Morgan’s Fate Part. 3

Disclaimer: (Rape, Canine, slight cumflation, fantasy world)

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Several months had passed since the forest had claimed Morgan completely.

Her body had been utterly remade by the pack’s nonstop breeding.

Her powerfully curvaceous figure was now dominated by an enormous, heavy belly that rested low and full between her thick thighs whenever the coyotes allowed her a moment’s rest. The skin was stretched drum-tight and shiny, marked with fresh silver stretch marks that traced across the massive dome. Her already heavy breasts had swollen dramatically larger, painfully engorged with milk that leaked in constant, uncontrollable streams down her sides and over the curve of her belly. Her dark, puffy nipples were raw and hypersensitive from endless nursing and biting. Her wide hips and plush ass had grown even thicker, the cheeks spreading wide and inviting every time she was mounted. Her pussy—once tight—now gaped openly when empty, the swollen, puffy lips permanently red and glistening, forever drooling a messy mix of her own slick and thick coyote seed.

Morgan’s mind, however, had not yielded an inch.

Every single day she screamed inside her head with new and desperate protests.

I’m still me. I’m not your fucking broodmare. I never asked for any of this. Get the hell out of my body.

On this particular afternoon, Morgan lay pinned on her back in the center of the main den, her massively swollen belly rising like a living mountain. Her thick thighs were forced painfully wide by two powerful males while the rest took turns without mercy. One huge coyote was buried to the hilt in her ruined cunt, slamming into her with savage, wet thrusts that made her entire belly jiggle and bounce violently. Another had forced his thick cock deep into her stretched asshole, stretching the tight ring wide with every brutal stroke. A third shoved his dripping length down her throat, fucking her face relentlessly while thick ropes of saliva bubbled from the corners of her stretched lips and ran down her chin.

“GLK—NNGH—NO—NOT AGAIN— I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS—PLEASE—!”

Stop using me like a cheap fucktoy—my holes aren’t for you— I hate every thrust—every knot—every drop of your disgusting cum—

Her heavy breasts bounced and slapped against her swollen belly with every violent thrust. Milk sprayed in thin white arcs from her raw nipples whenever a coyote latched on and suckled hard enough to make her whimper. The males rotated constantly and mercilessly—when one knot finally popped free with a loud, obscene gush of seed, another immediately rammed in to replace it. Sometimes two cocks forced their way into her pussy at the same time, stretching her ruined walls to their absolute limit while she gagged and sobbed around the cock in her mouth.

“NO—NO—NOT BOTH AT ONCE—IT HURTS— I DON’T WANT YOUR FILTH INSIDE ME—AHN—AH—STOP—!”

They’re ruining me—stretching me out forever—pumping me so full I can feel it sloshing—my body keeps clenching and cumming but I despise it—I despise all of you—

Lillie lay only a few feet away, gently nursing her own latest litter while the alpha took her with slow, affectionate strokes. She watched Morgan with that same soft, glassy, blissful smile, occasionally crawling closer to lick the tears and cum from her best friend’s face as if it were some kind of comfort.

Morgan would sob hoarsely between broken moans, “Lillie… please… make them stop… I don’t want their pups… I don’t want any of this… help me… NO—!”

But Lillie only smiled wider and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Morgan’s massively swollen belly before returning to her own tender breeding.

The pack treated Morgan exactly as they saw her: a pure, absolute breeder. While Lillie was cherished and fucked with care, Morgan was used without pause, without tenderness, without mercy. They kept every one of her holes filled around the clock. Tongues constantly lapped at her clit and asshole between breedings, keeping her slick and ready no matter how much she begged inside her head.

Every single day and night… they just keep filling me up… I feel so bloated and used… my mind screams no but my stupid body keeps opening wider for them—

One evening, as golden sunlight filtered through the trees, the first powerful contraction ripped through Morgan’s enormous belly.

“AH—! NO—NOT YET— I’M NOT READY FOR THIS—PLEASE—!”

The labor was long, brutal, and exhausting. Morgan screamed and sobbed through every contraction, delivering a litter of nine strong, squirming coyote pups. The pack helped guide each newborn to her leaking breasts, where they latched on immediately and began drinking with greedy, tugging sucks that sent unwanted sparks of pleasure through her wrecked body.

They’re nursing from me… actual puppies growing inside me and now drinking my milk… this isn’t my life… I never wanted any of this…

The coyotes gave her a brief window to heal—three full days where they mostly left her pussy and ass alone. They still nursed constantly from her swollen breasts and made her lie with her legs spread so they could lazily lick her clean, but they allowed her body a short rest after the birth.

Morgan spent those days curled on her side, cradling her still-soft but empty belly, whispering brokenly to herself, “Just a little longer… maybe they’ll let me recover… maybe I can find a way out…”

But on the morning of the fourth day, the moment her bleeding had mostly stopped and her strength began to return, the pack was on her again.

Two males pinned her thick thighs wide open. The alpha mounted her first, driving his thick red cock straight back into her still-tender pussy with one hard thrust. Within seconds another male forced his way in alongside him, stretching her freshly-used cunt even wider than before. A third claimed her mouth while a fourth pushed into her ass without warning.

“NO—NO—NOT ALREADY— I JUST GAVE BIRTH—PLEASE GIVE ME MORE TIME— I DON’T WANT TO BE BRED AGAIN SO SOON—AHN—STOP—!”

They waited three days and now they’re right back inside me—pounding me harder than ever—my body is still sore but they don’t care— they’re going to knock me up again immediately—NO—NO—NO—

Morgan’s screams—both vocal and internal—echoed through the den as the pack resumed their endless rotation. Knot after knot locked inside her, flooding her womb with fresh, hot loads while her heavy breasts continued to leak milk for the newborns nursing at her sides.

Lillie watched with peaceful eyes, gently rubbing Morgan’s belly as if encouraging the next litter already.

Morgan’s fate was now eternal.

She was the pack’s endless, unwilling breeder—body forever swollen and leaking, holes forever claimed—while her mind remained trapped in a storm of unique, desperate protests that would never be heard.

And she knew, with sickening certainty, that the cycle had only just begun again.