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Dayspring sighs a soft moo. Logan pet over his horns to help keep him calm.
"I am calm, you idiot," the bull mentally chided.
Logan sighed and tugged on his reins, making the metal of the finishings rattle against Dayspring's metal parts. "You don't feel very calm."
Over the past few months, Logan and Dayspring had been bonding, and they had become quite the pair. It was hard not to with how much Logan cared. This included Logan figuring out how to reverse-engineer the bull's powers. He'd been perfecting his technique of lightly probing inside of his bull's mind.
So, as they snuggled in the stall together, they chatted back and forth. Logan was thankfully not thought to be crazy, but just a very good improviser when it came to "talking" with his cow.
"Quit that," Dayspring huffed, letting out an agitated snort in his direction. "It's none of your business how I feel."
Logan just hummed, "Uh-huh. That's not what the contract says."
Dayspring snorted again, this time it was full of anger, he scraped a hoof against the floor like he was threatening to charge.
"Fucking try me, squirt. See what happens," Logan growled back, his training in herding cattle coming back to him in full force. "I'll make you into a god damn new pair of boots, maybe even a new hat too, if I'm lucky."
Dayspring seemed to back down, surprised at Logan's words. He ‘harrumphed’ before turning his nose up to the barn roof.
"Yeah that's what I thought. Now… you done being a fucking drama queen?"
The bull rolled his eyes and moo'd a very unimpressed moo, crossing his arms before he spoke mentally to Logan. "Mhm… depends. You gonna keep dreaming about me?"
"That's it!" Logan spat on the ground of the stall before going to literally grab the bull by the horns. "You wanna behave like a little calf? I'll treat you like one!"
Dayspring huffed and rolled his weight onto Logan, he was in a sitting position already so tipping himself onto Logan to pin him was easy.
Except, this milk-maid was as stubborn. He held the bull's horns as the animal snorted in his face and tried to push him further into the floor. Except, Dayspring's ego was too big for his horns.
Because of the shape and size of his horns, he simply boxed Logan's head in. This gave Logan leverage to donkey kick him right in the sternum.
Logan growled as he tumbled over, quickly chasing the bull onto his back and pinning his horns to the ground, straddling him.
"Ornery sum'bitch you are." Logan laughed.
The bull huffed back, clearly not happy with this turn of events.
"Seems like you just needed to play for a bit, hm? That get all your asshole energy out?"
Dayspring snorted in his face again, Logan couldn't help but cough at the smell.
"Wooo-wee! When's the last time you brushed, Dayspring?"
Dayspring rolled his eyes, bucking Logan off with a huff. "Dunno. You're in charge of that. Or did I hit you so hard that you forgot?"
Logan smirked at him. "You make a good point for bein' such a smart ass. C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up and pretty for your partner."
Thankfully, Dayspring was in a reasonably good mood after their mini-romp.
Their preferred way of getting around was a favorite among the staff and those who toured the farm. Logan sat on Dayspring's shoulders like he was a mechanical bull. He was part metal so it wasn't too far off.
Dr. McCoy always warned them that prolonged periods of weight on Dayspring's shoulders would be detrimental. Yet, Logan was pretty sure his bull wouldn't be giving up his milk-maid and this is how he kept him literally within arms reach. Besides, it made it way easier when Forge helped them make a modified set of reins to take the weight of Logan off his bull's shoulders.
Dayspring used to be hard to corral or to get anywhere but with Logan, he was a breeze. Easy as can be. Any other milk-maid had him pulling against his reins and fighting against them with everything he had.
Thankfully, Logan knew that Dayspring just wanted to play when he was wanting to fight. So, after Dayspring got all his energy out, he found himself wanting to cuddle up with Logan, so this method of carrying Logan around was their compromise when they had work to do.
Once they entered into the shower stall, Logan was lifted off his shoulders and onto the ground. He took Dayspring's reins and hooked them to the shower. The bull waited to the side while the shower warmed up. Logan started to strip and hang up his uniform.
Once warm, Logan shut the gate to the stall and walked over to take off Dayspring's harness. Once off and to the side, the two got under the shower together.
Dayspring moo'd in happy satisfaction as Logan sighed, feeling his muscles relax.
"C'mon Tiny, lemme get behind your ears." Logan motioned and the bull bowed his head to him. He took the loofah and started to scrub it behind his ears, though, because of the special occasion he was being more thorough than normal. Dayspring ended up kneeling to help his back hurt less. Logan then proceeded to scrub his back, horns, ears, hair, and tail. He washed all of him, even taking special care to pull back his foreskin to clean and to clean extra around his ass.
The bull was half hard in his hands when he was done.
Logan let out a breath,his own hot and partially hard cock hanging between his legs, it had been a while since their last session…
"Here, let me help—" Dayspring mentally rang.
Logan smacked his hand away, "No way fur-ball, save your cum for your lover and the milking room."
"You don't have to. Save it for the milking room, that is."
Logan grumbled, eyes searching the tiles between his hairy feet. "I know I— just—" He sighed, "— I have work to do."
"You'll be able to focus better if you let me help."
God damn it… how come this animal was smarter than him?
"Because, the idea that humans are the dominant and most intelligent species has just been reinforced by aggressive colonization techniques. It's also hard when said dominant species sees it as a weakness that other species wouldn't commit such heinous acts, out of care and humanity rather than force and power gain."
Logan blinked, he had never thought of that before… not to mention, how did his bull know all of this?
"I went to Harvard."
"Yeah— wait, really?"
Dayspring snorted, "Yes. Cow Harvard."
Logan frowned, feeling heat rise to his cheeks, "you're a fucking ass, you know that?" Dayspring moo'd laughed at him, Logan just splashed him with water grumpily. "You're still not sucking my dick."
"Yet."
The rest of the shower went normally. Then, it was onto the next step, pampering. Logan dried them both off as he walked out and down the stalls and into the bath house. Logan was so happy he worked somewhere that really cared for their animals and their workers by proxy. He and Dayspring got into the warm bath and soaked together for a few minutes before Logan got to his next task.
"Hands. C'mon Tiny."
With an unhappy grunt, Dayspring lifted his hands out of the water and placed them in Logan's own. He let out a pleasant yawn as he trimmed them, causing Dayspring to yawn in return, large tongue lolling out of his mouth.
Dayspring mentally messaged him again, sounding sleepier than ever, "quit that. I'm gonna fall asleep before we even get to the good part."
"Is that what you youngin's call it now?" Logan snickered.
He got splashed with water in return.
A little later on, Logan was sitting on the side of the bath while Dayspring's head laid back on his legs, body still in the water. He brushed his long grey hair, humming quietly as he went.
"You know… I haven't done this in a while."
Dayspring's eyes barely opened in response, "done what?"
"Brushed someone's hair… I ever tell you I have a daughter?"
Dayspring's eyes blinked shut in response, "you haven't mentioned her, no."
"Hm… her name's Laura."
Dayspring gave a sleepy moo in response, body sagging back into Logan's thighs.
"What do you think you'll name it?"
"Hm?"
"Yer' calf. The baby."
Dayspring sighed. "Dunno. I…"
Logan's heart clenched as he felt a wave of sadness, grief, and heartache waft over his mind.
Dayspring continued, "… I—"
But Logan cut him off, "Its okay. I get it."
The two shared in quiet knowing silence for a while. Heartbeats echoing what neither of them dare uttered.
Logan just hummed quietly as he braided Dayspring's hair.
The two stayed in the bathhouse, having the entire place to themselves, letting the steam dance around them as they relaxed. Eventually, Logan had Dayspring lay face down on a massage table to the side of the pool.
Logan rubbed coconut oil up and down the bull's back, focusing on his lower back. He remembered what he'd learned in training, to help keep joint pain down and their coats smooth and shiny, massages with plenty of coconut oil helped. Logan made sure to get in between the scar tissue between Dayspring's metal and flesh, along with the ridges within the metal.
By the time they were done, Dayspring had been plenty pampered, his teeth had even been brushed. He looked plenty sleepy and ready for a nap.
Except, Logan brought him his favorite treat. Kale and tomatoes. The big bull ate the beefsteak tomatoes whole while chewing thoroughly on the kale. Once done, they trotted back to the stall and took a well deserved nap, cuddling up together under the heated blanket for warmth.
Logan, though, was woken up by a very eager Dayspring. His body was barely awake as he felt a warm heat envelope his cock.
"Dayspring…" Logan mumbled sleepily, "…what did I say?"
A low sleepy moo vibrated around his cock.
"Mhm… fuck you feel good." Logan shook himself awake with a buck into the bull's mouth. He moaned loudly, body arching off the bed.
"Can I put my fingers in you?" Dayspring groaned in his mind.
Logan couldn't even say it, another gasp getting torn from his throat as he moaned "yes!" Within his mind.
Dayspring wasted no time, his fingers coming up to his own mouth to be slicked with saliva only to be brought to his milk-maid's hole.
Then a knock came at the stall. Logan shuttered and kept his hand over his mouth to keep quiet. Sure, sex wasn't exactly taboo around here but it was more polite to keep the noise to a minimum to not disturb the animals.
"Hello?" a new voice rang. "I swore I heard Logan in here."
Logan gulped down a breath as he steadied his voice to speak, except that was foiled by another finger being pressed against his prostate.
He muffled a moan around his fist before speaking shakily, "Matt? T-That you?"
Logan tried to push Dayspring off but the bull snorted a warning around his cock and began to suck the tip harder. His wide flat tongue teased against his glans as Logan bucked up and into his mouth.
Matt, thankfully was in much better shape, "Heh. I hear you're having a good time already! Good. It'll get Dayspring warmed up. Speaking of which, I got Triple-W and Little Hunter here for Dayspring!"
Logan looked in slight horror at the two new cattle staring at him getting sucked off. Triple W, hairless and covered in scars, while Little Hunter had grey skin, black fur, and a white skull on his chest along with horns large enough to rival Dayspring's.
They looked just as worked up as Logan felt.
Logan gasped over and over again, biting into his fist as he came, trying and failing to muffle the noise the best he could.
Dayspring sucked him through it and swallowed, popping off with a satisfied moo the other two cattle echoed excitedly back to him.
Dayspring licked his lips as he spoke mentally to Logan, "You got me both of them? Oh lucky me."
"Spoiled is more like it," Logan heaved, letting his body fall back onto the pillows in the bed to rest.
Matt cleared his throat. "Uh… Logan. You okay?"
Logan gulped. "Yeah-h," his voice cracked, "yeah, yeah! I'm fine. Let's get going."
All three of the cattle were thankfully very cooperative. No fighting, no pushing, just lots of rubbing and scenting one another. Chatting with moos and huffs. Triple W was the most chatty, Little Hunter was the least.
Logan sighed, part of him wished he could understand all of them, so he could help them all out in the same way he helped Dayspring.
Once again, they were inside the milking room. Everything was clean and sterile and ready for them.
"So… think you'll be okay with the three of them on your own?" Matt asked, his walking stick clicking on the bricks of the room.
Logan huffed, "yeah. I'll be okay. Thanks Matt. I'll call you on the radio if I need anything."
Matt saluted him before walking out and off to his next assignment.
Logan turned to his two new cattle, hands on his hips. "Well, well, well… Triple W, you gonna be an asshole today?"
Logan scowled as the bull nodded, a fuck-ass grin plastered on his pocked skin.
Logan sighed. "Figures." He turned to Little Hunter and said, "what about you? You gonna be an asshole today?"
Little Hunter didn't respond or didn't understand him, he played silent either way.
"Well, that answers that." Logan sighed again and turned to Dayspring. "Alright bub, up on the bench."
Dayspring didn't argue, in fact, he seemed rather eager and excited. Logan buckled him in per usual and patted his ass.
"Alright Dayspring, you want some prep or— oh!"
Little Hunter was already on the job, kneeling to his hole and delving his thick tongue inside Dayspring.
"Well that works." Logan said with a nod, he turned to Dayspring's front to help relax him but Triple W was already on the case. The smaller Bull was carding his fingers through Dayspring's long hair, undoing the braid that had been just done. Once done, the two collided in a kiss, tongue forcefully invading each other's mouths.
Logan let out a huff, well shit.
For once, he didn't feel needed.
"Oh shut up," Dayspring said inside of his mind. "Just because I'm enjoying their company, doesn't mean I don't want yours too."
Logan gasped as he was pulled towards Dayspring, Triple W whining as he got pushed out of the way. He gasped in surprise as his cow's tongue was shoved into his mouth as they kissed. He barely got any time to breathe before Triple W's tongue was on him, licking his neck and beard as he felt Logan up.
"It doesn't meant they don't want yours either," Dayspring said, a low moo rumbling from his throat, the other two echoed it back. Slightly muffled as their mouths were occupied.
Dayspring moo'd in anticipation, mouth drooling as a sound of low repetitive moo's came out, followed by a new moo that Logan hadn't heard before.
He panicked for a moment before Dayspring reassured him, "You're sweet to worry about me Logan, but I assure you that was a positive noise."
Logan shook his head from his own mental distraction, "Uh— positive?"
"Positive as in, I'm letting them know my heat’s started." Dayspring let out a full body shiver that caused the breeding bench to rattle, his body clenching every muscle before relaxing.
The other two perked up, taking this as a sign. Little Hunter pulled out his tongue and ran his slightly fluffy hands over Dayspring's body.
"You fucking tease," Dayspring echoed within Logan's mind. "Logan, I won't be able to talk to you much longer. I'll have to focus my energy elsewhere, obviously."
"Loud and clear, bub." Logan said, soft chuckle escaping his lips.
As soon as that confirmation was said, Dayspring clenched and rattled in his restraints again. His body twitching against his binds in an effort to unintentionally free himself. Logan's heart broke as he heard Dayspring give several short moo's of loneliness, the two other cattle echoed back to him in tandem.
Except, Logan noticed the cattle seemed to be content in letting Dayspring writhe unhappily.
Logan witnessed cattle being mistreated for too long to let this slide. Especially, with his bull.
"Hey you two, get on with it. Ya heard him. He's lonely," Logan huffed.
Triple W and Little Hunter looked at him like he had grown a second head.
Logan scowled. This wouldn't do.
The milk-maid came around the back of the breeding bench and spread Dayspring's ass with both hands.
"Not sure what you two are cryin' about but my bull here is looking for a mate or two, he's not a god damn town crier."
Logan grabbed the lube from his overalls and squirted plenty on Dayspring's hole. He had taken to his electro-stimulation treatment so well that his hole was becoming well accustomed to the stretch. So, two fingers right out the gate was nothing to his Dayspring.
Logan looked up to realize he had a cow on each side of him, they watched his fingers move in a rhythmic motion.
"What? You never seen a milker get bred before? What's gotten into you two?" Logan huffed again, getting more and more annoyed that his bull wasn't getting treated like he deserved.
He focused on his job, two fingers quickly grew to four and Dayspring's tail curled happily around Logan's wrist as he gave small puffs of air. Enjoying the attention and touch from his milk-maid.
Logan pulled out his fingers and Dayspring snorted, clearly very unhappy. "Which one of you wants first dibs?"
Both bulls stared at him, they looked weary at the thought.
Logan sighed. "Christ almighty, why the hell don't you two wanna breed him?"
The cows looked down in shame.
Logan was getting irritated. "Okay— Triple W, you bred Baby Boy last week? He's pregnant now. What gives?"
Triple W scratched the back of his head. He shuffled his hooves on the floor. He took a small step forwards. Approaching Dayspring slowly.
Dayspring moo'd impatiently at Triple W. Logan patted his back for encouragement. The smaller cow blushing at the milk maid.
Something was going on here that Logan didn't fully understand.
He stood on his milking stool and hopped up to straddle Dayspring's back. He was eye level with Triple W, and he eyed Little Hunter who was watching curiously as he got comfortable on the bulls back.
Triple W's tail started wagging back and forth at this. Logan took that as a good sign. He grunted as he smacked Dayspring's ass, the cow mooed in surprise.
"C'mere W', let me help you out."
With those final words, Triple W came bounding forwards and connected his scarred lips with Logan's. Logan happily returned the kiss. He reached down between their legs and grunted as he felt Triple W's cock grinding against his overalls. He took his cock, while still kissing him, and began to guide it into Dayspring's hole. As the tip popped in, all three of the Cattle began mooing in pleasure. Triple W's eyes rolled back as he kissed Logan and thrusted into Dayspring's hole.
The bull on the breeding bench was happy he was finally getting what he wanted. He grunted and groaned loudly, panting as his body twitched in oversensitive pleasure.
Logan pulled away from the bull and smiled. "See? Not so hard once you get started! Good boy. Keep going."
Logan hopped down off of his bull and moved the milking stool to sit down. He was eye level with Dayspring's leaking cock. Despite the vet visit, his balls looked engorged again.
He got his usual equipment ready, preparing to milk his bull. Floor, clean and dry, check. Milk bottles, at the ready, check. Gloves, on, check—
A very loud and ornery Dayspring interrupted his checklist. He immediately shot up from the stool and went to his Bulls side.
"What's wrong, Dayspring?"
Dayspring threw a look over his shoulder, a very angry huff leaving his nostrils.
Logan looked back to Triple W, who was keeling over Dayspring's back with a very happy look on his face. He was mooing in deep pleasure as the bell on his collar rattled with joy.
Logan sighed, he came over to Triple W and got them to make eye contact. "Hey."
The cow moo'd at him and licked his cheek happily.
"Did you just cum?"
Triple W's ears folded in and he nodded bashfully.
Logan sighed. "Didn't even get a chance to milk my bull or you…" Logan tsk'd, "alright, pull out."
Logan watched Dayspring's hole twitch around his cock as the bull pulled out, softening cock now dripping and hanging between his legs. He placed his gloved hands at his bull's hole and spread him. The cow moo'd happily but Logan just grunted.
He turned to Triple W. "You call this a load? Jesus. Forgot you were a breeder, not a milker."
Logan turned as the cow moo'd shyly, a small grin on his face.
"Hm? You like that? Me making fun of you for your tiny little load? I mean Jesus, you're clearly only good for getting pregnant."
The cow's knees buckled, sending Triple W to the floor in a fury of repetitive moo's, letting Logan know he was very turned on.
Logan smirked at the bull, he remembered in his very first training session, with Baby Boy and Triple W, how much Triple W loved being shamed for being basically a cum dump and for being useless for anything but that. It made him grip Baby Boy tighter and made Baby Boy's load even bigger.
So maybe Logan brought him along just to shame him, so he could spoil the little guy. Just because he had a soft spot for cows that were in abusive farms like he was a part of. Sue him.
"C'mon little hunter, yer' up to bat."
Logan's voice got caught in his throat as he saw the bull's pink cock get smacked against his bull's back. Seeing how deeply the big guy was going to fuck his bull was alarming and also so hot.
"Shit." Logan gulped. He took Little Hunter's cock head and positioned it at his bull's slightly gaping hole. "God you are really fuckin' flared."
Little hunter moo'd a thank you as Logan began to slick him up with lube. Logan's mouth watered as the bull's cock throbbed in his hands.
He wanted it inside him so badly.
He kept thinking about Dayspring's promise of "next time" after their first session. That threat of him pinning Logan down and fucking him right then and there still swam in his mind every once and a while.
He's confident he could take Triple W, no problem. Little Hunter would be more of a challenge but he was confident he could get there and then Dayspring would be the real challenge and—
A drooling impatient moo interrupted his thoughts, he may have projected that to Dayspring. Oops.
He cleared his thoughts and helped position the cow's cock at his hole, holding it steady as he sheathed it. He gasped as it popped inside and Dayspring wailed. The bull slowly pushed his cock inside, fat flared tip stretching and scratching at his walls.
Logan was jealous again.
He gulped and let the bulls get to it, distracting himself by sitting back down on the stool and going through his checklist again.
Floor, clean and dry, check. Milk bottles, at the ready, check. Gloves, on—
Dayspring wailed again, and Logan tried to ignore it, he did. He distracted himself by going to the base of Dayspring's shaft and going to stroke downwards to start milking—
His breath got caught in his throat.
He could see the stomach bulge Little Hunter was giving Dayspring. Each slow stroke from the bull, caused that flared fat tip to bulge out his bull's stomach.
Logan couldn't help it when his hand went to his overalls and squeezed on his cock, trying to will his hard on away.
It didn't work, of course.
He stroked Dayspring's cock into the milk bottle, ignoring the bulge's movement from the corner of his eye.
Until, his bull's head dropped down between the legs on the breeding bench.
His face was contorted in pure pleasure, drool coming from his flushed cheeks and red lips as his bell rang. His cock throbbed in Logan's grip as he saw the milk-maid stroking him off, tears collecting in his eyes.
Logan smiled and patted his bull's cheek. "You're doing great, bub."
The bull turned and began to suck on Logan's thumb. Logan's knees shook and he groaned. "Fucking really great," he whispered.
Using his one free hand to make sure Dayspring's cock was positioned into the bottle, he went back to adjust himself again. In that moment, the cow wailed around his thumb.
"Two seconds and I'll get my hand back on you bub—"
Except Logan realized that he didn't need to.
Dayspring was filling up the bottle, coming untouched from the huge cock in his ass.
Logan snorted. "oh! Shit good job Dayspring! Good boy. Good job to you too, Little Hunter—" the cow moo'd in thanks. "Good boys!"
Logan stood up, giving his knees a break as he watched the bulls fuck. He walked around to see Little Hunter's view and oh he wasn't disappointed.
He just wished Dayspring could talk to him.
"It's too fucking big— fuck— fuck it feels so good—"
Logan's knees buckled and he fell as he got a brief message from Dayspring. He could feel everything, the pleasure, Little Hunter's cock inside of him and—
He looked up and saw that Triple W had decided to make himself useful and began to lick at Little Hunter's hole.
He groaned at the sight, fuck he was about to cream his fucking overalls from that brief message. Maybe there was a reason he shouldn't talk to Dayspring mentally during this.
Logan's hearing aided him though, he whipped his head around to the milk bottle and heard the pitch getting higher and higher as Dayspring filled it up. He quickly swapped it out with a new one, spilling only a few drops.
Then his cow got much louder.
He looked up and saw that Little Hunter had opted for more shallow quick thrusts. Focusing his wide tip right over Dayspring's prostate, rubbing it over and over again. He noticed the bottle got filled up in record time. Logan gasped and switched it out again. He had to do it a few more times too, he actually ran out of milk bottles and started to use buckets. He knew there was some extra in the storage closet but that was on the other side of the room.
He needed help with getting more containers. Now.
He reached to his pockets, found it empty, reached to the other one, and found it empty again.
Shit, he left his radio in the stall. He had no way of letting Matt, or anyone, know he needed help. If he didn't find more buckets or bottles soon, there was gonna be a huge mess.
He panicked slightly as he watched the last bucket fill up, not taking his eyes off it.
"Hey! Triple W!" he yelled.
The cow looked at him with dazed eyes as he licked his lips.
"I need buckets and bottles, can you go find more for me?"
The cow nodded with a sleepy moo.
Logan sighed in relief, but the cow didn't move to get up, he just crawled in between Dayspring's legs.
"What are you—"
Triple W didn't move the bucket out of the way, yet, he just suctioned his warm scarred mouth onto the bull's cock and moaned.
Logan blinked in disbelief as he watched Triple W chug Dayspring's milk like it was no problem. He took deep but quick gulps.
Logan watched in awe, moving the bucket out of the way as Triple W laid down under Dayspring's cock and sucked it. He used his hands to stroke off the bull and guzzle all that he had to offer while he breathed through his nose. He let out a content and happy moo each time he got another mouthful of milk.
Logan gulped again, fuck he wished he thought of doing that. He gasped as he heard all three of them moo in combined pleasure.
He saw Little Hunter's thrusts began to speed up and Dayspring's hooves curled upwards. He looked down and saw Triple W's stomach began to bulge with how much milk was getting put in him. He groaned at the lack of stimulation and began to rub himself through his overalls.
Little Hunter finally wailed and drooled heavily as he plunged as deep as he could into Dayspring's hole. Their muscles tensed as they shared another orgasm. The breeding bench rattled as Dayspring cried out in overstimulation.
That bulge in his stomach began to get a lot bigger.
It was Little Hunter's turn to be milked and this bull's balls were huge. As he emptied them inside of Dayspring, the pair moo'd in unison, tails awkwardly entangling in one another as Little Hunter guaranteed to get Dayspring pregnant.
Once the fanfare was done, Logan finally looked down to Triple W, whose eyes were crossed as Dayspring's cock leaked its last drop onto his forehead. He groaned and looked drunk off of the milk. His body twitched as his stomach raised and fell, fat with milk, it flopped over the sides of his hips and onto the floor. Logan even noticed the little champ had his own cum splattered between his legs from another orgasm.
He groaned as he saw Dayspring's stomach. Taught and heavy over his cock as it hung between the bench restraints. His tits already, somehow, looked fat with milk.
He walked uncomfortably to the back of the breeding bench and looked in the breeding kit he got. He pulled out one of the, honestly, giant, plugs and lubed it up.
He directed Little Hunter first, saying, "You're gonna pull out, slowly."
Little Hunter nodded sternly, clearly taking this very seriously. He backed up, hooves clicking on the stone floor.
"Stop," Logan commanded.
The large bull stopped, tip stretching Dayspring's hole as he waited.
Logan positioned the plug right above his hole. "Now."
As soon as Little Hunter fully pulled out, Logan quickly pushed the plug in its place. Dayspring let out, only a small, huff of discomfort at its large size.
Logan sighed, his own knees shaking, both from a job well done and a lack of stimulation.
He shakily walked around to Dayspring's front. He pet over the soft fuzz of the beast's slightly matted fur. He placed his reins on his head and pulled him so they were eye level.
"You little shit… you're gonna get me my biggest bonus to date. You hear me? I think I owe you a thank you, at least."
The cow, clearly too tired to telepathically talk again yet, licked a stripe up Logan's cheek with a happy moo.
Logan laughed and scrubbed the saliva from his cheek. "Alright. Alright. Big guy I get it, love you too." He began to undo the bull's restraints so he could move again. "Think you can get up for me?"
Dayspring nodded, in a daze, he began to slowly sit up, engorged stomach jiggling as he pulled up and out of the bench. His insides gurgled as he adjusted to the new weight.
Logan tried and failed to control his breathing at seeing his bull looking pregnant already. "O-Oh— good boy." He bit his lip and used his hat to cover his face slightly. "Jesus."
Triple W waddled as he stood, stomach also ballooning with fresh milk. He whimpered and held his stomach, half-hard cock hanging between his legs.
Logan clipped the reins on all of his cattle and checked that they weren't too tight or too loose. He sighed shakily as he opened the door. He flipped the sign that the breeding room was closed for cleaning.
He started up the hallway to go to the aftercare room, his two waddling cattle following slowly behind as Little Hunter pulled him forwards. He kept having to fight with little hunter to not pull him and the other two cattle with him. Little fucker was ornery as hell right now. Logan couldn't blame him but so much.
Once they got to the room, Little Hunter had already opened, somehow, the cattle-proof door and pulled them all inside. Logan was going to get the reins off all three of them but Little Hunter hoisted him up by his overall straps and threw him on the nearest hay bed.
He landed with an 'omph' keeping a hand on his hat so he wouldn't lose it.
"Hey what's the—"
He got cut off as Little Hunter immediately pushed his nose into Logan's crotch and sniffed, hard. His tongue darted out and he licked the cotton fabric before grunting unhappily at not being able to taste his cock.
"Hey! Little Asshole, I gotta attend to these two before you try and get in my pants."
Little Hunter say back and grumpily 'harrumphed' as he crossed his arms.
Logan rolled his eyes and stood. His body wobbling slightly at being re-calibrated after that throw. He walked over to Dayspring and Triple W, who were currently in the other half of the hay bed. They were making out, drooling over each other's chests and fattened stomachs as they touched and rubbed each other.
Logan got up and grabbed a bottle of coconut oil and came back, he knelt down next to the other two cattle.
"Mind if I butt in?"
Dayspring was finally back inside of Logan’s mind. His words flowed over Logan’s mind with a certain smugness to them, "not at all."
Logan gave a content sigh at having his bull back in his mind. His body relaxed a bit as he got the oil out and rubbed it all over Dayspring's tummy. It melted between his fingers and caused the cow to give little chuffs, like he was laughing.
"Hey," Dayspring rumbled, "that tickles."
Logan snorted a happy laugh, still rubbing as he talked back to him mentally, "you didn't complain earlier."
"You're right… must've been too busy thinking about being bred by Little Hunter's gorgeous cock."
Logan bit his lip as he added more oil and motioned for Dayspring to come closer. He groaned as the bull's tongue was shoved down his throat and they began to kiss.
He hadn't rubbed in enough oil yet but he couldn't help the way his hands wandered to Dayspring's tits. "Mhm… god yer' already looking so full here. Didn't think that was possible with yer' gorgeous tits, they were already huge before."
Logan got pulled from his telekinetic dirty talk as Triple W licked his cheek.
He chuckled as he pulled off Dayspring's tongue,. "Mhm… someone's jealous."
"They're lucky I don't mind sharing," Dayspring mentally shot back, a lot of jealousy was attached to the mental message.
Little Hunter's cock slotted between Logan's thighs, that flared tip knocked against the front of his balls stuffed up inside his overalls.
"Mhm… you sure Dayspring? Last chance." Logan smiled as he went to kiss Triple W who whined and moo'd happily.
"Hm…" A smug tone invaded Logan's mind. "As long as I get a front row seat, I don't mind."
Logan mentally purred back at him, arousal coating his words, "I'll keep that in mind for next time." He paused kissing Triple W momentarily. The milk-maid reached up and grabbed Little Hunter's reins, pulling him down harshly to meet Logan's eyes, forcing his back to bend. He chuckled at the way it made Little Hunter's cock throb between his legs from being handled so roughly.
He made sure to get the cow's ears right next to his lips as he spoke, "You watch and be a good boy as I open myself up for you on Triple W's cock, and you can breed me next. How's that?"
Little Hunter licked his cheek in agreement.
"Good boy." Logan patted his cheek as a reward.
Logan wiggled forward, feeling slightly trapped by the three cattle that encircled him. He chuckled and took off his hat, placing it aside as he stripped. He started to go slow, bathing in the attention that he was getting as the— somehow — still horny, cattle drooled and licked their lips.
Once fully nude, he placed his uniform folded and to the side. He grabbed the coconut oil again and began to rub it on Triple W's stomach. The cow whined under his touch as he let out a deep satisfied moo, clearly letting Logan know how good it felt.
"Shh shh… good boy," Logan cooed.
"I think that's my line," Dayspring rang, ghost hands coming over to grip and spread Logan’s ass.
The milk-maid gasped as he felt his cheeks get spread. His body easily gave way to a ghost finger covered in oil. He groaned, eyes fluttering as his body was happy to finally get some sort of stimulation. He couldn't help but eagerly fuck his hips back onto the finger as he rubbed on the cow’s stomach.
He groaned as one finger became two, his body not complaining once. His cock hung hard between his legs as he tried to focus on rubbing the oil in. Yet, his pace faltered and his hands began to slip as a third and fourth finger were added.
Shit, he knew he had been practicing at home with dildos after work but he didn't expect this much of a difference. It felt so fucking good.
He groaned as he was bent over, face pressed into a hay filled pillow as his ass was high in the air. He could only focus on pleasure, until he felt a thumb press at his hole.
"Wait. You're not fisting me—"
Dayspring snorted, like he was surprised Logan would even say no. "I'm not?"
"Not yet. Let his cock do some of the stretching."
Dayspring shrugged, like he couldn't argue with that logic.
Logan sat up and scooted forwards to stroke Triple W, who was having no problems getting hard again. He straddled his hips, hand on his belly, hand on the cow’s cock, and lined it up with his hole. He grinned as he felt his hair cling to the bull's cock briefly before it sank inside with a wet squelch. He grinned as there was no burn, he was proud of himself. He sank his hips down, slower than he probably needed, and got to the ring that rested at the bottom of the shaft.
He let out a hot breath as his rim sank past the ring of muscle easily. "Fuck that's good."
He wiggled his hips a bit and saw Triple W's eyes had gone cross. He laughed and grabbed the bull's reins. He pulled on them, forcing the bull's distended stomach to be pushed between their torsos.
"Hey sweetheart. You with me? Or did you get a little too drunk from being a milk bottle?"
The cow moaned and bucked into Logan, cock twitching as his hips snapped once and—
Logan let out a sad breath as he felt the cow's balls draw up against his hole and his cock pulse inside him. His muscles tensed as he whimpered below him.
"Already? I was hoping you'd last a little bit longer for me."
Triple W wailed and shook his head. Logan chuckled, as he meanly pressed on his stomach and made his orgasm even more layered by mixing pressure and some pain ontop of the pleasure.
"Can't even breed me properly, can you? Like I said, you're much better as a cum dump anyway. They call you a breeder for a reason, don't they?"
Triple W moo'd and nodded frantically, thrusting shallowly up into his ass, Logan bit his lip and rode each one out. They felt good. His cock filled him up but truly it was much too deep to get him off in the way he preferred.
He groaned as he popped off the cow’s cock, moaning as it slapped wetly against his own cock, and sneered, "what a shame, what a shame. I was hoping I'd come on your cock but maybe next time."
He bent himself over the cow, their stomachs touching, as he grinned at Little Hunter from over his shoulder. He spanked his hairy ass and made a 'C'mere' motion with two of his fingers. He could feel the cold air inside of his asshole as it was slightly gaping.
Little Hunter was on him in a flash, Logan grabbed his reins and gasped as he felt the cock press against his hole. He grinned as he felt it attempt to press into him. The bull's cock slipped and slid up his back. He felt how deep he was going to go if he hilted him fully.
Shit this bull was gonna rearrange his guts.
He couldn't wait.
He looked over and saw Dayspring stroking his cock as he watched the three of them. He was drooling, his heat clearly still in effect as he watched.
"You're really into this, huh?"
"You have no idea," Dayspring moaned back.
Logan huffed and reached back, groping Little Hunter's cock as he put the tip to his hole. He couldn't get it the first time but after a little more lube on his hole and the tip, Logan slid it home with a loud gasp.
He groaned and gasped as the tip stretched his insides, his soft walls closing easily around the shaft that followed after. It didn't burn one bit. The pleasure caused his toes to curl as he pulled on the cow's reins.
"Gimme a minute, bub. F-Fuck—"
Little Hunter stopped, flared tip about half way inside. His hot breath made the hair on Logan's back and shoulders stand up straight. Logan breathed heavily, his body relaxing with every breath, his hand moved down to his stomach, realizing he had an even bigger bulge than Dayspring had.
Pulling on the reins, he moaned, “move."
Little Hunter didn’t need to be told twice.
He immediately sank deeper into Logan's twitching hole. When hilted, the ring at Little Hunter's base needed a little help popping inside. So, Logan wiggled his hips back and moaned as that pretty ring around his cock's base pushed inside and nuzzled right against his prostate.
Now, don't get Logan wrong, Triple W's cock felt nice. Really nice. It stuffed his asshole full and gave him a very nice satisfied feeling. It plugged him up deeply, he could, in fact, feel it so deep that the tip was past his belly button and then some.
Oh but Little Hunter was something else. That beautiful tip of his forced Logan's intestines open with each thrust, his vision blacking out each time that ring pressed over his prostate or threatened to re-stretch the opening of his hole. He didn't even know his guts could take all of this. Yet, he felt insanely proud of himself that he could.
He looked at Dayspring's leaking cock, his bull stopping his stroking every once in a while to stave off his orgasm.
His cock didn't seem too big, scary, or intimidating anymore.
He yelled in surprise as both him and Little Hunter were pushed backwards. Little Hunter was forced to sit on his butt and Logan groaned as his knees were folded up to his ears. He was being held half-sheathed on the bull's cock by some invisible force.
It was Dayspring, of course.
"Mhm… sorry for not warning you… I want to see my father-to-be's cock bulging out my milk-maid's stomach."
He groaned loudly, he gasped as he was dropped another inch onto the cock. His body twitching as it was forced to adjust to his intestines being forced open at a new angle.
Then, he was slammed down on his cock.
Logan and Little Hunter wailed, their cocks twitching in unison. Logan moaned and nearly sobbed. Fuck! He wanted to fuck himself back on this huge cock and make himself cum buckets.
"Don't worry," Dayspring purred, "there's always next time."
Logan gasped in surprise as the TK forced him all the way off his cock, keeping the tip inside, he was then slammed back down with a groan. Slowly pulled off, tip still inside, and then slammed back down agan. Dayspring was making sure to pop the ring back inside Logan's hole every time.
The issue with this pattern, was Logan would get close to orgasm every time he'd be slammed down on the cock or his tip threatened to pop out of his hole. He had a feeling Little Hunter was the same as his breath hitched and his cock twitched inside Logan each time he'd feel close.
Dayspring was playing with them, making them think he'd let them go, but then he'd be giving Logan a few more deep thrusts when he was fully seated or the tip was brushing against his prostate. Then, he'd go back to the same pattern, continuing to edge them both over and over.
Finally, Little Hunter snapped, mooing in distress at Dayspring. Having some conversation that Logan couldn't understand but even if he did speak cow, he's not sure he'd understand it anyway with how he felt like his brains were being fucked into a pulp and dripping out of his ears.
At first, Logan thought that Little Hunter's convincing hadn't worked. Dayspring continued the same agonizingly slow pattern that was so good yet so torturous.
After about three more repeats though, he gave them a small mercy.
Logan was bent backwards with a gasp, his hands instinctively went to grip around Little Hunter's neck and up to his horns. He white knuckled them in case Dayspring tried to pull him off or go deeper again.
Logan gasped and laughed in success as his ass was popped up and off Little Hunter's tip and forced down onto it again. Shallow little thrusts were repeated over and over.
Logan couldn't help his moans as that beautiful cock played with his prostate and forced his hole to 'pop' with each outwards motion.
"Oh fuck yes! Yes! Fucking take it! Yes! Good boy! Good boy!" Logan babbled at himself.
He groaned, hips twitching as his cock sprayed white over his hairy stomach and chest. His eyes fluttered as he was forcefully bounced on Little Hunter's cock, his thrusts speeding up to try and prolong his orgasm.
He suddenly screamed as he was forced to take Little Hunter to the hilt again. He lost his grip on his horns and his guts were stuffed full. He groaned as his hole popped on and off the muscle ring at the base until he felt Little Hunter's balls draw up against his hole.
Logan's own long orgasm was forced to go on for even longer as the bull moo'd and came deep inside of him. He gasped and groaned as his body twitched, trying to adjust to the warm liquid flooding his insides to an absurd amount.
"Wait—" he yelled.
Dayspring's calming but heat-addled voice soothed over his mind. "Shhh, you can take it pretty boy. I know you can."
Logan melted in Dayspring's and Little Hunter's grasp; suddenly with that soft voice petting over his mind, it felt like everything was going to be okay. He started to feel soft and floaty as he saw his stomach stretch out in between his thighs and over his cock. Fuzzy endorphins flooded his synapsis as he was filled with milk. His own cock giving a fitful final twitch as his hole pulsed around the bull.
He had a feeling Little Hunter was feeling a lot like he was, the cow, who wasn't usually affectionate, began to lick and suck along the milk-maids neck. He purred softly as his fluffy hands wandered over Logan's body and stomach.
Logan groaned again as the bull pulled out. The endorphins going with him.
Logan heaved, his body starting to sweat, his stomach bulging slightly as he fell off Little Hunter and onto his knees.
"W-What the fuck was that?"
"I simulated morphine. Just so you wouldn't feel the cramps. You humans can hold a lot, just not like we cattle are built to."
"Fuck…" Logan breathed out, the new weight keeping him grounded.
"And you're gonna hold even more."
Logan's eyes went wide. "Like hell I—"
He let out a strangled sound as he felt a fist enter his ass. He groaned loudly, the fist was not much thicker than Little Hunter's cock. Yet, when he looked behind himself, no one was touching him.
It was Dayspring's powers again. Fisting him open, stretching him wider than he's ever been. "Fucking shit Dayspring—" he felt his legs shake, and he fell onto his elbow, his hips gave out but Dayspring held him up with his invisible hands, "—f-fuck how does it feel so good?"
"Wonders of the prostate," Dayspring purred. "You have a nice one, by the way."
Logan's brain was so scrambled he was going to say thank you until Dayspring fucked it out of him. One fist would go in, pull out, and then another would take its place, giving Logan no time to adjust, just take.
Eventually, two palm-together hands slipped in, Logan moaned in surprise as his pleasure kept going and going despite him thinking it would peak any moment now. His ass was wet and squelching, yet, he still felt Little Hunter's milk sloshing around deep inside of his guts.
"Don't worry," Dayspring chuckled, "he pumped you so deep that it's not going to leak out."
Logan groaned at the thought, his body and cock twitching as he felt both fists fuck into him at the same time. He felt his body finally begin to relax at the intrusions. However, he still felt like he was going to break.
"F-Fuck I'm gonna tear—"
"No you're not. Human bodies are stronger than you think. Especially yours," Dayspring moo'd happily, removing the telekinetic fist from his gaping hole.
Logan hated that he was right.
The milk-maid cried out, clutching hay as his claws popped from between his knuckles. Tears prickled at his eyes as his hole stretched around Dayspring's fucking huge cock. He made a sound like he was wounded. Gasping out in between long moans. He scrambled for any sort of purchase but he couldn't find any.
Eventually, he looked up to see Triple W's hands holding him still by his wrists. He was thankful for something to grip onto as his body was pushed to the brink.
Logan groaned, sounding like he was stabbed. Dayspring had pushed in just his tip and was slowly pushing in even more, little by little. With every new portion of cock Logan was forced to take, it sounded like someone was now twisting the knife he had been "stabbed" with.
He clenched as his hands turned into fists and his mouth hung open in pleasure, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he gasped for air. He felt Dayspring's balls smack against his own cock, causing him to whimper. When did he start being a fucking whimper-er?
"I-It's too big—"He begged.
Shit, when did he start begging?
"You sure? You take me so well," Dayspring purred, letting out soft moo's just to let Logan know how happy he was and how good he felt around his thick cock.
"I'm gonna break!" Logan cried out, he was so embarrassed that he couldn't stop these sounds and pleas. He had never been so vocal before.
"Mhm… you think? I'm not even all the way inside."
Logan panicked, another slutty sound getting ripped from his throat as he fucked his hips back onto Dayspring's cock.
"What happened to you breaking?"
Logan didn't even respond, he just moaned as he took him to the hilt, his body twitching and his voice whining as he tried to take the ring at the base of Dayspring's cock. It was just a little too big for him.
Thankfully, Dayspring helped, he took the milk-maids hips slightly off his cock only to slam them back down and pop the ring inside.
Logan's hands scrambled under triple W's grip. His body convulsing with another orgasm as he yelled through it. His voice moaning "fuck!" Over and over again, each one getting longer than the last.
His body sagged when he was done, his eyelids fluttering as he looked between his shaken legs. His cock gave spurts of cum that could barely be seen past the huge bulge in his stomach. He gulped and Dayspring groaned behind him.
"Mhm… you ready sweetheart?" Dayspring hummed.
Logan panicked and shook his head no. Dayspring smiled at him, licking his lips and patting his ass. "I got all day for you, Logan."
When he finally got his breath back, he grunted and wiped the tears from his eyes with his shoulder. "I-I can't."
Dayspring moo'd at him and soothed his hands over his back.
"It's not if you can or can't Logan. It's about if you want it… so do you want it?"
Logan gulped, he groaned and smacked his head against his biceps a few times to shake himself out of his pleasured haze. He turned back to Dayspring and nodded shyly, not meeting his eyes.
"Good boy."
He gasped. His body lurching forwards as Dayspring continued to impale him on his cock. Each thrust sent hot tears down his cheeks, his vision whiting out from how deep each thrust was. He's pretty sure he moaned things. Things like cursing, things like "it's too big," "I'm so full," and "how does it feel so good?"
Everything became a blur, his eyes filled with pleasured tears as he yelled and moaned like he was in a boxing ring again. Taking every hit like a champ. He's pretty sure he came again, he's not sure.
However, what he is sure of, is that he suddenly became very conscious when he felt his stomach begin to stretch. His voice was raw, unable to make any more sounds as he watched in horror between his legs as his stomach kept growing and growing. Dayspring had came deeper inside of him than anyone before him had. Despite already cumming once, he still had plenty to give.
He groaned loudly as his body was flooded with endorphins again. He smiled and laughed tiredly as he watched his stomach touch the floor, the fat cock inside of his hole pumping and painting his insides a new color. It seemed never ending, Logan sighed happily, the feeling of being full of cum and endorphins happily filled his brain. His body relaxing, feeling sleepy as he was forced onto his tippy-toes. He frowned as Dayspring pulled out, he was enjoying that! He growled, not liking the feeling of being empty.
Then, he was plugged up. His body taking the huge plug easily. It felt easy in comparison to Dayspring.
He groaned as the fuzzy feeling left him. His body floating with post-orgasmic haze. He sat up, found out that he couldn't really sit up, and rolled over to sit back on his ass. The new weight between his legs forcing him to sit back under his stomach as his legs were forced into a straddle. Triple W and Little Hunter came over and began to rub coconut oil on his stomach. The stretch-marks had already healed and his body had adjusted by now but the thought was nice and their touch felt amazing. He leaned back and looked up at the bull. His body happily resting in Dayspring's lap. The cow leaned down and licked his forehea as a thank you.
"Mhm… god that was good," Dayspring said, a chuff leaving his lips as he praised his milk-maid.
Logan let out a huff as he lifted his arms so the other two could lay on Dayspring's thighs at his sides.
"Yeah…" Logan tiredly whispered, his tears being licked up by Dayspring as he started to drift off to sleep.
Though, he heard one final comment from Dayspring, who hadn't realized he was half asleep. The bull was laughing inside his mind as he said it.
"Yes, I know he's technically the cum dump now, Wade."