Holstein and Fresian

"I'll take the Friesian mare and the Holstein cow please." He nodded, and taking two halters off the wall next to him, he ambled over to the pens. As he brought out the black mare, she whinnied a greeting to me. She was gorgeous, her tits each a steady D cup and her entire body toned and fit. Walking over just as slowly to the next row he entered a pen 3 rows down and brought out a shy looking cow. Her black and white hide highlighted her brown eyes, but the real eye catcher was her f cup breasts and perfect birthing hips. Holsteins were one of the most productive dairy breeds in the world after all. Now you may be asking yourself "Why waste your discount on two common domestics?" The answer is simple really. I could use the leftover money from the guild donation and renovate my uncle's old place.

I waved at the man who drove me here (whom I later found out was named Barry) as he pulled around the lot. After briefly inspecting the two, he waved them into the truck.

As I settled down, he handed me two vials.

"Your uncle's special fertility ****," he explained. "The recipe is in the house we're heading to."

The tour of my uncle's ranch was brief and fairly straightforward. A two story farmhouse, a tin barn and a set of corrals.

My real interest at the moment was not the property itself, but its new contents. The two anthros I had purchased were lazing about the corrals. The horse was trotting around, obviously bored while the cow was sleeping peacefully on a pile of straw in the corner.

The mare noticed me first, and slowly trotted up to me, her chocolate eyes full of lust. Her tits bounced alluringly and I backed up slowly, slightly uncomfortable. I mean, I had barely fucked human women let alone a busty horsegirl.

She kept coming forward, her pussy gushing with apparent need. As she reached me and trailed her hands down my chest, her thick nails slowly tearing away at my shirt. I was absolutely beet red at this point.

Stumbling backward, I slipped underneath her and caught a great view of her dripping slit. Moments later as I stood back up and dusted myself off, I noticed a strange glint in her eye. The reason for this became apparent when she turned around and whinnied at the cow, who got up and looked at us curiously. After she got a hold of the situation, she moved to block the main gate, while the horse blocked the gate heading toward the rest of the pens. Never mind the fact I could climb the metal fence, I was obviously being given an ultimatum. Choose one to fuck and I could leave.