In Cow Country, Part I: The Guardhouse

Despite the grandeur of the gate opening, Grimm and company soon found that the area immediately beyond the walls was fairly underwhelming. It was just wide open space, farmland, etc., though a fairly large city loomed in the distance over the rolling hills. There was no welcoming crew, no settlements. So the three adventurers walked, hiking their equipment onto their shoulders and holding firm to their straps, careful not to trip over rocks or the occasional pothole.

It was a few hours' walk before they came across their first settlement.

It was smaller than the bordertown they'd stayed in the night before. This settlement was less of a town and more of a checkpoint -- a guardhouse surrounded by small houses and shops.

No one was outside.

"Weird," Grimm said, scratching the back of his neck. He noticed that most of the travelers who'd entered at the same time as him and his friends had opted to keep moving down the road. A few fellow travelers chose to remain nearby; they milled around, chatting to one another, resting, etc.

"You'd think there'd be guards here," Grimm said. "But... weird."

"Maybe they all went home for the day," Buttercup suggested, observing a seemingly empty house.

"Maybe." Grimm scratched his arm. "There's a well by the guardhouse. I'll refill our water." Buttercup and Morag handed the bull their drinking vessels and sat down.

Grimm took the vessels over to the well. It was located beside the guardhouse, in the shade of an oak tree, and there was something about the scene that perturbed the bull. It was like something out of a ghost story...

Grimm felt silly. He shook his head, chuckling to himself, and lowered the bucket into the well. A faint breeze tickled the back of his neck. He looked over his shoulder at Buttercup and Morag; they were chatting and munching on some snacks.

All of a sudden he heard a voice and an accompanying clatter. The voice was somewhat indistinct, a stage whisper, but he heard something like: "Oh shit, someone's here."

Pricking up his ears the bull turned his head in the direction of the voice. His eyes went wide when he saw the source: one of the guardhouse's windows was open, and someone had stuck their breasts through it. Hanging out of the window, roughly stomach-level to Grimm, was a pair of enormous tits.

He heard someone on the other side of the window make a shushing sound, followed by an anxious giggle. Grimm raised an eyebrow. "Umm... can I help you?" he asked.

More giggling, mostly muffled by breastflesh and the wall. Then more shushing. But no answer.

"Are you stuck?"

Still no answer.

"Can you hear me?"

The owner of the breasts shook her chest, causing her tits to sway and jiggle. Grimm could hear a faint sloshing sound -- a fair indicator that he was dealing with a cow.

"But you won't tell me what's going on?"

No answer.

Grimm smirked. "Okay, then." He set the drinking vessels down and walked over to the guardhouse wall. "In that case -- I'm pretty thirsty from traveling. These would be perfect." He cupped the hefty udders, and though the sound was muffled by the wall (and breastflesh) he could hear the woman on the other side gasp. Grimm grinned as he began squeezing and kneading the soft tits, playing over the nipples with the tips of his thumbs and fingers. He heard giggling and shushing on the other side of the wall.

Grimm squeezed the breasts together, causing milk to squirt from the thick teats. Another gasp from the woman on the other side. The bull would have been content to tease and torment the owner of these huge orbs for a while longer, but he was thirsty. So he hefted one up to his face and took the nipple between his lips. Milk sprayed into his mouth as he sucked, and he eagerly swallowed it down. The woman on the other side of the wall shook her chest, causing her unattended breast to swing heavily against Grimm's body. He took this as an indicator that she wanted him to switch, so he did.

After sucking down milk for a minute or two, Grimm got an idea. An impish grin crossed over his face. "I'm not just thirsty," he said, massaging the udders, "I'm pretty, uh... pent up, if you know what I mean." There was a wave of anxious giggling on the other side of the wall, and when the woman didn't withdraw her breasts from the window Grimm took this as a sign of consent. He gripped the woman's breasts and squeezed them together again, causing more milk to squirt out. Then he released them, pulled off his loincloth (he could hear a gasp from the other side as his enormous cock spilled out) and took the woman's breasts in his hands again. He made room between them for his shaft, stuck it between them, and then mashed them together. The bull sighed as he used the disembodied tits to jerk himself off -- it occurred to him that this might be the strangest titfuck he'd ever received.

Grimm tweaked and teased the woman's nipples as he fucked her tits, spilling milk across his stomach and thighs. He could hear moaning and giggling coming from the other side of the wall. It was obvious that the woman wasn't alone, and that she and her friends were having fun with him.

The bull wasn't lying when he said he was pent up. It didn't take long for him to cum. He throatily moaned and grunted as his semen erupted from between the woman's tits, covering them (and part of the wall) in seed. He squeezed the tits together, milking him of his last remaining bits of semen, and then gave them a grateful pat. There was a giggle as the breasts suddenly retracted, pulling back through the window. Grimm was about to look inside when another pair of breasts, just as big as the first, came through.

"How many of you are there?" Grimm mused.

"You okay, Grimm?" Buttercup. She and Morag were walking over. "You've been gone a--" Her eyes went wide. "Oh." It took Morag a second to see what Buttercup was staring at, but when she did, she and the cow both erupted into laughter.

"Of fucking course," Morag snarked, planting her hands on her hips. "You find tits everywhere you fuckin' go, Grimm."

Grimm chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Guess I couldn't resist," he said. "Looks like the place isn't empty after all."

"Looks like," Morag replied. "So you're makin' friends with titties and me and B are supposed to go thirsty? Is that how it is, you big goon?"

Grimm rolled his eyes. He was about to say something, but he and Morag were interrupted by the distinct sound of nipple-sucking. He looked down and saw that Buttercup had latched onto one of the window woman's nipples.

Buttercup released the teat from her mouth and giggled. "Sorry, I was thirsty. Hey, Morag..." She motioned toward the other boob with her head.

Morag rolled her eyes. "Oh, what the hell. I'm parched."

"Wait --" But Grimm stopped. He wanted to see what was going on with this window, so he let Buttercup and Morag suckle to their hearts' content. As they nursed, the bull snuck back to the front of the guardhouse, carefully pried open the door, and stepped inside.

Grimm tiptoed past the front desk, past the basement stairs, past the training room, past the bunks... he knew where he was going. As soon as he'd entered the guardhouse he could hear a faint moaning coming from the back of the building. Grimm was careful not to make a sound...

"Fuck," moaned a disembodied voice. "This feels so fuckin' good, you guys..."

Then, giggling. "Tell me about it," said a second voice. "We've gotta do this more often."

"Ugh, I'm getting jealous," said a third voice. This one was masculine. "I'm up next. I've been waiting all day for a woman to show up, and we get two at the same time."

More giggling. "Be patient, Rock." It was the second voice. "Let Silk have her fun."

"I know, I know..."

The first voice, Silk, piped up with a sharp gasp. "Fuuuuuck. I didn't... realize how... backed up I was..." She mooed softly. "These girls are thirsty."

"Oh, man..." Rock groaned. "I'm backed up, too..."

"Feels so good..." Silk moaned.

"Tell you what, Rock," the other woman said, giggling, "if you don't get to do it, I'll suck your dick. Sound good?"

Rock snorted with laughter. "Sure, V. Sounds good."

By this point Grimm was at the threshold of the door where the three were hanging out. He poked his head around the corner and saw three guards in various states of undress.

V, the cow he had serviced minutes before, was sitting on a crate by the window. She was totally naked except for her greaves and bracers. Light blonde hair spilled in curls over her shoulders, some of it matted to her forehead with sweat. There was a towel by her feet -- she'd clearly used it to wipe Grimm's semen off of her tits. She was playfully groping one of Silk's butt cheeks.

Silk, the other cow, was clad in her greaves, bracers, and loincloth. Her fur was similar to Buttercup's -- butter-colored -- and her hair was dyed dark green. Her thick ass cheeks bounced and jiggled as she squirmed with ecstasy, no doubt turned on beyond belief by Buttercup and Morag's oral ministration. She was running her hands through her hair and blushing, resting her head against the wall above the window.

Rock, the bull, was totally clad, but his massive erection tinted his loincloth to the point where he may as well have removed it. He was black-furred and powerfully built, although not as much as Grimm. He was sitting against the wall.

"Hi," Grimm said casually, offering the trio a wave as he walked inside. All three bovines snapped their heads toward him. They all blushed.

"Oh. Uh... hi," V said, waving weakly. "Umm..." She turned to Rock and furrowed her brow. "I thought I told you to lock the front door."

"Sorry," Rock said, shrugging.

"H-hi," Silk moaned. "Your friends are..."

"I know." Grimm grinned. "So, uh, what the hell is going on?"

V twiddled her thumbs. "Eh..."

Grimm raised an eyebrow.

"We're so bored," V moaned. "This is, like, the most boring place in the whole Queendom, and --"

"Nothing ever happens," Rock continued. "And everyone else left, so..."

"So you three are the only guards in this area?" Grimm asked."

"Ever since the others left to deal with the Moonberry thing, yeah," V replied.

"Moon...berry?" Grimm asked.

"Wait, you haven't heard?" Rock asked.

"Obviously," V snarked. "He's not from around here."

"Oh, yeah."

"Moonberry's a..." Silk moaned, biting her lower lip. "A... village near... here..." She sighed with pleasure. "It's... cursed."

"Allegedly cursed," V corrected. "But yeah, the others left to investigate and never came back."

"How long ago was that?"

The three guards looked at each other. "Uh... like... three days?" Rock shrugged.

"And it didn't occur to you to investigate yourselves?" Grimm asked.

"But then who would guard this area?" Rock asked.

"Clearly it needs it."

"Exactly!" Rock nodded.

Grimm and V sighed in unison.

"We're kinda worried, honestly," said V. "But honestly, we're too afraid to go ourselves. Especially Rock."

"Hey!" Rock protested.

Grimm shrugged. "Well, I'd offer to take a look, but --"

"Oh, that would be great," V replied. "We'd really appreciate it."

"Oh -- no, I was saying --"

"So if you could take a look, that would be awesome."

"No, no --" Grimm tried to wave them off, but the guards had already gotten into their head that he was offering to investigate.

"We'll pay you," V said. "Cash, gear, whatever."

Grimm sighed. "I feel like this is gonna be a theme for me."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"So... will do you it?" V asked. "We really miss our friends."

"Plus, the road ahead won't be safe until Moonberry's back to normal," Rock added.

"True."

Grimm scratched his forehead. "Let me go ask my friends." With a huff the great bull left the guardhouse to talk to Buttercup and Morag.

"A cursed town?" Morag asked, rolling her eyes. "Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?" Silk's boob was pressed against the side of the fox's head.

"Sounds scary!" Buttercup added. Unlike Morag, she went back to suckling, looking up at Grimm with lusty eyes. She released the nipple, causing milk to dribble down her chin. "But kinda fun."

"Seriously?" Morag sighed.

"They said they'd pay us," Grimm replied, shrugging.

"Well..." Morag pondered the question. "We could always use the cash. I've heard it be can expensive around here." She was quiet for a second. "Sure, fine, whatever."

"Buttercup?"

"Let's do it!" the cow replied, before going back to nursing.

"I'll let them know."

"Awesome!" V replied, clapping her hands together (causing her enormous boobs to ripple and sway). "Thank you so much. We'll pay you after our friends come back."

"Sounds good." Grimm sighed. "Well, I guess I'll --"

"W-wait!" Silk moaned.

"What's up, Silk?" Rock asked.

"I-if I don't cum I'm gonna lose my mind," Silk moaned, squirming. Her thick asscheeks clapped with a particularly powerful jerk of her body.

V snorted. "Subtle as always."

"C'moooooon..." Silk gasped. "G-get your friends... bring 'em inside..."

V smirked. "Silk, are you suggesting we have an orgy?"

Silk nodded. Her face was flushed pink. "Hurry up!"

Grimm sputtered. "Uh --"

"Just get 'em," V said, waving Grimm off.

The great bull shook his head in bemusement as he exited the guardhouse and retrieved his companions.

"I'm sensing a theme," Morag snarked. She was sitting crosslegged against the wall by the threshold, wearing a markedly weary expression. "Feels like we can't go ten feet without running face-first into a fuck."

"Are you complaining?" V asked, crossing her arms over her expansive chest.

"Fuck, that sounds awesome," added Silk, who was sitting with her back to the wall under the window. Her nipples were visibly wet with milk, and the fact that she was sitting with her hands behind her head and thrusting out her chest only accentuated this fact.

Rock's cock looked like it was about to explode. He'd been hard for a while now. "So ---"

"So we doin' this or what?" Morag asked, rising to her knees. She looked up at Grimm, who was sitting against a wall.

Buttercup was resting her head on Grimm's shoulder, grinning. Her opinion of the matter was clear. Her hand was dangerously close to Grimm's crotch, fingers snaking beneath his loincloth. "How long does it take to get to the village?" she asked. A surprisingly sensible question from the ditzy cow.

"Uh... a few hours," Rock replied.

"You'd get there by nightfall," V added.

"That's when it gets really spooky," said Silk. "Or so I've heard."

"Spooky!" Buttercup exclaimed.

"You haven't exactly said what happens in the village," said Grimm.

"Yeah," Morag added. "What happens?"

"Well..." V looked at her companions. "Anyone who enters the village becomes trapped there. And there's a mist that hangs over the place, so you can't see where you're going. Other than that, we don't know... everyone who's tried to find out has never come back."

"Yikes."

"Yeah."

"But I've heard that at night you can hear screaming coming from the village," Silk said. "And anyone who hears it is compelled to go to the village."

"Wow, and we're gonna go there?" Morag asked. "Great. Amazing. Awesome." She sighed. "Well, if it's worse at night..." She looked at Buttercup and raised an eyebrow. Then they looked up at Grimm.

He sighed and smiled. "I guess --" But he didn't have to say anything else, because Buttercup and Morag suddenly dropped to their knees and raced toward Silk.

The guard let out a loud, pleased moan as Grimm's companions wrapped their lips around her nipples and suckled. "Oh fuck," Silk moaned, closing her eyes and leaning into the sensation. Buttercup and Morag lovingly nursed, swallowing down loads of delicious cream.

"Well," V giggled, "I guess that's settled, huh?"

"Guess so," Grimm replied, chuckling.

And then it began.

Am I becoming an addict? Morag thought to herself. 'Cause I feel like I'm becoming an addict. She looked at Silk, then at Buttercup. Eh. Could be worse. She happily sucked down another mouthful of milk. Then she looked down at Grimm and giggled into Silk's massive udder. Could definitely be worse.

Silk was on top of Grimm, riding his cock, as Morag and Buttercup sucked on her breasts. The guard was moaning with abandon, face flushed, hands planted on Grimm's chest. Grimm was holding onto her hips to keep her steady.

V, meanwhile, was kneeling in front of Rock, wearing a lascivious expression. "Sorry you didn't get to do the window thing, Rock," she said.

"It's fine," he replied. "Uh --"

V interrupted him by taking his cock in her hand and stroking. She ran her fingers up the shaft, and when she reached the head of his dick she playfully tapped it with her pointer finger. "Let me take care of this."

"O-okay," Rock replied. He moaned softly as V stroked him again, slower this time, and before he knew it precum stained the front of his loincloth.

V giggled. "Oh, my." She raised an eyebrow as she lifted Rock's loincloth, revealing his massive cock.

Buttercup giggled into Silk's boob as she watched V slip Rock's cock into her mouth. The guard wiggled her butt teasingly as she sucked her friend off.

"Fuck," Silk moaned. "Feels so... good..." She continued to happily bounce on top of Grimm, taking as much of his length into her as she could.

Rock didn't last long. He gasped as he came, filling V's mouth and throat with cum. She swallowed it all down, deepthroating her friend/lover to force more semen out of him. She moaned into his cock, clearly relishing the experience.

Once she'd had her fill V let Rock slip out of her mouth, whereupon she kissed his shaft and looked up at him. "Delicious," she moaned, licking her lips. "We should do that more often." She winked.

"Y-yeah," Rock replied. He ran his hand through V's hair, making her purr. She slipped his thumb into her mouth and sucked on it. When she released his digit from her mouth she giggled.

"Hope you've got more for me," V purred, climbing onto Rock's lap. The bull didn't have a chance to respond; V had already settled on top of him and was guiding his cock into her waiting sex. The cow let out a soft moan as Rock's member entered her.

"V-V," Rock sighed, holding his friend's hips.

V hefted up her big tits for Rock's delectation. "Suck 'em," she moaned, and Rock obliged, taking a thick nub between his lips and suckling. The cow moaned as her milk entered her friend's mouth.

Silk let out a wild moo as she came. Milk spurted into Morag and Buttercup's mouths.

The lovefest went on for a little while. Soon it was dark, and the lovers collapsed into one big, exhausted heap.