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The leader was gone. It had left the nest hours ago. You weren’t sure where it went or when it would come back, but you desperately wanted it to return. The pressure in your womb was unbearable. You had been pushing with every bit of strength, but the spawn was moving at an agonizingly slow pace. You reached around your stomach, trying to feel the head or foot or something to tell you that it was close to crowning. Your fingertips grazed against skin that wasn’t yours. You sighed in relief, happy that you were making progress. The muscles clamped down once more and you pushed, noticing that one of the other creatures had slipped into the nest. It was the biggest one besides the leader, its skin pale. While the leader was agile and graceful, the one before you was heavy and clumsy.

It growled, making its way over to you. At first, you thought it was curious, wondering what was happening to you to make you whimper and squirm. But, as it drew closer, your eyes widened at the appendage twitching between its legs. You tried to sit up and push it away, but it overpowered you easily. It buried itself between your legs, sinking slowly. You felt it the tip hit the spawn inside of you, your walls tensing around it. You waited, hoping that it would see that you were giving birth and leave you alone.

But it used its weight to its advantage, forcing itself deeper and pushing the spawn back. You tried to get away, feeling it halfway through your cervix. If it went all of way back, then you would have to start over from the beginning. The creature moves its hips from side to side, rubbing against your walls as it tried to feel out how many more inches it could push inside of you. It continued its advance, crowding your entire birth canal. The spawn slipped back through your cervix, your legs jerking in response to the weight returning to your womb. The creature’s thrusts were lazy, but with so much power that you were pressed into the dirt with each movement. It finally finished and removed itself, liquid flowing from between your legs. You felt the urge to push again, only for another one of the creatures to take its turn.

By the time the leader returned, you were exhausted. You had stopped pushing on your own, even as your body demanded that you do so. It wouldn’t work. If you pushed, the next creature to mount you would just push the spawn back inside. It had already happened so many times that you had lost count. The sky was brightening. You had been in labor for nearly the whole night.

With a loud roar, the leader jumped back down into the nest, jaw hanging open and teeth stained with blood as it growled at the creature still jerking its hips into yours. It seemed intent to finish, but a quick swipe of sharp claws made it retreat and climb out of the nest. You smiled, laughing slightly. The pain had been driving you mad, but you would finally be able to rid yourself of the things growing inside of you. The leader remained by your side, watching and occasionally pressing its forehead against the side of your belly as you pushed. Whenever another creature tried to get closer, it would growl and force it to back off.

The spawn crowned, filling your birthing canal to the brim. You knew that, if it were ever so slightly bigger, you would find it nearly impossible to push. You had been lucky. You were sure that other girls of a smaller stature wouldn’t have been able to handle the birthing process of such a monster. With another push, the head slipped out. The leader moved to look, growling low in approval. You tried to push the shoulders out, but the thing inside of you was massive. You cried out in pain and frustration, wriggling your hips in an attempt to get a better angle or at least get one of the shoulders. The other creatures watched from the top of the nest. They pawed at the dirt, clearly wanting a turn at having you carry their children. Thankfully, they kept their distance.

One of the shoulders slipped through, followed by the other. You were tempted to reach down and pull it out so you wouldn’t have to keep pushing, but couldn’t find the courage. You didn’t want to look at it or touch it. You were almost there. You just had to keep pushing. The rest of the body inched its way out, falling onto the dirt. Another gush of fluid came with it. You fell back against the ground, continuing to push halfheartedly. You knew that the afterbirth was next, but the thing that met your cervix was much thicker and heavier than what you expected. Your breathing quickened and you glanced down, realizing that your stomach was still far too big. Judging by the size, there was a second one. You groaned, knowing you were only halfway done. The leader, who had moved next to you and had bitten through the umbilical cord, noticed. It shifted its weight from side to side, then paced in front of your legs. It clearly wasn’t familiar with the idea of more than one offspring at a time.

The firstborn had already gotten up, dark eyes open and staring at you. It moved to your side, stumbling a bit. You flinched, worried that it was going to bite you or try to mount you. Instead, it latched onto your breast. The pressure made you ache, but soon you could see frothy white milk in the corners of its mouth. You looked away as your womb clamped down again, the second inching through your cervix. It was easier than the first and it got up faster, wandering to your other side and suckling. You tried to ignore them as the afterbirth pooled between your legs. They both removed themselves from your chest, their noises higher in pitch than their father’s growls. You shrank back against the wall of the nest, sweaty and dirty and violated. The two young sniffed at the afterbirth, then opened their mouths. You looked away and shut your eyes, knowing that they were eating it. Their kind fed on the flesh of humans and animals alike, after all.

The leader sat down next to you, nudging your shoulder with its head. Then, it rested its head on the ground. The two smaller creatures settled down where they had been standing. You glanced up to the top of the nest and heard the snores of the others. A grin crept onto your face. You were tired, but it was perfect night to escape.

Under the cover of night, you carefully climbed out of the nest by grabbing onto some old tree roots and digging your feet into the dirt. You hurried back to your home, careful not to make too much noise. You didn’t want to wake the creatures, but you didn’t want anyone in your village to notice you walking around naked. It would only cause them to question what had happened to you and embarrass you. You wouldn’t be surprised if they kicked you out of your own house for your sins. But everyone was hidden away in their homes, letting you slip back into your house and lock the door.

You sighed in relief, but it quickly turned into sobs as you looked around your tiny home. What had once been so familiar was completely foreign to you now. You bathed, getting rid of weeks of dirt and grime. You redressed, the feeling of fabric soft against your skin was unbelievably comforting. You curled up in bed, thankful to be warm and dry and safe. You would never go outside at night again. You would never go after the glowing flowers. You would never stumble upon another monster. Your village had been right. There were reasons to fear the dark. Evil loomed in the shadows and forced you to help it breed more.

Adjusting to life back in the village had been difficult. Your breasts still produced milk, so you had to be careful. If anyone noticed when the front of your dress became damp, they would think that you had spent the time you had been missing off with some man in another town and giving him children. They would have wondered where the baby was and, since you hadn’t returned with the father, you would have received dirty looks for years until they forgot about you breaking their moral code.

The sun was setting. You had locked your door and were changing into your nightgown. There were still some people wandering the village, likely finishing up the last of their errands before hiding away. No one had caught on to what had happened to you. You had lied and told them that you had been hopelessly sick in your bed and kept yourself quarantined in order to prevent anyone else from getting sick. They all believed you, letting you return to your life of peace and safety.

You began closing all of the windows in your home. With summer approaching, it was becoming too hot to keep them closed. You turned to your bedroom so you could fasten the rest, only to freeze in the doorway. In the middle of your home, staring up at you with dark eyes, was the leader of the creatures from the battlefield. You didn’t know how it had found you. Maybe it had sniffed you out once it noticed that you were gone and had been waiting for the perfect opportunity by climbing through a window.

You took a step backward. The door leaving your house was the best option, but it would chase after you and the villagers walking around would see it. It could be a blessing or a curse. Their screams would alert the others so they could help you, but the villagers could be superstitious enough to believe that you had lured such a monster to you and try to exile you. The creature would be waiting on the edge of the forest, ready to take you back to the nest as you tried to find a new town to live in.

It followed you, growling as you edged closer to the door.

“Wait, did you hear that?”

“Yeah, I wonder what it was.”

You tensed. Two of the younger girls had heard the growl. You turned to the creature, trying to convince it to stay quiet. You glanced to the window, which was still open. You moved to close it, but the creature growled again, thinking that you were trying to escape. You stopped, “Shh,” You were running out of options. You couldn’t close the windows before someone noticed the noise, but someone was bound to notice eventually. A sigh left you. There was one more thing that you could try.

You took a small step toward the creature. It didn’t make a sound, but continued watching you. You put a hand on its shoulder, trying to push it into your bedroom. It tensed, nearly roaring as it dragged its claws across the floor.

“Shh, be quiet,” You pleaded, but it hissed. You didn’t have a choice. You knew why it had come back. The villagers couldn’t find out that there was some monster in your house. You sank to your knees, rubbing the creature’s jaw in an attempt to calm it. You looked to the window, seeing a group of girls stop outside your window. If it made a sound now, they would definitely hear.

You shifted, lying back onto the floor and removing your smallclothes. You hiked your dress up around your waist and spread your legs. The creature immediately crawled on top of you, entering you swiftly. It didn’t make a sound, rolling its hips into yours. You covered your mouth with your hand, watching the window. Once the girls left, you would escape from the house. The creature could growl all it wanted. No one would be able to hear it from inside their homes. They remained in front of your house, talking about engagements and the cutest new traveler they had seen. You silently begged them to get on with their walk, knowing that you only had a small window of time. The appendage inside of you was already starting to swell.

Finally, they left. You somehow managed to scramble out from underneath the creature and got up, hurrying into your bedroom. You waited until it was inside before closing the door. If anyone else walked in front of your house and looked through the window to see a monster, it would start a panic.

“Go,” You urged, gesturing to the open window, “Get out of-“

The creature roared at its full volume. You quickly reached down and closed its mouth, holding it shut. It huffed, trying to pull out of your grasp. Then, it paused. You nearly let go of its face, thinking it was going to cooperate, only for it to suddenly yank backward and slip out of your hands. It stepped to the side and you fell forward, landing on your hands and knees. You tried to get up, but it roared again. It had caught on to your fear of it being loud and was using it against you.

“Shh,” You exhaled shakily, pulling your skirt up so it bunched at your hips. You lowered yourself to your elbows and spread your legs. It was an offer. Your body in exchange for its silence. It mounted and entered you. The appendage was still thick and twitching from when you had sprawled out on the floor. It didn’t take long before the creature stopped, liquid spurting into you. You tried to move, hoping that it only wanted one last bout, but it pinned you down, starting a slow pace once more.

It filled you for hours. Your knees and shoulders were sore from the position. Your womb was full of liquid, a slight bump in your belly from the sheer volume. After a while, you managed to turn and hold onto the monster, convincing it that you weren’t going to run away as you repositioned yourself. You stayed on your back for at least another hour, your milk soaking the front of your dress. Eventually, you surrendered and stood up, removing your clothing and lying down on the bed. The creature followed you, climbing onto the mattress and settling against your hips.

You found yourself aching, desperate for more. You spread your legs, then wrapped them around the creature. It didn’t complain, instead increasing its pace once it noticed the new depth it had gained. Small gasps bubbled up from your chest, escaping despite your attempts to stay quiet. No one would be able to hear such small sounds. You just had to keep going until it was satisfied and left your house, then you would be able to lock the window and keep yourself barricaded inside.

The creature stopped, more heat pooling inside of you. But it wasn’t finished. It began to thrust again.

It didn’t stop until the next morning. Your belly was swollen from the amount it had poured into you over and over again. Your bedding was soaked with its seed and your milk. When it finally left through the window, you locked it. You hurriedly bathed, trying to get the liquid out of your body. You washed the bedding, despite the temptation to burn it. You curled up on your bed, pulling a spare dress over your body. The sheets were hanging up to dry and were still dripping with water. You fell asleep, hoping that the nightmare was finally over.

Your hopes crumbled as the weeks went on. The creature didn’t visit you again, but it had left something behind. You were pregnant again, carrying its spawn. You were already starting to show. You couldn’t stay in the village without someone finding out.

You waited until night fell, then slipped out of your house. Your dress was tight over your form as you walked back down the hill. You sniffled, knowing that there was nowhere else for you to go. Another town would discover your secret just as quickly as the one you were leaving. There was no place in this world that would accept you for carrying such vile monsters in your womb unless they wanted to use you for selfish purposes. You shuddered at the thought.

You made it to the edge of the battlefield before the leader approached you. It walked alongside you, determined to keep the others away. It seemed that you wouldn’t be left alone under any circumstances. When you reached the nest, the two you had birthed were waiting for you. They yipped, fidgeting eagerly. You slid into the nest, removing your dress and setting it on some leaves. They approached you, butting their heads against your shoulders as a greeting. You leaned back against the dirt slope, sighing and closing your eyes.

You told yourself that, when all of this was over, you would run off and hide in some city where the monster would never find you. But, in the back of your mind, you knew that the creature was smart. You had escaped once. It would never let that happen again.

You first started dating a beta werewolf, unbeknownst to you. Your boyfriend was never around on the full moon, but you never thought it strange. But, one night he said he wanted to introduce you to his friends, so the two of you went down into the woods, much to your confused suspicion. 

Werewolves certainly wasnt what you were expecting but its definitely what you got. The beasts circled you, bumping you with big sniffing noses, and the alpha, the largest, sunk his teeth into your hoodie and yanked you onto your back. 

Your boyfriend tried to fight him, but you got the feeling it was more a “who gets you” fight then a “defending your honor” fight. 

Long story short, he lost and the alpha tore your pants to shreds and ploughed you, howling all the way. 

Your stomach swelled with his litter, his big fat pups as you felt a jet of come inside you and he continued thrusting. 

He came and came and came and came, it felt like hours before he wore out, but with every thrust you felt more pups grow and kick inside you, and all the movement and the warmth and the growth made you orgasm more intensely then your boyfriend ever did, and your water broke. 

You whimpered and begged to be filled with more of their huge pups, you didnt want to give birth yet! 

You demanded more! You refused to push but the pups descended into the birth canal anyway crowning and being pushed out one after the other… Until the alpha came back, and plugged you. 

He sprayed your insides with a gallon of come, and your enormous belly doubled in size and you were so pleasured it hurt how good it felt. 

You begged for more and he gave it to you, all night long, refusing to let you birth any more pups until daybreak when he transforms back. 

Your belly is a monolith of movement, its a no small marvel that youre alive, let alone thriving in birth. 

As the sun comes up the birth gets harder, the pups transforming into human form, but its so much better. 

When the priests had asked you to help them with their ritual, this was the opposite of what you had in mind. Most religious practices consisted of prayer and the drawing of some runes in the dirt in order to promote safety and prosperity. The city was fond of such practices. It was better than letting witches gain the public’s trust. The priests swore to help the city guard find and eliminate witches, but you hadn’t seen a single witch in your life.

It had started with you changing into a simple cotton dress and joining them for prayer. They led you into another room, which you had guessed was a secluded area for more focused, intense prayer. The walls, floor, and ceiling were covered in runes made from dark paint. There were four wooden stakes buried into the ground, about as tall as your hip from the dirt to the top. Chains were fed through holes in the wood, shackles on the ends. You stopped, the two priests who had been walking in front of you continued, but the rest were stuck behind the doorway. A chill worked its way down your spine. Something was wrong.

One of the priests shoved you forward, a second moving to your other side. You staggered toward the wooden posts, “What’s going on?” You looked to the head priest, the one who had convinced you to take part in the ritual.

He spared you a glance before beginning a prayer in a low tone. The other joined in. You were familiar with their usual verses, but this was something different. The priests on either side of you grabbed your arms, guiding you to the room’s middle.

“Please, I’m sorry, I don’t want to do this anymore,” You begged, as they forced you to your knees. One man held your arms to keep you from struggling while the other placed the shackles over your thighs, tightening them until you couldn’t squirm out. Your clothes were pulled from your body, leaving you bare before them. They pushed you, your hands meeting the dry earth, “Stop!” You tried to get up and hit them away, but they merely pinned you down while the other shackles were bound just above your elbows.

The head priest gestured to the others, who grabbed the ends of the chains and gently pulled. The metal became taut. You tried to resist, but they were too strong. Your arms gave out, forced onto your elbows when the chains tugged you down. Your legs were spread, causing you to shiver from the cold air. They hammered the other end of the chains deep into the ground. You wouldn’t be able to escape no matter how hard you pulled and struggled.

“Whatever I’ve done to deserve this,” You looked to the head priest, who was standing a few paces in front of you, “I’ll atone for it, but not like this. Please! What are you doing? This isn’t right!”

“It is that which must be done,” He replied, “The witches must be stopped. We cannot do so alone. Humans with only brute strength are powerless against those who use magic.”

Another priest knelt beside you, a paintbrush and pot of ink in his hands. He dipped the brush, then traced it over your body. Up your spine and along your ribs, the coarse hair irritated your skin. The wetness of the ink making you squirm in discomfort. He moved between your legs, creating patterns below your navel and across your hips. You could tell from the brushstrokes that they were runes. You tried to fight against your bindings, but you weren’t strong enough.

Just as the priest moved away from you, the sound of panting and footsteps became audible. You were facing away from the door, but you heard it creak open. The noises became frenzied. Then, the barking started. You tensed. Dogs were uncommon in the city. They were often considered too vicious to be pets, especially when witches or intense situations could drive them to attack. But you had seen the occasional stray lingering outside of the city.

The dogs were clearly agitated, growing louder and pulling at their iron leashes. You quivered, the clamor beginning to scare you. You didn’t know what purpose they had in the ritual, but your first guess was that they would be sacrificed. Such a practice was illegal. It shared the border with blood magic. However, if the priests were truly desperate, then they were likely to use anything if it meant destroying their enemies.

“Release the first,” The head priest ordered. A leash was dropped and you could hear one of the dogs running toward you. You screamed, closing your eyes as you waited for claws and teeth to sink into your body.

But it stopped just behind you. You felt puffs of hot air against your back, which then drifted downward. You squirmed, crying out in surprise as a rough tongue lapped at your entrance. You looked up at the head priest, wishing that he would see the evil of what was happening, but he merely watched. As the tongue dipped between your legs, you lowered your head out of embarrassment. Even though they were the ones in the wrong, you couldn’t bring yourself to face the priests standing around you. You couldn’t fathom how they had succumbed to committing such an atrocity.

The snout left your body and you let out a shaky sigh of relief. Your hope was quickly replaced with fear as the dog’s front paws moved to your hips, its claws digging into your thighs. Something warm prodded against your body in shaky thrusts. You tried to squirm away, only to wince in pain as the claws sank deeper into your skin, forcing you to stay still. You whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks and falling to the dirt.

After a few seconds of blindly searching, the appendage finally found its mark. What started as a tentative nudge into your entrance immediately turned into a full thrust. You gasped, every breath cut short by the rapid pace. It only withdrew about an inch. It had to stay buried inside of you. You looked up to the head priest, about to beg for forgiveness, only to stop.

He stared at you coldly, then looked down. He brought his hands together and bowed his head, beginning a prayer that you didn’t recognize. The word were old. You knew of hymns that weren’t in the common tongue, but this was different. The words were harsh and low. The other priests soon joined in, ignoring your cries.

The dog’s movements became faster and more erratic. Its appendage began to swell at the base, pressing into your entrance and stretching you slightly. You tried to angle yourself further away, but chains on your arms and legs were pulled, offering more of your body. Another thrust. The knot pressed against you. Another jerk of the dog’s hips forced the bulb inside. When it tried to pull back, it caught and pulled you backwards with it. You bit your lip, the sensation of your walls being stretched around the knot as the dog continued to move making you quiver.

Its thrusts were sloppy and brutal, the scratches on your thighs and hips deep enough to sting with blood. It panted heavily as it found release. You tensed, nails digging into the earth as warm liquid spurted into you. The dog paused, giving a gentle tug. It had swollen enough to keep itself inside of you, the pull causing you to whimper and squirm. It continued emptying itself inside of you, fidgeting as it waited impatiently. It tried to withdraw again, but the knot was still too big. You cried out in pain.

Finally, after a few minutes had passed, the dog removed itself from your body and trotted away. It was satisfied, no longer agitated. However, the others still being held by their leashes were growing ravenous. You waited. You didn’t have the heart to hope that it would end with just one.

The head priest paused, his prayer ending despite the others continuing. He sighed, “Again.“

You braced yourself, another dog immediately running up and mounting you. It was bigger than the first and already heavily aroused. You closed your eyes. You almost began to murmur a prayer, but found yourself unable to speak the words.

You weren’t sure how long the ritual had been going for. You had lost count of the times you had been violated by the dogs. You were sure that some of them had returned for a second bout, but you couldn’t be sure since you couldn’t see any of them. There was only the head priest in front of you, still praying in a low voice.

Your body had relaxed, exhausted from the ordeal. You didn’t have the strength to keep your head up. Instead, you rested your cheek against the ground that was wet with your tears. You didn’t try to fight back anymore. You were too tired. Every time you almost slipped into unconsciousness, the pressure of fluid filling you made you groan.

They were waiting for something. The head priest was becoming impatient. He had muttered something about not being able to afford another mistake. You listened, knowing that he was likely referring to at least one other girl that they had tricked into compliance. You wondered when they would put a stop to the ritual if nothing changed. Perhaps they would continue until you fainted.

But the air in the room shifted, the temperature suddenly rising significantly. You panted, each breath feeling like you were inhaling fire. You were sweating heavily. One priest stopped to wipe his brow with his sleeve. He hesitated, glancing to the head priest.

“Keep going,” The head priest warned, “We cannot stop until it is here,” His words stirred you from semi-consciousness, your vision clearing slightly. You wondered what would come. You wondered if things would only get worse.

A low growl drowned every other noise out. It was coming from the back corner of the room. You could see something step forward. Even in the darkness, it gave off a faint light like fire buried within the earth. Your eyes widened. You had heard of such a creature. It was not of the mortal world. It remained in the darkest of realms, only appearing when great bloodshed or sin summoned it. The very thought that it had been lured by what the priests were inflicting upon you made you cower in shame.

The priests stopped, remaining still. One of them brought out their blessed talisman, “I-It’s here. The beast.”

The dogs all whimpered and hid themselves in the opposite corner of the room. They felt the sheer power lurking beneath its charred skin. The beast stepped toward you, becoming visible in the candlelight. You stared, eyes widening in fear. Your body shook with trepidation. It was twice the size of a normal dog, its sharp eyes glowing. Its tongue slipped from its mouth, moving across pointed, white teeth. It approached you, heat radiating from its body. Sweat dripped from your skin and mixed with your tears.

It walked toward your legs. You knew what was about to happen. The beast climbed over you, its dark fur brushing against your back. It wasn’t hot to the touch, but soft. It felt like the soot remains of a house burnt to the ground. It was the skin beneath continued to give off waves of heat. Your hair shifted with the beast’s every exhale. It stood there for a moment, its only movement the rise and fall of its chest. The priests were silent, worried that the slightly noise would cause the ritual to fail. They refused to move, even with the sweltering temperature of the room.

The beast shifted, breaking the stasis. Something pressed between your legs, so hot that you worried that you would be burned. You screamed, but the sound caught in your throat as your entrance was forced open, widening in order to accommodate the beast’s girth. It was much larger than what you had experienced from the dogs. Your body twitched involuntarily as you were filled to the brim, tears building in the corners of your eyes as the tip met your cervix. The heat was unbearable, drifting just beneath the temperature required to burn you.

It withdrew slightly, then pushed back inside of you. The priests watched in an awed silence. The humidity made it hard to breathe, your panting growing worse with each thrust. Being so full was clouding your mind. Small moans bubbled up from your chest. The pace remained slow, but the sheer size caused you to whimper as your walls constricted around the beast. It kept moving, disregarding your cries of pleasure. You were oversensitive now, unable to stay quiet. Your cheeks burned with shame, a hand moving to cover your mouth and muffle the sounds you were making.

The beast growled, its thrusts becoming faster and rougher. Its claws dug into the ground, teeth bared. The base was swelling, but the appendage was already so deep that it widened inside of you. You squirmed, uncomfortable. Your body ached for more but you refused to succumb to its desires. It could only move an inch back and forth, pressing against your cervix and then pulling at your walls. You tensed around it again, oversensitive to every movement.

A scorching heat met your cervix. You stiffened, fearing that it was too much for your body to handle. But there was no pain, just warmth. The pressure built, but with the knot buried inside of you, there was nowhere for the fluid to go. It filled your womb, growing heavier with each pump. The beast went still, allowing for its body to take care of the rest. It went on for what felt like ages. The priests you could see exchanged glances, as if concerned.

Then, the beast stepped back. Its appendage slipped from your body. Its seed poured out, pooling between your knees. Most of it was kept inside your body due to your hips being higher than your shoulders. When you squirmed, you could feel your stomach brush against your thighs. The room grew cold. The beast had been satisfied and disappeared.

One of the priests stepped toward you, but the head priest cut him off, “No! Wait, it’s not done yet.”

You rested your cheek against the ground, exhausted. The heat swirling in your womb kept you from drifting into sleep. You waited, wondering what they were expecting to happen. The beast was gone. It seemed like the ritual was over.

But your body throbbed. You shut your eyes, overwhelmed by the pain. It coursed from your hips to your ribs, then through your spine. The runes were reacting, glowing faintly. It gave off the same colour as the flame beneath the beast’s fur. You inhaled sharply, wishing you could smudge the runes enough that they could no longer bring you discomfort.

Whatever the priests had wanted done, it had worked. The head priest sighed in relief, gesturing to the others, “Release her.”

You felt the chains loosen, allowing you to sink to the ground completely. When your stomach was pressed between your body and the earth, more of the fluid spilled from your entrance. You paid no mind to it, far too exhausted to care. They turned you onto your back, looking over the runes. The light slowly faded, once again returning to black ink. The pain disappeared, allowing you to relax. Two of the priests removed your shackles and lifted you from the ground. They carried you out of the room and down a few hallways. They reached a smaller room with a cot. There was a chain attached to the wall.

Your mind registered what was happening and you kicked at them, trying to escape, “No! Let go of me!” Your struggling was in vain. They shoved you to ground, one keeping you still while the other fastened the iron around your neck. You pulled at it, trying to remove it or loosen it enough to get your head out, but it was useless. You winced, pressure growing in your womb and keeping you from yelling at them. You had trusted them and they had betrayed you.

The head priest stepped forward, a cruel look crossing his features. You cowered in fear. He gave off the impression that he was so kind during sermons, but it was all just an act. His war against the witches had driven him to the brink of sanity. Or perhaps he had always been this cruel and was using his position as a man of faith to prey on the weak. He drew closer, “Do you realize what we’ve done, girl? We’re going to win against the witches. We will eradicate them from this world and send them screaming into the darkness. But we need allies to do that, and we’ve just obtained one of the most fearsome creatures in existence. You are the contract binding his allegiance to us. When you’ve served your purpose, he will grant us unimaginable power,” He laughed, “He’s a lonely creature, which made obtaining his loyalty all too easy. The runes reacted, after all. Yes, you’re going to give him some nice pups in return for his help.”

Your blood ran cold. The runes they had painted onto your skin were to promote fertility. They would then glow when the seed took. You were pregnant with a monster’s young. Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks, “No, please. You can’t do this…”

They ignored your cries, leaving the room and locking the door behind them.

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So as a veterinarian you’re upheld to a certain requirement of modesty. You can’t wear certain clothes just in case an animal uses it either as a hiding place, or gets too curious. I had a Black Labrador last week that came in to get his tail partially docked because of an infection, had to keep him overnight no problems there and on the same day, I had to finish a write up because our computers had failed and we had been using paper all day.

Before I left I went to check up on everyone, see how they were doing and if they needed a clean or some more food and water before I leave for the morning, and I saw the Black Lab staring at me. By this time the anesthetic had gone out of his system and he was just on pain medication. I came over to see if he needed anything and he kept bumping his head against the bars of his cage to get more scratches, so I shut the door so he wouldn’t run off, and I let him out so he could wander around the room for a while. He just wanted pats though, so I gave him a good scratch and I saw the tip of his penis was out while I was petting him. He also kept trying to stick his nose in between my legs and jumping up on me.

Being the kind vet I am, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to relieve him of his stresses, he was obviously pent up and his owners hadn’t given him the snip, which I always say is highly needed for domestic dogs who aren’t going to breed. I’ve done it a couple of times before, for insemination so I quickly grabbed his sheath and started to get him off, but he had other plans. He humped my hands for a moment and then walked away, before jumping up on me again. By this point I was wondering if his owners hadn’t asked for the snip because of a completely different reason.

Obviously being in animal health, I know about bestiality. Never been curious to look at anything but I know the rumor about peanut butter. But this Black Lab had me wondering, if it was just once, no one was around until morning, no cameras, no one would know. So. I took my trousers off and presented myself like a bitch would, the Black Lab went straight for me and started licking everywhere. That right then had me hooked on dogs in more ways than one.

He didn’t fuck me. I wouldn’t let him, and I do regret that now. But there would be other times I’m sure. I let him lick to his hearts content and I stroked his dick until he knotted my hand. I got curious as well on how it would taste so after he knotted and stopped humping, I took him into my mouth and the taste wasn’t all that bad it was just watery and a little salty. I’ve had men’s cum that had tasted worse. I sucked him until he’d stopped cumming and I put him back into his overnight cage, put my trousers on and left.

This is a flying fox

It all started innocently enough. I was complaining to my roommate Cassie, that I couldn’t seem to find any man who wanted to go out with me. It’s been months since I have been out on a date and even longer since I had a real dick. At this point the neighbors’ horse was starting to look tasty. Cassie just smiled “really? Well I have a secret that will get you laid tonight!” I squealed with girlish delight! “Oh please do tell! It’s been ages. I’m desperate. I need a man any man the old gardener down the street anyone!!” Cassie just smiled secretly at me…” since you are my friend I will show you then but you have to promise to keep it a secret.. Ok?” I made the promise I even pinkie swore on it. Cassie walked quickly into her room and right back out. She held a mysterious brown bottle. This is my only supply so don’t over use it and definitely don’t lose it! I looked the bottle over in surprise it seemed to be an ordinary brown medicine bottle. “What’s in it?” I asked tilting the bottle on its side and trying to peer into the murky plastic. Cassie grinned don’t tell no one but I stole it from my dad’s science lab. .it’s a human musk they are working on to attract the opposite sex.. Since I have been wearing it I haven’t gone a single night without sex. Sometimes with multiple partners! I love it..

I’m warning you now don’t overdo it you won’t like the results!” I promised I wouldn’t and went to get ready for my big night out on the town. I shaved and showered and powdered everything that I could think of then I decided not to wear any panties or a bra, they will just get in the way! I chose the shortest mini skirt I could find, that should draw some attention on its own! I was determined I wasn’t coming home without having sex some way or somehow! After I felt I was dolled up enough I decided to start small like Cassie had said I put one drop of the musk behind each ear. It smelled kind of like a clean pussy. I decided since it was such a lovely night I would walk to the bar as I’m sure I would have a ride.. Or maybe two, home afterwards!

When I got to the bar it was packed! I was sure to get lucky! There was an awesome band playing and I was asked to dance almost immediately by an old motorcycle guy. You know the type big fat and hairy and kind of smelled funny. I walked away and tried to find some younger hotter meat. But no matter where I looked the old guys were following me. I panicked and went to the ladies room. Now I know I had seen Cassie with a different sexy guy on her arm all week, maybe I didn’t put on enough of the secret musk. I got out three drops this time. I placed one between my tits, and one on the back of each knee. There! That had to fix the problem now. I walked out of the ladies room and to my delight all the old smelly guys frowned at me and wandered off. Now I was surrounded by geeky guys! Ick this had to be worse. Although there was the one who was kind of cute! “NO! Be firm girl, you are desperate but you might as well hold out for the sexy rich boys and the jocks! “ The geeks were even beginning to be brave enough to rub against me I made a run for the bathroom again.

I was excited as by now for sure I would find the men of my dreams. Yes I said men! I am going for more than one now. My hands were shaking as I grabbed the bottle from my purse. Three more drops should do it! I’m going to put one on the back of my neck, and maybe one on each of my temples. As I open the bottle it slips from my grasp! I do manage to catch it without too much spilled, so maybe Cassie won’t kill me. But there is a decent sized splash across the front of my blouse! I doubt the stain will ever come out, and now I smell like a three dollar whore! Well maybe the men won’t notice. Maybe I will find mister right.. Maybe mister right has a head cold.

When I walked out of the restroom a hush fell over the whole bar. Suddenly I felt a wall of hate! I looked up and every woman in the joint looked like they had grown claws and fangs. Men were turning their noses up at me as if the smelled a skunk. I’m telling you I feared for my life. The front door was too far away so I made a mad dash for the back door! Luckily there was some old pipes in the alley way I was able to bar the doors with.. I ran down the alley trying to put as much distance between me and the overwrought crowd as possible! I made several turns trying to lose any potential followers, who knew how long they could follow my reeking musk scent. After a while I tired myself out I was panting from all the desperate running barely could catch my breath. I looked around and noticed I had run the wrong direction from my house. A good long walk home awaited me. But there was a problem if I passed people on the street; they all turned into angry mobsters on me. My best bet was to stay in the alley ways.

I am totally exhausted by this point. I’m beginning to think if I run into another mob I will just let them kill me. It would be easier than walking several miles home. Suddenly I hear a noise behind a nearby trash can, and the fight or flight instinct takes over and I’m off and running again. No matter how hard I run I can hear the footsteps behind me. I soon hear a second set of footsteps running with the first, panicked this gives me yet again another burst of speed! My breathing is coming in short gasps there is the beginnings of a cramp in my side when a third set of footsteps fall in behind me. I leave the alleys and head for a wooded area nearby maybe I can lose them in the trees! I can barely jog I’m so exhausted each footstep feels like it weighs a ton. Yet the people following me don’t even sound winded. I reach the tree line and stop. All three sets of footsteps stop too. I lean my head on a tree. “Ok if you must kill me fine just get it over with I can’t run another step!” nothing happens. I turn slowly to see three pairs of eyes watching me intently.

I sigh in relief, it’s just three dogs. “Wow guys you had me scared.” I’m still trying to get my breathing under control. The dogs just stood there watching me with these big silly doggie grins. I’d almost swear they were leering at me like human men! Taking a deep cleansing breath I look around. I’m way out on the edge of town. I will not make it home before sunrise at this rate! I push off of the tree and take a step towards town when the biggest mutt growls. I freeze and look at him. “What? Not you guys too?” I decide my best bet at this point is to take off my blouse and throw it away from me, as it is covered in the musk only some had seeped thru to my skin. When I discard the shirt the Pitt bull dog snatched the shirt growling and shredded it right before my eyes! Thinking it is safe to leave now I again take a step towards town. The big mutt looking dog stops me again, but this time he uses his body to block my way. I try to move around him to look straight into the blue eyes of a husky, licking its lips. I’m beginning to think they mean to eat me. Terribly frightened I try to back away to fall over the Pitt bull as he had inched up behind my legs while my attention was on the other two.

I land with a solid thump in the leaves. My earlier decision to not wear a bra and panties was haunting me now, as I felt the leaves and sticks pushing against my pussy lips. The husky dog started dry humping the air next to my head. Terribly frightened, not sure now if I am to be eaten or not, I roll over away from him and try to scramble to my feet. Before I get my feet under me the pitt bull is running his tongue along my pussy lips I squeak and try to cover myself pushing him away, and losing my forward momentum I fall flat on my stomach in the leaves and debris. I start to try and crawl away to find that the Pitt bull has now wrapped my right arm in his jaws, he gives a firm but yet gentle tug. It hurts but he doesn’t break the skin. He stretches my right arm out straight to my right and holds it in his powerful jaws. If I try to pull it he tightens his teeth and growls. Meanwhile the husky has done the same to my left arm. I am now lying flat on my stomach with my arms extended on either side of me. I turn to look at him. His teeth seem somehow sharper; experimentally I pull on my left arm to be rewarded by the same tightening of teeth and low growl. The husky’s sharp canines puncture my arm shallowly in two places. I can feel a drop of blood form. Time seems to have slowed down, and I wonder to myself if this is what happens when you’re going to die.

Suddenly I wonder what happened to the big male mutt dog I hear a growl behind me. I am lying flat on the ground and he is standing over my calves, growling. I don’t know what they want I’m feeling dazed and confused. Losing patience he reaches down and nips me on the right but cheek. I squeal again and even though my arms and upper body are pinned flat my knees and legs try to run away causing me to raise my ass in the air. I can feel the warm breeze caressing my pussy lips. Trembling I try to get up again to be met by fierce growls from all three dogs. Feeling exposed I try to lay back down flat to again be growled at ferociously from all three sides. I turn to look over my shoulder at the big mutt. He seems to be just staring at my pussy, cocking his head one way then another. It’s almost as if I can feel his eyes moving over my flesh. I start to tingle all over. Man it’s been a long time since any male has looked at me that way. The combination of the warm breeze on my pussy lips, the warm saliva running down both arms and the feeling of being stared at in so primal of a way, all combine to make my pussy juices begin to flow. At this point I know I must be desperate, I start praying for them just to eat me and get it over with.

The big male gives a low growl and moves towards me. The other two dogs give an echoing growl on either side of me. I’m pretty sure they are telling me not to move. At this point I’m so exhausted I couldn’t go anywhere anyhow. So I stay still wondering what they were going to do next. As the big mutt moves closer I can feel his hot breath on my pussy lips, which are to my surprise spread wide and are soaked with my own juices, very inviting to any red blooded male. And I mean any, as the big dog proceeds to give me the best tongue bath I have ever experienced!

His huge tongue presses against my womanhood repeatedly, each long stroke of his tongue brushes right over my extremely swollen clit. I have never known such a feeling before. The fear and exhilaration cause an explosive reaction in my body chemistry and suddenly I’m moaning with each stroke of his tongue. Just when I think I’m going to explode he reaches forward and gently grabs my clit with his front teeth, there is no pain he does it as if he has lots of experience pleasing human females. He gently rolls my nubbin between his teeth and all I can do is moan it is such an exquisite pleasure within just a few short minutes I am cumming so hard I cry out into the pile of leaves. My whole body is shuddering in a massive orgasm. I stay posted with my ass in the air as the last shudders leave my body to feel him again begin to wash my pussy with his most excellent tongue! I now notice that the other two dogs have released me, and are watching the proceedings with lots of interest.

There are no worries about me leaving now the shudders wracking my body are more effective than chains! Suddenly the big mutt dog leaps forward placing his front feet on either side of me. He wraps his paws around my upper torso in a bear hug that I couldn’t have wrestled out of if I had of wanted to. I felt his massive organ press against my swollen labia. Fearful, as I have never been with a human man that big before I braced myself for the pain. There was none. He pushed his dick into my pussy and froze for a minute as if waiting to see if I could take it all. There was no hesitation on my body’s reaction; I have been without sex for so long my pussy was trying to pull the whole dog inside. It started madly pulsing around his hot cock! His dick felt so much hotter in temperature than any human I had ever been with, it just added to the excitement!

Suddenly he started frantically pounding at my pussy. I have never been fucked so hard and so fast in my life. Shockingly this dog was the best lover I had ever had! Just when I was getting into the furious pounding my pussy was getting I could feel him swelling inside me. I started to panic remembering the bitch in heat on my neighbors front lawn stuck together butt to butt with another dog. Before I could react, ‘it’ happened he stopped moving, and I could feel an almost painful pressure feeling building in my vagina. We were well and truly stuck I whimpered about to scream in fear and pain when I felt his hot flood of juices spurting again and again deep into my pussy.

Distracted by the amazing warmth I froze with my mouth hanging open. The pitt took this opportunity to mount my head before I could react he had shoved his dog dick deep into my throat. He used the same technique as the big mutt with his front paws, he wrapped my head in a vice-like grip I couldn’t pull away and I couldn’t close my mouth. Dog dick tasted salty and a little metallic like. I was gagging at first as his thrusts were so quick and strong, I was afraid I would suffocate and not be able to tell anyone what had happened. But it didn’t take him long at all to reach the swelling point of the sex. Although he didn’t have enough of his dick in my mouth to get stuck, he never turned loose of his vice like grip. I was a prisoner to his salty cum shooting down my throat! After the first few panicked seconds I decided I liked the feeling of being held captive so tightly. My pussy was throbbing and cumming in time to both dogs pulsing cocks! The massive orgasm I had earlier to the tongue lashing I got from the big mutt paled in comparison to the throbbing orgasm I was having at this moment! I felt like both my mouth and my pussy was cumming at the same time!

Both dogs came for what seemed like fifteen minutes, before their dicks swelling went down enough for the pitt to release my head and the mutt to finally slip out of my now sore pussy. I collapsed into the dirt and leaves on the floor of the little wooded area we were in. I had forgotten where we were, wait.. Weren’t there three dogs what happened to the last one? Before I could move to look around I felt a warm tongue on my face. The husky was cleaning me up. I was afraid he was going to rape my sore face and mouth too, but he had no interest in that. He just continued to clean my face and neck of all the spilled doggie sperm and human sweat. Then he moved down my body, nudging me onto my back with his nose he thoroughly cleaned each breast of dirt and debris where I had been pressed into the woodland floor. When he felt I was clean enough he turned me over onto my stomach again and proceeded to clean my back. His tongue was warm and moist and soothing, I started to relax under his administrations. He was very thorough so I didn’t even jump when he proceeded to clean my sore worn out pussy, I did flinch a few times as the big mutt was the biggest lover I had ever had, so I was a little sore. Next came my tight little ass. I never thought about my ass being cleaned this way before it was almost erotic. I had never had anal sex before and a passing thought of what it might be like passed thru my mind. I was totally lethargic and relaxed. I had been fucked harder than any time ever in my life, and now it was as if I was getting a nice massage.

In a matter of minutes I began to wonder just what the husky was doing, he was still bathing my ass. I started to tense up and he growled. The other two dogs had been resting nearby jumped to their feet to stand menacingly near me low rumbling growls echoing from their throats! I was shocked! “No!” I shouted I will not be fucked in the ass! “No!” I started to rise to feel three sets of powerful jaws lock onto me in various positions. All three were growling. The husky had a hold of my right butt cheek; he released it to continue washing my ass with his tongue. He began to push deeper with his tongue, pretty soon I could feel the slimy thing moving in and out of my virgin ass hole. I was weeping silently saying no, no, no over, and over. The Pitt and the mutt dog were ruthless in their holding of me. As long as I didn’t struggle I felt no pain as soon as I so much as flinched teeth would tighten down till I would whimper in pain. The husky continued to ass rape me with his tongue and after a few minutes I began to almost enjoy it. It was a very interesting feeling, having his hot wet tongue slipping into and out of my ass. I began to find myself moaning in pleasure. I wondered why the big dogs didn’t release me the way they had earlier when I began to enjoy it.

The tongue lashing stopped as suddenly as it had begun, before I could register the change the husky mounted me, I didn’t even have time to react when I felt the head of his hot dick slam into my now raw bleeding ass. I screamed in pain. Waiting in fear for him to continue. He waited, they all waited, I was frightened, I was hurting and I had a dog dick in my ass. And two dogs with hot drool running down my arms. And still they waited. I tried to move a little, and when I did the husky became the furious pounding fuck machine of nightmares. I didn’t even realize when the other two dogs released me. All I could feel and focus on was the huge dog dick slamming into and out of my ass. Within a few seconds I got into the rhythm, and it started to feel interesting. It wasn’t hurting as much, and his dick started to feel nice. Amazingly I started to feel the building of an orgasm. I did not know you could cum out of your ass. This orgasm was way different than the last two orgasms. It was deeper somehow, more primal. I was at the same time frightened by the intensity of my feelings and I embraced them!

It was wonderful I have never felt this way before! Inside my ass I could feel him swelling the pain was back! I screamed, then I screamed again as he stopped moving, not because he wanted to, but because he had swollen to the point he could not physically move in or out of my ass anymore! I screamed again, at first I tried to crawl away but that made it worse. I froze in place whimpering. He stayed still as well. When I quit screaming and trying to get away the most amazing thing happened he started cumming. This dog was amazing he came buckets full more than the other two dogs. I could feel the hot juices trying to squeeze out of my ass between his dick and me. And yet still he pulsed and came more, before I knew it I was yet again, cumming in my ass! Twice in a row! It was awesome! Exhilarating! And the most wonderful experience of my life. He came so much it quite literally forced his dick out of my ass with an audible pop! There was a waterfall of cum running down my legs! I collapsed again into the leaves. Totally spent and totally happy. These dogs were the best lovers in the world!

Cynn came awake to a delightful tingling of her dainty cunt, and for the first startled moment, she thought she’d napped too long in the backyard sun and was blistering again. With her tender skin, it was so easy to sunburn.

But it was only Max, licking at her thighs again, acting silly as a dog could. She tried to bring her knees together, but somehow, he had gotten in between them this time; his hairy body was thick and muscled when she squeezed, and the solidity of it made a funny little thrill race up her backbone.

“Max,” she said lazily, “go away, Max.” But she didn’t really mean it. His nose snuffled deeply into the swim-suit bottom she wore, and the heat of his breath increased the tingling in her snatch.

Tugging the towel down over herself, Cynn thought that it wouldn’t hurt to let the crazy dog have his way, to let him lick at her pussy until he was tired of it. Besides, it felt so good. She lifted her butt and gave a wiggle that helped her slide the swim suit down, but she had to put one bare foot against Max’s wide chest to shove him back far enough so she could get the almost-bikini off her legs.

Quickly then, she made a tent of the big towel and spread her knees so Max could stick his soft, hairy muzzle back into place over her crotch. He did it quickly, eager to get his hot, wet tongue going on her feathery-haired pussy.

Of course, she didn’t mean to let him try anything else, just the hot and ticklish lapping he was always trying on her cunt. Ever since the German Shepard grew up, it seemed like he was hungry to lick her twat. And her mother was always saying, watch out for that dog, Cynn–slap him when he does that. But her mom didn’t understand about the tingles.

“Ooohh!” Cynn said out loud, arching her back some as the dog licked hotly right into her pussylips. He’d never been right down to those before, and the sensation was wild, crazy. His tongue shot a wet fire up her cunt, and she began to roll her ass, the way she did when she was finger-fucking herself and getting to the point where she might come.

Maybe Max would lap her snatch long enough to make her come; he seemed content to keep at it, and his tongue felt wonderful, rubbing away at her pussy like that. She wondered if her orgasm would be big, and trembled all over.

But Cynn kept her head enough to look quickly around the yard, to peer into the tall hedge that separated their backyard from the Lorimers’. She sure didn’t want any of them to catch Max snuffling at her pussy this way, and she spread the towel wider over his head, pretending to be wrestling with her dog.

Max worked his tongue furiously into her pussy, spreading the cuntlips apart some, slurping into her hot slit and whining deep in his chest.

It was great for her, getting to her in a way that using her finger never had. Cynn reached beneath the towel and pushed his head down, shoved his hairy muzzle deeper into her heaving snatch. She rolled her hips and lifted to it, kind of fucked him in his nose, while the good feeling got better and better in her pussy.

“Oh, Max!” she panted, swinging her head from side to side and breathing harshly. “Oh Max, eat me up! Just eat up my pussy!”

The big dog seemed to understand, to respond, for his long, thick tongue pushed harder, licked more avidly, and a hot, bright spot began to grow swiftly around her stimulated clit. Her cunt got all hot inside, turned wetter and juicier, and she humped jerkily on his muzzle, quivered and gasped as she started to come.

It was far-out, a thrilling sensation that made Cynn hump her crotch to him, that made her kick her slim legs and dig her fingers into Max’s wide head.

“C-Coming!” she husked. “Oh Max, you big, horny dog-you’re m-making me COME!”

Her heels beat against the grass and great, racking shudders whipped over her taut body. She came, and came, her eyes rolling back in her head and her teeth locked into her lower lip. The sun overhead seemed to flash on and off, and she fell back limply, about half-knocked out of her head.

Weak and spent, she lay flat upon the grass while her big tits heaved up and down and her mind spun like a biker doing wheelies. She knew that Max was still lapping her inflamed pussy, but she didn’t know when he stopped. In a daze, she was sorry he quit, because it wouldn’t take all that much more to make her come again.

The dog’s big head came up under the towel, tangled there, and Cynn had to help him get out of it. Then she was sorry she did, because Max had his front paws clamped into her rib cage and he was squeezing her hard. And–she recoiled in shock–and she felt the prodding of his cock, that slick, hard cock that was blindly reaching for the entrance to her wet cunt.

She wiggled, struggled to push him off her, but Cynn only succeeded in bumping her belly up against his. Max held on, humping his back and thrusting forward steadily with that long, pointy cock. Once it slid across her hairy little cunt mound, and she bucked wildly beneath his weight. Panting, she had to turn her head aside from his dripping tongue, and the move threw her crotch into his moving prick again. It was slippery, oozing some liquid, and her pussy was slippery, too, skidding along under the intensity of that very stiff dog cock.

Suddenly, the tip of it poked into her pussylips. Cynn quivered sharply and tried to wiggle off the end of Max’s hard rod, but he kept humping and pushing, and somehow, Cynn bounced the wrong way. It went into her cunt!

The dog’s prick slipped into her twat, right between the lips that had been turned so slippery by his licking, and she flinched because his prick was so hard, harder than she had expected or imagined. Knobby on the end, and shoving, poking, right up into her hole where only her finger had ever been before.

Cynn was scared. She clawed at the big, powerful dog, and her curled fingers only slid down his short-haired hide. She tried to push him up with her bent knees, but he was far too heavy for that, and his cock penetrated deeper into her snatch. Now it hurt; it hurt like hell, hurt like crazy, and she was just about to scream, but fought back the panic just in time.

Mom wasn’t home, but the Lorimers probably were, and she didn’t want any of them to come running, to catch her being screwed by her own dog. She’d just have to fight Max off by herself, before his huge prick ripped her cunt wide open, made her bleed and took her cherry.

Cynn wrapped her arms around his heavy neck and tried to wheel him off to one side, but the dog had the feel of her inner pussy now, and would not be denied. He bent his back and plowed his ramrodding cock deeper into her tightly resisting cunt. Cynn felt the cockhead strike against something elastic, against some buried membrane that stretched and pained.

“Max!” she hissed. “Get off me! Stop that! MAX!”

He was too far gone to listen; he only squeezed her surging body tighter between his paws and pounded that insistent prick more strongly against the barricade of her cherry.

“N-No!” she grunted. “Oh, no! Don’t-do-it!”

But she couldn’t get herself free, couldn’t loosen the impaling cock working like a lance into her pussy. And the pain–quick and sharp and over in a single flashing moment–so that now she felt the slick dong moving, and the swelling of the knob on the end of the dog’s hungry cock. Now she knew the deep tickle of a prick within her cunt, where she had imagined one would be before too much longer.

But the future was now, and she wasn’t a virgin anymore; she felt the extra wetness of blood and thought crazily that being screwed by her dog wasn’t exactly the way she had pictured losing her cherry. But at least Max couldn’t knock her up, and since it was already done and she had tried like hell to stop it …

Max grunted and shoved; his cock rammed into her cunt all the way to his hairy balls, and Cynn knew that her snatch could take it all without ripping, that her tightly clenching pussy could swallow every swollen inch of the dog’s big prick without tearing.

And his cock felt terrific. It felt wonderful, buried so deeply in her cunt that she could feel the hard tip nudging her cervix. She was being fucked! All the sex-education classes and the girls giggling and the hot night dreams had led to this crazy moment. His big rod felt marvelous, filling her pussy and making her ass go tight.

Max humped in and out of her cunt eagerly, and the thrill of that distended prick slipping over her vibrant clit was almost too much. Cynn thought she was going to faint.

She didn’t pass out, because that doggie cock felt too good. She rode it back and slithered forward when it pumped into her box once more. The swollen tool bulged inside her clinging pussy, and she wondered dimly if she and Max could get hung up, like she had seen a bitch dog and a male do once. It would be nice in one way, to keep this tremendous cock inside her hot cunt for just as long as she wanted it, fucking until she came, and came again, and came once more.

But getting hung up with Max there in the backyard wouldn’t be so cool. In her bedroom at night, after her mom was asleep, that would be okay. But not here and not now, right out in the open daylight. The towel that had covered her was gone, kicked away in the scuffle, and when she looked down by twisting her head a little, she could watch the shiny red prick pumping in and out of the lightly haired lips of her dripping pussy.

Oh wow, she thought, wow! Max’s cockhead was bumping against her womb, and making her head bob up and down, and she had to have something to hold onto, or the dog might fuck her right on down through the lawn. She clung to his neck and got her feet up, up, until her ankles could cross above the dog’s back. She hiked her crotch to his thrusts then, and swung her ass in quickening circles, because she was on the verge of coming.

Coming–in her first screw! It was wilder than using her finger, more fantastic than having the dog lick her pussy. His cock slammed deep into her snatch and pulled back for another battering-ram stroke, and when he plunged his dick to the balls again, she quivered in ecstasy.

Cynn came, hugging Max and fucking back at him, clinging to his body with her legs and arms, clinging to his prick with the hot, wet walls of her pussy. Lights flashed on and off within her head, and crazy things happened to her clit, bombed inside her cunt. Her asshole snapped tight as a rubber band, and she felt his swinging balls massage it.

Max kept right on grinding that stiff dog cock into her blazing cunt, ramming and banging it, and her legs slid off his back, but only to brace her heels against the grass so she could rock her crotch upward to meet his lunges, so that her cunt could absorb every terrific inch of that hard and slippery cock.

Max whined then, his breath hot in her car and his damp muzzle pressing against her cheek. She felt her tits rubbing their erect nipples into his heaving chest, felt the rise and fall of his hairy belly as he shoved the prick to her cunt in a last, savage burst of power.

He shot off inside her. Cynn trembled from head to foot as hot dog sperm spurted from his greatly swollen cockhead. The boiling jazz hosed her entire womb, splashed searingly against the walls of her cunt and packed the length of her pussy.

Thick and creamy, it flowed over his throbbing prick and a few drops squeezed out of her rubbery cuntlips to puddle in the crack of her steamy ass. Blissfully, Cynn rolled her crotch, rolled the hard cock around inside her frothy cunt and over the aching button of her clitoris.

Moaning softly to herself, clenching her teeth, she heaved her pussy against the dog’s balls, pushed it wetly into his crotch. She burrowed her stiff nipples into his muscled chest and moaned again, softly and with the craziest feeling blossoming within her overheated body.

“I’m coming again!” she hissed. “Oh Max, you lovely, wonderful dog with the lovely, wonderful prick–you’re making me come again–COME!”

As if in answer, Max’s ballooned cockhead gave a last spurt of hot jazz, and Cynn reveled in the buttery sensations within her flexing pussy, went just a little bit insane with the contortions of her snatch and her ass. The coming was even more tremendous than it had been when he licked her off, even better than the first time she had ridden and bucked to rapture upon this deeply buried cock that was still stiff as a poker.

It was as if she had a strobe light in her cunt, as if it were flashing on and off and making everything inside her jerky, jumpy. It was as if a color wheel were spinning red-orange and green-blue. Every nerve end of her body tingled and sparked, and the orgasm raced everywhere within her being.

It was the sweetest and the sexiest thing ever. The dog’s cock was her very own; she possessed it in her pussy and held it prisoner by the muscles of her cunt. The great cockhead pulsed and turned greasy inside its tender trap, but the dog just balanced above her, stopped in the motions of his fucking, held in the diminishing throes of his coming.

Oddly, Cynn thought that this must be Max’s first fuck, too. Poor Max, she mused; he couldn’t even masturbate himself, although he could lick his own prick. She wished she could stretch herself around so that she could lap her own hot pussy. But they would both make do very well now, by screwing each other.

She had her own lover now. She had Max, who could fuck her for as long as she wanted, who could throw big, sizzling loads of rushing cum into her cunt and not make her pregnant. But now that the walls were down and the no-no times finished with, Cynn thought she would start taking the Pill anyway, because, as her mom said, you could never tell what might happen.

Her poor mom, thought Cynn. She didn’t have a lover.

Cynn slid tentatively upward, and Max allowed his hard cock to slip almost out of her snatch. Only the cockhead hung a bit, but then her pussylips stretched a little more, and with a wet plop! The dog’s prick snapped out of her cunt.