The Bull and the Cow
The Bull and the Cow
- * * * * * Oli age 5 Oli had always been a rather shy, antisocial bull. His mother, a beautiful Parthenais cow who worked as a nurse, died in a car accident just weeks after Oli was born. His father who was a yak/aurochs worked for the government and was rarely home. Dad's unknown job payed handsomely though, leaving Oli well off and living with his grandparents most of the time. Ever since he was a toddler he often strayed from the various nostalgic games children play together, from the playgrounds, to gaze at the world around him. He was fascinated by the movement of clouds, of water, of the little bugs in the sandbox, often (too often perhaps) pondering existance in his relative solitude. Yes, he was a rather odd bull you might say. He was rather big and stocky as well, being a bovine, the biggest fur in his first grade class, and also rather heavy, which was not uncommon for his species. This inevitably led to teasing and general isolation from the other little furs who nicknamed him such favorites as "fatso" and "fat cow", children being children. These mockings of his classmates did indeed hurt him, however, he never once lashed back or attacked the assailants, much to the relief of the teachers for he was near twice the size of most of them, and his horns had begun to lengthen. Oh yes, it hurt him. This of course only served to further distance him from others but like all problems in life he simply learned to deal with it, by ignoring or retreating. The Post Shower Christy got out of the shower, the warm water against her fur and face always felt good, pleasant. She quickly toweled herself off, slipped into her sleeping gown and wandered back to her room, quite a lot of her body was exposed but her parents were both out "working late". She sat down infront of her mirror and stared at the cow staring back at her. She sighed. She had rather rosy, fluffy cheeks and the short, boxy bovine muzzle with very full and pouty lips, all topped with a large pair of downy brown eyes that matched her long caramel sheets of hair cascading down her back. She was quite a big girl, in more than one way. 5'10" and very broad at the shoulders, she was thickly and lusciously built from her little alabaster cow horns to her shiny black split-hooves. The fur that covered her body a creamy patchwork of whites and browns. She had strong, very thick and meaty legs, the wide curves of her calves and thighs melding up into the voluptuously full and soft globes of her rump from either side to her slightly raised and rounded tummy. She really had a very "motherly" look with all the generous padding, symbolic of her great fertility, and she certainly was. She turned to the various posters in her room, of slender, lithe vixen and feline models and their covergirl beauty, frowning as she turned back to look at her bulky form. Then slowly she pushed the satiny material away from her chest unveiling her most prominent feature - her ponderous, fat cow udders covered the majority of her torso and swooped out well beyond her shoulders, the heavy undercurves smushing together at her navel, capped by saucer sized, puffy pink areolae and succulent wine-cork teats nearly 3 inches long when hard: another bovine female trademark. A creamy canyon of cleavage sucked in male and even female gazes like a hormonal black hole in public: 18 inches long and deep enough to swallow a large history textbook, which she'd actually done once when she forgot her backpack at home. Her mammoth maternal mammaries showed a slight natural sag but the smooth, pink-blushed skin encasing her tits was stretched taut with the welled gallons of her rich, nourishing milk, swelling her udders up firm and fat like huge ripe fruit, bouncing and jiggling heavily in the cool night air with even the slightest of movements. And indeed, she was full again. She'd taken milk production stimulation hormones in order to get a job as a wet nurse at a local hospital to save up for college - she excelled superbly for obvious reasons and produced more than enough to fill the tummies of the few dozen needy kits on a daily basis. In fact, her udders produced milk so fast and in such volume that she had to milk herself twice a day on average on top of this. "They're so big and awkward" she thought to herself... sadly her glorious endowments were yet another flaw in her mind. She was definitely on the large side, it was in no way unusual for Holstein cows like herself but it was not the image of beauty that was portrayed in movies, TV, magazines and generally pervaded society. She sighed again, more heavily as she popped open a can of strawberry Slimfast and took a few gulps. Unconsciously she had started to caress an udder, gently stroking the soft, supple flesh of the vast under curve, her cow teat hardening into a quarter-roll thick 3 inch jut, white droplets of milk forming at the tip. Her breasts were so very sensitive, even moreso since she started milking, she couldn't resist cupping and rolling her prodigiously fat melons. She put down the can and MMmmm...d sultrily as she let her head roll back laxly causing her torso to arc out, thrusting those giant milk jugs up magnificently, emphasizing just how huge they were. Her dainty little hands were lost in an undulating sea of titflesh as she massaged herself, feeling herself up thoroughly. Her eyelids fluttered in delight, lips parting with a moist gasp, breathing quickening and growing ragged as she felt warm wet slaps of milky streams against her thighs with each squeeze of her hands. One hand snaked its way down naughtily over her milk dampened belly to her crotch and thoughts of the time she had accidentally walked in on Oli while he was in the shower flooded her mind. Something in her head told her it wasn't right, he was her closest friend all throughout highschool, but she couldn't help it. She stroked frantically on her throbbing nub visualizing his massive, muscular bull body, water running down the thick solid slabs of his chest and over the taut boulders of his ass... and his cock.. she'd only caught a glimpse but that huge hanging beast terrified and at the same time aroused her incredibly to no end. She plummed into herself with 3 eager fingers, she was absolutely soaking wet by now and the perfumey female musk effervescing up from her hot, swollen cunt was permeating the air in her room. Her engorged inner girl-muscles tightened and sucked on the deeply probing digits needfully, wishing those fingers were a big pulsating bull cock. Christy shut her eyes tightly, face wincing as she clenched her teeth, "Fuck me Oli... unnh..uh...mmm...Fuck me!" She humped her round, juice slickened butt up madly to her rapidly pistoning hand causing her cow udders to bounce with rythmic, meaty slaps off her belly and against eachother, even smacking herself in the face with her fat tits as they flung streams of milk on her mirror, the posters, the floor, everywhere. She was too fargone to care though, her ropey cow tail swished wildly up and down behind her till she brought the poofy tip between her legs and drew rapid circles with it over her clit, her voluptuous body writhing and squirming, mmmoooooing out her pleasure, eyes sealed... and finally the thought of Oli against her, inside her and kissing her so very deeply pushed her over the brink, her eyes flashed open, she gasped breathlessly then clenched her teeth to muffle a climactic wail of ecstasy, back arcing up off the chair, toes curling as the sweet waves of her orgasm washed over her, imagining Oli's thick sperm filling her, rich milk fountaining from her teats and splashing across her desk, warm honey gushing out of her swollen, convulsing cunny to soak her hand and rush over her chair then waterfalling lewdly, spreading into a steaming puddle on the floor. Practice *SMMMMRRAACK!!* went the collision of dirty, sweaty shoulderpads and helmets. *WHUMP* went the poor, rattled wolf linebacker as he flew threw the air and landed hard, flat on his back after charging full sprint into a wall of bovine who simply stood there and thrust his massive shoulder forward a bit at the moment of impact, the 6'6" bull seemingly unaffected by the lupine's brave effort. The senior's well built, but-not-built-enough body sprawled out on the grass, tail trembling slightly and a little moan coming from the helmet: he certainly -felt- like he'd just run into a brick wall. The soft howl of pain was suddenly pierced by a shrill whistle, the adult bear blowing said whistle quickly pulled off the wolf's helmet. "Max!! Hey! Max!" the grizzly called urgently, kneeling next to the dazed wolf, snapping his fingers above his face. The rest of the Jefferson varsity football team soon formed a circle of panting furs around the scene. The bear thrust 3 claws infront of the wolf's eyes, "How many fingers am I holding up Max?" His reply was only loud enough for the bear to hear but from the solemn shaking of his head, the answer was probably 11. The grizzly stood back up and blew the whistle again, "Alright ladies, 10 laps and hit the showers." he barked, the secondary coaches relaying the message. He turned with an agitated growl baring his large teeth, gripping Oli's face mask and yanking it towards his snarling maw, "Gods damnit Oli! I told you to take it easy on them, I need my starting linebacker for Saturday's game and I can't have you giving my players concussions every other play! Save it for the other team for Christ's sake!" he snarled angrily at the bull of the same height but a much more powerful stature. Oli just nodded, "Yes coach." The Locker Room A harsh chorus of equipment thudding and showers hissing above an arythmic heavy metal clanging echoed through the locker room halls, a background to the vulgar, testosterony chatter: grunting and snorting about "that hot cheerleader vixen with the big tits and the nice ass, daaayum, I gotta get me some 'o that!" and "man, you gotta check out my new rims on my bitch-wagon!" Oli snapped off his chinstraps, removing his helmet and undid the various straps on his shoulder pads, grabbing his water bottle and squirting his flushed, sweaty muzzle down as his large onyx bull hooves clack-thumped towards his locker causing slight tremors with each step. Quite used to the heady olfactory assault of sweaty, horny male reek that permeated the air like a thick machismal stew, Oli began stripping out of his equipment. He opened his locker, tossing the shoulder pads that had to be specially ordered to fit his barn-door width. Suddenly the locker room talk topic turned to the little "incident". "Damn, my head hurts like a bitch... stupid fucking bull..." the still slightly shaken up Max muttered rubbing his forehead. "I... I'm sorry Max, it was an accident," Oli mooed lowly, apologetically. "Bullshit, I saw you take that cheap shot fatso. What the fuck is up with that?" Brad, the all-star tiger quarterback and resident asshole/alpha male snarled coarsely. He strutted over with his orange and black slashed chestfur all puffed out in challenge, a mostly feline and lupine posse gathering behind him. The predatory feline was around the same height as the bull and sporting a well muscled, sleek physique but was, even still, dwarfed by the bovine's sheer enormous mass. In any case, the bull took a step back, his stance relatively weak. "You trying to ruin our chances of winning the championship? We can get any big dumb fur to just stand there and do nothing but we only have so many 'actual' football players at this school so do us all a favor. I know it's hard for a retarded fat cow to do, but at least -attempt- to think before you act." Brad emphasized his point with a white flash of sabre-fang and a hard shove (which took most all of his strength) to Oli's chest slamming him with a heavy crash against his locker. The sight was almost ludicrous, a bull with arms as thick around as the tiger's thigh getting pushed and bullied around by the cat. Those names and those situations fired off emotional responses so deeply engraved into Oli that he couldn't even see the reality of the situation. A situation the tiger indulged in taking advantage of. It was like a tragic, involuntary drug addiction. Oli's soft hazel eyes strayed from the tiger's piercing, golden slits, showing weakness which made the tiger grin and pounce as on prey. "By the way, where's my homework for tomorrow?" "Uhh... I didn't finish it yet, I'll have it by then though," Oli muttered quietly. "Damn right you will! The least you can do to make up for your blundering is help me with my homework, I can't take us to the championships, have a girlfriend, and take care of all that stupid schoolwork at the same time!" Brad gave Oli one more shove, staring at the defeated, slack-shouldered beast for a long moment before pulling a corner of his mouth up into a sharp, snide grin of satisfaction. "Seeya, fat cow." the tiger finished before exiting with his rat pack. The Cafeteria The cherished sound of the schoolbells echoed through the halls followed by the counterpoint of cell phones ringing above the idle chatter and bustle. The flashflood of teen fur, backpacks, and trendy clothing stormed out into the halls and towards the cafeteria. Oli's behemothian bull form made its way over to a table in a far corner, setting his protein shake and diet soda down, followed by Christy who placed her salad across from him. Little or no attention was given to the pair of large furs at best - at worst, quiet mockings and various thrown food items, on a regular basis. The other 10 seats on the long cafeteria table vacant as usual, save for a few little runty, 4-eyed, swirlie-whirlie veteran furs. Mostly mice. The bovines probably should have been thankful they were too heavy to lift. Oli really didn't fit in, to put it nicely. He was too big to be a geek or a nerd, too weird to be a preppy, too smart to be a druggie, too disinterested to start a band (though he did play piano some), too tranquil to be a real jock and too antisocial and distant to be in any group. Though he was on the varsity football team as an offensive lineman, and quite a good one at that, he was still an outsider even among his own team mates. They'd been friends for a while now, the bovines naturally grouping together and they were the only two at Jefferson high school. Oli was still quite calm and introverted, rarely speaking and often with a rather stoic expression. She often found it difficult to relate or talk with him but she found him so intriguing in some special way, almost like a big brother she never had. They'd hung out together, gone to movies occasionally, studied together, he even took her to the junior prom, but as a friend of course... Secretly, subconsciously, Oli felt strongly for her but his conscious mind would never let him admit it to himself, he'd still saw her as "just a friend". Christy flicked a few stray, auburn locks that draped over her cheek around her flickering little cow ears, munching circularly on some lettuce, flitting occasional glances up at Oli who was gazing off into space with an absent, static countenance, contemplating some mystery subject that would most likely remain a mystery at that rate. "So... Oli, how did the exam go?" Christy finally tried in a soft, polite voice, as if she were interrupting some direly important conversation. Oli held his pose for a couple seconds before raising the soda can dangling precariously in a light grip of thumb and forefinger, taking another little sip of aspartamy carbonated goodness, giving her a cute "huh?" look, his shaggy gray mane hanging over his forehead. "Huh? Oh, fine." He answered in a basey tone with a little bit of a smile. A moment or 5 passed, he took another sip, "Yours?" "Well, I did better than last time thanks to your help, I suck at math, what can I say?" she shrugged and gave a bright smile and a jovial giggle which the big bull joined with a larger smile and friendly rumble. "So... what are we doing on Friday? Movie?" she asked, before pitchforking up the scattered pieces of lettuce still left in her bowl and popping them into her mouth. "Umm.. sure."............ The Weightroom "8.. 9.. 10" the silence was shattered by a heavy, metallic crash. The weight room was entirely empty save the teen bull hammering away like a machine. Oli exhaled heavily, planting his hooves firmly on either side of the bench and stood to go over and fetch another stainless steel disc in each hand then carefully slid one onto either end of the bar, adding 1 to the 3 already stationed for a nice, round total of 8 45's. The 180 pounds of metal on either end of the 45 pound bar illustrated their gravity by bending the steel bar in a slight bow. Oli grabbed a quick drink from the water fountain before heading back to the bench. The cool water splashing over his tongue after a heavy set always felt good, pleasant. It was his outlet, lifting. A place where he could take all that seething frustration, anger, rage, fear and channel it into a cathartic explosion of tremendous power. Oli lay his massively built frame back down on the bench, draping his long ropey tail over one side, palms pressing to the thick silvery bar a shoulder width apart, thickly corded forearms flaring under a white-knuckled grip. He took a few deep, oxygenating breaths, focusing on the bar and the task at hand: this would be the last and heaviest set for the day. With a deep gutteral grunt, Oli hoisted the 405 lbs into the air. The weights rattled noisily against the bar and each other as the bull lowered the steel to his chest with deft form despite the immensity of the load, thick veins throbbing all along his arms to feed the bull's huge, laboring muscles. Oli grimaced with intense concentration as he pressed the considerable weight back towards the cieling, his broad, gray furred chest bulging powerfully into a pair of rippling mountains of rock solid muscle that stretched his tanktop up taut over his dark, dusk colored nipples with each rep, battling the metal's gravity for superiority and winning for the moment. By the 10th press, Oli's face and form was flushed a dull crimson beneath his thick sterling fur, putting his entire body into the final grueling rep, his back arched up in the air so only his shoulder blades dug into the bench, his butt humping up sharply as his monstrously thick legs drove down on those big black hooves, teeth clenched, blood and adrenaline raging, then with one final burst of awesome brute bull force accompanied with a hoarse bay, the bar heaved into the air and slammed back down on the rack, the inch-thick steel wobbling for a few seconds. The Gym The shrill screetching and stomping of teenage shoes and hooves on the resinned wood echoed throughout the gym... Christy hated this class. Her shorts and t-shirt were absolutely stuffed with her generously padded body. Her huge breasts bounced and swayed wildly, jiggling under her tightly stretched yellow shirt as she jogged as fast as she could down the basketball court, panting desperately for breath as the smaller furs dashed past her. "Come on Christy, get down there!" called the gym teacher, she could feel the stares and faintly hear the mocking mutterings involving "fat", "blubber", and comparisons to several large round objects. She blinked the stinging perspire from her eyes and the stinging shame from her heart as she finally trotted down past the free throw line. At least she was trying. Most of the 'popular' vixens sat out of anything involving *gasp* physical activity, "Like, I'm on my period, okay? Mr... or Mrs... whatever." Hormones would have to be out of serious wack to be menstruating every 3 days but the teacher didn't care to argue. The clique opted to laze on the bleachers, paint their nails, and giggle over who liked who and the effectiveness of various skin care products. If there was one thing Christy could do somewhat well on the court it was play center. She wasn't the tallest fur but definitely the biggest girl, bigger than most all the guys too infact, in this class at least. The female bovine stood around under the basket trying to keep her eye on the ball. Zach the show-off cheetah was hogging it again as he wandered back and forth, looking for a gap to make his move, the other players yelling at him to "pass it to me!". A couple canine boys on the opposing team shouldered and elbowed with Christy for space, stealing in gropes at her udders now and again under the guise of defensive accident, but they were unable to out-mass the massive cow. Finally Zach found an openning and made a lightning-quick dash for the basket, zipping around and under the opposition and going in for the lay up. "Shit!" he hissed as the ball bounced away from the rim. Christy, Zach and the other two furs lept simultaneously, reaching up for the rebound. The two wuff boys infront of her each got walloped bustily in the stomach by one of Christy's heavy whoppers, nearly knocking the wind out of both of them as two squishy slaps resounded and milk actually squirted out her teats creating big glistening wetspots on all 3 fur's fronts - but one of the canines managed to snatch the ball anyway. As she landed back down she squatted under the earthwards momentum but in doing so her butt thrust backward and bumped the smaller cheetah in the hip, knocking him on his ass. Christy turned around and saw what she'd done, gasping with her hand over her mouth and blinking back at all the stares spotlighting her like the proverbial deer in the headlights. "Jeez Christy, watch where you're putting that big fat cow butt of yours," "Yeah, you're taking up the whole court!," the insults spread like wildfire through the gym, Christy suddenly felt sick deep down in her stomach, a lump growing in her throat. She just wanted to die right there. "I'm just a fat, ugly cow." was all she could think to herself. She somehow managed to pull herself to her hooves. Her eyes started to sting again as they watered up, her lower lip trembling. She ran, as fast as she could, for the door. The Cafeteria Continued ........Oli finished off his diet soda and dropped it back down on the table with a little clang. Christy tapped the bottom end of her fork against her cheek, gazing up at the ceiling in contemplation, "Hm, what's good and new..." she counted off several titles which seemed not to ring Oli's bell. The meeting was then suddenly, unceremoniously interrupted. "look at that fat cow, she takes up 2 seats! I'm surprised she doesn't break them!" a mocking feline voice called from behind Christy. It was Brad, the all-star quarterback and resident asshole. He laughed, soon joined by a cackling chorus from his buddies including Max and Zach, a general spreading laughter from the furs in the vicinity. Christy winced, closing her eyes, trying to block out the mocking and the pain in her heart, poking another bunch of greens and forcing it through her slightly trembling lips, chewing. Oli's left eye twitched, his soda can crunched softly under the increasing pressure of his grip. He looked to Christy's face, a single tear streamed down her soft bovine cheek... Oli felt something twist deep within him, a seething ocean of rage subdued so for so long stirred and seethed up as he watched her suffering. "And a fat bull to match, I kinda feel sorry for'em, gotta dig through all that fat just to find her hole, they probably break the bed too when he tries to bang her." Brad lashed again followed by another round of laughter. That was it. The cool, level headed Oli snapped, his eyes glowed red, suddenly the raging bovine colossus rose from his seat and strode swiftly over to the cackling tiger. Brad stared surprised and a little angry at the bull in his show of defiance. Oli snarled a quaking bay, wrapped his hand around Brad's neck and violently lifted the 200 pound tiger off the ground with apparent ease. Brad's expression quickly changed to one of fear and desparation as he stared into the mad bull's gleaming eyes, he clawed and pulled at that huge, bulging arm twice the size of his own that held him but his struggles and thrashing were useless against Oli's sheer overwhelming strength and determination now. Brad's fightings quickly weakened, his body growing limp, only trying to focus on gasping for air through the little space Oli allowed him. The cafeteria fell silent, partly in shock that the bull who had never even cursed at anyone in anger had lashed out in such terrifying fury and partly in fear of who else he might turn on. Oli felt like crushing that cowering little fuck's neck, which they both knew he could've done quite easily in his deathgrip, but luckily reason and thoughts of Christy cut through the flaming rage just enough. He burned a glare through Brad's eyeballs into that developing teenage cerebral cortex, whose paradigms were forcefully upheaved, "Don't ever disrespect her again. You understand?" tightening his grasp for emphasis. Brad whimpered softly and nodded weakly as much he could given the steely vice suspending him in mid air by his gurgling throat. Oli growled again then hurled Brad into his studdering, jaw-slack buddies, knocking them over into a pile of black, orange, and gray fur. He quickly took Christy's hand in his. She was still trembling, now in shock and awe, but shakily got up on her hooves and followed Oli out, the crowd parting like the Red Sea, not wanting to be in the path of the massive beast as he stormed out with her. The Date The latent thrum of the parked Honda Civic that his ever non-present father bought him for Christmas droned below the trills of the evening crickets' and birds' serenade. Oli glanced at himself a few dozen times in the rear-view mirror, brushing his woolly, yak-ey shag out of his eyes, fixing his collar and other such nonsense. Finally satisfied with probably what he'd started with, he got out of the car and clopped over to Christy's door, giving it a few raps. He waited there for 3 minutes or so, about to knock again or try a call or something when the door opened. Oli put on his characteristically awkward smile with a "hey," but the smile fled quickly: it was Christy but something was dreadfully wrong. "H-hey, Oli..." she muttered softly. Her eyes were a bit red and glassy, the faint remnants of mascara-run rivulets were visible over her cheeks and her nosepad looked a bit blushed. Her lips were painted a deep ruby red but an odd whiteness seemed to gleam over them. Despite all of it, Christy looked lovely, Oli found himself thinking though he never brought himself to say it. She was dressed in a light brown, form-fitting sweater over a white blouse and brown skirt that hugged sensually to her wide hips and blended nicely with the brown patches in her ivory fur, matching heels and her purse slung over her shoulder ready to go out. Oli quickly did a once over on her, involuntarily pausing on the simply breath-taking sight of the sweater absolutely stuffed with Christy's enormous udders. tensions lines formed an equator about her 60-plus inch bust, the outer layer of cotton stretched so tight by those fat titties that the white was visible beneath. Two creamy pinkish hills of her abundant breast flesh overflowed through the collar into two jiggling hills forming a tight, bulging cleavage and her cow teats erected out into circus tents that looked like they might burst through the tortured cotton. Oli quickly snapped himself out of it and his jaw shut as he felt something jump in his pants, luckily she was still looking down. ...She'd never dressed this way before... he smacked himself inwardly in disgust for looking and thinking of his friend in such a way, concern resumed quickly. ...Christy stared at Oli's big black hooves, but her gaze slowly travelled up his slacks, which were as stuffed and distended with bulky, thewy muscle as her sweater with breast. She crept up over the flared daimonds of his calves, up over his tree trunk-thick thighs... and was abruptly assaulted mid thigh with the almost R-ratedly obscene bulge ballooning out monstrously. It seemed the crotch of his pants was actually taylored down a foot or so, her eyes saucered and she felt her heart skip a beat as she stared dumbly: she could clearly distinguish the outline of his tremendous bullshaft with a girth rivaling his wrist, pushed out against his zipper into a meaty, wide arc by two fat cantaloupes nestled on either side. Just when she was starting to feel light headed and a bit moist down below, the bulge twitched and the head flared massively before her very eyes - she gasped breathlessly, her heart skipped another beat and she felt her sexual muscles clench involuntarily a few times in her now dewy panties. Snapping herself out of it and her jaw shut as she looked back up at him, thankfully he wasn't looking at her face... "Christy... what happened?" the bull lowed after a few moments. The cow girl just flashed him a bright but fleeting smile, "Oh... just had some allergic reactions when I was cleaning my room earlier." He gazed at her face for a long while, he knew something was troubling her, worry written in his furrowed brows but at last he returned the half smile with a nod. He glanced about inside the living room and spotted an open tub of cookies and cream with a big spoon in it on the kitchen counter. Thoughts started hypothesizing rapidly through his head till he shook them away. It was Friday, time to go out and have fun and stuff, or at least try to, goddamnit. They got in Oli's car, heading for the mall, which was, as always, packed. They waded their way through the crowds and the muzak down to the theatre and stood around for a bit before deciding to just see the soonest playing flick, as they all looked equally mediocre. Which it was, some shamelessly spectacle-based Hollywood blockbuster or a poorly written, melodramatic romantic comedy, which they'd fondly nicknamed "boy crap" and "girl crap". They couldn't remember which it was this time by the time they got home. "Heh... I think the lead actor should've stuck to the soap operas, my face was starting to hurt from cringing," Christy giggled. Oli grinned with a bassey chortle but kept his eyes on the road as he drove. "Pretty bad wasn't it? The CG tyranosaurus was painfully fake too.." "Next time we should go earlier and movie hop a bit to get our money back." the two bovines smiled out at the false pink and orange sunset generated by the city lights, ten minutes of peaceful silence drifting by. They were soon back at her house, they got out and walked backed to her door. As they reached it, Christy turned around. Her arms were folded across her chest as though she were cold, she had a look of soul wrenching sadness in her trembling eyes. "Oli... do you think I'm..." she cut off abruptly. Oli reflected the look, it was one he recognized in the elementary school's bathroom mirror after his first day of kindergarten. "What's wrong...?" he didn't have to ask. She told him. She burst into tears, renewing the riverbeds of anguish as she described the incident in gym class through a paroxysm of whimperings and snifflings, though he knew it wasn't really that. Oli felt her, deep in his big, tender, bovine heart, a chord struck and resonated through him as he watched and listened to her pour it all out. All those years of humiliation and torment. That overwhelming feeling of patheticness and despair of being surrounded by everyone laughing at you, alone. They didn't need words. They embraced fully, the cow and the bull, who were just too big for the world that they were cast into, wrapped their arms about each other. Christy buried her soft, wet muzzle pad into his neck, sobbing as Oli pinched a silent tear from his eye to drizzle down his cheek, the two heavy bovines squeezing each other as if to love away all the hurt and sorrow in that very moment. Christy clung tightly to Oli, her hands grasping into the thick ridges of dense muscle of his outlandishly broad back, drifting her nose down to nestle in his warm, deep masculine cleavage between his huge muscle-tits, feeling the soothing boom of his strong heartbeat and gently heaving chest against hers... She felt so safe in the strapping sanctuary of his arms, where no harsh word or mocking could ever hurt her... She almost didn't notice her body slowly heating up to him. Oli was almost averted to her touch at first, instinctually: he'd never really been hugged like that in his life, let alone touched. He lightly stroked Christy's back in his large hands, feeling her huge, soft, comforting bosom mashing deeply into his abdomen and chest, nuzzling his face down against her fluffy mane, breathing her ambrosial perfumes that decorated her strong feminine scent... He almost didn't notice her tilting her head back to plant a gentle kiss on his jawline... She almost didn't either. They both drew their heads back, staring into each other's big, wide, bovine eyes. It was that terrifying moment where it seems everything hangs in the balance, where a relationship can be disintegrated or recreated into something new. An almost identical inner dialogue fired off through Oli and Christy: "She's my best friend! What am I doing!? ... But I want to do this with him so bad, how can it be wrong? ... What if she doesn't want to? I'll ruin it...." ".....What if he doesn't like me?" And it began. She looked ashamed of herself, as she fought the downard pull of a frown, that natural emotional downward spiral of loathing as she caught a glance of that cow staring back at her again, in that same mirror, juxtaposed to the arena of "thin and pretty" vixen beauty postered up around her room that all seemed to be laughing at what she thought was her hopelessly flawed cow self. ... "I'm just a fat and ugly cow. I'm just a fat and ugly cow and he doesn't like me and no boy ever will." "Christy... We'll still be best friends right?" Oli stuttered out after what must have been an eternity. It seemed like such a dumb question to ask but it was all he could think of to say. But he smiled, that silly, awkward, wind-tossed shaggy haired smile - with a look of warmth and desire. Her angst was instantly evaporated. He did want her. "Of course we will," Christy's rosy cheeks and plush red lips pulled back into as radiant a smile as they could manage; a sensual rainbow of hope, as she lost the fight to hold back a tear of happiness, liquid sunshine. He was still maintaining a thread of reluctance as her lips met his, but at last those mental and psychological walls tumbled away, loosened by that lovely cow in ways he would never fully understand, not that he needed to, and his feelings for her suddenly erupted up through his subconsciousness like an exploding damn, deluging his mind and his heart. His head slackened and tilted off to one side, shivering into the luscious impact... one large hand drawing up her back, tickling the nape of her neck before sliding his fingers through the lush tresses, caressing her scalp as he pulled her deeper into their first emollient, soul-stirring kiss... feeling that shiver of delight wisp through her body like a cool summer breeze, and tasting it in her mouth. He mmmmmmd.... a subsonic delight-vibration thrummed through that sweet connection into her as he gently slid his thick, hot cow tongue into the trembling, thirsty embrace of her mouth, a slow, pleasure-laced flood of adrenaline and endorphins, fuelled by her sensual feminine touch, the sweet taste of her essence, the stimulating aroma of her woman scent mixed with those sweet herbal fragrances, spurring on the oncoming storm of the bulls arousal... She was taken quite by surprise at her friend and secret desire's sudden flux of passion, and a much more than pleasant surprise it was. She lolled her own cow tongue up against his, "mmf"ing as she felt him fill her mouth with the decadently thick appendage, feeling her knees shudder, her body melt, peacock lashes flutter and float down, closing her eyes and pressing back fully to him, suckling deeply, feeling the warm, moist gust of his breath brushing past her cheeks... It was all new to the both of them, but their heated bodies slowly took the bull and cow by their horns, among other organs, as they finally broke the virtually eternal kiss, and stumbled their way into her empty home. Christy shut the door with a trembling hand. She'd dreamed of this night so many other countless, Oliless nights, but now he was here, and he was big, and warm, and real, and he loved her, she thought, though he had been too shy to say it with his voice she could feel it in everything tangible and intangible she'd experienced; it would have been corny as that Ben Afflick they just got out of, anyway. It was surreal, as such things always are. She slowly removed her embrace-wrinkled top... though she was still very conscious of her weight and was deathly scared of what his reaction would be to her in her full, vulnerable nakedness. The sweater pulled up and off, Christy struggled a bit as the snug elastic waist lifted her breasts but finally released them, her huge udders bounced and jostled within the confines of her stretched blouse, her erected nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric, and slightly darkened rings circumvented the circus tents, the teat shafts themselves like small cocks, stiff and actually throbbing with need to be milked. Oli's jaw had begun a slow descent and his eyelids a slow ascent... He was frozen... figuratively, literally he was beginning to boil. Button by button she undid her blouse, revealing her soft, sensually padded tummy... as she reached the last one, the straining curtains of her blouse expoded away from her front like a snapping rubberband and her marvellous tits surged up and out into view, each at least as big as a watermelon and nearly the same shape, probably 30 pounds of mammary flesh wobbled and quaked lusciously for at least 5 seconds, obscuring the near entirety of Christy's torso. Oli could almost hear the gallons of milk sloshing around within. He stared openly, utterly entranced... and he felt a deep, long forgotten need welling deep within him. For a moment she faltered again, looking ashamed, he wouldn't like her now that he saw just how fat she was naked. She stared down into her cleavage but was suddenly startled out of it as she felt two large, capable hands palm the undersides of her breasts and begin sliding upward, hefting and caressing the smooth pink expanses of breast. She gasped and moooooooaned as she felt the thick tongue that she had been sucking on previously bast firmly over her teat sending electric jolts of pleasure swarming through her tits and through the rest of her, her giant udder instantly overflowing... Oli plunged head first into his cow love's mammary heaven, feeling the warm flesh of her abundant, supple orb conform to the contours of his face as he desperately wrapped his mouth about that enticing nipple, stroking her thick teat shaft encouragingly with his tongue as he began to nurse like a starving infant, mewling ecstatically as he felt the warm spray of her nourishing cow milk saturate his tastebuds... rich, warm, slightly sweet. Christy's flow was almost too fast for him to swallow, nearly choking a couple times... he pressed his massive body close to hers, massaging her motherly cow sized breasts, each squeeze of the melon he nursed on caused a surge in the flow into his mouth. he relished the feeling of the dairy streaming down into his belly, warming him, dousing the need he felt, but not only in his stomach: filling that deep wound in his psyche, tasting the mother's milk that he'd never had, the mother's love that he'd never felt. Christy's hot pants and whimpers flowed endlessly like her milk, smothered with delight as she fed her hungry bull love her sweet gift. This was what she'd wanted, yes. Her body trembled, her legs tensed and her pussy was absolutely soaking with her hot love juices, dripping in musky rivulets down her thighs as she cradled Oli's head to her bosom like a childs, as she'd done for those many infants at the hospital. She brushed the the long shaggy bangs away from his milk-blissed expression as he drank from her udder, larger than his own head. Watching, with lewd delight, how her breast elongated into an oblong teardrop shape as he rythmically pulled outwards with his mouth, splashing a fountain of her treat down his throat each time, milking her like the Holstein she was. She needed it though, and she needed it now. She knew it would hurt but that didn't matter. She quickly peeled her skirt and panties off and deft hands zipped down his stuffed slacks. Something terrifyingly huge, hot and hard smacked her heavily in the stomach so hard it almost knocked the wind out of her as she felt the spongy head of it pulsate against her navel, a warm sticky stream began oozing down her tummy. She gasped in fear and an almost ubearable need to have it inside of her, she reached down and grasped it, with both hands, and it certainly did take both hands. She could clearly feel his heartbeat pounding through the thick arteries networking that monstrous bullhood of his as she started sensually stroking his cock, stopping at the tip now and again to knead the fat mushroom crown and slick her fingers up, and she shuddered as she felt her hands forced wider apart still as it just kept on growing till she felt the huge apple sized tip start shoving up valiantly between her udders, smearing copious pre inside of her cleavage. She had the fleeting thought that Oli could easily suck himself off and she wondered if he did, it only made her hotter. Oli grunted lewdly into her breast as he felt her soft hands running up and down his throbbing cockmeat pillar, the warm pleasure spreading slowly from his loins out... damn it felt good. The milk was streaming in white trails down her breast and stomach and dripping off his chin by then. He finally pulled his head off her nipple reluctantly, the milk splashed messily down his chest as her stream slowly subsided. He whipped off his milk soaked shirt exposing all 300 pounds of hard, heated, virilicious beef, with a good 10 pounds of it bobbing magnificently in a backward curving arc of masculine splendor, nearly 2 feet of cum slickened, arm thick, veiny, reddish-purple cock, and a smooth melon sized set of cum churning calf-factories swelling out massively from between his thick legs. Christy nearly fainted at the sight... but she somehow managed to get herself onto the bed, spreading her legs apart, offering herself to him... He gazed at her, she really was beautiful, he thought to himself, as he drew his eyes over her contours splayed out upon the bed, a fertility goddess, he thought. He grasped her calves and spread her apart as far as she could manage, she would need to in order to take it. Her pussy was swollen and puffy, voluptuous, like a ripe peach, waiting to be devoured between the creamy gates of her inner thighs. It twitched and winked needfully and Christy whimpered out an echo of it, "Please, Oli... fuck me.." as she squeezed in wanting waiting at her breasts. He lowered his titanic bullcock slowly in his fist, pressing the cockhead into her hungry cuntlips. Gazing heatedly to her to confirm her desire he slowly heaved his hips forward. Her glistening petals distorted into a straining pink ring around the obscenely thick girth, her legs actually spreading slightly wider by the invading beast. Christy cried out sweetly as she felt herself being slowly split in half by a throbbing leviathan. it hurt, but the pleasure and the feeling of being stretched open and filled so completely overruled any pain as she felt like she was giving birth in reverse, she didn't even notice when he burst her cherry. She could feel the warm ooze of his pre spreading around the hot mass of his bullhood, rubbing her tummy she could feel the cylindrical bulge of his shaft as it finally hit rock bottom, rocking her on the bed making her huge tits wobble about as she felt the meaty slap of those heavy, fertile balls against her butt. A deep, blissful groan elicited out through her pouty lips, which Oli burried his muzzle to, swallowing her sound of fullfillment, locking her into a passionate soul kiss once again, filling her mouth fully as he did her love canal... savoring the delicious rippling of her creamy cuntmuscles as they spasmed and slurped on his shaft like a starved cumslut. She came right then and there. It was just what she'd imagined and more: against her, inside her, and kissing her. She gripped tightly to his back, digging her nails into his thick fur and her calves slung about his waist, locking her hooves as her spasms slowly died down, her released nectar squirting out in hot ivory rivulets down the insides of her thick, silky russet furred thighs and over his massive balls as they nuzzled cozily to her ass and his pelvis ground over her clit. It felt so perfect, so right, they both thought at the same time, through the surging waves of ecstatic endorphins swirling in their heads and pumping through their veins. He drew back slowly, a long, and excruciatingly pleasureful trip, then the bull began mating his cow with a slow, thorough, pace, the thick veins and ridges dragging over her inner walls, the largest one on top grinding deeply over the swollen bulb of her most erotic spot, causing an urgent gush of girl-ejaculate to squirt against his stomach and her body to convulse sharply against him, and another heated squeal into his mouth. She squeezed her legs tight against his back, humping her wide, breeding hips up to his rythm, feeling her swollen, sopping cunt set on a slow burning fire of ecstasy, listening to the raunchy slurping and squishing emanating up from their reproductive union... Gradually, he began picking up pace and fervor, his thick quads flared, abs bulged and the big powerful muscle-globes of his ass rippled and puckered handsomely each time he bulldozing her creamy cunny so deliciously with that tectonic phallic steak, his cocklips kissing her cervical pucker, a deep, primal grunt bellowing from deep in his gut every thrust... The oncoming storm that was Oli began to rage forth, as it had done in the cafeteria, but this time, not one made of anger, but of lust. His eyes glazed over crimson as his grunts grew more and more carnal. He bucked and bucked, with more and more brute bull fucking force each time, his cumsoaked thighs smacking harder and faster into her rump and really starting to rock her on the bed, pulling off the kiss finally to slurp her teat back into his mouth... In a fit of raging rapture he wrapped his arms about her cock filled torso and hoisted her forcefully up into the air, his arms and back erupting with rippling mountains of muscle, snarling as he began giving her a proper slamfucking, smacking her down on his thighs while fucking up with raw power. "uuuuUUHHuuuuUHHHuuuUUUHHH!!!!" Christy's moans jumped sharply in pitch with each heavy pistoning thrust that caused her udders to bounce lewdly, flinging her milk about her room again, her head lolled back and mind swimming in ecstasy as she savored the experience of having her fertile body getting bred so hard by her big virile bull... her ecstasy cries grew more and more desperate, her toes curling as her thighs flexed stiff and flailed through the air to his rapidly speeding fuckpace, her hands wrapping tightly around his back and nails clawed desperately into his hide... for all the concern she'd had about her weight, Oli handled her as though she were a featherweight, and her head lolled back as he fucked her for all she was worth, as she'd asked... At last, Oli hilted completely, impaling her down onto his spasming bullcock as hard as deep as he could, bursting finally through her inner gate with his battering ram into her womb, just as he felt the first thunderclaps of the greatest orgasm of his life wrack him from deep within his belly. The massive head pulsed and grew larger still within her womb, his cock solidfying into granite as he prepared to fire.... the final thrust caused a splattering of the pre and nectar mix out in a raunchy ring of sexfluid.... feeling her thoroughly plunged, creaming insides ripple and milk on his shaft sent his mind blurring and senses dilating with ecstasy... but it was the passing thought of Christy as a mother, her belly swollen with a massive pregnancy and then her feeding her calves lovingly with her milk that finally blew him over the edge, his achingly swollen bullorbs, overflowing with a magma-hot sea of cream convulsed, thumping like two muscular hearts...his body going rigid as his mind swarmed orgasmic ecstasy, hot shockwaves rippling out from his crotch as his meaty cum vulcan finally erupted, a creamy, fertile nuke detonated in Christy's belly, blossoming into a sunburst of fullfilling liquid ecstasy, her tummy swelling visibly and his balls visibly compressing each time they pumped a massive blast of cum into his cow in the throes, consumating their passion fully, at last. Christy felt his shaft growing larger still, till she thought she would surely burst, then she sirened out in orgasmic symphony, her eyes snapping open as she felt that tremendous column of sperm splash gloriously against the back wall of her womb, feeling it instantly fill her as she had her final, soul shattering climax, her body seized by convulsions, her huge breasts involuntarily fountaining thick ivory cascades of her milk all over the both of them, her insides vicing like an anaconda upon his surging shaft as her honey gushed... His abundant gift, which she gratefully accepted, quickly filled her fertile child chamber and overloaded her reproductive system, gushing back out and spraying down both their thighs a sexual white, filling the air with the heady aroma of sex and milk...... Christy cradled Oli's head against her bosom as she mooed him a soothing lullaby, his arms wrapped protectively about her back, her eternal guardian. The cow and the bull, that were indeed too big for the world they were cast into, drifted off into a peaceful sleep in eachother's arms. Even if they were alone, at least they could be alone together.