30 Days have Passed Since Part 1.
The barn was filled with a palpable sense of anticipation as the men and women, now transformed back into bulls and cows, waited with bated breath. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, lust, and excitement. The ladies, dressed in skimpy cow print bikinis, cow print arm and leg warmers, and a small cow bell around their necks, sat demurely on the left row of chairs. The men, wearing only a loincloth, a bullhead mask with their mouths uncovered, and a collar with their individual ID numbers, sat on the right, their masks hiding any telltale expressions.
Aunt Betty, a formidable woman with a mischievous glint in her eyes, stood at the head of the room, beaming with pride and satisfaction. "Thank you for all returning here on this day," she began, her voice ringing out in the cavernous space. "Today, we mark the beginning of your journeys as true bulls and cows. The oath made here is as meaningful and binding as any marriage paper."
The room buzzed with excitement as the first pair was called up to the cushioned table at the front of the room. One by one, the men and women were paired off, their names announced to the eager crowd. Finally, it was Abi and Caim's turn.
Abi, a stunning 20-year-old with a voluptuous figure, platinum hair reaching her thighs, and a metal collar with an empty gem slot, stepped forward, her hips swaying seductively. Caim, a handsome 22-year-old with short brown hair, a trim beard, and a toned body, followed close behind.
As they reached the table, Abi looked out at the crowd, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Abi Almander, and pregnant," she declared, her voice steady and sure.
Aunt Betty's eyes sparkled with delight as she turned to Caim. "If you accept, remove your mask and say your name."
Caim didn't hesitate for a moment removing his mask and revealing his handsome features.. "Caim Onogin," he said, his voice deep and confident.
Aunt Betty smiled, clearly pleased. "Now, Caim, claim your cow and take her in front of all present."
Without a moment's delay, Caim took Abi's hand and pulled her into a kiss, their lips crashing together in a burst of passion. His other hand reached down, gripping her ass firmly as he bent her forward over the cushioned table.
Abi's heart raced as she felt Caim's dick, hard and ready, pressing against her. She was already wet with anticipation, her pussy aching for him. With a groan, Caim thrust into her, filling her completely.
The room around them faded away as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat and lust. Caim's hands roamed over Abi's curves, gripping her hips as he fucked her long and deep. Abi's tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive.
Their lovemaking was raw and primal, a mating of bodies and souls. Abi could feel Caim's cock twitching inside her, building to a climax. With a final thrust, he came, filling her pregnant pussy with his seed.
As the last couple finished, the room erupted into cheers and applause. Food and drink were served, and an orgy insued as everyone congratulated one another. The men, now freed from their masks, fucked their claimed women in all sorts of positions, ranging from doggy to missionary to cowgirl to standing. Some men even made their cows kiss other cows as they were fucked hard.
The night was filled with laughter, moans, and groans of pleasure. It was a night of debauchery, a celebration of love and lust. It was a night that would be remembered for years to come.
As the night wore on, Abi and Caim lay together, their bodies entwined. They had claimed each other, bound together by an oath as strong as any marriage paper. It was the beginning of their journey as true bull and cow, a journey filled with passion, love, and lust. And as they drifted off to sleep, they knew that this was just the beginning.