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Bertha Kine finds herself grasping the railing of her deck, the hot sun beating down on her naked back. Behind her, her furry and hot coyote neighbor strokes his hand up and down along her side, teasing her as his hand holds tight to her tail, making it almost like a leash.

"Such a naughty girl you are, Bertha," he teases. "Do you even think about what you'll do when you start to show?

"M... muhaybe... I'll, I'll bottle my milk."

He chuckles,' Oh, ho, such priorities," he says, hand slipping up to pinch at her nipple.

She gasps, "Aah!?"

He growls, "Such a woman who doesn't care about what her desires will do for herself or her family-this I can get behind. I have gotten behind it."

"M... mother hood... is all I crave!"

"Oh, I know, I know, dear Bertha," Cody coos, slipping away from her breast.

Bertha whimpers.

"And I'll give you motherhood because a fine creature with your hips, thighs, and breasts..." he breathes in, making her ear twitch, "needs to have what she wants."

"Wuh... what do you want... C... Cody?"

"Bertha," He says, placing his hand upon his heart. "I'm surprised you'd think so little of me. I'm helping you betray your husband for a new child. What else can I expect but to see you happy and to get my dick nice and wet." He says this, slapping a paw upon her rump, squeezing her thick hips, hooking a finger over her spotted bottom, and pulling it aside.

"Please... d... don't say things like that."

"Oh, but it's true. I've seen it many times before," the Coyote says, squatting down before Bertha. "It is your animal instincts to be a mother until your children are weened. The thing is, when you have a lover who appreciates every fold and every fluid, you have no need for weening.

"Are you saying you'll, aah!"

His tongue presses up against her sex, pressing hard, lashing upwards, flicking and fluttering back into his maw. "Simply delicious. You are primed for breeding. But of course, you knew that." He says, stepping back. "Onto the grass."

"H-huh?"

"If I'm going to fuck you like an animal, we should do it in some place natural, no?"

Bertha bites her lip and releases her gasp on the wooden railing. Small indentations remain where her hoof tips bury into the wood. She turns for the stairs, only for Cody to grab her bottoms and yank them down her thighs!

Bertha's bell jingles and her breasts wobble as she clasps her legs to stop herself from falling. "W-what. You want me to be-ah-an animal!?"

With a tug, he yanks off the top, tossing it aside. "I'm going to be, too, you know. Best way to impregnate you, after all."

Bertha shudders, that feeling shooting up her back as her hands move down her body of their own accord, hooking under her those bottoms. She steps out of them, one at a time, clopping down heavily one hoof in front of the other. She holds the last piece of covering she wore in her hand, watching it, not registering her nakedness until she hears the shuffling of fabric behind her.

"Better get comfortable, Bertha," Cody growls, "Because once I'm out of this, we are no longer neighbors. We are animals, doing what animals do."

She tosses the outfit aside, rushing down the stairs, her cowbell clattering. Once on the final step, she falls forward, landing on her hands and knees, the soft grass and earth giving way to her weight, staining her body.

And his words echo through her mind while she sits there, basking in the hot sun. "What... animals do?"

She gulps, gripping the ground before her, feeling that warmed-up earth between her fingers, and she lowers her head, pressing her snout to the freshly cut grass.

Slowly, she chews, and the feeling takes her back to a bygone understanding. Is this what she's supposed to be? No responsibilities, enjoying nature and frolicking in the field.

Cody laughs, but that is the last intelligent thing that she hears. A moment later, he leaps upon her, his arms awkwardly around her sides, groping at her tits. His cock, something she had never seen before, presses up to her folds, its tapered tip rubbing against her wanting and puffy flesh.

She coughs up her grassy snack, moaning, no, mooing at the signs of delight that shoot up in her mind. She was actually doing this. How could she? Why could she?

How could she not?

The thing that was Cody growls and pants into her ear, his hips thrusting forward, and finally, for real, he penetrates her.

All thoughts leave the cow's mind. There is only the sensation of a foreign cock delving itself deep into her with the express purpose of breeding her. It batters down all of her logical thought. It breaks down the conventions of society. This was her body, a body made specifically for this delight. It is a body that will bring life to a new being after this act of deceit and pleasure.

Cody's strong and quick thrusts have no real finesse to him. His mind must be equally empty as hers, but each thrust pushes her forward, his weight not so much to fight against her own strength. She stays on her hands and knees, taking it, rocking forward, her tits bouncing, and her bell ringing.

And through the running of motors and the soft smell of grills, the loud lulling of a cow fills the air, telling the whole world that she is an animal and has fallen to animal desire.

And she fucking loves it.