Anna's first babies
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English is not my first language, I think it shows. Plus, I'm not actually a writer. If it doesn't show here, it will be more obvious whenever I go around publishing a work that contains spoken lines.
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In the wide green meadows just before the coast, there was a little village, built in the forest right in front of the shoreline. It was quite a big village, and because of the nice weather, and the beautiful sights of the forest and the sea, many tourists visited it during the summer.
Among the inhabitants there was a female monkey named Anna. She was a loving lady, with luscious brown fur and a pink, hairless underbelly, more than a few pounds on her bones and big, round, soft boobs. Her hips were large and motherly, with a big plump butt, with a heart-shaped hairless patch that encompassed the whole of her buttocks. Just above it swung a 2 feet long furry tail, nimble and prehensile. Her cock was quite chubby too, long at least 8 inches, growing from a respectable thickness at the base to almost as wide as her wrist in the middle, and back down until the tip, with a round and full mushroom head that flared proudly when excited. Her balls were as big as her fist, covered by just a hint of fuzz, and swung free and proud under her. She had a frank and expressive face, with short orange hair, big azure eyes and a smile that, despite the long and thick fangs, was at the same time frightening and mischevious.
Being almost fifty already and feeling a bit lonely, she decided to ask one of her friend to borrow one of her boys to breed. Brunhilde, a beautiful female horse that she knew since she was a little girl, was more than eager to let her have her older foal. He had more than a few pregnancies under the belt, and many years of loving servitude to her mother, thus Brunhilde decided he was the best choice to service her old friend.
The foal had no name, Brunhilde couldn't be bothered enough to think of one for him. After all, all she had to do was snap her fingers, and all of her three sons would drop what they were doing and come. He was almost sixteen, tall and lean, with short brown fur and a jet black mane, and big blue eyes. Like most males, his package was nothing to write home about: two balls as small as a pair of olives, and a horsecock of 2 inches hard, if he ever managed to get such anymore. When he was ten, Brunhilde had all of his teeth removed, for practical reason, giving him a soft and inviting mouth, that coupled well with the delicate and lispy voice he developed with the years.
Anna started breeding the young foal right away. Since that night, and for the following two weeks, the daily routine of the young horse included a hard pounding from Anna's motherly cock, which deposited gallons of potent monkey sperm into his fertile bowels, followed by airtight plugging of his butthole.
The way he bucked, trying to bury as many inches of her monkey meat as he could into his womb, the words of gratitude he spoke every time he had what he felt the "privilege" of tending to her cock, with a barely contained hint of excitation, the way he presented his puffed up butthole to her, bent over and spread buttocks, all attested to the very meticulous training as a broodmare that Brunhilde put him up for. She was, frankly put, really impressed: one thing is to see a horny bitchboy on tv or read about it in a book, but seeing one in person, and perusing him so thoroughly!, was something else entirely.
His belly started bulging pretty quickly, filled to the brink with spunk, but true to Brunhilde's words, this didn't distract the young boy from his duties around the house. The foal continued washing clothes, cleaning floors and dusting furniture as his swollen belly sloshed with his every movement, all without breaking a sweat. Truly the mark of a good training.
Soon enough, the relentless assault of millions of sperms weared his body's defense, and he got knocked up. Every morning Anna would feel the boy's belly, looking for a small bump that would signal an egg growing inside him. When she finally felt it, she hurried to retrieve the pregnancy plug and yanked the regular one from the boy's butthole, causing him to feebly yelp, and quickly sealed his rear end with the new one. The very next second, she phoned Brunhilde and had a long, excited chat about it; in a few hours, the entire neighbourhood knew she had knocked up Brunhilde's older foal, and for the following weeks Anna and the foal's growing belly were the talk of every tea party in the block. Anna herself took every occasion to show the boy to her friends and coworkers, and personally bought a few tight-fitting clothes for him to parade around town in, when she brought him along for shopping.
The doctor's examination eventually revealed the presence of two eggs in the young horse's belly. Following her suggestion, Anna supplemented his sperm-only diet with a growth hormone, seeing that he had a little trouble growing breasts of appropriate size. At times, the increased horniness of the young horse was really bothersome, but Anna, being the kind-hearted monkey lady she was, toughened up and let the foal at her cock whenever he begged for it. Besides, that long and wet horse mouth of him, and the eagerness with which he slurped her girl meat kind of made up for it.
After nine months, the two eggs were ready to be laid. The young horse boy's belly was incredibly full and heavy, almost if he had a full grown horse inside him. He struggled to keep up with the chores at the best of his abilities, but the sheer weight and encumberance of the eggs made even crossing a room a lenghty and tiresome feat.
After consulting with the doctor and her friends, Anna brought in Brunhilde's old obstetrician table and placed it in her room, strapping the young horse boy to it, to release him only after the eggs were laid.
Even if he were the kind of boy that would make a fuss about such predicament, months of hormones and the rut he went in from not having been anally fucked in so long, coupled with the painful cramps, and the fact that the two eggs were stretching his insides quite a bit, all of this would have made him very compliant anyway. He spent the last two weeks strapped to the table, in a feverish state, whinnying and snorting louder and louder, forcing Anna to come in and plug his mouth with her cock every now and then. Luckily, the table was built for such situations: right above the headrest was a little chair-like support. Anna would lift the hem of her nightdress (the only thing she bothered to wear those days, seen how frequently she had to do this), seated her plump hairless butt on the support, swiveled a bolt to bend the foal head backwards and slid her monkey meat right in, leaving the horse to suck to his heart's content while she watched her favourite soap on TV.
The appointed day, the obstetric table was moved to the dining room, and raised until he was upright, with his legs spread eagle. Then the doctor unsealed the pregnancy plug, removed the anal clamp (which clutched the anus itself and pulled it slightly outwards), deflated the rubber balloon and finally slid the whole thing off. It was a rather thorough lock, but especially nearing the end of the pregnancy, the cramps were frequent and powerful enough to they would have easily pushed the still not-fully-grown eggs outside. As soon as the plug was out of the foal's rear end, a gush of clear, sweet-scented slime poured out, splashing in the plastic tub below. Then the doctor filled the tub with a pile of soft cloths and took a seat with the rest of the ladies who came to witness the event.
The egglaying itself was left pretty much to gravity, as it was custom. The eggs, which the doctor spun in his belly so they would face with the pointier end downwards, slowly slid down the horseboy's slick bowels, stretching the anus, already sore from nine months of clamping, to progressively larger widths. The rectum itself, reacting to the first stimulus of something rubbing its insides since such a long time, would frequently and erratically twitch, giving the pregnant foal a thousands tiny orgasms, pushing the egg slightly back up, prolonging the whole ordeal.
Still, not even the sphincter of the most trained boy fur ever could outmatch the sheer weight of an egg, and not for long anyway. Eventually the egg forced their way down, stretching the anus more and more, cracking the soft cartilage that made up the forward part of the horse's pelvis, and more and more of the white hard shell started jutting out. At the peak width, however the anus was so tightly stretched around the foot-wide shell that the slime stopped flowing around it, and its descent ground to a halt. The poor horseboy's hole kept clenching quite a while around the gigantic width, the pleasure now long subsided, every spasm sending waves of pain up his spine, but at that moment everyone was so engrossed in the conversation that nobody noticed it.
Eventually, the progressively more anguished whinnies of the horse boy caught the attention of the doctor, that excused herself and went to deal with the situation. After a quick glance to ascertain the situation, he dug her finger in the boy's ballsac, fishing out his tiny balls from inside his pelvis where they took refuge because of the pain, seized them firmly in her hand and swung a hard punch to them. The horse boy let out a loud pained scream and trashed against his constraints. His anus clenched so hard that the egg was pushed forward just enough to pass the peak width, and quickly plopped in the cloths below with a wet sound. Then, the doctor left the crying horse to deal with the second egg, and went back to drinking tea, eating cookies and chatting with the rest of the ladies.
After a total of three hours, both of the eggs laid in the tub, still slick with slime and ready to be broken to bring out the newborns. The horseboy's anus, stretched beyond recognition, was gaping and flabby, exposing his abused insides still dripping with clear goo to the whole room. Even for a seasoned broodmare like him, recovering from such an egglaying would take way more than a few weeks.
Anna felt like apologizing to Brunhilde, because that would deprive her of her son's butthole for quite some time, but she reassured her she had plenty of ass at home anyway.
Anna's first child was a girl, and she named her Alice. She was the spitting image of her mother, with a hidden wild side that remembered Anna of her young self, and surely influenced by Brunhilde's amazoness temper. Her fur was a little darker than Anna's, also due to Brunhilde's genes. A feature due only to herself, however, Alice was born with three healthy monkey cocks. They were nested together in between her legs, two on the bottom, one directly above them, and were well on their way to become quite the hole wreckers, already 4 inches long at birth. Her plums were way bigger than the norm, to appropriately fuel every cock she had, and would eventually grow up to put her mother's ones to shame. In short, she was everything a mother could want in a daughter, Anna's pride and joy.
Just like she hoped, her second born was a boy, which she named Thomas. Altought definitely a monkey, he heredited more of the mare's side than her sister, because he had longer and darker fur covering him. Curiosly enough, instead of dangling down like normal, it was always puffed up, giving him quite the fluffy look. His tail was also shorter than usual, like his package, althought that wasn't really uncommon for a boy, newborn or not.
With her two bundles of joy, Anna was at the center of the attention for a while, everyone eager to meet and greet the newborns and congratulate with the mother. In the following weeks, even relatives living far away came in to spend some time with her and the two babies.
Meanwhile, Brunhilde decided to give her older son a rest. After all, he carried to terms his own two brothers, and 4 other babies, not counting the two that were just born. For such a brave young foal, a present was in order. So come his next birthday, his insides having long recovered from the double pregnancy, she organized a small party, to which she also invited Anna and her newborns, and all the other mothers that had the pleasure to breed him.
The center of the party was once again the horse boy, this time bent forward, his head and hands secured in a pillory, his hooves and knees fastened to keep his tight closed, and his back arched up with the help of a pulley, exposing his buttocks to the whole room. The doctor slid a hand in between his tights, pulling back the boy's penis and balls, resting them between his legs. She then brought out a pair of pincers from her purse, took his balls in his hands, and careful to show everyone, with a swift motion castrated the young horse boy, putting an end to his reproductive age forever, while everyone clapped and cheered.