"Good morning, dad!"
"Morning, dad."
"Good morning, Master."
His other two daughters turned to look at Tabintha. It wasn't so much what she'd said as how she'd sait it, the emphasis on 'Master' sounding like a rebuke to the others.
"We're supposed to call him master," said Tabintha, crossing her arms. "It's traditional."
"Tabintha," Tom said. "I already told you. I don't care if you call me 'dad' or 'master' or even if you want to start calling me 'Tom'."
He went up to each of them, giving each of the naked dalmatians a fatherly pat on the head. "You're still my lovely step-daughters, the pride and joy and light of my life, even if you're also now my meat-sluts and cock-warmers."
"Meat-sluts, cock-warmers, and breeders," corrected Tammy.
"Yes of course, how could I forget," he said, putting ironic emphasis on the word 'how', because it was impossible for him to forget given the evidence right in front of him. Tammy was the furthest along, he'd knocked her up eight months ago, and she had a nice round belly with at least one of his pups inside, maybe two. Given how addicted she was to her father's cock, the pregnancy wasn't a surprise, it was really more surprising that it hadn't happened sooner.
Tabintha had been next, and while her older sister's pregnancy had been an accident, hers had been planned. All he had needed to do was tell her it was time to get pregnant, and she'd obediently bent over for him while he pounded several unprotected loads into her, right there in the living room with the rest of the family working around their breeding sessions.
And finally, he came to Trisha, who genuinely had been an accident. He'd been fucking his middle daughter plenty often, of course (who wouldn't?), but she loved getting cooked and eaten by him even more than being impaled on his wolf cock, and getting killed and cloned into a new body was usually very effective birth control. But one month ago Trisha had woken up with morning sickness before she could report in to be breakfast, and that was that. She wasn't nearly as far along as her sisters, but there was still a nice little belly bump on her naked body.
Tom openly licked his lips as he looked over the three breeders who were growing his pups in their bodies. It was no secret that their kids would all join his herd once they were older, they'd be given a choice about it of course, but it was assumed that he'd be fucking and eating each of his semi-incestual grandchildren the moment they turned eighteen.
The thought of snacking on his grandchildren made his already hard cock throb, and he was about to pick out one of his sluts for some preggy sex on the couch, when his wife called to him.
"Dear! Breakfast is ready!"
His wife had joined her daughters in serving him and becoming part of his herd, and she had a modest three month pregnancy of her own. He'd been worried about her becoming jealous about how often he humped (and ate) their children, but if anything she'd been the biggest cheerleader of the whole thing.
"Thanks dear," he said, sliding into the one seat at the table, grabbing his knife and fork, and digging in. He practically tore through his eggs, toast, grits, and most of all the generous helping of dalmatian sausage and bacon on his plate.
As he ate, he felt hands on his cock, followed by a warm wet mouth sucking on it. He hadn't seen who'd gone under the table this time, and he wasn't sure it mattered - he'd made sure all three of his girls had been trained on exactly how he took his morning blowjobs, and they'd all gotten very skilled at handling his cock.
He knew it wasn't Tammy, though, since she'd had new additional duties as of last week, and was standing next to him at the table, patiently waiting. Once he's swallowed his mouthful of breakfast, he turned his head, and without being asked she leaned in, pressing her breast up to his waiting muzzle.
He latched on, squeezing slightly with his teeth, and was rewarded with a steady stream of his daughter's milk. He drank his full, greedily draining it dry, and only when she was empty did he let go and get back to eating his breakfast. She turned, ready to present her other breast when he needed it.
"Oh, when you're done with breakfast dear, I need a favor?"
His wife was entirely unfazed by her husband/owner milking one pregnant daughter and being balls deep in the mouth of another. "We're out of meat in the kitchen fridge. Could you pull some more out of the deep freeze in the garage?"
He nodded. "Sure thing," he said, before getting back to his breakfast, nursing, and blowjob.
Once all was said and done, he got dressed (his clothes were the only ones left in the house, they'd given all of his daughters' and wife's away) and went out to the garage, cracking open the big garage door to let some mid-morning daylight inside, illuminating the array of equipment inside.
Once upon a time, Tom had actually kept his car inside the garage, but since then he'd had to move it out to the driveway to accommodate everything else. There was of course the huge, person-sized grill that had started all of this, which had once belonged to a neighbor but Tom had bought outright when that neighbor had moved away. Next to it was the big stewpot, which could comfortably hold two meatsluts with the cover on. Over in one corner was one of Tom's favorites: the barbeque smoker, with a hole for the meat to stick their head out and give blowjobs while they cooked.
There were of course all the needed accessories, the restraints, cooking utensils... the large cloning machine that kept his meatsluts coming back in new bodies after they'd died...
And, in one corner, Tom's brand new toy, the drop fryer. The wolf had specially ordered it, it had taken three months for the company to build it and ship it to him, and of all the rotten luck and timing the machine had arrived the very day after Trisha had gotten her positive pregnancy result, meaning that all four of his herd were gestating and couldn't be cooked. The drop fryer was still sitting there unused, still in its shipping crate, left to languish for not having anyone to use it on.
Everything here was gathering dust, literally. Tom needed to clean it all up, and that was going to be today's task, but first he had to pull that meat out of the garage's deep freezer.
Except, there wasn't any meat left. The freezer was empty.
What had happened? It'd been full a month ago. A year ago when they'd bought it, there hadn't been enough room in it, even; Tom had easily filled the freezer full to bursting with leftovers and butchered meat from his family, and it'd been a challenge to fit everything inside. And now it was empty, he'd eaten it all.
He didn't have any more meat. And until his daughters gave birth (and had weaned their children) he wouldn't have any more meat. Those heady days of gorging on locally sourced dalmatian three times a day were over.
"Okay," he said to himself as he closed the freezer and got out his phone. "It's fine. I can just order some meat to tide me over."
That idea lasted right up until he checked the prices. Meat of the quality he was used to was exorbitantly expensive, and if he sought out lower prices he'd be compromising on quality. Even going for the cheap stuff, it was clear he'd need to cut back on three meat meals per day, otherwise he'd be bankrupting his little home ranching operation before it even got up off the ground.
He thought about buying or renting another meatslut, since the cost should work out more in his favor if he was willing to do his own butchery, but it was clear he wasn't the only one to have that idea - the price per head had also gone up, and he'd probably need to sell off most of the meat anyway, so once again he'd need to cut back on his intake with this plan.
What else could he do? He could put out an ad in the paper to recruit someone, but there was no guarantee on how long it'd take for someone to respond, much less how long it'd take to get them on board. Nearly every other plan he could think of either cost too much or had too much lead-up time.
The thought of being forced into vegetarianism was a sobering one. To take his mind off of it, Tom focused on his work. Today, he was cleaning out the garage, and that started with dragging all of the equipment out of the garage to start hosing it down and cleaning it up. It was a task he'd been putting off, but maybe airing all of the cooking machines out would help motivate him to find a plan to use them again.
"Helllooooo? Anyone there?" came a voice from outside, before he could get started.
"Yes?" he called, picking his way out of the garage and exiting, coming face to face with three pit bulls in the driveway.
They were casually dressed, two females in the lead with a male trailing behind them, all young adults - about the same ages as his daughters, if he had to guess.
"Hello, hope we're not interrupting anything?" the female on the left said. "I'm Jewel, that's Ivory, and behind us is King - we moved in next door."
"We've just been trying to find a good time to introduce ourselves," added Ivory.
"Well, hello there! Hadn't realized the house had been sold. Must have gotten too busy to notice." Too busy tending to his small herd of meatsluts, which weren't especially needy but he could still happily waste the whole day away with them. "I'm Tom, nice to meet you. The wife and kids are-"
Tom paused. How should he introduce them? This hadn't come up since they'd signed the ownership paperwork. And they'd committed to the point of getting rid of their clothes, so it wasn't like they could fake being a normal family again.
"The ones going around naked and preggy with only collars on, right?" asked Jewel, stepping in when Tom had hesitated too long.
"You saw them already?" said Tom weakly, tail and ears drooping.
"There's only a chain link fence between our yards, we've seen a lot more than that," piped in Ivory.
"Right, um, yes. That's them," said Tom as he remembered just what all they'd gotten up to in the backyard in the last few weeks. "Sorry. I'll get a privacy cover on the fence right away, and we'll be more careful till then."
"It's fine! We don't mind, and we aren't about to judge," said Jewel quickly, bringing her hands up in a placating motion. "It takes all kinds."
"Aaaactually," added Ivory. "We just wanted to know if it's okay if we did the same? Shed the clothing on occasion?"
"I don't see why not?" Tom said, rallying. "It's not going to bother us if it doesn't bother you?"
"Great! C'mon," said Ivory, leading the trio back to their place, and Tom couldn't tell for sure but it looked like they were starting to strip down before they even got in through the front door.
Having a couple of nudists for neighbors might be interesting, but it wasn't like Tom's life wasn't already full of naked people he could ogle whenever he wanted, so he put it out of his mind and got back to work. He had to move his car from the driveway to the street to make room, then started dragging out his equipment one piece at a time, grateful that it was all on wheels.
He dragged out the barbeque grill first, got the hose and cleaning supplies out, and got to work. After an hour, he wasn't any closer to figuring out a solution to his personal meat shortage, but at least he was in a better mood. It was a nice day, sunny with only a little bit of cloud coverage, a nice breeze, just the right amount of humidity, and there was even some nice background music.
Eventually Tom did realize that background music wasn't a natural part of a nice day, and went to investigate where it was coming from, following his ears to the backyard, and discovering it was coming from next door. Mystery solved: the neighbors had a bluetooth speaker playing some soft rock while they were lounging naked near their pool.
Tom took a moment to gawk at them. He shouldn't be surprised - they had literally just asked him if it was alright if they went around naked. Still, given that there was only a chain link fence separating their yards, he could see everything the three pit bulls had - the two females with their buxom forms, and the one male (who he noted had a surgical neuter scar where his balls would have been).
Eventually he tore his eyes away. Him giving them permission to be naked wasn't the same as them giving him permission to ogle them. Besides, he had work to do, and plans to make if he wanted to find a new meat source.
He was five minutes into scrubbing the grill when he started thinking... what if his new meat source was literally right next door?
He'd gotten his daughters (and wife) on a special diet to improve their meat quality, but the pit bulls looked like they were already halfway to being perfect. The not-too-brief look he'd gotten of them showed they had plenty of good meat on them already.
He started thinking about pit bull chops, pittie steaks. Having doggie burgers again in general, even if of a different breed. Getting them up on his grill, watching them squirm around in the heat as their bodies cooked...
The wolf imagined getting to do more than just cook them, really. His family were wonderfully attentive to his needs, of course, but there was still something special about getting to hump meat right before it cooked, or sometimes (carefully) while it was cooking. His new fondest memories of his daughters had been being balls deep in them on the grill, using the hot cooking surface as the anvil to his thrusting hammer blows, with the constant sizzling reminder that his sexual partner was about to become his next meal.
He pictured what his neighbors would taste like. What they'd feel like and what noises they'd make if he fucked them, too. And most of all he pictured how relieved he'd be to have a fresh, available source of meat once again.
Tom was hard. Just thinking about it had gotten him uncomfortably excited, and he had to stop working and adjust his clothes to accommodate his raging erection. Maybe he should take a break - head inside, order one of his family onto his cock, and work out his passions that way. It wouldn't help his hunger for meat, but it'd stop him from fantasizing about the pit bulls, something he'd never be able to fulfill.
Then again, it wouldn't hurt to try, and it wasn't like he had a whole lot else to do right now.
Tom moved everything into the back yard, once again grateful for everything having wheels. He not only brought everything out, he started setting it up as well, getting all the rods and hooks and grills and baskets in place. He spread everything out, taking up the whole yard with a new machine or cooking method every couple of steps, trying to make as interesting a display of cooking equipment as he could.
And then, with everything set up and on display, he went back to cleaning.
"Hello there neighbor!"
It hadn't taken long. Ivory had gotten up, looked over, and approached, looking through the chain-link fence at everything. She hadn't bothered putting anything on, or even wrapping a towel around herself, which Tom appreciated.
"What all do you got here? Planning a big party?"
"Nope! Just cleaning everything up for when we're back in business," Tom said casually, trying to pay more attention to his cleaning than the delicious-looking pitbull.
"Business?"
"Yes'm, we run a humble little home ranching operation over here," said Tom proudly as he polished the big stewpot. "It's not a big thing, at least not yet, but it keeps the lights on and keeps the fridge stocked."
"I'd heard of a home farming operation before," said Jewel as she joined the other pit bull at the fence, with the male trailing behind her. "But never a home ranching one. Where on earth do you keep the cattle for it?"
"You've seen them," said Tom. "You were asking about them, even."
"No way," said King, connecting the dots first.
"The dalmatians? Wait, weren't you saying they're your wife and kids?" asked Jewel.
"It's a family business," Tom said, and then holding up a hand to forestall their reaction, added: "More seriously it was their idea from the start, they're the ones who've been most enthusiastic about the whole idea of being cattle. I've just gone along with it, honestly."
"They wanted it?" asked King, from behind the other two.
"They're also all preggy," added Ivory. "Did you get a stud in for your own kids or something?"
"They're from my wife's last marriage, so we're all fine keeping that in the family," he said as he switched to the polishing cloth. "Again, their idea." It wasn't entirely their idea to get knocked up, but Tom was fine stretching the truth a bit.
"So how does it all, you know, work?" asked King, which was the question Tom had been hoping someone would ask.
"Would you like to come on over and see for yourselves?" was the answer he had ready and waiting.
He showed them around, starting with the cloning array in the garage that made this whole thing possible, and slyly managed to get them registered on it 'just in case of an accident', with the promise from them that they'd reimburse him for the cost of growing new bodies if that 'accident' ever happened to occur.
Then, into the house proper, to meet his herd. His wife and children (he was careful to not use the word 'meatslut' in front of the pit bulls) were surprisingly enthusiastic about having naked strangers in the house while they were also naked and incestually pregnant - something that Tom was slightly pleased about.
The four dalmatians were his family, sure, but they were also his property. If he wanted to parade them around and show them off in front of others, that decision was unilaterally his, but it was nice to see he wouldn't get much pushback about it. Heck, if he wanted to share them out to others, rent them out as living meals or even just as fuckable holes, maybe the sky was the limit... All of that was something he should work on later, though, and especially not in front of his prospective recruits.
And then finally into the back yard, to show off the equipment up close. "We started with just this grill," said the wolf, patting the huge device. "It was borrowed from the person who bought your house, actually, but now we own it outright, and I've been adding to my collection here piece by piece ever since."
"Oh wow," said Jewel, reaching out to gently touch the cool metal surface.
"What's this bar up top?" asked King.
"That's the spit attachment. We can use it to fit two above and two below, getting all four of them at once if they get really cozy with each other," Tom said, licking his lips as he remembered the delicious results of cooking all four of his meatsluts at once.
"Oh wow. I'd love to see that," said Ivory, who was also looking just a little bit hungry herself.
"I would love to show it to you too," said Tom, patting the side of the grill. "But all four of my cattle are gestating right now, which means they're off limits for cooking. So it's a shame, but without someone to demonstrate with, we'll have to have the demonstration another day."
And then, to his pleasure, Ivory lit up with an idea. "Oh! King, how about you go on up there?"
"What? Me?" The male pit bull hesitantly stepped forward. "What, to get cooked?"
"Just to show what it's like," said Ivory, getting behind him and giving him an encouraging push. "Not actually getting cooked, but everything that goes into it besides that."
"Yeah!" said Jewel, buying into this, and literally pulling King along in her quorum. "C'mon, hop on up there and pretend to be cattle."
"Well, for the whole experience, I usually give them a good humping while they're up there too," said Tom, deciding to push his luck just a little bit. "They started demanding it, really."
This got both female pit bulls lighting up. "I know he's not one of your cattle but can we see that part too?"
Tom held up a finger. "I suppose I can, but just to check, is he your son, or...?"
"Polycule. We're mates," said Jewel.
"More like, King and I are mates, and Jewel is our bitch," said Ivory, with a hint of cruelty in her voice.
"Ivory!" called Jewel, blushing. "You promised, not in public."
"Stop complaining and watch the nice rancher fuck King," said Ivory.
Tom licked his lips. "There's some lube in the cooking supplies, in the cardboard box over there," he said.
He was amazed at how easy it all was. Sure the grill wasn't live, but he still had one of them on it, with the other two watching with eager interest as he pulled his pants down and exposed his hard cock, lubing it up before lining it up with the neutered pit bull's rear entrance.
"Fuck that's big," complained King, grabbing onto the edge of the grill for support.
"It's not even all in yet," said Tom casually as he pushed on in. "But you see why my cattle can't get enough?"
"I'll say," said Jewel, crouching nearby to get on eye level with the action.
The wolf thrust his hips with easy, practiced motions, working his cock in and out of King's rear. This was something he'd missed, getting to fuck meat on the grill - King wasn't meat (yet), but it was simple enough for Tom to imagine him being so, to think about what the cum-stuffed pittie would taste like after a couple hours on the grill...
With a yip of surprise from King, Tom slammed his hips forward and let loose, leaving King's rear dripping with his seed when he withdrew a few seconds later.
"Fuck," said King, still gripping onto the grill.
"And usually, the cattle are calmed down enough by that, or at least worn down enough, that I can just get them on like so..."
He grabbed the first restraint from under the grill, clipping it onto King's right wrist, and then the next to put it on the pit bull's left wrist. The restraints were on retracting auto-tightening cords, like the rollers on a seat belt, so by the time he got the third and fourth on the pit bull's ankles he'd been tugged into the proper grilling position a bit at a time, and wouldn't come off unless someone hit the release lever.
"And there we go, he's ready to start cooking." Tom paused a measured amount of time, watching the pit bulls faces carefully. "Not that we're going to, of course."
He was pleased to see they were disappointed. "But you could," said Ivory.
"Maybe just show us what that'd look like?" said Jewel.
"Just to demonstrate," added King, from where he was strapped down to the grill.
"Well, it's a little late to get the coals properly fired, but fortunately it came with a propane conversion kit..."
Just a few minutes later, Tom clicked his butane lighter, and the grill fired up with steady blue flames every few inches. "Just let us know if it gets too hot," Tom said.
"Yeah, definitely," said King.
"Meanwhile I think to give the full tour I need to demonstrate some other things..."
"Other things?" said Jewel, and then yipped as she got picked up.
"Other things," repeated Tom as he strapped her facing inward to the standing vertical spit - basically a rotating pole surrounded by heating elements, much like a shawarma cooker.
"Aren't you supposed to ask first?" she said, though she wasn't putting up much resistance, and continued to not resist as he stepped up behind her, positioned his cock at her opening, and pushed his hips in to meet hers.
"Nope. Not at all. The point of being cattle," he said, "Is you don't get a say about when you're cooked and eaten... or when you're fucked."
He thrust into her, enjoying himself. King's rear had been nice and tight, and he hoped he could get another shot at it sometime, but there was still just something special about humping girl meat in their breeding hole. And while King had been content to just lie there and take it, Jewel was pushing back against him with each thrust, taking an active part in being humped.
"So what?" Jewel asked, as he slowed his humping a bit, his third load of the day taking a bit longer to produce. "In this 'tour', you're pretending to be our... owner?"
"Yeah," he said, but then added: "Is it just pretend, though?"
He let go of her hips and reached around to put his hands on her breasts, getting a good feel on those, his thoughts a mix of horny at how soft they were, and hungry at how well her chest meat would cook up on the spit. Maybe he'd forego carving her and simply bite into her cooked body, tearing off her breast meat one big bite at a time.
"Oh, someone's excited," Jewel said, when the thoughts became too much and he got back to excitedly humping her.
"You three are nudists already, you've had no trouble letting me have my way with you," said Tom as he groped and fucked her. How much had he missed this? "And I barely had to convince you to get restrained where I can cook you."
Tom pushed his luck and his hips at the same time. "I'm not letting you go, you know," he said.
"I know," she said, and that confirmation was what he needed to push himself over the edge. A few last humps, a rush of fluid from her and a few pumps from him, and he'd creamed his second pit bull of the day.
"It'd be really easy to make this permanent," he said, keeping his bone buried in her. "Sign some paperwork, wear the official tags... I'd tear that silly fence down to combine our households, and just come over whenever I wanted to fuck or cook one of you. You wouldn't have to do or change anything besides letting me do whatever I wanted to you."
"That's... something I'd have to discuss with the others," Jewel said, after a long moment. "Mostly just Ivory, though."
"Mostly just Ivory, then," said Tom as he pulled out of her, and took a few moments to turn the vertical spit on before he did anything else. Only once Jewel was slowly revolving around the central pole, with heat blasting her on all sides to give her a nice slow cook, did he turn to the remaining pit pull.
Ivory had been touching herself while watching the other two get fucked and cooked. She was dripping wet, and still clearly had fluids on her fingers, but was now standing there casually waiting for him to approach.
"So. Trying to recruit us?" she said, once he'd drawn close to her.
"I don't think 'trying' is the right word anymore," he said, glancing over his shoulder at the two pit bulls who were now happily cooking away. "Personally, I think it's all over save for the paperwork and the collaring."
"Uh huh. I want to be your co-rancher, then," she said, folding her arms.
"No," he said, crossing his in return. "I'm not gonna share my toys. But what I can offer you is being first among equals in the herd, I'll have seven head of cattle already with you three joining, with more on the way, and I could use someone level-headed to keep the rest in line."
"You're still getting fucked, cooked, eaten, butchered, and anything else I decide, along with the rest of the herd. And I'm probably putting kids in you and Jewel eventually, once my dalmatians are finished gestating. But you'll be the boss of the others, and I'll make sure you get some choice bits of meat and sex from them. *After* I get first pick, of course."
Ivory glanced to the side, but then nodded. "Deal."
She extended a hand to shake, but instead he took her by the arm and lead her over to another part of the yard. "I've got something better than a handshake to commemorate things, actually."
While getting everything else set up for the 'demonstration', he'd finally gotten the drop fryer unboxed and set up as well, optimistically filling it with oil just in case he had a chance to use it. And now his optimism was paying off, as it was only a matter of turning it on and waiting a minute for it to start heating.
"Right, up you go," he said, extending a hand to his newest meat slut to help her climb into the elevated seat, and then just as smoothly strapping her into it.
"Right here?" she said, looking down at the pool of oil. The whole arrangement was like a mini dunk tank, there wasn't enough room for someone to swim inside but there was definitely enough room to submerge her.
"Perfect. Just stay like that," he said, and started turning the crank to lower the seat. The oil was still heating up, but she still winced as she was lowered into it, her toes and paws lowering into it first.
"That's hot!" she exclaimed, yanking her feet up.
"Want me to stop?"
"No," she said firmly.
He kept lowering her down into it, stopping with just her neck and head sticking out of the hot oil. She was already panting a bit from the heat, and he swore he could already hear and smell her sizzling.
"I'll check on you and the others in a little bit," he told her as he dusted his hands off. "In the meantime, all you need to do is just rest there and cook."
To think, this morning he was worried about where he'd get meat from, if he got it at all, and now he had three new meatsluts already hooked up and cooking, with a hearty meal of pitbull 3 ways awaiting him by dinnertime.
He'd have to file the paperwork for their meat tags, figure out the financial details about their mortgage (which would probably fall to him as their new owner), work out the herd's new social dynamics with Ivory at the top, and work on a dozen other things involved with nearly doubling his head of cattle in one day... but the important part was he had meat on the hoof once again, happily cooking away to fill his belly and his freezer.
And that was all figured he needed to have the perfect life.
"Morning, dad."
"Good morning, Master."
His other two daughters turned to look at Tabintha. It wasn't so much what she'd said as how she'd sait it, the emphasis on 'Master' sounding like a rebuke to the others.
"We're supposed to call him master," said Tabintha, crossing her arms. "It's traditional."
"Tabintha," Tom said. "I already told you. I don't care if you call me 'dad' or 'master' or even if you want to start calling me 'Tom'."
He went up to each of them, giving each of the naked dalmatians a fatherly pat on the head. "You're still my lovely step-daughters, the pride and joy and light of my life, even if you're also now my meat-sluts and cock-warmers."
"Meat-sluts, cock-warmers, and breeders," corrected Tammy.
"Yes of course, how could I forget," he said, putting ironic emphasis on the word 'how', because it was impossible for him to forget given the evidence right in front of him. Tammy was the furthest along, he'd knocked her up eight months ago, and she had a nice round belly with at least one of his pups inside, maybe two. Given how addicted she was to her father's cock, the pregnancy wasn't a surprise, it was really more surprising that it hadn't happened sooner.
Tabintha had been next, and while her older sister's pregnancy had been an accident, hers had been planned. All he had needed to do was tell her it was time to get pregnant, and she'd obediently bent over for him while he pounded several unprotected loads into her, right there in the living room with the rest of the family working around their breeding sessions.
And finally, he came to Trisha, who genuinely had been an accident. He'd been fucking his middle daughter plenty often, of course (who wouldn't?), but she loved getting cooked and eaten by him even more than being impaled on his wolf cock, and getting killed and cloned into a new body was usually very effective birth control. But one month ago Trisha had woken up with morning sickness before she could report in to be breakfast, and that was that. She wasn't nearly as far along as her sisters, but there was still a nice little belly bump on her naked body.
Tom openly licked his lips as he looked over the three breeders who were growing his pups in their bodies. It was no secret that their kids would all join his herd once they were older, they'd be given a choice about it of course, but it was assumed that he'd be fucking and eating each of his semi-incestual grandchildren the moment they turned eighteen.
The thought of snacking on his grandchildren made his already hard cock throb, and he was about to pick out one of his sluts for some preggy sex on the couch, when his wife called to him.
"Dear! Breakfast is ready!"
His wife had joined her daughters in serving him and becoming part of his herd, and she had a modest three month pregnancy of her own. He'd been worried about her becoming jealous about how often he humped (and ate) their children, but if anything she'd been the biggest cheerleader of the whole thing.
"Thanks dear," he said, sliding into the one seat at the table, grabbing his knife and fork, and digging in. He practically tore through his eggs, toast, grits, and most of all the generous helping of dalmatian sausage and bacon on his plate.
As he ate, he felt hands on his cock, followed by a warm wet mouth sucking on it. He hadn't seen who'd gone under the table this time, and he wasn't sure it mattered - he'd made sure all three of his girls had been trained on exactly how he took his morning blowjobs, and they'd all gotten very skilled at handling his cock.
He knew it wasn't Tammy, though, since she'd had new additional duties as of last week, and was standing next to him at the table, patiently waiting. Once he's swallowed his mouthful of breakfast, he turned his head, and without being asked she leaned in, pressing her breast up to his waiting muzzle.
He latched on, squeezing slightly with his teeth, and was rewarded with a steady stream of his daughter's milk. He drank his full, greedily draining it dry, and only when she was empty did he let go and get back to eating his breakfast. She turned, ready to present her other breast when he needed it.
"Oh, when you're done with breakfast dear, I need a favor?"
His wife was entirely unfazed by her husband/owner milking one pregnant daughter and being balls deep in the mouth of another. "We're out of meat in the kitchen fridge. Could you pull some more out of the deep freeze in the garage?"
He nodded. "Sure thing," he said, before getting back to his breakfast, nursing, and blowjob.
Once all was said and done, he got dressed (his clothes were the only ones left in the house, they'd given all of his daughters' and wife's away) and went out to the garage, cracking open the big garage door to let some mid-morning daylight inside, illuminating the array of equipment inside.
Once upon a time, Tom had actually kept his car inside the garage, but since then he'd had to move it out to the driveway to accommodate everything else. There was of course the huge, person-sized grill that had started all of this, which had once belonged to a neighbor but Tom had bought outright when that neighbor had moved away. Next to it was the big stewpot, which could comfortably hold two meatsluts with the cover on. Over in one corner was one of Tom's favorites: the barbeque smoker, with a hole for the meat to stick their head out and give blowjobs while they cooked.
There were of course all the needed accessories, the restraints, cooking utensils... the large cloning machine that kept his meatsluts coming back in new bodies after they'd died...
And, in one corner, Tom's brand new toy, the drop fryer. The wolf had specially ordered it, it had taken three months for the company to build it and ship it to him, and of all the rotten luck and timing the machine had arrived the very day after Trisha had gotten her positive pregnancy result, meaning that all four of his herd were gestating and couldn't be cooked. The drop fryer was still sitting there unused, still in its shipping crate, left to languish for not having anyone to use it on.
Everything here was gathering dust, literally. Tom needed to clean it all up, and that was going to be today's task, but first he had to pull that meat out of the garage's deep freezer.
Except, there wasn't any meat left. The freezer was empty.
What had happened? It'd been full a month ago. A year ago when they'd bought it, there hadn't been enough room in it, even; Tom had easily filled the freezer full to bursting with leftovers and butchered meat from his family, and it'd been a challenge to fit everything inside. And now it was empty, he'd eaten it all.
He didn't have any more meat. And until his daughters gave birth (and had weaned their children) he wouldn't have any more meat. Those heady days of gorging on locally sourced dalmatian three times a day were over.
"Okay," he said to himself as he closed the freezer and got out his phone. "It's fine. I can just order some meat to tide me over."
That idea lasted right up until he checked the prices. Meat of the quality he was used to was exorbitantly expensive, and if he sought out lower prices he'd be compromising on quality. Even going for the cheap stuff, it was clear he'd need to cut back on three meat meals per day, otherwise he'd be bankrupting his little home ranching operation before it even got up off the ground.
He thought about buying or renting another meatslut, since the cost should work out more in his favor if he was willing to do his own butchery, but it was clear he wasn't the only one to have that idea - the price per head had also gone up, and he'd probably need to sell off most of the meat anyway, so once again he'd need to cut back on his intake with this plan.
What else could he do? He could put out an ad in the paper to recruit someone, but there was no guarantee on how long it'd take for someone to respond, much less how long it'd take to get them on board. Nearly every other plan he could think of either cost too much or had too much lead-up time.
The thought of being forced into vegetarianism was a sobering one. To take his mind off of it, Tom focused on his work. Today, he was cleaning out the garage, and that started with dragging all of the equipment out of the garage to start hosing it down and cleaning it up. It was a task he'd been putting off, but maybe airing all of the cooking machines out would help motivate him to find a plan to use them again.
"Helllooooo? Anyone there?" came a voice from outside, before he could get started.
"Yes?" he called, picking his way out of the garage and exiting, coming face to face with three pit bulls in the driveway.
They were casually dressed, two females in the lead with a male trailing behind them, all young adults - about the same ages as his daughters, if he had to guess.
"Hello, hope we're not interrupting anything?" the female on the left said. "I'm Jewel, that's Ivory, and behind us is King - we moved in next door."
"We've just been trying to find a good time to introduce ourselves," added Ivory.
"Well, hello there! Hadn't realized the house had been sold. Must have gotten too busy to notice." Too busy tending to his small herd of meatsluts, which weren't especially needy but he could still happily waste the whole day away with them. "I'm Tom, nice to meet you. The wife and kids are-"
Tom paused. How should he introduce them? This hadn't come up since they'd signed the ownership paperwork. And they'd committed to the point of getting rid of their clothes, so it wasn't like they could fake being a normal family again.
"The ones going around naked and preggy with only collars on, right?" asked Jewel, stepping in when Tom had hesitated too long.
"You saw them already?" said Tom weakly, tail and ears drooping.
"There's only a chain link fence between our yards, we've seen a lot more than that," piped in Ivory.
"Right, um, yes. That's them," said Tom as he remembered just what all they'd gotten up to in the backyard in the last few weeks. "Sorry. I'll get a privacy cover on the fence right away, and we'll be more careful till then."
"It's fine! We don't mind, and we aren't about to judge," said Jewel quickly, bringing her hands up in a placating motion. "It takes all kinds."
"Aaaactually," added Ivory. "We just wanted to know if it's okay if we did the same? Shed the clothing on occasion?"
"I don't see why not?" Tom said, rallying. "It's not going to bother us if it doesn't bother you?"
"Great! C'mon," said Ivory, leading the trio back to their place, and Tom couldn't tell for sure but it looked like they were starting to strip down before they even got in through the front door.
Having a couple of nudists for neighbors might be interesting, but it wasn't like Tom's life wasn't already full of naked people he could ogle whenever he wanted, so he put it out of his mind and got back to work. He had to move his car from the driveway to the street to make room, then started dragging out his equipment one piece at a time, grateful that it was all on wheels.
He dragged out the barbeque grill first, got the hose and cleaning supplies out, and got to work. After an hour, he wasn't any closer to figuring out a solution to his personal meat shortage, but at least he was in a better mood. It was a nice day, sunny with only a little bit of cloud coverage, a nice breeze, just the right amount of humidity, and there was even some nice background music.
Eventually Tom did realize that background music wasn't a natural part of a nice day, and went to investigate where it was coming from, following his ears to the backyard, and discovering it was coming from next door. Mystery solved: the neighbors had a bluetooth speaker playing some soft rock while they were lounging naked near their pool.
Tom took a moment to gawk at them. He shouldn't be surprised - they had literally just asked him if it was alright if they went around naked. Still, given that there was only a chain link fence separating their yards, he could see everything the three pit bulls had - the two females with their buxom forms, and the one male (who he noted had a surgical neuter scar where his balls would have been).
Eventually he tore his eyes away. Him giving them permission to be naked wasn't the same as them giving him permission to ogle them. Besides, he had work to do, and plans to make if he wanted to find a new meat source.
He was five minutes into scrubbing the grill when he started thinking... what if his new meat source was literally right next door?
He'd gotten his daughters (and wife) on a special diet to improve their meat quality, but the pit bulls looked like they were already halfway to being perfect. The not-too-brief look he'd gotten of them showed they had plenty of good meat on them already.
He started thinking about pit bull chops, pittie steaks. Having doggie burgers again in general, even if of a different breed. Getting them up on his grill, watching them squirm around in the heat as their bodies cooked...
The wolf imagined getting to do more than just cook them, really. His family were wonderfully attentive to his needs, of course, but there was still something special about getting to hump meat right before it cooked, or sometimes (carefully) while it was cooking. His new fondest memories of his daughters had been being balls deep in them on the grill, using the hot cooking surface as the anvil to his thrusting hammer blows, with the constant sizzling reminder that his sexual partner was about to become his next meal.
He pictured what his neighbors would taste like. What they'd feel like and what noises they'd make if he fucked them, too. And most of all he pictured how relieved he'd be to have a fresh, available source of meat once again.
Tom was hard. Just thinking about it had gotten him uncomfortably excited, and he had to stop working and adjust his clothes to accommodate his raging erection. Maybe he should take a break - head inside, order one of his family onto his cock, and work out his passions that way. It wouldn't help his hunger for meat, but it'd stop him from fantasizing about the pit bulls, something he'd never be able to fulfill.
Then again, it wouldn't hurt to try, and it wasn't like he had a whole lot else to do right now.
Tom moved everything into the back yard, once again grateful for everything having wheels. He not only brought everything out, he started setting it up as well, getting all the rods and hooks and grills and baskets in place. He spread everything out, taking up the whole yard with a new machine or cooking method every couple of steps, trying to make as interesting a display of cooking equipment as he could.
And then, with everything set up and on display, he went back to cleaning.
"Hello there neighbor!"
It hadn't taken long. Ivory had gotten up, looked over, and approached, looking through the chain-link fence at everything. She hadn't bothered putting anything on, or even wrapping a towel around herself, which Tom appreciated.
"What all do you got here? Planning a big party?"
"Nope! Just cleaning everything up for when we're back in business," Tom said casually, trying to pay more attention to his cleaning than the delicious-looking pitbull.
"Business?"
"Yes'm, we run a humble little home ranching operation over here," said Tom proudly as he polished the big stewpot. "It's not a big thing, at least not yet, but it keeps the lights on and keeps the fridge stocked."
"I'd heard of a home farming operation before," said Jewel as she joined the other pit bull at the fence, with the male trailing behind her. "But never a home ranching one. Where on earth do you keep the cattle for it?"
"You've seen them," said Tom. "You were asking about them, even."
"No way," said King, connecting the dots first.
"The dalmatians? Wait, weren't you saying they're your wife and kids?" asked Jewel.
"It's a family business," Tom said, and then holding up a hand to forestall their reaction, added: "More seriously it was their idea from the start, they're the ones who've been most enthusiastic about the whole idea of being cattle. I've just gone along with it, honestly."
"They wanted it?" asked King, from behind the other two.
"They're also all preggy," added Ivory. "Did you get a stud in for your own kids or something?"
"They're from my wife's last marriage, so we're all fine keeping that in the family," he said as he switched to the polishing cloth. "Again, their idea." It wasn't entirely their idea to get knocked up, but Tom was fine stretching the truth a bit.
"So how does it all, you know, work?" asked King, which was the question Tom had been hoping someone would ask.
"Would you like to come on over and see for yourselves?" was the answer he had ready and waiting.
He showed them around, starting with the cloning array in the garage that made this whole thing possible, and slyly managed to get them registered on it 'just in case of an accident', with the promise from them that they'd reimburse him for the cost of growing new bodies if that 'accident' ever happened to occur.
Then, into the house proper, to meet his herd. His wife and children (he was careful to not use the word 'meatslut' in front of the pit bulls) were surprisingly enthusiastic about having naked strangers in the house while they were also naked and incestually pregnant - something that Tom was slightly pleased about.
The four dalmatians were his family, sure, but they were also his property. If he wanted to parade them around and show them off in front of others, that decision was unilaterally his, but it was nice to see he wouldn't get much pushback about it. Heck, if he wanted to share them out to others, rent them out as living meals or even just as fuckable holes, maybe the sky was the limit... All of that was something he should work on later, though, and especially not in front of his prospective recruits.
And then finally into the back yard, to show off the equipment up close. "We started with just this grill," said the wolf, patting the huge device. "It was borrowed from the person who bought your house, actually, but now we own it outright, and I've been adding to my collection here piece by piece ever since."
"Oh wow," said Jewel, reaching out to gently touch the cool metal surface.
"What's this bar up top?" asked King.
"That's the spit attachment. We can use it to fit two above and two below, getting all four of them at once if they get really cozy with each other," Tom said, licking his lips as he remembered the delicious results of cooking all four of his meatsluts at once.
"Oh wow. I'd love to see that," said Ivory, who was also looking just a little bit hungry herself.
"I would love to show it to you too," said Tom, patting the side of the grill. "But all four of my cattle are gestating right now, which means they're off limits for cooking. So it's a shame, but without someone to demonstrate with, we'll have to have the demonstration another day."
And then, to his pleasure, Ivory lit up with an idea. "Oh! King, how about you go on up there?"
"What? Me?" The male pit bull hesitantly stepped forward. "What, to get cooked?"
"Just to show what it's like," said Ivory, getting behind him and giving him an encouraging push. "Not actually getting cooked, but everything that goes into it besides that."
"Yeah!" said Jewel, buying into this, and literally pulling King along in her quorum. "C'mon, hop on up there and pretend to be cattle."
"Well, for the whole experience, I usually give them a good humping while they're up there too," said Tom, deciding to push his luck just a little bit. "They started demanding it, really."
This got both female pit bulls lighting up. "I know he's not one of your cattle but can we see that part too?"
Tom held up a finger. "I suppose I can, but just to check, is he your son, or...?"
"Polycule. We're mates," said Jewel.
"More like, King and I are mates, and Jewel is our bitch," said Ivory, with a hint of cruelty in her voice.
"Ivory!" called Jewel, blushing. "You promised, not in public."
"Stop complaining and watch the nice rancher fuck King," said Ivory.
Tom licked his lips. "There's some lube in the cooking supplies, in the cardboard box over there," he said.
He was amazed at how easy it all was. Sure the grill wasn't live, but he still had one of them on it, with the other two watching with eager interest as he pulled his pants down and exposed his hard cock, lubing it up before lining it up with the neutered pit bull's rear entrance.
"Fuck that's big," complained King, grabbing onto the edge of the grill for support.
"It's not even all in yet," said Tom casually as he pushed on in. "But you see why my cattle can't get enough?"
"I'll say," said Jewel, crouching nearby to get on eye level with the action.
The wolf thrust his hips with easy, practiced motions, working his cock in and out of King's rear. This was something he'd missed, getting to fuck meat on the grill - King wasn't meat (yet), but it was simple enough for Tom to imagine him being so, to think about what the cum-stuffed pittie would taste like after a couple hours on the grill...
With a yip of surprise from King, Tom slammed his hips forward and let loose, leaving King's rear dripping with his seed when he withdrew a few seconds later.
"Fuck," said King, still gripping onto the grill.
"And usually, the cattle are calmed down enough by that, or at least worn down enough, that I can just get them on like so..."
He grabbed the first restraint from under the grill, clipping it onto King's right wrist, and then the next to put it on the pit bull's left wrist. The restraints were on retracting auto-tightening cords, like the rollers on a seat belt, so by the time he got the third and fourth on the pit bull's ankles he'd been tugged into the proper grilling position a bit at a time, and wouldn't come off unless someone hit the release lever.
"And there we go, he's ready to start cooking." Tom paused a measured amount of time, watching the pit bulls faces carefully. "Not that we're going to, of course."
He was pleased to see they were disappointed. "But you could," said Ivory.
"Maybe just show us what that'd look like?" said Jewel.
"Just to demonstrate," added King, from where he was strapped down to the grill.
"Well, it's a little late to get the coals properly fired, but fortunately it came with a propane conversion kit..."
Just a few minutes later, Tom clicked his butane lighter, and the grill fired up with steady blue flames every few inches. "Just let us know if it gets too hot," Tom said.
"Yeah, definitely," said King.
"Meanwhile I think to give the full tour I need to demonstrate some other things..."
"Other things?" said Jewel, and then yipped as she got picked up.
"Other things," repeated Tom as he strapped her facing inward to the standing vertical spit - basically a rotating pole surrounded by heating elements, much like a shawarma cooker.
"Aren't you supposed to ask first?" she said, though she wasn't putting up much resistance, and continued to not resist as he stepped up behind her, positioned his cock at her opening, and pushed his hips in to meet hers.
"Nope. Not at all. The point of being cattle," he said, "Is you don't get a say about when you're cooked and eaten... or when you're fucked."
He thrust into her, enjoying himself. King's rear had been nice and tight, and he hoped he could get another shot at it sometime, but there was still just something special about humping girl meat in their breeding hole. And while King had been content to just lie there and take it, Jewel was pushing back against him with each thrust, taking an active part in being humped.
"So what?" Jewel asked, as he slowed his humping a bit, his third load of the day taking a bit longer to produce. "In this 'tour', you're pretending to be our... owner?"
"Yeah," he said, but then added: "Is it just pretend, though?"
He let go of her hips and reached around to put his hands on her breasts, getting a good feel on those, his thoughts a mix of horny at how soft they were, and hungry at how well her chest meat would cook up on the spit. Maybe he'd forego carving her and simply bite into her cooked body, tearing off her breast meat one big bite at a time.
"Oh, someone's excited," Jewel said, when the thoughts became too much and he got back to excitedly humping her.
"You three are nudists already, you've had no trouble letting me have my way with you," said Tom as he groped and fucked her. How much had he missed this? "And I barely had to convince you to get restrained where I can cook you."
Tom pushed his luck and his hips at the same time. "I'm not letting you go, you know," he said.
"I know," she said, and that confirmation was what he needed to push himself over the edge. A few last humps, a rush of fluid from her and a few pumps from him, and he'd creamed his second pit bull of the day.
"It'd be really easy to make this permanent," he said, keeping his bone buried in her. "Sign some paperwork, wear the official tags... I'd tear that silly fence down to combine our households, and just come over whenever I wanted to fuck or cook one of you. You wouldn't have to do or change anything besides letting me do whatever I wanted to you."
"That's... something I'd have to discuss with the others," Jewel said, after a long moment. "Mostly just Ivory, though."
"Mostly just Ivory, then," said Tom as he pulled out of her, and took a few moments to turn the vertical spit on before he did anything else. Only once Jewel was slowly revolving around the central pole, with heat blasting her on all sides to give her a nice slow cook, did he turn to the remaining pit pull.
Ivory had been touching herself while watching the other two get fucked and cooked. She was dripping wet, and still clearly had fluids on her fingers, but was now standing there casually waiting for him to approach.
"So. Trying to recruit us?" she said, once he'd drawn close to her.
"I don't think 'trying' is the right word anymore," he said, glancing over his shoulder at the two pit bulls who were now happily cooking away. "Personally, I think it's all over save for the paperwork and the collaring."
"Uh huh. I want to be your co-rancher, then," she said, folding her arms.
"No," he said, crossing his in return. "I'm not gonna share my toys. But what I can offer you is being first among equals in the herd, I'll have seven head of cattle already with you three joining, with more on the way, and I could use someone level-headed to keep the rest in line."
"You're still getting fucked, cooked, eaten, butchered, and anything else I decide, along with the rest of the herd. And I'm probably putting kids in you and Jewel eventually, once my dalmatians are finished gestating. But you'll be the boss of the others, and I'll make sure you get some choice bits of meat and sex from them. *After* I get first pick, of course."
Ivory glanced to the side, but then nodded. "Deal."
She extended a hand to shake, but instead he took her by the arm and lead her over to another part of the yard. "I've got something better than a handshake to commemorate things, actually."
While getting everything else set up for the 'demonstration', he'd finally gotten the drop fryer unboxed and set up as well, optimistically filling it with oil just in case he had a chance to use it. And now his optimism was paying off, as it was only a matter of turning it on and waiting a minute for it to start heating.
"Right, up you go," he said, extending a hand to his newest meat slut to help her climb into the elevated seat, and then just as smoothly strapping her into it.
"Right here?" she said, looking down at the pool of oil. The whole arrangement was like a mini dunk tank, there wasn't enough room for someone to swim inside but there was definitely enough room to submerge her.
"Perfect. Just stay like that," he said, and started turning the crank to lower the seat. The oil was still heating up, but she still winced as she was lowered into it, her toes and paws lowering into it first.
"That's hot!" she exclaimed, yanking her feet up.
"Want me to stop?"
"No," she said firmly.
He kept lowering her down into it, stopping with just her neck and head sticking out of the hot oil. She was already panting a bit from the heat, and he swore he could already hear and smell her sizzling.
"I'll check on you and the others in a little bit," he told her as he dusted his hands off. "In the meantime, all you need to do is just rest there and cook."
To think, this morning he was worried about where he'd get meat from, if he got it at all, and now he had three new meatsluts already hooked up and cooking, with a hearty meal of pitbull 3 ways awaiting him by dinnertime.
He'd have to file the paperwork for their meat tags, figure out the financial details about their mortgage (which would probably fall to him as their new owner), work out the herd's new social dynamics with Ivory at the top, and work on a dozen other things involved with nearly doubling his head of cattle in one day... but the important part was he had meat on the hoof once again, happily cooking away to fill his belly and his freezer.
And that was all figured he needed to have the perfect life.
Commissioned by an anonymous client.
Sequel to: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1237854
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