Phil and Stephen go to visit a friend's farm, only to be transformed into Miltanks!

Comic drawn by  rexequinox
Phil ©  hg3300
Stephen ©  mehlahphuse
Story below by mehlahphuse
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Whitney led the two Miltanks down to the milking pens within the barn, the two Miltanks following her and chatting up quite a storm behind her. She smiled briefly and wondered what they were trying to say. Perhaps they were complaining about their udders being too heavy. They did look fairly swollen, but a good milking would make them feel very happy.

"Settle down, girls. I'll get you hooked up and milked in no time." Whitney smiled at them and opened the gate to the pen, letting them inside.

"Mil mil miltank mil!" <That is not what we want!> Phil shouted as she was lightly pushed inside by the pink haired trainer, going into the pen without even struggling.

"Miltank mil mil miltank mil!" <Please, we need you to change us back!> Stephen tried to say to her too as she followed her friend. However, she did admit that a milking sounded good, as her udder ached a bit. Maybe they should let Whitney milk them, and relax a bit so they can think more clearly about the situation.

Whitney gently removed the clothing the Miltanks were wearing and tossed them to the side. She could figure out who they belonged to later. They both fussed a little as she brought out the milking machine and hooked it up, but as soon as the machine was turned on, they both calmed down immensely. Whitney smiled and walked out of the barn. She almost bumped into a tall man walking up in the opposite direction on her way out.

"Oh! Hi, dad! Didn't see you there. If you are here about the commotion, it is alright. Just a couple of the girls playing in the barn needed a good milking. Got them rigged up now. Though not sure where they got these clothes." She held out the clothing she took from the pair and showed them to her father. "These shirts seem kind of familiar, honestly..."

Her father smiled and lightly patted her head. "Don't worry about it, dear. Just bring those rags inside. We'll see if we can get those shirts fixed up a bit and donate them to charity or something."

"Alright, Pa. I'll see you back in the house." Whitney ran off towards the house, while her father quietly peered into the barn at the two Miltanks being milked.

"Hmph! Serves you two youngins right for upsettin' mah daughter like that over your stupid badge! Maybe this will teach ya to mistreat a lady and her Miltank." He smirked and closed the barn door quietly.

Back in the barn, Phil and Stephen were in heaven. It felt so pleasant to be milked that they stopped caring about their situation. It was such a relief to get all that milk out of them. Sitting back, they both idly grabbed some hay and started munching on it, just relaxing and letting the machine do its thing. With each pump of the machine, more of their humanity slipped away, minds dulling till their thoughts became more simple. They still remembered who and what they were, but it didn't really matter to them. All that mattered right now was getting milk and chewing on a bit of hay, and getting some fresh grass in their bellies later, once their owner returned to let them back onto the fields. It was a good life and they couldn't be any happier.