Rose had a special way of dealing with people who tried to take her milk. She was no ordinary bovine- if you were foolish enough to dismiss her mighty stature as a mere mutation of a dumb animal, you would be very shocked by the agility and speed she would display as she took you down, her uncanny prowess hinting towards a demonic lineage. Pinning your clothes beneath her sharp hooves, she would shuck them from your body until there was nothing left but delicious bare flesh, unprotected, so easy for her to take advantage of.
Tanya was proving to be one of those fools. Her arrogance would be rewarded with a deadly tour into Rose's most intimate passages! She slipped and struggled, outraged at being humiliated by an ambulatory hamburger- she spat and growled terrible curses as Rose's rear end gobbled her, the long tail coming back around to shoosh the doomed thief with the occasional bap to the face. This was how the cow took her prey- tiny humans fit so nicely into her oversized sex.
Already she was so very full- Tanya's cronies had come before her, groping at Rose's teats most unkindly. She had sat upon them both and now they were both stewing away. Tanya's kicking legs pushed their squirming bodies deeper into the churning froth inside, causing all manner of gurgling and groaning. Her lips curled with distaste as Roses's flesh sucked hungrily at her stunningly shaped body. The cow would be the last person to truly enjoy it.
Tanya reached around, her only free arm desperately trying to stop what was happening, feeling the curves of her trapped body writhe beneath the cow's coarse fur. As gross as it all was, she felt a perverse tingling in her own nethers, inspired by the strange eroticism of her body being drenched and compressed so powerfully. She panted a little and Rose grinned with cruel satisfaction. The embarrassed thief turned away, spending her last moments of daylight endeavoring to hide her tortured expression from her oppressor.
It mattered little. Types like Tanya always went down this way. In the end, willing or unwilling, they were all fodder, padding the bovine's already formidable girth and ultimately destined to add to the gluttonous mass of her sloshing udder. The thief and her companions would be rolled into one formless bolus by the mechanics of Rose's highly specialized stomachs, and converted quite completely into the very liquid they were trying to purloin in the first place. Fresh, delicious, fatty demoncow milk. The finest drink a mortal could ever lay their lips upon- if only you could convince Rose to share!
Rose is mine! Done by EveAra. God this is beautiful.
The story is also hers. More love for the demoness cow.
Hope ya enjoy it. I've got a story written by myself in which Rose practices almost every single form of vore, unbirth included. I don't know if it's unbirthy enough for here, so I'll just link it. http://aryion.com/g4/view/296600 Rose and six unfortunate interns, one of whom is very special to her.
