Dairy Farm 2
#2 of Dairy Farm
This story is 9 499 words long. I wrote it in a total of 8 hrs 47 minutes over two days. That's 18 words a minute, or 1081.5 words an hour.This includes time spent jotting down notes in front of the computer, sitting and thinking about what happens next, and getting my mind back on track after interuptions.
I have to say, I'm bloody impressed with myself.
Anyway, extra long story, cause I've been wanting to do one for ages! A continuation of a story I did for Box_Of_Lunches (lol, still epic) a while ago. It's only mostly heavy petting and maybe a [spoiler blocked, author managed to sense slap himself before divulging this information] in there as well. Anyway, enjoy!
"Andrew! Andrew Blackthorn you get back here this instant young man! Your dinner is getting cold!"
The shout echoed out across the field as the young man looked up in surprise, blinking sleepily as he sat up. Looking out over the farm, he grinned as he heard his mother shout for him again, grabbing his hat from the ground beside him and jumping to his feet befored running back to the house. As he ran, something caught the corner of his eye. Veering off course, he quickly reached the fence at the edge of the family dairy farm, spotting what had caught his attention.
"Rachelle!" he shouted, waving as he approached the startled girl, "Did mom send you out looking for me again? Sorry about that!"
"Y-yeah!" the blushing heifer replied, turning away from the tall, black stallion leaning on the fence, "I'll go tell her you're on your way!"
Andrew watched as his twin ran back to the house before turning back to the now scowling horse on the other side of the fence. The stallion grinned menacingly down at him, the human grinning back just as viciously. Andrew reached up and ran a hand through his thick brown hair, pulling out a few bits of grass as he did so, placing one of the longer pieces between his teeth as he never broke eye contact with the looming stallion.
"Nightshade," he said.
"Half-breed," the horse snorted.
"Oh come now, that was uncalled for," Andrew chuckled, "I didn't insult you, did I?"
"Just calling it like it is," the stallion replied.
"Well then," Andrew laughed, looking down as he spoke, his voice taking on a whole new level of hatred as he peered at the stallion from beneath his hat, "So much as look at my little sister funny again, and I'll rip your liver out through that bendy straw you call a dick."
Nightshade couldn't help but step back as the boy growled at him, the hatred literally pouring off of his body and forcing the older male back. Giving a snort, the man boy turned away and trotted off, forcing himself to wait until he was around the corner before dropping to all fours and cantering full tilt back home, his eyes wide with fear.
Andrew waited until the sound of hooves disappeared before turning around, blinking in surprise when he saw his dad, a slight smile on his face.
"Your mother is royally annoyed at you now, my boy," he chuckled, patting the teen on his shoulder, "And even that thick skin of yours isn't going to save you this time!"
"Argh, I hate this!" Andrew sighed as the two siblings walked down the road together, Rachelle jumping slightly at his sudden outburst, "Stupid school! Can't wait 'til next year when I can just work full time on the farm!"
"Oh," Rachelle chuckled, watching as he fiddled with the rim of his hat as he always did, "I like school, I actually want to carry on, maybe go to one of the cities and get a proper degree in a University!"
"Well, if anyone from this little back water town can do it, it's you, Rache," Andrew laughed as his sister blushed, tipping his hat back, "You're the smartest person we've this town's had in generations, I'm sure of it!"
Andrew fell silent as Rachelle nodded, looking over at her brother. The somewhat handsome young man looked almost entirely human, except for three distinct differences. Firstly, and most noticeably, was his skin, it was a darkish brown colour, and had a leathery texture to it, similar to a cows hide, as tough and durable as even their grandfather's hide, yet it was still as soft to the touch as human skin. Next were his ears, instead of a human's, he shared the same ears as his sister, the bovine appendages occasionally twitching as a fly or mosquito landed on them.
The final difference wasn't easily noticeable, Rachel only knowing about it because Andrew was her brother, and they had shared baths many times before in the past. He did not have a human penis, instead he shared the common trait most half-breed males had and had a sheath much like a normal bull's, his long bovine member hidden in the fold of skin on his crotch, his testicles hanging beneath. This had caused quite a stir amongst the human girls in the town, as there had recently started a rumour that half-breeds were the best lovers, leading to her and her brother being targeted more often.
Andrew glanced over at his sister, who had been staring at him for nearly five minutes, obviously worried about him getting into another fight at school today. Sighing, he quickly eyed her, smiling as he saw just how much she resembled their mother. Unlike most other cows, both Rachel and their mother were only about five feet tall, almost a foot shorter than average. Her body was also a lot slimmer, not having as much of the heavy-set nature of the cow; she looked more like a well built human. That was where the similarities ended though. She had the characteristic thick leathery skin of a bovine anthro, though it was far softer than normal, and she shared their mother's hoofed feet and small horns, though hers had grown slightly larger than normal, making her somewhat self conscious about her appearance. Other than that, she had what their grandmother had called the "Holstein Gene", her breasts beginning to develop early, and they were already as large as their mother's, despite Rachel's smaller size.
Shaking his head, he cleared all thought of his sister's body from his mind as they neared the school building, a heavy feeling building in his chest as he began looking for someone. Spotting her, he made to move off, glancing over at his sister, who just smiled and nodded, already knowing what he wanted to do, before going and joining her own friends. Grinning foolishly, Andrew made a B-line for the fancily dressed girl standing to the side of the school building, staring off into the distance.
"Oh beauty fair, and beauty wise, pray tell me so, what has caught thy eyes?" Andrew asked as he drew near, surprising the feline as she giggled, her cheeks reddening beneath her golden as Andrew stood beside her.
"Careful with what you say, Andy," she giggled, "One of these days you're going to make me fall in love with you!"
"Ah, but my father's gift with words is both a blessing and a curse," Andrew chuckled, his smile fading slightly as he spoke, "I can woo the greatest beauty, and get mocked by the lowest beasts."
"Aw, don't sweat it, Andy," the girl said, reaching down and squeezing his hand, "I like you more than enough for the rest of them."
"Thanks Juliette," Andrew sighed, running his hand over the rim of his hat, "You're the only one who actually treats me like a normal person. Even the other halves don't like me because I look too human."
"You're human enough for me," Juliette giggled, squeezing his hand again as she looked away, "Actually there's something I need to tell you..."
"Class is starting! Students, get to your classes!" the head teacher called as she rang the small bell over her head, interrupting Juliette.
"After class, okay?" Andrew said as he let go of Juliette's hand, walking into the school building as the cat girl followed after him.
"Argh! I'm so glad that's over and done with!" Andrew sighed as he walked out of the school building, Juliette close behind him, "I'm really not built for school like mi sister is, hey Juliette?"
"We're going back to the city," Andrew stopped in his tracks as she spoke, turning slowly to look at the feline, her eyes downcast as she tried to hide the tears, "W-we only came for my mom's health, and she's all better now, so my dad says we're going back to the city next fall."
"B-but that's...that's only a few weeks away!" Andrew stuttered, walking slowly towards Juliette, "You...you're at least staying for the Autumn Festival, right? You'll be here for the dance, won't you?"
"No," she said, shaking her head as she wiped the tears from her eyes, "We're leaving at the start...before the harvesting even starts."
"But...that...no...no...I was gonna...I was...ask you..." Andrew stuttered, making Juliette look up in surprise as he stared at her in shock.
"You were going to...to ask me?" She said, tears suddenly pouring down her face as she fell onto his chest, her shoulders heaving as she sobbed against him.
"Hey, what's going on here?" a familiar voice called, Nightshade approaching the two with a vicious sneer on his face, "The two love birds have a fig-ack!"
The horse gave a strangled cough as Andrew's hand closed around his throat.
"Not now, you sorry excuse for a farm yard reject," Andrew said coldly, his eyes dead as he glared at the equine, Nightshade instantly falling silent, "Can't you see that the lady is upset?"
The horse leapt back the second Andrew let go of his throat, dropping to all fours and galloping away regardless of who saw him. Several of the other students looked around in surprise, wondering what could have spooked one of the toughest guys in the town. What they saw was Andrew removing his hat as he held tightly onto Juliette.
"Where is my daughter?! She hasn't been answering my calls, and she was last seen with your son!" the male yelled as he burst through the door, making the farmer glare up at him from his seat at the table, a forkful of food halfway to his mouth.
"She isn't here, if that's what you're wondering, Geoffrey," the man replied, getting up from the table, "But don't worry, she's as safe as she could be."
"Safe? SAFE?! She's disappeared off with that...that half-way spawn of yours and you say she's safe?!" the feline exploded, suddenly falling silent as the farmer glared at him, all his strength suddenly vanishing under that powerful gaze.
"I did not shed tears at my father's funeral to hear his words spoken out of another's mouth, Geoffrey," the farmer said calmly, "Now we both know that my son has taken quite a liking to your daughter, and if I must say so, I believe the same could be said the other way 'round."
"What are you saying, Brandon?" Geoffrey asked, "That my daughter has eloped with your...child? Are you insane? She knew full well that we would not be staying here indefinitely, and that one day we would have to return!"
"But she didn't know she'd fall in love, now did she?" Brandon asked, catching the other man off-guard.
"Love? Well...I never...Just tell me where they are!" he demanded, his face flustered beneath his fur.
"You really want to know. Go to the field where we have the Autumn Festival. Go east from the Giant Oak, through Irkwood forest for about a half mile, you should come to clearing with a river and agiant pine with a moss covered rock nearby. If that boy is half as much of me as I think he is, they'll be there. And don't worry, he loves the girl, he'd never do a thing to hurt her...Well, except maybe that."
"That?" the man asked, staring at Brandon in confusion.
"Yeah, well that only hurts the one time, then it's pretty much just all good feelings from there," the dairy farmer said as he sat back down at the table, picking up his fork again, "Now, if you'll please excuse us, we'd like to finish eating our dinner."
The family watched as the man hurried out the door, remaining silent until the sound of his car starting up, then driving off, faded away completely.
"How'd you actually know they'd be at the Pine Tree House, dad?" Rachel asked.
"Little blighter had the cheek to call me and ask if it was okay to take her there," the farmer replied, "I told him that if he had to ask, he should know the answer. Just said "Thanks" and hung up."
"Oh..." Rachel said, looking down at her meal, "Does that mean that they're going to...you know?"
"Couldn't say," her father sighed, "What do you think, Anna?"
"Oh, they might, but I don't think they need to, they love each other enough as it is," the heifer giggled, reaching over and squeezing Brandon's hand, "On the other hand, you, young lady, are going to be taking the Holstein Gene off to the big city in a few years. Make sure you keep yourself safe."
"M-mom!" Rachel gasped, her face going bright red as she tried to hide behind her hand, "I don't even know if I'll be able to get into any of the Universities!"
"Oof, you okay?" Andrew asked as he helped Juliette down into the circular room, flicking the switch on the wall and turning on the lights.
"Wow, its incredible!" the feline gasped, as she looked around the structure, "Exactly how you described it!"
"Yeah," Andrew sighed, his cheeks flushing as he remembered some of the stories his father had told him about that place, "You know, my sister and I were conceived here."
"You...were what?" Juliette asked, turning to stare at Andrew in shock as her blush shone through her fur.
"I...well, I'm sorry," he sighed, sitting down on the bench that surrounded the tree's roots, "I'm just nervous about bringing you here, what with all the stories and stuff. I just...I don't want to rush us."
"Rush us into what?" Juliette asked as she sat beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder and picking up one of his hand, "Sex?"
"Uh...well, yeah," Andrew stammered, surprised by her sudden bluntness, closing his eyes, he thought to himself Well, it's now or never, "I...I love you too much to do that to you!"
"I'm sorry, you what me too much?" Juliette asked, a slight smirk on her face as Andrew looked down at her in confusion.
"I...I love you too much," he repeated, blinking in confusion when Juliette started to laugh, "Wha...what's so funny?"
"I have waited so long to hear you say that," she laughed, tears pouring down her face as she suddenly pulled herself closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I've wanted to hear those words for too long, now."
Dumbfounded, Andrew shook his head slightly as she reached up, pulling Juliette into his lap, the catgirl looked at him in surprise, a slight smile forming on her lips as he lent forwards, pressing his lips against hers, opening his mouth slowly as she copied him, his tongue slipping in and over her rough tongue. The two remained like that for what felt like hours, eventually breaking for air as Juliette pulled Andrew to the large double bed at the other end of the room.
Lying down, she pulled the young man down on top of her, giggling as he blushed, her own face going red beneath her fur. Reaching up, she slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, running her hands over the muscular form of his bare chest. Andrew carefully positioned himself as he copied her, undoing the buttons on her blouse, making the girl blush even more deeply as he exposed her chest, running a hand over the soft fur of her stomach.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips back against hers, kissing her again as they continued to run their hands over each other. Andrew jumped as he felt her hands slip down to his pants, undoing the button of his jeans. Quickly breaking the kiss, he grabbed her wrists and gently pulled her hands away.
"We don't need that," he whispered into her ear, "At least, not yet. I just want to be with you tonight, and I don't have to do that to be with you."
"You bastard," Juliette suddenly sobbed, a smile spreading across her face, "Every time you open your mouth, you're always making me fall in love with you even more!"
Andrew smiled back as he leant back down; pressing his lips back against hers again as they lay there in each other's arms.
It was several hours later when the sound of swearing and shouting could be heard outside, a figure emerging from the woods and shining a flash light around the clearing. Focussing on the tree, the figure moved closer, searching around the base until it found the entrance, pulling the pine branches to the side and lifting the flap. It looked around the dimly lit room, the beam of the flash light falling on the two teenagers lying on the double mattress, entwined in each other's arms. The figure stared at them for a short time before silently withdrawing from the doorway and disappearing back into the woods.
Te farmer hummed to himself as he drove the old farms tractor into town, the full milk urns in the back rattling slightly as he drove over the bumpy road, Andrew staring blankly at their lids as they neared the town centre.
"Come on, boy," his father called back to him over the rattle of the tractor, "Wake up! It's only been a week since you and your little miss eloped!"
Andrew spun around as his father said this, staring at the back of the older man's head in shock, the human laughing loudly as he caught a glimpse of his sons face before turning back to watch the road. Reaching the town square, he expertly manoeuvred the tractor into position, taking up their usual spot in front of the old bakery, beside the baker's own stall.
"You watch the wares for now, Andrew," his father instructed, "I've got to go get some things for your mother. Don't go running off on me now."
"Dad! Seriously, stop it!" Andrew snapped, quickly bowing his head when the man glared at him, apologising immediately, "Sorry sir. That was uncalled for."
"No, it was my fault," the man sighed, placing a hand on the top of his son's hat, "I'll stop taking your troubles so lightly."
"Uh...thanks?" Andrew replied as the man disappeared into the already growing crowd, making the teen sigh.
"What's up, milk dud?" A familiar voice asked, Andrew glancing over at the baker's daughter, her arms full of freshly baked rolls as she placed them in a large basket on their stall.
"Nothing for you to know about, Jennie," Andrew sighed, leaning back against the trailer as he watched the people mill about. If he even uttered a word about any of what had happened to this girl, he knew she'd tell her mother, and then the two biggest gossips in the entire town would spread the word like wild fire.
"Aw, promise I won't speak a word of it," the Collie girl giggled, her finger pressed to her muzzle.
"Like with Percy being gay?" Andrew asked, dropping his hat over his eyes as he scowled at the floor, "Only took half an hour for the word to reach Old Milligan House on the hill. A new record for you and your mother, if I recall."
"I...well...that was..." the canine stumbled over her words, falling silent as Andrew gave her a sideways glare.
"If you must know, it's got to do with Juliette leaving, seeing as how everyone knows 'bout that already," Andrew growled.
"Aw, worried you ain't gonna have a partner to the Autumn dance?" the girl asked, "Don't worry, I'll go with you."
"Not if you held a gun to my head," Andrew suddenly laughed, making the collie step back in confusion.
"Who's holding guns to whom, now?" another familiar voice asked, Andrew suddenly jumping to his feet as he pushed his hat back up, looking at Juliette in joy, his smile quickly fading as he spotted her father standing just behind her.
"Morning Juliette, Mr. Fredrick," he said respectfully, the older feline nodding to him.
"We'll take two urns," Juliette's father instructed, pressing the money into Andrew's hand as the young man pulled out the order book, writing down their name and the order, "We're having a going away present, and my wife has decided to do some baking."
"Oh, but we could handle that for you!" Jennie suddenly piped up, smiling sweetly at the two felines.
"Sorry, but my wife insisted, something about wanting to give back to the community that helped her health," he said, adding in a little extra under his breath that made Andrew snort, "And about filthy hands spreading lies."
"Sneezed," the boy said as the three looked at him strangely, Juliette snickering slightly herself.
"Well then, it's two weeks now," the man suddenly said to Andrew, catching the boy off-guard, "You have until then."
"To do what?" he asked, the two having already disappeared into the crowd, "Oh for the love of...Can no one stay long enough for me to ask a simple question?!"
Turning away, he pulled out the deposit box from its place in the trailer, quickly sorting through the money and placing it inside. He paused when he found a slip of paper rolled in with the notes, quickly pocketing it before Jennie had a chance to see. Finishing with the money, he closed and locked the deposit box, replacing it in the trailer before turning back and leaning against the trailer once more.
"You here the whole day?" Jennie asked.
"Maybe," Andrew replied.
"Me too. Let's at least try and be civil then, shall we?" the border collie asked.
Andrew glanced out of the corner of his eye at the girl beside him, giving a slight nod, "Sure."
Andrew pressed down on the accelerator as the tractor plodded up the hill towards Juliette's house, the few empty urns in the trailer rattling madly as he tried to climb the hill faster. Pulling the note from his pocket, he reread it for what seemed like the thousandth time.
"We must talk," he read Mr. Fredrick's hand writing again, his gaze drifting down to the small heart drawn on the bottom corner of the note, a tiny 'J' inside.
Finally reaching the large house at the top of the hill, he pulled the tractor of the road and drove it around to the back of the house, reaching the back door into the kitchen. He jumped off the tractor and headed around to the back of the trailer, lifting two of the heavy milk urns off with ease, his well-toned muscles bulging as he set the two metal containers on the ground. Heading back towards the house, he reached out to knock on the door as it was suddenly flung open, Juliette barrelling into his chest as she squealed happily.
"You are never gonna guess what!" she said excitedly as Bryan lay on his back, stunned by the sudden collision.
"I...uh...what?" he asked, sitting up as the excited feline wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his face several times before her father walked calmly out the door, making Andrew leap to his feet, pushing Juliette gently off of him.
"I...uh... hello sir, that wasn't..." Andrew stuttered, staring up at the feline as he raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Calm down boy, I know about the two of you," he suddenly said, stunning Andrew into silence, "I'm not as stupid as some of the other country folk around here. I've known that you and my daughter would end up this way, probably even before I was aware of it myself."
Andrew opened his mouth to say something, but stopped as he tried to figure out what the man had just said. Seeing the confused look on Andrew's face, he sighed and shook his head, placing a hand on the startled boy's shoulder.
"Listen, that's not what's important now. What is important is that I have decided to allow Juliette to stay for the Autumn Festival," the man said, making Andrew blink in surprise, then smile in disbelief, however, his smile quickly disappeared as the man continued, "On one condition. Prove yourself."
"What? But..." Andrew stuttered, staring up at the serious faced feline in confusion. Looking at Juliette, the excited girl's wide smile dropping slightly as she saw the solemn look on his face. Turning back to her father, he sighed, his head held low, "I...I'm sorry sir, but I don't know if I can do that. I'm not so smart, like my sister or Juliette; all I know is how to work on our farm and get into fights..."
The older man suddenly laughed, patting the surprised boy on the shoulder, "Two points to you, young man. Knowing your faults is one thing, admitting them is something else entirely more difficult. Now remember, you have two weeks."
Andrew stared in amazement as the older male ordered his daughter back inside, dumbstruck by his sudden familiarity. He was pulled out of his stupor when the man placed his hand on Andrew's shoulder again, his face serious once again. Leaning i close, he hissed menacingly into the young half-breeds bovine ear, "But if I find out you've done anything to my daughter, I will hang you hide on my wall! Understand?"
Andrew nodded furiously as the feline stood back up and nodded back at him, before disappearing back into the house, a maid walking out and asking the still shocked Andrew to put the milk urns inside.
"He just told me to prove myself!" Andrew groaned as he lay on his bed, his sister sitting on her own on the other side of the room, brushing her thick brown hair, "How the hell am I supposed to do that?"
"Well," Rachel mused, "You said that he gave you two points or whatever after you said that stuff about your faults."
"Yeah, but that was just me being honest!" Andrew huffed, sitting up and looking at his sister, "I just felt like he should know about it!"
"Listen to yourself! You just gave yourself the answer to your own question! Just be yourself, do what you think is right!" Rachel scolded, glaring at the depressed boy, "I mean, most other boys would've been bending over backwards to show how good at their craft they are, but you haven't! You've been thinking it over for the past week! I mean, you barely even noticed when Juliette said hi to you the other day! Why is that?!"
'Well, 'cause I know that her father don't really care about all that," Andrew replied.
"And how do you know that?" Rachel pressed.
" 'Cause I'd be the same," Andrew answered, his eyes lighting up, " 'Cause I wouldn't care if I already knew they could provide for her, I'd only care about if they were going to treat her right!"
"Exactly!" Rachel shouted, picking up her brother's hat from beside him and jamming it onto his head before heading out their bedroom door, "Now that you've figured that out, you should know exactly what to do."
"Hey, where you going all prettied up like that," Andrew called after her, jumping off his bed as he followed Rachel downstairs to the front door.
"Nina Bluff is having a bit of a pre-Autumn Festival party," Rachel explained, "They're gonna have a really good crop this year so they're throwing a party, and Nina invited all her friends. Annie Sullivan's dad is taking me and some other girls in his car."
"The wheat farmers?" Andrew asked, chuckling to himself, "Well, good thing I ain't going, I'd just get into another fight with Brett and ruin the party. Have fun, Sis, and call me if there's any trouble."
"Will do," the girl laughed as she walked off into evening, Andrew watching her from the doorway as she reached the gate, waving to a car as it stopped just in front of the gate, before climbing in with the rest of the girls inside.
"Aw, worried?" a cheeky voice asked, catching Andrew by surprise as Juliette suddenly appeared beside him, draping her arms over his shoulders and pressing her head under his chin, "Want me to keep you company?"
"What the...Juliette?! What are you doing here?!" he asked, staring at the cat girl in shock, "Your dad is gonna kill me!"
"Who do you think dropped me off?" she laughed, "He said if you "do" something to me, Andrew. Not if we just sit and talk, and maybe snuggle a bit."
"Wha..." the confused teen looked down at Juliette as she pulled him onto the hanging bench on their porch, pulling his arms around her as she sat down in his lap.
"Oh stop being such a worry wart," she giggled, "My dad's a big softy when it comes to this kind of stuff, he actually met my mom in a very similar way. Married her three months later."
"Heh, then maybe it's in our blood to fall in love at first sight!" Andrew laughed, "My folks got married only a few weeks after they first met!"
"Oh really?" Juliette gasped, "Is this the story about that little house under the pine tree? Tel me, tell me!"
"Okay, okay!" Andrew laughed, squeezing the feline gently as she snuggled closer to him, "My mom had come here one day with my Gran..."
"I still can't believe they did that after only having met a few hours before!" Juliette gasped as the two teenagers walked up to the farms front gate, Andrew leaning against one of the posts as Juliette stood in front of him, "Hey, my dad's not going to be here for another ten minutes, you want to kiss?"
Andrew looked at the girl in surprise as she stepped forwards, closing her eyes and leaning slightly forwards, presenting her lips to the now suddenly very nervous boy. He leant down slowly as his cellphone began to buzz in his pocket, catching him off guard as he automatically whipped it out, staring at the text message he had just received.
"Oh crap!"
"What?" Juliette asked, opening her eyes and looking at the cellphone in confusion, her eyes going wide as she read the message, "Nightshade at party, help!" Oh no! Wait, my dad'll be here any second, he can take us!"
"No time!" Andrew growled, cancelling the call he had just made, "He phone went to voice mail. I'm going to crush that bastard if he's hurt her!"
"Andrew, just wait! My dad can help!" Juliette begged, holding onto his arm.
"Sorry, but this is what I have to do," he said kindly, kissing her softly on the lips, "Follow after me."
Juliette blinked in surprise as he ran off, her lips still tingling from the soft kiss as she stared at his back, disappearing into the evening light. She jumped when her father called out to her, pulling the car up just in front of her.
"Was that Andrew that just ran off?" he asked.
"Yes, we have to get to the Bluff Farm immediately!
"You won't be needing this anymore," Nightshade laughed as he tossed Rachel's cellphone to the side of the barn, the thing lighting up as it sailed through the air, someone trying to call it, "In fact, I don't think you're going to be needing any of this for what we're gonna do!"
Rachel shrieked as the horse grabbed the front of her blouse, ripping the fabric off of her chest, the young heifer automatically lashing out, her fist connecting with his jaw. Staggering back, Nightshade threw the ripped fabric to the floor, rubbing his jaw as he sneered at Rachel.
"Oh, feisty," he cackled, "I like that!"
Rachel shrieked again as he tackled her, pinning her against one of the support beams, pushing the wooden pole painfully into the small of her back. Reaching around, her yanked the rest of her ruined blouse down her arms and tied it around her wrists, wrapping it around the pole as well, binding her in place.
"Now that I've got a hold of you, and that you're idiot brother can't come save you, I think I'll find out if the rumours are true!"
Rachel sobbed as Nightshade pulled down her jeans, running his thick equine tongue over her thighs, standing back up as he pulled off his shirt, before unbuckling his belt, the bulge in his jeans already highly visible. Rachel couldn't help but stare as he stripped in front of her, marvelling at the immense length of his manhood as it hung semi-erect between his legs. Shrieking again, she gasped as he grabbed her bra, ripping it painfully from her chest, his member twitching as he glared at her lustfully, pressing his chest against her breasts before tilting his head down, running his ti=ongue over the large orbs, his hands squeezing them painfully.
"Heh, such amazing breasts," he laughed, "Exactly what you'd expect from a Holstein, even a half-breed one!"
"P-please! Stop!" She sobbed, looking down at him fearfully as he knelt in front of her, forcing her legs apart and sniffing at her crotch.
"Why should I!" he shouted, laughing manically as he stood again, stepping back to admire his handy work.
The board splintered just behind him, suddenly breaking as a fist shot out, grabbing a hold of the horse's mane and yanking him backwards, slamming him into the wall. Rachel watched in awe as he brother burst through the hole, his arm bleeding where a nail had caught him, tearing into his skin. Nightshade stumbled forwards, stunned as he managed to turn just in time to see Andrew swing his fist, slamming it into the side of the horses head, and sending him crashing into the floor.
"Because she said so!" The teenager roared, pure rage burning in his eyes as he walked towards the horse, trying to push himself back up.
"Andrew! Stop!" Rachel shouted, making the furious teen glare at her, turning suddenly and standing in front of her. She gasped as he wrapped his arms around her, grabbing the fabric on her wrists and ripping it apart with ease.
"Leave," he said quietly, stepping back as she fell to the floor, rubbing her wrists, tears still pouring down her face.
"Fuck that!" the shout caught them both off-guard as Nightshade grabbed Andrew's head, hurling him into a pile of barrels on the side of the barn, splintering them, a kerosene bottle tumbling off of a shelf and smashing on the floor, catching alight as an old flint sparked off the ground, "She's mine now, you bastard! I'm not gonna let you take her from me anymore!"
Rachel stared in shock as Nightshade stormed up to her and grabbed her wrist, yanking her to her feet, the fire slowly spreading towards the pile of barrels.
"You see that, you slut!" he laughed, "That useless brother of yours is gonna become nothing more than a well done steak!"
"No! Andrew, help me!" Rachel shrieked, falling silent when Nightshade backhanded her.
"Hey!" the shout surprised the horse as he looked up, Andrew grinning at him menacingly, his hand running through his thick brown hair, "You knocked my hat off. I really like that hat."
"What the..?" Nightshade asked, leaping back as the barrel suddenly smashed into the ground right where he had been standing, shattering as Andrew had already lifted another, hurling it at the horse before he had time to react.
Rachel looked up as she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her, firing her up and pulling her out of the burning barn and into the cool night air, someone's coat falling over her naked shoulders as she looked at the old wooden structure.
"...chel! Rachel!" Juliette's voice broke through her stupor as she looked at the worried girl, suddenly bursting into tears as she fell against her, her shoulders heaving.
"He saved me..." she sobbed, "He's always saving me..."
"Back inside the barn, the fire climbed up the old timbers easily, quickly covering the roof and walls. Nightshade staggered to his feet, brushing bits of barrel off of him as he squinted through the smoke, spotting the heaving form of Andrew as it slowly approached.
"We don't have to do this, Nightshade!" Andrew shouted, the older boy snarling at him.
"Says who?!" he screamed back, "You're always going to have the better things! With your farm, and your family, and your little fucking girlfriend!"
"Wha...what?" Andrew asked, stopping and staring at the horse through the smoke, tears pouring down his equine face.
"You and your perfect fucking life! Your dad who loves you! Your sister who relies on you!" Nightshade continued, falling to his knees as he began to sob, "My dad won't even give me the time of day! And my sister hates me! All I wanted to was to have some of that! And when you wouldn't let me, I was forced to take it! But you won't even let me do that! Why? Why won't yo et me have even a tiny part of your perfect life?!"
"You never asked,"
The horse stopped as Andrew answered, staring up at the teen as he emerged through the smoke, soot covering his face and body as he looked down at Nightshade.
"Wha...what?"
"All you had to do was ask, Nightshade," Andrew replied, kneeling in front of the horse, "I'm not a greedy person, I would have shared any part of my life with you...well, except maybe my mom's apple crumble, but that stuff is just too good!"
The two stared at each other for a short time, Andrew smiling slightly at the stunned horse, who started to chuckle, both suddenly laughing as the building burnt around them. A loud creak caught them off guard as the ceiling suddenly caved in, burning wood raining down around them.
"We have to get out of here!" Andrew shouted, jumping to his feet and looking around, swearing as Nightshade suddenly tackled him, throwing him to the side as a block of fire and wood collapsed on top of the horse.
Andrew stared in shock as Nightshade struggled beneath the burning timber, his body pinned to the floor as the flames spread ever closer to him.
"Get out!" he yelled, "Go back to your perfect life! I got nothing to go back to!"
"Hell no!" Andrew screamed, running to his side, "I still have to give you share some of it with you, don't I?"
"No, buddy," Nightshade chuckled, "You already have. You gave me a rival, and a friend, I just couldn't see it for my own jealousy and greed."
"Cut the sentimental crap and pull yourself out!" Andrew screamed, surprising the horse as he lifted the burning beam, the flames lapping at his hands and chest. Nightshade looked up in awe as Andrew gritted his teeth, holding up the massive chunk of wood with all his strength.
"Thanks, buddy."
The crowd gathered as they watched the barn burn, the flames reaching up into the night sky as more cars started arriving, worried parents searching through the crowds until they found their children.
"Rachel!" Her mother gasped as she fell to the ground beside her daughter, wrapping her arms around her, "What happened?!"
"Andrew's still in there," she whispered, "He never came out..."
"No!" the heifer shrieked, leaping to her feet and racing towards the flames, barely able to be held back by the other anthros that jumped in her path, collapsing to the ground and sobbing when her husband wrapped his arms round her neck and held her. She sobbed as the crowd began to gasp, making her look up, he eyes going wide as she saw the figure stumbling out of the flames.
Andrew staggered forwards, Nightshade slung over his shoulders as the horse hung limply, his hind legs flopping uselessly below him. The boy managed to drag himself and his load out of the range of the flames, before laying the horse down on the ground as carefully as he could. Several members of the crowd rushed forwards to help, even the town doctor coming forwards to inspect their wounds.
"Shit," the man hissed as he ran his hands over Nightshade's legs, "They feel like they're fractured, if not broken. This could cost you your legs, son!"
"Humph, pathetic," the small group looked up at the massive stallion looming over them, his arms folded across his chest as he looked down at Nightshade, "No worth in a horse with broken legs."
"No worth in a man with no heart," someone said from behind him, making the horse huff.
"What did you say, monkey-child?" The group gasped as the stallion used the racist term, Brandon walking calmly up beside him and laughing.
"You think I'm going to be insulted by someone who can't even pity his own son?" he asked, "I'm more insulted that you could call yourself a father."
"He is no son of mine," the horse snorted, turning away, "He couldn't even get what he wanted."
"So you're the one who did this to him, you over-grown donkey?"
The horse stopped as Andrew got unsteadily to his feet, glaring at the back of the male's head.
"You're the one that made him think he was worthless, and that he had to take what he wanted," the young man continued, walking up behind the stallion, "You know, I could have been friends with your son. Him and I could have been the best of friends, and then he could have had what he wanted."
The stallion's shoulders tightened as he gave another huff, his shirt stretching as his muscles bulged.
"He could have had a friend, he could have had my sister," Andrew chuckled, "Hell, and maybe he even could have had some of my mom's apple crumble. But you know what else he could have had? A family that actually cares about him."
"Who do you think you are, you little half-monkey spawn?!" the man roared as he spun around, glaring into Andrew's eyes, "Who do you think you are to tell me how to raise a child? How can some little runt like you know what's the right way to bring up a strong willed and independent child, who can get what he wants on his own?!"
"Me? I'm no one," Andrew chuckled again, "I mean, all I'm good at is working on the farm and getting into fights. Oh, and my mom says I have a way with words."
"What are you on about?" the man asked, standing up right as he looked at Andrew in confusion.
"No idea," the teenager sighed, "All I know is, no matter how strong the will, if the heart is weak, so is the man. And the heart can only grow strong if it is loved."
The horse looked down at him in disgust as Andrew cocked an eyebrow, the man spinning on his hoof and storming off. Andrew gave a slight hiss as he felt three sets of arms wrap around him, his mother and sister sobbing happily as Juliette pressed her lips against his, kissing him passionately.
"Sorry about scaring you all back there," he chuckled once Juliette had freed his lips, "Oh, and can you guys kinda help me sit down. I can't feel my legs."
The music blared as the crowd gathered at the main stage, many of the stall operators even abandoning their posts to come watch the proceedings. A short time later the music died down, the crowd falling silent as a single figure sauntered onto the stage, tapping the microphone before talking into it.
"Good evening, all," he said, "It gives me great honour to be asked to stand on this stage tonight and speak these words."
The whispers rippled through the crowd as the announcer pulled a slip of paper from his pocket, unfolding it slowly as the crowd waited in anticipation.
"This year, despite the recent fire that ravaged his barn, Farmer Darien Bluff was able to make almost twice his normal profit. He also says that there are no hard feelings towards those that caused the blaze, as there was nothing of importance in the barn, and the insurance money is going to help build the new one he has been wanting for while now."
The crowd gave a cheer as a Proud looking Ram waved, grinning to himself as he hugged his wife.
"Next, we are sad to say, but we will be losing several members of our tight-knit community in the coming months. The Fredrick Family will be returning to the city in the near future, having postponed their departure to be able to attend the Autumn festival."
The crowd gave a mixed reactions of friendly cheers and shouted goodbyes, the two felines waving nervously from the crowd.
"And finally, the announcement that many of you have been waiting for, even if most of you already know the answer. The King and Queen of the Autumn Harvest Festival; Andrew Blackthorn and Juliette Fredrick! Please give them a hand as they now come up on stage to speak a few words and share the first dance!"
The crowd went wild as Andrew and Juliette walked on, hand in hand, the two teens grinning widely as they approached the microphone.
"Evening all," Andrew said, waving a bandaged hand, "Before we begin, I just want to say, thank you. Thank you to my mom and dad for teaching me about life, and how to live like a true man. Thank you to my sister, for being my brain when I couldn't think. And even thank you to my crotchety old Grandfather, who's been gone from this world for quite some time, for teaching me exactly how not to treat people."
The crowd laughed as he said this, Andrew looking sideways at Juliette, h=who nodded at him.
"Now, I'd like to do something a bit new," the crowd murmured as Andrew spoke, "I know I've had a shaky history with this particular person in the past, but I recently found out that we're closer friends than I'd ever have guessed. I would like to invite Nightshade Ironshod, along with his date tonight, my sister, Rachel Blackthorn, onto the stage to share with us this first dance."
The crowd fell silent as Andrew stepped back, waiting for the shouts to begin, looking over at Juliette again as she smiled encouragingly at him.
"Hey!" the shout startled him as Andrew looked down at the scowling horse, "How the bloody hell do you expect me to get this wheel chair up on the stage if you're just gonna stand there gawking at your girlfriend all night!"
Andrew suddenly laughed, crouching at the edge of the stage and helping the stallion up onto the stage, someone else handing him the wheelchair as Rachel ran around to the stairs. The crowd waited in silent anticipation as the three teenagers helped Nightshade back into the chair, cheering when he gave a wide grin and a thumb up.
Andrew chuckled to himself as the music started, slipping his hands around Juliette's waist as she wrapped hers around his neck, the two dancing slowly in time to the music.
"You know what I want to do after this?" Juliette whispered as she stepped closer, pressing herself against Andrew's chest.
"Maybe?" he asked, looking down at her as she giggled, her face going red as she blushed slightly.
"I want to go back to the Pine Tree House," she said, leaning in to kiss him lightly, "What do you say?"
"Why do we have to wait until after this?" Andrew asked, making Juliette gasp.
"You don't mean...?"
"You want to do it?" he asked, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Uh oh," Anna giggled, "I know that smile. They're planning something."
"Oh?" Juliette's mother asked, "What would that be?"
"I think we all know," The two fathers' said in unison, looking at each other in surprise, before chuckling quietly.
"Should we stop them?" Juliette's mother asked.
"Oh no!" Anna laughed, "That wouldn't be any fun at all!"
The adults watched as the two teenagers drew closer and closer to the edge of the stage, Andrew suddenly jumping off of it, catching Juliette as she followed, the crowd gasped as the two of ran off into the woods, quickly disappearing between the trees.
Andrew moaned as Juliette ran her rough feline tongue over his sheath, coaxing his member out slowly as she licked at the tip, making the teen gasp and moan even more. Eventually Andrew's length stood completely, Juliette awed by his length and size.
"It's so big!" she gasped, running a hand over it, making Andrew grunt slightly, a sudden feral look appearing in her eyes, "And hard, and hot! I...I want it in me, now!"
Andrew gasped as Juliette tackled him back onto the double mattress, pressing her lips against his as fumbled with his shirt, trying to undo the buttons as quickly as possible. Andrew quickly reached around and undid the zip on the back of her dress, pulling it down as the girl continued to struggle. Juliette gasped as Andrew broke the kiss, blinking surprise when she realised she couldn't move her hands freely any more, her wrists now trapped in the long sleeves of her dress. Moving slowly, Andrew undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling the tie over his head as he tossed the garment to the side, slipping his hands down the front of Juliette's dress as he pulled her onto his lap, kissing softly on the neck.
"What...uh...are you doing...oh..." Juliette gasped as Andrew's hands ran over her stomach, one venturing up to gently massage her breast as the feline gasped again.
"Taking it slow. I really don't think it's a good idea for us to be having actual sex just yet," Andrew replied, kissing her neck again as his hand slipped into Juliette's panties, dancing gently over her slit, his finger's becoming soaked in seconds, "So I've got another idea. Anyway, I'd heard that catgirl's were wild in bed, but this is almost ridiculous, you know?"
"Oh...s-stop teasing me!" Juliette moaned, "This is so...ooh, so unfair!"
Oh, is it now?" Andrew asked as he slipped his hand out of her panties, pushing her dress further down her legs, making sure to carefully pull her tail free first, before lifting her knees slightly, hooking the fabric in the bend, "What about now?"
"What? I know what you're trying to do, you bastard!" Juliette gasped, her legs now trapped in the folds of her dress, the girl now tied up in her own clothes, sitting in Andrew's lap in only her panties, "Stop messing around! I know as well as you do that you want to take me, I can feel your boner against my back."
Andrew moaned as she said this, shifting slightly so the fur on her back rubbed against his already sensitive dick, the boy, slipping his hand back into her panties, pressing a finger gently into her slit as she suddenly arched her back, giving a long, low moan. Andrew took this movement in his stride, slipping his other hand down and hooking it into the back of her panties, undoing the tail clip before pushing them down her legs to join her dress at her knees. Juliette gave another moan as the cool air hit her crotch, making her pant slightly as Andrew continued to move his finger slowly inside of her.
"T-this is l-like torture!" She moaned as he pushed his finger deeper, "But it f-feels s-so goo-oh-ood!"
Andrew moaned as well as Juliette pressed her back against his erection again, her soft fur rubbing over the sensitive flesh. Slipping his hands under her thighs, Andrew lifted Juliette up and over his erection, slipping it between her legs as he wrapped his arms around her chest and pressed his lips up against hers, kissing her passionately, his member rubbing up against her crotch as the two moaned in unison. Juliette gasped as they broke the kiss, Andrew continuing to slowly pump between her legs as she gasped and moaned in his lap.
"Oh god yes!" Juliette moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she began shifting her own hips in time with Andrew's, drawing longer and louder moans from the couple.
Juliette suddenly gasped, her legs giving out as she moaned loudly, her body quivering as she came, gasping for air. Andrew moaned beneath her, the feeling of her lips pressed against his sensitive flesh as she orgasmed pushing him even closer to the edge. He gasped as Juliette suddenly shifted, pulling herself off of him and spinning herself around, falling face first into the surprised young man's lap.
"Juliette..." Andrew trailed off as the feline ran her tongue along the side of his dick, licking at the juices she herself had covered it with, trailing her tongue over his head as Andrew moaned loudly.
The catgirl licked the head of his shaft again, kissing it softly as she started to open her mouth more widely, trying to take the engorged member into her mouth, circling her tongue over the head has she swallowed the pre-cum that dripped out. Andrew groaned as she slowly took more and more of his length into her mouth, eventually managing to get almost half of the massive length into her maw before it hit the back of her throat, Andrew's hand resting softly on the back of her head as she began to bob it, rubbing her rough tongue against the underside of his dick.
Andrew tensed as he felt his orgasm building, Juliette noticing this and shifting position, making Andrew gasp as she suddenly pushed down even more, the head of his dick hitting the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. He was about to protest when Juliette pushed forwards again, swallowing the head of his dick, her throat closing against it as she began to reflexively swallow. This was too much for Andrew, who gave a low, braying moan as he came, his member twitching as it shot his hot seed straight into Juliette's throat.
Juliette's eyes widened as she felt Andrew cumming into her throat, the warmth running done her insides and into her stomach, making her moan around his length. Pulling back slightly, she felt some of the surprisingly sweet and milky substance ooze into her mouth as she sucked the remainder from his dick, making Andrew moan loudly again. Sitting up, she grinned at the panting cow-boy, before greedily swallowing her mouthful and falling forwards onto his chest.
"Juliette, that was...amazing..." he gasped, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her closer.
"A Kitty loves her milk," Juliette giggled, "Especially when it's from her favourite cow."
"Heh, yeah," Andrew sighed, lying back on the mattress as Juliette snuggled closer, finally managing to free her hands and kick off the rest of her clothes, pulling herself up on top of Andrew's chest, capturing his softening member between her thighs, shifting her hips slightly as he moaned.
"You know," she giggled, licking the underside of his chin as she pressed her crotch down on his already re-stiffened dick, "I don't think I have a problem with us doing this for now."
"That's good," Andrew chuckled, kissing her softly, "Then you'd have no problem marrying me either?"
Juliette looked down at Andrew in surprise as he grinned foolishly up at her, the catgirl sitting up on his stomach as she slapped his chest, an annoyed smile on her face.
"What kind of a way is that to ask a girl such an important question?!" she huffed, folding her arms across her bare chest, "I have half a mind to refuse!"
Juliette blinked in surprise as Andrew suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around her as he shifted around, laying her back down on the mattress as he loomed over her, pressing his lips to hers as the kissed. Breaking the kiss, he blushed as he looked down at her, swallowing nervously before speaking.
"Oh love of my life, joy of my soul; the one who warms my heart, and whom makes me whole; I ask of you now, I beg and plead; please accept me now as you your knight on noble steed; I can offer you nought else but my love and my arms, to hold you ever more, and to shield you from all pain and harm; so now I ask you this, my love; please, will you marry me?" Andrew trailed off as he looked down into Juliette's eyes, the two beautiful orbs filling with tears as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down to kiss him.
"Of course," she sobbed as they broke the kiss, "You didn't have to go and say all that you know!"
"I wanted to," Andrew said, pulling Juliette closer to him, "Because I love you."
Author's note:
This story actually takes place about sixteen years after the first, and after reading it, I realised that the town and the life-style seemed to have not changed at all. Worried about this, I kind of freaked out about posting it until a friend of mine said one word. "Mormons". He then also explained to me that alot of little farming communities don't tend to change all that much over the years, especially in the America's, which is where this is supposed to be set. SO, I stopped freaking out and posted it.
In regards to my bovine/human cross-breeds, I decided to go against the (apparent) norm of having the charatcer share an equal traits from each parent, and so made a pair of paternal twins that were on either end of the scale, Namely, a human with some bovine characteristics, and a bovine with some human characteristics. I quite liked the way they turned out.
And no, Andrew does not have a tail. I decided against it as I thought it would just look weird.