“He is my bull. I will do what’s needed.”
“Good. Because, if you can’t, there is also the prison planet. Either way, we will have him docile and under control.”
“Yes, ambassador,” I grit out. “You’ve made that part abundantly clear.”
“Now then,” he continues. “We will allow for clothes, but nothing as graceful as the Icorian uniforms. If you want him unexposed to the elements, you will have to find something else for him to wear. The judges reserve the right to rescind this at any point. In doing so, he will have to resume the full function of a bull. Animal flesh is still forbidden. As an animal himself, he must consume the plants of the earth.”
With nothing further, he turns and exits the room, leaving me all alone. It’s something, at least. Any concession is a win in my mind. Thankfully, I can allow my bull to work as I intended without too many accessories making things difficult.
If he were a normal cow, it would make sense. To me, he’s more like a workhorse, a being bred for one thing and one thing only—hard labor. I still wish I didn’t have to shove anything up his anus.
I’ve never so much as even fondled an Icorian there. What will I do with a human? Suppose it hurts him.
Shaking my head, I force these thoughts from my mind.He’s a bull. Only a bull.
If only I could detach myself from him as I do with the other bovines. Unfortunately, the moment his cum touched mytongue, I found I’m far more smitten with him than I should be.Just a bull, I repeat to myself.Just a bull.
The only major conundrum is how in all of Icora will I make him clothes? I’m barely hanging onto the ranch as it is. I don’t have the time or extra credits to find something to swaddle him up in. All I can hope and pray is that I did not make a mistake in bidding on him.
At this point, however, only time will tell.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ETHAN
Cold sweat runs down my spine as the doctor looks me over. Every now and then, he looks at some weird screen and shakes his head. As if I were the cause for my current affliction. But then, am I not?
How many times have I simply taken whatever Jeffery handed to me just because it was him. Did I ever ask him what it was? No. I simply enjoyed the moments where I no longer had to think or feel. Now, I’m paying for that relief.
My lips move to form words, but one stern glance from the man reminds me I’m not allowed to talk.Just kneel there and look pretty. That’s a good model,and variations on the like swirl through my head.Just be quiet and do what we tell you.
How is it any different from Dad ordering me off the farm? All my life, I’ve been ordered around by everyone else and never had a chance to do what I wanted. Even now, as I dig my fingers into the soft dirt and hay beneath me, I long for those quiet moments on the farm where all I had to do was make sure the crops thrived.
It’s all I ever wanted. A simple life. One free from all responsibilities except to tend the earth and make it grow. I wasgood at that. I was damn good. Why am I here then? Why am I strung out like a junkie looking for their next fix instead of helping dad till the land?
Heat races in after the cold, making me shiver just a touch. The apparition beside me squints as he leans in. Blue. Why blue? Why are these visions fucking blue?
A soft sound catches my ear, bringing my gaze up to the woman striding in. She’s still a sight to behold, a dream I never want to wake up from. Somehow, with her, I feel almost normal. But then, that’s just insanity.
Any minute now, I’m going to wake up and stare into the bright blue skies of Appalachia and find this was all just a weird nightmare. Obie probably slipped me some of his moonshine again. Dad will be furious to find me passed out while I’m supposed to be working.
Who knows what Mom will say. Probably just shake her head and give me that soft, pained smile like she always does. Shaking my head, I struggle to stand only to find my arms and legs refuse to move.
Why can’t I shake this? Why can’t I escape these nightmares?
The Mistress Rancher comes closer, her hands empty. Wasn’t she supposed to be bringing something with her? I know she left for a reason, but now, I can’t seem to bring it to memory.
My vision wavers as I kneel there, naked with sweat dripping down my body. I want to speak, but can’t. Nothing works. Not my eyes, not my ears, not my mouth. Nothing.
“I’ve got it from here,” she murmurs to the guy. “Please let Draagor know we will be heading to the transport shortly. I’m sure the other heifer will be needing additional support, so please ensure a Medical Rancher is on their way to my ranch.”
Once the guy leaves, she kneels down next to me and runs her cool fingers down my cheek. They feel like heaven. Her touchgives me clarity, even if it’s just for a moment or two. Things don’t feel nearly as bad when she’s touching me.
Unfortunately, she eases away and goes down to my cock. “I’m sorry, my precious bull,” she whispers, gliding her palm up and down my shaft. “I fought as hard as I could.”
She stops there and doesn’t clarify anything. There’s no addendum, no extra, nothing. Her lips are still as she fondles me, transferring that blessed coolness to my balls. But it does nothing for the growing ache pounding behind my eyes.
Soon, the rings are back in place, keeping my balls and shaft tight. Discomfort skitters down my spine and takes up residence in my gut. Everything clenches, including my cock. Already, my balls start to tighten again, even though I’ve just had a mind-blowing orgasm.
