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jin didn’t have much to leave behind, he realized, watching all he had ever known get farther and farther away.
the barn he slept in, the trough he was fed from, the stalls where he was milked. he couldn’t see the smelly bulls who fucked him, but he could just barely make out the other terrified sows watching him, their eyes filled with fear and relief. jin was the only one who hadn’t hid well enough, apparently. it hadn’t even occurred to him to hide til it was too late. him being taken meant that they were safe, at least for the time being. jin knew the feeling, and could never resent them for it, even though this was much different than wanting a night away from the bulls.
he felt out of his own body as he floated, up and up and up, the ufo above him slowly and steadily taking him away from his home.
he vaguely wondered if the herd he spent day in and day out with would remember him in a week. the bulls wouldn’t, he wasn’t sure they even bothered to look at their faces. he wondered if his master would even notice he was gone.
he probably would, though it wasn’t much of a relief. he liked making jin cry more than most of is livestock. and if he didn’t notice his favorite bitch to hurt, he would definitely notice 1204 missing when he counted his herd. that was good money lost.
jin looked away from the farm and up to the ship above him, to the circular opening on the bottom that would close as soon as he was onboard, never, it was safe to assume, to let him out again.
he wouldn’t cry, he decided. he would take what he was given, and he would die when they killed him. it would be easy.
-
it was not easy and jin could not stop crying.
the room he’d been locked in was so cold, and it smelled sharp and sterile like the hybrid vet’s office, with even less comfort than he was afforded there. there was a bare metal slab where he was supposed to sleep, but it wouldn’t even warm from his body heat, and there were no blankets or cushions to cover it up with.
there was a metal toilet in the corner that would have been intimidating even if it wasn’t so cold; its design was human-ish and familiar, but jin could count on his fingers how many times he hadn’t pissed outside like the rest of the livestock, and the noise it made when it flushed was terrifyingly loud in the tiny, echoey room.
there was a metal sink next to it that meant he had water to drink, but he hadn’t yet been fed. he was starving, but he wasn’t sure how much time had passed, whether he’d missed one meal or ten. there were no windows, and the lights were always on and much, much too bright, giving him a low-level headache that constantly throbbed behind his eyes. he was pretty sure the lights would have made it so he couldn’t sleep even if he was warm enough to do so.
he had just barely managed to drift off slumped against the cold wall when the ship jostled; his heart raced as he pressed himself into the corner as hard as he could, glancing frantically at where he thought the door was. it didn’t seem like anything was wrong, even if it was scary when the ship’s constant hum he’d heard for hours-days-weeks ceased abruptly.
he didn’t miss his master, or the mean bulls, or even his herd - his master was cruel, the bulls were single-minded, and his herd was quiet and sad and they had barely been allowed to interact with each other in any meaningful way. but he was just - tired. and scared. and hungry. and cold. and jin was a silly cow, he knew, he was too sensitive and that was part of the reason his master liked to play with him the most; he would have cried at any one of these things. but put together—
he didn’t expect an answer to his pitiful, almost-wail of a moo, just as no one had responded to any of his hesitant whines or timid taps where he thought the door was or the many whispered, aimless pleases that slipped from his blue-tinged lips as he shivered.
it wasn’t an answer to his wail, but - the door slid open, and he had been very wrong about where it was. he fell back with a yelp as the wall behind him disappeared, and he met the curious eyes of the creature standing over him.
the alien was ethereal, so lovely and pretty and perfect. they were humanoid, but their skin had an underglow bright enough that it worsened jin’s headache; their eyes were slightly too large and blinked slightly too seldom to be comforting, their movements more decisive and methodical than even the most disciplined human managed to be.
they were decisive and methodical as they explored him, too. they collected his tears in a vial as he sobbed, recorded his pains and panicked mooing, carefully noted each and every spot that made him jolt when he was touched, how he reacted when his ears were pulled, how many teeth he had and just how deep he could take their fingers in his throat.
he couldn’t stop crying, even when his tears ran dry. nothing was unbearable by itself, but the way they didn’t talk to him at all as they probed his ass and then his cunt and then both at the same time, and the way they didn’t touch him without cold gloves on, and the way they squeezed his already-caged cock and his wrists and his toes and the collar around his throat with no thought of his pleasure or their own - he wanted it to stop. but.
but.
his udders ached so badly. he hadn’t been milked in who knew how long, when it was supposed to be twice a day. he wasn’t allowed to touch his tits himself, just as he wasn’t allowed to touch his cock or holes or even suck on his fingers when he wanted comfort. he couldn’t take care of himself now, not even if his wrists were unbound and these mean creatures weren’t in the room.
for some reason, they didn’t touch his tits at all. they didn’t even skirt over his swollen nipples. they weren’t leaking, but jin wished they would, because maybe then they’d get curious and it would bring him some relief.
but no, they avoided them entirely, focusing on seemingly every other thing imaginable. they fucked him with medical-looking dildos and toyed with his little cocklet til it ached terribly from coming so much, they pressed on his tummy until he couldn’t hold back his piss, they pulled his hair and collected more tears and cum and piss and not his milk.
his sobs went ignored, his bindings tightened when he tried to move at all. he wanted to go back to his terrible little room, alone and freezing, because it would be better than this.
“what the fuck,” a low voice said from the door.
everyone froze, looking at the newcomer. jin included.
the alien was the same ethereal humanoid as the others, but the way he held himself made him seem to glow so much more. jin shirked back just as much as the aliens who seemed to be more attendants than scientists when the alien in the door raised his brows, clearly angry and unimpressed.
“answer me.”
“captain,” one of the aliens beside jin said, doing their best to sound confident. “we’re examining the new specimen.”
“is this what an examination looks like to you?” the captain said, stepping into the room.
jin stared at him with wide eyes as the captain unbound him, rubbing jin’s wrists quickly but soothingly as they were released.
his touch, skin-to-skin and warm warm warm, made jin keen, a quiet little moo that had the captain meeting his eyes, blinking in quickly-gone surprise before he turned his attention away once more.
“you forget i was a science officer, too, once upon a time,” the captain said. he unclipped something from jin’s cow ear and a pain he hadn’t even registered he was feeling suddenly disappeared, the electric node no longer zapping his ear and making his brain even fuzzier than normal. “the log states that the specimen has been in this room for seven hours. that is plenty of time to gather samples and information.”
jin stared at him. he had never felt so grateful for anyone or anything in his entire life.
the captain frowned when he caught jin’s eye and didn’t bother even glancing at the underlings around him. “out. all of you.”
they filed out silently, taking their vials and charts and tools with them as they went.
the captain sighed when the door closed behind the last one, looking jin over.
as grateful as he was for this new being - who was, quite possibly, more beautiful than all the rest - he was still frightened. he hugged his chest like he could protect himself at all, just barely biting back a yelp when he put too much pressure on his aching tits.
“look at you,” the captain muttered, mostly to himself. he looked over him carefully, head to toe, clicking his tongue at the bruises and irritation the scientists’ poking and prodding had caused.
jin had closed his legs as soon as the captain had freed them, eager to protect his overworked cocklet and painfully-puffy holes. he let out a quiet, sad moo when the captain pushed his legs open once more. though his protestations went ignored, they also went unpunished. and though perhaps the rub to his thigh wasn’t meant to soothe, it did, either way.
“ah, poor thing,” the captain sighed loudly. “those fucking brutes. i’m assuming you’re not usually so red down here, hm?”
he didn’t seem to expect an answer, so jin didn’t give him one. the captain rummaged through cabinets for a moment before humming in triumph, sitting on the stool near the restraining bed.
“this will soothe you, i hope.”
jin couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan when the captain rubbed a sizable portion of cold gel on his bare pussy; he pushed two long fingers into his cunt to coat his inner walls, repeating the process to his asshole. as uncomfortable and overstimulated as he was - the captain’s touch was nice.
the captain laughed when jin moaned again, his cocklet twitching sweetly. “easy there, baby. you’ve had enough today, i’m sure.”
jin let out a little moo of frustration. he let his head fall back; tears that had dried and disappeared now stinging his eyes once more. he’d had enough of so many things, and he was sure coming another time would hurt just as bad as the last five. he cupped his poor udders, the perfect little handfuls on his chest, avoiding his horribly sensitive nipples. he wasn’t allowed to milk himself, not even now, when it hurt.
“you’re a sow,” the captain said abruptly. “you produce milk.”
jin whined and nodded, fingers twitching on his aching tits.
“you need relief.”
jin’s lip wobbed before he burst into tears, accompanied by loud whines and moos and pleading nods of his head.
the captain shushed him and rustled through the cabinets again, this time returning with two metal tubes. he was gentle and quick as he put the same cooling gel around his nipples before holding the tubes to his tits, allowing his nipples to be sucked in forcefully.
jin gasped, the shock of being touched where he hadn’t been for much too long, where he needed to so, so badly, just incredibly overwhelming. he gasped for another reason soon after. the tubes were relentless, the suction overly strong and the rhythm much too rapid; he had to grip his thighs to keep himself from pulling them off. but the feeling of being milked, of being emptied, of his nearly-unbearable pain finally taken away - it was well worth it.
the tubes were more and more terrible the better and better his udders felt, though, and he was incredibly grateful when the captain decided he was running dry enough to turn them off, placing them on the counter and turning his attention back to jin.
his nipples were even more red and puffy than his cunt now, and jin whined quietly. he still hurt. it was stupid that he still hurt. everything should be fine now.
“you’ll feel better after some rest,” the captain assured. “can you walk?”
jin only almost fell straight down when he stood, but the captain was quick to catch him, wrapping an arm around jin’s waist.
he sniffed a few times, nose twitching, humming curiously at the captain’s scent. it was a strong one, one that commanded attention and respect. there were a few bulls jin enjoyed that had the same aura, but this alien was much prettier than any bull.
the captain led him back to the metal room and jin felt colder and colder with each step. he whined again, leaning into the captain’s side, trying to absorb as much warmth as he could. he would rest so much better with a blanket, he thought sadly. just a tiny bit of comfort.
but when the captain opened the door, he didn’t shove him inside. instead, he blinked, growled, and turned right around, leading jin away with a solid hand around his waist. “you’ve been on this ship a week and that’s where they kept you? fucking— idiots, i swear. they didn’t need to examine you to know to not keep you in that fucking ice box.” the captain swore, grumbling to himself. “i’ll find a better place for you. idiots.”
jin thought he had never been so grateful, but now—
he whimpered and chanced it, tugging lightly on the captain’s sleeve. it would be well worth a caning like they gave out on the farm if there was even a chance the captain would agree.
the captain’s brows raised in surprise. “yes?”
jin was not used to speaking, but he was used to begging. “warm? please?”
the captain’s steps faltered, causing jin’s to do the same. “you’d like to be kept somewhere warm?”
relief surged through him at his understanding. he nodded quickly, pleadingly.
“of course, little cow,” the captain assured, squeezing his waist comfortingly. “somewhere warm.”