Totus (Futa on Female, TF, Impregnation, Growth, Hyper, Horse Cock, Inflation)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Hello all, I'm back with another story. This time it's completely different than anything I've written before, full of heart wrenching drama, musicals and sorrow... just kidding, but it does have some stuff I haven't toyed with yet. Hope you, my dear reader, will enjoy. Thanks to FinalMan for helping with some of the concepts and giving feedback and putting up with me bugging him every day.

Victoria Roberts grunted as she dug through more horse dung. Her parents were busy accommodating her three cousins, who were here for spring break, on account of their own parents wanting a break from their, for lack of a better term, bullshit. Each one was a product of the city and poor decisions, with excessive make up to cover up even the slightest blemish, frilly, expensive clothes that had no practical use outside of seducing equally vain men. Victoria was certain none of them had done an honest day's work in their combined lives.

She on the other hand, was out there cleaning out the stables. Sweat dripped from her brow, strands of her hair escaping the pony tail she often sported, the strays locks sticking to her skin. The horses occasionally snorted, almost like they were trying to make conversation, which she appreciated giving her favourite, Bojack, a pat on his thick neck. Victoria preferred animals to humans, who could turn traitor in a moment so long as it benefits them, animals were loyal, though only if you cared for them properly. As she went about her chore, she heard two loud barks approaching, her dogs no doubt looking for someone to play with them. Victoria looked around, noting she was pretty much finished.

She gave Bojack another pat, before going out to play with her dogs. They were massive, one a Siberian Husky, christened Ash, and the other a Great Dane, named Austin. Both were taller than her when standing on their hind legs, something they seemed to take joy in as they often tried to use her to stand. Both were in the prime of their lives, each one playing frequently, but trained well enough that they helped out from time to time, at least when Victoria's family needed to keep stray foxes or other predators away. Ash, being a Husky, was very adapt at this, though he sometimes had to be held back, when around some of the other animals due to his own predatory instincts. Austin was giant, even by Great Dane standards. Standing normally he came close to Victoria's shoulder, but he was extremely friendly, if a bit over zealous at times.

Ash dropped a ball to her feet, which she happily bent down to pick up. Victoria was used to things people would consider gross, like shovelling large clumps of faecal matter or picking up a ball covered in a dogs saliva. It was how she was raised after all, though on the bright side, she had one hell of a throwing arm. The soft ball went flying, Ash and Austin running after it with all their might, each one neck and neck. Austin was much larger than Ash, meaning his legs were longer and had more reach, but Ash was fast as hell, keeping up despite his shorter stature. Austin managed to get the ball this time, running back to Victoria with his prize. Ash followed, eager for a rematch.

“Good boy, that's 2-all now.” She said, giving both a playful pat. She'd made it into a bit of a game recently, to see which one reached the ball first, and the dogs seemed to know it too, both of them crouching in anticipation of her next throw. Victoria picked up the ball and reared back, taking a stance any pitcher would be proud of, and threw. As they rushed to the flying object, each one trying to predict where it would land and racing to the spot. Victoria laughed and wiped her hand clean on her dirty jeans, so stained that no amount of cleaning would make them fresh again, though they didn't smell bad to her fortune.

“Hey Victoria! How's it going?” A, sadly, familiar voice called out from the house. Victoria looked to it, seeing her home. It was a large piece of property, even without the farmland, the house itself was two stories tall, with a nice porch, complete with a swing. The paint was chipping slightly from its old age, however her father was already setting up for the job, even managing to wrangle two of her cousins into the job, though only to bring out a few paint cans and brushes. Now that she thought about it, Victoria realised her house was eerily similar to the one from Hershel's Farm in the Walking Dead, one of the few shows she and her family regularly watched.

It wasn't exactly cheap to maintain, but her grandparents had bought it for a good price. It wasn't that hard, considering that the closet thing to civilisation was miles away, not only that but the place was a mess back then. Victoria was glad they'd bought it though, having seen how a lot of city girls act, even if it got her insulted at school or by h

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