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June 2008\nSunday\n21:00 – 00:31\n__________________________________________________________________\n\nThe day was nearing its end. The hot summer had brought humid air from the seaside that clad across the city like a thick blanket, creating banks of mist over the banks of the [i]Wolfssee[/i] and clouded its shoreline, as if to pay an ominous tribute to the car driving across one of the gravel roads flanking the castle gardens in a straight-line down South. The olive Duesenberg SJ would have raised eyebrows and turned heads if driven on a road not confined the moated community of the castle, yet the crown jewel of the automobile collection rarely ever saw use outside of it, instead transporting the Wolf from the Southern entrance to the woodland outskirts on the castle island.\n\nThe car stopped where the gravel pathing did and a well-kept dirt road approached the gate of a large area next to the woods which held the castle’s Deer flock. The lights turned off and a flashlight was ignited before the driver’s side opened to let a pair of hooves slip into the dry ground. The Goat they belonged to closed the door with a firm hand before walking around and opening the back door on the passenger’s side, shining the flashlight at the tall, old Wolf sitting inside and lighting another cigarette.\n\n“We’re here, Mr. Sooniecher.”\n\nThe Wolf rose his head and squinted into the flashlight before releasing a waft of smoke as he snorted, slowly getting himself out of the car.\n\n“There is no need to for sarcasm, Goat.”\n\n“It is either this or voicing my distaste about you wanting to do this at 10 in the night.”\n\nHeros merely smiled at the smaller female and walked past her to stand next to the wooden gate, waiting for the Goat to pull the keys from her trench coat while clamping the flashlight under her armpit. “Remind me again why this could not wait until tomorrow?” The sound of her voice was accompanied by the heavy bolt sliding in the ancient lock before she pushed the gate open to let the Wolf step through without an answer. Rolling her eyes, she followed his steps, the two approaching a stable near a small outcropping of the woods.\n\nThe stable was an old but well-maintained building of solid wood, spanning a sizable area and providing ample space for the inhabitants which had remained quiet up until the Wolf had put his hand onto the handle and opened the door. The inside was humid but pleasantly cool, a concrete patch leading through the many pans the Deer inhabited at night. The scratching and stomping of hooves could be heard, quietly at first then growing louder and irater as the scent of a predator reached their noses; used to herbivores working the stable and their habitat but furthermore, they remembered the scent of Heros in particular.\n\nEyes wandering across the Deer as he passed by, watching as the younger ones perked their ears and treaded on the spot while the older generations outright jumped backwards, kicking hay and dirt up with their hooves; they remembered. They knew what he was here for.\n\n“Now, which one do you think I should choose?” the Wolf mused, leaning across the metal bars separating him and a pan full of fawns which were all looking up to him with sleepy eyes. Some had attempted to drop to the floor in a natural defense, a couple were standing on shaken legs and looking into the beam of Sable’s flashlight with a manner of curiosity.\n\n“They all look the same.”\n\nThe Goat’s response was as dry as the soil she had begun to pry from her right hoof, avoiding the Wolf’s eyes as he looked at her to instead focus on the pan of young Deer. Not letting his enthusiasm be stifled, he leaned further in and pointed at a Doe standing in the corner that bleated out loudly as if aware of being addressed. “What about this one? I see some udders peeking thee between the legs!”\n\nSable turned the flashlight to cast the spot on it and stepped next to the Wolf. “That’s not special.”\nThe statement was not without merit; all of the Fawns sported udders, averaging the sizes of small coconuts, drooping heavy from between their hindlegs. They were vascular and swollen, thick blue veins snaking their surfaces, their colour a bright pink, indicating enhanced blood flow. All the result of hormone injections the Wolf had begun to administer to the fawns two weeks prior. \n\n“Oh, control your octoic levels, Gote!” the Wolf rebutted, shaking his head before clapping his palms together and perking his ears upon the fawn bleating at them once more. “This one is practically asking for it!”\n\n“I don’t know what that means.”\n\nSable’s tone had grown even more dry as the Wolf ignored her words and opened the pen to step inside. The shifting and stomping of deer nearby was growing stronger, the Deer in the pens adjacent to the fawns were especially upset as Heros picked up his chosen fawn, lifting the small body effortlessly as it kicked its legs for a moment, before going limp and accepting to be carried back out. “Let us have some fun with this one!” \nHeros kicked the gate back shut only to carry the wriggling fawn further down into the stable, taking a left turn at the end through another door leading to a spacious storage room.\n\nLights flickered as the switch was turned, a row of bright neon bulbs illuminating the room and revealing wooden benches and tiled floors and walls; the backroom was a butchery, meant for the processing of Venison that was to occur in the months of early fall. Marble countertops that had grown a dull gray from being scrubbed many times formed the center of the room, large mobile racks made of stainless steel stood parked in the corner, their vicious meat hooks glinting in the light, none of which was noticed by the payload the Wolf carried under his arm. Heros set the fawn down in a small trench next to the parked racks, a shallow trench of just a little over half a meter deep that was used to drip-dry carcasses. Tonight, it would serve a far less savory purpose.\n\n“Oh, shut up.”\n\nSable’s voice was losing patience. The Goat opened the belt of her trench coat before she began to unbutton it, looking up at Heros as she slipped it off of her body. The Wolf was rolling a stainless-steel serving cart to the edge of the trench containing several items to aid in tonight’s game. His right hand was holding one of three legs on a small milking stool which he dropped down, startling the fawn which began to bleat loudly, upset at the sudden noise.\n\n“Oh, shut up.”\n\nThe Goat quickly folded the trench coat and dropped it on the marble counter tops before she dropped into the trench and put a hand on the fawn’s neck and the other against its shoulder to hold it in place while the Wolf was busy preparing a capsule syringe taken from the cart. The fawn’s annoyed bleats over being immobilized made her small nostrils flare, wanting nothing more than to kick it in its stupid little, ugly face. That worthless, dumb-\n\n“Hold her still now ~” Heros’s voice ripped her trail of though, prompting her to blow a strand of hair out of her face before looking at the Wolf who was slipping a cartridge into the metal casing, giving the plunger a short squeeze to expel the air in the hypodermic needle, then groped his hand into the taut udder of the young Doe and sunk the needle into the strained flesh, eliciting an angry bleat in response.\nWith the injection complete, the Wolf gave the udder a slap, causing the Fawn’s legs to tremble.\n\n“Heat helps speed up the process.” He explained to the scoffing Goat, his hands soon getting busy on the udder. His index finger and thumb began to squeeze the small teats, performing small twisting motions as his padded digits ran up and down the teats. The Fawn’s bleats grew heavier as its udder began to produce milk and slowly started to swell and thicken. Veins crept up underneath the pink skin, pulsing softly as the hormone injection was taking effect, the milk ducts filling further and further while the vascular system grew engorged, blood rushing in to feed the production of milk and tainting the udder in a deeper and deeper hue.\n\n“I… know that, yes.” Sable pressed out from between her teeth. She was fixated on the dumb creature she was made to restrain, the way it twitched in her grasp, how its eyes were flinched and the noises it bleated up in her face… she pressed down at its head to move it out of the way, her shoulders tense as she watched how Heros would once again deliver a slap onto the udder and for a moment she pictured it as her own breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen through the sports top she was wearing. Her eyes flinched and she could feel her knuckles pushing the surface of her skin, the sounds of the fawn cutting off into a choking.\n\n“Sable.” Heros’s voice carried a sudden harshness as he watched her choke the fawn out seemingly without noticing. Sable’s head snapped up and she released the pressure, leaving it to cough and bleat before shivering harshly as its udder swelled up once more in a slow, steady fashion. The sight was something to behold, the fleshy, reddish balloon bloated and gurgled, milk beginning to collect at the edges of the teats as the pressure increased until heavy, thick droplets of milk would begin to drip from the tips and hit the udder, making the fawn spasm out, it’s bleating becoming louder and more pained. \n\n“Such a sweet thing, would you look at it!” the Wolf mused, moving his hands to work to bottom set of teats in a similar fashion after giving the whole udder a firm squeeze, hefting it up and driving the fawn forward until its face poked into Sable’s midriff, the head jerking up to make her own, enormous bust bounce which elicited a spiteful [b]Tsk[/b].\n\nThe udder had begun to leak profusely now, the slightest attention by the Wolfs large fingers was enough to make the teats squirt milk in long, hot streams, aided by the warmth and skilled handling. The fawn’s bleats were loud and panicked, pleasured on one hand, confused by this emotion that was exaggerated and it was yet too young to understand to begin with. But the Wolf had no intentions of letting the young Doe off the hook any time soon. He was annoyed at the steady leakage but instead of merely tying off its teats, he had a much different thing planned for this one. The cart the equipment was parked on also contained a small, mobile milking contraption. Not too dissimilar from one found in dairy production this one was confined to a small metal cylinder about the size of a paint can. Quite heavy and unwieldy, the Wolf lifted it off of the bottom most shelve of the cart to put it on the floor next to them and unwind its power cord, the end of which he wordlessly presented to the Goat.\n\nSable, seemingly grateful of getting away from restraining to Fawn got up too quickly to hide her relieve, which elicited a knowing smile from the Wolf as his right hand pulled one of the hinds of the Fawn to keep it from moving away while the Goat found a free plug socket on the working bench behind them. As soon as the pump was supplied with power, the hose-squid on the feeding end jumped with a spike of a vacuum, the pump beginning to release a steady, chugging hum, the feeding hoses twitching with repetitive suction motions. The main hose split into four milking ducts, each of which the Wolf slipped across the fawns enormous, swollen udder.\n\n“Why are you milking it?”\nSable’s tone was a mix of disbelieve and outright jealousy as she watched the fawn’s legs buckle and shiver, its head lowering before releasing pleased, soft bleats. The outlet on the other end of the pump was gurgling as the small reservoir in the cylinder filled quickly, leaving the Wolf little time to fashion a wider hose onto the threaded end using a pair of zip ties.\n\n“Oh, quite your bickering!” The Wolf scoffed, yet looked up to smile widely at his assistant while he grasped the fawn’s neck at the base of the skull and pushed his thumb into the gullet to force its muzzle open. The hose was inserted and shoved deep into the short muzzle, stifling the hysteric bleating and turning it into a gurgle as the strong hands pushed it deep enough to show the outline at the base of its throat. “The fate I have planned for this one is anything but softness on my part… “ He continued with a wry grin. “And hand me the tape, let’s see just how much this little slut can really take ~”\n\nWith the hose affixed into the fawn’s muzzle, Heros would finally get up from the stool, groaning softly over his kneecaps creaking from the strain after having sat for so long. He and Sable watched as the fawn toppled about on its hooves, trying desperately to push a its front legs on the hose, yanking its head backwards to attempt and pull it out. Tears welled up in the corners of its eyes while the stomach was beginning to swell; its own udder feeding it milk, the formerly thin and anemic body bloating at the mid-section, making the contents slosh and the guts gurgle.\n\nSable stood motionless to watch, her face giving no clear indication about whether she was as excited for this outcome as the Wolf was, who watched with delight, his breath becoming a panting that grew heavier in unison with the fawn’s stomach. The pressure gauge on the pump jiggled, the needle bobbing along with the suction it performed, leaving Sable to glance between it and the Wolf.\n\n“So… I am to document the volume?” she asked, peering up at him, her left hand softly touching the Wolf’s thigh to roam up across it until her fingers cupped under the hefty bulge to feel the enormity of his endowment move inside, churning and folding under layers of expensive fabric. She caught Heros’s eyes and rose a brow at him, her stoic tone dropping in an instant and replacing itself with a deeply sultry and suggestive one. “Or want me to read it to you out loud while I take care of this?”\n\nHeros did not provide and answer and the Goat did not wait for one either. With the sound of the pump and the fawn’s frantic bleating, the Wolf closed his eyes, his flews pulling into a pleased snarl when he felt Sable pull his pants down. Three-fingered hands helped his endowment to roll out of the confines of his undergarments they had been folded into this morning, the heavy, churning balls dropping low, cupping the furred orbs and digging into the sides. His muzzle opened into a soft, almost silent gasp as the dull point of her hooved digits poked his enormous testes, sending a shiver through his spine and a sinking feeling in his gut. She was using her expertise on his body, pushing the limits of what could be perceived as pleasurable, handling his balls as firmly as she could to let him feel the edge.\n\nHeros’s panting grew deeper and more labored as he watched the fawns slow but delicious path to destruction. Its stomach had swollen enough to scrape the floor, the young hide straining to fit the milk-filled gut. A pasty white colour was visible behind the skin, veins trailing the surface as he could watch the spots on its back shift and move, only enhancing the image of its body being wholly unfit to cope with the sheer volume of its own udder. An udder that had continued so slowly swell on its own. Stimulated as he was, the milk-fattened red balloon was steadily coaxed to an output higher than the pump could siphon and by the time the fawn’s hooves began to scrape the floor for balance as its stomach was beginning to outright lift it off the floor, its fate was truly sealed. He wanted to watch, yet the rising pleasure from the Goat working his balls made him flinch.\n\nSable knew how to make the Wolf keep his eyes closed. She would not let him take another look at that stupid slut swelling her stupid stomach fat on the floor while she worked him! Her head pushed against his midriff; her muzzle collected saliva to lubricate her tongue to trail across the middle of the Wolfs ballsack. She drew in his scent, heavy and hot and with the distinct note of a predator that still made it hard to stifle a gasp… and impossible not to feel her legs clench with such harshness she had to reposition her legs to not slanter to one side. Her muzzle crossed the rom of his sheath and dug inside of it, using her nose to peel it open as to shove her snout partially in, the reminder of just how enormous the Lupine was made her eyes role up behind closed lids. \n\nNow she felt the wetness drip down her inner thighs.\n\nAs soon as the Goat felt the tip of the canine shaft push her snout, she opened wide and retracted her head, performing the amazing feat of deepthroating the Wolfs cock as it swelled erect and out of his shaft. The only portion to see the cool of the night was his knot. The bulbous, fat growth of red flesh pushed the Goat backwards who was slowly getting back on her feet to work with the unforgiving angle his baculum forced on her and as soon as the knot was fully erect and pressed against her nostrils, she let her left hand engulf a portion of it to give it a squeeze, the right one continuing to service his sack. His cock filled her throat and pushed past the point of feeling, only to emerge at the end point of her food pipe, creating the dysphoric sensation of being penetrated by two cocks working in perfect unison. Sable felt her tongue pressed flat against the bottom of her muzzle, adjusting her footing as she knew what would follow next.\n\nThe Wolf had begun to grunt and growl, his stance was becoming hunched as he bent over and grasped the horns of the Goat like handles just as he had done countless times before. The goat was quick to move with him, following with the precision of a dancer and allowing him to draw his hips back and push forward, rutting the Goat’s throat with hard, long thrusts. His stance allowed him to perfectly witness the fawn entering its final stages of being; popping.\nA stomach so bloated, so fat and full, it was nearly translucent! He could see the milk that had filled it to the brim, it was pushing out its sides, past its legs, rounding out in an unnatural shape that ignore the curve if the young deer’s backside and instead drew the skin upwards. He could watch its guts push out the side of the skin, fat, bulbous shapes of grotesque anatomy that tried to escape the thinning hide. The actions were moving quickly now, as he thrust on into the Goat, the fawn’s guts expanded with the speed of a garden hose and within seconds, the fat little pucker parted and milk shot out from the orifice, splattering on the concrete floor next to them.\n\nSable’s vision was a blurred mess as she felt a mist of milk spraying past her right thigh. She could not turn her head but it was clear to her that something had sprung a leak. Good riddance, as far as she was concerned. Turning her eyes to get an idea of what stage in the process the fawn was she realized it would not be long before it burst. If the milk had passed the gastric tract and it was still swelling fatter, it meant there was no hope it would survive. She re-doubled her efforts, aiming to coax the Wolf to a climax just as his stupid toy would break. Her hands worked his ballsack tirelessly, if only to prevent it swinging into her tits like a pair of wrecking balls, or even worse, her gullet, which would have set off her gag reflex something fierce. Squeezing and fondling, she enjoyed the feeling of the basketball-sized orbs growing heavier and heavier with Wolf seed, eager to be pumped out.\n\nThe climax was finally starting to begin. The Wolf could feel it in his lower spine, an intense feeling of muscles tensing and something at the base between his sheath and knot building up pressure. He could no longer look, the pleasure forced his eyes shut and his flews upwards, exposing his canines and letting his tongue roll free, drooping heavy strands of saliva that draped across the Goat’s back and hair, viscous enough to stubbornly refuse to seep into. \n\nThe fawn’s eyes were bulging from the pressure. Its udder had begun to round out, connective tissue that parted it into four distinct areas was being torn to allow it to round out as the pressure spiked and continued to rise. The stomach was starting to tear, milk was spilling into the belly, drowning the solarplexus and preventing the last means of vocalization. The stomach was all but translucent now, the shaking and kicking legs almost a whole foot off the floor, its body collapsing under the weight of itself…\n\nFinally, when the Wolf ached his back out and drew his hips back to make a final push, the fawn’s stomach was splitting along the middle and releasing the pressure inside. Milk was splashing like a grotesque water balloon, rushing out the sides along with a wave of entrails and bits of broken stomach. Sable moved back as the Wolf did, letting his dick slide out of her throat and muzzle, dropping the heavy, saliva-coated cock onto her shoulder. And as Heros rammed his hips forward for a final time, her hands reached up to grasp his knot, mercilessly squeezing it to give it one final coaxing.\n\nThe result was a near deafening howl escaping the Wolfs throat, his voice feral and rough and his dick twitching harshly as it shot the first of many ropes of cum across the stable. The rope comprised of several liters of thick Wolf spunk managed to fling itself across the edge of the trench, parts of it hitting the entrance door, despite being a whole 14 feet away, the waves of cum following it not managing to escape the tiled confinement but carrying greater volume that was pumped in short, quick bursts from the enormous endowment. Sable felt her cheek pressed against the knot, held in place by Heros grasping her horns still and letting her watch the enormous canine quite literally empty his sack, the furred orbs shrinking and contracting with each cumshot, the close proximity making it outright audible.\n\nThe ordeal lasted for a heated, seemingly endless two minutes after which she felt the weight of the 320-pound Lupine weigh down on her as he collapsed. Sable pushed against him, guiding the old man to at least land on all fours as she lacked the strength to let him sit up in her current position. Panting, huffing and growling, Heros remained on all fours for another three minutes, his clothing and palms stained by the tiled floor clad in a slippery mess of entrails and copious amounts of semen. He remained in said position until he could regain his composure and sit upright, letting his eyes glance across the messy scene while raising his right hand to watch it drip with sticky fluids. His back rested against the wall of the trench, he let his head sink back against the edge, feeling the set of curved tiles surrounding it.\n\n__________________________________________________________________\n__________________________________________________________________\n\n\nSable could feel her eyelids grow heavy as she sat perched over the secretary in her chambers. The room was dark, safe for the small Jugendstiel desk lamp illuminating her face and the open paper report in front of her. Her fur was still wet from the shower she had taken to scrub herself clean after the ordeal. Heavy rain was pouring against the window on the far end of her chamber as she sat and pondered the paper. \n\nTest Type.\n\nTest Result.\n\nWith a sigh of resignation, the Goat looked up at the clock. Three in the morning. Without another look, she closed the empty report and opened the heavy binder next to her to slip it inside on top of the dozens of others before scooching back her chair and snuffing out the lamp to head to sleep.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "29. June 2008
Sunday
21:00 – 00:31
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The day was nearing its end. The hot summer had brought humid air from the seaside that clad across the city like a thick blanket, creating banks of mist over the banks of the Wolfssee and clouded its shoreline, as if to pay an ominous tribute to the car driving across one of the gravel roads flanking the castle gardens in a straight-line down South. The olive Duesenberg SJ would have raised eyebrows and turned heads if driven on a road not confined the moated community of the castle, yet the crown jewel of the automobile collection rarely ever saw use outside of it, instead transporting the Wolf from the Southern entrance to the woodland outskirts on the castle island.

The car stopped where the gravel pathing did and a well-kept dirt road approached the gate of a large area next to the woods which held the castle’s Deer flock. The lights turned off and a flashlight was ignited before the driver’s side opened to let a pair of hooves slip into the dry ground. The Goat they belonged to closed the door with a firm hand before walking around and opening the back door on the passenger’s side, shining the flashlight at the tall, old Wolf sitting inside and lighting another cigarette.

“We’re here, Mr. Sooniecher.”

The Wolf rose his head and squinted into the flashlight before releasing a waft of smoke as he snorted, slowly getting himself out of the car.

“There is no need to for sarcasm, Goat.”

“It is either this or voicing my distaste about you wanting to do this at 10 in the night.”

Heros merely smiled at the smaller female and walked past her to stand next to the wooden gate, waiting for the Goat to pull the keys from her trench coat while clamping the flashlight under her armpit. “Remind me again why this could not wait until tomorrow?” The sound of her voice was accompanied by the heavy bolt sliding in the ancient lock before she pushed the gate open to let the Wolf step through without an answer. Rolling her eyes, she followed his steps, the two approaching a stable near a small outcropping of the woods.

The stable was an old but well-maintained building of solid wood, spanning a sizable area and providing ample space for the inhabitants which had remained quiet up until the Wolf had put his hand onto the handle and opened the door. The inside was humid but pleasantly cool, a concrete patch leading through the many pans the Deer inhabited at night. The scratching and stomping of hooves could be heard, quietly at first then growing louder and irater as the scent of a predator reached their noses; used to herbivores working the stable and their habitat but furthermore, they remembered the scent of Heros in particular.

Eyes wandering across the Deer as he passed by, watching as the younger ones perked their ears and treaded on the spot while the older generations outright jumped backwards, kicking hay and dirt up with their hooves; they remembered. They knew what he was here for.

“Now, which one do you think I should choose?” the Wolf mused, leaning across the metal bars separating him and a pan full of fawns which were all looking up to him with sleepy eyes. Some had attempted to drop to the floor in a natural defense, a couple were standing on shaken legs and looking into the beam of Sable’s flashlight with a manner of curiosity.

“They all look the same.”

The Goat’s response was as dry as the soil she had begun to pry from her right hoof, avoiding the Wolf’s eyes as he looked at her to instead focus on the pan of young Deer. Not letting his enthusiasm be stifled, he leaned further in and pointed at a Doe standing in the corner that bleated out loudly as if aware of being addressed. “What about this one? I see some udders peeking thee between the legs!”

Sable turned the flashlight to cast the spot on it and stepped next to the Wolf. “That’s not special.”
The statement was not without merit; all of the Fawns sported udders, averaging the sizes of small coconuts, drooping heavy from between their hindlegs. They were vascular and swollen, thick blue veins snaking their surfaces, their colour a bright pink, indicating enhanced blood flow. All the result of hormone injections the Wolf had begun to administer to the fawns two weeks prior.

“Oh, control your octoic levels, Gote!” the Wolf rebutted, shaking his head before clapping his palms together and perking his ears upon the fawn bleating at them once more. “This one is practically asking for it!”

“I don’t know what that means.”

Sable’s tone had grown even more dry as the Wolf ignored her words and opened the pen to step inside. The shifting and stomping of deer nearby was growing stronger, the Deer in the pens adjacent to the fawns were especially upset as Heros picked up his chosen fawn, lifting the small body effortlessly as it kicked its legs for a moment, before going limp and accepting to be carried back out. “Let us have some fun with this one!”
Heros kicked the gate back shut only to carry the wriggling fawn further down into the stable, taking a left turn at the end through another door leading to a spacious storage room.

Lights flickered as the switch was turned, a row of bright neon bulbs illuminating the room and revealing wooden benches and tiled floors and walls; the backroom was a butchery, meant for the processing of Venison that was to occur in the months of early fall. Marble countertops that had grown a dull gray from being scrubbed many times formed the center of the room, large mobile racks made of stainless steel stood parked in the corner, their vicious meat hooks glinting in the light, none of which was noticed by the payload the Wolf carried under his arm. Heros set the fawn down in a small trench next to the parked racks, a shallow trench of just a little over half a meter deep that was used to drip-dry carcasses. Tonight, it would serve a far less savory purpose.

“Oh, shut up.”

Sable’s voice was losing patience. The Goat opened the belt of her trench coat before she began to unbutton it, looking up at Heros as she slipped it off of her body. The Wolf was rolling a stainless-steel serving cart to the edge of the trench containing several items to aid in tonight’s game. His right hand was holding one of three legs on a small milking stool which he dropped down, startling the fawn which began to bleat loudly, upset at the sudden noise.

“Oh, shut up.”

The Goat quickly folded the trench coat and dropped it on the marble counter tops before she dropped into the trench and put a hand on the fawn’s neck and the other against its shoulder to hold it in place while the Wolf was busy preparing a capsule syringe taken from the cart. The fawn’s annoyed bleats over being immobilized made her small nostrils flare, wanting nothing more than to kick it in its stupid little, ugly face. That worthless, dumb-

“Hold her still now ~” Heros’s voice ripped her trail of though, prompting her to blow a strand of hair out of her face before looking at the Wolf who was slipping a cartridge into the metal casing, giving the plunger a short squeeze to expel the air in the hypodermic needle, then groped his hand into the taut udder of the young Doe and sunk the needle into the strained flesh, eliciting an angry bleat in response.
With the injection complete, the Wolf gave the udder a slap, causing the Fawn’s legs to tremble.

“Heat helps speed up the process.” He explained to the scoffing Goat, his hands soon getting busy on the udder. His index finger and thumb began to squeeze the small teats, performing small twisting motions as his padded digits ran up and down the teats. The Fawn’s bleats grew heavier as its udder began to produce milk and slowly started to swell and thicken. Veins crept up underneath the pink skin, pulsing softly as the hormone injection was taking effect, the milk ducts filling further and further while the vascular system grew engorged, blood rushing in to feed the production of milk and tainting the udder in a deeper and deeper hue.

“I… know that, yes.” Sable pressed out from between her teeth. She was fixated on the dumb creature she was made to restrain, the way it twitched in her grasp, how its eyes were flinched and the noises it bleated up in her face… she pressed down at its head to move it out of the way, her shoulders tense as she watched how Heros would once again deliver a slap onto the udder and for a moment she pictured it as her own breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen through the sports top she was wearing. Her eyes flinched and she could feel her knuckles pushing the surface of her skin, the sounds of the fawn cutting off into a choking.

“Sable.” Heros’s voice carried a sudden harshness as he watched her choke the fawn out seemingly without noticing. Sable’s head snapped up and she released the pressure, leaving it to cough and bleat before shivering harshly as its udder swelled up once more in a slow, steady fashion. The sight was something to behold, the fleshy, reddish balloon bloated and gurgled, milk beginning to collect at the edges of the teats as the pressure increased until heavy, thick droplets of milk would begin to drip from the tips and hit the udder, making the fawn spasm out, it’s bleating becoming louder and more pained.

“Such a sweet thing, would you look at it!” the Wolf mused, moving his hands to work to bottom set of teats in a similar fashion after giving the whole udder a firm squeeze, hefting it up and driving the fawn forward until its face poked into Sable’s midriff, the head jerking up to make her own, enormous bust bounce which elicited a spiteful Tsk.

The udder had begun to leak profusely now, the slightest attention by the Wolfs large fingers was enough to make the teats squirt milk in long, hot streams, aided by the warmth and skilled handling. The fawn’s bleats were loud and panicked, pleasured on one hand, confused by this emotion that was exaggerated and it was yet too young to understand to begin with. But the Wolf had no intentions of letting the young Doe off the hook any time soon. He was annoyed at the steady leakage but instead of merely tying off its teats, he had a much different thing planned for this one. The cart the equipment was parked on also contained a small, mobile milking contraption. Not too dissimilar from one found in dairy production this one was confined to a small metal cylinder about the size of a paint can. Quite heavy and unwieldy, the Wolf lifted it off of the bottom most shelve of the cart to put it on the floor next to them and unwind its power cord, the end of which he wordlessly presented to the Goat.

Sable, seemingly grateful of getting away from restraining to Fawn got up too quickly to hide her relieve, which elicited a knowing smile from the Wolf as his right hand pulled one of the hinds of the Fawn to keep it from moving away while the Goat found a free plug socket on the working bench behind them. As soon as the pump was supplied with power, the hose-squid on the feeding end jumped with a spike of a vacuum, the pump beginning to release a steady, chugging hum, the feeding hoses twitching with repetitive suction motions. The main hose split into four milking ducts, each of which the Wolf slipped across the fawns enormous, swollen udder.

“Why are you milking it?”
Sable’s tone was a mix of disbelieve and outright jealousy as she watched the fawn’s legs buckle and shiver, its head lowering before releasing pleased, soft bleats. The outlet on the other end of the pump was gurgling as the small reservoir in the cylinder filled quickly, leaving the Wolf little time to fashion a wider hose onto the threaded end using a pair of zip ties.

“Oh, quite your bickering!” The Wolf scoffed, yet looked up to smile widely at his assistant while he grasped the fawn’s neck at the base of the skull and pushed his thumb into the gullet to force its muzzle open. The hose was inserted and shoved deep into the short muzzle, stifling the hysteric bleating and turning it into a gurgle as the strong hands pushed it deep enough to show the outline at the base of its throat. “The fate I have planned for this one is anything but softness on my part… “ He continued with a wry grin. “And hand me the tape, let’s see just how much this little slut can really take ~”

With the hose affixed into the fawn’s muzzle, Heros would finally get up from the stool, groaning softly over his kneecaps creaking from the strain after having sat for so long. He and Sable watched as the fawn toppled about on its hooves, trying desperately to push a its front legs on the hose, yanking its head backwards to attempt and pull it out. Tears welled up in the corners of its eyes while the stomach was beginning to swell; its own udder feeding it milk, the formerly thin and anemic body bloating at the mid-section, making the contents slosh and the guts gurgle.

Sable stood motionless to watch, her face giving no clear indication about whether she was as excited for this outcome as the Wolf was, who watched with delight, his breath becoming a panting that grew heavier in unison with the fawn’s stomach. The pressure gauge on the pump jiggled, the needle bobbing along with the suction it performed, leaving Sable to glance between it and the Wolf.

“So… I am to document the volume?” she asked, peering up at him, her left hand softly touching the Wolf’s thigh to roam up across it until her fingers cupped under the hefty bulge to feel the enormity of his endowment move inside, churning and folding under layers of expensive fabric. She caught Heros’s eyes and rose a brow at him, her stoic tone dropping in an instant and replacing itself with a deeply sultry and suggestive one. “Or want me to read it to you out loud while I take care of this?”

Heros did not provide and answer and the Goat did not wait for one either. With the sound of the pump and the fawn’s frantic bleating, the Wolf closed his eyes, his flews pulling into a pleased snarl when he felt Sable pull his pants down. Three-fingered hands helped his endowment to roll out of the confines of his undergarments they had been folded into this morning, the heavy, churning balls dropping low, cupping the furred orbs and digging into the sides. His muzzle opened into a soft, almost silent gasp as the dull point of her hooved digits poked his enormous testes, sending a shiver through his spine and a sinking feeling in his gut. She was using her expertise on his body, pushing the limits of what could be perceived as pleasurable, handling his balls as firmly as she could to let him feel the edge.

Heros’s panting grew deeper and more labored as he watched the fawns slow but delicious path to destruction. Its stomach had swollen enough to scrape the floor, the young hide straining to fit the milk-filled gut. A pasty white colour was visible behind the skin, veins trailing the surface as he could watch the spots on its back shift and move, only enhancing the image of its body being wholly unfit to cope with the sheer volume of its own udder. An udder that had continued so slowly swell on its own. Stimulated as he was, the milk-fattened red balloon was steadily coaxed to an output higher than the pump could siphon and by the time the fawn’s hooves began to scrape the floor for balance as its stomach was beginning to outright lift it off the floor, its fate was truly sealed. He wanted to watch, yet the rising pleasure from the Goat working his balls made him flinch.

Sable knew how to make the Wolf keep his eyes closed. She would not let him take another look at that stupid slut swelling her stupid stomach fat on the floor while she worked him! Her head pushed against his midriff; her muzzle collected saliva to lubricate her tongue to trail across the middle of the Wolfs ballsack. She drew in his scent, heavy and hot and with the distinct note of a predator that still made it hard to stifle a gasp… and impossible not to feel her legs clench with such harshness she had to reposition her legs to not slanter to one side. Her muzzle crossed the rom of his sheath and dug inside of it, using her nose to peel it open as to shove her snout partially in, the reminder of just how enormous the Lupine was made her eyes role up behind closed lids.

Now she felt the wetness drip down her inner thighs.

As soon as the Goat felt the tip of the canine shaft push her snout, she opened wide and retracted her head, performing the amazing feat of deepthroating the Wolfs cock as it swelled erect and out of his shaft. The only portion to see the cool of the night was his knot. The bulbous, fat growth of red flesh pushed the Goat backwards who was slowly getting back on her feet to work with the unforgiving angle his baculum forced on her and as soon as the knot was fully erect and pressed against her nostrils, she let her left hand engulf a portion of it to give it a squeeze, the right one continuing to service his sack. His cock filled her throat and pushed past the point of feeling, only to emerge at the end point of her food pipe, creating the dysphoric sensation of being penetrated by two cocks working in perfect unison. Sable felt her tongue pressed flat against the bottom of her muzzle, adjusting her footing as she knew what would follow next.

The Wolf had begun to grunt and growl, his stance was becoming hunched as he bent over and grasped the horns of the Goat like handles just as he had done countless times before. The goat was quick to move with him, following with the precision of a dancer and allowing him to draw his hips back and push forward, rutting the Goat’s throat with hard, long thrusts. His stance allowed him to perfectly witness the fawn entering its final stages of being; popping.
A stomach so bloated, so fat and full, it was nearly translucent! He could see the milk that had filled it to the brim, it was pushing out its sides, past its legs, rounding out in an unnatural shape that ignore the curve if the young deer’s backside and instead drew the skin upwards. He could watch its guts push out the side of the skin, fat, bulbous shapes of grotesque anatomy that tried to escape the thinning hide. The actions were moving quickly now, as he thrust on into the Goat, the fawn’s guts expanded with the speed of a garden hose and within seconds, the fat little pucker parted and milk shot out from the orifice, splattering on the concrete floor next to them.

Sable’s vision was a blurred mess as she felt a mist of milk spraying past her right thigh. She could not turn her head but it was clear to her that something had sprung a leak. Good riddance, as far as she was concerned. Turning her eyes to get an idea of what stage in the process the fawn was she realized it would not be long before it burst. If the milk had passed the gastric tract and it was still swelling fatter, it meant there was no hope it would survive. She re-doubled her efforts, aiming to coax the Wolf to a climax just as his stupid toy would break. Her hands worked his ballsack tirelessly, if only to prevent it swinging into her tits like a pair of wrecking balls, or even worse, her gullet, which would have set off her gag reflex something fierce. Squeezing and fondling, she enjoyed the feeling of the basketball-sized orbs growing heavier and heavier with Wolf seed, eager to be pumped out.

The climax was finally starting to begin. The Wolf could feel it in his lower spine, an intense feeling of muscles tensing and something at the base between his sheath and knot building up pressure. He could no longer look, the pleasure forced his eyes shut and his flews upwards, exposing his canines and letting his tongue roll free, drooping heavy strands of saliva that draped across the Goat’s back and hair, viscous enough to stubbornly refuse to seep into.

The fawn’s eyes were bulging from the pressure. Its udder had begun to round out, connective tissue that parted it into four distinct areas was being torn to allow it to round out as the pressure spiked and continued to rise. The stomach was starting to tear, milk was spilling into the belly, drowning the solarplexus and preventing the last means of vocalization. The stomach was all but translucent now, the shaking and kicking legs almost a whole foot off the floor, its body collapsing under the weight of itself…

Finally, when the Wolf ached his back out and drew his hips back to make a final push, the fawn’s stomach was splitting along the middle and releasing the pressure inside. Milk was splashing like a grotesque water balloon, rushing out the sides along with a wave of entrails and bits of broken stomach. Sable moved back as the Wolf did, letting his dick slide out of her throat and muzzle, dropping the heavy, saliva-coated cock onto her shoulder. And as Heros rammed his hips forward for a final time, her hands reached up to grasp his knot, mercilessly squeezing it to give it one final coaxing.

The result was a near deafening howl escaping the Wolfs throat, his voice feral and rough and his dick twitching harshly as it shot the first of many ropes of cum across the stable. The rope comprised of several liters of thick Wolf spunk managed to fling itself across the edge of the trench, parts of it hitting the entrance door, despite being a whole 14 feet away, the waves of cum following it not managing to escape the tiled confinement but carrying greater volume that was pumped in short, quick bursts from the enormous endowment. Sable felt her cheek pressed against the knot, held in place by Heros grasping her horns still and letting her watch the enormous canine quite literally empty his sack, the furred orbs shrinking and contracting with each cumshot, the close proximity making it outright audible.

The ordeal lasted for a heated, seemingly endless two minutes after which she felt the weight of the 320-pound Lupine weigh down on her as he collapsed. Sable pushed against him, guiding the old man to at least land on all fours as she lacked the strength to let him sit up in her current position. Panting, huffing and growling, Heros remained on all fours for another three minutes, his clothing and palms stained by the tiled floor clad in a slippery mess of entrails and copious amounts of semen. He remained in said position until he could regain his composure and sit upright, letting his eyes glance across the messy scene while raising his right hand to watch it drip with sticky fluids. His back rested against the wall of the trench, he let his head sink back against the edge, feeling the set of curved tiles surrounding it.

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Sable could feel her eyelids grow heavy as she sat perched over the secretary in her chambers. The room was dark, safe for the small Jugendstiel desk lamp illuminating her face and the open paper report in front of her. Her fur was still wet from the shower she had taken to scrub herself clean after the ordeal. Heavy rain was pouring against the window on the far end of her chamber as she sat and pondered the paper.

Test Type.

Test Result.

With a sigh of resignation, the Goat looked up at the clock. Three in the morning. Without another look, she closed the empty report and opened the heavy binder next to her to slip it inside on top of the dozens of others before scooching back her chair and snuffing out the lamp to head to sleep.", "writing": "", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Test Log [File Number]", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "1", "type_name": "Picture/Pinup", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "1", "views": "1010" }