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Mydei stepped into the show ring with all the poise and pride that he could possibly give. He’d already won several first place rosettes from other competitions at the show, of which were proudly displayed around his neck on his collar. However, this competition was the most important one yet for him and his farmer. Best heifer.
There were ten other heifers in the ring, all being led on lead ropes by their farmers. Three judges were positioned in the middle of the ring, examining how each cow hybrid composed themselves, the gait of their walk, and how good their bodies were.
The traits that the judges were looking for in the cows were relatively simple. A healthy, stocky body, with clean and symmetrical markings, long legs, a soft tail, with plump thighs and round hips, signifying that the heifers were perfectly made for breeding. Their hair needed to be soft and perfectly styled. Their eyes had to be sharp and alert, whilst their faces retained a cute plumpness. Pretty floppy ears alongside long striking eyelashes. Their temperaments needed to be calm and composed, carrying themselves with dignity and grace. Most important, of course, was that they had large healthy tits that swayed whilst they walked.
Mydei was the only Kremonan heifer in the ring. He was aware that his breed of cow was quite rare these days, hence why his farmer had given him the show name of ‘The Last Prince’. He’d overheard his farmer saying that he might be the last remaining pure-blooded Kremnoan cow altogether. That was why his farmer had paid so much money for him at auction when he was just a calf.
The other cows in the ring were of various other breeds. Mydei could see a couple of the other cows eyeing him up as they walked the ring for the judges. They knew he was their main competition.
Afterall, Mydei had everything that the judges were looking for in a perfect cow hybrid. His chest was large and toned, whilst his waist remained slim, before descending to curvy healthy hips and thick thighs, decorated in pretty red markings. His cow markings were almost perfectly symmetrical, the only exception being a tiny mark under his right eye, giving an edge of cuteness to an otherwise hulking physique. His blond hair was fluffy and brushed to perfection by his farmer and their stable hands, with a pretty braid tied in front of one of his floppy ears. Mydei had striking golden eyes, easy to notice from the other side of the ring. His eyes were framed by thick black eyelashes. Mydei was also a proud cow and knew his worth, and he always carried himself with defiant composure. One would think that he might look too formidable to be a cow. Despite all this, there was an edge of cuteness to his face. Combined with his body and temperament, Mydei drew the eyes of every cow he’d passed on the way to this ring, and drew in the judges too.
This was without mentioning Mydei’s best asset. His tits were large and round and heavy, jiggling uncomfortably in the tiny cow-patterned bikini bra he wore over them.
Some cows couldn’t produce milk without being pregnant or having calves. However, the Kremnoan breed had been known for being a particularly good dairy cow. Not only was their milk much richer than most other breeds, Kremnoan heifers could also produce milk before ever being touched by a bull. Though without a bull in the picture, milk production was a lot slower. Unbred Kremnoan heifers could usually be milked every month or so.
Mydei’s farmer hadn’t milked him for over four months in preparation for this show. By now, Mydei’s tits were so heavy and brimming with milk that it was a struggle to hold himself with upright grace. His bikini bra was tight and itchy over his chest, barely covering him at all. His tits bounced uncomfortably with every tiny movement. Sometimes it was almost unbearable; how full of milk he felt, and how sore and swollen his nipples were, but he would endure it for his farmer. It would be worth the pain for that red first place rosette.
Whilst they traversed the ring, the overhead commentator gave commentary and information about each of the contestant hybrids to the crowd watching.
“Lastly, we have The Last Prince, led by his holder. This is a magnificent pure-blooded Kremnoan hybrid. Such a mysterious yet magnificent cow is hard to come by these days. The Kremnoan breed is incredibly endangered and many believe this heifer may be the last pure-blood Kremnoan cow, though this statement is unproven. Either way, it is impossible to ignore the grandiose of this hybrid. A perfect Kremnoan specimen with a body carved of stone, whilst retaining a feminine softness in the hips and the face. Look at those beautiful red Kremnoan markings. His breasts are oversized and healthily full of milk. His thighs and hips are also well sized, a sign that this cow is perfectly fertile and suited for breeding. Despite being Kremnoan, a breed famous for its foul temperament, this heifer walks calmly and with pride. He’s exactly what the judges are searching for in a prize heifer.”
Some hums of appreciation came from the crowd, drinking in Mydei’s appearance, though Mydei tried not to pay attention to them. His task was to win, not to drink in the glory.
After going around the ring a few times, the judges signalled for each competitor to line up in the middle of the ring. The judges then went around each cow one by one, inspecting them up close. Mydei found himself at the end of the line, but waited patiently, continuing to hold himself perfectly straight and with the poise his farmer wanted.
From where he stood, he could just about see the holding barn where the bulls were kept. After the best heifer competition had taken place, it was the turn of the best bull. The bull competitors were in that barn right now, having their final touches as they prepared to take the ring. Of course, the bulls could smell the unbred heifers currently taking up the ring, and that was getting them quite excited. Mydei could hear them mooing and groaning excitedly, trying to get a response from one of the heifers. Mydei couldn’t properly see any of the bulls, nor did he really want to, considering the racket they were making, but he could make out a sliver of silver hair, and the pull of a pair of blue eyes between the wooden barn slits.
The judges finally got to him, greeting his farmer, before inspecting Mydei, or The Last Prince, as his show name was called. Mydei remained unflinching as foreign hands ran over his chest, tracing his hips. As they inspected him, the judges made notes on their clipboard.
When one judge squeezed at one of his achingly full tits, Mydei couldn’t stop the slight whine that bubbled in his throat. They really did hurt quite a lot. The judge seemed to hum his appreciation, however, and noted something else down on his clipboard.
After that, the judges stepped to the side to discuss the placings. The cows all waited patiently. Each of them had been preparing for this for months, after all. Each one wanted that red first place rosette more than anything.
It took the judges a good few minutes of discussion, before they collected the rosettes.
First they presented a green fourth place rosette to the Janusopolis heifer in the middle of the line. Both farmer and cow accepted their rosettes with grace.
A yellow third place rosette went to the Styxian heifer, and second place to the Okheman heifer. The Okheman heifer stamped her foot with some irritation at receiving second. She sent a scolding glance Mydei’s way.
Finally, the judge came over to Mydei’s farmer and shook his hand, giving him the first place red rosette and the prize money in gold. A red rosette was placed on Mydei’s collar, alongside the other red rosettes he had won from other competitions throughout the three days that the annual Okhema Livestock, Hybrid and Agricultural show had been going on.
“And the winner of best heifer goes to The Last Prince! Congratulations!”
Mydei tried not to react to receiving another red rosette. However, he couldn’t help flicking his tail smugly, especially when that Okheman heifer looked so fuming that she might burst milk everywhere.
The crowd around the ring gave their applause for the prize cows. Mydei could see many from the crowd pointing his way and complimenting him.
“Look at that heifer.”
“Isn’t he gorgeous? What a magnificent hybrid.”
“Completely pure-blooded Kremnoan as well. I’ve never seen one before. Might be the nicest cow I’ve ever seen.”
“How much do you think he’d be worth?”
Unfortunately for them, Mydei knew that his farmer had no intentions of selling him. No, his farmer would milk him of his worth at agricultural shows like this one for that prize money, before settling him down with a prize bull and having him birth perfect calves to take his place in the ring. Not only did winning competitions net quite a sum of prize money, but it was also the perfect opportunity to get the farm’s name out there. They had already been approached by several other farmers during the show, suggesting that they had the perfect bull to pair with him. So far, his farmer had declined each one. Only the best of the best would be able to lay with his prize heifer.
Mydei’s farmer led him back to their temporary stable holding and into his pen. The red rosettes he’d won were lined up on the gate in front of his pen so that every other farmer and hybrid could see. Mydei was then allowed to rest and eat for a little while in the straw. Meanwhile, the stable hands tended to him again. Brushing his hair, cleaning him once more, making sure he remained spotless.
Since he’d just won best heifer, he would now be entered automatically into the last show of the day. Best in show. This was the biggest competition of the entire agricultural show and he had a chance to win even greater glory, and an even greater sum of money for his farmer if he won. He’d be up against every other first place winner from every other category in this event, so he would be up against a variety of other hybrids, including against the best bull. Competition would be stiff for first place.
However, Mydei knew his worth, and he and his farmer had put months of work into this. Considering all the rosettes he’d won so far, he knew that he had a shot at winning.
Best in show would be taking place after the best bull event had finished, which by the sound of the commentator on the speakers, was just starting.
From his pen, Mydei couldn’t see the ring, though he could hear the announcer reading out the show names of each bull entering the ring.
“The General, a stunning Luofu bull with shining white hair and a long curled tail, almost resembling a lion!”
“The Merlin’s Claw, part Borisin and part Foxian, the symbol of strength and endurance, she is a perfect specimen!"
“And finally entering the ring, The Deliverer, hailing from a little known farm in Aedes Elysiae, this is this bull’s first big show and he has made waves amongst the competition, and it’s easy to see why!”
Mydei found some of the show names quite comical. His own show name, The Last Prince, had been given to him by his farmer, referencing his pure-blooded Kremnoan nature, and how his existence was seemingly impossible amongst a breed that had almost completely died out.
He wondered what the winning bull he would be competing against would look like. The commentator described some aspects of each bull on the overhead speakers, though without seeing them, it was difficult for Mydei to picture their appearances. After all, the commentator announced mostly the same thing about each bull.
A perfectly strong, unbreakable, muscular body, paired with a handsome sharp face, fluffy and smooth hair, and composure to their gait, as if each bull were a divine entity. The judges would, of course, also be looking intently at how large and bulbous the bull’s more…private parts were. More important than anything else in that ring, was a bull’s cock and balls. But the commentator couldn’t really talk about that into the microphone for the whole show to hear.
Mydei turned his mind away from the bulls, he needed to get himself back in the headspace for best in show.
A bit later, he heard the overhead speakers announce the winner of the best bull competition.
“First place for best bull goes to…The Deliverer! Congratulations on another win to him and his holder!”
Mydei could hear cheers for the winning bull from the crowd even from his pen.
So, this Deliverer bull would be amongst Mydei’s competition? It seemed he was quite popular with the crowds and with the commentator. Perhaps finally a worthy opponent? Mydei was intrigued to stand beside him in the ring.
Mydei’s farmer returned wearing a new fresh show jacket covered in the rosettes Mydei had won for him. It seemed it was time for them to get ready to head out into the ring again. The stable hands did their final touches to him. Redoing the braid in his hair and touching up his makeup. They slicked up his body in some more oil to make sure it shined in the sunlight, and brushed out the tip of his tail to complete fluffiness. Finally, they adjusted his bikini bra so it was centred tightly over his round breasts.
Mydei let the stable holders tie his collar back around his neck, adorned with all his winning rosettes and his cow bell. Then, his farmer attached the lead rope to his collar, and they were all set.
Mydei was one of the first to enter the ring this time, the commentator announcing his name.
“Entering the ring is the winner of best heifer, The Last Prince!”
There was a much bigger crowd around the ring now, since this was the biggest and final competition of the show. The crowd cheered for him, and Mydei reacted by poising his head high, making sure he traversed the ring with a perfectly paced gait, in a way that made his breasts wobble the most enticingly for the judges.
He kept his eyes focused ahead, not looking at the rest of his competition. Any distractions here could cost him that winning rosette.
“And here comes the winner of the best bull, The Deliverer!”
Mydei felt his eye twitch. Of course the bull would be right behind him. He desired to peek over his shoulder and see this bull. Afterall, whoever this bull was, he was getting the perfect view of Mydei’s ass in his tight cow print panties. And Mydei was pretty sure he could feel the eyes of said bull glued to that area as they walked. He’d already told himself though, no distractions. He wanted to win. He would beat this bull and win that red rosette for his farmer.
Since best in show contained all the winners from every other show category, the ring was also a lot more full this time, and Mydei’s competition was far greater, and far fiercer. They walked the ring several more times than previous rounds as the judges surveyed each hybrid.
By the time they were lined up in the centre of the ring for closer inspections, Mydei felt incredibly itchy. He was certain that the bull’s eyes had been glued to his back the entire time, could still feel their weight on his body, as if the bull hadn’t even blinked.
t got worse when Mydei came to a stop in the middle of the ring, and felt a presence pulling up beside him. The presence of a larger, taller hybrid cast over him, and he caught the outline of broad shoulders. Mydei saw the shadow of a bulking figure on the grass in front of him, two long gleaming bull horns on the top of the shadow’s head. This bull was big. So big that his shadow dwarfed Mydei, who was already a larger than average cow. Mydei could smell the bull’s fresh scent. He smelled earthy, like a fresh harvest. Mixed with that scent was something slightly salty, the clear evidence of this bull’s ripeness for the breeding season. That scent was intoxicating. Mydei’s tail flicked in interest against his will.
What was worse, that shadow on the grass had its head turned in his direction. The bull was looking right at him.
Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him. Mydei repeated to himself over and over.
However, as the judges went through the line of hybrids up for contention one by one, Mydei’s restraint continued to slip. He wouldn’t quite turn his head fully. No, just a little peek from the corner of his eye.
The shadow didn’t do the real thing justice. The bull beside him was beyond impressive. His chest was expertly carved and worked to perfection, with ripened arm muscles decorating an obscenely impressive body. The bull had long legs, with impressive thighs of his own to match, though Mydei refused to peek at the bull’s length in his cow-print hotpants. The bull had a white tail, which he flicked to and throw. Around his thick neck, he wore a collar adorned with his own selection of red rosettes, just as many as Mydei had.
Mydei’s eyes flitted upwards from the bull’s chest to his face. This bull looked young and fresh, healthy and excitable and yet also threatening and domineering. A sharp jawline met boyish silver hair, combined with two incredibly long horns on the top of his head. They almost resembled goat horns with how long and straight they were. And his eyes, they were piercing and azure. They inflicted thoughts of a boundless ocean, one that ate ships like it was nothing.
Mydei realised that this was the bull he’d locked eyes with briefly earlier from within the holding pen.
The bull was looking at him completely unsubtly. His ocean irises were blown wide as his eyes feasted on Mydei’s body, trailing up and down, up and down, faltering each time they got to Mydei’s breasts. Meanwhile his cow tail wagged behind him like a dog.
When their eyes met, the bull didn’t even seem embarrassed to have been caught staring at all. Instead, he simply raised an eyebrow and cocked his head, a smirk breaking onto his lips.
Mydei immediately looked away, his tail swishing behind him as he felt himself turning pink and flustered. The judges weren’t too near the pair of them yet, he had time to calm himself back down and be presentable.
However, he then heard a gruff noise from his right. Mydei’s ears perked at the sound of a bull trying to get his attention, and for some stupid reason, he chanced another peek at the bull.
The bull swished his tail excitedly, having got the heifer’s attention a second time.
Mydei sent the bull a frown. What? There was no way he was making a noise in response, if that was what this bull was looking for.
The bull blinked at him once, before motioning down with his eyes.
Mydei pouted, but followed the bull’s motion. Doing so led him to look straight at the bull’s clothed cock. It was bulging in the bull’s hotpants, the fabric tight and straining over the length. Clearly, this bull was huge. But not only that, Mydei could see a wet patch growing at the front of the bull’s hotpants. The bull’s cock bobbed at the attention from a heifer, growing even bigger.
Mydei couldn’t help the horny, but dismayed, sound that left him. He cursed himself and the bull as he felt his nipples harden beneath his bikini top.
This pervert!
Mydei’s farmer immediately turned to look back at him in confusion. Afterall, Mydei had never acted out in a competition before. On meeting the gaze of his farmer, Mydei immediately tried to correct himself, stringing himself even tighter as his face turned a bright red colour.
The bull beside him made a funny chuckling noise, enjoying the reaction he was getting from the heifer.
Mydei’s eye twitched again. He could punch this bull. Was he trying to put Mydei off on purpose? Trying to sabotage his competition? Or was he really just that horny? Either way, the audacity of it had Mydei fuming, and horny. He was due to go into season any day now, after all.
Right now, none of that was helpful for him. He was struggling to hold himself together.
Before he knew it, the judges were on him again. He did his best to stay completely still, to make his facial expression lax and give nothing away. He hoped it worked. If this bull had cost him that red rosette, he was going to kill him.
After inspecting Mydei, the judges went onto the bull, known as ‘The Deliverer’. Mydei refused to turn his head. However, he still caught some things out of the corner of his eye, like how a judge squeezed at the bull’s hardened pecs, how they felt up and down his long legs, how the bull’s throat bobbed from the attention.
Who’s attention was it that made him gulp? The judges, or the beautiful heifer to his left?
The judges moved off to the side to decide the results. Whilst the judge’s backs were turned, Mydei shot the bull an angry look. It made him angrier when he found that the bull’s eyes were already on him again, not so subtly tracing Mydei’s breasts and his ass with his blue eyes. Through his own golden eyes, and many flicks of his tail, Mydei sent the bull a variety of Kremnoan curses. The bull’s only response was to smile innocently at him.
The judges turned back around and Mydei caught himself back to attention. The judges handed out fourth place and third place, and then second place. Both he and the bull besides him were yet to receive a rosette.
The judges were making their way over to them, red rosettes in hand.
It was all down to this.
Mydei squinted his eyes at the bull beside him.
This rosette’s mine.
The bull smiled coyly back, flicking his tail.
Nah, this win is mine.
“For first place…it seems we have two winners!”
Mydei blinked back his shock as he felt a red rosette tied to his collar…only to immediately look to his right, and see another red rosette being pinned around The Deliverer bull’s neck.
“First place goes to The Last Prince and The Deliverer. Congratulations both!”
The judges and farmers of the two cows shook hands, congratulating each other on their win.
Mydei snorted air through his nose.
A tie!?
The Deliverer turned to face him, smirk and wink on full display.
“I was hoping to beat you, but alas, it seems we’re evenly matched,” the bull said. “Congrats, little cow.” He finished off that sentence with a wink.
Little cow.
Little cow!?!
The Deliverer flicked his tail out more openly in Mydei’s direction, trying to get the cow to respond to him.
Mydei pinned his ears back to his head, grunting his displeasure at the bull. The damned bull was still half hard and leaking through his hot pants. It didn’t matter how handsome and perfect this bull was. This whole situation was absurd! Mydei refused to talk to this bull. In fact, he refused to even look at him ever again. He turned himself away, holding his head high, waiting for his farmer to lead him out of the ring.
Of course, they had to do a parade lap to show off their rosettes first, and Mydei noticed the bull continuously looking back at him, flicking that white tail this way and that. His ears perked like a dog wanting attention.
Mydei denied him all of it.
All the while, Mydei heard the praise of the crowd for the bull.
“That bull really came from just a tiny village farm?”
“He’s so handsome.”
“I need him to breed my herd.”
“I bet he’d make a great match with that Kremnoan heifer. I wonder what their calves would look like?”
Mydei blew air between his teeth, trying not to react once again. On the inside, he was a thunderous mix of intrigue, disdain and unfettered. Unquenchable. Fury.
When they returned to Mydei’s holding pen, his farmer patted his shoulders, giving him praise for his wins today. He then left Mydei in his holding pen as he went to go and talk to the many other farmers who had approached him.
Mydei found himself feeling quite tired after the day of showing. He settled down in the straw, resting quietly as he looked at the collection of rosettes tied to his gate, blowing slightly in the breeze. He squinted at the one which said ‘best in show’ on the ribbon. He wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of sharing first place with another, and especially not with that cocky handsome bull.
All well, he supposed that he would get over it eventually. He’d be going back to the farm soon, and he’d finally be able to get milked since competition season was over. He wouldn’t have to worry about competing with or seeing that darned bull ever again-
“This way. He’s just over here.”
Mydei’s ears perked at the sound of footsteps coming towards his pen.
Then he caught that earthy wheaty scent and his ears immediately stuck to his head again.
He opened his eyes, only to find The Deliverer bull and his own farmer stood on the other side of the gate to his pen. The bull was looking down at him with sparkling blue eyes and a flick of his tail. There was a bit of drool coming from the side of his mouth.
Mydei frowned up at the bull, letting out a low moo in warning. The bull responded with a curious trilling noise, as if he were completely innocent. His tail was wagging a mile a minute behind him. Perhaps he really was a dog disguised as a bull.
Mydei could see the collar around the bull’s neck straining as he tried to come forward, though he was still being held back by his own farmer who held the lead rope that was attached to the bull’s collar.
“Your bull is very forward,” Mydei’s farmer said to the other farmer.
“Don’t worry,” The Deliverer’s farmer said. “Phainon is very well behaved. He won’t lay a finger on your cow.”
Mydei’s farmer pursed his lips. “Very well, then we’ll try it. Open the gate.”
Mydei’s mouth fell open, completely dismayed as his farmer opened the gate separating him from the bull. The lead rope was removed from the bull’s collar, and he stepped forward into Mydei’s space.
Mydei almost couldn’t believe it. There was a bull in his pen. A horny, in season, prize competition winning bull, standing in a confined space with him.
Mydei got to his feet. He didn’t shy away from the bull. Instead, he stood staunchly, daring the bull to get closer. The bull, however, didn’t come any closer. He stayed glued to the spot, blinking across the small space at Mydei with cute puppy eyes, even as his cock perked in interest in his hotpants.
“H-hello,” the bull said, cocking his head as he smiled. “It’s me again.”
Mydei inspected the bull. His body language seemed relaxed and open. The smile on his face seemed genuine. He didn’t seem to be here as a threat, even though those huge horns on the top of his head still glinted at the tips. However, Mydei could definitely smell that salty lust on him. Even over his facade, it was clear the bull’s interests lied elsewhere. Namely, at Mydei’s tits, of which Mydei caught the bull glancing at even as he tried to stop himself.
“Why are you in my pen?” Mydei grunted back to him, arms crossed over himself.
The bull perked up on finally hearing Mydei’s voice. “Our farmers thought we should introduce ourselves to each other,” the bull responded innocently with a breezy smile.
Mydei scowled at him. “I think I already know enough about you, Deliverer.”
The Deliverer chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Actually, that’s just my show name,” he said. “My real name is Phainon.” Phainon blinked at him a few times. “Do you want to know the reason why my farmer chose that show name?”
Mydei continued to scowl at him. He had to scowl, otherwise he would give in and gawk at this bull’s sculpted chest, and the clearly huge length in his pants.
When Mydei didn’t respond, Phainon cleared his throat. “Well, he called me The Deliverer because I’m the best bull he’s ever raised. He wanted to put me to work amongst the other cow herds all over the village and for me to deliver them my…” Phainon cut himself off, realising the rest of that sentence would probably only sour Mydei’s mood further. “Actually, never mind. You get the picture.” He cocked his head cutely, laughing to himself somewhat awkwardly. “Anyway, congratulations on all your wins today. You have so many rosettes. I think you have the same amount as I do! Have you done shows before?”
Mydei looked beyond Phainon, to the two farmers watching them from behind the gate. His farmer was watching him quite intensely, monitoring his every move.
Was this some kind of test?
Mydei focused back on the bull, who was waiting patiently for him to answer, his tail still wagging to and fro.
Mydei sighed to himself. “I’m a heifer,” he said. “This is my first show.”
“Really? It’s my first show too!” Phainon exclaimed. “You handled yourself so well in the ring that you seemed like a veteran!”
“With no thanks to you,” Mydei deadpanned.
“It’s quite overstimulating here,” Phainon said, musing a hand through his hair. “Nothing like the quiet village I’m from. I found it quite hard to keep my cool at times.”
“I could tell,” Mydei deadpanned again.
Phainon seemed to ignore that comment. His focus was solely on Mydei. His scent suddenly seemed to shift.
“Have you got a calf?” The bull asked. Mydei frowned as he sensed a sudden darkness in Phainon’s tone and posture.
“I just told you, I’m a heifer.”
“Well, some farmers say that a cow can birth a single calf and still be called a heifer.”
Mydei wasn’t mistaking it. The bull suddenly seemed…threatened? His eyes were darker, his expression severe even as he tried to hide it with a smile.
“I don’t have any calves, I’m a heifer,” Mydei spat out. “Why are you even asking me this? That’s like me asking you how many cows you’ve fucked before coming here to try and get on me.”
To his horror, the bull immediately perked at his answer. The light returned to his features, his tail wagging once more. There wet patch at the front of his hot pants was growing larger.
“Me? I haven’t bred a single cow yet! My farmer thought I’d make a great pedigree breeder instead of just being handed around the village cows. Considering all the rosettes I’ve won today, I think he was right!” Phainon gave off a toothy grin.
Mydei couldn't decide how he should react to that. “What breed of cow are you anyway?” He asked, trying to sound dismissive even as his interest in this bull continued to grow.
Phainon seemed quite surprised that Mydei had asked him a question about himself. His ears perked up to the sky, his eyes shining.
“Oh, I’m a breed of mountain cattle! I come from an isolated village on the other side of the mountains called Aedes Elysiae.” Phainon spoke fast, swishing his tail as he happily talked about his home and his blood. “My ancestors evolved and adapted from other breeds of hybrid cattle over time to suit the more mountainous climate.”
Mydei looked at Phainon again. That would explain the long horns like a mountain goat if Phainon hailed from mountainous rocky regions.
“Huh,” Mydei huffed, uncrossing his arms. “So you work the land?”
“Oh, yes! My farmer puts me to good use. I till the fields, pull carriages, transport cargo, I also fend off wolves and dangers from the village,” Phainon tilted his head cutely, scratching the back of his head. “That kind of thing.”
That would also explain his bulk and physique if he was the single bull of an isolated village. Working fields, pulling heavy loads, protecting the herds from predators. It seemed Phainon wasn’t just born as a perfect bull, he’d earned it.
“Hmm,” Mydei hummed, surprised to hear such a thing.
Phainon raised an eyebrow. “Have I finally caught your attention, dear prince?”
Mydei rolled his eyes, scoffing at the other hybrid. “Not quite. You’ll have to do more than this to impress me.”
Phainon took one hesitant step forwards, his blue eyes flashing sincerely. “Have I done enough to earn your real name, at least?"
Mydei looked him up and down. This time, he did it obviously, so Phainon could see where he was looking. The bull’s clothed cock perked from Mydei’s attention. The bull gulped, suddenly looking quite flustered.
So he wasn’t quite as cocky as he seemed either.
Mydei took a step forward into the bull’s space and revelled in the way the bull froze up, his shoulders rising, red dusting his face, his chest rising and falling with his quickened breaths. Mydei’s eyes roamed over the bull’s chest, outlining it, before he cocked his head upwards, tilting it cutely beneath the bull’s gaze. He made sure the bull got his best angle, so that the bull could look right down the inside of his bikini top at his perked nipples. He made sure the bull got a good whiff of his fresh fertile scent. After all, Mydei was about to go into season.
Mydei licked his lips, smirking. “Call me Mydei,” he whispered, before quickly turning around, and going to the other side of the pen again.
Phainon was left speechless, stuttering and hard, and Mydei loved it.
Phainon’s farmer stepped in after that, attaching the lead rope back to Phainon’s collar.
“That’s enough, good boy,” the farmer said to his bull, patting his back. “We better get going now. It’s a long journey back home.”
“As should we,” Mydei’s farmer said. “It was a pleasure to meet you both.”
Phainon’s ears drooped slightly, his blue eyes looking all pathetic and sad all of a sudden. As if he were saying goodbye to his lover or something.
“I-I hope we will see each other again soon, Mydei,” Phainon said, still bright red in the face despite the sad puppy look he was now rocking.
Mydei sat back down in the straw, propping himself in a clearly seductive position as Phainon was led out of his pen, and a gate locked in place to separate them.
“Don’t count on it, Deliverer,” he mused, emphasising the nickname as he purposefully stretched himself, arching his back at a perfect angle for the bull to see the slight wetness on his own panties.
The bull groaned in response, drinking in the way the heifer splayed his legs on the straw, the plumpness of his ass, the wetness on his panties, and how his tits wobbled, barely contained in his bikini. Nor could he look away from the intense golden eyes that tested him.
Oh, how Mydei loved drinking in the bull’s flustered reaction. Those blue eyes had no idea where to look or what to focus on.
Phainon was led away quickly after that, stumbling over himself in a pathetic horny mess which left Mydei amused for the rest of the afternoon.
Mydei continued to think about him even on the way back to his own farm. He wondered if he would see Phainon again.
He didn’t have to wait too long to find out the answer to that.
A week later, Mydei was in the field with the rest of his farmer’s herd. He remained on the outskirts, sitting himself down by one of the far gates. Though the Kremnoan breed was quite popular with the people these days, it still wasn’t widely liked amongst hybrids for a variety of reasons. The herd had never taken kindly to Mydei’s presence, and Mydei wasn’t the type to try and form bonds. He usually stayed on the outside of the herd doing his own thing.
He was quite dismayed with his farmer, who still hadn’t milked him yet, even though it had been over a week since the agricultural show. His breasts were so heavy and sore that all he wanted to do was sit down. It hurt his back to stand. He was even struggling to work up an appetite, something he never struggled with. He’d tried to release the milk himself a few times, rubbing and pinching his nipples between his fingers. However, he could only get a trickle of milk to come out, much to his dismay.
It didn’t help that he was now in season. He spent the nights swishing his tail and whining to the non-existent bull in his mind that could satiate him and fill him up as he pathetically touched himself. More than once he had thought of The Deliverer bull from the show as he fingered his cunt open. The Deliverer’s clothed cock had looked so huge, and it reacted to him with such keen interest. Mydei licked his lips, wondering what it would look like without the clothes in the way, and how it would feel to have it inside him clogging him up with cum. He wondered in what way the Deliverer would deliver him his seed. Would he be a rough brutish kind of bull, fucking him senselessly with carnal desire? Or would he be a flustered mess, stuttering and whining pathetically as Mydei’s wet heat sucked up his cock? Perhaps he would even be a caring lover, making sure Mydei was resting comfortably in the hay, kissing him and showering him in praise and attention as he was bred?
Whilst cuming on his own fingers, all three scenarios sounded incredibly appealing to Mydei.
Mydei was sat by the far gate on the other side of the field. He didn’t stick with the herd much anyway, but he especially didn’t want them to see him in this kind of state, looking all pathetic and breedable.
His ears pricked on hearing something from the yard. He couldn’t see much from his position on the floor, could only hear unusual sounding voices.
Suddenly, there he was. There was no mistaking that silver hair, or that body. At the gate on the other side of the field was the bull that Mydei had been dreaming about all week.
The gate was opened and the bull entered the field. Phainon surveyed the herd. His eyes roamed all over the place, before they finally found their target. A pretty heifer sitting at the gate at the back of the field, away from the rest of the herd.
Mydei immediately blushed when their eyes met across the field, a pathetic whine leaving his lips, and his tail flicking across the grass. It was a good thing that Phainon was on the other side of the field and couldn’t hear it.
Mydei bore his gaze down at the grass beneath him, cupping his arms around his chest trying to hide his breasts. No way this was happening. He couldn’t have this bull see him in this state.
Surely it was fine. There was a whole herd of cows in the field and most of them were in season. Surely Phainon would go for the head of the herd first, knock her and her envoys up. No sane bull would go for the outcast cow first.
Mydei closed his eyes, trying to convince himself that he was imaging the quick-paced footsteps heading his way, or the horny bull scent beginning to permeate the air.
A shadow came over him, and Mydei knew he couldn’t deny it.
When he looked back up, the bull was standing right in front of him, exhaling hard as he drank up the sight of the heifer on the floor.
Phainon looked mostly the same as the last time they had met, with his delicious-looking muscled chest and arms, his tight handsome thighs, a bulging cock beneath his hotpants. His ocean eyes too, held the same badly concealed hunger, blown wide from the scent of an unclaimed heifer in season. Phainon’s tail wagged from side to side like it were on a spring. The only difference was his hair. What had once been slicked back was now no longer, and a large ahoge pointed from the top of his head.
Unfortunately, such a thing only made him look even more desirable in Mydei’s eyes. He felt his cunt clench, a blob of slick wetting his cow print bikini pants.
“Surprise!” Phainon said, cocking his head cutely, as if he couldn’t smell Mydei’s heat. “We meet again, Mydei. Bet you didn’t expect to see me on your own farm, huh? Did I catch you off-guard?”
It was obvious why Phainon was here, especially because their farmers were watching them from the gate at the top of the field.
Mydei pouted up at the bull, trying to ignore his heat also. “Deliverer,” he scoffed. “How wonderful.”
“Wow, you sound very happy to see me,” Phainon replied. He looked over the green fields. “This is a nice place you’ve got. I think I’ll like it here.”
“Good for you.”
Phainon surveyed Mydei a little more, no doubt drinking in Mydei’s scent, and looking at the way he was trying to hide his chest. The bull bit his lip, before taking a cautious step forwards toward the heifer. His expression had changed slightly. His eyebrows downturned with concern.
“Hey, are you alright?” He asked. “It doesn’t look very comfy down there.”
“I’m fine,” Mydei responded, keeping his voice metered.
He found himself growing increasingly irritated as Phainon continued to stand over him, loitering as he struggled to decide what he should do. He could clearly smell a cow in heat who needed his help, and said cow was sitting on the floor looking all cute and defenceless as his breasts spilled out of his top, and a wetness formed between his thighs, of which he was struggling to hide.
“How long are you going to stand there for?” Mydei grumbled. “You’re blocking the sunlight.”
Phainon cleared his throat, scratching his neck around his collar nervously. “Y-you’re in season,” he announced.
They both knew that already. And they both knew that was why Phainon was here to begin with.
Phainon was the prize bull that his farmer wanted Mydei bred by.
Mydei whined to himself, his ears flopping. He wanted it too. He felt so pent up and restless and frustrated, the pain in his tits was becoming agonising, and the heat between his legs was flaring wildly right now. His body was screaming out for the bull and his cock.
Phainon licked his lips, coming a little closer. He crouched beside Mydei. “It is our farmers who decided to bring us together again…but, I’ve been thinking about you ever since we met at the show,” Phainon whispered lowly, eyes locked on the heifer. “It must hurt, being in this state. I want to help you out, if you’ll let me.”
Phainon’s hand hovered over Mydei’s back, wanting to touch, but refusing to without permission.
“If you’re sore, I’ll be gentle,” Phainon said hushedly, blue eyes blown and sparkling. “Let me make you feel good.”
All Mydei had to do was give him the signal.
But alas, Mydei was a stubborn thing.
He swatted Phainon’s hand away. “No,” Mydei said.
The bull immediately went stiff, giving Mydei a little more personal space. His little white ears drooped pathetically, as did his tail. His blue eyes even went all teary from the rejection. What cow in their right mind would turn down a prize winning bull in their time of need?!
Mydei hissed between his teeth. How could a bull be so much like a puppy?
Then, he had an idea. An amazing one. One that had him smirking up at the bull.
“Prove yourself to me,” Mydei continued.
Phainon blinked up at him. “What?” He asked quietly.
“Prove yourself to me,” Mydei said again. “Then I will let you breed me.”
Phainon looked quite taken aback. He’d just won best in show. What else did he have to prove? Mydei was clearly being stubborn and unreasonable in his time of need. It was clear by the way Mydei now smirked at him evilly.
However, Mydei watched the bull’s expression morph again, to that of a determined glare.
“Alright,” Phainon said. “Then I’ll do it. I’ll prove myself to you. And I won’t stop trying until I’ve won you over. In fact, I’ll get you wanting me so badly that you’ll be begging for it!”
Phainon looked hot like that, all serious and confident, the sun hitting his horns, his shadow embracing Mydei in the dark.
Mydei grinned, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through him, and more slick drip from his untouched cunt. “Good,” he grinned. “Then I’ll be waiting for that moment, Deliverer.”
A moo came from behind them, getting both hybrid’s attentions.
“It seems we have a special guest?”
It was the leader of the herd. She’d come over to investigate the strange foreign bull who had arrived in her field. The rest of the herd strayed nosily behind her, mooing and ogling at the fresh bull. A new bull arriving in the field was the biggest event of the year for them. They would wait patiently all year for a bull to finally be put amongst them, vying to be the one that the bull chose to breed first.
They had never seen a bull quite as impressive as Phainon before. Mydei could already hear the excited mumbles amongst the other cows, and their scornful gazes for the fact that the bull had approached Mydei out of everyone first.
Phainon bowed politely at the herd leader. It seemed he’d rehearsed this.
“Greetings,” he said with a sunny smile. “I’m Phainon. It’s a pleasure to meet so many lovely cows all at once.”
“It is a pleasure to have you with us, Phainon,” the herd leader responded, batting her eyelashes at him.
“This is a lovely place you have,” Phainon said. “Your fields are so green. And the cows here, well, you are all simply beautiful.”
“You flatter us,” the herd leader said, falling for the bull’s bait. “We are more than happy to have you stay with the herd. How long will you be residing with us for, Phainon?” She asked curiously.
“How long will I be staying?” Phainon stole a glance back at Mydei. He smirked at the cow. “As long as it takes. That’s how long I’ll be here for,” he announced.
“As long as it takes?” The herd leader repeated excitedly, coughing to try and regain her composure. Beyond her, some of the other cows mooed and squealed with excitement. “Then I insist that you meet the members of the herd,” she said. “Please follow me.”
The herd leader beckoned for Phainon to follow her. Phainon looked back to Mydei, unsure of whether to leave him on his own.
Mydei waved him off. Even if he was considered part of the herd, he was not getting up right now. His breasts hurt far too much.
“Go,” Mydei said.
Phainon bit his lip, clearly not wanting to go anywhere without Mydei, but did as he was told, and followed the herd leader to greet the rest of the cows one by one.
Mydei watched Phainon from the other side of the field. Phainon remained cheery and composed as he gave his hellos and compliments to every cow, reducing them all to squealing blushing messes. The smile that came to him seemed easy, as if he were genuinely interested in getting to know them all, and in breeding them all too.
However, the subtle glances he kept throwing over his broad shoulders, back to the Kremnoan heifer sitting by the gate, the way his eyes lit up when blue eyes met golden ones, let Mydei know that Phainon desired only a single heifer. Such a fact filled Mydei with lust.
Mydei was intrigued to see how Phainon would prove himself worthy of breeding him.
He found himself scoffing. Of course, he had no intentions of making this task easy for the bull. In fact, he had no intention of giving himself to the bull at all even if Phainon did manage to impress him. No matter how much his body wanted the bull, nothing riled Mydei up more than a competition. That was exactly what this was. A competition of who would give in first.
And this time, Mydei was determined to be the sole winner.