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Katsuki, after getting freshly fucked by Deku, offered his milk up. Cow hybrids aren’t supposed to share milk with other cow or bull hybrids, but it's not like anybody follows those rules that humans have set up for them.
“Th-Thank you so much Kacchan, but I’m actually full. Yep! Haha.” He darted nervously around.
Because Deku wanted to help, (fighting with him on this is useless…ugh) he plugged up Katsuki’s pussy so the cum stayed in there and dressed him up. Fretting about being clean, he didn’t even offer to milk Katsuki. Something the nerd absolutely loved, palming his tits was probably his next favourite activity after fucking him. Afterwards Deku fleed the breeding pens, as if a monster was chasing him.
Odd behavior from the nerd, but he brushed it off. Probably up to some weird shit.
With a groan Katsuki pushed himself up with great care. His tits were so full, it felt like they were bursting, extremely uncomfortable and distracting.
To get rid of his heavy tits filled with milk, he could either express it himself which he is not the most fond of, truthfully speaking. Someone elses’ hands always felt better. Another option is all the employees that do it by hand, but unfortunately they are on vacation. Stupid employees. Bulls do in fact learn how to milk a cow, but Deku rejected it for whatever reason. Pumping machines were also available, but the cold metal on his skin is absolutely despisable and evil, weird and fucking soulless.
So the only other option and the way better option is to ask his other bulls whether or not they want to drink or milk him. It always leads to far more of course—but that’s what Katsuki wants. And he can do whatever the fuck he wants with his milk after fulfilling his quota of the day anyways.
Determined to not waste it, he pranced out of the breeding pens himself. Ready and hopeful of finding a bull he thinks deserves milk. The bell on his neck choker brought attention, yet in Katsuki’s case—a warning; ‘Don’t come near me.’
There are some stupid bulls approaching him, Katsuki can tell. He looks down their crotches, their penises just average sized and weak-looking. He scoffed.
For cow hybrids, since they produce milk from the semen of a bull hybrid the best, everyone is strongly encouraged to fuck and for easier excess, all hybrids, except employees and little calves are dressed in skimpy clothing that hides nothing. Bulls have their cock on display, with shorts to cover their behind. Their chests were left completely bare. Meanwhile, cows have a cow patterned bra, shorts with open butt and pussy on display. All for easy access. Every cow gets a little choker the moment they are old enough to produce milk, a gentle chime attached to attract a bull. Each cow also gets their ear pierced with a little cow tag to show who they belong to. In Katsuki’s case, the All Might Farm. Technically, the All Might only has cows, no bulls, but they are in cooperation with the Endeavor farm.
Anyways, back to the main point—he ignores those shitty extras whose cocks could never compare to his other bulls, largely in favor of another bull hybrid.
“Icy-hot!” He called out to the group of bulls lazing in the grass under a tree. The bell chimed each time, as if it announced Katsuki’s very presence.
Shouto, who was dozing off, snapped his head up and made eye contact with the cow. His ear twitched.
As if it was already in the bag, he marched forward, head held high, “Drink my milk.” he demanded. The little tail slapping in the air, trying his best to drive the point home.
To be honest, Shouto was one of the worst options. But only because he takes so excruciatingly long to drink or milk him and in Katsuki’s current state, with plump tits full of milk and ready to burst, that’s the last thing he wants. Alas, he can’t be too picky right now.
However, much to his surprise, Shouto shot him down.
“I’m already full. Before you ask, I also can’t milk you.”
Huh. Guess he got his milk from somewhere else.
Katsuki’s tail slightly drooped. No matter! There are still other bulls that he accepts that would gladly drink his milk! Or palm his tits! Stupid Deku! Stupid Shouto!
With that in mind, he talked to Eijirou and Tenya, but unfortunately, they looked equally as nervous and turned him down. Scratching their necks and sweating, they couldn’t even look him in the eye.
Seeing this odd behavior (except from Shouto, not like he can particularly tell) he snapped.
“Fine you assholes! Just tell me you got another cow to milk!”
They scrambled up immediately in shock and horror as they vehemently denied those (certainly REAL) claims. But Katsuki ain’t a listener so he stomped away. Fine! Whatever! It wouldn’t have been so hard to tell him that shit! Everytime Katsuki doesn’t like the shit they’re doing, he tells those losers straight up! But now that he wants an answer, they can’t even say they’ve got another cow’s milk. Assholes. All of them. It is the same reason all of them gave.
Huh.
Katsuki slowed down his power walk, this part of the pasture empty of any souls.
Could it be that his bulls don’t want him anymore? Or his milk? The small swaying tail lost its vigor as it completely dropped down, withering away. No wonder. They probably planned it all along, together. Telling him the same shit, but in truth—they found another cow to regularly fuck and drink milk from. Sitting down and leaning against a tree for a break, each step he took, his tits bounced, heavy with milk.
Not gonna lie, Katsuki may or may not have tears in his eyes. Of course he didn't cry! Never ever would he cry! He is known for being the toughest cow on the farm for god's sake! Everybody and their mother knows not to mess with him. He hugged his knees tighter and wiped his tears on himself.
Why don't any of his bulls want to drink his milk anymore?
Katsuki literally had the best milk in the entire farm, which was even more fucking expensive than others!
What if his behavior truly drove them all away?
That thought took root in his mind and grew unbelievably big. It made sense. They probably all found another cow with sweeter milk, that was more pliant, cuter, softer, like cows are supposed to be.
Nothing like Katsuki.
Perhaps his milk is probably bad.
Expired.
Katsuki is an expired cow.
His eyes grew wetter as negative thoughts spiraled.
Now he is and feels all alone, pussy empty of cum and tits heavy with milk.
The wind caressed the sad figure huddling in on itself. The grass swayed, and gentle chimes clang. Footsteps approached, each accompanied by a gentle rustle of the green, luscious grass. They stopped in front of him and did not move from the spot.
Feeling eyes bore into his head, Katsuki whipped his head up.
"What?" He spat out with venom. It was one of those bulls that left him the fuck alone, which was greatly appreciated. Not like he knows his name, though.
Both came to a standstill, sizing each other up. Not being able to help it, Katsuki’s eyes automatically traveled down to his open crotch. A very well-endowed bull indeed. His cock hung proudly, it could honestly be considered a third leg at this point. Not many could rival that size.
"You're crying."
"Wow, great work sherlock. Amazing deduction."
Eyebags adorned his face, and it reminded him of a senior bull, Shouta with his empty look. They have the same atmosphere.
“What’s the problem?” This guy casually plopped down next to him. He wiped his tears again to see better.
Katsuki grumbled at the question. “Nothing.” Mumbling, he buried his face again. This was extremely annoying to Katsuki, he hated being seen as weak—or god forbid, in a more vulnerable state, like right now. But currently? Maybe for once…maybe once he wants his sadness to be seen. Everybody only sees his tough exterior and expects Katsuki to not have any feelings under that or only shallow shit like anger and arousal or pride. That’s not true. It’ll never be—but those shitty extras don’t see it that way. All of them have fucking brain damage.
“We've never talked before, but my name’s Hitoshi. Sometimes you need an ear to listen to you. Maybe I can help?”
His voice was low and soft, and without much emotion. Calming, perhaps even a little funny. Not sensing any bad intentions, it was easy for Katsuki to open up—maybe just this once can Katsuki let his guard down.
“None of my bulls want to drink my milk anymore. They found another cow to fill their belly and I have a feeling they’re abandoning me.”
It was pretty common for bulls to just breed another cow. Like whatever. But Katsuki had those bulls around him for years, especially Deku since his childhood. They never went to another cow, like, ever. This got other cows curious and maybe a teeny tiny bit jealous to have all the young and handsome bulls only vying for Katsuki’s attention. And now it's gone. Taken for granted, they left.
Silence descended around them. The slight breeze cradled Katsuki, trying its best to cheer him up.
“Forget those bulls. If you want I can stay by your side. How about that? I don’t need milk or anything from you either.
Let’s get to know each other, Katsuki.”
His ear twitched. Really now? Usually bulls want milk from cow hybrids, and in turn, cow hybrids get their seed so their pussy can turn it into milk. That’s the main reason why Katsuki produces milk like crazy: getting cock from morning ‘till night from 4 different, energetic, healthy young bulls had worked wonders for milk production. Again, there was this unconditional feeling Katsuki gets from Hitoshi. If his bulls don’t want him anymore, then who is Katsuki to beg them? Fine! Goodbye, stupid nerd! Stupid bull! Stupid four-eyes, stupid half-and-half!
“...My tits are heavy with milk. Relieve me.” He muttered as he stretched his legs out and loosened the seams of the cow patterned bra to take it off completely.
Hitoshi gaped at his tits, blushing ‘til you could see smoke going up his head. Like a little virgin. Pink nipples now free, the breeze turned suddenly a little cold, nipples now hardening.
“What are you starin’ at, stupid bull? Never seen tits before? Drink.”
To emphasize his need, he cupped his heavy and full tits and expressed a little milk, white droplets of milk trailing down his big, heavy breast. It worked like magic, and Hitoshi tackled him and immediately latched onto his breast, the other, quite possessive hand on his other breast.
He groaned in relief, gently caressing the back of Hitoshi’s head. The hair was reminiscent of Katsuki’s own hair, spiky and a little coarse, not as silky as the hair of his other bulls like Shouto or Tenya. Not as curly and soft as Deku’s. Maybe more like Eijirou… . Katsuki got a feel for his black horns which were on the smaller side, but he prefers it. Sometimes when Inasa comes around, with his big frame and astronomical sized horns they would unfortunately hit his chin. Hitoshi's instead are a great size and pretty smooth.
The warm mouth was soft and he sucked deeply each mouthful, slow and methodical. It made his brain mush. Hitoshi groaned. “Katsuki, those bulls are fools. Your milk is literally the best, I could drink it all day.” That definitely made Katsuki immediately go pliant at the praise, falling down softly onto the grass as the big bull caged him from above, big heavy weight pinning him down. God, his now empty pussy is throbbing hard. Everytime his bulls have drunk from him it was during, before or after a fuck and it definitely rewired Katsuki’s brain. He wanted to be filled so badly. His cock would definitely fill Katsuki up to the absolute brim.
Panting, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Hitoshi. Fuck me.”
Katsuki wriggled his legs free of the warm cage and wrapped them around the waist of his bull. His bull!
“Fuck.” Cursing under his breath, Hitoshi propped himself up with one arm, the other throwing away his plug and immediately fingering him. Not being able to hold back, Katsuki moaned and closed his eyes to concentrate on the pleasant intrusion, caging Hitoshi between his plush thighs tighter and clenching down. The glide was incredibly easy as he pumped his cold fingers in and out of his pussy. Close to a climax Katsuki gripped Hitoshi’s wrist tightly.
Softly, as if beckoning the bull further, he gave a sultry look, “Wanna cum from your cock more.”
Immediately he retracted his fingers and lined up his cock into the waiting, hungry mouth. This asshole literally bottomed out in one try with his piping hot, thick, girthy penis, it was so long and incredibly hard as the cockhead kissed his cervix. The bell on his neck rang and Katsuki groaned, the burn stretching the tight walls to his absolute limit. Gritting his teeth, Katsuki slung his arms around broad shoulders. Tears sprung unwillingly from his eyes. “You stupid bull! You’re too fucking big! Wanna kill me or what?!” To his credit, Hitoshi did look guilty. However, his flushed appearance and the ever slight burning of his cunt as Hitoshi rocked back and forward inside of him suggests differently.
Warm, big hands gripped his hips comfortably and pushed the thick intrusion even deeper, which got a groan from Katsuki. Leaning down, Hitoshi gave little butterfly wisps to kiss away his salty tears. The slow rocking of his hips felt really good, like a slow massage as his walls tried its best to accommodate the bull on top of him. Tense shoulders relaxed, and all the worries washed away like this ice cream on a hot, summer day the shitty employees sometimes give him.
A rough, sharp snap of his hips snapped Katsuki out of his reverie as his gasping, open inviting mouth immediately got captured by Hitoshi. He ravaged his mouth, a hungry tongue completely dominated him inside. Trying his best to keep up, it turned into a dance between them. Already used to his cock, Katsuki broke to kiss, “Go faster.” he breathlessly whispered, moving his hips in rhythm. The grip on his hips dug deeper into his flesh, which will probably leave a bruise tomorrow.
Katsuki was so pretty and pliant, his blush traveling and painting his white creamy canvas in a pretty pink, wanting his cock so badly. How could he ever say no to that? How could all those bulls ever say no to that? A low chuckle escaped Hitoshi’s lungs, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
In compliance he thrusted faster into the tight, warm hole, sweet moans and squelching noises and the chimes of a bell filled the empty expanse. Gods, he wanted to be inside of that warm, wet pussy forever. He fucked him into the ground so hard and fast that Katsuki came, clenching down harder as Hitoshi hit his sweet spot. Even as Katsuki got thrown into pure bliss, his body shaking in uncontrollable pleasure, Hitoshi didn’t stop and fucked him through his orgasm, again and again, until the cow beneath him was nothing but a moaning mess, until he forgot his own name.
His punishing thrusts were unrelenting as he drove into Katsuki, pressing his thighs all the way down to his ears, going even deeper. Finally after multiple orgasms, Hitoshi’s hips stuttered and a shit ton of cum entered his pussy, milking him for all that his cock is worth.
Both made out with each other and parted, panting into eachothers mouth as their breath became one. Hitoshi attempted to pull out, but Katsuki just locked his hips into him, unmovable. Clenching down to keep the cum inside, both groaned in unison as Katsuki scowled and yelled, “You stupid bull threw away my plug to who-knows-where! Unless you want your cum wasted or find my plug, you’re staying inside me.”
“Got it.”
Afterwards, Hitoshi hoisted them both up into a sitting position, with Katsuki straddling his legs. He leaned against the tree, the only witness to their passionate love-making. That made Katsuki bite his tongue as the fat cock head literally drove deeper into his cervix, even though Hitoshi was already going soft. Hitoshi massaged Katsuki hips, beautiful red bruises of fingers decorating his hips. Truly, he had done well.
In the past, whenever Hitoshi looked at Katsuki, he really had to keep his dick down and tear his eyes away. All the will power he could possibly manifest was spent trying to keep his very interested cock from being obvious. Other bulls tried to have a go at the beautiful, cute cow hybrid, yet everyone came back only defeated. Including his friends.
Including Hitoshi. But look at him now. So cute and pliant under him, a cow hybrid with a big presence and personality, yet Hitoshi towers over him effortlessly.
“Thank you for accepting me, Katsuki.”
To celebrate the win, he pulled the warm body against his and hugged Katsuki, placing a kiss on the forehead. Huffing, Katsuki hesitantly hugged back, a huge blush adorning his lovely features and hid his face into the crook of Hitoshi's neck.
Resting his chin on Katsuki’s head, Hitoshi thanked whatever god that brought them together. (author here: no problem bro) He definitely lucked out. The prettiest and cutest cow, known for his short and explosive temper in his lap, resting leisurely.
Selfishly, a little voice whispered and he hoped that he could keep Katsuki to himself.
Both cow and bull stayed intertwined. Together, they melted into one and through the afterglow of their peaks, they started dozing off. Even the wind was silent, as if afraid to wake them up. The sun shone softly onto them both.
Silence settled in, lulling them to a deep, dreamless sleep.