Your black ears twitched, taking in the soft constant ticking of the clock which hung on the kitchen wall. Through the windows, the surrounding landscape had long ago faded from the oranges and blues of sunset to the purple twilight, becoming now the black of full night. Outside, the soughing winds set the mournful pines to bow, their limbs scraping at the panes, like the clawing of so many ghosts. You sat hunched over the sofa, your elbow on your knee. Clasped in your clammy fist was the remote, your thumb poised above the power button. Yet, despite the lowering of your eyelids, you could not muster the strength to finally press that pill of red plastic. You were riveted to your seat, the cushion practically melding to your furry rump as you stared in stupefaction at the silvery screen which cast its pale gleam over the living room. 

“We’re getting word now,” said a wolf dressed in a smart, grey suit. His finger was to his ear, while in his hand was a microphone. Behind the lupine was a collection of figures adorned in white hazmat suits. “Yes, I’m just receiving word that the object behind me is indeed from space.”

Your jaw practically hit the floor. Behind the wolf, the suited figures were just beginning to part, revealing a smoking boulder of some nondescript rock. The lump of stone was sunk halfway into a crater of upturned earth. Behind it was a deep trail gouged into the soil, the path of the hurtling meteor. The rock was pocked by so many holes, it was a wonder to anyone that it had not simply broken up in the atmosphere. 

“Yes, I’m being told now that the agency has not seen a meteor like this before,” said the wolf. “Stay tuned for further developments.”

The screen faded to black as the feed was cut, for an instant leaving you in total darkness before suddenly flaring into the bright, cheerful tones of a shampoo commercial. Carefully, you placed the remote down and shoved yourself from the sofa. Slowly, your snout turned down to the flat expanse of your white white belly, tracing the path along your slim, orange legs, terminating at your black feet. Your only clothing was a loose purple robe, which you had left fluttering open, allowing your furry sheath to stick out freely. Just below your manhood dangled two plump spheres of vulpine delight. Your bushy swished beneath your robe as you brought up a black hand to stifle the yawn which was boiling up from your throat. How late was it, you wondered? You had been enraptured by that news footage for so long that you had lost track of time. Sitting on the low wooden coffee table was your phone, the rectangle of plastic and glass glimmering softly with the reflected glow of the television. You stooped down, scooping up the phone and thumbed the screen. 

“It’s after midnight,” you said to yourself. “I should be getting to bed, but I’m just not ready yet.”

You placed the phone back down on the coffee table and stumbled towards the kitchen. The coolness of the tile seeped into your padded feet as you took a chilly step into the room. Not far from the doorway, the refrigerator hummed like a slumbering behemoth. Across from you was the counter, the basin of the sink positioned just below the blackened window. Your ears swiveled, catching the faint drip of the faucet. You should really get that fixed, you thought to yourself. You would often have such thoughts, but rarely would you ever do anything about it. Always something to do next weekend, you reasoned, as you made your way towards the steel faced leviathan. 

The fridge groaned in reply as you took hold of the handle. The shadowy gloom was chased away as the kitchen was bathed in the harsh, white light of the refrigerator. Your hand braced on the open door, you bent over, your mouth turned down in a frown as you scanned the contents with more than a little disdain. Nestled beside the milk was the remains of dinner, picked over like a fresh carcass. You pushed the dish aside, your yellow eyes searching for something to nibble. 

“A jar of pickles,” you muttered. You grasped the jar, giving the sloshing contents a shake. “What am I? Pregnant?” Your upper lip turned in a smirk as you set the jar aside. “No thank you.”

If only you had known, but then, how could you have sensed the danger which crept along the side of your house. Your thoughts were turned towards the open fridge, your nimble fox claws dancing across the wire shelves as you failed to find something suitable. With a huff, you closed the door, a scowl twisting your features. Your slender arms crossed over your chest, you then shot a glance at the cupboard above the counter. 

“I think I still have some chips left,” you said and turned towards the counter. 

From the living room, the voice of the wolf had resumed. “We’re learning now that the meteor was broken open by the impact. The scientists on scene are telling me that, yes, the rock appears to be hollow. We’re not sure at this time what to make of it, but rest assured we will be the first to let you know of any developments.”

You opened the cupboard, your ears lowering as you listened to the broadcast. 

“That’s strange,” you said. “I wonder what they meant that the meteor was hollow?”

From the depths of the cupboard you spied what you were looking for. The foil crinkled in your black hand as you pulled the greasy bag from the shelf and opened it, the scents of salt and the tang of barbecue tickling your snout as you placed the first sliver into your mouth. The crunch seemed to fill the kitchen as you bit down, chewing slowly. You reached for another, popping it into your maw, when there came a sudden sound from outside. Your hand halfway into the bag, you stopped, your ears swiveling. Could it have just been the wind, you wondered? Your teeth came together slowly with a muffled crunch, the potato chip splintering upon your tongue as you swallowed the jagged pieces in a single, forceful gulp. It was just your nerves, you thought to yourself. You have been watching that news report all night and now you are jumpy. You placed the bag down on the counter, both palms spreading over the cool laminate. 

A crash echoed from outside, making your heart leap into your throat. That was not the wind, you realize. Your pulse hammered in your ears, yet you were resolved to see just what it was which had made that awful din. Carefully, you crept towards the kitchen door. Your hand turned the knob, the door swinging open as you took a step onto the concrete slab which served as your porch. A single bulb flickered above your head, its sickly yellow light casting a halo around the porch like that of a broken egg yolk. The wind picked up, blowing your robe around your furry legs and you clasped the purple folds together, shivering as you turned towards where that sound had come from. Along the blue siding was a pair of bent up metal trash cans. You watched, listening as there came a faint scratching from one of the metal cans. A shadow moved, wriggling from the gloom and your heart turned to water. 

“W-Who’s there?” you called in a voice that was little more than a squeak. 

Honestly, you thought, was this a horror movie? Why were you outside in the first place? Yet, here you were, standing numbly as the thing crawled forth from shuddering darkness. Your jaw fell and a gasp escaped from your lips as the creature stepped into the wobbling yellow light. It stood on all fours, its feet like talons. The sharp, curving claws dug into the grass as it regarded you with eyes the color of emerald. Lucient orbs that peered into your very soul, drinking away your will as you fell hopelessly into their verdant depths. You stood numbly, watching as the creature came closer. Its fur was short and greasy, growing in patches of smoky grey on a scaly hide of dark green. A ridge of spines ran down its back, all the way to a slender, whipping tail. Its wide, long ears were pointed, swiveling now as it tilted its head with a curious gesture. 

You shook your head, chasing away the strange haze which filled your brain and turned back to the strange beast in your yard. It stood no taller than your knee, though you believed that if it were on its hind legs it may reach up to chest height. It was still approaching, the stench from its hideous body was overwhelming. Like the scent of something dead or worse, you thought as you repressed the desire to gag. Quickly, you searched for something, anything, which you could use to shoo the awful creature away. Whatever it was, you wanted nothing to do with it. If only you had simply gone back inside. 

“Get out of here,” you shouted, waving a hand at the beast. “Go away.”

The creature stopped, chirping as if in reply. It apparently did not understand you. You placed a hand on the door jamb and took a cautious step backward. The creature had resumed its approach, its claws clicking on the concrete as it mounted the porch. You wondered then if it was male or female. Just what was it?

“Go away,” you shouted once more. “You heard me.”

It heard you, but it did not seem to much care. Instead, the creature lowered itself, its green eyes flickering with a vile light. Your heart pounded and you stumbled quickly into the kitchen. You grasped the door, preparing to slam it closed when the little monster attacked. With a mighty leap the creature had pounced, flying across the porch in a terrific dive which saw it slamming into your chest. The wind was blasted from your lungs as you toppled, crashing to the kitchen floor with the strange, revolting creature now perched on top of you. Fear rocketed up your spine, igniting your brain as you gazed fully into those green orbs. The muzzle of the beast hovered inches from your own, its breath reeking as it panted softly. For an agonizing minute, you could hear nothing, save the beating of your own heart and the rasping hum of the thing which had skulked from the night. Slowly, you dared to raise a hand, reaching towards the hideous body of the malformed beast. If you were quick, you prayed, then perhaps you could knock off of you and run. You could race through the open door and into the yard, perhaps find somewhere to hide from the creature. 

Your white belly heaved, making the beast undulate, wobbling above you. Its claws sank into your flesh, pricking at your tender skin as it lowered its head. Its snuffling breath billowed against your neck, the sensation strangely pleasant. 

“Oh,” you found yourself sighing.

Your hand was falling to the cool tile as the beast’s warm, red tongue slithered from its jaws. Rough, like sandpaper, it began to caress your throat, lapping at your fur, sliding down the curve of your neck with an oddly sensual pace that found you arching your back. The questing tongue came to the chalice of your collarbone, there to fill that precious cup with its alien love. The beast’s body vibrated, purring as it let its passion overflow to run down your flat, white chest. You could not bring yourself to push it away, instead, you offered your chest to the creature. The creature’s mouth slipped down your pectoral, sniffing in your albin fur for that erect bud which thrust itself from that white pelt. Your nipples, much your surprise, were both aching, rising up as hard nubs of pink flesh, begging to be plucked and twisted like ripened cherries. The creature’s wandering tongue found your areola, licking slowly, circling that bumpy flesh better than any vixen ever could. Ripples of ecstasy tingled up your spine as you gave a low, satisfied moan. 

Despite the horror, the terrific stench of the beast, you could not bear to shove it from you. You laid your head back, your eyes half closed as the creature’s tongue flicked at your nipple. Your mouth parted, a contented sigh escaping from your lips as the thing then plummeted down your belly. It’s rough, red tongue slid through your fur, the wet rasp of parting hair filling your ears. The tingling of its warm saliva played on your flesh, raising goose bumps as you shuddered in a barely contained delight. From the folds of your sheath came the first glint of crimson, your cocks starting to rise, slipping from its furry confines to swell majestically as you could not hold back the bubbling jubilation in your stomach. The creature’s lolling tongue circled your navel, its eyes watching you, as if expecting your approval. It was attracted to your belly, you realized, in particular the area just below your navel. The creature purred, lapping at your fur, making damp the expanse of white just above the fragrant tangle of your pubic fur. You should have bothered to cinch your robe, but then, you should not have opened your door. 

Alas, that the beast then came to nuzzle its snout into that pungent jungle. It took a deep breath, drinking in the scents of your sweat and the spice of your natural musk. The creature’s body trembled, the spines, you quickly noticed, were rising on its back, growing upright as it imbibed your sweet aroma. You sat up, propping yourself on your elbows, transfixed as the creature’s nose met your throbbing cock. Crimson flesh stood tall, shiny in the dim light which flowed from the flickering television. Dark blue veins pulsed along that scarlet shaft like old ivy, clinging to that shivering tower which was crowned by a glistening bead of bitter precum. At the base of your manhood a thick knot swelled above your fattened balls. You found yourself gulping, mesmerized as the creature’s snout rose up that glimmering rod, coming to sniff at your weeping tip. Your belly churned as the horror dawned on you, the beast had brought you to arousal. Your head was swimming, a warmth suffusing your flesh from where that nimble tongue had tread. You wanted more, craved that slithering member. The creature turned to you, green eyes like ghostly flame within that skull and then it began to lap at your tip. Slowly, it caressed the red flesh, sliding down your trembling cock, tracing the fat veins which pumped the hot blood into your throbbing manhood. You groaned then, unable to move as waves of giddy elation washed over you. Somehow, this creature knew just how to stir your desires. 

You could not summon the strength to push it away from you, to get up and run. You fell back onto the floor, seeking the coolness of the tile as the little beast plunged down to the base of your shaft. There, it nibbled the muscular bulge of your cock, suckling at your hot, red flesh. Up, it rose, lapping, slurping the glimmering precum which pumped down your veined rod. Its tongue swirled around your member, climbing to the summit of that shivering pole, stabbing at the gaping urethra so that you howled in dizzying glee to the ceiling. You were overtaken, hypnotized by this wondrous creature, this magical beast which had emerged from the ether to bless you this glorious night. 

The acrid tang of ammonia and the fetid stench of decay were growing thick in the air, making your nose wrinkle, but you paid no heed to such smells. Not when that little beast was closing its mouth around your shaft. Your eyes grew wide as you peered down the slope of your panting belly, watching as the creature then plunged down your cock, taking you deep. Its throat hugged at your member, as if made only for you. Slowly, it slid down until its nose was buried into your pubic fur, then it rose. Its jaws closed hard, pointed teeth nibbling at your tender skin so that you could not help but to shudder in rapturous elation. Faster, the beast fell, rising, never stopping as it sought to drive you into screaming ecstasy. 

Your balls churned, ready to burst, fat with fresh seed. The creature’s claws swept from your orange thighs to cup those bloated orbs, squeezing them carefully so as not to tear the thin skin of your scrotum. Your cock trembled, ready to pump and you winced, striving not to release. What were you to do that with an animal? Were you a monster? Despite the sheer jubilation, you could not bring yourself to reach that final climax. The creature stopped then, watching you. It opened its jaws, sliding away from your wet, shiny cock. It clambered between your legs, licking the bitter dew from its muzzle. Then, it sat up. Your eyes grew wide, for now you knew. The creature was most assuredly male. From between its hind legs there emerged from a slit in its belly a rod of gleaming flesh. Crooked and studded with protrusions of bone, it squirmed like a thing alive, probing the cool night air as the creature then lowered its forepaws onto your thighs. It crawled over your belly, its tongue swirling just below your navel, making you swoon with giddy pleasure. But horror was proving to be more powerful as that dripping rod came to nestle against your perineum, you at last found the will to shove the monster back.

“Get off of me,” you screeched, sending the beast toppling. 

The creature bounded to its feet with an enraged hiss. Its slender tail snapped like a bullwhip behind it, its gleaming eyes growing bright emerald as if in warning. Its claws clicked on the tile as it came between you and the kitchen door. There was no hope of evading the monster. Your egress blocked, you stumbled to your feet and fled in the only direction left available to you. Into the living room you flew, your head craned over your shoulder, watching in horror as the creature pursued. The clacking of its claws on the floor was the dreadful knell that sounded your doom. Your only hope lay in reaching your phone. The police could take care of this thing. You could call for help from the safety of your bedroom, the door locked as the monster paced the hall. Instead, you let out a pained cry as hot agony lanced up your shin. You had been so focused on the creature that you neglected the coffee table. The table overturned, tossing your phone to the carpet as you crashed to the floor with a heavy thud. The wind burst from your lungs, you groaned, momentarily stunned. A moment was all that was needed. 

Your robe fluttered up around your shoulders, leaving your back and orange rump exposed. The round, soft cheeks were like two ripe pumpkins, drawing the hungry beast to your plump ass. The creature hurled itself on you, burying its claws into your shoulder blades. With a yelp, you bucked, seeking to fling the monster off you, but the creature then grasped your hips with its hind legs, claws digging painfully into your flesh. You turned and weaved, but you could not rip the monster from you. The creature hissed in your ear, its lips peeling back to reveal the jagged, yellow fangs which dripped with a dark, inky saliva. The stench of rot was on its breath as it then dropped its head to your shoulder. Pain erupted as those pricking fangs sank into your flesh, piercing your skin. The iron tang of blood mingled in the air as you let out a shrill scream. The creature lifted its head in triumph as you slumped to the floor. A thin trickle of crimson seeped into your fur where the creature had bitten you, but that was nothing compared to the way your head suddenly felt stuffed with cotton. Your tongue seemed bloated, swollen two sizes too big so that your muffled cries were little more than faint whimpers as you struggled to lift your head from the carpet. Your limbs had grown heavy, like they were made of lead. Your flesh prickled, tingling all over, yet you could still feel everything. Your heart hammered. Were you poisoned? Was that creature somehow venomous? 

The beast settled onto your back, its hind legs setting themselves onto your rump. Carefully, it began to spread your cheeks. The cool air kissed your button, raising gooseflesh along your body, but you could not muster the will to even scream. You could only whimper softly, tears trickling down your cheeks as you felt the grotesque member nudge at your puckering bloom. The reeking scent of the creature’s foul breath billowed hot and wet on your neck, the odor making you swoon as the thing clung to you, pressing you into the carpet as your numbed limbs fought to move. If only you could just reach for your phone. 

Your fingers twitched and you began to inch your arm towards that black rectangle of glass and plastic. That horrid phallus prodded at your tight ring, pressing more firmly now, demanding to enter. Your slackened muscles could not hope to stave off such an oppressive force and the velvet tip pushed into you, spreading your sphincter as the beast bucked its awful hips. Pain erupted in your belly, your rectum filling with the hot, throbbing flesh of your alien lover. The creature chirped softly, plunging deep to crash into your prostate. Your fingers gripped the carpet, the knuckles white beneath your fur. Through the dizzying miasma of the monster’s venom you could feel everything. The bony protrusions which lined its cock slid against the smooth walls of your flesh, caressing your shuddering rectum so that your body responded, closing around it that horrid member as the creature pulled back. 

“O-Oh,” you heard yourself moaning. Your cheeks bloomed scarlet, growing hot as your hips rose slightly. A wave of revulsion churned nauseously in your stomach. You were enjoying it. “U-Uh…”

Slowly, the beast pulled back, sliding its knobby rod against you. Its cock wriggled, like a prehensile tendril, lifting up, dropping back down, sliding effortlessly down into that wet, alien world to rub so deliciously at your weakening gland. Your belly lurched, expanding as the beast pushed deeper, crashing into your very core to stir the desires which were kept so deep within you. You moaned pitifully, your whorish cries rising into a song of utter elation as the beast circled, sliding back, now thrusting once more. Your manhood wept, spurting its shimmering precum to mat the fur of your belly as it spread into the carpet beneath you. The creature continued to buck its hips, its cock plunging, wriggling inside you to stir your passions into a boiling frenzy. With some effort you had managed to raise your damp head, a song on your lips as you struggled a keening wail to the frosty heavens above. 

“We’re getting reports in now,” said the wolf on the television. “There appear to be what can only be described as footprints leading away from the meteor site.”

You began to shift your hips, pushing back against the beast as it continued to pump and writhe, stirring your very essence into a frenzy as you longed for the creature to press deeper. 

“O-Oh, yes,” you moaned. “Oh… O-Oh…”

Faster, the beast moved, thrusting, pulling back, never stopping as it drew itself into a panting fury above you. Its claws sank hard into your flesh, pain and exquisite jubilation vying in your brain as you wept in blissful agony. You craved it, the warmth, the slithering glee which penetrated your expanding belly. The creature gave a thin mewl, the first hot spurts of its alien seed beginning to burst from its tip. You felt the hot splatter against your prostate, the sheer thrill being replaced by the sudden terror of what was to come. The creature plunged, slamming into your prostate, locking its hips against the wobbling globes of your rump. Your heart pounded, knowing what was to come, yet unable to move as hot, bubbling seed poured forth. The beast’s lips pulled back, its teeth revealed in a yellow grimace as it made a hissing cry, its body tensing as another ropy strand was pumped into your growing belly. Your stomach was becoming warm, swelling with fresh expansion as the creature’s semen filled you. Your sides were bloating, becoming like a vixen entering her second trimester. A wave of nausea overcame you and you sought to bring your numb hand to your mouth, fighting off the urge to retch. 

The creature bucked, pumping once more into your overfilled anus, its noxious seed spurting from your battered flower to run down your inner thigh in a reeking string that stank worse than the creature it came from. The beast then shuddered, plucking its softening member from your battered ring, stepping around your aching body to lick the salty tang from your damp cheeks. Groaning, you managed to roll onto your back, your broken anus leaking the foul essence of the creature between your quivering thighs. You dared to turn your gaze down, your yellow eyes widening in sheer horror at the sight of that albin sphere which rose from your middle. Your belly was a swollen globe, fattened with the fresh seed of the beast that licked at your face. Your fingers tingled along your white fur as you cautiously ran your hands along the slope of your swollen belly. Your stomach lurched then, expanding beneath your touch as you realized that you were in fact growing. Higher, rose that mound, bloating to the size of one six months pregnant and still growing. Your chest too, had become fatter, your pectorals swelling into milky breasts. The pink nipples thrust up from areolas the size of your fist, glimmers of fresh milk shimmering on each rosy stem to run down your skin in white threads which soaked into your fur. 

“No,” you stammered. “No, this can’t be happening.”

Your belly gurgled, rising before your eyes. Your flesh boiled, bubbling with the pattering of many clawed feet which raked the inside of your new womb. Pain lanced through you as your legs began to spread. You navel crowned that white hump, a mountain in miniature which wobbled against the fury of your unborn. The creature lowered its head, its tongue running gently, almost lovingly along your swollen belly, licking at the bumps which wriggled beneath your flesh. It began to turn, thrusting its rump towards your face and you discovered that a hunger gnawed at your stomach. You craved nourishment, to feed the lives which were rapidly growing within your expanding middle. You turned a weary eye to the creature, seeing its erect shaft quivering just above your lips. Your tongue wiggled from between your jaws, licking your dry lips as you tilted your head back. Tears streaked your orange cheeks, a wave of revulsion washing over you as you sought to wrap your mouth around that horrid member. 

Your fingers digging into the carpet, the creature slid its cock into your mouth, your lips closing hard around the bony flesh. Slowly, the beast pushed, plunging down your throat, its bony cock rubbing against your flesh as you suckled greedily. The questing tip curled within you, caressing your throat as it slid back. Your tongue slithered along the bumpy rod, stirring the trickling flood to become a pumping torrent of thick, sour ooze which flowed down your gullet. The taste was revolting, but you could not bear to lose a single drop as you gulped with relish. You needed it, you wanted it. Your hands flew your expanding belly, grown now to one carrying twins, your fingers spreading over your churning brood. Their clawing feet grew slower, softer as if the gulping of your lover’s semen had brought them some form of succor. Tears rolled from your eyes, your strength ebbing as you closed your lips harder around the creature’s cock. You could do nothing more than to guzzle its potent slime, letting it slide down your throat to pool into your bloated belly. 

Not far from you, your phone lay quiet. If only you could just reach it. You looked at the plastic case, then turned your attention to the underside of the beast which straddled you. Your head fell back, semen spurting from your lips as your overfilled stomach at last refused another drop. Coughing, you retched up a stream of seed, finding the monster's fluid to be bright green. Like its eyes, you thought, wholly alien to anything you had ever known. The creature slid its softening member free, a string of semen still clinging from its tip to your lips. Forever linking you. The television flickered, the wolf appearing once more. 

“And I am being told that if you should see any strange animals, anything usual, do not open your doors. I repeat, do not open your doors. Stay inside and call the authorities immediately.”

The pain in your swelling middle was agony. Your fur damp with sweat, you reached for your phone. Your clawed fingers groped at the plastic edge, but it remained just out of reach. Suddenly, your belly gave a lurch, ripples of torment making you arch your back with a shrill cry of dismay. Your belly was still growing, expanding to the limits of your flesh. Claws pushed downward, seeking their way out, searching for the opening which would bring them into the world. Your legs began to spread, your toes curling as you hammered the floor with your stamping heels. The creature knelt between your thighs, its muzzle at your spreading rump. 

“No, please,” you whimpered as that tongue licked at your burgeoning anus. “S-Stop!”

The creature ignored your pleas, circling your puckered ring, drawing your blossom to unfurl its wet petals. It was coaxing you to open, to nudge you into labor. The lives within you crawled inside your bloated womb, snuffling for the quivering exit. Their claws were raking at your anus now, sliding through your trembling rectum. Tiny teeth gnawed at your tender flesh, tearing at the confines of your bloated womb, seeking to rip free. Blood and fluid gushed from your ass as the first wet body was just beginning to emerge. You threw your head back and screamed, your throat raw with the terror which overwhelmed you. Your belly continued to expand, swelling as the monsters you bore continued to grow. 

“No,” you wailed as your flesh stretched to its limit. Your hands were on your bubbling stomach, feeling the hairs parting, giving way to the pink flesh which bloomed scarlet as blood vessels broke. “No, please. I-I can’t take this.”

Saliva drooled down your chin as you struggled to push. Every muscle straining, you screamed into the cold depths of the night sky, your vision swimming as pain erupted in your gut. Your ass expanded, giving way to the first squirming beast, but the others yet remained, growing within you. You had to push. Every muscle straining, you dug your fingers into the carpet. Knuckles white, you grunted, clenching your fangs as you fought to squeeze the first screeching infant from your body. Tears streamed down your damp cheeks and pain erupted in your belly. Your lungs heaved like a bellows, your throaty gasps rattling in your chest. You could not breathe as red spots began to flash in the corners of your eyes. Fluttering claws pressed against your stomach, forcing the hot bile up your throat. You turned your head, vomiting up the bubbling seed of your alien lover, the acrid stench wrinkling your nose as mucus glimmered from your nostrils. 

Pain wracked your vulpine frame, sending you in convulsions of agony. Your belly had become a vast, white orb growing before you, blocking out everything around you as you sought to give birth to the horrors within you. Your cock throbbed, driven erect by the exertions, spurting a thick rope of semen to splatter the carpet as you let out a scream of torment. Your bones creaked, your pelvis suddenly snapping, cracking as your brood clawed at your womb. You could not push hard enough. They were too big, too many. The first had managed to find your rectum, but was now caught within you. It clawed frantically at your soft flesh, blood flowing from your torn body as it fought to squirm free. 

“A-Ah!” you shrieked as your flesh started to give way. 

With claws and teeth, your brood would find their own way out. Your stomach ripped open, in a spray of crimson. Blood splashed the walls, soaking into the carpet, your fur as you shrieked your final breath. Your skin peeled like the rind of a fruit as the bloody mass that was your brood squirmed and fought amongst the entrails of their parent. The creature watched, eyes placid as the red offspring tore themselves from your steaming innards. Tiny teeth clacked in the gloom, the living room filling with the wet crunch of soft meat as your offspring began their vile feast. You, however, saw nothing, your eyes rolling back into your head as scarlet ruin descended over you. 

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“A-Ah,” you cried out, opening your eyes. 

You were on your sofa, your fur soaked with a cold sweat. Your purple robe hung loose around your shoulders as you sat up, rubbing your eyes with both hands. On the television, the credits rolled over a black background, tinny sci-fi music whining from the speakers as you scooped up the remote. 

“No more of that,” you muttered with a shake of your head. You thumbed the power button on the remote. Instantly, the screen went black. “That is the last time I fall asleep in front of these late night movies.”

You set the remote onto the coffee table and shoved your bulk from the sofa. Placing your hand into your lower back, you then gave a bone cracking stretch and turned towards the kitchen. 

“A little something and then it’s off to be,” you said. 

The kitchen was just as you remembered it, complete with the humming fridge which opened its door to let forth a white light to sparkle on the tile. 


“Oh, pickles,” you exclaimed. “Just what I wanted.”

You unscrewed the glass jar and took out a dripping spear. The sour crunch melted on your tongue with a satisfying snap of your white fangs. 

“Mmm, so good,” you giggled. A faint fluttering agreed with you. “Oh, you like it too?” 

You looked down at the expanse of white fur which jutted from your middle. You unborn squirmed within your womb, kicking at your belly as you took another pickle from the jar. 

“That’s it,” you said to your swollen middle. “No more for tonight.”

You wiped your hands on your robe and placed the jar back into the refrigerator. Your offspring tumbled inside you, protesting as you closed the door. 

“Now,” you scolded, placing your hand on your belly. “You’re as bad as the ones in my dream.” Recalling the nightmare you had awoken from, your ears parted. “Ugh, that was not a pleasant dream, to say the least.” You ran your fingers through the damp fur of your scalp. “I’ve got to stop watching those movies so late. At least while I’m still pregnant.”

Sighing, you waddled into the living room, making your way to the flight of stairs which led up to your bedroom. Placing a hand on the banister, one black foot on the first step, you paused. Was that a sound outside? No, it was just your imagination playing tricks on you, you thought. Either way, if it was out there, you decided that it could stay there. 

“Not this time,” you said with a chuckle. You mounted the stairs, heading up to your room. “Not this time.” Your hand fell to your swollen belly where your unborn now slumbered peacefully. “Yessir, one is quite enough.”