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There was something so tranquil about living on a traditional dairy farm.
While others may not appreciate the rustic appeal to living off the land, it was all Izuku had known, growing up as a helpful farmhand to his mother and stepfather. Even if they didn’t have the high-output production like the industrial scale farms, they were able to make ends meet. Most everything grown and reared on the farm eventually found their way back to their own plates.
Today was just another day; starting with bringing feed to the chickens and collecting the eggs. It was a methodical task, pulling the pan from its holder, placing the freshly laid eggs into his basket. It helped to burn enough time before slopping the troughs for their fattening pigs.
From there it was simply scraping up the excess manure and processing it with mulch into a fertilizer. It was one of Midoriya’s least favorite jobs.
Well…there was one that bothered him more than even handling feces.
Milking.
Call it mundane, but he’s never been able to have an easy time with their more finicky of cows. Namely one in particular.
The hybrid-oriented milk farm prided itself on a high protein diet and comfortable living for their producers. His stepfather, Yagi, made sure of it with personal handling and milking for their prized cattle. He didn’t believe in the large scale machines and individualized compartments for the dairy cows to spin upon.
A pump and a bit of love went a long way in keeping the animals from becoming stressed. Not to mention hands on training and affection to the bulls who stud them.
As much as Midoriya wished to follow in those footsteps; it made it hard when one bull in particular seemed to hold a grudge with him.
“Look alive, guys! You know what time it is!” he announced into the barn, enjoying the resounding moos that came from their morning folk. They’ve had plenty of time to wake up while Izuku tended to other chores around the place, which meant that by routine they were already against the gates and ready for their milking.
Thankfully his mentor had already come by to fill their troughs. No hungry or unhappy campers to be seen as he approached the first few stalls.
“Good morning, Denki.” Izuku spoke to the blonde haired hybrid, his bell choker jingling happily as he perked his ears to his name. His small chest was already pressed between the bars, ready for Izuku to hook him up with careful precision. The straps easily latched onto the smaller chested cattle as well. Looks were deceiving; considering Denki was one of his higher producing dairy cows.
His hooves stepped idly from side to side as he kept his arms folded lazily on the bars, hips swinging idly as a quiet tune came from the depths of his throat. He enjoyed his milking enough, even if his Alpha was always unimpressed.
Shinsou side eyed Izuku from the corner, still lazed about within their nest. He was keeping their first calf nice and comfortable without her Dam present. Giving the ruddy purple Bull a small wave, Izuku unlatched the pump when Denki was dry, satisfying the cow’s sweet tooth with a handful of sugar cubes.
Hitoshi simply huffed, his nose ring knocking about from the force. He wasn’t the bull Izuku ever needed to worry about.
Every other duo went similarly after that. The dam would be pressed against the bars and accept their milking with grace, all while their studs watched on and cared for any calves they may have at the moment. Izuku honestly could be used to such an easy routine as pumping and bringing the containers of milk to processing.
Except for his last pair. Kirishima and Bakugou.
All things considered; Eijiro was an outright sweetheart. The auburn haired cow nearly leapt out of his skin in joy when Izuku approached his stall, flopped ears flicking up so hard that his identification tag slapped him in the face. His hooves shifted with each step of his powerful thighs. Even his tail whipped from side to side in joy, hands resting on the bars as he wiggled.
His moos were overzealous as he pressed his cheek aside the handle rest, glad to see that it was Izuku milking him. It warmed his heart that Kiri was always so much more excited to see him than Yagi.
“Good mornin’, Kirishima!” he greeted, laughing as the cow eagerly pushed his cheek into Midoriya’s hand when he pet through those spiked black locks. The very tips of them were a dull red, much like the spotted appearance to his coat. He made for a cute look- especially since his calf inherited that pattern.
What really took Midoriya out of the moment was the sudden bang echoing through the stall, sending the farmhand lurching back out of reflex.
Here we go again.
“Ah- uh. Good morning to you too….Kacchan.” he swallowed, green eyes flickering to the agitated young Bull pacing the enclosure. His tail swished in irritation as his intense red eyes never left the human for a second. He was pacing about by their nest, eyes always flicking back to the blonde and ruddy red calf dosing within the soft hay.
Lowering his large horns, Bakugou reared back, scraping his hooves threateningly as though to convey his message of “Fuck off.” Even if it was received loud and clear, Izuku swallowed. He had a job to do.
Kirishima’s heavy chest seemed to have filled excessively overnight as the impatient cow mooed his confusion. Why was Izuku stepping back? He never got that his aggressive mate was a large reason to the farmhand’s hesitance. Yet Midoriya took the pump from over his shoulders and placed the container down just out of kicking distance.
He knew it wasn’t Eijiro he had to worry about trying to topple the milk tin. Bakugou’s eyes narrowed with murderous intent as Izuku approached the Hybrid again.
“Ready to get all that weight off your back?” Izuku teased, lining up the pump to the heavy swell of his chest. It was hard to think Kiri was practically flat before his first calf. Now the cow’s glands filled his entire palm as he lifted the heavy breast within his palm, attempting to line up the cup properly. Yet Izuku’s eyebrows furrowed when he noticed a small roadbump.
Kirishima’s nipples had inverted themselves from the excess milk. Perhaps the calf had a bellyache and didn’t drain Eijiro? Izuku chewed as his lower lip as carefully he attempted to stimulate the areola around it. Sometimes they were just stubborn-
Another loud bang, this time with horns terrifyingly close to Eijiro’s side. The cow mooed in distress when Bakugou clanked his stuck horns between the bars in an attempt to pull them back, hooves scraping against concrete as his muscular arms took the bars in his own hands. He pulled his head out with a snarl, snorting loudly in warning to Izuku.
Thankfully Eijiro kicked his own foot out to gently get Katsuki in his side, drawing the Alpha’s attention away from his unfortunate hatred of the curly haired human. Kiri snuffed in irritation as he settled himself to the bars again.
Izuku would have to be careful. Admittedly he wished they could just restrain Bakugou for this- but it was only Izuku he had problems with. Yagi was like a father figure to the blonde bull.
So no restraints. Just a building sense of anxiety as he took Eijiro’s chest into his hands again, massaging the areola with unsure motions. The cow was taking it in stride for now, though his ears flicked subtly at the strange feeling. Every time Izuku thought he’d be able to draw the nipple out it would simply hide itself while the human attempted to set the pump up.
By now milk was beginning to dribble onto his palms and digits, making his grip slippery as he pinched the bud between his fingers. Eijiro’s soft moos began to increase in frequency as his body flushed, legs antsily shifting the longer Izuku thumbed over his nipples. The cattle’s ears flattened when Izuku attempted to worm the nipple out with a soft tug of his areola.
While he was expecting Eijiro to be fidgety- Izuku didn’t expect the broken sigh to leave his cow’s lips.
Kirishima leant his weight against the bars as his chest was messed with, eyes unsteady, all while his fingers twitched restlessly upon the bars. With every small press he’d push his chest forward, effectively undoing all of Midoriya’s efforts. The cow didn’t appear heartbroken when Izuku had to rub his chest again from the start.
“C’mon, boy. I know it’s uncomfortable.” He tried to reason, only for the back of his neck to prickle from the soft noises coming from Eijiro. The Dairy cow only pressed with further insistency when Izuku’s motions began to slow down. Surely he couldn’t be…
A quick glance to Bakugou revealed the bull glaring at him, his nostrils flared as he huffed in deep breaths of the air. He approached with his chest puffed, coming into Eijiro’s space. While Izuku thought he was bracing himself for another inevitable hissy fit, he was sorely unprepared for the keen Kirishima let out as the large hybrid gripped the cattle by his hips.
Bakugou was trying to mount Kirishima.
Izuku nearly swore when the cups threatened to slip from his hold at the sudden lurch of Kiri’s body, the cow bending in what looked to be an uncomfortable stretch. Yet he stayed forward, ever faithful, and stood as still as possible while Katsuki’s hips rolled to his own.
The poor hybrids features screwed between pleasure and discomfort, hips unable to decide if they should push forward or back.
“Shh, s’okay, I just gotta hook you up-“ he tried to placate, making move as though he were to shoo Katsuki away. This was not the time nor the season for them to be trying for another calf. Yet as he moved his arm back he noticed the challenging glint in the Alpha’s eyes. The bull wasn’t actually trying to breed- he was making sure Izuku could see who the true dominant was.
Color sullied Midoriya’s features as he saw the thick cock of his stud rubbing over the cleft of Eijiro’s flank, twitching and full, easily gliding down to the arousal of the once-heifer. A few lazy pumps of his hips and Kirishima was up on the very tips of his hooves. That thick cock pushed between his folds with little resistance.
It was impossible for Eijiro to hold still when his mate filled him so good. His tongue lolled from his mouth as Bakugou’s cock really began to carve a place for itself, sliding and catching along the walls of his cunt. He could even feel the spurts of precome with every other buck.
The glide was made so much easier from it, allowing Bakugou to pick up his pace with sensual rolls of his hips. His Alpha always wanted to mount him- this was new to be doing it during milking time. He almost wanted to protest until the tug from Izuku’s fingers drew a warbling moan out of him.
His right nipple finally sat within the pump, though the left was acting stubborn.
Eijiro’s cheek was absolutely mangled between his teeth as another harsh thrust sent him banging against the doors, all his weight depending on the metal before him, while Bakugou rutted mindlessly. He loved his Alpha but all of this felt a trite bit much when the resounding moan had the human dipping his head to hide his expression.
Izuku was obviously flustered, yet kept up, gripping his nipple and squeezing downwards. Poor Eijiro’s voice cracked at the strange dual sensation hitting him. His chest was usually never this sensitive, and paired with the stimulation between his legs? The cow was outright panting, head resting forward against the bars while his poor neglected cock twitched between his legs. It was both too much yet nothing at all.
What really got him going was when Izuku finally coaxed his nipples out enough to turn on the pump.
The fitted device latched to his chest with a fierce determination, a powerful suction sending him to his knees as a loud moo spilled past his throat. He swore if it wasn’t for Katsuki’s grip he’d have tipped to the side by now, tail whipping and curling in delight at the harsh pace coming from both ends.
His chest ached as the pump did its job, the sounds of his milk hitting the pail inconsequential compared to the harsh slap of his mate’s body to his own. He felt the telltale twitch of his lover’s cock as the knot began to form, catching repeatedly on the rim of his pussy, coaxing him to steer back and push to the feisty blonde.
A small glance upwards revealed Izuku still monitoring the process…albeit with a dark flush to his body. The fabric of his overalls couldn’t hide the shame of his arousal. He kept his eyes anywhere but to the coupling of the pair, Bakugou’s snarls turning more and more broken the closer he got to orgasm.
It was only when the tubes went dry that Bakugou touched his cock, sparking a deep rush of pleasure that went straight to his cunt. He clamped down tight as clear fluids dribbled from the tip of his cock, sterile seed painting the side of the enclosure, all while Izuku attempted to guide the pump off of his swollen and puffy areolas.
He let out a weak noise when the knot finally popped inside of him, the rush of seed inside of his womb leaving him dizzy and disoriented. Bakugou had a particularly big load to give as the Alpha’s knot kept twitching and unloading inside of him. Kiri’s chest felt achey and sore as the pull of his cock turned into more of a slow grind, coaxing a small hum from him when Izuku gingerly brought some oats to his mouth.
Red eyes peeled lazily open as he glanced to the small treat, accepting them with a small snort. They were nice between his teeth as Katsuki’s hands smoothed down his side.
His tin was borderline overflowing as Izuku brought it to the collection vat for sterilization, a lazy satisfaction going with it. He had given all that in one day. Bakugou’s nose gently rifled through his spiked locks, exhaling into them with a lazy sigh. He wouldn’t unknot for quite some time.
The territorial bull watched all the way until Izuku made his final rounds amidst the barn, sparing Kiri and Bakugou one final look before he left.
The farmhand remained flustered as his hand halfheartedly lifted into a wave, his smile lopsided and nervous. “Well…see you all tomorrow!”
And that was true. They’d see him tomorrow. And the next day…and the next…and the day after that, too.
After all, it was all in a day’s work on the farm.