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Beast Rise : Ranch Mercy

The burnt wood crackled, releasing its warmth to dry Nathan's cold scales clean of this morning rain. Sitting by the fire, the scaly beast could finally find a moment of respite after yesterday's encounter with horndogs beasts and Matt's fainting afterwards. The wind hissed against the wet tarp, flapping over Nathan's head.

His nerves were taut. He hasn't eaten breakfast yet. The ambient and inconsistent annoyance of the elements did not help it either, but so was their choice to live day by day. They now traveled from highroads to dirt trails in the search of a better tomorrow. A water reservoir that had fallen to the ground had turned into their temporary shelter. Strangely enough, a beast-sized opening was carved inside a long time ago. For now it covered a sickly Matt and ruffled Jaime from the morning rain as the dragon took care of the fire outside under the makeshift tarp roof. His draconic iris stared at the volatile particle of fires floating within the air before dissolving. Coming from a meager pile of firewood huddled around a circle of stones, this campfire was meek compared to the great fireplace they once had. The great shelter that protected them from the cold, from the outside. A sense of coziness and security that once felt long gone.

Winter had departed a long time ago, he and the band had a great time spending their days inside the warm cabin. They've discovered new things about their bodies along with their new friend Murdock who seemed to love the place. This warm cocoon was an ideal place for those who were impregnated after that fateful day, to await for their kin. As soon as they laid their eggs, they discovered they were infertile which led to some relief but also a phantom pain as the group decided to never partake in anal until their condition improved. As Spring bloomed, their supplies were now exhausted. Great times were spent inside the comfort of the cabin but since they went back on the road; old wounds reopened as memories were shared and reminisced which added to the harsh challenges their aimless wandering brought. The choice had been made and Nathan had to call the shot as always, it's a hard one but it was still better than starving. Sadly it left a gaping feeling of resentment within Murdock's chest. The sinking hole of a dream who met an abrupt end.

The end of his fantasy.

They've left so much behind them, both material and emotional valuables. Before their departure they've scrapped whatever they could from the tour bus, leather, synthetic fur, wires. Anything that would dress them up and be recycled as supplies for the trip.

Never ever in his life Nathan expected to wear nothing but scraped and refitted-clothing but he didn't expect a beefy monster apocalypse to turn him into a draconic anthro either. However thanks to the crew's bus and Murdock's ingenuity and sharp fashion senses, Nathan was rather well dressed for a ragtag Beast living off scavenging cars with his buddies. His plump chest was harnessed by studded belts tied and stitched altogether to fit his gigantic size. Thanks to that, each step gave him quite the jiggly feeling on his front. Unlike the others, he didn't focus on wearing the faux fur of the seats nor the velvet and fabric across the bus as he rather let those precious materials go to other members first. His rocky and hardened scales allowed him to face off the weather to greater extents compared to his furred companions.

To continue on his lack of 'apparel', his only underwear would be a fundoshi made off a curtain from the tour bus, the only time he allowed himself some fabric. The pine marten had decorated his horns with guitar strings and added roundy wooden beads to the end of his horns. Let's say that Nathan wasn't the best at handling them. He often got them stocks against a tree or car way laying down against. As a last piece he wanted somewhat of an armor, scrapping a tire and some leather for a tyre shoulder pad, apocalyptic style~

Looking on his left, he could spot “Spinel" bringing a vest into the improvised shelter. The once bass prodigy had been turned into an incredibly cute beast. Despite his imposing size and muscle mass, Spinel wore a furry monochrome coat with an inner white patch darkening into a pitch black fur as it strayed from its central point. Both his hands and feet had bloated into big paws with soft pads. A fluffy shark tail rocking left and right attracting the eye to his wide hips, a donut hole shaping underneath the fabric covering those hefty butt cheeks. As a final touch that the change granted would be his wide, round, snout giving him an adorable face to look and kiss snouts with. Nathan didn't expect Scott to use “Spinel" as his new name, still remembering that argument in that tour bus, but he came to understand. Spinel wasn't the rockabilly he once knew. His attitude and style changed.

More smiling, fewer stares filled with judgement. The manokit traded his old denim and leather for new reused clothes and patchworks covering his body enough to hide his genitals and exposed bits of flesh uncovered by his fur such as his tits and well-baked doughnut. He abhorred wooden trinkets and feathers thanks to Murdock who's also helped him braid his mohawk with beads and small cords giving him that same hipster-hippie look the pine marten have too. They perfectly fit together.

Afterall, they've both bonded together and spent the whole winter being inseparable. Nathan remembered how bright he looked. He saw in the new Beast something he missed about its past human; Accomplishment with an open heart to bleed out for.

Despite their misadventures, the sight of such change within Scott's character could only bring a smile onto Nathan's face. Deep down, they've all changed. Becoming the Beasts they once flew away from. No one forgot their time touring nor their pasts as rockstars and if they did, they were reminded of it. So far only Spinel didn't mention the band; he would rather play dumb and spend his time with Murdock for cuddles and kisses. It's for the better.

“Are they fine ?" Asked the dragon to the manokit, stopping him in his tracks. He was mainly worried about Matt but Jaime was also hurting as well and if they wanted to move on the road again. They both needed to heal.

The nurturing manokit replied with an uneasy look towards the makeshift shelter.

“Well Matt is feverish, but it stopped raising. As long as he stays in bed he'll be fine. Jaime on the other hand…"

“Jaime what?!" Nathan didn't let him finish, guessing another bad news about the mischieving arsehole. The constant pouring of the rain adding to the unnerving gut feeling that rushed through his system, he was growing tired of it.

Nathan jumped from his seat. The manokit stepped aside to give space to the angered dragon who darted into the carved tower, promptly swiping away the makeshift curtain door and entering without warning. His eyes were filled with anger. He puffed his torso with a deep inhale of frustration. He wanted to scream, and he needed to get Jaime to listen for once.

His arrival made all eyes on him which broke the nurturing silence within the room. His reckless opening was muffled by the used mattress, padding the insides of the water tank. Down to the comfy ground laid Matt, covered with blankets and pillows, bedridden from his cold. His eyes lifted heavy bags weighing down his eyelids. His mouth softly opened to receive a spoonful of soup from a kneeling Murdock standing to his side. Both were surprised but Nathan didn't come for them.

The draconic eyes turned to the first pink silhouette it could latch at. They deeply shanked right into the silvery eyes of the flamboyant beast. A stare-down filled with enough anger to wiggle the pink feathers of Jaime, a sharp thrill going down its spine and rustling his feathered tail. The flamingo was holding something in his black talon hand, a slice of cheese that once belonged to a full wedge. No one had eaten cheese since they'd left the cabin, which triggered a sense of betrayal within Nathan : Someone hoarded food for themselves.

He launched at Jaime, pulling his right wrist towards him and giving a firm look at the hand filled with food. “Where did you get that?!" Demanded the choleric dragon, strengthening his grip around Jaime's wrist, forcing him to open it and let the food slip away from his sturdy palm. “Where. Did. You found it?!" He kept pulling the wrist against him, pulling Jaime along as both beasts would rub bodies and skimpy clothes in a one-sided confrontation.

“Would you mind your manners you brute!?" Complained the sleazy bird. Approaching its beak closer to Nate's maw, always holding face against authority.

As both men were about to get into a scuffle, another voice came out begging :

“Can't you both calm down. It hurts Matt's ears…" Murdock was still trying to feed the sick bat, but his cry for peace distracted both the irritating and the irritated. Murdock added :

“Please break it. We don't need to argue right now. We got to focus on gathering supplies and get back on the road as soon as Matt recuperates so you both get your crap together. How about a distance-policy ?"

Both arguing beasts looked at Murdock. Shame and annoyance could be read on each face, but the common desire for a solution led them to listen to the pleas of the pine marten.

“Could work yeah.." Nate mumbled, ashamed to disturb Matt's rest and feeling bad for hurting him, adding more stress than needed to his already weakened sweetheart.

On the other hand, Jaime seemed unphased, arms crossed hiding his plump chest that a glittery leather corset couldn't even try to hide, which gave him an even sluttier look if it wouldn't be for his dramatic poses and side eyes. Guess some things never change.

Even after being transformed into a beefy flamingo harboring pink and silver white feathers, Jaime's undying beauty still hid his ugly selfishness making him a detriment at best, a crisis at worst… yet his gushing flamboyance and charm always saved the day.

A snark encroach along the side of his white curved beak, its black tip opening to let his silver tongue spit its poison :

“Shall I also add that I've SHARED the cheese with them." He punctured right through the guilt-filled heart of the valiant dragon. Jaime then softly stepped closer to Murdock and his patient, swerving hips despite his injury and yet, he kept a sharp glance at Nate.

“I can't move around much with my ankle and now that we're not supposed to stand close to each other…" The mocking bird sat on a chair with crossed legs to show off the makeshift splint around his talon. The sly prick leaned his chest forward giving an exposure of his cleavage but his silver eyes were up here.

“Why don't you get some fresh air? You must feel… suffocating."

Nathan clenched his fist, but he kept to himself as he noticed Murdock shaking his head behind Jaime's back. It wasn't worth his time. He would be right as Nathan quietly stepped off the shelter, letting that asswipe of a bird get the final word as always.

Back outside. Nate walked on the muddy soil and noticed that the rain dissipated. He didn't notice Spinel swiftly entering into the hut, the manokit had patiently waited outside for the storm to calm down.

The dragon then looked back to watch Spinel still holding the vest within his paws. It was the same Jaime Gems vest Scott threw on the ground the day of their Change. Since then, the vest had been picked up and kept as a token of the past, cherished by a healed Spinel who carefully resized the vest with the help of Murdock. An inner layer of faux leopard fur was added for extra warmth, scrapped from the seats of the tour bus before they left.

He watched from far away as Spinel covered Matt with the vest, adding an extra layer of warmth for the bat to rely on. His love was half-awake, covered in blankets, giving him a cute look if it wasn't for the sickness numbing his body. Nathan gulped down his guilt ; Matt needed rest, and he needed to rest his mind as well. With Jaime around, he feared sparking out another outrage. Might be time to take a walk indeed.

The tall dragon passed under the tarp low roof, his horns grazing the wet plastic as it grinds a zippy sound against it. It felt oddly satisfying to him before his head pokes out from grazing the tarp, making it quake. The water flowed out from the shockwave and landed right over his shoulders giving him quite a nasty cold shower. He froze for a bit and felt his nerves quickly react to the cold. It woke up his senses as his body desperately tried to shake the feeling off in a futile attempt. This was going to be another bad day, “Let's hope nothing more will happen," he quickly thought to himself.

With an annoyed grunt, he finally leaves camp for the forest of cyprus trees, looking for a nice trail to walk on and visual spots to remember his way back before noon.

For a few minutes, Nathan walked across an already beaten path. He noticed the crushed grass and pushed aside branches with some being broken off and laying on the ground. Pink feathers could be found inside the bushes or over the pebbles, those are Jaime's. He was in a hurry, running. The path also seemed to point right at the camp where he came from.

It didn't take him more than a quick second for him to guess that must have been Jaime's escape route. Yesterday afternoon, the avian returned to camp in a hurry. The slutty outfit of the avian covered in small sticks and leaves. He ruined his homemade fishnets because of it and now he's sitting around with a twisted talon ankle. Nathan pondered; what caused Jaime to run in such a hurry ? Where does the cheese really come from ? He could only throw wild guesses into the unknown as he delved deeper into the tracks, leaving the flooded farmlands for a dense forest.

After a hasty hike, the trail finally led up to a dirt road. As Nathan walked faster, his mind raced with ideas of what Jaime was really up to and how he acquired such a rare food.

The sudden sight of a few buildings stopped him in his tracks. It looked like a ranch. A tall wooden barn was towering to his left and before him was a homestead. Maybe he just scavenged a place without telling the others thus hoarding food from himself but then… Why the emergency? Why did he run to the point of injuring himself on the way back?

His eyes finally transferred the last bit of information his active brain needed to get the full picture, smokes came from the chimney set over the tiled roof of the homestead, people were living here. His worst scenario turned into reality : Jaime stole the cheese.

Nathan knew his presence wouldn't be welcomed by the folks living here. Even worse, if they were angered by the thieving avian, they could roam around in search of a culprit. Nathan quickly turned his heels around to hit the road back. He had to tell the others, they need to leave this area quickly even if Matt was unable to walk. “Goddamnit Jaime, why did you have to put us all in danger like this?!" Grumbled the dragon to himself, finding a new reason to hate Jaime even more. He quickly trotted back to the deep forest, looking down at his clawed feet to not step on anything, attracting the attention of the residents would be the last thing he wished for. Fleeing back to camp, the fool has forgotten the tracks of his heavy steps printed on the wet soil leading back to his tail.

Panicked, Nathan ran back to the deserted farmlands. He left behind the dense trees blocking his quick eyes tracking for any potential stranger at his tail. He just stopped for a moment, taking in a deep breath to combat the shaking within his body, both rage and fear coming to a boiling point. Stress had taken its toll on him. A malaise soon numbed his senses, and his eyes looked up at the skies in confusion. His once shaky legs suddenly stiffened, adrenaline rushing through his thick veins. Sweat profusely drooled from his forehead. His breath became erratic and his lungs gasped for more. He didn't even run that long yet he felt so weak… something was happening to his body.

Was it Stress ? Hunger ? Anger ? All of the above ?! Nathan didn't have any brainspace left to think about it, his whole body fighting to stand still and not dive head first to the ground.

Minutes felt like hours as the struggle continued on. Nathan persisted, feeling an emptiness within his mind, oddly putting it to rest as his body slowed down. His breath returned to normal, the worst had passed…

His muscles ached but his might prevailed as he stood up. Nathan inhaled a rejuvenating breath within his lungs, his slowly body raised up to a standing point amidst a slight unbalance. Maybe he would be calm enough to get back to the others without blowing up at Jaime. Maybe they can leave before they even…

“Gotcha!" A raspy voice grunted within its breath.

The sudden grab of a muscled arm snare over his chest, climbing up to his neck to apply a strong headlock. It left the dragon with little air to breath, his head turning dangerously red.

Nathan was taken by surprise and unable to fight back especially in this shape. The dragon heart pumped with blood, a feeble rush of adrenaline spurting through his already tired body. His instincts pushed to fight back, but it would be pathetic to see as the furred assailant barely felt the desperate scratches and punches over his layered skin. The heavy weight of the attacker pushed Nathan down to his knees, a big belly using its weight against his back.

His feeble strength dissipated as quick as it came back, the pressure around his neck tensed his veins. His windpipes were shut and soon his head felt light. He didn't have what it took to find back, he foolishly ran like a headless chicken and let his guard down. As his eyes shut close, one last thought went to Matt who was still sick : He hoped to see him soon.

As his vision fainted to black, his body followed along and slumped, his senses vanishing as if Nathan was dematerializing himself into nothingness. What now?

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A white noise rang within his eardrums. His dark world was covered in obscurity. Despite the blindness, his hearing kept bringing this slight pain as his body ached, numbed from being immobile after too long. His senses slowly crawled back to him like the irritating feelings of numbness climbing up his body like small ants. He could feel it all, his breath, his veins, blood flowing through, his dragon heart beating with life. A sixth sense gave him the feeling of holding against something as his feets weren't grounded. Where was he ?

As his body claimed back its properties, his memory tracked back to the dirt trail. The colors of his imagination painted his dark space of mind. The brown of the muddy dirt, the green of the grass and wild plants. The pink feathers of a Beast. At least he felt the grasp of a strong arm leaving a phantom pain around his choked neck.

He felt the air tickling it with a chilly breeze. He was stripped naked. Attached and naked. His eye bags were still too heavy to lift because his meager strength struggled to come back yet his senses did. In this moment he felt like nothing. Yet his world was made of nothing for now. The white noise slowly toned down leaving him to listen carefully around him; the loud chatter taking its place :

“Fifty-two centimeters…" An unknown yet familiar voice sounded calculating, the sounds of plastic snapping and stretching could be listened to as well.

“Hey my tits can't be that big…" Another flustered voice replied followed by a slight moan.

“They do cutie! Your fluffy tits are plenty of goods!" Someone else added with a thick ol' accent. Heavy steps could be heard, walking away from Nathan but they suddenly stopped.

“Don't we have a cute chicken here?" It sounded like taunting which provoked a quick reply;

“You're quite the color blind ass-" *SPANK* “Ahhh~!" The loud spank let the 'chicken' moan as well, his sly voice connecting with the pink feathers within Nathan's foggy memory. As the dragon tried to remember his name, a sudden wave of memories and energy flowed within his body, his maw opened to breathe. As he could only hear his loud breathing, his own eyes started seeing a faint crescent of light beaming. It enlighted his dark space. Filled it with memories of his change, Matt, the Cabin, the Band, the travel and all the miseries it brought upon them and lastly ; today's happenings.

He found the strength to face the world again and open his eyes, let the light be.

“Cheese big boy!" *FLASH*

A blinding light flared his vision. It forced him to close his eyes again because of the flash of what would be a camera. Forced back into blindness, Nathan tried to move his arms but felt the restraints put on his wrists. Nathan was tied up like a plaything, the frustrated dragon snarled before opening his eyes again, taking a look at who's standing before him.

As light colored his blurred vision, the sound of mechanism rolling and printing would be heard. An imposing, muscular and furry silhouette would stand before him. It seemed to hold what could be assumed to be a camera, it quickly used its other hand to take something from it and shake it. Nathan's senses finally sharpened. He could make something of who's observing him ; A gigantic rabbit with bovine features such as a long tail. It held within his left hand a tiny polaroid, waving his freshly-taken picture with the other.

“You ain't the photogenic type aren't you?" Taunted the bun with a blissful smile.

The giant bunny then turned to the side. Nathan's blue eyes caught the incredible curves of the hybrid Beast who towered him by a head. It's not only his generous body that caught attraction but those swaying balls putting his own to shame. They seemed to have four teats on the front as if they were udders. He couldn't reflect more on this as an incredibly strong musky scent charged at the dragon who couldn't get off his nostrils. Strong pheromones laid siege to those scaly holes, the whole place stank like an orgy. Nathan tried to shake it off and looked somewhere else. Finally, he got to take a look at the room which he was trapped in. Padded equipment, tight quarters with no beds, high roof. Where was he?

The floor looked covered in crushed hay. The air was chilly, yet something warm was hugging his right side. His eyes passed through the wooden walls made out of plywood and set on a gathering of other Beasts. He spotted a large two-toned brown mustelid with a striped tail who conducted some kind of research on a duo, a monochrome manokit and dark brown pine marten ; Spinel and Murdock. Unlike him, they weren't tied up.

“And… forty-three centimeters. Heh can do better" Commented the unknown Beast who Nathan could only observe from the back. It seemed to hold something like a measuring tape. Big pawed hands snapped and shaped the meter to roll around the hefty pecs of his friends. “What…" muttered Nathan, his eyes weren't deceiving him.

He tried to understand the situation but he has been knocked out for too long, it seemed that he and the hippies are held captive somewhere though the couple seemed oddly cooperative. Suddenly he sees Spinel peeking to the side. The manokit waved to the others after he saw Nathan being finally conscious. His view on his friend was cut short by the tall anomaly who passed between them, blocking sight yet he gave a new view for the dragon to look at : an ass covered in semen, excess slowly leaking from its rabbit hole. The rabbit-bull gave him a glamorous side eye before waving its tail with intentions~

Nathan lowered his head to break eye contact, he flustered with a blush. He looked down to his cock and balls and noticed no semen nor erection on it. Glad they didn't fuck his body while his lights were out. Still Nathan had no idea of what's happening and the amalgamation of multiple conversations going at once led him confused.

“Raise that chin for me pal." That stern ol' voice talked to him as it closed in with heavy steps. It seemed that someone wanted to have a chat.

“Been out for a bit y'know?" As Nathan raised his head, he saw the grey and orange fur of a grey fox Beast walking up to him. “Yer lads say your name's Nathan right?" The old school canine continued. The Rancher then stood up right in front of Nathan. He gave him those eyes filled with undisputed authority, sharing the same colors as his.

“Nathan yeah." Answered Nate. He looked back into the eyes of the old school rancher thanks to the cowboy hat and shoulder holsters he was carrying, his stance letting him know that he might be in charge of whatever clusterfuck is going on here.

“Cheesed to meet ya. Grey." The Rancher tipped its black hat, his hand reached for a chain on Nathan's side. With the rustling of chains, Nathan arms were suddenly lifted up by the restraints, sliding onto a rail set up over his head. His hard-scaled back was lifted off the wall it was resting on, his feets being the only weight keeping him down to the ground.

“What is this thing?!" Nathan grunted in which Grey replied;

“Oh just a bit of scrap and ingenuity. Couldn't let a Beast like you slip away." With a strong tug, Grey tightened the chains' grip around Nathan's wrists.

“Oh and I forgot! Better behave and don't worry about your boys. My studs and I are taking good care of them." The dragon quickly looked to the side and watched with confusion both the manokit and marten engaged in a rather sensual cuddle with the big bunny, each leaned their hungry maw under those generous tits of the milky rabbit and started suckling on them. They were naked too and their erect cocks throbbed with excitement as they satisfied their hunger from the nurturing bunny seen chuckling with his face red. That hunk enjoyed every seconds of it~

“After all you're all a naughty bunch~ Especially this one."

Grey quickly tapped onto the rocky thigh of his catch. He pointed at a pink avian in the distance who got bent over a cushion platform, the big Beast from earlier getting now even more touchy with his measuring. He saw the fluffy hunk climb the back of the avian, his beak shut with a bit of tape. For once he'll shut up. As the stripped mustelid licked his lips, he leaned against the feathery back presented to him and reached over to grope those hefty pecs Jaime used to be so proud of. Now being a source of perverted obsession.

“Yer lads said he was the one who stole the cheese." Grey added. This was enough info for Nathan to understand that he must be trapped in that darn barn he saw earlier in fact this trio of strangers must be the residents.

“And Matt. Where is he?"

Nathan's worries were somewhere else now. He wasn't in a position to antagonize his captor and all he could think about in his mind was his boyfriend. He remembered him being bedridden by a flu. He must be around and hopefully out of harm's way.

Grey stopped playing around for a second and locked a serious stare deep within the eyes of his captive. He nodded, acknowledging his worries. The tone of their conversation shifted to a bleaker one despite the moans echoing across the barn as everyone else was getting on the action. It took him another second to answer:

“A bat. He's sick right ?" The once suave voice coming from Grey had been swapped with a rocky one, the persona slipped away in this moment as the Rancher had his back turned from the rest of the Beasts, getting on a personal level with Nate.

In this moment Nathan feared the worst, his blood suddenly started to pump through his vein at alarming speed, his breath becoming erratic once more. Has something happened?!

Grey noticed the scaly Beast about to lose his temperament. He quickly closed up on him and reached to his lifted-up shoulder as an attempt to calm down the dragon.

“He's safe. That 'Murdock' fella did God's work though if you guys stayed at that crappy shack, it could've worsened." Grey stepped back without a word to leave the dragon to exhale his built-up stress. He rolled his tongue within his maw and waited for silence to de-escalate the tension. Those distants moans started to roar even louder.

Nathan could have felt at peace in this moment but he couldn't feel any relief, the silence disturbed by the orgy happening not far away from the duo. He caught a glance of his friends fucking. Spinel and Murdock were still worshipping their giant bunny Daddy. The Manokit was still feeding off that fat nipple oozing with milk, he gulped down the warm milk with eagerness as his tail wagged in pleasure. Murdock on the other side, climbed up to reach a bushy armpit soaked in musk. His snout dived right in, sniffing the manly perfume of his gigantic breeding partner~

The grey fox poked Nathan's abs of steel to claim back his attention.

“We also have problems on our own. Having food stolen from us sure puts a big target on your back. We caught you first, your chicken run led us to track down the rest at that water tower you folks rested at. Me and my 'cows' were ready to punish the lot of you, but when we saw the state of your boyfriend and how they outed the thief right away." He took a pause and eyed at the flamingo Beast. Nathan eyes followed as well with both mens spectating a moaning Jaime being plowed by the stripped Furret railing his ass. Heavy balls slammed hard against those plump cheeks. Their content flooded inside Jaime. It filled his belly, turning those chiseled abs into an impregnated muscle gut bloating with potent seed~

Nathan couldn't hide his boner, a semi-hard cock slowly throbbed between his legs. It didn't bothered Grey much who casually returned to his talking point :

“I'm no punisher, I'm a Rancher. I won't hide that I needed more 'cows' for my business to start running efficiently so I struck a deal with your group. Sorry if you feel out of the deal, you were kinda knocked out. You can blame the big one fucking your lovebird."

“So why am I tied up?" Nathan replied. He demanded an answer about it.

Instead of answering, Grey grabbed two odd flexible tubes with thick padding. They add suction cups on the ends leading little imagination to Nathan about their intended use. With a smirk on his maw, Grey raised the cups towards Nathan's chest, the dragon unable to prevent this from happening.

“Hey what are you doing? I'm not a cow!" Protested the frustrated Beast who wriggled his body in an attempt at resisting. In this moment he wished his companions would come to the rescue, but all he could do is watch them submitting to their captors either sucking or being fucked senseless. Nathan helplessly spectated the small orgy.

“I have agreed to give you all shelter as long as you guys pay back for the milk stolen from us…" The milking device closed up onto Nathan's nipples, Grey's hands steadily holding these cups. As Nathan still tried to keep himself away from these tools, his eyes couldn't get his eyes off his friends. He noticed something happening to them.

It started with the duo of hippies. As both partners were feeding off those hefty pecs from the bunny, they've started twitching. Their cock throbbed in delight, spewing their pre onto each other's fur before dropping to the ground. Soon they seemed to lose balance as if a weight threw them off guard, lowering their torsos. Their pecs started to jiggle. They soon swelled in size, their nipples followed along as they hardened up. Milk spewed from these thickened nipples as their chest size grew near double their previous ones. The sudden growth flared up their sex drive as the duo eagerly grabbed a teat from each side of the hybrid's udders-for-balls and started stroking them while jerking their own cocks. They pulled with strength with their busy hands soon covered with a warm creamy milk straight from the tap. This mixed with their seeds made for an explosive mix of musk surrounding them like an aura of lust and rut.

Nathan watched in shock. They were being turned into cattle. His head quickly turned to Jaime who had fallen to the same vice. The tape around his beak had been slashed open as the Furret force fed him a bottle of milk as he kept putting his litter down the avian's swollen belly. Soon the flamingo's pecs grew in size, its nipples turning rock hard as a faint stream of milk leaked onto the ground. It was over for him as well…

A deep chuckle startled Nathan. Grey was enjoying the show with a hard on, his cock on full display to the subdued Beast to see. Nathan knew what was coming next, it would be his turn.

“We're getting late to the party, handsome." Suddenly the absorbing touch of the suction cups latched on at the pecs of the scaly. Grey wasted no time getting to work with his new 'cow', his rough hands cupped right under those heavy front pillows who were about to get heavier very soon~

“No need to measure you. I can see these tits got a brighter future than you'd think~"

Those strong hands soon started to push against the hard scales of the dragon in hopes to soften these tensed muscles. Once he slipped them under these precious buns, he massaged his way up to help the blood flow smoothly to the tips of these pecs. It erected the large nipples of the dragon who could only bite his lower lip, a bright red blush covered his face in both pleasure and shame.

Nathan couldn't control his erection which slapped onto Grey's abs. The Rancher smiled while taking a step back. He squeezed one time before removing his hands, leaving Nathan with a pleasuring sensation running through his body.

Grey quickly grabbed something from the side and dragged it to face Nathan. What he brought was none other than a breeding mount. Nathan gasped before his length got grabbed with both hands by his handler. It swiftly got shoved within the tight and rubbery walls of the mount leaving the chained Beast to grunt in pleasure, his purses started to sways from the pressure, their potency wanting nothing more than to be released.

The sucking motion started working on Nathan. His rocky nips finally started to crack as it released a small flow of warm milk coming out. The machine quickly slurped down the precious nectar as it kept stimulating those needy man boobs under the watchful eyes of Grey positioned himself from the back to help out Nathan producing more. His arms outreached around the side of the draconic cow. What were first rough hands soon turned to be dexterous with the use of their fingers, applying pressure into the right place to bring out the most milk with each knead.

Nathan had stopped resisting. He started to deeply enjoy the milking process, and the massages brought by Grey helped him release some of the pressure life on the roads put on him. In this moment he found himself reminded when he first turned. When Matt toyed with him, taking charge as Nathan turned into a Beastly dragon. All he had to do was to lay back and relax, something he missed deeply.

Feeling a rampant urge to fuck, Nathan thrusted his hips against the breeding mount. He slammed his lap against it with a desire to stretch its inside as he went balls deep. His rod pulsated with lust as he unleashed his sexual frustration deep within the rubber hole.

Milk started flowing steadily, but to the Rancher it wasn't enough. He knew more could be produced. These scaled pectorals might be rocky, but the potential was greater than the cons. In Grey's mind, good milk took time to produce, just like wine needed time to age. It was all about the final product to ensure satisfaction. But first, the “cow" should be turned into a productive beast. Hopefully Grey had plans for the dragon and it sat right in the back pouch of his belt. His quick hand reached for it. It was a canteen filled to the cap.

Nathan felt his spiky tail being lifted, thus leaving its tender anus exposed. As it flopped to the side, the round poke of a tip teased around his cave. Eyes wide opened, Nathan found his ass on the receiving hand of that Rancher's shaft. A hand sneaked beneath his maw before it pushed his chin up. With its strong fingers, it pried the dragon's jaw open by the side. Nathan reached for air, panting with his tongue out before the plastic taste of the canteen set over his salivating tongue. A liquid came out, burning his tongue. It tasted strong, potent, and yet creamy. The hungry cow started gulping it down eagerly. His stomach churned with satisfaction as he found the mix nourishing~

“That's a good cow. Don't you waste a single drop, yeah~" Teased Grey, aroused by the submissive nature of his new prized cow while starting to dig into his hole, its inner walls stretched by his manrod.

Within an instant, the dragon's fat pecs wobbled. A shockwave deep underneath the milk pockets quaked with growth. Nathan started feeling the heat rise within his chest and it drove him nuts. His hips responded by slamming it harder into the breeding mount, giving Grey a bit of a challenge to follow his erratic pelvis.

“Woah easy boy!" Yelled Grey, enjoying this every single second just like his cow Nathan~

Nathan started salivating profusely. His pheromones spiked as sweat started covering his entire body, twitching in pleasure. His pecs kept growing in size as the suction cups continued to suck even harder on his sensitive nipples. It claimed his rich content and with every extraction of milk, his jugs were sent jiggling~

His deep growl soon shifted to a cry filled with rut. His draconic roar had been swapped to the Bellow of a raging Bull. To top it all of his head felt its horn shifting directions as they slowly extended to the sides. The burning content of the canteen soon became a refreshing nectar to the changing hybrid, feeling its hot content flowing through his veins as it flared his bloated pecs. The steady flow of milk turned into a river, flooding down the padded pipes of the milking machine. As the change went on, Nathan started producing more milk than it could be sucked. It sent the pipes flapping against the ground from time to time as the Bull grew reckless, ramming his cock back and forth into its breeding mount. His balls churned, their veins popping up as their content were being spread all inside the tank of the mount.

Grey whistled with excitement. He got himself quite a stud! He slammed his cock deep within the bull each time he was moved backward. The thick rod bumped within the abs of the Beast, slowly filling its inside with his own seed. This wild rodeo was getting quite messy as clouds of musk were produced from their collective sweat, semen, and milk spewing to the sides as Nathan had already outgrown the machine in both sizes and production.

Nathan couldn't recognize the heavy kegs that became his tits. Its nipples became as big as his face. His mountainous tips erupted with milk pouring out. Strong squirts of warm nectar pushed against the cups before it pushed them off, freeing his expanded breast to milk out all over the ground, with steamy geysers of lactation flooding their surroundings.

As the milking machine fell to the ground. Grey found himself having to rodeo quite the rowdy Bull. To keep his grasp, he grabbed his prized bull by the horns and pounded even harder. “Oh I see we're getting passionate! Scream for me~!" Nathan obliged.

“MOOOOOOOOOOO!" He cried out, his head pulled by the back which forced his entire body to arch and feel the thrusting of his Master breeding his belly into an impregnated muscle gut flowing with warm seeds sprouting new instincts~

“That's a good cow!"

Grey pinched the thick ass cheeks of his Bull, but his hand soon slid down to pat those hefty nut sacks hanging lower than usual. They soon churned loudly as they throbbed relentlessly as if something was agitating them inside.

Nathan huffed. His legs were shaky by the endowment, which enlarged down to his knees. His encumbering balls ballooned with enhanced potency. They swung wildly as Nathan kept plowing the breeding mount with impressive Beast strength. Soon cum came from the other side of the mount, adding to the milky mess splattered across their section of the barn. The tank was already filled to the brim and the excess soon splashed over Nathan's lap and legs. The breeding coming from Grey joined the spew from the other side as the belly of the Beast was bursting with seeds, his belly button popping out as well to let the Rancher know his cow have been thoroughly bred~

The dragon-bull couldn't catch a break as his balls kept changing. A similar feeling to his pecs bloated with milk occurred below his belt. Audible sloshes came from his balls, shaken by constant churns. They started to spike in some areas before little bits of nipply flesh grew. They erected over his “balls" who started to develop the density of udders, filled with milk stocked to leak out once his growing teats finalize their growth.

“Nice nudders down here fella! Too bad we ain't got anything to milk it yet~"

Grey relished in this new discovery. The wild rodeo finally came to an end as the Bull was tired and fell to his knees. The Rancher swiftly removed himself from his gaped anus and joined his new prized cow to the side as he crouched.

Nathan could only cum and watch with amazement. Those “nudders" of his rested against the ground before their content started coming. It brought him a feeling mixed between ejaculating and lactating. Both excited his other body parts while he continued to bellow, begging for Grey to come milk him~

A pair of delicate hands grabbed the nudders by the teats and softly started stroking them, thicker and bigger ropes of milk hosing from their tips, stimulating his nuts to produce one last cum shot that rained over both Beast. Grey smiled while covered in spunk, ranching and handling his cow was dirty work, but in the end it would be worth it.

“Welcome to the Ranch, Nathan. You fit right in~" He chuckled.

“Mooo~" Thanked the new hybrid, rewarding his Daddy with his milk~