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"That's a good girl," Cody Rey says, the coyote sitting back on the lawn chair, dressed in his running trunks and shoes. He lifts the tiny Holstein-spotted bikini up, dangling from his claw. "Now, do you want to try on your new outfit?"

Bertha stands in her backyard, her overalls by her hooves, her lower body dressed only in her panties. The cow swallows, her whole body trembling. She steps one foot out and then the other, approaching her neighbor, clasping the scandalous garment in one hand. Her other hand rests upon the boxed sex toy she ordered, but Cody's hand squeezes her wrist, a soft growl rising up from his throat.

She pulls away, clutching the bikini, and rushes inside.

"I'm waiting," he says, pulling out his phone. "But who knows how long we have before someone in your family arrives."

Rushing to the bathroom, Bertha splashes herself with some water and stares herself in the face, seeing the wrinkles, spots, and puffiness that age has inflicted upon her. She thinks of Bob, frustrated at every romantic interest, burying himself deeper and deeper into work. She thinks of her children, no longer children, but adults living their own lives, no longer needing her. She thinks of herself, and for a moment, she sees herself as she once was all those years ago in college, and she grips the sink.

Cody sits with one leg crossed over the other, his cheek upon his knuckles, scrolling through his phone. He chuckles. Seems he'll have to miss his favorite vtuber's stream today. Unfortunate.

A plaintive "moo" from behind the curtains to the Kine's kitchen brings him out of his disappointment.

Placing his phone down, he steeples his fingertips, staring at the door. "Having stage fright, my dear?"

"I have... rules," comes the meek, motherly voice.

"Yes, we all do, don't we?" He chuckles, waving a hand. "I'll follow them."

"N... no recording."

"Of course," he says, shutting off his phone.

"If I say we stop, we stop."

"I would never break consent."

She takes a deep breath, and then, her hooves clopping out to the deck, she emerges.

Bertha had always been a hefty girl, though, in her younger years, it had been mostly muscle. Years of motherhood and being off the farm had made her bulk soft, making her a large and delicate beauty with many curves. Dressed now in the Holstein bikini, she appears almost naked before the coyote, every spot and splotch of her hide on display as they curve over her shapely form.

Cody stands, grabs the fencing of the deck, hefts himself over it, and lands on the wood, hunched over but standing tall immediately afterward. "That's a new addition," he says, flicking a cowbell hanging from a choker with his finger.

"Ahh! I already had it," she says, a bright blush filling her face.

"It's cute," he says. "You're cute."

"You think... I'm cute?"

"I know you're beautiful." He responds, stepping so close that Bertha can't tell where the sun's heat ends and his body's warmth begins.

"I have..." she sighs, closing her eyes, her fingers twitching. "One more rule."

He walks behind her now, his hot breath upon her neck, his hands wrapping around her but not touching her. That primal magnetism makes her shudder, her tail swishing, accidentally stroking a toned leg.

"And what might that be?" He asks, that growl reverberating against her ears. They flick almost as if to swat away an annoyance, but she cannot swat him away.

"I want..." she begins, her body so stiff.

"Yes?" he asks, fingers curling in, a subtle brush against her side, intentional or not. She cannot say.

"I want..."

"If I can give it to a beauty like you, I'll do it," he whispers.

"I want to be a mother again!"

There's a silence between them, where she only hears the chirping of birds and the occasional revving of a lawnmower from a long way off. In the distance, a rooster crows, his song carrying off from a farm miles away, a separate world from the surreal experience that Bertha now finds herself in.

"I'll be happy to try," he says, and immediately afterward, he gropes her breasts through the bikini, rolling his fingers along those large and soft and delicate mounds.

Bertha sighs, tilting her head back, pushing out her chest. "Aa... aaahhh?"

"How long has it been since you've been touched like this, Bertha?" he whispers, stepping closer as if that were possible, his muscular chest pressed against her back, the fur and fluff tickling her spotted hide.

"N... not f... for awhile," she says, stumbling forward, grasping onto the porch railing, staring at the immaculate yard beyond.

His fingers curl at the top, sneaking inside, claws gently scratching in a tantalizing tease. When they brush against her sensitive nipples, she can't help but yelp, grasping her snout with one hand, her other gripping the railing tighter.

"You ever made love with a predator before."

"Luh... love?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," He says, one hand moving up, grasping at her chin, tilting it upward. He leans over her, pressing his weight against her, his shorts barely hiding behind the canine bulge. "What I meant to ask is if you've ever been fucked by someone higher on the food chain before?"

"N... not like... this." She admits.

He chuckles, his hand leaving her breast, letting it flop from her top. He strokes downward, over her side, up and down her thigh, and to her back. He grabs the base of her tail, pulling his hand up along that long, swishy thing. "To properly breed you takes lots and lots of sperm. This won't be a one-time thing."

Her arms wobble, her lip quivering. "I... I hope... you're right," she says, a smile curling up.