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Hearth in Herds – Part VII

It wasn't Jamie's usual routine to get into the “politics" of where he lived, but considering recent events with the girls, he felt obligated.

Way out here past the boundaries of Terra Prime , vanguard colonies were a complex web of interstellar politics, corporate lobbying, and military adventurism. They all technically fell under the Prime Rule, a set of sweeping standard laws that any colony had to adopt in their constitutions or risk facing De Facto Excommunica. That was a complete blackout of all infrastructural support, a total exile of the governing bodies from Terra Prime and onward. You might think yourself a rebel, but when those water shipments stopped coming to your asteroid colony, the reality of “surviving in space" settled in.

But beyond those core tenets, Prime Rule was a foundation by which colonies could establish their own constitutions and laws, so long as said tenets were unmolested. New Columbia was an example of such: it designated itself as a “Leisure Colony," and if you really wanted to spend an afternoon reading charters and law, you could get your fill by looking up what it meant to be one.

Jamie didn't have that kind of time, or interest, really. He was rather intrigued by the legality of what he was doing – monitoring a farm and “other things." It wasn't that he was violating a serious Prime Rule tenet, but, the nature of interspecies relationships with Chimera tread murky water depending on where you were. Leisure Colonies promised a lot of personal liberty when it came to individual choices and relationships, especially regarding Chimera. So long as you weren't housing Chimera or workers in “conditions unacceptable to the directive of Prime Rule," you were free to employ Chimera servants. Jamie knew that, but he cared more about the relationship aspect of it.

That's where things got cloudy. Intermixed with legal concerns, also came taboo and cultural norms, depending on where you lived. Normally, that didn't matter much to Jamie – let people think what they want. But, on some colonies, it could have serious legal ramifications, among things. It had to do with what was considered “ethically acceptable," since certain Chimera were predisposed to loyalty or taking commands. How could one know their actions were genuine, instead of an order? Free will and consciousness combined with shaky foundations on what was considered “freedom," well, it was a soupy mess if you didn't go about it right.

Jamie was, however, relieved to find that there were few boundaries when it came to Human and Chimera relationships, in the context of genuine partnership. He found it by browsing New Columbia's local law on the StarNet, which contained all sorts of tabs related to land distribution, business overhead, coverage, etc. Under one such notation about Chimera, it said:

“Chimera and Human partnerships are legally protected under the New Columbia Persons and Freedoms Act, so long and forthwith evidence is presented of equitable free decision and no such contrary evidence is found based on intimidation, exploitation, coercion. . ."

It went on for a while in a big tree of legal and law jargon. The gist of it was: Chimera did maintained a sort of sovereign independence even if they were “owned" by a family name, and you couldn't just order them into marriage. While families or owners were afforded a great deal of legal authority when it came to Chimera, chattel slavery wasn't one of them. That was good, and Jamie frowned, wondering in what systems something like “forced marriage" was legal. He'd heard rumors but didn't like to think about them too long.

But he wasn't just poking around on the StarNet for politics and law, he wanted to find out about other things. It led him to some interesting places to say the least, from reputable medical firms to StarNet forums discussing, well, human and anthropoid relations. Apparently, there were entire communities built around this concept. Some were for legal reasons, such as aiding Chimera gain autonomy through human marriage. Others were dating sites he was in disbelief to discover, littered with profiles about species preferences and colony backgrounds and. . . so much information he did not expect. Others were just fetishes, imageboards of human and Chimera porn. You could even order VR-chips for full sim experiences or visit VR halls on some of the colony moons. Big surprise.

He took note of some. . . positions, but eventually discovered a few things he was looking for: breeding. Navigating this term without wading into a forest of fetish related forums was challenging, but relevant information made itself available in time. It was a lot more complex than he took it for. In other words, a human couldn't just fuck a Chimera girl and have a litter with her – or whatever the term would be determined by species.

In fact, depending on the colony, planet, overseeing regulator, and local laws, certain breeding was done under specific conditions. That's because, as it turned out, during the original proliferation of Chimera on Terra Prime some few hundred years ago, Chimera were widely used. Exploitation and slavery were unfortunate commonalities, the sex trade witnessed a lot of abuse. On top of that, military contracts would breed specialty soldiers in a vicious yet predictable display of human driven conquest. Labor and loophole systems effectively allowing chattel slavery were also common tropes of early breeding days, all to the noise of surrounding, emergent debates about what it meant to be a living, conscious being.

To protect modern Chimera and to assure that someone didn't start breeding an army of personal dog soldiers or something, gene locks and breeding regulations were set in place. Having said that, it didn't mean mating with a female Chimera was outright impossible or illegal. It just had a whole ladder of requirements – if your intent was to sire children.

By design, Chimera females with human male counterparts had a lower fertility rate and even lower offspring output, which made sense. However, with the right stimulants, licensing, and meds, this could change. The information was enough to make Jamie dizzy and he wondered if he could even achieve the idea in the back of his mind. . . for the girls, of course! Though, by a stroke of luck, New Columbia's local StarNet had a whole subsection about Chimera and their population requirements, specifically related to breeding. As it turned out, the default “MilGene Ban" was in place as a standard for newly terraforming worlds, but when it came to human and Chimera relations and potential children. . . nothing. In other words, Jamie and the gals were free and clear.

It was intriguing, if not quite fascinating. He found himself lost in the variations of Chimera and their associated law, even locating information about the girls and their specific gene donors and “Gene Mother." Looking through that bible of data was near impossible for him at a cursory glance – every Chimera had a registry and family with numbers stretching back over a century. But, he did find that his girls, from the standard “Production Class" did indeed produce a milk loaded with steroidal enhancements. It was filtered out during said production (thus the fancy expensive machines in the barn) but Jamie had been, er, partaking totally raw. No wonder he felt like he could run a hundred miles after a few sips. Hell, he wasn't even allowed to sell the stuff raw!

Hah. Heh. Huh.

He scratched his head. Jeeze, really? Was he that oblivious? Was it not so astonishingly obvious that some of the milk was putting him on cloud nine? Damn. No wonder he didn't pick up on any of the girls' very obvious advances, at least at first. His brain was too fuzzed, lost in a rush of desire. If it wasn't for Trixx, he'd still be wandering about like an oblivious farmhand.

But in that moment, he also had a thought of clarity. They were more than willing, and now so was he. There were essentially no barriers left between Jamie and the Bovid ladies, and if wanted to breed them, so be it. They were clearly eager for such as well, and the very thought of each girl filled with his seed and pregnant from him was an arousing concept indeed. More so because, well, he'd be a father! Not that he'd ever given such a concept any serious thought, but, he could get used to the idea. And the girls formed a cohesive group of mothers that would no doubt be perfect teachers, mentors, and lovers.

And why not? Why not sire children? Why not take his role as a proper “bull?" There wasn't anything regulatory stopping him, it was just his ambition. Or rather, lack thereof.

Jamie pushed back in his chair, afternoon sun gliding through his room window. He glanced at the ceiling, sprawl of monitors in front of him filled with bookmarks on the StarNet and bits of text he'd highlighted. His mind was busy, thinking of the girls, how they would be as barn wives, how he'd look as a farm head, a bull. Could he really slip into the saddle of something like that?

Of course he could.

That certainty, that decision was a confidence he never knew he had or experienced. He was used to just fumbling around with the family numbers, and hell, it even felt like he was exported here to New Columbia just to get rid of him. Was that really true? Of course not. But up until recent weeks, he was unsure of himself. Now, though, his position as farm head solidified. He could certainly afford it with his family's entrenched wealth, and it wasn't like litigators would be on his back.

Well, maybe that was just the steroids in the milk talking. But then again, he kind of liked it. So, Jamie pushed himself up from the chair and waded toward his door, entirely forgetting about his shirt. Frankly, he was forgetting about bits of clothes altogether these days, not just from the milk's influence, but the girls too. They were free and uncaring, often in the buff themselves, which made sense. Chimera had coats of fur, so wearing clothes was still strange to them in its own way. But hey, when in space Rome.

He didn't even hear her. There was a light knock on the door, then it parted, a family face poking through. Bright blue eyes stared into Jamie, wearing a courteous smile.

It was Mary again, but this time in her regulars. And by regulars, that meant nudity, rather than an exotic outfit she was trying. Her curvy frame spilled into view, hefty busts and healthy hips'n all, a pleasant visual surprise Jamie was not expecting.

“Hiii Jamie," she said, her voice a pleasant chirp. “Having a nice day?"

He chuckled. “I am now."

She returned with a laugh too. “We-hell, it's probably gonna' get a lot better. Julie's looking for you. Or should I say, waiting for you!"

Julie? One of the girls Jamie hadn't seen yet. . . at least in the way he'd “visited" them thus far. It was another thing to look forward to, and Jamie stood, emboldened. He went to and Mary and gripped her with firm but gentle control, giving her a commanding kiss. She squeaked, then moaned, eyes widened in surprise. But she did not resist, only melted into his domineering grasp while Jamie gave her a quick squeeze.

Once he broke the kiss, he was like a different person. So much had changed in such short span of time, including how he saw himself.

“A little teaser for next time," he said. “I've been thinking a lot, Mary, and it's about time I started operating this farm like head bull, wouldn't you say?"

She panted, flushing, but nodded at once. She was shocked but delighted to hear Jamie speak in such a way about himself.

He was ready to meet Julie now, but was stopped short by Mary. “You know Jamie," she said, voice low and heavy. “We are built for loooong enduring tasks. . . we can take a little punishment, you know?"

He turned to her. “Is that right?"

“I guess you'll find out soon enough," Mary added with a wink.

He was tempted to stay with Mary and test this theory of endurance, but, the other girl was waiting, and poor Julie hadn't gotten a drop of attention from her head bull. That wouldn't do, not one bit. Jamie gave the bovid gal one more admiring glance before returning to the long hallway, one fit with family portraits of original owners. High time Jamie added his own to the wall.

Julie's room was on the other side of the estate, in its own wing with other connecting halls and rooms. It was enough of a walk one could lose themselves, as Jamie had done when he first arrived a good while ago. As he neared Julie's room, however, he encountered another figure. It was Trixx! The tricksy vixen now under his employ. With all the cow girls Jamie had been “breeding," he almost forgot about her. Almost.

And, of course, she was in company attire: nothing. Maybe she'd wear a hat with the farm name and that alone. She had to look “professional," right? Regardless, the sight was enough to send a fresh wave of fascinated lust through Jamie's body. The milk and his own feelings churned within him, sending his mind into a frenzy. Damn, the things he'd do right here and now if he wasn't already busy. . .

But the vixen spied him, and gave a tooth grin. “Oooh, Jamie, nice outfit," she commented with a point. Her plump foxy tits bounded together with her gentle movements, along with the delicate sway of hips and tail. As for her comment, Jamie wasn't in an outfit, of course.

He regarded her, then smiled. “I'm getting comfortable."

“Oughta get a little cozier, if you know what I mean," came the sly girl's response, her voice like warm velvet.

At this, Jamie padded up to her. “Oh?" He pressed himself against her with gentle force and pinned her to the wall, hands squeezing her soft shoulders. Trixx gasped, her cheeks going hot. She hadn't expected Jamie to take charge like such a todd!

“W-wha. . ."

“You prance around here like a mischievous girl, Trixxy," commented Jamie, feeling more in command of himself than ever.

“I'm supposed to meet Julie, but, I could make time for you."

She was at a loss. Given her vixen-y nature, Trixx was always comfortable making flirty jabs and comments. Now, it all finally came to roost, procuring an intense response from the farm's “bull." The vixen did her best to keep eyes away from Jamie's loins, stealing a quick glance.

Jamie took it a step further, shoving his fingers into her mons and then massaging her snatching, fiddling with her pussy lips and kneading the clitoral nub. At once, Trixx moaned and panted, hot gasps escaping her muzzle as her loins were quick to dampen and drool with arousal. Jamie was emboldened, amazed he had such an effect on a gal like Trixx considering how their first meetings went. He leaned into her ear, feeling the curve of her busty front challenge his torso.

“You know, you'd be a perfect addition to the stock here," said Jamie. “Another girl on the line for breeding and production. That'd be something, wouldn't it?"

Again, Trixx was taken aback, stunned quiet as her delicate folds were worked over, moistening Jamie's fingers. Her ears flagged and her tail swished, her vixen instincts taking over and wanting satisfaction. But Jamie, impressed with his newfound confidence and even “power" wasn't going to give in just yet. He merely squeezed her perky rump, an indicator of things to potentially come in the future.

“Give it a thought, eh?" Jamie chuckled. He thought to himself, incensed by the thought: "She'll look prettier with a belly full of kits."

He left her, and Trixx was a little disappointed that her new boss left her high and dry. Can't just get a girl all riled up and leave her like that! Still, her mind was fuzzy and she was impressed – and horny as shit. The vixen pressed the flat of her back against the wall, imagining how nice it would be to be taken then and there.

Jamie padded to Julie's quarters on the farthest side of the estate wing. Like before, he expected the girl to be waiting somewhere, or perhaps to appear at the corner of his eye. Instead, he got something much different.

Even for him, Jamie was surprised. The bovid girl was there, all right, but unlike the others she was bound. Her arms were tied behind her back, a blindfold veiled her eyes, and her mouth was agape thanks to the force of a ring gag, giving her a perfect submissive shape. Her ears perked somewhat at his entry, but she said nothing, only shivered with anticipation. She had a sleek gunmetal grey coat and a shock of dark hair, but was just as curvaceous as her sisters.

Jamie was, of course, quite intrigued. He spied a note on Julie which simply read: “Use me." Another note was written by the mischievous Mary, scribbled in writing “Treat our masochist well~"

Hmf. Til' this point, Jamie had only used a timid degree of force. Yes, naturally, thrusting into the girls got him going, but it was expected. He was never in a position of literal, clear dominance, where he could use one of the girls like a favored cock sock. Now he had the opportunity and he was so. . . excited.

Apparently, Julie was too. Her audible pants at his approach only aroused him further. He chuckled, reaching over to touch her soft, shaped tongue with his fingers, to which Julie offered a satisfied moan.

“Not even a talk and you must want it bad," said Jamie, feeling more bullish than ever. Julie did her best to nod.

Well, Jamie wasn't going to deny her for long. At once he unfasted his pants letting his thick bridging length flop upon her face, enough it clapped against her cheek. Julie was visibly intrigued, nuzzling against the length and rolling her tongue against the side and tip. As best she could with the ring gag, at least. Jamie allowed her to indulged herself for a moment, and he was truly tempted to let her work and service him. But the other part of him wanted to fuck her stupid, so. . .

He grabbed her sweep of hair, yanking her head back. “No," he commanded. “If you want to be my slutty pet cow, then you'll act like my slutty pet cow, understand?"

Eagerly, Julie nodded. “Nmm hmm!"

He didn't let her get another grunt out and slammed his hardening shaft deep into the pit of her throat. She coughed and gagged in utter shock as Jamie slipped his inches into the tight, massaging sleeve that was Julie's oral entry. The warm, hot wetness consumed Jamie's loins as her grip suckled him, pulling in every bit of his root as his balls trembled, already prepared to burst. But they'd only just started.

Julie huffed through her nose while her master took a moment to admire his handiwork, gazing down at his root totally engulfed by Julie's dribbling mouth. Her soft, warm lips wrapped around his inches, cushioning his rigid rod while she remained pinned to him, nose at the threshold. Her throat bulged and her tongue hung free, already an ooze of sex and saliva pooling on the floor. Julie gurgled, her mouth already sloppy from Jamie's single thrust, and if he didn't know any better it looked as though she'd orgasmed once.

He released and Julie coughed and sputtered, drinking in breaths as sex bridged her tongue to Jamie's tip. Though she gathered her breaths again, she only wanted more, as did Jamie. He was astonished; her oral grip was tight as a drum and she sucked him in with perfect, wet pressure. He could've let his submissive bovid pet do the work, toss her head on his root and service him proper, but an opportunity like this was too good to pass up.

No, instead Jamie gripped her scruff with gentle force, palms teased by the soft touch of her grey coat, and proceeded to fuck her senseless. Not all at once, not with immediate force, but a steady climb. A soft grind there, a few heavy slaps there, brushing his cock along her tongue and nuzzling her throat with his tip. Each motion incurred a pleased, sloppy moan from Julie, and if her eyes were exposed she'd surely have them rolled back in her head.

Jamie hastened his pace now, using Julie like a perfectly shaped cock sock. He chuckled, watching his flank vanish into Julie's obedient mouth, her soft, pouty lips wrapped around his inches and suckling with perfect pressure. Dribble and sex leaked from her maw in copious fashion, Jamie's length a shimmering mess of their lewd coupling. Each stroking motion wobbled Julie's bound body, her plump breasts crashing together with every impact, creating an orchestra of sex.

He reached his first peak, cock wriggling and surging with seed. Ropes of issue poured into Julie's helpless mouth as he flooded her throat with him, the salty stickiness coating the cowgirl from within. He made sure to pin her on his cock, assuring that no drop escaped. But, she was eager for it, dutifully swallowing each bit of her master bull, tail lashing in excited, metronome jerks.

“Fnng! God!" he groaned, feeling himself twitch and throb. Julie kept a tight grip on him, trying to pull him back in. The electric, hazy pleasure surged and reached a peaking point and Jamie retreated – briefly – to prepare himself again.

“Easy now," he commanded. “You can't have me all to yourself like that, not unless I say so."

Once free she swallowed (to the best of her ability) and nodded, tongue hanging free. She had no remarks for him this way, just obedience.

It dawned on Jamie just how much he really wanted to breed the girls and by proxy, Julie. If there ever was a perfect time, now was it. If he wanted to be lead bull, then he had to try. A lot. It just so happened the “trying" part was quite enjoyable. So, he decided it was time to work the girl over and see just how much of a breeding pet she wanted to be.

She was on the generous bed in a blink, positioned in a way that her full, round ass pushed in the air and displayed itself for Jamie to admire. The sheen of her coat glistened against the light of the room, the wink of her nethers encouraging Jamie to come hither. Though, he spied something else. Curious, he noted that Julie's hole gripped a diamond plug, a little something to show her off like a breeding cow. How did she come across said ass plug? He didn't know. He wondered just how many of these secret “treasures" the girls were carrying around, especially before he came along.

Jamie approached, one hand gripping her plush cheeks while the other tweaked and toyed with the diamond plug. “What's this now?" he chided.

Each motion caused Julie to shudder and squirm, like a little control rod. She was sensitive, and it showed. The grip was tight, enough that Jamie was curious how tight his bovid pet really was. “Interesting."

With a show of gentle force, he removed it, the hot hole there for the taking. Jamie spread the grey cheeks wide, his palms vanishing in the firm wideness of Julie's robust rear. He massaged and kneaded the generous flesh, watching it wobble in pure admiration. Every gal on the farm had skull crushing thighs and tits for days, and Julie was no exception. However, he couldn't linger, or he'd be stuck on her bouncy bottom forever. There was another prize to explore.

He propped himself up on the bed, positioned where he could lean over Julie, though her fat ass was pressed upon his waist and he was eager to explore. He slid his cock between her ample cheeks a moment, pressing her rump together to forcefully massage his root with her backside. Each act caused yet more excited moans to emerge from his slutty girl, a trait he was fast appreciating. But, as with every act, if he lingered he'd never want to stop toying and fussing with Julie's enticing bottom.

Jamie smacked her hard, causing the fat, ample ass to wiggle in reciprocation. His partner bucked forward, an exciting jolt of panicked pleasure rushing through her.

“Oh, you like that, huh?" said Jamie. “Guess I'm not surprised. You wanted to be punished for something I didn't even know you did!"

Still bound, the blindfolded girl gave a timid nod as drool dripped into the sheets. That wouldn't be the only thing dripping once he was done with her. He spread her again, eyeing her holes, positioning himself so that his tip propped itself against her anal ring. The bud shuddered and winked against the head, Julie attempting to push back against the inches, practically begging for her bull to enter her. Jamie was tempted to “torment" her a moment, see how long she could resist. . . but frankly, he couldn't.

“Nnngh. . ."

He slowly pushed his wet, sodden flank into Julie's awaiting hole, and her tight pink tunnel wrapped around him with sudden tightness. Even with his slippery member, pushing into the cow girl was a little tough. She was tight as a drum, spreading and squeezing Jamie as he entered her until finally he buried himself balls deep in the voluptuous pet.

“Holy shit Julie," he rasped. Thank goodness for the plug, she no doubt had to 'prepare' for this. The steroidal milk Jamie had partaken of not only made him last longer and kept him hard, but he had a notable increase in size too. Even with Julie's obvious practice, it was a snug fit.

“NMF!"

That tightness drew Jamie in, refusing to let him go. He knew the girls were a good fit, but this was different. Different in a good way. At once, he began his practiced thrusts, one here, then another, watching his inches vanish in the suckling pink tunnel that was Julie's second hole. He could've stayed there forever. Parted of him wanted to. . . but if he did, they'd never leave the room.

He thrust into her, first with slow, gentle force. However, he didn't keep it that way for long. Julie's tight, pulling pressure incensed Jamie, and like an animal, he wanted more. He gripped her thick, bubbly cheeks and rut into her hole, slamming his hips into the cow girl with rhythmic force. As he did, he could only imagine the possibilities with a gal like her. She was, in all the small and big ways different than the others. There was firmness to her body, a resistance. Oh, Julie was plush in all the right ways, yes, but it was though she was designed for this specifically. Designed to be bound and bred and used for Jamie's personal enjoyment. Yes, she had thoughts and hopes and dreams like the rest, but she felt servile. Perhaps she just had to be fucked in her holes for Jamie to really reach that epiphany.

Now wasn't the time for philosophy. Ungh, god, he gazed at his cock vanishing into her tunnel, the way he crashed into the moaning, whimpering bovid gal. She reciprocated each strike with an audible groan, her breaths echoing throughout the room as steam sifted from her maw in heated clouds. The slam and slap of flesh added to the perverse orchestra, Jamie savoring every bit.

“Mmmrgh," grunted Jamie, impressed. Not just with his own feverish pace, but the weight of his partner. There was nothing really comparable to that gravity of the body, the impact of waist and rear (or whatever the position was). Sent primal signals to the darkest parts of the brain that fucking was happening and fucking would continue.

But oh god it was already too much. Every bouncing motion of Julie, the way her fat tits pressed into the sheets, the smack of her rump against Jamie's firm hands and twitching cock, it put him over the edge. His flesh trembled and length shuddered, a hot orgasm sending waves of electric warm throughout his frame.

“FUCK!"

His triumphant cry, Jamie buckled, balls boiling over and pumping ropes of brothy seed into Julie's awaiting tunnel. Like before, her innards were made a sticky mess thanks to his efforts, while Julie bucked and lurched forward while Jamie poured himself into her with a few final commanding thrusts. Julie made a long, panting moan and she hit her peak too, her orgasm mixing with Jamie's as a sticky pond of their actions mussed the bedsheets.

“You like that?" he said through clenched teeth. “Being bred by me?"

Of course, there was so much more of that to do, and this was more of an. . . initiation. He rut into her over and over, squeezing and jostling her ample cheeks in his greedy palms, giving them one last possessive look over as he pat her rump a few times. The sheen of her sleek grey coat only added to her allure, and Jamie wished he could do this all day – have the slutty cow bounce on his dick for the foreseeable future. But, he had to break her in, and they needed the practice.

Momentum was not lost on him. “You ready for more?"

Julie glanced back (or did her best, blindfolded). “Nnh?"

That was probably a yes, and Jamie intended to take advantage. His cock still shivered with tingling hardness, the steroidal milk providing him vast pools of stamina. This was good, because he'd need it for a girl as bountiful as Julie. He nudged her side, then shifted her body so her back rested on the sheets, ignoring the mess they'd just made.

Julie wasn't only a powerhouse in the ass department. Like the other bovid girls her tits were sizeable and plump, enough you could rest on them, toy with them, or perhaps get your skull crushed by them. Whatever way, Jamie couldn't hold himself back and proceeded to slip atop his partner. She was at his height here on the bed, so that made positioning his frame much easier. His mouth wrapped around each tip, suckling and biting hard into the nips, causing Julie to yelp and tremble in surprised delight.

“Annngh!"

She couldn't form words thanks to the ring gag, but her moans did enough. Drool spilled from her hanging tongue and waves of painful pleasure spread throughout her body from Jamie's harsh, wanting nibbles.

He did nothing short of maul her bouncy front, squeezing her tents with a commanding force and extracting the delicious nectar. It fueled him, incensed him even, to continue toying with Julie's tits. Each motion and action caused her to wail in reciprocation, shaky, open-mouth moans driving him onward. He wanted her to know, through raw physical act, that she truly belonged to him and he'd use every bit of Julie to dictate that.

But he wasn't done! An idea sprang into his mind, a little something he remembered viewing on the StarNet. During research, there were plenty of porn forums and VR-sims dedicated to Chimera partners and plenty of them had titfucking. Getting his cock between Julie's generous grey slopes was a thought indeed, one he readily intended to pursue.

Jamie mounted himself, positioned where he let his hard, slippery shaft vanish between the rolling slopes that was Julie's chest. Her buxom front was a sight to behold, and he toyed with her further, swatting the breasts and clashing them into the other. They produced an alluring visual - thick tits clapping against themselves and his hungry malehood.

“How'd you girls get so big?" Jamie groaned between strokes and pants, absorbed – both literally and figuratively – in the cow gal's monstrous front. “You could feel a whole army with these!"

“Nnnhn. . ."

Jamie chuckled, and decided to unfasten the ring gang to allow his pet to finally speak. She was appreciative, taking in gulps of air while her soft lips quivered, tongue lulling free.

“Jamie!" she whined. “Thank you! Nm! Please, use me!"

He smirked. “What, I haven't been doing that already?" It was nice to finally hear her voice, though, the heat of the moment had arrested her words. So hot and bothered her entire focus was breeding and being bred.

Jamie returned to his “work," smacking his hard shaft against Julie's impressive bosom. He rolled the inches across the glistening sacks, nudging the nipples with his tip before gripping them both between thumb and finger. There he cushioned himself between her ample front once again, thrusting through the makeshift space he'd made. Just the sheer sight of his cock wobbling the girl's chest drove him crazy, and he damned himself he didn't toy with the others like this sooner.

“Mm! L-let me!" Julie whimpered, referring to Jamie's root. Understanding, he continued to grasp her hefty front but thrust in such a way that Julie could engulf his tip with her lips. Now, without the gag, she was free to suckle and work her mouth on his tip with surprising expertise. It was heaven, a tight, wet pressure sending hot shockwaves of physical bliss throughout Jamie's loins, and he couldn't hold back. Once again, he peaked and his orgasm flooded, painting Julie's tits and face with his issue. Julie's opened her maw and let ropes of white seed flash across her tongue, gulping what she could in a grateful display.

“Damn," wheezed Jamie, his frame covered in sweat. Oh but he was far from done, and even Julie sensed this. She was blindfolded, but he felt her eyes, and her curvaceous frame wiggle with anticipation.

He intended to make good use of this practice. Julie was excited, but showing less stamina. She'd already peaked a few times and, for the “bull," that was disappointing! “What, you're getting tired already?" he lightly chastised.

She shook her head. “N-no."

Well, Jamie didn't believe that! And if she was, fine! He wanted to see just how far he could breed with these girls. Remembering his brief time with Mary, a position came to mind. If he wanted to mate the bovid gals, starting with Julie, he needed to hit the “right" buttons the right way. Shifting, Jamie gripped Julie's soft, warm thighs and pressed them to the side. She shivered, realizing what he was doing.

Indeed, like with Mary, Jamie locked the slightly bigger Chimera down with his body, chaining her up with a mating press. Her exposed pussy was hot, wet, and welcoming, eager to suck him dry and accept waves of new seed. Given Jamie's stamina thanks to the steroidal milk, it would prove simple enough.

“I'm gonna' fuck a whole family into you!" Jamie said through clenched teeth. And in that same breath, he shoved his twitching inches into her folds, parsing her inner lips and into her shallow pussy. She was not as deep as the others, but this was only a good thing, meaning her cervix was easier to kiss with Jamie's cock.

He entered her with brisk ease given how sloppy and wet both his shaft and her lower lips were. Still, she maintained a velvet tightness, neither too firm or soft, perfect for wrapping around his malehood while Jamie pinned her down into an authoritative press. While it felt good, it was even better to have such control over a beautiful bovid gal like this. Jamie realized he didn't want to just fuck a girl like Julie and be done, he truly wanted to sire children with her and the rest, spread his oats as they say. Perhaps that was the reason he was really out here after all. It was, in a surprsing way, easy to penetrate the gal's cervix, meaning he had penetrated womb to truly imprint that the girl belonged to him. A normal human partner couldn't take this kind of punishment, but these Chimera were made of finer stock.

“You're my little breeding bitch," he said, savoring the wet cushioning of Julie's inner walls, massaging and coaxing his cock inward.

“I am!" returned Julie. “I'm yours!"

Oh, she was about to be.

“Well, don't be wasteful."

Before continuing, he took a few droplets of the creamy seed and issue pooling in the sheets, using his fingers to nudge into Julie's mouth. Wordlessly, she understood, wrapping her lips around his digits and cleaning them with sloppy suckling noises.

“Good girl. Now. . ."

At once, Jamie reinforced his dominance with his initial strokes, slow and strong. He was sizeable enough he could stretch the girl out, though not so much it was painful. His cock was sloppy and shiny with their juices and Julie's cunt and lips presented an attractive glisten. His first stroke pressed into her, balls deep, holding the bovid gal there a moment. Her legs were pressed back and in such a manner she was hapless, at the mercy of Jamie's motions. Her fat, hefty breasts squished and flattened against her owner's chest, her tongue hanging free, panting with clouds of steam.

Her thick, round ass was quite a sight, and Jamie's only regret is that he couldn't ogle her while entrapping her into a mating press. But he'd get opportunities in the future, that he knew. For now, he began his rotation of slams into the awaiting walls, bucking himself as each strike of his cock created a lewd applause of claps and slaps. Julie's fertile pussy sucked him in with every motion, and again, Jamie noted her shallow womb.

With each thrust, he also recalled – in the liquid animal of his current thoughts – the information from earlier. When it came to breeding a Chimera girl via human coupling, the output was far less. Genetically discouraged, as it were. In other words, he'd really have to try if he wanted to sire anything with Julie, much less the other girls.

That worked just fine for him.

Every motion incurred a group of whines, moans, and pleading sentence from the bovid girl. She begged to be bred, or to be made his. How much of this was “her" or in the heat of the moment, Jamie didn't know. But for the time being, he didn't care either. He acknowledged, maintaining a steady pace of thrusts. He smacked her a few more tips with his hips, before staring into her servile eyes, her visage a twisted expression of servile need.

“How does that feel?" grunted Jamie. “Getting pinned down and bred?"

“Y-yes," she whimpered back. “It's amazing! I'm yours, Jamie!"

“Is that so?"

She managed a nod. “Use me however you want! I belong to you. . ."

“Even if I wanted to breed a whole family out of you?"

Her eyes brightened. “Yes!"

With wild thrusts, Jamie tested her enthusiasm, and surprising him, he felt her peak first. Her orgasm hit peak as she cried out, head arching back. This only spurred Jamie onward, mercilessly pounding her pussy with loud 'plops' and 'schlorps.' She was wild with arousal, her cervix cushioning the head of Jamie's cock, and like a beast he groaned, length shuddering to life as he reached his peak too. Bursts of issue poured into her, nuts draining virile seed into Julie's awaiting womb.

His hard, thrusting smacks were met with less resistance as Julie's frame softened. She'd been fucked silly, used by Jamie's brutal ambitions to breed and was now a sodden, blissful mess. He had her locked in his press, cock twitching inside of her, Jamie assuring that not a single drop of himself escaped. After all, if he wanted to impregnate Julie and the others, he had to be absolutely sure.

“Unngghfll. . ." sputtered Julie, her hefty pants married to a near stunned state. She could scarcely move, so wonderfully exhausted by Jamie's actions. The farm owner was proud of himself, but he still wasn't done. The steroidal influence kept his stamina in high reserves, enough he was confident enough to keep going.

He could tell her womb was utterly drowning in his own seed, an exciting prospect. But he wasn't satisfied. There was not guarantee that this was enough to impregnate the girl.

“Not bad," he said. “You ought to expect this from now on. Whenever and however I need you, until I've fucked a whole family into you."

Julie managed a small, but weak, nod.

“Now. . ." he added. At this, Julie managed to glance at him, surprised he was ready for more.

From the mating press, Jamie shifted his body, keeping Julie's inner walls stretched with his demanding cock. He released her, but instead turned her to her front, so her fat chest smothered the sheets and he was once again in view of her round, supple ass. This time, however, he intended to dominate her further.

He gripped the loosened ring gag and pulled her back, gripping her in such a way her torso was lifted from the sheets. This shook her back to realization that once again her master needed satisfaction, though her exhausted frame could only serve as a dutiful cock sock now.

With Julie's massive ass played out, her pussy lips dribbling, and belly bloated from Jamie's seed, he readied to pump her full of himself once again. He smacked her hard, several times, the shimmering gray cheeks jiggling ferociously from the swat of his angry palm. Julie whimpered with a desirous moan while Jamie proceeded to toy with her backside again, this time establishing his dominance with a renewed wave of aggression.

“Nnah!" she cried out, both in response to his weighty smacks and the tug of the collar around her neck. Her wobbly breasts shook and clapped together, and Jamie was so tempted to twist and pinch at them again. But he was too enticed to fill her full of his issue, so focused on his current “task" instead.

He pulled out, his slimy seed escaping her lips for just a moment, but then quickly slammed his length back into her. This bucked her forward, her tits thrown about against gravity and the strength of his slamming waist.

“Ffhh. . .nnn. . ."

Julie managed to sputter, but not much else. Her womb was utterly drowning in Jamie's seed and her bulging belly demonstrated that. Her cervix cushioned and suckled the tip of her bull's thrusting lance, and now she was free to use as desired by her master. Jamie fully intended to.

At once, he started his rhythm once again, smashing himself into his girl's backside with defining, commanding thrusts. The impact of hips to haunches forced a reciprocation of wobbles and jiggles, the shimmering cheeks like a pair of glossy slopes that Jamie explored with his palms, strolling over them and applying hard, demanding smacks with the force of his palm.

“Gnah!" Julie cried out, her cheeks red and eyes teary from the exhausting, bestial force of Jamie's thrusting.

Jamie too was reaching his cresting point – though the steroidal milk was incredibly helpful and supplied him a raw force of stamina well beyond his typical energy, it too had a limit. And, in the back of his mind, he didn't know what other limitations there might've been – if any. Sure, he felt like he could fuck forever, but for now, he probably shouldn't. Probably.

For now, each slap and stroke caused dribbles of excess white to splash free from his sloppy cock and Julie's sodden lips, messing the sheets in the process. In her position, Julie's weighty chest bounced and clapped together, adding to the lewd applause. It was audible enough it nearly wobbled the room, a sordid orchestra no doubt audible to those with the ears for it.

As it happened. . .

Outside, strolling down the hall, a curious vixen's ears perked. Trixx knew that Jamie planned to “visit" one of the girls, but up until now, kept her inquisitive nature to herself. Now, though, she couldn't help it. Her soft paws danced on the wooden floors as she crept towards the closed door, hearing the muffled slaps and groans of the fucking duo within. The earlier encounter she had with Jamie incensed her, arousing a part of her foxy brain that had yet to be unlocked. Until now.

She could only imagine what they looked like right now, but given the vixen's previous experiences, it wasn't too difficult. Rather, though, her mind was focused on something else. The idea of being claimed, pinned, and bred, how exciting indeed. In her time as a delivery fox here on New Columbia she'd had “encounters" here and there, but nothing permanent nor stable. With Jamie though, that could all change. In fact, it was going to!

She didn't dare intrude, but let her mind wander to wild, ravenous places. She imagined herself sprawled on all fours, crawling to her new “boss," carrying a submissive glare. Imagined how her soft, velvet lips wrapped around her owner's hefty cock, sipping on him with gentle oral strokes before gulping down the entirety of his length, burying the heavy inches into her throat. How it bulged her and filled her with commanding seed as her vixeny lips grew wet with anticipation.

She imagined riding the “bull," bouncing her perky orange cheeks upon the solid cock. In her dreamy scenario she heard herself whining with foxy moans and chirps, her cunt spread wide and plundered by the bullish dick. The very thought of her womb getting filled exciting her, and she could feel her nethers grow wet with needy anticipation. Sadly, fingers would have to do, since Jamie was a little “preoccupied."

Trixx massaged her sensitive clitoral nub in tandem with the motions she heard, wondering when her turn might next be when Jamie was feeling “dominant." In the meantime, she covered her muzzle to squelch any chance of sounds escaping her mouth, though doubtful Jamie and his current interest would hear her.

As for Jamie, he was reaching a renewed climax. He fucked and pounded Julie in brutal fashion, mercilessly punishing her pussy in total service of his inches. He was, in this brief moment, only interested in getting himself off and flooding Julie with more of him. In one way or another, he was going to put a family into this gal (and the others), and if took effort, so be it.

“NNH!"

Julie was besides herself, her inner walls choking and wrapped around the length. The nubby, soft flesh was the perfecting massaging fit to coax out her master's “brew," and she knew he was approach another peak. Finally, Jamie could restrain himself no more. His twitching mast burst in waves of hot, electric sensations, a glowing heat overwhelming his loins to the point it was almost painful. Almost.

“Fffuuuck!"

At least, Jamie reached his final climax, a gushing surge of hot wetness bursting into Julie's already overwhelmed inner tunnel and womb. She was exhausted and could only twitch as her master released himself into her juicy pussy until his balls drained completely into her. For a moment he pulled her back until they were frozen, and for a moment Jamie only cared about emptying himself. His priority was to potentially sire a child. Would it work this time? He couldn't say, but damned if he wasn't going to try.

And then, finally, the foggy haze of their copulation began to fade. Jamie gasped and he sucked in breaths, feeling his body relax and the tension ease from his muscles. It hadn't dawned him up until this point just how long he'd been at it, and even with the help of the girls' milk, it was finally catching up. His cock softened with the last droplets of seed, his sweat painted body leaning over Julie. Slowly, in one tedious motion, he withdrew himself with an audible “plop" as creamy jizm poured from Julie's nether lips.

It was a sight to behold. For a moment, Jamie was concerned. He poured so much of “himself" into the cow girl, he was astonished he even had that much in him! He was, absolutely, drained now, totally empty for the time being. He'd given her everything he had and more.

“Incredible. . ." he huffed, sitting on his haunches as his length twitched, softening, until there was a sticky trail of sex between the two. Finally, for Julie's “reward," he pulled off the blindfold which had kept her at his mercy for the entirety of their coupling.

Julie possessed an alluring grey coat which maintained a beautiful sheen in the right light, but her eyes truly completed the curvy ensemble of her person. Little green jewels in the field of her complexion, now free to admire Jamie, as he did with her.

“Beautiful," he said through rasping breaths, collapsing into the messy pile that was their coupling. He groped and embraced her, holding her midriff and noting the subtle but apparent bulge caused from all the seed she'd taken. If that didn't do something, Jamie would be astonished, and he'd have to double his efforts.

Meanwhile, Trixx was outside, her ears perked and body hot. She felt a dewy wetness at her loins but didn't dare finish right there. Not that she'd be embarrassed about getting “caught" or something, but a girl like her required satisfaction. If she couldn't get at Jamie's cock right now, she'd make due. The vixen scampered back to her quarters, dodging the other girls, whipping out one of her plus sized “devices" and proceeded to ride it, moaning aloud as though she was next for breeding too.

No one could hear her. Probably.

As for Julie, she could speak freely now – or at least more so now that she wasn't drowning in a brain addled with chemical lust.

“That was amazing, Jamie," she said. “You can try that with me anytime."

“Is that right?" said Jamie, his voice croaking, the fatigue of their intercourse finally catching up with him. “Well, count on it. And the rest of the girls too."

“Are you really trying to sire a family with us?"

He hadn't directly told Julie that, given the idea blossomed in his mind earlier today. But given how senseless he fucked her, guess the cow was out of the bag now. He didn't answer at once, considering. If he did, he'd change things around here. It was one thing to be a leading farmhand – another to have kids with chimera girls. The future of his name and family hung in the balance, and he had the power to change how things would go.

So of course he was gonna'.

“That's the plan."

The idea of having the other girls in a row just waiting to accept his seed. . . that was indeed a titillating concept. For now, however, he was exhausted. There was only so much stamina the steroidal milk could provide, and Jamie wasn't used to banging one of the gals like this. He would need more “practice."

He faded into a sleepy haze not long after, holding Julie close to his chest while his dreams were filled with the farm girls. They wrangled a big family, with Jamie at the helm. His hearth, his herd.