The future is milky.

Ginger was mooing contentedly, gently stroking her bull's hair as Lily took shaky breaths. Oh, how she loved her bull, the way she took care of Ginger, the way her cock felt, slowly softening and pulling out of her, the massive amount of Lily's swimmers kept securely inside of the red-headed cow morph as her cervix clamped shut. Maybe she was already pregnant, a cute calf growing inside her... Lily twitched suddenly, one of her horns poking into the swell of Ginger's breasts lightly. Pushing herself off her little cow, she looked off to the side, away from Crystal and the house, deeper into the garden. Her face seemed to turn red slightly, lips pressed together.

"I'm... sorry you had to see me like that, little cow..." Lily mumbled, pulling back from Ginger, the bull morph's cock sliding out of the redhead making her shudder exquisitly. The sticky mixture of their juices clung to Ginger's thighs and dripped from Lily's shrinking length into the grass.

"Mooo~... Why? Cuddling is niiice~..." Ginger stroked her cum-swollen belly lightly, imagining it grow even rounder, fuller, her unborn calf kicking inside her as her already massive breasts swelled even more to prepare enough milk...

"But I'm your bull! I shouldn't... I have to... be strong for you..."

"Not always, mooo~? You can always come to me for a cuddle, Lily. Let me be there for you like you're there for m-moo~?" Even with her brain wrapped in pink, happy clouds, Ginger knew that much. Yes, the bull protected the herd, but she could always count on the support of the other herd members. Always.

Lily turned back to Ginger, a soft smile on her lips.

"Thank you... Ginger."

Turning around to where Crystal was only now recovering from her massive milk-gasm, Lily's face hardened - but less so than before, Ginger thought. Crystal let her hands run over her leaking mammaries, rivulets cascading down from each of her eight teats, streams of white disappearing into the grass. With a dopey smile and a soft, inquisitive moo, she returned Lily's gaze, Crystal's half-closed eyes meeting the bull morph's. Ginger giggled softly as she saw Lily's furrowed brows relax - no matter what Crystal had done before, she was part of the herd now, and judging by her swollen breasts and her massive udder, she would be a very productive member. If she could still move, that is.

"Now, Crystal, how do you feel? Still think my little cow is a freak?" There was a hint of anger in Lily's voice, but none of the barely restrained fury that had led her to **** the trophy wife to drink Ginger's milk.

"Nnnooo~..." Lowing her answer, Crystal giggled, hefting her upper right boob - or rather, trying to heft it, her hand sinking into the abundant flesh and forcing a thick stream of milk from the stiff teat. "She's sooo pretty... and milkyyy~..."

"I think you're already milkier than me, herd sister." Ginger smiled at the way Crystal's face lit up at the praise, and even Lily couldn't supress a chuckle.

"Oooh, you're right!" While Ginger's ability to think was slowly returning as the afterglow of milking and mindblowing sex was fading, Crystal was obviously still very deep in the previous phase. "Everything feels sooo fullll..."

"Well, only one thing we can do about that, right?" Ginger tried to get up, but her legs were still to weak; in fact, her whole body felt pleasantly sore after Lily had mounted her so forcefully. Instead, she slid off the lounger to kneel into the milk-soaked grass next to Crystal. "Let's help her, Lily. Like you helped me, okay?"

Unable to turn down any wish from her little cow, the bull morph set aside her fading grudge and sat down on Crystal's other side. Ginger gave her bull a loving, thankful smile and then gently wrapped her delicate hand around one of the erect, twitching teats on Crystal's udder - it just seemed so full, the skin so taut, milk dribbling from every teat at the mere touch. Taking one of the empty bottles next to the lounger, Ginger aimed the leaking teat and tugged, shrieking in surprise at the huge splash of milk that splattered all over the bottle, her hand and legs.

"MmmMMOOOO~..." Crystal lowed loudly, the feelings of her first milking not by her own hands almost too intense for her. "Miiilllk... moooo~..."

And it only got worse - or better? - when Lily gripped the stiff nipples capping Crystal's upper breasts and began tugging them, only haphazardly aiming the hot streams at the bucket standing in the grass. Apparently, she didn't feel Crystal was worthy of having her milk be stored yet, more of the rich cream squirting into the grass than into the bucket. Not that Crystal cared - getting milked was pure bliss. Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling from her slack mouth, low, drawn-out moos rising from deep within her as Crystal's chest heaved and her teats throbbed and twitched under the other two cow morph's ministrations. Ginger soon found a steady and exceedingly pleasurable rhythm, switching from teat to teat and filling a few bottles in quick succession. With every new bottle, Crystal's moans became more breathless, her hips gyrating helplessly.

"Moo-moo-moo-MOOOO~!" Back arching, milk spraying through the air, Crystal gasped and mooed breathlessly, her entire body twitching as her thick nipples pulsed with milk.

Ginger squealed as the hot cream splashed against her bare skin, making everything feel slick and sensual. Nothing could beat getting milked, but it was so much fun milking someone else! Especially if they were as receptive to it as Crystal. Her four breasts and her udder were sensitive enough that before the anthro cattle had filled all containers they had ready, the new cow morph's body had been wracked by two more intense boob-gasms - and her assets were so incredibly productive that milk was still leaking from them slowly. All things considered, she had contributed almost half again as much as Ginger to the herd's bounty - even if half of that had ended up in the grass.

"I have to admit, I'm impressed. That really was a lot..." Lily groused as she looked at the pile of bottles, plastic containers and of course the bucket, filled to the brim with thick, sweet cream. She got up, wiping her milk-slick hands on her six-pack abs, effectively massaging the fluids into her skin. "I'll see to it that everything gets put into the fridge. Will you girls be alright?"