Gumdrop Ch 05

Author's note:

Gumdrop's adventures continue and, to address some concern in the comments, they will come to an end, as the chapters have all been written. The reason why they are not all online is that I want to proofread them and, if some constructive criticism appears here, to incorporate its results in the future parts. Also, literotica technical times! Speaking of, I am drawing some scenes in 3D for fun, but I guess I could turn this into an illustrated story in the future. Would you be interested in the artwork?

About the story:

As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses to become a cow in a quest for true love and a place in the world. I hope that the result is an original and refreshing take on the matter.

All kinds of feedback are appreciated, especially those about grammar, as English is not my first language.

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5. There's cream in this Cupcake!

Before we entered the fair, Aidan stopped whipping me and I walking.

"Now, my sweet Gumdrop, I'm taking you to the Redhead Angus stand." he said, lovingly taking my face in his hands, as he was in the habit of doing "They are going to take care of you as one of their own for the afternoon, while I bid for Cupcake and put through her paperwork. Then I'm coming back to make you two get acquainted properly. I won't stay long, though."

I mooed worriedly.

"I have to go back to the farm and make sure everything is ready for you. Unfortunately I have already arranged Eoin to transport my cows there, since I do not own a trailer and my farm is along his way in any case. He stays for the duration of the fair, that is until tomorrow night."

The magic of that perfect day was suddenly shattered.

"I know, I know." whispered Aidan as he hugged me and lulled me a bit "I'm sorry, but you are going to be fine. Fergie will be there for you. I noticed that you became fast friends and she knows everything about hucows."

When we separated I reluctantly mooed my assent, trying my best to hide my disappointment: I really did not want to play the part of the needy, clingy girlfriend.

"Good girl. Now, there is something else I wanted to tell you. I paid Eoin for the transportation, of course, but since he's taking you in, it is just good manners that you behave like you were his."

I mooed my reassurance that I would be good, but Aidan went on:

"This means that if someone wants to mount you, he is going to sell your services. I believe you already saw how it works at a fair: you just have to stay in you milking rig and let them hump you in the ass, since your pussy still needs to heal."

Those words left me agape and wordless. I mean, I knew that as Aidan's cow I would be mounted by his customers and that was definitely the worst part of being a hucow, since I would much rather have been only his, but I knew that going along, and I was ready to make the sacrifice to be with him. I just had hoped I would have some time to get used to it. He seemed to have read my mind.

"I know, I know, it's all so sudden! Being mounted every day seems a hard task, but I assure you that you will grow to love it. It won't be, of course, as having sex with me, but the hormones will make you so horny that you will actually need it."

I mooed with weak hopefulness.

"What I am worried about is that, even though you enjoyed anal with me, these people may not be as caring as I was out here. So I tasked Fergie to go to extra lengths to make sure you are well relaxed, lubed and dilated down there."

I mooed my thanks and smiled shyly.

"Good girl." Aidan praised me and kissed me on the forehead.

Back behind me, he whipped me and we headed towards the Redhead Angus stall. Eoin was strapping Bessie for milking, while Fergie was setting up a rig that had not been there before. As we entered the corral, she waved cheerfully and with a mock stately gesture, she ushered me to my stall. I put my knees on the two padded pedestals and leaned forward to let my thighs rest spread on the two soft alcoves connected to them. My tummy found its place on a comfortable sloped support and I rested my arms on the big wooden beam of the fence. All in all, it was really cushy, especially for my sore feet. The hind hooves were padded and ergonomic inside and I suspected that they even had some kind of amortization allowed by the lack of a heel support, so I could not ask for a better footwear, but they were still the highest heels I had ever worn.

Fergie was strapping me to the rig, while Aidan, now on the other side of the fence, kissed me on the forehead and took his leave towards the market. I watched him go absentmindedly, Bessie's loud climaxing moos filling the air.

My ginger friend jumped expertly over the fence and then leaned with her right elbow against the beam, beside me, with a big grin on her face:

"So, how was it?"

I mooed dreamily.

"That good, uh?" replied a glad Fergie "I'm happy for you. To be honest, I was a little worried. Anal is not for everybody, in my opinion."

I mooed a little worried.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm going to take care of you. No pain in the ass, literally, I promise!" she hastily assured "Look, why don't I plug you, just in case? You'll be so stretched that no one of these perverts with breadsticks as dicks can hurt, ok?"

I moo-laughed a little tensed, while Fergie leapt over the fence again. How big was this plug she was talking about? I had no way of knowing, because I was strapped in such a way that prevented me to turn my head around. I soon felt her gloves, which were indeed silky to the touch, on my buttocks. She was spreading something on them but it was not lube. I guessed it was the left-over jizz that had not dripped to the ground. As to answer my unexpressed question, Fergie said:

"A good hucow's hindquarters should always smell like cum! It's a testament to their beauty!"

Next I felt a new, colder substance being rubbed on my butt-hole and something rigid being pushed in. I tried to relax, but thankfully Fergie was as gentle as Aidan and even turned on a vibrator on my pussy, making my rings clinking cheerfully. I found it funny that my arousal was heralded by a sound the kept reminding me of Father Christmas sled! Fergie was really patient, because it took her a while to fill me. It was uncomfortable, sure, but not painful.

"Here, all set!" she exclaimed giving me a hard slap on the rump and climbing over the fence back to me.

Bessie mooed loudly again and I turned my head, trying in vain to have a glimpse of the scene.

"Ah, my sister's just being loud, don't worry. She's a show-off." my redheaded friend explained and then, groping my boobs with an encouraging smile, she added "As soon as these start producing some juice, you'll begin to love the milking pumps!"

I really hoped so and unconsciously directed my attention to my chest.

"Yeah, your nipples are a quite short, but in the long run the pumps will stretch them." she said, bracingly "For example, look at Princess'!"

She stretched out her hand toward Princess' stall, that was next to mine, and mischievously started tickling her sister's nipples, making her moo annoyed. They were long indeed, as long as half of Fergie's finger. I was not sure that I would like that change in my body, but then again I had never been fond of big boobs, finding them somewhat raunchy and gaudy, but if Aidan desired them that way, I wanted them. Since Aidan's obsession for big tits was clearly related to his passion for hucows, I had to assume that long, cow-like nipples, would make him happy and so I hoped that Fergie was right and the pump would stretch them a lot.

"Hey, aren't your cows supposed to be all redheads?" asked a man that had approached my corral while I was looking at Princess. He was a young jolly blond cowboy, a bit chubby and red in the face, giving me the impression he was slightly tipsy.

"Ah this one is just our guest, but she's just as good as one of ours. Wanna try her?" replied loudly Fergie, with the smug tone of a seasoned salesperson, giving me a wink.

Did she think that I would be happy to be mounted? She certainly behaved like she did, because I was sure she was my friend and it would have been easy for her to steer the man away. Maybe I should have been happy to be mounted. It would have meant that I was desirable and therefore a good cow. Moreover, if I had more practice before I went to my new farm, I would make a better impression on Aidan. I had to embrace my new me, so I decided to moo in what I hoped to be a seducing way.

The cowboy seemed to appraise me with a critical look, making me blush.

"Her udders are puny." he commented, provoking an instinctive angry moo on my part.

Fergie briefly glared at me and then said:

"That's just because she's been transformed yesterday."

The man came closer and stretched his hand out in my direction. I froze, as I did not know what he was up to, until he picked the yellow plastic tag that had been pierced on my left ear: he was checking my info.

"And you know what this means?" added Fergie in a lower tone, as if she was revealing a secret, approaching him and leaning on his shoulder.

The man looked at her, his curiosity now aroused.

"She's lost her anal virginity a few hours ago. Her ass is as tight as they come." she answered.

I knew what I had to do to finally convince him: I mooed a little frightened and Fergie approved with a shrewd smile.

"Alright, let's try this Pink Angus, shall we?" replied the man, as if he was doing us a favor.

They went to the stall, where the cowboy paid for the pleasure of mounting me. I was being pimped out. For the second time in two days, I had managed to do the unconceivable just because it was so absurd that somehow my head had not got around to accept that it was real.

Fergie told the man to wait, while she prepared me. She came back with something in her hands:

"I am going to put blinders on you. Since this is your first time in public, it should make you feel less like someone's watching you and concentrate on your task, that is to relax. Now, this guy thinks you are super tight down there, so I am going to remove the plug on the sly, you are going to squeeze your butt-hole just a little, and when he penetrates you, pretend it is painful, alright? And if it actually is, make noise with your hooves and I'll come right away."

I mooed thankfully and she leapt over the fence. My field of view was now greatly reduced and if I cocked my head down, all I could see was the ground. I was grateful to Fergie for that, because it really gave me a sense of privacy. Remembering that, I managed to refrain myself from mooing in protest when she unceremoniously took out the plug and put on my pussy something to protect it. Time then seemed to slow down. I had no way of seeing what was happening behind me and I did not dare to check if the cowboy had walked to the entrance of the corral. My heart was pumping in my ears. I could do it. I knew I could do it. For Aidan.

All of a sudden I felt a hand groping my left butt cheek, the one without a tattoo, and a frantic knocking on the skin near my crack: it was the cowboy masturbating to get a hard-on and accidentally hitting me. It was about to happen and it would keep happening every day that I would spend as a cow. Damn, I hoped with all my might that it would not be horrible as a part of me kept fearing. He entered me, forcefully, brutally, but I was prepared and it did not hurt much. His right hand slid on my belly, pulling me to him, while the left started slapping me hard. He was yelling "Heehaw!", I was mooing desperately. I saw Fergie's leather boots and I raised my head just long enough to wink in response to her worried face, making her grin.

I had expected that, in the best case scenario, the whole ordeal would have been unpleasant, not remotely as sexy as it had been with Aidan but not altogether awful. I was wrong. The idea of being mounted in the asshole, in public, completely at some stranger's mercy felt so dirty, that I started being aroused. I knew that I needed to capitalize on that. I kept thinking about how that guy was convinced that he was hurting me while I could not do anything to stop him, and yet how safe I really was. Damn, it felt so good! It was like exorcising the fear of being raped, that any woman has, out of me. Then I mentally told myself that I was a filthy whore and I loved it. Unfortunately the guy came immediately, but now I knew that I could enjoy being pimped out, just like Aidan had said. Aidan really knew better.

After a short while, I felt Fergie's gloves rubbing my hindquarters with the jizz trickling out of me and luckily I remembered how she had cleaned her sister, for that allowed me to brace for the unpleasant anal wash that ensued. In a few minutes I was filled by the plug again. I had started enjoying the sensation of having it inside me: somehow, it made me feel safe, kind of like a blanket on a cold winter. A blanket for my asshole, if you will.

Raising my head again, I looked for Fergie, but she was nowhere to be seen, probably tending to her sisters. I wanted to let her know that I was all good. No, better than good, now I was aroused and I would have welcomed another hump. Wow, was that the hormones speaking? Already? I went from being terrified by customers to desiring them in what? Fifteen minutes?

Since Fergie was not around, I spent a while looking smug at the passers-by, half-hoping to make an impression good enough for them to book me. There were not many people around. I imagined that most of them were at the auction. Aidan had told me that it was quite a show. I wished I could have seen it. As time passed, my bladder started to protest: I had drunk a bunch water from a small tank affixed to the corral, with a long straw protruding towards me. It occurred to me that I did not know how it worked with toilets. Actually, part of me knew: you could smell the answer and the fact that Aidan had me shit in the fields was a clear clue, but I think I was not ready to accept it.

Luckily for me, Fergie appeared from the shadow cast by my blinders. I shook my head and she understood that I wanted them off.

"Sorry for disappearing like that, but Bessie is developing an inflammation on her udders due to the pump and I need to rub her with an ointment all the time, to nip this thing in the bud."

I mooed placidly and the girl made a shrewd smile:

"I had the distinct feeling that a cow named after a candy was quite enjoying herself."

At that, I cow-giggled and blushed a little.

"See? Told ya! My dad always says that he's going to miss my intuition about rearing cows!"

I smiled and decided to ask about the toilet. But how? I was tied, so I could certainly not point to my bladder and in any case it would not be easy to interpret the gesture. Then it occurred to me that if I hissed a "psssst", since I would not be using my vocal cords, it would sound unchanged! So I did and Fergie's expression changed all of a sudden, becoming pitiful.

"You need to piss, darling?" she asked, as I started worrying.

I mooed happily.

"Oh, Gumdrop, I wish you hadn't done that! You must know by now that it is not good for a cow to communicate like a person!" she murmured sadly, stroking my hair "Now I must punish you!"

I looked at her worriedly and mooed.

"Oh, girl, I'm so sorry, " she said, shaking her head, seeming truly sorrowful and caressing my cheek "but it is for your own good. Look, now I really have to punish you, but we will talk about piss, alright?"

I mooed with an apologizing stare, but mostly out of respect for her kindness: how was I supposed to ask? Anyway a lash of the crop was a small price to pay, considering that I needed to go pretty badly now. When it hit, though, it was quite hard and I mooed painfully. I imagined that Fergie was not aware that she had to go soft with the crop with me, probably because she was used to her sisters. I was musing how weird it was, that for Fergie was more natural to whip her sisters than me, when the second lash hit, just as harsh as the previous one. And then again. How many did I deserve? A lot. Soon my ass started aching sorely, but Fergie was relentless. It was so painful and so unexpected! I started sobbing and mooing desperately, and yet she kept going. When I thought I could not take any more and was full-on crying, she stopped and poured a burning liquid on my rump, that I guessed being disinfectant: I was frigging bleeding!

When she came back to me, I scowled at her, still whining. I felt betrayed and hateful, until I noticed that her eyes were bright with tears.

"I'm so sorry, girl." she murmured and came to hug my head. I tried to wiggle out of it, but she firmly pushed me towards her neck, stroking gently and letting me cry it out, whispering:

"I'm so, so sorry, girl, but it is for your own good. You know that I would never hurt you if it wasn't absolutely necessary, right?"

Her voice was broken and I was just registering that, when she did something unexpected and started kissing me all over the face, as if she wanted to wipe out my tears with her lips. After that gesture, feeling better after my crying, I found it in my heart to believe and forgive her: she was just teaching me a lesson.

"Now, about your... er, corporal functions." she began again, after she was sure that we were ok "Well, actually about everything: you are a cow now, so when you do not know how to behave, just do what a cow would do. Hucows piss and shit where they stand."

I gasped.

"It is the farmer's job to ensure that this happens in a hygienic fashion, cleaning you and removing your excrement from your living quarters."

So I had to piss myself in front of everyone? Fergie seemed to have read my mind, put the blinders back on me and then kissed me, on my lips this time, just like that, for a brief instant. I had never kissed a girl, not even on a dare. What did she mean? When she pushed my forehead on her chest and hugged my head again, I understood that it was just a gesture of affection or perhaps encouragement. Safe in her arms, I took a deep breath: perhaps being surrounded by something solid with my eyes shut allowed me to pretend I was in a closed space, or perhaps it was that my bladder, tortured by my muscle contractions during the whipping, was going to explode, but anyway I managed to relieve myself on the hay below almost instantly. I was not sure I could get used to that. When I finished, my friend let me go.

"You'll get used to that." she assured me with a bracing smile "I even managed to train my sisters to piss while they walk, like real cows!" she added proudly.

I frowned at her.

"Oh, don't act all haughty." she mocked me benevolently "Why do you think it is so hard for you to piss in public? Because you were potty-trained! With techniques that are completely analogous to what we use with animals!"

I stared at her, beginning to understand, and she leaned forward, getting closer to me.

"You must understand that there is nothing inherently wrong in doing your business in public on the ground or in a toilet, as long as hygiene is kept. The shame you feel, is pure conditioning, but it was appropriate for Leah, the person. You are now Gumdrop, the most gorgeous candy-themed cow ever! Cows should be ashamed if they require a toilet exactly in the same way people should if they shit themselves."

She was right. I bet that nobody in the fair would have flinched seeing me piss myself. If, on the contrary, they had seen me, in full cow gear, in the queue for the women's bathroom, now that would have been embarrassing!