Working in mamono farm has its benefits. Japan's gentlest cow farm had a reputation for being a man's heaven.
There is a catch: The cows choose the workers: they are Holstauri, and some minotaur worker girls.
And I finally got elected!
Imagine the joy when I fly to japan when I received the email:
"Congratulations! You have been elected to be:
-1 Farmhand/Milker position
Please arrive at earliest, 21 February, 2032, at Tokyo International airport with relevant Identification."
A gaijin to milk gentle cowgirls, maybe a defiant minotaur!
I saw their pictures from Kenkou Online. Shy, defiant, happy, each were a lovely unique cowgirl.
Chizu (Cheese): A longhorn, tsundere cowgirl with a breast gland advantage for favorable cheese-oriented milk.
Cara : An extremely shy cowgirl who had problems with milk since she doesn't like to bare her breasts.
Mil : A kind, large breasted cowgirl who writes in her profile that she wants to feel the joy of motherhood.
Ruto : A very tan, strong minotaur girl who refuses to be milked because she hates leery men...I think. Her reference file said as much. Her picture inspired Cathyl in the comics.
Kuriimu (Cream) : an extremely upbeat girl who wants to earn much from milking and become an artist someday.
Each looked so cute, so lovely in those profile photos, that I was nearly dead from joy when they chose me as a farmhand. Voluptuous, adorable cowgirls working at a farm were the pervert's dream.
What if they want me to impregnate them?!?!!Oh shit, either deportation or worse: Child Support. Wait. I don't care. I'm not pulling out if I get lucky. Japanese can kill me.
Ok, calm down. Calm down.
**
"That's him?"
Ruto's smirk was apparent, when I was sitting silent before them.
You know Ruto. She was used as a model for Cathyl in the Okayado comics, an extremely powerful, dark-skinned minotaur-girl. No one asked why she works in the farm; rumors abound that she left her husband. Her face was one of boredom.
"I didn't vote for you anyway, be thankful the others did." She stood up, her enormous, muscular minotaur body showing quite a bit of breasts, hoisting a huge log that surely must weigh a ton. There she left me with the others: Cara, Mil, Chiizu and Kuriimu.
Cute "weeaboo" names, and they were very interested in me, from their looks: a cup of tea was in my hands.
"I'm Mil. I am their spokes-woman-...cow?" Mil giggled. "We chose you over 1.2 million applicants, so you should feel happy about it. Please let's get along." They all bowed in unison, doubly so for Cara, each in blue overalls smelling of hay and a feminine fragrance.
"I'm very happy to be accepted. I hope my Japanese is understandable."
"Of course it is!" Mil smiled, her breasts jiggling obscenely. "We prefer men we can understand, relate to and feel comfortable around. You see, we needed that psych evaluation that cost you quite a bit. the brain scan. I hope it wasn't too expensive."
They had wanted earlier what amounted to a "soul" scan. Apparently neuroscience advanced so much they could identify soulmates. Well, lucky me. Lucky lottery...My best 200$ spent.
"So, we expect you'll be working for a modest wage, cleaning, working and aiding in milking us...right?" Mil went on as Cara blushed and looked away, her own enormous set of breasts wiggling like jell-o.
"Yes. I'm eager to work, and eager to serve." I smiled, bowing a little. I knew the conditions. Any unwanted sexual assault would be jail and deportation, on MY side of course. Monstergirls have a license to rape men in their private quarters.
"We'll see. Please rest for today, Anon-san. You'll work tomorrow."
**
The sleep was heavenly, the farm smelling clean since sentient cattle use bathrooms like everyone else. The room was cozy, it was SO QUIET. Like I can't describe how. It's even harder for me to write how well I felt, how good I felt in all my life!
I slept quietly.
What surprised me was a gentle knock on the door, and a very quiet hoofstep when I opened. The motherly face of Mil.
"Mil?"
"Ssh.."She was wearing a nightie, and looked worried. "Can we talk, Anon-san?" She sat gently, her curves filling the bed. Oh god...was this...?
WAS I GOING TO GET LAID BY A HOLSTAURUS?
"I want to talk about Cara and Ruto."
Oh. That...
Good night boner.
"Cara wants you to be here but Ruto... She said no. I don't know what's gotten into her but she just doesn't care about men. Well..."Mil paused. "...She was sexually harassed and nearly raped once when she left her husband. So, go easy on her, ok?" She smiled. "She's going through hard times and can't even give milk. She just hits the gym, building muscles and crying to herself."
I assured her I'd do my best. The thought of Ruto crying is not a kind one.
"Good." She just stood next to my bed, saying nothing.
...what?
Her grin told as much.
Slowly Mil smiled, and slid a leg, laying next to me. Her hands gently removed the covers, noticing the tent in my shorts, and let out a giggle.
"I knew it. It's our kind that rouses men, isn't it?" She was kind and civil. I switched to English to explain, knowing she could speak it.
"I guess...I mean, Mamono came here and Jesus Christ, yes, all of you are beautiful."
She laughed sweetly, snuggling. Her breasts felt like soft, milk-smelling pillows as they rubbed my shoulders, and eventually chest. Looking at my eyes, she asked mischeviously:
"Do you want to breed me, human?"
Bingo. My cuck nearly burst, and definitely, my brain did have no inhibitions. "When do we get started?"
She threw her head back and laughed sweetly, slapping me in a comedic way which I laughed at.
"Men."
I apologized, biting my lips.
"I have a plan."
"I'm all ears." I looked at her, noticing she became quite serious.
"All the girls are virgins, and quite shy. Though I'd love to lie with you, I want to plan something. What say you, you...arrange that if we ever...lie with me, make sure Ruto sees or watches? Or, you know, let us talk and chat and well..." Mil giggled, whispering. "The poor girl should see how lovely it is to be happy... Believe me I tried, books, movies..." She snuggled, taking the blankets over us. "You are so warm, gaijin."
"Oh. No dice with a psychiatrist?"
Mil sadly shook her head.
"Poor girl is upset after his owner took a romp with a human girl. And she didn't lay with him. I want her to understand our purpose here is milk and well...maybe breeding..." She pouted, sad. "She is just too heartbroken to do anything worthwhile, just carrying heavy loads for her keep. She is more than just a farm tractor, *a woman*."
Her face was sad, serious, and showed a clear gaze in my eyes that I should cooperate.
"Say no more. Give me the cue and I'll fu- goddamnit..."
I cursed myself, really having overplayed myself, and immediately corrected. "Have se-"
"You said fuck." Mil's face was showing a smirk. "Why not fuck?"
I shrugged, running my hand through Mil' hair which she responded with a smile and nuzzle.
"It doesn' feel right to say that to you girls." I sighed.
"Why?" Her face was quite interested.
"Well, because, you all look so sweet, so innocent, so..."
"Pure?"
I had to nod. "Yes Mil. I really, really long to have sex with you. There." I turned to her. "I said it. But you all look so...pure not to defile."
*bonk*
She slapped my head. "Idiot. Yup, I said it in English. You expected "baka?""
For that I had no response. Leaning, she kissed my cheeks, and looked in my eyes.
"Good night."
So just like that, the bountiful bosoms, hips straining under the nightie, that great, cow-tailed, large butt... and the great motherly cow-girl Mil, left me to sleep.
I got to get my priorities straight. And maybe buy extender drugs. Oh God, I'm fucked. Boner doesn't die. Boner, go to sleep...
**
We all had breakfast together.
Ruto ate away from us, a huge bowl of oatmeal and vegetables which she ate gluttonously, occasionally glaring at me and drinking orange juice.
The rest happily shared toast, jam, tomatoes and cheese (yes, cheese, but always from non-bovine sources I heard later) and chatted amiably. We talked about my life, theirs, how the Disjunction Event that started this all "monstergirl" business when CERN blew up. Basic gossip to wake us up and tend to our jobs.