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Only two days until her seventh birthday, young Amy skipped home, happily imagining the party to come. The heavy, navy blue skirt danced around the hopping pup's small hips, flashing only a sliver of naked thigh just above her knee high socks. She hummed a sweet tune that vibrated in her small, blouse covered chest. Amy reached up and touched the bright blue ribbons holding her pigtails in place. They were a gift from a little boy in her class and she didn't want to lose them.

The young Labrador rounded the corner of her street and slowed to a lazy walk. The suburbs, in which she lived for her whole life, was normally alive with her neighbors various activities and goings on. Ms. Peters would usually be in her garden on a bright and sunny day like today, tending to her vegetables. Amy found it strange that the elderly leopardess wasn't out to greet the girl with a cheery smile and a wave. But the pup was too distracted to pay much mind. She'd be safely home soon. At least she thought. Amy ran her fingers along the long white picket fence that enclosed her home's yard. Her daddy told her that she would rub the paint off if she kept doing that. The habit was comforting, though, and it kept Amy grounded. Now, as she reached the gate of the fence, Amy froze like a stone. From the end of the walk, she stared at the open front door off the house. The solid white entrance to her family home stood cracked open as if someone had entered and carelessly left it open. Amy's mom was anal about making sure the doors and windows were closed.

Amy stepped cautiously down the walk. Something was wrong, but the pup didn't know what was off. Unshouldering her backpack, Amy held it in front of her like a shield. The door loomed over her head upon reaching the front step. Beyond, no noise disturbed the darkness prevalent in the interior. Amy gulped and summoned the courage to push open the door and step inside.

"Mommy," the lab's voice squeaked as she called into the living room. The heavy curtains held the sunlight at bay and cast the interior in deep shadows; shadows that seemed to dance about the walls and furniture. No one returned her call.

Something cold brushed against her small legs, causing Amy to look down. Long, slender tendrils coiled like snakes around her ankles. It took the pup too long to recognize the danger. She fell on the threshold of the house as she turned to run. The tendrils gripped her firmly and begun to tug. Amy had only a moment to cry out before she was yanked back into the house and the door slammed shut, cutting off her hope of escape.

Amy's tiny claws dug into the rug in her attempt to pull free. It was to no avail. The dark green tentacles hoisted her into the air with ease and suspended the wiggling six year old in the living room. Crying out, Amy struggled to get free. She clawed at the rubbery tentacles around her ankles and found them slick and slimy. The goop was soaking into her socks and running down her legs to her exposed flower-print panties. Sobs wracked the girl's frame as she fought to free herself. New tentacles slithered into view and seized the pup's wrists. Unable to match the creature's strength, Amy was splayed out above the floor.

"Mommy!" Amy screamed in the loudest howl her little body could muster.

The tentacles reacted quickly to her outcry. A tentacle whipped around Amy's throat and gave a firm squeeze, threatening the pup to silence. As an added measure, the tip of the appendage forced its way between Amy's lips. The pup shook her head, trying to avoid the tentacle. With surprising swiftness, it pried her jowls apart and pushed into her small muzzle. As soon as it settled on her tongue, the tentacle's girth swelled until Amy's mouth was forced to its widest limit. The invading tentacle pulsed between her lips, secreting more of its slime which dribbled from the corner of Amy's maw. She felt the goo flood her mouth. It was salty and pungent. The pup felt the reflex to swallow building in her throat and fought it as long as she could. But with the goo already trickling down her throat, she swallowed to avoid choking. The salty slime slid easily into her gullet, coating the way down. Her head began to swim and the world felt upside down. The tentacle in her maw shifted back and forth, pressing against the back of her throat repeatedly. A gagging sensation made the pup buck in the tentacles' grasp. Her throat seemed to stretch easily as the tendril forced its way into her esophagus. An onlooker would see the girl's neck bulge as the tentacle pushed into it. Her stomach gurgled as more of the goop was pumped directly into it. Tears welled in Amy's eyes and she thrashed again.

More tentacles sprouted from below the pup. The slimy tendrils crawled over the girl, tugging and finally ripping open her blouse. They coiled about her naked chest and slithered over her belly. She gave a muffled squeak as the tentacles rubbed and massaged her adolescent nipples. A deep blush shown through the fur on her cheeks as the exposure made her blush furiously. Amy's eyes widened as the tips of two tentacles split with a soft ripping sound. They bloomed like flowers and hovered briefly above the girl. Before Amy could summon a thought of what they were doing, the tentacles dove and latched onto the pup's nipples with a soft sucking sound. The pup squealed into the tentacle gag and her back arched. She felt a heat building between her thighs and the funny feeling the coursed through her body was intense.

As if anticipating this reaction, the mysterious creature began the next phase of its assault on Amy. A tentacle slid up between the girl's squirming thighs, dragging along her pre-teen crotch and staining her panties with its goo. The muscles of her thighs flexed as she tried to clamp her legs shut. She felt the tentacle grinding the cotton fabric of her panties against her nethers. In part it was a familiar feeling. She had spent some time exploring herself during periods of boredom. Thankfully, no one in class had caught the pup with her paw up her skirt, rubbing against the crotch of her panties. It was a totally new experience to have someone...or something...else grinding against her 'kitty'. Coupled with the tentacles that had started sucking on her nipples in short sharp draws, the pup flushed with a heat she had never felt before.

The tip of the grinding tentacle teased her belly fur. If Amy wasn't already overwhelmed by sensation, she might have read the touch as a caress. Never would she have thought it was being gentle or loving though. It was claiming her. Emphasizing this, the tentacle slide back down and hooked around the edge of the panties between her legs. Sliding them aside, it wasted no more time. The tip pressed between the folds of the young girl's pussy and pushed them apart. Amy's eyes went wide in a silent scream as a ripple in the tentacle drove it into her body. A ripping sensation shot up the pup's body and threatened to short out her consciousness. Her hymen was obliterated as the tendril forced carelessly past. Her velvet tunnel, once barely big enough to fit a Q-tip in, was painfully stretched to an inch wide. A mixture of blood and slime dripped from the girl's wounded cunny. Tears streamed from the girl's eyes as the pain of the rape sparked every nerve in her body. Unable to scream with the tentacle lodged in her gullet, she sobbed gulped in an attempt to sob.

The progress of the tentacle seemed unending. As the pain subsided, she could feel it squirming inside her. It coiled around her cervix, teasing her womb's seal as more of its length was stuffed into her. The pulsing and writhing of the tendril inside her sparked all new feelings. It started low in her tummy, causing her muscles to twitch and spasm. The more the tentacle moved, the stronger the spasms were. Then, the feeling burst into an array of conflicting sensations. Her 'kitty' convulsed and clutched at the tentacle within her. Amy felt like she was peeing as a warmth spread over the tentacle's surface and gushed out between her legs. Without totally understanding it, the pup had just experienced her first orgasm. It was overwhelming, but it wasn't over. The tentacle, now corkscrewed into her young pussy, pressed its tip to Amy's cervix. Again, without care for its captive, it slammed into that seal and broke it with one stroke. The girl's body jerked as an extreme pain exploded in Amy's mind. For the girl, the world went black until another shot of pain brought her back from the brink. Waves of movement pulsed through the tentacle as it pushed into the pup's underdeveloped womb. Amy felt it moving inside her tiny baby place. Glancing past the tentacles wiggling on her chest, she could see the tentacle's shape bulging through her stomach. The tip seemed to fold back and the lab felt a painful tugging on her uterus. She couldn't imagine what was going on inside her. Now, she was fully at this creature's mercy. Amy could only hope it would be over soon.

The world spun as the tentacles repositioned her right side up, with Amy's head toward the ceiling. Confused, she looked down at the tendril draped out of her 'kitty'. She immediately regretted it as she saw something moving up its length. A round object, slightly wider than the tentacle itself and dark in color, slid up the appendage as if it was a tube. It was headed straight for her stretched cunny. The girl shook her head violently and shut her eyes tight, awaiting the inevitable pain. Sure enough, the egg was stopped briefly by the lack of width to the girl's opening. Pressure built behind it and the egg began to stretch the small girl's slit wider, almost to the point of tearing. The tentacle in her throat kept her from squealing and pumped more goo into the girl's stomach, which had started to bloat from the sheer amount. With a soft pop, the egg forced its way past the outer ring of Amy's pussy and slide up the channel to her womb. Fresh pain wracked the girl's frame as it was pushed past her smaller cervix. The egg was bigger than Amy's womb. Somehow, however, the egg stretched her cervix to accommodate. She could see its outline just under her bellybutton. What was it doing to her?

The question had barely registered before she saw more eggs sliding up the tentacle tube toward her nethers. Her paws clenched as she braced for more pain. One by one, the eggs were forcibly inserted into her. Amy bucked and tensed with each egg that was inserted into her. She couldn't help but be mesmerized by how her belly began to expand to make room for each new object. Her stomach swelled unevenly at first as each new egg created its own lump. After a few eggs had been settled into her body, a gush of warmth spread through her insides. The monster's goo flooded her enlarged womb and Amy watched as her stomach inflated like a water balloon. Already, she looked nine months pregnant with her own litter of puppies. More eggs were to come and by the time the last one was floating in her womb, Amy looked pregnant enough to birth two or three litters. Throughout the last half of the process, pain had given way to that pleasurable feeling she had before. Her body convulsed and quivered as a continuous orgasm erupted from her loins.

Dazed and disoriented, the pup was left in a stupor as the tentacles began to detach. The first tentacle to go was the one in her maw. It slowly extracted itself, leaving behind a trail of goo that she gulped down before her first full breath of air in sometime. She gasped and sputtered, slime leaking from the corner of her mouth. The next ones to go were the tendrils suckling at the pup's nipples. They let go with a couple of pops and disappeared into the dark. Her chest seemed more full and developed from when the tentacles had started and were extremely sore. Movement in her cunny drew the shred of awareness that the pup had left. The tentacle she was impaled on drew itself out of her womb. Much to her surprise, she felt her womb reseal behind it. This thing was intent that its eggs would stay in there. The appendage withdrew itself from her pussy and disappeared as well. The blackness that had lingered in Amy's peripheral loomed closer and overtook the ravaged girl. She collapsed on the floor and knew nothing beyond that.