Patreon Compilation – Fic#234 – Angelo/Multiple – Milky AU aka human cows; consensual; public usage; voyeurism/exhibitionism – For The Views

Angelo/Multiple; Lúcio – Lúcio had another idea of how to get more people to enroll into the cow program and Angelo is only too eager to comply (though he'd never admit it).

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The livestream starts with a bit of a wobbly picture of Lúcio peering into the camera. The background noise is uncharacteristically soft; no hard, thumping beats – just the rhythmic, slightly panicky mooing of a cow.

“Alright. Can you guys hear me? One, two, one, two… send some frog emojis if you can- oh wow that was fast. Alright. Awesome.”

The picture becomes wobbly again as Lúcio moves the camera out of his face and, presumably, onto a tripod. Before long, the view is nice and steady, showing off a plaza in the middle of the city with people going to and fro for their shopping trips. Some pause to watch the entertainment that the camera is directly pointed towards, and some only throw it quick glances before moving on to their destination.

The entertainment this time around a booth open to one side with a cow getting fucked by a couple of studs. Nothing major. Nothing too big.

Yet.

It looks like they’re just warming up; the studs are still on their phones while they fuck the cow who still looks pretty alert, tail swishing with obvious nerves.

Lúcio, with his phone in hand to read the chat, moves the tripod with the camera a bit closer still. The view of the passers by moves out of the frame, giving more an illusion of the party happening indoors.

“There you go. Is that a better view? Hehe, don’t worry. Once the slick starts properly dripping, I’ll get you guys even closer. But this will have to do for now. We want to keep a bit of suspense.

Well. Glad so many of you could make it to the start of stream! I bet there’ll be a lot more coming in over the next few hours. But here’s what’s going to happen: My pal Angelo here is a cow, you see? Like myself, of course. But not quite. Because dear Angelo is a massive, deranged slut once he gets going, you know? Like full on ahegao and cum dumb and just begging for cum.

He lives for that shit. Wouldn’t admit to it in a million years, but I’ve seen how he gets when he doesn’t get to spread his legs for a few hours.”

He talks with a hand free mic that allows him to step close enough to the action that he can reach beneath Angelo and pinch one of his swollen nipples. The milk shoots out immediately. The first squirt is thankfully thin as it hits the floor.

“Whoops,” Lúcio says entirely insincere. “He’s chock full of milk, I tell you. Just wait until he really gets going; you don’t have to milk hot blooded cows like him. They just start to lactate all on their own… heard it’s like a continuous orgasm, you know? Like just… hot!”

He sticks his wet fingers into his mouth, licking off the few drops of milk clinging to them.

“The action will start soon in full. But yeah, this is the premise. What you see is what you get!” He indicates Angelo with a flourish of his hand, then steps in front of the camera again to address the audience with a bright smile.

“You can get all of this too, you know! Cows have fantastic health care and get paid pretty well on top of free living conditions wherever you want. Want to have a single room? They can do it. Want to live in a barn with a bunch of other cows and just live your depraved animalistic fantasies? Fuck. Yeah.”

Little dimples appear in his cheeks as he cocks his head, his dark horns glinting in the sun with how he has perfectly shined them before the livestream started.

“Just think about it, okay?”

.oOo.

Lúcio has planned for the stream to be a long affair, counting on Angelo needing his time to really let go. He’s pretty glad that he did so; while Angelo isn’t exactly fighting this whole thing – he has been interested and consented to it all – he does still have a lot of trouble actually taking the leap and letting himself fall.

While he is mostly getting fucked and spitroasted, he keeps making those little panicky moos, his eyes all too alert still as they roam around, trying to see whoever is walking past them and might take an interest in watching him gradually becoming more and more of a bimbo.

Lúcio can practically see in his face how he has to resist the urge of letting everybody know just how brilliant he is. That he is a researcher and scientist and is just waiting for his hard work to be recognized by the community.

He’ll find out soon enough that being a researcher and a horny milk cow are not necessarily exclusive to one another. Though he has no idea how long it might take Angelo to figure that out.

It’s not important right now… not really. Not when some volunteers have now started gathering in the designated area after getting screened by some personnel that Lúcio brought with him just for this little publicity stunt.

They are damn near salivating, waiting for their turn with an honest to God real dairy cow.

Lúcio waves at the studs he brought to let them know that they can go and take a break for now. They are eager enough for it; they both got stamina in spades but they’ve also been trying to work Angelo over for a few hours now and he is still nervously resisting the urge to let himself drop nice and deep.

Lúcio crouches down in front of Angelo, peering into his face. It is sweaty and his eyes are a bit too big; too nervous. He pets between his friend’s horns and smiles at him.

“Don’t worry so much. You’ve been excited for this for days now, haven’t you? I know for a fact you haven’t properly let yourself go in like a week or so…” He puts his fingers against Angelo’s lips, watching as he immediately opens up and sucks them inside.

There’s only the barest hint of teeth against his knuckles and otherwise there’s just slippery, warm wetness and a tongue pressing against him as Angelo sucks like a calf on their mommy’s teat.

“There you go… that’s right. You love cock, don’t you? I got a big load of them just for you… all volunteers who can’t wait to try and rearrange your insides. I’m sure they’d knock you up right away if you weren’t already growing a little one right now. Oh, wouldn’t that be fun? Not knowing who your baby daddy is because you’re just that much of a slut?”

One of the volunteers gets into position. Lúcio curls his arms around Angelo’s head and lets him rest it against his chest, his meager milk tits providing at least a bit of a cushion.

He’s just too small to effectively be a dairy cow for long. He’s always known that… but just as long he’s known that he’s just going to use it as a launch off point for the rest of his career. And damn is that going well.

The first ride is a bit bumpy at first but once the stud finds his stride, so does Angelo. He struggles against his own mind becoming more malleable, low sounds of panic and pleasure pouring out of him and probably making the chat go absolutely insane as Lúcio still is wearing his microphone and has not turned it off.

He holds Angelo, fingers massaging the back of his neck, and then finally whispers one of his trigger words.

Angelo’s ear flicks; it’s the first sign that he’s actually heard him before the stud cries out in surprise – not distress.

Whatever happens with Angelo’s muscles, the young man is going absolutely wild for it.

Lúcio slowly pulls back to look into his friend’s face; finally slack and cumdumb. He’s barely able to keep his eyes open and when he does blink them it looks like he does not really know where he is or even what his name is. Only that he needs to stay nice and docile on all fours and let himself get fucked. Again. And again. And again until his hole is a creamy, frothy mess.

“Damn yeah. That’s the ticket,” Lúcio whispers, giddy, waving for more volunteers to take their place beneath Angelo and latch on to his swollen, milky teats.

His baby won’t be born for at least another week. It’s only fair that he’ll share his milk with the public until then.

Oh, and he is so generous at doing it, too. Lúcio can step off the main display platform and Angelo’s needy moos are still heard as if he were standing right next to him. Low and throaty; guttural, animalistic noises of a cow that wants to get bred up despite the obscenely heavy belly already swinging barely above the ground.

Today is going to be a wonderful day for livestreaming.