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Onabreeder	By : FrigOfFury Category: +A through F > Breeding Season Views: 22706 -:- 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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The return was the very next day, and instead of riding in the beast wagons I was invited to sit with Renda, who said very little, but when she did speak, made clear she knew me to be a rational being who understood her words. The grooms did not seem so apprised, but they didn't question why I was to be fully clothed from them on, and allowed to occupy the master bedroom once we returned.
Once home and in possession of the proper supplies, I began drafting designs for new devices to allow me to resume my role as a farmer despite my altered shape. First and simplest was adding rails to the milking machine's cart so that I could rest my breasts and push it around easily, then adjust to present myself to monsters whose cum I wanted to harvest. I still brought Tanir around with me sometimes as a sort of companion and bodyguard against more aggressive onabeasts, but I no longer needed her at all times.
It completely shocked the grooms, and they rushed to help me build whatever I desired, especially as Renda had left and made it clear that I was in charge for as long as they remained on the farm per Lady Apowyl' orders. Most of them were handy with tools so I used them to improve the various barns, perform some maintenance of the equipment and basically do anything that required lot of moving about. I, meanwhile, focused on making sure I could still efficiently harvest and breed on my own, so if I no longer got Lady Apowyl's free help, I could go on.
On my third day home Lady Apowyl arrived with her retinue in the midmorning to deliver a number of books and see how I was getting along. Right at that moment I was in the busy hostrus barn manually milking one of my own heifers while being milked by the machine myself, and simultaneously enticing all the futastrus to take their turns with me. Given that I was mother to more than half the hostrus and sutastrus in there, it was a relatively obedient crowd, so my goal was to gather all their morning product in an hour.
“Bonbon seems to be in her element, my lady,” Merrith commented, the first warning that someone was watching.
“She is a treasure,” Lady Apowyl said. “We will wait patiently for her to finish.” Her emphasis on the word 'patient' seemed like a rebuke, but of whom I wasn't sure. Regardless, I was almost done by then, and tried to clamp down on Emmer extra hard with my vaginal muscles to hopefully make her finish faster.
Within minutes I was pushing the cart out of that stable to where Lady Apowyl and her people waited, looking very clean and sleek to me. Merrith looked at me like I was a naked farm worker with messy hair and semen sliding down her thighs. Which I was, of course, but Lady Apowyl looked at me very fondly, and I was familiar enough with Renda's habitual glare to know that her expression held some respect for an efficient fellow breeder.
“Good morning, Bonbon. Look what we have for you!” Lady Apowyl said, and Merrith handed Renda a brass tile that looked very similar to one of the ear tags I was wearing. Renda used a special tool to pop the rivet off that tag, then replaced it with with the brass tile. “See, Bonbon Riannon is a guild-licensed breeder now.”
“And a certified exotic onabeast of House Dehiliard,” Merrith added with a smug little smile.
“As I once was,” Renda added, and Merrith's expression closed back up.
“I would have liked to have done more for you, dear, but it seemed best to leave it at this,” Lady Apowyl told me apologetically.
I could only nod.
“Also, books! I already had a chest of them placed in the smaller south-facing room. Do you have a moment to return to the house?”
I nodded, and finished toweling myself off as best I could before Tanir helped me to follow them in.
“I understand you have been making drawings for the farm hands to follow,” Lady Apowyl said once we were inside again.
“It's a wonder she has any time to draw,” Merrith said, as I attempted to convince both Gent and Tanir that it was not an opportune moment to mount me.
“Merrith,” Lady Apowyl said mildly, “Please recall Lord Apowyl's words and be silent. Bonbon, I'm very interested in seeing these drawings of yours. Merrith will prepare us some tea while you fetch the drawings.”
I followed her directions as quickly as could, granted a relatively short mating session with Tanir to keep her happy. When I returned, I overheard Lady Apowyl and Renda discussing something in that Pilvish-like language I didn't know. As soon as they saw me returning, they went back to Pilvish.
“Excellent, excellent work. I think you must have a talent for this,” Lady Apowl said, looking at my designs.
I shook my head, and wrote on the edge of one page, 'just a beginning; I will make electricity,' then underlined the last word.
Lady Apowyl looked at what I'd written, then looked at me, then back at what I'd written. “You know the secrets of electricity?”
I nodded, and wrote, 'studied in Noldon. Invented machines.' Which I'd not been allowed to present to the society, and only portions of which I'd been able to bring with me. But I'd invented them, no matter what the old men would say.
Lady Apowyl didn't look skeptical; she looked delighted. “Truly exceptional. I must... Merrith, Renda, will you excuse us, and take, ah, Tanir with you?”
They bowed themselves out, Renda unhooking the chain from my collar to lead Tanir. Once they were gone she told me, “I wish to supply you with whatever you need to build these things, but I have already shown you so much preference. I...” she paused for a moment and said as an aside, “You should perhaps set those aside so they are not soiled.”
I moved the designs out of the way then spread my legs to make room her giant erection.
“You are simply ideal, Bonbon. I very much enjoy watching you holding your breasts like that while you bounce. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do, despite how inconvenient it must be. But what was I saying? Oh yes, I have shown you quite a bit of preference, which is a danger. You see, there were rumors than your mother and I had an improper relationship, back before you were born, and you can imagine how fraught the politics of the Lady Apowyl fraternizing with the enemy, especially given how strongly we have advocated for Artannians in the Parliament of Magi. The Marquis is in good odor with the more militant lords and ladies because of his great victory in this last war so he has some latitude in these things, but I have only my personal probity as protection.
“Oh, very nice,” she told me when I tried the same technique I'd used to finish Emmer off quickly, “Did you discover that trick on your own, Bonbon? You are becoming quite creative, dear. I really shouldn't be doing this all the time, but you are simply irresistible.
“But what was I saying? Oh yes, I'm worried that the rumors would return to cause trouble if I was known to be taking undue interest into Riannon's daughter. Obviously I do take quite an interest in you, dear, and it's quite due.” She underlined her point by latching onto one fat nipple into her mouth and running her tongue around it in a way that sent me right over the edge. I lost wider awareness for a moment, and when I returned, she had returned to talking to me over the slapping sound of her thighs smacking my buttocks rhythmically. “And no one can wonder at me being fond of a very special onabeast like you, Bonbon, but eventually it must out that you are Riannon's firstborn, and thus part Artannian. Which will be a sensation all in itself. I wish we might discover how you were sired, dear. You are so fertile with the futastrus that I would suspect a feral futastrus if you hadn't begun with such small breasts. A demon seems to be the only other possible answer, but it is unwise to assume too much. Oh!”
Apparently the convulsions of my second orgasm put her over the edge; I could feel her seed pressing into my womb. But of course a single ejaculation didn't finish her, and a moment later she resumed.
“I'm really not sure what to do, Bonbon. Do you like that name, little sweet? Good, I do too, and I think you will need to keep it. That horrible Cromwell woman has little jurisdiction over you now, but it would be very awkward if she argued that you are an Artannian citizen by adoption my Mr. Oakenfield. I think it would be best to pretend indefinitely that Miss Oakenfield and Bonbon Riannon are separate people.
“Oh, how I wish you could speak,” she said, then suckled at a nipple for a moment while I moaned in a somewhat cow-like fashion. “Though you are a very pretty little cow, aren't you, Bonbon? I don't think I've enjoyed anyone so extremely since I was a girl. Yes, moo for me. I like to know you enjoy me too.”
I followed directions, and I did a lot of mooing for the next little while as she focused on showing me how much she enjoyed every inch of me. Before the end I was totally spent and my muscles ached from the relentless orgasms, but she took no mercy and kept pounding me until she came one last time.
“Oh, my poor little cow,” she said cradling my still-impaled body to her chest and kissing the top of my head, “I tired you out. And filled you up.” Her fingers ran up an down my belly, tracing the ridge formed by her penis stretching from my vagina to about my belly-button before disappearing into the swell created by my cum-filled womb bulging out several inches. It was an amazing feeling, and one that made me glad I was an onabeast who could tolerate such stretching without pain, especially now that I could see that being an onabeast didn't mean giving up my mind and identity. Well, I'd given up some of my identity, but at that moment, I liked being Bonbon more than I'd ever liked being Miss Oakenfield. Even being Lady Apowyl's 'poor little cow' had a sweet, comfortable feel. My breasts were becoming overfull of milk, but like the rest of me they could tolerate a lot of stretching before they really got uncomfortable.
“Do you regret the size of your breasts?” Lady Apowyl asked, hefting them from behind.
I shook my head emphatically, because at that moment I was very proud of them and enjoyed how they felt.
“I'm glad. Naturally, it would be wisest to breed you with a few futaviettes, which should induce the opposite effect as breeding you with futastrusi did, but I admit that I will be sorry to see such a magnificent bosom go. I'm not sure if there's anything we could do about your feet, though hopefully the elevated-heel boots help?”
I nodded. I had to take shorter steps, but they seemed to work fine. Besides, they made me less short relative to everyone else.
“Good. I should warn you to avoid getting pregnant by any Artannian men until we've gotten you down to a smaller size. I have no idea if an Artannian could even make you pregnant, but if they did, they might disrupt your ability to change back. Even a Pilf might, though I doubt it's likely that you would become pregnant by a Pilf, as we do not easily interbreed with onabeasts, much less onabeasts with part Artannian ancestry. And don't worry about getting pregnant from me; we noble Pilfs are barely fertile even with non-noble Pilvans. They've interbred with onabeasts on and off for centuries but our slaves' offspring are considered commoners, and so not fit to continue the line.” She said the last sarcastically, as if she didn't agree.
“I always assumed that I would bear my own heir, sired by my brother Lord Apowyl, but he has more interest in my cock than my womb, you know. This doesn't shock you, does it? I know Artannians have much stricter rules about breeding with close relatives. We don't really worry about it until the third or fourth generation. Let's see if we can find a place to let you drain without making too much of a mess.” She supported my breasts with one arm and my legs with the other, then walked me into the kitchen where I languidly pointed out a collection pan. The amount of her semen that gushed out of me into it was staggering.
“If only it wasn't so long between visits,” Lady Apowyl sighed, toweling us off. “I want you to build these things you envision, Bonbon. I can't just give you a fortune in equipment, but I can help you get a license to sell your milk into Pilvia proper where I expect you will get excellent prices for it. The prices at the fair were good, of course, but you produce so much a wider market would be better. And I'll arrange for the loan of a futaviette, though don't worry, it will take some months before we reduce your magnificence.” She gave me a little kiss on my lips and each nipple, then left to have Tanir fetched.
She wasn't due to return for at least a week, but Margo and Roxie both visited and we had productive conversations via the written word, giving me a chance to explain some of how I came to be loaned to Lady Apowyl and then purchased as part of her permanent collection. Roxie tried to figure out how my nipple rings stopped and started milk expression but besides making a mess we didn't accomplish much. My meetings with Margo were a little more productive, though less entertaining, as she had only bad news on the legal front. The Guild's legal objection was stopped on a demand that Miss Oakenfield appear before the judge in person, and Lady Apowyl's payment for my purchase was held in tax escrow pending the outcome of the case. Further, interest rates were being raised to funds rates, so my monthly payment would be 3,750 pounds, which was about a thousand pounds more than I thought I had any chance of paying without Lady Apowyl's money.
“The court did, uh, offer a way to help make the payment,” Margo said tentatively.
“Yes?”
“The Collier farm will pay eight hundred pounds a week for a re-loan. Of you. Up to three weeks unlimited use.”
The Colliers were well-connected with the Artannian government and also had the largest licensed breeding farm in all of Far Grenning with as much land as my farm had on paper, except actually used from end to end. They were also the ones to whom I suspected Delilah wanted to force me to sell my farm. 'What does unlimited mean?' I wrote.
“It means they can treat you like one of their own animals, breeding you as much as and however they wish, manage your feed, and all that. They do have to return you in good health, of course.”
'What if I want out?' I asked.
“The terms are that you would have to repay the entire contract amount of 2,400 pounds, regardless of when you cancelled, as long as it's before the contract is complete. If they let you go early, though, they only have to pay through the end of that week. It's not really fair, but that's actually guild rules. I'm really sorry.”
I thought about it for a moment, wondering if lady Apowyl would pay the taxes me if I asked her to. I decided she would, but I didn't want her to, knowing what it would likely do to her ambitions. 'I accept. Have Jrusk come to watch the farm while I'm gone,' I wrote, then signed the loan agreement.
“Are you sure?” Margo asked with a worried look.
I nodded, and she went to deliver it.
Two days later the Collier farm wagon arrived to take me away. They were not intentionally cruel, though it was clear that they did not intend to treat me as an intelligent creature in any way. They had me eat out of a trough with the hostrusi, eating a barely-edible mash filled with ingredients that were supposed to increase milk production. They also shoved a bundle of herbs designed for the same purpose up my arsehole, which wasn't quite comfortable. I can't say if it was the mash, the suppository, or something, else, but I started feeling very strange right from the start.
They bred me with just one particularly prodigious stallion at first, but to my own surprise I still didn't get pregnant. He mounted me at least three times the second day – I might have missed one because I was feeling so discombobulated. Between times they milked me almost non-stop. It was hard to judge how much I was producing because hand milking was more variable than the electric milker, but it seemed like a lot.
On the third day I felt downright inebriated, though not with drink. I didn't feel good, but I was strangely calm, somewhat confused, and very obedient. It made it easier to deal with being hooked up to an electric milker that had not been properly modified for hostrusi, and was thus much less comfortable, particularly for the long milking sessions I needed to endure. I was also mounted by more onabeasts that my somewhat frustrated breeder caretakers introduced in succession as they tried to get me pregnant.
My memory of the fourth day is somewhat fragmentary, but I do remember them switching out the large milk cans during the midst of a single milking session. I also think I spent almost ever minute of the day with a cock in me. It was relentless. I got the impression they had every male animal on the whole farm mount me at least once.
After that, I couldn't tell you from what day my memories came. I'm not sure if it was a hallucination or a memory, but I remember Delilah standing with a well-to-do farmer, watching me as I was taken from both ends like I was a spit-roast, though beneath me was the milker rather than a fire. I wasn't able to quite focus my eyes, but it seemed like she might be masturbating to the sight. Other than that, my memories were all of being fastened in various positions for easy access while being milked. I don't recall being given a place to bed down; if my memories were at all reliable, I was chained to an elevated platform so that onabeasts could mount me even while I slept. Several times Artannian farm hands also had their way with me, which I knew was a Bad Thing, though I couldn't think of why and I was so demented at the time that my primary thought was disappointment at their insignificant endowments..
Eventually I completed the contract period and was sent back to my own farm, though I don't recall any of that trip; my first memory was of being in a stall in the hostrusi barn, attached to the stall ring by chain from it to my neck loop, and attached to the milker by my teats. The futastrusi were welcoming me with their usual enthusiasm while I mooed in a mixture of pleasure and distress at breasts so overfilled I could hardly comprehend it. When the futastrusi were finished with me I was basically pinned to the floor by breasts swollen so large I couldn't even milk myself, and the milker had stopped when it filled the canister some time ago. I mooed loudly for help, and an attendant finally came to change the cans, though whoever it was didn't look into the stall, so I remained there until the morning, enticing the hostrusi and futastrusi to suckle, or to fuck me, since coming helped me release milk. To top it all off, I could feel but not see the slightly protruding belly that meant I was about two days pregnant with something.
I got more relief in the morning when the cans were swapped again, and then Jrusk found me about an hour later when he noticed the canister was already full again and I was mooing uncontrollably. He unhooked me from the wall and reattached me to Tanir, then indicated to the somewhat bemused futastrus to keep me near the milker where I could trade out the canisters when I filled them. Then I waved him off because I didn't want the fellow watching while I mooed contentedly. While alone I tried to stop myself from mooing, but it felt reflexive, and I gave it us because I was so exhausted. Jrusk didn't return the entire hour I spent milking myself out, so I was able to meet him with tolerable dignity when I opened up the stall door and led Tanir back to the house.
I went straight to the bath to clean up after weeks of only occasional and dilatory washings, and by the time I was done my breasts were becoming dismayingly heavy again. We went back so I could milk out again, when I went to find Jrusk and release him after he gave me a summary of what happened while I was gone.
Lady Apowyl, Merrith and Renda visited while I was cooking an perhaps excessively-enormous dinner for myself while attached to the milker and worrying about running out of battery power. I had at least taken the precaution of donning one of the dresses made for me that allowed easy milking, so I hoped to look my best, or at least as well as I could under the circumstances.
“Bonbon! Aren't you pretty!” my lady said joyously when she saw me.
I turned toward her as far as I could with milkers still on my teats, and to my intense mortification, I let out a 'moo' of joy.
Lady Apowyl merely seemed to find this endearing and laughed with delight. “I'm so glad to see you again, my little cow! I heard you were at that awful Artannian farm and they were very upset that they couldn't get you pregnant. Serves those barbarians right that they finally get you breeding when they're released you back to the farm.. What's att this food? Are you expecting company for dinner?”
I mostly suppressed the 'moo' that tried to escape and shook my head. Without something to write with there was no way to explain further.
“You're going to eat all this?” she asked, looking at the various pots and pans.
I shook my head and pointed to her with a little wink and a moo.
“Yes! Absolutely. Merrith, I'm dining with Bonbon tonight.”
“My lady, you're expected at Lord Fallren's table tonight.”
“Yes yes, please take my regrets.”
“My lady, what could I say that,” she objected, but Lady Apowyl talked over her.
“That is your job, Merrith. Improvise. Renda, please take Tanir back to the barn.”
“Yes, my lady,” Renda said, and left, dragging Merrith and Tanir with her.
That left Lady Apowyl holding me up, whispering things in my ear that made me moo excitedly. I was so hungry that I remained more or less focused on cooking for a little while, but that only lasted until Lady Apowyl had my dress off. Fortunately she was quite capable of finishing the dinner while balls deep in her mooing little cow.
I couldn't really eat while her enormous dong was pushing on my stomach, but fortunately she was willing to pause after only coming in me once, then she helped me balance my plate on the tops of my boobs so I could eat.
“I can't deny it, Bonbon. I have missed you terribly. I don't want you to go away any more. Please don't go away any more, okay.”
I mooed happy agreement.
“I love that happy little moo of yours,” she said breathily, and I mooed again, torn between two powerful hungers. Three, in fact. I hungered for food, to come, and for Lady Apowyl to come because of me. The first two were mutually-exclusive, but the last I could do without compressing my stomach. I dribbled a little bit of oil between my enormous breasts, then wrapped them around her erection, then moving them up and down and all around, watching her expression closely. Yes, it was working, and I went faster and harder, licking at her cock head vigorously.
“Oh by the five signs, you are made for this my little cow,” she told me, and in less time than I would have thought possible with her, I'd coaxed another gout of white fluid from her, splattering pretty much everything: my face, hair, breasts, shoulders, and food. Well, I didn't mind eating her cum by itself, so I was perfectly fine with it as a condiment.
Afterwards she returned the favor by expertly tugging on my nipples, which after my ordeal were as big around as a silver crown and as long as my thumb. The knockers had just enough clearance to be raised, which Lady Apowyl did so that I also dowsed some of my food with my own milk. Pressure from her toe on the little nub above my vagina was enough to make me come as well, and after that she let me eat mostly in silence. She was silent, and I just made happy mooing sounds. When I was full, she heated up some of the leftovers and ate them herself, complimenting me on my farm cooking.
To my surprise, she didn't fuck me again as soon as I was finished eating. Instead we took another bath together before setting up two lamps so we could discuss my drawings in more detail. When the milker finally ran out of battery, she stood behind me and milked me manually while the conversation continued late into the night. She even took me out to the barns so I could make sure the undergrooms who were still on the farm had completed all their tasks.
It must have been midnight before we retired to the master bed and made love until the sun rose.
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