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Hucow!Mista, taking a shower cause he a stinky boy😈

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Hucow!AU Story, Part 2 (N/s/f/w)

Things get steamy in this part; I stayed up all night finishing this.  Again, credit belongs to @dark-side-blog2 for creating the Hucow!au, and giving me the idea for this story in the first place.

All characters aged up to be 18 or older!!!

WARNINGS: not sfw, yandere, noncon, dubcon, lactation, ruts/heat, manipulation,  Bruno being very manipulative and naughty lol.  Let me know if any of you are interested in a part 3, I might be persuaded into continuing this story~

EDIT: omg i’m an idiot i forgot to post the actual fic sorry lol

While Bruno got Narancia situated in bed, Mista helped you in the kitchen as usual.  

“I was thinking we’d have some fresh garden salad with our stew tonight, how does that sound y/n?” Mista called out from the fridge he was rummaging through.

“Sounds good to me!”  You replied, dicing the ingredients for the stew and tossing them into the pot.  This was a daily routine between you and Mista nowadays.  While you would fix breakfast and lunch, he would usually help you make a hearty dinner for all of you.  It was not only tasty, but healthy, utilizing the freshest ingredients from your farm.  Bruno seemed to be something of a farmer himself, actually, as he cultivated a few unusual crops you’d never heard of before, but nonetheless delicious.

 For example, Mista and Bruno had introduced you to a hucow staple.  It was called mulgeo salad, made primarily of edible flowers that were a pretty lavender blue.  They made sure you had some with your dinner every night, as apparently it has many health benefits for female hucows, and therefore must be good for human women as well.  You couldn’t really complain, even if it did have a funny aftertaste, as you did notice feeling healthier after changing your diet.

“Here, I tried a new dressing this time, try some!”  Mista prodded you with a fork full of some mulgeo salad and what looked like a vinaigrette.  You sighed and opened your mouth, and Mista happily fed you his creation.

“Not Bad,” you told him, “maybe a squeeze of lemon juice?”  You suggested, mulling over the taste in your mouth.  Mista tried some of the sauce himself, and nodded, agreeing with you.  “Good thinking, that’ll help with the aftertaste.”

Meanwhile, Narancia was tossing in your guest bed, fussing with Bruno who was trying to be patient with the younger bull.

“Brunooo, I don’t want to be in bed, I want to see y/n!  You know she’s the only one who can really help me anyways!” Narancia whined, as Bruno gently but firmly pushed him back onto the bed.

“What I know is that you need to preserve your strength, and let y/n get ready for tonight.  You want your first time to be special, don’t you?”  Bruno countered, handing Narancia a glass of water and some medication.

It’s true, Narancia was feverish, and he wasn’t feeling his best, there was a perfectly good reason, and it had nothing to do with being sick.  But Bruno had told Narancia that humans don’t go through what hucows go through, at least not as intensely.  So Bruno had asked Narancia to be patient with y/n, and to help her into the herd.  Narancia didn’t understand it all, but he trusted Bruno, and he loves y/n, so he takes his medicine and tries to be patient.

But he can’t wait forever.

~~~~~~~

Dinner was good but uneventful, you carried a tray of food up to Narancia who ate it like a man starved and thanked you.  After dinner, you helped the boys get situated into your guest bedroom, Bruno taking a chair and the rest sleeping on the floor, with all the pillows and blankets you could find.  The bulls each thanked you, and conked out surprisingly easily.  Well, you guess old blankets and pillows were still more comfortable than grassy fields and dirt.

You wished them all a goodnight, and made your way to your bedroom.

  Ever since dinner, your body’s felt heavy and warm- you hoped you hadn’t caught Narancia’s fever.  You tossed and turned in bed trying to fall asleep, but despite your body being so tired, you felt too… hot.  Your cheeks burned,’Really, y/n? Now?  The bulls are in the room across from yours…’but you just couldn’t sleep. 

 You turned over to your bedside alarm clock-11:30 pm-it had been a few hours since the boys had all gone to bed, and they had looked exhausted, too.  Surely, they wouldn’t wake up so easily?  After another deathly silent minute, searching for any possible sign the bulls were awake or could hear you, you made up your mind and threw off your covers. Pausing again and hearing nothing, you slowly pulled off your panties, shocked at how wet they were.  What’s wrong with your body, why were you reacting like this?  What would the others think if they saw you like this?  Your mind protested, but your fingers had other ideas.  

You pulled your night dress off, fondling your breasts and twisting your nipples.  They had been so sore recently, and if you didn’t know better you would swear they felt larger than normal. Feeling a sudden wetness, you gasped. Why….

“It hurts”

Like a shot in the dark, Narancia’s voice rang out and pulled you out of your stupor.  You sat up, trying to cover yourself up.  “N-narancia, what-?!”

“It hurts, y/n; it hurts and I can’t wait anymore!” Narancia repeated, pleading for something but didn’t know what. He stumbled into your room, naked and,well-

He crawled onto your bed, climbing on top of you and grinding into your hips.  Yes, just like you, he was incredibly aroused.

“N-naranica, please! Get a hold of yourself!”  You pleaded with the bull, trying to pry him off of you.  It was hard to get a grip on him, his skin was sweaty and he leaned into your touch instead of fighting it.  Up close, you got a better look at Narancia’s face, and you could tell something was off with the bull.  His eyes were unfocused, his face flushed red, and he couldn’t stop moaning into you.  At first, you had thought it was his fever, but now, it seemed like his “illness” was something much more...animalistic.

“Oh, Narancia,  you went and spoiled the surprise.  You must have given y/n quite the fright.”  Bruno chided.  As if out of thin air, possibly during your struggle with Narancia, Bruno appeared, looming over the two of you with an eerie smile.

“Bruno, help me!  Narancia, he, he-”  You started, panicking while trying to keep a modicum of dignity.

“Why would I do that, bella?  You seem to want this just as much as he does.”  He replied, unwavered.  You looked at him incredulously, and he reached under Narancia to pull your legs apart.  With humiliating ease, he sunk a finger into you, and white hot pleasure rocked your core.  You moaned, surprised and aroused, and earned a whine just as loud from Narancia, still thrusting into your hips. 

 “Bruno, stop, please!”  You begged, trying to break away from Narancia and now Bruno.  

“It’s perfectly natural, Bella, don’t be afraid.  You’ve never met any other hucows besides us, have you?”  Bruno pulled his finger out, and with the same hand, stroked your face, moving hair out of your eyes.  Your eyes followed his hands, watering, and said, “W-...no?”

Bruno sat down on the bed, putting a hand on Narancia’s back that stopped him immediately, to your relief.

“For Hucows, when we reach adulthood, we start to have regular ruts, or in a heifer’s case, heats. Like many animals, we have a monthly cycle of intense carnal desires--our body's way of saying we’re at our most fertile.  And it looks like your body has synched with Narancia.”  Bruno explained, stroking your head, watching your eyes widen in shock,fear. 

“This is ridiculous, I'm not a Hucow, I'm not like you!”  You argued, pushing his hand away. This was becoming too much, these were not the bulls who’d wormed their way into your heart. Bruno had the gall to laugh, and your stomach sank with dread. In a flash, he grabbed your cheeks and cooed, “Really, y/n, there’s a difference in being coy and being oblivious.  I mean look at you, haven’t you noticed your body changing?  You’re soaking wet without being touched, your bodies hot to the touch, for god’s sake, you’re leaning into my hands”  And to your absolute horror, as he pulled away his hand, your head followed.  He was right.

Bruno grabbed your breasts, and you felt the familiar wetness from before, “Not only that, but haven’t you noticed your breasts?  You’re producing milk.”  As if by divine fate, the clouds decided to move out of the way of the moon, shining a light onto your breasts, and sure enough, you could see rivulets of milk leaking from your nipples.  Tears fell from your eyes-shocked, confused, betrayed not just by your friends but your own body.  Were you going crazy?

“Shhhhh, shhh It’s okay amore, it’s okay.  You’re bodies just changing, it happens to every heifer your age.  It’s nothing to be ashamed of, in fact it’s beautiful.”  Bruno reassured you, stroking your breasts fondly, “Your body just wants to be bred, to be filled with our calves, isn’t that wonderful?  Don’t worry, we’ll be good fathers, and you’ll be a wonderful mother!”  Bruno’s breathing growing heavier, his eyes staring you down with a deranged intensity.  

Narancia, not wanting to be left out, latched himself to one of your breasts, “I’ll be gentle, y/n, I promise!  I know your heat must be painful, with no one to help you out.  My ruts have been so painful too, without you.  But that’s over now, yeah?  We can finally be a proper herd, and raise lots of cute calves together.”  He mumbled into your chest, as if stabbing you with his words directly into your heart.  

“Poor bambina, I know you’re so confused, and scared- I remember my first rut. The other bulls and I, we won’t let you go through that same pain.  We’ll take care of you, y/n, that’s what herds do.”  Bruno rested his cheek on your head, planting the softest kiss to your forehead.  You didn’t even have the strength to resist him.

At this point, you weren’t even surprised when you saw Abbachio, Fugo, and Mista come into your room.  

“Just relax y/n; we’ll take care of you and Narancia.  This time it’s you two in heat, but soon enough we’ll all sync up, that’s what happens normally in herds.  Leave this to us”  Bruno cooed to you, licking up tears you didn’t realize were falling.

“...Please take care of me…” You gave up, closing your eyes.  

~~~~~~~

The bulls had piled all the pillows and blankets they could gather onto your bedroom floor, so there was enough room for all of them to gather by your side. Narancia curled into your side, Bruno propping you up against his back, Abbacchio standing by the door( as if guarding it from being opened) , Mista sitting front row watching, and fugo awkwardly kneeling off to the side as if too embarrassed to look directly at you.

“Narancia, please hold her legs open, we need to prepare her before she can take us.” Bruno instructed, as if he was giving orders on farming or something else as mundane.  Narancia was quick to follow, and spread your legs open despite your embarrassment.

You buried your face into Bruno’s chest. 

“No Bella, don’t be shy.  We love this part of you, we want to see you lost in pleasure,”  Bruno reassured you, turning your head back to the other bulls.  Narancia and the others stared at you with feverish intensity, Narancia groaned at the audible sound your cunt made as he parted your folds.

“Y/n, you’re so wet, have you been like this all day?  Is it because of me?”  Narancia asked, unable to look away.  His fingers traced your lips delicately, as if he were afraid to break you, and gathered your slick onto his index finger.  

“Don’t just gawk, idiot, make her feel good!” Mista chided, palming himself.  At this point, all of you were naked, and you saw for the first time how the bulls...measured up.  They had been naked when you had first met them, sure, but you hadn’t looked closely, and they hadn’t been quite as, well, excited.  They were large, and animalistic not just in size but shape.  Needless to say, you would need a lot of preparation if you were to take any of their cocks.

Just as impatient as Mista, Narancia plunged two fingers into your pussy, and you couldn’t contain the squeal you let out.  It was sudden, and not an experienced hand, but his fingers felt like such a huge relief, you were starting to believe Bruno and wondering if you really were in heat.

“Jesus Christ y/n, I can feel you clenching on my hands! What should I do, Bruno?  What’ll make her feel good?”  Narancia gasped, he seemed to have trouble controlling his hands and body.

“Remember what I showed you before, and how we got you ready when you helped us with our heats?”  Bruno reminded Narancia, leaving you to wonder what they’d done in the past before you.  

Narancia’s Fingers Curled and massaged the front walls of your pussy, searching for your special spot.  Based on the noises you were making, he was doing a good job of finding it. Bruno reached one of the hands he had wrapped around your waist down to your pussy, and lightly rubbed circles into your clit.  You moaned again, bucking up into their hands. You were beyond losing control, you had lost it as well as any other thoughts of resisting.  Your body was in ecstasy, Narancia and Bruno double teaming you was too much.

 Suddenly, you felt another, unfamiliar hand toy with your breasts.  You opened your eyes you hadn’t realized were closed, and saw Mista leaning over you, massaging you.  As he squeezed them, some more milk squeezed out of your tender breasts; as mortifying as it was, it also gave you a small sense of relief? You weren’t sure whether it was arousal or merely a relief of your breast’s fullness, it felt much better than normally when you played with yourself.

“Holy shit, you really must be a heifer, your tits are full of milk!”  Mista exclaimed, “Hey y’n, you wouldn’t mind if i had a drink would you?  I'm awfully thirsty~”  He snickered, latching his mouth onto one of your breasts. 

 You cried out wantonly, getting finger fucked and your tits sucked at the same time was bringing you close to the edge.

“P-please, I can’t!”  You begged, not sure what you were begging for.  

“Awww, begging for us?  Our sweet little bambina, you don’t know how long I've been waiting for this day,”  sighed Bruno, playing with your bud more and more intensely.  “Narancia, why don't you try using your mouth, I think she’d like that.  She’s so close.”  Bruno suggested to the smaller bull, who nodded eagerly and lowered his face into your crotch.

You couldn't help yourself, you cried out and tried to close your legs as you felt Narancia nuzzle into you. “Wait, Narancia, it’s too much!”

“It’s okay, y/n, I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise!” Narancia murmbled, cheeks squeezed between your thighs- it’d be hilarious in any other situation.  Narancia pried your legs open again, peppering them with kisses.  Tentatively, he licked a stripe vertically up your pussy before sucking on your clit, moving Bruno’s hand away.  He wrapped his tongue around your clit and massaged it, while you bucked and writhed underneath.  You were begging incoherently, not sure what or who for, but the boys seemed to understand.  Narancia slipped his wet fingers back into your pussy and kitten licked your bud; Mista played with your breasts in each hand while he sucked milk from you like it was a delicacy.  Bruno turned your head to look at him-even upside down you could tell from his blissed out face he was enjoying himself as much as you were. 

“Are you gonna come, Tesoro?  Your expression is so indecent, you must be close.”  Bruno teased you, sticking his fingers into your mouth before you could answer.  But he was right, you were close.  Narancia and Mista’s mouths were full, but their faces were as indecent as yours must have been, as they doubled down on your efforts.  Your insides were quivering, your thighs wrapped around Narancia’s head again to pull him closer. Close, you were so close…

“Come for us, y/n, for the first of many times tonight,”  Bruno all but commanded, so you complied.  A wave of pleasure rolled over you, and Bruno’s  fingers couldn’t contain your cries.  Narancia ate you through it, his own moans vibrating onto your overstimulated pussy, and didn;t pull away until you pushed him with your hands.  Mista laughed into your breasts, but the look in his eyes was hungry, preditorial.

“That was so fuckin’ hot, y/n, you moan like a porn star!” He joked, popping off of your abused nipples.  

Narancia pulled away too, with wet eyes, “Y/n,that was wonderful, I'm glad I could make you come, but please…”  He tugged one of your hands onto his hard throbbing cock.  It twitched in your hands; you could tell he’d been restraining himself.  You slowly, against your better judgement, stroked the up his shaft, tracing a pulsing vein along the underside.  Narancia cried in relief, bucking into your hand grinning wildly.

“So goooood, you’re hand’s so soft, way softer than mine.  It's so small…” Moaned Narancia, giggling as he held your hand in his own larger one to show you how to properly touch him.

“Y/n, I think it’s time now, don’t you?” Bruno asked you, loud enough for Narancia to hear.  “Narancia made you feel so good just now, and he’s been so patient for you.  Won’t you help him feel good too?”  

You were nervous, to be honest-you’d never been with anyone,or even used a toy their size.  And Narancia was the smallest of the group.  But your orgasm hadn’t cleared your mind at all-if anything you were even more horny.  If you had been in a better state of mind, maybe you could have realized how they were manipulating you and said no.  But…

You pulled Narancia up to your face and kissed him for the first time that night.  Narancia early reciprocated, pulling you as close to him as possible.  He took it as an invitation to grab his  dick in one hand, slobber it up with remnants of his spit and our cum, and sink his cock inside of your wet hot pussy. 

You both simultaneously cried out  but for different reasons as the head entered you, Narancia’s tip stretching you to your limits.  Narancia tried to go further in, but sensing your discomfort, Bruno grabbed Narancia’s hips and held them from moving any further.  Narancia cursed, trying to fight out of Bruno’s hold, clearly not in his right mind.  But Bruno Wouldn’t budge.

“Wait Narancia, or you’ll hurt her.”  Bruno commanded, not backing down.  For once this night, you were thankful for Bruno’s involvement.  

Reluctantly, Narancia slowly pushed further and further inside of you, tears streaming down his face and moaning like, well, like he was in heat.

“It’s heaven...y/n is like heaven inside!”  Narancia cried, a blissful smile on his face.  You wished you could say the same as you were stretched to your limits, nails digging into Narancia’s arms.  

“It’s too big!  Narancia, you're too big for me!”  You pleaded, trying to relax your muscles and allow yourself to be stretched.

“Fuck yeah I am!  My big cock’s doing this to you, right?  I’ve made you come from feeling so good, right?? I’m gonna make you come lots more, so many more times y/n! I’m gonna make you come on my dick and get pregnant!  Take it, take it y/n!” Narancia snarled, finally starting to thrust properly.

  He was so happy his rut came first, that he was able to fuck you before the others and stake his claim early.  Sure, having to wait sucked, but this was definitely worth it.  Since Narancia’s libido could no longer be contained, Bruno decided the next best thing would be to help you enjoy yourself more.  He bit the shell of your ear, massaging your clit between his fingers.  

“What a good girl you are for us, Bambina, letting Narancia fuck your little pussy with his big bull cock. I bet you've never been so full in your life, huh?  We’re gonna keep you nice and stuffed too, all of us will. I can’t wait to see how even more beautiful you’ll look, satisfied by all of our dicks.  We’re gonna make you feel so good, bambina, you’ll go crazy~”  Bruno moaned into your ear. 

 It alarmed and aroused you at the same time, which didn’t go unnoticed by Narancia.

He picked up the pace, and you started to move with him, getting into the feeling.  Against your better judgement, you looked up to see what the others were doing while you were getting railed by Narancia.  

Abbachio was leaning against the doorframe, stroking his cock as he watched your breasts bounce with each thrust.  When he saw you were looking at him, he smirked but said nothing.  His eyes were intense, staring at you unwaveringly.  The only way you could tell he was affected at all (aside from jerking off) was a light blush that trailed from his cheeks down to his chest, breathing heavily.  

Fugo looked like he was trying to hide the fact he was so turned on, face flushed and glancing back and forth from you to the floor.  He gingerly palmed himself in between his legs, trying to cover it up from you. His tail was swishing in anticipation, and he bit his lip to keep himself from making any noises.  Mista, on the other hand, was manspreading on the floor, eagerly watching and wolf whistling at the show.  Clearly, he wasn’t bothered by the fact that you were getting the daylights fucked out of you by Narancia, and happy to give you a look at himself masterbaiting.

“Like what ya see, sweetcheeks?  I’d be happy to let you touch it too~”  He flirted, winking at you.

“Wait your turn.” Bruno told him, before Narancia or you had the chance to react.

The pleasure in your was building up again, slowly but surely, as Narancia’s prick massaged your aching walls.  Narancia was getting more and more desperate as well.

“Fuck, y/n, i don’t know how much longer I can last, you feel too good!  Are you close?  Please say you’re close!”  Narancia begged, just as he hit your g-spot directly.  You cried out loudly and clenched down, unable to help yourself, to the bull’s joy.

“Oooh, I felt that y/n, you like it when I hit ‘here’ right?”  He teased, fucking you harder and focusing on your sweet spot.  You nodded, unable to form the right words, but Narancia understood regardless. You clung to him now, it seemed like the two of you were the only ones in the room, as you cried out from each thrust inside of you and on your clit.  You wouldn’t be long now, and Narancia was right behind you.

“Y/n, I love you.  I love you so much, so fucking much it hurts.  I’m about to come in the girl I love so much and make her pregnant, fuck, I can’t wait! Please take it-take it take it take it!!!”  Narancia felt too good inside of you to hold on anymore, he’d been so good for you.  He came and true to his word, filled you to the brim with his hot sticky cum. It felt too good to hold out yourself, and you came on his cock with a sharp gasp and locked your legs around his waist.  He shivers, and has enough in him to gush just a little more into your abused hole.

“Thank you so much, y/n...that was so wonderful,”Narancia mumbled into your cheek, kissing you gently.  He collapsed onto you, and you couldn’t help but pat his head sympathetically-that was quite the workout, after all.  Narancia cuddled into you, peppering you with kisses he was too shy to give you before.

You were too tired to resist their affections any more, too tired to move, too tired period.  You were ready to finally fall to sleep, when you heard Bruno’s voice call out to you.

“That was wonderful to watch, y/n.  I’m very happy you’ve finally accepted us.  But, don’t you think you’re forgetting something?”  You cracked an eye open, reality settling in.  Standing over you were the other bulls, all hard and looking very impatient.

“Hey, you’re not gonna leave us hanging, are you bella?”Mista teased you.

“You’re crazy if you think we’re gonna let you go after just one round,”  Abbacchio replied deadpan.

“It’s just not Narancia, we, I need you too y/n!”  Fugo ordered (pleaded with) you.

Bruno stroked your hair again, licking away new tears from your cheeks.

“We’re famiglia, y/n, we always do things together.  You wouldn’t want us to feel left out, would you?”  Bruno asked you. You could feel his desire poking into your back.

“Hey, I'm not done yet! Y/n, don’t pass out on me yet!”  Narancia complained, weakly thrusting into you again.  You moaned, unable to form any protest.

This was going to be a long night.

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Hucow!AU part 3

There’s gonna be one more part after this, then i don’t know what i’ll do, if i’ll add any more to this story.  Again, this is NSFW, be warned

All characters aged up 18 or older

WARNINGS: Not sfw, yandere, dubcon, roughness, choking, etc

credit for the Hucow!AU goes to @dark-side-blog2

Enjoy!

Bruno could feel his own control starting to slip, not only on himself but on the other bulls.  Fugo’s tail was twitching impatiently, Mista had been inching closer and closer, and Abbacchio had that look-

Bruno knew he needed to act fast if he wanted to keep things civil, and safe. “Narancia, take a break and tap out, it’s time to give other people a chance.”  Bruno ordered.  Narancia pouted, and hid his face into your breasts

“I don’t wanna, I’m not done yet!”  He grumbled, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“Maybe not, but we all agreed to share, didn’t we?  You wouldn’t like it if Mista or Abbachio hogged y/n on their rut, would you?”  Bruno chided, as if he were speaking to a class and not a room full of horny bulls.

“....Nooo,”  Narancia whined.

“Then give the others a chance, you can play with her again later.” Bruno Finished, and with one final dramatic sigh Narancia Got up and off of you.  He flopped onto your bed with a squeak of the mattress, and stared into your ceiling enjoying the final embers of his afterglow.

In a flash, Before Bruno could even move, Mista pounced on you.  Bruno refrained himself from kicking him out of the way and taking you next; he was herd leader first and couldn’t afford to show favorites, at least not in front of the other bulls.

You squeaked when Mista jumped on you, knocking the air out of your lungs.  Mista grinned, all teeth, looking much more like a wolf than a bull.

“Heehee, as hot as that little pre-show was, I think it’s time for the main event!  Don’t you, y/n?  That was awfully nice of you letting Narancia go first, you’re the first girl he’s ever been with. “  Mista rambled, grabbing any inch of skin he could get his hands on, “I think we should show him how a  real bull pleases his heifer, breeds her nice and full and makes her feel real good!”

His hands found your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, massaging your ass and thighs and admiring how your body jiggled.  You felt something warm hit your back-end, rutting in between your cheeks and leaking pre-lube onto you.  “I’ve been so good to you, haven’t I, Bella?  Helping you around the farm, hunting game for you, making you my special salads-”

“-What the hell makes you think you’re going next, calf?” Everyone froze as a voice rang out breaking the “Peace.”  You turned around just in time to see Abbacchio push himself off the door frame, walking over to you and Mista.  Mista snarled and bit into your shoulder, hard enough to make you cry out in pain.

“Back off, old man,  I got to her first!  What, you think she’d rather have your dick than mine?”  Mista snarked, gripping you much tighter than Narancia did, or perhaps could.

“You don’t tell me what to do; I’m older. I only waited for Narancia since he’s in his rut.”  Abbacchio, in sharp contrast to Mista, was calm but cold, staring down Mista like he was ready for a fight.  

In a flash, you felt yourself being pulled up and away, but not from Abbacchio or Mista.  You saw the two bulls start towards you, and then freeze.  Terrified, you turned around to see a livid Bruno staring down the other two.  Bruno, the man you had seen wipe Narancia’s face after eating, and always made sure to wipe his hooves at the front door, had frozen two very large and intimidating bulls with a look that turned your blood to ice.  His eyes bore into them unblinkingly, “ Is this anyway to treat the future mother of our children? If you don’t straighten your act up, spending the night in the barn will be the worst of your problems, do you hear me?  This is our y/n, and you will behave around her, or else.”  Bruno seethed, quickly followed by an apology from the other two.  Bruno took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.  He couldn’t lose control of himself, not in front of you.  It just… made him so ANGRY to see the way they fought over you like a rag doll, no concern over your safety.  You could have gotten HURT, thank goodness he was here to protect you.  

He felt your hands tugging on his, and he opened his eyes.  You looked startled, trying to escape the situation. It was a miracle you had let them get this far in one night, Bruno didn’t want to push their luck. He gave you what he hoped was a reassuring smile, and let you go.  He wasn’t going to force himself or the others on you, so it was vital you felt safe around them.  He would wait just a little longer….

Reluctantly, Mista and Abbacchio shared a look, nodded, seemingly reaching an agreement.  They each grabbed you before you got the chance to get too far away from Bruno and the others.  

“Relax, princess, we’re not gonna hurt ya. In fact, we’re about to make you feel very good right now, aren’t we Abbacchio?”  Mista teased, pinching your cheeks and booping your nose.  

Abbachio sighed, trying and failing to hold back his snark, “Don’t patronize them...But it’s true, we want you to enjoy yourself as well.”  He fought down the warmth rising to his face, turning you to face him.  Abbacchio kissed you, surprising you.  The Bull was usually so distant and cold to you, well everyone, you honestly weren’t sure he even considered you a friend.  But he was gentle with you, almost as gentle as Bruno was, tucking some stray hair behind your ear as he cupped your cheek. 

It was nice actually-as good as you had to admit (begrudgingly) that Narancia had felt to your “Heat” altered body, the way Abbacchio massaged your hip and cupped a breast softy, there was something calming, reassuring about the way he touched you.  He certainly seemed to know what he was doing better at least, as he slipped a hand into the crevice of your thigh and cunt.

Mista, not wanting to be left out, Nipped at the nape of your neck and earned a squeak from you.

“Hey now, don’t forget about me back here~”  Mista whispered into your earlobe and sucked, as he rubbed his own hands along your ass and pussy.  He sank in two fingers, admiring the wetness and warmth.  “Oho, ready for another round?  I knew you were really into this, playing hard to get!”  

He pumped his fingers back and forth into you, feeling around for what would make you lose control.  As he did, Abbacchio rubbed your clit with his fingers wet from your arousal.  

“For once, Mista, we agree on something.  You have been wanting this awhile, haven’t you?”  Abbacchio asked, fingers teasingly light.  You might have been feeling good, but you had never planned any of this to happen when you allowed them to stay on your farm.  You shook your head weakly, unable to get the words out 

“Haah, you expect us to believe that?  I’ve seen the way you look at us working on the farm; you like my hair don’t you?”  Abbacchio accused you, and you blushed beet red.

“T-that’s...different….” You tried defending yourself.

“Is it?  What about when I was showering off with the hose the other week after Mista pushed me into the mud pile?  Or when we first came to your farm, you made us put on clothes because you couldn’t keep your eyes off our cocks!”  Challenged Abbacchio, grinning at you. While his words were humiliating, his pace didn’t speed up and he kept light, unsatisfying pressure on you.  It wasn’t enough; Abbacchio was going to make you beg  for it.

Mista had no patience for a slow pace, however, and pushed you to kneel.

He growled tauntingly, “So naughty, y/n, denying us even when we’re treating you so well?  We should put that mouth  of yours to better use.  Don’t you agree, Abbacchio?”  Your face was being pushed into Abbacchio’s thigh, inches from his hard and angry cock.  Abbacchio smirked, fisting your hair and pressing his dick with his other hand into your face.  You fought against both Mista and Abbacchio but they were too strong.

“Bad girls get treated like worthless fucktoys if they keep lying to their mates,”  said Abbacchio, slapping his dick on your cheek.  “Open wide Princess”

Mista pulled your lips apart with two fingers and opened your mouth for you, “No biting, or we’ll get really mean!”  he warned, holding your mouth open.  

Bruno gave him a pointed stare but said nothing-while he didn’t like threatening you per se, Mista hadn’t mentioned anything specifically “too rough” and Bruno couldn’t tolerate you using violence either.

Abbacchio forced his dick into your mouth, as far back into your throat as you could reach.  Choking, you grabbed at Mista, at Abbacchio, trying to get air. After a few seconds, long enough to make you nervous, Abbacchio pulled out of you with a ‘pop!’ and dickslapped your lips again.  

“What, you didn’t like that?  I’ll be nicer if you as me to fuck your throat gently.”  Abbacchio offered.  You looked at him incredulously, hoping it was a bad joke, but he looked at you deadpan. 

Mista pulled on your cheeks again, clearly getting off on the degradation, “We can be nice, y/n, if you’re nice to us.  Isn’t that fair, bella?”  You tried to swallow around Mista’s Fingers, eyes watering again.  Taking too long to think, Abbacchio pushed you back onto his fat prick, pushing you down into his curly pubes that tickled your nose.  They held you there longer this time, Mista touching the bulge in your neck from Abbacchio.  You cried around his cock for help, but it was illegible, and the vibrations of your throat only seemed to turn him on more.  Bruno was about to say something, when they finally pulled you up and let you breathe again.

“P-please, no more! No more…” You cried, trying to catch your breath.

“Ask nicely,”  Abbacchio replied, tightening his grip in your hair.

“P...please…”You begged, trying to force out the words.

“What was that, bella?”

“Please... please fuck...please fuck my throat gently,”  You finally finished, sobbing.  Mista and Abbacchio grinned, Mista pulling out his fingers and Abbacchio loosened his grip, but didn’t let go of your hair.  

Abbacchio held his dick steady as he guided your mouth onto his dick.

“Suck on the tip a little first, it feels good there.”  Abbacchio ordered, albeit gentler this time.  You did so, trying to do your best not to piss them off again.  Behind you, Mista lifted your butt and maneuvered you onto all fours in front of Abbacchio.  He spread your pussy lips, fingering you from behind.  As Abbacchio used your front, Mista mounted you from behind, rubbing his cock against your lips to coat them with lubrication.

“See?  Things go much better when you’re a good girl.  Doesn’t this feel good?  Me and Abbacchio are gonna fill you up now and make you feel all warm and tingly inside.  Isn’t that nice?”  Mista asked, and when you didn’t respond he spanked your ass.  “I said, isn’t that nice?”

You jumped, pulling off of Abbacchio’s cock wetly and squeaked, “Yes, it’s nice!  Thank you!”

Satisfied, Mista pulled you in for an intense , but short kiss and pushed into you.  You wailed, only to be pulled back onto Abbacchio.  Mista’s deep reaching dick scratched the itch that hadn’t gone away all night, pulverizing any thoughts other than the need to be bred.  Although it had been painful at first, getting your throat fucked started to feel good in it’s own way.  It was hypnotizing, the way Abbacchio used your throat on himself, the musky smell that was permeating your senses.  

“Hey, you’re twitching a lot around me, are you feeling good right now?” Mista teased, slapping your ass again.  This time, Abbacchio held you down on him, “She is, her throat’s loosened, and she’s starting to move herself.”  He replied for you.

You gasped; he was right.  Without noticing, you had started to bob your head up and down on your own, lick up and down his shaft, and stretch your throat to take as much of him as possible.  You blinked back tears; you were losing control of your mind and body to a herd of bulls and didn’t know how to stop.  Mista reached around to massage your leaking chest and bite your shoulder.

“That’s more like it, babygirl, you’re finally being more honest!  We really like fucking you, too, y’know?  Your pussy’s so soft and wet, and your tits are so full and milky!  We’re gonna give you lots of milking and cummies, spoil you rotten!”  Mista cooed, nuzzling into you.

Abbacchio groaned, thighs flexing, “Fuck, I’m close y/n.  Get ready to swallow my cum.”  He hissed.  Abbacchio sped up his thrusting, gritting his teeth and trying to hold on for as long as possible.  You tried to pull away, starting to panic, but with a snarl Abbacchio just pushed you further down onto his cock.

“Take it, y/n, take my cum!”  Abbacchio pulsed in your mouth, and filled your throat with his cum.  He held you down until he finished, and finally pulled you off to breathe properly.  

You coughed and sputtered, spitting out what cum you couldn’t swallow.  Meanwhile, Mista continued railing into you from behind, speeding up his pace.

“Fuck, that was hot, seeing him ruin your throat like that, i can’t wait to get my turn fucking your mouth,”  Mista groaned, squeezing your hips bruisingly.  Your front half slumped onto the ground, too tired to support your weight.  Undeterred, Mista rubbed your clit back and forth, trying to get you closer to the edge.  He leaned into your back and whispered into your ear,” So fucking good, your pussy’s so fucking good.  Squeezing my dick and wringing me dry, you’re gonna make me cum soon.  Shit, you’re making me lose my cool so fast, are you doing that on purpose?  I’m not gonna let you get away with that, I'm not letting you go until I make you cum just as hard.”

Without Abbacchio fucking your throat, you couldn’t hold back your moans, each thrust forcing another noise from you.  You didn’t know how much more you could handle of this- you were dripping down your things, your clit was rubbed sore-you couldn’t last much longer.

“Mista, please-”  You begged, against your better judgement.

“Cum on my cock, bella, show me how much you love me!”  Mista roared, hips slapping yours unrelentingly at full speed.

With a final push, you wailed and gave in, squeezing down on Mista as you felt your Orgasm hit like a hurricane.  You gushed underneath him, squirting with a gasp onto the floor underneath.  That was enough for Mista, who came loudly right after, pumping his sperm into your pink abused hole.  He rode out his and your orgasms as long as possible, pushing his cum as deeply into you as possible.  He pulled out of you and spread your pussy again, watching himself leak out of you.  Mista whistled, admiring his handiwork.   

“Damn, girl, you took my cock like a blue ribbon whore.  I think you were made to be bred like this~”  Mista bragged proudly.  You were too tired and embarrassed to say anything, and sank into the floor, avoiding the puddle of fluids.  You closed your eyes, tired.  Maybe now you can get some rest?

...A hand on your rear pulled you out of your stupor.  “Sorry, but I’m not done yet.”  Abbacchio flipped you over onto your back, and kneeled over you. “I know you’re tired though, so just relax and let me do the work.  I think we’ve teased you enough.” With frightening strength, Abbacchio lifted you up into his arms as he stood, cradling your back in one hand.  Startled by the sudden change of position, you grabbed onto his shoulders for dear life, yelping as he sunk deep into you.

“Damn, Abbacchio, didn’t know you had it in you!”  You heard Mista hooting from behind you. Bouncing you up and down on his cock, Abbacchio quickly pistoned you closer to the edge once again, still too sensitive from Mista.  

“Abbacchio, wait! Slow down!”  You pleaded with him, trying to slow Abbacchio’s pace and get a firmer grip on the largest bull.  

“Sorry, can’t hold back anymore.”  He apologized, but he really didn’t sound all that sorry.

“Fuck yeah, rail her little pussy till she can’t think anymore!”Mista jeered, enjoying the show.

“Shut up, you’re ruining it for me.”  Abbacchio grunted, trying to ignore the other bull. 

He was feeling wonderful, he had been waiting far too long to be with you.  The way you made sure to always give him seconds on days he was most quiet, when you helped him brush out thistles from his hair after a prank by Mista and Narancia went bad- you were always too caring.  And far too trusting.  He hated to imagine what would have happened to you if the rival herd had gotten here before them, they would have taken advantage of you for sure, long before he had.  Abbacchio wasn’t proud of the person he was, he was stubborn and mean and scared away everyone who had ever been good to him.  

But despite all of that, he had you. He didn’t deserve you, not all  to himself- that’s why he agreed to share you.  But no one else was going to take you from him, not even his herdmates.  

Your orgasm hit you in a sudden warm wave, your body shivering uncontrollably in Abbacchio’s arms.  Abbacchio groaned into your neck, filling you quickly after.  He lowered you onto the ground, and kissed you gently on your forehead.  You moaned weakly as he pulled out, trying to catch your breath. 

Mista had no interest in giving you a break, however, and turned your head to face him.  Taking advantage of your sleepiness, he fit himself into your mouth.  

“Damn girl, watching you and Abbacchio got me going, let me use your mouth, please!  Just once, then i’ll give you a break!” He begged, and your mouth was too full to disagree.  He didn’t mean to tease you so often, he really did hold back as much as he could with you.  It’s just that you got him so excited!  Not just sexually, but other ways too!  He loved the way you would pull ticks off for him, and scratch behind his ears.  He loved the way you made sure to never serve you food fourth because of his superstitions.  And yes, he did love the way that your throat tightened around his cock and eyes dribbled tears pathetically-he loved all the parts of you!  And he wanted to show you his appreciation, and that included fucking your brains out.

“So close… just a little more y/n, please! Fuck, you’re making me go crazy!”  Mista pleaded as he humped your face, choking you on his length.  You were afraid that you were about to pass out, when he finally pulled out of your mouth, stroking himself to completion.

“Shit, I’m gonna come again, keep your mouth open for me y/n!”  And with that, Mista spluttered onto your face and mouth, dripping down your deck and onto your chest as you gasped for air.  

“So good... oh, you’re so good y/n!  I’m keeping you forever, Princess~”  He moaned, admiring his handiwork on your face.  You heard Abbacchio and Mista start to argue, their voices getting farther and farther away.  You stopped paying attention; it was nothing you hadn’t already heard, and you were too tired to care.  You just needed to rest your eyes for a minute, then you could deal with the mess in your room.  Just  a little break….

[sluttbuttsstuff]

Hucow!AU Part 5 (FINALE!!!)

WOOHOO!! It’s finally Bruno’s turn, I saved best boy for last.  All parts combined in gdocs are 29 pages total, this is def the longest thing i’ve written in over a decade!! I hope you enjoy, and look forward to whatever i decide to write next

thanks, and enjoy!

as always. credit goes to @dark-side-blog2 for the wonderful hucow! au

WARNINGS: not sfw, yandere, duncon, noncon, sleep fucking, force feeding, manipulation, dark themes, afab reader, she/her pronouns, all characters 18+!!

After taking care of Narancia and tucking him into bed, Bruno returned to your room once more.  You slept like the dead, worn out from a long night.  Bruno smiled proudly, you had been wonderful for them.  Each bull, you had accepted their love, their passion, their essence and earned your place in the herd once again.  It filled Bruno with such joy, knowing that you were the perfect mate for them, for all of them.

You were caring and kind for Narancia, playful and fun for Mista, calming and gentle for Fugo, accepting and attentive for Abbacchio.  And for Bruno: you were everything.  For so long, there had been a piece of the puzzle missing in his life.  He had a family with no mother, no children.  

Bruno had met you first in a very dark part of his life-his herd was beaten, driven from his home in fear, on the brink of death with no hope.  And then, you had appeared, an angel hidden away in paradise, offering safety, shelter.  Much more than that, even, with a little bit of convincing, and a lot of planning.  He would have his family, his children, and you.

Bruno knew how to play the long game, how to strategize and manipulate, but he only did it for good reason.  He had to, you were too prideful, too stubborn to realize how much you needed him.  You were running a giant farm several acres large by yourself, no employees, relatives or neighbors to help.  Bruno couldn’t have that,now could he?  He and the other bulls took over the hard work and heavy lifting-eventually, after a lot of hemming and hawing from you.  Bruno managed to talk you into it; it was beneficial for both of you, a way for the bulls to earn their keep and for you to get some help.

The bulls helped with Bruno’s plan as well, in their own ways.  Mista put his cooking skills to use, making you healthy meals infused with lackweed (Mulgeo, a plant that encouraged your body to lactate) and pills that increased your sexual urges.  He’d even been adding charcoal to your meals to cancel out your birth control; it wasn’t necessary, Bruno had gotten rid of your birth control months ago while you were asleep, but Bruno appreciated it nonetheless.  

Narancia had gotten you to warm up to them very quickly, being as innocent and naive as he was, and Bruno was able to use him to display his parenting skills.  Yes, Narancia was a grown bull, and mostly treated as such, but he was still the youngest, and hard not to spoil.  Plus, the way you seemed to light up when Bruno would baby Narancia- it was clear your maternal instincts were awakening.  Good!  It was excellent practice for your own children.  

Fugo was admittedly the most awkward around you, it wasn’t really his fault, though.  He had the least experience out of the bulls with women, but Bruno could tell his true feelings about you.  So, he encouraged Fugo to show his strengths to you; mainly his brain.  There was an old tractor collecting rust that needed repairs, and you had lost several crops last season due to lack of irrigation. Fugo was able to repair them, thanks to researching some books and some help from you.  Plus, it was one less job for you to do, and another reason for you to depend on them.  Bruno knew Fugo was nervous, but Bruno was certain he’d be a good mate and husband.  He would make their children very smart.

Abbacchio could be a little rough around the edges, it's true, but he clearly had a soft spot for you.  While he would smack Mista and Narancia around when they got on his nerves or got ornery, you he respected and let a lot slide.  Bruno had seen you tug on his tail (admittedly by accident) , elbow him (after a funny joke), and even put flowers (that he was allergic to!) in his hair!  Abbacchio had taken it in stride, and even defended you when Mista’s teasing or the other shenanigans went too far.  Plus, Abbacchio’s skills as a lockpick let them sneak into your house when you were away or sleeping.  Very useful indeed…

 Bruno knew he had to share you, as much as he wanted you for his own.  He couldn’t hurt his herd, his brothers, who loved you almost as much as he did.  So Bruno was patient, he let them have their turns first, keep the peace….

But Bruno couldn’t wait any longer.

The timing had to be perfect, to ensure he had the best chances. He had snuck into your home months before, stealing and disposing of your birth control, and destroying your refill prescription.  Thankfully you were too busy and preoccupied to make a new appointment with the doctor for new medication, which Bruno appreciated greatly.   Digging through your trash, he was able to record and determine your cycle, in order to find out when you would be most fertile.  He would allow his herd many things,including you.

But his child would be first.

Letting the others go first- he allowed it before you were truly in heat.  They didn’t know why, but were grateful nonetheless, eager to claim you. 

He pulled back your blankets, after making sure you were deep in R.E.M. sleep.  Birds started chirping as dawn rose outside, but you were dead to the world.  So much, in fact, that when Bruno pulled back your bed sheets you didn’t so much as flinch.  You were still nude, too tired to put your pajamas back on last night; Bruno admired the early morning light glowing on your body.  Bruno kissed down your face and body everywhere the sun touched, relieved you were still asleep.  Bruno made note of every bruise and marking on your skin to treat later that morning, as he went lower and lower down your body.  Spreading your legs, you tasted divine.  You were definitely ready, too: now would be his best chance. 

 Licking the others out of your core, he heard you quietly whimper- he paused, waiting for you to stir, but you eventually drifted back to sleep.  You always were cute when you slept, the way you would sometimes talk in your sleep or kick your legs “Running.”  Bruno had learned a lot observing you, and intended to learn a lot more from you today.  He cleaned you out with his tongue and prepped you thoroughly-maybe it was petty of him, saving you all for himself, but Bruno was the alpha bull, and the perfect mate for you.  That’s why it was so important to not just get you pregnant, but pregnant with his children.  It’s what you, the both of you deserved.

Once Bruno was certain you were ready ( you were still soft and wet from last night, and pleasantly warm against his tongue and fingers)  he leaned over you, pulling your legs up against his shoulders into a mating press.  It terrified him how easily you slept, how dangerous it would be if his herd hadn’t found you.  What if someone else had found you before them, taken you like this in your sleep?  It worried him so, that’s why he had to do this, claim you and protect you from any rivals.

  Bruno stroked your cheek, before pressing inside.  Finally, after all this time, he was inside of you, warm and wonderful and all his.  You squirmed in your sleep,but otherwise accepted him without complaint.  Bruno was so happy he could cry, he settled for kissing your  shoulder as he pushed into the hilt.  Bruno couldn’t hold his urges back any longer, he thrust into you again and again, hitting against your sweet spot.  You cried out in your sleep, jumbled noises Bruno convinced himself were his name.  In this position, he was able to reach so deep, force himself as far inside as he could reach.  

His grip on you tightened, feeling the strain of the position, the slap of his balls on your ass fueling his desire more.  But it wasn’t enough, he had to make sure you felt good too.  He suckled your chest, licking your nipples the way he had seen you enjoy.  Your pussy was so wet he was able to rub slick onto your hard throbbing clit, careful to rub the raw skin gently. 

“Y/n, I’m so thankful to have found you, finally we can make our dreams come true~” Bruno whispered to you, desperate for you to know the feelings he’d held back for so long.

“I can hardly hold back with you; I’ve been waiting so long for this, and I can tell now that so have you.  Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, we all will.  Just give in, you can trust me.”  Bruno pleaded, close to the edge.  Bruno grit his teeth, it was about to end, all too soon.  Bruno wasn’t ready, he wanted to stay like this with you forever.  Relief washed over Bruno as he heard you cry out in release, tightening around him and bringing him to release.

“I’m cumming, y/n.  Please, accept all of me!”  He gasped,spilling his seed inside.  Tears Bruno had held back spilled down as his emotions overcame him, something he would only allow to happen while you couldn’t see.  He was certain this was the right thing to do, now more than ever.  You were his, all of theirs, safe and protected. 

 In the next months, you would become full with child.  Naturally, you would have to stop manual labor-which would be fine, you could depend on your sturdy bulls to run the farm for you.  And then when you had their children, you would need to raise them. Obviously, you had five capable mates to help you; taking turns feeding them, staying up on long sleepless nights, teaching them right from wrong.  So many precious memories to be made with you, Bruno could 

hardly wait.

As Bruno turned to leave you to rest, he saw you start to rise.

“...Bruno?”  You called weakly, and Bruno was by your side in an instant.

“Y/n?  What’s wrong, you’re up so early?”  Bruno asked, concerned.  

“...It’s hot” you groaned, reaching out for him.  Bruno’s heart fluttered, you called out for him.  He felt your forehead; admittedly sweaty, but not necessarily from illness.  

“You are a little warm.  Let’s get you out of these sweaty blankets and cleaned up.”  Bruno helped you out of your sheets, and ran to get a damp washcloth.  He returned quickly, sitting on your bed and wiped the cloth over your body.  Your body flushed, and whenever you thought Bruno wasn’t looking, you would glance over at him.  Bruno smiled to himself, you really were spoiling him this morning-he couldn’t be more delighted.

“Are you feeling any better?  You should take it easy today, you had a long night.”  Bruno said as he washed your stomach.

“Umm, yes, im-ahh!”  You jumped, as Bruno’s wash cloth reached your nether regions.  

“Relax, bella, It’s important to clean this area as well. We don’t want you getting sick now do we?”  Bruno continued, unfazed by your reaction.  You fidgeted a moment longer, but considering all that had happened, you relented.  What more could Bruno do to you?

He toweled you off quickly, patting you dry and then headed to your closet.

“Let’s find you something extra comfortable to wear today, shall we?”  Bruno asked, flipping through your hangers.  What a shame, most of your outfits were utilitarian and industrial, not befitting a mother to be.  

“Oh, Bruno, you don’t have to-”  You began, but Bruno cut you off.

“Here we go, perfect!  Ah, and this shade of lavender will look lovely on you!”  Bruno proclaimed, holding up a flowery sundress made of soft cotton.  Very comfortable, but not the best for farm work.  Bruno couldn’t be stopped though, grabbing some undergarments for you    (how did he know where you kept them?) and helped you sit up in bed.

“Let’s get you dressed, as much as I love the thought of having you nude all day, nothing will get done around the farm with the boys fawning over you.”  Bruno chuckled, sliding socks onto your feet for you.

“Bruno, please! I can dress myself!”  You pleaded, trying to pull away, but Bruno stopped you with gentle but firm hands.  

“Bella, please-let me take care of you the way you’ve taken care of us.  It’s only fair, isn’t it?”  Bruno smiled, tugging your socks up to your ankles.  He held a white pair of panties out for you, “Step in, dear, one foot at a time” You groaned, turning an adorable shade of red Bruno loved, but did indeed let him slide the panties up and onto you.  He convinced you to skip a bra today (Bruno wasn’t completely selfless) and slip into the sundress, snug as a bug.

“Much better!  Now, do you want to see if you can get some more sleep?  You didn’t get many hours of sleep last night, and your body must be very sore.”  He asked you, stroking your cheek.  “Well, maybe later, but-”  You began, only to be interrupted by your growling stomach.  Bruno chuckled, “Ahh, of course, let’s get you fed shall we?”  he winked, placing a hand on the small of your back and escorting you to the kitchen.

You tried to make yourself breakfast, really you did, but Bruno wasn’t giving you any leeway this morning.

“Please, Bambina, let me cook for you.  You always make the rest of us meals, and I’m not completely hopeless in the kitchen.”  He told you, sitting you on a kitchen chair, rolling up his sleeves.  True to his word, he was decent in the kitchen-more than decent, in fact.  Bruno fried up a pig’s worth of bacon, crispy and fried with a sprinkle of cinnamon.  Eggs, sunny-side scrambled and over-easy, just a little bit runny and fresh from your henhouse.  And the cru-de-ta, a mountain-pile of fluffy home batter pancakes, smothered in homemade syrup and creamy smooth butter dollops piled on top.  Bruno piled your plate to the brim, sure to give you only the crunchiest bacon strips and roundest pancakes, with plenty left over for the boys.  It was a miracle the other boys hadn’t woken up yet, but you supposed they were still wiped out from the night before and needed a little more rest.  

Bruno didn’t mind one bit, enjoying the one on one time with you he rarely got.  Sitting patiently for him like a good mate, letting him clean you, dress you, even feed you. Bruno was determined to spoil you, so you would never want for anything other than him again.  Looking around your plate, you asked Bruno, “Sorry, but you forgot to grab a fork and knife.  Would you mind?”  

Bruno smiled, unblinkingly, “Oh no, I didn’t.  Open wide~”  He cooed, stacking a silver fork full of your breakfast.  You looked at him incredulously, “Seriously?”  

Bruno didn’t relent, smile unwavering, “You wouldn’t turn down all my hard work and this delicious food, would you?”  

You wanted to argue with him, you really did.  For every inch he gave you, he took a mile, and it was starting to be humiliating.  But for whatever reason, Bruno always made you cave.  Besides, after everything you’d been through, he’d never hurt you, always gentle and caring.  So, against your better judgement, you sheepishly opened your mouth for him.

Bruno lifted the fork into your mouth, watching your lips close around his fork.  You savored the buttery rich flavor of the pancakes, the spongy texture bouncing lightly in your mouth as you chewed.  To say it was delicious would be an understatement; you were starting to consider letting Mista and Bruno handle mealtime more often.  Bruno bit the corner of his lip, watching you eat your meal.  You wanted to pout, not give Bruno the satisfaction of knowing you enjoyed being babied like this, but you couldn’t help smiling as you swallowed bite after bite, opening your mouth and even leaning forward.  Each bite was better than the last; the salty sweet bacon grease and runny eggs soaked into the pancakes, soaking up the flavor medley and sending your palette into overdrive. 

 Bruno loved every minute, watching you let your guard down for him, licking up syrup from your chin, even letting him wipe your cheek clean with a napkin.  Your stomach puffed out as you ate through your meal, it excited him to know he did that to you, and that your stomach would soon be even more distended and full with his baby.  Your plate was nearly clean, but you didn’t think you could eat another bite.  Bruno had given you so much already, and it was all delicious and rich, and had no more room.

“Please, Bruno, I’m full to the brim.  I’m sorry but I can’t eat anymore.”  You groaned, clutching your stomach.  

“Oh please, just another bite, bambina~  you’ve done so well, you’re almost done.”  He cooed, forking the last bits on your plate.  You tried to excuse yourself, but Bruno stuffed it into your open unsuspecting mouth.  You nearly choked on the utensil forcing your way into your mouth, a sugary syrupy mess that was starting to nauseate you.  It was too much, too rich, but Bruno held your mouth shut.

“Please, y/n, you have to eat more.  Think of our children, won’t you?”  You froze, as you remembered everything that had happened last night with a wave.  You looked at Bruno, mouth still full and ready to vomit.  His gaze tore into you, more serious than he had been all morning.  In fact, the last time he looked at you like that…

Bruno rubbed your back, as your eyes watered and spilled over.  Poor thing, were you already having morning sickness?  No worries, it was only natural; he would take care of you. You were having trouble breathing, not sure if it was the food or the panic setting in.  

“Come on Bambina, you’re almost done.  Just swallow it all down, you can do it~”  Bruno hissed, as he plugged up your nose.  Bruno sighed, watching your eyes bug out; he didn’t want to be harsh with you, but what other choice were you giving him?  You needed to follow his orders, that’s how he kept you safe and happy.  “Now, y/n”  

Despite the lump in your throat, you had no choice but to swallow, the lack of oxygen making you gag.  How could you forget who you were dealing with?  How could you let him take advantage of you again and again?  You wiped the snot and tears from your face, catching your breath.  You flinched as a familiar hand reached out and grabbed your chin.  Bruno turned you to look at him, his face calm and smiling as if nothing had happened.

“There, Bambina, that wasn’t so bad was it?  You have to let me take care of you, okay?  We don’t want you hurting yourself do we?”  He asked, voice soft and patronizing, like he hadn’t just force fed you against your will.  You wanted to run away, but didn’t know where to go.  It didn’t help any as you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.  

“Yo, y/n!  You’re up already?  I thought we wiped you out last night!”

“Guess we’ll have to try harder next time.”

“Are you okay, y/n?  You look ill.  Maybe you should go back to bed.”

“Ohh, it smells so good!  Did you make breakfast for us, y/n?”

You were surrounded.  No way out.  Five strong angry bulls that had taken over your life, your home, even your body.  You couldn’t trust them, not any of them.  There was no escape.

“What’s wrong, bella?  Are you crying?”

“Don’t cry, y/n!  There’s nothing to worry about, we’ll take care of you!”

“You can count on us, y/n.  We’re mates, after all.”

You were trapped.

Trapped.

Trapped.

 You opened your mouth to scream, but it was no use.

It’s not like anyone would hear you, anyways

END

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Hucow!AU story, part 1

Thanks to @dark-side-blog2 for creating the Hucow!au, this is part one of I don’t know how many.  This part is SFW, but expect later parts to be explicit.

All characters 18 or older!!!

Warnings: Yandere, sfw, subtle manipulation etc.  Also no beta, so I apologize for any errors

Enjoy! :)

You don’t know what you’d do without Bruno.

Like an angel from heaven, he and his herd descended upon your humble little farm and cottage a few months ago.  They had shown up, bruised and heavily injured with nasty scratches littering their faces.  Apparently, they had lost their previous territory to a rival hucow herd with more members, and clearly far more ruthless.  While you had been startled at first, and apprehensive at letting them stay on your property (especially if the rival herd came to finish the job off) seeing how helpless they looked soon changed your mind.

Bruno certainly helped you make your decision easier. Despite living outside in the wild, and not wearing a speck of clothing (that quickly changed thanks to your insistence, and overalls for all the bulls.) Bruno looked well put together-He had the classic Holstein pattern over his fur, and sharp horns sprouting over his sleek lack hair. He was charming, well-spoken and clearly a well-loved leader of his posse.  And in return for letting them stay(‘just until you’re all healed!’ you had said, originally, but you found yourself less and less interested in them leaving)  Bruno’s herd helped you around your farm.  

They each did the work of a dozen men, and made your life a lot easier.  And there wasn’t a lot they couldn’t do. Plowing and planting the fields?  Cakewalk.  Weeding the yard and watering plants?  They finished every morning within an hour. Even things not related to farmwork, they learned quickly and excelled.

It wasn’t just Bruno worming his way into your heart, either.  There was Abbacchio, the quiet bull with large horns and muscles of a hard worker.  His hair was a lovely silver, but his fur was jet black, and he looked intimidating.  Despite his appearance, he was surprisingly polite to you, considering the way he play-fought and bickered with the others on occasion.  He was Always keeping an eye on the horizon, keeping predators like coyotes from harming your chicken, and looking for any unfamiliar/dangerous herds that might try and claim your land.  He  was very clearly Bruno’s right hand man, and close enough that you suspected them lovers.

Mista was a funny one, play-fighting  and joking with the other bulls, and quickly decided that you would be friends.  He had chocolate brown fuzzy ears, and a chipped horn, tan skin and thick muscles.  After Abbacchio, he was probably the strongest, and handled a lot of the heavy lifting the others couldn’t be bothered to handle.  You had once seen him pull your old rusty tractor a full mile back to your barn, where you had planned to dismantle it if you couldn’t repair it.  On top of that, he had a great shot.  You had originally been hesitant to let him use your emergency rifle, but killing your old unprofitable hens had always been difficult for you-you (clearly) had a habit of getting attached to your animals.  Mista handled that though easily, and even helped you cook an excellent roast chicken that night for dinner.  After that, you let him shoot any wild game he found on your property, and your stomach thanked you for it.

Fugo was clearly the brains of the herd.  He had ashy blond hair and fur, and was so painfully shy you feared he hated you.  Soon enough, you just learned that Fugo was inexperienced with women, and a human woman confused him to no end.  He was improving though, and learning was his specialty.  Remember that rusty tractor?  He was able to clean it up, solve the problem, and get it up and running within a day-without any instructions or prior experience!  You were so impressed, it was all you could do not to hug him to death.  Judging by his small smile and strawberry red cheeks, however, you guessed Fugo didn’t really mind being fawned over by you all that much.

Narancia, while technically not the youngest and still an adult, was much smaller than the others.  His childlike disposition didn’t help his case either, he liked spending the days playing with Mista and Pestering you for affection.  His spotted fur matched Bruno’s, and was as soft as puppy fluff.  Unlike Fugo, he absolutely ADORED spending time with you and made no secret about it.  One night after supper, when Narancia had fallen asleep in your lap, Bruno told you about his past.  He had lost his mother due to illness as a young calf, and was abandoned by his father. Thankfully, Bruno found him and took him in, despite being a child himself. 

 That was what brought them all together into their little herd apparently: they were all abandoned with nowhere to go.  So they banded together, grew up together, and looked out for each other.  And now, thanks to your kindness, they were going to add you to their family.

Whether you knew it or not.

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Aside from mealtime, the bulls stayed in your old barn you had helped them renovate into a proper shelter.  It wasn’t the nicest, but it kept them safe from the elements at night, and there was enough room for all of them to sleep and relax comfortably.  You had even helped them clean out the barn, give them some old furniture and set up some running water and a bathroom (well, Fugo mainly did that one, you just went to the hardware store for supplies and handed him tools)  But there was no heating, and it certainly wouldn’t be a good place for anyone sick to stay in.

Which leads us to your current situation.

“I wouldn’t ask this unless I thought it was an emergency, but do you think Narancia could stay in the house tonight?  He’s had a fever all day, and it’s not getting any better”  Bruno whispered to you, both of you standing over the sleeping bull.  Poor Narancia, he was tossing and turning in his sleep, shivering into your old cot and blankets you had given the bulls when they moved in.  You knelt beside him, placing a hand on his forehead.  He was burning up and covered in sweat, But he leaned into your touch.  

“Poor thing, I wonder where he picked it up?” You asked, turning to Bruno.  Narancia’s hand weakly reached out for yours, and put it back on his head.  You chuckled, he was always a glutton for physical contact, and if this would help the sick bull, then you didn’t really mind.

“I’m not sure, but it’s actually fairly common in bulls.  Mista and Fugo were actually sick recently, but they were able to walk it off.”  Bruno replied, watching you and Narancia contently.

“What??  Why didn’t you tell me?  I would’ve let them into the house!” You felt awful, here they were doing so much for you and the farm, and you hadn’t even noticed them being sick.

“Well, we don’t want to overstay our welcome.  I mean, you’ve let us take your old barn, eat your food, and a million other things.  We wouldn’t want to...take advantage of your hospitality.”  Bruno explained as diplomatically as possible.  

You looked back at Narancia, who was currently trying to pull you into the cot with him, and whining when you wouldn’t budge.  If this had been a few months ago, when you and the herd first met, you would have thought this over more carefully.  Allowing relative strangers into your home wasn’t usually a good idea, but...this was different.  This was Bruno’s herd.  They’d been nothing but wonderful, and at this point, you would hate to think of Narancia or anyone of them, getting seriously ill or even dying because you were being too suspicious.  Narancia’s watery eyes cracked open and looked at you, and whimpered your name.  And you caved.

“Well… Alright, I have a guest room we can put him in.  Let me get it ready for Narancia, then you and the others can bring him in. I’m guessing you want to stay  with him for the night?”  You asked, knowing the bulls stayed with each other every night without fail.  

Bruno sheepishly nodded, kneeling beside you and pulling Narancia’s iron grip off your hands.  As you were getting up, Bruno grabbed your hands in his own iron tight grip, and looked you in your eyes

“Y/N...Thank you for this.  I know we’ve done nothing but inconvenience you-”  You tried to protest but he wouldn’t let you, “But I promise, my herd and I will make this up to you.  You’ve been so kind to us, when you didn’t have to.”  Bruno’s eyes were starting to water up, and his speech was getting more and more intense.  “You know, even though we’ve only known you for a few months, me and the others think of you as family.”

“Bruno, I, I don’t know what to say”  You stuttered out, flustered by his intense look, and tightening grip on your hands.

“We all care deeply about you, and we promise to care and protect you, like you’ve done for us.  I promise, bella, you can trust us.  We’re family, after all”  Buno finally finished, and let you go.

 You...you didn’t know what to say.   You knew the boys all cared about you, but you didn’t realize their feelings were this strong. You supposed, considering their past hardships, that you’d latch onto any generosity you received too.  Still, it was...unsettling somehow.  Bruno’s deep blue eyes were so intense, it got you flustered.  Sensing the effect he had on you, he laughed quietly and patted you on the shoulder.  “Go on, bella, before I say anymore.  I’ll have Abbacchio carry Narancia up to the house, and help you get the room ready.  I’ll let the boys know where we’ll be staying for the night”  He said, smiling as he tucked Narancia into his blankets and let you get up.

He watched you leave the barn, as Abbachio came out from behind the door after he was sure you were out of eyesight.

“Well, that went suspiciously well.”  Abbacchio said, walking over to Bruno.

“That’s because fate has brought us all together.  We finally have our missing piece.  Get the boys and have them cleaned up for tonight.  I’m going to clean up Narancia, will you bring him up to the house after?”  Bruno asked.  Abbacchio nodded, and turned to leave.  “Oh, and Abbacchio?”  Bruno called after him

“Remember to be gentle”

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Hucow!AU part 4

.... I really did intend for this to be the last part, i’m sorry this is dragging on so long.  But i PROMISE, next part really will be the end, at least for this story.  This part was already 8 1/2 pages in gdocs, so i had to cut it short :,)

as always, thanks to @dark-side-blog2 for creating this wonderful AU, and I hope you all enjoy!

All characters aged up 18 oro older!!

WARNINGS: Not sfw, yandere, anal fingering, titjobs, blow jobs, cunnilingus, dubcon, slight angst, afab reader, uses feminine pronouns, etc

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“…. ‘Romise she’s not dead, Narancia, I can feel her breathing. See?  You can see her chest moving.  Not that Abbacchio and Mista aren’t going to have any consequences for their actions.  Oh, I think she’s coming around?”  Muffled voices aroused you to consciousness, waking up on your bedroom floor once again in the middle of the night.

You felt a wet cloth on your thighs and crotch, and a hand stroking your head that was cradled by a familiar lap.  Bruno and Narancia were peering over your face, the latter threw himself onto you in a bear hug the moment you made eye contact.

“Y/n!  You’re okay!  I was so scared, you went all limp, Mista and Abbacchio must’ve forgotten how much weaker you are or something!”  Narancia cried, kissing your lips and cheeks more like a puppy dog than a hucow, but you let it slide.  

“Narancia, calm down!  You’re going to make her pass out again if you smother her like that!”  A voice you had barely heard that night scolded Narancia.  Looking down, you saw Fugo meticulously cleaning your skin and body.  He blushed as he saw you, avoiding eye contact and fiddling with the washcloth.

“Umm, I'm glad you’re okay, y/n.  I-we, we were worried about you…”He trailed off, staring at the floor.  “Well, it’s getting late, I better go-”  Fugo excused himself, getting up to leave.

“Fugo, wait.”  Bruno stopped Fugo from leaving abruptly, and he froze facing the door.  “Y/n is awake, don’t you want to have a turn satisfying her?”  He asked, propping you into a sitting position.  You stared at Bruno: surely he wasn’t thinking of continuing was he?  You’d already passed out once...

And yet, as you stared down at yourself, you realized the wetness wasn’t only from the washcloth.  You were still burning up and unsatisfied-miraculously.  Fugo remained still, staring a hole into the floor.

Narancia grabbed Bruno from you, holding you against his chest like a stuffed animal, squeezing  you like he’d won you as a prize, “C’mon, Fugo, don’t be shy!  If you don’t make a move, I'll take a turn with her again!”  He nibbled on your neck, wiggling his eyebrows at his friend.  Fugo huffed, but didn’t turn around, clearly holding back.

It wasn’t that Fugo didn’t want to be with you, he DESPERATELY wanted you in every and all aspects. He had admired you for your kindness since day one, accepting his herd without question and protecting them.  Then he got to learn about you a person-you could match wits with him on most days, you had a library of books you lent him and discussed after he finished.  You even bought him a handful of new ones at the used bookstore every time you went into town, with the promise that he would work more on the sprinkler system in the yard and fight Narancia less when he annoyed the bull.

You were funny, witty, caring-everything Fugo didn’t realize he needed in a partner.  The only problem was that he didn’t want to share.  Mista was too rough to appreciate your gentleness, Abbacchio was to cruel and would take advantage of your kindness, Narancia was too idiotic to utilize your genious, and Bruno was...he was just too manipulative.  In truth, Fugo wanted to take you out of here, to run away to a cottage for just the two of you.  But he couldn’t, not against the other bulls.  They were too strong for him, too strong for you.  And why should he?  Who were you to get in the way of his herd, his brothers?  The way you twisted and turned his feelings and morals so easily-it made him so angry. There was nothing Fugo hated more than being irrational, and irrational people; Fugo did stupid things when he got that way.   You made him more irrational than any other person, it scared him.  He tried to keep his distance, to ignore his feelings.  But what could he do?  Was sharing the only other option?

A hand on his shoulder brought Fugo out of his trance.  Bruno turned Fugo to face him, looking at him with a mix of pity, sternness and understanding.  Leaning in to whisper, Bruno told him, “Fugo, there’s no need to be nervous.  She’s here, she’s accepted us, now is the time to show her you love her.”  Fugo’s face turned the ugly blotchy red he hated whenever Bruno called him out for his feelings.  “I’m not-”

“You are, and it’s okay.  I can show you how, just relax.”  Bruno interrupted, and Fugo felt his stomach plummet.

“No, that’s not-” Fugo began, only to be interrupted by a moan coming from you.

 While Fugo was having an existential crisis, Narancia had taken it upon himself to keep you occupied.  He kissed you, softly but deeply, exploring your mouth with his tongue.  He was determined to learn what made you tick, where all your favorite spots were.  His hands found his way to your breasts, smushing them together and appreciating the heavy full feeling of them in his hands.  “Hey y/n,”  He teased, twisting your nipples and drawing milk, “Bet you didn’t notice your tits leaking yesterday at lunchtime~”

“-What??”  You gasped, face heating up.  No, you didn’t know that!  When had you-?

“Mmmn, it's true!  You were leaning over me to pour me some more lemonade.  Your shirt was wet, and your nipples were poking out of your bra!  It was so cute y/n, I could barely contain myself!  Haha, I had to sit at the  table longer just waiting for my boner to calm down~”  Narancia giggled, massaging more milk out of you.  You wanted to die; were you really so unaware of your body?  Narancia wasn’t helping any, milking you as he ground into your back.  

“Your nipples are so puffy Y/n, are they sore?  It looks so painful, having to carry all that milk in your chest?  I bet it feels much better now, being milked like a hucow~  See?  You’re making a really erotic face, it’s so sexy.  That means I'm doing this right, right?  Please, tell me you’re feeling good too?”  Narancia rambled, growing increasingly desperate.  

Narancia was definitely the most childish of the bulls, but he had a strong libido that rivaled any of the other bulls nonetheless.  And he was very eager to make you feel as good as you made him feel-loved and appreciated.  He knew you were the one since he first met you, helping tend to his wounds from the rival bulls with Bruno.  You had learned from Bruno that Narancia’s favorite food was oranges, hand picked the ripest bunch from your grove, peeled and fed them to him, Narancia being too weak to do it himself.  Narancia didn’t have many friends, but the ones he had he held onto with his life.  You were more than friends, something else wonderful- he wasn’t entirely sure what yet, but he knew he was going to make sure you were happy.  

Narancia reached a hand down to your pussy, spreading your lips apart, “Oh, y/n, are you still this wet?  You must really be in heat, like Bruno said!  Don’t worry y/n, I’ll take care of your needy pussy for you, just like you take care of us~”  He purred, rubbing circles into your clit.  

You moaned at his words, Fugo and Bruno turning around at the noise. This time, Fugo couldn't take his eyes off of you, his gaze piercing into your soul.  You couldn’t turn away, no matter how hard you tried.  Bruno partially led, partially tugged Fugo back over to you, both of them kneeling in front of you.

“Narancia, why don’t you give us a moment?”  Bruno said rather than asked.  At Narancia’s pout, he said, “You can have your turn after.  Fugo deserves a chance alone with y/n, don’t you think?”  Narancia can’t argue with that, so he gives you a final kiss and scoots out of the way, watching and waiting.  

Gingerly, Fugo inched closer and closer to you, stopping just before touching you.  You swallowed around the lump on your throat; out of all the other bulls, Fugo was the biggest mystery to you.  You tried to befriend him, offering him help and gifts when he would allow it.  However, he seemed to like to keep his distance from you.  Was it because he hated you?  Was he just awkward around women?  You tried to respect his boundaries, but Bruno didn’t seem as keen to do the same.  

Bruno grabbed one of Fugo’s hands, gently but firmly guiding him to touch your cheek.  

“See?  She’s very soft and warm, isn’t she wonderful?  Don’t you want to show her how wonderful she is?”  Bruno questioned Fugo.  You were confused, and felt out of the loop, but you doubted anything you said right now could get through to either of them.  Fugo’s hands were colder, a little damp with sweat-but it actually felt nice against your hot flushed cheek.  You leaned into his hand and he flinched, but didn’t pull away, breathing hard and licking his dry lips.

“Y/n…”  Fugo couldn’t finish his sentence, seeking your warmth.  He leaned his forehead against yours, watching  every micro-expression with rapt attention.  Slowly, giving you every opportunity to pull away, he gently pushed his lips into yours.  It was an awkward, juvenile kiss, but the gentleness was not unwelcome after how intense this night had been for you.  Fugo groaned into your lips and then pulled away, shocked at the noise he made. 

“Fugo, don’t hide.  She needs you.” Bruno chided, guiding him forward again.  Fugo shivered, watching your chest breathe deeply in anticipation; he swallowed the spit in his mouth and tenderly cupped one of your breasts.  Bruno brought his other hand to grope your other tit, instructing him how to touch you.

“She reacts well to having her nipples milked, try it like this.  Don’t be afraid to touch her firmly, make her feel it.”  Bruno’s hands guided Fugo’s with much more confidence than the latter had.  You let yourself enjoy the feeling, easing the pressure in your chest and core.  

“Aww, she likes it!  Aren’t you y/n?  You like having your breasts fondled by us, don’t you?”  Bruno coos.  You see no need to argue the truth, so you nod.  

“Good girl, good y/n.  Being so honest with us, finally~ Isn’t she, Fugo?  Go on, tell her.”  Bruno let go of Fugo’s hands, letting him enjoy the intimacy.  

Fugo nodded, trying to find the right words, “...You are, y/n.  You really are.”  He went in for another kiss, trailing his fingers over your body nervously, desperate to touch you and afraid to break you.

“The way you bite your lips when you’re frustrated, when you cried talking about Edgar Allen Poe with me; I love it all y/n.  God, you make me so emotional sometimes, I don’t know what to do around you!”  Fugo’s eyes are shining, desperate to express himself and no idea how to do it.

His words were a shock to you-but his face held no lies.  You weren’t sure what to feel: angry? Scared? Upset?  But you didn’t like how scared Fugo looked, how scared he was of you. Maybe later, you could blame it on your heat, but you touched his cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.  He grabbed your hand in his, rubbing his face against it.

Getting all the consent he needed, he pushes you back down onto your pillows and blankets.  He kissed you again, but his nerves were gone.  He kissed you, again and again, deeper and more passionately, pushing his tongue past your lips and intertwining it with yours.  He drew his fingers over your lower lips, spreading them and staring unabashedly.  Embarrassed, you tried to close your legs, but Fugo stopped you.

“No, if I have to deal with embarrassment, so do you.”  Fugo hissed, pushing his face into your pussy before you had a chance to get away.  He buried his tongue inside of you,  reaching as deep as he could. You couldn’t help but arch into him, fingers curling into the blankets beneath you.  He sloppily ate you out, fingernails biting into your thighs and nose brushing against your clit.  It was unpracticed, a bit awkward-but it felt good nonetheless.  Your pussy dripped onto the bed sheets, leaking onto Fugo’s chin as proof of his affect over your body.  Normally, he would have been bothered by the mess, but it was merely proof of your love, your connection, and he welcomed the mess for once.

“Y/n, please, are you ready?  I don’t think I can hold back any longer.”  Fugo begged softly, pulling away from your pussy to stare you in the eyes.  You pulled him up for a kiss, eager to feel full inside again.  Fugo watched with wide eyes as you climbed onto his lap; he was nervous about relinquishing control, but desperate to see what you would do to him.  After all, this was proof you loved him- it had to be.

“Y/n~”  He whispered, loud enough only for you to hear as you sank onto his cock.  You gave a moan of your own, relief filling your core.  He gripped your hips to hold you stil; he was afraid if you moved too soon, it would be over before it began.  Despite your urge to move, you let Fugo take control so he wouldn’t get spooked.  You just held him close and stroked his hair to let him enjoy the moment.  Eventually, he slowly lifted your hips up, and let you slide back down just as slowly.  The heat was intense for Fugo; he’d never felt anything like this before, even when the others had helped him with his heats.  He hated it, when his rut would take over his mind and body. He'd lose control and need the others to help him regain his senses and reasoning.  He didn’t like how impersonal, clinical it felt with them, sometimes turning into another competition or a way to establish dominance.  

Not with you, though.  With you, you let him control the pace, you never rushed him, or used his desire to make him submit.  He felt safer with you, cared for.  The way you touched him, and let him touch you; it calmed him and made him crazy at the same time.  Gradually, the slow pace wasn’t enough for Fugo, for either of you; he gripped your hips tighter, increasing the pace, moving his hips to meet your thrusts.  You melted into him, grabbing on his shoulders and enjoying the ride.  Despite his messy face, you leaned in for another kiss which was instantly reciprocated.  Fugo grunted into your mouth, getting worked up more and more as he tried to hold off as long as possible.  

You whimpered, unable to control yourself, “Feels good, Fugo...It feels really good.”  He snapped his hips up, held you deeply inside for a moment, before he sat up and began to piston at full speed into you.

“Me too, y/n...god, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”  He confessed, holding you close and licking your breasts.  You couldn’t hold yourself back either.  You groaned with each thrust, unable to help yourself, as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to the edge.  

You reached a hand down to play with your clit, “I’m close Fugo, just a little longer.”  You felt Fugo twitch at your words, starting to lose his rhythm and whatever composure he had left.  Your eyes closed at the intense wave of pleasure, but Fugo didn’t like that one bit.

In an instant, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you and gripping your face.

“NO!  Keep your eyes open, I want to watch you come apart!”  He demanded, reaching deeper and deeper into you, grunting as he stared you down.  Startled, you kept your eyes open, closer and closer until you were about to topple over the edge.

“Fugo, please!  I’m almost there!”  You begged.  Fugo pushed the hand on your clit away and took over, rubbing it almost too roughly.

“Keep your eyes on me, y/n.  You’re only allowed to look at me right now.  I’m the one who’s going to make you come-come for me, y/n!  Come for me alone!”  He hissed, and that was all you needed.  You came in a warm wave, gentle but intense, that washed over you again and again.  You were closely followed by Fugo, who squeezed your hips enough to bruise and spilled into you.  His eyes watered, but he willed himself not to cry; he cradled you into his arms and kissed you gently, basking in the afterglow with you.

Fugo held you for as long as he could, refusing to acknowledge the others and break the spell.  He didn’t want to give you up, he didn’t want to see the others with you.  Why wasn’t he good enough?  Why wasn’t he strong enough?  He tried to block the thoughts out of his head for as long as possible, but all things must come to an end.  

Bruno tapped Fugo on the shoulder after a respectable amount of time.

“That’s enough, Fugo.  Why don’t you go to bed now?”  Bruno told him.  You felt a wetness on your shoulder where Fugo’s face was buried, but just as quickly he was up and off of you, walking out the door.  The sudden mood shift startled you a bit,  Fugo going from tender and loving to aloof and distant in a flash.  For some reason though, you felt sorry for him.  You couldn’t explain why, but you felt guilty? Like, you had hurt him somehow, but there was nothing you could do about it.  Just as Fugo was about to leave, he turned back to you one last time, an indescribable look on his face, and then went back to your guest bedroom.  

“Ummm, is he-?” Narancia began, concerned, looking out the doorway.  Bruno stopped him, “He’ll be alright, Narancia.  Let him be.”  Bruno seemed to know more about how Fugo (and the other bulls, if you were honest) felt than you did.  It was enough for Narancia, who dropped the subject and crawled back over to you.

“How are you feeling?”  He asked, and you shrugged. To be honest, you felt a lot less hot and bothered, but there was still a lingering desire inside of you that hadn’t quite been clenched yet.  You were increasingly sore and tired, but not ready to go to sleep just yet.  You told Narancia as much, as he kissed you sweetly on the forehead and squeezed your hand comfortingly.  

“I’m feeling a little better too; watching you with the others definitely got me worked up again.  Do you think we could do it one more time, just one more before you went to sleep.  You looked over to Bruno, unsure.  Bruno replied, “Help Narancia, he needs you most right now”  He winked at you slyly, “I’ll make up for it later though, don’t worry.”  

Okay, you could handle one more round.  When you gave the okay to Narancia, he tackled you in a hug and littered you in kisses, tickling you with his antsy fingers. You squealed, any tension in the air dissipating instantly.  This is why you were a pushover for Narancia- it was impossible to stay mad at him.  Deciding to get some revenge, you tickled Narancia back, under his armpits.  His eyes bugged out, and he cackled, surprised but delighted nonetheless.  You went from his armpits to his chest, and he froze as you touched his chest.

“Do you want me to stop?”  You asked him.  Narancia paused, but soon after relaxed.

“No,”  He answered, “It’s not bad, just...weird?”  

“Good weird or bad weird?”  You asked, tentatively stroking his nipples.  He gasped underneath you, “Good, I think!  But, I thought only girls feel good here?”  He leaned into your touch, as you felt his buds harden in your hands.

“Some people like having their breasts played with, regardless of gender.”  Bruno said, reminding you of his presence.

“Oh...but I don't have breasts!  I have pecks!”  Said Narancia, after mulling Bruno’s words over.  You couldn’t help but laugh, and flicked his nipples back and forth, then up and down.  Narancia was flushed, clearly more into this than he was comfortable admitting; you could sympathize.  You leaned down and latched your mouth onto a nipple, Sucking gently. Narancia Gasped, hips bucking up into yours, 

“O-oh, y/n!!”  He cried out, threading his fingers into your hair.  You chuckled around his nipple, it seemed you had found a weak spot.  You kept licking and sucking, occasionally switching nipples and massaging the odd one out with your hands.  You could feel Narancia’s cock weeping against your stomach, twitching for relief.  You pitied him, and reached a free hand down to jerk him off.  

Narancia bit his lip, trying not to lose his cool so fast.  It wasn’t fair, how were you so good at this?  He was supposed to be the one that made you melt in his hands, not vice versa.  He reached a hand down your back, ass, and pussy, massaging a finger into your wrecked hole. You leaned into him, rocking back and forth from grinding on his cock to fucking yourself on his fingers.  Narancia grinned smugly, regaining the upper hand.

“Hey y/n, wanna try something Mista told me about?  It's supposed to be really good for both of us~” He asked you, waggling his brows.  “Why not?”  you shrugged, as he pulled you up and spun you around.  You felt his grin in his voice, even if you couldn’t see it, “It’s called 69, I think?  Here, just move like this~”  He maneuvered you excitedly, and you couldn’t help but laugh.  Of course Narancia got his sex ed from Mista, it suddenly explained a lot.  The way you would sometimes see them whispering like schoolgirls to one another, glancing back and forth at you.  

Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt Narancia pull down on your hips, his tongue already wagging as fast as his tail and eager to taste you.  You lowered yourself down the rest of the way, guiding his tongue directly onto your cunt.  You both groaned, eager to be satisfied; you leaned down to his cock, licking along a protruding vein.  You blew air onto the wet stripe along his cock, tickling his balls teasingly. Narancia twitched, whining impatiently.

“No teasing!  Don’t be mean!”  He said, biting into your rump.  You squealed, but couldn’t stop smiling as you bobbed your head up and down on his shaft.  With one hand, you cupped his ballsack, massaging them in your hand, while your other hand kneaded into his ass. 

Meanwhile, Narancia has pushed three fingers roughly into your pussy, curling where he knew you liked it. You felt a thumb graze your puckered backend.  

“Mista says girls like being touched here, too~”  Narancia mumbled, spitting to add lubrication.  It was a tight squeeze, but he managed to fit his thumb into your asshole.  The added pressure was intense, but heavenly, combined with your pussy, and you quickly toppled over the edge. You clenched on both Narancia’s fingers so tightly he couldn’t even move them, squirting  onto his hands and face.  Narancia lapped it all up like candy, until you had to pull away from oversensitivity. You were surprised;  the orgasm had taken you off guard.  But that was very fitting for Narancia, you supposed.

“Whoa, y/n, so intense~”  He whistled, admiring his handiwork.  You leaned on your elbows, away from Narancia’s face, and flipped over to lay on your back, catching your breath.  Narancia fidgeted, still very aroused and very antsy.  You supposed it was only right to help him out.

“Come up here, Narancia.  It’s my turn to show you something new.”  You said, watching Narancia’s eyes widen.  He did as you said, climbing onto your chest and facing him, practically vibrating in anticipation.  His throbbing dick was sandwiched between your tits as you asked, “Have you ever heard of titfucking?”  Narancia’s eyes widened in recognition, as you squeezed your breasts around him, smothering him in your plushness.  He groaned, thrusting against you as his cockhead poked your chin.  Whoa, Mista hadn’t told him about this.  He was so thankful you were,though.  Your breasts were so large and soft, like he was hugging the best pillows ever made.  You were able to lick and suck on what didn’t fit in your beasts, grabbing his hips so he didn’t fall off.  You massaged his asscheeks, urging him on as he fondled and fucked your breasts.  

“Hey Narancia,” You began, “Do you want to try something else?”  you asked him tentatively.  Narancia, not trusting his mouth to cooperate, merely nodded.  Tentatively, you rubbed a finger against his asshole, as he had done to you.  He groaned, pushing against you and pleading, “More!  Please!”  YOu were surprised but delighted by his eagerness: why wasn’t he as sensitive about this as he was his chest?  Not that you were complaining.

“When myself and the others have had their ruts in the past, we have...helped one another, in more ways than one.  Don’t worry, y/n, he can take more.”  Bruno answered your unasked question, urging you on.  

You eased a finger into his entrance, feeling around for his prostate.  Narancia helped out, leaning his hips into you, finding where it felt best inside himself, and begged for another finger.  Narancia was quickly becoming unhinged, drooling as he controlled the pace pleasuring himself with your body.  

“Holy crap, y/n-where did you learn this?!  Where can I learn this stuff from?!!”  Narancia cried, rocking back and forth.  Narancia certainly knew how to flatter you; but he was too coherent right now.  You wanted to turn him into a drooling mess, sated and unable to get it up again for the rest of the night.  You pulled his hips up higher, until you were deep throating his dick, and had two fingers pumping in and out of him at top speed.  Now he was a babbling mess, unable to say anything other then, 

“Gwaahhh, y/n~ auugh~!!”  Tears leaking down his face and nose dribbling.  You would almost feel bad for the bull, if not for the way he and the others had used you tonight:  it was about time you showed them just how tough you could be.

You made direct eye contact with Narancia, rubbing your tongue against his slit, as he finally gave in.  He came over your face with a spurt, surprising even himself.  He managed to slip his cock back into your mouth, and drain himself down your throat.  This time, he didn’t move right after, or couldn’t, too blissed out and sensitive to notice you choking.  You gave up and swallowed, your throat tightening around Narancia once again, and he pulled away with a squeal.

“Y/n!  That was…”  Narancia breathed out, collapsing by your side.  You wrapped your arms around him as he had done for you, letting him enjoy the afterglow.  You felt your own relief,finally satisfied after a long and exhausting night.  Your eyelids began to droop, when you felt yourself being picked up.

“Relax, it’s just me.  I’m taking you to bed.”  It was Bruno, lifting you like you were a feather instead of a full grown person.  You relaxed, against your better judgement, into his arms.  He laid you down, tucking you underneath the sheets and fluffing the pillow under your head. 

Now that you weren’t a slave to your arousal, you were reminded of all that the bulls had tricked you into doing tonight.  Was it really tricking, though?  Didn’t you go along with the others?  Maybe you could accept them.  Maybe even learn to love them?  Bruno brought your limp hand to his mouth, kissing you softly.

“You did so well tonight, Bella.  Thank you.”  He whispered, smiling down at you, filled with...pride? It was harder and harder to stay awake, your bed was so comfortable, and your eyelids were so heavy.

Before Bruno pulled away to collect Narancia (knocked out on the floor) you gripped his hand still holding yours, pulling him back.  Surprised, Bruno leaned into you, pressing more kisses into your open palm.  “What is it, princessa?  What’s wrong, my love?”  He cooed, piercing into your soul with his ocean blue eyes.

You took a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts.  You stared back at Bruno, searching his eyes desperately, “Can I trust you?”

Bruno looked at you for a long time, thinking deeply.  Finally, he squeezed your hand, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“Trust me.  Trust only me.  I promise, I will always do what’s best for you.  I swear it on my life.”  He answered, so serious you actually believed him.  You nodded, and let go.  He kissed your forehead, and you were asleep in seconds….

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HUCOW BUCCI GANG!! Also note to self save up for a real printer /scanner 🥲

Credit to @dark-side-blog2 for the og yandere hucows, and feel free to check out my fanfic tie in if you want ;)

All characters depicted are 18+

Edit: I added mista's body hair :')