Mike's vision seem to blur a bit. Damn, Chad was hot. Wait, he liked girls, not guys. Oh, right, Chad's not a guy any more, wait he's a cow. Well, part cow? Hm? What is that fragrance, it smells so good. Mike closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, ah, ecstasy. Oh, yeah, he was sweating now. His jeans were painfully tented. Gotta lose the jeans. He was thinking in the third person now. Weird, lose the jeans already. So he did. He was so hot, so horny, need privacy. He closed the door to the breeding room, and locked it.
"There honey, now we won't be disturbed," Mike said lustily. He was a prisoner of the moment, he couldn't think of anything but that hot piece of flesh waiting to be bred. He tried to unbutton his shirt, but couldn't think how to unbutton buttons, the animalistic drive that Chad's scent triggered was overwhelming.
"MOOO!" shouted Chad as he flayed helplessly off the ground.
"I'm coming honey, or I soon will be," drawled Mike. He ripped his own shirt off, the buttons flew everywhere. One hit one of Chad's udders, another hit his buttocks. They clattered on the floor. Naked Mike put his hands on Chad's broad cow hips and lifted himself up and on to Chad's back. The tail swatted his balls.
"So you like it rough, Chad?" Mike said as he rubbed his sore balls, and positioned his cock to enter the cowboy's snatch.
"MOOOOO!" shrieked Chad.
"I'll give you something to moo about!" Mike said as he eased his hard cock into the wet warm hole. It felt like wet velvet, it felt, oh, yeah. He began sliding it in and out, in and out, in, and in, and in. His cock seemed to be growing! Damn, it felt good.