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Giving birth is one of the most painful things Blue has ever done.
By the end, he's aching all over: from his now sagging stomach, which had been stretched over five calves just a few hours before, to his breasts which are full to bursting with milk for his children, to the ache under his breastbone for the three who didn't survive.
The nice vet - the one with kind hands and a guilty smile - had said something about how this showed male heifers weren't built for breeding to his master about it, while Blue had been fading in and out of consciousness afterwards, but his master had just laughed.
"Blue's strong; and he survived, didn't he? And we got two viable calves out of it, so I'm not unhappy," he'd said, and even almost unconscious, Blue had preened at the praise. He was the strongest. Even if they didn't all survive, he'd managed to make five calves for his master which had made him very happy.
He doesn't really know what happens after that, only that when he comes to, the nice vet is gone and his master remains, the two calves squirming on a blanket behind him and crying their little hearts out.
Blue's addled mind focuses sharp and he knows at once that they want feeding. He tries to move - to get to them - but finds that he's still strapped into the birthing harness. It was a mechanism, so the nice vet had explained as she hooked him up, that keeps birthing cows in an upright position and stops them from moving around too much. A spreader bar keeps his knees apart and straps beneath his arms and around his chest hang from the ceiling to keep him upright.
But he'd given birth already. He'd been good for his master and hung here without complaint as the pain came and went and the pressure in his tits - which is growing even now, as the cries of his children make his nipples start to leak - grew more painful. The nice vet said he'd been there two and a half days by the time he'd been fully dilated.
His master ignores the calves behind him and opts instead to feel around inside the new hole between Blue's legs. It's gaping and dripping blood onto the ground and it's so raw inside that even his master's light touch has him trying to tense to expel him.
"You know, Shoko isn't exactly wrong. Male heifers and cows really aren't built for childbirth," his master says, almost conversationally. "Impregnation is difficult without the sort of drugs I have access to, and when they do, your body has to tear open a whole new opening just to get the calves out, otherwise they die in vitro and take their mother with them."
Blue feels his master's hand go deeper, exploring with his fingertips the whole way until Blue is mooing in distress. For once in his life, he doesn't care what his master wants; he needs to take care of his calves who are only lying a few feet away and are squalling with their need for their mother to look after them.
"But you did beautifully," his master continues, "opened up so well. Shoko said you should close up too in the next few weeks, once the lining of your uterus has shed."
His master finds a spot inside him that makes Blue howl. It would be pleasurable if not for how painful it is to touch anything down there.
His master doesn't stop talking though as his fingers move away to slightly less intense torment. "I hope you like Shoko, because I do. I'm going to ask her to marry me next month and I have thought of the most perfect gift to give her when I do."
His master's fingers get so deep that they breach something even deeper inside of Blue, touching the once tight rim that kept his calves inside his womb.
"See, Shoko's a vet and she loves a little experiment, and she's told me before about how the biology of the male heifer fascinates her." Blue is starting to tune his master out, loathe as he is to, because all he can hear are his children crying. They're right there, doesn't his master hear them? Doesn't his master care? "So you can help me with that, pretty Blue."
Only then does his master remove his hands and he uncaringly wipes the blood off it across Blue's now flabby stomach, the skin sagging to the ground without the children within to keep it taut, because even though cowskin notoriously pings back into shape, the size Blue was means it'll take a few days at least.
"I'll do something for you too, if you help me," his master says and pats Blue's head as with the other hand he reaches around into Blue's blind spot to bring out a tube. It looks like glass or maybe clear silicone, and is probably over half as long as Blue's forearm and about double as thick. "I'm going to put this in you and if you can keep it in without dropping it, I'll let Star and Love stay with you; if you don't...well, we have other cows who can feed them."
Electricity shoots up Blue's spine. His master wouldn't...would he?
For the last however long, Blue has been lying on the straw - too big to really move - as his massive tits somehow got bigger and leaked even more, and his master had started hitching him up to the milking machine at a medium speed most of the time, if just to keep him from being completely full.
Even that hadn't helped fully though and Blue had fantasised about finally having his babies, so he could hold them and feed them - it would feel so much better than the milking, Blue is sure - and smell their little baby heads. He knows, though he doesn't know why, that baby heads are meant to smell nice.
"Do you understand sweetheart?" his master asks, a slight smile on his face, and Blue nods fast, his eyes darting to his babies. They must be so hungry.
But his master doesn't put the pipe up his ass, like Blue was expecting. No, instead the cold rim shocks the hot, irritated flesh of that new hole between his legs and Blue feels as his master pushes it deeper and deeper, past his lose cervix and into the womb that had only a few hours ago had his calves in.
"Ready to hold on?" his master asks, and Blue realises that he was so shocked that he hadn't even thought about trying to clench. He does, at once, even terrified into compliance by the threat of his babies being taken away.
If that happens...
Blue isn't expecting it to be so heavy when his master lets go. The weight jolts him in the harness and he clenches harder, beads of perspiration already settling over his skin.
He can't let it go.
But it's difficult. The pipe is thick and the blood adds extra lubrication, and he's never really had to use these muscles before. If it had been shoved between Blue's slicked up ass cheeks, it might have been difficult but he would have been able to hold on.
As it is, each time he tries to clench tighter, he's stopped by the spreader bars. It keeps that new hole in him slightly too wide, and with the blood and the smoothness of the pipe...
It makes a dull thud as it hits the ground and Blue moos in distress, trying to struggle out of his bindings, to pick it up and put it back in and hold it there but his master is watching and just tuts. "Poor little Blue, I suppose that one of the other cows will be looking after these two now."
A sob wrenches its way out of Blue's throat, as he watches his master pick the little calves up in his arms. He catches a glimpse of one white ear and one black peeking out of dark hair, and he sees a pair of brown eyes on the other, but then they've both been whisked out of Blue's stall and he can't see anything at all.
Despair overtakes him. His tits hang heavy from his chest as he slumps forward, allowing the harness to take all his weight, but for once he doesn't care. He wants his calves back, he wants to hold them and feed them and nuzzle into their soft baby hair to mark them as his.
He should get to do that, not some other cow. He's the one who gave birth to them, he's the one who should get to feed them, he-
"Poor Blue," his master says, back in the stall and patting Blue's head. "I know you wanted to feed them but really, only good cows get what they want. Anyway," one of his master's hands reaches out to grope his tit, kneading the fullness with his fingers until Blue moos in spite of himself and slick gives a half-hearted attempt to gush out of his hole, "all this milk would go to waste on a couple of calves - it's much better that it gets pumped out."
Blue doesn't care. He thinks he actually hates his master. No matter how kind he is, he took Blue's calves away. He wants them back.
He's crying again, hitching sobs that make him feel slightly sick, and his master coos as he lets him down from the harness. "It's alright Blue, you'll feel better soon. Once you're all healed up, we'll put you on the breeding bench again and then maybe this time you'll be good enough that you'll get to keep the baby. Now don't you want to get milked?"
No, he doesn't. Blue would rather die than be milked, than to give up the milk that's meant to be for his babies to anything other than their hungry mouths. He can't stand the thought and so he very shakily turns away, even slumped on the ground as he is, and covers his teats with his aching arms.
His master sighs. "Oh, Blue, I really wish you wouldn't be so difficult."
Blue scowls and hopes that it gets across give me back my babies strongly enough, and his master sighs again.
"We can do this the hard way, if you're really desperate for it," his master says, almost conversationally, and while the hard way makes Blue go cold just at the thought, he would rather suffer that than let his master win. He will get his babies back.
"Very well." Blue shoots his head up, looking at his master hopefully. Surely it wasn't that easy, was it? "Let's make a deal. Even though you failed the first time, you can still help me with my present for Shoko."
Blue keeps looking, expectant and hopeful. This is how he'll get his babies back.
"And of course," his master continues, "we can't forget about your job." He teases one of Blue's fat tits again, tweaking one of the nipples to get a moo of pleasure out of Blue. "You with me so far, my silly little thing?"
Blue nods, wide-eyed. He just needs his master to get to what he needs to do and this time, he'll do it.
"I'm going to fill up your pussy with this again and then you're going to keep it inside this time, alright?"
Blue nods. This time, he can do it. The spreader bar is gone and he can always now change position to make sure it stays where it is.
"And, to make up for the milk that'll be lost when you feed the calves," his master says, "you have to make me at least six tanks of milk a week. You can do that for me, can't you pretty Blue?"
Blue nods again, though he's less sure on that point. He might have to start fucking himself on his fingers to encourage milk production but he's sure he can do it with a little bit of encouragement.
And then-
"And if you can do all of that for the next three weeks, then yes, I'll let you see the calves."
Yes. He'll have his babies back. Oh his master is so kind. He only has to do two things and then all his fantasies will come true.
He opens his legs wide so that his master can slide the pipe back in, settling it so deep that Blue thinks he can feel it in his throat and he can barely move. He can't bend anymore, not without the rod digging in at strange angles, and so it takes Blue a few minutes to work out how to sit up again.
"Oh, and another rule, before I forget," his master says, smiling sweetly, "I'll only milk you if I think you're begging sweetly enough. So, how much do you want to be milked now, darling?"
So much. This milk might not be going directly to his babies but if he gives it to his master, then he'll be closer to having his babies back and so he moos, squishing his tits together and holding them out to be milked like normal.
His master shrugs, looking unfussed. "You don't look that desperate Blue, I'm not convinced you really want it."
So Blue tries harder. He moos louder and with more enthusiasm; he rolls his hips along the ground until he's fucking himself on the pole, punching little gasps out of his lungs; he rolls his nipples between his fingers and then shoves those fingers in his mouth to lick off the sweet milk.
He keeps going until he feels his tiny dick - the thing having shrunk throughout his pregnancy until it was barely half an inch long - trying to harden. It's so small, it doesn't even fit a cage and so his master had bought him a little ring that sat snugly at the base and stopped him from coming unless he was really trying.
Blue was really trying. Even as he plays with his tits and all but presses up against his master's clothed leg, one of his travels done to play with his asshole, now dripping with slick.
It's only when Blue comes - a weak, pathetic thing with the cock ring on - that his master relents.
"I guess you do want to be milked, after all," he says and finally gets out the milking machine.
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Every day for the next three weeks, Blue shows his master just how much he wants to be milked.
He fucks himself with his fingers until practically his whole hand is up his asshole; he ruts against ground until the rod inside him hits all his insides and his cock reacts; one morning, he even tries to get his own nipple in his mouth and suck out the milk himself which had made his master laugh.
But then, three weeks is over.
"You have been good for me pretty Blue," his master praises, patting Blue on the head, and while the praise is nice, he's waiting for something else. "Ah yes, don't worry, you'll get to see your calves; first of all, I've got to show Shoko her present." He lowers his voice, conspiratorially, and a slightly lovesick smile settles on his face. "She said yes to me yesterday - we're going to get married."
Honestly, Blue doesn't care. The vet was nice enough, but he wants this all to be over with so he can see his children.
He is so close.
His master has a few preparations to make first. He gets Blue to lie down on his back and puts the spreader bar back between his legs. It suddenly becomes much more difficult to keep the pole inside him and Blue keeps trying to angle his hips up, to use gravity to stop it sliding out; he refuses to fall at the last hurdle.
But then the nice vet is coming in, her eyes covered by his master's hands. She's smiling slightly, even though she's complaining with her mouth. "Seriously Suguru, I'm your fiancée, the barn is just not the right place to fuck me."
"Who said that's what your surprise was?"
The nice vet clicks her tongue in amusement. "Come on, fucking me in new and unusual places is always what your surprises are."
"You're forgetting the fancy hotel I rented in Tokyo for us that one night, with that lovely meal."
"And what did we end up doing?"
"Oh, laugh it up; this is a new type of surprise." Blue's master takes his hands away from her eyes. "Ta da!"
Blue watches the nice vet's face do something strange before settling on her usual deadpan smile. "Oh, I see, you'll get you pet to fuck me in the barn."
"Aw, Sho," his master drapes himself over the nice vet's shoulders, frowning into the crook of her neck, "you're so mean to me. Anyway, with the size of its dick, it'd barely get past your pussy; look a little closer."
Obediently, Blue shifts his hips up a bit so that the nice vet can get a look between his legs and her face spasms very slightly.
"Whatever is this?" she asks lightly and his master laughs.
"You're always complaining about not know how male heifers work, aren't you? So...I've kept it stretched out with a glass rod so you can have a proper look."
Silence, and then the nice vet smiles slightly. "You're so very thoughtful for me," she says and kneels down. "The bars are kind of in the way though."
"Really?"
"I need to look closer than this," the nice vet replies and Blue's master grumbles, even as he goes about undoing the spreader bars.
As he comes back from setting them aside, he leans down to theatrically whisper in Blue's ear. "You'll hold your legs out of the way for Shoko, won't you? Be a good boy and do what she says, alright?"
And Blue nods, pulling his knees back against his always aching chest so that the nice vet can crawl forward and have a closer look. The clearness of the pipe must mean that she can see inside, to where his internal walls are clenched to keep it tight within just in case it would try to fall out and ruin all of this.
He shivers as her hot breath ghosts along the sensitive flesh between his legs.
"You really can see everything," she says appreciatively, though it's almost grudging, and he shivers harder as she speaks. He's so sensitive and her breath lights up the pleasure region in his brain, to the point he can feel himself beginning to leak slick out his asshole. "Oh damn, you really can see everything."
Then, Blue feels the nice vet's soft hands touching his dick, stroking the little thing between her thumb and forefinger, and he feels himself spasming and tensing around the pole inside him. She strokes harder and - with her mouth still too close to his new pussy to not breath against it with every syllable - murmurs, "you can come if you want, darling."
His master normally calls his darling, when he's not pretty Blue or sweetheart, but it feels different coming from the nice vet. Almost...familiar, though Blue can't think where from as that nickname - said in her rich, low voice - drags him over the edge and he feels himself orgasm.
Then, the pole inside him is being jostled and he moos out in surprise, stimulated unexpectedly.
"Oh, don't take it out yet Shoko!"
"Why not? I had a look and so we're done now. If we don't let the cow's body seal back up, it could cause some serious complications."
"I mean, it wasn't much of a look."
"Suguru."
Blue's master sighs. "Fine, fine; but let me have a little bit of fun first. If he really wants it out, he can push it out."
"That's just cruel, Suguru."
"And he's just an animal. He'll do it too, won't you Blue?"
Blue blinks at him dumbly.
"Push the rod out Blue. Or do you not want to see your calves again?"
That gets Blue moving. He gathers up his strength and uses all of those muscles he's been training these last three weeks to push it out again. It's more difficult than he expects, coming up against the resistance of gravity and his own hole which seems to have tightened.
He pushes and pushes, his eyes rolling back into his head from the force of it, until the end of it finally pops out of the rim of his pussy and the rest slowly slides out with the added force, until it falls to the ground with a dull thud and Satoru is left upsettingly empty.
But now it's out...
Blue struggles upright, mooing as he goes. He's done everything right, he's been such a good boy, so he deserves to have his babies back.
"...not happy about this."
"Come on Sho, it's not that bad."
"You're not the vet between us."
"He's been alright this long."
"Because you've been stringing him along with empty promises. If you don't at least let him see them-" The nice vet glances Blue's way, a slight frown on her pursed lips. "Severe psychological distress can do more than just make him upset. He could stop eating and drinking, or stop producing milk. I know he makes enough for four cows on his own, and that would be a detriment if you lost him."
"But-"
"No buts."
Blue's master sighs. "Fine, fine, only because I love you Sho - and it'll only be one night. He'll have to earn it to see them again."
The nice vet sighs. "You should do it because of my professional accreditations!" she calls as Blue's master steps out of the pen again and she shakes her head. "Honestly."
Blue watches her, curiously. He'll admit that he doesn't see very many other people in his stall; occasionally, one of the farm hands might come in to milk him when Blue's master is away, but otherwise it's just him and his master.
She's...pretty. And hazily familiar, like someone he once met in a dream, and when she turns to him, he gets the strangest sense of déjà vu before it fades as she steps closer to pat his head, scratching behind his ear almost absentmindedly.
"I'm sorry about this," she says, her voice a little distant. "I know you want your babies back. Suguru's bring them for you but it'll only be for tonight. They're going to have to go again tomorrow morning."
What? No. He was so good.
He moos, a hitching little sobbing sound, pawing at the hem of the nice vet's trousers. She's nice, she talks to his master, surely she can...
"I'm sorry," she says again, her hand stilling in Blue's hair. "If I say anything else, Suguru will grow suspicious." Her voice fades quieter, so quiet that Blue almost doesn't pick up the last bit. "I'm so sorry Satoru."
That name sets his teeth on edge and brings all the hairs on the back of his neck to stand upright. That's not-
He's not-
"Here I am," Blue's master says, pushing open the stall door with his hip, and there are his babies in his arms, each wrapped in a little beige blanket. "As the doctor ordered."
There is nothing else Blue cares about but those little bundles. His tits dribble milk enthusiastically, as the very thought of finally getting to feed his babies makes them lactate, and he scrambles closer, hopeful and wide-eyed.
His master chuckles. "You really would do anything for them, wouldn't you?" he asks and Blue nods. Anything, anything at all. They're so close he could touch them. "What if I asked you to stand? Or...hmm, what if-?"
"Don't tease, Suguru, we have a restaurant reservation to get to and we'll be late if we take any longer," the nice vet says, slapping his arm and taking one of Blue's babies - the one with the odd-coloured ears - away from him, before turning to Blue himself. "Go sit in the corner, darling."
What? Wasn't he being good? Was he only going to get to look at his babies? He thought he'd get to touch at least-
"Blue," his master says, warningly, and Blue grudgingly turns to sit in the corner. He feels like crying. He was so close to finally having them in his arms and now that was being taken away by-
"There we go," the nice vet says, once Blue is settled, and one then the other baby is being placed in his arms. A buzzing, happy peace descends over him as both of his children are there and he feels himself grinning like an idiot as he curls his legs up, trying to hide the three of them in their own little piece of the world.
"It's a bit disturbingly human, don't you think? The cradling in the arms and the blankets."
"That's what's best for the babies," the nice vet says quietly, "so don't you dare disturb it."
"Don't worry, I wasn't going to - now come on, you should see what I bought you to wear tonight."
"I am not wearing sexy lingerie to the restaurant."
"Aw."
The nice vet sighs as the stall gate closes behind her and Blue's master. "Sometimes you're so enthusiastic, I think you'd fit in just fine with the livestock."
Blue only half hears the end of their conversation and takes none of it in. He's too enraptured with his babies, with the little calves he gave birth to only three weeks ago. They're so small, and he's almost worry about dropping them if he wasn't also one hundred percent certain that he could never hurt them.
They're his.
He doesn't know which one is Love and which one is Star, and he doesn't want to get it wrong, so he comes up with names on his own. He's never had to name something before but they come to him easily enough; the little girl with the brown eyes, he'll call...Tsumiki, and the boy with the odd ears he'll call...Yūta.
He grins even wider. He doesn't know where the names come from but they sound perfect to him, like names you could call across the playground to tell them that it's time to go home now, and they'd leap from the swings and come running together towards him, giggling and talking over each other as they try to tell him what they've been doing.
And there'd be someone else there too, faceless in this daydream, and they'd lean close and whisper into his ear, it's time to go home Satoru-
Good names, Blue thinks, blinking as the daydream fades into nothing.
Yūta's asleep but his sister isn't and she grumbles until Blue adjusts her so she can latch on to his nipple, and-
There is no surer bliss than this, wrapped in the happy warmth of the dark stall and cradling his two precious babies to him. He's crying again, but they're happy tears this time. Nothing else matters but this moment in time.
Nothing else at all.