Patreon Comp – Fic #90 – McCree/Hanzo – cowcree; animal person – Cow Tipper

Continuation of this, this, and this fic (all tumblr links)

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Jesse has become, if possible, even more spoiled since Hanzo has started adding a certain kind of wellness massage to his program. He is ashamed to admit that it has become as regular and… daily as relieving the plump cow of all the creamy milk he had to give.

Hanzo doesn’t think much about it. He tries to, at least. They’re all alone on the farm; nobody there to witness his own depravity as he routinely first sucks from Jesse’s teats like a hungry babe, and then continues to wet his fingers and make… make love to the swollen, loose hole the cow had.

There are no other animals on the farm for Hanzo to take care of. Jesse is the sole reason he even is still here and has abandoned… no… paused his quest to find forgiveness for what he did to Genji. So there are many hours in the day that he can spend at his own leisure, watching Jesse frolick about in the thick juicy grass behind the barn.

Keeping him alone is probably not necessarily a good thing for an animal as social as a cow, but Jesse does not seem the worse for wear – especially considering the state Hanzo had found him in.

It is easy to forget that Jesse must have been alone for only a week. In Hanzo’s mind his actual condition has been warped quite a bit, so he remembers him as having been positively emaciated. Seeing him now fills Hanzo with a special kind of deep satisfaction. Jesse is not fat, but he is certainly very, very plump.

He looks absolutely delicious as he leisurely moves about the field, letting the sun warm his hide, the bell hanging from his collar gently chiming as he searches for the perfect spot of thick, green grass without any hurry.

Hanzo’s never had any pets when he grew up; he is not prepared for just how deeply rewarding it is to care for a gentle, dumb animal and know that you were the reason it was even still alive. That it depended on you for everything.

He’s even figured out how one of the milking machines had to be worked, and while he did quite enjoy doing the milking… hands on, he felt rather accomplished on the rare occasions he did hook Jesse up and took a step back, wiping sweat off his brow and watching the simple minded creature placidly standing and chewing on whatever snack he had brought with him while getting his fat udders relieved of their milk.

It doesn’t surprise Hanzo when, during one of those occasions, his eyes start to wander, drawn by Jesse’s tail incessantly swishing to try and shoo away some flies that kept bothering him as his swollen fat nipples got sucked into the clear tubes of the machine.

Hanzo glances briefly at the canister inside the apparatus. There barely was anything in it yet – he had only just hooked Jesse up, after all. It would take a while until the gentle suckling pull had teased everything out of him. Hanzo always put it on the lowest setting – Jesse enjoyed having his teats sucked, and Hanzo didn’t have anywhere to be. Nowhere to go. 

It still hit him as strange sometimes, after his hectic, violent upbringing. To be able to just sit and breathe and watch Jesse almost fall asleep as he got milked was a powerful pleasure that he hasn’t gotten completely used to yet.

The flies keep buzzing, and Jesse placidly keeps lashing his tail. Hanzo has yet to see the animal get angry. Jesse has a tranquility in him that is simply… infectious.

He just keeps swishing his tail and chewing his grass… and giving Hanzo the lewdest sight of his swollen hole in the process. It always looks pouty and well-fucked; even before Hanzo had taken to massaging Jesse’s prostate for him on the regular. It is soft and seemingly always ready, just waiting for someone to play with it and give it the loving that it so rightly deserves.

In Hanzo’s opinion, anyway. He slowly wipes his palms against his pants. He’s shot men point blank in the head without breaking a sweat, but the thought of kneeling down behind a cow to make sweet love to its loose asscunt had his heart beating a mile a minute.

At first his plan is nothing more than to give it what he’s given Jesse multiple times by now: a couple slicked-up fingers in his ass, rubbing against the blood hot silky walls until he finds the ripe little gland of his prostate so he could gently torment it with slow, insistent rubs. Hanzo doesn’t know when that idea became actually fucking the dumb animal, but… damn. He is alone. Jesse likes it. He’s done with feeling goddamn guilty.

As he shuffles behind him, hands on Jesse’s hips, he notes how the cow starts to mildly arch his back down, his sturdy hips lifting in the process. A look up confirms that Jesse is not paying him much attention as he keeps chewing on the bucket of fresh grass Hanzo had offered him. He moves on instinct; ready to make it easier for his… bull… to mount.

Hanzo smears the slick jelly-like substance that he usually uses to keep Jesse’s teats nice and supple all over his erection. It is shameful just how hard he’s already gotten. He even hisses at the sensation, the coolness feeling against his heated skin as if the contact should make a sizzling sound.

It still doesn’t quite occur to him what he is about to do until he leans up on his knees and guides the plump tip to the delicious donut pout of Jesse’s hole.

He pauses there, the crown lightly smearing against Jesse’s sloppy, swollen muscle, staring down at his own shame. The milking machine is relatively quiet – just the gentle humming of the electricity as it suckles away, steadily filling the cylinder with Jesse’s rich milk and dwindling the time Hanzo has with Jesse nice and tethered to a pole and distracted by everything that is going on.

When he moves his cock with the trembling hand he has around the shaft, he can hear the wet smacking whenever Jesse’s hole manages to suckle the tip before inevitable losing the contact once more. It sounds so lewd… and Hanzo hasn’t even begun.

Only as Hanzo starts to slowly push in, does Jesse finally take notice of what is happening. The sensation that he is not being fucked on just a couple of Hanzo’s fingers seems to penetrate his tiny animal brain, and he pulls his head out of the bucket to twist as much as his tether allows to owlishly blink at Hanzo.

“Mmmmoo?”

God, the bassy sound shivers right through Hanzo’s body and settles prickling and tickling in his balls. He feels almost nauseous with how badly he wants to fuck the cow.

“Shh,” he soothes, but he’s out of breath for some reason. He pets a slightly sweaty palm against Jesse’s sturdy hip, chin hitting his collar bones again, watching himself hunch his hips forward and sinking deeper into Jesse’s hot body.

Feeling his tip getting enveloped by the wet, squishy cushion of Jesse’s hole takes his breath away. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt anything like it; just so easily accepting. He hasn’t even needed to prepare him…

There’s a flash of a memory of his youth, shortly after starting to masturbate; him having shamefully purchased a fleshlight and fucking it almost every night… his disappointment when he had realized that sex with other participants was that much more difficult because they needed to be stretched out properly…

Fucking Jesse is like fucking that fleshlight, though a million times better. He is hot and alive around him, and although his muscles are pretty weak in general, they do still lightly move as Jesse instinctively bears down on the unfamiliar intrusion.

He moos again, shifting a bit uneasily but held in place both by his headcollar and the milking machine still working on relieving the tension in his plump udders. He is trying to twist and look to see what Hanzo is doing, his large soft ears flicking until Hanzo pauses and pets along his spine.

“Everything is alright,” he says with a tight voice, trying to instill calm when his belly aches with the need to grab on to Jesse’s broad, sturdy hips and fuck him in sharp, invasive thrusts. “Just… stay still… good boy.”

He fleetingly wonders what his family would think if they knew about his shame – born as the heir to an old yakuza family and ending as a farmer fucking his own cattle after fleeing in disgrace.

He likes the thought. He likes that he is bringing shame to them all by slowly fucking his cow and gentling him through it until Jesse moos long and drawn out and lets his head hang, just relaxing into it and accepting that he can’t pull out of the situation.

Hanzo closes his eyes, mouth hanging open as he just… feels his way through fucking Jesse, hips hunching as he fucks him, sliding in deep without any resistance. The cow’s hole around his cock feels like a swollen, greedy mouth just suckling him in and reluctant to let him completely pull out.

He already knows that letting himself taste this forbidden fruit has been a mistake. He won’t be able to forget this. He can see himself accosting Jesse at any hour of the day, making the cow stand there and take his cock until he is satisfied. Pumping him full of load after load and maybe suckling his creamy milk afterwards just to have the energy for yet another round.

Jesse sure is docile enough to just let him get away with it. Maybe he’ll even grow to love it like he’s started loving Hanzo fingering him deeply and massaging his prostate.

The future looks… promising.