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After a hearty platter the couple settled in for a low-key night. Diane's teasing remarks were not forgotten by her husband. Sean had a plan in motion. Their meal was finished at six o'clock, when the two bovines -- uncovered bar their fur -- retreated to the living room of the house. The couch made for a welcome reprieve compared to the chairs in the dining room. The two snuggled up together, Sean throwing his arm around his mate's neck, looking comically small beside his big, brawny, and beautiful wife.

Diane found the remote and turned on the TV. Lethargy was creeping into their bodies, a sleepiness that their meal exacerbated. She nuzzled her husband, brushing the top of his head, his ruffled head-fur ticking her sinuses as she breathed. His horns were carefully kept away, in case she got an eyeful. There was only going to be one type of poking tonight...

"Do you wanna watch a movie?"

"Maybe," he replied, stroking her belly as he rested his head against her shoulder, "I kinda just want to lie here, 'side you."

"Mooooh...me too..."

The low volume of the television was the only noise in the room. The lights had been reduced to a comfortable yellow-orange temperature, warm to the eyes but not bright or distracting. This subdued ambiance was great for cuddling. Diane and Sean moved slowly, caressing one another in a methodical fashion. "Yeah," he sighed, "I think we can skip the TV part."

"Moo?" Diane's ear flicked and a smile grew 'cross her face. "Are you making good on your promise of 'after dinner'?"

"Maaayyybe," he smirked.

She looked at him with a loving gaze. Her eyes shone in the dimly-lit room, all the illumination he needed. She had put off her advances at his request, but now it was time for her to collect what she was owed.

"I think," she said, her fingers walking up the centre of his nude body inch by inch, "you're playing for time."

"You do, do ya?"

"Mmm-hmm, I think," she whispered very closely into his ear, "you've something special planned...since I'm home and not staying late at work."

He blushed. "Well, it's nothing spectacular...I just...uhm--" Her wandering hands distracted him as she leaned in close, smothering his side with her frame. The gentle bull fidgeted, excited by her touch. But he wasn't going to let her take charge. Not yet.

"C'mere hun," he grabbed hold of her arms and put them back by her own side, "you'll like this. I've been practising."

"Eh?"

Sean rose from the couch, standing in front of her. He made his nine-foot height mean something to the seated cowgirl, filling her field of view. Diane looked at him with a growing desire, her yearning from earlier hadn't abated. His mauve-tinted fur had settled into a sleek coat over the hour or so they spent eating, now he cut a soft, slender figure. He shuffled closer, his legs entwined with hers, their hooves knocking together. He stroked her cheek, the elongated animal features of her muzzle were touched by his palm, the furry pad's movement laced with affection. She drank in his form. His body wasn't muscular, but neat. His frame wasn't broad, but narrow. His head wasn't bulky, but the perfect balance of delicate and steady. The word was_handsome._ Some might say _cute._Beneath this exterior, and contrary to the occasional instinctual thought that he wasn't the peak of the male physique, he was the true love of her life.

His flat belly was the focus of her attention as she squeezed his love handles. Then, her gaze was drawn down to his bullhood. Like the rest of her mate it didn't compete in size with other bulls, who -- as did all bovines -- went about their lives stark naked, secure in the isolation that the Colony and the other lands Bovinex owned and managed provided. To humans this could be awkward, and many of the corporation's human employees chose to leave them to their own weird quirks. There was nothing more liberating than dropping all semblance of civilisation and stripping down to the bare flesh and fur with your own kind. But that's as maybe, and pondering the lifestyle of her species was put aside so Diane and Sean were able to give themselves entirely to the moment. Two hybrids, enjoying the view.

Diane reached out and placed her hand on the coal-black shaft in front of her. His cock was filling with blood, anticipating her ministrations. Attempting to toy with his piece, Diane rubbed his balls with one hand and gripped his length with the other, deft movements milking him. He gave a snort and swatted her away, distancing her nimble digits from his penis.

"First things first honey," he said, a hint of pleasure from her brief touch underlaid his assertive tone.

He got her to rise as well. She followed his lead, stepping away from the couch. She wondered what would happen.

"Remember how this can fold out into a bed?" he said, and nodded in the direction of he couch.

"Moo."

Sean kicked the piece of furniture and flipped a lever on the side. A mechanism activated, unfurling the cushions and expanding into a sofa-bed.

"Well I realised if you take the end away here it makes for a great massage table." He patted the converted furniture, popping off the headboard that appeared on one end. A horseshoe-shaped ring of padding looped around one end for her snout, propped up by pillows along the length and sides -- which could support her body.

Diane laughed. "Didn't think you were interested in massages."

"Moo...I didn't know much about how to do 'em right. But I got to thinking, my lovely mate would appreciate some relief from the stresses of their job. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh I would. There's been a lot of extra work recently. Late nights. Overtime. Hirings and firings. Security problems."

"I can imagine," he said, embracing her.

Diane's naked beauty was his and his alone to enjoy. Beneath her work clothes -- smothered by the armour reinforcement she was required to wear on the job -- was a body that sent hot-blooded males into frenzied lust. Strong and sexy, she had the means to overpower the toughest bull in the Colony. Her fit figure was the result of hours at the gym, and plenty of restless exercise beyond that. Other females were content to relax and indulge in the fruits of bovine life. Few followed her path of working out and building muscle. Her strength hadn't been needed yet, a normal cow was capable of crushing a human underfoot, even the specimens who've let themselves go. But she knew in some form she'd eventually come to blows with another hybrid. It'd be foolish for the chief of security to skimp on training for such an eventuality. This strict regimen blessed her with a toned form, and Sean loved every square inch of it.

As she moved, he watched her breasts jiggle. The large mammaries were common to their species, and swelled with milk even when not pregnant. Cowgirls, when they come of age, must find an outlet for their overproductive glands, and often this takes the form of daily visits to a milking parlour -- where women could chat, gossip, and spend time in the company of their herd-sisters. Diane, in the mornings before hitting the gym, always dropped 'round to their local parlour. Despite being pumped regularly -- machines draining her swollen udders with the incessant force of a hungry calf -- Diane's breasts looked as ripe and as plump as ever.

A fluffy patch shielded her pussy, similar to the tufts of hair that ringed her hooves. Sean seized the moment to slide a hand down to her nethers, coaxing a weak moan from his mate. He tossed and turned the furry slit, not yet sinking a finger inside -- good things came to those who waited. No, he had a massage to perform. The other stuff can come later...

The tall female leaned over and brushed up against her husband, nipples poking his shoulder and chest. "So, are you my masseur for the evening?"

"Yes ma'am. We can't have our chief of security feeling in the pits. Not when she deserves better compensation."

"This is a company perk then?" she purred, role-playing with her husband.

"Deluxe package ma'am," Sean spoke in a firm, businesslike way.

She began to lie down, taking the time to sexualise her movements. Long, slow, arcing motions. All while staring at her mate lustfully. "I'm ready for my massage," she uttered breathlessly.

They finally broke character and burst into fits of giggling. "Oh God," she chuckled, "that was so dumb."

"Moo. Not at all. I enjoyed it. You can be quite seductive when you want to be."

"Your a better judge of it than me, I suppose...I would be biased after all..."

"Biased?"

"C'mon! Of course I think I'm hot stuff!" she said with an amused tone. "Now...this massage of yours...impress me..."

"Yes ma'am!"

Diane took her place atop the impromptu table, lying face-down. The anthro cow grumbled as she adjusted her posture, settling in to a comfortable position. Her husband strategically placed supporting cushions for her large body. He hadn't done this before. Was she okay with being his guinea pig? She reserved her judgement for afterwards...depending on his performance, of course.

"Hope you know what you're doing Sean," she added, muffled by the cushion her face pressed aside, "if you put my back out, I'll snap yours!"

"Oooh, that's what I like to hear. Fiesty!"

"Shut up and start, ya big dummy!"

Sean clapped his hands together. Time to put his newly-acquired skills to use. He cracked his knuckles and flexed his fingers. Once this ritual of preparation was completed, he placed his arms forward, and applied pressure to her upper back with his hands. Diane felt herself be pushed into the bedding of the makeshift table as her husband pressed down on her back, sculpting her tense body with broad, sweeping motions as his palms cupped the swell and flow of muscle and sinew. Her left shoulder was probed and relaxed, digits applied to pressure points to release knots of built-up strain. A warm rush of pleasant energy spilled out from his touch, weakening her ability to resist his physical charm. Her right shoulder was given the same treatment, and eased her into a sense of rest. The stress just dissolved into thin air.Wow, she realised, he's doing a good job.No, even better...a great one.

Admiration for her husband's dedication to her well-being filled her. She'd been a lucky cow to score a bull such as Sean. He attended to her upper back, covering what ground he'd left untrod after her shoulders. Then he travelled the line of her spinal column -- arriving at her lower back and waist. He spent his time stimulating the layers of flesh and muscle that supported the vast trunk of her body. Her mate's newfound talent was something she intended to avail of at every opportunity. It's not every day that your husband decides to learn the proper techniques of massage therapy. Nor would it be usual for him to conceal it until the right moment, when the accumulated hardship of several weeks of non-stop hustle and bustle weighed down on her, both mentally and physically.

Sean lifted his hands from her, after pinching 'round her waistline, and manipulating the squishy pockets of fat that remained despite her ardent exercise routine. "Okay hun, gonna do your arms now." He motioned for her to present her left arm clearly so he could take it and treat it. First, she let it lie by her side, her husband starting from her shoulder joint and following the limb down, gripping and pressing along the way. He asked her to extend it out, so she did -- marking a right angle from her body. Sean was able to cover her arm in its entirely, all around, and soon switched to her other side. As he worked her right arm her left flopped onto the table, exhausted from the flood of relief coursing through her form. This contagious sensation caught on to her right, partially paralysing her upper half with amiable vibes. Diane exhaled and let of droplet of drool escape her mouth, before quickly clamping it shut to contain the rest. She swallowed and moaned, Sean pausing to check on her.

"Hey, Diane...how am I doin' so far?"

"Gurr...great," she sighed, "feels amazing."

"You don't feel anything weird? Like, I haven't left part of you numb or anything?"

"No no," she smiled (though he wasn't able to see it) and animated her limbs and major muscle groups in turn. Verifying that nothing was awry. Satisfied he knew what he was doing, she gave him permission to continue.

"Moo! Very well..."

Arms done. Legs next. But before he walked that path, he had an urgent appointment with her ass. Diane's eyes widened when he clapped his hands down on her rear, grabbing handfuls of her cheeks with his dexterous paws. "Watch it mister!" she teased. He kept up the facade of an unassuming masseur, kneading her backside with just as much methodical purpose as the other parts of his beautiful mate. Supple flesh moulded by his hands as if it were clay, returning to its original buxom state upon release...only for the cycle to repeat. When he squeezed her butt and rolled her rear with intent, she grew aroused. Her body was well aware he danced a paltry distance from her most precious erogenous zone, and responded how it saw fit -- sending strong feelings of physical desire surging through her.

She moaned deeply. Sean drew his fingers up-and-down the fissure between her mountains, using them to tickle her taint, stroking the velvet fuzz and exciting her instinctual need for stimulation. He knelt, bringing him closer to her pussy. He watched her lips redden, the dark outer flesh blocking his view 'til he parted her labia with his fingertips. Her vaginal canal flushed blood-red, pulsing with lust-fueled want. Her scent overpowered his senses, the sensational aroma of desire.

Diane lifted her front half, turning her head to address her husband: "is this supposed to be part of the massage, or are you just improvising?" She asked this in a sultry tone, her words drenched in arousal.

"Ehm, guilty as charged," he raised his hand as a sign of sheepish confession. "We can take this upstairs soon. Although I should probably finish the massage first eh?"

"Moo...stickin' to the approved schedule. I like that." Diane buried her head into the support again. "Now I want my legs to feel just as good as the rest of me," she cooed, "then we'll move on to something more...intimate."

He abandoned her inflamed entrance and instead tended to her thighs. He plied his trade on the brawny limbs, applying the same tender, measured touch he'd proven to possess so far. More time at this and he'd have her melting like jelly into his arms. The poor woman would have to be poured out of the furniture!

"Almost finished." He was about two-thirds of the way there.

"Nice," she sighed into the bedding, the horseshoe ring cradling her head. "Very nice."

"Glad you like it." Sean continued his massage, hands digging into problem spots and easing their tension. Her bull was hard at work pleasing his mate -- a fact she appreciated immensely.

"Moo...I'm still curious...what...ah! That's the spot right there! Good...good...ahem...what prompted this?"

"Because you deserve it."

She cut through his innocent demeanour with a single serious statement: "no...really..."

He dropped his head. "Ugh. Okay." Diane turned her head to look at him. "Wish I was a better liar," he remarked.

"I'm not being rude, am I?"

"No no! It...it's just me." Sean stopped, sitting Diane up. He joined her on the sofa-bed's flat surface, the supports creaking under the weight of the combined couple. It would hold, their furniture was built to withstand whatever punishment two hefty anthros could deal to it. "You've been very...distant these past weeks. Underneath your cheeriness I can sense it. That empty feeling you get now-and-then. I was worried that--"

"Worried how?" She softened her voice as concern washed over her.

"This is the first time in a while you've really been receptive, y'know. Dinner was great, and I'm happy you're up for some fun tonight. But I've been worried. Worried that maybe our life was getting stale."

He spoke some more, and his mate listened intently: "worried that maybe the lustre of_us_ was fading. Nearly six years, and we went against convention (and our animal instincts) to stick to each other. It's been eating away at me that we made--"

"Made...a mistake?"

"No! God no! Not a...a mistake...no. I'm scared we can't keep this up." Sean poured his heart out to her. This was the first time she'd heard him sound genuinely afraid. Not your run-of-the-mill anxiety, properly afraid of losing hold of something or someone he cared about.

"Sean, honey," she held his hand, "I've had a lot on my plate. We've bought out half of one of the largest states in Unimerica. Top brass is adamant our secrecy is maintained. And I'm trying to stop this whole god-damned Colony from leaking like a sieve into the outside world. You know they're nowhere near ready to see us, hear us..."

"I--"

"But it's nothing to do with you or our marriage. Our MARRIAGE! Huh? Remember?"

The sweet embrace of memory buoyed him. When their friends and colleagues went one way -- diving head-first into the emergent lifestyle of herds, and herd-mates -- they went another. Sean never knew what life was like outside of his hybrid community. Yet there was Diane, an angel from outside, who showed him he didn't have to 'follow the herd' (pun intended) when it came to relationships. They married in June, all those years ago; the white wedding gown wrapped around her impressive figure a beacon of love that stood out from his other memories, a signal from the past, beaming through to the present. Reminding him to snap out of it.

"Sorry," he laughed awkwardly, "I got carried away."

"Hey I share some blame in this too. The stress is chippin' away at my defences. We need to spend time together. To rekindle what we risk losing. Stoke them fires, y'know?" She rubbed her snout on his, nuzzling her lover.

"Can't say no to that."

"Moo! Now," she hopped down and extended her arm towards him, open-palmed, "let's resume this massage of yours in more comfortable surroundings."

* * *

In the bedroom, Diane sat cross-legged at the centre of their double bed, with Sean tending to her shoulders, offering them a final few touches to complete his work. The aches and pains of the day had faded fast.

"Wow, there's a lot tension stored up in here."

"You're just saying that to make yourself sound like a proper massage therapist." She let out an amused snort.

"Uh-huh. Sure. And because I'm not a proper massage therapist there's no way I could do_this!_" he pinned a nerve in her shoulder blade. Only lightly, nothing to cause lasting harm, but enough to send a mild jolt of pain through her, catching her off-guard.

"Okay okay! You're actually doing a good job."

"The exact response I was lookin' for."

Holdin' me hostage eh? Ballsy. "Decided to grow a pair after our conversation?"

"Y'know Diane, I love you an' all...but you've got perhaps the worst grasp of sexy talk imaginable!"

"It's not really my style honey. You know it."

"Moo."

Sean ran his knuckles over her shoulders, kneading the thick muscle.Babe's built like a brick shithouse.

"Excuse me?"

"Said that out loud didn't I?"

"Hell yeah."

Diane rolled her head back as he used his fingertips to prod the base of her neck. The hybrid was willing to let his leaked complement pass.

"Actually, I was wondering: did you ever want to do things the 'hybrid' way?"

"Whadd'ya mean?"

"Moo...y'know...lead a herd?"

"Diane, you know full well I'd be that last person capable of doing that!"

"It's not_all_ big muscly bulls vying for dominance. There's plenty of cows who crave a more caring, considerate lover -- not a brutish hunk. Someone who knows how to make us feel...warm and cosy."

"Are you soliciting me now? Gonna pimp me out to your girlfriends?"

"Shush you."

"And after all this concern I had 'bout our marriage--"

"Zzzzhhh! Zip it!" She clamped her hand around his muzzle. Sean refused to stop talking, although now it emerged as a series of splutters and spit droplets rather than coherent words.

"If I let you go, will you stop with the teasing?"

Sean nodded. She released him.

"Can dish it out but can't take it...for shame," he tutted.

Sean transitioned to finalising the back rub, covering every inch of her with his fine fingers. "Nearly done."

A deep, thunderous rumble emanated from Diane, a funny blend of catlike purring and the resonant lowing that is the hallmark of her bovine brethren. Sean finished his routine. She breathed a pleasant sigh. "Well I feel at lot looser, and more relaxed."

"Yeah that was the plan dear, would be a shitty massage if I left you hobblin' to work tomorrow morning eh?"

"True."

They laid down on the bed. Lights throughout the house had been turned off completely. They hadn't yet lost all light from outside, however. It came through the windows of their bedroom, turning the world a classic shade of black and grey. Minutes came and went, passing the couple by. As the night progressed they spent greater amounts of time trapped...not in a bad way, no...not in the sense of some awful situation. Different. Still. Caught in the other's loving eyes. Drowned by iris-tinted seas.

Sean opened his mouth, parting those broad bovine lips of his, and thus there ventured mellow words. "Speaking of marriage, did you know Aimee was thinkin' of following in our footsteps?"

Diane ran a hand through her lover's fur. "She wants to get married?" she asked, her voice quiet, "to who?"

He arced his body, resting his head in his palm, arm bent at the elbow. Reclining.

"Do you know Daniel, who runs the truck-yard? Tall, thin bull with brown fur that has a sorta greenish tinge of colour? Dunno if he dyes it or that's his natural look."

"Can't say that I do"

"Well I know him. Kinda. We buy stuff at the same hardware store."

"Yuh-huh, and Aimee thinks he's husband material?"

"Let's see...attractive, keeps himself well-groomed, local business owner...there's worse people. No idea what he's like as a person, our interactions have been mainly a few words of small talk. Dude can't be that bad of a guy if he's landed Aimee."

Diane let her timbre betray her suprise. "Aimee getting married." She clicked her tongue. "We might've started a trend!"

"Yup, a trend that's already existed for thousands of years across thousands of cultures worldwide."

"You know what I mean."

"Moo. I do."

"Still think you could do with some side pussy...all pent up in the house most days, waiting for me to come home..."

"Jesus Diane!"

"Oh don't give me that look! You say you'd refuse, but I gotta sneakin' suspicion if I got one of the girls from the milking parlour to drop 'round...mmm...full-time milkers got plenty to hold on to."

She fondled his maleness whilst speaking, shifting closer to him, leaving no gap or space unfilled by their bovine bodies. "How'd we end up discussin' polygamy?" Sean asked as his wife stimulated his hardening shaft. "This was supposed to be a romantic evening!"

"Okay fine. Jokes aside, I believe I'm owed some lovin'."

Sean reached out and took hold of her breasts. "Hehe, speakin' of milkers."

"Now who's shit at sexy talk?" Diane seized his paws, pressing them close to her bust. The fullness of her boobs was his to experience, and the prickling of his palms by her rigid nipples -- swollen in anticipation. "These are premium pears my svelte spouse."

"Mooh...been waitin' all day to give these some attention..."

Get to work then, she mouthed, holding him in place. Craning her neck, she moved into range of his lips, and pressed against them. Their overdue kiss sealed their course of action for tonight. Sean sloppily chomped amidst their oral embrace. His jaw slackened, inviting her tongue in. The slimy muscle forced its way into his mouth, battling his own. Caught in a meek attempt at a tug-of-war, he surrendered his mouth to her conquering flesh. Diane swirled and sloshed, her tongue wriggling like an enormous worm, filling the space he left for it. She exhaled, her breath blowing against the roof of his mouth -- overpowering her mate.

Sean wasn't going to let this continue without some kind of fight. He pushed back, and succeeded in driving her invading tongue to the midpoint of their kiss. His resistance sparked excitement within her. She maintained her position while adjusting her bottom half, hips rolling on the bed. An instant of frantic movement hoist her atop him. Now she straddled her husband, arms pressing down on his chest, towering over him as they locked lips -- enveloping his small frame with her body. His penis sat snugly between her thighs, wrapped in reams of fur and tendon. Comfortably nestled underneath her pussy, positively glowing with need. Sean continued to caress her breasts, cupping them and tweaking the nipples between his fingers. Her breathing swayed her body, each respiration denser and more intense. With the rise and fall of her diaphragm, lungs expanding and contracting, her chest bobbed. Sean -- at each cyclical motion -- trapped her nipples, squishing them using the junction where his knuckles and digits met, while grasping at the plump mounds with the rest of his hands. His capped fingertips dug into the soft breasts. Rubbing...pinching...

Diane threw herself back, shattering their kiss into a million pieces, their saliva soaring in droplet form away from the point of explosive retreat. Her spine straightened, body and bosom free of his clutching paws. His hips were flanked by her thick thighs, almost to the point of suffocation. She squeezed. The crushing force of her legs closing in around him brought tears to Sean's eyes. He emitted a strained cry, shutting and throwing open his eyes in quick succession...only to be confronted by his wife's devious grin as she applied greater pressure. Struggling to cope with her onslaught, the flame that burned within him burst into a wildfire. He adopted her wry smile and reached between her legs, diving into the crevice they formed between his cock and her pussy. He took hold of her leaky lips and rolled them between his finger and thumb. Diane roared. Sean lacked the lungs to match her sound but he joined in. A fierce, animal choir. Upon his satisfactory attention she eased up, loosening her grip and giving him leave to gasp and choke and cough, adrenaline storming through his system.

"I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"No," he rasped, catching his lost breath. "I'll survive."

"I really squeezed the life outta you didn't I?"

"Hah. Yeah."

Diane circled a finger on his chest, ringing his nipple. Quickly she pinched it, causing a sharp exhalation from her mate as he lay trapped between her legs -- at her mighty mercy. "You're..." he started to speak, but the will to finish his sentence was difficult to muster. Her vicelike thighs had exhausted him.

His wife's digits danced delicately on his slender chest. She waited patiently for him to say his words.

"You're kinda terrifying when you do that."

"Mmmm..." she traced the lines of his torso, from bellybutton to neck, "but you love it. Big, dominant female...who loves to show you who's the boss of this house..."

"I do," he purred.

Scooching a couple of inches down so he had space to sit up, she helped him rise. She cradled his head, bringing it forward, while she held his balls, stoking his already painful erection. The black pillar clung to his belly, rigid and upright, as she rhythmically compressed his testes. Matching the thumping of their hearts. Sean moaned. His sac was a helpless victim of her steel grip, the ebb of her compressions afforded him a brief second to compose himself, before her touch tightened again. Against this backdrop he moved his head, mouth open, and accepted her nipple into his slack maw. She stimulated him, her stimulated her.

Diane enjoyed the sensation of him suckling at her tit. He couldn't match the unrelenting force of the milking machines used to drain cows of the vitamin-rich nectar, but that did not matter. There was something special about having a real mouth, flesh and blood, sucking her nipple. Teeth nibbling the swollen nub. Lips forming a seal around her exposed aureolae, tongue spearing her sensitive peaks. Even a dribble of milk emerged, squirting from her breast into his mouth. He felt him slurp down the treat, tongue thrashing as it scrabbled to find any remaining trace of her divine milk. Must be what it feels like to be a mommy cow, feeding her young'uns. No wonder so many of her friends can't stop having kids!

Sean treated both her anthropomorphised udders with tenderness and slow, teasing motion. Those cow boobs were a hotbed of tingling excitement, fueled ever onward by his tongue-lashing. By now her heat was blistering -- everything built up to this moment, and her body knew it. Instinct drove her moistening pussy to throb, aware of the emptiness that needed filling. A wet patch on the bed marked her level of arousal, stained with feminine juices. Sean was also feeling it. His dick was spewing pre with greater and greater exuberance. Fur dampened by the liquid. Dark flesh slick with his own emission, hints of oxygen-rich blood coming through the black-skinned mass, with patches of deep-coloured purple showing.

She stopped squishing his balls, letting his sac dangle, churning with seed. Diane jerked her hips forward, shuffling her bent legs. Taller than her sitting husband. Now her awning cavern hovered above his erection. "Ready for the main event?" she asked with a sense that he really didn't have much of a choice at this point.

Sean nodded. Why would he refuse?

Diane kept one hand on his shoulder, and used the other to aim his cock. Her labia dripped. It'd been a long time since they'd bonded like this. Passion unchained. Exactly what was needed to bolster the love they bore for each other.

Gradually lowering her body, she teased him with her lips. His tip kissed her, probing her sensitive folds. Sean grimaced, nearly squirting right then and there as she dipped his first inch. His dick's rigid head sank into the soft canal, her vagina capturing his bulb and threatening to suck it in further with the force of her body. She noticed Sean was having trouble resisting. "Ah-ah-ah! No hair triggers honey! I want this to last--"

She fell on top of him, dropping quickly, his cock sliding into her all the way. Weighing down on him, she pressed further. Sealing her nether-lips to his groin. Sean -- the air snatched from his lungs at the sudden shock -- cried out:

"AHH!!!! FFFFUUUUCCKKKK!!"

"Feels good, huh?"

"HAH...UGGHH...hack!" he coughed, the warm sensation of his shaft wrapped in his mate's fleshy walls leaving him mute. Locked within her.

Diane used her vaginal muscles to constrict around his bullhood. Rippling up the length of her tunnel with trained precision. For the second time this night Sean found himself caught in her crushing grip. Her muscles squeezed from all angles, at every point along his penis -- nearly flattening his poor pecker. If she were less considerate a lover he ran the risk of ending up longer, but thinner!

Sean buried his head in her cleavage, unable to speak. She grabbed bundles of his head-fur and held him in place, almost tearing it at the root. Minor amounts of pain accompanied Sean's pleasure. Diane growled, her dominance intoxicating. "Sshhhh...ssshhhh...don't you say a single...fucking...word!" she snarled in his ear. The only reply was muffled screaming, obscured by her large bosom covering most of his face. She'd yet to move at all, content to sit on him, embracing his phallus with fearsome strength.

"Easy baby...easy...let me ride this out," she murmured, "yeah...like that..."

Diane's lower half extracted as much extant ecstasy as possible from her position. Shrill cries, suppressed by her physical prowess, heralded Sean's own rising enjoyment. She flexed and narrowed her passage, strangling his cock. Never moving a centimetre more than necessary to draw out this twisted and thrilling torture. She had surprises of her own. Something Sean was feeling the brunt of. Something she'd been introduced to by a friend at the women's section of the gym: kegel exercises.

"Like that?"

"Mmfffmmfffmrrrphffff!"

"Learned that trick a few weeks ago. Never had the chance to put into practice 'til now!" she laughed at the sexual debacle he'd become victim to. "You're not the only one who wanted to surprise their mate."

"Mrrrggg..." Sean managed to breathe for just a moment before falling back into her chest. Smothered by her boobs. There were worse situations in life...

"I think...oh God...!" Diane squealed. "I think...any doubts about our marriage have been_ruh_...reh-resolved, huh?" Her husband's head twitched, which she guessed was a nod. Fortunately she guessed correctly. Would be a bit of a downer if her husband was trying to breathe and she suffocated him, wouldn't it?

Sean, bound in bliss, disappeared from his mortal frame. The bundle of skin and bones representing Diane's boy-toy remained, hands scrabbling to find purchase on her solid back in a feeble imitation of conscious design. His body ran on autopilot. No semblance of higher thought made its way past the barricade of potent pleasure as it held fast against his meagre attempts to gain control over the situation. His spirit rose. Delirious from rushed breathing. Short, sharp intakes of oxygen limited his ability to concentrate, and things felt like they were becoming...ethereal. A warm, flushing tingle covered him, emanating from the point of sexual contact with his mate. He could let this carry on forever, such was the intensity of the moment.

Diane released her husband from his torment. Her vagina relaxed, ceasing its assault. She let him sit inside her, gathering strength after his ordeal. Sean lifted his head away from her bosom, clearly fazed. On his muzzle he wore a taxed expression, jaw hanging loose and moaning. Idle bursts of goofy slobbering punctuated his stupour.

Snapping out of his daze, he scolded her: "what are you tryin' to do? Kill me?" In truth he wasn't angry. A little forewarning would've gone a long way.

She casually dismissed him. "Well," she said, a detached tone carried her words to his ear, "since your such a good person...you wanna go to heaven don't you?"

There was no time to groan at her awful joke. Diane removed herself from his cock. Almost to the tip -- which was still sunk between her lips. Cushioned by her dripping pussy. Poking her.

"I'd be okay with dying right now, if only it immortalised this moment."

She brought her palm to his face, stroking her lover's features. He was being incredibly considerate putting up with her over-exuberant libido, and she thanked him for that. But not before a call to action boomed through the room...

"Not on my watch sweet cheeks, can't leave me to do all the work!Now GIT!"

Second penetration, again to the hilt, came shortly after her shout. Diane mounted him cowgirl style, rocking her hips. The bed shook with the force of her powerful fucking. It fell to Sean to pick up the slack, and he did so without reservation. The slender bull bucked his hips, matching the push of his mate's lustful thrusts, her meaty chamber swallowing his size whole. This wouldn't last, he knew as much; her skilled manipulations left him on the edge. A fine tightrope he had to walk, lest he lose himself and ejaculate too soon. No, both he and she wanted to prolong this for as long as they could manage.

"MOOOOOOO!!!!!" Diane roared, rough-riding her husband. He wished he could join in her cries of joy, but found his lungs wanting. Their struggle from earlier had tired him, and all he could commit to was a stammering moan. It was enough to please her, though, and she leaned in close, her hips undulating, and whispered in a sultry voice: "you're the only one I've ever wanted. Ever needed. Now put some effort into it and fuck me harder!"

"Yuh-yes ma'am!"

A burst of newfound energy powered Sean's revived thrusting. Rampaging testosterone flooded his system, spurring him on to even greater heights of physical activity. He wasn't the biggest bull, nor the strongest, nor the tallest...but he could show his mate everything he's got! If things were different...in another time, another place, another body...he could be a herd-leader. But he chose to wed himself, bind himself to one and one alone. He was a husband. And he was proving his worth.

Sean battled the hulking hybrid straddling him for whatever sensual rush he could obtain. Their lovemaking was frantic. Wild. The sound of the bed-springs creaking, straining under their bodies' wrestling, was like a Greek chorus singing of their deeds. The hero conquering the great she-beast of some distant land. Poetry in motion. The smack of his balls on her wet entrance as he ran her through -- the pain of which wasn't enough to dissuade him from pumping with all his might -- added a percussive beat to their rhythm.

"Diane!"

"Ah...that's it baby...make me feel--"

Their snippets of conversation was interrupted by Sean slowing down. She could tell he was close, and trying to avoid firing on all cylinders. Diane had drunk deeply from the well of excitement, her hormones drove her to the ends of the Earth in pursuit of the right kind of joy, and this -- like all things -- had an ending due. "I..." she moaned. "I'm almost there...are you?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna cum!"

Diane took this as a signal to blow his mind. She hilted him one last time, jerking her hips and drawing him in as far as possible. Sean felt his balls undergo a mighty, world-shattering_throb_ as they channeled his ejaculate northward. He released his seed, thick slimy ropes of it, into her burning womb. His tender orbs writhed in their sac as they pulsed, fueling his member's firing. Groaning and gnashing his teeth, Sean felt his flesh shiver with every squirt of cum. Diane clutched him close, using her muscles to drain him of every last sublime drop.

She hadn't orgasmed yet, so he needed to fix that. Sean tweaked her clit and rubbed his digits over her exposed labia, still choking the life out of the black pillar. Semen flowed from around his cock as he erupted inside her, spurting back out into the open when she'd been filled. Diane hastened her arrival by helping him touch all the right spots, tickling her sensitive folds. "AH!" she cried, her climax on the horizon. Building up towards it, her and Sean administered the last couple of strokes necessary to set her off.

Diane came.

Her body shuddered.

Her pussy quivered.

Her breasts squirted milk under the strong, surging feelings now running the length of her. Sean rose to suckle from the creamy fountain, the tiny jets of her milk emerging erratically, and lasting a mere second. He licked and nipped her softening nubs, her arousal petering out as waves of pleasure coursed through her veins, shaking Diane to her core. Her muscles weakened. She felt herself light-headed. And slowly she lost the strength to hold herself up, leaning over Sean, her massive bovine body concealing her lover from any potential voyeur.

Sean bathed in the blanket of her body, her breasts draping over his head, as he remained inside her. She could feel his warmth inside, still present after his explosive climax.

Rest now.

Sated mumbling occupied the room as they cuddled close and started to drift asleep.

* * *

Dawn's light broke the once-stalwart bastion of blackness called night, peeking through into the bedroom of Diane and Sean, huddled together beneath its cover. The lumbering female stirred, sitting up, bedclothes falling away from her body, exposing her topless form.Another day, another dollar.

"Mmmhhh." Sean grumbled in his partially-awake state. She ruffled his head-fur, waking him completely. "Hey hun," he murmured, "you up early, or did we oversleep?"

"Up early."

"Ahhh...brilliant!" He stretched, extending his arms and legs, wiggling his torso, ecstatic at the prospect of a lie-in. "Sucks that you gotta go to work," he teased.

"I expect this place to be spotless when I come home."

"Shoot! Here I was thinking I could have the day to myself..." he said, eyes shut in hopes of getting more sleep.

"And dinner on the table by seven."

"Yeah yeah m'lady," he swung his arm erratically, aiming to swat her on the behind as she stood at the side of the bed sorting through her clothes. He missed, and his swing landed impotently on the empty part of the bed. "I pay my way 'round here too."

She returned the attack, pouncing on him and pinning him to the bed. A bout of playful wrestling took place, with Diane and Sean exchanging a series of grapples. Her size made her a challenge, and he couldn't quite get ahold of her. Admitting defeat, he threw his arms up.

She giggled. "I enjoyed last night."

"Me too."

"Hope you haven't exhausted the extent of your massage skills."

"Seems I better keep studying. Can't have my wife bored so soon!"

"Mooooo," she proclaimed with glee, "maybe next time you'll incorporate more of my...sensitive areas...into your routine." She placed his hand between her legs, heat building once more -- 'twas going to be a long day.

"I think you might be more interested in the part that comes after the massage than the massage itself."

"Whatever gave you that idea?" she said, feigning innocence.

"Call it a hunch. A good hunch. Now go and keep the Colony safe. Or whatever it is you do every day."

Diane removed herself from the tangle, dressing herself in a t-shirt and panties. "See you later then." She clomped towards the bedroom door.

"Bye hun," Sean waved.

* * *

Downstairs, Diane consumed a breakfast of oatmeal and coffee, with a couple of pieces of fruit added for good measure. The carton of milk she took from the fridge sat on the table beside her (Bovinex's own brand of course). The same type of product that's been driving their sales for a while now, sourced from hybrids. A stray thought popped into her head. Diane wondered if she might save money using her own...keeping some after her morning milking. Knowing Bovinex they price-gouged the ever-loving fuck out of their products -- they could afford to, after all; people went mad for this stuff. Its origin in cowgirls like herself was still a mystery to the outside world.

Chuckling, she picked up the carton.C'mon Diane, she chided herself,it's way more hassle to bring a bottle and waste time plugging it into the machine...plus you're technically stealing... __although..._ who would prosecute you?_

"Not me for damn sure," she said aloud.I doubt Sean would mind...hubby's got a taste for mine.

Kinky notions aside, she finished her first meal of the day. Sitting up, she adjusted her panties and t-shirt -- the under-layer of clothing she'd adopted as part of her uniform. Now for the rest. Navy and black enveloped her, cladding her in kevlar and carbon-fibre plating. She stomped her hoof on the welcome mat in the front door -- a small ritual to start the day.

The front door opened, and the light of the new morning drenched her in pale yellow ochre.

* * *

Her offroader growled when the turn of her key came full circle. The vehicle's body vibrated with eagerness, almost to an uncanny point. Felt like there was an animal -- a knight's steed -- beneath her, rumbling with restless anticipation. Awaiting her orders.

Tires scrabbled to find hold on the loose soil around the house, digging into the ground and dragging the machine along. Out she went, following the driveway.

Her body revelled in the aftermath of last night's encounter. Her and Sean. Forms writhing together. Deep in the throes of passionate lovemaking. His massage was wonderful, she'd never felt this loose and limber in a while. And it seemed Sean loved the attention she'd heaped upon him that night as well.

Good times.

Driving to work, she ran over her errands in her head...

Think I'll skip milking today. Don't feel quite as full as usual. Will I still hit the gym? Maybe...

Must check with MacMullen on those two drifters. Hopefully they've been settled into their new roles with the company. Need a security report.

Travelling through the Colony's territory, Diane peeked out of the truck window. Bountiful fields and small towns bustling with life met her curious eyes. She saw hard-workin' hybrids, out on their morning routines. Calves played in the fields, chasing each other. Some had set up pitches for games. To think this land was once desolate and destitute. With no hope of recovery...

It was their land now. Her people. And they'd done great work rejuvinating it in secret.

Everything's moved on so fast, she noted, we've grown so much.

Sean's right...we gotta keep a hold on things or they'll pass us by.

Watching the children of many bovine families sparked other ideas.

Wonder if it's time to have a calf...

I mean...six-year anniversary is coming up...we've both got long and healthy lives ahead of us...we have the money...

Her itch grew. Some primal need buried inside her modified genes. The desire to breed. Conflicting thoughts battled it out in her mind. The prospect of family intrigued her, but was it enough to keep her going through however many years it took to raise calves?

Would I be a good mother though? Am I too overbearing? Would they hate me if I were too strict...?

Am I a strict person? Or is this just me overthinking this shit?

...

Dammit Diane! Just drop it. You can discuss this with Sean in time.

She dismissed her thoughts. Idle pointlessness that they were. No, decisions that big could wait. There was no hurry.

Looking at the vast fields occupied by hybrids, she couldn't help but admire their spirit.

Hell, at this rate we'll control Barson itself in a few years time.

Man...who'da thought -- way back when the first of our kind were created -- we'd actually end up in charge of a whole state?

Not Director Reimond, that's for sure!