Patreon Compilation – Fic#155 – OC solo – Milky AU – Slice of life – Changes

OC solo – A slice of life fic that has nothing really to do with the main installment; just a look into what a calf (aka the offspring of someone who let themselves get genetically modified to be a cow) goes through on a daily basis and how their surroundings might react to it or accommodate them. The premise is that calves have a really high sex drive that they need to satisfy. Also they have 'calf names' which is basically the name of the place they were born in.

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Vegas had known that today would be a particularly bad day the moment he slipped out of bed. He’s spent the night sweating and tossing and turning which in itself is not really conductive to regaining energy… but today his body seems hellbent on going into some kind of overdrive.

He calls into work that he’ll try to putter around on some files at home but Corinne sounds very understanding and not like she is expecting much coming out of him for today. That’s nice. That’s helpful. It’s good that he finally found a place that accepts him with open arms instead of staring at him like they’re trying to figure out how many numbers they can get from him with his physiology hindering him the way it sometimes does.

No, not hindering, mom’s voice would start nagging. It’s a perfectly natural response of your body, Vegas.

It is. And he likes it, he really does… but it also means that it is a coin toss on how long his shopping trip will last today. He could either be in and out of the store nice and quick and squirrel everything back home so he can spend the day getting fucked by one of his machines while working on some files…

Or it can go how it is currently going with him biting the tip of his tongue and staring at strangers in the aisles, wondering how damn good it would feel to have tham ram their arms up his guts and fuck him until his eyes roll into the back of his head.

He’s sporting an erection and it’s dripping something fierce. He’s soiling his pants. He knows he is; not only because he can feel it clinging to him nice and sticky, but also because he few little kids were pointing at him and saying something to their mothers who looked over and smiled at him with understanding and commiseration.

They don’t have to go through it, but they know it’s inconvenient. Vegas can’t decide whether he is thankful for the gazes or whether they make him more antsy to boot.

He has to admit defeat around the pasta section. He’s just… fuck, he needs to get dicked so badly. He could just… he could just lay down and thrust his ass up and howl for someone to dick him and breed him up good.

He’s clinging to the handle of his shopping cart, hips fucking the air involuntarily.

Someone comes up to his side, a gentle hand put in the middle of his back.

“Excuse me. Would it be alright if I showed you to our calf room? You are perfectly invited to use the facilities. You don’t have to, obviously, but we would also encourage you to refrain from copulating in the aisles just so the way won’t be obstructed for other shoppers…”

“N-No yea yeah I understand, thank you,” Vegas pants. It’s not embarrassing. Maybe a tiny bit… but mostly he is happy that this store got a calf room at all. God, fuck, today is messed up but at least it can become better. “I’d like to… I’d like to use the facilities.”

“Very good! May I know your pronouns?”

“Uh… he… him.”

“Thank you. If you would please come this way, sir? We just cleaned everything and no other calf is using them yet. Please enjoy it to your heart’s content. We also have a professional on site to help you just in case you needed it… You are new to our store, aren’t you, sir? I haven’t seen you here yet… if that’s not rude to say.”

“No, no, it’s… it’s fine. I basically just moved here… closer to my job and all that. Maybe uh… maybe the stress just triggered this. It’s a bit worse than usual.”

Vegas tries to focus on the conversation but it is difficult when every step makes fabric drag against his cock and has him go near cross-eyed. He’s glad the employee is helping him along while prattling unselfconsciously about their life.

“Yes, that could very well be it. My boyfriend’s sister is a calf and she gets that need really bad when she’s stressed or very excited. If that’s okay to say. I don’t want to impose.”

“Nono, it’s okay. It’s… uhm…” he trails off. His head really wants to go blank and just worry about getting fucked. A door in front of him opens and behind it he can see a classic calf room; nice and padded and with what looks like pretty modern equipment. His insides go all nice and mushy.

He tries to be polite and say thank you to the employee but he’s not sure if he actually managed to do it… and a second later he’s forgotten all about them anyway.

He goes under. It’s nothing new, nothing he hasn’t ever experienced. It is, in fact, quite natural, something he has been taught again and again in the few additional calf classes he’s had in school.

It makes him feel nice and fuzzy once he comes back out of the fuck hunger and only remembers snippets and pieces of begging a professional and total stranger to pleace fuck him and breed him up.

He thanks the gentleman once he has his bearings back and slips him a generous tip.

Two hours have passed. Goddamn it.

His cart is just outside the fuck room. He probably smells pretty intensely of lubrication fluid and cum but other customers are just smiling at him or ignoring him completely. The usual stuff.

He has a slight limp in his step… shit that guy in the fuck room really gave it to him good. Doesn’t mean that he isn’t horny again by the time he is at the register. He sneaks a hand down the front of his sweats, grabbing his cock and giving it a few gentle tugs as he tries to curb the need.

He closes his eyes for just a second but it must have been more because a guy behind him clears his throat rather pointedly. Vegas startles, moving along in line.

“Sorry,” he mutters. His bulge is practically thrust in the cashier’s face. He mumbles his profound apologies but they just smile at him and shake their head.

“It’s alright, please don’t worry about it. Have a nice rest of the day.”

He gathers his groceries and tries to focus on staying upright and not come in his goddamn pants as he makes his way to his car and his cock keeps bouncing in his sweats and rubbing distractingly against the fabric, getting everything sticky and wet.

He gets a few stares in the parking lot, but nothing major. He must look like a fucking doofus with his dick wagging like a tail and him so obviously not wearing any underwear. It’s a bit embarrassing but nothing Vegas is too concerned with.

What he really wants to do is get the jitters out before he sits down in his car and drives back home because holy shit he can’t use the fuck hunger when he’s in the road.

God, he’s just gotten dicked so well, why is it so bad already? He’s got a fat cock in the glove compartment of his car. It’s all he can think about while he puts the groceries in his trunk. He rips the passenger door open and fumbles it out of the compartment, not giving a shit that he’s dropping his pants right there in the parking lot just so he can stuff the thing inside his needy hole. It is still so very open and receptive from the work the dude has done on him earlier.

People walk past him and crane their necks curiously to see this disaster of a calf bent in the driver side of his car and fucking himself desperately on a dildo shaped like a horse cock.

Vegas bites the tip of his tongue. He can just about turn his body away and jerk his load off into the bushes when he comes. He looks around and whispers a little prayer to whoever is there that this place is so goddamn well stocked. He has to keep a hold of the toy’s base as he awkwardly waddles over to a necessities dispenser, sweats around his ankles and cock swinging in the cool autumn breeze.

There are a few dildos and lubes and other calf products displayed on the front; a one-use harness as well. He just notices that he’s got his wallet in the trunk of his car when an old lady offers him a dollar bill with a smile and a little pat on his arm.

He’s sure it must be the hormones speaking but as he takes the money, tears are suddenly shooting into his eyes and he’s close to bawling. Everyone is just… they’re all so damn nice. Today could be such a shitty fucking day but… but this as just been so very much alright.

He thanks her profusely while holding the toy in place. She just shakes her head and waves him off and tells him that this is nothing at all and that he should get home safe and take care of himself.

He buys the harness and wraps it around his person to keep the massive toy in place while he drives back to his flat.

He’s been honestly so scared to move to this place but damn… damn he’s so glad that he did it.