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>Work in female anthro prison

>It’s really not so bad, you learned to mentally block out the constant mancalling and lewd gestures the inmates flash at you a number of months ago

>And ‘most’ of them learned to keep their pants on after a certain yeen was put in solitary for a month straight after mooning you

>Why are those spotted fuckers always so incredibly horny all the time? It’s got to be some kind of species wide undiagnosed hormonal imbalance

>At least on the bright side the bovines on the block tend to not be so forward with you

>Despite the cow women having advantages in both weight and height over you not a single one has been particularly lewd in your presence

>It’s a fact you savored, a welcome reprieve from the other inmates and their dizzyingly high horny levels

>Not to mention it made getting their health check ups so much easier

>A Highland cow’s horns are getting a little too pointed and the wardeness is afraid they might be used as a weapon?

>It’s solved with a quick trip to the infirmary and a few minutes spent getting them polished to a blunt tip

>A cows breasts are getting uncomfortably full from their natural lactation?

>The prison has a few electric milkers set up in a room next to the infirmary for just such a problem

>You always did wonder where all that milk went but never found the courage to ask anyone

>Probably gets donated or something

>Not like any of the cows will be getting milked today, the power recently went out in the whole prison and everything from lights to air conditioning have been out of action for the past several hours

>Following orders from the wardeness you’re in the middle of a hallway that connected all the prison cells in this block, vigilantly keeping an eye on your charges to ensure they don’t get any bright ideas about escaping

>All while trying to ignore a certain yeen

>”Come over here Anon baby! You little pink tease, I know you want to come over and get some of this Hyena cunt. It’s gushing waterfalls for you my sweet little honeybun.”

>You tilt your head to look at the scarred face of one Payton Smith, the one eyed yeen that’s been a lust filled annoyance ever since you started working here

>”Shut it Payton, or I’m telling the wardeness and it’ll be another month in solitary for you.”

>She stretches her neck between the bars and takes a few deep sniffs, no doubt taking in what faint trace of your scent she could gather from several cell blocks down

>”Oh don’t talk like that baby, I know you like it when I say things like that. I can smell your erection from over here. Your precum filled tip…straining against…your…*schlick*…your pants…oh it just…*schlick*…makes me so horny for you baby…*schlick*”

>Her eyes roll back into her head and words devolve into breathy moans

>Your lips curl back in disgust and you turn your head to the cell in front as the wet sounds coming from Payton’s cell grow louder

>You're standing in front of the cell of Betty Bouffant, a holstein heifer sent here a year ago for tax evasion

>She’s sitting quietly on her bed, a hoof nervously tapping against the concrete floor and eyes focused on the ground

>There’s clearly something bugging her

>You take a few steps towards her cell and look through the metal bars

>”Betty, something wrong?”

>The tapping of her hooves intensifies

>”W-well, yes. I’m in pain. A lot of pain.” She says through clenched teeth

>Concerned, you step even closer

>”What hurts?”

>The tapping of her hoof on the floor reaches a crescendo until finally stopping

>She stands up and walks towards the bars, eyes focused intensely on your own

>”My tits are full Anon, they’ve been full for the past several hours but with the power out I can’t get no relief. My damned body just keeps making more milk but it’s got nowhere to go.”

>Your eyes drift down to her considerable bust

>Shit, she probably isn’t lying based on the two wet spots where her nipples ought to be

>"Anon please, do you think you could come over here and help a lady out? My girls are about to burst, you gotta believe me."

>You shake your head no, manual milking is strictly against the rules

>”Betty no, you know I can’t do that.”

>She presses her body against the bars even harder

>"Anon! You have to help me! Those stupid fucking machines don't work with no power and my tats are getting inflamed with all my milk, not to mention the pain’s getting worse. I know it's against the rules to undress but..."

>She unzips her jumpsuit and takes a boob out from under bra, pressing her nipple past the bars

>With her boob in plain sight it’s now definitely clear she wasn't lying, the swollen areola is tinged red when you know it should be pink, and milk dribbles from her teat as it presses against the bars

>"...please, you don't even have to use your mouth! Just use your hands! Do something, anything, before I get an infection and die in this shithole. Please anon...please."

>She puts on her best puppy dog eyes and you consider her plea for help

>She may be exaggerating to make you get handsy with her, or maybe she's just trying to get you to come close so she can steal your keys and free herself

>But she's always had good standing with you, she's never been known to lie, and she does seem to be in genuine pain

>Maybe...you'll help her out...just enough to take the edge off

>With a sigh you walk in front of her cell and stop

>”I’ll use my hands.” You point a stern finger at her for emphasis. “But only enough to take the edge off, then you’ll be going to the milkers first thing after the power comes back on.”

>A wide smile comes across her black and white splotched face

>”Oh thank you anon! Bless you! My furless little savior!”

>“Okay, so what do I do?”

>She takes your hands and presses a teat through the bars

>”You’ll need coax my dairy out with your fingers, like this.”

>She presses your hand against the base of a nipple and gently presses your fingers against her flesh

>Her breast is soft and warm, but her skin is strained from how much milk it’s trying to contain

>”Hey! That’s not fucking fair you bovine slut! That’s *my* human fucktoy you’re molesting!” Yells Payton from across the wing

>”Shut the fuck up Payton!” You growl back

>She whines and her head retreats back into her cell as more sounds of her self pleasure fill the air

>Betty shakes her head and resumes trying to teach you

>”Just squeeze it, then release, squeeze it, then release, and so on. Hopefully that’ll stop me from getting backed up too badly.”

>She releases your hand and you follow her orders

>Every time you squeeze a few dribbles of white fall from the tip of her nip and splatter to the ground

>But are those few drops exceeding what her body’s producing?

>After a few minutes of trying to free her milk from its fleshy prison you get an answer

>”Ohhhhhh” She whines, eyes closed in a painful expression

>”What? Does it still hurt?”

>”Yes!” She yells before shifting into a softer tone. “You aren’t getting enough milk out. It’s helping, but at this rate my tits will burst and I’ll be a dead woman before sundown.”

>”What if I…like…squeezed harder, like this.”

>You squeeze a breast with slightly more force than normal and Betty recoils back, a pained grunt escaping her lips

>”Ow! You idiot! You can’t just manhandle a girls mams like that!”

>”Shit! Sorry.”

>She sighs, and comes back in front of you

>”Anon, there’s only one way you’re going to get more out than what my body’s putting in. Are you willing to…you know…drink from them?”

>On one hand this is outrageously against protocol

>But on the other hand, out of all the inmates in this place Betty has a special place in your heart, and it does hurt to see her in so much pain

>And could you really live with yourself if you let someone die over a few regs in a handbook?

>”Okay, sure, but under no circumstances are you to tell anyone this happened.”

>”My lips are sealed, but yours won’t be.” She says with a smirk.

>Betty once again places a breast through the bars, the tip of her engorged nip already dripping with dairy

>”I don’t think you’ll need much explanation for this one Anon. Just latch on and start sucking like a calf. This is how my body was supposed to get rid of its milk so my tats should open the floodgates for you.”

>You lean down to the same level as her breast but a hand on the shoulder stops you

>”Wait, lets do it on the ground, should save your back.”

>”Good idea.”

>Both of you sit down on the floor and she unzips the top of her jumpsuit before undoing her bra letting both breasts bounce free

>Jesus, even for a cow she’s got an impressive rack

>Not she would ever know how you felt about it!

>It takes all your concentration to stop your half chub from growing into a mighty meat missile

>Nuns and puppies anon, nuns and puppies

>Betty edges close to the bars and sticks a hand out, gripping your shoulder and pushing you closer to her

>With the other she cups her right breast, raising it to the same height as your head

>You stare at her swollen leaking nipple, still somewhat reluctant to actually do the act

>”Anon…” She whimpers

>You make the mistake of looking her in the eyes for a fleeting moment, in them you see the poor cow practically screaming for relief

>After a deep breath your lips latch onto her breast and you gently suckle

>But before any of her milk enters your mouth you have a brief moment of curiosity

>What does anthro milk taste like?

>Like the species they share some of their genetics with?

>Or something else?

>Warm dairy shoots into your mouth and you have to swallow quickly to avoid it spilling from your lips

>The pressure must be from how full she is

>After the first swallow you get your answer on how it tastes

>Holy shit, it’s like cow milk from the store

>Except it’s warm, and maybe a little sweeter, kind of like whole milk actually

>The hand on your shoulder moves to your head and she holds your head against her breast, more milk flooding into your mouth from the movement

>You swallow again and Betty sighs in contentment, her ears drooping as she relaxes

>She’s clearly liking what you’re doing

>You drink once more from her nipple and-

>”Hey girls!”

>That’s Payton…oh no…

>”He drinkin’ milk! Haha!” The yeen screams before devolving into a loud maniacal cackle

>You hear movement and a few murmurs as other inmates begin sticking their heads out of their cells to have a look at the scene

>It’s quickly followed by raucous laughter and a few lewd catcalls from other inmates strongly ‘suggesting’ you suck their tits instead

>You try to detach your mouth from her teat but her hand on your head resists the movement

>”Shhhh, don’t listen to them. Just keep suckling, you’ve completely drained my right, it’s time for you to do my left.”

>After a few moments of struggle you finally manage to get your mouth free of her tit to speak

>”No, this is turning into a spectacle, I have to stop. And I almost completely drained it already? Seriously?”

>”Believe me, if you yelled into it there would be an echo.” She repositions herself to present the other breast to you. “Now just keep doing what you’re doing.”

>”Not with everyone watching! I can’t just-“

>Betty suddenly shoots her head out the bars and looks around at the other inmates

>”Ladies!” She screams in an uncharacteristically low, fearsome tone. “Some privacy please.”

>The murmuring slowly quiets and you hear paws patter on concrete as they move away from the bars

>Jesus, what kind of pull does Betty actually have around here?

>”Is that better sweetheart?” She coos

>”Uhhhh, ya, sure. But remember Betty I just want to take the edge off for you, I’m not trying to empty out the milk aisle or anything.”

>Her hand runs through your hair and a strange smile comes across her lips

>”Okay Anon. Now please, my left is still in a lot of pain.”

>She sticks her left boob out and you latch on unenthusiastically

>After a few mouthfuls you’re sure her boob is no longer overflowing and you stop

>Yet her hand on your head keeps you smushed against her chest

>”Keep going.” She whispers

>”I told you I’m -mmmmph!”

>She forcefully presses your head even harder into her breast and you fight back with equal ferocity

>That is until you feel a sharp prick against your skin

>She’s got a shiv against your neck and a malicious look in her eye

>In fear for your life you stop struggling and she leans in, voice low

>”Keep going or you might have a little accident. I know I’m breaking your trust here, but I won’t apologize for doing it. Truth is, me and the other bovines on the block hate those fucking milking machines. They’re loud, and uncomfortable, and they got so much suction that it’s like they’re trying to pull our nips off sometimes. They ain’t like, you know, actual lips. Like soft human lips that don’t make me want to kill myself when they latch on. So, me and the other women of bovine persuasion have been going easy on you, trying to gain your trust. Originally our plan was going to take longer but with this power outage I’m able to accelerate things.”

>”Plan for what?”

>”Plan to turn one of the guards in this dump into our very own milking machine. We get full and you’re the one that helps us out. No more fucking around with machines, no more wasted milk.”

>”Wasted? I thought they donated all the milk you gave or something.”

>”What?! No!” She says with a laugh. “They started throwing it all out ever since milk prices dropped last year. Prisoner milk ain’t worth much on the market and if the wardeness can’t make a profit off of it she just throws it away. The nerve! Do you have any idea how much energy my body puts into making that stuff!? Fucking big eared bitch.”

>Her shiv presses harder against your sensitive neck

>”Now drain my other tit and I’ll let you go. Oh, and by the way…”

>She brings a key up to your face with a smirk

>You see a small tag on it, cell 965

>Fuck, that’s Paytons cell, Betty must have snatched the key while you were distracted trying to help her

>”If you stop agreeing to help me and the other cows out you might discover that Payton somehow found the key her cell laying just outside the door while you’re on patrol. Then, well, you know what happens after that.”

>*Gulp*

>”Okay, fuck, fine. Do you and the other cows promise to keep going easy on me if I keep my end of the deal?”

>”Sure, we won’t cause you any issues and we’ll keep the other inmates off your back as long as the milk keeps flowing. I assure you of this.”

>”Thanks.”

>”Now stop wasting time and drain my left boob, one of the other guards is bound to wander in here after the power comes back on.”

>Complying you lean forward and begin sucking her other milk silo dry

>After the first mouthful she drops the shiv from your neck and goes back into a relaxed demeanor, her hand absentmindedly running through your hair and soft coos escaping her lips

>Some time later she pulls your head away

>”All done. When me or one of the other girls needs you we’ll let you know. Now wipe your mouth and get back against the wall. This never happened.”

>You wipe a dribble of milk from your lips and she zips up her jumpsuit

>As if on que the power comes back on and the door to the block swings open

>In struts the wardeness in all her ashy gray glory

>The elephant stomps up to you and Betty, her polished tusks shining from the overhead lights

>”The power’s back on Anon, no need to loiter around here anymore.” She then looks at Betty with an inquisitive gaze. “Not giving my officer any trouble I hope?”

>The cow shakes her head

>”Nope, none at all Ma’am!”

>”Good.”

>The wardeness puts an arm around your shoulders and leads you to the exit

>”Anything to report Officer Anon? Did the inmates get rowdier due to the blackout?”

>”No ma’am. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

>”Nothing from Payton?”

>”Well, she was just being her usual self.”

>”I see. In any case me and some of the other officers are going out for lunch today, it’ll be my little treat. We’re probably going to head to that hamburger place you like so much. Want to come with?”

>”Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not in the mood for beef right now.”

>”Want me to pick you up a milkshake from there then? Chocolate? Strawberry?”

>You shake your head, the thought of if it’s possible to overdose on calcium bouncing around in your head

>”Sorry but I'm really not hungry right now. I…already had lunch.”