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It was midday when the first drops fell from the vaulted sky. Ketonai was crouching in the waist-high grass, the young bull digging for some breadroots where their purple flowers had caught his eye. He felt those fat drops land on his muzzle, smudging his tribal paints, and looked up. Half of the blue sky was clear and bright, while the other was blotted out by a wall of black clouds rising up from the west. Already, Ket could see the sheets and curtains of rain falling from those dark clouds. The rains were here.

Ket grabbed his basket from the ground, hurriedly finished digging his breadroot, and then turned south toward the village. Raindrops fell around him with increasing frequency, and distantly he heard thunder rumble through the cool, springtime air. The slender bull's black pelt blew in the wind as he sprinted through the tall grass. He knew that soon, all around him would be flooded with water. Already, his people had moved to the mesas, out of the low-lands in preparation for the rainy season. Still, the gathering was better in the low-lands, so he and the other harvesters still foraged there until the season of rain started.

As he sprinted, Ketonai noticed other foragers around him. The other bulls were hurrying home as well, their long legs pumping as they worked to outrun the rain. The droplets fell faster and faster with every passing moment, more and more of the blue sky being engulfed beneath those bruise-colored clouds. Some of those bulls were older than he, a few, younger. This season was the first for Ket as an adult, having received his clanmark only a few months prior. He no longer lived and slept in his parent's yurt, having built one of his own now. Ket's heart pounded as he ran, but not from exertion. This was his first rainy season as a grown bull, and as such, would be his first season sharing his yurt with a huntress...

In the distance, Ketonai could see the rocky humps of the mesas standing out white and green against the black backdrop of the cloudy sky. He was almost home. It was a good thing too, as he was starting to splash through mud and puddles of water as he ran. He was soaked through now, his clanmark the only marking permanent enough to survive the downpour. The rest of his painted marks ran from his fur beneath the rain. His fur was washed clean, his people believing that allowing the rain to wash away the paint during the rainy season was symbolic of the cleansing and renewal that the torrential downpours brought with them.

By the time Ketonai was climbing the rope ladders up the side of the mesa, and crossing its many bridges zigzagging up its pale stone facade, the young bull was wet and clean from head to toe. His loincloth was heavy with rainwater, sagging around his shapely hips as he pulled himself up the last ladder and into the village. The rain was pouring, cascading in waterfalls and rivulets over the sides of the mesas. His people were hurrying into their yurts, rounding up the calves into the communal longhouse. Ketonai hurried to his personal yurt, the young bull's heart thrilling and his gut full of butterflies. Not every new bull got chosen by a huntress their first year, but Ketonai hoped. He had always looked up to the strong, muscular cows. They hunted the beasts that gave his people the skins for their yurts, the furs to keep them warm in winter. The meat they dried and bartered to other people as they migrated around the flatlands. Huntresses also protected them from threats and dangers. It was a great honor to be chosen by one in a bull's first year of manhood.

Ket reached his yurt, seeing his personal colors still bright against the dark sky. He had chosen orange and blue, the red clay of the earth and the vaulted sky. He pushed open the heavy flapdoor, the crystal shards woven into its hem tinkling softly as he stepped inside. He stopped. There, sitting in the middle of his yurt, tending a fresh fire in his firepit, was a Huntress. Not just any Huntress, but Amarra, Slayer of Shorbuk.

Ketonai blinked in surprise, the young bull dropping his basket of breadroots. Amarra watched him, a smile playing around her features at his reaction. The cow stood up slowly, Ket's eyes locked on her. Her pelt was a warm, rich cinnamon brown with a few spots and splotches of white splashed here and there across her torso. Her large breasts were contained with in a hardened leather bodice, studded with small iron plates. It covered her from chest to waist, before giving way to a quilted loincloth for mobility. A bow and quiver of arrows hung around her back, an iron knife with a buck-antler handle hanging at her hip. Ketonai's eyes lingered at her waist, seeing the greenish pouch of tanned hide that hung there. He knew what that was, everyone did. Amarra's trophy from slaying the abominable bugbear Shorbuk. Ketonai's people warred constantly with the goblins that shared their territories. Shorbuk had been a constant threat to them, until he had encountered Amarra. Shorbuk had slain countless Huntresses, but Amarra had defeated him on her first Hunt as an adult. Shorbuk had raped and slain Amarra's mother, and so she had castrated the bugbear and tanned his scrotum as her trophy.

"I take it you know why I am here," Amarra chuckled, facetiously. Her voice was deep, commanding. "Strip."

Ketonai's heart flew into his chest. His mind was racing, wondering why she of all Huntresses had chosen to share the rainy season with him. As fast as his thoughts sped, however, they were snail's pace slow compared to how fast the young bull dropped his loincloth. Marra smiled as the young bull's manhood swung into view. "Perfect."

She crossed the room, towering over the smaller male by more than a head, even counting his backswept horns. Without a word, her large hand grabbed Ket's large, low-hanging balls. The young bull grunted, looking down at the cow's hand between his legs as she fondled him exploringly. His cheeks flushed red beneath his charcoal pelt, but his large, pendulous cock swelled quickly at her touch.

"Very good, you have large, heavy balls," Amarra praised, giving the large stones a firm squeeze. "Gorgeously large prick. Just what I expect from a young, handsome bull like yourself."

Ketonai nodded. "I...I have been abstaining...since I knew the rains were coming..." he mumbled shyly. His cock was almost rock hard between his legs now, the large, girthy prick curving toward his belly with its erection.

"Oh, now that's a very old tradition!" Amarra exclaimed, impressed. "Not many young bulls fresh into manhood can keep their hands off their cocks for almost a month."

"It's...worth it for the tribe..." he said, ritualistically. Marra grabbed his cock, and Ketonai bleated in pleasure as she stroked him. It was the first time another hand besides his own had grasped his manhood.

"Do you know what else goes hand in hand with that abstinence, Ketonai?" Amarra asked, the cow smiling knowingly at the young bull. He shook his head.

"Ah, not many newly forged bulls would, no. Come, let me show you." Amarra said, coyly, as she tugged Ketonai along by his hard-on. She pushed the bull down onto the floor next to his firepit, among the rugs and blankets, woven pillows and buckskins there. Ketonai grunted, staring up at Amarra as the cow slowly started taking off her armor. Piece by piece the cow slowly exposed her strong body, the Huntress's heavy form muscular and scarred. Her breasts were large, weighty, her hips curvy and thick. Ket's eyes devoured her, the young bull's cock twitching as it stood up from his groin like a spear. His eyes locked on the soft folds of her pussy between her thighs, and he panted hotly as she stepped over his legs and straddled his stiff cock. Ketonai watched as Amarra lowered herself, sliding her warm, slick slot over the tip of his throbbing prick. Ket groaned, his hands reflexively grabbing at her thighs as Marra started to impale herself on his cock. The young bull hissed in pleasure at the slick, tight warmth of the cow's cunt, her inner walls squeezing at him. She slowly lowered herself, inch by inch, grinning as she watched the young bull's pleasured expressions. Ket lowed softly when she took him to the hilt, his big balls trembling against the lips of Amarra's pussy. She leaned over him, her tits hanging above his face as she planted her hands on his chest. She was bigger than he was, and so she took his cock all the way to the root without a hitch. Ket swallowed, looking up at her, panting. Amarra grinned wider, and she started to gyrate and ride on Ket's pounding erection.

The young bull found himself squirming, gasping, and groaning as the cow rode his prick. She had complete control over him, her body dominating his own. She panted too, grunting and moaning as his thick shaft stroked her walls, his head riding deep inside her like a battering ram.

"Oh fu-fuuuuck!" Ket gasped, his eyes rolling in his head. His large balls were already churning, his abstinence and sudden introduction to the Huntress's body making his orgasm quickly rise. "Nngh...I...I'm going to..." he mooed, his hands clutching onto Amarra's hips for dear life.

"Yes, you are," she encouraged. "A lot." she grabbed the back of his head with one large hand and shoved his face into her tits. Her scent flooded Ket's nostrils, and the young bull couldn't contain himself any longer. He bellowed into her breasts, Amarra groaning happily as she felt his cock twitch and pulse, his hot, youthful seed pumping into her in large, copious gushes.

Ket shook like the grass in a gale, the young bull reeling as he pumped his load into the Huntress. It felt like he was emptying a gallon into her, his cock pulsing and clenching with every spurt. He felt his get run back out of her with its size, the thick, pale bull-cum dripping down his balls to stain the carpets.

"Mmm...how was that, Ket?" Amarra asked as she felt him relax, and his prick stop spurting inside her. He remained hard, and that made her smile.

"A-amazing..." the young bull breathed, shuddering. His head was spinning, Amarra still clutching him to her tits.

"Good. Lets do it again." Amarra mooed, the cow starting to flex her hips once more. Ket jerked in surprise, his sensitive cock being milked and stroked by the Huntress's cunt once more.

"Oh gods! Nnngh, nnnnf!" Ket groaned, his prick throbbing as she rode him. He was sensitive, but the young bull quickly recovered from his recent release. This time, his hips didn't stay flat beneath Amarra. He started to thrust.

"There you go, bull! Use that cock!" Amarra encouraged, leaning back. She put her palms on the floor and braced herself, her legs spread wide to either side of Ket's loins. She let the young bull thrust on his own now, his eyes glued on the junction of her pussy around his cock. He could feel the slickness of his own cum and her fluids coating his groin, making his balls slap wetly as he bucked his hips up to meet her.

"Come on, faster! Fuck me, bull!" Amarra demanded, lifting her pussy away from Ket's cock enough that the bull had to thrust harder, higher, to reach her. He groaned, starting to sweat as he worked to reach her depths. He slammed up toward her, Amarra leaning on one palm as she moved her other hand down between her legs. She stroked her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub around in circular motions as the bull fucked her. "Oooh gods, yes, that's it! More!"

Ket lowed louder, the young bull's slender body thrusting with all his might. The heavy cow atop him was bigger, stronger, and more experienced, but Ket's fire burned with all the passion of youth. He gritted his square teeth, but her teasing angle was tiring him out. Ket found his instincts flaring, and he pushed with all his might to grab Amarra around the waist. His cock left her pussy, and the cow laughed as the young bull pulled her over onto her back. He flopped atop her, red faced, and she could feel his cock throbbing against her thigh.

"I knew you were the right choice, bull!" Amarra laughed, as Ket thrust his cock back inside her. She let him lay atop her, the young bull's legs stretched out behind him, up on the balls of his feet like he was doing a pushup. He thrust again, hard, driving his prick deep into her. Marra moaned genuinely, his cock pumping into her with plenty of vigor. She stroked her hands over his narrow back, his smooth hips, and grabbed his ass with a firm grip. She pulled him into her, out of her, into her again by his rump, hard and fast. "This. Is how. You. Fuck a Cow!" she grunted, using his cock like a dildo with his own hips. Ket groaned, the feeling and dominance of her using him too much. His big balls clenched again, and Ket found himself blowing another load deep into the Huntress.

Back arched, Ket squirmed and gasped, his horns pointed skyward. His hips jerked with every spurt, the young bull gasping and groaning. Sweat trickled through his pelt, dripping between them. Amarra grinned, and then used the bull's distraction in his orgasm to gain the upper hand again. She wrapped her legs around Ketonai's waist, and with a quick twist, rolled the orgasming bull onto his side. She wrapped her arm around his head, pulling him into headlock, and even while he was still squirting inside her, began ramming her cunt up and down his cock. Ket groaned, gasping, wriggling as the Huntress caught him in her snare, his eyes rolling as she pumped herself on his overstimulated cock.

"That's two for you, bull. My turn to catch up." she grinned, her free hand going back to her clit as she ground herself along his cock. For all of his stimulation, Ket proved to be quite virile. His cock stayed hard, even as she sloshed the remains of his second load all over his crotch. Ket was held tight, the young, wiry bull being ridden and dominated by the cow. She used his dick thoroughly, jilling herself with her fingers. Ket felt her clench, the cow mooing in pleasure as she came finally around his cock. He felt her cunt squeeze at him as she came, her fluids spilling around his dick and his balls. She moaned, the smell of her scent thick in Ket's nose. She came and she did not stop. Ket felt her cum again and again, the orgasms rocking her body and the young bull moaned hot against her neck. His cock was swelling, his nuts aching as she brought him to the brink of another ejaculation with her spasming pussy. A third orgasm rocked them both, Ket's cock spraying a wild load deep into Amarra as she milked him, her pussy throbbing against him. They came loud and long together, as the rains outside poured and thundered...

A lull came over the two, the bull and cow lying together beside the fire in the warmth of the yurt. Amarra sighed happily, idly rubbing herself with two fingers. She was stretched and well filled, and Ket's cock was fat and pleasantly half-flaccid, stuck to his thigh with their fluids. "Well...that was a good start..." Amarra purred.

Ket blinked. "A start?"

"Oh yes, little bull. It is good you abstained, because the longer, harder, and faster we fuck, the stronger our children will be. Who knows, maybe your daughters will need a bull like you one day. But yes, that was only a start." Amarra explained, smiling as she rolled over and pinned the bull down again.

"We have a very long, wet, season ahead of us..."