"Interview on a girlfarm (F/f, Girlcows, snuff)" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/hw3p4DRS Created on: Wednesday 10th of August 2016 09:26:32 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:28:54 AM UTC (f/f cons, girlcows, snuff.) ----- *Knock knock* "Hello, we're the students here to do an article on girlcow farming." The farmer saw two short, blonde, and rather scrawny young girls on her doorstep. "The college girls? Alright, come on in." She pulled the door open and hustled them into her living room. The farmer herself was much taller, somewhat stocky, but not ugly by any means. "So you want to see how girl farming works?' "Yes." The slightly taller of the two girls responded "We're doing an article for our college paper. A lot of people want to know how girl farming works. We would like to see how normal women are converted to girlcows, how girlcows are housed and cared for, and how you slaughter girlcows here. The whole thing pretty much." "Alright then, let's get started." The farmer led them out back. Looking around the girl saw the typical sights on a farm. A barn, a few smaller buildings, and a large pasture for the girls to lounge in. "First I'll show you were we convert normal girls." The farmer led them to a building off to the side of the farm with a dirt road leading up to it. It looked very sterile, with polished steel surfaces and concrete floors. "As you may know most girlcows are born that way, calved by existing girlcows. However volunteers are encouraged. These brave," the farmer then leaned in and whispered "actually just horny. Girls are prepared for their new life here." "Do you receive volunteers very often?" The taller blonde asked in her best interview voice. "Somewhat regularly." The farmer answered "It certainly isn't everyday. But enough to boost my herd a little." The shorter girl piped up. "Can you demonstrate what you do here? I mean..." "Haha!" The farmer laughed "Not much here is reversible girlie. S' you wouldn't get much interviewing done." The girl appeared to be thinking. "Well you can explain what you do and I can see about trying what we can do." "Alright then." The farmer moved up to the first apparatus. "First they inhale this gas. It permanently disables the cows vocal cords. No more speaking, naturally this is best at the start." The short girl shivered. "Definitely none of that. I need my voice for this." Her taller counterpart was just taking notes. The older woman smiled. "Next up we perform a simple operation on the cows legs to prevent walking upright." All she could show here was a sparsely stocked shelf of medical equipment and a gurney. The short blonde nervously piped up again "Do you have any gear to, y'know simulate it? Make it so I have to crawl around?" Her less short companion finally intervened. "Where not here to try out for cow status. We just need to see how this works." "But this'll make the story so much better!" She whined "You can add pictures and everything." *Sigh* "Fine. Go ahead if you can..." The girl whipped back to facing the farmer. "So can you?" The farmer chuckled. "Well you could just crawl. But since it seems you have your heart set on being restrained, I do have some things. You never know if a potential volunteer will need a little convincing." She pulled out a set of leather straps and brought them over to the girl. "C'mon then, get naked." "Uhm... Okay!" Her companion just facepalmed, utterly confused at were this was leading. --- "Ookaayy. Now that my companion is naked and crawling on all fours I think this is a really good time to go to the next place." The amateur reporter asserted. "Yep, I'm good." Her associate added. "Alright, next is milking. That's a bit of a walk." 'Or crawl.' The somewhat frustrated student thought while watching her restrained aid. Eventually the trio made it to the milking parlor. The air was noticeably cooler and the room was divided into stalls with large machines. "I think this is self-explanatory, the cows come in and the machine milks them." "So I assume something in the feed get's them to lactate?" "Yup, it all depends on the girl some just aren't big enough to be worth milking." The farmer leans over and gropes the crawling girls chest. "Take this one. Nothing here even if she were lactating." The bound girl pouted. "I still want to try the machine." "Uh, it won't do much. I guess if I set it low it shouldn't hurt you though." " 'Kay." The blonde replied and walked up to the machine. "You just put the cups on, all my cows come in to milk themselves." "Ah yes, voluntary milking. It used to be done with non-human farm animals even. I researched this part." The student said will scribbling notes. The bound girl moved up to the machine and affixed the cups to her (almost nonexistent) breasts. With a few adjustments by the farmer to ensure safety the machine started. "Ooohh! AH! A.. AHHH!" The girl started moaning before being caught in a frenzy of gasps. She seemed to be enjoying the machine indeed. "The..... SUCtiON.... Ooohh... so good." "Yes. Having seen that I think we should move on." The student offered. She did however make sure to get a picture of her indisposed companion. "Alright." The farmer unhooked the quivering girl. After a short wait the trio continued their tour. --- "Here is the pasture. Girlcows lounge out here and relax during the day, unless there's bad weather. Then they're herded back into their stalls." The reporter looked around. There was a fenced off field with a scattering of girlcows around. A number looked to be in compromising positions. Others looked to be caring for their young in their own area of pasture. "So I assume sex is fairly frequent amongst the cows?" The reporter asked. "Oh yes. Unless they've calved they don't have much else to do. Of course you can't have sex all day. But they're pretty horny creatures." One of the creatures (A wavy haired brunette, moderately well endowed) seemed to have taken an interest in the bound blonde. Having come up to the fence to sniff her. The girl returned the cows interest and started pushing her head through the fence to get close. "Can you let me in? I should really try this too you know." The farmer laughed. "Alright, here ye go girl." She hefted up the tiny college student, who promptly squealed, and deposited her inside the fence. Girl and cow promptly set upon each other. The girl decided to get into her roll joining in sniffing, rutting, and rubbing her face against her new friend. Soon the cow wanted more, getting alongside the girl it forced her to flip over onto her back. Taking advantage it crawled overtop her and began rubbing it's crotch against the girls. "Oh! Oh my." The College girl outside the fence exclaimed on seeing this. That didn't however stop her from taking notes or pictures. After finally deciding they were warmed up enough the cow crawled around so that it could lick the pinned girls pussy. Also unceremoniously pushing it's own in her face to get across the idea she should get to work. The girl had no objections and enthusiastically set to work. Soon both girls were moaning into each other. The cow was the first to cum, shuddering and letting out a loud cry as it slumped over. However it proved to at least be a somewhat courteous lover, as it took only a short break before resuming its work on the girl. Rapidly licking and sucking on her until she too reached climax. "Uhm, wow. That was... Maybe we should just move on." The clearly flustered college student managed to stutter out while looking at her now very satisfied companion. "Next stop'll be the last." The farmer said while scooping up the girl. --- "Here we have the slaughter house. Larger farms of course ship their cows live to an off-site facility. I however prefer to do it in here. Of course not me alone." The room was surprisingly clean. There were some bloodstains about, but on the whole it was a reasonably pleasant environment. A number of pulleys and hooks dangled from the ceiling. On the floor were buckets, a large table, and a few small blocks; presumably to serve the same purpose as tree stumps would. "So, a pressing question everyone will want to know: how do the cows take it when their time is up? Do they go out bucking and screaming? Are they drugged?" "Oh no. Nothing like that. A few get scared but they're almost all quite amiable about the whole thing." "So can we see a demonstration? It would certainly add something to the report." "Well I guess I can bring one of my-" "I'll do it!" The very enthusiastic girl on all fours interrupted. "WHAT?! Come on! You can try out this crazy bondage and cow sex, but getting killed is a little much! Besides you need to help me write the article." Her frustrated companion pleaded with her. "But I really want to try this!" she whined "Besides you know you would have written almost all of it anyway. And think of what a great angle you can use if I do this." "Ugh, fine!" The reporter huffed "But remember your doing this under protest. You may be as smart as a bunch of asparagus, but I'll still miss you." She leaned down and suddenly kissed the bound girl. After the two separated. "Yay!" She turned to the farmer "Well will you do it?" The farmer shrugged. "Sure. It's not standard, but I'm okay with it." " 'Kay. Let's get started." "Well, first you have to choose how. There are several methods we can do. Normally 'course I don't ask the cow though." "First way is to just use an air powered bolt gun. Y'just aim it against the back of the cows head and fire." She showed off the device. It looked something like a larger version of those handheld pen lights really. One wouldn't know the purpose if they weren't acquainted with it already. "Next" she continued "is to just lay you down over one of those blocks and take your head off with an axe. Real simple." She gestured to the blocks. "Last, we can dangle you upside down with those ropes and cut your throat. That starts up the whole bleeding you out process right away. So which will it be?" "Uhh..." the girl looked somewhat nervous "I'll take the bleeding!" She said with a burst of confidence. "Alright. Let's get you set up then. I'll have to take off those restraints." The older woman approached her and removed the leather bindings. Lifting her up again she grabbed some of the ropes. With years of practiced skill she soon had the girl upside down and bound. "Can I you know. Give her some final, uh, comfort?" The other student shyly asked. "That's fine if she wants." The farmer replied. She didn't wait for her friend to respond and simply moved up to start. The girl was at a height were she could just lean her head down and lap at her center. This outwardly looked just like a horizontal version of the earlier 69, but now the upside down girl could only receive. The standing girl nearly brought her friend off very quickly before slowing down to draw it out. She was, in fact, very experienced at what worked on her friend having done this many times before. Until now she had just assumed the girl would move in with her and keep house after college, she knew that the shorter girl was far too ditzy to keep a job yet not tall and busty enough to use her looks. But she cared about her anyway and was willing to take care of her as long as the girl could be taught at least the basics of cooking and cleaning (she already had sex down pat. So no problems there). Still this development wasn't too disturbing. If her friend was happy being snuffed then she could be supportive. And judging by the moans she was being VERY supportive right now. Soon she decided to finish the upside down girl off. "Ok, she's ready." She gestured to the now almost unconscious drooling girl. The farmer walked up with a large knife and put a bucket underneath the girl. The reporter realized that now was the time for more photos. Grabbing the girls hair the farmer drew her head back exposing her neck. From their it was a simple matter of deeply drawing the knife across resulting in a gout of blood. "And we're done." The farmer said "Think you got good material for a story here?" "Oh yes. This will be fantastic. Far better than I expected." She took a final look at the dangling body then left. End