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Farm Life 13 [NSFW] (Patreon)
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I had no idea how Bruno managed to evade discovery for days. I mean, I'd heard of runaway livestock evading capture, but not usually on a single farm, even with as many acres as we had. Sometimes we slept in the open, sometimes taking shelter in one of the lesser-used sheds on the outskirts. We were well-fed, too. Bruno would occasionally sneak me some of the farm's leftover food, but mostly, we foraged, and I got used to eating dry oats. Eventually, I stopped caring; I was happy just to lie there with Bruno.
But about four days after this all started, while Bruno was railing me against a fence post, I suddenly perked my ears to a buzzing noise. Bruno must have heard it too, Darleen's ATV.
“Darlene!" I yipped excitedly, suddenly wagging as my frustrations had long been forgotten.
Bruno grunted and grabbed me by my not-ruddy neckerchief, hauling me away from the fence and dumping me unceremoniously on the ground. He attempted to stand his ground, erection and all, but Darleen didn't even need to get close. She let loose the lasso, and the rope fell taut around Bruno's shoulders at once as she rode by.
"That's no way to treat your master, Bruno," Darleen said.
Bruno growled low in his throat and snarled at her, pulling back on the rope. He managed to heave Darleen from the seat of her ATV, but she moved along with it, landing with more rope coiling around Bruno's legs.
"Don't you dare try anything funny, Bruno," she said, shaking the lasso so that it tightened around him. "Or else I'm going to sell you off for steaks, do you understand me?"
The rope had already wrapped around Bruno several times, and he struggled to get it off. With another pass around, Darleen had knotted more coils around the bull good and tight, pulling his ankles together, as well as his arms and ankles. Bruno had no choice but to fall to his knees. Hitching the ropes to the fence and leaving the bull to stew, Darleen finally stepped up to me, looming over me while tapping her paw.
I huffed, but also, didn't care. I threw my arms around Darleen and hugged her fiercely.
"Don't you give me that!" Darleen said.
"Why didn't you come to me sooner?"
"Darling, I told you, I was a state over at a conference all weekend."
I felt myself deflate in disappointment. "Oh. Oh yeah, I do remember something like that..."
"And you keep forgetting... and now, I've lost four days of work from you!"
"Darleen, I'm sorry!" I pleaded. "I'm so sorry, Bruno--"
"Is very big and strong, I know. But I also know you. What if I was one of the government inspectors, huh? What if he'd come out and asked Carl what'd happened to you? What's Carl gonna say? 'He's out having a tryst with the bull, naked as he was born'. And what happens then?"
"Darleen, I promise, I'll never forget again! Please, don't sell Bruno—"
"No, no," Darleen said. "I'm not doing any such thing. But you're a bad, naughty, disobedient farmhand, and I ain't having it. I'm docking your pay for those four days, and I expect you to work extra hard for the next month. And no fucking animals, period. After that... well, I have no choice but to forgive you."
I cried, throwing my arms around her once again. She sighed heavily and wrapped her arms around me., nuzzling me gently. “God, Sammy, what am I gonna do with you…?”
“I don’t know,” I cried. “I’m sorry. I’m just messed up and broken, I know…”
"Come on, dear," she said. "Let's go back up to the farmhouse and get some pants on you. There's some things we need to talk about."
—
We fucked it out for a few hours. Bruno’s extremely slow manner of fucking for the last four days had left me more needy than spent, and I was all to happy to push Darleen into an eager frenzy of yips. When she finally collapsed atop me in a fluffy heap, panting heavily, I pulled her closer, pressing my lips against hers. Her tongue darted between my lips, and I returned the gesture, kissing her deeply.
“Please marry me, Darleen,” I begged.
She just ignored the request this time. She pulled away from our kiss, and stared into my eyes.
“I love you,” I said.
“You are a handsome man, Sammy, and I'm sure you will make some lucky woman very happy someday, but I'm not going to be that girl. Not so long as you keep up this dangerous lifestyle. You hear me?"
I nodded, tears still falling down my face. "God, I don't know what's come over me," I said. "I need to get myself back on track. I can."
"Well, hopefully the news will help in that regard." Darleen sighed heavily.
I tilted my head. "What news?"
"I went over it with some friends up at the conference, and there's no way around it. I'm gonna need to downsize the farm."
"Downsize?" I nearly sat up, but Darleen had me pinned to the mattress.
"Now, it's not gonna be permanent," Darleen said. "And I'm not letting you go or nothing; if anything you still owe me and I'm not about to rescind that debt. But we need to cut the herds at least in half. Oh, don't give me that look! You weren't supposed to get so attached to the animals in the first place. You're a farmer now, knobhead."
I blinked, and slowly sat up, rubbing my jaw with my fingers. "So, you just sell them off?"
"I know, you're a softie. I'm not selling anyone off for meat or nothing, much as that'd offset the costs--they're all going to dairy farms. It's fine, Sammy, they expect this from time to time. They'll be okay."
I wasn't sure I wanted to take Darleen's word on that, but it was her decision to make.
"The problem is," Darleen said, "That'll be an injection of cash upfront, but far as I can figure, even if we manage to stabilize the farm here, I'll be an old dog by the time we can bring it back up to where it was."
I swallowed heavily, and looked away from her, my mind racing.
"It's not like I can afford to keep everything going, myself," Darleen continued. "There's so much maintenance that needs to be done, and raw dairy prices are still all over the damn place. I could see myself being able to pull through pretty easily if I got rid of one third of the stock, maybe two thirds. That'd put us in a better position overall, at least until we see how the market shakes out."
"Us?" I asked.
She nipped me. "You know what I mean. Now please, please, please behave. I need you, Sammy. I really hope you don't mind staying on for a while longer than you intended."
I looked down at myself. Darleen had insisted I get bathed before we had sex, and I was more than a little startled to find that I'd started to cut an extremely masculine figure under my fur. I'd always been lean, but now I was clearly defined, with thick muscles for my admittedly short frame, and a rippling six-pack.
Technically, I'd already gotten what I wanted when I started out. I'd probably had it for weeks, but now with my cock buried deep in Darleen, I'd started wanting even more. It wasn't enough that I'd started growing comfortable in my own skin. I really, really wanted Darleen, too. I could have stayed here forever, if only when I'd asked to marry her, she'd just said 'yes'.
"Of course I won't mind," I said. "I'm staying right here."
She snuggled close to me, and kissed me. "Good boy," she said.