Joe nervously peered around the store, eyeing the other customers in embarrassment. He was really hoping to get this handled at home, but he was barely holding on. She felt like he was about to burst; she could feel the milk pearling up from her nipples against her arms. "It's not a magic machine, is it?" she asked the old man.
"No, just a regular one," he replied, chuckling again. God, that man loved to chuckle, Joe groaned to himself. "Believe it or not, milking is a common fantasy among my customers."
"All right, fine," the cow muttered, looking defeated. "Do you have a privacy room or something?"
The man pointed to a metal door with "OFFICE" painted on with a fanciful font. Anna burst out into a big smile—too big, Joe thought—grabbed the cow's malformed hand and milking machine, and walked a little too quickly into the room.
For a store that specialized in magical sex toys, the office was surprisingly ordinary: a desk, drab office carpet, some file cabinets, a fluorescent light, an out of date desktop computer, a couple of postcards from Avalon and Leng taped to the off-white walls. The cow nervously looked around, gun shy about any potential magic, and looked at a couple of invoiced beside the printer. Who knew that you could order dragon eggs from New Jersey? she thought.
There was suddenly a vacuum roar. Joe turned around. Anna was standing only a few inches behind her, IKEA-like instructions in one hand and four suction cups in the other. The machine was on. Oh jeez, the machine was on.
"Okay, babe, I think I've figured this out...looks simple enough, at least. Are you ready?"
Joe gulped. "You know, Anna, maybe there's another wamooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
The cow let out an involuntary moo of pleasure. Ready or not, Anna had slipped on the first suction cup. It felt good. It felt REAL good. There was relief, yes, but the butterflies, the same butterflies from Ferdinand, were back in a big way. She curled her back. Her arms, which had more or less been glued against her upper breasts, went straight for the udder and pushed. A small squirt of milk came out of the other three teats.
"MOOOoooo—FUCK, Anna!"
"Oh, you like that, huh?" Anna looked up, smiling. "Let's do number TWO—" and as she said it, slid the second one on.
The pleasure doubled. Joe mooed, only this time the moo seemed to morph into something akin to a moan. Her heartbeat was suddenly very intense. She could feel it thumping through her body...but especially below her udder, in her pelvis. What was that sensation? Had some of the milk leaked?
"You all right, babe?"
"Yeah," Joe gasped. Was it always this intense, or was this some weird sex part of the suit? "I just...I need to sit down." The cow grasped for the ergonomic desk chair and tenderly sat down, her pillowy ass barely fitting into the seat. Anna was at her eye level now, and Joe could see a devilish look in her eye. She was enjoying it; she was getting something out of this suit after all.
"Good," Anna said, smirking. "Let's do three..."
Joe cried out, trying not to think the last time he had heard the sounds he was making was in a porn. Her body felt on fire; her thighs squeezed together and she could feel the unmistakable, sticky sensation was not coming from the udder, but from...her.
"And four."
Joe threw her head back, hands gripping the arm rests. It was like she was cumming when he was a man, but the feeling just didn't stop. She felt as though she were riding a wave of pleasure that had enveloped her entire body—is this normal? His brain was almost incapable of coherent thoughts, but she realized, fleetingly, that she was having her first female orgasm.