
Meet Grace. As a farmhand you deserve to know that she produces the most milk out of any of the other women here in the barn. You also deserve to know that she just looooooves to have a good man inside her... As you found out the day you awoke after falling asleep on the job. She was giving you that mischievous, lustful grin so many of the farmhands had viewed before. Viewed before mysteriously dissapearing, that is.
The farm was a bit of a degrading place for Miltank to spend their lives, in a world where every pokemon was civilized and intelligent. Some really needed the mediocre pay. Some really needed a place to live, even if it was just a pen with a badel of hay and a milking machine. They treated the women like common cows. But Grace didn't mind. No, she loved it.
This farm always replaced the farmhands rather quickly. And due to their borderline criminal ethics, whenever a farmhand 'dissapeared' like you did, the case was always covered up, rather than looked into. So Grace didn't need to worry as her body began to convert yours into one of her cowpies. There was no need for her to fret that she might be found out for adding you to her udder's load. And nobody was caring where you were as she hooked up her milking machine to her teats, and began to pump you out into the system to be prepared for mass marketing.
Her name is Grace. She loves to have a good man inside her, and she would be damned to find a better place to do it. You wern't her first, and you certainly wouldn't be her last.
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Shikaro with the intent of being a sort of follow-up to this. However, I made a slight edit to it. Original can be seen here
Short story by meh. Art by Shikky~
The farm was a bit of a degrading place for Miltank to spend their lives, in a world where every pokemon was civilized and intelligent. Some really needed the mediocre pay. Some really needed a place to live, even if it was just a pen with a badel of hay and a milking machine. They treated the women like common cows. But Grace didn't mind. No, she loved it.
This farm always replaced the farmhands rather quickly. And due to their borderline criminal ethics, whenever a farmhand 'dissapeared' like you did, the case was always covered up, rather than looked into. So Grace didn't need to worry as her body began to convert yours into one of her cowpies. There was no need for her to fret that she might be found out for adding you to her udder's load. And nobody was caring where you were as she hooked up her milking machine to her teats, and began to pump you out into the system to be prepared for mass marketing.
Her name is Grace. She loves to have a good man inside her, and she would be damned to find a better place to do it. You wern't her first, and you certainly wouldn't be her last.
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Short story by meh. Art by Shikky~
Category All / Pokemon
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