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Welcome to Hellhound Farms! We hope you enjoy the tour!

We are now entering our Hucow dairy facility. These lovely ladies spend up to 18 hours a day in the mind erasing bliss of being milked! To maintain output they do need to be bred regularly. If you're interested in helping with breeding duties feel free to stay and you can continue with a later tour. If you're more interested in feeding than breeding, they could always use some extra protein. Simply step around to the other side of the railing and give a gal a little tickle under the chin, she'll open wide and be ready for for you to use her throat for as long as you like. There's not a thought in those pretty heads, they don't really need THAT much oxygen anymore.

Moving on, looks like it's time to sheer the sheepgirls! It looks like they're a bit shy today, it's been a while since they've felt this... exposed... But don't worry, these soft little sluts love to show off, so be sure to give them lots of encouragement. Just head on over and give squeeze or a spank or whisper the most obscene thing you can think of in her ear! If she blushes keep going, if she slaps you that just means she's already wet and ready to get railed. It's ok to get a little rough with them, our livestock are studier than they look. Well look at that! With the sheep in for sheering, our hard working dogs have some free time on their hands. Sure, they might look dominant bullying the sheep, but a few head pats and a good girl, and our dogs with be rolling over in a flash to show you their soft bellies and needy holes. Please show them that their hard work is appreciated! Up next, the harpy coop!

Wasn't the Harpy coop amazing? Those girls can push out a dozen eggs every couple days! Now you may have noticed that most of our laborers are centaurs. It's just sooooo convenient to have the height and strength of a horse, and a brain that actually works! Plus, it takes some good old fashioned horse cock to leave some of our gals feeling properly bred. We also have a thriving colony of semi-feral catbois and girls here on the farm to keep assorted vermin and nuisances in check. Some of them are very friendly, but they all might bite or scratch with out warning, so make sure you have a good hold on the scruff before you mount one! We are now approaching the end of the livestock portion of our tour. If you would like to become livestock, you're in luck! We're always accepting applications to abandon the life you knew to live here on the farm. If you want to become one of our centaur laborers we offer short term, long term, and lifetime contracts. And if you'd like to take some livestock home, we hold auctions every Sunday! Whether you're looking for a fresh faced filly, some mommy milkers, or a proven breeding bitch in her prime, we have a wide variety of offerings every week. Be sure to come early for the Meet'n'Greet'n'Fuck brunch before the auction starts.

Moving forward we're approach what put Hellhound Farms on the map, our Living Latex trees! Our unique Living Latex is perfect for so many applications. No drone suit is more comfortable and permanent. Just add a helmet and you're set! Tired of being made of meat? Frail, fallible, delicious meat? Our expert dollmeisters and toy sculptors are standing by to give you the Big Dip and give you the Ultimate makeover! You can become the slutty fuck doll you always knew you were today. We also offer inflatable and onahole options. And once we're done, it's off to the showroom to wait for your future owner to buy you. Or, you can be your own toy and work off you debt as a public use plaything at one of our Hellhound Farms amusement parks or one of our stand alone Latex Love stress relief booths around the world! If you're interested in the classic silicone bimbo look our teams of jab masters are ready to plumpen lips, pump up tits, and thiccen that ass with our silicone alternative Living Latex injections. It's safe, it's soft, it wobbles like jello when you slap it. Whether you want to augment your assets or leave humanity behind, Hellhound Farms has what you need!

When the call to protect the Earth went out, they said only the most dysphoric trans girls could survive the mental and emotional strain of being remade as the perfect, adorable, death dealing waifus needed to protect and unite the planet. The process was agony, so much  had to be taken away and replaced with metal and polymer. But what's left of you is TOO CUUUUTE! The perfect pinup spokes model for the Cause. From your fashionable haircut, to your cherubic face, to your perky breasts, to your smooth tummy, down to the demure coin slot pussy your navy blue one piece swimsuit/ flight suit just hints at, you're finally the petite and playful girl you always wanted to be. The metal rings of the interface sockets where your old limbs used to be weren't part of the plan, but it was a small price to pay. The chaos and fear and death of fighting in near Earth  space… that was a bigger price. You survived your first sortie, but you just can't stop crying. You hang in the darkened de-arming cradle, cold unfeeling robot arms holding you up as more remove your flight armor and your engagement limbs, packed with rocket pods, flight jets, and laser  arrays. The lights come on, blinding you. You can hear the crisp tap of heels on the deck, a blurry figure approaching. As your vision returns you make out an exaggerated hourglass figure looming over you. "Hello, I'm your permanent handler and government issue girlfriend" What?  They issued you a gf? What the hell? No one told you about this! You've almost gathered yourself to protest when a huge hand cups your cheek. It feels so warm after the cold of space. You let go of your protest as you melt into the hand. You look up at her as your vision finally  clears. She's huge, easily 8 feet, broad in the shoulders and just as broad in the hips. Her bosom is barely contained by a military grade brassiere and a crisp, button up shirt. She must have a canine gene-mod, with floppy ears and a prominent nose. Her expression shifts from coldly professional to a knowing smirk as your eyes linger on her body. "My name is Garnet… But you can call me mommy when my cock is inside you." WAAAAAAAHHHHH!?!? Your brain turns off as your body turns on, nipples hardening and your pussy, the best 22nd century medical  science could provide, blooms with heat and wetness that rapidly soaks your flight suit. That wonderful hand pats you gently on the head. "Good girl, you're exactly what your psych profile said you would be." GOOD GIRL!? HEAD PATS!? MOMMY COCK!? "That's right, you're  humanity's last, best hope. You get all the head pats and mommy cock a good girl can handle for what you're doing." Did… did you say that out loud? You did, you said that out loud, she heard it… You blush hot enough to feel through the flush of lust and praise. If you had limbs you'd cover your face and run away. But all you can do is close your eyes and pretend to be dead. Your composure almost breaks when she strips off your flight suit, but no, nope, you've died of embarrassment. But when something massive and hot is shoved deep into your pussy, the  moan you let out goes on forever. Whatever self control you had left is lost as you cum from that single, unexpected thrust. Your body clenches around the molten, throbbing heat inside as you moan and scream and cry, letting out everything you've held back as you endured torture  to become something you could be happy as. Arms wrap around you and press your face into starchy shirt over soft breasts. You're lifted away from lifeless robot arms, still impaled, a warm hand cupping your ass for support. "There, there baby girl, let to all out for mommy" And you do… you let it all out for mommy… 

It felt so good to finally cut loose and scream and wail. It felt so good to do all that while impaled on the enormous cock of an equally enormous woman who is holding you to her bosom. It felt so good to be called 'baby girl'... When you're finally all cried out from the horror of war and death and gender you look up from the wet and snotty mess you've made of Garnet's… of Mommy's shirt. At some point she carried you away from the cramped confines of your de-arming hanger and now you're in a surprisingly luxurious bathroom. You had no idea there was  anything like this on the carrier. You'd always showered with the other girls back ground side. "You seem surprised sweetie. You're a very important war asset now. No more maybes, no more training. You fought, you killed, and you didn't die or have your psyche collapse completely.  Now you get everything you could possibly need to keep your head on straight and keep doing your job." The thought of putting your flight kit on and going back out there hits you like a brick. You're stunned, disoriented, about to start crying again when suddenly you're lifted off Mommy's cock and set down into a warm and soft cradle. The sudden emptiness and all over warmth breaks your train of thought. Garnet leans in, looming over you, her huge hands cupping your face. "Hey… It's ok. I'm here to make it ok. I'm here to make all this worth it." The  kiss she gives you is a slow, exploratory thing. She takes her time, exploring you, learning you, tasting you. The whine you make when she draws away is deeply embarrassing despite, or maybe because of, the intimacy you're sharing. "I can't kiss you and get undressed at the same  time silly. Or did you want me to get in the bath fully clothed?" She swings the cradle around so you can watch her undress. She starts with her pleated knee length skirt, shimmying to get it down past her phenomenal hips and butt. Her shirt-tails are barely sufficient to tuck in, they do nothing to hide her ass or her sheath and bright red cock. Canine gene-mod confirmed. She meets your gaze as she unbuttons her formerly crisp military shirt, posing like an old fashioned pin-up, winking and blowing kisses, making you blush and squirm. A groan of relief  accompanies the removal of her dour, functional, military issue bra. The thump it makes in the floor is almost as loud as the crack of her back and your gasp of horny delight at the bounty of jiggling titty pointed at you. Finally she steps out of her sensible heels.  Garnet, nude and glorious, turns and places a hand on your tummy, rubbing and groping your nubile body with shocking casualness. "What a cute thing you are. Cute and helpless and all mine…" A pair of fingers slide into your pussy, nothing compared to the monster girlcock shoved  into your earlier, but still shocking, invasive, thrilling. "I saw you staring at my tits baby girl. Be a good little weapon and I'll let you have arms so you can play with them. But you haven't earned arms yet. Today you've earned being my living onahole and a hot bath." You're  not sure how to feel about the way Garnet's talking at you, but that concern takes a back seat to asdkgjlkrbnfonvoawsdklfwpriojg!!! as she starts eating you out. Normally you might call the perfectly crafted pussy they gave you… neat, demure. Perfect for just hinting at a more  intimate sexuality from behind a contrived panty shot. But under the heat and moisture and skill of Garnet's lips and tongue and TEETH you can feel things blooming… engorging. It's amazing but an ache is starting inside you, an acute sense of emptiness ready to be filled by  Garnet's glorious knot. You finally find your voice after so many wordless cries. "Garnet…" Your voice is so whiny and needy… oh gosh you hope Garnet finds it sex that you're unraveling under her attention. "Garnet, please… I… I want to be your onahole. I need to be filled.  I… I… oooooooooo..." Oh god you're cumming, you're cumming while Garnet's long canine tongue schlorp schlorp schlorps your brain right out of your head. It all comes out in a rush "Ineedtobeused! FUCKMEPLEASE!" You can't believe you said that!  But you really, really did and you could swear you feel Garnet grinning as she coaxes your orgasm to another peak. After that all you can do is moan and gasp and try to writhe as waves of pleasure crash through you.

 Sweating, panting, disoriented… Whaaaaa? Oh, Garnet stopped eating your pussy like the goddamned world champion of cunnilingus and you have enough spare neurotransmitters for your higher functions to work again… neat… but also boooooooooo… Huh? Oh, speech, Garnet is talking.  "Are you listening? Oops, there we go, I can see the lights are back on upstairs from your cute little pout. I said, I'm gonna show you something neat, accept my share request." You double blink, bringing your HUD up to full opacity. There's a share request for a video feed  labeled: Garnet Live Feed. You accept with a thought and your field of vision fills with Garnet's eyecam stream. Aaaaaand she's looking at your pussy. Your shining, sopping, engorged pussy. Your labia have bloomed into something from Georgia O'Keefe's fever dreams, meaty petals  surrounding a fleshy passage that looks… almost… hungry… as it pulses and winks at Garnet, topped by an erect clit the size of your thumb. Waah? What? What delirious mind designed a pussy that went from dainty coinslot to cockhungering maw? "One who's studied your porn history with the focus of a sculptor researching a block of marble baby girl" Oh fuck your said that out loud again… you've been spending too much time alone… again… "MY PORN HISTORY!?" you blurt out. "Baby girl… Our program has developed the most complete and effective predictive  psych profile in human history. You have no secrets left. And your profile said you wanted a "cute" pussy that would be able to "take monster girldick". The euphoria designers aren't miracle workers, but they come damn close." She runs a finger around your vagina, caressing your  labia and tracing your ready hole, sending shivers through you. "So when you get stimulated by a monstergirl like me with the right activation enzymes in my spit… you get ready for her monstergirl dick. So… do you feel ready?" Yes? Yes! YES!!! You nod your head with enough  vigor to bounce slightly in your cradle. "Say it, use your words bottom." Oh nooooo… Meme attack, critical hit to the extremely online trans girl. Fuckfuckfuck… You just have to tell her that you want her fat cock filling your pussy, fucking your brains out. You can do this!  "Garnet… um… I guess… I mean, if you want to… You could stuff my slu…" No, not today. You aren't down in the barracks dirtside anymore, trying to out slut the other cyborg babes to get fucked by one of the girls able to top in the Pre-Op bunk next door. Today you're a hero, or, at  the very least, an essential asset. An asset that had EARNED a reward. "Mommy, I want you to fill my essential to the defense of Earth pussy with your huge knotted monster girldick. You said I earned being your onahole, so… so please give me what I've earned." Garnet bites her  lip as she slides her hands under you. "Good girl… very good girl… that's the kind of attitude I like in a fuck toy…" A series of warnings flash across your HUD as she lifts you, hands around your neck and waist. 

ONAHOLE PROTOCOLS: ON 

ACCELERATION DAMPERS: ACTIVE 

NECK ARTICULATION: LOCKED 

INTERNAL OXYGEN SUPPLY: ACTIVE 

SPEECH FUNCTION: LOCKED 

WOMB PROTOCOL: ACTIVE 

WOMB!?!?! You think this at Garnet as hard as you can. "Baby girl, I told you the euphoria designers aren't miracle workers.  All this has to go somewhere if you're gonna get knotted like you've been wanting for so long. It just opens your "cervix" which leads right into your state of the art robot tummy-tum, which is being told to not start digesting me while I'm in there" Bored with talking instead of  fucking Garnet roughly shoves you down onto her cock. OOOOOOH FUUUUUCK this is so much more than before. You can feel your guts rearranging to make room for her. Yeah sure, physically you are ready for this. Emotionally, you were not ready for how being an immobile limbless  fucktoy being mercilessly manhandled would feel so right. Your eyes roll back and your tongue lols out of your mouth as you surrender to being used. When Garnet penetrates your "cervix" there's a moment of heavy pressure and a deep 'pop' as she enters your guts. Oh god she's so  deep and you're not even on her knot yet. The wet sound of pussy getting wrecked is joined by primal glurks as her cock quests ever deeper, forcing air out of your locked down throat. Finally Garnet hilts in you for the first time, her grunts becoming a feral snarl. She sets you  back in the cradle even as her grip tightens. She humps you in a frenzy of short, fast strokes building to a final triumphant thrust as she cums with a howl. Finally you get to feel a knot inflating inside you and it sets off what would be a back breaker of an orgasm if you could  move. In this hypersensitive womb mode you can feel her pumping into you, thick and hot, filling you and overfilling you. You don't see the kiss coming, fierce, slobbery, possessive. Garnet moans into you as the both of you shudder through orgasms together.