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Independence Day and the first of the new Mission Impossible movies just finished showing in the theaters, and the newest, and arguably best, of the Next Generation movies, First Contact, would be coming in only a month's time. The Macarena was still new and popular, and Biggie Smalls was still alive and rapping. And absolutely none of that mattered to the people of Fieldspire, Alabama. Except Independence Day. That movie was pretty popular with the farmers in the tiny, rural town.\n\n17 miles to the northwest of the town was the Danning Farm, run by Carlos and Bethany Danning. The bovine couple had been running the farm ever since Carlos had taken over from his father. The 41 year old bull had managed to convince his father at a young age to invest in the new machines to help on the farm, and were the first to get a brand new combine harvester. As a result, it was still quite profitable, while most of the town's other farms had fallen behind and struggled to keep up. Unfortunately, it also meant that help was harder and harder to come by. Everyone wanted to get into computers these days.\n\nIt was made only harder as the youngest Danning, Penelope, tended to chase off their farmhands with her antics. The 13 year old cow had a habit of teasing and taunting whoever they hired, and then making their lives a living hell after getting what she wanted. And if they dared to deny her, she only made it worse. She would impede their work, talk endlessly about nothing at them, try and drag them away, and in the worst of her tantrums, try to blame the farmhands for the messes she made of collected crops. Her parents were at their wits end with how to deal with the troublesome teen.\n\nTheir newest farmhand was John Ardale. The 26 year old horse had been working for them for a few weeks now. Despite being from Maine of all places, he seemed to take to farm work quite easily. He mostly spent his days moving the various inventory around, hauling bushels and barrels about, loading and unloading trucks, and even a bit of repair work when one of the tractors broke down. When not working at the farm, he spent his time in a small house he had rented in town. Each morning he would drive his truck to the farm just as the sun was starting to rise, and he would drive it back at night well past when it set, only to do it over again the next day. All without a word of complaint for the long hours.\n\nToday was no different. Bethany smiled as she heard the truck pulling down the dirt road to park outside. She looked at the clock on the wall. 6:18 am. \"Right on time.\" he always got there between 6:15 and 6:30. The woman was working on scrambling some eggs, mixed with greens. She of course made enough for John, as well. She heard let out a soft giggle as she heard the polite knock on the front door. \"Come on in, John.\" She had told him a dozen times he could just come inside.\n\nJohn pushed the door open, immediately getting hit in the face by the smell of the food. \"Hello, Beth.\" He was wearing what he always wore, a flannel shirt and denim shorts that ended mid-thigh. The shirt today was a one red with green crosshatching, though like always, he left it open, leaving the wheat-colored fur on his well defined chest and abs showing. He brushed past the woman, opening the fridge and pouring himself a glass of orange juice. At least she had managed to finally convince him that he could do just that as he pleased. \"That smells delicious.\"\n\n\"Why thank you.\" She heard him pulling out one of the chairs to have a seat at the table. \"There's also some coffee on if you'd like a mug.\"\n\nHe thought about it. \"Not today. Maybe later.\" Did still turn his attention to the woman. She had quite the shapely figure in her light blue sundress. She was maybe a little overweight, slightly plump at the middle, but the 29 year old mother wore it quite well. Her fur was brown with large splotches of white all over, long brown hair left loose but tidy. The dress did nothing to hide her massive set of breasts, or her round ass. Her thin tail flicked a little as she started separating the eggs onto the plates.\n\n\"I'll have some coffee.\" They both looked as Carlos stepped in. Like John, he wore a flannel shirt and denim pants, though far less revealing than the horse. Though the blue shirt did seem to strain a little to hold in his gut. Though he was far from obese, his arms still powerfully muscular from the work he did. But with spending more time sitting on a tractor than hauling crates, it had started to show a little. That, and he liked his beer. \"John. Glad to see you're still here. Ready for another day?\"\n\nThe younger man nodded. \"Yeah. I'm- oh, thank you.\" He gave a smile as the plate of food was set in front of him. \"Yeah. What's on the docket for today?\"\n\nCarlos likewise nodded as the plate and a mug of steaming black coffee was set before him. \"Thank you, love.\" He turned back to John. \"Nothing too terribly interesting today. Got one truck coming in for you to load, and a few things to organize in the barn, but that's about it. Should be a lighter day for you.\"\n\nThe horse shrugged. \"I could look at the Red Beast, see if I can't get her behaving.\" The red beast was the nickname for Carlos' red tractor. The thing was almost as old as its owner, and it was showing its age.\n\nThe man laughed. \"If you can get that thing to behave proper, then I'll see to it Beth cooks you one of her famous apple pies!\" His wife giggled beside him, already digging into her own breakfast.\n\nJohn perked up. \"Oh!? Yeah, sounds like a pretty good incentive!\" He gave a big grin to both bovines. \"You know how much I love her pies!\" The other two also gave a chuckle.\n\n\"What's this about pie!? I don't smell any pie!\" The high pitched voice of the youngest Danning called out, followed by the thunderous sound of hooves down the wooden stairs. Penelope burst into the kitchen, the twintails she kept her red hair tied in swayed this way and that as she looked around excitedly, only to get crestfallen when she neither saw nor smelled any pie. \"Aww... no pie?\" The young girl stood out in the kitchen as the brightest thing around in her yellow sundress, though the thing was maybe one size too small for her growing frame. Even at only 13, she had clearly inherited her mother's ample chest, the things straining at the fabric and threatening to pop out at any moment.\n\nHer father frowned, his voice stern. \"No. And even if there was, you're not eating pie for breakfast.\"\n\nShe let out a dramatic sigh and equally dramatic roll of her large, brown eyes. \"Fine!\" She moved to the fridge to pour herself some milk. John always wondered about the bovines and milk, since it was sourced from the feral version. Though he never quite had the nerve to really ask about it. The teen grabbed her plate of eggs and moved to the table, plopping down in a seat. Though not before dragging her chair uncomfortably close to the horse. \"Hey, John.\"\n\nHe gave an awkward smile back to her. \"Good morning, Penny.\" He nearly choked on his orange juice when he felt her leg start to rub against his. She was stepping up her teasing game with him. He managed to gulp down the juices without coughing. \"Anything new with you? Got any plans for today?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"Nope!\"\n\nBeth scowled, putting on her stern mother voice. \"Yes, she does. She'll be studying her math work today.\" She gave a pointed look at the teen. \"Right, Penny?\"\n\nThe girl let out another heavy sigh, her shoulders sinking low in her typical melodramatic way. \"Fine.\" Dropping the drama act, she gave a flirtatious glance up at the tall man beside her. \"Maybe you could help me later?\"\n\nHer father put a stop to that quick enough. \"He'll be busy.\"\n\nJohn quickly downed the last of his orange juices and stood up. \"AND I should probably get started on it all!\" He gave a smile to Beth. \"Thank you for the breakfast. Delicious as always!\" He then hastily made his way outside, leaving Penny grinning, and her parents frowning at each other.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nMorning turned into day, and then afternoon. John had gotten through his work pretty quick. Like Carlos had said, it was a pretty light day for him. So John decided to keep his own promise. He had gotten the red beast out back behind the barn, near the shed the farmer kept his tools and other old equipment. Including some ancient looking plow from the 30's, sitting upside down among the other clutter. The old wood had almost completed rotted away, and the wide blade itself was practically more rust than steel at this point. He wondered if the only reason the middle-aged bovine kept it around was because of how hard it would be to move. Or maybe some sentimental value.\n\nJohn had the side of the tractor open, his hands deep within the tears and inner workings of the engine housing. He had found one of the problem areas, a few of the connections had either come loose or were worn down, though a simple replacement would fix a lot of those issue. The belt was brand new. He had replaced it himself only a few days ago when it broke down out in the field. He was so focused on his task, he did not hear someone approaching. So when a hand suddenly squeezed his ass, he yelped, banging the back of his head against the edge of the housing. He heard the giggling beside him, knowing who it was even before pulling himself free. \"Hello, Penny.\"\n\nThe teen gave him a grin, her tail swishing behind her. \"Hey, John!\"\n\nHe sighed, looking up and around, but not seeing her parents anywhere nearby. Carlos was still out in the field, but he had no idea where her mother was. \"Shouldn't you be doing your homework?\" \n\nShe didn't answer. Instead holding out a glass of something pale yellow, cubes of ice clinking within. \"I brought you some lemonade!\"\n\nHe accepted the glass. \"Thank you. That's very thoughtful.\" He was actually pretty thirsty. More than he realized as he found himself downing the whole glass in one go.\n\nShe watched him down the whole thing. \"Wow. You really can swallow a lot.\" Her grin suddenly turned sly. \"You know, I can swallow a lot, too...\" Her hand rubbed against his thigh.\n\nHe coughed on the last bit of the lemonade. \"Penny!\"\n\nShe just giggled and walked around him, instead looking at the open tractor. \"Oh wow, there's a lotta stuff in here.\" She bent over to get a closer look, though it was obvious she wasn't actually interested in the engine. She was far more interested in showing off. As her hips raised up, her skirt slid up a little, showing she wore no panties under it, giving him a perfect view of her puffy pussy lips and shapely round ass. Mixed into her cream colored fur were little dots of reddish-brown running along her backside and down her outer thighs.\n\nHe had to admit, it was a pretty nice view she was giving him. He felt himself growing uncomfortably stiff within his denim shorts, his tip threatening to poke free at the bottom. He cleared his throat as he reached out, patting the girl's back gently. \"You should probably stop doing that now.\"\n\nShe glanced over her shoulder. \"Doing what?\" She asked innocently, though her expression was anything but. Her eyes glanced down, seeing the barely contained bulge in his pants, and grinned. \"Oh... is the big horse getting excited looking at my little behind?\"\n\nHe sighed. \"Penny, please. Before your parents see?\"\n\nShe frowned. \"They don't care. They know I fuck around.\" He blinked, this the first time he heard her swear. She shifted back, moving instead up close to him. Her hand gripped at the shaft though his pants, squeezing and stroking at the length. \"Surprised I know the word? I've been fucking farmhands like you since I was 11. Ma and Pa don't care.\"\n\nHe cleared his throat, his cock throbbing against her touch. \"I-I'm sure they do...\"\n\nShe shook her head, moving even closer now, pressing her chest against his belly. \"No they don't. I know why they actually hired you.\"\n\nHis eyes went wide. \"Y-you... do?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Ma wants to have another baby, but Pa can't no more after that accident. So they hire studs to fuck her and knock her up.\" He cleared his throat, not sure what exactly to say. She wasn't wrong, he had definitely been plowing her mother as much as the fields since they hired him. He just hadn't expected her to know that. \"I also know Pa isn't my real father.\"\n\nNow that caught him by surprise. \"W-what!?\"\n\nShe glanced up at him, though didn't stop rubbing his cock. \"Oh, they didn't tell you?\" She grinned, her fingers sliding down, then up under his shorts to grip at his shaft directly. Like her, he didn't wear any sort of underwear. \"Wasn't hard to figure out. I may not like math, but I can add and subtract just fine. Their math doesn't add up. Ma's 29, I'm 13. Means Ma got knocked up when she was 15... 'cause ya gotta add in those months of being pregnant. An' she didn't move to Fieldspire until she were 19, so it couldn't be Pa that did it.\"\n\nHe cleared his throat again, still looking around, as if he expected her parents to suddenly materialize around the corner at any moment. \"I-I guess that makes some sense...\"\n\nShe continued, both with her little theory, and with working at his shaft. \"Pa talks about Granpap all the time. His pa. But Ma never, EVER talks about hers. Always tells me he's gone and that's it. So... I figure he's the one that done knocked her up.\" She looked up at him. \"So. I'm a kid from rape, see? That's why they don't care none. I ain't Pa's, and I remind Ma of that.\"\n\nHe had to admit, it was a more well thought out theory than he would have expected from her. She had connected a lot of dots that made logical sense. \"And so you decided to start...\" He motioned down to where her head was rubbing under his shorts. \"...messing with their farmhands to... what, rebel?\"\n\nShe shrugged a little. \"Nah. The first one done raped me... or well, woulda been that, but it felt so nice that I let him do it a bunch more before he left. Just kinda like fucking is all.\" She squeezed his shaft hard. \"Yours is definitely the biggest one so far. I really wanna ride it.\" She giggled. \"And by how hard this thing's got, I know you wanna fuck me, too. So don't go saying you don't. You wanna slide this big meat into my tight pussy.\" She felt him twitch in her grip. \"See? I bet I'm a thousand times tighter than Ma's dried up old cunt!\"\n\nHe blinked again, both at her harsh words, and that she thought that 29 was old. Her mother was only 3 years older than him. Still, he couldn't deny that he definitely did want to fuck the girl. \"Fine, but... you don't expect me to do it out here, do you?\"\n\nShe giggled, her hand slipping out of his pants. \"Nah.\" She motioned for him to follow, swaying her hips tantalizingly. \"C'mon. Pa never checks the old shed.\" He followed her, or at least followed her swaying little tail. He still glanced around to make sure no one was there before going inside. He made sure to close the wooden door, though it would only stop anyone from seeing at a distance. There were a number of small holes in the wooden slats of walls, casting small beams of sunlight from the dust in the air. And there was nothing to muffle any sound inside, though Penny didn't seem to care much about that.\n\nHe looked back at the girl, who was bouncing on her hooves in front of him, making her breasts bounce with her. \"So, how do you want to do this?\"\n\nShe smiled. \"Well, first, I wanna see it! It felt huge when I was rubbing it!\" He shrugged, but did still smirk. He made quick work of the button at his waist, pulling the fly open and letting the shorts fall to the floor. 12 inches of horse meat sprang free into the air, bobbing before her wide-eyed gaze. \"Whoa!\" She reached out to run her hand along the thick, dark shaft, making note of the little splotches of pink here and there. \"I've never seen one that big before!\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"I guess none of the other farmhands were horses? This is pretty normal. Maybe just a bit more, but there is a reason people say they're hung like us.\"\n\nShe rubbed her own legs together in excitement. \"I wonder if I could take it all...\"\n\n\"Maybe. Cows can take a lot, but you're still a bit small. It might hurt.\"\n\nShe smiled up at him again. \"I wanna try! I want you to fuck me with that monster! Don't go holding nothing back! I'm sure I can take it!\" She looked around, then found a nearby barrel. Resting her hands on it, she lifted her ass up in the air. \"C'mon! Let's see!\"\n\nHe had to admire her enthusiasm. \"Well, not so fast.\" He reached out to tug at her dress a little. \"Why don't you get this thing off. You have some nice tits, and I'd like to see them.\" He motioned down at his cock. \"I showed mine, so it's only fair.\"\n\nThe young teen pouted, but still complied with him. \"Oh okay...\" She reached down to grab the bottom of the yellow sundress and pull it up and over her head. Her tits flopped out free, heavy for someone her size. They looked like they were already high c-cups to him, impressive for a 13 year old for sure. He wondered just how big they would end up getting. Then again, her mother sported some pretty hefty honkers, so he had an idea. \"There.\" She even bounced on her hooves again to make them bounce and sway. \"Happy?\"\n\nHe reached down to rub his shaft a little. \"Yeah.\" He nodded at the barrel again. \"Go ahead and get that ass back up in the air for me.\" This time she complied much more excitedly. Leaning against the barrel, she lifted her rear back up, even her little tail flicking up and out of the way. He could see a little moisture already on those lips as she parted her legs a bit for him. She was definitely already turned on and ready for him. He shouldn't keep her waiting.\n\nMoving forward, he pressed the flat head of his shaft against those little lips. She gasped as he rubbed between them, pushing a little to slowly spread those folds open. \"Oh... holy... it's so thick!\" She gasped and panted already as he slowly spread those lips wider. She cried out as he pushed between, sliding into her incredibly tight tunnel. \"FUCK!\" She grabbed at the barrel with both hands, her slender, athletic body trembling a little under him. Though by the way she was squeezing around him, she definitely wasn't in pain. At least, not enough that she didn't love it.\n\nJohn pushed forward, sliding more and more of his shaft into the teenager's hot tunnel. She did nothing to hide her moans and cries of pleasure. Her legs trembled as he seemed to just keep going. To his surprise, he was actually able to get the whole thing into her, if only just. As his hips met hers, he felt his tip mashed against the back of her pussy, filling it completely. \"Jeez! It... it's... so... much!\" She panted heavily. She let out a loud cry as he gave another hard thrust. \"Fuck! So full!\"\n\nHe smiled. \"You wanted this.\" He reached out to take hold of her hips. \"No complaining.\" He started to move in slow but hard thrusts, cramming himself into her. The girl let out a moan or cry or even yelp every time he struck full into her. She was also drooling around him, juices running down her shaky legs.\n\n\"Gods yes! J-just like that!\" She yelped again as his pace started to pick up. \"Oh... fuck... oh fuck oh fuck!\" She gripped the wood under, constantly shifting her grip like she couldn't quite find a good hold. He felt her inner walls quivering and clenching more and more. He knew what it meant, thrusting harder against her for it. She strained, whimpering, but she could do nothing to resist. She let out a loud scream as an orgasm struck her already, her whole body trembling and quivering under him. He still held onto her as she rode through it, not slowing his pace even slightly. \"Fuck! It... it's... it's so... fucking good!\"\n\nThe horse laughed. \"I think I've just ruined every other cock for you, haven't I?\" She whimpered, but then just moaned again. \"And I'm only just getting started.\"\n\nShe gasped. \"W-wha-AH!\" The young cow let out a loud cry as he shifted his hold, gripping both of her twin ponytail and pulling them back. Her neck bent back, her back following, arching herself as he held her by her hair. He started to ram himself forward even harder now, slamming himself deep into her still drooling pussy. She couldn't help but start moaning and screaming in pleasure again. This was the first time someone had ever been so forceful with her. So dominating. Even when the first farmhand had raped her, he just held her down, this was something new. And she absolutely loved it.\n\nWith her head pulled back, it made her tits bounce and sway constantly. He shifted to hold both of the twintails with one hand, reaching his other out to grip at one of her tits and give it a firm, hard squeeze, getting more moans and cries from her as he quickly drove her to another orgasm. Her whole body started to almost thrash against him, pussy squeezing almost painfully tight around his throbbing shaft. He still didn't slow, his hips ramming so hard into her that she was nearly lifted off of her hooves with every blow. She couldn't even speak full words anymore, but he could tell she was begging for more. There was no doubt, she was going to be addicted to this from now on. No other cock would ever be good enough after this.\n\nThough that wouldn't be a problem for her for much longer. He felt his head flaring out within her, his shaft throbbing, but he wasn't finished just yet. \"You... you ready for what's next?\" She nodded, having no idea how he could possibly make this any better than it already was. He grunted, shifting her a little as he rammed deep. \"Alright.\" He adjusted his grip up her hair, until he was holding the back of her head. With no warning, he slammed her head down. Her neck struck the edge of the rusty plow, the sharp, jagged edge slicing into her soft throat.\n\nHer mouth opened in a scream of shock and pain, but only a bloody gurgle came from her mouth. Her body jerked and thrashed, but he held his grip, lifting her head up, only to slam her back down again. And again. Her body started to spasm uncontrollably against him, blood pouring out of her neck. When he pulled her back again, he gripped her head with both hands. He twisted it violently, twisting it almost completely around. Her already exposed spine shattered, sending splinters of bone flying. With one grip on her shoulder, he tugged and completely tore her head free of her shoulders in an explosion of blood, ripping a few pieces of the jagged spine with it.\n\nHe smacked her head down onto the barrel so she could watch as he started to really fuck her body. He gripped her wrists, using them to drag the convulsing body back against him, his hips slapping against hers hard. He panted and grunted, his heavy balls swaying and tightening. \"Fuck... here... you... GO!\" He threw his head back as he came deep into the dying body, blasting a massive load up into her womb. So massive, it started to leak out of her quivering cunt and drool down her thighs. He pumped his hips with every jerk of his cock, another squirt of his seed flowing into her with every one.\n\nThe door to the shed flew open, Carlos standing in the doorway. He had heard all the screaming and came to see what was happening. He stood there, staring at the scene of his daughter's bloody head on the barrel, his farmhand still blasting a load into her underage, dying cunt. \"What... the fuck!?\"\n\nJohn glanced over his shoulder. \"What?\" He slid his arm down and around the still trembling body, pulling it up a little. \"You hired me to kill her. So I killed her.\"\n\nThe bull frowned. \"Yeah, but...\" He motioned at all the blood everywhere. \"I thought you'd make it at least look like an accident!\"\n\nJohn shrugged. He looked at Penny's head. Her pretty, bloody face was frozen in shock and anguish, mouth again, brown eyes wide and staring at nothing, tears still running from them. He picked it up, then dropped it onto the other side of the plow. \"Look at that. Your slutty daughter got fucked so hard that she lost her balance afterwards. It's what kids get for playing around such dangerous farm equipment.\" He reached up to continue fondling the girl's breasts. \"I'd offer you a go at her, but I don't think you should leave a load in her. Might look bad on a police report.\"\n\nCarlos just let out a heavy sigh. \"Yeah... I guess I should let Beth know it's done.\" He turned around, but paused. \"I'll still see you for dinner? I did offer you one of Beth's pies.\"\n\nJohn smirked. \"Might take more than one.\" He grunted. \"Still got quite a bit of cream to provide for it.\" Carlos just chuckled and walked away, leaving the horse alone with the dead teen. John slid his grip back down, letting her fall forward limp. \"Alright. Guess I'm done with you.\" He put his hands on her hips and pushed her forward. He grit his teeth as he dragged his shaft out of her still clinging little cunt. He finally slipped out with a pop, her body flopping to the ground. His seed flowed out of her gaped little hole, soaking into the hay and dirt on the floor, mixing with the already large pool of blood.\n\nHe rubbed his shaft a little, a few last spurts shooting out onto the troublesome teen's ass. \"Well, you weren't wrong about your parents not wanting you anymore.\" He took a few deep breaths. \"Though it was your own fault. Should of been better behaved, ya stupid little cunt.\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nBeth cried out loud as she came, her massive tits flopping and bouncing all over as she shuddered atop John's lap, his cock still slamming up into her. Her head was then dragged back down, her husband's cock rammed back into her mouth. She gripped at his hips, doubling her efforts as she heard the bull grunting and panting as well. It didn't take long before she got him to cum, blasting his load into her mouth and down her throat. Though it was nothing compared to the load John let loose into her a few seconds later. And it was the horse's second one of the night. It was almost enough to set her off again.\n\nCarlos slid out of her mouth, a few more spurts landing on her nose. He fell back on the bed, stroking himself a little. Though his hand was soon replaced by his wife's, gently easing the last of his load out of him. She still left herself sitting on John's lap, feeling the thick cock pumping a little more of his seed into her. Though it was more just for fun now. She had gotten confirmation that she was finally pregnant the day before. It was why he had finally gone through with killing Penny today.\n\nThe three panted heavily, enjoying the afterglow for a time. Soon, John pat the cow's bubbly butt. \"Up you get, mommy-to-be.\" She giggled, squeezing around him at the thought of it. She did still lift her hips off, letting out a low moan as she felt the flared tip still rubbing her inner walls the whole way. She finally slid off with a slight pop, his seed suddenly drooling out of her well used pussy. She almost fell back to the bed, though her husband was there to hold her and pull her close.\n\nCarlos smiled at the horse. \"Thank you again for... all of this.\"\n\nJohn smirked. \"It was my pleasure. Literally!\" He chuckled. \"I am pretty surprised you're okay with this, though. Most guys aren't so hot on their wife banging another dude specifically to get knocked up.\"\n\nBeth was the one to explain. \"We talked about it for a long time...\" She reached up to gently rub her husband's face. \"I didn't do a very good job with Penny... obviously... and we want another chance to do it better.\"\n\n\"And you don't mind that it might not be a bovine in there?\" He pointed at Beth's belly. \"Could be a horse. Or even a hybrid.\"\n\nCarlos slid an arm around Beth. \"We don't care. It'll still be our kid. Horse, bovine, hybrid, or whatever else it is.\" He rubbed Beth's belly, even though it was months too early for her to be showing any signs yet. \"We'll also be open that she isn't my... biological kid.\"\n\nJohn quirked an eyebrow. \"She?\"\n\nHe smiled. \"Just a feeling.\"\n\nBeth gave the horse a big smile. \"If you ever want to meet them, you are more than willing to come by. I'm sure they'd be curious to meet their biological father some day.\"\n\nThe horse sat up, actually having to think about that for a moment. The chances that he had any other kids out there was pretty slim, considering he didn't tend to leave those he slept with alive afterwards. This could very well be his only child. That thought struck him a big harder than he had expected it to. \"I dunno... might be better if I stay away, considering.\" He still reached out, his hand resting on Beth's belly beside Carlos fingers. \"Maybe.\" He looked up. \"Oh, do you have a name picked out?\"\n\nThe bull nodded. \"Sam.\" John quirked his head curiously.\n\nBeth explained. \"Samuel if it's a boy. Samantha if it's a girl.\"\n\n\"Ah. Sam. Got it.\" He smiled. After a long moment of silence, he took a deep breath and let it out. \"Well, I should get going. I've got to get some distance before two panicked parents call the cops about the horrible scene they just found in their tool shed.\" He slid off of the bed, grabbing his shorts to tug them back on. \"You two going to be able to pull off the grieving act?\"\n\nBeth nodded. \"I learned how to cry on command when I was younger. Came in handy with my own da.\"\n\nCarlos shrugged. \"I can probably do shocked and angry. What about you? You know they'll be looking for you.\"\n\nJohn tugged his shirt on. \"That's why I'll be out of state before sunrise. And not in the truck I came here in, so go ahead and give all that detail. Make it as believable as you can.\" He turned to the two. \"Well. This is probably the last you'll ever see of me. At least for a few years.\" He glanced down at Beth's belly again. \"Though... I'll think about your offer to meet the little tyke some day.\"\n\n\"Take care, John.\" Beth leaned into her husband's arms. \"And thank you again.\" The horse gave a final smile and wave before walking out of the bedroom.\n\nJohn Ardale also left the lives of the Dannings forever. They would never see the man again. His hybrid daughter, Samantha, would likewise never get to meet her biological father. The closest she would ever get was finding his grave. But that is a story for another day.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "

The Farmhand Contract

By XP Author


September 14th, 1996. The internet was still in its infancy, requiring an expensive dial up modem to even use it. D-Gen cafe would not be created for another 10 years, and the darkweb version not for another 5 after that. Flip phones were the popular new technology, though the idea of everyone having a portable phone was still only just catching on. The N64 would hit US store shelves in only a few weeks, really kicking off the start of the 3D generation of video games. Independence Day and the first of the new Mission Impossible movies just finished showing in the theaters, and the newest, and arguably best, of the Next Generation movies, First Contact, would be coming in only a month's time. The Macarena was still new and popular, and Biggie Smalls was still alive and rapping. And absolutely none of that mattered to the people of Fieldspire, Alabama. Except Independence Day. That movie was pretty popular with the farmers in the tiny, rural town.

17 miles to the northwest of the town was the Danning Farm, run by Carlos and Bethany Danning. The bovine couple had been running the farm ever since Carlos had taken over from his father. The 41 year old bull had managed to convince his father at a young age to invest in the new machines to help on the farm, and were the first to get a brand new combine harvester. As a result, it was still quite profitable, while most of the town's other farms had fallen behind and struggled to keep up. Unfortunately, it also meant that help was harder and harder to come by. Everyone wanted to get into computers these days.

It was made only harder as the youngest Danning, Penelope, tended to chase off their farmhands with her antics. The 13 year old cow had a habit of teasing and taunting whoever they hired, and then making their lives a living hell after getting what she wanted. And if they dared to deny her, she only made it worse. She would impede their work, talk endlessly about nothing at them, try and drag them away, and in the worst of her tantrums, try to blame the farmhands for the messes she made of collected crops. Her parents were at their wits end with how to deal with the troublesome teen.

Their newest farmhand was John Ardale. The 26 year old horse had been working for them for a few weeks now. Despite being from Maine of all places, he seemed to take to farm work quite easily. He mostly spent his days moving the various inventory around, hauling bushels and barrels about, loading and unloading trucks, and even a bit of repair work when one of the tractors broke down. When not working at the farm, he spent his time in a small house he had rented in town. Each morning he would drive his truck to the farm just as the sun was starting to rise, and he would drive it back at night well past when it set, only to do it over again the next day. All without a word of complaint for the long hours.

Today was no different. Bethany smiled as she heard the truck pulling down the dirt road to park outside. She looked at the clock on the wall. 6:18 am. "Right on time." he always got there between 6:15 and 6:30. The woman was working on scrambling some eggs, mixed with greens. She of course made enough for John, as well. She heard let out a soft giggle as she heard the polite knock on the front door. "Come on in, John." She had told him a dozen times he could just come inside.

John pushed the door open, immediately getting hit in the face by the smell of the food. "Hello, Beth." He was wearing what he always wore, a flannel shirt and denim shorts that ended mid-thigh. The shirt today was a one red with green crosshatching, though like always, he left it open, leaving the wheat-colored fur on his well defined chest and abs showing. He brushed past the woman, opening the fridge and pouring himself a glass of orange juice. At least she had managed to finally convince him that he could do just that as he pleased. "That smells delicious."

"Why thank you." She heard him pulling out one of the chairs to have a seat at the table. "There's also some coffee on if you'd like a mug."

He thought about it. "Not today. Maybe later." Did still turn his attention to the woman. She had quite the shapely figure in her light blue sundress. She was maybe a little overweight, slightly plump at the middle, but the 29 year old mother wore it quite well. Her fur was brown with large splotches of white all over, long brown hair left loose but tidy. The dress did nothing to hide her massive set of breasts, or her round ass. Her thin tail flicked a little as she started separating the eggs onto the plates.

"I'll have some coffee." They both looked as Carlos stepped in. Like John, he wore a flannel shirt and denim pants, though far less revealing than the horse. Though the blue shirt did seem to strain a little to hold in his gut. Though he was far from obese, his arms still powerfully muscular from the work he did. But with spending more time sitting on a tractor than hauling crates, it had started to show a little. That, and he liked his beer. "John. Glad to see you're still here. Ready for another day?"

The younger man nodded. "Yeah. I'm- oh, thank you." He gave a smile as the plate of food was set in front of him. "Yeah. What's on the docket for today?"

Carlos likewise nodded as the plate and a mug of steaming black coffee was set before him. "Thank you, love." He turned back to John. "Nothing too terribly interesting today. Got one truck coming in for you to load, and a few things to organize in the barn, but that's about it. Should be a lighter day for you."

The horse shrugged. "I could look at the Red Beast, see if I can't get her behaving." The red beast was the nickname for Carlos' red tractor. The thing was almost as old as its owner, and it was showing its age.

The man laughed. "If you can get that thing to behave proper, then I'll see to it Beth cooks you one of her famous apple pies!" His wife giggled beside him, already digging into her own breakfast.

John perked up. "Oh!? Yeah, sounds like a pretty good incentive!" He gave a big grin to both bovines. "You know how much I love her pies!" The other two also gave a chuckle.

"What's this about pie!? I don't smell any pie!" The high pitched voice of the youngest Danning called out, followed by the thunderous sound of hooves down the wooden stairs. Penelope burst into the kitchen, the twintails she kept her red hair tied in swayed this way and that as she looked around excitedly, only to get crestfallen when she neither saw nor smelled any pie. "Aww... no pie?" The young girl stood out in the kitchen as the brightest thing around in her yellow sundress, though the thing was maybe one size too small for her growing frame. Even at only 13, she had clearly inherited her mother's ample chest, the things straining at the fabric and threatening to pop out at any moment.

Her father frowned, his voice stern. "No. And even if there was, you're not eating pie for breakfast."

She let out a dramatic sigh and equally dramatic roll of her large, brown eyes. "Fine!" She moved to the fridge to pour herself some milk. John always wondered about the bovines and milk, since it was sourced from the feral version. Though he never quite had the nerve to really ask about it. The teen grabbed her plate of eggs and moved to the table, plopping down in a seat. Though not before dragging her chair uncomfortably close to the horse. "Hey, John."

He gave an awkward smile back to her. "Good morning, Penny." He nearly choked on his orange juice when he felt her leg start to rub against his. She was stepping up her teasing game with him. He managed to gulp down the juices without coughing. "Anything new with you? Got any plans for today?"

She shook her head. "Nope!"

Beth scowled, putting on her stern mother voice. "Yes, she does. She'll be studying her math work today." She gave a pointed look at the teen. "Right, Penny?"

The girl let out another heavy sigh, her shoulders sinking low in her typical melodramatic way. "Fine." Dropping the drama act, she gave a flirtatious glance up at the tall man beside her. "Maybe you could help me later?"

Her father put a stop to that quick enough. "He'll be busy."

John quickly downed the last of his orange juices and stood up. "AND I should probably get started on it all!" He gave a smile to Beth. "Thank you for the breakfast. Delicious as always!" He then hastily made his way outside, leaving Penny grinning, and her parents frowning at each other.

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Morning turned into day, and then afternoon. John had gotten through his work pretty quick. Like Carlos had said, it was a pretty light day for him. So John decided to keep his own promise. He had gotten the red beast out back behind the barn, near the shed the farmer kept his tools and other old equipment. Including some ancient looking plow from the 30's, sitting upside down among the other clutter. The old wood had almost completed rotted away, and the wide blade itself was practically more rust than steel at this point. He wondered if the only reason the middle-aged bovine kept it around was because of how hard it would be to move. Or maybe some sentimental value.

John had the side of the tractor open, his hands deep within the tears and inner workings of the engine housing. He had found one of the problem areas, a few of the connections had either come loose or were worn down, though a simple replacement would fix a lot of those issue. The belt was brand new. He had replaced it himself only a few days ago when it broke down out in the field. He was so focused on his task, he did not hear someone approaching. So when a hand suddenly squeezed his ass, he yelped, banging the back of his head against the edge of the housing. He heard the giggling beside him, knowing who it was even before pulling himself free. "Hello, Penny."

The teen gave him a grin, her tail swishing behind her. "Hey, John!"

He sighed, looking up and around, but not seeing her parents anywhere nearby. Carlos was still out in the field, but he had no idea where her mother was. "Shouldn't you be doing your homework?"

She didn't answer. Instead holding out a glass of something pale yellow, cubes of ice clinking within. "I brought you some lemonade!"

He accepted the glass. "Thank you. That's very thoughtful." He was actually pretty thirsty. More than he realized as he found himself downing the whole glass in one go.

She watched him down the whole thing. "Wow. You really can swallow a lot." Her grin suddenly turned sly. "You know, I can swallow a lot, too..." Her hand rubbed against his thigh.

He coughed on the last bit of the lemonade. "Penny!"

She just giggled and walked around him, instead looking at the open tractor. "Oh wow, there's a lotta stuff in here." She bent over to get a closer look, though it was obvious she wasn't actually interested in the engine. She was far more interested in showing off. As her hips raised up, her skirt slid up a little, showing she wore no panties under it, giving him a perfect view of her puffy pussy lips and shapely round ass. Mixed into her cream colored fur were little dots of reddish-brown running along her backside and down her outer thighs.

He had to admit, it was a pretty nice view she was giving him. He felt himself growing uncomfortably stiff within his denim shorts, his tip threatening to poke free at the bottom. He cleared his throat as he reached out, patting the girl's back gently. "You should probably stop doing that now."

She glanced over her shoulder. "Doing what?" She asked innocently, though her expression was anything but. Her eyes glanced down, seeing the barely contained bulge in his pants, and grinned. "Oh... is the big horse getting excited looking at my little behind?"

He sighed. "Penny, please. Before your parents see?"

She frowned. "They don't care. They know I fuck around." He blinked, this the first time he heard her swear. She shifted back, moving instead up close to him. Her hand gripped at the shaft though his pants, squeezing and stroking at the length. "Surprised I know the word? I've been fucking farmhands like you since I was 11. Ma and Pa don't care."

He cleared his throat, his cock throbbing against her touch. "I-I'm sure they do..."

She shook her head, moving even closer now, pressing her chest against his belly. "No they don't. I know why they actually hired you."

His eyes went wide. "Y-you... do?"

"Yeah. Ma wants to have another baby, but Pa can't no more after that accident. So they hire studs to fuck her and knock her up." He cleared his throat, not sure what exactly to say. She wasn't wrong, he had definitely been plowing her mother as much as the fields since they hired him. He just hadn't expected her to know that. "I also know Pa isn't my real father."

Now that caught him by surprise. "W-what!?"

She glanced up at him, though didn't stop rubbing his cock. "Oh, they didn't tell you?" She grinned, her fingers sliding down, then up under his shorts to grip at his shaft directly. Like her, he didn't wear any sort of underwear. "Wasn't hard to figure out. I may not like math, but I can add and subtract just fine. Their math doesn't add up. Ma's 29, I'm 13. Means Ma got knocked up when she was 15... 'cause ya gotta add in those months of being pregnant. An' she didn't move to Fieldspire until she were 19, so it couldn't be Pa that did it."

He cleared his throat again, still looking around, as if he expected her parents to suddenly materialize around the corner at any moment. "I-I guess that makes some sense..."

She continued, both with her little theory, and with working at his shaft. "Pa talks about Granpap all the time. His pa. But Ma never, EVER talks about hers. Always tells me he's gone and that's it. So... I figure he's the one that done knocked her up." She looked up at him. "So. I'm a kid from rape, see? That's why they don't care none. I ain't Pa's, and I remind Ma of that."

He had to admit, it was a more well thought out theory than he would have expected from her. She had connected a lot of dots that made logical sense. "And so you decided to start..." He motioned down to where her head was rubbing under his shorts. "...messing with their farmhands to... what, rebel?"

She shrugged a little. "Nah. The first one done raped me... or well, woulda been that, but it felt so nice that I let him do it a bunch more before he left. Just kinda like fucking is all." She squeezed his shaft hard. "Yours is definitely the biggest one so far. I really wanna ride it." She giggled. "And by how hard this thing's got, I know you wanna fuck me, too. So don't go saying you don't. You wanna slide this big meat into my tight pussy." She felt him twitch in her grip. "See? I bet I'm a thousand times tighter than Ma's dried up old cunt!"

He blinked again, both at her harsh words, and that she thought that 29 was old. Her mother was only 3 years older than him. Still, he couldn't deny that he definitely did want to fuck the girl. "Fine, but... you don't expect me to do it out here, do you?"

She giggled, her hand slipping out of his pants. "Nah." She motioned for him to follow, swaying her hips tantalizingly. "C'mon. Pa never checks the old shed." He followed her, or at least followed her swaying little tail. He still glanced around to make sure no one was there before going inside. He made sure to close the wooden door, though it would only stop anyone from seeing at a distance. There were a number of small holes in the wooden slats of walls, casting small beams of sunlight from the dust in the air. And there was nothing to muffle any sound inside, though Penny didn't seem to care much about that.

He looked back at the girl, who was bouncing on her hooves in front of him, making her breasts bounce with her. "So, how do you want to do this?"

She smiled. "Well, first, I wanna see it! It felt huge when I was rubbing it!" He shrugged, but did still smirk. He made quick work of the button at his waist, pulling the fly open and letting the shorts fall to the floor. 12 inches of horse meat sprang free into the air, bobbing before her wide-eyed gaze. "Whoa!" She reached out to run her hand along the thick, dark shaft, making note of the little splotches of pink here and there. "I've never seen one that big before!"

He chuckled. "I guess none of the other farmhands were horses? This is pretty normal. Maybe just a bit more, but there is a reason people say they're hung like us."

She rubbed her own legs together in excitement. "I wonder if I could take it all..."

"Maybe. Cows can take a lot, but you're still a bit small. It might hurt."

She smiled up at him again. "I wanna try! I want you to fuck me with that monster! Don't go holding nothing back! I'm sure I can take it!" She looked around, then found a nearby barrel. Resting her hands on it, she lifted her ass up in the air. "C'mon! Let's see!"

He had to admire her enthusiasm. "Well, not so fast." He reached out to tug at her dress a little. "Why don't you get this thing off. You have some nice tits, and I'd like to see them." He motioned down at his cock. "I showed mine, so it's only fair."

The young teen pouted, but still complied with him. "Oh okay..." She reached down to grab the bottom of the yellow sundress and pull it up and over her head. Her tits flopped out free, heavy for someone her size. They looked like they were already high c-cups to him, impressive for a 13 year old for sure. He wondered just how big they would end up getting. Then again, her mother sported some pretty hefty honkers, so he had an idea. "There." She even bounced on her hooves again to make them bounce and sway. "Happy?"

He reached down to rub his shaft a little. "Yeah." He nodded at the barrel again. "Go ahead and get that ass back up in the air for me." This time she complied much more excitedly. Leaning against the barrel, she lifted her rear back up, even her little tail flicking up and out of the way. He could see a little moisture already on those lips as she parted her legs a bit for him. She was definitely already turned on and ready for him. He shouldn't keep her waiting.

Moving forward, he pressed the flat head of his shaft against those little lips. She gasped as he rubbed between them, pushing a little to slowly spread those folds open. "Oh... holy... it's so thick!" She gasped and panted already as he slowly spread those lips wider. She cried out as he pushed between, sliding into her incredibly tight tunnel. "FUCK!" She grabbed at the barrel with both hands, her slender, athletic body trembling a little under him. Though by the way she was squeezing around him, she definitely wasn't in pain. At least, not enough that she didn't love it.

John pushed forward, sliding more and more of his shaft into the teenager's hot tunnel. She did nothing to hide her moans and cries of pleasure. Her legs trembled as he seemed to just keep going. To his surprise, he was actually able to get the whole thing into her, if only just. As his hips met hers, he felt his tip mashed against the back of her pussy, filling it completely. "Jeez! It... it's... so... much!" She panted heavily. She let out a loud cry as he gave another hard thrust. "Fuck! So full!"

He smiled. "You wanted this." He reached out to take hold of her hips. "No complaining." He started to move in slow but hard thrusts, cramming himself into her. The girl let out a moan or cry or even yelp every time he struck full into her. She was also drooling around him, juices running down her shaky legs.

"Gods yes! J-just like that!" She yelped again as his pace started to pick up. "Oh... fuck... oh fuck oh fuck!" She gripped the wood under, constantly shifting her grip like she couldn't quite find a good hold. He felt her inner walls quivering and clenching more and more. He knew what it meant, thrusting harder against her for it. She strained, whimpering, but she could do nothing to resist. She let out a loud scream as an orgasm struck her already, her whole body trembling and quivering under him. He still held onto her as she rode through it, not slowing his pace even slightly. "Fuck! It... it's... it's so... fucking good!"

The horse laughed. "I think I've just ruined every other cock for you, haven't I?" She whimpered, but then just moaned again. "And I'm only just getting started."

She gasped. "W-wha-AH!" The young cow let out a loud cry as he shifted his hold, gripping both of her twin ponytail and pulling them back. Her neck bent back, her back following, arching herself as he held her by her hair. He started to ram himself forward even harder now, slamming himself deep into her still drooling pussy. She couldn't help but start moaning and screaming in pleasure again. This was the first time someone had ever been so forceful with her. So dominating. Even when the first farmhand had raped her, he just held her down, this was something new. And she absolutely loved it.

With her head pulled back, it made her tits bounce and sway constantly. He shifted to hold both of the twintails with one hand, reaching his other out to grip at one of her tits and give it a firm, hard squeeze, getting more moans and cries from her as he quickly drove her to another orgasm. Her whole body started to almost thrash against him, pussy squeezing almost painfully tight around his throbbing shaft. He still didn't slow, his hips ramming so hard into her that she was nearly lifted off of her hooves with every blow. She couldn't even speak full words anymore, but he could tell she was begging for more. There was no doubt, she was going to be addicted to this from now on. No other cock would ever be good enough after this.

Though that wouldn't be a problem for her for much longer. He felt his head flaring out within her, his shaft throbbing, but he wasn't finished just yet. "You... you ready for what's next?" She nodded, having no idea how he could possibly make this any better than it already was. He grunted, shifting her a little as he rammed deep. "Alright." He adjusted his grip up her hair, until he was holding the back of her head. With no warning, he slammed her head down. Her neck struck the edge of the rusty plow, the sharp, jagged edge slicing into her soft throat.

Her mouth opened in a scream of shock and pain, but only a bloody gurgle came from her mouth. Her body jerked and thrashed, but he held his grip, lifting her head up, only to slam her back down again. And again. Her body started to spasm uncontrollably against him, blood pouring out of her neck. When he pulled her back again, he gripped her head with both hands. He twisted it violently, twisting it almost completely around. Her already exposed spine shattered, sending splinters of bone flying. With one grip on her shoulder, he tugged and completely tore her head free of her shoulders in an explosion of blood, ripping a few pieces of the jagged spine with it.

He smacked her head down onto the barrel so she could watch as he started to really fuck her body. He gripped her wrists, using them to drag the convulsing body back against him, his hips slapping against hers hard. He panted and grunted, his heavy balls swaying and tightening. "Fuck... here... you... GO!" He threw his head back as he came deep into the dying body, blasting a massive load up into her womb. So massive, it started to leak out of her quivering cunt and drool down her thighs. He pumped his hips with every jerk of his cock, another squirt of his seed flowing into her with every one.

The door to the shed flew open, Carlos standing in the doorway. He had heard all the screaming and came to see what was happening. He stood there, staring at the scene of his daughter's bloody head on the barrel, his farmhand still blasting a load into her underage, dying cunt. "What... the fuck!?"

John glanced over his shoulder. "What?" He slid his arm down and around the still trembling body, pulling it up a little. "You hired me to kill her. So I killed her."

The bull frowned. "Yeah, but..." He motioned at all the blood everywhere. "I thought you'd make it at least look like an accident!"

John shrugged. He looked at Penny's head. Her pretty, bloody face was frozen in shock and anguish, mouth again, brown eyes wide and staring at nothing, tears still running from them. He picked it up, then dropped it onto the other side of the plow. "Look at that. Your slutty daughter got fucked so hard that she lost her balance afterwards. It's what kids get for playing around such dangerous farm equipment." He reached up to continue fondling the girl's breasts. "I'd offer you a go at her, but I don't think you should leave a load in her. Might look bad on a police report."

Carlos just let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah... I guess I should let Beth know it's done." He turned around, but paused. "I'll still see you for dinner? I did offer you one of Beth's pies."

John smirked. "Might take more than one." He grunted. "Still got quite a bit of cream to provide for it." Carlos just chuckled and walked away, leaving the horse alone with the dead teen. John slid his grip back down, letting her fall forward limp. "Alright. Guess I'm done with you." He put his hands on her hips and pushed her forward. He grit his teeth as he dragged his shaft out of her still clinging little cunt. He finally slipped out with a pop, her body flopping to the ground. His seed flowed out of her gaped little hole, soaking into the hay and dirt on the floor, mixing with the already large pool of blood.

He rubbed his shaft a little, a few last spurts shooting out onto the troublesome teen's ass. "Well, you weren't wrong about your parents not wanting you anymore." He took a few deep breaths. "Though it was your own fault. Should of been better behaved, ya stupid little cunt."

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Beth cried out loud as she came, her massive tits flopping and bouncing all over as she shuddered atop John's lap, his cock still slamming up into her. Her head was then dragged back down, her husband's cock rammed back into her mouth. She gripped at his hips, doubling her efforts as she heard the bull grunting and panting as well. It didn't take long before she got him to cum, blasting his load into her mouth and down her throat. Though it was nothing compared to the load John let loose into her a few seconds later. And it was the horse's second one of the night. It was almost enough to set her off again.

Carlos slid out of her mouth, a few more spurts landing on her nose. He fell back on the bed, stroking himself a little. Though his hand was soon replaced by his wife's, gently easing the last of his load out of him. She still left herself sitting on John's lap, feeling the thick cock pumping a little more of his seed into her. Though it was more just for fun now. She had gotten confirmation that she was finally pregnant the day before. It was why he had finally gone through with killing Penny today.

The three panted heavily, enjoying the afterglow for a time. Soon, John pat the cow's bubbly butt. "Up you get, mommy-to-be." She giggled, squeezing around him at the thought of it. She did still lift her hips off, letting out a low moan as she felt the flared tip still rubbing her inner walls the whole way. She finally slid off with a slight pop, his seed suddenly drooling out of her well used pussy. She almost fell back to the bed, though her husband was there to hold her and pull her close.

Carlos smiled at the horse. "Thank you again for... all of this."

John smirked. "It was my pleasure. Literally!" He chuckled. "I am pretty surprised you're okay with this, though. Most guys aren't so hot on their wife banging another dude specifically to get knocked up."

Beth was the one to explain. "We talked about it for a long time..." She reached up to gently rub her husband's face. "I didn't do a very good job with Penny... obviously... and we want another chance to do it better."

"And you don't mind that it might not be a bovine in there?" He pointed at Beth's belly. "Could be a horse. Or even a hybrid."

Carlos slid an arm around Beth. "We don't care. It'll still be our kid. Horse, bovine, hybrid, or whatever else it is." He rubbed Beth's belly, even though it was months too early for her to be showing any signs yet. "We'll also be open that she isn't my... biological kid."

John quirked an eyebrow. "She?"

He smiled. "Just a feeling."

Beth gave the horse a big smile. "If you ever want to meet them, you are more than willing to come by. I'm sure they'd be curious to meet their biological father some day."

The horse sat up, actually having to think about that for a moment. The chances that he had any other kids out there was pretty slim, considering he didn't tend to leave those he slept with alive afterwards. This could very well be his only child. That thought struck him a big harder than he had expected it to. "I dunno... might be better if I stay away, considering." He still reached out, his hand resting on Beth's belly beside Carlos fingers. "Maybe." He looked up. "Oh, do you have a name picked out?"

The bull nodded. "Sam." John quirked his head curiously.

Beth explained. "Samuel if it's a boy. Samantha if it's a girl."

"Ah. Sam. Got it." He smiled. After a long moment of silence, he took a deep breath and let it out. "Well, I should get going. I've got to get some distance before two panicked parents call the cops about the horrible scene they just found in their tool shed." He slid off of the bed, grabbing his shorts to tug them back on. "You two going to be able to pull off the grieving act?"

Beth nodded. "I learned how to cry on command when I was younger. Came in handy with my own da."

Carlos shrugged. "I can probably do shocked and angry. What about you? You know they'll be looking for you."

John tugged his shirt on. "That's why I'll be out of state before sunrise. And not in the truck I came here in, so go ahead and give all that detail. Make it as believable as you can." He turned to the two. "Well. This is probably the last you'll ever see of me. At least for a few years." He glanced down at Beth's belly again. "Though... I'll think about your offer to meet the little tyke some day."

"Take care, John." Beth leaned into her husband's arms. "And thank you again." The horse gave a final smile and wave before walking out of the bedroom.

John Ardale also left the lives of the Dannings forever. They would never see the man again. His hybrid daughter, Samantha, would likewise never get to meet her biological father. The closest she would ever get was finding his grave. But that is a story for another day.

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