Start to give in

This was ridiculous. You barely had any control over your own actions, the aching need in your loins was too strong. All your focus trained on Joanna, into hate. Your body took advantage of the distraction she posed, and shifted you back into a seated position, one arm supporting you, so your free hand could stray down towards your cow-print bikini. You slowly reached inside, fingers slipping past the elastic banding.

Joanna clapped her hands with glee, jumping up and down. “Yes! Yes!! You make such a slutty little cow girl! The guys are gonna love you!” Your eyes widened further, and your floppy ears perked up in shock, a comical display.

Guys?! “Moo?!” Inside your head you were panicking, but your body betrayed you, your womanhood growing damp as your fingers moved on their own. You whimpered softly. Joanna let out a giggle. “Well, it’s not like you can go anywhere! Cow girls like you can’t walk, and though you could crawl, those beautiful mommy milkers of yours might get bruised. We can’t have that, now, can we? You’ll be a wonderful feature in here, our little secret! A horny, willing cow girl, just waiting to be milk—“