Calvin walks back to the barn, past the stalls and into what seems like a lounge – the furniture itself are just bales of hay that are softened and indented, there’s a kitchen area with basic facilities right next to the areas. There’s a few other male cows sitting around and chatting amongst themselves… And even a couple of bulls; he can tell because he can see their packages – one is wearing some briefs, and the other is wearing some jeans with a regular bulge rather than a large one.

“You really know how to shine on folks, don’t ya, Ollie?” Says a cow as he looks at a young pup, who is enjoying his arm around his shoulder. The beagle giggles as he scoots next to the chubby bovine.

“I dunno, I just like being around here!” The kid beamed, his tail wagging behind him.

“Hegh. You know yer supposed to be workin, right?” Asked the fully dressed bull as he smokes a vapor cig.

“I am!” The dog smiled, “I’m here for housekeeping!”

“Heh, and since when does housekeeping involve flirtin with us?”

“Checking up and maintaining the emotional and mental evaluation of the workers!” The teen answered.

“Heh, well that’s goin over MAH head…” Another cow says. The pup looks aside and then spots Calvin.

“OOH! Is he new?? Wooow!” He beams as he leaned forward. 

“Easy there, boeh,” The chubby cow tells him, “You don’t know if he’s even gay.”

“So what? YOU’RE not~” The pup murred as he pushes his head against that belly. “And your wife seems to like me hanging out with you.”

“You’re good with mah udders and you’re a nice kid. Nuff said.”

“Hiya!” The pup says as he hops over to Calvin. The black and white bull looks at him curiously, “My name’s Oliver, but everyone calls me Ollie!”

“Yeah, uh… Calvin.” He answers.

“My gosh, you look… Errrrff…” He murrs as he rubs onto those abs.

“Uh… Kid, aren’t you a bit young for touchin me like that?”

“Am not! I’m 18!”

“Yeah.” Scoffed one of the bulls, “As of what, last week?”

“Still counts, okay??” Ollie shoots at him. “Anyway, it’s really nice to meet you, sir~” The young dog tells Calvin.

“Hegh hegh hegh, you’ll have to forgive the boy, new guy.” One of them said, “He’s a bit forward here.”

“Yeah, been comin here since he was a puppy.”

“I just love cows and stuff is all,” Ollie blushes as he rocks on the balls of his feet.

“Mhm, yeah, right.” Calvin nods at him, trying not to chuckle and smile at the dog. The pup is really cute though. But when did Calvin find young men cute? Isn’t he supposed to be straight??

“Anyway,” Says one of the bulls, “Why are you walkin around bare-assed?”

“Huh?” Calvin looked up.

“Don’t ya have a shirt or some slacks or something?”

“What? I, ah, what?” Calvin stammered, looking down, patting himself, and then turning around a bit.

“What’s wrong with’chu?” The cow on the couch laughed.

“I don’t have clothes, I thought…” Then Calvin paused. All of a sudden, it’s just NOW occurring to him that he’s completely nude! When did this happen?? He’s been completely naked in front of hundreds of strangers for 5 whole years! Why is it now just hitting him that he’s letting his ass and udders hang out in front of God and the world?!

“Don’t tell me you’re just noticin’ NOW!” A bull laughed as Calvin attempts to cover his udders, then his butt, but keeps alternating between the two.

“I-I-I don’t know where m’damn cloths are, okay???” Calvin tells him, “Mah stall didn’t come with no damn closet or som-mmOOOOOOO!” He yowled randomly.

“Ya don’t keep clothes in yer stall, dumbass.” The chubby cow said, “Ye git dressed in the changing room next to the door behind ya.”

“And what about YOU?!” Calvin accuses, “I can see YOUR udders hanging out!”

“What’re you, blind?” The guy says before he gets up. Calvin gaps as he sees this guy is wearing old cargo pants, but these are specially designed pants that have his milk bag secured safely outside of the garment, “See?” He even turns around and shows off his bum, tightly packed beneath the fabric, “Mah wife got me these long time ago.”

“Agh, ah, what-”

“Hahaha, this gonna take all day, Ollie?” The bull nods. The beagle boy quirks his head and perks up, “How bout you make yerself useful and get the greenhorn dressed?”

“Yessir!” The perky boy answers as he wags his tail. “This way, Mr Calvin!” The teen takes the cow by the hand and leads the way. Calvin’s face goes red hot as his buttcheeks can feel the eyes of the other men behind him, especially after an uncalled-for wolfwhistle before he disappears behind a door. 

“Shyit…” Calvin winces as he lets his arms loose as the boy scampers before him.

“It’s okay, Mr Calvin” The pup tells him, “Hehehe, I actually like you naked~!”

“Ah heh. Thanks…” Calvin chuckles, “Yur pretty mild about letting loose, aren’t you, boy?”

“Mah mama taught me to be honest, and mah papa told me to know what I like. So I do both~!”

“Hmhm…” Calvin chuckles sheepishly before looking around. This place looks like a cross between a locker room and a dressing room from a theatre. Only instead of flamboyant costumes, there’s regular clothing, uniforms, hats, and various accessories. “But… Again, I got no clothes. How do I know which one’s mine?”

“You didn’t bring clothes when you moved here?” Ollie asked curiously, “Huh… I’m guessing you’re from like, the buffs or cliffs?”

Buffs or cliffs? What is this kid even talking about, “Hell if Ah know,” Calvin tells him as he rubs his head, “I’m still tryin’ta remember 5 minutes ago.”

“Hahaha. Well, most of these clothes are free-to-use. If ya have personal stuff, ya need to ask Jack for a locker.”

“Heh… Yeah… Jack…” Calvin grimaced as he rubs a buttcheek, “Mah ass is still sore from him whacking me…”

“Hahahaha, that’s just him bein’ friendly!” The pup says, “Wanna know a secret?”

“Uh… Sure.”

Ollie lowered his voice, “Rumor has it, that if you let Jack give ya a spankin and say some funny stuff, he’ll pull a bunch’a strings for you.”

“Hah… Ahahah,” Calvin chuckles, “Ah’m not sure if I can… Well…” He rubs his chin and really thought, “Not that him slappin my ass wasn’t bad, it was… I didn’t expect it, I guess.” 

“Hehehehe, trust me, if ya want him to do ya a lot of favors, and then some,” The pup gives his own behind a light slap, “Let him go to town and you’re golden.”

“Wait, so he spanked YOU?”

“Hehehe,” Ollie giggles, “Why do you think I get to hang out with you cows whenever I want~?”

“I thought you was an intern…”

“I am! And I do my work.” Ollie says proudly, “I just get to be here whenever I feel like it instead of short shifts like the other interns!”

“I see…”

“Anyway, let’s find you something to wear!” Ollie skips to a rack. He slides a few hangers to the side, pondering what kind of threads will look good on Calvin, “Hmm…” The pup pulls out a button-up shirt and goes to the nude bovine to hold it up, “I think this will look good on you!”

“Right,” Calvin takes it and wraps it around his muscular frame while the boy goes to browse the denim. The cow buttons up his shirt and seals in his bulking muscles, the sleeves riding on his biceps and the bottom brim of the shirt hanging right above his pelvis. He turns and twists his torso a bit; the shirt is a bit tight, but it fits nonetheless.

“Here!” Ollie says as he presents some new blue overalls, “These would look great on you!”

“Heh, alright…” Calvin takes them and then turns around. He chuckles as he wiggles his tail and shows off his bubble butt for the teen to ogle. 

“Oh gosh…” Ollie whispers and giggles. The half naked cow steps into the garment and pulls them up between his legs and over his torso, observing the huge round bulge sliding along the front. 

“Now how…” Just as he’s pulling the front to cover his chest, he feels his udders get a peek of air before they easily bob out of the stylized hole in the front, fitting perfectly with his milk bag, “Oh. That’s handy.”

Calvin takes the straps over his shoulders and clicked the round buckles into place. He looks down at himself, noting the legs of the overalls reach to knees. He turns around, getting a feel for the outfit and flexing about and rolling his limbs slightly to get into place.

“Well?” He huffs at the boy, “How do Ah look?”

“Murrrrr like a bright and sunny day, Mr Calvin.”

“Heh, good.” Calvin chuckled as charismatic urge starts to push in his gut. He approaches the boy, who is gasping and beaming up at him, “Anyone ever tell ya you are a very good boy?”

“Oh my gosh…” The pup breathes as the huge bovine reaches down and starts to rub his neck and his shoulders. His tail becomes a blur behind his perky behind. 

“Think we got some privacy in here?” Calvin asks with a grin… Not exactly knowing why he’s seducing this young man like this.

“I-I-I think?” The boy shrugged, “If we uh, maybe duck behind here…” The two go to a very small corner next to a locker. Calvin takes a seat on the bench and has the pup hop onto him and sit on his lap.

“There we go…” The cow hummed.

“Hoohhhh…” Ollie blushes as his booty gently presses down onto Calvin’s very warm and squishy udders. His tail whips wildly as he murrs and puts his paws onto Calvin’s chest.

“Mmmm…” Calvin nuzzles onto Ollie’s neck and starts to rub his back. 

“Hhhhuuuueeeeeehh!” The pup squeals lightly as his briefs sports an obvious tent while he grinds his behind onto those exposed udders. 

“You’re a good boy, Ollie…” Calvin muttered as he starts to smooch and nudge into the middle of the dog’s neck.

“H-Hoh, oh, oh, oh,” The beagle whines and moans as he tilts his head up, his leg already jumping.

“Heh heh, you like this, boy~?” He asked as he reaches around and start to graze his nails up and down onto Ollie’s lower back.

“OooOOOOOOO!” The pup goes nuts as he actually starts to make humping motions onto the bull’s stomach.

“Hahaha, damn boy” Calvin chuckles as the young canine starts to get very worked up in a very short time, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanna use me as a chew toy.”

“Errrffff, I-I do, I wannaaaaa…” The pup squeals as he hugs closer and grinds onto the cow, his big tongue dangling from his muzzle. 

“Heh heh, you’re so cute.” Calvin mused as he pets the boy’s head and ears. He nudges and kisses the boy’s neck a little more with a stray hand going to cup and grope the teen’s tightly packed bum.

“HooOOOHHHHH!” Ollie suddenly howled weakly. “Errrr! Ruff! Arf!” His hips buck onto the bull before him.

“Uh… Ollie?”

“Haaaallllhhhh…” The dog melts as he slumps his head onto the bull’s shoulder, his tongue dribbling as he pants.

“Wait. You didn’t just…” With little effort, the cow puts his hands under Ollie’s armpits and lifts him up. Ollie pants and smiles goofily with a dazed expression on his face, his tended shorts showing some white syrup starting to drool from his crotch. “Heh, boy I swear.”

“I love cows…” Ollie murrs with that dizzy look.

SEVERAL MINUTES LATER

“Hehehehe!” Ollie giggles as he licks and kisses Calvin’s cheek.

“Okay, okay now.” The cow says to him, “Gotta- Pff hahahah” He can’t help but laugh with that puppy still nipping and licking at him. “Down, boy. I ain’t your boyfriend.”

“That was so great though!” Ollie beams, wearing some clean shorts while his dirty ones are in one of the hampers, “None of the other cows ever done that with me before!”

“Could that be because yer barely legal since a few days ago.”

“Yeah, so?” He giggles, “And uh…” The pup blushes as he acts a little coy of a sudden, “You’re uh… You’re my uh… First, ya know?”

“Really. No other boys from school goin at ya like you were on me?” Calvin teased.

“A couple, but it was school! All we ever did was kiss and stuff.” Those bright eyes glimmer at the tall beef in front of him, “Look, I know we can’t be all sweethearts and boyfriends, but… Can we like…” He blushed and giggles again, “Can we do that again?? I wanna try and last longer next time!”

“Hahah, kinda promised mahself to that fox in the milk house, kiddo.”

“That’s okay! A lot of folks spend time together! And besides, you’re not his boyfriend, right?”

“Huumm…” The bull shrugged, “Suppose not.”

“Good! Then it’s a date!”

“W-Wait, I didn’t actually say-”

“Gotta run!” The beagle pipes before he jumps up and kisses Calvin’s cheek one more time before running off, “Later Mr Calvin!” With that, the peppy puppy scampers off and out the door.

“Heh, mercy…” He chuckled before taking a second to look about. He looks down at his overalls, which are surprisingly clean considering Ollie went overboard too fast a while back. “Huh… Why…” Calvin wondered, “Did I just get close with an 18-year-old boy?” The bovine asked himself.

“But… Ah’m straight… Aren’t I?” He asks himself. He closes his eyes and tried to concentrate. He pictures his exwife’s breasts – he always liked grabbing and bouncing them around, or he LOVED it when she straddled his cock and got wild and freaky with him. 

But now?

He’s way too reluctant to even go there… Then what about his girlfriends? When he was fresh out of highschool, Calvin got laid a LOT. He was the stud of the neighborhood. His parents were never around, and he had at least a new girl every couple of weeks. 

“Egh…” He shakes his head. Now the thought of naked ladies turns him off. “So… Guys? Boys?” The bull rubs his chin a bit and thought of Ollie. That adorable and bubbly kid, dancing around in a skimpy underwear. Maybe Kayden, he’d love to let that fox play with his pecs. 

“Huh huh huh…” Calvin chuckled stupidly as his udders tingled. What other employees does this place have? Are there any fat pigs who’d like to stuff their oinkers up his butt? “Ooooh, heh heh…” The bull started to stroke one of his teats. He’d also want to see about Jack giving him a spanking. Or what if…

“Huh?” Calvin looks down, seeing that he’s starting to play with himself, “Shyit, what am I doing?” He lets go of himself and goes to look in the mirror. He tilts his head to look at himself, turning around and showing off his behind to the reflection, seeing a sort of butt-flap buttoned up at the bottom, “Oh yeah, the kid didn’t give me no underwear…” He ponders, feeling as his rump to the divide within.

He turns back around and looks down, seeing his bright pink udders out in the open, completely hanging outside of his clothes, “So am I supposed to just walk around with my junk danglin’ everywhere??” He says as he shakes his hips, purposefully making his fleshy bag wobble and bounce around while hearing the audible sloshing and splashing from inside the smooth hide.

“Haaggh… Aight…” Calvin almost leaves when he spots a few other things along some of the racks. Upon observation, he sees that there are various accessories and garments here and there. “Hmmm…” He takes a quaint straw hat and puts his horns through the provided holes. Walking around, he picks up a black velvet strap with a gleaming gold cowbell containing a diamond orb inside its area. “Ooo, this looks mighty purtty…” He blinks for a second and shakes his head, “AHEM! Agh, I mean… This looks good.” He undoes the clasp and puts it around his strong neck.

Calvin checks himself out in the mirror again, smiling as he turns around and admires himself, “Yep! I think I’m all set.” He looks down and chuckles as he handles udders again, “Guess I’mma have to git used to flashin everybody with mah milkers, huh?” Calvin huffs a deep breath and walks out.

Still feeling like he’s wiggling his penis around out of his pants as he walks, the now-clothed bovine walks back into the lounge area to find half the cows have already left.

SLAP!

“OH!”

“H-Huh??” Calvin quirks to the side to see another bizarre sight. There’s the short donkey from before, and there’s a nude butt with a gentleman bent over the table. Calvin tilts sideways to see it’s a lion wearing a rather fancy suit… At least from the waist-up. The feline’s trousers are pooled at his feet as Jack makes those golden-red buttcheeks jiggle with the explosive spanking he’s dealing to him. Jack has his hand holding a rather hard grip on the base of the lion’s tail to keep it yanked up.

SPANK! “Ahhh!” SMACK! “Ohhh!” SLAP! “MMMHhhhFFF” The lion bites his lip as he endures the harsh punishment. Easily on the older side, the feline has quite an amount of silver streaks along his rich mane, not to mention his muzzle, though refined as his clothing, has a sort of grizzled touch to it. He lets his pronounced round gut balance him on the table while his shapely rump is ruthlessly preyed upon. BAM!

“Now, you gonna keep stealin my boys, boss?” Jack asked lowly… With a bit of a smirk on his face. 

“Mmnnnhh, probably~” The lion bantered as his back arches a little, “That is if I can’t have you sit on my face~”

“You a filthy tycoon, boy…”

SPANK!

“Ahhhh~!” The lion howls with lust again from the spanking, his tongue practically springing out of his muzzle from the sheer enjoyment out of it, his rosy buttcheeks almost looking exactly like a big fluffy heart.

“Uuuhhhhh…” Calvin says. Both men turn to look at him and irked. “Am I interruptin’ somethin’?” 

“Oh my,” The lion quickly gets off the table and pulls his pants back up while Jack quickly adjusts the tent in his pants.

“Uh, ahem, boy,” Jack stammers, “Now, you ain’t seen nuthin, right?”

“Hahah, I think I’ve seen a LOT.” Calvin gloats as he crosses his arms.

“Boy, I mean it! If-”

“Calm down, Jack. I can handle this.” The lion says while he straightens out his tie. “It was my fault anyway; I was the one who couldn’t wait to go somewhere private.”

“Haaggghhh, right, fine.” The flustered donkey glances to the side a few times. He takes his clipboard and walks off to avoid this awkward moment.

“My apologies, Jack has always been the forceful and abrasive type,” The lion says, “It’s why I hired him, haha.”

“Wait, so,” Calvin says, “He called you ‘boss’. You the manager or something?”

“You COULD say that.” The lion nods, “I am the main investor of Darre Creamery Farms and the mayor of Patchette County here.”
 
“Wait, Patchette County??” Calvin gaps, “I’m in Patchette County???”

“Why… Yes…” The lion nods, “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“Oh, uh, I,” The cow stammers a bit, “I just uh, don’t remember much on account of last night…” Patchette County is at least half a continent away from the Centronic Jail Facility. How did he get so far and have no memory of how and when he got here?

“Ah yes. I did hear there was quite a stir in the ranch.” The lion nods, “I suppose you also don’t know what my name is either?”

“U-Uh, y-you’re the mayor, right?”

“Hahaha, it’s alright,” The lion chuckles as he slaps the cow’s shoulders, “It’s not like I expect every single person alive to know me. For case of reference, however, you may call me Sir Allen Kingston. Or perhaps just Allen, for short.”

“Wait… You are Allen Kingston? THE Sir Allen Kingston?!” Calvin beamed. “No you’re not!”

“Hahaha, then I daresay my memory is as questionable as your own, my good cow.” The regal lion chuckles. 

“Then, I, damn, I can’t git my mind straight,” Calvin rubs his head, “I read all your books, seen all your movies, I swear to God I voted for you back in 2750 when you were elected president, I even bought a piece of shrapnel from when you were in the troops- which I uh… Lost and, yeah,” Calvin added at the last second, remembering that he doesn’t have any of his old possession from years ago.

“Hahahahah, a fan, then?” The lion chuckled warmly, “It is always good to meet someone who remembers my time back in the day when they see this old cat out in the country shuffling papers and whatnot.”

“So, if you’re Allen Kingston… What are you doin’ gettin’ your ass handed to you by a donkey? I mean, weren’t you married??”

“There was an arranged marriage proposed for political reasons, she and I never clicked. The deal fell through when it became apparent I fancied males and that country was never heard from again on our side. After which I was happily married for over 12 years until my ex-husband drifted apart.”

“Still, like…” Calvin chuckles awkwardly, “You’re… Ya know, a big deal! And you’re just hangin’ out here with a bunch’a farmers and rednecks?”

“Hahaha, I suppose it is difficult to imagine one of my track record to allow a farm foreman to discipline me, but urrfff…” The lion rubs his panted bum, “That Jack knows how to put me in my place better than my ex-husband ever did…”

“I just, I never woulda guessed.”

“Hah, do not tell the presses, but I do prefer my company to be rather… Brazen, so to speak.” Allen chuckles. Calvin blinks as the pot-bellied feline comes near him; he can hear the lion begin to purr, “As a matter of fact, I sort of fancy you too, if I may be so bold…”

“Heh…” Calvin’s foreign charisma starts to kick in again. His denim rump sits on the table while Allen advanced on him, putting his cane aside to grind his crotch into those naked udders, “I s’pose you wanna start chewin on mah butthole, kitty-boy?”

“MMmmfff, saucy…” The lion licks his muzzle as he leans forward, “I like the way you talk, I must say~”

“So far a lotta folks here do.” Calvin flirts, “Seems I’m real popular since I got here.”

“I can see why~” Allen’s tent starts to rub and shove onto Calvin’s very warm milk bag. He leans in and growls lowly while bearing his teeth and grazing onto Calvin’s beefy neck.

“Nnhhh, m-mooooOOOOooo…” Calvin moos weakly as his legs twitch as Allen gently gnaws on him. The old lion snarls hungrily as his rough tongue brushes on that pelt as those teeth grind and press down on him again and again.

“Mrowr~” Allen chuckles as he strokes his protruding bulge as he backs off a bit, “You farm folk really do have a way of making me feel young again.”

“Aw, don’t tell me it’s over already.” Calvin pouted as he leaned forward, “Ah haven’t even gotten to the part where Ah wear your fat balls like a mask.”

“MMMHhmhmhmhm, you certainly are a stud among cattle.” Allen growls as he cups the underside of Calvin’s hot udders, “Now if only you had a manhood to prove it, you would be a different kind of perfect~”

“Heh,” Calvin snirks as he hops off the table and immediately turns around, “Does that mean you’ll be breeding mah ass like a real mean.”

“Oh most certainly, good sir~” Allen chuckles as he rubs that bodacious behind and gives it a nice swat!

“MmOOOOOOOOooo!” Calvin involuntarily yowled after the butt slap. He flusters as he turns around.

“Anyway, I have to return to the main office of the barn,” Allen says as the gentleman lion tucks his paw into his pants to adjust his boner more discretely, “And I imagine you have some work to do.”

“Ah reckon Ah do.” Calvin nods while showing himself off after turning around.

“Very well. Until we meet again.” With that, Allen takes his formal cane and takes his leave with it. “Hmmm…” The lion ponders as he walks, looking back with his peripheral vision, “Looks like I made a good investment with this one… Hmhmhm…” He chuckles lowly before going on his way.

Calvin giggles dumbly for a second before snapping out of it and shaking his head.

“Heh heh… Well, okay,” He tilts his head a bit and rubs under his hat, “I guess if there WAS a man I’d go gay for, heh-heh-heh-he’d be the one, heh…”

Soon, Calvin walks outside in the bright morning light. He peers over the vast fields of crops and facilities for various produce and products. He can distinctly hear the moos coming from the milk shakes and chicken clucks in the far distance. He also spots a handful of different workers among the works – not just cows like him; random furs and people in either uniforms or their own gear. He can also see far-off barns and shacks along the way.

“Hey, Mr Calvin!” Comes a familiar yip. Calvin turns and smiles as Ollie comes to greet him, his tail wagging like nuts.

“Well howdy, little buddy.” Calvin greets, “I thought you went off to work.”

“I am!” He nods, “Jack told me to show you the ropes in one of the jobs here!”

“Really?” Calvin raises a brow at the pup, “You’n me on my first day? He doesn’t want someone who has been here a while to show me ‘round?”

“I’ve been coming here since I was a kid,” Ollie smirks, “I know the place better than anyone.”

“Uh-huh.” Calvin walks to the side and leans down. The beagle’s ears quirk as those young eyes see where one of Calvin’s hands is going, “How’s your keister doing back there?” Calvin asked as he gives the pup a few pats.

“YEEP!” The pup jumbles and pouts, staggering away from Calvin and rubbing his very sore behind, “Rrrrrrr…”

“Heh, thought so. You went and asked Jack for another one’a his ‘favors’ you mentioned, didn’t ya?”

“Okay okay, so I let him bend me over his knee.” Ollie confessed, “I really like you, Mr Calvin, an’ I wanna work with ya today! Pleeeeaaaaase?”

“Well, not like I ain’t got much of a clue on how to go about what I do here anyway.”

“WOO!” The pup cheered and skipped ahead, “Let’s go, Mr Calvin!” 

“Heh heh, boy…”

In a few minutes, Calvin walks next to the teenager holding a clipboard as they walk down the straw-covered isle of one of the larger barns.

“So, depending on the shift-rotation an employee is currently assigned to, there are several different jobs for you to take on.”

“Do I get to choose what I do?”

“Not really, no. The sort of work you do just depends on what you’re doing. I don’t think you’re completely registered, Mr Calvin. So you’re probably going to be doing a little bit of everything for the next few days or something.”

“How do ya mean?”

“Well for instance, you see out there?” Ollie pointed out to the windows. Calvin looks to see a handful of employees in the cornfields and along the rows berry bushes, “That’s Harvesting Duty, where workers collect crops from the fields. If you had Harvesting Duty as your shift for the day, you’d be doing that for an 8-hour shift. Or else there’s also Packaging, like over here.” The pup escorts the bovine to see a few furs in jumpsuits in a few assembly lines, putting together jars, labeling products, sealing tape onto boxes, etc, “You’d be in this area for the day.”

“So, I could be harvesting one day, and then packaging stuff the next?”

“Essentially. That’s only just two jobs, though. There’s several that goes on here on the creamery farm.”

“Say I’m not good worth for shit in packaging or collecting eggs.” Calvin says, “Do they still make me do that stuff?”

“Naw. If you’re not good at particular job, the foremen won’t bother assigning it to you. They just give you the jobs you’re good at.”

“How about milking?” Calvin asked, “Am I gonna be doing that?”

“For ethical reasons, cows aren’t allowed to milk other cows.”

“Uh-huh. I see.”

“Movin’ on.” Ollie says as he checks off the board. Calvin can’t help but observe just how different the kid is acting – just 10 minutes ago, the boy was all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, now he’s totally focused and business-like.

They pass by an area where there are more larger and muscular workers lifting, stacking, and moving enormous bales of hay or massive boxes, “Here’s where I think they’ll be having you work, Mr Calvin. You look like you can lift some heavy loads.”

“Heh, I don’t like ta brag.”

“This is where they prepare hay bales and whatnot, not just lifting, mind you.”

“Mhm…” Calvin nods as they goes. There’s something he’s starting to notice as the two of them stroll by to the next barn, where this one is more stationed full of shops and stands for browsing tourists, “Ollie? Is it just me, or is there just a lot of men working here?”

“This is a men’s only plantation, Mr Calvin.” Ollie says as those cute eyes look up, “We only employ males here.”

“Er… Dudn’t that git a little sexist?”

“Not really. There are such a thing as all-boy or all-girl academies, right? All the way in Hoffden County they actually have a female equivalent farm of this place.” 

“Huh…” They travel to a handful of food shops and stands.

“This is where I like to hang out when I’m not working or being with the cows.” Ollie says, “This is where you might call a food court, in a sense.”

“Looks kinda like a lil outdoor mall.” 

“In a way. There’s only a few restaurant-type of establishments here and there, and these are mainly small parlors or shops. If ya know how to cook, this is a simple enough place to work.”

“Hm,” Calvin thought as they go, looking a pristine looking bakery, “Ya know, I use’ta wanna open a spa when I was younger, but running a pastry joint was kinda like a Plan B in my case. Maybe I can work here?”

“Ooh I’d LOVE that!” The beagle beamed up, “That way I can hang with you and eat the goodies you make for me!”

“Heh heh, careful, boy.” Calvin rubs those loose and soft ears, “Ya gittin smitten and starstruck again.”

“Errrrffff, I can’t help it, hehehe!” Ollie murrs out loud, “Anyway, let’s keep moving.”

The two of them make their way to several areas of work, giving Calvin a look at what he might be doing. “Hey so, I bet chu know.” Calvin says, “I woke up this mornin in a stall at a barn. Is that where we ALL sleep?”

“Only a few of you.” Ollie answers, “Most of the employees here have their own homes in apartments or houses off the premises. But a few employees either can’t afford their own place or they just like livin here. So they sleep a stall like yours, and the rent is garnished from your wages.”

“I see. Aaaaand what I need a bigger stall? It was kinda cramped in there.”

“That’s something you’ll have to bring up with Jack.” Ollie tells him, “He’s in charge of your particular barn, so he manages all of the living arrangements, schedules, plans, enrollment, punctuation, and other needs for the cows on his block.”

“Dayum… No wonder he’s ornery…” 

“Hehehe, he’s actually a good guy.” The pup says, “He just gets angry in the mornin times because the cows usually give him a hard time, and if they don’t wake up on schedule, he has to put in that much more paperwork if they’re late.”

“And the spanking gimmick?”

“Hehehe, we all have our special things!” Ollie giggles, “Jack is spanking, me is… Eeerreerrr…” He giggles as he looks at Calvin’s fat wobbling udders, “And ya know, hehehe…”

“Heh heh, yeah…” Calvin chuckles. “Ya know… Ah’d love to show ya mah appreciation, boy…”

“Mrr??” Ollie’s ears perk and glances up at the bull next to him, “R-Really? H-How??”

“Heh… Do Ah need to spell it out for ya, doggo?” Calvin smirks. He puts his hands onto the boy’s shoulders and muttered into his ears, “Go ahead and meet me in mah stall tonight, when ev’rybody’s gone to bed…”

“Mrr!” Ollie blushes as his tail goes nuts.

“Now.” He pats the boy’s rump lightly and walks off, “Lets see where I can work next…”

LATER THAT NIGHT

“Agghh…” Calvin cracks his neck as he as he hangs up his overalls in his stall. Dusk has set in as the sun sets in the distance. He huffs as he takes a brief look around. This really is a tiny shed – a large and beefy guy like him, one would think he’d merit a bigger room. 

“Then again…” His head bows down a little and gazes at his mound of hay with a blanket over it. He gets on his knees and nuzzles onto the big soft cushion, mooing tenderly as he rubs his naked front onto the very smooth lump, “It’s so much better than a damn pod…” His udders gurgle softly under him, giving him a very warm blooming filling as it still produces his precious milk.

-knock knock knock-

“Hm?” Calvin sits up and looks to his door. He gets up and opens it, immediately smiling as he sees the young pup in the low light, “Oh, hey boy.”

“H-Hi, Mr Calvin, I…” Ollie wrings his little paws as he looks down and sees those primped teats, and then realizing that Calvin is completely in the nude, “I-I-I, y-y-you,”

“Yeees?” Calvin smirks as he crosses his arms and leans on the frame, crossing his legs some to give his free-hanging pink bag some emphasis. 

“Errrrmmmm…” Ollie squirms as he struggles with his words, “Y-Y-You said you wanted to uh… Thank me or something?”

“Sure, love to. Come inside and… How bout we lose some of these, huh?” He says as he tugs on the boy’s shirt. Ollie gulped as he sees Calvin turn, his eyes going straight to that white bubble butt. Ollie whips his head around to make sure no one is looking before the flustered pup enters into the rustic cubicle.

“So…” Ollie’s face is an adorable pink color as he stands there in his underwear, with Calvin completely nude! His heart pounds as the sexy beefy gets settled into his spot while the boy fidgets about, “What… What exactly do we do?” 

“Wut. Your parents never had the talk with you?” Calvin chuckled as he lays back, splaying his legs to let his fat udders droop and wobble between his thighs, letting the dog become almost hypnotized by the fluid sounds from inside it.

“N-No, I-I-I mean, yes, they did, I just… Errrrfff…” Ollie squirms as his undies sport a pronounced tent.

“Ya don’t know what adults REALLY do when they wanna fool around.” The cow says as he quirks an eyebrow.

“Yeah…”

“Well, for the most part, we do just what we feel like doin. So tell me, pup…” Calvin reaches down and gives his bag a few hefty gropes and jiggles one of his teats about, “What do YOU feel like doin here?”

“Huuhhhaaallll” Ollie drops to his knees and crawls between the bull’s legs. Calvin smiles as he puts his mighty yet fluffy thighs around the boy to comfortably surround him while he puts his paws onto that round and plump flesh balloon. It’s so pink and warm. He’s been allowed to milk cows here on the farm before, but he never gets to get intimate like this. 

“Moo~” Calvin shudders and coos as the sensitive flesh is grabbed and hugged and nudged by the dog, “That actually feels nice, mmff” 

“Mrrrrrrrrr” The dog murrs while his tail wags as he nudges his snout into the squishy udders and kneads it from both sides, hearing the rich fluids inside slosh and wobble internally. His underpants get so tight while he lets his tongue out and slowly drags it along the broad and soft surface of that bag.

“Ffffff, ooooooo…” Calvin moans as that wide and flat tongue licks and wiggles around on his udders. His hands go to pet the pup’s head while the teen starts to slurp and clean the sphere as well as wiggling around the teats, “Heheheheh, that tickles, son, hahah.”

“Murrrrrrrr…” Ollie is downright dazes as he does what he’s always wanted to do ever since he hit puberty. After years of watching the cows on the farm, and ogling at some of the handsome guys at school with a fat cream balloon on their crotches – jiggling, bouncing, sloshing, going in for a milking. “MrrRRFFF!” Ollie buries his face into those udders as his fingers dig and feel at them.

The pup gulps as he looks at one of those thick teats. Each one a 4-5 inch nozzle for the boundless libation stored within the cow’s healthy sac. He practically drools as he goes up and starts kissing the tip of one of them.

“Ooh! Oh, ffff” Calvin gasps lightly – all of a sudden, those fat nipples down there are a lot more sensitive than they were all day. He watches and moans lowly as Ollie finally seals his lips around the dick-like appendage. “Aaaaaawwwwhhhhhhhh…” Calvin moans as he slumps down in a very warm stupor. While Ollie nurses away on the udders, one of his paws is currently stroking his cock while he tickles another teat with his tongue.

“Mnngg… Mnnggg… Mmnngg…” Ollie’s neck flexes as he sensually suckles onto that thick teat. Pulling at it with his jaw suction yields a satisfying burst of warm and sweet fluids into his muzzle that drains right into his belly. A trail of white leaks from his lips and drips from the corner of his mouth as his head bobs affectionately, his chin pushing and brushing against the round girth of the milk sac.

“FFFFFF, hooo boy, mmmfff!” Calvin squirms and moans as he arches his back, pushing his loose and juicy udders onto the boy, “Dayum, pup, that feels so good, mooooo…”

“Ahhh… Murrrr…” Ollie pops from one of those udders, licking his muzzle before going to another untouched udder and start to drain it of its precious milk. “Mngg, mngg, mnngg,”

“Mmmff! Mooo, nnnhh!” Calvin writhes and puts his hands onto the pup’s shoulders firmly, his hooves twitching as it feels like a wonderful blowjob is being done to him. Ollie ceases drinking from his third udder in a row and starts to gently gnaw and drink from a fourth, “Mmmm dayum, mfff! Thirsty boy, moooo~” He moans in ‘moos’. Luckily, not as loud as when it was earlier, but they still push out nonetheless.

“Ahhh…” Ollie pants as he stops drinking – as much as he’s loving this, his tummy is getting full. The teenage canine stands up and peels down his damp underwear and lets that member flop out. His penis is humanoid with a thick base at his sheath, engorged with his knot. 

He hops and sits onto the cow’s abs before Calvin grabs onto that head and just rolls into an open-mouth kiss. “MRRFF! Mnnnhhh~!” The pup squeals as his flutter as that massive and strong tongue forces into his maw. His cock throbs hard while his tail is practically a blur above his ass while he makes out with his new favorite coworker.

The kiss lasts for a minute before they part. Ollie murrs lovingly as his chin dips into the fluffy divide of Calvin’s thick pecs while he low-key humps the bull’s torso. 

“Damn, boy…” Calvin muttered, “I duh… MOooooOOOoo…” He mooed out as his udders feel that hot and wild tingle. 

“Hehehehe, ruff” Ollie giggles as he hugs and nuzzled the cow, “Thank you for letting me do this~”

“Thank YOU for showing me around, boy.” Calvin boops his nose playfully.

“Erm, so… This is about adults doing what they want… Right?”

“Yeah.”

“So uh… There’s this one thing I really wanna do.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“Well, ya know when we were in the lockers today? And I sat on your udders and that uh… Made me…” The pup’s face is practically glowing with pink.

“Heheh, yeah.”

“Well… I know you can’t really top me. But… I’ve ALWAYS had a real thing for like… Having some udders rub my butt…”

“Oh really?” Calvin asked. He smirked as the pup squirms very awkwardly with him. “So you get kinky bout a cow humpin you doggy-style?”

“Rrrrfff yeeeees,” The embarrassed pup confessed. 

“Heh heh. Well, ‘spose I owe ya fer takin me under your wing, boy.”

“You wanna…??”

“Sure. I bet your ass’ll feel great on mah udders.” Calvin gets up to the beaming dog looking at him. “Go on and-” Ollie had already planted himself onto the mound on all fours, his back arched and holding his rear right up “Heh heh, God I love your spunk, boy.” 

“Hehehe…” Ollie giggles as he wags his tail some more. He soon feels that huge bovine hover above him, that massive and heavy frame above him as he also feels the heat from the large male. 

“Here you go, buddy…” Calvin then simply pushes his mushy milk sac down and onto Ollie’s behind.

“HHHHHAAaawwwlll!” Ollie’s eyes turn into big bright hearts as his bottom pushes itself onto Calvin’s free-hanging udders. 

“Moooooo~” Calvin moos as he puts his strong thighs on either side of the boy to really lock him in place while he rolls and shove shis udders onto that nude butt.

“AAARRRrrrrRRR!” Ollie squeals out as that fluid pillow blubs on his cheeks. His skinny chest pounds with overwhelming excitement as his odd fetish is being fulfilled like nuts! His own cock throbs and oozes precum like a faucet as he feels one of those fat teats roll across his crack and up his behind.

“Mmmrrrryyeah…” Calvin growls as he puts his hands onto the boy to really push him down and below. Oddly enough, having his udders pressed onto someone else like this feels like a firm grope or subtle handjob through the pants. 

“Arrr, arrr, arrr,” Ollie rubs his behind into Calvin’s udders firmly, his tongue swinging freely from his mouth as his cock stays absolutely rigid under him. The 18-year-old is beyond horny right now. It’s not exactly a bottom, but he’s ALWAYS had a thing for feeling udders on his ass – he has a prosthetic set of udders at home he likes to play with instead of a dildo, and he always goes to town on it. 

But nothing compares to a huge and breathing beast of a cow humping his rump with a real milk-filled set of udders on his nude rear. When he has a boyfriend, he wants to him to massage his butt exactly like this!

After a while, Ollie is sprawled on his back on the mound. He masturbates as Calvin keeps his trim legs up and open while he humps sensually onto Ollie’s testicles. “Ollww, ollwww, ohhhllll, oohhhrrrr!”

“Mmfff, mooo, oh yeah, mooOOOo!” Calvin grinds his squishy balloon onto the kinky pup’s undercarriage more quickly. His teats race and rub along those inner thighs and smushed onto those tender orbs on the dog. He grins as he moves up and upon the dog.

“Hhaaahhhhlll??!” Ollie’s paw moves out of the way just as those udders SQUISH right on his cock! “ArrrrRRRrrruuuuu!”

“Mmmm, puppy like~?” The bull growled sensually as his buttcheeks flex behind him. He forces his hot udders onto that super hard member on the pup.

“A-Ah! ArrrrRRR! Rrrruuuuffff!” Ollie squirms and wiggles below the bovine. It’s too much! That hot fleshy milk pouch is pressing every inch of his member, enveloping the fat knot and pressing on his balls. His hips start to jump on their own into those udders. His paws clap onto Calvin’s fluffy pecs and underarms before his forehead shove into the manly cleavage.

“ARRRRRRUUUUUUUUUMMMMM” Ollie’s muffled howl warms the cow’s pillow-like pecs as his body starts to convulse and jerk about. 

“MMF! Ohhh! M-MOO!” Calvin moos and staggers in his stance – feeling Ollie’s rod ejaculate and coat his udders with his cum somehow makes it feel a very strange yet hot surge of intense pleasure.

Ollie slumps and pants openly as spunk leaks down his hips and dribbles from that fleshie balloon. Calvin grunts as he slumps down next to the pup, meeting contact with the straw on the floor rather than the mound the dog is currently occupying. This stall is too cramped to have a couple of people in here.

“Arrrrr…” Ollie murrs as he rolls to the side and nudges Calvin’s lips. 

“Mmmhhhh…”

“Can I stay here for a while?” Ollie asked drearily.

“Hmph… Don’t ya have to git home?”

“I can just call an Loft ride.”

“Heh, okay…” The cow settles down, “Just s’long you leave by mornin. Don’t want ya in trouble…”

“Okay, Mr Calvin…”

The manly cow snuggles down and starts to doze off. 

It really is a bizarre concept, to say the least. You grow up your whole life having one elongated appendage that starts out as either floppy or tucked safely in a sheath. Then every once in a while, it turns into a rock-hard pole that stands out like a scarecrow in a field. Now, that I-beam has been replaced by a big and round flaccid member that can never become erect, and yet it still feels the building arousal of pleasure. It’s like having erectile dysfunctional if your penis is a round and floppy ball, but it still feels great. Though at some point, the overwhelming bliss stops at some point, and the orgasm just peaks in a different way. It’s not like some massive explosion or blinding climax, but rather an extremely relaxing bliss that lets one enjoy the moment so much better. Different process, but the result is virtually the same…

Well, except the way that Calvin was milked. Now THAT felt like a mind-numbing sex extravaganza!

The two of them soon fall asleep in the tiny stall, resting peacefully in the afterglow.