Musco seemed relieved by the distraction provided by the Man.  The Dog really was insufferable at the best of times, and invasive at the worst.  Now his calm was completely gone, and he only knew one way to fix it: a nice saucer of milk!  The very idea of it made him salivate.  But since the Man was preoccupied with the mangy Dog, there was only one other place he could find that!<br/><br/>The Cow.  His ears perked up at her sudden bovine calling.  He'd heard that noise before, but usually only from the stables.  The Man didn't much like him getting in there and irritating all the other animals, but he'd been tempted quite a few times by the lovely, milky aroma.  That's not what he smelled right now though.  The Cow's legs were spread so invitingly wide, and a new scent was almost literally pouring out of her.  It made him feel strange in a very new way.<br/><br/>Musco padded his way over to Molly and tried to stick his head under her.  The Cow's breasts were pushed too heavily against the ground for him to get at them and their delicious milk.  Then he thought he remembered something else that he had seen before, when Molly was just too anxious to be milked right away.  There was something the Man did to her to get her going again.  He would just have to try that!<br/><br/>Musco positioned himself behind Molly's upturned rump and laid his chest against her upper back, his arms struggling to wrap around her midsection for support.  He wasn't nearly big enough to do what the Man had done, but he'd do just about anything for that milk!  He pressed his hips against Molly again and again at random, his stiff young cock missing and missing and<em>hitting!</em>Musco forced himself in so suddenly that it made him rumble into a full out on purr that shook him right to his core.  It felt magnificent!  Why had he never done this before?<br/><br/>But he knew he wasn't done just yet.  The catboy began bucking his hips against her legs with the sort of feverish awkwardness that only a virgin animal could provide.  He'd never felt so hot in his life, and he found himself going at a pace that was as desperate as it was fast.  If the barbs were hurting Molly he didn't care in the slightest; all that mattered was pounding himself into those slick folds for as long as that glorious feeling continued.