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“Alright, bring ‘er over.”
Nemuri is led into a warm room full of sweet-smelling hay and a long water trough against the fence. She's been here before—at the start of every spring, she thinks idly. Her mind feels sluggish, and she isn't up to her usual antics. Maybe it's the “allergies” that the handlers keep talking about. She doesn't know.
All she does know is that she can smell a bull.
Older, she recognizes. Not as quick to anger. They tended to give her the younger ones, seeing as her calves usually came out strong because of it. But this time just feels… different.
Rumi, her favorite handler, feeds her little apple slices as she raises her leg onto the bench. Nemuri is tall for a female, and they've taken extra care to adjust the assistive furniture to her height. Once her thigh and ankle are strapped together, leaving her wide open and dripping onto the bench, she hears the verbal okay before a metal door slides open. She was positioned just right to be able to prop herself up on her elbows and peer over her shoulder.
Bull.
He was scarily tall and broad, with pretty, blond fur and piercing blue eyes. If her mind hadn't been soup, she would have jumped the fence and ran back into the pastures from just his size. He wasn't wearing a muzzle though. Not even a collar. Most of the males would have to come in decked-out in restraints to keep them from hurting females like her.
But this one listened. He was incredibly intelligent, glancing at the handlers for the cue to keep going and get closer to her. She was watching him through half-lidded eyes when their gazes met.
Their calf would definitely have blue eyes, she thought.
He was a stronger breed, as though he worked. His chest was tanned with crisscrossing lines along the planes of it, telling her that she was likely right. As she let her eyes wander down, she couldn't help but wonder how it was going to turn out. Most bulls mounted her without a second thought and took what they were told was theirs. This one—Yagi, she thought they said his name was—approached with caution before reaching a hand towards her…
And caressing her.
It was just along her back, the curve made as she arched to look at him, but it made her quiver all the more. Yagi let out a low chuff, his breath fanning out over her flushed skin. It had Nemuri wriggling beneath his hand, giving a pitched, whining “mroo” in response. She saw his eyes widen just a fraction and noticed a twitch near her ass that drew her attention.
He was big all over.
It made her shiver as he pushed towards her, hips and very obvious erection meeting her ass. She grunted softly, pushing back against him best she could, being strapped down. His low chirrup in response calmed her, a little promise that he was getting to it.
It wasn’t long before she felt a hand behind her. He was shifting behind her, slotting himself between her dripping folds and grinding so slowly against her. She tried to relax, to ready herself as she typically had to. But he just… rutted into her, letting her drip onto his length. He was using her… to coat himself?
One particular glide left her legs trembling as he roved over her pearl, more arousal leaking from her. She made a startled little noise deep in her chest at the pleasurable sensation. Yagi grunted so softly at her. He was requesting that she relax and let him do the work. She didn’t know what else to do but to listen.
Another quiet chuff, and he was sliding himself against her entrance. She wriggled her hips at him, allowing the head to slip in.
The little gasp that Nemuri gave was needy and so very quiet. Yagi soothed a hand along her shoulder as his huge form loomed over her.
Relax.
She fully obeyed that time, letting him do as he pleased. He eased in further and further and stretched her deliciously. She mewled quietly, gripping onto the bench while her eyes threatened to roll into the back of her head. Strong arms came about her head, one bicep beneath her and a large hand holding her head as he finally mounted her.
Yagi set a slow pace, having to bend his knees to ease from and into her and get her acclimated to him. It took all of a few thrusts for Nemuri to be dripping onto the dirt below. Her bull—hers, she wouldn’t let anyone take him— picked up the pace, his sac slapping into her dripping cunt. There was something welling up inside her, an odd feeling that she’d never felt before, but she trusted that whatever it was, it would feel just as good as him breeding her.
More. She wanted more, needed him to breed her and make her his. The instinct welled up from deep inside her, crawling from her core all the way to her mouth. Her little whines of need didn’t fall on deaf ears. He was fucking into her at a break-neck pace, the sound and smell of them fucking filling her senses. She was close—to what, she didn’t know, but she was more than happy to make those same noises at him again. He seemed to like them, from the way his cock throbbed inside of her.
Nemuri wasn’t prepared for the coil that snapped inside of her. It was sudden and scary at first, but he hushed her with a low, quiet croon and fucked her through the ecstacy that washed over her. He nuzzled into the back of her neck a moment later, grunting as he seated himself inside of her and filled her to the brim.
She didn’t realize that her vision had blurred, or that she had passed out just long enough for him to lick at her cheek and bring her back around. She grunted quietly, nuzzling against him.
“Nice goin’, Shou. Hey, y’all, looks like we got another bonded pair!” Rumi shouts to the other stablehands. There’s a whoop of laughter as Shouta groans, rubbing his face.
Nemuri and Yagi are in their own world, snuggled together.
Their calf will definitely have blue eyes.