“Come on. You can take more. Don’t go fainting on me again.”

Timmy was right on the edge of both consciousness and a sinful, desperate orgasm, as his body fought a losing battle to keep him alive. 

His father, the massive and muscular black bull, Edward, was currently holding his head down in a bucket of freshly squeezed feral cow milk as he fucked him. Edward seemed to have a never-ending variety of ideas for debauching his half-sheep son, and never seemed fully sated by any of them. Three times now, Timmy had passed out and aspirated milk, only to be revived and have the fucking continue.

His belly was so distorted by the shape of his father’s long bull cock that it kept knocking against the bucket as he was bent over it. If Edward cared that he was repeatedly bumping his cock head against a wooden bucket, he showed no sign. Instead, he only held the back of Timmy’s head with a reassuringly steady grasp, preventing him from breathing anything that wasn’t milk.

Timmy’s eyes rolled back with tremulous joy. His hips arched instinctively. This time, he wanted to last. He wanted his father to fill him with his seed, so badly. But Edward refused to give it to him until he stayed awake the whole time. His lung capacity was gradually increasing, but his resistance to orgasmic bliss was decreasing at the same time, and part of him had started to crave the blissful white space that came just after the burning in his lungs eased, and he thought he might go straight up to heaven.

His baby cock twitched just at the thought. And then, as it started to increase its pace, his father’s cock practically knocked what air remained out of his lungs. 

And then he started to float, to that soft, white space…

…

Edward groaned as he felt himself finally getting close, with Timmy’s hole still twitching around him. He had absolutely no qualms about fucking the kid while unconscious – he had done it before – but that wasn’t the game today. Today he had to train his boy to stay awake, twitching and wriggling that delightfully chubby little fluffy, black and white body, even when he couldn’t breathe. He was sure it would come in handy later.

“Ngh…take it…take it!” he groaned, increasing his pace as he fucked his son’s belly into the wooden bucket before him. 

But then he suddenly realized that, even though his hole was still twitching, all the rest of Timmy’s muscles had gone slack. He wasn’t sure how long he had been unconscious. Well. But what a treasure he was, to still be trying to cum even when his brain had no oxygen.

He reluctantly shifted his hips and stood up, the milk-soaked lamb impaled deeply on his cock and hanging limply from it in the air. He was so small that his body couldn’t take more than half of Edward’s length without him actively forcing it in, and his little limbs were so short that they barely dangled down from his limp body at all. The white liquid dripping from his curly, soaked head was just about the sexiest thing Edward had ever seen, and he congratulated himself on the idea. But if the kid did die, there would be a lot of trouble to deal with. Not to mention the loss of possibly the best sex toy he had ever had.

He took Timmy by the scruff and pulled him off his cock. He was still limp and unresponsive. Edward unceremoniously tossed the lamb onto his back in the hay, leaning down over him to check whether he was breathing. He wasn’t. Though he had the most adorable expression of cross-eyed orgasmic bliss on his little face. 

Edward was about to do CPR once more when he got a rather devilish idea. There were other ways of pumping out his lungs, he thought. Maybe even a new avenue of his body to explore. He angled his raging erection down to press against Timmy’s chubby little belly, centering his slit right over Timmy’s belly button. Leaning his head back in bliss, he stroked himself while thrusting rhythmically against his son’s belly. 

Each thrust caused the cub’s tiny body to judder wildly from the force. Edward was getting so turned on by the sight of his twitching, dripping, unconscious son’s body under him that he was sure he wouldn’t last. Fortunately it only took a few moments of this for Timmy to choke up the milk he had managed to aspirate. The cub moaned softly, but his eyes were still crossed and flickering dimly, not yet aware what was happening.

Edward pumped his hips desperately, now causing Timmy to wheeze and cough each time the fat head of his father’s bull cock poked nearly to the back of his stomach. He distantly hoped he wouldn’t accidentally break his back from doing this. Either way, he couldn’t stop. This was way too hot. That, and he had to see if his hunch was right about what would happen next.

“Nnnngh, take it, son,” he groaned.

He stroked his cock the last few little steps to finally reach his peak, never leaving contact with Timmy’s belly button. Though his cock head was much too big to fit inside that tiny hole, he pressed firmly enough to create a seal between his slit and Timmy’s belly. Finally, cum burst through his enormous bull cock, and directly into Timmy’s belly.

Timmy’s eyes suddenly went wide with full consciousness as he felt cum dumped directly inside him through a hole that should have become closed since just after he was born. Yet in seconds, his belly had bulged out to the size of a soccer ball. But Edward was nowhere near done. Timmy gurgled and snapped his lips shut, but the result was that a spurt of cum – or milk? – emerged out his nose. His eyes once again crossed, and he seemed to lose consciousness once more. As his body relaxed, cum flowed freely from his every orifice.

Gobs of it poured from his mouth. Twin streams from his nose. His asshole was already so stretched that it barely came in his belly before flooding out again. And once again Edward had somehow managed to pump him so full that a few spurts even emerged from his adorable, twitching little ears. In fact, Edward thought the color of the tears forming at the corners of his eyes might even have been a little white. 

Finally sated, Edward leaned back with a sigh to observe his handiwork. The formerly black and white lamb was now draped in so much cum that it was difficult to tell if he had any coloring at all. Not to mention he was stuffed so full he had little of his original shape. Cum flowed sluggishly from his mouth, his belly button and his anus, as if it too wanted to linger in the feeling for a little longer. He was twitching now and then, so Edward was fairly certain he was still alive. Though whether his brain had been pickled by some combination of semen or asphyxiation at this point was anyone’s guess.

Edward was stroking himself again almost before he realized it, utterly entranced by the sight of the cub so thoroughly used. He had cum so hard that he probably couldn’t do so again for a while. But at the thought of him being thoroughly used, his lips twitched upward with a wicked thought. 

The bull whistled sharply. Within a few moments, his three Maremma sheepdogs trundled into the barn, looking utterly unconcerned by the state of their master’s son filled with semen and twitching on the hay. They all watched Edward eagerly, waiting for instruction. He approached each of them to give them ear scritches in greeting. 

“All right, boys. Are you ready? Then…sic ‘em.”

A command he rarely used, but had trained all his dogs to obey from the time they were puppies. Almost before their erections had even emerged from their sheathes, all three dogs ambled over to the unconscious, cum-draped cub and began searching out orifices on his body to hump.

The first one to succeed in finding a usable hole was the one who shoved his dog dick into Timmy’s slack, dripping maw. 

“GRHK!” Timmy gurgled in shock, but almost instantly relaxed and tasted deeply of the feral dog dick being repeatedly and carelessly shoved down his throat.

The next one mounted Timmy’s belly, and to even Edward’s disbelief, managed after only a couple of awkward proddings to push his tapered cock directly into Timmy’s belly button. The cub bleated and his chubby little limbs flailed uselessly, but there was nothing he could do. He was having his belly button fucked by a dog. 

Not only that, but the force of the dog’s thrusts seemed to be causing cum to burble up his throat, forming a foam that spilled from either side as the first dog heedlessly kept fucking his mouth. Little noises escaped Timmy now and then, but he seemed once again to be on the edge of what he could take. And then the third dog found his most well-used hole.

With the third dog eagerly pumping inside his tail hole, all three dogs were now deep into the frantic and relentless rhythm with which they would fuck anything that Edward told them to. Timmy’s tiny body was dwarfed by the three fluffy white dogs humping him. They didn’t seem to care if they shook him apart with their fast, powerful thrusting. Edward bit his lip and stroked himself, appreciating their efforts. 

The dogs began huffing and yipping now and then as their orgasms approached quickly. One after another, they soon began pumping Timmy’s thoroughly used body full of dog semen. It was only a drop in the bucket compared to his father’s of course, but more than enough to make him gurgle and twitch.

The dogs were panting in exhaustion, and Edward had more than recovered just from watching. He knew they would all have knotted his boy – or tried to – but he couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed the one stuck in Timmy’s tail hole by the scruff and pulled him off. Although the dog whimpered a bit, his knot was not even as thick as Edward’s hyper bull cock, so Timmy’s well-stretched hole could not have held it if he wanted to. Without even bothering to remove the other two, he merely slid inside his well-fucked boy’s hole.

He watched with delight as once again his massive, flared bull cock sank down deep inside his son’s slutty body. Even still stuffed with cum as he was, the outline was clearly visible gliding up his belly. Edward groaned and his dog whimpered as his cock bumped up against the one still stuck in Timmy’s belly button. He merely pushed past it as he was currently craving the feeling of Timmy’s warmth against the base of his cock.

He thrust lazily for a while, taking his time in carving out his son’s insides. The two dogs still knotted inside his mouth and belly button panted but rode through Edward’s thrusts as they waited for their knots to go down. He loved the idea that feral dogs were instinctively trying to impregnate his son’s belly and throat. If only.

He moaned as he reached up to fondle Timmy’s slightly pudgy chest. Although it was sticky and matted with semen and partly dried milk, he didn’t care. In fact, he pondered, maybe he would see if it were possible to train Timmy’s body to accept penetration in those cute, pink little nipples as well. Obviously his own cock would never fit, but maybe his dog’s or another cub’s might. He shuddered at the thought of whoring Timmy out to a group of cubs even smaller than him.

As Edward’s excitement grew, he felt his cock expanding even further. He sank down into the half-sheep’s body as far as he could go. But then he met resistance. At the same time, one of his dog’s yelped. As he looked around the one in Timmy’s belly button, he realized why. Timmy’s throat was bulged out about halfway up by his father’s flared cock head. But near the entrance, his mouth was completely full of dog knot. The knot was immobile, meaning Edward’s cock could not go any further without dislodging the dog’s. Edward smirked.

He shifted his hips up and down, experimentally feeling with his tip to see if he could brush against the dog’s. Indeed, he soon felt the delightful sensation of the pointed dog’s dick rubbing against his slit. Unable to resist, he leaned into that sensation. 

As he continued pushing his cock in deeper, despite the resistance, he groaned as he felt the dog’s dick slowly sinking down inside his own slit. Truly, it was a wonder he had never done this before, as he realized these dogs’ dicks were just about the perfect size for sounding. Edward eagerly began thrusting, still thumping up against the resistance of the dog’s knot stuck in Timmy’s mouth but perfectly willing to dislodge it if the urge struck him.

The dog was panting again. Beneath, Timmy was unresponsive once more. Now and then he would utter a weak little moan or gurgle, but likely he could barely breathe, and had to focus on merely staying alive. Edward fucked the dog’s dick and his son’s throat harder, wanting to completely overwhelm them both.

Finally, his dog yelped once more as he finally forced it out of Timmy’s mouth. At the same time, his cock slid just exactly where he had been wanting it for so long. Spitroasting Timmy’s slutty sheep body from root to tip. Timmy trembled around him, but perhaps he had really lost his mind by now, because he seemed to be taking the idea of being fucked all the way through by his father’s cock with little resistance or surprise.

Edward glided his hips in and out, unintentionally stimulating both dogs as he did. The one that had been in Timmy’s mouth was not only still buried deep in his slit, but seemed to have taken a liking to the stimulation, and was currently mindlessly humping his cock tip. The third dog whined nearby, seeming to be lonely to be left out. Without ceremony, it merely mounted the ass of the one fucking Edward’s slit, and thrust inside.

Both dogs let out appreciative howls at the sensation, and Edward let out a low growl deep in his throat to see his dogs desperately humping whatever hole was most convenient, even each other’s. They were getting so into it that, just watching them, he couldn’t possibly hold back. 

Grasping Timmy’s tiny ankles in order to hold him down firmly, Edward groaned and came so hard that his cum blasted both dogs in front of him back against the hay bales behind them. Even after that, the one continued humping the other until he knotted and filled him, leaving them both twitching in orgasmic bliss. 

As his cock continued spurting out streams of cum, Edward looked down to see Timmy’s stretched body completely impaled on him. He loved seeing his mouth and throat stretched over his cock. But soon the stimulation from this and cumming twice in short succession became too much, and he slowly and reluctantly pulled out. 

It took some effort to pop his flared head back inside Timmy’s mouth, even as it was beginning to slacken slightly. But he eventually did, and even slid past the remaining dog’s dick inside Timmy’s belly button. As the pressure faded, the dog huffed slightly and managed to pop his cock free of Timmy’s belly button, allowing a small stream of cum to flow out from the hole. Edward had to pause and take a breath here, simply over-stimulated from seeing his son so thoroughly used. 

As he was still resting with his cock tip just inside his son’s entrance, the remaining dog sniffed Timmy’s body curiously. His bright red, pointed dick was still erect. Edward couldn’t help but watch as the dog sought out any remaining holes to fuck. At one point it sniffed Timmy’s head. The cub’s head was turned to one side, his tongue lolling out sluttily, his eyes crossed and lashes trembling. Instead of his slack mouth, the dog sniffed and lightly licked Timmy’s quivering ear. Edward’s eyes slowly widened.

As his mouth hung open, unable to fully process what was happening, Edward’s faithful dog mounted his son’s head, and began thrusting against his ear. At first it seemed impossible; even though the dog’s cock was relatively small, the kid’s ear was not large. A few fumbling attempts, but then the dog let out a satisfied sigh and Timmy’s whole body jerked. Edward swallowed heavily as he watched his dog fit its cock tip inside his son’s ear.

Timmy frowned as if in concentration, likely in at least some amount of pain, but still didn’t seem fully aware of what was happening. It only took about four thrusts. Each enthusiastic thrust of the dog’s hips shoved that pointed tip a little deeper, stretching out Timmy’s ear canal. Again and again, inch after inch it went in deeper, impossibly deeper. Timmy’s expression flickered from confusion to shock, flashing pleasure and pain now and then, but finally relaxed into blissful nothingness. And then with the fourth thrust, the dog was fully inside.

Edward only remained in shock for a few seconds more, and then began furiously stroking himself while he kept his tip buried in Timmy’s warmth. After all, he couldn’t be sure how long that warmth could remain. Was he dead? Part of him truly didn’t care. He just wanted to see his kid’s brains literally fucked out by a feral dog dick.

Timmy’s head was repeatedly knocked against the hay-covered floor as the dog heedlessly fucked his brain. But although various fluids were leaking from essentially every orifice on his head, it wasn’t clear just exactly how much damage – if any – the dog’s cock was doing to his brain matter. Sheep’s brains were flatter than most mammals’, so it was possible the dog was thrusting down toward Timmy’s throat, or inside his brain case but not actually impaling his brain. Edward desperately wanted to know which, but he knew he would be turned on either way. If this didn’t kill him but merely lobotomized his son, making him just like his mother, there would be nothing wrong with that, he decided.

Despite already cumming twice, Edward could not stop stroking as he watched the dog howl and pound Timmy’s head into the ground, sending out deliciously erotic noises as it fucked the impossibly tight hole of his ear. It would definitely be too tight for the dog to knot, which was probably a saving grace for Timmy’s brain. But still, that dog was just about to pump Timmy’s head full of semen with utterly no barrier in between. Edward groaned and felt his third orgasm rising up inescapably.

Finally, the dog yipped several times, its hips’ movements becoming jerky and stuttering. Edward watched, entranced, as Timmy’s eyes crossed and rolled back. And then dog semen sputtered from his nose. Then it gurgled up from his mouth. And finally spluttered out his other ear onto the hay-strewn floor. 

Edward growled deeply and jacked himself off, instantly flooding Timmy’s already ravaged body with yet another heavy load of bull cum. The dog was forced back as the cum flooded him so deeply that it instantly sprayed out from every hole in the little sheep’s head, even the freshly used one of his left ear. Timmy made some very odd noises, but showed no signs of coming around. At least, not for some time.

Edward sighed heavily as he regained his breath and sanity. He pulled Timmy off his cock and lifted the limp cub up to examine him. There were still signs of life, but he couldn’t get over the erotic sight of his ear hole gaping and dripping. Was there some brain matter dripping out along with the mix of dog and bull semen? He couldn’t tell. Either way, he would treasure this cum dump until – and possibly even after – he had outlived his usefulness. He decided to look into the relative practicalities of formaldehyde versus taxidermy.

He gave his twitching, thoroughly fucked son a kiss on the curly, matted forehead. “Well, I suppose that’ll do for today. But we’re going to have to work on your endurance, son.”

Timmy’s only response was to waggle his lolled out tongue, and make some sort of mindless gurgling noise.