However long she ultimately spent cooped up inside her storage container, completely isolated and devoid of stimuli, it was of no consequence in the end. Once Jessie, or Jessibell rather, saw the light of day after the door fell open and formed a wide ramp for her to trotter down onto the grassy pasture, she peeked forward to explore her new surroundings, still so tentative and fresh on those four hooves, having never got a chance to truly test them out.

Limited only to mooing with a certain preset sexual tenor to express herself, always sounding, on some level, eager and wanton, Jessibell let her presence be known with a curious and careful, "Mrow?" only to quickly realize it was she who had attracted most of the attention already.

She didn't know, nor could she ever understand how, but the very spot she was deployed at was pre-treated that same day with atomized droplets of cow heat, sprayed in concentrated patches that lay (and now stick) to her hooves. The whole herd and a half had assembled to greet her, big burly bulls jockeying for position with nostrils hot and flaring.

And not only that, but many were already sporting fully-fledged and erected spires of long, flexing cock flesh, with plenty of too-swollen balls swinging behind them, it was all too easy to answer why then she was delivered here in the first place. but even with a mind reshaped and predisposed to be natively attracted to the sights and smells of such pent-up slabs of man-meat, the specially designed Cow-Toy wasn't sure if she should be excited...or afraid...

So in the end, it translates to a kind of apprehensive tentativeness, as even dickbrained Jessibell knows she only had a spare few moments before her first customer came to claim and use her...and then the next one after that...and then the next...so on and so on. A near-riot was breaking out amongst the males, several fights and wild skirmishes causing rutty chaos to reign, it was all enough to get the Cow-Toy backing away on reflex, only to force the hand of the nearest bull when she turned around and thoughtlessly presented her backside.

She heard him only a moment before she felt him, a great black beast pressing atop her, near five times her size and helpless to resist. But once it was happening, Jessibell's "training" seemed to take over: She bent down even further and stuck her rear end up, ready and waiting to meet the molted pink and brown pillar that mashes into her.

After that, it was almost pure routine, the Cow-Toy seeking to get her transient mate to hammer her until he releases, often trading off between letting him buck her plastic fuck-holes until her whole body bends on the verge of breaking, to her keeping the pace rapid and unceasing while the bull catches his breath, grinding and riding against his cock from that "on four hooves" position. Mooing and moaning, with belled collar clattering all the while, the jealousy of the many bulls left constrained to the sideline can only fester as their dicks ache for the kind of treatment only she could give them. But with any luck, she'll get to them all soon and in due time...

Eventually, one male gets wise to her mouth, a hole just as lubed and perfumed as all the other puckered-up receptacles, and soon she was serving two men at once, each bull seemingly invisible to the other as they rock and ram against the sandwiched fuck-toy shared between them.

And with such effort given and concentrated purely on the sexual enjoyment and fulfillment of those bulls and their cocks, vigorous beasts of unparalleled breeding prowess though they were, Jessibell was too much for even them to handle. When they tired and their driving thrusts withered, she continued to gyrate and hump against, back and forth, up and down, never once distracted or shying away until she made them cum.

Not realizing she was a sterile masturbation toy and nothing more, with no real or functional womb, just tight and constricting ribbed tunnels connecting each of her holes together, front to back, so their seed was spent and wasted, though the reinvigorating waves of pleasure and release they enjoyed surely made up for it.

Jessibell, on the other hand, got little to nothing from the messy finish, all except maybe a vague, glowing pride of a job well done. Her body was made to give pleasure, not receive it. Plus, it was already on to the next one for her, leaving a trail of oozing bull-splooge behind her as the feeling fades and the need to service more cocks wins through.

There were several dozens of bullish suitors undeterred by the prospect of sloppy seconds, just as eager to mark and fill her with their spewing need, until she was caked and covered in hot, fresh bull cum, and all the happier for it. There was a sparkling enthusiasm, a bottomless joy, to her every thought and action, that was as admirable as it was enviable. 

"Lucky girl..." they often think, and it was probably why so many farmers and ranch hands opted for the retirement package that would change them into a similar shape as soon as they qualified. Life was so much simpler, and more fulfilling, their duties and responsibilities baked in their being, until it came as naturally and readily as breathing (once did...)

As for Jessibell, she was free to fuck and frolic for as long as she lives, which was now measured based off her durability and how long it would take for her to "wear out." Best case scenario though, it would be a few centuries at least before she started to show a drop-off in quality, and if she did a good job and stayed productive, with the right care and maintenance by Taystie Farms specialists, she could very easily do this indefinitely!~

But Jessibell wasn't thinking about her potential future. She wasn't thinking about anything really, except cocks and sex and cum. About being fucked and servicing bulls. When she wasn't currently being "used", she only wanted to change that; she'd feel useless otherwise, and for a toy, there was nothing worse than being neglected, ignored, and ultimately replaced...

So she tried to stay busy, parading herself around the pasture and sticking close to the randiest males around. She'd offer herself to them, and usually she'd get what she wants, but if their mood wasn't in the right place, she knew ways to improve it, getting underneath to rub and kiss on half-hard genitals, nuzzling nuts, and even sucking on assholes. Nothing was below her, and as a sex-toy, she wished for nothing different.

Only on a blue moon, when the herd was asleep, usually after running a train on her that started at sundown and didn't end until midnight, did Jessie creep into Jessibell's sundered consciousness. But even then, it was always a hazy and muddled bit memory, a dying, fading sort that leaves her confused and uncomfortable. She might realize, for the short blink, that she used to be something else. She used to be more. That she wasn't always just a sex-toy for farm animals...and it would make her moo with remorse for reasons she couldn't understand.

But then the thought would roll over and her thoughts would cloud once more. Her wispy cow tail would flick and wag aimlessly as she pondered who would venture to use her next. She hoped it would be soon...and the next time these alien thoughts returned, it would hurt a little less and linger only briefly. The time between them would grow and grow exponentially until...*poof*, one day, they'll be gone for good, and Jessibell will be at peace forevermore.

And with all that said, wouldn't you like to join her? Who knows, maybe someday you'll get a curious offer in the mail, and if you do, will you say no? Or is the cost and the sacrifice worth it? Luckily for you, you might not have to choose. Taystie Farms is always looking to expand, and so that means there is always new positions in need of being filled; All you have to do is just sign on the dotted line...~

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This incredible art was done by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/flybeeth ! Thank you so much!~ ????❤️????❤️


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