FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

With a slight POP! and a grunt from you, Boris is able to untie and begin unsheathing himself from your guts, inches of dog dick sliding out of you and meeting the crisp night air.

As well as the gaze of your dad and uncle. Uncle from your step mom's side, by the way. Maybe not technically an uncle by law or blood? You never really cared to find out, he's been fun to hang around either way. You're still unsure how your dad even broached the subject of watching you get fucked by animals and taking sloppy seconds with him, but uncle Steve was as enthusiastic as ever about it, especially as he greeted both of you as naked as the day he was born right as you'd got done hopping out of the car after the drive to his ranch.

Turning around after confirming the thunk of a door firmly shut, seeing your massive clydesdale of an uncle strolling towards you both, with an erection that puts your dad's meaty arms to shame was a hell of a pick me up. For your boner, that is, which had immediately started perking up and spraying pre into your shorts.

"God fucking damn Greg, you sure that's a dog?" your uncle says with a laugh, pulling you back to the present. Watery dog cum leaks down the back of your sack, dripping off into the grass and your own puddle below. Your own drippy doggy dick was rock hard and your knot was even harder, never able to escape your sheath since this wasn't about your own pleasure, not yet anyway. You still had a job to do.

"He cums like a goddamn horse," Steve continued, stepping around to inspect the "damage." Meaty paw gripping one of your cheeks, spreading you wide for all to see, he whistles like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "Sure did stretch your boy out nice, didn't he?"

"Always does," Greg, your dad by the way, starts. "Never had a problem sinkin' up to the knot myself when he's done. Sloppiest fuck I've ever had," he finishes with a hint of a growl in his voice, reinforcing how they're talking about you like a piece of meat. Probably recalling the memory of how you three nearly got caught by your mom coming home earlier than expected. Luckily she had entered downstairs, shouted up she had forgotten her wallet, and walked back out the way she came. You grimace every time you try and even imagine what would've gone down had she walked in on you three.

SMACK

"YIPE!"

Your uncle clapped the same cheek, once more bringing you back to the present. Focus, kid, you're not the center of a story or anything, nothing to retell inbetween the events of your first story and this one. Nothing that needs to be addressed. This is real life and you've just had your rump lapped at, mounted, fucked and bred wildly by the same dog your dad raised since he was a puppy, right in front of him and your uncle. And both of them are raring to have some seconds.

"He don't mind if I take an even closer look, does he?" Steve asks your dad, confirming with a nod. Why not ask you? You're here for them of course. You only whine as he starts playing with your hole, testing the stretch, getting those fingers all lubed up with dog cum. "Yeap, think he's about ready. I ain't though."

Next thing you hear is the cap on a bottle of lube, and a generous amount slathered on a slab of horse cock. Two feet, he measured for you. With a flare "as big around as your thigh" he promised. And you ain't the slimmest boy around. Got some real heft with your belly, enough so you can feel the blades of grass sway against it in the night's breeze.

A belly that, even as big as it already is, was about to be bulged out around your uncle's fat fucking horse dick, probably so much your dad could reach over and feel the ridges on its flared head through his own son's belly, along with the jets of cum he's no doubt going to be hosing the inside of it down with. "Wonder if yer gonna cum in his stomach?" Something pondered by your dad outloud.

"I'll make sure I do," your uncle answers as he lines himself up. Prodding your hole with the head of his cock, bigger around than your own wrist due to the show you gave him, he presses forward, ever so slightly stretching you out further. You may have already had Boris in you, but Boris wasn't actually a horse despite what your uncle thought about his output. Maybe his knot was about as big around as Steve's cock head is right now, but that grew inside you, not outside.

"C'mon kid, open up. Open that hole up."

"Open up for your uncle Steve, boy. I taught you better."

You strain, grunt, even cry a little, as the pressure grows and suddenly your uncle's cock head is in you, bloating out the first part of your guts as he flares slightly at the sheer tightness of an ass newly introduced to a horse. "Gawd DAMN, your boy's a tight one, Greg. Whooo, god. If this is how you handle me, lord fuckin' knows how you're gonna handle the four leggers." He gives up a spurt of pre at that, just that spurt feeling like it was one of your dad's ropes of cum. You hope you can the full thing.

He starts grinding in, pushing forward and pulling back with your reactions, thankfully merciful. He could've just shoved right on in and impaled you, but you guess that only happens in porn. You may be a bitch in the sense that you're just a hole for dogs, but you ain't pornstar material. You bleed, have a limit, and by god if your uncle doesn't find it tonight.

Deeper and deeper he works himself, reaching around and forcing your mouth open to suck on the fingers that were just inside you not too long ago. You could still taste the metallic, coppery taste of dog cum on them, with just a hint of dog slobber. Boris didn't need any lube of course, he made his own. The bump on your belly started to show a couple inches ago as you approach the medial ring, just about the halfway point, your uncle's flare dragging itself through your guts like it belonged. You guessed in a way that it did, what all had to align for you to be on your hands and knees right now, in the middle of nowhere on your uncle's ranch, taking said uncle's flared dick into your tight rear? Probably a lot.

His pre is a lot too. Your guess from earlier? Pretty accurate. You felt each spurt of pre doubly so, as it was accompanied by a slight flare of the horse dick making your ass its home. If anyone looked, you could probably see it pulsing through the skin and fur of your stomach, it was that deep. And it only went deeper. You had to process so many feelings at once, what felt like just a few minutes was a solid 10 of your uncle working himself in and out and deeper while your dad stroked himself off with the help of Boris.

You crane your head up to see more of the scene you only heard and smelled before. Your dad had his knot and everything out in the open air for Boris to lap at. He gripped and squeezed his knot in intervals, probably trying to simulate you clenching around him at 2am just about every night since you turned eighteen. From what you've known, he's been doing this with Boris for even longer. Dog's a trained professional in the art of dad dick licking, drawing moans and groans from the man you could only achieve with his knot bulging your cheeks and the tip of his dick down your throat.

Guess you have some practice you need to do.

Your uncle, with a loud grunt and a few swears, surprises you as his crotch finally makes contact with your rear. A whole two feet of horse dick in you, attached to the man you call your uncle. It's an indescribably full feeling, leagues more intense than Boris or your dad taking turns knotting loading you up. You feel like a sleeve. As your uncle moves to grasp your around your torso and lift you up for all to see, burying himself that much deeper in the process, you look like one too.

Your dad's eyes are locked to your bulging abdomen as Steve teeters himself in and out, he can see every detail of Steve's cock boring its way through his kid's guts. The way it ran up and down your stomach as the horse behind you made what little, slow thrusts he could, to the flare doing its namesake and causing its distinct size to be made even clearer.

To it coming almost up to your ribs as your uncle thrusts himself as deep as possible, grasping his own rapidly flaring cock head through your body and kneading it like he would a pound of dough. If you thought he had to be close to full size, you were dead wrong. His flare opens up like an umbrella inside you, drawing your dad over to feel it up too. All three of you could feel the pulsing as uncle Steve loaded you up, horse cum gushing and winding through your guts and bloating them out. One man felt it through his cock, another through his own offspring's skin and fur, and a boy turned slut for anything with a dick through his entire being.

Your belly rapidly gained extra paunch, he just kept going. Like a hose let loose inside you.

"Jesus tapdancin' christ, Steve. Breed my boy harder why dontcha'?" Greg laughed. He could feel each shot of cum from the head just inches below his placed paw before your belly became just round enough to conceal it. You and Steve were nothing but a groaning, swearing mess by ths point. His whickers and neighs could probably be heard for yards as he unloaded weeks of pent up cum into his nephew, finally starting to come to a stop as you felt yourself about to explode.

Boris' load was barely remembered at this point, your uncle's potent horse cum entirely drowning it out. You were a panting mess, your cock painfully hard in your sheath. Your dad knew this, and your job was finally done as he dropped down to his own knees to tease your sheathed knot with his tongue. Lapping up his son's squirts of pre like they were nectar was the only sight you needed to push you over the edge, our own load flew between your dad's lips, gagging him slightly at the intensity in a perverted sort of payback for all the times he's done it to you. Your uncle finally relaxed, tracing his own paw down to grasp tightly behind your knot, ensuring your dad has plenty to drink, and drink he does.

Greg continues mouthing downwards on your dick, peeling the sheath backwards to an almost painful degree against your trapped knot before wriggling his tongue into the tight space to tease it. Mouthful after mouthful he gathers and swallows, before your load finally peters out and he can let go.

"You still taste great, by the way. Thanks for the treat, kiddo," he winks as he gets up. Your uncle's cock softening enough he can start pulling it back out of your abused behind, flare having made sure it's all deposited as deeply as possible. Even with it, a shocking amount still floods out of you as he fully pulls out with a pop.

"God fucking damn, your kid's ass is great. " Your uncle chuckles, not nearly as out of breath as you, while you recover from the buttstuffing of a century. "Yeah, yer horses are gonna love it I bet." Replied your dad, finally standing up and wiping his lips free of your cum with the fur of his arm. "I think he's ready to meet 'em too, whatcha' think?"

"Ha, definitely. Looks like you could prolly meet some of the other critters too, hmm?" Steve teases back, flicking his eyes down to Greg's still erect doggy dick. "Bet one of my goats'll prolly feel great clenching around that."

Your last thought before they haul you over to the stables is of how your dad's dick seemed to perk up even more at the idea of being sunk into a tight goat pussy.