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Prompt: Cow!reader and bull!McCree. Reader is taken in as a breeder but wants a baby of her own. When her heat hits, McCree comes to the rescue.

Word Count: 4031

           Your
arrival to the ranch was met with quite a party. Being a valuable purebred
highland cow, you were considered a money bag to the owners of the ranch. They
sunk a lot of money into getting you, and now that you were theirs, they
intended to use you to bring in major cash. You were absolutely gorgeous. Long,
silky hair. Pristine, polished hooves. Thick, juicy hips. Wide, for easy birth.
You had curves for days, drawing the eye of every bull on the ranch. Truly, you
were the center of attention and you didn’t mind that much at all.

           However,
as much as you loved the attention, the ranchers kept you away from many of the
bulls who were lusting after you. You were meant to be bred with another
purebred like yourself, so you could give birth to the perfect calves. Anything less and the babies couldn’t be sold off
for much money at all. You were fully aware of the terms when you were given to
this ranch. You knew you were meant to be a breeder and you knew your children
would be sold off as soon as they were old enough. That didn’t make you any
more okay with it, though. Your motherly instincts were strong, and you yearned
to have a baby of your own, but due to your breed, you likely were going to
grow up and die without knowing the full extent of motherhood. That was just
the sad reality of your existence, and as much as you didn’t agree with it, you
just had to go along with it. In fact, you had only just settled in and the
ranchers were already making plans on pairing you with a fine bull. They just
had to look into local ranches and see who had a good match for you.

           You
made quick work getting to know all the other hybrids of the ranch. It was hard
to avoid them, really. Several approached you to welcome you, taking the time
to compliment your beauty and offer to give you a tour. You were used to this.
Males constantly tripping over themselves just to get your attention. It was
cute, really. There were some lean bulls, dairy cows, roosters, centaurs,
canines of the working class, all your typical ranching breeds. But, as you
were led to your pen, you picked up on a unique scent. Something musky and
strong, like burning tobacco, wet hay, and all things alpha. It wasn’t time for your heat to start just yet, so the smell
didn’t send you into a frenzy, but your interest had been piqued. The smell was
so delectable, so alluring. Why were you not paired with the source of that
smell? You saw him at the entrance of the barn. A large bull, huge, actually.
Massive muscles that his button-up could barely contain. Long, intimidating
horns that could pierce any foe. A menacing glare that spooked all the males,
but in only drew you in closer to him. He was big, strong, protective. The
alpha of all the bulls on the ranch. The rancher mentioned his name was Jesse
McCree. He was no purebred like you, just some common mutt that happened to get
pretty good genes. His size and strength were all he had going for him, for he
was made the watchman and protector of the ranch. Poachers and trespassers
alike were no match when McCree was on watch, so you were guaranteed absolute
safety and comfort.

           When
McCree made eye contact with you, you swore you could feel your heart soar. His
rough, mean expression softened as he gave a little smirk and a wink for you
just before you entered the barn. God, what a man, you think dreamily to
yourself. What you wouldn’t give to spend some time with him.

           Your fantasies are quickly interrupted, however, as you
are introduced to your new pen. Unlike full-blooded cows who are content
standing in empty stalls, hybrids are given living spaces with a bit more
class. Rather than plain stalls, the barn was mostly a long hallway with
several doors. It felt much more like an apartment complex. The floor was still
lined with hay, but each room had a chest to store belongings, a bed (actually
a large bail of hay with a thick comforter and blanket on top to avoid
irritation), and a dresser with a mirror so you can keep multiple outfits and
keep yourself looking lovely at all times. Each door had a small window, so
ranchers could peek in when needed, but other than that, the amount of privacy
was decent. The freedom, though? Could be better. Since you were so valuable,
and you were nearing the time of your heat, the ranchers took extra precaution
and installed a lock on your pen’s door, so no rambunctious males can knock you
up with an improper calf. Plus, since you arrived so late, it was about time
for you to be locked up anyway. You sadly look over your shoulder as you are
ushered into your pen. You see a glimpse of McCree’s tail swishing in the
doorway before you’re gently pushed into your room and the door is shut and
locked behind you. You wait until the ranchers leave before you press your face
into the glass of the window and strain your eyes trying to see any sign of the
bull who stood guard. Cooped up in your pen, you weren’t even able to smell him
very well anymore. You couldn’t help but pout as you yearned to at least talk
to your new bodyguard, but tomorrow would be a new day.

           The
next day, you were freed not too long after the sun rose. You were free to roam
the grounds as you pleased. You could graze, frolic, socialize, anything so
long as you stayed on the property and did not hop the wire fences placed all
along the property line. Lucky for you, (or maybe not so lucky?) you still
needed close watching to ensure you stay pure for proper breeding. It was
inevitable that the males would gather around you and try to court you, but
McCree was assigned to watch over you and keep everyone else in line. Jesse
didn’t hover over you like you assumed he would. He gave you plenty of space,
so you could maintain some independence. All he really needed to do to drive
any bulls away was just give a stern glare, and they were off. Looks to you
like Mr. McCree had made quite a name for himself on the ranch. Every bull on
the ranch feared him. No one dared question his authority or challenge him for
the alpha position. All the more reason to be attracted to him of course. Every
instinct in your body was screaming, telling you he held the perfect genetic
code to give you strong, healthy calves.

           You
dared to approach him in the early afternoon in order to express your gratitude
for his protection. There was a little gleam in his eye as you said that, a
small smile threatening to appear as you praised him wholeheartedly. Did he not
receive much praise? Or perhaps he was just happy to hear some from you. Either way, he was a very humble
bull, despite appearances. He tipped the cowboy hat on his head (likely stolen
from a rancher who was too scared to try and nab it back) and shyly gave his
thanks.

“Just doin’ my job, ma’am,” he said matter-of-factly,
shooting you a wink like the one he gave you the night before. You giggle in
response. Your body grows hot as you feel blood rushing to your cheeks.

“I uh… heard yer here as a breeder,” Oh lord. You
didn’t want to discuss this. Not with him, the bull you really shouldn’t be
attracted to.

“How you feel about that? Rather, have you done it
before? You experienced?”

That didn’t quite sit with you. He wasn’t trying to
peg you as a slut or something, was he?

“No,” you respond shortly. “Hell, I’ve never even had
sex yet.” Was that too much information for your bodyguard? Nah. This kind of
talk was common place on a ranch. Breeding wasn’t much different than crops
anyway.

“I mean,” you stammer. “It’s not like I’m… dreading it
or anything.” You idly scratch at one of your legs with the opposite hooves. A
nervous tick.

“I’ve thought about it a lot and I think being a mom
would be really nice. Kind of… fulfilling, you know? It’s just too bad I won’t
be able to keep any of the children I have. I figure if I have enough calves,
maybe I’ll just grow content with the experience of pregnancy or something. I
mean, breeding hybrids like me do grow numb to it eventually, right?”

There was a twinge of sadness in your voice that you
did not mean to let slip. Immediately, you see the concern in Jesse’s eyes and
suddenly you feel you have said too much.

“Well, shoot. That ain’t fair in the slightest. Maybe
you can convince ‘em to keep just one. They can’t be that heartless.”

You solemnly shake your head.

“No, no,” you say softly. “My children would be far
too valuable not to sell. Just what
comes with being a purebred I guess.”

The bull snorted in frustration. Clearly, his mood has
been ruined and now you wish you had just kept your mouth shut.

“It’s not a big deal,” you say in order to calm him.
“I’ve already accepted it. You do your job and let me do mine, okay?”

And with that, you turned
tail and walked away to increase the space between the two of you. However, no
matter how much time passed throughout the day, you could always feel the sour
mood emanating off McCree. For being a guard, he sure cared a hell of a lot.

           A few
more days passed as usual, then your heat finally hit. Sadly, you had to spend
the first day of it all alone. The bull you had been paired with wasn’t
scheduled to arrive until the next day.

           You
were locked securely in your room. You weren’t allowed to leave, and no other
hybrids could enter. The only time your door was opened was when ranchers came
to bring you food, water, and check up on your overall health. It was absolute
torture for you. Every time the door was opened, you could smell the thick musk
of Jesse. It only sent you further into your heat. Wave after wave of need
coursed through your body. It was so terrible, you were near tears. You
wondered if Jesse was still stationed by the barn door. He could probably smell
your heat, right? How was he doing? Why wasn’t he coming to help you? Why
hasn’t he bred you yet? You fall to your knees and lean against the locked
door. A trembling hand comes up to rest on the door and you weakly scratch at
it in a pitiful attempt to be freed.

           Then,
you hear a commotion happening outside. You get back on your hooved feet and
peek through the window to see two ranchers pulling McCree against his will.
He’s bucking, kicking, snorting, flailing his head to strike one with his
horns. You two made eye contact for a split second and the look in his eyes
sent a wave of heat pulse through your body. His eyes were full of lust, full
of want. His already tight pants looked even tighter as his cock strained
against the fabric. He made a lunge in the direction of your door, but a lasso flew
from someone just out of your sight. The lasso caught around his neck and
tightened to make a rather tight makeshift collar. You hear the choked gasp as
McCree continues to fight against his restraints, but as more and more ranchers
come, Jesse gets overpowered and is literally thrown into his own pen. His door
is locked, reinforced to protect against his strength. One of the bigger
ranchers placed a stool in front of McCree’s door and took a seat, obviously
standing guard to make sure McCree behaves. You felt a little bad for sending
McCree into such a frenzy, but you were mostly happy. The big, strong alpha
male had taken a liking to you and wanted to breed you. You think you’d make
such perfect babies together. This so wasn’t fair. You didn’t care how pure
your scheduled match was. McCree was the perfect bull for you, and you wanted
him bad. If only the ranchers weren’t
so greedy…

           Sighing in defeat, you chose to lay back on your bed and
play with yourself a bit. You massaged your lush breasts and rubbed quick
circles around your clit to take the edge off. One quick orgasm and you may be
able to at least get some sleep.

You don’t even remember falling asleep, but you wake
up with a start with your hand lazily cupped over your aching pussy. The loud
sound of banging roused you from your sleep and you rush to look through the
window and determine whether or not there is reason to be afraid. You see
McCree’s door fly off its hinges. Jesse steps out, absolutely fuming, and
knocks the guard out with one firm punch. McCree makes eye contact with you
through the window and stomps his way to your door. Rather than feel afraid,
your heart is filled with elation. McCree was coming! The alpha was coming to
you! He is going to help you with your heat! You’re going to have his baby!

           Jesse
rushes to your door and presses a hand against the glass of the window in
comfort. With his other hand, he pulls and tugs at the handle until it breaks
clean off. Once inside, you instinctively take a few steps back until you fall
onto your bed. The bull is on you in mere moments, holding you close and
pressing kisses all along your neck and jaw.

“You smell delicious,
darlin’,” he says after taking a good whiff of you. “I couldn’t let them pair
you off with some— hoity toity loser! I just couldn’t.”

You return his embrace
and nuzzle into his neck, idly petting at his fluffy hair as he spoke.

“Yer just—so beautiful,
and sweet… I swear it’s not just the hormones talkin’. I wanted you the moment
I first saw you, but I’ve never been allowed to have a mate of my own. It’s
been so, so lonely… But then you said you wanted a baby, and an idea hit me!
They won’t want to sell off a baby with my genes, right? Let’s start a family
of our own! Screw the ranchers, right? Let’s do what makes us happy!”

Jesse’s joyful expression
is quickly replaced with one of concern.

“Or—I mean. If you like
me too, that is. If I can only have you for tonight, leave you to keep and
raise the baby on your own, I suppose I can live with that.”

You can’t help but giggle
to yourself. He must be awfully oblivious to be unaware of your desire for him,
or maybe he was just so sure a lovely cow like yourself could never be
attracted to a silly bull like him. Words probably won’t be enough to convince
him, so you press a warm kiss to his cheek and open your legs for him in a show
of consent. McCree sits up to get a good look at your body. He hadn’t even
noticed you were naked until now. His tail whips around excitedly and he knows
no more words need to be said. He quickly tears his clothes off and takes his
position over you. His large body looming over you made you feel so small, but
it was a feeling you enjoyed very much. You wanted to be engulfed in him. You
wanted Jesse to shield you from the world and surround you with only himself.

           Jesse leans down to press more loving kisses on your
cheek, then your lips. The pangs of your heat begin to pick up, going from a
dull ache to an intense, burning fire. You glance down to see Jesse’s thick
cock hanging heavy between his legs and large balls full of cum just waiting to
impregnate you.

Jesse nuzzles his face
into your neck to best he can with those massive horns of his. He wants to make
sure his scent sticks to you so that other stud who is due to visit won’t get
any ideas. Meanwhile, one hand trails down to tease at your aching pussy. His
fingers gently caress your swollen lips and circle around your clit, trying to
get accustomed to your body. You appear to be very receptive to his light
touches, so he assumes too much foreplay isn’t needed. However, he’ll still
touch you just a bit longer for the sake of bonding. He just can’t help being a
bit of a romantic.

He presses tender kisses
on your soft, plump breasts. The bull latches onto a nipple and starts to
suckle like the sweet calf you’re yearning to have. You cradle his head in your
arms, again the best you can taking his horns into account, and lightly pet at
his messy hair as your inner mother starts to come out.

“Mm. Gonna be such a good
momma,” he says between kisses, and without any warning you feel two thick
fingers penetrate your virgin hole. You let out a gasp at the intrusion, but
your hips bucked up into him, driving his fingers deeper inside you. You hadn’t
expected your first time to feel quite this good. Perhaps it was the heat
egging you on, but did that really matter? You wanted more.

You yank McCree up by the
horns and plant a firm kiss to his lips, desperately grabbing at him and trying
to hold him closer as he gently fucks you with his fingers. You were absolutely
dripping wet and all too eager for his cock, but McCree had to be sure you were
ready.

Jesse let out a pleased
grunt with every kiss, though they were easily covered up by the squelching
sound of your wet pussy. The second your grip loosened on his horns, he pulled
away, took his fingers out, and took a moment to taste the slick that coated
his fingers. His cock gently prodded at your entrance as he licked his fingers
clean, looking you in the eye as he put on such an erotic show.

           “Mmm.
I think you’re ready, pretty mama,” the bull says with a huff. “Let’s get you
that baby you want so much.”

           The
head of Jesse’s cock prodded at your entrance for a moment more before his cock
slid inside with little resistance. His large cock reached deep inside you,
practically kissing the entrance to your womb. Its thickness stretched you
farther than you thought you could handle, and it had you seeing stars. Jesse
let out a grunt that slowly devolved into a rumbling moo, doing his best to
keep his hips still so you could both adjust to the new sensations.

           “Damn,
baby,” McCree says through his teeth. “If I knew yer pussy was this good, I
woulda fucked you sooner.”

           The
bull leans down to spread gentle kisses on your cheek before slowly starting to
move inside you. The sloppy wet noises and the gentle pap of your bodies making
contact hid the soft whimpers you let out with every thrust.

           “Fuck,
yer squeezing me so tight—!” McCree’s hips sputtered as your walls suddenly
clamped around him in a shock of pleasure. “Y’tryin to milk me dry, ain’t ya?
You’ll get it soon, baby. Just be patient.”

           Gradually,
McCree’s pace picked up. Any time your moans seemed to die down, he’d speed up
to keep you screaming his name. Your luscious breasts and pudgy belly jiggled
and bounced with every thrust. Your hands come up to hold your tender breasts,
fingers wandering to tweak and pinch at your nipples. Gentle shocks of pleasure
coursed through your body as you stimulated yourself, and the bull couldn’t
help but let out a pleased huff at the show he was getting.

           “Our
baby’s gonna be so well fed, pretty mama. Hope you’ll have enough milk in those
tits left for me.”

McCree presses one last kiss to your lips before he
was overcome with the force of his orgasm. You feel the heat pump into you as
he fills you with his seed. Thick spurts of cum shot inside of you, one after
another. Your pussy is a wet, sopping mess as Jesse gently continues to thrust
into you, riding out his orgasm. His pelvis rubs up against your clit in
juuuust the right way, and soon you’re cumming as well. Hot, wet walls clamp
down on Jesse’s overstimulated cock and you milk every last drop from the
weeping tip before you both collapse with exhaustion.

           McCree
flopped on top of you. The brunt of his muscle-heavy weight rested on you and
you found it someone difficult to breathe as he tenderly nuzzled against your
cheek. His large cock, still inside you, gradually began to soften. However,
despite his heavy weight and the uncomfortable feeling of sweat all over your
bodies, you felt so… secure. The weight on your body made you feel so safe and
calm. The discomfort of your heat gradually settled down and you wrap your arms
around McCree in a gentle embrace. His tail lazily flits around in the air and
he happily lets out a little moo at the tender contact.

           “’M
gonna take real good care o’ ya, baby,” he whispers into your ear. “Don’t
matter what those damn ranchers say or do. Yer mine now… and I’m yours.”

           McCree
eventually decided he had kept you plugged up long enough and rolled off of you
to lay beside you on your little hay bed. Your door was broken off its hinges,
the neighboring bulls were having a cow over the pheromones in the air, and you
were probably going to get into a lot of trouble in the morning when the other
ranchers find you. Still, you believed Jesse. You knew in your heart he would
take care of everything and he could provide the life you’ve been yearning for.
You rest one hand on your stomach, excitement growing as you try to imagine the
baby you and McCree will have. You envision what it’d be like to grow up
together, to raise your child without any fear of separation, hell, you’re
already planning for baby number two.

           You
look at McCree’s tired face. His eyelids looked awfully heavy and he struggled
to keep them open, but he still looked to you with pure adoration. Your heart
swells and suddenly all the emotions whizzing in your mind begin to spill out.
A wide grin forms on your face as tears stream down your cheeks. You reach out
and cup McCree’s fuzzy cheeks, pull him close, and smother him with quick
little smooches everywhere you can reach.

           “Thank
you, thank you, thank you, I love you, love you, love you,” you whisper between
every kiss. McCree does his best to return the kisses when he can, but the
grogginess gets to be a bit too much and the love fest is interrupted by a
loud, obnoxious yawn from the bull.

           “Mm,
sorry to fuck and pass out like this, sweetheart,” he says as he rubs at his
eyes. “But we really oughta get some rest. Got a feelin’ we’re gonna be woken
up pretty early to a lot of yellin’ and your body needs to chill and get to
baby brewin’, alright?”

           Baby
brewing… good lord, what a man. You giggle to yourself and plant one more kiss
to the tip of his nose before shutting your eyes. Even with what was to come,
you couldn’t be more at peace.