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Colin Bridgerton's curiosity has really gotten the best of him.
The entire time he's worked out here. He's always wondered what has been in that old worn down barn across the lab. He asked, once. The senior lab tech just dismissed it as a storage space. But—that wasn't enough. No one keeps a look out on that big place. No one seems to know or care.
Not even a lab as secure as this.
That by the way. Is in the middle of nowhere.
Tonight, after a hell of a long shift. It's the first thing he sees after he goes out the double doors. He knows this isn't a good idea. Actually, it's a terrible idea. He walks toward the barn. Curiosity winning out.
The lock, even after the day is over. Is still in place. But there has to be another way to get in right? No way they have just one entrance. When he walks around to the side. There is a window. Yup—this is terrible. But he has to do it.
Climbing up the side. He somehow makes his way up and through the window. Practically fucking up his pants as he climbs in. There is a small loft just on the other side. That he manages to squeeze through. Made of terrible wood. Splitting in a few places.
The first thing he notices is three boxes with strange numbers. 003. When he looks down, he sees… is that a person? No—it's a girl. Breathing lightly as her eyes are closed. She was laying down on her side. Surrounded by the yellow hay. It's obvious why they've been hiding her in here. She's not a regular cow. But…she's not a human either.
Her hair is human-like. A pretty copper red that goes down her back. It's her ears that stand out the most to him. A floppy white with red spots. Her face is the prettiest he's ever seen. Somehow she's a perfect blend between a human and a cow.
Around her neck sits a small golden cow bell.
When she moves a little in her sleep. It makes a noise.
He watches her hair move. Her little ears perking up a bit as she nuzzles into the hay. Fuck, he shouldn't be here. He'll get in a hell of alotta trouble. If anyone catches him here with her. She's locked away for a reason.
Colin's eyes go down to her body. And for a second, it's like he's lost any sort of ability to think. Or breathe. Her body is perfect. An itty bitty bikini top barely covers her heavy tits. Nipples are a second away from coming through the small triangles.
Black Bikini bottoms on her. Sitting high enough to attempt to cover her little stomach pudge. Jesus, her thighs are one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen. On full display for him.
And oh.
She has a tail.
It mostly has a mind of it's own. That he can tell from the loft anyway. Moving every few seconds. Hitting the ground softly as she sleeps peacefully. It's covered in red and white spots. Just like the hair on her ears. The tail has red hair at the tip.
What is she? Is it just her in here? She's a hybrid. Is that…possible? Well—obviously. She's here. But she’s not like the other cows he works with.
He tries to steady himself on the platform above. Putting his foot on the shitty first step of the ladder. His foot loudly hits the floor when he climbs down. It perks her ears up. A confused look spreads across her face as she opens her eyes.
Fuck, he didn't mean to…
"Who—who are you?" She panics.
God, he can see the fear on her face. Her eyes wide with surprise. He puts his hands up. For what reason? He doesn't even know. Probably to try to keep her calm. Which isn't exactly working as she sits up.
"I'm Colin," he stumbles out, trying to comfort her. "I—I work here."
Her eyebrow raises. "Work here?" She asks, sitting up on her knees. "You are one of them?"
One of them? Like people who he works with? They might come in here and take care of her? Well, obviously they do, someone has to.
"One of them?"
"They visit me," She says. "When the sun comes up and when all the lights go out."
Colin steps closer. Walking toward the hay where she is laying. Her eyes stare up at him. Those pretty ocean blue eyes. How can he make her feel comfortable? Get closer to her maybe. He kneels down to sit on the floor.
"What's your name, little one?" He questions. "It'll be nice to know your name."
"Penelope."
Penelope. God, her name is as beautiful as she is. He looks around. The place is older, like no one has updated anything in years. Everything she has is in this corner—which isn’t a lot. Is there anything for her to do?
"How long have you been here?"
"My whole life," Penelope replies with a smile. "I don't know how long that's been."
That's one thing he can't imagine. Living her whole life in here. Not able to walk out of these doors. He's had his whole life to run. To travel. To do anything but sit around. For her, she's sitting here. Day after day. With nothing to do. No one to talk to.
Reaching a hand out to her. She meets his. Those little ears of hers flopping as she tilts her head. Her fingers brush against the tips of his. Her fingers are so small as they rest in his hand. She's just so tiny.
"Are you alone here?" Colin inquires. "All the time?"
She nods. "Most of the—"
There is a loud sound, suddenly. Sounds like chains moving on the other side of the door. Fucking fuck. He scrambles to his feet. Trying to keep calm. Smiling at her.
"I'll come back and see you, little one," he mutters, walking toward the ladder. "Okay? Gotta keep me being here a secret, though. Promise?"
Penelope pouts a little and nods. But he's quickly climbing up. His heart is pounding in his chest as he tries not to get caught. He makes it to the top. Hoping the wood won't cave under him. He should've stayed longer. Figured out more about her.
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Colin visited her plenty times after that.
Once every few days at first—to check in on her. She was alone after all. Sitting in a worn down barn all by herself. The moment he climbed down that ladder. Her pretty blue eyes would light up. Her ears would perk up.
They'd sit for a little while. Her sitting next to him. Knees tucked up to her chest. He'd talk about his work—the little he had to do some days. His struggles outside of the lab.
Though, she didn't really understand it.
Just kept a cute smile on her face the whole time.
Eventually. He found himself coming to visit everyday. Through that same small window he'd climbed through before. He brought her gifts. A blanket. Flowers to show he appreciated her. He had to explain to her that they are not food. Not like she usually eats.
They would sit for even longer afterwards. For hours until he had to go. It really sucked leaving every single time.
But tonight, the moment he comes through that small window. Something is different. The way she is pacing back and forth. Playing with the ends of her red hair. God, she's so beautiful. But something is wrong. It's not her usual self.
He climbs down the wooden ladder. Feet hitting the straw covered floor.
"Hey little one," Colin says, standing in front of her. "Are you okay?"
Penelope keeps pacing. Walking around the barn. Her little cowbell making a small ring as she keeps going. Seems like she's unable to sit still. Just shaking her head at him. Little ears flopping.
"No," she says. "I-I'm feeling funny. It happens. Once a cycle. Part of what I am, I think."
"Why don't you tell me what it feels like?" He asks.
Her tails stops swinging and her face turns a light red. "In the front. In between my legs."
Oh.
Ohhh. Fuck.
"Describe it to me."
"It aches. Tingles. Lots of fuzzy feelings."
Colin bites his lip. Taking a deep breath. She's like a human woman. Women go through cycles. And from what he knows about cows. So do they, once a month. Is she ovulating? Is that why she's so restless?
"Anything else happen, little one?"
"It gets wet down there," She sighs. "Soooo wet. I leak through my bottoms. I think that's not normal."
Shit. He can feel it. His dick getting hard in his pants. Really, what is wrong with him? She's obviously confused. But he'll have to explain. He can—no. It's a bad idea to offer to help her. But he can't help it.
She's so…pretty.
Her face is flushed. That pretty little red that's settled permanently on her cheeks. Her chest a shade of pink as her breathing has picked up. She stops for a minute. Her little blue doe eyes opening further.
"Is it not normal?"
"I—uh—I think it's normal," He steps closer, rubbing his hand on her cheek. "What helps you….when you get this way?"
Penelope shakes her head. "I don't wanna talk to you about it," she pouts. "It's embarrassing."
It's not embarrassing. Okay—he gets it. He understands why she feels that way. Their friendship is very new. He hasn't been in her life forever. Of course, she doesn't trust him.
"You can trust me," Colin replies, giving her a smile. "I promise, I won't judge you. I just need to know."
"Pillow," She points over to it. "I use it to help me feel better. The one you gave to me."
Uhhh. FuckingChrist. His head. It shouldn't go to what she looks like on top of it. How her hips were probably grinding down against it. Just for that little bit of relief. But it does. What the fuck is wrong with him?
Go away.
Go away.
"Did that help you?" He asks, "With the tingling?"
Penelope shakes her head, little ears moving. "No—it made it so much worse. I just need more."
"Did you try it…recently?" He asks, awkwardly.
"Yes," She whines. "It was hours ago. I tried a few times and it didn't even ease the pain."
Colin opens his mouth to speak. No, he shouldn't say it. Offer to help her ease the pain. He doesn't even know if it's really what he’s thinking. He's taking a guess.
"Please, Colin," she sighs. "I just need something…anything."
"There is something I can do," he says, running a hand through his hair. "It'll take the feeling away. But…we really shouldn't."
She pouts.
It's a pout that nearly kills him.
"Please," she begs. "I'll do anything to make this go away. You promised me that I could ask for help. Just to tell you what the problem is."
Damn it. He did make her that promise. That if she needs anything to just ask. He'll do his best to make her happy. And now…she is. Outright.
"It's—it's something I can do with my mouth," he replies. "It should help relieve it a bit. If that's what the problem is."
What else could the problem be? He just assumes that it's heat. That need that animals—and well, even humans go through to be fucked. Bred. She's physically so close to a human woman. It makes the most sense.
"I need something. I can't take it anymore," Penelope whines. "Colin…"
Okay. She wants this. Wants this so bad that she's flustered. Her chest is red. Her cheeks are that pinkish tint. She looks so exhausted. Just do it. He grabs her hand. Leading her over to a sack of hay.
There doesn't really look like there is anywhere else to go. Sadly, this is probably the best spot to do this to her. He picks her up carefully. Placing her onto it. Her legs press together tightly as he stands in front of her. What is he doing? Is he really going to do this?
Yeah—he is.
It's crazy.
The problem is he has so many questions for her. Right now is probably the best time to ask some of them.
"I need you to spread your legs for me, okay?" Colin says. "We'll take this really slow."
Penelope spreads her legs. Her thighs are soaking wet. Her wetness clinging to them. Slick already starting to drip below her. God. He can feel himself getting harder in his jeans.
"Good girl," he praises, stepping between her thighs.
His fingers trace her cunt through her bottoms. He doesn’t want to rush it. But he needs to know what she looks like. Her body has random patches of fur. Mostly human, though. The second his fingers graze her tiny bud under the fabric. Her hips move.
And she whimpers. The cutest sound between a moan and a low.
"Do you know anything about her?"
She's lived in this barn her whole life. Well, maybe not her whole life. But there isn't anyway someone has sat with her enough to teach her about it. Right?
"H-her?" She whispers.
Swiping his thumb one more time. She let out that loud moan again. It feels like music to his ears. Hearing it over and over again. She spreads her thighs a little wider. Letting him in just a little bit more.
His hand cups her. Rubbing over her swollen pussy. It's driving him insane. Feeling just how wet she is. Watching it leak onto the hay under her. He needs to see it. See just how swollen it is under these bottoms.
But she's not ready.
Not yet.
"It's called a cunt," he replies, looking up at her. "Can you say that for me, little one?"
Her little ears perk up and her brow along with them. It's like the word is so strange to her. As if she's never heard it before.
"Cunt," she finally says.
He grinds his palm against her. Rubbing her clit like it's a praise for her repeating him. She moans again. A louder low coming out. "I need you to learn this before we can do anything else."
"My cunt," she mutters more confidently.
"Good girl," he praises her.
Using his two thick fingers. He pushes into the fabric of her bottoms. Fuck—Jesus. She feels it. He can tell by her whines. He pushes the fabric further into her tender entrance. She whimpers. Her ears relaxing down.
"I feel…"
"What do you feel" he asks, moving his fingers just a little. "Tell me."
"It hurts," she pouts. "It aches so much. I need it to go away."
"It shouldn't hurt," he says. "Show me where—"
Suddenly, her fingers are pulling her bottoms down. Landing onto the barn floor. Her fingers are touching right on her clit. Wow, she's so perfect. Her puffy pussy is better than he thought. So red and swollen. Slick gushing out of her hole.
His eyes go wide. He isn't going to pretend this isn't crazy. He sinks down onto his knees. Until his jeans are rubbing into the dirt of the floor. That's when he feels it. Her heat. And Christ—her scent. That fucking scent.
It's just what draws him in. His lips act on their own. Pressing a gentle kiss to her tender mound. Then making an 'o' right over her aching clit and kissed. God, just a small taste has him feeling dizzy.
Her hips rut against his face. His lips suck hungrily. His eyes roll back. The smell of her and the sweet taste of her. He's never had anything so intoxicating in his life. Pulling him in. Making him bury his face in her.
"Colin," she whines.
"Colin," she cries.
Each of her little cries and her lows made his mouth water. Saliva gushing out of his mouth as he practically drinks. God, he can't get enough of her. He latches onto her clit. Sucking it harder. Just to give her enough of a feeling. Then he lets go with a loud plop.
Penelope whimpers again. Her ears going down in a sad little way.
"Why did you stop?" She asks.
"To teach you," he says. "This is your clit. She's just so sensitive, isn't she? Does it make you feel good?"
Colin's tongue sticks out. Flattening his tongue and swiping against her clit. She nods her head rapidly. Looking down as he does it again. He can feel a little gush come from her cunt against his chin. She's just so wet. Wetter than any human girl he's ever been with.
He stops again. "I need you to say what it is."
"C-clit," She whispers.
His tongue does another quick swipe. Before he stops. Her eyes look so defeated the moment he stops. Okay, that was maybe a little bit mean. She's been so good. Trying to learn what's happening to her.
"What is it called?"
"My clit," She whines. "Can you do that again? With your mouth?"
How could he tell her no? With her little pout on her face. With the way her ears flop down when she's sad. He pushes his face further into her cunt. Nearly suffocating on her. Juices gushing out with every lick of his tongue.
Wordless. That's what she is right now. Struggling to breath above him. He takes his hand from her thigh. Grabs one of her massive tits. Squeezing just a little bit until she's whining again. He knows what will make her cum.
Colin licks a ring around the hood of her clit. Gently using the tip of his tongue to lift it up. Really hitting her pleasure point. She squirms and then let's out a loud please. Before slapping her hand over her mouth. He keeps sucking. Fuck, even if he wants to stop. He can’t.
Addicting is what she is.
Every sound she makes. The smell of her.
He lifts his other hand to put his fingers inside her. No. He wants her to cum with just his tongue. Feel her little body tense under him. He is practically rutting his cock against the hay. Trying to get any sort of friction that he can.
Sucking her clit and flicking the tip of his tongue against her. She stutters. Crying out so loud he is afraid someone can hear it.
"That—that," she mumbles. "Right there."
Sucking on her little clit. She squeals until she is wordless. Her hands gripping into the hay. Her legs locking around his face. She is cumming. All over his face. Dripping onto his pants at this point. Fuck, he can't stop. He licks her through it.
Tasting every last bit of her as she cums against his tongue.
So sticky and warm.
"Colin," She looks down, so innocently.
He doesn't bother to wipe his mouth. Swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. Just to get one more taste of her as he stands. Her tail smacks against the hay as she moves.
"Do you feel better, little one?"
Penelope shakes her head. "No," Penelope pouts. "I need more. It still hurts—"
"We shouldn't go any further," Colin says. "It's not a good idea."
"Please."
If it isn't for how pretty her voice sounds when she's begging. Her eyes are blinking back at him. That look on her face. The way her ears flop. Christ. How can he resist her and tell her no? That's easy. He can't.
"I'm going to unzip my pants," he murmurs. "I don't want you to freak out, alright?"
"Freak out?" she raises a brow.
"I'm going to show you my cock," Colin continues. "It's what goes inside of you. It'll help you feel better."
"Cock?" Penelope repeats.
"Yes," he nods. "Are you ready?"
She smiles at him. His hands go to the zipper of his jeans. Dragging it down. Pushing them just past his hips. Her eyes go wide as he frees himself. His massive cock. The head dripping with pre-cum. Veins so strained they are pulsing.
"It—it's so large," she sighs, eyes wide. "All of it goes inside?"
Colin nods his head. Wow, her beautiful blue eyes are watching him. So curious. It's not something that should turn him on, right? But, jesus fuck. It does.
"Does it hurt?" She asks, looking back up into his eyes.
"No, it shouldn't," he says. "What I did to you…with my tongue. It helped you relax. Do you want me to help you more?"
"Please," she begs.
How is he suppose to tell her no? That he shouldn't help her when it's all she needs right now. Actually—it's all he needs too. Gripping the base of his cock, he holds it steady. As he swipes the head against her clit.
"Not there," she whines. "It doesn't hurt there."
Her cunt is so wet and sensitive. She whimpers when his head dips down to her entrance. Wetting his tip more as he goes back to her clit. Pressing slightly. Rubbing it up and down. Fuck, her legs are opening wider for him.
Just do it.
She wants him to do this.
But God. She's so sweet. So innocent. He doesn't want to hurt her. There has to be something he can do. To distract her from any of it. Or…maybe he got her wet enough that it won't hurt her. Will it hurt her? Like a regular girl?
Grabbing her face, he makes her look at him. Doesn't want her to freak out. She needs to just focus on him. Instead of overreacting and panicking.
"Just look at me," he reassures her, eyes going to where their bodies are about to meet. "Don't look down, okay?"
Colin moves his hips forward. And she gasps. Making the prettiest little sound. She starts frowning. Pain spreading across her face. Her ears perking up. Christ, it was just the thick massive head of his cock stretching her. It felt like to the max. He is barely inside her.
Her hand goes to his arm.
Nails digging into them.
"Don't stop."
He groans. "You're so tight, little one. I don't want to hurt you."
Her cunt felt like a fist to him. Uh, fuck, so tight that it makes his mouth fall open. Fucking. Fuck. Fuck. He can't hurt her. His hand goes to her tit. Pulling the bikini top to the side. His thumb rubbing her nipple.
She gasps. Moving her hips. It forces her to take him more. Her tightness clenching around his tip. Sucking him in an inch more.
He curses, before he grips her thighs. "Spread your legs more for me."
Looking down. He pushes in more. A gush of her juice coats him. She opens her legs as far as they can for him. It shouldn't. But it snaps something in him. He slams into her. The sound of her bell ringing fills the room. As he buries all the way to the hilt.
His tip kisses her cervix. She cries out. He just keeps driving into her. A steady in and out as her thighs squeeze him. She's perfect. So goddamn perfect. Her pussy is so tight as she sucks him in. Not letting him even pull all the way out.
"I can feel it," Penelope says. "In my tummy."
"Yeah?" Colin breaths. "Show me, little one."
Her tiny hand moves under her belly button. He slams in and out of her wet needy cunt. Pressing his hand harder over hers. Until his fingers feel the bulge.
"Is this where I am?" he asks. "All the way inside you."
"I think," she nods.
Then somehow, he presses even deeper into her. His belly hitting her clit. Tip kissing her cervix even harder. He keeps rocking his hips forward. Hands gripping her hips.
Fuck, he should slow down.
He’s being so rough with her.
And her? She's just taking it. Like a good girl. Her little eyes are practically blown out. Her ears moving with each trust. Her tail is trapped under her. But she starts matching him with her hips. Then he hits her g-spot.
Letting out a loud moan, her toes curl. Her walls start pulsing around him. She cums. Soaking him. Her slick going down his length and his balls. She loves it. The way she's still trying to chase it. Grinding her hips with every one of his thrusts.
"Do- do," he stammers, out of breath. "Do you feel it?"
"Y-yes," she purrs.
Colin's so close. He needs to cum. He shouldn't cum…should he? She's not a human girl. Can he do this without getting her pregnant? Can she get pregnant? There is no way she can right? She's a hybrid.
But she doesn't know either way. That her body can do this. Make a calf. Or what he's about to do to her. But…fuck.
"Little one," He groans, slamming into her. "Do you know where little babies or….calves come from?"
"No."
It makes Colin choke on a moan.
Fucking hell. It's wrong to be turned on by this. How innocent she really is. Her cunt is completely taking his thick length. Head to the base. Squeezing him like she's ready.
"Godfuckingdamn," he says. "I need to cum."
"Cum?" She questions, her ears perking up.
"Do you know how you felt that build up?" He asks, out of breath as he keeps thrusting. "The same thing happens to me. I just do something a little different."
"Does it happen inside me?."
"Yes," He groans. "Do you want me to cum inside you?"
God, he's an idiot. But there is some strange primal thing in his brain right now. Ready to just give it to her. Even if she doesn't understand how this works. She's such a pretty girl. Who knows nothing about the outside world.
Here he is. Completely buried inside her. Cunt struck. His hips digging so hard into hers. Pulling out only a little bit so he can rub against her clit. Making her cum again all over him.
"Don't—answer."
"Please, Colin," she whispers.
Penelope lifts her hips. Eyes locked onto his. Like she's really begging him. Begging without really understanding what this is. Hell, he doesn't even understand. How any of this works.
He pulls all the way out. The only thing remaining is his tip. Before he rocks back in. Hitting her g-spot again. God, he is actually going to cum. He's nearly drilling her into the hay. Pushing her closer to him.
Grinding against her clit more. Feeling just how tight she is around him as she clenches. She's cumming. Gushing all over him one more time. Listening to her soft little moans and lows. The suction of her cunt is nearly enough to cut off the circulation to his cock.
He slams into her. His cock kissing her pretty womb. Ropes of thick warm cum spill out of him. Painting her insides. He isn't even sure how long it's lasted. He came more than he thinks a human is even able to.
Fucking.
Fuck.
After a few minutes. He pulls out, looking down at her. Thick cum stuffing her to the brim. Dripping out as her cunt pushes it out.
"Did it stop?" he asks. "The pain."
She nods her head. "Yes."
He reaches down. Grabbing her soaked bottoms from the floor. He sighs. Wishing he could get her something dry. Take her away from here. But he can't. Not right now, anyway.
Gently he slides them up her legs. Then helps her off the hay. Sitting down on the floor next to it. He pulls her hand down with him. Her head rests against his chest. Her hair is so pretty. It's one of the first things he noticed about her. It still…stays with him.
His hand goes to her ears. Petting them. They're so soft. A velvety feeling. Little red and white spots cover them. Her head nuzzles against his chest. He is her first. The first person to do anything with her. And she did so amazing.
Fuck.
He is about to get hard again just thinking about it.
"Are you okay, little one?" he asks. "Did it hurt?"
"No," she shakes her head. "Felt good."
Fingers drift down from her ears. His hand going to her bare thigh. Until it touches a patch of her fur. His thumbs stroke the coarse hair. Truth is, he doesn't understand her. Doesn't even understand really how this is all possible.
But, she's so mesmerizing. Managed to take his breath away. Even that first time he saw her in here. Wait—there has to be some explaining to what they did. She barely understood and he doesn't want her to ask anyone else for help.
"I need to tell you something," he says, suddenly.
Penelope's head peaks up. Eyes on his. "Yes?"
"What we just did, little one," Colin continues. "How I—uh helped you. You can't do that with anyone else okay?"
Her ears move and a confused look spreads across her innocent face. "Will something bad happen?"
"No, no," he reassures her, still rubbing that patch of fur. "It's just something that's meant for the two of us. Okay?"
Lowering her head onto his chest once more. She grabs his free hand. Intertwining her fingers with his. Her hands are so tiny compared to his. She squeezes a little. But he needs to know. That she understands all of this. It's important. Well…mostly important to him.
"Do you understand?" he asks.
"Yes," She says, letting out a small sigh. "C-can we do that again?"
"Do what again?"
"What we just did," Penelope replies. "Especially that thing with your tongue."
Yes. Of course.
He would be a mad man to tell her no.
"In a few minutes, okay?"
