Finally here's my bovine beauties in color, along with their background story!

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A cattle couple were trying hard to have a child, but were unsuccessful for many attempts. Finally, they decided to adopt an unborn child from a facility that used donated seed and eggs to create fetuses inside incubators, and artificially inseminate the mother.

The mother carried her fetus for nine months, and the day came when the infant was to be born, but surprisingly, there were two girl calves, one that resembled the parents, and one that did not. It had turned out that the mother HAD become pregnant just as the AI fetus was being created, and the two fetuses shared the mother’s womb.

The couple decided to keep both if the infants. The blood daughter was named Bessie, and the AI daughter was named Jessie. The two girls were inseparable, and the family lived happily for several years. Then when the girls were 6 years old, the mother had acquired a terrible illness that took her life in the span of a month. Autopsy revealed that her death was due to damage in her uterus due to the stress of the unnatural pregnancy of two fetuses that had been overlooked. The damage was small at the time of the birth, but deteriorated and scar tissue started growing over the years, interfering with the mother’s other vital organs, until her body simply gave out.

Riddled with grief, the father became a heavy alcoholic, and blamed Jessie for the mother’s death. He also in tern started abusing poor Jessie physically and verbally, often hitting her, telling her that she killed the mother, and that she was not his real child, calling her names like “test-tube baby” and “artificial bitch.”

The father’s words cut Jessie strait to the bone, leaving her feeling hated, made her feel as if she didn’t belong, and filled with overwhelming guilt of her mother’s death.

Bessie though never blamed her sister, and always was there to comfort Jessie when she cried. Bessie told her sister that it was NOT her fault, that it was fate, and that she didn’t care what anyone said, they were real sisters, and that she loved her more then anything in the whole world. This saved Jessie from suicide multiple times.
Unfortunately, Bessie feared her father too much to save Jessie when he beat her.


They all lived like that for several years. Then one day, when the girls were 13, the father came home overly drunk and angry, angrier then usual. He took up a cast iron poker from the fireplace, and began beating Jessie mercilessly with it. Bessie watched in horror as her sister’s blood splashed across the room with every strike, and wrenched at every scream.

Bessie, in fear for her sister’s life, picked up an iron hook, and swung it at her father, stabbing him through the eye, and used the hook to yank him off Jessie. She then took up the poker, and in a blind fury, beat her father until he was unrecognizable. She then went to her sister, whom clung to her like a frightened infant for several moments.

Bessie bandaged her sister, and buried her father in an unmarked grave on a secluded part of the farm. Despite Bessie’s skills of herbs and healing, she was not able to remove all the scars from her sister, although she was able to remove most. After their ordeal, the girls both decided to practice fighting, often sparing with each other, so they would be able to defend themselves if anyone ever threatened them again.

After Jessie recovered, the two girls took over the farm, though their work didn’t increase by much since their father had them doing most of the work anyway. Although because they were now in charge of all the farm’s transactions instead of their drunkard father, the farm prospered, making the girls quite wealthy. Though with wealth come thieves. Of coarse by this time, the girls had become very skilled fighters, and always fought as a team, so they were able to dispatch any would be thief with ease.

After killing a few thieves, the girls began feeling a thrill for besting the intruders so easily. Soon they moved from simply dispatching intruders to capturing and torturing them. Then they started satisfying their sexual desires by dominating the intruders. They especially took a liking to trampling, facesitting, smothering, scat, watersports, and forced oral, always ending with dispatching their slave, usually by suffocation, watersports drowning, or trampling.

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I happened to stumble upon their farm one day, where they took me for an intruder, and tortured me to death. But they were taken completely be surprise when I recovered, and tried a few more times to dispatch me. Finally when they gave me a chance to explain, I let them know that I was immortal, and had no intention of stealing from them. After of which, they kept me as their sex toy slave for a time. Eventually they decided to release me, sure that I was not going to steal from them, and that I was entirely harmless. Though I often return to their farm to let them play with me. We have actually become quite good friends since then!

I have found that Bess tends to be gentler then Jess, though they are both rough. I am guessing this is because Jess was the one that was beaten. Jess is also more “punk” then Bess, always spiking her hair, and dying it.

Bess tends to enjoy cuddling, receiving oral, and having her slave smell and taste her, whereas Jess is more drawn to testing the limitations of her slave by facesit-suffocation, drowning with urine, and crushing under her hooves. Although they both participate in all those activities.


Well there you have it, a complete, very poorly written history of Bess and Jess! Sorry for the incredibly poorly written story, it is quite hard to concentrate on writing when you are ill. Well it was only to give you an idea of their history anyway, I never intended it to be an actual story, though I MAY see about making an actual story for them, I donnow. If I DO do it, it probably will not be for some time.
Anyway, enjoy everyone!

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