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"Bovine Parents"

CHAPTER 26

Tommy carried a stack of files with him as he traversed the Reimond-Bovinex farmland. Purchase orders and milk yields were the mainstay of his collection. All ready for Ms. Cain to sign on the dotted line.

It was now nearly a month since his return home, and -- though he and Jen were fully prepared to run their side of the farm -- he found himself spending most of his time with his parents and Ms. Cain, sorting out paperwork and assisting Lacey in her office duties. All necessary drudge work for his goal of one day taking over.

He was thinking about Jen again.

Jen...a vision of beauty without compare.

Though both being acutely aware they fancied each other, they preferred to ease themselves gradually into a relationship. There would be a date, dinner, perhaps several. It sounded fun to both of them so why not spread things out?

Tommy was nervous. Especially regarding never having been in a relationship before. Never having kissed a girl -- that was more Nick's area, he was the lovelorn Lothario of the duo. Everything would be new to him, even...sex. Just thinking about it made him feel funny. It sounded foreign to him. Him! Doing it with a lady!

Putting his hang-ups aside, he resolved to take it one step at a time. Conquer each milestone when he got there.

For Jen, the anxiety was also present, though from an altogether different source. She had prior experience with relationships -- hell, she'd even been married for a few years before transforming. It wasn't novice mistakes she fretted over. No, she was concerned about her previous failures. She considered Tommy a nice person, and handsome to boot, one whom she didn't want to end up falling out with.

She too forced herself to take things slow. Give them time to adjust and adapt.

The crunch of gravel on the path beneath his hooves brought Tommy back to the real world. He planned to complete his weekly errands by sundown today, giving him time to relax over the weekend. Maybe he'd share a beer with his old man, or go for a workout at Eric's homemade gym.

I wonder where everyone is?

He wandered near the house.

Mom, dad...they're probably out in the fields with the twins.

He sniffed the air, there was an odd odour present. He carried on thinking to himself.

Ms. Cain...

He searched for his manager. Tommy was due a review of his work with the company so far, and had already begun to ingratiate himself -- dutifully aided by Ms. Cain of course -- with its upper echelon. Director Evans was simply relieved to have someone else to deal with aside from Lacey, and the son of the Reimonds was an agreeable fellow, even as a ten-foot Minotaur.

Again, there was that smell. Faint, but right under his nose.

Tommy glanced at his forearm, where a crudely-modified watch was strapped to his right wrist. The original strap having been taken out and replaced with a much longer piece of material to cover the girth of his arm. This made the actual display itself humorously small compared to his body, and Tommy had to bring his arm close and squint to work out the time.

Two o'clock. Where could she be at two?

For a moment he was stumped. What followed was a sharp slap on the forehead as he realised his stupidity.

Dh'oy. I have her calendar right here!

A quick consultation provided the answer.

Of course, she's in the parlour. Tommy refused to call it a milking shed -- heck, 'milking' anything -- that part of the farm remained an uncomfortable concept to him. It lay but a brief stroll away, as he was already close to the barn-hall.

Approaching the 'parlour', Tommy stopped.Wait...I can't just barge in there. She's probably...um...milking...

"I can't," he repeated, "I can't just--"

What is that smell? It's so...nice...

Interrupted by his own senses, he closed the distance to the milking shed, the pheromones growing stronger, more intense. They were clouding his mind. Exciting his perception. His subconscious was egging him on, guiding him towards the female he knew was behind the door. He just needed to open it.

But could he? She was definitely in the middle of milking, a very private moment for a cowgirl; he wouldn't want to disturb her. The closer he got though, the less apprehension he felt about entering. Why was that? Why did he feel that way?

Yeah, it's probably fine to go in. She won't mind.

Drawn in by the divine scent permeating the air, he opened the creaking door.

* * *

Unaware of her audience, Lacey bit her lip and let out a strained moan. Her heat was in full force, its stinging pain harsher than ever; with no relief in sight.

In previous years she avoided Eric during such periods, reluctant to commit to sex during nature's special time. The risk of pregnancy frightened her, she didn't feel ready. Avoidance made it so much worse however. Sandra's heat had calmed down after giving birth, her body adapting to raise the calves she had -- not the ones she could bear in the future. Lacey's, meanwhile, only worsened the longer she left herself childless.

Thinking she could distract herself, she concentrated on the steady_thrumming_ of the machine, pumping her plump breasts for delicious milk. She leaned forward, stretching out her back and legs, panting every now-and-then.

This isn't helping, she thought, the burning is still there.

_Please don't let anybody walk in on me right now._The cosmic irony was lost on her as Tommy watched his boss and...step-herd-aunt?...suffer.

The young bull was entranced the sexiness of the unsuspecting cowgirl in her current predicament. Every time she shifted her stance she ended up settling on another boudoir pose. Butt sticking out, firm cheeks, breathy moans. Tommy watched her gasp as the machine slurped greedily, watched her grip the side-rails to balance herself as her legs weakened, watched her buns twitch with each excruciating_throb_of her heat.

He couldn't tear his eyes away. He cursed his youthful lust as he stared on, ashamed he was playing the voyeur to a woman who deserved privacy.

He very nearly cussed out loud when he felt his bullhood rise, encouraged by the scene in front of him. He gritted his teeth and swore he'd leave, but couldn't. He remained frozen in place, captivated by Lacey's alluring display.

Mustering a modicum of free will, Tommy placed the documents he was carrying down to one side, atop a short bench propped up against the shed wall. He looked down at his member. At full mast his shaft stood at nineteen inches, a hybridised mix of human and bovine, like the rest of him. It taunted him. Stiff in the afternoon air. Constrained, as if it wanted to grow larger, the pressure building within him for release.

Lacey moved again. This time she bent over, exposing her precious entrance, unintentionally presenting herself to Tommy. His mouth hung open, unable to believe what was happening. Further stupefied by the exotic scent dancing in the air.

She coughed. It was enough to snap Tommy out his haze. Not enough to convince him to leave.

Lacey, in midst of her anguish, thought about masturbating. About sliding a hand down to tend her needy sex, to alleviate her torment. But she denied herself the pleasure, knowing that in her heightened state it would only worsen the hunger. Worsen the burning.

She held herself semi-upright, still baring her goods at Tommy. Her thighs slick with feminine juices. Her labia swollen and wanting.

I need a male. I need one. But I can't...I can't risk it, can I? I'm not ready. Not ready.

Oh God it hurts!

"Moo," she sobbed.

She needed Eric. She needed her bull to come and take care of her. But here she was, alone. She could go and find him (of course); she could corner him somewhere and finally extinguish the flames within.

But was she prepared to take her chances? Could she?

Fate made that decision for her.

Tommy noticed his papers begin to slowly drift to one side of the bench.Uh-oh. If they fall, she'll hear it!

Holding his breath, he made a move for the sliding documents. Luck was on his side. He caught them before they dropped off the bench entirely. Crisis averted.

That was close!

He exhaled as quietly as he could. So far he'd successfully kept things stealthy.

Okay, okay...I'm gonna stand up...and leave the room, and close the door behind me...yeah, leave the room...

He rose slowly, not noticing where his horns were heading.

CLANG!!!

Ssshhhiiittt!

He'd struck the metal door with his unwieldy head-piece, issuing forth an incredibly loud and startling noise.

"Ohmygod," Lacey screamed as she jumped up, her heart racing at the sudden shock.What was that!? What's going on?

She shut off the machine, flipping the control switch and spinning around to find the source of the disturbance. Looking over her shoulder she saw Tommy.Tommy!? Leaning over the back bench, a bundle of work documents in his hands.

She scanned his face and found him deeply embarrassed.

"Err...hi."

"Tommy...moo...what are you doing here!?"

He rose to full height. "I...I um, was bringing you these." He waved the papers for effect.

"And ya couldn't have waited outside because...?"

Tommy gulped nervously. "I thought you would be fine to come in, I--I thought you were finished by now."

"Cut the bullshit. That's a big fat lie."

"Yeah...I feel real shitty 'bout this. I don't know why I thought..." The pull of her scent had vanished, leaving him in a tizzy. Clarity ruled the moment, and boy was it a rude awakening.

Why did he think it was okay!?

Wait...he's been here for how long? And I've been bending over...

"You saw me...you saw everything!" she squealed. "How long have you been watching me!?"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please don't tell my dad!"

"Mister I've half a mind to waltz right up to Eric and tell him exactly what you've been--" her berating was interrupted as her eyes explored the young bulls body. Catching sight of his erection, her mind went blank.

That's...that's...

That's...unexpected...

"Ms. Cain?" Tommy spoke softly, careful not to cross her.

"Hmm?"

"You were, you were saying?"

"What...oh, your father. What you've been--" Lacey paused again. She was acting very out-of-sorts. Tommy decided to change the subject, hoping to avoid being told on.

"Where are the others?"

"Not sure."

Tommy was now beside Lacey, cognizant of his burgeoning desire. Her heat-scent, her posture, it all served to grow his appetite. She also fought back thoughts of a carnal nature.

"What's wrong?" he asked, subconsciously aware of the answer to his question.

"Nothing," she averted her gaze, "it's...nothing."

She felt the bull take her hand, gently caressing her palm. This meagre act of comfort was enough to set her mind at ease. The sensations weren't so bad now that someone else was here to talk with. Still looking away from him, hiding the onset of her emotionally-charged waterworks, she wondered whether it was wise to confess. She could let him know, right?

"You can tell me. If it's personal I can keep a secret."

Lacey let out a sudden cough, clearing her throat of nervous lumps.

"Ms. Cain, if you want me leave I'll--"

"It's my heat!" she sniffed, tiny tear-drops collecting in the corners of her eyes, "it's never been this bad before."

Tommy wasn't sure how to respond. Lacey had just keyed him in to an extremely intimate issue. This type of girl-problem would be better handled by his mom, but she was nowhere to be found.

"It hurts really really bad!"

Tommy consoled her, holding her hand as she drew laboured breaths in-between sobs. He progressed to warmly hugging her, and felt the still-attached suction cups poke at his chest.

"Mooh, okay. Let's start by getting the milker off you so we can talk proper."

Carefully he helped Lacey disconnect the milking machine, stepping back to give her plenty of space to adjust the harness without bumping into him. Done. Now came time to remove the cups. His hands accidentally brushed against her breasts a couple of times, setting off her overly sensitive nerves. She distracted herself enough on the task at hand to keep those emergent cravings at a manageable level.

"I think some of it spilled."

"That's fine. I was almost done anyway..." her voice drifted off into nothingness. She turned to face him, teary-eyed. "Thank you," she said, "it's good to talk to someone right now."

"Isn't there something you can take for this? Medicine?"

"No I'm afraid not."

"Mooh, that sucks."

"Sure does," she sniffed. It looked to Tommy like she was regaining control of her emotions, for the time being at least. "There's too few of us to have done anything. We can put Frank on it in future I suppose."

"I see you're feeling it too," she forced a laugh and motioned to his partner-in-crime. She'd clearly seen his hardness.No explaining away this, Tommy reckoned.

"Unintentional side effect, I guess," the young bull shrugged his shoulders, downplaying the incident as best he could. His remark produced a giggle in the older female.

"Um...that's partially my fault, I suppose. I can smell it too."

"You do?"Thank God she doesn't think I'm totally a pervert!

She nodded. "My heat, it gives off a strong -- let's say --fragrance."

"Is this usual?" he asked between bated breaths.

She nodded again, resting her head against his chest. "Uh-huh."

"And it's gotten worse each time?"

"Mmmm." Lacey was beyond full sentences at this point. She wanted to fall asleep in his arms, if only for a fleeting instant before the next dreaded pang of her female season scorched her body.

The passage of time ceased. Neither could tell how long the stood there hugging. Minutes? Hours? Days? Each calm moment a good night's sleep, each flush of Lacey's heat an unwelcome cockerel screaming in the wee hours, dragging them from bed. A cycle that continued over and over and over. Both hybrids breathing in each other's aroma. Quick glances at each other's heaving physique. Minds racing as to escape their situation with dignity intact.

Tommy: stuck in an endless loop of captivation and shame. Yearning to run away from his embarrassment and forget the whole thing happened.

Lacey: tormented by her natural urges. Her head a cavalcade of conflicting emotion. Her nether regions ablaze.

This fucking fire! I fucking hate it!

I can't do this, I can't keep...feel like I'm gonna explode if I don't do something.

She cast her eyes downward, sneaking a peek at her companion's package.

I can't, not like this...can I?

"There's no-one else here."

"What do you--?"

She placed her hands on his taut chest, feeling it heave with each breath. Her fingertips pressed against his sculpted musculature, testing, assuring Lacey that the vision of bovine perfection before her was all too real.

"We don't have to tell anyone."Oh sweet Jesus I'm seducing him!

"Ms. Cain," Tommy appealed to her sense of reason, "that's your heat talking. You don't really mean--"

It was fruitless. Reason had long abandoned the scene.

She pulled him into a passionate kiss. Tommy was taken aback by her advances -- shaken to his core -- but he could no longer ignore the growing lust within himself. The bestial instinct that drove him to accept her, if only for a single evanescent encounter.

The last shred of decency was thrown to the wind when Tommy wrapped his arms tightly around her, pressing himself against her body. Aware of every curve, every contour of her fabulous bovine figure.

The entwined pair descended to the floor, Tommy on top, Lacey below, continuing their kiss. Doubt had been erased from their minds. Worry had handed in its two weeks notice. Caution had leaped from the tallest building it could find. No turning back.

Having never kissed a girl before, Tommy's instincts guided him in ways he only imagined were possible. As Lacey's hands explored his form, he mashed his lips against hers, tongues engaged in a fierce battle. Her eyes were shut. He watched her relax as he took charge of the foreplay, the back of his mind telling him exactly what buttons to push to have the hot cowgirl quiver.

_Holy shit, I can't believe this is happening._That was the last cogent thought to echo through his consciousness before his animal autopilot kicked in.

To Lacey this was a surreal encounter. A dream. Yes...it had to be. She could lie back and let it take her to the peak of ecstasy, carried along the way by the hulking beast she lay beneath.

Confident, Tommy broke their kiss, pulling back to straddle her. His sizzling meat resting on her belly. Lacey reopened her gorgeous eyes. Those pretty pearls tracked his powerful hands as they landed on her chest, massaging her abundant mammaries.

"Yes," she gasped. Tommy reinforced the stupid grin on his muzzle as he conquered his first cowgirl.

Their mutual fondling was book-ended by another desperate kiss, with Tommy pinning Lacey to the floor with his huge musclebound mass. Once more they stole one another's breath. Once more they broke off their salivating assault.

They paused to prepare themselves for what was coming. Tommy's heart beat excitedly.

Lacey propped herself up at an angle, meeting Tommy's lips with a light peck. She braced herself. She was about to offer him paradise.

"Just a...tiny...little itch I need scratched...please..."

He saw her pleading eyes grow fiercer, shine brighter.

All to see him between her legs...

Gasping...

Writhing...

Penetrating...

He was happy to oblige.

Tommy positioned his cock and balls ahead of her nether-lips, leaking pre in profound anticipation.This is it, his thoughts returned to him, this is it!

His tip nestled between her thighs, approaching her swollen labia, the entire area moist from her heat. He arrived at the entrance. With a nod of approval from Ms. Cain he pushed inwards.

Tommy's sex-starved mind instructed him to push further. Sliding as deep as he could he felt her warm insides embrace his shaft, welcoming him to true adulthood. Animated by the wondrous tingling of her vaginal walls on his bare member. No protection, no inhibitions, no nothing.

Lacey cooed as he slid into her. She couldn't expect wonders from a virgin, but that was good enough for her. Something, anything to quell her heat. She reached around and gripped his broad buttocks, ready to hang on for dear life. This would be hard and fast, with no room for coddling her temporary lover like a delicate flower. She needed it rough.

Rough was incidentally the only thing on Tommy's mind. He started to thrust. Gingerly, he built up rhythm and speed, adjusting his technique based on the sweet noises emanating from the shivering female he was inside of. Lacey pitched in to assist, moving back-and-forth to match his actions. She knew he needed a little help here-and-there to get used to lovemaking.

Tommy groaned as he was treated to the time of his life. Lacey mewled like an eager animal, with intermittent moaning and lowing like the cow she was. Her tits bounced beneath him, tough nipples scraping his chest with each buoyant motion. Her beautiful udders, his to enjoy.

Fast approaching orgasm, Tommy sped up even more. Thrusting. Grinding his hips against hers. Lacey sneaked a hand down to her pussy, tending to herself in tandem with the pumping bull.

"Gaaaaggghhh!" Tommy exclaimed, suffocating a roar as best he could. He unleashed a torrent of fresh young bovine seed into the waiting womb of his mature lover. He wheezed, desperate for air; the strength to carry on having left his body.

Lacey followed suit, bringing herself to orgasm shortly after, fingers tweaking her overworked clitoris. Together they collapsed, side-by-side, onto the cold floor. Ms. Cain blessed with her heat-pains fading. Soothed by Tommy's fluids.

There was shock, but it was short-lived. There was joy, but it was fleeting. Finally, a calmness. A moment of clarity, for which to judge their actions. Tommy was unsure of himself, but in a good way. He had become a man. No...not a mere man, a proud_bull_. Strong and forthright on his own terms. At last he understood how amazing it felt to be part of a herd, to taste the feminine fruits of his father's miniature harem. He knew now why his parents (and Ms. Cain) could barely restrain themselves around each other.

"What we just did..." Tommy uttered, the shock merely beginning to fade.

"Thank you." Lacey's voice was discernibly shaky. "I know it was a lot to ask of you. You've never...had...a woman before. And this...this was a once-off okay?"

"Moo," he agreed.

"Not a word to anyone, please..." there were tears in her eyes; he couldn't tell if they were solely tears of joy, "I needed that soooo bad, I--"

"Shh." Tommy reassured her with a soft embrace. "It's okay, it's okay...I think I needed that too. Ms. Cain...Lacey..." They held one another, Lacey drawing in his unique musk. Letting it overwhelm her senses.So powerful, like Eric.

"We can never do this again. Ever."

"Agreed."

* * *

To clear his head about what happened Tommy went for a run. Jogging, he put as much distance as he could between himself and the parlour. That damned milking shed. Where Lacey was. Where_it_ just took place.

SHIT! Shit, shit shit! He shook his head, trying to banish the steamy memories. They would not leave him. Visions of himself and Ms. Cain copulating flashed through his mind. The pair of them hypnotised by her heat, passionately fucking, exploring his sexuality.

What did I do? What the fuck did I do!?

He ground to a halt, bending forward, hands on his legs, taking a much-needed breather.

Crap crap crap crap crap crap...

He thought of Jen. How he desired her. Engaging in carnal acts with Ms. Cain had awakened the fiery demon of lust within him. There's no stopping it. He wanted more! Dad was correct, he wanted a_herd._

Dad.

He felt like shit having betrayed his father like that -- and he swore right then, right there he would never commit such a heinous act again. The herd was sacrosanct. The herd was everything. He wanted, nay, needed his own. I see now how strongly he felt when I...I...um, 'criticised' him.

All those years of awkwardness, disgust and self-imposed repression had come crashing down around him. Old Tommy was an anxious wreck with no self-esteem and a metric fuckton of sexual hang-ups. New Tommy was a horny piece of work, and took shit from nobody. He was a bull. An alpha among hybrids. He could be a herd-leader himself.

Jen.

They'd waited long enough for one of them to gather the courage to make a move. They will be together.

Jen...don't know if I should've let that happen, but someday soon I'm gonna sweep you off your hooves, and make you the happiest cow in the world!

His spirits lifted by his motivational inner monologue, he very nearly forgot why he was galloping through the border woods in the first place.

Oh, right...

The sex.

There was something else he missed.

Crap, I left the papers back there!

He started to run anew.

Went through this whole mess and I didn't even get the signatures I need. Fuck!

The path ahead forked. One road lead off their land, past a gate and into thicker forest -- no use heading that way, not least for the risk of being sighted by outsiders. The other path looped around the wheat fields, which eventually took him back to the barn complex. He figured he might as well carry on that way and catch up with Ms. Cain when...emotions had died down.

Turning the corner he slammed straight into his father.

"Moo! Whoa there!"

Knocked to the ground by the impact, Tommy spluttered and hacked, covered in the dry dust of the forest floor.

"You okay there sport?"

"Yeah...dad."

Eric pulled his son to his feet. His son looked a mess. Exhausted. Dirty. Unkempt fur.

"What's the hurry?"

"I-I, uh, I forgot some work stuff."

"Shoot, that sucks. Where'd you leave 'em?"

"Back...cough...back near the house. Bunch o' files. Green folder."

"Did Lacey have them last?"

"How--uh, how did you know?"

"I was talking to her before I came down here. Over by the workshop. She's back in her office now, if ya need her."

"And...and you're here why?" he puffed.

"I could ask you the same question," his father's gaze sharpened, "seem pretty bushed too, going for run huh?"

"I--I--I--uhm--" Tommy tried to answer. He couldn't come up with a decent excuse besides the truth, and what news that would be!Sorry dad, I just lost my virginity to your second mate, who is technically also my boss...and...

His father broke out into a laugh. "Moo! I'm just messin' with ya son! You look like you've seen a ghost."

When his son didn't respond, Eric piped up again: "your mother and Jen are teaching the girls how to run an egg-and-spoon race. It's actually kinda hilarious watching 'em try to keep their balance," he chuckled, "they get really competitive. But it's funny, 'cause they're toddlers who can barely speak properly. Now I reckon they're trying to talk smack to each other, but it just comes out as gibberish!"

Tommy still looked nervous, but Eric either didn't notice or didn't care. "Anyways. So I went lookin' for places we could do more activities. Games that need a bit more space. Can't have them trampling crops during playtime."

"Oh, I see," Tommy sighed.

Eric noticed his son's aberrant scent, his nostrils flared. Fear washed over Tommy.He knows, doesn't he? Tommy's father continued to view his son with a hint of bemusement.

Smiling, he patted his son on the back and went his merry way.

"Might wanna take a bath."