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Dusty Tracks

Part 1 - The Ranch

By Corvis

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Speeding down the sage-brush-lined road, dry wind buffeted the sides of the tour bus. Peering past the blur of the roadside Charlotte gazed towards the far horizon. Sharp crags of the northern mountains reached into the pale blue sky. Snow tucked itself into the wrinkles of the jutting rock faces, somehow hiding from the heat at its extreme altitude.

Everything out of the window looked dream-like and foreign to her. She was a long way from the bustle of the city. Taking in the majestic pinnacles, Charlotte wondered how the pancake-flat arid desert with its brambles and twisted small trees could give rise to such majestic edifices.

Glancing at her phone her maps app said it would be a couple more hours before they arrived. It seemed like the bus was already in the middle of nowhere enough for the ranch to be just over the next gentle incline. Pushing her face against the glass she tried to peer into the far horizon but couldn't get a good enough view of the road stretching in front of them.

"Recalculating...Continue straight for...one hundred eighty-four miles." The phone chimed loudly in her paws.

"Oh! Oh crap!" Gasping in surprise Charlotte fumbled to cancel the turn-by-turn directions. She must have hit the button accidentally. Her whole body was shivering in a mix of anticipation and...the other thing. Gulping, her anxious stomach churning.

"Strung as tight as a banjo wire aren't ya?" The well-dressed middle-aged bobcat in the seat next to her drawled. "You're on the right bus that's for sure. Place'll clear that right up." The cat grinned with a sharply-toothed smile. "I do this every year, gets me some time away from the missus and kits." The cat added, leaning back, stretching his arms above his head. His sharp claws emerged from his fingers before retracting into his paws. Charlotte instinctively recoiled in her seat, pushing her body against the large glass window a bit more tightly. It was always hard for her to repress her baser instincts when it came to predator species.

"Y-yeah I guess so." She squeaked regaining some composure, forcing herself back into a more normal seating position through sheer will. Shouting silently at the ancestral voices in her head to be quiet.

Charlotte did her best to smile back, before turning back to the window her face flushed under her fur. It was one thing to book the trip online it was another to actually be here, doing it. Hearing somebody discuss the ranch so openly was an unwritten taboo in her mind, who could be so open about something so..so personal?

Now that she had some time to think she had no idea what kind of people a place like this attracted. The bus was full to the brim, a mix of different species, big and small but she was too embarrassed to peer too closely at any of the passengers to make out their sex, attire, or even ages, trying to preserve their anonymity in her mind. Aside from the forced interaction with her seatmate who she had exchanged hardly a full sentence during the already lengthy ride.

Brushing the drooping length of her long ears with her paws she did her best to calm the bubbling anxiety growing in her already-soured stomach. Squirming in her seat, peering at the horizon moving slowly in the distance she knew the ranch was still a long way away.

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"Here we go!" her neighbor chimed cheerily. The bus lurched, turning left off the desert highway. Speeding down a long dirt road a plume of dust blew behind them, coating the sagebrush.

Driving over a small wooden bridge the bus shuddered and vibrated. The deep desert chasm home to a very small clear-running stream. Peppering its banks was the only lush green vegetation Charlotte had seen for hours.

"That's the 'River' in 'Riverview'? God!" One of the passengers in front of her exclaimed, their triangular ears twitching.

"You did the research for this, right? I can't believe you talked me into this." The passenger's seatmate hissed angrily. She wasn't an expert on relationships but even she could tell things were not so good between those too. Charlotte was glad of her relatively drama-free life when she heard interactions like that.

The driveway stretched on and on. She couldn't imagine a longer driveway existed in the world. Looking around the desert looked unremarkable. If there was a view here they would need binoculars to see it.

Catching a glimpse of the ranch's white-shingled main house between the two front seats her heart began to speed up in her chest. Standing shakily on her seat-numb legs she tried to make out more but the cacophony of ears and headphones make it near impossible to see more until they got off the bus.

Setting back down she set to wrangling her huge ears. Producing a scrunchie from the back of her jeans she expertly looped it around her ears' unruly length, pinning them behind her head. She never liked the feeling of the soft elastic band on their sensitive flesh, but constant ear management was part of being a hare.

The large bus slid into an oversized parking spot. Charlotte was amazed at how many cars were already there. She and apparently all the other passengers were anxious to get off the bus as they all stood up nearly at once, bracing themselves in the small seat alcoves, heads tilting under the largely empty overhead baggage bins.

Filing out into the aisle far too slowly for her liking Charlotte couldn't get out of the bus quickly enough.

"Ouch! Ouch! So hot!" She winced, hopping in place, alternating feet touching the ground. Her shoes exposed her large toes enough that they grazed the evidently near-molten gravel of the parking lot. The burning ground was a small price to pay to escape the confines of the coach.

Squinting, covering her brow with her paw, dazzling-bright light reflected brightly off the bus directly into her eyes. Small, annoying muscle stitches from the long ride stabbed her legs after the sudden movement. Twisting from side to side, stretching out her long legs, she attempted to loosen herself up. Her heavy breasts jiggled and pushed against the insides of her arms, a constant reminder of their presence. Raising her paws to the sky, back cracking, she let out a small moan of pleasure. She was here!

All the people began to gather in front of the largest and most prominent farmhouse. Following them she was soon encircled by the crowd, pushing her towards the porch of the large house.

"Ok welcome, welcome everybody!" A commanding female voice shouted over the din of conversations. A voluptuous female fox walked down the steps. She was adorned with a blue-green checkered shirt tightly tied across her deep and very exposed cleavage. Her scant top exposed the creamy white fur of her toned midriff. Below that she wore a pair of incredibly short low-riding cut-off jeans that hugged the curves of her body so tightly it looked like she was born with them on. Her every footstep rang with the jingle of spurs that adorned the long leather boots that wrapped the upper part of her padded feet.

"We have quite a group today! As you all probably know, this is Riverview Ranch, one of the premier pleasure ranches in the entire western district!" The vixen stared at her directly, winking briefly before looking at the rest of the crowd that had coalesced around her.

Charlotte froze in her tracks. That couldn't be right, there was no reason for the fox to single her out. There was nothing special about her. Looking around she realized that few, if any, of the other guests were prey species. She couldn't smell or spot a hare, let alone a rabbit, shrew, mouse, or squirrel. Most of them the other guests were predator species. She had made a big mistake. This place wasn't for her. This was all wrong. Feeling very small the sound of the world around her was muted save for the heavy beating of her heart mixed with a screeching white noise filling her sensitive ears.

"....farm hands will be coming by to assign you to your bunkhouses, enjoy your stay!" The fox wrapped up before entering the crowd for some sort of meet-and-greet. The sound of the world faded back into focus. She didn't know how long she had been standing there. The crowd started to dissipate. She realized hadn't heard any of the introduction. She felt her eyes well up and her face redden under her brown-speckled fur.

"Ma'am? Hello Ma'am?"

"Huh?" Charlotte turned. Casting a long shadow, something immensely tall eclipsed the sun behind her.

"Are you Charlotte Taylor?"

"Y...yes," she stuttered, still trying to find her bearings while turning towards the figure.

"Are you sure? It looks like you aren't sure." The caramel-colored bull smiled, exposing his wide, flat teeth. Charlotte could only stare in stunned silence. She had never met a bull before.

"Just joshing wit' ya'!" he laughed. The bull clapped her back with a wide powerful hand. The air in her lungs was forcefully expunged seemingly all at once, her heavy breasts left jiggling from the impact.

"I'm Chase, nice to meetcha'," he extended his large hand expectantly. She gasped, catching her breath before hesitantly taking it more out of habit than wanting to shake the monstrously large bull's hand.

"I'm new here, but I'll make sure you get all set up nice and special. Don't get many rabbits around here I'm told. They also say I talk too much, I'm not talking too much am I?" Chase's smile seemed to widen across his wide chestnut-furred face.

"No, no it's fine." Charlotte couldn't help but crack a small smile, her spirits beginning to lift a bit, even if she would need surgery to reattach her aching arm after that handshake.

"Follow me then ma'am! I'll show you to your room" Chase jumped to his duty, beginning to briskly walk away from her. The full assault of the sun's intensity blasted her face once again. Her vision went searing white before she could divert her eyes.

"Hey wait!" She yelled, trying to sprint after him while partially blinded. Racing to catch up she barely stopped herself from crashing into a fence. Her long legs were made for speed, but she didn't have many opportunities to use them in the city.

Rubbing her eyes she caught up to Chase just as he began to describe the various white-shingled buildings. His description was a mile-a-minute and impossible for her to track much of what was being said. To her all the buildings looked about the same, she didn't know how she was going to navigate the ramshackle maze of large farm buildings without a guide.

Soon they found themselves surrounded by small cabins arranged around a central gathering area. A large barn that dwarfed the main house sat on the other side of the gathering area. Its red facade was battered from wind and sun which now took on the color of sun-burnt wood. The whirlwind tour was cut short when the bull abruptly came to a stop in front of one of the small white cabins.

"Here you are, ma'am!" Chase exclaimed, producing a small brass key from a ring attached to his belt. Charlotte found herself breathing hard, her large breasts rapidly rising and falling atop her chest. Sitting in an office all day was doing her no favors despite her body's natural athleticism.

"Just give me a sec..." she huffed. Leaning over and bracing her paws on her knees trying to catch her breath. The arid baking-hot air was taking its toll already. Her breasts hadn't felt so heavy on her chest since she was a little girl. The combination of her fur with the many layers she sported over them was smoothing her.

Sweat was matting itself to her skin. She was suddenly very hot. Much hotter than she had any right to be. Muzzle parting, she breathed faster. The cups of her large bra grew increasingly uncomfortable against her heavy breasts. Cursing the weight pressing into the bra, she tried to adjust herself without drawing the bull's attention. Everything was suddenly so out of sorts.

Fighting the desire to strip down to her bare fur she pulled the length of her ears along the sides of her face. Fanning her uncommonly large ears through the air she tried to calm her breathing. Sweat continued to percolate from her fur to soak the area between her boobs and down her back. The beat of her heart drummed in her chest and found its way downwards, lower and lower until it was pulsing in her lower lips.

The normally loose jeans were far too tight, only increasing her intense discomfort. Trying not to draw attention to herself she wiggled in her constricting pants while Chase was looking away, the bull saying something having to do with her room.

Plucking at the waistband just above her pert tail she did her best to hide the much-needed adjustment. Managing to give her crotch a modicum of breathing room she sighed, finally catching her breath enough to follow the large bull through the scattering of weather-beaten white-siding-covered buildings. Biting her lower lip, she hoped the wetness she felt growing between her legs was sweat. Despite the heat emanating from beneath her fur, she couldn't suppress a sudden shudder.

It had been more than two weeks since she had stopped taking her heat pills. It was the first time she had been off of them, well...ever. It was common knowledge that, unlike many species that only had to deal with their estrus seasonally, hares were always in heat past a certain age. Her parents had told her she couldn't live properly without them. Despite her unremarkable teenage rebellion she only knew of one person in her class that dared to go off of them. It wasn't even three days before they had to forcibly strap the newly buxom deer to a stretcher and take her away. She could still remember her needful moaning, her swelling body writhing against its constraints. It was a lesson she took to heart. Her parents told her that the deer's family had moved away, but Charlotte always wondered. Even the frequent commercials for cereal had a government-mandated warning that no matter your diet it was no replacement for taking your heat or rut pills.

Fighting off a few sudden urges at home in the days leading up to her visit to the ranch Charlotte could swear she could feel the long-dormant hormones flooding her body, working in overdrive, roiling in her blood. Headaches and deep muscle aches weren't uncommon in the evenings, bouts of near-manic energy followed up by deep lethargy were a daily occurrence. It was cold-turkey withdrawal as far as she could tell.

Nobody in her family knew what she was doing for fear that their objections would make her think twice about her spontaneous and rash plan. She had already gone so far out of her comfort zone that she was in another hemisphere, she didn't want to make it all for anything by having her parents talk her out of it.

She had to do this. Her paws curled into fists of determination, the manicured claws capping her fingers dug into her palms. The stinging pain brought the world back to the forefront. Blinking, she refocused on the young bull's deep voice.

"Well, that's the basic layout of the ranch." The bovine finished pointing at a long white-sided building that looked much like the others. Charlotte had been so in her own mind that she had missed the huge bovine's well-rehearsed tour. "Now let's get you out of this burnin' sun! Please let me know if you have any questions or anythin', I'm just down the row, last door on your right. And here we are, two-oh-five, your room ma'am!" The large bovine exclaimed, producing a small brass key from a ring attached to his belt, his long ropey tail swishing behind him. Fumbling with the loose lock he struggled to get it to open.

Charlotte wanted nothing more than to burst past him into the shade of the room, she couldn't stand the heat of the harsh desert sun a moment longer. Desperate for the bulls tour to be over her muzzle parting in a fast pant. She tried to stop herself but couldn't, panting was as undignified as eating with your mouth open in her family. Her fur and clothes were nearly soaked through. The long arduous hours-long ride to the ranch wasn't air-conditioned and the tightness of her clothes wasn't helping matters. The heat made her fur feel like it was in danger of catching fire. The long strands of her speckled brown and black coat and the layers of clothes she sported atop it was smothering her.

"Can you please...hurry...I-" she huffed suddenly feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her. Stumbling forward she found a rough wooden porch column to support her. She could swear she could feel her bones moving inside of her, creaking against each other. Her hips tightened, pressing into the waist of the jeans. Leaning her body against the column she grabbed her knees with her paws, trying to steady herself. Plucking at the modest cut of her shirt she tried to aerate her chest. Her breasts were suddenly unusually heavy. The vertigo wasn't just a result of the temperature, throbbing pulses of hot blood were rushing through her pussy. She could feel her heart beating harder in her lower lips which pressed insistently into the wet fabric of her panties. The arid baking-hot air burned her lungs. Her breasts had never felt so smothering before.

"Oh hey! You ok? Heat too much?" He asked quickly, concerned. "Let's get you inside and get you cooled down," Chase offered. Charlotte could only weakly nod her head. Chase smashed the key into the lock, something sounded like it broke inside but the door swung open all the same. He offered a hand to help carry her but she pushed it away, she wasn't that out of it, yet. Following him in, her eyes adjusted to the relatively dim light of the room. Charlotte wiped her still-panting face with the back of her hand, sweat pooling under her fur, and between her breasts shifted and dripped off of her like a little waterfall. Her bulky dark-purple hoodie and the layers she had on under it weren't doing her any favors.

Looking up with still sun-bleared eyes she got a good look at the bovine. He had said his name was....Chad? No, something like Chase... she thought she remembered. Chase was big even for a bull. His fur was a light reddish-brown, almost the color of the hot sandy dirt outside. The pair of long black horns sprouting from the sides of his head looked like a vicious coat rack. A wide stripe of white cleaved the area between his eyes down to his mottled pink and black nose. He wore a beaten leather vest over what looked like a finely-pressed blue long-sleeve shirt. The bull's thick bony ankles were entirely bare, his long feet capped with enormous well-weathered obsidian hooves. By his general calm and collected demeanor, she could tell the heat of the sun and air wasn't affecting him at all.

His dark canvas pants fit his legs tightly and were buckled with a large silver oval adorned with the ranch's logo and an etching of the nearby 'river' they had crossed on the drive in. Her eyes came to rest on the obscene bulge in the crotch of the bovine's pants, the protuberance extending well past the circumference of his belt. The room was surprisingly cool and if nothing else it was shaded. Charlotte felt a million times better almost immediately but was still trying to put herself back together after being in the oven outside.

Wiping her muzzle with her hand she couldn't stop thinking or stealing glances at the bull's enormous bulge. How big was he? How did he walk with so much weight between his legs? A hundred other questions jumbled in her mind, each growing more lurid. A rush of something tingly started between her legs and made its way up her back, forming goose-bumps on her skin despite the wet fur clinging to it. The back of her neck prickled. The feeling washed over her head, feeling dizzy again, her cheeks grew hot.

"Oh! Ahh!" Hugging her sides she could barely suppress a moan as a sudden gush of unwelcome wetness formed between her legs. Her breasts strained against her bra, growing tighter. Biting her lower lip she couldn't look away from the bovine's crotch. As embarrassing as it was her eyes drank in the bovine's immense gifts. A battle between her mind and instincts roiled inside of her. Realizing what she was doing she opened her mouth, starting to apologize. Her cheeks somehow grew even hotter under her fur. Chase interjected before she could utter a coherent syllable. She never felt quite at ease around larger species and had never actually been this close to bull or any massively-endowed male without her pills before...

"It's not much but it's yours for the full three weeks ma'am, use it as much or as little as you want. Here let me get you some ice water," the bull offered, pouring some water from a condensation-soaked pitcher sitting near a large welcome basket full of flowers and local treats. Charlotte drank greedily, finishing the cup in mere moments, her limp fluffy tail springing back to life behind her. The cold burned her throat but he was right, it did help. She had hoped the cold water would put out the heat in her veins like a cold shower but no such luck, the pulsing between her legs was still there, still making her push her thighs together. Chase refilled her cup as soon as she had finished, she drank the second one greedily as the first.

"Somebody will bring your bags by in a little bit, you'll hear the bell for grub...I mean dinner, it starts at six...let me see..." Chase tapped his hoof while scratching his broad-furred chin.

Charlotte knew she should be asking some questions at this point, but her body was in active rebellion against her. Despite the heat, or maybe because of it she noticed her nipples were erect atop her modest set of breasts. Looking down, to her horror, she saw that her nubs were visible through all her sweat-soaked layers. Her bra, t-shirt, and sweatshirt did little to hide her embarrassment. Hugging her arms across her chest she tried to hide her body's reaction. She knew it only drew attention to what was happening but she couldn't think of anything else to do. If she didn't know better she could swear she could feel her breasts growing larger, pressing more their jiggling expanse against her forearms. Eyes gravitating back to the bull's package she saw it shift and swell beneath the fabric. Shaking her head she told herself she just wanted to rest and take care of the growing effects of being off her heat meds by herself. Before she could usher the bull out of the small room Chase turned toward her.

"I know you haven't gotten settled in yet, but I saw you looking down here," Chase said, patting the outline of his junk with a thick-fingered hand. "Would you like to...have a look? I don't got too much time so just some touchy stuff. I know it's early still ma'am but I can see what a way you are in and all," the bull almost looked bashful.

"Wait...what do you mean?!" Charlotte squeaked. She never misheard people due to the size and sensitivity of her long ears, but the wires in her head had just been crossed.

"Would you like to see, you know, my *ahem*?" Chase asked, clearing his throat, sparing her by not saying the words out loud. Seeing her hesitancy he immediately recoiled. "It's fine if you don't want to, I'll just head out ma'am, and get you those bags," the bull said with an apologetic tone. Gulping Charlotte was beyond conflicted. Just the question was inflaming her loins more than she thought possible. Was she horny? Is this what being horny felt like? Everything was hot, her mind turning to mush. Butterflies filled her stomach and wetness was beginning to leak out of her like a faucet. The delicate fur coating her womanhood was soon growing slick with fluid.

"It's ok, it's a lot all at once comin' from the big city. I understand ma'am," the bull started to leave.

"No, wait, I- I wou...I would," Charlotte felt the words catch and jumble into each other as they left her throat. She cursed herself, what was she doing?! She should have let him go, but it was too late now, she was committed and too embarrassed to say otherwise.

"Oh? You sure ma'am?" The bull turned towards her, giving her another out. His package seemed even more imposing now, facing her again. She couldn't take her eyes off of it, it was definitely growing in size.

"Y-yes," she felt like a stranger had taken over her vocal cords. She was never like this. She had never seen any guy's junk on purpose, except online, and with the pill's effects, she found the shape and size of the variety of male organs gross. This was totally different. Gulping, she knew it was what she had signed up for, it was what the ranch did, what it was for. She had to commit eventually if she was going to do this, it may as well be on the first day. Like pulling off a bandage all at once, no matter how much it hurt your fur.

The bull nodded and began to disrobe efficiently. Peeling the pants off of his hips the tall bovine grunted. Unzipping the long fly containing his copious nether regions his visibly firm balls bounced out of the pants as soon as they were able. He wasn't wearing any underwear as far as she could tell, exposing her immediately to his male-hood faster than she expected. Clearing the meat between his legs, his trousers slipped down over his hips with an alarming speed. The swell of his furry muscled calves arrested the falling garment before it could hit the floor.

It took her a moment to process what she was seeing. The equipment between his legs looked impossibly large, even on a bull as big as Chase. The thick folds of a sheath were pulling back to reveal a growing monster of a penis, sitting atop a set of pendulous oval-shaped balls so big that they jockeyed for position and pressed into his muscular upper thighs. A small tuft of fur accentuated the lowest cleft of his testicles. A trickle of visible wetness leaked from the lower rim of the bovine's sheath, the flesh jiggling with his movements. Knowing what it was from videos wasn't the same as seeing the real thing, not at all. His long ropey tail flicked and swayed behind him only drawing attention to how much of its length his pendulous balls occluded.

"Well, whaddya think?" Chase chuckled, plucking at his tightening sheath with a thick finger before groping one of his balls with a wet snort of his wide nose. "Take yer time, I mostly walk around like this anyway, them itchy pants are so we don't distract folks coming off the bus, you won't believe how fast some folks want to get to it." Kicking the pooled pants off his hooves into the air, he caught it deftly and slung it over his log-like neck and shoulders. Snorting through his wide muzzle and scratching the expanse of his right testicle with a large hand only accentuating its size.

Time froze. Charlotte stood there, unable to look away from the bottomless bovine. Heart racing, her eyes were transfixed poured over every part, every crevice of the bovine's immense package. The distinct musky sweet smell of him, no longer constrained by his pants filled her nose. Without thinking, paws trembling, she found herself instinctively rubbing her crotch of her shorts with the palm of her hand. They were so tight and she was throbbing so much... She had never been this close to a male's bare tool before. Nostrils flaring, the more she breathed in the bull's acrid-sweet scent the more intoxicating it became, she wanted to take in more of it.

A normal part of being in the world was getting used to and blocking out the cacophony of smells of all the species you worked with or even walked by on a daily basis. But this was focused and intense in a way walking down a busy street never was. The species on the ranch were foreign to her too, many of them uncommon or entirely absent in the city. The sex scent filling her twitching nose was like nothing she had ever encountered before. Without thinking, her paw was pressing against the middle of the tightly secured zipper covering her privates and began to knead, a low moan made its way out of her mouth. Her cleavage felt like it was deepening beneath her sweatshirt, the fabric pulling tight along the sides of her breasts. The sensation was intoxicatingly delicious. Withdrawing her paw and hugging her chest, she recoiled in horror at what she was doing.

"I-I can't, I ahhhh!! I'm not, I don't, I-I-" Mind skipping like a broken record, she couldn't believe she had touched herself in front of a very large, very male, stranger she had just met. But her body felt so hot, the throbbing of her lower folds and increasing wetness was approaching maddening. With her left arm still covering her breasts, she clenched her right paw into a fist. Charlotte could barely stop herself from trying to touch herself again. Fabric dragged across her nipples, sending shudders down her spine. When had her breasts become so sensitive? This wasn't her. She wasn't like this, was she? Frustrated tears winced from the corners of her eyes. Heart beating a million beats a minute Charlotte didn't know what to do.

"Aww shucks, don't need to get all embarrassed-like, it's okay to get all hot and bothered, it's a pleasure ranch after all." The bull smiled, approaching her. "Don't have to just look ya-know, you wanna touch it?" Chase asked, Charlotte stepped half a step backward at the advance, afraid to get too close to the enormous tool that presented itself in front of her. "It's what we're here for ma'am, take yer time," the bull smiled, standing his ground. He was still close enough that she could see the head of the bull's cock pushing past the folds of his immense sheath. Chase was so tall his horns almost touched the ceiling. Her jutting rock-hard nipples that began to throb under her bra barely reached mid-way up the bull's rippling abdominal muscles.

Eyes captured entirely by his package she began biting her lower lip with her bucked teeth, wondering in disbelief what it would feel like to hold the bull's enormous balls in her paws. Just the thought of touching him caused the pulsing in her loins to grow worse, forcing her legs together with a gasp. The strain on her hoodie from her breast's growing weight began to move the zipper downward, revealing her rapidly rising and falling bosom. She had never had thoughts like this. She didn't know where such dirty thoughts were coming from but they felt primal, almost instinctual from somewhere deep inside her mind. The pulsing of her vagina, constriction of her swelling chest, and the bull's package was making it hard to think, hard to focus.

"So whatcha think?" Chase prodded, stepping slowly closer, he was almost on top of her now. She was both repulsed and tempted by his offer, her mind listing towards temptation. His male hood...penis...cock, there were no words she had for how obscene the bull's crotch was, began to emerge from its dark home, stretching the skin of his sheath tighter by the second. Leaking clear fluid from a large slit in its tip, the veiny pink column of flesh extended outward, bending downward as it throbbed longer and heavier by the second. The tool pulsed and jiggled with what she could only assume were the bull's own powerful heartbeats.

"I-I'm a little pent up myself ma'am, if you get my-ahhh! meaning. And you're just-you're very hot if you don't mind me sayin so." Chase snorted, stamping a cleft hoof on the floor so hard that the cabin shook, making her jump and causing his balls and cock to jiggle in front of him. Soon the bull's tool had stopped growing, the sheer length of him caused a gasp to escape her chest. The bull had to be more than a foot long but she was in no state to judge accurately. Little voices in the back of her head were screaming at each other, that this couldn't be happening, that she should go for it. Nothing like this ever happened to her.

As if in response Chase let out a long lowing "MMOOHHHH!" The long column of flesh trembled with every movement of Chase's large chestnut-furred body. His huge semi-flaccid cock, its length drooping towards the floor began to rise upward with a series of jerking motions. In moments the bull's urethra faced directly, its opening oozing clear viscous liquid. Grabbing its base with his large hands Chase began massaging his rising cock in front of her. The fluid leaking from the tapered tip of his enormous column grew in volume, dripping in a small river down his length before coursing down his heavy testicles. Charlotte's body was immobilized. The smell of him, his lubrication, every inch of penis jutting from his crotch, intensified. Charlotte's nasal cavities were saturated with his musk, making it hard to think about anything else.

"Oh! Ohhhhh..." Charlotte groaned. She was growing wetter and hotter between her legs than she knew was possible. Chest jutting outward her t-shirt strained across her breasts which were practically spilling out of her hoodie. Her eyes widened, her tits were so large! It had to be a trick of the light or too much time in the sun. The denim of the jeans was sticking to her lower lips in a way that let her know that they were probably showing a wet spot marking her opening. The walls of her pussy spasmed suddenly. Letting out a low moan a trickle of her lubricant made its way all the way down her right thigh's dense fur before escaping its confines to drip onto her long foot.

She didn't know how long she spent watching the bull grapple his bovine-hood, making lowing, mooing groans. Even with no experience in situations like this, she could tell that Chase was trying to show off to her. It didn't take much to impress her, even with her limited knowledge she knew Chase's tool was abnormally huge. Gripping his enormous balls he kneaded their firm expanse, lifting them towards her before letting them fall back against his thighs. Wrapping his large hands around the base of his cock he demonstrated how even with their size they were unable to grip the entirety of his circumference. She couldn't take her eyes off the bull masturbating himself in her room, her body losing control.

"Please mrooahh! It don't bite none. M-moahhh!" Chase grunted a bit more urgently, his large flat teeth visibly clenching in his muzzle. His eyes locked onto her, drinking in her body hungrily. A fresh gush of pre leaked from his tool, splatting wetly on the floor between them. "Ain't too often I get all urgh! Worked up like this. Yer just so hot."

"I-I..." Charlotte had no words to answer, everything was happening so fast. Frozen in place, unable to retreat or advance Charlotte stood there. The way Chase's enormous cock reached towards his pecs she knew there was no way she could fit something as big as that in her body. Even with the embarrassing practice, she had been engaging in for the past couple of weeks, there was no way. It was impossible.

Every muscle in her body was screaming out for her to try anyway. Her mind spiraled into what it must feel like to be spread wide, the heat of it skewering her. The thought of it filled her mind. Drool leaked from the corner of her mouth, her bucked teeth biting her lower lip. Her paw began to knead her crotch again, pushing her panties nearly inside her. Arm pressing harder against her breasts, still trying to hide her enormously erect nipples. Her t-shirt was being dragged slowly outward by her jutting breasts, it v-neck stretching to reveal more and more of her cleavage, digging into the back of her neck in the process. Unconsciously her hips began gyrating her wet crotch into her hands. Chase was driving her insane, her right foot began to stomp against the floor rhythmically, faster and faster. Her breathing had sped up to a nearly panicked cadence.

"Ahhh! It's too-I'm so- it's too-" Everything was so hot. Too hot. And spinning. The bones in her hips audibly cracked, her pelvis slightly widening. The stitching in the jeans straining to near its breaking point. Teetering and then staggering the floor fell out from beneath her swelling frame. Crashing backward into a tall bookcase behind she gasped, the wind knocked from her lungs. A sharp pain lanced into her back and head, her fur doing nothing to cushion the impact. Landing hard on the floor a small library of falling books and brochures pelted her from above. The world collapsing to a single bright point before going dark.

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"Ma'am? Ma'am!!!" Chase was over her, shaking her shoulders gently as she opened her eyes.

"Huh? Where...what happened?" Charlotte groaned, not remembering where she was for a moment, her limbs were heavy and sluggish. The bull's still erect member still leaking pre-cum over its tapered team prodded the underside of her breasts through her sweat-soaked t-shirt. Pain clawing at the back of her head brought her back to clarity.

"You took a bad spill ma'am, are you ok?" Chase said with concern, pulling back to give her some breathing room. The sharp smell of the bull's malehood still filled every deep breath. His increasingly flaccid cock bobbed madly in front of him, leaking enormous dollops of his lubrication onto the floor with a series of wet splats.

"Y..yeah I think so," Charlotte said, rubbing her head before getting up off the floor on shaky legs with Chase's assistance. His hand pulling her upright exposed his enormous strength. Realizing that the heat had been knocked out of her for the moment it left her with a wet crotch and more than a little regret. Charlotte knew that she had tried to go too fast.

"I don't...think I am ready for this yet," she said, bracing herself with the very bookshelf she had nearly toppled over. Her eyes gravitated back toward the bull's waning cock. A wet trail had formed on the rough wooden floor in front of him, she couldn't help but look away from the wet spots in embarrassment.

"No problem, ma'am, was a long shot anyway, you're gonna find your folk here, for sure." The bull smiled a wide sad grin, she could tell he was disappointed. She began reaching out a hand to comfort him, but she realized it may make him think she was reaching for his...stuff. Imagining little her, comforting a huge bull like him made her feel inadequate to the task.

"It's ok, I'll be ok. I'm fine, really just fine."

"Sure you are ok?" He asked again, obviously concerned.

"Yeah, yeah I'll be ok," she assured him speaking a bit too quickly.

"I can visit back later if you want..." he added.

"Yeah...maybe...I....let me get settled in first," Charlotte grappled from the bookshelf onto the small nearby table for support, her legs still shaky. Maybe she wasn't as recovered as she thought.

"If you need anything just holler, I mean it," Chase said looking at her with large brown eyes full of concern.

"Nghh...I'm fine," she assured him. "If I could get a little privacy..." she winced, seeing his eyes traveling to her own wet crotch. Without looking she was sure that her jeans were showing the contours of her lower lips to the bull. Pressing her thighs together and covering herself with her hands she did her best to conceal her embarrassing privates.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so-" Charlotte half-sobbed. Self-consciousness leaked out of every pore like she had wandered into a board meeting at her company naked. Not only had she done one of the most private things in the world in front of this bull but she had become so overwhelmed by his...size that something had happened to her...that made her pass out. Legs shaking she grasped her long ears and pulled them down in front of her face, hiding her eyes and most of her muzzle behind them.

Her ears were always her shelter when things got stressful when she was young. With her ears had a private room wherever she was. With three sisters and two brothers, things could get very stressful. She had tried to stop doing it now that she was on her own, but it was an old habit, like a baby blanket she couldn't give up.

"P-please go." She knew how she must look to Chase which only made her pull her ears tighter.

"Oh...ok." Chase said with understandable bewilderment. There was a pregnant pause. She could tell he was going to say something but his mouth closed before she heard him turn on his hooves.

Charlotte looked out past her ears to see the bull trudge down the stairs with a series of loud clops. His heavy footsteps shook the small wooden room. The bull's bare, enormous round rear cheeks were framed by his shirt and limp dejected tail. Chase's huge free-swinging balls hung low enough to be visible between his muscular thighs as he left. Leaving the shaded protection of the porch his whole body became saturated by blinding sunshine that glistened off his fur.

What Chase must think of her... Letting out a deep breath she wasn't aware she was holding. Releasing her ears she wiped her surprisingly wet eyes. She didn't even realize she had been near-crying. She had gotten so close to Chase, closer than she had ever gotten before. A sudden pregnancy was the last thing she wanted or needed.

She had done her research, double and triple checking that there weren't any male hares at the ranch, the last thing she wanted was to come out of her trip with a stomach laden with babies. Cross-breeding between species was so rare it wasn't worth consideration. But with balls as large as Chase's she wondered if it was possible given enough chances if he could... Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she quickly closed the door the bull had left open.

Sighing heavily she sat tiredly on the edge of the bed. Staring into space, looking at nothing in particular she just sat there, trying to get her bearings. What bits of her clothes she hadn't soaked in sweat from the tour she had soaked...in other ways. The cooling uncomfortable wetness deeper between her legs a mortifying reminder. All her sensitive areas felt agitated, pressured, and constrained by her clothes.

Being off the heat drug was supposed to cause swelling but she hadn't noticed anything strange or notable until arriving at the ranch. Now it seemed like her body was determined to put her through her second puberty all at once. She was already wearing her loosest comfortable weekend clothing and it was already so clingy and tight. Waning confidence in her plan polluted her thoughts. The clarity she had to visit the pleasure ranch seemed ill-advised given her current condition, but she was committed now.

Glancing at the windows to make sure nobody else would see her in her current state she began to disrobe. Her sweat-stained purple hoodie was the first to go, her breasts had already halfway unzipped the soaked garment. Gripping the soft fleshy undersides of her breasts she weighed them with interest. They were definitely bigger and heavier too. Her hands could barely get around them now. Her shirt and bra were constricting them quite a bit and she worried about what she would find when she revealed exactly what was happening to her chest.

The tight white t-shirt under it came off next, hoisting it over her ears she gasped as it struggled to make its way over her breasts. That had never happened before. Even the dulled sensation of the fabric moving over her nipples still safely ensconced in her bra sent a zap of pleasure down her spine and into her wet crotch. Gasping at the sensation, she almost doubled over. Her breasts had never been so sensitive before. Looking down at herself she realized the cups of her already decently-sized bra seemed insufficient to hold back such big breasts.

Not quite ready to face how big her girls had gotten she concentrated on getting out of her jeans. Drawing the pants down past her wide hips she maneuvered her pert tail through its opening. Getting out of her hot wet clothes felt so good she couldn't stop her tail from wiggling behind her. Even the relative heat of the room felt cool on her soaking fur.

Down to her underwear, she finally got a chance to recover a little bit. But as if they had a mind all their own she noticed how her heavy breasts were pushing insistently into her bra. She was used to having manageable if unremarkable breasts about the size of a couple of ripe grapefruits. But being off the pills was doing things to her, making her body change and grow. Her breasts had easily grown at least twenty percent larger since she got off the bus. She couldn't think of any fruits they were the equivalent to at the moment, maybe a small melon of some sort?

She couldn't stop thinking about what being off the pills was doing to her. An ill-advised game with her brothers and sisters when she was younger had her sifting through the side table next to her parent's bed, in the process she had realized at an early age how high of a dose her mother was regularly ingesting. Laying beneath the well-worn nudey magazine her sisters had dared her to steal was an enormous segmented tray of the small yellow pills, marked with days of the week. Each day was at least a dozen pills, maybe more.

During her first birds and the bees talk with her mother she brought it up. It was a little more than awkward. According to her mother, the small yellow pills were all that kept hares like her from having sex with everything and anybody. Ever since learning that thinking or talking about sex made Charlotte a bit nervous, she didn't want to lose herself or become a sex-crazed monster. The way her mother told it she had only been off the pills once herself and five months later she had her siblings and her. Charlotte didn't dig too deeply but she could tell that talking about that time made her mother strangely wistful. She had never seen her mother bite her lower lip like that before or since.

Her father wasn't forthcoming with more information either, causing her to build up her own ideas of what would happen if she was ever off the pills. A tall slender hare, he wasn't the best communicator, to begin with, he was even worse when it came to sex. She couldn't even imagine her father mating with anybody, his delicate pecks on his mother's cheeks were about as spicy as things got in her house. Her aunts and uncles always told her that she took after him the most, her slender body forgoing her mother's buxom figure.

Walking around the room she plucked at her unremarkable white panties trying to extricate them from the deep chasm between her rounded butt cheeks, the fabric was wedged incredibly tightly after sitting for hours on the bus. The more she succeeded in fishing her underwear out from her butt the tighter it pressed against her front as if it had shrunken from her ordeal with Chase. Grunting in frustration she gave up on un-thonging her wet panties.

The room was well-appointed if a bit sparse now that she was getting a good look, they definitely didn't expect her to be spending a lot of time in there. Rifling through some activity pamphlets near the welcome basket her right paw idly moved to the front of her panties, doing its best to separate the wet fabric from her flesh. The pamphlets contained a wide range of euphemisms and not particularly subtle language. The one that caught her eye, mostly due to the beautiful picture of a desert landscape, was titled "Knocking Boots at Sunset".

Opening the pamphlet she found her free paw dragging itself along the not-so-subtle rise of her labia through the underwear. She could feel that the short fun that coated her entrance was soaked through. Glancing her opening with a light graze sent a shock of unexpected pleasure roiling through her body, forcing a moan to escape her muzzle. Eyes rolling in her head she almost lost her balance again, dropping the brochure which she had opened to a graphic display of couples mating under a setting sun, their partner's legs thrust into the air. Chest shuddering, without thinking her fingers immediately pressed against herself again, replicating the results but even more intensely. She didn't know that she could get so wet.

The touch of her fingers between her legs had never made her feel like this before. Her nerves were like a live wire. Flat stomach sucking in at the sensations ripping through her. Crackling electric tingling threatened to overwhelm her. It thrilled and scared her. Her panties were soon touching the sensitive nub atop her pussy with every moment. That wasn't normal. Fumbling to remove the soaked panties she gingerly rolled them down her thighs. Thick wet sinewy strands of her fluid attached to the crotch of the underwear. Her clit stood to attention above her folds throbbing and angry red. Without thinking she let out a series of pleasured squeaks peering between her legs. Beating hard in her chest her heart drowned out her fear of what was happening to her. Her freed lower lips pulsed between her legs. She leaned over to get a better look. They had never looked so engorged or...enticing before. The fur covering them matted and soaked against her sensitive entrance.

Charlotte let out a moan of frustration, righting herself, breathing hard. She wanted so badly to touch herself but thought better of it. She had no idea when her bags would arrive or if some other ranch activity would start. The welcome, which she was sure was comprehensive was a blur, leaving her disoriented. Grimacing, pretty sure her panties were near see-through at this point. Hoisting the panties back on was worse than taking them off, her whole body shuddered at the sensation of the wet fabric against the entrance to her most sensitive region. She couldn't help rubbing her lips through the fabric, playing with her needful opening.

"Nnnghh!" Charlotte gasped, her pussy felt so swollen and was growing even hotter. Tingles of pleasure coursed through her opening. Eyes widening, her mouth agape, she couldnt repress a sudden moan. Both paws went to her crotch, putting pressure on herself as if that would alleviate the growing heat. The flesh beneath her fingers was thickening, swelling, pressing against itself. Inner walls convulsing she could barely let out a squeak from her straining throat. Her pussy was growing, pushing deeper into her!

"UUUHNNN!!" she moaned, her breasts about ready to burst from the confines of her bra. More wetness pressed out from between her growing lower lips, her panties sinking into the growing chasm. It was her second puberty. It was happening. Paws rubbing her pussy furiously she moaned and writhed, backing into a wall for support. Pleasure coursed through her body, what was happening to her scared her more than a little but it felt too good to care or stop.

Despite the feeling of her heart beating in her crotch, she restrained herself. Drawing her paws from between her legs she took a deep breath, steadying herself using the wall near the bathroom.

"Mmmphh!" Looking down at herself she peered at her newly deepened cleavage. The swelling pressure in her chest didn't go unnoticed. Just as the pressure grew so great she could barely take it her breasts heaved, their soft flesh swelling against her bra. Pushing into the soaked inner pads of her now overly tight bra her nipples were on fire. The brazier's long straps pulled taut by the weight of her breasts which were approaching the size of two ripe melons.

"Ahhhh! Urgh damn it, you things-ahhhh!" she half-muttered half-moaned to herself, massaging the underside of her breasts through the bra. They were so big and so heavy.

"My-uhhh titttss." Charlotte slurred, her breasts spilling out the sides, top, and bottom of the overworked bra. Her breasts were growing into something far bigger and more sensitive than she ever imagined was possible. It was hard to breathe, she wanted the tightening bra off of her before she passed out. Fumbling with the catch brought attention to what a steaming, sticky cloud of moisture her breasts were still swimming in. Looking down at herself, Charlotte couldn't believe this was her body. Second puberty, or "the spurt" wasn't uncommon for people coming off their pills cold turkey, but it rarely happened so suddenly, especially once you were in your twenties. Even with the bra's relatively large cups, she could make out the distinctive rise of her nipples. Her pink areola, previously each only the size of a quarter had grown so large that they outpaced the confines of her underwear.

As if spurred on by her attention, her nipples pulsed in her bra. Squeaking in discomfort and pleasure, Charlotte could only heft her growing breasts in her hands, trying to massage the sensitive flesh. Nipples twisting in their confinement they protruded further and further out, growing rapidly in size and girth. Thighs jiggling she pressed them together over her swollen pussy, letting out a guttural moan. Her insides were on fire.

Stomach sucking in, mouth agape in pleasure she couldn't stop hefting the great balloons of flesh attached to her chest with her paws. Cursing her body her breasts swelled further, straining the bra to its limit. The straps dug into her shoulders. Each of her previously modest tits was now approaching the size of her head. They were bigger than her mothers or any of her sisters by a good margin now. Her paws couldn't stop kneading. How could they be so big?! The bra had to come off and soon. She knew all too well that she had passed the point of no return.

Trying to slow the changes she tapped the most rational and logical parts of herself. Even as she squeaked in pleasure kneading the huge breasts she told herself that they weren't sexy, they were just heavy and big. Lots of people went through this. It just didn't happen all at once like this. A wave of pleasure slammed into her, forcing her body backward against the wall. Bones creaking beneath her muscles she was forced up onto her toes, calves pulled tight, her whole frame began tensing before lengthening at least an inch if not more. Pussy shuddering it pushed ever deeper. It was like a huge fist was slowly opening its fingers deep inside her, right against her cervix.

"AHH!! FUUUHH!" she moaned, head whipping back. Fingers clenching hard in her palms she couldn't take much more. Shaking her head she tried to concentrate, pushing it back down. "It's j-just a side effect...It's just a side effahh!" she screamed out, writhing against the wall. The heat between her legs and wetness streaming down the fur of her inner thighs was driving her insane. Aching back straining, it tried to accommodate the bouncing weight of her newly expansive flesh. Her chest was so badly compressed breathing was becoming difficult. Despite her best efforts thinking about anything else was too hard to keep ahold of given her body's changing shape. She didn't know how long she was there, slumped against the wall, pleasuring herself.

"I-I have to- st-stop!" she moaned after what seemed like an eternity, waking from a pleasure-filled dream. Her hands alternated between her breasts and the oven between her legs. It was still driving her body's changes. "P-please...I'm- it's too-" she squeaked, her long wide toes spreading apart, neck straining she could feel her hips swelling wider again, her raging sex hormones remaking her. She could take no more, her paws scrambling to unbuckle the straining clasp of her bra.

"Oh! AH! OOHH!!!" A sudden intense pinching in her womb forced her abdomen to suck in. Her instincts told her that it was growing in size to give her as many offspring as her newly buxom frame could take. Paws gravitating downward to massage the area right above her leaking pussy she moaned in frustration, her fingers unable to reach deep enough to massage the swelling womanhood. The orgasm building in every sensitive nerve threatened to finally crash over her. Clit straining against her soaked underwear her paws moved downward to massage the area around the sensitive nub. She didn't dare touch it directly, it was like an atom bomb ready to explode. Eyes rolling backward, it was everything she feared would happen being off her pills but it felt too good to stop.

"I'm- I'm going to- going to" She choked out, her fingers delving beneath her underwear, pressing on her soaking lips. The tips of her fingers only just began to penetrate her when a sudden and insistent knock on the door of her room froze her in place, ripping her out of her reverie. The building, seemingly inevitable orgasm retreated to a dull throbbing heat. The creaky door rattled again with a series of light knocks.

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To Be Continued!