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Rose Pt. 03

I woke up a couple hours later... Alone... With a start, I pushed myself upright and was about to call out, when I heard a faint snore. Leaning over the bed, there she was, as naked and as beautiful as I had ever seen her... Laying on the floor beside the bed...

"Rose?" I said, nudging her gently.

With a snort, her eyes snapped open, "master?"

"Rose... What are you doing?"

Rose slowly climbed to her feet... Well... Hooves... "I'm sorry..." She said, heading for the door. "I didn't think... I'll just-"

"Rose, where are you going?"

"Master? I-I didn't think you'd mind, but I'll go outs-"

"Get on the bed," I said firmly.

Rose blinked a couple of times, before looking a little apprehensive. But she obeyed a moment later and crawled onto the bed towards me.

I took a deep breath and looked her dead in the eyes. "Now, it seems we need to make a few ground rules." Rose nodded, looking crestfallen. "Firstly. I. AM. NOT. LIKE. THE. OTHERS." Now Rose just looked at me with a confused expression but nodded. "Second, unless I specifically say otherwise, you have my permission. Lastly, if there's something you want, don't want or need, you should tell me, so I know I'm looking after you."

"But-"

"No buts," I snapped. "Next time I find you sleeping on the floor, instead of beside me in bed, I'll be mad."

"Yes, master," Rose whimpered, I could see tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

"Now, get your gorgeous self over here so I can cuddle you."

I managed to plaster a scowl across my face right up until Rose's head hit the pillow. The moment she did, I stuffed an arm under her shoulder and pulled her closer and she rolled so her head was resting on my shoulder. It was the perfect position to hear a small sniffle.

"What's wrong, Rose?" I asked, gently this time.

"Nothing, master. I'm just so happy," she said softly.

"Good, because I want you to be happy. I'm not going to hurt you or abuse you in any way. I'm going to rescue your sisters and take you all away somewhere I can keep you all safe."

"...Master?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm hungry..."

Nice to meet you, hungry I'm, master... No... "Five more minutes. Then I'll find food."

It was closer to 10 minutes before Rose's stomach growled audibly. I took that as my queue to get up, but not before I spent a few more minutes kissing my cow until she was panting. I opened a cupboard and pulled out a pair of jeans, a baggy shirt and a pair of boxers. I pulled on the jeans, but I threw the shirt and boxers to Rose before heading to the kitchen.

Unfortunately, I'd emptied the fridge of all perishables. But I still had some frozen microwave meals to fall back on. I'd just popped two servings of lasagne in when I heard the clomping of Rose's hooves behind me.

"Master, these don't stay up," Rose said with a pout.

I turned around and took the sight in before me. There she was, hair a mess, cute little pout. The shirt I found baggy, stretched tight over her breasts and just long enough to cover her gorgeous slit. Which was a shame, because she was holding the boxers.

"I... Ahhh... After breakfast, we'll shower and I'll find something better to wear. We'll have to go shopping today so I'll get you clothing that fits you." I tried to ignore the bulge in my pants as I turned around and pretended like the microwave was master artwork.

Soon enough, the machine beeped and I pulled out our meals. Gesturing for Rose to sit at the table, I brought over our food and some cutlery.

"It's hot!" Rose grumbled.

"What's wrong? It's supposed to be hot," I said, a little confused.

"How am I supposed to eat it when it's hot? I'll burn my hands."

With a sigh, I suppressed the rage that quickly built inside me. Rage against the monsters that still held Rose's sisters. But it wasn't about me... Thankfully though, Rose's quick grasp of concepts and an explanation about cutlery had her sorted. Again, I wanted to throttle those bastards when she mooed in delight for the cheap processed meal she was eating. When both our meals were finished, I took Rose by the hand and lead her back into the bathroom. That's when I remembered the milk in the bath. It was one of those shower/bath combos so I had to drain the milk first. Rose looked a little guilty, but I wasn't sure it would still be good after a few hours of sitting in the bath.

"How often will you need to be milked?" I asked, turning on the taps for the shower.

"At least daily, master. But... I'll be more comfortable twice daily," she said with a small frown.

"Twice daily it is then. Unless something comes up."

I ignored her beaming smile and held my hand under the running water. Feeling the temperature, I stripped off my pants and stepped in. Thankfully, Rose followed a moment later, also naked. The first few minutes were of her marvelling in the shower. As it turns out, every week or so, the 'wranglers' would either set up a tub of cold water or just hose them down. So the idea of standing under hot water was something Rose had never experienced before.

Once the novelty wore off, I introduced Rose to the wonders of shampoo. She mooed in delight as I rubbed the suds through her hair. Her head, in particular around her horns, was apparently very sensitive. She loved me rubbing them. When I got her to stand under the water to rinse off, I was surprised to find her hair hung halfway down her back. Getting a haircut would be interesting, there'd be no way to fake those horns up close...

After the shampoo, Rose and I washed with soap. This was something she knew, and we exchanged cleaning one another's backs. When I finally turned around after rinsing off the last of the soap, Rose was looking guilty.

"What's wrong?"

Rose blushed, "master, you said if I wanted something, I had permission unless you said no already."

"Yes," I said, a little confused where this was going. "That's right."

"Good."

Suddenly I was pushed against the wall of the shower. Roses lips pressed against my own and her hands seeking out my growing erection. A few long tugs and I was at full mast. Rose stuffed my erection between her legs and started thrusting. The head of my cock pressed between her labia as she rubbed herself over my length. The whole time, she kept her mouth pressed against mine. I was so enraptured by her, I had to shift my head slightly to breathe clearly. After a few minutes, I felt her lift a leg. Being the gentleman I am, I took her under the knee to support her. The moment she was stable, I felt her hand guide the head of my cock into her opening. Rose mooed into my mouth as she slid forwards, impaling herself on me.

That's when I felt a strange sensation on my chest. Pulling away from the kiss, I glanced down. Rose was leaking. Large, constant drips were falling from her four engorged nipples. I looked up and caught Rose's expression. She was obviously torn, and even mouthed the words, "wasting it."

So I spun on the spot and pinned Rose against the wall. Now, with Rose supported by the wall, I started thrusting. I watched as Rose's eyes rolled back and took the opportunity to lean forwards. As I hoped, it was easy enough to get both nipples from a single breast into my mouth. There was that sweet taste from the previous night still on her skin. With a firm pull of my head, I sucked hard and was rewarded with a mouthful of her milk. It was delicious, a little creamier than normal milk, with a hint of vanilla. But what really made it amazing, was Rose, squealing in delight while her muscles contracted over my erection. Soon enough, Rose stopped producing. It had only been a couple of hours since last time, so I wasn't surprised. But That didn't prevent her second climax when I started on her second breast.

"Yes! Fuck me, milk me, fuck me again!" Rose cried.

I just kept pummelling into her depths as best I could. I could feel subtle contraction every time I sucked and the combination of experiences was driving us wild. Soon she was completely empty but was still enjoying herself. I kissed her firmly and she mooed in delight as she tasted her milk on my mouth.

"Master... Have I been a good cow?"

"Yes, Rose," I said, slowing my thrusting. "You've been the best little cow. I love you."

I almost missed the mischievous glint in her eyes, as she lifted the leg I was carrying and placed it on my shoulder. "Then use your little cow. Use her, milk her, fill her, breed her. Whatever you want. Just please, keep loving her."

I paused, those words were both so very heartfelt, and so erotic I lost my pace. "You're mine, Rose. I'll love you till the day I die."

She smiled at me, a big loving smile... That completely betrayed her words. "Then use me."

Reaching around, I put one hand on her hip and the other on her ass. I leaned forward, testing Rose's flexibility, but she showed no signs of discomfort as our mouths met. Hell, when I suddenly thrust into her fully, she flexed even further and pushed herself harder onto me. What followed, I'm a little ashamed to say, was not a gentle session of love. Gripping her almost painfully tight, I slammed myself into her as hard and as fast as I could. Rose just slumped against the wall and held on for dear life. It was almost brutal the pace I kept up, but Rose simply mooed in ecstasy. Her vocalisations slowly raising in pitch, before her body went rigid. Yanking me up against her self, she screamed into my chest as her vice-like muscles clamped over my cock. The rippling sensation of her insides pushed me over the edge and I emptied myself into her with a groan.

Gently lowering her leg, we held one another for a few moments, before I pulled her back into the running water. There wasn't any need for words, just the simple act of holding one another said everything we needed to. 5 minutes later, and I was running a comb through Rose's hair. She'd never combed it herself before, but she moaned in delight and had to lean on me when she felt the sensation of the hard bristles scratching her head. I smiled, realising this was something she was going to rely on me for. And I honestly couldn't be happier.

Clothing was a more difficult question. I'd managed to find a flannelette shirt that fit over her massive bust. But I had to dig through my winter clothes to find sweatpants with a drawstring. I couldn't give her any of my current clothing because I only had a single belt and even with elastic, things fell off her. But in the end, minus underwear, the two of us were decent. Heading out, I locked the front door and lead Rose into the elevator. Hitting the button for the garage, I was thankful to get there without anyone else getting on.

Before me, in its usual spot, was my car. A nice, older model 4wd I'd picked up second hand. I could afford a new one of course, but then you have to worry about servicing at the dealership to make sure they use genuine parts. Can't have them decline a warranty fix because it's got a generic oil filter installed... Besides, with an older one, it was actually made of steel, which made it perfect for someone like me. Now, I'd always had a thing for sleepers (cars that don't look modified but are). With my training with the special forces, I'd learned a few things.

I'd bought this car years ago, completely stripped it down to the frame and rebuilt it from the ground up. From the outside, and even a casual glance under the hood, it still looked stock. However, the cast-iron block, let me boar out the cylinders. The turbocharger was upgraded with the injectors and intercooler. I'd commissioned an engineer to build new camshafts that improved performance without making it obvious. That didn't even include all the small internal upgrades. Then there was the bodywork. Steel everywhere made it easy to weld on extra protection. You wouldn't notice it, but the entire body was covered in several centimetres of steel plating. Then, with the help of my military contacts, I'd had bulletproof glass, and air filtration system and self-sealing tyres installed. All it took was upgraded suspension, and you'd never know it weighted almost three times more than it should.

Now, some of you might be wondering why I basically drove a tank. That's a really simple question to answer. I'm special forces. One slip up with intel, one little computer hack, one bribe, and the enemy knows who I am, and where I live. Combined with the bounty on my head from Iraq, it's easier if I have a bug-out plan. As I approached it, Rose came to a stop beside me.

"That..." she said, pointing at my car nervously.

"It's mine, Rose. I'm guessing they drove one like it?"

She nodded slowly, and I filed that information away for later. Up close, Rose was convinced it was definitely not their car and she climbed into the passenger seat beside me without complaint. Twisting the key, she rumbled to a start in a heartbeat. The engine had that slight rumble, that to the uninformed, made it sound like it was falling apart. The turbo even helped with its overly large whine and tendency to allow a decent amount of smoke to blow out the pipe if I wanted too. With a small clunk, I put it in gear and we rolled out of the space.

It was only a ten-minute drive to the shopping centre. But I figured we'd be better off having to carry everything. As we climbed out of the car, Rose nervously took my hand. She'd never been near this many large buildings and the cars and people around us made her nervous to boot. Soon enough, we were inside and her nervousness evaporated with all the sights, sounds and smells of the various shops and stalls.

The sounds of her hooves clopping on the tiled floors drew a little attention. Most people would simply frown slightly in confusion and keep walking. A few younger men, however, openly gaped at her. When Rose began to notice this, she quickly took my hand in her own and made it clear who she was with. I kept a blank expression, but internally I was cheering. We stopped on the way in and I bought Rose a pink, finger bun from a bakery we passed. Rose gave it a sniff before taking a small bite. I held her hand extra tight as she silently cried in joy as she finished her bun, and the second I went back and bought for her.

The first stop was clothing. I had no idea what I was looking for, but I found a store that had advertisements of women with bigger busts. Heading inside, we busied ourselves looking through clothes. Rose had no idea what she should wear and I didn't either. Thankfully, I heard a small cough from behind me. Turning around, there was a young woman, somewhere between a grimace and a professional smile that was plastered across her face.

"Oh thank god," I grumbled. "She needs clothes, enough outfits to keep her happy. Underwear, the lot. I don't care what it costs."

The expression on the young woman's face went shocked to a big grin. "There are seats out near the change rooms, I'll take care of your special lady."

"Cow," Rose corrected her.

The young woman looked confused for a moment before she spotted the hooves and the horns. Something must have clicked on the 'don't judge people's fetishes,' department because she just smiled. "Sorry, I'll take care of your special cow."

I nodded, thanking the gods above that, young people these days weren't weirded out by things they didn't understand. A quick kiss on Rose's cheek to let her know she was ok, and I went to find those chairs.

What must have been an hour later, I heard approaching footsteps. Looking up, the young woman was standing before me.

"What the fuck is she?" The woman demanded.

"I... I'm not sure what you m-"

"Cut the shit," the woman snapped. "She's got four nipples and her hooves are real. She explained after I asked her to take them off to try on new shoes. She's trying on underwear so I've got a couple of minutes. What the fuck is she?"

I really didn't need this... The situation was going to get out of control real fast if I made a scene. But Rose needed to be safe, so I said the first thing that came to mind. "She's an escaped sex slave."

"... What?"

"You heard me," I said, not wanting to repeat myself.

"What do you mean, sex slave?" the young woman stared at me in horror.

"She and two others were born and bred into this world as they are. I helped Rose escape. I will be going back for the others. If you say anything to anyone, she and her sisters' lives will be at risk. So please, pretend we're just an eccentric couple with a few fetishes." I said slowly and evenly.

The young woman blinked at me a few times, before saying. "What about the cops?"

"She introduced herself to me as number 27586. If that's numerical, I'd say the cops are bought off. Besides, hey officer, the woman I love is an escaped genetic experiment of human hybridisation. There's two more, can you help? Yeah... Like that ends up in any situation other than caged in some government laboratory hooked up to machines for the rest of their lives."

"So what? Who are you, Rambo?" The woman snorted.

"I'm retired Australian Special forces with 3 tours of Iraq under my belt. Trust me, I'm getting them out and keeping them safe. Until I know the government won't take them away and experiment on them, I'm going to keep it that way." I said, still not raising my voice.

"Mary?!" Rose called out.

The woman, I now knew was Mary, shook herself, took a deep breath, plastered her smile again and went to check on Rose. According to my phone, it was only another twenty minutes before the two of them returned. Rose with armfuls of clothing and Mary with a thoughtful expression on her face. I followed the pair of them up to the front counter and she rung up the total. The look on Mary's face made me think she expected me to baulk at the $2481.98 price tag, but I just plugged in my card and paid without a second thought.

"Thank you for shopping, please, and I mean that sincerely, please come back any time," Mary said with a smile as she finished placing all the clothing into bags.

I took one look at Rose and decided we needed to drop this back in the car. On the way back, Rose started talking.

"Mary asked a few questions about me," she said softly.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Well... She wanted to know how we met. I told her you rescued me from bad men, but I didn't say anything else. But... She got suspicious when I told her I couldn't wear shoes. She might know something's wrong with me."

By this time we'd arrived at the car and I quickly opened the boot. "Don't worry about it, Rose. She spoke to me as well. I actually think you've made a friend."

"Really?" Rose said excitedly, "I've never had a friend... Well... Except you and my sisters, but that doesn't count."

"Oh? I'm not your friend?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"No," Rose giggled. "You're my master," she said with a beaming smile, right before she plastered her lips to mine with a small moo.

The shopping trip itself went pretty quickly after that. I lead Rose back inside and I directed her through the stores into the food market. Here, my hopes were dashed as Rose was almost completely unable to recognise anything beyond a few grains and basic vegetables. So I did what I thought was best and got a bit of everything. Equal parts good food, and equal parts, tasty junk. I wanted Rose to try everything. But it was down one of these new aisles where I found their 'decoration section.' Which, as it turned out, was perfect to pick up several corked glass bottles and a couple of actual milking pails. I found it amusing that these were considered decorations, and yet I was using them for their literal purpose.

20 minutes later, and I was pulling back into my reserved parking space. With the help of Rose, we were able to muscle all the groceries and clothes into the elevator in a single trip. It was a little awkward carrying this amount of stuff, but between the two of us, we managed. Only earning a single scowl from a middle-aged woman who realised there wasn't enough room in the elevator for her bags. Soon enough, we were back inside my apartment. I took a look at the collection of new purchases and started putting them away. As I did so, Rose took all her clothing and disappeared into the bedroom. A few minutes later and I was seasoning a pair of steaks.
Before you ask, no I'm not a monster. I explained it carefully to rose, exactly what they were and even showed her photos and videos on my phone. Her answer was simple, she felt more human than animal, so it didn't bother her. So I'd gotten some frozen vegetables in the microwave, ready to go as I threw on the steaks. The smell drew out Rose a few minutes later and she stared hungrily at the sizzling meat. That's when I decided to teach her a few things. Picking up the remote, I explained how it worked and what it did. Then I turned on the television, double-checked and turned the channel to one that plays all the current music.

I kinda expected Rose to flick through the channels, but after I turned the steaks and put on the vegetables I turned back. Rose was slowly rocking side to side, while turning in circles, with tears rolling down her cheeks. I've no idea what was actually playing at that moment because I moved up and pulled Rose into my arms.

"It sounds so pretty. It makes me want to move. What is it?" Rose whispered.

There might have been music in the shopping centre, but it was drowned out by all the people there, so this was obviously a new experience. "The sound is called music. There are all different kinds and people make more every day. As for moving," I gently started swaying from side to side, leading Rose in a small rhythm. "This is called dancing. There are different kinds of this too. But I can show you some other time."

Rose just sniffed and wiped her eyes. "I like dancing."

I just smiled and kissed her, before breaking away to tend to the steaks. I was a little surprised during our meal, however. The steamed vegetables went down quickly, but after an explanation on how to use a steak knife, Rose tore into it with passion. I had the feeling that the tweaks she'd had, made her more animalistic in a sense. She was simply responding to the taste of salts and fats in the meat from her omnivore human side. I didn't let it bother me. I just filed the information away for future lessons before I ever took her to a restaurant.

It was after dinner, that I thought we could sit and watch a movie, but Rose had other ideas.

"Can we try out the milking pails, master?" She asked sweetly.

I tried to ignore the rise in my pants when I answered, "sure if that's what you want."

Her beaming smile meant that's exactly what she wanted. Rose quickly removed her flannelette shirt and strutted into the bathroom. After I picked my jaw off the floor, I had to wonder where she learned to strut like that. Between Mary, the shopping centre and the few music videos she watched, there weren't too many options. But putting that aside, I went and grabbed the pails and followed my cow.

Rose was sitting on her knees in the middle of the bathroom when I walked in. She was pulling firmly on her nipples.

"It's not working, but I know there's milk in there," she grumbled.

I just set the pails on the floor and gestured for Rose to bend over them. She did without complaint, and I positioned myself behind her like I had the night before. Reaching around, I felt her warm breasts. Taking her nipples, with my middle finger between them, I firmly tugged them. Other than Rose mooing softly in pleasure, nothing happened. I tried again a few times, and while Rose clearly didn't mind the attention, there was no sign of her milk. But when I thought about it, the answer was obvious. I just hoped Rose didn't mind.

"Rose, you seem to only let down, when we're having sex," I said, trying to sound clinical, regardless of the bulge in my pants.

"Master..." Rose said softly. "Please milk your cow," she said, leaning back slightly to grab the hem of her pants.

I watched in awe as her slit was exposed to me. It seemed she must have enjoyed the nipple stimulation a fair bit because her juices were already running down her leg. I paused only long enough to get my pants off, before lining myself up and slowly pushing in. Rose mooed softly in delight, before forcing herself back until I was completely inside her. Reaching around, I felt for her nipples, and as expected, they were already dripping.

"Master... I've been a good cow. Please milk me," Rose groaned.

I simply started rocking. Like the previous evening, the gentle motion caused me to tug her nipples naturally. I listened to the sound of spraying milk for several minutes as I made slow love to Rose. Rose, for that matter, came to a slow shuddering orgasm in just a few minutes. She mooed and quivered with every slow thrust into her core, while her internal muscles spasmed and pulled at my cock. I managed to hold off my end for now. But a few minutes later, the soft squirts of milk turned to drips and Rose was finally empty.

Now it was time for fun, increasing my speed, Rose was soon gasping in delight as our hips slapped together. I watched as she arched her back and started to quiver a second time and I started pouring my cum into her just as her muscles started to clench and milk me right back. Feeling my seed, Rose mooed in delight and rocked her hips, trying her best to collect every drop. But after a while, I finally had to extract my softening member from her. Rose sat up and I took her in my arms, kissing her with all the love I could give. Before she pulled away.

"Master, the milk."

"Yeah, you're right. Let's take care of this first." I agreed.

I slowly got to my feet, feeling an ache in my legs and retrieved the bottles I had bought. Luckily for me, the pails had little spouts on one side which made pouring easier. I guessed each bottle was about 1L and I managed to fill two of them with a little spare in a third. I looked at the small amount and remembered how good it tasted earlier. Without comment, I put the caps on the two full bottles and picked up the third. The first mouthful was delicious. Still warm, it was as good as I remembered. But the experience of getting it from the source still lacked when I drank from the bottle.

A small moo caught my attention, just as I finished the bottle. Turning my head, I was treated with the sight of Rose frantically rubbing her clit, while watching me. The moment our eyes met, however, she immediately stopped and looked suddenly guilty.

I let out a sigh. "Rose, what were you doing?"

"M-master... I'm sorry-"

I cut her off, "what were you doing, Rose?"

"I was rubbing myself, master," she said softly, staring at the floor.

"Why?"

Rose harrumphed, "you were drinking my milk. It was really hot and I felt all tingly."

Internally, I was grinning, but I kept my charade going a little longer. "Why did you stop?"

"B-b-because... You saw me... I wasn't sure I was allowed... You just had sex with me... I didn't want you to think you didn't do a good job, because you did. You really did, master. I love what you do to me."

"Remember the rules I told you this morning?" I asked, trying desperately not to smile.

"Yes... Oh... I... I see now. I thought I would get in trouble, even though you didn't tell me not too," Rose mumbled.

"So you broke the rules, didn't you, my little cow?" I said gruffly. Rose just nodded her head. "So now you need to be punished." The sniff almost made me break character, but I had to hold out a little longer. "This is your punishment then. Put your hand back where it was when I caught you." Rose gave me a surprised look, but moved to obey, placing her hand back on her crotch. "Now start rubbing."

"Yes, master," Rose said softly as her fingers swirled over her clit.

I watched her gentle motions for a minute or so before leaning in. "Faster," I growled. Rose nodded and did as she was told. She was breathing heavier now. "Harder," I ordered. I watched as she complied and bit her lip in pleasure. It was so hot I had half a mind to take her again right here on the floor. "Open your legs wider, let master see what you're doing."

"Master..." Rose moaned slightly. She opened her legs, I could see clearly as she vigorously rubbed her clit in circles. Her breath coming in short sharp gasps.

I slid towards her on the tiles, before gently taking her chin in my hand. Pulling her gaze towards my own I stared into her eyes. "I want you to be happy. I want you to feel good. Please don't hide from me. You haven't done anything wrong. I love you. Now, come for master."

As I said those words, I leaned forwards and pressed my lips to hers. It was just as well because she screamed into my mouth with the force of her orgasm. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably. As she came down from her climax, however, she collapsed limply in my arms. I could hear soft snores, it had, after all, been a long day full of new experiences.

With little effort, I scooped Rose into my arms and carried her to the bedroom. This time I tucked her under the blankets, firmly. I wanted it to be clear that she could sleep in bed with me. I returned to the bathroom and picked up the bottles, placing them in the fridge as I did a final round of the house. Satisfied the door was locked and the lights off, I returned to the bedroom. Rose was fast asleep, mumbling the word, "master," with a small smile. Switching off the bedroom light, I crawled into bed beside the woman I loved. Slipping my arm under her shoulders, I pulled her gently so she rolled towards me. She half woke with a start, opening her eyes. Seeing me she smiled and I kissed her gently before rubbing her horns with my free hand. She snuggled closer against my side and a moment later I could hear those soft snores again.

God, I loved this woman.
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