USSR x Third Reich [2.0 OneShots]

🐂 Breeding 🐄

M/A:

Got inspired by a story called:

USSR x America - Moo

Its a Countryhuman Oneshots.

Creator: Physco_Kitty

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I sigh, as I hear the rumors of the cows saying their's gonna be a new bull coming and its a female. I mean, who does even do that?! I am a cow, yes. But, a female bull to breed with? What the f#ck, does that even make sense?!

The Farmer doesn't mind, because she is a b#tch. Seriously, who would even breed with a male cow? Oh, come on! I guess, I'm the one who is supposed to breed that bull, I guess..

But, unfortunately..tables have turned.

Third Person's POV:

The truck arrives, as the Farmer named, Death (My Persona) opened the back of the truck. She ordered, a new bull to breed with her cows for today, so many calfs can be seen playing around in the fields and her farm would grow.

She ordered a female bull, for her male cow. The cow doesn't take a liking to his own kind, neither to other female bulls. So, she think of having a new bull, that would take an interest for the male cow, so they can breed.

She tried placing the male cow and a female cow, in the barn, so they can breed, but shocked to not see they didn't even do 'it'. They were just sitting and talking.

She sigh, as she knew the male cow won't take interest on female cows then, so she tried putting a female bull, only to receive the sane thing. She did it, for days, and still receive the same treatment.

She got pissed off, and went to buy a new bull and that is the one who she is carrying to the barn, right now. The bulls and cows, stopped from what their doing to see a new bull, had arrived and boy, she sure looked hot in the eyes of the males.

She was wearing a brown skirt that reach her things, and had been cropped to the sides, showing her red smooth skin. Brown crop top, black leatherless gloves, and brown stockings, with black heels.

And, a tiny bell on her neck, and she even had a ring on her nose, and had golden earings, on her ears. She also had red hair, with gold stripes on her red silky hair.

Her nails are painted in yellow, and she had a eyepatch on her left eye, which had a scar underneath from her past, she had also muscles, making the other females be scared of her, and some other males.

She was a former bull, that is used to shows, you know chasing a red carpet, while the crowd cheers and your trainer, will hop on your back and use you, like a wild horse on the loose.

Yeah, like that. She had experienced it, much worser than others. When, she won't obey, they won't feed her for like days or even a month, simple as that. She isn't that type of bull, that will give on any fight.

Even, she didn't get feed by her owner, she still can be strong as ever. And, now she is retired from her business, she became a farmer animal, instead.

Like, today.

Death opened, the barn door, and the cows and bulls are awoken. She clapped her hands, as the bulls and cows gather up, around her. And, the last one is Nazi. Our male cow, who won't let any bulls and cows to breed with him. No matter, the gender.

Nazi looked at the new bull, he isn't scared at all, when he saw her scars on her body, and her eight pack abs. But, he is scared because of how tall she is, compare to his owner, Death.

Death is only 5'4 ft, while the new bull is over 6'7 ft, and him is only 6'3 ft. Still small, compare to the new bull. Even, he is six footed, the new bull is still taller. He think he needs a lot of chair, to talked to the new bull.

While, he was on his train of thoughts..he didn't notice that, the cows and bulls are introducing themselves to the new bull. Females are head over heels, while the males are drooling while talking to her.

He only snapped back into reality, when he heard his name being called by his owner, Death.

"Nazi! Nazi, I'm talking to you, you stubborn cow!"

He looked to see Death, waving at him and beside her is the new bull. He walked to the two, and looked at the gigantic bull beside his owner. He gulped, at the height.

'Oh god, she is so tall..' He thought. He took all his courage, and spoke, stuttering with nervousness.

"H-hallo. My name is Third Reich, but you can call me, Nazi. N-nice to meet y-you!"

The new bull looked at him, with her sunny yellow eyes, and spoke.

"Privet. My name is Soviet Union, but you can call me, Soviet. Its a pleasure to meet you, too."

Soviet stretch her hand, out for a handshake which the shaking cow took, and they both shake hands, starting a new friendship between them.

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M/A:

I edited this. Whoever read this right now. There were no be a part two, I'm sorry. TvT

Have a great day/night! Bye!

6/15/20
Monday
909 words