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The warm summer air and bright sun greeted you as you left the barn. Your leash hung slack as you obediently followed Remy out- it was more of a safeguard than anything since he, and all the farmhands, saw you as a fully docile, domesticated member of the herd. Honestly, you felt like one too at this point. Nearly every semblance of humanity had been trained out of you, the farmhands had punished you whenever you’d spoken anything other than a moo, or whenever you did anything they didn’t deem appropriate behavior for a cow. The physical transformation helped with the feeling, too. Your long ears and tail made you feel inhuman, but what made you feel the most cow-like were the moments when your animal instincts kicked in- it made you feel like there was no fighting it, that you were too far gone to ever be anything but bovine. Like when you woke up and your first thought was eating the sweet grass in the pasture; or when Remy called for you and you trotted over without thinking; those were the moments that occasionally haunted you when you laid in your stall at night and the sliver of humanity left wondered at what point the animal side would win out fully and you’d be gone, forever. It felt inevitable, it felt like something you couldn’t fight, and maybe, even, something you secretly didn’t want to fight, if it meant an easier life of living out your days as a member of the herd.
Even if it meant that occasionally you had to do unpleasant things, like take weird photos or eat pills from the doctor or be milked every day. The milking, at least, had gotten easier- the growing pressure in your breasts- wait, your udders- felt good to have released every night; and with the photos, your animal brain started taking over when you were met with the strong musk of another horny animal, especially a male, and it made the photo sessions particularly enjoyable. The doctor visits were the ones that were still a little rough. It was easy to be obedient, to take whatever pills the doctor shoved at you, but sometimes the feelings the pills gave you made you feel sick, or weird, and all you could do was moo sadly and hope Remy took pity on you, which he never did- though he did sometimes reward you with apples, which made it all worth it.
It had been another meeting with the doctor today, and you’d had multiple doses of some fertility pill, the details of which you barely listened to the doctor explain because the information was too complicated for your cow brain, though the human sliver of you in there wondered if it was for milk production. It didn’t matter anyway, you didn’t have a choice and you took pill after pill while the doctor monitored symptoms, wrote things down, and finally told Remy when he could put you back outside.
And so he led you back and unclipped your leash, petting the base of your ears before presenting your prize for being well behaved. Remy held the apple while you chomped at it, savoring the sweet taste before you messily devoured it. He petted you again when you finished, and turned to attend to some other business while you returned to the pasture. A few other cattle mooed in response to your return, but otherwise you settled into a lazy rest of your day, you assumed. You ate a little more grass with some other cow girls, and when you’d had enough, laid down to enjoy the feel of the sun. It felt good being a cow, you thought, the feeling of your naked body in the sun, surrounded by other cattle, you felt safe and content with this life.
Except that after a few minutes, you started to feel a heat pooling in your stomach, one that made it impossible for you to lay and relax. You felt jittery all of a sudden, like you needed to be moving, and you left the other cows to head to the other side of the pasture where the horses often hung out, hoping that seeing them might calm your nerves. Remy had a lot of horses, and while the other cattle seemed to avoid them, you had made fast friends with them, earning their trust with gifts of apples. By the time you made it to them, you felt like your body was overheating, and the horses trotted up to you playfully, fully unaware of the heat that was apparently burning in your core.
One of the larger stallions nuzzled against your face as you joined the group, and your chest felt light when he did so. A group of them settled around you, whinnying happily, and you held another stallion in a long hug, breathing deeply into his neck. He smelled good, more so than usual for whatever reason, maybe he was freshly washed- The smell, like trees and musk, made your stomach jolt again, and you waved off the weird feelings as best as you could as you returned your attention to the horses. Your afternoons with them usually were just filled with being nuzzled by them while you petted them or brushed their manes. It was calm, usually, but today you just couldn’t concentrate on anything but your heart pounding next to them. When another stallion gave you big eyes, pleading you to brush his mane, you ran your fingers through it, and even that little act felt like it was somehow quenching some kind of subconscious desire to be touching another creature. And then, you noticed it- his behemoth of a cock, lazily flopping out of its sheath. It seemed to reveal more and more of it to you as you watched. You must have seen their cocks and sheathes before, how could you have missed them, but you suddenly became incredibly aware of the huge muscle- and not even just the one in front of you, but the multiple cocks that all seemed to be half out of their sheaths, as the stallions apparently felt quite comfortable around you.
Something, somewhere, in your brain began to cry out that this was what you needed to satiate the hunger that had only been growing in you, and you began thinking only about getting closer to his impressive prick and inspecting it. If your human self was in there, she was being fully overpowered by your animal instincts, finally putting it together in your hazy skull how horny and needy you were feeling. You edged around the stallion, petting him and going to the back side of him, before your face was suddenly, as if you couldn’t control yourself, leaning into his heavy balls. The smell was overpowering, his musky masculine smell was even stronger here, and you couldn’t resist the urge to kiss them softly before sticking your tongue out and licking the skin sweetly. The boy whinnied, obviously enjoying it, and you took this as encouragement to keep going, to suck on the skin as best as you could between kisses. The woodsy scent filled your nose as much as it filled your brain with the deep, new desire to please the stallion.
You worked over as much of the skin as you could, kissing up his soft taint and eventually making your way to the lewd ring of muscle under his tail. You tongued it, tracing the circle before pressing your lips to the side of it, and he huffed again, leaning into your tongue. How had you never thought to do this before?! Their taste, their smell, everything about the stallion was amazing, and the lewd actions soothed your mind and made your pussy ache for its own relief. You continued to rim the horse as you reached a hand around to feel his shaft as best you could, and if he’d been flopping limply earlier, he was clearly solid now, his dick straining. You wanted to kiss it so, so badly and you found the strength to pull yourself away as you kept your hands on him, slowly positioning yourself to be crouched underneath him.
His cock was even more impressive this close. Fully out of the sheath, the dark skin was glistening with sweat or his own precum, and you needed to know how he’d taste. You brought your lips to the side of him and tentatively licked him. He tasted sweet, and you had to keep going, had to fully please him, your mind told you. You gripped both sides of his shaft, thick enough that your fingers barely touched around it, and brought the tip to your lips. Your tongue poked out to meet him and you let yourself trace his flat head with it, slowly, indulgently. He was even sweeter here, and he whinnied, urging you on. You briefly looked away from him for a moment, long enough to notice the audience of other horses watching you closely, likely hoping for a turn next. You returned to his cock, even the seconds you were away felt like too long, and your tongue worked to cover as much of your partner as you could. He definitely wouldn’t be able to fit in your mouth- somehow you’d started with the biggest boy- but you knew you could please him anyway. You had to. His hooves stomped softly as your hands began jerking him off, sliding easily up and down his powerful, musky cock as you made out with the head as best you could, alternating between tonguing the hole and suckling around the edges of the flat head, feeling it unflare in your mouth.
You weren’t sure why you’d never thought to do this before, but now that you knew how amazing your horse friends were, you’d be doing this every day, probably forever. You hoped you’d never leave the farm if it meant sharing yourself amongst so many strong equine partners. The heat in your body had only grown, your resolve blazing as you knew your afternoon was going to be spent pleasing every horse that wanted it, and hopefully one would return the favor with his massive prick. Your mind was hazy, you pulled back only long enough to moo submissively before diving back in, hoping the horses understood your goal. The stallion you were working on started shuffling on his hooves, and you couldn’t think too hard about what was coming before you were met with a powerful shot of cum, spraying fully on your mouth and chest. He whinnied, satiated, and his cock flopped out of your hands, already spent. He barely moved out of the way before another stallion was taking his place, his lips nuzzling against your shoulder and neck as he got closer to you. The action made you feel flustered, like your heart was fluttering in response to such a sweet gesture.
The second stallion’s cock was a little thinner, and you excitedly got into position as you were able to fit the entire head in your mouth as you jerked off his shaft, feeling him harden under your grip. You suckled the head, your tongue tracing the strong prick inside your mouth. Being so close to him, with your nose pressed against his shaft, made you feel crazier, like his musk was only riling you up more, making the heat inside of you ache more and more to be filled and used. The horse sighed happily with each jerk, and nickered when your tongue must have hit a particularly good spot. You felt the head twitch against your tongue and you guessed what was coming this time- and you were rewarded with another hot load of cum, this time filling your mouth completely until you worked to slowly swallow what hadn’t spilled out the sides of your lips.
Your partner pulled back, and went to nuzzle against your neck again, showing his appreciation. You leaned into the touch, you felt like your own body could barely stand it anymore- and as if answering your needs, you felt a different horse nuzzling against your backside, and you turned around to see one of the younger boys vying for your attention. The stallion that had already come moved away to allow the next boy his turn, and he nickered at you playfully. He was smaller than the first two before him, but even as a younger horse, he was still fairly massive, and the speckled pink head of his cock, half out of his sheath, told you he had the same urges that his elders did. You didn’t care if it was selfish, you needed this one inside of you, your body screamed at you to give it what it had been craving so badly. You glanced around, noticed a hay bale close by, and motioned for the horses to follow you to it, which they did curiously. The scratchiness of the hay was worth the height it helped put you at, knowing it would be easier for him to mount you if you had some support. He seemed to understand perfectly.
Your legs spread, you mooed to let him know you were ready, and the colt wasted no time trotting right up to you. His hooves landed on the hay bale and you could feel his shaft rubbing between your folds, your slick making him slide effortlessly against you. He was just as impatient, and seemingly riled up by your juices on him, and he pulled back enough to aim properly before slapping his hips to yours. The moo that left your lips in response felt extra lewd as the colt’s cock perfectly made its way into your needy snatch. It wasn’t your first time being fucked, but something about this time made it feel like it was a perfect fit, like you’d finally found the mate most perfectly suited to your body. His cock stretched you just the right amount, his thrusts were the perfect pace, and you felt extra sensitive, your body picking up on every twitch inside you. Every one of the colt’s powerful thrusts had the cow bell around your neck jingling softly, and you couldn’t help but moo and moan as he bred you properly. Your mind was filled with thoughts of wanting to be bred by such a stud, your body begging him to fuck you deeper as it gripped him, when suddenly, in a rare moment of clarity, you remembered your visit to the doctor’s barn earlier in the day. Fertility pills. Of course. You remembered snippets of conversation, that you’d barely paid attention to anyway: She’s already far enough along, Remy, she’s likely compatible with animals, not just other hybrids. You remembered Remy’s sneer in reply. Don’t joke. They’re all animals.
Right. You were an animal, of course, thats why you lived with other animals, that’s why the horses saw you as a friend, that’s why no humans could understand you, that’s why your needy body was begging your mate for his seed. It was only natural for a cow to be so needy- you’d never been properly mated with. If the remains of your human self felt any kind of opposition to being bred, it wasn’t present in your mind, your dumb cow brain only filled with the animalistic urge to accept every drop of the male claiming you- and, if it didn’t take this time, to continue to submit to him until it did. But you knew in your heart it would take- you could sense the colt mating with was particularly virile, and you could tell your own cunt wouldn’t let go of him until he did his job. Besides, in the corners of your vision you saw the other stallions waiting patiently for their turns, and you couldn’t wait to be passed around between them- if the first load didn’t take, one of the next five would.
Your whole body felt so sensitive between the scratchy hay on your udders, and the enthusiastic thrusts from your partner. The young colt was such a good lover, never faltering on his pace or his power as he fucked you. Once he’d figured out the right angle that had you squealing under him, he consistently hit it, like the good work horse he’d been trained to be. He seemed to be pushing more of himself into you with every thrust, and when you felt the ring of muscle halfway up his shaft pop inside you, you could only whine, feeling completely stuffed already even when you were barely halfway. You tried to turn your head to look up at your partner, but his body fully eclipsed yours, and you couldn’t do anything but accept the good fucking he was giving you. Between his precum and your own arousal, he slid in and out easily, and you could tell he was almost fully inside when you felt his balls swinging against you with each rut.
It was then that you started to feel him twitch, his cock head unflaring inside of you so much so that you could feel it massaging your insides. The opening to your womb, sensitive and ready to be claimed, finally got what it needed most when you felt his powerful orgasm spill over in you, feeling the seed take root so deeply in you. He steadied his front legs on either side of you and neighed as he came, his hips still working his cock, and his virile cum, deeper in you with shallow thrusts. The feeling of it all happening at the same time, his orgasm painting your insides, his cock head plugging you up perfectly, mixed with his continued thrusts, pushed you over the edge as well, finally, and your body gripped onto his shaft and fully pumped those heavy balls dry. It was, without a doubt, the most powerful orgasm you’d ever felt- likely aided by the fertility drugs that had made your body so pliant and needy for a stud. Your body had been so thirsty for one thing, which was, finally, being deposited so deeply in your core. You could only sigh happily, your mind soft and obedient to your new mates.
When the colt finally slid out of you, you could feel the results of your lovemaking start to slide out of your stretched hole. Before you could miss the feeling of him, you felt a warmth at your entrance and turned your head to see that your partner, the same colt who’d just pulled out, was pressing his tongue against your hole, cleaning you as much as he was pressing the cum back inside you. Chivalry, as it would seem, was alive and well on the farm. You could feel his tongue press inside you and circle your cunt, and his lips played at your folds, as you felt your body shiver again and you were wracked with a second powerful orgasm at the hooves of your new mate. When he’d sufficiently cleaned you, he backed away and nickered happily, moving around to the other side of the hay bale to nuzzle against your face. You kissed his soft nose, caught up in the lovely feeling of being close to your partner, when you felt another horse approach you from behind, and you felt another set of lips on you.
The new horse surprised you when his tongue found its way to your ass, his lips working your rim while the tip of his tongue pushed inside. It was so sensitive and unexpected, and your hips pressed back into his touch. The colt at your lips continued licking your face, and you opened your mouth slightly to deepen the kiss while your tail wagged happily from the attention. The horse eating you out pulled back and pressed his nose to your thigh, enough to signify to you he wanted you to turn over. You obeyed, animal instinct fully taking over and telling you to be submissive to your studs. The new horse hopped up so that both his front hooves were on the hay bale, and he easily got into position. There was no resistance as he started to press his cock inside your aching cunt, begging for more cum to be pumped inside it to sure you had been bred. The colt didn’t appear to be jealous and he brought his head lower to your chest while the other horse hit his mark and began to quickly thrust inside you. This one seemed more like a trained stud, one who was trained to fuck a hole, cum in it, and get on with his day.
His breakneck pace had your body bouncing along with his ruts, and you watched in horror as small streams of milk began to drip from your full udders. The colt also noticed, and you moaned when you felt his lips play with one of your nipples. He’d been a foal so recently that this behavior was, apparently, still ingrained in him, and he licked and sucked at you while you were fucked. Your milk must have tasted good, and he suckled more and more as the stud inside of you hit his own climax- feeling his load being forcefully shot at your womb, feeing his balls slap against your ass, feeling the pressure of your heavy breasts start to release- it all pulled, somehow, a third orgasm out of you and you mooed, as you rode it out on the prick splitting you. You were fully dazed, your mind completely gone, you existed only as a hole for these nice, strong stallions to fuck into.
How incredible it had felt to be brought to your peak 3 times, on what you thought must have been the best day you’d had on the farm yet. As you panted, slowly coming down from your high, you and the other animals heard a loud sound. The dreamy quality of the afternoon instantly vanished as the sound of a whip snapping in the air had the horses freeze, and the stud inside you pulled out quickly to stand at attention. Your loud orgasms, had, apparently, gotten Remy’s attention, and he’d stormed over to put stop to the horseplay going on. The horses, upset about being interrupted, whinnied and huffed as Remy pulled them away, pulling against their reins as he used a crop to slap at their flanks to try to control them. The colt, who had taken such a liking to you, took it especially hard- you watched him fight every step as he was dragged off.
You were next to be leashed and lead back to your stall at the barn, Remy muttering something to you about not wasting any of the product. He was angry enough that he’d gotten the milking machine out himself and set it up on you the moment you were back in the stall. He flicked the switch on and leaned back against the wall, watching as your udders began to spill freely into the machine.
“Couldn’t help being such a slut today, could you?” Remy’s words made you blush. Maybe a result of the drugs, or maybe your body was still riled up from your former actions, but the machine had you squirming more than usual, your body so sensitive being milked. It wasn’t abnormal for the machine to make you, and other cattle, climax when you were milked- though it was usually a little later into the process. Tonight felt like you were so close to toppling over already. “You must have a lot of extra milk today if you felt so comfortable giving it out for free.” You opened your mouth to make some kind of sound in reply to Remy, but the machine pulled its first orgasm out of you and you let out a long moo instead. You almost felt ashamed that you had come without even being touched, but the feeling of your heavy udders being relieved felt so good, as well as the fact that you kept running through the memories in your head of the horses taking turns with you. If only Remy would have helped jerk you off you were sure you could have come even harder, but Remy never touched livestock like that.
He did finally approach you, and began to pet your head softly. “You’re one of my best. We’ll figure out a way to make it work.” And then he turned and left, locking your stall door behind him. You spent the remainder of your evening being milked dry, coming again when the feeling of release overtook again. When a farmhand finally released you, you wanted to pass out from everything, from the emotional highs and lows of getting to mate with so many of your horse friends but getting pulled away before you could properly satisfy them all. You wondered if the staff would let you play with them again, or what would happen. If only you knew how your farm life was about to change.
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You woke up surrounded by all of your equine mates in their barn, snuggling to keep warm during another of the cool autumn nights that had begun to settle in. You started your day by making sure that any of your parters that had gotten hard overnight were sufficiently cared for, as you swallowed their loads one by one and worshipped their pricks until they were all satisfied. Then you went out to graze with them- you moved slowly, your stomach had started to swell considerably after all- and you ate with them. The horses were always so cute with you, always nuzzling against you and whinnying playfully, and the one you suspected was the father was especially touchy and loved to nuzzle against your belly. The rest of the day was spent lazing about while the horses trained, or relaxing in the grass with them after their training, servicing any more that had gotten worked up throughout the day. At night, you were milked separately and your milk bottled on its own, and then you settled in to the horse barn to sleep with all your studs. When you worried that you’d never see your horsey friends again, you couldn’t have been more wrong- apparently, none of the horses could focus while they were being kept away from you, and in turn, being impregnated apparently had made your milk more tasty, according to the buyers, and they were willing to pay more for such a delicacy. When Remy realized there was money to be made, he moved you to the horses’ barn, solving both his problems easily, and told you, while petting your floppy ears, that you’d be carrying foals the rest of your life. Your heart, hearing such good news, swelled.
Settling in the barn after another lovely day, you snuggled up next to the colt that you were certain was the father of your first foal, and mooed sweetly to him as he nuzzled his nose against your neck. Life at the farm couldn’t have been going better for you, and you couldn’t wait to do this again every day, happy to be fulfilling your primal needs, fully rid of your humanity and fully content to accept your life as an animal with the sweetest, most virile mates a cow could ask for.