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Stories of Beast Rise : Rancher's Love

Damien still remembers the day before his world fell apart, his mind filled with memories. It was when his work was nothing more than a waste of time with few struggles. He just drove to work, claimed his favorite parking spot, climbed up the stairs in hope of climbing the ladder, clocked in with already in mind the idea of clocking out in the next nine hours.

When money used to be time, he would be worried about how to spend his hours at the office, drinking coffee, chatting with coworkers, avoiding petty work drama and finally clocking out just to get out of there.

Damien had plenty of time to kill and his bored eyes were hungry for discoveries, slight stimulations to kill the boring hours without the need of processed stimulants within the bloodstream. He would have looked at all the little details from the safety of his cubicle, emergency exits, fire extinguishers, vent system and office layout map for the firefighters.

His creative mind imagined so many stories inside from a classic “office" break, a fire, a flood, even a zombie apocalypse. All these little ideas were born out of boredom, written down onto his notebook when he had the time for it. Creating his little world from the comfort and tightness of his small workplace, amongst the piles of receipts, stick notes and a desk computer whose dusty screen cluttered with emails.

But it all came to an abrupt end when one day leaving wasn't an option : escaping became a necessity. The once repetitive and boring routine was cut short when the office building was put under quarantine, strange happenings ensuing as distant groans and beastly roars could be heard. It wasn't a flood, a fire or a damn zombie outbreak but something else, something outside his imaginary control from the compromised safety of his cubicle… using his notes he managed to escape the office, the rest better left behind along with the chaos of the mass evacuations…

The year is 2025, it might be May 13th or 14th for all he knows but he would be sure it's been around six months since it all started. His watch has been long bartered away for a can of creamed corn and what once held the world in a functional civilization fell apart after the wake of an outbreak, something never seen before? Men turned into beasts, anthropomorphic creatures hunting down their former kin like prey for them to join their pack. It felt like a werewolf apocalypse but with all the possible species one could imagine.

That day when the office was quarantined it turned out the whole city was too, that day being called “The Change", the starting day of that outbreak in which the local authorities found themselves overwhelmed with the crisis with the number of infected rising each minute. Cities and towns where Damien was became literal breeding grounds for this were-infection to spread before reaching the countryside.

A lot of things had happened, too many things to go into details. Damien had remained himself, or at least human for all that matters. The world he once knew had collapsed along with the government, institutions and anything human-related. His race once dominated these lands but now a new predator had marked its territory : The Beasts.

It all crashed down into chaos streets turning into riots and turf wars displayed by mass orgies and primal wrestling between these rising creatures. Pack leaders tried to convert as many humans as possible to join their packs. Damien saw it all himself having escaped many close calls that would have ended him on the other side of this survival battle.

Those hulking mountains of fur and muscles were once human.Once the chaos of the first weeks passed, they started wandering the land in packs hunting those who haven't “joined" their side yet, promising safety, supplies and “warm company." Surprisingly enough they can still speak, dress and act like what they once were. Maybe they still are human deep inside down, but their affliction gave them a lustful hunger to breed and infect…

After The Change things have cooled off for a bit, the lust of these furry men having been quenched for a short time. They too were adapting to a new world and focused on survival leaving a window of opportunity for the remainders of humanity to flee, bunker down or organize themselves into forts, strongholds and safe zones.

Damien witnessed how the cities and towns became ghost places as the infected left the buildings unfit to their new sizes and proportions leaving only scattered groups to mark their territories over the crumbles of a lost civilization. Some beasts resettled in smaller villages or built new places, even cooperated with humans for protection or shelter but Damien remained doubtful, not trusting any words coming from their mouths. Society wasn't one anymore but many groups and small-sized factions emerged to control or live off the land in this new day and age.

For the humans there isn't much organization left for them, having to scrape by in search of food, water, tools and means of transportation ; their hope and goals being to reach a safe place away from the Beasts. Such was Damien's group ideal as they ventured far reaching North Dakota near the Canadian border, rumors said there was a safezone near St.John.

One night, the group lowered their guard and poorly hid their tracks causing a pack of hunting Beasts to close up on them and attack. Amidst the chaos Damien managed to hide under a pile of dirt and leaves, muffling his sight and smell as the attackers chased after his traveling partners. Since this fateful night he continued on all alone.

Now he is all alone wandering in the countryside with even fewer supplies than before and without a map or compass, the electricity poles leading his way in hope for a safezone near the Canadian border not far from there…

From then on he had been walking on the empty and muddy roads of the countryside, amongst the trees and farmlands, avoiding places of high traffic where the Beasts lurked and sleeping the nights away in abandoned buildings and cars. He doesn't know how he's made it this far nor cares as he walks, trying to reach for a place he hopes would be safe.

Deep down he's not only running from the furry beasts but also from the monotonous new life he had, waking up, walking, hiding and sleeping. If he let his boredom take over again his creativity would get the best of him and he knows it…

The sun was about to set down. It was time to find a suitable home for the night.

Damien expected the countryside to still have people around because they were the least affected when the outbreak started . However, when the government fell, the people were left to survive by themselves unless they joined the massive waves of evacuees making their way to the safe zones, many leaving their less important belongings behind.

Using the many heaps of clothes left behind, Damien suited himself with more durable and comfortable outfits for his travels, swapping his leather shoes for a pair of dusted but rugged western-style boots of tan leather with black flames, his necktie for a wool scarf, two extra layers of clothing with a grey wool sweater and a brown canvas jacket.

Pair all this with durable denim jeans and thick sport socks and Damien is ready for long days of walking with his camo green hiking backpack strapped to his back.

A purplish orange covered the skies whilst the sun was setting in, fading into the distant aspen trees. Damien walked faster in search of a potential refuge, sleeping on the ground would be dangerous even if it's summer he is near the Canadian border where the temperature drops dangerously low at night.

Within the distance he notices a barn next to a homestead both seemingly abandoned ; That'll be the place. Now he just needed to make sure it was safe to go before resting his strained body exhausted from hours of walking into unbeaten paths.

His boots hit the ground slower and softer, carefully muffling his sounds using the grass and soft soil to not raise any suspicion in case anyone was still living inside.

Gritting his teeths Damien got to the usuals :

Circle around the place to spot potential traces of Beasts, traps or anything else.

Safely gets back to his original spot and hides away waiting in case anyone comes out, Beasts tend to be impatient fellows…

An hour passed since Damien circled around the property and nothing much moved. From the look of it nobody was there and he will have a place to rest for tonight but deep down something kicked him in the guts, an untold instinct telling him something wasn't adding… maybe it's just the accumulated stress of those last few days or the fact that his plan might be flimsy but Damien couldn't sleep on the ground tonight, hypothermia was too big of a threat.

As Damien stepped closer and closer to the barn a gut feeling kept hinting at the desperate fool but he rested assured that no one would be there. The night was about to rise and the change in temperature could already be felt-

“Thud!"

Suddenly a silhouette emerged from the door of the house, an imposing and tall one.

Damien jumped, turning his head towards the house and spotting the gigantic furry coming to him. He appeared like a canine hybrid with the fur pattern of a grey fox approaching him at grand pace. His guts were right, a Beast was still there!

“Crap." He muttered to himself as he tried to dart out of here, not looking behind him in his futile escape before a twirling sound latched onto his left ankle and sent him crashing face first to the soft ground, landing on his forearm by reflexes.

Something wrapped Damien's ankle and pulled him to the ground and before the human could realize it the Beast already cut distance with him pulling him even tighter and dragging him back to the beast, a lasso. The human found himself caught like an animal defenseless as a prey, wiggling and fighting back in vain, his fight or flight instincts still kicking despite the hopelessness of the situation.

“Atta here boy!" Growled the anthro, his loud steps brushing the grass and leaves with a firm footing before those huge claws the size of basketballs closed down on Damien's jacket pulling it up along with his body like a ragdoll to be toyed with.

Covered in dirt and grass, the human pestered and tried to remove his jacket in one last scuffle to get away from it yet the Beast already had a grasp on him, closing his huge and muscular arm around his waist getting the small human to fold on himself in his desperate attempt but before the human could hurt himself in the struggle the grey fox gently pulled him back up and held him close to himself.

“What do we have here huh?" teased the Beast with a small chuckle. Damien could feel the strong arm lock around him, the Beast didn't pulled with strength but his giant body was enough to keep him stuck, his back meet a wall of hardened muscles with a soft layer of fur and the back of his head rested on two soft cushions leaving the human to realize he was resting his head onto the Beast's cleavage leaving him with a thrill in his back~

“Don't be shy lil' fella, you can speak right?" It continued to taunt the small catch who wouldn't fight back anymore, contemplating the veiny muscle he was pulled with, looking at how big it was because that forearm was the size of his torso…

His eyes couldn't stare away from the Beast's arm contemplating the many muscles it had, it was fascinating somehow to be this close to such a feared opponent and yet they were rather gentle in their catch. Damien knew at this moment that whatever happens next won't be much of a surprise : he'll be transformed soon. There were no other options but to accept defeat and hope to have a good time with this hunk of a fox~

The small game raised his hand to reach for the Beast's biceps wanting to squeeze it a bit but his sudden move startled his capturer.

“Bet this will get ya' to talk!" Something slid into Damien's mouth, a pawed finger forcing its way in forcing a deepthroat, nearly prying his mouth open and the pawed cushion rubbing against this small human tongue, marking it with a gooey liquid giving off a salty taste. The smell emanating from it is near nauseous…

“Mmmhrf!" Damien muffled closing his eyes and trying to move his head away only to meet the cleavage it was laying against keeping it stuck in place as the arm closed tighter around him while being fed this strong substance to his taste bud along with a creamy feeling to the tongue : it was semen, a potent one at that~

“There ya go~! Night's coming better boogey!"

With those cheering words from his captor, the dirty finger pulls himself out of that small mouth who unconsciously started suckling on it leaving it to gasp for air with a slight coughing. The arm locking Damien would reach around his waist and suddenly pull him up off the ground, the prized catch being carried around like a sack of potatoes over a strong shoulder. The Beast held him by one arm and took the opportunity to tap over Damien's rear with a joking tone, proud of his catch like some rural hunter.

Damien still had the taste of this strong semen in his mouth and tried to spit it out “Puh!", his spit grazing the fur of that vulpine tail getting him a reaction from the Beast.

“Struggling with my potent seed? Enjoy the aftertaste ah!" Seems like the stranger was in quite a great mood unlike someone else being wrangled like a cattle…

Damien was slowly getting on nerves with his fate especially with that attitude towards him. He would have loved to reply back and get sassy with the silly yet his tongue felt overwhelmed by the cum sitting on it, soon mixing with the saliva and spreading to his whole mouth getting him to cough even harder. It oddly started to feel rather sweet as the coughing dissipated for more salivating leaving no other choice for the human to either spit it all out or try the devil and swallow it whole…

“SMACK!"

One spank too strong shook Damien's whole lower body and got him swallowing the diluted substance down his gullet, feeling it's passing until it reached his system. Feeling his cheeks turning red from the strength of that spanking, Damien would finally reply to the Beast with an attitude as well… “Urfh! Y-you cheeky fuck…"

“That's lovely of ya~ Keep that spirit!" Another spank ensues making Damien grunt in pain, his voice betraying him as he softly squeaked a bit of pleasure from it as well which the Beast heard for sure~

“Fuck why am I so light?" Damien wondered, speaking to himself, the once fear and stress he had from the encounter slowly shifted to one of pleasure and excitement as he anticipated what would soon happen to him. This Beast of a hunk will bring him to his beds and if not onto the couch or the ground he wouldn't care… his craving started to arise below his belt still being carried over and feeling his half chub grinding against that beefy shoulder~

This body, those muscles and this warm coat of fur. He wanted to rub against it, feel it closer to him… his mind soon submerged by sexual thoughts from frotting to licking. Wondering if those hunks even pack a huge one like the rumors says~

Damien couldn't help himself but daydreamed. The room temperature warmed up as he couldn't feel the chilly outside anymore but rather the comforting warmth of a home, one lived in. The sudden change of surroundings woke him up from his lustful lullabies when once more his body was flipped around this time dropped against a cushioned couch softening his unprepared landing. He gasps in surprise and quickly moves around, sitting on the couch about to stand up when he sees the Beast locking the door behind him. He is now locked inside the homestead with the stranger who holds him captive.

Standing half way up like if he was about to bolt, the human quietly sits back against the couch and keeps his eyes on the Beast having a proper and closer look at him.

The grey fox anthro was way taller than the door itself, maybe at around nine feets tall for the naked eye and with the build of a jacked up bodybuilder with extra testosterone from the look of his exposed arms and abs. His fur coat was brown on the central parts with grey covering his whole arms, legs and back. A fluffy tail wagging behind generous ass cheeks underneath a tighten out denim jeans who might have been XXXL back in the days but now wears more like a slim fit for those furry beefcakes.

If the back distraction wasn't enough his eyes lands on the front one, the zipper being opened wide to let out a massive bulge of dark grey fabric containing without doubts what could be a monstrous cock and balls hanging around with a dark stain on what could be determined to be the head of such big penis, the source of what he tasted~

“Up here." The suave voice of the sexy beast called him to look up and he does, his sight reaching the torso who had abs of steel still visible under the fur, leather straps made from old belts attached together to make a shoulder holster on the right side, home to a sizeable handgun if one big caliber wasn't enough. His pecs were well toned the size of a melon each which are pushing back the leather straps giving an open view onto those black nipples looking hard to the touch, begging to be twisted~

“Tut-tut! Still up here small pal~"

Raising his eyes once more Damien pass through the pecs and shoulders to look right into the eyes of the Beast, his face having vulpine yet rounder with bigger eyes adding cuteness to it which doesn't help the human with his uncontrolled erection raging underneath his boxers… his green eyes locked into the deep blue of his partner.

As a finishing touch to his rancher fashion, the handsome man lifted up his black cowboy hat and let it slip behind his head, the small rope sliding down to his neck like a necklace holding the cowboy hat from falling to the ground.

“Surprised to meet a human in the wild. Name's Grey and ya?"

Damien's lost yet curious gaze continued to marvel into those blue eyes, bewildered by the handsomeness of the Beast standing before him, his line of sight downard from his seat getting a new angle under that voluptuous pec line from Grey. Trying to gather his thoughts he pushes himself to speak in order to finally reply :

“My name's Damien. It's… a pleasure to meet you?" His use of words left him confused as he falls under Grey's charm with an intensifying feeling burning down his chest. The temperature inside him started to flare beyond his comfort, that dirty canvas jacket was too much to wear. Damien swiftly gets the sleeves off and toss the jacket aside while panting, sweat starting to stain his shirt and making his underwear feel soaked in musk…

“It's starting." Grey says joining Damien on the sofa and kneeling over him wanting to get as close as possible to watch the show, relishing at the sight of the human's bulging body covered in sweat and seemingly bulging out, stretching the fabric of his clothes tight.

A pulsing sensation overtook Damien pushing him to grunt in slight pain and great pleasure~ He gritted his teeths as he felt the gum stretching, a sharp feeling pushing his mouth forward. Hairs growing in abundance over his soaked body, pushing against the fabric furthermore and making it damn hotter for Damien who could only grunt and sweats furthermore with Grey mounting on him, a deep feeling making his heart pound for Grey~

Strong pulsations pumped down Damiens crotch, his bulge would bounce up and down, gaining in size with each pulse and would raise his libido his member now erecting and poking like a tent underneath the sturdy denim of the jeans. Grey grinned with excitement as his big hands rubbed the throbbing crotch and with the swift flip of a clawed thumb he pops open the buttoned zipper of the pants freeing out a huge package wobbling free who was soaked in musk and stretching thin under the growing pressure of his cock and balls having doubled if not tripled in size from its former human standards. Damien gasped in shock at the view of his new heavy-duty package shaping the struggling fabric of his underwear, its thick sausage bumping forward, outlining its covered erection before a new growth spurt twitched it.

A veiny shaft appeared by the base of his throbbing cock, shoving the waistband downway and exposing an incredible girth. Picking the curiosity of the human he tries to wrap his small hand around only for his shaky fingers to reach half of it, the back of his hand now showing hair and the nails sharpening, poking against the foreskin and grazing its hardening skin~

The kinky rancher revelled in Damien's change showing some more appreciation when a pawed hand weighted those hefty balls nicely feeling their voluptuous size underneath the musk-soaked fabric that slowly started cracking under pressure. Small rips opened letting a dark brown fur escape from its musky containment grazing the soft black paw of the grey fox. With the sly use of his claws Grey smirks at Damien's gritting face, it's sharp end poked into the wet fabric of the underwear, stabbing through the stitching before slashing it, cracking open the whole crotch area of the boxers as the claw grazed under those pulsing fat balls scratching it's new fur tuft along the way before these heavy weights slammed against the cushion in smokes of musk clouding~

Damien moaned out loud in a confused growl, a burning hitch down his thickening throat as his voice deepened. His raging boner bolts free from its restrains slapping against his abs leaving the waistband to coil down to it's base forcing this monster of a cock to throbs and erect against his whole chest, the head of his penis spewing pre all over his chest and pecs coating his shirt and skin under a warm layer of seeds.

With a hairy crotch exposed and his balls being fondled by his loving captor, the human could observe the dark brown fur expanding over his body, climbing up underneath the tight shirt as he could spot the thick fur poking through the stretched gaps between the buttons up to his belly button. His belly never felt this thick before as it softly bloated, pushing against the enclosure before snapping wide open. Damien suddenly felt the urge of pushing in whilst his lower chest cramped his gut strengthening, swelling the abs into a six pack of beers coated in a light brown fur pushing the cock forward to point it's leaky tip towards Grey noticing the musclegut by the snapping of the waistband flopping down the crushed cushion giving up under this heavy burden, flattening out as sweat and semen rains on.

Groaning in relief, Damien could feel his jaw elongating, his little nose shifting away, smoothing into the form of a pink snout soon flooded with strange spices irritating his smell, unique flavors never smelled before getting up his head. Sharpened teeth clenched marking his face with a new maw as it opened to let out a deep groan of pleasure, a fattening tongue pulling out to pants heavy breath his lungs gasping for more air.

A fuzzy feeling of fur started itching his cheeks in the form of a beard then breaks bound and extends to his whole face bringing him a layer of warmth and protection against the musky wet hair surrounding both mens. Fur started coating his entire body growing all over it and once more applying pressure against the seam of his clothes, the stitches progressively getting loose as the fur breakthrough pushed by the growth spurts of his muscles pulsating to gain in size each palpitations~ Sharp sounds of ripping strikes the eardrums of the growing Beast whose ears started elongating several inches, its senses sharpening to listen to this soothing sound of textile shredding, stitches popping and his clothes outgrown by this new beastly body telling the end of his humanity.

A striped pattern coated on his new furry coat using both light and dark brown and what could be guessed as his body hair adopting the darker one. Grey couldn't keep his touchy hands away, his left one landing on that muscle belly to rub it and feel the smooth fur that has grown all over it, sinking his finger into the furrows of the Beast's fluff smothering the thick skin covering those big abs. The grey fox was clearly working its charm onto his prey pulling down his jeans to expose his own member, a black pillar of erect flesh ready to roll as it erected against its partner's cock engaging in the start of a frotting session with the pulsations bringing the much needed vibrations for an exquisite friction~

Everything started to become a blur. The growing Beast struggled to think straight, his mind overfilled with senses, hearing, smell, touch… it all derailed his train of thought.

Memories started to fade into the blur, flooded by unknown feelings and senses. What was once Damien didn't have a clue of who he was anymore. Challenged, the Beast tried to think of who he was leaving a blank in his lust-filled mind. Amongst his scattered memories echoes a name : Surry. Who knows where it came from, not even him remembered until the name resonated again in a distant memory of an online game night, it might have been his user.

Blinking his watery eyes, Surry opened them to the sight of a gigantic dick head rubbing between his ballooning cleavage. An urethra wide enough to fit his hands in if it wasn't cumming a geyser of seeds up his face giving him a taste of his strong gunk. Pushed by unknown instincts he leans his head downward kissing its own uncut cock his pink lips watering over the tip of the beige foreskin coated in delicious proteins. Surry couldn't resist the temptation plunging his head forward with a wide opened jaw and shoving this pink pillar of veiny flesh up inside it. Semen started flooding down his guzzling throat, swallowing it whole as the excess spewed from the stretched side of his mouth and nostrils.

Grey watched in amazement at the mindbroken Beast he had created.

Without a single ounce of shame he helps himself as well pushing a black throbbing shaft to rubs its length against its new partner followed by his hands closing together around both members. Stroking them up and down the perverted Rancher chuckled as he spectated the former human engaging in a steamy self fellatio ignoring the still ongoing transformation operating all over his body. Surry was too focused on diving down his endowment filling his inside in semen. The denim around his thighs and calves soon shredded to rags as the legs expanded with strength and fat, giving a round and plump layer to his lower body following the striped fur pattern.

It couldn't restrain the back rear as well exposing a thick ass gifted with swelling cheeks crushing away the soda and replacing their role. Leaving a small puddle of sweat onto the broken down couch a throbbing pink anus sweated out in heat the hairy dark fur over his crack drenched in sweat adding to the musky sauna fogging around. With his ass marked for breeding Grey quickly helped Surry to lay over the sofa shoving him onto his belly breaking the self fellatio as the Ferret-like Beast groaned in annoyance.

His naked cheeks were exposed for the hungry grey fox to salivate on with his sight set on this soft puffy pink anus shaped like a delicious doughnut yet something was missing.

Just over the crack something began to sprout, Surrey could be heard groaning with both discomfort and pleasure whilst his tailbone grew up into a small furry stub. It didn't take long before an elongated tail spurt out after a few pulses growing into a furry tail as long as his body soon bushed with an incredible amount of brown striped fluff flailing around leading Surry to struggle to learn how to control his own tail on the go. Like a gentleman Grey pushed his left hand down against the base of this amazing tail helping his partner out and keeping that fuzzy brush perked up~

The musky Furret found out he grew in size as well now feeling his knees against the arm of the sofa, muscle gut and birthing hips crushing out the seats along with those churning balls and throbbing pillar applying so much pressure it strained away the semen and sweat sponged by the fabric. Surry tried to hold on the opposite arm of the furniture without realizing his new strength with huge hands covered by soft paws grasping through the soft wood, sharp claws sinking into it before his palms pushed further. It was helped by his swole biceps and veiny forearms ripping off the bothering piece of furniture to allow the growth of his torso to continue unbothered. His spine sparked with expansion preceded by the intensifying feeling of roaring back muscles bouncing the shirt into smithers, rags falling off the sides just as Surry fell over his forearms against the wood of the floor with his gut and lower body resting against the ruined seating.

Starved for a piece of that booty a pair of grabby hands slammed against the Furret's hips pulling his rear closer to that leaky head throbbing in delight, unable to contain its excitement as it spew pre against the furred crack of his fellow Beast. The helping hand around the fluffy tail soon yanked backward sending a shrieking pain throughout Surry's spine growling in response, his torso jolted showing of a back sculpted by an impressive musculature shining with it's warm fur thanks to the glistening light of a nearby oil lamp.

Despite being yanked the long tail of the mustelid swiftly coiled around the waist of the rancher bringing him back to that moment he lassoed him in a twist of irony.

Now it was his turn to pull slamming Grey's pelvis against his two cushions clapping loudly with an enriching feeling of a wild bone shoving up his insides.

“You're one eager bitch~!" Grey squawked wasting no time in ramming his raging boner in, thrusting his hips forward and getting to be the first to explore those tight insides as the sheer girth of his erect member stretched that doughnut open wide getting a good dozen inches in right on the get go! As soon as the friction started the grey fox started panting in excitement loud mouthing his partner with colorful names shoving his penis deeper into the holes thus plunging around fifteen inches of girthy black cock inside going back and forth stroking wildly against the inner walls now covered and lubed up in musky semen.

Grey wasn't done yet shoving his last inches in fucking Surry ballsdeep as the Beast groaned and moaned in pleasure, cumming as well against the seats and creating a puddle of hot semen all across his crotch and belly. At this point the whole floor was filled with the steamy stench raising the temperature and giving the effect of a sauna, an intoxicating one at that.

“Oh fuck… oh it's coming~!" Grey's balls flexed before churning, emptying their fat loads deep into the mustelid adding some more to his muscle gut bloating the abs away, hitting right against the prostate and breaching in bringing along a reaction within Surry's lower body shocking him as he was left to drool out and sigh in pleasure whilst his back rear was getting clapped frantically filling that mysterious spot more and more.

It awoke something in him, a somewhat fatherly instinct cozying within his body as he rubbed a paw over his gut filling him with a soothing sensation. He felt great and soon another reaction happened to his body. He struggled to stand his upper body off the ground by the sudden enlargement of his chest, his pecs gaining in curve ballooning at an incredible pace whilst a warm liquid could be felt flowing inside his plump rack.

Spotting the chest growth from there Grey snarled. “You'll be a nice milking cow~" Scoffed the rancher, licking his lips proud of his first catch. The start of his Beastly project indeed.

Meanwhile, Surry felt the heavy weight of his chest wobbling with his nipples enlarging to the size of soda cans, throbbing hard as a faint opening leaks warm milk as droplets hit the floor. At last it seems that the growth spurts slowed down over Surry's body only to affect his chest who ramped up from leaking to outright spurting milk, draining his enlarged pecs only reacting to the fatherly growth blooming inside his inflated belly swaying under the constant thrusts of his new Daddy striking his pelvis against the soft furry cheeks slapping them red with each fierce strikes taming the new Beast claiming his dominance.

As the transformation slowed down to a halt. Grey put a stop to the pounding having nicely spread his seeds inside his Furret partner, slapping the red ass one last time before pulling out leaving a flood of semen to pour onto the destroyed sofa. He didn't mind the ruined furniture standing back up to observe the Beast he had transformed. Surry was exhausted panting out for fresh air nearly suffocating in this cloud of musk, he could feel a hand much tinier now patting his shoulder brushing along his wet fur. Grey stood next to him with a smile on his face, proud in the Furret along with offering him a hand with due respect.

“Wow, that was quite the ride tonight, partner. Mind if I catch your name ?"

The Furret hesitates before spitting out. “S-Surry… urfff~!"

“That's a good name fella! How about I show you the place with a nice tour of the property heh~? First destination would be the showers you're quite the mess big guy !"

Surry gladly accept the offer pushing his body on the side, clumsily getting his padded paws back on the ground stepping into the puddle of sweat and cum they've made, his legs struggled to hold still under the new weight his body grew and that gaping hole still dropping excess semen onto his damp fur. Once raising up he nearly lost balance forward endowed by the muscle gut welcoming a surprise inside. Grey closed up on his side to hold that precious belly brushing his sly hand down to Surry's womb.

“Isn't it beautiful ?" The rancher whispers, taking a step first to lead his new guest to the bathroom. Surry nodded with a huff, following his partner along and accepting the helping hand to rely on, laying against the shoulder of his Daddy as they walked along, a trail of semen marking their path as the Homestead welcome a new member~

Fin.