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Warm, dappled sunlight streamed in from the dirty window of the barn where a dark grey and white wolftaur slept. The light seeped in through his closed eyelids, but the large male slept peacefully in a large bed made of hay that was strewn about the ground in a haphazard mess and fluffed into a larger pile where he had laid his head. The warm ray would not be ignored, however, despite the faint squirming from the wolftaur. His tail twitched once in irritation, and at last he became disturbed enough to lift his head and move it aside.

It was too late. The large being stretched and yawned heavily, flopping his dark red tongue from his mouth for a moment before he slowly opened his eyes to look around his pen. Little changed from day to day, he noted to himself while crossing his eyes to look at the muzzle affixed over his face. Strapped on snugly, it kept him from making any other sounds other than feral-sounding growls, barks, and snorts. The wolf's ears twitched faintly as he heard the other taurs in the barn. The other five - or so he assumed - were already awake and moving about, most of them just pacing in their pens as they waited for what was prepared for them today.

Heavy wooden doors swung out from the entrance to the barn, and a pair of bipedal males slowly walked in. The wolf recognized them instantly; they were handlers at the ranch, and the sight of them caused his fur to stand on end. These two only came around when it was time to collect the month's harvest. The wolftaur slowly dug his forepaws into the ground while he watched as they moved into the barn. His eyes gradually adjusted to the light flooding in as the alligator and peacock made their way to the back. He knew he had done poorly last month and had hoped to do better this time, for this could be his last chance at staying here.

The six taurs watched from their pens and listened to the sounds of something mechanical getting started, then stopped. The sound was not unlike a tiny engine. In addition to the faint sounds of a motor churning, the two bipedals began to speak to each other. Every faint chug from the machine made the taurs squirm slightly with anticipation. Even the wolftaur's ears twitched as he recognized the sounds of the machine, and he squirmed slightly in place while his sheath filled up.

"Charcoal! You're first!" The raspy reptilian voice echoed slightly through the barn, and the five other taurs looked to the wolf with anticipation. The wolftaur himself slightly jumped when the name they gave him was called. Although he'd been at the ranch for little more than six months now, he'd already forgotten his "real" name, and the idea of returning to the real world scared him more than anything else. He didn't want to go back and find a job or a house, and he didn't want to think about anything more than what would happen in the here and now.

The peacock slowly strutted from the back room, watching Charcoal quietly with a rather wary look. "You know what happens if you don't give your fair share." The wolftaur could only nod in return. He's fearful, but knows he's not in any real danger. A leash was then attached to the wolftaur's muzzle, which led the large male out from the pen. His tail rose high in anticipation and his orbs swung slightly between his legs, bouncing with each step. He made a rumble which ended with a faint, nervous whimper, as he watched the peacock reach out to rub between his ears.

The back room was sparsely lit, and contained just enough light to make out the alligator. The reptile sat next to a large container that had a tube running from the top over to what looked like a different, open-ended tube. The gator grinned, and his teeth reflected the room's nearly non-existent light in a particularly menacing manner. When he spoke, his tone didn't match the axe-murderer feeling in the air, however. "Charcoal... You remember last time, right? You gotta put out today, or it's over..." He tapped his fingertip against the tube he had picked up, then tapped the rim of the tube's edge to a thick black line a fourth of the way up the side of the container. "If you can't provide, Charcoal, you're goin' back..." He seemed almost sad at the prospect, but rules were rules.

Charcoal slowly nodded his head, yet was unable to respond. His heartbeat raced in a faint sense of panic. He had no intention to leave the farm, but the thought stuck with him as he was led up to a breeding mount. The wolftaur slowly lifted himself onto the barrel-like structure, and puffed faintly as he left himself even more exposed for the two handlers. His backed-up orbs were hanging down along with his sheath in full view of the two bipeds, despite the dim light.

A gentle touch made Charcoal moan out, and his hips swung forward slightly as the peacock softly whispered, "Half the fun's in prepping you guys." He cooed to the wolftaur, whose tail wagged faintly while those soft, trained, avian fingers teased along Charcoal's heavy nuts. A strong musk started to fill the air in the back room.

"You just like fondling men, Toby," the gator snickered out while he watched as Charcoal's shaft started to bulge his velvety, black sheath outwards. "You're certainly getting a reaction, at least... Here, I think I know the trick though..." The reptile slowly stood up, which urged Charcoal to look over at him curiously. A sudden sensation then made the taur arch his feral back and shove his groin into the peacock's touch, because of how the gator's fingers lightly grabbed at the wolftaur's ear. His blunt clawtips drew slow, sensual circles around Charcoal's sensitive ear, and the reptile faintly hissed out "That's it, boy... I know all these special little spots of yours." He leaned in and slowly dragged his large, soft, yet dry tongue against the inner cup of the taur's ear. The sensation made Charcoal faintly cry out, and caused his sheath to swell even thicker. Soon after, the dark red length of his shaft gradually started to peek out, and it was pulsing with the taur's twin heartbeats.

Slowly, the peacock's fingers trailed from Charcoal's fat orbs to his length, and the avian began to slowly tease his fingertips back and forth while murmuring in a soft voice to the gator. "Maybe I do, but at least you're not the one who's getting judged on how much semen they can shoot out... You'd lose that contest in a heartbeat, wouldn't you?" The avian got a cheeky grin from the gator from that remark, and he watched the other biped roll his eyes and then lightly nip at the base of the wolftaur's tail. He began to whisper once more. "Don't you worry, Charcoal. I'm sure you'll do just fine this time, won't you? You want this... Just imagine a fine wolven bitch, or maybe a good fox slut..." He snickers faintly to himself, before he slowly lifts his hand and licks along his palm. "Mmm... I'll say this much, though. You're the best-tasting one out of the six."

The gator squatted down next to Charcoal's side, then took the tube and slowly fed the wolftaur's maleness inside. Within the tube, a soft, latex-like sleeve gently surrounded Charcoal's tender flesh, and got slid back to the very base of the taur's tool as the tube was eased down to his groin. The gator then gently wrapped a rubber ring around the wolftaur's scrotum, and gave his full sack a squeeze that made his shaft bounce and ooze just a little bead of cloudy precum into the tube. That dribble then gets drawn into a clear, rubber tube which fed into the marked container.

After a low hum of life from the machine Charcoal was strapped to, the tube started to squeeze and gently caress his length. The large male started to pant under his breath within moments. His large forepaws clenched at the air and his hips swung forward. Every thrust was a show of power from the natural muscles in his haunches, which strained against taut skin in spite of his attempts to keep himself restrained. The milking machine worked steadily, and began to smoothly pull and massage along Charcoal's length. The wolf hung his head low in pleasure and his toes curled again, since the pleasure made him tingle from head to toe. The wolftaur's fat orbs churned and started to ache as this sense of pleasure rose, and the dormant swell of his knot already started to balloon up.

As the session continued, the machine around Charcoal's dick squeezed just a little tighter, and it started to swirl around his length with its lubricated, latex sleeve. It squeezed and undulated, while the wolftaur squeezed his eyes closed so he could imagine himself instead going sheath-deep into another beautiful canid rear. Another heavy quiver ran up his spine, and by now his fur was standing on end while his scent grew even stronger within the closed-off room.

Charcoal's panting increased in volume, and his blissful gaze rose up to the ceiling as his hips thrust faster and faster into the tube that held and stimulated his manhood in such wonderful ways. He'd been saving up for this moment, the point where his seed would get collected, sold, shipped, and used in a myriad of ways. All of that would only happen if he could produce enough, of course. He panted heavily, thrust his hips, squirmed, and resituated himself before he let out a short growl as he neared his limit.

The final moments were the fastest, and the wolftaur's haunches tensed up as he started to thrust into the tube with all of his strength behind it. His knot swelled up further, at a bulbous and girthy state. It was all ready to tie with his imaginary mate, and his forepaws clenched at the air again and again. Even the gator took a slight step back as he watched Charcoal groan out in pleasure. His tail flagged up just before he suddenly howled loud enough that not only could the other taurs could hear him, but several birds that were perched on the barn were spooked and flew off. Thick, sticky ropes of Charcoal's seed splattered into the tube, and it was all sucked through the hose and into the collection chamber. He gradually filled it past one mark, then the next, as his pearly cum steadily oozed in.

The wolftaur slowly tilted his head back down with a desperate look on his face. He watched as his seed filled the chamber, and his hips still kept on rocking while the tube constantly milked out more of the wolftaur's seed. He whimpered out of sheer sensitivity, and nervousness and pleasure rushed up his spine and through his body. Charcoal was a mess; he could the stream of semen slowly bubbling up and up until he finally let out a long, relieved sigh that emptied both sets of his lungs. His seed had filled the chambers up past the red mark, even if only by a little. He had done it, and a pleased grin spread across the gator's face.

"Good work," the reptile drawled out. He sensually licked his lips as he shut the machine down, then sealed the canister and nodded to the peacock. "Go on and get this back to the farm, yeah? Charcoal here's finally proven he's one of the big boys." He snickered quietly and got beside the large, dark-furred taur, and gave him a slap on the flank as the gator curled his lips with a wide smirk. "Can't wait to see how you do next month, yeah? I hope you make as much as you did this time. You're a real pretty one, I'd hate to see all that go to waste."

The gator snorted and helped the quadruped down onto all fours, but stayed for a while to stroke his chest affectionately until the time came to lead him back to his stable. At long last, Charcoal could relax. He laid himself down onto the pile of hay he considered his bed. Wearing a wide grin on his face, he curled up and slowly lapped at his sheath, and cleaned himself of the residue on his tip. Once clean, the wolftaur settled down with a smile, proud and excited that he'd been useful on the farm at long last...