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You took a deep breath before you pushed open the door to subject 0162’s cell. 0162 was the largest, most aggressive, angriest, hardest bull in the facility and no one wanted to be the one to milk him. He’d injured several of the staff and even gored a prior attendant with his horns, leading to his current restrictive setup. Normally such an aggressive bull would be put down, but his semen was one of the strongest and healthiest of bulls at the facility. For that reason he was milked every three days, his come collected and used as breeding stock. He’d injured the last attendant three days prior so the position was once again open. Someone had to draw the short straw and take care of 0162, and it had come down to you. 

Of course it had , you thought to yourself. All the tasks no one else would do always came your way. Either way, you were expected to get a specimen from 0162 and didn’t want to feel the consequences of another failure, so you let out your breath as you entered the cell.

You’d never actually seen 0162 before, you’d only heard stories about him from the other staff. And what they said didn’t do him justice - 0162 was the largest bull you’d ever seen, his muscles rippling with tension as he strained against the chains holding him.  He was bound from head to foot - even his neck was tied tightly against the exam table with a thick leather strap.   0162 had long, pale horns, the tips of which had been sawed off after the last goring.You winced when you saw the flat ends - having a horn sawed was incredibly painful - and you knew from experience. He had a shock of bright red hair on his head that matched the pubic hair above his flaccid penis as it laid against his thigh. As soon as you entered his line of sight, his cock began twitching and growing, soon rising to lean against his muscled stomach. 

Someone had already bound him to the examination table, his remaining arm chained above his head while his legs were spread wide open for your convenience. You’d heard that 0162 had lost his left arm in a territory fight against a legendary bull - the second time he’d tried to take the older bull on. Even so, his bulging muscles meant that despite losing, he was certainly no weakling himself. His facial scarring did nothing to detract from his attractiveness, you thought. If he wasn’t so aggressive and resistant to breeding you could see how he’d be a favorite among the breeding stock.

0162’s thigh was the size of your torso, you thought idly as you walked towards the exam table and took in more of his chiseled form. His cock bobbed as you got closer, almost in greeting, as you set your box of semen collection tools on the floor next to the exam table. There were no windows in this level of the facility for airflow, so you took off your lab coat to get some air on your overheated skin. 

“This the new tactic? Send in some pretty little cow to get me to comply?” he sneered as he looked you up and down. His sneer dropped as he looked you in the eyes. “You touch me, I’ll make you pay when I get out.” A shiver went down your spine at his sincerity - not if he got out, when. You weren’t a fortune teller and didn’t even know your own plans for the future but in that moment you knew he was telling the truth. You bit your lip as you put your hand on his chest. He tried to rear back but his complete bondage prevented his movement.

“I’m sorry. I can’t - we have to do this. It’s not personal,” you said in your best approximation of a clinical tone. 0162 looked you in the eyes before snorting and averting his gaze. You bent to retrieve some of the items you’d be needing for his collection. He really did have a lovely cock, you thought longingly to yourself. It had been a long time since you’d been able to appreciate one but there was no doubt his was a blue ribbon winner. His shaft was girthy and long, ending in a mushroomed tip starting to glisten with precome. 0162’s balls were large and made you want to cradle them in your palm, maybe even lick your way up…you shook your head to bring yourself back to the task at hand. 

“The fuck its not personal, you’re gonna use the machine to jerk me off into that little cup. Can’t be any more personal than that,” he grunted. You ignored him as your eyes roved over the items you’d been given. There was lube, some gloves, towels, a condom, a collection cup…but no machine. You shuffled the items in the box as Kid barked a cruel laugh.

“Looks like you’ll be getting your hands dirty, Sweetheart. Having to touch the big, bad, bull yourself,” he said, his sneer returning to his face. You tried to hide the grimace on your face - since this was clinical, it really shouldn’t matter if his sample was collected manually or machine assisted. But looking 0162 in the eyes and touching his penis directly was another matter completely. You didn’t feel like explaining yourself to 0162; you had a job to do and you weren’t going to get yourself punished for not completing it. Finding the bottle of lube, you clicked it open and drizzled some on your palm. 

“Not gonna use gloves like those other fucks?” he asked, trying to adjust himself to a more comfortable position. You shrugged your reply. You could, you supposed, but if you were going to have to manually stimulate him against his will the least you could do was skin to skin. Besides, maybe using your hand would make the whole process more pleasurable and therefore go faster. You gripped the base of his shaft without warning, making him suck in a breath through his teeth. Your fingers didn’t touch as you gripped his length, his thick cock heavy in your hand as you began stroking him gently.

You moved your palm up and down his shaft, making him bow against the restraints digging at his skin. His hand was clenched into a fist and you had no doubt that if given a chance, he’d use it against you. For a moment you were scared that the chains holding him would snap but as you ran your thumb over his sensitive head, he sagged once again against his bonds. You brought your palm back down and removed it to rub your hands together, covering them both in lube. 

You brought them back to his slick cock, your hands twisting upwards in a milking motion. 0162 grunted as his toes curled and thighs flexed - he was enjoying himself a little bit at least. You watched your hands run up and down his pale shaft, finding yourself lost in your own thoughts. A heavy weight settled on your chest as you watched him writhe on the cold metal exam table. Of course you felt guilty and sorry for him - you didn’t want to jerk him against his will - but it was either him or you. No one stood around feeling guilty for what they did to you so you couldn’t afford to do the same for him. Still, his cock was so gorgeous that for a moment you entertained a daydream of you riding him, your head tossed back as you took your pleasure from him, his arm around your hips, him fucking up into you with his powerful thighs…but the day dream was broken when you heard his growls. 

“Fuckin’ bitch, don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he warned as one of your hands moved to hover over his balls. You kept an impassive face as you palmed his sensitive balls, the two barely fitting in your hand together. Massaging them gently in conjunction with your other hand stroking his cock had 0162 moaning and humping the air. You moved your hand on his cock faster, increasing the pace and pressure. 0162 closed his eyes and panted as his cock became impossibly harder. Taking your hand off his balls, you reached down to grab the condom from the box. Ripping open the packet with your teeth, you decided to put the condom just on the tip as you stroked him to completion. At least he’d be able to feel most of the sensations, you reasoned.

0162 was gritting his teeth against your ministrations, trying to ward off the inevitable orgasm you were working him toward. You rubbed his frenulum with the pad of your thumb and continued to stroke him quickly. 0162’s eyes snapped open to stare at you as the vein in his forehead and neck popped. You startled from his intensity and nearly let go of his cock before remembering your job. “You make me come, I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” he said with quiet rage, his eyes boring into your own. Your blood ran cold - this was different from the sneering, taunting bull of before. 

It didn’t matter that you didn’t want to, that he didn’t want to - you needed him to come. “Tough shit,” you replied, matching his energy and tone in a show of false bravado. Your mouth watered and you did the only thing you could think to ensure that he came - you leaned down and licked a long stripe up his cock. 0162 struggled against his bonds, snapping his teeth at you in a mimicry of a mating bite as you moved down to lick and kiss his heavy balls, your tongue tracing up the seam. 

“Fuck y-you!” 0162 yelled impotently, the metal chains holding his legs apart groaning in protest against his strength. You were worried he would break free of the chains before you could finish your task and kill you like he’d promised. So you lightly tugged one of his balls into your mouth as you applied pressure to his frenulum with your finger and continued to grip him tightly. 

“C-can’t believe you’re getting off on this, you bitch,” 0162 growled at you. You weren’t surprised his nose was sensitive enough to detect your growing wetness, but it still made your face flush. You’d always been into cock worship and his was definitely praise worthy. In another universe you’d be on your knees in front of him, fueled by desire and lust, but neither of you were going to get what you wanted. 

Alternating his balls and increasing your pace had 0162 bellowing so loudly it reverberated in the room. You tried to stifle it but you moaned as his balls hitched in your mouth as his cock spasmed under your touch. Suddenly every muscle in his body tightened as he came, his eyes screwed shut to ride his high. 0162 deposited an unbelievable amount into the condom, the plastic stretching to accommodate his massive load. You let go of his balls with your mouth as he came but kept pressure on his shaft until he finally relaxed as his cock began to soften. Tension left his body as he rested on the table, his head lolling to the side for a moment of rest. He panted, sweat beading on his brow as he came down from his orgasm.

You pulled the condom off and tied it, careful not to snap the sensitive head of his cock with the plastic. He didn’t speak or look to you and you supposed that was for the best. Leaning down, you grabbed the towel to clean your hands from the lube you’d put there earlier. You put the condom in the collection cup - you’d empty it later. 

“The fuck is that on your back?” he asked, his broad neck now relaxed against his restraints. You snapped upwards, resisting the urge to immediately put your lab coat back on. You’d been given this assignment and sent immediately on your way otherwise you would have changed out of the semi- sheer white blouse you were wearing under your lab coat. You knew exactly what he was referring to - the ugly, disgusting brand on your left shoulder and the even uglier tattoo over the top of it. 

“Nothing,” you said, pulling on your top to cover your shoulder better.

“You breeding stock?” he asked, his fingers moving within the cuff as if to touch it. You burned with shame as he had quickly figured out the meaning behind the brand.

“Not anymore,” you snapped as you wiped off his now limp cock with the towel. The old raised B brand on your shoulder had been tattooed over with a large bold X, eternally showcasing to the world your worthlessness. 

“Thought they killed non-breedable cows at these dumps,” he said, his eyes roving over your body. There wasn’t much to see, you thought, but after what you’d done to him he could do what he liked.

“Guess not,” you replied with a sigh, putting everything back in the semen collection box. You were worn out too, even though you weren’t the one who’d been stimulated against your will. Putting on your lab coat, you gave 0162 a last look before you left the cell, the box now in your arms. “Sorry, I really didn’t-” you weren’t sure what to say in the face of what you’d done. “I’m sorry.” Your hand was on the handle of the cell door when Kid flashed you a cruel grin, his sharp white teeth almost winking at you under the fluorescent lights.

“Don’t worry about it, Sweetheart. I’ll be seeing you again soon. Real soon.”

You froze on your tiny cot, the book in your hands shaking as you registered the unmistakable voice speaking to you. It was late at night, no one was likely to be awake except you…and now Bull 0162. Your head whipped over to look at him as he took up nearly the entire doorway entry to your room. Your door was off the wall in seconds as he ripped it off its hinges with ease – using a metal arm where his stump had been.

“Why - how - I - you-” there were so many questions you wanted to know the answers to but you couldn’t formulate a single one before his large metallic arm crumpled your heavy steel door and threw it like a paper ball. You had heard that there were fruits that gave hybrids and humans powers, he must have eaten one. The door clanged to the floor as he started stalking towards you.

He looked the same as you’d remembered from the previous night, except instead of being strapped down he was sneering at you. Somehow he’d gotten boots and pants, the clothes only highlighting his muscular frame.  0162’s chest muscles gleamed with sweat and his tail twitched in anticipation as he stared at your breasts through the thin material. He seemed so much larger than he’d been before, his menacing aura increasing with every step he took into your room.

You got up on your knees, clutching your book and cringing away from him. There wasn’t anywhere to go, the room was barely large enough for your bed and a small desk. There was only one option since 0162 was in the doorway - you’d have to somehow get yourself out the window. Looking up, you thought about the practicality of jumping off the 3rd story balcony before your thoughts were interrupted.

“Don’t bother, you can’t make it in time,” 0162 grunted, drawing nearer to you. You shrank in on yourself, ducking your head and holding the book over your face as if in protection. The book was yanked from your hands, 0162 looking over the cover. 

“Killer reads this shit too,” he said, tossing the book against a wall. Even though it was pointless, you curled yourself into a ball and put your hands over your horns, hoping that your murder wouldn’t hurt too badly. Your eyes scrunched shut, waiting for the inevitable hit that would end your life. It wasn’t the first time you’d faced being killed but the metal arm had you imagining so many horrible ways to die. 

“Tch. Not gonna kill ya,” 0162 said. You cracked open your eyes to see him rolling his own. “We don’t kill our own kind. Besides, I have other plans for ya. Nothing you won't like if our first date was anything to go by,” he sneered.

You squeaked as his cold metal arm wrapped itself around your waist, hauling you over 0162’s shoulder. You tried wiggling out of his hold but his grasp was an iron band around you. He barely seemed to notice as his arm held you in place with ease. He gave your room a glance before taking a step or two further into the room. If your room seemed small before, it felt tiny now that 0162 was taking up the majority of the space in the room. You pounded on his back and kicked as hard as you could, the only way for you to survive was to get off 0162’s shoulder and away from him.

0162 wasn’t reacting to any of your strikes, maybe he couldn’t even feel them. Hitting his back was like hitting an iron door, it probably did you more damage than him. 0162 raised the fingers of his metal hand and the stainless steel cups you’d forgotten on your desk whined and warped under his command. Your eyes were wide as he controlled the metal with ease, shaping it into two large circular cuffs. 

“To stop you from fuckin’ squirmin’,” he said as the metal danced in front of your eyes again. But this time 0162 grabbed your hands in one of his own. Metal wrapped itself around your wrists like string and you felt the same around your ankles. You were bound in metal cuffs while slung over 0162’s shoulder, unable to dislodge yourself. You wiggled around but it was no use, you were trapped. 

0162 leaned over your dirty laundry basket, plucking the panties you’d worn the previous day between two large fingers. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, making you flush with shame.

“H-hey! Those are mine!” you squeaked, your face reddening at the crude gesture.

“I know, I smelled the slick on ya yesterday. Could smell that messy pussy way down the hall. I was right, you were getting off on strokin’ me. Maybe you’ll have another chance,” he said with a menacing grin before balling up your panties. Before you could protest further he shoved the wad into your mouth, keeping his fingers in for longer than was necessary. You tasted your own tang on your tongue, your dirty panties effectively gagging you.

“Don’t spit ‘em out,” 0162 commanded, looking you in the eyes. He didn’t need to finish the threat for you to know he was serious. You nodded your understanding as 0162 looked around your meager belongings. He reached down and grabbed the book he’d thrown before, putting it in his back pocket.

“Nothing here worth taking. Damn, no wonder you’re sucking cock for money, look at this shithole,” 0162 remarked, smacking your ass with his metal hand. You yelped in surprise from the smack but it didn’t hurt that badly, at least not as much as it could have. You flushed at the insinuation but he wasn't wrong about your living situation. Your mind caught up with you as 0162 leisurely walked the hall back towards the stairs, yelling and the sounds of fighting coming up the stairwell. He kept you perched on his shoulder with his flesh hand wrapped around one of your thighs, his fingers dancing over your skin.

0162’s flesh hand reached under your nightgown to grope one of your asscheeks, grunting in appreciation as he kneaded your soft flesh. His fingers were dangerously close to your center and you weren’t wearing any panties. His fingers began exploring the crease between your thigh and your pussy.

“Mmmf!” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. 0162 paused to look over at you, his sneer returning to his mouth before laughing loudly.

“Don’t what? Don’t touch you without permission? What was it you said to me?” 0162 asked, tapping his chin as if in thought. “Oh yeah. It isn’t personal ,” he said with a laugh, tightening his hold on your legs. Without warning he jumped down the staircase to the landing below, landing with a dull thud. 

“I’ve got a lot planned, Sweetheart. Been thinkin’ about you since last night,” 0162 growled, his hand stroking up your bare thigh. You whimpered even as your core clenched, your imagination running wild. It would be a lie to say you hadn’t touched yourself to thoughts of him the night before, but being kidnapped wasn’t on your list of fantasies. 

Your confusion grew with the increased yelling and whooping as 0162 walked to the main hallway. You flinched as the sound of breaking glass and groaning metal grew louder with each step 0162 took towards the main hall.

“If you’re wondering about the guards, I killed ‘em. Well, me ‘n Killer. He freed all the hybrids. I took out the alarms and killed the breeders, those sadistic fucks,” he drawled, maintaining eye contact with you. His fingers gripped your upper thigh tightly; there’d be bruising there tomorrow. Your mind was ripped from his fingers roaming between your thigh and cunt as you heard a stampede of hoofs and feet heading towards the main doorways. 

“That doesn’t include you, Sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere, you’re coming with us,” Kid said with a toss of his horns. Who was us?  

You smelled the blood before you saw it, tremendous splatters of it all over the marble floors. 0162 sauntered into the hall as another gigantic bull wearing a full face mask decapitated one of the few remaining guards. You were guessing that he was Killer, who was living up to his name. Hybrids were leaving the building through shattered doors, heading out of the facility and towards their freedom. 

Any thought you had of escaping Kid evaporated as you heard the sickening crunch of Kid stomping a guard’s sternum beneath his boots. You breathed heavily through your nose to avoid gagging from the sight of the splayed body. You didn’t feel pity for the guards but you didn’t want to end up like them either.

“What? You feelin’ bad for these fucks?” Kid asked as he deliberately crushed a dying man as he passed by, making him scream in pain as Kid broke the delicate bones in his hand. Maybe you were in shock but your face didn’t show any fear or sadness at the gory scene.

You shook your head emphatically, not wanting him to think otherwise. You didn’t like the breeders, guards, or orderlies any more than he did. If anything, you had a few more years and a lot more experiences than he did to fuel your hatred. You agreed - they were getting what they deserved.

“Oi, Kid. Time to go, Wire’s waiting,” a gigantic blond bull stated through his blood stained mask, pushing a limbless torso off one of his scythes. At least you didn’t have to ask 0162 for his name, he evidently was named Kid. You would remember it, you didn’t think he’d take kindly to being called by the number the scientists had given him. Kid walked towards the other bull, reaching into his back pocket and retrieving the book. 

“Found this,” Kid said as he handed your book to the bloody bull. The bull turned the worn novel over in his hands and gave a thumbs up. Kid snickered as the blonde bull stuck the book in his own pockets, but his smile quickly dropped as he took in the scene before him.

“Light it up, Kil,” Kid grunted as he carried you out the hole blasted into the building the other hybrids had used. You watched Killer light a rag in a glass bottle filled with some liquid and toss it casually into the center of the building, the fire immediately catching on some debris and spilled liquid. He followed shortly thereafter, easily catching up with Kid as the two of them walked down the main road to the electric gates of the compound. You startled when a large explosion rang out, the outer walls of the building catching on fire.

“Whole thing’ll blow,” Killer said with a shrug. Kid grunted as a reply. The scene outside was chaotic with some hybrids leaving, some fighting the few remaining guards, and some bulls and cows fucking on the now disorderly grounds. Kid ignored everything and trudged steadily towards the hole that had been blasted through the gate. 

Another gigantic bull, even taller than Kid, was smoking and waiting by the largest vehicle you’d ever seen in your life. It looked like an old army Jeep except all the sides and roof had been ripped off. There were bullet holes on the sides of the vehicle and looked like someone had sliced through part of the metal. Not a great sign , you thought.

“‘Bout time,” the tall bull exclaimed, dropping his cigarette and stubbing it out with a steel toed boot. A blue haired bull was there too, this one with branding all over his face, neck, and down his arms. You couldn’t imagine what they’d done to him. He was playing with some kind of ball in his hands.

“Kid!” the blue haired bull exclaimed happily before throwing the ball a few feet away. It rolled closer and you saw it was a human head. You shuddered - bulls were known for violence but nothing like this.

“Took you fucks long enough,” he grunted though he wore a smile on his face. 

“Brought one for the road?” the tall bull asked, raking his eyes over your body. Your face heated, you once again wished you were wearing more than just a nightgown.

“Yeah. I have a favor I need to repay.”

A few hours later, the car finally stopped. Kid had dumped you into the cargo hold of the car - which didn’t have a lid or any doors. You'd been afraid you would bounce out and onto the road with every bump and lurch of the car and left for dead. The engine had roared as Wire sped down the deserted road heading towards the wilderness. You weren't actually sure where the facility was located, it had been a long time since you were brought there. You had vague memories of living in the wilderness beyond the human controlled areas, but they were from so long ago they felt more like a remembered dream than your actual life.

The bulls were talking in the main cabin but you couldn’t hear what they were saying due to the wind whipping you from every direction. You were cold, tired, thirsty, and hungry as your head jostled with every small bump in the road. Your legs had fallen asleep what felt like hours before and you wished you could stretch them. You counted yourself lucky that Kid had bound your hands in front of you, at least you could use your hands to keep the hem of your dress from flying up.

When the car stopped, you hoped that Kid would unbind you, maybe give you something to drink or at least let you pee. None of those things happened. The bulls all got out of the car and the blue haired one grabbed supplies from the backseat, only giving you a cursory glance before heading towards the clearing. Using the lights of the vehicle, Wire and Killer began making a fire in a cleared area of brush using wood that had been stacked there before. They must have been in this location before, the bulls all seemed to know where everything was located. The fire quickly caught and Wire came back to turn off the car, leaving you alone in the dark.

The bulls were drinking and occasionally talking with one another, clearly enjoying each other’s company in their own way. Every so often Kid’s eyes would flick to you, making eye contact with you from beyond the fire as he brought the bottle of alcohol to his lips. You didn’t know what his plans were for you, but the maniacal grin that often accompanied the stare made your heart beat faster in your chest.

After a while, despite the cold and your discomfort, you felt yourself dozing off. You’d barely closed your eyes when you felt the metal from around your ankles removed, blood rushing back to your feet as you jerked awake. Your sleepy confusion quickly left you as Kid grabbed one of your small horns and pulled you to sitting. You whimpered, still unable to talk with your dirty panties in your mouth. They were completely drenched in your saliva but you’d kept them in like he’d told you to.

“Rise and shine, Princess. We got unfinished business,” Kid snickered. His grip on your horn was strong but not painful as he craned your head to meet his gaze. The other three bulls at the campfire weren’t even pretending to hide their interest now, staring at you from around the fire pit.

“Oh yeah, forgot about these,” he snickered, letting go of your horn to take the panties out of your mouth. You rubbed at your sore jaw as much as your bound hands allowed; it ached from having something in your mouth for so long. As you did, it didn’t escape your notice that Kid tucked your panties into one of his back pockets. It was silent as the reality of your situation hit you - you were in the wilderness with four bulls, the biggest of whom you’d jerked off against his will not 48 hours prior.

“What? Nothing to say?” Kid taunted, his thumb running over the raised grooves on your horn.  

“I need to pee,” was your only reply as you fought the urge to buck his hand off. Kid shrugged his shoulders, his muscles rippling in the light of the fire.

“Can you walk?” Kid grunted as he picked you up around your middle. He didn’t immediately lower you to the ground, keeping you in his arms for a moment until you answered.

“I think so,” you said quietly. Kid set you down on your feet and turned to go back to the fire. 

“Where should I-?” you looked around, there wasn’t anything nearby that would give you coverage from the bulls watching you. 

“Wherever you want, Sweetheart. S’been a while since you slummed it and pissed outside, huh?” Kid said, sitting back down by the fire and picking up the bottle of booze once again. You didn’t answer but your face burned with shame as you walked a ways away to go pee in the brush. It took some time for you to pick your way as you weren’t wearing shoes and the ground was covered in various brambles and thorny plants. You stepped on something sharp and hissed, jerking your foot back immediately. But there was no other solution, you had to keep going if you wanted to save any shred of your dignity.

Wire and Killer watched you the entire time, their interest never wavering. Your face burned even hotter under their close supervision, sure you looked like a complete fool as you squatted down behind some particularly tall grass. It took you some time to figure out how to hold up your nightgown with your tied hands still bound and even longer to summon the courage to actually pee. 

Finally, the ordeal was over and you walked back towards the campfire, unsure if Kid wanted you back in the vehicle or with them by the fire. As you came closer you overheard the bulls talking about you. You hid behind the vehicle and poked your head out to the side, listening in on their conversation.

“Cute little thing,” Killer remarked, slipping the bottle under his mask. You thought you saw a goatee but it was difficult to tell.

“Fuckin’ bitch sometimes,” Kid replied, lounging with his flesh hand on a bent knee. “Sucked me good though,” he said appreciatively with a toss of his horns.

“She sucked you off at that place? Why?” the blue haired bull asked, his eyes raking over your body. 

“Heat, it was a breeding place. They’re makin’ Kid babies,” Wire laughed, like this was some kind of joke.

“Not anymore,” Killer replied.  

“With her mouth though?” Heat wondered aloud, his tail twitching with interest.

“She was workin’ there, not a breeding cow. She worked against her own kind, s’not right,” Kid said with a scowl.

“Might not have wanted to,” Killer said evenly. It was difficult to tell his expression behind the face mask but you hoped the others would listen to him. Kid scowled and took another swig from his bottle.

“Tch. Shoulda seen her, like a bitch in heat. She-”

“Can we get a taste too?” Wire interrupted, motioning to the general area where you were. You went completely still, your heart hammering in your chest. If that was what Kid had planned, you wouldn’t survive. There was no way you could take all four of those bulls, you’d barely survived your time in the breeding facility.

“Maybe later, this one owes me,” Kid replied, locking eyes with you from your hidden position. Your breath caught in your throat – he’d known where you were the entire time and let you listen in. “And I’m collecting right now.”

Moments later and Kid had you by a horn, pulling you towards a grassy area just off to the side of the fire circle. You tried digging in your heels and pushing against his arm but his firm grip had you stumbling along behind him. You kept your eyes on the ground, you couldn’t bear the shame of the other bulls watching you get ruined under Kid’s hands. 

“Enough of this ugly thing,” he grunted as he ripped off your nightgown, leaving you naked and shivering in the cool night air. Your wrists were still bound in front of you, preventing you from covering yourself effectively with your hands.

Your nipples puckered and Kid licked his lips like he was about to enjoy a fine meal. He reached out with his flesh hand and cupped your breast before harshly pinching your nipple. You hissed and tried to squirm out of his reach but it only made him laugh. He set his metal hand on your shoulder and pushed down, the implication clear. You were going to have to pick your battles, and fighting sitting down wasn’t worth the fight.

Kid held out his arm towards the vehicle and a large metal pole came flying towards him. You ducked instinctively, cowering and trying to cover your face and horns.

“Second time you’ve flinched like that,” Kid noted with a grunt. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice to ya. Much nicer than you were to me,” he said with a wicked grin. Kid planted the pole deep in the ground with one thrust. You didn’t have to wonder why for long as you were yanked backwards, the metal binding your hands magnetized to the pole. The pole had your hands bound overhead as you lay on the soft grass, like a meal set out for a king.

“You look real nice spread out like this, tied down. Pretty little cow, too. Can’t believe they didn’t wantcha-” Kid started to say with a wicked grin, kneeling down in front of you. He grabbed one of your thighs and pushed it open, reigniting your fight reflex. 

“N-no! D-don’t!” you wailed, trying to kick him away from you. Kid’s metal hand caught your ankle and pulled your leg to the side. He used his knee to keep your legs pried apart, his eyes looking straight at your glistening core.

“Just what I thought. You’re fuckin’ soaked,” he said, running a finger through your slit. You stifled a moan as he slowly dragged his fingers through your folds, taking his time to study every part of your cunt. You squirmed under his hold and intense stare, wishing your body didn’t react to him the way that it did.

“Knew you’d be a nasty whore for me. You want this just as much as I do. Maybe more,” he said with a wicked grin. Without warning he shoved two of his thick fingers into your pussy, rubbing them against your gummy walls. You keened loudly, unable to stop yourself from arching your back.

“I d-don’t want it!” you shrieked. Even to your ears it came out more like a moan than a serious statement.

“That’s not what this pussy is saying. All she's saying is yes,” Kid said, pulling his fingers out and sticking them into his mouth. You scrunched your eyes shut, willing the experience to be over quickly. It was horrible enough that Kid was about to have his way with you, but worse that your body was enjoying it.

“Shuttin’ your eyes won't stop this pussy from talking to me. And I've got a lot to say,” Kid said, lowering his torso down to the dirt. He pushed your thighs even farther apart to accommodate his massive frame, setting his mouth at your weeping entrance. His hot breath was fanning into your bare pussy, making you squirm. 

“K-kid, I - don't - please don't hurt me,” you whimpered, afraid of what was to come.

“Not gonna hurt ya, little cow. At least not in ways you don't like,” he said with a growl. “I told you I'd get even and I'm a man of my word.” With that, Kid put his mouth on your pussy, making you jolt in surprise. You’d read about this kind of thing in your romance novels, but it hadn’t ever happened to you. It was different from anything you’d ever felt before – warm and wet and oh fuck . 

From your books, you thought Kid would lap at you leisurely, that’s what they always said men liked to do. But Kid was devouring you, licking and sucking at you like he needed like the air he breathed. He dragged his tongue from the bottom of your pussy to the top, never directly touching your clit. You shifted your weight from side to side as he ran his tongue around your clit, waiting and hoping he’d actually give you what you needed most. 

Lewd sounds were escaping from both you and him - your moaning, mewling, and whining increased as did the loud squelching of your fluids as they ran down Kid’s face and your thighs. You bit your lip, why was he doing this to you? Shouldn’t he just want to rut you and get it over with? Your thoughts were torn away as Kid finally licked your clit with the lightest of feather touches. Your toes curled over Kid’s arms as you whined a reedy moan – how was he so good at this?

Kid worked your clit with patience, running over it with the tip of his tongue in short strokes followed by pressure from the flat of his tongue. If your hands had been free you would have grabbed his horns - to pull him closer or push him away, you didn’t know. As it was now you were trying to grind your cunt closer to his mouth, seeking release from the increasing pleasure he was giving you.

Your moans reached a fever pitch as Kid sucked your clit gently into his mouth. Your hips thrusted of their own accord and Kid shifted his hands to pin you to the grass. The mounting sensation was overwhelming – you tried wiggling away from the searing pleasure his tongue was bringing you. You yelped as Kid bit the inside of your upper thigh hard enough to mark.

“Don’t fuckin’ move,” Kid warned you, picking his face up from you momentarily. 

Kid’s fingers now prodded at your slick opening, entering you with ease. He curled them until they hit a spot in you that had you throwing back your head and thrashing against your bindings. 

“Right there, huh cow? Gonna make you fuckin’ moo before the end of the night.” You had no doubt Kid would make good on his claim as his fingers rubbed you and his tongue lashed at your clit mercilessly. Kid’s metal hand dropped your leg over his shoulder before pushing down on your lower stomach. Your vision was fading to white as pleasure built in you – you’d never felt anything like this before. 

Kid’s palm pushed down on your stomach and the tension in your body snapped. Your vision faded to white as your heels dug into Kid’s muscled back. You bellowed something, but you weren’t sure what. Maybe it was his name, maybe it was nothing, maybe it was a moo like he wanted. All you knew was that your body was shaking and your breath was coming in short bursts as you clenched around his fingers, milking them with your tight core. Kid kept lapping at you and pumping his fingers into you as came down from your high, not giving you a moment of respite until your whole body sagged. 

Your muscles relaxed, finally feeling the stress leaving your body. You took a deep breath, finally able to think beyond the sensations in your sensitive pussy. You and Kid were even, maybe he’d-

Kid pushed your legs open wider and licked you in a long stripe from the bottom of your still pulsing pussy to the top. Shuddering, you tried to yank your legs off his back only for Kid to shove his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers, tasting your own juices. Taking his hand out, Kid barked out a laugh at your confused expression. 

“Wh- b-but - it’s too soon- I’m too sensi-” you began to protest in panting breaths. 

“Oh, you thought we were done Sweetheart? I told ya, I’m treating you better than you treated me.”

“K-kid please, I c-can’t. Not ag-gain, please!’ you sobbed as you came down from your fourth? fifth? orgasm on his tongue and fingers. Your voice was scratchy from screaming so much – either as you came or in protest when he began the whole process again. Your legs were thrown over his forearms, practically boneless as your chest heaved with exertion. You wanted to try dislodging him from between your thighs but your hands were still bound over your head. Not that having your hands free would do anything, the bull was like a mountain. 

You’d tried kicking, shutting your legs, squirming around to get away from him – none of it worked. He didn’t even need to hold your legs open, the sheer size of his torso between them kept you spread wide for his perusal. Kid only hummed as he ran the flat of his tongue softly against the opening of your sore cunt. You jolted as more tears ran down your blotchy cheeks – you couldn’t you couldn’t you just couldn’t take any more. 

“Mmm. I like hearing you beg,” Kid said darkly from between your legs. He was sitting, holding up your bottom half to his face like you weighed nothing. His face was coated in your slick, the remnants of your last orgasm dripping down his face. The insides of your thighs were covered in bite marks and hickeys, not to mention copious amounts of your own fluids. Kid had worked your body with precision, getting you to come harder and faster than you ever had before for what felt like hours.

At first you were humiliated that the other bulls were watching and listening to Kid eating you out. They didn’t try to hide that they were turned on by what was happening, rubbing their hard cocks over their pants. You tried to keep your sounds to a minimum, maintain some of your pride. But by the time Kid forced you to come on his tongue while scissoring his fingers inside you for the third time, you’d given up on trying to do anything but live through the experience. So if he wanted you to beg, you’d beg. 

“P-please Kid, please. Please l-let me rest. I c-can’t take any more, please,” you implored him, tears running down the sides of your face. Kid tilted his head to the side as he considered your pleas. 

“Please, please, I d-don’t - I didn’t m-mean - I didn’t have a ch-choice,” you cried, your breath coming in short pants as he spread your lips with his fingers. Maybe if you apologized for what you’d done he’d be merciful and let you pass out.

“There’s always a choice,” Kid said as he hiked your pussy higher in the air again, bringing it closer to his mouth.

“W-wait! But y-you said-” you wailed as Kid’s tongue circled your hole once again. He gently nipped your clit, making you choke on a sob.

“I didn’t say I would stop. I said I like hearing you beg.”

You had scoured sources looking for a discreet rural farm that could tend to your animalistic needs and the Victoria Punk Breeding Farm fit the bill perfectly. The farm had no online pictures, no website, no reviews, hell if you hadn’t found it referenced on the deep web you wouldn’t be sure it existed either. But you’d called the number from a prepaid snail and someone named Killer had confirmed that they did indeed take monthly breeding clients. You’d had your slot booked by the end of the call with only a few details needed over the phone. 

There was good reason for you to be secretive over your hybrid needs. If people found out your well hidden secret it would be catastrophic to your business and personal life. Hybrids weren’t legally lesser than humans but they were discriminated against in ways that made it hard for hybrids to compete with humans. Hybrids could be put under guardianship easily, they had fewer job and housing opportunities and could legally be refused services for no other reason than genetics. Right now you had your life on the trajectory you wanted - you had human friends and a high paying job as an attorney. A human attorney.

Luckily, no one in New World City knew you were a hybrid since you appeared and acted so human. You had won the genetic lottery and could pass as human easily so you’d taken advantage of that fact to become an attorney. You did everything in your power to maintain your appearance as a ball busting completely human lawyer and that meant you couldn’t blast the news that you were off to be plowed by some bull during your estrus. Instead you told everyone you were going to visit your old great Aunt and took PTO for a long weekend out in the country.

Turning off your car's engine in the gravel driveway, you threw your purse over your shoulder and strode to the large barn in front of you. You had left straight from the office and didn’t think to change your clothes or shoes so you had to pick your way through the gravel driveway to make it to the barn. You still had a pair of farm boots in the back of your closet but you didn’t think to bring them with you since you were much more focused on the…physical aspects of the upcoming event. You stepped up the stairs of the wooden porch, taking in the dilapidated looking building. Opening the unlocked screen door, you let it close behind you with a bang. There was a man in a white and blue striped mask sitting at a desk, looking over cook books and writing notes in a ledger. You crossed your arms and cleared your throat to get his attention but he didn’t look up.

“Excuse me,” you stated in irritation. The man finally picked his head up from his work but didn’t say anything. You couldn’t make out his expression because of his mask but he didn’t seem to be in a rush to help you.

“I’m here for an appointment ,” you stated primly while drumming your fingers against your arm. You'd never been the most patient person and now was no exception.

“We don’t service humans,” he stated after looking at you, then back down to his work.

“Good thing I’m not human. I’m a hybrid, I booked this appointment over the phone a few days ago with you. I can show you my birth certificate if you need.” You had prepared for this outcome, afraid that they wouldn’t believe you were a hybrid, so you brought your papers with you proving that you were born a hybrid to hybrid parents.

“No need,” the man stated, still not standing up. He remained silent for a few seconds longer before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Well, is someone going to help me?” you asked while tapping your foot against the wood floor. The masked man’s face tilted to the side before he raised his hand to his face and yelled out towards the open doorway separating the front room from the rest of the barn.

“MOSH! CLIENT’S HERE!” 

You noticed he didn’t answer your question. Now your fingers were drumming, your toe tapping, and your eye twitching. You couldn’t stand being ignored or having your time wasted. Hell, you charged 5,000 beri an hour for your legal advice and this bull had just wasted several minutes of your precious time for free.

“Bratty?” asked the largest bull you’d ever seen in your life. The man with the mask working at the desk was huge, with rippling muscles, well over your height, and large horns that could gore someone with ease. But he looked like a regular human in comparison to the bull easing himself sideways through the doorway.

“Worse. Difficult. Have fun,” the masked bull said with a facetious salute towards the large bull coming through the open doorway. Your head had to tilt up to view the face of the bull you’d have to endure for your estrus. If being a hybrid was a spectrum, you were way at one end - you looked and acted completely human with no visible hybrid characteristics. Mosh was on the other end of the spectrum - there was no mistaking that he was a hybrid from first glance. He was the most bullish looking hybrid you’d ever seen, even during your days on your home farm. In fact, if he hadn’t been bipedal, he could almost have been mistaken for a complete bull. 

He made his way over to you, his long tail swishing behind him. It ended in a fine plume of long, bright pink hair that matched the vibrant ponytail on his head. His horns weren’t the longest you'd ever seen but they were thick and brown, which contrasted nicely against his hair. His legs were much more animal-like as his calves were set behind the knees and ended in a fine set of hooves. You'd heard that some hybrids had hooves but you'd never actually seen any yourself. He was big and beefy and there was no doubt he was a breeding bull. If he could satisfy you, you wouldn't care if he had a horn coming out his forehead.

He was wearing very little - a loincloth covered his lower half and a harness crossed his chest, the shoulder straps covered in spikes. His nipples were pierced and you could see his bulging muscles even as he was simply walking. Your mouth watered but you kept your composure - he was exactly your type. You'd always been attracted to the largest, most muscular man in any room. Human men could be larger than you and you always gravitated towards men who towered over you, making you feel smaller. It was some kind of biological drive that you'd never taken the time to examine in yourself. Just looking at Mosh made you wonder if you should have sought out bulls before, even ones with shitty attitudes like these.

“I'm not difficult , I have high expectations,” you gritted out at Mosh but directing the comment at Killer. Mosh looked you up and down, his eyes raking over your form in your tight fitting office clothes. After a moment, the pink haired bull snorted at you, which blew his bangs out of his face momentarily. 

“Let's go, heifer,” he said, not acknowledging your statement. He led the way, holding the door open for you as you trailed behind him. You could almost feel his eyes glued to your ass as you walked in front of him. Suddenly your world went off kilter as Mosh picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“H-hey! Put me down!” you demanded, trying to use the voice of authority that always worked in court. It would probably have been more effective if you hadn’t squeaked out the first word but maybe he would still listen. 

He didn’t.

You tried yelling at him to put you down but he ignored you completely, marching on as if it was completely normal to have a cow resting on his shoulder, pounding on his back. Finally resigning yourself to being carried like a little calf, Mosh carried you on to another building set behind the barn. It was a normal farm house, complete with an open porch with rocking chairs. The house reminded you of the farm you grew up on, sitting on the deck on long summer nights with your grandparents. Mosh opened the front door with a heavy hoof kick, breaking you from your thoughts. Stomping up the stairs, Mosh turned the knob to a large bedroom.

The room was sparsely decorated - it had one of the largest beds you had ever seen, the sheets and covers tangled up together. There was a door to an ensuite bathroom, a rather large bookshelf filled with older books, and a large wooden desk with an office chair. The only decoration on the wall was a mural of the same design you’d seen on the entrance to the farm, a jolly roger with a knife and red hair with goggles atop the head. Mosh set you down on your feet gently and plopped himself down in the office chair with a thud, spreading his thighs. You could see the bulge of his cock and heavy balls against his loincloth and it made you want to peek under to see the whole package.

“C’mon, little cow. Take off your clothes, lemme see what I’m working with,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his arms behind his head. His broad chest spread out, making you want to lick and bite his nipples. You’d done it a few times in the past but your other partners had been neutral or hadn’t liked it. 

“Right down to business then?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow. You crossed your arms across your chest again, though not in annoyance this time. Crossing your arms squished your boobs together slightly, showing off a little cleavage. You were already feeling horny and you wanted the experience to start sooner rather than later.

“I can smell the estrus on ya. It’s your choice - either take off your clothes now, or I’ll rip em off ya in about an hour when you beg me to,” he said with a shrug. His bluntness was a little surprising but it didn’t upset you. On the contrary, you found his upfront nature complimentary to your own. You couldn't stand when people beat around the bush or said things they didn't mean - anything that wasted your time was a crime in your opinion.

Looking over the satisfied bull, you decided to give him a little show, let him know he wasn’t the only person in the room with power. Sure, he was good looking, but you were the one with money and a job in the city. You started unbuttoning your blouse slowly, your fingers dancing their way elegantly to rid yourself of your button down. Letting the shirt hang open, you took your time to expose the even skin of your chest, untainted by cow spots and ran your fingers over your decolletage. Finally removing your arms from the sleeves of your shirt, you placed it on the bed, leaving you only in your bra, pencil skirt and heels. Mosh’s eyes were glued to you as you unzipped the zipper on the side of your skirt, slowly wiggling your hips from side to side in order to free your ass from the confines of your clothes. The skirt dropped to the floor and you stepped out of the pooled fabric towards him.

“No panties?” he asked, palming his massive erection over his loincloth. 

“Nope,” you said, popping your ‘p.’ “This has been on my mind all day, thought I would spare us both the time of taking them off,” you practically purred, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. You held the bodice across your chest as you slipped your arms out of the lacey affair, making sure you were still covered. Mosh watched you with rapt attention as you finally moved your arm, letting the bra fall to the ground. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as he took in the sight of your naked form. You didn’t want to say anything but having his complete attention was a heady experience. You’d long fantasized about a bull taking you during your estrus, unable to keep his hands away from your body as you both brought each other to repeated ecstasy. You walked your fingers down your legs towards the straps of the red shoes you’d worn as Mosh pulled on one of his horns for stimulation.

“Nah, keep the high heels on. Like those shoes,” he said, practically licking his lips. You leaned your weight onto one leg, thrusting out one well rounded hip to give him the full effect of you in your stiletto heels. They hurt your feet more than humans knew but damn, they made you feel good. 

“C’mere, wanna touch that soft skin,” he said, extending his arms to you. You were a little surprised you weren’t starting out on the bed but you’d let him call the shots this round. Your mind was in the pleasantly fuzzy phase of estrus where you were more open and agreeable to things you normally would be prickly about, like following someone else’s orders. You sauntered over to the bull in your sights, a pleased hum coming out of your lips. Just to do a little tease, you turned in a small circle to show yourself off before being within arm’s length. You thought you’d see the same heated look of desire as before, but now Mosh sported a frown. 

No one had ever given you that look upon seeing you naked before and you missed a step, almost falling into his lap. You stood before the half naked bull, putting yourself between his spread legs. He ran his rough hands up and down your sides, back, and ass, as if familiarizing himself with your body. He left your tits alone for the moment, much to your surprise and disappointment.

“Where’s your tail?” he asked, concern tinging his tone as his fingers felt along the base of your spine. 

“Oh, my parents had it docked when I was a baby. Y’know since I was born with no spots and no horns, they thought I could have a regular life,” you explained. Mosh turned you around and bent you over slightly, so you rested your palms on the large desk in front of you. You felt the breath coming out of his nose on your back as he examined the area.

“So no horns, no spots, no tail. What kinda cow you again?” he asked, his thumb rubbing over the scar where your tail had been. The action made you want to moan - no one had ever prodded at it before and you hadn’t realized how sensitive you were there. His thick fingers continued to work at it, making a tingle start low in your belly.

“J-jersey cow,” you replied, arching your back into his touch. He huffed against your skin once more before turning you around and sitting you on the edge of the desk, his large hands grasping you around the lower stomach.

“That’s sad,” he said as he scooted himself closer to you. 

“No it’s not, they wanted the best life for me that I could possibly have. They wanted me to -”

“To not be a hybrid,” Mosh said, finishing your sentence as he drew closer. You didn’t answer but tucked the sting of his statement away for later. Right now, all you could think about was that your tits were at mouth level and you hoped he was going to do something about it. Estrus was hitting you in full and you knew in about an hour you’d be whining and begging him for anything and everything he’d give you. 

“‘S alright, I’m gonna show you what a hybrid can do. Lay back,” he ordered. You were all too glad to comply, laying down against the cool grain of the desk. There were stacks of papers on the desk but you tried your best not to disturb them, along with some kind of medical equipment you couldn’t identify. He grabbed your ankles in his massive hands and hiked your legs over his shoulders, your heels a stark contrast to his spotted skin. 

“Lemme see that pussy that’s cryin’ for me. I can smell it practically weeping,” he murmured. You were glad he wasn’t trying to kiss your mouth or pretend what you were doing was anything other than a business arrangement. However, you were pleased as punch he was going to kiss your pussy. Sighing and putting your hands behind your head, you hummed as you felt his hot breath edge closer to your already wet pussy. 

“Lemme see this lil’ designer cunt,” he said as his roughened fingers spread your lips apart. He sucked in a breath against his teeth. “Shit, no hair? Lookit this cute little thing, you sure you’re not human?” he asked, biting the soft inside of a thigh. You smirked to yourself - part of your maintenance routine was a complete wax of all your body hair, including a full brazilian. Hybrid body hair was a little more wiry than a human’s and you didn’t want to risk it. Besides, it was worth it for a reaction like this.

“N-not humaaAAaahh~!” you started to protest that you weren’t human but were cut off by the longest, strongest tongue you’d ever felt parting your pussy lips. Mosh began lapping at you like a cat with a bowl of cream, licking you in long broad strokes and ending at your clit at the top. His tongue wasn’t exactly like a human’s, it was firmer and strong, not to mention the extreme length Mosh was currently using to his advantage. You were expecting some heavy petting to begin the ordeal but you weren’t complaining about having your pussy eaten like it was manna from heaven.

It felt like Mosh’s tongue was everywhere - the base grinding against your slit while the tip flicked against your clit. He spent what felt like half an hour teasing you, bringing you close to orgasm only to back off at the last moment. It was annoying but you guessed he was trying to prepare you for that giant cock you’d seen earlier. You moaned loudly and rolled your hips trying to get closer. If this was what you’d been missing with a bull, you were sorry for lost time.

Reaching up, you grabbed his horns to pull him closer as he started to work his tongue into you. The pointed heel of your shoe dug into his back but he hardly seemed to notice as the tip of his tongue breached your tight hole. Pushing it further in, he tongue fucked you as he used the tip of his nose to rub against your clit. Closing your eyes, you pulled harder on his horns as he worked you over. You felt your desire winding tighter inside and hoped he didn’t pull away at the last moment.

Which, of fucking course, he did. 

You wanted to stomp your foot but they were currently hiked over Mosh’s massive shoulders. “What the fuck?” you said, hitting your fist against the desk. Mosh picked up his head from between your thighs and grinned at you. You didn’t return it.

“So impatient. ‘S gonna take time so I don’t break ya in half. You’ve got nowhere else to go right now. Relax,” he said, pulling you to sitting again. But you couldn’t relax. In fact, you were angrier than you could remember being since the last time you’d lost a case in front of a judge. He started running his index finger up and down your slit slowly, teasing you further.

“Well, Mosh, ” you started to say in an overly patient tone as if you were speaking to a child, “I can’t relax. Right now I’m a little wound up because some one -”

“Didn’t give you what you wanted,” Mosh said, finishing your sentence with a grin as his finger tapped your clit. You wanted to punch him right through his teeth but refrained because you didn’t want to be left high and dry. “And why should I? You’ve been… difficult,” Most said with a twinkle in his eye. 

“Oh, you want to play that game? Have me beg with wide eyes and tears? Maybe on hands and knees?” you said, mimicking a sad and pathetic voice.

“Nah, I like you this way. Turn around,” he ordered, his hands already on you and pulling you to the floor. You were standing in front of him as he turned you around and bent you over the large desk, your torso pressed flat against the surface. One of his large hands settled on your mid back, keeping your skin warm despite the cool surface of the desk. Mosh scooted himself closer and you couldn’t help but wiggle in anticipation of his cock.

“Excited, eh? Gotta be patient, keep tellin’ ya,” Mosh chided with good humor, his fingers rubbing your skin. You waited for him to start rubbing your clit to prepare for the main event, but instead he moved a pile of papers to the corner of the desk away from himself and you. Your eyes flicked over the papers in a force of habit before you remembered where you were and that they weren’t your responsibility.

Before you could suck in a breath to start yelling at him, you heard the sound of a metal buckle being unclasped and Mosh stood up and leaned over you. He wasn’t covered in hair but his skin had a much rougher texture than your own. You felt his absolutely massive erection rubbing through your folds and the only thing keeping you from thrusting backwards onto it was his hand on your back. He shifted so that one of his hands was braced on the desk as the other fisted his girthy cock.

“I’m not small, so if you feel anything bad, you gotta let me know,” he rasped into your ear. He began pushing himself slowly into you as his thick cock speared through you. You’d been stretched before but nothing like this - it felt like there wasn’t even room for you to breathe as he continued nearly cleaving you in half. There wasn't anything in the world but Mosh's huge, fat cock as he rocked it slowly into your body.

“That’s it, such a good cow, take a little more, there ya go,” Mosh started to praise you in your ear as he used his free hand to rub at your clit. The praise slut in you rose to the surface as Mosh worked you open until you felt his heavy balls hit the backs of your legs.

“So wet for me, takin’ me so well,” Mosh cooed at you, continuing to rub at your clit. Your face was a little heated from the praise but you were still prone over the desk so it wasn’t like he could see. “Ya ever had a bull cock this big?” he asked. You groaned as he started rubbing the spot where your tail had been again while his other hand continued to rub small circles on your clit.

“N-no,” you moaned out, your cunt tightening around the massive cock within you. You couldn’t wait for the delicious feeling of his thrusts to begin as he….sat down in the chair, with you impaled on his cock. His thighs were so massive that sitting down spread your legs almost wider than was comfortable. You saw red but as you sucked in a breath to yell and scream at this slow-ass bull, he pinched both of your nipples so hard it scrambled your mind.

“Ow! That hurts!” you whined as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. 

“ ‘S supposed to, don’t want to hear more from you about wasting time,” Mosh snorted, keeping pressure on your nipples. His entire hands were cupping your breasts, squeezing and groping them as his cock sat within your tight channel. The feeling of being overfull was making you squirm on him as he continued to play with your tits. 

“Smell so fuckin’ good,” he said, leaning down to gently bite your shoulder. “Taste fuckin’ good too,” he continued as he kissed up towards your neck. You shifted your weight between your legs trying to feel some friction from his cock but the positioning of your thighs made it nearly impossible. One of Mosh’s arms wrapped around your middle while the other continued to pluck at your nipple. Mosh ground his palm against your lower stomach, making you arch forwards towards his hand. You could feel him pushing on his own cock as you kept shifting and moving. Sweat was beginning to drip down your forehead from the effort of keeping yourself still. 

“Feel me in there, little cow? Deep in ya? This is how you should be kept, fucked full of come by a bull night and day. Not stuck in some stuffy office, playing at being human,” he husked as you whimpered. 

“P-please, I need -” you didn’t want to admit it but you were nearly in tears. Mosh’s teasing combined with the cockwarming was making you feel like you were bursting at the seams - this was more intense than anything you’d ever taken before.

“I gotcha, little cow. Don’t worry, just needed to get ya used to me. Feels good, yeah?” Mosh asked you, running a hand down your back. Your chest was heaving, unable to catch your breath from the overwhelming sensations. 

“Y-yeah,” you said, an errant tear streaking down your cheek. You wiped it away before he could see the effect he was having on you. 

“Gonna make you feel better now, OK? Gonna take care of ya,” he murmured, still running his hands over your skin. “Just a few minutes like this, getcha warmed up for me. Wanna see what this pretty little pussy can do, don’t wanna hurt cha on the first round, yeah? It’ll be better for you if we take our time, none of that impatience,” You nodded, knowing he was right but still wanting more. 

He nuzzled into your ear and used his long tongue to lick up and down your neck and in your ear. One hand remained pressed against your stomach while the other errantly played with your tits. Eventually your breath evened out and you were able to sit on Mosh’s lap without scooting around every moment. Your eyes returned to the paperwork on his desk, noticing some legal documents with notes scribbled in the margin in clean handwriting.   

“Time’s up, I think you can take it. Made a mess of my thighs with your slick already,” Mosh said unexpectedly, pulling himself all the way out of you. You nearly cried from the loss of contact but Mosh quickly had you in his arms and moved you onto his desk, putting you on hands and knees. With the desk’s height, you were now perfectly aligned for Mosh to slide back into you, making you moan low in your throat. Mosh started to fuck you slowly, pushing himself into you inch by inch and removing himself at the same speed. You pushed your hips back but were met by his hands holding you in place.

“Easy, calm down. ‘S not a race,” he stated, unamused at your antics. You hummed but allowed him to set his slow pace. After a few long strokes, he began to move faster, thrusting himself into you fully. His long, hard cock was just the right length - long enough to give you what you wanted without causing pain now that he'd stretched you. You tossed your hair back and sighed from contentment. 

Reaching over you, Mosh grabbed the medical equipment off the corner of the desk. It was a medium sized gray box with two tubes coming out the side. If you didn’t know any better, you would have said it was a nebulizer. He flicked a switch on the side and grabbed two plastic cylinders that had been lying on the desk, attaching them to the ends of the tubes. The machine started to hum as the intermittent sound of air hissing filled the air. Before you could ask what it was for, Mosh pinched your right nipple and placed one of the cylinders over the hardened bud. The machine created a vacuum and the cylinder stuck in place, pulling your nipple gently every few seconds. It kind of felt like someone was sucking on them, but very lightly.

“Ever been milked before?” he asked, already pinching your other nipple. You shook your head as the machine started to rhythmically pull on both nipples. Mosh was slowly thrusting as he checked the fit and pulled on the cylinders to make sure they would stay. Once both cylinders were over the center of your areolas, he turned up the dial on the machine. Suddenly, the pressure increased as the milking machine pulled on your nipples while Mosh started fucking you faster. Mosh’s movements made the tubing bounce against your chest as his balls started swinging again. The harsh bite of the machine against your sensitive nipples was on the edge of pain but combined with Mosh’s pistoning it felt heavenly, though overwhelming.

“A-ah, n-no, this is too m-much -”

“You’re gonna like being milked, you’re a Jersey cow,” Mosh proclaimed while snaking a hand under you. His fingers rubbed and gently pinched your clit while he fucked you with his massive cock and the machine milked your tits. The milking machine felt like it was biting your nipples with the pressure and every thrust of Mosh’s cock had his juicy balls swinging against you. He picked up his pace, his every thrust hitting your cunt just right. You closed your eyes as you hurtled towards your first orgasm, an animalistic moan ripped from your throat as your walls clenched hard around the fat cock in you.

“ G’na come for me, little cow? G’na come all over this huge bull cock like the heifer you are?” Mosh teased you, rubbing your clit faster. “C’mon, you can do it. C’mon, come all over me like the messy, sloppy little cow you are,” Mosh said, giving your clit a light pinch. That was all it took for the band that had been tightening within you to snap as you screamed your first orgasm of the night. Mosh fucked you through your high, never stalling or missing a beat, just keeping that steady pace that was driving you to madness. Once you’d come back down, you grabbed one of the cylinders on your nipples and tried to pull it off. Mosh’s hand found your own and placed it back on the desk. He stuck the fingers that had been rubbing your clit into your mouth, which you accepted with a slack mouth. You were too burnt right now between the orgasm and your estrus to fight or argue so you sucked his fingers obediently.

“Oh, I’m not done with you, my little dairy cow. C’mere,” Mosh said, removing his fingers, grabbing you around the middle. He turned the machine down slightly but it continued to pull and tug on your now sore nipples. You whined but as his tempo picked up again all you could do was lower your shoulders to take what he was giving you. You weren’t usually like this with your partners but you weren’t usually being fucked by a massive bull while being milked.

“ Fuck! This pussy is nnh too fuckin’ aah good, can’t stop- can’t - need ta- hah hah, ”  Mosh babbled at you as his thrusts became more erratic. You were loving it, allowing yourself to be taken by a huge bull was one of your biggest secret fantasies. Mosh grabbed your hair in one fist, pulling your head back. The other hand spread your ass cheeks, his thumb starting to circle your tight back ring. You felt the budding of another orgasm as he fucked into you and pushed against your untried ass.

“G’na fuck you here too, little cow. You’re gonna be dripping from every hole,” Mosh grunted, his words sounding more like a promise than dirty talk. You panted back at him, unable to form coherent words as he worked you over. As he reached his peak, he stuck the tip of his thumb in your hole, which made you clench down on his cock in pleasure as you came again. He continued to pump into you, his hot ropes of come spurting deep within you. You weren’t worried, you were on birth control and had been for a long time. 

After giving you a few small thrusts, Mosh leaned over and turned off the machine. As Mosh grabbed the cylinders and gently tugged them off you hissed. During the act it had felt great to be milked but now your nipples were stiff and sore. You didn’t know how you were still on hands and knees - you wanted to collapse against the comfortable looking bed. Mosh scooped you up off the desk and you fell limp into his arms as he turned you over to inspect you.

“Still alive, little cow?” he asked, his cock somehow hard again and bobbing against your ass. His head dipped down as he captured a nipple in his warm mouth. You put your hands on his head to push him away but the way his tongue laved over your nipple actually felt pleasant. Instead you settled into his arms as he sat back down in the chair with you in his lap.

“Y’know, if we put you on the machine enough, your milk will come in,” Mosh stated, switching over to your other nipple. You hummed but the thought had your pussy pulsing in heat. “What? Ya didn’t know that?” Mosh laughed lightly. “Never been milked either, huh? Kinda fuckass bulls you been with before?” he asked teasingly. 

“Never been with a bull before,” you said with a shrug. Mosh’s mouth opened slightly as his eyebrows furrowed in the middle.

“Whaddya mean? You weren’t a virgin or anything -”

“No, no. I’ve had sex before, lots. Never with a bull though. Just humans,” you replied as Mosh settled you on his lap, a string of come dripping from your core onto his massive thighs.

“Shit. I didn’t - I woulda been easier on ya if I knew it was your first time,” he said, rubbing your shoulders sympathetically. Now was your turn for you to furrow your brow.

“Like I said, I wasn’t a virgin. Had loads of sex before -”

“Nothing like that though, I’m sure. No human can compete with a bull. You’ve probably been suffering every month because of your pride. Like I said, sorry,” Mosh said with real affection in his voice. You weren’t sure how to take his words - you didn’t want his sympathy or empathy but some part of you wondered if he was right.

“By the way, you don’t have to answer that cease and desist,” you said with a yawn while relaxing your head on Mosh’s shoulder. 

“What’s that?” Mosh asked with interest, for once not telling you to be patient or calm down.

“That cease and desist for loud sexual noise on your desk. It doesn’t mean anything, you can keep it for your records or throw it in the garbage. Farm land comes with farm noises, like hybrids and animals fucking,” you explained, now calm after your two massive orgasms.

“‘S helpful to know. You a legal assistant or somethin’?” he asked, still massaging your sore nipples.

“Lawyer,” you replied, not giving any more information than necessary.

“Hybrids can’t become lawyers,” Mosh replied, his tone a little more bitter than you were expecting.

“There’s no laws prohibiting hybrids from becoming lawyers. Most colleges will turn down hybrids based on their names or how they look or any reason they can find, but legally hybrids aren’t barred from the profession. I found a school that didn’t ask for my birth certificate and a few years later became a lawyer. No one knows I’m not human though,” you said sleepily. Mosh didn’t respond but picked up your limp body and brought you over to the bed.

“Hmm. Might have ya look over a few things later if you’re not too fucked out,” he said, taking the covers off the made bed and placing you on the sheets. He picked up one of your ankles and undid the clasp to your shoes with surprising delicacy. Throwing the expensive shoe over his shoulder, he repeated the same process to your other foot. You sighed in contentment as your feet were now free from the lovely looking but horrible feeling high heels.

“ ‘S fine, I’ll glance at whatever. But I don’t wanna waste my time sleeping,” you said as he covered you with a blanket. It smelled like sweet hay and reminded you of the blanket you kept from your old barn.

“Always about wasting time with you. Take a short nap, you’ll need it for what I’m going to do to you next,” Mosh said, spanking your ass with no heat. “Don’t cha want to see how you’ll look with a tail?”

“Don’t have a tail,” you mumbled, already drifting off. 

“You will in about an hour. Hope your ass is ready,” Mosh said with a smirk. You snorted but decided against arguing. You trusted Mosh would prep you and you were a little curious.

~

Roughly a half dozen hours later and you were leaking Mosh’s come from every hole. He’d thoroughly used your mouth, pussy, and ass, and you’d loved every minute of it. Your estrus had ended and it was the best one you’d ever had. You were in the bed he’d bent you over, had you ride him on, and had taken you in every position you knew. Stretching your arms and legs, you reveled in the soreness of your body and the knowledge that you’d been thoroughly and completely fucked out of your mind. Mosh had gone to shower and you sauntered into the steamy bathroom for a quick chat before you left.

“I gotta go, my time’s up,” you said, sitting yourself on the counter and letting your legs dangle.

“Could always stay for round two,” Mosh offered, soaping up his torso. You saw your lingering bite marks on his nipples and thought over his offer for a moment. It was tempting but you had a life to get back to.

“We already had rounds two through ten,” you replied, watching the suds run down his gorgeous body.

“I’ll see ya next time then. Don’t wax your hair off, I like ya natural,” he said, his cock starting to harden as he watched your naked form sitting on his bathroom counter.

“And what makes you think there’s a next time? Maybe I won’t come back next month,” you said, arching an eyebrow. Mosh just smirked at you, running a hand up and down his thick horns. He knew - and you knew - he was right. There would be a next time, you were already imagining it in your mind. You’d make the hike out to this shithole every weekend if you could get more of Mosh. 

“You’ll be back. See ya next estrus little cow. Don’t wax,” he said with another smile. You returned it and walked back to the main room and began to get dressed. It didn’t take long since you hadn’t worn all that much so you were done in about ten minutes. You yelled a quick goodbye to Mosh and opened the bedroom door, not bothering to put your painful heels back on your feet. Walking down the hallway through the main house, you heard sniffling coming through an open door. You slowed your walk - it wasn’t really your business but you’d always been a hybrid who supported hybrids so you wanted to lend a hand where you could. Pushing open the wood door a little more, you saw a tired looking orange cow hybrid sitting on the floor, sniffling as she cried quietly. Leaning against the door frame with your heels in your hands, you considered her for a moment. She looked up at you with some inscrutable emotion before returning to her thoughts.

“What’s the matter Red? Bad estrus?” you asked. 

“No. Don’t wanna be here,” the cow mumbled out.

“So leave? What’s the issue?” you pressed. It wasn’t really your business but the cow kind of reminded you of your younger cousins and maybe all of Mosh’s talk about being a hybrid had hit home for you.

“Can’t. They bought me,” the cow said, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand.

“They can’t buy you. It doesn’t work like that,” you automatically replied. You’d provided a lot of pro bono legal support anonymously to hybrids over the years as a way to assuage your guilt for blending in. You’d helped save hundreds of cows from situations they didn’t want to be in - the laws of guardianship weren’t well known and kept purposefully vague in order to subjugate hybrids. It had almost become your personal mission to help as my cows as you could escape from abusive farms and “owners.”

“Well they did. And now I can’t leave,” the cow stated, putting her head back down on her knees.

“Sure you can. C’mon, I’ll take you back to New World City. You know someone there?” you asked. The cow looked up at you with big eyes as you fished out your keys from your designer purse. Sure, this would be your first in person saving, but it wasn’t really any different than helping hybrids with legal advice.

“You’d do that? Really? But I - they’re gonna punish us. I tried getting out once and I got caught and -” you threw your keys up in the air and caught them in your palm.

“Baby, they’re only gonna punish you if they can catch you. Sure, I’m a lawyer now. But I used to be an ace driver - faster than lightning and just as unpredictable. Let’s hit it,” you stated with a wide smile. The cow’s eyes lit up as she stood and followed closely behind you.