Toji!bull

Well, you knew you’d be forced to breed one day to produce milk, but you didn’t imagine this.

A plump cow, chubby, soft with fat udders and pretty thighs. You were the farmers most important hybrid. Your Pregnancy rate was low, but when bred your milk would get sold for the best amount any farmer could imagine. But you didn’t like being bred. Those dickhead bulls were all assholes, treating you like garbage.

So you did the most logical thing, be uncooperative.

You kicked, shoved and got away every time when a bull hybrid tried to breed. The farmer got restless, but you didn’t. Even when the farmer got you the fluffiest pillows, most comfortable blankets or the best hay, you just took and never returned the favour. And his last option was Toji.

You never saw Toji because his pen was always on the other end of the farm. Toji was big, massive even, huge biceps, fat thighs, good physic and two horns on his head, tail always flicking side to side. He wasn’t a breeder, he just made sure that the other hybrids at the farm stayed in check. So when the farmer first asked him to breed you, he refused.

Though, after seeing you lay on some hay in your pen, sleeping, he couldn’t deny that he really found you cute. So he agreed. Obviously, there was no point trying to convince you into breeding, so the farmer had to get creative. In the breeding pen, the farmer made it more than comfortable. Pillows, hay and everything needed for a comfortable space.

Then he brought you in first. You, of course tried climbing out but then Toji walked in. Toji didn’t waste a second, pouncing at you and getting on top of you, his tail swinging.

You don’t remember how much he fucked you senseless. From mating press that made you see stars to a choke hold he did you apart, not caring one bit about how rough he was. After, laying in the hay, your underwear nowhere to be seen while he rubs your now full tummy of his seed, your udders already starting to feel like they’re producing the milk from all the breeding you’ve had.

The farmer hearing the news, got a bucket or two the next day and made his way to your pen, excited to finally milk you. But when arriving at the gate, he saw Toji laying on top of you, mouth latched onto your chest, sucking lazily. When trying to interact, Toji got defensive, growling even. Because turns out, Toji is not sharing what’s his now.