Chapter 3: Rising Action
The sun peeks in through the slatted windows of a certain girl's room, waking her as it usually does in the morning. This girl was Lori, the farm goat girl , and she stirred awake with a yawn and stretch, her tail lazily wagging behind her. She lived in her little room behind the others, separated from the main farmhouse by an old wooden porch. Her room was cozy and simple, with just a bed, a dresser, and some pictures she'd drawn and hung up on the walls. She loved it.
As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she heard something clattering outside. It sounded like the milk bucket that hung by the door, and she wondered who could be out there so early.
As she stood up, she noticed that her balls were feeling rather heavy today, swollen with milk. She'd need to get milked soon, but first, she wanted to see who was outside.
She padded over to the door, her cock already half-hard, and peeked out through the window. She saw Rosie, the farmer, standing by the milk bucket, her arms full of fresh vegetables from the field. Lori's heart leaped with joy at the sight of her. She loved Rosie, admired her, and couldn't wait to see her every day.
She opened the door, a big smile on her face.
"Rosie! What a pleasant surprise. I thought you would be going to town today." Lori said, stepping onto the porch, her tail swishing back and forth in greeting.
Rosie looked up and smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I did, but I wanted to stop by and see how you were doing first. You said you weren't up for milking yesterday, so I was worried you were sick or something." She explained, giving the goat-girl a warm smile.
Lori blushed and let out a shy bleat, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "I'm sorry. Yesterday you and Ella seemed pretty busy so I went ahead and took care of myself. It was a little bit tricky, but I still managed to make the sales line. Barely." She admits, looking at the ground bashfully.
Rosie took on an apologetic frown, placing her hands on Lori's shoulders. "Lori, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel ignored!
It's just that Ella was so excited about her new supplement and I wanted to help her out." Rosie said, her voice warm and apologetic. "But I should've checked in on you too, especially if you were feeling unwell. Are you sure you're okay?"
Lori looked up at Rosie, her ears perking up in surprise. "Oh, no, I'm fine, really! It's just... well, yesterday was just an off day for me. I'm sorry if I made you worry." She said, her tail moving back and forth nervously as she spoke.
Rosie's expression softened, and she gave Lori's shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I'm just glad you're okay. though I have to ask, are you sure you're all right? You're looking pretty backed up today, a lot more than normal." She points a finger down to Lori's throbbing balls, which were indeed rather swollen.
Lori blushed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, I guess I am. I've been feeling kind of... pent up. I don't know what it is, but I've been extra horny lately. I might need to be milked twice a day now." She admitted, her tail swishing from side to side in embarrassment.
Rosie raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. "Well, if that's the case, I'd be happy to help you out with that. Today, you only have to do half of your chores, and after I'll help you out in that pose you really like." Rosie said softly, running a warm hand through Lori's curly hair.
Lori's ears perked up at that, her tail fluttering above her butt so swiftly it made a swishing sound. "Ooh, I can't wait! I'll get right on the lawn work right now!" She exclaimed as she went for her shorts and tee shirt.
She was so excited that she nearly tripped over her own feet as she rushed to get dressed.
"Hold on there, Lori. You don’t want to hurt yourself before you even get started, do you?" Rosie chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement as she watched the goat girl flit around the room, hurriedly pulling on her clothes.
"Sorry, Rosie, I just can't help it. I get so excited when I know I'm going to be milked.
It's like a rush, you know?" Lori said, her tail swishing back and forth behind her as she pulled her shirt over her head.
"I do know, sweetheart. I remember when I first started milking you, you were always so eager to get started. It's one of the things I love about you." Rosie said, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
Lori beamed, her ears perking up at the compliment. "Thanks, Rosie. That means a lot to me." She said, her tail swishing proudly.
Rosie smiled, her eyes gentle and caring. "Anytime, Lori.
Just don't hurt yourself. I need you in good shape for later. Now, go on and get your chores done. I'll be here if you need anything." Rosie said, leaning back against the porch railing as she watched Lori scurry off towards the lawn mower.
Lori waved back at her, a smile plastered on her face. "Okay! See you soon, Rosie!" She called out, her tail wagging excitedly behind her.
She arrived at the shed where all of the tools were stored. She loved the smell of the freshly cut grass and the feel of the sun on her skin as she worked. She knew she was lucky to have this life, to have Rosie as her caretaker and friend.
She grabbed the lawnmower and began to push it through the tall grass. She loved the feeling of the blades cutting through the green stalks, the smell of the freshly cut grass filling the air. She worked quickly, her tail swishing back and forth behind her as she pushed the mower through the field.
As she worked, she couldn't help but snatch up a handful of the fresh cut grass and give it a bite. Being half goat, she really enjoyed the taste of grass, and being able to eat while working was just one of the perks of her job. She loved the cool, crisp taste of the green blades, and the way they crunched between her teeth.
She looked up from her work, her ears perking up as she heard the sound of the other farm inhabitants going about their day. She could hear Ella barking and making her rounds along the fence, and she could see Bessy, the cow-girl, in the orchard picking apples. She wondered where Sandy the horse was, but remembered that she was the one collecting wood today. Knowing this, she could deduce that all of her friends were safe and hard at work, just like her.
After two hours of mowing , Lori had made quick work of the field. She turned off the mower and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Her balls were aching with the need to be milked, but she knew she had to wait until Rosie was ready.
She headed back towards the shed, where she spotted Sandy, the horse-girl, standing by the woodpile, her arms loaded with logs. She stopped and watched Sandy for a moment, admiring the way the sunlight danced on her glossy chestnut coat. She felt a surge of affection for her friend, who was always so kind and patient. She smiled as she saw the strong horse woman drop off the wood and march off with the ax, ready to collect more wood.
Alone again, she wondered what else to do from her chore list. The two easy ones would be to check the posts on the front fence and to gather all the laundry.
Since she had finished the lawn, she decided to collect everyone's laundry first. She grabbed a basket and went back to the barn, deciding to stop at her room first.
She went into her room and picked up the dirty clothes from her floor, tossing them into the basket. She sighed as she looked around her simple, cozy room. She loved it here, but sometimes she wished she had more. She knew Rosie worked hard to provide for all of them, but sometimes she felt envious of the human world and all the things they had. She shook her head, knowing she was just being silly. She had everything she needed here, and more. She had friends, family, and a life she loved.
She headed back out of her room and made her way to the other stalls, picking up the dirty clothes and tossing them into her basket.
She could hear the hum of the milking room, where Rosie was likely getting Ella set up for her milking. She smiled, knowing that she would be next.
As she passed Ella's stall, she peeked in and saw the hound-girl bent over the trough, her tail wagging excitedly behind her. Rosie was behind her, her hands gripping Ella's hips as she thrust into her. Ella was moaning and yipping, her body shaking with pleasure. Lori's ears perked up and her cock twitched at the sight.
She watched Rosie's strong hips moving in and out, her massive cocks disappearing into Ella time and time again. She could see the pleasure on Ella's face, could hear her whimpers and whines as Rosie filled her. She felt a pang of jealousy, but it was quickly replaced with excitement. She knew that soon, it would be her turn.
She peered closer as she saw something odd: the size of Ella's balls. They were massive, about as big as Bessy's, and they were swinging between her legs while Rosie worked her over. A jet of cum left her cock and splattered into the pan, causing Lori to hear, see, and smell her rich dog cum.
She tore her gaze away from the scene in Ella's stall and continued on her way, collecting the dirty clothes from each stall as she passed. She couldn't get the smell of horny hound out of her nose, but she didn't mind. It made her even more eager to get to her own milking.
Bessy's stall was last on her list, and as she approached, she could hear the cow-girl humming to herself as she brushed out her thick fur. Lori smiled, poking her head into the stall. "Hey, Bessy," she said.
Bessy looked up and smiled, her big brown eyes warm and friendly. "Hey, Lori. How's it going?" she asked.
"Not bad," Lori replied, stepping into the stall and holding out the basket. "I'm just collecting laundry.
You have anything that needs washing?" Lori asked, her tail swishing lazily behind her.
Bessy nodded, standing up from her stool and walking over to her wardrobe. She pulled out a few dirty shirts and a pair of overalls, handing them to Lori. "Here you go. Thanks for doing this, Lori. I really appreciate it."
Lori smiled, dropping the clothes into the basket. "No problem, Bessy. I don't mind helping out. Besides, it gives me a chance to see everyone and check in."
Bessy's eyes softened, and she gave Lori a warm smile.
"That's what friends are for, right? Speaking of which, I heard Rosie's been busting her butt with Ella today. How are you holding up? You looked a bit flushed earlier."
Lori's ears twitched and she averted her gaze, blushing slightly. "Oh, I'm fine, really. Just... I've been feeling a bit backed up lately, you know? I might need to be milked a little more often." She admitted, her tail swishing nervously behind her.
Bessy chuckled, her large udder swinging gently. "I know what you mean.
Sometimes I feel like I can't go more than a day without being milked, too." Bessy said, her voice warm with sympathy. She patted Lori gently on the shoulder as she passed, heading to her stool to continue brushing her fur.
Lori smiled gratefully, her tail swishing behind her. "Thanks, Bessy. It's good to know I'm not the only one. Alright, I'm off to collect the rest of the laundry. See you later." She said, waving goodbye as she left the stall.
Bessy waved back, her eyes soft. "See you, Lori.
Don't forget to take a break after you finish the laundry!" Bessy called out after her friend, her hands still steadily brushing her thick fur.
Lori waved back, her basket now filled to the brim with dirty clothes. "Will do, Bessy. Thanks again for these." She replied, her tail swishing happily behind her as she made her way out of the barn. The sun was now high in the sky, casting long shadows across the farm. She loved this time of day, when the heat was just starting to build, and the farm was filled with the sounds of life.
The birds were singing, the wind was rustling the leaves on the trees, and her friends were all working together to keep the farm running smoothly. She felt a sense of peace and contentment as she made her way back to the main house, her tail swaying lazily behind her.
Going over to the house, she went inside and made a straight line for the laundry room, hauling her basket with her and humming a tune. She pulled open the door of the washer and began to load it up, picking out just the darks so the girls would have all their jeans and overalls clean first thing. Next she tossed in a cup of washing powder, cranked the knob for a heavy duty wash, and let it rip. The machine rumbled and hissed as it started its task. Simple and easy, and she even got to toss in some of Rosie's clothes too.
With that done, all she had left to do was check the front fence for wobbly posts.