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Commission: Remy’s Journal 

Content warning. Non to Dubcon, Cow TF, male reader, Remy is a cockslut and a liar even in his own diary. Based somewhat on this QKS. This was a kofi commission for @letstalktea! Thank you so much!

There was an in-joke around the estate that had become a universal law. Remy’s Journal was the one book in the entire town that was filled with the most detailed truth known to man or beast. Every new bull, every new cow, their measurements were taken and written down. How much milk they produced. How fat their tits were, how hefty their cock was. Everything down to each freckle, mole or scar. Wren always joked that you could play Guess Who with it and would win each time, just from how detailed it all was. 

Remy found all the whispers about his beloved notebook quite… Humorous. It earned a small, upwards flick of his lips but that was it. It was indeed the truth, that his written word was nothing but the truth. 

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Entry 147.

The newest bull is very well endowed, with genitals that show great promise to provide cream. Sadly, the reason we have no samples in the cylinders that we send out to samplers to taste and rate, was because he was simply too worried to perform in front of me, but since it’s his first week, we’re instead going to give him time to become accustomed to his new life before seeing how much we can sample with the untrained bull. 

“You’re quite a pretty thing for a bull, aren’t you?” Remy murmured, low and throaty, excitement barely hidden in his voice. 

You could only moo, your thighs shaking in the strange contraption he had trapped you in. Your human brain could faintly remember when your class went on a field trip to a farm and you lagged behind to watch a poor cow-girl be trapped in a weird insemination cage and this… Big, hung guy walked behind her and started to press into her. You were quickly yanked away, but no one was here to save your poor eyes… Or your poor body now. 

His gloved hand was…. Was molesting you. The moment he saw you, there was some weird hunger in his eyes, something you saw from old perverts on the bus and one of your teachers, even your friend, but you were trapped. Trapped and transformed with a tail and ears and… And that monstrous thing between your legs, your cock having swelled to such a huge degree that it didn’t feel real, seeing it brushing your thighs. 

Remy was just slowly stroking it, staring as precum beaded at the slit, only tearing his eyes away to close them and to press his face into your balls, deeply inhaling your musk. It felt wrong, so fucking wrong. You had only masturbated from time to time, and now there was this… This pervert, sniffing your fucking cock while his own was tented against his riding trousers. 

The cylinders Remy had brought into the private section of the barn were abandoned on the table, the chart left askew and forgotten about. 

You’re only human. You do cum eventually… Which he greedily drinks down, his throat bobbing as he stuffs your cock down his throat, moaning softly into your skin. The wet sound of your swollen erection lodged in his mouth was making you moo pitifully, to which he just petted you, breathing over your neck, the smell of cum dizzying as his lips pressed against your ear. 

“You’re going to be my fucking star.” 

Entry 166

Bull 55 is still quite shy, despite all the time spent in the barn and all the personalised help I’ve been attempting to give him. He doesn’t seem comfortable with mounting the dummy, but has begun to favour human touch to milk him. Results of the amounts may be tarnished due to the Bull’s movements while orgasming. 

“C’mon,” Remy whispered against your ear, as you mooed pitifully, his finger squishing your balls tightly, fondling them like gems. “Fuck it slow, and steady.” 

He watches you uselessly hump the translucent dummy, precum dribbling as your cock was being squeezed tightly, almost strangled by the false “pussy”. You fucked awkwardly, like a virgin, something that made Remy’s stomach flip with excitement, eyes fixated on your poor throbbing balls before flitting to the sight of your stuck erection. The fat  of your hefty cock was practically tearing at the fleshlight, the seam beginning to split, spilling over the plastic. Remy could feel drool pooling on his tongue at the sight. 

Fuck, you were magnificent. 

“You’re going to be perfect for breeding and milking soon. Look at that.” Even with his admiring tone, he began to scowl at the thought of letting you mount just any cow in his barn. 

With a sigh at the irritating thought, he opened the valve in the stomach of the dummy, letting the precum that’s pooled safely inside of it, drip out into the cylinder he finally remembered to use. He was supposed to put it safely to the side but became transfixed by the sight of the mixture of precum and thick, warm cum inside of it. 

Almost hypnotised, he dipped his gloved fingers into it, swirling it around before tucking it into his mouth, sighing with satisfaction at the taste. Before he knew it, he had drunk down most of it, dragging his tongue over the cum painting his upper lip. Entry 176

I’m beginning to have doubts about how well Bull 55 will take to breeding. Extremely shy and seems to shy away from any cows. We might just have to keep him for milking but it’s such a shame that he can’t breed like he was meant to. It’s a wasted opportunity. 

“Fuck.” Remy moaned, loud enough for some of the other cows to twitch in their sleep and moo softly. 

He crammed his own fingers into his mouth, trying to muffle his sounds as he drools uselessly. Your cock was just… So good. Such a pent up bull, now desperately trying to fuck into his barely loosened ass. Your fat balls were smacking against his ass as you mooed helplessly, eyes rolled back as your cock was finally snug and tight in such a warm body. 

Remy has been edging you for days now, and watched you desperately nose at the thighs of some of the really pretty, soft, fluffy cow-girls who mooed eagerly and gave the all clear for you to mount, before you were roughly pulled off. 

All of the “breeding” sessions Remy had booked with you, just had the poor cow-girl trapped in one of the side pens as he played with your cock endlessly, sucking at your fat balls, licking at the beading precum, rubbing the shaft against his cheek so he could breath your musk in deeply. He refused to let you cum. Let you cry out and kick your feet in frustration as he let go of your cock and watched you attempt to buck your hips, with a whine. 

It was torture. The way the cow-girl obviously wanted to be mounted by you, pushing her nose against the gate of her penn, but Remy had become possessive over you. No one was allowed to touch you, even if you needed it. No one but him. 

It was utterly worth it. 

The way you rutted and rubbed against his ass the moment he got on his hands and knees, urging for you to be a good bull, a good bull who should finally get a taste of a hole. His wonderful virgin bull, after being trained to fuck sex doll and his hand, now ready to finally find bliss in your well earned orgasm. 

His knees ached as you rutted into your master, mooing wetly into his neck as Remy’s fucked open, exactly how he needs it. Fuck, he knew he was going to do this the moment he saw you. Pliable, hung bull, ready to be trained how to fucked until he can’t breath. He’s needed this for so long, and tasting your cum and letting you fuck his throat and hand has barely been tiding him over. 

Entry 200

Bull 55 has escaped, probably into the meadow, or into the moor. The men have searched along with the dogs but they have yet to find any trace of him. This is greatly disappointing, as well as poor timing, as Harper had come in the night before to hypnotise the bull into being able to mount and breed, since my reports have shown his wariness to do so. 

You were so fucking perfect, tucked into your little tartan blanket, fat cock dripping as Remy felt your cum dribble slowly from his fucked out hole. 

Remy had fully thrown out everything in his attic,which was connected to his master bedroom. He couldn’t take the chance of Harper succeeding in his mission to make you into a breeding bull. There would be no reason to keep you away from the cows then. So instead, you were only meant for his eyes, kept snug and warm in your little room. 

He gave a lazy smile, and leaned down to start slowly jacking your cock again, rousing you again from your nap. He was yet to feel fully sated, and he needs his favourite little bull boy to fix that.