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The farmer was used to the sound of the cock crowing waking him before the sun had actually managed to make its way above the horizon. The peak of color that spilled into his bedroom played a gentle red across his wife's face. She was still fast asleep, and her peaceful expression was too gentle for him to disturb. Soon enough, the cock would crow again, and she would wake to start her day's chores. When living on a farm, the work was never done.

He spilled from the bed silently, pulling on his overalls and not bothering with a shirt -- the sun would soon be blazing down, and he would be pleased with the lack of clothing on. Not to mention, it wouldn't do a thing for him to soil a shirt, just so that his wife would have to clean it later on that day. She washed everything by hand, with some assistance from the animals, of course, and she wouldn't appreciate more being put on the load.

Instead, he enjoyed the feel of the jean fabric against his bare chest and he pulled on his boots before silently slipping out of the bedroom. He took a moment to grab the lunch that his wife had made him the night before, and a glass of juice, and then headed out of the farmhouse where they lived. The only delay he had was moving the lazy tomcat from in front of the doorway, where the creature was shamelessly stretched out and making sure to take up entirely too much space.

The walk to the fields wasn't a long one -- they started just a few dozen yards from the back of the house. He had a lot of work ahead of him; the seasons had only just started, and he needed to plow the field to make sure that it was ready for the new crops. The untilled land spread out in front of him, a plethora of possibility, but he veered away from it and made his way instead towards the barn.

After all, it wasn't as though he was going to take on the whole endeavor by himself. He needed some help for that.

The barn wasn't far from the fields, and as soon as he came to the door, he heard the whinnying sound of the Stallion that he was going to hitch to his plow. It always was an eager creature, and knew the sound of his footsteps just as much as it knew what its job was.

He swung the barn door wide open, and he was met with the pleased and affectionate arms of the anthropomorphic stallion immediately. Her large breasts pressed against his chest, hugging him close and squishing him into their soft warmth. Her cock was already half erect from the excitement of the morning, and the farmer took a moment to stroke his fingers through her thick, black mane. The hermaphrodite was probably the favorite creature that he'd ever had, and the farmer certainly enjoyed spending time with her more than any of the other beasts that they'd purchased through the years.

"You ready to start this morning, Bell?" Her rich brown eyes widened in delight and the stallion nodded quickly.

"I've been waiting for you!" Her voice was rich and melodic, but deep enough to remind you that she still had the build of the stallion that she was. With a soft smile, the farmer grabbed her harness from the wall and stepped forward to put it on her -- she'd been nude before that, hanging in her stall without a stitch on. Now, he looped the red leather across her frame; she slid her thighs in and wriggled her body upward and along the material. It did nothing to hide her ass or cunt and cock, but instead accented the puff of her lips and the now at full attention of her erection. The harness continued upward, sliding up her lean torso and looping her chest so that her breasts were still in clear view. It tied off behind her shoulders, leaving her dark black fur sleek and shining and accenting the red leather that now encased her body. There were loops on the back of the harness, and as they made their way from the barn and out to the field, he attached the plow's straps to those metal rings and gave a small, clicking sound.

"Let's go then, girl."

Bell seemed all too pleased to comply. Her legs flexed, the muscles there standing out and showing her strength as she got into position and started to move. The plow was a heavy thing, made of metal and weighty... but after it started gliding in the dirt, Bell moved as though there was hardly anything behind her at all. It was clear that she'd been born for this, and her tail flickered in delight swishing back and forth over her plump rear as she pulled the plow along to the end of the field before she and the farmer reset and started all over again.

Of course, as soon as she started working, she couldn't help but give a little bit of a tease to the man behind her. She had such affection for him, and Bell knew that his vision would be filled with her full ass and the way that her hips swayed back and forth. She made sure to flicker her tail up into the air so that the sunlight that was now spilling full over the horizon would catch the tight pucker of her asshole. She could hear a low grunt from behind her, acknowledgment from the farmer for what he was being shown, and she couldn't help but show him even further, really bending into her harness so that the light caught the glisten of her pussy and the fact that she was already wet for him, already willing to help him in any way that he deemed fit. Even though he didn't make a noise this time, she could almost feel his eyes trained on her. She could feel the way that his attention was focused to a sharp point, and she loved it. Bell made sure to work her body harder than ever, and she made sure to bend in so that she farmer was teased with a view of her pretty little pussy at any chance that she got.

The sun was coming up by the time that they'd finished half of the field, and both Bell and the farmer were in need of a break from the beating of the sun and the hard work of pulling and pushing the plow. He pulled the lunch that his wife had made him out, sharing the apple with the stallion who was laying in the grass beside him. Occasionally, Bell would flicker her gaze to her master when she was sure that he wasn't looking, her sidelong glance all for how much food he had left, and all for how much longer it would take him to eat. She couldn't be certain, but she had a good feeling that all of her teasings earlier was going to get her rewarded... she was fairly certain that the farmer had built up more than simply one type of appetite. But she wouldn't say anything -- she wouldn't ask.

She would simply wait.

For a while, they ate in silence and simply enjoyed the feeling of their muscles burning and the knowledge that they were getting some hard work done and out of the way early. It had gone even smoother than the farmer had anticipated, and he knew that he was going to have more of the evening free than he'd originally thought -- his body was an aching burn, and he knew that all of it wasn't simply muscle fatigue. The stallion had been teasing him with glimpses of her ass and pussy the entire time that she'd been working in the morning; he was fairly certain that she was doing it on purpose, though he couldn't be mad at her for it. After all, a good view always made the work go by faster... but the fact that the images had been burning in his mind all morning had his entire frame pulsing with an unmet need; he hadn't fucked his wife before he'd gotten out of bed.

He hadn't gotten off at all, and now he was filled with visions of the horses swaying ass and the way that her pussy lips had glistened with needy moisture -- the farmer knew that she wanted to be fucked just as much as he wanted to fuck her.

With that in mind, his eyes slid to the side, eyeing the stallion beside him. She lay on her stomach, with her plump ass in the air and her cunt in plain view. He knew that her erection was trapped between her frame and the ground... but it wasn't her cock that he was interested in.

He unclipped the fastens on his overalls easily and let the jean fabric fall to the ground -- his body was lean and well muscled, proof that he labored hard and long hours on the farm to make sure that everything was in order... and as he approached the stallion, the only indication that she gave to the fact that she noticed what he was doing was a flicker of her tail, and the fact that her ass scooted just a bit higher into the air.

This wasn't something new -- it had happened many times before when the work had been accomplished early and they were simply left in the field to do whatever they wanted.

Part of the benefit of having a farm full of anthropomorphic creatures was the fact that you could do whatever you wanted. They were bred for that purpose, bred to please and pleasure, and there was nothing that they liked to do more. The stallion was no different -- they'd had her for over a year, and she made sure to swish her tail in the air and show off her ass whenever she got the chance.

He came behind her and put his hands on her hips, dragging her body upward so that he actually heard the heavy thunk of her cock hitting against the ground. Still, he didn't concern himself with that large, pulsating member. Instead, he pulled her until her pussy was wet and glimmering in the afternoon sun, and he edged his hips forward until the head of his own erect member played against that slickened chasm. She let out a low whinny, turning her head so that she could look at him with her liquid brown eyes, and so that her ears could flicker back and forth in the anticipation of the pleasure that was about to be visited upon her.

"That's a good girl." The farmer's voice was deep and throaty, and he didn't hesitate before thrusting inside of her in a quick motion that left both of them crying out from the sensation of it. She was hot and tight, even though he'd fucked hundreds of times, and even though she fucked the other animals on the farm in her spare time. It was simply how her body was -- maybe the fact that she did such hard work and kept herself in such good shape... whatever it was, sinking his prick into her warm depths felt just as good this time as it had the first, and her hips automatically bucked upward, her hoofed lower legs gaining as much traction as they could so that she rocked her body back against his.

"That's right," he groaned the words out, flexing his hips back so that he spilled out all but the tip of his prick from her entrance. Just as quickly, he thrust back in again, and she let out another cry of pleasure. Her hand spilled down the length of her body, squeezing her breast first before dipping to the cock that pulsed against the ground. She grabbed that equine length and started to pump it in tandem with the sensation of his hips rocking and working in and out of her cunt. It was such a perfect and overwhelming sensation of pleasure that she could hardly contain the cries that continued to spill and shout through the air, punctuating the fact that they'd clearly got their work done and now it was time for play. She knew that if the farmer's wife was out and about, she would hear the noise and know that the farmer would soon be returning home from his work in the field.

But that didn't matter at the moment -- all that mattered was the glorious sensation of the thickness of his prick stroking the inside of her cunt, and the feel of his balls slapping forward with such strength that they lightly tapped on her clit and brought her ever closer to orgasm. He grabbed hold of the metal clasps on her harness like handholds, proof that there had been a dual purpose to the getup, to begin with -- it gave him leverage to pound harder, until her body was rocking forward with each powerful thrust of his hips, until she could hardly hold herself up with one hand; she couldn't let go of her prick though. The flared tip was weeping with precum, letting her know that it needed her attention desperately.

The stallion rocked her body back against the farmer again and again, and his hand came to slap on her ass once hard and fast, an indication that he wanted something from her. She was gasping and whimpering beneath him, but she turned her head obediently, her eyes wide, her nostrils flared with how quick her chest was rising and falling.

"Flip over, Bell. I want to watch you." And he grabbed her by the harness as soon as she had started, forcing her over faster than she was going. Instantly, he pulled her hoofed legs up over his shoulders, and his fingers slicked between her legs for a moment. He found that wetness and smeared it downward, to the pucker of her asshole -- she let out one more gasping whimper of pleasure at the sensation of two digits diving into that ring of muscle, and then he replaced the lengths with his cock, and she screamed pleasure as her cock burst liquid desire that spattered up along her full, bouncing breasts.

The sensation of her cunt squeezing tight was nearly enough to push the farmer over the edge -- he groaned out, and continued to thrust into her, though her body was squeezing and trembling around him, and though he could hardly manage to drag his cock from the tight pull of her pussy. His large, calloused hands came forward to grab and knead at the stallion's breasts until the equine came again on the heels of her first orgasm, her body arching upward and a scream pouring full and throaty from her mouth.

It was only then that he let himself cum -- it was a hot burst of liquid pleasure that came out in thick ropes. He jerked quickly from her pussy and raised his prick up; she knew what he wanted, and her mouth lolled open so that he could thrust his prick between her lips.

After all, she deserved a good lunch, too. His cum flew from his tip and filled her mouth, hot and fresh off of the tip of his head. She drank it down greedily, enjoying the salty tang of it, her hands coming to his hips to draw him close so that she could suck his entire length down her throat to make sure that she didn't miss a drop. The stallion sucked hungrily as the farmer fucked her face, his hips rocking and rolling until he spilled the very last droplet of his orgasm against her tongue. Only then did he let his fingers fall from the tangle of her mane... and only then did she fall back against the soft grass again, her breath coming in hard gasps and her entire body tingling and trilling with the pleasure that had been delivered to her. Her stomach sloshed in sweet fullness, and she smiled lovingly up at her master as he stepped back to get his overalls back on.

The day's work wasn't over yet.

---

The farmer's daughter only had chores on weekdays; she was allowed to sleep in at her own leisure on the weekends. It was a Saturday, and she was snuggled in bed with her pet rabbit, pleased with the fact that everything was warm and snuggling... and pleased with the fact that she didn't have to get up when the cock started crowing to start feeding the animals.

Usually, it was her job to feed the sheep and the cows, while her mother busied herself with milking and cleaning. Her parents were pretty cool though; on weekends, she didn't have to get up early for school, so they let her sleep in, as long as she'd kept up with her work and her grades for the week. It was a reward system that had her prompt at work, that kept her grades up at school... and kept her happier than the other farm kids that she knew who was waking up at the ass crack of dawn every single day to get to their chores.

She'd much rather spend the morning in bed, snuggling with her rabbit June.

She could tell, though, that June had woken up with the crowing of the rooster, because her tail was flickering back and forth, her body anxious and eager to get started for the day. If she'd picked the border collie that lived on the farm to be her personal pet, the dog probably would have been bounding up and around the room already. If she'd picked the lazy tomcat, he probably would have never gotten out of bed until he wanted anything. As it was, she was happy with her selection for her own, personal little cuddle buddy.

The rabbit was a slender creature, with a narrow waist and breasts that were only a small handful. What was impressive about the bunny was the fact that its cock was still long and thick... and usually always ready and willing to please, whenever the need arose.

It really was true what they said about rabbits. They liked to fuck all the time.

Just thinking about that hard length was enough to make the farmer's daughter let out a small sigh of pleasure, which made June instantly flip her frame around so that she could cuddle against her. The cock in question was throbbingly hard to the pulse of the rabbit's heart, beating its length against her leg until the daughter could hardly handle herself.

Maybe sleeping in wasn't that important after all.

Her hand stretched down between their bodies, and her slender fingers wrapped greedily around that prick, giving it a few quick pumps to make sure that the rabbit was aware of exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. June nearly vibrated with excitement against her, her hips already flexing hard and fast, her entire body trembling with what she wanted.

Bunnies were good farm animals, but they weren't really useful for many things other than fucking when it came down to it. Her long ears were twitching back and forth, and the button of her nose was wriggling and writhing until her wide blue eyes started to dilate from the need that was pulsing through her body.

There was something satisfying about it for the farmer's daughter. One of her favorite things about living here was the fact that, after she was done with her chores, any and all of the farm animals were there for her to fuck and there to pleasure her. Sometimes, she didn't even bother with getting them off, she just spread her legs wide and let them eat her out until she came over and over until she could hardly walk.

As long as she finished her chores and kept her grades up, there was no limit to the fun that she could have.

Beneath the titillation of her hand, though, June was about ready to fly apart... and she always made sure that her own, personal rabbit was just as pleased as she was... she secretly thought that it helped to assure the fact that the rabbit always gave its best performance.

She was glad that she slept in the nude, because there was no reason to worry about taking off her clothes or anything like that. Instead, she simply rolled over, taking her hand away from the rabbit's cock and laying flat on her back with her legs spread wide. She didn't have to say anything -- June knew exactly what the motion meant. The rabbit was up and moving before she could so much as catch her breath; that trembling, pulsing cock slid inside of her without any preamble or worry, and the farmer's daughter let out a low groan of pleasure instantly.

Her favorite thing about rabbits was the fact that they didn't worry about making a big show of things -- they didn't worry about anything but fucking and cumming... and sometimes, in the morning when she first woke up, what she really wanted was a quick, hard fuck.

June never disappointed.

The rabbit's hips began to work instantly, and June fucked her with such vigor that her ears, a sweet, light brown color, started to flop back and forth with the motion of her hips. It was almost a cute sight, but the farmer's daughter wasn't looking. Her eyes were shut tight, her fingers grabbing the sheets beneath her from the sweet sensation of being railed so hard after she'd just woken up. She could hardly catch her breath, and she could hardly stop the whimpering moans that poured and pooled from the depths of her chest; thankfully, her mother would already be getting up and getting out of the house soon. She wouldn't really have to worry about waking her with any shouts of pleasure that poured through her body, or any of the whimpering, whining moans that were slowly building up in her chest with each thick, fast thrust that the rabbit delivered.

"Yes, yes..." June's voice was soft and sweet, though it was a purr of pleasure as the rabbit gripped the headboard for better leverage and continued to fuck it's master's cunt as though it was the last chance that it would ever get to procreate. Her hips worked and rocked, and the fur directly beneath her cock began to glisten from the sweet liquids that spilled from her small little cunt. The anthropomorphic rabbit rarely used her pussy with the farmer's daughter, but it didn't stop it from pulsing and pounding with need and pleasure as she continued to rail and fuck the young girl beneath her. Her body jerked and writhed with the thrusting of her hips so that her small, ample breasts bounced with the motion and her round little ass jiggled up and down as the fluff of her tail twitched in delight.

Already, she could feel or orgasm building up -- the only thing that she knew was the fact that she had to make sure that her master came first, because that was what pleased her... and June loved pleasing the farmer's daughter more than anything else. It was what let her stay in the room, after all. It was what gave her her position as the favorite pet.

She always, always wanted to keep that position.

The rabbit's hips continued to work, the length of her prick thrusting and slamming into the farmer's daughter until the only sounds in the room that could be heard were the slapping of flesh on flesh and the groaning and grunting of both of the parties in question who were fucking.

Thankfully, the farmer's daughter was an easy girl to please. From the moment that June had started fucking her, she could feel her body tingling with pleasure and the need to find release -- living on a farm with so many creatures who were always so willing to fuck had made her a damn near nymphomaniac from a young age... which meant that she was already pent up and ready to please by the time that she woke up early in the morning.

With a low cry, her fingers left the sheets and wrapped hard around June, dragging the rabbit even closer so that the cock that had already been going impossibly deep into her cunt went all the deeper. The farmer's daughter raised her hips and cried out in pleasure at being lanced in such a fashion, and orgasm swept through her in such a strong wave that her entire body bucked with it, that it was only June's weight atop of her and the rabbits arms wrapping around her hips and drawing her even closer, even harder against her frame that kept her from shooting off of the bed.

As soon as the rabbit felt her cunt closing and squeezing hard and fast around her cock, June let out a low squeal of pleasure herself and let the orgasm that had been building inside of her release. Her cock throbbed, growing even larger for a moment as the cum built up and then came out in a hot, liquid rush that left them both shivering from the sensation of it.

For a moment, they simply bucked and jerked their bodies, riding their tandem orgasms as hard and as fast as they could, until they were both breathless and collapsed back against the bed. Only when the last ounce of pleasure had spilled from the rabbit's prick and her cunt was soaked with fluids did she finally fall away from June, though she held the young girl close to her body, cuddling happily against her so that the farmer's daughter was snuggled into the fluff of her fur as she relearned how to breathe from the pleasure that rocked and rolled through her.

For a while, they were both content to lay like that -- only when her heartbeat had returned to normal and her breathing had finally come down did the farmer's daughter detangle herself from the rabbit's arms. She knew, if she wanted, June would be ready to fuck again within thirty minutes... and while she sometimes spent mornings in her bedroom letting the rabbit plow her cunt and ass until she was nearly sloshing with cum... she knew that there were more animals on the farm that would attend to her needs... and she knew that it was her weekend and luxury time, so it wouldn't be doing herself any favors to stay in bed and miss out on the fun that she could be having.

Instead, she turned and stroked June gently between the ears for a moment until the rabbit was chittering her pleasure, and then pushed herself out of bed to get ready for the day.

It wasn't all that much work to pick out what to wear -- she worried about fashion while she was at school with her friends, but while she was at home she had a pretty standard attire. The jumper that she pulled on was cute and pink, with a pair of cutoff shorts instead of long pants. The cunt and ass were hemmed out, so that her favorite parts were exposed and she didn't have to take her clothing on and off to have her fun. Sometimes when she went to school, she would accessorize her outfit with a dragon dildo strapped firmly into place over her pussy -- she wanted to make sure that everyone knew exactly how much she enjoyed sex, and exactly how much she enjoyed showing off her body; she'd been raised to have no shame, and she wouldn't have it anywhere, as far as she was concerned, not even school.

As she buttoned it closed, she positioned her breasts so that the full, ample mounds were also hanging out, though they were boosted and lifted by the tight pink fabric, so that they looked even perkier than they were without it.

She loved her clothing, and she was happy that their farm was acres and acres, so she didn't have to worry about the fact that someone might see her and say something -- she had no shame in her body, and no shame in the way that it was exposed in her usual outfits that she wore. She just wanted to be comfortable, and she wanted to make sure that she didn't have to do anything extraneous when it came to having her fun.

After all, what was the point of living on a farm with so many delightful animals if it was that much work just to get what she wanted?

She pulled her long, blonde hair back into two braids and then tossed June a sweet smile.

"I'll probably be back before lunch," her voice was a sweet chirruping call, and the rabbit nodded in delight, her pink nose twitching and her body already pulsing and humming with the knowledge that she'd get to fuck again soon. Until then, though, she nestled down into the pillows and blankets of the daughter's bed, pleased once again that she was the favorite pet.

---

The farmer was sweaty from hard work and hungry from the calories that he'd burned plowing and fucking -- lunch hadn't been enough to fill him up after all, and he made his way back to the house with intent and purpose, keen on getting some more food into his belly so that he could get back to any chores that he had left for the day. He knew that the barn needed a few repairs, and he had to get some new bails of hay from the market at some point... he wanted to make sure that he had the energy to do so.

That meant that he needed to get back to the house and get his wife to make him something to eat; he could only hope that she was there, or he'd have to cook for himself. He could do it... but it didn't mean that he wanted to.

There was sound coming from the kitchen -- the door was open to let the breeze in, and the noise carried easily outside. It didn't sound like his wife though; instead, it was a low growling noise, and a soft, sweet whimpering cry of building pleasure that made his cock twitch and caught his attention immediately.

Just as he thought, when he opened the door his eyes were met with a sweet sight. The Tomcat had his daughter bent over the table with her hands splayed wide and her ass in the air, and he was fucking that sweet little tight hole at a slow, teasing pace. He was a cat, after all -- he didn't simply do things hard and fast. He liked to take his time, and he liked to have things his way. His yellow eyes flickered up for a moment when he heard the doorway open, his black and white pointed ears twitching... but the pace of his body never stopped, the thrusting of his hips staying perfectly timed as he plowed into the daughter's slow and teasing until the girl was nearly in tears from need and from having that hole so perfectly filled.

For a moment, the farmer simply stayed in the doorway and watched -- but then he felt a slow curl of pleasure and need pooling in his belly, and he felt his cock hardening at the sight of the cat pounding into her so hard and steady... and he knew that he was hungry for something other than just a second lunch.

He unfastened the strap to his overalls again, quickly stepping out of the clothing as he made his way to the table. For a moment, the cat's tail flickered and a low growl pooled from his chest, but he hardly meant it. Even though he was a feline at heart, he was more than happy to share his bounties with his master, because it was his master that always made sure that he was fed and watered and taken care of. So, when the farmer got to the table, he grabbed the girl by her arms and yanked her upward, using the strength of his frame to hoist her into the air -- she cried out in pleasure and shock, and immediately realized that something was going on; the cat's cock was still buried in her ass, but suddenly she felt another cock spilling forward and thrusting hard into her cunt. She opened her eyes, seeing her father, and immediately wrapped her legs around him, letting her arms trail back to hold tight to the Tomcat's neck as they both thrust forward in tandem to fill her.

"Oh, Daddy! Mmm!" Her voice was full of pleasure and wanton need; she loved it when her father came in from the field, all sweaty and smelling of hard work. If her mother wasn't here, he would always come to her to fill his needs... and though she loved to fuck the animals of the farm, she always loved it, even more, when her daddy joined in and took control. It was, perhaps, one of the most pleasurable things that she could think of.

She's already been close to cumming with the Tomcat fucking her ass -- the sensation of two large pricks filling her in tandem was enough to make her scream out, enough to make her body twitch between the two of them like a live wire as orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched and her ass tightened around both pricks until her cunt was dripping with sweet fluid and soaking into the floor... but that didn't matter.

It wasn't really enough for the cat, and it certainly wasn't enough for her father. Both boys continued to thrust and rock their hips, holding her sandwiched between them and using both of her tight holes to achieve their own pleasure.

She didn't mind at all, though she could hardly catch her breath for the fact that pleasure was chasing at the tail of the orgasm that she'd just felt, building and burning inside of her until she felt like she was going to fly apart.

The farmer shifted his body back, leaning his ass against the table and drawing both his daughter and the Tomcat forward -- the feline knew exactly what he wanted, and he stepped until the daughter was shifted, until her knees were against the table and she could bounce her frame up and down on both of their pricks.

"Go on then, girl." Her father's voice was a low, soft demand... and she knew that she couldn't and wouldn't disobey him. Though she could hardly gather her thoughts from the pleasure that had just poured through her, she used the table's surface and her arms around the Tomcat's strong shoulders as leverage, and she started to rock and roll her hips, thrusting and bucking up and down on both of the pricks so that she was the one fucking them in perfect tandem, controlling how fast her holes were filled... controlling the pleasure that was already building up inside of her again.

"Faster girl, come on now." Her father's voice was soft, growling encouragement and demand, and she quickly picked up the pace -- she didn't want to disappoint him, and she didn't want to displease him. Pleasuring her father was one of her favorite things, and seeing the sparkle of desire in his eyes was something that thrilled her to no end. She gripped tighter to the Tomcat's shoulders, her fingers digging into his tuxedo colored fur for a better grip. She started to work and rock her hips in full, using every ounce of her muscles to rise and fall against both of their spearing, lancing cocks until they were diving so deep inside of her that she could almost feel them meeting somewhere in the middle of her stomach.

It was nearly too much to take in, but somehow she managed... and she could hear both her father and the Tomcat groaning and grunting -- her hands came up to her breasts, still pushed up and perky from the pink jumper that she wore, and she kneaded them with a low moan, and put all of the strength that she had into bouncing on the cocks that filled her so salaciously.

Another few thrusts of her hips and she heard first the Tomcat shout -- he'd been fucking her the longest, the heat of his cum flooded her ass and made her cunt squeeze in pleasure as orgasm pulsed and poured through her as well. It was that clenching, shuddering of her body that threw her father over the edge; the farmer came and he came hard, soaking and pouring spunk inside of her until it flooded from her lips and left her painted both inside and out.

She rode them both hard to completion, sucking every droplet of cum that she could from their tips before she finally collapsed forward onto her father's lap, wrapping her arms happily around his neck and snuggling against him.

"I love you, Daddy." She words were a soft murmur; she was already exhausted from her day, and she'd only just gotten started. The farmer gave a low chuckle and tugged gently on her pigtails.

"Love you, too." And as much as he would have liked to stay there with her, he knew that he couldn't. Instead, he picked her up and carried her to the couch; the Tomcat was already lazing in the sun again, content from his fucking and cleaning himself up languidly.

He laid her on the cushions and went to the kitchen to get some food; there was still more work to be done.

---

Being a housewife was something that she'd always wanted. From the time that she was a young girl, she'd never really had the ambitions to leave her little town and get some fancy job -- she'd known in her heart that she wanted to lead the same life that her mother had; she wanted to cook, to clean, and to have a household that she could be proud of. She wanted to be a good mother and a good wife. When she'd found her husband, a hardworking farmer who was prepared to provide for her, she knew that she'd lucked out.

It just so happened that he wanted exactly what she wanted, and she was allowed to stay home and take care of the household, just as she'd always desired. More than that, they had a wonderful daughter together, who was growing into a lovely young lady.

Everything was perfect -- exactly as she wanted... and she couldn't imagine a better farm to live on. She couldn't imagine a more perfect place to settle down and spend the rest of her life.

Of course, it wasn't all housework. Living on a farm meant that everyone had chores, herself included. Her chores weren't the hard labor of her husband -- he knew that a lot of her energy went into maintaining the house and meals... everything that came along with being a housewife... but she was expected to do a few things. One of those things was milking the cows; she had to admit that it was a peaceful task, and something that she loved to do.

Especially since she had to ride the pony out to the barns so that she could get to the bovines. She took great pleasure in her afternoon rides, after all.

Miles was already saddled up and waiting for his mistress. No one else really rode the pony; one of her other responsibilities was feeding him, grooming him, making sure that his needs were met. She'd insisted on buying him, after all, and she wasn't going to complain about being the one to take care of him after her husband had been so kind to oblige and get him for her birthday -- the pony had been one of the best presents that she'd ever received.

"Hey there, boy," her voice was a sweet trill, warm like summer and soft and small like her frame. She was short -- short enough that it wasn't any trouble for the pony to carry her. She'd always been a slender woman, and at first, she'd looked into getting a gelding... but the simple fact was, everything felt far too tall for her.

That was when she'd seen Miles, standing in the corner of the pen, waiting for someone to purchase him, even though it seemed like everyone was passing him by for mares, geldings, and stallions alike.

She'd instantly loved the look of him -- all of the dark, glossy sheen of his coat, the long, almost curling hair of his mane. He was perfect -- she'd wanted him.

And now she had him.

She instantly clambered onto the saddle, glad that there was always a step stool beside him so that she could do it with some amount of grace. She had on her regular outfit -- the harness that she wore about the house was only slightly covered while she was out in her milking duties with an apron. It didn't stop her from sliding into the saddle and instantly letting out a small shiver of pleasure -- it was ridged, the center of it coming up in an arc so that it pressed against her cunt and clit in a very pleasurable fashion. She'd been gifted a new saddle every year since she'd gotten Miles, but this one was one of her favorites -- she had some that had more bells and whistles, sure... but there was something about this one that was more than just a little relaxing.

After all, she could go on a casual canter to wherever she needed to get to, and it always ended in her being pleasured exactly as she wanted and needed. There was really no denying the fact that Miles was the best choice that she could have made, no matter what anyone else might have thought.

"Let's go on and get to the barn then, boy." She gave his flank a quick slap of affection, and he started off at a quick, clipping trot that instantly drew a groan of pleasure from deep within her chest -- her bare pussy, exposed through the loops of her harness, rubbed just so against the ridges of the saddle, and she allowed her body to bounce with the motion that the pony was intentionally throwing out. She closed her eyes, taking hold of the reins and trusting that Miles would get her to where she needed to go without her needing to direct him.

After all, they had the same ride every single morning, and nothing ever really changed about their path. The only thing that ever changed was the fact that sometimes Miles liked to gallop, just to make her give out a few extra squeals and screams. It was fun -- he was a playful pony, and that was something that she enjoyed more than she cared to admit. She loved her husband, and she loved him dearly... but it wasn't as though he was a playful man. He was more serious, and more concerned with the happenings of the farm -- he knew that when he'd gotten her the pony of course. He'd known that, and he'd gotten him for her simply so that she could have some relief from the day and all of her hard tasks.

And Miles seemed to sense that today was a day that she needed a little bit of fun. He sped up his pace, so that her body began to bounce up and down against the ridges of the saddle faster, and she allowed her frame to go with the motion. It was something that she had to get used to when she'd first started riding, but now that she'd had Miles for quite some time, it was almost second nature to her. She'd even learned to roll her hips with the motion of his gallop, so that her clit worked against the nubs of the saddle, leaving her gasping and panting and moaning with each up and downward motion of her body. She squirmed happily, grinding down harder for another moment as she felt orgasm already begging to sweep up and threaten to make her lose her balance on the saddle. She gripped tighter to the reins, unwilling to fall just yet... and unwilling to give up on the feelings of pleasure that were slowly pulsing and building through her.

"Let's take the long path today, Miles." Her voice sounded out shakily, and the pony instantly gave a whinny of agreement. He knew before everything was over and done with, he'd please his Mistress, and it was what he lived for. It helped, of course, that she was always more than happy to return the favor when all of her work was done.

The anthromorph horse shifted his gait and went down the pathway to the left, instead of heading straight to the barn. He also galloped harder, so that her body was jostled even more, her cunt grinding against the saddle until she was completely breathless with the sensation of it, nearly delirious from the pleasure that was pulsing through her frame and threatening over and over again to spill.

"Faster," she panted the word out, and the pony was only too happy to oblige. He knew that they would reach their destination very soon at this speed, and that was fine with him. He was quite certain that he could get her off before they got there -- he rocked his body intentionally to make sure that they did, coming down on the ground hard with his feet and shifting and swaying his flanks with his pace so that she had to work her body up and down just to keep with his pace. She was moaning now, her entire body vibrating and her clit so swollen and so ready that she knew she wasn't going to be able to hold on any longer. With a small cry, she threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around the pony's neck and letting her orgasm tear through her in a nearly shattering wave.

Her cunt gushed, sweet sticky fluids spilling out and over the saddle so that it was only her grip on Miles' neck that kept her properly seated. He slowed his pace instantly, not wanting to jar her off of his body while she was in the grasp of her pleasure; it hardly mattered. She didn't know how fast they were going anymore, she didn't know anything but the grinding sensation on her clit, and the way that orgasm was sweeping through and over her until all that she could see was stars.

For a while, she simply laid against Miles' neck, until she felt like she could manage to move... and only then did she finally slide off of the pony, aware of the fact that the hard run that she'd had him going at had gotten them to the barn without her even realizing it.

For a few moments, after she dismounted, she had to catch her breath. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, of course -- it was something that she was accustomed to every morning. She spent the few minutes that it took her to calm down cleaning Miles' saddle. She didn't want to leave it sticky, or let any of the fluids bake on the sun. Her cleaning supplies were right beside Miles' post, so she didn't have to move very far to pull out the rag and the cleaner... and by the time her sticky orgasm had been cleaned completely from the shining leather, she was feeling better and she'd caught her breath again.

"I'll be back in a little while, Miles." She gently pat his jawline and then made her way to the barn. She could already hear the cows rustling about, a bit restless in the fact that they hadn't been milked yet. She knew that she was running just a little late... but she'd been enjoying her morning ride so much that she didn't regret it. She had plenty of time to get everything done before her husband came in for the day, after all -- and it wasn't as though he'd be angry with her, as long as she got all of the chores done before dinner time.

"I'm sorry, everyone." Her voice was still a sweet call out to the bovines, whose heads all perked up immediately as soon as they heard her calling out. She grabbed her milking supplies -- a bucket, a funnel and a crate with six bottles in it -- and made her way to the first stall.

The cow looked at her with wide brown eyes, spread out on the hay of her stall with her breasts swollen from the milk that was pressuring against her. "You're late." The cow's protest was mostly playful, but her hands kneaded her swollen udders, and she let out a low groan of displeasure at the sensation of it. A few droplets of milk came out, proof that she wasn't simply complaining to be complaining.

"I'm sorry. Don't worry," the farmer's wife knelt by the cow instantly, stroking her udders and feeling the heat radiating off of them. "I'll take care of you in a cinch. Just shift up a bit, please?"

And, even though she'd kept the cow waiting, she was more than happy to comply. Her fingers were nimble as they worked, and her hands seized the overly full udder and worked their way down, so that a hot spray of milk came frothing forth into the large metal bucket. Instantly, the cow in front of her -- Lanie -- let out a low moan of relief.

"You have no idea how good that feels." The anthromorph muttered the words under her breath and stretched out further, a bit wanton for the sensation that was now pouring through her. Having milk trapped in your udders all day was a horrible pain... but she couldn't go milking herself, and she certainly wouldn't want to be the one that accidentally wasted any of the precious liquid. She didn't have a calf to feed right now; she wouldn't have another one until the next year... so she completely relied on the farmer's wife for her relief.

"That's right. I'm sorry I made you wait, girl. I'll make sure I'm early tomorrow, how about that?" There was such a sweet cadence to the wife's voice as she quickly did her work. She was probably better at milking than even the farmer by now, since it had been her job for the past few years. She wanted to make sure that the animals felt loved and well taken care of; she was of the opinion that happy livestock made for better product, after all. They would drink some of the milk, but they would also take some of it to the market to sell... and on Sunday mornings when she came out with a couple dozen bottles of fresh milk that had been harvested through the week, she always sold out faster than any other stall.

She prided herself on the fact that it was because she kept the animals happy.

Once the main pressure was relieved from Lanie's udders, she shifted to milking her with one hand. The other quickly dipped between the bovine's legs. She shuddered, letting out another whimper as the farmer's wife stroked at the mound there, until the hermaphrodite's cock slid out.

"Now, let's make sure that we get all of the milk, yes?" After all, one of her most popular things to sell wasn't the dairy milk, though that went by just as quickly... she started stroking the cow's cock, and immediately she could see precum drizzling from the tip of it. The pent-up sexual desire made her job very easy... the fact that the cows seemed to be perpetually horny and perpetually in need also made it easy. Almost all of the bovines were hermaphrodites -- you had to pay a little more, but you got double the bang for your buck, as far as what you could milk them for. Her husband had had the forethought to pay the extra, even though it had put them behind for a month or two. As soon as people got word of the quality of milk that they sold, they'd more than made their money back on it.

Lanie let out a low moo of pleasure, her body rocking and her hips working in time with the farmer's wife and her rather expert touch. It only took a few minutes of working before the cow let out a low and lusty moan and her cock exploded. Instantly, the bottle was brought to seal against the tip of her slit, and every droplet of liquid pleasure was caught within the glass container. It frothed and filled to the very top of the lid, a perfect and creamy white color.

She took a moment to swirl the warm liquid within the container and then put the lid on it with an expert motion, sliding the now full container back into the holder with the other five empty bottles. Lanie was laid back on the hay of her stall and looking at her through heavy-lidded eyes.

"I told you I'd take care of you," the farmer's wife smiled at the cow, patting her once on her rather thick back end and then standing up to go to the next stall. After all, there was still so much work to be done, and there wasn't really any time to dally if she wanted to make sure that everything was accomplished in time for her to make dinner for her family.

She went to the next pen, where a brother and sister were sitting side by side. Maria and Mario had been purchased at the same time; they were inseparable, and refused to be sold off without being sold off together. Thankfully, the farmer realized the intelligence in buying a bull as well as the females -- Mario did well to get the four females pregnant when they wanted to have a chance of having calves that weren't always hermaphrodites. The offspring that he made were usually strong and well sought after, especially when he was having them with Maria. They were both strong and solid black in color, and their offspring always came out looking just the same.

As soon as she settled between the two, Maria spilled forward, nuzzling against her neck. Mario moved in tandem, like a dark shadow who couldn't help but follow his sister's movements. They nuzzled her, one from each side, and she felt their hands quickly roaming along her body.

"I have to get my work done," her voice was only a half protest though; she always loved attention from these two -- they worked as though they had one mind, and when Mario drew her up so that she was hoisted up, Maria came to her knees in front of her. She took the bucket and began to milk herself carefully -- all the while her head found its place between her legs. Her brother wasted no time in going exactly for what he wanted -- his cock was already hard and erect, and he slid it into her cunt with a quick and easy motion. She was still slick and soaked from her ride over, and even the enormity of his girth was easily taken in because of it. He sunk into her to the shaft, so that his balls came up to slap against his sister's chin as she settled her face and started to suck and lick at the clit so perfectly framed by the harness that the farmer's wife wore.

"Oh... oh, all right then. But don't waste any milk!" her voice was a trill of a demand, and even though she tried to sound like she had some sort of authority, she felt completely lost in the weight of the desire that was already rolling through her. She could hardly help herself though, when she always had such an ample amount of animals around to give her so much pleasure -- she couldn't deny it, and she certainly couldn't escape it.

Not that anyone in their right mind would want to. A shudder poured through her body, and it was Mario's strong arms that kept her held upright, his hooves planted square on the barn floor so that his motion was unwavering, save for the thrusting of his hips and the way that he bounced her body up and down on her cock as though she was a sex toy.

Her body was already so sensitive from the orgasm earlier that she was surprised she could handle the friction at all -- low moans and whimpers poured from her throat loudly enough that she knew if her husband were passing by he would know exactly what was going on. Her hands gripped the two cows, and she simply closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy the delicious and nefarious sensation of the two bovines plowing her hard and fast.

It didn't take long for her body to start burning with orgasm, and even less time after she started to feel the sensation building up for her cunt to clench around the cock that was pounding her -- the tongue working and sucking on her clit drove the pleasure in hard and fast, and Mario quickly pulled from her snatch and put his cock to the tip of one of the bottles as he came right along with her.

Her vision was starbursts as they laid her down on the hay of their stall. Through the edges of it, she could see Mario capping his cum in a third bottle--he'd already filled two of them--and Maria finishing up her milking; gasping, panting, and with a smile of pure pleasure on her face, she spoke.

"You think you could go milk the other two as well." She laughed as she said it -- her work wasn't done yet, but she'd already had a pretty wonderful day. It took her a few moments to recover, and a few more moments after that to feel like she could stand without her knees giving out from beneath her anyway. She couldn't dally for too long, though. The twins being milked at the same time had saved her a little bit of time... but she still had more work to do, and the last thing that she wanted was to be late. With a small, satisfied sigh she pushed herself from the twins stall with her bucket and bottles in hand and made her way towards the stalls of the other two cows.

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Though she cut it a bit close, there was still plenty of time to get home and get the tablet set and ready for dinner. Luckily, they had glasses of fresh milk to go along with the steak and potatoes that she made, and she knew that her husband was going to enjoy all of it. He came in from his work sweaty and rugged, like usual, and she felt her cunt give a small little squeeze and tingle just from the sight of him.

It was always so nice to have such physical evidence to the fact that he worked so hard. He came to her instantly, giving her a quick kiss and then inhaling.

"Everything smells good, hon." He gave her ass a quick little slap -- it was completely exposed. She'd just taken off her apron, and the dress that she wore was very similar to the harness that she'd had on earlier. The breasts were completely exposed, and the skirt was so short that it barely met the top of her hips. Her cunt and ass were out in the air for anyone who cared to look at them, and the farmer certainly took the time to appreciate the view that was presented to him.

"Dinner is ready!" Her voice rang out to the upstairs, and thankfully she could hear her daughter shifting and shuffling to come downstairs. Sometimes, if she was feeling particularly frisky, she'd have to go upstairs and get her -- if their daughter was being extra petulant, it would be her father who came after her.

She came trotting down the stairs though in nothing more than a skimpy bikini-suit, with her nipples hard and piqued from the cool air and the way that they were exposed. She'd just taken a shower, so her pussy was freshly shaved and framed in the dark red leather of the cut-out-bikini.

"Smells great, Mom!" She sounded cheerful enough -- her mother smiled. It was going to be a good dinner.

They all settled at the glass top table, and as soon as the food was brought out, the family's border collies instantly trotted into the room, sliding into their usual place beneath the table. There were three of them, and each had their own person that they usually stuck to -- after all, it was the best way to get treats and scraps from beneath the table. Lily and Lana were sisters, both with more black than white in their fur, and Hoss was larger and fully male, and he settled happily between the daughter's feet at the table, while the two females took their place by her parents. Their tongues lolled hungrily, and they looked up at the faces of their masters from beneath the table.

"Thank you for the dinner, Ma," the farmer spoke, and started serving himself. It was an indication that they could all start eating, and it only took a few minutes for plates to be served up. It was only as they started eating that a soft whine from one of the collie's beneath the table could be heard. The soft, fluffy bodies siddled up slowly, heads going from at their feet to their knee, and finally nuzzling at their nap.

It was the daughter who broke first. Her legs spread slowly, and her hand came beneath the table to gently pat between Hoss's perked ears. That tongue, which had been aimlessly out before, instantly started to stroke between her legs, and she slid forward in the chair slightly to grant him all of the access that he desired to her glistening little pussy. Her father looked down for a moment, observing the situation as he carefully cut his steak, and then, after a moment, he moved his booted foot so that the canine between his legs looked up at him.

"You can go ahead and get started then," his voice was a soft command -- it was clear that he had a different relationship with the animals than his family did; it was still caring, of course, but he was the head of the farm and the head of the household... and his dominance reigned above all else. It was the only way that any of this would work, and he knew that.

Hands came up quickly, making fast work of unfastening the jeans on his legs so that the Lana could gain access to his cock. It was already mostly hard when it sprang out, and he let out nothing more than a low groan of indication that he noticed her motion when she started to suck his cock.

Lily didn't wait for permission -- when her sister started to move, she knew that she could move as well. Her muzzle instantly buried between the legs of the farmer's wife, and she was the only one who let out a loud little squeak of indication that something was even happening at all, dropping her fork for just a moment in the wake of the pleasure that was being given to her. Her hand was only a little shaky as it stretched out to grab her glass of salty cum, still slightly warm from the milking earlier. The room was filled with an odd mixture of sounds -- pleasant conversation, paused with small moans... and the sound of licking, lapping and sucking collies, punctuated with the scraping of knives and forks as the family continued to eat.

It was the daughter who came first -- orgasm swept through her in a loud sound that had her moaning, had her body falling forward on the table so that she actually had to push her plate aside. She whimpered, whining as Hoss's tongue continued to lick and lap, drinking down the cum that was pouring from her pussy. Her voice was strained as she spoke, barely coming out in a discernible sentence.

"May I be excused, please?"

For a moment, there was no answer; her father simply observed, his lips twitching slightly from the pleasure that was building up within him. After a moment, he gave a quick nod -- that was all that she needed. She pushed herself from the table and came down on all fours beside her chair.

"Fuck me, Hoss. Oh, please, fuck me hard!" The collie had no objections. He mounted her from behind and started thrusting into her hard and fast, so that her whimpering cries turned into full-throated moans.

The mother came next, a low and soft sound that was so sweet it nearly made the dog between her legs cum just from the sound of it. She slid forward further in her chair, gripping hold of the table and wrapping her legs around the dog's neck so that she knew not to leave after the first orgasm -- she'd had her dinner, and now she wanted to enjoy desert over and over again.

And finally, the farmer felt orgasm burning and boiling through him. It wasn't enough to simply be sucked off though -- he stood from the table quickly, pulling the collie with him. She stood obediently, and leaned over the table just as obediently. He started to pound her hard and fast, moving the table a few inches before they both got a firm grip on it and found their rhythm.

The room was no longer filled with the sound of eating, but instead, the usually night-time sound of the family fucking together. Their moans filled the walls, up to the ceiling, and the whimpers of the collies simply punctuated their moans. Even the mother eventually slid from the table, though she didn't allow her companion to leave her cunt; instead, she turned so that she could eat the dog's pussy just as hers was being eaten, and so that she could lick and lap at the sweet cream that came when the canine came.

The night continued that way until they'd all came more than once, until none of them could catch their breath and they were exhausted from their orgasms. The daughter's stomach was distended with the cum that Hoss and filled her with, and she was the first to stand from fucking. She half wobbled to her father and mother, kissing them on the cheek even as they were still fucking... and excused herself to bed.

It was her mother who gave up next -- she'd orgasmed five times already, and that in tandem with the days earlier activities was too much for her. She gave the collie a soft pat on the head, kissed her husband with lips that still glistened with cum, and also made her way to bed.

And finally, the farmer threw back his head and shot his seed into his collie one last time. He gave her ass a gentle slap after the orgasm finished washing through him, and gave a low whistle. "Get to sleep, all of you."

The dogs all stood and made their way to the porch, and to their soft beds that were out there. With a yawn, he stretched -- his body ached from his work, and from his fucking... but he knew that tomorrow was another day. With another yawn, he made his way to his bedroom; the hard work never ended, and he needed to get sleep so that he could start it all over again tomorrow.