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The jackstock jenny's ears twitched and perked as she looked at the phone, "Dustin was just putting Evelyn down. Told me to..." she bit her lip and covered it with a stretch and sigh. Was kinda hard to focus on the phone in front of her since the jack behind her was pushing his back cock right into her pussy. "Lay down a bit... " she sighed as he fed more of his cock into her. Feeling how her burning, aching insides stretched out around that great big cock.

"Uh huh. Lay down?" Sayen clearly wasn't buying it. The bobcat smirked at her over face time.

Still, she had to keep up the act, "Yeah huh..." It took all she had not to bite her lip as the mammoth jackstock male pushed deeper into her aching body. She was keenly aware of every inch that was fed into her pussy. That wonderful, thick, delicious, and bare cock plunging so deep into her.

"Hey Ham, doing good?" The large jack leaned forward and delivered a thrust into Becky that rocked her and the bed. She squeaked and fumbled to keep her phone upright. Ears ringing and burning as the male casually rocked his body against hers. She was quickly losing it as he spoke up. Then Dustin spoke up as well, the draft horse, almost as big as Hamilton was, adding his weight to it. Pressing the jack down into the jenny and making her bury her face into the pillows. Burying her bray of pleasure as the Dutch draft slammed his weight into Hamilton. Who doubled down and threw his body against Becky's backside. Words turned into a low background hum as the stallion spoke with Sayen over the phone. Becky knew the cat's tone enough to pick up the teasing, but not what it was about. That made her ears burn all the worse as the guys pushed her into a grunting, groaning orgasm mere moments after starting.

Dustin leaned forward to turn the phone off as Sayen hung up. Then brought his hand up to stroke Becky's cheek, fingers casually hooking into her cheek and lifting her head up. "So," he huffed, "a few weeks and you want to be bred all proper?"

She could only groan at him. Especially as Ham's flare began to stroke her insides just so. A sure sign that the jack was about to blow. Her thighs shook and rear lifted. Only to be denied as Dustin pulled back with a, "Hold up, I just had a thought..." Which made Ham freeze mid-thrust and Becky whine. "Say, Hammy didn't you say..." he leaned forward to whisper something into the jack's ear. Something that made Hamilton stop, give a pause, then grin and nod.

"Say what?" Becky's ears perked as she wiggled. Trying to push back into the male as her pussy winked. That earned her ass a swat from one of the jack's powerful hands. "Ahh!" she gasped, but held still.

Dustin chuckled, "Oh I had a thought and I think you're gonna love it. But do you want to spoil it all now, or be surprised?" He flashed a grin.

"Why'd I have to say be surprised?" Becky grumbled at the window, snorting to herself as she watched the trees go past.

Hamilton deep voice rumbled, "Cause you love a surprise."

Gone was the house she and Sayen rented with the guys. Left behind hours ago. After the call, Dustin and Hamilton had been rather cagey about something. Insisting she let them handle it. That had lead to her having all kinds of thoughts. The type that made her squirm with anticipation. A couple years ago, Sayen had sprung a 'surprise' on her that lead to the jenny being gang-banged in a public club. While they hadn't counted on her birth control failing, her daughter had been a happy accident. Now, with little Eve approaching toddler age, Becky had felt the itch again. Except this time she wanted a bit more purpose to the act. She wanted to be bred, with intent and purpose. So she'd gone off her birth control and timed out about when her next cycle would start. [i]Should be this weekend, mere days away, for me to be nice and fertile.

She cast a look at Hamilton. Large, healthy, prime example of a mammoth jackstock. As was she. Both tall, naturally muscular, and very nearly like a draft horse themselves. He could, and was, prime breeding material. "So you're really not gonna tell me yet?" He shook his head. "How much longer then? Need to get out and stretch my legs."

That got an answer of, "Soon."

Dustin had taken Evelyn to her parents before sending them off. Her mom was more than happy to get to play Grandma for a week or so while Becky 'took a little vacation.' Where was she going to vacation? No clue. She and Ham had packed a small suitcase each, got onto a plane, and then he got into the rented SUV and started driving. That had been this morning, and it was mid-afternoon now. They'd gone out of town, up into the mountains, and were on a dirt road now.

As it turned out, Soon wasn't far off. They rounded a bend and came upon a rather nice looking cabin tucked near a lake. A screen of thick trees shielding it from even the dirt road. Though she guessed it was a driveway. There were a couple other cars there already, and she could spot people moving around inside.

Her ears folded back and she felt blood rush to them, and down below, as new thoughts began to race through her head.

"We're here," Hamilton announced as he parked between an old truck and a new one.

"Here is?" she started as she stepped out.

He grinned, "Family cabin. Come on."

The large jack lead the way up the wide steps and almost ran into the cabin. He threw the door open with a, "Hey!" and was greeted with several bellowed Heys in return. Hamilton stepped in and was caught in a hug with a jack who was almost larger than he. The pair sharing thunderous back claps and proclamations of love.

While they hugged, Becky looked at the cabin interior. It looked like one of those absolutely picturesque cabins you'd find in a magazine or movie. Great room on the main floor. Cozy looking couches and chairs arranged around a great fireplace. Fairly modern, if rough, looking kitchen off to one side. Several doors dotted the far wall, leading to bedrooms or bathrooms perhaps. Great, hewn logs held up a walk around the second floor. More doors just barely visible there.

As the men parted, Becky got a good look at them. Hamilton was tall and broad shoulders. His mane dyed a deep red and black. The other male was about the same build as Ham, but with a bit more of a belly on him. Gray about his muzzle, temples, and streaked through his mane. Clearly Hamilton's father. Now her eyes drifted past them to the other occupants. Another male who looked to be a few years older than Ham. Mane neatly trimmed and a deep black. Like Hamilton and his father, the male wore a button down flannel and jeans. A fourth jack sat at the kitchen counter, his mane grown out and shaggy. Dyed a rather vibrant purple and toxic green. Unlike the others, he wore a shirt for a band she'd never heard of and ripped jeans. He looked several years younger than Hamilton, but all four shared enough features that she could guess that they were related.

The male at the kitchen was half off the stool, ready to greet Hamilton, but his attention fell onto Becky. "Uh," he started.

That was enough to get the older male to look at her. Ears perking up as he reached up to adjust his glasses. "Oh, is this the lady you'd told me about?" His voice was deep, deeper even than Hamilton's and had a warmth to it that made her shiver. Hooves thudded on the wood as he stepped in and held his hand out, "Alan."

Becky stepped in and took the hand with a firm shake, "Rebecca, but everyone calls me Becky. "

Alan smiled and nodded his head over his shoulder, "Ah good handshake! Those are my other two boys. Thomas."

The older brother nodded, "Call me Tom or Tommy."

Alan nodded to the other, "Oliver."

Oliver looked a little confused as his ears twitched. Eyes darting from Becky to Ham, then to his dad. "Used to be Olly, but Oliver's cool." He pointed towards Becky and then motioned at Hamilton, "So unm, I thought this was gonna be a guy's week type thing."

Alan cleared his throat, "It is, ah. Ham, why don't you get your stuff and put it up." The older male turned and swept his hand down Becky's back, guiding her towards the kitchen counter where the other two were waiting. All while Hamilton headed back out to the car to get their suitcases. "So Becky," his voice dropped a little, "My boy told me what you wanted, and suggested this. I'm more than happy to," he chuckled, "help out. Wouldn't be the first time."

Oliver looked confused, but Tom's ears perked up and the male leaned a little more into the counter, eyes looking over Becky with a new glint in his gaze.

Oliver sounded confused, "Help out? Help out what?"

Alan guided Becky to the kitchen counter and stopped. His hand was so large, so warm. It's heat radiated into the small of her back as his fingers brushed against her. Touch light, but firm enough to make itself known. She couldn't help but shiver a little, nostrils flaring at the scent of three healthy males. Her tail lifted on its own, slowly but surely.

The older jack cleared his throat, "Do you remember when your Aunt and her partner wanted a kid, and then found a willing donor?" Oliver nodded, but he kept that confused look on his face. Alan and Tom shared a look, chuckled, and then Alan leaned one elbow against the counter. "So, Ham tells me that you want to be bred, and with purpose?"

As he said Purpose, his hand dropped lower. Teasing the edge of her jeans. Becky couldn't stop the shiver as she nodded, "Yes sir... Um, Alan."

He smirked, "Tom, weren't you and Sandra talking about adopting? Maybe finding a surrogate? Think she'd like a healthy foal from another jackstock?"

Now Tom had a slight smirk on his face, "Oh I think she'd love one." He pointed in thought, "You're the one that Ham's shown me pictures of? Had a kiddo a year or two ago? Real cute little one too." Becky nodded, but it was getting harder to focus. Especially as Alan's hand slid down the back of her jeans. His massive hand easily cupping her backside. "Yeah," Tom started slowly, "I could let her know I'd found a Jenny. Newly pregnant, wanting to adopt out. Especially if it's a friend of Ham's." He tapped his finger to his lips, "I could come up with an agreement pretty easily. If that's okay with you, Becky." She nodded. He snapped his fingers, "Awesome, give me like five minutes." Tom got up and went to another room. Her breathing grew heavier at just how casually these guys were talking about everything. It was one thing to have a guy talk dirty while fucking her. It was something else entirely to have them so casually discussing knocking her up.

She could almost hear the penny drop in Oliver's head. Both his ears shot up, piercings jingling, "What, are we talking about?" He trailed off and started making hand motions Becky couldn't make sense of.

"Fucking her?" Alan laughed as he stepped closer to her. "Wouldn't be the first time I've been a 'donor' to a woman. Same for your brothers."

Oliver frowned and tried to process it, "What about Mom? I mean, aren't you cheating?"

Becky couldn't help but lean her head back as Alan's hand came up around her front. His fingers brushed over her neck. Then dipped down to her jeans. She expected to feel a grope, hear the ripping of denim, but instead, his hands kept roaming. Making slow, steady laps around her hips, across her belly, and back down. "Cheating? Naw, it's just bodies. Your Ma knows she's my world. Hell, the first time it was even her idea." He brayed a laugh and raised his voice to a falsetto, "Get you off my back for a while." Alan brayed a laugh, then brought his hand in a quick upwards swat. "Fuck, I love some jenny ass..." Alan leaned back and Becky leaned forward, bracing her elbows on the counter. "Especially when they're eager," he grinned and kept stroking her hips and rear. "You are eager, aren't you?"

"Y-yeah," Becky panted, feeling her body heat up more than expected. She couldn't help it as her pussy twitched, then winked. Already starting to dampen the crotch of her jeans.

“Good.” He flashed a smile, “We were just about to get some food. I know Hamilton always gets hungry after a long drive.” Alan laughed and moved to sit down, “We can talk about things then.” He pointed to himself, “I’m a welder.”

Hamilton grunted, “More than that,” as he came in and took a seat by his father.

“Yeah,” Tom walked in, reading over something on some paper. “Dad’s a structural engineer, mechanical engineer, and expert negotiator. On top of the whole welding thing. This look good, Pops?” Tom glanced at Beck and smiled, “Lawyer here, just a lawyer and nothing more.”

Alan took the papers from his eldest and read over them, nodded, and handed them to Becky. “Seems good to me.” He pushed his glasses back up and thumbed to Tom, “He specializes in personal injury cases. Goes pro bono on some to help people that need it more.” The older donkey flashed a grin, “That’s for telling her about my degrees, jackass.”

“Oh,” Becky took the papers, “I’m getting closer to finishing my material sciences track. Really interested in what we use to put things together.” Then she began to read the papers. It was a rough agreement between the five of them. There would be rules to be discussed and laid out. She could call for a stop at any time. At such a time she did become pregnant, then Tom would pay for the doctor visits, birth, and adoption fees. Officially she was serving as a surrogate for him. Anything that happened within the cabin was to remain there.

Ham chuckled, “Oh no,”

Oliver flashed a nervous smile, “Can’t let her and dad talk shop materials?”

Becky stuck her tongue out, “So, um… rules?”

Alan made a dad face at his boys. “Yeah.” Counting off on his fingers, “Mealtimes are sex free, as is the kitchen proper. Learned my mistake there fucking around during breakfast. You’ll get the main bedroom, so you’ll have your own bathroom.” He looked over his glasses at the boys, “If the bedroom door is closed, then that means she wants to be alone, got it? Which means, if you want us to just walk in and have at you, leave the door open.” Becky’s ears folded back at the thought of waking up to one of them pinning her down. She shivered and felt another twitch in her panties. “No means no, if she wants a break, we respect that. Beyond that? Any rules we can come up with as needed. Questions, comments?”

Oliver looked like he had a lot of questions, but didn’t know how to ask them or what to bring up. Tom did lift a finger, “So, are you wanting to initiate, or do you want to be free use?”

Her ears folded back and the jenny coughed, “Um, free use.”

Alan clapped his hands, “Excellent. Now, I know I said no sex during meals, but usually the first night is just us lads sitting around. Drinking, chatting, snacking,” he rolled his hands, “I just don’t wanna make a mess on the table, or have a fork end up somewhere it shouldn’t.”

Becky shivered at that, then huffed, “I wouldn’t mind being passed around some while we hang out.”

The two older sons joined their father in a grin this time. “Good,” Alan leaned forward, “So, shall we sign? And this all stays a secret here, Oliver. Got it?”

“Yeah,” his ears folded then perked up. “Oh yeah. Um, “he tapped his chest, “Oliver. Taking a gap year or two. Wanna figure out what I wanna do before diving into college.”

“Good lad,” Alan nodded, watching as Becky signed with a pen that Tom handed her.

Each of the males took their turns signing the papers. Tom snorted quietly as he signed, “I’ll get something more official once we’re all settled and want to make it official. This should be good for now though.”

Alan clapped his hands, “Well then, you guys get things sorted. Double check the bedrooms, put out new sheets on the beds. Get the snacks and movies ready. I’ll supervise.” There were some mutterings from the others, but they got up and separated to do as was told. Alan turned to Becky and smiled, “As for you? Strip.”

His tone was firm, words warm and powerful. She found herself standing up before she could think. Becky’s ears perked and fell back with a quiet huff as she began to undress. She shouldn’t be shy, she’d been naked around a lot of guys before. Yet every time she undressed around someone new, she couldn’t help but feel that thrill again. She felt her pussy twitch against her panties as she unbuttoned her top and pulled it off. Alan took it from her, folded it, and put it aside as she took off her bra.

“You know,” Alan grinned as he took her bra, “no matter how old a guy gets, how matter how many he sees, there’s nothing like a good pair of breasts.” Becky stilled as he reached out and cupped her breast. She bit her bottom lip as his hand swept over and felt her. “Good size, nice weight,” his thumb brushed her nipple, “Great response.” She bit her lip and moaned as her teat sprang to life immediately. Firming under even that single brush.

Alan glanced at her over his glasses. “There we go. When Ham showed me some videos of you, first thing I said was how cute your noises were.”

“Videos of me?”

“Videos of her?”

The older donkey chuckled, “Yes, sent me those lovely little videos of her. The ones with the themes?” He looked over at the surprised looking Oliver, “Yes, there were a couple ‘complete stranger accidental creampie’ so it’d be up your alley.” The punk donkey jerked, earrings jingling as they perked then lay flat. “Oh we know about those videos. Should talk to you about clearing your search history.”

Oliver muttered, “I use incognito.”

Tom brayed a laugh from one of the bedrooms, “Which works when you close the window. Or remember to actually use Incognito.” He leaned out of the door, “Why do you think Dad got you that laptop? Or why I got you that sleeve? Then Ham showed you the good hiding spots so Mom wouldn’t find it.”

Alan chuckled, “Your mother knows all the hiding spots. She designed the house, after all.” He leaned in and lipped at Becky’s nipple. She whined out a gentle moan and arched her back proudly. Pushing breasts into his face as his hands gently played with her. Each touch, every brush of his whiskered lips against her. Oh it was great to be played with just for the fun of it. Her tail twitched and flagged behind her. Winking again as her excitement built. His voice dropped, “Why don’t we get those pants off you before you make a mess?” He winked and gave her nipple a gentle bite before pulling away.

That set her cheeks on fire. Becky huffed as she stood up fully and worked off her shoes and jeans. She could feel all the guys' eyes on her as she wiggled her jeans down. Then her panties, which yes, were already pretty damp. Alan took her clothing, folding it, and placed it on the counter. Then made a slow lap around her, examining her with a critical eye. "Good muscle tone. Really accentuates your natural curves." She shivered as his hands brushed over her hips and sides. "Can tell that she's had a foal already. See here and here?" She huffed, feeling like a beast being examined.

Oliver joked from the upstairs walkway, "Going to check her teeth next?"

Alan smirked up at his son and stepped in front of Becky with an arch of his brow. When his hands came up to her cheeks, she opened her mouth. And let out a moan as his thumbs slid into her cheeks so he could mock-examine her. "Well, that's new." He laughed as her cheeks flushed.

"Oooh," Oliver breathed, "she must like fish hooking." When Alan shot him a questioning look. "Fishhooking, it's a dominance thing. Sometimes done to open the mouth up for a kiss, or spit if they're into that. Or from behind to make them rear back some."

Tom snorted, "More videos in your history, huh? He's kinda right through, done with thumbs or fingers from behind. Can be fun when done right."

Alan breathed, "Well, just let me know if I go too far, alright?" It was hard to agree with his fingers crammed into her mouth. Becky nodded and tried to behave as he continued the mock exam. Cheeks flushed hot as he tilted her head one way then the other. Then leaned in and kissed her full on the mouth. Tongue driving right into and finding hers eager and willing to wrestle. He let his hands slide along her cheek to the back of her head, holding her for a long moment. Once he broke the kiss, he teased, "Minty fresh and looks good."

Wiping his hands on her neck, the older male strode around behind her. A nudge had her turn and lean forward, bracing her hands on the breakfast bar. He gripped and spread her cheeks, exposing the dark lips of her pussy right as she winked. "Oh," he breathed out, "yeah she's pretty worked up." Fingers dipped down to probe her pussy, "Off birth control I take it?"

It was really hard not to buck into his hands. She nodded and sighed, "Few weeks now, peak of my cycle should be this week."

"Ya hear that?" Alan brayed. "Means she's gonna be ovulating sometime this week we've got her for. Perfect time for a herd of studs to just," he gave her ass another swat, "have fun and knock her up."

Then came the sound she'd been wanting to hear. A chime of a belt and the hiss of a zipper. Just a second later there was the heavy, firm thump off a cock off her backside. Becky huffed and let her trimmed nails scrape against the wood of the breakfast bar. Eagerly pushing her hips back as she stepped apart.

"Hey," Oliver mused, his focus on the naked jenny more than anything. "Thought you said no sex in the kitchen."

Becky glanced back as Alan pumped his cock. Thumping it off her ass a few times, "I'm not in the kitchen. This is the breakfast bar. We're technically in the great room. Besides," he stepped forward and lined up, pressing his bare cock right to her pussy as she winked. "My cabin, my rules."

Over the years, Becky had been taken by surprise. She'd been with other equines, reptiles, felines, even some exotic species. Some with protection, some without. There were times when she'd be in a roleplay with them, setting up one scenario or another. Playing out either some fantasy or a scene for one of Sayen's videos.

Today she learned there’s nothing more exciting than this. The feel of a male in her. Cock bare. Fully intent on breeding her.

Head dipped and she groaned as Alan pushed every inch into her. Not stopping until his hips clapped off hers and that wonderfully plump ball sac of his bounced off her thigh. "Fucking hell," he breathed out, taking a second, "nothing like a jenny ready for a rut." He clapped Becky's ass with a glancing slap. The type that made her ass jiggle just right and made a loud crack, all while stinging just enough. When she threw her head and gasped, he clapped both hands on her hips and began to fuck her.

It wasn't the hard, brutal fucking that some males could do. Nor was it stately and slow. Alan found a sweet spot in between the two. Making her ass ripple with each thrust while still taking his time to savor the feel of her. How her juices coated his cock and dripped off his balls. Just how eagerly she pushed her hips back into his. Her sweet little moans and pants as they fell into the most primal of acts.

Oh and his hands. The way his hands roamed up and down her body. Feeling her breasts. Caressing her thighs. Lavishing attention on her belly. Then down to play with her spread lips and swollen clit. He was playing her like an instrument. Matching her moans with low grunts of his own. Steadily, purposefully, driving every single inch he had into her. Medial ring tapping off her lips, then pulling back to give it to her again. Shocking her to the core again and again. Jolting her with raw pleasure as his bare cock slid so deep into her. Pushing her so quickly towards bliss. Making her gasp and hunch her shoulders. Groaning like some beast before...

"Thar she blows!" Alan pant-laughed as Becky squealed. Thighs shaking as she came and clenched. Almost squirting around his cock, certainly soaking his balls. He only slowed a beat. Giving her just long enough to catch her breath before he picked right back up. Pounding the jenny like the experienced stud he was. But she could feel it. The steady growth of his flare. That thick equine tip of his hit her in all the right places. Stretched her so right. She could only grunt and pant, sweat just starting to glisten about her shoulders as she drove her body back into him.

No surprise that Alan wasn't far off. He planted a good dozen more thrusts, pushing her into a mini-climax, before he drove in with a grunt. Hips clapped hard off hers as he buried himself right up to he root. Holding himself there as his tip flared and balls lifted. Pumping his rich, virile seed into her. The first for the weekend. Leaving her panting and giddy. Mind teetering on the edge of subspace, but not quite there yet. Unlike the club, this wasn't a weaponized and well aimed attack on her senses. It was a fuck, plain and simple.

"That all you had in you, Pops?" Tom teased as he moved through the kitchen. The lawyer moving snack platters and drinks towards the living room now.

Alan panted with a grin, "Oh I'm sure we'll have plenty of times to impress her. That's not what she wanted was it?" He gave her ass another slap and squeeze, "She wanted a nice big wad shot right into her."

Becky was shaking with pleasure and raw, giddy energy. Her thighs quivered and knees nearly buckled. She had to hold onto the counter to keep upright. "Ye-yeah," she panted. Looking up as Ham approached with a smirk, a towel, and a pair of washcloths. "Thanks."

Ham smirked at her and moved to the couches. Only then did she notice that the large male was naked too. Balls and sheath swinging freely as he strode to a chair and dropped down with a grunt. Then she realized Tom was in the buff as well. While he wasn't as large as Hamilton, Tom was fit in his own right. Chiseled, healthy, with a tattoo of a dragon that wrapped from his chest, around a shoulder, and to his back.

Alan chuckled as he pulled out, "I bet my boy has been teasing you all the way here, huh?" He took one of the clothes and cleaned himself up. Becky doing the same with the other. Making sure she wasn't going to drip on anything. "Go get some snacks and get comfortable."

"He has," she laughed, "Kept working me up and then making me wait."

Tom high fived his brother, "My man." Then watched as Becky rounded the couch and sat on the towel. "So," he mused, "You want next?" Becky perked her ears as she nibbled on the fresh fruits. Then picked up a beer from the table. Ice cold, small batch craft. Looked good.

Hamilton waved, "She knows what I'm like already."

"Alright," Tom grinned and stood up, stroking his sheath already. "Need an opener or..." both ears perked as Becky flashed him a grin. Then used her breast to twist the cap off. Tossing her head back to drain the bottle in several long gulps. "I don't know if I should be as turned on by that as I am."

She let out a low burp, "Blame my dad. He liked to treat me like one of the guys. Mom wasn't amused when he taught me how to twist the caps off root beer with anything."

Tom laughed, "Oh you're gonna have fun here then. Bunch of guys hanging out, fishing, watching TV, games, and... " he leaned in with a grin. Planting hands on either side of Becky as he did so. "Well, you want free use, yeah?" She nodded, heart already racing as she scooted towards the edge of the couch. Letting her rear hang off it. "Degradation?"

"To a degree, just don't be too mean with it."

"Or she'll cum," Ham teased.

Becky huffed and hurled a throw pillow at him, cheeks flushed hot. Tom laughed then liked upwards, "Hey Ollie. You want second round on her or wanna wait till she's messy?"

Wood creaked as Oliver leaned over the banister, "I don't know if I want sloppy seconds after dad."

Tom brought his hand down and ran fingers over Becky's pussy, "Rather have her after Ham and I get done?" She bit her lip with a little huff as he talked over and around her. Oliver muttered something she couldn't hear over the pounding of her heart. Whatever it was made Tom stop, "We're not gonna make fun of you. No one here cares if you bust early. Hell, we've all been two pump chumps. Dad, how long did I last in Caroline?"

"First time? I don't think you made it balls deep before you popped. Once you got used to it, you were making her howl." Alan laughed and slapped his knee, "Always fun seeing how you boys grow and learn."

Oliver's steps were slow and hesitant as he came downstairs and approached. "I don't know how okay I am with finding all this out, honestly." Though his eyes were on Becky. Bulge in his pants obvious as he took in the full sight of the naked jenny, legs pushed up with his brother's fingers casually playing with her pussy. Stirring up the mess their father had made in here mere moments before.

Alan rolled his shoulders, "It's just bodies and consenting fun. Your mother knows I've done it before. She also knows she's my queen and..." he trailed off with a grin, "I'm sure you don't wanna know whee I do to her."

Olive frowned, "Fuck no. But I mean, if it's all good..." Buckles chimed as he undid his pants and let them fall down. Tom winked at Becky and moved to a chair with a low huff. "Should we have like a safe word or something?" Oliver asked as he kicked off pants and boxers.

"For normal sex, no, but good point." Alan snapped his fingers, "We should have something for if she needs a break."

Becky reached down to grab her legs and pull them closer to her chest. "Lemon."

Alan clicked his tongue, "Fast with that, I wonder if she already had one in place." He smirked as Ham just grinned. "So right, if you hear her say Lemon, you stop. Right then, immediately. No if ands or buts. She's trusting us and allowing us to use her, if she says Lemon, you stop. If any of us three tell you to stop, you stop. Got it?"

Becky felt an invisible tension she didn't know she'd had relax. She knew she could trust Ham, but to hear Alan dive right into that? Felt safe.

"Yeah, I got ya." Oliver stepped toward and swallowed. He leaned over Becky and braced a hand on the back of the couch. She reached down to help guide him forward. Watching as he shivered, then gasped when her body winked against his tip. "Hotter than I'd have thought," came the soft mutter. Then he pushed in with a slow, "Faaaauuuuuwk," as her body accepted him.

Oliver panted, shivered, and bucked deeper into her. Stirring the strange jenny's pussy with his stiff cock. Mixing his father's cum as he drove deeper before pulling out. It didn't matter that she was freshly fucked, or that his family was watching. It was all about the feel. The smell. Hearing the woman under him moan. The unsteady smack of his balls off be body. How her warmth baked him through and through as she arched towards him. How...

"Oh fuck!"

Oliver hunched over her and panted. Shuddering as his flared cock ground inside her. Hips rocking ever so slowly as he pumped his seed so deep into her. Becky breathed out a low hum and leaned forward to give him a gentle nudge with her nose. He laughed, panting, and pulled back. Eyes dropping to their union as his cock slid back and out. Falling free with a wet pop.

"Heeeey!" his family cheered making Oliver blush some.

Alan waved him over, "Great job. Get your legs back, clean up, and settle down. How was she?"

Before Becky could listen in on Oliver, Ham, and Alan talking about her, Tom was there. The jack winked as he grabbed her legs and pushed them towards her chest. "Always did like them a bit sloppy." He said with a wink and a play growl. She blushed hotly as he reached down and casually smacked his cock off her bare pussy. Watching as it winked and flexed, drooling the cum from the double loads she'd already taken. He let out a rather pleased sounding noise and wiggled his tip up and down against her. Enjoying the wet, sloppy noises he was coaxing from her. Before just so casually lining up and driving into her. Throwing his weight over top of her into a proper mating press as she squealed. The male grunting over her as he threw his weight into her over and over. The clap of his balls off her ass rather pronounced. Starting to sting so nicely within mere seconds.

That was the start of her evening. The guys talked about watching a movie or a series. Debated on it. Ended up throwing something on the big TV they could all enjoy. All while one or two of them took turns with Becky. It wasn't constant. She had plenty of time to get her own snacks. Drink a drink. Use the bathroom to clean up or something. Though she never went too long before one of the guys was pulling her head into his lap, or positioning her to fuck her silly. Each had their own turn and rhythm. Ham she knew well with his mostly silent, grunting pants. Something he seemingly got from Alan, though the older male was a bit gentler even when being rough. Tom was the surprise one, hammering her with brutal, aching thrusts that made her squeal and gasp. Which made the others play complainant about and turn up the TV to drown her out. Oliver went with it, but was clearly still trying to figure things out.

Which imagine her surprise when he suggested something before they turned in for the night.

"Oh fuck, she is good isn't she?" Tom panted as his hands ran through her mane. Casually pumping is hips towards her muzzle as she slurped wetly around his cock.

Hamilton chuckled, "Told ya," as he stroked his cock. Huffing low in his throat at the sight of the jenny blowing his brother.

"What does it feel like?" Oliver barely asked the question before Becky turned on him. Eagerly replacing her hand with that mouth of hers. Tongue bathing his cock, cupping him as she drove her muzzle down. He gasped and huffed, hips shuddering towards her. She gulped eagerly and looked up at him with a smile. Lips fluttering on his cock as she bobbed her head and sucked nice and loud.

"Kinda like that," Tom laughed, rocking his hips in Becky's hand. Before she reached over to Alan and began to fondle the older male.

Alan huffed and grinned down at her, "Must be getting old. Ten years ago I'd be keeping up with you boys. Now? Fuck, only gotten her a couple times tonight." He licked his lips and reached down to stroke Becky's ears, "She's an eager one you found, Ham." Rolling his head, he looked over at Oliver, who looked like he was barely holding it together. "So, let me get this straight. We all just stand around and try to all finish about the same time?"

Thankfully, Becky turned her attention to Alan, diving down on his cock with a wet gulp. Oliver panted and laughed, his flare already twitching. "Y-yeah, we all get ready about the same time and," he made a hand motion, "all over her face and whatever."

The elder chuckled, "Well then, I'm gonna need a bit more of a warm up." Shifting is grip on Becky's ear as he drove her head down with a, "That's the ticket," as she gagged quietly. "That's my good girl, taking it like a fucking champ." She moaned, the sound broken up as he shoved her head down into his thrusting hips. Fucking her face with a casual energy that made her squirm before him.

"Fucking hell," Alan panted, "Girl really could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. About got me ready to blow." He glanced at the other men.

Tom rolled his shoulders, "I'm ready whenever you are, been keeping myself on edge." He stuck his tongue out and pumped his cock a few times, flare swelling before the jenny before he backed down some.

Oliver nodded and licked is lips, "Yeah, ready whenever too."

Hamilton just gave a thumbs up. "Well then," Alan shifted to grab Becky's head with both hands, slamming is cock into her muzzle. She moaned and pumped Hamilton and Oliver faster. Thighs clenching as the four males readied to blow their loads all over her. She could barely keep up with Alan as his cock drove into her mouth, threatening to push into her throat with each stroke.

"Fuuuck!" Oliver was first to go. Alan releasing Becky right as the younger jack started to twitch. She pulled back and turned to face him, mouth open wide and tongue out. Just in time to catch that first shot right where he wanted it to go. Poor Oliver gasping as he watched his cum blast her across the muzzle and eager tongue. Only to have his older brother join him. Hamilton pumping shot after shot over Becky's throat and chest, managing a few across her muzzle. Tom and Alan wrapped it up, peaking at almost the same time. Both Bray-panting as they painted her with their cum. She had to shut her eyes as they kept painting and coating her. Feeling that thick warmth spreading over her face and breasts as she moaned out for them.

Then silence as the five of them began to come down. Panting, grinning, and giggling as they glanced at each other. Hamilton stepped away a second and came back with a camera, snapping a picture, "For Sayen," he winked.

"Who?" Oliver asked.

Alan waved a hand, "Go explain it to him upstairs. We've all worn ourselves and our guest out. She needs a shower and I need a heat pad for my back."

"Getting old, old man!" Tom laughed as he helped Becky up, wiping her face with that near-omnipresent washcloth. Which was getting a bit crusty already. "Think you can get to the shower yourself?"

She nodded, "Not been fucked that senseless yet."

"Yet she says," Alan snorted a laugh, "Oh one thing. Keep showers kinda short. Fifteen minutes round about. We've got a tankless heater, but we run off a well. Don't wanna run out of water cause we've made too much of a mess, eh?" He smirked, "Could save on money by showering together, but we'll let the bathroom be one of your safe spots."

She blushed and pinned her ears back, "Thank you."

The shower was a relief. It was big too, which made sense since they were all mammoth jackstocks too. Getting the cum rinsed out and the water brushed out of her fur was a huge relief. Becky breathed a sigh as she patted herself down with a towel. Looking about the unfamiliar bedroom. Queen sized bed. Fresh linens. Her suitcase in the corner, not that she'd likely need it. The cabin was nice, cozy, and she could feel the day catching up on her now that she was alone. Shuffling to the bed, she glanced at the door and perked her ear a little. It was open a crack, but she could hear the guys thudding around upstairs. Muffled conversation coming through the wood floors. For a moment, she thought about closing the door, but...

Why not?

Still naked and a little damp, she slid into the bed and let the light sheet draped over her naked form. Wiggling down, she breathed out a quiet sigh and closed her eyes. Sleep came fast, settling about her within seconds. Ears twitching as her breathing evened out into low, quiet snores. Noises that were soon echoed though the cabin as the other donkeys settled down.

Fingers brushed along Becky’s body. She hummed quietly and stirred slowly, ears twitching against her mane. The light touch nudged her onto her back as she woke. Nostrils twitched as she tried to process just where she was. Unfamiliar scents, the feel of a strange bed, different sounds than she was used to. For a long moment, she was lost, brain trying to come out of sleep while figuring out where she was.

That touch roamed down and rubbed her pussy lips. Her body responded to the touch quickly, thighs parting and her back arching with a soft moan. Her sleep-addled brain was having problems remembering where she was, but her body knew that touch. Oh yes, she remembered, I’m in a cabin. There’s several guys who want to breed me. I’m theirs for a week. Her cheeks heated up as the fingers pushed into her and hooked. Curling over her clit and teasing for a second before driving in harder. Palm slapping off her swollen folds and making her huff. Which only made her partner chuckle in satisfaction.

Weight made the bed creak as the male climbed on top of her. Who was it? She wanted to open her eyes and look, but at the same time, wanted to feign sleep. See if he’d start anything when she was still ‘asleep’ under him. She’d heard of somaphilia, but didn’t wanna get drugged up for anything. That seemed less fun.

Arms slid under her legs and pushed them up. They came to rest on a muscular chest and shoulders. Weight came down on her as the male pinned her to the bed. Hot breath in her ear, “I know you’re awake.” After him whispering in her ear so many times the day before, she knew Tom’s voice. “Though I think I know the best way to wake you up.” Shoulders pushed her legs into her chest, folding her in half as he reached down. Becky felt the male’s morning wood smack off her twitching lips. He shifted, pressing his tip against her pussy lips. Trapping his tip just inside her. Seeming to savor the feel of her wink around him. Body practically begging for him to rut her.

Her eyes snapped open as he threw his full weight down into her. Shadows above her, the jack was only illuminated by a light out in the great room. Turning him into some sort of monstrous shadow. She arched and opened her mouth, ready to squeal. Tom was there first. Thumbs hooked into the corners of her mouth and pulled back. His mouth was on hers before she could draw the breath, tongue filling her mouth. Eyes rolled back in her head as she almost choked on his tongue. Moaning into his mouth as he threw his weight into her. Spreading her body with his wonderfully thick, deliciously bare cock.

Tom broke the kiss a second later, “Shhh,” he hissed, “don’t want to wake the others yet.” He threw himself into her. Balls clapping off her ass, bed creaking under them. “Fucking slut,” a deep grunt as he hammered her. “Cock hungry whore. Wanting nothing more than to be fucked and knocked up.” Her cheeks grew hotter, breath coming in shorter gasps. She jerked and twitched under him. Pussy winking wetly around his cock, soaking his shaft and balls with her growing excitement.

Tom slowed a second and peered down at her. His face masked in the shadows. Then he thrust harder into her, jostling the jenny and making her gasp. "Like it rough, huh? Be put in your place, you don't care so long as it's a good fucking cock in you, do you?" Her eyes rolled and tongue pushed against his finger. She didn't try to say anything. Just drooled around his finger and moaned. Each thrust drove a grunt from her, but she was pushing into him as best she could. Using her body to tell him that she wanted more, needed more from him. She could feel her insides tightening, raw pleasure surged through her. Each thrust was met with a wink, a clench, another squirt of her juices. The wet sound of her excitement meshed with the heavy thumping of his balls off her body. He was fucking her so hard she was certain the sound would wake everyone up. Not the creak of the bed, that was rock solid, but the impact of his body off hers.

The male groaned and arched over her, "Gonna fill your whore cunt." Thrusts shortened, sharpened, Becky's groaning was near constant now. A jarring, panting affair as she felt herself slipping back. Pure bliss surging through her now. "Can't wait can you? Bet you dreamt of this all night." His flare scraped her insides. Battering her insides into submission. Her ass and thighs stung so wonderful.

Then he spit into her mouth. Just leaned back and let loose with a, "Ptttew." No one had ever done anything close to that with her. It caught her wholly off guard and pushed her over the edge. Her world exploded. Body arched and pushed against him, thighs flexing on his chest. Becky was gone, it was just that primal, fertile jenny with a cock buried so deep in her. She nearly brayed, but the sound died out into a deep groan. Cut off by the fingers that held her mouth open. Oh she could feel herself cumming, knew that she was squirting around his cock. They'd have to change the sheets, lest they stink of her.

"Fuck!" he breathed and threw himself against her. Muzzle almost touching hers as he ground his teeth and snarled. Then he felt it. That shocking impact of balls off her ass. A last swell and twitch of his flare before his cock surged. Oh and then the pure bliss she'd been needing. That wonderful thick warmth blasting against her insides. Painting her and staining her once again. Adding to the loads she'd taken the night before. She was astonished that Tom had so much to give her. It felt like he just kept cumming and cumming.

Hot breath blasted her face as he panted. Winding down slowly, holding onto her until he was done. Then he pulled his fingers back and withdrew. She was certain he'd pumped her full for several minutes, but only a mere trickle escaped her. No more or less than the usual amount. Yet she swore there had been more. Hells, she swore she could feel his sperms inside her. Swimming, racing the other men's loads to get to her eggs.

Fingers brushed her cheek, "Hey, you alright there?"

It took her a few seconds before she blinked. Only then did she realize that she'd been staring blankly at the ceiling. She nodded slowly and muttered something. He laughed, still out of breath. "Ham warned me you fall into subspace pretty hard. Water?" A nod. The jack sat up and then offered her a cool, icy drink. It was bracing, and exactly what she needed. Ears folding back as she gulped it down. "Sorry," she muttered, "Kinda got lost in the sauce."

She could see him smile in the darkness. "Not too much? Kinda wanted to see how far I could push it there." Oh her cheeks and ears lit up, but she shook her head. "Well, good to know. Dad, Ham, and I can figure out how far to push you." He stretched and sat on the edge of the bed, "We'll keep an eye on Ollie though. He's gotta learn how to feel things out." A stretch and groan, "I'm gonna go get breakfast started." He gave her haunches a pat and smirked. Getting up to head out into the cabin proper. He paused at the door, "Leave the door open or closed?"

It took her a second, "Closed, I need to... Clean up." She breathed out an embarrassed pant.

Not that she really should have cleaned up. Though there was something nice about being freshly showered. Hair still damp, smelling oh so clean. Yet still have a guy pounding her like he hadn't felt good pussy in weeks.

After a cowboy shower, she didn't want to waste too much water, Becky had joined Tom in the great room. While he prepared breakfast and chatted, she sat on one of the stools by the breakfast bar. It didn't take too long before Hamilton came down to join them. The large, muscular jackstock still as naked as he'd been the night before. His morning wood swung from side to side as he muttered some sort of morning, before simply walking up behind Becky. She'd sat herself on a towel and positioned herself just so. Which made it easy for him to step up behind her, grab her hips, and drive in.

There was something about the casualness of it that set her off. Shoulders hunching and rear pushing back. Tom continued his casual chatter, asking what she wanted for breakfast. Even expanded to include Ham. Talking about plans, what they might do, discussions on fishing and bait. All while Becky tried to keep up and grunted with each thrust.

Powerful, flat teeth came down on her ear in a play bite. Then down to her neck. Pinching hard enough that his teeth lacked as he pulled back. Now that got a bray from her. Nice and loud as her hips shuddered back towards his. Ham, ever the gentleman, took the invitation and slammed himself forward. Grunting right into her ear as he filled her up. Hands possessively gripping and kneading her hips. So warm, so large, and utterly claiming her with his body in a way she was familiar with.

That set the tone for the day. Each of the men took their turns with her, draining off their morning excitement into her. Then a rather pleasant breakfast with more talk of what they were going to do. Alan and Oliver went out fishing. Hamilton went on a nice hike with her. Which lead to her being pinned against a tree and hammered. Trying to keep quiet despite being told that there was no one for miles.

Back to the cabin, it was time for a light lunch and some movies. That spawned some easy teasing and her taking a couple loads on the thighs and stomach. She started to lose track of who had done what. Just existing in the wonderful, light haze of pleasure that rolled through her.

Dinner was grilled fish. Freshly caught, scaled, and prepared. Since they were grilling, the herd decided to eat out on the porch. Which meant that while one of them was tending to the grill, the others tended to Becky.

"Ooh fuck," Oliver moaned as he let his hand rest on Becky's head. His hips rocked into her muzzle, casually fucking her face as she slurped around his cock. The loud, wet slurps almost drowning out the double impacts as Alan and Tom double teamed her. The elder jack laying on the lounge chair, muzzle wrapped around her nipple. Her poor ass stung from the near constant rippling as the two hammered her. There had been a teasing talk about both taking her pussy. Instead, Tom settled on donning a condom and railing her poor ass.

He growled, "She's got a killer mouth doesn't she? Wait till you feel her ass... Fuck, gonna blow."

"Get her right here then," Alan slipped his cock out of her, grabbing her cheeks and spreading wide.

Alan whipped his cock out and ripped the condom off. Jerking himself the last couple pumps before, "Graaafuck!" as he painted her spread pussy with his load. Barely finishing before his father drove into Becky, frothing up the cum with his quicker thrusts.

Oliver licked his lips, "Why the condom?"

Tom laughed, "Help keep things clean. And don't let us catch you going ass to mouth, or heaven forbid ass to puss. She's got herself clean back there, but still don't wanna mix those."

Hamilton came over, "Dinner's ready." The jack looking down at her as he pulled off his apron.

"Should wrap it up then," Alan chuckled and thought about it a second before slapping Becky's ass. "Roll over and spread em." She did exactly as she was asked. Rolling off him and back onto the lounge chair. Something which did disappoint Oliver since she'd abandoned his cock. Alan grabbed the seat and adjusted it, lifting Becky's rear up. "Alright Gents. Line up and fire your load into her. Then supper and give her some rest."

Her cheeks flushed warm since she knew what he wanted. Head down low, ass up, the jenny reached up to spread her dark pussy lips. Exposing herself to them. Biting her lip as Oliver and Alan stood over her. Ham stepped over her to join them, already stroking himself to hardness. More than eager to join his family in painting and filling her up.

Oliver licked his lips and groaned, "Should get a funnel," he half-laughed before groaning. Jerking into his hand as he came. Firing his load across her opened pussy and thighs.

"Next you'll be wanting us to cum in a jar or something for her. Or do that whole condom belt thing," Tom pointed a fork at his younger brother. "That weird internet shit you get into watching. By the way, this fish is great, Ham."

"Thanks," the largest male grunted before throwing his head back with a groan. His position nearly straddling Becky's chest meant she could see his balls lift and twitch as he came. Gladly painting her as he smacked his cock off her body. She stuck her tongue out and let her hand slide up and back. Caressing his thighs, then up between them to probe his backdoor. Hamilton grunted as she drove her finger in, hips jerking more as she coaxed out another shot or two.

Alan laughed, "Whoa, she's got your number there doesn't she?" The older jack took a little longer to finish. Though he wasn't about to be shamed by his boys. Gladly emptying himself onto her as well. Thumping his cock off her thighs and delighting in the noises he made.

With each of them having finished, Ham helped Becky sit up. Tom nudged a plate of food her way. Alan handed her

a drink, and Oliver a towel. She thanked each of them and dug into the food with gusto. Hungrier than she'd imagined.

"So," Alan started after a few minutes, "are you having fun, no regrets?"

Her ears perked then lay flat, "Yeah, it's a lot of fun. More tiring than expected," she laughed, "Might have to grab a midday nap tomorrow. It's been interesting, fun to just have a guy…"

"Use you like a sex toy?" Tom smirked. She nodded and the donkey chuckled, "Oh, and this is just day one." He winked at her and handed over another drink, "Four more days to go. Then comes the waiting game."

Oh her ears were burning as she nibbled at her food, "Can't wait."

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"Oh you're right, she's absolutely gorgeous." Scarlett's ears perked as she ran her hands over Becky's body. "Healthy, sturdy, good muscles, and oh..." The collie's ears perked as her hands weighed the jenny's breasts, then dropped to the swell of her stomach. She breathed out a murmur and let her tail wave behind her slowly, "she's so big already! You only had your fun with her a few months ago, Babe."

Becky's ears burned so wonderfully as she stood in the middle of the upscale living room. Tom had arranged for her to take a little vacation, just a weekend, to come meet with his wife. Becky had been nervous, coming to meet her. What was she supposed to do, how was she supposed to act around the woman? Becky had spent an entire week fucking her husband, wouldn't that be awkward?

Certainly not as awkward, or as exciting, as standing naked in a room while the dog examined her.

Scarlett wasn't near as tall as her husband, but the woman just radiated a friendly energy. Her tail waved behind her eagerly as she ran her nails over Becky's pregnant belly gently. The jack smirking as he sat on a recliner. "It's twins."

"Twins!" Scarlett yipped in delight, her tail waving faster now. "Guessing we don't know who the father is yet." She looked up at Becky and stuck her tongue out, "My money is on Alan and Tom." She reached up to tap Becky's nose, "Oh my Hubby had some [i]stories about that week." She brushed her fingers over the jenny's chin as she leaned in, easily resting her head between Becky's breasts, "He said you make the cutest noises." Nails traced down her sides before grabbing onto her wide hips, "I bet he can get so much rougher with you than he can with me, can't he?" Scarlett let out a little growl, eyes sparkling, "I bet he absolutely destroyed your cunt and left you just twitching as he pumped your whore body absolutely full. Didn't he?" the hands darted up to cup Becky's breasts, "I can't wait to see him pinning you down, shoving his cock between these, and just making a mess of your pretty face. Which I'll have to get some videos for your pussy cat. I did promise Sayen that." She stuck her tongue out and giggled, "Price of making pony play gear for you."

Holy Fuck. Becky could feel her cheeks burning as she stood there. Unable to help but shiver as Scarlett kept touching and examining her. Tossing in those insults in her cheerful, energetic tone. Which somehow made it all seem that much more exciting.

The collie grinned and took her hand, "Come on, let's get you off your feet at least. We can get to letting Tom absolutely destroy your worthless hole later. When I let him." She shot her husband a look and smirk. "If he behaves that is. Can't believe I get to tease two of you this weekend!" She began to lead Becky out of the room, "You probably don't know, but he's an absolute beast when I tease him for a few hours. I have been working him up all week just for you. Blue balled him. For an entire week. Just so he can completely ruin you. He's been so worked up. Like, Oh Em Gee, I'm worried he's going to break the fucking bed just pile driving you into it. Especially after I rile him up during dinner. Probably gonna rub some estrus scent on his nose and jerk him under the table. Won't let him finish until I'm good and ready. Maybe let him watch as you eat me out. Got a cuck chair set up for him too. Isn't that exciting?!"

“Yes, Ma'am." Becky giggled a little, feeling giddy.

"That's a good girl, but just call me Scarlett. Now come on. Girl time! How do you feel about nipple clamps?"