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"Bovine Parents"

CHAPTER 27

By the start of Tommy's second month on the farm he was fully settled in. The area he was responsible for was made up of the entirety of Jen's former homestead and portions of the existing Reimond-Bovinex farm belonging to his parents. Approximately one-third of their total property was his to manage, and he'd prepared himself as best he could: taking advice on all things from his father. Their bond was firm, and Tommy's eventful indiscretion with Ms. Cain was never once mentioned, leading him to believe Eric had no idea what had happened. Or if his dad knew, he was good at hiding it.

Tommy and Jen were set up in a brand-new barn-house, modelled along the same lines as Eric's aspiring 'bovine' mansion, but smaller. Whether or not his dad had built that strange wooden castle-esque dwelling due in part to a midlife crisis was a point of amusement for the young bull. He wasn't jealous, but god-damn did the money they were raking in from just a couple of cows make it appear so much more...affordable. That was the curse then, wasn't it? Poverty was a thing of the past for the family, but they could never venture out into the world again.

Working the fields was at first lonely, but after Jen had freed up more time to be with him they got on like a house on fire. Same taste in food, similar interest in literature (which explained her fine command of the Inglish language, minus the occasional mispronunciation). They split duties evenly. Tommy's time was apportioned between clerical and administrative chores for Ms. Cain, and manual labour. Jen divided her hours between the aforementioned manual labour, with the remainder occupied with milking and housekeeping. It suited them.

They were fast becoming a couple. Their feelings for each other only growing stronger, ever since first meeting in the lab. At this point there was no need for words, both drawn to each other, instinctively; nature whispering sweet nothings in their ears.

February 2092 -- month two -- brought with it their agreed-upon 'date'. Their home abounded with the smell of a well-cooked meal. The matter was informal; no expensive endeavours, no night out. Just a simple, sentimental dinner, and time to talk.

A famished Tommy ploughed through his food. The scene livened by his animated hunger. He and Jen shared much. Conversation on varied topics. A friendly atmosphere was present; two hybrids entertaining themselves with jokes and stories. Small side-glances revealing truer intentions, camouflaged hints of desire glimpsed in the deep dark of their eyes.

Tommy talked business, to which his companion was receptive. All the while, Jen's studious gaze never failed to capture the minutiae of her soon-to-be lover's thoughts.

"I had Lacey wrangle me a mid-level position with the company. Things are slowly fallin' into place for us."

"Mm-hmm," Jen busied herself eating. She was nearly finished.

"Evans. The boss-man. He's a bit...unnerved about all this gene stuff. Don't rightly know his past with Lacey, but it ain't pleasant."

"She will not tell you?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Not a word. Best not pry, I imagine."

"You are prograt...progressing very fast, Thomas."

"Moo. There you go again, gettin' all formal on me."

"Tommy," she corrected herself. He adjusted his seat and winked. She only used his proper name when romantic feelings stirred -- something Jen was aware of and tried to downplay. Perhaps this would be the night they...?

"But yeah, you're right. I've been promoted sooner than I thought."

"She must have a good feeling about you."

Tommy choked on his food, inadvertently recalling his 'little encounter'. "You...gagchh...uh...you've no idea!" His recovery from his clumsy eating was well-received. Jen's expression lightened.

"Thom--Tommy, I was wondering: do you ever see us...everyone...what we are...sorry it is hard to explain. Us...no longer a secret."

He paused. She was asking if the world would ever know about their hybridisation. That took a while to answer. "I can see it happening. One day. Not now. We're too isolated and too few, not powerful enough to cope with it. Can't imagine the fallout. News teams all over the place. Hysteria..."

He poked his meal with his fork. He stared at the steamed vegetables pinned beneath his cutlery, feeling an odd connection to his food. Stuck in once place, like he was. "If it's guaranteed no-one would care much, I'd go for it. When I've more influence with Bovinex that is..."

Fat chance of that happening, unless folks don't mind dairy products made with a bunch of once-human cowgirl's milk.

"This Mr. Evans has taken a liking to you, has he not?"

"Moo," he answered with a note of positivity, "he's more a fan of me than Ms. Cain." Tommy leaned in over the table. "Truth be told, given she's no longer that involved in the company, I think he's glad to be rid of her. I can use this. Keep pushin' for advancement."

"True. Lacey has been spending plenty of time at home with Eric and Sandra."

Both agreed Ms. Cain was very fond of the family. She'd gone native the most out of all of them, fervently bound to his father's herd. The transient fuck with Tommy had done nothing to dampen her devotion to his father (luckily); after her heat had been quenched she returned to her old self, albeit more awkward around him than previously.

They continued eating, breaking off their chat until Jen spoke up once more...

"Sandra gets on well with Lacey, I would love to have a herd-sister like that, to share you with."

Wow, Tommy thought, she's moving quick. "You don't think that's, like, cheating?"

"No of course not Tommy, you are the herd-leader, it's your privilege."

"Thanks, I guess..." he sat there dumbfounded. "You really know your stuff."

"Your mother and I have had many conversations about herd-life."

"What has she been fillin' your head with?" he snorted, amused at the prospect of him commanding his own harem of sexy cowgirls.

"It is not quite what you think," she shifted in place, "Sandra...your mother...she has lived the longest as a female of our kind. She has had a long time to come to terms with her instincts."

"That she did. Her and dad have put together quite the society. We've our own god-damn traditions in less than one generation...fuck me if that's not progress!" he laughed at the bizarre world he found himself part of. Herd-sisters. Herd-leaders. Herd-whatever-the-fuck. How all this arose from a cruel genetic modification programme he'd never understand.

"Do you not feel it too? The knowledge in the corner of your mind. The belonging that seems to always have been there? It is not a joke!" she sulked. Tommy had visibly upset her.

"It's not a joke," he confirmed, "it's just...new." He looked around the room. "I'm half-expecting us to start wearing tribal masks, wield torches and chant at family gatherings!"

Tommy set down his cutlery, the empty plate before him a sure sign of his satisfaction with Jen's cooking.

"That was lovely."

"I am happy you enjoyed it. I like to think I was a good cook before coming here, but I only ever had myself as a judge," she spat out that last part with real venom. Her ex-husband had never bothered to show up for most meals, often dining out late after work. Having someone appreciate what she could do was a welcome change.

"How do you feel?"

"About--?"

"Everything so far."

"Hmmm," Tommy pondered his lot in life, "I suppose it's different. Not what I thought it'd be."

"How so?"

"Well, the things I expected to be hard to deal with have been...easy, actually. It's the stuff I was confident in doing that've really stood out."

He paused to allow Jen to interject. With no interruption forthcoming, he continued: "I thought the...transformation would be the hardest. I was throwing away any hope of a normal life. I mean, seriously, could you drive downtown and run errands lookin' like this?"

"No."

"Exactly. I saw my parents seclude themselves that way. I reckoned I'd hate it...but...now I'm here, and a hybrid bull, and...I don't feel it. I don't feel trapped...I don't..."

He sighed. "It's weird. I know. What's really gotten to me, Jen, is my job."

"Your job. Which...which one? Do you mean farming or working with Ms. Cain?"

"Uhm, both I guess. The farmin' less so. My family have owned and ran farms before, I was no stranger to it. But why I decided to come back...was to help them..."

"It is impolite of me to ask, but, Tommy, you keep talking about helping them as the reason you came home...why?"

He ran a hand through his head-fur. "Because," he looked sad when he spoke, "I...feel alone without them."

"You do not have to--"

"Yes I do. For Chrissake Jen we're gonna be livin' together for the rest of our lives. I owe you an explanation at least!"

"That is very honest of you."

"My mom and dad, bless them, have always looked out for me. Since I was a child. Every scrape, every injury, every moment of sadness they were there. Supporting me was something they did out of pure, god-damn love! There are like a million ways a family in poverty could've discarded me; put me up for adoption, straight-up leave me on a doorstep and high-tail it out of state..."

He held back a sniff, clearing his throat instead. "But they stood by me! Went without to feed and clothe me. Most of my life they weren't earnin' much, before that they had a stable income -- but it wasn't great. As such the vast majority of my time on this Earth has been in a less-than-stellar financial environment."

"Mooh," he sighed once more, heavy with emotion, "I ran away when dad hit me. I was fucking furious at him for doin' that. But it led to me forgetting why that happened...why it was even possible for his anger to take over. The transformation! Jen...they gave up their humanity, became genetic freaks of nature...for me! To support me!"

"Tommy--"

"I can never repay that!"

"Please--"

"I was able to finish school thanks to the money they made afterwards. They were prepared to give me every opportunity to flourish in the world. And I was going to abandon them...was gonna run away for good. I couldn't bring myself to do it Jen."

Jen remained silent as he opened his heart to her. "When...when they told me my mom was pregnant...I lost it. I couldn't push the fact I had siblings out of my mind...and I started to worry about them. Mom, dad, the twins."

"I--I came home to support them, like they supported me. I was hard to look at my father again, but...we made amends. I knew he regretted his actions the moment he hit me, I saw it in his eyes. I--I--I'm gonna make things better for everyone here, I know I can..."

Not a single sound could be heard in the room, apart from the faint hiss of the oven extractor fan powering off.

"Ah," he coughed, "sorry for, uh, ruining the evening."

"You did no such thing." He just cemented his position in Jen's eyes as a good man. He'd made her evening.

"I may have gone overboard there," he joked, poorly hiding his heartache, "but I hope I can do enough to improve our lives here."

"You will," she smiled.

"Shall we clean up now or..."

"Soon."

"I have to say, I'm likin' the setup we got here."

Jen glanced around, taking in the sights of their new home. "It is a nice little house."

"Well," Tommy chuckled, "little for us! I'd say most folks would call this place huge. Say, what are we going to do with your old home?"

Jen wondered that as well. Her old abode, while a fashionable country home (purchased when she and her ex-husband were riding the high of infatuation), was far too small to accommodate a hybrid like herself -- even though she was one of the shorter ones.

"I do not really know."

"Hmmm. Maybe we'll have it preserved, it'd be a shame to knock it down. And there's no way in hell we're renting it to humans. Humans. In the middle of our land!? Ha!"

Their collective mood brightened. The last remaining dinnertime chatter was conducted over their plans for a life together. Jen wanted to raise his spirits after his heartfelt admission, and decided to take the initiative. She had the perfect plan in mind...

"I had a good milking today," Jen said as she cupped her furry breasts.

"Oh, that's nice. I'd ask how it went but I guess--"

"There's not much to say?"

"Um...suppose so."

"Heh," Jen chuckled, "they feel nice and bouncy now. Not as heavy as this morning." She jiggled them for effect. Tommy thought about crossing his legs to conceal his growing erection.

"Jen, you've no idea how much I want--"

A tinny clatter of metal broke the peace of their otherwise quiet exchange.

"Ooops! Dropped my fork," Jen said before descending to the dining room floor to retrieve it.

Tommy laughed at her clumsiness. He could hear her crawling around on the timber floor.

"Ah man, just when I--"

He stopped mid-sentence. Obscured by the tablecloth, something warm and slimy had wrapped itself around his rigid member.

Tommy lifted up the cloth to reveal Jen sucking him off. Surprised, all he could do was sit back, thank God (if he existed), and let it happen.

"Early dessert huh Jen?"

"Mmmm-hmmm," she slurped at his pride and joy. Her darling eyes stared up at him, her dainty muzzle tending to his massive meat. Tommy could feel her tongue slither and slide around his cock as she treated him to his first ever blowjob. He'd never forget this moment.

"I...urgh...thought we were gonna have...whew...several dates before--"

She silenced him by pushing forward, consuming his entire length.

"Holy shit!" Tommy gasped as she deep-throated him._Girl's got talents,_he merrily mused.

He threw his head back. "Ahhhh..."

Her tender ministrations brought him to his peak. He felt his balls tighten as he unloaded his pent-up desire. He grabbed the back of her head. She grabbed his ass cheeks. They held each other in place as he came.

Jen -- not content with merely stimulating her lover -- dutifully drank every last drop of his male milk. She looked on as he emptied his balls into her mouth repeatedly, each spurt another salty treat for her.

Finished, Tommy returned to his senses. "Geez Jen, you...heh...are more of pro than I thought."

"You know I was married."

"I know. You have more experience. I get it. However. Somethin' tells me you didn't put out like ya did just now for him."

She licked her lips. "You would be right."

Tommy pushed the chair back from the dinner table as Jen rose to her full height. Her curves had the right amount of bounce to enliven her movement. She straddled him in his chair. Rubbing her thighs and butt on him -- marking her territory -- as she got comfortable.

"Thomas Reimond."

"Jen Hwang-somethin'."

"Do you take me to be your mate? First of your herd?"

"I do." Amused by her faux-wedding vow, he improvised: "and do you take me to be your bull? Your herd-leader?"

"I do I do!" she giggled, "I want you to be my big beefy bull! I want to be yours forever!"

"Then let's make it official!" Tommy quipped. She squealed in delight as she sat on his lap, his hot, thick shaft ready for action, rubbing against her body, teasing her. A squirt of pre dampened her belly fur, mixing with her saliva and his prior release.

Her hands grabbed his pecs as she lifted herself up, allowing Tommy to position his member below. His bulging staff tickled her as he pressed it gently against her delicate flesh.

Affirming her readiness, Jen planted a kiss on the bull's snout. Tommy reciprocated, the two mashing their sopping lips together. His second ever romantic encounter, Tommy subconsciously bolstered his untested skills, the natural aptitude he had discovered with Lacey coming into play once more. Steering his tongue as it explored his new lover's maw. His worries of being inexperienced disappeared as they carried on kissing. Just do what comes naturally, the animal corner of his mind assured him.

Jen pulled back and prepared to lower herself onto him. Tommy grinned eagerly. Though she retained her youthful exuberance, as a few years older than he, Jen was no stranger to the art of making love. She saw his eyes burn with raw desire, certain that the horny male had the stamina she needed in a partner. She would help guide him, to maximise their pleasure.

"Ah."

His cock slipped into her, just the first inch or so. Jen made sure to react calmly, lest she lose control and allow her excited lover to finish too soon. She cautiously let herself slide down his cock. Taking her sweet time with every inch. Tommy moaned as her soft insides gradually enveloped his bullhood. Warmer than her mouth, nice and tight to boot.

It took several minutes of teasing and easing for Jen to reach the base of his plump pillar. Exhaling as she was opened up, with him fully inside her she stopped. Her bovine flower had being taken. Penetration at long last.

Hopefully, the first of many.

Tommy watched her seize up, his shaft held in a vice-grip by her depraved canal. He watched her pause to breathe, having failed to do so the entire time she was taking him. The virile hybrid enjoyed the sensation of being contained, feeling her puffy nether-lips kiss his balls, her gorgeous body disguising its tightly-wound mesh of muscle and sinew beneath silken fur and just the right amount of fat. All his now.

He smirked as he fantasised, conjuring memories of studying Grecian texts for school. Tales of Minotaurs and other anthropomorphised creatures. They were beasts to some, demigods to others. Tommy preferred the godly interpretation. No surprise there.

Jen, you're perfect...

In his mind's eyes it was clear as day. An ancient temple. Part-historical, part-mythological. He saw himself sitting atop a marble throne, and entire army of servants at his beck and call. Beside him: Jen, ornate Hellenic jewellery decorating her figure. He was the same: bracelets, decorative greaves, piercings, gold bands 'round his horns, and a nose-ring. His army of worshippers brought tribute, donations to himself and his mate to curry favour. Offerings of wealth, power, fertility...

He lay upon his throne, graciously accepting their feeble tokens of worship. His great nude form a spectacle to the cowering citizens, resplendent in stark contrast to the poor tunicked peasants. They scanned his powerful body with fearful eyes, none wishing to anger their lord and master.

His strength cowed them. His virility shamed them.

His bullhood lay exposed to the crowd, like the rest of his naked figure. Its size a cause for envy among lesser beings. Those present averted their eyes from his male majesty.

Man...I've got the best mate...and the best imagination!

...

Wish it were all real...

He sat, entranced, as she held him deep inside. Heh, you're real.

"I have...moo...been waiting for this..."

"Mmm," Tommy rumbled, waking from his day-dream, "same."

Jen moved slightly, causing him to utter a moan as her actions tickled his confined cock.

"T-Tell me I am beautiful."

"You are."

She smiled. Giddy, she jumped in place, forcing a gasp from Tommy as the motion caressed his shaft.

"I cannot believe we are mates! I have never been happier!"

"Me too my dear, me too."

After all this time, Jen thought, to have found someone who truly loves me.

She noticed him fidgeting, a distracted look on his face. "What is wrong? Tommy...are you not pleased?"

"Nothing could be further from the truth, Jen. All I was wonderin' was: is this chair gonna survive our sexy-times?"

She giggled the hottest giggle. "We can always buy another chair, Tommy."

"That we can!"

They fucked. They fucked good.

They fucked raw and hard...

Tommy could barely contain himself by the time Jen started to bounce on his cock. Her strong legs supporting her as she rode his socks off.

Tommy was perfectly oriented to achieve maximum penetration. Each deep thrust hilted him, his balls slapping against her ass. Jen tingled at the image of those orbs, filled with more seed than she could handle, coating her inner walls with his male essence. Not even a full-on blowjob had diminished his potency.

At a moment like this, she was glad her bovine biology worked using heat cycles. It made bareback lovin' all the more fun with no risk of pregnancy.

Her bobbing boobies occupied the entirety of Tommy's vision. Her dairy moneymakers sprang up whenever his hips bucked, and jiggled with surprise every time he reached her furthest depths and she flinched at the contact.

Jen held his shoulders as she convulsed, allowing him the freedom to fondle her breasts. He took every advantage of the situation, his hard-tipped fingers pinching her sensitive nipples -- eliciting a squeal at each assault upon her divine mammaries.

Tommy upped the tempo. His hips worked overtime, now leaping off of the seat as he thrust upwards. The chair creaked under the strain it had been subjected to. "Moo!" he bellowed midst the lewd performance, desperately building towards his climax. His bullish lips drew back into an amorous grin. He cast his horned head as far back as he could, his body fit to burst at the intense pleasure.

Jen's breathing shortened as her sexual zenith approached. Her pumping hunk of a bull bared his teeth as the summit of his own bliss materialised. Clutching his broad horns, the force of her oncoming peak hit her.

"This is it! This is it! We are a herd now. I am your mate. I am your wife. Eeee!" Jen shuddered with glee as last gasp of her orgasm rocked her world.

Sandra was right...this is amazing! Jen's mind was awash with endorphins, nothing could've prepared her for the pleasure she was feeling right now. Never as a human had she experienced something so sublime.

"Grrrggh!" Tommy grunted, continuously shooting ropes of cum inside her. "MOOOO!!!" he roared triumphantly. He came even harder than he did with Lacey. Hands clawing at her back, his powerful arms holding her close.

"Mooo!!" Jen whimpered her own cute cry. She felt his heavy balls pulse with orgasmic energy as they filled her with her bull's cream. She rushed a hand to her mouth, covering it. Her muffled climactic screams were music to Tommy's ears.

The storm died down. The chair had survived. They laughed about this fact.

Both hybrids remained locked together, Tommy's softening member still rooted firmly within his mate. There was scant need to talk, all that was required of them was to hold the other, embrace the other as the embers of their passion cooled.

Jen idly stroked her lover's head, examining his sculpted physique. Tommy nursed from her tingling breasts. Shimmering sparks of sexual thrill travelled through her frame as he suckled at her aching melons.

"Jen," he said, removing his mouth from her nipple - his flexible tongue flicking the exposed nub of flesh as he did so.

"Yes...my love."

"It's gettin' dark. Wanna call it a day?"

Jen answered with a smirk. "Only if I get repeat perf...perf...god-damn it!" she swore in a perfect imitation of her mate's cadence. Tommy was very nearly brought to tears laughing.

"...per-for-mance!" she sputtered, getting the word right at last. She huffed as she climbed off him, freeing his spent shaft.

"A repeat performance huh?" Tommy glanced at his generous cock with pride, "I can manage that..."

That night, the pair slept together for the first time as a couple.

As lovers.

As a_herd._