CW: Cub (5-6M/F), Cum-Milking, Roleplay, Antics, Heller Magic
 
 
 
 
"Oh, what a lovely day," Bluey sing-songed as she rocked the plush lemur doll swaddled in a blanket on the school's playground during their afternoon recess, while setting the table for a dinner of grilled sausages. The pair had set up their game in the little kitchen play set under the shade tree.
"Yes, quite a lovely day indeed," Rusty agreed as he flipped the wooden-block sausages on the plastic grill. "The sausages are almost done! Is the table set, dear?"
"Yes, all ready, my love! Oh! I need to fix the baby a bottle!" Bluey said, looking around. She pantomimed opening the fridge, and then gasped! "Oh no! Rusty, we're out of milk! Here, watch the baby for a minute - I have to run to the store!" the heeler pup said, thrusting the plush into the red kelpie's arms as Rusty waved behind her.
"Hurry back, we don't want to eat cold sausages!" Rusty urged as Bluey ran to the 'store'; the big shelf full of bins of toys under the awning near the school building.
"Hmmm," Bluey said as she considered the options available in the toy bins, where no jugs or jars could be found. "No, this just won't do," she said to herself as she rummaged through one of the bottom bins, before a glint of tarnished bronze caught her eye. "Oh, I have an idea!"
 
 
This episode of Bluey is called...
Moo Cow
 
 
Bluey pulled the dented old cowbell out of the bin and tested it by rapping it with the clapper that was attached to the handle with a bit of string. It clunked satisfyingly, and Bluey giggled with glee as she scanned the yard for a proper victim. Nearby, Mackenzie played alone, hopping from stone to stone that made a path in the wood-chips between the bushes.
"Hey Mackenzie!" Bluey shouted as she ran over to him, wagging her tail hard.
"Ah!" Mackenzie startled mid-jump and stumbled on the stone he'd just jumped onto, before falling off into the wood chips with an oof! and a little scattering of wood chips. Mackenzie laid where he landed for a second. "Uh, hi, Bluey."
"Do you wanna play with me and Rusty? We're playing Mums and Dads and I have a really important job for you and you're the perfect colors for it!" Bluey urged, still wagging her tail briskly. Mackenzie's tail slowly started to wag, too.
"I don't have to be the baby again, do I?" Mackenzie groaned as he sat up and dusted wood chips out of his fur. Bluey giggled and helped him up, brushing at his back.
"Nope! It's way better than that! Just promise you'll play properly," Bluey urged, hopping in place.
"Uh, sure Bluey. I was kind of bored anyway." Mackenzie said with a slightly hesitant smile. Bluey giggled and grabbed his wrist.
"Great, come on!" she said, running back to the kitchen playset where Rusty had sat down at their 'table' with the baby already, with the places set with their block sausages ready for dinner.
"You brought guests?" Rusty complained. "I only made enough sausages for us, Bluey!"
"Oh, no, Mackenzie's not a guest!" Bluey giggled, before she struck a dramatic and authoritative pose with her cowbell and struck it with the clapper. "DING, poof, you're a moo-cow!" Bluey announced to Mackenzie, whose eyes widened.
"I don't want to be a moo-cow!" Mackenzie protested.
"Mackenzie! You promised you'd play properly! Me and Rusty's baby is hungry and the store is out of milk! We need a moo cow!" Bluey complained. Rusty looked between them both, confused.
"Uh, Bluey? Why would you bring a moo-cow to our home? It's tracking in all sorts of dirt!" Rusty urged, playing along.
"Come on, pleaaaase, Mackenzie?" Bluey begged the border collie, who sighed dramatically.
"Fine," Mackenzie said, dropping to all fours in the grass. "Moooo?"
"There!" Bluey giggled! "Who's a pretty little moo cow! Who is? You are!" Bluey praised Mackenzie while petting his head and wagging her tail hard. Rusty giggled too.
"Bluey..! Hurry up, our dinner's getting cold! Where are we even going to keep a moo cow?" Rusty wondered, still holding their plush baby in his arm as the open, empty bottle sat on their makeshift table. 
"He can live in the back yard and eat the grass so you don't have to mow it!" Bluey reasoned, and Rusty deadpanned.
"...Well, that's awful convenient."
"Plus we'll get fresh milk every day!" Bluey said, dropping the cowbell and fetching the open bottle as she knelt beside Mackenzie.
"Uhm...mooooo?" Mackenzie intoned, unsure.
"There's a good Moo-kenzie, we just need a bottle full right now! But you'll be really useful to have around. Our baby drinks so much milk it's crazy!" Bluey rolled her eyes, and Rusty laughed.
"It's kind of a problem," Rusty said, playing along as the Heeler pup worked her magic, "We go through SO many diapers!" the kelpie joked as Bluey knelt down and reached under Moo-kenzie, grasping low on his belly and tugging his sheath with deliberate, milking strokes.
"But at least we'll save loads of dollarbucks on milk now!" Bluey giggled, "Come on, Moo-kenzie. There's a good moo-cow," she urged, tugging rhythmically on the border collie's sheath as she felt him thickening and firming up.
"M-Moooo? Ah, B-Bluey, are--" Moo-kenzie started, sounding unsure before Bluey cut him off.
"Moo-cows don't talk, Mackenzie! Just stand still and let me milk our new pet moo-cow," Bluey giggled, tipping her head down to look as she tugged back and forth on Mackenzie's sheath as pointed pink flesh flashed from his sheath. She held the bottle readily in her free hand. "There's a good Moo-kenzie!" Bluey giggled sing-songily as she played with the border collie. Rusty sat, wordless at the kitchen table and watched with wide eyes, starting to blush. The baby plush had been placed in his lap, where he fidgeted with it awkwardly.
"Mmph...M-moo," Moo-kenzie simply assented as his blush grew hotter. Bluey could feel Moo-kenzie's udder firming more and starting to throb, and eagerly pushed the bottle over its tip as she rapidly tugged at him.
"There's a good boy Moo-kenzie! Give us a nice bottle of milk now," Bluey giggled with a playful urgency as Moo-kenzie began to hump his hips, shuddering when Bluey's hand skinned his sheath back and gripped hard behind his knot. Moo-kenzie bucked eagerly forward as the sharp spurts of thin, white fluid began to splash into the empty bottle eagerly.
"Mm-mooo!" Moo-kenzie panted, gritting his teeth as his eyes clenched shut. Bluey giggled as she kept pulling at Moo-kenzie's udder-knot as he humped desperately toward the bottle.
"Oh, goodness! This moo-cow seems to really like being milked, Rusty! I think we got a lucky new pet!" she giggled as the pelting squirts grew more eager forceful, starting to pool into the bottom of the baby-bottle she had Moo-kenzie's udder pushed down into. She kept squeezing behind Moo-kenzie's knot, pulling hard at it as he humped and feeling him throb urgently with each hard squirt of his milk into the bottle.
"Hhhaahh, ngh!" Moo-kenzie whimpered, his ears drawing back as he hiked a leg slightly, shuddering as he finally arched forward and spurted a thicker, longer spray of white into the pool of whitish-clear fluid, and then another, and another as Bluey giggled out with glee.
"Oh gosh, Moo-kenzie! Good moocow! Look how much milk you're making!" she praised as the final pulses of Moo-kenzie's milking came nearly halfway up the side of the bottle by the time he'd reduced to feeble spritzes and spatters. Moo-kenzie was panting deleriously and shuddering, barely able to stand on all fours as his udder had grown thick and rock-hard and deep red as it throbbed and bounced with his pulse as Bluey kept tugging it.
"M-Mmmmnfff...mooo," Moo-kenzie groaned, exhausted.
"Awww, don't stop now, Moo-kenzie! You're only halfway there!" Bluey urged, shaking behind his knot as Moo-kenzie shuddered and seemed to have nothing left. Bluey giggled, pulling up the bottle of 'milk' Moo-kenzie made. 
"Awh, no, this isn't nearly enough," Bluey giggled, sloshing the runny white fluid around in the bottle as the thicker components mixed with the thinner stuff to make a surprisingly milk-like concoction in the clear plastic container.
"Uhm, Bluey?" Rusty started, sounding a little embarassed.
"Yes, dear, yes! I'll be ready for dinner as soon as I can get a proper bottle of milk out of our new moo-cow!" Bluey scoffed impatiently.
"Uhm...can I be the moo-cow now?" Rusty asked. "Maybe Mackenzie can be your husband for a while."
"M-moooo?" Moo-kenzie panted, shuddering and falling over as Bluey finally let him go, and his red, fully-knotted member laid against his belly-fur as he stretched out on his back in the grass and panted.
"Hmmmm. I've never been married to a moo-cow before. This is highly unordinary," Bluey surveyed, looking between Mackenzie and Rusty. "Buuuut....okay!" she giggled, picking up the cowbell and striking it with its clapper again. "DING! You're a moo-cow Rusty!" Rusty giggled excitedly and placed the plush baby on the tabletop before he dropped to the ground on all fours.
"MoooOOoo," Rusty said, wagging his tail excitedly right beside Mackenzie, who was still panting.
"Mackenzie, can you watch the baby please? This will only take a moment, and then we'll be able to sit down to our grilled sausage dinner!" Mackenzie blinked, still panting, and looked around to get his bearings, before he slowly climbed up into the chair and picked up the plush baby to cradle it, all while his red, knotted flesh hung heavily out between his thighs. He looked on to Rusty and Bluey as they knelt on the grass beside him.
"Okay, Bluey. Oh, what a pretty baby," Mackenzie said, still panting and giving a soft giggle as he rocked the swaddled plushie.
"Alright! Back to business. We still have to get a half bottle of milk for the baby, Moo-sty! You'll have to really step up if you're going to pick up the slack where Moo-kenzie came up short," Bluey giggled, reaching under Rusty, who eagerly lifted a leg to make room for Bluey's exploring paw.
"Moooooo!" Moo-sty said eagerly, as Bluey grasped his sheath. The heeler's eyes went wide and she giggled.
"Oh, wow, Moo-sty! Your udder is way bigger than Moo-kenzie's!" she remarked as her fingers gripped around Moo-sty's sheath and began to pump it, feeling the red moo-cow's udder firming rapidly.
"Mooo!" Moo-sty confirmed. Mackenzie frowned, still holding the baby as his big, red udder's knot finally began to soften.
"It's not that much bigger," he defended and Bluey giggled.
"I don't knooooow, I can't fit my fingers around it all! I bet he's going to make lots of milk! Aren't you, Moo-sty! You're a good moo-cow, you'll give us all the milk we need to feed our baby dinner!" Bluey giggled, her fingers milking at Moo-sty's udder and feeling it begin to firm enough to slip out of its sheath. She helpfully pushed the sheath back and gripped him tightly behind the knot, tugging eagerly as she looked under Moo-sty, and the big, red, pointy-tipped udder that stuck out under him as Moo-sty humped and thrusted at her hand.
"MoooOoo!" Moo-sty announced proudly, giggling a little as he humped into the tight grip of the Heeler puppy as he smushed his balls to the backside of the Heeler's fist each time he shoved forward.
"Good boy, Moo-sty!" Bluey giggled, rhythmically pumping and stroking behind the moo-cow's udder-knot as she pushed the bottle to its tip and let the point push inside just as it started to spit and spurt reckless, forceful splashes of milky-clear fluid all over inside the bottle, adding to Moo-kenzie's contribution to the baby's meal. "Oh, wow! Look at him go!" Bluey cheered, staring as the thick splashes of milky-clear fluid spurted recklessly into the bottle as Moo-sty humped hungrily into her grip.
"Woah, Moo-sty makes a lot," Mackenzie remarked, unable to help but stare at his friends as Moo-sty's eyes rolled back in his head and his tongue lolled out, panting hard as he pumped and pumped, over and over, in copious squirts as his shots began to thicken and grow even more forceful.
"MM-MMnnnmmooo~!" Moo-sty grunted, his tail going still and frazzling slightly as his hips jerked one final time and Bluey felt his knot harden, while those thicker, whiter squirts began to pour forth, brimming over the top of the bottle and running down its side and Bluey's hand.
"Oh, wow! Good BOY, Moo-sty! You made more than enough!" Bluey giggled merrily, "There you go, good moo-cow," she crooned playfully as she pulled and kneaded the back of Moo-sty's knot as he kept pulsing powerfully into the grass. Bluey offered the bottle over to Mackenzie. Mackenzie hesitated, but took the slimy bottle from her with a little grimace at the slippery mess it was half-coated in, even while Moo-sty's spurts continued, though slowing considerably and soon a pulsing dribble into a puddle in the grass.
"Dear, would you put the lid on and feed our baby, please?" Bluey giggled as she eventually let Moo-sty's knot go, and Moo-sty flopped over and giggled.
"Moooo," Moo-sty crooned, spent and panting.
"Hey Rusty, hey Bluey, hey Makenzie!" came Jack's voice from the distance, "What're you guys playing?"
"We're playing Mums and Dads! We needed milk to feed the baby so Mackenzie and Rusty took turns being a moo-cow! Do you want to play with us?" Bluey asked with an eager wag of her tail.
"Yeah! Can I be a moo-cow too?" Jack asked, his tail wagging excitedly.
"Sure!" Bluey giggled, reaching to pick up the cowbell with her slimy paw, and striking its side with the clapper. "DING! You're a moo-cow!"
 
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