Some months later
Atlas woke slowly, peeling his eyes open, the sun was only just beginning to rise. He began to ever so carefully roll over, he didn't want to wake his cow. He softly kissed the top of her head, and then gently pulled her closer, nestling her against his hard chest. He knew Mark would be here soon, so he just soaked in the warmth of Bessie's soft flesh pressing against him.
He could feel her enormous breasts pressing into him and it was making his cock rock hard. Most bulls would just service themselves, but Atlas wouldn't risk waking Bessie. Since Bessie's first birth, he had been even more doting. Massaging her breasts when they became sore, licking her tears when she cried from the hormones in her body, and not touching his dinner until she had finished hers. Since he could hear the doors being opened, he reached around her soft stomach, and over the beautiful rolls that had come after pregnancy.
He gently stroked one thigh, and then the other. She sighed softly, still asleep. He rubbed her hips, and down the line where her legs met her pussy. She was quickly becoming wet. He started with one long gentle stroke up the line where her folds met, and she let out a sleepy moan. He ran a finger along the inside of each fold and she shuddered against him. She had woken up, but not by much.
He began circling around her clit, occasionally brushing against it, causing her to groan and twitch, he licked the back of her neck and she settled a little. His knee pressed against the back of her thigh, pushing her up so Atlas' eyes were level with her shoulder blade, he kissed her back softly, continuing his teasing circles. Bessie was now just vibrating gently, his arm holding her steady while performing its task.
Just as she settled into its flirtatious rhythm, he took two fingers and pressed them firmly through the inviting gates towards her womb. She squealed, which quickly turned into an animalistic moan. His fingers joined the rhythm of his other hand, the dual stimulation overtaking all of Bessie's senses. She shrieked and groaned until she made a strangled sound and began a violent shaking. Atlas pulled out his fingers and licked off the liquid left behind. He continued gently stroking her clit until the trainers arrived to drag them away.
Today was inspection day. Once a year, the owner came to this farm and inspected the cows and bulls for quality. Cows not at the top of their game were not milked and their breasts were left to reduce. Bovines not up to standard were sent for reprogramming. No one really knew what happened after reprogramming, but they didn't want to end up there. Kelly and Mark were understandably nervous. Trainers were judged on their charged performance and their pay was adjusted accordingly.
Today the cows and bulls were taken into private rooms marked with their trainers name. Kelly led Bessie into their assigned room and placed her in the tub there. Trainers had three hours to get their cows ready. The cow evaluation had four categories:
Milk quality and production.
Physical health and aesthetics.
Breeding potential and quality.
Handler dynamic.
The bulls were graded on three categories:
Stamina.
Physical health and aesthetics.
Handler dynamic.
Kelly began bathing Bessie, gently scrubbing her skin and hair. As she let the conditioner rest in Bessie's hair, she noticed her nipples were a little chapped. Kelly took one of Bessie's voluptuous udders into her small hand, massaging it lightly. She carefully rubbed coconut oil into the nipple, eliciting a seductive moo from Bessie.
"I know girl, just be patient. Today's a special day. When the owner gets here, just do as I ask and we'll be just fine, ok?" She explained while massaging Bessie's other nipple. Bessie looked at Kelly, her eyes full of trust and love. Kelly half smiled. She loved her girl. They say your first cow is always nearest to your heart, and now Kelly understood.
Kelly ran her oiled hands all over Bessie, massaging out any tensed muscles. Kelly then blow dried Bessie's hair, tying it into a tight high ponytail, her hair fell down her back in honey blonde, soft waves. Kelly smiled at her work.
"Who's my pretty girl?" She cooed. Bessie mooed in response.
In the next room, Atlas was standing stubbornly at the door.
"Atlas, I know you don't like leaving her, I don't like being away from Kelly, but we all have things we have to do." Mark groaned, exasperated. Atlas glared slightly at Mark, his green eyes challenging him.
"If you don't do well, and get sent away, so does Bessie." Mark threatened. This was enough to get Atlas to stand indignantly in the tub.
"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" Mark remarked smugly. Atlas proceeded to hit the shower head with his head, so it soaked Mark's shoes. Mark grinned at Atlas.
"I brought extra clothes and shoes, your move asshole." Mark taunted. Atlas grunted and looked away.
"That's what I thought." Mark smiled. He ran his rough hands over Atlas' taught figure. He gently fondled Atlas's enormous balls. Atlas against his will, leaned into the sensual touch. Mark immediately squeezed hard and Atlas yelled.
"Shouldn't have gotten my shoes wet." Mark explained. Atlas smiled menacingly, as if telling Mark that it was game on. Mark ran his hand up and down Atlas's rod. It hardened immediately. He was trying to get Atlas going so that he looked his best for the physical component.
