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This is a post for any and all UNDERAGE PROMPTS.
A few reminders:
1. Use your subject lines! Please start with either REQUEST or FILLED also please list the pairing and kinks2. Please come up with a title for your fic ( Read more... )
Jensen had to take a sip from his water bottle, barely able to reach for it as the probe in his ass made him feel like he was going insane. Only a few months ago, he wouldn't even have been able to do that much while being milked. It was odd how soon you adapted to something as alien as having a constantly vibrating sound rubbing up against the insides of you.
Now, it wasn't like you could ignore it, his body kept going with spurts of 'oh god that's good' to 'oh my God, please make it stop, no don't, stop, oh God' to moments where it got into a rythm, like now, when you could almost, almost focus on something other than the way the tube rubbed against your dick, pulling at it as if trying to drag the flesh itself along with the white milk pulled out of him.
This morning, Daisy had decided to invent a new game. He’d somehow found a feather. It wasn't big, but it was gray and fluffy and it was the worst torture tool Jensen had ever seen. Jensen had no idea where the other cow got it from, since none of them had been allowed outside and the entire stable was locked of. Yet there it’d been. And then of course Daisy decided that the best thing to do with the feather was to start tickling the feet of the ones in production, or more specifically of Jensen.
When Chad finally released him after that shift, Jensen had gone after Daisy, jumping on his legs. Chad and Chris had interfered, Jensen had ended up chained to the wall for a bit while Daisy sat smiling in his booth. Probably glad that tied up as he was, Jensen hadn't stood a chance to get rid of the feather somehow.
It was the first time in Jensen’s life that he’d actually come laughing. So far Chris hadn’t taken the feather away from Daisy, even though he had to have seen it. Jensen had tried to glare at his fellow cow, still wished he could kick Daisy's ass, or ... or do something bad to him, maybe make him feel what that feather felt like. But Chris hadn't let Jensen do that either. When Jensen had been released for his shift, he thanked Chad appropriately he went back to his booth with one last glare aimed at Daisy. The feather hadn't come near Jensen after that, but the others hadn't been so lucky. Jensen could only grin at their discomfort, and what it would mean for Daisy when they got off duty. Jensen hoped for Daisy's sake, that he'd have thought of somewhere to run.
The new kids had been moved into the stable over a month ago, once the new booths were set up. It meant even less space for the calves to run, which made things even worse for the rest of them.
Luckily Chris had gotten to take them all to the nursery in the morning,
where they could work out their energy, before they drove the rest of the cows insane. They wouldn't be back until it was time for diner after the shifts were over.
The oldest of the newcomers, the one that had his tongue cut out, had been put in production two days ago. The boy had taken to it as well as could be expected, which well wasn’t well at all. For some reason he seemed to be eager to make things even harder on himself than they already had to be. The only time he ever seemed to smile, was when the door opened long enough for the sound of singing to reach them from outside. Audible enough to hear the words that were sung.
Jensen didn’t recognize the songs, they weren’t any that Jared had ever put on for them in the stable. But they had big words like freedom and liberty in them. Jensen tried to stop thinking, to just lose himself in the sensations, but he was starting to realize that the longer he was put in the machines, the more his mind started to wander away from what was happening to his body. As if there was a growing disconnect between the two.
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Anon said she was going to tidy up her story and post to her regular journal (which she totally should!). When she does, or if she requests, I will take down this version.
Please don't forget to come back and comment.
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