The sun finally starting to break the horizon and brighten the barn, a roosterboy in the distance crowing loudly as the cowboys moo loudly with each spurt echoing from a fresh placed pail. Trenting rubbing along the unmilked udder with those 4 semi-flacid members dotting the surface tensing up and causing them to dribble clear gooey strands from each tip. His small hands running over the billowy taut surface, finding two heavy notable weights rolling around within. He gives a jostle which gets a concerned moo from the cow, "Alright alright, I know.."
The boy continuing his task of wrapping his hands around each semi-soft shaft, dragging the loose flesh down over those glands with a slight tug *tssst* *sprrrt* *tsss* for each satisfying tug theres thick gooey bit left hanging in it's place. He wasn't skilled enough for the task especially while he fine-tuned his motor skills to his new form. He was kind of getting into it, biting his tongue as he mulled away at his task even with his sloppy technique leaving pearlescent globs of cum that lightly adhere to his skin and dribble down his forearms. Wiping the sweat on his brow and smearing the musky milk across his head, wincing as he gets it in his eyes and quickly begins to wipe at them letting out a cry of dismay.
"Here," a low raspy voice practically breathes into his ear, a pair of fuzzy hands gripping his arms to pull them downward only for him to be assaulted with a barrage of licks across the face soon clearing the mess enough for him to peer through his eyes at a makeshift dogboy sitting on his haunches next to him. He had a hybrid dog muzzle with a slight underbite that only stuck out a couple inches from his face pulling features along with it. He gives a smile, showing at the edges of his lips, "Names Max, let me help you more!" who seems pretty happy as he is, as he draws that tongue along the surface of Trent's hands, still confused at the situation as he's lightly cleaned.
Trent looks over the dogboy who now works on sloppily licking between each digit with that flat long tongue. It's pretty easy to see that tail wagging behind Max, bronzed fur covering it thickly as it becomes more apparent that he's not actually wearing clothes, but has a light gradiented bronze/black coat covering most of his visible body save for his underside between his inner thighs and though out of view, the coating spares the seat of his rump. Max's boyhood seemingly unphased, through his interaction with Trent that foreskin pulling back enough to expose a veiny red tapered dog tip. The dogboy still licking away to pause for a moment looking behind Trent, "Pappa has a new favorite!"
Somebody steps in closer just within Trent's field of vision and nearly causes him to jump free of his overalls. A slightly older looking boy with messy black hair and was well tanned, save for around his shoulders where the telltale tanlines very well give away at his position - Trent suddenly realizing he's been smelling this other kid on his overalls, someone whom was now relegated to a pair of holey ill-fitting shorts, "Uhhh...nice to meet you too."
"We don't need anybody else here, I help Pappa plenty without this shrimpy girl around!" Sounding more as if he had succumb to Pappa's will entirely and was wholy subservant to him, he gives Trent a light shove pushing him onto his back. He gazes up at the slightly larger stronger looking boy and it's hard to not notice the impossibly large bulge at his groin of the supposed stud.
The dog boy wagging his tail as he watches the exchange and chimes in, "This is Tom, he used to be head boy until he broke a bunch of eggs. Pappa was not happy at all."
Tom starting to turn a hue of red and looked furious at the accusation, "It wasn't my fault! The sun was in my eyes and that hole was never there! Pappa forgives me, if he didn't then I would've been punished and now he's just testing my loyalty." He stands over Trent more menacingly and swiftly kicks him in the balls causing him to immediately start reeling and knocks over the nearby bucket spilling the milk into a thick viscous puddle, "Now you're telling me he wants this baby-dicked worker over a hung stud like me"
"Why'd you do that dummy, now we all might get in trouble," Max whines at both of them during the quick struggle before his ears perk up at something else.
"Well looks like you boys have met," an all-too-familiar southern voice coming from the entrance of the barn, "tut tut tut, you'll be working together so you may want to get along with. What am I gonna do with such disobedient farm hands..