not stand for extended periods of time without having her feet and hind legs ache. We then rested on one of the haystacks. Since we finally had an audience, I and Cupcake decided to lighten the mood and sang a duet, throwing in also an improvised dance. Needless to say, it was an instant hit, earning us clapping hooves and a lot of laughs. Cream Pie tried to sing too. Apparently it was a passion of hers and it showed: she had a much better pitch, albeit it required her to adjust it a little to her mooing device.

Later, we were called for milking and feeding and then we saw little of each other, except during those two activities, because we had a lot of clients that day. I wondered whether, with Cream Pie, we would have to be mounted less often. It was hard to decide whether it would be a good thing or not: I truly enjoyed my time with some clients, but hated others. My libido, on the other hand, had a much stronger opinion: the more I was fucked, the better.

Anyway, it was a dull afternoon and a sad night. I kept thinking about Aidan and Penelope's anniversary. Was the flame rekindling between them? He had stopped complaining about her for a while, but maybe he just thought that I did not want to hear him talking about her all the time. Also, she may have found him a pretty cow, but I had become a pretty cow for him! Her gift paled confronted to mine. No, he was just being civil with her. And she had just made a big mistake, because she had only given him one more reason to spend time at the farm, with me.

Still, with my thoughts far away from the farm, I almost did not notice that Cream Pie had seemed to grow restless every time I saw her. At first, I just assumed that she was bored without us, but soon her behavior became a little too twitchy to be explained by boredom. Was she in withdrawal? How could she, after having been in rehab? Unless, somehow, drugs reached rehab centers too. Kam had noticed that too and called Penelope. She must have said something very convincing about her, because afterwards he just ignored the matter.

We did not, however and as soon as we came back from the breeding rooms, in the cover of darkness, we asked Cream Pie what was going on with her. She began puffing and I remembered the night when I saw her smoking, how fast she had drained the cigarette. Cupcake did not get it and so I took a straw in my mouth and repeated the gesture, making her moo in comprehension. She tapped her chest too, not surprising me at all: I had seen the look of desire she had cast at the smoking clients dawdling across our fence and I was pretty sure it was not due to their good looks. I hoped that she had some idea to ease the addiction, but she just shrugged and shook her head.

Why had not Cream Pie weaned herself off at the rehab center? Maybe because doing that and getting clean at the same time was too hard? I knew that addicts often resorted to tobacco to keep their demons at bay. Cupcake put a straw in the other cow's mouth and shrugged again. They did say that chewing something helped. Cream Pie smiled and mooed in thanks, but let us understand that it was not only the lack of cigarettes bothering her. She just had to glance inadvertently to her pussy for a brief moment for us to understand. If she had been on milk-enhancers for almost a month, her libido must have been as crazy as ours, but without clients and hands with which masturbate herself, she could not do anything about it. Put together with her addiction to nicotine, everything added up.

I and Cupcake exchanged a naughty look. Acting in tandem, we began to lick Cream Pie's boobs, spiraling gradually towards her nipples. She gasped and even almost stopped us, but she could not resist and just lied on the hay, spreading her fore and hindlegs. Unfortunately, apart from teasing them, we could do nothing else to her boobs, because in the unlucky circumstance that even a drop of milk came out, we risked a terrible punishment. We had never experienced it, but the ominous look in Aidan's eyes had been enough for us not to even remotely risk it.

So we had to choose: who would eat her pussy? Since Cupcake was the resident expert, I withdrew. Seeing me a little disappointed, she made Cream Pie roll on her side and mooed in challenge. I did not flinch. I had licked far less inviting assholes the very same day. We approached her sex from opposite sides, but she never stopped us: it seemed that ages had passed from when she was uneasy even with kisses. A hormone miracle! Thus, Cream Pie found herself with two tongues working enthusiastically on her lower fuck-holes.

Sometimes, when Cupcake was concentrating more on her clit, I managed to overstep in vagina territory. Anyhow, it did not take long for our new friend to cum and when she did, she did it with style. As she filled the dark barn with her moos, a white liquid burst from her pussy, catching Cupcake by surprise, but only for a brief instant, because she went on and then pushed Cream Pie on her back to allow me to try her squirt too. At the end we were both moo-chuckling, printing kisses all over Cream Pie's shivering body. She was going to be so fun!