Writer: luffy316
Desc: A human catches up with and starts dating his childhood friend: a busty cow girl who's way into human goth fashion.
I had been friends with Tisha for a long time while we were growing up. It wasn't super common for people to know more than a handful of anthros. They tended to live in their own little areas outside of human cities, fending for themselves with their more animalistic skills and instincts.
I was special in that sense. My parents had to do a lot of traveling and money got tight for a bit so I ended up going to school in one of the anthro settlements. I'd bounce back and forth between New York and what the locals called Furbolg. I ended up hanging out a lot with Tisha, a cowgirl that was in my grade and a lot of my classes. She was really interested in human life and culture, or what little we really had that was that different from anthro society. One thing she'd clung to was goth fashion, even if she was a sweetheart and a bit of an airhead. She probably missed the emo and moody part, which was fine with me.
I ended up moving into the human city eventually, but we kept in touch. We'd talk online and met up now and then to see a movie or something. It wasn't until we were 20 and talking about crushes in our ongoing text chat that it trickled out. She admitted to having a crush on me when we were younger and not knowing if I'd ever felt the same way.
"I had never thought about it that way. So what made you stop?"
"lol… I didn't."
"Did you like… want to go out this weekend?"
"I thought we were already planning on going out ^_^ "
"I mean like a date."
"0_0 YES YES YES!"
It was hard to believe it took me that long to realize I'd had a big titty cowgirl gf right under my nose for all these years.
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It was weird meeting up with Tish as usual knowing it was also our first date. It shone a new light on her when she came jiggling into my line of sight. The fact that I could see her tits poke around a corner before anything else was always something I'd laugh to myself about, but pausing to think about it made me blush.
Tish was way into dark and edgy colors, and today was no exception. She had her naturally brown-black fur, a rich chocolate color with patches of milky white splattered across her body. Her shoulder-length, lightly curled hair was a similar case, slightly lighter with a big white spot to the right side of her bangs. Short but thick horns jutted out at the higher edges of her head, which she kept carefully filed to dull tips. She was a wide girl, but she carried it well. It helped that it was mostly in her tits and hips, though not without a slight belly to fill in the space between.
Today, Tish had much of her usual look thrown together. She had her usual eyeliner and dark purple lipstick on her pouty lips to stand out against her already dark fur. A silver cow skull necklace bounced around on her bosom, resting on the boldly rounded shape of her bosom. Even without any cleavage, her massive perky tits were clearly the size of watermelons under her tight t-shirt. The stretched out text across the front read "I sacrifice on the first date" with a generic Hot Topic cartoon of a cutely demonic girl printed underneath. Tish had her usual fishnet arm warmers going up to her knuckles, and a long skirt going just shy of her knees. It let some of her plump thighs squeeze out just above her striped knee high leg warmers. She was about as tall as me, but I felt positive she didn't wear platform boots because her hooves wouldn't fit in them.
"Hiiii~! How you been!?" Tish asked excitedly.
"Well we talked last night. And the night before… so still good?"
"Oops! Right!" she chirped.
Her cheeks perked up, tightening her dimples in a way that I'd picked up on. It was like blushing for a species with minimal exposed skin. It was clear she was excited and nervous. I'd dressed up a little nicer and gone heavy on the deodorant myself, but I didn't want to keep her on edge. I took one of her fishnetted hands and squeezed it as I started leading her along. The dimple-blush got even tighter as she cracked into a broad smile across her slightly protruding muzzle of a mouth.
"Come on or we'll miss the movie," I excused as any reason to hold her hand right now.
It felt warm, soft and fluffy… kind of perfect, really. The way she squeezed back gave me hope she felt the same.
"Yea! Totally! Let's watch the shit out of a movie!" she agreed just as eagerly.
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Our date felt like a sweet blur. I wasn't sure where we took things from lifelong friends to dating, so we mostly just held hands and smiled a lot while doing our usual. It made me a lot more conscious about whatever we were doing, which had some mixed results. The movie we went to, for example, had a lot more jumpscares than we expected. Tish kept jumping and squeezing my hand against her. Depending on where her hand was at the moment, it was a fresh reminder of the doughy softness of her tits compared to the pillowy softness of her stomach depending on where her hand was at the moment.
By the time we went to our restaurant across the road, Trish had loosened up and had no problem rambling about her latest anime binges or the talk about Furbolg. It was hard to focus as I looked at her in a new light. The way her big blue eyes seemed to sparkle compared to the rest of her dark clothes and how her huge jugs rested on the table, drawn densely down by gravity. My eyes wandered all over the stocky bovine besty, starting to appreciate her and her curves in ways I hadn't really considered.
We did some light flirting through the meal, just swapping casual compliments or playing footsie under the table (which got to sting a little playing with her hooves, but I ran with it). It was clear we were both a couple of dateless virgins from our mutually cute awkwardness. I had to wonder if I'd been waiting for her to say something all this time or if Tish had just left me with too high a standard to get a girlfriend before her. At least that felt a lot better than just thinking nobody was that interested in me…
I walked her back to her car that night where we took our time, milking our goodbyes and planning out when to meet up next. When it felt like we'd made every excuse to stay around each other, I went for it. It took a second to figure out just how to kiss around a muzzle like that but her painted pouty lips made for an easy target. I held the embrace for a moment before she leaned into it, bumping her tits into my chest like airbags for the collision. Her thick, warm tongue slid out sooner than I expected, licking over my lips until I opened them to make it less awkward (and more enjoyable) for us both.
We finally withdrew, her shy smile spread wide across her face.
"That was… somethin'," I replied softly.
"A really good somethin'," Tish said, nodding rapidly.
"Did you want to meet up again this weekend? Maybe stay the night at my place?"
The bovine ears flicked with excitement from within her multicolored hair.
"Yea! Yea, that'd be super! Let's do it! I mean like, let's 'do' go to your place not like… not like that'd be bad either. I bet, though…"
The cowgirl beamed and squeezed me in a hug, squished between her pillowy boobs and surprisingly strong arms.
"I can't wait! See you then!"
She planted another quick kiss before she got into her car, gave another little wave and drove off. The breeze of her car leaving sent a weird chill across my chest that I didn't notice until that moment. There were two smudges of liquid left on my shirt, thicker than water when I rubbed at it. I remembered her making some passing complaints about starting to produce milk in our past chats. I did some mental math on Tisha's height before I recognized that somewhere during our embrace she'd gotten excited and some had leaked out of her nipples and onto my shirt.
Probably a good sign, right?
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Tisha met up with me at my place as we planned. She was dolled up for our second date, if that doll was some kind of Hot Topic Barbie. Tight black jeans (with her custom tail-hole poked into them) were tugged tight beneath her paunch of a belly by a studded belt. She wore a tank top (her "I'm so goth I was born black" custom print) and multiple necklaces of various styles and materials. She had a tendency to get excited and overreact, so she either couldn't decide which to go with or was overcompensating with extra jewelry. All it really did was team up with her tank top to keep drawing my eyes towards her deep, fluffy, black and white cleavage.
"Hi! I'm not too late, right?" she asked eagerly.
"Nah, you're fine," I assured her, trying to keep it cool and casual.
"We're just streaming anyway, so we can start whenever. You look… really cute tonight," I admitted a little more carefully.
She blushed and squared her shoulders cutely, which just pushed her udders even tighter in her shirt like they wanted to escape.
"Thanks. You're really hot too."
I saw her dark lips purse like she'd let something slip. I joined her blush and just stepped aside to let her come in.
We sat together on the couch, directly side by side with my dorky gothy friend turned busty hot girlfriend. We sorted ourselves out, shifting awkwardly to find where we could comfortably put our arms and hands. I ended up with an arm around her shoulder, keeping her close and one big warm breast resting against the side of my chest. She ended up leaning her head on my shoulder with her head tipped to keep her horn tucked behind my neck for safe keeping.
I turned on the Last Castle that we'd been talking about watching together, but it quickly became background noise. Every shift or shuffle one of us took just rubbed us together, squishing me against her furry marshmallow pillow of a body. Neither of us seemed capable of focusing or sitting still. Tish's snout nuzzled against my neck, sending shivers down my spine and into my crotch. I needed an outlet and the only way I could imagine was to turn and kiss her like I was making up for all the missed opportunities.
We quickly got hot and heavy. It was on both of our minds since our first kiss left us wanting more. She ran her hands through my hair to hold me against her tasty black lips and my hands couldn't go anywhere but her tits. They were already mashed up against my chest so I helped keep them there with two big handfuls of her milky rack. They felt so warm and heavy, sinking my fingers in to keep exploring her body. Her necklaces jangled together, the thicker ones clattering like little cowbells as she stuffed as much of her thick cow tongue into my mouth as she could without overflowing me with spit.
Tisha was clearly onboard but went even further as she pulled at the neckline of her top. It proved to be tight but quite stretchy, as a lot of the curvy cow's outfits tended to be. The material pushed past my greedy fingertips until her white-speckled breasts spilled out over her top.
Seeing her huge, bouncing udders out and her big, eager eyes staring at me had me rock hard and ready to do anything for Tisha. Like that wasn't enough to get my heart and balls in a vice, Tish caught my eye and said softly "I love you…"
"I love you!" I hastily agreed.
"Always did. I was just too dumb to know it."
Tisha's ears flicked and danced back and forth.
"Mmkay… but can we keep doing the thing…?"
"Definitely," I panted as I leaned right back into kissing and feeling her up.
Tisha leaned further into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I started running my thumb along the underside of her nipples, which were already hard and thick with arousal. Teasing them just wound her up even more until she was letting out every breath as a soft moan. I could feel the round goth rocking gently back and forth. Her hips weren't close enough to mine to be full on dry humping, but it made her milky tits wobble in my palms. It did the next best thing, getting herself off by grinding her nipples between my fingers until the sensitive nubs started leaking.
I was already sneaking peeks at her tits, and seeing her milk coming out directly was even more fascinating than her accidental leakage on our first date. It was thick and clear, and cartoonishly white coming straight from the cow herself. She was breathing heavily, her eyes shut lightly as she sucked on my lower lip. Her ears flicked again and she looked down, biting her own lip meekly like she did when she was embarrassed.
Part fascination and part reassurance, I caught her eye and lowered my mouth to her teat. My mouth was still wet with our makeout session's mixed saliva, and it felt so good to feel her huge milky tit resting against my face. Its dense weight promised more of her surprisingly sweet milk, especially for someone who wanted to dress as edgily as she did. Tisha let out a shrill, quivering moan as I started to nurse from her, pinching her nipple between my lips and tongue. She let out a quick, relieved gasp as if it relieved some tiny amount of her building pressure.
"Please… g-gentle…" she managed to ramble out.
I looked up and saw her gawking, her mouth hanging open with a glassy, blissful look in her eyes. Even just rubbing around her other breast had her nipple leaking, staining the darker streaks of her furry chest. Her tits leaked and her mouth drooled over me as she remained propped up on all fours, looking especially like a dairy cow in that position.
I decided to test her limits a little. Since she was enjoying it so much, it seemed like her nipples were hard-wired to her pussy. I curled back my lips enough to bite down on her nip, testingly squeezing it between my teeth. Tisha immediately shrieked and arched her back, shoving her tits further into my face. The big black and white orbs nearly smothered me as she rocked in place, tit-humping my mouth so I had no choice but to keep sucking. I was happy to keep at it anyway, chugging one breast while I kept squeezing and milking the other. I bit on her areola while my tongue kept pressing and flicking her hard nip wetly.
"OH FUCK! OH GOD!" she started to pant out, but it didn't last for long.
"OHHH MYOOO~!"
She let out her squealing mewl of a moo as her whole body shook. Her big hips thrust at the empty air between us until I raised my knee in a polite offer of something for her to hump. The thick wet patch on her jeans showed she was already cumming by the time she connected with it, but she rubbed it up and down appreciatively. Her long and shrill cry carried on for several seconds, quivering over me as her sweaty fur across my face and chest. Her chubby, jiggly arms held up for a bit before she inevitably collapsed on top of me, heaving for air as she recovered from her first orgasm with me.
"Oh god… oh fuck…" she wheezed, her fur wet with sweat and milk. I just swallowed my last mouthful of mostly the latter and ran her hands along her hips, cupping her plump butt as her tail wagged against the back of my hand.
"Ohhh that was the best… are you okay?"
"Mmmfm mm."
"Oh fuck! Sorry!" Tish blurted.
She jerked back to sit up and pull her boobs out of my face. I instantly started to miss them, but that shifted her weight back to sit on my lap. My raging boner appreciated the extra attention as her chubby thighs and ass squashed across my crotch. Her pouty lips pursed as she huffed down her breaths through her nose. Tish'a hips rocked lightly, feeling out my erection grinding firmly even through both our clothes.
"So did you wanna…?" she asked sheepishly
"As long as you are," I said, technically not answering her question in my heated state.
Tisha started to undo my pants while I rubbed at the damp crotch of her jeans. She took long enough with my zipping that I was able to slip my fingers into her waistband and reach inside her pussy. She started to moan and moo again as I quickly got her fired up again, the excited but docile look filling her eyes again. There was a thick, denser patch of fur before I reached her actual labia. I was no expert, but it felt fleshy and roomy while the skin still felt taut. More that she was just a bigger species than I was rather than imagining she'd be bold enough to go sleeping around. Not that it made a difference now that I was caressing her clit and kissing her nipples as she finally got my cock out.
Both of us finished undressing and we coordinated ourselves to line up. She boosted up to her knees before easing herself down carefully on top of my shaft. She paused and gasped softly when I first penetrated her, but she let her heavy hips dip slowly down before finally dropping completely. I thrust my entire cock inside her fuzz-surrounded hole, another white smudge of fur on her inner thigh looking like it was trying to draw my attention to it. Her whole soft body wobbled to a stop as she landed fully on top of me, stopping to breathe heavily and regroup.
"You okay?" I asked, running my hands up her thighs.
They traced around her belly before cupping her breasts again. Their thin but steady streams of milk trickled down, and just brushing past her nips got her to twitch. Her hips bounced briefly in place like they were pushbuttons to start her up.
"Y-yea… keep going," she panted.
Tisha leaned on her palms, bracing herself a bit better as she stayed sitting on my cock. Her round, dark hips pumped to steadily ride my shaft and it felt oh so fuckin' good. The soft padding of her thighs and ass plapped harmlessly against me as she started to ride me more confidently. I moaned as I thrust up to meet her, taking a few tries before I got the rhythm and started to push along her g-spot. Pinching and teasing her huge udders all the while kept her excited and on edge. I'd lick or kiss them when I leaned up enough, and her thick build and huge rack kept them slapping against themselves when she started humping hard enough. Her jewelry stayed on, too bothersome to take off as they bounced on top of her flopping, hefty tits.
"Fuck yes… that's so good," I assured her.
"Ride 'em, cowgirl…"
"Oh fuck… fuck you," Tisha gasped, but less angry and more in an annoyed at how turned on it made her.
I reached up and groped her breasts more roughly. I pulled her in by them, squeezing the fat titflesh like a pair of handles. She breathed heavier as she put her whole body into it, even her tail flicking rhythmically against my thighs. I couldn't let her do all the work, so I spared a hand from her chest to grab one of her horns. Her eyes went wide as I used them to force her down, kissing her full, painted lips firmly. The sweet taste of her spit and the waxy flavor of her lipstick hit my tongue in what was starting to become pretty addictive, though maybe that was mixed with the appealing flavor of her milk still on my lips.
I curled my hips, giving a few hard bucks into my bovine lover. Her multicolored hair flopped around her shoulders as her breasts bounced around in my hands, leaking messily like they were trying to swallow up my fingers. Her wet and hungry folds felt perfect as I kept ramming inside the hefty goth. She let out a quivering moan just as I grunted and thrust inside her, going as deep as I could before my cock relaxed and released my load inside her. I added my own thick, warm juices to her soaked pussy, filling up all I could as my dick pulsed inside her. It was right up against her clit, feeling her chubby thighs squeeze around me and hold me there as she leaned over and shut her eyes.
"Mmm-m-moooo," she moaned again, softer and yet more intensely this time.
Tish clung to me tightly, hugging me so I could kiss her rather than get lost in her cleavage again. We laid there on the couch, leaving me buried in the cummed out cowgirl goth as I ran my fingers through her hair.
"You're so good, Tish," I sighed, letting my hands tease down her back before groping a handful of her beefy butt.
She moaned and wiggled her hips into it, swishing her tail around my wrist.
"Oh you have no idea… I've been wound up thinking about this all week, and I got filled up on milk and fuck that all felt amazing~! I've been waiting for this so long!"
The busty cowgirl hugged me tighter, peppering me with kisses. I was already looking forward to offering to let her move in with me here in the human city. I couldn't imagine her not wanting to move in, especially now that we were dating anyway.
"Good thing we're spending the night. My legs feel like jelly," she muttered as she nuzzled her messy muzzle up against my chin.
I nodded lazily in approval.
"Yea… hope nobody's waiting 'til the cows come home, because otherwise…"
"Oh fuck you!" she giggled angrily, giving me a listless slap across the cheek.
"Just cuz we're dating doesn't mean you can suddenly make those jokes!"
"Or you're gonna make me disappear? Put my face on a milk carton?"
Tisha pouted and started thumping my chest with pathetically weak mock-punches, not letting up until I was done with the gags. I went on for a while. It distracted her from taking me out of her, so it was worth it. Anything that kept Tisha close, I made sure to do it for a long, long time.