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With great thanks to them for their patience and understanding.\n\nFeedback is always treasured, even just a quick critique on what you didn't like, I'm a grown up, I can take it.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Familial bonds can be broken, but not His, not when He makes you take them.

The Third part of my five part series for Basque. With great thanks to them for their patience and understanding.

Feedback is always treasured, even just a quick critique on what you didn't like, I'm a grown up, I can take it.", "writing": "At the edge of a twisted forest, the trees withered and stunted, the plains they adjoined dry and barren, a quiet crossroads had become host to an uncomfortable send off. One figure lay on the ground, while another knelt over, looking to be giving their last rights, as nineteen more hovered behind in macabre silence.\n\nGrezetta slumped listlessly, whiskers as droopy as her ears, eyes unfocussed and heavy, peering over the barrel that had replaced her once trim torso. Her vest and jacket were missing, no longer able to fit, leaving her fur bare, breasts jutting nakedly, with visible veins and a liquid weight that hadn’t been there at the beginning of the venture.\n\nAn immaculately written sign, made from fresh split wood and the hound’s own torn clothes, hung about her neck; \"Take me to a midwife.\"\n\n A small stack of coins perched on her belly, balanced precariously by the bull that had propped her there. He didn't look at her, just dusted Himself off, and started walking, knowing the others would follow.\n\n\"Is it really alright to leave her here like this?\" Raileh whispered, the deer putting a hand on her own stuffed midriff, something many of the women of their company now shared from the repeated late night sessions they spent [i]\"Tending to His needs\"[/i]. \"What if the cultists, or demons, find her, or...?\"\n\nChuckling, the most swollen of their number stroked the grotesque bulge she sported, a bulk that doubled her torse in a straining girth that breached her robes and thinned her hair to sparsity.\n\n\"The Master's scent is strong on her, none would dare bring harm to what is His,\" the former cultist, the Lady Encarmine, said with absolute surety, even if none of the others trusted her. Ever since she'd come too, stuffed and mounted on The Barbarian's cock, the red-stained bat had been a picture of devotion, lending her knowledge, her power, and always her body, to whatever cause He undertook.\n\n\"The bitch looks ready to burst...\" hissed Hela of the Sword Sisters, perhaps a note of jealousy in the lynx's voice, \"greedy woman, fat on Man's milk.\"\n\n\"Oh not fat,\" the smiling bat crouched beside the half naked hound, a hand running fondly over the swollen curves, feeling the firmness of the cargo within, the heat, the force of life at work. \"The Master's seed has taken root, so potent and rich to have done the in days what takes others months.\"\n\nMore eyes went to bellies, several gulped, others shivered, but more than one looked down at her future, and sighed in anticipation. None moaned louder, however, than the dog herself.\n\n\"Puppiessss~.\"\n\nGiggling, Grezetta spawned a new puddle on the ground between her thighs, her brain consumed and cannibalised, needed to process the pleasure and satisfaction of her new role. Every ounce of tracker's wit, hunter's secrets or soldier's discipline, had been washed away by the virile ocean that had flooded her body each night, leaving nothing but what she was; a sex-addicted plaything for her Master.\n\n\"Calf's, dear,\" Encarmine corrected, hand slipping to rub the woman's soppy sex, \"the Master's seed conquers all breeds, eventually....\" Her crimson eye swept the others, lingering on every female there that was yet to spread their legs for The Barbarian's purposes.\n\nAsta, guild logistician, shifted uncomfortably as those piercing rubies seemed to single her out among the rest.\n\n\"Then you'd best hope we reach somewhere safer before we have to leave you behind,\" the white mouse sniffed, \"I doubt the enemy will deal kindly with a traitor.\"\n\nIf her words were intended to worry the former demon worshipper, she was disappointed, the chiropteran woman only grinned toothily as she brought the lust-brained hound to a new howling climax.\n\n\"I do not fear my time, little mouse,” she smirked, licking her fingers clean. “For He has used me well, and blessed me. There is nothing more I could ask from life, than to share this one's fate.\"\n\nInwardly, the logistician played out that exact scenario, her analytical mind gazing into a potential future. One where it was her, brainless, bred, lying on the floor of some tavern, or abandoned at the roadside, growing heavier by the day, as hooves kicked, and her belly strained, till eventually...\n\n\"Girls, come,\" The Barbarian called, already well down the road, and quickly His harem came to follow, leaving the giggling, happy hound, to marinate in her own arousal.\n\n***\n\nA field bleached as old bones glowed like dying embers beneath the horizon sinking sun. Shadows stretched, and a feeble breeze filled the air with the rattle of dried grass.\n\nFrom her lead position as tracker and scout, Loretta stopped dead. The brown hare's long ears turning, her nose twitching, detecting something familiar, something tainted, something that made her teeth grit. She raised a fist to forestall the others, spear clenched firm.\n\n\"I can hear you, Rakel,\" the proud warrior woman said, spitting the name with uncontrollable contempt, \"all the tricks in hell won't make you any less of a failure.\"\n\nThe grasses parted, a shimmer of air became reality, ash and brimstone flaking away from the figure that was now there, as Rakel the Half-blood, her own spear in paw, blocked their path. The piebald half-rabbit, her white ear flopped across a missing eye, the black erect, sneered back at her life-long rival, the loathing equally matched.\n\n\"Ah, so you decided to crawl out from your burrow to confront me,\" the lanky doe spoke, her weapon spinning, the wicked tip whistling in the wind, \"though not alone. Does the last of the Longstrider clan need an escort to face their demons?\"\n\n\"We did not come here to hunt you, murderess!\" Loretta snarled, her own grip snapping into a martial pose, \"But I won't pass this chance to avenge our family on your carcass!\"\n\nThe two long eared ladies began to circle, the rustle of the grass, and the setting of the sun, painting them both in a tableau of killing intent. One the avenging daughter, the other the mistreated outcast. \n\nOnly for a third to decide it was not their stage, but His.\n\n\"Stop,\" the bull stomped, dried dirt cracking and reverberating as He stepped between the two, voice as firm and resonant as ever, as He stated with certainty \"She, is mine.\"\n\nHe wasn't looking at the hare who, when she recognised what that expression meant, broke into an indignant bluster, fur puffed in denied hate. \"W-what!? No! You can't do this to me! Do you have any idea what she's done to me!? What she did to my whole family? All the lives she's served to the devils on a platter!? You can't-\"\n\nThe Barbarian turned, snorted, and leaned in close, his face carved from stone, but not wrathful, or concerned.\n\n\"You know what I will do to you,\" He spoke, finality in His tone, \"You know I will stretch you. You know you will scream. You know you will break. You know you will want it.\" Every utterance, every pause sparked the image of the event in her mind, of finally giving in to the temptation, the opportunity, of becoming another Grezetta. But He wasn't done.\n\n\"You know, you want to see me do that, to her.\"\n\nAnd she did, the moment He said it, she knew it was true. The earthy lapine in her imagination shifted to the smaller, one eyed doe, with her black spots now stained white, drenched and gasping, laying in the ditch with her cunt agape, her brain adrift, her last eye vacant. Even if she would enjoy it, Loretta could not imagine a better, more disgraceful end for her distant, treacherous kinswoman.\n\nShe looked away, ashamed, red cheeked, but not stopping Him, as the heat began to radiate, and His “[i]Interest[/i]” grew.\n\n\"Aw, would you look at that. Proud Loretta, her father's favourite, tamed by a man,\" Rakel cackled, looking up at the bull more than twice her height, \"well then, big man, draw your weapon and let's dance.\"\n\nShoving the hare back towards the others, He approached, naked arousal beginning to throb before Him, His size putting it at a level with the rabbit's eye. \"This,\" He rumbled, \"is my spear.\"\n\nShe looked at the long length of muscle, thick as her thighs, long as a man, which leered back, cyclops to cyclops. With her demon granted sight, the pit of her missing orb flickering with evil light, she saw the aura of menacing life within that rod, the tendrils of intent reaching for her, the desires it held for her. The half-breed’s monochrome face twisted from playful cruelty, to fury in a heartbeat, an unwell mind swiftly consumed by old grudges.\n\n\"Don't patronise me!\" She screamed, and lunged with no further warning, the blackened tip of her polearm shooting forth as quick as a snake's bite, seeking to kill the one who saw her as nothing more than a notch on His belt. \"I was better than all of them! I deserved their respect! I deserve to be recognised!\"\n\nEach thrust fired with killing intent, aimed for heart, eyes, and throat. But just as quick, He pivoted, swiped, and the shaft of His \"[i]Weapon[/i]\" smacked and cracked against the rune crusted spear. She stabbed, He parried, leaning back and twisting hips to swing His manhood like a fencing sabre.\n\nOne, two, three, four, the blows thudded off one another. Her fury, His dispassion, her infernal blessings, His virile girth. Until the fifth exchange when, with a scream of frustration, Rakel sliced towards His iron hard rod, only for Him to bare His tip to meet it.\n\nThe cutting head slid between His urethral slit, and lodged! With a grunted clench, the bull's cock flicked, and tore the flimsy toy from her paws, disarming her to her disbelief. Before she could recover from her shock, He swung one last time, pirouetting on a hoof as if to kick, only to send the pendulous ballast of His sac flying out to strike her clean across the chin with a jaw-breaking ‘[i]Thwack[/i]!’, knocking her flying and tumbling down the dirt track.\n\nWhen the stars cleared from her eye, it was to the sight of her own spear, head slick and steaming, pin-wheeling into the sky to never be seen again. A powerful hand grabbed her by the ankle, and tugged. She could feel her leggings shred, and her belt snap, as The Barbarian casually dragged her towards the weapon that had felled her, her struggles futile and undignified.\n\n\"No, no no no NO!\" She screeched, before a hoof came down on her head, crushing her cheek firmly into the dirt, stunned and silenced. The bull grabbed her other leg, angling her pelvis for His benefit, letting her look up the massive length that loomed down on her from above, dripping and winking. Then, He finally took a first thrust of His own. A metre of flared bovine meat stabbed down into her core, skewering her wide, deep, crushing a gasp from her lungs, of pain, and raw, burning, overwhelming stimulation. Fat wet rabbit lips tried their best to mimic His feat and arrest His advance, but were no match for the muscles behind His pile-driving penetration of her vitals.\n\n\"Haaa, ah, huu, uugh~.\" Panting, wheezing, tears of defeat and self-laothing streamed from the one-eyed woman. Unable to fight, unable to speak, her bitterness, resentment, and pride, were forced to flow, and drip, from her quivering snatch, which clenched and spasmed around His battering ram, broken before her will, even if that was soon to follow.\n\n\"What's that? Someone finally put you in your place, Rakel?\" Cooed a voice from behind the mountain that was crushing the struggling doe. Loretta, smug, vindictive, leaned on a sculpted, burning flank, looking down upon her former clanswoman, her greatest enemy, her hated tormentor.\n\n\"Haah, no, this, isn't, isn't...\" Rakel struggled, voice muffled, eye flickering, trying to focus, deny, as her walls, her womb, her ovaries, all were crushed into her diaphragm, her resistance splintered and ground into the dirt, just like her face. Pressed and brutalised by something far more hard, and powerful.\n\n\"But it is! It seems you found a man to tame you~,\" laughing, breathing it all in, Loretta watched as the thick log of a cock passed the halfway point, and squeezed a wheeze from the struggling corrupted woman’s lips. The bull chuffed, clearly pleased, widening His stance to see how much more she could take.\n\nThe hare inhaled, thighs rubbing together, so close she could taste the potent fluids misting in the air with each pummelling, seeing the two-toned labia puff and spread as they accepted the man’s designs for them. \"It's fitting,\" she moaned, nibbling her bottom lip, \"you ended our line, now you'll help reforge it! One stroke at a time~.\"\n\nGood eye watering, Rakel looked up in horror to see the mighty testicles that had ended their duel twitch, and squeeze, about to finish their conquest. And worse, with each raking of her cervix, each time the flare punched a hole to her womb, her body answered as nature intended. Her rabbit genes took over, every micro-orgasm a trigger for a fresh ovulation, another egg releasing, another kitten or calf, being offered up as tribute, sacrifice, to the burning balls resting on her arse.\n\n\"No,\" she groaned, \"don't let Him, please, please, Lorettahh~.\" She couldn't stop, couldn't control it, her body reacting, orgasming, submitting, as her mouth gave birth to moans and gasps of unrepentant pleasure.\n\n\"What, breed you?\" Smirking, the hare crouched down, and rubbed the broken bunny's head, savouring the victory by proxy, \"But I thought you wanted to be recognised, to be important, and what are rabbits best at?\"\n\n\"N-no,\" Rakel whimpered, not wanting to say, knowing the answer, knowing her doom.\n\n\"Breeding,\" He grunted, pressing His hips a final time, His length bottoming out with a gout of slime, His tip stretching her womb into a tortured sock. The world froze, His shaft swelled, flare inflated, prying her open from within, just in time for the tide.\n\nLoretta hung on the moment with bated breath, watching that fat wodge of genetics traverse the gulf from His sac to her rival’s womb. She swallowed seeing as her foe’s destiny was about to manifest. Only a sudden command brought her back to the moment. A call to action, “Girl, Balls,” which she hastened to obey, to be a part of the act, to be accessory to her half-siblings mating and destruction. The hare hurried to collapse to her knees, grabbing a heaving nut in her paws and squeezing with all her might to hurry her rivals insemination.\n\nRakel’s scream was drowned in the ensuing eruption, His seed blasting her apparatus, and rebounding, forming a bubble, then a sphere, as the sheer volume swelled her stomach, making her look weeks pregnant, then months, with the fluid's viscous mass. She went from trim muscle, to bloated wine-sack, in the time it took for her orgasmic death-rattle to crawl from her throat, and gurgle into the mud. Consciousness left her mind, and Rakel the Half-blood flopped limp as her one white ear.\n\n\"That shut you up,\" Loretta shivered on her knees, reciprocal pleasuring echoing in her loins as she watched the glowing coals of cum burn their way into Rakel’s eggs. She stood, trying not to lose herself to the images in her mind, \"I guess, it's time we moved on. She won't trouble us again.\"\n\nTwo strong hands wrapped about her waist. \"Not yet...\"\n\nSuddenly she was lifted off her feet, raised to His chest, while His cock shed the spent rabbit like a used prophylactic. Pinned with her back to His heated torso, caught in the updraught of His evaporating cum, the hare could feel her loins ignite, her tail twitch, as His well lubricated length positioned between her thighs.\n\n\"I said, what I would do to you.\"\n\nUnconsciously, her legs parted, and the proud Huntress, survivor of the Longstrider clan, accepted her fate without complaint. Rakel had just been a preview, a promise of what she could expect, and despite herself, she knew, she did want it. Her trousers slipped to her ankles, her rump pivoted for His access, the plunge was smooth, and perfect. Lips split, and walls spread. She knew she'd made the right choice.\n\nThe first few pumps, and her head was gone, the same cloudless, brain-dazed look taking over, while she rode His pistoning hips. She'd been marinating in His aura throughout His brutal battle, the schadenfreude of Rakel's humbling just adding icing to the sweet need for sex she'd succumbed to. Every centimetre of Him stretched her, filled her, pushed her to her limit, and kept going. Over, and over, the hammer struck the anvil, while His great balls flexed, and smacked their weight beneath her, already pulsing, preparing to forge another life. Not Longstrider, but His. Really, she'd been foolish to think it'd be her line, when she clearly belonged, to Him.\n\n“She took it deep.” He told her, pulling her down, the first metre already inside, already forcing folds to stretch and flatten, barriers to creak and open. “I expect you to do better.”\n\nGods, even having seen it be done she was not prepared. Voice gone, mind captured, she just watched the rising bulge that was coming up her body, catching sex organs as it came, pressing them higher, deeper, squeezing them to her lungs. It should be agony, it should have been deadly, instead it was rapturous. Air left her breast, ribs pushed apart, oxygen became short, her head began to fog. She would have screamed, but could only hiccup, when the ring pushed in. She was over half way down.\n\nOn and on, again and again, she rose, fell, gasped, flopped, taking that meaty pillar to her breaking point. Two thirds, that was the most she could take, and she felt as disappointed as He did, before He resigned himself to just rut her to completion.\n\nThe turgid gurgling came, the sounds like leather straining, as another potent load of bull semen pushed its way from His balls, up His shaft, bulging her sex, strained the gate to her crucible, before quenching it in hot, churning, seed.\n\nLoretta broke beneath her orgasm, her toes curling, teeth grinding, quim squeezing, as she joined the poor dumb doe. Another pump, and she was finished, the heat too much, the fullness, the pressure, the perfection, snapping her will, and shattering her psyche. She couldn't care, because she'd fulfilled her old purpose, and now had something new to dedicate herself to.\n\nWhen the party moved on, it left behind two moaning, writhing lapines, cuddled against each other, driven apart by life, bound together by duty, as His seed cooled, and marked their wombs.\n\n***", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "At the edge of a twisted forest, the trees withered and stunted, the plains they adjoined dry and barren, a quiet crossroads had become host to an uncomfortable send off. One figure lay on the ground, while another knelt over, looking to be giving their last rights, as nineteen more hovered behind in macabre silence.

Grezetta slumped listlessly, whiskers as droopy as her ears, eyes unfocussed and heavy, peering over the barrel that had replaced her once trim torso. Her vest and jacket were missing, no longer able to fit, leaving her fur bare, breasts jutting nakedly, with visible veins and a liquid weight that hadn’t been there at the beginning of the venture.

An immaculately written sign, made from fresh split wood and the hound’s own torn clothes, hung about her neck; "Take me to a midwife."

 A small stack of coins perched on her belly, balanced precariously by the bull that had propped her there. He didn't look at her, just dusted Himself off, and started walking, knowing the others would follow.

"Is it really alright to leave her here like this?" Raileh whispered, the deer putting a hand on her own stuffed midriff, something many of the women of their company now shared from the repeated late night sessions they spent "Tending to His needs". "What if the cultists, or demons, find her, or...?"

Chuckling, the most swollen of their number stroked the grotesque bulge she sported, a bulk that doubled her torse in a straining girth that breached her robes and thinned her hair to sparsity.

"The Master's scent is strong on her, none would dare bring harm to what is His," the former cultist, the Lady Encarmine, said with absolute surety, even if none of the others trusted her. Ever since she'd come too, stuffed and mounted on The Barbarian's cock, the red-stained bat had been a picture of devotion, lending her knowledge, her power, and always her body, to whatever cause He undertook.

"The bitch looks ready to burst..." hissed Hela of the Sword Sisters, perhaps a note of jealousy in the lynx's voice, "greedy woman, fat on Man's milk."

"Oh not fat," the smiling bat crouched beside the half naked hound, a hand running fondly over the swollen curves, feeling the firmness of the cargo within, the heat, the force of life at work. "The Master's seed has taken root, so potent and rich to have done the in days what takes others months."

More eyes went to bellies, several gulped, others shivered, but more than one looked down at her future, and sighed in anticipation. None moaned louder, however, than the dog herself.

"Puppiessss~."

Giggling, Grezetta spawned a new puddle on the ground between her thighs, her brain consumed and cannibalised, needed to process the pleasure and satisfaction of her new role. Every ounce of tracker's wit, hunter's secrets or soldier's discipline, had been washed away by the virile ocean that had flooded her body each night, leaving nothing but what she was; a sex-addicted plaything for her Master.

"Calf's, dear," Encarmine corrected, hand slipping to rub the woman's soppy sex, "the Master's seed conquers all breeds, eventually...." Her crimson eye swept the others, lingering on every female there that was yet to spread their legs for The Barbarian's purposes.

Asta, guild logistician, shifted uncomfortably as those piercing rubies seemed to single her out among the rest.

"Then you'd best hope we reach somewhere safer before we have to leave you behind," the white mouse sniffed, "I doubt the enemy will deal kindly with a traitor."

If her words were intended to worry the former demon worshipper, she was disappointed, the chiropteran woman only grinned toothily as she brought the lust-brained hound to a new howling climax.

"I do not fear my time, little mouse,” she smirked, licking her fingers clean. “For He has used me well, and blessed me. There is nothing more I could ask from life, than to share this one's fate."

Inwardly, the logistician played out that exact scenario, her analytical mind gazing into a potential future. One where it was her, brainless, bred, lying on the floor of some tavern, or abandoned at the roadside, growing heavier by the day, as hooves kicked, and her belly strained, till eventually...

"Girls, come," The Barbarian called, already well down the road, and quickly His harem came to follow, leaving the giggling, happy hound, to marinate in her own arousal.

***

A field bleached as old bones glowed like dying embers beneath the horizon sinking sun. Shadows stretched, and a feeble breeze filled the air with the rattle of dried grass.

From her lead position as tracker and scout, Loretta stopped dead. The brown hare's long ears turning, her nose twitching, detecting something familiar, something tainted, something that made her teeth grit. She raised a fist to forestall the others, spear clenched firm.

"I can hear you, Rakel," the proud warrior woman said, spitting the name with uncontrollable contempt, "all the tricks in hell won't make you any less of a failure."

The grasses parted, a shimmer of air became reality, ash and brimstone flaking away from the figure that was now there, as Rakel the Half-blood, her own spear in paw, blocked their path. The piebald half-rabbit, her white ear flopped across a missing eye, the black erect, sneered back at her life-long rival, the loathing equally matched.

"Ah, so you decided to crawl out from your burrow to confront me," the lanky doe spoke, her weapon spinning, the wicked tip whistling in the wind, "though not alone. Does the last of the Longstrider clan need an escort to face their demons?"

"We did not come here to hunt you, murderess!" Loretta snarled, her own grip snapping into a martial pose, "But I won't pass this chance to avenge our family on your carcass!"

The two long eared ladies began to circle, the rustle of the grass, and the setting of the sun, painting them both in a tableau of killing intent. One the avenging daughter, the other the mistreated outcast.

Only for a third to decide it was not their stage, but His.

"Stop," the bull stomped, dried dirt cracking and reverberating as He stepped between the two, voice as firm and resonant as ever, as He stated with certainty "She, is mine."

He wasn't looking at the hare who, when she recognised what that expression meant, broke into an indignant bluster, fur puffed in denied hate. "W-what!? No! You can't do this to me! Do you have any idea what she's done to me!? What she did to my whole family? All the lives she's served to the devils on a platter!? You can't-"

The Barbarian turned, snorted, and leaned in close, his face carved from stone, but not wrathful, or concerned.

"You know what I will do to you," He spoke, finality in His tone, "You know I will stretch you. You know you will scream. You know you will break. You know you will want it." Every utterance, every pause sparked the image of the event in her mind, of finally giving in to the temptation, the opportunity, of becoming another Grezetta. But He wasn't done.

"You know, you want to see me do that, to her."

And she did, the moment He said it, she knew it was true. The earthy lapine in her imagination shifted to the smaller, one eyed doe, with her black spots now stained white, drenched and gasping, laying in the ditch with her cunt agape, her brain adrift, her last eye vacant. Even if she would enjoy it, Loretta could not imagine a better, more disgraceful end for her distant, treacherous kinswoman.

She looked away, ashamed, red cheeked, but not stopping Him, as the heat began to radiate, and His “Interest” grew.

"Aw, would you look at that. Proud Loretta, her father's favourite, tamed by a man," Rakel cackled, looking up at the bull more than twice her height, "well then, big man, draw your weapon and let's dance."

Shoving the hare back towards the others, He approached, naked arousal beginning to throb before Him, His size putting it at a level with the rabbit's eye. "This," He rumbled, "is my spear."

She looked at the long length of muscle, thick as her thighs, long as a man, which leered back, cyclops to cyclops. With her demon granted sight, the pit of her missing orb flickering with evil light, she saw the aura of menacing life within that rod, the tendrils of intent reaching for her, the desires it held for her. The half-breed’s monochrome face twisted from playful cruelty, to fury in a heartbeat, an unwell mind swiftly consumed by old grudges.

"Don't patronise me!" She screamed, and lunged with no further warning, the blackened tip of her polearm shooting forth as quick as a snake's bite, seeking to kill the one who saw her as nothing more than a notch on His belt. "I was better than all of them! I deserved their respect! I deserve to be recognised!"

Each thrust fired with killing intent, aimed for heart, eyes, and throat. But just as quick, He pivoted, swiped, and the shaft of His "Weapon" smacked and cracked against the rune crusted spear. She stabbed, He parried, leaning back and twisting hips to swing His manhood like a fencing sabre.

One, two, three, four, the blows thudded off one another. Her fury, His dispassion, her infernal blessings, His virile girth. Until the fifth exchange when, with a scream of frustration, Rakel sliced towards His iron hard rod, only for Him to bare His tip to meet it.

The cutting head slid between His urethral slit, and lodged! With a grunted clench, the bull's cock flicked, and tore the flimsy toy from her paws, disarming her to her disbelief. Before she could recover from her shock, He swung one last time, pirouetting on a hoof as if to kick, only to send the pendulous ballast of His sac flying out to strike her clean across the chin with a jaw-breaking ‘Thwack!’, knocking her flying and tumbling down the dirt track.

When the stars cleared from her eye, it was to the sight of her own spear, head slick and steaming, pin-wheeling into the sky to never be seen again. A powerful hand grabbed her by the ankle, and tugged. She could feel her leggings shred, and her belt snap, as The Barbarian casually dragged her towards the weapon that had felled her, her struggles futile and undignified.

"No, no no no NO!" She screeched, before a hoof came down on her head, crushing her cheek firmly into the dirt, stunned and silenced. The bull grabbed her other leg, angling her pelvis for His benefit, letting her look up the massive length that loomed down on her from above, dripping and winking. Then, He finally took a first thrust of His own. A metre of flared bovine meat stabbed down into her core, skewering her wide, deep, crushing a gasp from her lungs, of pain, and raw, burning, overwhelming stimulation. Fat wet rabbit lips tried their best to mimic His feat and arrest His advance, but were no match for the muscles behind His pile-driving penetration of her vitals.

"Haaa, ah, huu, uugh~." Panting, wheezing, tears of defeat and self-laothing streamed from the one-eyed woman. Unable to fight, unable to speak, her bitterness, resentment, and pride, were forced to flow, and drip, from her quivering snatch, which clenched and spasmed around His battering ram, broken before her will, even if that was soon to follow.

"What's that? Someone finally put you in your place, Rakel?" Cooed a voice from behind the mountain that was crushing the struggling doe. Loretta, smug, vindictive, leaned on a sculpted, burning flank, looking down upon her former clanswoman, her greatest enemy, her hated tormentor.

"Haah, no, this, isn't, isn't..." Rakel struggled, voice muffled, eye flickering, trying to focus, deny, as her walls, her womb, her ovaries, all were crushed into her diaphragm, her resistance splintered and ground into the dirt, just like her face. Pressed and brutalised by something far more hard, and powerful.

"But it is! It seems you found a man to tame you~," laughing, breathing it all in, Loretta watched as the thick log of a cock passed the halfway point, and squeezed a wheeze from the struggling corrupted woman’s lips. The bull chuffed, clearly pleased, widening His stance to see how much more she could take.

The hare inhaled, thighs rubbing together, so close she could taste the potent fluids misting in the air with each pummelling, seeing the two-toned labia puff and spread as they accepted the man’s designs for them. "It's fitting," she moaned, nibbling her bottom lip, "you ended our line, now you'll help reforge it! One stroke at a time~."

Good eye watering, Rakel looked up in horror to see the mighty testicles that had ended their duel twitch, and squeeze, about to finish their conquest. And worse, with each raking of her cervix, each time the flare punched a hole to her womb, her body answered as nature intended. Her rabbit genes took over, every micro-orgasm a trigger for a fresh ovulation, another egg releasing, another kitten or calf, being offered up as tribute, sacrifice, to the burning balls resting on her arse.

"No," she groaned, "don't let Him, please, please, Lorettahh~." She couldn't stop, couldn't control it, her body reacting, orgasming, submitting, as her mouth gave birth to moans and gasps of unrepentant pleasure.

"What, breed you?" Smirking, the hare crouched down, and rubbed the broken bunny's head, savouring the victory by proxy, "But I thought you wanted to be recognised, to be important, and what are rabbits best at?"

"N-no," Rakel whimpered, not wanting to say, knowing the answer, knowing her doom.

"Breeding," He grunted, pressing His hips a final time, His length bottoming out with a gout of slime, His tip stretching her womb into a tortured sock. The world froze, His shaft swelled, flare inflated, prying her open from within, just in time for the tide.

Loretta hung on the moment with bated breath, watching that fat wodge of genetics traverse the gulf from His sac to her rival’s womb. She swallowed seeing as her foe’s destiny was about to manifest. Only a sudden command brought her back to the moment. A call to action, “Girl, Balls,” which she hastened to obey, to be a part of the act, to be accessory to her half-siblings mating and destruction. The hare hurried to collapse to her knees, grabbing a heaving nut in her paws and squeezing with all her might to hurry her rivals insemination.

Rakel’s scream was drowned in the ensuing eruption, His seed blasting her apparatus, and rebounding, forming a bubble, then a sphere, as the sheer volume swelled her stomach, making her look weeks pregnant, then months, with the fluid's viscous mass. She went from trim muscle, to bloated wine-sack, in the time it took for her orgasmic death-rattle to crawl from her throat, and gurgle into the mud. Consciousness left her mind, and Rakel the Half-blood flopped limp as her one white ear.

"That shut you up," Loretta shivered on her knees, reciprocal pleasuring echoing in her loins as she watched the glowing coals of cum burn their way into Rakel’s eggs. She stood, trying not to lose herself to the images in her mind, "I guess, it's time we moved on. She won't trouble us again."

Two strong hands wrapped about her waist. "Not yet..."

Suddenly she was lifted off her feet, raised to His chest, while His cock shed the spent rabbit like a used prophylactic. Pinned with her back to His heated torso, caught in the updraught of His evaporating cum, the hare could feel her loins ignite, her tail twitch, as His well lubricated length positioned between her thighs.

"I said, what I would do to you."

Unconsciously, her legs parted, and the proud Huntress, survivor of the Longstrider clan, accepted her fate without complaint. Rakel had just been a preview, a promise of what she could expect, and despite herself, she knew, she did want it. Her trousers slipped to her ankles, her rump pivoted for His access, the plunge was smooth, and perfect. Lips split, and walls spread. She knew she'd made the right choice.

The first few pumps, and her head was gone, the same cloudless, brain-dazed look taking over, while she rode His pistoning hips. She'd been marinating in His aura throughout His brutal battle, the schadenfreude of Rakel's humbling just adding icing to the sweet need for sex she'd succumbed to. Every centimetre of Him stretched her, filled her, pushed her to her limit, and kept going. Over, and over, the hammer struck the anvil, while His great balls flexed, and smacked their weight beneath her, already pulsing, preparing to forge another life. Not Longstrider, but His. Really, she'd been foolish to think it'd be her line, when she clearly belonged, to Him.

“She took it deep.” He told her, pulling her down, the first metre already inside, already forcing folds to stretch and flatten, barriers to creak and open. “I expect you to do better.”

Gods, even having seen it be done she was not prepared. Voice gone, mind captured, she just watched the rising bulge that was coming up her body, catching sex organs as it came, pressing them higher, deeper, squeezing them to her lungs. It should be agony, it should have been deadly, instead it was rapturous. Air left her breast, ribs pushed apart, oxygen became short, her head began to fog. She would have screamed, but could only hiccup, when the ring pushed in. She was over half way down.

On and on, again and again, she rose, fell, gasped, flopped, taking that meaty pillar to her breaking point. Two thirds, that was the most she could take, and she felt as disappointed as He did, before He resigned himself to just rut her to completion.

The turgid gurgling came, the sounds like leather straining, as another potent load of bull semen pushed its way from His balls, up His shaft, bulging her sex, strained the gate to her crucible, before quenching it in hot, churning, seed.

Loretta broke beneath her orgasm, her toes curling, teeth grinding, quim squeezing, as she joined the poor dumb doe. Another pump, and she was finished, the heat too much, the fullness, the pressure, the perfection, snapping her will, and shattering her psyche. She couldn't care, because she'd fulfilled her old purpose, and now had something new to dedicate herself to.

When the party moved on, it left behind two moaning, writhing lapines, cuddled against each other, driven apart by life, bound together by duty, as His seed cooled, and marked their wombs.

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