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WARNING

This fictional story contains pregnancy/birth, extreme cub, rape, oral sex, asphyxiation and guro/hardvore.

The pack had only been on the hunt for an hour or two before they caught the scent.

Prey.

Careless prey, upwind, and in a large group. The wolves moved in. The Alpha, the largest and strongest of the small canine group, was hoping for more than a meal, though. His status gave him certain. . .privileges among his kind, privileges he was eager to put to use.

The rushing river to the west had covered the noise of their approach, and the large trees game them a good deal of cover. The entire pack now crouched not twenty paces from a group of seven deer. One stag, apparently on the lookout for danger, two does, watching their three spotted fawns playing with sticks in the clearing, and a very pregnant doe bathing in the river. She was transfixing. Her body was covered in short, brown fur, fading to white around her swollen breasts and gravid midsection. The soft fur failed to hide her pink nipples, standing erect from the cold water. She washed herself down slowly, paying special attention to her belly. She looked ready to drop at any time.

The alpha felt a stirring in his loins. He must have her. The alpha quickly made a plan. If the stag was dispatched first, the rest would be easy. The pregnant doe was to be subdued and brought to him, alive. The rest didn't matter. The signal was given.

The stag only glimpsed a blur of grey fur and white teeth before he was knocked to the ground; winded. He saw a large female wolf on top of him; the alpha's mate. He waited for death to come swiftly, but such was not to be.

The fawns screamed as they saw several wolves emerge from the clearing. Dropping their sticks, they ran to their parents. The youngest, a buck, was easily caught and torn apart, ripped limb from limb in a spectacular display of gore.

The oldest, also a male, tripped over a rock and was grabbed by another female wolf . He cried out as he was pulled backwards, staring his predator in the face. He screamed louder as she went straight for his virgin genitals, ripping his equipment out with her teeth and swallowing the bloody mess whole. The buck's vision blurred as she buried her face between his legs, breaking his pelvis and pulling out large fleshy blobs which he could only assume were his internal organs. Shock was setting in, and his last sight was his own intestines lolling out of his killer's mouth.

The boy-fawns' sister ran from the sight of her dying brothers but ended up running straight into another wolf, who grabbed her. She screamed, but was interrupted by the wolf's tongue worming its way down her throat in a lewd kiss. She was pushed to the ground and resumed her screaming as a massive canine member was forced between her legs, shredding her hymen.

The pregnant doe saw the massacre unfold, and turned to run. Her springing legs made great splashes but the thigh-high waters greatly impeded her progress. She ran away from her dying herd and saw the biggest, strongest wolf waiting at the river bank. She turned the other direction, and saw that two more wolves had already entered the river, eager to catch her from behind. She was trapped.

The two wolves grabbed the pregnant she-deer from behind while she was distracted with the alpha. She struggled a bit, but ceased to be difficult when one of the wolf's claws was placed on her belly. "No, stop!" she gasped as she felt the sharp weapons dig in, "Don't hurt me! What do you want?" "Doesn't matter what we want," said a gruff voice to her left, "We'll be lucky if there's even a piece left!" Both wolves chuckled nervously to themselves as their leader approached.

The alpha took stock of the situation: both boy-fawns were dead, being consumed by the lower-level pack members. The adult she-deer had all been captured alive with minimal incident, which was excellent. The girl-fawn was bent over a boulder by the alpha's subordinate and screaming hoarsely. The alpha smiled. The only one to remain was the antlered male, currently on the ground and being ridden furiously by the alpha's mate. Her hands were wrapped around his throat, and both looked like they were about to finish. His mate suddenly howled in ecstasy and bit into the throat of her prize, removing his throat before the stag had a chance to scream. He flailed rhythmically as he unwillingly sprayed his seed into the predator, and swung his hooves wildly with his last ounce of strength, trying to free himself. He was held fast by the she-wolf, who seemed to be greatly enjoying the death throes of his cock imbedded in her slit. His struggles waned, and only when his movement had completely ceased did the she-wolf rise, her crotch stained with sweat and ejaculate. Her mate shot her a questioning look. "I have my pleasures, love," she said as she slowly walked towards the group, lightly raking her claws across the cervid's gravid belly as she paused before her alpha. "Just as you have yours." She stepped into his embrace, and the two shared a deep, passionate kiss. "And the greatest of my pleasures is you." The alpha kept an arm around his mate and backhanded the doe with the other, watching as she crumpled to the ground. "Bring her," he commanded as the pair walked away, still hand-in-hand.

***

The room resembled a closed stable. The walls were wooden, the roof was patchwork, made of local leaves and branches held up by beams of solid wood. The floor was flattened dirt, with the exception of a woven blanket in the centre. One side lacked a wall, but the daylight was fading behind the trees. It was getting dark. The pregnant she-deer had been posed - she was stuck on all fours, her arms tied behind her back and suspended from the ceiling, her legs spread wide apart by a piece of wood. She was exposed. Her heavy belly and swollen breasts hung low, nearly touching the blanket. She heard soft footsteps behind her, but could not turn to see the intruder. She didn't need to. "At last," She heard him speak as a hand gently brushed her rump, "we're alone." She tensed immediately, fearing a bite would soon follow - but it did not. Instead, she felt his paw slide downward, between her legs. She gasped, feeling the intrusion of a predatory talon. She tensed further. "Was I too fast?" he asked as he withdrew his finger from her, keeping them pressed against her vulva. "What. . .what am I doing here?", she asked, the fear dripping from her voice, "What do you want with me?" "What I want, I will take," he snapped, shoving a finger roughly into her dry passage. She yelped. "You are prey. You exist only to provide me with what I desire." Repeated intrusions into her nethers accented his speech. "The only choice you have is to resist, or accept. And if you accept. . ." His fingers wandered forward, finding her clit. She jumped at his touch. "Then you might enjoy these special moments more then you think." She felt the claw gently massage her vaginal walls, prodding, checking deep inside her. Her body enjoyed the sensation, but her mind wasn't sure, no mate of hers had ever 'investigated' her insides in such a manner. If the wolf wanted to knot her he probably would have done so already. So what was he doing? "I'm checking," the wolf said, as if reading her mind. "ch-checking? For what?" She felt her "To see how close you are." he said softly, chuckling to himself. "It seems you're enjoying it a little too much, though. Are you disappointed I'm only using my fingers?" She could almost hear his predatory grin. She felt his hot breath as he leaned over her. "No!" she shook her head, trying to wriggle free. She felt a firm hand on her hips, keeping her in place. "Your mouth says no, but your body tells me otherwise, my pet." He removed his finger from her snatch and showed her. His paw was wet with her lubricant. He put his fingers to his black nose and inhaled luxuriously. "This is the scent of arousal, don't you recognize it?" She cast her eyes down. None of her mates had ever bothered trying to arouse her before. They simply mounted her, dropped their payload and left. Being a prey animal left little time for pleasure, one had to tread softly, sleep lightly and fuck quickly knowing that life could end at any time. So why was this predator being so . . .considerate? "relax," the alpha wolf said, "I have little interest in mating with you. I'm more interested in what you're carrying." He continued probing her, her labia softening, moistening, yielding to his every touch. She felt his other claw release her hip and slowly slide to her globular belly. He sighed with satisfaction as he pressed inwards, feeling the unborn fawn within. "Interested. . .in what? How?" He leaned in close, his grinning muzzle in her ear. "Mmm, do you feel that?" he whispered, "it's almost ready." The doe winced as the child inside her kicked in response to the wolf's grope. "Your child's short life will be spent at my leisure, and it will end at my choosing. I can't wait to taste it. . ." The doe panicked. "You can't!" she screamed, "You wouldn't!" She flailed uselessly against her bondage, throwing her head back, trying to kick before remembering that her legs were held in place. The wolf tightened his grip on her stomach. "You sick, lecherous - " She was cut off as the wolf wrapped his jaws around her neck. There was silence. She felt a warm trickle of blood slowly drip down her neck. She expected her life to end at that moment. He was going to suffocate her, snap her neck, rip her throat out or something equally horrible. But he didn't. His jaw loosened. "I felt something just now," he hissed, only inches from her face. He flexed his claws against her midsection. "You have come to me bearing two gifts, not one. How the gods must favor me!" The doe whimpered. "If anything, you should be thankful. This allows me to make a deal." The doe nodded, afraid to speak. "I only want this," he said, grabbing her belly roughly. "I brought you here so you can give me what you carry. If you obey me until you give birth, I'll let you go." "And let you take my children? Why would I do that?" she pleaded, "why would I do anything you ask?" "Because if you don't," he growled, I'll take what I want. And you might not live through that." He playfully nipped her ear. "An obedient prey won't get hurt. A _dis_obedient prey won't live to see dawn." "What. . .what else would you ask of me?" She was afraid of the answer. "for now, very little. Only that you remain here." The wolf moved beside her entering her field of vision for the first time. He laid down, folding his arms in front of him. "Oh, and try and make as little noise as possible," he sneered through a toothy grin, "I've had an exhausting day." If looks could kill, the wolf would be dead. The doe suddenly had a brilliant idea. If she could somehow wait for him to fall asleep, she might be able to deliver under the cover of darkness. The idea faded as she realized that even if she was able to birth without interference, she would still be trapped here, with him. She was damned, no matter what action she took. Still, she had to prolong the birth as much as possible. She had to wait for a chance to free herself.

***

The wolf awoke to the sound of subdued panting. His ears twitched, but he lay motionless. A stifled groan confirmed his suspicion. The she-deer was in labor, trying to deliver her fawn without being noticed. He couldn't help but grin. He rolled over and softly touched her belly. She jumped, inhaling sharply as she realized she had been found out. She winced as his hand trailed down between her legs. The wolf caressed her vulva and felt not a head, but a tiny cloven hoof. The fawn was being born backwards. He licked his lips. He was about to witness an amazing spectacle. He heard the almost-mother attempt to hold back another groan. She was trying not to push, trying not to deliver her fawn into the hands of a murderous beast. "You don't need to hide anymore, my prey," He growled as he rubbed her belly, "keep pushing." Her mind desperately refused, but her body wasn't co-operating. Against her wishes, her fawn descended further down the birth canal towards certain death. The wolf reached in, and with a splash of fluid, gently freed the fawn's other leg. The deer-child would be born facing him, giving the alpha male full access to his prize. He took both sinewy legs, the short, brown fur matted with blood and fluid, and pulled steadily. He had seen enough newborn deer-children to know that tactile stimulation usually startled them, and they would reflexively raise their arms above their head. The same trick would work here, he thought: the fawn would raise its arms and essentially block the birth canal. This would greatly impede the mother's ability to deliver her fawn without assistance, and ensure a good, long show for the Alpha. He pulled again, and the fawn's hips popped free. The umbilical cord followed, slithering out past the wet, white underbelly until pressure from the deer-child's head and arms halted any progress. The show was about to begin.

The alpha spread the half-born's legs wide and gazed upon the slippery untouched vulva of a girl-fawn. The white hair on her inner thighs grew much shorter between her legs, and faded to nothing at her pink sex. "A girl," he announced, pleased with this new development, "You're going to have a beautiful little doe-fawn!" He felt her legs twitch as he gave her infant pussy a long, passionate lick. This lucky girl-fawn was going to have her first orgasm before she even took her first breath. He first placed a hand on her chest to prevent her from being born in the middle of his task, and then he set to work, his large canine tongue eagerly lapping between her legs, repeatedly striking her tiny clitoris.

The doe dared not move. Her fawn was stuck halfway out, and an apex predator was behind her with unclear intentions. She heard noisy feeding sounds from the canine, and feared the worst for her child. Was it being eaten before it was born? No, she thought, he would have pulled it out of her by now if his intention was a tender meal. Another strong contraction rippled through her, but she felt resistance from the fawn. Was the wolf deliberately holding it halfway in? Had he done something to ruin her contractions? She wasn't sure whether this interruption in the birthing process was a blessing or a curse. It had so far kept her alive, but the pain was strong, almost unbearable. How long could she remain like this?

After another wasted contraction, she adjusted her position to see if she could get a better look behind her. She could just make out the form of the wolf, kneeling between her legs. He held the buttocks of her half-delivered fawn, pushing its groin up to his face. She saw the fawn's legs twitch and move frequently, and breathed a sigh of relief that her child was still alive. She also saw no blood, which hopefully meant that her fawn was unharmed thus far. But what was the wolf doing, than? She felt a churning in her stomach as she realized what was happening. It was vile, it was sick. But there it was. The wolf was performing some sort of oral sex on her fawn before it was even fully born. She didn't know what to do. Delivering her child to him would no doubt bring a worse fate for the both of them. But she couldn't just let a fawn, especially her fawn, be used like this. And her fawn would have to be delivered eventually. She had to push.

The Alpha's licks increased in speed as he began to focus exclusively on the girl-fawn's clit. He felt her legs tense and finally kick outwards as she came, her hips twitching and bucking, thrusting into his muzzle. Now it was time for the next stage. The alpha removed his hands from his prize. He leaned forward, and bit the fawn's umbilical cord, tearing it in two. Fresh, dark blood dribbled onto the girl-fawn's underbelly and nether regions. He saw the little legs kick as her oxygen supply was suddenly cut off. The wolf leaned back, and began lowly rubbing his erect canine shaft, watching and waiting to see if the mother could finish the birth before her child drowned inside her.

The doe's contractions continued. The artificially extended birth was taking its toll, and she began to tire. But she had to continue. She would continue, or both her and her fawn would die. But which was worse? If she successfully birthed her fawn, her use was at an end. If she failed, she would die of nature's accord, not the predator's. An incredibly strong contraction interrupted her thoughts. She pushed with all her might, groaning and grimacing, no longer attempting to be subtle. She was rewarded with the delivery of one - no, both of her fawn's arms. The most difficult part still remained - the head.

The alpha wolf stroked himself, watching luridly as both of the girl-fawn's arms slid free. Her neck was now exposed, but her head was still lodged within her mother. The half-born's body was low enough that she was was almost sitting on the blanket, but held aloft by her stuck head. Her arms and legs no longer kicked and twitched, but hung limply. The fawn did not have long.

Several agonizing minutes passed. The doe pushed feebly, but lacked the strength to expel her fawn fully. Her contractions were strong, but they only served to clamp her vagina down around the fawn's head. She panted, completely exhausted. Her keeper was no help. He merely sat and watched, pleasuring himself while she and her baby slowly ebbed away. She couldn't let her life end this way. The predator hadn't even done anything to harm her yet, the same scenario would have happened without him. She wasn't about to let him have the satisfaction of watching her die. She would fight. She would push. As another contraction built, she heaved and felt a massive, painful release as the fawn left her body.

The wolf watched intently as the girl-fawn tumbled forwards and then fell on her side, followed by a gush of blood-streaked amniotic fluid and the red, meaty placenta. He gazed at his prize, finally born and already nearly dead. Her short brown fur was soaked with birth fluids. Her face was peaceful, as if she had already accepted her fate. She twitched, but her chest did not rise. Her lungs were likely filled with the same birth fluid that covered her face and body, preventing her from drawing breath. He placed a finger on the fawn's neck, feeling for a pulse. It was weak, but present. With proper resuscitation, she could probably be revived, but he was not about to give such assistance. He had killed the unborn and newly-born before, but never had he watched a newborn die of its own accord. He was interested. He flipped her on her back and kept his claw under her arm to track her pulse as her twitching slowed, and then stopped.

The large paws of the alpha wolf were able to grasp both the dead girl-fawn's legs at once. He lifted her over his head, let her dangle a bit, and took her whole head in his mouth before messily decapitating her with his teeth. Sharp canines punctured her soft skull, ripping through grey matter as fawn blood leaked from the alpha's mouth. He took a leg next, tearing it out of its socket eagerly. His powerful jaws easily snapped the undeveloped bone and sinew with a distinctive crunching sound. But her most tender spot was still calling out to him. He put her broken body down on the wet, bloody blanket, and clamped down on her middle, plump with baby fat. Her flesh tore easily, giving her killer access to her moist, bloody organs. He ripped out her empty stomach and her bloody liver, he swallowed her tiny womb before stringing her meconium-filled intestines through his teeth and slurping them down. He stuck his gory muzzle inside her ribcage. The headless newborn jerked as the wolf clamped down and tore out a lung. He beheld it for a moment, and gnawed through the spongy pink lump with little difficulty. At least he had reached his goal: her heart. He had saved the best for last. While the hearts of more mature creatures become tough and tasteless from age and overwork, the neonatal heart was tender and sweet, a divine delicacy. He wormed his muzzle through her ribcage once more and plucked the red fruit from its vine. He ate slowly, savoring the small morsel before turning his attention to the she-deer once more.

The doe, although she could not see the spectacle behind her, had heard and felt everything. She felt her child being born, She heard the wet sound it made when it hit the ground. Her stomach turned as she heard the grotesque, sloppy crunching of her baby's skull; the sound of her short life coming to a swift and violent end. But she never heard her fawn make a single sound. She only hoped it didn't suffer. Her thoughts were interrupted by tug on her arms. "Get up," the alpha growled, the first words spoken in what felt like hours. The rope tying her arms together was being raised, forcing her to an upright kneeling position with her arms above her head. Her pregnant curves, although smaller after the birth of the first twin, were still quite pronounced. The Alpha wolf, killer of her firstborn, sat in front of her, a murderous, toothy grin smeared across his gory face. He licked his lips and stared at her belly, at the second fawn still hiding within. The doe winced as she noticed his stiff cock pointed directly at her. She was speechless. She recoiled as he crawled closer to her on all fours until his bloody muzzle found her swollen breast. He clamped down and began roughly sucking on her almond-coloured nipple, coaxing the sweet milk directly from its source. She wiggled in a futile attempt to shake him off but her struggles only made his grip stronger. "Your fawn won't be needing this," he said, the white liquid dribbling off his chin, "why let it go to waste?" The doe felt sick. "Vile creature!" she spat at him, her eyes beginning to well up, "you defile my baby and drink your fill of her first meal! May you be swallowed by the night!" "ah-ah-ah," the alpha taunted, "remember what happens to prey that talks back?" The doe burned with fury. "May the gods rip the fur from your flesh! May they rip the flesh from your bones! May they burn your bones in the fire of a hundred suns!" The doe hurled epitaph after obscene, hateful epitaph at her captor, not realizing that his attention had once again returned to her stomach. His mouth opened and sprang forward, clamping down on the doe's lower midsection in mid-curse. She screamed louder than she thought possible as a large mass of furred, bloody flesh was torn away. She looked down and saw bulges of intestine rapidly filling the gaping hole. She had no time to think before the wolf shoved his muzzle into the wound, pushing her innards aside until he reached something and pulled hard. The doe felt pressure inside her as something vital was jostled and nearly ripped out. She heard the wolf's jaws slip off and clack shut as he lost his grip on her insides. She began to lose feeling in her arms and legs, but could not bear to look away. She thought for a moment she saw the edge of something brown and specked before the wolf's jaws intruded into her cavity once again. The doe gritted her teeth and stared as the alpha wolf pulled, then ripped her unborn fawn from her womb along with an colorful array of internal organs, all smeared with blood and amniotic fluid. The doe screamed again as she saw her baby hit the ground and let out a startled cry. The wolf released his jaws from around the fawn's leg and gently picked it by its underarms. Its brown eyes were open and its fur was still very wet and bloody from its violent birth. Its legs were held snugly in the fetal position it had enjoyed for so long. The wolf pulled a leg and saw a pair of tiny labia. Another girl-fawn.

The doe's entire body throbbed with a dull ache. The pain seemed to come from everywhere at once, but it was no longer as strong as it was moments ago. It felt more like ice then teeth and fire. She felt a sickening emptiness inside. She could hardly muster the strength to hold her head up, and found herself continually staring at the ground, her eyes tracing the path of her colon as it lay sprawled on the blanket between her legs. She didn't have the physical or mental fortitude to watch the wolf as he defiled her second child.

The alpha wolf lowered the newborn's head down to his cock, still raging hard. As he had hoped, she began to suckle, mistaking his member for her mother's breast. When no milk came, she sucked harder. What a feeling! "This girl's a natural!" he sighed, steadying himself as the newborn worked on him. "Does her talent run in the family?" He shot the mother an evil grin, which she no longer had the energy to respond to. She had already lost one child, and now she was dying, and her other child was being used as a fuck-toy by a perverted killer. In less than a minute, the alpha wolf felt himself getting very close. He grabbed the back of the newborn's head and held it against his member as he blasted his seed against the back of her throat against her muffled cries of refusal. She began choking and sputtering, the canine jism covering her nose and almost completely blocking her airway. Her coughs turned to gargled screams when the wolf, his lust sated, picked her up wrapped his mouth around the fawn's tender loins. His predatory fangs ripped through tender flesh and bone, working their way to her vital organs. By the time he reached her heart, it had stopped beating. He contemplated the newborn's hollow carcass and crawled over to her mother to show her. The she-deer, with her last ounce of strength, closed her eyes and turned away. She did not care to see what remained of what was her only living fawn. She jerked as the wolf took the fawn and placed her back in the hole that was once a pregnant womb. He turned and left as the newborn's blood and innards mixed with that of her mother's. He would leave the mess for a subordinate to deal with. It was good to be Alpha.