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George Wolfe opens the door to his home, allowing his adopted son, Heffer to enter ahead of him. As they enter the house, the air is filled with the savory, juicy scent of cooking meat. George immediately sniffs at the air and sighs, his mouth watering and stomach growling.

"Ahh, you smell that?" George says, proudly slapping Heffer's back in a fatherly-manner, "That's the smell of fresh roadkill! Your mother is quite the cook."

"Oh, gosh," Virginia says, adjusting her glasses, her thick Canadian accent gliding past her maw, "I don't think I'm that good - ah, take a seat, dear and Heffer, you too!"

In no time, the entire Wolfe family--Heffer, his parents, his siblings Peter and Cindy, and even Hiram, his grandfather--were at the table eating and enjoying the delicious meat. Heffer looked down at his food, smiling and moving his meat around.

"Heffer, why aren't you eating your food, Honey?" Virginia asks, her tone soft and motherly, "Did I cook it a bit too long?"

"Ah... n-no, Ma... I... just a lot on my mind," Heffer replies, taking a forkful of the partnering potatoes, "Just... I dunno. Kinda wanna go back to Rocko's."

"Maybe after your dinner, Sweetheart," Virginia smiles.

The family dinner goes smoothly. Talking across the table and for once, no arguing, save a bit of angst between Cindy and Peter. It's rather pleasant, until George clears his throat, looking toward Heffer. The chatter slowly became a dull roar as Virginia noticed her husband analyzing her son. The tension is awkward, and she knows that something is on her mate's mind.

"Ah, well, dinner was lovely, wasn't it? Don't worry about cleaning your places, I'll take care of it, but Heffer, stay here for a minute, would you?" Virginia says kindly, standing from her place and picking up the plates from the table.

Peter rolls his eyes and approaches his sister as they leave, "Pfft... Heffer's in trouble."

"Totally... Dunno what he did, but Dad looked mad," Cindy replies, leaving with her brother and grandfather.

"What's up, Ma?" Heffer asks, a naive smile across his face.

"Don't 'what's up, Ma', me!" George scolds, slamming his paws down on the table, "Mind explaining exactly what you were doing at Rocko's house?"

Heffer immediately starts to blush, the images of his affairs flashing in his mind, playing like a sped-up movie that he can't pause. He starts to fidget with his fingers, looking away from his angry father's eyes. Crud, what do I tell 'em? I can't lie to my own parents!

"Ah... we were... um..." Heffer gulps as he begins to sweat nervously, "Just, uh... it wasn't... it was just..."

"Spit it out, boy!" George growls, "Tell me what you were doing with that piece of prey!"

"Now, Honey," Virginia says lovingly, wrapping her arms around George, "Let's not get too angry. Let him explain his side of the story, why don't'cha?"

"Th-thanks, Ma." Heffer sighs, soon taking a deeper breath and trying to calm himself down, "I... we were just... playing."

"Playing? You expect me to believe that? I saw everything!" George huffs in anger, looking his son dead in the eyes, "Tell me... the... truth."

Heffer's skin crawls as the spotlight is put on him, making him blush and shake in embarrassment. I gotta say it. I have to tell them... if Pop saw it all, there's no point in lying anyway. Heffer gulps, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat. Squeezing his eyes shut, he opens his mouth.

"We... he and I... R-Rocko and I... had... s-sex." Heffer stammers.

"You... what?" Virginia gasps quietly, briefly grinding her teeth and squinting her eye.

"I... had sex with Rocko. No... I made love to Rocko, okay?!" Heffer bellows in fear and anxiety, crossing his arms and slouching in the dining chair.

"See?! What did I tell ya? You owe me twenty bucks," George smirks, looking to his wife.

"Ah, shucks," Virginia shakes her head, digging through her pockets, "A bet is a bet after all, 'ere ya go," she says, plopping a twenty in her husband's paw.

"W-what? What the... what the heck is going on?!" Heffer exclaims.

Virginia smiles, "Well, your father and I decided to wager a bit of a bet. Cleaning your room one day, I came across one of your little diaries and..."

"Journal, Ma!" Heffer pouts.

"I came across one of your journals, and well, I couldn't help but see the page it was open to, expressing how much you care for Rocko and... well, I had a bit of a feeling maybe it'd never happen. I guess I underestimated my growing boy!"

"You mean you aren't mad?" Heffer asks, uncrossing his arms, feeling a bit more relaxed, "I mean, you're not gonna throw me outta the pack?"

"No, of course not, you loon!" George laughs, giving Heffer yet another fatherly slap on the back, in a chummy sort of manner, "Just means you're growin' up and finding yourself! With that, though, comes a little bit of an initiation. You see... I'm the pack leader of this household. The Wolfe family is mine, you know."

"Yeah... uh-huh," Heffer smiles.

"And... well, now that you've reached that age," Virginia adds, "We're gonna haf'ta put you in your place so you don't run around, mating everything you see!"

"Run around... mating... what exactly is the initiation?" Heffer asks, looking to his mother, whose stature is relaxed, but her eyes read something else. Behind those large-framed glasses, her eyes told Heffer that something rather exciting was about to begin.

"Meet me in the living room when Dad and your siblings have gone to bed, Champ. You're in for one heck'uva night." George nods in approval at his adopted son, strolling past him, leaving him along with his mother.

"Ya'know, Heffer, it's not too late to back out of this growing up thing... I hate to lose my special little boy." Virginia takes off her specks to dab at her now-beady, tearful eyes, "Only yesterday you were a little chubby calf."

"Chubby?"

"A little, tiny cow without a care in the world..."

"Ah... s-steer."

"A fat, helpless, big-bootied, fat-bellied..."

"I get it... Ma," Heffer smiles, reaching out to hug his mother, "I'm gonna always be your little boy. Kay? Promise."

"My great-big, chubby little boy," Virginia sniffles, cuddling her grown son. "Now then... I've got some things to do. Why not go rest and I'll fetch your after-dinner snacks, Dear."

"Alright!" Heffer says, excitedly like a young child on Christmas morning.

Heffer plops down before the television with a bowl of snacks rested on his rotund, soft belly. The bowl rocks slowly as he breathes, his stomach rising and falling. The smile painted across his face is that of bliss and comfort... as well as memory. He remembers how Rocko felt around his shaft. The small, tight wallaby felt amazing, like a snug glove made of hot memory foam. Just thinking about it is enough to make him feel butterflies in his stomach. He remembered Rocko's moans of bliss and euphoria, begging Heffer to fuck him. The memory is cut short when the television's channel changes. Heffer had accidentally pressed the remote button with his elbow.

The T.V. shows a nature documentary about more feral wolves, ones a bit different from his own family. Watching intently, Heffer could see a very close resemblance. The only difference between his parents and the wolves on T.V. were that the Wolfes stood upright, like average people, wearing clothes and speaking English. The wolves on T.V. acted a bit more like Spunky, Rocko's dog, only feral and wild.

"The timber wolves proceed with their annual dominance routine. As the young male pup reaches adulthood and can begin to mate, the alpha male of the pack sees this as a threat. The alpha male and the young adult male will challenge each other, and should the young wolf win, he may become leader of the pack, but if he is defeated by the alpha, he must either submit in defeat or leave the pack altogether. Isn't nature lovely?" The narration of the documentary is followed by an image of the wolves fighting, scrapping and even occasionally humping each other. "The usual mating position displayed is not one of a sexual nature, but rather a display of dominance!"

"Dominance, huh? Wait a minute..." Heffer takes a moment to think. His father mentioned a special initiation, something about running around and mating. "Dad's gonna try to hump me into submission?!"

"Not exactly," George says, entering the room with his wife, startling Heffer into dropping his snacks on the floor, "but we _are_gonna have to duke it out. If you can take on your old man," George says with a smirk, punching his right fist into his left hand, "then you can consider yourself... a man."

"A-and... if I lose?" Heffer gulps.

"Well... then you're not a man yet... and you can't go around fucking wallabies, or anyone for that matter!" George rolls his eyes, "I'm the only one who gets to mate. I'm the alpha male, see?" George grabs the remote control and turns the volume up on the T.V.

The narrator of the documentary chimes, "This ritual often occurs due to dominance. In a pack, normally the alpha male is the only male who can mate within his pack, so another male being able to take his supply away is often seen as a huge threat!"

"Oh. I guess you can take advice from a T.V. show," Heffer says, looking to his father, "but I'm not gonna try to take Mom away from you if that's what you mean!"

"I can't risk it, Son. Come on now. Stand up and show me what you've got!"

Virginia sits on the couch as it's moved against the wall away from the television area, watching as her husband and son clear the rest of the furniture. Heffer displays an expression of nothing but worry and his mother can only watch idly by while the males of the family work out their differences the way nature intended. The most she can do is pray that her son won't be exiled or disowned should he lose against his father.

George and Heffer stand across from each other, George with his grin of foreseen victory and Heffer with his worry, fear dripping off of him like gravy on a ham, or in this case, a steer. George makes the first move, stalking slowly to Heffer's left, making him begin to go right.

"Now, son... just because I'm your old man doesn't mean you can't give it all ya got. Heh... like you did for Rocko," George sneers, tauntingly.

"L-like I did for... Rocko..." Heffer's worry melts away as his thoughts begin to wander. He begins to re-imagine the feel of Rocko's body pressed against his and the warmth the lifelong friends have shared. That friendship was only made more solid just a few hours ago, but already the idea of a new encounter plays in the distracted steer's mind.

He begins to imagine, in detail, what would happen if he were to go back to Rocko's house. It wouldn't be the usual drop-by-and-eat-his-food, but rather a steamy greeting. Heffer closes his eyes as he imagines reaching out for Rocko's member, almost feeling it in his hands as he strokes. He would then notice his own erection getting rather impatient as precum falls slowly onto the wallaby's carpeting, only to be scolded a bit for making such a mess on a freshly-cleaned carpet.

"Heff... I just vacuumed up after last time! Crikey, couldn't you at least use the bathroom?" Rocko would say, only to be interrupted by a rather aroused steer by having a stiff, pulsating shaft stuffed into his mouth. Succumbing to the flavor, the warmth, and overall dominance, Rocko's small, frail stature knows better than to try and resist something that he actually desires quite a bit.

"There ya go, Rock," Heffer would say, "I know how much you like it. I guess you can consider this payback for all the food money I owe ya! Ooh, right there... you're really good at this, buddy!"

Rocko would probably look up at his large friend, his mouth full, unable to speak, unable to stop sucking for a measly second to say something about how ridiculous it is to be doing it in a room full of windows. Rather than complaining, Rocko would only try to please Heffer, attempting to take the cock deeper into his throat, would it not be for his rather long nose, it'd have been no problem. Instead, Rocko would manage by dragging his hot, wet tongue up and down the steer's shaft, moaning and breathing rather hard.

"Heffer..." his Australian accent would ring, "I can't take it anymore... I can't... I need it inside me again. My dick's so hard and... masturbating just doesn't cut it. I... ah, blimey... just... get inside me! Please!"

Hearing Rocko beg would be pretty hot, Heffer thinks to himself as he closes his eyes and bites his lip. In almost no time at all, he can feel the tip of his cock entering Rocko's tight, sultry asshole as it pulsates around his shaft, slowly sinking inward, inch by inch. Moans would fill the room as Heffer slowly begins to thrust, grabbing Rocko by the hips rather tightly, allowing him to thrust even harder.

"Aagh, Heffer... H-Heffer!"

"Heffer!"

"W-wha?"

"Heffer! Y-you won, alright?!" George scolds as his oblivious son pins him to the ground, his trousers strewn across the floor, holding his cock in his hands as the tip is pressed firmly against his father's asshole. George's clothes are strewn as well, indicating that maybe Heffer had a small blackout, lost in his overly-aroused thoughts.

"I... I can't... stop..." Heffer groans, looking at his terrified, yet slightly impressed mother who watches in shock and awe as Heffer continues to push himself further into the alpha male's hole.

"H-Heffer! T-take it out! It's too... big!" George grunts beneath Heffer, clawing at the carpet and trying to escape. As he shimmies and squirms to try and get away, he can't help but feel his groin pressing rather harshly against the ground. You gotta be kidding me... you have just got... to be kidding me! "Virginia, don't just sit there and stare!"

Virginia can't believe her eyes, or her mind as she watches a large steer mount her defeated husband. Oh my gosh... I've never seen anything like it! All this erotic behavior... I never thought I would be so turned on by my own son! Though... I guess he's not technically related. She gulps, feeling herself get warmer as she watches Heffer enter a frenzy, thrusting in and out of his father's asshole. She can't help herself; Virginia gently slips a paw down her britches, feeling for her vulva and spreading her folds, wasting no time in looking for her clitoris.

Her pussy is soft and warm, and as she slips her finger inside to rub herself firmly, she feels just how wet she is. George can't believe it; his wife is sitting there watching, masturbating to him being dominated by their own adopted son - the more idiotic of the children, at that.

"For God's sake, Virginia! Get over here and help me!" George demands.

"Mmgh! Mmoooo!" Heffer groans as he shuts his eyes, slamming harder into his father's ass, "R-Rocko! Y-yes, Rocko!" he fantasizes.

"Oh, r-right, of course, Dear!" Virginia says, removing her hand from her pants and approaching her husband and Heffer. Rather than pulling Heffer away from him, Virginia stands before George, grinning down at him, "Though you know, Dear... it's always about what you want these days, isn't it?", she adds as her grin briefly shifts to her trademark grinding before reverting back.

"V-Virginia!" George says, his eyes watering as he groans in pain, "P-please..."

"And after all, by the looks-a things, you're not the alpha male anymore, are ya?"

"Aagh! Nngh--w-what...do you mean?!" George grunts, gasping as Heffer's cock gapes his asshole. He can feel the steer's cock jabbing him from the inside; part of him felt humiliated, disgusted, and repulsed, and yet another part of him felt as though he somewhat wanted this to happen. To keep a good front, he growls in anger as his wife removes her trousers, kicking them away and sitting before him, spreading her pussy open.

"I think it's about time you did something for me, don'tcha think, Dear?" Virginia grins, placing a paw behind George's head and pushing his face down into her slit. Already, she feels herself get wetter, "G-go ahead, Dear, have a taste - you know where it's been, after all."

Her estrus... agh, and this... feeling! I can't hold back. They'd better not mention this...ever! George releases a feral whine, grunting as Heffer thrusts harder, panting and sweating. He pulls George's hips toward himself in order to thrust deeper, his large balls banging violently against his father's. All the while, George is forced, though willing, to lick his wife's pussy, slipping his tongue inside her warm slit and tasting her juices, lapping between gasps and pants.

Heffer pushes George's muzzle into his mother's pussy a bit harder as his thrusting slows, but remains rather hard. He can't get the image of Rocko out of his mind. I could have given him one more go. I... I need to feel him. His ass is so tight and... I... want to watch him drink everything I've got! Agh, Rocko... oh, Rocko! Heffer begins to snort and breathe harder from his nostrils; a rumbling sounds in his throat as he begins to release a loud, harsh bellow, mooing loudly in ecstasy as he fills George's ass with cum. Despite George's muffled groans and squirms of attempted escapes, Heffer keeps a rather tight grip, thrusting away. One load isn't enough! I want to cum... I... need to cum!

George licks at his wife's pussy a bit faster, licking over her swollen clit, feeling his cock swelling beneath him. He begins to instinctively thrust, feeling his cock grind against the carpet. Virginia moans in euphoric bliss, parting her legs as far as she can, beginning to pant as her heart slams against her ribcage.

"Oh, George... aagh, yes... I haven't felt this good since our honeymoon!" she praises, "Aagh, yeah... right there, Dear... right on my cl-clit...ooh!" Virginia lifts her hips toward her husband's muzzle, groaning in pleasure as she pants, feeling waves of pleasure rush through her body. Her clit throbs under George's tongue as her juices flow a bit more heavily. Virginia leans her head back and moans, "Aagh, Heffer, your father is so good at eating pussy... I can't believe it took you dominating him to get him to do it! Oh, God... Mmmmgh!"

She's about to cum... I can feel her pussy throbbing around my tongue! George groans in pleasure as his cock throbs beneath him. His ass gapes a bit more, inviting Heffer's cum-coated cock inside with much more ease. Reaching beneath himself, George grips his cock and strokes firmly. The taste of his wife's pussy plus the hard, steady thrusting in his ass arouses him; the pain and strain by Heffer's repetitive slamming into his asshole turns to pleasure as he moans deeply in Virginia's slit. His chin dampens with his wife's juices as he laps hard, stroking faster and licking deeper, groaning in hunger.

Heffer slams himself harder and harder, feeling a second orgasm coming. The images of Rocko's tight asshole in his mind and remembering how snug and sexy the small wallaby felt on his cock force him to further lose track of his surroundings. He picks up the pace, groaning and breathing harder, applying more of his weight onto his father's frame.

"Aagh, y-yes! R-Rocko... agh, Rocko!" Heffer moans, squeezing his eyes tightly as he feels his cock get swallowed. He imagines Rocko's sensual moans in his sexy Aussie accent, begging Heffer to thrust harder. He slams his hips against his father's ass as hard as he can, sweating and grunting madly. He can feel another stirring in his throat; the urge to bellow creeps over his tongue, and again, he calls out wildly, feeling his cock throb as he starts to cum.

"Agh... y-yes! I'm... I'm cum-mgh..m-moo! Mmmoo-oo-oo-oo!" Heffer's cum flows, yet again, into George's tailhole, flowing over the rim of his ass and dripping to the carpet below. He falls onto his rear and pants, catching his breath as he strokes his cock slowly, panting harder and thrusting into his own fist.

"Mm-mmgh!" George groans, stroking himself faster as he feels his wife's pussy squeeze around his tongue. From the pace of her breathing, he can tell she's going to cum. Licking as quickly and as deeply as he can, he breathes harder when he feels Heffer's cum ooze slowly over his fist, allowing his cock to become more lubricated. The warmth of the steer's seed stimulates him further, making it much harder to hold back.

Aagh, yes... yes, I'm gonna cum! Her pussy is so good... s-so good! Heffer was fucking me... and... it actually felt... amazing! I'm not even angry! Though, I should probably act like I am. I'm his father after all! What would the rest of the family think?! "Mm-mm-hmmgh!" George groans, his muzzle full of Virginia's pussy.

"Oh, George," Virginia moans, "You're about to cum, too? Agh... d-do it with me! Y-yes!" Virginia moans, leaning her head back and groping her own left breast, sensually massaging over her hard, sensitive nipple, "Oh, God... Oh, God, I'm... gonna cum... if you keep... d-doing...aa-aagh!" Virginia moans, releasing a loud, passionate howl into the hot air, cumming hard over her husband's maw and dampening the carpet. Just as well, George strokes one final time before coming to orgasm, spraying his seed below himself, getting his cum on his belly and the carpet.

Lifting himself away from Virginia's entrance, he looks at his wife almost shyly, his maw dampened with her juices. His asshole is gaped, pumping gobs of cum out onto the carpet; George is lightheaded and unsure what to do or say. Virginia breaks the ice by leaning over to kiss him.

"That was lovely, Darling. Huh, but... what about Heffer over there?" Virginia asks. George looks behind himself to see Heffer shooting one last load into the air, only for it to land on his large bovine stomach.

"Go on to bed, Dear... I'll take care of this," George says, helping his wife stand. As she leaves the living room, George approaches his adopted bovine son. "Heffer... technically speaking... this makes you the alpha now."

"Nah... I'm good," Heffer says, resting against the sofa behind him, "I get it, Dad. You gotta be number one, you know?"

"You really don't mind? Though, uh... we won't talk about this to anyone, right?"

"Sure, Pop," Heffer says, closing his eyes, "You got it. I won't tell anyone."

"Nobody at all. If anyone asks... I won this, got it?"

"Sure. But... I actually did. So, what's in it for me?" Heffer smirks, wiping the cum off his hand and onto the carpet.

"I won't tell anyone about Rocko," George offers.

"And?"

"And what?" George scoffs, crossing his arms.

Heffer holds out his hand to be shaken, "And... I get to dominate you once a week, at the very least."

"Are you crazy!?" George hollers, "No son of mine is going to..."

"I'm just kidding, Pop," Heffer grins, "Of course we have a deal. Put'er there."

George smiles, taking his son's hand and sealing the deal with a shake, "That's my boy. Now... help me clean this mess up, or else the old man will have a cow."

"Ugh, steer!"

"Whatever."