The Bull is Three for Three AND Strange Texts AND Stranger Updates to Terms & Conditions

The first two members of Naomi’s team had fallen quickly to the pair.

Aoi had responded to Naomi’s text, she had asked whether it was appropriate to arrange an Uber to get them away from the Sunny Day Mall property altogether. Naomi had said that was a good plan even as Team GraNaomi had descended on her location.

When Grant and Naomi entered the maze of senior management offices, a hush enveloped them—a stark contrast to the cacophony of the main floor. Naomi’s designer heels clicked rhythmically on the polished floor, whilst Grant’s eyes, keen and searching, betrayed nothing of the taut anticipation coiling within, though his cock was as hard and stiff as an obelisk.

As they walked down one of the Senior Staff office corridors without warning, the door to the Legal department swung open, and there emerged Aoi, she had her phone in hand and seemed to be frantically negotiating where to meet with an Uber Driver. Seeing Grant, she immediately realised the betrayal but said nothing as she stumbled back into the Legal department cluster of offices.

"The game is up, Aoi," Naomi chimed, almost playfully, as Grant stepped forward and extended the Breeding Pass with the casual grace of checkmating an opponent in chess.

Five minutes later the twenty-four-year-old was flat on her back, bob haircut awry, her spectacles askew and whimpering as Grant filled her pussy, with his third fertile load in less two hours.

Aoi had moaned in pleasure at the end, finally eager to accept the life-giving sperm, but was crestfallen Grant kissed Naomi deeply afterwards, barely acknowledging the junior Brand Associate. Naomi found herself immensely aroused, and proud even, of Grant as he had ploughed the young woman. He was being true to his nature in planting his seed. The truth was the new potential he had put in Aoi was more than the younger woman could ask for.

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Rina had been caught when Grant’s sharp ears heard the beep of an electronic lock being engaged around a corner. Grant winked at Naomi and they had quickly doubled back. motioned for stealth. The only door with an electronic lock in the Senior management office area was the Promotions and Materials room.

With a swift movement, Naomi pushed the door wide open. Rina, who had been crouching behind a stack of promotional materials, leaped up with a startled squeak. Her smile was as quick as her reflexes, recognizing the game was up as she eyed the Breeding Pass in Naomi’s hand.

"You found me," Rina said, her voice a mix of concession and jovial challenge. "I guess it's my turn, then?"

Naomi nodded, surprised that the girl was not as panicked as the others.

In fact, the corner of the twenty-two-year old’s mouth curled up in an appreciative smile as she saw Grant’s cock come ambling into view, blocking the only escape.

Rina darted forward, ducking past a filing cabinet in an almost playful last-ditch effort to evade the inevitable but she was no match for Grant's reach who, in a swift and gentle motion, presented the Pass to Rina.

The young woman had seemed utterly turned on by the prospect of being bred by the Regional Accounts Lead and had eagerly grasped the pass, not even stripping off entirely but simply moving her panties aside to let Grant free access.

Naomi had no idea whether Rina had always harboured a secret desire to be fucked by Grant or whether it was being fertilised that has aroused her. Then again, the young woman had also hidden, so perhaps it was the being caught that made her wet. When Grant finally deposited his semen in her belly the girl with the pixie cut had bucked wildly, her small body moving as though it was trying to suck the seed out of his cock. They had left her in the Products and Materials room a warm smile on her face staring at wonder at the cum dribbling from her cunt. And Naomi was still non-the-wiser, though perhaps it was simply that Rina saw this as her chance to grow life from a strong river.

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Mika on the other hand gave them trouble.

The fiery headed Junior Brand Manager was a tall and slender figure. She had a cool light elegance and optimism to her, that matched Naomi’s somewhat darker pragmatism. At 26 she was five year’s Naomi’s junior but Naomi had learnt that she had a mind like a steel trap. She would no doubt go places within the Wet “N” Antics Corporate hierarchy, and represented a real danger of replacing Naomi even without the Breeding Day.

Unless of course she could be induced to trip on a sperm-stumbling-step provided by Grant.

And so, the pursuit for Mika had become a mind game. At one point Grant saw her fiery tress flare briefly past an office window, only for the cunning woman to double back and slip past the pair.

When Grant and Naomi used their numerical advantage to split, and sweep the Senior Staff offices from two different directions, Mika had, had an answer.

The couple had come together when they heard Mika’s distinct ring tone she used coming from the Main boardroom, situated at the far side of the Senior Staff Offices. They had driven their quarry into a dead end and now obviously the woman had blundered, revealing her hiding space by not turning her phone to silent. But when the couple entered, they realised too late that Mika had already been to the boardroom and purposefully abandoned her phone. She had replaced her phone’s alarm-clock tone with her usual ring tone. And then set a timer for three minutes.

As Grant and Naomi spun on their heels to double back, Mika darted out of a nearby room and sped out of the Senior Staff offices altogether.

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11:35 am Sunny Day Mall. Floor 6. Head Office of Wet “N” Antics Corporation.

Company Cafeteria

Grant and Naomi tore through the corridors, after their redheaded prey.

As the only viable exit from the Senior Staff offices Mika was drawn inexorably through the company's spacious cafeteria. Grant and Naomi followed, albeit Naomi falling behind being neither as quick as Grant or Mika and also wearing heels!

The cafeteria was a large, open space, known for its Wet 'N' Antics branding touches. The room was whimsically adorned with soft blue tones and wall decals of gentle waves that added a playful splash without descending into farce. The space was meant to serve not just as a place for coffee and casual dining, but also as a culinary hub where creativity was supposed to mingle with sustenance. In this instance however Mika had no intention of mingling with any creativity Grant had to offer!

As Grant entered from the Senior Staff offices, the scent of freshly-ground coffee hung in the air like an unkept promise. He noted that the cafeteria was uncharacteristically quiet for this time of day. Around 11:30 would normally be seeing the first employees beginning to drift in for morning coffee or take brunch if they had been in very early. Today though, almost exactly two hours after Breeding Day had begun in Wet “N” Antics office, most employees who hadn’t managed to leave the 6th floor altogether were either barricaded in their offices or balls-deep in the bedlam of the Breeding Pass debauchery.

Grant scanned past the cash registers, now unmanned, and the array of quirky, water and fish-themed chairs that lay vacant. His keen eyes darted from the serving stations to the kitchen pass-through, the usually bustling area now devoid of anyone.

Grant glimpsed the fiery mane disappearing behind the service door to the kitchen and footsteps echoing off the tiled floors. Grant followed.

The kitchen loomed large and empty, stainless-steel surfaces cold and clinical in their abandonment.

Inside a movement and grunting caught his attention, but it was just Karl and Spencer, two of the onsite chefs fucking Becky and Lori the two front-facing cafeteria staff who were in on the weekend. Grant remembered that the unfortunate girls were the only two non-Japanese women onsite but by no means had that made them immune to the effects of the Breeding Pass.

Ignoring the horny foursome, he navigated through prep stations and commercial ovens, the maze of worktables and sinks a metallic forest in which their quarry could easily disappear. Grant had never been into the kitchens before and was frankly surprised at their scale. Mika's trail had gone cold. No clatter of utensils or slam of doors gave her away.

Grant exited via the far side of the kitchen back into the public area and saw that Naomi had entered the cafeteria. “Sorry I lost her,” he said.

Naomi, pursed her lips but nodded. She knew Grant would not have let Mika go easily. “Well, she didn’t double back, so that just leaves the R&D offices,” Naomi assessed.

Grant grunted in irritation. The R&D space was not going to be an easy place to look for anyone.

He opened the door, and his fears were confirmed. The R&D wing of Wet 'N' Antics was a sprawling mass that represented a more or less harmonious marriage of corporate office and creative laboratory. The vast area was segmented into clusters of cubicles, breakout areas for impromptu gatherings, and the occasional glass-walled laboratory where prototypes and designs came to life.

Each enclave of cubicles was a mini-labyrinth, with tall partitions creating a warren of walkways that turned the simple act of finding a colleague into an ordeal. Separated from this maze of cubicles, the dedicated lab spaces stood out with their sterile and precise setup, housing sophisticated equipment and ongoing experiments.

In addition, scattered strategically were open spaces filled with bean bags and soft, modular furniture – breakout areas designed to foster collaboration. Now, these havens served as the perfect hideouts for those staff who wished to elude, or as ambush points for the would-be breeders.

And just to complicate Grant and Naomi’s search further it was now this elaborate terrain that acted as principal battle ground in the next phase of the Wet “N” Antics Breeding Day. The orgy of debauchery unfolded with a frenzy of energy. The female employees, who hadn’t been bred by this point were a self-selecting group and were by definition armed with quick wits and quicker steps. But this by the laws of sexual competition made them inherently more desirable to be caught and bred.

Some of the women were evading their pursers using their physical prowess, leaping over obstacles, their evasion tactics seemingly practiced and graceful. Their male counterparts matched the challenge, strategizing and coordinating in pursuit, and there was always the principal animated snap of laminated Breeding Passes clapping as they closed in on their targets.

Other women, had gone to ground, finding ingenious hiding spots, or riskier still, even pretending to have already been bred and attempting to bluff their way out of the area.

But of course, many women, even if their wombs had been sheltered from the initial storm had eventually been run down. For example, off to Grant and Naomi's left they could clearly see into a R&D laboratory where a coterie of determined males had sought out a cluster of what remained of the fertile females who could possibly produce some unexpected litters. Now cornered the women were being vigorously fucked, the men claiming their right to plough fertile pussies.

“Shit,” muttered Grant, “Mika will be a ball-ache to find in here.”

“Maybe she’ll get herself bred anyway,” said Naomi nodding her head to the glass panelled laboratory where the women were being railed, “I wouldn’t count on it,” said Grant not so hopeful, "she’s a wily one.”

At that moment a man wondered past, in office attire but his cock hanging out, glistening from its latest conquest. He noticed Naomi and optimistically held up his Breeding Pass, oblivious to the towering Grant. Naomi shook her head in dismissal.

“Fuck off Clive,” Grant growled and the man moved on.

As they prepared to plunge into the roiling sea of sexual-competitive fervour, the sharp ping of a text message arrested their advance. Naomi’s expression tightened as she pulled her phone from her pocket and saw Keiko’s name emblazoned across the screen.

“You’re not paying attention,” the text from Keiko read, a wry undercurrent to her typed words. “You two might want to double-back to the cafeteria.”

Naomi shared the message with Grant, the subtext of Keiko's words hanging between them. They knew this was either a clue or a cunning misdirection. But also, how would Keiko even know where the fuck they or Mika were?

With a silent nod of agreement, they backtracked to the cafeteria, eyes combing through the desolate food area once more, examining each detail that might have been overlooked in their prior haste.

The cafeteria, now under a more exacting scrutiny, revealed its secrets. There, nestled between the bulky coffee roaster and the adjacent supply cupboard, was the most unsuspecting of hideouts. Mika had repurposed a Hollow, an oversized novelty coffee cup designed as part of a marketing stunt for oversized drinks, which stood on a small plastic plinth. With its hollow interior and a small hinged opening cut out for promotional photos, it was at the same time both large enough to hide in and innocuous enough to be discarded at first glance.

Mika had slipped inside, concealing herself within the giant cup which, from the outside, remained an unassuming component of the café’s décor. The only hint of her presence was the cup’s lid, placed askew to allow for ventilation, almost imperceptible to anyone not searching with meticulous care.

Naomi and Grant approached, grudging admiration gracing their features at the junior Brand Manager’s ingenuity. With a soft tap on the prop, signalling the game was up, they prepared to extend the Breeding Pass to Mika.

Naomi and Grant, their expressions a blend of respect and competitive resolve, approached the quirky hiding spot. As Naomi's hand lifted to deliver the decisive tap, Mika made a last move. With a sudden, decisive motion, Mika shoved against the walls of the Hollow from the inside out. The giant cup, caught off-guard by the **** of her push, and the plinth not being the most stable surface for it in the first place rapidly wobbled precariously. For a disorienting moment, Naomi and Grant could only look on, their poised Breeding Pass forgotten, as the balance tipped and the oversized plastic advertising prop toppled over with a thunderous clatter, the lid flying open.

Mika seized the moment to spring out with the urgency of a sprinter out of the blocks. She was a red streak of calculated emergency, dashing towards the doorway that would spill her into the network of offices surrounding the R&D department.

Grant and Naomi, momentarily disorientated by the falling faux ceramic and the loud reverberation that filled the cafeteria, took a split second to process the pandemonium. Then they recovered quickly. Grant crossed the cafeteria in seconds mere feet behind Mika, who nonetheless was nearly at the threshold of the R&D department.

Then her luck took a turn. In her haste, she mis-stepped and hit an errant patch of slickness on the cafeteria floor. Normally such mess would be the responsibility of one of the cafeteria staff to clean up but unfortunately Becky and Lori were right now getting having their cunts flooded with the kitchen staffs other secret sauce.

Mika’s foot skidded, she cursed as for a fraction of a second, her flight was interrupted. It was the moment Naomi and Grant needed. With a few long strides, Grant closed the remaining short distance, reaching out towards Mika with the Breeding Pass in hand.

Mika's recovery from her mishap was nearly perfect, but as she regained her balance at the R&D department's threshold, Grant's hand found her shoulder, and with a firm but gentle pressure, he halted her escape.

Almost involuntarily she turned, flinching as she did so

“Mika Kobayashi, I am going to fuck you!” Grant said a surge of anticipation at having finally caught the elusive woman.

Naomi caught up to her underling and low-key rival “Long runs the fox huh Mika?”

“Shit!” swore Mika, unbuttoning her jacket as Grant pushed her through the doorway into the R&D department. Mika kicked off her shoes as she went. Physically she wasn’t resisting but her body language told a different story. She allowed Grant to quickly lead her over to a breakout space.

“Why Naomi? Why all this effort to get me?” the red head threw her question over her shoulder with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. "You know how much I've worked for my position. Being tagged with one of these... Breeding Passes, it makes a mockery of everything I've built. Why go to such lengths to catch me?"

Naomi regarded Mika with steady eyes, "It's not personal, Mika," Naomi began, her voice even. "But today is a test of mettle, cunning, and strategy. Just like in the market. Just like with every project we handle. We both know HQs approach to pregnant women, especially those you want to advance further up the ladder. Right now my "Brand" is looking somewhat overused compared to yours. Grant will kindly fix that."

"But at this cost?" Mika countered, her stature regaining some of its usual confidence, even as she took off her jacket and let it fall to the floor. She glanced briefly at Grant’s chiselled torso, her eyes lingering on the man who would shortly stud her, "there's a line, isn't there? Weren’t we on the same side?" she said addressing Naomi again.

Grant noted that even as Mika slowly began to be overcome by the power of the Pass, her focus wasn’t on him; the man about to breed her, but the female who had orchestrated it. To his mind it showed a level of resistance, no matter how slight, or how inevitable her impregnation still was, against the power of the Breeding Pass that no others had yet shown. This impressed Grant. Emotionally in his heart Mika did not compare in the slightest to Naomi but unlike Aoi or Rina, or even Hana she was still worthy of some respect.

Naomi stepped closer, lowering her voice. "This is nature Mika, there are no lines in nature only consequences, and the only side for me now is him,” she said nodding at Grant.

They led Mika to a breakout spot, a semicircular arrangement of a small sofa and a couple of chairs and a few oversized beanbags. Mika was tall for a woman but a good five inches shorter than Grant, she looked up at him, a compulsion making her grasp his hips.

“Gods,” she said, “I received a shū (exemplary) grade in Economics from Tohoku University, this is so stupid!” she pulled Grant down by his two lanyards and kissed him, Grant took her in his arms for a moment, reciprocating, before breaking the kiss. "Brand Managment was only ever a stepping stone," she spat bitterly.

“Seats, or beanbags,” Grant said ignoring her complaints whilst giving the woman a choice in where she would be fucked, a small concession to the respect she had earned, “beanbag" she answered and he threw her down into the plush folds of the oversized soft furniture.

“Grant-san,” she said pleadingly, but the haze was building rapidly now and she couldn’t find the words to articulate why having his baby was such a terrible idea.

Instead, her hands scrambled under her long dress, she hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her panties, she tipped herself up and over so her legs faced the ceiling and slipped her panties off, then bustled up her skirt, exposing her pussy to him. Even increasingly overridden by the Pass she had the presence of mind not to ruin her outfit.

But Grant did not enter her immediately. He had some respect for her yes, but she had also **** a passionate kiss from him in front of Naomi. He had to show his mate that this female could never steal his heart. Despite her entreaty for him to begin, he grasped Mika's skirt by its hem and in one savage movement ripped it asunder, soon shirt, and bra were likewise discarded in torn disarray. In a few moments the redhead had been forcibly stripped naked. She looked to Naomi windering what she would make of her partners savagery but with dismay she saw from Naomi's face that the Brand Manager thoroughly approved of Grant' humiliation of her. Mika understood then that her status as an up and coming professional was entirely irrelevant compared to her imminently becoming their breeding-bitch; and to her shock on some level she agreed.

Grant lifted Mika's legs up so that they straddled over his shoulder's while her back was pushed down into the beanbag. Her wide spread legs presented him with the opportunity to penetrate into her. A smile crossed his face as from the sidelines Naomi waved Grant forward. Mika felt a surge of lust course through her as with a single hard thrust he entered her. Mika's legs spasmed around Grant, pulling his body deep into her cunt. He set a steady pace as he fucked her, one large hand roughly fondling her breasts as he took his pleasure knowing he was going to claim her womb.

After the first few strokes of his massive cock buried to the hilt in her tight cunt Mika gave in to a flood of powerful orgasmic moans. As the exquisite pleasure rolled through her body she grew quieter and softer, her breathing became deeper, her body responding more to her primal instincts than anything else.

"Oh Grant, Grant..." Mika cried.

Naomi was kneeling at his ear then, "you're never more powerful than in this moment Grant, you're creating two lives! Fuck her, fuck her so it's you she thinks of when she touches herself," Naomi saw no contradiction in wanting Grant to herself and yet also having him give Mika an indescribably pleasurable fuck. There was something supremely erotic for the raven-headed woman in knowing Mika would never again be fucked like this whilst Naomi would have Grant any night she wished.

Grant picked up his pace now, his right thumb reaching down to flick Mika's engorged clit, and her moans became screams. She bucked against him and soon she found herself shaking violently. One hand reached up desperately clawing in overwhelming aching pleasure, she grabbed at the lanyards around his neck and involuntarily pulled them, their plastic clasps coming apart and first one then the other going flying off.

Naomi, ran her hands across her breasts as she watched Grant bring Mika to climax again and again.

Eventually, Grant's balls were ready to erupt, a moment later the invigorating familiar sensation of release overwhelmed him and he felt himself surging deep inside Mika's womb, just as Mika herself erupted from a final volcanic crescendo of energy and ecstasy, convulsing beneath Grant.

A few feet away, unnoticed to anyone Grant’s Breeding Pass glowed as his seed flowed into the fifth woman that day.

Across the top of the 'Breeding Pass' a new titled had emerged 'Level Up'.

"Congratulations you have Levelled Up!

You have Reached Breeding Level 2: Human Stud. Replaced. See below.

Prerequisites

• Choose Impreganted woman as life-mate – Naomi Kato

• Impregnate 4 other females for protection and honour of life mate.

• Disregard responsibility to become baby-daddy for any impreganted female other than life-mate.

UNLOCKED – Level 2 Life Coven Protector Prestige Class: Human-Bull (Human Bull Replaces Human Stud).

Reward:

We are glad to reward all high-performing men of the Sunny Day Mall Breeding Event. We understand protecting your life-mate is a difficult responsibility. Breeding is a blunt tool for this purpose. Therefore, until the Breeding Day is done:

• You are immune to standard Breeding Pass requests except in exceptional circumstances where your life-mate requires and is able for you to breed her again.

• You may relinquish your Breeding Pass claim request over any female you have made such a request to, up to and until climax. Climax will still result in irrevocable pregnancy.

• From the point of Reaching Level 2 any females you make a Breeding Pass claim to or provide one a Breeding Pass to you are aware you are able to also relinquish your claim; and you able are to resist their Breeding Pass requests respectively. i.e You may wish to negotiate more favourable terms with such females to better protect your life-mate.

At the bottom of the Pass, it now read:

IMPORTANT: Due to the Human Bull Subclass progression having a strong danger of veering into Tyrant Dark Magic, your level progression has been capped at Level 2 until you seek out an appropriate Live Coven tutor. If you do not find a Life Coven tutor by the end of Breeding Day your Magical Energy will be returned.

The card glowed under the coffee table for a moment before returning to “normal”. Unless anyone looked again at the writing Grant’s progression to Human-Bull would remain unrecognised.

Long moments passed; eventually Grant got unsteadily to his feet while Mika lay sprawled naked on the bean bag breathing heavily, contemplating how she would structure her new life that Grant had thrust upon her.

Naomi nodded satisfied, taking a moment to savour her junior rival's defeat. Then she tapped Grant on the shoulder and kissed him on the cheek, “Come on we need to find the Breeding Pass, it went flying!

It took them a few minutes searching amongst the office furniture to find it. Eventually Grant had had to get down on his hands and knees before he saw it under a coffee table. Reaching out he pulled the cloth of the lanyard to him. He, took a second glance at the Breeding Pass, the colour seemed different…

Suddenly a flash of red, and flesh caught his eye and he looked up.

Breasts. Large breasts.

Through a gap in the cubicles and breakout areas Grant could see across the R&D department. Standing as clear as day was Keiko Tanaka wearing the skimpiest of red micro bikinis that barely contained her lovely and voluptuous form. She was arguing with Tyler Johnson, gesticulating wildly and in particular pointing at her vulva. The sales rep shrugged and a moment later she snatched Tyler’s Breeding Pass from him.

“Naomi,” Grant said not taking his eyes off of Keiko’s heavenly body as she argued with Tyler, “you said it was Keiko that was texting you right?”

“That’s right my dear,” said Naomi still searching for the Pass she was unaware Grant already had.

“I don’t think that can be right. Unless she has found an ingenious or unhygienic place to store it, she doesn’t have a phone. Also I think Tyler’s already fucked her.”

Naomi looked over, and followed Grant’s gaze to the senior Product Engineer. Naomi scowled, “then who the fuck has been sending us messages?”