The New Heifer

Story by TheWinterStar on SoFurry

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#5 of WARNING : Snuff/Gore Content

A request by a rather good panda friend off telegram.


The moon was full, small dark clouds passed over the white orb that seemed just within reach of the tree tops. Buds coated everything, the first little trash sprouts before the leaves burst into the air off the branches and alight the area in hues of green. However, for now all was brown and still bore the occasional small pile of snow left from the plows back when they were running.

It was quiet in the little town, aside from the always noisy bar that was aglow with neon lights across the parking lot. Other little buildings in the town had large signs, but the gas station was still active at this late hour. Only the street lamps lit the way for the few pedestrians that dare travel the street at night. Tales of rape and kidnap had been prominent in the local area for months around this same time.

Though it did not stop a large ebony colored wolf who stood just within the shadows of an alley. His leather coat seemed ash colored compared to the darkness of his fur, and it made little noise as he dug through his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. His red eyes glowed in the darkness, reflecting the spark of the lighter as he held the butt of the cigarette to his lips. With an inhale he pushed the lighter in the box and tucked it away in his pocket, head back against the wall as the smoke danced from his nostrils up into the air.

His tongue trailed over the scars on his left whiskers, a few more broken gashes in his soft fur were also visible from the collar of his jacket, peeking from under the plain grey shirt. His jeans bagged under his tail around his hips, a few small stains, with tears on the knees.

A figure caught his attention just across the street in the poor light of a broken street lap. She was stumbly in her heels, jacket hung off one shoulder as she threw her arms around and hugged a lamp post. Brownish red hair around her face, the bun coming undone. The red panda wore a long silver coat, with a frilly red cocktail dress, around one ankle her red and black lace thong was hooked under her heel and dragging it along.

As she regained a little balance she took some more stumbly steps to the next post and stayed there a little longer. She then folded over and threw up right onto the concrete at her feet. It was all liquid, darkened browns that frothed on the ground and streamed into the street. She coughed and wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her coat, "Cu-hic-t me off... I'm s-hic-ober!" She threw herself up and stumbled back, hitting the brick building behind her and slumping, "Sober as-hic- anyone in that b-hic-ar."

The wolf watched her closely, then stepped from the shadows. His eyes danced down either street, but there was no movement. Not even a cars headlights in the nearly empty parking lot. He stepped across the street and kept his shoulders low, he approached the stumbly panda woman as she tried to find her feet, dress up showing off her butt. "Excuse me, ma'am," he questioned, voice heavy and gruff, but sounded sencer.

She turned toward him, on all fours with her butt in the air, "Eh -hic- ... Who are-hic- you...?" As suspected she reeked of alcohol as if she'd doused herself with a mini bar.

He placed a hand on his chest, the other pulling his cigarette from his lips, "No one important, but you seem to be in need of a little.... Assistance."

The woman pawed up the wall to stand, "I du-hic-n need an-hic-ybodies... Ass... ass... -hic- help." She dusted off her messy dress and took a step, stumbling right into his chest.

His massive paws gripped her arms to keep her upright, cigarette knocked from his hand to the pavement. "Oh but of course, but how about I take you home? These are dangerous times, and a lady such as yourself shouldn't be out wandering alone at night."

She looked up into his glowing orbs, like twin coals burning in a forge with no reflection. "W-hic-ell... As l-hic-ong as I dun have to w-hic-alk."

"Of course, my trucks just across the street, I'll take you straight home." He gently hooked his arm around her and held her hand so she could walk, but far less stumbly.

"You're so s-hic-weet," she said a little loudly. "For a b-hic-ig lookin ev-hic-il guy."

His smile remained pleasant, but his eyes double checked the street as they crossed back over and entered the darkness of the alley. Through the alley they entered a rear parking lot for the apartment buildings above all the street level shops. It wasn't full, but he helped her weave between a few cars to a lone black truck. He opened the passenger door and helped her up, noting how she dropped a shoe in her stumbly climb into the seat. He picked up her shoe, tangled in the underwear and placed it gently by her feet.

She laid her head back, eyes circling around the top of the cab.

Without a word he climbed up beside her and buckled her in, making sure it was firm. His eyes dropping to get a good look at her small C-cup breasts that were in a red bra, but it seemed to be undone. He slipped back down and tucked in her long pretty tail around her feet and shut the door. Digging in his pocket with a smirk on his face he bounced his keys in hand.

Once in his truck, he pulled out of the parking lot into the quiet street. He reached over and tapped the radio, slow instrumental began playing from the CD player. He turned it up to a soft lullaby that played along with the hum of the trucks engine. Eyes forward for two turns before he glanced over toward her and his grin twisted, "Asleep already hun?"

Her head hung forward, hands in her lap as she breathed, hair dangling down in front of her chest, some lose from the bun that drooped down on her neck. Her chest rose and fell against the seat belt, a bit of drool stringing from her full lips to the cloth.

He reached over and gently pet her hair from her face, tucking it behind her shoulder, "Always so calm when they sleep." He drew his hand back, reaching into his pocket while at a stop light and thumbed up the screen. Scrolling through the contacts before selecting one and holding it up to his ear as it rang.

"What is it," the voice said coldly, deep with a Russian accent.

"I've got another one," he replied. "Red panda, female, roughly five foot four."

"Aahhh Phoenix, my friend, of course you have another one. You are our best customer," his tone had lightened dramatically. "What do you want done with this one? You gonna sell her? That wolf bitch has been in five times for an abortion, boys can't keep their dicks out of her."

He looked over at the sleeping panda, a soft smile on her lips as she drooled on the seat belt, little nose twitching. "Actually I think I'll keep this one... She'd make a good replacement for that slut Bucko killed a couple months ago."

"What do you want done to her," he questioned, the phone clicking as it was adjusted. "You know our skills are limitless. Make her look young and pretty like a little girl. Could put in some implants... make her a real busty bitch."

"How about we start with a mind wipe, I don't need her remembering her name," her stated. "Or that she's even a panda."

"I'll get the table set up, when will you be here?"

"I'm about an hour out still, hopefully she'll still be asleep when I get there," Phoenix replied.

"Will do," and he hung up.

He laid his phone on the center console and turned down the music so it didn't start lulling him to sleep as well. Turning down an empty road through the dark woods as it started to rain.

Daisy woke to a hum above her, eyes squinting at the brightness she could see through her eyelids, blinking them open as she pulled at her wrists to shield herself but found them trapped at the wrist. Her head rose, breath caught as her throat slammed into the neck brace and coughed. Her eyes wild as she opened them, the bright fluorescent lights above her, a simple plate of roofing metal above her.

To the right of her she could see a small tray of medical tools, white plastic sheets to every wall, some even had smears of blood. There was a small sink, a trashcan, and a couple chairs. A coat rack with a few surgery dresses. The metal table she laid upon was cold against her bare fur, coupled with the bone chilling fear that wracked through her body.

Bound by neck, wrists, and ankles she whimpered, the rock in her gut made her feel like she'd die. Where am I? What happened to me?! Okay... okay just... calm down... I went out drinking... and I must have just had a little too much... I must be at a hospital... A... Really run down hospital. Her ears flicked around, trying to catch any noises aside from her weak breathing and the thunder of her heart.

It was unsettling quiet, but there were soft sniffles from somewhere... Maybe that was her own sniffling as she cried, nose running onto her whiskers. "H-hello? Is anyone there?"

No answer.

There was a sinking feeling in her chest, teeth on her inner lips as she tried to hold back tears. Oh god... There should be at least someone! If this was a real hospital a nurse would have answered by now... Or maybe a room mate... Fuck I'm so screwed! I need to get out of here! She pulled at the cuffs, trying to slip her hand through it, thumb against her palm, Come on just a little more!

A heavy door squealed open, deep laughing from probably two men. The clack of claws on the floor as they approached her.

"That was good, no," one said, his accent Russian if she wasn't mistaken. Voice much closer than she hoped.

The plastic tarp was tossed aside by a rusty grey and brown wolf in a button up shirt and jeans. Blood stained greyish fur of his arms, "Oh good she is awake. Let me get cleaned up, and we can begin."

Behind him was an even bigger wolf, nearly seven feet tall and black as night. The glow of his eyes sparked what little memory she had while drunk, the man who had offered her help. A content smile on his scarred lips did not make her feel any safer, and only pushed the weight in her gut further.

He stepped over, wearing just a plain grey shirt and jeans, his large paw stroking tears from her cheek with his thumb as she recoiled with a shiver. Then he rose the tear streaked thumb, pressing the pad to his large broad tongue to lick them away. A sneery smirk plastered to his face.

I'm gonna die...She sniffled, squeezing her eyes closed as she rolled her head away from him. Her body tensed as she trembled, toes curling as she tried to pull at her legs.

"Don't look so down Daisy, you're going to be happy with your new life," his deep voice stated almost gently, but there was a dark twisted undertone.

A Russian... And a kidnapper, they've gotta be gangsters. In America?! What are they going to do to me? Cut out my tongue? Do I know something I'm not suppose to? Are they going to make me gang whore? She sniffled, "H-how do... you know my name..." She kept her eyes squeezed shut, gasping a cry as her jaw was grasped in his massive paw and forcefully turned toward him.

"You should look at people when they speak..." He stated. His head tilted to the side to look at her at a similar angle as she looked at him. "Your wallet in your coat, it's a suitable name. I think I'll let you keep it."

She whimpered, knees pressed together as she gazed into his eyes, burning like two hot embers in an unearthly fire. Questions refused to surface, tongue ready to retreat down her throat. Warmth bloomed between her legs, wetting her inner thighs as she lost control of her bladder.

His ear twitched toward her legs and he released her, "Heh... Not even house broken, how rude." His claws ran down her chest, wrapping around a breast and groping it, almost as if weighing it. "Good thing you won't be in the house."

The other wolf dried his hands picking up a handle from the sink with a brand on it. He trotted over to a small charcoal grill above her head, but it had been altered. He poured in charcoal, dumped on lighter fluid, and turned the valve on a propane tank that had been attached. "So where do you want her branded, Phoenix?" He flicked a match and tossed it on, fire flashing as the fluid engulfed in flame.

The larger wolf, Phoenix, turned his eyes down her naked body, fingers stroking the soft strands of fur. "Both hips," he stated, reaching down between her legs to grope her thighs, thumb tracing between her folds.

She tossed her hips away from his hand, "Get away from me pervert!"

With a growl his hand surged forward and she cried out. Three of his large fingers stretching her tender and stiff folds open wide. Her tongue falling from her teeth as she pressed her knees together, a flush of embarrassment as his claws ground on her g-spot and did not stop. Driving her sensitive flesh skyward in pleasure despite her unwillingness.

"No! No stop it," she plead, pulling at the padded leather cuffs. Her eyes rolled back, teeth gritting as she climaxed around his fingers. Then her rump fell back to the piss puddle beneath her, taking gulps of breath as she whimpered. God... Raped by gangsters! My life is over, I might as well die right now! She groaned in pain as he withdrew from her.

He made a sound of disgust, "Maybe a tramp stamp just for the hell of it." His dark fur smeared with white cum. He stepped way, washing his hands of the fluids, "Though I expected such things. I was surprised you even still had your underwear with you."

She just sniffed, lips trembling as she did her best to keep from uselessly screaming. Doubting it would help her anyway. What are they going to do to me? Why the surgical tools... why the grill?! Are they going to cut me up and eat me? No he said branding... Branding my hips why would they do that?

The russian wolf rose a cherry hot brand and stepped over, rolling it a bit as he held her. "You want it to scar, yes?"

"Long as it can still be read," Phoenix answered, drying his hands.

The heat neared her hips, and she threw her hips away, "No! Don't you dare!"

Phoenix rounded her and held down her hips, "Hush, you won't remember this anyway." He looked down as the hot brand neared her fur.

Pain shot up her spine and down her leg, the hot brand searing through her fur and against her skin. She threw her chest up as a scream tore through her throat, mouth wide, eyes wild, fists clenched. The pain didn't fade, but felt it was growing deeper into the flesh of her thigh.

After nearly a minute the wolves released her, and the Russian one threw the iron back on the fire. Poking at the bleeding and charcoaled flesh of her hip, "Looks good."

The air was heavy with the scent of burned fur and flesh, her body trembling, aching as she laid in misery. She had pissed again, but at this point she didn't care. The aching pain in her hip made her squeeze her eyes shut, sniffling as her mouth opened and she cried aloud.

A slightly damp finger fell to her lips, "Shhh precious one, we're just getting started."

She looked up at Phoenix, lips pressed together as she turned her face away from him and closed her eyes again. Tears falling to the table, Even if I could escape now... I'll forever have that damn brand... there's no fixing that! Just kill me... She heard claws on the floor again, rounding her and heat neared her other hip. She threw her hips up, "No! Not again!"

Phoenix slammed her hips down to the table, right arm on her gut, "Hold still or you'll mess it up. Then I might just cut it off and start over again with bare muscle."

She wailed as the iron was pressed to her hip, tears pouring down her face while she cried. "Just stop! I didn't do anything! Why are you doing this to me!?"

Phoenix slipped his fingers in her, pressed knuckle deep, cupping her mound as he worked her hole. "Because I feel like it."

Her body twisted in confusion, unwilling pleasure with scorching pain. She could feel his claws scrape her inner walls, the metal searing away fur and flesh. Her chest ached from her screams, throat becoming hoarse as her vocal cords were strained. Still her hands and ankles were bound, fur coat matted with sweat from the pain and fear that wracked through her.

The Russian pulled away and set the brand back in the fire, "One more."

Phoenix leaned over her, a hand on the table by her ribs, "And then you'll forget all about this."

She spat at him, "Fuck you!"

Standing straight he rose his other paw and wiped his whiskers and cheek, "You'll be so docile after today honey." His claws dug up into her, not in her g-spot, just into her soft walls, smiling as she screamed anew. "You scream beautifully..."

After a couple minutes the Russian wolf returned, "Last one."

Phoenix unbuckled one foot, and held her behind the thigh, pulling her over to her side where she kicked her leg out. He trapped her leg against his hip, holding her side against his front to expose her lower back. "Gotta mark your tramps."

The pain was completely different, rocketing up her back and down her tail that fluffed and tossed in her pain. Coupled with the agony that tore through her hips from being laid on, and moving. But, with his forearm bracing her thigh, he slid his fingers in her, working her as she wallowed in pain from her third branding until she climaxed. Her fluids soaking her inner thighs and his hand.

They released her and she rolled to her back again, crying aloud as the salt of her piss stung her right hip, and against her back just above her tail. Drool puddled down her cheeks, coughing and sputtering it up as it built in her mouth. Her teeth grit as his heavy hand stroked her face.

"Shh, it'll all be over soon Daisy," he leaned over, pressing his rough wolf whiskers to her cheek in a gentle kiss. "Then I'll take you home and treat you right."

The Russian wolf stepped around her and tightened the bond on her neck, "You'll barely feel a thing." He then rose a band and placed it around her forehead, holding it in place. "You understand that this could kill her?"

"I'll take the chance," he stated, fingers slipping between her quivering legs, "I'll make good use of her corpse. She's too pretty to waste."

She gulped hard, "W-what are you going to do?"

Phoenix leaned over her, a soft content smile on his lips, "You know what a lobotomy is right?"

"N-no... What is it? What are you going to do to me," she whimpered.

The Russian wolf tighten the strap some more, and picked up a long sharp pick, "To put this simply, I'm going to insert this pick in past your eye, and stir your brain a little. Separating the nerves of your frontal lobe from the rest of your brain, which in turn will erase your personality, and some of your memory. We'll be a little rougher than usual with you, just to make sure there isn't much of you left."

Tears streamed a new down her face, "P-please... Don't do this... I didn't do anything, just lemme go. I won't say anything! I just wanna go ho-" She was cut off as Phoenix's fingers delved deep.

"Home? Don't worry, I'll take you home," his free hand stroked her cheek. "Just you wait, you'll be very happy with me."

Daisy sobbed, nose running as the sharpened end of the pick was held before her, "No... please..." She saw it near, body vibrating in hot and cold spells. Teeth grit as she squeezed her eyes shut. Powerless and defeated she felt the cold metal slid into her eye, pushing the eyeball aside as she cried.

Her face felt full, almost ready to burst out into the room. Please... Please just stop... I wanna go home! My family, my work, I'll never complain about my pervert boss again! Or the creepy mail guy! Or gas prices! God help me!

There was a soft clang and crack that made her gasp. Her face still felt full, but there had been a sharp pain, and something felt deeper. No. No get out! I'd rather be abducted by aliens and have an anal probe stuck in the wrong hole! Just lemme go! Get out of my he- She could hear it, as it turned, pressure on her eye and nose as he literally stirred. Her mouth fell open, gasping and trying to form words.

He's actually doing it!... He's... he's in my head... What was he doing? Oh... Oh this feels... What's going on? She felt Pheonix's fingers, gentle but firm in her as she climaxed. Her mind dazed as she opened her eyes, it was a little hard to see beyond the blackened figure above her. Her lower body suddenly felt empty, a deep hissing noise before coolness fell over her hips that ached. The pressure from her face withdrew, freeing her eye that blinked as the sharp metal was moved away.

What happened? Where am I? ...Who am I? ... What am I? She felt pressure from her forehead be pulled away, and she rolled her head down to look at the giant, fire eyed wolf that held the coolness to her hip. The reddish fur around the cloth looked bloodied, and the area hurt on both hips, but the coolness was so soothing. Who is he? He's so nice... He... What is.. He?

He reached over and stroked her cheek, hushing her sweetly, but he didn't speak.

Her eyes got heavy, slowly closing as her head fell back to the surface she lay on. The pressure on her wrists and ankles coming off, but she was content.

Phoenix pulled into the gravel driveway of his farm, the big Hearth Farms above the gate. It was still dark as he passed the white picket fences of pastures. Then turned and pulled into another driveway. He stopped by a big dairy barn and parked, climbing out and around to the back of the truck where she was laying, still fast asleep from the drive.

He picked her up, cradling her close as he stepped into the barn and sat her down by a small storage room. He left her for only a moment to return with scissors, cutting her hair to a shoulder length, "There, maybe you won't drag it so much..." He then slipped on a pair of boots, and carried her into the muddy paddocks of the cows area.

The massive Holsteins watched him curiously as he laid her, in her bandages, on the ground in a slightly cleaner corner. Stroking her face, "You be good... " He then turned to the cows who shuffled back away from him, "You lot try not to kill her." He dusted himself off and stepped from the pen, kicking off the boots with a yawn and a stretch. "Stupid cows..."

The next day the barn opened up, the ebony wolf rubbed his amber eyes tiredly, fur coat unbroken with scars. His red flannel rolled up to his elbows, jeans stained with oil and grease. He slipped on the boots and yawned, walking down the twin rows of cows that followed him closely, one even accepting a stroke of it's large head.

On the other end of the barn he unlocked a door and stepped out into the muddy part of the cow pasture. It didn't go near the road, but curved around to the side of the barn. With another massive yawn and flash of teeth he pushed open the slider door, stepping aside as the cows half galloped out into the morning light. Doing the same to the other side he rubbed his tired eyes again.

Back in the barn he was almost to the storage room before he noticed the panda, nestled in a corner, looking at him curiously. His ears flattened, but stepped into the small room and returned with a pail. Crossing the watery mud of the pen he shook the pail, gaining the attention of one of the older calves who trotted his way.

He scooped out a handful and offered it to the calf that greedily ate from the palm of his hand. Wiping the stringy saliva on his jeans he approached the panda and held out another handful in front of her face. Smiling softly as she leaned forward, taking the calf's example, and eating straight from his hand.

Standing she leaned toward him, padding into the mud on all fours as he crossed the long pen with the calf in tow as it mooed.

He gently scratched the calf's face, glancing back. With a shake of the pail he whistled, "Daisy, come on girl."

The panda looked up, and wadded the mud faster, coming up by his side to receive a pet of her own and another handful of oats. Padding out into the deeper mud that was up to her elbows. She half swam through the piss and mud over to more solid ground.

He stepped through and shook the pail again, the cows herding around him for a treat and gently rubbing their heads against him, "Yeah yeah, Stacy wait your turn. Betsy easy girl. Kevin get off my foot." He stumbled back a bit, then turned to the panda, "Daisy, come 'ere girl."

She wove between the cows to get another handful of oats, mud caked up her arms and legs, tail dragging on the ground behind her. Accepting strokes and rubs against her face, behind her ears, and on her neck. She stumbled forward as he pulled away, following as closely as she could as he walked back toward the barn, but was stopped as he shut the door, left at the mercy of the herd.

They nuzzled her, licking her fur and chewing on her hair until she would pull away. She kept a good distance from them for a while, following their example and eating on the little bit of grass she could find. Or stealing some hay from the large piles that were in large stands around the pasture. She was munching on some at the trough when a long tongue slipped between her legs, looking back as a bull stepped closer and grabbed her hair.

She let out a cry, but his weight pressed on her back as he fell to his knees. Warmth fell across her tail and slipped under. With a startled scream she was penetrated, her tight folds stretching around the bulls spire as he rocked into her. Her hands clutched the muddy ground, teeth bared as she groaned.

He was not gentle with her, throwing his weight into her small frame over and over until his watery fluids dumped from her hole onto the ground. Then he left the exhausted panda crumpled up in the mud in front of the hay trough.

As she laid there, dull mind trying to figure out what had happened, another bull approached her, slamming into her just as ceremoniously. His massive body fit to crush her, saliva drooling down his mouth to drip onto her head. He took longer, mooing his pleasure just above her head, until he too dumped his fluids in her and out onto the ground were it puddled in the mud.

She weakly crawled forward and hid just under the hay to catch her breath. Legs trembling from her climaxes, caked with bull cum, and more than a little scared. However as she lay there she realized that the several bulls were all around the pasture, and many of them were up on their hind legs breeding cows. She watched them until she fell asleep.

Over the course of the month she was accepted into the herd. She slept curled up near her herd sisters, munching hay during nice days, and eating an oat and grain mixture that was sweet from the troughs if it was rainy out. The rutting of the bulls was a daily occurrence, even for her though there had been a few accidents. Her tail had broken from being stepped on, and her new owner, the ebony wolf, clipped it so it didn't drag anymore.

There was also a heavy brass ring on her nose from when she had headbutt her owner and followed him out of the pen. Struggling to push her back in without hurting her, so now she could be lead around much more easily. Other than that, she was a happy cow, being bred and well fed out in the meadow. Mooing in the field with the others, carrying on the long conversations of gossiping around the barn.

On the night of the full moon, the cows were weary of the wolf. Adorned in scars with hot coals for eyes, though he made no ill moves toward them. Stroking Daisy's head as he pulled out a large noisy bell on a red ribbon and tied it about her neck with a bow. Then clipped the lead to her nose ring, leading her out of the barn.

"Seems you've gotten plenty of practice my little heifer... I think you're more than qualified for this task." In another barn he lead her, but it was mostly horses, with a small paddock that was separated off. "Bucko's been a little impatient, poor things been blue balled for almost two months."

Her ears flicked, trotting on all fours a little awkwardly beside him. Her branding marks on her hips showed proudly through her fur as she walked. Her morning breeding still dripping between her legs.

He paused and turned, getting down on a knee as he unclipped the lead, "Now you're going to be a good little heifer and get acquainted with Bucko." He reached forward and scratched gently along her face and up into her hair, then around her ear, "Try not to get squashed. You're kinda cute, I'd kinda like to keep you." Then he stood and opened the gate, pushing her right into the barred stable and paddock.

She looked back up at him, then over to the massive Holstein bull who snorted at her. She pressed her back to the wall with a gentle moo. To her surprise the bull approached and nuzzled her, rubbing his big head around hers as he breathed in her heifer scent.

Phoenix leaned against the door, arms rested on a bar as he watched Bucko push her around until she was out on the floor. The bulls long thin shaft was bright pink, and stretched out before him, the massive wrecking balls of testicles swaying between the powerful legs. With a thrust and a moo, he was in.

Daisy moaned, mooing almost happily as her worn snatch was stretched anew. Claws raking the straw and sawdust ground, knees in the dirt with her feet up, trembling. Her mouth gaped wide as she was half impaled on the needle like spire, drool stringing from her lips and tongue.

"That a boy, breed your new heifer," he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, breathing as his eyes watched with a sickened smirk on his lips, while the once innocent drunk panda was railed by the quarter ton bull. The whole stable stinking of hormones, pungent urine and shit, while the hot and heavy panting of the bull echoed through the barn.

Daisy rose her head, screaming a moo as she climaxed and Phoenix could watch her belly distend. Her head hit the sawdust, body trembling, slumping to the side off Bucko's spire. Jizz flushed from her body, soaking the ground under her half docked tail. Her pretty pinkish eyes dazed, but content as she looked over at her owner.

Letting out a cloud of smoke he sighed with a smile, "Good girl Daisy. Now you two rest up, I've got work to do before harvesting season." He turned away, padding down the line of stables, "You two are gonna have orders to fill."

She laid there on the ground, legs still weak from her breeding, but she sat up on her hip, looking back as Buckos wet tongue licked at the fluids on her hip. Her arm shook and she collapsed back into the straw, deciding to just lay there for a little while longer. Ears twisting as Bucko loomed over her again, but his half erect cock began spewing hot piss, soaking her already heated body. It splashed up to splatter over her hair, then down her shoulder and side to her hips where it streamed over her gaping slit that still leaked his cum. Her red fur matted in mud, cum and now piss.

Sighing she laid her head down again, eyes starting to drift off. For a moment she wondered how she had ever come to be the ugly cow in the pasture, the odd ball out, but regardless she was happy. Well fed, warm, and now in a stable away from noisy herd sisters with a bull all her own. Like some fairy tale the cows would tell to the calves on nights they were restless.

Even though she had no memory of her life before the barn, and their two wolf owners, she was happy with her present, and looking forward to her future with Bucko.