Epilogue

Epilogue.

Out front of the Big House, Liam tipped his cowboy hat to better shade his eyes from the harsh summer sun.

Harvest season was always busy. There were endless chores to do and never enough time or hands to complete them. The wheat needed threshing, the heifers were lowing, and his rumbling balls were past due for a good draining.

Blame for the lack of seasonal workers fell partially on his shoulders, broad as they were. Few males could brave his towering presence or short temper long enough to be useful, and those who could were soon run off–quite literally–for… interfering with his heifers.

The last bastard to try barely escaped with his life and an arm broken in three places. He’d winked at Jilly, one of the kitchen cousins. If Gabby hadn’t stopped Liam…

Well, what did they expect? He was prime alpha. Only the most loyal betas stayed to tend the fields. Their huge backs hunched and gazes averted. Liam tolerated their presence as needful things that made his life easier.

None dared challenge him anyway.

Gabby told him the rest had been shipped away to other facilities. Liam recalled seeing them packed into livestock trailers on the day of his promotion. The memory was dim, like all his recollections—blurry mental images fraught with confusing emotions.

Unreliable at best.

He was lucky to have Gabby. His baby momma was hella savvy, with enough smarts for both of them.

“Hi, Alpha!”

“Hi, Alpha!”

Two beautiful young cousins waved to him as they sashayed by with baskets of eggs. Tanya and Wendy were tending the chickens, assigned light duties owing to their heavily pregnant condition.

They smiled brightly at Liam, a redhead and a blonde, both sporting fat spherical bellies and overflowing udders, looking resplendent in maternity dresses. There was a distinct waddle in their walk, likely due for birthing and reseeding soon.

Gabby would insist that Liam rutting them both at the same time. She claimed it was more efficient, and he wouldn’t argue.

“Buncha whores. That’s what she’s turned us into.” Groused a somnolent voice behind him. “We used to be proud country women. Look at us now.”

Chuffing in irritation, Liam glared sternly at the speaker.

Ruby lay recumbent on a porch swing, her gravid state so **** she couldn’t walk without assistance. Her once-trim tummy had inflated like a beachball and her immense tits sloshed with milk. She spent her days eating and snoozing, mourning the loss of her lithe figure and bellyaching to any listening ears.

“You got bred. You got babies.” Liam clomped up the stairs. Having hooves saved the trouble of footwear, though he still wore faded jeans and a western button-up. “You got what you deserved, and you loved it.”

Looming over the raven-haired heifer, Liam watched her dark pupils dilate as she breathed his potent pheromones. Two stiffening teets tented the thin cotton dress, and damp splotches blossomed on the floral-print fabric.

Liam could smell her pregnant pussy moistening for him, causing his bull cock to harden autonomically.

“Fucker… you did this to me.” Ruby panted, trying to spread her legs despite her awkward position on the swing. “You and that cr-crazy cunt… ugh! Mutated me into a COW freak!”

Two stubby horns protruded from her forehead, just below the hairline. Liam rubbed one between his calloused thumb and forefinger, coaxing a treacherous moan from Ruby’s flapping lips.

“Dunno ‘bout that. The only cunt I smell around here is yours.” He grunted, flicking the ivory nub while staring at her massive, leaking udders. The prospect of fresh milk snared his focus like a fly in molasses. “How long since your last pumping?”

“Oh, you like these… these goddamn watermelons?” Ruby whined, yanking down her dress. They popped out in a shower of cream and bouncing tit-flesh. “I should castrate you, fucker! But take ‘em… Aaah~! C’mon, suck me dry!”

She squirmed and mewled piteously, incapable of anything but hollow threats. Liam considered dropping his pants to plug her filthy pie hole–it wouldn't be the first time–when the screen door creaked open.

“There you are, Daddy. I’ve been looking for you.” Gabby appeared, and her joyful innocence instantly stole his attention.

She was a radiant goddess, gorgeously attired in denim-on-denim of the Ranch Mistress. High-waisted cutoffs and a brief halter top did nothing to conceal her expansive baby bump and generous chest. Pregnancy hadn’t slowed her none. His bubbly blonde continued to stride about the grounds in her pink cowgirl boots and hat, issuing orders like a duchess.

“Is the wretched nag bothering you, Daddy?” Gabby asked sweetly, pressing her lush figure into his side. “We can muzzle her if you like. Or send her to the dairy again.”

The dairy.

First of many innovations Gabby had introduced since inheriting the farm. She’d determined that a large part of their labor pool was being underutilized—namely, the females.

After some scientific mumbo-jumbo that went clear over Liam’s head, the cousins had begun producing vast quantities of lactate, which was extracted by specialized pumps and bottled for sale to “an under-resourced market.”

The process was neither comfortable nor dignified as it involved getting strapped into a milking harness, rendered immobile for hours while a machine mauled their teets.

“Should we call a beta to wheel her there in a barrow?” Dixie asked, exiting the manor house, followed by Trixie. The twins remained Gabby’s faithful shadows.

“You can paddle her grumpy ass or just fuck her while she hangs there,” Trixie suggested, nibbling her bottom lip. “Those harnesses are like sex swings. Very kinky.”

The curvaceous cow-sluts were, unsurprisingly, also knocked up. They spurned the maternity wear which came into fashion after Gabby’s mandatory breeding policies were enacted, electing to clothe themselves even scantier and sluttier than before.

Orange spandex mini skirts hugged the twins’ childbearing hips with matching boob tubes that utterly failed to contain their prodigious udders. The provocative ensemble left a mile-wide midriff, highlighting their swollen stomachs and plenty of bronzed, succulent flesh besides.

Liam’s alpha dick surged with pride, aching in his jeans.

“No, noooo~... Don’t look at them, look at me.” Ruby whimpered. She’d hiked up her dress, exposing her glistening snatch. “Please, I need that stud cock. Don’t ignore me!”

“What a thirsty skank.” Dixie scoffed, latching onto the lengthening lump in Liam’s pant leg. “Remember how she strutted about like she ruled the roost?”

“Totally,” Trixie agreed, guiding his free hand beneath her paltry skirt. “You don’t want her, big guy. I’ve got what you need right here.”

Liam’s fingers slid over moist, warm folds as his rational mind dissolved under a deluge of sexual stimuli. Surrounded by soft young bodies and the scent of wet pregnant pussy, he was helpless. Reduced to a primal beast. A bull, selected by Darwinian law to pass his superior genes onto the next generation.

“Stop distracting him.” Gabby scowled at her sisters, then beamed up at Liam. “C’mon, Daddy. We need to get you to the milking floor. The demand for your super stud seed is higher than ever. A famous Indonesian socialite put in a special order for her three daughters. They’re all really pretty. I’ve got pictures to show you. Up, up!”

Liam lifted the vivacious blonde into his arms, relishing her tender kisses and gentle caresses as he carried her towards the large red barn, which housed the entrance to the underground milking floor.

“Ma is down there now, preparing your stall. She’s not as quick with my baby sister on the way, but she’ll have everything exactly how you like it when we get there…”

He let her cheerful prattle wash over him. The sound of her voice and her floral scent were incredibly soothing.

She rubbed the base of Liam’s horns and whispered sweet nothings in his ear the entire way until he was secured in his personalised milking stall, where a very pregnant Miss Lily slid an extra-large gel sheath over his rigid bull dick.

“Okay, Daddy. I’m about to start the pump. Just relax and let me take care of everything. Alright?” Gabby crooned, reaching through the bars to pat him on the head. “Never forget that I love you.”

Liam loved her too.

More than anything.

But before he could say the words, a pulsing suction pulled at his beefy shaft, and a mechanical whirling buried his thoughts in staticy white noise.

Muscles slackening and skull drooping, Liam dropped to hands and knees, surrendering to the mindless pleasure. Spittle decorated the cement floor as the first of many ebullient ejaculations was slurped up the vacuum tube.

Vision swimming in and out of focus, he stared dull-eyed at Gabby. She gave him that thousand-watt smile, accepting a manila folder from her mother, and producing three photographs.

They were 8x10 inches and featured three young, beautiful Asian girls posing like models. Hell, with their stunning good looks, they might actually be models.

Balls churning, Liam grunted as another gooey blast was sucked out of him.

“Good, Daddy, goooood.” Gabby hummed, settling onto a stool and holding up the first picture. “This is Marsinta. She only turned eighteen last month…”

Liam didn’t remember life before coming to the ranch, but now, basking in the adoration of his precious baby girl, he couldn’t imagine anything else.

The End

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