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It had been several days since he had been back to the breeding facility and the news that came out of it was all the more concerning. Every single female that was tested so far had turned out to not be pregnant, despite the constant rate at which males were brought in to fertilize a female.

The dire news had weighed heavy on Maurice's mind. He wasn't normally someone to think too deeply on subjects about current events, but this seemed to be something more far reaching than what he could understand. He tried to tell himself that there was nothing he could really do about it and that he shouldn't worry. But he did. A lot.

In an attempt to keep his mind off of things he launched back into his normal routine of work at the Dairy Sweet farm. There was no better activity to keep his mind occupied than organizing the bales of hay in the hayloft. He was working hard as the bales came over the conveyor one after another in rapid succession. Another farmhand in the bed of a huge cage trailer was loading them on at a rapid pace.

It was hard, tiring work but it was made easier with the help of one other. Charlotte was another farmhand that was a heavy lifter like Maurice. She was a cow but she wasn't the kind that enjoyed being a bred. She liked to get her hands dirty and do hard labor. In a lot of ways she reminded Maurice of himself. She wasn't the most beautiful in the face, but there was hardly an ounce of fat on her. She had a lean frame with large breasts and a muscular backside. She could toss bales of hay as good as the bull and she acted more male than female.

It was between loads of hay that the two were finally able to sit down and rest. Maurice had started baling with a flannel shirt on with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of jeans. He had since discarded his shirt in lieu of the oppressive heat that had settled inside of the loft, not to mention that hay dust just made the whole experience that much worse.

Maurice gave a heavy sigh as he settled on a double stacked bale and rested against a similarly made wall. The tough, prickly stalks of hay didn't much bother him through the thick fur of his body, plus he was used to the feeling by then. Charlotte suckled at a bottle of water and did much the same. She had been wearing the same as the bull, and when she glanced over at him she gave a huff. The lack of upper body clothing was a nice, cooling idea and she decided that she was going to join him.

Maurice had his eyes closed and was trying to recover some stamina for the next load of hay to come in. it was only when he heard the cow begin to shuffle around that he opened his eyes in time to see the muscular woman pull her shirt and bra from over her head. The sight of her large breasts was quite appealing, as they were perfectly round with large, pink nipples at the center of each.

It wasn't the first time Maurice had seen her tits, hell, there wasn't a woman on the farm that the bull hadn't seen completely naked and fucked. He didn't much flinch but he did let out a whistle of appreciation. Charlotte laughed and sat back down on her spot. "Hope you don't mind me joining you like this, Maury," She said confidently, her voice being somewhat deep and husky. She wore a grin as she stared him right in the eyes, as if challenging him to say otherwise.

"Not at all. Always a pleasant sight to see your tits," he remarked back and winked at her.

"Yeah, I know how you feel about tits," she chuckled and stroked a hand over both of her large breasts, pulling each of them up and letting go. They bounced on their way down and jiggled profusely. The bull watched them until they settled before replying.

"Seems like it's been hotter before and you hadn't taken your shirt off. Feeling special today?" he said while grabbing a stalk of hay and placing it between his lips.

Charlotte shrugged. "Maybe it's just hot and I'd like my boobs to be admired every once in a while," she grinned and emphasized her words by placing her forearms on either side of her breasts and squeezing them together. "Remember back in the corn field last week?"

She was of course referring to when she and him had gotten too playful after a hard day's work and he had chased her into the forest of six foot tall corn stalks. When he finally found her, she was naked and lying on the ground with her legs spread open and two fingers in her cunt. He spent the next half hour eating her pussy out and then after she had cum, he fucked her tits until he painted them white with jizz. The memory of that day made him smile fondly and nod.

"Ah yes, I do remember that quite well," he said happily.

"You never did fuck me. Why was that?" she asked and dropped her arms back into her lap. The bull shrugged a little.

"I didn't want to get you pregnant. All the girls around the farm are in the motherly mood, after all." He watched her shift to a more forward leaning position.

"Haven't you heard? Everyone is affected by Blight. We can't seem to get pregnant," she said with a surprisingly uplifted tinge to her voice.

"So I've heard," he replied with a quirked brow. "Why are you bringing this up?"

"Well, none of the girls you bred have gotten pregnant, have they?" she pressed.

"As far as I know," he said softly.

"Well then, it's safe to say I'm not going to get pregnant," she concluded with a wink.

Maurice laughed and shook his head. "Damn, you've got balls. Right here and right now? What if someone sees us?"

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