#readerxbruno

While Bruno got Narancia situated in bed, Mista helped you in the kitchen as usual.  

“I was thinking we’d have some fresh garden salad with our stew tonight, how does that sound y/n?” Mista called out from the fridge he was rummaging through.

“Sounds good to me!”  You replied, dicing the ingredients for the stew and tossing them into the pot.  This was a daily routine between you and Mista nowadays.  While you would fix breakfast and lunch, he would usually help you make a hearty dinner for all of you.  It was not only tasty, but healthy, utilizing the freshest ingredients from your farm.  Bruno seemed to be something of a farmer himself, actually, as he cultivated a few unusual crops you’d never heard of before, but nonetheless delicious.

 For example, Mista and Bruno had introduced you to a hucow staple.  It was called mulgeo salad, made primarily of edible flowers that were a pretty lavender blue.  They made sure you had some with your dinner every night, as apparently it has many health benefits for female hucows, and therefore must be good for human women as well.  You couldn’t really complain, even if it did have a funny aftertaste, as you did notice feeling healthier after changing your diet.

“Here, I tried a new dressing this time, try some!”  Mista prodded you with a fork full of some mulgeo salad and what looked like a vinaigrette.  You sighed and opened your mouth, and Mista happily fed you his creation.

“Not Bad,” you told him, “maybe a squeeze of lemon juice?”  You suggested, mulling over the taste in your mouth.  Mista tried some of the sauce himself, and nodded, agreeing with you.  “Good thinking, that’ll help with the aftertaste.”

Meanwhile, Narancia was tossing in your guest bed, fussing with Bruno who was trying to be patient with the younger bull.

“Brunooo, I don’t want to be in bed, I want to see y/n!  You know she’s the only one who can really help me anyways!” Narancia whined, as Bruno gently but firmly pushed him back onto the bed.

“What I know is that you need to preserve your strength, and let y/n get ready for tonight.  You want your first time to be special, don’t you?”  Bruno countered, handing Narancia a glass of water and some medication.

It’s true, Narancia was feverish, and he wasn’t feeling his best, there was a perfectly good reason, and it had nothing to do with being sick.  But Bruno had told Narancia that humans don’t go through what hucows go through, at least not as intensely.  So Bruno had asked Narancia to be patient with y/n, and to help her into the herd.  Narancia didn’t understand it all, but he trusted Bruno, and he loves y/n, so he takes his medicine and tries to be patient.

But he can’t wait forever.

~~~~~~~

Dinner was good but uneventful, you carried a tray of food up to Narancia who ate it like a man starved and thanked you.  After dinner, you helped the boys get situated into your guest bedroom, Bruno taking a chair and the rest sleeping on the floor, with all the pillows and blankets you could find.  The bulls each thanked you, and conked out surprisingly easily.  Well, you guess old blankets and pillows were still more comfortable than grassy fields and dirt.

You wished them all a goodnight, and made your way to your bedroom.

  Ever since dinner, your body’s felt heavy and warm- you hoped you hadn’t caught Narancia’s fever.  You tossed and turned in bed trying to fall asleep, but despite your body being so tired, you felt too… hot.  Your cheeks burned,’Really, y/n? Now?  The bulls are in the room across from yours…’but you just couldn’t sleep. 

 You turned over to your bedside alarm clock-11:30 pm-it had been a few hours since the boys had all gone to bed, and they had looked exhausted, too.  Surely, they wouldn’t wake up so easily?  After another deathly silent minute, searching for any possible sign the bulls were awake or could hear you, you made up your mind and threw off your covers. Pausing again and hearing nothing, you slowly pulled off your panties, shocked at how wet they were.  What’s wrong with your body, why were you reacting like this?  What would the others think if they saw you like this?  Your mind protested, but your fingers had other ideas.  

You pulled your night dress off, fondling your breasts and twisting your nipples.  They had been so sore recently, and if you didn’t know better you would swear they felt larger than normal. Feeling a sudden wetness, you gasped. Why….

“It hurts”

Like a shot in the dark, Narancia’s voice rang out and pulled you out of your stupor.  You sat up, trying to cover yourself up.  “N-narancia, what-?!”

“It hurts, y/n; it hurts and I can’t wait anymore!” Narancia repeated, pleading for something but didn’t know what. He stumbled into your room, naked and,well-

He crawled onto your bed, climbing on top of you and grinding into your hips.  Yes, just like you, he was incredibly aroused.

“N-naranica, please! Get a hold of yourself!”  You pleaded with the bull, trying to pry him off of you.  It was hard to get a grip on him, his skin was sweaty and he leaned into your touch instead of fighting it.  Up close, you got a better look at Narancia’s face, and you could tell something was off with the bull.  His eyes were unfocused, his face flushed red, and he couldn’t stop moaning into you.  At first, you had thought it was his fever, but now, it seemed like his “illness” was something much more...animalistic.

“Oh, Narancia,  you went and spoiled the surprise.  You must have given y/n quite the fright.”  Bruno chided.  As if out of thin air, possibly during your struggle with Narancia, Bruno appeared, looming over the two of you with an eerie smile.

“Bruno, help me!  Narancia, he, he-”  You started, panicking while trying to keep a modicum of dignity.

“Why would I do that, bella?  You seem to want this just as much as he does.”  He replied, unwavered.  You looked at him incredulously, and he reached under Narancia to pull your legs apart.  With humiliating ease, he sunk a finger into you, and white hot pleasure rocked your core.  You moaned, surprised and aroused, and earned a whine just as loud from Narancia, still thrusting into your hips. 

 “Bruno, stop, please!”  You begged, trying to break away from Narancia and now Bruno.  

“It’s perfectly natural, Bella, don’t be afraid.  You’ve never met any other hucows besides us, have you?”  Bruno pulled his finger out, and with the same hand, stroked your face, moving hair out of your eyes.  Your eyes followed his hands, watering, and said, “W-...no?”

Bruno sat down on the bed, putting a hand on Narancia’s back that stopped him immediately, to your relief.

“For Hucows, when we reach adulthood, we start to have regular ruts, or in a heifer’s case, heats. Like many animals, we have a monthly cycle of intense carnal desires--our body's way of saying we’re at our most fertile.  And it looks like your body has synched with Narancia.”  Bruno explained, stroking your head, watching your eyes widen in shock,fear. 

“This is ridiculous, I'm not a Hucow, I'm not like you!”  You argued, pushing his hand away. This was becoming too much, these were not the bulls who’d wormed their way into your heart. Bruno had the gall to laugh, and your stomach sank with dread. In a flash, he grabbed your cheeks and cooed, “Really, y/n, there’s a difference in being coy and being oblivious.  I mean look at you, haven’t you noticed your body changing?  You’re soaking wet without being touched, your bodies hot to the touch, for god’s sake, you’re leaning into my hands”  And to your absolute horror, as he pulled away his hand, your head followed.  He was right.

Bruno grabbed your breasts, and you felt the familiar wetness from before, “Not only that, but haven’t you noticed your breasts?  You’re producing milk.”  As if by divine fate, the clouds decided to move out of the way of the moon, shining a light onto your breasts, and sure enough, you could see rivulets of milk leaking from your nipples.  Tears fell from your eyes-shocked, confused, betrayed not just by your friends but your own body.  Were you going crazy?

“Shhhhh, shhh It’s okay amore, it’s okay.  You’re bodies just changing, it happens to every heifer your age.  It’s nothing to be ashamed of, in fact it’s beautiful.”  Bruno reassured you, stroking your breasts fondly, “Your body just wants to be bred, to be filled with our calves, isn’t that wonderful?  Don’t worry, we’ll be good fathers, and you’ll be a wonderful mother!”  Bruno’s breathing growing heavier, his eyes staring you down with a deranged intensity.  

Narancia, not wanting to be left out, latched himself to one of your breasts, “I’ll be gentle, y/n, I promise!  I know your heat must be painful, with no one to help you out.  My ruts have been so painful too, without you.  But that’s over now, yeah?  We can finally be a proper herd, and raise lots of cute calves together.”  He mumbled into your chest, as if stabbing you with his words directly into your heart.  

“Poor bambina, I know you’re so confused, and scared- I remember my first rut. The other bulls and I, we won’t let you go through that same pain.  We’ll take care of you, y/n, that’s what herds do.”  Bruno rested his cheek on your head, planting the softest kiss to your forehead.  You didn’t even have the strength to resist him.

At this point, you weren’t even surprised when you saw Abbachio, Fugo, and Mista come into your room.  

“Just relax y/n; we’ll take care of you and Narancia.  This time it’s you two in heat, but soon enough we’ll all sync up, that’s what happens normally in herds.  Leave this to us”  Bruno cooed to you, licking up tears you didn’t realize were falling.

“...Please take care of me…” You gave up, closing your eyes.  

~~~~~~~

The bulls had piled all the pillows and blankets they could gather onto your bedroom floor, so there was enough room for all of them to gather by your side. Narancia curled into your side, Bruno propping you up against his back, Abbacchio standing by the door( as if guarding it from being opened) , Mista sitting front row watching, and fugo awkwardly kneeling off to the side as if too embarrassed to look directly at you.

“Narancia, please hold her legs open, we need to prepare her before she can take us.” Bruno instructed, as if he was giving orders on farming or something else as mundane.  Narancia was quick to follow, and spread your legs open despite your embarrassment.

You buried your face into Bruno’s chest. 

“No Bella, don’t be shy.  We love this part of you, we want to see you lost in pleasure,”  Bruno reassured you, turning your head back to the other bulls.  Narancia and the others stared at you with feverish intensity, Narancia groaned at the audible sound your cunt made as he parted your folds.

“Y/n, you’re so wet, have you been like this all day?  Is it because of me?”  Narancia asked, unable to look away.  His fingers traced your lips delicately, as if he were afraid to break you, and gathered your slick onto his index finger.  

“Don’t just gawk, idiot, make her feel good!” Mista chided, palming himself.  At this point, all of you were naked, and you saw for the first time how the bulls...measured up.  They had been naked when you had first met them, sure, but you hadn’t looked closely, and they hadn’t been quite as, well, excited.  They were large, and animalistic not just in size but shape.  Needless to say, you would need a lot of preparation if you were to take any of their cocks.

Just as impatient as Mista, Narancia plunged two fingers into your pussy, and you couldn’t contain the squeal you let out.  It was sudden, and not an experienced hand, but his fingers felt like such a huge relief, you were starting to believe Bruno and wondering if you really were in heat.

“Jesus Christ y/n, I can feel you clenching on my hands! What should I do, Bruno?  What’ll make her feel good?”  Narancia gasped, he seemed to have trouble controlling his hands and body.

“Remember what I showed you before, and how we got you ready when you helped us with our heats?”  Bruno reminded Narancia, leaving you to wonder what they’d done in the past before you.  

Narancia’s Fingers Curled and massaged the front walls of your pussy, searching for your special spot.  Based on the noises you were making, he was doing a good job of finding it. Bruno reached one of the hands he had wrapped around your waist down to your pussy, and lightly rubbed circles into your clit.  You moaned again, bucking up into their hands. You were beyond losing control, you had lost it as well as any other thoughts of resisting.  Your body was in ecstasy, Narancia and Bruno double teaming you was too much.

 Suddenly, you felt another, unfamiliar hand toy with your breasts.  You opened your eyes you hadn’t realized were closed, and saw Mista leaning over you, massaging you.  As he squeezed them, some more milk squeezed out of your tender breasts; as mortifying as it was, it also gave you a small sense of relief? You weren’t sure whether it was arousal or merely a relief of your breast’s fullness, it felt much better than normally when you played with yourself.

“Holy shit, you really must be a heifer, your tits are full of milk!”  Mista exclaimed, “Hey y’n, you wouldn’t mind if i had a drink would you?  I'm awfully thirsty~”  He snickered, latching his mouth onto one of your breasts. 

 You cried out wantonly, getting finger fucked and your tits sucked at the same time was bringing you close to the edge.

“P-please, I can’t!”  You begged, not sure what you were begging for.  

“Awww, begging for us?  Our sweet little bambina, you don’t know how long I've been waiting for this day,”  sighed Bruno, playing with your bud more and more intensely.  “Narancia, why don't you try using your mouth, I think she’d like that.  She’s so close.”  Bruno suggested to the smaller bull, who nodded eagerly and lowered his face into your crotch.

You couldn't help yourself, you cried out and tried to close your legs as you felt Narancia nuzzle into you. “Wait, Narancia, it’s too much!”

“It’s okay, y/n, I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise!” Narancia murmbled, cheeks squeezed between your thighs- it’d be hilarious in any other situation.  Narancia pried your legs open again, peppering them with kisses.  Tentatively, he licked a stripe vertically up your pussy before sucking on your clit, moving Bruno’s hand away.  He wrapped his tongue around your clit and massaged it, while you bucked and writhed underneath.  You were begging incoherently, not sure what or who for, but the boys seemed to understand.  Narancia slipped his wet fingers back into your pussy and kitten licked your bud; Mista played with your breasts in each hand while he sucked milk from you like it was a delicacy.  Bruno turned your head to look at him-even upside down you could tell from his blissed out face he was enjoying himself as much as you were. 

“Are you gonna come, Tesoro?  Your expression is so indecent, you must be close.”  Bruno teased you, sticking his fingers into your mouth before you could answer.  But he was right, you were close.  Narancia and Mista’s mouths were full, but their faces were as indecent as yours must have been, as they doubled down on your efforts.  Your insides were quivering, your thighs wrapped around Narancia’s head again to pull him closer. Close, you were so close…

“Come for us, y/n, for the first of many times tonight,”  Bruno all but commanded, so you complied.  A wave of pleasure rolled over you, and Bruno’s  fingers couldn’t contain your cries.  Narancia ate you through it, his own moans vibrating onto your overstimulated pussy, and didn;t pull away until you pushed him with your hands.  Mista laughed into your breasts, but the look in his eyes was hungry, preditorial.

“That was so fuckin’ hot, y/n, you moan like a porn star!” He joked, popping off of your abused nipples.  

Narancia pulled away too, with wet eyes, “Y/n,that was wonderful, I'm glad I could make you come, but please…”  He tugged one of your hands onto his hard throbbing cock.  It twitched in your hands; you could tell he’d been restraining himself.  You slowly, against your better judgement, stroked the up his shaft, tracing a pulsing vein along the underside.  Narancia cried in relief, bucking into your hand grinning wildly.

“So goooood, you’re hand’s so soft, way softer than mine.  It's so small…” Moaned Narancia, giggling as he held your hand in his own larger one to show you how to properly touch him.

“Y/n, I think it’s time now, don’t you?” Bruno asked you, loud enough for Narancia to hear.  “Narancia made you feel so good just now, and he’s been so patient for you.  Won’t you help him feel good too?”  

You were nervous, to be honest-you’d never been with anyone,or even used a toy their size.  And Narancia was the smallest of the group.  But your orgasm hadn’t cleared your mind at all-if anything you were even more horny.  If you had been in a better state of mind, maybe you could have realized how they were manipulating you and said no.  But…

You pulled Narancia up to your face and kissed him for the first time that night.  Narancia early reciprocated, pulling you as close to him as possible.  He took it as an invitation to grab his  dick in one hand, slobber it up with remnants of his spit and our cum, and sink his cock inside of your wet hot pussy. 

You both simultaneously cried out  but for different reasons as the head entered you, Narancia’s tip stretching you to your limits.  Narancia tried to go further in, but sensing your discomfort, Bruno grabbed Narancia’s hips and held them from moving any further.  Narancia cursed, trying to fight out of Bruno’s hold, clearly not in his right mind.  But Bruno Wouldn’t budge.

“Wait Narancia, or you’ll hurt her.”  Bruno commanded, not backing down.  For once this night, you were thankful for Bruno’s involvement.  

Reluctantly, Narancia slowly pushed further and further inside of you, tears streaming down his face and moaning like, well, like he was in heat.

“It’s heaven...y/n is like heaven inside!”  Narancia cried, a blissful smile on his face.  You wished you could say the same as you were stretched to your limits, nails digging into Narancia’s arms.  

“It’s too big!  Narancia, you're too big for me!”  You pleaded, trying to relax your muscles and allow yourself to be stretched.

“Fuck yeah I am!  My big cock’s doing this to you, right?  I’ve made you come from feeling so good, right?? I’m gonna make you come lots more, so many more times y/n! I’m gonna make you come on my dick and get pregnant!  Take it, take it y/n!” Narancia snarled, finally starting to thrust properly.

  He was so happy his rut came first, that he was able to fuck you before the others and stake his claim early.  Sure, having to wait sucked, but this was definitely worth it.  Since Narancia’s libido could no longer be contained, Bruno decided the next best thing would be to help you enjoy yourself more.  He bit the shell of your ear, massaging your clit between his fingers.  

“What a good girl you are for us, Bambina, letting Narancia fuck your little pussy with his big bull cock. I bet you've never been so full in your life, huh?  We’re gonna keep you nice and stuffed too, all of us will. I can’t wait to see how even more beautiful you’ll look, satisfied by all of our dicks.  We’re gonna make you feel so good, bambina, you’ll go crazy~”  Bruno moaned into your ear. 

 It alarmed and aroused you at the same time, which didn’t go unnoticed by Narancia.

He picked up the pace, and you started to move with him, getting into the feeling.  Against your better judgement, you looked up to see what the others were doing while you were getting railed by Narancia.  

Abbachio was leaning against the doorframe, stroking his cock as he watched your breasts bounce with each thrust.  When he saw you were looking at him, he smirked but said nothing.  His eyes were intense, staring at you unwaveringly.  The only way you could tell he was affected at all (aside from jerking off) was a light blush that trailed from his cheeks down to his chest, breathing heavily.  

Fugo looked like he was trying to hide the fact he was so turned on, face flushed and glancing back and forth from you to the floor.  He gingerly palmed himself in between his legs, trying to cover it up from you. His tail was swishing in anticipation, and he bit his lip to keep himself from making any noises.  Mista, on the other hand, was manspreading on the floor, eagerly watching and wolf whistling at the show.  Clearly, he wasn’t bothered by the fact that you were getting the daylights fucked out of you by Narancia, and happy to give you a look at himself masterbaiting.

“Like what ya see, sweetcheeks?  I’d be happy to let you touch it too~”  He flirted, winking at you.

“Wait your turn.” Bruno told him, before Narancia or you had the chance to react.

The pleasure in your was building up again, slowly but surely, as Narancia’s prick massaged your aching walls.  Narancia was getting more and more desperate as well.

“Fuck, y/n, i don’t know how much longer I can last, you feel too good!  Are you close?  Please say you’re close!”  Narancia begged, just as he hit your g-spot directly.  You cried out loudly and clenched down, unable to help yourself, to the bull’s joy.

“Oooh, I felt that y/n, you like it when I hit ‘here’ right?”  He teased, fucking you harder and focusing on your sweet spot.  You nodded, unable to form the right words, but Narancia understood regardless. You clung to him now, it seemed like the two of you were the only ones in the room, as you cried out from each thrust inside of you and on your clit.  You wouldn’t be long now, and Narancia was right behind you.

“Y/n, I love you.  I love you so much, so fucking much it hurts.  I’m about to come in the girl I love so much and make her pregnant, fuck, I can’t wait! Please take it-take it take it take it!!!”  Narancia felt too good inside of you to hold on anymore, he’d been so good for you.  He came and true to his word, filled you to the brim with his hot sticky cum. It felt too good to hold out yourself, and you came on his cock with a sharp gasp and locked your legs around his waist.  He shivers, and has enough in him to gush just a little more into your abused hole.

“Thank you so much, y/n...that was so wonderful,”Narancia mumbled into your cheek, kissing you gently.  He collapsed onto you, and you couldn’t help but pat his head sympathetically-that was quite the workout, after all.  Narancia cuddled into you, peppering you with kisses he was too shy to give you before.

You were too tired to resist their affections any more, too tired to move, too tired period.  You were ready to finally fall to sleep, when you heard Bruno’s voice call out to you.

“That was wonderful to watch, y/n.  I’m very happy you’ve finally accepted us.  But, don’t you think you’re forgetting something?”  You cracked an eye open, reality settling in.  Standing over you were the other bulls, all hard and looking very impatient.

“Hey, you’re not gonna leave us hanging, are you bella?”Mista teased you.

“You’re crazy if you think we’re gonna let you go after just one round,”  Abbacchio replied deadpan.

“It’s just not Narancia, we, I need you too y/n!”  Fugo ordered (pleaded with) you.

Bruno stroked your hair again, licking away new tears from your cheeks.

“We’re famiglia, y/n, we always do things together.  You wouldn’t want us to feel left out, would you?”  Bruno asked you. You could feel his desire poking into your back.

“Hey, I'm not done yet! Y/n, don’t pass out on me yet!”  Narancia complained, weakly thrusting into you again.  You moaned, unable to form any protest.