Mature Woman → Stud-Bull-Viewer's Happy Breeding Mate

I just... I can't anymore. I give up. What do I even do at this point? What, you're beaming a recommendation at me? Fine, whatever: fuck it.

'Mature Woman' becomes 'Stud-Bull-Viewer's Happy Breeding Mate' and I barely have enough time to take in just how royally I've just been fucked when---

--the camera hiccups and flickers and--

--my pants feel itchy and uncomfortable and suddenly aren't there and--

--my legs swell with strength and kick away my chair and---

--the camera resolves and... what's a camera? It doesn't matter---

(stud-bull-viewer's happy breeding mate, dumb horny cow, huge milky udders, long purple hair, tidy ponytail, lactating, cow bikini, "Most Fertile" prize-cowbell, cow tail, kneeling in a milking stall)

Exit: Paul the Stud-Bull

---heat roars through my body as I let go of the weird messages in my head, instinctively thrashing and snorting. My tail lashes, catching the edge of the door as I'm walked down the stall by my handler, breathing deeply and smelling the fertile cow at the end of the stables. I feel my long, hard cock bounce with my steps, and it happens to catch the ass of the female not-a-cow leading me on. She's not fertile, but she's smells similar enough to the cow I nearly go for it.

"Woah there, Paul," The female says, her words mostly flying over my ears due to the lust clouding my mind, but her pitch and cadence draws my attention regardless as she places more distance between us. "I know you're excited buddy, but I'm not a cow woman. Trust me, you're gonna love the mate we got you for a lot more than a scrawny vanilla lady like me."

It's all just yapping to me, but I can tell the female leading me on's not a good, fertile cow so there's no point in pursuing her. Yet. Hmph. Another handler joins the female; this one male. He takes the lead from her and she steps off to start handling some latches on a gate. My mate's beyond it, I can tell.

"You just had to lead the big guy in yourself, didn't you Molly?" The male chides, mockingly, happily?

The female isn't amused. "I had it handled, James." The female says. She sounds angry. Upset. I jerk, and the male takes an uneasy step away. Hmph. What a weakling.

"Oh yeah, so that's why you waved me over huh?" The male postures. Ridiculous. The fear's still there in his eyes as he looks at me, as it should be, if he keeps staying between me and my females.

"The last time you were between Penny and a stud you about hopped into the rafters," The female chides, still unamused. Like a mother with an unruly calf. My heart beats, and I try to pull away from the male's grip again, but he holds me fast.

The female steps over to another stall latch as the male leads me in, before carefully climbing up and over the wall to shut it behind me. "It's not like Paul's a real cow, big boy that he is. You'd have plenty of time to get out of the way, you know?"

"Fuck, Molly," You sure won't at this rate, but keep saying it anyway. Just give me a reason, "look at him! Sure he's just a couple hundred pounds instead of a few tons but the studs like him are built like a brick house, and this's the biggest one you've gotten yet!"

"Yeah yeah," The female dismisses, as she gets ready to open the latch. "Let him go after I get clear, alright?"

"Sure, whatever."

The female unlatches the stall, then leaps up the fence in an impressive display of agility. She's not a real woman, but I like the fitness. But, behind the door as it swings open...

There she is, big meaty tits with big meaty thighs, leaning forward with a big happy grin on her face. The handlers have some of that stupid 'cloth' stuff on her teats and groin, but I'll take care of that soon enough. The male handler yelps as I surge forward, pulling him back into the pen with me as I go before he releases the lead, but he doesn't matter anymore. He's smart enough: He'll stay out of the way.

The dumb woman in the stall moos pleasantly as I step forward and push her into the straw. Her composure breaks quickly as I tear the cloth from her groin and get to work. Distantly, I hear the handlers have a conversation as they walk off but that shit doesn't matter to me. I'll get to the fake woman later, maybe, if she tests me like that again.

For now, I've got seeds to plant.

[AN: And there we go. The names of Paul's handlers might be a little familiar to the discerning eye. Hopefully this didn't stray too far into territory I've been trying to avoid.]