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Disclaimer: BreedingSeason belongs to the BS team, not me, and I'm not making any money off this. Any resemblance to real people is accidental, and this is 100% original fiction.

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The Colliers ran my farm as their own for a little while and were upset at the slow progression of my pregnancy, otherwise treating me almost exactly as they had when they had rented me the previous year, except that they left Tanir and Inmi in charge of me while I remained pregnant and thus unbreedable. They also made sure I was put in padded, thumbless mittens so I couldn't get into any mischief with the stall latch or other equipment. Two weeks later I heard some fighting in the distance and the Colliers ran off, but no one else came, so I gave birth to my third child by Lady Apowyl, who I named Lady Alana and raised as best I could, all the while worrying about what would happen when the farm's food stocks ran out.
Inmi, keeping true to her instructions, continued mounting me at least twice a day, and so it wasn't a surprise that my next after Lady Alana was another futaequinne. What was shocking was that Inmi began speaking basic Pilvish a few days later, mostly commands to me.
Dame Delilah arrived with a company of Artannian infantry another three days after that, right as I was delivering a ket. She never came near me, but she brought a brother named Nathaniel to take possession of the farm who did no work at all except to – thankfully – order more feed for us all. Everything else he left to Tanir, Inmi, and now Inmi's daughter “Horsey”.
Horsey learned Artannian rapidly from Nathaniel, as well as a bad attitude toward the other onabeasts. Around Tanir and Inmi, of course, she remained polite and gentle, but then alone with us she had none of their tenderness or care. She would just push me in with the diwargs and leave me there for hours, or leave me hooked to the milker all night, or forget to put it in reach so I woke up overflowing. And of course I no longer slept in the house, even when it was time to deliver.
After three weeks like this, I was actually happy to see Dame Delilah return to expel her worthless brother who didn't even know how to collect product properly, meaning that almost all of it was going to waste. She actually performed a cursory inspection of the place, and besides giving me a hard stare and ordering that my fingers be glued together inside the mits using the strong, rubbery glue derived from demon cum. After that, heard but did not see her for a couple days. The third day was the same in the morning, but during an afternoon inspection she actually came to see me, to my surprise.
“Well well well, Bonbon! No, put that monstrosity away, Horsey you can't have her right now. You really have no more manners than my brother. Is she pregnant now?”
“She just delivered this afternoon,” Horsey told her.
“She's leaking,” Delilah pointed out. I hadn't been milked in over eight hours, and I was at my limit, mooing with my eyes shut against the discomfort.
“Needs milking.”
“That's why she's mooing like that?”
“Maybe. Moos about all sorts of things,” Horsey answered insouciantly.
“You could continue on your way.”
“Gotta fuck the milk outta her,” Horsey said.
There was a smacking sound. “No, you barbaric animal, I said continue on your way. Now do it, before I have you sent to the knacker.”
The door closed. “So you need milking, huh? Let's see. Lift the knockers, and... oh my, what kind of milk is this?” I felt a finger swipe cream from my nipple. “Oh, this is good.” She put her hold hand around one of my large nipples and tugged, sending out a spurt of cream. “Damn! Look at what you've done, you stupid cow. Well. I guess no one can see.” I heard rustling and opened one eye to see her hanging up her habit to dry after using some of my drinking water to wipe it down. Underneath the habit I was shocked to see that Delilah actually had a very womanly body. She continued to disrobe until she was entirely naked and obviously excited by whatever she was about to do.
She grabbed my teats harder. “You like that, Riannon? No wonder your family stayed when the feral onabeasts came. You're feral. A feral little cow with the biggest tatas I've ever seen. They're obscene.” She was demonstrating how obscene she really thought they were by licking frosting of cream off of them after each tug. “It's so thick and slick, and your nipples are huge. And hard. Are you excited to get some attention? Are you cow? Well, let's see...” She took my nipple and shoved it in her cunt as far as it would go, then squeezed my breast mercilessly, making my cream gush into her vagina. “Do you like that, you freakish little cow?” she asked me viciously.
“Tanir, Inmi, Horsey!” she called out. “Come here!” she called. They arrived, with Horsey looking sullen. “You two with the monstrous appendage. One of you, get underneath Bonbon and take her bum while the other takes her cunt. I want to see if she can take both at once. Tanir, hold her up. Yeah, is that a little tight, Bonbon? Feeling a little stretched?” Delilah had a crazed look in her eye as she rubbed her hand up and down the distended skin of my belly, feeling Horsey's cock sliding underneath my flesh. “Or are you just such a good little cow that a couple of horse cocks just fit perfectly? I guess you are. Maybe you deserve the farm after all. Such a good little cow. Not to run the farm, but you can have this stall. It's perfect for you, stupid, slutty little cow. And the farm will belong to me, like it always should have. You Riannons acted like you were so fearless, but really you're just a bunch of slutty little cows who should have been in the barn the whole time. I admit, even I didn't guess you were really just animals, but I should have known.”
As she continued to rant, she was tugging at my nipples and gulping the cream, though most of it was splattering wastefully all around us, including onto Horsey, who didn't really seem to like this situation. When she tried to move out of the way, though, Delilah would curse at her and tell her to keep going. Delilah stopped milking me herself and ordered Horsey to do it while Tanir throat-fucked me so she could watch and, I think, masturbate to the sight of me being overstuffed in ever orifice. I think I heard the sound of her moans over my moos, but I wasn't following developments too closely by then. I'd had a lot of experience being fucked all sorts of ways, but being this jammed all over was a first for me.
I guess Delilah decided I wasn't looking degraded enough for her pleasure, so she elbowed Tanir aside and grabbed a teat with both hands to try to shove it into my mouth. “Drink it! Drink your own milk, stupid slut cow!”
It wasn't a big deal to oblige – I tasted pretty good, after all – but I was anxious at how disturbed she was acting. Then, suddenly, her yelling stopped. It took me a moment to realize why: Tanir, whom Delilah had interrupted just before climax, had naturally noticed that Delilah's bending to grab my nipples meant her rear was presented. Deliliah's eyes almost rolled up in her head as Tanir mounted her as she had mounted me so many times. A small nasal warble escaped her as she came, maybe for the first time in her life, for all I could tell. Tanir kept going, and I could see Delilah's tongue rolling in pleasure.
The sight of Dame Delilah enjoying a fuck moved me a lot closer to the edge, and I was letting out my own loud moos of orgasm within a few seconds. It didn't end there, but coherent memories do, and the next thing I remember clearly is laying on my pillowed breasts by myself and covered in drying fluids. I was supposed to be hosed off from the roof cistern after particularly messy breeding sessions, but I guess they forgot me. I felt sore, of course, but not actually hurt, so I guessed that getting a nice little fucking from Tanir must have taken the edge off whatever was bothering Delilah.
The next morning things seemed to return to normalcy. Tanir came by to give me a bath and change out the cans in the milker, and I gave her her morning blowjob like always. Then Horsey came by to scrape my ovaries before taking me out to use in harvesting the diwargs. Delilah visited me to call me names but didn't interrupt the harvest, and so on from there. Delilah was much more assiduous than her brother about making sure things were done properly, but she was no more willing to get her hands dirty, so Tanir, Inmi and especially Horsey had to work harder. In some ways it was actually better. Sure, I had to listen to Delilah insult me and gloat about having taken the farm from me, but at least I was being taken proper care of. She even allowed Gent to visit, because it amused her to call me his favorite bitch, and congratulate me on 'marrying up' to the feral diwarg.
On the third day, however, she came storming into my stall, furious. “What is this!” she shouted, pointing at her belly. It had an obvious bulge, like a woman four months pregnant, or me, three days pregnant. I looked again, and realized her breasts, never small, had also grown substantially. “What is going on? Did your milk cause this, you stupid little cow?”
I couldn't answer, of course, and she just slapped me and stalked off. It was to be the last I saw of her for several days, until she came to see me while I was delivering another diwarg. Her belly was flat again, but her breasts had swelled hugely. I didn't have to be a genius to realize that Tanir had gotten Delilah pregnant, and now Delilah, like me, had taken on hostrus features. I wondered where the calf had gone, but figured it was probably somewhere else in the barn. I certainly had no way to ask.
After that I returned to seeing Delilah every day, but while she continued to insult me, she did so a little more warily, and she avoided Tanir, instead addressing herself almost entirely to Horsey. She also, I saw, struggled not to touch herself in the chest or groin. I didn't understand why she resisted, since it would just make her more pent up.
A storm came through, and Delilah came to visit in the midst of it. She wasn't angry this time, just a little desperate, and she started milking me more slowly and gently while masturbating and telling me what a good cow I was. As if she planned it that way, her crotch was again pointed right at the stall door when Tanir came in as part of her regular rounds, and did what came naturally. Delilah didn't even try to look surprised; she just helped herself to my nipple while Tanir took her from behind. With fewer distractions this time around, I could count her orgasms: at least five.
When she was done, she silently wiped herself off and walked awkwardly out, sort of waddling around her sore pussy. It wasn't necessary to give Tanir her blowjob after that, so we set off without it. It was a surreal experience, but not bad. Also surreally, she seemed to go right back to her regular bossy, insulting manner later that same day. She was a very odd woman.
Again she disappeared after she started to show, though this time she didn't rage about me about it before doing so. What was different was this time she raged at me afterwards.
“This! This is why these farms should have been destroyed. I should have let them burn down this barn, the whole farm, everything. It's a curse! It's corruption! Look at this!” She held up her breasts to demonstrate how much further they'd grown, and paused her diatribe to look at them and lick her lips. “These monstrous breasts are the wages of sin!”
I thought the breasts were very nice wages, and not at all monstrous. They weren't even as big as her head, much less as big as the average hostrus udders. Given mine were still larger than that, her breasts still seemed almost petite by comparison.
Horsey arrived to see what the shouting was about, and to my surprise Delilah turned her abuse against the equine forewoman with even more viciousness, going so far as to slap a woman so tall Delilah had to stand on her tiptoes to reach.
That was apparently the last straw for Horsey, and faster than I would have thought possible, the futaequinne was pulling Dame Delilah down on her cock. To say Delilah was shocked would be massive understatement. She looked so stunned as to be insensible. One of her eyes drooped half-closed and the iris of the other tried to roll back in her head. Her head lolled back on her shoulders, and her body convulsed. Had I looked like that the first time Lady Apowyl fucked me? It was fascinating to watch, and I was glad when Gent took advantage of the moment the mount me, because it definitely put me in the mood.
Delilah eventually started to recover and started shouting abuse at Horsey, telling her about how she was ugly and sinful and stupid, but never telling her to stop. Horsey called Tanir over to silence Delilah with a throat-fuck as Delilah had had Tanir do to me. Based on how Delilah squeezed and twisted her own breasts, and kneaded the soft spot above her clitoris, I could see she was enjoying it. Also, the orgasmic convulsions were a bit of a giveaway. When Tanir was done and futastrus cum was dripping from Delilah's nose and mouth, I thought Delilah would resume her insults and shouting, but after that all I heard were wordless grunts.
Even after Horsey finished and threw Delilah in with me she still didn't say anything. She looked at me angrily as Horsey snapped a collar around her neck and fastened her to the same bar as secured me in the stall. She didn't say anything that whole day, including when Inmi and Horsey came in to fuck us again, or through the rest of the week while she got used to the hostrus routine.
She even seemed glad to see me sometimes after Horsey was finished with harvesting, as if she was bored without me around. Mutely she showed me how he feet were changing, comparing them with my tippy-toe shapes. Hers didn't look quite the same as mine, but they might have been headed in the same direction.
We delivered the same day, which surprised me since I had gotten pregnant first. That she delivered Horsey's colt was expected, though. It made Horsey happy, since she'd never been able to get me pregnant despite trying many times. It made her so happy that she extended Delilah's 'punishment' so she could deliver Horsey another colt.
This time I realized there were changes in both Horsey and Delilah. Delilah's feet were definitely developing into hooves, and Horsey's face was shifting to look almost Artannian, or at least Pilvan.
“Well, isn't this interesting, Dame Delilah?” Horsey told her. “I think I'm taking on your Artannian characteristics while you take on my equine characteristics. Don't you think that's fascinating? Oh, you don't have to answer; I know hostrusi can't talk. Though, I think you need a more appropriate name, don't you? How about mare? Yeah, I think that works. And I think we can make you more comfortable by making your hands like your friend Bonbon's.”
The next day brought fighting in the distance, but it stayed distant. There were a lot of soldiers marching around outside, and Officer Ferris came by to ask about Dame Delilah. Fortunately or unfortunately, he accepted Horsey's story about Delilah having gone for supplies.
We continued to hear fighting on and off for days, and Horsey really did have to go forage for supplies, leaving Tanir and Inmi in charge.
“You know, Delilah,” Horsey said when she returned, “You might make an even better hostrus than Bonbon, because you have the hooves. And I'm pretty sure you're carrying Tanir's calf again, because your tits are definitely bigger than when I left. I hope you're pleased, because I also think the Artannians are going to lose, and when they do, there's going to be a reckoning. It's probably better for you to disappear rather than be executed, don't you think? So I'm going to help you get a new life. I even brought you a collar with your new title: Mare Delilah. Won't you like that? I think you will. In time.”
To my surprise, Horsey was right. Sure, Delilah was alternately furious and despairing at first, but the first time she was big enough to fit the electrical milker's teat cups properly, something seemed to flip in her. I don't know if her mind just broke, or what, but she became a very enthusiastic, even competitive breeding mare. Though she couldn't talk any more than I could, she made clear that she felt herself to be superior to me because she could birth in six days instead of my seven. It was strange to see her haughty about being a better class of livestock, but she proved it could be done.
She didn't even seem to care much when Pilvan troops drove back the Artannians and re-secured the barn. They accepted Horsey's somewhat-true story that Delilah had seized the farm as a spoil of war but had given it up again when the battle turned, and so things continued on as had become normal, though with a few extra Pilvan solders to service because the house was being used as a field hospital.
Meanwhile the farm thrived amidst the war as both Artannians and then the Pilvans desperately needed resupply of onabeast products, so they saw that we had plenty of feed and other supplies. Horsey traveled to the temporary guild office in war-torn Kvari village to fetch ear tags for Delilah and to register herself as the interim breeder, and generally tried to make everything look as official as possible before Pilvan officials arrived.
I think it was a little unnecessary to brand Delilah, but I suppose she had become almost as valuable as I was by then. She didn't have my special creamy milk and her breasts were hardly bigger than an average hostrus, but her gestation period actually shortened another day to five, and her white hair gave her an exotic albino look that the soldiers seemed to like. She was also even more helpful than I was in being used to harvest cum, because she wasn't as heavy and didn't need milking so often.
Because this time I knew I would get out of my predicament eventually, neither Delilah's mute gloating over being a better hostrus nor Horsey's refusal to treat me like an intelligent being really got under my skin. On the other hand it was boring to have nothing to do besides hostrus things. That isn't to say that I didn't enjoy the milking and the fucking, but it just got old to do nothing else all day, every day.
I tried to make the best of it, though, and before long my stall mate and I found common enough common ground to be friendly. I think showing her how good I was at fisting had a lot to do with that, though I also think it was just that it's hard to maintain a front when you're together most of the day, doing almost exactly the same things. She was no substitute for my Dehiliards, though.
“Bonbon? Bonbon?” I heard someone calling from outside while Delilah and I were playing with Gent's pups, which Delilah and I had delivered just a couple hours earlier. We never missed the chance, because they were only those cute, playful balls of fur until about midnight, and having two at once was a first time for us. I didn't stop rubbing the pup's belly, but I raised my head to hear better.
“Bonbon! Where's Bonbon?” I heard the voice again, shouting at someone. Probably Horsey, since she was the most likely to be outside. Horsey's Pilvish wasn't good, though, and there was no answer, either because she couldn't understand the question, or because she couldn't formulate an answer. But I knew who it was.
“Moo!” I mooed as loud as I could, “Moo!”
“Bonbon!” Lady Apowyl threw open the barn door and ran to my stall. “They've been keeping you here? Those... Who is this?”
I couldn't answer, but Lady Apowyl could read for herself. “Mare Delilah? That's... Oh my. How?” Lady Apowyl shook her head. “Never mind that. I'm so glad to see you, dear. And you look so healthy! Have your boobs grown even bigger, or is it just that I haven't seen you in so long?” She rubbed them appreciatively, and I almost cooed with pleasure.
“Sire?” I heard a call from the distance.
“In here,” Lady Apowyl called back, “Are these Gent's? They have his nose.”
I nodded.
“You don't mind Lady Fertis joining us, do you?”
I shrugged. I didn't really want Lady Fertis to come because I was randy to make up for lost time with Lady Apowyl, but there was really nothing for it.
“Oh look, she has a friend!” Lady Fertis said when she arrived. “What's her name? Mare Deliliah? Is she one of your daughters, mother?”
I shook my head while Delilah goggled at the giant cocks rapidly sprouting from beneath the Pilvan's clothes. I mooed in need, and Delilah mooed in alarm. I don't think they noticed the difference, and I didn't care. I slapped my bouncy bum to make it jiggle invitingly, and, without further ado, Lady Apowyl gave me what I wanted. What I needed, after so long without her.
Now, I wouldn't have tried to resist if Lady Fertis had tried to join in and do to me what Inmi and Horsey had, but I kind of wanted to focus on Lady Apowyl, who I thought of as my true mate, so I was glad that she instead made use of Delilah. Delilah quickly changed her mind as well, because the truth is that the Dehiliards are truly gifted lovers. She might not have liked the idea of being fucked by a Pilf, but the feeling of being fucked by a Dehiliard cock was impossible to resist.
Later, once we'd taken the edge off, things slowed down a bit so that we could hold a bit of one-sided conversation and play with the pups. Lady Apowyl and Lady Fertis related how they'd had to organize the household staff into a militia to hold off the Artannian partisans until the Pilvan villagers could escape over the pass. Apparently the sensible general had been sacked by the Artannian War Ministry and replaced with someone more to the Cromwell's satisfaction, who was willing to send an entire army into Apowyl armed with the new high pressure carbines. Lord Apowyl wisely avoided direct battle with the superior force and instead prevented its resupply from the east while Ladies Apowyl and Fertis assisted the main Pilvian effort that captured the harbor at Northpoint, then took Carbaugh as well. The brilliant victory meant that not only had Artannia ceded claim to the border provinces, they were to be independent Duchies within the Pilvian Confederation. For their services to Pilvia, none other than Lord and Lady Apowyl were to be created the Duke and Duchess Carbaugh.
“So Lady Fertis is to become Lady Apowyl, by courtesy, you know, and, ah, I wish to make you Consort Bonbon Carbaugh. If you should like that.”
I mooed loudly and burst into tears as she wrapped me in her embrace. Taking on a public role held little appeal to me, but to be asked to stand by her was my fondest wish. If she didn't think I would embarrass her, then I would happily stop at nothing to make her proud of her little cow at her side.
FIN
[There is a continuing story about the protagonist's warring desires for the quiet of the farm and the glitter and power of ducal court. Also explains what was making it so she couldn't talk (and finding a cure for it) plus ways to at least temporarily moderate her top-heaviness so that she is less hobbled. The protagonist's inventions start to garner some fame and fortune, but the narrator has to decide what to do about the Pilvian military's interest in her technology. Further covers Delilah's supplanting of many of the protagonist's roles on the farm. Also further exploration of the Riannon history, an explanation for what happened to Mr. and Mrs. Oakenfield, and a reunion with the protagonist's Oakenfield half-sisters in Noldon. There's still plenty of erotic content, but less fetish and sex in general. It also has less and less to do with Breeding Season, so I've omitted it at this time.]
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