here you go. a v short lil cowcree ficlet :3 dirty farmer Hanzo. dirty dirty. bad boy.

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Despite the fact that Hanzo hasn’t milked Jesse in two days, the cow looks very content in that moment, eyelids heavy and long, thin tail swishing. He looked like he was about to fall asleep, teeth softly clicking against the bit, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth. Every now and then he’d bend low, nudging into the bucket Hanzo had left just about in reach with an assortment of treats just to keep the cow happy and docile.

Not that Jesse was a difficult creature to deal with: he was complacent in most things, happy to follow Hanzo’s lead and good tempered enough not to bite or kick when his new owner fumbled through learning how to properly milk him.

He was curious; that was his biggest problem – always with his nose shoved against Hanzo’s hip, trying to sniff out any treats, beard scratchy and lips so very soft as he sought whatever he imagined to have caught a whiff of.

The issue was easily enough resolved. Jesse didn’t like his bridle after the week or two he had spent tethered to a stake, but a carrot eased him over his unwilling head shakes until Hanzo had him where he needed him to be, the rope short enough to keep him from constantly turning his head and ogling with big, gentle, brown eyes.

“There you go, boy,” Hanzo murmured, carefully sitting down on a low stool at Jesse’s hips, patting his rump. The cow was getting a little soft around the hips and thighs – Hanzo wasn’t shy to admit he was spoiling him – but he kind of liked it that way. The motion seemed to alert Jesse to the fact that his owner was back, because suddenly he was not as sleepy and content anymore.

He brayed unhappily, trying to twist and show off the filled strain of his teats, big pink nipples soft and swollen, and on the cusp of painful becoming painful. Hanzo bit his lip, staring at the soft jiggle in the large pecs, just enough fat there to make them move the tiniest bit with Jesse’s impatient pulls against the bridle.

He cried again, obnoxiously loud, knees shifting in the straw, blinking at Hanzo with those large, pitiful eyes as much as possible with his limited range of movement.

Hanzo clucked his tongue, face hot as he kept staring at Jesse’s teats – the urge to drop down and service the cow almost unbearable.

“Don’t pretend. You’re getting spoiled enough,” he told him gruffly. He felt damnably embarrassed; as if anybody was likely to burst in on them and see Hanzo shamefully lusting for a cow.

“Let’s try this.” His voice was wobbling. The tips of his ears were burning, pounding quick and nervous in time with the distracting throb of his cock as he grabbed Jesse’s swishing brown spotted tail at the base to hold it out of the way as he brought slick fingers to the cow’s hole.

Nasty. He was so very nasty for even considering this. Fingering an animal.

Jesse brayed again, unhappy with the situation – and unused to being denied after Hanzo had spent the better half of two months catering to his every whim; always greedy for the creamy, rich milk the cow produced.

For a moment Hanzo got distracted by the sight of Jesse’s testicles; large and ripe between his thighs, the tip of his heavy, meaty cock just about visible… then his slick fingers touched the clench of Jesse’s ass and he became distracted by how soft it was; barely any resistance to the thick, buttery muscles as he pushed in easily as the cow immediately stopped everything he was doing in favor of widening the stance of his knees and instinctively baring down on the intrusion.

Silky, warm walls closed around Hanzo’s finger, suckling and pulling messily as the cow’s inner muscles moved in confusion.

“There you go,” he rasped, the blood in his cheeks hot as he started slowly fucking his finger into the cow’s ass while McCree’s thin tail flicked, though severely restricted in range since Hanzo was still holding it tight at the base.

McCree brayed again, the tinkling of his teeth furiously gnawing at the bit loud as Hanzo carefully pushed deeper, cock thick and tenting his loose pants. He was ashamed at his own depravity; how hot he became from fingering the ass of an animal – but Jesse’s cock was thickening as well, swinging almost humorously between his thick thighs as Hanzo unwittingly searched, searched… searched… fingertip rubbing against soft walls, pushing insistently, looking for the ripe swell of Jesse’s…

And then he found it, the cow freezing all of a sudden, a drawn out sound of confused arousal coming from him as Hanzo fondles his prostate slow and careful. He was nervous enough that he wanted to press down mean and harsh; rub until Jesse was forced to come so hard he’d see stars, all that creamy … special… milk wasted to the dusty straw covered ground.

He did not give in to the urge, though. He bit his lip hard, harder, sweat springing up along his hairline as he carefully fingered his cow, watching how much Jesse tried to stay utterly still as the new sensations washed over him, big floppy ears flicking again and again.

Hanzo could see the involuntary twitches beneath the skin and through the reflection of the metal bucket could just about make out how his tongue was slowly but surely starting to loll out, eyes going glassy and heavy lidded.

“Good boy. That’s it,” he murmured, nervous, rubbing gently, lovingly, – practically making love to the cow’s swollen, ripe prostate.

It didn’t take long until Jesse started grunting; low, animal sounds of need that made Hanzo excited enough that his cock started wetting at the tip, a dark spot forming on his pants because he’s shameful enough these days that he foregoes underwear in favor of easy access.

God, but Jesse’s ass was soft; suckling and welcoming even to the second finger Hanzo pushed into him. He could just about imagine how it would feel to fuck the animal. Have Jesse grunt when he was fucking him on his cock. Would the cow look just as happy as he did now? Ears flicking and mouth stretched into a sloppy grin by the bit, his teats swelling just that little bit more… going pink in excitement, the large nipples darkening…

Hanzo had to swallow, saliva suddenly starting to flow in mindless reaction to the sight of Jesse’s pecs ready for a milking, ready and primed; looking like they only needed the gentlest lap of Hanzo’s tongue to start dribbling relentlessly…

“Fuck,” Hanzo groaned, bringing up two fingers to his mouth to sloppily wet them. “Fuck,” he whispered again as he leaned forward, fingers of one hand pressing down in a tight, hard circling motion against Jesse’s prostate, fingers of the other rubbing across his swollen tits, wetting them, barely simulating a mouth on them –

And that’s when Jesse came, groaning low, mouth open in a shivery grin, tongue lolling and drooling as he bears down on the fingers inside him and not only comes in heavy, thick stripes into the straw but only starts wet from his tits; dribbling quick and relentlessly like a faucet that hasn’t been screwed shut enough; all that creamy milk meeting between his pecs before pearling and dripping to the ground.

Hanzo presses his free hand against his cock, bucking, whining, red faced and sniffling as he comes so hard for a second all he can hear is white noise.