Terri & Foxy Soundtracks

I am quite fond of this song. Unfortunately I didn't write down the details of how I made it, so my memory is not perfect on what my thoughts were when I made it. As I can recall I wanted something that gave a sense of the horror of the Three Pines Hucow farm. Machines relentlessly working you over. This sense of dread over machines that keep going whether you are ready for them or not.

To emphasize the unemotional relentlessness of he machine I used lines like "Pump. Suck. Drain." and "Clamp. Squirt. Moan." Just one word at a time. One function. No further description. Bang bang bang kind of thing.

Making a song like this with AI is usually a conversation back and forth. You provide some lines you want in to give some key feeling for the song. Other than that I explained how I wanted the song to convey how hucows got pumped in both ends relentlessly. Milk pump on its, and Sybian piston going in and out of their pussy to keep them aroused and the milk flowing. Yes, milk actually flows easier when a girl is having an orgasm.

Other than that, the song of course follows my common fetish themes around dehumanization, objectification and abuse.

For those of you who cannot make sense of the appeal, think of it like how you enjoy a war movie or crime novel. You can do that even if you don't want war or murder to happen.

Metal click
Clamp in.
Plug up.
Ride it out.

Pump go bzzz, piston go chk chk chk
Tits in a vice and my pussy gettin’ fucked.
Machine grind slow, got no shame
One end leaks cream, other got flame.

Glass jars quake when my nipple twitch
Boobs stretched out like a government bitch.
Carmichael smilin’, says I’m strong
Says I was built for this all along.

Pump. Suck. Drain.
No love, no name.
Clamp. Squirt. Moan.
Metal to the bone.

Rattle in the rack, hips grind tight
You bounce for milk or you bounce from fright.
No stop, no break, just plug and train—
Milk machine fuckin’ out the pain.

Sit on the saddle, spread that slit
Sybian piston in deep like it fit.
It don’t care if you cry or buck,
Just push that milk till the jar fills up.

Left tit pulled like a rubber band
Right one throbbin’ in the Carmichael plan.
Back arch hard when the stim kicks in—
Pressure in the nipples, brain go thin.

Pump. Suck. Drain.
Ride that shame.
Click. Moan. Shove. Squeeze.
No more girl, just milk and knees.

Leather on thighs, chrome on clit
Creamin’ while they call you titty meat.
Smile, cow. Contract paid.
Suck, squirt, clamp, obey.

Belt on the wall.
Stim in my slit.
Clamp on my tits.
No choice. Just fit.

They say it’s science.
Say I’m a freak.
But I just leak
Till I can’t even speak.

Pump.
Suck.
Drain.
Squirt.

Click.
Moan.
Plug.
Hurt.

One end tugs.
Other one pounds.
Body just meat
For milkin’ sounds.

Mm-mm…
She used to be proud.
Now look at her.
Bent over, drippin’.
That’s a cow now. Ain’t no comin’ back.

Move that ass, cow — make it clap!
Jiggle them udders, don’t hold back.
Put a smile on, girl — let us see,
You a fat tit bitch and that’s all you be.

Bent low, steel collar ‘round her neck,
No panties, no shame, no self-respect.
Tits hang down, milk splash the floor,
They say, "Shake that rump — give us more."

Arch that back — make them hips roll,
She used to talk back, now she know her role.
Too fat for jeans, too wet for lace,
Turn ‘round, cow, show us that face.

Let that milk go, flood them thighs,
You a leaking freak with them cowgirl cries.
Smile wide, swing them hips,
You was a girl once — now you just tits.

Too swollen now, no clothes fit,
Booty too fat, brain ain’t worth shit.
Naked’s better — that’s the rule,
Bent over bare like livestock in school.

No future, no dream — just udders and ass,
You a Two-Ton Bessie with no class.
Stay drippin’, girl, bent in that pose,
Steel collar tight — that’s how it goes.

Move that fat ass — keep it goin’!
Milk them titties, keep on flowin’!
Moo, cow — don’t act shy,
You ours now — ‘til the day you die.

She used to have a name.
Now she just moans.
Bend it low.
Let it drip.
Ain’t no girl left — just a cow that twitch.

He been droolin’ since senior year,
But now he payin’ to sit behind my tits.
Ain’t that some shit?

Zane in the front row, pants on tight,
Droolin’ at my nipples lit up in the light.
He call me “cow,” but still tips big,
Wanna watch my tits bounce, see my ass jig.

Talkin’ like he hate me, “dirty little spic,”
But he moans when I ride, grindin’ real thick.
Sayin’ I’m trash, but he buys every dance—
Stiff in the seat, tryna hide in his pants.

Milk money, baby, pay to touch the dream,
But don’t you dare reach for my cream.
Boobs out, bounce like sin,
You want the show? Put the dollars in.

Milk money, baby, pay for the view,
You want this ass? That’s not for you.
Hate me, want me, suck it up, cholo—
You still beg to taste my leche solo.

He say my pussy ain’t clean, but he stare too long,
Tongue twitchin’ like he singin’ a hucow song.
Yeah, these nipples? Got him hypnotized,
Tryna act tough, but his dick don’t lie.

Shakin’ these tits in his racist face,
He came back six nights—same damn place.
Titties so full, they drip on the pole,
He call me a slut, but I’m takin’ control.

You used to call me stuck-up, Zane,
Now you spend your nights under my milk rain.
Your words say “whore,” but your eyes say “please,”
Watch me squeeze these udders—drop to your knees.

Milk money, baby, lick your pride,
My tits got rhythm, my hips don’t lie.
Touch my skin, you lose your hand,
Ain’t no love here—just supply and demand.

Milk money, baby, suck it up slow,
Drippin’ wet while I own the show.
Boobs, pussy, ass on fire—
You just fuel for a brown girl’s empire.

Keep talkin’ shit, Zane.
I’ll keep countin’ your dollars.
One grind at a time.