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Little Guy 2: The New Farmhand, Part One

By Mantrid Brizon

(07/21/2020)

In and out, over and over again, Chris thrusts his endowment into Jill's tight pussy. The nineteen-year-old human's alabaster skin glistens in the softened daylight, which trickles in through her closed curtains. Moaning and groaning, she clings tightly to her lover's furry body, her own rocking back and forth with his powerful thrusts. Nuzzling her neck with his black snout and matching canine nose, he opens wide and gives her a lick. She gasps and moans as he grunts and groans, his soft, light brown and black fur dampened with the sweat of his exertion and her immeasurable pleasure. Plop, plop, plop, plop. Chris' furry scrotum and large, heavy balls hang low, swinging beneath him like a pendulum and softly striking her tight, little ass.

“Ahhgah. Ahhgah. Ahh-fuck." She moans over and over again.

“Oh, yeah! Nngf-nngf-nngf! Come on, baby! Nngf! Cum for me! Nngf-nngf! Cum for your big dog!" He growls into her ear and licks her face.

“Ahh-yes! Ahh-fuck! Fucking fuck me! Ahh! Harder!" She cries out.

Plop, plop, plop, plop. In an out, he thrusts his long and girthy, jet-black cock. The knot smashes against her taut nether lips, and so he drives the six and a half inches of fat shaft into and out of her quivering, pink pussy. He always waits to knot her, until he can feel that she's ready to blow. Chris makes her so wet that her fluids nearly have the viscosity of Vaseline; her tiny hole sloshes audibly, like a pair of hands rubbing on gobs of lotion. Her juices turn white and begin to froth one more time, as Chris brings her to the edge yet again.

“Oh god, your pussy! Ahh-yeah! Mmmmmm-it's so fucking tight!"

“Ahh-ahh-hah-ahh!" She squeals.

“Rrr-yeah! Don't fight it, baby! Nngf! Come on! Nngh-yeah! Cum for me, baby-girl! Rrr-rrr-rrr! Cum for me, one more time!"

“Ahh! I'm gonna! Nngf-nngf! I'm gonna! Hah-nnnnn-nnnyyaaahhh-AAAHHH!!!" She exclaims as she orgasms for the third time in one session.

Just as her pussy begins to clamp down onto his big, canine cock, he does it. With a hard shove, he buries his girthy shaft into her trembling flesh, and with an even harder push, he reams her little cunt with his bulbous knot. A full three inches in diameter, it stretches her loins to fit him. As always, her overly stretched vaginal canal clamps down onto his penis in response, her tiny, pink hole gripping him like a steaming hot and velvety soft vice.

“AAAHHH!!! AAHHGAAAHHD!!!" She screams.

With her eyes shut tightly, her dainty hands and slender fingers claw frantically at his back. Her body tremors and her legs convulse, shaking uncontrollably and shifting Jill, her lover and the entire bed beneath them. Her manicured nails rake through the dense forest of the German Shepherd Voeldahn's fur.

“Rrr-yeah! I'm almost there, baby-girl! Rrrrrrr-fuck yeah!"

He growls loudly, almost roaring as he rocks his hips and wiggles his cock as it's buried deep inside of her. She can feel his large, furry scrotum pressing firmly against her tight ass. His soft fur tickles her anus. Her stretched out, shaking legs pull closer, squeezing his body between them. Drawing in and closing her legs further tightens her convulsing pelvic muscles, attempting and failing to crush his huge, rock-hard cock, which remains imbedded deep within her pussy. She feels the soft but thick fur of his paw-like, digitigrade feet brushing her ankles.

As her lover spears her with the largest manhood that she's ever had the pleasure of enjoying, she often forgets his amusingly short stature; at five-foot-three, he's four inches shorter than her. Lying beneath her lover and holding onto him for dear life, she enjoys the longest and most powerful orgasms that any man has ever given her. Chris is quite the stud.

“EEEEE!!!" She suddenly squeals as Chris roughly yanks his bulbous knot out of her spasming pussy.

He pulls away from her, but then swiftly pushes his penis back into her loins. The canine Voeldahn makes sure to leave his shaft buried within his human lover's hungry pussy. He can't hold out any longer. Jill wriggles and writhes as she finally feels it. It's every bit as pleasurable as before, and it pushes her over the precipice; her orgasm continues in waves, seemingly without end.

“RRRRR!!!" He growls as he winces from the intense pleasure.

“AAAHHHGAHD!!! AAAHHHFUCK!!! AAAHHHGAHD!!!" She repeatedly shouts, her words morphing until she's no longer coherent.

One, two and then three jets of thick, hot cum blasts into her tight loins, splashing her cervix before flooding her uterus. He quickly draws his pulsating manhood from her body as he orgasms, pulling out the six and a half inches of his girthy, jet-black dog cock. No sooner than the pointy tip of his fat organ is removed, a fourth jet strikes her clitoris like a gooey bullet before oozing down, slowly cascading over her stretched out nether lips. Five, six and then seven jets flow from his hung member as he swiftly grasps the shaft of his slimy penis, directing his flow. It shoots over her toned belly and lands just beneath her plump breasts.

She pants for air as he leaves several long and thick pearl streaks. His final eighth jet, far weaker than the others, only reaches to her lower abdomen; his cum runs along the contours of her body and slowly pools in her belly button. Pinching his manhood between his fingers and thumb, he pulls from the base to the tip, starting at the front of his bulbous knot. Chris squeezes out every last drop of semen that he has, wiping the remnants from the tip and smearing it onto her inner right thigh. He sighs with relief as he lets go of his cock, allowing his impressive peninsula of masculinity to sway proudly. It looms over her, like a hunter posing with a fresh kill.

“Ooohhh-fuuuuuck... Hhf-hhf! You were amazing, stud. As always!" A thoroughly satisfied Jill coos.

“Yeah. I've got your orgasms down to a science." Chris says with a smirk.

“You're such a good fuck. I mean, you were good before, and having a huge cock is a serious bonus, but god damn if you haven't improved." She says with a lustful grin.

“Thanks. I have a good teacher."

“Do I know her?" She teases.

“Heh... Look at you, all sprawled out and covered in my cum. You're as pretty as a picture... In fact!"

“Here we go." She giggles.

Climbing up from the bed, Chris collects his phone and swipes the camera icon on his lock screen. She lay still, catching her breath as he prepares to photograph her. Clothed in only her white stockings and a pushed up, dark grey long-sleeved shirt, Jill turns her head toward her left side. With her legs spread and bent at the knees, she brings her left hand toward her face. With her cheeks flushing so innocently and her mouth slightly agape, her long, slender fingers caress her bottom lip. She poses so wonderfully for her lover as he stands at the corner of the bed, near her left foot. She turns her tired, navy-blue eyes toward him, holding her pose and waiting for him to snap another steamy memory.

Ka-click! He adds yet another photo to his collection, which has grown considerably over the past two months, ever since they've begun having sex. Now truly able to relax and bask in the softening waves of her pleasure, Jill closes her eyes and stretches out. Her phone chimes as Chris texts her the newest photo. He sets his phone near hers as he collects the rag on her nightstand. Jill's eyes very slowly open as she feels his furry buttocks and bushy tail; he sits on the bed near her hips. He stares at her with his bright amber, almost yellow eyes, and smiles so warmly. She smiles back, which causes his bushy tail to sway. Reaching over her body with the rag, she realizes what he's about to do.

“Wait." She says, her voice somewhat weakened from her growing exhaustion.

“Hm?"

“Not this time." She coos, her lips curling so seductively as she grins.

Reaching slowly down with her left hand, she uses her fingers and thumb to wipe Chris' cum down her body. She collects the goopy substance into a little pile near her sternum, even wiping up what's stuck to her pussy lips and her inner thigh. He flushes as he watches her collecting his sperm, before scooping it up and licking it from her palm and fingers. She coos as she ingests it, as if it was a delicacy.

“Mmmmm... You're so tasty." She giggles. “Get over here and let me clean you up, big guy. I can't let my stud leave with a dirty cock."

Chris shifts, kneeling atop the bed and with his legs against her side. Curling her body, Jill brings her face toward his slowly softening manhood, closing her eyes and opening wide. She diligently sucks on his big, jet-black dog cock, moaning softly as she enjoys the combined flavor of his flesh, his cum, and her pussy juice.

“Ooohhh-yeah." He sighs.

“Mmm-slrp-slrp-mmhmm. Ahh!" She gasps as she pulls her mouth off of him. “Damn, that's good. Almost done, stud."

She winks as her hand skillfully strokes his manhood. Is she were trying to reawaken it? She lifts his member and drags her tongue along the entirety of his length. With his knot no longer filled, she drags it along eight and a half inches of glossy, black flesh. As she curls her tongue around the base of his cock, she buries her thin, pointy nose in his furry scrotum, nuzzling his empty balls quite affectionately.

“Oh shit... Keep that up and I'll need to fuck you again before I go."

“Ooohhh!" She coos as she strokes his manhood with a little more force, turning her eyes up at him so innocently. “Don't threaten me with a good time. I just may kidnap you."

“Like you have the strength to take me again." He chuckles, softly petting her bedraggled, black hair. “You remember how sore you were the last time you let me dive in for seconds."

“I can wait, and fuck you as soon as I've recovered." She winks again.

Just then, a phone chirps and vibrates on her nightstand. Glancing toward the device, they can see Chris' phone subtly shifting.

“Damnit... That's my mom." He sighs.

“It's a good thing I'm done." Jill remarks as she flops back in her bed. “You're all clean, stud."

Rising from the bed and collecting the phone, Chris just misses Heather's call. He unlocks the screen in time to receive a text message.

“Where are you??? Get home! We have to go to Mark's soon!"

“Kk. Be there soon." He texts back.

Turning toward his lover, she lay still atop her bed, her eyes closed. One hand slowly rubs her thoroughly used pussy, while another hand gently squeezes one of her plump and perky C-cup breasts.

“Sorry, babe, but I have to go."

“I miss your cock already, stud." She whimpers.

“Oh, you'll get it when I come back."

“Mmm-how long will you be away?" She asks, opening her eyes and turning her head to face him.

“I don't know. Not long, hopefully." He replies with a sadness in his voice.

“Well, do whatever you have to do. Milk the fields, work the cows. Really lick boot, so you can come back home. I'm going to need you." She winks, her gaze fixated upon his limp and swaying manhood.

“Yeah, me too." He says as he pulls on his clothes.

“... I'll wait for you, okay?"

He stops in his tracks, bent over with a leg in his pants and the other raised.

“Okay." He says with a little smile.

Now fully dressed and ready to leave, Chris makes his way through the hall of Jill's cookie-cutter house. Passing the kitchen, he freezes at the sight of Jill's mother. She looks to him, smiles and rises from her seat, a vegan meal sitting atop the table. She moves toward him and his heart sinks.

“All done?!" She chirps.

“Uh, yeah..." He murmurs.

“Good... I just wanted to say that I think it's wonderful our daughter is with a Voeldahn. It's so nice to know that she isn't an ignorant bigot, like most girls her age, who only stick to humans!" She begins.

“Do they?" He asks.

“Uh-yeah! Of course they do! Why do you think they always have human children?!"

“Because they're humans, and human women only have human babies, just like Voeldahn women only have Vo-"

“That science is racist!" Jill's mother promptly interrupts him. “I think that's just a human cover-up to belittle your kind!"

“Uh-huh..." Chris mumbles, growing increasingly uncomfortable around her.

“Anyways, I told my Jill, ever since I read that book 'Human Fragility' by Robin what's-her-name, that we should do more for your kind!"

“My kind?" Chris raises a brow.

“Oh my gosh, that sounded so racist of me! I'm sorry!"

“Forget it. It's just-"

“I got her on birth control for you! Ah-and I let her bring you home so she could have sex with you in comfort! Er, I mean, so you could enjoy my daughter in comfort... I-I hope that's good penance! ... We're not racists!" Jill's mother exclaims.

“Yeah, yeah! Just relax!" Chris holds up his clawed hands, taking a step back.

“I just don't want you to think that we're racists... Because we're not!"

“Well, I don't. I think you're very nice people and that Jill is a wonderful girl. It's just that most humans are nice to me; I don't really see whatever it is you're talking about."

“Good for you!" She says with a visibly forced smile. “But not everyone is an ally; you should be more mindful. They might be faking it so you don't feel offended by their inherited human bigotry. At least you know you're always safe here, in my daughter's bed!"

“Right... Well, uhm... I've got to go." He slowly moves further away from her.

“Oh, of course! Don't let me keep you!"

“See you later." Chris says as he promptly heads for the front door.

“Alright, ally!" Jill's mom holds up a fist.

Walking casually through the front door and closing it behind him, he tries to keep his cool. He looks back, only to find Jill's mother standing by the bay window, watching him with a strange look on her face. He can't tell if she's pleased or upset. If she's upset, is she disgusted by her daughter's sexual activity, or is it something else?

“Wow... Cray-zee!" He remarks to himself as he begins walking home.

Why does Jill's mom insist on making every visit so awkward? Why does she always want to talk about his race? She claims to be an “ally", whatever that means, but she's the only one who makes him uncomfortable. Everyone else treats him normally, many of them human, and they don't ever make him feel so discomforted. If she wasn't so insistent, he'd assume that she was the racist, and that she's grasping at any reason she can to condone his relationship with Jill, however carnal it might be. Shaking off the strange encounter, he returns home just in time for his mother to barge outside, her hands on her hips as she glares at him.

“Uh, so, where the hell were you?! You know that button on your phone? If you push it and look at the screen, there's a thing on the front with numbers. That's called a clock! You knew you were making us late and you left anyway?!" She growls as she storms up to him.

“I'm sorry. I was seeing Jill..."

“Oh... Well, still, you know how important this is. I only have this one day off to take you to Mark's, and it's a really long drive."

“I'm sorry." He hangs his head. “But do I really need to go?"

“You know the rules. We asked you to get a part-time job or raise your grades; something to prove to us that you're trying. You're not on the right path, son, and we just want what's best for you. Living on Mark's farm is just what you need..." She speaks sweetly, resting a hand on her son's cheek. “Now get your lazy, good-for-nothing ass in the car! I've already packed it!" She exclaims with glee.

“..."

Pushing her son by his shoulders, Heather directs Chris toward her crimson Jeep Cherokee.

“We're not even going to say bye to dad and Lara?!"

“Oh, they said goodbye already, with their thoughts!"

Opening his car door, she waves a hand, gesturing for him to step inside.

“Why do I feel like you want to get rid of me?" Chris remarks.

“Nonsense! ... Get in the car."

Obeying his mother, Chris climbs in and buckles his seatbelt while she closes his door and quickly darts around the vehicle. She hops in with considerable vigor, sighing with what sounds like delight as she pulls her door closed.

“Ready to go?!" She chirps as she clicks the buckle of her seatbelt into place.

“No."

“Good! Let's roll!"

With a frustrated sigh, he looks into the back seat to find his few bags packed. As she'd said, Heather, did most of the work for him. He can only imagine what she's left out, as they don't look very heavy. Clearly, his Switch and collection of games didn't make it inside. As they back out of the driveway, Chris takes one last look at his family home. For a moment, he feels genuine guilt for not going inside and saying goodbye to his father or his sister. Admittedly, though, Lara hasn't treated him quite the same since that fateful night roughly seventy days earlier, when he and Jill had sex for the first time. She's been distant, and though she's never said it, Chris suspects that his sexual relationship with her best friend, Jill, somehow offends her.

“Are you still upset?" Heather asks, several hours into their drive.

“Mmm..." He grumbles.

“You know why your father and I are doing this, right? It's not to punish you. It's for your own good. We push you the way we do because we love you and we want what's best for you. We want you to have a good life when you finally decide to grow up."

“Gee, thanks." He snickers.

“What's so funny?!"

“The way you said that... You and dad are always so passive-aggressive."

“Would you rather we be regular-aggressive?" She smirks.

“I'd rather you not be aggressive at all." He retorts.

“That's not an option. Your grandparents came to this country from Europe to make something of themselves, and they did. My great grandparents immigrated from Germany and they did the same thing. They pushed our ancestors the same way they eventually pushed us, and the same way your dad and I are pushing you and Lara. You have to work for what you want, son, and while Lara is more than willing to do what she has to do, busting her ass at school and even volunteering afterward, you're just... Well... You're a lazy bum, and it worries us. I'm sorry for saying this, but it's starting to show; you've got a proto-beer gut developing."

Chris looks down at his stomach. Though it's hard to tell, he does have a little pouch of belly fat. Growing self-conscious, he promptly sucks it in.

“I mean, when I was your age, back in the early nineties, it seems like everyone was as skinny as a rail, but that's because we didn't have all of those electronic toys that you have these days. When I wanted to learn something, I had to jog down to the library and read a book. We had to use payphones to call for help if our p.o.s cars broke down. Lara isn't addicted to the internet and video games the way you are; she's going to make something of herself."

“Okay, okay! I get it!" Chris growls.

“Do you? ... I think this time away will be really good for you. I just hope you come to realize it, sooner rather than later." She adds.

“Yeah, yeah..." He sighs.

Heather glances toward her son, Chris, who swipes the screen of his phone. She can see the images of Jill, the attractive, young human woman and a longtime friend of her daughter, Lara. Chris and Jill have seemingly grown so close to each other these past months, ever since her sleepover with Lara.

“Do you miss her?"

“Hm?" He turns toward his mother.

“Your girlfriend. I'm sorry if this is ruining things between you two. I like Jill. She's a sweetheart."

With a soft sight, he returns his attention to his phone. Chris swipes again, flipping through his pictures. He sees yet another image of himself and Jill, his sister's best friend and his lover. They pose together, sitting beside each other on the couch of his living room. In the following pictures they're cuddling, and otherwise acting like a cutesy, teenage couple.

“She's not my girlfriend, mom." He says with a melancholy sigh.

“Well, she sure seems like it, as much time as you two spend together these days. She's actually come over just to see you!"

“Yeah..."

“I mean, she must really like you for some reason, otherwise she wouldn't do that." Heather adds.

He swipes the screen one more time. His lips curl into a little smile as he looks at the first of many far more explicit images. Jill is naked, posed on her hands and knees atop his bed. Kneeling behind her, Chris reams Jill's tight, pink, human pussy with his girthy, jet-black, canine Voeldahn cock. It wasn't their last visit together. It's an old picture. They've fucked dozens of times since the night Jill claimed his virginity. However, this was one of the positions they'd enjoyed only the night before he was to leave. It was to be their last visit, but realizing that he would soon be gone, Jill called him over to her home in the midst of him packing, just so she could have one last taste of her stud.

Now, however, his parents have shipped him off to his uncle Mark's farm, far out into the country and away from his lover, a woman he hopes will one day be his official girlfriend. He isn't sure why she hesitates to accept him publicly and claim him as her boyfriend. Maybe it's the year and a half age difference, the fact the she's attending college while he's still a senior in high school, or the fact that he's four inches shorter than her? Maybe she's embarrassed by him, regardless of his considerable endowment and the obvious sexual pleasure he brings her? Maybe she just wants to enjoy his big dick and keep him a secret?

Again, he sighs, putting his phone away before his mother can glance over and see exactly what he's looking at. Though she likely has a clue, she doesn't need visual proof of the extent of Chris' and Jill's relationship.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. As soon as Mark sees a real improvement in your behavior, we'll set you up with a temp job at your dad's office and bring you home." Heather continues, focusing on the drive through the long and winding rural roads.

“But what about school?" He looks to her.

“We worked all that out. You can catch up on your credits and graduate before next year's semester."

“But I'll miss prom. What about all of my friends who'll get to go without me?"

“What friends? You can't take your PlayStation and TV to the dance." She retorts.

“... Okay. Fair point."

“This is what we're worried about, Chris. You spend all day in your room, you have no outdoor activities or drive, we don't even know what your work ethic is like, if you even have one at all. It's been over a year since I can remember anyone coming over just to hang out with you. It's troubling. Think of this whole thing as a fresh start. It's a chance to reinvent yourself in a whole new town. Think of all the friends you can make, and the strength of character you'll develop?!"

“Strength of character, huh? ... Will I have to take steroids?" He smirks.

“Smart ass." Heather softly chuckles.

After an arduous three-hour drive into the countryside, on the very outskirts of their state, Heather pulls her Jeep Cherokee onto the long, gavel driveway of an imposing farmhouse. The mailbox near the two-lane blacktop reads “The Redding's". The two-story manor is utterly surrounded by nearly four square miles of pristine farmland. Only a few houses border Mark's, and they're easily a half a mile away, if not more. His uncle is clearly doing very well for himself.

“Wow... I didn't know you could afford a mansion living as a farmer." Chris gasps, his wide, bright amber eyes staring at the sprawling estate.

“Your uncle's farm has million-dollar machinery on it. We weren't lying when we said this was an opportunity." Heather replies.

“So, he gets slave labor and I get... Life lessons, or something?"

“Yeah, something like that." Heather smirks.

“Oh, boy... Just what I've always wanted for Christmas."

“Try to be positive."

“Well, I positively want to go home." Chris retorts.

“I'm serious!" Heather snaps. “Your uncle Mark has agreed to take you in and do us this favor. Use it as a stepping stone. Whatever was holding you back at home doesn't exist here. Even your stature... It's just a frame of mind, son. You can be someone better here, and when you are, we'll take you home." She assures him.

“But what about-"

“No buts." His mother swiftly cuts him off. “Now get your stuff out of the back seat, give me a kiss and walk away. Oh! Look back a few times and stick your thumb out, too! It'll be like Dr. Banner hitchhiking." She giggles.

“The incredible mom." He softly remarks.

Chris obeys, even going along with her little visual joke. As he walks slowly away from her Jeep, a canine Voeldahn emerges from the front door of the manor. He watches the eighteen-year-old boy approaching for a moment, before stepping off the porch to meet him halfway. He waves to the woman in the driver's seat of the Jeep as he nears his nephew. Heather rolls down the window and sticks her head out, the warm breeze fluttering her light brown hair and ruffling her dense coat of fur.

“Take care of my baby-boy, or I'll sue you!"

“Will do!" Mark chirps.

“Okay, bye-bye! Love ya'!"

Heather waves to the pair before swiftly turning around and kicking up rocks as she speeds off.

“Well, that was a nice visit." Mark quips.

“Yeah..." Chris murmurs.

Mark stands just behind his nephew, who wears a small backpack and carries a large but fairly lightweight duffle. Clearly, his mother only packed his bare essentials; clothes, hygienics, and possibly a cliché family photo. The older man, who stands a solid five-foot-ten, turns his head down, his bright, amber eyes scanning his nephew, who keeps his back to him.

“So, I hear-tell you're going to be my new farmhand." Mark speaks in a gentle voice.

“Seems that way..."

“Looking forward to the redneck lifestyle?" Mark laughs.

“Eh..."

“I was kidding! Don't be so down! It's not that bad out here!" Mark chirps, resting a clawed hand on his nephew's shoulder.

Chris turns his head and glances over his shoulder, a look of melancholy on his face. Initially, Mark shares the expression, visibly affected by his nephew's misery. Suddenly, however, his expression changes and Mark silently chuckles.

“What?" A curious Chris asks.

“It's been a while. I haven't seen you since you were this big." Mark says, holding up a hand just below his chin, roughly in-line with the top of Chris' head.

“..."

“I'm kidding! Come on! Let's get your stuff inside! I'll show you to your new room!" Mark chirps, patting his nephew on the shoulder before darting off.

Following slowly after his uncle, Chris looks upon the imposing manor that will be his new home for God knows how long. It's a truly impressive structure, standing two stories tall. Windows running along the bottom, just above ground level, reveal an ample basement. Painted white, and with a metal roof that's bronze in color, the manor looks like it could house an entire clan. Dashing up the steps to the wraparound porch, Chris follows Mark as he enters the foyer. A large staircase sits directly before them, with the steps along the right wall and leading up to the second floor. A door along the side of the steps seems to hide the stairs which lead to the basement.

“All of the bedrooms are up there. Want to check out your new room, buddy?!" Mark chirps.

“Eh..." A disinterested Chris merely shrugs his shoulders.

“I could always give you the grand tour, or something."

“How'd you get a house like this, uncle Mark?" Chris finally asks.

“Oh! Well... David and I grew up here. We didn't spend too much time together, your father being six years older than me and all, but we hung out enough for me to know that he didn't like the farm life. I was the opposite. Our grandfather, your great grandfather started this farm from nothing, after immigrating from one of those European countries, and like him and our dad, I was perfectly happy staying and carrying on the Redding name. David was the other side of the coin, and went to college for business, getting that MBA and a minor in accounting."

“So, you inherited it?"

“I work the land, and every year it gets a little better. Whatever money I make is invested in the future. Your dad is a farmer, too; he harvests that sweet, sweet green." Mark smirks.

“I suppose. I mean, my dad does well and all but this?! ... What's this place even worth?"

“Well, the farm's worth about two and a half to three million-"

“Wow..."

“But on a good year I earn about four-hundred-thousand, which, of course, I then use to pay bills and support Peggy and I throughout the winter months. The rest I stash away for any bad years."

“You can make that much money from a mile-long farm?!"

“Oh, hell no!" Mark laughs. “What you see around the house is just my personal garden. The farmland is that half dozen miles of corn and beans you drove through on the south-side of the road. I've got some twelve-thousand acres, give or take, and there's more to the west that you didn't see, not to mention I've diversified with a modest ranch. Lessons from your father."

“Damn..."

“Anyway, let's take these upstairs and get you squared away!" Mark chirps.

A loud laugh echoes throughout the nearby rooms, reverberating in the hall. Chris furls his brow and leans over, before turning toward the archway and stepping through. Finding himself in a large living room, Chris sets the duffle bag on the floor and removes his backpack. Mark says nothing, watching him with a little smile. Any curiosity is better than the brooding depression that Chris seems to have had since he set foot onto the Redding farm. With Mark keeping a distance, Chris follows the sound, finding two women seated at an ornate, oak table.

It's the dining room, which is attached to the living room via an open archway. Along the western wall, Chris can see another archway, likely leading to a kitchen that sits well behind the stairs in the foyer. The two women immediately take notice. One is a mouse Voeldahn, a tiny little woman standing all of five-foot-nothing. She's quite beautiful, with soft, medium grey fur, big blue eyes and long black hair, with distinct curls. Her belly is swollen, revealing her obvious pregnancy. This is Peggy, Mark's wife. She turns her head and smiles, her glistening eyes scanning the young man.

“Well, hello there!" She chirps, waving her dainty hand as her fleshy tail sways gracefully behind her, still seated in her chair.

“Oh, you have company!"

Chris turns his attention toward the other woman. She's a larger Voeldahn, both in height and in weight. With a short, broad snout, long, A-frame ears and a pair of stubby horns atop her head, which protrude through her curly, shoulder length, blond hair, the white and brown splotched cow Voeldahn smiles quite warmly at him. She jumps up from her seat and stands before him. Her shorter, slender, whip-like tail, with a distinctive fluff at the tip, swishes with delight. The cow Voeldahn woman stands a solid five-foot-eight. She's a well-built woman, with meat on her bones. She's not overweight at all; Chris would call her “thicc".

Her voluptuous figure is clad in tightly fitting, almost stereotypical country-girl clothes. A red button-up is unbuttoned, showing off her white tank top beneath, which clings tightly to her startlingly large breasts. With the sleeves rolled up beyond her elbows and the ends of the button-up tied together at her sternum, he can see her sloping waist and the modest, even adorably small amount of fat on her belly. Her somewhat muscular arms are slightly bent, her hands resting upon her hips, which are quite broad. Her pelvis leads to a very plump, very noticeable buttocks. Her thick thighs are not chunky, as she seems to be rather toned; her build is absolutely perfect for her. The woman's lower half is clad in tight, daisy-duke, blue jean shorts.

“Oh, my! Who's this little guy?!"

“Well, Clary, I guess I should introduce you to my-"

“Oh my gosh, he's so cute!" Clarissa exclaims.

With her hands pressed against her cheeks, the cow Voeldahn dashes up to the visibly startled Chris. He manages only a single step backward before she gleefully throws her arms around him. The much shorter young man finds himself buried in her femininity, his black, canine snout smooshed between her absolutely enormous E-cup breasts. They're so warm, so soft, and her body wash smells so good.

“He's so precious!" Clarissa continues.

“Uhm, Clarissa..." Peggy attempts to politely interject.

“What an absolutely adorable boy you have here!" She giggles, petting Chris' head and ruffling his scruffy, light brown hair, as if he were a small child. “I could just eat him up!"

Chris' tail begins to wag uncontrollably. He imagines the taller, big breasted woman on her knees, struggling to swallow his impressive, jet-black dog cock. A smile caresses his lips and the blood rushes to his loins. Chris' manhood begins to swell. In his mind, she gags on his big dick before pulling back and using her considerable mammaries to pleasure him. His pants grow tighter, but by the time he realizes what's happening, it's already too late. He attempts to divert his carnal thoughts, but his manhood has already begun the process of awakening.

His penis swells with each beat of his heart, growing longer, fatter and firmer. It inches closer and closer toward the cow Voeldahn's pussy, which it now hopes to conquer. The fact that they're both wearing clothes and have an audience makes no difference to his masculine organ; he'd take her right now if he could.

“Is this little guy the nephew you've been talking about?!"

“Yes, that's Chris, but he's not little." Peggy begins.

“... Oh."

“He's eighteen, and a senior."

“..."

Clarissa's face flushes visibly, though only faintly through her white and brown splotched fur. To Chris' dismay, his endowment presses hard into her groin as she maintains their embrace. Chris begins to panic. Is she embarrassed because she mistook him for a much younger child or because she feels his rock-hard dick pressing firmly into her crotch? Perhaps it's both? It throbs between them, and her flushing grows worse. Clarissa pulls back and looks down at Chris, whose bushy tail continues to wag behind him. His vibrant, amber eyes soften with his own embarrassment as he looks up at her, his bottom jaw still buried between her big, milky tits. His black nose blows steamy air into her cleavage, warming her silky fur. Suddenly, a sinister smile slowly spreads across the woman's face.

“Ooohhh... So, you're an adult, huh?" She coos.

“Hey, hey!" Peggy slowly pushes herself out of her chair. “Don't get any ideas, sister!"

“Hm?! I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just clarifying." Clarissa coolly replies.

“No, you weren't! I see that look! Don't seduce my nephew!"

“That's not what I was doing! I swear, I was just commenting!" Clarissa replies as she pulls away from Chris.

She steps aside, swiftly blocking Peggy's view of Chris' stiff cock printing through his pants, sparing him the added embarrassment.

“I just thought that since he's an adult, maybe he can do some grown-up work."

“Yeah, I bet you did." Peggy smirks, shifting her eyes toward Clarissa's groin.

“I didn't mean it like that! Honest!" Clarissa smiles innocently, using her hands to cover her clothed vagina.

“Uh-huh..."

“I swear!" Clarissa giggles. “I could use a man's help around my farm, especially with your cattle breaking my fence every other day... I could've come over just to complain about that, you know."

“Riiight... Well, say goodbye, Clarissa. Chris still has to be given the guided tour."

“Oh, alright... It was nice to meet you, Chris." She coos, glancing over her shoulder at him.

“Y-yeah... Likewise."

He nervously scratches his head, unable to ignore the way that Clarissa stares at his groin. From where she stands, she can see his bulge as perfectly as if he wasn't wearing any pants or underwear. Footfalls approach, and Chris steps aside, using an end table and lamp to hide his throbbing manhood from Mark's view.

“I see you've met our only neighbor!" He chirps.

“Uh-huh." Chris murmurs and nods his head.

“I'm not your only neighbor, just the closest one." Clarissa remarks.

“Same difference." Mark retorts.

“That's quite the young man you have there. A new farmhand?" Clarissa asks.

“Yes, and maybe. We'll see if he's cut out for the farm life. Come on, Hoss. Let's show you around." Mark waves a hand, motioning to Chris.

The teenager silently gulps and moves aside. Thankfully, the distraction has made his erection soft enough that it no longer prints through his pants. Joining Mark, his uncle leads him back to the foyer and up the large staircase.

“Don't mind, Clary. She and Peggy have been friends since before my wife and I even met, but she's recently divorced and hasn't quite been the same since."

“It's alright." Chris replies.

After an uneventful, even boring tour, Chris is shown to a large but plain bedroom. Mark makes it clear that this is just a conventional guest bedroom, one of several in the manor, and that should he prove useful to him, Chris would be allowed to spruce it up as he saw fit, within reason. Leaving the youth alone in his room, Chris begins to unpack. He glances toward the window, seeing the evening sun as it creeps so slowly toward the horizon. Digging through his pack, Chris is surprised by something that doesn't feel like clothes. He's elated to find his Switch. So great is his excitement that he literally exclaims at the mere sight of it. An attached note reads, “Don't say I never did anything for you. - Lara"

“Do you like your room that much?" The pregnant Peggy suddenly barges in, holding a bundle of towels in her dainty arms.

Chris turns back, the gaming system in-hand. She pauses, looking down at the device, before shooting him a strange look of disappointment.

“Uh-oh. You can't have that here. It's against the rules."

“Oh, come on! It's just this one thing!"

“Are you trying to get sent home already?!" She retorts.

“Yes."

“I'm serious. This is for your own good, Chris... Hand it over."

“Ugh!" He grumbles.

Passing her the Switch, Peggy places the towels into his arms.

“Dinner will be ready soon, and then you'd better get some sleep. Mark gets up early as hell."

“... How early?"

“Just get some sleep after dinner." She replies.

“Oh, boy..." He feigns excitement.

His aunt Peggy was not lying. No sooner than they finished their meal, Mark suggested Chris try out his bed. After making a quip about Jill being required, Mark chuckled and sent Chris on his way. Once upstairs, Chris laid down, and to his surprise, he found it much easier to sleep without all of his electronics running. Unfortunately, Jill didn't text him. Worse yet, Chris found that he was locked out of Mark's wi-fi, and with only his mobile data plan, he must use everything sparingly. The next day, he was awoken by Mark at the crack of dawn. His phone alarm, which was set for eight in the morning, hadn't even come close to going off.

To Chris' horror, the youth was swiftly put to work on the farm. Mark's frustration is evident as he schools Chris on even the most basic of tasks, such as collecting eggs from the chicken coop, behind the manor. Hours tick by with startling speed, and before Chris realizes it, it's lunchtime. After a short break, Mark has him back to work. It seems to go on without end. After dinner, Chris feels the strain merely climbing the stairs to his room. His muscles ache. He doesn't even have the energy to shower in the attached bathroom. Lying down to sleep after the hardest day of work in his life, Chris feels his phone vibrating. Checking the screen, he finds a text from Jill. He sits up and swipes his phone.

“Sorry stud but i just couldn't wait" The text reads.

It contains a single picture. Jill's tight, pink, human pussy stretches to envelope the penis of a canine Voeldahn. Long, girthy and as black as Chris' manhood, the veiny organ reams her womanhood as if it owned it. His heart beats faster as he sits up in bed. They may not be a couple, but did she really just screw some other guy?! Another text appears.

“He's not as good as u tho" She adds.

A second picture reveals far more. The bulbous knot of her new lover presses firmly into her nether lips, which ooze her lubricating juices. Jill is so wet as she rides the hung cock. Only seconds later, he receives a third text, along with another picture, which makes him chuckle.

“Got u!" The text exclaims.

The letters sit just beneath an image of Jill using a canine Voeldahn dildo. She straddles it as if it were a man that she was riding reverse cowgirl. Her legs are spread wide and bent at the knees as she seems to bounce on the synthetic cock, atop her own bed.

“I bought a fake Chris to hold me over"

“U damn tease!" Chris replies.

He's only able to muster the strength to take a single photo of his flaccid manhood.

“Don't forget that u have this! U know how much u luv it so don't cheat on a dick this good." He adds.

“It's only cheating if I was ur girl" She replies.

Though he expected it, it still stings to read. Jill is always so quick to shut down his romantic advances; she has no problem spreading her legs and taking his big cock into her little pussy, but it always bothers him how she consistently avoids commitment. After a pause, another text comes in. Jill finally came on her fake Chris, smearing it with the white froth that he's so accustomed to feeling on his manhood. Though he'd enjoyed her only the day before, he already pines for another chance to fuck her.

A final text comes through. Jill promises not to wax, shave or even trim her pubic hairs until he comes back, in protest to losing access to his manhood. After texting her a joke about the seventies, which Jill seems to either ignore or not find amusing, they text each other goodnight. Hopefully, he won't be away from her for long...