Olivia lives with her family on a modest farm right outside of town. The omnivorous animal girls they're keeping do the usual animal stuff of gobbling each other up for dominance, mindlessly shitting all over the place, and of course, engaging in fierce, interspecific and incestual breeding. As such, they aren't that much unlike Olivia herself.
Work Text:The morning sun was shining brightly, painting the fields in its golden touch and beating down on Olivia as she strolled along the coarse road leading to the barn, whistling a jolly tune. There was a carefree spring to her steps. The vacation had begun yesterday, and the entire summer lay in front of her. It would mean that she'd have to help out with a lot more stuff around the farm, sure, but her mommy had promised her the afternoons off if she just took care of all of her tasks in the mornings.
And, which was perhaps the single best part of summer vacation, there wouldn't be any homework. Ms. Hino could take those English booklets of hers and shove them up her ass. Well, she probably did so anyway. Last time Olivia had gotten back her graded homework there'd been some suspicious brown stains on the paper.
Despite the lingering chill in the air, the cloudless, blue sky promised a splendid day. Olivia tugged at the collar of her tank top, which struggled immensely to contain the two soft fuckpillows that were her tits. Her tanned belly and abs were left on display. Other than her top, she wore a straw hat, a pair of hide cowgirl boots, and some tight leather chaps that did a glorious job at showing off the throbbing bulge of her horsecock. It wasn't anything she'd ever be seen wearing around school, but at the farm, efficiency came before aesthetic.
As the cowgirls heard her approaching the large, red-painted barn that was their abode, they broke out into a loud, descant song of mooing.
"G'morning, girls!"
Olivia pushed open the large doors, letting the sunlight wash over the dark insides of the building. Immediately, she was met with a rank wall. It was the musky stench of a dozen unwashed cowgirls who had just spent the night wallowing in their own fetid dung, mingled with that of their greasy, bovine girlcocks. The floor was a swamp of shit, showing not a single hint of the straw beneath, and there was a visible carpet of steam above it.
All twelve cowgirls separated themselves from each other's various orifices and came eagerly waddling towards Olivia, hands and kneecaps splashing through the brown sludge. Their tits and balls were dragging through it, massive as they were. The cowgirls had been inbred for many generations to allow for them to produce as much "milk" as possible, and the rate at which their bodies currently churned it could put most human hyper producers to shame.
Of course, this also meant they produced many a byproduct in equally vast quantities, and a lot more cleaning had to be done. Not because the bovine girls didn't like bathing in their own sewage, but because even the most filth-loving slut of an animal girl had a hard time breathing when buried under sixteen feet of manure. The cow shit made for an excellent fertilizer for the fields, so all of the cleaning work was worth it in the end, despite the crops tendency to end up on the slightly malformed side, and the prominent tinge of cowgirl ass-slime to their taste.
Even the calves were obscenely well-endowed, their both pairs of swollen milk tanks sloshing and gurgling as they and their elders gathered around their mistress to sniff at her ass and bulge, and probe at them with their long, rough cowgirl tongues.
"Hey, I'm not the one who's s'posed to get milked!" Olivia giggled, though she had already begun pulling off her chaps.
As her pants fell, her morning wood jutted out in front of her like a thick, horizontal tree trunk. The seven feet of girlmeat was pulsating rhythmically, sending thick wads of precum onto the faces of the cowgirls in front of her.
"Moo!" they happily exclaimed. "Moo, moo!"
Behind her, several cowgirls were shoving each other into the muck as they battled over which one should be the first to slide their bovine cock into Olivia's musky shithole. She had to remind them that it was large enough to accommodate all of them at once. Besides, they were free to use her pussy and bladder to their hearts' content too.
Being ruminants, it probably went without saying that cowgirls were one of the gassier types of animal girls out there. One would expect that the farts and belches of a girl living primarily on grass and hay couldn't be that bad, maybe even pleasant, but then one would also be completely wrong. As anyone who'd ever been closer than a mile to a grazing kine could testify, their gas-blasts were repugnant. Their farts were wet and meaty, oftentimes expelling more diarrhea than air, and their burps were bowel-deep and contained as much sulfur as methane.
It didn't help that Olivia's cattle had been specifically bred to be ferocious omnivores. Other than the normal stuff, their diet consisted of the various small vermin found around the farm, their fellow cowgirls' scat and bodily fluids, and sometimes each other. You knew you'd bred a strong specimen when the first thing she did after sliding out of her mommy's cunt was healthily gulp her down and churn her into a creamy gunk for sustenance.
As far as Olivia knew, the most productive cowgirl her family had ever had, they'd found alone in the barn the morning after she'd been born, sleeping soundly on a lumpy belly several times her size. It'd taken all family members several days of non-stop milking before she'd run dry after that, and after picking out all of the bones from her shit, they'd been able to fertilize twenty whole acres of farmland with it. Determined to keep this beast of a cowgirl's bloodline running, the at the time daughters of the family had taken it upon themselves to act as her broodmares (or, well, broodhumans) and give birth to her calves. Most of their current cowgirls were descended from her by various forms of extreme endogamy that made their family tree look more like a web, but there had yet to be another one as voracious and profitable as the ancestor.
That didn't stop them from trying though. One of the current calves was especially promising. She was lugging around a pair of lusciously gurgling balls, massive even for cowgirl standards, and there was still a tail hanging out of her bulging shaft. There'd been fifteen cowgirls yesterday, if Olivia recalled correctly. She would've been worried they'd all get eaten too soon, if the cowgirls hadn't also been able to pump out calves at an equal pace.
One of the cowgirls had lined up her head with Olivia's horsecock, and was probing her urethra with a slimy tongue. Coming with a pair of natural handles, also known as horns, Olivia had no difficulty jamming her entire length into the cowgirl's throat. The latter hacked and wheezed, and managed to let out a rancid belch straight into her mistress' cock, which Olivia could have sworn made her balls inflate a bit. After the initial surprise, she began sucking as diligently as only a true slut could do, despite her face gradually losing its color from asphyxiation.
At the same time, the three cow gals who'd won the mud wrestling behind her simultaneously thrust their massive, filthy cocks deep into Olivia's bowels, while another four begrudgingly took the half-horsegirl in her pussy and vaginal urethra, double-penetrating both. The other, slightly less dominant cowgirls, were circling about, searching for an opening. A couple of them managed to get their dicks in Olivia's hands and get her to jerk them off, but the other ones had to settle for the holes of their peers.
And so, Olivia found herself as the center and sole human participant of a thirteen-way cowgirl orgy. The ones behind her took the liberty to push her face-first into the brown, foot-deep goop.
"Hey, take it easy back there, will ya?" Olivia scolded her cattle when her face reemerged from the sludge.
The impact had finally caused her tank top to lose the struggle against her breasts, and as they spilled out, there was immediately a pair of fat, slick cowcocks pushing against her nipples. She let go of a cowgirl-worthy burp of her own, brought forth by all of the shit she'd just swallowed, and groaned from the two phalluses invading her tits and eliciting creamy milk from her mammary glands.
The one calf with the massive balls slapped Olivia across the face with her juicy cock, slathering her with cockcheese. Having just finished swallowing the prey that'd been her own sisters, her balls were audibly churning into overdrive. Her cock burped up a strand of slimy, translucent gel that landed perfectly between Olivia's eyes and over the tip of her nose, forming an arrow to the plump lips that would soon be wrapped around the sheath of that glorious, bovine girlcock.
With ten cocks inside of her, Olivia felt rather full. She urged her cowgirls to get going with their orgasms. At its core, the point of the milking session was not necessarily to bring them pleasure. They had each other for that.
The bovines were relatively clever animal girls, and if there was one word they understood, it was "cum". They mooed in a choir of orgasmic pleasure as they began ballooning their mistress with hot, virile cow semen, pissing it into her until she felt like she was but a sphere of flesh. Her belly got exceptionally filled, as she had the thick remains of three late cowgirls ejaculated into it.
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Olivia managed to stand up, and with her belly dragging through the swamp and cum leaking from her every hole, she hobbled over to the milking machines that sat upon the concrete platform that covered about a quarter of the barn at its far short side. There was a metal fence gate at the top of the steps leading up to it, so that the cowgirls wouldn't go meddling with them while not under supervision.
While the barn grew ripe with the sound and smell of the cowgirls' usual post coitus gas-expulsion, Olivia unlocked the gate with a key from the chain slung around her belt, which was the only article of clothing she'd entered the building with that wasn't currently buried under a foot of cowgirl shit. Slipping through it, she went up to one of the machines. It looked a bit like some sort of shower, although without any curtains, and made by a designer who must have been very obsessed with dangling shower heads. Those were pumps, actually, and as Olivia stepped into it, she began attaching them to her orifices; her mouth, her tits, and her three nether holes. She also went on and attached one to her cock. Despite no cowgirl having used her penial urethra as a sex toy today, it never hurt to drain her balls of her own teenager spunk. The company buying the milk from them seldom checked if any of it actually came from the cowgirls or not, and if they meant to do a check-up today, Olivia was positive she'd be able to persuade them to look the other way by offering them some alone-time with her shithole.
After she'd put the tight straps meant to constrain the cowgirls around her waist and throat, she reached out and pressed the start button. The pumps came to life immediately, the little whisk-like apparatuses within them spinning at incredible speed to stimulate Olivia's every hole. She felt the cum get sucked out of her bowels, bladder, womb and tits. Having already been brought to the verge of climax when being used by the cowgirls, she came before long. The bonds tightened, and the one that sat like a choker around her throat began vibrating, encouraging her gag reflexes to do their job. Olivia threw up a cascade of bovine sperm, which instantly got sucked away by the tube attached to her mouth.
It took a good twenty minutes for the machine to fully extract all of the creamy jizz within her. The pumps stopped on their own accord when their job was done, and loosened their suctioned grip on her flesh. As the straps snapped open, Olivia was able to step out of the tube-like contraption. She panted heavily, but felt pleasantly light.
The cowgirls had already gathered beneath the platform, mooing eagerly. Their neglected tits were dripping, and looked uncomfortably taut. Four at a time, Olivia led them up to the machines and began the routine milking. Just like she'd done to herself, she attached pumps to all of the cowgirl's orifices. It wasn't just their tiddies that had to be emptied, after all. She hungrily watched the lumpy brown substance that flowed through one of the transparent tubes, to end up in the designated feces tank at the other end of the platform.
"You ain't making as much milk as you used to."
Olivia examined one of the cowgirls strapped into a machine, groping her udders and testicles to search for anything unusual that might signal disease. In the end, she concluded that the decreased yield was probably just a result of old age. The cowgirl was almost twenty years old now, the oldest of the bunch, and on the lower end of life when it came to a cowgirl's lifespan. She was a direct descendant from the gluttonous ancestor to all of her fellow bovine lassies, and had a plump, milfy body to prove it.
Well, they were all fairly pudgy. Not as obscenely fat as cowgirls bred for the slaughterhouse tended to be, but with a healthy amount of beef on their bones that proved they'd been well-fed and would allow them to foster enough calves to make up for the ones they'd slurped up to gain their shapes.
"Y'know how it is," Olivia said, narrowing her eyes at the constrained cowgirl. "Either you churn up milk, or you get churned down in an abomasum."
She could bet her prostate on there being plenty of cowgirls who'd be willing to turn this one into gut-fodder to establish their own place as the unofficial leader of the kine.
Speaking of which, when Olivia went to get the last four cowgirls into the machines, she found but one of them left. As was evident by the trails in the smelly dung, there'd been a fight, but it had gone unnoticed to Olivia as she'd been too occupied with milking the other cowgirls. The remaining combatant was a young calf, at an age with the one who'd previously cock vored her peers.
What a ravenous litter that is.
The calf's heavily distended abdomen told a clear story of what had happened. She'd waited until one of the other girls had gobbled up the other two before she'd struck, and now her insides were tightly hugging the contours of the other predator while their filled bellies gurgled as one.
"Well, I won't be able to milk you till you've churned those sluts into cow soup."
The young cowgirl mooed happily, ripping a series of juicy farts as she licked her lips with her long tongue. Olivia made a mental note to line up and impregnate all the leftover cattle in the afternoon so they'd be getting some new calves before the current ones had turned all their elders into assfat and another foot of scat on the floor.
With another morning's milking done, the half-horesgirl pushed open the far doors of the barn, which led out to the pastures. The cowgirls raced to be the first one to get out in the sunlight, some even managing to get up on two legs for a bit before falling back down to their usual on-all-fours posture. Olivia stood watching them for a while. It was such a wholesome sight, seeing the gals run around in the green grass. Some of the adults shuffled over to the comforting shadows of the elm trees, where they lay lazily engaging in an orgy, while the calves ran around like mice on caffeine, playfully head-butting and mounting each other in an attempt to create more playmates.
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After a while, Olivia began making her way over the pasture, heading for the back door of the stables. She had to step around the piles of fetid, fly-infested dung that lay scattered basically everywhere. Many of them were so enormous you'd probably need climbing gear to be able to get to their tops.
Halfway to her destination, she felt the tiniest grumble in her belly.
Fuck, was the only word that managed to pass through her brain before her incontinence poked its filthy nose around the corner. Or, more accurately, out of her ass.
Without any way of stopping it, a muddy log began pressing against the inside of her shithole. A roaring blast of gas escaped her before it did, and before long, her horse-farts were covering several yards of the grass behind her in slimy anal juices, choking out even the sound of the cowgirls' rumination.
"Fuck!"
This time she screamed it. The massive turd began slithering out of her donut-like rear end. It had the thickness of a concrete pipe, and the smell of what would have been in one of those had it been used in a sewage system and then left to rot with its content for a few centuries.
There was a greenish tint to the brown, cracked substance, owing to the grass she'd eaten. Only having inherited some horse genes from her centauress mommy (most of them for her cock), her belly could only partly digest the cellulose. She seldom grazed herself; it felt a bit undignified, and the animals had a tendency to get very liberal with you if they saw you as anything but their superior, so most of the grass she ever got into her body was from the copious amounts of animal waste she consumed each day. She said using her mouth was the easiest way to clean out the animal girls' homes, but that was mostly just an excuse for her to indulge in her guilty pleasure of guzzling animal poop without the judgment of her peers.
Finally, the shitlog spilled out of her ass in its entirety, although it was only for the next, even girthier one to take its place. The mind-numbingly repugnant air of her mighty flatulence spat out around the log, lubing it up and helping with the process of pushing it out. Currently, she did feel rather blessed that her chaps had come off, as there was no way they would have survived this onslaught of hyper-sized, stinking ropes.
Enticed by the sound, a beautiful, mature cow gal came up to her. She had a ring in her nose, and her chubby body showed the signs of having gurgled many a girl in her days. The lips of her hyper pussy were hanging down to her knees, and her clit was protruding in front of her, as big as her bovine femcock.
"Moo!" she established. "Moo, moo BUEEEEEEEEEEEEELCCCH moo!"
She put an end to her sentence with a long, wet fart, just for good measure. Olivia didn't speak cow, but she did speak slut, and knew exactly what the girl wanted from her.
"Come here, cutie!"
There was an erotic, heart-shaped blotch right above the cowgirl's plentiful chest. Olivia barely even saw it. She buried her head between the girl's fat cunt lips, licking the base of her clitoris like she'd lick a popsicle and enticing a mixture of moos and moans from the bovine. Mooans, she decided.
The sopping cunnilingus didn't stop her from shitting her brains out. It seemed like every new shitlog squeezing its way out of her incontinent bowels wanted to one-up its predecessor in terms of fatness and stench. The cowgirl didn't shy away from joining her mistress, and after sending her beefy asscheeks into a dance with an eruption of long, succulent farts, the sounds of which could have been dubbed over a commercial for machine guns with no one being the wiser, a thick, continuous turd began snaking its way out of her asshole, dropping through Olivia's cleavage and down onto her horsecock.
The scat pile was soon large enough for them to sit down on, and the vomit-inducing miasma of their shared farts made the air all humid. Olivia reclined, sinking her back into the filth as she buried her flushed, pussy juice drenched face into the cowgirl's expansive folds. She stuck her tongue into her urethra and was met with a stream of piss, the hot fluid blasting straight into her mouth as the gal decided to empty her bladder as well.
"Moo!" she said as she did, the climactic relief causing her to press down onto Olivia and sink her further into the smelly shit mountain.
"Moo!" Olivia responded, her words getting lost in the flesh surrounding her.
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The centauresses glared at Olivia as she entered the stable.
"About time," one of them said.
Horsegirls were far more intelligent than most other mammals, and a few of them, including Olivia's mother Lana, had learned to speak almost fluently.
"Sorry, mom. I got a bit held up with the cowgirls, that's all."
The stable had as acrid of an odor as the barn, though the smells were slightly different. While that of the cowgirls' home was comparable to an over-filled sewer, the stench surrounding the horsegirls was more similar to a morgue after a month of power outage. The floor of the stable also wasn't as soiled as that of the barn. It was almost clean, or at least something that passed for clean in Olivia's book. Back in the day, you hadn't been able to open the stable doors without getting drowned in the horesegirls' sperm and pungent piss, but it had gotten a lot better after Olivia's other mom had been able to persuade the equestrians into taking on the habit of wearing condoms during the night. The horsegirls, stubborn as ever, had made the demand that the condoms should at least be of the human variety, and not those rubbery plastic things. They'd got what they wanted without much further debate. Buying toy-girls to use as disposable condoms was far cheaper than buying rubber ones anyway.
"I don't see why those cowsluts get all of that fancy machinery to get milked with. Haven't we centauresses got cocks and tiddies too?" Lana said.
The other four horsegirls neighed their agreement on the matter.
"Maybe if you began eating each other, you'd produce enough milk for it to be worthwhile."
"Trying to sow disagreement between us, are you? Y'know damn well we centauresses always keep together."
"That's not what it seemed like last week when Candy and Pearlmane got stuffed into the womb of that piggirl."
It had been quite the sight, the piggirl having her small baby-maker stretched to its limit and beyond from the two entire centauresses getting sloshed inside of it. Olivia's mom frowned, her arms crossed under her massive breasts.
"I ate the piggirl afterwards to avenge them."
"You did so, like, a minute after she'd managed to shove those two up her cunt. They were both still alive and well in there."
"Listen here, you little-"
Lana reached out of her stall and grabbed her naked daughter by her throat. Olivia giggled as she was raised to an eye level with her mommy.
"Maybe I should go ahead and digest you next time?" the centauress said, enveloping the girl's head in her maw.
She kept her like that for a while, gently running her tongue all over Olivia's face to thoroughly drench her in spittle, until she finally pulled her out.
"Not today, though. You better get to changing my condom before I change my mind."
Carefully putting her daughter back on the floor, Lana made a gesture in the general direction of her horse parts. The young toy-girl sat strapped with its back against the mare's belly by a leather harness, doing the exact opposite of horseback riding. The harness was, in truth, rather unnecessary, as the girl would have been able to be held up solely by the massive, girthy horsecock jammed deep into its womb. Its stomach looked painfully swollen, filled to the brim with urine and jizz as it was. Also discharge, most likely. The horsegirls were especially susceptible to catching STDs with how much time they spent fucking all the other animals (and humans) on the farm, and Olivia's mom didn't make for an exception.
As Olivia unstrapped the condom and slid it off, her mommy's enormous, diseased equestrian cock came into view. Its shaft was prickled with juicy, pus-filled cysts, and at its head sat a ring of large warts. Olivia couldn't help but to place a long kiss on it, sucking on one of the brimming mounds until it popped in her mouth.
"That's right, baby!" Lana moaned. "Guzzle my pus like the filth-loving whore you are."
After some lovey-dovey, incestual cock worshiping, Olivia went on to drag the condom out of the centauress' stall. It was very heavy, mainly due to the extreme thickness of horsegirl semen, so it was fortunate that Olivia had gotten quite strong by toiling at the farm. She hurled it out of the stable, and whistled loudly to the grazing cowgirls at the other side of the pasture.
"Breakfast's served!" she called out.
The sound of belching and farting grew louder as the cowgirls came dashing over, a black-and-white thunderstorm rolling in over the landscape. It would undoubtedly come to blows and bites over who should be able to cram the first cream-filled treat of the day down their gullet, and there was a high likelihood that many cowgirls would end up stewing away in the guts of their kin too. Once again, she reminded herself of making sure all cowgirls were sufficiently hyperpregnant before the day was over.
She went back into the stable, dusting off her hands in that way people so often do when they've finished something. The rest of the horsegirls were snorting, impatient for her to remove their condoms too. More than one set of loud gulps could be heard from the outside as Olivia went around pulling the living cocksheaths off the other centauresses' beasts and giving their stinking cocks a few licks for good measure.
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"Off you go, my little horsies!"
The harras trotted out of the stable with as much dignity as is possible when you have enormous, wart-ridden horsecocks between your legs, not letting Olivia's patronizing tone puncture their inflated egos. Their sweaty skins gleamed as they stepped into the sunlight.
The cowgirls were as quick to surround the horsegirls as the flies, wiggling their fat asses and spreading their cow-cunnies in a contest of who would first have her organs rearranged and have all of the mares' vile diseases turn her womb into a leaking tank of pus.
Lana stayed with her daughter, reaching down a hand to ruff the girl's matted hair. With her friends gone, some of her arrogance faded.
"Ready for some alone time with your dear mommy?"
"Y'know I am!"
Laying down on a hay bale, conveniently placed in her mom's box, Olivia spread her legs to the point where her feet were touching her shoulders, putting her sopping pussy on full display. Her mother reared and put her hooves onto the wooden half-wall that separated the boxes from the main aisle of the stable. Olivia shivered as the heavy horsecock slapped down onto her. It was longer than her entire body, as thick as her thigh, and spiked from all its sickening outgrowths. The smell was awful too, almost as effective at triggering her gag reflexes as the cowgirls' milking machines. It stank of disease, as if her cock had just been smeared in the juices of a decaying corpse. To sum it up, it was everything Olivia could have ever wanted from her mommy's cock.
"OH YES~! OH FUUUCK YES~!"
The bulge rising in Olivia's belly as her mom began destroying her womb looked incredible as it emerged and disappeared between her massive tits. She hugged it tightly as her baby-maker bloated from the sheer amount of slimy precum getting pumped into it.
Plap, plap, plap, sounded her asscheeks as they got furiously spanked by a pair of huge, loudly churning horse balls.
As her inner folds tightly squeezed the monster's length, the cysts began popping, one after one, making her tummy swell to double its previous size as pus got added to the nasty concoction filling it.
Fuck, I'm gonna have to take so much medicine to rid myself of all the STDs I'll catch from this.
As always, the thought occurred to her that nothing stopped her from just keeping all of the infections. She found herself wondering how her classmates would react should she come to school with her cock as foul and disgusting as that of her mommy. Her popularity would probably skyrocket for a while, but when everyone had fucked her unconscious and caught all of the STDs themselves, everything would return to the usual. Well, besides the classrooms occasionally getting filled with pus and discharge.
I bet my cock would be all itchy though.
She did a mental shrug. You win some, you lose some.
Horsegirls had stamina, to say the least. After an hour of non-stop pounding, Olivia's birth canal felt all numb. After three, she'd passed out.
The sun had almost reached zenith when she finally woke up again, to the sound of her mom's moans.
"Get pregnant, get pregnant, getpregnantgetpregnantgetpregnant!"
Olivia's vision was filled with a massively swollen belly that made her look hyperpregnant ten times over. It took for the scalding hotness of her mother's first rope of virile sperm for her to realize that what was already in her womb was but precum.
The centauress' scrotum got sucked up against her body at a rhythm with her cock's pulsating, making squishy sounds as it dumped gallon after gallon of horse semen into Olivia's fertile baby-maker. She faded in and out of consciousness as her mommy kept wheezing for her to get impregnated, until everything blacked out completely.
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Afterwards, she only had vague memories of what had happened. Something about her limp body hanging out of the stable doors as her belly filled its entire inside. Something about her human mommy finding her there, and having to fetch the mobile milking machine and attaching a pump to her cunt for half an hour for it to drain her womb of all of its content. The only things she could clearly recall were how extremely hot her insides had felt, and how very satisfied she'd been.
She sat in the dining room of the farmhouse, as naked and as filth-drenched as the day she was born, finishing the last bits of her late lunch consisting of that beautiful hyper pussy cowgirl whose cunt she'd now eaten for the second time of the day. There'd been lots of meat on her, and her fat pussy lips had been especially tasty, having been fried up in the cowgirl's own tiddiefat.
Her three younger sisters were already finished eating and were now running around the house playing scat tag; a variation of the classical game where you, whenever you tagged someone, got to take a fat dump into their mouth. The seven-year-old triplets' cheeks were already all brown-stained, and their heavy, gravid bellies jiggled as they ran around trying to catch one another, each having a little incestuously bred, long since overdue baby inside of it. They all wore matching wedding rings, tightly squeezed around the thumb-sized nipples of their milk-laden, prepubescent tits. The fourth ring sat around the cock of one of the horsegirls, which they'd integrated into their underage polycule two summers ago. The cock that was, not the centauress. She was but an idle spectator to her penis' affairs. At least, she'd gotten to be a bridesmaid at her dick's wedding.
Olivia threw a glance at the photograph on the wall depicting the three triplets in their skimpy wedding dresses and at the time only twelve months pregnant bellies, huddled beside the mare's enormous, festering horsecock. They'd been talking about having their cock-wife knock up their fetuses with foals for a while, but they feared it might literally break them in half if they did so too soon. The babies' impatience to get something kicking in their own wombs really showed, as they were perpetually horny. You could clearly see the outlines of their little unborn hands stroking their massive shafts inside of the triplets, who frequently had baby cum gushing out of their cunnies when their daughter's had their orgasms.
"You're it!" one of the girls shouted, pushing one of her sisters to the ground.
Instead of using her mouth as a toilet, she spread the other girl's ass open as crammed her fat, underage girlcock inside. It was clearly a rule violation, but they didn't care. Neither did their third sister as she got to use the top girl's vaginal urethra as a sheath for her dick. Their feminine, young voices soon filled the room with moaning.
"Feeling left out?"
Olivia's mommy (the human one, that was) put a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"A bit," Olivia admitted. "But I don't have time to foal- erm- fool around; the cowgirls have been eating each other left and right all day, so I gotta head back down to the barn and pump a few babies into them."
"Aw, you poor child. I promised you the afternoons off, didn't I?"
"You can't reap the fruit of labor if you refuse to do the labor part."
Olivia wasn't entirely sure what that last thing meant. It was just something she'd heard a teacher or someone say once, so she decided to recite it. Her mommy smirked at her.
"Ooh~ Someone thinks she's all mature. I like that in my girls."
"Ugh, stop licking my neck, mom. You're being such a pedophile right now, y'know that?"
"So what if I am? What can I do but be a pedo for my daughter when she's so god damns tasty lookin'?"
She gave the fifteen-year-old's earlobe a lick, before whispering into her ear.
"Tell you what, if you'll be a good girl and go impregnate those cowgirls now, I might just let you give me the same treatment later."
Olivia swallowed hard, her horsecock twitching.
She knew that many a new life would be created during this afternoon and the following night, and at least one of them would be her sister as well as her daughter. She was full of cow meat, and there was still some of her other mama's cum and pus sloshing about in her womb. The vacation had begun yesterday, and the entire summer lay in front of her. A summer containing nothing but constant depravity.
She couldn't have been much happier.