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Jungkook was miserable.
He’d watched his brothers and sisters all be sold off the very minute that they were deemed well enough, or as their owner had said, ripe enough . As if they were low hanging fruit from a tree, humans greedily snatching them up for their liking. His younger sister, Yeji, had barely even developed her udders before she had been bought.
To any sane person, it’d be terrible to see such humanlike creatures being sold off like cattle. Even if they were half cattle. But to Jungkook and to the rest of his herd, it was an honor. It was what they were born and raised to be.
He sits in the corner of his pen, lip jutted out in a pout as he watches yet another little calf got sold off. This calf wasn’t even old enough to be sold! But Jungkook remembers overhearing something about high demand and milk shortage , a lot of big words he was too dumb to understand. All he knows is that he’s tiny, but so pretty and ready to be bought.
“Maybe I should try getting their attention!” Jungkook jumps to his feet and skips over to the door of the pen, peering out enough to take a good look at the people that passed by.
Everytime Jungkook hears someone coming, he puts on his cutest face, gropes the swell of his udders through his thin white shirt, and flutters his eyelashes prettily at whoever’s attention he can possibly grab. The men and women that pass by all look at him hungrily, especially when the little one says something along the lines of ‘ I wish someone would milk me, I need it!’. But none of them ever make a move to buy him, nor do they even come close enough to touch him.
Sadness fills Jungkook as days go on. He watches all his friends get sold off. Cows and heifers of all shapes and sizes. He just couldn’t understand why no one wanted him. The farm owner had deemed Jungkook as his best one long ago and never hesitated to show it, always giving him the freshest hay and even the most delicious human food. Had he been lied to all this time?
Jungkook lets out a quiet sigh, settling down on his bed and looking away from anyone who passed by. He couldn’t bear the heartache of knowing he was unwanted.
Maybe if I just close my eyes I can prete--
“Why is he just laying there?” A soft voice asks. It sounds like it’s coming from right outside his pen. Jungkook freezes, eyes still shut, holding his breath.
The farm owner’s voice comes next. “Probably just bored or napping. He’s been friendly with some of the other buyers for the past few days, from what I’ve heard from the other workers. His social battery’s probably low.”
“Friendly?” The soft voice now has an underlying tone of bitterness under it. “You let other people touch him, Seokjin-ah?”
“No, sir!” The farm owner-- Seokjin-- stutters nervously. Jungkook has never heard him sound so scared. “H-he just, uh, he would lean over his door and say hi to everyone. You know how these animals are. Really f-friendly and all.”
A moment passes before the other person speaks again.
“Good. He’s a friendly, obedient little thing, isn’t he?”
Jungkook’s heart races in excitement. He fixates on the fact that he’d been called obedient. He’s so good, he listens well, and this person knows that! Maybe they’ll take him home!
He’s startled out of his thoughts when he hears the pen door swing open with a squeak. Footsteps approach to where he’s curled up in his bed, and soon enough, a hand is softly patting him, rubbing over the blanket draped over his body. “Jungkookie,” The person coos. Jungkook lets out a shuddering sigh. “Wake up, little one.”
Jungkook peels his eyes open and turns over.
The first thing Jungkook’s mind registers is that the man was absolutely beautiful. So tall, pretty, and he smelled nice too. He was looking directly into Jungkook’s eyes, but his gaze was gentle. Then his hand comes up and rubs at Jungkook’s earlobe, noticing how Jungkook’s ears had started twitching in excitement.
“Hi,” Jungkook breathes out, eyes filled with wonder as he stares up at the man. “I- um, you’re really pretty!”
The man laughs, eyes curving into these pretty crescent moons, and oh, Jungkook is so in love. So, so, so in love. He’s going to be destroyed if this man doesn’t end up buying him. In the few minutes they’d spent within each others’ presence, Jungkook could already envision himself belonging to this man, making milk for him, and being a good little cow overall.
“You’re very pretty too. My name is Jimin. Can you say that for me?”
Jungkook nods eagerly. “Jimin! Are you going to buy me? I’ve been waiting so long, a-and, um, I swear I didn’t let anyone touch! Only my mommy and the nice workers ever do, but they never touch my udders!”
Something dark flashes in Jimin’s eyes, but it disappears before Jungkook can make note of it. “I’ve heard so much about how good you are,” Jimin takes Jungkook’s hand and pulls him up to his feet. “That’s why you’re going to come home with me.”
“Really?!”
“Really.”
The little cow lets out a happy squeal, immediately jumping into Jimin’s arms.
When they walk out of the pen, Jungkook doesn’t see the metal sign that had been screwed into his door months ago.
PROPERTY OF MR. PARK JIMIN
Ground rules were immediately placed when Jungkook arrived at his new home. He didn’t quite get the chance to marvel at the lavish home that Jimin lived in, but nonetheless he was just happy to be here. He’d thought that he would live the rest of his life in that pen, unwanted and miserable. Yet here he was, having his new owner guide him to his new room while holding his hand.
“You aren’t allowed to go outside without asking,” Jimin starts. “No sneaking out, no talking to the ladies who come in and give you your food unless you need to ask them for something specific. If anyone, and I mean anyone , touches you without my permission, you have to tell me. Do you understand?”
Jungkook nods eagerly even if Jimin can’t see it. “Yes, Jimin. Will my room have windows? I like seeing the sunrise.”
“Of course. Who do you think I am?” Jimin asks rhetorically.
Jungkook had opened his mouth to answer, but they had finally arrived. The room was so much more fancy than Jungkook had ever imagined for himself. He would’ve been content with just a bed, but it seems that Jimin had decked the room out in everything that Jungkook would need. A big, soft bed that could fit five people, a wardrobe, toys, speakers for music, and painting supplies.
(No books, because Jimin didn’t want Jungkook to lose his ditzyness.)
The hybrid immediately jumps on the bed, rolling around in the soft cotton bed covers. “Wow! All this space is for me?”
“Everything in here is for you, little one.” Jimin smiles fondly at the sight of his happy little pet, and sits at the end of the bed.
Immediately, Jungkook scrambles up to sit next to him, embarrassed by how enthusiastic he’d been. He knew better than to act like that-- his days of being a silly calf were long gone.
“What do you want to call me, sweetheart?”
“Umm--” Jungkook blinks. He’s not very good at thinking, so not a lot of ideas come to him. “I used to call my old owner Sir... So can I call you that instead?”
Jimin frowns a bit. “If you’ve used it on someone else then I don’t want it. How about Daddy instead?”
“Daddy?” Jungkook tries it out. “Daddy, daddy, daddy.”
“I like how you say it,” Jimin finally smiles, gently patting the top of Jungkook’s head. “Daddy it is, then.”
Jungkook begins to feel odd about a week in. Jimin doesn’t do much other than quietly watch as Jungkook painted or played with the lego sets he had. The most he would do was let Jungkook nap on his lap or feed him by hand with drug-laced food (not that the hybrid was aware of the fact, anyway. All of that made Jungkook happy, of course, but Jimin hadn’t so much as asked him for milk. Wasn’t that why he was here?
Nothing changes until ten days after he’d been bought.
It’s a cold morning, and Jungkook is startled awake by ice cold fingers sneaking into his panties. He gasps, jolting and stiffening up. Though he calms down after Jimin shushes him, lips softly kissing at his cheek. Unaccustomed to the affection, Jungkook lays there bewildered, sleepiness already grasping onto the edges of his consciousness again.
He’s surprised, again, by the feeling of Jimin’s fingers. They were lathered in some sort of cream, and Jimin had started to rub it all over the area between his legs, all over her private places.
“W-what are you doing--” Jungkook whimpers. Jimin doesn’t respond, even while Jungkook writhed and made these tiny sounds. He couldn’t help but resist the odd touching a bit, yet Jimin was undeterred by the hybrid’s unwillingness even when he’d close his legs or push Jimin away. Jungkook was too young, and too stubborn despite all his training, so even when his owner came back every few hours, Jimin still had to hold him down and rub all of his flesh, pink and raw like a cute little strawberry cream pie, sliding his fingers up and down between Jungkook’s legs and as deep as he could go into every little fold.
Jimin could’ve had one of the maids do it, maybe, except Jungkook would’ve been scared shitless. He knew that Jungkook wouldn’t do it himself, and Jimin was the only one strong enough to pin Jungkook—flattening him to the bed with his knee across the cow’s little thighs, and both his wrists above his head in Jimin’s hand. Jungkook cried and cried, claiming it felt odd and that he didn’t like this game. Jimin told him he’d take longer, if he acted like that—and he did, letting Jungkook whine and sob as he rubbed every inch of the hybrid’s soft inner thighs, and slipped a finger between the pink lips nobody had ever touched. The sick thrill of being the first and only person to have Jungkook like this was messing with his head.
“Please stop, Daddy,” Jungkook sobbed, and Jimin didn’t, because he was going slow, and he was only half done. He smoothed down the warm skin and around Jungkook’s anus, and up again, stroking his fingers until they ran out of cream, then dipping up more for another layer. Finally, Jungkook just panted under him, squirming and crying, and Jimin knew he’d won.
“Good little cow,” he whispered, and watched Jungkook curl up, ass shiny where he’d rubbed the cream in circles.
Jungkook was squirming again an hour later, and Jimin just lifted him up on his little desk, holding his wrists down while he pushed Jungkook’s pants down around his ankles. Jungkook moaned, trying to squirm away as Jimin cupped his cunt with a lotioned-up hand, and he teased Jungkook as punishment, keeping his fingers slow and warm as molasses.
Jimin found Jungkook washing it off frantically, minutes later, and grabbed Jungkook’s around the waist to sit bare-assed in his lap the whole afternoon while Jungkook played legos. Jimin slid his fingers up and down the hybrid’s ass, and in and out of his pussy, and Jungkook tried to punch him, or run, but mostly cried. He settled down eventually, falling asleep to the feeling of Jimin pinching softly at his clit.
That night, he saw Jungkook’s light on past bedtime and knew what he needed. Sure enough, when he opened the door, the hybrid had both hands in his pajama pants, rubbing so hard he was grunting into the pillow. He didn’t even notice Jimin sitting on the bed, too busy squirming with his tiny fingers trying to fit into his pussy, until Jimin shoved him down and grabbed his wrists again.
“Behave,” Jimin whispered.
Jungkook only sniffled, nodding, and took some of the cream Jimin held out, hiding his face, and tucking his hand down between his legs.
“I need to make sure you’re doing it properly,” Jimin told him, pushing Jungkook onto his back, and lifting his leg so he could see every single little move.
“Okay, okay,” Jungkook whimpered, lying back and spreading his legs so Jimin had a good view. He slapped the lotion on, and went for more, and Jimin shook his head.
“Do it right.”
Jungkook’s face crumpled, visibly getting upset. “I-I’m sorry, I-”
“It’s okay.” Jimin says, impatient. “You’re okay. Just do it the way I showed you how.”
Jungkook went slow and gentle, legs falling splayed, eyes half-lidded, and his fingers slow and lingering. He writhed under his own fingers, moaning softly, then rolled to all fours. “Do my butt, Daddy,” He whispered. “Can’t reach it right.” Jimin pressed his lips together, but got a dollop of lotion and started rubbing it in, as Jungkook moaned and buried his face in his folded arms, ass in the air. “…lotion feels good, Daddy,” He said breathily, and Jimin smirked as Jungkook ground back on his hand, squirming and sighing. “Feels so funny, Daddy,” He whispered. “Is it supposed to?”
Jimin rubbed lotion against the tight ring of Jungkook’s asshole, working it soft and pliable, and he panted, bucking his hips. Then he makes his way down to Jungkook’s dripping little pussy, watching it clench in anticipation. “Doesn’t it feel nice now, little one?”
“Mhmmm,” Jungkook sounds so gone, like he’s been sent straight to heaven. “Daddy feels good.” God knows how long he must’ve tried to pleasure himself, but to no avail. Jimin was the only one who could do it perfectly.
Soon enough, Jungkook falls asleep just like that, clenching greedily around the width of Jimin’s fingers.
The thing is that Jimin is an important man. And with his influence comes a reputation, one that would go down in flames if anyone outside of his household came to know that he was starting to prep his hybrid for milking and breeding. Though society wasn’t exactly at the point of giving hybrids the same rights that humans had, there were laws in place meant to prevent their exploitation.
Jungkook was only meant to be a milking cow. But Jimin had other ideas when he’d spotted the hybrid for the first time.
The cream that Jimin began applying on him was meant to make him more and more sensitive.
God, it was a good thing that Jimin had the foresight to make all his workers sign NDAs. And if that didn’t work, perhaps he could hold a loved one hostage, anything to keep them from stepping out of line.
Jimin found himself pinning his hybrid on the dining room table, yanking his shorts and panties down, and rubbing Jungkook’s asshole vigorously while the hybrid giggled and moaned. Later in the day, Jimin would have to cover Jungkook’s mouth in his bed, yanking roughly at his pajamas and fucking the hybrid’s sloppy cunt with his fingers until Jungkook sobbing moans into his shoulder. Sometimes Jimin would push Jungkook over the counter in the bathroom, one hand over his mouth, the other working rapidly under his panties, fingers barely brushing inside.
Sometimes Jungkook would be obedient, but he always got skittish at the thought of being seen, of being caught being so slutty and desperate. Jimin would wipe those thoughts away by pinning him on his carpet again in an hour, Jungkook writhing against his hold until he relaxed enough that Jimin could let him go, shuddering.
“Jungkookie,” Jimin whispered. His hands cup around the hybrid’s tits, fingers rubbing over the material of the bralette. “We should make these bigger.”
They were lying in bed, in the middle of the night. Way too late for playtime. But Jungkook couldn’t say no. These days, he thinks that Jimin knows best. Before, he’d resist Jimin’s ministrations, not understanding why his owner was so insistent on rubbing that icky cream on him. He soon realized that he loved the way it felt after, and always did, without fail. Jimin knew he’d like it. So saying no was useless.
“Can...can’t make them grow, I don’t think,” Jungkook whispered, and Jimin grins, pressing a fond kiss to his cheek.
“If I knew a way, would you let me?”
Jungkook was puzzled. His udders were so big already, they would just hurt his back more if they grew. But he nods anyway, blushing, and Jimin smiles even wider. “Okay, Daddy,” He whispered, and Jimin hums.
The human started envisioning Jungkook’s naked body with full tits—how big, he wondered? Jungkook was a C-cup, an impressive size for cow hybrids who haven’t gotten their first milking. When Jungkook finally got knocked up, they would swell up. Could imagine Jungkook’s soft blush as he crawled helplessly, tits hanging heavy and low, dripping with milk. Jimin’s cock twitched in his pants.
“How about I put a little one inside you now, hm?”
“W-wha-- you—” Jungkook gasped. Jimin was on top of him in an instant, spreading his legs. The hybrid had stopped wearing panties at this point, knowing that they’d be ruined by his owner anyway.
“Sssh,” said Jimin. He pulls Jungkook’s bralette up and leans down to suckle on his breasts, eliciting a loud whine from the hybrid. “You let me take care of this, alright? All you need to do is let me.”
“O-okay, Daddy,” Jungkook whispered, then gasped out a moan as Jimin slid between Jungkook’s parted thighs. His tongue laves over his sensitive labia, parting them and licking at the sweet wetness. Jungkook tasted like honey to him, almost as sweet as the little hybrid himself. Little sounds escape Jungkook’s lips, watching Jimin with wide eyes. “It’s icky!” He squeaked, confused and halfway swamped in his own pleasure.. “It’s dirty down there!”
Jimin smiles and wraps his lips around Jungkook’s clit, effectively silencing any protests as Jungkook moans whorishly. The human ate him out for about a minute, then aimed his hard cock, and pressed in.
Jungkook yelped, feeling the wide stretch. It would’ve hurt so much more if Jimin hadn’t spent weeks building up to it. Jimin felt big, almost scarily so. Big and heavy inside of Jungkook. He lets out a quiet moo, hands reaching up to hold onto Jimin’s shoulders. “Ungh,” Jungkook grunts out. “S’big. D’nt know how it fit.” His words sound a bit slurred.
“Good, sweetheart. Doing so well for me.” Jimin cooed. Jungkook nodded, eyes wide and pupils dilated, and Jimin rocked his hips against Jungkook again, pushing the hybrid’s thighs further apart. “What an obedient little cow” he whispered, sliding his hand down Jungkook’s tummy, and pushing a finger into the hybrid’s pussy alongside his own cock. “Jesus, you’re tight. So fucking good for me. You’re just hungry for it, huh? Slutty little cow.”
Jimin lifts Jungkook into his arms easily. Jungkook was so pliant and soft for him. So perfect. He peppers the hybrid’s cheek with fond little kisses, grinning when he sees how Jungkook smiles at him. “Tightest fucking cunt-- god, you’re fucking mine forever.” Jimin whispered, and Jungkook hugged him, wrapping his legs around Jimin’s waist, eyes wide and uncertain. He could feel Jimin’s cock sliding in and out of him.
“Love you, daddy,” Jungkook feels dizzy with arousal.
Jimin doesn’t respond to that. “You’re still dripping, hm.” He can hear the squelching. It’d be disgusting if it weren’t for the fact that Jimin wanted this. This is what he’d worked for. “Now I can take my time with you. Gonna put a cute little baby in your stomach. Would you let me fuck our baby too, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes,” Jungkook forced out, voice shaking. Jimin kisses away his tears, and then licks into Jungkook’s mouth. “But y-you’re g’na love them more t-than me. D’nt want you to forget me.”
Jimin laughs. “You really think I would forget you?” he whispered to Jungkook, stroking his cheek, and the hybrid frowned, shaking his head. “You’re my little cow. You’re made to be mine. M’gonna love the babies you push out, but you’ll always be my sweetheart.” Jimin kissed him again when Jungkook opened his mouth to spew out more doubt, slow and deep. Jungkook trembled, still bouncing on his dick.
“You’re gonna carry so many of my babies, aren’t you?”
Jungkook sniffled, gulping back tears.
“Say it, Jungkookie.”
“Gonna carry so many babies,” Jungkook gasped, on a particularly hard thrust. He was relaxing, finally, every buck of Jimin’s hips punctuated with a wet slap.
“And who’s going to be my favorite little cow forever?”
“I am,” Jungkook sniffled. “I’m Daddy’s favorite little cow.”
Jimin almost laughs out loud as Jungkook got impossibly wetter. The hybrid moaned mindlessly, wrapping his arms and legs around Jimin again as he pounded into the creature. “You love me.”
“I do, Daddy. Kookie loves Daddy s-so much.”
Fingers start to pinch and rub vigorously at Jungkook’s clit, then the hybrid is gone, crying out and squirting almost viciously all over Jimin’s cock.
Jimin would never get enough of Jungkook. In the later years to come, even if he’d really gone through with fucking his own children once they were of age-- Jungkook would truly be his favorite for the rest of his days.
When Jungkook falls asleep, Jimin sinks into his wet pussy again. Just to make sure he would really get knocked up. He was craving some milk, after all.