“How does one keep score?”
Listening to what likely would be the sad epitaph of one so young and so much full of bull, the first thought is to kiss ass of that sex-loving fairy. The thought has merit until comes the reality that you are not in verbal contact to apologize, let alone the fact your then bovine lips cannot make a kiss.
Listening to these country hicks, their lingo is enough to drive a fellow or bull to self-destruction… Their plan to geld is horrific enough, gives shivering chills down along a long spine. The quest remains at hand, the doing of and assured impregnation of a thousand cows; a near impossible feat for maybe three months, but in three days or maybe three weeks, that is a lot of day-night humping.
Luckily and until the day of meeting the sex fairy, the ingestion of vitamin pills to fortify the hormones and assure peak virility has help with being as is a sire bull. After what few horny cows were humped and seemingly satisfied, the sensation of surging, spewing semen into them offered a sense of extreme healthy big balls hung back, down, low, and swung heftily from hock to hock.
Keeping it straight, a viable thought, and totaling the count of cows done and satisfied, the later a difficult thing to know for sure, as the first cow require four separate humping sessions before she ambled away acting as if full to the brim.
Counting, the remembered song of 99 cans of beer on the wall might suffice, but one needs to remember on which round was that last cow. Anxious for every moment left to try to satisfy that bitch of a fairy and her spellbinding curse, the race begins, as another cow presents her body for receiving servicing.
Day 2 or is it three, telling of time beyond day or night seems as vague idea to the half-witted brain of a bull. Near to impossible, but the count of happy cows is a progression! If unable to tell time and fumbling the remembered numbers of cows humped, the only way to tell the goal is increasingly coming closer is by the worn dick, it getting a callous on its end. Those cows must be about a tough and rough like the sex of that fairy, but cows in general have rough and weathered tough vaginal openings; they be old cows out in the pasture!
Weary is the body, legs, groin from this rampant need to mount, hump, thrust thrice and give, give, and give…!
Tired, but the nose still works, and as acrid as is this herd from the greens they devour, there is a wafting scent of more cows beyond the fence and hill. If only to find a way around, under, or through the fence, and leaving there where they plan to castrate a constantly hard, hard working bull, the added numbers over the hill give heart to meeting the require goal.
Oops, there is one that got missed, and she eyes at her sire with longing and a whipping tail…!
297 and counting, as this sweet heifer adds one more, the far off herd remains a fond hope.