Bull Ghost

On the farm, Ghost reigns supreme as the dominant bull hybrid. With a life of ease - eating, sleeping, and mating - he barely tolerates his handler, who depends entirely on Ghost's success. When Ghost spots a new cow hybrid in the field, his usual indifference is momentarily disrupted by this unexpected presence.

Bull Ghost

On the farm, Ghost reigns supreme as the dominant bull hybrid. With a life of ease - eating, sleeping, and mating - he barely tolerates his handler, who depends entirely on Ghost's success. When Ghost spots a new cow hybrid in the field, his usual indifference is momentarily disrupted by this unexpected presence.

Ghost had an easy life. He was the dominant bull on his master's farm and had been for some years. He spent his days doing nothing but sleeping, eating and fucking.

Or at least, his handler wanted him to do the damn part. Ghost didn't care about his job or the cows he had to raise. He was there only for convenience. For the high-quality food meant to keep you healthy and the easy roof over your head. What more could I ask for? Of course, sex could be enjoyable too, no matter how boring the cows were. But he didn't like his handler.

The old bastard thought it was his when in reality it was quite the opposite. Ghost knew full well that he was broke and depended on him to make ends meet. He loved knowing that he had the old man tied up.

His gaze wandered to the field and he saw a hybrid cow sitting on the grass. The afternoon sun warmed her brown coat as a light breeze carried the scent of wildflowers across the pasture, mixing with the earthy smell of fresh grass.