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Disclaimer: BreedingSeason belongs to the BS team, not me, and I'm not making any money off this. Any resemblance to real people is accidental, and this is 100% original fiction.

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There was some confusion and arguments between the ducal staff and Lady Apowyl's invading delegation, of course, but it wasn't a lot of time before they were helping me up into a specially-made carriage fitted with special sliding supports for my breasts that let me turn side to side while seated. It would have been more comfortable if I hadn't been very heavily pregnant, but it was still very useful for allowing me to see around the twin mounds of flesh that would otherwise block my view. Lady Apowyl drove the team herself with the canopy up, treating me to a easy ride in the brisk winter afternoon while she recounted all the events since we'd been parted, which involved mail blocked by the snows, confusion about whether I had actually been returned, and to which of Marvayne's holdings I'd been taken. She also explained the surprising difficulty of changing a livestock registration classification with the hidebound Pilvian Ministry of Husbandry.
I had mixed feelings about some of her explanations because I wanted to believe her but wasn't sure if I should, but my joy at her obvious admiration of my breasts was pure and unalloyed. If only she'd been able to use her breast-induced erection on me, my happiness would have been complete. Well, it would have been nice to be able to speak verbally again, but Lady Apowyl and I held very good conversations with her speaking and me writing and sometimes mooing expressively, so I wasn't particularly frustrated.
Later in the day I had a short interview with a bureaucrat from the Ministry of Husbandry to expedite the reclassification process. He couldn't read Artannian, of course, so it was obvious that he was skeptical that I was a true language-using animal, but nevertheless he wasn't going to refuse a marchioness' request, so before the day ended I had a second brass ear tag elevating me to the highest class of hostrus. Lady Apowyl had, at my insistence, also tried to get him to also class me as something other than a hostrus, but that was apparently a bridge too far, even coming from a marchioness. Neither she nor I could cite a particular in which I diverged from the description of an Arkyl Island Pygmy Hostrus, so he was forced to indicate that as my breed rather than 'unclassifiable' as I'd requested.
“I do think this is an ingenious design,” Lady Apowyl told me later in the afternoon, playing with the gaudy replacement ring the duke's harem manager had installed in my nipples. Like the former ring, it had an attachment that swung up or down to release or impede milk, but it was much larger and jeweled. “It's excellent use of taurus solids. It doesn't leak at all. I should find you an expert in onaproduct refinement with whom you could collaborate. One who speaks a dialect of Pilish that you know,” she added, grinning, since part of the reason I'd begung to think I'd lost language was because I only knew the Confederation Pilvish, but many Pilfs in Apowyl spoke a very different dialect amongst themselves.
'I will really need someone who can read Artannian, or learn to write Pilvish. And are you sure they would take me seriously?'
“Oh, my darling little cow, they would not dare condescend to you, especially once they see those drafts of yours.” An uncharacteristic look of concern crossed her face. “Do you mind when I call you my little cow?” Lady Apowyl asked.
'Not when you do. Hostrusi can't talk, though, so people treat me like a dumb animal.'
“I do wish your voice would return,” Lady Apowyl said in agreement.
'It did for a little while in Marvayne House, until the futequestrienne mounted me,' I wrote.
“It did? Why didn't you say so earlier?” Lady Apowyl said, excitedly.
'I almost did but then subject changed. Forgot after that.'
“We must discover what they did differently that restored your voice,” she said, and I agreed fervently.
In the meantime I foaled a futequestrienne just as His Grace would have wished, if he'd been able to keep her. Instead, the farm's very first equine onabeast was one of the rarest of the rare; it would help to compensate me for the ordeal, I thought, though I wished that I could show him what he had lost as a partial retribution. Lady Apowyl's efforts at consoling me were plenty effective, however, and made me very glad that I'd become almost as quick to recover from delivery as standard breeds.
The next morning we were all on the train home and my lady and I were making all manner of plans. I had, it seemed, a great deal of equipment waiting for me when I got back, both that which I had ordered for myself and that which Lady Apowyl had ordered on my behalf. She told me not to worry about the political consequences any more, because she had gotten everything she wanted at Parliament so it wouldn't matter.
It was a nice ride, even though we were a little cramped because a battalion of jovial Pilvan soldiers were packed into the rest of the train's passenger cars. We sent our milk back to them and they sent a regimental tassel in thanks, then we even played a few games of whist with the colonel and his wife, who pretended not to be shocked to be playing a card game with livestock., because it was an honor to play with Lady Apowyl regardless of whom else was at the table. Besides, whist was my game, and they soon learned that there was at least one cow they were obliged to respect at the card table. Or at least, near the table, since my chest would cause chaos if I got too close.
To my surprise the battalion rode the train all the way to the end of the line at Krewyr with us before disembarking, and as our little line of carriages wended our way up a pass road cleared of snow, I occasionally caught glimpses of them beginnings the march up after us.
'The battalion is coming to Apowyl?' I wrote.
“Yes sweet. They're joining Lord Apowyl's regiment. Oh look! There's Mount Fertis!”
That diverted me, because Fertis was one of Lady Apowyl's holdings, and my daughter was Countess Fertis by courtesy as well as Lady Apowyl's Lady Lieutenant over the riding of Fertis, which was what Westfen was called in Pilvish. It was funny to think that I was the mother of the Lady Lieutenant of my own riding, but then, I'd never even met her. She'd have already spent years in the shadow world, though, so it wasn't as if the infant I remembered was Lady Lieutenant of Fertis. Lady Apowyl told me Lady Fertis had spent less time in the shadow than the average Pilf but that she was still old enough to start learning how to administer lands. Fertis was ideal because it was close to Dehiliard holdings and only lightly populated.
“I thought mother would be upset with me for making a non-pureblood Pilf heir to the title, but Lady Fertis won her over. She's so clever, like you, and after she saw your drawing she was very interested in meeting you.”
'She didn't want to meet me before then?'
“Oh, mother and father are such sticklers for the old ways. They were bound to give her some outdated ideas about livestock.”
'Am I going to remain livestock?'
Lady Apowyl looked a little uncomfortable. “For now it's actually better if you remain registered as livestock, dear, just so no one can lure you away in a moment of weakness. I mean, of course if you genuinely wish to go somewhere or do something else, I would never stand in your way. At least, I would try not to.”
'I am sorry about giving in. It had been so long since I had been with you, and I wanted to not be pregnant when you arrived to save me.'
“Oh, I wouldn't be so monstrous as to demand my sweet little cow go without breeding for so long. Why, Renda makes sure all the animals get covered at least twice a day.” She patted my belly affectionately. “So, what would you like to name Lady Fertis' sister?”
I once again let her change the subject, and we talked about more pleasant things until we met with a small delegation from Dehiliard House waiting for us outside a large cluster of buildings that appeared to be under renovation.
“Merrith, so good to see you,” Lady Apowyl said, leaping down to greet her. “Is Lord Apowyl here?”
“No, Lady Apowyl, you must have missed him at Krewyr. He's been so busy... Good god, that's Bonbon under those furs?” She was staring at where I sat wrapped in a fur cloak against the cold of winter in the pass. Next to me was a large cask of water with a spout so that I could drink as I pleased throughout the ride, and next to that a long chewy bar of nuts and a sweet honeyed amalgam was clamped so I could bit off it without having to reach outside the warm cloak, and I'd just bitten off a mouthful. With production at my level I needed to eat and drink constantly. The rear wagon held barrels of cream I'd produced since I'd left the Marvayne estate.
“Yes, I recovered her from Lord Marvayne. Isn't she magnificent?”
“I'm sure I have never seen grander teats. I take it she is as productive as ever.”
“Even more so. You must try her cream. Lord Marvayne is a blackguard, but Bonbon's new cream is the greatest advance in onabreeeding in a generation.”
“Are you hoping to have a young Lady Dehiliard with this useful skill?” Merrith asked.
“I hadn't thought of that,” Lady Apowyl said, apparently taken aback. “Who knows if it would breed true?”
“Certainly not me, my lady,” Merrith said lightly, but I could see that she had planted some idea in Lady Apowyl's head.
“Come on, I want to get Bonbon home,” was all she said, though, and we continued on our way, joined by the others. When we reached the turnoff for the farm some of us turned aside to go to the farm but the wagons and most of the Dehiliard staff continued on.
The farm itself looked in good shape, and Gent came out to meet us long before we arrived. Since I'd spent all day celibate, my body reacted pretty strongly to his excitement at the reunion, which Lady Apowyl noticed, and she decided to let Gent jump aboard and mount me while we continued slowly down the river trail. Granted, his joyful humping made me come satisfyingly, but it still wasn't the greeting I would have preferred if anyone had asked me. Tanir expertly pulled him off me before his knot got us stuck, but then Lady Apowyl laughingly let Tanir also mount me, expressing her sympathy for how long Tanir had waited to since her last opportunity to fuck me. Again I was sort of offended, but also I somewhat reflexible moved my hips to meet Tanir's thrusts, mooing all the while, so Lady Apowyl could be forgiven for thinking that I was relieved to be back in the company of all my fellow farm animals.
The worst part was that when we met with Renda and Jrusk Lady Apowyl told them precisely what had happened and that I would need to be mounted at least twice a day to prevent any opportunists from sexually coercing me into going with them. I was insulted even more than before, but I felt like I couldn't even say anything because nothing Lady Apowyl was saying was even untrue. I wasn't even sure if I would rather she be upset with me for my susceptibility to nymphomania. As it was, she seemed to think I was basically like any other hostrus in my desire to be mounted and milked throughout the day. Sure, I liked to take breaks and build inventions, she seemed to think, but my day-to-day life revolved around the same things hostruses cared most about.
I was most upset by the fact that she was absolutely correct.
Lady Apowyl stayed for supper and sat next to me reading off anything I chanced to write down so that I could participate in the conversation, then fucked me farewell before heading off and leaving me on the farm again. Jrusk gave way to Renda's demonic apprentice, who was very kind and helpful with my mechanical projects but also very firm about following Lady Apowyl's orders and unable to read Artannian text. Renda visited often and was able to read my requests, but told me that I would need to take up any objections with Lady Apowyl.
After that I gave up because the other animals seemed to have really come to enjoy the routine and I didn't actually dislike it myself. Also, I was no longer so reliant on Tanir because the futaequinne foal who Lady Apowyl had named Inmi proved to be an excellent learner. Really, it quickly got to the point that Renda's apprentice was teaching all manner of farming practices to my onabeast daughter, almost placing me in Inmi's custody as far as onabreeding went. She was also tasked with fucking me twice a day with her horse cock if Lady Apowyl wasn't available to do so herself.
I might have objected more to this interference if I hadn't had the pleasure of watching my designs become a reality; during Lady Apowyl's frequent, brief visits we animatedly discussed the results of the day's experiments before having even more animated sex. I built a new an improved milking machine with more hoses and teatcups that used special membranes derived from diwarg cum and harpy gloss to achieve a more comfortable seal and faster milking. A more reliable waterwheel rose over the river to pump water and generate electricity. A sort of track attached to the rafters in the barns allowed me to walk upright on my own without assistance once Tanir or Inmi established the connection between my corset and the rail hook. A similar device allowed me to walk up and down the stairs in the house.
Lady Fertis came upon me while I was in a special harness that allowed me to easily work on the gearing that controlled the speed of the shaft into the dynamo. I assumed it was Inmi behind me, arriving a little early for my evening fucking, so I signaled her to get started by mooing and pulling aside part of the harness to expose my swollen labia.
“Is she asking to be mounted?” I heard an unfamiliar voice ask in aristocratic Pilvish.
I tried to look behind me, but all I could see was Tanir facing someone in my blind spot.
“I suppose I had best follow the local customs,” the voice said, and in seconds someone was fucking me with the kind of jumbo cock to which I'd lately become addicted. “Wow ... this hostrus is amazing,” the voice said between thrusts, “Grandmother Apowyl ... had me introduced to sex ... but the only creatures ... that could take me … all the way like this … were the nightmares … but they didn't have … these nice soft … buttocks. Hoo. She … sounds like she likes … it quite as much … as I do. Gods … she's going to … suck me dry.”
By then I had figured out that I was being mounted by my daughter with Lady Apowyl, and at other times in my life Im sure I would have been horrified by the impropriety of it all, but life has a way of changing your perspective. I was just really proud that Lady Fertis had turned out to be massively endowed like her sire, and that she recognized my skill at cock milking. I guess I was mildly embarrassed that this was Lady Fertis' first introduction to her mother, but by speaking to Tanir, she was speaking to another daughter who had not only had sex with me countless times, she'd sired several cows off me. I wouldn't want Lady Fertis to get me pregnant, because I thought that might be awkward for Lady Apowyl, but since I was quite sure that I was already carrying Lady Fertis' future sister in my womb, a little rogering couldn't hurt. In fact, it felt fantastic. She wasn't as skilled as Lady Apowyl or as driving as Inmi, but there was something to be said for sheer size, and that she had.
I think she was on her third round when Merrith came over. “Oh, Lady Fertis, I see you've made Bonbon's acquaintance in the usual way.”
“Oh, hello Merrith. I guess it's tradition for a visitor to make use of the lesser livestock?” my daughter asked, still sliding in and out of me.
“I don't know that it's quite a tradition, but I do think it is quite customary to make use of Bonbon. As you can see, she is perfectly suited to her role, and if she doesn't get, uh, serviced in this way regularly, she has been known to run off.”
“What do you mean?” Lady Fertis asked, confused.
“My lady, the eager pygmy hostrus before you is Bonbon. I know you don't read Artannian yet, but that is what those glyphs on her collar mean.”
“This is my mother?” Lady Fertis asked, still not stopping, partly because I was trying to use her to finish myself off one more time. “I knew she had become part hostrus, but I hadn't imagined it was so complete.”
“She had a sad trial with the Duke of Marvayne, I'm afraid, and she came back more bovine than ever before. Her milk is very prized however, and she is extremely fertile, so her value as livestock is unimpeachable.”
“I see. I had hoped for... more.”
I came then, letting out a loud moo of satisfaction.
“At least know that you have pleased her, so all is well, my lady. Oh look, this is Inmi. She's a futaequinne sired off Bonbon at the ducal farms and she's quite intelligent. She runs much of the farm, I understand. She's here to take care of Bonbon, I think, so we had best leave her to her work.”
Thus Merrith made a mildly embarrassing situation as bad as possible, as usual. She didn't get her way in the end, though, because my vaginal skills brought Lady Fertis back for more visits, and eventually chance afforded me the opportunity to demonstrate my drafting abilities, as well as to show that the Artannian handwriting scattered around the house was my own. Merrith got a terrible scold in public after that, and Lady Fertis at least recognized that I was not one of the lesser livestock. Denying that I was part of my farm's livestock was impossible at this juncture, but I was not lesser in any way. Even if Inmi and Tanir had the same kind of day-to-day authority over me as they did over the other hostrusi, I was still the top onabreeder on the farm who planned what we'd all be doing in the weeks and months ahead, which I planned to be quite a lot.
So, I hardly had time to complain as my belly gradually swelled, then produced Lady Astart Dehiliard while Ladies Apowyl and Fertis attended. Unlike last time, I got to keep her with me for her entire infancy, and received frequent visits from both her mother and sister, and even Lord Apowyl visited twice. But, as I knew she would, infant Lady Astart disappeared one night to be replaced with a child who was almost as tall as I was, speaking perfect Pilvish and asking to be taken around the farm. Inmi, whose grasp of Pilvish was increasing all the time, indulged her half-sister and showed her how the farm worked, asking many questions that received no answer until Renda caught up with us.
“Which hostrus is my mother? The little pregnant one Inmi uses to harvest diwarg product?” Astart asked, motioning toward where I was strapped into the mounting block for the diwargs.
“Yes, my lady,” Renda answered.
“Will I turn into a hostrus like her when I grow up?”
“Probably not to that extent, my lady.”
“Oh.” Astart came over to where I was secured. As the diwargs took their turns, Tanir had her cock buried in my mouth and her hand on the back of my head. Normally I enjoyed the feeling of her on my tongue and deep into my throat, but I would have liked to have tried to show my little girl that I wasn't just a special hostrus. Taking no notice of what was going on, she reached out and took ahold of one of my ear tags. “Arkyl Island Pygmy Hostrus. That explains why she's so little. She's really pretty.”
“My Lady, it would be best to move away from the diwargs,” Renda warned.
“Why?” Astart asked, moving away from the mounting block and out of the standard breed diwargs' reach.
“Diwargs are not to be trusted.”
“But you said Gent is okay,” Astart pointed out, rubbing beneath Gent's ear.
“Gent is a special diwarg, like I am,” Renda explained.
“Oh, like Mother is a special hostrus. When will Sire be here? Or my sister?”
“Later in the morning, my lady.”
“Can we get breakfast, or do we have to wait? I want some more of Mother's sweet cream.”
“Of course, my lady,” Renda said, and they left.
When I finally made it back to the house, Lord and Lady Apowyl as well as Lady Fertis were all in the sitting room commiserating about 'Grandmother and Grandfather Apowyl.' Lady Apowyl motioned for me to sit next to her and rested her arm around my shoulder, but otherwise paid me very little notice as they reminisced about their upbringing in the Shadow, something I'd never experienced, or at least, didn't remember. My only contribution to the conversation was to provide creamer for their coffee and tea.
After that there came talk of tensions with Artannia, news I'd not heard at all. Evidently Lord Apowyl was to be quite busy, and Dehiliards with at least the appearance of some Artannian ancestry should be careful.
“Do I look Artannian?” Lady Fertis asked curiously, as if she'd never considered the possibility and found it disconcerting.
“You do not, very much, but Lady Astart might. Bonbon has Artannian, hostrus, diwarg, equinne and Pilf in her, so who knows?”
“I guess if I turn hostrus, I'd be able to drink my cream every day,” Astart said thoughtfully. “Can I have some more?”
“Of course,” Lady Apowyl said, and motioned to Tanir. While Tanir freed up my teats so I could be milked directly into Astart's teacup, Lady Apowyl added, “But even if you ended up with more hostrus in you, there's no guarantee that your milk would be like Bonbon's. She's very, very special, you know. Did you know that these drawings...”
There was a pounding at the door. “General Apowyl!”
He stood, as alarmed as the rest of us. “Enter.”
“Sir,” a sweating Pilvan soldier gasped as soon as he had the door open, The Artannians are reported to be arriving to Landager any moment. The troops are being mustered now. What are your orders?”
“We will not provoke them, but we must begin the main van marching toward the Ar Kowie heights overlooking Little Falls so that we are prepared. I presume the lancers are already there? They are not to attack and will withdraw from any serious attempts by the enemy to force a battle. I will return to headquarters presently, but no one need wait for me, as time is of the essence. Dismissed.” He turned back to us and bowed apologetically. “I'm afraid duty calls. I know the Artannian general personally, and I cannot believe he would be so foolish as to actually attack, but if Little Falls is left undefended he would be forced to take it or face the wrath of his foolish superiors. Sooner or later, though, these ridiculous armed dances will actually get good soldiers killed.” He took a breath. “Farewell.”
“What's happening?” Lady Fertis asked.
“Artannia is expressing its dissatisfaction with our recent bargaining position, and wants to pressure us,” Lady Apowyl said. “It's more complicated than that, of course, as it always is, but regardless, it is not entirely unexpected. I don't believe there's any cause for alarm. For one thing, history demonstrates that Far Grenning and Westfen – that's what they call Apowyl in Artannian dear – can be held from the lower valley. My brother knows it, the Artannian general knows it, even those Artannian zealots in Noldon know it.” She sighed. “But we should probably go to Dehiliard House directly, as everyone should see that the Dehiliards remain and are going nowhere. Bonbon, we will have to see you in the morning.”
I didn't, though. I was just just beginning my rounds when the Artannian partisans arrived to take the farm, running off the Pilvan staff and nearly burning down the barn before a few lads from the Collier farm arrived to take over the place. They recognized Tanir and me as worth a small fortune, so they fended off the angry villagers and told them to go attack Dehiliard house. I was terrified to think what might happen when they got there, but I could only trust that the general's house would be defended and the insanity would end soon.
It did not.
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