Breeding Grace

Grabbing her car keys and purse, Grace hurried towards the front door, only stopping for a moment as she spotted the framed picture of the young goat from the corner of her eye. The woman turned to the picture of Rose, grabbing it with a longing sigh as she gently held it, staring at the shot of the bored looking girl with a streak of green in her hair, her arms folded. The picture was the last one that Grace had of her daughter before Rose had gone missing, a school picture taken only days before the cub had disappeared without any warning. With a look of determination, the woman set the photo down and stepped outside, walking to her car and tossing her purse onto the passenger side seat, pulling out of the driveway with a look of simultaneous anger and nervousness. Just yesterday, the police officially closed down any active investigation into her daughter's disappearance, a month and a half after Rose went missing. The police spent some time poking around, but Grace could tell they didn't bother being very thorough, as they already had their own suspicions of what happened, and none of them seemed willing to entertain the idea that it might not be correct. The little goat had always been a slightly troubled girl, getting up to all sorts of mischief at school, blowing off classes and homework, even going over to hang out with her friends overnight without bothering to tell her mother at times. Because of this, the police were certain that she'd run away from home, entirely of her own accord, and thus didn't bother looking for the cub very hard. Grace however was absolutely sure that her daughter hadn't just run away: the little goat did disappear for a few hours or maybe even days at times, but Rose always came back, always. The woman wasn't willing to give up on her kid, taking matters into her own hands after the police gave up, and her first destination was the farm that Rose had gone to on a school trip. That place was the last time that anyone had seen the girl, and though the owner of the farm said that Rose had left shortly after the rest of the cubs, Grace was certain that it had something to do with her daughter's disappearance. 

Driving into the countryside, following the route she'd driven down several times before while looking for her daughter, Grace eventually found herself just down the road from the large farm, pulling her car off to the side of the road behind a thick patch of trees. She didn't want anyone on the farm to know that she was there, suspicious that they might have a hand in Rose “running away” from her. With her car hidden, the goat snuck through the forest and up to the outskirts of the farm, sighing quietly as she was met with a fence blocking her path, muttering under her breath, 
“Of course…”
Thankful that she'd worn a pair of pants that allowed some acrobatics, Grace climbed over the fence with some effort, hopping off of it and dusting herself off as she looked around, hunched down slightly to hopefully stay out of view. The woman could see several buildings scattered around the grounds, with the farmhouse in the middle and a few different barns and other storage sheds dotted all about. Unsure of where to begin her investigations, Grace decided to just sneak in closer and stay out of sight of the farmhouse windows, still nervous that the owner of the place might not take kindly to her snooping around. Sneaking past a fenced in herd of goats on her way closer to the cluster of buildings, Grace turned her nose up at the strong scent wafting all around, not very used to the smells of the countryside, especially not the feral and manly musk of horny goats. She turned to watch as a group of males gathered up right next to her, bleating and slamming their hooves against the dirt while rubbing up against the fence, a disgusted expression on her face as she spotted the rather obvious erections the group had swinging around underneath their bellies,
“I haven't ever seen animals getting this frisky from someone just walking up to them. What the hell are these farmers doing to you!?”
Wanting to get away from the horny herd of feral goats, Grace hurried past the fenced in field, just about to decide which building she should investigate first when she spotted something on the ground. Right next to her foot, the goat saw splatters of white, leaning in for a closer look and raising her eyebrow as she carefully swiped up a glob of the sticky stuff with her fingers, rubbing it as she groaned, 
“Is this… cum?”
Splatters and puddles of the fresh seed led from the goat pen over to a nearby barn, almost as if something had been leaking cum while being hauled inside, the woman frowning as she wiped her fingers clean on her rump, standing up and following the trail of cum, a horrible feeling creeping up her spine with every step. 

Sneaking over to the barn, the smell of ferals was even stronger there, though with a hefty note of the lusty musk Grace had smelled earlier, already reeking like the building had been used for rutting females in heat for the last few months straight, and she hadn't even stepped foot inside yet. Hurrying over to a small door at the side of the barn, the goat was relieved to find it unlocked, quietly opening it as she held her breath, too nervous to risk making a single sound as the creak of the door made her hair stand on end. Grace peered through the door and into the shaded barn, groaning as the scent of breeding ferals hit her nose harder than ever, thankful that she was slightly starting to get used to it already as she looked around. From the doorway, the woman could see that the barn had smaller stalls along the two sides of the room to house maybe horses or cows, though she didn't see any animals inside at the moment, nor any signs of anyone else being there either. Slightly more confident that she wouldn't be caught poking about, Grace stepped into the barn, closing the door behind her as she peeked around, still following the trail of cum on the floor, drips of the load soaking into the straw-covered floor. The trail led the goat to one of the stalls in the very corner of the barn, her shoes clacking against the floor as she inched closer, finally able to peek inside with a horrified look on her face. In the stall, Rose was waiting, fully naked with a rope tied around her neck and the lead wrapped around a fence post, like she was one of the barnyard animals. The girl's grey fur was stained with splatters of cum, bits of straw and hay clinging to her fluffy coat from crawling around on all fours, a livestock tag clipped to one of her ears. What horrified the girl's mother the most however was Rose’s plump belly, obviously rather heavily pregnant, knocked up by the feral billies shortly after she'd been nabbed up by the farmers running the place. Hearing someone coming in, the cub had already prepared herself for yet another session of being rutted by the two men, or the feral bucks, or both, on her hands and her knees with her ass pointed towards the entrance of the stall, her short little tail flipped up to reveal her puffy pucker and her plump set of pussy lips. The girl's mound was still drooling cum from being tossed into the goat pen earlier that morning, feral cum dripping down her inner thighs as she huffed softly, holding her belly as she hoped that whoever was coming in would get off quickly and let her continue the nap she'd been woken up from. 

Horrified by the sight of her daughter tied up and used like some sort of breeding mare, Grace rushed over to the kid, hugging the surprised Rose as she immediately tried to undo the rope leash around the cub's neck, 
“Rose! Oh sweetie, just hold on, I'll get you out of here!”
“M… mom? What are you… how did you… why…?”
“Shh, we have to be quiet, honey. We'll get out, then we're calling the police and getting these freaks locked up!”
In a panic, shaken up by the sudden rescue attempt and guided by the stern rules her captors had taught her, Rose pushed her mother away as soon as the woman had managed to untie her lead, curling up in the corner of the stall while shouting, 
“N… no, get away! Help!”
Grace heard rapid footsteps approaching the barn, quickly grabbing her daughter's hand and yanking the girl with her, barely even making it out of the stall before the barn doors slid open, both the farm owner and the farm hand standing in the doorway with big grins on their faces. Monty stepped forwards, the border collie's eyes narrowing as she stared down the woman, chuckling as he watched Rose huddling behind the older goat, 
“Well, would you look at this? I knew you'd poke your nose where it didn't belong the first time I saw you.”
Austin nodded, already loosening up his belt while licking his lips, the teenage goat proudly letting both the mother and the daughter see his erection poking through his pants, 
“Looks like we've got a new doe to break in~”
The farmer nodded, smirking as he flicked the straps on his overalls, 
“Think you'd better go get Ludvig, bet he'll be excited to be introduced to the newest member of his flock~”

Grace watched as the farm hand casually sauntered out of the barn, slamming the door closed as Monty stepped closer to the quaking pair of ladies, the dog's sharp teeth peeking out of his muzzle as he reached down to zip his overalls open, pulling out his cock, 
“We were getting a li'l bored with your little girl, and I do have to admit that I was staring at your ass the entire time you were running around here with the cops a few months ago. So it was very thoughtful of you to bring yourself here, guess you were getting bored of that city slicker life, wanted to get bred like the bitch you are~”
With a hand covering her mouth, gasping in horror, Grace watched the man's cock stiffening in his hand in just a few quick pumps, his knot swelling up and his tip starting to drool a thin, steady line of precum as he inched closer to the two goats. The woman found her legs unwilling to obey even as she whimpered and tried to run away, frozen in fear as the canine approached, letting out a startled bleat as he grabbed her by the throat, shoving her against the back wall of the barn. With a predatory leer, Monty grabbed the writhing and groaning woman's top, ripping it right off of her as she squealed, trying to push and punch the stout man with very little effect, starting to feel tears in her eyes as he snapped her bra right off of her chest, exposing her tits. With a laugh, the border collie grabbed a handful of the goat's chest, giving her pair a squeeze as she looked away from him in both disgust and shame, squeezing her legs together with a whimper as his fingers massaged her tits. Standing right next to the pair, Rose waited obediently while her mother was being groped by the farmer, meekly staring at the ground with a few tears running down her cheeks, clutching her hands as she saw the older goat writhing around from the corner of her vision, making no attempt to run away or stop the assault, her leash still dangling from her neck as she sniffled. Grabbing the little girl's chin and turning Rose's head up to make sure the little kid could see the entire show, Monty grinned and focused back on the woman he had pinned against the wall, sliding a few fingers down the band of her pants as she grimaced, 
“Let's give your darling daughter a real show~”
With a playful growl, the man yanked Grace's pants right down to her ankles before snatching her panties, ripping them off of her as she screamed, flinching as the shreds of her underwear fluttered to the ground. With the woman fully in the nude, just the way Monty liked his special “livestock”, the dog pushed a hand between her legs to spread them apart, ignoring her weakening whimpers as he rubbed his fingers against her slit, giving her clit a few flicks as she gasped, 
“Nice, very nice… I can see where your kid gets it from~”

Wriggling around, her feet just barely touching the ground as the owner’s hand gently tightened around her neck, blushing heavily as her chest puffed up from the fondling, Grace was just about to break into tears when the barn door slid open once more. The farm hand stepped inside with one of the feral goats in tow, a mean, pitch black buck snorting and stomping his hooves as he was dragged in by a lead. Austin smirked at the dog already getting started, yanking the billy goat inside before slamming the door shut, giving the angrily bleating buck a pat on the back and immediately having to dodge the male's horns, 
“Ludvig here already had a turn with your daughter, as you probably noticed, but thankfully he can go all day long. In fact, he was already mounting some little doe out in the field when I went to grab him, so he should be nice and worked up for ya~”
Grace stared in horror as she saw the feral's cock poking out from between his back legs, dangling down nearly to the floor, pink and glistening with the juices of the female goat he'd been rutting before being pulled off before he could finish. Monty tossed the naked woman onto the ground as the farm hand simultaneously let go of Ludvig’s lead, letting the horny goat immediately pounced her as she gave a scared yelp, bowled onto her back by a light headbutt from the needy male. The goat's nose took him to the woman's crotch, giving her damp slit a few licks and soaking her lips in his saliva as she moaned before immediately clamping a hand in front of her mouth, humiliated by the thought of being molested by an animal, and in front of her daughter as well. Pulling out his dick and giving it a few strokes as he sat down to watch, Austin grinned, 
“You'd better give the buck what he wants, or he'll just take it, and I can guarantee you that he won't be gentle with it~”
With an embarrassed frown, Grace crawled underneath Ludvig’s belly while he was still sniffing at her loins, whimpering as she reached up with two shaky hands to grab onto his member, groaning as her fingers wrapped around the wet and slippery shaft. The billy immediately began to buck against her hands, spraying her belly and chest with precum as he stomped his hooves again, seemingly not satisfied with just a handjob. 

Glancing over to her side, first at the two men leering down at her while jerking off and then at her blushing daughter, Grace took a deep breath and braced herself, opening her maw and sliding the tip of the feral cock inside, much to the amusement of the men. Ludvig bleated and thrust deeper into the mother's maw, her nose filled with the feral scent of lust as she got a taste of billy cock as well as doe pussy, polishing the male's girth and licking clean the juices still clinging to his manhood from the female he'd been breeding just minutes earlier. Trying not to think about what was happening, Grace focused on just getting the beast off, using her tongue while letting him buck into her muzzle, gurgling his precum while he lapped at her cunt, praying that her daughter would somehow forget all about the utterly demeaning act. Just as the woman was staring to adjust to the rough treatment, gasping for air in the split seconds when Ludvig would pull back from her mouth, she was faced with yet another hurdle, feeling the rod throb deep down her throat and spotting how the feral's sack pulled up taut just moments before her entire gullet was suddenly filled with cum. Though he'd already shot out several loads that day, most of them into the daughter of the woman currently clinging to his cock, the billy still had plenty left in him, something that Grace found out the hard way. Gagging as feral seed gushed out of her mouth and nose, spraying down her chin and chest, soaking into her previously clean and perfumed fur, the mother tried desperately to get out from under the male and pull her maw off of his twitching girth, but Ludvig had no intentions of letting her leave the job half finished. Ramming down her throat and pinning the woman against the floor, making sure she had to swallow down every last drop of his seed, the buck grunted while pumping the squirming and sobbing lady full of his load. 

Amused by the amateurish show that the woman was giving them, laughing as Grace nearly choked on the big load being spewed down her throat while desperately trying to push the feral goat away, Monty grabbed the feral's lead and tugged Ludvig away after making sure the billy was fully finished with her,
“Well, I guess we know your mommy doesn't secretly suck doggy dick behind closed doors, or really any dick based on how ‘well’ she handled ol’ Ludvig here. Your dad doesn't have a thick one I'm assuming, either that or he's not a fan of blowjobs.”
Laughing alongside the farm owner, Austin eyed up the woman as Ludvig was pulled away from her, his dick twitching in his hand as he stared at her entire face drenched in cum, still leaking from her mouth as she gasped for air and tried to wipe her lips clean, 
“You know… since we got to enjoy a nice little show from her, I think it's only right that we give her one as well~”
Monty grinned, tying the feral goat off, 
“Oh yeah? Had something in mind~?”
The farm hand turned to the quiet girl standing off to the side, nodding with a smirk, 
“I've got a few ideas, yeah…”
Barely having even caught her breath yet, Grace immediately yelled out as she saw the man stepping towards her daughter, reaching out for her while scrambling to get back up to her feet, 
“No, stop, don't!”
Monty quickly shoved the woman back down to the floor, pinning her on her belly and grabbing her hair as she cried, forcing her to watch as the younger man snatched up her kid. Rose gave a whimper as the goat bent her over a bale of hay, her face turned towards her mom as Austin slapped his cock down against her back, licking his lips while grinding his shaft between her ass cheeks for a moment, shoving a finger into her already creampied slit as she bit her lip,
“Your daughter's a really good lay, so tight and soft, and she always makes these really cute noises~”
Closing her eyes as she felt the goat's girth pressing against her lips, grabbing handfuls of hay and bracing herself, Rose let out a tiny bleat as he bucked inside of her, the man's grunts sending a shiver up her spine, gritting her teeth as his thick pole sunk balls deep into her cunt. Ludvig’s cum splashed against Austin’s crotch as his thrust forced the old load to squirt out of the snug hole, letting out a moan loud enough for the girl's crying mom to hear him as he spread her ass cheeks, angling the cub to make sure Grace could see his cock slamming in and out of the slit, wanting the woman to watch how her lips clung onto his shaft, 
“Fuck, she's squeezing me so hard! She wants me so bad, she'll probably cum before I do, the little slut~!”
Breaking down from being forced to watch her pregnant daughter being bent over a bale of hay, whimpering and sobbing as Monty made sure her head was pointed right at the squirming little goat, Grace felt terrified to her core, sure that she'd suffer a very similar fate as the cub. 

Pounding the little girl hard, yanking on Rose's hair and tail while shoving his cock as deep down into the plump-bellied doe’s cunt as he could, Austin groaned as he quickly drew closer and closer to climax, his legs quivering slightly as his sack slapped against the cub's flank, wet from the several breeding sessions she'd already had to endure earlier on during that day. Shaking and clinging to the bale she was bent over, the young goat gasped at the feel of yet another load tossed deep inside of her, looking away from her mother as her face burned red, her knees pressing together as the teen mounting him moaned loudly. The farm hand kept on thrusting into the pregnant cub while emptying his sack into her, grunting as cum spilled down her thighs in generous globs, splattering onto the ground between her legs, staining her grey fur white. Letting out a thoroughly satisfied sigh as he pulled out, the man kept Rose's tail up while wiping his cock off on her ass cheeks, watching his seed trickling from her splayed open pussy, a few drops clinging to her coat and drooling all the way down to her big belly as he lifted her rear up for a better view. Wanting to really rub it in, Monty picked the girl's mom off the ground, holding her by the scruff of her neck as he walked her right behind the exhausted kid, shoving Grace onto her knees and shoving her face up close to Rose's rump, 
“Get a real nice look now~”
Unable to look away with the man holding her there, Grace groaned as she stared at a mix of Austin’s and the feral goat's cum leaking from her daughter's gaped pussy, the all-too familiar musky scent of male lust invading her nose as she watched the slit giving a few involuntary winks, expelling out a couple more squirts of cum. 

Stroking his cock with his free hand, Monty slowly inched the woman's snout closer and closer to the bent over goat's flank, smirking at the growing panic on her face as he cooed, 
“Get in there, nice and deep, clean her up like the good mommy you are~”
Bracing herself against her daughter's thighs, Grace's face was shoved right into the cub's backside, her muzzle forced against Rose's filled up pussy as both ladies let out nervous whimpers. The kid hissed softly as her mom's cold nose bumped up against her clit, her pussy lips rubbing up against the woman's snout as he wriggled around, looking over her shoulder with a grimace. tried to resist and keep her maw pursed shut as the farmer pressed her muzzle against her daughter's mound, though she quickly realised that she wouldn't be going anywhere unless she'd do as ordered, disgust in her gaze as she unwillingly parted her lips and pushed out her tongue, immediately met with the salty taste of cum. Rose bleated and clenched around her mom's tongue as it slipped past her pussy lips, clawing at the bale as the older goat ate her out, lapping at her creampied mound and licking at her folds as she desperately tried not to moan too loudly, trembling as her mother cleaned her up. Swallowing mouthfuls of the cum pumped inside of her knocked up kid, Grace could see flashes of the two men crowding around her, occasionally catching glimpses of their cocks hovering right next to her as she was being rammed against the girl's ass, her muffled protests falling to deaf ears as she tried to yell and groan while licking cum from Rose's slit, feeling the cub's walls twitching as she swabbed the kid's mound. 

Panting as he watched the mother eating out her dripping and whimpering daughter, pre leaking from his tip and onto her hair as he jerked off, Monty heard an annoyed bleat coming from behind him, accompanied by a hard stomp. Glancing back, the man saw Ludvig yanking against his leash, snorting and bucking with his dick swinging around, obviously fed up with being forced to just watch the two females rather than planting his seed into them. With a grin, the farmer stepped over and undid the lead tied to a pole, letting the feral goat free, watching with anticipation. Ludvig immediately sprinted over to Grace, tossing his front legs over her ass before she even had any idea what was going on, her eyes wide in terror as she felt the male's rock hard shaft prodding at her thighs, his horny bleating ringing in her ears as his tip managed to slip between her pussy lips. The mother's muffled screech made both men laugh as the billy slammed balls deep inside of her, the weight of the feral goat keeping her trapped with her snout buried under Rose's tail, every buck from the male shoving her face against the girl's rear even harder. Barely even able to breathe with her muzzle squeezed against the kid's dripping wet and creampied slit, Grace’s wails would've been ear piercing if her tongue wasn't deep inside of her daughter's cunt, forced to take the merciless animal's cock without any warning. Ludvig didn't hold anything back as he ploughed into the doe, snorting and huffing as he slammed his girth down to the very base with every rapid thrust he gave, only becoming even more aggressive as her slit clenched around his length in a vain attempt at keeping him out. Just as Grace thought that her humiliation couldn't grow any greater, she felt the goat's cock pulsing deep inside of her cunt, shivering as his load spewed out into her womb, virile feral seed trickling down her loins as the two men watching laughed, 
“Getting knocked up by an animal right on your first day here. Like mother, like daughter~”

Struggling to even hold herself up on her hands and knees with the hefty feral goat mounting her from behind, still thrusting into her even as she was being filled with cum, Grace's eyes rolled back as she felt her womb being filled up to the brim, making her feel like she was about to burst. Just as she thought that she couldn't take it any longer, on the verge of passing out as tears flowed down her cheeks, her ears filled with her daughter's moans and the feral panting of the buck mounting her, Ludvig had finally had his fill, pulling out of her slit with a wet pop as he hopped off of her. The woman immediately collapsed to the floor, coughing with her face smeared with cum she'd been licking from the little girl's pussy, her own mound gushing with the seed of an animal as she writhed around on the ground, trying to catch her breath. Rose was also gasping, still bent over the bale of hay as she slowly pushed herself back up to her feet, groaning as her sore lower half made it difficult for her to even stand up, her mom's drool soaked into the fur around her crotch. Clutching her heavy belly, the girl turned around to see both of the men descending down on her mother, not intending to give the woman even a moment to recuperate from the rough rutting that Ludvig had given. Watching with tears in her eyes, Rose sat down on the bale as Monty rolled Grace onto her back, getting on top of the sobbing goat, shoving a few fingers into her cunt and giving her a few thrusts as she shrieked, pulling out to smear the feral cum onto his own shaft before getting into position to mount her, 
“Better make sure you're properly knocked up~”
Grace squealed as the farmer slammed into her, Austin holding her upper half against the floor as the dog took her in missionary, bleating and screaming as the man fucked Ludvig’s seed even deeper inside of her, ensuring that she'd have the feral goat's kids. Fed up with the woman's screeching, and having gotten very pent up from watching her being broken in, the farm hand joined in on the fun as well, shoving his fingers into Grace's maw to pry her muzzle open before sinking his cock inside, still tasting of the girl he'd fucked earlier as he plunged balls deep down her throat, making her gag and shutting her up. Shaking nervously, whimpering softly as she sat perfectly still, Rose watched her mom getting used from both ends by the pair, mortified yet unable to take her eyes off of the action, knowing that the pair would use Grace just as she'd been used and abused. 

Grace woke up, another long night of restlessly tossing and turning on the uncomfortable bed of hay behind her, groaning as she slowly opened her eyes. With some effort, the woman pushed herself up, sitting with her back against the wall as she huffed and glanced down at her nude body, resting her hands on her belly. She swore that it had ballooned up even more overnight, getting nervous about just how many little goat kids Ludvig had pumped into her, gently caressing her belly as she looked around. Just in the next stall over, the woman's daughter was still asleep, both her and Rose tied up like wild animals, a frown on her face as she tried to adjust the uncomfortable loop of rope around her neck, giving her leash a light tug as she tried to find a good position to sit. A livestock tag hung from one of Grace's ears, marking her as the property of the farm, a life that she'd gotten acclimatised to over the month she'd been locked up there alongside her daughter. They were both used daily for pleasure, by both the feral males as well as the two men running the place, taken out of their stalls to have their every hole filled up, only to be tossed back into their stalls at the end of the day. Groaning as she felt Ludvig’s offspring kicking about inside of her belly, Grace laid back down on the straw, closing her eyes as she curled up, hoping to get a few additional minutes of sleep before she'd have to endure another day of being rutted and fucked, her fur coated with dried cum stains all over.