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The roosters crowed at the crack of dawn. George stretched his arms out above his head, stirring in his little bed of hay. His tail flicked out from underneath him as he reached out under his woolly, off-shoulder sweater to scratch his back. It was still a little dark, with just enough light to let him see the rest of the barn. They'd all gotten their separate pens this time, unlike the previous farms he stayed at. Moo Moo Meadows was a little smaller, only housing a couple of cow hybrids at a time. George found that he much preferred it like this, where their beloved farmers can see to them personally.
As if on cue, the barn doors opened and George's floppy ears immediately perked up in excitement. Dream walked in with a pail in one hand and a glass bottle in another. He steadily made his way towards George's enclosure, closing the gate behind him.
"How's my favorite moo boy doing today?" Dream asked him with a sweet smile.
"Dream," George replied dopily, making the other man chuckle.
Dream pulled a wooden crate closer to him before letting George sit on top of it, sliding his sweater down to expose his growing, leaking chest. He took one teat into his hand, weighing it slightly. "You're almost due for milking, aren't you, George?"
George moaned a little at the contact, pressing his thighs together. "I think so," he replied. "You milk me every day, though."
"That's because you're my favorite," Dream cooed, squeezing his breast gently. George let out a quiet whimper. "I'd let you get full but then I won't get to have this every morning."
His lips latched onto George's nipple, round and pink and firm on his tongue, and started suckling gently. George mooed loudly before covering his mouth with one hand. Even after all those times, he was still surprised whenever Dream decided to drink directly from him, still so loud . He liked it when they were this close, where he could see the faint freckles dusting Dream's cheeks.
"George," Dream hummed, fondling the unattended teat. Milk dribbled down onto his sweater, leaving trails down his belly. George's breath hitched as Dream continued lavishing attention onto his chest, his tongue hot and wet against his nipple, his fingers firm but gentle as they continued to grope and massage circles onto his skin.
"B-Bottle?" George managed to say through a litany of moos and Dreams, pointing at the object left lying onto the hay.
Dream pulled away with a wet smack, smiling apologetically. "I got impatient, baby, I'm sorry." George watched as milk trailed down from the corner of the man's mouth, blushing brightly. The sight of the pail suddenly reminded him of something, and he perked up in realization.
"Karl says you should go milk him soon," he said softly. "He's been due since yesterday."
"Later," Dream replied, wiping his mouth before planting a kiss on his lips, their noses bumping clumsily into each other. "There's something else you have to do, remember?"
George's eyes lit up and he hopped off the crate in excitement and pulled his sweater up over his head. Dream sat in his place, his fly undone, his cock out and hard in his hand. George sank down onto his knees and positioned himself in between Dream's legs, wrapping his tits around his cock. Dream moaned as George moved himself up and down, mooing quietly to himself. His fingers tangled themselves into George's hair, stroking near the base of his little horns.
George briefly wondered what being bred was like as slick started oozing out of his hole. He'd tried asking Dream about it before, when he'd heard an older pair mating in the barn one day. He was only told not to worry, and George was happy to obey.
"Down," Dream whispered, bringing George's mouth onto his cock. The cow hybrid moaned a little, a bit of milk squirting down his teats. He lathered it onto the shaft and sucked gently on the head.
"Dream," George said softly, squeezing his breasts closer around the cock.
"That's it George," Dream breathed. "You're doing so good." He rubbed gently at a spot behind George's ear. George let out a quiet, choked moo. He caught Dream's eyes for a moment, glazed and hooded over. "Fuck, George—" Dream came in his mouth with a tense grunt.
George closed his eyes with a smile as the warm, salty fluid coated his tongue. He craved his cream as much as Dream craved his milk. He swallowed down as much as he could muster before Dream spurted once more, this time all over his tits.
"Dream!" he huffed, pouting slightly. "I could've swallowed that."
Dream chuckled quietly and reached out to spread his cum around George's chest. "I think you look lovelier like this."
George blinked up at him. "I do?"
Dream pulled him up to kiss him again. "Mhmm." His hands fondled George's breasts, squeezing and palming him roughly. "My prettiest moo boy. All mine."
"Ahh—" George blushed prettily. The heat spread down to his chest. "Okay."
"Cute." Dream grinned. He reached into the pail, brought out a clean rag, and set out to clean George's chest, making sure to sneak in little squeezes every now and then. George whimpered when the rag passed over his sore, tender nipples, mooing and whining cutely at the contact.
"Dream," George mumbled. He sat down onto the other's lap and nuzzled under his chin, uncaring if he got hay all over his jeans.
"My George," Dream replied fondly, kissing the top of his head.
"Will you be the one to mate me?" he asked, big brown eyes sparkling. "I've never seen you kiss the other cows before. So maybe...?"
Dream's hand stilled on his chest. "Whatever you wish, George," he replied after a beat. "I'd be happy to."
"Okay." George smiled, sticking out his tongue and leaning in closer to his favorite person.
Dream fetched George's sweater from the ground, a difficult task with the man still sitting on his lap, and dusted it off. He fitted it over George's head and down his tits, keeping him nice and warm and snug again.
"I'll have to milk Karl today, like you said." Dream patted George's cheek softly. "Then I'll come back for you once I get back from town, okay?"
"Okay." George's ears drooped slightly, but he was used to it. It didn't mean that he wouldn't miss him, though. But here, in Dream's arms, he can pretend it's just the two of them in the world. He closed his eyes and smiled.