Author's note: As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses t...
Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. Maria came down to the kitchen, yawning. Lynn was in the shower. Maria had checked in on Charlotte. The empty room didn't surprise her. I see she didn't make breakfast, she noticed. The summer morning was quiet. Real creepy. I wonder if it was a mistake to come here? So, start breakfast or look for Charlotte? Maria was o...
Hey everyone, Averagejoe here. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I highly recommend doing so. This is almost a part 2, continuation of the original story. Rest assured, I have plenty more to write. I've also got several other projects I'm working on, so stay tuned and show some love. AverageJoe ***** Shuddering in bliss, I dropped into the hot wa...
I studied my handiwork on Daniel. It was not bad. Black spots now randomly decorate his nude body. I took the last piece of the costume in and gestured him to turned around. Daniel reluctantly offered me his ass. He was not exactly keen on the cow play or having his ass plugged with a real cow's tail, purchased for him by yours truly from a slaughterhouse...
"Master! Master!" Sweetly moans the petite, red-haired catgirl that you pound from behind in the doggy style position; her back obediently arched while her long, red tail frantically moves from side to side. Her tight, dripping wet cat pussy lovingly clinging to your cock, guiding it deeper and deeper into her tunnel with every thrust of your hips....
I first met Jack at the bar. It was a little uncomfortable for me talking to people there, because not only was it was a drag bar, I was drinking alone and I dreading that I might run into someone who might recognize me. I had been to the Fetish Flea that afternoon, gawking at the outlandish gear. Many booths lined the hall, and hundreds of freaky people st...
(FICTION ONLY) SOLUTION to military brainstorm - create a "Breeding Farm" while solving the reproduction issue that's lingering globally. Make money and ensure new babies are born to only the "rich and famous" (aka...best "genes"..as it's survival of the fittest out there!) in the world's society. This IDEA came from Military and Global Leaders. It was a c...
You slowly open your eyes, the sound of distant rumbling waking you from your sleep. You feel the soft hay lightly hold your body afloat. A red glow is streaming past the cracks in of the wooden walls of the barn, warming your cheeks. You blink a few times to rid yourself of your drowsiness. "Oh, no!" You realize what's just happened. You had falle...
The cage it's a wooden "box" with polished soft walls, just like the ones we kept calves in when I was a kid. It is sized for a human and it has fresh hay on the floor and blankets for us to sleep on and in if needed, mostly to avoid scratches from the hay. I'm naked and I have a collar around my neck with a little cow bell on it My every move can be heard....
Author's note: This is my fourth story with the lovely Amanda James starring. It takes place a few weeks after "How to be a Hucow". It is for Adults only and audiences interested in Hucows, lactation play, humiliation, and enslavement. Enjoy. ***** Amanda looked down on her laptop as she sat on her bed. The title "My week as a Hucow" was displayed at the...