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In those days of glory and worship, the mortals would beg for the chance to pay tribute. They would line up their daughters and wives, stripped and washed till they glowed, when a male descended on one of their squalid villages. And should a bull dragon have the patience to linger near their filthy dwellings long enough for such a display, he would inspect their offerings and, if he found one or three that looked both sufficiently sturdy and rabidly pious, he would pick them out and the village would celebrate.

A feast would be put together at once, even if it meant scraping every pantry in the whole region clean. The bull would lounge and eat while his worshipers groomed him with their tiny fingers and brushes, and when he was satisfied, they would sacrifice themselves upon him.

Not everyone died, of course-- but the sheer potency of a dragon's seed was such that any being that took it would be inescapably impregnated. And even if those most dedicated and resilient sacrifices managed to take the full wrath of a dragon's pleasure, none could survive the pregnancy that followed. To be sure, some vain and greedy mortals had dared to dream they could bring such a child to term and give birth to a god, but the dragons found such ambitions nothing more than amusing and exemplary of mortal foolishness. They deserved their slow, cannibalistic deaths.

And yet... these memories stirred now in a strange creature: a red dragon, wrapped in the fur and stupidity of a mere mortal. She stared down at her sacrifice, ancient memories stirring as the tiny rabbit skewered herself utterly in the immortal's lap. Bright, adoring eyes were turned up toward her as if to beg, 'does this please you, Great One?' Yes, my little sacrifice... Now, try not to die too quickly, I've been aching for this far too long...

Her brain lurched in her skull, and she gasped. What? Her eyes cast down to the morsel impaled on her-- Julie! A chill of revulsion and fear rippled through her, and for a moment she felt... unstable, like she might start coming apart. But... Julie was staring up at her, obviously straining, yet her eyes were affectionate. She was... smiling. Her little legs tensed around Myrilla's sack, squishing her warped underside a little tighter to Myr's sheath. The hulking canine swallowed, and straightened slowly, giving a potent throb within that tight-stretched belly. She did feel... terribly... good.

Her body seemed solid again, and something dark agreed, deep inside her. The Myrdragon shuddered. Where she saw Julie affectionately grinding on her, smiling with amorous intention, another part of her saw a pious mortal eager to please her, to sacrifice herself to the dragon's pleasure. Her dim awareness of the other side of her, the other stream of thoughts set her scale-ridden fur bristling, but she could not dwell on it long. This little rabbit was the focus of her muddled mind in both parts. She loved what she felt, and she wanted more. Her interrupted breath finally broke in a heavy growl, and her long, powerful tail coiled in and around the tiny creature.

Julie perked as the rough-scaled tail slid in behind her, and she hardly hesitated before looping her arms back around it. Leaning back, she sighed out shakily as the towering monstrosity in her belly strained away from her, her hide stretched taut in a trembling curve from under her breasts, running down and quickly up to that pointed tip just level with the top of her head. The dragon's tail slowly rose, and it lifted her to drag up, spine straining out a moment before her lips parted from that fat sheath and began to disgorge dragon cock first by the inch, then by the foot. Julie groaned out, her feet dragging out from around that sack to allow her to rise, quivering and jerking as she gave birth to that pillar of cockflesh-- or at least half of it.

The dragon barely paused. The tail lurched down, and Julie clung to it reflexively even as it dragged her roughly down onto that beast again, the head surging from merely a great dome in her middle to a jutting tower filling her vision. The rabbit's head fell back, mouth open and slack, weak moans pouring from her whenever she found the air. And when she was seated tightly in the broad lap of the dragon once again, the scaled creature turned its head down to regard her, casting a great shadow over the rasping lapin as one faintly luminous eye, a blue, slitted disc on a field of gold, inspected her from under a heavy, red-scaled brow. She smiled tremulously, and gripped that tail tighter in one arm while the other reached up shakily to touch the thick bone of the dragon's chin. She gathered enough air for a single, weak word.

"More..."

The rumble of distant thunder rolled over the rabbit as the Myrdragon straightened, and she wound both her arms tightly around that tail, ready for the coming storm. The world jerked down-- a world of scales, fur, and an impossible bulk of hot flesh. The rabbit gasped noisily, though not of her own volition, as flesh yanked free of her destroyed cunt. An explosion of pressure drove in without hesitation, and her legs kicked out wildly, spreading wide around the dragon's hips now as she was mashed down around that tower of a cock again and again. Half her body was nothing but screaming nerves, pleasure and pain, fire and ice, every sensation firing constantly as she stared at the creature lurching up hungrily through her, clutching all the tighter at that tail as she licked her lips. If she was orgasming, she couldn't even feel it through the roar of her body filling her mind. She grinned as tears rolled down her cheeks. She's enjoyed some intense moments in her life, teasing creatures more beast than man until they couldn't hold back. She never could have imagined anything so wonderful as this.

Few could take as much as this before the pleading turned from lust to fear. Hungry, slitted eyes narrowed as the dragon watched and used her little toy. This one was quite durable, and more sincerely devoted than most. She could feel it oozing off of her, the joy of debasement, the absolute submission to the strength and glory of that which was greater than herself. This little one gloried in merely being used-- grateful to be elevated by being rendered even the most base, disposable toy to such a wondrous being as the dragon. It had been so very long since the dragon had known proper worship... She drank it up, tail curling in around the rabbit, sliding under her arms to wrap tight around her above and below the breasts in a thick double coil. She would see just how much this one could take...

Julie wouldn't mind if she went a little harder, would she? Myrilla was trembling subtly. She felt amazing, even though it didn't look like anything the poor rabbit should have been able to survive. She could faintly remember the last times she'd fucked the little people, and it had been nice, but this... Somehow, this felt better in every way. It was like she could feel affection just... radiating from the tiny rabbit. The others had been terrified or even hateful and she'd felt... she'd felt like it was right, to use them, to punish them. But this was different. This was... joyful. And that alone seemed to set every patch of fur on her monstrous form bristling as waves of absurd pleasure washed under her hide, her balls churning audibly on the floor with her need to fill this tiny creature. Julie didn't seem to be capable of speech, to say it was okay... but when she wrapped her tail tight around the little black-and-white-patched creature, her little arms clasped tighter around it, ready for more. That would just... have to be enough.

Clambering to her feet once more, the dragon rumbled anxiously, her hunger building rapidly. She swung the overstuffed lapin under her, holding her just barely above the floor by the grip of her tail. She stood straight on all four powerful, clawed legs now, taking just a moment to ensure the tiny creature was angled just right-- before setting into a brutal, snarling rut. The full power of her haunches drove in to fuck this tiny, morbidly stretched snatch, and the rabbit hung screaming in silence, head hanging inches above the floor, swinging wildly back and forth as her body was drilled through time and again. Her legs were splayed wide in a slutty offering, feet only just jutting out to either side of the dragon's bulk, driven high and wide apart by those scaled hindlegs plowing in against her. Her little toes curled in, and her legs even tried to hug to the beast, but it was moving too fast, too heavy and rough for her to even hope to keep hold of the Myrdragon's bulk.

Now this was a hole. The dragon rejoiced, neck stretching out to keen lustfully as she rutted her little toy. It still wasn't as good as having a proper she-dragon to mount, of course, but the devotion of the creature under her made up for it in its own way. More importantly, better than toying gingerly with little creatures that could tear any moment, this one took well to the magics. It felt wonderful just to mount and hump away again! To pour the full fury of her lust into a hot little hole, properly taken from above as befits a dragon. To the hilt, without hesitation or reservation.

The first heavy slap of those balls to her back sent a shudder through the rabbit. The heavier the strokes came, the harder the dragon's massive sack slapped to her spine, her sheath mashing in against the rabbit's savaged lips. Fortunately, at such an angle she only took the very end of the swing-- those wrecking balls could have really done her in at full speed. Still, it sent a shock through her with every impact, yet another part of the dragon's anatomy hammering down on her strained little form. She could only grin loosely, wondering what they'd do to her when their time came. She almost thought she could feel them slapping a little tighter, a little closer to that sheath with each impact.

Myrilla's vision blurred as she rutted away at that scrap of flesh under her, tail yanking her back to meet every thrust. It had been Julie that asked about her sex life, that reminded her how long it had been. It hadn't been by accident, her... celibacy, of sorts. Finding someone that accepted her for what she was, in more ways than one, had been... difficult. But Julie... She didn't know how, but she could FEEL the emotions within the little rabbit: love, adoration, devotion. It didn't make any sense, but... she really seemed to accept her, to want her. Even now, even like this! After years and years of frustration, humiliation, quietly hating herself and the world and burying herself in her work or in the drink, for just this moment, she felt genuinely desired-- she couldn't even doubt it, or wonder if she was just being nice. It was oozing off of her, clinging to that fat dragon cock with her juices each time it yanked free. Love. Warmth flooded through her.

The next impact came tight against the small of the rabbit's back, and her eyes flew open as that behemoth swelled and jerked angrily in her gut. The already monstrous base swelled into a terrifying mass of engorged flesh within her, her pelvis warped and locked inextricably to that musky sheath. The rabbit managed a single, tiny squeak before the first blast hit.

A single, oblong shadow streaked across the floor past her head, and for an instant the rabbit might have feared she'd finally been torn open-- but the hide of her belly snapped back as the overwhelming force of the first blow melted against the inside of her womb, dragon seed roiling back in on itself, softening the blow from the second geyser half a second behind it. Her belly surged up, and out, and down, rolling heavily over her breasts as it throbbed in time with that beast locked to her cunt, her own fluffy white hide jerking and rolling steadily to smother her. The rabbit managed a few weak little gasps for air before she was buried in the warm, sloshing mass of her absurdly stuffed belly, weighing her down to press her head to the floor and bury her in the dragon's spunk. If she was going to go, she reflected with what few neurons she could still fire off, she'd never find a better way.

The dragon roared its victory, the heavy glass surrounding them trembling with the rebounding crash of her voice exultating her lusts, satisfied. She bred that womb mercilessly, sure that even a proper dragon would be left gravid and irritable with the fruit of her loins. And of all things, the perverted little... modification this mortal form gave her, this... knot... served well to satisfy her. While amusing, it was rather dissatisfying to see one's plaything blown across the cave with the first spasm of pleasure, especially if one forgot to keep a good grip. Reminded, she slowly unwound her tail from deep within that mess, snickering faintly as the little mortal seemed to be reduced to little more than a great ball of her juices with a couple legs sticking out. A fine summary of their purpose, perhaps. With warm, smug satisfaction, the dragon closed its eyes, its lust, its vigor, and its rabid jealousy abated for the time being. It melted quietly away.

Gasping softly, Myrilla snapped her eyes open, blinking and peering around. She'd zoned out for a few moments in the utter joy of... Oh. She blinked down at the rotund mass under her, the ridges that passed for her cheekbones heating somewhat. Was that... Julie? Was she going to be okay like that?? The Myrdragon grunted and peered around a moment before shifting a bit awkwardly, trying to find a way to maneuver. She could try turning around... no, twisting at the tiny creature with so much weight on either side could be more dangerous than anything! She huffed thickly and started crawling forward. There was only barely enough clearance for her to scrabble past the great balloon of a rabbit on the tips of her claws, rolling her slowly over onto that belly. It was a little more uncomfortable than usual, but she let her shaft swing well back between her hindlegs, her freshly relieved orbs sitting sprawled across the rabbit's back as the rest of her rolled into view.

The white-and-black was well mashed into her own belly, her ears half-melded into her own fur, but the stirring seemed enough to drag a little air into her lungs, for after a moment, she jerked and gasped weakly, head pulling up a little. Her little paws spread and pushed at herself, but they sank into that taut hide in a fashion similar to a waterbed. She managed to crane her head around shakily and spot Myrilla peering down at her in concern. She managed a small, dazed smile and collapsed into her belly again. Myr grunted and relaxed a little, supposing she must have been... as okay as one could be, in such a position. The Myrdragon rumbled slowly, shifting and fidgeting a few times before finally managing to settle down on her haunches, her broad orbs snug between her rear and the rabbit's back, though the little one was pulled almost upright, sprawled across the bed of her belly at a high angle. The globe that was her belly stretched just a little higher than the dragon's back now as she rested her belly on the cool stone.

The cameras took in the whole absurd arrangement in silence. Some twenty minutes in, the Myrdragon finally began to shrink, fidgeting some as her tail retracted, her limbs slimmed, and various bones melded back together as her scales dwindled and vanished. Halfway through, her knot finally shrank free and the dragon-turned-canine popped free with a yelp, jerked from her nap and suddenly surfing a glut of spunk to wash a few feet across the floor. Julie appeared to be entirely unconscious even as her body rocked with the force of seed fountaining out of her, though it soon slowed to a steady pour, urged on by the weight of her body on top of the mass. Drowsy and embarrassed, Myrilla was noisily instructed to return to the original chamber, and as she proceeded through the massive glass doorways, blushing blue and wiping gouts of seed off herself, she spied a few attendants rushing in through the small access door to retrieve Julie. They were still trying to work her through the frame despite her bulk as the colossal, steel blast door slid shut behind her.

And she was alone again.

Days passed. She was provided with supplies to wash and food, but the only faces she saw were tight with fear and studying the ground intently as supplies were half-thrown into the room. At least she had a couch now. One spot on it smelled like Julie, but that wore off by the next day. She'd sigh and just lie there. Worrying.

She only knew it was night because the lights suddenly cut off with a SNAP from every side. She'd jump every time, blinking in the absolute darkness. It took quite a while to relax enough to try to sleep. She tended to doze during the day now.

It had been four days, or so she'd reckoned, and she'd laid alone in the darkness for what was probably at least an hour. Remembering dumb things from her childhood, from the college years. Wondering if she could have done something different, something better. If maybe there were more people like Julie in the world. She scrubbed over her face, promising herself Julie wasn't... gone...

Another loud clack set her fur bristling as she nearly fell off the couch. A crack, a brilliant, vertical line opened slowly into a doorway, and Myrilla sheltered her eyes with a hand, trying to make something out. A single figure cast a shadow across the miserable dog, and her ears perked at the shuffle of feet. The figure drew closer, and the blazing rectangle slid shut on itself, casting her into darkness once more. She was not alone.

A smaller light snapped on, casting a yellow oval across the floor. Myrilla blinked, struggling to make something out as she pushed herself up on the sofa. "Who's there?" What would they do if they decided she wasn't worth... experimenting on after all? What would they do with her, and how would they go about it? It wasn't the first time she'd wondered. The figure drew closer, and Myrilla bristled. "What do you want?" Her voice was brittle.

"Sshhh." The flashlight descended, and rolled across the floor to bump the foot of the couch. Myr started to reach for it, but the broad glow the light cast across the floor dimly illuminated the creature before her. Two long ears stood high on her head. "I'm not supposed to be out of medical yet."

"Julie!" Myrilla straightened, and fell faintly back into the couch, scrubbing at her face. Gods. She wasn't going to cry. She tried to say something, but her voice shook and she broke off.

A few shuffles, and the couch sagged slightly next to her. "Not so loud, Doctor." An amused tinkle rose in her voice, though she sounded tired. "If Tremic happens to check in, we could both have a pretty bad day." A paw rested on her shoulder.

"Y... you're okay..." Myrilla meant to make it a question, but it was all she could do to keep her voice level. She scrubbed her eyes dry before peeking up at her. The rabbit was smiling warmly, the dim light barely caressing her fur, setting every bristle into a gentle contrast. She wore a loose gown. "You... really just came straight from the hospital! You shouldn't--!" Concern gave her voice strength, but the rabbit pressed against her and stole it away, arms looping gently around her.

"I knew you'd be worried, and Tremic wouldn't do a thing to make your life easier if it didn't make her a profit. And I..." She paused, falling into silence a moment before drawing a deep breath. "Dr. Winterbeau... Myrilla. I was brought onto this project to act as your psychological support. I was supposed to provide therapy and keep you going through the procedure as quickly and efficiently as possible. They pay me to be nice to you." Her eyes were invisible in the darkness, though they lingered very close to the canine's now. "But... well..." she giggled nervously of a sudden. "I read your file... and I watched you, and I spoke to you, and I saw what you were going through, what you've always been going through, and... it reminded me of a lot of the things I've been through, and... at some point, I realized that... Myrilla, I--"

"I know." Myrilla managed a quiet smile of her own. "When I was... that thing... I couldn't think very well, but I could... feel things. I could feel what you were feeling. About... me." The rabbit blinked, and a sheepish smile spread on her face. Myr slipped an arm around the rabbit, then the other. In the darkness, their lips found each other.

The rabbit was still smaller than her, but after their last... encounter, she felt large, and a little strange, but still familiar. Myrilla's paws moved a little awkwardly over the rabbit, stroking over her sides, finding herself unsure yet trusting in the ragged affection swelling in her heart. She was just glad to have Julie back, and to finally have someone that... Someone that cared, and desired her. She found herself breathing deeply, still on the verge of tears as she broke the kiss to peck over the rabbit's cheeks, eliciting little giggles that turned to coos as the blue canine kissed down into her neck. She wanted to... she wanted to have her. The right way.

One of her paws finally slid down to give Julie's backside a proper squeeze, and the rabbit murred softly in approval, wiggling into her paw a little. Myrilla huffed, finding a warmth swelling within her, and she pushed the rabbit over onto the sofa-- eliciting a sharp gasp from the lapin that gave Myrilla pause. She swallowed, drawing still, leaning over the woman. "You're... still hurt?"

Julie smiled ruefully in the dim, yellow light. "I'm still a little tender, but the doctors were all amazed how quickly I recovered. They said I'd basically come out almost unharmed. 'Like magic,' they said." She reached up, rubbing up the canine's belly through her rough blouse. "And I know whose magic it was. Come here..." She grabbed a fistful of the fabric over her breasts and pulled her close, slipping one leg up and around the canine's other side.

Myrilla could only mumble a faint agreement before she found herself pulled into a deep kiss, and as the rabbit's legs closed around her, she found her pants were becoming increasingly tight. Puffing faintly into the kiss, cheeks warm, her paws slid down to jerk at her own clothes, caring little if they came off or came apart, that was what they were for, wasn't it? She sprung free with a faint rip and a low pant, blue flesh slapping to the rabbit's gown. The lapin squirmed and giggled softly, giving the canine's lip a playful bite, and Myrilla found a soft growl swelling in her throat as she pulled the hospital gown up and open. Hard, faintly glistening flesh pressed suddenly to tender folds, slick and trailing juices along Myr's length as she found herself grinding along that sweetness with a throaty groan.

The rabbit echoed her, legs drawing a little tighter, but she caught her breath a moment to warn the canine, "just... be gentle. I'm still..." Myrilla nodded, nuzzling down her cheek as she shifted slowly to position herself. How long had it been since she'd had a proper partner? Since she'd felt comfortable in another's arms? She shuddered softly as she guided herself with one paw to nestle her tip against those lips. She was so hot...

Her hips rolled in, trembling a little trying to hold back, and the rabbit opened in welcome to her with only a moment's resistance. Soft, passionate moans broke from them almost in unison as their bodies slowly joined, and Myrilla leaned down, setting heavy on her elbows around the rabbit. Her paws slid around Julie's back and shoulders as she worked in, clutching her close, their breaths setting their plump breasts pushing firmly into each other, rising and falling together as one gasped and the other sighed. The more she tasted of Julie's depths, the more desperately she needed to shove home, to break into a frenzied rut, but she was already concerned-- the rabbit was leaking tight, breathless noises as she sank deep into those luscious folds.

"S-so... big..." Julie finally managed to whisper with a faint, rueful giggle, paws rising to clutch at Myr's sides, dull claws digging at her through her blouse.

She'd thought the rabbit had felt surprisingly tight, considering, but she couldn't help but smile embarrassedly now, her voice breathy as she murmured, "even after...?"

"You protected me... Doctor." The word sounded strangely intimate all of a sudden as the smiling bun squeezed at Myrilla both within and without. "You could hardly tell anything happened, beyond the soreness..." The canine murred a soft worry over the rabbit's pain, but supple thighs tightened around her waist, drawing her in until she jutted against the rabbit's inner limit. Julie gasped out, arching against the couch, and after a bare sigh, she rolled her hips in a slow, tender grind around the canine, who had to grit her teeth against the seductive, delicious sensation of that canal rolling in spirals around her, massaging at her shaft. "Even when you aren't turning into things, I must say, you're... quite equipped for the occasion, Doctor."

Myrilla couldn't suppress a flush of heat across her cheeks at that, half for the rabbit's brazenly flirtatious tone. Still, she couldn't help but push a firm grind in against that inner limit, eliciting a high, half-choked cry from the smiling rabbit. "You... like them big, don't you?" Myrilla managed a devilish little smile as a thought occurred to her. "Maybe that's the real reason you like me-- you like them as big as you can get them." She gave another grind, earning a shaky moan from the rabbit as she squirmed and ground around that heavy rod.

The moan broke into a giggle, and finally the rabbit sighed, trying to steady herself a moment. "Myrilla... the stones-- hem. The stones might start those transformations in you, but your ability to change is an innate part of you. Those creatures are a part of your identity. So... yes. Partly, I like you because you can turn into something amazing and terribly sexy. And I especially like you because you're still something amazing and sexy even when you're not big and terrible." She giggled at herself this time and slipped a paw down between them to caress the base of that shaft-- only to find the canine had several inches still waiting to taste that bunny cunny, even as she ground against the woman's cervix. "G-gods! You really are..." She moaned softly as her hips rolled up nearly of their own accord to grind over the canine's fat rod, spearing her insides on its fat throbbing tip as a soft growl threaded in the canine's throat. "Ohhh, I'm going to regret this..."

"Maybe we should... hold off on..." Myrilla barely managed a plaintive suggestion, half through her teeth, but those legs drew in hungrily, demanding more of the blue dog, and she couldn't help but roll into a buck or three, grinding an inch or two in and out of the rabbit with what space she had. Slowly, those legs loosened just enough to let her drag and push in more, then still more, panting out thickly as her control gave way to raw hunger for this hot little hole. She tore her blouse off at last, straightening and pulling the girl's rear up a little into her lap, and she knelt upright on the couch, panting out as she fed inch after inch into her lover with naked, helpless lust. It had been ages, abominable ages, and she'd nearly forgotten how wonderful it could feel to really wet her cock in a proper hole.

Sprawled out half on her shoulders and head, Julie was helpless but to take the canine's pounding, moaning out earnestly as the blue canine dug at her insides, laboring to cram just another hair of that fat, azure piece inside her. She could feel herself straining, slowly giving way, and her cries swelled steadily higher, more desperate as the pain sharpened deliciously. Just a little harder... Just a little...! Her heels dug at the dog's rear, and Myrilla seized in at the rabbit's hips as she powered in with a bare snarl, suddenly bursting through all at once. A scream burst from the rabbit, her paws clutching at her belly, feeling the subtle swell the canine had punched into her as Myrilla panted and throbbed, balls deep in that hot cunt and caught in a daze for one shuddering moment.

It had never felt this good. She'd had a few times, and it had been pretty nice, but this was... fantastic. Even what she remembered of the overwhelming pleasure those... creatures had indulged in, those other her's, couldn't compare. She was completely encased in this quivering, moaning rabbit, and it felt absolutely right in the most sinful, yet divine way. Like everything she'd thought was wrong had turned out to be so, so right. And she felt... liberated.

She stooped down, still giving fat, potent throbs against the straining walls of the rabbit's womb, steadily marking her with pulses of pre as she slid a paw behind the panting bunny's head and drew her into a sultry kiss. Julie's arms slipped up around her, weak but clinging fervently, and Myrilla's tongue slid into the rabbit's mouth, swirling languidly around the lapin's tongue, setting her shivering and mewling faintly, and the sound was distorted, wet, and lewd between them. The kiss broke with a dual gasp, and Julie saw in the faint light a glimmer of something familiar under a blue brow. The dragon. She panted, eyes lighting up hungrily. She was going to get all of her now.

The canine scooted forward even as the rabbit barely made the realization, and her hips plowed forward, shoving the rabbit across the couch with a yelp. That rod dug hungrily at her womb, the canine holding her head up to slide her tight against the far armrest, setting her shoulders against it and scooting in again. Now she was trapped-- the couch pushed in at her shoulders and back, holding her in place as the canine dragged out with aching slowness, letting her feel every thick vein trail through her strained cervix and slip free of her slick, clinging lips, before she plowed in with a hungry snarl to slam into the depths of her gut. Broad, blue-furred hips ground in at her rear, her legs pushed high and spread wide again under the force of Myrilla's lust. Julie's eyes were watering, she was twitching with little spasms of strain, but she wouldn't stop the dog now. Not for anything in this world.

Heavy, wet slaps marked every impact of the canine's churning balls on that spread bunny butt, punctuating Myrilla's heavy sighs and pants as juices trailed down her crack, stringing out between cheeks and orbs only to splatter across the couch time and again. Julie was unabashedly soaked, and the canine was drooling constantly into the very core of her as her balls slowly tightened with the need to make a proper deposit. The rabbit bit down on her lip, realizing how close the dog was drawing with a wash of regret, despite her pains. Thankfully, the closer Myrilla came to climax, the more savagely she pounded in, fighting a losing battle to claim ever more of the rabbit before it was too late. High cries broke from the rabbit in shards and bursts as broad, powerful hips pummeled at her with rapidly growing fervor, pistoning that nigh-monstrous length through her poor little cunnie in a blur of heavy impacts.

Pinned against wood and paw, spine straining under the pressure, the air nearly shoved from her with every blow, the ravaged rabbit could barely muster a choked cry when the assault broke into a single, heavy thrust, that creature pausing to twitch and throb dangerously as the base began to bloat against her tender inner walls. One more drag pulled a high whimper from her, legs spasming and clenching around the canine, and the finale came in a single, snarling rush, steeling, swollen flesh barreling into her, knot barely slowing a moment in strain against her poor lips before ramming through, stretching her out brutally only to swell all the larger in the lush wrappings of her bruised inner flesh. The canine ground and rutted rapidly at the insides of that cunt without ever quite pulling that brutal mass of a knot free, rattling the last of Julie's air from her in a desperate whine, her eyes staring blankly as that brutally churning mass of cock in her gut shoved her fully into orgasm-- an instant before the first potent throb bored Myrilla's seed straight into her womb.

A distant scream wound from the rabbit's throat as her belly was stuffed, before Myrilla's mouth seized hers in a passionate, huffing kiss, pushing the air down into her again as she stuffed wad after wad after aching, pent up wad into that devastated pussy, hips grinding in as if to drive right through the rabbit's pelvis as she bred her. Julie's arms slipped around the canine limply, and she puffed for air desperately through her nose even as she pressed up into the kiss, shuddering weakly with the waves of heat spreading heavy across her form, radiating from her rapidly expanding womb. Even like this, she thought dreamily, Myrilla was just a little bit monstrous...

The two collapsed together in the dim light, panting and quivering lightly as their every subtle shift sent electric pleasure through the other. Julie's belly was a plump cushion under the canine, and she was content to sprawl over her and rest, soon drifting into a contented sleep such as she hadn't known in some time. For just a little while, the air was warm and pleasantly musky around them, and they basked in their small pocket of happiness. Above, mounted on the cold concrete walls, the cameras watched on.