Bull Market

By Honey Moon

Maggie Walden sighed happily as she unlocked her door. She was secretly ecstatic that the instructional update had totally disrupted the computation unit in the firm's basement. Being sent home early at week's end gave her such a happy little thrill! She thought of it as a mini vacation. She was blissfully unaware of how radically different her life would have been, if only she hadn't returned home so unexpectedly early.

The seven foot tall beauty couldn't wait to get out of her business attire and into something more fitting for lounging around the house. Office etiquette could be a pain in the tail, but she always dressed as suited her status. One never knew when one would offend with inappropriate business attire!

She clopped ever carefully around the quiet house. Her pest of a younger sibling wasn't there. Much as she loved the brat, spending so much time alone with the lovely young bull made her just a touch nervous. Intellectually, she knew that no bull was psychologically capable of laying a finger on her, unless she gave the appropriate all important visual stimulus of lifting her sensually long tail.

She would never willingly do that. Not with any bull! The stakes were just far too high. Willingly, that was the problem. When approaching the peak of her heat, it wasn't an act of will for any cow, or as she self identified, a sentient female. It was a purely involuntary muscular reflex when encountering a bull of quality genetic lineage while you were ready to breed.

There was no doubt of Colleen's quality. Anyone that looked at her could plainly see. The lovely thing had 'IT'. With her poise, beauty, strength, and intelligence, Colleen was clearly destined to be an Alpha Bull when she reached her full maturity. She already had quite a following with her adorable friends.

Colleen once confided in her that she had already received several written invitations to sire bulls on some of the lovely futanari in her social circle. If a bull couldn't be an Alpha, bearing an Alpha's bull was a wonderful way to increase your status. Colleen politely took rain-checks on these kind offers.

At only fifteen weather cycles, she already had specific plans for her future, and couldn't afford to be tied down just yet with family duties. After all, when siring a bull on another, it was proper social etiquette to allow the receptive futanari to sire her bull on you. Colleen couldn't afford the expenditure of time involved. She had to keep her calendar clear for at least the next two weather cycles.

Maggie felt a tiny stab of jealousy she would never admit to. She knew her place. A cow had no choice in the matter. When it was her time to be bred, up went the tail. Being a sentient female gave her a edge on her mindless sisters, but she was still so very vulnerable!

Medical science still didn't quite grasp it, but roughly one out of every five thousand cows born, possessed an intelligence comparable to that of a bull's. The gifted calf would be spotted immediately. As well as possessing a bright inquisitive mind, they were born with actual hands. Even if the hands were somehow missed, such a blessed calf would be walking erect on their hooved hind legs within weeks of birth.

Maggie was born such a calf. Mother had immediately taken her in and raised her almost as if she was a futanari bull. While she was legally forbidden to leave the house alone, mom took her everywhere. Her calf-hood had been wonderful.

Things changed the day mom went into labor and birthed Colleen from her own womb. It hurt a little, but Maggie knew her place. Overnight, she went from beloved offspring, to being in charge of cooking and light housekeeping.

Thankfully, the oddity of her own body exempted her from heavy lifting. Her rapidly swelling breasts prohibited her from anything too strenuous. It took far too much out of her just to remain upright on two hooves while burdened with her huge heavy orbs!

Mother was still always kind to her, but their relationship was for

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