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Scott slowly descended onto the couch with a drink in hand and a meat stick pepperette in the other. The TV was on and he was ready to call it a day. Work had been beating him down and he was just sick of it all. Sadly, he couldn't just quit because he had a ranch to maintain, a ranch that had bills associated with it and animals that needed his care. Luckily, he lived with a bull by the name of Apollo that did a lot of the work on the ranch, handling the pigs and cows and horses.

Normally, Scott helped out with this sort of thing but sometimes he just needed some time to himself. He needed to have a drink, maybe order some pizza, and watch some TV. There was this new show that he could stream in its entirety that sounded like fun, one revolving around the weird things people have to do to help their livestock mate, be it through potions or just unconventional actions.

He was about to watch the first episode of 'Magic on the Farm' when the front door swung open, revealing his roommate Apollo standing tall, his shoulders so wide they nearly touched either side of the door frame as he stepped in. His hooves made an audible clack as he entered the front door. He wore only overalls, no boots or gloves or shirt.

“What's up?” Scott asked nonchalantly, hardly glancing up from his position on the couch. Apollo didn't usually come into his house since they each had their own buildings on the property, which was why the door frame was barely big enough to fit the bull's frame.

“I need you for a bit.” Apollo explained with a huff, slowly pulling down the shoulder straps of his overalls and letting them fall over his well-defined deltoid muscles and past his biceps. He wasn't being sultry or sensual, but Scott couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at the sight of his roommate disrobing without much in the way of an explanation.

Though he was intrigued, it wasn't quite enough to get Scott to take his attention off the episode that had just begun streaming. “So what do you need me for?”

Apollo finished peeling off the overalls and kicked them down the hall so that they landed on the ground next to Scott's couch. This got the human's attention, so Apollo elaborated a bit. “I've had a long, hard day workin' the livestock. It's breeding season, and now I feel like I've gotta release some tension. I am going to need your help with that.” As he walked into the living room, he started rubbing his exposed groin, peeling the sheath back to reveal his tapered cock tip. The sweet, pungeant smell instantly filled the room, overwhelming Scott as its aura spread.

“Can't you just use a mare for that, or something?” Scott tried to deflect. The nudity – even the self-rubbing – was pretty normal between them, even if it wasn't always welcome. He just wanted to watch his show and not be part of his buddy's engagement. “Isn't that why we have horses?”

“Probably, but I want you. Come on, you know I don't go for long. Help me out, here. I need a cow, and you're as close as I can get.” His tone was not one of desperation, but of confidence and self-assurance. He knew what he wanted, and wasn't shy about getting it. Typical for Apollo.

But Scott wasn't really in the mood, at least not for a stud as strong and rough as Apollo. “Come on, I haven't done anything like that for a while and I don't really think I'm properly prepared. Can you just go to the stables?” He tried is best to keep his gaze trained on the TV, but his will was wavering.

Rather than respond or plea or beg or even demand, Apollo just bent over Scott, snorting heavily so that his breath tickled the little airs on the human's neck and shoulder. He braced himself on the back of the couch and let his cock dangle just above Scott's lap.

The bull's demands could not have been clearer, but deep down inside Scott knew he had final say. And yet, despite that control, Scott had a remarkably difficult time saying no. He wasn't prepared – that much was true – but that didn't mean he completely lacked any sort of desire. He loved Apollo's physical attention, in moderation, and knowing that his bull friend likely wouldn't last more than a couple minutes in the needy state he was in, he relented. With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Scott looked up at his roommate's eyes and shook his head, disapprovingly. “Fine, but make it quick, would ya?” He peeled off his shirt and tossed it to the side while Apollo remained hovering over him.

Given his impatience, Apollo grabbed Scott's pants by the belt loops and yanked them off, grabbing the human's underwear in the process. This left only two socks, both of which were quickly disposed of in an equally aggressive manor. This left both Apollo and Scott completely nude, with the former's massive frame hovering over the latter's.

“Well, are you gonna assume the position?” Apollo asked, nostrils flared and a single strand of saliva trickling off the end of his lower lip to splat on the human's nude chest.

This was a little strange to Scott, who knew his companion to be sexually aggressive but not usually the type to drool in the moment. It was odd, but not odd enough to completely distract him. “What position do you want? I could just stay like this?” He suggested while rolling onto his back.

Apollo huffed and snorted, his hot breath tousling Scott's hair. “No, not like that. Like this!” He grabbed Scott by the arm and flipped him over onto his belly, then cradled his chest and lifted him up so that he was on his hands and knees on the couch, roughly shaping his form into the position desired.

Something about this felt off, but it was also oddly arousing to Scott. He wasn't used to Apollo being this rough with him, but the feral nature of his friend was turning him on. He didn't want to admit it or encourage his friend in this manner, so he glanced back with a look of concern, getting one glimpse of Apollo's cream-furred chest. The last thing he saw before his bull companion pinned him to the ground was a pair of massive, red-fleshed balls hanging over the arm rest of the couch. They were notably bigger than normal, which Scott quickly realized must have been a factor in Apollo's actions.

He didn't have long to ponder the situation, though. The bull had pinned him down and was already rubbing his groin up against Scott's rump, his tapered bovine shaft sliding between his cheeks and leaving a trail of gooey slime all over the human's back. There was something primal about it, something he couldn't resist. He wanted to probe for more information, to cautiously hold back and get more information before letting his pal dive in, but it was made quickly apparent that he was simply along for the ride, not the one in the driver's seat.

Apollo kept his one hand pressed down on Scott's back between his shoulder blades, pinning the human in place as he started grinding his groin against Scott's rump. He was not sensual about it, his bucking motions were all very aggressive and very brisk, the underside of the bulls shaft basically using the inside of Scott's cheeks to pleasure himself while absolutely soaking Scott's lower back in a combination of natural lubricants and pre-ejaculate.

Then, right as Scott was wondering when this was going to escalate, Apollo grabbed the tip of his tapered length and aimed the tip between Scott's cheeks, flexing to have his shaft adjust and wiggle in his palm while searching for the human's pucker. It didn't take long at all for the bulls tip to find its mark, and the second Apollo felt the snug, tugging sensation of human pucker guiding his member, he let go and used his body to do the rest. With one hand on Scott's hip and the other on Scott's upper back pinning him to the ground, Apollo thrust with considerable strength, burying much of his length in the human's rump.

Scott winced a bit as the bull's thick, tapered cock dilated his pucker and the tip wormed its way as deep as it could go, navigating his bowels with stunning ease. He had been mounted before – many times, in fact – but this was different somehow. Usually Apollo would be a bit gentler and would ease his way in, warming Scott up a bit before slamming himself in to the hilt. This was not that; and yet, for some reason, Scott wasn't in pain. He was uncomfortable and he felt the pressure in his bowels more than usual, but he was also strangely calm about it.

Of course, this was before Apollo fully unsheathed. Sure, his member was as long and thick as it normally was, but unbeknownst to Scott, there was a whole lot more hiding in his sheath, ready to be used on his human companion. He bucked again, this time forcing just a little bit more into Scott, the tapered length of his cock dilating the human's hole and going just a little bit deeper as his length throbbed and pulsated, spewing thin strands of precum deep into his bowels.

“H-hey, what's-” Scott started to protest, only to be silenced as Apollo pinned him even harder, thrust a bit deeper, and used all of his weight to ensure the human couldn't move. Deep down inside, Scott knew this was not good and that Apollo was acting a little weird. He was always sexually aggressive, but he usually had a bit more compassion and restraint than this. Still, the sudden and intense change in behaviour and the added strain his rump was suffering through made Scott a bit more determined to conquer this challenge put behind him.

Rather than whimper or complain or try to bail out, Scott braced himself and pushed back, eager to feel his rump swallow up more of Apollo's cock, to peel back the bulls sheath and reveal even more of his length. He wanted it all, even if he knew something felt off. In the heat of the moment, he just wanted more.

The moment Apollo felt Scott pushing back, he immediately changed his demeanour. He slowly released the pressure on the human's back to adjust his weight, focusing more on the bottom's haunches. There, he wrapped his massive hands around Scott's waist and held him in place as he started to buck with increased vigour, grunting and snarling and breathing heavily on the dampened skin on his back. He had all of his weight on Scott's hips, pressing the human's knees into the cushion of the couch, Within a moment, he was able to thrust and slam his hips to Scott's, slapping his heavy, swinging balls against the human's thighs and his own relatively small ball sack.

Such audible slaps were a little distracting for Scott, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the sensations. The flesh on flesh – especially when Apollo's balls were like a soft, velvety satchel – was quite nice, and the gradual dilation of his rump was pleasant despite also being uncomfortable. The cognitive dissonance of feeling both immense pleasure and insurmountable pleasure left him confused and unable to discern whether this was a good thing or not. He started frustrated, annoyed at Apollo's insistence, but within seconds of feeling that thick, meaty bull cock spreading his cheeks and pucker wide, he quickly grew complacent. No, eager to take more.

Even in his state of confused bliss, he noticed just how much more Apollo was offering than normal. He was anally accommodating well enough, but he could feel the girth of tapered bull cock stretching his absolute limits more than the ever had, so much so that, as he glanced down under his belly to see if he could get a glimpse of his partner's balls between his legs, he literally saw a writhing bulge in his lower abdomen as Apollo's tip found its limits and tried to stuff him even more.

He couldn't help but cradle his belly with one hand and give the writhing, bulging tip a bit of a caress all while struggling to stay up on all fours for his partner. But no matter what he did, Apollo had just a little bit more for him, another series of thrusts, and more length and girth the more of his cock slid out of his sheathe.

At a certain, point, Apollo's tapered member stopped tapering and grew more uniform in girth for the last few inches to the base. This was plenty thick, however, as it was easily as big as Scott's calves – maybe even bigger – and just as long. The veins lining its length were throbbing, pumping it more and more full of blood, making it grow increasingly stiff and rigid in its shape. He bucked with erratic consistency at first, mostly just slamming his hips to Scott's without actually sliding in and out, but once he had fully exposed the entirety of his member he knew it was time to go wild.

“Hnnnngph!” Scott grunted and pushed back, eager to help his friend finish up. He was finding the bull's member to be too cumbersome to handle, so he wanted to get it over with pretty quickly. He knew that bulls – perhaps not as applicable to Apollo most of the time – were brisk breeders, no more than a minute or so on average, but able to produce insurmountable volumes of seed for his cows. Something told Scott he was right to worry, since it seemed that, the more Apollo did his job as a stud, the clearer it was that Scott was not going to be able to hold on much longer.

And he was right. The moment it became clear that Apollo wasn't going to grow any more – when he reached a size easily twice his normal size in sheer volume of mass, being thicker and longer than normal in equal measure – he really got to work.

The bull pulled out all but his tip while wrapping his hands around Scott's waist, holding the human in place for a full-lengthed thrust accompanied by audible squelching and the sloppy, wet slapping of flesh on flesh, his balls rocking back and forth and into Scott's thighs. His tapered length dilated the human's pucker to full girth, only to slip out on the upswing and let in some air in his gaping chasm before stuffing him full again and forcing the air out in a glorious symphony of sloppy trumpets akin to a good, beefy fart. No gas, just air, but loud and powerful, nonetheless.

He bucked, he slammed himself in as deep as he could go, and used the taper of his length to guide himself as deep as he could go every time. Each thrusting apex was met with another juicy squelch and another emission of air and bull precum and rump juices, all splattering out and painting the bull's balls with glistening beads of fluid. The more he thrust, the looser he bored open his human partner's rump, the lower his chest came, closer and closer to Scott's back until his snout was just above Scott's neck, breathing heavily and moistening the skin there.

More and more, he kept going, arms wrapped around Scott's midsection as he proceeded to breed his human companion just like if he was a cow; no concern for his well-being, just violent, aggressive, powerful thrusts from tip to base, each one tenderizing the human's bowels a bit more.

It was so intense, in fact, that after about a minute of steady, full-bodied thrusts that used every muscle in his torso and legs, Apollo lost control of his faculties. He started drooling onto Scott's back and neck, his nostrils flaring as slimy mucous bubbled out and rolled over his flesh. He tasted his own snot, but he didn't care. He just huffed and grunted and snorted alongside every thrust, his jerking motions and full-bodied vigour shaking a little bit more of his spit and snot onto Scott's neck.

Scott wanted to wipe it off, to clean himself a bit in the middle of the act, but found that he just couldn't bring himself to distract from relaxing his rump to handle the vigour of his stud partner. Plus, the pressure of the bull's weight on his back and cock in his ass ensured he really didn't have much space to move and lacked the strength to resist.

Then, all at once, Apollo reared abck and raised his gaze to the roof, hands still wrapped around Scott's waist as he bucked with all his might, slamming his entire length as deep as it would go. Like a pressure washer, the stud's cock exploded, spewing a jet of bovine seed deep into the human's bowels, filling him up and cascading around his innards. It wasn't just enough for one ejaculation, though; after the first eruption, a second, third, fourth, and even fifth wave came, injecting so much of the bull's essence that Scott felt bloated and swollen, his belly distended and his guts sloshing about with bull cock meat and cum throughout his depths.

Within seconds of Apollo's climax, he did as any feral bull would do and immediately hopped back, his tapered cock removing itself from Scott's now-gaping rump, leaving his depths rippled and bright cherry red as a thick cream slipped out of him, over his balls, and into a puddle on the couch, soaking into the fabric.

Both of them collapsed at once, Scott now laying cock-first in a puddle of bull cum. He was weak, his bowels quivering and struggling to hold in the mess that had been deposited there, but he was able to speak. “You were quite the...productive one, today.”

Apollo snorted into Scott's ear and wiped his muzzle clean of the snot and spit before panting his response. “Yeah. Yeah, that's what will happen when you inject your balls with a special blend meant for the cows in the barn,”

“What?” Scott quickly turned around, eyes wide and belly sloshing. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, that's why I was so much bigger and, as you said, more productive.” Apollo took a moment to take in a deep breath, finding himself lagging and exhausted in between sentences. “You were a good cow, yeah.” He reached down and pried open Scott's rump cheek, opening his tender ass and letting a strand of his own cum dribble down over the human's ball sack and join the rest of the mess on the couch. The messy, slimy mass of bubbling cum quickly seeped into the fabric, leaving a sticky spot in its wake. “Did you notice?”

Scott just glared, shaking his head slowly. “I thought so, but I hadn't been mounted in a while, I just thought I was tighter than usual!”

“Could have been that, too. I gotta get back to work.” And with that, Apollo slapped Scott on the rump, rolled to his feet, grabbed his clothes, and left the human alone in his living room, basking in the aura of his essence.

Once the bull left, Scott had two choices. He could either go have a shower or just sit down and watch his damn show. One required effort but was clean, the other was relaxing and easy. He chose the latter by grabbing the controlled and shifting into a sitting position, one hand on his sloshing, cum-filled belly. It had been a good day, he just really needed to relax.