Deviant’s Disease

Far off from the nearest signs of civilization, deep in the heart of an old forest, life began to flourish once more as the winter gave way to spring, plants and animals alike beginning to wake up from their stupor and their hibernation. Amongst all the burgeoning life in the woods was a lone grey wolf, stalking through the bushes and trotting through the clearings, keeping his snout low to the ground and his ears perked up. Though he'd certainly been active all winter long, keeping a close eye on his pack and helping take care of the newest litter of pups, the feral canine hadn't patrolled the furthest reaches of his territory as of late, the heavy snowfall keeping much of the woods nearly impassable even for a seasoned hunter like himself. With the routes finally opening up now that the snow had melted, and him getting a bit more time to himself thanks to the pups getting more self reliant by the day, the large male was eager to patrol his territory once more, marking the woods and making sure that no outsiders were coming in on his territory. As he neared the furthest reaches of his territory, a region he rarely visited since it wasn't particularly good land for hunting and so far away from his den, the wolf suddenly caught an odd scent in the wind. The canine wasn't able to quite place the aroma, unable to recognise it, even unsure whether it was a fellow beast or something else entirely, yet it immediately made him curious, deciding to investigate further. Going beyond his territory on the hunt for the source of the scent, hoping to chase off whatever it was, the wolf didn't even notice that the more he inhaled of the odd smell, the more aroused he got, the tip of his red rocket peeking out of his sheath as he had his snout up in the air, his nostrils twitching as his tail wagged gently. 

After a bit of a walk, the scent only getting stronger and him only getting hornier, the wolf finally arrived at an old grove near the top of a small hill, the trees reaching up towards the skies in gnarled and twisted forms, looking like they were a good bit older than most of the rest of the forest. The canine male didn't have much difficulties finding the source of the scent, following his nose as he trotted to the very apex of the hill, spotting an odd looking flower sitting all by itself in a clearing, circled by the trees and spotlighted by the sunlight beaming through the canopy. The flower was big, almost the size of the wolf's head, almost looking like a budding rose in shape, and in shape only. The stem of the flower was a black stalk with no leaves, the flower bud itself looking slightly translucent, a bead of some sort of slimy, thick excretion running down the closed petals of the odd plant. Up close, the scent of the flower was downright intoxicating, causing the feral wanderer’s mind to get foggy as he stepped right up to the oddity, gingerly leaning his head down to sniff at the thing, his cock fully erect and his knot already swelling up from the pheromones getting him all worked up. As soon as the male's snout touched the flower, just barely glancing up against it as some of the viscous fluids smeared against his nose, the flower suddenly opened up, causing the feral to take a nervous step back, curiously eyeing up the thing as he panted, his dick slapping up against his belly. The flower revealed an opening, looking like a maw of some sort of a carnivorous plant, glistening with copious amounts of the slimy substance dripping down the sides of the mouth as it turned to the wolf, reaching out towards the inquisitive beast. 

Almost utterly docile thanks to the mental fog descending down over him, the wolf allowed the plant to rub up against his body as he approached it once more, barely even paying it any attention as it smeared more of the slime all over his fur, caressing his chest and belly as it headed towards the canine's manhood dangling down between his back legs. The wolf's tail dropped down and a tiny whimper escaped his mouth as the flower finally found his dick, giving a pleasured yelp as it suddenly enveloped his entire girth, swallowing his girth whole with its petals squeezing down around his knot. The feral male had to dig his claws into the ground to keep his legs from giving out from under him, shuddering and whining as utter bliss washed over him, pleasure unlike anything he'd ever experienced in his life. The flower suckled and milked along his entire length, working him over like a ravenous pup looking for a teat to drink from, slathering his red rocket with the slick slime as he was getting pumped dry, lowering his head and gently humping against the bud while his tongue dangled down the side of his muzzle. Though he'd fathered several litters, having bred multiple bitches in heat, the weird plant was beating any other rut that the feral male had ever had, quivering as he very quickly neared a climax. Bucking his hips forward as he let out a howl, the wolf reared his head up as his sack twitched, spraying a load right into the maw of the flower. The jets of cum collected in the mouth of the plant, quickly filling up all the way to the brim and overflowing, dripping onto the ground and soaking into the grass as the feral male pawed at the dirt, whining as he emptied his sack, spraying out a bigger load than any of the females in his pack had ever had the pleasure of receiving. Nearly passing out from the intensity of the orgasm, the wolf just stood still, panting as the flower let go of his member, letting it slip free from the maw as the bud closed up again, sealing in the cum sloshing around inside. Unaware of the infection that had taken hold of him, and the series of events that he would unleash, the unsuspecting and fully drained canine staggered down the hill, sitting down to lick his manhood clean, barely able to walk straight after the milking he'd endured.

Resting for a moment, the male was quickly able to get back up to his feet, full of vigour and amped up after just a little breather, feeling even better than before as he headed back towards his den. In fact, the wolf was feeling so virile and full of energy that he was sporting an erection yet again, barely five minutes after he'd blown the biggest load of his life. Hornier than ever, quite literally drooling with anticipation as he licked his chops and sniffed the air, the male made his way back to his den as fast as he could, driven by a wild need to breed as the infection fully took hold of him. At the mouth of a small tunnel dug into the side of a mound, the canine's mate was the first to meet the leader of the pack as he returned from his trip to the borders of their territory, her tail wagging as she came out to greet the male, taken back slightly by the odd yet alluring scent lingering around him, noticing the hard on he was sporting. Though it wasn't breeding season yet, the infected wolf wasted no time on working off his pent up lust, immediately circling around to the back of his mate giving her spade a few licks, mounting her with a huff as he drove his knotted girth deep into her cunt, the pair both barking and panting as they rutted right out in the open, in front of the rest of the pack. A few of the other wolves came out to see what all the commotion was about, that year's pups likewise poking their heads out of the den, curious as they watched the couple furiously fucking, the male's howl echoing around the woods as he blew a load in his mate. Pulling out, a puddle of his seed spilling out of the bitch’s spade as she gave a winded grunt, the infected canine turned to the rest of his pack, still rock hard as he eyed up the rest of his kin, not yet satisfied as he stepped forward, ready to mount or get mounted by whoever happened to be closest to him. And only a few moments later, his mate would be just as needy as he was, ready to spread the infection further. 

By the afternoon, the entire pack of wolves was enveloped in one big incestuous and feral orgy, with the beasts rutting one another without any regard for who was on top or what hole they happened to be inside of, the desperate whimpering and lustful panting audible from almost the other side of the forest. Males were humping other males, the pups were knotting their mother, bitches were tonguing spades while getting their own tailholes ploughed hard, all while the horny beasts were spraying loads both on and in one another. Thanks to the infection, the wolves were easily able to go again and again and again, cumming inside of a maw only to turn around and immediately mount another hole, virile and relentless, not pausing for even a second as the entire pack was fully infected. As the first one to have gained the gift of the flower, the head of the pack had already fucked every other member, most of them more than once even, by the time evening rolled around. And yet, the male still wasn't satisfied, his nose twitching as he caught the scent of prey in the wind. With his girthy cock swinging around under him, covered in cum, his tailhole leaking from the several loads that had been pumped inside of him and his snout drenched in various lewd fluids, the wolf took off towards the source of the mouthwatering aroma. Only a stone's throw away from the den, the canine predator found a deer grazing on grass, much more docile than the skittish things usually would've been, barely even paying any attention as the wolf managed to easily sneak behind the hooved feral. Eyeing up the deer, the male stopped in his tracks for a moment as her tail suddenly flagged up, revealing her pink backside, her pussy staring him right in the face as he let out a soft snarl, his hunger suddenly turning to a very different sort of desire. 

As the wolf slowly walked up to her, the doe didn't try to run, having followed the scent of the feral orgy, already feeling the first effects of the infection as she allowed him to step right behind her. The deer let out a tiny bleat as the canine's muzzle pressed against her cunt, his tongue slathering her pussy lips until she squatted down, bracing herself as the predator mounted her, his claws gripping her hide as he tossed his front paws over her back, his manhood pressing against her slit. Without hesitation, the wolf rammed himself inside of the doe, drawing out another cry from her as he humped her hard and fast, able to drive his knot in and out of her pussy with relative ease thanks to her size, stuffing his shaft balls deep into the wet and warm depths of her silky folds. After just a few minutes of laboured rutting, the interspecies relationship came to a messy, explosive finish as the feral male let out a howl, making her flinch as his dick twitched deep inside of her, his knot swelling to full size as a giant load filled her up, sealing the fate of the doe and making sure she was fully infected. With canine seed dribbling down the thighs of her back legs, bleating and moaning as she laid all the way down on the ground, the deer let out a happy snort as her predatory mate immediately began to fuck her again, never pulling out and barely even stopping before he started his humping once more. As the interspecies couple made each other cum again and again, the rest of the male's pack had similar ideas in mind, each of them straying away from the den to seek out some more beasts to fuck, spreading the infection further in the process. 

Heading away from his den, one of the infected pups quickly found the tracks of another beast, his nose low to the ground as he followed the scent, unsure of what exactly he was tracking yet not particularly bothered either way, more focused on just finding something, anything to hump. It didn't take long for the young wolf, not even a yearling yet, to find what he was looking for, spotting a fox on the hunt for some mice. The male fox was quick to take notice of the attention he was receiving as well, his ears at attention and his tail up as he stayed still and stared at the approaching canine, growling and barking to try to chase off the puppy. Too horny to be intimidated by the fox's attempts at scaring him off, the pup just ran up to the defensive red-furred male, sniffing at the fox, his snout wandering nearer to the fellow canine's rump with every passing second. Though he didn't much enjoy the ambush from the wolf, not even a little wolf like the one nosing him, the fox found himself unwilling to run off, captivated by the odd scent wafting from the puppy, spotting the girthy red rocket poking out from under the other male, nearly as big as his already. As soon as he'd found the fox's backside, sticking his snout underneath the fluffy tail that lifted up to give him full access, the little wolf gave the tight pucker a few licks before immediately mounting his new playmate, panting furiously as he awkwardly shuffled into position, having never had any experience with breeding before that day. The fox let out a soft growl as he felt a hard, wet tip pressing against his asshole, torn on whether or not he should let the cub continue as his own manhood began to stiffen and slide out of his sheath, slowly getting hornier as the pup bucked inside of him. Slick with his mother's juices and his father's slobber, the young wolf's girth easily slipped into the fox's ass as he let out a blissful yip, his tail wagging as he began to furiously hump away at the fellow canine's tight pucker, spreading it open around his shaft as he slowly but sure infected yet another animal. Bowing down and sticking his rump out for the puppy to rut as he panted, his own dick leaking precum onto the grass, the fox was well on his way to just fully embracing the newfound lust washing over him as he was jostled around by the rapid thrusts, grunting quietly while taking the wolf's cock, letting loose a low growl as he felt his tailhole stretching out around the cub's knot. As the fox's ass clenched around his knot, tightening in pulses as the feral male under him climaxed as well, the wolf pup whined while dumping out a load into the red-furred canine, still trying to buck deeper into his partner even though he was already balls deep and tied, a puddle of cum slowly forming underneath the pair as they both spewed out rope after rope of infected seed as the sun began to set. 

Waking up nice and early, Molly stretched her legs as she stood up, giving a soft snort as she shook off the straw clinging to her pure white fur, a little red bow tied around her neck. The sheep had the honour of being the farm owner's favourite ewe out of her entire flock, meaning she had some additional favours she got to enjoy thanks to Andrew's special attention. The bear and his son certainly took good care of all the beasts on his farm, dutifully looking after the sheep and the horses, but Molly had always been the ursine’s favourite, making sure she had first dibs at the feeding trough, that her fluffy fur was bright and clean, and even occasionally letting her hang out inside of the house. The ewe did still sleep in the barn with her flock most nights though, often being the first one up, already munching on some feed by the time the automatic doors whirred to life and opened up to let the sheep out into the field. Stepping out of the cozy little shack that the sheep huddled in to snooze through the night, Molly let out a happy bleat as she trotted out into the grassy field, prancing across the sizeable pasture. Hoping to get back to a patch of tasty dandelions she'd found growing on the edge of the paddock, the sheep made her way to the fence bordering the forest at the far side of the farmland. The rest of Molly’s flock usually avoided getting anywhere near the forest, the the smell of the occasional wild beast that'd drop by for a peek as well as the deep shadows spooking the other ewes, yet Molly was never particularly bothered by it, knowing the fence would hold back anything bigger than a dog, and anything else she could kick or stomp into oblivion if she really needed to. Nearing the edge of the woods, the sheep suddenly caught a whiff of something odd in the air, stopping in her tracks and raising her snout up as she sniffed, trying to figure out the source of the weird new smell, intrigued yet also slightly on edge all of the sudden. 

Following the scent, Molly came right up to the fence, peering into the forest, spotting a bush shaking just beyond the tree line as she hunched down into a defensive pose, snorting as she stomped her hoof, ready for anything. The ewe was slightly surprised to see a lone red fox stepping out of the bushes, casually strolling right up to the fence, his tail puffed up yet showing no signs of hostility, instead seeming in a very different sort of a mood entirely, the tip of his knotted cock dragging along the grass. The odd yet alluring scent grew much stronger as the feral canine came up to the pen, putting the sheep at ease as she watched the male easily slip underneath the electric fence, heading straight for her as he licked his lips and wagged his tail. The fox had been busy at work all night long, having infected many of the feral residents of the forest, both fellow foxes and others as well, and he had his sights on yet another potential playmate. Molly let out a bleat and took a few hesitant steps back as the fox confidently marched up to her, yet she didn't make any effort to run away or fight off the male, freezing up on the spot as he circled around to her rear. Glancing up at the sheep's backside, spotting a hint of pink peeking out from under the fluffy female's tail, the fox hopped up to his back legs, planting his front paws on her hind quarters as he stuck his snout right up to her slit, shoving her tail out of the way. Molly let out a shuddering bleat as the wild beast's tongue caressed her pussy lips, giving her mound a few licks before it dipped deeper into her cunt, digging in as far as he could reach while she shuddered and gently pushed her rump back against his muzzle, rather enjoying the treatment. Though he wasn't quite big enough to properly mount the ewe and show her what a knot felt like, the fox was quite happy just enjoying his mutton dinner, eating out the sheep as her juices ran down his chin, spreading the infection through his saliva as he stuffed his snout between the panting feral lady's pussy lips. 

Used to waking up at the crack of dawn, learning to say goodbye to any hopes of getting to sleep in after inheriting his farm from his father, Andrew tossed aside his blanket with a yawn, scratching his belly as he sat up, taking a moment to crack his neck before slipping out of bed entirely. Combing his black fur with his claws, the bear headed for the closet tucked in the corner of his room, opening it up and grabbing the stack of clothes he'd set aside the night before, preferring to do all his prepping before bed so that he wouldn't have to do any thinking or many any decisions while still waking up. Glancing over at the empty side of the closet, still barren from the breakup he'd had a year back, the ursine man just gave a sigh and nudged the closet door closed with his foot, sitting down on the side of his bed to get dressed. Between taking care of his animals, doing all sorts of chores around the farm, and taking care of the son he'd gotten guardianship over as part of the breakup most importantly, Andy hadn't had much time for dating or anything of the sort, though he wasn't too bothered by it, having learned to get by with just his own hand and a porn mag, since life could be lonely out in the countryside even as a young and dashing bachelor. Slipping on his work jeans and shirt, the bear stepped out of his room, stopping just down the hall at his son's door, giving it a knock as he called out with a smirk on his face, 
“Rise and shine, Ray. The dogs are gonna want their breakfast, I wouldn't keep them waiting or they might just gobble you up instead of the kibble.”
The man heard Raymond giving a groggy groan from beyond the door, chuckling as he let the cub rise in peace while he headed down the stairs, greeted by the two farm dogs already sitting at attention at the foot of the steps. Andrew squatted down to pet the hounds, nodding over his shoulder as the pair whined, the female German shepherd nuzzling against his hand while the male Australian shepherd pushed against his legs, 
“Sorry guys, it's not me you've gotta convince, the boy's the one you've gotta complain to if the service isn't up to your standards.”
Heading into the kitchen and loading up the coffee machine for his cup of morning joe, Andy heard heavy footsteps lumbering down the stairs a few minutes later, looking over to see his son staggering into the kitchen, still wearing only a pair of briefs and a t-shirt. The 11 year old cub yawned, barely able to keep his eyes open while both of the dogs circled around him hungrily, nudging him on while he grabbed the bag of dog food from the cupboard, pouring two bowls full while glancing over at his dad, 
“You really can't let me sleep in, not even on the weekends?”
“Nope~”
Wanting his son to learn the ways of the farm while still young, and not get caught by surprise like he had when his own father made him take over, Andrew just smirked at the groggy little bear serving the hounds their breakfast before stumbling off to get dressed. 

Downing his first cup of coffee in quick fashion, pouring another serving into a thermos to give him a much needed kick later down the road, Andrew headed out to check on his farm. Taking a quick tour around the place to make sure everything was in order before he began his daily tasks, the man first headed for the stables, opening up the doors and hearing a few excited whinnies as he stepped in, walking past the handful of stallion and mares he had, giving them a few pats before letting them out into the fields, filling up their feed trough while he was stopping by. Wiping his brow, the ursine next headed for the other side of the yard, stepping into the barn, greeted by hungry bleats from the sheep as he chuckled and served up breakfast for the ewes as well, glancing around at the small herd of sheep with a slightly confused look on his face, spotting no sign of the red bow anywhere. Having expected Molly to be the first one up for grub, often having to stop the girl from pushing and bullying the other ladies off of the feed trough, Andy peeked out of the barn while the sheep were still pouring in, squinting as he scanned the paddock, shouting out for his favourite ewe, 
“Molly! C'mon girl, dinner's served!”
The man finally spotted a blur of white off in the distance, at the very edge of the pen and right next to the fence, doing a quick headcount of the sheep that were in the barn and deducing that the lone little cloud could only be his Molly. Worried that she might've gotten herself hurt, or gotten her leg stuck on the fencing yet again, the bear left the rest of the flock to feed in peace as he headed out for the far side of the paddock, going to check up on his favourite. 

After a short walk, from about the middle of the pen, Andrew could see that the sheep certainly wasn't stuck on anything, and didn't seem hurt either, just standing still and staring off at nothing in particular, only getting the man more confused as he walked right up to her. Not spotting the fresh fox tracks left in the mud right next to the ewe, the farmer stepped up next to the girl, giving her head a pat as he leaned down to get a look at her, 
“Hey Molly, are you feeling alright?”
As if snapping out of a trance at the touch of the bear, Molly flinched gently before giving a soft bleat, turning to look at Andy, seeming her usual happy self once more as she nuzzled against his leg, her tail giving a twitching wag. Chuckling at the sheep, relieved that she seemed fine, Andrew continued stroking her soft, white wool, his expression changing slightly as he suddenly caught an odd scent, floral yet simultaneously quite musky, unable to decide whether it was a plant or an animal as he looked around, 
“You smell that, girl?”
Squatting down, trying to find the source as the scent only grew stronger, the ursine farmer suddenly realised that it was coming from the ewe, sticking his snout right into her fleece and taking a big sniff as he raised an eyebrow, petting her while looking around, 
“What did you roll around in, a bottle of perfume? Guess you're gonna need a wash later today. Well, probably at least, I mean… it's not a terrible smell…”
Kneeling next to Molly, running his fingers through her soft and fluffy coat as she rubbed herself against him, happily snorting and bleating while he stared at her with a slightly distant look in his eyes, Andrew could feel his breathing slowing down, feeling at peace yet simultaneously restless as he gently hugged the feral female. Rubbing his face and his hands all over the sheep's fur, sighing as he had almost forgotten just how heavenly her fleece really felt, taking in the fragrant scent with every breath, the man suddenly realised that he was sporting a hard on. Quickly standing up and looking down at his crotch, blushing lightly as he spotted his pants tented, the bear quickly cleared his throat and dusted himself off, chuckling awkwardly while looking around to make sure his son wasn't watching, 
“I really need to go to a bar soon, or get Ray to set up one of those dating apps on my phone.”
Guessing that the erection was just due to his recent dry streak rather than anything else, Andrew glanced back down at Molly still nuzzling his legs, thinking he almost detected a sultry look on the sheep's face before quickly shaking his head and laughing, taking a step away from the ewe, 
“Nope, definitely not. Not going to be one of those farmers, I already hear enough “hilarious” jokes about my Welsh heritage whenever I tell people I've got sheep.”
Trying to ignore the sudden tightness in his pants, the man took a moment to just center himself, taking in the fresh outdoor air before giving Molly one last pat on the head, nodding towards the barn before getting on the move again, 
“Alright you silly little girl, let's get back before your sisters gobble down all the food, I don't want you getting hungry or you'll just be cranky all day long.”

Returning to his chores after managing to coax the sheep back to the rest of the herd, Andy went about his day, trying his best to ignore the odd start to his morning yet finding it nearly impossible to do so. All afternoon long the bear was sporting an erection, unable to take his mind off of his horniness as he struggled to focus on the task at hand, his attention constantly slipping as he kept adjusting his overly tight pants. Unable to clear his head no matter how hard he tried, the ursine farmer was still struggling with the sudden onset of lust as he headed back to the sheep barn shortly after midday. Andrew spotted that most of the sheep were out in the field, yet they seemed to be acting a little odd, huddled together yet not panicking or afraid in the least, seemingly just enthralled with one another's company. Knowing that sheep could be rather silly at times, not exactly the smartest barnyard beast as cute as they might've been, the bear didn't pay the flock too much attention besides making sure they weren't in any danger, heading into the barn to do some cleaning up. Stepping inside and grabbing a brush, intending to sweep up some of the old straw and lay down a layer of fresh one to make sure the ewes had a clean and comfy place to sleep, the man was still lost deep in his thoughts as he wandered into one of the stalls in the barn. Too scatterbrained to notice that he wasn't alone in the barn, or the odd yet familiar scent wafting all around him, Andy swept up in the stall, turning around only to see Molly standing at the entrance to the little private nook, startling him as she just stood there, staring up at him, 
“Oh! Geez Molly, don't scare me like that, or I'm gonna have to swap out that cute bow of yours for a bell.”
The feral lady didn't make a peep, her nostrils flaring slightly as she took a step towards the man, cornering him in the stall as he suddenly had a chill run up his back, feeling thoroughly uncomfortable under the uncharacteristically intense stare of the beast. 

Feeling sweat forming on his brow as the staredown continued, Andrew finally set his broom aside and cleared his throat, trying to step past the sheep, 
“How about I just g-”
Before the bear could take another step however, Molly had already given him a swift yet gentle headbutt right against his belly, knocking him flat on his rump into a pile of straw in the corner, landing with a thud and a grunt as he was left discombobulated. Before her owner could regain his senses, the ewe took the opportunity to leap on him, pinning him in the soft pile of straw as she gave a playful bleat, sitting on top of his chest while he groaned, his face stuffed into her soft and fluffy fur, 
“Molly, what are you do-”
Andrew’s words trailed off as he suddenly felt the sheep's rump poking at his crotch, grinding against the erection throbbing just under his pants, shuddering as he hugged the sheep with a tiny moan,
“Oh, you… you really gotta get off of me M… Molly…”
The ewe didn't care about Andy’s sheepish begging, nor did she budge an inch even as he tried to gingerly nudge her off of him, draping her front hooves over the man's shoulders instead and using her weight to keep him down, giving another bleat as he groaned, trying to squirm out from under her, 
“I really gotta put you on a diet if you're this heavy.”
With his face buried in the sheep's coat, sniffing her arousing scent with every laboured breath he took, the blush on Andrew's face grew more intense by the second as he wriggled around, gritting his teeth as the feral female suddenly began to shuffle around on top of him, almost as if to deliberately hump him. Whether it was deliberate or not, the gyrating was still having quite an effect on the ursine farmer, gasping as the rubbed up against his groin, grinding on his rock hard cock while making sure he was sniffing her fur, giving an almost teasing bleat as she felt him quivering and hugging her harder. 

Panting as he closed his eyes, his hands wrapped around the sheep lying on top of him, Andrew groaned as precum spilled into his underwear from the humping, embarrassed at just how worked up he'd gotten from an animal grinding on him yet unable to do anything about his body's reaction to the ewe. Still trying to get out from under the sheep, or at least telling himself that it was what he was doing, the bear reached his hands down to Molly’s rump, hoping he could grab her back legs and shift the female feral off of him before the whole situation went even further and he had to replace his underwear, grabbing her ass as she practically purred at the touch. With just a little flick of her backside and a lift of her tail, Molly managed to get her owner's hand to slip right under her tail, staring him in the face as he suddenly felt something warm and wet, realising where his fingers were as his eyes widened. As if frozen in shock, Andy kept his hand under the sheep's tail, biting his lip as she gently shuffled her rear from side to side, rubbing her loins against his erection while also grinding her dripping wet pussy against his digits, letting out a soft baa right into his ear as he held his breath. The bear swore that it almost sounded like the ewe was telling him to keep going, moaning as she humped him, gingerly feeling her pussy lips with the tips of his fingers, nearly blowing a load right into his underwear as he finally pressed a finger into the sheep's cunt, gasping at just how wet and soft she felt,
“Holy fuck… you're desperate for cock, aren't you? I can't believe I'm doing this…”
Molly just licked at the bear's cheek, nuzzling against his face while letting out the occasional happy bleat, letting the man explore and finger her slit. 

Quivering under the warm blanket of the ewe’s fleece, fondling the feral lady's pussy while simultaneously thrusting up against her humping without even noticing that his hips were moving all on their own, Andrew could barely control his lust as he felt her walls squeezing down around his fingers, her alluring scent growing stronger and more overpowering by the second. Just as the bear was right on the verge of blowing his load in his pants from all the rubbing and grinding, Molly suddenly lifted herself off of him, leaving the ursine befuddled as his fingers slipped out of her depths, just about whimpering as she casually stepped aside, 
“H… hey, where are you going?!”
Clambering off of the man, Molly turned around and stood at the entrance to the stall, glancing back at him as she lifted up her tail, exposing her dripping wet pussy and tiny little pink tailhole, letting out a teasing bleat as she presented herself to him. Staggering up onto his knees and crawling closer to the sheep, staring at her backside hesitantly, slowly inching his snout closer and closer as his cock throbbed in his pants, the farmer finally groaned and laid a hand on her rump, 
“This is just… just a one time thing…”
Giving in to his desires, overwhelmed by the heady scent of pure, feral sex wafting up from Molly’s slit, the bear shoved his nose right up against her lips and took a deep sniff, moaning as precum soaked his underwear. Gently, the man puckered his lips and gave the barnyard beast's pussy a kiss, grabbing onto her ass with both hands as her wild yet sensual flavour drove him wild, panting as he stuffed his tongue into the sheep. Licking out Molly just as he'd eaten out his ex-wife, stuffing his tongue in deep while she gave a satisfied snort and stomped her hoof against the ground, the man moaned against his favourite girl's slit, letting her juices run down his chin and chest. Reaching under the sheep to grab at her crotch tits, giving them a gentle grope while he noisily lapped at her wet depths, the bear was already on the verge of blowing his load, though he was holding himself back for something even more intense. 

Pulling his muzzle out from under the needy sheep's tail, licking his lips clean as he huffed, Andrew stared at his girl's mound while slowly reaching down towards his crotch, his fingers running over the wet spot on his pants where she'd been grinding on him, grabbing the fly of his jeans as the last few shreds of hesitation left his mind, 
“A quickie can't hurt…”
The bear held his breath as he zipped his pants down, pulling out his cock while moaning, 
“I mean… who'd ever find out anyways?”
Managing to talk himself into taking the final steps into full on bestiality, the horny farmer shuffled closed to Molly, gripping her sort fur as he pressed his manhood against her wet lips, groaning as she gave an impatient snort and shoved herself back against him, causing his cock to slip from her lips, her slit grinding along his shaft and smearing her copious juices all along his length. Feeling so pent up that he could explode at any moment, Andrew pushed his dick down and thrust inside of the sheep, grunting as his entire cock disappeared inside of her with ease with how soaking wet she was. No matter how ready the ewe was for him however, she was still tighter than any other woman he'd gotten laid with, leaning down over the sheep's back and moaning into her fur as he wrapped his arms around her, gasping while passionately hammering away at her cunt
“Holy fuck… you're so tight…”
The barn echoed with the bear's moans and Molly’s horny bleats as she took the ursine farmer’s cock balls deep, both of them loving every last second of it, fully giving themselves to one another. Andy didn't hold himself back, bucking at the ewe’s cunt hard as he felt her clenching pussy milking him, tightly squeezing every inch of him as she kept bleating. Worried that his son might investigate the sounds of their passionate, feral lovemaking, the man reached a shaky hand over to Molly’s muzzle, gently clamping it closed as she just suckled and lapped at his fingers instead, leaning into his thrusting as his wild panting grew more laboured. No longer ashamed or worried about being a sheepfucker, Andrew planted himself balls deep in his feral girl, letting her squeeze down on him one last time before he blew his load, yelling out in utter ecstasy as several ropes already flooded her depths, spilling out her slit. The bear pulled out, cum trickling down Molly’s backside from her creampied mound as he continued to hose her back and ass with even more ropes, barely able to stay upright as he fired off what felt like a gallon’s worth of seed both inside and on the slutty little lamb, basting her rump with his cum as she just kept grinding her ass on his crotch, panting right alongside her owner as her teats bounced from side to side. 

Wheezing for air as he flopped back, sitting down in the pile of hay with his dick still twitching and dripping cum down his shaft, Andrew slowly but surely caught his breath while admiring the results of his hard labour, watching as cum spilled down the ewe’s backside from her filled up cunt, her entire rear painted with his load. Molly turned around to face the bear as she let out a winded bleat, stepping over to the newly infected farmer, laying down on his lap and nuzzling against his crotch, letting his rock hard dick rest against her snout as she began to clean it up with her tongue, starting from the base and slowly working her way up. Moaning and petting the four-legged lady as she licked him clean, almost about to go for a second round with her muzzle next, Andrew suddenly flinched at the sound of the barn door opening up, his son's voice calling out for him, 
“Dad, are you in here?”
In a hurry, thankful that Molly had ambushed him in a corner stall rather than right out in the open, Andy scrambled to get his dick back in his pants, having to nudge the ravenous sheep off of his crotch before he was able to hide his manhood, zipping his pants just in time for Raymond to step around the corner and peek into the stall, finding him sitting on the straw pile with Molly nuzzling him on his lap, 
“O… oh hey Ray, what's up?”
Thankfully too young to understand the odd white mess all over the ewe’s rump, or the weird, musky smell that was heavy in the air, the cub raised an eyebrow at his dad, 
“I heard Molly making weird sounds, and I think I might've heard you like… yelling or something like that as well.”
“Oh, I was just… I was… I was just fixing up a loose plank, hit my fingers with a hammer. Spooked Molly and got her a little riled up, so I just wanted to relax with her for a little bit.”
Seemingly buying his father's excuse, the young bear nodded, hearing one of the dogs barking off in the distance, 
“Oh, I think that's Bailey. They've both been acting up a little this morning, restless and running around, constantly sniffing around like they're after something.”
Though tucked away in his pants and hidden under the lustful sheep's chin, Andrew was still sporting a raging erection, his girth twitching and only getting harder as he stared at his son, suddenly gaining a new appreciation for the cub's lithe figure and shapely ass as he grinned gently, already getting swept up in the same craze of lust that it controlling Molly, 
“I think I'll come with you to check up on the dogs~”