The sun was low on the horizon, and a chill was in the air. A gentle breeze wafted over the splintered and sun-bleached split rails of the fence. The day had been hot, the grass was still warm to the touch, and Mina was comfortably sleeping in a gentle curl on a little rise a ways from the barn.
She stirred slightly but resettled - a moment later she stretched her shapely legs and arms wide, spreading them eagle and pointing her hooves to loosen up the kinks in the muscles. She rolled over onto her knees and and arched her back raising her tail high and letting her teats roll side-to-side gently bouncing from side to side. Sleep was escaping her grasp.
She was oblivious to all else around her as she luxuriated in the softness of her nest and the sweet smell of hay. A few stalks of the grass were stuck to her breasts, belly and haunches and they fell slowly to earth, detaching as they lost their purchase on her silky coat. It was the end of another lazy day. She was looking forward to ambling back to her milking stall where her overfilled and bountiful mammaries would be relieved of their burden.
As she slowly stood she noted the sounds of other cows in the pasture. The normal moos and murmurs were more excited than normal, and she looked over to where the other members of her herd were gathered. They were looking about in agitation and excitement, and they were starting to gather in a group and move.
Mina started to move towards the safety of the herd but stopped short as the rest of the cows turned towards her and began to run. She paused only a second before turning and running too, even though she was still unaware of why the cattle had started.
Then suddenly she saw. Her eyes grew wide as she took notice of the two dyke bulls in the pasture coming her way. The adrenalin surged in her veins and she began to move, but she failed to see the rest of the herd turn away from their original direction. They were moving in a circle towards the barn, and she was trotting towards the feeding corner.
It was her downfall. The bulls saw her split away and they turned towards her at a full run, hooves stirring up dust, snorting and grunting, eyes blazing, and their enormous prosthetic cocks and balls slapping loudly. Mina tried to turn back to the security of the herd but she couldn’t make it. As the rest of the cattle trotted into the barn, she felt the full force of two muscular and horny bulls rush her from behind, and after losing her footing, she tumbled over into the grass rolling over and over, finally bouncing to a stop.
The two bulls weren’t supposed to be in the dairy pasture. Normally they stayed in their pasture waiting to be used for artificial insemination. The cows weren’t impregnated for reproduction; the bulls’ cocks pumped hormones and other drugs into the heifers cunts to stimulate the development of the teats and increase milk production, but also for the pleasure and to keep them sedate.
Mina normally enjoyed the trips to the breeding stalls, but those visits were more carefully planned. A lead was clipped to her nose ring and she was led to the bullpen, as it was aptly named. She was placed in a stall with her head through a padded ox collar with her hooves attached to the floor with well-worn nylon straps.
After she settled, the bull was led in and the cowhands held her off until Mina’s cunt was lubed and she was suitably stimulated. The bull was similarly lubed and the eager mate was brought up behind the heifer’s raised ass, and the hand slid the cock into Mina. It usually went pretty quickly. The bull had a shaft inserted in her cunt and the only way she could reach climax was to hump a cow. As soon as the shaft parted Mina’s lips, it went in quickly and the purpose of the padded collar quickly became obvious.
In the pasture though, there was no collar. There was no cowhand with warm hands and soft lube. Mina rolled onto her knees in an effort to rise and start running again, but it was too late. The two bulls struggled for access to her, and the larger finally won the challenge. Mina was harshly pushed back to her hooves and knees and the stud mounted her.
It wasn’t easy but in a few seconds the bull worked its cock into Mina and pushed hard. It was painful at first, but once inserted, Mina’s natural moisture finally gushed and the pounding she felt stopped hurting and started sizzling. In response she raised her haunches higher and higher until the angle was perfect, and the full length of the solid rubber bull dick found its way into her.
She tried to hold herself up and back, trying to push her 120 pounds against the incessant force of the bull’s 220, but she wasn’t strong enough. Her hooves dug into the ground pushing up grass, and her nose ring dragged in the dirt as she fought back with all her might. Her cowbell was clanking an alarm to the farm hands, but no one heard, and no one came.
Dirt filled her nose and eyes, her legs cramped and her knees scraped. The snorting and grunting from behind was a sledgehammer in her ears. She was starting to lose consciousness and stars were swimming in her eyes. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the bull climaxed, and her long, deep, guttural moo stimulated a response submissive. Mina emitted a low, muffled moooooo that was barely audible above the crash of the bull onto the ground beside her.
Thinking it was over, she instinctively started to get up again, when she felt the second bull fall on her. Just as she was about to be mounted, the bull suddenly lifted up and away at the forceful tug of two cowhands with ropes in their grip. They’d lassoed the errant dyke and had her roped and bound, letting her settle down. The other spent bull docilely stood and was led by her nose back to her pasture.
Mina laid there resting, breathing hard and smelling the sweet scent of soil and hay in every gasp. Slowly her heart rested, and her nerves grew quiet. She felt the firm but gentle grasp of two cowhands lift her to her hooves. The comforting snap of a clasp to her nose reassured her that she was safe again, in the care of her friends in the chaps. She followed their lead and made her way back to the barn. They didn’t lead her to the milking room - instead they led her back to her own stall where they bathed her.
The warm water and gentle brushing felt good on her ruffled hide. Relaxation slowly found its way into her tired bovine bones. The rough and tumble of her unanticipated mating had both frightened and excited her. The feeling of total loss, total submission, and absolute powerlessness was thrilling to her simple heifer brain. A spark of a memory from a former life flickered and lingered, then died as quickly as it rose.
Her bath ended and her nerves calmed, she was led to her bed. They helped her down onto the cool straw and she mooed lightly in appreciation. Her teats were still full, and roughly scratched from her molestation. The ointment made the pain lessen, but the red and raw scrapes were harsh reminders of her ordeal. She rolled over onto her side and they settled into their normal pose.
Her nipples were taught and red, they oozed a trickle and it formed in little round, white and shiny pools. She moaned and mooed herself to sleep. Her muscles relaxed more and her hooves quivered a bit as her thoughts turned back to those of a satisfied and content cow. Sleep was slow to come, and she hovered between slumber and wakefulness. In spite of the pleasure the dyke bull had enjoyed in the pasture, Mina had not climaxed.
Her loins still were mildly aflame and that drove her thoughts. In her fading awareness she saw a dozen bulls surrounding her, snorting and hooves athunder. She smiled a bovine smile as she hoisted her ass as high as she could. She pirouetted happily as her bell sounded a happy clank. Her tail waved a come hither salute.
As the first of the suitors approached she finally slipped into unconsciousness, a quiet and contented mooooooooo was heard by the watching hands. One of them reached down and stroked her gently and slapped her very softly on her round and tormented ass.
“Good girl, Mina. Good girl.”
very good I hope to read moor soon