"Yeah, I'll take you back to your home."
The journey back was just as horrible. When I entered the enclosure, Cream Pie came immediately to warm me up with her body, concerned by my uncontrollable shivering. As the temperature of my skin raised, a new kind of cold penetrated me. Cupcake had not come. She just kept watching undaunted the workers give the final touch to the new addition to the barn.
We now had a loft, even though I had no idea how we were supposed to reach it. Below it, a new corral had been added. Had Aidan bought Penelope a new cow? Why separate her from us, though? Unless it was a bull! Did they exist? If it was, it could be the perfect wedge in Aidan's marriage!
Clients kept us busy until late in the evening. I should have been excited: we were going to have a party, I would find out if our latest addition was a bull, Aidan would parade me proudly... But the truth was that my fight with Cupcake was breaking me. Aaron was right. Why did I not just ask her why she was neglecting me? I had been so unfair to her! The funny thing was that I was not just realizing it now, I had known it from the beginning, but somehow I had been possessed by a rage so deep that I had just not cared. What was wrong with me? It was hard to believe that it really was the hormones, because their level was supposed to be stable and no incident had happened in the previous months. To make things worse, I still felt the anger. The emptiness left in Cupcake's place was strong enough to overcome it and yet not enough to cancel it.
Where the fuck was Ava? For the first time I needed her and she was nowhere to be seen! I wanted to make it right, but chance would not allow me.
"Come on, girls, time to party!" said Aidan loudly behind my back, interrupting my train of thought.
We had just been cleaned but not milked. Actually we had missed our milking twice now, and my udders were really aching. I imagined that we would be part of Aidan's dinner food.
"Hey dear, this time I have arranged some transport, so that you won't be cold, alright?" he said, to me, and gave me a tender kiss. He was so attentive!
I reckoned he had mistaken my anguish for fear of freezing outside, so I smiled at him and plunged my self in his arms, where he cuddled me for a bit. There was a beeping sound, coming from the barn entrance. When I caught Cupcake's angry gaze, we separated. The doors of the barn had been fully opened, revealing Aidan's car with a small baggage trailer on tow.
"I borrowed this from a friend of mine, so don't you stain it!" he warned us, as he led us to it with his crop, probably meaning the opposite: I knew all too well that he would have loved nothing more than us behaving like dumb cows and piss in it, pretending we did not understand human talk. After all it was bare metal inside, apart from some stray that he had added, so it was easy to clean. Maybe on our trip back I would do it: we had just been washed after all.
One by one, he helped us get on it and lie down. We barely fit, with our hindlegs bent. When he closed the lid, we plunged in complete darkness. The ceiling of the trailer was so low that I could not even sit. After a few minutes, we felt the shaking that meant that we were moving. I heard Cream Pie's breathing become more labored. Was she claustrophobic? I wished I could tell her that the trip would be extremely short. Instead, I mooed in a soothing way and took her hoof in mine. Cupcake must have thought the same thing, because she did it too, at the same time. We still had our connection, it seemed. That did not make me feel any better, though.
As expected, in a few minutes the lid opened again, for Cream Pie's relief. Kam's face greeted us.
"Here's our special delivery!" he joked "Come on, girls, tonight it's going to be sick!"
He was psyched. While he helped me get off the trailer, I realized that we were in the big backyard of Aidan's new house. The hedges and the trees had been decorated with yellow lights and in its center, occupying most of the space, lay a big dark blue gazebo. It was very elegant, both outside and inside, as we found out soon enough. Intertwined with realistic-looking ivy and lights, golden wired mesh ribbons hung from the center of the canopy to its perimeter. Their purpose was not only decoration, but also to hide three small portable cranes that held an articulate structure made of steel bars, strips and chains. A tingling in my pussy told me that we were looking at our place of honor.
Indeed, one by one, Kam brought us to the cranes, made us go on all fours on the perfectly trimmed grass of the garden and strapped us on a rig that, once we were hoisted up, would hang us spreadeagled and with our bodies arched upwards, to display better our udders. We looked like cows falling from the sky like skydivers do. The rig also forced us to keep our chin up. I did not understand why, until Kam fixed a structure above my head, which held a plastic pipe connected to a fake cock inserted into another transparent, Y-shaped, tube. The latter was inserted in my mouth and fastened there with a gag. At the same time, my nose was filled with golden fluff, so that I could breathe only through the remaining free end of the tube. I immediately understood that, as soon as the cock began to shoot semen, I would have to swallow it all if I wanted to breathe. Well, I was hungry anyway, so no big deal. Finally, I was decorated too with lights, a vibrator was positioned on my clit and a small milking machine was tied to my back and attached to my aching nipples. After we had been lifted up, a big round table was set just beneath our bodies, making it clear that we had just become an odd mix of illuminations and milk dispensers.
We stayed like that for roughly an hour, or so it felt. My back was already starting to protest for the uncomfortable position I had been forced to assume and my udders... Ah, my udders! I had never felt anything like that before. It was as if they were balloons filled with water and ready to explode at the slightest contact! Then, finally, guests started to trickle in, just like the jizz shot by the fake penis.
With my head and my body forced to look upwards, I could not see most of the room. Only my ears warned me that there were people nearby, as their groping soon confirmed, just before they entered my field of view. Everyone was very impressed with my udders and my beauty and it felt amazing. As to help my gloating, the rig began to slowly spin, allowing me to bask on the attentions of all the guests surrounding me.
In the crowd I spotted Kam, who was now wearing a dashing country suit, shamelessly flirting with Ava. She looked amazing. Her hair now fell on the left side of her head in locks held together by golden rings weaved with golden chains. Other similar chains started from each lock and several rings in her left ear and ended in a big gilt septum ring, covering the left side of her head with a crescent of yellow glimmer. A rigid metal stripe, golden too, ran around her neck down to her bare chest, crossed itself and curled under the opposite breast. Spikes as big as a finger decorated all of its length. Those located under her naked boobs were attached to a golden chain that ended on a nipple ring, creating a sort of bra. Her cleavage was decorated by a big tattoo of a cow skull, whose horns reached her shoulders. The rest of her body was covered by a dark red silky dress hanging from strings tied around the metal stripe. Finally, her forearms sported a laced leather cuff that matched perfectly her knee-high boots with giddy heels and platform.
She was saved by another woman, who seemed to know her well. The stranger had a mohawk too, but her hair was shorter and formed voluminous curls. I noticed that she was wearing a septum and nipple rings too and her breasts were exposed as well, supported by golden chains attached to a silver ring around her neck, in a sort of shelf bra. I wondered whether there would be an orgy, but the rest of the guests seemed to be dressed in a less revealing manner.
Aidan, wearing a nice black and red suit, called everybody's attention shortly after. Next to him, stood Penelope, sporting a milkmaid braid and a dress that seemed to be made of huge rose petals. They gave a brief welcoming speech and invited everybody to sit at one of the tables. My lover of course chose mine, allowing me to steal all the attention from an otherwise dazzling Penelope, for my utmost satisfaction.
Kam followed Ava and her friend to Cupcake's table, just to make the night worse for my friend, while Aaron found his place at Cream Pie's table. He was the only person in the room that did not seem cheerful at all. He was actually sulking. I guessed he took offense that Kam did not reserve him a seat with Ava, as if any of the two had any chance with her or her friend. As they say, in war and love...
My thought was interrupted by a sudden suction of my nipples that finally eased the terrible pressure on them. Just as I sighed my relief, it immediately stopped, as if the machine was only cruelly teasing.
"Here, have a glass of the freshest milk you can possibly taste, right from the udder of the cow!" said Aidan, offering a small glass, one of those suitable for shots, to a man sitting next to him "Also, depending on your belief, you can either stimulate the cow to produce more with the reward button, " he continued and suddenly the vibrator came to life, making me moo for the surprise "or the cattle prod." he concluded, zapping me, making me moo again, this time in pain. I could not see any actual cattle prod, so I just assumed that, just like the vibrator, it was remotely controlled. As I spun, all the guests managed to get their drink, most rewarding me, some prodding me.
The dinner comprised several courses, often cooked with hucow milk, and lasted a couple of hours. As I gulped load after load of semen ("There is a poetry in the way your cows transform jizz in milk." a guest said), mercifully no more than one every few minutes, probably to avoid filling our bladders too much, I listened to the conversation happening below. In any other period of my life, I would have found it boring, but now it allowed me to learn a bit about what was happening in the world that I had left. Nothing I heard made me miss it particularly. On the other hand, there were a lot of hints about the surprise of the evening, which made me more and more curious. Penelope seemed just thrilled about it, so I was still keeping my... Well, whatever cows crossed for good luck.
