The Offer

It happened during a private milking session in the pink barn.

You were strapped to the milking machine, moaning and drooling as the suction cups rhythmically drained your heavy udders. Thick streams of milk flowed into the collection bottles while Dorothy slowly fucked your new, dripping pussy from behind. Your cow tail was wagging weakly with every thrust, ears twitching.

Dorothy’s phone buzzed on the side table. She ignored it at first, gripping your tail like a handle as she thrust deeper.

But it buzzed again. Then again.

With an annoyed sigh, she reached over and checked the message.

Her rhythm slowed… then stopped completely.

You felt her body tense behind you.

She read the email in silence for almost a full minute, her cock still buried deep inside your warm cunt.

Then she let out a low, dangerous laugh.

“…Those fucking bastards.”

She slowly pulled out of you, leaving your pussy gaping and leaking. She turned the milking machine off and crouched in front of you, lifting your chin so she could look into your eyes.

“Some private company called ‘Eternal Dairy Solutions’ just made me an offer,” she said, voice deceptively calm. “They want to buy you. Permanently.”

She read the key parts out loud, her grip on your chin tightening:

“‘We are prepared to offer $18 million USD for full ownership of the subject known as MooMoo. This includes complete transfer of all rights. The subject will be relocated to our premium bio-dairy facility where she will live as a permanent production cow. We guarantee optimal hormone regimens, professional milking staff, and breeding programs designed to maximize output.’”

Dorothy’s hazel eyes burned with pure fury.

“They want to take my cow,” she hissed. “My pretty, drooling, leaking little MooMoo. They want to put you in some sterile facility with a bunch of other modified cows and milk you like livestock for the rest of your life.”

She stood up abruptly and started pacing, her thick cock still hard and angry.

“Eighteen million dollars…” she muttered. “As if I would ever sell you. As if you’re just property to be auctioned off.”

She suddenly grabbed your new cow tail and yanked it hard, making you yelp.

“You belong to me,” she growled, voice shaking with possessive rage. “Not some fucking corporation. Not anyone else. You’re my cow. My personal dairy slut. My leaking, breeding pet.”

She pushed you down roughly onto the padded floor, mounting you again in one aggressive thrust, slamming her cock back into your soaked pussy.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she snarled, fucking you hard and deep. “I don’t care how much money they offer. I’d burn every cent I have before I let them take you from me.”

Her hips slapped against your ass violently as milk continued to leak from your swinging udders.

“M-moooooo! M-moooooo!” you cried out, tongue hanging, drool flying everywhere.

Dorothy leaned over you, biting down on one of your twitching cow ears as she fucked you with furious possession.

“You’re mine, MooMoo. Forever. I made you. I broke you. I turned you into this perfect leaking cow… and no one is ever taking you away from me.”

She came hard inside you with a possessive groan, flooding your new womb while your pussy clenched around her.

Afterwards, she stayed buried deep, breathing heavily against your back.

She stroked your cow ears gently, almost tenderly now.

“I’m going to reply to them,” she whispered.

“Tell them my cow is not for sale… at any price.”

She kissed the back of your neck.

“And then I’m going to breed you again. Just to remind you exactly who you belong to.”

Your tail wagged slowly.

Your massive udders leaked.

And Dorothy held you tighter than ever.