User blog:Ore-samma/My Holstaur (Dairy Farm)

Hello fans, Ore-Samma here!

Another one-shot from a forum post! This one was very easy to write. Holstaurs I find are some of the easier monster girls to write for.

https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068217/r/4400000000000452227

I do hope everyone likes it!

Thanks again!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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“Why hello, young man! Is there something I can help you with?”

Brandon gulped and looked at the beautiful cow-lady sitting on the porch of the enormous farmhouse.

“Uh, well….I’m here about the advertisement I saw in the capital city?”

The cow-lady stood from her rocking chair and strode over to me. “Dearie me, you’ll have to be more specific. We have advertisements ranging all over the place. In fact, I think we are represented in three capital cities from the three different nations.”

“I, uh… well….” Brandon felt his face burn, he never was any good with talking to women. And when he did finally got a girlfriend that thought his shyness was cute, their first time together ended in disaster and humiliation.

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''Really? That’s all? You’ve got to be kidding me?!?!''

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The girl broke up with him on the spot, and the next day, everyone was laughing at him, or giving him a look that just fueled the burning embarrassment.

He wasn’t even finished with school, but school was such a torment that he decided to run away from home. At the very least the people on the road didn’t make fun of him as he passed by.

But a growing boy needed to eat, and needed to feel useful to some purpose or cause to feel as though he was of worth as he grew into a man.

Brandon shifted his feet again remembering the advertisement

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''The Holstaur Dairy Cow Association is having a huge recruiting drive for husbands to work on farms, make us feel good, and rub our breasts a lot! All of us holstaurs waiting for husbands are dying to have our breasts touched by our future husbands and our hearts ache unbearably.''

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“Well… the one asking for work… you know?”

“Work?” The cow-woman said with a confused expression. “Hmmmm, I think you might  have our farm confused  with another one. We have plenty of work as it is...we certainly do not need any more work.” She patted me on the head. “And besides, what work could you possibly have for us?”

“No! No!” Brandon said, holding his hands out. “The one about…. the….”

“Good heavens!” The cow-woman cried out, placing her hand on Brandon’s forehead. “You’re all red and flushed. Are you sick?”

“N-n-no...” Brandon stuttered, feeling his entire body now grow hot from the touch of the cow-woman.

“Well, goodness! There must be something wrong! You’re all flustered, you’re burning up as if with fever and you have our Holstaur Farms confused with someplace else!” She stood and placed her finger to her chin in deep thought. “I can’t think of any farms close to us that needed more work… but if we only had more Husbands for the girls here, we might be of more help.” Her face lit up in a sudden realization.

“Oh! I get it!” She said placing a hand on each of my shoulders. “You’re here for the husband recruiting drive! That’s it, right?”

Brandon couldn’t speak anymore but nodded.

“Hooray!” The cow-lady cried out jumping up and down and clapping her hands. “I thought of it! All by myself! Wooo!” She turned to the large farmhouse and cried out.

“Master! Someone is here to be a husband!” She mooed.

It was too much, Brandon was about to run off when the cow-lady took his hand and shook it. “My name is Belle! It is so nice to meet you! What is your name?”

“Brandon.” Brandon whispered.

“That is such a good name!” Belle said with a smile, just as the door opened.

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“Well, look at what we have here.” A tall, well-built man said as he strode towards Brandon. “You’re a bit young to be considering the dairy farm life, don’t you think, boy?”

Brandon felt his embarrassment pass the limit, sending him into numbness. The idea of going back home after running away seemed to set a mindblock on surrendering to his discomfort that would even allow the possibility of returning to a lifetime of mocking ridicule.

“Please.” Brandon said, his voice now calm and even. “I came all the way from Shareston City.”

The man’s eyebrows went up and he blew a long low whistle. “The capital city of the western nation? That’s…. A long, long way son!”

Brandon nodded. “I didn’t walk the whole way, I was able to find work here and there on my way.”

“Well, hell- prove it son. If you’re from all the way over there, I’ll have no problem finding you a place and a wife on my farm.”

I reached in my pocket and pulled the advertisement I carried all this way. My motivation to make the week-long journey.

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The man looked at it and nodded. “Well, I wish you’duve left this where you found it, but I asked for proof and shouldn’t complain too much.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes now.

“Okay, so- I’m gonna work ya boy. Work ya for a full month like you’ve never been worked before. If you can hang, and think you can handle it; you can take one of the girls who are partial to you as your wife, and make a living here! All that is required is a strong back, a willingness to work, a big heart full of love, and a disposition as bright as a summer day. And once your lady starts producing milk, my farm sees half of your take until your land is purchased from me, then my farm sees ten percent of your take until your first born. Then; you’re family for life.”

“Say yes! You’re gonna love it here!” Belle said with a large smile.

Brandon nodded, “Yes. I will.”

“Good one on ya, son! My name is Tony!” He said offering a hand, and proceeded to crush Brandon’s fingers.

“Ha!” Tony laughed watching Brandon cradle his sore fingers. “You’re gonna fit right in and toughen the hell right up!”

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The next month was harsh on Brandon. Every morning he woke, tended to the chores befitting of a farm. He cut wood, cleared brush, collected the stones the plow unearthed from the fields and piled them to an ever-growing stone fence.

He carried the dried grain and hay from the season before, helped repair farm equipment and so much more.

Each day was eighteen hours of work, broken by the most delicious meals he ever had, and plenty of  the most delicious milk he ever tasted.

Each day he woke up a little earlier, feeling a little stronger, and able to go a little bit longer. Other men came and went, most were unable to hang, which further endeared Brandon to Tony. Tony was well impressed, stating that even though Brandon wasn’t as strong as he’d like- he would eventually end up stronger than he was himself because Brandon came around at such a young age.

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Then, one day a loud whistle pierced the air and Brandon knew meant that Tony wanted to talk to him. He gently set down the four buckets of stone attached to his pole and rushed over from the section of stone fence he was working on.

“Well boy, I am a man of my word.” He said, clasping Brandon on the back. “Today’s the day you get to meet my girls. They’ve been watching you work, and so all the ones you meet today are more than partial to you. Any of them would be happy to be your wife!” He pointed to a spot of land. “Also, you get to build your own small farmhouse there to live with your lady.” He ended with a twinkle in his eye.

Brandon felt the old embarrassment and shame return. He had forgotten why he had come in the first place. He tried to think back, tried to remember when he actually saw Holstaur around the farm, but couldn’t remember.

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As he rounded the corner around the barn, he stopped at what he saw.

A picnic table was set with an enticing spread of food and five young Holstaurs who all but cheered upon seeing Brandon.

“You go on, have yourself some early lunch. You don’t have to choose one right away. But if you do, feel free to take the rest of the day off and relax by the swimming hole….or whatever.”

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It didn’t take long for Brandon to gravitate more towards a Holstaur named Anna. Her eyes were a brilliant steel-grey, deep tan skin, jet black hair with a pure white underlayer, her bovine fur was so short and smooth it was almost like skin, her horns were downturned unlike most of the other girl’s upturned horns and her ears were pure white with a solid black border.

Strangely enough, even though Brandon felt a little guilty that being paired with one girl meant the others would go without, they celebrated and cheered them both once Brandon made his selection, with no air or hint of jealousy or disappointment.

They watched the other Holstaur wander off and Brandon turned back to Anna

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“Well...” Brandon stammered, “I- I should probably g-get back to work… you know...Tony is counting on me to...” He stopped seeing Anna’s face fall into disappointment.

“Don’t you like me?” She said with a sad pout.

“I didn’t say that- I just….” He stopped seeing tears form in the corner of her eyes.

“Brandon, why did you pick me, if you don’t want to be with me?” She cried out.

Brandon felt his face burn; part in shame, part in embarrassment…..during the nights he would often ‘relieve himself’ but found that his stamina for his sexual prowess never improved like his physical prowess. “I do want to be with you!” He nearly shouted. “But… I don’t know if you want to be with me.”

Anna’s face fell from hurt into confusion. “Huh? Why would you think that? I’ve been watching you! We all have been watching you! We were so lucky someone so young came to us! Tony often only allows only the older girls be paired so they don’t get passed over. But he said that because you were so young he could make an exception for me!” She reached out and clung to his arm, pressing her breasts against him. “I am so, so, so lucky that you picked me! It would have been years before I would have had my chance!” She cried out.

Brandon shifted, feeling his flesh grow hard, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Anna.

“Oh!” She cried out in joy. “You do like me!” She pressed harder against him, rubbing her stomach against his stiffness and kissing his neck.

“No! No! Please!” Brandon cried out, feeling a wave of pleasure spread across his flesh, and a warm wetness across his pelvis and clothes.

Brandon cried out in shame and embarrassment. He tried to push Anna away, tried to run off again. She was going to laugh, she was going to mock and ridicule him!

“Wow! Oh wow!” Anna exclaimed. “You really, really like me!” She said, pressing her lips to Brandon.

Brandon felt a shock ripple from her lips and tongue and race through his body and felt another wave of pleasure and wetness course through him.

“Hmmmmm” Anna moaned and pushed Brandon over. Smothering him with her kisses and breasts. At last she broke the kiss and with her tongue still out began to lick his neck, occasionally nibbling at his ears and cheeks.

“No!” Brandon cried out, feeling Anna pressing her body rhythmically against him…..pressure started to mount in his body. He felt Anna tug his pants off as he held his hands to his face, unable to face the world in his shame.

Just as his flesh was exposed to the relatively cold summer air, he felt his climax peak again, just as Annah grasped his exposed flesh.

“Aaah!” She cried out- “so much! Oh!” She moaned and wrapped her mouth around his flesh as it continued to pulse wave after wave of his seed into her hungry throat that was now making eager moans and gulping sounds.

Despite his climax not even being halfway done, he felt another wave building upon him. Brandon cried out, trying to warn Anna. She stopped for a brief moment to take a breath just as next wave washed over him, and his seed over her face and hair. Anna’s face broke into rapturous joy, her tongue still hanging and dripping with his seed. She waited for his latest climax to finish and began to lap up his seed that was everywhere; on his clothes, on his body. She wiped her dripping face and lapped it up off her hands and suckled on Brandon’s fingers as she did so with a look of utter joy gleaming in her eyes.

“More! More!” Anna begged! She raised to her knees and reached over to the picnic table and grasped a bottle of milk. She guzzled the bottle, allowing the milk to dribble down her chin and neck, onto her sweat and seed soaked shirt, her hard nipples now visible. She swished the milk and swallowed and descended upon Brandon again, kissing him with abandon and still undulating her clothed hips against him.

Brandon cried out again, and again he climaxed. Annah immediately broke the kiss with a soft pop and immediately went to lapping up his seed again. Brandon felt his leg muscles seize into vicious cramps, as his climax ended. It almost seemed as if his life force was being pushed out of his body, and down the eager throat of his new Holstaur wife.

Brandon lay still, panting- partly in pain, partly in embarrassment, partly in a euphoric ecstasy he couldn’t even begin to imagine.

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“Oh! Husband!” Anna mooed. “You were so wonderful! That was so wonderful! I love you so much!” She cried out laying next to him and pressing her breasts into his chest as she held him close. “Please! Let’s go to the swimming hole! Please! Husband! Take my virginity!” She begged.

Brandon startled back to the cognitive present and looked at Anna. “Y-you’re not upset?” He said, his face still burning.

“Huh? Of course not! You like me! Why would I be upset?”

“I-” Brandon paused and quickly blurted. “I don’t last long at all! How could I ever keep you satisfied or please you?”

He waited, expecting her to laugh, sneer or sooff. But instead the joy from her eyes dimmed and her face went serious. “B-b-but you did please me! You do satisfy me! Why on earth are you so worried about this?”

“I can’t last before I cum!” Brandon shouted with his eyes closed. He kept them closed his face now like glowing iron.

“Brandon, my darling husband.” Anna mooed. “I love you. It doesn’t matter. Be confident in my love for you.” She said, her hand upon his cheek like a cool wind.

Brandon opened his eyes and saw Anna still smiling at him, the burning joy now returned to her eyes.

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Together, they walked to a group of willow trees Brandon always noticed but never came close to. Anna pulled aside a curtain of willow branches and looked back. “See?”

The willow tree hid a crystal clear pond that had water from a deep spring, it was freezing cold, there was a small basket of milk with succulent prisoner fruit cooling off in the shallows.

“Oooh!” Annah cried out, taking a fruit and biting into it. The others gave us a union gift basket! She smiled and started to take off her damp clothes. “Come! Husband! The water feels so good on hot days like this!” She said splashing the water on her caramel skin.

Brandon cried out, shivering a little as he entered the water. He took a fruit for himself. It was the first time he ever ate a prisoner fruit. Its sweetness seemed to melt and affix itself to his entire mouth. Anna came close and Brandon found out that her lips, mouth and tongue had a unique taste to it… different, and yet at the same time; similar to the taste within his own mouth.

“Hmmmm, delicious!” Anna moaned and pressed harder against Brandon, reaching down and positioned his flesh to her own slit.

However, it was more difficult with both of them underwater, and so Anna moved to a gnarled root, and held on, raising her bottom just barely above the shallow water and looking over her shoulder to Brandon, her eyes casting an unmistakable invitation.

Brandon positioned himself and thrusted into Anna, feeling a small barrier stretch and break, causing her to yelp slightly.

He heaved his body into hers, and she soon raised up and draped her arm around his neck and turned her head to lock their lips and tongues together, as Brandon cupped her breasts; squeezing and fondling them...pinching the nipples feeling her flesh flex and squeeze against his flesh in response, her kissing becoming more feverish and hungry.

Suddenly Annah whipped her head and bucked her hips as they both climaxed together; crying out in ecstasy.

Annah spun around and jumped into Brandon's arms and they both submerged into the water, still kissing, their flesh somehow connected from the impossible motion. They still heaved their bodies together holding each other- holding their breath… again they climaxed, and rushed to the surface, gasping- panting- their breath misting in the air.

Their mindless mating continued all day and into the night, making its way to a tent Brandon set up on what was to be their homestead. Work would begin in earnest tomorrow- work to build a loving home and eventually a barn to add Anna’s milk to the farm production.

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But for now…..

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Brandon sighed, laying half way outside the tent and next to Anna who was curled up to him. Both of them watching the fireflies add their breathtaking display to the star filled skies above. Every so often she would tilt his chin and kiss his lips…. Or they would mate again with slow lazy motions.

Eventually just as the sky started to smear with the dawn, they entered the tent and made love yet again. This time Brandon noticed his prowess lasted longer, if only by a little…. But Anna didn’t care in the slightest as her body reacted in sync with his own, climaxing just as strong, and squeezing his flesh in a vise-like grip.

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They drifted off to sleep and Brandon sighed with perfect timing with Anna…. His last thoughts of him finally being home.