Hard Choice

Sitting on a fence with a bored expression, Elliot stared at the small herd of feral sheep grazing in the field in front of him, the 12 year old border collie's legs slowly kicking in the air as he sighed, his tail hanging limply down. The boy generally would've much preferred to just hang out in his room and read some comics or play some games, he would've even taken his homework over the sheep herding duties of his family's farm, but the unusual circumstances going on meant that the cub wanted to stay out of the house as much as he could, even if it meant being bored out of his mind. A few stray pieces of straw clinging to his black and white fur, the tween smiled softly as one of the feral sheep sauntered up to his side, the ewe giving a small baa as he hopped off the fence and patted the particularly friendly member of the flock on her side, watching her little tail flicking up as she munched on some fresh grass,
"Well, at least you're here to keep me company, eh Dolly?" 
Elliot's attention was soon drawn to the farmhouse at the centre of the plot of land however, as the front door opened up, his mother yelling out for him from the porch, 
"Elliot, dinner's ready!" 
Sighing once more, the pup gave Dolly one final pet on her head before hopping over the fence, dragging his feet all the way to the house, already feeling his heart starting to pick up a few feet away from the entrance, his nose picking up the scent he'd been doing his best to avoid. 

The boy's 16 year old sister, Donna, was having her heat, and unfortunately for Elliot, his body didn't particularly care whether she was family or not, giving the exact same reaction as it would to being trapped in close proximity to any other fertile woman. Almost immediately feeling his sheath starting to stir as he climbed the steps up to the porch, the cub groaned and stepped inside, thankful that the flavourful smell of his mother's cooking at least partly disguised the scent of his big sis, though it didn't do anything to dampen the effects of her pheromones. Elliot's parents were rather conservative, not out of the norm for the rural area the farmer family were living in, but it did mean that no one really wanted to bring up the big elephant in the room, leading to everyone simply doing their best to ignore the issue while Donna worked through her heat. Sitting down at the dinner table, the boy could see that his dad was having similar difficulties as he was, no matter how hard the man tried to hide his flushed face and his restless legs behind his newspaper. Quickly sliding his chair right up to the table to hide the growing bulge in his pants, Elliot waited patiently until Donna appeared from upstairs, neither sibling saying a word as they shared an awkward glance before she sat down. The teen was unmistakably his sibling, her fur pattern almost identical to his, only stretched out over a taller and slimmer body, their parents often joking that the little brother could grow out his hair and pretend to be her identical sister. Crossing his hands for the mealtime prayer, the puppy tried to pretend that his mouth was watering because of the delicious mound of mashed potatoes waiting within arms reach, and not because of the very different sort of treat that his lower half was starving for, keeping his eyes down on his plate for the entire meal. 

Chowing down on his dinner as quickly as he could, Elliot was thankful to be rapidly dismissed, stuffing his plate into the sink and muttering that he needed to get back to the sheep as he headed out, trying to keep his erection out of sight of his family. With his slow amble speeding up the moment he was out of eyesight, the cub almost jogged out the front door, taking a deep breath of the fresh air as he took up his post at the edge of the field once more, leaning against the fence to clear his head while he looked over the sheep. The cub had learned enough about the birds and the bees while fooling around on the Internet with his classmates that he knew full well what was going on, the beginnings of his puberty introducing him to the wonders of masturbation even before his big sister began her heat, but the knowledge only taunted him since he knew he couldn't help the situation. Jerking off only eased the pressure for a handful of minutes at best, and he certainly couldn't just call up some girl to relieve his horniness, in part due to the farm being situated a good bit away from the nearest town and in equal parts due to Elliot never having even flirted with anyone before. Stuck with his awkward problem and the solution in sight but out of reach, the frustrated canine grunted and glanced down at his crotch, the visible bump in his pants throbbing in rhythm with his heart, the effects of Donna's heat still lingering for some time even with him getting out of the house. Looking back up, Elliot spotted Dolly running up to the fence again, giving him a slight reprieve from his annoyances as the adorable ewe gave a happy bleat, rubbing her head against the hand he stuck through the wooden fence before getting back to chowing on some delicious grass. 

The pair had always been good friends, with Dolly having been born a few days after the dog's 6th birthday and being one of the first animals he had been put in charge of looking after, the sheep always being the first one to greet Elliot whenever he came home from school. His sister's heat suddenly caused the border collie to see his lifelong friend in a very different light however as she continued grazing, her rear pointing at him just when her tail flipped up, revealing the perfectly pink and delicate nethers that Dolly had hiding underneath, her blushing goods framed by the fluffy and warm wool that he'd worked tirelessly to keep gleaming white. Elliot wasn't a stranger to seeing an animal's naughty bits, having grown up at the farm and being a witness to several sessions of breeding and rutting, understanding that ferals didn't exactly get as shy about nudity and sex as people walking on two legs did. Besides the occasional giggle with his friends at a stallion's swinging manhood, the boy hadn't ever really thought about a beast's undercarriage in any way, at least not until he found himself lost in little Dolly's perfectly plump pussy lips and her temptingly tight tailhole, suddenly realising he was drooling over her in the exact same fashion he'd been salivating at the dinner table, though this time he had no meatloaf in sight to blame his cravings on. Shaking himself out of his hypnosis, the puppy pushed himself off of the fence, freaked out by the disturbing thoughts invading his head, horrified to see his pants straining against his shaft as his knot swelled up in his briefs. Completely oblivious to the panic that the cub was experiencing, Dolly gave the panting border collie an innocent stare, batting her eyes at him as he turned and ran, quickly deciding that he needed to take his mind off of the whole thing by hauling some hay around. 

After a few hard hours of heaving hay bales and hauling buckets of feed all around the yard, Elliot was eventually worked to the bone, exhausted to the point of no longer being able to continue the tough labour. Dragging himself back into his room, flopping onto his bed with a sigh while the sun was still up, the boy had to admit that though he might've been exhausted, he didn't manage to achieve his actual goal of getting his mind off of the perverted ideas that flitted around in his head. He still had the image of Dolly's raised tail burned into his brain, his sister's scent only making the situation worse as he groaned and tossed around in his bed. Much to his horror, he realised that the only way to push out the intrusive thoughts about the feral sheep was to allow similar fantasies of Donna to take hold instead, forcing him to still give in to one perverted dream no matter how much he tried to think about absolutely anything else. Tired out by the physical labour, the cub did eventually manage to fall asleep, though it still didn't mean that his night was a restful one, spent mostly dipping in and out of consciousness with his dreams a muddled mess of bestiality and incest, his waking moments not much better than that. Getting only a handful of hours worth of sleep, Elliot woke up before the sun had quite risen yet, his early bedtime and restless night leading him to get up before the rest of the household, or at least before his parents. The border collie heard his sibling's bedroom door creaking open, her heat giving her a similarly awful night's sleep, his ears perking up as he listened to her sneaking into the bathroom down the hallway, the shower turning on after a few moments. With the deviant thoughts left to marinate in his head for the entire night, his big sister's scent soaking into him, Elliot was starting to feel less guilty and more desperate, wanting to just get rid of the burden weighing him down. He knew that he needed to grab at one of the lifelines in front of him, be it either Dolly or Donna, and if he had to commit a sin one way or the other, it might as well be fornication with ferals. 

Pushing off his blanket and quickly grabbing a set of coveralls draped over a chair, the boy zipped them up over his briefs, his fuzzy fur poofing out the top of the coveralls, revealing on closer inspection that the desperate tween wasn't wearing anything but underwear underneath. It was still good enough to hide his erection at a glance if anyone from his family spotted him, but Elliot hoped it wouldn't come to that, sneaking out of his bedroom. His first stop was his big sister's bedroom, crouching down slightly as he pushed the door open, a soft moan escaping his clenched teeth and his excited shaft giving a hard throb as he stepped into the heavily concentrated cloud of his sibling's irresistible musk. The border collie had initially planned to just sneak straight outside, but a fear that his desires might not be satiated with just some feral flank got the cub double guessing himself, making some changes into his plans, though he wasn't entirely sure if it wasn't all just an excuse made up by his subconscious to satisfy a deeper desire. Squinting in the dark, the pup mostly followed his nose as he stalked over to his sister's bed, peeling back the blanket to find a pair of the teen's pink and girly panties, utterly soaked through with her juices. It was obvious that Donna was having just as many difficulties dealing with the heat as the rest of the males in her household, and she seemed to likewise have discovered that masturbation wouldn't be of much help beyond a few minutes of respite. Grabbing the panties and stuffing them into his pocket, having to bite his tongue to keep himself focused instead of just dropping to his knees and stuffing his snout against the dripping wet pair, Elliot spun on his heels and headed out, still hearing the shower running as he tiptoed down the stairs and out the backdoor. 

With the first few rays of daylight dimly lighting his path, filtered through the morning clouds and the trees lining one side of the farmland, Elliot walked towards the big red barn where the sheep spent their nights huddled together for warmth and protection. The boy tried to stay out of the line of view of the windows of the main house, hoping to avoid detection on the off chance that his sister got out of the shower or his parents woke up before he was at his destination, though the task that was easier said than done with the amount of windows dotted up and down every side of the farmhouse. Trying to stick behind a small thicket of rose bushes running along one side of the yard, the border collie dashed the final few yards and hopped over the fence separating the sheep's grazing grounds from the rest of the land, ducking his head as he ran up to the barn. Though devoted to his plan, the boy was still very hesitant about the entire thing, understanding well the level of taboo he was intending to violate. His desperation was bad enough however that he wasn't certain he could keep himself from doing something stupid for long, and at least doing something stupid was a lot less risky if he was still in control enough to plan it out beforehand. The nervous pup was able to sell the idea to himself by rationalising it as the ferals already being used to sex, happily rutting with just about anything, so maybe him getting a piece of the action wouldn't be such a big thing with them, versus the problems it'd surely cause if he tried hooking up with his big sis. Grabbing onto the rolling side door of the red barn, the canine gave it a hard yank, grunting as he rolled it open just enough for him to fit through, the morning cold keeping the rails rather stiff. The tiny gap was enough for a heavy bestial musk to seep through, strong but not unpleasant, hints of feminity similar to Donna's mixed in. Gripping the door hard enough for his knuckles to turn white, the horny tween took a moment to breathe before stepping inside, leaving the exit open behind him. 

Slipping through the gap, the cub was surprised by just how warm and toasty the air was inside, flicking on a small light to prop up the small amount of sunlight beaming into the barn, looking at the back of the hall. Most of the small flock was cuddled together, some still laying down and sleeping while others perked up at the intruder, more interested in some morning chow rather than any danger after spotting that it was just the little canine. One from the crowd was particularly excited however, Dolly shaking off her slumber and giving a giddy bleat as she hopped over a still-snoozing ram and trotted over to her friend, nuzzling his legs and shoving her side against him to accept the pets that she'd come to love and expect, almost bowling Elliot over in her eagerness, 
"Whoa, easy Dolly!" 
With a nervous smile on his face, the dog bent over to stroke her back, running his fingers through her wool. He'd used the ewe's fur as a pillow and a bed many times while growing up, amazed at just how erotic it suddenly felt as the soft wool caressed his hand, freezing his breath as he slowly turned his eyes towards her backside. Letting his hand naturally drift to her flank as he pet the happy sheep, Elliot gulped and knelt down, his other hand stroking her chest to keep her calm as he reached under her tail, cooing softly, 
"It's alright, I'm… I'm not gonna hurt ya, I'm just… gonna make you feel real good, I hope."
Dolly didn't seem to mind the direction his fingers were wandering, still huddled against the boy, giving soft, content snorts as her tail wagged like a puppy-dog, her hooves occasionally stomping against the floor. Feeling his cock pushing against his coveralls, the border collie shuffled behind the sheep, finally getting another closer peek at her goods, the pleasant feral scent only getting stronger as he moaned under his breath. Holding up Dolly's tail with his other hand and gazing at her pretty little pucker and mound, the canine grabbed his zipper and slowly zipped it down until his crotch was exposed, pushing his underwear to let his knotted dick flop free, the fur on his exposed chest and belly poking out of his outfit. 

Carefully reaching a finger towards the ewe's pink lips, Elliot was met with a surprisingly eager reception as soon as his digit pressed against the sheep's slit, her folds opening up as she took a step back, taking in more than half of his finger inside of her pussy as she gave an excited huff, seemingly happy to move beyond a mere friendship with the boy. Momentarily shocked, it took Elliot a few seconds of astonished staring and drooling before he pushed his finger the rest of the way inside, shivering as he felt the tight tunnel subtly clenching down around his digit while Dolly widened her stance and lowered her head slightly, adopting the same pose that the cub had seen the other sheep take when mounted by males. The border collie gave her mound a few gentle thrusts with his finger, groaning quietly as her cunt became more wet with every poke, showing that the ewe was ready to be taken by him. Pulling his hand off of Dolly's nethers, Elliot inspected his glistening digit more closely, smearing her sap around between two fingers, noticing it was just a tad thicker than what he'd seen in videos online while looking up how women work, a faintly gamey yet grassy scent making his mouth water. Though his cock was in a hurry to explore the ewe's delicate cavern more closely, throbbing and pointing right up at it, Elliot first wanted to make sure that she'd be fine with someone not on four legs getting dirty with her, plus he also still needed to make sure that the sheep could definitely fool his lust for his older sister. 

Reaching into his pocket, the pup pulled out Donna's wet panties, the barn instantly feeling even warmer as her scent and the wild musk battled to overpower one another, his shaft spraying out a few ropes of precum onto the layer of hay below as he grabbed Dolly's tail, holding the panties in the other. He pressed the soaked pair against the feral's flank, rubbing the underwear all over her thighs and ass, letting Donna's nectar soak into her wool before finally arriving at her two holes, slathering them both with the sweet honey that drenched the pink undies, massaging her pussy and tailhole as she backed up against his hand to help in the effort, enjoying the quick massage.

With the sheep's entire rear glazed with his sister's scent, Elliot quickly tossed the panties aside and got down on all fours, right on the verge of being driven completely feral by the combination of Dolly's undercarriage and Donna's head fragrance, petting the ewe's leg as his face inched closer to her rear. Slowly but surely, whatever dregs of hesitation and guilt still lingered in his mind were washed away by his base desires, replaced with nothing except burning lust as images of his big sister flashed in his head. The cub was torn between thinking of Donna while playing with the feral, or focusing all of his mind on Dolly while getting dirty with her, both seeming like perfect outlets for his libido. Either way, he was well aware that he definitely couldn't stop now, even starting to doubt whether he'd ever be able to go back to his innocent self after everything that he'd already gone through, though the puppy didn't necessarily see that as a huge negative after having his eyes opened to just how fun debauchery could be. After a few seconds of hesitation, the cub wrapped both hands around her thighs, yanking her back as he shoved his entire face under her tail, slurping on Dolly's slit and moaning into her lips as she let out a sharp yell, rearing on her back legs for a second before stuffing and rubbing her flank on his maw even harder. The boy might've not been the usual sort of a ram that ewes could expect to be bred by, but she certainly trusted him more than enough to let the canine have his way with her, plus none of the other ferals bothered with using some tongue on her. With his chin splattered with a blend of saliva and juices from two very special ladies, Elliot dug his tongue into Dolly's pussy, completely losing himself to his fantasies, almost able to believe that it was Donna bent over in front of him as he ate out the bleating little ball of wool. 

Growing hungrier with every lick, Elliot couldn't be satiated by just the taste of the sheep's cunt for long, needing to feel it wrapped around his shaft, desperate to plunge his knot into the twitching slit and breed her. Yanking on the feral's woolly coat and pulling himself up over her back, the dog wiped his wet lips on Dolly's neck as he kissed her, moaning and grunting with lust as his tip searched for the radiant heat of her depths, poking at her backside before eventually finding her beckoning entrance, his arms wrapped around the sheep's waist as he bucked his way inside. Dolly's pussy lips gave way to a world of pure pleasure, the feel of the animal's tight cunt only enhanced by his fiery urges, his tail rising up to attention as he lost his virginity to the blissfully baa-ing sheep. Though he had no experience with a woman's pussy to compare it to, Elliot couldn't imagine how any girl could even come close to equalling the feel of Dolly's mound, her juicy pink peach pulling him in deeper as he hugged her and trembled, her wool tickling his exposed chest as he humped the ecstatic ewe's slit, draped over the feral like he was one of the rams from her flock. Dolly was just the perfect mixture of snug and slippery, allowing the cub to drill deep inside of her while still leaving him gasping for air every single time he rammed into her cramped tunnel, her honey drooling down his crotch and making a mess of what used to be a set of coveralls straight out of the washer. Following his instincts, his older sister's scent still fogging up his head, Elliot kept hammering at the ewe's cunt at a rapid pace, almost accidentally tying her after a few minutes of passionate pounding, lost in the feel of her lips slowly stretching further over his knot with every thrust until he slipped all the way inside. Stuck in place, the border collie snarled and yipped as he filled up his best friend's snatch, giving her delicious pie a white filling to match the brilliant shade of her wool as she quivered against him, thoroughly enjoying the new sensation of a canine girth's knot gaping her open. Losing his footing and falling onto his side, the whimpering Elliot accidentally yanked the still-tied ewe down along with him, the pair barely even noticing that something had happened as he clung onto the bleating girl, cuddling her back as he pumped her till she was brimming with his seed, occasionally giving her a few tiny thrusts whenever the sensation of her clenching cunt overwhelmed him. Curled up against the affectionate sheep's back, his hands caressing her belly and his fingers gently running over her numerous teats, Elliot nuzzled cheek-to-cheek with her, panting as what he had done was finally starting to sink in, unsure of exactly how ashamed he should feel about having given up his virginity to a beast he'd hand raised from a tiny lamb. 

Unaware that anything out of the ordinary was happening, Donna stepped out of the shower with a soft sigh, a towel wrapped around her waist, her perky chest bouncing slightly as she snuck back into her bedroom. The cold shower hadn't done much to ease the burning fire in her loins, but it had at least made her thighs a lot less sticky, the hand keeping up her towel letting it drop to the floor as soon as she was in her room. Though more than slightly distracted, it didn't take long for the teen to notice that her bed had been rummaged through, her panties nowhere to be seen. Raising an eyebrow at the apparent robbery, Donna's ears suddenly perked up, her eyes drawn to the open bedroom window as she thought she heard quiet baas coming from somewhere outside. Peering through the window, she spotted the barn door left slightly ajar, a beam of light shining from within, frantic bleating echoing out across the farm grounds as she stared at the red building, an odd sense of thrill building up in her chest as she listened to the animalistic howls, feeling as if she was able to make out carnal pleasure in the feral moans.