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The seasons had begun changing earlier in the week, and in this area the change always happened fast and hard: where the last time he had come out here he had been able to strip down fully naked and was still a bit warm, now he couldn’t imagine wanting to do something like that. He wore his extra-long socks, and had on a second shirt as well as the jacket, and he kept his hood up and bushy skunk tail wrapped around himself as he walked. A bit of the other day’s rain lingered within the grass as well, rehydrating those dried chunks and bits that slopped around and providing some treacherous terrain in other places.\n\nThe skunk had to take the last ridge down at an angle, crisscrossing from one side to the other as he descended so as to avoid slipping onto his rear and sliding down… again. The last time fall had hit, he had simply stopped going out as far on his daily walks, deciding instead to stay inside where it was nice and warm and cozy.\n\nBut then, last fall, he hadn’t had a lovely, beautiful gal out here waiting for him. Not a girl about whom he could tell his parents, or his friends – most of them – or really anybody, but thinking about her still ignited that sweet, roiling flame in his heart as well as his loins, and every moment spent away just reminded him of how much better it would be if he were with her instead. And that need was what had dragged him out on this night when the wind blew and the clouds blocked the moon, bundled up in all of this winter gear that he had never actually tested out and which, he found, was doing… well enough of a job.\n\nBut it’ll be worth it when I get there, he thought again, catching himself as the moist ground underneath him slid. Julan poked his nose up from the scarf he wore to peer down into the darkness, searching for that lone mesquite tree where he usually met his lover. The deeper darkness of this night made it a bit harder, but from here he could still pick out the large, rounded shadow of something down there, and if it wasn’t Daisy then at least he knew the others were out tonight. Been going fucking insane without getting to see her, after last time. Maybe one of these days I’ll finally work up the courage to actually approach, to see her in daylight, and I’ll…\n\nWrapped up in thoughts of himself and the focus of these nighttime trysts, the skunk bounded across the last stretch of short grass, avoiding a few of the lumps throughout the pasture, and then strode up to greet her – but then just as quickly jerked back and yanked his scarf up to hide his muzzle, his heart pounding in his chest. This wasn’t Daisy who waited by their tree for him, but rather someone he didn’t recognize, someone who stood with their arms crossed as they leaned back against the trunk, one little ear perked and swishing towards the approaching footsteps.\n\nThe stranger took in a breath of cold air, lifted themselves forward with some effort, then brushed the dust off their legs and shoulders. When they turned to face the skunk, the dim half-light from the moon sheathed behind the night’s clouds overhead shone from behind and outlined their silhouette, and-\n\nThey cleared their throat, raised a hand in greeting, and gave Julan a quick look-over. “Hey there,” the stranger said, his voice cool yet sharp in the night; he shoved his hands back into his pockets and turned to look out across the field. “We put some of the cows into the barn for the night, with it getting’ cold. I was supposed to be cleaning tonight, but… y’know. Didn’t want to.”\n\nJulan frowned beneath his scarf; who the hell is this? He looked him over in return, eyes following the generous curves of the sheep’s body, dancing across the glitter of the few but thick piercings in his ears and nose. Still looking out across the field, the sheep nodded slowly, then glanced over towards Julan still standing a short distance away. He sniffed.\n\n“Hey.” The sheep looked him over again. “Y’like screwin’ cows, yeah?”\n\nWith that Julan had to reach out and catch himself against the tree. For a moment he thought he might actually faint, heart pounding, instincts screaming at him to turn tail and run away even though not a single muscle in his body was responding. When he finally managed to look up at the sheep again, eyes wide, he saw that there was no disdain or distaste there. The shape of his shadow, the way he stood there, how he looked as though he were waiting for an actual answer…\n\nJulan took a deep breath, then another one, and straightened up. He moved to point at the sheep, then saw how his paw was shaking and clamped it down to his side again. “You…” He reached up to tug his scarf down from around his mouth. “You were the one who saw me and Daisy the other night?”\n\n“Daisy…” The sheep tapped at his chin as though thinking. “You mean the heifer whose swampy asshole you buried your face and then dick into? Yeah. Yeah, that was me. Oh, don’t give me that look, you’re not in trouble; I’ve been thinking about doing the same for a while, and in fact I was on my way to the barn for that when I saw you down there with her.”\n\nWhat the fuck is happening? What’s going on? Julan frowned, staring at the sheep, waiting for him to go on and say something like “oh and I recorded the whole thing to use as blackmail if you don’t do everything I tell you” or “and I reported it to the property owner as well as the police, and also posted it online” or-\n\n“And I have a bit of an offer for you.”\n\nThere it was. Is it too late for me to run away? Julan covered his muzzle with a paw. Shit. Why’d I take my scarf off? He knows what I look like now…\n\nThe sheep nonchalantly shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He dug around in his pocket, pulled his phone out – is he recording this? – then blinked against the brightness of the screen. “So my uncle,” he went on, slipping it back in, “is outta town for the week. He owns the ranch, runs the farm. Brings the milk down to the market himself every Saturday, that kinda thing. Usually he leaves it up to me to take care of things, and I can do it, but I figure, since you’re here and I know you’re already interested…” He turned to face him fully, hands now on his wide hips. The sheep flashed a grin. “I’ll letcha stay at the barn, day in, day out, for the next week. You can do whatever in the hell you want with and to the cows, and your – Daisy.”\n\nJulan swallowed again. His throat was dry. “But…”\n\nThe sheep raised a finger. “But! I get to watch.” Then he shrugged. “And participate, too, in whatever I want.”\n\nThe skunk’s mouth fell open. “That’s… that’s all?”\n\n“Yep. That’s all.”\n\n“You’re not gonna make me work on the farm?”\n\n“I mean, I sure as shit ain’t gonna tell ya no. God knows I could use the help. But, nah, I’d just like to see whatever fucked-up stuff you’d like to do to my uncle’s animals.”\n\n“And you’re – not gonna report me?”\n\n“Report you? Why in hell would I do that? Brother, I’ve had my arm buried to the elbow in four different cow pussies. Which, speaking of,” and here the sheep held a hand out to shake, “I’m Renesco.”\n\nThe skunk swallowed again, looked down at that hand, then back up at the sheep, then down again. Then finally he reached out, grasped, shook. Renesco’s grip was warm and firm, yet not crushing. “Julan.”\n\n“Good to meetcha. I like the way you work, Julan. Seems like you’ve had a hell of a lot of experience, and might even have some pointers for me. Barn’s this way, by the way – follow me.”\n\nHe turned to head down the slope towards the region of the pasture that Julan had never before dared to enter. On a few nights he had gone far enough to see the twinkling lights of the house off in the distance, but even that had been enough to stoke his anxiety and push him back. Even now, guided along by this sheep whom he still was not fully sure he could trust, Julan kept his tail bound tight around himself and nestled back down into his scarf. There could be cameras out here, he thought, and he’s just getting me to come by so he has actual evidence of me being here, and…\n\n“Ever thought about two of ‘em at once, Julan?”\n\n“Huh?”\n\n“Cows.” Renesco looked over his shoulder at him. “I’d recommend it. One arm in one’s asshole, one in the other’s pussy. God, you’ve never felt moist until you’ve done that.”\n\n“A-actually, um…” He swallowed. “There’s… well, only one of them. That I’ve… that I wanna spend time with.”\n\nRenesco was silent for a second, then nodded. “That’s preferences, I suppose. You’ll find me over with the horses far more often. I managed to convince my uncle to keep three stallions. You said yours was… Daisy?”\n\n“Yeah. Daisy.”\n\n“You know we don’t… name the cows, right? But… you’ll have to show me. Daisy…” He chuckled softly. “Fucking cow-ass name.”\n\nIt took a few minutes to cross the pasture over to the barn, the structure looming large as a darker shadow amid the already grey-black sky. Julan felt his nervousness rise and fall within him like a churning ocean, one moment nearly making him turn tail and flee, the next leading him to want to grab Renesco’s wrist and jog the rest of the way over, he was so excited. His heart thumped in his chest still, now from both the stifling anxiety as well as the same excitement that always flooded across him when he made his visits.\n\nThe two slowed to a stop as they reached the barn, Renesco motioning Julan around to the side. He dug around in his other pocket for keys for the door.\n\nJulan cleared his throat. “So how long have you been, uh…”\n\n“Working here? Oh, forever. It doesn’t count as unpaid labor when you’re family.”\n\n“No, I mean… um…”\n\nThe sheep looked up at him, saw the look in his eye, then smirked. “Oh. Oh. How long have I been sampling the product?”\n\n“Y… yeah.”\n\n“Oh, y’know. Been around the block a few times. I get less time than you think I might, since my uncle always expects me over here or over there, or doing this or that, and it’s not often that he’s away like this. But seeing you that night, how you so confidently came onto the property and just did whatcha did… I dunno. It’s inspiring. Maybe I can afford to be a little more… loose.” Renesco jammed the key into the lock, turned, and pulled the door open, so that pale light from the lamps inside spilled out across the cool grass. “Although, with what I do, that’d be a little bit hard to achieve. Anyway. Casa del Bovine.”\n\nThe smell was the first thing to hit him when Julan stepped inside, having started to creep out into the still nighttime air with the opening of the door. There was the low, bittersweet touch of grass and earth layered under the warmer, sharper acridity of the livestock themselves, and when he stepped into the barn he instantly wished he hadn’t wrapped up so tightly what with the thick heat drizzled throughout the close air. Every breath tasted like what he had come to recognize as cow, and as Renesco’s hand nudged between his shoulders and coaxed him forward into the dank warmth, that sensation just grew further – as did his stirring arousal.\n\nThis was something of which he had indeed fantasized in the past. Sometimes he felt like a character in an old romance novel, pining for the one he truly wanted to be with while constantly kept away from her under social stigma and dangerous circumstances… but, luckily, the rest of these cows seemed like just cows as he threaded his way along the path between stalls, looking this way and that for familiar markings and shapes. He thought he heard Renesco trundling behind him, but the thought was already distant beneath his current goal.\n\nRight as he started to focus back in on the sheep’s words earlier – he said he only put some of them away; does that mean she’s still out there in the cold? – he looked across the corner, paused, looked back, and felt his heart skip another beat. This was distinct, from the pattern of the splotches across her pelt to the particular look of her tail, to the number on the tag stamped into her other ear; Julan grinned, walked over, and hoisted himself over the low wall instead of bother to open the door. He reached forward to touch the cow, and at first she jumped with surprise – then turned, saw who it was, and immediately altered her response.\n\n“Hey there, you,” the skunk breathed, as the broad wet bovine nose pressed against his chest and lifted up beneath his chest. “Hey, beautiful. I told you it might be a while, but I’m here now. I’m here…” He wrapped his arms around her thick neck and half-crouched down to nuzzle in alongside her, breathing her scent slightly different from those of all the other animals around. Daisy pawed at the ground with a hoof in excitement, tail swishing, breath coming and going in little rumbles; she pushed against his neck, his shoulder, his chin, his chest until he stumbled to the side with a giggle. “Missed me that much, huh? I… oh, oh, I see…”\n\nWith surprising care the cow ran her nose down the front of his body to begin nudging at the waistband of his pants. Julan shivered with the sensation of broad, loose lips flapping out against his bellyfur, the beast trying her best to find the button, but then she actually managed it, pulled it through, and tilted her head to move in for the zipper as well. Julan chuckled softly as he watched her, the sight, the pressure, helping to fuel his arousal further; he couldn’t help but throb and grind forward against her, the damp heat of her breath just strengthening this even more.\n\nOut of the corner of his eye he saw Renesco finally close the distance to the stall. The sheep raised his eyebrows in surprise at what he found, then opened the stall door, shuffled sideways in, glanced around for a moment, and then pulled up the stool from the corner. Before he sat down, though, he bent over and briefly struggled with stripping his own pants off, and then tossed them over the stall wall. Julan glanced over to him and looked across his rounded body, from the marks along his chest near his nipples tinted to the same glittering gold as his piercings, then down across his wide belly to the puff of pubic fur nestled above the sleek, smooth lips of his sex just underneath, and-\n\n-and the pressure in the front of his own pants lightened as Daisy somehow managed to find his zipper and tug it down. Once again the skunk gasped, moaned, and pressed forward against her; he dug his thumbs into the waist of his pants and underwear and slid them smoothly down, pushing right through the encroaching embarrassment at doing this in front of someone who was still by all means a stranger. Distracted by Renesco’s sigh as the sheep settled down onto the stool, legs spread, leaning back against the wall, Julan reached forward to rub behind Daisy’s ear and then shivered again when she came forward to mash her lips right against the underside of his now fully hard shaft.\n\nJust like every single other time, the feeling nearly brought him to his knees. Everything else in the barn disappeared for that moment: the skunk looked down at the lovely cow in front of him, her broad nostrils flaring as she drew in his scent, her lips and thick tongue flopping and slopping and working. He slid his underwear down further and she followed just the same, moving along towards the base of his cock, then down from there to his balls as well; the first several times she had come close there, he had instinctively batted her away, but now he knew that she cared for him in all the same ways as he did her, and as such she treated him with a gentle care greater than that of some of his more conventional partners.\n\n“Hell of a trick, there…” Renesco mused from the corner of the stall. He lounged back with one arm over the low divider and the other between his legs, fingers idly circling around his clit as he watched. “You got a nice dick, too, man. How’d you teach her to do that?”\n\n“Actually, she, um…” Then the bovine drew him fully into her maw, letting him brush up against her broad teeth, and moved down so that her nose squished against his lower belly. Julan had to grasp onto her head to keep himself up, his eyes fluttering shut and mouth dropping open in a shivering sigh. “Aah, God… she… started doing this herself. I was – scared at first, of course, since cows can bite really hard, but she… just… kept on, and…”\n\nHe trailed off, head rolling back on his shoulders, eyes still closed. The skunk couldn’t resist thrusting forward into the cow’s maw, pressing along the thick, dense meat of her tongue; the texture was unlike anything else he had felt before, a kind of pleasure he could only find right here. More than that, too, was knowing that it was Daisy here as opposed to any of the other cows; none of them captured his attention and interest anywhere near as much as she did, with that connection sizzling in between the two of them as he thrust in rhythm with the bobbing of her head, the cow’s paintbrush tail swishing and swinging over near where Renesco sat. The sheep continued enjoying himself as well, mouth hanging partially open as he watched; he tilted his head for a better angle, scooted over a bit, then settled in again, all the while Julan continued along.\n\nAlready he could feel the tension and pressure start to grow from inside. On some of his nighttime visits he would go for three or even four rounds with her, often out by that lone mesquite tree near the edge of the pasture: he would always focus on her first and then finished himself up afterwards, steeped in and dripping with the beast’s scent and presence all around him, often to the point where he still smelled like her even after a brisk jog back home and the shower that followed. Then, usually, in the morning he couldn’t resist another round upon tossing the bedsheets back and receiving a quick, thick blast of the stench of her saliva soaked into his pubic fur and smeared across him.\n\nHe gritted his teeth, grunted, and tightened his grip on her head, feeling himself come closer and closer to the edge. But it’ll be embarrassing if I finish so quickly… he thought, glancing over to where Renesco eagerly watched, but maybe then I can take a break and do a little something for her instead, and… and the cow wriggled a bit and started to pull back, so he released his grip and let her retreat. A thick, glistening rope of drool connected her broad lips to his shaft, with a few stray flecks and fibers of half-chewed grass caught within his fur. As he caught his breath Julan moved to strip his shirt off too; he turned briefly to drape it over the stall wall behind him, then turned forward again and received a full view of Daisy’s generous backside with the cow having turned herself fully around in front of him.\n\nRenesco leaned in, patted her cheek, and then rose from where he sat to come over and lean against the wall near Julan. The skunk blushed again and moved as if to cover himself, then realized what he was doing and deliberately dropped the pretense.\n\n“Wouldja look at that,” the sheep rumbled. He motioned with one hand towards the bovine’s presented backside, then shifted where he leaned against the wall so that he could continue fingering himself with the other. “That’s as clear a sign to me as any – one of the horses, whenever he sees me pass by, backs right up against the fence and lifts his tail since he wants his donut sucked so badly, and knows that I’m always happy to do so. But, hey-” He nudged him with his elbow. “-Be a gentleman and return the favor, yeah?”\n\nJulan glanced over to him, then down at Daisy’s backside, then up to the sheep again. “Y-yeah,” he breathed, and half-crouched to bring himself level with the base of her tail… and the sloppy, slick concentration of wrinkled folds sagging underneath, twitching, shifting with each swing or step. This was also a familiar spot for him, and the previously overwhelming scent now wafted across him with warm, thick familiarity; the skunk closed his eyes and took in a slow breath of the feral’s musk, letting its sharp spice roll along his tongue and tingle in the back of his throat before swallowing it down, as though he were drinking the air instead.\n\nFor a moment he remained there, one paw lightly gripping one of her hindlegs while the other hovered in the air above his own shaft, wanting to touch yet holding himself back for fear of finishing too quickly. His nose tingled with the weight of her scent, rich and earthy and bitter yet still sharp; he came forward a little closer and just brushed his lips across some of those folds surrounding her tailhole, feeling the gathered crusts and flaky chunks, all bits and pieces that just reminded him that this was her, was Daisy.\n\nAgain his eyes drifted shut, his mouth fell open, and he let his tongue flop out to begin his work… but then a firm, strong hand settled on the back of his head, angled him down a bit, and directed him right in towards the loose, limp meat of her sex hanging down beneath greasy folds of flesh. Renesco pressed him in from behind, burying the front half of Julan’s snout among those sleek, silken walls; Daisy rumbled in front of him and pushed back, easing him deeper, while the skunk squirmed and wriggled with all of that thick wetness coating his nostrils, soaking into his fur, catching along his lips. He swallowed and then did so again, and again, the cow’s also-familiar taste dribbling across his tongue; he churned his jaw, sucked, slurped, and swallowed, breaths puttering noisily out between the sticky warmth closing around him.\n\nBoth paws came up to press against her broad hind end, fingers pushing in along her smooth, well-kept pelt. Every time Julan tried to tug himself back, Renesco’s grip tightened, just as Daisy’s eagerness pushed her back around him as well; he felt his muzzle socket into her, parting her sex around him with the thick, sticky wetness of her arousal rolling down his chin and across the fur of his chest. During his own visits, sometimes he had slid both paws inside of her and spread her open, parting these inner walls of meat and pulling them open so that they slopped wetly away from one another, and then he would lean in and sniff at her scent straight from the source, but – never quite like this, where there was literally nothing he could breathe other than her. Some of that slickness even shot up into his nose a bit with his struggle to breathe, and before long he pushed and squirmed and tried to free himself, footpaws brushing across the hay coating the floor, and-\n\n-finally Renesco let him free, though it took the skunk a moment to realize it: Daisy was just squeezing around him that hard, with the juice of her arousal wrapping in around the fur of his muzzle and keeping him buried as though she did not want him out. Still, though, he had to rest back against the stall wall to catch his breath for a moment, at the same time slopping his paw across his muzzle to clear the clinging sheen of cow that completely covered him; it pulled away in thick strands as he did so, rolling and dripping, and through foggy eyes pulsing with the beat of his heart he watched as the sheep returned to his stool on the other side of the stall, sat down, spread his legs, and now leaned back to present himself to the cow.\n\nDaisy’s ears perked and the feral sniffed at him, then came closer, took a half-step in, nosed down along his wide belly. I suppose… it makes sense that… she’s familiar with him, Julan thought, finally coming back to himself. He reached forward, bunched the thumb and fingers of one paw together into a gathered point, pressed this up against Daisy’s slick, wet sex, and easily slid in halfway to the elbow, where he felt those same inner walls flexing, clenching, slurping around him. He drew himself forward, lining his hard cock up with his other paw. After all, he actually works here… and she’s spent time with him… so if she trusts him, then I suppose I should too, and…\n\nDaisy spread her hind legs as Julan’s paw slopped up inside of her. He felt her shiver and then grind down onto him, working the back end of her body; meanwhile, ahead of her Renesco shuddered, sighed, and let his head drift back with his eyes shut and mouth open again, and soon he, too, began working his hips in rhythm against the feral’s snout.\n\n“God, there’s… just something about an animal’s tongue…” the sheep rumbled. He grasped at Daisy’s horns and tugged her in a little closer, riding along her nose until even from here Julan could see the streaks of wetness from his arousal smearing across her while she licked. “Can’t – get enough of it…”\n\n“Tell me about it,” Julan breathed in response. He nestled himself right up in between succulent, sloppy lips, dragged himself around a bit to scoop up some of those glistening, hanging ropes of mucus, then nudged downwards and pushed on in. The sensation zapped throughout his loins, up his lower back, and shivered out through his arms and muzzle; his head went back, he scrunched his eyes shut, and he gritted his teeth for a moment, before letting out the sigh that he had just taken in. “I haven’t been interested in… anyone else since I found… her…”\n\nSlowly he worked himself into a rhythm here behind her, paws on the wide, angular shape of her haunches, holding on for the leverage behind each forward thrust. Despite the size difference between the two of them – just as Renesco had said, Julan knew that he could dig inside of her up to his shoulder if he really wanted to do so again – it still felt so divine to press deep inside of her, to feel the sagging wetness of the rest of her sex squishing in against his sack, and then to draw back, throb, and sink in again. He could tell that she felt the same as well: Daisy lifted her tail up and out of the way for him, and occasionally even tried to wrap it around his chest to hold him in. Still she focused between Renesco’s legs as well, head shifting with her careful licking while he moaned and grinded and rode her snout, but every now and then the cow half-lifted her head to glance back at where the skunk’s hips smacked against her rump, again and again.\n\nHe had cooled down from her mouth-work somewhat, but still felt the approaching peak sizzling deep inside of him… and despite himself, watching the way Renesco enjoyed her as well, seeing how the cow gladly, eagerly plied her tongue against, around, inside of him, helped him smoothly along. Julan leaned forward to rest across her broad back, now pulling her back against him as much as he pushed forward. He closed his eyes, rested his head along her back, and focused there for a moment, driving forward into her, feeling each and every twitch and clench and squeeze of loose, floppy bovine lips around him, the tickle of her dripping wet arousal rolling down his sack and plopping into a sticky pool between his spread footpaws, and above all, drawing in breath after breath of her warm, humid, familiar scent, as sweetly tainted as it was by the overwhelming, intoxicating richness of her musk now drying into the fur of his muzzle. As he thrust, breath coming and going in urgent little gasps, Julan swirled his tongue out across his lips to slurp off that taste.\n\nAhead of him Renesco sighed, shivered, and dragged Daisy’s head down between his legs again. He lifted up, trembled in the air for a moment, then settled back down, some of the tension vibrating out of his body. “Y’know…” he breathed in between moans, “the ranch has been considering bringing in some… real nice, strong bulls to breed some of our cows like her. Get us some good calves…”\n\nStill rhythmically thrusting, riding through the delicious sensation of pounding deep into Daisy here in front of him, Julan let his mind wander. He imagined how that would look, with the big, strong bulls – he had seen some of those out in the pastures as well, and had kept his distance even after seeing the impressive weights they carried between their hind legs – mounting the other cows, thrusting in like him, leaving the heifers nice and sloppy and wet and panting.\n\n“J-just…” He swallowed again, drew back so that only the end of his shaft remained inside of her, then slowly sank in again. “Not… Daisy…”\n\nHis ears folded back at the sound of Renesco’s answering giggle. The sheep held Daisy’s snout up and to the side a bit so that he could now more vigorously finger himself with his other hand. “No? Well, then… I suppose we could probably arrange for you to breed her instead. Maintain the lines, and all that. I don’t know exactly how it goes, but…” Then he sat back again, and this time did not need to guide Daisy in to continue slurping away at him. “Hah… you’d be kept warm, and fed, and watered, just like all the other stud bulls…”\n\nJulan gritted his teeth. He thrust deep, buried there, felt the slick, sticky, delicious wet heat wrapped snug around him, and tensed up.\n\n“...and I bet you’d love to father her calves if you could, huh? Hell, who knows, maybe it’s possible. We’d just have to – run you on her throughout the day, of course. That’d be your job here: breeding your Daisy, filling her up, as often as you can., and-”\n\nAnd Julan could not hear the rest over his own breathy, urgent moans as he tumbled over the edge, the intensity as always taking him by surprise. He drew back, pounded forward, slid back again, pushed in – and was glad for Daisy’s large, solid presence underneath him for the way that one of his footpaws lifted off the ground, and how he crumpled in around her with each powerful, breathtaking spurt shooting inside. It seemed to go on longer than any other, with the skunk gritting his teeth, grunting, panting long after Renesco had trailed off; then afterwards, still buried inside of her, he lifted up a bit more so he could slump limp across the cow’s backside, the heated scent of her body and arousal wafting around him.\n\nThere he drifted among the sweet mist of his finish, ears perked to the sounds of the barn and Renesco’s own growing urgency. Julan managed to open his eyes just wide enough and just in time to see the sheep gasp, jerk, and buck upwards against the cow’s snout a few times, then slouch back in his chair – and brush her away as she tried to continue lapping at him.\n\nThen for a moment the two just sagged there, satisfied and exhausted, with the still-eager cow in between them. Julan basked in the sweet, sticky heat of her overflowing arousal oozing down between his legs. Now that he had the permission to do so, he imagined just staying here like Renesco had said, lying down in the corner with Daisy against him, sprawling across her, dozing off…\n\nAnd as if reading his mind the sheep shifted, grunted, and stood up. “Well,” he rumbled, “I gotta shower and then head off to bed, since I do gotta work tomorrow.”\n\nIt took Julan a moment to find the ability to speak. “Oh. Oh, yeah. Um, I’ll…”\n\n“My offer to you is still open, by the way.”\n\n“Offer-?”\n\n“Yeah. Stay for a week, mess with the cows – er, Daisy – and I can watch.”\n\nHe had completely forgotten about that amid everything else. “Oh! Oh, yeah, I…”\n\n“We do have a guest bed in the couch…” Instead of getting dressed, Renesco just draped his clothing over his arm and went over to the stall door. He nodded towards the corner of the space. “If you want it.”\n\nThe skunk was going to respond, but then lost control all over again as Daisy pulled forward off of him, his half-hard cock slopping out of her, flinging a thick rope of his own load mixed with her wetness towards the ground. She turned to face him, nuzzled up against his sack, and then moved to settle down into the corner of the stall. Julan started wiping himself off a bit, avoiding the sheep’s gaze.\n\n“There’s blankets,” Renesco went on, “and pillows, of course. Air conditioning, heating…”\n\nDaisy looked up at Julan, eyes wide and bright. He glanced to the sheep, then down to the beast, then up to him again…\n\n“I’d…” He swallowed. “Like to sleep with… my… girlfriend. Please.”\n\nRenesco trailed off, though the corner of his mouth quirked in a smile. He closed the stall door behind him. “Is that a yes to the blankets and pillow? I can run ‘em over from the house. God knows I could use the cardio.”\n\nSlowly, carefully, the skunk climbed in behind the cow and settled into place, heart thumping. This was another thing he had fantasized of a few times, though often ended up pushing away for thinking it would never happen. “Y-yeah,” he managed, resting his head on his shoulder. “That would… that would be nice.”\n\n“Great. I’ll get you those, and then…” Renesco raised a hand as he trundled down the aisle towards the door; as he turned away Julan scooted forward, leaned in, nestled his muzzle in against Daisy’s neck, and planted a slow, soft kiss to her pelt there. “I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early. Good to have ya.”" }