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Hearth in Herds – Part V

What was that old saying on Terra Prime? “When in Rome?”

Jamie had gotten quite comfortable with his position as head of the farmstead, and it hadn’t even been a full week! Of course, this went well beyond taking a leader’s role in terms of both responsibilities and, oh how to put it, “relationship management.” The girls, lovely Bovid lasses they were, had gotten keen on operating in the buff, swaggering about with their fat tits and plumper asses bouncing in full display. Granted, they were Hybrids, so for them, it was a little more natural, right? Or, perhaps, they were quite eager to show off given Jamie was “learning” more about each one of them.

He decided this wasn’t such a bad strategy. Still, it paid to have energy for the day. Thoughts of work blurred and his focus drifted closer to the girls. And heck, it looked like he could mix “pleasure” and business. He’d have to figure out how to make “banging the cow girls” as part of a tax write-off. In the meantime, Jamie worked a small appetite and wanted to freshen up before he proceeded with the rest of the day, whatever it entailed. As such, concluded his previous “business,” he headed back to the main estate home and towards his room. The girls were absent for the time being, but he’d see them soon enough.

In fact, sooner than he realized.

Jamie wandered upstairs and to his bedroom, where he paused. Mainly, because he heard a series of sounds. Moaning, in fact. Moaning? He thought, initially they were ones of pain, but as he neared his door, that was clearly not the case. One of the girls again, and it sounded like she was in a “state.” Far be it from Jamie to question what one of the gals did in their free time, but he had to wonder why his bedroom specifically.

Chuckling and with curious enthusiasm, he pushed open his door, just enough to peek in. There was a girl alright, Lilly specifically. He only knew it because she was a bit smaller than her mother, Bess, but were it not for that height difference the two were one-to-one. But, like her mother, it appeared Lilly held similar. . . interests. She was, to put it bluntly, pleasuring herself. Indeed, her exploring digits were nestled deep into her snatch, plunging back and forth in slow but concentrated motions while her other palm caressed one of her hefty tits, pinching a bit at the nipple to lift her fat mound here and there.

Part of him was tempted to rush over, spread her, and push himself into her soft, wet lips. But, she was having plenty of fun on her own, and he was admittedly eager to watch. Her eyes were closed and ears wiggled while she cooed out, hot breaths leaving her with every stroke of fingers.

“Ooooh. . . Jamie. . .” she moaned out.

He flushed. Did she see him? No, no, her squirming on the bed indicated she wasn’t aware of Jamie’s presence. Still, that caught him off guard and his loins twitched. She was thinking about him, even now? Hard to deny that was certainly attractive, to put it in the mildest of terms. Her cheeks rushed red and she did it again, calling his name, and again, Jamie’s primitive instincts screamed at him to do something.

Her cries continued, deepening in their fantastical desires. Her name, again, emerged from her lips, but with increased gusto and heat. “J-Jamie. . .” she sputtered on.

“Oh, god, please, breed me. . . fuck! Breed me like a cow bitch!” she wailed, her moans rapidly increasing.

Jamie coughed, then smirked.

“Is that a request?” he said, finally pushing into the door.

At once, Lilly squeaked and yelped, retrieving her fingers and jumping up, hiding her modesty with the blanket. Her face was hot red and eyes wide, expecting that one of her sisters had appeared to give her the business for her fantasies. She gasped, blinked, then realized who was actually in the room: a very naked Jamie, subject of all her fantasies.

“WUH!? J-Jamie!?”

She glanced around. “Er, I. . . uh. . . s-sorry. . .”

Jamie could’ve leaned into his role and done a fake reprimand, but there was hardly a reason. “You know,” he added, “if you wanted the genuine article, you just gotta’ ask.”

The irony wasn’t lost on him. A day ago he was perhaps just as reserved, if not even nervous, regarding his relationship with the bovid girls. Like Trix had said, all he had to do was make the first move. In any case, it didn’t seem to convince the girl.

“Oh, no, n-no, that’s all right, I don’t think, um. . .”

He chuckled. “What? That it isn’t appropriate? Don’t think you need to worry about that anymore, hah.”

Lilly flushed again, looking at the bedspread before attempting to stand. “Um, sorry, I’ll go. . .”

Jamie raised a hand. “Oh? Hang on now, it’s all right. You’re not in trouble. Looks like I was the one interrupting, anyway.”

Lilly said nothing at first, only blinked. “N-not really.”

“Are you sure?”

Again, she went quiet.

Well, this was part of the job, Jamie figured. Mediator and leader. If one of the girls wasn’t feeling good about something, it was his responsibility to help, in part or whole. Now it didn’t take a genius to figure that Lilly was probably harboring some feelings here. Just a hunch. Whether those feelings were a deep want for intimacy or a simple physical one, Jamie wanted to help. Had nothing to do with Lilly looking so beautiful, nope, not at all.

“Look, Lilly, if you want to tell me something, you can. No judgment on this farm. We’re all pretty ‘available’ here, if you haven’t noticed.”

Lilly looked at the farm owner in a totally different way. Was he being serious? Since his arrival, Lilly considered him “too mature.” Unattainable, even. Oh, sure, the other gals were happy to make their mark and have a row or two with him, a bell of pride. But Lilly? The silly girl that no one took seriously? And yet, now, here he was, open and honest. And naked.

“Well. . .” she started.

Jamie said nothing, but gave a ‘go on’ expression.

“I know you’ve been with the others,” she said, rubbing her arm. “And I guess I’ve been getting tired of waiting.”

She offered him an expression of longing, beyond just the physical companionship.

“I wanna’ do it the same way,” Lilly said, finally moving off the bed. “I know mother was the first to ask. . . but I want the same treatment, so. . .”

Here she went to Jamie and slipped to her knees, staring at his bare member. She flushed, since she’d never actually been in close proximity to a real male. In fact, she didn’t even have toys or such to practice with. Practice what? That ever so elegant art of sucking cock, of course. Vids were easy to find, sure, even Hybrid specific ones with human partners, but it was all very pornographic. Meaning its standards to life probably wasn’t one-to-one. A shocker, to be sure.

She bit her lower lip, staring at the inches. Jamie cleared his throat. “You should uh. . . probably be careful?”

As if he was experienced in this particular art. Still, plunging a hard, twitching cock into one’s throat for the first time probably wasn’t easy.

Lilly huffed. “I can do it!”

She tried to think back to her mother’s “meeting” with Jamie. She didn’t catch all of it but remembered some of the details. She also reflected on the netvids, which didn’t help as much as Lilly hoped. There were a lot of ways to work a shaft, as it turned out.

“You don’t have to if it’s gonna hurt you, ya’ know,” said Jamie. “It’s not. . .”

He was quickly silenced as Lilly wrapped her lips around his tip, her hand stroking him to fullness. At once his flank twitched to life, throbbing in her oral grasp as she cooed while the hot flesh seated itself in her warm mouth.

“Hrrmf.”

Lilly blinked with the first inches in her maw. Oddly, it was how she expected it to feel, save hotter than she imagined. Easy to forget the body was almost 100 degrees at all times. At any rate, she let the shaft rest on her tongue for a moment before realizing she needed to do something. How did those tips go again? Ah, yes, mind the teeth for one.

She cleared her throat and curled her soft lips around said teeth so they didn’t scratch the length. Some fellas were into it, probably, but she was guessing Jamie wasn’t. She wouldn’t risk it for now, anyway. Instead, she released the length from her mouth, huffing and blushing, staring the crown over. Then, she rolled her tongue under and over it in slow, sweeping motions. Like a dessert treat.

Huh. Yeah. That worked, didn’t it? Think of it like a popsicle, she thought to herself. Perhaps not as sweet but, that made it easier. As for Jamie, he was content to watch. Provided Lilly didn’t do something to hurt herself, this seemed fine.

Lilly instead slurped the length all over, albeit a bit messily. She roved her tongue from under to tip until the flank glistened like a marinated piece of meat. This incurred a few pleased groans from Jamie, causing the cowgirl to brighten. Oh, so it was working? She smirked, getting a feel for it, literally. Maybe she could try like, dirty talk or something?

“You like that mister Jamie?” she said, stumbling through it. “Does it feel good, sir?”

He blinked, a little amused, but definitely aroused. “Keep going.”

“Ooo, yes sir,” giggled Lilly. She wasn’t quite sure how she felt about this angle, but, it was working out thus far. She was smaller than her mother, anyway, didn’t quite have that take-charge attitude just yet.

So, Lilly continued her work, once again licking at the inches before supplying a warm kiss at the tip. Said lips did it several times, sticking to the crown which also caused Jamie to shudder. So that worked, notes for later. Now, however, Lilly was ready for a challenge – or so she thought.

Okay, she thought, here I go!

If girls on the vids could do it, so could she? Couldn’t be that hard right? By this, Lilly pushed her head upon the cock and slowly pushed it further and further into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as the slippery flesh buried itself in her throat. Wait, her throat?

“Hlllk!”

At once, Lilly gagged and coughed, slipping off the immense inches. She hacked as a trail of saliva bridged her lips to the crown while she gasped for air, her cheeks reddening. “Gggh. . .”

“Whoa, Lilly, you all right?” Jamie said. “That was a little um. Ambitious.”

Lilly, in her enthusiasm, might have forgotten about the gag reflex. Damn, how did girls do it so easy in the vids? “Of course I am!” she sputtered, trying to sound confident.

“I can try again!”

“Uh.”

Jamie wanted to protest, but didn’t have the opportunity. Lilly was on his cock again, this time with increased fervor. A determined expression fell on her features as she engulfed the rod back into her, deep in her throat. She winced, eyes watering, but powered through until most of Jamie’s flank was lanced in her oral tunnel, twitching and throbbing.

“Bmmmrfk. . .”

Jamie gasped. Her warm mouth took him completely, at which point she assaulted his loins with a furious barrage of sloppy sucks with increased fervor. She learned quickly, it appeared. Not like he was complaining. He watched her determination as she was adamant to service the inches, despite the coughs and gags erupting from her with each motion. Greater pools of sloppy saliva trailed from her lips and mouth, dribbling and pooling on the floor. Though she winced, she also glanced up to observe Jamie’s reactions, where his expression stretched into a blissful state. He purred like a bull, testes roiling over as the bovid lass did her namesake proud. Hard to believe she was “inexperienced.”

She gurgled, popping away from the length and gasping for air. She blinked, rubbing the length, quite fascinated.

“Um. This is good?”

Jamie gave a weak laugh. “I certainly didn’t say stop, hah.”

Lilly smirked. “Oh. Really?”

A strange new feeling fell over her. Pride, oddly, was one. And, in earnest, there was a degree of power to it. Lilly knew her sisters well enough that even if it wasn’t spoken aloud, they all had a bit of a competitive streak. Now that Jamie was comfortably sitting himself as the farm boss, he presented a litmus test, in a sense. Oh, gossip could travel fast about who did what and how well, and for the girls, it put you in a hierarchy. Even more so, now that the vixen was making herself a regular part of the stable! Lilly didn’t want to be the “innocent girl” forever that everyone regarded as “too young to listen to.” Therefore, showing she could work Jamie’s cock over with a modicum of skill would carry her far. That’s how it worked in certain Hybrid circles, you performed, or you were irrelevant, even if Jamie wasn’t the type to care about that sort of thing.

Once again, she kissed the tip, slurping at the presex before engulfing it once more. Here she clasped to Jamie’s waist and bounced her head upon the twitching length, absorbed in its heat. A little “button” went off, a sensation of completion and fulfillment, triggering an orgasmic response throughout her body. Not a literal one, not yet, but it touched the instinctual desire to be bound and bred by a captivating bull, or in this case, a metaphorical one.

“Nngod,” Jamie groaned, feeling his frame twitch and shudder. Lilly’s enthusiasm and cute uncertainty was too much, and it coerced him to finally hit his peak. He grabbed her hair and clenched if only for his own support as his mast shuddered to life, spilling issue and essence into her throat. Lilly gave a muffled yelp but swiftly adapted, gulping down the seed.

She wiped her lips, pleased with her work, feeling a great deal more confident. “See?” she said, coughing a bit, realizing the “substances” was a lot stickier than she expected.

“I c-can do it.”

Once again, Jamie chuckled, catching his breath. “Looks like it.”

He patted her on the head in approving fashion before glancing to the bed. “Seems like you were after something a little more though, right?”

Lilly collected herself, her loins sodden and damp from arousal that even surprised her. The whole event had left her quite excited, especially at the prospect of going further. She also looked at the bed, her cheeks flushing before granting a little nod.

“Well. . .” continued Jamie. “You’ve got the reigns, right? I’ll follow your lead.”

Lilly cleared her throat and lips before blinking. “M-me?” Though she was indeed courageous when it came to the whole “slobbering on cock” thing, but the bed, as in, actually riding Jamie? A different matter altogether.

“A-are you sure?” she said, her newfound confidence fading. Jamie sensed this and figured since all of this was a first time for her, she should have the most control.

“Of course,” he said, “you know what you’re doing!” Actually, he wasn’t completely sure on that, but didn’t matter. If she was comfortable then it would be a pleasant experience for both of them.

“Well, all right,” she said before standing slowly. “I think. . . yeah. Yeah, I can do this, easy!”

Her bubbly enthuse returned when she straightened, turning to face the bed, throwing her wide rear into view. Didn’t matter that she was a good deal younger than her mother, Lilly’s figure was substantial. So much so Jamie was tempted to toss caution to the wind and bend her over right there, but, he kept his composure (or as best as a naked man could) and let Lilly do things her way.

She studied the bed a moment, thinking what she wanted. Her cheeks reddened, visible through fur coat as she considered the crux of her fantasy: riding Jamie. She wanted to blurt out the entirety of her desire, yet, still found it challenging. Somehow, performing fellatio was a bit easier than honesty. At least for now. Instead, she looked at Jamie and gestured towards the sheets.

“Could you um, lie back on the bed?”

Jamie smiled. “I like where this is going.”

“You’ll like it better in a minute.”

Jamie obeyed and went into the sheets, lying on his back in comfortable fashion as the silky bed caressed his skin. His mast had softened, glistening with sex but stirred at the sight of Lilly as she approached too, crawling atop the bed and over Jamie. She smiled, roaming a hand across his chest, her soft fur filling Jamie with an electric warmth, both relaxing and exciting. It was clear what the girl intended, but Jamie let the bovid girl set the pace she desired.

“Guess I’m not creative, hehe,” she chuckled.

Jamie wasn’t sure what she meant at first, or at least not until she shifted position where her rump came to rest just before the axis of his length. Her soft but supple weight provided a delightful cushion and he clenched her waist with palms, squeezing and kneading her fat buttocks until his hands squeezed at her ample front. Lilly cooed and purred, given she was sensitive there, wiggling her waist.

Now it was clear though: she wanted to ride him like a cowgirl, much like her mother had done (and probably the others, it was a rite of passage at this point). She’d seen it done so many times and it was perfectly intimate, ignoring the obvious connotations of Lilly literally being a cowgirl.

As the shaft slipped between Lilly’s cheeks, there was a moment of excited hesitation. This was the first time she’d have an actual male inside of her, ignoring that it was Jamie. Toys and synth material were good, but there was a warm quality they lacked, and, something about having them attached to an actual person watered down the experience. Didn’t matter, either, that she’d just gulped Jamie down in a literal sense, she’d be riding him for real, just like all her dreams and fantasies. Well, just like the vids, bounce a little, and. . .

Her lip trembled but she grinned before raising her hips and plopping down on the hard length, which had stiffened to fullness again thanks to her attentions. She rose, then sank upon it, her sodden lips gripping the inches with a slippery tightness. Not too much, not too little, a healthy and snug fit. She yelped under her breath, caught off guard by the surprising level of heat. It was easy to forget how hot the body was and Jamie was no different.

“Ooo. . .” she cooed, her back arching as every inch slipped into her. Jamie groaned too, his sword firmly planted in her young, nubile sex.

Jamie was quick to find a comfortable grip, one hand slipping to her hips and squeezing while the other roamed to her sensitive chest, massaging the weighty orbs in palm. Despite her youth, the weight of her tits was impressive, to say the least, and Jamie had to admit there was a bit of struggle when he tossed her plump front about. This, however, incurred a series of approving moans from the bovid lass as she wiggled on the stern cock, beginning a series of slow, rhythmic bounces.

“Nnnf, J-Jamie!”

Again, the farm boss was content to let Lilly set her own pace. This was her first real experience with intimacy of this caliber. If it went well, she’d have a positive association of it for the rest of her life which is all Jamie could ask for.

It didn’t take long for instinct to kick in and Lilly to get the general “feel” for what she was doing. At first she bounced her hips, leaning over Jamie’s chest as her own fat breasts wobbled into his face, muffling him. Her face went hot red as slippery dew drifted from her nethers into the sheets, intermixed with the audible clap of their fleshy impacts. Then, she proceeded to straighten herself, riding the bull so to speak, hastily increasing her motions as she bounced upon Jamie’s cock with increased gusto.

“Mmf, good girl!” intoned Jamie, the masculine urge to claim slowly over taking him. “You like riding your bull?”

He was certainly not that, but he liked the metaphor, and figured it helped press those instinctual “buttons” the Hybrids were all genetically imbued with. Lilly gasped but nodded in between her hops, her own hand playing with ample tits.

“Yes,” she rasped, “I love it!”

This was proceeded by a faster series of bounces where Lilly’s frame felt overwhelmed by waves of pleasant, electric tingles. Each motion increased them, and the sound of her own moans mixed with Jamie’s sent her to ecstasy. This was really happening – no dream, no vision, she really was with him!

The feeling surged, quite literally, into a peaking orgasm. It was Lilly’s first real time, so her stamina for such an encounter wasn’t as generous as she wanted it to be. But at the same time she could barely help it! Jamie was the ideal size and hit her inner tunnel just right, stretching and contracting to incur waves of heightening physical bliss. She trembled and burst, nectar escaping her while she moaned through her first peak.

Jamie felt he could last longer if he tried, but his cock was just as overwhelmed. He gripped onto her hips, body shivering in violent twitches as his tip burst with another wave of seed. His stamina maintained thanks to the girls’ milk, helping him to “produce” quite the sticky rivers, drowning Lilly’s young cunt until trails of white leaked from their coupling.

“Amazing,” he rasped, wiping sweat from his brow as the young bovid lass regained her breath, keeping palms pressed on his chest for support.

Lilly felt warm and complete, a pleasant buzz overtaking her body. She’d read about this being the “afterglow,” a fuzzy, blissful sense of satisfaction. Kind of dizzying, raw even, but she liked it. Her nethers, for the time being, also felt extra sensitive. Though she noticed. . . Jamie wasn’t getting soft again. Lilly blushed. She was that attractive to keep him so hard?

As for Jamie, though, he had other plans. The beautiful lass had taken her first ride, comfortably so. She was learning a lot. But. . . she had to learn he was now the boss and she was his girl, much like the others.

“Ready for another round?” he said with a suggestive smile. Lilly, blinking, glanced down at him, surprised.

“W-what? Really?”

Her query was both from concern and astonishment. He could keep going? Oh by the Hay, he really was a bull!

Jamie sensed the hesitation, and nodded. “If you’re ready, that is.”

Lilly wiggled, his cock still twitching and pulsing inside her. If her eyes could change shape they’d turn into hearts. She’d be insane to pass up the opportunity, especially with rumors of how many rounds some of the others had tone with her. Especially that darn fox! She’d had him plenty of times as it was!

She nodded, eager, and that was enough for Jamie. This time, he’d take the reigns and show her why he was the farm boss now. In a swift, smooth motion, he gripped her back and gently shifted Lilly so she faced the ceiling. Now Jamie was over her, removing his flank from her soaked walls, his cock a sloppy mess of their sex and actions. Lilly wasn’t sure what to expect, though the position had an air of familiarity.

“Nmm, I’ve thought about breeding you girls, you know,” he muttered, taking a moment to fondle her tits once more before gripping Lilly’s thighs. At that, she went red. Was that even possible!?

“O-oh. . .” she chirped, her mind spinning wild fantasies at the idea.

He grinned. “But not just yet. . .”

No, instead, he’d get his point across another way.

Jamie pushed her thighs and legs til ankles rested at Lilly’s neck, and thank goodness the girl was flexible. Pinned down, he kept her in place while he positioned his cock once again, rubbing the tip against her sodden lips. She shivered at the sensation, the heat of his crown teasing her, filling her with a brand-new hunger.

“D-don’t make me wait!” she pleaded. “Please!”

Really, it was Jamie losing patience with himself. He had to get in this girl right now. Like the others she was irresistibly beautiful, and there was only so much a man could take before he had to be inside a lass. Again.

Wordlessly, Jamie obliged, but this time with a hungrier, swifter pace. Lilly had shown she was comfortable with the process and that was enough for him to let loose. After a few rounds with the vixen and others, he found himself wanting to indulge more and more. The girls liked him and his desirous ways, so who was he to deny them? To deny himself these primal, animalistic urges? With a grunt he was inside her, balls deep, burying himself in her suckling, hot walls. The attentions from before made his entry slick and easy while Lilly was damp, so much that he trembled and twitched inside her.

He smashed his lips into hers, toying with her tongue as he pressed the girl into the bed, his hips beginning a piston grind of rotating thrusts. Every smack emitting a lewd, unforgiving clap of hips and thighs as he humped into the moaning bovid girl, droplets of sex dribbling from each impact. The poor pussy was punished from Jamie’s beastly motions, keeping her locked in place as he firmly asserted who the boss was and what he intended.

He struck so hard between motions Lilly couldn’t even muster his name, her hot breaths escaping her in ragged bursts as she called out for him. “Annf! Jam-! Jamie!”

For Jamie, he couldn’t really hear it. The whole of his body was flooded with heat and blood and his desire to breed this beautiful bitch overwhelmed him. Combined with the stamina provided by the cow’s milk and his own swelling libido, he was down to “let’s fuck” as his only stream of consciousness.

. . .and soon that stream become something else. Jamie shivered as once again his cock surged to life with a jet of hot seed, pouring into the punished cunt as he slammed through his newly reached orgasm. Hot electric tingles coursed through his body while he hopelessly humped Lilly’s “flower,” making sure not a drop of his issue went to waste. Stuck in a mating press she was helpless but to accept his issue, not that she had any intention of resisting, covering her mouth to hide the wails and moans leaving her.

Furiously Jamie slammed through the peak, relentlessly, even with the dizzying afterglow setting in. His ravenous appetite was enough he wanted to claim and punish the youthful pussy, clarifying that he was the boss now and Lilly, like the others, were his. Eventually, he slowed, holding the bovid lass in place as his issue filled her, dribbling out of her hot wet walls and pooling into the sheets in sticky, messy fashion. Lilly was helpless, willing to accept every bit of Jamie, panting furiously until he collapsed on her soft tits, his breaths heaving into her neck.

Lilly stared at the ceiling as Jamie released her, in a wondrous daze. His seed bubbled inside her and she felt every bit of it, an unusual sense of completion and fulfillment overtaking her. Quite literally, in this case. With her body relaxed, she enjoyed the renewed wave of pleasant warmth, like an ocean of electric sparks stretching over her body. Content, but pleased, and she shuddered as she felt Jamie’s root twitch within in her as it slowly softened. Eventually he pulled free, rolling to his back while a thin trail of hot white drooled from her sodden cunt.

For the bovid girl, it had all changed, just like that. For so long on the farm, she’d been considered the juvenile, under her mother’s shadow. A silly girl with sillier fantasies. While it never directly interfered with her work, sitting on that “tier” was never fun. She oft felt like she was treated like a passing fancy, never taken seriously. Before Jamie came along and farm meetings were held, her voice was taken into “consideration” much in the way you humored a kid.

But now? She was still young, yes, but even with this “coupling” she felt more a woman, and an estranged but welcome sense of renewed confidence was born within her. And yet, it wasn’t enough.

This was her chance to keep going. She didn’t want a “sample,” she wanted the same treatment Jamie gave the others. Her mother could go several rounds with the farm boss. If that was the case, why not her? In fact, Lilly felt she had more stamina than the others! All that youth. Lots of the other girls were seasoned. Sure, it gave them experience around the bed, but Lilly could make it up with her charm and enthusiasm.

“How do you feel?” Jamie asked, breaking her thoughts.

Internally, she winced. He had to ask? Hah, even Jamie didn’t think she was up to snuff, was that it? No, she didn’t want to always be the demure little girl no one paid attention to. She could keep pace with the rest of them, and so she would!

“Well,” she huffed, “I don’t feel like I’m done.”

Jamie blinked. “What, really?”

Lilly turned to look at him. “Oh, come on Jamie, are you really playing it safe with me? After all this? I can take it!”

He chuckled. “Ah, well, it’s not about ‘taking’ it Lilly. It’s not a competition or anything.”

She grinned. “It’s not? You were fucking like your life depended on it.”

He could see her submissive persona melting away, an eagerness replacing it. “I’m not some dainty teacup, you know,” continued Lilly.

“I was raised and bred with the same high-class Hybrid traits, just like the others. Sure, maybe I can’t lift a barrel yet, but I’m not some. . . some silly girl!”

Jamie studied her. He didn’t know where this was coming from. But, as he thought it over, it started to make sense. Hybrids had different kinds of hierarchies though he never knew about them. Perhaps Lilly was treated too differently, and it sounded like she didn’t care for it.

. . .he could relate. Arguably his position as a number cruncher was easy going. Maybe too much so. Oh, if his grandfolks were here, they’d spin his ear about the hard old days. Yarns and yarns about the fore-family working fields with basic tools and no Hybrids to help, sun-up to sun-down, keeping crops safe from glass storms or dealing with abrupt cold snaps that could kill entire yields! They’d look at him now, he could bet, and cluck their tongues, thinking he was no hard worker and that his opinion was worth as much. He contributed plenty! But to have your position and efforts called into question, or hell, disregarded, because of age, well, that just sucked.

“I guess not,” Jamie finally said, looking her over.

She smirked once again. “That’s right. I want it all, I want what you did with everyone else!”

And maybe more, she thought. Wouldn’t that be something? A claim to fame on the farm. Heck, she decided to take it one step further and challenge the boss.

“Unless, of course, you’re too tired,” snickered Lilly.

Jamie laughed. “Oh, now you’re pushing your luck!” he joked. Funny, though, were it not for the milk, she’d be right. A few days ago, in fact, and he’d be spent. Fortunately, he had the stamina now, and it certainly helped Lilly was a pretty lass.

Lilly, taking the next move, shifted position, pressing her fat bust into the sheets and pushing out her wide, hefty rump, gently wiggling the plump buttocks. Her sodden cunt dribbled with their actions, but it wasn’t this she offered. Rather her tight pucker, hinted at between the split of her cheeks, was the prize, and she certainly made a show of it.

“Well, then you’d better quiet me down,” she said, egging Jamie on. “Otherwise I’ll get too rowdy!”

The sight alone was more than enough to stir Jamie back to hardness. His shaft twitched and he didn’t need another hint, quietly pushing himself up and putting himself behind the girl. He gripped her full ass and squeezed the generous backside, Lilly’s soft coat tickling his palm with silky warm. He took a moment to indulge himself, stroking and massaging the plumpness, letting his fingers dive and play, incurring pleased coos from his partner. Then, in possessive fashion, he smacked her hard, forcing a violent wave of reciprocating jiggles from the impact. Lilly moaned in approval, encouraging Jamie. The time for “softness” was over, now it was time to be clear about his “position.”

He pressed the tip of his cock against her rosy pucker, teasing her with his presence. Lilly shivered, biting her lip, clenching the sheets as she awaited him. This was certainly new, she was certainly a virgin when it came to this. But, she was a tough gal (or so she’d been claiming). She could take it. If that fox could do it, so could she!

Jamie was eager to indulge. The rose was always nice and tight and him being the “first” was a thrill in itself. Finally, he shoved forward, albeit slowly. His shimmering flank pushed into Lilly’s awaiting tunnel, spreading her wide, to which she gave a gasping moan. It was shocking to her, at first, the tightness of her hole expanded. Thankfully, what with the “attentions” from the couple’s sexual antics, Jamie was able to slide in without much difficulty.

He groaned out, gasping. Agh, perfect tightness, more so than Lilly’s wet cunt. He could feel every twitch and tremble, every pulse, the heat of his partner consuming his loins. He gripped her rump, generous cheeks filling his palms with excessive ease while Lilly buried her pleasant cries into the pillow.

Jamie managed a little “fuck” before the rest of his body shifted into just that. Like before, he shifted into a slow but forceful momentum of banging his hips into Lilly’s welcoming hole, each impact sending ripples of generous echoes through her full ass. Her breasts squished into the soft fabric, cheeks hot and red as her bull bounced into her. Her tongue hung free, intense electric sensations consuming her frame. This was very different indeed. Each of Jamie’s strokes hit an extra sensitive spot in her ring, and though it was hard to describe, it was a bliss that bordered on painful. But she liked it.

The farm boss huffed. “Likin’ this, huh?” he grunted, holding himself full thrust, once again enjoying the sight of his pike plunged deep in his Lilly. Heh. His Lilly. He could comfortably make that claim now, he figured.

Well, he wanted to enforce that even more.

“Want to be bred?” he added, the inner-animal taking over. “Like a good girl? You’d fit in nice, Lilly, another beautiful breeding cow!”

Lilly panted and went wild, the words hitting the primordial “buttons” in the deepest recesses of her mind. All these things, these suggestions sent her into over drive, pushing her to another orgasm. But Jaime wasn’t done.

With surprising strength, he reached around her and gripped her plump breasts, yanking her back and holding her upright. It required every ounce of himself to hold her, but he wanted to make it clear he was in charge here, and he’d claim every girl that worked on the farm.

“You like getting fucked by your bull?” he hissed into her ear, ramming himself into her hole again and again. Once more, he adjusted his grip by slipping palms under her thighs, forcing the bovid lass to bounce on his cock, her hefty tits wobbling and clapping together with each motion.

“Y-yes!” rasped Lilly, hanging on for dear life. “Fuck me, claim me! Please, Jaime!”

Perhaps it was the fact the two had been fucking for a good while now, but all pretenses of Jamie’s “casual” personality faded. His mind was swimming with arousal and lust. He needed release. Again. But before he drained himself one last time in the girl, he wanted the proclamation to be nice and clear.

“Nnf, good girl,” he muttered, before making his last stand. Perhaps literally in a moment.

Jamie proceeded to thrust upward in a furious momentum, every strike forcing a girlish, begging moan from Lilly. The milk provided from the cows gave him ample stamina and strength to hold her. A week before this would’ve been impossible, but nectar from the girls certainly provided for him, thank goodness. His cock heaved and twitched, mercilessly pounding into the tight hole, splatters of sex dribbling from the coupling while Lilly bounced in his grasp. Each tight stroke sent wave of ever-increasing hot tingles through him, his frame quivering, eager.

Once again, it washed over him in waves. . . then released in waves.

“OhgodFUCK!” he cried out. His motions halted and he gripped Lilly, trapping her in his grip while his cock twitched and shivered to life, throbbing and pulsing as waves of issue exploded from his tip. Copious rivers of white jet from his tip, flooding her tunnel, taking Lilly’s anal virginity, nuts roiling over as he emptied himself into her, ever bit of his male essence that was left in him.

He heaved, gulping in hot breaths, where Lilly hit another peak, juices flowing from her already soaked cunt, their mess pooling into the floor. Of course, after such a “workout,” Jamie’s last ounce of strength abandoned him, and he fell into the bed with her – carefully.

A warm, hazy afterglow rushed over them both, once punctuated by intense sexual fatigue. Granted, multiple fucks within a short timeframe were impressive, especially for human standards. Still, the foggy bliss and drunken electricity consumed the couple, leaving them a limp pair as they lie in bed a while, sipping breaths and clambering for a few remaining threads of stamina, if only to speak.

Jamie closed his eyes, the “humanity” seeping back into him. Phew. One could say and do all sorts of wild things when in the literal throes of passion. Hah, he had to laugh, he said that did he? Acting as the “breeding bull?” Well, it was true now. Better he get comfortable with the idea. If he wanted to maintain the image, nay, be the image of the farm boss, he had to embrace the role. The girls wanted a bull in charge, they’d get one.

But. He was still Jamie, at the end of the day, and there was a time and place for the dick-swinging shenanigans. Literally.

He glanced over to Lilly, who had her eyes closed, a gleeful expression stretched over her muzzle. “I take it that was good?” he wheezed, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Nmmf,” she moaned back. “That was amazing. . .”

Eyelids fluttered open, and she stared at the ceiling. “It might seem silly, but it’s a big deal with the other girls, to have been with a mate. Or have one.”

Jamie paused. “It doesn’t seem silly to me.”

She chuckled. “Maybe not. But you’re not a cowgirl, Jamie. It’s different for humans and Hybrids. We take each other a little more or less seriously with this kinda’ thing.”

Though Jamie could feel a state of exhaustion consuming him, he was still lucid enough to understand her. Or he figured he could?

“That sounds familiar,” he offered. “People can be the same way, I guess.”

“Are you suuure?”

“Hmm, maybe not like how you put it, but, depending on where you come from, there’s pressure. To have a relationship of some kind, I mean. My uh, family, had a lot of emphasis on that in the early ancestor days. Marry early, lots of kids, said kids get married, keep the lineage far and strong.”

Jamie glanced around his room, a simple but lavish interior with Terra Prime furnishings made of old wood, the kind of thing that was very hard to acquire. No, it wasn’t bathed in diamonds or gilded with gold, but it was clear this all came from a place of wealth.

“Guess it made sense if it led to all this.”

“So people took you less seriously without, um, a girlfriend?”

Jamie gave a dry laugh. “Now that I think about it. Kinda, yeah. It was never direct, but it was absolutely expected. Heck I remember growing up, attending get-togethers so my folks could rub elbows with their investors, god, the emphasis on eventually having a partner was there. Even if you didn’t want it. Guess I got lucky it was never arranged.”

Lilly thought it over, looking out through the window. Afternoon was upon the farm, the alien sun pouring its light over the wide stretch of farmland.

“Then think of the other girls as a rich family, hehe. They didn’t take me seriously very much. But now, they have to.”

Jamie smirked. “You saying I’m some kinda’ notch on your belt, miss Lilly?”

“Heehee, maaaaybe.”

She returned her gaze to the ceiling.

“But, seriously Jamie. It’s a big deal for us. Hybrids, I mean. The ability to bare strong children, to be fertile, it’s uh, kind of our thing. The colonies here are nice, but some of those other ones. . .”

She huffed. “Well, let’s just say if you were a weak bed mate, you wouldn’t have to worry about anything else for long.”

Jamie blinked. Oh god. He almost forgot how different it was out here. Hybrids were treated well, or not, depending on what system you were in. Terra Prime held them in pretty high regard, but as you moved on to other colonized planets or moons, things got murky.

“Well, that’ll never happen here, Lilly,” he reassured her. “We all care for you. And if I can be so bold, especially me.”

Lilly smiled and turned, wrapping Jamie into an embrace, putting her muzzle under his neck. “Mmm. Thanks Jamie. . . I’m glad we did this. . .”

He chuckled, thinking over how he gave her a relentless, if not brutal, sexual pounding. “Sure about that?”

“Hey,” she said, voice softening, “I told you I could take it!”

“And then some!”

They cuddled, embracing the other, resting a bit. A while later they got up, bathed, and exchanged the sheets for a new set, given the current ones were soaked. Just a little. However, the toll of their sexual congress had finally reached them, and they tangled together, fading into sleep for a good while. Lilly found herself feeling far more confident than ever before. She knew what she could take. She was attractive to Jamie, and hell, even good at some of the things she tried! That was a powerful feeling, even if it was just something in the physical.

After a rest, they awoke some time later, or at least Jamie did. Lilly was content to gently snooze, and Jamie was fine with that. These weren’t busy days, after all. Granted, after their sexual coupling, Lilly was more than likely to start increasing in “production,” so she’d have her own product in due time.

As for Jamie, for the first time in a long time – perhaps ever – he really did feel in charge. Like the farm was his own, not something passed along to his family.

That was a good feeling.