Lori, a woman at the end of her rope., by wrynn

“Great. From one animal fucker to the next.”

“Gina please, we have established by now that our last author was, surprisingly, not into animals.”

“That’s still up for debate.”

“Besides, we are back to wrynn again. You like wrynn.”

“I puked rainbows last time, Marcie.”

“Hmm, true. But this is a completely new story of his.”

“UGGGGHHHHH!!!!”

“Indeed. Wrynn has been quite busy. This time we are reading Lori, a woman at the end of her rope., by wrynn.”

“Given by this stupid ass title, I take it this is yet another branch?”

“Has he ever done anything else? This is set in a story called “Contractually Obligated” which takes part in an alternate universe were slavery is legal.”

“…”

“Gina?”

“Is this one of those racism stories again?”

“I...don’t think so, Gina. From the sounds of it, this is all about equal opportunity slaves.”

“No cows either?”

“Nope, just good old fashioned slavery.”

“Uhu…”

READING IN PROGRESS (BGM)

The woman was wearing heels that resembled hooves, skin tight cow print stockings on her legs clipped to a lacy black garter belt worn over sheer cow print panties. Then past a smooth expanse of bare stomach a pair of unbelievably large breasts that were barely contained within a skimpy cow print bra. The bra actually had a small dark blue name tag which simply said Brandy in a cheery font. Her arms were also encased in skin tight cow print sleeves, and atop her head she wore a headband with cute little cow horns and ears. She also had bright pink hair in a cascade of curls and warm brown eyes.

“Took cow-guy not even a single chapter before getting his fetish through the door. I swear this fucker is just looking at stories and going hmmm...would be better with some cows in it!”

“The premise of this particular story is that our protagonist, Lori, is on the end of her rope. Thus she decides to head out to an out of town cow themed casino/research facility, were she has to be a product tester in order to receive gambling tokens to win herself out of debt, one game of poker at a time.”

“The fuck did cow-guy smoke when he came up with this concept?”

“Milk?”

“…”

“Heh. Contractually Obligated? More like Cowtractually obligated, am I right?”

“Marcie. I am going to dress you up as a cow for Halloween.”

“It is February, Gina.”

“Never too early to start ordering cow ears and a tail. Maybe I allow you a cow themed bikini. If I feel like it.”

“That is very nice, Gina. And speaking of feelings, I feel wrynn does not value his life very much.”

“Were the fuck did that come from?”,

It didn't help that what had been a harmless hobby to earn some extra cash from frat boys and dude bros in collage had seemed a good way to pay those loans off as well.

“First off, despite my multiple warnings, he still has yet to learn how to spell college.”

“Obviously. Cow-guy never was in one.”

“But while I can forgive his demented craving for spelling errors, the not centering of pictures I will not.”

“You’re really getting your money’s worth out of that link.”

“Now, Gina. What would be an appropriate punishment for such a blatant act of disrespect?”

“I dunno. Stop the review here?”

“No, that would be too easy. I want this individual to suffer the exact same amount of emotional anguish I feel whenever I have to gaze upon these non-aligned atrocities.”

“Great, Marcie. But look, can we continue then? I have no idea how many chapter this bullshit will have.”

“Very well. I will withhold my righteous retribution. For now.”

“Thank you.”

“Our protagonist, Lori, gets used to this strange arrangement rather quickly. Not only does she enjoy the copious amount of milk she has to ingest for the product testing, she also has some good luck with gambling.”

“Yeah, so a big focus….”

“Heh, big...”

“A BIG FOCUS is obviously put on the casino workers. You will never guess that but they all have big boobs and are cow themed. Amazing.”

“Casino? More like Cowsino.”

“...”

“I guess you could say these are some real coworkers.”

“…”

“What is with that scowl, Gina? You don’t have to cower from this story. That’s rather cowardly of you. What is needed here is some cowabunga attitude.”

“I am going to enjoy this Halloween so fucking much.”

“But do not misunderstand my jovial nature for enjoyment, Gina. I still have an axe to grind with this author. For example, despite gambling supposedly playing such a huge role in this story it is given barely any attention. Instead the focus is put mainly on the slice of life aspect.”

“Again.”

“Yes, wrynn really likes his slice of life sections. That said, while I have my issues I will admit it does flow somewhat better here. Perhaps I should show clemency?”

“I will not.”

“Hm, what are your complaints then, Gina?”

“The girls!”

“Yes, we know. They are all cow themed.”

“NO! I mean yes, but they are also all the same! All cow-guy does is like uhh….this girl has slightly bigger boobs then that girl! But they are all gigantic! So who the fuck gives a shit! Even the fucking zombie story had more variety! Fucking hell!”

“Do not have a cow, Gina.”

“Shut up!”

“But I agree with you. Variety is an issue. I am not as shallow as, Gina, so my immediate attention was focused towards the girls personalities. They are pleasant. But that is also all they are. The supporting cast of this story is a bunch of pleasant cow girls. It makes for a rather bovine mood.”

“For fucks sake!”

She thought of the blue haired woman's tongue wrestling her own as she mauled her breast roughly.

“You are taking the words out of my mouth, Gina. Is this blasted author attempting to make me see red on purpose?”

“Come on, Marcie. Haven’t we milked that joke enough?”

“Precisely. At this point wrynn is very well aware that the word maul is only ever reserved for a particular viciousness of nature. That of one creature whose pure strength completely eclipses another. And yet he dare submit this for a review? Does he not realize that I hold his pitiful fate in my hands like cows to the slaughter?”

“Can you cool it with the megalomania?”

“You kcow what? You are right. Wrynn is attempting to get a rise out of me. Make me burst from the pressure! Well, I will not give him the satisfaction! **** is a dish best served cold. Like a glass of cooled milk right from the spigot. Tit for tat.”

“Eww….”

“At any rate. The dairy life of cow girls continues as we eventually learn the shocking truth.”

“You better brace yourself for that one.”

Lori continued to try to eat with dawning horror. "The Ranch milks humans. They're milking people and making a fortune doing it."

“I must say, I found it interesting that Lori only suspects the milk. And not the copious amount of beef she is eating.”

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, MARCIE!”

“I suppose that was a bridge moo far. My apologies but this udder nonsense has me all pent up. I need to, colloquially spoken, calm my tits.”

“Stop talking about your boobs!”

“Very well, but what else is there to talk?”

“Anything else!”

“The sex?”

“Not that either!”

“You are not making this easy, Gina.”

“Like I care!”

“Well, let’s see. Perhaps I should give praise that, collage, aside the spelling has notably improved compared to wrynn’s previous offerings. It is now no longer atrocious.”

"How about the fact that nothing ever happens in this stupid ass story! Like, 20+ chapters and all we get is...they are making their boobs bigger!"

"The bit with the bitchy reporter was somewhat amusing. Sadly it barely got any attention."

"This is just Lori drinking milk the entire time! Fucking hell!"

“And despite that much liquid ingestion, we do not get even a single wetting scene. For shame."

“Yeah, thank fuck his leakage fetish pertains to another liquid.”

“Now that you mention it, I do think we should talk about lactation a bit more. There’s even a sex scene about it.”

“N-No? Why would I want to talk about some stupid sex scene that did absolutely nothing for me?”

“Oh? It has been quite a while. But don’t tell me you actually masturbated to this, Gina?”

“What! Were did that come from! I just said the sex scenes didn’t do absolutely nothing for me! Especially that stupid milking scene! Don’t just start assume stuff!”

“Oh my…”

“FUCK OFF!”

“Let us get to the bottom of this.”

Lori stood and blushed, watching the other woman writhe on the bench, her naked breasts swaying and pulsing in time with the machine's caresses. The green haired woman found herself getting very hot and bothered at the sight before her. She was tempted to rub one out herself when she was caught by surprise at Megan's calling her name. "Looooooooriiiie!!!" As she came again, even harder. Lori blushed harder, was Megan thinking of her while the machine worked on her breasts?

“This does nothing for me! Nothing!”

“Gina. The integrity of these reviews depends on us being honest, fair and unbiased. We can do this the nice way or…”

“Fine! I fucking masturbated to the fucking milking scene! But I didn’t enjoy it! I just felt bad for cow-guy because clearly nobody else masturbates to this! So there!”

“pffft…”

“Stop enjoying this so much, you stupid cow!”

“Yes, yes. We could talk about Gina’s suppressed fetishes until the cow’s come home but I think we can just about bring this review to a close.”

“Good!”

“Ah, before I forgot, I still have to punish wrynn for his transgressions.”

“Uhu.”

“As punishment for crimes against me, I hereby sentence you to make this your avatar.”

“…”

“Yes, that is right. Henceforth your profile shall be adorned by this humiliating picture, so that everyone is aware of your perversions! Do you now comprehend the gravity of crossing me?”

“...”

“Do it!”

“You do know you can’t actually **** him to do this, Marcie?”

“You are underestimating my power.”

“No, I’m pretty sure, I’m estimating them quite properly.”

“Besides, if you do it, I am positive Gina will masturbate to it.”

“Fuck it, I’m done. This story has turned me lactose intolerant!”