More Kids

Waking up in her usual spot, curled up on a comfy pile of straw in the corner of her little stall, Rose yawned as she slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times as the groggy little goat had to let her mind catch up to the present moment, to parse out what had just been her dreams and what was reality. With a strained huff, the girl rolled onto her back, laying a hand on her big belly as she pushed herself up to a sitting position, taking a few deep breaths as she felt the baby waking up as well, seemingly in a much more energetic mood than the soon-to-be young mother was. In the last few months, Rose's belly had really began to balloon up, swelling up to a size where the preteen goat had some difficulties just walking around without her mother or one of the men there to lend a shoulder for her to lean on. Of course, the men were much more likely to instead simply watch her crawling around on all fours rather than giving her a hand, finding that much more pleasing and fitting for her new role as just one of the animals on the farm. Glancing to her side, the cub saw her mother still fast asleep, a frayed bit of rope tied around Grace's neck to act as a leash, the other end tied to a stake in the floor. The owner of the farm still didn't really trust the woman moving about the place unattended, leaving Grace always wearing a leash when not being watched over by someone, in stark contrast to the wholly naked and unleashed Rose. Monty was confident that Grace wouldn't try to do anything too drastic however, since that would risk her captors taking it out on her pregnant daughter, so neither of the goats living in the barn needed any heavy security. 

Looking up at a small, stained mirror nailed into the wall of the barn, Rose eyed herself up for a moment as she caught her breath, caressing her bulging belly as she stared at her own reflection. The streak of green in her hair was almost gone, her natural black taking over as her hair had grown and been cut over the months of ownership under the farmer and the farmhand. Her grey coat was also a little fluffier than how she liked to wear it, at least how she liked to wear it back in her old life that is, before she'd been taken. Since her fur was getting sheared with the same exact gear that the men were using on the feral goats and sheep running about on the farm, the finish didn't quite give the same refined look as what the girl's dainty hair clippers and precise finishing scissors would give. Rose had learned to appreciate the more feral look she had nowadays however, with her thicker fur helping to keep her nice and comfy while sleeping in the nude on the floor of the barn. In fact, the kid had slowly but surely come around on a whole lot that her new life offered to her, coming to really appreciate the simplicity of it all, how she had no worries about schoolwork or drama with some random group of friends. All Rose had to worry about was letting her new owners dote and indulge her, just laying still while they brushed and groomed her fur, gave her baths and fed her well. Of course, she did still have some duties, though even those were something that the little goat had really come to appreciate over the months. She'd initially been rather hesitant about all the lewdness she was being put through, having to tend to not just the farm owner and the farmhand, but also many of the ferals. But over time, the cub's hesitancy had all but melted away, leaving her rather thrilled just at the thought of being offered more cock, whether it was Austin wanting her to nurse on his girth or one of the feral bucks wanting to mount her. Rose knew that her mother still wasn't quite as happy about their new life at the farm as she was, but she could see that Grace would happily stay there as long as it meant safety for her. The girl had even noticed that her mom occasionally showed some hints and signs that the woman wasn't as disgusted by what they were being put through as Grace wanted to pretend to be, smirking as she thought of just how enthusiastic her mother seemed whenever ordered to make out with her, didn't matter which pair of her lips the older doe was being told to kiss. 

Rose was quickly stirred from her groggy stupor as she heard the barn door creaking open, her mother likewise snapping awake at the faint sound of chatter coming from the distance, the voices of two men talking about chores and other menial things growing louder as footsteps clopped along the wooden floor. With a small smile on her face, the young goat slowly rose up to her feet with the help of Grace, leaning on the wall as her mother held her other hand, grunting softly as she cupped her big belly. Rose had no idea when exactly she was due, having lost track of how many days had gone by with her locked up inside of the barn, but just based on how rambunctious the little kid in her belly was being, kicking and squirming around, the girl knew it wouldn't take too much longer. Grace stood next to her daughter, holding the cub's arm and gently rubbing Rose's shoulder as she let out a tiny sigh, preparing herself to face her captors once more. The woman tried to stand with her legs pressed together and her little tail flipped down between his ass cheeks, her arms crossed to try to cover her chest, still trying to cover up her nude body from the eyes of her kidnappers, while her daughter had long abandoned any shame in being fully naked for the two men. The stall the pair of goats had come to call their home echoed with footsteps drawing closer, the door suddenly sliding open as Monty stepped inside, his farmhand standing right behind the older man, getting some gear ready while the border collie took off his work gloves. The canine stuffed his gloves into the back pocket of his overalls as he grinned at the sight of the two girls, giving Rose a pet on the head, 
“Hope you two slept well~”
Stepping aside after quickly untying the rope binding Grace's leash to the floor, the farm owner let the goats walk out of their stall and stretch their legs in the rest of the barn. Rose walked out, waddling as she held her belly, peeking over Austin’s shoulder with a curious look on her face, her tail giving a little wag. The girl had expected the farmhand to simply be prepping some shears or some other piece of machinery she was already used to, but much to her surprise she spotted the fellow goat fiddling with what looked like a tattoo machine, filling up a small container with thick, gooey, pitch black ink. Holding the tattoo machine and turning it on for a second, smirking at the low buzz it gave, Austin turned to the two captive ladies as he nodded towards the machine, 
“We use it to mark our animals. Y’know, stuff like which males are castrated or which females have given birth before, stuff like that. Think it's about time you two received some marks of your own, just to make sure no one's gonna mistake you for anything but the property of this farm~”
Rose blushed lightly as she stared at the tattoo machine, while the girl's mother held a hand over her open mouth, getting a chuckle from Monty. 

Grabbing a small shearing stool, Austin sat down and patted his lap with his tattoo machine in hand, beckoning for the younger goat to come over, 
“Alright, c’mere, let's start with you~”
With a shy smile, Rose stepped over to the farmhand, letting him turn and spin her around as the boy hummed, trying to decide where to place his mark. Getting the girl facing away from him, grabbing her tail and flipping it up to get a good look at the cub's plump ass and the little pink hint of her pussy lips just barely peeking out from between her thighs, Austin nodded and leaned in, having made his decision, 
“Tramp stamp it'll be~”
Rose took a deep breath as she heard the tattoo machine whirring to life, standing still with her hands clasped together as the teenage boy's breath tickled the fur on her rump, only getting more nervous as Austin chuckled, 
“Alright, get ready, and try to keep still. I've got a steady hand, but you don't really need a lot of artistic skills marking bulls or dogs as being neutered, so try to keep my job easy.”
Breathing hard, Rose let out a startled bleat as the tattoo needle pierced her hide, flinching at the light pinch as she whimpered, biting her lip and pushing through the pain, keeping her rear as still as possible so as not to shake the farmhand’s canvas. Stepping over to the little goat, Monty grinned as he unbuckled his overalls, stripping down just enough for him to be able to pull his knotted cock out, giving it a few pumps as he waved it in front of the shivering girl's face like a treat, laying his other hand on her head, 
“I'll give her some busy work to distract from that~”
The man shoved Rose's muzzle down into his crotch as he pried her maw open, a tiny squeak from her quickly getting muffled as the border collie’s canine cock sunk right down her throat, her eyes tearing up slightly as she grabbed onto the farm owner's hips for support. With an annoyed groan, Austin pulled his head out from under the cub's tail, looking up at his boss and rolling his eyes while the older man crammed more cock into the moaning goat's maw, fucking the girl's muzzle with a grin and a pant while the farmhand sighed, 
“Hey, keep her still, would you? I can't tattoo a straight line if you keep rocking her like that.”
Grace simply watched on with an anxious look on her face as her heavily pregnant and naked daughter was being face fucked while simultaneously getting a tramp stamp, crossing her legs as she blushed heavily. The woman was unable to take her eyes off of the sight as Rose's muffled moans and bleats mixed with Monty’s heavy grunts, drool running down the young goat's chin as the dog's red rocket ploughed into the kid's throat.

Carefully working on his piece as the canine fucked the girl's maw, making her gag and choke while the older goat kept his hand, and the cub's rump, steady with a mildly frustrated look on his face, Austin finally clicked his tattoo machine off, setting it aside as he sat up straight and wiped his brow, 
“And I'm done.”
Monty chuckled through his heavy panting, grabbing Rose's ears with both hands and yanking the girl down onto his cock as hard as he could, forcing his knot into the little doe’s mouth as he grunted. As the big bulge of the border collie’s girth twitched deep in Rose's throat, cum quickly began pouring out her nose and maw as she let out faint gurgling sounds, her legs quivering as she drank down the moaning man's seed as fast as she could, unable to keep up with the swift pace it was being pumped right down her gullet. Yanking his dick out of the young goat's maw, leaving Rose gasping and coughing as a mixture of his cum and the girl's own drool ran down her chest, Monty shoved the little pet backwards into his farmhand’s arms, 
“So am I~”
Panting, Rose barely even heard what the men were saying as she just tried to catch her breath after the intense muzzle fuck she'd endured, leaning against Austin as the older goat stood up and walked her over to a mirror on the wall, turning her rump towards it and lifting her tail out of the way, 
“How's it look~?”
Rose looked down at her ass through the mirror, still panting with cum staining her lips as she stared at the logo of the farm forever tattooed on her hide, marking her as nothing more than property. Monty grinned at the sight of the newly marked girl, giving the cub a slap on the rear as the goat let out a squeak, 
“That'll do nicely~”
With a smirk, Austin slipped another needle onto the tattoo machine, turning to the woman nervously standing off to the side, 
“Now, let's get you matching with the girl~”

Though quite a bit more reluctant than her daughter, Grace stepped over to the waiting and beckoning young man, feeling a pang of shame coming over her as she turned around to present her ass to the goat. Austin grabbed onto the woman's rump, giving her ass cheeks a good rub and a fondle before he remembered to focus back on the task at hand, flicking his tattoo gun on as he brought the needle to the nervously grimacing doe’s flank, getting a tiny bleat from her as he began to copy what he'd drawn previously. Listening to Grace's soft whimpers and groans as the farmhand worked behind her, Monty couldn't help but to think it would be better if the woman's mouth was occupied with something, to spare himself from having to listen to the uncomfortable squeaking. The border collie might've offered his own bone to put the goat's maw to work, but he was still cooling down from the same treatment he'd given the kid just moments earlier. Austin was likewise unable to help with gagging the woman, since the boy was busy focusing on the tattoo, which just left one person to help deal with Grace's whimpering. Watching his mother getting marked just like she was, Rose was suddenly grabbed from behind, shoved against her mom as Monty smirked and grabbed onto the equally startled Grace's snout, yanking the older goat's head down slightly before pressing both of their lips together, 
“Think this moment ought to be celebrated with a big, sloppy kiss~”
Knowing better than to disappoint, and feeling a slight thrill travel up her spine as she felt her daughter's lips on hers, Grace grabbed onto the little girl and began to audibly make out with the cub, slipping her tongue into Rose's muzzle as the pregnant doe blushed, seemingly take back for just a moment before leaning into the kiss as well. Stroking himself as he watched the pair making out, Monty nodded and grinned, 
“That's nice… how about you go down a little bit lower~?”
Breaking off the smooch, Rose's saliva wetting her lips, Grace slowly got down on all fours, keeping her ass sticking up to let the boy behind her keep working on her tattoo. The woman was barely even noticing the stinging of the process anymore however, more focused on her daughter's laboured breathing as she brought her snout between the girl's legs, gently stroking Rose's thigh as she nuzzled her face right up to the cub's dainty slit. Grace could smell her daughter's excitement, as well as a faint scent of Austin from the bedtime present the boy pumped inside of the cub last night, panting as she gingerly spread the moaning girl's pussy lips apart before getting stuck in, shoving her tongue inside. 

As Grace tongued his daughter's mound, the young goat's moans and squeals ringing around the barn as she ate out the dripping wet slit, she couldn't help but to get lost in the whirlwind of wondrous scents and sounds. Kissing the kid's clit before sliding her tongue deep inside of Rose's cunt, swirling it around while the cub leaned against her and trembled, Grace always lost any remaining sense of shame or hesitation whenever she was made to treat her daughter to a ride on her tongue, content to just feel guilty after it. Lapping away at the bleating girl's mound,  the woman laid a hand on Rose's bulging belly, feeling the baby inside kicking and squirming as the cub suddenly shoved her back. With a slightly odd look on her face, Rose stepped back from her mother's maw, clutching her crotch and crossing her legs as she let out a small whine, getting odd looks from Grace and the men, since the kid would usually do anything but stop someone from eating her out like this. With a heavy blush, Rose looked down at her belly, holding it as she gently sat down on the floor in a pile of straw, 
“I… I think the baby is coming…”
With a wide and deviant smile, Monty rubbed his hands, stepping over to the camera waiting in the corner of the barn, left there from the last session of filming smut that the men had done, 
“Wonderful, we'll finally get to see who won that bet about knocking her up~”
Just finishing up Grace's tattoo, Austin smirked and clicked his tattoo gun off, watching as the farm owner grabbed the camera, setting it up on a tripod in front of the girl quickly going into labour, aiming the lens down at the softly squirming Rose, 
“This sort of thing doesn't happen everyday, gotta capture these sorts of miracles for the family scrapbook~”

As the older man made sure to get the panting girl perfectly in frame, Austin watched as Rose's mother quickly sat down next to the cub, wrapping an arm around the little goat's shoulders and laying a hand on her belly. Getting a rather naughty idea, the farmhand quickly packed up his tattoo gear before heading off into the back of the barn, into a small equipment room, shouting out to the mother left on the floor over his shoulder, 
“Hold on for just a moment, I've got a great way for you to help out your darling girl in these trying times~!”
The man ran off into the other room, rummaging around for a few seconds before emerging back, wheeling a small and portable milking machine behind him. Immediately realising what the young man had in mind for her, Grace blushed, staring at the silver milking machine the entire time as he hauled it to the middle of the barn, setting it down right next to the mother and daughter pair, 
“Your grandkid is gonna be real hungry, so I think it's best if we made sure there's plenty of milk to go around, just in case~”
The machine consisted of one big metal jug with a pump attached to it, a set of four conical cups coming out of the jug on hoses, meant for latching on to the teats of dairy cows. Austin grabbed the set of four cups, all attached in one cluster, circling the padded rim of one as he smirked, eyeing up the increasingly sheepish woman sitting in front of him, 
“The ladies we use these on have a couple more teats than you, but it'll still work just fine~”
The boy pressed a button on the machine, a beep making Grace gulp as the pump whirred to life, feeling her face getting flushed as she watched the farmhand licking his fingers and running them along the rim of one of the cups before sticking them inside, feeling the suction as he nodded, 
“Oh yeah, this'll do~”
Austin squatted down next to the woman, giving her chest a quick fondle before he grabbed onto one of her tits, smirking at the squirming and whimpering Grace as he slowly brought one of the suction cups right up to her nipple, letting her feel the suction before he pressed it against her. Immediately, Grace gasped and leaned back, embracing her daughter as she moaned and crossed her legs, biting her lip and closing her eyes as the man attached the second cup to her other breast. The constant, pulsing suction immediately reminded the woman of how Rose had been nursing on her when the girl was still a baby, hugging her daughter as her toes curled and her ears folded down, praying no one saw how wet she was getting between her legs. With a grin, Austin reached down for the milking machine, slowly turning up the suction a few notches as Grace's moans intensified, hearing a trickle of milk spilling into the tank as he pet the woman, 
“Good girl~”

While her mother was being milked next to her, cuddling into the woman's armpit as she wriggled about with a whimper, Rose went into labour, her water breaking as the canine behind the camera zoomed between her spread open legs. Clutching his mom's arm while squealing and howling, the young goat did as her body told her, unbothered by the thought of who might've been watching her on the video sometime in the future, or the sounds of pervy moaning and heavy panting coming from the men around her as she grit her teeth and bleated. Peeking at the kid's pussy lips through the viewfinder of the camera, getting a good view of the little goat just as her pussy lips began to spread open, Monty gave a delighted moan as he reached down to play with his junk, already able to tell the recording would get plenty of use as he gripped his knotted shaft, stroking himself as he watched the cub's pink folds coming into view. Though she was having her own difficulties, shivering and gasping as the milking machine worked on her teats, Grace did her best to push through her intense experience and comfort her daughter as the young doe gave birth, hugging Rose and caressing the girl's head as more and more of her milk splashed into the collection tank. Grabbing one of the unused milking cups, left over since Grace only had a pair of nipples to milk instead of the usual four the machine was designed for, Austin spit into the cushioned metal tube before slipping it over his own cock, grunting hard as his shaft pushed inside, the pulsing suction sucking him in deeper as it began to milk him, a few drops of precum already draining into the tank to mix with the milk collected inside. Laying down in the straw all the way, bending her knees up as she held her belly, Rose screamed as she pushed in rhythm with her contractions for what felt like an eternity, sweating and writhing around as she felt her slit spreading further and further apart, hearing all sorts of moans and groans coming from around her, both male and female. Ignoring everything but what she was going through, the cub kept pushing, whimpering as she felt her baby finally coming down her canal after an exhausting amount of time spent trying to get the baby out. Screaming, the girl gave one final push, nearly passing out from the sensation of utter relief as she felt the baby slipping free of her pussy lips, staring up at the ceiling as she gasped, holding her breath until the cry of a little newborn filled the barn. 

Nearly as shaky as her daughter, Grace reached between the panting girl's legs to pick up a tiny little goat, her grandchild. The baby was a girl, a barely visible slit peeking out from under her light grey fur, quickly calming down and stopping her crying as soon as her grandmother picked her up from the floor. Still letting the milking machine suckle on his girth, Austin peeked down at the newborn in the woman's arms, shivering with a wide grin as just the sight of the baby was enough to push him over the edge, grunting as he exploded, his shots of seed quickly vacuumed up and deposited right in the tank already almost half filled with Grace's breast milk. The farmhand flicked the milking machine off, pulling himself out of it as he sighed, glancing over at Monty as he chuckled, 
“The kid doesn't look like a canine hybrid, and he certainly doesn't have Ludvig’s black fur, I'd say I won the bet~”
Relieved both at Rose managing to get through the birth without any issues, as well as at the milking machine finally being turned off, Grace gave her new grandchild a kiss on the forehead before handing the baby to her daughter. Rose took the little girl in her arms, giving an exhausted smile as the newborn snuggled against her chest, the ravenous kid immediately latching onto her nipple to start nursing, getting a tiny moan from her,
“Guess we need a name for the little cutie~”