Chapter 15


Kirsten giggled as Wendy fastened the chain from the platform to her collar. "That ought to keep us safe. Is that the thickest one they make?"

Wendy grunted as she squeezed the enormous padlock closed. "Biggest one Tom could find, anyway."

Karen looked on and shook herself, making her own chain jingle. "It kind of pulls my neck down, but I'll get used to it. I'm glad we're finally getting the stand going again!"

Kirsten nodded enthusiastically. "It's like things are getting back to normal, finally. Is Clary going to take a turn out here?"

Wendy, watching Ashley stir in her sleep in the basket she shared with Adrienne, said absently, "There's no hurry. She'll tell us when she's ready." She looked at her watch. "Ready for me to open up?"

Kirsten said "Go for it!" and winked at Karen.

Wendy left the stand by its back entrance and came around to the front to pull the swinging door up and latch it. "I think we've already got a customer."

Karen squinted against the glare of the car's side windows to try to see who was inside. "Is there somebody in there? They must be able to see we're open now."

Wendy took a second look at put her hand to her mouth. "Oh! I recognize that car! That's Clarence's car."

Kirsten laughed. "Well, is he in it, or did he just drop his car off for us and walk home?"

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be out in a minute. Or a few. He did the same thing before. I'm sure Natalie told you he's a little shy."

Karen bounced on her front hooves. "Tom must have called him! How do I look?" She turned to face Kirsten.

"A little horny, if you ask me." She looked up at Wendy. "Why didn't Tom tell us?"

Wendy shook her head. "He didn't even tell me. I'm not sure he called him. Clarence may just have seen one of the signs."

Karen looked away from the painful glare. "Wave to him, Wendy. Look friendly."

Wendy directed a casual wave at the car. A few seconds later, the door opened and Clarence emerged. He seemed to take a deep breath, and at last started walking towards the stand.

When he reached the halfway point, both cows called out a cheery "Hi, Clarence." He froze for a moment, looking surprised, and then forced himself into motion again.

When he reached the stand, Wendy held out her hand for him to shake, then changed her mind and threw her arms around him for a tight hug. Looking slightly panicked, Clarence moved as if to get away, not understanding what was happening. Wendy maintained her hold while explaining to his left ear, "I just wanted to thank you for helping us get Clarissa back. We're all very grateful." She patted him and let go.

His face red, his darting eyes slid past Wendy and lingered on the two girlcows. "Oh, it was... really, it was nothing. Is, uhhh... I was thinking m-maybe Natalie would be here?" He stated it as a question.

Wendy shook her head. "She's not working today..."

Karen interrupted her. "Did Tom tell you why we wanted to see you?"

He looked stunned, not accustomed, as much as he fervently wished for it, to having personal conversations with girlcows he had never even met before. "Wanted...? Uhhh, no..."

Karen rolled her eyes and sighed. "I knew he wouldn't do it. Wendy, could you get out your cell phone, please? Dial Tom, and then hold the phone for me."

Clarence's jaw was working as he struggled to understand anything that was happening. "I... Maybe I should go..." He took a step back.

Karen looked up from watching Wendy take out her phone. "No!" Seeing him flinch, she went on, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. But please don't go, Clarence, okay? We've got something nice planned for you, really, you'll like it."

Clarence shuffled his feet, torn between the desire to get away from so much unexpected attention and the need to find out what mysteries the unaccountably attentive girlcow might be offering him. He stayed there, sweating, as Wendy pushed the speed-dial button and held the phone up to Karen's ear.

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Tom was just entering the tool shed as his phone beeped. Dropping the shovel in his haste to pull the phone out of his pocket, wondering how anything could be going wrong at the stand so soon, he finally untangled it from his pocket, opened it and shouted, "Hello?"

A tinny voice, not Wendy's, said cheerfully, "Hi there, Farmer Tom. You busy?"

He cursed and was about to disconnect when he suddenly realized whose voice it was. Not that it was easy to tell Karen's voice from Kirsten's, with no visual cues to help. He'd had a whole lifetime to learn to tell them apart, but only by sight. But something commanding in her tone helped make the distinction. He held the phone out at arm's length and stared at it, until he decided the receiver itself was not going to clarify why Karen was calling him. Or how. He put it back to his ear, still theorizing something must be wrong at the stand, and was preventing Wendy herself from calling. "Karen? Is Wendy okay?"

"Who do you think's holding the phone? Never mind that. Clarence is here."

He squeezed his eyes shut. Shit, he explained to himself. "Listen, Karen, I've been meaning to call him..."

"Well, no need now! Just come on out front here and talk to the man himself!"

"Really, I am a little busy..."

"It'll keep. He's here, he's waiting. Just get your butt out here." He could hear Kirsten chortling in the background.

He shook his head, thinking for the thousandth time that having your own sisters as slaves was not nearly as satisfying as it sounded. He sighed. "Okay, coming."

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Tom arrived as Wendy was telling Clarence that Clarissa was doing very well -- still a little self-conscious about her hair, but it was no longer very much shorter than her sisters', and that she had not yet gone into town with Tom and wasn't ready for the milking stand yet, and that she had not yet been willing to part with the chain linking her with Natalie... Clarence's eyes lit up briefly at the mention of Natalie. Tom cleared his throat as he approached, and Clarence spun his head quickly to regard Tom, with a look of foreboding in his eyes. His fear and respect for the man who owned the girls of his dreams was mixed with gratitude for having been allowed to borrow one for a short time.

Tom shook hands with Clarence and started to speak, realizing at that point he wasn't quite sure how to start. "Errr..."

Karen jumped in to fill the void. "What Tom's trying to tell you is that all of us cows have thought of a way to show you how grateful we are that you helped find Clary, and we have a proposition for you."

Clarence looked wide-eyed at Karen, and quickly back at Tom, who nodded, glad Karen had found a way to introduce the subject. "They'd like to have you come over..."

Karen interrupted. "No, we were thinking we'd take turns going to his house."

Tom glared at her. "You didn't mention that before!"

"Didn't I? Sorry, I just thought that was obvious. There's not really any place private enough here, and I don't think he wants to be seen around dairy farms too much anyway. And I'm sure he just would be very much more comfortable in his own place. Isn't that true, Mr. Newton?"

Clarence, his jaw hanging loosely, could only nod vaguely.

Tom desperately tried to decide where he could draw the line, and realized hopelessly that the best time for doing that had passed during the original conversation on the subject. He knew his failure to say No had become a Yes by default, and it seemed too late now to break what amounted to a promise to the girls. Blinking and trying to breathe evenly, he asked, "How would you get there? I don't imagine he'd be too comfortable walking a girlcow into his house, in front of the neighbors." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Clarence turn even paler than usual.

Karen turned back to Clarence again. "Mr. Newton, does your house have an attached garage?" Clarence, now holding his hand over his pounding heart, nodded again. She looked back at Tom. "There, he can drive straight into his garage and we can go into the house from there."

Tom took a deep breath and expelled it forcefully. "Look, I'm not just going to let him drive off with one of my cows. Remember how we felt when Clarissa was missing? We're not taking a chance on going through that again."

"Tom, this isn't the same thing..."

"You don't know that! It's too big a chance..." He stopped suddenly, at the look in Karen's eyes.

Looking more like a bear set to attack than a physically disabled girlcow, she said slowly, "Tom, we need to get this worked out somehow."

Wendy put her hand on Tom's forearm. "Honey, what if we did this? I'd drive one of the girls over in Gail's car, and Mr. Newton would give me the pink slip and keys to his car. I drive Gail's car back home, and go back and pick our cow up later. That way he's at home with no transportation, until I go pick her up. And if anything does happen, we own his car."

Tom bit his lip. "A car's not worth a stolen girlcow."

Karen said, "No, but his house is. You could draw up a contract for him to sign that says if he sells one of us illegally or somehow runs off with one of us himself, the house is yours." She looked at Clarence. "But that's okay, because you would never do anything like that, would you, Mr. Newton?"

Clarence started to nod, changing it to a head skake as it slowly filtered into his mind that that was the more appropriate response this time. He fought with the nagging feeling that he was jumping to conclusions as to the nature of the "dates" with the girls. "Wh-wh-what would we... uhhh, do, wh-wh-when you're at... uhhh, my house?"

She smiled at him. "Anything you want us to do."

Luckily, he fell backwards instead of forwards, so there was no danger of bashing his head against the platform.

Wendy knelt quickly and felt Clarence's chest, determining that he was at least breathing more easily than he had been while conscious. "Sweety, could you hand me the water bottle? It's behind the counter."

Karen looked up at Tom as he stretched across the platform, reaching for the bottle. "When he comes to, can we tell him it's a deal?

Tom sighed. "If he goes along with the contract."

Kirsten bumped her hip happily against Karen's and kissed her. "Tell him before he stands up again. He's had enough nasty bumps for one day."

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Wendy turned Gail's car onto Clarence's street, and reached for the garage door opener Clarence had given her. "All this sneaking around makes me feel like we're breaking the law."

Karen's reply from under the blanket in the back seat was slightly muffled. "You know we're not, though. Clarence is just nervous about his neighbors knowing he's getting girlcow deliveries."

Wendy pressed the button. In the middle of the block, a garage door swung slowly open. "Do you suppose there's anything he's not nervous about?"

Karen giggled. "Right at this moment? No, probably not. I'll try to make it easy on him and not give him a heart attack."

Wendy sighed, swinging the car into the driveway, passing Clarence's familiar car parked at the curb. "Oh, thanks so much, Karen. Now there's one more thing for me to worry about."

"Oh, stop it, Wendy. Nothing's going to happen! Nothing bad, I mean. A nice time will be had by all. Oh, it got dark! Are we in the garage?"

"Yes, we're here." She pressed the button again, and bit her lip as the door swung closed behind her and the overhead light came on. She wished this wasn't happening so soon after getting Clarissa back. Of course, if Clarissa hadn't been taken, and rescued with Clarence's help, they wouldn't be here in this garage at all. That entire scenario seemed far preferable all around.

She remained in the driver's seat, taking deep breaths to try to slow her pounding heart. "So where is he?"

Karen laughed. "Remember how long it took him to talk himself into getting himself out of his car at the stand? Let's assume we've got about an hour to wait here. Oh, is that him?" She'd heard the sound of a door opening.

"Uh-huh." Wendy opened her door and got out as Clarence hesitantly approached.

Karen shook her head free of the blanket and looked out the side window -- the side she was facing, as it happened, was the one Clarence was on. She beamed at him. "Hi, Master Clarence." Natalie had suggested calling him that. It seemed to have been a good idea: a small amount of the tension visibly drained out of him.

He looked back at Wendy, who was at least three inches taller than he was. "I - I - I wanted to thank you again, Mrs. Martin..." He seemed to intend to go on, but he looked back at Karen and words failed him at that point.

Wendy smiled. "Our thanks go to you. Really. We have Clarissa back because of you."

Clarence shook his head. "Oh, I hardly..." He stopped, as if it had occurred to him that, if he really convinced her how minor his role had been, she might take the reward away. "Ummm... it was my pleasure."

"Now," Wendy began, slightly more sternly than she meant to, "You remember the ground rules. You're not to take her out of the house, or let anyone else come over while she's here, you won't do anything with her that she doesn't want you to do, and you're absolutely not to hurt her in any way."

Clarence gulped during the rules recitation, and his eyes flew open wide at the mention of hurting her. "Oh, my! I'd never dream of hurting her! Please believe me."

From the car, Karen said soothingly, "It's okay, Master Clarence. I know you'd never do anything bad to me. If I thought you were like that, I wouldn't be here."

Clarence smiled gratefully at her. Karen looked up at Wendy and cleared her throat. "A little help here."

Wendy tapped the side of her head. "Oh, right." Karen's stubby legs couldn't easily negotiate the steps down from the seat to the garage floor.

As Wendy bent to throw the blanket the rest of the way off, and absently smoothed out Karen's short hair which the blanket had ruffled slightly, she heard Clarence's suppressed gasp, now that he had visual proof that there was a real girlcow here in his own garage. Wendy wrapped an arm around Karen's waist and awkwardly lifted her down to the floor. Karen stood and grinned up at Clarence, easily able to see the bulge at the top of his pants. As Wendy reached back into the car for Karen's leash, Clarence said, "Oh, I have one of those, inside, if that's okay."

Wendy looked at him, slightly surprised. "Oh, okay." She put the leash down and reach for Karen's water bottle.

"I, uhh, have one of those too."

Wendy straightened up, smiling, trying not to laugh. "Where did you get this stuff?" It was hard to picture Clarence walking calmly up to a store counter with his purchase of girlcow accessories.

"Oh, uhh, there's a Web site."

Wendy nodded her head -- yes, she thought, that explains it perfectly. "Well, let's go inside then."

Clarence led the way into the house. The entrance from the garage took them through a small laundry room into the kitchen. It was small but very neat, with a small breakfast table and a single chair, in addition to the usual kitchen counters and appliances, and in the corner, next to the table, two bowls, one large and one small, sitting next to each other on a very nice small oval brown fur rug that looked as though it might be very expensive. Wendy momentarily thought the bowls were for a dog, but there was no evidence that Clarence had a pet, and then suddenly realized they were for Karen. Mealtime, it appeared, would be a little more elegant than Karen was accustomed to, and Wendy smiled at the thought of the time and expense Clarence had gone to to get ready for his visitor.

She heard a jingling sound and looked back at Clarence, and heard a gasp from Karen that echoed her own. Clarence was holding the leash he had bought for her. It was a very lightweight chain, and the silvery shine of the links reflected the bright light of the kitchen in an almost blinding way. Wendy, who thought of leashes merely in functional terms, had no idea they could be this beautiful.

Karen's voice sounded awe-struck. "Wow, Cl -- Master Clarence. You really... wow!"

Wendy looked back at the fur rug under the food bowls, and back at the leash. "Clarence, this is absolutely none of my business, but can you really afford all this?"

He was smiling down at Karen, pleased at her reaction. "Oh, I used up some of my.... errr, savings. I don't think I could have spent it better."

Wendy suspected the savings in question were intended for the purchase of a girlcow of his own. Clarence had probably decided that the current arrangement was worth setting back the purchase a few months. She smiled at him. "I apologize for asking."

Clarence absently waved off the apology as he knelt and clipped the leash to the ring on Karen's collar, while she twisted her head slightly to make it easier for him.

Wendy looked at her watch. "It's six o'clock now. I'll be back to pick her up at nine. Remember, as Tom said, it's possible we may let the girls spend the night here if the early visits go well."

"Hmmm? Oh, yes! I'm sure... well, I'll do my best." He stood and accepted Wendy's offered hand and shook it.

Wendy knelt and gave Karen a hug, kissing her on the cheek. She felt the way she imagined she was going to feel years from now when her daughters went out on their first date. She wished fervently there were some way Karen could dial a phone if something went wrong, but at least Clarence's solicitude had inspired a certain amount of trust in her -- enough to get her out the door, at least. "I'll be back in a few hours."

Karen giggled. "Not if you don't leave to begin with. Now go!"

Wendy laughed and kissed her cheek again, and stood up. She shook hands with Clarence once more, and finally realized she had used up all the necessary amenities and had no excuse not to leave.

"Clarence, why don't you stay here with your guest, and I'll show myself back out."

Clarence tore his eyes away from Karen barely in time to be polite. "Oh, yes. Thank you again."

"And thank you, Clarence." She blew one last kiss towards Karen and left through the laundry room.

Karen watched her leave, then looked expectantly up at Clarence. When he did nothing but look expectantly back, she said, over the sound of the car engine starting, "Master Clarence, do you have a mirror you can get down here? I want to see how the leash looks on me."

"oh, err... Ah, yes, there's a full-length mirror inside the closet door. In the..." He blushed. "...uhhh... the bedroom."

She smiled up at him, feeling certain he hadn't imagined there might be some excuse to get to the bedroom quite that quickly. "Could you take me there, please?"

"Oh, ummm... sure." He walked hesitantly towards the door at the far end of the kitchen, looking back at her as she followed him, the gorgeous leash swinging slightly from side to side, his attention on her so fixed that he banged his elbow painfully on the kitchen door, making Karen wince in sympathetic pain. They had entered the small but very neat living room, featuring a soft-looking sofa facing a television, and several framed pictures on the walls. Her eye was caught by the largest of these, hanging above and behind the television, an oversized color photograph. Karen noted the existence of the photo on her first visual sweep of the room, and looked back at it quickly as it registered on her what the subject was.

"Wait a minute, Master Clarence." He stopped, and she walked around him, looking up intently at the picture.

The large blow-up showed a girlcow, about half life-size, looking back at the camera. Her face was expertly made up for the shot, with red lipstick, blush, and light violet eye-shadow. Her short girlcow hair was carefully brushed so that not a strand was out of place. Though naked, of course, she was wearing something like pink booties covering her hooves, with a lacy trim at their tops. Her collar was a silvery chain, with a matching leash that looked similar, though not identical, to the one Karen was now wearing herself. She looked as though she had stopped in mid-stride, one hind leg forward and the other back, her forelegs similarly posed, her head turned to look at the camera, the smile on her face making it obvious she was surprised and pleased to see you, the viewer. Her back was arched to push her enormous breasts forward so that the nipple on the near one was visible, with a single bead of white moisture at its tip. She looked very innocent, and at the same time very desirable, very erotic.

In a hushed voice, Karen said, "She's gorgeous. Who is she?"

Clarence gave a short, embarrassed laugh. "I don't have any idea. I just liked the picture."

Tearing her eyes away, Karen looked around at the other pictures, a couple of them even more provocative, on the other walls. The one on the wall behind her was a color photo of another girlcow, facing about three-quarters to the camera, with dark hair, high cheekbones and full sensual lips, her make-up in darker shades matching her hair color. Though she was in an elegantly-furnished studio, and standing on a rumpled white blanket, she was being milked: suction cups trailing long, transparent plastic tubes that ran out beyond camera range were attached to both breasts, the interiors of the tubes a brilliant white, suggesting the milking was well in progress. A third suction cup, also trailing a tube, was attached to her pussy, the tube in this case showing a fluid of a subtly different color, a pearly shade clearly meant to be interpreted as sexual secretions. Her head was turned nearly towards the camera, but she seemed unaware of its existence: her eyes closed, mouth slightly open, she looked well down the road towards orgasm.

Looking around, Karen saw that none of the pictures included anyone but girlcows. Clarence apparently didn't want any additional company when he was with his cows -- he wanted them to be there for him alone.

Karen was startled by the odd thought that these photos had rescued Clarissa. Karl Gordon, his own home being transformed into a prison for a girlcow, had seen these pictures, and they had inspired him to let his guard down and hint at his secret to a like-minded person. Without these pictures, Karen and her family might well have lost Clarissa forever. That thought, together with the eroticism of the pictures themselves, reminded her of both of the reasons why she was in this house -- that she had come here both on Clarence's behalf and her own.

Karen looked up at Clarence with a little sideways smile. "Never mind about the mirror, Master Clarence. Let's stay in here." Bring her gaze down to his belt-level, she saw that the bulge she had been able to detect earlier was more pronounced.

He saw the direction of her look and blushed furiously, his breath coming more quickly.

She looked back at the pictures. "Out of all the people in this room, you're the only one wearing clothes, Master Clarence. Now, does that seem fair?" She looked back up at him again, trying to keep a serious look on her face.

"I, umm... What do you mean?"

Karen realized that he had trained himself to keep a tight control over his urges, probably the biggest reason for his success in avoiding any charges of molesting the dairy herds he had wishfully observed. It was hard for him to jump to conclusions, no matter how obvious, with his desires under such tight rein.

"Master Clarence, why don't you... sit there on the sofa," said Karen, changing direction in mid-sentence, deciding first to protect him from a performance similar to the one at the milk stand by giving him something softer to faint on.

Clarence, not at all in keeping with the polarity of the supposed master/slave relationship, hurriedly obeyed.

She looked up at him with slightly lidded eyes, and went on in a progressively softer, more sensual voice, "Now, Master Clarence, what I mean is, I think you should take all your clothes off, and then we can see what happens after that."

His fingers flew up to his top shirt button, and he fumbled with it for several seconds before succeeding in feeding it through the buttonhole. His eyes locked on hers, he proceeded down the shirt, his hands steadying slightly purely through repetition of the movements. At last he shrugged out of his shirt, and pulled off the undershirt beneath it. His hands experimented with his belt buckle and the button on his pants until they found a way to get them loose, and she backed away slightly, her eyes still on his, to give him room to push his pants and underpants down, the latter frustratingly snagged on his huge erection until he finally navigated that. The final stage of his disrobing was slowed once again when he discovered his shoes, but he kicked his way out of them and managed after that to finish stripping.

Karen moved up closer once more, gave his kneecap a playful kiss and giggled. "Now what would you like to do, Master Clarence? I mean... really like?"

He opened his mouth immediately, as if his utmost desire had been at the tip of his tongue, but he seemed to find it wasn't there at present, and closed his mouth again.

"Are you..." Again she let her voice trail off huskily. "...thirsty, maybe?"

He gulped and nodded, looking wide-eyed at her breasts.

Whispering now, she put one foreleg up on the surface of the couch. "Well, you're in luck." Clarence was not about to argue with that. She grunted with effort, and gave him a pouty look. "I don't think I can get up there with you. Could you give me a little boost?"

With shaking hands, he reach forward under her armpits, carefully avoiding touching her breasts in case she might still, after all this, yell at him for getting fresh with her. With his help, she ended up with her forelegs over his shoulders, her back hooves still on the floor, her nipples brushing his bare chest.

She locked eyes with his once more, her head level with his this time, and gave him a mock-stern look. "Well, didn't you say you were thirsty?"

Letting his hand inch forward, still on the alert for any sign the advance wasn't welcome, he finally managed to support her left breast in the palm of his hand and lift it up towards his mouth. She shifted to her right and arched her back to make it easier, and sighed, closing her eyes as his lips closed on her breast and she let her milk stream into his mouth.

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Gail heaved a sigh as the big barn door closed with a secure-sounding latch. She was still getting used to the loss of her freedom, though she didn't regret it -- she felt useful and fulfilled for the first time in her life.

She looked in on Karen and Kirsten's stall, seeing Kirsten stretched out on the pad, watching the television. She wondered when the last time might have been that Kirsten had spent this much time alone. "Kirsten, you going to be okay in there?"

The girl looked back at Gail and smiled. "Don't worry, really. It's only a few hours. And Karen's going to make up for it by telling me what to expect next week. Maybe I can plan a nice surprise for Clarence."

"I'll be in with Clarissa and Natalie. If you need anything, yell, okay?"

"Got everything here. Thanks, though."

Gail nodded and walked down the row of stalls. As she passed Monica's and Jill's, Monica called out to her, "Gail, could you put that new Tramps CD in? And we both want the headphones." Tom had bought four cheap CD players so the girls could listen to the music Gail had brought with her, so Gail got several requests each evening for help with the equipment.

Once she had the two girls set up, she came into her friends' stall at the end of the row, finding them laughing at something on the television. "What's on?"

Natalie, still giggling, said, " 'Morning Sickness'." It was a popular comedy that took place at a breeding farm. On the screen, two very pregnant naked girls were trying to squeeze through the same door simultaneously, as the audience laughed. Gail had never considered volunteering to be a breeder, and she had her doubts that being constantly pregnant with litters of four to six babies was all that much fun. She'd have to ask Wendy in a few years.

Clarissa heard Gail's sigh during one of the sex scenes. She looked back at her, curiously. Gail was chewing on her lip, with a sour expression. "What's wrong?"

Gail looked at her, surprised. "Oh, ummm, nothing."

Clarissa thumped the oversized volume button on the remote, lowering the sound. "No, come on. When we've spent years together I'll be able to totally read your mind, but you're making it too easy now. The sex bothers you, doesn't it?"

Gail was surprised at the idea. "How could sex bother anybody? You see it all the time on TV."

Natalie shook her head. "Not sex itself, but it... reminds you, doesn't it?"

Suddenly Gail found tears were streaming down her cheeks. "I... was just thinking about the last time Chuck and I did it. Except I didn't... know it was the last time. You know? I miss... well, you know, I don't miss him, he can go drown in a bucket, but I miss..."

Together, Clarissa and Natalie said, "It?" They kissed, as usual, when they said something together, and Gail couldn't help joining in as they laughed.

"I guess so, I miss it, yeah."

Clarissa rolled her eyes. "Gail, I told you we could do that. You've been here, what, a week, and every night you hear all of us making love, and it must be making you nuts! I was going to say something tonight, even without this handy excuse."

Gail's face colored. "I, well, you guys are all so... close. It seems like such a... I guess a 'family' thing. I don't want to feel like I'm butting in."

"Well, yeah, it is a family thing. But you know, Natalie didn't used to be in the family. But she's a member now."

"That's what I mean. It's all family, even Natalie. I feel like an outsider."

Natalie smiled. "I felt that way too, at the start." She shook her head ruefully. "I don't even want to get into how far outside I was. Don't ask the other girls how much they all wanted to kill me." She scooted closer to Clarissa, so that their hips and shoulders were rubbing together. She needed to absorb strength from Clarissa to remind her that the past was in the past.

Gail constantly noticed the shared intimacies each of the girls had with her partner, such as the touching Clarissa and Natalie were doing now. "There's... more to it, kind of. You've each got... this one special person in your life, your partner. I can't have that. I don't even want to have that, if it meant breaking up any of the partnerships here. I'd be doing to you what that bitch Rachel did to me."

Natalie was shaking her head vehemently. "Gail, that's not the most important part. I didn't lose the outsider feeling just because I fell in love with Clarissa." She paused to kiss Clarissa, a little more passionately than their frequent pecks. "When Clarissa was... gone, for awhile..." Again, she had to wait until she had absorbed some reassurance through the skin from Clarissa, "That's when I got a lot closer to all the other girls. I could never, ever have made it through that without them."

Clarissa assured her, "Look, don't worry about breaking any of us up. It's not going to happen. You won't be like Rachel. Here we've all got these little two-person orbits, and those will last forever. And what makes them permanent is that the whole family is the gravity holding the orbits together. We want you to be part of that."

Gail, her eyes shining, asked, "For real?"

Clarissa laughed. "Of course, for real. You're going to be here the rest of your life. You can't just spend that whole time looking in over the fence at us. Anyway, all the girls love you."

Gail suddenly blushed again, putting up her hand to cover her mouth. "Well, there's one other thing."

"What's that?"

She opened her mouth a couple of times to speak, and finally forced herself. "I... don't be offended... I never thought about... doing it with a girl. I know that's kind of unusual. I just... well... wanted boys. It's different with all of you. Growing up with a few dozen sisters, it just would have come naturally to you."

Natalie laughed. "Hey, remember me? I didn't grow up with them. And I never thought about it with girls, either, until Clarissa. I was really a shit about it when I first came here."

Gail goggled at her. "Really? You two look like you were just made for each other."

Natalie looked at Clarissa, all her love showing in her eyes, and said to Gail, "Well, we are. It just took me awhile to figure that out."

Clarissa kissed Natalie, and looked back at Gail. "Come on, want to try it?"

Gail covered her eyes. "I'd be so embarrassed. I've known you, like, forever, but I never thought about you... that way. See?"

Natalie looked back at her. "What about with me, then?"

"Oh! But, I mean, I just barely know you..."

Clarissa laughed. "You don't get to have it both ways. You know me too well, and you don't know Natalie enough. Do you just want to spend the rest of your life horny and alone? You don't have to."

Slowly, Gail uncovered her face. "S-so... what do I do?" The moment she realized she had made her decision, she felt a sudden tingling between her legs. A small drop of moisture emerged from her pussy and tickled its way down her butt crack to the floor.

Clarissa got up onto her hooves, bringing her eyes level with Gail's. "A kiss is always a good starter."

Gail's eyes flew wide. A little cross-eyed, she stared at Clarissa's lips, just inches away. She leaned slowly towards her, flinched away momentarily when their lips touched, and made herself try it again. She let herself feel the softness, the wetness, trying not to think about it being a woman's lips, and just focus on the sensation. After a moment she lifted her arms and wrapped them around Clarissa's shoulders, pressing her lips harder against Clarissa's, feeling their movements and matching them. Sighing, she put her hand on the back of Clarissa's head and pulled her more tightly against her. The tingling between her legs increased.

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As Clarence sucked, the feeling between Karen's hind legs had become almost a physical buzzing. She just couldn't wait any longer. "Master Clarence... lift me up onto your lap. Lift my butt... yeah, that's it." Sitting on his lap now, facing him, her hind legs spread and resting on his thighs, her forelegs draped across his shoulders, she could feel his stiff male member pressed up against her stomach, from her pussy up past her navel, frustratingly close. She wanted to be able to do the work herself, but, pushing herself upward with her splayed hind legs, she couldn't quite get up high enough. She was well aware that, as highly-strung as Clarence was, there was an imminent danger of him coming without her, so she whispered, "Just a little more help, Master Clarence. I want to get you inside me. Understand? I want to feel you in there." Nearly as breathless as he was, she felt his hands tighten on her waist and lift her, while he looked upward and stretched his neck in the effort to avoid losing her breast.

Karen moaned as she felt his stiff rod sliding up inside her, synchronized with a similar sound from Clarence. She shivered as a mini-orgasm shot through her, a hot flash that left a sheen of sweat coating her skin. She intended to use what leverage she had with her hind legs to begin rocking her hips, but she'd barely begun to move when she felt Clarence stiffen and grunt, a jet of his semen mixing with her own juices inside. A little disappointed but determined not to show it, she bent lower as her nipple slipped out of Clarence's mouth, and kissed him warmly, tasting her own milk on his lips.

She smiled at him. "That was really good for a first try. And it'll get better when we get to know each other better and your body gets used to it. You'll be able to last longer."

He stared at her wide-eyed. "We can do it again??"

She kissed him again, a wide grin on her face. "Of course!"

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Gail, on her back, clung tightly to Clarissa on top of her, her arms wrapped around Clarissa below her shoulderblades. Lightheaded from lack of breath, she nevertheless kept her face tightly pressed between Clarissa's huge breasts, which bulged on either side of Gail's face making a nearly airtight seal. Her muffled excited moans echoed Clarissa's more clear ones.

Her body was bent nearly double, her knees drawn far up and pressing into Clarissa's sides, her ankles crossed behind Clarissa and her heels digging hard into Clarissa's buttocks, she tried to gasp as Clarissa's pussy ground against just the right spot on her own, sending waves of tingles shooting through her whole body. She heard a buzzing in her ears and knew she was about to faint, and at that moment the waves of orgasm broke on her shore, and she screamed against Clarissa's chest as her muscles convulsed, tightening her grip on her friend so much that Clarissa found she couldn't breathe either, sending her over into orgasm as well. They rode it out as a single many-legged body, Clarissa red-faced, eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open but unable to make a sound until Gail finally loosened her grip as the wave slowly receded. Panting, she raised herself slightly, freeing Gail to breathe again. Gail gasped in air hurriedly, struggling to get her wind back, until she could finally open her eyes and look up at Clarissa, feeling droplets of sweat cascade down her sides, both hers and Clarissa's, making their bodies slip against each other as Clarissa slipped back along Gail a few inches so that they could look at each other directly.

Still panting, Clarissa smiled at Gail. "So how was that?"

In response, Gail raised her head and kissed Clarissa, with deep feeling. "That... was... unbelievable! I've never, ever... well, just never." She giggled.

Natalie, still attached to Clarissa by their collar chain, nudged Gail's shoulder with her hoof. "You and me, tomorrow night, okay? I've got some ideas." She raised her eyebrows and grinned.

Gail smiled exhaustedly. "Ideas? Can't wait."

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"Clarence? This feels nice, but I'm really starved. And thirsty." She was still perched on his lap on the couch, her head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped loosely around her. She leaned back to look at him. "You know that about girlcows, right? We have to eat and drink all the time."

"Oh, certainly, yes. I do have some food for you, of course." He helped her back down to the floor and, with her leash, led her back to the kitchen. As she stood by the food dishes, he retrieved a water-bottle from the refrigerator -- she was not surprised, at this point, to see that the bottle was gorgeous, faceted glass with an octagonal cross-section, the bright overhead lights making it sparkle, topped with the standard oversized nipple. He sat in one of the chairs and held it for her. After the earlier exertions, the chilled water tasted wonderful.

Once she'd had enough to take the edge off her thirst, he reached up into a cupboard for two bags, one containing girl-crisps, dried girl-meat with tangy seasonings, the other holding the same sort of grain Tom provided for them in the barn. He poured a mixture of both into the larger of the two bowls. As she wolfed down the tasty girl-crisps, licking her lips frequently, he got out another package and poured it into the other bowl. After a few seconds she paused in her meal to see what it was, and gasped and laughed. "M&M's! I haven't had those for years! I used to love those when I was a kid!"

Clarence sighed in relief, pleased that his choice had been well-received. "I thought you'd like some dessert." He sat back in his chair, watching her.

She moved over to him and kissed his knee. "It's great! Thank you so much!" She returned to her food bowls, licking up the last of the girl-crisps and grain before starting in on the chocolate candies.

When she'd finished, she looked up at him. "I'm a little thirsty again, Master Clarence." Again he held the bottle for her. As she sucked, she noticed, between his legs, he was already half-erect -- if indeed he hadn't been that way since spilling his load into her. She let the nipple slip out of her mouth and smiled, looking pointedly at his penis. "That felt really good in me. I'll bet we could do it again before I go home." She choked back a giggle at the sight of it instantly wiggling with new life.

He gawked at her, stunned. "I... suppose... that's possible."

She walked up closer to it, hearing his breath catch as she drew near. It seemed to be visible growing just before she took it in her mouth and began sucking, tasting the mixture of his semen and her own juices. He let out a high-pitched moan and said something inaudible that sounded like "This can't really be happening."

In less than a minute, it appeared to be at full size again. She let it drop from her mouth and looked up at him mischievously. "Master Clarence, why don't you get a couple of bowls down from the cupboard?"

For a moment he looked torn between begging her to suck him again, and following her suggestion. At last he rose, awkwardly, and, with shaking fingers, found a pair of bowls. He looked at her questioningly.

She moved towards the middle of the room and turned away from him. "Put those down under my breasts. Stay there behind me, though." She wriggled her butt playfully at him as he followed instructions, and was rewarded with another of those high-pitched sighs.

"You'll need to be down on your knees for this." She waited as he knelt, keeping what he regarded as a safe distance between his thighs and her inviting buttocks, and then went on, "Okay, reach around and milk me. That's what the bowls are for."

Hesitantly, still avoiding touching her in any other way, he leaned forward and wrapped his fingers tentatively around her breasts. He still had little experience at milking, and certainly none from this angle, so it took a few minutes of experimenting before he managed to get a spray of milk streaming into the bowls from both her nipples.

She swallowed a sigh and tried to think how to make him get the overall picture. He was so shy that it was beyond his character to make any assumptions as to exactly what she wanted him to do. Stretching to keep her nipples over the bowls, she wriggled her butt just far enough back so that it grazed the head of his penis, several times as she brushed her ass across it.

She grinned when she discovered this had proved enough of an invitation. He shuffled his knees in closer and, with an excited thrust, penetrated deeply inside her from behind, forcing a gasp from her.

She shut her eyes tight, focussing on the fullness between her hind legs. "Keep milking me keep milking me, yes, there you go, yes..." His fingers continued stroking and squeezing her breasts; in turn, she milked his penis, her vaginal muscles tensing, squeezing, caressing...

Unable to divide his attention indefinitely, he did finally lose contact with her breasts as he began to thrust his hips harder against her, seeming to go deeper each time. She whispered softly, "Milk me, don't stop, keep milking me," and moaned as his fingers returned. Each thrust shook her body, as she willed him to last longer this time. She felt it coming, coming, coming, and at last her orgasm exploded on her, drawing a throaty "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!!!" out of her, the sound of it sending Clarence over the edge, and he emptied himself into her for the second time in an hour.

Her eyes still closed, she heaved a satisfied sigh, as she felt the weight of Clarence stretched out along her back, not too heavy for her to support. He was still inside her, but shrinking, and at last he popped out.

She waited until he had roused himself, and turned to look up at him and murmurred, "That was really nice." He laughed. It was the most relaxed sound she'd heard from him.



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