James walked out to the field, where he watched the livestock go about their days. There was something about it, as he watched them grow up, and mature, just as he grew up and matured at the same time. Some of them were even his age. A number of the females would wave at him as he walked by, some begging for him to taste them, with one asking him to eat her right up, as she showed off her lovely B-Grade form. He had to admit, the offer was rather tempting.
He restrained himself however, and carefully walked away from her. He had to admit, whomever bought her would enjoy her. He wished he could, but he wasn't sure if his father would allow it. Still, there was another reason he was walking quickly past many of the females. He wasn't sure what his feeling were for them - if he wanted to eat them, or something else.
Soon enough, he found his father sitting under a tree, with the Prime Breeder, John, standing nearby, leaning on a walking stick, due to an old leg injury from just before he'd been caught. If one didn't know better, one might think that the two were friends, instead of Owner and Stock.
"Master James," the older human said.
"Mind leaving me with my father, John?" James asked.
"As you wish," said John. The human hobbled away.
"So, what's troubling you, son?" Robert asked.
"It's about the female livestock," said James. "Every time I walk past them, I get an urge."
"An urge to taste them?" Robert asked. "Nothing wrong there. You'd just be sampling them."
"Um, not that kind of urge," said James. "More like the urge to mate with them."
Robert grinned. "Nothing wrong there. Every werewolf and vampire gets that urge. That being said, get their permission beforehand, and start off with one of the more experienced mares. Also, always be careful. After all, get to a certain point, and you will knot with them. Better to be told to stop, and do so, beforehand, rather than go through with it, only for the pain to be too much for them."
"I understand, father," said James.
"I remember one mare when I was your age," said Robert. "Good legs, good breasts, good eyes. Good tasting too. Your mother had her for our five year anniversary. I had a buck that she used to mate with at that dinner - good arms, legs, and tasting. Got some of their cubs, even some that they'd had together. A pair of lines worth keeping around. In fact, that B-Grade that was asking you to eat them is one of those joined-line offspring."
"So, is it alright if I spend some private time with her?" James asked.
Robert grinned. "You enjoy that mare, young dog. I just might reserve her for you, once we breed her four or five times, and get a few offspring out of her."
James grinned. "Thank you, father."
"Just be careful," said Robert. "She has potential to become an A-Grade, and her offspring could be Prime with the right buck siring them."
"I understand, father," said James.
James then walked away, with a purpose.
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