Meet Me at the Breeder 2

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It had been several days since he had been back to the breeding facility and the news that came out of it was all the more concerning. Every single female that was tested so far had turned out to not be pregnant, despite the constant rate at which males were brought in to fertilize a female.

The dire news had weighed heavy on Maurice's mind. He wasn't normally someone to think too deeply on subjects about current events, but this seemed to be something more far reaching than what he could understand. He tried to tell himself that there was nothing he could really do about it and that he shouldn't worry. But he did. A lot.

In an attempt to keep his mind off of things he launched back into his normal routine of work at the Dairy Sweet farm. There was no better activity to keep his mind occupied than organizing the bales of hay in the hayloft. He was working hard as the bales came over the conveyor one after another in rapid succession. Another farmhand in the bed of a huge cage trailer was loading them on at a rapid pace.

It was hard, tiring work but it was made easier with the help of one other. Charlotte was another farmhand that was a heavy lifter like Maurice. She was a cow but she wasn't the kind that enjoyed being bred. She liked to get her hands dirty and do hard labor. In a lot of ways she reminded Maurice of himself. She wasn't the most beautiful in the face, but there was hardly an ounce of fat on her. She had a lean frame with large breasts and a muscular backside. She could toss bales of hay as good as the bull and she acted more male than female.

It was between loads of hay that the two were finally able to sit down and rest. Maurice had started bailing with a flannel shirt on with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of jeans. He had since discarded his shirt in lieu of the oppressive heat that had settled inside of the loft, not to mention that hay dust just made the whole experience that much worse.

Maurice gave a heavy sigh as he settled on a double stacked bale and rested against a similarly made wall. The tough, prickly stalks of hay didn't much bother him through the thick fur of his body, plus he was used to the feeling by then. Charlotte suckled at a bottle of water and did much the same. She had been wearing the same as the bull, and when she glanced over at him she gave a huff. The lack of upper body clothing was a nice, cooling idea and she decided that she was going to join him.

Maurice had his eyes closed and was trying to recover some stamina for the next load of hay to come in. it was only when he heard the cow begin to shuffle around that he opened his eyes in time to see the muscular woman pull her shirt and bra from over her head. The sight of her large breasts was quite appealing, as they were perfectly round with large, pink nipples at the center of each.

It wasn't the first time Maurice had seen her tits, hell, there wasn't a woman on the farm that the bull hadn't seen completely naked and fucked. He didn't much flinch but he did let out a whistle of appreciation. Charlotte laughed and sat back down on her spot. “Hope you don't mind me joining you like this, Maury,” She said confidently, her voice being somewhat deep and husky. She wore a grin as she stared him right in the eyes, as if challenging him to say otherwise.

“Not at all. Always a pleasant sight to see your tits,” he remarked back and winked at her.

“Yeah, I know how you feel about tits,” she chuckled and stroked a hand over both of her large breasts, pulling each of them up and letting go. They bounced on their way down and jiggled profusely. The bull watched them until they settled before replying.

“Seems like it's been hotter before and you hadn't taken your shirt off. Feeling special today?” he said while grabbing a stalk of hay and placing it between his lips.

Charlotte shrugged. “Maybe it's just hot and I'd like my boobs to be admired every once in a while,” she grinned and emphasized her words by placing her forearms on either side of her breasts and squeezing them together. “Remember back in the corn field last week?”

She was of course referring to when she and him had gotten too playful after a hard day's work and he had chased her into the forest of six foot tall corn stalks. When he finally found her, she was naked and lying on the ground with her legs spread open and two fingers in her cunt. He spent the next half hour eating her pussy out and then after she had cum, he fucked her tits until he painted them white with jizz. The memory of that day made him smile fondly and nod.

“Ah yes, I do remember that quite well,” he said happily.

“You never did fuck me. Why was that?” she asked and dropped her arms back into her lap. The bull shrugged a little.

“I didn't want to get you pregnant. All the girls around the farm are in the motherly mood, after all.” He watched her shift to a more forward leaning position.

“Haven't you heard? Everyone is affected by Blight. We can't seem to get pregnant,” she said with a surprisingly uplifted tinge to her voice.

“So I've heard,” he replied with a quirked brow. “Why are you bringing this up?”

“Well, none of the girls you bred have gotten pregnant, have they?” she pressed.

“As far as I know,” he said softly.

“Well then, it's safe to say I'm not going to get pregnant,” she concluded with a wink.

Maurice laughed and shook his head. “Damn, you've got balls. Right here and right now? What if someone sees us?”

“Fat chance of that, Twit will be at least twenty minutes getting another load ready. That's enough time for a quicky, right?” she said, excitement edging into her voice. Maurice watched her intently and couldn't help but smile. He gave another shake of his head and then let out a heavy sigh.

“Fine then. I don't know what's gotten into you, though,” he rumbled and stood up. He closed the short distance to the woman in no time at all, all the while his hands undid the zipper and button at the front of his jeans. Charlotte stood up and turned around to present her backside to the bull. She undid her pants the same as him and then pushed them down to her ankles.

Her tight buttcheeks were naturally drawn apart as she splayed her legs open. She leaned forward and set her hands on the twin bales of hay that she had been sitting on just moments ago. Maurice fished his jeans and underwear down his legs off of his feet before he came to be fully behind the cow.

Just the sight of her ass and pussy had blood pumping to his cock in seconds. It was majorly helped by the rigorous chore that had just finished, the bull's muscles were still wound up and his heart had never stopped its rapid pounding in his chest. Charlotte looked over her shoulder at him as she felt his hips bump against hers.

Maurice had his cock in hand and was pumping over its surface. He would often spit down into his palm so he could smear the thick saliva over his shaft, causing it to glisten and flex. More blood filled his manhood and it grew to a fully erect state. When it was throbbing and as hard as a rock, he tapped it against her hindquarter and chuckled. “You ready?”

“I was born ready, babe,” she called out to him and arched her back and swayed her hips in an enticing matter. The bull watched the display with narrowed eyes and licked his lips. He gave her ass a firm smack and held her still while he lined up his cock. He eased his hips closer and delved his shaft into her tight, wet confines. They both moaned as he bottomed out, every last thick inch had filled her out and she gripped him with a firmness that told the bull that she didn't want to let go.

Maurice huffed and began to saw his hips back and forth. A groan escaped his mouth and he shivered as his cock was wrapped in pleasure immediately. The cow stayed still and simply enjoyed the treatment that her lover was giving. The blossoming excitement for the woman had her moans coming out softly under each exhale but as time went on they grew louder.

The sway of their bodies steadily grew faster. The bull had both hands on the other's muscular hips and he was pulling and pushing against her. The wetness of Charlotte's cunt had coated the thick cock and was starting to drip down over his balls. Likewise, precum was dripping within her pussy and she could feel the extra fluid as it coated her insides.

The sound of their fucking grew louder as Maurice began to put more of his weight behind his thrusts. It was a crisp, smacking sound that echoed within the hayloft and grew louder as he picked up his speed. The cow was moaning more freely now, her cries of bliss were being carried out from the barn and if anyone was within fifty feet of the structure they would have been able to hear. She was so eager to get more of Maurice's dick that she began to push back on him while he would thrust forward.

The sound came even louder when she added her own weight to the motion, made all the more distinct by the tinge of wetness between their bodies. The bull's lap was becoming coated in her pussy juices, so much so that it even dripped to the wood floor between the cow's legs. The intense sensations were combing through the bull as well and his own voice was being heard.

As Maurice became more enamored into the action he began to get just as loud as the woman. Minutes ticked by and his mental fortitude eroded away. He was caught up in the whirlwind of pleasure and he started to let his head tilt up ever so slightly. His jaw was slack and the rough moans that bellowed from his barreled chest gained steadily in volume.

The rocking between them was growing faster and harder. Charlotte's large breasts swung and bounced dramatically with every body shacking hit that the bull gave her. She was crying blissfully and leaning back a bit more. The bull's hands reached up her sides and took a hold of both of her arms at the elbow. He drew them taught behind her back and used them for leverage as he began to give her every ounce of energy that he had.

The two were lost in their motions, eyes closed and settling back into a rocking rhythm that had them feeling the most pleasure as possible. Maurice's cock was grinding hard against the cow's G-spot and she was climbing closer and closer to an orgasmic peak. What had intended to be a quicky had instead become an all out fucking that had the woman's pussy convulsing hard on her lover's shaft. Her clear juices spurted from around his throbbing cock and her body trembled.

“Oh fuck, Maury! Don't stop, I'm so close!” she cried out and stared up at the ceiling, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she did.

Charlotte's arousal had become so intense that her nipples began to leak milk. Twin rivulets of white trailed from the center of each tit and soaked into the black and white fur around them. As her breasts would bounce, droplets of her milk would get flung about. The bull caught the enticing sight and he licked his lips without realizing it. He wanted to yank her around and latch his lips around her tits so he could drink up her essence, but just as that thought came on there was another more pressing sensation that careened through his mind.

A powerful orgasm was coming on quite fast for the bull. The pleasure doubled and then tripped in intensity as it rocketed from his loins into the base of his cock. From there it shot up his member and culminated in a powerful blast of hot cum that splattered the cow's cunt. Maurice bellowed loudly and pushed out his chest as he did. The sound carried nice and far, alerting a few other farmhands that were around doing work, each of them knowing exactly what that sound was.

It came with an accompanying squeal from the cow that was just as loud and far reaching. As her insides grew substantially warmer from the influx of jizz, she couldn't keep herself from going over the edge. Her pussy flexed and gripped the bull's cock nice and tight as she convulsed and gushed her femme juices over his length. The spurt of clear fluid splashed against Maurice's pelvis and balls as he continued to pound away. Every thrust caused a fresh gush of his cum to enter her and a replying spray to come back out.

The bull gave a loud grunt and smacked the woman's ass before finally pulling out. His shaft still throbbed but there came a satisfying wave of accomplishment over him as he looked down at the cow's soaked backside. They were both panting hard and as soon as he released her, Charlotte stood up to her full height and stretched her arms high above her head.

“Fuck, that was good!” she sighed happily and shook her hips, several drops of their combined cum still spilling down the inside of her thighs and dropping to the floor. Maurice laughed and nodded his head.

“Glad you talked me into it. Wish it could have been in a nicer place though,” he remarked as he grabbed his discarded bottoms and began to pull them on.

“Eh, spur of the moment stuff is way sexier than any bedroom crap if you ask me,” Charlotte retorted as she scooped up a finger full of the bull's cum from between her legs and licked it off. Milk continued to spill from her nipples and it would continue until she fully calmed down.

The bull smiled fondly at his fellow farmhand and nodded in agreement “Yeah I suppose,” he sighed and zipped up his pants. Meanwhile, the cow had yet to even bother getting back into her own clothing. He was about to mention that fact when there came a voice shouting up to the hayloft from the ground.

“Hey, Maurice?” It was the sound of Twit, he had come back with the next load it would seem, which made sense. What didn't make sense is that he wanted the bull's attention. Maurice meandered over to where the conveyor stuck in through the open window and peaked out where the other farmhand must have been.

Indeed Twit was down there and he had a full trailer of hay bales, but there was someone else down there beside him. It was a woman, someone he had never seen before. She was a brown furred wolf dressed in business clothes, a stark contrast to anyone else there on the farm.

“Yeah?” the bull called out to him and leaned against the windowsill.

“You've got someone who wants to talk to you here,” Twit shouted again.

“I'll be right there,” the bull said and turned back to the inner hayloft. Charlotte was busily licking her fingers clean after she continued to dip them into her pussy. He walked up to her and she looked to him expectantly. “You might want to put some clothes on, we might have a big wig on site.” He didn't stay to see Charlotte's reaction, but he did hear her begin to hastily gather her articles and slip them back on.

Maurice crossed the hayloft to a ladder and backed down it to stand amid the various empty stables of the barn. He took his time with walking back out but when he was eye to eye with the newcomer he hurried his pace. This might have been more serious than he thought if it was someone he didn't recognize, and the whole situation was made all the stranger by Twit having an obviously uncomfortable look on his face.

“Is there something I can help you with, ma'am?” The bull asked as he came to stand a couple feet away. The wolf looked at him through a pair of black sunglasses that completely shielded her eyes. She withdrew a yellow folder from under her arm and turned it open.

“Are you Maurice Cliften?” she asked stoically.

“That's right,” the bull replied just as evenly.

“Do you recall vising the Dairy Sweet breeding establishment a week ago and impregnating a cow by the name of Ginger?” she continued.

“Uh yeah, I do recall that. Is everything okay?” Maurice pressed with a raised eyebrow.

“If you follow me, I'd be happy to explain on the way,” the wolf said after she snapped the folder closed and held it down by her side. She gestured over towards a black Sedan that was pulled into the gravel driveway, its windows tinted nearly black.

“I've got a lot of work to do today, actually. I can't really afford to go anywhere at the moment,” the bull said curtly. His reply seemed to irk the woman.

“It's of the utmost importance, Mr. Cliften. We really need you to come with us.” Her tone had become deeper and taken on a more foreboding nature. It made the bull uncomfortable.

“Look, I'm sure it's really important but that doesn't do anything for me-”

“Ginger is pregnant,” she snapped quickly, interrupting him. Maurice paused and quirked an eyebrow. A cow getting pregnant was nothing new until he remembered that the county was going through some sort of blight at the moment. Maybe this plague or whatever it was was worse than he expected.

“S-so?” he asked, confused.

“One pregnancy out of seventeen thousand cows in the state. We need to figure out what is going on and how you were able to overcome the complications we've been having. Now please, come with me,” she said again, her voice becoming tinged with worry and desperation. It was then that the gravity of the situation seemed to hit the bull and he nodded.

The wolf turned and began to walk towards the car with the bull falling in behind her. On his way there, he glanced at Twit and only offered an apologetic shrug before turning back to his front and picking up his pace towards the vehicle.