Meet Me at the Breeder

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In Swissville there was a breeding organization that was well known. Within its clean and well maintained facilities there was a dedicated staff that helped the customers and their cattle with several aspects of farm life.   
 
  From across the Midwest many farm owners would bring their cows in to the facility to be artificially inseminated by the rotating stock of virile donors that visited the facility. Within, the cattle were treated very well, the females often getting milked while they were impregnated and even receiving any series of luxury treatments. While they were serviced, participants were often subject to massages, catered food, and soothing atmospheres. Most cows often looked forward to the pleasant experiences.
 
  From outside the facility, a large, orange truck came rumbling smoothly into the packed parking lot near the front of the building. After slipping into one of only a few vacant spots, the vehicle was turned off and the driver side door came open.
 
  Out stepped a rather tall and handsome bull. He was fit and strong, not an ounce of excess fat on him, and the muscles that made up his arms and wrapped his torso were well defined and angular. He held the body of someone that was hard working and was used to digging his hands into dirt and manipulating all manner of tools on a day to day basis.   
 
  Indeed, his profession as a farm hand often lent himself to tedious work but at the end of every day he always felt accomplished and happy that he was able to have such a fulfilling purpose. His name was Maurice, and he was one of the more well known workers in the town, mainly due to the fact that he practically ran everything on the Dairy Sweet farm and was the guide that all other workers looked to for support. Dairy Sweet also happened to be the same organization that owned the breeding facility.
    Maurice wore a pair of dirty jeans, a gray flannel shirt and a cap that was settled between his horns. He adjusted his hat and settled his truck keys into his pocket as he wordlessly walked over to the front of the building.   
 
  Just out from there was another individual that gave an enthusiastic wave to the bull as he came nearer. She was a border collie that was dressed in typical medical garb, a white coat over purple scrubs. In her paw she held a clipboard that had some pertinent information for the bull. Her name was Sandra, she was a nurse for the facility and one of the many directors that pared bulls and cows who had a high probability of making strong, healthy offspring.
 
  “Thank you so much for coming on such short notice, Maurice,” she said with an apologetic look on her face.   
 
  The male chuckled and shrugged. “Don't worry about it, I'm just happy to do my part,” he replied and stopped a couple feet away.   
 
  “We'll pay you a small premium at least, things have gotten pretty dire,” she explained as she turned to the front door and opened it, holding it back as the bull followed her in. The two walked through the reception area where many other similar bulls and cows were waiting around and were being directed by other staff members of the organization.   
 
  “So what's the deal, cows are having a tough time getting pregnant?” he asked as they stepped into a clinic styled area with medical professionals doing exams on what seemed like a crowd of the same kind of people in the reception area.   
 
  “It's worse than that,” Sandra sighed as Maurice sat down in an examination room and got set up for a blood draw. He was so fit that finding a vein wasn't the slightest bit difficult, though he hated needles. Despite his disdain for them he gave no reaction when she stuck the inside of his elbow and began to draw his blood into a vial. “None of the pregnancies have taken hold no matter how many samples are given, and we don't know why. On top of that, a large amount of the milk we've gotten from the cows has gotten a strange bug in it. Who ever drinks it gets sick, we don't know how or why, but very little of it has been able to be put on shelves.”
 
  “Are the cows okay? Are they transferring the bug?” he asked, concerned.   
 
  “No, as far as we can tell the bug is nowhere to be seen in them, which is so very odd. It somehow gets in the milk sometime between when its harvested and when it gets to the shelf,” the dog sighed as she pulled the needle out and brought the full vile of blood over to a machine to be analyzed.
 
  “Has anyone been in to see if the bug is getting in through the facility?” he asked and leaned back in his chair.   
 
  Sandra shook her head sadly and crossed her arms over her chest. “When all of this came to light, we were audited by the FDA. We are up to code on everything and no harmful diseases were found inside of the packaging area. We've ever tested the milk at every stage of its production, it's hit or miss at what stage it will show up, whatever seems to be consistent is that it's always infected when it gets into the store.”
 
  Maurice nodded thoughtfully and rubbed his hand against his chin. “Hmm, that's very odd. I'd imagine Dairy Sweet is hurting pretty bad then, eh?” he asked.   
 
  “Well, we were doing okay until the cows suddenly stopped getting pregnant. I dunno, maybe with some of your legendary seed we can get something planted,” she chuckled and winked. He snickered as well. Maurice was known to be very promiscuous, even going out of his way to have fun with any of the cows that he tended to on the Dairy Sweet farm or even the other farm hands.   
 
  The machine dinged and quickly printed out a diagnosis. Sandra grabbed the piece of paper and read over it quickly. When she was done she sighed happily. “Okay, you're clean. Follow me,” she said and trotted out. Maurice was quick to get up and stay on her heel. Through the clinic they went out to the main breeding area that was filled with stocks of heifers and cows waiting and currently being bred.
    As they walked down the corridor that was lined with doors marked by ascending numbers, the sounds of sex could be heard from either side. Long moans and rough grunts echoed from every room, along with the rhythmic smack of many couples mid coitus. Sandra led the bull down to the point that they were coming up on the end. On the second to last door on the left, the dog turned and opened the door and gestured for him to enter.   
 
  Maurice did as he was instructed and meandered into the room, all too familiar with the following procedure. It was a small space, but incredibly inviting. The walls were painted with a forest scene that was portrayed on a nice day. The sounds that were once prevalent outside didn't permeate the walls, instead gentle music was coming in through a speaker on the ceiling.   
 
  In the middle of the room was a naked cow that Maurice recognized right away. Ginger was a beautiful woman with wide hips, a gorgeously round backside, and rather huge breasts. She was somewhat pudgy with a belly that would hang down a bit if she were standing up, but other than that she was very healthy and stunning. Golden hair that went to the middle of her back was pulled into a single ponytail and hung over her shoulder.
 
  Ginger was sitting in a way that looked like she was backwards on a bench that was bent at a thirty degree angle. Her thighs straddled the seat, causing her butt to push out over its edge. Her front was resting against the cushioned length of the bed, but a section at her chest was significantly shortened, allowing her breasts to rest through it comfortably. The bench ended right at her collar bone, and in front of her face was a plate of greens that she was idly eating as she relaxed. Attached to each nipple was a section cup and hose that lead out to a machine, milk streaming from each tit and getting sucked away.
 
  Over top of her was a wolf that was expertly kneading her back, hips, and shoulders. The masseuse turned his eyes to the new arrivals as they came in and stopped his procedure as the bull approached. Space was limited, and three bodies was enough to make things claustrophobic, so he excused himself and exited while avoiding the much larger male. Sandra waved to the lupine as he went on his way back down the hall.   
 
  Ginger turned her head and smiled happily as she recognized her friend and gave an excited wave. “Maurice! It's so good to see you again!” she said happily.   
 
  “It's good to see you too, Ginger, how have things been?” the bull asked as he moved closer.   
 
  “I'll just leave you two alone for now,” Sandra said as she stepped back from the door. “Just come back to the reception desk in the clinic when you're done, Maurice,” she said and closed the door. The bull gave a halfhearted wave goodbye before he turned back to the woman.   
 
  “Things have been rough actually,” she mumbled, suddenly sad as she answered his question. “I don't know what's wrong with me, none of my sessions have resulted in a pregnancy, and my milk keeps going bed,” she sighed.   
 
  “Yeah, Sandra told me,” he replied and came up beside her and stroked both of his hands up her back and over her shoulders.   
 
  “I just don't know what could be wrong with me. I mean, those two things have to be related somehow, right?” she asked and craned her head as she felt Maurice's lips press against the side of her neck.   
 
  “No one knows right now, so don't fret about it,” he said and then smiled as he leaned back. “Besides, I'm here to cure one of those problems,” he chuckled with a grin. That seemed to make the woman perk up and she gasped as she watched him.   
 
  “That's right! My manly hunk has come to breed me,” she said and wiggled her butt from side to side in an enticing way. Maurice watched with hunger in his eyes as he began to disrobe.   
 
  “We'll get rid of this whole 'I can't get pregnant' nonsense right away,” he continued as he pulled his shirt from over his head and began to undo his pants. When his buckle became unclasped he pushed it and the rest of his bottoms to the floor. In no time at all, he was as naked as the woman.   
 
  She watched from where she was and bit her lip at the sight of the soft cock hanging between his legs. Maurice was one of the bigger males she had been fucked by, and every time they would either meet here or somewhere else she always looked forward to getting filled by him.   
 
  A bright blush formed over her cheeks as she watched him approach from behind. He had his cock by the base and was stroking over its softness, egging it to get nice and hard. He reached out with his other hand and gave Ginger's ass a nice smack, making her whimper and moan at the same time. She pushed her butt out towards him and wiggle it again.   
 
  The bull could feel blood rushing to his member, just the sight of the bent over woman while she was getting milked was doing wonders for his member. He let a glob of his spit fall to his palm and then he smeared it over his throbbing girth. As he came closer he pressed his free hand against the woman's buttcheek and spread it open, revealing her winking tailhole and her wet pussy. He left his thumb drift in and suddenly penetrate her pucker.   
 
  “Maurice!” she gasped and moaned. “This trip has to be strictly business, hun, no pleasure,” she warned.   
 
  The bull chuckled, “I know, I know.” he lifted his rubbery dick and smacked it against her ass a few times, each blow making more blood flow out to his tip. When he felt that he had become rigid enough, he took a small step back and moved in, pressing his cock to her cunt and penetrating her tight, slick hole.   
 
  “Ooooh, fuck!” she groaned and arched her back. She could feel him still growing inside as he pushed his cock nice and deep, not stopping until the end of his shaft pressed against the woman's cervix. Ginger was moaning in bliss as she felt herself become so full. With her tongue hanging from her mouth like some lust crazed slut, she began to really cry out as Maurice began to move.   
 
  With his strong hands settled on her hips, his own drew back and worked forward. His rigid girth became slathered in her juices and fully lubricated every inch of himself that he had to offer. The bull was concentrating at the moment, but Ginger seemed to be very receptive of the treatment, and so he began to move a bit faster and harder.   
 
  His heavy balls swayed with each motion, the smack of their bodies colliding began to grow in volume as he began to put some real power behind every motion. The way his thick member filled her so well and stretched her hole was causing her mind to go fuzzy. Each time she would feel his weight impact her, she would try and push her hips back onto him to try and make him go just a bit deeper.   
 
  At first Maurice wasn't making any sounds, but gradually he began to huff and snort as he allowed himself to feel the full extent of the situation. His muscular body began to relax and a low moan emanated from his mouth. With half lidded eyes he looked over the cow that he was fucking and found himself admiring her beauty. Ginger was truly someone that he adored, there was many times that he went behind the tool shed with her to get a quick blowjob or to cum all over her tits after she would spend a day teasing them at him.   
 
  “Oooh, Maurice,” she groaned and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. Her body jostled with every thrust that he threw forward, her clear fluids dripped down his shaft and sprinkled to the floor. He leaned his body closer to hers, his feet staggering so he didn't fall against her. His hands traveled up her back and settled on her shoulders. His face came closer to hers and their moths melded together in a deep, passionate kiss.
 
  As time went on, his movements became more aggressive. He didn't let his lips move too far away from hers, and so he pounded away at her pussy with an increase in speed and strength. The smacking grew louder, echoing through the small room and drowning out the soothing music. Ginger's moans eventually had to escape, her mouth came open as the pleasure began to spike, she was nearing her first orgasm.   
 
  It was such an endearing sight to see a girl paint his cock in her juices, not unlike what she had been for the whole time he was there. Every time he would thrust forward it was like he was trying to get deeper than the previous hit. His balls slapped at the outside of her cunt, absolutely soaked in her essence.   
 
  Ginger's voice grew louder and higher pitched. Her body trembled as she came hurdling through a rough climax that had her juices spattering the ground and his pelvis like a sprinkler. He could feel her contracting on his cock, and after twenty good minutes of ravaging her hole, he soon began to feel his climax fast approaching.   
 
  She seemed to pick up on his more labored grunts and groans and what they meant. “Yes! Yes! Cum inside me, breed me like I'm yours,” she begged and arched her back again as a sharp strike of pleasure wound its way through her body. “I wanna have your calves! Fill me to the brim, babe!”   
 
  Maurice's eyes clenched tightly shut and he gave a shake of his head. Sweat was beading and running down his forehead and down over his neck. Every hard thrust forward sent the droplets flying. Her words were making him approach even faster, his hips began to shake as he threw everything he had into the actions. His grunting grew louder and he soon clenched his teeth as the orgasm came slamming into him.
 
  The sharp spike of intensity ripped up through his cock and came as a powerful gush of cum that sprayed the inside of her cunt. The force of it was more than enough to push past her cervix and begin filling her hot womb. Ginger was crying out and shaking against her seat, the hoses that were attached to her nipples were flailing as well. Maurice continued to thrust, even as the thick jets of cum tapered off and the frothy volume of bull jizz spilled out to mix with her own fluids on the floor.   
 
  Ever so slowly though, the bovine's movements ground to a halt and he was left panting and exhausted. He stared over the woman's body as she lied limp on her seat. Maurice leaned his body against hers as he took in deep gulps of air in an attempt to regain his breath.  Another shiver wound its way up his spine and he gave a grunt. Slowly his eyes opened and he unclenched his jaw. At the same time his body leaned back, causing his thick cock to slip free of her hole. His shaft became limp right away, a member as large as his didn't retain its rigidity for very long after orgasm.   
 
  “Oh, Maurice...” Ginger mumbled happily and rested her head on top of her folded arms. He watched the woman for a moment longer before he walked over and affectionately brushed his cheek against her shoulder.   
 
  “Here's to hoping for a healthy calf,” he replied and leaned away from her for a moment. She mumbled her agreement, seemingly on the verge of falling asleep. This was an important time for cows, just after getting bred they needed to relax and let his little swimmers do their work.   
 
  The bull wordlessly and with as little noise as possible, collected his clothes and pulled them all back on. When he had made sure that he was presentable enough, he opened the door of the room and stepped out back into the hall filled with other peoples' moans.
 
  He made his way back to the area where Sandra was and gave her a happy wave as he approached her. She was in the middle of helping out another bull, but she was still able to grab her paperwork for Maurice to fill out. When he had completed every last form, she went behind the main reception desk and brought out a company ordered check. She cut him an amount for his time, plus a premium that she had promised and handed it over.
 
  With his job done and his time paid for, the bull returned to his truck in the parking lot. Despite being someone who didn't often worry about things that he couldn't touch or see, Maurice found his mind wondering back to Ginger and her situation as a while. He hoped that whatever happened, that this time a calf would take hold and that her milk would be okay, and for the situation with Dairy Sweet would resolve itself.