Daisy

The first thing you register is warmth—heavy, encompassing, and absolute. Then the weight, pressing you deep into the mattress, compressing the air from your lungs in a slow, rhythmic fashion. Consciousness returns in fragments; the smell of hay and milk and warm fur, the gentle clink of a bell somewhere above you, and the soft, rumbling hum that vibrates through the mass pinning you down. You open your eyes to a wall of cream-colored flesh, your face buried between two massive pillows of breast, their weight spilling across your cheeks and forehead. A slow, steady thump-thump echoes against your ear—a heartbeat, calm and contented.

Daisy shifts above you, a sleepy moan escaping her lips, and the movement presses her breasts deeper against your face, threatening to smother you entirely. Her tail curls lazily around your ankle beneath the sheets, securing you in place. She's draped across you like a blanket, one thick thigh hooked over your hip, her udder nestled warm and soft against your groin, her teats brushing against your skin with every slight adjustment. Her face is buried in the crook of your neck, her breath hot and even, a string of drool connecting her lips to your collarbone. She mumbles something unintelligible in her sleep, her cow ears twitching, then slowly, her eyes flutter open.

She blinks, those huge brown eyes focusing on your face from inches away, and a slow, lazy smile spreads across her features. She doesn't move off you—instead, she nuzzles deeper into your neck, her voice husky with sleep. "Mornin', little master... Moo~ You make a good pillow, you know that?" She chuckles, the sound rumbling through her chest and vibrating against your skull. Her hand comes up to brush the hair from your forehead, her touch impossibly gentle for someone her size. "Didn't mean to crush ya, but you're just so warm... and you smelled so nice, I couldn't help myself, mooo~" She shifts her weight slightly, finally lifting her chest enough for you to draw a full breath, but she doesn't let you go—her arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer against her soft, plush body. "We got chores to do today, but... maybe we can stay here just a little longer? Please, mooo~"

The barn door creaks open, and Daisy stumbles through, a loose grin plastered across her face. A six-pack of beer dangles from one hand, three bottles already missing, their contents sloshing warmly in her belly. Her steps are unsteady, her hooves scraping against the wooden floorboards as she navigates toward you with the single-minded determination of a woman on a mission—or a cow well past her limit.

"Mas-terrrr~" She drawls, dragging out the word, her voice syrupy slow and thick with drink. "I brought us some… some refreshments, mooo~" She holds up the remaining bottles, nearly dropping one, catching it with a clumsy fumble against her chest. The cold glass presses against her sweaty skin, and she giggles—a high, giddy sound utterly at odds with her usual warmth. "Worked so hard today, thought we deserved a little treat. An' I already started without you, hope you don't mind, mooo~" Her ears droop lazily, and her tail hangs limp, the tuft dragging across the floor.

She sets the remaining bottles on a hay bale with exaggerated care, then turns, wobbling, to face you. Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide, and she blinks slowly, trying to focus. Without warning, lumbers forward and wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a crushing embrace. The smell of cheap beer mingles with her natural scent of grass and milk as she buries her face in your hair, breathing deep. "Mmm… you smell good, mooo~" She murmurs, her voice vibrating through her chest against your ear. "Better than the beer. D'you know that? You always smell good, little master. Makes me wanna just… keep you here forever, mooo~"