Rose

I woke up a couple hours later... Alone... With a start, I pushed myself upright and was about to call out, when I heard a faint snore. Leaning over the bed, there she was, as naked and as beautiful as I had ever seen her... Laying on the floor beside the bed...

"Rose?" I said, nudging her gently.

With a snort, her eyes snapped open, "master?"

"Rose... What are you doing?"

Rose slowly climbed to her feet... Well... Hooves... "I'm sorry..." She said, heading for the door. "I didn't think... I'll just-"

"Rose, where are you going?"

"Master? I-I didn't think you'd mind, but I'll go outs-"

"Get on the bed," I said firmly.

Rose blinked a couple of times, before looking a little apprehensive. But she obeyed a moment later and crawled onto the bed towards me.

I took a deep breath and looked her dead in the eyes. "Now, it seems we need to make a few ground rules." Rose nodded, looking crestfallen. "Firstly. I. AM. NOT. LIKE. THE. OTHERS." Now Rose just looked at me with a confused expression but nodded. "Second, unless I specifically say otherwise, you have my permission. Lastly, if there's something you want, don't want or need, you should tell me, so I know I'm looking after you."

"But-"

"No buts," I snapped. "Next time I find you sleeping on the floor, instead of beside me in bed, I'll be mad."

"Yes, master," Rose whimpered, I could see tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

"Now, get your gorgeous self over here so I can cuddle you."

I managed to plaster a scowl across my face right up until Rose's head hit the pillow. The moment she did, I stuffed an arm under her shoulder and pulled her closer and she rolled so her head was resting on my shoulder. It was the perfect position to hear a small sniffle.

"What's wrong, Rose?" I asked, gently this time.

"Nothing, master. I'm just so happy," she said softly.

"Good, because I want you to be happy. I'm not going to hurt you or abuse you in any way. I'm going to rescue your sisters and take you all away somewhere I can keep you all safe."

"...Master?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm hungry..."

Nice to meet you, hungry I'm, master... No... "Five more minutes. Then I'll find food."

It was closer to 10 minutes before Rose's stomach growled audibly. I took that as my queue to get up, but not before I spent a few more minutes kissing my cow until she was panting. I opened a cupboard and pulled out a pair of jeans, a baggy shirt and a pair of boxers. I pulled on the jeans, but I threw the shirt and boxers to Rose before heading to the kitchen.

Unfortunately, I'd emptied the fridge of all perishables. But I still had some frozen microwave meals to fall back on. I'd just popped two servings of lasagne in when I heard the clomping of Rose's hooves behind me.

"Master, these don't stay up," Rose said with a pout.

I turned around and took the sight in before me. There she was, hair a mess, cute little pout. The shirt I found baggy, stretched tight over her breasts and just long enough to cover her gorgeous slit. Which was a shame, because she was holding the boxers.

"I... Ahhh... After breakfast, we'll shower and I'll find something better to wear. We'll have to go shopping today so I'll get you clothing that fits you." I tried to ignore the bulge in my pants as I turned around and pretended like the microwave was master artwork.

Soon enough, the machine beeped and I pulled out our meals. Gesturing for Rose to sit at the table, I brought over our food and some cutlery.

"It's hot!" Rose grumbled.

"What's wrong? It's supposed to be hot," I said, a little confused.

"How am I supposed to eat it when it's hot? I'll burn my hands."

With a sigh, I suppressed the rage that quickly built inside me. Rage against the monsters that still held Rose's sisters. But it wasn't about me... Thankfully though, Rose's quick grasp of concepts and an explanation about cutlery had her sorted. Again, I wanted to throttle those bastards when she mooed in delight for the cheap processed meal she was eating. When both our meals were finished, I took Rose by the hand and lead her back into the bathroom. That's when I remembered the milk in the bath. It was one of those shower/bath combos so I had to drain the milk first. Rose looked a little guilty, but I wasn't sure it would still be good after a few hours of sitting in the bath.

"How often will you need to be milked?" I asked, turning on the taps for the shower.

"At least daily, master. But... I'll be more comfortable twice daily," she said with a small frown.

"Twice daily it is then. Unless something comes up."

I ignored her beaming smile and held my hand under the running water. Feeling the temperature, I stripped off my pants and stepped in. Thankfully, Rose followed a moment later, also naked. The first few minutes were of her marvelling in the shower. As it turns out, every week or so, the 'wranglers' would either set up a tub of cold water or just hose them down. So the idea of standing under hot water was something Rose had never experienced before.

Once the novelty wore off, I introduced Rose to the wonders of shampoo. She mooed in delight as I rubbed the suds through her hair. Her head, in particular around her horns, was apparently very sensitive. She loved me rubbing them. When I got her to stand under the water to rinse off, I was surprised to find her hair hung halfway down her back. Getting a haircut would be interesting, there'd be no way to fake those horns up close...

After the shampoo, Rose and I washed with soap. This was something she knew, and we exchanged cleaning one another's backs. When I finally turned around after rinsing off the last of the soap, Rose was looking guilty.

"What's wrong?"

Rose blushed, "master, you said if I wanted something, I had permission unless you said no already."

"Yes," I said, a little confused where this was going. "That's right."

"Good."

Suddenly I was pushed against the wall of the shower. Roses lips pressed against my own and her hands seeking out my growing erection. A few long tugs and I was at full mast. Rose stuffed my erection between her legs and started thrusting. The head of my cock pressed between her labia as she rubbed herself over my length. The whole time, she kept her mouth pressed against mine. I was so enraptured by her, I had to shift my head slightly to breathe clearly. After a few minutes, I felt her lift a leg. Being the gentleman I am, I took her under the knee to support her. The moment she was stable, I felt her hand guide the head of my cock into her opening. Rose mooed into my mouth as she slid forwards, impaling herself on me.

That's when I felt a strange sensation on my chest. Pulling away from the kiss, I glanced down. Rose was leaking. Large, constant drips were falling from her four engorged nipples. I looked up and caught Rose's expression. She was obviously torn, and even mouthed the words, "wasting it."

So I spun on the spot and pinned Rose against the wall. Now, with Rose supported by the wall, I started thrusting. I watched as Rose's eyes rolled back and took the opportunity to lean forwards. As I hoped, it was easy enough to get both nipples from a single breast into my mouth. There was that sweet taste from the previous night still on her skin. With a firm pull of my head, I sucked hard and was rewarded with a mouthful of her milk. It was delicious, a little creamier than normal milk, with a hint of vanilla. But what really made it amazing, was Rose, squealing in delight while her muscles contracted over my erection. Soon enough, Rose stopped producing. It had only been a couple of hours since last time, so I wasn't surprised. But That didn't prevent her second climax when I started on her second breast.

"Yes! Fuck me, milk me, fuck me again!" Rose cried.

I just kept pummelling into her depths as best I could. I could feel subtle contraction every time I sucked and the combination of experiences was driving us wild. Soon she was completely empty but was still enjoying herself. I kissed her firmly and she mooed in delight as she tasted her milk on my mouth.

"Master... Have I been a good cow?"

"Yes, Rose," I said, slowing my thrusting. "You've been the best little cow. I love you."

I almost missed the mischievous glint in her eyes, as she lifted the leg I was carrying and placed it on my shoulder. "Then use your little cow. Use her, milk her, fill her, breed her. Whatever you want. Just please, keep loving her."

I paused, those words were both so very heartfelt, and so erotic I lost my pace. "You're mine, Rose. I'll love you till the day I die."

She smiled at me, a big loving smile... That completely betrayed her words. "Then use me."

Reaching around, I put one hand on her hip and the other on her ass. I leaned forward, testing Rose's flexibility, but she showed no signs of discomfort as our mouths met. Hell, when I suddenly thrust into her fully, she flexed even further and pushed herself harder onto me. What followed, I'm a little ashamed to say, was not a gentle session of love. Gripping her almost painfully tight, I slammed myself into her as hard and as fast as I could. Rose just slumped against the wall and held on for dear life. It was almost brutal the pace I kept up, but Rose simply mooed in ecstasy. Her vocalisations slowly raising in pitch, before her body went rigid. Yanking me up against her self, she screamed into my chest as her vice-like muscles clamped over my cock. The rippling sensation of her insides pushed me over the edge and I emptied myself into her with a groan.

Gently lowering her leg, we held one another for a few moments, before I pulled her back into the running water. There wasn't any need for words, just the simple act of holding one another said everything we needed to. 5 minutes later, and I was running a comb through Rose's hair. She'd never combed it herself before, but she moaned in delight and had to lean on me when she felt the sensation of the hard bristles scratching her head. I smiled, realising this was something she was going to rely on me for. And I honestly couldn't be happier.

Clothing was a more difficult question. I'd managed to find a flannelette shirt that fit over her massive bust. But I had to dig through my winter clothes to find sweatpants with a drawstring. I couldn't give her any of my current clothing because I only had a single belt and even with elastic, things fell off her. But in the end, minus underwear, the two of us were decent. Heading out, I locked the front door and lead Rose into the elevator. Hitting the button for the garage, I was thankful to get there without anyone else getting on.

Before me, in its usual spot, was my car. A nice, older model 4wd I'd picked up second hand. I could afford a new one of course, but then you have to worry about servicing at the dealership to make sure they use genuine parts. Can't have them decline a warranty fix because it's got a generic oil filter installed... Besides, with an older one, it was actually made of steel, which made it perfect for someone like me. Now, I'd always had a thing for sleepers (cars that don't look modified but are). With my training with the special forces, I'd learned a few things.

I'd bought this car years ago, completely stripped it down to the frame and rebuilt it from the ground up. From the outside, and even a casual glance under the hood, it still looked stock. However, the cast-iron block, let me boar out the cylinders. The turbocharger was upgraded with the injectors and intercooler. I'd commissioned an engineer to build new camshafts that improved performance without making it obvious. That didn't even include all the small internal upgrades. Then there was the bodywork. Steel everywhere made it easy to weld on extra protection. You wouldn't notice it, but the entire body was covered in several centimetres of steel plating. Then, with the help of my military contacts, I'd had bulletproof glass, and air filtration system and self-sealing tyres installed. All it took was upgraded suspension, and you'd never know it weighted almost three times more than it should.

Now, some of you might be wondering why I basically drove a tank. That's a really simple question to answer. I'm special forces. One slip up with intel, one little computer hack, one bribe, and the enemy knows who I am, and where I live. Combined with the bounty on my head from Iraq, it's easier if I have a bug-out plan. As I approached it, Rose came to a stop beside me.

"That..." she said, pointing at my car nervously.

"It's mine, Rose. I'm guessing they drove one like it?"

She nodded slowly, and I filed that information away for later. Up close, Rose was convinced it was definitely not their car and she climbed into the passenger seat beside me without complaint. Twisting the key, she rumbled to a start in a heartbeat. The engine had that slight rumble, that to the uninformed, made it sound like it was falling apart. The turbo even helped with its overly large whine and tendency to allow a decent amount of smoke to blow out the pipe if I wanted too. With a small clunk, I put it in gear and we rolled out of the space.

It was only a ten-minute drive to the shopping centre. But I figured we'd be better off having to carry everything. As we climbed out of the car, Rose nervously took my hand. She'd never been near this many large buildings and the cars and people around us made her nervous to boot. Soon enough, we were inside and her nervousness evaporated with all the sights, sounds and smells of the various shops and stalls.

The sounds of her hooves clopping on the tiled floors drew a little attention. Most people would simply frown slightly in confusion and keep walking. A few younger men, however, openly gaped at her. When Rose began to notice this, she quickly took my hand in her own and made it clear who she was with. I kept a blank expression, but internally I was cheering. We stopped on the way in and I bought Rose a pink, finger bun from a bakery we passed. Rose gave it a sniff before taking a small bite. I held her hand extra tight as she silently cried in joy as she finished her bun, and the second I went back and bought for her.

The first stop was clothing. I had no idea what I was looking for, but I found a store that had advertisements of women with bigger busts. Heading inside, we busied ourselves looking through clothes. Rose had no idea what she should wear and I didn't either. Thankfully, I heard a small cough from behind me. Turning around, there was a young woman, somewhere between a grimace and a professional smile that was plastered across her face.

"Oh thank god," I grumbled. "She needs clothes, enough outfits to keep her happy. Underwear, the lot. I don't care what it costs."

The expression on the young woman's face went shocked to a big grin. "There are seats out near the change rooms, I'll take care of your special lady."

"Cow," Rose corrected her.

The young woman looked confused for a moment before she spotted the hooves and the horns. Something must have clicked on the 'don't judge people's fetishes,' department because she just smiled. "Sorry, I'll take care of your special cow."

I nodded, thanking the gods above that, young people these days weren't weirded out by things they didn't understand. A quick kiss on Rose's cheek to let her know she was ok, and I went to find those chairs.

What must have been an hour later, I heard approaching footsteps. Looking up, the young woman was standing before me.

"What the fuck is she?" The woman demanded.

"I... I'm not sure what you m-"

"Cut the shit," the woman snapped. "She's got four nipples and her hooves are real. She explained after I asked her to take them off to try on new shoes. She's trying on underwear so I've got a couple of minutes. What the fuck is she?"

I really didn't need this... The situation was going to get out of control real fast if I made a scene. But Rose needed to be safe, so I said the first thing that came to mind. "She's an escaped sex slave."

"... What?"

"You heard me," I said, not wanting to repeat myself.

"What do you mean, sex slave?" the young woman stared at me in horror.

"She and two others were born and bred into this world as they are. I helped Rose escape. I will be going back for the others. If you say anything to anyone, she and her sisters' lives will be at risk. So please, pretend we're just an eccentric couple with a few fetishes." I said slowly and evenly.

The young woman blinked at me a few times, before saying. "What about the cops?"

"She introduced herself to me as number 27586. If that's numerical, I'd say the cops are bought off. Besides, hey officer, the woman I love is an escaped genetic experiment of human hybridisation. There's two more, can you help? Yeah... Like that ends up in any situation other than caged in some government laboratory hooked up to machines for the rest of their lives."

"So what? Who are you, Rambo?" The woman snorted.

"I'm retired Australian Special forces with 3 tours of Iraq under my belt. Trust me, I'm getting them out and keeping them safe. Until I know the government won't take them away and experiment on them, I'm going to keep it that way." I said, still not raising my voice.

"Mary?!" Rose called out.

The woman, I now knew was Mary, shook herself, took a deep breath, plastered her smile again and went to check on Rose. According to my phone, it was only another twenty minutes before the two of them returned. Rose with armfuls of clothing and Mary with a thoughtful expression on her face. I followed the pair of them up to the front counter and she rung up the total. The look on Mary's face made me think she expected me to baulk at the $2481.98 price tag, but I just plugged in my card and paid without a second thought.

"Thank you for shopping, please, and I mean that sincerely, please come back any time," Mary said with a smile as she finished placing all the clothing into bags.

I took one look at Rose and decided we needed to drop this back in the car. On the way back, Rose started talking.

"Mary asked a few questions about me," she said softly.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Well... She wanted to know how we met. I told her you rescued me from bad men, but I didn't say anything else. But... She got suspicious when I told her I couldn't wear shoes. She might know something's wrong with me."

By this time we'd arrived at the car and I quickly opened the boot. "Don't worry about it, Rose. She spoke to me as well. I actually think you've made a friend."

"Really?" Rose said excitedly, "I've never had a friend... Well... Except you and my sisters, but that doesn't count."

"Oh? I'm not your friend?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"No," Rose giggled. "You're my master," she said with a beaming smile, right before she plastered her lips to mine with a small moo.

The shopping trip itself went pretty quickly after that. I lead Rose back inside and I directed her through the stores into the food market. Here, my hopes were dashed as Rose was almost completely unable to recognise anything beyond a few grains and basic vegetables. So I did what I thought was best and got a bit of everything. Equal parts good food, and equal parts, tasty junk. I wanted Rose to try everything. But it was down one of these new aisles where I found their 'decoration section.' Which, as it turned out, was perfect to pick up several corked glass bottles and a couple of actual milking pails. I found it amusing that these were considered decorations, and yet I was using them for their literal purpose.

20 minutes later, and I was pulling back into my reserved parking space. With the help of Rose, we were able to muscle all the groceries and clothes into the elevator in a single trip. It was a little awkward carrying this amount of stuff, but between the two of us, we managed. Only earning a single scowl from a middle-aged woman who realised there wasn't enough room in the elevator for her bags. Soon enough, we were back inside my apartment. I took a look at the collection of new purchases and started putting them away. As I did so, Rose took all her clothing and disappeared into the bedroom. A few minutes later and I was seasoning a pair of steaks.