Lemonade Stands Everywhere

Summary: Pasha is a cattle hybrid of the banana strawberry breed. Until recently he was a bull, but now starts his life as a cow to be bred and produce milk. 

Content Warnings: rape/non-con, aphrodisiacs, breeding, slavery, hybrids, forced transition, forced feminization, vaginal sex, oral sex, fingering, piss drinking, possessiveness, pronoun switch

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Pasha huffed as he was pulled by his nose ring into a brand new room with only a metal bar and some bedding, stumbling as he tried to balance appropriately with his new body. He was luckily neither too top heavy nor too bottom heavy, but he still wasn’t used to his wider hips and brand new breasts. Even his longer hair flopping around his face in messy curls was a bit disorienting. He couldn’t believe sex change potions were legal to force on owned hybrids. Well. He could believe it, he just hated it.

He wondered, as he was chained to the wall near the horizontal bar, if he could’ve stopped them if he was stronger. Probably not. There were always more humans. Knocking one down did nothing but send new ones to fill their place. It was always Pasha’s fate to end up here, with a brand new cunt and tits, facing what he could only assume was breeding. His new owner had said he wanted Pasha’s “nana-berry” milk flowing before the end of the year. He needed to have a baby soon for that to happen.

It was confirmed when they forced him to swallow a liquid aphrodisiac that tasted so foul they actually let him have a strawberry candy to chase it with. He hadn’t had a candy since at least a year before all the hybrids were rounded up and forced into servitude for the good of the country. Pasha wished for the government farms now, but at the time he had wept for his home and family and candies. He was a fool child, but the memory of those times vanished as heat grew inside him.

He grunted and shifted anxiously as his cunt started to get wet. He’d only had the thing for a few days now, most of which was spent unconscious or in a feverish panicked state, so this was new to him. It felt kind of good, warm and tingly, but as he gripped the bar for support, he could mostly only feel worried what bull was going to come through the door. 

He was leaning heavily on the bar, starting to dribble, before it finally opened. The bull led in by his nose ring was massive with good horns and monochrome in color, a white and black banded breed. Not a flavor breed, so their calves would inherit Pasha’s strawberry banana milk instead of mixing with another. He was built like a fridge and his ear tag was green, indicating he was a proven successful breeder. He looked intimidating, he was huge and had a scar on his face. 

Also he was really big. Had Pasha considered yet how big he was? He was a full head and then some taller than him and although the width was similar, the bull had muscle too, while Pasha was just chubby. Pasha looked up at him and trembled, a little aroused and very afraid.

“Say hi to Nana-Berry, Domino,” one of the humans sneered as they finished locking the bull’s ankle next to Pasha’s.

The bull leaned down and Pasha flinched a little, but it was needless because the bull just sniffed at his neck. Pasha held still and hoped his nervousness didn’t bleed into his scent, not wanting to think what might happen if he was rejected. The scent of the bull washing over him actually helped a little. He’d been stuck alone with humans for a whole week now and hadn’t touched another bovine hybrid in who knew how long. Also the thick musk of a bull was so good with his cunt leaking down his thighs. 

He ended up whining and pushing his face into the bull’s, starved for attention and touch. The bull grunted, seeming surprised, but didn’t pull away. Meanwhile the humans laughed.

“Looks like she really wants that calf,” one of them joked.

“Horns,” the bull grunted as he nosed at Pasha’s horn.

“Don’t try askin’ her,” one of the humans scoffed, “She’s too dumb to speak. Her horns are so big ‘cause she was a bull before recent.”

The bull hummed and nosed at Pasha’s cheek. Then he pulled back and pushed his forehead into Pasha’s upper back. Pasha bent over to show his receptiveness, gripping at the bar with sweaty hands and lifted his tail, flicking it to the side. The bull rubbed his face over Pasha’s back and then shifted to lean over top of him, gripping the bar. He completely boxed Pasha in and Pasha squeezed his eyes tightly closed.

“Alright, he’s acquainted,” one of the humans said, “Let’s go get Wild Berry set up.”

The bull snuffled through Pasha’s hair while the humans left him to ravage the heifer. When his cock brushed against Pasha’s thigh, he couldn’t help the little squeak that he let out. 

“Wait, wait!” He squealed, “Not ready!”

The bull paused.

“You do speak,” he said.

“Yes, just…not to them,” Pasha admitted, “I am told my accent sounds scary. Um, what is your name?”

“Dom,” the bull answered.

“H-Hello, Dom,” Pasha said shakily, “I’m Pasha. Please be gentle. I…I haven’t done this before.”

“Hm, I don’t care,” Dom said, “Be still.”

Pasha reached back to grab at his hip, trying to stop him as his long cock slid against his cunt. It rubbed particularly well against what had become of Pasha’s own cock, sending bursts of pleasure through him.

“Ah, gavno!” He cried out as he beat his fist against Dom’s hip, “Slow, slow!”

Dom gripped his hand and shoved it into the bar, pinning it there with his own. Then he did the same with the other before Pasha had a chance to try hitting him with that one. He rocked back while Pasha squirmed and when he pushed forward again, he slipped right inside Pasha’s cunt. Pasha gasped as he froze, breath stolen away by the new sensation. 

Dom was longer and thicker by far than Pasha had been before the potion. Bigger than anyone he’d seen too. He couldn’t fathom how he was supposed to take it all, but it seemed he had little choice. He shook on Dom’s cock and his knees came together, thighs squeezing tightly. He huffed and mooed as Dom just kept pushing in and in and in, also lifting Pasha up onto the very tips of his hooves. He didn’t stop until his hips met Pasha’s ass. 

Pasha shuddered and tried to breathe. He was so full. Although it didn’t hurt exactly, he could feel his cunt had stretched to accommodate it and there was a strain from it. He had a feeling he would be sore after this. He wondered, a bit deliriously, if he would change, if his pussy would stay molded to fit Dom’s cock. With his head spinning, he couldn’t really decide how to feel. He couldn’t process anything at this pace.

Dom seemed to prefer the fast pace, already lifting his hips up to get a better angle. Pasha squeaked again as his hooves left the ground and his cunt pulled, stretching wider as Dom’s cock became the only support Pasha’s lower body had. That did hurt a little, but not really enough to counter the heat in his body telling him he needed this. 

Then Dom started moving, hips rolling in practiced motions. Pasha bounced every time he thrust forward, his cock jabbing deep inside him and it felt like his brain rattled in his skull too. His legs bent, lifting his hooves further and his jaw went slack, lips parting to let out all sorts of noises. He pushed his body up into Dom’s for who knew what reason and Dom’s hands tightened over his. 

“Oh, oh, oh,” Pasha whined breathlessly, “Pozhaluysta, pozhaluysta.”

Dom’s face pushed against his as he snorted and huffed, sounding a bit annoyed. Pasha bit his lip to stop his whining, not wanting to frustrate Dom into going soft. He had to get pregnant. He had to make milk. He’d face more hardships if he couldn’t produce. “Entertainment,” manual labor, slabs of meat. There were no good things for him to become. 

Admittedly, his mind was a bit more focused on the heat boiling his cunt. Yes, he definitely needed to get pregnant. He needed to be filled until his belly swelled up. He needed it. He needed it so bad he ached everywhere, his bones, his nipples, his pussy, his tiny cock. Everything was shaken and burning as Dom fucked him fast and hard, fucking out his brains and his breath and all reason. His jaw went slack again and drool dribbled from his lips. 

“Yes, yes, breed me, Doma,” he mumbled deliriously, “Please fill me.” 

Dom let out an angry snort and his hand suddenly left Pasha’s to cover his mouth.

“Shut up, heifer,” he grumbled.

Pasha moaned against his hand and reached back to grip at Dom’s furry hip. He clung to him and tried to be quiet and still, but it was too hard. He kept writhing and moaning.

“Huh,” Dom grunted, “You’re being truthful.”

He let go of Pasha’s mouth and gripped one of his horns instead. He pulled and Pasha groaned as his head was pulled back. Dom grabbed the other horn and shifted his stance. With this new angle, he fucked Pasha even harder, pulling Pasha back by his horns to meet each violent thrust. 

Pasha moaned and begged to be bred while Dom used him like a little rag doll. He probably was nothing but a rag doll to the massive breeding machine behind him. Somehow that was even better than the fact Dom was fucking against some unruly spot inside him. Something that made his body feel wound up like a toy that was eventually released.

He cried out as his body constricted and burst with a flood of pleasure. It was mind-numbing and all he could do was go limp and pant, deliriously becoming a true rag doll. He’d never had an orgasm like that before. Dom fucked him through the pleasant drifting for a bit before he finally came too, filling Pasha so beautifully. He didn’t say anything, only grunting softly. 

Then he let go of Pasha’s horns, letting him drop over the bar and pulled back. As his cock slipped out, Pasha’s pussy clenched around the emptiness and he whined pathetically. 

“Open your mouth,” Dom ordered.

Pasha opened his mouth and a second later was startled by a splash against the roof of it. He pried his teary eyes open to see the liquid was a golden stream coming from Dom’s cock. It tasted like vinegar and pure alcohol. It was awkward since Pasha was upside down, so he tilted his head to drink it easier. When the stream stopped, Dom shook his cock and drops of his piss landed on Pasha’s face. Pasha licked at the corner of his mouth to catch a drop there.

Dom knelt behind him and pushed his face between his legs. His lips sealed around Pasha’s piss hole and Pasha huffed, face warming with embarrassment. But if that’s what Dom wanted, he couldn’t deny him. If he was lucky, the humans would let Don stay with him to be his mate. Since he wasn’t so bad, that was more ideal than meeting a dozen bulls one after another. He ended up having to cover his face to do it, but Dom made a pleased noise, so it was worth the mortifying ordeal. 

When he was done with his refreshment, he stood again and hooked his arm under Pasha. He took him to the bedding, pushed him down on his back, and lifted his legs up, having him loop his arms behind his knees. Then he laid beside him, closing his eyes. Pasha looked over him curiously, particularly interested in the scar on his cheek, but Dom didn’t really seem like the talking sort. Pasha looked at the ceiling and waited for the aphrodisiac to push him back into desperation. 

It didn’t take long for him to start feeling like squirming, but he did his best to stay still and wait for Dom. It was annoying Dom got to be in control of everything, but again, Pasha couldn’t risk a rejection. He didn’t want to be a difficult heifer. He wanted to live his horrible life as calmly as possible. Except for right then. Right then he wanted Dom to wake up and fuck him already. 

When he couldn’t take waiting any longer, he got up on his knees and threw his leg over Dom, facing away from him and Dom jolted a bit in surprise. He shifted behind Pasha while he impatiently gripped his sheath. He massaged around it and Dom grunted as he gripped Pasha’s thigh.

His cock quickly began to peek out of its sheath and Pasha’s mouth watered at the deep pink color. He leaned down to lick around the tip then close his mouth around it. He’d never had a cock in his mouth before, but it was not unpleasant. In fact, it felt really nice on his tongue as it extended into his mouth. His hand slipped down to feel Dom’s balls as well. They were an expected, but still appreciated size. Surely he would get Pasha pregnant soon, if he hadn’t already. 

Pasha almost moaned at the thought as he slipped more of Dom’s big, pretty cock in his mouth. He worked his hand over the rest of it, whining in disappointment that he couldn’t get more inside him this way. Dom snorted behind him and then his fingers were rubbing over Pasha’s cunt. 

Pasha grunted as his lower back dipped and his tail flicked up and away. He was a bit sore and a lot sloppy, Dom’s come having already started to leak out. Dom swiped his fingers through the mess he’d made and then pushed it inside Pasha who groaned around his cock. 

“Little candy milk is eager,” Dom muttered, “Did you beg them to castrate you?”

Pasha huffed indignantly, but couldn’t do much to protest with his mouth full. 

“Your greedy cunt swallows anything it’s given,” Dom said as his fingers slipped deeper.

His fingers pressed down against that spot and Pasha moaned, legs bending and hands tightening. Dom grunted and his hips pressed up ever so slightly.

“Your moans are too sweet to be a lie,” he murmured as he rubbed quick, rough circles inside Pasha, “Your cunt is too sweet to deny your joy. Even your piss tastes like fruity fuckin’ lemonade.”

Pasha felt that winding up again and he squirmed and moaned, torn between arguing and getting off. 

“You are just a sweet little heifer,” Dom said, “Aren’t you?”

Pasha huffed and blinked dazedly, trying to find it in him to argue.

“You won’t need those horns for anything but handles any more,” Dom added lowly, “My girl doesn’t need to use them if I’m here to protect her, does she?”

Pasha fizzled and melted with a soft noise. My girl, he said. Protect her, he said. Pasha had never had anyone speak like that before. Okay, she thought. I will be yours.

“There you are, pretty candy,” Dom spoke softly, “Be a good girl and make some more sweets for me.”

Pasha was pushed forward suddenly, the cock leaving her lips and she wobbled, her heavy chest leaving her imbalanced. Her chest fell on Dom’s cock while his face pushed between her legs, tongue swirling all around his moving fingers. She rocked back into his fingers eagerly, impatiently and enjoyed the feeling of his cock moving between her tits.

She was shaken again when she came, her whole body shuddering. Dom licked her even more, lapping like she really was sweet. She covered her burning face as she huffed, trying to catch her breath, but she was quickly grabbed by the hip and thrown onto her back. Her hooves went over her head and Dom’s cock thrust against her cunt once before pushing inside. 

Dom could reach even deeper this way and as his hips started moving, Pasha’s eyes rolled back. She grabbed at Dom’s wrists where his hands were planted near her shoulders, holding tight as he fucked her sensitive cunt. He leaned down and bit into her left horn suddenly, mooing loudly and viciously. She shuddered at the slight burn of his blunt teeth digging in so intimately and possessively. She felt dizzy and dazed and delighted and doubly so when he filled her up again.

“Spasibochki,” she mumbled, “Spasibochki.”

He let go of her horn and licked at her face. 

“My candy girl,” he spoke softly.

“Not a girl,” Pasha whined weakly.

Even she didn’t really believe it.