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I was in a poor position, and we both knew it. I did not know, or remember, enough about this wolf to judge his capabilities or what he might do if threatened. I had vowed no more harm to my kin. I could not risk them, especially the trio so near him. So, with the begrudging acquiescence of my lovers, I responded to his offer. "I will hear you out, and judge later."

My tentacle loves were quick to seek out my exhausted daughters as I sent them away, their part of my awareness filling with worry and affection as the two girls were curled up in their slippery embrace. While not nearly as mobile as before, even with my massive belly I seemed capable of carrying it. The dome rippled with the movement of tentacles, constant breeding building up a tremendous backlog. Under normal circumstances I would have birthed at least twice since leaving the house, but they knew now was not the time. So they just grew bigger and stronger within me, ready to defend me when the time came. With a few waddles forward I approached him, the vixen he'd tied panting and shivering as his cum bred her heavier. "But first, you must stop breeding her."

With a laugh he paused his rutting, the swollen broodmother whining as she stopped swelling. "If you insist. But I'm not done cumming yet." As he pulled free he turned towards me, a thick gusher of his seed firing from the sloppy tip to catch me across the muzzle. My knees went wobbly, eyes rolling back while my world spun. It went straight to my brain! Oh gods, my pussy drenched itself already, my belly finding itself on the floor and my paws rubbing the sludge about my face while my tongue sought a taste. More followed quickly, lancing across my milky tits and neck, sticking to my ears, coating one eye...across my nose...in my mouth...

When had I started sucking his cock? The taste of the female still trembling nearby mixed with his as I found myself slobbering over his dick. I felt as if I was starving, a craving forgotten but not quelled rising up to engulf me as his knot swelled inside my mouth, cum rushing down my throat in quantities my tentacles could make as more still bubbled up around my tongue and out my nose. I was trapped on his shaft, gulping hungrily like a well-trained slut, shivering and cumming myself silly as he spoke to me. "You remember this part, I see. Such a good bitch. I told you you'd miss my dick. You tried to deny it, but everyone knows you're just as addicted to me as you are to your slithering friends... You love everything about my cock, especially how many pups I've pumped inside you." His paws ran through my hair, his hips jerking back and forth to fuck my throat ever so slightly. My nose was forced into his sheathe, every breath suffused with his musk as I felt my body respond. It wanted him. It needed him. Everything he did to me set me on edge, made me want to beg him to fuck and breed me. I wanted to be his bitch. Had my mouth been free I might have announced it to the world.

The look in my eyes was apparently enough as he gave a throaty laugh, grabbing my hair and ears as he looked down at me. "There's no denying it. You're just as desperate now as you were then. But now you can't think of why you fought me. Such stubbornness, even when you howled so happily each time I impregnated you. You clenched so hard around my knot as I filled your womb, shook so blissfully as I brought you to orgasm, and yet you refused to admit you were a breeder slut at heart. The tentacles did an excellent job with you. Ironic, really..." I felt my loves rage as I found myself unable to fight back, some offense he'd done to them bleeding into my mind. I could feel myself pulling back from this drug-like stupor his musk induced, only to have magic course through me to wrap me up again. "No no no, little slut mortal. You're mine. You are MY queen. Once you accept your destiny, and my offer, nothing will stop us."

Something about what he did and said tugged at my very being. It felt right, even as my loves cried at how wrong it was. But he was still cumming. Buckets and buckets of it flowing into my belly, making me quiver as I desired it inside my womb. Between the musk in every breath and the sloshing seed in my stomach I couldn't think straight. Without my loves to help I wouldn't have thought at all. He had done something to my past self, leaving me weak to his influence! My gaze focused just a little, letting me stare at him defiantly while knotted to his dick, making him grin. "Good. Don't lose that. I want you feisty when I make you mine completely. My queen..."

When at last I was released from his cock, a few sticky wads plastering my face as he pulled free, I found myself turned around as I recovered. "Time to really remind you who your King is." His huge paws pressed to my belly, the lakes of tentacle cum inside me swirling about before...before...oh gods what was he doing?! The young not from my tentacles...the young that responded to their father's call, all that cum was feeding their growth. I could feel them pass through stages, taking shape, heartbeats strengthen, movement start...there were so many! My belly grew to match, fattening with...with...oh it had to be hundreds or more! "Feel our litters grow inside you...how prolific we have been. You and I, we are compatible in so many ways. We understand things others don't, and we can breed more like us to remake the world as we see fit. This place is full of the weak, the lazy, and the undeserving. It was ripe for conquest. It just needed the right fool with power to open up the way for me, and for me to find my Queen."

More magic pumped into my belly, the agitation of my tentacle babies quelling even as their fathers held me back from this compulsion to obey him. Without them I might have given in already, so great was my bliss, the feel of his still leaking dick on my rump making me crazy. He had some hook, some squirming tendril in my brain that skipped past every defense that nearly made me dance to his whim. "And so we come to my offer, my bitch, my broodmother, my cumslut, my Queen. Accept the pleasure I can bring you, bear my armies, use this fecund body of yours to bring the nations under my heel as you serve my cock. Let go of your mortal form, and accept the new one I have already built within you. No death, no age, no infirmity. Merely breeding and bliss, an existence where you worry about naught but bearing new legions or getting me to pour more of them inside your incredible cunt."

Gods, why did it feel like everything I ever wanted?! I could feel my tentacle loves holding tight inside my mind, keeping me from falling into this trap of lust and desire he'd set for me. I wanted it, I hated it. I wanted to kill him, I wanted to fuck him. I clung to their smaller awareness amid the storm of my own, nearly slipping away when the wolf's dick split my pussy lips and drove right up into my womb in one powerful thrust. Every smack of his hips against my rump made my body jiggle, the young of my tentacles and this wolf squirming about inside me as his massive balls slapped the underside of my pregnancy. Boundless stamina kept him going at a breakneck pace, every nerve lit up inside my pussy as he knotted me and started cumming. His cum vein thickened inside me as he began to unload, my ovaries rejoicing at the taste of his seed and letting out new eggs to meet the deluge. His sperm squirmed inside me like countless little tentacles, drawing howls of near feral bliss from my muzzle as he shaped my body with pleasure. My conscious mind was not his, but with every sensation of my form so overwhelming it almost didn't matter.

Still he thrust into me, his knot held tight by my traitorous cunt as it slurped voraciously on him. Every gulp of seed, every new egg I felt fertilized, I felt a divide growing between my body and my awareness. Some new presence made itself known...the one which accepted him so readily. It was a piece of my fragmented consciousness that had not integrated into my new one, existing apart from me and my darling tentacles. That bit of me that he'd gotten to before I'd lost myself rose to the fore, my body burning with such need it was difficult to remain sane. This...other form he spoke of. "Always fighting. Always struggling. Just so very stubborn. You have the chance to influence the course of history for the rest of time. Reshape this world in the image you choose. Make a place for our clanswomen as something other than incubators..." I could feel the gentle caresses of this other self, grappling with my loves as I was tugged about. "Bring our tentacles with us. Make them a part of the new world. Purge the corruption in our King's name." Even as I felt the wolf's cum flooding me, packing my womb with jelly-like slime, inundating my eggs, both he and this other me caressed my pregnant form. "You feel how strong they are. They are like we were. Like our King is. Strength of arms, of magic. Strength to rule and to shape. We will bear him everything he wants and more, always full, always pregnant, always birthing. Our young will be the foundation for a new order of things. You merely have to take my paw..."

"NO!" The word rang through the fog in my awareness, cutting the magical haze cleanly as the voice from my lost memory came to me. A fox like me, the look of fear on his face plain as he reached for me. "Don't listen, love! He'll do to you what he did to us!" He and the other me grabbed ahold of me, more fox-like arms joining in as younger foxes helped the older one hold tight. The other me held strongly, tendrils curling about my heavy form as they pulled back and forth, the wolf still railing and impregnating my body making thought and decision impossible. "Cecil, darling...you must learn to let go. Neither of us are what we once were. We never will be again. My King did not kill you completely because you and our children still held a use. Continue to fight and he will no longer have a place for you in our new world." Cecil? That name felt so familiar...

"Do you feel my virility swimming within? Listen to your body, my Queen. Feel as it rejoices at the taste of its Master, how you swell with new life so readily in my paws!" Drug from the war inside me, I was made to feel the surge of pups planted in my belly. Dozens a second, increasing with every twitch of his cock, the wolf's excess making the new young grow rapidly to leave me a massive, helpless ball of his litters. I couldn't even touch the ground anymore, my belly extending far to the side as my tits gushed cream for them all. "Bear my young!" At that declaration I felt the twinge inside me of impending birth. My womb contracted even as it grew, ready to bring his pups into the world yet blocked by his cock. "Beg me to let you!"

It was only being struck dumb from the mix of pleasures that kept me from doing exactly as he said the moment he said it. Only the most tenuous grasp of my tentacle-infused awareness remained, the voice of the fox keeping me from slipping into stupefied surrender. "You survived everything he did to you! Fought back when you don't even know your name! Refused to give in under even the most impossible of situations! Even when we were turned against you, made to break you, who you are did not change! Don't let him take that from you too!" Amid the storm threatening to wash me away I looked upon his face within my mind. I knew it from before, but...where did I know it now? I had not seen any males of my kind since returning.

No, not the face. The being. What lay behind it? I knew...I knew...

KATRINA!

My loves. My tentacles. My Cecil!

I felt them all again. My loves. Our babies. They had nearly been split from me again! My Cecil, our sons, so many of our clan brothers and fathers! I remembered now. The wolf and his men had killed us. Stolen our hope and our future. The invaders had desecrated our bodies, mutated and bound our spirits to new mindless forms. I felt our memories wash together, still fragmented but enough. I was them, they were me, and as the twisted corruption of myself fought to drag me back from them we turned as one upon her. Through them I escaped the mind shattering pleasure that was my own body, the painful bliss of birth and conception together falling aside as we subsumed this usurper.

Ageless. Deathless. As she was consumed into our shared consciousness, agency crushed and power stolen, I knew what the words meant. What the wolf meant when he spoke of hate and power. His forces within my village died in that moment. Tentacles that had been confused and lost gained our purpose, and a river of cursed blood spilled before the eyes of my kinswomen. Their captors, abusers, and rapists slaughtered to a man at my will but not his. The wolf laughed as he felt the change in me, feeling my body leave its mortal existence behind and his men die at my hand. "Good! Good girl! Destroy your enemies, taste the purity of power alone, and watch as you bring forth their betters!"

In a triumphant howl his cock belched another barrel of his spunk inside me before he pulled back. He meant to let me birth, to fall into a long climactic act of creation, my vulnerable mind there to mold as his Queen and slave. But he would not have me. He could not pull free. Try as he might, struggle as he would, the cunt he had so gleefully bred and trained simply tugged harder when he tried to stop its meal. An agonized snarl left his muzzle as he gripped my ass, claws bared as he pulled and tugged. The path went both ways, and when he fucked into my brain he left a way for me to return the favor. He was immortal. I could not kill him in the normal sense.

But I would drain him dry.

The flood of cum inside me grew to a great raging torrent, his grip failing as he felt his true reserves being slurped out through his cock. My legs wrapped around his waist, my belly growing ever larger with his unwilling input as I sought out his power. I could feel it, taste it, my awakened immortality demanding a sacrifice to rid itself of his taint. His muscles waned, eyes sank, and breathing labored as he tried and failed to stop my power play, the only part of him continuing strong being his dick. He had not planned for me to be cogent enough to even attempt such a thing, much less succeed, and in his arrogance had left me an opening. I could feel him scrambling to shut off my pathway to his source of might, my loves smacking his attempts away as I devoured the heart of his immortal form.

Waterfalls poured into my belly, sowing more children in me than my lovers had managed in a month, his body perched atop my massive form as I rose off the floor from the sheer number of pups ready to emerge. No...not pups. Kits. I would erase him. He would have nothing from me, not even my womb. Those innocents in my belly would be mine and mine alone.

My tentacled loves and I felt it when he became mortal again. A shell of himself, his tremendous reserves gone and his cum rush breaking, I had no more use for him. Wrenched from my body, my loves made quick work of him as his blood stained the underside of my belly, the carcass discarded like so much trash as I started to birth...