Part One – Edward

Timmy had always been a pleasant and obliging little lamb, even before he was born. His mother, Dolly, was the local simpleton that Edward had initially seduced with candy. Since then, he had got her hooked on psychedelic mushrooms, which kept her in a near constant state of both horniness and obedience. He was fairly certain his efforts had a side effect of her getting raped by other members of their small town too, but he didn’t mind sharing at all. Even when she had been so heavily pregnant that she could barely walk, he had been fucking her almost every evening after he finished his farm duties.

Edward was a well-built bull with sleek, black fur and a cock that hung down nearly to his knees, even when flaccid. When hard, it was larger than most cubs were tall. Yet it was not overly thick, so he had managed to fit his impressive length inside some deliciously tight holes. Currently, he was exploring his obedient sheep’s cervix.

The sun was beginning to set, most of the ferals were tended and resting in their pens with plenty of hay and water. Edward had found Dolly on the side of the road, presumably walking between her house and town, and had simply pulled her along back to his own farm instead. Dolly’s eyes were unfocused and even slightly crossed, her tongue hanging limply from the side of her mouth. Her belly was massive with the unborn seed of Edward’s loins, constantly impeding her breathing just a little, especially when she was lying on her back, as now. 

He had instructed her to lie back on the hay bales and spread her legs for him, which she did without question. She was already wet, as it seemed she always was these days. He had slid in deep without even trying, but as she was clearly so close to giving birth, he really wanted to try penetrating that final, tight ring of her cervix.

“Ngh…that’s it. Open up just a little more for me, you little idiot,” he said, without malice. She could barely understand anthro speech to begin with. It didn’t matter what he called her.

“Mmmm…mmmaaaa…” she baaed weakly now and then, still no sign of light in her horizontal eyes.

“Ugh…fuck, that little ring of yours is so tight. It really doesn’t want to let me in,” Edward continued.

He grasped her huge belly as he carefully continued thrusting, threading the needle so to speak. He wondered if penetrating her cervix would kick her body into labor. Or maybe…maybe he could even assist her. His cock throbbed at the thought of helping to birth his own calf – or lamb perhaps? – with his cock.

“Nnngh,” he complained as the tight ring kept sliding away from his tip. His grip tightened over her belly in his frustration as he attempted to rotate her insides from atop her skin. He rubbed her fluffy white belly, wordlessly encouraging her to give up the last resistance her body had left. 

As he happened to look up at one point, he saw tiny drops of milk dripping from her swelled breasts. He grumbled low in his throat and leaned forward to taste one of them while he roughly squeezed the other. 

“Mmmaaa!” Dolly cried in alarm, although her pussy grew even slicker.

Edward eagerly lapped at the dripping teats, sucking and smacking and repeatedly causing her heavy breasts to bounce and jiggly delightfully before his eyes. He filled both hands with the full and dripping breasts, pressing down on her chest as he lost his earlier control and began brutally humping into her pregnant belly.

“MmmmmMMAAA…mmaaa…maaa…” Dolly cried over and over as all her limbs flopped weakly beside her, her empty eyes rolling back in her head and her long tongue flapping limply outside her mouth.

Her breasts were no longer bouncing with Edwards hands buried in them, but her belly was bounding with increasing fervor as he fucked her with less and less care for what his long, brutally hard bull cock it might do to her insides. He knew it was wrong, but he liked her more every time she grew a little more broken. 

“Ohhh yes…I’m probably giving your little baby brain damage right now,” he panted, mostly to himself as he pounded his hips against her dripping cunt repeatedly. “But don’t worry…no matter what kind of baby you make…I’ll fuck its brains out anyway.”

Her bleats increased in intensity as he fucked her with abandon, smushing her big, dripping tits together with every thrust. He threw back his head as he felt his orgasm coming close. Then finally, as his flared bull cock began to pulse with the need to deposit its seed, he finally felt it. An almost painful and sudden tightening around his tip. Incredibly pressure that made him halt his hips instinctively. Another moment of resistance. And then…POP!

Dolly’s eyes rolled off in opposite directions. Her body went still. Just when he began to worry that somehow he had actually killed her, foam rose up from the back of her throat and she twitched a little. Edward looked down to see a visible outline of his cock head, poking out her extremely pregnant belly, right in between those huge, beautiful breasts. 

He groaned and reached down to stroke her fluffy belly, feeling the touch of his own hand through her skin. Dolly was down for the count at that point, but Edward was just getting started. 

“Ahh…thank you, my little brainless princess, for finally letting me all the way in. Now that I’m here, let me explore a little more, okay?”

Not bothering to wait for a response – even if she had normally been capable of one – Edward placed both hands on her massive belly, taking full control of where his cock was going inside her. It created a beautiful bulge along her belly as it went. Unsurprisingly, it was a little cramped, and he immediately could feel why.

He moaned loudly as he felt the stimulation of tiny body parts rubbing against the shaft of his cock. Tiny, hoof-tipped fingers. Limbs so small he had trouble imagining how they would look once birthed. Even the soft touch of a muzzle poking against his length. He had never imagined how good it would feel just to rub himself against an infant, much less to be trapped inside such a tight, warm space beside one. 

“Ohhh…wonder what it is? Cow…bull…ewe…ram…what did my seed grow in your idiot belly?” he muttered absent-mindedly as he forced his cock up a little bit so he could palpate the cub’s unborn body over its mother’s belly. “Wait…I think…mmmm, yes…I’m sure of it.”

He managed to grasp the cub’s back over its mother’s belly, pressing the whole length of its tiny form against his cock. “That’s a little baby dick, isn’t it?” he asked the unborn child with a grin. After all, he was just as likely to get a response from the unborn infant as from the stoned, unconscious mother.

“Let me just rub against you until I cum…ohhh…will you drown in my cum? Will that be your first and last experience in this world? Come on out, little cub, and let me fuck you at least once before you die.”

He held the cub in place over its mother’s belly as he thrust his length in over and over, sliding in just a little deeper each time. Fortunately Dolly was still practically comatose, otherwise he was sure it would have hurt. His cock was now so deep inside that it was poking out several inches over where her belly should be, and even beginning to pound against her breasts, setting the full and dripping orbs jiggling irresistably.

He was so turned on he didn’t want it to end, but his body was too far gone. Just thinking about humping his unborn child had him dripping a steady stream of precum directly into his spawn’s amniotic fluid. He groaned and huffed, holding the unborn cub steady as he pounded its unconscious mother with all his strength.

“Ahhh, that’s it…gonna cum…gonna fill your mother’s belly and let you swim in it…my little cub…let’s see what you’re made of…RRRRNGH!”

He let out a bovine roar as his balls tightened up and stars flew from behind his eyes. An orgasm shattered through him, so powerful he almost couldn’t breathe, definitely couldn’t think. He gripped his fingers into the sheep’s fluffy belly as he poured rope after rope of thick bull semen into her pregnant cunt. Incoherent groans escaped him as he emptied his balls inside her, expanding her belly well beyond any size it had ever been before. 

It hung so full and sloshing that it hung down on either side of her splayed body beneath him, weighing her down even more than usual. Her breaths came in only gurgles and wheezes, foam still bubbling up from her throat but still no signs of consciousness in her eyes. 

Edward looked down in admiration on the impressive load that he had dumped inside his toy. He found it hard to imagine that any cub could have survived being in the middle of that. But even if it hadn’t, he was confident he would still be able to go another round with the tiny, still-warm body. Even though he was still panting and reeling from it, it had been easily the best orgasm of his life.

He grunted at the feeling of over-sensitivity as he slowly dragged his cock from her. Cum spilled out sloppily around his length as he did, but not enough to spare her huge belly the increased pressure and size that it currently enjoyed. But before he could pull out completely, his length got stuck on its flared head. This was of course the main downside of his impressive bull cock.

Grasping both of Dolly’s ankles, he spread her legs as wide as they would go and began tugging repeatedly to try and get himself free of her. It just kept bumping against the entrance, no sign of popping out all the way. He realized he was probably still stuck on her cervix, which was making things a little crowded at her entrance. 

Yet after a few good tugs, finally he was free. He stepped back and out of the way of the fountain of cum that followed. It created a lovely arc from her pussy for a few seconds, her belly gradually growing smaller and slacker, before finally sputtering out. There was another moment’s hesitation, as if something was getting in the way of the flow. And then, like a can of cranberry sauce, a tiny body slid through the stretched and cum-drenched entrance.

Plop. 

A tiny, weakly wiggling form, coughing and sputtering with the cum that soaked its entire body, had been presented at Edward’s feet. Slowly, a pair of huge, beautiful blue eyes opened from among the sticky white fluid. They gazed up at Edward in wonder. And then the inexplicable little creature smiled up at its father, who had just fucked it into the world.

Edward gave a slack smile as he felt drool forming in his mouth. His cock had only flagged slightly after pulling out of Dolly’s cunt, and was now already rock hard and dripping. He wiped a hand across the drool that dripped from the side of his mouth. He reached down with both hands and grasped the newborn cub, still unsure whether it was a cow or a sheep.

“All right, baby. Welcome to the world.”

Without another word, he fit the wriggling body onto the tip of his cock, and began the slow process of carving out his infant’s body for his personal use. It was only the start of a beautiful father-son bond.

Part Two – Timmy

Timmy had always been aware that his body was not quite like other cubs his age. He was a sheep, like his mother, but his body was thicker and sturdier than the other lambs. And even though their whole flock had entirely white bodies, Timmy alone had black patches in places, over one eye, on two of his limbs and a few on his back and rump. That, and somehow his butt hole looked many times larger than any other sheep’s that he had seen.

Not only was it large, but when he had once asked a couple of lambs whether they ever felt good touching their butt holes, they acted like he was weird. So he stopped talking about it. But he never stopped liking the feeling of playing with his hole when he was alone.

He moaned as he pressed the baseball bat ever deeper inside his cubby hole. Somehow, he had always particularly craved long things inside him. He wanted to feel it all the way up to his tummy. No, all the way up inside his ribcage. A few times, he had even imagined being so completely impaled that something actually came out his mouth. Each time he imagined it, he came so hard he almost passed out.

But as good as the cool metal felt as it sank deeper and deeper into his hole, he couldn’t help wanting something warm. His own fingers could never satisfy him, not even using his whole, chubby fist. He craved something long and warm, embracing him from the inside, making him feel safe and cared for. And maybe even filling him with warm, musky juice…

He was still too young to understand what he was craving, but these cravings grew more and more powerful every day. They had moved away from the isolated rural area where he was born when he was about two years old, as his uncle had had to change jobs briefly. Timmy didn’t have a father, as far as he knew. It was his uncle who cared for both Timmy and his mother, who was a bit slow. Timmy hadn’t much liked the bustling city life, so he was grateful when – just after his fifth birthday – they moved back to the farm.

The baseball bat slid in another couple of inches and Timmy’s eyes crossed as pleasure swept through his child body. His arms and legs locked, trembled and twitched as his baby cock spurted out white fluid onto his patchy fur. He panted heavily with his tongue hanging out his mouth as he slowly recovered from the immense pleasure of being impaled. 

He couldn’t do this in the house, worried that his mother or uncle would catch him, so he often went out into the scrub forest between their land and their neighbor’s. Since he had found a quiet, unused shed out there, his experimentation and his desire had grown even further. He never thought about the danger he might be courting by doing something like this in a place that technically didn’t belong to him.

His first warning that he might have gotten himself into trouble was a low, rumbling male voice from the doorway. 

Timmy gasped and tried to sit up, but with the baseball bat still so deep inside him it was almost impossible to move. There, silhouetted against the evening sun, was a monstrous male form. A bull so huge his horns almost touched the ceiling of the small storage shed. Rippling muscle covered every inch of his virile form, which was coated in sleek, black fur. A heavy breath escaped his flared nostrils as he towered over the trembling lamb. 

As he took one step inside the shed, and then another, Timmy became conscious of another huge of the impressive bull’s physique. A cock that bounced as he walked, standing up high and proud as if ready to do battle. Though not so very thick, it was so long that it almost reached the nipples of its owner while erect. It bobbed and began to drip before Timmy’s eyes, and he instinctively felt drool begin to gather in his mouth at the sight. So…this was an adult male cock.

Though he could not help feeling afraid, Timmy was shocked to realize that the fear was far overshadowed by something else. An aching, mind-numbing hunger.

“Been a while, cub. Do you remember your daddy’s cock?”

Huh…daddy? Timmy thought vaguely, most of his attention still entranced by the spectacular cock bobbing up before his eyes.

“Forget that trash and let’s get you reacquainted,” growled the bull, grasping Timmy by the top of his head as if to discard the baseball bat inside him.

Almost before Timmy could utter a shout of surprise, he found himself pulled up into the air as if he weighed nothing. Which, he realized, by the standards of the enormous, muscle-bound bull, he probably didn’t. The baseball bat slid easily from his hole and clattered to the ground, leaving him empty and aching. 

He groaned in protest until he suddenly found his mouth completely full, barely able to breathe. A musky, familiar scent filled his lungs. Oh. This, he thought dimly. He had been craving this. 

He still struggled a little as the flared head of the bull’s cock began to bump repeatedly up against the back of his throat. The bull still held Timmy up high above the floor by his head, heedlessly shoving him back and forth on his cock tip as if he were nothing but a rag doll. Thick, sloppy gurgles emerged from Timmy’s throat as he fought the urge to throw up. Yet why did he feel so good?

The huge, flared cock tip kept slamming against the back of his throat until finally it began to sink in past the tight ring of his larynx. He couldn’t help the bile that rose up in his throat, nearly choking him. But the bull didn’t seem to care. In fact he barely seemed to notice. He continued dragging Timmy’s increasingly limp and obedient body over his cock tip, driving in gradually but inexorably deeper and deeper.

At last, there was no more throat for the cock to enter, not even if it bulged it out, as it was already doing. Timmy gurgled weakly as he started to feel tingles in his fingers and toes from oxygen deprivation. But he didn’t want the feeling to stop. He wanted more. More cock. More force. More ravaging. More of this delicious scent.

“Ngh…you’re too tight. Open up those lungs for me. Come on. I’m going to rape your belly.”

Before Timmy could process these outlandish words, the bull grasped his tiny body by his ribs, and suddenly yanked him down further onto his cock. 

“GRGHR!” Timmy spluttered as he truly felt the bull cock pierce him all the way down to his belly. 

He trembled from head to toe as he was stretched stiffly along the bull’s length, his chubby little arms and legs dangling uselessly beneath him. He could feel the whole length pulsing throughout his body. Despite the mild panic at first, bliss slowly began to permeate his entire being. He was impaled. So deeply and warmly that he actually felt safe and cared for. He was loved fully, there was nothing left to fear.

He still gurgled helplessly as he was dragged a few inches back, and then shoved brutally down again. Pulled back, then thrust forward. Again and again, the bull thrust inside him, not bothering to worry about Timmy’s desperate twitching or gurgling as he sought his own release.

“Ahhh, fuck. I missed this,” the bull commented, tightly grasping Timmy’s ribs and drastically increasing his pace.

Timmy’s vision started to grow fuzzy as he finally began to run out of air. He didn’t want it to end, but his body wasn’t strong enough to last. His little lungs couldn’t pull in enough air from beyond the crushing pressure of the bull’s cock filling him. Even so, his own baby cock was already jumping enthusiastically with every merciless thrust of the bull’s flared tip, punching down into his belly. 

“Rrrraaaaagh!” the bull roared as he grasped Timmy’s head and shoved him just a little bit deeper.

For an instant, Timmy’s whole world was awash with that intoxicating, masculine scent and burning heat. It pumped directly into his belly, filling him up so much he could feel the weight of it pulling his belly toward the ground. It overflowed and burst back out his lips, and even spurted out both his nostrils. Timmy remembered feeling a transcendent pleasure that he had never imagined. And then everything went black.

…

Part Three – Edward 

Edward believed he had lost his little sheep spawn for good when the family moved away. In the intervening years, he had had plenty of conquests, but none rivaled that obedient little baby sheep. Likely a combination of his mother’s obliging nature and the psychedelics Edward had continued dosing her with throughout her pregnancy. His own flesh and blood, born just for his use. 

But the moment he saw the thick-bodied little lamb, spotted black and white like a mix of both his parents, masturbating with a baseball bat inside his cubby hole, Edward recognized his slutty little progeny. 

Ignoring any concerns about what the cub was doing here all alone, he hadn’t been able to hold back from instantly filling the cub’s throat with his dick. And his little lamb was just as obedient and horny as he remembered. He even stayed conscious for much longer than before, although he was still far too small to be able to take his father’s cock as easily as an adult would. But Edward couldn’t care less. They had plenty of time. And he had no problem enjoying his little lamb whether conscious or otherwise.

Wetting two thick fingers in his own mouth, he plucked the cum-filled cub from the end of his cock, allowing his cum to flow freely back out the way it had come, making a huge, sticky mess over the hay and dirt at his feet. He rotated the lamb so he had a full view of the large, pink and surprisingly even slightly twitching pucker. Even his little, tufty tail was quivering. What a perfect little hole.

He thrust his moist fingers inside, halfheartedly slicking up the entrance and making sure that the baseball bat had loosened him up enough to be impaled immediately. He frankly would have had a hard time caring either way. Despite already cumming, his cock was still just as hard as when he’d come in, and he couldn’t wait to enjoy his son’s body completely. 

Yanking his fingers out, he didn’t hesitate to plop Timmy’s limp body down onto the head of his cock and slowly work his tail hole open. The slick tightness of the unconscious toddler’s body was indescribable. It wrapped tightly around him as he slowly pushed his way inside, as if made to be his personal cock sock. Which, he realized, was not entirely untrue. 

Sheep always made good cum dumps; they were placid and tended to be able to take large loads. But cattle were of another level. Bulls could cum enough in one go to fill a 10-gallon tank, plenty to split any little lamb apart. Cows had vaginas ten times the size of the average sheep’s, and their holes comparably sized as well. Their bodies were sturdier, far less prone to unfortunate tearing. In fact, he reflected, he was lucky he hadn’t done any internal damage to Dolly. At least, none that he knew about.

This boy was the perfect mix. Small and round, cute as the cutest little lamb, mostly covered by fluffy white wool. But Edward could immediately tell that his bones were much heavier, his skin tougher, and last but not least, his hole was much hungrier than any lamb he had ever seen. He had been rather limited in what he was able to do when the cub was just an infant, but now he was just the right age and size to be trained as a dedicated fuck doll.

Already, he could see his cock beginning to poke out little Timmy’s belly. He groaned and increased his pressure pushing inside him, gaining more and more space inside with each soft thrust. Though he emitted the odd, groggy, spluttering noise, Timmy’s head swung limply back and forth as they moved, clearly still unconscious from being cock-choked earlier. Yet Edward was enamored; he had taken it so enthusiastically and deeply despite his size. This little lamb was born to be a cum dump.

He pulled back the cub’s head so he could rest his small, fluffy back against his own chest and thrust up freely with his hips. It was an incredible turn on to be able to see his cock bounding out the lamb’s fluffy belly with each thrust, each time going higher and higher, pushing the cub down deeper and deeper. The cub started moaning as his consciousness slowly returned, just in time to be greeted by the sight of his own stomach stretched right up to his face by his father’s cock.

“Uh…eh…?” Timmy murmured, trembling and gazing at his own distended belly in shock. 

Edward chuckled. Without a word, he grabbed Timmy by his ankles and yanked him down deeper than ever. Timmy let out a panicked bleat, his limbs twitching in shock as his vision was entirely obscured by cock wrapped in his own stretched belly. Foam and leftover cum dribbled out his mouth and he seemed to be teetering on the edge of consciousness again. Yet his little tail was still twitching so cutely. Edward couldn’t resist him.

Keeping hold of his son’s ankles, he ruthlessly used his body as a toy, humping his insides as if he owned them. Odd, gurgling noises rose from the cub, but there was nothing he could do to stop the onslaught of his father’s cock, stretching him into a living condom. Edward realized the boy was actually so out of it now that his forehead was bumping against his own belly bulge with every thrust. Not that he cared.

He had to fill this boy. He could feel it rising up from his balls, the need to claim and ruin. This was his hole now, and he was going to use it until it broke for good. Just the thought of destroying his own kid’s future by fucking him senseless got his cock to expand yet further, robbing little Timmy of yet more room to breathe. 

Edward let go of his ankles and this time grabbed his tiny waist, yanking him up and down as ruthlessly as he would an inanimate onahole. His precum was already coming in heavy spurts, rippling through the lamb’s stretched belly. At one point he was even sure he saw a few drops leaking out of the lamb’s belly button, which was currently up high over the boy’s head. He groaned at the thought, his need now at its peak. He had to fill him. 

He bellowed in his low, bull roar, nearly shaking the little old shack apart with the force of his voice. And inside the body of his own personal cum dump, utter chaos. His flared tip pumped thick bursts of cum that instantly swelled up the cub’s belly to many times larger than it had been before. But he was so small, and Edward wasn’t even done cumming. It was only seconds before there was simply no more room inside him.

Though he had been dazedly gurgling and coughing up until now, little Timmy suddenly snapped his mouth shut. His cheeks puffed out as his eyes widened. Then they rolled back as twin spurts of cum burst from his nose. And finally he was unable to hold back the flow any longer.

“BLLURGHRGHM!” Timmy gurgled as cum spouted from his mouth like a fountain. 

As adorable as it was, just the sight of it was making him hungry for more. Most of all, he wanted to see a real stream coming out of that stretched belly button. So, even as he was still panting and trembling through his orgasm, Edward mercilessly wrapped his powerful hand over little Timmy’s nose and mouth, halting the flow.

Timmy made strangled noises and twitched repeatedly, his belly gurgling and sloshing as the cum sought exit from his tiny form. Edward’s eyes darted between his trembling belly and his adorable expression of mixed shock, oxygen deprivation and lust. To his shock, however, the next breaking point was not the kid’s belly. 

As he watched, Timmy’s eyes crossed and an odd expression overcame his hand-gagged face. His little sheep ears twitched. And then, twin streams of cum burst from each of those sweet little ears. Edward blinked in shock only for a moment, quite confused about how that was possible, but almost immediately he decided that the only thing that mattered was that it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. 

Not caring that he might have burst something inside the cub for his cum to be able to reach that far up in his head, he knelt on the ground and mounted his cum-stuffed boy. He began thrusting inside him, each thrust sending cum spurting out from every orifice, and making his tiny, ravaged body twitch delightfully. 

This was far better than he had ever imagined. And he was only just getting started. 

To be continued…