Be Bred

No surprise here, you keep your peace. You’re too focused on the arousing milk pumps to pay that much attention anyways. You bite your lip as the rhythmic suckling lulls you into another world. The men behind you continue talking, but as far as you’re concerned, it’s just nonsensical blabbering. You continue to feel your precious vagina lubricate, dripping wet with your womanly nectar. Behind you you hear a loud screech of a rusted, poorly-oiled gate slowly being pulled, denoting that the gate is extraordinarily heavy. This noise is hard not to notice, and it annoyingly puts you out of your mindless hypnosis, entranced by the pumping of the large tank. You try to get back into your funk until you hear thunderous footsteps behind you.

But then they stop suddenly. A second layer you feel the weight of someone on year back as they land from their desperate leap. You can feel the warmth of their bare flesh, and soon the person, seemingly nude, scampers around your body until he rests on your hips, his arms out on your shoulders. You feel the length of a massive shaft rubbing against you clit, sending you into ecstasy. He shifts around, trying to line up his cock. He raises his hips, finds a hole and plunges in. His deep intrusion into your ass Iowa’s highly unexpectedly and highly painful as he uses no lubrication whatsoever. You begin to groan, mainly out of pain. The farmhand intervenes, pulling the bull out and directing him to your vagina.

“Ol’ Buckeye here sure ain’t the brightest… but I guess that’s what we want, don’t we? Plenty of stupid morons walking around town to easily be assimilated into the herd without any mental pushback…”

“Well I guess so! I never thought of that! I always thought it was just ‘cause he gets ‘em pregnant like THAT!”

You hear a loud snap behind you, and your bull, “Buckeye”, whips his head around. After a second more, he hungrily returns his attention to you. Having found your true womanhood, he slides his behemoth phallus in. He tightens his grip on your shoulders and begins rocking back and forth, slowly spearing you on his cock. Out of nowhere, he begins to rapid bounce on his cock, going balls deep. You let out a lewd moan at the intrusion and he continues his quest. He jumps you quickly, making you take his full length every time, rubbing your G Spot like crazy. Lastly, he somehow goes even faster than before, what you thought to be his top speed. Deep inside you he freezes, and a second later, you feel his thick ropes sail into your passageway. You finally, lose it, going over the edge in orgasm and let out a
“MOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Buckeye continues shooting his baby batter even 30 seconds after you came, and the farmhands walk around front.

“Buckeye always has plenty to share!”

One says, laughing. They begin to go around and shut off the milk pumps and remove them from everyone just as Buckeye pulls out, having ravaged your cow cunt and filled it with quarts of semen. Finally, as you’re let out of the stockade and back into your fours, you collapse, feeling weak from the abusement you just happily endured. Laying on the ground exhausted, one of the farmers leashes your collar and says

“Yeah, I guess we kind of screwed you over with Buckeye, huh? He tends to do that to every cow he breeds. We just wanted to back sure you had a calf in the oven as soon as possible, and that’s what Buckeye does best.”

“Who the hell am I talking to? You’re a slutty cow! You probably don’t even know what I’m saying! Let me translate: Moo!, you dumb cow!”

Seemingly agitated out of nowhere, the farmhand leashes you by your collar, dragging you over towards an area filled with wooden stalls, attempting to match the atmosphere of a barn. He leads you to a vacant stall, Stall #867, and leads you in. He unhooks your leash and says

“Tomorrow we’ll be all through, and thank God for that!”

The farmhand begins to walk away.