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If You Please

I was having fun, the thrill of dominating was to me my perfect lifestyle, but with it happened by chance the conversation of the farm manager and the owner.

"He is doing well," said the elderly man, he I was sure was the owner of the farm.

"Well enough, but for how long his semen count will stay at the heightened levels we tested, that seems dubious. He is a willing breeder for a bison bull. The cows tend to relate to him as the dominate male, and his technique of mating is at a slow but not brutal style.

I would swear on a bible that at various times that bison bull was thinking, scheming a plan, and when he stood mounted high over some cows, I could swear too he was smiling.

Do you plan for him to continue for twenty-four months of him residing here before he is sold at auction? Seems silly to kill such a tame breeder as is he, but you are the boss!" The farm manager said to his boss.

That tidbit of new had the bison bull wishing for his Genie to come and check on his fun frolicking fantasy. So naturally when Fatima did come checking, the plan was to wish for becoming human again.

"You arrived in the nick of time, I need to get back to being human, and soon!' I told Fatima.

"Why," she asked, as if she planned for me to remain a bison bull for a while longer.

"My life is in danger," I replied, as to hear then Fatima laugh.

"What, here, I think not, as what I overheard, the owner plans to auction you at the county fair for lease to other farms as a herd sire." Fatima replied, as she was one genie that did not like wasting her time changing what did not need changing.

"True, he plans to auction me at the fair, but for slaughter, and not another year of breeding cows!"

"You like breeding with cows, I saw you sniffing one last month, and your bullish cock looked aroused as ready to mate. If you wish, I might change your species to a different breed of bull. As demean your bulk to being a yearlng bull, as say a Hereford, or Angus, a Shorthorn, or Santa-Gertrudis?

Those breeds of bulls usually remain as her sires until they are four to six years of age before then auctioned. Consider that, of you being then a bull breeding for four years, as I wonder if by then you will want to be again human, or have me change your breed again.

My keeping you as is a bull animal is a might easier on me, and I suspect it is still fun for you; you liking the stench, the flies, and the oral testing of cows as to being ready to mate." A cruel Fatima said, and from what she suggested, your personal prefference was to remain a bull, a herd sire, and get your thrills from mounting and mating of cows.

"I will consider your next move, see you next week!" Fatima said, and with that she vanished in a poof of smoke.

Alone again, being a bison and bull, a herd sire, and wondering when the county fair might begin. You were never alone, as the farm manager kept allowing bred cows out of your corral, and as yet un-bred cows to wander in and meet you.

One worry that bothered you was the date and time, as if Fatima failed to arrive in time for saving you from sale and slaughter, you would need a plan of escape!


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