Chapter 4: Barnyard Discovery

Ducky led Jenny through the back door of the farmhouse, the evening air warm against Jenny's bare skin. The grass was soft beneath her feet, and she found herself looking down at Ducky's heels as they walked, watching the way the other girl moved with such easy confidence. The duck charm on her collar caught the fading sunlight with each step.
"So," Ducky said, glancing back over her shoulder with a bright smile, "what do you think so far?"

Jenny opened her mouth to respond, but the words tangled in her throat. The plug inside her shifted with each step, a constant, deliberate pressure that made her acutely aware of every movement. Her inner thighs were still slick from Ms. Baker's inspection, and the cool evening air kissed her wetness, sending small shivers up her spine.

"It's... different," Jenny managed.
Ducky laughed, a musical sound. "I know! It's wonderful, isn't it? I was so scared when I first came here. But now—" She spread her arms wide, spinning in a little circle, her small breasts bouncing. "Now I can't imagine going back."
"Back to what?"
"Back to all that pressure." Ducky fell into step beside her, looking up at Jenny. "She wrinkled her nose. "Here, I don't have to be anything. I just have to be Ducky. And Ms. Baker takes care of everything else."

Jenny nodded slowly. The words resonated somewhere deep inside her, in that hollow place where all her anxieties lived. She thought about her parents, all that school work, life in general that made her chest tight with panic.

"Is it always like this?" Jenny asked. "Being... a pet?"
Ducky's smile softened. "It's better. Ms. Baker knows what we need. She makes sure we're fed and rested and happy. And the other pets—" She gestured toward a large red barn visible at the edge of the property.

"The other pets become your family. You'll see."
They walked in silence for a moment, gravel crunching beneath their feet. The barn grew larger before them, its red paint weathered but sturdy.

Jenny could hear something inside—a rhythmic sound, like a pump, steady and mechanical.
"What's in there?" she asked.
"That's where Daisy Moo lives." Ducky's eyes sparkled. "She's been here longer than me. You'll love her."

The barn doors were partially open, and Ducky slipped through the gap. Jenny followed, the sudden dimness making her blink. The interior was warm and smelled of hay and something sweet, almost like vanilla.

In the center of the space, elevated on a low platform, was a blonde naked girl on all fours. She was clearly older than Jenny, perhaps in her early teens, with pale skin and curves that seemed designed for softness.

Her belly was swollen with pregnancy, rounding beneath her in a way that looked almost impossible.

Her neck was secured in a wooden yoke that held her head steady, and attached to her breasts were clear suction cups, connected by tubes to a large canister.

The pump hummed and clicked. The suction cups pulled at her nipples in a steady rhythm, and Jenny watched as thin streams of milk flowed through the tubes, collecting in the canister below.

"That's Daisy," Ducky whispered, though she didn't need to. The blonde girl's eyes were half-closed, her expression dreamy and distant. "She doesn't talk much anymore. Ms. Baker says it helps her stay in her headspace."

Jenny stared. She had never seen anything like this. The teen—Daisy—seemed completely at peace, her body simply doing what it was made to do. There was something almost sacred about it.

Ducky approached the platform, her steps light and eager. "Hi, Daisy! Look who I brought!"
Daisy's head turned slightly within the yoke, her blue eyes finding Jenny. A slow smile spread across her face.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but only a soft, low sound emerged—something between a sigh and a moan.
"She's really nice," Ducky said. She leaned in and kissed Daisy's cheek, and the blonde woman's smile widened. "Look at how much milk she's giving today! Ms. Baker will be so pleased."

Jenny stepped closer, her curiosity overriding her uncertainty. The suction cups fascinated her—the way they pulled and released, the steady pulse of the machine. Daisy's nipples were long and dark, stretched by the constant milking, and her breasts looked heavy, full.
"Does it... hurt?" Jenny asked.

Ducky shook her head. "No. She loves it. Watch."
She moved behind Daisy, where the teen's rounded hips were raised, her legs spread for balance. Her pussy was visible between her thighs, pink and glistening, and Jenny realized with a jolt that the milking was arousing her.

Ducky crouched down and pressed her face between Daisy's legs. Her tongue darted out, licking a long stripe up the woman's folds.
Daisy's whole body shuddered. A low, moaning sound escaped her—"Mmmoooo"—and her hips pressed back toward Ducky's mouth.

Jenny's pussy clenched at the sound. Wetness gathered between her own thighs, and the plug inside her suddenly felt heavier, more present. She watched Ducky's tongue work, sliding and circling, dipping inside. Daisy's breathing grew ragged, her fingers curling in the hay beneath her.

Ducky pulled back, her chin wet. She looked at Jenny with mischievous eyes.
"Come taste," she said. "It's so good."
Jenny hesitated. "Is it... allowed?"
"No rules," Ducky chirped. "Not between pets."

The permission loosened something in Jenny's chest. She dropped to all fours, crawling forward on the hay, the movement making her tail plug shift inside her. The pressure sent sparks of pleasure up her spine.
She positioned herself behind Daisy, her face level with the woman's swollen pussy. The scent was musky and sweet, and Jenny found her mouth watering.

She leaned in and licked.
The taste flooded her tongue—salty and rich, nothing like she'd expected. She licked again, deeper this time, and Daisy's moan reverberated through the barn.
"Good, right?" Ducky said, settling beside her.
"Watch this." Ducky's fingers joined her tongue, pressing into Daisy's entrance, then sliding lower to circle her anus. She pushed two finger inside, and Daisy's back arched, her moan rising to something almost like a "Moo!"

Jenny sucked harder, her own arousal building. She could feel herself dripping, her clit throbbing with need. The taste of Daisy was intoxicating, and she found herself chasing it, tongue working faster.

Then she felt it—Ducky's mouth on her own pussy from behind.
She jerked in surprise, but Ducky's hands held her hips steady. Her tongue found Jenny's clit, and the world went white at the edges.

"Oh—" Jenny gasped against Daisy's folds. "Oh, that's—"
Ducky licked and sucked, her fingers replacing her tongue occasionally to stroke inside. Jenny's hips moved on their own, pressing back against Ducky's face, grinding forward into her own oral exploration of Daisy.

The dual sensation was overwhelming. Jenny tasted and was tasted, gave and received. Her mind emptied of everything except the pleasure building in her core.
Daisy's moans grew louder, more urgent. The milking machine continued its steady rhythm, and somehow the combination of sensations—the suction on her nipples.

Jenny's tongue on her pussy—pushed her over the edge.

She came with a full-bodied shudder, her inner walls clenching around nothing. A spray of clear fluid gushed from her pussy, coating Jenny's face.
It was creamy and sweet, and Jenny lapped it up eagerly.
That final taste, combined with Ducky's relentless attention to her clit, sent Jenny spiraling.

Her own orgasm crashed through her, harder and deeper than anything she'd experienced before. She cried out against Daisy's skin, her whole body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.

When she finally collapsed onto the hay, Ducky was beside her, both of them panting, faces wet.
"That was wonderful," Ducky breathed.
Jenny could only nod. Her body felt loose and warm, completely satiated.

They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, still occasionally licking each other faces clean. Daisy hummed contentedly in her yoke, the milking machine continuing its gentle work.

Then Jenny heard it—the creak of the barn door.
She twisted to look over her shoulder.
Ms. Baker stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the fading light. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a glint in her eye.

"I see you're enjoying yourselves," she said, her voice smooth and approving.
Ducky and Jenny scrambled to their feet, though Jenny wobbled on unsteady legs. Her face was still wet with Daisy's cum, her body humming with satisfaction.
Ms. Baker smiled. "You two, come with me. It's time for dinner."
Then she said the word: "Obey."

It hit Jenny like a warm wave, filling her with that familiar, irresistible need to comply. She straightened immediately, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
Ducky did the same, and together they followed Ms. Baker out of the barn.
Jenny didn't look back.

She didn't think about her old life—her classes, her school, her old life. All of that seemed distant now, like a dream she'd woken from.

This was paradise. And she never wanted to leave.