egg in u (:



It was another gorgeous morning, sun taking its time to rise in the sky as you woke up at the crack of dawn. It was a necessity really, if you wanted to get the hybrids up and at it before they had to go to work in the fields, then you needed to get up early.

Birds chirped as you made your way from the main house, down the beaten path you always used on your way to the barns. Your Pa trusted you with one of the bull hybrids to prove you were capable of taking responsibility on the farm. All the rest of the bulls had farm hands to take care of them, but one special bull, Baxter, was yours and your only. And let it be known, he was the happiest of them all.

It was all because you treated him like he was more than animal, which he was, he was part bull, part human. Genetically engineered to do better and more intense farm work, but people often didn’t see them as more than regular bulls. But not you, you took your time and earned Baxters trust, the big, 7 foot tall bull with lengthy curled horns and rippling muscles all along his body. Something you tried to ignore, but it wasn’t easy on when one of your main jobs to take care of him, was milking him.

It was necessary, Pa didn’t let them have mates, you guys couldn’t afford to take care of the calves. So in order to keep up morale, your Pa purchased a milking machine, something all the bulls didn’t love. It was cold and steely even with the cushions, something they didn’t look forward to.

But as you made your way deeper in the barn, you saw the milking machine broken in-front of Baxters stall, a little note explaining that it broke on the last stall, no other explanation, just a old milk bucket next to it. You flushed pink, knowing Baxter still needed to be milked, but the idea of you having to do it the “old fashioned way” made you blush hard.

You picked up the bucket, swallowing softly and making your way into the stall, seeing your big boy curled up on the ground, still so mentally hazy with sleep. He was used to your guys routine, and he wanted no part in it. You spoke gently, little sing songy tone as you leaned down to pet his head gently

“Honeyyyy~ you gotta wake up… you know what time it is”

Cooing down to the large animal, easily much bigger than you. He huffed and buried his nose down to the hay under him a little more, even if he was happier you were here. You were his favourite person

“Don’t want to. Come sleep”

Deep grumbly voice thick with sleep. He always said that, Baxter was a sleepy fella and all he wanted was for his favourite human to join him, to cuddle up to him and sleep away the day. But you both knew there were more responsibilities to be done

“Cmon Baxter~ we don’t have time today. Unfortunately the machine broke on the last stall. We gotta do it the old fashioned way”

That got his attention. Big head lifting up and looking up at you with an excitement behind his deep brown eyes. You could tell his tail was swishing a little behind him before he got up, looking down at you from his full height, tilting his head like a puppy. He looked down and noticed the bucket and the blush on your face as you averted your eyes, making him grin a little bit, the bull ring on his nose rising with his smile

“Okay”

Was all he said, leaning back against the stall walls. His hoofed feet and softly furry legs shifting a little bit. Then there was what was between his legs, about the size of your arm and twitching as it woke up about as fast as he had.

You swallowed and blushed harder, moving to sit on the little stool in the stall, bringing you to his hip height. You cleared your throat softly before setting the bucket down between his legs, hoping this wouldn’t be too long. But Baxter planned on enjoying this, he was sick of that cold machine, he craved to feel your soft warm hands on him, he wanted it more than anything.

You didn’t say a word, bringing both your hands up to gently wrap around his long cock, using your hands to softly pump at first, just like the machine would. He instantly melted, little groans slipping his lips as his eyes fluttered. There was something about watching him get like this that made a certain heat in your abdomen flare, trying to shake the feeling as this was your job.

At this angle, it was making your arms ache, so you decided to shift so you were directly in-front of him, but keeping your eyes averted, it would be impolite to stare after all. But he noticed, Baxter noticed how shy you were and he decided to have a little fun with it. He groaned deeply and said a little breathlessly

“Look at me”

The pink blush on your cheeks turned crimson as you swallowed softly and lifted your head up, looking up at him and meeting his gaze. All while your hands slowly pumped him, moving all the way down before sliding back up, making a tingle run down your spine when his eyes fluttered.

There was something about have the poor farmers kid, over twenty obviously but still, between his legs and hands on his cock, sweet flustered gaze meeting his. It was heaven, the warmth of your hands felt like the best thing he’d felt in years. And he was putting on a show for you, making his thighs tremble, letting the most obscene moans and groans slip his lips as you pumped a little faster, all to make you more flustered.

You could feel that heat in your abdomen flare hotter, breathing a little shallowly. But your hot breath even brushing against his cock had him twitching in your hands, whining even. And that’s when you got an idea.

You leaned forward a bit more, letting your breath graze him as you looked up at him

“What’s the matter, big boy? Everything okay?”

You hummed and watched his muscular thighs tremble, his lips parting with soft pants

“I’m fine!”

He snapped a quick reply, even though his breathing got heavier, you swore you could see his cheeks burning a little bit. You couldn’t help yourself, his cock twitching so close your lips, how could you refrain?

You leaned in closer, looking up at him and watching his eyes widen as you let your tongue graze the swollen flared tip, making his knees almost buckle. The most obscene groan spilling from him as his large hand gripped the side of the stall

“F-Fuck!”

His voice a deep whine as he tried to stay in control, but this was more than he’d had in far too long. Pumping aster as you gave little kitten licks along the flare, watching him turn to putty. You could feel his cock swelling in your hands, knowing that he’d be getting close to the edge, not able to handle much more.

But you pushed it, of course you did, you needed to tease him a little. Dragging your sweet little tongue along flare slowly while pumping your hands faster, you could feel him leaking, hell, you could taste him leaking.

He was a mess, whimpering and whining as he tried to stay in control of himself but failing, how could he? It just felt so good. Incoherent groans and little babbles leaving him as he tried to speak, even as you could tell he was reaching his peak. His thighs trembling as he gripped the walls of his stall.

Pumping as fast as you could go while slowly licking the flare was a bitter sweet contrast that was almost too much for him, as he leaked down your lips and chin. His whined and moans getting almost pathetic as he crumpled at the hands of a person less than half his size. But then you uttered that one phrase, just that one phrase, and that was all it took

“Good boy”

He let out the most lewd whine as his knees nearly buckled, and you didn’t have time to aim him down for him to fill the bucket. Instead he exploded all over you as you milked him, massive amounts of cum dripping down your face, glasses, chin, chest and even down your tongue.

You would be angry if you weren’t so surprised, and you couldn’t help that ache you felt between your legs that came with having his hot thick cum dripping from you. You looked up at him and took off your glasses with one hand, shaking your head and chiding him

“Baxter~”

Your voice gentle and loving as you teased him

“You were supposed to get it in the bucket, honey~ now we have to do it all over again”