Milk the Lombax-cow

The  farm:  a  lovely,  sunny  place  in  the  countryside,  where  
anthropomorphic  animals  would
consensually  meet  up  to  offer  their  milk,  wool,  fur,  etc.  This  sort  
of  place,  made  up  of  various
fenced fields, farms, barns, etc., was usually home to species that were 
considered more fitting to do
those  tasks,  such  as  cows,  sheep,  ram,  and  so  on.  It  wasn’t  rare,  
however,  to  see  other  species
offering their more peculiar fur or, more commonly, their milk, thanks to the 
various milkers that
came in all sizes and shapes. For that reason, foxes, wolves, bears, and even 
avians would show up
to put their genitals in a milker and have their “milk” extracted from them, 
which would then be
processed by various industries located not too far.

Each industry was specialised in the milk from each gender and each species, 
but, if someone was
visiting the farm on September 12ᵗʰ, they could have definitely claimed that 
there wouldn’t be such
an  industry  for  two  special  visitors:  the  lombaxes  Ratchet  and  Rivet. 
 Many  onlookers  were
bewildered by the sight of the two, their belief that lombaxes were a thing of 
the past shattering in
front  of  their  eyes. And  they  were  definitely  getting  the  full  view  
of  the  two,  both  in  male  and
female (well, in this case, not 100% full, due to her right robotic arm) 
version: both Ratchet and
Rivet  were  completely  naked  (which  wasn’t  that  uncommon  at  the farm),  
with  the  former  being
carried by the latter on a leash.

It was clear Rivet had had the idea of bringing her fellow lombax to the farm, 
and her intentions
were revealed soon after, when she turned around to look at Ratchet with a 
caring smile. “Lombax
milk is something that doesn’t exist yet, so I think we should store it for 
future usage.” She winked,
holding the leash gently.

“Hehe, yeah: guess there aren’t many options, except me.” Ratchet replied, his 
tone showing he was
relaxed, meaning he was consensual to the female’s idea.

“Well, you never know.” Rivet quickly responded back, chuckling lightly.

“For now, though, I am.” Ratchet argued, smiling, before the two laughed a bit: 
their chemistry was
definitely fantastic.

The two lombaxes quickly made their way to a fenced-off area, not far from the 
red barn and a row
of trees, where there were two interesting things: one of them was a milker, 
which was connected to
a shining metal container by a white pipe. This metal milker, in particular, 
had a white sperm cell
drawn on it, and a little red arrow on the place where the white pipe would 
have to be inserted. All
of that obviously meant that it had to be used on a male penis.

Not far from the milking machine, on the grass, lied something that had a 
cow-like pattern, since it
was white with black spots. Due to the way it had been placed, it was unclear 
whether that was a
blanket, a dress,  or  something else. That  would  only  become  clear  when  
Rivet, who  had  walked
Ratchet  to  the  middle  of  the  square  delimited  by  the  fence,  grabbed  
the  object  and  felt  its
consistency.

It was smooth and shiny, which meant it was made of latex. That made the female 
lombax smile a
bit,  while  the  breeze  gently  caressed  her  naked  fur  and  robotic  arm. 
 “Well,  well,  well…”  She
smiled,  turning  back  to  look  at Ratchet.  “It  looks  like you  have  to  
be  a  cow  to  be  milked.” She
remarked, carefully handling the latex cowsuit in order to show it to the male 
lombax.


A light blush formed on Ratchet’s cheeks, who fidgeted slightly in his 
position. “Guess I’d better
start mooing once that is put on me.” He replied, chuckling nervously.

“Exactly~” Rivet confirmed. There was, however, an important problem that Rivet 
had to consider:
putting  on  the  latex  on  Ratchet’s  fairly  dry  fur  would  be a  problem. 
 Having  Ratchet  sweat  a bit
would have helped, but she needed something else.

She needed… lube, and she knew exactly where to look for it.

“Wait here, Ratchet. I need to go get, you know…” She blushed slightly, 
implying what she meant
by pointing at the latex with her head.

Ratchet immediately understood and nodded, not as uncomfortable as Rivet. 
“Yeah, Rivet: go get it,
I’ll wait here.” He replied with a more confident smile.

Rivet  nodded  slightly,  almost  sighing  in  relief,  before  she  left  the  
male  lombax  in  the  field  and
quickly ran towards the barn, whose massive door was slightly open. Unlike 
earlier with Ratchet,
she was hiding her breasts and vagina, as if she wasn’t as comfortable with 
showing her body by
herself. “I hope there is no one inside…” She muttered to herself, as she 
quickly sneaked into the
small opening of the door and entered the red barn.

From the inside, the red barn was just as large as it was from the outside, 
with the sunlight entering
from the windows above, while the floor was made of wheat. It was, however, 
surprisingly empty:
to  the  sides  stood  various  medical  tables,  with  milking  machines  and  
a  series  of  other  machines
waiting for a victim to milk.

That was a reassuring sight for Rivet, who made her way to a series of shelves 
on her left, which
hosted what she was looking for: the lube. A whole bottle of it, which, judging 
by its weight, was
filled with the necessary contents.

While grabbing the lube, though, Rivet seemed to be distracted by something 
else, which was lying
there, right next to the lube: a dildo, which could have easily been attached 
to her vagina. It wasn’t
that large, she thought, but, if she pegged Ratchet, she could enhance the 
experience for him, and
make him cum more easily and more frequently.

With  that  idea  in  mind,  she  grinned  as  she  grabbed  the dildo  and  
immediately  strapped  it to  her
body, with the straps going around her crotch and right between her nice 
buttcheeks. She looked at
it,  satisfied,  and  imagined  Ratchet’s  face  when  he  would  see  her  
with  that  fake  penis  taking  the
place of her vagina.

With the lube on one hand and the strap on her body, she quickly left the empty 
barn and returned to
the  outside world:  as  soon  as  she  exited,  she  could  see  Ratchet not  
too  far  away,  who  had  been
obediently waiting for her in the middle of the fenced area. Despite the 
distance and the sunlight
shining on her, she could see Ratchet’s reaction from her position.

A reaction that consisted of surprise and interest: he hadn’t expected Rivet to 
come out with a dildo
attached to her genitals, since he hadn’t thought Rivet was willing to go as 
far as penetrating him
from behind. Not that he complained: it was Rivet’s decision, despite the 
female being shyer than
him.

“Wow, Rivet… I wasn’t expecting you would come out of there with… additional 
weapons.” He
noted when the female lombax reached him and untapped the lube bottle.


“Well, Ratchet… I need to ensure that your milk production is enhanced and made 
easier, and since
I found this lying around in the barn…” She smiled cheekily, while lubing the 
dildo’s whole length.

“I  guess  that  works…”  The  male  lombax  blushed  slightly,  feeling  his  
slim  tail  instinctively
attempting to hide his butthole, but failing.

Soon after lubing the false penis, Rivet went to the latex cowsuit, which had 
been sitting there for a
couple of minutes, and carefully grabbed it in order to put the necessary lube. 
By unfolding it and
handling it with ease, she managed to rub the lube onto all of the inner parts 
of the suit, without
breaking it. While that was being done, Ratchet analysed the milker that would 
soon be placed onto
his penis, which had begun rising slowly at the sight of the naked Rivet, who 
was just as beautiful
as she was while dressed. He spent quite a few seconds looking at her back 
side, before she turned
around and presented the cowsuit to the male lombax.

“Now then, Ratchet… it’s time for you to become a good lombax-cow and serve 
your purpose.” She
smiled, handing the latex suit to Ratchet.

Ratchet didn’t respond, instead looking at it in order to find the gap where 
his legs would have to be
placed. Judging by the location of the holes, it looked like the suit had to be 
inserted from beneath,
with the only spaces being for the head and for the lombax’s genitals. As a 
result, Ratchet stepped
onto  the  part  of  the suit  that  had  the shape  of  feet,  before  slowly  
pulling  both  sides  up  with  his
hands. The latex caressed his fur, smoothly going up thanks to the lube.

Once the latex cowsuit reached the top of his legs and arrived at the height of 
his genitals, Ratchet
noticed an open zip that ran across the middle: that was necessary in order to 
allow the suit to reach
his shoulders, without pressing the penis against the crotch while the suit was 
pulled up. This way,
the male lombax knew it was safe to continue pulling up the cowsuit, which went 
on to rub itself
against Ratchet’s sides, his body slowly going from his yellow fur with brown 
stripes to the typical
black and white pattern of a cow.

When the latex reached his armpits, the lombax could see that two protrusions 
shaped like sleeves
had formed, which were closed and ended with a hand-like structure. Without 
hesitating, Ratchet
grunted a bit as he placed one arm at a time into the sleeves, before reaching 
the end and placing all
of   his fingers in their respective places.

Finally, all Ratchet had to do was close the zip that ran from the hole for his 
head to the hole for his
genitals. Without having too much trouble, the lombax grabbed it and pulled it 
down, feeling the
latex finally pressing against his pecs and his chest.

Most of Ratchet’s fur was covered by the cowsuit, which fitted him surprisingly 
well. Now, he was
more like a cow, and ready to serve the purpose usually reserved for cows.

“That’s a good cow.” Rivet remarked with satisfaction, as she looked at the 
male lombax. “Now,
Ratchet: what do cows say?” She asked, while she went to grab the milker.

“Moooooo.” Ratchet replied.

That  was  met  with  a  satisfied  chuckle  from  the  female  lombax.  
“That’s  what  I’m  talking  about,
Ratchet. From now on, you shall only moo as you are milked. Now, get on all 
fours.” She ordered,
looking straight at Ratchet.


“Moooo.” Ratchet immediately nodded, before bending down and getting down on 
all fours, in a
way that was showing his exposed butt to Rivet.

“You really are a fantastic cow, Ratchet~” Rivet expressed with satisfaction, 
while she grabbed the
milker itself and brought it near Ratchet’s penis, which was now pointing 
downwards, before lubing
it up. “Now, hold still as I put the milker on you.” She then ordered, her tone 
of voice not being
strict, but caring and kind, since she knew Ratchet would do his best to please 
her.

And, indeed, the male lombax remained still, his fur already starting to be 
sweaty beneath the tight
latex. Then, he felt the milker being slowly inserted on his penis, rubbing it 
gently like the latex was
caressing his body. After a few seconds, the milker was put in place perfectly, 
with the whole penis
covered by the metal cylinder, except the hole that the red arrow was pointing 
at. That would soon
be covered by Rivet, who grabbed the rubber, white pipe that would connect the 
container where
the milk would end up to the milking machine itself. That, in particular, 
required a bit more lubing,
mostly because the rubber pipe had to be inserted just at the tip of Ratchet’s 
urethra, so that all the
milk would be pumped into the pipe.

That was done flawlessly by the female lombax, who succeeded in connecting the 
rubber pipe to the
milker’s hole successfully: now, Ratchet could feel the pistons ready to pump 
his fully erect penis
on its sides, with the “milk” ready to be sent into the pipe and to the 
container.

There was only one thing left for Rivet to do: grab the remote, set it to the 
highest frequency and
press “Start”. After a few seconds, she would decide whether Ratchet needed the 
“encouragement”
with the pegging or not.

“Ready, lombax-cow?” Rivet asked with a smile, putting the machine’s setting to 
its maximum and
placing her finger right above the “Start” button.

“Moooooo~” Ratchet replied, nodding, ready for the milking.

One second later, the button was pressed, and Ratchet could hear the machine 
turning on… before
his penis was overrun by the incredibly pleasant sensation of the machine 
stroking it as hard as it
could. “Aaaaaaaah~ M-Moooooo~” Ratchet immediately began moaning, while still 
trying his best
to act like a cow. That pleasure was almost drug-like, and it was making him 
shake due to its sheer
strength. As a matter of fact, it probably wasn’t going to be long before he 
would release the first
load into the container.

In the meantime, Rivet looked at how the tube was pumping the male lombax’s 
penis: she sensed
Ratchet could do something more, since she could tell that the pumping was 
really hard, but no milk
was running through the pipe. And, considering the male was expected to fill up 
most (if not all) of
the container, she had to give him the encouragement he needed.

With  a  grin  on  her  face,  she  grabbed  the  lube  again,  and  rubbed  it 
 again  on  the  dildo  she  was
wearing, despite having it lubed earlier. Ratchet, obviously, was unaware of 
that, since he was only
looking  forward,  tightening  his  muscles  to  resist  the  temptation  of  
moving  under  the  inebriating
power of the milker. The male lombax only became aware of Rivet’s intentions 
when he felt the tip
of the dildo tapping his tight butthole.

“Now,  now,  Ratchet,  my  favourite  cow…  I  think  you  need  a  bit  of…  
encouragement~”  Rivet
remarked,  ensuring  to  be  as  gentle  as  possible.  “Will  you  be  a  good 
 cow  and  open  up  for  your
friend?” She then asked, her tone hinting a bit of flirtiness.


“Moooooooo~” The lombax-cow replied, playing his part perfectly. As soon as his 
brain received
the  order  from  the  female  lombax,  it  sent  the message  to  the muscles  
in  Ratchet’s  exposed  butt,
ordering them to relax in order to let the dildo in, despite the milker doing 
its best to keep Ratchet in
a  tense state.

That  allowed  Rivet  to  slowly  push  into  the  male  lombax,  gently  
making  her  way  through  the
tightness of that hole, which had been never used, by the looks of it. The 
dominant female wasn’t
thinking about that, she only wanted to ensure Ratchet would feel the pure 
pleasure that would get
him to cum more easily. As a result, she grabbed the lombax-cow’s pecs with 
both her hands and
continued advancing slowly, looking down to see the male’s reactions.

Reactions  that  didn’t  seem  to  show  any  pain:  in  particular,  it  
looked  like  Ratchet  was  too
preoccupied with the milker constantly pumping his dick, which had caused it to 
begin storing cum:
it  wasn’t  long  before  it  would  shoot  out  cum,  and  Rivet  was  
definitely  helping  with  that…  She
wasn’t even humping him, but the male lombax-cow could sense how just Rivet’s 
presence in him
was succeeding in aiding him to get an orgasm.

Rivet,  once  again,  seemed  pleased  with  the  results,  the  lombax-cow  
beneath  her  squirming  a  bit
more due to the excitement and the quick approach of the orgasm. That sensation 
seemed so strong
for Ratchet, it looked like humping him wouldn’t be necessary: she would just 
move back and forth
veeeeeeeeery slowly inside of him, hoping that would be enough teasing to get 
him over the edge.

A teasing that was accompanied with a voice that was gradually getting higher, 
which meant she
was starting to get involved, as well, at least psychologically. “Keep it up, 
Ratchet: you’re doing a
great job!” She encouraged the lombax-cow, holding him a bit more tightly and 
speeding up just a
little bit.

“M-Mooooooo~”  Ratchet  replied  the  same  way  as  earlier,  also  beginning  
to  hump  the  milker
lightly, contributing to the acceleration of the milking process. He was close, 
incredibly close, and
his muscles becoming extremely tight and tense was the main evidence.

Consequently,  Rivet  knew  the  time  for  the  lombax-cow’s  first  orgasm  
had  arrived.  “That’s  it,
Ratchet!  Pump  out  all  of  your  quote-on-quote  milk!”  She  ordered,  her  
high  tone  of  voice
symbolising how much her brain was involved in the pegging. She wanted to push 
in a bit deeper,
but that wasn’t necessary.

“Mooooooooo! Moooooooo!” Ratchet mooed more loudly than earlier, as he closed 
his eyes and
grunted lightly, before huffing and panting as he felt his “milk” being shot 
out of his penis and right
into  the  tube,  which  then  started  to  pump  it  along  itself  in  order  
to  reach  the  container. A small
beeping  sound  was  heard,  which  was  the  milker  telling  the  rubber  
tube  to  pump  hard,  since  the
amount of cum that was making its way to the pipe was remarkable.

It  was  clear  that  milk  had  been  stored  inside  the  lombax-cow  for  
quite  a  bit,  and  he  continued
shooting out a noticeable quantity of milk: 5 strong shots that went straight 
into the pipe, before an
additional 10 seconds of the penis leaking the last part under the pressure of 
the milking machine.

The  first  load  had  been  released,  but  Rivet  was  far  from  done:  now, 
 she  had  to  take  care  of  the
eventual overstimulation effects that would kick in right after that lovely 
orgasm, which had made
the lombax-cow shiver beneath her. Luckily for her, there was a mask nearby 
that would pump an
aphrodisiac into Ratchet’s nose, connected to the side of the container that 
was reserved to the air,
which would be useful in allowing the lombax-cow to extract all of its milk.


“I’ll  be  right  back,  Ratchet~”  Rivet  said,  as  she  quickly  got  out  
of  Ratchet  (while  ensuring  she
wouldn’t hurt him) and went to grab the aphrodisiac.

They were in for a long day of milking, Rivet thought, as she glared at just 
how large the container
was. And they were both going to enjoy it.