A Bull

Within moments of me spotting the fourth figure, my phone started to buzz violently. Big red letters began to flash across its screen reading:

WARNING! FERAL! DANGER!

The files I had read on the way here flashed through my mind. "Ferals are domestic anthros that were **** to live in the wild and those that survived were usually crazy tough because of it. They were usually dangerous to humans due to their pasts, which often involved a human abandoning them, or an abusive owner forcing them to flee. They more often than not blamed humans for their troubles and wouldn't hesitate to end them." Wasn't that an uplifting take on humanity and our relationship with the other beings on the planet?

What to do, what to do? Ferals were a boon to ranchers that tamed them but was it worth the risk of fucking with it? You know what? I'll get closer, assess the situation, and go from there.

I crept over the fence, slowly and carefully, and got a good look at it, or rather him. He was an Angus bull, a black breed of meat cattle, or at least partially, as his face was white. A Herford, a red cow breed with a white face, or Simmental, a multicolored white-faced cow from Switzerland, cross by the look of him. He was huge and muscular, weighing in at around 2000 pounds. His eyes were lit with an almost human-like look of lust and cunning intelligence. It was unsettling, but I could almost relate. These three were attractive in ways one couldn't quite find in humans, naturally attractive without the prim and dressed-up bit humans had to do.

What my anthros appeared to be so keen on was his softball-sized nuts, which visibly churned as he approached, and his massive cock, which was nearly 2 feet long and swung almost menacingly as he arrived in front of Brooke. His eyes were glowing with a primal lust as he arrived, and Brooke's expression was equal parts fear and lust. It was odd. Seeing such a human loon on such an animalistic face.

Brooke got on her hands and knees and presented her ass for a pounding, eyes pleading, and was positively dripping with need at that point. However, he was too impatient, and instead of leaning down, he slid his arms underneath her. He raised her over his bitch breaker and slammed her down in an animalistic Full Nelson that looked somehow smoother and more natural than any porn videos I had ever seen. Unable to move, she struggled, but soon she just relaxed and let him fuck her, his massive cock able to comfortable breed her pussy due to its increased length.

I glanced at my phone from my hiding spot, looking at feral bull-taming posts that were successful in the past. There were two main ones, letting him fuck you and either dominating him or getting dominated by him. Yeah, no I was mortal and wasn't into dudes. I didn't have the accommodate trait so chances are I would be split down the middle by the long rod of bitch breaker. The other one was to beat him in a breeding contest. Essentially prove yourself his equal or superior by breeding another anthro when he was breeding one. That might work I mused to myself, smirking lustfully at Kayle, who sat enraptured at the sight before her.

I moved forward to the side of the bull. Once I got close, he glanced at me and let out a low moo. I stared back, putting on a facade of calm, but internally I was freaking out. Like you wouldn't when a bull the size of Pickup was glaring at you.

I moved toward Kayle and grabbed her horns. He bellowed and shook his massive head, obviously none too pleased that I was breeding this plump new female he had found. I just gave him a steady look as I shoved my cock into Kayle's tight cunt.
She let out a low bellow as I started to breed her. The bull's eyes showed a glimmer of recognition, and competitiveness as he redoubled his efforts. All at once I relaxed, he wasn't going to **** me, and I dare you to be stressed out when you're fucking a tight cowgirl pussy.

We pounded each of our respective females with vigor in a contest of stamina. The bull seemed to almost be smiling as he watched me pound her. Brooke whinnied as her eyes rolled back into her skull and Kayle's massive mammaries swung and leaked milk as I rammed my hips into hers.

After that, it gets a bit spotty, but two things remain clear. Give me a break, I bearly had sex before this whole thing and I got lost in the moment.

Sweat dotted our brows as we struggled not to release into the mind-broken females.

Though through sheer luck alone I managed to edge him out.

He bellowed as he released and I watched as Brooks's stomach swelled as he let loose a flood of semen into her waiting womb. I gasped as I came into Kayle's tunnels. I stood up on shaky legs, letting Kayle's limp body fall to the ground. Her tongue stuck out, and I gave her a few tender pats before looking at the big bull.

I walked up to the bull and looked up at his face. He leaned down and huffed, blowing warm air in my face. I smiled and he grinned back. I had won and proven his equal now, two alpha males on the same terms.

I smiled and gestured toward Camyron, beckoning him to follow me. He lined up behind her as she eagerly showed her thick fluffy cheeks toward him, but looked confused as I moved toward her front and whipped my recovering dick out. I eased my cock into her mouth, looking pointedly at her and he merely shrugged and continued.

I taught him the joys of oral that night while simultaneously getting drained by Camyron. Needless to say, we all woke up sore later.

I awoke the next morning covered in cum and sweat, with a deer draped over my chest and a horse lying by my head. The two cattle were a little ways away with the bull, who I had taken to calling Tauran, having his soft dick draped over Kayle's face.

I winced as I got up, body feeling like I had run a marathon. I showered and cleaned off several substances that I couldn't identify.

I walked back out, and I noticed Tauran had gotten up and moved, sitting underneath the tree that was by the tree on the edge of the grounds.

"So, you're sticking around, huh big guy?" I asked the bull.

He snorted

"Nice to have another dude around, at least '' I Muttered as I sat beside him.

He grunted as we fell into a comfortable silence.