The female grazes slowly in a field of green, not noticing your hurried gallop to join her side. The Jersey is intent on eating the
sweetest clovers at her hooves. Eating at the very field that changed her so long ago, feeling their magical intoxicating effect. So
lulled by grazing the herbs to feel the presence a quickly preparing mate standing behind her.
Her nostrils finally begin to notice you. Your Nervous sweating causes a taurine smell to make it through the haze, as a thought
crosses her mind. She turns her great neck back, as best she can, to the direction of the musk.
"A new mate is near!"
Suddenly you find control of polite decency slipping to raw instinct. You try to stop but soon find your nose before her native
regions, rooting and sniffing.
Seeming to not worry about her impression she gaits around to your hind area and also drinks in your scent.
Her mind fills with images of calves and suckling young. Of letting the only male found for days mount and give her children. An
image of a woman's life, once so boringly different from this, disappears with another sniff of your organ.
With your new senses you can smell her glands swell and bovine labia moisten with pheromones to entice any bull to frenzy. A
feminin tail raises and rear legs brace for what you feel will take her to highs the flowers couldn't hope to reach. Your eyes
boggle at the
view. She is so quick to let you advance! Your human psyche cant help but laugh at the animals ability to get to the gist of a
relationship.
You advance shakily forward.
What do you think you are doing! You mind screams at the thought of what your preparing for. You're not an animal...your not
an...not an....animal! This mental rebellion is trampled as easily as the meadow where your mind gives in to bullish libido.
Hooves beat the earth trying to find balance as the forelegs leave the earth. You rest your weight upon her brown back as she
begins to loal in wanton desire. You enter her bovine furnace with animals power and begin to pound without control. You drive
her forward, but are sure not to let the mate you claim move to far away. The onslaught slowly makes her tighten around
your shaft showing she's not willing to let you get away either.
Soon you feel her twitching rump muscles and hear her gasping muzzle. Signs that show her orgasm ripple through her like an a
still pond disturbed in a sudden summer storm. It is not long before your own driving, building desires are released in a stream of
seed. You press into her letting yourself pass on what nature made it so intensely pleasurable to do.
She closes her large eyes and arches her neck around. While your exhausted body begins to slowly slip off, she licks your nose
with a long blue
tongue.
You do the same to her. The sign of affection that shows human intelligence still resides within your horned form. A natural bull
would have gone on to his own, leaving his former mate in favor of other conquests.
You feel the need to let her know you care, somehow knowing that she was also the victim of this field.
Seeing her nip at the greens below her hooves again, you think the flowers you saw before would make a nice love offering.
Clopping toward the wildflowers at the edge of the field you feel strange as you near the edge. A pulling feel begins to draw you
deep into the tall grass and flowers. As you realize that turning back to the field is not in you control, you begin to moo and cry
in protest.
The controlling compulsion disappears a you step onto a small dirt path, well away from the coveted field. Turning back you
bump your head against a fence you sure wasn't there before. More tricks! try as you might the fence is unscalable to a clumsy
bull.
you panic finding that your new animal senses are no longer able to smell your heifer mate. Desperately your nostrils flare, trying
to get another comforting breath of her, to know shes there. The bull nose is assaulted by other smells coming from the right and
the left of the path. Soon you shake your head at a acidic and sweet smell. To the left is the smell of cotton candy?...the right
pine trees? Wanting desperately to return to the cow you follow the fence, trotting toward a scent.