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Ever since he was a pup, he'd always end up in trouble, be it because of an ill timed prank or his natural tendencies to cause one without meaning to. As he grew older, he learned to channel his… odd skill-set into creative ways, like turning the Principles car into a post-it art, or painting a door with invisible colors. At one point every adult in town would mutter his name if ever something seemed to go wrong, because surely, it had to be that boy's fault again.\n\nHe was proud of his reputation, truth be told, and so he had a wide grin on his muzzle when his Mother gave him a stern talking after yet another successful prank.\n\n\"How did you even manage this…\" she said while pacing in front of the kitchen counter. \"People don't even sell us eggs anymore, for gods-sake James!\"\n\n\"Well,\" he started, ready to lay down his brilliant plan, but of course his mother cut him rudely off. Hmpf.\n\n\"Don't even tell me,\" she sighed, long and loud, as if every moment near me drained her of another year, or two. \"I'll have to start begging them for toilet paper now, won't I… and where would I get chili powder…\"\n\nA chuckle tore out of James muzzle but when his Mother gave him a glare, he quickly shut his muzzle with a clacking noise, barely containing the grin. She sighed yet again, her eyes lingering on his dirt crusted face before turning to face the stove. It heated up after a quick tap of her paw while she went towards the fridge to grab some bacon and cheese.\n\nHis tail started to wag noisily.\n\n\"Go wash up, okay?\" she said but he was already heading for the stairs. \"And James?\"\n\n\"Yeah, Mom?\"\n\n\"We'll be going to the farm tomorrow, so—\"\n\n\"Don't cause any troubles,\" he finished with a roll of his eyes.\n\n\"James,\" she repeated sternly. \"He's the only one selling us milk and cheese these days. Don't try anything funny near the Bull, okay?\"\n\nThe Bull. Nobody knows his actual name, or maybe they were just too scared to say it out loud, but he was a farmer living outside the town. A rather large and very intimidating man, a bull obviously, who everyone seems to respect. Not James, however, but since he lived too far off, he was the only person that escaped his pranks so far and with Mom always near, it was too difficult to do anything fun.\n\n\"Alright,\" he heard himself mumble, but he wasn't sure if it was to Mom or himself as an idea popped up in his head.\n\nIt was time to add that old man to his list of victims…\n\n---\n\nUnfortunately, there wasn't much time left to do anything terribly creative and as much as his head was already working it's magic to produce something clever, he wanted to be done before tomorrow. So, instead of doing something amazing that required a week long planning, he came up with something relative tame, a simple repainting of the man's cows. A classic. There was still some pink fur dye left over, that he stole from his mother a few years ago and now he finally had a use for it. This time it wasn't about the quality, he reminded himself. It was about sending a message and if he was honest, it bothered him that the man escaped him for so long. Nobody should be safe from James Hartwort. Nobody.\n\nFirst things first, however, he ate his bacon in record speed, his Mother giving him a long and careful glare. Probably already expecting the worst. Whatever. With that done, he ran upstairs and started to mix up the colors until he had two heavy buckets. Then he snuck outside and grabbed a small cart, mindful to keep out of sight from his Mother. By the time he reached the farm with no witnesses, the sun slowly started to descend, which made his work a lot easier. It meant sleeping cows, a sleeping farmer and a few hours time to do whatever he wanted.\n\nHe grinned to himself as he went to work.\n\n---\n\nIt went well for the first hour. Nothing was out of the ordinary, the cows didn't even realize they were turning pink and he was about to turn the last cow into a pink wonder when he heard it. The one sound everyone learns to fear, a car. It usually means running, a chase, or a lot of cussing, so like the professional he was, James started to panic. He left the bucket of paint on the ground and quickly snuck away, completely forgetting that he was in the middle of a wide meadow with no actual hiding spot. Needlessly to say, once the large Bull went out of the car and saw the bright pink cow in front of him, including a crouching James, he wasn't surprised to hear a loud shout.\n\n\"You!\"\n\nThere was just a brief moment of satisfaction when the bull recognized him, but that all was secondary in the face of danger, so he did the one thing he's second best at. If all fails, it's time to run and running he did. As fast as his legs could carry him. Unfortunately, he made a huge mistake. He decided to look backwards to see if the man was even chasing, but instead of a distant farm with a bull wagging his fist at him, he realized that a black blur was, by all means, sprinting towards his not so sorry ass. James heart stopped and that's when he made a wrong step, the momentum introducing his face to the rough, unrelenting ground with a yelp. There was just a brief moment of clarity, a single curse on his lips as the earth rapidly advanced towards him and then he crashed. Black and white spots exploding in front of his eyes, the force carrying him a few feet forward until he landed with a ringing head near the fence.\n\n\"Fuck,\" he groaned while something touched his arms, then his body and then he blinked up at the darkening sky, a gruff man looking down at him. He cocked a single, smug eyebrow. That asshole.\n\n\"You still alive, boy?\"\n\nJames had to blink a few times to process the man's words before it all came crashing down on him. The chase, the tumbling on the ground, the… Awshit.\n\nCaught.\n\n\"Y- yeah,\" he mumbled while awkwardly sitting up. The man's face turned from amused to a deep scowl and James knew he was screwed. Fuck!\n\n\"So about the cows,\" he stated matter of fact while folding his arms in front of his body and you could say whatever you wanted about him, but he knew how to look intimidating and scary. So without meaning to, James lowered his ears. \"Pink, huh?\"\n\n\"Pink? Oh, well… um…\"\n\n\"'Suppose it could've been worse,\" he snorted like a bull. \"It's usually a cliche but I don't do well with red…\"\n\n\"O- okay,\" James said slowly as he carefully stood up. \"I'll be going then…\" but the man apparently had other ideas, because instead of making more then one step, he found himself being grabbed and shoved right against the fence, an entirely unmanly yelp escaping his lips.\n\n\"Pink only gets me a little…\" there was a pause, just the wind in the air, James swallowing with a cold shiver running down his neck and then he finished, \"Worked up,\" followed by a large paw slapping James bare ass.\n\nHis mouth dropped open at impossibility.\n\nThere was just a surprise at first, the startling realization that someone just… he just… he got… spanked. Spanked! And then pain blossomed up. Pain like he never experienced before, because nobody ever dared to… to… smack his god damn ass!\n\n\"W- what are you doing!\" James yelped, another hit straight where the sun barely touched.\n\n\"Teaching you manners, boy.\" Another hit, stronger, louder and so, so humiliating.\n\n\"I'm an adult!\" he shouted as if that was a magic word, that turned into a whimper when another wave of pain blossomed up.\n\n\"And,\" the man said like business as usual. \"In serious needs of a firm paw for once in your life, boy.\"\n\n\"S- stop…\" James croaked, tears welling up in his eyes. \"It hurts…\"\n\n\"And it's going to hurt more,\" the large bull rumbled, slowly making sure of his promise until his whole backside felt like as if it was on fire and he kept going. Again and again. For the first time in James life, he experienced actual pain. Nobody ever dared to touch him before, to spank him as a child, least of all as an adult. The humiliation… if Mom ever saw this, heard of someone doing this to him, anyone in town… and without realizing it, something changed in his tone. In his pleading.\n\n\"Please…\" he whispered and then again until the bull finally heard him.\n\n\"Huh,\" he exhaled and then James whole body froze when a large, firm hand grabbed him right between his legs. He went completely stiff, but not because of the man touching him where nobody but girls ever had been, it was because of what he was touching. His erection, fully knoted already and holy shit, James couldn't stop curling his toes when the man's rough paws glide along the smooth surface of his shaft, firm and yet gentle. \"Now look at that… someone's enjoying himself.\"\n\n\"W- w- what? No!\" but to prove his pleading wrong, the man squeezed and all that came out of James muzzle, was a pitiful moan, hips lightly moving forward to get a bit more friction. To get closer to the edge. The bull snorted loudly, like he just found an amusing toy.\n\n\"You sure about that, boy? Looks like someone's a little tail raiser…\"\n\n\"N- no!\" James barked and then he barked again when the Bull shoved two large fingers into his virginal entrance, brutally stretching him wide open. Pain shot through his body like a tidal wave and just like that, this startling sensation was enough to tip him over the edge and suddenly, a hot, white pleasure burned through his bodies, a meager but impressive amount of seed painting the grass and fence white.\n\nThe man laughed like someone just told him the best fucking joke in the world, paws still squeezing down on both the knot and the shaft, and if James had any energy left inside his body, he'd turn around and give him an earful for making fun of him. Instead, he collapsed against the fence, ass hanging upwards, cock spent and leaking, muzzle loudly panting. There was no break for the poor guy, however, because as soon as the man left his aching hole and shifted his grip towards his hips, he heard him say,\n\n\"My turn now, boy.\"\n\nHis head whirled around and he looked at the man with a frightened, wide eyed expression. \"W- what?\"\n\n\"Get yar' ass up, boy,\" he repeated and James knew he was serious. It wasn't only the deep, gruff voice cluing him in, the fully erected cock was more then enough to tell him all he needed to know, so like the man he was, he squeaked,\n\n\"I- I'm not…\"\n\n\"A fag?\" he grinned lazily. \"Coulda fooled me there, kid. Came screaming like a little bitch when I shoved my finger into your cun—\"\n\n\"S- stop!\" James shouted all embarrassed and red. \"It was… an accident…\"\n\n\"Wish I still had accidents like that,\" he laughed out loud as if the guy in front of him wasn't having a crisis right about now. \"But your punishment still isn't over, boy, and you ain't gonna leave until that cute ass of yours is properly ruined.\"\n\n---\n\n\"Hello, sir,\" Mom said to the large Bull.\n\nJust as she promised, she took both of us over to his farm and while it had been a struggle to walk straight after yesterday, James was rather excited to see the old man again. So it surprised both the Bull and his Mom when he nearly chirped, \"Hello Mr. Rogers!\"\n\n\"R- Rogers?\" Mom whispered in disbelieve while he huffed in annoyance, probably because everyone will know his name from now on. \"Hey little shit.\"\n\"Little…\" Mom repeated, eyes going from the right to the left.\n\n\"So um,\" James started into the awkward silence. \"I was… wondering if I could give you a paw, you know…\" but his face turned red when the implication hit him and he stammered, \"I- I mean, h- help with, um, work…\"\n\n\"Alright,\" the Bull snorted while Mom's muzzle nearly dropped to the floor. \"I ain't going to be easy on ya, though.\"\n\nOh, James was counting on that.\n\nVery, very much… and if that wasn't enough, he brought some pink paint with him.\n\n[center]——————————————————————————————[/center] \n\nThanks for reading and please do tell if it's any good or not. It's my second attempt at writing and I honestly have no idea what I'm doing.\n\nMake sure to check out the high-res version over at [url=http://www.patreon.com/SubjectSF]Patreon,[/url] or [url=https://www.sofurry.com/view/1513818]Sofurry![/url]\n[url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2034322]Lineart[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Mild warning, cringe story ahead that I haven't had time to proof read at all.

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James always had been a naughty boy. Ever since he was a pup, he'd always end up in trouble, be it because of an ill timed prank or his natural tendencies to cause one without meaning to. As he grew older, he learned to channel his… odd skill-set into creative ways, like turning the Principles car into a post-it art, or painting a door with invisible colors. At one point every adult in town would mutter his name if ever something seemed to go wrong, because surely, it had to be that boy's fault again.

He was proud of his reputation, truth be told, and so he had a wide grin on his muzzle when his Mother gave him a stern talking after yet another successful prank.

"How did you even manage this…" she said while pacing in front of the kitchen counter. "People don't even sell us eggs anymore, for gods-sake James!"

"Well," he started, ready to lay down his brilliant plan, but of course his mother cut him rudely off. Hmpf.

"Don't even tell me," she sighed, long and loud, as if every moment near me drained her of another year, or two. "I'll have to start begging them for toilet paper now, won't I… and where would I get chili powder…"

A chuckle tore out of James muzzle but when his Mother gave him a glare, he quickly shut his muzzle with a clacking noise, barely containing the grin. She sighed yet again, her eyes lingering on his dirt crusted face before turning to face the stove. It heated up after a quick tap of her paw while she went towards the fridge to grab some bacon and cheese.

His tail started to wag noisily.

"Go wash up, okay?" she said but he was already heading for the stairs. "And James?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"We'll be going to the farm tomorrow, so—"

"Don't cause any troubles," he finished with a roll of his eyes.

"James," she repeated sternly. "He's the only one selling us milk and cheese these days. Don't try anything funny near the Bull, okay?"

The Bull. Nobody knows his actual name, or maybe they were just too scared to say it out loud, but he was a farmer living outside the town. A rather large and very intimidating man, a bull obviously, who everyone seems to respect. Not James, however, but since he lived too far off, he was the only person that escaped his pranks so far and with Mom always near, it was too difficult to do anything fun.

"Alright," he heard himself mumble, but he wasn't sure if it was to Mom or himself as an idea popped up in his head.

It was time to add that old man to his list of victims…

---

Unfortunately, there wasn't much time left to do anything terribly creative and as much as his head was already working it's magic to produce something clever, he wanted to be done before tomorrow. So, instead of doing something amazing that required a week long planning, he came up with something relative tame, a simple repainting of the man's cows. A classic. There was still some pink fur dye left over, that he stole from his mother a few years ago and now he finally had a use for it. This time it wasn't about the quality, he reminded himself. It was about sending a message and if he was honest, it bothered him that the man escaped him for so long. Nobody should be safe from James Hartwort. Nobody.

First things first, however, he ate his bacon in record speed, his Mother giving him a long and careful glare. Probably already expecting the worst. Whatever. With that done, he ran upstairs and started to mix up the colors until he had two heavy buckets. Then he snuck outside and grabbed a small cart, mindful to keep out of sight from his Mother. By the time he reached the farm with no witnesses, the sun slowly started to descend, which made his work a lot easier. It meant sleeping cows, a sleeping farmer and a few hours time to do whatever he wanted.

He grinned to himself as he went to work.

---

It went well for the first hour. Nothing was out of the ordinary, the cows didn't even realize they were turning pink and he was about to turn the last cow into a pink wonder when he heard it. The one sound everyone learns to fear, a car. It usually means running, a chase, or a lot of cussing, so like the professional he was, James started to panic. He left the bucket of paint on the ground and quickly snuck away, completely forgetting that he was in the middle of a wide meadow with no actual hiding spot. Needlessly to say, once the large Bull went out of the car and saw the bright pink cow in front of him, including a crouching James, he wasn't surprised to hear a loud shout.

"You!"

There was just a brief moment of satisfaction when the bull recognized him, but that all was secondary in the face of danger, so he did the one thing he's second best at. If all fails, it's time to run and running he did. As fast as his legs could carry him. Unfortunately, he made a huge mistake. He decided to look backwards to see if the man was even chasing, but instead of a distant farm with a bull wagging his fist at him, he realized that a black blur was, by all means, sprinting towards his not so sorry ass. James heart stopped and that's when he made a wrong step, the momentum introducing his face to the rough, unrelenting ground with a yelp. There was just a brief moment of clarity, a single curse on his lips as the earth rapidly advanced towards him and then he crashed. Black and white spots exploding in front of his eyes, the force carrying him a few feet forward until he landed with a ringing head near the fence.

"Fuck," he groaned while something touched his arms, then his body and then he blinked up at the darkening sky, a gruff man looking down at him. He cocked a single, smug eyebrow. That asshole.

"You still alive, boy?"

James had to blink a few times to process the man's words before it all came crashing down on him. The chase, the tumbling on the ground, the… Awshit.

Caught.

"Y- yeah," he mumbled while awkwardly sitting up. The man's face turned from amused to a deep scowl and James knew he was screwed. Fuck!

"So about the cows," he stated matter of fact while folding his arms in front of his body and you could say whatever you wanted about him, but he knew how to look intimidating and scary. So without meaning to, James lowered his ears. "Pink, huh?"

"Pink? Oh, well… um…"

"'Suppose it could've been worse," he snorted like a bull. "It's usually a cliche but I don't do well with red…"

"O- okay," James said slowly as he carefully stood up. "I'll be going then…" but the man apparently had other ideas, because instead of making more then one step, he found himself being grabbed and shoved right against the fence, an entirely unmanly yelp escaping his lips.

"Pink only gets me a little…" there was a pause, just the wind in the air, James swallowing with a cold shiver running down his neck and then he finished, "Worked up," followed by a large paw slapping James bare ass.

His mouth dropped open at impossibility.

There was just a surprise at first, the startling realization that someone just… he just… he got… spanked. Spanked! And then pain blossomed up. Pain like he never experienced before, because nobody ever dared to… to… smack his god damn ass!

"W- what are you doing!" James yelped, another hit straight where the sun barely touched.

"Teaching you manners, boy." Another hit, stronger, louder and so, so humiliating.

"I'm an adult!" he shouted as if that was a magic word, that turned into a whimper when another wave of pain blossomed up.

"And," the man said like business as usual. "In serious needs of a firm paw for once in your life, boy."

"S- stop…" James croaked, tears welling up in his eyes. "It hurts…"

"And it's going to hurt more," the large bull rumbled, slowly making sure of his promise until his whole backside felt like as if it was on fire and he kept going. Again and again. For the first time in James life, he experienced actual pain. Nobody ever dared to touch him before, to spank him as a child, least of all as an adult. The humiliation… if Mom ever saw this, heard of someone doing this to him, anyone in town… and without realizing it, something changed in his tone. In his pleading.

"Please…" he whispered and then again until the bull finally heard him.

"Huh," he exhaled and then James whole body froze when a large, firm hand grabbed him right between his legs. He went completely stiff, but not because of the man touching him where nobody but girls ever had been, it was because of what he was touching. His erection, fully knoted already and holy shit, James couldn't stop curling his toes when the man's rough paws glide along the smooth surface of his shaft, firm and yet gentle. "Now look at that… someone's enjoying himself."

"W- w- what? No!" but to prove his pleading wrong, the man squeezed and all that came out of James muzzle, was a pitiful moan, hips lightly moving forward to get a bit more friction. To get closer to the edge. The bull snorted loudly, like he just found an amusing toy.

"You sure about that, boy? Looks like someone's a little tail raiser…"

"N- no!" James barked and then he barked again when the Bull shoved two large fingers into his virginal entrance, brutally stretching him wide open. Pain shot through his body like a tidal wave and just like that, this startling sensation was enough to tip him over the edge and suddenly, a hot, white pleasure burned through his bodies, a meager but impressive amount of seed painting the grass and fence white.

The man laughed like someone just told him the best fucking joke in the world, paws still squeezing down on both the knot and the shaft, and if James had any energy left inside his body, he'd turn around and give him an earful for making fun of him. Instead, he collapsed against the fence, ass hanging upwards, cock spent and leaking, muzzle loudly panting. There was no break for the poor guy, however, because as soon as the man left his aching hole and shifted his grip towards his hips, he heard him say,

"My turn now, boy."

His head whirled around and he looked at the man with a frightened, wide eyed expression. "W- what?"

"Get yar' ass up, boy," he repeated and James knew he was serious. It wasn't only the deep, gruff voice cluing him in, the fully erected cock was more then enough to tell him all he needed to know, so like the man he was, he squeaked,

"I- I'm not…"

"A fag?" he grinned lazily. "Coulda fooled me there, kid. Came screaming like a little bitch when I shoved my finger into your cun—"

"S- stop!" James shouted all embarrassed and red. "It was… an accident…"

"Wish I still had accidents like that," he laughed out loud as if the guy in front of him wasn't having a crisis right about now. "But your punishment still isn't over, boy, and you ain't gonna leave until that cute ass of yours is properly ruined."

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"Hello, sir," Mom said to the large Bull.

Just as she promised, she took both of us over to his farm and while it had been a struggle to walk straight after yesterday, James was rather excited to see the old man again. So it surprised both the Bull and his Mom when he nearly chirped, "Hello Mr. Rogers!"

"R- Rogers?" Mom whispered in disbelieve while he huffed in annoyance, probably because everyone will know his name from now on. "Hey little shit."
"Little…" Mom repeated, eyes going from the right to the left.

"So um," James started into the awkward silence. "I was… wondering if I could give you a paw, you know…" but his face turned red when the implication hit him and he stammered, "I- I mean, h- help with, um, work…"

"Alright," the Bull snorted while Mom's muzzle nearly dropped to the floor. "I ain't going to be easy on ya, though."

Oh, James was counting on that.

Very, very much… and if that wasn't enough, he brought some pink paint with him.

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Thanks for reading and please do tell if it's any good or not. It's my second attempt at writing and I honestly have no idea what I'm doing.

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