End of summer, end of a series

It’s the end of the summer (well, almost) and so I’m wrapping up my latest series, Happy Hucows, Inc. Part four finishes the story of what happens with Gena and Josie’s pregnancies and how it affects their hucow milking. Get it now at Smashwords and Amazon and BN and everywhere else fine ebook erotica is sold.

Gena and Josie’s pregnancies progress quickly, with Gena giving birth to her little calf first. Looking for a distraction from her own pregnancy, and against her own better judgement, Josie looks up her old boyfriend, Andy. She discovers he’s now part of the hucow community in a way she never would have expected and that only increases her desire for him…if only to see what will happen next…

This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part four of four.

Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, hucow transformation, hucow milking, hucow role play, BDSM themes, erotic dehumanization, hucow breeding, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.


Excerpt:
Josie had to pinch her thigh to prevent herself from laughing at Andy. He would never be able to fully satisfy her. Sure, sleeping with him again would be a fun novelty, but for long term pleasure it was a waste of time. After waiting a long moment to make sure she wasn’t going to laugh at him, Josie stood up, pushing back her chair to fully reveal her well-rounded belly. “I’ve already been bred, Andy,” she pointed out.

His face froze and then confusion passed over his visage. He didn’t know how to react. “Is that from when we…?”

She shook her head. “No. Definitely not. His name is Hank. He bedded me six times a day when I was in heat and he was one who sired my calf. It’s exceedingly rare for a normie to be able to breed a hucow. You should know that.”

“But it’s not impossible,” he pointed out clinging to some desperate hope.

Sitting back down, Josie drove her fingernails into her thigh again to prevent her from laughing. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure why she had invited him for lunch. Partly because she still felt affection for him. Partly because he was undeniably handsome. Partly because she wanted to humiliate him. All of those were true. And if the truth were told, she wouldn’t have minded if Andy had gotten a calf on her. There were worse ways to be bred. “No,” she agreed, “not impossible.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Want to try the impossible?”