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Nobody quite understands what it’s like to be Beth Kine. Nobody in the ‘real world.’ Her parents are from another time—where the 80’s were new. Now, all those stagnant popular culture icons keep getting milked.

Billy doesn’t understand things either. Cute guys like him could get whatever they wanted with no problem. All he needs to do is flash those eyelashes and act like a slut.

But least of all, Beth doesn’t understand what it’s like to be her. What the hell is she, exactly?

The counselors back in high school said that was normal for a teen. But that was years ago, and she still doesn’t quite get it even even after she graduated and moved on.

The most stressful part is that she gets her family… and that new neighbor who has shown up. The hot coyote is older than her—younger than her parents—yet he spends much time with them and her brother.

She knows this because her window is right there. Her room is beside her brother’s, and she sometimes glances outside to check out the guy.

And there he is—Cody Rey, coyote, man of mystery, and in a somewhat hidden relation with three out of four members of the Kine family. And a guy who likes to do his yard work shirtless, showing off the muscles of his back as he toils, and those powerful pecs when he stands up and wipes his brow.

Her phone buzzes. The naked cow girl hoofs it past her mirror. She stops and looks at herself, messing with her messy blue hair that covers one eye. She looks back and forth over her tits and her butt, and she lifts up her arm and gives it a quick sniff, and a wince.

But she shrugs. How she looks or seems or smells does not matter. She straps a belt around her bare waist, bracelets over her wrists, and anklets on her ankles. Lights blare up on the accessories and she plops in her elite gamer chair. Finally, the AR glasses come on, and she’s finally in, lounging on the seat, legs spread, arms on the arms of the chair, staring almost monotonously through her spectacles to the world of her stream comes to life. As the mods greet their queen, she sits up, taking on a more regal posture. Through her haze of ennui, she puts on a smile.

On her monitor, a much cuter, much more bubbly cow appears. She smiles and waves, moving with the gestures that the real-life cow on the other side does. The voice that comes through is super peppy and higher-pitched than the sullen moos she gives while sitting in her room.

The best part of streaming is that no one can see her, know that she’s naked, or understand that she squirms in her seat as she lavishes praise over her chat and plays games. None of them, not even her biggest moderators or biggest donors, know the degenerate truth about this delightful VTuber.

Hours later, and she’s done with her stream. Sitting there, naked and playing works up a sweat in this crappily ventilated room. Now that she’s done, she opens up her social media, scrolling through things tagged with her name. There she was, her avatar, gang-banged by a bunch of wolves. It’s always wolves, for some reason.

She lifts her leg, slamming her hoof to the table. “Canids…” she murmurs to herself, running her hands up and down her thigh, one half-lidded eye staring at the image. It’s immaculately rendered, but she could tell the master behind it is also a total degenerate. You can just tell the difference between someone who has mastered the craft for the sake of it, and those who have gotten good to make others squirt for them.

She rubs her thigh, up further and further, one hand resting on her mouse, and the other going down between her legs.

“Mmph…” she grunts, scrolling further down. There’s only one image that can do for a girl like her. The next thing she sees is an animation. Someone ‘leaked’ an early model of hers to the fine folks animating using Root Filmmaker. A specific horny cow, actually did the leaking. She wasn’t thinking. It may not look like her avatar now, but she knows that it’s really her and she knows those cocks spit-roasting her want the real her so bad.

She immediately starts blasting her cooch, rubbing her hoof against the table, the edge of which is already quite worn-out from multiple sessions. She grits her teeth, her eye watching the screen, taking in every little jiggle and gasp.

It seems they got a really good ‘soundalike’ to do the voice. Fuck no it wasn’t AI. Some whore on Sixer offered her services and she did a really-really good job sounding exactly like Beth. Just another bored cow who got horny at the idea of doing the voice.

Yeah, that was a fun gig, pretended to have twenty different cocks shoved into her mouth at various times. It takes a lot of practice and involves the use of a lot of toys.

Grunting, she slips her foot down, slamming it on the floor, and then slips off her seat. There, on her knees, she finds her box of wonders, opens it up, and looks over the various toys she could use.

Oh, the decisions she could make—but would it be worth it?

She thinks about the neighbor and his strange obsession with the rest of her family.

Or perhaps, it’s not so strange, after all…?

There’s nothing like having time alone to yourself, and sometimes, you just gotta do things for yourself that no vibrator can do. Beth feels that as she fumbles through her box of toys to pull out the old reliable. It’s a canine cock complete with a knot at the bottom. She remembers fondly the first time she ordered the big thing—almost too big for her. It was a gift, to herself, for her 18th birthday, and she sure as shit wasn’t sure what to do with it.

But her horny, legal ass had no care in the world when she ripped open the thing after grabbing the thankfully unmarked package and running to the bathroom. No one would bother her there, indeed. Inside, she tore open the packaging, seeing the box the dildo came in. It was magnificent, but it was so… very… big.

Biting her lip, Beth took the thing with its suction cup base and she slapped it against the wall. Then, she promptly stripped out of her clothes. In an almost ritualistic way, she kept them all neat and tidy off to the side.

Things could get wet, so she placed a towel at her hooves and stood up, staring at the thing. The breath was caught in her throat as she looked to it. So huge and tapered and with that knot… was she supposed to take that thing? How?

She had to wonder if wolves actually were sporting such huge cocks. After all, cows were pretty big on their own right. She licked her lips and turned around, hands on her knees, and looked forward.

There, she got an entire look at her face in the mirror—and not only that, but that expression of complete debauchery upon it. It wasn’t like she was expecting from all her h-manga reading—it was almost tired looking, with half-hooded eyes and a bit of a frown to it, but those eyes behind those eyelids sparkled with some dark anticipation, and to see her in her naked body ready to fuck herself with a silicone toy—she had never seen herself like that before. She had never considered herself a sexual being.

Well, that changed that day, as she stepped back, bending over, feeling the tip pressing up against her wettened pussy. She bit her lips, shuddering, her breath coming out hard and ragged.

Rocking and reaching her hand back, she found the best angle to get that thing into her and she stepped back, leaned into it, and let that good doggy penetrate her.

The feeling of being filled surpassed any touch her fingers could give herself. There was something right about it—something that she could not describe about the feeling.

Yet the feeling was so different than she expected. The porn she watched had girls screaming from pure delight from a guy pumping into her at such high speed, but even with the slow swallowing of this big boy, she feels that tingle that moves up her body and settles in her lower stomach—at her womb.

She tried, oh, she tried so hard to keep herself from vocalizing, but she couldn’t help herself but gasp out the slightest and breathiest of “moo”s throughout. After all, her family was home and if any of them found out, she’d be in so much fucking trouble.

But someone finding out… someone seeing her. Wouldn’t that be something?

Spurred on by that thought, Beth picked up the pace, gripping her knee and holding the knot. She couldn’t take the thing, and even as she moved down to get to the base, such a swelling was too much for the cow. She just licked her lips and concentrated on the front of that red rocket, letting it plow into her and rub against her walls. Such a lifeless thing was so springy inside of her.

As she approached completion, Beth closed her eyes tight. She rocked against the thing, panting, her legs getting tired—too tired. She fell to her knees on the carpet, letting the thing plop out of her.

She yanked it off the wall and shoved it into her, using her hand now to simulate the fucking, going faster and letting her wettened state get the thing plowing into her. Her panting increased, her eyes glazed over, her mind went nowhere but the pleasure that she was feeling.

And she came, gritting her teeth and fighting back the most enormous scream of her life. Though she was mostly successful, she still had a slight cry of victory and anguish as she climaxed around the toy, dripping onto the carpet.

As she was getting her bearings, a knock brought her back to reality. She sat up, eyes wide, and stared at the door.

“You okay there, Bethy-boo?” comes the calming voice of her mother.

She sighed. If anyone caught her, momma Bertha would be the least embarrassing.

But why?

“Y-yeah, I’m okay, momma,” she says, gathering her things. “It’s just… I’m relieved, haha…”

Was her voice too broken? Was there too much of a relief flooding through her? Did it sound natural for someone who supposedty just took a big shit?

All these worries crossed her mind, and all she got from her mother was, “Okay, baby. I'm just checking. I love you.”

“Love you too!”

* * *

Beth looks at the toy, and she smils. It was a cherished memory in the world of her debauchery—a time she took the first step to being cock hungry and a time she almost got caught.

Speaking of being caught, her alarm goes off. It is almost time to prepare for her special request from one of her fans. It’s time to finally put these VR bands to work, which means getting into something more computerized than good ol’ reliable.

In the virtual world, you can be anyone and with anyone. In this case, ‘anyone’ is a particularly affluent fan who sought a private virtual meeting.

Though Beth stands naked in the middle of her room, save for the sensors and haptic feedback devices, she appears in the middle of the amazingly wealthy penthouse suite, popping into existence in an elegant dress in her Vtubing avatar. She steps through the room, and as she does, she can feel the gentle buzzing of the haptics over her, stimulating her skin and simulating the feeling of the fabric against bare body.

It didn’t account for underwear. That’s fine, because she wasn’t wearing any.

A ping and a notification flashed in her vision, and she turned around to find an older gentleman sitting at the piano. His fingers tickle the ivories in a way so fluid she has to wonder if it was him who was playing or a preprogrammed emote. Even if it was pre-programmed, the tiny twitches of his muzzle and flicks of his tail and ears show how much this man must have spent on this demonstration.

Beth bites her lips. Could this be the one she was looking for?

The wolf looks up to her, smirking and standing carefully from his seat. “Hello,” he says. I’m so glad to finally meet you in person,” he chuckles.

She smirks back at him, holding out her hand, palm-down. “I am equally charmed.”

The gentleman takes her hand and leans in, pressing his muzzle to her skin. The gentle buzz of his kiss makes her shiver.

“It’s been a long time coming. I’ve been a fan since you first started. Truthfully, I sometimes worried that you were too big for us to speak one-on-one like this.”

Putting on her persona, she closes her eyes and shakes her head. “Oh, no no no, I would always have time for you!”

He rubs the back of her hand with his thumb, nodding. “That may be true, but I’m under no delusions that you are here for me merely because I paid for your presence. I just wish to spend time with you here and now.

“And what is it you want to do?” she asks.

Smirking, he says, “I wish to test my new equipment. “I’m sure you’re eager to test yours as well.”

“Eager is one word for it.” She takes his hand and leads him away. This may be a swanky place, but it is based on the standard penthouse model scene in the game. She knows exactly where the bedroom is.

“Lie down on the bed,” she says, stripping herself of her clothing. It is a formality to make things a lot more natural for her. The buzzing down her body makes her shiver, but the shivering is a bit forced. After all, the way it falls is all preprogrammed. The procedural fabric physics system uses too much horsepower to be feasible in a real-time environment like this.

When he strips down, he immediately pops into his naked form, his muscles big and wide—a completely different model than before—and his cock is absolutely huge.

When she climbs onto the bed to join him, the thing sits up tall, pointing to her tits. At least the procedural physics engine here works. She wraps her arms and legs around the thing, feeling that haptic buzzing. Luckily, he can’t see it on her model when she wrinkles her nose. He paid for something good, and fuck it, she’s so fuckin’ horny right now.

Wrapping her model’s impressive tits around the length, she bounces up and down, her hands playing with the shaft while the model’s feet work near the base. She feels it all, of course, just not anywhere near as well as she would.

“Uugh,” the wolf groans, squirming around on the bed. “Suck it.”

She rolls her eyes, puts her mouth around the thing, moves her head up and down but is careful not to let the model clip.

She feels none of it—her pussy feeling so neglected even with that new toy put up in there. It yearns for him to unleash into her—or rather, for anything to take her.

It doesn’t take long—not long at all, for him to groan out and activate the climax subroutine, sending goopy, poorly rendered cum shooting up and into her mouth and all over her body. It keeps going, filling the room, colliding with many processes.

She opens her mouth, shouting for him to stop the simulation, but her voice cannot get through all the processes. It is only broken and robotic, lost as the simulation locks up and just as suddenly, the computer crashes.

She throws off her glasses, punching her bed. “Fuck!” growls the cow. “Fuck, fuck!”

The cow sits there, frustrated. No one online knows what it is like to actually have sex. They have to live vicariously. She understands this, sure. She lives it herself. Her very existence as a Vtuber is a vicarious friendship, but fuck, she needs cock—real cock.

And where the fuck is she going to get it?”

In her heart, she hears the idea.

She gulps, and then she pants heavily, undoing each of her straps and sensors. She pulls out her vibrator, leaving it primarily unused on her bed.

Now fully unclothed, Beth approaches the window, pressing her hands and chest against it. She stares out into the dusk at the house just next to hers.

Their neighbor.

Her parents’ ‘friend.’

He’s the key.

Cody Rey had finished another challenging day and had more time to work on his garden. The coyote steps into his house, grateful for the blast of air-conditioning hitting his topless body. He would do a lot for one of Bertha Kine’s lemonades. That woman knows how to make them the freshest and the most refreshing. Instead, he settles for a beer, wanting to relax before he hits the shower and hits the hay.

So, there are four cattle among his neighbors, and three out of the four of them he’s had some close and personal time with. The only one left, then, is Beth. Such a mysterious girl, always in her room, permanently locked up. A total Neet-case if he ever heard of it, and yet, the most elusive fruit is usually the sweetest.

He turns on the television and switches to the streaming channel, where he goes to his favorite Vtuber’s feed. Damn, she’s already done for the day. That is peculiar. She must have had something up to switch up her schedule like this.

He settles for turning toward the latest recording and keeps it up as he gulps his drink, sighing in contentment. Then, his doorbell rings.

He smirks, standing up. Could it be Bertha? Maybe Bob? Perhaps it's Billy, looking for his second ‘daddy’ for a good time.

When he opens the door, he does so with his usual calm and cool demeanor, but what he sees on the other side makes him smirk wider.

On his porch is the tall and thin Beth Kine. She’s dressed in long, baggy, messy pants and an equally unwashed hoodie, the hood drawn up over her head. The hood and her unkempt hair cover her eyes, and she places her hands firmly in her pockets.

“Sup, Cody,” she says in a grumble of a voice.

“You’re dressed warmly, all things considered,” the coyote says, a hand on the doorframe, the other primed in his jeans pocket. He tilts his head back slightly. “So, what can I do ya for?” he asks, adding a slight chuckle into that string of sentences.

Beth steps forward, right up to his face, looking him eye-to-eye. “Let me in and we can find out.”

He rolls his shoulders. “Someone’s feisty. Do your parents know you’re here?”

“I’m a grown-ass woman,” the cow says, snorting.

“Prove it,” Cody says.

“You want my motherfuckin’ ID, neighbor man, or do you want to let me in?”

He shrugs. “I'm not sure. But maybe you can show me what you got under here,” he says, motioning to her hoodie. After all, no one dresses like this unless they hide something.”

Grumbling slightly, she shifts from one hoof to the other and finally grips the hoodie's bottom. WIth a swift motion, she lifts it up high enough to show that underneath, she is naked to the waist, her perky and smallish tits entirely on display before him.

“Now, now,” the coyote growls. “What were you planning on doing with those?”

With her lip twitching, she responds, “You’re going to play with them—the rest of my body, too.”

“Oh, am I now?” he asks, folding his arms over his chest. “And just why would I do that?”

“Because I’m fuckin’ horny, that’s why.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Well, Miss Beth, why don’t you step inside so we can discuss this further?”

She steps through, and as soon as Cody closes the door, she shuffles out of that baggy top, tossing it to the floor. Turning to face him, she stands with arms akimbo, tapping her hoof against the carpet. “You will do whatever I want, and in exchange, you get something to fuck.”

“I see,” says the coyote, stroking his chin. “This is all so sudden, you know. We never really talked before.”

She steps up, pressing her chest to his bare chest, puffing it out, staring him in the eyes. “And you’re going around fuckin’ every other family member.”

“Was it that obvious,” He says. “You seem quite eager for me to have the full house.”

“It works for me” she says, reaching between his legs, squeezing at his crotch. “And you’re already into it.”

Shifting a bit, he grunts, not moving from his spot. “Let’s just say it was something of a plan of mine. I didn’t expect you to come to me, but it was possible if you were the girl I thought you were.”

She steps back, walking through the room and stopping, her ear twitching. “And what kind of girl do you think I am, Cody?”

“So informal, Beth,” says the coyote.

“Miss Beth,” the cow responds, spinning around to face him, folding her arms over her chest. “Unless you have a problem with that.”

“Not at all, Miss Beth,” he responds, flickering his jeans button. “But I hope you don’t mind that I haven’t showered yet.”

“Me fuckin’ neither,” the cow responds. She spins around and walks into the next room. There, she sees TV and the stream that’s going on—her stream. Her heart skips a beat, and she looks over her shoulder at him, narrowing her gaze. “This is a strange hobby for a man your age.”

He walks over, the undone jeans showing off his pubic fluff but staying up. Shrugging, he says, “what can I say, I’m a unique guy, and you’re a unique lady.”

She plops herself on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “Well, if we’re going to start this, then you can begin with your pants down and sitting in front of me,” she says, leaning so her elbow is on the arm and her cheek is in her knuckles. I need to show you who is in control here.”

He plops himself down in front of her, sitting on her knees, gripping the fly of his pants and pulling it down. “Sure thing, Miss Beth. I wouldn’t miss this chance for anything.”

Cody Rey sits before Beth, sitting on his knees, his pants unbuttoned and his cock out. The band of his boxers cut beneath his balls, providing pressure to his already hard dick, helping it to stand even harder than it would normally.

Beth nods down at him, bouncing one leg over the other as she sits there, naked herself. “You know the funny thing is that people don’t ask to see cow feet. They’d rather imagine that it looks like our hands.” She says, clicking between her hoofed fingertips. “It sucks that people don’t really care what we got going on under here.” She uncrosses her leg, lifting the hoofed thing and pressing the tips against his chest. “But do you have a problem with cow feet, Mr. Rey? You seem a cattlefucker, so you should like all we have going for us.”

Cody, his eyes flashing, grabs her by the ankle. He lifts her leg, bringing her foot up to his muzzle. There, he rolls his tongue out and presses it to the soft flesh untouched by hoof.

Her mouth twitches. “A… ah, so you see where our weakness is? That’s good.” She lifts her other leg, this one taking his length and running it down along the length of her hoof. “And you’re a sick freak who likes smelly shut-in feet.

He pulls back from it, licking his muzzle. “I like all sorts of things, Miss,” he admits. “You shouldn’t make assumptions about people.”

She rubs the underside of that cock, pushing her hoof up to his chin and pushing his head up to look at her. “I’ll do what I want, and you’ll do as I say here today, got it?”

“I got it,” he says. “You want me to stop the video, miss?” He asks.

“Nah, it’s fine,” she says, continuing her ministration, sitting back, scratching at her stomach. “You know girls like this often are whores who sell their bodies online, right?”

“That right?” he asks, his nose flaring, his shoulders rising and falling.

“That’s right. Pathetic losers pay them money and they really make bank.” She tilts her head, running a hand through her messy hair. “You’re not one of those pathetic losers who get co-dependent on a bitch like that are ya?”

“Why do you sound like you’re asking as if you want me to be?” he asks.

She presses her hoof to his balls.

He winces.

“What are you trying to say about me, huh? I’m asking about the guy who goes around fuckin’ my family members.”

“C… cat’s out of the bag on that one,” he says, squirming.

“Which is your favorite?”

“V-tuber?” he asks.

“Kine,” she replies.

“That’s a freaky question, coming from a Kine. Can’t say I got to experience you enough to -aah!”

“I’m not asking you to flatter me. I’m asking which of us is the best you’ve had.

He opens one eye, the other winced closed, but he keeps his smirk the whole time. “I haven’t been, ngh, tallying up points or anything. But if you got a gun to my head… or hoof to my junk, I’d say Billy.”

She scoffs. “Billy? What does Billy have that I don’t, huh?” She asks this, lifting her hoof off him, pulling the other away, though she keeps her legs in the air. “I got more holes than he has, and both want filling.” She spreads her legs, pressing two fingers to her pussy lips and spreading them apart, showing to the coyote her dripping need.

He opens his mouth to respond, “I think”,

“And don’t you say it’s his dick, ‘cause you and I both know that boy’s a bottom.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Now ain’t that interestin’” he says.

“What?” she asks, nodding to him. “Get up and fuck me when you answer.”

He smirks and pushes himself up, grabbing her legs, lifting and spreading her thighs, pressing his cock up against her needy pussy. “Oh, that you know so much about your brother’s sexuality—even before he was ready to admit it to himself.”

She sighs and shudders, curling her hooves and squirming under the tapered tip that rubs against her wanting lips. But it does not enter her.

“I’m, urg, keeping tabs on the little slut,” she grumbles.

“And why the hell would you go and do somethin’ like that?” says the Coyote, stopping his movement, his cock primed and ready for a single thrust deep into her—should he actually choose to thrust inside.

“Because I’m a horny fuck, that’s why. So shut up and fuck me, already!”

He leans in, placing his hand next to her head and his forehead against hers. The sweaty doggy pants as he looks into her eyes, shaking her head. “Oh, we’re doing much more than fuckin’ here today are we? You wanna know what it’s like being with your own flesh ‘n blood? You really are down bad, aren’t ya?”

“Fuck me and I won’t be!”

He slides a hand down her neck, gripping it, his other hand squeezing her thigh. With a thrust, he pushes himself into her, her walls wrapping around his cock, his cock spreading her walls and rubbing against those slick and ready things.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you alright,” he says grunting, “but only because I find sick fucks like you hot as fuck!”

He squeezes at her throat, which makes her gasp and gag, her eyes rolling back. Beth shudders, her tail swishing back and forth with such fast glee.

Cody grunts, nodding his head and thrusting against her, rocking her against the couch and shaking that thing as their two bodies slam against it.

“T… then… why don’t I… tell you… all about it… after I’ve fucked ya!”

She sighs and rolls her head about, groaning gasping groans through the tight hold of her throat. “Oh yesssss….” She hisses

“Oh, this isn’t your average horniness,” he snickers, his grin super wide. “This is some grade-a degeneracy right here, and I’m gonna love fostering it!”

Cody slides his cock inside the more petite cow girl. “Tell ya what,” he says, pushing deep into her and then holding his cock so that he’s deep in her, letting his cock twitch inside her.

She responds by quivering around that length, her hands moving up to grab at his shoulders. “T… Tell me what?”

“If you’re so curious,” he says, leaning in, his muzzle right up there by her mouth, “about what it is I do with all the members of your family,” he says, licking his lips. “Maybe you’d like me to fuck you like I fuck them?”

The cow opens her mouth, unable to respond, though the glimmer in her eyes and the tightening of her grasp on his dick.

“We’re in the perfect position for how I do things with Bertha.” He punctuates this statement, pulling back and thrusting in.

“Aaah!?”

“Your mother likes to feel herself filled and full of cum,” the coyote explains, pounding away at her. He squeezes her thighs, keeping her legs over his shoulders. His cock goes deeper and deeper with each thrust into her.

“She wants the joy of being a mother again, but your papa, well,” he chuckles, grunting between them. “He ain’t got what it takes to put a bun in the oven.”

Beth throws her head back, her mouth agape, her eyes wide, panting heavily as she feels her inner body invaded by something shaped like her favorite dildo, but so much more better. It’s warm. It’s malleable and has all the tiny intricacies of life, like the blood pumping through it and the twitches that no lifeless hunk of silicon could ever replicate.

And the words—oh the words! She can hardly believe herself and the tingling in her ears and brain when the feelings she experiences are equated to what her mother feels. There’s nothing quite like satiating the extreme horniness that rouses up in her mind. This… this is even more amazing than she could possibly imagine!

So enveloped in bliss is she that her mind wanders for a bit, even as Cody’s words melt away, his whispers of lurid detail becoming more the feeling that brushes her brain, promising her more taboo details as he thrusts harder, getting his cock so deep into her that his balls slap against her.

That “slap, slap, slap” reverberates deeper into her, never leaving her mind and her awareness even as she ruminates on the idea taking hold of her psyche.

Taboo.

That’s what’s missing from her horny lifestyle. Everything is too safe. Even though she has co-dependent fans paying for pictures of her tits or jerking off to her voice, she never crossed any lines.

Not until today.

“T… Tell me… tell me ah… more!”

“Usually, we do it outside!” Cody responds, whispering this detail into her ear, pressing his furred and sweat-drenched chest against her own.

“Wuh-where?” She asks, wrapping her legs around him, becoming the breed-happy heifer he talks about, her arms draping over his shoulders, keeping him from pulling away.

“Just out in the yard,” he says.

“And your… your yard?”

He nods. “Sometimes, unf, yours!”

She rubs her lips together, squeezing her eyes shut, gripping her hoof-tipped fingers against the coyote’s shoulder blades. She then lifts from her shoulders, pressing her mouth against his.

The two freaks kiss each other, their tongues dancing around, tasting the raw mouths, untampered by prepared cleansing rituals. It’s like that for both of them. Sweaty unwashed bodies and minds grown so dirty that their discussions turned toward further corruption. When she pulls her mouth free from his, a trail of spit between the two of them. She cries out, finding herself reaching her orgasm as he stares at his body, screaming and shuddering and wrapping around hiss cock.

It doesn’t take much for him to reach his own climax. It is a warm thing, filling her up as he groans out in his own exertion. He keeps his cock in there for a bit as the final spurts fill her up, and then keeps plugged into her, leaning in, biting at her neck.

She tilts, letting him have access, her eyes rolling about in a post-coital madness that slowly has her coming back down to her position here. She licks her lips, parting her mouth, gasping, groaning, sighing, but finally speaking. “Y… you think it’s possible…?” she asks

“Could your mother have a grandkid who is the half-sibling of a kid she has?” He chuckles, this time, pulling away.

Her legs give way and she slumps against the seat as he stands up, pulling his pants back up and adjusting them. “Dunno. Nature has a weird way of playing with people, doesn’t it? Hybrids are rare, but not unheard of. But you probably learned this in health class back in high school.” He said this, leaning in and tapping her on the cheek. “Unless your parents got you out of that.”

“Nuh-no, I went.”

“Huh…” he says, shrugging. I have to wonder where you got being so reckless from… oh wait, I don’t,” he snaps his fingers. All of your family is ripe for the taking.”

She pushes herself up, stumbling to her feet, not caring that she’s dripping his cum onto his floor. She stands there with her shoulders slightly hunched and flutters her eyes up to him. “Yeah, I’d bet their all fucked up.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“How about you and dad next?”

He laughs at that. “See me again when you get yourself a strap-on kiddo.” He says, tapping her cheek.

“Sure…” she says, picking up her hoodie and sliding out her phone. “But first, you tell me the next time you’re doing my mom.”

Family dinner was awkward. It always is, but this time, Beth has to sit through her father’s boasting, and her brother’s doom-scrolling, all while receiving psychic backlash from her time fucking the neighbor. The way that he held her and unrelentingly pounding into her, and finally shooting his shot deep into her—that was all ways that he said he fucked Bertha Kine.

Was it part of a bit? Was it just stuff the two of them said to one another to make the experience hotter? That’s a possibility for sure. But the family spends much time at his place, her father talking sports, her mom helping him around the house, and Billy. Well, Billy was straight up just fucking the guy. He couldn’t make any excuses that she didn’t see right through.

Even so, the idea that Cody’s bi does make her wonder… if he’s so brazenly fucking both Kine siblings. Would he also fuck the parents as well?”

“Now, dear, you haven’t started. Is something wrong?” It’s her mom. The pleasantly plump Holstein smiles, placing a hand on Beth’s shoulder and squeezing it gently.

“Ah, nothing. Just business,” Beth says, digging into her meal. She could figure all this out later. This was something that could wait, surely. But as she’s just starting to get into mealtime, her phone buzzes, alerting her of a text message.

“Get to your window. You’ll want a good seat.”

Narrowing her gaze, Beth looked to her mom and then to the phone. Huffing gently, she responded. “What are you trying to pull. She’s right here!”

Just as she sends the text, her mother receives a phone call. The larger bovine woman wipes her face with a paper towel and excuses herself, pulling out the phone. “Yes? Oh, I see.” She taps her fingers on the table, biting her lip.

Oh fuck.

“Excuse me,” Beth says, pushing herself from the table, her body trembling. Bob quirks an eyebrow, and Billy buried his head in his phone. Beth runs off to her room, closing the door fast shut behind her, clutching at her chest.

“What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?” she asks herself, moving a hand downwards, down to her navel and below. “Oh fuck,” she shudders “This is… it shouldn’t be but… but it’s so fuckin’ hot,” she breathes out and then heads on over to her window. There, she opens the blinds and peers outside, toward Cody’s.

He’s out there, sitting on a lawn chair, dressed only in shorts and sipping a beer. In his other hand, he’s holding his phone, laughing and talking away. There can be many people he’s talking to, surely. So many explanations for these events don’t lead ot the one that swirls around her mind immediately.

The door opens downstairs, and Beth’s heart leaps nearly out of her chest. Someone just stepped out. That’s all that was going on. But Cody Rey’s gate opens, and she enters his and her mother's yards.

Really, could there be any doubting the truth about what’s happening any longer? Beth grips the windowsill with one hand and bites the knuckles of the other Cody is going to fuck her mother, and he invited Beth to watch.

* * *

“Now, dear, you haven’t started. Is something wrong?”

A mother always knows when something is going on with her daughter, especially when her daughter is so much like her at her age—not that Beth would ever want to hear such a thing, nor Bertha tell her such a thing. But still, things can be dangerous for a gal in her twenties—she really should know.

But before the conversation can get off the ground, her phone rings. When Bertha checks it, her heart skips a beat, and she answers immediately. “Yes?”

“It’s that time of month, Bertha, old gal,” croons the voice on the other end.

She knew it, but hearing it from him makes her bite her lip. She taps on the table excitedly. “Oh, I see.”

“Come on over, so we can try to get a kid in ya,” Cody says. “It’s a beautiful day.”

By this time, Beth excuses herself and heads upstairs.

“Alright. I’ll be right over.” She says this, hanging up and kissing her husband on the cheek. “Sorry ‘bout this, Bob, but Cody needs my help with…” she glances toward Billy, who is paying them both no mind, “Something.”

“Need me to help out?” asks Bob.

“Nah, this requires a woman’s touch.”

Bob nods and grabs the TV remote, turning it on for some quiet dinner time viewing. “Let him know he owes me a beer, then.”

With that, Bertha takes a deep breath and she heads outside. It’s a warm day—very warm—too warm for this time of year. But that’s weather in the town for ya. She pushes the gate open and steps in.

“That’s far enough for now,” says Cody, sitting on a lawn chair, one leg crossed over the other. “At least far enough for the lovely neighborhood wife Bertha Kine.”

Bertha bites her lip, fiddling with her jeans. “Y-yeah?”

“You know every well who enters this garden when she’s by herself,” he says, pushing himself up, standing up, turning to face her. His shorts are loose and they hang down, the top of his pelvis showing off, even down to the dick root. “Now say it,”

She gulps and closes her eyes, unbuttoning her pants and shimmying down out of them. “Mm…. Moooo…” she lulls.

“That’s right,” he says, licking his sharp canine teeth. “We agreed. When hubby’s away, you’re my personal breeding cow. Now, cow, dress the part.”

* * *

And so Bertha Kine sheds herself of her clothing, piece-by-piece, and stands in the window watching the whole thing with her daughter, her breath caught in her throat.

The sheer power and influence that Cody has on her mother—it’s incredible. Who is this man that he can do this? And who the fuck is Beth to be locked in, watching, and anticipating what comes next…?

A horny little slut, perhaps, is what the answer to that question would be.

Bertha gets down on her hands and knees, the depersoned cow mooing as she approaches the coyote standing tall before her, his shorts hardly able to contain the bursting erection within them. The two of them are right there in the sunlight, the warmth of this oddly hot day bearing down on them.

“That’s a good cow,” he croons, beckoning her with a taunting finger. “Get over here will you? I think I need a bit of your mouth before we give you a dose of seed.”

The mother cow opens her mouth, about to protest, but all she can manage is a grunt before he continues. “Something the matter, cow? A lowly broodcow like you has nothing to say, you know.”

She lowers her head, gripping the grass.

“But I interrupted your dinner, didn’t I?” he asks, squatting down before her, placing a hand on her head and petting her gently. “You should have something to eat before we get into all this vigorous exercise. And there ain’t nothing better for a cow like you than to be grass-fed, and look. It’s freshly mowed too. Nice and cud-like for you.”

She gulps, looking up to him, about to open her mouth again before she lowers her head.

“Wait!” the coyote responds, and she listens, her legs rubbing together. A frustrated, almost growl passes through her throat, but it is caught at the very last moment.

He turns to his chair and picks something up from it. “I almost forgot. We needs more of this,” he says, snapping a collar over her neck. Attached to that collar is a cowbell. Now, bon appetit.”

Bertha huffs and lowers herself slowly, trying not to make too much noise, but she can’t shake it, the bell clanging around as she presses her face to the freshly-cut, but not cleaned lawn. She takes a great big bite out of the wad of grass, not quite cud, but she isn’t going to complain to him. After all, she’s a cow built only for breeding, and she has to be big and strong to carry his pups.

With her face buried in the grass, the coyote looks over his shoulder, a sly smirk forming over his muzzle as he looks directly at the window where Beth watches.

Beth clutches her throat as their eyes lock, her other hand not visible—it’s beneath the window, between her legs.

He lets out a single “Heh,” before he walks around, his feet quietly crushing the wet grass, and soon his shorts fall down.

He wears nothing underneath them, having made himself comfortable for the whole ordeal, and gets down on his knees. “Keep it up. Eat all the grass in front of you,” he teases the cow as he leans in, pressing his hands to her rump. He presses his nose right up against her pussy, rubbing it with his muzzle, taking in great whiffs as he does.

“Aaah yeah, you’re extra fertile today. Fuck, how are you going to tell your kids that they’re gonna be relented to the neighbor’s kids, huh?” What will they think of their mom when she sleeps with a coyote regularly?”

Bertha groans, some of the grass falling out of her mouth, pushing her butt back, pushing his snout right up into her pussy.

He snorts and pulls back, licking over his muzzle. “Oh, but you’re quite the eager one today, leaving them all. What excuse did you give for walking over here? Guess we’ll never know,” he says, giving her rump a firm smack.

She yelps at that, but he’s quick, running around to the front to present his schlong in front of her face. He holds it by the base, staring down at her. “You had better have eaten it all, because here comes your dessert. Let me see if you’ve been a good cow.”

She gulps and opens her mouth, rolling out her tongue, presenting a mostly cleared mouth with a tongue stained green from her endeavor.

“Good enough,” the coyote says placing a hand on the back of her head and pushing her up against his engorged phallus. He rubs it over her face, rubbing her at awkward angles. Meanwhile, the cow attempts to grab at it with her lips and tongue, but she isn’t able to.

“My, you’re woefully out of practice, aren’t you? We’ll have to keep this up if you’re going to keep getting bred, aren’t we?”

Bertha moos pathetically, stopping and opening her mouth wide, keeping her tongue out “Aaah…?”

“Oh, but you are needy. Fine, fine,” he finally relents, grabbing his cock and stepping up to her, placing the head against her tongue.

The cow wraps her lips around him, swallowing the thing deep enough that her snout presses against his body. She breathes in, taking in his musky manliness.

Beth watches this, cursing herself for not getting a good whiff.

Cody rubs Bertha’s hair, sighing, and then he begins to rock, pushing his cock into her face, fucking her mouth right then and there. With two hands pressed to the back of her head, Bertha becomes a fuck toy, his cock rubbing against her tongue, slamming at her throat, making her tremble and whine and groan.

With her eyes closed, she cannot see it when he looks over his shoulders again. His impish grin widens as he locks eyes again with Beth and gives her a wink.

After all, he’s doing all this for her entertainment. As she stands there, her hand firmly between her legs, her other gripping to the windowsill for some form of balance, she can honestly say that her horniness is well and truly entertained, but not yet satisfied.

Bertha Kine’s mouth is reduced to the wetting tool of Cody Rey’s tool, her cheeks puffing. Her eyes losing focus as she’s bounced on his cock, up and down and up and down with no regard to any sense of propriety. After all, who needs it when one reduces herself to a rutting animal for the delight of her neighbor?

The similarities in their expression is not lost on Beth, who collapses against her window, her breasts and cheek pressing up against the thing as she fogs up the glass in her heightened state of horniness. Her fingers delve into her pants, curling up inside of her, fingering her innermost parts.

Cody enjoys it both—knowing full well that Beth is watching him fuck her mother’s throat—oh this family is so much fun to play with and mess with. He finally pulls Bertha’s face free once he feels she is sufficiently trained, letting spit trial off between his cock and her mouth.

“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves,” Cody says, patting his cow on the cheek. “After all, if I blew my load all the way down your throat, there’s no way my swimmers would make it to that egg you’ve got, ready to make you a mother again.”

The cow woman groans, her eyes fluttering, her voice sluttering. And Cody rewards her by tossing her away, making her fall onto her back on the grass. He then climbs atop her, grabbing onto her thighs, spreading them apart, and pressing his cock against her pussy, rubbing the length against the lips, teasing her much like he teased her daughter the day before. But she doesn’t know that. She doesn’t know that Beth is watching—her eyes are fixed firmly on Cody’s face—on the face of the coyote who would become her baby’s father.

He smiles down at her, then locks his lips onto hers, his tongue battling hers as his fluffy chest touches against hers. He then lines up his cock, thrusting into her, spreading her out, and then he sets to work.

Beth fumbles at her window, unhitching the latch and pulling the thing up. The warm air causes a breeze over her skin, and she leans forward, poking her head out now, listening, watching, holding her breath, grasping her face so that she wouldn’t make any noise.

The two fornicators down below try to keep themselves quiet. There’s no exultation of ecstasy. There’s no crying out their names or calling to God. No, there is only the rhythmic clapping that happens as he slaps inside of her, their bodies banging together. There is only the soft grunts and lulls that rise up from each of them as they fight and fail to hold back every utterance they can possibly give in their rutting and fucking. There’s no more word to say about it—it’s a pure and primal action without nuance. Even as he gropes at her body and buries his face against her neck, kissing and licking, even as she writhes about, rocking against him and smacking her hips against his, there is a beauty in it—a beauty that seems to be the only thing in the world that can satisfy the hunger growing in Beth’s core.

And as Beth reaches her climax, she lets her hand slip, a gasp erupting from her mouth. She clasps her hand upon her face, her eyes widening, her body shivering and afraid to look down. But the cry of Bertha’s own orgasm sends her eyes leering downward, fear in them, hoping she wouldn’t see what she thought she would see.

Down there, on the grass, with Cody’s face buried against her and cock buried within her, Bertha stares, dumbfounded at the sight of the younger cow in the window, looking down at the two of them—looking down at her. No, it can’t be, she must be looking at Cody.. But she’s here. And she’s—“

“Get… get off!” Bertha gasps, grasping Cody by the shoulders. Now, she shows how much she could dominate the poor man if she had decided to when she throws him to the side. Unfortunately to her, by going for the breeding, the poor coyote is locked in with her thanks to his knot, and he’s tossed to the side, taking her with him in a confused and pained yelp.

As she lay on the ground, she stared at him, frowning, whispering. “We’re being watched…”

He glances, seeing that Beth is no longer there, and then he smirks and brushes his hand over her hair. “Come on, babe. There’s no one there.”

Bertha blinks and looks to the window. It’s open, for sure, but Beth isn’t there anymore. “But she was just…”

“Shh… it’s okay. Just lie here with me for a bit,” he consoles her, pressing his mouth to hers.

Bertha responds with a sigh, closing her eyes and melting into that kiss.

Beth sits beside the window, grasping her mouth, shaking and shuddering. When she pulls her hands away, a soft chuckle rises up from her throat.

These past few days had been the most horny she had ever been in all of her life, and the orgasm that rocked her had been the most incredible feeling ever. And what caused it? She figured it out.

It was the manipulation of Cody—knowing that she was the one to get him to do what she wanted. And next time, she’s sure there would be even more crazy things she can get him to do.