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As A Gift

Fatima, that bitch of a female Genie, she lulled m to tell her my wildest of sensual fantasies, only to gift me what i thought would be as fun, finding a cruel life, brutal and savage as it was sensual during the spring months of every new year.

I grew fat during the summers, allowing for a comfortablly warm winter season, braving a terse world of snow and icy cold, what stiffened the legs and made urination or a rare erection as a chilling experience on something so tender.

I outright stank worse than a cow or farm bull. I learned to like the sniffing of bison cow vulva, of giving them a broad-tongued licking, tasting their vaginal slime and the residue of what fell from their anus to coat the outer lips of their sex. Yuck was what I thought of a bison cow butt at the beginning of this foolhardy experience. I have from my wanton lust to breed found the sniffing and licking to be as somwhat fun to gain more feelings of fun; making the bison style of courting as well being fun.

All remained as Fatima had schemed for me, until one fated day when trucks and men riding horses rounded my herd, driving us as scared to enter the big truck-trailers. We were driven to a farm, and let run into corrals, me with twenty-nine cows and the rest of my herd put in two other large corrals.

As then I met her, she a sleek as slender human female, the kind most any man would swoon to say she was his, but from several years of living as a bison bull, women were not my cup of tea.

Men tossed lassos and caught me, dragging me close to the four rail high fence and gate where this pretty young woman walked up close to me and in a whisper she said, "Have you enjoyed being a bison bull enough to wish you were your manly, human self?"

I felt as stunned, wondering how she would hav known me as not being born a bison bull.

I mooed my great bellowed cry, and she laughed!

"You need to work on that voice of yours, so if I gift you the ability to speak and talk with me, would that too be fun?"

As to that question asked of me, I gave a slow nodding of my huge head.

"Then you argee, you are willing as ready to begin again the ability to communicate with people!"

"MUROOO...!" I did bellow my thoughts, as the only way I had to convey my usual want from lust to cry for wish of feeling bison sex.

That happened then and for some two weeks I tried hard to think as how I might form my mouth, tongue, and thick bull lips to form words.

One bright morning she came to our corral, much to my sense of feeling foolish, as I was busied mounting, as thrusting, breeding with a bison cow, when she said, "Having some fun?"

I turned my big head to bellow at her, but to my surprise I spoke, as said to her, "Please excuse me, I will be a minute finishing the breeding of this cow!"

I was so stunned my speaking had me drop off the cow with a goodly length of my twenty-some inches of bull cock rammed deep.

"Ouch almost, so nice to see you as able to speak with you, my name, ah, myname,sis ah, I cannot recall what my human name was or is, please excuse me!"� I said, as really felt sad for not able to remember my real name.

"No worry, we can get to that a little later, but if you would, go to the corral gate, as I shall let you out into this asile, and we shall walk up, as enter into the big barn, where you will get a washing, grooming, and some needed doctoring!"

I was more than ready for what she offered, and from what she said I got such an erection, that the tip of my bull bison cock made a furrowed ditch in the aisle sand.

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