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The large property of the Wild Rose Inn was virtually cut off from the surrounding countryside by tall thin trees planted close together making a windbreak. Between the trunks, a brown panel fencing ensured even more privacy and kept the livestock from roaming away.

While plenty of people kept feral dogs, cats, and lizards as pets this was the first time Kaynell had ever seen a feral cow, sheep, chickens, or donkey. Ben, on the other hand, could remember seeing them at farms a few years before on a school field-trip.

A normal sheep with thin silver fleece (recently sheared) stepped out of the sprawling white stucco country house wearing a bright dress covered in multicolored flower patterns.

"Cubs, this is your Aunt Sylvia. Silver was like a sister to me growing up, then she went and married my brother to make it official."

Sylvia stood half as tall as Erin and twice that of Ben. "Oh, Erin, so good to see you all. Oh, my, how you two have grown. Why I haven't seen you since I could hold Kaynell Marie in one arm." Sylvia hugged the cubs uptight and invited them in.

"Get settled in your room downstairs, and then we can all go for a swim with the other guests. Oh, Ben, could you go around back and find your Uncle Steven? He's in his workshop tinkering, but I want him to come swimming with us."

"Oh, Commander Steven Rosenkrantz is your husband? Yeah, I love his war stories." Ben ran off to the backyard gate without any further prompting while the rest of the family headed inside.

A large metal leanto was appended to the side of an even older three car garage right where the original structures front door once was. Sparks flew and older rock music blared from one of the open garages. Ben vaguely recognized it, but had no idea who the band was.

Ben knocked on the sliding metal door but got no response. He tried banging even harder. Deciding it would be less rude to go in through the garage, Ben went around uninvited and saw a large black bull welding something onto a machine with lots of tubes and glass containers.

Ben knew better than to look at the welding spark and instead looked across the decades of nudie pinup calendars and automotive instruction posters scattered over the walls. Two garages contained a pair of old cars stripped for parts while the car normally in the third was pulled out on the concrete portion of the driveway to make room for welding.

While Ben visually traced the speaker wires, the bull realized he had company. "Well, if it isn't my little soldier, Obi." His big dirty hands mussed up Ben's head fur as he walked by to hang up the welding equipment.

"Come on Commander Steve, no one calls me that."

"Well, they should. It's your name after all."

"Everyone makes fun of my real name, even after leaving dads church."

"Now why would they make fun of Obi-Wan Kenobi Han Solo Mahonri Moriancamer Blackriver." He gave a little chuckle. "Alright, it is a bit of a mouthful. And I assume you brought your sister, Kaynell Marie Joy Blackriver, or do you just call her Kay? Or maybe just Nell? Well, either way, I'm glad you got out of your dad's cult."

Ben stroked softly down one of the machines glass pressure chambers, "Yeah, I got baptized, but when Kaynell started attending Sunday school with me we got teased for being different species. Mom got really mad."

Steven wiped his hands with a damp rag before picking up a hose and cleaning off its end connector. "Yeah, she would. It takes a lot to get under her skin, but my baby sis gets fierce once you get her riled. Here, take this." He handed the odd looking glass connector to Ben. "And for us Rosenkrantzs, nothing gets us riled faster than messing with our cubs."

Steve turned the motor on and Ben could feel a rhythmic suction coming from the connector on the hose. His uncle took a larger one and shoved it down his pants.

"Oooh, yeah." Uncle Steve moaned deeply, almost a moo, as Bem saw the bulls cock swell within the transparent connector. "That working better now. Go ahead, see if it fits. I just repaired this old milker. We'll be able to have your aunts world famous pancakes in the morning now that I can give her the special ingredient. Specially processed bulls milk."

Ben was amazed, turned on, surprised, and shocked. His own cock strained against his jeans as he watched the machine sucking on that monster cock in his Uncle's pants, it was as big as Ben's arm and covered in thick pumping veins.

"Come on Obi-Wan, pull out that saber. A little cougar milk won't ruin the recipe." Steve tried to unzip Ben's pants, but his fingers were too big resulting in a rough grope to Ben's crotch instead.

Still not quite sure of himself, Ben slowly unzipped his jeans, his member spearing out from the cloth with ferocity.

Steves' eyes widened a little, "Huh, that's not a normal cat cock. I, uh, I mean, it's fine, I've just never seen one like that. Our dad was a bull, but I saw plenty of cat cocks fighting in the Bantu Jungle wars."

Ben hid his erection with his hands and looked away. "Cats at school make fun of me for it. Hyenas too. Even girl hyenas have bigger dicks than me."

Steve didn't even seem to notice his cock throbbing like mad in the tube. He placed one large hand on Ben's shoulder and consoled him even while the machine drank down load after load of the bull's hot semen."Hey now, Obi, don't let them get to you. The size of your cock isn't what gives you value. As to the shape, most species don't like the spines on a cat cock anyway. It opens up your options."

Ben moved his hands out of the way and watched as the thin tip flared out wide. He compared it to the boys and girls cocks he'd seen in the locker rooms and showers, and to his uncle's cock, mostly shrouded in white cum filling the connector. "But it's so different."

"Look, we knew there would eventually be some changes in our young when we made cross-species reproduction possible. I'd take it as a badge of honor. You are something new. You are what we hoped for. Now why don't we see how well it cums, eh?"

Ben smiled and slowly lowered the sucking tube around the flared tip of his member. Quicker than he expected the tube pulled itself down around the base and sucked hard in a predictable rhythm.

Ben tried to relax, his body twitching at the odd sensations the machine gave him. "This, ohh, this feels so good, so wrong. This is a sin, right? Why would you tempt me to sin?"

Steve tilted his head. "A sin? I thought your parents would have explained all this to you by now. Gotten rid of all that religious 'sin' crap that cult shoved into your brain. Wait, you have cum before, boy, haven't you?"

"Just this morning. I woke up and Kay, uh, ohhhhh, Kayyynellll, she was sucking me, in her sleep. Mom and dad don't know. Oh, please don't tell on us."

Steve blew another load into the machine just as the fully processed 'milk' from his last batch started to trickle into the milk bottles. "Oh, they know already. I'd bet good money they brought you here so we could help explain your heritage now that you two are active."

Ben gripped the wall next to him tight, almost falling over. "Ohh, it's too small. My knot, it hurts my knot."

Steve flipped off the pump and released the pressure valve. "You have a knot too? Well, I've got connectors meant to handle knots, I just didn't know you would need it. We'll figure out which for breakfast. Now, if you haven't had the talk yet,... did they send you to get me for something?"

Ben slowly slipped the tube off of his sore cock. "Yeah, Aunt Silver wants you to come swimming with us."

"Ok" Uncle Steve picked up an old corded telephone and clicked the receiver a couple times. "Yes love, I've got Obi-Wan here with me. Just bring our towels to the pond. We'll be there soon."