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[pocket-cowbae]

Friendship Always Wins

(A/N): A belated Secret Santa gift fic for @wienersmosh... Merry Christmas!! Sorry it's so late, I've been ill and it sat half-finished and unedited for days LOL

Friendship Always Wins: An Ianthony Fic

“Hey, Ian, can I talk to you for a second?”

Really, this could be about literally anything. Courtney is one of my employees, one of my friends, and one of my directors.

But for some reason it feels like Courtney wants to talk to me about something personal. And I’m not particularly in the mood for it today.

“What’s up, Court?” I look up from my computer and try to plaster on a half-assed smile, something that most of the office would buy as me trying not to be a bummer. Or something. I think. Most people don’t ask me about it, anyway.

Except a couple people in particular, including the person who just closed the door behind them.

“So, since Anthony came back I’ve noticed you’ve been a lot happier, and like, I want to say that I’m really proud of you for being so much more open and free with your thoughts and emotions and stuff.”

“Uh, thanks I think?”

“I just…” They trail off for a moment, hesitating, clasping their fingers together. “I feel like you’ve got some shit going on, and I wanna let you know that you’ve got people to talk to, you know?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Listen…” Courtney plops down onto the couch in front of me with a sigh, fiddling with her ponytail. “I’ve definitely noticed you’ve got something you’re not telling people, and Shayne’s noticed too. And if Shayne’s noticed, you’re not very good at hiding it… My husband is oblivious as shit and we both know it.” She says with an affectionate smile on her face.

“That’s not quite true. He noticed that Olivia had a crush on –”

“Pointing out that Shayne notices when his friends have crushes is not helping your case.” Courtney cuts me off, grinning at me with her eyebrows raised. “That’s why I’m here.”

“You think I have a crush?” I hiss at her, rising out of my seat quickly and glancing at the door to check that it’s actually closed.

She grins wider. “A-ha. You seem pretty nervous now, Ian.”

I freeze. “I’m just not in the mood for this kind of conversation and would like for it to not be overheard by other people.” I say bluntly.

“Not in the mood?” She leans forward. “I mean, if I’ve crossed a line, just tell me to get the hell out of your office like a big ol’ meanie boss-man, but I’m here as your friend, and I just want you to feel happy and comfortable with the people around you, and not feel like you have to hide shit.”

I sigh. “I don’t want you to get the hell out of my office, but I just don’t know what there is to talk about.”

“What there is to talk about is that I’m pretty sure you’re crushing on your best friend.”

I’ve never felt more like I’m having an out-of-body-experience than at this moment. I feel a chill go down my spine and my voice feels distant and cold. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Cut the shit, Ian.” Courtney says in a playful voice that I don’t think matches my reaction at all. “I can see it.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I say more darkly, avoiding eye contact with her, sitting back down and staring at my screen.

“Oh, I don’t?” They stand up, stepping forward to lean over my desk, staring at me until I look up at them.

“No. You don’t. You don’t know what I’m feeling or what you think you see.”

Courtney snorts, leaning back and crossing their arms over their chest. “Oh, I don’t know what you’re feeling? You think you have the monopoly on being in love with your best friend and co-worker and being afraid to tell anyone because you’re scared of losing the greatest connection you’ve ever had with someone? You think I don’t know what that feels like?”

I blink at them. “I’m sorry, Court, that’s not–”

“No, I get it. You’re freaked out about it and you’re worried everyone sees it and thinks you’re some ridiculous fool, or worse that he sees it and thinks you’re a creep or a freak.”

“I– do they??”

“No,you idiot.” Courtney rolls her eyes but her tone is playful and caring. “Nobody thinks you’re a fool or a creep. But we do want to see you happy.”

“Wait, who’s ‘we’? Who else–?”

“Me, Shayne, Damien, Amanda, Erin Dougal, Alex Tran, Kiana, Spencer…” Courtney counts on her fingers with a grin. “Nicole, Mike, Marcus, Trevor, Alé–”

“Oh God, I get it!” I put my hands over my ears dramatically, and I can’t stop myself from letting out a laugh despite my anxiety.

“So what are you going to do about it?” She asks.

“What?” I look up at her incredulously. “What am I supposed to do about it?”

“Maybe, I don’t know, tell him?”

“Jesus, Courtney, are you insane??” I stand up and start pacing. “What the fuck would that conversation even look like? ‘Hey, I know we’ve known each other since we were in sixth grade but I’ve had a crush on you since we were in seventh grade and I’ve been afraid to tell you for years because I thought you were straight and then by the time I realized you weren’t straight it felt too awkward to tell you and then you had a girlfriend and then we weren’t talking for more than half a decade and I thought I was over it but as soon as we started talking again the feelings came back and I’ve been so excited to work with you again but I’m worried that I’ll lose you as a friend if you ever find out how much I love you so I’ve just been trying to keep my damn mouth shut and deal with it just like I did before you left in the first place’?!”

Courtney blinks at me with her mouth open. “You’ve been in love with Anthony since seventh grade?”

“I–” I try to sputter out some sort of reply, but I hadn’t even realized I had admitted that while I was ranting.

“Oh, Ian…” They look at me with some sort of pity that almost pisses me off. “You’ve gotta say something.”

“Why? What good would it do? What would even come out of it? We’d get married and live happily ever after?”

She shrugs. “It worked for me and Shayne.”

“Not everyone is you and Shayne, Court!” I snap, a little too aggressively.

Courtney’s face flushes pink. “Well, I know that, I just…” As her voice trails off, she looks down at her fingers.

“I’m sorry, Courtney, I didn’t mean to yell, I just…” I let myself flop down onto the couch she was sitting in earlier, my head in my hands. “I’m scared.” My voice breaks.

I feel Courtney’s weight on the seat next to me, and her hand on my back. “I know, Ian. But I don’t think it would end as badly as you’re scared it would.”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“No, I don’t, but I know both of you, and I know Anthony isn’t leaving again anytime soon. I know you can trust him.”

“I don’t want to lose him, Courtney.” 

Courtney’s hand squeezes my shoulder. “You wouldn’t. I promise.”

–

Three weeks later…

–

“So, Kiana said we’re sharing the top floor because we’re, and I quote, ‘the big daddies of the company’.” Anthony chuckles as he reads the text out loud as we walk down the hallway to the hotel room.

I snort. “‘Daddy’ almost sounds fancy coming from Kiana.”

“Arasha already calls you that, doesn’t she?” He grins, taking out the key and swiping it in the door.

“So do Courtney and Olivia sometimes, it’s a bit weird.”

“I feel like it’s a compliment.”

I shrug, putting my bags down by one of the living chairs. “Whatever, man. I don’t care if they say it, it’s just a word.”

Anthony puts down his bags next to another chair as we both look around the room. It’s pretty big, with a small kitchenette and a separate door to what I assume is a ‘bedroom’. 

As I’m looking around hopefully for a second room, I hear Anthony as he walks towards the bathroom – probably curious about the size of the bathtub.”I think it’s cute. It shows that they see you as a father figure, but not in a weird way, you know?”

I don’t see a second door. God, there better be two beds in there… “Yeah, as long as it stays wholesome. They make weird jokes about it sometimes but I’m glad they’ve never really crossed any lines about it. I’m not one to make or enjoy any hint about sleeping with my employees.” I shudder.

Anthony snorts. “We’ve seen enough of that shit in other companies. That dynamic is so gross.”

I grab my water bottle from the side of my backpack, silently pleased at the delightful popping sound it makes when it opens. “Yeah, that weird power thing is nasty.”

“Speaking of power, would you ever call someone ‘daddy’ in bed?”

I nearly spit out my water and I feel some of it burn my nose. “Dude, what??” 

Anthony laughs at the look on my face. “Hey, it’s a power thing! Some people are into that kind of kinky thing.”

“But why would you just ask me that?? Jesus, my water nearly came out my nose!”

“I don’t know, I was thinking about it because of what we were talking about earlier.”

“Why are you thinking about what I would call someone in bed though?” I ask, trying to will my face not to flush pink.

Anthony’s does, though, much to my surprise. “I don’t know, man, it just came into my head!”

He turns away before I can reply, and he goes to the other door, swinging it open.

“Oh no…”

“What?”

“You’re not gonna like this.” He calls over his shoulder as I approach him.

I peek around him (too short to see over his shoulder – not that I care about being shorter than Anthony, because I don’t!) to see that there is only one bed in the sleeping area.

“God damn it, Kiana!” I groan out loud, letting out a huff of air and running my hand through my hair as I step away from Anthony, feeling overwhelmed and flustered.

“I’ll sleep on the floor or something, I’m sure they can send up extra pillows to –”

“Wait, what?” I look back at Anthony, and he looks… upset, almost guilty?”

“I just – I assume you don’t want to share a bed, and this is probably my fault, so I –”

“Why is it your fault? And why would I care? We’ve been friends for ages, it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before.” I’m sure my face has already defied me and is past the point of pink, likely beet red, but I choose to ignore the heat I feel on my cheeks.

“I mean… I guess, yeah, it’s not a big deal, it’s a pretty big bed, we can put pillows between us if you want.”

“I… what?”

“Well it’s just…” Anthony looks at the floor, his hand going to the back of his neck. “We haven’t… after I came out as bi, we never…”

“Oh.” Anthony came out as bi shortly after high school, and we hadn’t shared a bed since before then. “Dude, I don’t care, you know I’m bi too.”

“Yeah, I-I know, I just…” 

“And what did you mean it’s probably your fault?” Definitely didn’t want to keep down that rabbit hole, so let’s go down another one. Great thinking, Ian…

“Oh, I…” Anthony continues to avoid my gaze, but he looks out the window this time. “I… was joking around with Alé about those ‘only one bed’ tropes and I told her if she puts us in a room with only one bed she’s fired.”

I burst out laughing, almost crying instantly. “Oh my God, dude, that’s hilarious!”

Anthony laughs nervously as I hold my gut, tears rolling down my face as I laugh harder than I had in weeks. “Yeah, aha… so uh, you’re not mad?”

“Mad?” I’m still chuckling, wiping my cheeks. “Why would I be mad? That’s fucking comedy gold, dude.”

Anthony still looks uncharacteristically nervous, so I put a hand on his arm. “You know what would be even funnier?”

He tilts his head at me silently.

“If we acted like it actually did something.”

Anthony’s face goes as red as mine felt earlier. “I… what?”

“Oh come on, man, it would be great. We can pretend like it revealed some sort of deep feelings for each other or something.” 

In my own head, I’m screaming at myself, because why on earth would I want to pretend to be in love with the person I’m actually in love with as a joke? But for some reason, my mouth keeps going.

“We can be all cutesy and quiet like we’ve got some sort of secret to hide, and pretend that we had a big heart-to-heart like in a rom-com.”

He smiles, and I don’t notice right away but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Oh, yeah. Like a fanfiction.”

“Exactly!” I grin at him. “Like, ‘oh, Anthony, sharing this bed with you makes me want to cuddle you and kiss you, I’ve been in love with you for years’--”

“‘Oh, Ian!’” He starts, grabbing my waist and making my heart thump about a million beats per minute. “‘I’ve been in love with you for years too! Ever since you brought me that homework when I was sick, I knew you were something special to me!’”

I chuckle nervously. “Wow, that’s a deep cut.”

“Deep enough that you didn’t even remember that when I brought it up.”

“Hey, I can remember a lot of things.”

“Oh yeah?” Anthony still hasn’t let go of me, and I can feel his breath on my face as he teases me. “Like what?”

“I can remember when I fell in love with you.” The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop myself.

“Oh?” Anthony’s face gets closer, and his eyebrows are raised playfully.

“I…” I can’t get my words out properly. All I can focus on is how close Anthony’s face is to mine and how close his lips are to mine and how soft and –

Suddenly the distance is smaller, and by smaller I mean he’s kissing me.

I don’t even remember what we were talking about. I don’t remember anything. I can’t think about anything except the fact that Anthony is directly in front of me, and I have never wanted anything more than the man whose body is pressed against mine, whose shirt I have grasped like a life-raft, whose hand is still on my waist, thumb against my bare skin just under the hem of my shirt, whose other hand has found its home in my hair, holding me close, gripping me like I’m everything he ever wanted…

I never want to let go, but slowly he pulls off of my lips, and I can’t help the whine that escapes me.

“I’ve always wanted to do that for real.” Anthony murmurs, his forehead resting against mine.

I feel like I have no air in my lungs as I try to process what that means. “You– you wanted to…?”

“Kiss you? Yeah.” He chuckles. The hand that was in my hair drifts down my back, still holding me close. “For a very long time.”

“I…” I have no idea how to respond, and for a moment Anthony seems hesitant.

“Is that wrong? I just…” Anthony looks into my eyes, his own full of so many emotions I can’t pinpoint. “I wanted to know what it felt like. Outside of a sketch or whatever.”

“I mean, I… I wanted it too.” I admit. I’m trying to smile at him but I can’t feel my face enough to know if it’s working.

His eyes widen. “Really?”

“Yeah, I…” I hesitate. I don’t know if he’s just curious or… “I love you, Anthony.”

The smile that spreads across his face makes him look as radiant as the sun. “God, I love you too.” 

He leans in and captures my lips for another kiss, and whatever anxieties I had about losing my best friend are melting away with the assurance that my best friend, the co-creator and co-owner of my company, my soulmate, my everything, loves me too.

–

Later that evening…

–

“We really are stupid, aren’t we?”

I look up at Anthony from where I’m snuggled into his chest, laying clothed on top of the bed after dinner and half-watching whatever was on the television. “Huh?”

“I mean, we’ve clearly been dancing around our feelings for each other for a long time. I was worried you would think I was creepy or something if I told you how I felt…”

“I thought that you had found out how I felt and that was the big reason why you left Smosh, because it freaked you out.” I admit softly.

Anthony’s arm tightens around my shoulders and he gives me a kiss on the head. “If I had known what we were both feeling behind all that tension and anger and shit, I don’t think I would have left. I feel like we can face anything together.”

“I mean, we always could. Friendship always wins, right?” I tease.

Anthony laughs, and he plants another kiss on my head. “We always win, my love.”

[bunnis-monsters]

Sacrificial Heifer

Bull Hybrids x Cow Hybrid!Reader

Commissioned by: @yuriohoe04

WC: 1k

A/N: Only 2 more slots for my commissions rn! Make sure to get them while you can. Once my comms are closed I won’t be opening them again until all my comms are finished ^^

Warnings: dubcon, breeding, lactation, pregnancy, gangbang

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It had been a week since the farmer announced that you and your barn mates were ready to be bred for the first time.

At first, the lot of you were excited, some even ovulating and ready to breed. One of your friends had her tail lifted up, and it swayed softly as she sighed.

“Can’t you imagine it, being bred by a handsome bull? Do you think they’d want to settle and become mates?”

You rolled your eyes, swatting her thigh with your tail. “Not likely. Most bulls are just looking for a heifer to breed and toss aside for the next one. You’ll be lucky if they give you more than a few minutes of your time.”

An older cow had warned you many times that bulls liked to play with young heifers’ hearts, and that if you wanted to live a peaceful life on the farm, then you’d just breed and go about your day.

That’s what you told yourself out of fear of getting your heart broken… until the day finally came to breed.

All the other heifers were filling themselves up, brushing out their hair and tidying themselves up. The pheromones wafting through the barn were thick, almost stifling.

This all changed when the bulls walked in. They were big, bulky, and honestly? Terrifying.

They walked in with confidence, eyeing the new heifers with keen, sharp eyes that told you they were more than experienced when it came to breeding.

“Alright, who’s first?”

All the heifers shivered at the authoritative tone of voice. They had never been spoken to in such a way. The farmers they’ve had in the past had always been gentle, giving their bottoms hearty slaps as they herded them into the barn.

These bulls didn’t look like they even knew what the word gentle meant. They knew how to work with an inexperienced heifer, how to breed them into submission and stuff them full of cum.

You looked on with a mix of nervousness and curiosity. The bulls were definitely handsome, and despite their rough way of speaking, the way they tried their best to look a bit smaller told you that maybe they weren’t as bad as you had been told.

Before you could retreat to observe them from the back of the stall, you were shoved out into an open space, landing in the arms of one of the bulls.

“A volunteer. Cute one too.”

You yelped as your ass was groped, the bull squeezing it lightly before inspecting your face. “Little heifer, no need to be nervous. Gonna put a calf in you, alright?”

“Quite small, ain’t she?”

Another bull approached you from behind, lifting up your tail to get a better look at your fat ass. “Perfectly plump too. Got them child bearing hips… mmm…”

The feeling of a cock rubbing against your panties made your body freeze up. They both cooed at you, already able to sense your pheromones spiking. “Someone’s begging to be fucked silly, huh?”

One of the bulls traced circles over your clothed clit, laughing as you blubbered our half hearted pleas for them to let you go. “Hush, heifer. You’re soaking my hand, gotta breed that fat cunt of yours.”

Before long you were being hoisted up, a big fat cock pushing against your pussy. It was huge, and you were sure it would tear your body in two!

“Sure this little thing can take it?” another bull asked, this one playing with your clit as the other two bulls prepped your hole. “Smallest heifer in the herd I’ve seen so far…”

“She’ll take it.”

And with that, he rutted into you, stretching your fat pussy out as he bounced you on his cock. It was painful at first, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, but your body was built for this. You were made to be bred by bulls, to get pregnant and produce milk and calves.

You felt your pussy gush as he fucked into you, biting into your shoulder. “That’s it, baby. Cream on my cock, lemme hear you cry out for me.”

You were passed around by the bulls, feeling so full and happy. As you were bent over and groped by another bull, you let out the prettiest of moans.

“God, that’s it, that’s a good heifer. Take my load, fuck…”

A bull took one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling as another mounted and bred you thoroughly. Before you were a virgin, and now you were being fucked by so many different cocks that you could barely think.

They rolled you onto your tummy, lifting your ass into the air and eating the cum out of your pussy, wanting to give you a nice and fresh creampie and hoping their’s would be the load to impregnate your fertile womb.

All the other heifer’s watched in awe and jealousy as the bulls kept their attention on you, unable to spare a second glance to the others. You were so cute, a small, chubby little heifer that was perfect for beating calves. How the hell were they supposed to breed anyone else when you were bouncing on their cocks?

By the end of the breeding session, your belly was distended, stuffed full of cum. None of the other heifers were bred because the bulls were way too busy doting on you after they all got a turn.

Now, as your belly began to swell with a calf and your tits got heavy and full, the bulls couldn’t help but cum all over and in you. Your pretty mouth and pussy was always keeping someone’s cock nice and warm.

Drinking milk from your fat and heavy tits was the best part of their day. They had to test your milk to make sure it was high quality… and they also just wanted to suck on your nipples.

After all, you were their perfect little breeding cow. None of the other heifers compared to you, none as sweet and soft and pretty. If anyone had a problem, they could take it up with the bulls.

You sat on your bed, being fed strawberries as your belly was massaged.

Maybe that older cow was wrong, because these bulls adored you with their entire heart… and you were excited to be thoroughly bred again once you gave birth.

You were a cow hybrid after all, and needed to produce lots of milk and calves. Being a breeding cow was your job…

And you were damn good at it.

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[girlboyburger]

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

•°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆

third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

•°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆

Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

•°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆

Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

•°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆

Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

•°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆

[cobalt-the-noodle]

cow tools and Pattern recognition

so. I like old newspaper cartoons such as Calvin and Hobbes, or, for today’s rant, The Far Side. But aside from reading them, I also enjoy reading ABOUT them.

now, many already know of the Cow Tools comic, but if you don’t, here it is

Now, this comic, for those who don’t know, once caused mass confusion and panic due to one little detail. One of the Cow Tools happened to resemble a handsaw. This led to thousands of people across the US during the comic’s original printing to decide that this means all the other objects were supposed to be other human tools[ as built by cows].

now, unfortunately, this is not the case. The joke was that if cows made tools, this is what they’d look like.

but the fact so many came to this conclusion and spent months [yes, MONTHS] trying to piece together what the cow tools were “supposed” to be says a lot about the human mind’s pattern recognition and stubbornness. Once we decide a conclusion is the “correct” one, we stubbornly try to prove it with any evidence we can piece together, usually utilizing pattern recognition alone if that’s the only evidence we can find.

now there’s two things this reminds me of, and one is FNAF lore, so I’m not touching that with a forty-three and 7/8ths foot pole.

the other, of course, is pseudoscience and pseudoarchaeology. How many of these theories rely on pattern recognition, like terrace farms actually being staircases for giants, or mountains being pyramids or treestumps?

Cow Tools provides a great microcosm of this phenomenon. The only difference is that Earth doesn’t have a cartoonist in charge who can explain that the joke isn’t that deep.

in conclusion, sometimes a cow tool is just a cow tool, no matter what your eyes are telling you.

[skittykittybean]

Woah hey! Did I ever tell anyone that I’m a writer? :3

Well, now I am! Just posted my first story onto VoyceMe for a competition they’re doing. Part of the judging criteria is view numbers. Every click counts!!

(Though reads are appreciated too! X3)

[esmeislewd]

I know that "pig" is often used for teasing and degradation in this kink (and I do enjoy that don't get me wrong) but why not use it for praise too~ Pigs can be just so adorable!!!

Dress your feedee up in cute pink lingerie with a little curly tail and get them snacks

Play with their tummy and congratulate them for getting so plump for you

Nibble their rolls and say they look good enough to eat

As they reach their weight goals tie a blue ribbon around their wrist and treat them to their favourite dinner~

I love when people call me a fat pig but I don't JUST want it to be teasing, praise me too! Tell me what a good job I'm doing fattening up and make me feel beautiful ^^

[rintoki]

moo moo milk

characters: gepard x dom!reader

cw: gepard’s giant tiddies

a/n: he sent me the one message about what drinks i’d like to try. yea that’s all. i want to suck his tiddies that’s all. sorry if bad haven’t written long time

“ah, geppie, remember when you asked me what other belobogian drinks i’d like to try? i think i know what i want to try now.”

“right, right now?” the blonde man stuttered out, his face a crimson red even just after a few kisses.

“yup,” you smiled joyfully, one hand resting on the table behind the man you have trapped against you, and the other resting on his broad chest. now stripped down to just his undershirt and pants, gepard’s defined body was much more visible. the thin material of his undershirt stretching to cover his chest, even then it was still very much exposed to your hungry eyes.

“uhm, sure. what would you like to try? i’ll be sure to get it for you.” the kind-natured man smiled, ready to oblige you despite the state you have him in—breathing heavily and needy for you.

and with a smile, the hand that rests on his chest begins to drift downwards, feeling the curve of his pecs, before resting on the underside and cupping your hand against his breast. gepard stiffens under your motions, his adam’s apple bobbing nervously as the heat of your hand begins to seep through the fabric, warming his now hardening nipple.

his lips tremble slightly, unsure of how to act now as his breathing gets heavier under your touch and his pants gets tighter. you smile even wider, pleased by his reaction to a simple touch your hand gently squeezes around his tit, relishing in the way his hard nipple brushes against your palm.

“i want…” you began.

gepard let’s put a staggered breath now, unable to contain it any longer. his cock strains in his pants, finding it rather embarrassing how worked up you’ve got him from a few touches. he shuts his eyes, trying to keep a handle on himself before he completely crumbles, but your quiet voice beside his ear only pushes further to the edge.

“… to try your milk, geppie.”

it takes him a moment to register your words, still too caught up with your touches. “my… my milk?”

“from here.” you give his chest another squeeze, this time letting your thumb roll over his protruding buds. gepard sucks in a sharp breath, his abdomen quivering as you began to tease his nipples.

“i can’t—i don’t, i can’t …lactate… i don’t have m-milk.” he barely gets the words out, unable to help how his chest unconsciously pushes out, as if begging to have it teased more.

“are you sure? i think we should try.”

and before he knew it, you’ve already pushed his undershirt up, resting it on the tops of his chest with both his tits exposed to you now with his hardened nipples poking out at you, asking to be sucked on.

gepard can’t hold back the gasp he lets out, nor the low whine when your warm mouth envelops one of his nipples, slippery tongue massaging his sensitive buds. his hands gripped the table behind him, knowing it was taking his all and the table to keep him from falling to his knees.

you alternate between flicking and sucking on his nipple, your teeth biting down gently on the flesh around it, as if urging his milk to come out. and on the other side your hand continues to stimulate his chest, massaging and rolling his nipple between your fingers, getting it ready to be taken into your mouth.

“a-ah! wait..! that’s too…n-nngh.. s’ sensitive there, p-please…”

you looked up from your position, and with lips still wrapped tightly around his tits you took in the view. gepard’s skin was flushed all the way down his neck, he had leaned his head back, mouth hanging open as quiet whimpers fell from his lips.

so gorgeous, you released his nipple, watching as his body jolts with every lick you give it. his hitched breath as you sucked on the other side, warming it between your lips, you could feel it between your legs, an aching need beginning to pool.

even the way the bulge in his pants pressed against your belly, you know he isn’t even aware of how his own hips buck against your tummy, begging for some kind is stimulation. but you leave it be, knowing it isn’t long for his release. you can hear it in his voice, in his breath, even in the way his grip on the table tightens further.

you know it better than him, when you roll his sensitive nipple gently between you teeth, swollen from all the sucking. that his body would go completely stiff, hips and abdomen trembling from the intense pleasure as his mouth hang open with silent moans.

a damp patch begins to grow on the crotch of his pants, seeping into the fabric of your shirt. “you came a lot.”

gepard flinches slightly, cheeks growing even redder at your observation. “i… i apologise, i didn’t mean to dirty your clothes. forgive me.” he whispers, still a little out of breath.

“hm, don’t apologise, i don’t mind it one bit. it seems like you enjoyed that a lot, huh?” your fingers roll over the swollen buds, watching how he jolts with every touch.

“y-yes, it was quite… it felt good.” gepard smiles, moving to wrap his arms around you now.

“i didn’t manage to get any of your milk though, i think we’ll have to try again next time,” a cheeky smile forms on your face, “and next time, i think i have just the tool to help us get it.”

the silvermane captain sighs, a furious blush on his face as you mention wanting his milk again. for whatever reason it causes him to be aroused as you spoke about it, he didn’t want to think about it now.

[bump1nthen1ght]

Kissing the Pain Away (M!CowHybrid!Reader x M!Demon)

Pairing: Male! Cow Hybrid!Reader x Male!Farmer!Demon

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Hybrid Farms

Warnings: Explicit Content Ahead (18+ ONLY)

Word count: 1535 words

Summary: It’s the middle of a balmy summer night, but you’re busy tossing and turning, teets full and aching with milk. Luckily, your lovely demon farmer comes to the rescue.

Request: dont know you guys but i lowkey wanna request a big tittied male cow hybrid reader getting milked both ways by a farmer i mean they can be male or maybe female not problem (mostly male but its on you) but they are demon like just hear me out guys... (I would like to breastfeed someone even tho im a male)

It’s too damn hot out.

You knew it was gonna be too damn hot the minute you woke up, with a fire in your belly and sweat beading on your brow. Your normally cozy stall feels stuffy, the air thick as you toss and turn, trying to go back to sleep. But the aching pains all over are too much to ignore.

You try your best to be good, but it just hurts so much.

So you whine, mooing as pathetically as you can, the sound echoing across the giant barn. It only takes a couple of minutes for the lights to be switched on, for the familiar sound of work boots on straw coming towards you.

“It’s 2 AM, bud. This better be good.” Orias hums, wiping a calloused palm down his face, trying his best to rub the sleep out of his eyes. You nearly burst into tears as he slides open the stall doors, finally getting a glimpse at your weeping form. 

“P-please.” You keen, hand reached out in desperation

The sight of you curled up, desperately massaging your chest and rutting your hips is enough to soften his gaze. He rubs the back of his neck with a sigh.

It’s gonna be a long night.

“Poor thing. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be cross.” His own tail flicks back and forth, hat pulled off his horns as he kneels in front of you, dexterous hands quickly rubbing at your swollen nipples. “Damn, these are hard as rocks. No wonder you’re hollering.”

All you can do is nod and push yourself into his grip, begging for the relief of being milked. Everything aches and only an experienced touch can make you feel better.

“I got you, handsome. Let Daddy take care of you.”

Red palms scoop up under your pecs, pushing in a massaging upward motion to encourage the milk to release. You shudder out a breath of relief, the feeling of letting go almost as good as the tongue flicking across your nipple. Orias is never one to waste, lapping up all your dribbling milk with efficiency. Even so, he grabs a bucket from the corner and places it under your leaking chest, knowing he can’t swallow it all.

It’s still not quite enough. The slow pace offers temporary pleasure, but it will be a while until you’re fully empty. All you can chase now is the friction of your bottoms against the hay-ridden stall floor, balls aching just like your chest. Your small bumps barely stave away the pain, your cock-head leaking enough to stain the front of your pajama bottoms.

“Ah-ah!” Your voice echoes as Orias fishes your cock out through your shorts, right through your fly. His thumb brushes across the weeping head, your shaft already slick. He detaches briefly from your nipple, catching his breath.

“Someone’s getting greedy.” Orias gives kitten licks to your other swollen nipple, just rubbing his palm up the sides of your dick . Your moos are forlorn, big wet tears leaving tracks down your cheeks now. Canting your hips into his hand, you pull out all the stops. “Ahh, I spoil you too much.”

You don’t hide the moan as Orias finally latches onto your other teet, his palm sliding down your wet shaft to fondle your balls. Rivulets of pre-cum now run down the sides, making squelching sounds as he squeezes and gropes. Orias grabs another bucket for your semen; He can’t waste any of the real money maker.

“Good boy.” He mutters, taking only a second to detach before sipping on more milk. His hand moves up from your balls to the base of your cock, ringing out more dripping cum into the bucket as he squeezes up and down. The slow slap, slap, as he jerks you off is only made louder by your cum and sweat, spilling out over Orias wrists and dribbling onto his forearm.

He has to take a break for one moment, catching his breath and shaking out his wrist. Voracious as you are, those few seconds feel like torture. You rut into his chest half-heartedly, barely any strength left.

“I know, I know.” His hand finds itself snugly back on your dick but his head stays away from your teets. He instead reaches over to grab the milking machine, two suction cups attached to a large, sterile tank. “I want to make you feel better baby, but this will do a better job than I can.”

Normally you'd fight back, always preferring Orias mouth to the impersonal cups, but you’ve got gallons stored up and he’s only one demon. It’s the one bit of logic your addled brain can manage.

“O-okay.” You hiccup, brushing away the tears as you present your chest. Orias' experience helps him attach the machine with only one hand. Once attached, he turns his focus on your other milker.

Your head gets thrown back as Orias settles onto his knees, taking tentative licks of your cock. The milking machine is helping relieve some pressure, but this hint of stimulation has you mooing louder than ever.

“Oooooh.” You sigh as Orias licks a long stripe up your shaft, smacking his lips with the taste of your prized semen. Your cock jerks in against his lips, some more spurting onto his cheeks. He swipes it off and into the bucket. “Need it, please. Need to be milked.”

Your balls are hot and heavy in Orias hands, your musk almost intoxicating. It’s what sends him over the edge and has him finally, finally, swallow down your cock. His tongue lathers up the semen, spit dripping down his jaw as he takes you all the way to the base. You toss your head back in a moan.

“Yes! Yes!” Bushy fur presses up against Orias nose as you grab onto his horns and buck, balls slapping against the bottom of his chin as you ride out in his mouth. Your pent up hormones and his tongue are enough for you already to be near the brink. “Fu-uck.” You pant, tongue lolled out like a dog as your first orgasm hits, shooting straight into the back of Orias throat. You can see his nostrils flare and his eyes go wide, but this isn’t his first rodeo. He knows one won’t be enough, could never be enough, so he swallows the whole load without complaint.

You take a couple seconds, catching your breath and giving your thighs a break, but Orias tongue doesn’t. He keeps you hard with his long tongue encircling you in his mouth, the tip just reaching your balls. It’s all you need to kick start another fire in your belly, to ache for that sensation again.

Your thrusts are a little slower but no less desperate, the lessening pain meaning you can fully enjoy Orias’ skills. 

“S-so deep.” You stutter, transfixed by the site of your dick going in and out of Orias’ mouth. His bright yellow eyes finally meet yours, a twinge going up your back and straight into your stomach.  You find yourself lost in them, not even realizing how Orias’ hands crawl up your backside, pullin apart your asscheeks until-

“Ah!” You jerk Orias all the way down to your base when the first finger sinks into your asshole, sweat and cum making it glide in with little issue. It’s nice, but Orias know you need more, using your momentary shock to slip in a second and a third. That tingly feeling moves down all the way to your hooves, your tail now jerking back and forth like a happy dog. 

Orias scissors his finger soutward, stretching your whole and it's like your brain is being scrambled. Your nerves are firing, not sure to hump into Orias mouth or to ride his fingers like a dildo. Luckily he makes the decision for you, pulling you all the way to the tip and then forcing himself back down on your cock. At the same time, his fingers reach your prostate, matching his slobbery blowjob’s tempo to that of his hand. All you can do is let the pleasure carry you, knuckles gripped tight onto his horns just hoping not to pass out.

“Gonna cum again!” You're able to finally moo out, eyes nearly crossed. It doesn’t do anything to halt Orias pace, his lips curling into a grin as you reach a higher plane of existence. It’s almost too much, so good, so good, so good-

“O-oh!” The second orgasm hits you like a brick to the face; if the first was like a firecracker, then this was an explosion. Your whole lower body tenses, assshole tightening as your cock gushes cum. Orias, slightly more prepared, swallows some yet holds the rest in his mouth. When you finally collapse to your knees, he spits the rest in the cum bucket, wiping off the excess and flicking it in there too.

You hardly remember the milking machine detaching, or yoru shorts benign plled back up. Your face is smushed into Orias’ chest, his large hands rubbing soothing circles into your abc.

“There, there, that's a good little cow, huh?”

You nod, still utterly cock drunk. You don’t notice Orias flicking the lights off, a full-body exhaustion hitting you like a train.

The heat doesn’t bother you for the rest of the night.

[five-and-dimes]

Sunbeam

Part 1 of 4

Using the Dreaming Bingo Adoptable prompt: Cat Ears

Rating: M

Ship: Dreamling

Warnings: Past abuse (not explicit, just implied past warprize things)

Additional Tags: Cat!Dream, Cow!Hob, King/warprize, hurt/comfort

Summary: King of the cow Kingdom, Hob is given a cat person as a warprize, and he'd give him the very sun if he could. But perhaps some sunbeams will be good enough.

Read on AO3

It takes a village to make an au like this- It all started on our fav @gabessquishytum 's blog (specifically these posts), plus a lot of inspo from discord, and Hob's design based on the amazing art of @amielot. Thanks for feeding my obsession with this au, friends! 🤘

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By the time Hob makes it back to his room, finally released from a dull morning council meeting, it is nearly afternoon. And Dream is kneeling on the floor.

It’s been a little over a week since King Hob was gifted the cat person now staying in his private chambers. When Dream had been presented to him, Hob remembers feeling a mix of emotions- rage and sorrow and confusion and offense. The bovine kingdom did not trade in people. 

(Not anymore.)

He had wanted to refuse the ‘gift’ out of principle. But he had looked down at the wounded, far too thin creature in front of him and knew immediately that he could not let him go back with his captors. So he had accepted the offering with the minimal amount of politeness to not start a war. He had beckoned the cat to him, and learned that his name was Dream, and that he was too weak to make it up the stairs to Hob’s room. His body was withered and wasted, starved and neglected, even a short walk leaving him panting and shaking. Hob had waved the guards away and lifted him up into his own arms to carry him the rest of the way.

Dream had trembled against him, no matter how Hob tried to reassure him. Part of him still wonders if it was a mistake to bring the poor man into Hob’s own chambers, to lay him on his own soft bed when his fears were so obvious. But Hob could not bear the thought of leaving him alone and scared in some strange room in the palace. In truth, he wanted desperately to care for him himself. Some part of his heart had been given to the cat the moment Hob saw him, and he was determined to see him healed. 

The first night was hard, and Dream continued shivering even as he drank from Hob’s chest, falling into a fitful sleep in Hob’s bed after being tugged away guiltily to ensure he didn’t make himself sick drinking too much too fast. In the days since, Hob has left him in his room as he went about his business throughout the day, returning to check on him and feed him, and always finding him in the exact spot on the bed where he left him. Until today.

It had been raining for much of the week, but today the sun was streaming through the open windows, the light falling vibrantly across the floor in the center of the bedroom. Dream was crouched at the edge of the thick rug placed beneath the bed, reaching one long arm out to dip just the very tips of his fingers into the light, his face full of equal parts longing and trepidation. 

It is a look Hob remembers on his own face when he was a young calf, sneaking into his mother’s study and standing on the tips of his hooves to admire her golden collar and bell. He would tap it, giggling at the heavy chime, feeling mischievous as he imagined a day in the future when the beautiful adornment would be passed on to him. He also recalls getting caught, his mother admonishing him sternly yet fondly, and the way he never once felt fear of her.

He put his grimly little child’s hands all over literal gold, and he never felt anywhere near the blatant terror he sees now on Dream’s face at being caught reaching for a sunbeam.

“I apologize, my lord,” Dream scrambled frantically back onto the bed, folding his limbs to kneel and forcing his hands to release his robe, laying them in his lap meekly. It broke Hob’s heart every time, the way he so clearly wanted to hold the robe closed around his body and just as clearly expected it to be torn away from him.

He had been given to Hob naked.

The robe he wore now was meant for a calf, too short and too wide and still the best fit they could find for the cat until the tailors finished the custom robe they were working on. Dream had been near tears when he was presented with something to cover himself, bowing his head and offering anything and everything of himself in thanks. So grateful. All for a robe that didn’t even fit.

Hob approached the bed slowly, smiling gently even when he wanted to cry for the poor creature, “You’ve done nothing wrong, sweetheart.”

Dream shivered, keeping his gaze downcast, “I should not have moved without your permission, master.” 

Hob flinched at the title. As king he was accustomed to being referred to as lord and sire and majesty- it was only appropriate, and he did expect to be given the respect due his station. But he was no one’s master.

Right now though, he had to choose his battles. “You are free to move about the room, Dream,” it was true that Dream clearly needed rest, but his heart ached to think of Dream sitting stiffly wherever Hob ‘put him’. He turned and gestured at the sunlit spot, “You may even move some of the pillows or blankets from the bed, should you wish to lay in the sun.”

Dream looks horrified at the very idea, ears pinned back in fear, “I would never, sire,” his voice nearly pleading for Hob to believe him, as though he is being tested.

Hob feels his own ears droop, before straightening with resolve. He keeps his motions clear, walking to the bed to gather an armful of pillows. Dream keeps his head down, but his eyes follow Hob’s movements as he begins arranging the pillows on the floor where the sunlight is hitting. He adds a few blankets to the pile too, until he has a little nest in the middle of the room, soft and sunlit. 

Dream still hasn’t moved.

“Come here, Love,” Hob keeps his voice soft and soothing, but Dream still tenses when Hob scoops him up into his arms easily, so frighteningly light, “You must be hungry. Breakfast feels like ages ago.”

As much as Hob wishes he could sustain Dream with his milk alone, they had begun introducing some light foods- small morsels of fish, and select vegetables that the royal librarian deemed safe for cat people- into his breakfast and dinner. In between though, Hob fed him himself. Hob was used to being responsible for an entire kingdom, to making decisions that were far and long lasting and praying that he might make his country even a little bit better each day. And he was proud of his position, he would not trade it for anything. But there was something so special about being able to hold this one person in his arms and see the good he was doing. 

It still took some encouragement. As he settles into the nest, leaning back against the pillows and facing the window so that Dream can sit in his lap in the direct sunlight, Dream is still tense and trembling. Hob shushes him gently, slipping his shirt over his head before placing one hand at the back of Dream’s head to guide him to his chest. He remembers how confused Dream had been the first night when Hob had fed him, opening his mouth wide like he might for a different part of Hob’s body, unsure of what was expected of him. He had allowed himself to be maneuvered without any resistance until Hob was finally able to get a few drops of milk onto his tongue. He had watched as Dream’s eyes had widened, pupils dilating as he licked his lips in something like disbelief. 

After that it was a little easier. He is still nervous and hesitant, but Hob is able to press his mouth to his nipple and say, “Drink,” softly, more of a request than an order even if Dream does not yet recognize it as such. Hob shivers at the sensation as Dream begins to suckle, biting his lip to hold back a groan. He turns his gaze up to the ceiling, trying to distract himself from the sensation. Dream shifts in his lap and Hob has to mentally recite every trade detail he’d been given at his morning meeting in order to restrain himself from moving his hips.

The first night, Dream had looked so resigned when he finally noticed the hard prick in the lap he was sitting on. Hob had just pushed him back, not wanting him to throw up what was most likely the first substantial meal he’d had in who knows how long. He had looked so sorrowful, gazing longingly at Hob’s chest, and then he leaned back and gasped, Hob’s cock hard and hot against his hip. 

He had seemed to wilt, any relaxation Hob had coaxed from feeding him vanished, and he spoke like he was reciting a script, “How shall I repay you, master?”

Hob had felt his blood run cold at the title, “There is nothing to repay, sweet one,” he promised, his smile more of a grimace. Dream had stared at him in blatant disbelief, and as much as Hob wanted to keep holding him, he knew his body’s response was not helping the situation. So he had moved Dream off his lap, tucked him under the bed covers to sleep off his meal, and then gone and taken a long bath to take care of the problem.

It is a routine he has kept ever since. Dream no longer asks what Hob wants in return, though he still looks at him expectantly, and Hob smiles and pets him and then excuses himself to the bath to spend as much time as he needs pleasuring himself. And if he spends that time imagining the soft pads of Dream’s hands, or his sandpaper tongue, or the few glimpses he’s gotten of Dream’s enticingly barbed cock, well, no one needs to know.

Glancing back down at the cat in his arms, Hob is drawn now to Dream’s ears. His own are soft, yes, but they are also thick and sturdy. Dream’s are so thin. Even with the blackness of his fur, the sun seems to shine through at the very tips, a soft glowing pink with little veins just barely visible. Almost without thinking, Hob moves the hand on the back of Dream’s head to lightly grip one ear between his fingers.

Unsurprisingly, Dream startles, a frightened chirp escaping him as he releases Hob’s teat. 

“Shhh,” Hob soothes, nudging Dream back towards his nipple, “It’s alright, you can have some more.” He has to be careful not to let Dream make himself sick, he had been warned by the palace physician what to look out for, but they were nowhere near that point yet. Dream shyly begins suckling again, eyes glancing up at Hob through his eyelashes for approval. “Good boy,” Hob praises, and Dream’s eyes flutter shut, relaxing minutely.

In his hand, he runs his thumb across Dream’s ear. So soft, so delicate and paper thin. He feels a strange compulsion to put it in his mouth. Not to bite, like he did with his playmates growing up- Dream feels too frail for that sort of roughhousing, and Hob does not ever want to hurt him. 

No, he wants to hold his silky ear in his mouth like a delicacy, wants to lick and suck at it as gently as Dream does to his teat until the gossamer fur is wet and warm from his tongue.

For now, he settles for simply rubbing the skin between his fingers, stroking the velvet softness in a feeble attempt to distract himself from his own lust. Eventually, too soon for his or Dream’s liking but in accordance with the doctor, Hob must gently push Dream away, his chest feeling emptier and yet still too full. All he wants is to feed Dream until he is fully sated. It hurts that, for now, he cannot.

Dream has become more accustomed to the routine, and so his whimper is nearly inaudible when leans back in Hob’s lap. Hob can feel the way his ears go from lax contentment to physically pressed down, tense and flat against his head. Or trying to be, at least, in the case of the ear still in Hob’s hand. 

“I’m sorry,” Hob coos, “I know you want more, just have to wait a couple hours, Love.”

“You have been more than generous, master,” Dream replied shakily, and Hob suddenly realizes that he does not want to run away to sequester himself in the baths. 

At the moment, his body is not betraying him, at least not so much that his robes do not hide it. And so he shushes Dream again and turns him in his lap, easy as a doll, until they are both facing the window. He nestles Dream between his thighs, bracketing him between thick, warm fur and tugging him to lean back against the softness of his belly. He feels Dream’s breath hitch as he brings his free hand around to rest softly on the subtle swell of his stomach. 

“Relax,” Hob whispered, one hand on his ear while the other rubbed his stomach soothingly, helping encourage his starved body to digest the meal it’s been given, “Just relax.”

As he strokes Dream’s trembling belly and pets his ear, Hob cannot help but tilt his face into the sun. He thinks perhaps he has taken this warmth and light for granted. How many times has he awoken and scowled at the light streaming across his bed? How often has he walked past these sunbeams, stepped across the warm fibers of his extravagant rug, and not even spared them a glance? Now, feeling his body warm- feeling Dream’s body warm- in the glowing light, he feels a pang of regret that he has not appreciated this simple pleasure before.

Well, he is appreciating it now. He smiles to himself as he feels Dream slowly relax under his ministrations, body melting back against him and sinking into Hob’s abundant, pillowy flesh. Hob thinks that if he could, he would keep Dream here, surrounded by his body, soft and warm, forever. 

Maybe he can’t hold him forever, but he can hold him now. And maybe it is too soon to mouth at Dream’s silky ears and press his tongue to them like a salt lick, but he allows himself to press a fleeting kiss to the one in his hand. 

Dream doesn’t flinch. And that is more than enough for now.

[camelidae]

Reminder that I have got a Kickstarter going right now for my illustrated novel, The Grandest Tales of Clementine - ends July 31st! If you enjoy my work, this is a great way to support it! 

Here are a few things you might like about the book:

1. It is a very Kind and Nice story.

2. But there’s definitely some peril!

3. It has a happy ending~

4. It features many ungulates (all of whom are, in their way, also very kind and nice and deserving of their happy ending – though, you know, some of them are just a /little bit/ full of themselves and a touch catty and are not, perhaps, as happy in the end as they might have been for that very reason, but I think that’s their own fault, really.)

5. It has a possum monster!

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

Agatha Harkness I know you’re the one who started the Great Chicago Fire

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Just thinking abt farm hand reader taking a nap on some hay bc you have a break between what you need to be doing but big daddy n Mrs bene finding you passed out. Mrs bene moves you so you're laying on her chest or round belly while big daddy scares off anyone who wants to come snuggle the sleepy human. His cock stirring at the sight of his mates laying together, imagines how you'd look stuffed with his cum and being smothered by his wife's tits...... tehe

🐮the other farmhands were terrified of trying to save you, the big bad bull guarding you didn't help the situation. Whenever one tried getting close he'd stomp and charge at them, sending them running over the fence

🐮the owners were no help, saying you'd be fine and safe but that didn't quell your colleagues worries. Mr's bené was softly Patting your head, humming a little lullaby

🐮earlier that day, you decided to take a nap under a tree and when the couple found you, they couldn't pass this opportunity up! Bené slowly picked you up and set you on her lap, combing her hands through your hair and kissing the top of your head

🐮she had to shoo big daddy away multiple times, she recognized that look in his eyes. She didn't want him to bruise your poor body, he could get very rough. And considering the fact he was pretty big "down there".. plus he hasn't showered all day. He stinks.

🐮 bené may or may not have tried coercing your sleeping form to suckle on her tits but somehow you'd always dodge her attempts.? It's like you developed a reflex for when the hybrids try anything

🐮so after a nice a nap, you wake up to see Mrs bené and the girls cooing over you, while big daddy and johnny were busy trying to hold the dog hybrids off. Brutus bit johnny in the ass, the latter punching him in the face. It's gonna be a long day..

[skunkes]

can't fool him

[brynn-lear]

"Hmm? Oh, I'm just the milkman. Nothin' more. Won't you let me in, my doorman?"