Dairy Farm 1
#1 of Dairy Farm
Yes, I know it isn't the best title, but I'll change it when I can think of a better one.
Anyways, this is a commission for Box_of_Lunches (heh, still think that's and epic name) bout a young man and heifer (That's a female cow for all you under eighteens that'll most probably end up reading this). Considering that I've only written stories with cats and dogs (Not yet posted), this was really interesting and fun for me, and a bit of a challenge. Anyway, thanks for the commish Lunches, and I hope you enjoy!
Brandon slid down the embankment, hot tears of rage pouring down his face as he tore through the thick underbrush, stumbling when he finally made it to the small river. Walking slowly, he wiped his face, stopping for a second to splash his face with the icy water. He had argued with his father again, as they always did when the young man saw the way his father treated them, like normal live stock. He would 'drive' them into the barn as they arrived; never talking to them, only giving shouted instructions. Brandon had always hated the way his father treated the anthros, like they were nothing more than animals that could stand up.
He wouldn't even let the twenty female dairy cows the farm employed attach their own milking equipment, and would yell at his son when he saw the boy handing the suckers to the women to put on. He was still living in the past, back when everyone had treated anthros that way. Brandon gave an angry sob, picking up a stone and hurling it into the river, watching as the water splashed, then continue on, unaffected by the minor change he had made. But it was like that with everything, one person could never do much. They could thrown in one stone, maybe two, but that'd never change the course of the river, especially when there was someone like his father waiting to kick down any dam that formed.
A soft vibration in his pocket made Brandon jump, pulling his cellphone out and staring at the caller ID. It was his mom, thankfully, probably wanting to find out where he was and when he was coming back. He let it go to voice mail, watching as the phone buzzed again a minute later, alerting him that he had a missed call. Brandon stared at the device for a few seconds longer, before making to slip it back into his pocket, the cellphone suddenly buzzing again, surprising him as he checked the caller ID again, scowling when he saw Home. Even though his dad didn't own a cellphone, the man had made a point of memorising Brandon's number, often giving it out to young girls at local fairs, once even having the nerve to go up on stage and announce that he was looking for a bride for his son.
Brandon grinned as he remembered walking up onto the stage and slamming his fist into his father's face, threatening to slit him open the next time he did something like that. Of course, he hadn't meant it, but it had felt good to shout down at the surprised man as he lay on the stage, holding his bleeding nose. Brandon had received six calls after that, he'd refused each one.
Brandon waited for the cellphone to go to voice mail again, waiting for several minutes until his father's message was finished, hitting delete as soon as the announcement appeared on his phone. Sighing, he opened the menu and entered his pictures folder, scrolling down to the most recent. He stared at the pretty heifer in the picture, her black and white markings giving her the stereotypical look of a dairy cow as she looked slightly away. She had been very shy, arriving with her mother wearing much the same outfit as most of the cows wore to work, a simple white blouse and a pair of jeans, though hers had been cut off at the top of the thighs to make the shorts that were popular amongst the girls in the area. Her mother had brought her hoping to secure her daughter a place on the dairy farm for when she was older. Her father had looked her up and down, even going so far as to pull her lips apart and inspect her teeth, which had infuriated Brandon as it was, but then the bastard had asked the question.
"Why ain't she been bred yet? She's old 'nough, ain't she?" the fat farmer had droned, making the young female go bright red as her mother stumbled over her words, shocked at the man's disregard.
"I...well...how dare you!" she had spluttered, blushing slightly herself as Brandon had fought the urge to attack his father, digging his nails into his palm as he forced himself to remain still.
Reaching a small clearing, Brandon looked around, smiling when he spotted the small shack, hidden under the branches of a huge pine. He had spent many a summer since he was young sneaking, carrying and even dragging pieces of wood from their farm, hauling them through the small forest to this place as he worked on this special little home from home. Sighing, he sat on an old moss covered rock, he looked at the picture again, closing his eyes as he pictured her form, heavy-set, but not fat, as most cows were, with surprisingly small breasts, being only a little over a C-cup, when most had at least D or Double D breasts. She had the small horns that were characteristic of her breed sticking out of a mass of light brown hair, which was an unusual colour for Holstein's, normally having black or dark brown, and deep brown eyes that seemed to draw you in as you stared at them.
"When'd you take that?" Brandon fell off the rock in surprise when the bovine spoke, staring at her in confusion as she giggled at him, "Hey, you okay?"
"I...uh...yeah, thanks," he coughed, getting back up as he brushed himself off, a slight blush on his face, "How'd you get here?"
"I followed you, duh," the cow laughed, her gentle smile making Brandon blush a little harder, "Now you answer my question, when'd you take the picture?"
"Uh...well...just before I ...uh...stormed off..." he muttered, rubbing his head as he looked away in embarrassment, the cow laughing even more as he did so.
"Stormed off?" she asked, "More like made a break for it before you killed your father! Is he always like that? I mean, I've heard stuff from my mom, but I really didn't think he'd actually be that bad!"
"Oh, trust me," Brandon, growled, "He's far worse than that. He doesn't even bother with learning their names, only ever calls them-"
"Daisy," the girl interrupted him, grinning impishly as he smiled slightly, "Or Clover, apparently, but that wouldn't faze me."
"Huh? Why?"
"Hi, my name's Annabelle Daisy Clover Holstein," she chuckled, holding out a hand, "Pleased to meet you..."
"Brandon. And your last name's Holstein? Seriously?" Brandon laughed, shaking her hand as she nodded, a slight blush forming on her cheeks.
"Yeah, one of the most prominent dairy cow families in the area, we're supposed to produce the best milk and such, but I'm a bit of a black sheep, as it were." She said out the side of her mouth, whispering loudly as she leant closer to Brandon.
"R-right!" he stuttered, as he went bright red, "S-smaller breasts and stuff!"
Annabelle stared at him suddenly, her face going serious as she prodded him in the chest a couple of times, pushing him back onto the rock. As Brandon sat down, she grabbed the sides of his head and suddenly pushed his face into her chest, surprising the young man as he grabbed her hips, trying to pull himself free as he gasped for breath. After a few minutes, she suddenly let his head go, allowing Brandon to sit back and take several deep breaths, staring up at the bright red female in horror.
"Now," she said matter-of-factly, "If I had had the breasts my family so proudly boasts about, you'd probably have suffocated to death; or at least unconsciousness. So do you understand my predicament?"
"Wait, what?!" Brandon gasped, blinking in surprise as Annabelle suddenly sat next to him, "H-hold on a second! You just shoved my face into your boobs, and now you're talking about predicaments and sitting next to me and stuff! What the hell is up with you?!"
"Dunno," she sighed, suddenly resting her head on Brandon's shoulder, "I guess I just feel...more relaxed around you. I tend to freak out when people talk about my breasts being small, but not with you, I was just sort of, embarrassed."
Brandon stared at the top of Annabelle's head in confusion as he ran what she had just said through his head. He blushed slightly as he suddenly realised he could see down her blouse, quickly wondering why something so trivial was making him embarrassed, he worked with breasts pretty much every day as it was! Shaking his head slightly, he leant it against the top of her, breathing in the smell of her hair as he stared blankly at the forest, the tree tops looking like jagged spikes as the sun set behind them.
"Oh hell," he swore, suddenly jumping up from his seat, surprising Annabelle, who yawned sleepily and rubbed her eyes as she looked up at him as he stared at his cellphone, "Dammit! How'd it get so late?! We gotta go back, Annabelle! Your mom's probably freaking out by now, and my dad...ugh, my dad, I completely forgot I left him to finish off all the work today..."
"My mom's not gonna be freaking out," the girl sighed as she suddenly flopped against Brandon's chest, "I called her earlier and said I was gonna stay at a friend's place. And anyway, you don't need to go home if you don't want. I mean, you came straight here so I'm assuming you got some sorta 'Boy's base' around here somewhere, right?"
"What? I...but you have to go to a friend's..." he trailed off as she placed two fingers on his lips, a mischievous smile on her face as she looked up at him in the fading light, and arm slipping around his waist as she pressed up against him.
"I am, with you. Now where is your little hide-away? I wanna see it," she whispered seductively in his ear making Brandon blink in surprise, wondering what had happened to the shy girl he had seen at the farm. He jumped when she grabbed his hand, a smile on her face as she gave him a gentle tug, "Oh, and you can call me Anne, Annabelle is a bit too fancy for my tastes."
Brandon nodded dumbly; stunned by the way she looked in the soft evening light, her black marks standing out in stark contrast to the soft orange glow that reflected off the rest of her hide. Taking the lead, he pulled the curtain of pine branches slightly to the side, revealing a well hidden gap between two pieces of curving board that followed the edge of the tree, standing back as he held the "door" open for Anne, who smiled sweetly as she crouched to crawl through the metre high opening.
"You may want to go in the other way," he suddenly said, blushing as Anne looked up at him in surprise, "Um...It's actually quite deep inside, I've...spent a lot of time on this place."
Anne shook her head slightly as she sat up, sliding herself in legs first as she looked up at Brandon with a smirk, suddenly blinking in surprise as she searched for the floor beneath her feet. Rolling onto her stomach, she slid herself backwards slowly, dropping through the hole to stare at the surprisingly large room she now stood in. A slight scraping, followed by a soft thud signalled Brandon's entry as he pulled himself through the hole, landing easily on the old rug on the floor. He reached down to somewhere just next to the entrance and, as Anne watched, attached a set of clamps to a car battery, the room suddenly filling with light as the old Christmas lights he had hung from the ply-wood ceiling turned on.
Anne gasped as she looked around the rooms, walking all the way round the trunk in the middle, sitting on the bench that actually covered and protected the pine's roots so the tree and boy could co-exist. Looking up, she grinned at the ceiling, painted black so that the fairy-lights looked like stars in the night sky. Meanwhile, Brandon had busied himself setting up a small gas camping stove he had received for a birthday from one of his uncle's, along with enough camping equipment to "send him to Everest", as the smiling man had joked. Brandon was eternally grateful to his uncle for the gift, as it meant he could spend several days in his hide-away without having to worry about food too much.
"You've built a little house under a tree!" Anne giggled as she suddenly hugged him from behind, standing on her toes to see over his shoulder as he threw some freeze-dried vegetables and soy-mince into a cooking pot, filling it with a tap that he had installed himself, running straight from the little stream nearby. Putting the pot onto the cooker, Brandon stepped back as she grabbed her wrists, pulling them from around his waist as he turned to face her, looking down into her eyes as she stared up at him in surprise.
"Okay," he sighed, letting his head drop forwards slightly, "What is with you? You were so quiet and shy on the farm, but now you're all friendly and stuff!"
"I already told you," Anne replied sternly, pulling her wrists from his grasp and hugging his chest tightly, the top of her head just below his chin as she pressed her face into his neck, a quiet sob escaping her throat, "I don't know. It's just that I feel really relaxed and happy around you. I normally really self-conscious and awkward around everyone, even my own family, especially my own family, because of how I am! I mean, my breasts are tiny, my hair's the wrong colour and I'm at least a foot shorter than everyone else!"
Brandon started as he realised she was right, as most of the cows he worked with either about the same height as him at six foot two, or even a little taller, but Anne was quite a lot shorter, more the height of an average human girl than a Holstein. He looked down at her in the soft light, gasping slightly as he stared at the way her hair seemed to shimmer softly as it moved, combined with the many tiny light sources it made it look like it was almost sparkling. A soft hiss pulled Brandon from his thoughts; and from the hug as he spun around to remove the simple mince stew as it began to bubble over the edge, hissing as he caught a finger on the hot metal of the cooker.
He quickly inspected the burn, sighing in relief when he saw it was nothing major and pulled two camping bowls from a small shelf just under the cooking area. Anne watched as he poured half the contents of the pot into each bowl, handing her one as he rinsed out the pot, throwing the water out through a small flap just above the gas-cooker. Brandon stared at her as he turned around, spoons in one hand, his own bowl in the other, watching as she giggled uncontrollably on the centre bench.
"What's your problem?" He asked, handing her a spoon before digging in to his own meal.
"You've spent a lot of time on this place? More like you've spent far too much time on this place!" she laughed as she took a bite of the simple meal, grinning at him again, "I was only joking before, but now I think you really have built a little house under a tree! All you need now is an indoor bathroom!"
"Have one," Brandon said, pointing to what looked like an old closet door, "It has a bucket shower as well, but you have to heat up the water on the cooker first."
He tilted the bowl to drain the last of his meal as Anne strained at him, shaking her head in disbelief, "How?"
"Drainage, there's a pipe that goes from the just up the river to under the toilet, then goes back into the river a bit down steam," Brandon explained, rinsing out his and Anne's bowls after the bovine had quickly devoured the last of her meal, "That, and I spent way too much time out here. I built all of this on my own, you kno-oomph!"
Brandon was cut off as Anne suddenly grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his head down into a kiss, her strong bovine tongue slipping easily into the surprised human's mouth. Brandon fought the kiss slightly at first, giving up when Anne locked her arms behind his head, allowing the shorter female to lead him to the bench, where she sat on his lap, breaking the kiss to stare red-faced at him. Brandon gasped for air slightly as he watched Anne do the same, a thought jumping into his head as he watched her pant, his hands acting before he could stop them.
Anne moaned as he pressed against her crotch, his hand moving up and down as he stroked her gently. His other hand had already gone a step further, slipping into the back of her jean shorts to squeeze at her firm rear. Anne moaned again, pushing her face against his neck and running her thick tongue over his skin, making Brandon shiver slightly at the new sensation. Suddenly, she jumped up, pulling Brandon's hands from her body, and Brandon from the bench as she half dragged, half led him to the large double mattress he used as a bed, an ancient sleeping bag spread out across it like a duvet, crinkling beneath his feet as he stepped back onto it.
Anne smiled mischievously at him as she lifted his shirt, letting the human do it as she undid the button on his jeans. As he was about to pull the shirt off his wrists, Anne suddenly grabbed it, tying it around his hands with practiced ease as she kissed him softly. She then yanked his jeans down around his ankles and stood back to admire the young man standing in only his underwear before her. With a satisfied chuckle, she gave Brandon a light push on the chest, watching as he tripped backwards, his feet still caught up in his working jeans, landing heavily on the mattress. Giving a slight groan, Brandon tried to sit up, gasping when his boxers where pulled off, his already erect member disappearing into Anne's mouth, her long tongue sliding out slightly to lick at his balls.
"Oh god!" he moaned as the Holstein sucked at his dick, her teeth rubbing against his skin as she bit at him playfully, "Oh god, Anne, don't sto- What the? Why'd you sto-omph!"
Brandon stared down at the girl as she suddenly pulled off, grabbing his bound hands, which he had placed on top of her head just before she had stopped, pulling them above his head as she pressed her breasts into his face, hooking the simple cotton t-shirt over a piece of wood that was jutting from the floor, before sliding back down his body to look him in the eye.
"Uh-uh," she said, a sly smile on her face as she waved a finger in front of his face, "You don't get to be in control just yet."
"Wha-ah!" Brandon started to ask, getting cut off as Anne squeezed his dick tightly between her thighs, before sitting up on his lap, pulling her shirt off over her head, her nipples stiffening easily as she played with them a bit, shifting her hips back a bit as she slid over Brandon's thighs.
"Ow! Ow, Anne, the material...it hurts..." Brandon gasped as she slid back, making the cow suddenly stand up on her knees, a worried look on her face as she leant over him.
"Sorry, I didn't realise! You aren't hurt are yo-ooooh!" She moaned as Brandon's hands slid up her thighs, quickly sliding into her tight jeans and squeezing her butt tightly, "You got, oh, out so, uh, quickly?"
"Two older brothers who liked to play hostage," Brandon said, slipping one hand around and popping the button to her shorts, allowing him to delve deeper into the clothing, pressing his fingers against Anne's womanhood through her panties, "I was always, ALWAYS, the hostage. So I got quite good at untying myself."
"Ooooh," Anne just moaned as she pressed her head against Brandon's chest, sighing as he continued to play with her. She gasped suddenly, pushing herself off his chest as she gave a long, low moan, panting as she stared at a grinning Brandon in surprise, "Oh god, that felt too good!"
Brandon kicked off his jeans and shoes as Anne stood over him, dropping her shorts quickly, but pausing as she hooked her fingers into her panties, staring down in amazement, her face bright red as she licked her lips slightly.
"What's up with you now?" Brandon asked, sitting up between her legs as she continued to blush, resisting slightly as he tugged at the edges of her panties, "You've gone all shy, again. Why's that?"
"It's just...that...this is the first time I've...y'know...seen a guy's parts properly...not like in a text book or a magazine, or something..." Anne stuttered as Brandon wrapped his arms around her thighs, resting his hands on her ass again as he began squeezing gently.
"First time? You were sucking on it only a few minutes ago, and you weren't embarrassed then!" Brandon laughed, his nose twitching as he caught an interesting smell, a wet feeling on his chin making him realise what it was, "You know, I still have to return the favour for that."
"Wha-ah! Ah! Oh god, oh god that feels good!" Anne gripped the back of Brandon's head as he licked at her crotch, pressing his tongue against the soaked fabric of her panties. Reaching up slightly, he hooked a finger through the elastic of the white cotton garment and gave a tug, easily pulling it down around the startled bovine's knees. Anne had little time to react as Brandon immediately dove back into her crotch, running his tongue over her dripping slit, pushing it in slightly as Anne's legs buckled, pushing him back onto the mattress as he continued to eat her out. Giving another low moan, Anne shivered as she felt a shockwave of pleasure rock through her body, juices spraying out of her as she orgasmed.
Brandon gasped as he pulled his face from Anne's crotch, his mouth covered by her orgasm. He grinned as Anne lifted herself slightly, shuffling back until his member bumped against her rear, before lying down on top of him and licking his face clean, a naughty smile on her face. Brandon slid his hands down her waist, reaching around to fondle at her ass again; smiling back as he had an idea. Pulling himself up a little, he began rubbing the top of his shaft against Anne's pussy, slipping his fingers around to help cover his length with her juices. Anne moaned as he did this, pressing her breasts into his chest as he prodded and poked at her slit.
Satisfied that he was sufficiently lubricated, Brandon gripped the back of Anne's thighs tightly, pulling then apart slightly as he positioned himself. Anne giggled as he did this, gasping, her eyes going wide, when she felt the tip of his length press firmly against her tail hole, one of Brandon's hands quickly darting up to grab the appendage, pulling it out of the way. Anne opened her mouth to protest, but only let out another low moan as his head slipped into her rear. Anne moaned in ecstasy as Brandon forced more of his length up her asshole, stretching the tight hole as he gasped beneath her, both staring into each other's eyes in lust.
Suddenly, he was hilted, pulling back slightly before pressing back in, both young adults moaning loudly as he pumped into her, Anne quickly matching his pace as she lifted and dropped her rear, his length slipping in and out of her easily with the help of her juices. Leaning back on her knees, Anne could feel another orgasm building, the way Brando was speeding up indicating that he was probably nearing his too. Giving a loud moan, Anne gasped as Brandon grabbed her hips and forced her down, slamming up into her as hard as he could, a soft warmth filling her stomach as he came inside her. This was too much for the already over-stimulated bovine, her second orgasm sending stars dancing across her vision as she came hard, her juices spraying out against Brandon's stomach as she gasped for breath, falling forwards into his arms as he pulled out of her, her tail hole remaining open for a bit, a thin string of cum hanging between the two, before it closed up again.
Brandon kissed the young heifer softly, breaking the loving kiss to let them both breathe. He stared up at the star-like ceiling for a bit, before looking down at Anne again, a happy grin spreading across his face as he saw that she was fast asleep, her face in a pleased smile. Sighing in contentment, Brandon pulled a pillow under his head and closed his eyes, soon joining his new lover in sleep.
Wake the fuck up, wake the fuck up!
Brandon blinked awake as the alarm on his cellphone went off, Korn's Wake up blasting out of the speaker, groaning as he had to pull himself free of Anne's tight hug, snatching the phone from his jeans and cancelling it. He sighed as he stared at the time, 5:50 am, twenty minutes after the time he normally got up to be ready by six to go help his father on their farm. A pair of black and white arms slipped around his chest as Anne sat up behind him, pressing her head against his back.
"That your alarm?" She asked, pressing her breasts into his back as she squeezed him tighter, "It's appropriate."
"Thanks," Brandon sighed, thinking of how he would usually set his alarm to go off earlier so he'd have enough time to get back to the farm to still help for the day, "Well, now my dad is really gonna kill me."
"Oh, and why would he do that?"
"I stormed off without telling anyone yesterday, left my dad to finish all the farm work on his own, I'm already super late and it's gonna take me at least an hour to get back to the farm to start helping," Brandon sighed, leaning back against Anne as she propped herself against the wall, resting his head against her breasts, " And then to top it all off, I now have an anthro girlfriend, which he's think is nothing more than a talking animal."
"Girlfriend? Who said I was your girlfriend?" Anne chuckled, placing a soft kiss on his lips, "You haven't even taken me on a date yet!"
"What? The long walk, gourmet dinner and hot sex last night not good enough for you?" Brandon laughed, sighing happily as he settled against her chest.
"Fine, but you haven't taken me on a romantic date yet," Anne chuckled, suddenly slipping out from under him, surprising the young human as she loomed over him, a mischievous smile on her lips, "And I don't think there was nearly enough sex last night to call it 'hot'."
"Oh?" Brandon asked, sitting up to kiss her as she lowered her crotch to his, giving a startled gasp when Brandon suddenly flipped them over, now kneeling over Anne as he pushed her thighs apart with his knees, "well then, I guess we'll just have to make up for that now, won't we?"
Anne gasped as he pushed a finger into her, quickly adding a second as her juices began to drip out, making her gasp as he fingers brushed against the insides of her hole. Reaching down, she pulled the two juice covered appendages to her mouth, greedily licking up her own juices as she hooked her legs around behind Brandon's knees.
"I want you...in me," she panted, the need in her voice and eyes making Brandon's member throb as she pulled him closer to her, "I want you...to use me...make me yours...give me...your children...breed meeee!"
Brandon shivered as Anne continued to whisper in his ear, her breaths getting ever shorter and sharper, ending in a moan as his tip pressed against her lips. Taking a breath, he pressed into her, gasping as her soft folds enveloped his dick, sucking it in as they both shivered in pleasure. Anne gasped when Brandon pressed against a soft barrier inside her, the two staring at each other for a moment before Brandon pulled back a little, then thrust in, both young adults moaning loudly as he hilted in her, his balls slapping against Anne's slightly aching asshole, already drenched in her own juices as they dripped down from her stretched slit, sending a tiny jolt of pleasure through the cow.
Brandon noticed this too, wrapping his arms around her waist and grabbing her rear, using it for extra support as he began thrusting into her, Anne's eyes rolling back in her head slightly as she grabbed her hair, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Brandon smiled down at this, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest, where he quickly licked it up, nuzzling her breasts slightly before pulling a nipple into his mouth, biting down gently on the sensitive nub as he continued to pump into Anne, making the heifer give another of her long, low moans, which turned into a shriek of pleasure as he slipped a finger up her asshole, her orgasm shaking her entire body as her vagina clamped down on Brandon's dick, milking it as her ass did the same to his fingers.
Brandon managed to hold until Anne had finally finished coming, the amount of juices running over her tail hole having increased substantially. Using this extra lubrication, Brandon slipped another finger into Anne's ass, quickly followed by two more from his other hand. The Holstein below him looked up in dazed ecstasy as he smiled down at her, kissing her gently on the lips before he began.
Anne screamed as he thrust into her, begging him for more as he forced his fingers in deeper, curling them around as Anne clutched at his head, her second orgasm hitting her like a freight train as she dug her fingers into his hair, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she gasped for air, moaning loudly as Brandon continued to thrust into her, tugging almost painfully at her asshole, which only sent more pleasure coursing through Anne's body. Eventually he slammed into her for the last time, the warm feeling of his seed inside of her sending Anne on a third, even more powerful orgasm, her walls clamping down on Brandon's member so hard she wondered if he'd be able to get it out.
Both sweaty adults gasped for air as Anne slowly came down from her high, her walls loosening enough for Brandon to pull his already limp length from her, before collapsing on the mattress, exhausted. Anne shifted over and lay her head on his chest as he smiled down at her, kissing her forehead softly before dropping his head back and falling asleep. Anne giggled at him, lifting his head and slipping a pillow beneath it, before resting hers back against his chest, sleep quickly taking her.
"I...you...and that...!"
"Her, dad, Anne is a HER! And I love HER!" Brandon shouted at the stunned man, his mother standing behind him shaking her head as his father turned crimson.
"How dare you speak to me like that, you god-damned animal fucker!" He screamed, raising his fist to strike his son, gasping when he felt a larger fist close over his.
"I'm sorry," Anne's father said in his deep, rumbling voice, the seven foot tall, brown coloured bull having to hunch slightly in their house so as to not scrape his horns on their roof, "But what did you just call my daughter?"
Brandon couldn't help but laugh as the look on his father's face went from rage to fear in less than a second, pulling Anne into his arms as the man called out to his wife.
"Elizabeth! Tell this child he's being ridiculous!" his father squeaked, still staring up at the politely smiling bull.
"Actually, I have no problem with it, Arthur. There are plenty of mixed species couples around these days, so it doesn't worry me in the least," Brandon's mother sighed, blushing slightly as she looked at the couple, "And anyway, I actually want to see what their children will look like."
"Human bovine hybrids," Anne's mother chuckled, suddenly patting Anne's stomach, "Good thing all Holstein women get pregnant from their first time, regardless of protection."
The two stared at the six foot tall heifer as she grinned back, before looking at each other, and then down at Anne's stomach, both pressing their hands against it gently.
"You wanna make sure?" Brandon asked, laughing when Anne spun around and pressed her lips to his, pulling away with an excited look in her eyes.
"Yes!"