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>Be Anon.

>Raised in a small town in the middle of nowhere, in your family’s ranch.

>Your family planted crops, which helped paying the bills, but the main source of income was from bull breeding and dairy production.

>Your family owned dozens and dozens of cow and bull anthros.

>After centuries of selective breeding and partnership with humans they love their place in life and are treated extremely well.

>Also their milk and semen is extremely valuable because of its health benefits.

>They are also great companions — during your whole life your best friend was a bull calf, about an year older than you, called Bully.

>Sweet and affectionate kid, kind of a scaredy-cat despite his name.

>The son of the farm’s most productive bull — Duke, a massive black monster, with horns jutting forward, raised by your grandfather alongside your dad.

>Despite being an intimidating presence, who could only convey the image of being an uncontrollable and probably violent anthro, Duke was the most docile and compliant bull you had ever seen (even more than Bully.)

>Eternally loyal to your dad, absolutely dedicated to being the most productive bull and bringing pride to your family.

>Which, to put it bluntly, meant he’d spend most of his days being milked (in more ways than one) until becoming an incoherent, bumbling mess.

>That said he was very particular — more often than not he demanded to be milked with your dad around, and if he didn’t get some cuddling and praise by the end of it he’d become pouty and stubborn for weeks.

>Always wanted his fur brushed, too.

>Bully, your best friend, was like a copy of his father for the most part, although a little hesitant at the prospect of spending his life in the farm getting milked.

>Too many times you saw Duke entering the farmhouse, with his pendulous balls swinging around and half-hard dick trailing pre-cum, looking for your dad because he didn’t get enough attention during the day.

>You had lost count of the times you had to go into the milking shed to ask him where his son was and if you could play.

>The fact Duke was an absolute bottom slut was an obvious and unremarkable reality of life in your family’s farm. As an adult you had seen him being milked nearly everyday, more often than not while he fucked himself on a dildo, and just about every Friday after his shift he’d gather a dozen or so other bulls to spitroast him.

>Duke was proud of it and saw nothing wrong with being a slut and belonging to your dad. In fact, the only person who could steer him away from promiscuity was your dad — he would drop everything to be with him, even for the most innocent and chaste of tasks.

>It was assumed Bully would follow the same career path but that was uncertain. He had the body and genes for it, sure, but bulls of his breed were more often than not late bloomers — their sex drive would gradually ramp all the way up to his mid 20s, and so far Bully had not proven himself horny enough to take his father’s mantle.

>Despite being set to take on the farm you chose to go to college to learn some business, management and sciences so you don’t fuck it up.

>It was decided Bully should go with you. It wasn’t clear if he had what it takes to be milked. Plus you could use a room mate and, despite being bred and raised to be a breeder, he got accepted for a rugby scholarship.

>It just so happened that his stocky build (with a magnificent gut, crowned with juicy pecs) and athleticism were great for the sport.

>The two of you moved to the big city.

>Having spent your life together there wasn’t an adaptation period — it was like living with your best friend and brother.

>Having grown in a farm where open and rampant sex was a daily reality, the two of you had grown very lax with clothing standards and about the subjects you discussed.

>Dozens of times Bully’s dad had called while he was working — aka, getting plowed — to ask his son how he was doing, how was rugby training, and if he had bent over for his teammates already.

>Bully would get flustered and try to end the call if his sex life was even mentioned.

>Regardless his father would insist, and now your shared closet had a dozen or so of unused dildos Luke selected for his beloved son.

>As his roommate you were acutely aware he wasn’t getting laid at all.

>In fact your general impression was that, despite being a virile bull with a fine set low-hanging balls, an admirable sheathed dick and bouncy pillow pecs, Bully was largely not interested in anything sexual from anyone.

>Being his childhood friend, surrogate brother and roommate you knew exactly how big of a deal that was. If he had been a horny slut like his dad he could have enjoyed the life of debauchery that comes with being a breeder, but here he was trying to get an education through a very competitive sports scholarship.

>His sexuality was a sore spot for him. When you went together to parties you’d see just how flustered he’d get when anyone, man or woman, flirted with him.

>You respected him and tried to be the best friend you could.

>But, one day, something changed.

>You had just gotten back from class and Bully was on the living room, still wearing his dirty rugby uniform, looking at the wall.

>He didn’t notice you coming in, just sat there, and when you greeted him he almost had a heart attack. But then his eyes grew hazy as he looked at you, and it seemed as if he had never stared at you in that way before.

>He seemed to be in some sort of daze, listening to you as if his life hanged on the balance.

>You mentioned he had left some dirty dishes on the sink and the bull jumped in response, trotting off to deal with said chore.

>Later on you commented he was still wearing his rugby clothes, leaving grass stains everywhere, and the bull — after a moment of looking at your eyes — took off his shirt then bent over to remove his shorts.

>Things changed after that very peculiar day.

>Bully had always been loyal to you, much like Duke was to your father, but things went up a notch.

>If you didn’t give him enough attention he’d get mopey — which, to be fair, was more manageable than his father’s stubborness.

>For years now you had brushed his fur and that was enough to sate his need for affection. Now that alone was insufficient. Right after you finished his brushing he’d try to rope you into something else — going out, playing a game, watching a movie, whatever you wanted to do, really.

>Bully didn’t actually have much of a preference on what you two did, as long as you were together.

>Again things went up a notch when you watched his rugby practice. Afterwards you went to the locker room to meet up with him. When you said you were Bully’s roommate everyone around you burst out at finally having a chance to meet *you*. Apparently the bull talked a lot about you.

>Bully himself was ecstatic on the way back to your dorm room. He just loved having your attention like that.

>It reminded you of the times your dad and Duke had walked together like this — with the bull cheerfully trotting a few steps ahead. More often than not your dad would take the chance to give him a resounding slap in the read, which would only ever be answered with a snort and a raise of his tail

>You had done the same with Bully quite a few times, although more as a roughhousing thing, and the bull would react more or less with indifference.

>You readied your hand and brought it down — but this time Bully *shuddered* and dropped his backpack.

>His breathing became shallow in a second and his eyes grew hazy. It all came back to you then — this is how Duke looked like when your father was preparing him to be milked.

>Maybe Bully’s sexuality had finally caught up — better later than never.

>But if that was true you knew things might have to… change. If things were anything like they were with his father, being milked was a necessity.

>While these thoughts crossed your mind Bully was still there, paralysed. You put a hand on his lower back and guided him.

>”Let's go, we have to go home.”

>The bull groaned, with a dumb smile plastered on his face.

>When the two of you got home you went ahead and did it again — another slap on his rear and he stopped dead on his tracks again.

> You had spent your entire life around bulls, you knew how to treat them. You let your hand linger on his butt, feeling its firmness and curvature.

>”You've been behaving weirdly as of lately, is something wrong?” You let your hand slide further into the crevice of his ass.

>The bull moaned, shivered, and raised his tail.

>”Seems to me like you’re going through your first rut, Bully."

>He gave a step back, pressing his rear against your hand. You reached out and pinched a nipple over his shirt, triggering another spasm in his whole body.

> Lust was already clouding your judgement. Of course you were attracted to Bully, for a long while now in fact. Having grown around each other meant there weren’t many boundaries, plus his genetics and working background meant he had grown into an impressively thick bull.

>Not only that, there was the silent expectation that both he and you would return to the farm — with him slated to take over his father’s position as a very productive bull.

>But he was still figuring himself out. Despite his father egging you on to hit on him, you respected his boundaries.

>You wanted this for yourself, but — you hoped — Bully must want it too, to have his first time with someone he knows well.

>You gave him a hug from behind, with your stomach fitting on the small of his back and your hands laying on his tummy. His shirt had grass and mud stains, it smelled strongly of petrichor, but beneath it was Bully’s ripe scent.

>”Is that what you want, buddy? I’m sorry if I’m coming on too strongly…”

>He moaned and laid his hand on top of yours.

>”Anon…” You felt his tail raising, his fingers entwining with yours. “I don’t know what’s coming over to me…”

>You held him for a minute. Even with something so simple — a hug — Bully was already spasming and groaning, as if his whole body had become an erogenous zone.

>Again you pinched one of his nipples, but gently, rolling it around, until you felt a dampness forming on his shirt.

>”Ahh… Ah…” panted the bull. “This feels good…"

>”Do you want me to take care of you, buddy?”

>You continued rolling his nipple on your fingers, and Bully let out a rumbling groan as response.

>”I'm scared…” he said.

>”Why?”

>”I might like it too much…”

orn>“Is that a problem?”

>Finally Bully turned around to face you. His eyes were hazy, unfocused and yet locked on you, he breathed through his mouth and sweat trickled from his forehead. The stain on his shirt was growing despite you no longer toying with his nipple.

>”Mooo…”

>He rubbed his nose on you, hunting for every trace of your scent and letting his tongue roam.

>You petted his head, then held him firmly by a horn and forced him to look up to you. You had seen your father handling Duke enough times to know how to deal with Bully in his newfound situation.

>”There, there. It’ll be fine.”

>The bull seemed to relax at the sound of your voice, but going by his vacant stare you didn’t believe he understood what you said. This happened often with the bulls at the farm

>You pulled Bully by the horn towards the living room. You sat on the couch, then pulled him down so he was laying — as best as he could on the tiny couch— with his head on your lap.

>You could barely wait to get started but you knew how to treat a bull, and it was imperative that Bully’s first time be as enjoyable as possible for him.

>The bull was already sniffing your crotch, drooling on your pants, but as soon as you put a hand on top of his head to scratch his fur his demeanor softened. He closed his eyes and let out a long rumble from his throat, gently letting his weight on your lap.

>You kept it up for a few minutes. His short fur, even if still sweaty from practice, felt nice.

>It was easy to play Bully like a fiddle. Grazing a single finger up his neck would make him arch his back, raising his tail and exposing his ass. Rubbing the bridge of his nose made him open his mouth slightly, and if your hand got close to it he’d lick and suck on your fingers without a second thought. Holding a horn and tugging it made him moan and hump the couch, while scratching behind his ears would leave him openly moaning and kneading your leg with his fingers.

>You ran a finger down his spine, stretching your arm until touching the base of his tail. You circled it and rubbed its underside. Bully responded by letting out yet another throaty moan, followed by a “Yes!”

>You kept tugging at his tail, each time letting your fingers go deeper down the cleft of his ass. Now he humped his ass against your hand.

>”It's ok, Bully, this is all fine. It’s your first rut, just think how proud your dad will be when he hears about it.”

>The bull struggled to parse your words — his mind was a battlefield of sensations overriding his thoughts and emotions. But having mellowed out with the cuddling, some function returned to him.

>”Will he?”

>”Yes, after all you were bred for this. You just happened to be a late bloomer. He’ll be happy to know how much you matured.”

>”He will…” said Bully as his eyes became hazy again. He put his hand over his ass, touching yours, as if testing how it felt touching himself. “I was so ashamed I wasn’t like dad. He’s always been so… virile. I was afraid you wouldn’t want me.”

>”You're my best friend, buddy. I’d never leave you behind.”

>It was like whatever tension was left in Bully’s body evaporated. His whole body sunk further into the couch.

>”Anon… Please, help me…”

>You held his horn firmly and tugged it, bringing his head closer to your crotch. Your dick was straining and leaking, leaving a stain on your pants. While you undid your belt you ground the bull’s muzzle on it.

>The two of you had seen each other naked plenty of times but never in a sexual context.

>You let your dick out — leaking, painfully hard — and before you had the chance to issue any command Bully was already trying to put it in his mouth.

>You took hold of your dick, jerked it twice to coax out a drop of precum, then made sure it was the first thing he tasted when your dick finally went into his mouth.

>He immediately plunged down, trying to get as much of your dick as possible, which only made him gag. You pushed him back halfway, still keeping your dick inside his mouth.

>”Calm down, buddy. Just follow my lead.”

>You repositioned yourself so his head was perpendicular to your crotch, then pulled him down. His mouth was hot around your dick. His tongue was a bit rough, but he was suckling, moving your cock around trying to coax out every drop of precum he could.

>You started thrusting. His long muzzle meant he quickly learned how not to gag, but now his saliva mixed with your precum was forming a frothy foam around his lips.

>With one hand he explored your balls, with the other he was rubbing his own ass — but not fingering himself.

>The faster your thrusts became, the more he moaned. He seemed completely out of himself, fully engrossed in pleasuring you.

>”That's it, buddy. You’re so handsome like this, sucking my dick. You’ve been wanting this for a long time, haven’t you?”

>Something shifted in him — Bully shuddered and his enthusiasm doubled.

>”That's it, my good bull. You’ll drink my cum, won’t you? You’ll be mine, only mine.”

>Bully’s eyes almost rolled back and he stopped. His back arched, tail raised, and moaned from deep down his throat. You tightened your grip on his horns and fucked his mouth, quickly building your climax.

>The bull was still convulsing when you deposited your load in his mouth, but he swallowed it nonetheless.

>He kept on sucking. You had to pull him out, fighting against his resistance, so he wouldn’t keep teasing your spent cock. You nudged his head to your balls and he started licking your crotch clean.

>Bully was still teasing his own ass, with his eyes completely dazed.Having spent your entire life around the bulls you knew that’s how they got after their first nut of the day.

>You got up and commanded Bully to turn around. He seemingly came while sucking you, but when you undressed him you found no trace of cum — only, of course, a copious mess of precum.

>Maybe it was a dry orgasm? You were expecting something more colossal from him. But it’s ok, you still had to make him bust a nut one or two more times, at least.

>If Bully was anything like his father then playing with his ass was the most surefire way of getting him off, but you wanted to leave that for last.

>This time you made him lay on his back. He obeyed without missing a beat. His dick stood proudly, leaking. You held it with a hand, polishing its end, while you settled on top of him.

>You teased his left nipple, gently, until the first signs of dampness formed. He might not be producing much cum but he was already a good dairy bull. You teased it with your mouth then started suckling.

>It was only a few droplets here and there — a slightly sweet, although woody taste. But it became a trickle, then spurts of milk, then finally an almost continuous stream.

>Bully bellowed and moaned under you, only barely managing a word here and there — “Anon,” “use me” and “more”.

>The bull humped your hand faster and faster until he stopped and, yes!, this time you’d get him to show off that virility of his. But all you felt were two shy spurts. You looked back and they were scarcely any whiter than his usual precum.

>Still, Bully was in heaven, splayed out on couch while still dripping milk from his nipples.

>You tried talking with him but his mind was offline. Still he could respond to the usual affection — cuddling relaxed him further and you were happy to let him taste his own milk via a kiss.

>It wasn’t long, however, before the dazed bull started squirming beneath you again, reaching down to toy with his ass.

>”Ah, ready to go again? Sure, I can make you into my breeding bull.”

>You took your clothes, pulled him into your room and cracked open the lube bottle you brought from the farm.

>You were a romantic deep down. You laid on top of him, with your dicks grinding together, while fingering his ass. Bully locked you with his legs and kept pulling you into a shuddering hug.

>You were sure he was a virgin down there but all the playtime so far had made him relaxed. Barely took five minutes for him to be shuddering and squeezing on four fingers.

>Pulling your fingers out made him moody and grumbly, which you solved by sticking your dick in. He went back to being the good bull he was — pulling you closer with his legs, moo’ing and moaning, here and there stringing words together — “own me,” “breed me,” “make me yours.”

>You kept a steady pace — a quickie wouldn’t do it here. His nipples would often leak, he’d go unresponsive for a minute or two, or out of nowhere his ass would go into a frenzy of constricting around you.

>There were times when you’d swear he’d cum, but all his dick would produce was a few barely white spurts, and he’d still remain just as hard afterward. So you kept going, pacing yourself so you wouldn’t fire early.

>”C’mon, buddy, cum for me. Show me how you’re the biggest bull around, do it for me. Let it all out, cum and I’ll dump my load inside of you.”

>It was hard telling if he understood your dirty talk but every word egged him on. But it wasn’t enough, so you jerked his dick with both hands while suckling on a nipple. It was an awkward position but it got you a reaction. Bully thrashed around and humped against your hand, then his ass clamped on your dick as he let out a rough, throaty cry.

>It was as if a storm was raging inside him, breaking down every barrier in succession from his balls all the way to his dick. And just as it seemed it was all about to burst his ass convulsed around your dick, pushing you over the edge.

>You came, and then you felt the shotgun blast on your chest of Bully’s first cum shot, followed by streak after streak of pearly white cum.

>It kept going and going, as if he was letting out all the accumulated sexual tension of a lifetime. The bull’s mind gave up before his body, he just slumped down while his dick kept going.

>You couldn’t let it go to waste. You tried drinking some of it but it was too much.

>By the time he stopped the bed was ruined and the both of you were coated in the stuff, but it was worth it.

>You laid on top of him, cuddling him back to consciousness.

>Took him half an hour to come to himself. He was disoriented, the first thing he asked was for his phone. You pulled his pants from the floor — still with your dick inside of him — and handed him his phone.

>What he did left you in shock — he took a picture of himself, covered in cum, then recorded what was going on.

>”What are you doing?”

>”I want to remember this."

>This time he was the one pulling you into a kiss — a long, gentle one that spoke more than a thousand words ever could.

>Six months later

>After Bully’s rugby practice you went to the locker room where you were greeted by the boys. They called out to the bull. “Hey, your boyfriend’s here!”

>As usual Bully was waiting for you only on his jockstrap. He had changed a lot since you started dating. He was bigger than ever, perhaps thanks to all the sex improving his virility, and now he wore the nose ring you gave him. The jockstrap was embroidered with “BOTTOM BULL”, something he got himself and wore proudly around his teammates.

>After your first time together Bully made it a point to show his teammates the pictures he took — of course, with your permission. You later learned they had been pushing him to take the leap for quite a while. Not much later you started hanging out with them too.

>Turns out they were a rowdy bunch with scarcely any notion of privacy. It was their suggestion that you should fuck Bully and leave a load or two inside of him before each game to give him good luck.

>Bully’s dad was ecstatic when he learned about his son’s first rut, and more so when the two announced you were dating.

>You were planning to finish school then return to the farm together. Bully had grown quite fond of the idea of taking on his father’s place in the farm, although you insisted that with you things would be different — for starters, you had no intention of being like your father and taking on a wife.

>But until then you had a few years of college, and plenty of time for you and your boyfriend to have horny shenanigans in the city.

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