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As the wrap came off once more, Therese hummed and prodded softly around Emily's leg. "Skin's healed over, no sign of infection. I think you're good again. Try not to kick any more windows, would you darling? Go for ribs if you have to." Emily's wry smile met the playful wink from the cowgirl, the whirr of the milking pumps starting up joining them once more in their afternoon session. About a week had passed since the incident, the mare's dreams continuing to elude her but her operation working much smoother with a bit of fear fresh in her slacker employees' minds. It had let her simply enjoy these moments, the fonder memories of starting her business from her curse and bringing Therese in as first an assistant and now a close friend. Perhaps when her heat hit she should invite Susu over to have some real girl time, just the three of them, after they'd all been so busy~

As the gentle suction began their conversation died off, Emily's reaction to their routine well known to the cowgirl. Bovines tended to enjoy the act, but compared to her equally milky friend Therese's reaction was chaste. More and more the thickset mare's thighs rubbed together, cheeks flushed dark and the enticing aroma of fertile female filling the room. While she didn't have the equipment to meet the demands those pheromones laid out, it still set the motherly cow's desires aflame like always. Before long she had her friend's legs spread, her broad tongue bringing Emily to a braying climax that had the pumps struggling to keep up.

With a bit of effort to navigate the tubes Therese soon had the mare on the floor, thighs straddling Emily's face before burying her own back in that sopping cunt. Years of tending to each other's urges, the trio they made with Susu uniquely grasping the trials and tribulations of independence with the body of a breeder, left them all with intimate knowledge of their points and triggers. Even in her haze Therese could tell Emily was beyond sensitive today, twitching and gushing with almost absurd ease. It didn't surprise her when she faintly heard one of the pumps shut down, the mare quite the squirter up top when she was having fun. With pressure building again and the cowgirl's weight emphasizing it, Emily moaned luridly into her friend's pussy. Therese reluctantly pulled away from her own task to try and replace a tank only to find a tongue deep in her tight snatch and her own release crashing over her.

Legs quivering and head clearing somewhat, Therese moved quickly as Emily's ardor remained undimmed. With a click and a slurp she saw the mare below her shudder, those powerful arms wrapping around her thighs and holding her tight. A surprised moo slid into a full moan as Emily went to town, the normally less libidinous cowgirl finding her own second orgasm rapidly approaching before she could even get back into position. "Wh-what's gotten into you today~?" Flopping over, Therese worked a few fingers into the equation to try and sate the randy equine, her teeth nipping that pronounced clit playfully only to find the mare's legs wrapping around her head to hold her there as Emily's tongue dove deep. "Mmmmm?!" The bovine female knew better than to try to escape, her larger friend's strength more than enough to pin her in place, but this never happened unless her estrus had started!

Nose filled with pheromones, body wracked with a second quick orgasm she didn't even get to finish before Emily started working on a third, Therese tried to determine if the subtle flavor changes had hit without her notice. The writhing mare below her made it quite difficult, the fog in her mind leaving her struggling to care...but no, it wasn't there. Good in a way, but it didn't change that she was stuck mid third orgasm, her tank was filling quickly, and she had a lot more work to do before her friend and employer's libido calmed down again!

Her distracted mind and body missed the eventual die off of the pump hum, body aching from multiple overlapping orgasms she'd normally need a few bulls to match, and the both of them laying panting and soaked after what had to be a solid hour. Her chest thankfully felt lighter, though she'd wasted a fair amount now soaked into her chest and Emily's belly. Yet when Emily shifted and grunted in familiar annoyance, she found to her surprise her equine companion still leaked profusely. "Em?" Emily's hands cupped her chest, squeezing lightly to get a fresh gush from her teats and another flush of need. "Y-yeah, still full."

A third tank was placed, the pump started yet again, and a vibrator used in place of the exhausted cowgirl's tongue and hands. Rare was it that she was this milky, even in her heats, and never this randy outside them! "What's going on, Em? I know how your body's ticks almost better than I know my own. This is really unusual, hun."

Nickering amid the renewed pleasure, Emily began massaging her huge jugs to get them flowing faster. "I'm not, mmmph, sure~ I've been making a little more each day than, nnnngh~, normal, and I swear my clothes are tighter, but I just really needed a bit more today~" As Therese cleaned up the mess they'd made in their passion, tits barely held off the floor while she moved on hands and knees, Emily again found herself drifting through the currents of lust, squirming and moaning shamelessly for her one woman audience as she wondered when she'd grown so needy. It was fun, but it was also a distraction. She didn't have time to spend all day in an orgasmic stupor, or to be draining herself every hour! Yet if she didn't her nipples would scrape against her clothing, she'd start leaking up top and down below, and she'd have to break anyway.

So far she'd managed to keep this from her employees save Nate, the stallion helping her maintain her image as well as her business. At this rate she wasn't sure how much longer it would stay that way. If she could just figure out what it was that might be causing this...

The musky shaft slid down her throat with practiced ease, impotent rage focused upon its owner. The ashen demon horse merely grinned and pulled back, letting the flared head slip from her throat to splash her tongue with more of that virile prenut before sliding down again, leaving her unable to swallow and her tongue bathed in that pheromone rich goo. Behind her another stud slapped her ass with his hands and his crotch, delighting in how her rump jiggled and her muscles reflexively tightened each time he struck. From time to time he would gloat in her ear, describing to the many waiting for their turn just how tight she was despite the nightly horse cock gangbanging.

Below her yet another thrust up into her cunt, stretching her sensitive lips around the huge shaft, plugging himself inside her womb with his flare, and dumping gallon after gallon of virile nut into the same place he'd been sired in. His fingers dug into her supple hide as he worked towards his peak, her body craving the drag of his medial ring along her inner walls and the hot spray of sperm into her womb, whole body spasming when that sticky gusher struck her back wall amid his wild braying.

The spawn of her loins seemed to have a particular love for incest, trying time and again to breed their own mother. One would blow, be yanked out, and then replaced with an equally eager stud trying to outdo each brother with a load more copious and virile than the last. Worst yet, Nightmare would let her see the moment of conception each time he allowed it, letting the new zygote implant, then waiting until the end of the night to let all of them rush to maturity as part of her 'training.' Each time she bore one more than the night before. Tonight it would be 9 new monstrosities. Nearly all previous ones had turned out male, the nearly three dozen studs Nightmare had foisted upon her either using her or stroking themselves in preparation for spending their seed in and on her.

Nightmare himself had only impregnated her once, yet each night he would enjoy some other part of her body and leave behind a new curse to toy with her mortal form. She knew of what he placed on her ovaries, but not the full purpose. Another had been placed on her tongue, one on her ass as a tattoo his spawn loved to slap, and one each over her nipples. The former two at least seemed to up her sensitivity in those areas, leaving her feeling as good as getting properly pussy fucked when taken there. When she'd snidely commented about him being unimaginative doing the same to her tits he just laughed about that being a 'welcome side effect,' all attempts at gleaning more information brushed off. The creature was so infuriating for so many reasons!

Her paralysis left her open to so much degradation while she fumed. Her hands had been wrapped around a fat cock each, used like some sex toy for the demons he'd foisted upon her. They erupted one after the other, painting her face in a fresh layer of their paste-thick nut before pushing their spurting heads to her nose. The choking panic set in as her air was completely cut off, unable to be answered in her frozen state. As her eyes opened the torturing bastards sent the next gusher right into them, the salty slime burning as they laughed at their mother's debasement. As her heart thudded in reflexive alarm turned against her, attempts at thought drowned out by the stymied fight or flight response, she felt the remainder of their seed raining down over her long hair and into her ears, a muffled 'good look for a cumdump' ringing in her head with the pounding of her blood as the spawn in her ass and throat pulled her tight, unloading inside her as new studs took their place at her hands.

When at last she was allowed to breathe, coughing and gasping through the cheek-bulging sperm wad left in her mouth, the eighth stud of the night began spraying his seed into her womb, rubbing and slapping her swelling belly as he proudly proclaimed his father would let him sire inside his mother. To her shame Emily found herself twitching in orgasm once more, the mix of pain and pleasure overloading her nerves until simply feeding her cunt sperm was nearly enough to make her cum on call.

"My mate, you're only halfway through. Don't tell me you're exhausted already." Nightmare's voice filled her mind while her senses failed her, his visage in her mind's eye with the few daughters he'd sired upon her dutifully tending to his cock. "You know you're only making things harder on yourself. You have but to ask and never again will you be at our sons' whims." Her body was repositioned as she growled at him, her head tilted back and a new dick thrust down her throat and towards her stomach, a number of long waiting offspring gathering around her prone form. Thick ropes of sperm rained down upon her cum swollen belly and milk gushing tits, matting her fur until her chestnut coat was lost under a sea of squirming white and a new load of incestuous seed was pumping down her gullet to taint her dream self.

"Yes, I agree. It is more fun to find out what I've done to you as it happens~" She felt her womb roil in the now familiar fight for dominance, a new egg claimed and implanted in short order as her chest burned. "You're starting to really feel it in your waking self, aren't you? You're angry with me, though it is naught but ego that makes you so. Eventually you will see it as the gift it is, one so very few are capable of receiving. Through you I will be able to do so much more than the meagre efforts I can spend upon those less sensitive to my presence."

In the dead of night, the starry sky and waning moon the only light, a single figure shuffled across the yard of the farm. Therese's nightgown fluttered in the light breeze, her hands groggily working at the buttons to expose more and more cleavage to the cool spring air. Her sleepwalking form stumbled through the barn door and in to one of the stalls, her nightgown slipping from her shoulders as if by unseen hands, her bra popping open to let her tits fall free. Kneeling before where the anthro milking machine would be installed in the future, she looked blearily at the holes waiting there, mooing softly to announce herself.

In response a thick canine shaft poked through the one before her, her tongue slipping along the underside before those luscious lips wrapped around it, another soft sleepy moo filling the stall as she bobbed her head in time with the owner's thrusts. Her tail swayed slowly behind her as she savored the flavor, drool and pre dripping over her tits as she let the tapered tip into her throat. Pressing her lips flush to the hole she let the unknown stud thrust at his own pace, swallowing and licking to encourage him through those rapid strokes.

Her ears twitched at a sound behind her, but she did not deviate from her task even when she felt a huge powerful paw pull up her tail. A hungry growl filled the stall as her ass was spread, thick fur brushing against her and a strained moo muffled by cock leaving her throat as her back door was violated. One clawed paw moved to her hip to pull her in as her assailant thrust, the other pushing her head to the wall to keep her there. Still she did not wake, dutifully slurping and rolling her hips as the canine knot swelled in her mouth. Unable to pull away and the stud clearly intent upon it, she could only moo in discomfort as her jaw was strained around the bulbous thing, cum starting to pour down her throat with nowhere else to go.

On both sides of her another hole found itself filled with canine shaft, the hand on her ass slapping it sternly. "Get a move on, slut. You've got months of blue balls to deal with thanks to this ass and your whore boss." Face still pinned to the wall Therese could only use her hands, quickly starting in on them even as cum continued to pour into her belly from the dog's long orgasm. "Good girl. Can't wait until I get to knock you up..."

Every orifice gushed clay-like cum as Emily coughed and sputtered, barely let breathe the whole night and the deprivation making each thrust and spurt and slap all the more intense. Now her belly swelled once again as the trio of females she'd birthed cleaned her off, tongues lapping up the still warm and sticky goo all across her body. They'd paid particular attention to her chest, her twins swelling bigger before her eyes as she went through the stages of pregnancy, painful fullness inside them as milk production ramped up once more.

Without warning her water broke, the first child grown massive inside her and muscling its way free. Emily hated this part even as her body relished it, pain again twisted to pleasure and her exhausted form left to shudder and convulse as the blasphemous spawn freed itself from her belly. She was given but a moment's breath, enough time for the beast she'd borne to latch on to her tits, before she started growing again with the next, her body's changes stacked atop one another.

When the third emerged a squabble broke out over her chest, the first not wanting to give up his spot. Helpless as the fourth began to grow, Emily could but endure as her tits were manhandled roughly, cream flying everywhere and the stallions trying to mark her as theirs with their always leaking dicks. With the fourth out it only intensified, neither eldest wanting to share, until their father intervened. "She is none of yours. You have access only as I will it. Let the youngers feed, my sons, you have other tasks." The spark of defiance flared but a moment as they pinched her nipples, but ultimately they did as commanded when their eyes fell upon their sisters...

Even as the fifth filled her belly impossibly big she was used as a milk tank, molested and marked by voracious studs drawing power from her. With the emergence of the sixth she knew her waking form would not escape alteration, trying to distract herself with ways to escape this cycle of waking forgetfulness. Yet as her belly swelled again the sensations inside did not allow for much else. Two grew this time, flooding her body with hormones as she swelled bigger than ever. Their forms intertwined, the motions sending her into a rolling fit of pleasure that insured the two at her chest ate *very* well, and when ultimately they emerged the new, twisted single creature towered over her. Twin heads, four arms...two cocks and four balls...such a monstrosity could never exist without perverse magics. The hulking thing lay atop her, a head each attaching to a tit and gulping down all they could.

Even as she waited for the final child to begin growing she expected to be crushed, his weight and size growing rapidly until mercifully he pulled away. Nightmare formed beside her head, guiding her gaze to the easily 12 foot thing. "Magnificent, my mate. Look at how far you've come in such a short time. This is but the first~ You have so much more to do, so many new demons to bare me..." A hand moved to her belly, rubbing it even as she tried not to think about what else he would foist upon her. "Your morning is close now, yet you have one more inside you. I wonder what might happen if she stays there~?"

The wicked grin was the last thing she saw before the rooster crowed, memory gone and Therese snuggled up next to her in bed. Sluggishly she pulled herself out, feeling quite off balance even if she'd grown accustomed to wet dreams, absentmindedly rubbing the new curve in her belly. As Therese joined her, yawning and similarly exhausted, the cowgirl smacked her lips. "Eugh. Weird taste in my mouth today. ...you ok, Em?"

Shaking her head, Emily ran her fingers down to a growing ache she felt in her hips. "Think I slept weird, something's killing me down-" *SNAP* The mare's panties gave out as she tugged on them, the strained band unable to take any more and the pain vanishing quickly. "...'rese, my hips weren't this big last night, were they?"