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You unlock the door to your home and walk in. The jingling of your keys ends as you set them down on the counter and you wait. And the jingling of your pet's leather collar replaces it as he rushes to greet you. Coupled with the muted clopping of his little hooves along the hardwood floor.

>His light, gentle voice is raised to an uncharacteristic high as he calls to you.

>"Master!"

>A short pig with polished pink skin skips into the room. His snouted face bears a wide, hopeful grin. And a wispy bush of blonde hair tops his head.

>He trots up and stops in front of you, straightening his back.

>Pigs are almost entirely used as livestock, meaning they spent their lives naked and uneducated, getting fattened up and being consumed by the human populace. But YOUR piggy wears a tight black leather collar with a silver tag hanging from it which bears your name and information. He wears nothing else, but a pair of tiny white silk panties that sink beneath his potbelly. His cloven hooves have specially-made moccasins that… Unfortunately aren't completely effective in stopping the noise of his footsteps. He's your little butler, and most days you have him dress up in a cute outfit while he attends you. When company comes over, you're tactful enough to dress him in a proper white shirt and shorts.

>But you don't entertain guests often.

>You look his soft body up and down, and the sight of his little package snugly wrapped in his panties entices you. You grab his ballsack through the fabric and massage it, and he jumps and snorts slightly.

"Hey piggy, missed me?"

>"Of course, Master! I'm so happy you're home!"

>He always snorts when he's excited… Or nervous. Sometimes, you can't tell which it is.

>But you like making him nervous… You actually had bought two piggies when you took him in. The other one was not as cute and didn't learn as fast.

>He rises to his hooved feet and you breathe deeply at the monu>Now your piggy knows that even though you adore him, he could still end up being food.

>You turn your back to him and he takes your coat from your shoulders.

"I bet, chores are done?"

>"Yes, master. And dinner will be ready soon."

>Turning back around, you don't need to order him as he lowers to his knees and begins removing your shoes.

"Good boy. Fetch me a glass of water and set the table. Has that cow of mine been good?"

>Your pig snorts as he crawls over to place your shoes in their spot.

>"Yes, master. Stud is just finishing up with the garden."

>Not bothering to dismiss him, you walk away from your pig and slide open the glass door to watch your other pet at work.

>... Yeah, you named him Stud. But it suits him. You bought a young chestnut bull from the countryside, and the farmer couldn't understand exactly why. He assumed you meant to put him into the fighting circuits, but you didn't say.

>Instead, you have the tallest, thickest bull you could buy doing your gardening.

>You call out to him, and you see his shaved horns pop up from behind some shrubs in your fenced backyard.

>Stud is a hefty cow to say the least, thick with muscle and perfectly toned. You monitor his diet and exercise religiously to keep his form pure.

>He wears nothing but a tiny loincloth that barely contains the heavy balls you know are couched between his powerful thighs. His horns are both cut down to stubs, but still stand inches above his ears. And they are adorned with small rings of gold. A sturdy brass nose ring hangs down from his nostrils over his upper lip.

>Stud breaks into a run towards you. And for a moment, your spine tingles. But he's smiling as he stops and kneels at your feet.

>"Master! You're home!"

>His baritone voice is cheerful, and unlike with piggy, you know it's real.

>Stud has been your pride and joy since the day you purchased him. A life on the ranches and plantations was simple, but hard for a cow. And as one gets older, it becomes only a matter of time before they find themselves feeding the hounds.

>Stud was confused about his new role at first, as you had no heavy lifting or hard labor for him to perform. But he quickly molded to your desires as you showered him with affection.

"Yes I am, let me get a look at you, boy...."

>You bend and grab both his horns; he continues to smile up at you as you turn his head right and left like a steering wheel.

"How's my big bull today, huh?"

>"I'm very good, master! Would you like me to show you the work I did?"

>You take his ears next and knead them, and he closes his eyes.

"Not now, pet. It's almost dinner time. Stand up."

>Wordlessly, Stud rises and rises until he's well above you.

"Hands on your horns."

>He does so; you watch his torso ripple with untold strength as it adjusts.

>You reach out and press a hand into the short fur on his pectoral, and you exhale as you slide it down over his solid abdomen and meet the waist of his loincloth.

>His fur is matted with intoxicating sweat, and dirt.

“You're filthy, Stud."

>He looks down.

>"Sorry, master. I-I would have cleaned up if-"

>You reach your other hand up and grab hold of his nose ring and tug his head down to your level.

“Shush. I like cleaning you."

>He hums as you plant a kiss on his lips, and you turn to lead him inside.

>Piggy is standing there with your glass of water, looking at his feet.

>You give him attention, too, but Stud is a work of art, whereas he is just a toy.

>You take the glass and down the water, then continue on.

>Stud leaves grime on the floor behind him, but Piggy dutifully drops down and scrubs it off.

>Reaching the bathroom, you lead Stud inside and use your leverage to press his back to the wall. He grunts, but you know that if he were motivated to do so, Stud could tear you apart.

>Running your hands down his body, you grip the knot of his loincloth and undo it. He groans as his heavy balls are released from their cage and hang free.

>You enjoy it, too, and gently stroke the tender orbs. Stud shifts his hips forward.

“Does that feel better, Stud?"

>"Mmm-yes, master."

>You chuckle. Every day, you make sure Stud's garments are nice and tight. Partly because he looks good in them, and also because it pleases you to know he's mildly discomforted until you get home.

>You weigh one of his balls in your hand. He remains still, but his breathing is heavy.

“Poor thing… I think I'll empty these tonight."

>He breathes in sharply. Stud is in his prime, and he only gets release when you say so.

>"Y-yes please, master…"

>You take his ring and tug him towards the bathtub.

>He settles onto his hands and knees in the tub and you start the water. You soak him with the showerhead first. Dirt washes off his fine coat immediately and pools around the drain.

>You pat his round ass and he lifts his ropey tail. He moans as you shower his backside with warm water.

>After he's rinsed, you can apply his special soap. Bovine soap for your bull, and special piggy soap for your pig.

>You squeeze a line of soap down his wide back and go to work lathering it in.

>stud sighs contentedly under your ministrations. You dig your hands deep into the relaxed muscles, and your fingers sink into the fur and skin without ever finding bone. You reach under him to clean his belly and chest, and he angles himself to be more accessible to your wandering hands.

>He closes his eyes as you clean his face, tenderly kneading into his strong cheeks and brow. You give his broad nose an affectionate kiss before you move on. He smiles through the soap.

>You work methodically down his back, up to his shoulders, then down to his thighs. You need to reach pretty far to get both thighs done, and the scent of his sweat, coupled with the soap, makes you want to shove your face right into him.

>His hooves need the shower stream along with an extra scrubbing tool. He twitches as you get between his cloven hooves, but doesn't try to evade.

>Finally, you get to do his privates. Applying some extra soap to your hands, you slid your hands over his tail, then you shifted them over his sack like a crystal ball. He moans again, and his hips buck instinctively. You smile and ignore it. Another human might consider trying to train such imperfections out of their pets, but you like Stud nice and natural. You gently bathe his sheath, then work back to his ass. Your hands travel all over his taint, and Stud looks back at you. His eyes are glazed and his nostrils flare, but he knows better than to ask you to please him. You look back at him as you fingers stop over his pucker and press in. The ring constricts, but as you go a bit deeper, it starts to relent.

>But it's not time for that kind of fun, so you pull out and give him a playful spank, which earns an earthy grunt from your bull.

>"Dinner's ready, master!"

>Piggy calls from the kitchen. You sigh and grab the showerhead again.

>The white suds pour off him thick and frothy. His chestnut coat is once again rendered perfect.

“What do you say, Stud?"

>Stud's eyes are closed as he hums to himself dreamily.

>"Mmm… Thank you, master."

“Good boy..."

>You lift his chin and kiss him again, he puckers his lips through a smile.

“Alright, let's get you dried off and fed."

>You rise and grab a towel as Stud slowly rises as well. He places his hands on his horns again as you rub his torso, then turn him, and rub his back. You lightly slap his ass and he spreads his legs wider, and you towel down his taint and thighs.

>He lifts one leg onto the edge of the tub for you, then the next when it's done. And before long, your once-filthy bull is finely washed and dried. His fur has the slightest puff to it - which could have been better if you'd conditioned him, but you don't do that every day. Regardless, he looks just a bit fluffier than usual.

>You never dress Stud after your home. You take his nose ring and lead his naked form back out to the dinner table. His hooves thud on the floor under his weight, but you don't mind.

>The good thing about all livestock being at least human-sized is that food is always plentiful. In fact, heavy restrictions are placed on breeding most creatures to avoid overpopulation. Thankfully, you can always find a good place that's far out enough in the country that they don't care about the rules and raise cheap animals. That's how you got your two pets, and that's how you get your fresh meat and produce.

>For example, the chicken that Piggy's cooked for you tonight. Chickens are the cheapest flesh, even in the cities. And while pigs and cattle can be taught to have some level of human intelligence, chickens are just dumb egg-layers, and exist only for consumption.

>Piggy and Stud are allowed to eat only after you tell them, which you generally do after you approve of the first couple bites. Despite being a vegetarian, Piggy can cook meat quite well.

>Those two are not very useful for conversation. Piggy is your house pet and is permitted to go into town and do certain tasks for you, but he's not allowed to socialize or read the news, so he can only talk about his day and whatever media you allow him to have, which is mostly housekeeping and cooking-related.

>Stud is even less valuable. Though you do enjoy gardening, it was you who taught Stud everything he knows, and he's not allowed to go far without your presence - half because you want him on a short leash, and half because cattle rustlers are a real problem in some parts of the country. You sometimes rent him out to neighbors for work if something needs lifting or breaking, but otherwise, he stays home.

>He's also not educated. A bull is a powerful thing, but a smart bull? That's just asking for trouble. He is only for looking good and lifting things.

>It doesn't matter to you, though. Most days, you're happy to vent your own day to them, whether or not they even understand.

>When you finish your meal, you push the plate across between Stud and Piggy. Both know what that means, and lower their faces to it and lick. Piggy does it because he knows you expect him to, but Stud legitimately enjoys the taste of meat juices, and laps it up eagerly.

“You two finish and clean up. I'll be in the office."

>You hear the clanging of dishes for a little while as you work in your office. But eventually, they both turn up in your doorway.

“... What is it?"

>Piggy and Stud look between each other before he speaks.

>"Master, we're done the dishes. Will there be anything else?"

“Yes… Stud, shoulder massage."

>"Yes, master."

>Stud steps past Piggy and takes his place behind your chair. You feel his large hands rest on your shoulders and gently rub them.

“Piggy,"

>"Master?"

>You snap your fingers and point between your legs.

>"Yes, master..."

>Piggy gets down on his hands and knees, and crawls under your desk. You spread your legs a bit as he inches between them.

>But you haven't told him to do anything yet, so he simply snorts and nuzzles his snout into your lap.

>You fondle the hair on his head as you continue your work.

>This continues on for a while. You feel like jelly under your prized cow's attention, and the cute little pig between your legs is eagerly prodding away at your growing bulge.

>Whatever work you had left to do can wait.

“Alright, pig. Up."

>You roll your chair back a bit and pat your lap. Piggy smiles and pushes himself slowly upward.

>Your hands drift over him as he climbs you. Stud's hands retreat as Piggy's take their place for leverage. He brings one knee up onto your thigh and pushes in close, until his smooth belly is pressing against yours. Even still, Piggy's head is only just at level with yours.

>"Master..."

“Mhmm?"

>"Can I…?"

>He leans in, and you feel his hot breath on your lips.

“Piggy... "

>Your hands stroke his back, then slide down to his silk panties. You grip the pliable flesh of his buttcheeks, so much softer and squishier than Stud's.

“You know what you are?"

>Piggy swallows. He knows what he is.

>"I'm livestock, master… I'm your livestock."

“You like being my livestock, don't you?"

>"Y-yes, master… I love being yours."

>Your hands leave his ass and grab the panties. You tug them hard and he lets out a flight squeal.

“What else are you, Piggy? What did I make you?"

>"A-a slut, master. I'm a-an eager little slut."

“That's right..."

>You lean forward and kiss him. Piggy closes his eyes and kisses back through shivering breaths. You snake a hand under him and feel his own meager bulge strengthening.

>Pulling him back by the hair, you grin wolfishly as he pants.

“This is what you were to do, pig. You were made to feed me..."

>You pull him close and nibble into his neck. He moans in response.

“...And please me."

>You whisper huskily into his ear, before biting hard into his neck. Piggy can't help but squeal and snort instinctively, but he dares not move.

>When you let go, red tooth marks show in his pink skin. Sometimes, you swear he tastes good enough just to eat alive.

>When the other pig's time was up, you'd toyed with him for weeks, slowly removing privileges, telling him to improve. But instead of heed your warnings, he became difficult. You'd left marks on him quite a bit, and as your mind was made up, you stopped caring if those marks were permanent.

>Piggy saw that and made a constant effort to appease you, simply fearing the pain he would endure. But the other one just descended into being a bigger burden.

>So, you fucked him hard, and cuddled him tight for one last night. And the next morning, you took him to a local butcher. You ate well for a month, and after Piggy got over the shock, he's been the best little servant ever.

>"Yes, master… Let me please you."

>You kiss him deeply again, and he moans pitifully. Behind you, Stud exhales.

“Stud,"

>"Yes, master."

“You're not getting jealous, are you?"

>"I… No, master!"

>You spin the chair around a little. Stud is standing there with his hands awkwardly at his side. And his shaft is poking out from its brown sheath.

“You sure?"

>"Yes, master!"

“Are you getting excited?"

>"N-... Yes, master..."

“That's quite alright, boy. I know how excitable you are…"

>You spank Piggy's plump ass, and he flinches.

“Do you like Piggy?"

>"Yes, master."

>You raise an eyebrow.

“Why?"

>"B-because he's nice, master."

“Nice? And that's it?"

>"A-and because he makes you happy!"

>Stud grins widely. You can't help but smile at your boy too.

“Heh, that's right. This piggy makes me very happy. What is he?"

>"A, uh… Livestock?"

“Good boy, and what else?"

>Piggy shifts on your lap and licks his lips, still waiting to kiss you.

>Stud does not answer for a moment, then a light goes off over his head.

>"A slut! An eager little slut."

“Good boy! Very good."

>Stud nods to himself, smiling.

>"Thank you, master!"

“Take him."

>You push Piggy off you and Stud lifts him up like a baby.

>Then you stand and grab Stud's nose ring, and lead him towards your bedroom.

“Enough fooling around. I want to use both of you."

>"Mm-yes, master."

>You enter your bedroom, which has an exceptionally large bed to accommodate your sleeping partner. Stud still hangs off the bed sometimes, and Piggy only spends some nights on the bed, with most of his sleeping being done on a little pet bed you have at the foot of yours.

>You point at the side of the bed, and Stud marches to it with Piggy in haul.

“Take his panties off, Stud."

>Stud holds Piggy around the waist with one hand and peels his panties off with the other. He's left suspended in the bull's grip with his round ass sticking in the air.

>You step forward and lay a hard spank across one cheek. Piggy squeals and pulls his legs in.

“Piggy..."

>He quickly lowers his legs back down, his cheeks jiggle as he shivers.

>"Sorry, master! Sorry! I-it just hurts!"

“Of course it hurts, little pig. I like hurting you."

>You spank the other cheek. He squeals louder, but crosses his legs to keep from raising them.

“Throw him on the bed and hold him there."

>Stud turns and tosses the pig onto your bed, and with one hand, keeps him flat on his belly.

>You start stripping down as Stud bites his lip.

“Hey, no lip-biting!"

>"Sorry, master."

>Stud licks his lips and lowers his ears.

>You toss your clothes wherever; it's not like you'll be cleaning up after yourself.

>As you drop your underwear and your own cock is swinging free, you smirk at Stud, who's eyeing it hungrily.

“You want it bad, don't you, boy?"

>"Yes, master… Please?"

>Stud has only known pleasure through you. And the best pleasures come when you have your cock inside him.

>His own mottled tool is rapidly extending from his sheath. It's almost as long as your arm, but is a virgin.

>You've made him cum, of course, but Stud's cock has only ever achieved this by slapping against his own rock hard abs while you're pounding him, or through yours or Piggy's gentle, teasing touch. The thought of such an impressive unit being so underutilized is its own sort of aphrodisiac to you. Just like knowing that he never really exerts himself like he would have on some farm, where he would have been an alpha bull, it turns you on to have total control over your pet's giant cock… And know that Stud will never, EVER, for as long as he lives, feel the ecstasy of burying it into another creature, like how you bury yours into him whenever you please.

“Who owns you, you little slut?"

>Stud's tail swishes around behind him.

>"You own me, master."

>You firmly grab his cock and he grunts.

“And who owns this big cock of yours?"

>Stud is trying really hard to avoid biting his lip, and his cock is trying hard to shake you off, twitching and flopping madly.

>"You own it, master! It's yours, I'm all yours!"

>You shut him up by tugging his head in for a kiss. He whines into your mouth and pushes his tongue against yours. Though it's larger, like everything else on him, Stud relents to you, letting his flat tongue be pushed and cornered and pinned.

>You pull him back and watch stars dance in his eyes.

“Get your cute ass on that bed. I'm going to fill you up, farmboy..."

>Stud's ears pin back and he wheels around and crawls onto the sheets. Piggy is nearly crushed underneath him, and ends up right beneath Stud's thick cock.

“On your belly."

>Stud drops and covers Piggy completely. His muffled snorting emanates underneath.

>You climb up and take your rightful place behind your bull's giant ass. His glutes flex occasionally, giving you a show as they pull his skin and fur taut.