My Playground
One of the things that was hardest for me to adjust to in farm life was the hours. They weren't gruelling by any means, but oftentimes between Deyha being up early and Carolyn being up late, there was always something going on. I matched my schedule closest with Carolyn, even though I slept a fair bit more than her. Every morning Deyha's alarm would go off and she would disentangle herself from the sheets to begin tending to early stuff like verifying bottle and box inventory, or sorting the mail. Then, a couple hours later Carolyns would go off. For a while I was successful in trapping her in bed with me for slightly longer mornings, but she had grown somewhat resistant to my charms and in turn I eased off of guilting her into cuddles.
By eight AM I had the bed, and by extension the bedroom to myself. Routine did offer me some comfort, so I made a habit of doing a sort of circuit to keep myself busy. Breakfast, milking, Ellen and Carolyn's second cups of coffee, Deyha's iced tea, lunch prep with the boys, and then a few somewhat empty hours in the early afternoon where I drifted. I used to spend these moments on InSnare scrolling through little video memes but the app hadn't been working lately.
Instead, today that was spent in CAD as I continued my quest to improve the milking system. Drawer organizers for easy consumable inventory, bottle adapters for the folks who didn't want to fiddle with the bags, tube cutting templates for the people who wanted as little on their chest as possible… Quality of life stuff.
I was roused from my thoughts by a knock at the door.
"Come in!" I stretched and lifted my lap board to its wall hanger before pushing my monitor toward the wall.
Carolyn stepped in, closing the door behind her. "Hey baby, are you busy?"
"Nah. Just toying with designs until I feel like doing another extraction. Do you need something?"
"No, I just… feel like I haven't made time for you in the last couple weeks."
"That's fine, I can assure you I'm not feeling under-loved. Here, join me on my cloud." I patted the bag chair beside me.
She approached, straddling my lap and draping her arms around my neck. "Have Deyha and Ellen been attending to you?"
My face warmed. "Ah. no. I mean, I haven't asked them to. Maybe I should, honestly. I've just been trying to structure my days a smidge so it seemed absurd to think about intimacy as a schedule item."
"Scheduled breeding does in fact sound a bit… clinical."
"Yeah I miss the spontaneity. It usually was a detour from a walk with Deyha or distracting you in your lab– Aw fuck."
"What? What's wrong?"
"I haven't dragged Deyha out for a walk since the foot incident! I completely forgot!"
"I'm sure she hasn't taken it personally…"
"And you are here because I stopped bothering you in the lab."
Carolyn shrugged. "I feel like that over-simplifies it, but yeah. I suppose. Legitimately it's better for the clinic if we keep the back room access to clinic staff. What with it being tax dollars and all."
"Oh, yikes, I hope I haven't been putting anything at risk."
Carolyn sat back and waved dismissively "You were a patient then, and you will have a bit of the same run of the ground for any future supervised changes, but officially Deyha and I are the only farm residents that should have full access since we are co-owners of the facility."
"I got so caught up in the communist dream that I forgot private property exists."
Carolyn laughed and lay back down against me again. "Never change Maddie."
"I'll do my best, but I feel like I should mention that this is going to become unbearably warm for me very very soon."
Carolyn gasped in mock horror. "You are changing already!"
"Sure. I'm literally becoming hotter every second." I resisted the urge to hug her closer "and in the interest of not repeating previous mistakes, we should probably relocate snuggle sessions to the bedroom."
"OoooOOoh you want to take me to bed?"
"Constantly, as always, but presently I'm just sensing a critical back rub deficiency."
"Do you think Deyha is available?"
"I think I'm ready to make her available for snuggle time by any means within my power."
"Let's go abduct her then." She climbed off my lap and took my hand to pull me upright.
"Does that make Deyha an alien? Is this revenge abduction?"
Carolyn laughed and shifted to weave our fingers together. "After years of cows being abducted, the dairy will rise up!"
"Nerd."
"You started it! Anyways, how is the new fur? Better?"
"Much. I feel like I'm a big plushie now instead of a cactus."
"Haha, that's good. Any discomfort?"
I chewed my lip. I didn't want her to worry or feel bad, but I also wasn't about to lie to her either.
"Madeline…"
"Don't 'Madeline' me, I'm working on phrasing, not inventing lies!" I huffed. "Yes there is discomfort. I have some itchy sensations and the occasional feeling like a fly or mosquito is landing on me. It's absolutely not anything that I can't bear."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for doubting you. Have you been brushing?"
"No? It's not like I'm shedding a coat this early anyways. I'm pretty sure I'll eventually just tune the sensations out."
"Fair. Would you like me to brush you?"
I once again stalled out on words. The prospect sounded so good, and I knew better than to think Carolyn would offer to do something expecting me to refuse her… but it was also guaranteed to be so much. This time at least she waited patiently for me to come up with a response.
"I would be… open to some brushing activities… provided that we have some privacy– specifically sound isolation."
"Awww, are you worried you might get loud?"
I gave her a sidelong glance. "For your information I intend to be loud and would very much like any petting of this sort to be a direct prelude to sex."
"Oh my." Carolyn lowered her voice and squeezed my hand. "Well in that case I will just text Deyha to meet us in the bedroom." She turned, redirecting us to the stairs leading up into the bedrooms that ringed the balcony around the lobby.
"There was one other thing I wanted to ask about." I followed her into our bedroom, closing the door behind us as she dropped my hand.
"Mhmm?"
"I've noticed that I smell strawberries from time to time, I've double checked and none of my soaps smell like that, and I'm ninety percent sure it's coming from me. Do you know what could cause that?"
Carolyn shrugged. "Yes."
"You're kidding."
"I really like strawberries."
"So now I smell like strawberries? You are so extra."
"I'd say that's a… side effect."
"I taste like strawberries?"
"Well surely you've correlated the smell with something haven't you?"
"I don't taste my own milk! I thought you were still a way off from making that happen, and I thought it was for Xander!"
"Oh honey, no. It's not your milk." she made a meaningful glance down. "Though I'm so glad to know that you can synthesize strawberry flavors."
I folded my arms. "Did I taste bad before?"
"No. You tasted fine."
"So you adjusted my flavor for fun… I did not see that coming."
"Well if i told you in advance it wouldn't be much of a surprise, now would it?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Are there any other surprises I should know about?"
"Mmmmm nope! Nothing you should know about."
I rubbed my brow. "Okay… I kinda thought that with all the talk about consent and such that you wouldn't flip so hard."
"Hmmm, yeah I can see where you'd get that idea. Well, I know that I said my kink was ruining you rape fantasy buuuuut…"
"Your actual kink is dominance and submission…"
"Look, don't get me wrong, I meant what I said before about your bodily autonomy, but this is a bit of a having your cake and eating it scenario. You literally have a key to your own collar, but if you want your body to be my choice, then your ass is mine. I fully want you to keep the fences of your playground in mind, but you also have to accept that I demand unsupervised access, or it's no longer a playground for me. I love you, I'm happy to manage your mods according to your exact desires, but this is what absolving yourself of choice means to me."
"So what kinds of things should I expect to be tailored to your desires?"
"Good question, The most obvious point is that your milk will be to my exact tastes, but your form will also be to my preference as well. No big change in shape because you did ask me to make you tiny with curves in all the right places. However, your hair will be in the color I prefer and grow in the places I want it to, which means you will continue to wear underwear for decency, support, and to soak for my amusement."
As always, the way she spoke about my body put me deeply out of sorts. I certainly wasn't imagining smelling strawberries now, and I knew before long Carolyn would notice too, if she hadn't already.
"So I know I've been getting a lot of novelty shirts lately but does this mean I can get one printed with 'dragon's hoard' except it's spelled W-H-O-R-E?"
"Oh Maddie, this is how you tumble down the slippery slope that ends in being led around on a leash and tied up for public use. Regardless, I'll furnish your wardrobe. I don't think anyone needs to look further than your collar to know you are my treasure."
I paced in place, rubbing my thighs together as I debated what to do.
"I'll go collect your brush. Undress and hop up on the bed." she gestured casually as she gave the command, but it still took on more meaning just from the recent conversation.
In hindsight, it should have been obvious to me that she was forming my body to her tastes. Now that I was growing fur again It had conspicuously faded out halfway up my thighs. Similarly, the hair on my head had begun growing in with a different shade, slightly more red, though it was too early to tell if the texture had changed. I peeled off my shirt, noting how it was tighter than it had been when I got it, and I no longer had any reason to think it had shrunk in the wash.
I'd grown somewhat used to my breast size fluctuating throughout the day, but there was no doubt now that my bust was simply bigger. Strangely, the stretch marks remained-- and furthermore the benign little red spots that I'd had as long as I could remember were still there. I found I minded them far less now.
Honestly, I just hoped that Carolyn didn't prefer for me to wear stiff and frilly bras. I'd grown rather fond of the sport style nursing bras. The straps were nice and wide, and the band didn't bother me so much anymore. I wrestled today's bra over my head and then carefully pulled my panties down, taking care not to drag the wet patch anywhere as I stepped out of them.
The sheets were gloriously soft against my skin now, and I sighed as I situated myself with a pillow. Carolyn returned from the closet with a couple different brushes. I suspected that one was for the hair on my head, and the other was for my legs.
"Comfy?"
I nodded, humming contentedly as I spread my arms over the sheets.
My gaze followed Carolyn's hands as she unbuttoned her shirt and pushed her pants off her hips.
"How long do you think I'll make it through brushing before I'm a mess?"
She shrugged. "Depends on where I touch you. Perhaps I should have a treat for you as a reward for sitting still through it all."
I squinted at her. "I can see how that would be effective. Do you have a particular treat in mind?"
"Hmmm, the best treat I have to offer is entirely up to Deyha, though I'm sure she will be along soon enough. Let's see which brush feels better."
I laid on my back, resting my hands on the pillow above my head as Carolyn pulled a leg into her lap and began brushing down toward my hooves. After a few strokes there was a pause and she started again with a finer, much sharper brush. It pulled at my fur a little bit more but the scratching feeling was just right.
"I like the second one."
Carolyn hummed her acknowledgement and continued working her way down, leaving all the fur she'd brushed feeling pleasantly tingly. She seemed to take great care not to wind me up unnecessarily by keeping her hands uncharacteristically far from the insides of my thighs. Still it was hard to sit still. The urge to stretch was growing stronger all the time.
Carolyn was about halfway through the second leg when the door opened. It was startling, because I hadn't heard Deyha approaching, but that was becoming more and more normal as her steps had been lighter lately. I remained in my little happy place as she and Carolyn exchanged pleasantries and small talk. Finally, as Carolyn finished up the brushing, I felt the bed shift as Deyha sat down near me. I took a deep breath, yawning and stretching as Carolyn put the brushes away.
"Did I stay still enough to earn a treat?"
"Oh?" Deyha sounded amused. "Did Carolyn promise you a treat for sitting still while you're being pampered? That seems a little redundant."
"Well I have been very good in general, if that's any consolation. But she did say whatever treat I could have is entirely up to you."
Carolyn giggled. "Well Deyha, do you have something to give to Maddie?"
"oooOOOoooh. I understand, I do in fact have an almond bar on me."
"Wheeeee" I cheered weakly and sat up.
Carolyn was laughing. "That has to be the strangest euphemism I've ever heard."
"Is it a euphemism? I thought it was a snack." I propped my arms up behind me and slumped.
Deyha unwrapped a cloth and handed me a bar composed of nuts and cranberries.
"I'll try not to get crumbs on the sheets. Or maybe I should just wash the sheets after this." I looked over to Carolyn and she was rubbing her face and groaning.
"I'm so glad you're enjoying your treat, but I was specifically referring to a creampie."
"Oh" I decided to play dumb, "I haven't had one of those, Did Jake and Thad make pies today?"
Carolyn fell forward across my lap. "You're both evil. Very very evil bad girls."
"I just think it's funny that you were so careful not to work me up and now that Deyha's here I'm just relaxed and comfy."
"And what would it take to work you up?" Deyha edged forward on her knees, resting her hands on her hips as she sat. She had kept her shirt on, but without her toolbelt in the way I could see hints of her latest mods.
"Well before the brushies, Carolyn was being all possessive talking about how I'm basically her property and that was pretty hot."
Deyha raised an eyebrow.
"Maddiiieeeee that makes it sound problematic." Carolyn whined into the sheets.
"So Carolyn has claimed sole ownership of you?"
"Ah, I mean, she did a lot of saying I was hers specifically and how she was going to mod me to her preferences, but at the end of the day my collar does say I belong to both of you."
"Hmmm." Deyha spoke in soft and low tones. "But her behavior does make it sound like I need to stake some sort of claim on you, or else our dear dragon shall have you entirely."
"I'm listening." As predicted, her talk of claiming and belonging was having a very visceral effect on me.
Carolyn sat up off my legs and crawled around the bed to kneel behind me.
"I think a certain amount of breeding may be in order." Deyha continued.
"Haha, yeah I have been looking forward to the railing you were talking about."
"Oh, railing is absolutely part of it, but proper breeding involves fertilizing an egg."
I frowned. "I don't have any eggs."
"This is true," Deyha mused, "but I should think Carolyn has a few to spare."
"Uh–"
Deyha pressed on. "And what better use for our dear pet, than to bear us a child."
"Hah~" I gasped. "I mean– technically I could."
"I want you to." Deyha spoke firmly.
I felt like I was going to hyperventilate. "I– but…"
"Would you give me a child?"
It was terrifying. Thrilling and scary and exciting all at once. I could scarcely be less ready to have a child, but I knew my answer all the same.
"Yes."
Carolyn tugged at my shoulders, easing me to lay back into her lap. Deyha pulled her shirt over her head and moved between my knees. I could tell I was exciting her in turn when I glanced down.
"Ask." Deyha commanded.
"Breed me. Please." I whispered. "knock me up."
She ran her hands over my knees, and I gave no resistance as she parted them. "Again."
"Breed me, Deyha. I need it."
Deyha hummed as she towered over me. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of me as she drew near. "Then guide me where you want me, pet."
I reached down between my legs, searching with my finger tips for the smooth alien warmth. I could feel her heartbeat now, faster than her calm demeanor would indicate as she eased forward with her hips.
The feeling wasn't entirely new. The dildo before had been roughly this size, but Deyha was an inferno inside me. So full of life and power that no lump of silicone could hope to imitate.
Carolyn caught my hands after I had finished my task, and she interlaced our fingers.
I sighed and gasped as Deyha pressed the rest of the way in but she seemed content to dwell there, resting the weight of her hips on mine as she lowered herself onto her elbows above me.
I fidgeted, struggling to move my hips in any meaningful way. I attempted to bat at her with my tail but she didn't even have to look to sweep it away with hers and pin mine under one of her legs.
"Deyhaaaa" I whined.
"Yes, pet?"
I wanted to grab at her but Carolyn held my hands back.
"Fuck meeee." I pleaded.
"Like this?" Deyha did a single thrust, agonizingly slowly as Carolyn giggled beside me.
"NooOOooOOoo…"
"Then how would you like me to fuck you, dear?" She asked with exaggerated innocence, seeming content to simply rest on top of me perpetually if I said nothing.
"Ugh!" I fought again at Carolyn's grasp but she held me back. "Pound me! Beat me into this bed with your hips and don't fucking stop until you've filled me! Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Mhmm." Deyha finally began to move again. "As you wish."
She increased her pace, taking her time to figure out how far she could pull out, but her thrusts gradually shortened until she was only really rolling her hips into me.
I panted, my breaths coming out in little huffs as she forced the air out of me. The compulsory synchronization only made the feeling all the more consuming. For all I knew, her thrusts were dictating my heartbeats now, consuming my entire purpose in both body and mind as I welcomed her in.
Every thrust was a command, an undeniable order to get pregnant, and my body sang its obedience, completely oblivious of how impossible it could be.
Deyha didn't stop when my gasps became cries. She didn't pause when I spasmed beneath her, and she didn't so much as slow her pace as I was held hostage at the peak of my orgasm. She'd sent me over in no time, but riding out the pleasure of the first blended seamlessly with a climb toward a second.
Deyha's composure was beginning to shake the tiniest bit though, her movements lost their measured control from the beginning and there was a roughness to her breathing as her thrusts paused at their deepest point and then stopped altogether.
I melted beneath her as she pulsed within me, painting my insides.
I lay in my warm crater as she lifted herself off of me, too weak to do anything but lay spread out over the bed. I immediately missed the feeling of fullness as my sweat chilled in the open air.
"Does anybody else smell strawberries?" Deyha asked.
Carolyn cackled. "Yes, we can definitely smell it too."
"Do I want to know?"
"I'll explain later. Right now, I think our babygirl needs some cuddles."
"Babygirl does need cuddles." I grumbled as I put all my energy into rolling on my side.
Carolyn wormed her way into my arms, and I chuckled as she availed herself of my breasts, working one of her legs between mine as she pulled a pillow under her head and fed.
Deyha lay down behind me, slipping an arm over my belly as she lay flush against my back.
Little waves of pleasure rippled under my skin as I drank in the sensation of being held.
After a minute Carolyn seemed to have her fill, and she lay on her back in my arms as I continued to rest.
"I didn't want to spoil the mood before–" Carolyn murmured. "But I actually don't have any eggs to spare."
"What? Why not?"
"Years ago when I first started modding one of the first updates I gave myself was a sort of menopause. I made some tweaks to keep my hormones up but the best way I saw to stop periods was to stop eggs from being released and… well… I kinda killed them all."
"Don't let a republican hear that." I murmured. "That's several thousand counts of homicide. They'd lock you up forever."
"Har har." She grumbled. "At the time, I was certain there was no way I would ever want them, and in my defense I am still utterly disinterested in child bearing, but there was no accounting for you, Maddie. I'm sorry."
I bit her gently on the shoulder. "Nothing to apologize for. We can find another egg when the time is right."
"I'm just sorry that it won't be the same."
I bit her again, harder this time. "Shut up."
She and Deyha laughed.
"I can't speak for Deyha…" I continued, "but having our genetic material has nothing to do with a hypothetical child being ours. Besides, given how many of our base genetics are overwritten, putting stock in that seems beyond absurd."
"True enough." Deyha muttered. "I suppose it was a mostly romantic notion."
"Very romantic" I agreed. "It's also very tragic that our child will grow up wondering when they will get fur, scales, and horns like their moms. That's bound to be heartbreaking."
"I'll make them mods whenever they ask."
"Is that legal? That sounds mega illegal."
"I will make it legal." Carolyn said in a gravelly voice.
I bit her.
"What was that for‽"
"For being a nerd."