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Hearth In Herds – Part 9

There was a saying about “all work and no play,” but for Jamie, it might’ve been the reverse. In other words, he’d been playing with the barn of beautiful bovid girls for a good while now while “the work” fell to the wayside. Heh, whoops!

Not to suggest he or the farm were in any danger. But it did have production quotas to fill. Furthermore, while Jamie would’ve loved to fuck until it was night, he also had official responsibilities. After his little rendevouz with the motherly Tia, he cleaned up and set to a few tasks.

Said tasks were nothing too arduous, strictly numbers and accounting – the things he was used to. It all took place in his office, and before Jamie knew it, several hours flew by as he attended to matters of finances, supply orders, shipping demands, and even answering customer queries over the StarNet. Marketing and management stuff.

He strangely found it less interesting than usual. That is to say, he did the job, but it felt different. For years Jamie was comfortable with office work and never really saw himself as moving beyond the screens. But now? His body craved the earth and outside sun. Thoughts of working the field and yielding new life enchanted him. Ah, heh, was probably nothing.

Or. . .

It was probably the girls.

Maybe the milk, too. Truly, their steroidal milk was drowning him in a variety of “symptoms.” Increased stamina, libido, and energy. Larger downstairs. Maybe a bit stronger too? Thus, his thoughts wandered, and not on work-related tasks. They lingered on the girls and their bodies, how bouncy they were, their fertile virility. . .

Gah. If he kept this up he’d never get anything done! The business had to chug along, and Trixx needed product for delivery. With a sigh, Jamie shook his head and set back to work, finishing up his queue of tasks. It proved difficult, but he managed.

Jamie finished up at the office around afternoon’s time, the sky carrying a few clouds on another uneventful day. And it was that uneventfulness creating a maelstrom of wild thoughts in Jamie’s head. The second his mind wandered, he affixed himself to the cow girls. He wondered if this was gonna’ be a problem. He did have responsibilities, after all. If his libido was so wild, was he going to be able to do his job? Or, maybe, that’s what it meant to be the farm’s “bull.” If he wasn’t attracted to the girls, what was he even doing here? Every set of hefty tits needed a good fondling.

From his office, Jamie ventured down the halls, contemplating a visit to the milking barn. He assured himself it was strictly for business reasons and, technically, this was true. The machines needed routine maintenance and checkups to ensure quality delivery. But as he proceeded down the estate hall, approaching the spiral stairs leading to the foyer, he happened upon lovely, busty Bess.

Like always, Bess was in the buff. The gals never bothered themselves with clothing on the farm since their soft coats did the job and they weren’t in a public setting. Meaning Jamie was assaulted with a vision of nudity and curves as Bess’ immense rack was plump enough he could bury his entire head between them.

After staring at screens and fields of numbers for the past several hours, Jamie welcomed the refreshing sight. And, obviously, it turned him on like a switch.

“Oooh, Jamie,” cooed Bess, her voice warm and songlike. “Fancy catching you up here!”

Or was it that she knew Jamie was around? Hard to tell with the gals. Didn’t matter, her nake body and lulling tone was enough to lull the human. He rushed up to her and let his palm shoot out, sneaking behind her backside. He took a massive handful of Bess’ fat rump, tossing it in his palm and squeezing it with harsh force.

“Nnh!”

Bess flushed but didn’t resist. This new side of Jamie – the eager, aggressive one – was something the girls found enticing. Before he was reserved and kept to himself. It took a great deal of effort to “undo” Jamie from himself, so to speak. But now? He took what he wanted, and what he wanted was the girls.

“Oh, h-heh, I see!” giggled Bess. She bit her lip and huffed, parting her legs, half expecting Jamie to rut her then and there.

“Something tells me you’ve had your way with all the girls, mm?”

Jamie drew her close and kissed her cheek, drawing in her earthy scent, like wheat fields. “Mmm. If you could believe it, no.”

She blinked. “No? Oh my, and who’s the lucky lady?”

Jamie remembered the last girl was indeed last because she was the shy one. Sherry, her name was, had a reputation of keeping to herself and being the shortest one. In fact, she was shorter than Jamie by at least a foot. This didn’t mean she was any less impressive or bright as the others. But, it was a reason she observed from a distance.

“Sherry,” answered Jamie. “She certainly keeps to herself.”

“That sounds like Tia’s daughter,” Bess said with a wiggle, tossing her hips in little motions to encourage further touches from Jamie.

“She’s like a precious little flower, that one.”

Jamie smirked. “Well, a flower needs to be taken care of, just like you,” he intoned, smacking Bess on the ass. She yelped in surprised satisfaction.

“You can get used to that,” he continued. “Your Bull will ‘need’ you a lot more often.”

“Oooh,” chuckled Bess. “I can’t wait.”

“Maybe I can help you find her?” she added.

“Not a bad idea.”

Sherry could’ve been anywhere around the estate, but truth be told, Jamie hadn’t gotten to know her yet. The other girls shared different hobbies or interests and Jamie did his best to learn them. But Sherry was a mystery, one Jamie wanted to solve.

Speaking of Tia, the motherly cow gal appeared from the steps. She approached the duo with curious eyes, her muzzle curled into a small smile. Her stature and movements were different now too, filled with a confident stride, a knowing one. She’d finally gotten her prize, her “rite of passage” having been with Jamie. Even Bess could tell.

“Hiding up here, are we?” joked Tia. “Isn’t there a farm to run?”

Bess wiggled her fingers at Tia’s approach while Jamie smirked again. “There is. . . but I’ve been getting distracted lately. Can’t put my finger on it.”

“Or in it,” jested Bess.

Really, was Jamie completely to blame when the girls teased him like this? It truly was a miracle he managed to stay focused at all.

“Good thing you showed up,” added Jamie. “We were just about to search around for your daughter.”

Tia’s eyes widened. “Sherry? Oh my.”

Given how things had gone since Jamie’s arrival it wasn’t hard for Tia to guess what was bound to happen between the “bull” and her daughter.

Sherry was still the youngest, barely into her twenties. Her stature, however, was far shorter than the other gals. Even shorter than Jamie! It, perhaps, explained her shy, reserved nature. Though, it made her no less interesting than the others, and she still played a vital role at the farmstead.

“Well, I have an idea where she might be.”

Tia stepped closer and joined Jamie at his side, opposite of Bess.

“Oh?”

She made an airy gesture. “Sherry keeps to herself most days. She’s quite sensitive, like a blossoming flower.”

Tia spoke of her daughter with clear reverence, even if Sherry wasn’t as “upfront” like the others.

“Even has to use special settings with the machines,” added Bess. “A lot more gentle, can’t handle the ‘higher-production’ ones.”

Jamie nodded. “I see. Are the machines too painful? I wouldn’t want to see her hurt.”

They both chuckled.

“Oh no, dear Jamie,” continued Tia. “She’s fine. She just feels certain things with higher ‘intensity.’”

Bess snickered, smacking one of her ample tits. “And we feel plenty of things for the milkers, hehe.”

“Very funny,” mused Jamie, thinking over Sherry. It did present a slight predicament, though. Sherry was smaller and shorter than even he was, and she had sensitive response to stimuli. Ignoring the implications of that, he could potentially harm her if he wasn’t careful, the last thing he wanted to do.

He smacked the girls hard on their ample rumps, causing them both to coo and flush. It took an enormous amount of willpower not to take them then and there, but Jamie resisted. . . for now. Once more, he figured he needed to demonstrate levels of self-control too. Breeding was one thing, but being the leader bull meant picking the right times.

“Don’t be such a tease,” cut in Bess. “Honestly! Keeping a girl waiting is rude.”

“You’re talking about Sherry?” tossed back Jamie.

“She’s not wrong,” added Tia with a playful smile. “It’s doubtful the girls will wait their turns after all is said and done. Hope you’re ready, master Jamie.”

The two cow girls shared a playful but devilish smile. If this was Jamie’s first day at the farm, the idea of pleasing all the girls would’ve been frightening. Now? A glorious challenge to meet.

“I’ll hold you ladies to it,” he said. “But I’d like to talk with Sherry first.”

They both shared a pouty ‘aww,’ hoping Jamie might make good on his impulses and bury his cock into them right then and there. But he couldn’t leave little Sherry neglected, and he wanted to ensure she was okay. Out of the entire herd, Sherry was the shiest, so it appeared. Spending some time with her might help her come out of her shell – if only a little.

He bid farewell to the girls and told them to behave – knowing full well they wouldn’t – setting off to Sherry’s room. According to Tia, her little slice of the world was on the opposite end of the estate, past the foyer, dining hall, living room quarters, kitchen, and just down the way from the farm’s small library. Jamie found the latter quite interesting. Physical books and written copies were challenging to come by these days, a majority of media consigned to digital formats. More so, the farm even possessed some Terra Prima originals – that is to say, copies that existed on the homeworld!

They weren’t impressive upon a cursory glance: one was a literal farmer’s guide for making cider, another an almanac for northern hemisphere weather patterns. But they were old, near three centuries at least. Jamie noticed a few empty spaces where some books were taken, realizing that Sherry might be the resident book worm – next to Mia, anyway.

So, Jamie padded down the last hall until he reached a door at the end, it’s frame ajar slightly. He gave it the lightest of knocks.

Silence. Then, after a few moments, a sweet, soft voice poured through the opening. “Oh. Hello?”

Jamie didn’t want to intrude, so he remained where he was. “Sherry? It’s me, Jamie. Is this a bad time?”

Another pause. Jamie could barely make a hushed, but audible oh my gosh.

“Oh. Y-yes. Of course.”

Jamie could sense the hesitation, so he proceeded carefully. He pried open the door and entered Sherry’s room, a well lit, comfortable little square fit with cushions, plush animals, and mood lights. He told himself to take this carefully. Sherry sounded like she obliged his request out of respect for his command, so he wanted her to feel comfortable.

There, on the bed, with a small book nestled in the covers, was Sherry. A bit smaller than Jamie at a glance, wearing a coat of cream fur with soft white running down her midriff and chest. She had delicate crystal-blue eyes and wore an uncertain expression.

“I’m sorry,” said Jamie, keeping himself close to the door. “I don’t want to intrude.”

Sherry blinked, relaxing a bit. “N-no! No. No, it’s okay, sorry.”

A chuckle. That was a good sign! “I’m not used to company, is all. Especially not from you, uh, sir.”

Jamie laughed, shaking his head. “Oh no, not sir. That’s what I called my dad. Jamie is fine, Sherry.”

She nodded. “Um. What brings you by then, Jamie?”

By this time, any of the other gals would’ve jumped his bones, or hinted at it. But since Sherry was clearly nervous and hesitant, he figured she needed to get comfortable first.

Jamie was about to explain how he’d been spending time with the other girls until his eyes wandered to the book nestled in the arms of Sherry’s blanket. He blinked, thinking it looked familiar. And it was!

Strange Tales of Gallant Gale, Vol. 3 sat nestled to Sherry in matter-of-fact fashion. This was one of the sordid literatures even Mia enjoyed. Jamie wasn’t as an avid a reader of these particular fictions, but he knew about them through proximity osmosis. More to the point, said stories were of the erotic kind, unsurprisingly. And, of course, about the intimate relationships between human and Chimera.

He chuckled. “Gallant Gale huh? What’s the silver haired pirate up to this time?”

Sherry blinked and flushed, glancing back to the book and then to Jamie. “Uh. H-hah, oh, you saw that. . .”

“Didn’t take you as a fan,” Jamie said in playful fashion. In truth, he didn’t know much about the double-G, but just enough to know that the dashing main character bedded a who’s-who of exotic partners.

Sherry huffed. Her face shifted from an adorable embarrassment to. . . genuine enthusiasm?

“Yeah!” she said, brightening. “D’vant is one of my favorite authors and Gale is a fun character and I really enjoy some of the adventures he goes on especially when he meets so many interesting people and. . .

She stopped herself, huffing. “H-heh.”

Jamie sensed a useful, casual icebreaker. “Oh so you’re a big fan.”

He approached in a casual manner, while Sherry gave him a once over. By this point she’d heard of the adventurous “bull” and his bedding of different gals. And, frankly, heard the exploits too. Even with the size of the estate, the wild moans of the other ladies was audible on nigh every square foot of the farmstead. That and even Trixx would casually mention just how ravenous Jamie was. Sherry couldn’t help but indulge her curiosity in books. . . but the written word was only one thing.

She wanted the genuine article.

“Ehm, you could say that.”

She looked Jamie over and found herself feeling comfortable. Warm, even. “I especially like the size difference stories,” she added with a refreshing smirk.

“Is that so?” chimed Jamie. It was clear her interest and comfort was growing. Good. Jamie sensed her initial timidity, but with a little common ground – even if was smut – it made engaging with her easier. And fun!

Sherry looked Jamie up and down, perhaps imagining herself in one of the numerous “compromising” scenes from Gallant Gale’s adventures.

“Heh, yes,” she said, propping herself off the bed now and standing. The sheets hiding her frame – or some of it – slid away, and she gulped. It was like she was living out one of these scenes, and it clearly fascinated her.

“Gallant Gale meets a family of bunny girls much shorter than him,” she continued, giving Jamie a hinting look.

“He makes a ‘good’ first impression by, um, well. . .” she snickered a bit, looking away. “Oh, it’s silly.”

Jamie smiled. “Not at all, please continue.” Aha, how devious of her.

She cleared her throat. “Welllll, to start, he ate out the youngest bun to make a good impression, the frisky daughter. She was the shortest one, but didn’t lack for enthusiasm, h-hehe.”

“Did he now?” said Jamie, getting the idea. She wanted to say it but. . . didn’t want to “say it.” Not yet, at least, not until her confidence had grown. Funny, in that she was like him when Jamie first took over the farmstead. Uncertain, letting others take the lead.

A gentle pause filled the air, and Jamie realized she was inviting him now. “Well, that Gale’s got a good head on his shoulders,” he said.

In one swift motion, Jamie moved forward, placed his hands on Sherry’s hips, and with gentle force lifted and pushed her back to the comforting bedspread.

“Nnuh!”

Sherry squeaked in delighted surprise at both Jamie’s strength and his very touch. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone – much less “the bull” – had traced their hands over her form. It filled her with an explosion of new feelings and excited sensations. But more than that, the prospect of actually living out the contents of her “erotica” was thrilling beyond words. Ah, but she could find at least a few.

At once, the wide-eyed Sherry found herself staring up at her ceiling – dotted with atmospheric lights like entrancing stars – and one handsome Jamie. He gave her a calm but knowing look, and Sherry realized oh god he’s actually gonna do it!

As for Jamie, he had a job to do and a desire to fill. Sherry’s first time was important. It was indeed quite an enticing prospect to be the one for a new, virginal mate. He had every intent to fuck her silly. But, he had to make sure her first time was a pleasant one, an amazing one. Talk about pressure – all the other girls had experience, but this time, it was Jamie with the “veterancy.”

But he’d start by eating out her nubile, young pussy.

“J-Jamie?”

Sherry cooed, but Jamie wasted no time, mouthing at the sensitive lips as his head finally dipped to Sherry’s loins. She gasped out of shock – not from sensation but from the fact she was being touched there, serviced there.

Jamie produced several kisses on her mons, trailing back up to her tummy and pressing his lips against her warm, soft coat. Her scent was nice, and drove Jamie to act further, once again tracing down to her midriff, then loins, spreading her a bit wide to get an eye at the virgin pussy. Ah, right.

Tia mentioned before that Sherry was still a virgin, and it made getting this experience right all the more important. And exciting! Jamie was used to being the lesser of experiences – at least at first. All the other girls had familiarity with carnal actions, but not so much Sherry. As he continued to lap and tease her clitoral nub, sending a shockwave of moans and shivers throughout the young girl, he started to shift his position. The attentions he granted Sherry had gotten him hard, and his flank below was twitching to life, eager to “lay pipe” in untilled earth.

Once he spread her, he saw her hymen and new it was time to ensure Sherry’s experience was the best it could be.

“Oh you’ve really never done this before, eh?” he said, looking up to Sherry. She huffed, managing a small shake of the head.

“A-are you going to. . .”

Her unfinished question was one of pure anticipation, a readiness to finally be taken. She didn’t know anyone else who could do it, and there were no willing (or available) suitors around New Columbia. It was so bad the younger cow gal thought she might remain a virgin forever.

“Just wait and see,” said Jamie with a husky voice. He stood now, plopping his fat twelver against her tummy. Sherry boggled when she saw it, the pulsing thing threatening to bloat and bulge her insides. She wondered if she could even take it all.

As Jamie took his brief moment to “show off,” he proceeded to lower his tip to the entrance of her lips. Her tighter entrance shuddered and suckled at his bellend, while Sherry clenched the sheets. She stared in fascination, once again in total disbelief this was really happening. This morning she was planning to please herself after exploring one of her “saucy” books, and now she wsa the one about to be explored!

“It might hurt for a moment, but it’ll be worth it, I promise,” announced Jamie, readying his length with some lubricant.

Sherry nodded with a weak ‘uh huh.’ She knew from the StarNet what the whole process was meant to be, she just never figured she’d experience it firsthand. Guess that was changing. Sherry suckled in a breath, tensing, but Jamie shook his head.

“No, don’t do that, just relax.”

He surprised himself with the advice. Had he really come so far to establish himself as a “mentor?” Being the metaphorical bull had changed him quite a lot.

“Oh,” squeaked Sherry, realizing he was right.

Jamie finally prepared himself, and after his cock glistened from the sloppy glide-lube, he slowly but firmly pressed forward. Sherry gasped and whined a moment as he shoved in, breaking the hymen in one smooth but strong stroke. There was a twinge of pain, as expected, but it was overtaken by a swarm of new sensations.

The first was fullness and intense, incredible heat. Her lower body was consumed by it, waves of light but delightful electric tingles running throughout the sensitive inner walls and midriff. Then was ecstasy, a strong and overwhelming physical intensity like never before. Because now she could feel every twitch, pulse, and throb of Jamie’s mighty bull cock, and Sherry could only stare at how much of her was filled with her partner. Jamie, satisfied, let himself stay inside her for a few moments, admiring just how “stuck” she was on him.

“Get ready,” he warned, and it was a warning. Sherry was trembling, eyes wide as she affixed her gaze on the massive length shoved into her. Then she glanced at Jamie, alarmed yet excited?

“HuuuUUUUAH!”

She whimpered then gasped as, at once, Jamie began smashing himself into the younger girl. At first his strokes were slow, but soon they hastened to a barbaric, “taking” motion. What was that thing about messing with bulls and horns?

He felt so confident now, and more so that Sherry’s first experience would be pleasant but a learning one. If she wanted to experiment with him, she’d get it all. The small room soon became a chamber of banging, panting, gasping moans, the bed wheezing and creaking. Jamie grabbed the girl’s hips and ran through her like a piston machine, his cock pushing in and out until it was utterly goopy with sex and lubricant.

Sherry found her eyes rolling backward and tongue hanging free as her sight was filled with her wall, her entire body straddled with intense waves of physical heat and pleasure. Jamie grunted with each stroke, groaning in satisfaction as he properly claimed the fresh virgin pussy, watching the girl bounce at his mercy. Her perky tits were not yet as sizable as the others, but they were charming, adding to her youthful character.

“Ohmfmygoodugh,” she sputtered. “Ohfucknnnfu!”

She was barely coherent, at the mercy of the larger male, hanging on for life as he used her like a personal cock sock. Each stroke massage and gripped Jamie’s length with intense tightness, though not enough to “choke” him out.

But damn. The thrill of it – not just claiming the virgin girl – but the suckling slurps of her tight ex-virginal hole was pushing him to the brink, much faster than the others. Maybe he was just excited, but Sherry was just that good.

He grunted, in a way that said “brace yourself.” Sherry blinked and managed to let her misty eyes wander to Jamie, mentally nodding as she prepared herself. Her genetic instincts and bio-coding let her “know” that her male was close and about to deluge her fresh womb with his seed, and she was ready.

“Nnngh! P-please!” Sherry managed, whining for the seed that would make her a woman. She was more eager for it than she could have ever realized, and Jamie’s twitching length was sending her mind into a dizzy frenzy.

Jamie didn’t need another prompt, his loins roiling over. At once, he grunted, body shaking as his member shuddered to life and burst ropes of potent seed into the girl’s awaiting cunt and womb. In moments her pussy was drenched with copious waves of sticky white, draining his balls into Sherry with heaving strokes. He shoved himself into her, burying every inch of himself into her soft, supple pussy, watching as he pumped into the mumbling cow lass, hoisting her legs back for better positioning. He got a tasteful view of her flushed, teary face and her bouncy, lean tits.

Sherry looked down in astonishment as her womb bulged and Jamie’s initial waves of seed filled her, the hot liquid dribbling from her lower lips, pooling into the sheets.

Jamie retrieved himself from the hot sticky mess he’d made out of the girl’s loins, admiring his work. Trails of seed stuck to his still hard tip and Sherry’s sensitive lower lips, while the girl remained shuddering and twitching. She panted, wearing a foggy smile.

“T-that was. . . so good. . .” she managed, huffs of steam leaving her mouth.

“It gets better,” he said. “Ready for round two?”

To that, her eyes went wide. She gawked at her “bull” and then to herself. “W-what? But, I-it’s so much!”

He nodded. “That’s part of the job,” said Jamie. “You’re a breeding bitch, and I’m the bull now. That means you’ve got to take what the bull gives. Something about horns and all that.”

She blinked. Sherry was uncertain. Could she even do that? She was very new to all this and even now, Jamie’s hot seed was inside her, planting the fertile ground into her fresh womb. She watched him spread her legs a bit, running a finger against her wet folds, causing her to twitch and moan a bit.

“That was the easy part,” continued Jamie. “But if you want to be like the other girls, you’ll have to know all the ropes.”

She squeaked, flushing again. Sherry nodded. Truthfully, she was eager to go again. In her readings, there were vivid scenes of continued fuckery and orgasms, but she imagined that was just for the reader’s satisfaction. Turns out it was truer to life than she realized.

Jamie, looking for a second wind, reached down to massage and coax Sherry’s perky tits. With rough motions he bounced and smacked them together, prodding and twisting her virgin nips with his diligent fingers. This incurred several surprised squeaks and moans from the girl, who watched her bull lay claim to her hefty mounds. As he did this, it forced to the girl to lactate for her bull, as the succulent milky drops appeared from her pink tents.

Eagerly, Jamie sank to begin slurping up the succulent nectar. Even though she was young, no doubt the girl provided a rich and powerful flavor like the others, perhaps more so. He wasn’t just claiming her virginity, he was also the first to sample her goods, so to speak. With a grunt, Jamie licked at both her tips, drinking in the healthy milk. The effect it had was near-instant, a surge of new strength rushing through him. Stamina unchecked filled his body, keeping his throbbing cock nice and stiff and sending new, wanting images through his mind.

“Nnmf, ready my new little cow bitch?”

Jamie’s animal urges were growing, and he was gonna show the girl just what that meant. She blinked, trembling in excited fashion as Jamie retreated from suckling her tits. He raised his length above her lower lips, smacking the entrance with his tip, causing Sherry to offer a few low, surprised moans.

Then, with brutal force, he plunged into her once again, smashing his cock into her young pussy with relentless grinds. The slaps of his hips to her body were readily audible throughout the room, forcing the bed to wheeze in protest as Sherry whined in loud, aroused breaths.

Of the girls, she was easily the loudest. A real screamer, this one! Her young, lust-filled cries bounced off the walls and echoed throughout the small room. . . and more. Combined with Jamie’s grunts and her girlish yelps, it was a perverted orchestra audible to everyone with the ears to hear it. And that meant everyone, essentially.

Jamie’s cock continued to drill into her precious pussy without remorse, the stamina of a bull overtaking him as her cunt gushed with the gooey mix of his previous orgasm. The bed formed a soaked pool of nectar, spilling out of Sherry’s young pussy. Her tongue hung out and her eyes rolled back, her mind completely fucked stupid as it went dizzy with a sexual fog.

“GGUH! FNUH! JAMIE!” she whined aloud, conscious enough she could at least get his name right. Jamie groaned in satisfaction, knowing he’d fully claimed the girl now, smashing her cunt with continued strikes. Once again, his balls roiled over and cock twitched, preparing to reach his next, heavy peak.

“That’s right,” he hissed, “you take it like a good cow bitch!”

In moments, his cock surged to life once again, a spring load of ropy cum bursting from his tip and painting the inside of Sherry’s precious pussy tunnel. Her womb was bloated as a new wave of breeding cum filled her to the brim, causing her eyes to water as her head snapped back, her loud gasps and moans hitching. She shivered and trembled as she felt Jamie claim her, still grinding as his balls released every bit of seed he had to offer.

Finally, he pulled away from Sherry, panting as his twitching cock retreated from Sherry’s tight folds. The seed poured from her punished cunt, dribbling from her ex-virgin tunnel in a dirty display. Heaving with breaths, Jamie admired his work as he left the girl a sputtering, drooling mess. Sherry, on the other hand, was a wilted, sputtering mess. Her whole body was limp, face red and hot as her dazed eyes stared at the wall, the afterglow completely consuming her.

“Bnnff. . .” she managed, in total disbelief her bull had cum in her twice. Her belly bulged, seeded with Jamie’s potent cum, a brew that perhaps could sire children. With enough effort, that is.

Satiated, Jamie ensured no more of his issue could escape, plugging Sherry with his cock as he slipped inside her. She gasped, feeling him stretch her out once more, but this time he did not “fuck her silly.” He was content to let her rest, and himself, quite happy with her first time.

The bulge caused Jamie to contemplate the future with these girls. After weeks with them, he truly did want to start a family, despite challenges with human and chimera breeding. So much that, restrictive measures were in place with chimera that enforced only female offspring to prevent explosive populations of “unregulated breeding,” especially with those containing pre-military training or other potentially dangerous outcomes. Entire blockades were put in place to prevent the outcome of personal armies popping out nowhere in various colonized planet sectors, and so, if Jamie wanted a family, he’d be left only with daughters. But that was a nice thought indeed, one he didn’t mind at all.

With those sweet thoughts, he allowed Sherry to rest. Her newfound stamina was impressive, but nothing like the other girls who could easily go all night if they wanted. She faded fast, her dizzy eyes drifting close as she succumbed to a hazy, satisfied sleep.

-*-

Sherry awoke, but no longer as a naïve little girl, but as a woman. On her side, the warm embrace of her bull was felt, his arms cradling her in a loving, tender manner. Her body was fuzzy and full of pleasant tingles, a strange, satisfied sensation overwhelming her, like a button had finally been pressed in her brain. The act of getting fucked silly by a breeding bull seemed to fill a component in her mind, tickling a desire she could only explore in her lust-filled books. But now her dreams were reality, and it was an incredible feeling.

She didn’t know how to process it all, at least not yet, but she felt like she’d found a place in the family now. Before she was regarded as a shy, virtuous girl, and while her “sisters” were supportive, Sherry wondered if she was out of place. But thanks to Jamie, that had changed.

She squeaked, realizing Jamie was still inside her, his “plug” ensuring none of him left the girl. Tentatively she touched the bulge on her abdomen and blushed. Jamie was an impressive specimen. She had no idea humans had this level of stamina and libido. Then again, rumor was the natural milk from the cow girls provided a incredible effect, and based on his relentless fucking of her, that was true. Jamie stirred awake after the touch, meeting her with a soft smile.

“Hello again,” he chimed, retrieving himself from her soft lips. “Hope you rested well.”

Sherry let off a soft gasp, blushing. “Oh. H-heh. Hello Jamie. Um. Are you going to. . .”

Based on his previous momentum, it was a safe assumption he’d be rearing to go again. But Jamie shook his head, patting her. “Heh, not quite, Sherry. As much as I’d love to, I had to do some thinking and have a little business to attend to. Nothing serious. Just. . . the future, I guess.”

“The future sounds pretty serious!” she cooed with a giggle.

The young man raised up, sitting at the bed’s edge. “Right you are.”

He gave her a soft kiss. “Think of this way, the sooner I can finish my business, the sooner I can put a baby in ya’.”

At that, Sherry squeaked, face going hot and red. “O-oh.”

What a concept indeed: not just to be fucked by her bull, but bred too. Yet, in cryptic fashion, he only left her with a chuckle, relieving himself from the soft bed covers and allowing Sherry additional rest. She didn’t have the stamina of the others, at least not yet. But in time, she would.

“I’m going to clean up, Sherry,” he said, putting on a robe. “If you feel rested enough, could you collect the other girls in the main quarters? I want to speak with all of you.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh. Um. Is something wrong?”

He smiled and shook his head. “Oh no, far from it. Something is very right. I just need to tell all of you, is all.”

Sherry didn’t know what that meant, but nodded. “Okay. Give me a little bit, and I’ll get the girls.”

Sometime later, per his instructions, Jamie met all the cow gals in the estates living quarters. Each wore curious glances, each busty, curvaceous lady either sitting or standing next to the other in eager fashion. They were excited, told there was “good news” to be had by Sherry. Even Trixx was there, the vixen canting her hips, resting her arm on a recliner.

“What’s all this, boss man?” said the vixen, smirking. “Don’t tell me you’re about to fuck us all in one go!”

That may have been a joke, but the sheer concept sent a roar of murmurs from the girls, wondering if that was indeed what Jamie had planned. Hell, it was an enticing concept to Jamie, but not the case. Not yet, at least.

No, it was something he decided a while ago. For his future and the girls. When he first arrived on the farm, he didn’t know what to think. Spend his days as a glorified accountant, perhaps, managing numbers for a name he felt entirely disconnected from. He barely new the New Columbia colony when he first arrived, barely knew the girls. His identity and purpose were lost, floating from one auto-spreadsheet to the next. But now, having spent so many sensual moments with the bovid girls, his mind set on a new path, a new idea.

“Thanks girls, thanks for coming on short notice,” he started, wearing a smile, taking place in the quarters underneath a lovely painting of when the farm estate was first established.

He ignored the subtext of his statement, looking for the words. “I think it’s safe to say we’ve all gotten to know each other pretty well, yeah?”

“That’s one way of putting it,” said Tia, perched neatly on one of the couches. Like before, all the ladies were in the buff. Very difficult not to jump their bones right here and now.

“It is,” Jamie went on. “And it made me think about the future. For myself, the farm, and for us as a sort of. . .”

Family? That was not quite how he’d put it yet. “Very. . . good group of friends.”

“With lots of benefits,” one the ladies said. A snicker echoed from the group.

“Fucking the boss does have its perks,” added Trixx with a wry, foxy grin.

“Well, I think I want us to be more than friends with nice benefits. After all the ah, intimate discussions we’ve had, it had me wonder about what I’m doing here. And the farm. What we’re doing. Milk production is one thing, but ya’ know, I feel like I want to be more than a glorified accountant.”

He took a breath. Not out of anxiety or fear, but rather excitement, like he was stepping into a future he was meant for. His decisions felt right. And this new one was no different. To be rather dramatic, it was like his destiny.

Or maybe that was just the steroidal milk talking, heh. Even if it was, he dared not shy away from his decision.

“Moving forward,” continued Jamie, “this will be a breeding farm. Milk production is necessary, but its much richer and more potent when you gals are properly bred and impregnated. I’ve done a lot of ‘research,’ let’s say.”

At this announcement, the group of curvy girls boggled. Some gave a quiet gasp whiles others gave each other an astonished look, their pretty eyes widening in excited shock. While some had a feeling Jamie would eventually reach his newfound conclusion as the farm’s “bull,” like Bess, hearing him say it was exciting all the same.

“Said research tells me a lot of effort is necessary to get you girls set up as perfect breeding mates, so, expect a lot of regular visits, girls.”

In fact, he needed to emphasize this point, with a point. As the gals listened in astonishment, they all gasped as Jamie stripped down once again, nake as the morning, allowing his length to flop free and remain stiff in the air. Once again, the steroidal milk granted him unusual degrees of powerful stamina. Whereas a ‘normal’ person might feel tired after a few rows with a girl, Jamie was as ready as ever.

At that, a collective gasp emanated from the bouquet of bovid ladies (plus one virile vixen). “Because the breeding process is ah, harder, let’s say, I’ll be pulling one of you aside to fuck you silly. Be prepared. Could be any time of the day or night, and I want you gals to be ready.”

He glanced at Trixx, wearing a dominant smile. “That’s the same for you too, miss Trixx. You might handle deliveries, but you’re part of this farm now, and I need a willing foxy participant.”

The others looked at the vixen, some giggling, others offering an excited ‘ooo.’

“Heh, congratulations,” said Tia, offering a chuckle.

“What, really? Me?” said Trixx, both astonished and excited. “Um. Wow. Never been er. . .”

“Breeding stock?” Jamie finished for her.

“H-heh, right. . .”

“That’ll add to the milk production, too. I’m sure potential buyers will enjoy the uh, unique flavor?”

The news settled over the girls, Jamie’s new “mission” solidifying as he established goals for the farm. True, it was also a personal indulgence – how could it not be? But, it did guarantee the estate would provide a steady supply of nutritious milk and keep numbers in the positive. More so, Jamie saw his future in the long term, as the bull, the breeding bull. Before coming to this farm, hell, even when he first moved, he’d never have spoken to the others like this with such dominance and command. But now? It was different. He didn’t see them as dime-a-dozen sluts, but they were certainly his girls now and he’d treat them as such.

Seeing as how the “announcement” was out of the way, Jamie stood in front of a bounty of bovid girls with his cock out. That wasn’t just for show, his announcement came with an expectation.

And it looked like there were already volunteers.

“Well, girls, if none of you are gonna’ take advantage. . .”

To Jamie’s surprise, it was Bess who spoke, the motherly bovid sporting some of the curviest assets out of the entire gallery. She pushed past the crowd, her fat, massive breasts wobbling with each step, before dropping to all fours in submissive fashion, her eyes wide and wearing a wanting look.

“Mm, my bull fiiiinally knows what he wants,” she said, taking slow, steady movements toward him. The other girls watched with awe but dared not intrude. Though they were a bit jealous, they knew not to cross the “top” girl. However, Bess wasn’t alone on her perverse journey. Her daughter, Lilly, a near perfect image of her mother – if only smaller in stature – also went to fours.

Bess cooed in surprised as the cheeks of her fat, full ass squished against Lilly, their movements creating a vision of submission. “Ah, good girl,” chimed Bess as the two neared their bull, much to Jamie’s delight.

“She’s quite eager to please, isn’t she?” said Bess, reaching Jamie as she looked up to her master in absolute submission, eyeing his twitching cock and licking her soft, full lips.

“Hehhe, couldn’t resist!” shot back Lilly. “You’re just so. . . so BIG now, Jamie!”

He smirked, but raised a brow. Was he? Suppose in the past several weeks of fucking and drinking the cow milk, he didn’t notice, given he was lost in a frenzy of sordid sex. But, yes, on quick inspection, it appeared he’d grown at least an inch, thicker and bulkier than before. His balls were heavier too, an adequate transition from “normal” human man to, well, metaphorical bull.

Lilly practically drooled, staring at the fuckstick with a moment of hesitation. “Will. . . will this even fit. . .” she whispered.

“Don’t be foolish, sweetheart,” chided Bess. “We’re here to please our Jamie.” She complimented these words with a slow, soft kiss on Jamie’s bulbous head, her plush lips wrapping around the head and leaving a long, suckling smooch.

Jamie grunted, his newfound length also accompanied by increased sensitivity. Huh, maybe spending time with a virgin girl did this too? At this point, it didn’t matter, because getting worshipped by two beautiful bovid gals was the only thing to focus on.

“That’s right,” Jamie said in a commanding tone. “You two know your place. Worship your bull like you should.”

Both of them quivered and moaned, their faces going red with desire. “Mmmyes,” Bess replied. “You should be, as master of this farm. Your cock is ours to please.”

At once the two began to assault his shaft with slow, slurping motions, exchanging their tongues as they drifted across each inch with perverse loyalty. They kept their submissive gazes locked to Jamie, staring as their skillful lips brushed against the length with perfect touches. The soft, warm wetness radiated over Jamie’s length, his hands coming to rest on their heads as he coaxed them onward, gripping them in possessive fashion while they danced along his quivering cock. Soon enough his inches dripped from their actions, glistening with sex and saliva, their soft moans accompanying every motion. They giggled and hummed together, fat wide asses wiggling in metronome sways as they worked.

The others watched in stupendous envy, exchanging looks, but dared not interfere until they were called for. Even Trixx watched with abject fascination, feeling a strange sensation of jealousy overtake her while Bess and Lilly worshipped their bull’s fat meat.

In the meantime, the duo continued their “work,” leaving no inch untouched as Jamie groaned from their expert tongues and mouths dancing along his shaft. Lilly and Bess operated in perfect harmony, exchanging giggles as they delighted in the effect they had on their bull. Whether that was just practice or a daughter-mother instinct was unclear, but didn’t really matter when they so eagerly worshipped all of Jamie’s loins.

They smooched his tip together, their plump lips smothering the crown, then lowered to suckle and slurp on his heavy testes, bobbing their heads in small bounces. Enough to engulf the orbs in each mouth, pools of saliva dripping from their mouths, their intoxicating slurps loud enough to be audible over the chattering of the “crowd.”

“Mffwah,” gurgled Bess. “Mm, yes, no inch left untouched. My daughter has been especially eager to please you lately, Jamie.”

He pat their heads in possessive fashion, rubbing their ears as they worshipped him. “Mm, is that right?” he shot back, watching the eager Lilly lick and lap at his fleshy stones.

Lilly released him temporarily from her grip, nodding her head. “Mmyes sir, it’s all I could think about lately, hehe. . .”

Once they ceased their “warmup,” the girls propelled to something more intense. Bess smacked her daughter’s rump with her own, fat cheeks wobbling in reciprocation. “Well, go on then darling, show him why.”

Lilly giggled and did as instructed. She let Jamie’s cock rest against her head a moment, taking the length and lightly slapping it against her face before pursing her lips and kissing the tip. Then, she gripped the inches with a gentle hand and engulfed the member into her hot oral tunnel, perfectly shaped to Jamie’s size. At once she tossed her head in slow but practiced motions, slurping loudly as she bounced along Jamie’s voracious fuckmeat, a loud, lewd series of sounds accompanying her strokes.

“Oh, look at her go! I taught her sooo well, didn’t I?” Bess cooed, flicking her eyes between Jamie and Lilly. The motherly bovid encouraged her daughter by pressing her hand against Lilly, making the girl taking Jamie deeper and deeper with each motion.

“Mmglk! Sfffh!”

A sordid orchestra followed, loud shclorps and schlops accompanying her actions. Her cheeks reddened and eyes watered as she took all of Jamie into her willing mouth, the size bulging her throat in a test of endurance. Eager to serve, however, Lilly was not deterred and continued bouncing on Jamie’s cock, slowly shoving her head forward until every inch was inside her. She remained there a moment, sucking in air through her nostrils before falling back, coughing and gagging loudly as she gasped, hacking and laughing in the same breath.

“Nnf. . . a lot. . . cough. . . bigger than I remembered!”

She panted, looking up at Jamie with a submissive, wide-eyed stare before instantly hopping on the dick again, this time with renewed vigor and enthuse.

“Ohh, greedy,” cooed Bess, observing her daughter take the whole of Jamie into her willing throat. “She wants it bad.”

Bess smacked her daughter’s fat ass, causing the gal to yelp with excitement, enforcing faster and faster motions. “Well go on then,” coaxed Bess. “Make him cum. Take it all in.”

“Yeah!” yelled Trixx. “C’mon girl, show us whatcha’ got!”

Encouraged by her fellow bovine bitches (and one vixen), Lilly did just that, slobbering on Jamie’s twitching cock with sloppy, deep motions. She gripped Jamie’s hip with a hand while holding her mother’s shoulder for support, eyelids closed as she did everything in her power to drain Jamie’s hefty bull balls. Jamie groaned and grunted as his fat meat vanished into her young, tight throat, his testes smacking against her chin as she eagerly throated him, hoping to coax out his seed and feel him release inside her.

“Mmmmf. . .”

She didn’t have to wait long. Her attentions and utterly perfect servitude drove Jamie wild, his shaft twitching to life inside her oral tunnel. He exhaled as seed burst from his tip and flooded Lilly’s throat, hands taking her head as he slammed his hips into suckling lips, banging his orgasm into her tight grip. She sputtered and squeaked in excited surprised, eyes rolling back as she allowed her bull to use her like the young cock-sock she was. Rivers of white dribbled down from her lips, pooling into the luxurious carpet as her sloppy gasps intermixed with Jamie’s rough thrusts.

Jamie pulled free, allowing the young bovid a moment of reprieve as his cock continued to spasm, ropes of seed covering her fucked-stupid visage, splattering her hair, neck, and wobbly breasts. Lilly, post face-fuck, looked utterly dizzy, her lips curled into a submissive smile. Jamie chuckled as his still-hard shaft pummeled her face with his issue, ensuring all the girls were witness to his powerful seed and ability to remain sexually ready at a moment’s notice.

Lilly remained on her needs, purring in content as she felt the seed between her fingers, gasping loudly while her mother nodded in approval.

“What a performance!” Bess complimented. “You made me very proud Lilly. What a good girl.”

The others nodded and chimed in with approving sounds, Trixx muttering a “damn” as she stared at Jamie’s hard, throbbing cock. All eyes were affixed on the bull, but no one made a move yet.

“Well, I can’t very well leave you ignored, can I?” Jamie finally said, his lustful eyes going to Bess. He pet her on the head in possessive fashion, incurring a delighted moan from the busty bovine girl.

“I think it’s only fitting you get bred, here and now, in front of everyone, right?”

Bess gasped, eyes widening while her cheeks went red from newfound arousal. “Oh my, Jamie, listen to you! Now that’s how a bull should treat his girls, mm?”

Jamie looked at the others and gestured. “Of course. Why don’t you gals help her get into a good position for me while I fuck her stupid.”

The others emitted an excited gasp. Without hesitation, a couple of them strode over to join Bess, giving her an envious look. Sally and Mary came to Bess’ side, kneeling down next to her, kissing the mother cow with coaxing smooches.

“Hope you can make us look good,” Mary said, wearing a grin.

“Heheh, yeah,” Sally added. “Don’t want to disappoint the big bad bull!”

Jamie watched with approval as they got Bess into position, pushing her onto her back and raising both her legs, giving Jamie ample view of Bess’ ripe, juicy pussy. Bess didn’t resist and wore a hungry look, squeezing her massive tits and staring back at Jamie with wanting eyes.

Sally and Mary shared her expression, eagerly holding Bess in place, exchanging looks. “Damn Bess, you get that big fat dick all to yourself? Uggh, lucky,” Mary said.

“Hah!” chortled Jamie. “Oh don’t any of you worry, you’ll get your turns in due time. Sooner than you think, hehe.”

Again, that caused the crowd of girls to blush, the prospect of getting banged by the bull too delicious to ignore. For now, however, Bess was the lucky one, and her aching pussy was all-too-eager to feel Jamie’s twitching cock inside her.

“Mmf, don’t keep me waiting Jamie. . .”

“Maybe,” he smirked. “Or, maybe if you beg for it.”

Bess bit her lower lip, cheeks flushing a brighter shade of rose. “Oh god, Jamie! Don’t do that, nng, I can’t take it! I’m begging you to fuck me, please! Fuck me and breed me!”

Jamie had enough self-control to hear the words and enjoy them, satisfied to hear the lead cowgirl completely submit to him. However, he did not have the fortitude to stare at a big titted bovine bitch with her juicy cunt exposed and resist her. At once, he moved forward, climbing over Bess with his throbbing head tapping against her outer lips, saliva and sex from the previous facefuck dribbling into Bess’ awaiting pink flower.

“Nnnyes!” Bess quivered, her hands going to cheeks as she gazed at the punishing cock with lustful, obsessed eyes. Jamie mounted her so his face was in front of her, applying a dominant stare. With the other gals’ help, they kept her in a perfect position for a frenzied mating press, Jamie intending to take complete advantage.

In one slick motion, he shoved every inch of himself into her juicy pussy, driving into her until he was buried to the hilt, fat balls trembling as her wet, sticky warmth enveloped him. Bess cried back with a delighted moan, panting as she felt the bull’s big inches stretch her nice and wide. Despite the soft slickness of her massaging cunt, she maintained a pleasant tightness, suckling Jamie’s bestial root with perfect, precise suction.

“God, fucking hell I forgot how good it feels to be inside you,” rasped Jamie, grasping Bess so he had her perfectly locked in his possessive embrace. The others continued to watch with envious, whimpering gazes, licking their lips as they watched Jamie’s sloppy shaft push into Bess with relentless motions. Jamie began to strike and grind his hips into Bess, smashing into her delectable cunt with brutal force, punishing her pussy with his masculine motions.

Each motion sent a spasm of wild moans from Bess, her tongue lulling out and eyes rolling up as she felt her master bull claim and control every inch of her tunnel and awaiting womb.

“Oh fucking god J-Jamie, yes! Oh please fuck me, just like that! G-god! You’re stretching me apart, nnghugh!”

Her lust-struck words sent Jamie into a further frenzy, slamming his hips into her fertile nethers, her fat thick ass wobbling with each impact, while her plump, hefty breasts cushioned his chests. This was no time for intimacy, all Jamie could focus on was dumping his seed into her, his cock consumed by wet, hot electric tingles accompanied by the ravenous moans of Bess.

Some of the others were so awestruck they couldn’t help themselves. They all cooed in unison, touching and massaging their sensitive zones, breasts, and nubs. Trixx swore, surprised at how voracious she was for Jamie to potentially fuck her this way, bending over a bit to plunge a pair of digits into her own vixen pussy.

“You love it?” Jamie grunted through his commanding sweeps. “You like bein’ fucking claimed by your bull?”

“Y-yes!” Bess cried back. “It’s so incredible! Ungh, Jamie, I’m b-begging, don’t stop!”

“Then who owns you?” he challenged.

“You!” she whined in return. “O-only you! You own my cunt, my body! I’m only for you my b-big bull!”

“Good girl,” Jamie said back between his punishing thrusts, one of his hands coming to greedily squeeze and smack Bess’ ample rack.

That was all he needed, and for the next several minutes the entire chamber transformed into an orchestra of horny, lewd sounds. Between the other girls hissing and pleasing themselves (or each other, unable to hold back their desires) and Jamie’s relentless pummels, the quiet estate turned into a glorified brothel – save there was only one client who claimed all the ladies.

“Yes, yes! Cum inside me! Fill me! Breed a family into me!” Bess whined again, feeling Jamie’s twitching mast grow closer and closer to its peak.

Jamie did just that, finally ceding to Bess’ whims and his own animal desire. Ropes of virile seed exploded from his tip, a hydrant of issue bursting from his heavy balls as he utterly soaked Bess’ tunnel, pumping cum into her ready womb. He pressed down, forcing Bess in place while the girls ensure Bess’ legs remained where they were as gooey, copious seed roared out, drowning Bess in her bull’s ichor. She froze and trembled, head arching back while her tongue drooped out in stupefied fashion, gaze locked to the ceiling while Jamie made sure every drop of himself filled Bess to the brim.

With her own peak, their loins were an utterly sodden mess, soaking the carpet in a puddle of spunk and sex. Jamie continued to let loose with wave after wave of semen, until finally, he collapsed onto Bess in a tired mass of sweaty, exhausted fatigue. His entire body buzzed with a shockwave of perhaps the most pleasant afterglow he’d ever felt, achieving a peak of physical bliss he didn’t even know was possible.

He felt one of Bess soft arms embrace his back, wordless breathing the only sound remaining while the other girls continued to whine and attend to themselves. The afternoon turned into a muzzy haze of foggy sex, Jamie losing consciousness as he drifted off between the split of Bess’ immaculate, thick tits.

-*-

The following evening, Jamie had established a new precedent for the farm. After he and the girls cleaned up, the goal was clear. His declaration wasn’t just a horny-inspired command, it was the plan going forward. He’d take up his role as the farm’s owner and leader, but also as its father. With the girls he hoped to sire a ripe family, trying over and over until he had a healthy horde of children to call his own.

How long that would take he didn’t know, given the breeding controls and gene limits that was part of Chimera biology. But that just meant he had to try really, really hard with the girls, a prospect he was eager for. He figured he could start with breeding rotations and try to visit each gal at least once a day, or just take them whenever he felt the urge. But the point now was to breed, not just handle the numbers for a glorified milking farm.

The others did not resist the idea either and were incredibly excited to share Jamie’s vision. He was no longer a meager accounting trying to get a better understanding of the family numbers, but a true owner of the farmstead. Never in his life could he imagine himself as a leader, much less a “bull,” but here he was.

The sun shown bright down on New Columbia, inviting a future Jamie never could’ve dreamed of.