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****WARNING - This story contains elements of incest, male anthro on female feral, and male anthro on male anthro. If that's not your thing, please move on****

It started as a joke. Miles leaned his head against the window of the bus, eyes catching the reflection of his wolf muzzle in the glare. He liked to ride in the back of the school bus. It was a wild and lawless place where the noisy rumbling kept the voices of the boys concealed from the dumb little kids in the front rows.

"So what it like getting sucked off by your brother?" Miles asked as one of the tiger boys pull his cock from the mouth of his twin, wedged awkwardly between his legs and the bus seat in front of him. Eric and Emmit were perverts, through and through. Miles told himself he was above it, but he knew better than to narc on them. Living in the middle of nowhere, you had to take any friend you could find, even if they were godless pervs. Eric and Emmit, Emmit and Eric. Both orange, black, and scrawny, young dumb, and full of cum. Eric ignored the question as he sifted his fingers through his twin's fur before pulling him back down on the twitching cock. He snorted through his nose, bucking his hips as drool dribbled down his cock and over his balls.

Miles liked to watch. It was the barrier that kept him from thinking he was gay. He would tell himself that it was just because he liked thinking about blowjobs. It was just the hormones. But the two redneck twins were pretty unstoppable, and Miles had grown used to their antics. Miles rolled his eyes and turned towards the window, acting like he didn't care. "You guys are fucking weird."

"It's better than fucking those sheep like you do!" Eric replied, pulling his cock from his brother's mouth and smearing it across his twin's face, tracing along the stripes. Miles could only tell them apart because Emmit was the bottom, through and through. His eyes would light up as he choked and gagged on dick.

"Yeah, Miles, you should let me suck you off some time! It would feel a lot better," Emmit called before swallowing the twitching cockhead, elicting an affectionate headpat from his brother.

"Fuck you," Miles said playfully, adjusting his hard cock in his jeans. He wanted to jerk off, but he could see his stop looming in the distance. He knew better than to start something he couldn't finish. He gave the boys a nod as he moved towards the front. "Later, freaks."

Eric shrugged with a grin, "Later, sheepfucker."

That stuck in his head. Miles laid in his bed, hand drifting down fur charcol gray fur on his stomach. All the boys talked. Making jokes about sucking dick if they weren't actually doing it themselves. They would joke about taking it in the ass. Mostly, they would talk about which girls they would fuck, even if they were virgins. Though things changed in the last year. Some of the guys began to lose their virginity and soon it was all anyone could talk about. Miles wasn't gay. He told himself that again, trying to convince himself. He so often thought of how good it would feel to let go and let Emmit take care of him. Miles slipped his hand into his boxers and squeezed his hard cock. He peeled the sheath back slowly before rolling it back over the head, letting the precum bubble up, damp spot growing wider on his underwear.

Sheep fucker. He closed his eyes and began to think about it, how that could feel. A hot warm pussy gripping around him, no stress or fear of pregnancy or drama, just able to pump away all he likes. He began to jerk his cock faster, feeling his cock swelling in his grasp. His hand drifted up his furry chest to tweak his nipple, losing himself in the moment. He thought of those pink lips swallowing him, pumping faster, hot and wet.

A knock at the door pulled him out of his haze. He quickly pulled the blankets up over his twitching cock, heart leaping to his chest.

"Miles?" his dad said softly, pushing the door open. He stepped into the room, bare chest still damp with water from his shower. His father, the farmer, was a mountain of a man. The irony of a wolf tending to sheep was never lost on him, though the stoic expression made him look humorless at best and ignorant at worst. His nails, still dirty despite the shower, raked through his chest fur. He kept his towel tugged his waist and immediately averted his eyes, easily able to tell just what the boy had been doing. "Sorry," he rumbled. "I'm just putting dinner on." Without another word, he turned and slipped out, closing the door.

Miles looked down at his aching cock, tenting up under his sheets. Reality of his thoughts had crept in, and a sense of guilt filled his gut. He stood up, trying to shake the thoughts of sheep from his mind. Hormones, he told himself. Just the weird hormones of puberty making him think sick thoughts. He stood up and redressed, moving downstairs to join his father at the table.

Miles loved his dad. He was a quiet man, hardened from a life on the farm, though he often stated he could give whatever it took to make Miles happy. And in that, Miles knew better than to take advantage of his father's kind nature. Inside the kitchen, a blur of fur rushed to him, barking and leaping up into his arms.

"Down, Nada! Down!" Miles shouted as the big husky slurped wildly at his face.

"Naden'ka," Dad said from the stove. The correction happened so often it was practically a running joke. Nadia hopped down from Miles's chest to run quickly to his father. Dad insisted that a Siberian Husky should have a Russian name. Miles argued that a pet name should be shorter than the dog's real name, but his father insisted on using the proper Russian version. Every time, the dog only listened to his father.

"Dumb dog," Miles grumbled. Nadia was supposed to be `his' dog, though she only listened to his dad. The dog sat obediently as Dad's feet as he picked away a bit of meat before placing the rest of the beef into pan to fry.

"Sit," he said, the dog immediately dropping down. "Lay down," he said, the dog flopping to her belly. "Good girl," he whispered, kneeling down to let the dog devour the ball of ground beef from his palm.

Miles sat down at the table, casting a glance over to Svetlana, Nadia's mother. Svetlana was an older dog, happily dozing in her dog bed in the kitchen. Her ears twitched as those bright blue eyes opened, glancing over at Miles. Her tail thumped against the floor twice before she got up with a stretch, moving closer to the boy. He absently extended a hand to pet her, though she pushed past him to burrow her nose in his crotch, snuffling. Miles pushed at the big muzzle, suddenly aware of the still damp precum spots inside his boxers. "Come on, leave that alone," Miles whispered, glancing back at his dad. The thoughts began to run through his head. Sheep fucker. Would a dog fucker be any better? Miles ran his hands down Svetlana's back. Dad kept the dogs unfixed. He always talked about grand dreams of breeding them, running a business with it. Though after the hassle of finding a Sire for Svetlana, he said it wasn't worth trying again. He said it felt wrong to sell the dogs, giving away the other pups of the litter, purebreds. Miles looked it up once to see they were worth two grand each. Just the same, his father gave away ten grand worth of dogs. It was the only subject his father talked about at length, and Miles knew better than to argue with that passion.

Dog fucker. That tail wagging against his belly. The thought evoked a warm spurt of fresh precum into his boxers. Svetlana's tail began to wag faster, head-butting harder into his crotch. "Svetlana, get off me!" Miles said, standing up. His father glanced back from the stove. The boy quickly moved his hands, covering his aching tent in his shorts.

"Sveta, leave it," his father said. Svetlana gave a low rumble before moving back to her bed. Miles watched her walk back, glancing at that puffy black snatch under that curly tail. His heart began to pound quick as he sat back down, trying to shake the thoughts. "What are you doing to get her riled up?" his father said, setting a plate of burgers down in the center of the table.

Miles furrowed his brow as he began to put his dinner together. "Nothing, it just started..."

"She," his father cut him off. "She just started... what?" He often corrected Miles about that, insisting the dogs be addressed as she' rather thanit.'

"She just started pushing her nose in my lap," Miles finished, eating his dinner. His father didn't offer follow up arguments. He sipped his beer, occasionally letting his hand drift down to stroke Svetlana's ears. Nadia moved up beside Miles, sniffing at him curiously. The boy set his fork down and inched away, not wanting her to catch his scent too. "Go lay down," he said, snapping his finger and pointing. Nadia lowered her head and walked back to her bed in the corner, tail curled between her legs.

They finished their dinner in a peaceful silence. Miles kept his eyes on his plate, worried his father would somehow know about the thoughts clouding his attention. After they finished, his dad stood up with a stretch, fingers laced behind his head as he took a deep breath. "I think I'll turn in early for the night. Don't stay up too late," he said, moving close to his son. He leaned down and kissed the boy atop the head, nose buried between his pointed ears. Though he was typically short on words, he was physically affectionate, wanting the boy to know he was loved. Miles leaned up and kissed his dad on the chin.

"Sleep well, old man," he said, moving up to his feet to give him a warm hug. His father accepted the embrace before he pulled back with a smile and turned on his heels.

"Sveta," he said, the dog hopping up to follow along with him. She tended to sleep in his bedroom at night. Miles never thought much of it; it was just how it always had been. He figured Dad liked the company or to at least hear her snoring at night. Miles began to clean up the plates, stacking them in the dishwasher. Dad and Sveta. Sveta and Dad. His cock lurched again. He closed his eyes, trying to top himself. Thinking about animals was one thing, but it was even worse thinking about his own father.

Miles paced the house. He ran the dishwasher. He tried to watch TV. He considered just jerking off again, hoping it would clear his head. At last, Miles sat in the living room floor, just letting those thoughts rush through his head. Sheep fucker. Dog fucker. He wanted to fuck a dog. He wanted to fuck a dog so badly.

"Nada," he whispered, looking over at the lazy dog, sitting on the floor beside him. The husky gave a snort, tail thumping onto the ground as she rolled on her side. Miles slid closer, hand reaching out to touch her leg. He carefully adjusted his weight, staying quiet as possible. Her watched her tail swish, glimpsing that soft furless mound. He reached up and touched his fingertips to that warm flesh. Nadia opened her eyes and glanced back. Miles felt his heart jackhammering away in his chest as he gently flexed his fingers, spreading the lips. So close. Nadia gave a low growl, ears pinned, watching Miles closely. "Nada, hush..." he whispered, continuing to flex his fingers, feeling those warm pussy lips under his fingers. At last, Miles drove his finger between those warm lips, into the heat.

Nadia yelped, jumping up and snapping her teeth. Miles kicked his feet back into the carpet, sliding away. "Nadia, quiet down! You'll wake up Dad!" he said frantically as she began to bark, loud angry barks.

"I'm awake."

The voice sent a chill up Miles's spine. He glanced up, his father standing in the darkness of the hallway. He approached slowly, Svetlana flanking his side. Nadia ran to him, not jumping up but rather just lowering her head, letting out a low whine. Miles felt his face burning, scrambling to come up with the proper words. "She just started barking," he said. The words came out weak and distant, unable to come up with an explanation.

"You can't just put your finger in her if she doesn't want it," his dad said. Miles felt nauseous, breath quickening.

"Dad, I..."

"You'll speak when spoken to," his father cut him off. He did not raise his voice, though the image of the large farmer, flanked by two big dogs, was terrifying. His father knelt down in the living room floor, knees popping and crackling as he settled himself down. Nadia stepped behind him, curling up and staring up nervously at Miles. "Sveta, playtime." Svetlana moved up, her movements a bit slowed, just like her owner. She moved to her chest and rolled onto her back, puffy snatch on full display. Miles stared at his father, eyes meeting; his own gaze pierced through the boy. "Sit still, don't talk, and don't look away," he said lowly as he stroked the dog's muzzle. Svetlana's tongue flicked out, catching his dad's fingers. He held the fingers there, letting the dog coat them in drool. He leaned down, the dog licking at his lips. And his dad opened his mouth, welcoming that tongue inside.

The fingers slid down and gently touched her swollen lips. He slid the finger carefully between them. Svetlana stretched her back, grinding her hips back against the fingers. His father's thick fingertip slowly slipped inside. He moved it carefully up, sliding across her clit. She began to buck faster, riding his fingers. His father let out a soft rumble, mimicking the dogs, leaning down to kiss her muzzle again before withdrawing the fingers slowly. He held them aloft, covered in thick juices. Svetlana craned her head down to lick herself, tongue driving inside her own pussy in broad slurps. Miles sat in stunned silence as his father carefully licked his fingers clean.

"There are bestialists and zoophiles," he said as Svetlana raised her head to his lap, nestling close to her lover. "A bestialist uses an animal like a sex toy. It's just a taboo they want to break. They want the rush of trying something they haven't done before. They're trash. And watching the way you just tried to use this poor girl to get your rocks off, I'm not about to let my son go down that path." He reached back to stroke Nadia's ears affectionately. "A zoophile is someone who loves an animal, deeply. They care for their emotions, they're mental wellbeing. They use their position as a human not to take advantage of the animal but to give them an even better life." Nadia moved to her feet, moving closer to Miles. "Call her, son."

Miles hesitated, looking at the dog. He let his father's words sink into his head, staring deeply into those blues eyes. He opened his mouth, searching for words. At last, he whispered, "Naden'ka." His first time calling her that name. Her ears perked up as he moved carefully closer. "I'm sorry, girl. I'm sorry." Nadia leaned forward and touched her muzzle to Miles's face. He took a deep breath, taking in her scent. He opened his mouth as she began to lick, welcoming her tongue inside. He licked back eagerly, lost in the moment, hands stroking over those sharp ears. He pulled back to glance at his father, a widening smile on both their faces. "Dad, do you have her trained?"

"No, boy. She's been waiting for you. Sveta's daughter with my son," he said, fingers idly toying with Svetlana's leaking pussy. The wet squelching grew quicker as he easily worked two fingers in and out of her.

Miles looked down at the girl, her tail wagging quickly. "Naden'ka, let's play," he whispered, stroking her cheeks. The girl turned and lowered her forepaws, tail hiked high to show off her needy pussy. Miles stroked her hips. He guided her onto her back and looked down at her, splayed out, wanting. She let out a whine, tail swishing across the floor. Miles began to lick his fingers before another thought dawned on him, another way to get her ready. He leaned down and inhaled her scents, the wealth of pheromones coming from her juices. He rubbed his thumbs down the soft lips before peeling them open. He leaned down and pushed his tongue inside. Nadia let out a low rumble, grinding quickly back against his face. Miles slurped and swirled his tongue.

"Up near the top is her clit," his father said, breaking the silence. The rough hand gripped the boy by the neck, holding him in place. He guided him back to watch carefully as he spread Nadia's pussy. "This little spot here. This is what you need to make her cum." Though his father's hand shoved him closer, Miles would have dove in without hesitation anyway. He slurped and licked, working his tongue deep and curling upward. She bucked wildly, tail swishing fast as he ate out that juicy dog pussy. His cock ached, dribbling precum like a faucet as he slowly pulled away. Instinct was calling to him. He glanced over at his father, who only gave a nod. And then, he glanced to Svetlana. The old husky slowly lowered her head in a bow, acknowledging him, giving her daughter away.

Miles leaned back as Nadia leapt up into quick circles, spiraling around in an excited dance. She dropped her forepaws in a play bow to Miles. The boy mimicked her motions before stripping off his soaked boxers. She leaned in to sniff at his leaking cock before slurping across it. He glanced over at his father who had hauled his own cock, dripping like his own. He balls swayed as he jerked off, Svetlana slurping over the head as he peeled his sheath back. Miles did the same, toes curling from the quick licks of that velvety tongue. He pushed her head away, panting for breath, though the girl kept pressing in close licking over anything she could reach. He moved up and pressed him against her, wrestling his way behind her. She kept her hips hiked, whining with need, tail wagging quickly across his belly. Miles grabbed the back of his cock, trying to hit his target. Nadia whined and bucked back needingly.

Miles felt his father's thick cock pressed up against his lower back as he leaned behind his boy. The rough hands slid down his son's hips. "You need to aim up and forward. Shh. Just relax and let it happen. Your body knows how to do it. We are zoophiles, son. Let nature happen." Miles took a deep breath, watching the girl's movements. He pressed the head between those lips. It was happening. It was really happening. He watched those needy pussy swallow his cock. The tight ring gripped around his cockhead. He sank slowly forward, watching the dog arch her back, pressing back into him. His hips meet hers. His father released him, letting out a lone word: "Fuck."

Miles began to fuck, his hips slapping against hers. He fell forward, wrapping his arms around her chest as he bucked faster, feeling that leaking pussy dribble with juice each time he pulled out. He angled his thrusts upward as she panted, riding him as quick as her body would allow. He looked up to watch his father and Svetlana. She curled up on her back as his father angled his cock down, sinking inside her missionary style. He leaned down to whispered in her ear, "Sorry it's been so long, girl. I've missed this, too. Let's show these young pups we still have it."

Miles began to fuck quicker, watching the scene unfold. His father fucked his lover, thick cock plunging in and out of her with a wet squelch. His dark fur glistened with sweat and he fucked quicker, Svetlana's hips bouncing as she raised back to meet his thrusts. Nadia's wagging tail whipped across Miles's abdomen and chest. They two couples mated and bred, father and mother watching their offspring with pride. Miles looked up, across his father's furry chest. His father looked at his boy's widening shoulders. Their eyes met, full of love and passion. They both slammed to the hilt, words of no use. Miles let out a feral shout as his father's chest grew with a guttural roar. The dogs raised their heads to howl as both girls came. Miles moaned louder, feeling the gush of pussy juices running down his balls as she clenched tight around him.

He came hard, hot boiling cum spurting deep inside her. He gasped for air, hugging her tight as he bred her, mated with her. His father pulled out, letting out a deep grunt as spurt over spurt of hot cum covered her spread and leaking hole. Svetlana craned her head down, extending her tongue to catch the rest of her lover's load. She licked herself clean rolling her tongue inside her own folds.

Nadia pulled forward, evoking a moan from Miles as his cock slipped free from her. She barked excitedly, curling around him, leaning up to lick his face. Miles laughed, trying to keep up with the excited motions, returning the licks whenever she wasn't too quick.

Miles stared at his father as the elder rose to his feet, his cock glistening with his lover's juices. He fell to his knees, not giving it a second thought. He held the thick cock in his hands, the cock that made him, and began to lick it clean. His father was the alpha and needed to be served. His father shuddered as the tongue worked over the hypersensative flesh, still reeling in the after glow. His cock began to swell to full hardness as Miles wraped a hand around it. He had watched Emmit so many times; he knew how to do it. He began to bob his head quicker as his father held his head still. The big hands seized the boy by both ears and began to buck his hips, grunting through his nose as a second load dribbled onto the boy's tongue.

Miles tilted his head back, savoring his father's cum, the source of life. He swallowed and looked up with a grin, feeling the change in their relationship, knowing things would never be the same. His father pulled him up to his feet and embraced his boy, leaning down to kiss his forehead. Miles pressed into the warmth of his father's arms, hugging tight against him. His father whispered, "I love you, son."

"I love you, too, Dad," he replied. "We are zoophiles."

"Yes, son. We are zoophiles."