Chapter 13: Pôia and the Cow

While Alexa prepared her next attack in Gozopolis, life on Mary and Joan’s farm in Xotaville was relatively peaceful ... at least on the surface.

Every night was an insane fuck marathon: Putty shoving everything she found into her friends’ holes, Mary and Joan taking turns on the alien’s pussy and ass, moans echoing through the house until dawn. Mornings, on the other hand, were pure zoophilia: the horses, the dog, the chickens, the cows ... everything became a sexual toy.

And Pôia, as always, had to clean up all the mess!

Today was no different. The Sun rose shyly, the rooster crowed hoarsely while Putty fucked him mercilessly, and Pôia woke up in her clean little room. It was the only spot in the house that remained immaculate: light walls, stuffed animals neatly lined up on the shelf, lavender-scented sheets full of pink and white frills, and lace curtains on the window. A tiny innocent corner in the middle of the stinking chaos.

Pôia slept naked, as always. She stretched her thin little arms, let out a cute yawn, her small tits rising and falling. She got up, opened her closet, and put on her clean maid uniform. She looked in the small mirror, fixed the ribbon in her blue hair, and left the room smiling.

As usual, she went straight to the sluts’ bedroom. The door was open. The bed was a total disaster: sheets soaked in fresh piss, sticky cum mixed with pasty diarrhea, pillows slimy with drool and vomit. The air smelled strongly of sex, shit, and sweat. But Mary, Joan, and Putty weren’t there.

Pôia went downstairs slowly, her heart beating a little faster. In the kitchen, Mary and Joan were having breakfast at the table: omelets with thick sausages. Mary was sucking one sausage slowly and obscenely, swirling her tongue around the tip, looking at Joan with mischief.

— Good morning, Pôia — Joan said, smiling.

— G-good morning... — Pôia replied in her soft little voice, looking around. — Where’s Putty?

Joan chuckled softly: — Outside. She’s fucking the cow that just gave birth to a calf.

Pôia tried to hide the blush rising on her cheeks, but her curiosity was too strong. She wanted to see. She really wanted to see.

She pretended to get a glass of water, but was already giving little excited skips toward the back door, while Mary shoved the entire sausage into her mouth, moaning on purpose to tease Joan.

Outside, the Sun felt nice on the pasture. Pôia crept along the fence, heart racing, trying not to make noise.

In the distance, she saw Putty: naked, kneeling on the damp grass, face buried between the cow’s hind legs. Her tongue stretched out, licking the animal’s swollen vulva, sucking up the viscous mucus that slowly dripped.

— Mmmh ... what a huge, hot pussy ... I’m gonna lick every fold of this cow cunt ... so slimy and salty...

The cow mooed softly, tail swinging, while the newborn calf calmly nursed from one of the teats.

Putty’s tongue swirled around the prominent clit, sucking hard, pulling the sticky fluid into her mouth. She pushed deeper, exploring the wet channel, feeling the walls pulse against her tongue.