Suburban life had become boring for the Kine family. The spark that had ignited the love between Bertha and Bob had become a tiny flicker, and the goings-on of their college-attending children had gone into constant routine and doldrums.
But that was until the arrival of their new neighbor, a grizzled former twink of a coyote riding in on a shining motorcycle with gray streaks in his fur, showing off his experience and mystique.
Since his arrival, the married couple's life has become much happier, and the coyote has become almost as if he were family. However, this proves a problem for one member of the Kine family.
Billy Kine, the family’s thin and short son, heads out in a sleeveless top and shorts. There's a bounce in his step as he clops along the pavement, whistling away.
"Someone seems to be having a happy day, eh?" the coyote's gruff but charming voice says. Cody stops his lawnmower and leans his elbow upon it, a smirk over his muzzle.
Billy stops, a slight blush growing upon the younger bull's cheeks. He grips the strap of his backpack, his large, sparkling eyes catching the topless coyote, drinking in the toned form underneath the fur.
"Is it a special occasion?" asks the neighbor.
"It is! Mr. Kine!" Billy responds, tapping from one hoof to the other. "My package arrived today."
"Did it now?" Cody says, stroking his chin. "And where did you think you were going with that backpack, hm? Did you think you could walk past me without showing that package off?"
Billy's tail swishes back and forth, turning fully to meet the neighbor, biting his lip. "Well, I-I just wanted you to…"
"You wanted me to invite you over?" the coyote asks, standing tall and looming over Billy.
Billy nods, biting his lip.
"Then, by all means, come on in. I'd love to see your package."
The coyote pushes his mower back to his backyard, allowing Billy to watch his shoulders move the machinery. Billy gulps but soon follows him into the grass, glancing carefully towards his house. No one else should be looking out the window right now. If they saw him, they would ask so many questions—questions he was only comfortable with Mr. Rey answering.
The coyote continues his nonchalant ritual of putting away his tools and heading into his house, saying nothing to the curious bull who follows him until he unlocks the back door and slides it open, looking over his shoulder toward Billy. "Ready to come in, cowboy?"
"Y-yes, sir!" Billy squeaks, scurrying on into the house.
Cody snickers, enjoying the bounce of his butt as he passes by. "Always so eager to play your role," Cody adds, closing the door behind him. "So, then, let's hear it."
He pulls his phone from his pocket, and with a quick swipe, a buzzing sound suddenly fills the quiet room.
Billy gasps, arching his back as Cody approaches him. "That's a good boy. In like you promised." He pulls the curtains over the glass door, leaving the two in the darkness of the air-conditioned room.
"Y… yeah… e-everything is, wuh-working!" Billy whines nervously, gripping the straps of his backpack tightly.
"And I notice that's some light makeup you have on there. Subtle but effective. It makes your spots pop, my little cowboy cutie." Cody growls, stepping up behind him.
"J… just like you said it would." Billy replies."
"Hey, I did my time when I was your age," the coyote admits. It's sad to say that most of us will have to face twink death one way or another, but some of us graduate quite well, don't you think?" He slides the intensity up on the device.
Billy staggers, dropping his bookbag and turning toward the coyote, reaching out, puckering his lips.
Cody presses a finger to the wanting mouth of the younger male. "Nuh-uh," he chastises him, then points to Billy's bag. "That your outfit?"
The cowboy nods, bringing his hands up to his cheeks.
"Go put it on. I'll see you in the bedroom."
Cody walks past him, tail swishing and slapping the bull at the rump, leaving the buzzing butt of the cowboy to make him whimper and quiver as the coyote disappears behind the door, turning the device off himself.
Billy hops to it, getting on his knees and pulling out the materials he brought with him, his heart racing and the blood pumping down between his legs, all while thinking that no one knows that he's secretly been fucked by the neighbor.
Cody flops onto his bed, stretching out and nodding, scratching his stomach and checking his messages, smirking as he sees the invites from both Bob and Bertha for other nights and days of debauched fornication. Little did Billy know that he wasn't the first of the Kines to engage with the coyote, making juggling the relationships all the more exciting.
Oh, and his favorite vtuber posted an update, saying something new was on the horizon.
A knock on the door breaks his thoughts, and the coyote scoots to sit by the headboard, licking his teeth. "Come on in, my slutty little cow.
In steps Billy, his state of dress closer to a state of undress. He wears long sleeves that go up to one finger, attached by a ring. His socks head down from his thighs to his hooves, held up by garters, and his panties—well, they hardly cover anything at all, leaving his tail and his booty free. That dangling, semihard cock throbbing as he stands before the predator.
"Is this good, Daddy Rey?"
The coyote curls his finger closer, a growl rising from his throat. "My cowboy," he snickers, "you look good enough to eat."

Billy Kine feels a piercing of delight through his heart at the sight of the confident older man lying on the bed before him. The cowboy lulls gently at the response his appearance gives the older coyote, and while his maleness quivers in delight at the words, he gets even more excited at the tightening that is evident underneath his jeans.
"A… are you going to eat me, Daddy Rey?" he says, hands on his cheeks, kicking his hooves.
"Maybe," Cody says, hands up behind his head, spreading his legs slightly. "But we'll just have to see where the day takes us. Come here, cutie."
The cowboy climbs onto the bed, crawling to the older coyote. He places his hands upon the man's fuzzy and warm body, sliding up from his tummy and over his chest. Billy shudders, licking his lips as he climbs there, his breath broken and excited.
Cody places a hand upon his cowboy's back, rolling down so the two lie side-by-side on the bed. He pulls Billy in close, their chests making sweet contact with one another, his nose pressed against Billy's. Cody growls, a sharp smile spreading over his mouth. "I can't believe I got this prize when I bought this house," he says, leaning in, pressing his tongue along Billy's neck.
Billy gasps, tilting his head, closing his eyes, and gripping Cody's shoulders. "Aaa. n.h… da-daddy…"
"Mmm? What is it? Tell me what you want, babe…"
The cowboy rocks his hips forward, his femmy boycock pressed against the denim of the coyote's jeans, rubbing those rugged trousers, slipping up and down his shaft.
Cody responds with a hand sliding down BIlly's side, running over his hips and finding its way between his legs, deftly pressing a palm to the head and stroking at the base.
"Such a needy little cowboy you are," the coyote growls, rumbling his deep voice in his chest. "I'm so glad you would dress up for me. I really should do something for you."
“F… fuck me…” Billy whimpers.
"So naughty…" Cody whispers into his ear, licking along the lobe. "After all, your mommy and daddy are right next door. If you squeal too loud, they might hear."
"Mmm… that's why we're inside," Billy suggests, hands running over Cody's waistline, hoofed fingers slipping under the band.
"True, true," he says.
"Besides," Billy responds, kissing the coyote right on the middle of the chest. "You're my daddy, Daddy Rey."
"Damn right, I am," Cody says, scooting and sitting up on his knees. "And I think Daddy has something that his cowboy wants."
Sitting up, Cody unbuttons his pants. They are the slightly smaller ones he wore for days such as this, allowing the dramatic pop of the button to be much more noticeable for his favorite cowboy.
And Billy notices, squeaking with glee as the pants are freed. He reaches up and places his hands at the zipper, pulling down slowly. His breath is huffing and happy, and his eyes widen as more and more of the coyote's pubic fuzz is exposed.
"N… no underwear?" Billy gasps.
"Don't need it with what we're doing, cowboy," he says, placing a hand on the back of the cowboy's head, petting gently, running a hand up over his horn.
"Mmmn…." Billy sighs, pulling the pants down, letting that coyote cock spring free from its hold. He presses his face right up to that thing, taking a nice, big whiff between his legs, his eyes rolling back, fluttering in delight.
"Damn, if people knew how much of a freak you were, they'd go nuts," Cody says.
"I'm a freak for you, Daddy Rey," the cowboy says, wrapping fingers around the shaft and slowly stroking it, getting that half-erect thing to pump up to fuller and fuller mast. He bites his lip, watching Cody as he strokes the older man.
"A freak I could have on wonderful days like this," Cody says, scratching the young bull by his luxurious hair. "But not entirely for myself."
The cowboy presses his lips to the tip of the coyote's cock, letting out a soft "hmm…?"
"Come on, cutie," Cody says, "You're much too much of a degenerate to tie yourself down to one old dog. There are plenty of other guys out there you could please yourself with. Or girls, if you swing both ways like I do."
Billy kisses over that shaft with wet, slobbery smacks along him. He sighs and closes his eyes, stroking the rod with the devotion that only the most desirous of followers would give.
"Damn it, kid. You can't just let me hog all the fun."
Billy finally pulls away but is still held by the coyote. He licks his lips and sighs, holding onto his daddy's thighs. "I'm like this because you gave me the confidence to be like this, Daddy Rey," he whimpers. "Can't you let me be your little fuck toy?"
Cody leans forward, stroking his cheek. "That's not part of what makes you such a beautiful creature," he says, growling. "It's the potential I see in you to do great and delightful things."
The cowboy looks gently into the coyote's eyes, then leans in, licking his cheek.
"Nasty," Cody snickers, and then grips his horn tightly and kisses him deeply, tongue clashing against tongue, tasting the sweat and musk that came off of his own body.
They pull back, panting and staring each other deep in the eyes.
"Fuck me," again the cowboy says, not asking or pleading but demanding.
Cody snickers. "Well, If you're gonna be too horny to listen to reason, I don't see what other choice I have."

Billy Kine stares deeply into the eyes of his coyote boyfriend, a secret lover he's had for a while. He presses his hands against the fluffy chest of the older Cody Rey, moaning in his desire. "Please, Daddy Rey," he mewls, "Take me now."
"Oh, but I have a choice to savor you as much as I want," the coyote says, pulling away from his femboy cowboy and sitting on his knees on his mattress.
Billy is on his hands and knees himself, crawling up to the coyote and to that package he so desperately waits for. Still, the older male crawls around behind him, giving him a gentle tap on the ass.
"Not so fast, cowboy," growls the coyote. "Before we can get a good fuck, I need to make sure you did everything as I specified."
Billy whines as Cody's hands rub over his nice large ass, thumbs getting close to that plug, gently buzzing still inside him.
"Such a shapely ass. You were never going to be a normal dude with an ass like this," the coyote teases. "Must have gotten this from your momma, or hell, maybe your old man's secretly an old twink himself?"
"D… don't tease me like that," the cowboy says. "My parents are home."
"Yeah, and neither of them knows you're letting the neighbor fuck you. If that ain't sexy, I don't know what is."
"W… what are you going to do?" Billy asks, looking over his shoulder.
"It's easy," the coyote says. "I'm seeing if you kept up your end of the bargain… seeing if you're eating right… if you're cleaning right. Only once I’m satisfied will I fuck you."
"Y-you didn't say I needed to do anything special!" the cowboy whines.
"I know. You're supposed to be ready for me whenever I call," the coyote responds, pinching the flared base of the device. Slowly, he pulls, lowering his face closer to that delightful rump. As he pulls, the first of the beads on the device pops out, buzzing and twirling.
"Magnificent," Cody growls. "Imagine if they had something like this when I was your age," he whistles, pulling some more, letting the second bead slip out from the tight hole."
Billy raises his head, that last bit inside him spinning around, tickling at his entrance. He grips the sheets and fights to not move his hips so much, but it doesn't matter, as soon the last of the device pops out of him, leaving his hole open and puckering and gasping.
"Nice and pink. Damn boy," the coyote says, giving that ass another firm slap. He looms over the cowboy and places his fingers over Billy's mouth. "Be a good boy and lube Daddy Rey up."
Billy wraps his lips around the fingers, his large tongue lashing back and forth and up and down over those digits.
"That's my boy," the coyote growls, pulling his fingers out with a pop. He then delivers the glistening things downward, index and ring finger pressed to either cheek while the middle finger presses against that hole. He rolls it over that entrance, slipping it up and down and back and forth.
“Aa… ah…”
"Good already? How about this?" He responds, curling that finger in, pushing it inside, letting that furry thing slip into the boy hole and wriggle about.
"Now, this better be clear, or you'll be punished." He says. But he knows already from looking at the device that's left buzzing on the bed. It's the tease that causes Billy's bum to contract around him that urges him to be so coy. He snickers as he leans over the cowboy and whispers to his ear. "So fuckin' tight already around the finger. Gods, I can only imagine what it would feel like with you milkin' my cock."
"W… why imagine, Daddy Rey?" Billy asks, his head down, hair falling over his eyes.
"My, my, aren't you getting ahead of yourself?" Cody says, swirling his finger around inside the cowboy's boypussy. His finger delves deeper, curling inward, pressing against his button.
"Aagah!?"
"See, there's much to be done with what I have right here," Cody says, leaning in, letting his chest rest against Billy's back, hand stroking now at that long tail of his. "Just sit back and enjoy. It's been a long week. You deserve to be pampered for the time being."
The cowboy groans, his breath a soft groan as he takes the stroking of the finger over his p-spot. It sends tingles up all over his body, making him so warm, making his tail wrap around his lover, making his ears flicker when those words tickle at his mind.
"What did I do to deserve a cutie like you?" Cody asks, nuzzling against the femboy's neck and rubbing his chest against the cowboy's back. Such fur to hide contact sends shocks of delight to the pleasure centers of the coyote's mind. This praise does so well to activate both of them, to urge them both on. After all, that cow's cock, twitches, drooling with want from all the playing that Cody does with him.
But it's enough of that kind of play.
Cody pulls his finger from the hole with a gentle pop, wiping off the slickness.
"Well, well, well,' Cody teases, sliding down to look over the work. "Not a stain in sight. Aren't you the diligent bottom? I thought you said you didn't do anything special today?"
"I… I didn't. It's my routine… my diet, my cleaning."
"Damn, you are ready to take this, ain't ya?" Cody asks, licking his lips.
"Yes, so please, can't you fuck me?"
"Sorry, buddy," Cody says, leaning in, spreading those cheeks out, letting that pink little puckered hole be right in front of his face. "I have to take care of something first. Remember when I said you looked good enough to eat?"
The cowboy's eyes widen, and he lets out a loud and surprised "Mmooo!" when the next feeling hits his hole, warm and wriggling, it makes him blush all so deeply.

The coyote growls in a low, sensual growl as his tongue presses deep into the hole of his delightful cowboy. He swishes up and down, his maw clamping against his hide, tongue curling up and playing at the walls, up and down and side to side, eating him out. The coyote holds his eyes closed, dedicated he is, softly growling as he continues to swish and taste that delightful bull bussy.
The cowboy, meanwhile, falls to his elbows, gritting his teeth and blushing deeply, his tail swishing back and forth, hitting his dom on the head. Soft and long "mooo"s rise up from between his lips, his cock twitching and drizzling off onto the bed. He can't control himself when Daddy Rey is so dedicated to eating out his ass. How can he keep any composure?
Especially when Cody pulls his tongue out with a long and loud "Slurp!" and then smacks his lips. "Oh yeah, boy, you really are a treat," the coyote growls. He climbs up on top of the cowboy, leaning over him, pressing his body against Billy's, gripping his horn with one hand. "So, you did an outstanding job cleaning your hole for me. It tasted divine down there. Not one note of anything foul at all. Who would have thought you'd become such a dedicated little butt slut?"
"Y… yes, D-daddy Rey," the cowboy moos back, pushing his hips against the canid above him. "I d-did it for you!"
"And you'll be rewarded," he says, lifting the cowboy's head. He reaches around, his hand resting upon the young bull's tummy, stroking his paw up and down along it. "What is it you really wanted from me, hm? I wanna hear you say it  before I do the deed."
The cowboy's face buries into a pillow, muffling out some words.
Cody tugs on his horn, lifting him up again. "Oh no, you don't. Don't you play hard to get with me? Tell me what it is you want, that you need!"
"I want you… I want you to breed me!"
Cody blinks and coughs and then lets go, rolling onto his butt, laughing like a madman.
"W… what?" Billy picks himself up, sitting on his knees, hopping to turn over toward Cody. "Did I say something wrong?
"Boy, you really or a riot, aren't you? What are these kids saying nowadays, huh? Breed you?" He leans in, stroking a hand under the cowboy's chin. "Do you know how often I've had close calls with girls when I was younger? What do you think it means, really, to be bred?"
Billy blushes deeply, rubbing his arm. "I thought it sounded sexy."
"Oh, it does," the coyote says, pressing his nose against Billy's. "It sounds sexy, but it also sounds butt-fuckin' ridiculous!"
Billy puffs his cheeks, his tail whipping against the edge of the bed. "But Daddy Rey, it's what I want. It's what I really, really want?"
"Tell ya what…" Cody says, sitting back, shifting around a bit, with so much nonchalance, he pulls his pants down, lifting his legs, and kicking the garments off the side of the bed. Underneath now, he's nude, his cock red and ready. "Why don't you tell me what you would do, huh? If you were a gal, and a guy creampied deep into ya, huh?"
"What?"
"Better yet, tell me what you'd do if you'd fuck a gal and came inside her."
"D… daddy Rey, I'm…"
"What are ya?" Cody asks, wrapping his fingers around his shaft. "Gay or something?"
Billy blushes deeper than ever. "I… I don't know."
"Never been with a girl?" Cody asks. "Just watch me, and you'll know all the moves."
"I wanna know all the moves," Billy asks, trying to look down, but his eyes flash over towards that cock every so often.
"Is that so?" he asks. Well, you gotta know the moves, too, if you want to be like me. So, what's the goal, then?" he asks, slowly stroking up and down.
"G-goal…?"
"Yeah, you know. Do you want to be like me when you're older? Or do you want to settle down and be someone's boy wife?"
"Ah… well…" Billy responds, reaching out.
"Go ahead… you can enjoy it."
Billy licks his lips, wrapping his hoof-tipped fingers around that shaft.
Cody lifts his hand free from his cock and runs it over Billy's head, and then grips his horn, pulling him in close.
"Better get going, cutie," he growls. "Cause my cock can't go in dry if you want me to breed ya!"
With a happy "moo," Billy descends, rolling out his large tongue and pressing it against the base of that shaft. He licks slowly, watching Cody's expression with each inch he passes. He then flicks at the tip, resulting in a grunt from the coyote.
"Is that… all you got?"
Billy wraps his mouth around that pole and pounds his face down against it, making the coyote lean in on him as he pumps that shaft with the gust of a hungry, hungry heifer.
"F… fuck, Bi-Billy," the Coyote grunts, grabbing onto his other horn. "Y… you don't want to, guh… m-make me explode, fffff, just yet, r-right!"
Despite his protests, Cody doesn't let go. He rides that wave of the bucking bull, growling, groaning, thrashing about as Billy takes the reigns.
And before he could even control the situation, he feels himself going over the edge, "FU… uufuuuuuuuck!" He growls, shooting off into Billy's mouth. Ropes and ropes of cum fill the boy's throat before the coyote falls down and sighs. "Fuck…"
Billy smiles and crawls up to Cody, his cheeks puffed. He then opens his mouth to roll out his tongue and show off all his excellent work.
Only he dumps that entire load right onto Cody's stomach!

Billy stares in disbelief at the mess he made on the sexy and confident Cody Rey. The femboy cowboy sits there, tongue rolled out, frozen, and disheartened for what feels like a lifetime of regret and guilt, staring at that pool of pearly goo now sticking to his partner's stomach.
Cody, meanwhile, lies a moment, registering the feeling of the hot substance sloughing off of his boy toy's tongue and onto him. He clasps his hand over his eyes and throws his head back, laughing, his chest shaking, the cum puddle jiggling and rolling down off him.
This snaps Billy back to the real world, grabbing a sheet and dabbing at the mess he makes. "Oh, geez, oh, sorry. I fucked it up. I really did, I- ah?"
Cody strokes behind Billy's head, scratching his horn. He presses him close to him, and the cowboy lets him. Soon, they are pressing nose-to-nose. "This is something I'll remember for a good long while. It's always great to have a guy who can make ya smile." He says this, and before he gives Billy the chance to respond, he kisses his cowboy.
Billy freezes up and drops the sheet. The heat of the moment rushes to his cheeks and between his legs. After all, this gentleman is kissing him and kissing him after having sucked his cock! The cowboy's tail swishes side to side as he connects with the kiss, slipping his large, bovine tongue over the coyote's mouth, feeling over the rough ridges, the warmth of the muscle, and the sharpness of his teeth. He shudders, wrapping his arms around Cody's body and pulling himself close, pressing them together.
Cody huffs in the delight of feeling the warmth of the cowboy against his own form. He strokes over the cowboy's back, chuckling and pulling his mouth free, giving Billy one last lick. "Hey, aren't you forgetting that mess you made?"
"I uh… well, ah!" Upon noticing the rest of his body, from the warmth and firmness of their chests pressing together to the sticky lubrication of Cody's cum at their tummies, he feels downward, noticing the stiff shaft that pokes against his own length. He licks his lips and flutters his eyes. "Nah, I think it's fine to get messy occasionally."
"That's a good boy. I love it when you can be confident," Cody says, slipping his hand between their legs. HE wraps his fingers around their shafts, making sure they are nice and lined up together. "Of course, you want to have fun too, don't you?"
Billy whines, pushing his hips forward, rocking his cock against Cody's palm and penis. He nods, huffing and panting, "Ooh yeah, Daddy Rey. I want to feel your cock buried deep in me more now than ever. Why do you keep teasing me? Why are we always doing other things?"
"Because you love to do it, cowboy," Rey says, kissing him on the cheek. "And we have all the time in the day, don't we?
"Mmm hmmm!" Billy whines, picking up the pace in which he ruts, rubbing the lubricated cock with his own, pre oozing out and adding more to the whole situation.
"And we can do all sorts of things aside from just pounding your ass,"
“T… that’s right, but… but…”
"Hm…?"
"I want you in me, Daddy Rey!"
"I know you do, but the whining is too cute." He says, and soon he slips away from him, slipping out of the bed.
Billy falls to the mattress and whirls around to watch Cody standing and stretching out of the bed.
"D… daddy?"
Cody looks over his shoulder and chuckles. "What, cowboy? You'll get all the breeding you'll ever want from me, but you gotta learn to be patient." He says, flopping onto the bed again, stretched out, and looking over to his boy toy. He pets over the cow's tail, sighing dreamily. "I'm not a young un anymore," he says. It'll take a minute for me to get fully recharged and ready to go, both in my cock and otherwise."
Billy shifts to lay beside him, a frown painted across his face as he nuzzles against him. "Aw, Daddy Rey, you're awesome though. You can fuck me however you want, whenever you want."
"Whenever sure," he says, draping an arm over the cowboy. "But not, however. Boy, when I was your age," he whistles. "I could bend in so many fantastic ways, you wouldn't believe. I was quite acrobatic, and it was WONDERFUL." 
He strokes over the heart-shaped spot over Billy's chest, chuckling. "You're built to be the best damn cowboy I ever saw, and you'd be wasting your talents if you stuck to just hanging out with this old coyote."
Billy strokes Cody's chest, nuzzling against him. "I know you have to have other people yourself, Daddy Rey, but can I? Am I really that good?"
"You're fucking amazing, and in a little bit, I'll be back up to speed and ready to cum all inside you; just wait. I finished all that yard work and shit and came. Let me… take a rest."
He closes his eyes, cuddled up to his cowboy, but not too tightly. This allows Billy to slip away after Cody drifts off and rubs his horns, thinking deeply about his choices and that raging boner between his legs.
That's when he hears a buzzing coming from the ground. The discarded pants that Cody kicked off reveal his cell phone. Billy glances over his shoulder to see the sleeping coyote but slips off the bed and sits crossed-legged before the telephone. Curiously, he picks it up and looks at the message. The phone number… is his Dad's! But the message that came with it made the cowboy drop the phone, squeaking and clasping his mouth to keep himself from shouting too loud.
"Kids are out. You wanna come over for a ride?"

Billy stares at the message, the cowboy's heart racing. He clutches at a horn, tugging at it as he ponders the meaning of the words here. His father's number, messaging their neighbor…?
He feels sick, dropping the device and stumbling to his feet. That's when he catches himself in the mirror, all dressed down in that femmy and expensive underwear, showing off his private areas and turning himself into this sex object for what and for whom?
He glances back at Cody, who lies sprawled out on the bed, sleeping soundly, his chest rising, his falling, his dick pulled over to the side. A moment ago, he was ready to ride that shaft or have him plow into him, and now? What does he want now?
He gathers up his things, shuffling about, stumbling in his pants as he pulls them up over his prodigious butt, only to trip, knocking over the coyote's nightstand and sending it tumbling over, knocking it down, a small reading lamp down, and a few books as well.
Cody leaps up from bed, startled and groggy, looking this way and back down. "What the hell? Billy, what's going on here?" he asks, reaching out for the cowboy.
Billy spins around, slapping Cody's hand, snorting and stumbling to his feet. With his chest rolled back and his eyes flaring, he's pretty intimidating despite his state of dress.
"What are you doing to my family!?" he demands, throwing the phone to the coyote.
Cody fumbles it a moment, glancing down at the screen. His ears were lower, and a whimper rose from his throat.
"My parents are happily married! My Dad… oh fuck… you're fucking my Dad. Mom… poor mom." He grabs both horns, shifting back towards the door.
Cody grips the phone tight and barks. "You want me to explain?"
That stops Billy's movement, but he says nothing.
"You're anxious about what's happening. I'd be, too," Cody says, tossing the phone back at him.
It hits Billy on the chest and clatters to the floor.
Cody rolls his eyes, huffing, hands on his hips. "Listen, this is gonna be hard to hear, but guess you'll have to now, but we're having a little thing, got it?"
Billy winces, his eyes watering up.
"That's right… yer dad and me… and yer mom."
Billy swallows, staring at Cody, his jaw practically unhinged from shock.
Cody strokes his chin, placing his other hand at his elbow. "It's a long story, and I doubt you wanna hear it, but I'm addin' some spice to their marriage. You can understand wantin' to hang out with older people, I'm sure."
“….eeewww…”
"And this is why I didn't wanna tell ya," Cody says, flopping onto the mattress. "Though, I probably should. My bad.”
"You can't tell them about us," Billy says quickly.
Cody quirks an eyebrow. "That's what yer concerned about? Not that you're fuckin' a guy who's fuckin' your parents?"
"No, I mean yes, I mean aaagh!" Cody shakes his head, snorting.
"Let me ask you somethin', Billy Boy," Cody says, hand firmly on his knee and the other on the bed. "Why exactly are you feeling bad about this, hm? Is it because of some thoughts of a taboo? Is it makin' you squeamish? Is it the lies? Any one of those would be a good reason."
Billy takes a deep breath, one hand on his chest, one covering his delicates. "What about Beth?"
"Yer sister?" Cody growls. "What about her?"
"Are you… are you going to, planning to?
"Planning to what, hm?"
Billy licks his lips and locks his gaze on Cody, furrowing his brow. "Are you planning on developing a relationship… f… fucking her too?"
Cody shrugs, shaking his head. "I mean, before you found out, it seemed natural to explore the possibilities. It's not like I'm manipulating you all into doing things you don't want to do. Walk out that door right now, and we don't have to ever speak to one another again."
"Maybe she needs your brand of magic working on her," Billy says in a low, soft voice.
"Whoa now," Cody hops up. "Whatcha sayin', son. You want me to put the moves on your sister? Well, ain't that interesting. Now, why on earth are you bringin' that up?"
"It'd be weird if you didn't at this point," Billy says, pulling his hands away. "After all… we're all a little messed up in the Kine family."
Cody steps around him, placing his hands on his shoulders. "Are ya? Or is it just you, hm? Here, I thought you were just a cute little twink. You're a regular old hedonistic degenerate, ain't ya?"
Billy's lips quiver at those words, and he places his hands on his cheeks. "M-maybe it runs in the family?"
"Maybe, or maybe it's just the way you are. Ain't nothing wrong with it, s'long as no one gets hurt."
He wraps his hand around Billy, palm pressing against the cowboy's length, wrapping around it. "Fuck, cowboy, you're so hard right now. Is this going to be our secret? Or should I tell her that Billy Boy sent me?"
"N-no!" Billy shudders. "You can't. I don't want any of them to know."
"Fuck, you little perverted mastermind. You're something else, ain'tcha.
"I'm… I'm me."
"And what exactly are you?"
"I'm a dirty little slut who wants to send you over to creampie  my older sister!"
"That's the dirtiest out of your family so far," he says, "And yer parents thought they were cheatin' on each other 'til I told them the truth.”
Billy bites his lip.
"Fine, Billy. For now, I'll work on her, and I'll fuck her, and I'll give you all the lurid details. But, how about we do what we set out to do?"
"M-moo?"
Cody lets go of Billy's cock, throwing him down onto the bed and standing behind him, letting his now rejuvenated coyote cock fall onto his crack, rubbing up and down along it. "I'm gonna show you how I breed a cow."
"Show me what you do to all of them!" Billy whines.
Cody smirks. "Oh, I'm sure we'll get to that soon."

Cody Rey has had some kinky experiences in his life. Many involve people showing him a side of his partners that they would never show anyone else. It's all a part of being part of that sex-positive vibe he has going for himself. Oh, the stories he can tell of his younger years, when he was stupid and lucky, getting into all sorts of sexy shenanigans.
But here in this suburb, he's hit the degenerate jackpot—a family filled with cattle who are looking for a good time beyond the scope of the world's general ideals for tripping up the taboo. So far, Billy, this sexy, slutty cowboy under him, is the most fucked up and incredible of them all.
"Let me get this straight," Cody chuckles, rubbing his palm over his cowboy's tummy. "Anything I do to you today… you want me to do to your sister, too?"
"S… she's gotta want it…" Billy responds, gripping the sheets.
"Of course," Cody growls. "I'm a nice cow fucker," Cody leans in, his cock already so hard, so wanting from this new enlightenment provided by his cowboy. He teases at Billy's hole, swirling up and down and side to side.
Billy's hole puckers in anticipation, his hot mooing rolling out from his throat as he breathes heavier breaths.
Cody nips at the femboy's neck. "You're a dirty guy, you know that?" he asks, hand stroking up and down his trunk while he keeps one cheek spread. "But you can't back out if I do it. You'll have to hear about it, got it?"
"H-huh?"
"It's your idea. You should know all about it, right?"
Billy bites his lips, nodding quickly.
"What's that, cowboy? I can't hear you."
"Oh god…" Billy groans, lowering his head. "F… fine! I wanna hear about it… how you… how you conquer her. Just please, please, fuck me already!"
"That's my fucked up little cowboy." He purrs, and with that, his head enters his shaft.
Billy groans, and lowers his head, huffing, his cock hardening, his tail slapping lazily along Cody's side.
"Who would have thought you had such a pervy mind, cowboy?" Cody says. "I get you this hard with such thoughts… alright, nnff… let's go!"
He wraps both arms around his femboy, shoving his cock deeper into the bull's ass. He builds it up, pulling back, pushing in until the lubed-up parts start slipping and sliding in a perfect plapping.
"Oh fuck, I should… shoulda… brought a… bell!" Cody chuckles, letting the creaking of his bed make up for the lack of other sonic components.
Of course, Billy adds his own vocal component to the erotic dance. His lulling grunts and the slapping of his cock against his thigh fill the room with a symphony of horniness the likes he hadn't experienced before.
Billy has had so many times with toys and playing around on camera. Still, a full pounding while his wildest wishes were coming true… that's something he never imagined in his life!"
"Gonna, nnf, fuck… gnn… every last one… haha.. Of you!" Cody exclaims, reaching up and grabbing the bull by the horns, pulling him up, holding him in place as he sits up, rocking his hips in slamming shoves into his butt.
"Aaaaa! F… ff… fuuuuuck!" Billy gasps, his tail slapping around and precum oozing out from his cock.
"We're not… ha… leaving… ngh… until you're… pregnant!" The coyote howls, slamming his hips deep into the femboy's ass.
It's too much for Billy to take. His poor prostate has never been so struck over and over and over again. He can't hold back, and as his eyes roll back. His tongue hangs out, and he pours out the emergency ejaculation of all of his sperm and his sauce, milked so thoroughly and with more and more semen spilling with each and every additional thrust. With each spurt and pump, his cries of delight become hoarser and hoarser, less coherent, more desperate, until his cock limpens up and heaves, but it doesn't release anything else. He's spent, completely turning one spot of the bed into a pool of cum.
And just as he was finished with his own eruption, Cody slammed himself as deep as he could inside of Billy, gripping so hard to the horns that they felt like they were going to almost be ripped off.
But he doesn't care about that because he's too busy feeling the warmth pump deep and deep and deeper into him, filling up his body, shooting up into his belly, no doubt. He coughs and groans, half-expecting to vomit up the coyote's cum, but he just spits up and groans, falling to the bed right on top of his own mess.
Cody leans forward over him, panting, running a hand down the cowboy's back.
"Heh… yeah… breed 'em all…" the coyote says, pulling himself free, his cock and Cody's ass leaking, dripping in delight.
Billy doesn't get up and instead wraps his arms around a pillow, lying and resting.
Cody stretches and nods, standing himself up. He walks toward his window, taking a great breath of fresh air.
He blinks but smirks, placing his hand on the windowsill and leaning out to peer into the suburbia beyond. When he stares out to the neighboring backyard, there was Bob, a large bag of soil over his shoulder, staring up at the window, jaw dropped.
"Hey there, neighbor!" Cody shouts, waving his hand. "Sorry I couldn't come over. I was busy making your son call me daddy too!"

Bob Kine's life had gone in a direction he had never imagined. One day, he was just a tired old bull, working and tending to his house day-in-and-day-out. The next, he found himself in a polyamorous relationship with his wife and his new neighbor.
Since that fateful encounter, he and Bertha had been insatiable, often calling Cody for favors when the desire arose in them, and today, it certainly did. Even when Cody didn't answer his text message, he still didn't take care of his rampant horniness. So, even as he tends to his garden, his pants are tight, and his thoughts are toward that coyote busy.
That is why his ears perk up when he hears the sounds of unmistakable rutting in his neighbor's house. The bull sighs and looks up towards the bedroom window, grumbling to himself and scratching at his chest through his sweat-stained tank top.
"Fuckin' hell," he grumbles. "Coulda jerked off after all or wait for the wife to get back," he also admitted.
But as he stands there and listens, a frown spreads. Some words and some sounds from within perk his curiosity and his arousal, but also suspicion and uncertainty.
That's when he sees Cody poke out his head and take a nice hefty breath, look down to  Bob with a shit-eating grin, and tell him something he never thought he'd hear before.
—
Bob slams his fist against his neighbor's front door, snarling and huffing, stamping about back and forth on the porch. Cody's voice pipes up from his doorbell, a slight chuckle coming before anything else. "Something the matter?"
"I'd say!" Bob growls, leaning in close to the camera. "You let me come here and tell that boy what for!"
"Oh, what, boy?" Cody muses. "And whatever did he do wrong? Please, spell it out for me, I can be quite dense."
Bob takes a deep breath, puffs out his chest, exhales, and stops, his ears perking up.
Jogging across the street is another neighbor.
"I can't," he hisses. "Not out here."
"Oooh, that's too bad," Cody says. "Because if I don't know your problem, I can't possibly know how to help you."
Bob leans in, speaking through gritted teeth, pushing himself very close to the doorbell. "Is Billy up there… with you? What did you do to him?"
"Nothing." The voice comes from behind Bob.
Bob leaps up, whirling around.
Standing on the sidewalk in front of his own house is Cody. But not like Bob had ever seen him before. Cody has a tight t-shirt on, too short to cover his navel, and with the proud motto of "Fuckable Twink" displayed on it. His seems so much wider in the tight, tiny shorts that cut off just beneath the buttocks, and at his waist are the tell-tale signs of a pink-string thong.
Bob shakes himself out of his twink-induced stupor and stomps to Cody, snorting down at him. "You're just trying to rile me up, aren't you? He ain't in there. It's some other sweet thing you got, isn't it?"
"I dunno," Cody shrugs. "My bitch boy is up there sleeping right now," he says, "but whoever it is in my room, he came to me with the idea. I just cultivated his… inner slut." His tail swishes back and forth, turning around, stepping daintily down the grassy lawn on his dainty foot paws. "It all depends on which alternative will make you fuck me harder. Follow that one, won't ya?"
"Where are you going?" Bob says, stomping up to him.
"Your place," Cody says, fluttering his eyes and looking over his shoulder. After all, if you're going to vent your frustrations on me, wouldn't you rather do it away from the possibility of your progeny finding out?"
Bob snorts, placing his hand on Cody's shoulder, pulling him in close, and whispering, "I'm going to destroy that ass of yours."
Cody looks up, lapping at the bull's nose with a cute lick. "I'm counting on it."
As the two stand there, the neighbor runs past them, staring, their brows furrowed, picking up the pace of their morning run.
Cody giggles. "Well, who would have thought that would make you harder, Daddy."
Bob wraps his arm around Cody's throat. "Don't call me that… not in this context." He growls.
"A… ah… wh-what context would like it, t-then?"
Bob loosens his grip, snorting, pushing Cody forward. "The backyard. Go."
"Sure thing." He giggles, rushing over to the gate, hopping up and scrambling over it, wiggling his butt as he climbs over the edge and hops down the other side.
“D… damn…” Bob admits, shaking his head. "The fuck is going on…"
Once he enters his yard, Bob is greeted with a discarded t-shirt and shorts. He glances up to see Cody sitting on his wife's sunbathing chair. The older man, this twink-who-refused-to-die, lounges upon it, that thong on, barely containing the package that pumps his wife, but also a tiny bikini barely hiding his nipples, somehow making him all-the-hotter.
"You know, my friend up there," Cody says, crossing one ankle over the other and laying his hands behind his head, "taught me I should embrace my feminine side more. It's never too late to be a total bitch slut. Especially when you have such a bull ready to fuck your brains out."
Bob grabs his tank top, peeling it off of him, lifting it, and tossing it to the side. He stands before the coyote, clenching his fists tightly. "You don't have to piss me off to get fucked by me." He says.
"And yet, surely, you're harder than you were a few minutes ago."
Bob's tail whips back and forth.
"How about this, Daddy," He says, turning onto his stomach, his ass so toned and round, his tail lifting. "You impregnate my bussy today, and I'll answer all your questions about the boy in my bedroom."
“I don’t… want to know…” Bob says, his body twitching, as Cody notes, towards the neighbor's house.
"Fuck me, and I'll tell you," says the coyote, licking his lips. "If you don't want to know, don't fuck me."
A soft growl rises from Cody's chest.
Bob's cock strains against his pants, his fingers trembling, and his hands grasping at the button.
With a pop, his fate is sealed.
And while the bull climbs atop his femboy, a groggy figure steps out of bed. He looks out the window, only to freeze when he sees the scene before him, gripping the window tightly and biting his lip.