Patreon Compilation – Fic#329 – OC/OC – Milky Verse – Desperation; Gentleness; Hunger – Better Days

OC/OC – A snippet from Day's last few hours/days in the makeshift facility of the Milk Man before he gets adopted into a proper Farm.

Part of the main story posted on AO3 (Link)

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Day is in absolute tears and MilkMan has trouble shushing him long enough to get a word in edge-wise. The cow is laid over his lap and squirming, humping down against the outside of his legs and clawing at the floor as he holds his tail out of the way.

There is slick dripping from his hole, stretching down to the ground in a quivering, slick mess and MilkMan’s gaze flicks up toward Ned who is focusing on lubing up his arm with a frown of intense concentration.

“Stop that nonsense,” he tells him in a sharp voice. When Day sobs, MilkMan pets his sweaty hair absent mindedly to try and convey that he had not been talking to him. He is a perfect cow, wonderfully obedient and eager to please.

Ned glances at MilkMan, mouth working, an obvious question on his lips. MilkMan jerks his head hard enough toward the cow presenting himself that his glasses almost fly off his nose. he reaches up and impatiently pushes them back up.

“Can’t you see he is more than ready? Stop wasting time and fill him. He’s been begging for so long now.”

“Please, please, pleasepleaseplease, I’ll be good, so good, so gooooood please breed me, I can’t- I’m, I-I’m a cow, I’m a cow, please fuck me so good-”

Milk Man’s face splits into a huge smile when he hears it. He shushes him with renewed vigor, leaning down until he can peer into Day’s face. It is drenched with sweat and his eyes are huge and wild.

“You are! Yes, you are! You are a wonderful cow and I have found just the perfect farm for you! We’ll get you there the day after tomorrow. And I know- I know!” he speaks over the pathetic wail of the cow on his lap, shooting an angry look at Ned about how he’s still somehow not elbow deep inside their precious charge.

Ned jumps into action, sweat pearling on his forehead but his movements calm and infinitely gentle as he grabs a hold of the base of the cow’s tail and presses his forearm against the small of his back to somehow keep him calm and still enough for him to slowly start pressing his fist inside him.

“I know it’s such a long time until then,” Milk Man continues a little softer when Day starts to calm down the second his loose, sloppy hole starts getting breeched, his eyes going crossed and far away as he slides into his fuckhunger properly. “But we will take wonderful care of you until then, yes? Yes, we will. Oh, we will you adorable little cow.”

He talks to Day like one would talk to a puppy and Day just pants and gasps and whispers garbled little pleases whenever he can rub his brain cells together enough to do so.

In a way Day is another impossible milestone for Milk Man. He has been so afraid during his whole stay in the facility. Not quiet stoic like Oana or impossibly angry and adversary like Drake.

No, Day has been timid and weepy and just begging to be let go from the very beginning, pleading that he was just a calf and that he wanted to go home and back to his job.

To see him now, drooling from the simple pleasure of getting his intestines stretched out on an arm, cumdumb already, is truly eye opening to Milk Man.

“You love this, don’t you?” he asks gentle, fingers softly carding through Day’s sweaty hair.

The cow’s eyes roll in their sockets, tears of overstimulation and pleasure streaming over his cheeks.

“I love it, I love it, I love it,” Day promises, an airhead smile slowly stretching over his features. It’s the first Milk Man has seen on the cow and he feels a vague ache in his chest about just how much he loves him in that moment. Like a parent loves their child, probably. He sniffles but before he can say anything, Day suddenly continues unprompted: “I want to be fucked and bred and fucked and bred and I love it I love it I love my new life-”

Milk Man hears a choked off little sound and glances up to see Ned standing there with tears brimming in his eyes. Their gazes meet and Milk Man nods at his subordinate, fighting for his own dignity as he brushes over a mindlessly babbling cow’s head.

“You see, you never needed to be apprehensive in the first place. We are helping them. Have you ever seen Day this happy? This grateful?”

“No,” Ned whispers with a choked off voice. And it is the truth. He reaches out and brushes one huge, meaty hand along Day’s spine in an affectionate gesture that Milk Man nods his approval of. “He looks radiant,” Ned says after another moment.

“Please,” Day croaks in a hoarse little voice. “Please, I need… I just need to be bred. Please, I’ll do anything. Everything.”

Milk Man’s face splits in a huge grin, his hand gentle as it pets through Day’s hair and rubs soothingly at the base of his horns. He looks downright manic with glee but his voice is low and steady and soft as he whispers: “I know. I know you do, darling. You’ve needed it for so long, didn’t you? Yeah. Yeah, you did. All that misguided fuckhunger when you were but a calf. All this energy and no purpose to it. But you have it now, don’t you? Yes, you do. You wonderful, beautiful little cow.”

He leans back in his chair. In all honesty, Day is much too heavy to be lying across his lap for this long but it feels like they are having a massive, last breakthrough with him right now and Milk Man is loathe to give that up for his own puny bit of comfort. The cows are important. They are, in fact, the most important. They are everything. He has dedicated his life to them, after all. To making sure they are allowed their own little piece of heaven.

To just let them squander it as mere calves… always desperate, always seeking, never finding- it feels to him like the worst kind of horrible. Like it’s a lifetime sentence on no parole for an innocent.

And now they are here: his own facility in which he can help those that need it and may not even realize it yet. To show them the beauty of a life as a fully fledged cow.

“We can’t breed you here yet,” he murmurs softly. “The farms have their own little breeding schedules going. They’ll have the perfect match for you when you get there. You’ll be inseminated within the week, I promise you. Sweet cow. Just a couple more days and you’ll be treated to all the breeding you could ever be in need of.”

Day sniffles but at least he does not start wailing again like Milk Man had half feared he might. Maybe he’s just too exhausted at this point – or maybe the extreme filling of Ned’s arm gently fucking his plump cow hole open and sloppy is enough to take the sharpest edge off the declaration that he’d have to wait.

He relaxes the deeper Ned fucks him; going all but boneless across Milk Man’s lap and drooling onto the floor in one long, slippery line.

Milk Man leans back in his seat and closes his eyes, letting the momentary calm wash across him. Letting himself feel the warm wetness seeping into his pants where Day is dribbling milk in response to the rectal stimulation. And letting himself feel the nudges of Ned’s knuckles he can feel through the muscle and meager fat of Day’s belly whenever Ned rotates his wrist and pushes against his surroundings.

It’s a surreal feeling but one very much welcomed. Especially given with how Day only sighs, happy and content. He sounds like he is being treated to a massage; not an inch of resistance to be found in his newly formed body.

Absolutely wonderful.

Milk Man opens his eyes in a tiny squint, staring up at the ceiling and allowing himself a small smile.

The day after tomorrow, he would drop his cow off at the Farm and complete his first good deed with it. Jason had been special. He did not complete the full rotation he has envisioned for his charges, given that he has been delivered immediately into the lap of the League – but Day- he marks a special occasion.

Amongst which he would make way for another calf that was in dire need of being helped. Milk Man has already sought out quite a few candidates; he just needed to finalize the procedures and really find out which of those poor darlings needed his attention first. Maybe he would pull Ned into the equation just to hear his thoughts on the matter.

There truly was no rest for the wicked, but Milk Man was more than happy to keep his nose to the grindstone.