Far beyond the bright lights and tall towers of the city, stands Fucksalott Farm, where most of the animals walk on two legs, and they fuck all day long.
A place as idyllic as it is interesting, the farm is home to only animals, as is the rest of the world now. Sebastian is technically in charge, and keeps the place safe, the sheep beg for his cock whenever he (Or anyone else) gets near, and for him to finally pick a favourite of the twin sisters.
Seb, the tall, strongly built guard dog grew up his whole life on the farm, and took as much pride in guarding it as he did his well groomed gold and black fur.
We start our story here, the dog just now done with his duties of keeping the girls who weren't allowed to roam free satisfied.
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The walk was always pretty peaceful, and by now it had become routine. Check the gates were all locked up so no foxes would sneak in and impregnate the bunnies, shoo away or quickly fuck any of the wild rabbit girls who never seemed to get enough cock from their own boys, and then finally, check on the barn, and the bigger, more intelligent members of the farm.
After all, someone in there was usually down for some fun.
My hand pushed in the door, and i could easily get a read of the rooms mood.
The big, buff, thick cocked, black furred bull stood with his back to a wall, waxing and honing his horns to perfection as usual, while the centaur like horse girl pestered him for one of the only cocks on the farm big enough to satisfy her own heavy duty pussy.
Jackson liked too feel wanted though, so as usual, he'd make the poor girl make a slut of herself before finally giving in.
I honestly don't know how he manages it, the few times she had been annoyed with him enough to let me ride her pony ass, it'd been so warm inside, and thanks to some gracious god somewhere, it gripped at you whenever you pulled out, leading to some very fun sessions of three or four loads being dumped into her still hungering cunt.
Then, there were the other two who usually hung around here, Belle, the big, thick thighed, titty gifted cow, her soft, milk chocolate coloured fur only broken up by her enormous breasts and swollen nipples. She loved her body, as did everyone else, so soft and squishy, but her breasts never seemed to deflate, no matter how much of her sweet, warm milk anyone drank from them.
Then, right beside her, sat up on a railing, I could see my favourite squeeze, Sasha.
Sasha was a ginger cat, and free spirited even by cat standards. She had long, slender legs that ended in little white paws, her arms, adorned with the messy, uneven stripe you find on most tabby cats, leaving her ginger fur about 5 shades of orange all together. At her wrist, she wears a golden bracelet, something she stole from some sucker who had taken her in in the city before she came here.
Sasha does love her gold, and I'd seen her suckle on cock for an anklet, even licking Bells juicy pussy in return for her old cow bell.
But, what she lacks in modesty and subtlety, Sasha more than makes up for in enthusiasm, and pure slutty spirit.
"Hey Seb!" She said, looking up from Belle beside her, her excitement quickly fading back to annoyance, a few more words being exchanged as I approached, wondering what could have gotten her tail in a knot.
"We were just talking about the rabbits" Explained Belle, never one for preamble if she could avoid it. The farms mommy was about the most straight forward person I knew after all.