Village of the Cows 2: Heir to the Chief (Patreon)

Callback to an older story I started to continue but fell off somewhere. Part 1 was back here https://www.patreon.com/posts/52234010, where a traveling researcher stumbles into a village of cowgirls and becomes their solitary male/breeder/bull. I'd made mention of a chieftess at one point and apparently people liked her by the comments, so I set up a chapter just for her. 

The story's easy and fun! It's just a bit to make it interesting ways to continue besides going "yes more cows please." Which is still a pretty good reason...

world. His possessions had been taken from him weeks ago and he wasn’t sure what the natives had done with them. It felt hard to worry about such things when he was being kept like a prisoner but treated like a king.

He had literally fallen into the village of cowgirls. They were large, busty women throughout with bovine horns, tails and hooves. They were stocky and strong, and even more notably, entirely female. Bill was treated with a sanctity and care that indicated he was the only male they had seen in a lifetime. They didn’t have anyone even resembling a teenager, reinforcing the idea that they repopulated themselves with amazonian methods of capturing, breeding and keeping any wandering men (like himself).

All this amounted to a waiting list of horny, desperate women dying to get a piece of his cock. He was fed their rich food and kept locked away in his warm hut, wearing nothing but a loaned loincloth in the humid rainforest weather. Perhaps it was something in the food and the fetishistic fantasy of it all, but Bill was content to stay where he was. Every day, more cowgirls came to his carefully guarded hut and would promptly and happily empty his balls into them with their method of choice.

It was mind-numbingly exhausting at first. He was a field researcher, not an athlete, so he wasn’t able to do much but fuck a couple girls, eat and pass out for a while. As time went on, he was getting in better shape and certainly building up his stamina. The hearty food of the cowfolk was invigorating to go with their hard work of farming or hunting, and he was in the best shape of his life after a couple months in their captivity. He was slowly being given more freedom, but there were always guards present by the hut to keep him from going too far. And to keep any snooping women from draining him out of turn.

He didn’t get to see much of their culture from the “front yard” of his hut, or more that there wasn’t much to see. The cowgirls were hardworking folk, often busy crafting or harvesting one thing or another. They would often look at him to wave or giggle, since Bill stood out wildly as the shortest and least chesty person for miles around. He had enough expertise in languages that he had pieced together their native tongue, finding it all roughly built around words associated with cows to begin with.

The woman he’d identified as their chief arrived one day. She was a large and broad woman, most notable for her tall horns that faded from white to light brown. Her long, thick dark hair was streaked with a few patches of white and her pale skin sported some familiarly cow-like patches of black, as if some strangely specific form of albinism. A few rough silks hung over her shoulders and hips, covering up her nipples and privates.

“Morning, Bill bull,” she greeted with a warm and sagely smile. Her maturity was clear by her long horns and some of the biggest tits he’d even seen in the cow village.

“Good morning, Fern,” Bill welcomed. “You’re looking well as always.”

She really was in excellent shape, solid and stocky despite the softness of her build. She had also been treating him very kindly, all things considered, for being not allowed to leave the village. He was given anything he needed to live comfortably, and she’d been very straightforward with explaining what was going to happen to him. She had also been the one to start and enforce the waiting list so the grinding cowgirls didn’t just fuck the life out of him in the first couple days where he’d just die of dehydration.

“You flatter,” Fern scoffed back playfully.

She sat on his bed, which was immensely solid and packed with pillows and blankets for how much use it got (as well as needing frequent cleaning). She patted an open space on the bed in a universal gesture to invite Bill to join her. He did as she asked.

“You have been doing great things for my people, bull,” she praised him. The chieftess showed much more control and patience than the others, not even slinging an arm around his shoulders to squeeze him into her.

“I wouldn’t say I have much say in it, but I can’t say it hasn’t been unpleasant either,” he translated, knowing her English had been choppy at best when they first met.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Fern said with a nod. “I’m just afraid I have more to ask of you. Nothing you haven’t done before, but a more personal favor, if I may.”

Bill nodded, never sure how much of this was stockholm syndrome and how much was just loving the non-stop parade of curvy women and sex.

“I see you’re doing your job well as a bull. Several of your lovers have ended up with calves on the way.”

He was a little surprised to hear. It wasn’t actually the first thing on his mind, but it was always the goal of the visitors. He supposed that was why some of them didn’t come back, though time was a bit of a blur to him lately.

“Now as the leader of my people, I must ensure that they have a leader. I’m already reaching my sixtieth summer…”

Bill almost choked. Apart from the huge tits, the woman looked like a healthy 40-year old. Apparently they were very healthy if not long-lived people.

“So I have a few dozen more left ahead of me…”

Yep. Clearly long-lived. It must be how they survived this long without any males among them.

“So I was hoping you would help me breed an heir. A chance to form a future chieftess is not always available, so I would appreciate your help in continuing my lineage.”

“I’d be happy to,” Bill promptly agreed.

It was much more formal than the other women who had come to mate with him, so it was hard to say no. Bill’s hand roamed over her meaty thigh, tracing one of the black blotches before letting his hand slip under her loincloth. She had a humid warmth radiating off her privates as Bill rubbed around her curly-haired mound. Fern gave a very soft exhalation of breath, making her huge breasts rise and drop back down heavily. The woman had a patient and serious air about her at all times, so it was surprisingly pleasant to see her relax a little.

The cowfolk were not subtle. Even as their leader, her instincts quickly got the better of her. She took the final lean in to bump her swaying, garbage bag-sized tits into him. It was a common approach that was about as close as the cowgirls came to being flirty; to harmlessly wrecking ball their boobs into a potential mate. Her nipples alone were the size of the palm of his hand, and clearly hard as they poked his chest. Fern firmly kissed Bill, enough that she just kept going and pinned him to the bed. Her tits alone weighed enough to keep even the newly experienced bull trapped beneath her as they overflowed over his chest. Her plump body and thick limbs followed fluidly as the mass of sweaty heat pressed against him. It was like getting pounced in slow motion so that she made sure she didn’t crush him by mistake with all her meat.

Fern started planting lighter and more rapid kisses on his lips. Her tongue slid out here and there, a little thicker and stronger than a human’s tended to be. It had become one of many little surprises that Bill had learned to adore about his stay here as he groped the sides of the chieftess’ bosom. They were far too big to palm them completely, but he had no trouble making the soft but heavy orbs squish beneath his grasp. The stocky chieftess’ moaned into his mouth, turning into the inevitable soft mooing the horny tribeswomen made.

Fern only had to shake her hips and shoulders to toss her garments aside. Her breasts wobbled around like massive water balloons, and Bill could feel the liquid noises inside her chest that was her milk sloshing around in her glands.

As the chieftess licked and sucked on his lips, he brought his hands under the heavy mounds of titflesh. It took some blind seeking before he found her nipples and squeezed around their base, stimulating her udders even further. Few things excited them as much as a capable milking, so even the seasoned chieftess gawked as her eyes fluttered. Her hands traced down his sides and tugged aside his own loose loincloth, exposing his cock to pop up and smack gently against her womanhood. The tall tan woman shifted her hips, grinding her pussy over its length. The sliding of her body made her huge breasts rise with her, squashing over the lower half of his face. He could still see Fern smiling softly at him as she cupped his balls, seeming to navigate the space between him and her thick flesh better than he could.

“Make my calf a strong one, bull,” she purred before letting her body slip back down, measuring him out and taking him inside her.

The thick, mature cow’s ample curves clapped against themselves, colliding anywhere a part of her thickness overlapped with another. Her wobbling tits bounced into each other consistently, making the deep cleavage splash him with flecks of her steadily building sweat. Her bovine tail swept along with her humping, brushing its fluffy tip against his legs in time with her bobbing ass cheeks. Even her slight belly plapping against her thick thighs as she slid her body up and down him with the expected stamina and strength of her kind. The breed-hungry cow gripped Bill by his shoulders, squeezing them in her strong grip to keep pulling herself harder and him deeper with her thrusts.

“I see… mouu… what all the fuss is… about,” the chieftess panted as her padded muscle pumped away at him.

Her soft thighs squeezed together at the peak of each thrust, cradling the base of Bill’s cock and balls while seeming to do some milking of their own. Bill just kept pawing at her smothering tits, focusing on making sure his nose was free enough to stay breathing while keeping one of her nipples sucked into his mouth. He tugged at it with his lips and teeth, occasionally slurping loudly to gulp down a mouthful of drool and milk. A short, gasp of a moo followed every thick swallow, so he kept massaging around her chest and rubbing down her areola with his tongue to keep her fired up.

As Fern seemed to reach a peak to her hunger, she slid back just enough to straddle his legs and let her huge tits flop into his lap. Their constant jiggling and sweaty warmth felt amazing, stirring his enduring cock up to full strength within a few seconds. He could see her wide bottom settling on the heels as her pure white milk leaked from her excited nipples. Fern barely had to move at all to let them shift back and forth, nuzzling his pre-leaking cock before she mounted it properly. His dick was straight up in the air, a perfect mount for the chieftess’ ironic choice in a cowgirl position. She moaned as she bounced in place, handling him like a misused pogostick until his sturdy bedding creaked beneath them. Watching her plump and powerful body bob as her huge tits swung up and flopped back down to clap against her stomach in a splash of sweat and milk was an absurdly primal and arousing sight, especially as she ran her hands through her hair. It left her curves free to sway and jiggle as they pleased, compelling Bill to run his palms over her stomach and tits as they traveled as they may.

Fern panted in what was either a more complex phrase in the local language than Bill could understand or just actual horny nonsense as she pushed down on him again and again. She stopped to shudder for a moment, but even her own quick, runny orgasm onto his lap didn’t slow her down for long. She went right back at it, ignoring that there was just one more fluid involved in their sloppy breeding. Bill soon joined her in groaning nonsensically and batting his eyes as he came inside her. His cock swelled against her loose pussy and hard clit, shooking a thick payload of his fertile cream towards her womb. He felt her body tense and she leaned forward, grinding her hips in short, rapid thrusts while holding him inside her. She breathed a few deep, husky sighs, dripping sweat onto him as she captured all his seed that she could get. Her strong hands rested on his chest as she leaned in, rubbing down his torso as she moved.

“More… I need more, Bill bull. Seed my valley full,” she managed to moan before licking her lips with that thick tongue of hers.

She rolled her shoulders, an aching look in her eyes of both desire and soreness. She begrudgingly slid off his dick, just to turn towards the other end of the bed. Her huge, tan bottom and the slender whip of a tail faced him as she leaned forward, her face vanishing behind her big, bushy black hair, spotted bovine ears and massive horns. She raised her meaty ass as high as it could go as her legs parted, offering up her opened slit that leaked a messy mix of his and her cum.

“Please,” she added with a hint more desperate lust to her voice.

If the curvy, bent over and motherly cowgirl begging to be stuffed with his cum wasn’t breedable, Bill didn’t know what did. He grabbed her thick hips to pull himself up, stuffing himself into Fern from behind. She immediately reacted with a husky “MOO!” of pleasant surprise as she arched her back, throwing her round ass back into him. It was big enough where it would have gotten in the way of him reaching her pussy if she weren’t tall enough for it not to matter. The musky squelching of him pounding her pussy was as visceral as it felt, plunging her needy and loosening womanhood. He stuffed in their old cum deeper inside her while he grabbed her horns, pulling the signs of her age and authority like they were nothing but handlebars to help in his pleasure. Fern’s ears folded flat against her head and shoulders, letting out a shrill scream of unbridled pleasure. She arched her back and spread her legs even wider, opening herself completely to his mating. They seemed to have found a perfect sync in their blind desire to impregnate the wet and leaking cow.

Fern’s bull released one of her horns to give a firm spank against her thick ass. He couldn’t see her face but her shrill squeaking made it clear enough. Her eyes and mouth were watering as her mind went numb went pleasure, humiliation mixing with pride in her arousing posture. Her body shuddered, trembling through another more intense orgasm that went squirting down Bill’s thighs. The lusty liquid tickling his balls triggered him to respond in kind, so as her pussy clenched around him he fired off an even thicker load inside her. The tightness made it seem to bubble its way inside her, squeezing in any crack it could as he filled the big bovine with his seed. Her eyes and mouth were stuck wide open until she bit her lip, shaking in an earthquake of jiggling flesh that wriggled his cum deeper inside her.

With a quivering sigh, Fern collapsed onto the bed. Her bulk dragged Bill along with her, her mighty thighs dragging him down with her. He stumbled on his weary legs, falling down on top of her while he was still stuck inside her. His twitching dick spat out its last few drops, feeling like he’d emptied his balls inside her. He gladly let himself crumble against her broad, soft bulk like a sweaty pillow as he buried his face into her bushy hair.

“I may…” Fern started before having to clear her throat.

“This may have been my only time, but I’d have to say it felt like you did an… EXCEPTIONAL job, bull.”

She reached back to fondly scratch at his hair. Even the little gesture sent tingles down his spine as he shivered against her. Fern cooed and twitched as that left him pulsing inside her messy pussy again.

“I’m glad to help the tribe,” Bill said, feeling a little surprised by how much he meant it.

He had never planned on any of this happening when he left on his expedition, but finding a new species of plant was nothing compared to this opportunity. Discovering a new culture was one thing, but being chosen as the sole breeder of their entire species was an honor. A thrilling, boner-inducing honor. The chieftess sat back up, sliding him off her back and ass to calmly reclaim her sparse clothing.

“Take your time, bull. I’ll see that they freshen your food and water and let you rest before we send in any more. You’ve still a whole herd awaiting you,,” she said with a soft smile and a sage nod.