Many fear to be trampled by his hooves. And many more are horrified by the thought of being impaled by his great horns. In truth, now, they should fear being savagely pounded into the ground, and forcibly impregnated to sate his ill urges.

Grab the bull by the balls, as they say.

Him during breeding can be compared to a bull in a chinashop. He's going to break everything and leave a mess that's really hard to clean up.

The bull is restless, and his sack is engorged with the eager seed awaiting a womb.

When everyone is smaller than you, they can do little to stop you.

He wishes you the happiest in this new coming year, and may your days, as well as your wombs be full of virile bull seed.

The colosseum where he once valiantly fought has been turned into a breeding ground for the now wild beast he's become.

His weapon of choice? Horns, no. An impatiently throbbing, veiny member, yes!

His bovine balls are eager to drain.

The bull ought to drain his balls.

He's most into stretching petit womanhoods. It's a pleasure to see.

Her cupcake has now been extra filled with dense cream.

His veiny, meaty rod quivers. It senses a fertile womb nearby.

Moo. Come milk the bull.

It's not impossible to milk a bull. You simply need to have the right tools.

Cocky female opponents are his favourite in the arena. Everyone expect them to fight to the death, but the bull always end up flooding them with his seed once done pounding them into submission in front of a crowd. Much to their misfortune, none are strong enough to stop him.

It's nigh time for the bull to release. Bring him wombs!

Bull on a rampage!

BREAK THE YORDLE.