FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Deep in mountain ranges, where forests hid the ground but not the road, where villages paid in tithe or work, where the church sent only those priests that knew to keep their mouths shut, and the king’s taxman knew to take the lords of this place at their word sat a castle.

It was situated in a pass that, once upon a time, blocked invasions from the north. The North having long ago joined with the South, its military purpose fled but the resources spent to make it habitable remained. Since then, the communities in it have remained stable while herds and textiles drove some trade from the wider kingdom here.

By Noble standards, it was better than nothing.

Which is why all of it was given to one of the premier Hunting families, the Avernis.

Sigurd’s parents still lived and were well taken care of, though they preferred to live in a cozy mansion lower down in the plains. She had uncles and aunts that had intermarried into some other Hunter families, though the need to mingle with the “normal” sort of nobility had made it so that her surviving siblings had been wed away as well.

It made the castle feel lonely.

The castle was also cold. The castle was also threatening. The Castle was mysterious, bold and foreboding.

But the Castle was home.

Being THE Avernis Lady, Sigurd had to reside here to make good on her filial, dynastic and Hunting responsibilities. This was where the family labs were, making their secret draughts and killing implements. This was where their workshops were, designing and manufacturing devices and artifice to better kill those the family were sworn to kill.

Moreover, it was where, deep inside of it, the dungeons lay.

Made of black stone, garnished with steel and bronze, many sets of rooms, tiny and large, had been dug out of the mountain. Rock muffled the many screams that had come out of this place and the earth had drank up the blood. Both when it had been a military fortress-

Sigurd breathed in the pleasant herbs that the torches on the walls of her home’s basement burnt up.

-and now whenever the Lady Avernis chooses to have someone in it.

The passages that led here were wide and tall. A bother to build, if her family anals were right, but some beings could not have been transported here had the tunnels only been human-sized.

It was luck, pure and simple, because she would not have been able to travel down here otherwise: At 9 months of pregnancy, Sigurd’s stomach was bloated to almost her own size. Nevermind that human women simply did not survive werewolf pregnancies, Sigurd was even carrying twins.

The fecundity between humans and werewolves, hunter and prey, had always seemed like a bad joke to her ancestors. Not only did a woman have to survive what as almost a horrible rape, she had to last through one of the harshest pregnancies to give birth to blasphemous fetuses that were bigger than normal babes.

But then, such were the kirks of creatures of the fae.

Getting pregnant like this was, of course, impossible to hide and so Sigurd had to burn a few bridges important to her to have the legacy she desired. Her parents, of course, knew what this all was but they worried for her.

Worried!

When all she was doing was ensuring the future of their family!

Still, she could not lie.

As she got to the largest and best-furnished cell that her dungeon had, she had to admit that she was mainly doing this for herself.

The smell of dried semen, vaginal excretions and just plain old sex pervaded the air here. The smell of coppery blood joined it too, as did some light scents from poultices. Sigurd had her servants clean the place, and its delicious inhabitant, as often as she could of course. But there was only so much one could do when her favorite sort of bonding was something that she did every day.

Some days, with no further purpose then to indulge herself of course. But today? Today she had a reason.

An excuse.

Cruelty without purpose was fine, but cruelty with purpose? It was divine.

“Sweetie?” she asked as she unlocked the door of the cell, “How are you doing?”

A weak growl was her only response.

“Oh, I am glad, love!” Sigurd threw the door open and breathed in deep of the musk she had helped generate throughout the months, “But you see, me?”

“I am not.”

Her conversation partner shrunk in on herself as a more acute whine escaped from her lips.

Already, that fear, that fragility was making the pregnant woman’s netherlips thirst.

“You did this to me,” she walked to her target, the heels of her shoes clacking on the stone floor, “Look at me girl-you did THIS to me!”

The immense figure in Sigurd’s dungeon had her head turned away, giving Sigurd the wonderful opportunity to grab her caged snout and force it to look at what she was pointing.

Her monstrously bloated pregnant stomach.

“Your fat doggy cock ruined my figure, love,” Sigurd accused as she ran her fingers through the fur of her lover's head, “It forced me to carry your furry progeny to term, do you understand that?”

Never mind that Sigurd wanted that to happen, never mind that it was Sigurd who had MADE it happen, in the sanctity Sigurd’s home her word was law.

And she said that it was this bitch’s fault!

Said bitch could only attempt to talk, to growl or grunt out incomplete words out of her muzzled mouth, but Sigurd knew her well enough to know what they would have been: Excuses, excuses, excuses.

But then, Sigurd took responsibility for having turned her into this.

Oh, she was still 9 feet tall. Her delicious tits were still about 10 pounds each and her hips and ass flared out. Her furry doggy cock and huge testicles still swung like ballasts between her crotch, playing the role of toys whenever it pleased Sigurd. And, fair is fair, it pleased her a lot.

The female werewolf was still fairly healthy as Sigurd had absolutely no intention of ever letting her die. So what made her pathetic?

The slumped back. The fearful gaze. The lovely whines and, ah, how could she forget?

The chains.

A wood and steel upright pedestal in the shape of an “X” was mounted on a frame in the middle of the room. From this pedestal chains of steel lined with thin strips of silver went through manacles attached to furry futa’s hand and feet. A nuzzle to secure the mouth of dogs had been modified to go over Sigurd’s own bitch, and this too had chains connected to it.

A simple harness that went over and under the futa werewolf’s shoulders and stomach also supplied one more point to attach chains. The whole thing allowed Sigurd to keep her sorry woman in whichever position she pleased.

A wooden tablet, lovingly written in Sigurd’s own hand, hung from the far side of the wall. One that declared the name of this delicious furry trash:

Thirteen.

It was the name she had personally given to her werewolf girl and, so, was obviously the best name she could possibly have.

But she wasn’t here to admire her futa slave-wife, she was here to punish her.

“Do you have any idea how much my back hurts?” Sigurd asked sweetly, “Our children almost outweigh me; do you have any idea how uncomfortable that is?”

Thirteen looked at her ready to give her an answer, any answer, that would stop Sigurd from proceeding.

But, of course, there was no such answer.

“Werewolf pregnancies like these always kill peasant women,” Sigurd walked around Thirteen, the werewolf leaning away from whenever she might be, “Luckily, we Averni are not peasants.”

Then Sigurd snapped her fingers.

“I just remembered: I told you to kill me through a pregnancy if that’s what your aim, did I not?,” Sigurd said as if she had just figured the whole thing out.

Thirteen’s eyes filled with panic.

“Is that what this is?” Sigurd’s smile went wide as she traced the tail and ass of her delicious wolf girl, “Revenge?”

Chains clinked as Thirteen furiously shook her head, muffled responses trying to come out of her muzzle.

“See, I want to believe you, I really do,” Sigurd told her as she passed through a rack of torture implements. Iron pokers that could be heated via a tiny chimney that went this far down in the dungeon. Whips with bits of bone and wood attached to their ends. Even wooden paddles, some with studs attached to them.

Oh, they had gone through so much over the last few months, and Thirteen’s body showed none of it; the wonderful regeneration of her kind made it so that it was nearly impossible for anything to really take.

But the mental scars, well….

“But I don’t think I can!” the pregnant blonde dispaired.

Thirteen begged once again.

“Hush my dear, I am a woman filled with mercy. So it is I have a way you can make it up to me,” Sigurd, who was near her triangular ear, whispered. She was almost done making a circuit around her slave-wife, coming around to face her again, “It’s simple, really.”

“Make some milk for me.”

The huge chest melons that Thirteen had did not show it, but they had been through a lot. Second only to her genitals, they were some of Sigurd’s favorite toys. However, as the werewolf was not pregnant, this lactation was one of the things they could not do.

Sigurd still grabbed one of her heavy breasts and brought it over to her face.

She breathed in the milky scent mixed with skin oils coming out of the breasts and sighed happily as she sucked one of the wide chewy nipples into her mouth.

Thirteen, despite her circumstances, could not avoid the shutter of enjoyment that went through her despite knowing what awaited her.

Sigurd’s lips sealed around the rubbery nub and pressed it flat as she sucked at it. Despite the milky scent, no milk came.

Her fingers grabbed the breast tightly, sinking into the tit flesh as she massaged at the human mammary on the doggy girl. Despite stimulating the milk-making organs in it, still no milk came.

Sigurd passionately thrusted her tongue into the nipple in her mouth, trying to penetrate it to seek out the milk inside of her futa wolf girl. Trying to eek out the creamy price that she sought in whatever way she could.

But milk STILL didn’t come.

“Oooh,” Thirteen moaned as Sigurd indulated the inches of a breast that was bigger than her head towards her mouth, trying to squeeze in whatever she could. Of course, she knew it was to no avail, but what good were these games if she didn’t at least act them out?

The pregnant blonde popped the nipple out of her mouth, “No milk pet.”

“Try a bit harder, will you?”

Then she sucked the nipple in again.

This time? Her hands squeezed to the point that a pained grunt came out of Thirteen’s mouth as Sigurd's lips pressed hard into the rubbery crown. Holding on with only her lips protecting Thirteen’s nipple from Sigurd’s teeth, Sigurd pulled her head back without letting go, knowing that Thirteen couldn’t follow.

She essentially picked the 10 pound breast by its nub as she STRETCHED it out.

The pained grunts soon turned into a long groan. Only to turn into a yipe as Sigurd let go of the nipple, which made the stretched breast rubber band into its original position.

“Still not milk pet,” Sigurd chided Thirteen.

Then she went in for another suck. This time?

With her teeth.

“OOooooh!” Thirteen moaned out as Sigurd’s teeth sank into her nipple, not drawing blood. Not yet.

She still did the same as before, pulling at her breast through her nipple, the blond’s incisors digging into the soft pliant flesh.

The fingers that had been squeezing the breast had not let it up, of course, but now?

Now Sigurd clenched every muscle that she had in her arms and made the titty lengthen as she squeezed it under her iron grip.

Thirteen jerked against her chains, the pain overpowering the pleasure that Sigurd was giving to her. One of these days, there would be no difference between the two for her, but for now she could only groan and gasp as Sigurd felt the coppery taste of titty blood.

Letting it act as lube, she allowed the breast to once again rubber band back into place.

Not that biting the nipple off would do much harm on the long term; Thirteen was quite capable of regenerating even missing limbs. But that sort of fun would have just gotten in the way of Sigurd’s plans, tonight.

“Oh, did that hurt?” she asked Thirteen with worry.

The futa werewolf did not respond as she was busy breathing hard.

“Well, I’ll be more careful next time,” Sigurd promised Thirteen.

Then she opened her mouth and BIT the side of her breast.

It was so soft, so tasty. Her skin stretched under her enamel pearls and the fur of the werewolf invaded her mouth.

She sucked on that fur even as she stopped squeezing on that tit. She did it so that it could feel like a fleshy cantaloupe that she was biting in, and she kept up the pressure until she, again, felt the barest traces of sweet copper in her mouth.

Once she let go, there was a beautiful mark in the shape of her teeth left on the breast. A purple wound started to form around it.

“Isn’t that beautiful?” Sigurd asked with bated breath. When Thirteen did not respond, seeming to be gasping for air, Sigurd laughed.

And slapped the bite mark she had just left.

“Really, my dear, it would be better if your breasts were filled with milk instead of blood,” Sigurd advice the shuttering werewolf, “But I will give you one more chance, do you understand?”

“One more chance to give your baby mama a mouthful of werewolf breast cream.”

So, without squeezing her breast, and without using her teeth, Sigurd sucked on the tit again.

She did so gently, softly, making sure to stimulate it juuust right. And lo and behold, wounds or not, blood or not, Thirteen started to moan.

“But still no milk,” Sigurd said with pride.

“Why do you disappoint me, love?” she asked Thirteen who could only try and unintelligibly answer through her muzzle, “Wait, no, I do not want to hear it.”

“Instead, let me do you a favor,” Sigurd disappeared from Thirteen's view as she sought the rings that she had her servants bring over to the cell, “Let me make your breasts useful.”

They were quarter-inch thick iron rings, with a diameter of two inches. They had a tiny clasp in the middle, one that was easily closed.

There was a middle puncher beside them, one made of iron as well.

Sigurd considered making these out of silver, but that would just give her poor Thirteen silver poisoning in the long term.

Point in fact, silver was otherwise forbidden from even entering these cells, save for the ones incorporated into the chains.

Sigurd might love harming her furry sex-wife, but she didn’t actually want her hurt.

“Now,” Sigurd appeared in front of Thirteen once again, “Do try and generate milk with your other tit while I do THIS.”

Taking the nipple she had been abusing with one hand, she stretched it out a bit as she put the needle puncher against its side. Simply pressing against it broke the skin and Sigurd pushed against it until it came into the nipple from one side.

And left it from the other.

“HMPH!” Thirteen screamed as Sigurd pulled the needle puncher out.

As the nipple bled, she slipped in one of the iron rings and waited until her darling stopped trashing.

By the time she approached with a napkin to clean the blood of the wound away, all the wounds that she had left on that breast had disappeared.

The bloody bite marks and the needle holes. The breast, saved for the iron ring running through her nipple, was whole again.

Like it always was.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Sigurd licked her wolf girl’s other breast, making sure to lavishly pay attention to her other nub, “I am the one having to carry TWO adorable half-human beasts in my womb.”

“But if you like, you can try and generate milk for me in this titty if you don’t want to go through that again,” Sigurd smiled at her as sucked that other nipple into her mouth and did the same thing to it that she had done to the other breast.

By the time Thirteen had a matching ring set in each tit, Sigurd was herself close to creaming her pants.

But no, not just yet.

“How was that?” Sigurd asked as she walked around the wolf futa father of her children, the experience evidently having made Thirteen sweat.

“Augh-ah-huh,” Thirteen tried to beg.

But of course, it was to no avail.

“I am glad you liked it,” Sigurd smacked one of Thirteen’s ass cheeks, here, let me show you what being brave gets you.

“Augh-ooooh!” Thirteen moaned out loud as Sigurd grabbed both of her ass cheeks.

And spread them out.

Then the noble Huntress bent over, her huge stomach resting on the floor as she pressed her face into Thirteen’s ass. Face cheek rubbed against ass cheeks as Sigurd sunk her face enough to kiss the werewolf’s sphincter.

So she did precisely that.

“OOooh!” Thirteen shivered as Sigurd’s kiss made sure that pleasure combined with the pain of her having her breasts pierced.

Her face got moist with ass sweat here, but the musky scent of her anus was one Sigurd had made sure to become acquainted with~

Her lips sucked on the door that sealed the werewolf’s ass shut, and her tongue pierced inside of it, tasting and slurping at the meaty inside of her colon.

Sigurd could make Thirteen cum like this. She had done it before. But as much as doing so again enticed her, she needed Thirteen’s ultra-precious load of sperm for something else. So, with quite a bit of regret, she pulled her lips out of Thirteen’s anus with a “pop” and began kissing down.

She eventually got her face out of Thirteen’s huge ass, golden hair wet with ass sweat. Her lips stuck close to her crotch and, soon enough, she was kissing Thirteen’s taint.

She was also sucking and nibbling at it as the corner of Thirteen’s vagina finally pressed against her lips.

“Such a waste,” Sigurd critically looked at her sex-wife’s vagina, sad that she could not put it to good use.

And then she went to town on it, sucking all the girl juice that she could from it.

“HMPH!” causing Thirteen to moan harder and bringing Sigurd that much closer to coming on her own.

She actually, got to Thirteen’s testicles and, for a golden moment, considered getting to the milk of these like she had done the breasts but….no.

She would miss her timing if she did that.

Sigurd was so close now.

It was time to get to the meat of the foreplay.

Thirteen sighed with relief when Sigurd pulled out of her crotch, but it was quickly followed by a gulp as Sigurd went to a wall and pulled a switch.

Said switch made the X fixture that the 9-foot-tall futanari werewolf was chained to rotate until it was horizontal, looking up at the roof. This, in effect, made Thirteen lie on it as if it were a bed. Naked as she was, it splayed her now pierced breasts into her chest and made her now erect cock rest on her stomach. They were cute like that, honestly.

But Sigurd was now running out of time.

Pregnant as she was, she made sure to wear loose-fitting jackets and robes. Getting naked was the effort of a single minute as she stood gloriously in front of the woman in her life. It did Sigurd good to see how Thirteen’s eyes, even now, couldn’t but roam all over the body that they had ruined together.

“You know, it occurs to me that I have been too rough on you,” Sigurd confessed as she took a small step ladder and put it next to Thirteen, “And that’s just unfair.”

“Perhaps, it is about time I went through the crucible myself,” Sigurd ominous said as she used the step ladder to climb on top of the huge werewolf. She took Thirteen’s futa dick in hand as she did so, and held it up as she stood on top of the werewolf’s thighs.

They had fucked a lot over the past months, certainly, the foot and a half-long cock putting Sigurd’s body to the test every single time.

However, once Sigurd’s pregnancy got going, she had to unfortunately stop the practice and get her delights some other way.

As Thirteen’s eyes widened with horror, Sigurd knew that she understood that the spell of chastity ended tonight.

“HMPH!” Thirteen fought against her chains, trying to reach Sigurd.

“Awww,” Sigurd was touched by Thirteen’s panic, “You are worried for our horrible progeny aren’t you?”

She rolled her huge pregnant stomach into Thirteen’s flat one so that she could lean over and kiss her snout through her muzzle.

“You are afraid that the next generation of Averni Heirs won’t get the opportunity to grow old enough to drive your species into extinction, aren’t you?” Sigurd caressed her, “I understand.”

So she reached behind Thirteen’s muzzle.

And undid the lock that kept it close.

The iron muzzle made a clank as it fell on the ground, Thirteen’s face free for the first time months. She blinked at Sigurd’s face with surprise, but she was soon silenced as Sigurd put one of her bloated orbs in her mouth.

“You don’t want me to run the chance of harming our little human pups with your delicious cock?” Sigurd asked as she pushed a nipple into Thirteen’s lips, “You are going to have to drain me then.”

“Come on, don’t be shy,” the blond Hunter caressed her face even as she rested her huge stomach on Thirteen’s chest, “That’s how you save our kids.”

Slowly, gingerly, Thirteen did the first thing she could do without the burden of a muzzle on her.

And started sucking on Sigurd’s breasts.

Drawing bursts of creamy milk.

“Fuck, YES!” Sigurd moan as she felt the nutritious human lactose leave her body, “Consume what I make, you hear me? Make some of me be IN you!”

The futa werewolf gulped as she drew mouthfuls after mouthfuls of milk, Sigurd’s bloated breast getting smaller and smaller as her pussy juices started getting her sex-wife’s stomach fur wet.

Even her pointy teeth pressed gently against her nipple when she drained temporaily drained all the milk that she had in it!

“God, that was fantastic,” Sigurd groaned as she shuttered with a mini-orgasm. Drained of it’s milk, one of her breasts didn’t weigh as much. That sense of loss was something fantastic, “Here, drain the other!”

“But-” Thirteen tried to speak, but Sigurd was already shoving her nipple inside of her mouth.

The werewolf still looked worried, but she obeyed all the same.

She sucked the human milk out of that titty too.

“So fantastic!” Sigurd shuttered again as she popped her nipple out of the werewolf’s mouth, her second miniature orgasm going through her body.

But oh, that was not enough.

“T-there!” Thirteen’s womanly voice cracked out. She had milk coming out of the corner of her mouth but didn’t let that stop her from talking, “I did what you said.”

“You’ll stop now, right?”

Sigurd allowed Thirteen to converse with her from time to time and removed the muzzle to that purpose. Not since she had stopped fucking, of course, but it was lovely to hear her speak.

However-

“Why would I do that?” Sigurd asked, looking back at the rising pillar coming from Thirteen’s crotch.

“But you said-you promised!” Thirteen yelled at her face.

So Sigard kissed those lips, compelled by her outrage.

“What can I say, love,” Sigard heaved her pregnant belly out of Thirteen’s chest and let go of her snout.

She walked back until she was standing on Thirteen’s thighs again, and aligned her pussy with the blunt tip of her spear-like cock.

“I lied,” Sigurd sneered as she allowed her heavy pregnant weight to force the spear glans to penetrate her pussy.

And made her vagina start sliding down a cock big enough to almost force her hip bones to expand.

“Nooooo!” Thirteen moaned as her meat pole deliciously made Sigurd’s canal expand to its utmost. The forearm-wide shaft quickly made Sigurd join Thriteen’s scream as the vaginal fluids that she had been building up made it easy to slide down that dick.

Quickly enough, the mushroom spearhead of the futa wolf knocked at the completely sealed cervix of Sigurd’s womb. All just as Thirteen’s swollen knot stopped any more dick from going inside.

‘T-the pups,” Thirteen whined as Sigurd rose again.

And slammed herself down with all of the weight of her pregnancy.

“Oh, do you werewolves not have sex at the end of a pregnancy?” Sigurd mocked as she made that delicious spear tip stab into her sealed cervix, “Or perhaps you females are so big simply so that you can keep your males from forcing the issue? What wonderful maternal instincts.”

“But I am the alpha female here!” Sigurd laughed, “And I say we FUCK!”

Tears started coming down Thirteen’s eyes as Sigurd used her precious cargo to fuck the girl.

But no, no, no.

That was not enough.

So, clenching her teeth, Sigurd pulled herself down with as much force as she could.

And managed to shove even Thirteen’s knot inside of her cunt.

“FUCK!” they both moaned as the cock head stabbed hard at the cervix…but did not penetrate it.

No, instead, it deformed her womb. It pushed up into it and justled the babes that Sigurd had inside of her.

“Did you think Averni children are weak, you imbecile?” Sigurd now had tears of her own coming down her cheeks, but these were borne of delicious exertion, this sort of stimuli and delight benign enough to kill any other lesser woman, “That children of my blood would die from this?”

“You think your disgustingly huge cock can end the lives of Averni children?” Sigurd sneered at her chosen partner.

Another stab moved her womb around, the babes within stirring awake.

“How about a little secret then?” Sigurd told her as she smashed herself into the cock, “Something that would help your concern.”

“The chains you now wear, my dear,” Sigurd whispered as a wet meaty slam made both of their bodies shutter, “Are not lined with silver.”

Thirteen’s eyes widen.

“That’s right,” Sigurd confirmed her lie, “You can break out at this precise moment to stop me from-oh god this is sooo good-putting your children in danger.”

She slammed herself into her again.

“All you have to do to end THIS,” Sigurd growled as she started going faster and faster, “All you have to do is get yourself free.”

It was a dangerous play, but one that Sigurd had been waiting to make. Not in this manner, certainly, but this way she saved herself, perhaps, years of effort.

If this worked, Sigurd could do whatever she wanted all the while she could trust her werewolf to be obedient and subservient.

Much like a werewolf would be to the matriarch of their pack.

Thirteen looked at her as Sigurd slammed herself again and again, making the knot slip into and out of her snatch. As she made the glans deform and distort her womb with every single slam.

She could break them now. She should, if she wanted to act on her maternal instincts.

She needed to if she wanted to be the sort of woman Thirteen wanted to be.

But Sigurd could already feel thirteen’s testicles starting to clench.

Fair or not, it was the only moment to choose.

And, at that moment, Thirteen choose…to cum.

“FUCK!” Thirteen howled as she shot her virile testicle cream into Sigurd’s womb.

“Yes, yes, YES!” Sigurd moaned out as she felt something in her pussy break, and a rush of clear water started to wash the sperm out of her snatch as fast as it was shot out.

Thirteen watched with horror as Sigurd orgasmed to her water breaking to Thirteen’s orgasm.

And she couldn’t stop.

A furry head pushed against the werewolf’s dick even as she covered it with her white sperm, trying to get it to lower down, but Thirteen couldn’t. No, she couldn’t withdraw until her orgasm was done!

But Sigurd gave Thirteen a cruel smile as she began to raise, pulling Thirteen’s cock out-

“Nooo!” Thirteen trashed against her chains.

-and allowed their child to come down with it.

The corners of Sigurd’s vision went black as she almost blacked out from the pain and the enjoyment. From both combining into one blissful extreme moment.

Even as Thirteen replaced the fluid inside of her womb with her semen, even as their babies got positively bathed in spunk, Sigurd used her near superhuman physique to raise up as her family came down.

Thirteen’s dick gave one last burst of semen just as it popped out of Sigurd’s snatch.

A furry yellow head with werewolf ears immediately breached Sigurd’s cunt.

“This IS-” Sigurd moaned out as the feeling of giving BIRTH was somehow just multiplied the orgasm that she had been having, “OUR CHILDREN!”

On top of Thirteen’s furry abs, the first of their babes slipped out and landed on.

It was a futanari babe with the face of a human, but the tails and ears of a werewolf.

“I am not DONE!” Sigurd screamed as the stimulation was almost too much for her sadistic mind, her second child making her stomach deflate as it came down her crotch.

And also slipped directly into her futa father’s stomach.

This one had black hair, like Thirteen. That was the first notable thing.

The second? It was completely and utterly female. Not futa like her sister and mother.

Oh, just like her twin she had doggy ears and tail. But aside from being half human, half werewolf? She was just a female.

“This was soooo good, FUCK!” Sigurd slipped and sat on Thirteen’s waist, two umbilical cords still leading from her crotch to the stirring babies next to her.

Babies who now started to cry.

“See? Did I not tell you?” Sigurd lovingly picked them up and allowed them to start sucking at her tits, which were already bloating back up with milk.

Thirteen mind’s was blank, her will at long last destroyed.

“You are a wonderful futa mama.”