Headlights drove skittering shadows through the quiet suburban cul-de-sac. Abandoned rubbish and leaning "For Sale" signs forming stick figures that leapt aside as the equally disreputable sedan turned, and crunched up a weed-infested drive. Its occupants dismounted, making their way to one of the only houses to still have a light on so late at night.

"Now play it cool a'right? You my brother, don't mean I'm gonna stick my neck out for you."

Doing her best to look like she knew any better, a spotted hyena in cheap leather flicked a spent cigarette at a younger, and even more cheap-looking male, before loping up to knock on the door.

Hek wrinkled a bent nose, a gift from his big sister, Lorel, giving no comment save adjusting a leg of his shorts, and slicking his tan hair with a lick of spit.

The door clinked open on a chain, a wary eye, and the click of a pistol hammer, the first greeting the siblings got before it yawned open further.

"Who's the kid?"

"My little bitch bro, he got marked up last week, here to join for real."

Grunting, the eye withdrew, the chain clinked as it dropped, and the two young gangers walked into the explosion of filth that was the hall beyond. The floor hadn't seen a vacuum in years, plastered flat and stained yellow. Bags of trash were stacked in every corner, and the stink of things unmentionable pervaded every breath.

Entering the kitchen, a ginger tom cat buckled his belt and cast a glance at the two hyenas.

"Who's the kid?"

Hek was getting tired of hearing that, but his eyes had gone past the senior ganger, and settled on the woman he'd just finished force-feeding. The mare's coat was a distinct royal blue, her hair crossed through with a streak of white, her face studded with a multitude of piercings. Her features were probably pretty under all the metal stuck through them, with pouting lips and a pair of jade eyes. Her body though, that was made not to look at, but to act on. Three fat globes dominated it, two tits with puckered teats, sat above a belly thick with life. All that balanced on a pair of thighs that could crush a melon, which knelt on the sticky floor, getting stickier as she dripped from a gash Hek couldn't see, obscured by a more than generous set of balls.

He snorted with amusement, as he followed the full sack up to see they fed a diminutive package, a floppy, rubbery, purple tube that could be swallowed inside a fist. The pitiable equine cock was pinched shut with a ring piercing, keeping the dribbling pre-seed to a minimum.

His perusal of the kneeling horse was interrupted when his sister jabbed him hard in the ribs.

"Well, go on, get to it," she sneered, pointing at the panting mare, her lips still wet with the cat’s spunk "get your dick out and give it to her."

Hek's paws took over from where the feline left off, eager to get his initiation done. Mapping her face with his palms, she affectionately nuzzled into his touch, encouraging him with soft moans as his fingers drifted lower, over her chin, down her neck, to grip a weighty, sloshing bosom with its dark blue nipples, plump and puckered like mouths, eager for a kiss. He nipped one, and was rewarded with a rush of sweet milk, the bumpy areole desperate to feed him, the tip catching the end of his tongue as he flicked it, making the communal whore rock in pleasure.

"Yo, bro, seriously? You such a baby you can't even fuck her?" Lorel mocked him, "Momma's boy just wanna suck some fat slag and not lose your V card?"

"Y-you don't have to listen to them, sweetie," the nameless woman moaned in his ear, "momma doesn't mind, momma loves cute-"

"Shut up!" Hek was burning, with lust and embarrassment, bent muzzle dripping milk as he snarled. "I was just... getting her wet, that's all!" Hurriedly, his belt hit the floor, letting his modest cock free to thud on the woman's belly. On her knees already, it was easy to move up her short body, rubbing along the smooth blue coat.

"Uh, Hek, her cunt's down there, or, oh! Oh shit you for real bro?"

He'd show his brat of a sister that he was hard enough to join the gang, that he wasn't a little cub anymore. He dragged the narrow end of his savage-looking prick over the seeping nipple, circled it as the green eyes of the horse looked up at him with lust and submission. Those eyes told him, she'd let him do, anything. The glans dug in like a chisel through soft earth, her bud giving token resistance, and her eyes rolling in ecstasy. His hips thrust, her tit warped, and his balls slapped in a wet ‘Thwack’. It took less than three humps before he'd hammered a tube of meat into her body, lubricated with milk, a passage shaped perfectly to his dick, her heart so close he imagined he'd pierce it if he fucked her hard enough.

"Bro, shit, that's hardcore, for a kid," his sister whistled, "I think the bitch likes it too."

"I... I do," the mare giggled, wrapping her arms about her newest family member’s skinny buttocks, as he drilled a fresh pleasure centre for her, "I love it, please, be good to mummy, make her happy baby."

Hek heard, but didn’t care. That wet channel he’d dug was his. A sucking, gushing, love hole that contorted about him and made him feel like a man. All as the whore cooed, and whispered, and gave nothing but praise for his prowess.

"Told you bro, this bitch, you can do, ‘anything’." Never one to be left out, Lorel leaned forward, grabbed the distracted horse’s cock-piercing like a ring-pull, and tugged.

It ripped free with a noise that made Hek’s shaft wilt, a disgusting tear of abused meat. If it wasn't for the tight squeeze holding him buried to the nuts inside the wounded woman, he would have fallen back on his arse. Blood blossomed in that ruin of flesh, but not as much as might be expected, healing so rapidly that by the time the last fibre of muscle had re-knit, it was just ready for the deluge of orgasm that followed. The mare moaned, her brain crossing pain and pleasure so severely, that the only reaction she had, was to empty her balls in a white tide.

"The fuck sis!?"

Chuckling, Lorel pumped the now open shaft as she lined it up with her engorged pseudo-penis, not going to let her little brother upstage her, "That's nothing, you should'a seen what Butch did to her. Shoved a bat so far up her arse, she was deep-throating it."

As his sister split the fully healed cock with her own, Hek grew firm despite his revulsion. Horror aside, the sight of the hard, urethral, dicking his sister was giving was so close to hyaenidae mating, that the urge to compete and breed overcame anything else. As Lorel stretched the constantly cumming horse cock, Hek wrapped a hand about a slender neck, and squeezed. Every gasp for breath sent shivers through the hollowed breast, making it ripple and gush like a proper pussy for his prick, warm, wet, and silky.

"That's right," the cat from before put a paw on his shoulder, "Bitch is some mad science shit. Now you know, you're in. You tell anyone about this, ya gonna be a corpse in a ditch. Get it?"

Hek nodded, and the ginger male laughed.

"Name's Sticks, welcome to the Family new blood."

***

Lottery night was always a big deal for the Family. They each had a vested interest, after all.

Lorel was long gone, one too many times deep in the blue woman's dick-slit had left her with a bulging belly of her own. Sticks was serving time, and probably wouldn't make it back out. But Hek was still going, and now it was his turn to bring new blood into the fold.

"Remember bro, don't say a word, got it?" He told his new best buddy.

The pair pressed through the decently sized crowd, the venue a rotted-out and forgotten community hall. Up on a makeshift stage was the main attraction, a fecund blue mare at the absolute bursting point of her pregnancy, wearing nothing but piercings and the dark stains of substances. Beside her, the current boss, a mule with his dick out already. Everyone knew why they were there, including the whore on stage, despite her half-hearted protests.

"Sweetie," she moaned, plump lips wobbling, "you know momma doesn't like-"

The boss ignored her, and called to the crowd, many of whom had already dropped their belts, rubbing or tugging on themselves in flagrant eagerness.

"Alright, my brothers and sisters, everyone placed their bets?"

The heckling crowd brayed and shouted, while the boss lapped it all up.

"Who's ready to see me pop this bitch?"

"Please... baby..."

The gang roared, and the boss, smirking, gave them what they wanted. His flared shaft was more than eager, years of experience filtered down to him for this sacred act of their fraternity.

"Then here, we, go!"

The whimpering woman looked like she was on an execution block, as the boss lined his shaft up with the side of her head. She gave one last protest, a snivelling “Be nice to…”, before the veiny cock speared her ear like a bolt in a slaughterhouse.

For less than a second, death tried to take the Family’s plaything. Her eyes crossed, her tongue flopped from her mouth, her every orifice wept openly as muscles relaxed. But then a dull drone dripped her maw, a girlish giggle escaping, a hiccuping titter, as if she was on the greatest trip of her life. Her body twitched as a real equine penis, not the sad thing that was just another cock-socket, reformatted her grey matter to its proper purpose.

"Makes her birth," Hek whispered to his buddy, while the boss began sawing through her brain, "some sort'a survival instinct, get the kid out sort'a thing."

They both watched as the pregnant mare's body convulsed in unending orgasms. Her shaft wept pathetically, her labia could just be seen behind her balls, parting like panting lips, retching fluid as her waters broke to bring her cub into the world.

"What happens to the kid?" asked the buddy.

Hek chuckled, watching as the crowd panted in time with the show, "There's always folks out there who want a baby, just don't ask why."

The azure woman on stage screamed in cataclysmic climax. Her mind literally fucked, her body elated, a newborn flopped from her womb with the yowl of fear that takes every new life. Eyes rolling, she didn't seem to care as her head was skewered like a kebab. Milk dripped from her breast, cum dribbled from her dick, and baby talk cooed from her lips, as the boss gave a last, firm, shove, and spitted her from ear to ear.

Cum fountained from the other side of her head, and the crowd laughed, and stained the floor.

"Look at that," the boss shouted for all to hear, hands leaving to let her hang like a towel on a rail, while he grabbed the crying newborn by the ankles, "anyone order a baby goat?"

Cheers and boos filled the audience, as the winner of the lottery came up to the stage to claim their prize. Meanwhile Hek’s new “Best Buddy”, had a rather different reaction

"Uh huh, hey, sorry Hek, gotta go, take a call," they hurriedly left the hall. A chunky flip-phone in paw, he pressed in a number, "Hey, doc, you remember how you said you were after, new meat, well... I've got something you might wanna see..."