More hucow reader please I beg. Maybe one with Simon nursing on them ehehe...
wow you guys really like cowhybrid!reader... well so do i.
Working with 141 was... alright. You had yet to go on an actual mission with them. But otherwise it was just fine.
But you hadn't had a moment to yourself since you arrived. Johnny was following you around all day. Commenting on your tail, your ears, and most importantly, your tits. You had dealt with men like this your whole life. It came with being a cow. But this guy was relentless. You knew it was only a matter of time before he got too bold and openly groped you.
Kyle also tended to linger near you. When you would try to rest in the break room he was suddenly there. Starting up a conversation. You would like him, if he wasn't always staring so hungrily. It put you off. But there was nothing you could do but ignore it.
Price seemed to dislike you. Again, you were used to this. Livestock hybrids rarely joined the military. And when they did they never did very well. But you had made a name for yourself in your last team. You deserved to be here. He could push you as hard as he wanted in training, you could take it all.
The only one not in your face all the time was Simon. He had barely said three words to you yet he was by far your favourite. He looked you in the eye when you spoke. And bloody listened. Treated you exactly like how he treated the others. It was a breath of fresh air.
With all the extra 'attention' you were getting you had no time to... relieve yourself. You'd stumble back to your bunk late at night to pass out immediately, exhausted from Price's drills.
Your chest ached. You felt full. And not in a good way. You needed a good few hours to yourself to drain your sore breasts. But they would just not let you have it.
So you ditched training. Price would be angry. But it would be worth it. You could deal with the consequences later, for now you just needed this milk out of you.
But you couldn't find your pump. It had just disappeared. Your first night here you had tucked it into your bedside drawer for safe keeping. At least you thought you had. It wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere. You were tearing through your room looking for the stupid little machine. Milk leaking down your front and soaking your shirt. It hurt so badly. Every time you moved your nipples brushed against the wet fabric. They were so sensitive.
Right as you were near tears your door opened. Ghost stood in the doorway. A looming shadow. Watching as you panicked. He took in your stained shirt and distraught expression. Entering your room and shutting the door behind you.
"Captain was lookin' fer you..."
He spoke slow. Like he was walking on eggshells around you. Like you would break if he talked too loud. You sniffled as he stepped closer.
"Looks like you need some help..."
You had never had someone else help drain your 'udders'. But you were desperate and in pain. So you nodded. Despite how much you didn't want to.
He had you on his lap. You knew he was teasing you. But you didn't care. He cupped your swollen tits. Keeping his gaze on your expression. Delighting in the soft whine you let out. So sensitive it hurt.
Simon's thumbs sunk into the soft flesh. He could feel the liquid inside you. Sloshing around in your full bosom. Before long he got needy too. He needed to taste you. Tugging off your wet shirt to play with your leaking nipples. He was hard, it was impossible not to be when you were writhing on his lap like this. But that wasn't what he was here for.
The relief you felt when he finally wrapped his scarred lips around your teat was overwhelming. Orgasmic even. His mask tugged up over his nose to give him easy access.
Your held him close to your chest, a hand at the back of his neck as he drank your sweet milk. Steadily draining you. Swapping between your tits while he groped your other steadily.
You didn't even realise you were grinding down on his cock, too busy gasping and whining. It felt so good. After so long without being milked this was exactly what you needed.
Even after you were finally empty you let him continue for a bit longer. Enjoying the closeness of it all.
But eventually he had to leave. Leaving you laying there content and wonderfully empty in your bed.
He held his hand out to Johnny as soon as he left your room. Licking the remnants of milk off his lips for the scot to see while he was handed fifty pounds. Grinning at Kyle standing behind him.
"Told you being a horny ass wouldn't work. Gotta make 'em beg for it."
