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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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One of the undergrooms woke me by wrestling the milker with replaced batteries into my room and placing the teatcups near me. “Complements of the Marchioness, Miss,” the undergroom told me, and fled.
After milking out I felt much better. I was confused but cautiously optimistic when I realized that my belly hadn't gotten noticeably larger. Apparently I was merely a little fat, not pregnant.
Margo visited almost as soon as I was dressed, welcoming me back and asking if I was upset with her. There had been times when I'd cursed her name, of course, but I'd long since put aside any unfair resentment, and I said that as long as I got the money promised I was happy. Apparently they'd tried not to pay because they hadn't been able to get me pregnant, but Margo had pointed out that not only was fertility not promised, they had also obtained hundreds of gallons of milk.
'Hundreds? I wrote, half of me incredulous, and the other half calculating that I had produced at least ten gallons of milk since I'd gotten home, and drank buckets of water.
“Yeah, apparently you reacted extra strongly to their secret lactation booster mix. That's why they were so desperate to breed you.”
'How long to wear off?'
“It should have worn off already,” Margo sighed.
I mooed sadly and pointed to the teatcups even then attached to my nipples.
“The bright side is that you'll have a lot of milk to sell,” Margo said sympathetically.
She was right; I produced more milk than all the hostrusi and futastrusi combined. It didn't immobilize me, but it meant that I had to keep the undergrooms on to do most of the tasks I would have done for myself. I also found that I couldn't charge the batteries enough to milk everyone out ever day, and so we had to return to significant amounts of hand-milking again. I trained Tanir to milk me while she fucked me, so that took care of several of my needs, but I also sent away for more battery materials and a new dynamo.
Despite the inconvenience, though, I was happy to have resumed something of my farm life, and if I had developed a habit of mooing reflexively, well, if a marchioness finds ones mooing to be fetching, that means it's a fetching habit. Roxie visited the next day to see how the farm was coming along and congratulated me on my personal productivity, as well as my ability to consume vast meals to maintain it. Indeed, when she arrived I'd had a pencil in one hand and a piece of bread wrapped around an egg in the other. Being the entirely-practical person that she was, she noted the heaviness of my breasts after a full hour since my last milking and hand-milked me while we were chatting as if it was something she did every day. She also thought I was a couple days pregnant and when I told her I was just a little fat, she looked surprised, but accepted it without question.
Lady Apowyl came back to visit again after only three days, riding a beautiful roan mare up to the front door just as I was pushing my cart out after inspecting the barn.
I waved and mooed to draw her attention, and she leapt down from her horse to come meet me. “Bonbon! Are you finished for the evening? Please tell me you are.”
I nodded and mooed inquisitively.
“I just miss you, sweet, and I didn't want to have to delay. Here, let me help you,” she said, before picking me up and bearing me into the house. We didn't make it upstairs before she decided another second was too long a wait, and she had me bent over the couch arm. Even though I'd had sex one way or another dozens of times out on the farm that day alone, I felt like a starving woman given a meat pie, or a drunkard getting her first drink after a long dry spell. Maybe Lady Apowyl felt the same; certainly she came quickly the fist time, before moving me the rest of the way up to the master bedroom to continue our lovemaking.
“Maybe you should take one of the ground floor rooms instead,” she told me later, after carrying the electrical milker and its heavy batteries up the stairs to milk me. “I don't mind, but I don't like to think you sitting up here uncomfortably full, waiting for a hostrus to help you down the stairs. Or, could these hoses be made longer, so the machine remains below while milking up here?” I started writing my answer, and she added, “And I'm sending you a proper lamp. You shouldn't have to make do with just that little taper.”
'The batteries could remain below, but the machine must come up,' I answered her question, then added, 'Are you sure it's wise to send me more things?'
“It is not, but this is intolerable,” she said crossly, “You are almost the only thing I really enjoy any more, yet I must maintain this appearance of distance. I don't know if I wish to sack the fools in the Parliament of Magi, or Noldon. Perhaps both would be best.” She sighed. “Your Saint Lily has the right idea. The way to peace is for us all to lay together with one-another in generosity. Though I am a hypocrite; I have never been so glad to have secured you in my personal collection,” she placed a hand purposefully over the brand on my butt cheek, and in my post-coital glow the sensation of being her prized possession made me feel proud. I might be a branded animal, but I was a marchioness' branded animal who was worth a small fortune.
“I will receive more requests to hire you away, I'm sure, once word travels. I do not intend to grant them, of course.” She stroked my breasts absently and I mooed dreamily. “Oh, you must be tired. I should let you sleep, my sweet.”
When rhythmic thrusts woke me the next morning it excited me with the thought that she'd stayed with me throughout the night, but then suffered the crushing disappointment of realizing a second later that it was just Tanir. At least she had become quite expert in milking me, and soon we were on our way for the morning rounds. She was also getting to be quite useful there, positioning me just where I needed to be to collect diwarg produce, for example. I thought with a bit more training she might even take the milker cart around to some of the hostrusi while I was busy with the kettin. She was certainly one of the smartest onabeasts on the farm, and seemed naturally decisive rather than passive. Many of her decisions revolved around what would allow her to mount me more times, but that was the nature of onabeasts.
While I'd been away the herds had grown, adding many young animals, including a futaket Emmer had sired from my favorite ket, so even with the two farm hands helping in the morning an afternoon I had plenty to do to make sure the farm was getting every drop of production I could extract from breasts, cocks and vaginas. I began thinking of various approaches to allow me to do more things at once, and started the drafting of a special structure that would allow me to make my hindquarters and breast available and properly positioned for onabeast use while leaving my head and arms free to work on my drawings.
It took a couple tries to get it right, but by the time Lady Apowyl visited again, I had a working prototype. She kindly helped me test it, and showed that it worked well when it neatly captured the copious semen that poured out from my vagina when she pulled out. That excited her, so we had to test it a couple more times.
That and other little efficiency improvements allowed me to stay ahead of the growing farm and even get a little time for other things. I arranged for a very large and impressive Kala man from town by the name of Levi to come and build a work shed for me, which he did with astonishing speed and rippling muscles. He was almost as silent as I was, which seemed to suit us both, and I resolved to always hire him from then on. I also improved the milking cart with better wheels and brakes, as well as sconces for food and drink to make it easier to keep myself fed while I was out collecting.
My belly kept growing, though, and soon I could no longer deny it: I must be pregnant. The dismaying thing, though, was that it was proceeding so slowly that I thought the father must have been one of the Artannian hands at Collier Farm. What would I do with an Artannian baby of unknown parentage? Probably it would be wisest to give it up as a foundling, but I didn't like the idea of creating an abandoned child. I wanted to ask Lady Apowyl, but she had to go away to speak before Parliament.
There was little I could do but wait and see, though, so I bided my time and focused on improvements in the farm as winter approached. By my fourth week back from Collier Farm, though, I looked five or six months pregnant, and I began to wonder what in the world I was carrying.
Eventually I got so worried that I got up the courage to ask Merrith translate my written Artannian questions into Pilvish for Renda to answer.
“If it has Artannian blood, it spends less time in the Shaded World,” Renda told me somewhat cryptically. Seeing my lack of comprehension, she expanded, “Have you not noticed that most onabeasts deliver in three days what takes you a quarter moon? Artiannian-sired young must be even slower.”
'The Shadow World?' I asked, and Merrith looked at me like I was an idiot before translating for Renda.
“That is what we the place where you go to be brought up by the spirits of your ancestors. Do you not remember?”
I shook my head.
“That is a little surprising. Every intelligent onabeast I know remembers their time in the Shadow World. They say that pureblood ferals do not, but you are not pure feral, and I remember vividly despite being part feral myself. Perhaps it is your Artannian blood. We shall await your next litter and see what we have.”
That tacit offer of Renda's support was more reassuring than I thought it would be, and I refocused myself on getting the farm in shape before the first snows. I assembled another dynamo so the windmill charged the batteries more efficiently, and improved the wiring so that the batteries not always need be removed from their shed to be used. I installed pedal-operated tools and mounted the pedals so I could reach them easily. I got Tanir special booties and a cloak so that she'd be comfortable taking me around as it got colder and colder. I even showed her how to dress her glorious tangerine-colored hair like mine, if somewhat more simply. When Lady Apowyl returned, she would be proud, I was sure.
It was the night of the first real snow that I finally bore a little Pilvish girl with my nose and Lady Apowyl's eyes. It was the happiest moment of my life.
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