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Subject: {ASSM} The Fun House 6 of 20 - Breeding Livestock - by RedBud
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The Fun House 6 of 20 - Breeding Livestock

	[As with my other stories, this is subject to revision. I make
mistakes, grammatical, typos, and have second thoughts etc...
hope they're not too unreasonable. My apologies to farmers
everywhere. It's just an absurd erotic story.]

	The stubble of the grass woke her. When she fell asleep or for
how long, she didn't know. The town looked different and so did
the fairgrounds. She was groggy, but with too much sleep. Brandy
rolled onto her side, leaning on her elbow, felt dizzy and rolled
onto her belly, her hands palm down at her waist. She tried to
stand. The ground spun under her and she fell again.
	She groaned.
	Once again she tried to stand and dizziness sent her sprawling,
She pushed herself to her hands and knees. She heaved, almost
throwing up, but the dizziness cleared. She could n't stand up!
She turned, still on her hands and knees, looking for help. She
was naked! She was younger, she looked more like a girl with
spindly legs and arms and flat chest.
	She walked on her hands and knees  down the hillside, worried
that she would be seen. Had she been raped? She came to the fence
and gate, tried to stand, then fell again. Her stomach turned.
Christ, what happenedd? She reached up to undo the latch of the
gate, and then... she couldn't remember. She couldn't remember
how to undo the latch. She put her head down against the grass,
still on her knees, her ass in the air, like an animal. Yes, she
could remember now. She reached up and again she couldn't
remember.
	She fell back to her hands and knees. Her stomach heaved. She
felt something in her throat and swallowed. She was nauseous. 
She heard someone approaching. She didn't care who it was or what
they saw, she needed help. When she looked up, she tried to
scream but couldn't.
	It looked like a girl's body. She was wearing a white dress with
pink flowers, but instead of a human head she saw a goat's head.
She felt her own urine run down her legs as the creature leaned
over the fence. "Don't be afraid sweety," said a girl's voice.
	All that Brandy could manage was a soft bleat. She couldn't
speak.
	"I brought you something," said the creature.
	Brandy tried to stop trembling. The goatgirl reached out a hand
full of grass, clover and mayweed. It smelled sweet.
	"Go ahead!" said the creature.
	Compelled, instinctively, Brandy mouth the handful of grass. It
was sweet. It was delicious. She took another bite and another.
Her stomach settled. He head cleared. She licked the creature's
hand and licked its fingers.
	"Guess what," said the goatgirl, "Mom and Dad are going to let
me keep you. As soon as you're a little older I can take you home
with me."
	Brandy wanted more of the sweet grass but the goatgirl answered
another older voice down the hill. She had to go.
	Brandy looked back up the field. Was there a way out? She walked
on her hands and knees back up the hillside. The ground didn't
hurt or knees or hands. The walking was comfortable and easy.
There were others! She saw girls and boys, all on their hands and
knees eating grass. There were no men. She thought she recognized
some of the girls. She stared at them and when they saw her, they
stared at her, but instead of recognizing them, the familiarity
only seemed to become fainter.	
	Two of the women were pregnant, their rounded bellies and full
breasts hung down under them. They were like animals. Brandy
tried to call out to them but she could only manage a sound like
bleating. 	Watching them eat stirred her own hunger. She
remembered the taste of the grass and lowered her own head,
mouthing the grass until she had bitten some off. It was sweet.
Delicious. She lowered herself onto her elbows and ate.
	As her stomach filled, she felt another urge that made her
panic. She had to pee and defecate She watched the others. The
other girls looked uncomfortable. They would stop, look around
themselves, as if embarrassed, then slowly continue whatever they
were doing. One by one, they would clench their teeth or cry out,
puffing, then holding their breaths, before the first pee would
finally trickle down their legs and finally gush backwards from
between their legs.  At the same moment they would groan and fall
to their elbows and spread their knees as their bowels emptied
involuntarily between their thighs. Another day went by before
the urgency was too sudden for Brandy. She grunted, then moaned.
She breathed quickly, trying to contain the knot in her guts
until she finally spread her legs and arched her back. She let go
and groaned as her own bowls emptied between her knees.
	"Very good," she heard a woman say. "Spring. It's rutting
season." Brandy blushed furiously. A woman, or a woman-goat 
stood leaning against the fence. The goat-woman watched Brandy
quietly for a time, then looked around the rest of the field.
"It's beautiful here," she finally said, then walked away.
	After that, Brandy tried to think less and less of her state.
She ate and urinated like the animals. The only thought that
returned again and again, was escape.

	**

	Perhaps a week went by, perhaps two weeks. Brandy had walked
every foot of the fence, She knew the field by the taste of its
grasses and flowers. The girls and boys had grown quickly, too
quickly. Whatever world she was in was nothing like the world she
had left. But there was more.  Her pussy ached. She felt as
though she hadn't touched herself in months, yet if she reached
between her thighs she fell forward or she would forget why she
reached between her legs. Her hands fumbled. Her pussy ached with
more with every passing day.
	She saw the sex of the other girls, now older, were sometimes
wet. Their lips were swollen, readying to be fully opened. The
boys seemed to wrestle and play with each other less. Sometimes
their cocks would grow hard underneath them and rise tight
against their abdomens. When Brandy watched them or saw their
cocks full, she felt her own sex open, her breathing grow
shallow. Her breasts were growing quickly and her hips were
growing rounder.
	She began to fear the males. They were growing larger, more
powerful and more aggressive. She wanted to hide. She wanted to
cover herself but her hands were useless. She never felt so much
like a female, unable to hide herself, or the place between her
legs - the entry to her belly. Always on her hands and knees, she
was keenly aware of the vulnerability of her pussy. She cursed
nature and the design that made the entrance to her belly so
vulnerable, available to whichever male matured first. It would
only be a matter of time before she would be inseminated, nothing
more than a receptacle for their semen. Her hips were rounding,
her breasts were firm and nipples hard, her belly flat and tight
- all the markings of a young female, a female who hadn't been
mated or impregnated. The males increasingly approached her,
curious, their cocks sometimes rigid.
	Her memory of walking, talking and being a human being began to
feel like just a dream.
	By the end of the third week the males had changed and grown
larger. They were growing horns from their foreheads, like those
of a mountain goat. A fine hair covered their cheekbones, their
shanks, spines and balls, more like the fur of an animal. They
were muscular and most of all, their cock and balls hung hugely
from between their legs, meant for only one thing. She wasn't
sure but it felt as if months had gone by since an orgasm. She
tried to touch her self again and again and each time she failed.
Moisture ran down Brandy's thighs on some days. She fed on grass
closer to the males.
	Their play turned increasingly violent and powerful.
	Their violence and power frightened Brandy. But something in her
belly stirred, craving to have its emptiness filled. They rammed
each other and Brandy watched, compelled but also terrified. She
needed to escape. At the beginning of the fourth week, one of the
larger males, fur tinged with red, finally approached her. She
froze. She felt him brush up against her, felt his cheek against
her shank. His cock was hard and long, stretched upward against
his abdomen. Could she fight him off? But she was small next him,
feminine. Her muscles were smooth and soft, designed for another
purpose - smaller, compliant, available.
	To her own surprise, she widened her stance, compelled by
instinct. Her memory of herself as a human seemed more and more
distant. Her heart raced and her breath grew shallow. He turned
so that he was diagonal to her, behind her. He lifted an arm
around her waist and placed his hand in the grass next to her
knee. She wanted to scream. Something warm and wet spattered her
hips, waist and breasts. His cock was twitching, spraying cum on
her and on his own abdomen. He was too young and inexperienced.
The male wandered away as casually as he had approached her. Cum
dripped from her hard nipple and belly. It had almost gone inside
her.
	Worst of all, the pungent smell of him overwhelmed her. Her
nipples and belly ached. She turned and licked his cum from her
knee, licking up her legs as far as she could. The taste of him
made her stomach feel light, made her want to lay her cheek on
the grass and spread her knees, her ass arching upward behind
her. She shook her head. She tried to remember her previous life.
	The next day she circled the field again and again, searching
for any way to escape. There was none. In the distance, she could
see giant vehicles, like giant animals, traveling to and from the
farmhouse. She couldn't remember the names of the vehicles. She
tried but she couldn't remember what went on inside a farmhouse.
The emptiness between her legs increasingly drove her thoughts.
She wanted to scream. She didn't want to become like the other
'animals'. She wanted out. She didn't want to be inseminated like
an animal.

	**

	Another male was approaching her and a smaller female. She had
lost track of time. As the week wore on, the other females had
been approached but had shaken the males off. She knew this
wouldn't last. The males wouldn't be shaken off much longer. They
would do what they were supposed to do. One by one, the females
would be seeded.
	She grazed on a patch of sweet clover. The other female was
blonde. Her hair was short and every so often their hips would
bump as they grazed next to each other. Brandy's belly fluttered
as she heard the male behind them. Again, her breathing grew
shallow, wanting to turn, or run, but also wanting to stay as she
was, her pussy naked, upturned and ready for him.
	She saw his hand fall in the grass next to her. He was mounting
the other female! But she was too small! She gasped and suddenly
looked up from her grazing, her brows knitted. Her mouth opened
and she groaned as she was pushed forward. Brandy knew. The
little female had been mounted. She could see in the younger
female's posture, her arched back and neck,  that the bull's cock
was sinking into her. She grunted loudly with a sudden thrust
from behind. More thrusts followed the first, rapid, deep and
possessive. Brandy glanced back at the younger female's firm
belly, seeing only the bull's heavy balls swinging back and
forth. She couldn't imagine the girth and length of the bull
inside the small belly and yet she knew it was.
	She couldn't see it but she could imagine the length of it
moving back and forth inside the flat abdomen. And then the
movement stopped. The bull held himself hard against her upturned
ass and the young female cried out. The male shook rhythmically
as he pumped himself into the girl's belly, possessing it. And
then it was over. The bull withdrew himself. His long cock slowly
slid and slid out of the girl, slick and glistening with their
mixed juices. Wherever he had deposited himself, it had been deep
in the girl. Finally the end of his cock slipped out from her
lips and flopped down, still tumid and long. The tip almost
reached the grass, dripping the last of his cum, as he walked
away. His cock and balls swung between his thighs.
	The girl's breaths were still short and shallow. It was done.
She had been inseminated. The bull had been quick and efficient.
The first drop of cum slipped out of her belly, squeezed from
between the lips of her opening. The whole length of her opening,
from top to bottom was white with cum. Brandy wanted to lick it
but another bull was approaching.
	She had almost forgotten. She was another female. She was going
to be mounted! The approaching mottled male terrified her but
also stirred her belly. His muscles bulged and rippled as he
gently walked beside her - powerfully, his giant cock rigid and
dripping, as if he owned her. He moved behind her. Her breath
grew shallow. No! His massive arms were to either side of her
slender waist. O god no! He was mounting her! She felt his hot
chest against her back. O God! She felt the massive tip of him
press against the lips of her pussy. She groaned. Nothing had
touched her pussy since she had been trapped here. A trickle ran
down her thigh. She didn't know if it was urine or the slick
readiness of her belly to receive the male's cock. It was her
turn. Every female would have her turn.
	She saw the goat-girl. She had returned. She was leaning on the
fence watching her. Why didn't she stop the bull? She grunted and
shuddered as the cock of the bull began to part the lips between
her legs. She groaned at the size of it. The girl was watching
her! -wide eyed. Watching the bull's cock enter her. She was
going to watch the bull inseminate her! She was curious and
Brandy was nothing more than an animal about to be fucked.
Another figure had walked up behind the girl, a goat-boy. When
she didn't turn, he put one hand one her ass and whispered
something in her ear. She couldn't see what he was doing with his
hand. The bull was pushing inside her, stretching the lips of her
sex! The goat-girl inhaled, as if shocked at something the boy
had said, but she arched her ass toward his hand.
	A sudden blow knocked her to the side, pulling the bull's cock
out of her. There was another male - the same russet male that
had tried to mount her before! They were fighting. They were
butting heads, fighting over the right to impregnate  her.  And
they were beautiful. She watched them crash into each other until
the mottled male groaned and limped away. The russet male turned
to her, breathing hard, his muscles bulging and his angry cock
stretched underneath him. She belong to him. At that moment she
didn't want to be anywhere but where she was. She was  ready to
be mated by the bull and to give him his offspring.  Another
trickle ran down her thigh as he walked behind her, as his chest
moved over her back, as she once again felt the hot head of his
sex pressing at the lips of her opening.
	She heard a shout and the bull turned, leaving her empty.
	It was one of the goat-farmers, the tallest of them and the most
powerful. "O no you don't!" he thrashed the bull with a stick. "I
see it's time we separate the boys from the gals. A squirt from
you and she'll be droppin' a litter...oh...already got one of the
gals I see..." The goat-boy  followed the farmer into the field.
They terrified her. She shook and lowered her shoulders to the
ground, folding her knees under her. Their bodies were like men
but their heads were those of goats with teeth like wolves.
"Don't you worry, sweety," the goat-farmer said to her, "you'll
get another chance. We'll see to that."
	Then, one by one, choke collars were put around the males and
their hands were bound behind their backs, robbing them of their
balance and strength. One by one they were taken out of the
field. The russet male that had almost mounted her, struggled
against the collar. His muscles bulged but his breathing was
harsh and rasping. Brandy wanted to cry out, to tell them to
stop. The goat-farmer gave a powerful yank and the russet male's
eyes bulged. He couldn't breath. His cock exploded, spraying his
abdomen and ground with spurt after spurt of cum. Brandy's
stomach felt light. It had been meant for her belly. Finally, his
body went limp. The goat-farmer loosened the collar and gave it
another yank. The russet male slowly breathed again and docilely
followed the farmer out of the field. Close by the gate Brandy
saw the goat-girl. When the last male was taken out of the field,
she called the farmer.
	"Comus!" she called. "When can I have Princess?"
	"Tomorrow," he called back in his commanding voice, swinging his
broad shoulder around. Comus? Why did the name sound familiar?
The goat-farmer glanced at Brandy and winked. "Tomorrow's you're
lucky day, Princess."

	**

	The next day the younger goat-boy returned and the goat-girl
followed him into the field. Brandy fled to stand with the other
females but the goat-boy bared his teeth in something like a
smile, following her. When she tried to run again he grabbed her
hair, yanked her head back and almost lifted her hands off the
grass. She gasped and arched her back, opening her legs, somehow
unable to remember whether or how she could struggle. "Just like
this," the goat-farmer said, "You see? Females are easier to
manage than the bulls."
	"I bet you wish regular girls were like that," the goat-girl
said.
	The goat-boy laughed, nervously Brandy thought. "Someday, some
boy's gonna' be managin' you like this. You on your hands and
knees and all and you ain't gonna' fight him. It's instinct."
	"Danny!" the goat-girl cried.
	"I'm just sayin, Jessy'."
	"You ain't just sayin'!" Jessy shot back, but without real
anger. Brandy could see that something in the girl's stance
changed. "I just got a tongue-lashin' from Emma. So don't you be
smart..."
	The boy smiled. "Give me the leash."
	He fastened the collar and leash with practiced speed and handed
it to Jessy. "She's all yours." He let go of her hair  and Brandy
fell back to her hands and knees. She felt a tug. "Stop it!" she
wanted to say but all that came out was a strange bleat. The girl
tugged again and Brandy bleated.
	"C'mon, Princess!" the goat-girl smiled.
	Brandy squealed. The boy thwacked her ass again. She quickly
followed the girl, glancing back at the goat-boy nervously. But
he wasn't looking at Brandy's ass. He was looking at the
goat-girl's ass, Jessy's ass. She knew what he was thinking. The
girl was oblivious. Brandy wondered how long it would take him.
She wanted to warn the girl.
	The girl led her through the gate, at last, then down a dirt
road. They were walking toward a tall red barn. She could hear
other animal noises, horses, pigs, chickens. She was just another
animal. She glanced to either side of the road. There was
freedom, but where would she go and what would they do to her if
they caught her?
	She followed the girl.
	"You're going to live in the barn," the girl said. "And then I'm
taking you to the fair."
	They walked up a worn plank and into barn. It smelled of manure,
piss, and straw. The scents were rich and comforting - a familiar
smell. Brandy followed the goat-girl into a stall. The floor was
fresh with hay. The door latched shut behind her.
	The girl tied Brandy's leash to a post. She couldn't move to the
left or right. She heard water in a bucket behind her and then a
wet cloth on her back. "How does that feel," asked the girl.
"You're all dirty. I bet you haven't been cleaned since your
mommy licked you." The towel moved over her back, then under her
belly. It had been too long since she had been touched. Brandy
arched her back. The girl rubbed the cloth over her breasts and
nipples. The rough fabric made her belly ache. She groaned and
thrust her breasts into the rough cloth. "You like that, don't
you?" the girl asked.
	The girl moved the rough cloth lower, down to the split between
her legs, she wiped up and Brandy gasped. She wanted to thrust
her sex toward the girl, like an animal. There. Wipe there!
Again! The girl did and Brandy groaned loudly. Her legs began to
shake. She would cum if the girl continued. It had been so long.
But the girl didn't. She wiped down the backs of her legs and her
calves. She cleaned her arms and then drenched her hair. She
combed it. Trimmed it. Braided it. "You're beautiful," said the
goat-girl. "You're the most beautiful of all the Namuhs,
Princess."
	Namuh? So that's what she was called.
	"I have a special treat for you." The girl scooped some feed
from a bucket outside the stall and emptied it into a trough. The
sweet smell of the pellets overwhelmed Brandy. She licked and
took as much of a mouthful as she could manage. The door to the
stall closed behind her. "Sweet dreams, Princess." The girl left.

	**

	In the stall next to her was another girl- a namuh. She was
beautiful. Her hair was a red and drawn back into a single braid.
Her hips were narrow and her stomach flat like her own. She was
eating, facing away from her, head down, her sex lifted up and
facing her. Brandy wanted to lick it. She wanted any contact.
Anything. A stream of urine burst from the girl's sex and Brandy
wanted to drink it. Behind them both, a bull paced. He was
watching them both. He was huge and not from the field. His cock
flexed underneath his taught belly. Brandy had already studied
him. Just like the other girl's, her own sex was turned toward
him, instinctively.
	The squeak of the barn door distracted her. It was the goat-boy
- Danny. Two more boys followed him in. "In here?" one of them
asked.
	"Yeah," Danny answered. "He don't never come out at night."
	The boys followed Danny to the stack of bails. They dug through
their pockets and lit something. Marijuana. Brandy knew the smell
of it. They talked for a while, passing the reefer between them.
	"Damn, this shit makes me horny."
	"You're always fucking horny, Danny."
	"Fuck yes," Danny answered.
	"I've got to get some pussy," one of the boys said.
	"This place is dead," said the other.
	"Fuck Danny, when are you going to fuck Jessy. Shit, she's hot.
I'd be fuckin' her every fuckin' day. I'd fucking bend her over.
Right here. Right now."
	"I love pussy," continued the other. "I could fill them all."
	"Her old man," Danny answered.
	"Fuck her old man."
	They were quiet.
	"Those Namuhs are fucking weird, you know. They're like us from
the neck down," said one of the boys, staring at Brandy. "Fuckin'
hot if you don't look at their heads."
	"Ever want to fuck one?" the other boy asked.
	"Fuck no! Fuck you."
	"That one's Jessy's." Danny smiled. "Don't touch it."
	"Do you think they even orgasm when they fuck?" asked the other
boy.
	"Maybe..." Danny answered. "I know I wanna' fuckin' make Jessy
orgasm until she screams..."
	The door to the barn squeaked and slowly opened. The boys
quickly hid the reefer and quieted. It was Jessy. She was only
wearing a night dress and when she saw the boys she hesitated.
The two boys glanced at Danny and smiled. "Guess we'll be
going..." said the one.
	The other smiled at Danny as well and picked up his coat. The
two walked slowly by Jessy. She glanced at them, smiling
nervously, then looked at Danny. The two boys stared at her ass
as they walked behind her and out the door.
	"What were you doing?" Jessy asked Danny.
	"Nothing."
	"It smells in here."
	"Like what?" Danny asked.
	"I don't know..." she answered. "Incense."
	"Want to try some?"
	"Incense?"
	"Marijuana..."
	Jessy shook her head. "I just came to check on Princess."
	"She's happy to be out of the field," Danny said.
	"How do you know?"
	"I can tell," he answered.
	Jessy opened the door of the stall. Danny stood and followed her
inside. He was staring at her hips and ass. Despite herself,
Brandy hurried to greet Jessy, desperate for any attention or
touching.  Jessy ran her hands through Brandy's hair. "Isn't she
beautiful?" she asked.
	"Not as beautiful as you," Danny answered. His hand lightly
touched her hip.
	Jessy's breath caught, but she didn't move her push his hand
away.
	"You almost let Princess get knocked up."
	"I would have stopped them."
	"I saw you," Danny continued.
	"Saw what?" But Jessy blushed.
	"You was wondering," said Danny, "weren't you."
	"Wondering what?" Jessy asked, her voice faltering.
	"What it will be like," he answered, "on your hands and knees."
	"I was not..."
	"What it will feel like," Danny persisted, "to have a cock
pushing into you when you are like that."
	"I won't never!"
	"You're a girl aren't you?"
	"Yeah..."
	"Then you'll be just like that someday: on your hands and knees,
a cock pushing into you."
	"Is that what you meant when you said that today?" she suddenly
asked.
	"When I said what?"
	"When you said..." she hesitated. "When you said I wasn't gonna'
be any different."
	"No different than what?" Danny asked. His other hand reached
around and settled on her flat belly.
	"When you were putting the leash on princess," Jessy answered.
"You said... you said someday some boy was gonna' have me on my
hands and knees and I'd be no different. Is that what you meant
by that?"
	"I was talkin' about nature..." Danny answered. He ran his hand
smoothly over her hip.
	"Nature?"
	"You're a girl," Danny answered.
	"And what?"
	"You see how it is on the farm," Danny answered.
	"I'm not an animal."
	"You ain't no different," Danny answered, lightly running his
hands over her ass. "You're a girl. You'' get your turn just like
every other girl ever has. You receive. No matter how a girl does
it or who she is, she could be the queen , at the end of the day,
she's gotta' give her belly to a cock and take its spunk.  When
it's your time, you ain't gonna be no different than them."
	"I'm not like that."
	"You aren't? I know you're smarter than me, Jessy... I'll never
be as smart as you in school, but..." He moved his hand from her
stomach upward, slowly upward toward her young breast. "But why
did you come out to the barn?"
	"I wanted to see Princess..."
	"When's the last time you just wanted to 'see' Princess?" 
Danny's fingers lightly brushed  upward between Jessy's breasts.
"You came out 'cause you saw the light was on."
	"Maybe..."
	Danny's breath was growing shallow. He lightly cupped his hand
over Jessy's breast. Her nipple was hard.  "You changed a lot
this year. You know that. Every time I see your breasts... Why
did you come out?"
	"I don't know..." Jessy's own breath fluttered.
	"You're tit is hard," Jessy breathed in her ear, still standing
behind her. Jessy's breath shook as he traced around her nipple
through her shirt. His other hand moved lower, to the left,
touching the soft place where her belly and leg met. "You liked
it when I said that today, didn't you?"
	"Maybe..." Jessy answered breathlessly.
	He moved his hand to her ass, feeling the roundness of it. "You
ass has changed. You like it when I call this your ass?" Jessy
nodded. "You like it when I talk to you like this?" Jessy nodded
again. "It's filled out - nice and round. I bet guys are starting
to look at your ass. I bet you make 'em hard. I bet the old guys,
when you're workin' the farm stand, are checkin' out your tits.
They think you're not noticin'."
	Jessy reached behind her, the flat of her hand against Danny's
thigh.
	"I bet nobody looked at you like that a year ago..." Danny
pushed lightly at her nipple.
	"I don't like it..."
	"You sure?" Danny asked. "What about me?"
	"A little..."
	He squeezed her nipple, she gasped, and he brushed his other
hand from her ass to her waist, feeling the curve of her slender
waist. "A little?" he asked.
	She moved her hand upward, feeling his muscular belly, then down
to his crotch, feeling the hard length of him pressing inside his
pants. "Looking at me makes you hard?" she asked.
	"Hell yes..."
	"Makes you want to touch... my hips and my breasts?" she asked,
breathless.
	"It's nature," he answered, his hand moving toward the divide of
her legs.
	"I'm not an animal," she answered, but her tone had changed.
	"You're ass has filled out," Danny returned. "Your breasts...
Every time I look I see your tits pushing at your T-Shirts your
body's tellin' me it's ready."
	'If Papa knew..."
	"You think he don't notice his little girl isn't little no
more?" Danny asked. "This is what's supposed to happen."
	"Supposed to? Like what?" Jessy asked faintly.
	"You think I'm the only one noticed how you filled out, Jessy?
Don't you think every man on this farm knows what's supposed to
go in your belly? It's cryin' out for it. An' how do you think
it's gonna' get there? You ain't no different than any been
born," he breathed.  "Every time I see a girl, I know someday, if
she ain't already been, she's gonna' be on her hands and knees,
like any other female, and she's gonna' be takin' her dallop deep
in her belly. Girls are made to receive. No matter how they do
it, they receive. That's just the way nature's done it. Nobody
matter who you are, if you're a girl, some boy's gonna' be
openin' you're belly and fillin' it. You're gonna' receive his
spunk. That's what you're supposed to do. Nature made you're
belly for takin' cock and takin' spunk. "  Danny pressed a finger
lightly into the V of Jessy's underwear, pressing lightly at her
hole and then at her clit. Jessy gasped and subtly moved her
hips. "You see that bull?" he asked.
	"Yes..." she gasped.
	"What's different about him?"
	"He's bigger," Jessy asked, her breathing quickening.
	"What else?"
	"He's stronger." Jessy unzipped Danny's pants and his cock
sprang into her hands.
	Brandy could smell him and smell cum.
	"What else do you see?"  he asked.
	"I see..."
	"What?"
	"I see his penis." Her breath trembled as Danny continued to
stroke  her clit through her underwear. " It's sticking out."
	"What would happen if I put him in here with Princess?"
	She gasped at his touch. "He... he would mount her. He would put
it in her."
	"That's what's supposed to happen," he squeezed Jessy's nipple.
	"To me?"
	"You're a girl, aren't you?" Danny squeezed her other nipple.
"You're legs are made to be opened and penetrated. Your made to
be inseminated, just like every other animal in here."
	"Oh God... what are you... that feels good!" Jessy's hand glided
back and forth on his cock. She widened her stance, opening her
legs, and pressed back against him.
	"It's natural," Danny whispered into her ear.
	She widened her stance more.
	"That's it," Danny cooed, "show me how ready your are."
	"Would you..." Jessy groaned. "Would you do that to me..." She
leaned her head back against Danny's shoulder, stiffened, and
then convulsed. Her breath came in little cries as her back
arched stiffly. A long minute passed before she finally relaxed.
	"That was your first orgasm?" Danny asked.
	Jessy quickly nodded, her mouth open.
	Danny unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. Jessy didn't
stop him and didn't resist when he turned her and pushed her to
her knees. She looked up at him, quizzically, but only for a
moment. His cum shot across her upturned face, across her hair,
and then streaked down her breasts, nipples and belly. Danny
groaned loudly, pumping a last spasm from his cock, marking her.
"Yes!" he moaned.
	He looked down at her, at her breasts, at her hard nipples
dripping with his cum, at her full lips touched with his semen.
"Yes," he whispered.
	That evening, they brought the bull that had been stalled next
to Brandy into the stall with the beautiful red haired female.
That night she awoke to copulation. She couldn't see the
beautiful red-haired girl but she could hear her short rhythmic
cries, the only time she sounded human. They were somehow
beautiful and for the first Brandy felt something like jealousy.
The girl's sounds weren't fear or pain, but the cries of
completion. She was beautiful, she was female, and this was
nature's course. It was for this that she was beautiful.
	She heard the sudden grunt of the males and knew he was pumping
the girl's belly full. She woke again and again that night until
she heard the girl's own choking and shuddering cry as she
orgasmed around the cock buried deep in her belly, impregnating
her again.
	The next morning they both slept. The girl's bottom was turned
toward Brandy. She could see that the girl's slit was white with
cum. It dripped and streaked from the narrow opening of her
belly, pooling at her thigh before it dripped down the meeting of
her thigh and buttocks. And Brandy knew that even now the seeds
of impregnation were growing inside her.

	**
	
	A week went by. Jessy visited Brandy every day. Every day Jessy
would clean her, comb her hair and braid it. The farmer and his
helpers were everywhere. If Danny came into the barn when Jessy
was there, he would stare at her ass as she bent over Brandy.
Sometimes Jessy would notice him. She would remain bent over,
glancing back at him. Her nipples would harden against her shirt.
	On the last day, when the other farmhands had left the barn, and
Jessy had left the stall, she was met by Danny at the barndoor.
He pushed her back inside. He turned her, still walking
backwards, around and against the rough wall next to the barn
door. "Danny!" she hissed. He pushed up her shirt and sucked on
her tits. Her mouth flew into an O of surprise. He jammed his
hand up between her legs and she inhaled sharply, throwing her
head back. His movements were quick and firm, masturbating her.
She couldn't breath. She gazed down at him, at a loss. He stood.
He kissed her, still masturbating her, and locked eyes with her.
He waited until she exhaled a strangled whimper, then did
something between her legs that Brandy couldn't see. He gazed at
her, then turned and left her.
	Jessy remained, staring straight ahead, stiff, mouth open, her
hands gripping the wall behind her, unable to breath. Then she
groaned loudly and slid down the wall, squatting, her knees wide
open, head bowed forward, her belly convulsing. Cum spurted from
the opening between her legs, drenching the ground between her
feet - spurt after spurt as her hips shook  under her.  She
gasped with each spasm. She couldn't stop. Her eyes rolled as her
hips continued to snap under her. Someone was coming! She stood,
shakily as her body's convulsions finally began to slow.  She
stumbled away from the wall, her hips still helplessly arching
behind her, her legs open, one hand against a post, the other on
her belly.
	Dale. One of the older farmhands."Are you OK," he asked.
	"Yes," she answered weakly, trying to hide the last involuntary
spasms of her hips. The pleasure! She had never felt so helpless
as her body followed its own ignited course. She prayed that he
wouldn't notice. He didn't. He turned, getting on with his job. A
last spurt of her orgasm trickled down her ankles. She let out a
quiet moan and gazed at her belly, pressing against it gently.
Nothing had ever felt so good. She would have done anything when
she had been helpless with orgasm.
	Brandy gazed at her through the slats of the stall. Somehow all
of it seemed familiar to her.

	**

	Sometime at the end of her third week in the barn, Comus brought
in a young bull. The bull looked like a boy to Brandy, and he
looked scared. There were marks on his back and he was skinny.
She overheard Comus, in his deep rumbles, talking to Dale. "His
sire was one of the best breeders I ever saw."
	'Damn shame," she heard Dale answer.
	"Yup," Comus answered. "He had to sell the lot. This one was
what I could afford."
	"Don't look like much," Dale muttered.
	Comus smiled, a half goat, half wolfish smile on his giant face.
"He's a runt  but he's got a cock on him. That's the part the
matters Think he might be a good breeder once we get some meat on
him. Jessy named him King."
	"Where we gonna' put him?" Dale asked. "We don't have any room.
Put him out with another bull and there won't be much left of
him."
	Comus smiled, glancing at Brandy and winking again. "We're going
to put him in with Princess."
	"Princess?" Dale asked.
	"Jessy's idea."
	Jessy's idea? Brandy's heart skipped a beat.
	"You sure?" Dale asked.
	"I know," Comus interrupted. "Put King and Princess in the
bigger stall. He was bleating for his mommy when we took him.
Maybe Princess will calm him..."
	"I bet she will..." Dale mumbled. He led the young bull over to
Brandy's stall and and then led the both of them into a stall
that was three times the room. The young male was shaking and
immediately ran to the back corner when Dale let him off his
leash. "Put some grain in and let's get up the hill. We got some
fencing to do before sundown."
	Even after Comus and the farmhelp left, the young bull didn't
move from the corner. He was cute. He had dark brown, curly hair.
His eyes were blue. Brandy eyed him with a mix of emotions, fear,
curiosity, desire.
	After a time the smell of the grain overwhelmed her. If the
young bull wasn't going to eat it, she was. She walked over,
hands and knees, and lowered her head into the trough. She only
taken a few bites when she gasped, cried out. He was nursing! Her
breast was in his mouth. He was pulling on her teat. Sucking. She
groaned and arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth.
She was being touched! Fluid flowed down her thighs. It could
have been anything or the months since she had had an orgasm.
	Her breathing came in short gasps and she whimpered. The young
bull stopped. Milk was dripping from her niplles, both of them.
The young bull cowered. She studied the marks on his back. Had he
been beaten? And then she saw something else: his cock. It was
large, disproportionately, and it was suspended heavily under his
belly. The length of it was swollen. Brandy shook. A mixture of
pity, and fear  and lust made her belly ache. Slowly, head down,
she approached the young bull. She lowered her head under his
tight abdomen and slowly, gently, kissed the end of his cock. She
wanted to nurse.
	She felt the young bull shudder and she took the large warm bulb
of his cock into her mouth. Her stomach thrilled. She wanted to
calm him, soothe him and taste his cock. It had been so long. The
feel of its soft skin rolling back from the bulb, the slightly
acrid taste of piss and the musty smell of his balls. She
remembered it. She could smell it before she tasted it. She was
drawn Her heart raced. The boy widened his legs and arms, his
breath deepening. His hips moved slightly as she sucked more and
more of his length into her mouth. She felt faint and widened her
legs.
	Without warning, the warm, salty fluid of the cock burst into
her mouth, again and again. She drank and swallowed, keeping her
lips locked around the twitching cock as though she were drinking
milk from the long udder of a cow. There was a final warm spurt
across her tongue before the young bull relaxed. Brandy's own
heart raced. It had been such a long time! The male's cum
bewitched her, made her nipples hard and her belly ache. The
young bull seemed calm. The anxiety was gone.
	She slept warmly that night, next to the young bull. But the
feeling of skin against skin made her ache and woke her fitfully
through the night. Outside in the barnyard she could hear
coupling. It was spring. The animals were rutting. She was one of
them.

	**

	"Eat up." Danny poured a pale of oats into the trough for Brandy
and the bull. He watched the young bull. "You must have really
been whupped," he said. "You got a young female in their, can't
go anywhere, and you still haven't popped her. Her belly ought to
be swimming with babies. " He shook his head.
	The barn door opened, letting in the early morning light.
	"Candice?" Danny glanced at the shapely figure silhouetted by
the light.
	"There you are, Danny."
	"Every morning, Candice."
	The young woman looked around the barn and slowly walked behind
Danny as he watched Brandy. "How you been?"
	"Same as always," he answered. "Back for a visit?"
	"You didn't know?" she continued. "Not even sniffing around my
door."
	"I been busy..."
	Still behind him, she reached around, one hand on Danny's
muscular abdomen, the other toward his crotch. "Guess I lost out
to my little sister."
	Danny's breath shuddered as her hand moved under the belt of his
pants, and she gripped his cock. "First thing in the morning and
hard as always. Nobody taking care of that? Not even you?"
	Danny groaned. She unzipped his pants and his cock tilted
straight out, hard and full.
	"Poor men," she licked his ear, "you can't hide. It's right
here, for every girl to see. You're ready to put it in us. All
we'd have to do is spread our legs. Isn't it a shame we have to
behave in society? Still can't hide it, can you. And when you
cum, you spray everywhere if you're not inside something. How
embarrassing." She ran her hand back, pulling the foreskin back
from the head. He closed his eyes and groaned again. "Oh, you
love that don't you."
	"Hell  yes..." Danny answered.
	"You like a lot of things about us," she breathed into his ear.
"You like the way our asses move when we walk, the way our tits
show off when we stretch, our hips, and you like it, especially,
when we bend over. You can't help yourself, can you? Poor cock...
you just spring to life when you look at us... do things...you
just need to be inside us..." Candice slowly pumped his cock.
	Danny reached behind him but Candice stopped him.
	"Does my sister's body make you hard?"
	Danny nodded and groaned.
	"Her new little tits... do you want to see them stiff and
tender?"
	The speed of Danny's breathing increased.
	"Do you..." Candice's pumping increased in speed. "Do you want
to see her slender naked ass?"
	Danny groaned.
	"She must make you so hard," Candice taunted. "You just can't
help it. It must be so 'hard' being a guy, getting a boner every
time you see a pretty girl... wanting to... fuck her. It's
nature. It's just the way nature made you."
	Danny grunted and a spasm jolted his cock.
	"It just makes you want to fit your cock right between her
slender legs," Candice cooed, "and push."
	Danny clenched his teeth.
	"And when you see her naked ass, and her nipples are stiff and
tender, and she's bent over, maybe on her hands and knees, and
you push your cock deep into her tight little belly," Candice
whispered, "what will you do?"
	Danny grunted loudly. A long stream of cum spurted from his cock
into the stall. The spasms that followed were rapid, stream after
stream of cum jetting out of him. His stomach convulsed with the
force of his ejaculations. Finally, the spasms slowed and the cum
dribbled and dripped out of his cock.
	"Is that what you'll do?" Candice licked his ear. "All that? For
her?  Inside her little belly?"
	Danny groaned and exhaled.
	"Oh well," Candice breathed huskily, "how embarrassing. You just
sprayed everywhere, all over the trough and that poor animal's
food. I hope Comus doesn't walk in and see your spunk everywhere.
If only it had been in little sister's belly. Just think, all in
there. You could just walk away, all of your spray tucked up
inside her slender body. Boys should always have something to
spray into. It's the way they're made."
	Danny pushed Candice's hand off his cock.
	She grabbed his balls with her other hand. "Just remember, this
is my little sister your playing with. Fuck her if you want," she
murmured, "but don't fuck 'with' her, or I'll be mixing in your
balls with canned dog food."
	"Now I've got to clean out the trough," Danny said, looking at
Brandy's cum covered feed.
	"You're crazy." Candice smiled. "She can eat it. She's going to
have a lot more cum in her pretty little body. She better get
used to it."

	**
					
	The days wore on and the young bull became less afraid. He grew
quickly, putting on weight, strength and girth. Brandy let him
nurse whenever he needed. Sometimes he would wake her while she
was napping. Her breath would be shallow. Her stomach fluttered
at the feel of his soft lips pursed around her nipples. His cock
would always stretch and grow, jutting from between his thighs.
It was wide, long and the head swelled proudly, almost twice the
girth of its stem -- made to fully open a female, Brandy knew,
and work like a giant knot inside her flat belly, opening her
from the inside, readying her belly for his fluids.
	And he grew larger, she wondered when Jessy would take him out
of her stall.  He finished nursing and Brandy quickly took sucked
his cock into her mouth - lust turning into fear. How long would
the bull be content with her mouth? He shook and filled her
mouth, spurt after spurt. Sometimes it would jump out of her
mouth and coat her lips and breasts.
	"Is it good?" a woman's voice asked.
	Brandy yanked her head back, the final spirts leaping across her
face. She saw the goat-woman she had seen on the first day, the
one who had been leaning on the fence. She opened the door to
Brandy's stall and stepped in, putting down a bag that Brandy
recognized. The woman was a veterinarian. "Naughty girl," she
said.
	Brandy backed up until her ass bumped against the back wall of
the stall. The goat-woman slowly knelt and held Brandy's face
with both her hands. "Look at me." Brandy gazed up at her. "I
know you can understand me. You try to remember how you got here,
but you can't. Comus. There's always a little twist in his
games."
	Brandy bleated. "Please! Help me!" she wanted to cry, but
couldn't.
	"There, there now," the woman brushed her thumbs over Brandy's
lips and push some of the semen into her mouth. "Lick. That's
it... Such beautiful lips."
	"Jessy!" Brandy bleated.
	"Watch this..." the goat-woman said letting go of Brandy. She
unzipped her bag and pulled out a dusty felt hat. "No, no... look
at me," she said. Brandy looked for a way to escape. The
goat-woman put on the hat and her face became human. She was
beautiful. Brandy didn't know who she was but the woman seemed to
know Brandy.
	Brandy ran for the door of the stall. Locked. She desperately
tried to stand but only fell back to her hands and knees. The
woman stood. "Is this what you're trying to do?" she asked. She
stretched. "It feels so good to stretch. I've wanted to see you
like this for such a long time. What's it like always on your
hands and knees? - having nothing to do but eat grass, pee and
poop? You've done a lot of that haven't you."
	Brandy looked up at the woman, trying to remember who she was.
	"That's all you have to do. You just have to crawl around on
your hands and knees, eat, fertilize, and, o yes, be fertilized -
fucked. That's the only other thing your used for - your belly.
You'll drop a few males and some females. They'll sell some and
eat some. Then you'll be fucked again. Another brood will grow in
your belly. They'll sell some. They'll eat some. And as soon as
they've sold and eaten them, they'll see to it that your belly is
fucked again, and the cycle goes on. You provide everything they
want, just by putting a cock into that belly of yours. How do you
like it?"
	Brandy was shaking.
	"I'm teasing you," the woman smiled, "a little. I would think
you would be looking forward to it."
	Brandy bleated loudly.
	"It's the only way out you know..." she reached down and took a
fistful of Brandy's hair. She knelt beside Brandy and, with her
index finger,  scooped up the last of the semen from Brandy's
face. "Just one orgasm, and you're free."
	Brandy bleated and shook.
	"What's wrong with this?" The woman held her semen covered
finger in front of Brandy. "Just a little of this..." She moved
her finger behind Brandy. Brandy began to struggle, realizing
what the woman was doing. She gasped and arched her back. The
woman's finger slipped easily into her pussy, slippery with
semen. "...in here."
	She felt the woman's finger move around, in and out. The semen!
	"It's in you," said the woman. "Is that so bad?"
	Brandy began to pant as the woman's finger continued to move in
and out of her. It wouldn't take much. It had been so long.
	"Tut, tut, little one." The woman withdrew her finger.  "A male
will be so much stronger, and wider and longer. He will go 'so'
much deeper. It will hurt so much and so sweetly. The sweet pain
of it will build until you burst. No, you'll have to get your
inseminate, and your orgasm the way females are meant to. This
won't impregnate you, by the way. Semen doesn't like to get cold.
But how does it feel? How do you like sperm in your pussy? All
slippery isn't it. Doesn't it feel like it belongs there? I think
your companion is going to be very interested in why there is
semen leaking out of your belly."
	Brandy's heart raced. No! The woman turned to her bag again.
"They'll wonder what I've been doing for so long. I 'do' have
business to attend to. It seems that some of the animals have
worms." She held up what looked like a large egg wrapped in
plastic. "It's an anal suppository."
	She stood and before Brandy could try to evade her, the woman
had yanked her head back with another fistful of hair. "Now hold
still," she said. Brandy heard her unwrapping the plastic with
her other hand. "You gotta' take your medicine just like every
other animal."
	Brandy gasped when she felt the wide slippery egg press against
the opening to her belly. The woman pushed, then pulled back and
pushed again. "Oh," she smiled, "am I putting it in the wrong
opening? You have so many." Brandy felt the egg slide upward and
grunted when it was pressed against her anus. "You're just a
little farm animal aren't you." Brandy stiffened as the woman
pushed, forcing her muscles to slowly open. The woman pulled the
egg back again. "You turn me on so much," she hissed as she
slowly fucked Brandy's ass with the end of the huge pill, "such
the vulnerable female on her hands and knees. It's so easy for us
to hide our pussies when we can stand, but put us on our hands
and knees and every boy and man knows how to read that posture -
our pussies up and available, so easy to slide into our bellies.
Look at you. Every day like this, your pussy advertizing to any
cock that's gotten too full."
	Brandy was gasping and grunting, gazing helplessly up at the
veterinarian. She was going to cum. The woman suddenly pushed
with her ring finger. "UHN!" Brandy grunted loudly. Her muscles
gave way and then shut around the woman's finger as she pushed
the pill deeply into her rectum. She gasped as a different 
muscle deep in her belly convulsed, once, before the woman pulled
out her finger. Brandy fell to the straw of the stall's floor.
	"Did I almost make you cum?" the woman asked. "Does it make you
want to do this? The woman knelt in front of her and fell forward
onto one hand. She pulled her shirt down, letting her breast hang
out, then reached back between her legs.  "Oh...." she gasped.
"Seeing you like this turns me on so much. So needing to cum..."
She was masturbating. "Look at me!" she demanded. Brandy watched
her. "I'm going to cum. Watch me!" Her fingers moved furiously
between her legs, under her pants. Her breath started to come in
short bursts. Her nipples stretched red and swollen. She opened
her mouth and her slender body shook before she was jolted again
and again by her orgasm.
	Brandy's own impending orgasm was fading. She felt the pill
disappearing into her gut.
	The last spasm shook the woman and she rose to her knees,
buttoning her pants. "God," she breathed, "that felt so good. So
easy to do. Can't you do it? No? But I think you're little male
friend needs another orgasm." The woman reached between the
bull's legs and began yanking and stroking his cock. "I hope he
doesn't get too horny. Aren't you curious as to why Jessy put him
in here?" No! Brandy quickly ducked her head under the bull's
belly and took the bulb into her mouth. The woman continued to
pump him. "The milk's coming. O, I think I feel it coming." The
bull shook as the woman continued to pump him. Brandy locked her
lips around the tip. His liquid abruptly poured into her, each
spurt in time with the woman's yank. "That's it," cooed the
woman. "Good girl. It's good for you. Drink it up. Some for your
belly," she said, brushing a finger down the Brandy's spine, "and
soon, a little for your belly." She slipped the tip of her finger
between the soaked lips of Brandy's sex.
	Brandy was exhausted.
	"It will be over soon," the woman said. "Jessy says she wants
King to be the one to do it to you. You two seem to get along so
well." She took off her hat, and she became a goat-woman again.
"Happy breeding my little farm animal.
	Brandy needed to escape. She was going mad.

	**

	"Come in here quick..." Brandy was woken by Danny's voice. The
sun was just lighting the dusty air of the barn. Danny was
pulling Jessy inside.
	"What?"
	"C'mon, get on your knees...!"
	"Are you crazy," Jessy whispered hoarsely. "Pa could walk right
in here."
	"Just do it, Jessy," Danny felt his cock through his pants, "get
on your knees."
	"I don't know..."
	"God," Danny looked around, "I need a girl. Look." He unzipped
and pulled out his cock. Jessy glanced behind her, then returned
her gaze to his cock, with the look of girls who still aren't
used to seeing cocks, hard, in the open, naked - and hard for
'them'- the eyes and lips of a girls who are curious, lustful,
afraid and suddenly aware of their own body's power. Despite
herself, she stepped forward, her breath light and wrapped her
slight fingers around it. Her eyes never left his as she slowly
got on 'her' knees, pursed 'her' lips at the tip of his cock, and
slowly slid the head of it between them, into 'her' mouth.
	Danny groaned, "make me shoot in your mouth."
	Still looking up at him, his cock in her mouth, she pulled own
her T-Shirt over her breast, her hard nipple naked to the air.
She tasted the cum already leaking from him. She turned, his 
cock out of her mouth. "Somebody's coming!" she hissed.
	Danny yanked her by the hand into an empty hay bin. They knelt
in the corner and peered between boards.
	The barn door opened and Jessy saw the tall silhouette of Emma.
Her heart raced. If Emma caught her she would tell everybody! 
She was a gossip and a bully and Jessy was deathly afraid of her.
But there was someone else was coming in. Tucker, a wiry farmhand
that kept to himself. Jessy didn't like him anymore. He used to
tease her but in the last year his teasing changed. He looked at
her differently, just like Danny said, stealing glances at her
hips, her ass or breasts. Men treated her differently, more like
a woman, in good ways and in ways that made her want to do things
she didn't like and liked. Sometimes she liked it when they
looked.
	But not now. She didn't want to be seen. Tucker could be quick
tempered. He closed the door behind him and began to undo his
belt. Jessy's breath caught. What were they doing? Emma peered
through the barn.
	"Nobody's in here," said Tucker.
	"Right here?" Emma asked. Jessy had never heard her voice like
that. She easily corralled all the other women on the farm and
now she acted nervous. She backed against Danny who was on his
knees behind her, peering through the same crack in the boards.
	"God damn, Emma," Tuker felt his crotch. "All I had to see was
you bending over."
	"That's all it takes?"
	"Hell Emma," Tucker answered. "If we were the only ones 'round,
right there in the field. I wouldn't wait. You know I wouldn't
and I know you don't where panties. You'd have my cock in you
every hour, every  day. You'd be full of jizz, your little belly
round and bursting with it. It'd be leakin' out of your cunt all
day long. Every time you bent over you'd be squeezing white stuff
out of your belly, out from the same place it went it..."
	Emma laughed. "Jesus Tucker, you don't have that much in you."
	"God damn," Tucker pulled his cock out. "Get on your knees,
babe..."
	Jessy's stomach fluttered. She could see every man and woman who
had come before her, their erotic dance, the parts they played,
the roles they were allotted, and saw she saw herself. She was
that woman on her knees, the man standing over her, putting his
cock into her mouth. And she knew she would be on her hands and
knees and her belly would be opened up by a man behind her. She
began to shake. She felt Danny's hand on her ass, sliding up and
over her hip, then back again. She bit her lip as she saw Emma
open her mouth. Emma, who was the strongest woman on the farm, on
her knees. Tucker's cock slipped into her mouth. That was Jessy a
moment ago.
	She heard Danny's breath, shallow and lusting. She felt him push
up her own skirt and bunch it at the small of her back. She felt
Danny move behind her, a hand on her hip, another feeling her
smooth belly.
	"Stand up," Tucker said flatly.
	Emma stood up, slowly, sinuously.
	"Bend over."
	Emma hesitated for just a moment before she pulled up her hemp
skirt. She turned around so that her bare ass faced Tucker and
bent over. "Pull up your shirt. I want to see your tits bounce
when I fuck you."
	"You're such a sweet talker..." Emma let her shirt fall to
beneath her chin. Her small brown nipples were hard and
stretched. Her breath was light and quick. "Don't you cum until I
have. Don't, Tucker. I want to cum this time. I need it."
	"Grab your ankles."
	Danny pulled Jessy's shirt over her breasts and tugged on her
nipples. She stifled a grunt. Having them naked and exposed with
a boy behind her, after so many years of covering them, sent
twinges and sparks to the divide of her thighs. Sex was
dizzyingly animal. She wondered if this is what it was like for
Princess - to be an animal, to be in heat, to be fucked in the
middle of a field, to be so female.
	Tucker moved behind the woman, aimed his cock, and pushed it in
her. The woman groaned until her breath was gone, her mouth open,
the man's cock fully inside her.
	Jessy felt Danny's hands moved back to her hips and grip them.
The sudden realization of her position jolted her. She started to
rise onto her knees. Danny pushed her back down onto her hands. A
twinge of fear made her breath catch but he was stronger and
bigger. His hands moved back to her hips,  keeping her ass where
he wanted it. Yes. It felt right. It all felt right: being on her
hands and knees, the weight of her breasts hanging freely under
her, naked for her boyfriend, feeling his strong hands holding
her hips, his presence behind her upraised ass, offered. He
leaned and whispered in her ear. "Don't worry." Her mouth opened
when she felt the soft round heaviness of his cock push against
her, against the cotton fabric of her undies, just at the lips of
her sex, finally, wanting to give way, wanting to open like her
mouth, around the boy's cock. She bit her lip and groaned, almost
a whisper. The closeness of what they were doing, almost fucking
her, made her shake. Nothing had ever pressed at her opening
before. She was lightheaded. It was her belly he wanted. He was
so close. It was what they all wanted.
	She heard Danny groan quietly and gazed as Tucker's cock slid in
and out of Emma.  Yes, she looked submissive, female, bent over,
her ass and pussy offered to the man behind her, like her. This
is what it felt like. Tucker was fucking Emma hard, slapping her
ass with every thrust, holding on to her by the bunched skirt at
the small of her back. Her legs were beautiful. She felt Danny
ran his hands down her thigh. Her 'own' legs were beautiful.  Her
'own' ass was beautiful. And a man wanted her. She thrilled at
the effect her body was having on Danny and felt it when his cock
pressed against her panties and her opening.
	They were getting wetter and wetter as Danny's cock pressed them
into her. Her breath turned into a pant. Pull them aside. She
wouldn't stop him. She was trapped. If she moved, Emma and Tucker
would know. Jessy's mouth opened wide in a silent cry.  Danny was
pushing harder and harder. She was shaking. Her breath was
shaking. What could she do? She widened her thighs, her knees
parting in the straw under her, instinctively. Yes, it was all
instinctual. But this wasn't how she planned it. She braced her
hands against the wall and she felt Danny push again. Hard, this
time. So hard. He was pushing! God, why was he pushing so hard?
	"UH!" She gasped, almost too loud. "UH!" He was in her! O God!
She shot up onto her knees. Her back arching, knees wide, her
belly still offered to him. Her lips closed around her panties
and the head of his cock! "Uhhnnn..." Her arms stretched above
her, clutching at the wall, her head thrown back. Nothing ever
felt so good. Penetrated! He felt huge. She could feel the lips
of her pussy stretched around him. He fit! Just that much of him.
She took him! But he couldn't go any further. Her panties were
too tight. They pulled against her clit and stretched between the
cheeks of her ass. Danny yanked her head back with one hand, his
other on her hip. "Don't make a sound!" he whispered fiercely.
	Her eyes opened wide as he pushed lightly. Her panties stretched
against her clit and dug into her ass. Then he pulled back, so
slightly, taking just the smallest pressure off her clit, then
forward. O God! His thrusts were slight, gentle but constant.
Each push tugged at her clit. Her heart was racing. She tried to
quiet her breath.
	Tucker was moving faster and faster against Emma's upturned ass.
And Jessy knew how it felt, almost. How it felt to have a man's
cock opening her, moving inside her, desperate to seed a woman's
belly. Emma suddenly inhaled, held her breath, panted, inhaled
again, and then screamed, almost losing her balance. Her head and
shoulders were jolted rhythmically by her orgasm. Tucker leaned
back, drew her pussy hard against his pelvis, his cock deeply
inside her, and bellowed as he poured himself into the woman. For
what seemed liked minutes, Tucker held her, convulsing ever more
slowly, until he finally let go. Emma fell to her hands and
knees, then laid her head on the straw floor, her ass in the air.
	Jessy couldn't breath. Her own channel felt full, even with just
the bulb of his cock inside her. His feather light thrusts hadn't
stopped. Her clit burned, alternately pinched and massaged by the
stretched fabric of her soaked panties. She was cumming. She
could feel her belly  slowly clamping around a cock, a feeling
she had never felt before. The orgasm was beyond her control.
Tightening. Tightening. She couldn't. The girth of his cock was
keeping her open. O God! Penetrated, helpless as her belly
tightened and tightened around his his girth. The searing
pleasure began moving downward through her thighs and into her
tits. She couldn't stop it! Her body stiffened like a taut bow,
back arched, her being centered on the place where she had been
penetrated. She couldn't... O God! Helpless! The natural response
of her body overwhelmed her, indifferent to her will. The orgasm
was unlike any she had ever experienced, not an orgasm but a
penetrated orgasm - as if the orgasm itself were impaled . Her
belly snapped.
	She couldn't have screamed if she had wanted to. The
contractions clamped and released, clamped and released the tip
of the cock that pierced her. She twisted, convulsing on her
impalement. At last, the frequency of the spasms slowed. She felt
Danny's own spasms. She felt them! How long had he been cumming?
She could feel his cock convulsing and spurting inside her, even
if just the tip.
	Finally, he let go of her. Emma and Tucker were gone. The lovers
groaned. Danny fell back on his haunches. Jessy fell forward. Her
panties were still inside her, soaked with her own juices and
something else, the semen of her lover. He was inside her now,
even though his cock was gone. She fell onto her side and groaned
again - a woman.

	**

	The next day Jessy returned for Brandy. She was happy. Giddy. In
love. "Let's go for a walk, Princess."	
	She pulled a leash off the nearest post and fastened it around
Brandy's neck. With a soft yank Brandy was led outdoors.  The day
was hot and human and Jessy was in overalls. She wore her
swimsuit underneath, meaning to swim at the end of the day's
work. Brandy followed Jessy with a devotion almost like love, she
had forgotten to think of Jessy as a goat-girl. Her expressions
seemed more human to her than her own. Her young and slender body
was beautiful, even to Brandy. She wished she could walk. She
wished she could be free, like Jessy, in love, and strong.
	The smell of clover, sweet grass, vetch and all spring's
wildflower's overwhelmed Brandy. Jessy brought her out onto the
dusty farm road. In another lifetime, the small rocks and sharp
pebbles would have bloodied her hands and knees, but in this
world they had no effect on her. She walked behind Jessy, tugged
by the leash every so often if her mind wandered.
	They walked off to the side of the road, under an ash tree and
Jessy tied the leash round the stump of a branch.  "Look what I
have," she said, looking down at Brandy. "I bet you're going to
love this. Danny says it's supposed to help you get ready to
mate. I can't belief you and King haven't mated yet..."
	Brandy's stomach turned. What was it?
	She watched Jessy pull out another leash, or she thought it was.
It had two small clamps instead of a collar. "Danny says it
doesn't hurt animals; that you'll like it." Jessy reached down,
under Brandy, and tugged on her nipples, rolling them between her
fingers. "That's it. We're supposed to get your teats good and
pointy." Brandy's mouth opened and sparks shot to her belly. It
had been so long since she had been touched like this.
	Two farmhands walked by, glancing at Brandy.
	In another world Brandy might have tried to hide herself, at
least her pussy - raised and obvious between her legs. She had
all but become the animals she so desperately didn't want to be.
Jessy let go and before Brandy had caught her breath, the new
leash was clamped to both of her nipples. She groaned as the tiny
teeth bit into their tender tips, but it wasn't pain. Jessy undid
the collar and put it into the pockets of her overalls.
	"Ok," Jessy smiled at Brandy light heartedly, "let's go find
Jessy." Then she glanced around her before she whispered
conspiratorially. "God, I need to be mated, Princess."
	She tugged on the leash and Brandy gasped, her mouth open, her
eyes wide. Jessy pulled again, lifting her breasts by the
nipples, Brandy gasped again and quickly followed. The mix pain
of pain and pleasure traveled into her belly and thighs. She
could feel the channel to her belly stretching, readying for a
cock. the lips of her sex opening.
	Then they walked and they walked until they finally met another
group of farmhands, two three girls and some boys. They stopped
to chat with Jessy. Brandy's breasts burned and ached, her sex
felt wide open. "You really think she needs that?" one of the
girls finally asked.
	"She is 'so' in heat," said another girl.
	Brandy's vision began to clear. She was moving her hips! Her
thighs were open, her breaths came in small gasps and she was
humping the air, pushing back against a male, any male, an
imaginary cock deeply in her belly. She needed to be touched. She
needed to feel a cock in her. She needed anything. She needed to
cum.
	She looked up and new at once that all the boys were imagining
their own girlfriends in the same state. Wet, desperate, empty,
in heat, pushing their asses upward behind them, again and again,
searching for the one thing that fit perfectly inside htme. And
she knew that tonight some of them, at least, would be doing just
that and that their bellies would be filled, just as they should
be - their raised and round asses a siren call to their
boyfriends.
	"Have you seen Danny?"
	They point down the road. "He's stayed behind to split some
more," said one of the boys. He smirked coyly at Jessy, no doubt
imagining her being split by Danny, her thighs opened wide by his
cock. Sex was in the air. It was spring. It was everywhere. In
one of the fields Brandy saw the blonde haired female that had
been mounted before she and males were taken away. Her belly was
round and heavy. Her breasts were beginning to swell, her tits
lengthening and swelling. She had been bred and Brandy knew the
same fate awaited her. Her belly would be round and hanging low.
She was female. It was her fate, she dreaded it, and she knew
that when it was time she wouldn't be able to stop what she would
do. She would do it. She would let him fill her belly.
	They walked the last distance to the woodshed.
	Jessy quickly forgot about Brandy when she saw Danny. She tied
Brandy to the nearest post of the woodshed as she ran into
Danny's arms. Brandy lowered her nipples and cheek against the
cooling grass, her ass in the air. If any bull had tried to mount
her, then and there, his cock would have glided into her
effortlessly and deeply.
	Jessy and Danny kissed, mouths open, lips together. Danny's hand
quickly squeezed Jessy's young breast while her own hand rubbed
his cock through his pants. "God, you feel good," Danny finally
breathed.
	"You do too," Jessy answered, her words garbled with a kiss.
	Danny quickly moved behind her and pulled her backward, moving
them both until he leaned against the stacked wood behind them,
out of site.  He slid his hand downward, through the opening at
the side of her overalls, and between her legs. "I want to see
you cum," he suddenly said, half laughing, half overwhelmed with
lust of this youth.
	She laughed then gasped
	"God, you're wet!" Danny breathed.
	"Don't do that!" She tried to grasp his hand through her
overalls.
	"I want to see you cum, Jessy!" he gasped. "God, it's all I
think about all day long. What you look like when you're naked,
you're tits, you're wet pussy, what you look like when you're
cumming. I want to see your waist, the way it gets narrow. I want
to do is to see you with your legs open. You're all I can think
about."
	'Uhnn!" Jessy gasped, squeezing her legs together, her hands
futilely between her legs, unable to stop him.  "No, my cousin...
ooh... is here today! I'm... I'm  supposed to meet her!" she
managed to gasp.
	"Cum for me, Jessy...please," His hand was moving faster.
	"Not now," Jessy breathed. Despite herself, she arched her back,
pushing her sex toward his pelvis, her legs still squeezed
together. "Just wait..."
	"God, your so sexy when your like that" Danny gasped. "Your
curves are so fucking sexy when you stick your ass out like
that...." The fingers of his other hand moved around her mouth,
teasing her lips.
	"Uh! Please..." Jessy squeezed his hand through the crotch of
her overalls. "I'm not going to be able to stop."
	"I can't help it. I have to see you." He slipped a finger
between her lips.
	"No..." Jessy's body tightened, her brows seemed knitted in
agony. She sucked on his finger.
	"I have to see you cum..."
	Suddenly she exhaled and her eyes rolled upward, as if giving
up. "Uh...you're making me do it..."
	"Come for me, please Jessy," Danny begged. "I need to see a girl
cum. Do it for me Jessy."
	"Cumming Danny..." She groaned softly and ground her narrow hips
and ass against his cock. "I'm cumming, Danny."
	Jessy clutched her hands between her legs and sucked on his
fingers. She came, her slender hips convulsing, thrusting her sex
back with each spasm. She exhaled, inhaled, then held her breath
before each jolt. "UH!" Her belly knotted with each jolt,
spurting cum into her swimsuit, soaking her crotch and the seams
of her overalls. Danny groaned and threw his head back as she
thrust her ass into his pelvis. He was spurting into his own
pants.
	Finally, the feverish bodies of the two lovers calmed. Jessy
turned around, hanging loosely in his arms. "What am I going to
do?"
	"God," Danny still gently moved his hand around the Jessy's soft
sex, exploring it,"I never been with a girl who comes like that."
	"Do you think it's gross?" Jessy asked, suddenly nervous.
	"No, Jessy. God, no, it turns me on like you wouldn't believe."
	Jessy exhaled, relaxing into Danny's arms.
	"What about me?" Danny groaned and smiled, feeling the sticky,
slick wetness inside his own pants. "Look what you made me do."

	**

	She had fallen asleep on her knees, her ass raised, her cheek
resting on the grass outside the barn. She groaned. Her breathing
was fast and uneven. She groaned again and then panted. O! She
began to waken and groaned again as she felt something pushing
against her. Jesus! The two weights swung from her nipples like
pendulums.  She remembered now. Jessy had left them hanging from
her nipples!  She had been tied outside the barn for the fresh
air. Her mouth opened as the head of a cock pushed at and
stretched the lips of her sex. She was being mounted!
	The barnyard  was dark except for the spokes of moonlight
checkering the floor of the trees.  She wanted to stay and she
wanted to run. She wanted to open her knees and brace her arms. O
God, she wanted to. The feeling of the soft, warm cock-head
against her wet opening made her dizzy. She knew she would
orgasm. She knew. There was a sudden burst of collective laughter
from somewhere beyond the trees. There was a party somewhere. The
cock drew away, spooked. Brandy looked behind her. There was a
smaller male, tan colored. Had he gotten loose?
	There was the sound of footfall coming from the direction of the
party. She saw a slender figure appear through the trees. It was
Jessy's younger sister. The night was hot and she was only
wearing a thin cotton shift that barely covered her sex. The
shift cleaved to the V of her legs, highlighting the place where
her legs met and parted. They were smooth, slender and shapely.
She was in her bare feet. The stiff nipples of her aroused
breasts spiked the fabric of her shirt. Brandy could smell pot
and beer.
	The girl seemed to stumble as she walked, as if in a daze. A boy
appeared from the shadows of the trees behind her, one of Danny's
friends. He followed her, purposefully, intently, is though
waiting for her  to give up. Brandy was reminded of a predator
and his prey. The girl looked back at him, then leaned back her
head she walked and stumbled. The boy caught up, behind her,
taking her hair. She gasped. She saw him raise her shift where it
barely covered her small round buttocks, and he did something
that made her lift her ass toward him, arching, gasping with
surprise.
	She's too young! - Brandy thought. But she was riveted.
	The tan bull had never left her, skulking in the dark behind
her. She heard and she felt his presence again, approaching her
from behind. Her stomach tightened and she closed her legs. She
was leashed and the leash was fastened to a stake. What could she
do?
	The boy let go of the girl and the girl smiled furtively. She
tried to walk ahead of him, stumbling, her legs apart, one hand
on her belly, the other catching her as she almost fell to the
ground. The girl's mouth opened in an O of pleasure. She panted.
And Brandy knew, at that moment, the she was going to be fucked.
She herself felt the bull moving into place behind her, his hands
on either side of her waist, then by her hands. She gasped when
his cock moved against her sex, her belly taut again, waiting for
the penetration. It would be right, she somehow thought, for her
to be inseminated, at night, by a wayward male, having found her
staked in the yard. The bull thrust hard this time. Brandy gasped
but his cock slid downward between her closed thighs. He thought
he was inside her! He began thrusting, hard and quick and the top
of his cock was slid back and forth across her clit!
	Brandy gasped! She saw that the girl had finally managed to
stand again. She stumbled two or three steps more, as if to some
deep pleasure was bringing her to her knees. The boy caught her
again, pulled her head back and worked his other hand between her
legs. Her back arched and she let took in a high pitched breath.
Her nipples pressed like two hard gems against the flimsy fabric
of her shift.
	The boy let go and the girl fell to her knees, open wide, her
shift forced upward by her spread thighs. Her young sex was
visible. "I have to pee," she breathed.
	"Then pee," the boy answered. The boy knelt behind her and
reached between her thighs. The girl put her hands on her stomach
and groaned as he took hold of something, and pulled. She arched,
threw her head back and let out a stifled exhalation as a first
anal bead forced her open and burst out of her. "But you're...
you're gonna make me cum!" Then the next followed, and the next,
and her hips snapped like a taut string when each bead was pulled
out of her.
	"Oh fuck..." she gasped. "Stop! I can't stop it! It's coming
out!"
	Her belly twitching erratically and a stream of urine jetted
from between her legs.
	The boy pulled the least bead out of her body and she came. She
cried out. Her pee stopped and started with each spasm, spurting
out of her. Her smooth flat stomach arched against her shift and
her breasts strained. The boy pinched her nipple with his free
hand and she squealed, renewing the strength of her orgasm and
the spurts of pee she was helpless to stop.
	Finally she feel forward onto first one hand, then both. She
hung her head down, her auburn hair grazing the grass beneath
her. Brandy's own sex was tightening. The bull was still
thrusting between her thighs. Finally, yes, she could feel the
orgasm coming. It had been so long!
			She saw the boy stand up. Brandy gasped, she was going to cum!
She saw him unzip his pants and take out his cock, just like
every animal's cock, designed to deposit deep in the female's
belly. He ran his hand up and down its length as he gazed at the
girl's naked, heart-shaped butt, her sex flush and open, angling
upward between the divide of her legs. His cock arched heavily
upward from his pants. He kneeled behind her as if to finish her
off.
	Just a few more thrusts! Brandy gasped. She opened her legs only
to feel a sudden hot splash of semen streak her body, from the
divide of her legs, up her belly button, between her breasts and
up to her chin. More spurts spattered her flat stomach and
breasts as the bull continued to orgasm. Brandy groaned. No!
	The boy had taken a handful of the girl's hair, aimed, then
thrust forward hard, filling the passage to her unprotected belly
with the one thrust.  Jessy's younger sister gasped and moaned,
jolted forward by the thrust that went to her depth. She had been
penetrated. She was filled. If she closed her legs, her sex would
still have been stretched in an O around the boy who had mounted
her.
	And then Brandy saw that there was no difference in these two
and the copulation of the farm animals. The girl was being
inseminated no differently than any other livestock. Maybe she
was too young, but her body reacted like a woman's body, ready
for penetration. Brandy moaned as the bull left her. Her chin,
nipples and belly dripped with the semen meant for her pussy.
	The boy's thrusts increased in frequency. The girl's cries
quickly mounted to a fevered pitch of pleasure as he moved back
and forth inside her. Her narrow hips twisted around the cock
skewering them, her slender legs widened and her tits seemed to
swell under her shift. The girl grunted and was jolted by the
first contraction of her second orgasm, her body rewarding the
girl for her surrender. More contractions followed in a rapid
burst of jolts until her check fell to the ground.
	The boy seemed to slow,  enjoying the feel of his cock inside
her, reluctant to hurry. This was what he had fantasized about
the whole time she had been at the party. Her ass was in the air,
her legs open. His hands were on her hips as her shift slowly
slipped upward from the small of her back to her neck, and his
cock was inside her. He was fucking this girl. Her skin was
smooth and flawless, her curves highlighted by the moonlight. Her
beauty, in a way, being rewarded by the possession of the boy's
cock.
	The boy held himself tightly against her ass. She whimpered and
inhaled sharply. He threw his head back and cried out, emptying
himself, spurt after spurt, until the girl's proffered belly. He
stayed like that for for a minute, than another as his sex
spasmed inside her, depositing his lust. His head fell forward.
Then they both fell to their side, exhausted by their youthful
release. They lay like that for several minutes and then their
hips began to move again.
	The girl would be inseminated again.

	**
	
	That morning Jessy wore her overalls and wore nothing under
them. When she leaned forward, anyone could see her tits. She was
beautiful. And there was one person by whom she wanted to be
noticed. Danny. She wanted him to notice that she wasn't wearing
anything under her overalls. She wanted him to notice her breasts
and pink tits if she leaned over. She wanted him to notice her
hips and wonder if she was wearing anything over her pussy. She
felt young and strong. Just the feel of the rough jean overalls
against her skin, her sex and nipples, made her wet and made her
nipples hard.
	He saw because he was always looking at her.
	He was looking at her nipples when she cut the rope on a bail.
He was looking at her ass when she bent over. When he reached for
the opening under her arms, she smiled at him and pushed his hand
away. When they had fed all the animals, and as they were leaving
the barn, Danny pushed her against a post, held her hands above
her head by the wrists, and licked her neck, then kissed the
overalls where her nipples were hard and swollen beneath them.
	"Please," she shuddered.  "Wait."
	Danny pushed himself away, away from the naked girl. He wanted
to fuck her. He wanted to put her on her back. He wanted to see
her beautiful slender legs opened wide for 'him', and her
glistening pussy opening into her body - the soft warm place that
would massage him and force him to orgasm.. He imagined what it
would look like. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to be inside
her pumping his cum into her taut belly. He wanted her to know
what it felt like and 'he' wanted to know what 'she' would feel
like. He wanted to know what her expression would bewhen she came
with his cock inside her, what she would look like when she felt
his cum spurting into her, whether she would smile or cry out.
	But there was another feeling that made him step away. Love. He
was falling in love with her.
	
	**


	Jessy was beautiful.
	Her goat-girl expressions were the most beautiful Brandy could
imagine. She was radiant. Jessy knelt and reached under Brandy,
pulling each of her breasts forward to attach the nipple leash.
Brandy groaned, but she would do anything for Jessy. Anything.
She presented her breasts, offered them. She was freed from
stake. The semen from the night before had dried and crusted.
Danny smiled. "Looks like one of the bulls got loose last night."
	"Do you think?"
	"He tried," Danny finished her thought. "Too young."
	"Yeah but," Jessy persisted. "Maybe he got it in her too."
	"In her?" Danny asked in a teasing tone. "You mean, like, in
here?" He put his hand on Jessy's stomach.
	"I'm serious..."
	"Look at her pussy," Danny answered. "Does it look like she has
cum in her?"
	Jessy's stomach fluttered. Having a boy talk to her like this
was still new and made her nervous and excited.
	Danny adjusted himself.
	Jessy saw and was quiet a moment. They walked into the first of
the fields. "Would you..." she asked quietly and coyly.
	"Would I what?""
	"If I were staked..." Jessy's belly fluttered again. "If it were
the middle of the night, and I were leashed out in the yard.
Would you..."
	"Naked?" Danny asked, eyeing her.
	"Yeah..." Jessy answered quietly. "Yeah... like... I was
leashed."
	"On your hands and knees?" Danny asked, stopping.
	Jessy stopped too. "Yeah..."
	"Would I?"
	"Would you do it?" she half whispered, her hips moving as his
hands found them. Could he hear the delicious hot wetness between
her legs..
	Danny pulled Jessy against him and pushed his clothed cock
against her middle. "Would I fuck you?"
	"Would you put it in me?" she breathed, responding to his
pushes.
	"Fuck, Jessy," he kissed her hard.
	Jessy looked up at him after their kiss broke, her mouth open.
	He didn't answer the question and she didn't ask again. Both
were quiet, flushed, their young bodies aching for sexual
contact.

	**

	"Why do you think King hasn't tried yet?" Jessy finally asked.
	"His Sire was a fighter," Danny answered.
	That was all he said as they climbed the hill, up to the field
where Brandy had first wakened so many weeks ago. They went
through it, opened another gate, and then to the very top.  Every
pull and tug on Brandy's nipples made her sex burn. Her thighs
ran with the months without orgasm.
	The last field overlooked the barnyard and the further
fairgrounds. This was the field where the russet bull was kept,
alone with a dozen females, all in different stages of pregnancy.
The females paid no attention, continuing to eat the tender
shoots of grass and leaves, but the bull immediately approached,
wary, but curious.  Danny undid King's leash.
	Jessy undid Brandy's leash. She glanced at Danny, worried. He
waved her to his side and pulled her quickly toward a small
garden shed. Brandy was riveted by the russet bull approaching
her, proudly, but wary of King. She wanted to hide, or run, but
the sheer size of the bull froze her hands and legs. Jesus! The
russet bull approached her rear and smelled her swelling opening.
She couldn't hide it. On her hands and knees, she couldn't hide
the entry to her womb. The russet bull seemed to remember her and
Brandy could see that his cock was growing tumid, larger, until
it stretched to its full length, ready to penetrate her.
	"No!" she bleated.

	**	
	
	Jessy smiled at Danny and pushed him away. She turned, her back
to him. She reached to the nearest post for an old leather leash
and collar. Glancing back at him, she fastened the collar around
her neck. Her mouth opened as her breathing grew deeper, nervous
and eneven. Her expression changed as she glanced back at him.
Nervous. Expectant. Her hands crossed at the small of her back
where the leash dangled from the collar.
	Danny's heart raced. His cock ached.
	"Someday some boy's gonna' be managin' me like this," she said,
her voice shaking. "Me on my hands and knees and all and..." She
swallowed and tried to speak. She tried to speak again, her voice
shaking. "And I ain't... I ain't  gonna' fight him."
	Danny closed the distance between them. He took the leash, ran
his hand down the cracked leather, down to her wrists, and he
wrapped it loosely around her wrists. His own breath shook with
desire. Still behind her, he slipped his hands under the overalls
and took her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. He rolled
them and watched Jessy's reaction. Her breathing sped and she
tossed her head back, mouth open, pushing her breasts into his
hands. "Uh!" she grunted. He pinched hard, but she didn't move.
Had it been a test?
	Danny unbuttoned the straps and let the oversized overalls fall
to her feet. She was naked and beautiful. Her smooth skin and the
curved crease of her back inflamed Danny. Her body called to him
with a mysteriousness and finality he could not resist. He only
wanted to do one thing to her. He looked at her round and smooth
ass, the divide of it disappearing between her legs, to the
divide that would seat his cock. Then it was too much. He took
off his shirt and pants. Jessy watched all the while, her back to
him, and gasped when she saw his cock finally freed. She felt
female. She waited for him. The way he looked at her stunned her.
She would do anything for him.
	He pressed himself behind her and with one hand, pushed below
her stomach, forcing her to arch her back and present her sex.
She let out a long groan when she felt the head of his cock
between the line of her lips. He pulled back on her collar at the
same moment, pushing and pushing. She let out a high pitched gasp
as the lips of her sex gave way and closed around the head of his
cock.
	Just the tip of his naked cock felt so smooth and warm inside
her. She felt stretched and opened. Her eyes rolled upward as the
feel of a cock inside her body pushed the air out of her. She
moaned long and loudly as the huge cock pushed into her. It
belonged there. O God, yes, his cock belong inside her! She felt
pain as he pushed deep and pressed against a barrier.
	

	**

	The russet bull glanced at King, then turned to mount Brandy.
She felt his huge cock poke the back of her thigh as he loomed
over her. She felt the tip of him between her thighs. He was a
huge bull. He was no youngster. Brandy thought to close her
thighs but the size and strength of the bull frightened her. She
opened her thighs and presented, arching, offering him her belly.
She never felt so female with this huge bull mounting her.
	"Uh!"
	She groaned again and then panted. He was pushing!
	Her mouth opened in shock as the lips of her sex suddenly gave
way and slid around the ram of his cock. Her eyes rolled upward.
Sex. It had been too long! The feel of a cock inside her body
pushed the air out of her. She moaned long and loudly as the huge
cock pushed into her. It belonged there. O God, yes, his cock
belong inside her! She felt pain as he pushed deeper against a
barrier.


	**

	Danny slowly pulled out. The head of his cock felt cold with the
air and Jessy's wetness. Jessy exhaled, groaning. She was
panting, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her pussy still
open as she arched her ass toward him.
	Why wouldn't Danny take her?

	**

	She screamed. The bull had been knocked out of her! It was King!
No!
	At once, the two bulls crashed against each other, their horns
locking. They were fighting over her! She remained with her
elbows splayed, her head low, her knees wide, sex and ass
available to the victor. At first the russet bull, by sheer
weight and size, seemed to be driving King away.  The scars on
his back flushed red and his ribs showed with the strain of his
breathing.
	He was too small! She wanted to scream at Jessy to stop them.
	And yet the momentum seemed to shift. King, the younger smaller
bull, if only through sheer will, was driving the larger bull
back. She could smell blood and sweat. Their cock and balls swung
under them. She could hear bone smacking bone. The grass was
thrown up in divots. And then she heard the russet bull grunt and
shout with pain. He abruptly turned and shook his head. King
waited for the larger bull to return but he didn't. He skulked
off still shaking his head and rotating his shoulders.
	When he had gone far enough down the field, King turned and
walked toward Brandy. His gait had changed. He walked more
powerfully and more confidently. O God, Brandy thought, and she
would suck him and swallow him. She would lick his wounds. He had
saved her. He had saved her! She wanted to rush toward him, but
his gait hadn't changed. The way he looked at her stopped her.
And then Brandy's stomach fluttered. She lowered her head, she
spread her thighs, and lifted her sex.
	Yes, he had won her. She needed his inseminate inside her. This
bull was the one.  Please... she would have whispered.
	King's cock was huge. He wanted to claim his female. He would
user her belly. He walked behind her. He could smell the female's
desire. He planted his hands to either side of her and lifted his
cock until he felt the female's wetness against its tip.
	
	**

	"On your back," Danny half said, half groaned
	Jessy fell to her knees in that beautiful way that girl's move,
curving and arching, her hands tied behind her. She sat back on
her haunches, folded her knees under her, then rolled onto her
back.
	"Lift your knees and open your legs."
	She smiled hazily and opened her legs.
	"Do you like it when I talk to you like this?" Danny asked,
pumping his cock as he looked at her. She nodded, her eyes half
lidded. "Do you like it when I look at you like this?"
	"Yes," she breathed.
	Her pussy was wet and open, for him. He stared at it. He had
masturbated to centerfolds like this for more nights than he
could remember. And now, there was a real girl opening her legs
and pussy for 'him'. His cock arched upward against his belly and
she was looking at it. A girl was looking at 'his' cock, wanting
it. He almost came, almost. He quickly stopped touching himself.
His girlfriend was panting, pumping her sex at him, gazing up at
him.
	"Roll over," he said.
	She did.
	"Lift your ass."
	She did and he wanted to take her. There. Instead, he unwound
the leash from her wrists. She rose up onto her hands  and knees.
Quietly. Looking at him.
	He tugged on her leash and led her out of the garden shed and
into the field. She followed him, her young breasts swinging
under her.
	Jessy stopped.
	She arched her back and offered him her sex. "I'm not an
animal," she breathed.
	"You ain't no different," Danny knelt behind her.
	Jessy was facing the barnyard far below her and the fairground
in the distance. She was naked. She was wet. A boy was behind
her, his cock hard, and her sex was open!
	She inhaled sharply, her voice high as he pressed against her.
This was it. She panted. Even though she had felt the top of his
cock inside her, that first surprise as her lips finally gave,
closing around his head, would never leave her. She needed to be
taken! It was her turn, finally. He felt huge! He wasn't
stopping! He had always stopped! She groaned and he pulled on her
leash. Yes, she wanted to say, that's what you're supposed to do.
Her eyes widened as his length continued to sink impossibly
deeper into her belly. She mewled as the pressure grew painful.
	"Huh!" she gasped. "I can't!"
	"Let me see your face!" Danny groaned.
	She turned.
	He pushed hard and she bellowed, the full length of his cock
finally filling her belly. "O God, your beautiful," he groaned.
Her eyes were knitted in a kind of pain and pleasure. She would
never feel anything like that again. From this day on he would
sink into her without obstruction. The way to her womb was clear.
	
	**

	"Huh!" she wailed.
	King pushed into her, deeply between her legs. There was no
turning back. His fluids would soon be in her. Her taught belly
would become soft and grow with his inseminate. The shock, not
only of being touched after so long, but of the touch entering
her body,  left her unable to breath. Brandy's pussy clamped
around him, aching for just this, for the bull's cock. A part of
her wanted to flee, but another part was breathlessly aware of
his masculine smell, the smell of his balls and of his semen.  He
was there to mount  her. She was there to be mounted.  What she
had dreaded for so long was happening. She moaned loudly as he
drove the round ball of his cock deeper and deeper .
	He was so long! He could feel herself stretched into a wide O
around his girth.
	There was no subtlety. There was no tenderness. A painful
barrier quickly gave way inside her and a cock finally sunk into
the deepest part of her. She felt stretched. If she could have
touched the flat of her belly, she wondered if she would have
felt the length of his shaft bulging inside it. O, she felt the
round of his cock pressing at the one place inside her that it
needed to press.
	She remembered everything!
	Uh! - she grunted. Please!
	She heard and felt the bull's breathing on her back., the
hurried breath, the intense pleasure he must be feeling to
finally be fucking his mate. "Huh!" She cried when he thrust and
then he thrust again and again. She was lost. She spread her legs
and moaned loudly. After the days and weeks without sex or
orgasm, she arched her back and thrust her impaled sex back at
him. The orgasm! O God, the orgasm!  If it meant taking his cock
in her belly, letting him inseminate her belly again and again,
she would trade that. Just don't stop! She never knew what it
would feel like inside her, opening her belly, forcing her legs
apart. The first spasms were already building.
	She remembered Comus, the Fun House, everything!
	Danny was thrusting more and more quickly inside her! She wasn't
Brandy! She was Jessy! She could stand! She was human! She was
free! But she couldn't stand! O God, she couldn't. Her ass was
arched and Danny's cock was in her! It felt so good - warm, soft
and hard at the same time, so welcome, fitting her so perfectly.
She couldn't move! She had lived both lives at once. It all made
sense, She had been Brandy and she had been Jessy.
	Her building orgasm was sucking the breath out of her, an orgasm
relentlessly pushed into her belly. She had never felt an orgasm
like this before! She had no idea how her body would respond, but
nothing felt so natural. O god! She would do this again and
again. She would trade her belly for this pleasure. The muscles
of her body clamped down on the cock impaling her. She came. She
couldn't make a sound. The twitches were fast, staccato-like,
wracking her, squeezing the cock that felt like the center of her
being. Her tits burned. The small of her back was curved and
rigid. And she could cry out.  She screamed and screamed again.
She could breath. Finally. Release. And then she came again.
	Danny watched her in awe, hardly believing that it was him that
was doing this to her.
	And then Jessy felt something else, something she had only
imagined.  She felt a man twitching inside her, filling her belly
with semen. She had been mated. At last. She would bear this
bull's off-spring. It felt right. She belonged to him. He would
take her again before the night was over. He would mount her in
the morning, inseminating her yet again, and she would let him.
She would open her thighs for him. Her pussy would drip with his
cum, just like the pussy of every other female. The narrow
divide, from top to bottom, would be full of the white stuff. She
belonged right where she was. Cum was already dripping out of her
as his thrusts slowed, dripping onto the grass. She was filled
and slippery with his sticky fluid. It felt good, like it
belonged there. Yes, this is what nature had designed her body to
receive.
	Danny touched her lips and her cheek. They fell forward: she on
her belly, he on her back.
	She laughed. She tried to crawl forward but she felt his cock,
still hard, wet, slick with his own cum. So slick. He tugged on
her leash and she stopped. She spread her legs, offering him her
belly, and groaned when he entered her once more, firmly, easily,
deeply between her thighs.
	"Please..." she gasped softly. "I need it."
	
	
	
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	She was being watched!
	Jessy's cousin. She remembered. She had been smoking with
Danny's friends when Brandy had fallen asleep. Brandy's groans
had wakened her. She was leaning, hands backward, palms against
the stall's railings, watching her copulation. She was leaning
with her pelvis against the railing, her back arched, She was too
young! But what could she do? The balls were swinging from her
nipples, the bull's cock was gliding in and out of her. She
grunted with every thrust that bottomed in her belly, that was
preparing her body to take its seed. It felt good. It felt
beautiful.
	There was somebody else behind the girl - one of the boys. The
girl acted surprised when she felt him behind her, his pelvis
against her ass. "Don't move," he said. "Stick your ass out
again." The night was hot. She was wearing a thin cotton shift.
He had seen the cheeks of her ass and a hint of her pussy under
the hem when she arched and leaned against the fence.
	She didn't move. Her eyes grew wide and she let out a strangled
cry as she rose up on her toes, and boy's cock push up into her.
"Oh fuck yes!" moaned the boy, holding her tightly by the hips.
	Her hands moved wider as she braced herself.
	"Tell me you don't need to rut," the boy gasped. The girl
stifled a cry as he bottomed out. "I know I need to," he
muttered.
	His thrusts were methodical and deliberate. He only wanted one
thing when he saw the girl leaning on the fence, her ass arched.
And he took it. She reached behind her and gripped his ass,
pulling him into her.  "Are you on the pill?" he gasped.
	She nodded, quickly.
	The boy put his hands on the girl's, holding them on the fence.
His every thrust lifted her onto her toes. She was being fucked,
thoroughly, deeply; and she was cumming. She didn't make a sound.
Her slender hips convulsed. Her long hair fell in front of her
face as her head fell forward. The boy tried to stifle his own
shout as he finally came, in a girl.

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