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Daley charged through the bushes, grunting off the sting of fresh red slashes to the exposed skin of his arms and legs. He was glad that the buzzing had gone down; the bushes seemed to have discouraged the flies from pursuing the more edible contents of his backpack. He glanced back as the bushes returned to their resting state. For a second, he wondered if Karla had done a runner; then her arms pushed the leaves and branches out of her way.

In that frozen moment, Daley decided that the romantic Ridgebrook Fields picnic idea was already a success. Maybe Karla would be up for some hot, sweaty outdoors sex in the secluded spot he'd found; but if not, the sight of her breasts straining against her white blouse, translucent from her sweat, would fuel future fantasies. His cock squirmed around his shorts as it plumped up.

The moment passed, and Daley raised his eyes from Karla's breasts to her eyes. Their brown depths always seemed to want to swallow him whole, and sent more erotic pulses sparking through his body. "Not too hot for you, is it?" He had thawing water ready in his backpack for the both of them: he'd taken enough runs out here to know you needed to stay hydrated out here in the Fields.

"No, it's fine." Karla smiled at him, her fingers combing entangled twigs and leaves from her long, loose brown hair. Daley knew immediately that she was certainly not fine. They had only gone out a few times so far, but he had learned Karla's most obvious 'tell'. A big, beaming smile full of teeth meant she was genuinely happy; a small and demure one - like the one she was giving him now - did not.

Daley continued to stare at her, the muscles of his face hoisting up one of his thick eyebrows like a banner of disbelief. He learned this was the best way to get the truth out of Karla: stare her into submission. He didn't mind; he enjoyed looking at her a great deal.

It didn't take long for Daley's stare to wear through Karla's reserve. He believed she was attracted to him almost as much as he was to her, since she never complained his stares were creepy. She turned away, blushing the way she always did when she was caught out. Even that he found charming. "Okay! Okay!" She laughed, her smile's wattage shifting to full. "The heat's fine, but I'm getting a bit hungry. How much farther is it?"

Karla's smile infected Daley, and he grinned back at her. He turned, lifting his arm to point at a patch of trees in the near distance, leading Karla forwards a few steps. "It's just over there," he told her as she looked, her hands shielding her eyes from the sun's glare. "See that big oak? Past it, there's a clearing. It's really pretty."

Stepping forward a little, Karla rested her hands on two small posts on the fence slicing across the ground before them. While The Fields' name was slightly outdated for the broad ribbon of mostly-undeveloped land past the fences of their university, the wilderness hadn't claimed all of it yet. Fences were still a common sight; most equipped with signs warning about grazing animals. This one was no different: vegan vandals had gotten to it, but the warning was still visible.

"I guess that's not far." Karla leaned forwards, Daley's vision targetting on her chest as it jostled and heaved. Distracted by more shifting in his genitals, it took him a moment to notice that the sole of her right trainer was sinking against one of the lower wires of the fence.

"What are you doing?" Daley asked. "There's a path around."

"Won't it be faster to cut across?" Karla's confused tone told Daley that the two of them had different ideas of what he'd said. He tapped the sign wordlessly. She glanced at it, then rolled her eyes. "I don't see any animals in there, do you?"

Daley scanned the field. Although large, they could see it all from their position. There were only a few obstacles in the field, none large enough to hide even a single large animal. While he stared, he didn't even see a rabbit or squirrel scampering around. Still, he didn't feel right about it. "Well, no, but - "

"It doesn't say 'no trespassing', either." Karla's voice had taken on a huskier tone that seemed to bypass something in Daley's brain, and he wondered why he'd been so against it. The last bits of resolve melted when she turned from the fence, her hands stroking his broad, firm sides. His cock went fully erect, and he let out a short huff of air. He was sure she must have seen his erection, maybe even felt it given how close they were. "We can start our picnic sooner."

Daley's hands found their way onto her blouse, fingering the buttons. The pounding of his heart chased off any other thoughts as he leered at her. "I didn't realise you were such a bad girl!"

Karla ran her hands over Daley's chest, feeling the hard, young muscle pushing out the tight t-shirt. "I guess you've got a lot still to learn, Daley."

As Karla turned back to the fence, Daley chuckled. "So do you, if you think that's a good way to climb over a fence." His head jerked to the side, to where a thicker post had been partially buried in the ground, with another piece of wood forming an angle with it. "It'll be easier over there." Heading over there, he grunted, the visible muscles in his arms tensing as he moved one foot onto the angled wood. He swung his legs over carefully, not wanting to get anything sensitive tangled on the top wire.

Daley cleared the fence easily, jumping off to land in the fenced-in field with a thud. He watched as Karla copied him, and enjoyed the jiggle of her tits. When she turned around, his eyes stared at her ass; that too, looked young and firm. Although the flagging erection perked up again, he wasn't so distracted that he didn't catch her foot wobbling unsteadily. He stepped forwards, just in time to have her fall into her arms. "I got you!" he told her, the panic in her face disappearing.

As Daley helped her to her feet, Karla rubbed up against him. His cock throbbed; his shorts didn't really disguise his arousal, so he thought she had to be deliberately toying with him. He didn't mind one bit. "My hero!" Her hands were back on him, squeezing him with a hug. He hugged her back, half-embarrassed that his manhood was stabbing into her, as though he were some clumsy teenager again. What was less embarrassing was the warmth of her breasts pushing into him. "Come on." Her voice was husky again. "Let's get to the picnic spot."

Daley's voice caught in his throat for a moment, as Karla gave his buttocks a squeeze, before stepping out of their hug. He couldn't tell which was redder; his throbbing boner or his face. "Sure." The word fell heavy from his lips, dragging out the air from his lungs.

Leading the way, Daley adjusted himself discreetly. His hand came away slightly damp; Karla wasn't the only one sweating, but there was a thickness to some of it that didn't surprise Daley. His chest was sweaty too, and it seemed to have mixed badly with the fabric of his new t-shirt. A prickly itchiness spread over his skin, and the fabric seemed to stick to or even dig into him. He scratched at himself, feeling the rivulets crawl down his skin.

Daley looked over to Karla; she had undone some buttons. Even more of her bosom was on display, and she was fanning herself with the loosened edges of fabric. He paused, widening the straps of his backpack and wriggled it from his bronzed shoulders. "Could you hold this for a bit?"

"Sure." Karla took the backpack from Daley, whose back was now ablaze with itchiness. His fingers hooked into the t-shirt's fabric. The sweat seemed to have glued it to his skin. He heard a few rips, and he swore. He managed to free himself from the shirt, the sun immediately attacking the newly-exposed skin. Streaks of angry red ran along the parts where he had itched the most.

Karla returned the backpack to Daley, which he slung over one shoulder. She didn't seem to mind that he had taken off his shirt: her lips pursed together, and stared at him like a piece of meat. Then her big, genuine smile appeared, and her hands went to her blouse's buttons after a quick look around. "Well, if you're allowed to go around topless, I don't see why I can't."

Daley had suspected Karla wasn't wearing a bra today. Confronted with proof, he felt his dick straining hard up against his shorts, having wormed its way out of his boxers. With her blouse removed, Karla fanned her breasts, the scents of her body washing over him. He sniffed greedily at the air. "You using a new perfume?"

"No, why?" Karla seemed genuinely surprised. "I'm not wearing anything."

Daley was sure that was probably a little white lie, but he figured whatever she had put on had probably washed away with the sweat. The scent filling his nose and his loins certainly seemed natural. "I dunno." He shrugged, scratching at his chest. A residual itchiness hung around from where his shirt had been as he tucked it into the back of his shorts. "It just smells really good. You smell really good."

Karla pressed up against his side, grabbing his hand. "You don't smell too bad yourself!"

They laughed together, walking side-by-side across the field. Daley's head was filled with the promise of an outdoor romp with his woman. With the way that she was acting, he was convinced she would be up for it; she had come out without a bra, and that seemed to speak volumes. He took her hand, enjoying the living heat radiating from her.

After a while, Karla moved her hand from his, choosing to rub her hands through the thick covering of fresh brown bristles plastered against Daley's sweaty body. She glanced around again, before almost whispering. "Can we stop?"

"Are you okay?" Concern flared up in Daley, who turned to look at Karla. "You're not sick, are you?"

"I haven't felt this good in ages!" Karla grinned. "Except for one thing, but it's a little embarrassing..."

"What?" Daley's question was answered as Karla bent over, fingers fumbling over her laces. Seeing her bent over like that, head tantalisingly close to his stubborn erection, Daley reached out a shaking hand towards her. His hand ran through her hair, his fingers enjoying the soft caress. Strands caught up in his gentle grip, as he moved his hand away.

Karla had removed her shoes and socks, wriggling her feet in the grass as she stood next to the neat piles she had made. "My jeans feel a little snug," she said in her husky voice. "I thought it might be comfortable out of them." Her hands unbuttoned the front of her jeans, sliding her legs out slowly. The pink, frilly panties she was wearing strained, sopping wet from the sweat between her legs.

Daley's self-control vanished for a moment, and he grabbed the tenting fabric in the front of his shorts. "Funny, my shorts are feeling tight too." He eyed the lovely brown brush-strokes of hair scattered over her skin. He wanted to feel it pressed up against his skin, not the tightening fabric squeezing his privates. Not bothering to check if they had company, he yanked down his shorts as he squat down. The backpack hit the ground beside him, the contents jostling around. His erection swung freely, as he focused on unlacing his shoes. Clumsy fingers fumbled at the thick laces; Daley grunted as he yanked at the ends and picked at the knots that formed. Warm air ran between his thick legs, bristling the hairs that spread all over.

After finally getting fed up with the laces, Daley just pulled on the shoes, stretching them until he could slide his feet out. The white socks were off in seconds, a messy, sweat-coated bundle of clothing laying on the grass. He stood up nude, his cock slicing proudly through the air. The head was thick and juicy, jutting from the heavy, wrinkled foreskin. "Must be really turned on," he muttered. It looked bigger, thicker somehow. The skin glistened from a mix of sweat and excited oozing. His balls jostled against one another, his musk evaporating off him and filling the nearby air.

Daley looked over at Karla. She had bared herself as well; she was currently examining her panties, the potent scent wafting over to Daley. They looked at each other, almost painfully lecherous grins spreading across their faces. They stepped towards each other, following the scents that swirled through the air.

"You smell real good." Daley's smile was broad. A wide, stretching tongue flopped out of his mouth. She turned, flashing her sturdy, bare rump at her. The small nub above her hole flicked up, and Karla's body twitched and jiggled all over.

Karla pressed her head into Daley's chest, her own growing tongue tasting his sweat and the prickly hairs growing to cover his body. "You taste good." He felt her nose, smaller than his, but growing to catch up, snuffle over him. He moaned, his voice catching in his throat, cracking as though he was still suffering from puberty's random effects. Testosterone flooded through Daley's body, his thickening scrotum swaying as he gently humped the space between them.

Daley wasn't completely caught up, although he wished he could be. The feelings were so intense, but Karla was blushing furiously, and with the sun's heat he was starting to feel dehydrated. "Thirsty?" He bent over, fumbling at the bag's zip, cursing and rumbling. Frustration built, until he snatched the bag between his hands, gripping it with all his strength. The stretching, changing muscles of his red-haired arms bulged and shook. The bag tore, the picnic and a big box of condoms spilling out onto the grass.

Karla ran her wide tongue over her mouth. "Thanks!" Daley handed her the bottle, after biting and twisting the cap off. A coppery taste trickled over his tongue; he took another bottle, opening it in the same way for himself. As he did, he watched with great interest as Karla took the wide opening of the bottle into her short, stretching muzzle, cool water trickling out of the corners of her mouth. He snorted his stretching nostrils, shards of mucus spraying out. Spitting away another cap, he swigged the water, sloshing it around. He spat out, a few loose teeth falling out with the excess water.

"My teeth!" Daley turned to Karla, who looked at him, shock forming a ring of white in her large, brown eyes. She had been eyeing the picnic food, when her attention was brought to Daley opening his growing muzzle for her to examine.

"Still there!" Karla answered, leaning over to nuzzle Daley with her head. A shiver of excitement seemed to spread between them. Daley felt around in his mouth; he had expected to feel gaps, but any that were seemed to be filling as he probed around with his tongue. Relieved, his tongue shot out, curling over his upper lip and probing his nostril. He tasted mucus.

Daley grunted; he had a feeling that something was wrong, but whatever it was seemed to scamper away from him like a frightened rabbit. Besides, Karla was nearby; he couldn't have wished for a more pleasant distraction. Just being around her, the smell pouring off her as she squatted in the field, cool water slowly dribbling down her skin. It left a shimmering trail down her, evaporation giving it a shimmering look. Her tail, now about a foot long, flicked in the air at imaginary insects. Her face seemed sturdier, her body looking pleasantly thick. He could tell that from her scent, but he didn't mind the confirming looks.

The water bottle stumbled out of Daley's hands, but he was no longer thirsty so paid the spilling water no mind. The idea of just lapping it off the ground, should he need it, budded in his mind with a reassuring simplicity. He shifted to his knees, grunting as his sack pulled down with a surprising fullness. Leaning on his hands, which felt heavy, he continued to stare at Karla, feeding the lusts surging through his body.

Daley's erection seemed to grow even more in Karla's presence. He stared at her, the tongue flopping out from his open muzzle as he admired her, sliding it over the flat teeth filling in the gaps, while other ones continued to wriggle and loosen. The head continued to stretch out of his foreskin, no longer looking like a fat mushroom, instead more like a pointed, pink rod. The foreskin thickened to support the extra growth, skin and flesh starting to fuse the skin to his large abdominals. The outline of his once-toned stomach distorted; still sturdy, but his insides seemed to need more space. His sack sprawled on the grass, each testicle having grown in diameter twice, the scrotum stretched and almost smooth. His nuts flooded his changing body, his need to fuck overwhelming.

A sound startled Karla and Daley; they both turned to the sound. He noticed something off in the distance. The bright light of the sun was making it hard to see, but with a twitch of his widening ears, he was sure he didn't like it. Someone, or something, was coming for his Karla! Thoughts mingled; any shame at being caught naked was quickly buried, instead worrying about the greater shame for Karla. He needed to protect her; the instinct was as potent as his lust, but was more immediate.

Daley staggered to his feet, his growing bulk and the slowly-twisting bones and flesh meaning it was difficult to stay upright. The greater size, he hoped, would frighten the intruder. He stumbled forwards, keeping his misshapen, heavy hands out of the front, doing his best to charge. "Mmmm!" His grunt was loud and aggressive. Daley fumbled over his words. "Fuck off!" He tried to blink the sweat and blood trickling down his forehead, but it was too thick. Swiping his arm across his face, the massive fingernails clacked against two things protruding from his skull. Whatever was making him bleed didn't hurt; what was worse was the headache throbbing throughout, and that could wait until the intruder was dealt with.

The figure was tall and thin. It was a shadowy blur to Daley's eyes, but it shouted at him, the voice incomprehensible, but Daley saw the blur back away. That wasn't good enough; he stumble-charged forwards, foregoing words to just let out a loud frightening sound. Don't fuck with me, the sound meant in that most basic of communications. He lowered his head, charging at the shadow.

Daley smacked into something that stunned him. He looked up, blinking, the throbbing in his head worse. He slowly remembered the fence, the image percolating through the throbbing. He wiped his eyes off, avoiding his growing horns now that he knew they were there. He thought it was lucky they hadn't caught into the fence.

A quick sniff of the air drew Daley back to Karla now that he judged that the threat was gone. Her arousal was oozing off of her; it was so strong he could smell her. He stumbled forwards, hands planting on the ground. The weight of his arms lessened, but strangely mixed signals forced him to get off of his aching, twisted hands for a moment.

Daley continued to stumble. He snorted and bellowed; he wanted to tell Karla that he was coming back - he wanted to be there, but his body seemed to be fighting against him - but his words seemed to fail him. His lusty moans, and the wave of his own musk, seemed to speak well enough for him. Karla turned, raising her face up from the grass that she had been chewing as her boyfriend, the exciting stud whose scent was thrilling her beyond understanding, stomped across the field.

Water squirted out of Karla, the smell moving immediately into Daley's head. He didn't mind crawling for that one bit, and found that it was becoming a lot easier as he moved closer to her. His legs shifted, new and growing hooves finding their way into the dirt. What to do struck him as natural, and although he felt awkward, it didn't seem to mind.

Daley turned his head slightly to look at Karla's nether region. A twinge of doubled recognition passed over him as he glanced at her udder: even though she had not given birth yet, it looked pleasingly big. He snorted with approval, flicking his tail as his erection whacked against the shifting muscles of his large legs. He was far more interested in her wide rump, the bones showing through a little. Despite the drought, Karla had kept her lovely, thick muscles. He could see that, he could smell that. Her pussy though, that was where all of his senses wanted to go, especially went she let out another excited splash and dashed away.

"Playful." The word - more of an image, really - thudded in Daley's head. It felt foreign and ill-fitting, but not unpleasant. He could not find any fault in Karla, bounding away on her own hooves, inviting him to give chase. He felt surer - he had had more practice than her - and his thick body send the ground shaking in thunder, clouds of dust rising off of the hot, dry ground underneath.

Karla ran. He could tell it wasn't out of fear of him; maybe a little because of his size, and possible a little for some reason that made him feel a bit uncomfortable, but his lust had driven that away and her scent told him the same had happened to her. She wanted to be chased, to test him out. He was big and strong, she could hardly not notice that, he was sure; but strength without speed would not get you the prize that she was offering.

Daley's head was doused in primal instincts. His huge balls were ready to explode, his long rod ready to plunge into Karla. He caught up to her, both of them seeming to know that it was time, that it was right. He reared up, heavy body slamming down on hers - and she was no slender calf herself - and his hips thrust with the instinctive rhythm both of their new bodies expected.

Karla let out an excited moo, and Daley burst out with a deep echo. Although the day was warm, the feeling of him inside her was more than he could stand. It felt all too much. The jizz was boiling in his balls, and it felt like his brain too. He pounded into her, her hot chamber slick with desire as he probed inside it.

Daley's voice shifted up an octave: their coupling was short, but intense, and his balls erupted. His forelegs clamped down on Karla, whom he could hear panting underneath him. Something had happened to her, too; some quivering of her insides. The idea of doing this again thrilled him, even as the ecstasy washed what little remained of rational thought from his mind.

The bull eventually stopped thrusting, his retracting cock falling out of the cow's pussy with a wet splat. Thick trails of cattle seed connected the two before snapping. They snorted for a while, a ravenous hunger slowly working over them. A brief burst of something - a meal, promised to his mate - flashed through the bull's fully-formed mind before his flat teeth went to work on gobbling up the over-dried grass.