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Sam was a heavy built bounty hunter from a far flung future. In the early twenty first century people would have identified the breed of dog as a Labrador Retriever. In the past they’d been used to retrieve birds, and now in the future here he was retrieving bounties. It was a small universe after all.

Today he was in a pirate station, it had original belonged to a different owner, but he didn’t care much for the history of space stations so he had stopped asking questions there, but what had caught his attention was a battered and beaten vending machine shoved up against the wall of a graffiti covered alleyway. Inside the vending machine was the body of a cow, her cunt proudly on display along with a set of udders, and above that a set of tits.

Sights like this weren’t uncommon in the future, synthetic tech had come along so far that creating reactive sex toys that you could pay for cheap sex from out of a vending machine was common in the various red light districts, and a good alternative to more expensive options like sex robots and prostitutes.
This wasn’t what had caught his attention however, it was the fact that he recognised the face of the bovine that was projected onto the vending machine, at the height where the head of the synthetic body’s head would have been (They were normally made without heads).

“Hello! Try our fresh milk or ice cream! It’s pumped so fresh you can practically hear the moo!” The voice crackled from an old beat up speaker, but behind the synthetic filter he could dedfinately recognise it.

“No way! Mari, is that you? Is this where you’re working now?” He asked, stepping up closer to the vending machine and staring inside through the light blue force field, which the cow’s cunt was currently pressed up against, suspended at what would have been crotch height for most creatures, though he was quite tall so it came up a bit short on him. On the panel to the side was a small touchscreen display, and beneath that the drink/ice cream dispenser, and then below that was a dispenser for condoms, and finally a trash compartment.

The projection of a cow head flicked slightly, several love hearts appearing around it. “You’ll love our products, give one a try! I’ll encourage you to fuck me all night long.”

Sam grumbled to himself at the thought of spending his hard earned credits, but he wasn’t going to figure out if this was his colleague while the machine was in power saving mode. He tapped the display with a finger and was instantly met with a wide range of different ice cream flavours, along with options for milk, and then on the end a single menu called “services”.

He tapped that, then gave another grumble about the price. No wonder this machine looked like it was going to shit, the price to use the machine was outrageous. He could almost afford a prostitute for the money it was charging for ten minutes. Regardless, he scanned his wristband against the machine and it beeped softly, before a large green tick appeared and the force field opened up in a small area around the cows cunt.

“Oh! Thank you for your selection, please enjoy… Me Me!” The voice glitched towards the end, and for a moment Sam thought the machine was going to crap out, but regardless, he pressed his fingers through the hole and lazily wiggled them against the cow’s cunt. She was wet already.

“You in there Mari? Or did they cut that out of ya’? Fuck they did a number on you. You must’ve really pissed someone off or something. Look how wet you are though.”

“S-Sam?” The voice spoke, but the face displayed on the screen didn’t shift, it had seemingly frozen.
“Yeah, there you are. Fuck they got your mind in here too? I told you that you were getting too big for your boots, and now look at you…” He could feel himself growing hard against his trousers, his length throbbing excitedly to life and begging him to unbuckle his belt. The canine bounty hunter did so, a wide grin on his face.
“S-sS-sa-” The bovine’s voice clipped out with what might have been the beginnings of a scream, Sam guessed that the vending machine might have been programmed to keep up her chipper personality and make sure she advertised herself well.

“Shh, shh. That sounded like it hurt. Fuck…” He stroked his canine length softly and shuddered as it throbbed in his clutches, before kissing it to her cunt and pushing inside. As he did so, he pressed his face up against the force field, which felt fuzzy on his face like static. Inside the machine he could see that her limbs had been inserted into several holes, but with the dimensions of the machine, it was unlikely they were still intact.
“Help… Get… Get me.. Get.. Milk… Get me… Milk. Milkmilk… Get Me… Out...”

Peaking up behind the projected screen, he saw something that made him thrust forward with a moan. Her body didn’t have a head, ending in a metal collar and a stump from which several life giving wires and pipes ascended into the top of the machine.

“Sorry, even if I wanted to, which I don’t because you were always a bitch and never put out, you don’t even have a head any more. Maybe your brain is still in there or maybe you’re just a consciousness, but either way all you really are now is a vending machine, and I have to say the new look suits you…”

Her cunt gripped around him desperately, trying its best to milk him as he stared up at the projected face of the bovine, and above that the glow of the sign ‘Milk ‘n’ Fun’ in bold gradated red letters.

Reaching out, he punched his fingers against the touch screen and looked through the options for milk choices. Before settling on the full fat option. A mechanical war sounded through the air, the sound of parts that might have been a little past their prime getting to work.

Around his length, the cunt of the bovine gripped even harder and made him groan out in pleasure as a thick stream of milk began to pump its way through the clear tubes that were attached by small plastic suction cups to the nipple of the bovine’s udder. A soft moo sound effect played through a crackling speaker, and then there was a soft clink as a paper cup dropped into the drink dispenser, followed briefly afterwards by the hiss and sound of steam as the disinfection procedure for the nozzle took place.

After the nozzle was disinfected, there was a thud as a pump kicked into gear, streams of milk pouring up the clear tubes from the breasts and udders of the bovine, making their way up towards the top of the machine as the cow clenched herself around his cock. He doubted she was even fully consciously in control of her body, but it didn’t matter, her snatch began to milk him as she was milked by the machine. To Sam it felt better then he could fully express, but he gave it his best shot by leaning against the machine and letting out a husky moan as his hips worked themselves back and forth.

He was about to groan out a warning about his impending orgasm, but he realized there might not have been any point. At the same time he could feel himself getting absolutely milked dry by the squeezing of the bovine, and that eventually won out over his attempts to keep a stern exterior.

“Fuck Mari, you-AH!” He wasn’t really proud of the noises he made following this, but his hips began to work back and forth at a shaky, unsteady pace, hilting himself inside of her as the base of his cock formed into a knot and trapped him inside.

The canine security contractor slammed his fist against the side of the forcefield, which didn’t show the slightest bit of give besides a slight crackle under his fist as his eyes fluttered. He gave the cow everything that he had to give, then slumped against the side of the machine with a sigh as he waited for his knot to go down. It was good visiting old friends, sometimes.

Next to him, the nozzle made a spluttering sound, before it began to empty a stream of white liquid into the paper cup. He got it now, having such great sex really was a way to work up a thirst.

“Thank you for your purchese… Please. PLEASE…. Come again Help me sSm, please!”
He shuddered, reaching out for his drink as it finished pouring. A timer blipped onto the screen next to the projection of his friend’s face, one hundred and ten seconds, and he realized that if he didn’t pay to extend the time, the force field was likely going to close around his private area. That might have been a minor design floor.

The milk was delicious, creamy and strangely warm. It was some of the best milk he’d ever had, and it gave him the impression that they might have had this business venture more thought out then he’d first thought.

He prepared to pay to extend the time, a sly smile on his face. “Dammit Mari, even when you’re a vending machine, you’re still finding ways to squeeze money out of people… Well done.”

The vending machine responded by breaking into another forced advertising jingle, and Sam realized that even after he got his knot free, he’d enjoyed this so much he might want to go again and again, until, ironically, the cow had milked him dry.