Here’s the third episode of my CatGirls storyline. It contains vast quantities of beastiality and immense stretching, as well as watersports and bondage & domination. May contain traces of shemale/male intercourse. Read it at your own risk.
CatGirls part 3 - Cats and Dogs... and Horses
I awoke with a smile… yes, now I’ve learned how to do that, too. Life was good, after all. My work at GenCorp had gone well, so well in fact that I’d recently gotten a raise. I still wasn’t sure what to use the extra money for, though. The idea of buying a third catgirl haunted the back of my head, but that would make the bed pretty crowded. Besides, I was starting to feel like I could use a little time off, and I still had my 14 days vacation waiting. Maybe head down to one of those rich-guy places at Bahamas or something, where eccentrics were the rule rather than the exception. There, nobody would complain about me bringing a pair of catgirls along.
I sat up in the bed, and stretched. Katt was sleeping on my left, and Purr on my right, as has become their habit. Neither one of them awoke, which wasn’t strange… we’d been going at it rather heavily last night, and it was no surprise that they were exhausted. We hadn’t even cleaned up after our little sex-party… the floor was strewn with toys, and the shackles still hung from the hook in the ceiling. I carefully slid out of bed without waking either one of my girls, and took care no to step on anything… a loose dildo can be as dangerous on a floor as a banana peel, you know... I stood for a few seconds to regard the angelic faces of the sleeping catgirls… they were so pretty. The addition of rings in their large, feline ears had accentuated their cuteness, and the girls liked them, too.
As I slipped into my kimono, I suddenly remembered that I’d gotten so tied up last night – metaphorically speaking – that I’d forgotten to check my e-mail as I usually did every evening. With a shrug, I maneuvered my way out of the room, nearly stumbling over the cuff-bar on the floor, and went into my office. I turned on my computer, and then walked into the bathroom to drink some water while it started up… my computer is getting a bit old for running Windows 2020, and it took its time. When I returned, I engaged my modem and opened my mailbox. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I grumbled while I deleted junkmail after junkmail. The daily cleansing mission complete, I realized that there was a single, apparently serious mail left. Titled “Concerning your posting on the board…” Well, it could be a trap, but it was worth checking.
I opened the mail, and froze. Sweat suddenly sprang out on my forehead. My hands started to shake, and my kimono shifted as my dick leaped into instant hardness. The mail was from a farmer, a good, old-fashioned farmer, who ran a good, old-fashioned farm. Apparently, it was a bit of a museum-place where historically interested people and schoolchildren could go to see how beef and vegetables were made in the ‘good old days’. The fees for that, as well as the sale of ‘real meat’ to the tables of the rich had made him moderately wealthy. In the mail, however, he admitted that the money wasn’t the main reason he’d kept the farm running. His wife, recently deceased, had had a thing for animals, and he’d enjoyed watching.
After her death, he’d been thinking about shutting down the farm, but after seeing my post on the beastiality board, he’d decided to answer it. He invited my catgirls and me to come visit his farm, which was ‘closed down for repairs’ for the next couple of weeks. It was a long way off, over in Europe in fact… but with a supersonic jet – which I could easily afford – it would only take a few hours. It was perfect. Calming my breath, I wrote out a reply, accepting his offer, telling him that we’d be there later the same day, and sent it. Then, I lifted my phone and called my boss. He was very understanding when I said that I wanted a week of vacation right away, and even added that he’d noticed that I’d looked pretty tired recently. “A vacation is just what you need, to recharge your batteries.” He said, making it clear that he expected me to work hard when I came back. Well, I’d been expecting that.
Putting the phone down again, I closed down the computer and went back into my bedroom. My dick was painfully hard, throbbing with expectation. I needed to get my rocks off before I could get down to packing. Sweeping my eyes across the mess on the floor, I picked up the ball-gag and a pair of handcuffs. Katt, I saw, had turned over in her sleep and was lying on her stomach now. She was sleeping with her mouth open. Moving stealthily, I got behind her, and waited for her to breathe out. Then, as her mouth opened slightly to breathe in, I pulled the gag into place and locked it behind her head. Her eyes snapped open as she leaped into wakefulness, but before she could react at all, I pulled her arms over behind her back and snapped the cuffs on her.
I pulled the quilt off her entirely, revealing her perfectly shaped ass, and her lashing tail. I gripped her tail quickly, and tied it to the handcuffs with a quick knot, securing it in place and fully exposing her asshole. Then I got on top of her, and without preamble, pushed my hot cock into her tiny asshole. She writhed beneath me, although I’d assfucked her several times before. Maybe it was the position… that was new. After thrusting into her a few times, enjoying the tightness, I suddenly remember that I hadn’t taken my morning piss yet, and smiled a bit. So, she’d read my favorite stories, eh? Well, then she should know about this too… with a moan, I relaxed my bladder control, and began forcing my piss out through my hard cock.
The room was quiet, save for the calm breathing of Purr, and Katt’s muffled moans. In the silence, I thought I could actually hear the hiss as my warm piss spilled out into Katt’s bowels. She was squirming under me, succeeding only in twisting her asshole around my dick, generating some pleasure. I sighed as I felt my bladder emptying, and started thinking about my next move… fucking her ass now, would probably cause some spillage, and then I’d have to change the sheets. Casting a quick look around, I tried to find a butt-plug close enough to the bed for me to reach it quickly, but there wasn’t any… ahh, but the canine cock, with the inflatable base, was lying right next to the bed!
Finished with my morning piss, I pulled out and quickly jumped off Katt and off the bed, retrieving the canine dildo, and thrusting it into her ass before any of my piss could spill over. I activated the inflation, and saw her stiffen as pressure suddenly build inside her. I let the ‘knot’ fill completely, turning it roughly the size of a small orange, insuring that it couldn’t pop out until I let the air out again. It also effectively corked her butt. My balls, however, were still aching, and my cock was throbbing, dripping with piss, and stained by the contents of Katt’s bowels. A quick scan of the room picked up a pair of cuffs I could use. They were kind of special, not attached to each other, but made to be attached to virtually anything. I had four of them, and they could be used for all kinds of things…
I moved quietly around to Purrs side of the bed. She was sleeping on her back, undisturbed by what had just happened in the other side of the bed. The quilt had slid down some, revealing her luscious tits. I moved with dexterous fingers born from hours of computer programming, and carefully attached the cuffs to her nipple rings, without waking her up. Then, forsaking stealth in favor of speed, I pulled one of her arms up to her breasts, and locked the wrist into the cuff. This pulled Purr into consciousness, of course, but not before I’d pulled the other wrist into place as well. She reflexively pulled at her bonds, and screamed in surprise at the pain. Purr has very sensitive nipples, more so than Katt, as I discovered when I pierced them both. She looked up at me, confusion in her eyes, and opened her mouth to ask me something… what that was, I don’t know, ‘cause she never got to say it. As soon as her mouth was open, I thrust my dirty cock into it, and gripped her behind the head to prevent her from puling back.
As I face-fucked her, I noticed her hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly, as she fought her instinctive wish to struggle against her bonds. With a smile, I paused my thrusts to climb up unto the bed, practically sitting over her head, and screwing directly down her throat. It also meant that her nose was blocked by my ass every time I thrust all the way in. Knowing that, I buried myself to the hilt, and held it there for a few minutes while she struggled for breath. I didn’t say anything, but it didn’t take her long to get the message. As soon as I felt her rough tongue caressing my cock, I pulled back to give her a breather, and then proceeded to thrust regularly again. Her tongue played rapidly over every inch that passed through her mouth, cleaning off all that I’d brought with me from Katt’s ass – my piss and her anal secretions.
Already near the edge, she quickly pushed me over it. With a stifled moan I came in her mouth, pulling out enough to give her a taste of my sperm. She gobbled it up eagerly, sucking to get every drop out of me before I pulled out entirely. As soon as my cockhead left her mouth, she grinned up at me. “Good morrrrning, Masterrr…” she purred. “You’rrrr up earrrrly.” Grinning back to her, I released her hands, and went over to let Katt loose too. When I removed the gag, she gave me a lopsided smile and said “You’re in a rare mood this morrrning, Masterrr…” I nodded and sat down on the bed while the girls got up and started dressing. “Yes… and so will you be, soon.” Both girls paused and I stifled a giggle as their flexible ears turned towards me. “We’re going on a one-week vacation today! Hurry up and get packed, we’ve got a plane to catch!”
I’d never seen the catgirls use the full spectrum of their inhuman abilities before. It’s in their programming. Their creators were smart enough to know that humans generally doesn’t like creatures that are more powerful than themselves, even ones that are slave to man’s will. However, the addition of feline genes had turned catgirls stronger, more dexterous and far faster than any human. Furthermore, the boosting of certain traits, such as stamina, meant to make them better sex-toys, had further enhanced their strength. All that was generally considered a plus, since it allowed them to double as bodyguards in the event that their master were threatened. But their programming insured that those powers would only be employed in an emergency, or at the direct order of their master. Do you remember how I told you earlier that I fed them raw meat to enhance their wildness? Raw meat enhances their instincts, and weakens the hold that their mental programming holds over their behavior – a well-kept secret I found in the GeneCorp mainframe.
They still couldn’t break the rules, but it enabled them to bend them to some extend. Such as taking my request to hurry as an order to release their powers. All of a sudden, the girls practically turned into a blur, rushing around the room with inhuman speed and efficiency. It was not chaotic in any way… it seemed that they communicated on some subliminal level, delegating tasks between them. They moved too fast for my eyes to keep track of them both, but I managed to make sense of it on the plane, going through my memories of the hyperspeeded hours. Both of them finished dressing in a hurry, and while Katt rushed to the bathroom, Purr began to clean up the mess from last night. Just as she finished, Katt emerged, carrying the canine dildo, which was added to the box of toys before it was pushed into the closet where it belonged. Then, Purr ran to the bathroom to finish there, while Katt leaped down the stair to prepare breakfast for us. And when I say leaped, I mean it literally. She didn’t touch a single step, simply jumping down and landing lightly on her feet.
All bemused, I picked some business-like clothing from my closet, as well as the ‘decent’ clothing I’d picked out for the catgirls some time before, for when I had to take them out in public. A pair of fairly normal ‘baby-doll’ tees and shorts, with the addition of tail-holes… and I’d made sure that the shirts were of a thick enough fabric to ensure that you couldn’t see the nipple rings through it. Out in the hallway, I caught Purr on the way out of the bathroom, gave her the clothing and told her to put them on and give the other set to her sister. Then, as she leaped down the stair in the same seemingly suicidal way as Katt, I shook my head in bemusement and went in to take a bath.
Emerging clean, freshly shaven, and immaculately dressed, I could hear that the girls were busy packing the suitcases in the bedroom. I wondered briefly if they really knew what to bring on a vacation, but the efficient way they handled it convinced me that suitcase-packing was one of the skills that their thoughtful creator had included in their programming. I went down the stairs – in the normal fashion, mind you – and found a delicious morning meal set out for me. The girls had apparently already eaten, and their bowls were put in the dishwasher. When I was halfway through my breakfast, I dimly hear the sound of running feet from above, followed shortly by the sound of the bathroom door opening. Just as I’d figured that one of them probably were gathering up our toiletries for the trip, I saw Katt land in the hallway. It looked even more impressive from that angle, sort of like the ninjas you see in japanime… the kind that can leap out from the top of a skyscraper, and land with the grace of a ballet dancer.
She greeted me as she rushed by, opening the fridge and pulling out half the contents. By the time I finished my breakfast and went up to brush my teeth, she’d fixed up three large packed lunches. On my way up, I passed Purr, who was carrying a large suitcase in either arm with no apparent difficulty. She was walking down the stairs, though, instead of jumping down. I turned my computer on again before brushing my teeth, and went in to check the departures afterwards. There were a plane leaving 45 minutes later, which we should have no problem making it to in time. Smiling at the speed of it all, I picked up the black shades that were lying next to the computer. Putting them on, I completed my appearance as a wealthy – if slightly eccentric – businessman, who was heading off on a vacation with his two geneslaves.
The girls were waiting down in the hall, dressed in the clothes I’d given them. It did little to conceal their inhuman origins, but at least I wouldn’t get arrested for indecent exposure. After all, any criminal act they committed were my responsibility, since they couldn’t do much of anything without my express order. I smiled at them, and were delighted to see the expectation and excitement on their faces. From the moment I opened their box, their world had been restricted to my house and my fenced back garden. Now, they were about to see the world. They were looking around eagerly from the moment we stepped out the front door, their heads swiveling to take in the uptown street on which I live. There was enough to see, anyway… the street is inhabited exclusively by well-paid corporate employees, wealthy businessmen, and the occasional celebrity.
Money makes people slightly strange, and lots of money tends to make them more than slightly strange. Many of the houses reflected this, and there was enough to gawk at. My house stood out among them by being rather old-fashioned. It had been build by a nostalgic moviestar from the late 90’s, to look exactly like an old-fashioned villa. After his death, it had been bought by a former pornstar, allegedly because it reminded him of his parent’s house, and the parties he’d held therein whenever they were away. It was him who’d gotten the special bed installed. After he died of a heart-attack – I’m sure you can figure out the rest – I decided to buy it, since I’m a bit of a nostalgic too. To be honest, I don’t really belong here… the rest of the people in the neighborhood are much higher up the corporate ladder than me. But the recent demand on AI programmers have pushed up the wages, and I was smart enough to take advantage of that when GeneCorp scouted me.
My car was part of the deal… it’s an updated version of the classic Ferrari, looking exactly like the classic rich-boy wishcar on the outside. On the inside, it’s equipped with every technological gadget that can be put in a car. However, since engines don’t take up half the space they did when the car was originally designed, there was still plenty of space left. The car unlocked automatically when it sensed me nearing, and a few verbal commands opened both the spacious trunk, and the backseat, which was usually concealed for esthetic reasons. The girls quickly threw the luggage into the trunk, while I got into the car and booted up the systems. As soon as I informed it that we were heading to the airport, and gave it the departure time for out plane, it plotted out the best possible route based on satellite overheads. Areas with heavy traffic – which was quite a few at this hour, with everybody heading to work – were avoided, and so were areas that were known to have a high crime rate.
As it finished, showing me map of the ideal route, Katt leaped into the seat next to me, while Purr jumped onto the backseat. I looked around furtively, but as I’d expected, all of my neighbors had already left for work, which meant that my catgirl fetish remained secret for a while longer. Winking to Katt out the side of the shades, I put on my best ‘golden boy’ smile and put my arm around her, while placing the other negligently on the wheel and pushing down the pedal. The feeling of all those high-tech horsepowers obeying my every command always exited me, just a little. Of course, the car could have found its way to the airport without me even touching the wheel, but then what’s the point of having a cool car?
I attracted a few looks on the way, but it wasn’t all that unusual to see a rich kid flaunting his money on the streets, so it were looks of envy rather than surprise. Katt and Purr, however, were swiveling their heads so quickly that I was afraid they’d unscrew their heads. Well, it’s understandable, since it was the first time they saw a big city. The airport itself took their breaths away, which – I admit – I did to me the first time I saw it, too. When it had become necessary to construct a new airport to support the increasingly fast supersonics, the city council had decided to break with the habitual concrete box construction that had otherwise dominated airports throughout the worlds. The trend it had started had made several excellent architects ridiculously rich. In this case, however, the designer had definitely deserved whatever he’d gotten. I’m not going to describe it here, though – you’ll see it yourself, if you ever take a supersonic to New York.
Our plane departed 15 minutes later, giving us plenty of time to check in and pick up out tickets. I hadn’t reserved, but as I’d expected it wasn’t necessary either – our destination wasn’t exactly a tourist magnet. The car? I left it in the parking lot. One of the many advantages of driving a company car is that they always install the very best of security systems in them. It would take a master’s degree in electronics, AI and genetics to steal my car when it’s locked… these days, carjacking is by far the easiest way of stealing a car, and they’re working on that too, I hear.
The stewardess cast an annoyed look at my companions, but didn’t say anything. Well, if she disapproved, that was too bad for her. The flight was uneventful, giving me plenty of time to consider the wisdom of what I’d done. All I had were an unconfirmed e-mail, which could have come from some joker. But hey, what was the worst that could happen? If it turned out to be a trick, we’d just catch the next plane to Mallorca. Oh, you want to know where the plane was heading? Well, I don’t suppose it could hurt telling you: Billund Airport, Denmark. Yep, Denmark. Don’t feel bad if you’ve never heard of it before, neither had I when that mail turned up, but all of a sudden that tiny protuberance on Germany’s northern border had become enormously important to me. All I knew about it were that they apparently made good pastries there… and, apparently, they have a tradition for farming.
I rented a car at the airport… not nearly the class of my own, but good enough to get by with. The guy in the rental office threw a disapproving glance at Katt and Purr too, and decided that Denmark were one of those places that still didn’t like genetic engineering much. Well, apparently there was at least on man there who liked the idea, and I were about to visit him. The car had a rather primitive computer, but when I input the address from the e-mail, it managed to figure out how I got there. Quite a ways north, far enough that I was happy we had brought lunch. No, I’m not going to tell you how to get there… I don’t know who might read this!
When we arrived at the road that supposedly held the farm, I was heartened to see a sign informing passerby’s that a museum farm existed further head, along with an added note saying that it was closed for repair at the moment. It was starting to look like the mail had been true. I followed the dirt road off the highway, and took in the vista before me. All of a sudden, I seemed to have stepped 40-50 years back in time… the rustic farm was a big part of it, but the empty land that surrounded it completed the picture. Having been born and raised in the big city, I had never seen so much emptiness before… I caught myself looking in the rearview mirror for some sparkling time-portal behind me.
The car stopped in front of the main house of the farm, as programmed, and I got out. The place seemed dead, abandoned, but I could hear the sounds of the animals issuing from the nearby stables, telling me that that there had to be somebody around. Sure enough, the man of the house had heard the car, and now emerged on the doorstep to greet me. He was a big man, blonde and blue-eyed, lacking only a full beard, a horned helmet, and a two-handed battleaxe to look like an archetypal Viking. His arms bulged with muscle, most likely earned through hard labor rather than bodybuilding. Like his home, he was something out of last century. He also made me feel very small and weak… I’m not exactly a stick man, and I do work out regularly, but I can’t escape the fact that my work doesn’t require me to move anything more than my fingertips.
The man seemed to be about to say something, when he spotted the two catgirls in the car. His annoyed expression turned to surprise, and then to a grin. “Well, now!” he said in virtually unaccented English. “I hadn’t expected to see you so soon.” We shook hands while I returned his grin. “Well, we could have been here earlier, if it hadn’t been for the time-zones… the flight only took two hours, but we gained six hours during the flight because we were flying against the rotation.” His eyes widened. “Wow! You must have left almost as soon as I send you that mail! Anyway, welcome to the farm. I’m Karl. Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too, Carl… come, let me introduce you to my girls.” He seemed to be about to say something, but then changed his mind and shrugged.
The girls jumped out of the car as soon as I called, looking around eagerly. I could see their ears turning as well, and I imagine that they were taking in the smells too. All of their senses are much more acute than hours, and they probably picked out ten times as much information as me. “Well, the one with the tiger stripes is Katt, and the other one is Purr.” “Okay… which one of them has the… ehm…” I grinned a bit at his embarrassment. “Katt is the shemale. Purr, however, got an anal sex modification. Both are special in their own way.” He nodded, clearing his throat a bit. “Of course… now, let’s get you settled in – I’ve prepared a room for you. Here, I’ll take your luggage.”
The room was very nice, and appeared to be from the same century as the rest of the scenery. There were three beds too. “I wasn’t quite sure whether you usually slept in the same bed…” he said apologetically. “We do… but it’s not a problem.” He shook his head. “No, I’ll fix that right away.” Walking up next the bed, he set his feet solidly on the ground, and pushed one of the beds up against one of the others. Mind you, we’re talking about a big, heavy wooden bed here, mattress and all. I probably couldn’t have pushed it at all, but he sent it across the floor like it was weightless. Katt and Purr went “Wow!” in perfect unison, as the bulging muscle of his arm stood out impressively. I couldn’t help but to feel that he was showing off a bit…
But two can play that game. “Very impressive, Carl, but doesn’t that leave marks in the floor? Katt, why don’t you go put the other bed in place?” Before Carl had the time to say anything, Katt nodded, and picked up the bed. His face fell somewhat as she lifted the huge bed off the floor with a huff, and held it above her head while walking over to the other two beds, where she lowered it to the floor so gently that you could hardly even hear it. I grinned, and Carl just stared. Taking him by the arm, I turned to the girls, and said “Now, start unpacking our stuff, while Carl and I go downstairs to have something to drink, and talk things over.”
Nodding, they went to work while I gently guided Carl down the stairs. We had a drink together while I told him all about the catgirls: Their abilities and powers, their basic programming, and their unique personalities. The fact that they acted like sisters, while having sex with each other, seemed to excite him a bit. When I was done, Purr and Katt came down the stairs to report that they were done unpacking. Carl’s eyes seemed about to pop out his head… they’d gotten rid of the semi-decent traveling clothes, and now wore the loincloths and hide tops they used back home. I got to my feet and smiled down at him. “So, now that we’re done with that, let’s go meet the animals.”
Of course, it would be Katt and Purr who met the animals… I’d mainly be watching. If it hadn’t been for that, I’d probably have asked to delay it to the day after. Nobody’s ever come up with an effective cure for jet lag, and as the planes grow faster the problem gets bigger. I’d skipped six hours into the future in only two hours, and it was starting to get to me. I’d left NY in the early morning, and arrived in the evening without traveling more than three or so hours. The catgirls, however, were immune to the problem. Lucky them.
When we entered the farmyard, Carl clapped his hands and whistled. Almost instantly, two dogs came bounding around the corner, barking joyfully. Both were long-haired German Shepherds, and it wouldn’t surprise me if these dogs actually lived up to their name. One of them ran up to Carl, jumped up at him and started licking at his face, but the other skidded to a halt a few feet from us and started growling while the hair on his back bristled. Gently dislodging the first dog, Carl explained. “I was afraid that would happen… Siegfried there doesn’t like cats much, and the girls apparently smells enough like them to set him off.”
Purr leaned her head to one side, looking at the dog and grinning. “I can change his mind, masterrrr…” I looked at her in surprise. She usually wasn’t one to take any kind of initiative, unlike Katt. “Go right ahead.” I said with a shrug. There was no real danger, after all, except maybe to the dog. She crouched down, and started purring loudly. I could feel the sound vibrating through the air, and I was almost surprised that the windows in the nearby farmhouse didn’t start clattering. The sound seemed to calm the dog down some. His fierce growl quieted some, and the hair on his back began to settle down. Then, Purr turned around and got down to her knees, all in one motion. In that position, the loincloth simply hung down from her abdomen, hiding nothing at all. Before Siegfried could react to that sudden movement, she delicately dipped the tip of her own tail into her pussy. I noticed that her slit was already very wet.
Then, she proceeded to wave the wet tip of her tail right in front of the dog’s nose. He sniffed at it eagerly, apparently changing his mind about the smell of cat. He followed the tail eagerly as it led him back to the source, licking his lips eagerly with his huge, red tongue. Finally, she touched the tip to her pussy again, and then quickly pulled it out of the way as the dog practically jumped into her, licking violently at her exposed cunt. His tongue was at least four times as big as any human’s, and he was taking advantage of that. Juices flew from her honeypot as he licked wildly, and she was already moaning and squirming in pleasure.
Although he was obviously enjoying the taste, he also had to answer to his instincts. With a sudden, smooth movement, he jumped onto Purr’s back, and thrust his abdomen forwards. I knew from my reading that girls usually had to guide dogs in, because of the anatomical differences between girls and bitches… but apparently, Siegfried was a lucky dogs, ‘cause he hit the spot in first try. Purr’s eyes widened, and the she released a long, drawn-out moan. I could see that he had thrust all the way in, and now he held it there while the knot inflated… naturally, I couldn’t see this, but I could guess what was happening from her reactions. A few seconds later, he began to move, and I crouched down to get a better view of the happenings. I could see how her pussy lips were pulled out every time he reversed his thrust, due to the pressure of the knot within. He speeded up rapidly, at last settling at a thrust rate that no human could hope to match.
Needless to say, I was getting a hard-on, and a quick look around revealed that Carl and Katt shared my fate. Katt was looking down at the other dog, who was sitting at Carl’s foot, with some interest. He noticed this and grinned. “Ah yes, I almost forgot… this is Brunhilde. She doesn’t have anything against cats, but I don’t think she’s got much interest in them either.” I looked from dog to dog, and saw virtually no difference. Well, I guess it would be stupid for a city-boy to expect to be able to tell boy-dogs from girl-dogs without a direct view of their genitals. Anyway, Katt just grinned as he said that, and pulled her loincloth to the side. Carl instantly twisted his face into what can only be described as a “Do’h!” expression. She then proceeded to lift her hard cock a bit, revealing the tight, little pussy she had hidden beneath. The bitch looked up and whined as Katt approached, and when the catgirl practically pushed her drooling cunt into the dog’s nose, she took a couple of quick licks.
The taste seemed to perk the dog right up… all of a sudden, her ears stood up straight, and she rose off the ground, lifting her tail as she did so. She didn’t move as Katt walked over behind here, and got down to her knees. Brunhilde's whine sounded almost human as the cat-like dickgirl slowly pushed her throbbing staff into her pussy. She then began fucking, not like a dog, but like a human, with long, pounding thrusts. Carl and I just stared at the four of them, all bemused. Not only did we see a dog screwing a cat, we were also witnessing a cat screwing a dog… like cats and dogs, alright!
I cast a nervous eye at the driveway we’d arrived by. We were in plain sight, right in the middle of the farmyard, and anybody who might have missed seeing the ‘Closed for repairs’ sign, would instead see something much more interesting. Carl noticed my look and shook his head. “No worries, my friend… you can hear the cars long before they come within sight. Just enjoy the show, before we move on to the stables.” Apparently, the hot’n’dirty action we were witnessing together had warmed him up some, too, or at least removed his embarrassed demeanor. For good or ill, we were in this together now. His dogs and my cats were engaged in a pair of rather unnatural couplings, and we watched it together.
After five minutes, I asked him in a deliberately off-handed tone: “Say, does dogs usually last that long? From my reading, I was of the impression that they got through with business in some three minutes or less.” He cast me a surprised look, grinned, and answered in the tone of somebody giving his opinion of the weather. “Oh yeah, that’s usually the case, but my late wife gave Siegfried some training. Brunhilde doesn’t seem to mind, either.” Purr and Brunhilde were whining and mewling in unison, as both were fucked in a way they’d never been before. The ultrarapid pace Siegfried was putting forth were driving Purr to orgasm again and again, and Katt’s long and hard thrusts seemed to have a similar effect on Brunhilde, although judging when a dog gets an orgasm isn’t the easiest thing in the world.
Finally, Siegfried growled loudly, and thrust his abdomen all the way forwards, holding it there. Seeing this, Katt redoubled her pace to the point where she was almost moving as fast as the dog had, bringing herself off in less than a minute, and practically driving Brunhilde into the ground. Meanwhile, Purr seemed to have a five-minute orgasm as Siegfried pumped his doggy sperm into her. I knew that it would be thin, plentiful and very hot. What Brunhilde thought of Katts thick, white sperm is hard to say, but she whined a great deal.
Having gotten their rocks off, Katt and Siegfried dismounted their lovers. Well, Katt dismounted. Siegfried tried, but his knot seemed to have gotten stuck. Actually, he could have pulled it out easily, due to the amazing stretchability of catgirl pussies, but when he encountered resistance while he tried, he figured that he was locked, and didn’t try further. Instead, he jumped off her back and agilely swung one of his hind legs over her back, ending them up ass-to-ass. It looked absolutely hilarious, cat and dog joined by a dick. I couldn’t keep from laughing, and I was soon joined by Carl and Katt. Purr pouted a bit at first, but then she grinned up at us and joined in our laughter.
Rather than pulling them apart, which would probably cause some discomfiture for both catgirl and dog, we decided to let them stay together until the swollen knot shrunk enough to go out easily. And since me and Carl both had a raging hard-on at the time, she was also perfectly placed for a blow-job. I’ll admit, I didn’t feel quite comfortable whipping out my cock with Carl nearby – it’s not as if I’ve thrown off every taboo in the book, you know – but I did it anyway, and then kneeled down in front of Purr to let her work on it. She’d sucked me off several times before, but somehow the fact that she was tied to a dog at the same time added something to it. Carl opened his pants too, revealing a very impressive piece of equipment. Bigger, even than Katt’s. She pounced on him immediately, swallowing him to the root before he even had the time to say anything. I wonder if he would have protested against being blown by a dickgirl, if he’d had the chance… regardless, he didn’t seem to mind when she got down to the sucking. Purr’s somewhat better at blowjobs than Katt, but make no mistake: Katt is very, very good.
Purr’s position enabled me to engage in my favorite form of oral sex: Throat-fucking. She eagerly relaxed her throat to allow me entry, and then proceeded to tighten it around my cock like a vise. Her tongue danced a tarantella around every inch of cock passing through her mouth, but other than that she just held still while I face-fucked her hard and fast. Her skillful mouth, combined with my own already enormous hornyness, meant that I didn’t really last very long – probably not much more than five minutes, ten at the most. It didn’t matter much, though, since I’d mainly wanted the relief of emptying my aching balls. Purr, it seemed, had mainly wanted a taste of my sperm, and she got that… even though I’d been too absent-minded to pull back when I came. Instead, she’d pulled back herself, taking the initiative, and getting a mouthful of cum as a reward. I glanced sideways at Katt, who was still on her knees in front of Carl, working his cock over with hands, mouth and tongue, like a two-dollar whore. She’d jumped him on her own accord, with no prodding from me, without even asking me… my plan, it seemed, was working. Human-level intelligence, mixed with the genetically defined insubordination, had indeed resulted in a mind capable of throwing off the bonds of brain programming. The red, raw meat I’d been feeding them since they arrived were awakening their instincts, the cat in them, and cats could not be owned. Bit by bit, they were becoming independent creatures, friends and lovers rather than slaves.
With those things in mind, I got on my feet just as Carl moaned, probably shooting an impressive load down Katt’s throat. She was making delighted little mewls as she sucked on his cock, and I could even see her swallowing repeatedly. From what I could see, she wasn’t wasting a single drop. Afterwards, we found that Siegfried’s knot had gone down to the point where he could pull out with a minimum of discomfort. It still gave a loud, wet ‘PLOP’, though, followed by a gush of clear doggy cum from her stretched pussy. The dogs, obviously exhausted, staggered off to their doghouse, and we walked off towards the stables, with both catgirls eagerly ranging out in front of us. Both had found enormous pleasure in their first experience with animal sex, and were eager to try some more of it.
The stables contained a variety of animals – it was a museum, after all. Had it been an authentic farm, it would have been dedicated to a single thing – sheep, pigs, cows, whatever… but since the idea was to show the various farm animals to children and other curious people, this place had it all. Several horses trotted nervously around in a mid-sized enclosure, apparently worried about the scent of the newest visitors. In a similar enclosure, several cows and one very large, black bull was chewing cud, completely unconcerned by our entry. Further into the stables, we saw two somewhat smaller enclosures facing each other across the path we were walking – one containing a bunch of sheep and a big, wooly ram, the other containing several nanny goats, and one large-horned male goat. Finally, the stables terminated in a large, indoor pigsty, where several curly-tailed pigs happily rolled themselves in the mud. No, I can’t tell the difference between sows and boars… As I said earlier, I’m a city boy – without some fairly large and easily recognizable symbol of manhood, a male animal looks just like all the others to me.
“It’s not much…” Carl said modestly. “I mean, it’s not as if I’m running a zoo or anything – these, and the dogs of course, are the only appropriately sized animals on the farm.” I cast a questioning look towards the other end of the stables, where the stallion and bull resided. He noticed and shrugged. “My wife was a very flexible woman – don’t ask me how she did it, without any genetic engineering and stuff, but she did. Well, she couldn’t take all of it inside of here, when the big animals were concerned, but we found a way to work around that.” With a grin, he walked through a door in the side of the stables, labeled “Employees only!”, with the well-known thunderbolt “Danger! High voltage!” sign rather prominent below. It was a rather wide door, I noticed – wider than a human could possibly require.
Approaching the door, I saw him struggle with several large, wooden… things. I gestured at the catgirls to help, and they instantly rushed in and picked the heavy pile of wood up without much of a problem. He wiped his brow gratefully, and pointed them out in the stable. “Just put it down in the middle…” he said, while picking up some roles of rope and some metallic objects. On the way out of the door, he picked up a toolbox with his free hand. He then proceeded to the pile of wood, and began to build something out of it. It soon became clear that it was some sort of device that had previously been disassembled, which he was now putting back together again. It reminded me eerily of my father struggling with the “Some assembly required” Christmas gifts. As the device took shape before us, I could soon make some qualified guesses as to its purpose. It was the padded, raised middle that tipped me off, mainly, as well as the fact that it could clearly be raised and lowered, but only with two possible settings.
My suspicions turned out to be true, as Carl finished and proudly introduced the device as “The mating bench.” Basically, it supported a woman in a comfortable position for getting fucked by a bull or stallion, while restricting the movement of the animals so that they would not attempt to thrust their entire length into her. The two settings on the middle part reflected the fact that bulls are build closer to the ground than horses – which also means that their cocks hang closer to the ground. It also ingeniously ensured that the animal would not rest its entire weight on the woman’s back, crushing her – the sad fate that had, supposedly, befallen the Zarina of Russia, Katharina the Great, when during a wild orgy, she’d attempted to mate with a stallion. I’d never even bothered to have that story checked with historical fact, though – it probably wasn’t true, and it was too good a story to abandon.
The girls were at the verge of fighting each other over the right to be the first on the bench – please note that I’ve restricted myself from making bad jokes about ‘cat-fights’ here – when I reminded them that A) I had the final word in the matter and B) That the mating bench was not required for intercourse with ram, goat or pig. After giving that a second to sink in, I reminded Katt that her ass wasn’t much more spacious than an ordinary human woman’s, and that her pussy were tighter than average. Purr jumped with glee when I told her that she’d be the first one on the bench, and leaped into my arms to deliver a very, very hot kiss – tongue and all. Carl fixed the bench in the high setting, and while he went to fetch the stallion from the enclosure back by the entrance, I attached the various restrictions to Purr, meant to keep her in place during the horse’s sexual assault.
Carl returned with a large, frisky stallion. He had a gray coat, and was very muscular, especially around his hindquarters. The farmer released him, allowing the big horse to sniff eagerly at Purr’s steaming pussy, while Carl attached some robes to his hind legs. He then allowed the horse to rear up and place its legs in the designated places on each side of Purr’s head, but did not allow him to enter her. While he went about tightening various straps, I bend down to have a look at the horse’s manhood – stallionhood – and gasped. The thing was huge, long enough to reach halfway to his forelegs. It was nearly as far around as my upper arm, and had a peculiar shape. I knew that the head would inflate into a bell-shape when he was about to cum, making it impossible to withdraw before he was done. Same idea as with the dogs, just a different place. I wonder why humans doesn’t have anything like that…
The horse was very frisky, dancing around on its hind legs, obviously eager to get down to business… maybe he’d gotten addicted to human pussy, and hadn’t had a ‘fix’ since Carl’s wife died. He had to wait, though, for Carl to attach all the ropes, and check them twice, before he was allowed to take a step back… Katt was standing ready at Purr’s ass, and as soon as the huge horsecock had gotten far enough back, she gripped it and lead it to her sister’s pussy. Felling the moist opening, the stallion snorted, and rammed forwards, burying half his length, more than a foot, inside his catgirl lover in one thrust. He’d probably have gone farther, if the robes hadn’t restricted him. He was clearly used to those, however, considering that he didn’t slow down at all when he reached the end of his rope, but rather reversed direction immediately.
He was pulling as long thrusts as his restrictions allowed, all the way from the first one… pulling out a foot of thick meat, and thrusting it back into her. Crouching down next to Katt, I watched the mesmerizing sight. The girth of his cock insured that her cunt lips were pulled inwards at every thrust, also pulling her clit into contact with the hard shaft. The frequent meows and small screams that issued from the opposite end indicated that the constant stimulation affected an equally constant orgasm. “He’ll keep on going for at least quarter of an hour, probably more.” Carl said, joining us. “My wife trained him well… normally, horses can get business over with in maybe five minutes, but this one just keeps going.” I nodded, and grinned. After fifteen minutes of hard shafting and continuos climax, even a catgirl would be somewhat dazed.
Katt seemed to be completely hypnotized by the sight before her, but I managed to awake her with a gentle tap on her shoulder. “Say, are you just going to sit there watching, or do you want to try some yourself?” I asked rhetorically, winking at her. She was on her feet in a flash, her loincloth bulging out with an instant erection. “Of course, Master! Which one should I have?” I opened my mouth to explain my idea to her, but then stopped, and decided to test her intelligence and imagination… Catgirls supposedly weren’t all that bright, but I had a feeling that my Katt were an exception. “Well, Katt… I’d like you to make a ham sandwich.” I said, gesturing in the direction of the pigsty. She seemed uncomprehending for a fraction of a second, but then recognition flashed across her face, and she nodded eagerly.
Walking into the pigsty, she quickly selected two pigs – I suspect she could smell the difference – and pulled them out into the hallway in the middle of the barn. The pigs weren’t particularly clean, but Carl probably had a shower somewhere, so that would be a short-term problem only. Wasting no time on fore-play, Katt kneeled behind one of the pigs – it didn’t try to get away or turn around, as dogs sometimes do – and guided her throbbing wood into the sow’s pussy. The pig squealed, but before it could try to get away, Katt had gripped it by the shoulders. Holding it steady, she leaned over its back, and started fucking it with short, hard jabs. The resulting squishy sounds could faintly be heard over the whams that came from Purr and her equine paramour. “How’s it feel?” I asked Katt with a grin. “Just like Purr, masterrr…” the purred back, thrusting harder into the unwitting sow beneath her. Apparently, that thing about humans and pigs being much alike in terms of anatomy weren’t entirely off.
The other pig – presumably a boar – suddenly seemed to get interested. Grunting, it sniffed at the air, apparently catching the smell of sex that was thick in the air. I had to practically lay down to look under his pot-belly, but what I saw were truly astonishing. His cock was long, maybe even longer than Katt’s, and rather thin… and it terminated at a corkscrew-shaped head! I’d read about that before, but never seen it… believe me, it looks really, really weird. “It’s the biggest breed available…” Carl said, turning away from Purr’s ferocious horse-fuck for a minute. “In the nether department, I mean. My wife had me looking through all existing breeds for one with a decent size. Pig cocks are usually pencil-thin, but that one is a bit more impressive.” I took a closer look… it seemed to be a bit less than an inch thick, which would be rather unimpressive for a man, but which apparently counted as a humongous monster-cock among pigs. It certainly seemed to be hard. Considering its length as opposed to its thickness, it would have to be hard as steel to stay straight, which it did.
Anyway, after a few seconds, he apparently decided that the sounds and smells that Katt and the pig were generating meant that it was mating season again, and confidently trotted over to them. He snuffled a few times at Katt’s ass, and I could swear his face took on a somewhat surprised expression. Like, he was thinking “What the hey…? A CAT?!?” Then, he apparently continued the thought to it’s logical conclusion: “Ahh, so what… I’m horny, and she’s got a hole.” It looked pretty funny when he jumped up on her back. You can’t really imagine a pig jumping at all, but that’s what he did… lounging forwards, placing both of his forehooves on Katt’s shoulders, and thrusting his pelvis forwards. Katt gasped, and I saw her eyes widening. Somewhat surprised at that reaction, I walked a bit to the side and took a closer look… sure enough, he’d hit her in the ass, and apparently gone in to the root in first thrust. Well, that shouldn’t be a problem, considering how thin he was, but he seemed to be giving her quite a turn.
After resting a second or so, the boar started thrusting, and what a thrust! He was going almost as fast as the dogs had done, and seemed to be hitting much harder. Apparently, pigs are more muscular than they seem, ‘cause the sound of his pelvis hitting her asscheeks were clearly audible, even over the sounds that issued from Purr’s continuos superfuck. Katt somehow managed to transfer some of that energy into her own fuck. The sow was squealing quite a bit now, which probably stands to reason if she was used to 1-inch cocks. Hopefully, she was enjoying herself. Katt certainly was. “How’s THAT feel?” I asked her with a grin. “The head feels weird, masterrr…” She purred, huffing slightly at the exertion. She’d speeded up a lot to match the boar, and that velocity was a bit much, even for her.
I stepped back a bit, so that I could keep an eye on both of them at the same time. Purr mewling weakly as the horse continued its powerfuck into her stretched pussy, and Katt sandwiched between two pigs, giving as good as she was getting. Quite a sight… too bad I forgot to bring my camera. Ah well, it wasn’t the kind of picture you’d have framed above the fireplace, or standing on your desk anyway. My cock was straining against my pants again, but both of the girls were obviously busy, and neither had any holes still accessible. Katt’s mouth was possible, but with a horny boar that close, I wasn’t about to stick my head out… neither one of them, see?
Suddenly, the stallion gave a loud whinny, shaking his head wildly, and stopped moving within Purr. I cast a look at my watch and saw that more than 20 minutes had passed… obviously, Carl had not been exaggerating the endurance of his horse. Walking over, I saw cum gushing out around his huge shaft, despite the overstretched tightness of her pussy lips, showing that his cum was both plentiful and decidedly high-pressure. Enough so, anyway, that despite the escaping sperm, Purr’s belly was being slowly inflated. She groaned, shuddering in pleasure… it was pretty clear that she was enjoying it immensely. Or maybe it was just because her clit finally got some rest, giving her a chance to catch up on her pleasure.
“It’s more than usual… guess he’s been saving up.” I jumped slightly, realizing that I had been so engrossed in the erotic sight that I hadn’t noticed Carl walking up next to me. He was holding a pair of buckets in his hands, and proceeded to place them in a pair of niches in the mating bench, which I so far hadn’t noticed. Looking closer, I saw that groves in the bench insured that the flow of viscous sperm that would result when the horse withdrew his mighty rod, would be guided into the waiting buckets. Good thing too, considering the sheer volume of sperm that Purr contained at that point… it would have been a real mess if it had just been allowed to run out on the floor.
I kept my eyes eagerly at the point where horse and catgirl was joined, while Carl went around the horse to loosen some of the bonds, allowing it to pull back. It promptly did so – like most animals, he prefers the ‘roll over and snore’ approach – and as predicted, a veritable sperm tsunami followed. It kept gushing out of her pussy for several minutes, finally slowing down to a dribble. As the stallion was led back to the fold, I moved behind Purr to take a look at her stretched cunt… or, rather, into her stretched cunt. It was hanging wide open, and I had a feeling that if the light had been better, I could have looked straight up into her womb.
Yeah, catgirls have wombs… for the realistic feel, I suppose. They’re sterile, anyway.
Deciding to give her some rest, I walked back to Katt, who was still going at it. She was sweating now, I could see, and huffing rather badly. She wasn’t trying to keep up with the boar anymore, which was understandable. His cock was a blur, now, moving at least as fast as the dog’s had done, probably faster. As far as I could see, she was running at half his rhythm – On one thrust, she followed him, slamming into the sow beneath her with their combined strengths, on the next she pulled back, colliding soundly with his pelvis. I waved Carl over, as he returned from the other end of the barn.
“Say, how long can that pig keep going? He’s been screwing her like that for more than fifteen minutes.” “He’s probably already shot his load once, then… you see, my wife were unable to get him to last longer than some ten minutes, so instead she taught him to keep going after he’d climaxed. He’ll probably dismount when he’s shot his second load. Which won’t be long, considering the speed he’s using at the moment.” Bending down, I could faintly see something clear and thin running constantly from Katt’s asshole. Every time her ass clapped into the boar’s hammy rear legs, it sprayed out. It seemed to have covered most of her lower body already, as well as the pig’s pelvis.
A few minutes later, the boar grunted and froze in mid-thrust. Katt’s ecstatic expression indicated that she, like her sister, enjoyed the feeling of being pumped full of animal sperm. She didn’t stop, either, but used the slight leeway the cumming boar on her back was giving her, to continue fucking the sow with short, punishing jabs. She was obviously using a lot of strength, considering that the pig’s legs seemed to be buckling. Finally, she too stopped, and came inside the squealing sow. By then, the boar had finished his business, and pulled back. I could see that Katt tried to clench her ass so that the sperm would stay inside, but the strangely-shaped head pulled a final squirt of thin, watery cum out with it. Then, like the horse, he lost all interest in the girl, and jumped off. After catching her breath briefly, Katt also dismounted the sow – who scampered away as soon as she was released – and stood up. “You can dump that stuff in the buckets over there.” Carl said, gesturing at the buckets set in the mating bench.
An idea flashed through my horny mind, and I stopped her on the way. “Wait a second, Katt… Your sister just had a rather strenuous ride. I’m sure she’s like something to drink.” Katt nodded, and smiled wickedly. Her agility enabled her to clamber onto the contraption that Purr was strapped on to with ease, and position her ass right in front of her face. Purr, who was still somewhat dazed after her latest session, didn’t notice this until Katt forced her ass up against her little sister’s mouth. Then, Purr awakened fully, and quickly realized what was going on. While Carl and I watched eagerly, she put her mouth to Katt’s asshole, and started sucking the filthy pig-cum out of it. The sound she was making were obscene, all slobbery and slimy… and it turned me on to no end.
After drinking what must have been nearly a gallon of cum from the well-fucked asshole, she proceeded to lick every square inch of her sister’s behind, cleaning up the cum that had splattered there. I briefly played with the idea of letting her clean up the boar in the same fashion, but discarded it in favor of something bigger. With a wave, I signaled to Katt that the session was over, and with a nod, she jumped back down to the ground. Beckoning her over, I whispered in her ear. “Hurry up to our room, and fetch a blindfold and the ball gag from my pack. You can put them on Purr as soon as you get back.” With an eager grin, she nodded and dashed out of the stable, moving at a literally inhuman speed. I then pulled Carl over near the sheep’s enclosure, where their constant braying would shield our conversation even from Purr’s sharpened senses.
“I think she should have the bull next… as a surprise.” “Sure, but… well, there’s kind of a problem.” “What kind of a problem?” “Well, he’s awfully big, so even my wife had trouble taking him… she didn’t do him very often, and he’s got a short attention span – In short, he’s not very well trained. I usually gave him a bit of Spanish Fly when she wanted to screw him.” “So? You’re out of Spanish Fly?” “Kind of… you see, I usually have two kinds of Aphrodisiac pills: Some weak ones for the goats, sheep and pigs, and some strong ones for the horses and bulls. I’d usually give him a small pill, which would keep its effect for maybe 10-15 minutes, which is about as long as any woman can stand that sort of shafting – but I’m out of those! All I’ve got left are the big ones, and with one of those, he’ll be super-horny for at least an hour.” “A horny bull, huh? Not to worry, Purr’s a catgirl, she can take it. Just give him one of the big ones.”
Carl shrugged, nodded, and started walking towards the other end of the barn. At the same time, Katt came running in, carrying the two things I’d asked her to bring. Without slowing, she leaped on top of the mating bench, straddling Purr’s back. Purr opened her mouth in surprise, only to have it blocked by the gag. A second later, the blindfold covered her eyes, and Katt jumped down again. I felt my cock twitch as I looked at her, all tied up and incapable of seeing or speaking. I grinned a bit at my own reaction while I worked the lever to lower the center part of the mating bench, preparing her for the bull. After all, the blindfold was an illusion…
You see, what made me so hot about the blindfold was that it made me believe, on some level, that she was unaware of what was about to happen – that the monstrous bull-cock would take her entirely by surprise. The scientific part of my mind, however, couldn’t help but to remind me that it was nothing more than an illusion. As Carl walked up the path in the middle of the barn, with the bull in tow, her sharp ears easily identified the clip-clop of split hooves on the concrete floor, and as if that wasn’t enough, her nose also picked up the unmistakable smell of an approaching bull. So, she knew what was about to happen, as surely as if I had told her myself. But my balls didn’t know that she knew…
It was a magnificent bull… right out of a picture book about bull fighting. He was huge, superbly muscled, and coal-black. His horns, symbols of virility amongst animals, were long and bone-white. He even had a ring in his nose, with a rope attached to it… funny, I had never before considered the actual reason why bulls had rings in their noses – of course, tying a rope around a bull’s neck would be an exercise in futility. But a rope attached to the nose, and it would be unlikely to struggle very much. Anyway, I didn’t even have to bend down to see his cock… it was well over a meter long, and thicker around than my upper arm. You know, I’ve fisted Purr before, to beyond the elbow too, but never all the way. Taking that monster-cock would be approximately equal to taking my entire arm.
The bull was clearly affected by the powerful aphrodisiac he’d gotten. He snorted a lot, and ‘MOOOOH!”ed some too. And of course, his cock was massively erect, standing parallel to the ground, hard as steel. It would have to be, to keep the tip from drooping. He was also sniffing eagerly at the air, picking up the thick smell of sex emerging from Purr’s cunt, and I’m sure that even without Carl’s guidance, he would have steered directly for her. As soon as he reached the bench, he vaulted on top of it, causing it to shudder slightly from his weight, and placing his cockhead over Purr’s ass-crack. There, he was stopped by a tug on the nose ring, while Carl started attaching the ropes to his hind legs. That’s when I stopped him. “There’s no need.” I simply said. His brow wrinkled. “But then why were they necessary on the horse?” “Isn’t it obvious? Her pussy is only slightly modified from an ordinary human.”
While Carl blinked in surprise, I gripped the bull-cock and guided it carefully towards Purr’s asshole. I could see that it had already leaked plenty of anal lube, probably during her session with the horse – sexual excitement increases the flow of ass-juice, just like it does with pussy-juice. Anyway, friction obviously wouldn’t be a problem. However, when looking at it close up, it seemed utterly impossible… her asshole was nothing but a tiny, brown dot, and the bull-cock seemed incredibly large. However, I knew that the girth wouldn’t be a problem – The Stretcher had stretched her at least that far, and the oversized butt-plug she wore on occasion was even bigger. No, the only possible problem lay in the length, and her design specifications said that she could handle that, too.
I nodded at Carl to release his hold on the bull’s nose ring, and pushed the cockhead hard into Purr’s asshole at the same time. Feeling flesh part before his cock, the bull’s drug-addled brain decided that he had just entered the pussy of a tight, young cow, and started humping. I jumped back quickly, and saw how Purr stiffened up like a board as the huge cock plowed into her innards. She struggled futilely against her bonds, and mumbling screams came from her gagged mouth. Although her ass had previously been stretched to such dimensions, it had been a while since the last time we’d done something like that… added to that the violence of the penetration, and I could imagine that it hurt quite a bit. The bull wasn’t exactly gentle, simply pushing forwards with his massively muscled weight, forcing her tender sphincter to stretch to accommodate it.
And accommodate him she did… the ‘PLOP’ were clearly audible throughout the barn when the head finally popped in. At that point, a human would have given the girl time to adjust to the size, before trying to get his shaft inside, but the bull had no such considerations. The tightness around his cockhead were clearly driving him into an even greater sexual fury, and he as humping heavily against the trussed-up catgirl before the echo of his initial penetration had disappeared completely. I watched as he got deeper and deeper, licking my dry lips while sweat rolled down my forehead. It was, without question, the most insanely sexual sight I’d ever seen… the petite catgirl, impossibly impaled by the bucking bull.
The bull was not fucking her as much as he was raping her. He put his enormous bulk behind every thrust, driving his cock ever deeper into her painfully stretched anus. Bit by bit, the whole foot-and-a-half was forced through her resisting sphincter, pushing her genetically engineered innards as far as they would go. Having achieved this, the bull snorted derisively, as if saying “You think it’s pretty tough to take it all, don’t you, bitch? Well, you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet, just you wait ‘till I start screwing you for real!” A thin whimper escaped around the ball-gag in Purr’s mouth, as her eyes closed against the pain. The bull was pulling back now, and I had no doubt that the tightness of her asshole enabled her to feel every vein and irregularity on the long, hard shaft. When he’d pulled out a foot of his cock, he smashed forward again, filling her completely. Even with the excellent anal lube that her asshole was putting out in large amounts, the friction must have generated more than enough heat to be painful all by itself.
I could have watched it for hours, but my cock was demanding some attention. Turning away from the sight, I saw that Katt was standing next to me, every bit as mesmerized as she had been by the horse-fuck.. Her pussy, hidden beneath her ball-sac, was dripping with juice… a steady stream of it was running down the inside of her thighs, and she didn’t even seem to notice. I shook her shoulder gently, waking her up from her trance. She shook her head vigorously, clearing it, before speaking. “Now I know how a deer feels when the headlights hit it…” she said, grinning widely. I just nodded. “I can see you need some action too, Katt…” I said, gesturing at her dripping cunt. She nodded in the general direction of the bulge in my pants. “You too, masterrr…”
Seeing that Carl was just as transfixed by the action as we had been, and not wanting to disturb him, I decided to try to set the next scene up on my own. Telling Katt to stay put, I walked into the goat’s enclosure, and picked out the male goat form the flock. Easy, even for a city-boy, considering the gross symbols of virility he had sticking out of his head. He was quite complacent, following me unresistingly when I pulled at his horns. After closing the fold behind us, I gestured Katt over. “Say, Katt, I don’t suppose you’ve ever tasted goat cheese, have you?” “No, master.” “Well, then, why don’t you get down on all fours, and try to suck some out of him?”
Reacting immediately to the not-so-veiled sexual reference, she got down on hands and knees, and crawled in between the goat’s front legs. He seemed momentarily confused, but when she stuck out her tongue to get her first taste of goat-cock, he apparently figured out what it was all about, and more or less crawled onto her back. His hooves looked like they were somewhat painful to have resting on your back, but Katt wasn’t complaining. Unless there was a complaint hidden in the slurping sounds that were starting to issue from underneath the goat.
I had more important things to think about, though. Such as my painfully throbbing cock. Opening my pants, I pulled down my underwear, and let it spring into the air. It felt good, just to release it from its fabric prison. It would feel even better when I placed it where it belonged. Kneeling behind Katt, I looked at her two holes, trying to make up my mind… pussy or ass? After careful consideration, I chose the pussy. Not because I was squeamish about her asshole having been filled with pig-cum, but because I could sense that she needed a vaginal orgasm BADLY! You see, shemales can get two kinds of climaxes: The penile orgasm, of which she’d had two so far, and the vaginal orgasm, of which she’d had none so far. It’s worth noting that just one of those kinds can’t satisfy a dickgirl, no matter how many times she has it – both of her sexual organs needs to be stimulated before she is sated.
I moaned as my cock entered her cunt. I’d forgotten how tight it is… I’m quite anally fixated, which means that I usually screw her in the ass – with the unusual result that her pussy now is tighter than her ass. It was tight to begin with, of course… otherwise, there wouldn’t have been enough room for a cock over it. I decided, at that point, to remember to screw her pussy now and then. It was wonderfully hot, tight, and wet. Also, she was quite skilled at using it, squeezing my cock rhythmically, causing the sperm to boil in my balls. To further speed up my impending climax, my position enabled me to look between the front legs of the goat, right down to where Katt was eagerly working her mouth over the goat’s cock.
It wasn’t a terribly impressive staff, judging from what I could see of it. Sort of like a medium-sized man’s, maybe a little thinner. It was also bright red, even more so than the dog cocks I’d seen earlier. Kind of candy apple red, or maybe crimson – or scarlet. Either way, it made a striking contrast to his white coat. As for how long it was, well, it was kind of hard to tell when it was halfway down Katt’s throat. But whatever length it had, she was deepthroating every inch of it.
The goat was starting to get into it, I could see… rather than just passively letting her suck him, he started to fuck her face. Interestingly, he wasn’t moving in a blur, like the dog and pig had done, but seemed content to screw her at a leisurely pace. I could see from the length of his thrusts that his cock had to be at least 4 inches, and that was just what her had going in and out. Probably 1-2 inches never left her mouth. A pretty decent length, especially considering the light build of the goat. I wondered briefly whether he, like the pigs, belonged to a particularly big-dicked race of goats. Then I stopped wondering, and resuming my own fuck. I’d paused briefly, you see, to avoid cumming before I’d brought Katt off.
I could feel, by the rapid contractions of her pussy, that she was getting close. No surprise, either – catgirl shemales cum faster and harder than ordinary girls. Why? Well, y’see, due to the large cock mounted over the pussy, there isn’t room to put the clit there, so the geneticists moved it a goodly way down. Far enough down to ensure that it got a serious grinding every time she got fucked. It also meant that she couldn’t frig it while getting screwed, but everything comes at a price, see? Anyway, what mattered at that point was that I was rapidly grinding Katt towards a clitoral/vaginal combination orgasm, and if I gauged it just right, I would be able to add my own cum to the cocktail!
Pardon the bad pun… I assure you, it was (almost) unintentional.
When the climax hit her, her pussy clamped down on my cock like a bear trap… gritting my teeth, I took advantage of her plentiful lubrication, and launched into a series of rapid jabs, speeding up her orgasm, and starting my own. Believe me, there’s nothing quite like cumming in a climaxing cunt. The contractions just seems to milk your cock dry… And I suspect that Katt was getting more than her share of the pleasure. She was shaking, causing her firm boobs to wobble beneath her, and her eyes were closed. She was sucking on the goat so hard that his cock disappeared all the way down to the sheath, where he stopped. Apparently, the suction was powerful enough to keep him from pulling back out.
It also seemed to be powerful enough to suck the sperm right out of his balls. Braying loudly, he came in her mouth, filling it to overflowing, and pumping copious amounts of it into her throat. I knew that, because I could see her throat… she was swallowing repeatedly. Then, a couple of minutes later, the goat jumped off her back and walked away, with the characteristic animal indifference. I, too, pulled back, feeling completely exhausted. As soon as I was out of her, she twirled around and went down on my cock, surprising me completely. I felt her skilled tongue run rapidly around my cock, cleaning off the mixture of her pussy juice and my sperm. Then, she pulled back, and carefully wiped her saliva off with her furry paws. Smiling my thanks, I stuffed my rapidly deflating cock back into my underwear, and pulled my pants up.
Sated for the moment, we turned around to take a look at Purr and the bull. Our little thryst must have taken 10-15 minutes, but he was still going at it, showing no signs of tiring or slowing down. Purr, however, seemed to be almost catatonic.
Another bad pun… I just don’t know what’s wrong with me today.
Her head was rolling around on her neck, wobbling every time the bull thrust heavily into her ass. The black blindfold was soaked with sweat, and spittle ran in a thin line from the corners of her mouth. Elbowing me in the side, Katt lead my attention towards the buckets of horse sperm at the sides of the mating bench… I took a closer look at them, and noticed that the white cum had a thin layer of yellow fluid on top of it. Apparently, Purr had lost bladder control during the ferociously bestial fuck.
Looking around, I saw that Carl apparently hadn’t moved at all. He was still just standing there, staring at Purr and the bull. The front of his pants bulged out dangerously, seemingly about ready to burst, and even from this distance, I could see the wet stain at the top of the bulge. Laughing quietly, I decided to help the poor man out a bit, and went into the sheep’s enclosure. The huge, curly horns easily identified the ram, and even if it hadn’t been for those, I would have spotted him pretty quickly. His cock was hidden under him, probably covered in wool, but his ball-sac was hanging down between his hind legs, clearly visible. I’m telling you, it nearly touched the ground! Those stones must have been the size of golf balls… I could only guess at the amounts of sperm they were able to put out.
He was a bit more rambunctious than the goat, snorting in annoyance when I tugged at his horns, but he had apparently been trained somewhat. He followed me out stall, to the middle of the barn where Katt waited expectantly. I could see her eyes light up when she saw his sac… amazing that she could continue to be horny after all that had already happened. As she licked her lips expectantly, I explained my plan in a matter-of-factly tone. “You know, goats and sheep are rather closely related… so, I was wondering if you could taste the difference.” She nodded eagerly, her face taking on a hungry expression. I continued. “Also, I think that our host is feeling a lot of pressure at the moment… I’ll try to convince him to release some of it, for the sake of his health. You just get started, and I’ll go talk to him.”
She dived for the ram’s cock as soon as I finished talking. The expression on his face went from ornery to horny in a flash, and he wasted no time jumping onto her back and fucking his thick tool into her mouth. Cause it was thick, all right… maybe twice as thick as the goat’s cock, but possessing the same scarlet hue. It also seemed to be slightly shorter. I watched for a few minutes, as the slightly visible bulge on her throat began to move forwards and backwards, before turning my back on it and walking over to Carl. I tried to talk to him, but to no avail, he ignored me completely. I couldn't really blame him, though – the display he was watching was getting weirder by the moment.
I could see that the bull was sweating too, now. He was breathing hard, causing his nose ring to swing wildly. But he was still going strong, not even slowing down. However, as I watched, he suddenly stopped. Then, he pushed forwards fully, burrowing his foot-long cock inside her completely. He moohed loudly, the sound bordering on a roar, and then we both heard a muffled, splattering sound. There was no doubt that he was cumming inside Purr’s ass, and cumming hard enough for it to be audible out here. Purr trashed in her bonds, presumably climaxing for god-alone-knows-which-time. Despite the fact that her sphincter was stretched impossibly tight around the bull’s thick cock, the pressure that rapidly build in her intestine caused some of the cum to bubble thickly out around the edges, running down to join the horse-cum and catgirl-piss in the buckets.
But it was only a fraction of it that escaped. Most of his massive load stayed inside her, inflating her innards to the limit. As it had happened with the horse, her otherwise flat stomach began to bulge out from the pressure, making her look several months pregnant. But last time, the beast had lost interest at that point, and gone away, allowing the cum to drain out again. This bull, as Carl had predicted, wasn’t about to stop. As soon as he’d finished emptying his balls, he began to move again, making her distended belly wobble along with her full breasts. I imagine it must have felt quite uncomfortable.
I stared at the scene, continuing more than half an hour after it had started. Then, I shook my head, reminding myself that I’d come to shake Carl out of his trance, not enter it myself. After tugging uselessly at his arm a few times, I reached out and manually turned his head away form the display. He stared right through me for a few seconds, before blinking a few times, apparently returning to the rest of the world. “Look, Carl…” I started “I can understand that you want to watch, but if you don’t get something done about that little problem, there…” I pointed at his crotch “…sometime pretty soon, you’ll end up getting medical problems.” He looked down, seemingly noticing his raging hard-on for the first time. I smiled, pointing behind me. “Look, why don’t you go over there? I’m sure Katt is keeping a hole open for you.”
I don’t know how the ram felt about his first blow-job, but I doubt any male creature could have failed to be exited by her skilled throat. Either way, he apparently considered it to be a satisfactionary substitute for a sheep’s pussy, and was humping it heavily. Katt was gulping loudly, swallowing his thick cock, but she also found the time to shake her butt invitingly at Carl. Not one to let a lady wait, he practically ran over, fumbling with the front of his pants to open them. When he finally got them open, his cock popped out and pointed directly upwards, shaking lightly in its rigidity. Carl is very well equipped, mind you… enough so to make me slightly jealous. And at the moment, it was obviously as big and hard as it ever got. Even the veins that ran up and down it were distended, covering the length of it with a pulsing web.
As he kneeled behind Katt, I could see that he actually had a hard time forcing the cockhead down on level with her holes… it was that stiff. He paused, then, seemingly trying to decide between her holes, as I had done it earlier. His choice, however, was different. Holding his cock down with one hand, he gripped Katt’s slim waist with the other, and guided the throbbing head of his rigid member into her well-lubricated asshole. It had regained all of its delicious tightness with just half an hour of rest, after the rapid pig-fuck she’d received earlier, but Carl’s cock was hard as a ramrod, and easily forced the resisting sphincter open. She moaned into the cock that filled her gullet, and I imagined that she could clearly feel the throbbing veins that surrounded his shaft.
Grunting unintelligibly, he forced his cock into her with slow, hard thrusts, pushing her head forwards into the crotch of the ram. She was now deep-throating every inch of the beastial cockshaft, swallowing until her lips touched the woolly sheath. With Carl in her ass, and the powerfully build ram in her mouth, she hardly needed to move herself, though – their hard thrusts buffeted her between them like a rag doll. And she was enjoying every minute of it. Below her belly, I could see her cock standing out from her lap, dripping on the floor. After a moment of confusion, I realized that it was pussy juice, running down the length of her rigid member to drip from the purple cockhead – something that had never occurred to me before.
Satisfied that Carl was getting some too, I turned to watch Purr again. The bull was starting to show visible signs of fatigue, but the fire in his eyes made it clear that he would continue to fuck until he had emptied his balls again. The added lubrication provided by his previous load had eased the task somewhat, but he was still faced with having to keep a lot of body mass moving constantly, for a very long time. Perversely, Purr seemed to have gotten her second wind. She was moving around now, moaning lustily through the gag, breathing hard through her nose. She actually humped back to meet his thrusts, insuring that her buns impacted with his mammoth balls – I could actually see that her asscheeks were reddening some, as if she’d been spanked!
Making a quick decision, I walked over to her head and removed the blindfold and gag. I had expected her to wince from the sudden light, but she didn’t even blink. Her eyes seemed glazed over, staring feverishly into space, actually looking right through me. Her only reaction to the removal of the gag was that she started breathing through her mouth. She seemed to be in some sort of sexual trance, concentrated entirely on the ridiculously oversized cock in her ass, and ignoring all other stimuli. As I watched, she suddenly started shaking, blinking rapidly and huffing loudly for a few minutes, then returning to her previous concentration. From the looks of it, I guessed that she had just experienced an anal orgasm, and from her minimal reaction to it, I guessed that it was simply the latest in a loooooong series of them.
The explanation, I suspect, lies in the fact that her annalistic add-on also included an increased capability for anal orgasm. Most normal girls could get them too, but only rarely. Effectively, Purr’s nervous system had been ‘hotwired’ to her ass, to create frequent and powerful anal orgasms. If my memory serves me right, the design even fixed it so that the bigger the anal intrusion, the greater the orgasms. Well, half an hour – wait, it’s more like 40-45 minutes by now – of hard bull-dicking had apparently overloaded her system. Continuous orgasms had wracked her mind, and left nothing but the desire for more. Fortunately, the designers had predicted that. This sort of thing would have counted as a form of sexual brainwashing for a normal woman, possibly causing permanent character changes, but Purr would recover from it within an hour after the bull had finished. It’s not just the catgirls’ physique that is superb, their psyche is just as resilient.
Even that sight didn’t manage to resurrect my dick. I’m only human, after all, and I probably wouldn’t be able to get it up again that day. So, after watching Purr for a few more minutes, I turned towards Katt instead. I couldn’t really judge it for the ram, but Carl certainly seemed to be getting closer. He was humping like a man possessed, holding nothing back. Obviously, I had managed to convince him that the catgirls’ apparent delicateness was completely illusional. Or maybe he just didn’t care anymore. I don’t think he even noticed who, or what, he was fucking – he was looking unwaveringly at Purr’s predicament while thrusting into Katt, still completely captivated by the sight of it.
Then, in a statistically improbable coincidence, Carl and the ram froze at the same time. He roared, and the ram baaah’ed deeply, as they came simultaneously into Katt. With spurting cocks buried in two of her cavities, and rivers of cum flooding into her intestines from both direction, Katt shook in what looked like 2-3 orgasms piled on top of each other. Her throat contracted repeatedly as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of ram-cum, not letting as much as a drop escape her lips. Her ass was less fortunate – as Carl pulled back, she were incapable of closing her sphincter fast enough to stop a small river of cum from running out. Mixed with her anal lubricant, it ran down her ass-crack to mix with her pussy juice, thus becoming even thinner. Finally, it joined the constant stream of lovejuice running down her cockshaft to drip form the head.
In spite of the virility suggested by the size of his cock, Carl apparently didn’t have much more staying power than I did. It was only his second time that day, but after having spent his balls in Katt’s ass, his cock slowly wilted. As usual, Katt swiftly cleaned his cock off before he stuffed it back in his pants, and stood up. Apparently his session with Katt had cleared his brain some, and he looked less absent-minded now. While he put the ram back in its enclosure, Katt and I walked back to the breeding bench to watch the conclusion of Purr’s bull rape. It had been around 55 minutes since it started, now, and it was clear that the bull was running out of steam. He was huffing and wheezing like an old locomotive, but he still continued to screw her with the strength and regularity of a well-lubricated machine… a comparison that wasn’t far from the truth.
Carl, who had joined us at the front row, center, also noticed the apparent fatigue of the bull, and worriedly checked the ropes that would keep its weight suspended, should it collapse on top of Purr. Apparently satisfied that they would hold out, he returned to us, and we watched together as the hour-long fuck went into the final sprint. The bull, apparently sensing that it wouldn’t last much longer, decided that he had to get business over with in a hurry, and started speeding up. Tired as he was, his raw strength still managed to propel him into a fairly high speed. They weren’t exactly screwing like minks, but relative to cock size, it was the fastest fuck I had ever seen. A full foot of thick, hot, steel-hard bull-cock disappeared into Purr’s hypersensitive ass in less than a second, heralding its complete penetration with the smack of his balls hitting her ass. Then, the whole long foot was pulled back out again, just as quickly, puling her lubricated asshole along for an inch or so. Every time, it looked as if she was about to get turned inside out. No amount of lubrication could change the fact that it was a very tight fit, and the friction had made the area around the asshole itself take on an angry, red color.
As planned, the increased speed brought the fatigued bull to a climax within minutes, and for the second time within an hour, he blasted a cum-load into Purr’s intestines. Her stomach had remained slightly swollen after the last time, somewhere around 3-4 months pregnant. Now, with another huge load getting pumped into her, her stomach grew further as the flexible tissue inside of her gave way. We could see how she was actually lifted slightly off the bench by her growing belly, and by the time the bull stopped cumming, she looked 8-9 months pregnant. The bull, having spent every energy resource in his body, collapsed completely. The ropes creaked ominously, but held. He was far too weak to move, and his cock remained within her while it softened rapidly. Still brainwashed by the massive amount of pleasure she had received, Purr continued to move against him, rubbing her asshole along the now soft tissue of his cock. But while it softened, it lost none of its girth, and it continued to effectively plug her ass, keeping gallons of cum trapped within her.
I turned towards Carl to ask him a rather rhetorical question – what he thought of the show, to be exact – but when I saw his face I realized that his expression wasn’t one of lustful excitement, but one of worry. “Something wrong?” I asked, wondering what the problem was. He bit his lower lip. “I dunno. I think I’ve forgotten something… I KNOW I’ve forgotten something. Something important…” He continued to stare at the unlikely couple on the mating bench with a wrinkled brow, thinking so hard that I could almost hear the cogs and wheels moving in his head. Then, his face suddenly cleared. “Now I remember! The bull, I just remembered that I always have to take him outside right after having used a pill on him! It’s because, you see, after working so hard, he always have to take a piss, and there’s usually enough to make a mess of the stables.” He stared at the 750 kilograms of beef that lay passive on top of Purr. “How on earth are we going to get him out?” “Isn’t he usually that bombed after having spent an hour fucking cows?” I asked, all bemused by the idea of what was about to happen. “No, no, cows aren’t halfway as tight as your catgirl. He’s not all that well equipped, for a bull, and when fucking a cow, he’d meet little or no resistance. But with Purr, he had to work against the friction and tightness for every inch, so of course he’s spent more energy.”
Together, we stared at the bull, knowing that there was no way of preventing what was about to happen, and not really wanting to either. Purr, meanwhile, was making a swift recovery. The stimulation in her ass had seized, and now her mind was rapidly reconstructing herself. A few minutes later, she was grinning excitedly in our direction. “That was amazing, masterrr…” Then she craned her neck to look at the bull. “When can I get up?” “The bull’s exhausted, and even Katt’s not strong enough to move him… we’ll have to wait ‘till he’s gotten his breath.” I answered truthfully. She just nodded, and relaxed in her bonds, seemingly still enjoying the feeling of the soft cock in her ass, and the huge quantities of sperm trapped within her. We just stood there, waiting for some sign that the bull was about to relax his bladder.
Suddenly, he lifted his horned head, and mooh’ed weakly, before collapsing against the ropes again. At the same time, Purr’s eyes – which had been half-closed as she relaxed after the strenuous session – flew wide open, and her head snapped up. She blinked stupidly a few times, before squealing and struggling weakly against her bonds. None of us needed to ask what was going on. It was clear that the bull, incapable of moving, had decided to piss regardless. His soft cock offered no resistance, but the orifice he was pissing into was already stuffed full of sperm. Now, I don’t know how large a bull bladder is, but I do know that in the old days, kids who lived on farms often used inflated pig-bladders for footballs. That should give you some idea of how expandable those things are. And it was pretty clear that the bull’s bladder had been inflated to the rock-hard point. We could even hear the hiss as the pressurized fluid ran through his cock, forcing its way into Purr’s intestines, inflating her like a balloon. Before our unbelieving eyes, her already enormous belly began to inflate further as a gallon or more of piss was forced into it. Her distended belly went from her crotch to her breasts, just like a pregnancy, and she truly looked like somebody who was 9 months pregnant – with twins. Or maybe triplets.
Having emptied both balls and bladder in the bound up catgirl, the bull relaxed again, gathering his strength to move away. I wondered casually whether the buckets at the sides of the mating bench would be able to take all the stuff, that would come flooding out, as soon as he pulled himself together enough to pull out. That thought led to another, and a lightbulb appeared in my head. I turned to Katt to give her an order, but she just winked, nodded, and ran off towards the house… her ability to know what I’m thinking is almost scary. Almost like being married. But useful, sometimes. She returned, five minutes later, carrying the butt-plug. Not A butt-plug, but THE butt-plug. That’s how we always refer to the oversized plug that only Purr can take, and only after she has been prepped by something else. I figured that it was big enough to stay in, even with the laxness that her recent fuck would have caused in the sphincter.
It took another five minutes before the bull lifted his head, snorted, and started backing away. I stayed as close to their interlocking organs as I dared, waiting for the moment when the head popped out. Then, as the final inch of slimy cock flopped out of her, is pushed the plug into her wide-open anus. It went part of the way in, but then I met resistance – the fluids within her wanted to escape, and my strength wasn’t enough to stop them. Just as piss-mixed sperm began to bubble out around the edges of the plug, Katt appeared on the other side of the bench, and put her paws on the plug as well. With her inhuman strength added to mine, the humongous plug began to sink in, until Purr’s well-worn ass finally closed around the bottom, locking it in. The pressure from within became obvious as soon as we released it, though, forcing it outwards, causing the area around the base to bulge out some. But it wasn’t enough. The plug stayed in.
Having done that, we loosened Purr’s bonds, and helped her stand. Her huge belly made it difficult for her to maintain her balance, and she was incapable of moving with her customary grace. But she looked incredibly cute, and for a moment, I regretted not having gotten the Perpetually Pregnant add-on. Smiling at my two catgirls, I watched as Carl led the exhausted bull back to its fold, and also noticed that it was starting to get kind of twilight-ish outside. Everybody were exhausted – except, maybe, Katt – and we all decided to stop our sex-play for now. It was time for a good supper, and a good night’s sleep. I wasn’t too sure about how good a night Purr would get, though, since I fully intended to let her keep her cum-belly until the next day.
That was the first day on the farm… we stayed there for five more days, and there were many memorable moments. Such as the following day, where we all fucked Purr’s supertight pussy, before she was allowed to remove the plug. Or the day after, where Katt demonstrated her virility by fucking the brains out of all the sheep AND all the nanny goats. There was also the evening where Purr managed to maneuver Siegfried (the dog), the ram and the goat into a three-way fuck. The logistics of that was not what you’d call easy, but the sight of it was worth the trouble. Carl and me got our rocks off frequently as well, usually while one of the catgirl’s other holes were filled by one of the animals. Katt also impressed by locking her jaws around the tip of the horse’s cock – an impressive feat all by itself – and jacking him off with his hands until he came in her mouth. She then drunk down every drop of it, letting none go to waste. As if that wasn’t enough, she even duplicated Purr’s feat with the bull by somehow coaxing the horse into peeing in her mouth as well. Admittedly, the horse didn’t cum or piss in quite the same quantities as the bull, but she certainly deserved a pat on the head for it, don’t you think?
Katt also got to try the horse in her pussy, after much begging and coaxing. The bull, however, remained off-limits to her no matter how much she pleaded. She really dug the horse, I’ll tell you, she pretty much climaxed non-stop from the moment his cockhead touched her pussy, and until he pulled out after shooting his load. Purr then lapped up his cum as it leaked from her pussy, in a beautiful display of sisterly affection. There were many other memorable scenes, but if I were to describe them all in detail, I’d still be sitting here at Christmas. Let’s just say that it was one hell of a week, and that the girls would have been very sore in all their holes afterwards, if they hadn’t been catgirls. Six days after my arrival, Carl and I parted as friends, and I promised to visit him again the next time I had a vacation. He promised to keep the farm running, so that we would have something to return to. He also said that he’d try to increase his selection, with some more male animals for his existing herds, and some new species altogether – such as donkey and mule. And he’d definitely get some more dogs.
The trip back was uneventful, but traveling is rarely fun. Even though it was a short trip, it was tiring, especially for Purr – she’d slept badly for several nights during the trip, for various reasons. By the time I parked the car in my garage, she was dropping off to sleep, and as soon as we entered she went to the bathroom to prepare for bed. Katt and I decided to get a little bite of something to eat before going to bed as well. We sat around the kitchen table, eating cookies and talking about the vacation, reminiscing on some of the more obscene events. It was while we talked, that I realized that something important had happened, without me even noticing. At some indiscernible point, Katt and Purr had stopped being bought-and-paid-for sex-toys, and become lovers. I cared for them… no, I loved them! I didn’t care that they had been made-to-order in a gene-tank. They were real, living creatures, with their own will and desires. Bit by bit, they had freed themselves of some of the mental barriers they had been constructed with, and gained greater and greater freedom. They were no longer slaves to my will, but obeyed me out of love and respect. That though filled me with happiness, as I thought about our future together…
THE END
Well… I guess not, not really. I wasn’t going to tell you this, you know, but somehow, I feel that you’ve got a right to know – a right to know what happened there. Maybe I shouldn’t put this into writing… ah, what the hell, here goes nothing!
While we sat there, I realized that the memories that stood clearest in my mind, from the trip, usually involved Katt’s cock. I particularly remembered the way it looked during her session with Carl and the Ram, how it stood out from her belly while pussy-juice dripped from the tip. Every time I thought of it, my asshole seemed to somehow itch. It didn’t take me long to realize what I was thinking about, but I firmly pushed it aside – after all, I wasn’t gay, was I? Then again, Katt wasn’t a guy either, cock or no cock. I’d had anal sex with her in the past, and that hadn’t been gay, had it? Still… did I really want to? Katt and Purr had been build for that sort of thing. I wasn’t. God, or evolution, or whoever created me, never intended for the particular act I had in mind. But then, why this annoying itch in my ass? Well, as a clever sod once said, you can’t be anally fixated if you don’t have an anus. Maybe this was why I always preferred assfucking?
A better question: Why was I even asking those question? When the mail had come from Carl, I had jumped into it without a second thought, and it had turned out wonderfully. Yes, that was the only way to try something new – just leap into it, and see where it leads. Yes… clearing my throat, I spoke with false confidence. “Uhh, Katt? I’m getting pretty horny from all these memories.” Katt nodded. “Sure, master. Want to fuck me?” It was a rhetorical question, but I was about to surprise her. “No, Katt, that wasn’t what I had in mind.” She looked speculative for moment, then her face cleared. “Oh! You finally want to try me?” “What do you mean?” I asked, taken aback by her ready reply. “You finally want to try my cock, right? I was wondering when you’d ask.” I stared for a moment, swallowed, and nodded. “How did you know?” I asked, suddenly sweating. She just grinned. “I’ve noticed how you often look at my cock… and it’s not jealous looks either. You probably don’t even think about it.” I could only shrug at that. The very though had not appeared to me until minutes ago.
“There’s a problem, though… you don’t self-lubricate, the way we do.” She continued, posing a problem that hadn’t even occurred to me. Since Katt and Purr produced their own, natural lubrication, there wasn’t a single tube of artificial lube in the house. But before I could figure out a solution, Katt solved her own problem. With a wink in my direction, she got up and removed her clothing – she was still wearing the traveling-attire, you see. Then, she spread her legs wide apart, and bent forwards… and forwards… and forwards. Her feline spine, many times more flexible than any human’s, allowed her to curl into a ball, placing her mouth directly in front of her rapidly hardening cock. Stunned, I watched as she closed her mouth around the cockhead, and proceeded to inhale her own cock. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her do it, but it was close – she spent so much of her time pleasuring her sister or me, that she rarely had time to pleasure herself.
She bobbed her head rapidly, swallowing and releasing her cock, letting her little, pink tongue run around it all the time. Then, after a few minutes, she unfurled herself and smiled at me. Her cock glistened with saliva, effectively lubricated. “Are you ready, master?” She asked, still smiling. Steeling myself, I nodded, and took off my clothes. It felt rather strange to have her call me master, considering that I was assuming a submissive position now. I placed myself over one of the kitchen chairs, supporting my stomach, and keeping my ass high in the air. Katt purred gently as she approached, and somehow the sound soothed me. I knew, after all, that she was completely incapable of injuring her master. She would do as I asked, but she would stop the moment she hurt me.
I drew my breath in sharply as I felt the wet cockhead touch my asshole. That was the point of no return… my last chance to chicken out. But I didn’t. Instead, I gritted my teeth, and held on to the chair with both hands, letting Katt set the pace. She placed one hand on top of my ass, keeping it steady, while the other guided her cock forwards. Slowly, the pressure on my sphincter increased – somewhat unpleasant, but not really painful – and I consciously tried to relax it, letting her in. Then, with a pop, her cockhead was inside. That’s when the pain came. A stretching kind of pain. Her shaft was completely rigid, hard as steel, and it held open my untried anus unmercifully. She waited, not moving an inch, while my body adjusted to the unexpected intrusion. Minutes ticked by. Bit by bit, the pain receded, and I breathed easier.
Now, Katt placed both of her furry paws on my haunches, the same way I’d frequently seen her do it with Purr, and started pushing forwards. The sphincter was the tight part, it seemed – the rest of my innards didn’t have any trouble adjusting to the girth of the intruder. There was a tense spot, after about two inches, where my innards apparently turned upwards a bit, but Katt was aware of that, and steered her cock accordingly. I wasn’t really sure how deep she was getting, but I could feel how inch after spittle-covered inch slid through the ring of my asshole. Then, suddenly, I felt it as she hit bone. Or at least something very close to it. Looking back questioningly, she grinned down at me. “Almost 7 inches master… not bad for the first time.” I nodded. Yes, that was right… the lower intestine made a sharp turn (we’re talking 90 here…) to the side, after around 6-7 inches. Nothing that possessed any sort of rigidity could pass through there. One of the main changes on the insides of the catgirls was the elimination of that bend – in the Anallistic model, it was taken to extremes, of course. But I was no catgirl, and there was no way she’d get any more inside of me. Anyway, she didn’t really have much more. Maybe another inch, but that’s it.
Now, holding tightly onto my waist, she started fucking me slowly, sliding the wet she-cock in and out gently. It didn’t really hurt much, but I could feel that my sphincter still wasn’t too happy about the idea. For me, it was something entirely new. It wasn’t pleasure, at least not the way I had known it so far. My cock hung limply, unaffected by the events. But somehow, it felt right. The movement was scratching that itch I mentioned earlier, and the heat that radiated from her blood-filled shaft and engorged head was starting to spread though my entire lower body. As she picked up speed, I felt my asshole gradually giving up the fight and relaxing completely, eliminating the sole source of discomfort. She was superb at gauging her thrust, never pushing far enough to hit the bend and cause pain, only gliding through the 7 inches that now eagerly accepted her shaft.
As the pace quickened further she leaned over me, rubbing her erect nibbles on my back, and adding some more punch to her thrusts. Then, she suddenly changed her strategy completely. The increasingly rapid thrusts seized, and instead she made them longer. Before I knew what was happening, she was pulling all the way out of me ever time, only to push back through my apathetic sphincter with unerring accuracy. Every thrust finished exactly on the bend, just touching the place where it couldn’t go further. By that time, I was starting to feel something that could only be defined as pleasure, although it was an entirely different sort than the one I knew. The heat and the movement were starting to feel good. That was all there really was to it.
Then, she took me aback again. In one smooth movement, she altered her position, standing upright, and stopping the long, grinding thrusts. Instead, she went superfast, much quicker than she had done before. Her superhuman concentration still allowed her to stop her thrusts before the bend, but in a way it annoyed me. I would have liked to feel her thighs hitting my asscheeks as she speeded up, but with that bend in the way, she simply couldn’t stuff that final inch into me. Meanwhile, the rapid movement was starting to generate a lot of friction heat at the asshole itself, in spite of the lubrication. Pain was starting to appear, but the pleasure rose at the same time. I didn’t have what could be called a climax, but the moment when I felt her shemale cum spray deep into my ass, spurting from the end of her hot, rigid cock, I knew that it wouldn’t be the last time I tried it. It was very different from fucking, getting fucked. But somehow, I knew that having tried it once, I would never be able to forget the feeling again. As Katt leaned over me, mashing her large breasts against my back and purring in my ear, while her cock was still buried in my backside, I reveled in the knowledge that a new world had been opened for me.
The End
(This time I mean it…)
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I love your Catgirls stories. All of them. I know you didn't plan on writing any more, but could I possibly make a request?
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