Arnold, or Arny as he’d begrudgingly gone by for years, rechecked his notes for the upcoming presentation. A bigwig was going to be in today for a spot review of the facility and part of that included a review of his work in re-domesticating the troublesome bull Augy.
Augy had entered the facility as a captive from a breakaway herd out west. Since day one he’d been nothing but trouble. At the best of times he could be mildly cooperative, following orders that his slow bull brain managed to understand would get him something he wanted. The rest of the time, he was a lost cause.
Throughout his experiments, or more accurately described as trial and error, Arny had only found one trick to keep the troublesome wild bull placated. That being a constant supply of cows so that he may fuck himself into a post nut stupor. The primary problem? How the hell was he supposed to re-domesticate this bull if the only think keeping him from rampage was a constant stream of what should be rewards!
This assignment had been nothing but a white elephant from the beginning for Arny.
Eager to get this damn report finished, Arny used his newly authorized enhanced access to the corporate archives to create a comparison for how his work compared to previous attempts. After all, there had to be previous attempts for the company to have bulls in the first place. In doing so, he stumbled upon a shocking series of highly confidential reports…
Amanda Waller opened the door to her luxury rental car and was immediately hit with the southern humidity. Stepping out, she looked for her contact. A tall, overly built man started walking towards her form the building that could easily be mistake as a cookie cutter warehouse. Waller rolled her eyes at the fact that another of her subordinates couldn’t stop hitting the complimentary supply of Himbo Milk.
An intrusive thought filled her head. Perhaps she should have that supply cut off, or at least force employees to pay for it at cost. How much money would she save the company with such a policy change? She’d have to contact a been over in accounting when she got back to the head office.
The overly built man reached Waller and extended a hand. “Pleased to see you again Amanda. We’ve had the boys hard at work ramping up production, as ya ordered, since we proved the facility was stable.”
Waller took the extended hand and shook, annoyed at the brutes insistence of showing dominance though an overly firm handshake. “It’s good to see you again Rej. I’m pleased to hear your confidence at the stability of the facility but I don’t remember authorizing the move to the next phase.” She released his grip.
The color momentarily drained from Rej’s sun glowed face. “I don’t recall the plans or previous calls saying I needed your permission, Amanda. I am deeply sorry if we here missed…”
Waller cut him off. “It never was, but I, personally, consider it good form. Regardless, you met the appropriate milestones and continued forward to meet the company’s timetable. And, so long as you’ve truly met those goals, you’ve committed no error, Rej.” She turned away from her subordinate. Having demonstrated what the expectation was going forward but preserving the man’s ego, she was ready to begin this multi-day inspection. “Shall we proceed, Rej?”
Rej slightly bowed as he indicated the way towards the front entrance of the facility.
Waller immediately took control of the inspection from the site supervisor Rej. She wasn’t here for an ‘on rails’ demonstration that carefully covered up any weaknesses or failures that if left unaddressed would result in another “Ranch Incident,” as it was known by to insiders. While her memory of the facilities layout wasn’t as refined as the workers who roamed it’s halls everyday, she nonetheless walked towards the security office for the Bull Zone.
To her pleasant surprise, the guard operating the controls was not only attentive, but competent as well. He was able to ease her nagging concerns of bull containment and safety to such a degree that she could focus on the other issue that brought her all the way out here; the recently captured wild bull.
Arny paced the small viewing room adjoining the bull holding pen that contained his subject, Augy. Dread filled his small body as he anticipated his first encounter with the Vice President of Centralized Production, Amanda Waller.
She was a legend within the company and not someone to be trifled with. Rarely was a meeting with her considered a good thing for even her direct subordinates. Once such a meeting was set, there was no way out.
The door connecting the room to the hall opened and Rej stepped in moments before Waller herself.
She was shorter than Arny’d expected and less muscular. The image before him didn’t quite mesh with the legendary legacy he’d being told. Arny prepared his introduction but was ignored. Waller focused on the bull behind the multi-layered bullet proof glass.
“My dear Augustus, look what has happened to you.” Her attention was squarely on the bull as a he fucked wall mounted cow doll to pieces.
“I’m sorry?” Arny interrupted before he realized what he was doing.
Waller turned to him, “My apologies Arnold. I knew this bull back when he was a man, but that was long ago. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Arnold.” She extended her hand in greeting.
Arny dutifully returned the gesture. “The pleasure is mine, Ms. Waller.”
“Please, Amanda is fine.”
“Okay Amanda. I know you’re here to review my work with Augy. Or, uh, Augustus?” Waller nodded. “Right. Augy, Augustus, came to us several months ago as a previously domesticated bull who’d gone feral as a result of the, uh…” Arny waited for Waller’s permission. “The ranch incident. Upon initial examination he was physically fine outside of suffering from multiple STI’s. We were able to treat those and discovered some other differences with wild bulls. First…”
Waller raised a hand. “Arnold, I’m not here to have your previous reports repeated to me, I’m well aware. How has the redomestication process gone?”
“Well…” It was the topic Arny wanted to avoid most. “To be honest… Not as well as we’d hoped.” Arny waited for Waller’s response but was forced to continue when he received none. “We’ve managed to keep Augy contained here and can successfully use him to breed cows, for increased milk production!” he added on quickly. “But…”
“But?”
“But he still hasn’t been domesticated. All we can do is keep him satiated or drugged. Heavily armed guards are required every time we move him or enter a room with him. Cows that come in direct contact temporarily go mad wanting to remain in his, or at least his cock’s, company. Plus the smell hasn’t decreased at all.”
“Understood.”
Arny was taken aback by the calm response.
“You need more time. That can’t be helped. As a company we’re used to working with domesticated bulls and this is new territory for us. Delays can’t be helped.”
Arny bundled his courage. “About that Ms.-Amanda. I found this series of reports from the companies originating days.”
Waller looked at Arny. The calm, collected face she normally held melted away. “Go on.”
Arny handed her a stack of papers from his clipboard. “They were in a very high security clearance. They describe the initial attempts at domesticating cows and bulls.”
Waller scanned the documents. Without breaking her gaze she spoke. “Rej, show me to my accommodations. Now.” before turning and leaving the room, forgetting to give Arny her farewell.
Rich lazily glanced between the screens lining the wall, each containing nine live cameras of various parts of the complex. With a sigh, Rich returned to the exercise magazine he was reading as the buzz of electronics hummed all around him. While he was bigger than all of the men featured, both in height and mass, he always enjoyed seeing what new tactic the shrimps of the world used to attempt to reach his godlike size. The fact that he had an endless supply of top quality, fresh himbo milk never crossed his mind.
Movement caught Rich’s attention. Effortlessly, his eyes fixed themselves onto one of the tiny video feeds. ‘Just a guard.’
At this advanced hour, little happened in the plant. A couple of goons walked the pipe infested processing room that never rested to keep up with the constantly advancing demands. Several guards, when not off enjoying a roach, jerking to some nasty “adult materials”, or sneaking a nap on the clock, patrolled the empty sterile halls.
Rich’s job was largely pointless.
The primary terminal in front of him started flashing a small warning message over the facilitie’s blueprint. One of the doors, normally white, was now red. Reading the message, Rich saw that the door sensor on one of the cow doors was registering as open.
Procedure dictated a prompt call to the nearest guard to investigate and report back. If it was nothing more than a damaged sensor, it could wait until morning. A faulty lock required calling maintenance in. A revolt required complete mobilization of all personnel.
Rich checked his watch and rolled his eyes. 6:17AM. Calling it in would be pointless. Best case scenario, he could convince a guard on the opposite side of the facility to check it out. But why bother? Next shift will be in at ‘45, let them worry about it. Rich turned his chair and returned to his magazine, ready to ignore the problem until it was someone else’s.
Waller finished another cup of coffee as she lit the next cigarette. The pack was supposed to last the entire trip, but that was irreverent right now. The emergency board meeting was in several hours and she’d just spent the night pouring over the documents that young doctor was kind enough to give her without realizing she lacked to security clearance to view them.
She’d memorized the shocking contents but needed more. Checking her watch she sighed in relief. Arnold should be at the facility soon. If not, she’d call him in.
Getting up and moving towards the door, she planned out her next steps. First, find out how Arnold got a hold of such documents.
She opened the door to discover Arnold standing there. The moment of shock passed quickly and Waller composed herself. “Good morning, Arnold. I was just about to come find you.”
“I live on site Ms.-Amanda and I had some questions about those documents.”
“Your questions can wait, for now I need more information from y…”
Waller was cut off by a loud siren and flashing red strobe lights. Arny jumped at the sudden noise as Waller fell into crisis control mode. “Was there a test scheduled for this morning?”
“Uh, no.”
Waller kicked off her heals and started to run. “Follow me!”
Arny blinked for a moment then did as he was told.
“I need three teams in Cow Zone 3, section 9, hallway B, NOW!” Rich yelled into the radio as the door to the security office door opened. In stepped the lanky doctor Arny, the facility supervisor Reg, and a woman he didn’t know. “Now aint the time for tours, Rej!”
Waller responded before Rej could answer. “Tell me what’s going on. I’m your boss’ boss, VP Waller.”
The name drop had the desired affect and Rich explained the situation. “Some cows managed to break the lock on their pen overnight. They just broke into the hallway and disabled the lock on another pen. I’ve got 3 teams loaded with tazors, batons, and tranq guns on the way.” Just as he finished describing, the first team came into view on the camera. They were just around the corner from the uncontained cows.
Rej piped up, hoping to salvage his reputation and career. “See, Amanda, we have everything under control. Our guards will get the cows back in locking pens and maintenance will fix those doors before breakfast! This is not a ranch incident, Amanda.”
The first group of guards rounded the corner and spotted the cows. One cow pointed and two others charged. The charging cows rammed into the four guards, pining them against the newly dented wall, side by side. The first cow came up behind the two still pinning the guards and thrust his fingers into their holes. He produced gyrating thrusts as the recipient cows became visibly pleasured.
Milk began leaking from their droopy chests and the pinned guards were forced to drink. The guards muscles began to swell, limbs stretch as the milk filled their guts. Resistance faded as the guards armor snapped before the growing size. Finally, the cows moo of carnal pleasure echoed the halls.
“Not yet, Rej. But it’s trying to be.” Waller returned to crisis control mode. “Rej, man the controls. You,” she pointed to the guard, “follow me. Arnold with me.” She grabbed a radio and ran out the door, two men in tow.
Augy pressed against the locked door to his pen, trying to see anything through the small window. The flashing lights through the window had initially got his attention but the stream of people running past made Augy need to know what was going on.
Finally, a body came into view and stayed there. It was a team of fucking guards! The same jackasses who just yesterday tazed and tranqued him for demanding his bull right to cow puss! Augy raged at their sight as they pulled their weapons. Eagerly he awaiting another confrontation with them
The tazors fired, but they weren’t pointed at Augy. They were pointed down the hall. Suddenly, 2 bulls rushed them, pinning their bodies. Augy saw as one flipped a guard around and punctured though the armored ass with his cock.
The rage in Augy only grew. He was the bull’s bull. Augy, the high bruh, was trapped helpless while these no name pampered farm bulls got conquest!
A chime filled the room, the one that told Augy to prepare for the door to open. He stepped back as it slid into the wall. Augy was ready to rampage when…
“Augy!” a cow jumped though the door and wrapped his arms around Augy’s shoulders, hugging him.
“D-Danny?” Augy was confused, at least more than usual, as to what was going on. Danny was the first piece of cow puss, surprisingly good cow puss at that, that Augy had fucked since being brought to this farm.
Several other cows that Augy had fucked previously rushed in and joined Danny, encompassing Augy in a group hug.
“W-whats goin’ on, bruhs?”
“We came to see ya’ and, uh, be your cows, brah!” Danny spoke for the others as they nodded in agreement. “Some of the lame bulls, uh, heard how good you were, brah, and wanted to follow the, uh, bull’s bull!”
A bull stuck his head through the door. “Cows, we gotta, uh, go!”
“Right!” Danny turned to Augy. “Please lead us, uh…”
“Head bruh.” Danny nodded at Augy’s title. “Follow me, bruhs!” Augy broke free from the group hug and rushed out into the hallway.
Waller rounded another corner with her team in tow. Arny was shockingly keeping up while the meathead, Ron? Rick? Rich? Irrelevant, followed orders as he should. This hallway was clear but they were near the exterior wall and the Bull Zone. Danger could arise at any moment.
Another turn and they spotted the mob of himbos. Behind her was an emergency exit they were required to have.
At the front of the mob was none other than Augy. The masculine and testosterone fueled musk could be smelled at 15 yards that separated them. Waller was about to bark an order when a detail caught her attention.
Many of the massed himbos were wearing the tattered remains of guard uniforms. It was a fact that Waller knew from the reports and security footage she’s watched clicked different now that it was in person. The calm, collected crisis control persona that got her though many challenges wavered.
“Augustus, don’t do this. This isn’t you.” But Augustus was long gone, not even a distant memory at this point. What stood before her was the wild bull Augy.
Augy barked out an order incoherent to Waller and a cow charged. The cow knocked Waller and Arny off their feet and twisted to pin Rich to the wall. Before Waller could get to her feet, Augy had closed the distance and thrust his hard cock into the cow.
He thrust as the unrefined, unprocessed himbo milk pooled at the cows teat before being thrust into Rich’s open mouth as he gasped for air. Waller could see the natural instinct to swallow to prevent choking kick in as Rich let the milk down his through. She could smell the potent musk get stronger as Augy worked up a sweat in his fuck as the moos of himbo pleasure filled her ears.
Seams snapped on Rich’s already large uniform as his pecs became almost comically droopy. The musk got so powerful that Waller struggled to concentration as the strength was zapped from her body. Finally Augy and the cow mooed in victory as they reached orgasm and broke off from pinning Rich.
Rich nearly fumbled to the ground before the himbo herd instinct took over and he joined the mob.
Waller’s last coherent thought was that this was a ranch incident before hearing Augy command a bull to grab the doctor and fell unconscious.
Magic Fable 