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>Imagine, in an alternate reality where beastmen exist, being stopped by a large bull while trying to get home from whatever the fuck you were doing.

>"I need you to milk me." He bluntly says.

>Analyzing the bovine man, he's sweating heavily, there are two large wet spots on his shirt, his penis is fluctuating as far as size goes, and he has this slightly deranged look in his eyes.

>You then realize it's breeding season.

>No matter how hard you try to ignore him, he keeps asking, insisting that it won't be long. There's unfortunately not a milking machine in sight, and it's not like you're gonna physically overpower him.

>He seems to be ready to burst, so you lead him away to a secluded location, a forest with a light pond in the middle.

>Sitting down on a nearby rock, he quickly undresses, motioning you to come on over.

>Obliging, you get in close and gently twist his right nipple, starting things nice slow.

>BUT he immediately arches his back, grunting and moaning loudly, ignoring your attempts to shush him. As a matter of fact, he gets louder the longer the twisting goes on.

>"It's merely a twist! It can't feel that great, can it?" Oh, but it is, at least, during this season.

>Suddenly, you feel a force from behind slamming your head into his left pectoral, locking you in place. Probably one of his arms.

>his pecs feel a lot softer than they look.

>While still playing with his right nipple you begin sucking the left one, getting a little faster in the process. The bull throws his head back, beginning to moo.

>You can feel something building up from inside his chest. The mooing gets more and more intense.

>'I really wish I had a bowl of cereal right now.' You thought.

>He unloads.

>He releases his grip as he unloads what feels like a gallon of milk from his pecs, but you're not sure if you can call them that anymore.

>You can't swallow it all, retreating after 7 seconds of milk guzzling, watching the two geysers coming out of him and spray all over your face.

>He has a rather dazed, yet happy and drooly look on his face, as the spurting slowly comes to a halt.

>You turn your back and walk way, thinking it's a job well done.

>Okay, it was less a walk, more of took two steps forward, as the previously stupefied bull quickly grabs you by the shoulders, spins you around, and forces you on your knees, right in front of his 8 inch.

>You were about to object, but he wastes no time, making you inhale as much as humanly possible.

>'Tastes like steak.' You think, trying to be nonchalant with getting your mouth violated.

>Seconds turn into mintues, as his thrusting pattern gets more sporadic by the buck. Just how pent up is this guy?

>The answer, very. It's a good thing you didn't swallow all the tit milk, because here comes the second helping.

>Not bitching out this time, you swallow it all as he ejaculates. It's pretty hot, but it also tastes sweet.

>After a minute, it finally stops. Thank goodness, it looked like you were gonna drown.

>Getting up realize you're carrying a little extra weight due to the milking process.

>"Fuck, I'm gonna have to work this off!" You shout. You are rightfully perturbed, looking at the snorting bovine, who seems like he's not done yet.

>You begin to stride towards the built bull with a determined look on your face. He seems to be grinning in anticipation to the point where you can see his pupils forming hearts.

>You push him onto the grassy ground, he's giggling and mooing in excitement.

>"...yes. Yes! YES! MILK ME! PLEASE, MILK ME DRY!"

>Bull men have to go through this every year?

>"I swear, when I'm done with this..."

>You begin to kneel to his level.

>"You'll get a milking alright." You mumble, spreading your cheeks and slowly sliding his cock in whilst rubbing his chest and twirling a nipple to help him relax.

>"Alright big guy, I'm gonna need you to start off slow for me, can you do that?"

>"Y-yeah, of course, just please milk me."

>"That's good to hear, now let's get sta--GACK!" Honestly, you thought he was gonna start off slow in his current state?

>Refusing to become a submissive bottom bitch, you grab the bull by the horns, clench your ass, and match his rhythm, making sure this next session ends it all.

>His thrusting is even rougher than before as he's playing with his nips, but somehow you're taking it all, shouting stuff like "IS THAT THE BEST YOU'VE GOT?! SURELY YOU BULLS CAN DO BETTER! I'VE MET FOXES WITH BIGGER DICKS!" While not exactly true, but it gets your oxen butt-buddy going, that's for sure.

>Each bucking of his hips gets stronger and stronger until finally, he unloads into your insides a third time, filling them up further to your dismay. The amount of fat you'll have to burn at the gym is indescribable.

>The nipple geysers are also back and kicking it into high gear as he's mooing in delight. That mooing. That stupid mooing. That stupid, annoying, tantalizing mooing.

>Without thinking, you pull his cock out, a "POP!" echoing throughout the forest.

>At full mast, you quickly spread his legs while he's still enjoying his chest-made shower. Little did he know it'll get even better.

>Grabbing him by the horns again, he finally notices you're off his dick, looking directly at you, slightly puzzled as you whisper the following, reeling back for a strong thrust.

>"I'm gonna do to your gut what you did to mine."

>You then slam right into his prostate on the first thrust, his ass is white hot, he's screaming, moaning and mooing while squeezing his pecs with extreme force, making his lactation fountain even larger.

>The rough rodeo goes on for 15 minutes.

>Every now and then, you make sure to slow it down, making sure he only leaks at best. You're aiming for this one to be the last.

>By the look of his fingers digging into the dirt, his twitching eyes, and hearing him sputter and stammer in an unknown language, this must feel painful AND pleasurable.

>After a bit, you slow down once again, letting go of his horns to suck on his left nipple, a smirk forming as you do.

>"What's the matter, big guy? Aren't you gonna shove my head again? I know for a bull, you're soft, but come on ma--HRRMPH?!"

>You were cut off by your bovine mate passionately kissing you, his tongue forcefully exploring every corner of your mouth, getting a taste of your saliva mixed with his own milk.

>After 30 seconds of heaven, he breaks and swallows what he could, panting. Looking at you with eyes of lust and desperation, he then says in a quiet tone, "I need you to milk me. Please."

>Unga mode activate.

>Grabbing onto his horns and ready to finish the job, your simper turns into a full on rape face. "Moo for me." You order, before thrusting at light speed.

>He starts mooing his heart out as your thrusting gets faster and faster. Something's building up, you can't contain it any longer, and from the looks of it neither can he.

>The high speed thrusts quickly become slow yet powerful bucks. It's almost time.

>"HERE IT COMES, BIG GUY!"

>"MOOOoooOOOooo!~"

>The both of you finally release the built up stress from this session, sticky white threads flying everywhere.

>Somehow, you kept your promise about doing to his insides what he did to yours. Good luck exercising with that gut.

>The once green grass underneath you two is now a white pond of vitamin D. Good thing there's a legit one right next to it.

>You and him proceed to wash off all the vitamin D and get dressed.

>"Thanks man, I really needed that. It usually doesn't hit me that hard, but this year is something else." He calmly says, stretching his arms. It seems like he's back to normal.

>"These things happen, I might be annoyed, but I'm willing to forgive. They just need to install a milking machine in these parts, you know?"

>"Yeah, that reminds me." He then takes a large bottle of milk out of his pocket, handing it to you. 100% Authentic Bull Milk it reads. "This stuff is usually $75 a drink, but for everything you've done, it's free."

>"Oh, thanks." You say, putting drink in your own pocket. "So this is where we part ways, I assume?" He then looks at--no, behind you with a wry expression on his face.

>"It would be, but uhh...I think all our fun might've attracted a few more potential customers." A few hundred more actually, not just bulls either. There were occasional tigers, lions, and I think a dog in there.

> Not even looking back to face them you pat your oxen pal on the shoulder. "Well, they have each other."

>You both book it back into the city, the stampede not following far behind as you find your car, conveniently parked right next to the bull's motorcycle.

>"So it's 40-70 days a year with this shit?!" You shout, starting up your Sonalika Rhino.

>"Basically! You get used to it after a while, though!"

>"I'd rather not..." you groan.

>The both of you were able to make a great escape onto the freeway, riding into the sunset.