Author's Note: Warning! This story contains the following: non-consensual transformation, futanari with a horse cock, centaur, multiple phalli on a single character, egg laying, impregnation, severe cum inflation and lactation. If any of these turn you off do not read on, however if they do, let me know how you liked it. Thank you and enjoy.
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Victoria Roberts grunted as she dug through more horse dung. Her parents were busy accommodating her three cousins, who were here for spring break, on account of their own parents wanting a break from their, for lack of a better term, bullshit. Each one was a product of the city and poor decisions, with excessive make up to cover up even the slightest blemish, frilly, expensive clothes that had no practical use outside of seducing equally vain men. Victoria was certain none of them had done an honest day's work in their combined lives.
She on the other hand, was out there cleaning out the stables. Sweat dripped from her brow, strands of her hair escaping the pony tail she often sported, the strays locks sticking to her skin. The horses occasionally snorted, almost like they were trying to make conversation, which she appreciated giving her favourite, Bojack, a pat on his thick neck. Victoria preferred animals to humans, who could turn traitor in a moment so long as it benefits them, animals were loyal, though only if you cared for them properly. As she went about her chore, she heard two loud barks approaching, her dogs no doubt looking for someone to play with them. Victoria looked around, noting she was pretty much finished.
She gave Bojack another pat, before going out to play with her dogs. They were massive, one a Siberian Husky, christened Ash, and the other a Great Dane, named Austin. Both were taller than her when standing on their hind legs, something they seemed to take joy in as they often tried to use her to stand. Both were in the prime of their lives, each one playing frequently, but trained well enough that they helped out from time to time, at least when Victoria's family needed to keep stray foxes or other predators away. Ash, being a Husky, was very adapt at this, though he sometimes had to be held back, when around some of the other animals due to his own predatory instincts. Austin was giant, even by Great Dane standards. Standing normally he came close to Victoria's shoulder, but he was extremely friendly, if a bit over zealous at times.
Ash dropped a ball to her feet, which she happily bent down to pick up. Victoria was used to things people would consider gross, like shovelling large clumps of faecal matter or picking up a ball covered in a dogs saliva. It was how she was raised after all, though on the bright side, she had one hell of a throwing arm. The soft ball went flying, Ash and Austin running after it with all their might, each one neck and neck. Austin was much larger than Ash, meaning his legs were longer and had more reach, but Ash was fast as hell, keeping up despite his shorter stature. Austin managed to get the ball this time, running back to Victoria with his prize. Ash followed, eager for a rematch.
"Good boy, that's 2-all now." She said, giving both a playful pat. She'd made it into a bit of a game recently, to see which one reached the ball first, and the dogs seemed to know it too, both of them crouching in anticipation of her next throw. Victoria picked up the ball and reared back, taking a stance any pitcher would be proud of, and threw. As they rushed to the flying object, each one trying to predict where it would land and racing to the spot. Victoria laughed and wiped her hand clean on her dirty jeans, so stained that no amount of cleaning would make them fresh again, though they didn't smell bad to her fortune.
"Hey Victoria! How's it going?" A, sadly, familiar voice called out from the house. Victoria looked to it, seeing her home. It was a large piece of property, even without the farmland, the house itself was two stories tall, with a nice porch, complete with a swing. The paint was chipping slightly from its old age, however her father was already setting up for the job, even managing to wrangle two of her cousins into the job, though only to bring out a few paint cans and brushes. Now that she thought about it, Victoria realised her house was eerily similar to the one from Hershel's Farm in the Walking Dead, one of the few shows she and her family regularly watched.
It wasn't exactly cheap to maintain, but her grandparents had bought it for a good price. It wasn't that hard, considering that the closet thing to civilisation was miles away, not only that but the place was a mess back then. Victoria was glad they'd bought it though, having seen how a lot of city girls act, even if it got her insulted at school or by her cousins. It was bearable though, since she worked so hard, her body was slender and toned, distinctly athletic. Were it not for her daily chores, and general dislike for most people at her school, Victoria would have joined the track or baseball team. Her father was a huge baseball fan and it had rubbed off on her, as such she practised her pitch with her dogs on a regular basis.
The cousin who had called out to her was Vivian. She was probably the least stuck up of the three, but that wasn't saying much. She scrunched her nose at the smell that permeated the air on the farm, but didn't comment, though Victoria could see the disgust in her eyes. It didn't offend her, farm life wasn't for everyone, even she still found it hard at times, but the rewards spoke for themselves at times. Vivian was a self-proclaimed animal lover, however she couldn't handle the responsibilities that came with pets, as such she used these visits as an excuse to fuss over Ash and Austin or hang around the horses. Victoria, ever the kind one, had even taught her to ride a little bit.
"Hi, Vivian." She replied as her cousin got within earshot. Ash had won the ball this time, wagging his tail happily as Victoria rewarded him with affection.
"Playing with the dogs again?" Vivian asked as she came up to them, reaching down to stroke Austin's broad back. Victoria had seen a lot of Great Danes that were fairly skinny, but not Austin, he was big in every sense of the word, though not so much with fat, more with well honed muscles. It made her glad he was such a docile creature, otherwise she doubted she, or her parents, could fend him off.
"Yeah, Mum's doing dinner and Dad's started repainting the house, so I'm the only one who's left." She explained, once again picking up the ball to throw, grinning when she caught Vivian's grimace from the side of her vision. Sometimes it was tempting to wait for her cousins to turn their backs, then throw the saliva coated ball at them. Victoria knew she could get away with it, since her loving pets would give her to the perfect chance to escape. The two stood there for a while in silence, until the dogs came back, Austin having won this time, evening the score again. Victoria threw the ball and turned to Vivian.
"So, uh, how's... things?" She asked, unsure what to say to her cousin. They didn't have much in common, besides a fondness for animals, though Victoria actually knew how to care for them, and their similar age. Vivian, alongside her sisters, Jess and Susan, were triplets, all eighteen and similar to the point it became hard to differentiate between the three.
"It's okay... a bit pissed that I have to be out here of all places." She said, uncaring if what she said hurt Victoria in anyway. The farm girl's eye twitched a little, but she let the comment slide, having heard it more than enough in her short lifetime.
"Heh, maybe it'll do you some good this time. Get you actually working for a change?" Victoria replied, knowing Vivian probably wouldn't work a day in her life, at least not doing hard labour. Speaking of hard labour, she still had some work left, "Do you mind playing with them for a bit, I've gotta finish up in the stables? Thanks." She said and ran off, leaving Vivian as the focus of the dogs, though not for long as she walked away without throwing the ball even once, leaving Ash and Austin distinctly unimpressed. They came to Victoria, who went about finishing up.
They understood when she could play fairly well. They saw her working and just sat outside the stables, occasionally wagging their tails when she came over to fuss them a little, before returning to work. Eventually she heard her mother's voice calling out that dinner was finished. The table was packed, the cousins all sitting together and looking uncomfortable in the less than perfect , but had the good sense not to say anything, considering that they were miles from the nearest town, and even further from the train station. The only thing they were happy about was eating Victoria's mother's cooking, which had even won her a local award. It was literally the only they enjoyed when staying there.
John, Victoria's father, made small talk with the cousins. It was awkward, as one might expect, with him asking general questions anyone would ask: how's school, how do you like it here etc. Victoria looked at each of them, but said nothing, knowing any conversation she tried to strike up would be just as, if not more, awkward as her father's attempt. Vivian sat by her aunt, while Jess ate beside her uncle, with Susan in the middle. They gave short answers, clearly having enough sense not to trust themselves not to disrespect their uncle. He was a well tempered man, but any insult to his livelihood was met with hostility. Victoria recalled a time when she had complained about living there, and her father had made her do half of his chores added onto her own for a month.
