Milton x Fem Cat Hybrid Reader
Content: Fem Reader, Smut, Mr A’s Farm, pet names, big dick, breastfeeding? Fingering, rough, manhandling, kissing.
Just finished reading Mr A’s Farm from a TikTok post, got curious, read it, got traumatized, I recommend😌
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You are the cat hybrid of the farm, you rarely show yourself and typically stay inside watching the other workers work in the heat.
Mr. A took you in from off an abandoned street, your family had found out what you are and dumped you.
You have fluffy pointy cat ears, a long plumy tail, sharp curved claws, a barbed tongue, and slitted pupils like a cat.
You don’t produce anything like the other farm hybrids, so Doctor G and Mr. A never really bothered with you, maybe a few pets if you let them, but you mostly keep the other hybrids in order by bossing them around when no human is around.
The center produces the most hybrids, and because hybrids are a secret from civilization, the farm is completely off the map.
You avoid Fluffy, the giant dog hybrid, like the plague. He has a habit of licking you.
The Chicken hybrid, K, he’s alright, you sometimes sleep beside him when he’s feeling down.
But the closest relationship you have with any of the hybrids is Milton, the dairy cow hybrid.
He's male, actually, all the hybrids here are males, you are the only female, but every male hybrid not only has a dick, but they also have the female genitals.
Anyway, you help him take care of the hybrid calf Milo, and bring him snacks when he’s hungry.
Only, Milton has a little chest problem, he produces way too much milk, and so he ends up in the barn a lot, getting…milked…
You only saw it once, and it traumatized you.
Seeing him tied to a pole with chains, gag in his mouth, blindfolded, completely naked, with a machine with two clear tubes trailing all the way up to his insane huge tits as it milked him painfully.
The machine only being 12% out of 100%.
You refused to see that ever again.
Ignoring that, Mr. A has gone missing, he ran away or simply just disappeared one night, which is weird because nothing escapes your vision when your lazing on the rooftops.
Things at the farm got a little tense after that, but you did what you do best and ignored you.
Only a few days later his nephew, which everyone now calls Little A, stumbled across the farm and explained to Doctor G he was invited here from his Uncle.
Suspicious, but they let him stay, acting at the farms manager until Mr. A returned.
Little A was weird, he had these weird techniques of helping the farm hybrids carry out their duties while also giving them pleasure.
Like eating out K while he popped out his eggs, or helping Milton at the milking machine.
Little A soon figured out you existed, and immediately was adored with you to your annoyance.
Always cooing how cute you and Milton look together when you're curled up in the big cow hybrids lap, or stroking your ears with flustering efficiency.
He’s been working here for about a month now, and he’s good at his job, so you accept him and continue with your bossy life.
Leading you to now, as Milton holds you in his big hands, talking with you about how bossy and demanding you’ve been lately.
“C’mere kitty, don’t you think you should rest? Maybe your heats coming up..”
Milton murmurs softly, he has always had that soft voice despite his imposing and threatening figure.
“I don’t have heats anymore, Doctor G helped with that!”
You hiss, squirming in his hands, tail fluffing in annoyance.
Milton, with his creamy white hair and scattered brown spots, floppy cow ears and a tail, random splotches of brown and creamy white fur across his skin, picks you up gently and begins carrying you back to the barn where his hay bed is, soft eyes blinking down at you.
“It’s okay if it is, I can help, you know I can.”
He hums gently, voice husky against your ear.
You twist in his arms, claws half-bared—not enough to scratch, just enough to remind him you could if you wanted to.
“I didn’t ask for help,” you mutter, squirming as his broad chest presses against your side, the slow thud of his heart annoyingly steady. “And I don’t want it either.”
He just walks—slow, sure steps across the pasture, through the half-open barn doors, into the heavy warmth of hay and sweat and hybrid musk. You tense when the scent hits you—familiar, thick, and a little too comforting. His hay bed is still messy from earlier.
“You always say that,” Milton murmurs, gently settling down with you still in his arms. “Then you end up curled right here…”
He lowers himself into the mound of hay, the creak of wood and rustle of straw echoing softly. You resist when he tries to lie you down, ears flattening.
“You’re annoying,” you snap, trying to wriggle away. “Always acting like I’m some needy kitten or something—”
“Aren’t you?” he says, smiling faintly, his tone still maddeningly soft.
You go stiff, eyes flashing up to his.
But he doesn’t tease further. He simply pulls you against his chest, big arms curling around your back like a barrier from the rest of the world.
“You’re twitchy. Scent’s sweet. You think we don’t notice when you start pacing all over the roofs and snapping at the others like you’re gonna claw someone’s ears off?”
He nuzzles the top of your head, warm breath brushing against your scalp.
“Just relax, I’ll take care of you…”
Milton gently lowers you onto the hay, pressing you down on your stomach, gently arching your back.
“Relax,” he murmurs again, voice almost coaxing now, “just breathe, kitty…”
You snarl softly, ears back. “Don’t touch my tail—!”
But it’s too late. His hand wraps around the thick base of it, slow, steady, claiming. You shiver involuntarily, a ripple twitching through your spine. His thumb brushes along the fur, patient, knowing. You hate how well he knows you. How your body leans in before your brain catches up.
You bury your face in the hay, growling something muffled and unintelligible.
“Better,” he says, warm and heavy above you. “That’s better.”
Milton massages you until you're relaxed and compliant enough beneath him, before slowly beginning to remove your clothes.
You whimper, but he shushes you gently, pulling off your shirt and pants, leaving you naked and bare for him.
Every male hybrid has the female genitals, but you are an actual female, so you don’t have male genitals.
Milton coos in awe as he squeezes your medium sized breasts, his other hand rubbing along your fat pussy, enjoying the soft squelches coming from it.
Your ears are flushed red, body trembling as he gently plays with you, thick pointer finger sinking in every few seconds before shifting to just rubbing.
“So tight, not sure I’ll fit…”
Milton breathes out, and you whimper into the hay, eyes already slowly rolling back as he presses his thick pointer finger inside him, trying to coax you open.
You jolt sharply as his thick pointer finger breaks past the ring of muscle and sinks inside you up to his knuckle, his pupils dilate as he feels your squishy walls.
You sob, hips squirming away, but he pulls you back, slowly pushing his finger in and out, other hand pressing you down by the shoulders and into the hay, making sure you don’t move.
“Shh… You’re alright,” he murmurs, palm smoothing along your spine in slow, rhythmic strokes. “Don’t fight it, just let me take care of you like always.”
You let out a frustrated sound, something between a hiss and a whimper. Your claws curl into the straw, your tail twitching beneath his grip.
Your hips twitch and jolt as he slowly adds another finger, making you squeak, toes curling and eyes beginning to water.
His large, warm hands shift from your shoulders to your lower back, watching as his two fingers disappear and reappear from inside your wet cunt.
Heavy breaths fill the air, eyes growing hazy, your wet slick dribbling down onto the hay.
Suddenly, Milton pulls his fingers out before they can get sucked in anymore, huffing softly at your small whine of..disappointment? You aren’t sure.
He brings his thick fingers coated in your juices up to his soft pink lips, rubbing it along the skin before sucking them in, fingers disappearing behind plush lips, hot wet tongue swirling around his digits with a dirty hum.
If he were a cat, he’d be purring at the taste.
You groan softly on the ground, body relaxing as you take the break as a moment to breathe, unsure what he's doing behind you.
You turn your head to look back at him with dazed eyes, only to gap at the sight.
Sweet, innocent Milton(?) is sucking his fingers off that were once buried deep in your soppy pussy, spit coating his mouth and eyes hazy with lust, cow ears droopy and flushed red at the tips, a noticeable bulge in his pants, and wet spots where his pecs are.
He ignores your wary voice, leaning back down and pushing your body back into the hay, a small mmph leaving your throat.
Your pupils shrink as he shoves both his two fingers back in, scissoring your hole with more urgency, before adding a third finger.
You moan, the throaty sound unable to be held back anymore as he finger fucks you.
Your jaw goes slack as he adds a fourth, his thumb rubbing against your clit. Drool drips from your mouth, throat hoarse and chest tightening while he hits that deep spot inside you, his thick rough fingers feeling so good inside your plush and warm cunt.
Your moans grow more pitched, shifting to shrill squeals every time he hits that deep spot inside you.
Your tits are squished against the prickly hay, body limp as you're unable to do anything but take it.
The scent of your arousal fills the barn, thick and heady.
He leans down, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he groans softly. "You like that? You like having my fingers inside you, stretching out this tight little cunt..."
He punctuates his words with a particularly deep thrust, making you cry out and arch your back. His thumb rubs firm circles on your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
Milton's free hand slides up your body, palming your breast and tweaking your nipple. He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth and tangling with yours, spit mixing with his as he makes a mess of your mouth.
He swallows your moans as he continues to finger-fuck you, his pace growing faster and more erratic. You can feel your orgasm building, your walls fluttering around his digits as you get closer and closer to the edge.
Milton breaks the kiss, panting softly as he looks down at you with half-lidded eyes. "Cum for me, kitty. Wanna make you feel good..."
With a final twist of his wrist, he sends you spiraling over the edge. You cry out, your body shaking and spasming as your orgasm crashes over you, eyes rolling back until you see stars. Your cunt clenches around his fingers, slick gushing out and soaking the hay even more.
By the end of it your inner thighs are wet, hole clenching around nothing as Milton pulls his fingers out, this time pushing them inside your mouth so you can get a taste of what he’s been moaning over.
You suck on his fingers like you're guided to, Milton distracting you in your dazed state as he removes his clothes which hug uncomfortably around his big body that is sweating bullets, cock bulging and tits already overflowing with milk.
His fat cock slaps against your plush ass, flushed tip leaking pre-cum and heavy balls sensitive with the need for release.
Taking his fingers from your mouth, Milton murmurs softly.
“Gonna fill you up now, kay? Just breathe f’me..”
His voice is hot against your ear as he leans down, draping his entire body across yours. Your head is squished between his chest(boobs). Milk dribbling from his flushed and perky pink nipples onto your head, trickling down your face and into your mouth.
His milk tastes oddly sweet and creamy.
Milton keeps his head nestled in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your upper body, thick biceps keeping you eerily still. His thin tail curls around your silky one, the soft fur against his making him feel giddy.
Now, as a little fun fact, hybrids, specifically males…will almost always have a bigger dick than a small one, the average hybrid penis being 6 inches.
Although it really depends more on the breed, age, and size of the hybrid, but almost always it will be above 6 inches.
And Milton? Milton’s fat cock is a good 9 inches.
You can’t see anything behind you because of Milton’s fat tits blocking your vision, resisting the urge to latch onto one and suck on it like you’ve never been breastfed a day in your life.
You groan softly, head falling tiredly against the hay, cunt still pulsing from the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Milton coos softly, droopy eyes blinking down at you lovingly while he kisses the top of your head, using his right hand to angle his cock for the tip to catch onto your hole, his body weight enough to hold you down.
“Not yet baby, just keep still.”
He slowly judges the head of his cock inside, and you flinch, eyes sharpening.
“M-Milton! Wait- it’s gonna..hurttt!”
You plead, only to choke on your words as his member slowly sinks inside you, pushing past your tight ring of muscle, filling you up so good, although the pain still lingers.
Tears roll down your cheeks, but he licks them away, instead guiding you to turn your head, nudging his left tit against your mouth.
Hesitantly, you latch on, sucking on his nipple, milk squirting into your mouth while Milton lets out a pornographic moan, hips grinding against your ass, rolling the rest of his length inside you until your eyes are rolling back again, spluttering around the milk you struggle to swallow in its thick amounts.
Balls deep inside you, he begins fucking you at a steady pace, stretching you out to fit him, soft squelching filling the room as he enjoys the pleasant sensation of your warm walls clamping down on him.
Milton groans as you suckle on his nipple, more milk leaking out and filling your mouth. He rocks his hips, his thick cock sliding in and out of your tight heat. The pleasure is almost too much, but he holds back, wanting to make this last.
"That's it, baby. Drink up," he coos, stroking your hair with his free hand. His other hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he continues to thrust into you.
You can feel every inch of him inside you, stretching you wide. Your cunt clenches around him, trying to pull him in deeper.
Milton picks up the pace, fucking into you harder and faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the barn, mixing with your moans and his grunts. The scent of sex hangs heavy in the air, a heady mixture of your arousal and his musk.
Milton's balls slap against your ass with every thrust, drawing whimpers from your lips. He reaches down to rub at your clit, the added stimulation making you see stars. You suck harder on his nipple, greedy for more of his sweet milk.
"Fuck, baby." Milton growls, his voice strained with pleasure. He's getting close, you can tell. His thrusts become erratic, his grip on your hip tightening.
Milton buries his face in your neck as he fucks into you with abandon. His balls draw up tight, his cock pulsing inside you.
"I'm gonna cum, baby." he grunts, his voice a low rumble in his chest.
With a final thrust, he buries himself inside you, his cock twitching as he spills his seed deep in your cunt. You can feel it, hot and thick, coating your insides. It sets off your own orgasm, your walls clamping down on him as you cry out in pleasure, tears rolling down your face in thick globs.
You milk him for every last drop, your cunt greedily sucking up his thick creamy cum. When he's finally spent, he collapses on top of you, his softening cock still buried inside you. You both lie there, panting and trembling.
Milton presses soft kisses to your neck and jaw, murmuring sweet nothings into your skin. His hands roam your body, caressing your curves and stroking your hair.
"You're amazing, baby," he whispers, his voice soft and adoring.
He shifts off of you, gently pulling out of your sensitive cunt. You wince at the loss of him, feeling empty and achy. But then his fingers are there, gently rubbing your clit and massaging your abused hole.
"Shh, I've got you," he soothes, his touch tender and gentle.
He gathers you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. You curl into him, resting your head on his shoulder and your hand on his stomach. His heartbeat is steady and strong beneath your palm, a comforting rhythm.
Milton covers you both with a soft blanket he keeps in the corner, tucking you in like a child. He holds you close, one hand stroking your back while the other plays with your hair.
"Sleep now, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing.
You close your eyes, letting the sound of his heartbeat and the feel of his arms around you lull you into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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I don’t think I’ll write for Mr A’s Farm again, because I still want to wait for more chapters to come out, but I just needed something with Milton😩
