nikki

Synopsis: Bull!Caleb runs the roost of the Farspace Farm, a farm YOU have been sold to. But can this big ole’ bull win your heart over?

Warnings: Smut, Switches POV a bit, Caleb has an accent, Breeding, Knotting, Omegaverse, Hybrid!AU, Dubcon, Mounting, sort of Monster Fudging(?), Reader described as “tiny” but in reference to Caleb, who I s literally HUGE in this story.

CHAPTER 2 IS HERE!

The shaking of the transport truck makes the cage rattle. Everything sounds so loud. Not even an hour ago you were grazing the fields of your farm, not a care in the world.

But then breakfast came. You remember happily chomping on your feed and then when you woke up, you’d been shoved in a metal cage.

The truck came to a sudden stop, jerking the cage forward. The back of the truck slid up and sunlight came pouring in. The sound of heavy boots entered, and a young man kneeled down beside of your cage.

He had soft brown hair and a ball cap thrown on. “Hey pretty girl, this is your new home. I’m Gideon.”

But you were silent, eyes narrowed. You didn’t trust easy. “W-where’s Josephine?” Your voice shivers. The man named ‘Gideon’ sighs, peeling off his hat to wipe at his forehead.

“Well Kid, she sold ya. Welcome to the Farspace Farm.” Your blood run colds. You press yourself to the far end of the cage, your eyes wide as saucers.

Sold you? No, no she would NEVER!

“Lies!” You snap, ears flattened to your head. The pretty pink bows Josephine has tied to your cow ears, ruffled with your anger. Gideon sighed before standing, patting his hand on the top of your cage.

“Let’s get her to the stall. The quicker we can make her comfortable, the quicker we can introduce her to Caleb.”

Caleb? Who the Hell was Caleb?

You didn’t get much time to focus on that before you were being wheeled out of the truck. The sunlight beemed through the tiny bars as you were rolled through the barn. You saw glimpses of other Hybrids, a goat Hybrid with a bell that peered through a stable, a Horse Hybrid, tall and lanky that peered over the side of their stall to get a whiff.

You tucked yourself into the corner of the cage, frightened and alone.

The farmhands rolled you into a stable, one with fresh, clean hay. But the smell. The smell was off.

A male.

Gideon opened the door to the cage, kneeling down to hold out a hand to you in invitation. “C’mon girl, he won’t bite.”

Who the Hell was HE?

You were shivering, tail tucked so tight between your legs even God himself wouldn’t be able to pry it out from under you. Gideon sighed, knowing the various treats he had in his pocket probably wouldn’t get you to come out either.

He looked up over the edge of the crate. “Caleb? Help me out Bud?”

Caleb, the Bull Hybrid, huffed from somewhere you couldn’t see, but your felt him. He brushed against your crate, all muscle and dominance. He moved to Gideon’s side, earning him a pat on the shoulders as he tried to make himself smaller when he kneeled.

But he was massive. Messy brown hair, the most stunning violet eyes and charming smile you’ve ever seen.

The strong, curved horns on his head looked like they could gut you open in a second. The red flannel and jeans he wore left little to the imagination of just how much power he was holding. The silver glint of the bull ring in his nose was pristine, showing just how much trust the farmhands had in their prized bull.

Caleb held out a hand, head cocked with a goofy smile. “Hey there, sweetheart," he said in a gentle tone, trying to soothe the newcomer. "You're safe here, I promise. Come on out, let's take a look at ya."

He offered his hand, reaching through the opening of the crate.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Your muscles and demeanor relaxed at the mere sight of him. Growing up, Farmer Josephine kept you far from the Bull Hybrids. Out of safety or from them taking advantage of such a pretty Heifer, you weren’t sure.

Your fingers shook uncontrollably as you took his hand. You took a few wobbly steps out of the cage until your boots hit the hay.

Caleb then rose to his full height and your tail immediately tucked back between your thighs. God, he was massive. But he gave you a boyish smile, one that disarmed you immediately.

“There we go Pipsqueak. I bet it feels nice to stretch your legs a bit.” His hand lingered on yours for a beat, before you pulled it back, fingers clenching and unclenching. Your wide eyes took in the stall.

It was spacious, with cots in the corner and separated feeding troughs. Your eyes darted between the two men, wary and distrusting.

Gideon slapped Caleb on the back with a grin. “You are in good hands here! Caleb runs the show around here when it comes to the Hybrids.”

Caleb chuckled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his sunburned neck. “Yeah, something like that.”

You folded your hands in front of you, rubbing your arm at a poor attempt at self-comfort. “B-but I wanna go home. I miss Josephine…”

Caleb and Gideon shared a quick glance before Caleb approached. He placed a massive palm on your shoulder which you tensed at but didn’t say much else.

“I know Sweetheart. It’s a big change. But I promise you,” his fingers gently lifted your head until you made eye contact. “I’ll take care of ya.”

You could feel your body heating up, a flush running across your cheeks and body and you quickly looked away. “Why are we sharing a stall…?” You said naively, not knowing exactly what was expected of you here

Caleb was taken aback by the question, but he quickly regained his composure. He could see the innocence in the heifer's eyes, and a part of him felt a pang of guilt for the situation you were unknowingly in.

"Well," he began, his voice gentle yet matter-of-fact. "You see, this is a farm that specializes in producing..." He trailed off, not sure how to put it delicately.

“Well...let's just say, we're here to make baby hybrids."

You cocked an eyebrow, tail flicking behind you as you looked between Gideon and Caleb. “Baby Hybrids…? Like babysitting?”

It wasn’t uncommon for you to care for the young Hybrids that came and went from the farm. You liked babies well enough.

Caleb couldn't hide the amused smirk that twitched at the corners of his lips. “Not quite, sweetheart," he said, trying to stifle a chuckle. "We're here to make the real kind of babies. You know, the kind that come from a papa and a mama?"

He could see Gideon trying to hold back a laugh, his eyes brimming with amusement.

You blinked once, then twice. A cold dread washed over you. You didn’t exactly grasp what was expected of you, but even the words made a weird feeling gurgle in your belly. You backed up into the crate, a low warning whine in the back of your throat. “No…no I wanna go home…”

"Whoa, whoa—hey," Caleb said gently, holding his hands up in a non-threatening gesture. "Nobody’s making you do anything you don’t want to, alright?" He shot Gideon a quick look that very clearly said back off.

Gideon cleared his throat awkwardly before nodding. "Yeah, uh... no rush here."

Caleb turned his full attention back to the scared little heifer crouched in the crate. His voice dropped into something softer, almost protective. "You just got here today, yeah? Let's get you settled first—food, rest, whatever makes ya comfortable." He tilted his head toward one side of the stall where fresh straw had been piled for bedding (far from where he usually slept). "That spot's all yours as long as ya need it."

A few days passed and you kept to yourself. Caleb kept his distance, busying himself with his task around the farm.

~~

Caleb tossed another bale of hay into the feed trough, wiping sweat from his brow. His gaze flicked—again—to the far corner of their shared stall where she always tucked herself away, nibbling quietly at her meals with those wide eyes that tracked every move he made like he might lunge at any second. Normally? He'd have already closed that distance by now. Bull hybrids weren’t exactly known for patience when they wanted something (or someone). But watching how skittish she still was had him clamping down on instinct hard enough to leave teeth marks in his restraint.

So instead? He did chores extra loudly, made sure Gideon brought her favorite apples (learned after eavesdropping), and "accidentally" left fresh wildflowers near her bedding every morning. Small things to say ‘you’re safe here’ without crowding her space more than necessary yet…

But damn if it wasn't driving him slowly insane having someone so close yet untouchable day after day like this too.

She peeked her little head out of the edge of the stall. The pink ribbons Josephine always tied to her little cow ears were starting to slip as she curiously watched Caleb work.

Caleb paused mid-task when he caught movement in his peripheral vision. There she was, those loose pink ribbons fluttering just slightly as she peeked at him with timid curiosity. His chest did something stupidly warm at the sight, and he had to school his expression into something neutral before turning fully toward her.

"Hey," he said casually, like they were just two hybrids chatting over fence posts instead of dancing around this awkward tension between them. He nodded toward the wilting flowers near her bedding from previous days. "You, uh... you like those? Gideon’s got a whole patch growing behind the barn if ya want fresher ones."

A heartbeat passed before he added gruffly, almost shyly for such a burly bull hybrid. "Could... tie your ribbons back up too while we're at it."

The end of a ribbon flicked into her eye and she huffed in annoyance. “M-mmhm…”

Caleb snorted—actual amusement this time—at her little huff of annoyance when the ribbon smacked her in the eye. She was too cute for her own good, even when flustered.

"Alright, c'mere then," he rumbled, crouching down to her level and holding out his hand palm-up so she could approach on her terms. "Won't bite ya over some ribbons... unless you ask real nice." The teasing lilt in his voice was obvious (mostly joking... mostly). But his fingers stayed carefully still, waiting for permission to fix what Josephine had clearly once tended to with care. something intimate in its own way without crossing lines she wasn’t ready for yet between them either way.

Caleb waited patiently, keeping that same easy-going expression on his face to ease some of that tension lurking around her shoulders.

"C'mon, sweetheart," he coaxed. "Let me show ya that we big tough bulls can be gentle too when we want to, yeah?"

Besides, he thought to himself, it's a damn crime to let those pretty ribbons mess up that cute little face.

She stepped to the edge of the stall, lowering her little horns and ears towards the Bull Hybrid. “Don’t tie them too tight…”

Caleb chuckled softly, holding back on the sudden, almost overwhelming urge to ruffle her hair and tease her some more. Instead, he gave a solemn nod, a playful seriousness in his expression she could see in the lines of his face as he took one of the loose ribbons in his hand.

"I promise, not too tight, pipsqueak," he reassured gently, his touch surprisingly light as he carefully began to re-tie the first ribbon behind her right ear.

His fingers worked deftly, nimble for someone so large, as he secured the satin back into place with just enough slack to keep it comfortable. The warmth of his calloused hands lingered for half a second longer than necessary when he smoothed the ribbon against the hair between her horns, throat tightening at how small she felt under his touch.

"There," he murmured, leaning back slightly to admire his handiwork before reaching for the other rebellious ribbon. "One down... now let’s get this troublemaker too before it blinds ya again—" A teasing smirk as he flicked the offending loose end lightly with one finger.

He was being good. Not mentioning how fucking adorable she looked like this. Not dragging this out just to keep her close a little longer beneath his palms where she belonged. Patience.

When Caleb finished tying the second ribbon, she gave him a small smile. “Thank you…” her eyes flicked over to the bushel of wildflowers, ears flicking. “I like purple. It’s my favorite color.” She whispered, eyes darting to Caleb’s wide purple eyes for a split second before the blush took over.

Caleb’s breath caught for half a second. There it was, that first real crack in her walls, and damn if it didn’t hit him right in the chest.

He recovered fast with a slow grin, leaning back on his haunches to give her space now that the ribbons were fixed. "Purple, huh?" he mused aloud, tapping one finger against his temple playfully. "Convenient. Saves me guessin' what color to pluck for ya tomorrow." His tail flicked behind him, a telltale sign of barely contained satisfaction. Before he added slyly-

"Though... might have to start stealin' all the purples before Gideon notices. Man loves those flowers more'n his own boots." He licks his lips as he watched her blush deepen before standing with an exaggerated stretch showcasing just how much bigger he was than her. “But hey—worth it if it keeps your ears lookin' this pretty."

Subtlety? Never heard of her. But hell if Caleb cared when teasing earned him another one of those shy little smiles.

She giggled, a soft and light sound that had his heart doing backflips.

Ugh. His chest was doing that thing again—that stupid, stupid squeeze that only this little heifer seemed to cause, just by giggling like a pretty little songbird in his presence.

Caleb clenched his jaw and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans, desperately trying to look like a normal, unaffected bull hybrid instead of some lovestruck fool drooling over a heifer a head shorter than him.

Patience, he reminded himself again. Just a little longer...

Just then, some of the other Cow Hybrids came strutting by on their usual walk through the barn.

They eyed Caleb like a piece of meet, before turning to size up the new cow who was lucky enough to get paired with the prized Bull.

Caleb’s ears flicked sharply at the sudden presence of the other cows, his easygoing expression hardening into something more guarded as they eyed her like she was competition. His tail lashed once—a warning flick—before he shifted just enough to put himself subtly between her and them.

"Ohhh, look," one of the older cows drawled, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she tossed her mane over one shoulder. "The new girl got Caleb playing ribbon stylist now? How... domestic."

A muscle in Caleb’s jaw twitched as he cut in before she could even react: "Y'all got nothin' better to do than stand around gawkin’?" His tone wasn't quite a snarl but edged close, enough that the group immediately stiffened before scoffing and sauntering off, though not without a few lingering glances back.

Once they were out of earshot, Caleb exhaled through his nose and turned back toward his heifer with an apologetic wince. "...Ignore 'em," he muttered gruffly. "Jealousy ain't a good look on anybody. You okay?"

She gives him a small nod, but innocent eyes blinked up at him. “Most Farms only have one or two Bulls. Does that mean you’ve…ya know…made babies with them too?”

Caleb choked on air—actual spit-take levels of caught off guard-before coughing into his fist hard enough to make his shoulders shake.

When he finally recovered, cheeks still warm under his fur, he shot her a look that was way too amused for the gravity of the question. "Whoa there, pipsqueak," he huffed out between lingering coughs. "That's the first thing ya ask after seein' them stare at me like I’m dessert?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before sighing.

"Look... yeah, it can happen sometimes if management pushes for certain bloodlines." His nose wrinkled slightly at how clinical that sounded before shrugging one broad shoulder dismissively. “But ain't none of 'em mine now. Farm policy." He pauses as he studied her expression carefully before adding,because apparently today was brutal honesty hour. “And nah—never wanted to either way."

His tail flicked once behind him as purple eyes held hers pointedly . ‘You’re different’ that gaze screamed without words but all he actually said aloud was-

"...Any more dangerous questions or we done scarin' Gideon off from ever checkin' in on us again?"

Her ears twitch but she ignores the tight feeling of jealousy in her chest. “Oh…so no little Caleb’s running around anywhere?”

Caleb’s smirk was instant, sharp enough to cut glass as he leaned down just slightly, voice dropping rougher.

"Nope," he confirmed with deliberate slowness. "No little Calebs anywhere.. yet." The last word lingered in the air between them like a challenge before he straightened back up and added casually:

"But hey, maybe ask me again in nine months if you're that curious, pipsqueak." A wink, because apparently subtlety had fully left the building now. Then, as an afterthought while turning to grab his discarded work gloves off the fence post nearby-

"...Y'know. Hypothetically."

She gives a small scoff, trying to ignore the burning in her face. “Get back to work, Cowboy.” She reaches out, flicking the bull ring in his nose.

His head snapped up so fast his horns nearly clipped the barn ceiling, eyes widening with surprise and... maybe something like delight at the playful flick of metal against his nose.

"Oh now you wanna sass me, huh?" His words were gruff but the amusement lacing them was undeniable, especially once his brain processed what she’d said through the surprise. "Cowboy? Pipsqueak, you've been hangin' around Gideon too long if you're pullin’ out nicknames like that."

Caleb couldn’t resist. He lunged forward suddenly. Just fast enough to make her yelpc but instead of retaliating, he just booped the tip of her nose right back with one big, calloused finger before retreating again with a smug grin.

"Now we're even," he declared, tossing his gloves back on and sauntering toward the barn door like nothing had happened... only to pause at the threshold and glance over his shoulder, eyes glinting mischievously in the sunlight streaming through.

"And don’t think I forgot about that nine-month question."

Then—gone before she could throw anything at him, probably for the best.

~~

She had never went through a Heat. Josephine kept her on suppressants through her Feed. So when the cow hybrid awake one morning with her body feeling like it was on fire, fear rushed through her.

Her entire body was burning.

The sudden wave of heat had her bolting upright in the bedding, panting as sweat dampened her fur and made the nightclothes cling uncomfortably to her skin. Every breath felt too heavy, too hot. Her pulse hammering wildly under the unfamiliar ache settling deep in her core.

No no no— she clutched at the straw beneath her, panic rising as realization hit like a bucket of ice water: Heat.

Josephine had always kept her regulated before—dosed just enough suppressants into her feed that this never happened.

But here? Now? With Caleb's scent lingering all over the stall from where he'd slept nearby these past nights? It was unbearable how much it made something primal inside her coil tight with need instead of fear.

A whimper escaped before she could stop it as another wave rolled through. And then came worse: The unmistakable sound of heavy boots pausing outside the stall door... followed by a low inhale that sent every muscle in Caleb’s massive frame locking up instantly once he scented what was happening inside.

"Oh." His voice came out strangled—halfway between a curse and prayer as his shadow loomed against the wooden slats separating you two right now. "...Fuck."

Caleb’s grip on the stall door nearly splintered the wood. Every instinct in him howled to push inside, to answer that desperate whine with his teeth and hands and more. But he forced himself to stay rooted where he stood, knuckles white from restraint.

"Easy, sweetheart," he ground out, voice rougher than gravel as he deliberately turned his back against the stall even if every muscle in him protested. “I ain't lookin'. Ain't touchin' either unless you say so." A shaky exhale before adding tightly: "...But I can’t just leave ya like this."

He could hear her struggling behind him. Those frantic little noises and helpless moos carving directly into his self-control like a hot knife through butter. His tail lashed once before stilling again with effort when another rush of her scent hit him full force

"Gonna call Gideon," Caleb managed after a beat, already reaching for his comm device despite how badly every cell in him rebelled at inviting someone else near her right now. His jaw clenched hard enough to ache: "...Suppressants or somethin’. Whatever you need."

Even if what he needed right now was currently curled up trembling on bedding that reeked of both their mingled scents.

Gideon came quickly, but he wasn’t showing an ounce of worry. In fact he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

Gideon strolled up, arms crossed over his chest as he took in the scene. Caleb stiff as a board outside the stall, back turned like some kind of martyr, and oh, that delicious scent wafting from inside. His grin widened.

"Well, well," he drawled, clapping Caleb on the shoulder hard enough to make him flinch. “Looks like our little heifer’s all grown up."

Caleb’s answering snarl was instantaneous, a deep rumble that vibrated through the barn as he shoved Gideon back a step with one broad shoulder. “Not another damn word outta you unless it's about fixing this."

Gideon just raised his hands in mock surrender before tossing Caleb an unimpressed look, the kind that said really? ”You want suppressants? Now?" He jerked a thumb toward her stall where her soft whines had turned pleading between muffled moos against her blanket nest... then shrugged like it wasn't obvious what solution nature already provided here, especially with them already paired by management for breeding purposes anyway

When neither of them spoke mostly because Caleb looked seconds away from breaking someone's nose, Gideon sighed dramatically before fishing something small from his pocket: A single syringe filled with clear liquid labeled emergency use only. He tossed it carelessly at Caleb who caught it mid-air without thinking... only to freeze once realization hit exactly WHAT "emergency use" meant in these cases (namely: Buying time until bull and cow could be properly locked together without risk of interruption).

Gideon smirked knowingly at him before turning away entirely now (coward but not without throwing over his shoulder. “One dose buys ya twelve hours max so uh… plan accordingly, Romeo."

Caleb stared down at the syringe in his hand like it was a live grenade, every muscle in his body taut with conflict. Twelve hours. That’s all he had to either get her help or...

Another whimper from inside the stall shredded what little remained of his self-control. "Gideon—" His voice was pure gravel, a warning and plea all at once as he glared after the retreating farmhand who absolutely knew what kind of hell this choice was putting him through right now (the bastard).

But Gideon just waved over his shoulder without turning around. "Nope! Not gettin' involved past this point! You two figure it out!" And then he was gone, leaving Caleb standing there alone with nothing but the scent of heat-soaked sweetness clinging to every damn breath he took and an impossible decision burning holes through his skull.

1) Give her suppressants (delay what they both clearly wanted, even if she didn't fully understand yet)

2) Walk away entirely (like hell)

3) Open that godforsaken door and finally answer every moan she’d been making since sunrise with teeth & tongue & everything else begging between them since day one...

His grip tightened on syringe briefly before shoving it deep into pocket unused (decision made). Then he slowly turned toward stall door again while rolling shoulders loose despite how badly they trembled under anticipation. The feeling was already coiling low in their guts like wildfire about to ignite any second now if they weren’t careful. But careful wasn't part plan anymore either way apparently because next the words out of Caleb’s mouth came like rough velvet instead of the growl intended originally.

"...Still want me stay out there sweetheart?" The question was honest, raw in a way he never usually allowed himself be around anyone before, much less some scared little heifer currently turning world upside without even trying– "...Or ya gonna let me take care of ya proper?"

The low whine that escaped her was more animalistic than anything as she managed to push herself up, night gown nearly unbuttoned all the way now. “Need you…”

That was all it took.

The moment those words left her lips, something in Caleb snapped, like a frayed rope finally giving way under too much pressure. He was moving before he could think better of it, the stall door slamming open hard enough to rattle hinges as he crossed the distance between them in three strides.

One hand caught her jaw almost roughly , not that she seemed to mind with how eagerly she leaned into his touch while the other dragged the blanket aside so nothing separated them anymore now except the thin fabric already damp from slick. His fingertips skated up her trembling thigh without hesitation either because–fuck patience, fuck waiting when she smelled like this looked like this, begging for him after weeks dancing around each other’s space, pretending they weren't both dying inch closer every damn day–

"Say it again," Caleb growled against her mouth, a claiming bruising kiss even if it wasn't question but demand, fueled by months of restraint unraveling at the seams all at once now. "Wanna hear ya say exactly what ya need from me sweetheart since you’re bein’ so honest today..."

She hiccuped at the feeling of his mouth on her. Her pretty little mind still couldn’t comprehend what she was asking for, but her body knew. “J-just make it go away…”

Caleb’s breath hitched—fuck, she didn’t even know, did she? That only made it worse (or better, depending on how you looked at it). His grip on her thigh tightened just enough to feel the give of soft flesh under his fingers before forcing himself to ease up.

"Shhh, I got you," he murmured against her skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the feverish heat of her neck as his other hand worked carefully between them, palming where she was already dripping without shame. "Gonna make it all better... just like that." A slow circle of his thumb over that perfect little bundle of nerves had her back arching off the bedding with a shattered moo.

She was soaked everywhere. All the way from her entrance to the cleft of her ass. It stained the hay and blankets underneath her with a delicious scent.

He pushed down his jeans just enough to free his cock. It slapped against her lower belly and she winced at the pure size of it.

When she tried to look down, Caleb immediately grabbed her jaw.

Caleb’s grip on her jaw was firm but not painful, just enough to keep those wide, curious eyes locked onto his instead of the intimidating reality of what was about to happen. His thumb stroked her cheek once in reassurance before he leaned down, voice dropping into something low and honey-thick with promise-

"Eyes on me, pipsqueak," he murmured. "Not gonna hurt ya... but I need you here with me for this."

His free hand smoothed down her trembling flank before gripping his own length and guiding it where she was already soaked and clenching around nothing

Fuck, that slick heat alone had him seeing stars.

Slowly—so damn slowly it bordered on torture for them both—he pressed forward until just the tip caught against her entrance. His breath came ragged against her lips now "...Still wanna say stop? Now's the time."

But she didn't. Instead, her hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer with a quiet little whine that went straight to his head like the finest whiskey and obliterated any chance of restraint he still had left.

“Fuuuck..." Caleb’s voice came out hoarse and rough, all pretense of control slipping away as she tried to rock her hips up in silent plea beneath him instead: "That's it, sweetheart. Look atcha. So damn beautiful. So damn...” He bit back the words that nearly slipped from unthinking lips, knowing full well there was no going back once they were said out loud.

But that didn't matter as long as she just kept holding his gaze... those gorgeous eyes pleading for him like this.

Instead of finishing the thought, he simply took a slow breath, trying to steady himself for her sake, before finally giving in to what they both wanted. "Breathe for me," he murmured, his teeth grazing against her shoulder once before adding gently- “And hold onto me."

You were so full, full to the brim. The blood of your innocence stained the hay beneath you and dribbled down his length. But he was only halfway in. “S’too biggg!”

Caleb groaned at the sight of her ruined so thoroughly beneath him already. He couldn't help the way his eyes darkened with something possessive when he saw her pretty little nest covered in her blood. "Too much," he agreed in a low growl, fingers twitching against her hip. "Too much like this..."

He leaned down, nuzzling his nose against her cheek before asking in a ragged whisper, “Wanna try something else, sweetheart?" He knew the answer. He was just letting her give it. Like a good girl "Think you can do that for me?"

Her soft little nod was all he needed. "My good girl." He pressed a kiss against one flushed, feverish cheek before murmuring against her mouth: "Roll over for me."

His hand moved to her hip, gently coaxing the trembling heifer to turn over for him. He made quick work of lifting her trembling thighs and positioning her on her hands and knees just so, every movement rough but calculated. Once she was positioned just how he wanted, presented in the most basic, primal sense.

He took a moment to admire the view before him, unable to keep a low laugh from rumbling through his chest when she tried to glance back at him instead of keeping her eyes fixed forward as instructed, "Nah, nah. Keep those eyes looking ahead, pipsqueak. This isn't a show.”

Caleb’s fingers dug into her hips as he positioned her just right, the deep grip of him from this angle already dragging a ragged groan from his throat before he even moved.

He watched the way her tight little hole wrapped around him, stretched obscenely. Her body trembled, sweat forming in the arch of her spine.

Beautiful.

"There," he growled, voice wrecked as his thumbs pressed into the dimples of her lower back. "Now you take it like you were meant to." No more hesitation. No more gentleness either when she was spread so perfect beneath him like this.

A single sharp thrust buried him to the hilt this time. Her surprised cry muffled by straw as she clenched around him impossibly tight.

Caleb's head dropped forward with a shuddering exhale. “Fuck... gonna ruin me sweetheart." His teeth grazed the nape of her neck in warning before adding roughly. “And don't even think about lookin' back at me again unless ya wanna see how fucking gone I am for ya right now..."

Because if she turned? She'd see it plain as day. How every ounce of control had left him the second she took all of him without complaint, without fear, for first damn time since they met.

Her tail flicked, and one of those stupid pink bows was tied to the end as it brushed his cheek.

Caleb couldn’t help the rough chuckle that escaped him as her tail—adorably ribboned even now—brushed his cheek like some teasing little taunt. He caught it mid-flick between two fingers, giving it a gentle tug just to hear her gasp before murmuring against the sensitive spot where fur met skin:

"Still wearin’ these damn things even when I got ya bent over like this?" His teeth grazed the base of her tail next, light enough not to hurt but heavy enough to make her shiver, "Guess that means I didn’t ruin all Josephine's hard work yet..."

Then, because he was nothing if not thorough when claiming what was his,he used his grip on that stubborn little tail to angle her hips just so, before driving into her again with a groan. “But we got time."

The new angle was devastating for her insides. The way she struggled to take each and every inch of a cock MADE for breeding. Her tail wrapped limply around his wrist as he used it as leverage to drive back into her.

Her thighs ached, her tummy ached, but she couldn’t see past the Heat and instincts spurring her on. “A-am I a Good Girl? M’ being good right?” And despite his warning, she looked over that pretty little shoulder, all teary eyed and needy.

Caleb groaned, nearly losing the battle right then and there. He brushed her hair off her shoulders, leaving smooth kisses along her skin. “Such a good fuckin’ girl. Pretty lil’ cunt was made for me.”

He emphasized the compliment with a roll of his hips. His balls pressed right against his clit, making her take each and every inch to the brim.

Her fingers clawed at the nest, hay and dirty collecting under her fingertips. “Nu uh lil’ lady. Gimmie your hands.”

Her chest pressed to the nest as he took both of her wrist in a single palm. He ripped the ribbon from her tail and used it to tie her wrist together. She only gave a weak mewl, drool dripping from the corner of her pleading mouth.

He leaned over her trembling frame, keeping her wrists bound behind her as he covered her back with his bigger body while breathing hot against her ear. “You'll be so damn spoiled by the time I'm done with you…"

The words felt thick in his throat, hoarse, like he wasn't used to speaking this way, or like it was something he'd had to hold back before she showed up. "No more waiting. No more teasing. No more pretending we don't feel what we do when we're around each other."

Because she felt it too. She had to feel it.

His balls were drawn tight to his body, it had been so fucking long since he last relieved himself. Always by one of the farmhands with cold gloves for sampling. Hardly ever an actual hole.

The thought of those gloved hands, so impersonal, clinical, compared to the scorching heat wrapped around him now had Caleb seeing red. His hips stuttered for the first time, a ragged groan tearing from his throat as he pressed his forehead between her shoulder blades.

“Fuck," he gritted out, voice wrecked beyond recognition. "This-this is what I waited for." Not some sterile fucking procedure but her, all soft whimpers and trembling thighs taking him deeper than he’d ever been allowed before. Deeper than anyone else would ever get.

His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise as he pulled her back onto him with a snarl. “Ain't ever letting anyone touch me again after this." Not when she fit around him like she was made for it. Like she was made for him. “You hear me? Only you.”

And then no more words, just the brutal snap of his hips chasing that sweet, tight heat until neither of them could remember a time before they were tangled together like this.

She was so desperate for the build-up in her tummy to ease. Every fiber of her being was like striking a hot iron. Her milky walls created a circle of frothy foam at the base of his cock. This is what she had been missing out on. Being full of her Mate, full of the Hybrid who would feed her, care for her, breed her whenever she asked.

Caleb mounted like a true beast, thighs drawn up with corded muscles, hands gripping those tiny horns on her head as he chased completion.

The moment he felt her legs tremble in his hands, it was like the last frayed thread holding him back snapped. Caleb's hands dug into the smooth, velvety softness of her thighs with a groan. Those gorgeous horns the perfect leverage to hold her in place while he used and filled her like he needed. Like the entire world had never mattered more than this one perfect place.

She was so damn small compared to him, so fragile.

How did she have this power over him? How—after just a few short weeks—did she turn him into a man he barely recognized with a few innocent questions and pretty damn eyes?

"Mine," he repeated, fingers curling against her horns as he snapped his hips against hers again. "Only mine."

His to fill. His to own. His to protect.

His tail flicked as he leaned down, his chest pressed against her back to growl against her ear: "Never gonna want to stop, sweetheart. Not even after I fill you so full you can't take anymore. That what you want?"

When his thumb flicked her pulsating clit, she was a goner. Back bowed, drool leaking from her mouth and tits pressed into the nest, she gushed around his cock like a fountain.

"God damn," Caleb choked, eyes clenched shut as his lips grazed her ear. "Sweet thing, that's gonna get you in trouble if you keep doing that."

His hips stuttered again, and he had a feeling not all of it was from how much he was fighting to stay in control. That was just unfair. She'd done nothing more than be his perfect little tease and yet she was somehow winning, one trembling orgasm at a time.

"You feel me? Every drop you're milking out of me?" He'd always been stubborn by nature. There was just something fun about putting that same stubborn streak to use right now. "I’m gonna give you just what you asked for, pipsqueak, but there's more where it came from if you keep being soooo good to me." His fingers found her ear, rubbing one tender, silky horn in an almost soothing way like he was rewarding her.

"Let's make an even bigger mess of this nest before filling you up." His lips curved in a rough kind of grin. "...Then we can talk about how cute your little ass looks with my handprints all over it. How's that sound?"

A shuddering breath against her shoulder. "Tell me you like it. Or I'm gonna keep you like this. Tied to a ribbon like a pretty little piece of livestock for me to breed whenever I damn well please." He didn't bother slowing when he added like a soft promise: "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take realllll good care of ya.”

She whined, a broken noise when her body tensed up like a bow.

His hips stuttered, and all that bravado fled him. His cock pulsated inside of her tight walls and she gave a mewl.

As promised he filled her up. His massive cock twitched and his knot popped in place.

But the Heat seemed to flee her mind. She panicked, bucking up with a huff under the massive Bull, every instinct screaming at her to Run. A common occurrence in freshly knotted females.

Instincts. It was just heat-driven instincts. Not fear.

That's what he tried to remind himself when she suddenly bucked beneath him like she was scared instead of just getting what they both needed. Not that he could blame her for it, but it still hurt like a kick in the teeth to have his sweet, perfect girl suddenly panicking when he only wanted to give her more.

His hand smoothed from her lower belly to stroke along her side in the first gesture that could be considered soothing. "Whoa there, pipsqueak." He'd been a damn fool to forget.

"Shhh."

Caleb's voice was a low rumble, rough but impossibly gentle as his hands, still trembling with the aftershocks of his own release. He shifted to cradle her closer instead of pinning her down. His knot kept them locked together whether she liked it or not right now, but he could at least make sure she felt safe while they waited it out.

One palm smoothed up her spine while the other cupped the back of her head, fingers threading through sweat-damp hair as he pressed a kiss to the crown between those pretty little horns. "I got you," he murmured against her skin like a vow. "Ain't goin' nowhere... just breathe for me, sweetheart."

He shifted just enough to roll them onto their sides in the tangled mess of hay and scattered ribbons, his fault, tucking her back snug against his chest so she could feel every steady beat of his heart against her shoulders if she listened close enough:

1) Slow

2) Steady

3) Hers.

The way hers was his. Knot or no knot—heat or no heat—that wasn’t changing anytime soon.

She let out a low growl. He’d never heard her make that sound before. She threw her head back, horns knocking into his own.

Her instincts were screaming at her, to fight, to kick, to flee the knot ensuring his seed made it to her womb. “Off. OFF!”

"Easy—!"

Caleb barely managed to turn his head in time to avoid a full-on collision of horns, the dull clack still ringing through his skull as he tightened his grip around her waist. His own instincts flared, bull meeting cow, dominant meeting flighty prey. But he swallowed it down hard. This wasn’t about dominance now. She was scared. Overwhelmed. And his, whether she realized it yet or not.

“Listen to me," he growled, low and firm against the curve of her ear as he pinned her tighter against him not punishing, just unyielding. “Kick all you want, sweetheart—ain't goin' nowhere till this knot goes down." His teeth grazed the nape of her neck in warning before adding, “And neither are you."

She tensed like she might actually try bucking him off again. Until his palm slid down to press flat over the frantic flutter of her lower belly with a possessiveness that brooked no argument. She could physically feel his length still throbbing inside of her through the layers of flesh on her belly.

Mine.

My claim.

My mark.

He exhaled sharply through his nose before forcing himself to soften, just a fraction when another panicked huff left her lips. "...Breathe, Pips." Rough fingers brushed along her ribs like an afterthought, gentle now when minutes ago they'd been anything but. “Just breathe... I gotcha."

Caleb felt the moment her muscles tensed like coiled springs beneath him, her body trembling with the urge to bolt despite being locked together so intimately. He saw the whites of her eyes, heard that unfamiliar growl rumbling in her chest.

Instincts. Raw, untamed. Like a wild thing caught in a snare.

For a heartbeat, he hesitated, bull wrestling with man, before exhaling sharply through his nose and pressing his forehead between her shoulders where sweat-slick hair parted for skin. “Shhh," he murmured again, voice gravel-rough but laced with something close to tenderness now as his hands slid up to frame either side of her throat, not squeezing, just holding. “Feel that?" His thumbs stroked the frantic pulse there once before dipping lower to where his knot stretched her impossibly full. "Already takin'."

A low noise escaped him when she squirmed again—half groan, half growl—as he leaned down to nip at one velvety ear. “Gonna keep bitin' every time ya try runnin’, sweetheart." Another sharp tug of teeth against sensitive hide punctuated the threat before adding almost amusedly- “…An’ we both know you’re too damn tired for round two yet."

The moment his knot deflated, she scurried on shaky legs, crawling from the nest. A mix of seed and blood trickled down her thighs. She could barely move, only making pathetic noises of pain, discomfort and the lingering effects of heat.

Caleb let her go. let her crawl but only because he was already moving with her, one arm hooking under her trembling belly before she could get far. “Oh no you don’t," he rumbled, hauling her back against his chest with a grunt as his free hand swept the mess from between her thighs with a rough swipe of fabric torn from his own sleeve.

She whined at the touch, legs kicking weakly stubborn even now, but he just pressed a kiss to the damp crown between those horns while murmuring. “Hush... I know." His palm smoothed over the ache in her lower stomach next. "Shoulda warned ya how bad it stings after..."

A beat passed where neither moved beyond shared breaths and Caleb exhaling sharply through his nose before finally scooping all five-foot-nothing of quivering cow girl into his arms that still shook from chasing high after high inside of her tight heat.

"...C'mere." He left no room for argument as her carried her towards the water trough outside the stall without another word

She barely managed an indignant moo before being deposited unceremoniously into cool water that had been drawn fresh just hours prior by some poor unsuspecting farmhand. Who would regret ever leaving buckets unattended.

But those were problems for future Caleb. The current version was too busy fishing out floating pink ribbons like trophies while muttering about ‘goddamn menace livestock’ under breath despite clear fondness threading every syllable.

Her ears flattened to her head as she flapped around, water splashing from her weak kicks. “C-cold!”

Caleb should’ve been annoyed.

He wanted to be annoyed—really, he did—but the way she flailed in the water like a disgruntled kitten had his chest doing something weird.

"Stop squirming," he grunted, catching one slippery thigh before she could kick him square in the ribs. “You smell like sex and hay. You're gettin' clean whether you like it or not."

But even as he said it, his hands gentled on her skin, scooping handfuls of water over her back to rinse away sweat and worse while muttering: "...Ain't my fault you're too damn feisty." Her eyes narrowed at the Bull. "Don't you dare bite me."

His thumb brushed over a fresh bruise on her hip. One of many left by greedy hands that hadn’t known when to stop taking, before sighing and reaching for soap with resigned tenderness: "...Gonna take care of ya now. So quit whining."