Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
Another day, another dollar, they said - but for Clarisse Evans, doctor and hucow extraordinaire, that old adage didn't apply at all. She hadn't been feeling at all extraordinary lately either - just kind of...rumpled? If that was the proper word. She had managed to stabilize the serum a bit - she would be the last hucow who had to suffer the curse of overpr...
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...
The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 16 by Lemaringouin translated by Pimanko Chapter 16 Return to the Fold * Martine, receptionist at the Good Breast diary, was on the telephone. "Hello? Yes, Mr. Walker. Non, Claudine hasn't come back yet, but she should be back soon. Hold on! I see her coming in right now. Can you wait a few seconds?" At that moment, Claudine...
The Awe of Being a Hucow by Lemaringouin, with the graceful assistance of Pimanko for the English translation from French. ***** Chapter 11 The Grand Contest and Its Prize Several days after her party with Claire, Stephanie was woken up by cries and laughter from the main hallway which connected all the hucows' bedrooms. "Sylvie, Wake up! Did you hear?...
Jessica The early morning sun seeped through the curtains, warming the room in a brilliant glow. The sound of birds could be heard from the Dairy Farm's back garden outside as the world woke to a new day. I rested back against the propped up pillows on the hospital bed, my arms cradled across my udders. 'He has your eyes,' Mark said beside me. 'He does...
Lemaringouin. Translation by Pimanko A Day at the Office It had been three weeks since Stephanie had left the dairy. She did as best as she could to express milk from her breasts, but she was unable to achieve the ecstasy she had experienced there. She had thoroughly and vigorously rubbed her clitoris and used dildos assiduously. Nothing worked. She was ve...
It was the start of the rut again. Sienna could feel it —that same old distinctive ache in her body, often warm or even hot to the touch, particularly concentrated in the depths of her womb where it radiated outward to the her sex and up through her breasts to her nipples. Sienna absently ran her hands over them, kneaded them, felt how heavy and swollen the...
When Ashley woke, she felt the fullness in her udders reminding her to go milk. She was halfway out of bed when she realized a few things: She no longer felt the effects of being in heat, which could only mean that her plan had succeeded and that she was pregnant with her first calf! The floor was covered in sleeping men - now bulls - who were all sporting...
A/N: Regardless of the choices and paths you choose, there are no dead ends in this story. I’ve linked certain chapters in each storyline so that the story progresses accordingly and one path isn’t incredibly short. If you reach the point where it says there are no more chapters left, it means that you’ve caught up with my writing and check back later for up...