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Onabreeder	By : FrigOfFury Category: +A through F > Breeding Season Views: 22702 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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My incipient fear that I was starting to lose language entirely was allayed somewhat by my return to the milking machine, which sounded completely different without having changed at all. Clearly, there was a problem with my hearing, not my grasp of language. It was several days before my hearing returned to normal, but by the time I was calving Emmer's get, I could hear normally.
While I sat nursing my unnaturally large calf I heard a group coming into the barn, talking amongst themselves. I overheard Renda saying my name in the midst of a sentence, but the rest of it escaped me. In fact, I couldn't quite understand anything anyone was saying, except my name. I looked between them as they spoke to one-another, stricken with horror. I was not only mute, I really had lost language.
The group was comprised of Renda, someone who might have been a Pilf, except he actually looked old, another man dressed like a Pilf but clearly of Artannian lineage, and a fierce-looking Kala woman who watched but didn't speak. They entered the stall to inspect the milking machine, Emmer, myself, and the calf. Much was said concerning the tags in my ears, and I thought I was catching individual words concerning milk, or perhaps milking, but otherwise I was completely at sea. Renda had me bend over so she could milk me by hand into two small porcelain dishes, which the others smelled and tasted before seeming to agree that it was acceptable, or perhaps that I was.
Toward the end of their conversation I'd been smelling a familiar, slightly smoky odor that I couldn't place while I was focused on trying to understand what they were saying. When Renda turned to me and grasped me firmly around the waist, I felt a realization trying to dawn on me just before a searing pain bloomed on my right ass cheek. The smell of scorched flesh a moment later confirmed what I already suspected: I'd just been branded. A thick soothing paste was quickly spread over the area and the pain faded, but the shock of knowing I'd just been marked with the Dehiliard brand did not.
The next day Lady Apowyl came to see me and seemed upset to find me branded, but maybe it was because it meant she couldn't fuck me without irritating my wound. I certainly was upset that she didn't. It would have been a single nice thing to happen since my nightmare of becoming a dumb animal had come true. All I got were sympathetic noises and a pat on a boob before she left. I could have cried, but Emmer decided she wanted a blowjob, so I attended to that instead.
I was a bit of a broken wreck for most for the next week, though sometimes I consoled myself by imagining that the large member inside me was Lady Apowyl's, and that the creature growing in my belly were her get. I imagined her congratulating me on the growing breasts and increasing milk production that, in my less hallucinatory moments, just convinced me further than I had become little more than an unusually-petite hostrus. Sometimes I tried to reconcile myself to my new life, but thoughts of Lady Apowyl's apparent interest in electricity, plus her mind-blowing erotic skills, would intrude, and I'd be consumed with sorrow for the life I'd lost.
In the meantime my udders grew just as Lady Apowyl had foreseen. By the time I was calving again they really were as big as a hostrus', and I couldn't really stand up straight for any length of time. I felt a curious mixture of relief, humiliation and even a little pride when Renda had a harness anchored at my collar so that by hooking it to a a frame my upper body was comfortably supported while I was being milked or mounted, which was almost every minute I was actually in the barn. She returned later in the day with the same group who had witnessed my branding to explain something about it while I entertained myself by imagining the suction to be from Lady Apowyl's lips. By focusing on the fantasy I hoped to forget about my predicament and reach orgasm just by being milked.. I failed at first, perhaps because Renda distracted me by saying my name several times. I ignored her more resolutely, and eventually I found I could sometimes take myself over the edge.
After that they bred me with Tanir, the first futastrus Emmer had sired off me. She was more gentle and kind to me than Emmer had been, and I was glad when the grooms switched the arrangement so that I was paddocked with Tanir instead of Emmer. My time with Emmer had stamped out any impulse I might have had to refuse to provide sexual service, but I nevertheless got the impression that Tanir would at least consider my refusal, if I'd ever dared offer it again. One of the grooms started teaching us hand signals at Renda's direction. I did understand the gist of some of the things he said when he got angry with us, but overall he was as taciturn as Renda herself, so that I began to yearn for someone to speak to me, even if I couldn't understand.
After giving Tanir her first calf she became even more tender toward me, and I began to wonder if maybe I'd be allowed to stay as her mate more permanently, but it was not to be immediately. It seemed Renda wanted to test my body's limits by bringing in a futastrus with udders massive even for a hostrus. After a few rounds in the breeding pen with that large but unimaginative mate, however, I went back to Tanir's stall to spend my next pregnancy in relative comfort. Through yet another pregnancy, my breasts grew once more, into vast, milky orbs that were so heavy that I had to link my fingers together underneath to lift them up with both arms. Thus hoisted, I could lean back and walk a short distance, but to really move around I needed Tanir to hold my up by the chain on my collar. On the other hand, they had reached a promising size for winning best of show. It wasn't the loftiest ambition, but it was better than just being sad all the time.
Finally it was time to go to the fair, and I was sent with Tanir who continued to stand me up straight with a firm hand on my collar just like during practice as she helped me out to the wagons. Once loaded up, she lowered me gently onto her cock and nestled my head between her breasts for the ride to Little Falls.
Happily, instead of being herded into one of the huge and cacophonous visiting barns we were moved into the Dehiliard stables next to their townhouse. They had brought along the electric milker plus a set of batteries, but evidently they didn't dare exhaust them, so a rotation of hands were sent to milk me, which was a nice change, if less efficient. I also delivered the calf I'd been carrying, which made it a little easier to move around. They separated me from Tanir after that to make sure she didn't get angry at me nursing another sire's calf, which meant I went to bed sadly frustrated.
The morning brought relief in the most glorious way possible: an audience with Lady Apowyl herself. I'm afraid I didn't act with much restraint: as soon as I saw her I let out a little noise and tried to go to her. I couldn't, really, because Tanir had just returned and was holding me up by my collar. I would likely have fallen over if she had let me go, but I did my best to pull toward Lady Apowyl, making her laugh delightedly as she closed the distance.
With a wave she dismissed two grooms, Merrith, and Renda, then pulled down the waist of the hose she was wearing so that she could minister to my needs immediately. Both of our needs, I trusted; she was certainly fully engorged and pounding me within seconds. It was like my fantasies coming true, and I came the first time just as Lady Apowyl's lips closed around one nipple, and was well on my way toward another by the time Tanir and Lady Apowyl had adjusted me so they could share. Between the occasional deprivation of air and the extremes of my ecstasy, I'm afraid I truly did become little more than a randy animal for a little while, only returning to myself after at least half a dozen orgasms and several position swaps. I had again been stuffed to overflowing with cum, and it sounded as if I was underwater like I had been several weeks prior, but that no longer worried me. My hearing would return in time, and I could see that Lady Apowyl had not lost interest in me. She even seemed to compliment me on my gargantuan breasts, though of course I couldn't have heard her even if I still had language. Still, I caught the tone and her expression, and I was happy.
Inevitably, she had to hand me off to someone else. I was reunited with the team of tailors, who had to fit me into a shimmering blue brocade dress. It was designed to fit my exaggerated proportions, and this time also leave easy-access loops in the bust line so that just a simple fold of fabric would expose my nipples for milking. A finery smith ran a thin but strong chain from the top of my corset, and, once they had finished with me and readmitted Tanir, attached the other end to Tanir's collar.
The result was very like when Tanir held my collar, and by attempting to walk in any given direction I signaled Tanir which way to go, though if Tanir had her own ideas then of course we went the way she wanted us to go. Happily, when the taciturn groom signaled with his hands which way I was to go, Tanir agreed. We headed down the stairs to a special carriage built for large people like Tanir and Renda who was waiting.
In a short time we reached the fair, then an annex tent to the main show ring, where Renda and the groom led us to the waiting stalls and kept an eye out to make sure all the huge and sometimes very exotic creatures around us wouldn't attempt to mount anyone. I was curious as to how it would feel to be taken by some of them, but I knew I had more important things to focus on, and besides I didn't want to muss my beautiful silk dress. It wasn't that long of a wait before the groom led us into the ring with hundreds of assembled spectators of every race, age and gender.
It may have been that a hush fell over them as I entered, but as I could hardly hear anything, all I was sure of was that all the farmers, merchants, breeders and onabeasts were all looking at me as I moved to the middle of the ring in accordance with the groom's surreptitious hand movements, then bowed to the judges. Based on lip movement, I could tell that one of them, an elderly, dignified-looking Artannian man, was giving me instructions. The groom, no doubt translating the judges instructions into signals, had me walk up to the judge's tables and walk past them with my nipples exposed. Then I returned to the center of the ring where the electric milker was and attached myself to begin milking.
Though it was a bit odd to milk myself in front of so many spectators, it was also quite a relief from the overfull feeling that had been growing increasingly uncomfortable for the previous hour, besides making me bulge out of the top of my dress like rising bread. The electric milker did an excellent job of emptying me out, especially after the groom signaled for me to bend over to allow Tanir access. It was even more odd to be mounted underneath my petticoats while everyone watched, but orgasms always did make the milking go faster, and with Lady Apowyl having so completely satiated me earlier, it was easy to have the presence of mind to collect Tanir's product as it gushed out of my vagina.
When the process was over and I added Tanir's cum to the product display, I could tell the crowd was cheering and the judges looked impressed. Via the groom they invited me back over to the judges table for congratulations, I think, though I mostly just smiled and bowed as best I could before moving away back to the waiting stalls to be wiped down and await the judging. I got anxious about returning to the winner's circle if I won, though, because I didn't want to give away that I couldn't really understand them. I was pretty sure I'd be disqualified if they knew I was just a dumb animal. I needn't have worried, however, as the congratulations I received as they gave me my own blue ribbon didn't seem to require an answer.
Suddenly, though, I realized that I could read the ribbons, which bore writing stitched on in Artannian as well as Pilvish. How could it be possible that I could read Artannian when I could no longer understand spoken words?
But then I wondered if maybe I'd only lost Pilvish; after all, I hadn't actually heard Artannian in a while. Even now, when Artannian was probably being spoken all around, I couldn't actually hear it to know whether I could understand it or not. The realization shook my whole conception of what had happened to me. I realized then that I could still hear words in my head, even if I couldn't say them aloud, and I could still do sums. Mute I might be, but a dumb animal I was not.
At least, not entirely. While Margo, Lady Apowyl, Merrith and Renda stood around me engaged in an inaudible but serious-looking conversation, I rested comfortably with Tanir for the post-show milking, producing samples for the passers-by who gawked at the prize livestock, some of whom bought more substantial amounts at a very lucrative price. I reflected that while I very much wanted to be one of the intelligent ones again, there were plenty of perks to being a breeding animal, especially one who was very good at her job and frankly enjoyed it. Other onabreeders came by and seemed like they were interested in setting up cross-breeding arrangements, but the pretty little Artannian at the front turned them all away with an apologetic smile and a motion toward the serious conversation. I wondered how good a price I'd get for cross-breeding rights with myself, and how big a dent I could make in the completely outrageous license demands.
After the sun passed the zenith and the heat became oppressive we all returned to the Dehiliard townhouse, which was built to be well-shaded in the summer and allow breezes to waft through unimpeded. Attendants removed the dress and packed it carefully away while they rubbed me down with cloths dipped in cool water. It was truly luxurious, and I knew I owed it to Lady Apowyl, who had business elsewhere, it seemed. The Marquis stopped by and looked in at me, but after asking a couple questions of the lead attendant he looked satisfied and left.
I spent two days being tended to in various rooms of the lightly-staffed house, sometimes with Tanir present and sometimes with other servants, whether grooms seeing that I was milked, tailors fitting me up with ever more and different styles of dress, or attendants making sure I looked my best. Sadly, however, Lady Apowyl was only infrequently present to enjoy my good looks, and then too brief in her visits to relieve the lust they raised. I was becoming almost bored by the third day when I was put in a somewhat cluttered room I hadn't been in before. A veterinarian visited to examine Tanir and myself, perhaps to discover why I was still not yet pregnant again. His findings seemed not to satisfy Renda, but he went away with a few coins in his pocket and I was left in the room for the rest of the day.
It held a motley collection of odds and ends ranging from tinker's scissors to tea strainers. It also, I noticed, held several unusually large-format books. With some help I was able to move over to them and study their spines. Most, of course, were in Pilvish, or even another script that I hadn't seen before, but there was one large and much newer tome entitled “Compendium of Steam Powered Machinery Illustrated.” I had seen one like it in a lending library once, though I hadn't had the funds to be a subscriber, so I hadn't been able to do more than page through it briefly.
Perusing that collection of mechanical drawings and even a few colored lithographs occupied all the time until night fell, making it too difficult to see details. Even then I was reluctant to give it up. So many wonderful things danced across my mind's eye, both from the book, and from my imagination. For example, we had never build a water wheel for power because spring floods frequently changed the river's course, but we did have a smaller one that brought water up to the cisterns. Some of the devices in the book, it seemed, could be used to turn a screw just by the release of water from the cisterns, providing power whenever needed. Another idea was to add a small boiler to the back of the stove and perhaps spin a turbine while cooking dinner. The possibilities seemed endless.
“Bonbon! Have you become a scholar?” I could just make out Lady Apowyl asking, entering to find me still staring at the book in my hands.
I looked up and even the surge of lust at the sight of her was less powerful than my desire to see what I could make. I opened the book and pointed to one showing an apparatus that lifted water from a stream to feed a factory's steam engine.
“Yes? Does this remind you of the little wheel at the farm?” Lady Apowyl asked kindly.
I wasn't quite sure how to answer it, but I settled for nodding.
“I knew you understand some of what I say,” she said softly into my ear as she began to untie the back of my dress.
I nodded again, though my interest in communication beginning to face serious threat from my interest in feeling Lady Apowyl with as much of my body as possible.
“Do you want me to make love to you?”
I nodded again, having noticed that I understood her Pilvish words. That was exciting and joyous, but first things first: I wanted a good hard fucking.
“Are you just nodding to everything I say?” she asked playfully.
I shook my head.
To my intense momentary disappointment, she stopped. “Wait, you do understand me?”
I nodded.
“Have you always understood me?” she asked, sounding vaguely upset.
It was another question that was hard to answer with a simple yes or no, but I settled on shrugging a sort of noncommittal 'no'.
“Hmm. But do you understand every word I'm saying now?”
I nodded.
“Can you actually read that Artannian book?”
I nodded.
“When did you... I guess you can't answer that. Were you Riannon's daughter?”
I decided to nod, since most of the people in Westfen had seemed to call Mother and myself Riannon, before I became Bonbon.
“Did you know you weren't Artannian? Or at least not all Artannian?”
I shook my head.
“Poor girl. Poor, poor girl,” she said, hugging me tenderly, “This must have been such a trial for you, sweet little Bonbon. I hope you don't hate me for what I've done.”
I shook my head vigorously, and she rewarded me with a kiss. And another kiss.
“Shall we-” she said, ending with a Pilvish word that I hadn't heard but seemed like vulgar slang for intercourse.
I nodded vigorously, so we did.
She took it slower than she ever had before, asking me questions throughout, discovering my favorite positions, and how much I enjoyed her lips on my giant nipples, and that every time she thought I might have had an orgasm, I had. It was the best experience of my life to that point, and when she finally had me returned to the stables to bed down with Tanir, I was comforted both by her promise to repeat it as soon as she possibly could and to make sure I would be supplied with all the books I desired once I returned to the farm.
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