School Daze Forever Ch. 09

"They do," she said, "but I think you'll want what I have in store for you. It'll be another new experience."

"Well," I joked, "if you insist."

"I do!" she joked right back. "Let's clean up a little and get dressed, though. Actually, you know what? Don't bother with most of your clothes. Just your socks and boots for the walk back, and they'll be coming off one more time before we're done."

"Okay, Fumiko."

With that, we used the small bathroom to freshen up, and Fumiko got fully dressed again. I put on my socks and boots; even though Fumiko wasn't a Mistress, I rather liked that I was nearly naked while she was fully clothed. Through the doors we'd come and back to the elevator, I followed along behind her, enjoying the little fantasy that I was her cow girl. My hands did stray to my perky titties now and then; I was confident that I'd get to cum very soon, so I didn't fret about working myself up.

Fumiko pressed one of the lower buttons. During the longish ride down, she talked even more about the finer points of caring for cows. I idly wondered if I'd be able to recall all the information in a useful way if I ever took a relevant class. Everything I'd experienced thus far indicated that I would. That made me happy. Fumiko was helping me. I moved in close to her, and she started stroking my naked back without ever pausing her surprisingly scientific spiel.

The chime dinged, the door opened, and we were immediately faced with another small space with a door on the opposite side. Once again, the door closed behind us, and there was a brief wait before the next one opened.

Fumiko led me inside a chamber that exploded in size in every direction. One moment, we'd been in a little box that had probably only had room for six people to stand around in for a few minutes before things would have gotten uncomfortable. The next, we were on a circular catwalk in a massive cylindrical chamber that stretched out for three or more floors up and down. I could spend plenty of time describing the futuristic architecture, but all of that paled in comparison to the centerpiece.

Cow girls: one to a stall, two dozen in a circle on each floor, every shape and color, mammaries of all sizes hooked up to mechanical milkers, strange visors on their eyes that wrapped around their ears and heads, and all three of their holes plugged up with corded-rope tubes winding away towards the opaque center of the room. Before me sat, knelt, and dangled the true dairy cows of 'R&RU,' generating gallons upon gallons of its very lifeblood -- the blood that coursed through my veins, too, and seemed to resonate with the stuff flowing into those tubes and to parts unknown.

The air was filled with two competing symphonies. The first was mechanical: pumping, whirring, sloughing, and squelching. The second was organic, and quite familiar: raw, unabated sexual pleasure, muffled and muted slightly by whatever was in the cow girls' mouths. I had a feeling that whatever its functions, it was shaped like a cock.

My jaw dropped. I had no words. Even Fumiko was quiet for a few moments, though she remained close and stroked my naked flesh reassuringly.

"Welcome to paradise," she said, and there wasn't a hint of humor, sarcasm, or irony in her voice.

I followed her dumbly everywhere. She became a top-tier tour guide, explaining every facet of the well-oiled ur-machine. Every tube was a provider, an extractor, and a pleasure-deliverer all in one. Green light flooded into every cow's eyeballs, and their ears were filled with pleasant music and endless praise. The latter was delivered by irresistible Mistresses, who also reassured them that their passive existences fulfilled the holy trinity every waking moment: service, obedience, and giving pleasure to their superiors.

"Not quite seventh heaven," Fumiko said, "but they get at least one dose of cum every day. The visors simulate a full sexual experience. A Master fucks them and cums in them, as far as they know. That's pretty close, all things considered."

She knew I didn't understand; she was ready with an explanation, and I was glad of it. I still couldn't find words. All I could do was absorb information, and get horny -- and I was getting very, very horny.

"Sorry," she said. "More slang. It's not even apt, but, hey, slang is slang, right? Serve, please, obey, sex, cum, sympathy, and praise: seven sources of pleasure, three of them orgasmic. If you ask me, the orgasm command could make eight, and who's to say we shouldn't count each stimulator separately? But that's the name that stuck. The cum isn't fresh unless they have a real Master visiting them. When they do, though, we make sure there's a special extraction. That's the most delicious milk you'll ever taste. That's seventh-heaven milk.

"They don't have to think," she continued. "They only have to know enough to understand the Mistress' words. Their exercises are led by machines, even, so they stay pretty fit without consciously doing anything. For them, it's just sleep, then pleasure, then repeat. They eat, pee, and poop whenever they want, and the machines take care of it all. I'm sure it makes some of their orgasms better, too."

"I..." I began, but that wasn't the right word to start. I tried again. "But what about what you said? About science, and feed?"

"Wow," Fumiko replied, "gold star for you, Jenny." She gave me a little kiss on my cheek. It felt very nice, even though I was still too shell-shocked to fully recognize or reciprocate it. Her hands on my naked body felt very nice, too. She was mostly soothing me, but she wasn't avoiding my fun places.

"You're right," she continued. "There's absolutely nothing sustainable about this at scale, but right now, this milk is irreplaceable. There's simply no other way to get it, and the college needs tons of it."

"They're pretty," I said absently.

Fumiko chuckled. "Yeah, most of them are. Once they're perma-blissed, the college has free rein to customize them. These ones get visitors sometimes. Some Masters and Mistresses really, really love this particular kind of cow girl. The stalls, restraints, machines, nonstop milking, no thinking... it works for them."

I must have seemed very dumb to Fumiko just then. I just stood there. She stopped stroking me and instead wrapped me up in a strong, reassuring hug from behind. "Be honest with me, Jenny," she said. "Are you freaked out? It's totally okay if you are. We can end the tour, and I can walk you home. We can talk about it. I mean it, Jenny. Right now, you're the most important thing to me. Nobody's going to be mad at you if this is too weird."

I did my best to gather my thoughts. I didn't do a great job. What I gathered instead were feelings, and one above all the others: arousal.

"Would you please touch me some more?" I asked meekly. "I think I get it. I think I like it."

Fumiko loosened her grasp on me, but only so she could slide her hands up to my perky titties. She started massaging them rhythmically and brushing against my fully erect nipples. She started nuzzling my ear again. "Yeah," she said thickly, "I do think you get it. And I think I know how you like it, Jenny. You're thinking about being a cow, not fucking one."

All of my fun places throbbed. I felt myself getting hotter and wetter. Fumiko wasn't quite the masseuse that Lily was anywhere else on my body, but titties were the exception. She knew how to work udders and teats like an expert. I could practically feel my smaller, perky pair begging to swell up with milk just to reward her more for her efforts.

"It's okay," she said. "It's okay to like it, and to want it. There's no shame in it, Jenny. If this is what you want for yourself after you graduate, everyone will be so happy. You'll be doing a great thing for all of us. The college just wants to make sure you know about all your options first. That's all."

I closed my eyes and leaned back into her. One of her hands strayed from my titty, but before I could be disappointed, it found my pussy. Her lips and tongue worked my earlobe, and an image flashed in my mind of a tag there -- an animal tag. My milk haze had passed, but a new one took its place. A fantasy bubbled up inside of me, and all of its details were ready to be filled in by the sounds all around me, and the sights that lingered, even as my eyes closed. I sighed and moaned, letting Fumiko know that I was surrendering and slipping away. The green light came to me on its own. I didn't have to do anything to summon it.

"That's good, Jenny," she whispered. "Have a little fantasy, right here with all your sisters. Imagine all of your holes filled, all the time. Imagine being milked all the time. No more thinking. No more learning. No more acting, or being dominant when you'd rather just submit completely. Just a passive, happy, mindless little cow, making milk that makes so many college girls happy every day. Orgasms and orgasms and orgasms. Masters and Mistresses that visit you, because you're so pretty -- Masters that fuck you, so you get some seventh heaven and make some special milk for us. All of us ranchers would visit you, too. We'd keep you safe, warm, and clean. We'd love you forever and ever.

"Moo for me, Jenny-cow," she said. "Give me a cute little moo when you cum."

Fumiko deftly maneuvered her hand around me, slipping her arm between my legs and pushing on my sex. She let me hump her hand, dictating the pace and pressure. Her other hand milked my titty and my nipple. Her mouth was playfully dominant on my earlobe, nipping and pressing on it. None of those physical sensations were necessarily parts of my fantasy, but they joined together seamlessly with my green-tinted vision of cow-girl life and pushed me towards my climax. I imagined everything she'd told me to. I pictured myself in one of those futuristic stalls, bent over completely, just like an animal. Those were the ones furthest gone, I knew. Those were the ones who were more cow than girl, and that made them feel even more of that ultimate, mindless pleasure.

I couldn't actually moo for Fumiko. I was too relaxed and happy, and I knew exactly where all of my sisters, friends, and lovers were. Instead, I huffed, grunted, and sighed my way towards my orgasm. Right on the precipice, though, with a dumb smile spreading across my face, I was able to say the word.

"Moo."

I completely submitted to my beautiful rancher girl, and her capable hands pushed me over the edge. I let myself become jelly. I let her strong hand on my pussy hold me up, plus another arm that was across my chest in an instant. I leaned back to help her, so that her whole body could be my brace. I shuddered and quivered, delighting in the release. My twitching asshole squeezed the thinnest part of my plug, and it sent more pleasure signals coursing through my veins, nerves, and network of tattoos.

"Good cow, Jenny," Fumiko said between kisses and licks. "Good cow. Just cum. Don't think. Just cum."

I joined the twin symphonies all around me, and their rhythmic promise of endlessness stretched out my smooth sexual pleasure. I held on to the orgasm for a very long time, just as Fumiko held on to my vulnerable, nearly-naked body.

When I felt I could stand again, I placed my hands on Fumiko's hips and gave a weak push. She supplied the rest of the force to get me back to upright. I took a deep breath and sighed happily, then turned around and hugged my beautiful rancher.

"Thank you so much, Fumiko," I said. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Jenny," she said, "but you have one more surprise, if you want. I think you do. I think you're the kind of girl who'll really like it."

"I will," I said. "Lead the way."

Fumiko was strangely silent for the next leg of our journey. Into the elevator and back to a higher floor we went -- just one or two below the ground. The door opened to a sultry, dimly lit lounge that belonged in some kind of a high-end sex club. There was a full bar; lots of couches, pillows, and overstuffed chairs; end tables, and plants in the corners; two poles on slightly raised diases; and a translucent cupboard with shelves upon shelves of sex toys and lube bottles, plus a cupboard underneath that promised yet more. The well-circulated air carried a familiar scent: that aphrodisiac incense from our yoga classes. There was even low music, which matched the décor perfectly.

"Posh," Fumiko said, breaking her uncharacteristically long silence. "This is where the visiting Masters and Mistresses can hang out between sessions. There are actually a few here today, in one of the other ones, but it's still your first week. We don't want anybody getting the wrong idea."

"Okay," I said dumbly. I didn't know anything about those rules. I put my trust in her. She led me to a door on the left, where the lounge décor gave way somewhat to an open hallway. Inside was my final surprise. I smiled. If I'd had a mind to guess, I would've guessed right. It was a fully-equipped cow girl stall, more or less, though a bit larger. In the center was an ornate piece of furniture that reminded me of the fucking bench from Orientation Day, except far more complex, and with all manner of implements surrounding it -- most of them jutting out of the walls on delicate, nimble-looking mechanical limbs. I saw brushes, feathers, and strips of leather. I knew what they were for. They were for sex, because a cow-girl's entire body is for sex, including every inch of skin.

"So?" Fumiko asked simply.

With a slow, easy nod, I took off my boots, socks, and collar. I walked towards the every-purpose station, and let my rancher have her way with me.

She was slow and gentle, always. When I was fitted in my final position, she came around and caressed my face. "I know it's not the full experience, Jenny," she said. "No milk to give; no hardcore bum stuff yet; no cum. We can pretend, though. Relax, and enjoy."

I smiled back and nodded as best I could in my restraints. I didn't even feel restrained; I felt supported. I felt supremely comfortable. Rather than just being on a cloud, I was inside of one.

Fumiko put the visor on me, securing it in place just above my neck. A barn interior greeted me, tinged with that special green light. Music poured into my ears. Weaving into it was a new Mistress' voice -- not the same mystery one from the other speakers, but perhaps her sister or lover. She didn't demand wakefulness or participation. She was simply there, in my mind, to reward sleepy, dreamy, permanent service and obedience.

"Good girl," she said, over and over. "You're being such a good girl for the college. Everyone loves you. Everyone loves your milk. You're serving, pleasing, and obeying. Good girl. Cum whenever you want to. Good girl. Let everything go. Good girl."

I felt myself being enveloped by a blanket of pleasure, comfort, and security. My nose was covered up with something that pushed cool, crisp air into me whenever I needed it. A warm, lovely cock penetrated my mouth, and it did all the work, teasing the entrance to my throat over and over again. A million brushes and feathers stimulated every inch of my exposed skin. My hands and feet got special attention, calling up memories of Lily's faithful service. Something surrounded my anal plug base, then locked in. It started to vibrate. I groaned around the cock. Shivers and tingles traveled from the plug, to my spine, to my brain. I was already shuddering in pleasure constantly from the Mistress' mantra. I let myself become jelly on the inside. Moo.

My titties were next. I was milked, even though I was dry. It didn't matter. It felt like a sexy college-girl mouth and tongue was expertly servicing each one. The vibrations just underneath my clitty started next, and then, finally, another long, fat, healthy cock penetrated my happily pulsing pussy. I felt real human hands on my hips, with two thumbs massaging the muscles just above my ass. I knew they were Fumiko's. She was fucking her good little cow. The barnyard scene was so very green. I was in perfect harmony with myself. I was beyond aroused, but that arousal was being satisfied every which way.Moo.

It was the kind of orgasm that could last forever. It didn't strain my muscles. It made them quiver and vibrate in time and in tune to the music and the machines. I was a good girl. I was a good cow. I peed at some point, right into a tube, and everything was taken care of for me. Once that happened, my body instinctively knew it didn't have to worry about anything anymore. It found a new depth of submission and relaxation. I was braindead. I was at peace. I was getting fucked by somebody who loved me and would always take care of me, and she was massaging my ever-growing G-spot with a most delightful cock head. Moo.

I fell asleep. My dream was the same as my reality. Moo.

When I woke up, I was resting comfortably on a large, curved couch in the sex lounge. My head was in Fumiko's lap. She was running her fingers through my hair. I wasn't sad or disappointed that I was human again. I was full of love for everything and everyone. I loved the college. I loved Fumiko. I loved Lily. Those two jostled a little for position; with limbs that still weren't quite working yet, I lazily waved at them not to fight, but to make love to each other instead. That worked out nicely. I found Fumiko's lavender eyes and gave them a beatific smile. I was quite sure she loved Lily, and that they'd settled their silly little differences. After that, I remembered Mistress Vivienne fondly. Then, the seemingly endless list of girls, Mistresses, animals, and activities blended together into an all-encompassing warmth. It was lighter than air; I was a balloon, and their combined love was lifting me up to the heavens.

Moo? Maybe not right now. Maybe later. Maybe later, then forever. Maybe.

"Hey there, cutie-pie," Fumiko said. "You back with us?"

"Moo," I said happily. She smiled. We both laughed. We melted into a new position and danced with each other while laying on the couch. It wasn't quite sex, until, near the end, it finally was. We gave each other tiny, shivery, happy orgasms with our fingers upon our clitties, kissing and smiling all the while.

A little while later, Fumiko tended bar. As soon as she put a glass of something cold and sparkly in front of me, I realized I was incredibly thirsty. She took such good care of me. I loved her lots. We drank together, and she filled my head with more knowledge that I didn't yet understand, but would never forget.

******

With the sun halfway down from its late-summer peak, I walked back to Humpty Dorm wearing nothing but socks, boots, my collar, and my plug. The girls I saw along the way all knew I was in a state. They were drawn to me for hugs, kisses, and fondles. I welcomed them all. Jeanette was new; she tasted of apple cider. So was Evie; she was a moist lemon cake.

Near to the dorm, with the sun sinking ever lower, I stopped in a nearby field of grass and just looked at it for a while, a dumb smile gracing my face. I wasn't going to eat it, obviously. Instead, I sank down and just rolled around in it, letting the blades tickle my naked skin. I thought of Lily, then, and that got me upright and back to my room.

*******

Lily was an open book to me. I hugged and kissed her right away, and assured her I'd be back with her in just a few moments. I stripped, showered, and drank some cold water; she took the initiative to do the same. We met on the bed, naked except for our plugs, and cuddled into each other.

"You're dying to tell me, Lily," I said. "It's okay. I want to hear everything."

She kissed me again. "I love you, Jenny," she said. "You're my favorite. I belong to you. Nothing has changed."

"Of course it hasn't," I said, reaching out to caress her face and her long, black hair. "You're mine. You belong to me, and you're my favorite, too. Love you lots."