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What had for me the bull Bison and a herd sire become a wonderland of brute and sensual a lifestyle, I did forget mostly that I was as a married man. As had Fatima schemed and caused me to wish what I wanted in fantasy, she taunted, directed, and made what I wanted to seem easy to gain.
Indeed, I had let myself be placated to forget my wife and the family, while given to my sexual urges, to living a lifestyle based on beastly lust. Sensuality, lust and the weird thought that animals were free from the domination of humans. What I failed to remember, or Fatima helped me to ignore, was that animals are but items of property, owned by people, and me becoming as then a bison bull meant my body and soul held a price.
Oddly enough, but what most any sane person who might catch a glimpse of the rump of a cow, seeing the dirty, dark, as leathery folds of a bovine’s vulva, would state about it as being vile and ugly. Although a bull and herd sire would if it had any intelligence specify to differ with having a bullish opinion, he would say that cow vulva was his favorite work of creation and art.
Maybe all of what had become for me as my real realm of delights, Fatima made this brute existence relate to me as a fun fling of horny fantasy. As well it is, but with a brutal demanding of me the bull to dominate or be dominated by people or other cattle. I fought with two other bulls during my first seven years as a herd sire, and won the day, as well the cow herd.
To then when gifted a time of residing in a barn, a building with four walls and a roof, I began recalling the sense of comfort afforded by such as is the barn. My then farmer and owner gifted me to reside at night in a box stall, made big enough to wander, turn, or if let in with me I had room enough to mate there a cow. It was from my meeting a bison cow given to me to mate for a night, that I met Sally, she a person of interest, someone who dared act aggressive toward Fatima and her partner, the farm owner.
“Greeting there Bull, this young bison cow has the name of Sally, as Fatima prepared her to meet and be bred by you, you can talk to her, she as yet can understand what is said!” The farm owner announced, as slapped Sally on her rump to effectively drive her inside my stall. A cocked bison bull head was enough of a questioning pose for the farm owner to give me additional information about Sally and her being a bison cow.
“Know this my horny herd sire, your cow there was born human but became a taunt to Fatima. Your Genie saw fit to gift to her former master one of his own breed, a young cow, a still rational thinking female. Sally, and yourself shall remain permanently as animals, she being a cow and nicely lusty about her ideals. She is elated now that she became a cow, and being like you, a bison, and she sees in you her sexual fantasy dream as having come true.
Fatima questioned Sally during her time of changing species, and learned of a young college age woman wanting to feel her vagina as stuffed full, stretched tight, aroused by mating with well endowed men and or then turned to dogs, ponies, and donkeys. Her morals are loose, but her vulva and vagina remain tight, she heard about you and begged Fatima to let her become another for you to mate.
Myself, the idea as want to give up all a person has to become as a beast, an animal, and she a cow or you a herd bull, the thought of living a life as would an animal, defies any rational reality.
Written by Adobefats
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