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It was the commotion that attracted the farmhand’s attention, the noise of something groaning and whining, huffing- and that awful racket of thumping and creaking. The sound of it had her detouring from her speeder to the stables. Though she’d just clocked out for the night, it looked as though she’d have to do a bit of overtime.
“Oh, what is it now?” She asked, her voice pitched higher in her frustration as the light flickered on and she peered inside. “Not you…”
The young heifer, Anakin, peered up at her from where he’d been straddling the stall door, one leg propped up against the stall to reach behind, his fingers in his ass as he thrusted his hand back and forth. The voice and the sudden lighting made him whine aloud, eyes wet and red-rimmed. He’d clearly been going at it for a while now, but judging by his weeping cock, there hadn’t been much relief.
“You couldn’t have waited till morning?” The lady asked him, but then she reached past the stall door to pat the heifer on the head, right between his horns. “Ah, fine, I’ll deal with you, come on, Ani.”
Anakin was still young, the poor thing hadn’t even had his first calf yet, but the farmer had been eyeing up the young creature as of recently. Any day now, he was due for his heat, and seeing as he’d been growing more antsy, even getting into scuffles with the other cows, he’d been temporarily moved over to the stable for a bit of isolation. Well, it looked like all the trouble had paid off, as the heifer was now experiencing his first heat.
Padmé, the hired farmhand, was well-trained enough with this work to recognize the significance of this period. It was important Anakin’s womb took, the first heat would mark his chance of becoming a proper dairy cow. Breeding would push him to produce his milk, and with how much had been invested into each of Coruscant Ranch’s livestock, they needed to ensure that nothing went to waste. It was only proper of her to ensure that Anakin be taken care of, it was her job after all.
“Alright, let’s get you all hooked up,” Padmé said, reaching over to pat the heifer on the rump. Her hand came away sticky and wet. “Oh, look at that, poor thing, you must be really worked up, huh?”
Anakin mooed back at her with a mournful look. His bottom lip jutted out as he nosed at her hand, tongue darting out to lick his own slick residue from his fingers, tail swaying back and forth. She left the stall door open as she led the heifer out of the stable and towards the direction of the barn, it wasn’t too far away, and would be less trouble on her part to have him there rather than to lug the equipment over to him.
There was still a bit of struggle though, as Anakin swayed back and forth on his feet, and with the hazy look in his eyes, bright with a fever, it seemed that he was heading into the heavier throes of his heat. Much of his weight was supported by the farmhand, her hands wrapped around his waist to guide him towards the direction of the barn. Luckily, the doors hadn’t been locked yet, the building was still open as the employees had been in the middle of cleaning up for the night.
“Sabé,” Padmé called out, as she nudged Anakin inside after her, and began to lead him towards a stall. The barn was split into multiple components, there were spaces for cows to spend the night, tiestalls where their livestock were harnessed to at night and into the morning until they were let out to graze in the pastures; a particular area that was kept sterile and scent-free to house the bulls, and then, the heat stalls. These were special, private spaces, built specifically to assist young cows and heifers with their heat. Protocol dictated that dairy cows without calves and young heifers be taken to this area, to be bred via artificial means. The equipment was expensive and in order to make sure that their livestock received the best treatment, maintenance was conducted on a daily basis. Everything had been hosed down and cleaned by now, but it looked as though Anakin would need to occupy one for the night. “Can you prepare a heat stall for this one? Ani’s having his first cycle.”
“Hm, bit of a late bloomer,” Sabé said, but grabbed the keys hanging on the side of the wall, on a hook next to the doors, to unlock one of the stalls. It was spacious, to house the equipment that was built into the ceiling of the building, and the accessories that were hooked onto the walls. “This one’s open.”
It had been cleaned and the old used bedding had been replaced. When Padmé looked over her shoulder to guide Anakin in, she watched as the heifer’s eyes lit up and he chuffed happily, squirming around in his contentment at seeing the comfortable space.
“Isn’t that better?” She asked him, and laughed softly when he made a noise of delight. “Looks nice, doesn’t it, Ani?”
She walked towards the side of the stall, to where the equipment was hung up in hooks and splayed out on a built-in wooden counter. The body harness had been suspended to the ceiling, courtesy of Sabé, so with it properly attached, Padmé was left to worry about the milk pump and the insemination rod.
A knock on the stall door made her glance over, and she smiled at her friend as Sabé walked in, locking the door behind her after she rolled in a canister. The other farmhand nudged the container over as she leaned in to help Padmé set everything up.
“Just thawed it out, got it ready for you. I figured it would make things easier,” Sabé explained and Padmé gave her a grateful grin.
“Which one is this from?” She asked, pulling out the rod and attaching it to a tube, which was then attached to the canister. Once inserted, it would periodically release the semen which was held in the canister into Anakin’s womb. The rod itself would be attached to a machine that would stimulate a breeding pattern.
“Number 3,” Sabé answered, screwing the canister head to the tube before she brushed her hands off and turned back to face Anakin. The heifer was nosing at the bars of the stall door, sniffing around and exploring every corner of his new room. He’d be staying here for the night, the young cow was probably trying to get himself comfortable. “Obi-Wan.”
“Oh,” Padmé said, and wheeled the rest of the machine over to the center of the stall, the equipment had been sterilized, a piston-like piece of metal that the rod was to be screwed onto. “Yeah, he’s a good one.”
“You know what they told us,” Sabé shrugged her shoulder, pulling the harness down to guide Anakin into it. It was a full-body piece, padded straps would go around the torso, underneath Anakin’s breasts and others would go around his arms, his thighs too, to hold them apart. Then, they’d used a padded bench to prop him up as well, just in case the harness failed, and for safety purposes. Anakin’s comfort was paramount to proper milk production, it wouldn’t do well for him to spend his heat in pain. “Obi-Wan’s our best stud, never fails to get the job done…”
“Need help with that?” Padmé asked her companion as she opened a bottle of lubricant and coated it liberally across one of the milk pumps. This one would need to be attached more carefully than the others.
“Mm, no, I’ve got it,” Sabé pulled the equipment around Anakin, first tightening the strap across the heifer’s chest, and then pushing down lightly on his back to prompt him into bending over. “Good boy.”
Anakin made a snuffling noise in response, turning to crane his head over his shoulder as he stared down at the machine that was being wheeled over. The additional straps were wrapped around and tightened across his thighs, pulling up at his lower half until his ass was out and his legs were spread. The ones around his arms also pulled up and forward, until his hands were out of the way to prevent him from moving around too much.
The heifer made a noise of agitation at the position he was being guided into, this was his first time being milked and bred, and his inexperience made itself known as his tail lashed back and forth and he squirmed in his restraints.
“Hey, calm down, calm down, that’s it…” A hand smoothed down his back though, and something nudged against his hole. As a bench was lugged over to be placed in front of him so that his belly could rest flat on the plush surface, a slick finger rubbed at the ring of muscles around his hole. Tail and ears twitching, Anakin huffed softly, before he felt the finger slip inside. The touch soothed something in him, the itch that had been scratching at him all night long. His tense figure relaxed and he melted into the bench, hanging loosely from the restraints with a low moo. “That’s it.”
Another finger reached in, and for the next few minutes, his hole was stretched out by a gloved hand as Padmé readied the insemination rod. Then, the blunted tool, shaped and made to be as long and thick as a bull’s cock, prodded at his entrance.
“Come on,” Padmé murmured, and listened to the young cow mewl as the rod sank into his ass. It stretched him out, slowly and smoothly, before it came to a stop when it met resistance. The head of the rod was nudged up, right against the entrance of his womb. “Got it.”
“Nice,” Sabé said, before she held up the pumps. They were already attached to their tubes, and to separate tubs labeled with Anakin’s identifier. These tubs were submerged in cold water containers, to be collected in the morning. “I’ll set this up then.”
They weren’t meant to collect milk just yet, after all, Anakin was still a heifer, it wasn’t likely that he would express anything, but the suction alone would help to stimulate production and so it was done as a just in case scenario.
Holding the shields up to the heifer’s chest, she attached them in one clean motion before tightening the straps behind his back. Then, with the last pump, she squatted down to reach out to his crotch. This pump was a little bit different from the rest, longer and thinner, made to encase the heifer’s cock.
While Anakin’s breasts weren’t quite filled out with the telltale signs of being full with milk, his cock was sure to produce once stimulated.
The pump was already slicked up with lube, and so all Sabé had to do was slip it onto the heifer’s member.
Anakin’s eyes rolled slightly at the sensation, the pump providing a wonderful pressure around his cock.
Everything was finally set up.
“All good to go now,” Padmé said, patting the cow’s curls before she flicked a switch. “Goodnight, Ani.”
Anakin squealed as the insemination machine and the pumps were turned on. With a loud cry, he squirmed against his restraints, the rod in his ass began to piston into him relentlessly, and the pumps around his cock and breasts began to suckle at him, the pressure pulling mercilessly milking away. Jerking his hips, his head drooped to hang loosely as his body swayed with the force of the machine’s rhythm. Completely taken by surprise at the stimulation, the heifer paid no mind to the farmhands as they cleaned everything up and dimmed the lights to the stall. Instead, his attention was directed towards the rod- the head of it that bumped against his cervix with each thrust into him. It bullied at the muscle, prodding the entrance to his womb and left him whining.
Behind him, the stall door was pulled shut and there was the sound of Sabé fiddling with the keys before it clicked shut, locked up with an ominous finality.
With a soft, choked noise, Anakin squirmed against the restraints; the straps held him up high enough that only his toes dragged against the ground. Kicking them out, he found that he could not even dig them in enough into the floor to get a bit of momentum. No, the poor little cow was forced to dangle there, swaying back and forth with push and pull of the machine that fucked into his ass. Each time it thrusted in, it would press him against the bench, and punch the air out him until he was left panting against the cushioned surface, his cheek laid flat against it, the sweat on his face soaking into the leather.
At the same time, the pump around his cock would suck harder, establishing a rhythm where it would milk him softly before suddenly- the pressure would grow into something unbearable, the area around the head of his cock especially tight and wet, as if it were made to tease at the tip until all he could do was whine and sniffle.
“Unh,” The heifer grunted, his eyes rolling back and his lips parted, the breathy noise piercing the silence. It was accompanied by the noise of the machine as it whirred and the soft buzzing noise of the pumps. The pressure on his breasts made his nipples harden, the sensitivity of them left his chest aching. “Unh- unh!”
As the machine continued to fuck him, going deeper and deeper still, the heifer could feel the way his ass tightened, his cock twitching as the pump on it suckled at the head and worked away at the shaft.
His breathing quickened, his moans growing higher in pitch as he felt the pit in his stomach tighten.
Then, with a loud cry, he met his release, his cock spurting come as his entire body tensed up and he dropped his forehead to the bench. The insemination machine beeped and slowed down, the rod stopping to press up against that spot in him.
Twitching, Anakin felt the pull of the pump as it sucked away the come, deposited into the container across the stall.
Then, he lifted his head and mooed softly. The heifer licked his lips with no small amount of satisfaction, his body having grown relaxed and limp before his eyes widened at the sound of another beep.
With growing alarm, he looked over his shoulder, just as the machine beeped one more time, one last time before-
It started all up again.
Crying out, Anakin felt the rod piston in and out of him once more, and even faster this time, harder. The settings were programmed to increase in intensity over a certain amount of intervals. The sudden renewal of its movements were overwhelming, especially to the young cow after he’d just come.
“Mmgh!” Anakin whined when the rod prodded at the entrance to his womb again, and again, and again-
Panting, with his lips parted and his tongue lolling out, a trickle of drool began to leak down the corner of his mouth, sloppily soiling the leather of the bench. When he turned his head, it smeared against his cheek and left the skin sticky.
He grunted noisily, his thighs twitching when the rod slowly and steadily pushed in deeper, bullying at him and leaving his body rocking in the air with each thrust.
His cock, oversensitive and bright red, twitched weakly. It was too soon for it to harden again, but the pump on it had not relented, and continued to milk away. The ones on his breasts too, worked away with a soft pressure, tugging at him and leaving his nipples aching.
“Mmgh…” Anakin felt it coming again, the heat in his stomach, the tension in his body as it involuntarily began to tighten up.
The rod jackhammered into him, the head nudging in and in- until finally, the very tip of it breached the entrance of his womb and then it thrusted deep enough, the machine letting out a soft series of beeps as something clicked and then he felt it; a warmth of come filling him up.
He orgasmed once more, the sensation glorious, his cock still soft but weakly spurting come as his body grew limp again. The heifer’s body had tensed up each time, and now, he found it aching; there was a shake that had begun to settle in his frame, his body shivering as he tried not to close his eyes, tried not to fall asleep.
Snuffling, he tried to move up, to get his weight off from the bench and straighten his posture. The tips of his feet scrabbled against the ground as he tried to steady himself, but just as he managed to shift over, there was a soft buzz as the pumps on his breasts and cock started up again.
Dazedly, he looked down at them in muted confusion.
And then he promptly lost his balance.
“Unh!” He moaned, as the rod in his ass began to move. “Unh!”
The machine had restarted.
The sound of the keys, metal clattering against the stall door, prompted a weak whine.
When the door was finally pulled open, Padmé peeked inside and wrinkled her nose, squinting as a beam of sunlight filtered in through the window and hit her in the eye. They'd forgotten to open it last night, and so the air flow was a bit weak. It was a little stuffy inside the stall, but she supposed it would’ve been better than letting all the warm air escape the room. Now that it was morning, and several hours had passed to fuck out the heat, the young farmhand hoped that Anakin would be settled.
To her surprise, she was met with the sound of squelching. It made her pause as her eyes were drawn to the heifer strapped to the center of the room.
“Oh-” Padmé sighed and frowned at the sight before her. “Oh no.”
One container was completely full, the one connected to the pump around Anakin’s cock. In fact- it had even overflowed, some of it spilling out and past the rubber stopper around the top, where the tube had been connected to. The others remained empty. The pumps had been turned off, likely powered off automatically within the past hour as per programmed. The machine itself was also powered down. The rod having stopped, partially pulled out of the heifer, who was still whining and squirming in his restraints. Every so often, his hips would twitch back to fuck back on the rod, as if he could somehow break free of his restraints to ride the damn thing. There was a mess that dripped down his legs, a mixture of stud come and heifer slick that left everything sticky and shining. The tub connected to the insemination machine had been emptied out.
Judging by the hazy look in the cow’s eyes though, the way his tongue lolled out of his mouth and the drool that had pooled around his face on the bench, it became clear to Padmé that Anakin was still suffering from his heat.
“Oh, Ani,” She said, and reached out to pat him on the cheek. He whined in response, panting weakly into the leather bench, cheeks bright red and tail curling. “Alright, it’ll be okay, boy.”
Turning away, she walked back to the stall door to peer out and wave her hand at her friend with a frown.
“Sabé,” She called out, and smiled when her friend looked up at her from across the hall. “I need your help. We’ve got a tough one.”
“Anakin?” Sabé asked her knowingly, gaze sharp. She paused briefly, to put down the piece of equipment in her hands on the floor before she strode over to Padmé’s side. Taking a step inside to stand behind Padmé, she looked over the other’s shoulder to watch as Anakin dug his fingers into the bench, the heifer swaying back and forth as he tried to thrust himself forward against the structure propping him up. “Hm.”
“Do you think we need something more for him?” Padmé asked her, glancing over with a raised brow.
Sabé pursued her lips before she nodded slowly.
“...Might need to bring in a stud,” She said, and then nodded again, firmly this time. “Yeah, that might do it.”
She jabbed her thumb over her shoulder, pointing at the direction of the bull-containment pens. Padmé, seeing where her thoughts were leading, nodded along as she went over to reach out and clamp a hand down on the hilt of the rod. With a wet, obscene noise, she began to pull it out of Anakin’s hole. The poor heifer could only snuffle softly as the rod was eased out of him with a soft squelch. His hole gaped without something to stuff it full, stud come leaking out of his ass and running down his legs.
“I’ll put this away then,” She said, and then made to wheel the machine over to the corner of the stall where it would be out of the way. “Are you going to grab Number 3?”
“Yes,” Sabé called back at her as she turned to pull the stall door open again. “It doesn’t hurt to try again with him. If things don’t work out though, we might have a problem on our hands, but I doubt it.”
“I sure hope so,” Padmé said, and watched as Sabé disappeared around the corner of the hall. The bull pens were quite a bit away. Though contained within the same building, it was built far enough away that the cows and bulls wouldn’t bother each other. Sighing softly, she returned her attention to the rod, which she began to unscrew from the machine. All the equipment would need a proper cleaning, but that would have to happen later, when all this was dealt with.
Before Sabé returned, Padmé took the opportunity to replace the container that had been filled.
“Look at that,” She said, and hefted it up from where it had been left in the tub of ice water. “Look at how much you made! Wow.”
It was honestly a lot for a heifer to produce, just from prostate and womb stimulation alone. Especially with this being Anakin’s first heat; and the young thing wasn’t even done yet.
She made quick work with changing everything out, replacing the tubs of water with fresh ice and giving the bench a quick wipe down with a damp cloth.
By the time she was finished setting everything up, she heard the stall door as it swung open just in time.
Glancing over her shoulder, Padmé watched as Sabé led the stud into the stall.
“Come on,” Sabé urged the bull, nudging him gently inside before latching the door behind her.
The bull huffed slightly, shuffling around before he paused and tilted his head. He was older than Anakin by several seasons, more experienced. Obi-Wan was the type of bull that only ever appeared every few generations. The farm paid a good bit of money on his breeding, he was of special stock, had a bunch of fancy pedigrees and all the like, but…he had a notorious attitude.
It was the only thing that kept the farm from considering him as their prized stud.
See, artificial breeding made things easy. It made it easy because the old fashioned way of doing things involved plenty of other elements that could make a breeding session go all wrong. One of those elements was chemistry.
Sometimes, some studs and some cows never worked together. They just didn’t fit, to try and put them together would be like trying to mash together two pieces taken from different puzzle sets.
Sometimes, it didn’t work and that was it. Sometimes, some cows didn’t like taking studs or sometimes, some bulls didn’t like taking cows. Either way, there was no point in causing a headache by trying to make it work when you could simply use different equipment to ease the process.
Obi-Wan was one such case.
They’d tried though, oh, they’d definitely tried.
Obi-Wan had simply never really seemed to click with the cows, and so the farmhands had relied upon other means to get the job done.
It was unlikely that this would be any different from past cases, but Sabé supposed that it didn’t hurt to try.
To their collective surprise though, the stud snuffled around, before he leaned in towards the direction of the center of the stall.
“Woah!” Sabé startled, and leaned back, digging her feet into the ground in an attempt to steady herself when Obi-Wan began to pull against the restraints. The halter, tied around Obi-Wan’s torso and face, pulled tight, and the bull stumbled back slightly before righting himself.
Sabé watched him closely, warily, for any signs of aggression.
There was none though-
In fact, when she took a closer look, she could see the way his pupils had dilated until there was only a sliver of blue left in his eyes, and the flare of his nostrils as he inhaled deeply before exhaling shallowly.
“You think he likes Ani?” Padmé asked, her eyes also set on Obi-Wan as he grunted softly and yanked against the halter once more. “Seems like he does.”
“Yeah…for once,” Sabé said slowly with a squint before she led the bull closer. He followed behind her eagerly, his gaze crawling all over the heifer’s form. Said heifer, preening at the attention, wiggled around as if to entice the stud to come closer. “Looks like he’s interested.”
“Both of them do.” Padmé said softly, patting Anakin on the back before she stepped over to help Sabé guide Obi-Wan into the proper position.
The lead of the halter was then hooked up to the rest of the harnessing setup built into the ceiling, something to help keep Obi-Wan centered right properly before they moved the bull to stand behind Anakin. The heifer, with his legs still spread by the straps around his thighs, whined softly as the stud was guided into mounting him.
Given that he was already stretched out from the rod and wet from his heat, Obi-Wan’s cock sunk into his hole with relative ease and the young cow cried out softly as the bull pulled back before thrusting back in.
With a shaky mewl, the heifer was promptly pushed up against the bench as the stud began a steady pace of fucking into him.
“Look at that, we didn’t even have to do anything!” Padmé clapped her hands together as she looked over to her friend.
It seemed like everything was going smoothly enough without their interference, and so the two farmhands only needed to shut the stall door behind them with another final click of the lock, just as the stud began to grunt loudly with each thrust of his hip.
There was an obscene noise that echoed in the room, the sound of flesh against flesh as Obi-Wan sunk down to base, deep into Anakin. Each time he did so, there would be a squelching sound and the sensation of his balls smacking against the muscles of Anakin’s ass. The heifer’s eyes had begun to roll back, lips parted as unbidden cries escaped him, his jaw slack with drool leaking out the corner of his mouth.
“Hnngh…” He huffed out, and then squealed when Obi-Wan leaned down to nuzzle up against the sweat between his shoulder blades. The stud’s harness kept his mouth muzzled, a safety precaution to prevent aggressive behavior against cows as some bulls had a tendency to bite when breeding.
There was sweat beading Obi-Wan’s forehead as he continued to drive into the heifer below him, leaning in so much that Anakin was forced to remain bent over the bench, body shoved against it each time Obi-Wan pushed into him. The cow’s hole was warm, wet and welcoming; sucking him in perfectly and milking away at him with a delicious pressure.
Huffing and grunting, Obi-Wan sped up, his hips snapping forward as he continued to fuck into the fertile hole presented to him. The tip of his cock kept hitting against it, the entrance to Anakin’s womb. The touch of resistance made him furrow his eyebrows as he drove himself deeper and deeper still. There was an instinctive drive, to keep going, to push the limits between them until Anakin would be surely bred.
So concentrated he was in his pursuit for satisfaction, the bull nearly missed the way the heifer began to tremble below him before there was a soft moan. Anakin slumped over slightly as he came, the pump around his cock working to milk him, the ones on his chest also having started up. They squeezed at him rhythmically, the pace speeding up to match that of Obi-Wan’s breeding.
The heifer hung loosely in his straps, fingers digging into the bench as he panted against the leather. Occasionally, he would twitch and whine, his cock weakly spurting come as he stayed limp against his restraints and took, took, took what Obi-Wan gave him.
At some point, the wetness on his face wasn’t just from his drool, but also came from the tears that had welled up in the corners of his eyes and spilled down his cheeks.
He hiccuped softly, squirming when his chest began to itch.
There was a pressure that had begun to build up, a heaviness that was strange and unfamiliar. Each time the pumps sucked at his tits, he would whine, as the sensation became stronger and stronger, until-
At some point, something finally happened.
The sore sensation gave way as his breasts began to leak, the breeding having stimulated him to the point that he began to produce. It started as a weak trickle, milk beading his nipples, before it grew into a smoother flow.
The relief of pressure from his chest made the waterworks start up again and the young cow sobbed aloud as he tried to rock back into the cock driving into him, his own member twitching weakly as it leaked.
Obi-Wan’s pace had begun to stutter, the bull finally seeming to reach his limit as he thrusted in once, twice, and then burying himself to the hilt, his cockhead nudging right up to the entrance of Anakin’s womb, he came. Long and hard, a steady warm stream of come that filled the heifer up properly, the stud rocked his hips against the heifer’s ass, grinding up against the cow as he breathed heavily. Panting, the bull closed his eyes to take in the warm, tight feeling of the heifer’s hole before he slowly pulled away.
With a wet schlick , the bull pulled halfway out before he sank back in. Then, with a low, muffled groan behind his muzzle, he began to fuck into the cow again.
It was addicting, the sensation around his cock, the wet slide of slick and come, the way Anakin would tighten up each time he came.
The bull’s hands were free, and so, Obi-Wan reached out to grab Anakin by the hips, pulling his lower half up so that his hips were more parallel to the ground and his ass splayed out. The position put more of his weight onto the bench, until the cow was propped by that and Obi-Wan alone.
“Unh, unh, unh,” Anakin moaned, the air in his lungs getting punched out with each snap of Obi-Wan’s hips. The stud’s pace was relentless, and the feel of his cock left the cow going cross-eyed as his eyes fluttered with each slap of the bull’s balls against his ass.
“Ah,” He sighed, when the stud’s cock hit the spot deep within him that made heat spark up in his stomach. With a soft moan, he felt himself come again, just as the tip of Obi-Wan’s cock nudged slightly in- right up against the muscles, the opening to his womb, and into it too. There was another strong spurt of come, a warm stream that filled him up as Obi-Wan stilled in him. With his belly full of stud come, the heifer smacked his lips in satisfaction, his tail swaying back and forth and his ears flat against his head.
It was only his first breeding, but…he was looking forward to the next one.
Especially, he glanced over his shoulder to meet Obi-Wan’s eyes, the bull stared back at him with a hungry expression, if he could see him again.