Pregnancy Stream Story 4: The Jackal's Mate
Here's another story of the Redhoods from FA: Rayoelgatubelo 's universe, getting ambushed, bitten, and raped by the were-creatures that are their sworn enemies. I'm a little surprised that there's much of the order left at this point, but perhaps we're simply not seeing their victories.
The Jackal's Mate for Ray by Draconicon
Aglaia screamed as her armor was ripped from her, the plates of metal landing in the sands beside the road, her horse running for its life. Not that she could blame it. With the creature standing over her, she wished she could do the same.
The Redhood lifted her wounded arm as best she could, but it was too weak to bring her blade in the air. The were-jackal knocked it aside, sending the sparkling weapon into the tunes along with her armor. He straddled her, squatting over her belly with his erect cock slapping against her skin. She cried out for help, her voice echoing in the empty desert before dying out.
"You...are mine..."
The creature growled at her, grabbing her face. Aglaia half expected it to be torn off, but the creature caressed her instead, its fingers drawing down her cheekbone in a touch that was almost tender. Almost; the claws ruined it.
She had no patience for that. She turned her head, biting one finger. The creature screamed, but so did she as he slapped her, her cheek colliding with the road.
"You're mine...you took what I had...now you'll replace her."
You...no, it can't be...
The creature forced her legs wide, shoving them so far apart that she swore she could feel the bones creaking. Her arm burned as he forced it down against the road, but it wasn't the ground that burned. No, it was the bite mark he'd left her with. The burning was spreading from it, and soon she'd be like him.
"No! You can't! Just kill me!"
"No, I won't. You'll be mine. Just a few minutes. Then mine."
His cock, however, wasn't going to wait. She could feel it throbbing between her legs, bestial and awful. It was bigger than a man's by some measure, and she could already tell that it would rip her apart. Likely it would speed up her transformation, too. She had to avoid it. She had to make him kill her.
Squirming, she managed to get one hand free, and swung it towards his cheek. He turned his head at the last second, biting down on her wrist. The points of his teeth broke the skin, but not enough to open her veins. She hissed in pain, trying to wrench her hand free and finish the job, but he held her too well. He grabbed her with his free hand, pushing her hand back down to the road.
She could already feel the fur sprouting from her skin as he slammed in, forcing her hips off of the ground and shoving her down into the road. The smooth, unnatural nature of the beast's cock let him slide in further than he should, and Aglaia screamed again, her face twisting up at the pain of being raped.
His claws dug into her as he held her down, the pain almost bad enough to distract her from her pussy being ripped apart, his knot battering at her and forcing his cock in deeper still. She could almost swear that there was a bulge against her stomach, like he was raping her deep enough to be tearing her body apart, but it wasn't killing her. It wouldn't; with the transformation underway, there was little that could.
I wish I'd kept that silver coin, now, she thought. It wouldn't have done much to a person, but if she had swallowed it now, it might have stopped the process.
As it was, she could do nothing but endure it, watching as her body's skin was obscured by a new coat of fur. It was light, nearly white along her chest, but along her sides it turned tan. The few times that she could see along the backs of her hips - which was more often than usual, from how hard the jackal raped her - she could see a darker fur flowing out from her.
His wild cousin, she thought, more calmly than she thought herself capable of. I'm becoming one of the jackals.
A particularly deep thrust almost shoved his knot into her, and she screamed to the heavens when he did, throwing her head from side to side and arching her back in her desperate attempt to get away from him. All that accomplished were further scratches down her arms, which - alone of all the things on her - didn't heal.
"Let me go! Let me go-aaaaaoo!"
Her voice twisted as much as her face did, her nose darkening as it slowly pushed out from the rest of her face. Her lips followed, the two of them aimed towards a narrowed point ahead of her. It twisted and pulled, cracking as her face was forcefully reshaped, but she was thankful for the pain. It took her mind away, at least for a few seconds.
The pain of her ears flowing towards the top of her head was nowhere near as intense, and she almost forgot about them until she rolled her head the wrong way. Crushing it beneath her skull left her crying, whimpering, even as it healed again when she turned her head the other way.
When she opened her eyes again, she had a full muzzle, with sharp teeth and a long tongue. Her eyes were half crossed looking down it, and it took her a moment to look anywhere else. When she did, she looked down as she realized there was a greater weight holding her down than before.
Looking at her new breasts left her whimpering more than before. They'd been modest before, a warrior's breasts, a chest that didn't get in the way. Now they looked more like the breasts of a whore, one who used them to attract men for the night. At least, they would have if the whores were furred. On her, it looked as bestial as the cock that was still pounding her.
To her shame, it no longer hurt, at least not as much as the start. She felt her juices starting to flow, and whined.
He leaned down, licking her cheek. She turned away, but he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.
"No. You're mine...my mate..."
"I'm not!"
"You are. And you'll obey."
Her tail sprouted at that time, pushing out as he ground his knot against her. It felt so strange to have something coming out of her at the same time as something going in, and somehow, it enhanced the feeling. She bit her lip, trying not to make a sound, but eventually, one wiggled out.
She moaned.
Aglaia could hardly believe it, but a legitimate moan slipped past her lips before she could stop it. The jackal above her smiled, his black fur shimmering as he pushed his knot harder against her, battering against her with that encouragement, and she wasn't able to stop him.
A Redhood...belongs to themselves and the lord...not to an animal, she thought as she panted, but the mantra brought her no relief. She was being taken, transformed, owned by an animal, and there was nothing she could do about it. Even her pain was being turned to his purpose, as she almost embraced him to get the healing that the transformation would bring.
Suddenly he started thrusting harder, pinching her nipples as her breasts continued to grow. She gasped, almost lifted off of the road by the roughness, but more than that, her pussy clenched down harder than ever, making her feel every bit of his cock. As her legs re-shaped, shifting, crackling about, Aglaia did the last thing she expected to ever do for one of these monsters.
She came.
She screamed, she shook her head in denial, and she pleaded in her head for forgiveness, but she came, her juices dripping into the sands as she was rutted like a beast. Her body shook, and in that moment, the jackal slammed his knot past her pussy lips.
It was a shock to her system as he held himself there, and she felt the jetting pulses of his seed filling her womb. It was hot, wet, and unnaturally plentiful, and as the glow of her orgasm faded, she was filled with more shame than ever.
The jackal licked at her nose, and she groaned, but didn't turn away.
"I never had pups before. You will give me a family."
"Why?"
"Because you are mine, and I want it."
"No, why are you doing this to me?"
"Because you took what was mine. It's only proper that you replace it."
Aglaia shook her head. She expected no other answer from the creature, but she had hoped for something. She had done nothing but her job, fulfilling her quest to fight against the night-spawn, and now they thought it gave them a right to turn her into one of them?
"I will not stay with you."
"You have no choice."
"You can't watch me forever."
"I won't have to." He curled his finger under her chin, his cum still pumping into her. "You're mine. You will do what I say. You have no other option."
"I'll fight you every step of the way."
He smiled.
"Kiss me."
Against her will, Aglaia felt her body rising up, reaching out for the jackal above her. She fought it, straining to keep her body against the ground, but somehow, the command won out. She slowly leaned her body up, her mouth in a deep frown as she pressed her lips against the creature's.
He kissed her back, his hands groping and fondling her body as they shared a kiss. Much as she tried, she couldn't break it, even as he pinched her nipples painfully hard, even when he tugged his knot against her and felt like he was going to tear her apart.
It was only when he pulled back that she was able to breathe again, and move freely. She lifted her fist to punch him, but he talked again before she could.
"Caress me."
No matter how hard she tried, her fist opened at the last second, stroking his muzzle rather than punching it. She screamed inside, desperately trying to do something to hurt him, anything to make him mad, but all she could do was follow orders. And he laughed.
"You will make a fine mother for our pups."
"I'd die first."
"You will never have the chance. I'll watch over you every night, and every day."
That's precisely what I'm afraid of...
The End