Life on the farm is... fantastic to say the least. You live with your adoptive mothers, a duo of holstaur girls who took you in as a young man. Mable and Nettie are their names, your uniquely proportioned, surrogate cowgirl mothers, caring for you and doing far more as you've grown older and stronger.

It's strange calling them both mom, especially when you've grown taller than the short, stacked holstaurs by more than a few feet—but you wouldn't trade how hard the roleplay makes you for the world.

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It's the end of the month—milking time. You've actually let the pair simmer for a few days longer than you usually do. You enjoy how absolutely ravenous and desperate they get for you to milk and fuck them after a good few days of teasing. Though it was difficult to turn down the constant propositions and resist the allure of their milk stained clothes, the sight before you right now makes the wait worthwhile.

The pair of them sit panting before you, and you run your hands through their hair, only serving to excite them further. You twirl Mable's blonde curls in your fingers, before gripping her gently by a horn and turning her gaze up to yours. "You're dripping everywhere, mom. Do you need some relief?" You purr.

"Yes baby! Oh please just... just milk mommy!" She moans, and the words are almost enough to make you start drinking from her breast right then and there—but a whimper from Nettie reminds you thst there are two cow girls to look after here.

Your other hand cups her cheek after brushing her long black hair aside, and she whimpers for you once more as you bite your lip at her, kneeling in close to whisper into her mouth. "Tell me what you need~" you hiss, gazing down at her quivering thighs, now coated in droplets of her milk, milk that now nearly streams from the two pillowy pairs of breasts in front of you.

"${name}! M-milk me! Please!" She screams, the begging, desperate tone making your manhood throb with excitement.