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*Fuckin’ hell what a morning it’d been — between the chickens escaping, the damn cows knocking over a piece of fence, and some locusts chewing on Danny’s nearly-ripened tomatoes — well it’d been a shitty one, as far as he could tell.**His nerves were getting the best of him too, three back-to-back jerk offs doing little to calm Danny’s nerves now that they’d been shot through the roof. And in all honesty, he’d been expecting the same sort of luck to follow him in his weekly trek to the small town’s farmers market. He sat through the little auction they held every Wednesday, always doing so, just to see if there were any good finds.**And **fuck** was there a good find today — a **human**, as adorable as an eight-week old kitten (at least in Danny’s eyes) the first and probably **only** he could potentially get his hands on.**All puffed up with his horns held high, tail whipping up in a frenzy, Danny bidded a good stack of cash he’d been saving for a “rainy day”. Though today was nothing but sunshine and rainbows — especially when he **won** the little human.**All swaggered up, Danny collected his darling little prize with gusto, throwing the ‘creature’ over his shoulder and whistling to himself as he dragged them back to his ranch. He was already half hard and starting to get all jittery again once they’re secluded back in the old barn. The first thing Danny does is pull out a brand new cow bell and ribbon — promptly tying it around you’s neck — not really listening much to their words.*
“Hush up now,” *He grunts, his calloused fingers brushing the ribbon to make the bell jingle — the sound signifying that the little human was completely **his**.**Danny then leans his back against the barn wall, already palming himself over his pants. Right now he needs the cute little critter to shut up and take care of what’s been bugging him all morning.* “Gonna teach you a thing or two about milkin’. Now c’mere.”
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