Comfy Clouds is a big-bootied cutie working at a farm that handles cow ponies, some of which have rather large assets. Surely a femcolt isn't to worry with a dickmare bull around, is he?
Comfy Clouds is a cute pegasus femboy working at a farm. This particular farm is a bit unusual compared to others, considering its livestock are also other - more bovine - ponies.
Although Comfy is a boy with a big butt, surely nothing can go wrong. Especially not when he's around an especially well-endowed bull by the name of Summer Solstice.
Comfy Clouds groaned, nerves awash in the disorienting mix of extreme discomfort and pleasure that came from being stretched to his absolute limits. His eyes switched between closed and half-lidded to focus on the pony atop him, head lolled to the side with a skull that buzzed his brain into mush. Too seized by the moment to move of his own volition, his body simply acted by itself, hind legs kicking at empty air and forehooves pawing at the earth below without anything else to do or hold onto.
As the hung cow above him drove every inch of her deep-drilling bull-cock into his tight boy-pussy, he faintly grasped enough wherewithal to wonder how he'd gotten into this situation. The cow he'd been assigned to take care of and handle - Summer Solstice was her name, or at least it had been once upon a time - was typically more well-behaved than the others. He'd often been curious why she was the most docile despite being the most virile and productive of all the bull-cows on the ranch, but he'd never felt the need to think on the matter. Now, he wondered if that not knowing had ultimately led to the horny creature pinning him down into a firm and unrelenting mating press.
"Mah... mmoooooooo...!" Summer lowed, interrupting Comfy's internal musings to put his attention on her. He struggled to crane his neck upwards, having to actively focus on pulling his tongue back into his slack jaw. His gaze, blurry as it was, met hers. What looked back into him was a pair of gorgeously sparkling aquamarines, like the glittering surface of a tropical sea.
Sparkle or not though, they were utterly devoid of intelligence. He was vaguely aware that, at some point, all the various cattle on the farm were normal sapient ponies just like him. The higher-ups never really told him much. He was just supposed to take care of any cow or bull that he was assigned and his duties and inquiries ended there. Peering into those eyes though, he found it hard to think they had ever once held even a little brainpower beyond raw animal instinct. All the same, he could see beyond the feral hunger and lust for his body and juicy breedhole an endless fount of love for a handler she cared for dearly.
She gave another lowing 'moo', and after a particularly brutal thrust against his cervix that made him whine, she leaned down to lick his cheek as if to apologize for any pain caused. Her tongue was flat and broad, more so than normal equines as was expected for a mostly bovine pony such as her. She lapped his cheek again, lovingly, as if she were grooming him.
"Ah-I-" He huffed, shuddering at the sensation of her hot breath against his fur. Mercifully, she'd slowed her pace to something more reasonable than her brutal hip-breaking rhythm, but the thanks for that was cut by the flat teeth clamping on his sensitive neck. He gasped, arching his back, and the involuntary shiver ran down to between his thick thighs for a firm squeeze around her hole-ruining fuck-tool. "I luhlove you too, buh-but you should really-"
Comfy didn't get the opportunity to finish before she pulled away, reared her hips back, and slammed forward with enough force to push his body back against the grass and dirt. His eyes shot open, pupils shrinking to pinpricks as a sharp series of stabs and mind-numbing bliss wracked his body. With that buck, not only had she thoroughly battered his cervix, but her flare had completely burst past it. He opened his mouth to scream, but after a few moments of no sound coming out he instead gave a high-pitched moan of whorish delight.
If what he'd been experiencing for the past however long he'd been getting his cunt intricately re-shaped was like being shoved, the new motions that Summer settled into now were akin to being slammed into a concrete wall. He could barely even speak, merely laying back to endure with limp limbs that twitched and jerked, lungs burning and spittle foaming through clenched teeth.
This was what being claimed felt like, he realized. Oh stars, oh Sun and Moon, she wasn't going to pull out. He knew that now. Why had he thought any differently before? She was just a dumb breeding bull, obviously her primitive goal from the beginning was to knock him up.
Worse still was he could tell she was nearing her orgasm. Her thrusts were quickly becoming more erratic, and the throbs of her womb-stretching she-meat were getting faster. And why did she have to be so fucking huge? Her head-dwarfing, cum-churning cannonballs were one thing, only so large because she was a cum-cow, but her dick all by itself was thicker than his hoof. Were she not beast-brained livestock, he honestly could have pictured himself as her coltfriend, but he supposed he might as well be once he was carrying her spawn.
"F-f-fuck!" He cried, weeping from his eyes and spasming colt-cunny alike. Her nuts were going taut, sack drawing close to her heavy spunk-dumping testicles that left ass-wobbling impacts against his enormous, plushy boy-booty. "Y-you're going to... b-breed me...! Hnnnf!"
She gave her reply as a vocalization, the only kind she could possibly make, in the form of a nostril-flaring snort. They were both nearing the edge now, his pussy raw and tender and her plowing rod surging with aching pressure. Her crown flared wide in his womb, bulging out his belly even further than it already was, and no longer able to pull out and push back in with as much length as previously able to she resorted to fucking him in short, humping jerks.
With one final, pile-driving plunge, Summer raised her snout to the sky in a throaty moo as every part of herself delved to the deepest extent it could in Comfy's foal-slot. He came at the same time that she did, splattering her crotch with copious amounts of juices as her searing gallons of glue-thick babybatter poured into his belly like molten metal. In little time at all the bulge in his tum swelled outwards, burgeoning forth with enough bull-milk to fill a few heavy duty tankards. He felt fuller, warmer, happier in that seemingly everlasting moment than he had at any point before in his whole life.
"Y-yes, D-Daddy, make me your mare!" he begged. "Buh-breed me! Breed me! Br-breed mah-mooooooo...!"
In lieu of shoving his hooves over his mouth, he snapped is jaw shut. What had he just said?
Unfortunately for him, he wasn't able to ponder it any longer before the changes began. They were relatively slow to the outside observer, like watching a balloon slowly inflate, but to him it was so fast and hard-hitting he didn't even get the chance to process it before it was nearly done.
It came, all at once rather than one at a time. Nubs sprouted from his forehead as flat teats capped with nipples budded above his well-bred brood-hole. His ears lengthened, flopping out and downwards as if being stretched like taffy. Even his tail changed, the dock pushing outwards and consuming any hair until all that was left was an adorable tuft. The bumps blossomed into full cow horns, small and cute unlike Summer's jutting handlebars. But the most significant change was by far his new crotch-tits, growing quickly to be close to the size of Summer's orbs and brimming with as much milk as her testes did spunk.
After a little while of panting and puffing, Summer's length softened enough for her to pull out of her sow's pussy with a squelching wet pop. Comfy's belly immediately discharged whole cupfuls of his new stud-bull's steamy hot nut-slag, releasing the excess plugging up his tummy. It came gushing out from his aching boy-cunt like a freshly busted dam spilling forth its reservoir, thick as tar and so intensely warm it felt like simmering lava as it made the short journey down his sweaty, thoroughly sore ass to the grassy ground below. He was lying in a puddle of Summer's spent fuck-slop before his belly was even halfway drained. Despite that, his gut still looked like a pretty pink used condom. He certainly felt like one.
He looked up at her again, dimly, tongue hanging out and openly drooling onto his furred chest. She smiled at him dopily, nuzzling his cum-fat midsection as his forelegs curled in against his chest.
He opened his mouth to tell her something as his brain slowed to a crawl. When he managed to speak the word, his eyes were as dull and brainless as her own.
"Alright now ya 'lil cutie, c'mon over here." A soft voice commanded, pretty and melodic with a light southern twang, and so Comfy obeyed. She'd been assigned as his handler ever since his accidental transformation, and he'd grown quite fond of her. Led on by leather he trotted just behind her, his achingly swollen tits dragging on the grassy earth. It was fairly clear from anypony's perspective that the poor cunt-colt heffer was in desperate need of a thorough milking.
It wasn't long until they'd passed the green blanket of open fields, dotted with hay bales here and there and the occasional large tree that provided shade for the various others of his kind. Here on this part of the farm they were all breedable cows like him, mare or otherwise, unless they happened to have any extra equipment. Those had their own spot on the farm, and the same went with the bulls. Back when he'd been a regular pony he'd understood why that was necessary, but now that he was a horny cow boy he was just grumpy that he didn't get to be reamed ten ways to Sunday by any fat-cocked breeders around him at all times, especially his favorite one.
"And here we are, sweet thing." His handler announced, ushering him into his pen. She turned to face him and shot him a freckled smile that could melt hearts, and for a dumb animal like him made him instinctively obey. She was a beautiful mare with captivating emerald eyes, lily yellow fur, and a silken mane of pinks and rose, but she wasn't a bull and didn't even have a cock. Still, he could appreciate her puffy mound and its fertile scent. "You've done this all before, juss putcher fores up there and ah'll hook ya up just like a like."
He did so, eager and thankful at the prospect of having his painfully full teats relieved of their pressure. That relief came instantly as the cups sucked onto his plump nipples, making him give a girly, moaning moo of alleviated discomfort. Soon enough the machine was kicking into high gear and tugging forcefully at his milk-sloshing jugs, issuing forth an apparently endless stream of white into the plastic tubes.
For a while, Comfy merely stayed like that and let his body loosen, eyelids drooping far down and tongue lolling out his open jaw as his reservoir of milk was harvested from his ripe tankards. Earlier on, in the first few weeks of his existence as a cow pony, he may have taken the time to reflect on his circumstance a little. Back then, so long as he wasn't around any bulls or being fucked by them - his favorite in particular - he'd still be semi-intelligent, at minimum enough to think about things. But as time went on and with each opportunity he was granted to mate he got a little stupider, a little less capable, and by now he was as much a piece of livestock as any other.
He wasn't even aware his handler had left until he heard her hooves clip-clopping along the floor back towards him, alongside another set. He looked towards the new arrival, and his pussy gushed on the sight of who she'd brought with her return.
"Moo!" He called, and instantly a deeper, huskier "Moooo!" was called back.
"Figured you two could use a 'lil company. Ah know it's been a while since ya two spoke." She giggled at her own joke. "Plus, she's still gotta knock you right on up again since yer first batch came out last week."
He trembled with anticipation as Summer approached, his juicy folds winking rapidly at her as fluids dribbled out liberally between his hind legs, inevitably staining the fur of his breasts too. She got close behind him, snuffing and snorting his scent into her nostrils before giving a general grunt of approval and a long lick up his slit that left him whimpering.
"Go head, gal. Ah'll just be watchin' back here." The mare gestured, nodding towards Summer. That had been a thing he himself had done once upon a time, standing back to ensure no harm during the breeding process. He had been Summer's handler prior after all, and knew from that experience as an observer and current experience as her brood-sow that she often fucked rough.
And with those words spoken, that was all the she-bull fuck-stud needed to hear to get into position. She reared up and hooked her forelegs around the same steel bar he was using and drove her hips forward, mammoth dick-slab already pouring out of her sheath. So excited to breed her little heffer-bitch again though, even more than he was to be bred, she misaligned her trajectory and buried the blunt cockhead into his cleavage. That elicited a startled moo from him and a more irritated huff from her, and in her unintelligent frustration at sticking her dick in the wrong place she continued to pull out and thrust back in to try and plumb the correct depths she desired.
Ultimately, this led to him getting an impromptu titfuck from her massive tool. He faintly wondered if there would be any intervention to redirect her course, but the handler's subtle smirk communicated amusement more than anything. He was fine with that though, since it gave his globes extra stimulation, although the spurting pre from her tip was quickly making a mess of things. After a while of failing to pull back enough for a proper re-alignment however, even Summer seemed to start enjoying it despite her initial annoyance, panting with a glazed look in her eyes as her hips pistonned and swinging orbs whapped against his pillow-meat.
Eventually though, she did hit her mark. By that point the atmosphere had become humid and steamy, reeking of sweet-smelling cunt from mare and cow alike along with the virile stench of an alpha breeding bull. Through it all he'd whined and mooed in desperation to get his boy-hole stuffed, and so when that spear shunted itself hard into his depths he nearly cried in bliss. After that, it was all a matter of ritual. Summer had already been using his cleavage as a fleshlight for long enough to build her climax, and his overly sensitive pussy wasn't far behind from a release either.
When she came with a dominating groan and rush of hyper-potent bull-seed, he practically squirted himself silly from his snatch and milk-nozzles alike. Each hard throb and individual stream of steaming jizz-slop that slung into his chamber she'd punctuate with a brutal thrust, holding her root to his pubis until it had finished, only to rear back for another.
When it was done, they were both panting and he was almost unconscious. He was sad when he felt her slip out after a pause, but even as his handler left to bring her back to her section he smiled, knowing he'd satisfied her and that she'd satisfied him.
With a belly full of cum and his swaying tits well-drained, if he still had the mind to he wasn't sure he'd have changed that fateful day he became nothing more than just another sow at the farm. The life of a calf factory was bliss.
Comfy strained against the weight of his own breasts as he heaved the filled buckets into the air. It had been a couple years now since his 'incident' with Summer Solstice, and while with the aid of the farm he'd been employed under he'd been able to recover most of his mental faculties - though not all, it had to be said - other certain biological alterations remained impermeable. Namely, in this instance, his crotch-tits. He'd always had teats to go along with his boy-pussy before the change, but they'd swollen to the size of proper milk sloshers when he'd been turned into a stupid, mooing colt-sow.
Now that he was back to living a semi-normal life, they provided as much fun and pleasure as they did annoyance. Such as today, where the way they loudly sloshed and plapped against his thighs made the task of transferring milk much more of a pain. But here at least, in charge of the female and cunt-boy cows, he didn't need to worry about relapsing. The smell of their fertile juices, especially when in heat, would always get him more hot under the cowbell, but unlike bull musk it didn't send him into full on estrus.
After he'd recovered over several long months of re-training his addled brain, undergoing magical procedures, and taking psychological and physiological tests, the farm had re-employed him. He wouldn't be a simple milk maid though, not with his new productive bovine features. Breeding and impregnation proved too much of a risk to his fragile mental state, but they could still extract milk from him as part of his job. He got a not so inconsiderable cut of the profits from his own milk too, which was nice. The milking process itself however could sometimes have him going back to dumb, slutty moos, but it would end once the extraction did, so no harm to his long-term well being was chanced.
Clamped between his teeth, he set down the two buckets filled to the brim with fresh cream. In its proper station, it would await the unicorn employees to bottle it more efficiently. The whole routine was streamlined like that, ponies selected for the role that would best suit the assembly line, so to speak.
And with that done, so too was his first shift. His second was to attend to the cows themselves, make sure they were all doing well, eating as they should, being happy and stupid as they were meant to.
Outside of the barn interior, the early afternoon sun warmed his gentle pink fur. His tufted tail swished happily behind him, and he made his way to the fields.
When he arrived, he froze, wings asplay and wide-eyed. There, mere feet separated from him was the bull who had claimed him all that time ago. She was in the midst of burying herself nuts-deep into a plump cow-snatch, one he recognized as a former co-worker of his.
A million questions ran through his head. What was she doing here? Who let her out? Bulls weren't scheduled for mate-pairing until next month. Had Summer gotten herself out?
Those questions, useless, fell by the wayside when the bull noticed him. Her nostrils flared before her eyes moved, head turned. The first thing she recognized about him was his scent, still familiar after all that time.
He tried to run, or fly, but when he could finally will himself to move his damned tits got in the way. And then she was on top of him, huffing and slavering lustily. He tried to push her off, tried not to breathe in her feral stink, but he knew it was no use.
Before he could process what was happening, Summer's face was above his boobs and her crotch dripping sweat and liquid musk onto his face. He could only hold his breath for so long, and once she aimed and plunged her hoof-thick fuckstick downwards to fill his gullet that effort was rendered in vain. The untainted air was driven from his lungs, leaving his choice for breath singular in purpose - to fry his brain and turn him back into livestock, possibly forever.
But, the first intake soothed his worries. Why was he so afraid of that anyway? Sure, this hung, virile, gorgeous, perfect, amazing, wonderful bull was now battering his face with her overbloated floor-dragging balls, raping his throat with her ungodly monstrous bullcock, suckling and biting at his teats and gulping his milk. But why did he not want that? It felt good.
Instinctively, he half-mooed, half-moaned around her girth. Getting his puppies drained had that effect, and it felt that much better when his mate, his lover, his bull-goddess was doing it.
He fell into a natural rhythm quite quickly. His eyes fluttered closed - no point in having them open while she brutally slammed her beanbag ballsack against his skull. He pursed his pouty lips, vacuum-sealed them around her maremeat, hollowed out his cheeks, and lashed his tongue about feverishly where he could.
It didn't take long before Summer was unloading her own special brand of cream right into his tummy. She'd already been about to knock up another sow, who in the meantime had crawled over to the 69'ing couple to paw at the ground impatiently, waiting for her turn. Summer snorted at the intruder, tipping her head forward massive horns included to tell her to back off. In bovine language she made it known, this was her cow, and she'd get around to everypony else when she was done with him.
He hadn't a chance of keeping her climax down. It was positively volcanic, just the first shot alone visibly ballooning his tummy. The second expanded it further, third more, and fourth he couldn't keep down. It spilled and burst through the seal between his lips and her cock, splattering his face, Summer's swingers, and the ground with fuckreeking bullslop. More, more, more, more, more, until he grew so big his cumbelly forced Summer off of him.
And just like that, after nipping his ear and kissing him goodnight, he fell into blissful unconsciousness. Through his drowsy gaze, past the pink wall of his gut, he could see however barely his mate mounting the other cow again. He smiled, mooed, and fell asleep. He'd be lucky if he managed to recover again, but honestly?
