Chapter 9 - Graduation Presents

Sawako needed to remain absent from work the week leading up to her graduation. There was a lot of preparation that needed to be done. Her father had mentioned her organizing a goodbye party for several of her friends, as well as offering a closing speech to her class because she’d made valedictorian. Kiyoko understood. It likewise gave her time to finish making her a graduation present. After thinking it over she felt that the only appropriate thing would have to be handmade. Otherwise it wouldn’t feel special. Earlier that year sawa had mentioned wanting to see some of her drawings, so Kiyoko decided to give her some of her best old works, along with a few new drawings. Rather than just giving her a collection of drawings, Kiyoko made a calendar out of them so at least they could be something useful. Each month featured a different animal from the Chinese zodiac. Some of her references were from her real life friends. January, which was associated with the Rat, featured a wild rat she’d seen in her garden, along with Nyanji the bobtail cat stalking it in the distance. June featured Yuki the horse, and October featured Sirius the dog. Though most of the drawings had started out as anatomy studies, Kiyoko finished them to more closely resemble natural still lives, and 18th century zoological illustrations. Finally, since she’d already begun cutting up her old sketchbook she removed the leather cover, and detached the rest of the pages to turn it into a folder, or a book cover, that sawa could use at college. She stashed a special congratulatory letter inside. 

Ironically Kiyoko ended up getting a call from the Hanazawa residence on the day of the graduation, but from Sawa’s father rather than her. He was frantic. Two of his heifers were going into labor at the same time. Helping see them both through it was a bigger job than he could manage on his own. Kiyoko immediately headed down to lend a hand. The births were graphic and difficult. One of the calves got turned around in the womb and had its head tangled up in the umbilical cord. It took some deft maneuvering to pull the little creature free. The other one required a c-section. There was several close calls throughout the whole procedure, but ultimately both the mothers and the new babies were fine. 

Part of the reason the procedures had been so difficult was because the bull Olé got strangely territorial when Kiyoko turned up. He even rammed the wall of the barn while they were operating inside. Jiro, sawa’s father, was pretty rattled by it. “What the hells gotten into him!? He’s gonna bring the barn down on us acting like that!” She recalled him saying. Fortunately the bull only did it once, as the barn was more sturdily constructed than either the man or the animal had anticipated. Kiyoko later learned that apparently all the heifers on the farm were pregnant.  They hadn’t all gotten pregnant at once, but all of them were either birthing, or within a few months of doing so. She surmised that Big Olé was probably feeling a little pent up because he wasn’t getting any. 

Kiyoko hadn’t meant to pay any attention to the old bull, but as soon as she turned up on the farm it was hard not to. He commanded attention. Olé was a handsome creature, and an uncommon breed in japan. His rippling musculature rolled, and shifted, with both raw power, and an eerie elegance. His horns were magnificent. As he carried himself about the field he moved with a natural arrogance and bravado only a creature of his size could possess. She liked watching him. Seeing him out there, strutting like he was, and knowing he’d effortlessly knocked up seven heifers made the vet’s desire for him even stronger. All of that crossed her mind as she stepped out of the shower and dried off. 

Though it was risky she decided to take a chance and see if she could squeeze in a trist with the creature. As she got out of the shower, fully dressed in a freshly washed pair of coveralls, she returned to Sawako’s father. “You were a huge help to me today there Sugai-San. I’d have been down four cows today had it not been for you, now I’m up two more, and couldn’t be happier. Sawako’s gonna be thrilled to hear the news when she gets back from her party.” The vet nodded. “I'm glad to hear it. Hey- Uh, I made something for her as a graduation gift. I was hoping to pass it on to her directly, do you think she’ll be home soon?” Her father scratched his head, “Well- to be perfectly honest I’m not sure. Sawako used to come home right after work every day but lately she’s been staying over at her friend’s places more often. I think she wanted to spend more time with them on account of this being their last year together and all.” The truth was she had on more than one occasion gone back to Naohiro to get dicked, particularly when she was feeling especially heart sick for Kiyoko, though of course she never mentioned that to her father. This time however she really was just out at a graduation party with her friends. 

Kiyoko sighed, and reminded herself they’d meet again at work when it was all over, but she still decided to leave the gifts with her father for when she got home. “Could you pass these along to her when she gets back? I’d appreciate it.” Jiro nodded, and cracked a beer, “You betcha. You want one? Me and the Mrs. were just gonna watch the Quiz Grand Prix on Nhk.” Realizing he was referring to the photo of his late wife, kiyoko smiled, that was strange, but still kind of cute. Nevertheless she decided to invent an excuse to spend some time alone with the beefy boy. “I was actually hoping to run a few postnatal tests on the heifers before I go, and maybe make sure Olé didn’t hurt his head earlier. I shouldn’t be too long. You mind if I go take care of it?” Jiro clicked on the TV, and held the picture as the opening jingle started playing loudly, “Of course- and thank you again for waving your fee- you’re a credit to this town Sugai-san.” Kiyoko bowed gratefully, and saw herself out.   

There was still no sign of Sawako anywhere. Confident she’d have plenty of privacy, and time, kiyoko leisurely headed over to the field where the bull was. It had laid down after the major bonk it had taken, though Kiyoko knew how to rouse him. “Word is you’re called Olé.” She greeted, leaning on the fence with the coveralls partially unzipped to wag her tits in the beast's direction. Immediately the thing turned with a snort and stared at her. “You’re a real brute. Big as they come aren’t ya? Bet you must love this sweet set up you’ve got out here. Got your own little harem of pampered bovine girlies to mess around with, a nice big field to run around in, a couple of humans looking after you. You’re so spoiled out here your milk would go sour, if you made that kind that is.” The beast practically jumped to its feet, evidently not liking the tone she was taking. Kiyoko didn’t back away. She knew it was strong, and could probably push everyone else on the farm around, but she wasn’t gonna let that happen to her. She half expected it to charge her, but instead it walked closer cautiously sniffing the hair about her, and peering its head from side to side to get a better look at her as she lounged across the fence. As it walked up she noticed its heavy nuts swaying between its legs, like a bag with two grapefruits swinging around in it. It was almost comically oversized, even for a bull. With a snicker, she imagined just how much cum he had stored up in him. “How long has it been since you last got off, aye big guy? A month? Two? Three months?” The bull yowled out irritably. She had a feeling she was on the money.  Grinning wider she turned around and pressed her ass against the wooden fence, before giving herself a pat on the behind. “Don’t worry big guy- I’ll help give you what you want, but it wouldn’t be half as fun for me without getting your blood up first.” The bull yowled again, and shoved its head forward toward where she was seated, forcing her to jump out of the way. “Wow- someone’s impatient!” She teased. With a beckoning curl of her finger she walked toward the winter barn. 

Getting him was tricky, but she pulled a trick form a rodeo show she’d once seen online. She liked that sort of sport even less than horse racing, but she familiarized herself with it for professional purposes nevertheless. She grabbed the electric controller that opened and closed the stalls, climbing into one that could fit him, then opened both the door to the barn and the enclosure. Waiting inside, by the wall, she positioned herself in such a way that she could jump out at a moment’s notice. In other words she used herself as bait. The bull stormed in looking for her. Running it tossed its head about, swaying its horns menacingly, as it barreled into the enclosure where she waited. With impressive speed, Kiyoko flung herself over into the adjacent stall at the last minute, and pressed the button on the control, closing it behind the creature. Initially she thought that would have settled the matter, but soon after getting locked in the bull brayed, and threw its body hard into the bars, sending the veterinarian tumbling backwards. Her initial plan of just leaving him there and jerking him off from the next stall over was going up in smoke. As the thing thrashed, and roared, she realized it was fired up enough, and powerful enough to jump back out of the enclosure, even with the gate closed. She’d have to think quickly. Over each of the stalls was a large yoke apparatus. These were normally used to assist in the process of milking, though Kiyoko figured it might help to better restrain the beast. Darting out of the enclosure where she’d taken shelter, she stood in the main walkway of the barn, and clapped her hands to make sure the creature faced her the right way. “Oooh you’re getting real feisty now aren’t you!” She egged unflinchingly. The bull was seeing red. Clamoring around it turned toward her, and raised its front legs up, throwing them over the bars in the front of the cage. Standing up right it could have jumped out any second. Before it could move a muscle however Kiyoko pressed the control again and lowered the yoke. It slid down on two hydraulic arms and wrapped around the creature’s neck with a heavy manacle with a padded interior. As the device latched around the animals head it brayed angrily, and grinded its hooves into the floor, but failed to move from where it was bound. 

Artificially propped up on its hind legs like it was, Olé looked exactly like a minotaur. Kiyoko felt pretty proud of herself. Surely if Theseus were there he’d appreciate her efforts too. Unzipping the front of her coveralls she revealed her huge swollen tan tits to the creature, and gave them one final provocative jostle. “Alright big guy- lets have some fun!” 

…

Sawako got off the bus and started walking up the drive back to her house. She was pretty exhausted. The day was emotional. She got choked up during her big speech, and cried on stage wishing her goodbyes to her classmates. They all understood though, and sympathetically gave her a moment to pull herself together and finish. There were lots of tears throughout the room as they sang the school’s alma mater together one final time. The party afterwards was with the few students she knew best. They all went out to dinner and made promises to keep in touch as they went their separate ways in life. Though she’d thought she’d prepared herself for it, it still felt bitter sweet to let them go. Still she remained hopeful. This was a new chapter in her life, and she was excited for the possibilities it represented. 

As she walked up the steps she heard the sound of the TV on in the living room and called out, “Papa I’m home!” She’d settled on papa as a more appropriate term for her dad. “Father” was too clinical a term, and expressed none of the familiarity, or love she felt for him, and “Daddy,” had been appropriated by Naohiro, so it didn’t feel right to use outside of a sexual context. Jiro looked back, and got up out of his seat in a hurry, “Welcome back baby! Congratulations on your big day! Your momma and I are so proud of you- and valedictorian too no less. You never cease to amaze.” She blushed, and scratched her arm bashfully. “Thanks papa.” The older man snapped his fingers, remembering at once, “Oh by the way- I saw Kiyoko, your friend from work, today. She helped me out with a problem I had with the heifers- Birthing and all that, I’ll spare ya the details- er but anyway, she said she had a gift for ya, in honor of your graduation. Why don’t you go and open it? She said she wanted to give it to ya in person- but well I think y’all must have passed like ships in the night.”   

He passed a present wrapped in thin darkly covered butcher paper, tied up with twine. Its appearance was very understated, which seemed typical for Kiyoko. Sawa gasped at it, touched that the woman she admired would do something so sweet. She pulled the string off and opened the packaging carefully. The first thing she saw was the dark brown leather exterior of the journal, which was smooth and oiled, being freshly repaired just for her. Sawa touched it, marveling at its softness and subtle beauty. The teen opened it slowly, her eyes instantly darting to the calendar on the right side, which prominently displayed the January drawing on the front. She covered her mouth to stop from gasping, “Oh papa this is beautiful- wait…” Her brain worked on rapid fire, sifting through old memories, until she recalled the conversation they’d had all those many months ago. This wasn’t just any drawings- these were her drawings, some of the one’s she’d never revealed to anyone. The girl trembled. The fact Kiyoko had entrusted her to see this private side of herself moved her deeply. Unable to restrain herself, tears of gratitude welled in her eyes. On the opposite page was an envelope that was open, with a letter inside. Immediately she pulled it out, and read to herself. 

“Hanazawa Sawako, Congratulations on graduating from highschool. Today you’ve officially accomplished one of the most important steps in the life of every young person, and are now officially prepared to stride forth into the world as an adult. I have known you for almost a full year, and it has been my privilege to do so. You are unquestionably one of the most intelligent, hard working, and kind hearted people I’ve ever met. You’ve been a good friend to me, better even than I know how to reciprocate. I offer you these as some small consolation for the fun times we’ve shared together. I wish you all the best of luck with all your future endeavors, and have the utmost confidence in you. Your myriad talents, and impeccable work ethic will surely lead you to a bright and successful future. 

- Thank you for everything, Your friend Sugai Kiyoko.” 

Sawko held the gifts to her chest and squeezed them tightly. It was so much, too much, she couldn’t take it. Her heart felt like it was going to burst. She had to speak to her. She couldn’t possibly hope to contain the feelings she had trapped inside. Sawako needed to tell Kiyoko she loved her. Even if Kiyo didn’t love her back, the teen still needed her to know how much their friendship meant. The girl wiped the dew from her eyes, and asked her father, “I- did she leave recently? She won’t answer her cell in the evening, but I might try her landline if she’s home already.” 

Her father was already back on the sofa with his second beer in hand. “Uh- I’m actually not sure. She did say she needed to do some tests er- something on the cows. If you didn’t see her on the way up then she must have gone a while ago.” Sawa nodded and went the kitchen before grabbing her cell. She paused and by chance looked out the window, only to discover something odd. 

The lights in the winter barn were on. Looking closer she realized Kiyoko’s truck was there. She’d missed it because it was parked out back, but she could see the tailgate vaguely form what little light escaped the structure. Her heart leapt. That was perfect! She was still there, she’d have a chance to tell her in person after all. Sawako felt like she could swoon the moment she laid eyes on her. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she left the house without a word. Her father, who was already getting a bit drunk, didn’t even notice she’d gone. 

As Sawako got closer to the barn she started hearing a commotion inside. From the house it was inaudible, but as she approached there was no mistaking it. There was a huge racket going on inside. She could hear the clamor of something colliding hard against the metal cages, and the sound of the bull braying, and stopping its feet. A jet of fear pierced through her like an arrow. What if her friend was in danger? What if she was stuck in there? What if she’d been trampled somehow? “Kiyoko!” She called out, but there was no response from within. She called again, but the uproar of noise inside drowned out her voice. Sawa clutched her gifts so tightly her knuckles went white. Panicking she tried the front door, but oddly found it locked from within. “Why?” She blurted out loud. Something was horribly wrong. She looked back at the house, debating whether or not to call her father for help, but she couldn’t wait, she needed to see what was happening. Hopping the fence into the cattle enclosure she walked around the side of the barn and peered in through one of the low animal windows on the first floor level. 

Kiyoko was there, coveralls stripped down to her ankles, squatting in front of the suspended beast. Her head bobbed rapidly, and one of her hands continuously pumped something that was just out of her view. The teen’s eyes widened and her face went pale with shock. She couldn’t make sense of what was unfolding before her. “W-what’s happening!? What is she doing?” She whispered in a trembling voice, so softly she could barely hear herself speak. 

Kiyoko continued to slobber the bulls huge erect cock with gusto, pulling back she spat on it vulgarly, letting a huge dribble of spittle run down the animal's length and fall to the straw coated floor. She touched herself simultaneously. Sliding her fingers into her pussy she worked herself hard, making an audible “Schlick” to highlight how wildly turned on she was by the hulking creature. “Your cock is so big Olé. I can already taste your pre-cum. Does that feel good? Do you like the way I use my mouth?” She punctuated the question by aggressively licking his testicles, wrapping her lips and suckling either one with a wet messy slurp. His odor was strong, like testosterone and a barnyard. It was unpleasant yet to the zoophile it was powerfully erotic. 

From outside Sawako’s horror only amplified. She recognized the woman’s voice. That was unmistakable Kiyoko. The teen’s mind raced. It was all wrong. For a moment sawako closed her eyes and crumpled into a fetal position. She could still hear it unfolding inside. There was no way she could metally will it to stop, because it wasn’t a nightmare, it was really happening right in front of her. Slowly, with trembling legs she rose again and looked in. Emotions swirled in her skull like fruit in a blender; Shock, fear, disgust, but above all a crippling sense of betrayal. Kiyoko had lied to her. There she was, on her knees debasing herself with a literal animal. Sawako gnashed her teeth and sobbed profusely, as the fear transformed into anger. How could she do such a thing? To reject her affection so vehemently, but welcome this violation in her place? Sawako’s love for her was, while not purely wholesome, at least entirely sincere. Didn’t that matter? Didn’t that mean anything? In kiyoko’s eyes she was lower even than an animal. 

Sawa wanted to scream, to charge in there and confront her about it, to demand restitution, to demand to be loved. Though as she watched this depraved trist between human and animal continue to unfold in front of her she knew that would be futile. She couldn’t bring herself to move. As she stood there, cowering, not a single muscle in her body listened to her inner voice. She just watched petrified, as Kiyoko turned around for the creature. 

The woman rest with her hands on her knees, bent forward like an erotic dancer. She gave her ass a little shake for the bull, who was already thrusting his cock toward her. It swung like a reddish sword through the air. It brayed, and bucked furiously, but was unable to get closer, and Kiyoko loved every second of it. She enjoyed wielding so much control over the spoiled brute. Lowering herself she let it slap her ass cheek, filling the barn with an audible “Whack!” that was so loud it made Sawa jolt. Her plump buns looked inviting, and her cunt drooled, glinting in the low light from the abundance of her sexual fluids. Leaning back she offered it to him, bouncing it continuously to provoke him further. Then with a violent impact the bull pushed it in roughly, trying to stuff in the whole rod, but was prevented by the restraints. Were it not for the cautious distance Kiyoko kept between her and it, it probably would have broken her then and there. She still screamed, high and rich, sending her voice resonating through the air. Lowering herself ever so slightly she let him push it deeper, bareilly enough to brush the inner wall of her sex, but more than enough to make her moan like a porn star. Soon, when she’d adjusted to his freakish scale, she spread her legs wide, and let him pound her. Her ass rippled as the monstrous creature clapped her cheeks. Her whole body swayed from his awesome strength. Kiyoko’s eyes rolled in the back of her skull, and her eyes fluttered, remaining half lidded thereafter. It was bliss for her. She lost herself in the decadent feeling, “Fuck yes! J-just like that! Your cock feels so good! Give it to me! Give it to me!” She exalted. 

Sawako died inside as she watched. Her expression slowly became still, every bit as stoic as she’d been when she stared at her old burned out family home. This was what Kiyoko loved. Not people, and not her. She’d been utterly wrong about who she was, and had foolishly assumed far too much. Acknowledging that now didn’t change anything either. Making demands of her, or being angry at all, was futile. Even if she could make Kiyoko love her, there was no way she could ever make her feel like that, not with her body being like how it was. Even more pathetically, in spite of everything, Sawa still felt helplessly head over heels in love with that woman. She knew she should have looked away, or to have left, and never spoken to anyone of what she’d seen, to live with this new trauma like she lived with all the others, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. The muscles in her legs wouldn’t move, nor her vocal cords, nor any other part of her, except for her cock. Looking down she saw the front of her uniform skirt tenting between her thighs. She couldn’t explain why at that moment. It was disgusting, seeing the woman she loved being tainted like this; yet she’d never felt harder in her life. With trembling hands she pulled up her skirt and saw a dot of pre-cum staining her panties beneath. Looking at them, watching the bull’s cock ram deep into the woman’s womb, she’d never felt so inadequate. Sobbing pathetically, now feeling as disgusted with herself as with what she was witnessing, she pulled her panties aside and started to touch herself. 

Kiyoko spread her legs wider, holding her ass up high, and planted her hands to the floor like a cat stretching. Burying the entirety of its shaft into her, the beast fumed, and bellowed, as the veins in its neck bulged with frustration. Ahegao, her mouth hung open as it rutted her, drooling uncontrollably as she took it. “Y-yes! S-so deep! H-harder! Fffuck- I- Hnnnnng-” She sputtered, rapidly losing the ability to form intelligible speech. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around the oversized insertion. Lowering her guard slightly, she leaned her weight back and let the animal give it to her full force. The bull at last let out a deep grunt, driving in its shaft as far as it could make her take it. Its heavy balls started slapping her ass as their bodies met. The woman’s voluptuous body bounced with every thrust, her heavy mounds swayed beneath her in eye grabbing fashion. The intensity of the insertion was impossible to withstand for long, even for a woman as experienced as she. Her knees buckled, wobbling visibly. “Nnngk I’m gonna- c- cummm-” she crooned. With one final powerful thrust the beast made her gush.

Sawako stroked herself feverishly. “K-kiyo…” She whined. Clutching the gifts tight she held them and dreamt of holding her, of being the one to make her scream, and smile, and do depraved things. Her breathing grew harder, her heaving with every breath. Her agonized heart thrummed in her chest. “I love you- Nnng- I love you!” She whispered over and over gain between stifled moans like a silent prayer. 

After Kiyoko came she had to pull herself off Olé. While teasing him was riotously fun, she wasn’t so cruel that she’d leave without letting him finish. He’d surely be better behaved if he wasn’t so frustrated after all. Rather than letting him cum inside she gathered the mess of drool that had run down her chin, and smeared it on her tits. The bull huffed continuously, groaning angrily as she removed his dick. “R-relax big guy I’ll still help you get yours!” She remarked cheerilly, before facing him on her knees smothering his cock between her bust. The huge appendage pushed was long enough it could tickle her chin even as she squashed it between her tits. Ever the provocateur she lolled out her tongue and let his tip rub up against it with every forward thrust. She pinched her nipples to tease herself and let out a high pitched squeel of mischievous glee, “C’mon you big bully- give all that fucking cum!” As if bewitched the creature complied with her demand. Erupting the bull blasted her face with a rope of cum like the blast of a garden hose. Hot white spunk thick as cake batter plastered her face and chest. Recoiling back she released him suddenly, shocked by the sheer quantity of ejeaculate the animal had in store for her. It was everywhere; in her hair, her mouth, almost every inch of her upper body was completely painted. She wiped away the mess from her eyes, and brushed away as much as she could with her fingers. “Oh my god!?” She exclaimed with a laugh. Struggling for a moment she tried to look around to find something she could wipe off with.   

At the same time Sawako reached her limit as well. Her own orgasm comparably was like a kid’s squirt gun. There wasn’t even enough to fill the palm of her hand. When it was over she just knelt there, limp, numb, and even more disgusted with herself than she’d been with kiyoko. She was hopeless, and knew full well she could never stay mad at her. She didn’t know how to proceed. Would she be able to even look her in the eye after what she witnessed? How would Kiyoko respond if she ever brought it up? She looked back in, at the cum drenched woman and all of the sudden a deviant idea intruded her brain. Before she could hesitate, and fail to act, she fumbled through her pockets, and pulled out her camera phone. With lightning quickness she snapped a pick of the woman, naked, drenched in cum, still kneeling in front of the bulls half erect penis. It couldn’t have been more incriminating. She looked at the image on her phone, and sighed, hardly believing how low she’d suck. 

“Is this who I am Kiyo? Is that who you really are?” Crushed, humiliated, disgusted, and exhausted, she gathered her things, and returned to her home, knowing the woman would surely be able to find her, take care of herself, and find her way home. 