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They had told her to stay put, told her they were going to take care of something and that they'd be back for her, Ebony and Marc. They took Fox and left. They were fools to leave the door unlocked. Her twin children had not yet been defiled, but the nine-year-olds were only going to be safe for so long.

Quickly, Krystal pulled on her gilded bikini and adjusted it to fit her altered form. Once she was sure it was fit correctly; she hadn't worn it or any other clothing for so many years; she reached down to her children to take their hands. "Come on. We're leaving, sweets. We're going away."

She looked out the viewport at the familiar star dreadnaught hanging in space beyond the station. Great Fox. Home. Her children would be safe. Her eyes turned, looking down to the bare panther cub Ebony, her big golden eyes staring up in anxiety but an undying curiosity. Krystal gave little Ebony a smile, then turned to the blue wolf pup clinging to her other hand.

Little Marc looked excitedly up at her. He was always running around the station, going on adventures, sneaking past his father and the rest of Star Wolf oft times without the team being the wiser. He was a brave little boy and no doubt thought this was only just another game, another adventure to have fun with.

Taking a deep breath, Krystal steeled herself then strode forward. "Quickly, sweets," she whispered to her children as she waddled with them out the door. Oh, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Her belly was so large, how could she hope to be stealthy with the thing sticking out in front of her so much, with it's weight making even the act of walking an arduous chore.

She had to, she reminded herself. It wasn't a matter of whether or not it could be done. It would happen. She would escape with her children. It was only a matter of ease. Difficulty. Down the corridor she led the kitten and pup, pausing only to extend her mind. Good, the mercenaries were all in the main hold, keeping an eye on Falco. She was sure it was him, his smug demeanor was unmistakable.

With the station more or less deserted, Krystal found it easier to waddle quickly through the halls to Star Wolf's private hanger, where the Wolfen and her own Arwing were docked. It would be a tight fit in the cockpit of her snubfighter, she knew, but Krystal would make do.

She had been a slave for so long, had been used and abused without end for ten years. She would not let the same thing happen to the twins trotting beside her. She paused, staring at her Arwing in thought. It would be such a tight fit. Could they really do it? Maybe it would be better just to stay with Wolf and Panther and the prick Leon.

Leon. She felt herself shudder at the thought of the chameleon. They had all raped her at first. They broke her will together, but after she gave herself to Wolf, and eventually Panther, Leon never stopped his cruel domination. Whenever Wolf and Panther were absent, he would sneak into whichever bedchamber she happened to be in. He would hold her down, force himself into whichever hold he pleased, would force his tail, or a fist into another hole. She shuddered again. No. She wouldn't let Leon hurt the twins. She wouldn't let him tie them down, wouldn't let him beat Ebony in the gut after Wolf and Panther leave, wouldn't let him try ceaselessly to knock her up. She wouldn't let him sodomize Marc, wouldn't let him make her watch as he forced himself into the cub's throat, and plunged an arm into his tailhole.

She would die before she let that bastard force whatever object was on hand into her babies bodies. She felt tears coming to her eyes as she was reminded of a time when Leon broke into Panther's quarters and found her sleeping on his bed. She had awoken to a belly as large as it was now and Leon's insane laughter.

He had sedated her, made sure she wouldn't wake up. She had been slightly paralyzed when she awoke not in fear at her suddenly massive belly, but as a residual effect of the drugs.

Just because she couldn't move didn't mean she couldn't feel. Leon laughed at her and shook his head as he held up a large yellow orb. "I told you I'd make your belly big eventually," he menaced as he leaned down to bite roughly at one of her nipples. "I'm up to twenty four of these. Let's try for twenty-five." He held up the grenade for her to see before he moved between her spread legs and forced it into her body.

The memory of her own screams sometimes woke her at night. There was no way in hell she would let her daughter relive her horror of having for force twenty-five grenades out of her belly, laying them like some macabre clutch of eggs.

They had to leave. She strode to the Arwing and bent down, grunting as she lifted Ebony up. "Climb, sweety. Climb into the cockpit. Good girl!" she encouraged, watching the panther cub disappear into the fighter.

She turned to pick up Marc, but a giggle made her look up. The pup had already clambered up onto the large blue G-diffuser. "Into the cockpic, Marc!" she pressed, then carefully climbed up the ship's contours, careful of the big belly rubbing the cool metal hullplating.

Finally, panting, she climbed up into the cockpit and sunk into the ejector-seat. She took a moment to catch her breath, then adjusted her children in her lap, one on each leg. "Alright, come on. We're going home now."

"Home?" Ebony asked, looking around as the canopy dropped and sealed them in. "Isnt the station home?"

Krystal shook her head, turning to look at the starship visible beyond the force field. "No, that-..." she was cut short, however, as a bright flash erupted somewhere between the station and Great Fox. A mind, one she had only been slightly aware of on the edge of her consciousness, winked out of existence. Slippy! She sat in shocked sorrow for several minutes before she shook her head and reached to start flipping switches and keying systems up. "We're almost out." She reached up, resting one of her hands on her bulging belly as it shifted and kicked outward a little. Almost to safety.

She lifted her eyes to the forcefield as the repulsors lifted the ship off the deck. She gasped in horror as she watched the Great Fox's two main cannons start glowing a bright yellow color. Oh no! They were going to destroy the station! She reached down, slamming the accelerator forward even as two gold blasts lanced toward them. The ship rocketed toward the exit of the hanger even as the station around them rumbled and exploded. Fire chased them out of the spacestation, following them into space like a bright monster threatening to consume them.

At full speed, she rushed her Arwing toward Great Fox, overshooting the ship before she could maneuver her arms around her belly and the screaming cubs and get control of the ship. It was ok, they weren't totally out of control. She brought the Arwing about and eased carefully through the rear bay of Great Fox.

She eased the ship into an empty bay within the large hanger and settled it down. Breathing a sigh of relief, she let herself sink into the leather of her seat for a moment. Then she wrapped her blue-furred arms around her children and held them against her gravid body. "Shh, shh, we're safe now. Everything is ok."

*****

She had gotten the children tucked into bed in what ROB had said was designated her quarters. The robot seemed as excited to see her as a robot could possibly be, assuring her that Falco would be as well when he awoke. No wonder he was so tired. Fox, the mindless sex-slut he had become, had fucked him as they flew to the mother ship, fucked him in the hanger, and again while he slept after being returned to their quarters. Krystal had felt as much through her telepathic link to her friends.

Still... he was her Fox. She loved those few moments on Sargasso when all of Star Wolf were gone, off to terrorize some system or another, and she could slip into the cell where Fox was kept. At first she had tried to speak with him, to remain hopeful, but as the years drew on, his ability to communicate with anything intelligible had vanished. After only a dozen months or so, she would slip into his cell and Fox would only moan readily at her.

It broke her hear to see what they had done to him, but the irony was he would fuck her without pause whenever she came to him. Before they were captured, she had to beg him to even kiss her.

Those rare moments alone, when it was just two of them, she made sweet love to her Fox and he rutted her like it was the last time they would ever do so. Standing carefully from her bed, Krystal moved to the desk near the viewport and turned the computer terminal to face her. "Computer, show me security footage of Fox McCloud." She instructed softly.

The monitor flickered to life and she sighed at what images appeared there. They were snuggling, spooning even. She had watched all the members of Star Wolf fuck her Fox countless times over the past decade, had even been a part of it many a time, but seeing a free Fox cuddling with Falco and-... Oh, great, now Falco was rolled on top of Fox and was fucking him soft and gentle like some sort of lover or something!

She hated that watching the two of them gently fucking turned her on. She sighed exasperatedly and reached up to shut the monitor off. Star Wolf was never gentle with him. Sure, Panther and Wolf often times took her slow, gentle, with soft touches and even affectionate kisses when it was just she and one or the other, but never with Fox. He was a fuck toy, a cum dumpster. Nothing more.

"Why aren't you sleeping with us, mommy?" a small little voice startled her. She turned, staring at the little blue wolf standing close by. She blinked, suddenly realizing she had a finger resting upon her clit. Had she been...?

"I'm sorry, I was just... checking on something." She smiled at him, turning in her chair to hold her hands beckoningly toward him. "Come here, sweet."

Marc smiled at his mother and stepped forward. "Don't be jealous, mama." He took both of her hands in his little ones and smiled up at her as he nestled between her legs, against her massive belly. "You still have me. And Ebony."

Of course, she forgot her little boy was empathic. She often did. "I know, sweet. And you have me." She reached a hand up and gently ran her palm over the top of his head. "My beautiful babies."

"Maybe someday," Marc said, his hands gently curling in her white belly fur, "you can help Fox be what you remember, like he was in the stories you tell us. Maybe you can get married, and he'll do to you what the bird is doing to him."

Oh, shit! Marc saw the computer when she was looking at-... She gave a start when she felt a little hand reach down and glide over her damp womanhood and sensitive clit, but what shocked her more was the needy moan that past her lips.

She gripped the arms of her chair tightly, her breath shaky as she inhaled and spoke. "Marc, I..." she gasped and felt her back arch as Marc let his fingers glide back up over her sopping folds and clit.

She lifted her eyes to her son's face and saw only a smile there on the blue wolf's muzzle. It perplexed her at first, why could he possibly be smiling? Sure, he and his sister had been forced to watch numerous times while Star Wolf asserted their dominance on her, or when Leon raped her, but Marc couldn't possibly understand what he was doing to her, could he?

Even as she opened her muzzle, Marc leaned forward and kissed the great swell of her tummy. "I can sense desire in you, mama. It feels the same now as it did when Wolf, or Panther would mate with you, when they thought Ebony and I were asleep." The young wolf again smiled, letting his soft digits glide over her womanhood again.

Krystal reached down quickly, snatching his wrist in a gentle, but firm grip. "Marc, this isn't..." when he stepped back though, Krystal was shocked at what she saw. He was hard as a rock, and at his age! His cock was disproportionate to his little blue body. At six inches long, Krystal gave a quivering gasp as she imagined how large he would be when he was full grown.

She stared at the throbbing red meat for several minutes, then leaned forward and gently took him against her palm. Licking her lips, she gently stroked his penis from knot to tip. Hefting herself to her paws, she waddled toward the bed with one hand cradling her bulging belly, the other leading her son by the hand.

Once she came to her bed, upon which slept little Ebony, she turned and smiled at Marc. "Lay down, sweet. On your back." He seemed to know exactly what she wanted. He clambered up onto the bed and rolled onto his back. Staring at her expectantly, he smiled and held both hands out to her in beckon.

There was no turning back, Krystal thought. She would take her son's virginity, the last vestige of his innocence. Was it something she was really prepared to do? Who cares, she thought as she carefully climbed onto the bed. She was single minded in her determined desire. She needed a cock in her, and Marc was as large as Fox, anyway. He would make do.

Straddling the young boy's lap, she reached down and gently guided his young cock to her slick folds. Moaning to herself, she slowly pressed him into her waiting body, taking the entirety of his length into her before she leaned forward and smiled down at him. From her perspective, she could only see his head around the swell of her gravid belly. He was staring up at her with a needy smile.

"You're right, Marc," she said, reaching down to touch his blue cheek with her palm. "I want this. I want your cock in my pussy, sweet. I want to feel you deep inside and then, my dear, I want you to cum in me. Fill your mommy's belly even fuller with your cum."

Growing up hearing males talk similarly to his mother, Marc knew exactly what it was she was saying and, coupled with the emotions he felt in her, he had a good idea what it was she wanted from him. Marc lifted his hands, curling his fingers gently in his mother's white belly fur as she lifted herself off of him then lowered back down, impaling herself fully on his engorged length once again.

The irony was to great to ignore. Krystal found herself musing that the last dick she had in her sopping wet pussy belonged to her current cock's father, and the one before that belonged to the father of the girl sleeping on the bed next to them. Her eyes opened. When had she closed them? She wasn't even sure anymore. Moaning deeply in the pleasure her son brought her, she turned her eyes on the little girl laying next to them. What she saw only made her moan even more deeply, made her muscles squeeze suddenly at Marc, which in turn caused the boy to hiss and give a little moan of his own.

Ebony lay awake, her eyes staring straight at where her brother and mother were joined. She did nothing but stare, her golden eyes unblinking as she watched her brother's impressive length disappear into their mother again and again with a growing frequency. It was only when the young boy's knot swelled to it's full size and Krystal was unable to do anything but rock her hips against the small pair beneath her that Ebony looked up into her mother's eyes.

Krystal was gasping, squeaking, and moaning as she writhed against her boy's swollen knot. Seeing Ebony's eyes raise to her own, though, made her slow to a stop. Licking her lips, she smiled and held her hands out to the little girl. "Come here, sweet. I need more."

In her lust, she cared about only one person's pleasure at that moment. When Ebony sat up and moved forward, Krystal gently embraced her and guided her face against one of her gravid breasts. "I'm aching, sweet. Please suckle."

It took a moment for her words to make sense to the kitten's ears but when they did, the little panther cub opened her mouth and closed her lips around her mother's hard peak. She suckled and was instantly rewarded with the warmth of her mother's milk washing over her tongue.

Krystal arched her back and moaned deeply, cradling her daughter against her breast while her hips began to rock and grind against Marc of their own accord.

Moaning lightly beneath her, the little blue wolf cub started to rock his hips in time with his mother's movements, thrusting as best as he could into her vulpine body on pure instinct. He felt something building deep in his belly, but he didn't know what it was. All he knew was he wanted more, wanted the fire in his gut to get bigger until, well he wasn't sure what to expect, only that Wolf and Panther felt to be in utter bliss upon the climax of that building pleasure.

Krystal gasped, arching her back as she felt her son's knot swelling within her body. She moaned deeply, inadvertently squeezing little Ebony tightly against her laden breast. "Marc! Fuck!" she cried out as her insides were flooded with hot wolf spunk. Her world began to spin, spiraling all around her as her body squeezed and milked eagerly at the wolfcock emptying it's contents into her already full belly.

By the time she had come down from her high, Krystal released Ebony, who only stared curiously up at her with big golden eyes. Krystal stared back, breathing deeply before she leaned down to gently kiss Ebony upon the muzzle, a sensual kiss a mother should not share with her daughter. The little girl's sweet smell filled her nose, and filled her mind with a sense of desire, curiosity and love. Straightening up, she lifted a hand to caress her daughter's face before she directed "Lay down on your back, sweet. Spread your legs wide."

Ebony did just that, wordlessly obeying her mother's orders. She spread her slender legs and folded her hands patiently on her flat tummy. Her golden eyes never left her mother's own hues.

Krystal smiled, her eyes locked on the panther cub's undeveloped slit barely visible in her black fur. She lifted herself up, gasping as Marc's knot slipped free of her. A rush of cum flooded out of her, coating her inner thighs and Marc's lower body in a slick, glistening sheen.

"Marc, you lost your virginity tonight. I think it's only fair your sister does too." She smiled breathlessly and moved to gently lay at Ebony's side. Somehow she knew Marc knew what to do. He had been forced to watch it often enough. Slowly, the blue vixen lowered her muzzle to her daughter's lips, kissing her deeply, an erotic kiss that grew in passion by the minute. She was acutely aware of her wolfen son positioning himself between his daughter's legs. A gasp from Ebony told her when Marc pressed himself against her virgin cunnt.

Not wanting to miss the moment, Krystal lifted her head, staring down at her little girl's groin as Marc pressed his bright red shaft into her. "Go slow, sweet. Don't hurt your sister."

More and more of that hot red meat sunk into Ebony, spreading her wide and stretching her obscenely around his girth. Suddenly, Ebony gasped, her body tensing up. She gave a small cry and Krystal immediately lowered her head again, smothering the sound in a passionate kiss. She worked her tongue into her daughter's muzzle, exploring her rough appendage eagerly as Marc sank the entirety of his cock into her virgin pussy.

Ebony moaned against her mother's lips, writhing and squirming as her brother dragged himself out of her. He had almost removed his cock from her body when he immediately pushed it back into her, pressing his full length into her body before he removed himself again.

Krystal lifted her head, looking down to where the blue wolf and beautiful panther cub were joined. She licked her lips, reaching a hand down around the expanse of her gravid tummy to gently rub her own clit. "That's it. Nice and slow, Marc. Make your sister feel as good as you made mommy feel." She directed, smiling back at Ebony, who curled her fists in the bedding on either side of her head. Krystal smiled, watching the cub rock her hips against her brother's in a growing eagerness.

Ebony rarely spoke, but she was starting to become quite vocal. The little cub squeaked and moaned, her hips bucking against Marc's increasing pace. It wasn't long at all before Krystal could hear the sound of their hips slapping against one another. She smiled to herself, listening to the music the twins made. Leaning down, she curled her blue lips around one of Ebony's hidden nipples, teasing the hard little nub with the tip of her tongue before suckling hard. Coaxing the pink tip up through the black fur, she lifted her head and repeated the process on the other side.

The only reason she stopped was because Ebony suddenly arched her back off the bed, crying out loudly as her brother's knot swelled within her opening, stretching her young pussy almost past it's limit. The way her back arched, Krystal thought for a moment it might be painful, but she felt nothing but pleasure and desire in her daughter's mind, especially when Marc's impressive package began to fill her undeveloped womb.

Krystal was a little socked at first, but then she grinned excitedly as she watched Ebony's flat tummy start to swell. She grew rounder and rounder until she looked as proportionately pregnant as Krystal herself did! Had Marc cum in her that much too? It certainly didn't feel like it!

Finally Ebony's back returned to the bedding and her golden eyes opened. With the pair coming down from their shared orgasm, Krystal felt pure contentment filling the area around them.

When her eyes fell on her enormous belly, Ebony blinked curiously, panting in the afterglow of her first fuck. She lifted her little hands, gently curling her fingers in the black fur covering her round tummy. She lifted her eyes inquisitively to her mother, wordlessly inquiring.

Krystal smiled down at her daughter and leaned down, sharing a gentle, loving kiss with the cub. "If you're lucky, sweet, you'll have a baby in your belly. Just like me." She whispered softly as she took one of Ebony's hands and guided it to the soft, white belly fur on her own enormous globe.

*****

Falco spent most of the day in his quarters. Fox was always so eager to please! He laid there and let the blue avian fuck his ass, sucked the bird clean, road him like a sprinting stallion, rolled onto all fours to be fucked again, the whole ordeal left Falco exhausted by the time lunch rolled around!

He had showered and left Fox sleeping in a puddle of cum on his bed. He wandered through the ship idly, until he came upon something he never expected to see. Krystal stood in the mess hall, sipping a cup of tea as she stared out the viewport. One hand lifted the cup, her favorite one as Falco recalled, and the other rested upon a belly he was sure had quadruplets growing in. She was beautiful, as stunning as ever in that metal bikini she wore. It was probably the only thing that would contain her ample breast that even then threatened to escape the garment, not to mention her belly that, he mused, wasn't technically being contained by the clothes in question.

Falco couldn't believe it! The story she told him made Fox's behavior make sense, though. She told him about her capture when Fox sent her to infiltrate Star Wolf, told him all about those first few weeks of rape at the hands of the mercenary team. She recounted how one night, her mind broke, how suddenly it wasn't rape, suddenly she wanted nothing more than to wrap her legs around Wolf and eventually Panther as they filled her tummy with their cum.

She recounted that almost a year later when Fox had come looking for her, the mercenaries captured and humiliated him to, subjugating him to their pleasures. Falco was shocked to learn what transpired. Krystal's water had broke at the same instant Fox filled her channel with his cum.

Immediately, learned, Wolf lifted her off the fox they had enslaved. They made the team leader of the legendary Star Fox team watch as Wolf lay on his back. Leon and Panther lifted Krystal up and settled her body onto Wolf's engorged cock until the entirety, knot and all, was fully engulfed in her tailhole. They made Fox watch as Wolf fucked the blue vixen while she gave birth to twins, a blue furred wolf Krystal named Marc, and a little panther cub she called Ebony.

Falco was even more distressed to learn that over the years, the team favored humiliating Fox while Wolf and Panther frequently made love to Krystal, and there was no fooling anyone. Krystal was sure it was lovemaking. They were always gentle, always tender unless she demanded otherwise.

What truly amazed him, though, was the knowledge that the mercenaries injected Fox with hormonal stims for the better part of a year until one fateful day Fox awoke with terrible morning sickness.

Krystal never would have believed in the possibility, but she told Falco against all logic, Fox was a mother-to-be. Her ears drooped in her story telling as she recounted Fox's thirty-six hour labor, an arduous task that resulted in a stillborn wolf pup.

She was sure it was because Star Wolf had no idea how to properly deliver a baby, as was evident in her own delivery, but Wolf merely laughed and blamed Fox's weakness. Of course, she said, there was always the explanation that males were never meant to be mothers.

She neglected to tell him about the humiliating rapes, the beatings, the threats Leon gave on a daily basis. She would take those horrific memories to the grave. She sighed, gently rubbing her tummy as Falco took it all in.

"Well, it's... It's good to have you back, Krystal." Falco smiled to her and reached a hand out to gently touch the enormous swell of her tummy. "I'm glad you are all safe, now. I'll make sure you stay that way."

Krystal smiled and nodded , eying Falco for a moment. There was something foreign to him, yet at the same time a familiar sense. "Thank you, Falco."

He smiled at her and nodded before he glanced about. "About dinner time, isn't it?" he asked, turning and motioning toward the table. "What should we have?"

Krsyal shrugged her shoulders and started to waddle toward the table as Falco directed. "I don't know, I was craving a little bit of- HEY!" she yelped as two hands grabbed her and forced her forward. She felt herself bent over at the waist, her ample chest and shoulders pressed tightly against the table. "FALCO!" she cried, glaring over her shoulder as the bird yanked away her clothing. He tossed the bra, shoulders, and thong aside with one hand while the other held her firmly in place.

"Don't lie to me, Krystal," he said, pulling his bathrobe open and letting it fall to the ground. "You spent more time with Star Wolf than Fox and he's acting like nothing more than a bitch in heat. You know what I think? I think you truly are a bitch in heat."

Krystal gasped as she felt his long, thick shaft slide smoothly into her body. Unlike Wolf, Fox, Panther, and to a certain extent Leon, Falco's cock was long, straight, and smooth. Her body, though, immediately responded. She felt herself rocking her hips against his hard, fast thrusts. She opened her mouth to protest, but the only thing to leave her lips was a heady moan.

"Falco!" she moaned needily. Her body and mind were betraying her. Krystal's long-ago friend was raping her, holding her down and violating her pregnant body and she could do nothing but buck eagerly against his cock and call out his name in passion. "Fuck me!" she heard herself say. NO! She didn't want this! She was supposed to be free! She was supposed to be safe! "Cum in me!" she pled. It was reflex, she realized. She had been conditioned for so long by Star Wolf, she knew she would do this every time, just like her knee would jerk every time it was struck.

Falco obliged her, wasting no time on gentle preamble. He rutted her, fucking her harder and faster with every passing thrust. He grunted and moaned deeply, his hands pulling her hips back against his own with each eager thrust into her already sopping wet body.

"Now I have two cumbuckets." Falco leaned forward, nipping at her blue ears as he growled his promises to her. "I'm gonna fuck you and Fox every day for the rest of your lives. Your belly will never be empty. Be it my cum or my eggs, you'll never go a day without something deep inside."

Krystal wept, crying not in fear or anguish, but in eager torture. She was right on the cusp of orgasm, but his length was so smooth, so straight, it lacked the barbs, the knot, or even the sickening curve of the other five dicks she had in her body in the past decade. Damnit! She wanted to cum! She needed to! Only then could she think straight again! She needed Falco to cum not only to put out the fire roaring in her belly, but so he would leave her alone! "Fuck me harder! Fuck me, Falco! Cum in my pussy! Make me your whore!" she pled both in reflex and in desperate plea for it to end.

"Oh, I will, slut!" he said, reaching down to curl a hand around her neck. He pulled her to stand upright while he fucked himself into her. One hand curled around her throat tightly, not enough to restrict her breathing, but enough to show her who was in charge. The other reached beneath her arm to her ample breast. He roughly squeezed her tit against his palm as he cried into her ear loudly. "I'm cumming! I'm filling your pussy up, cunt!"

Krystal moaned deeply. It dragged her so much closer to her end, feeling the hot cum flooding into her body and rushed out around his avian cock. She was pulled so near her orgasm by the feeling of his seed soaking into the fur of her thighs. But then he threw her forward against the table, discarding her and walking away. He was done with her, but she... FUCK! She needed to cum! "Falco..." but he was gone.

She stood up, weeping again. She waddled out of the mess hall, staggering down the corridors toward her quarters. She had been used and discarded, like a rag used to soak up cum and thrown out. She hadn't even been this neglected under Star Wolf's care. They had made her cum at first, as a sign of her submission, a betrayal in body and then mind. But this? She had never been brought so close to orgasm and tossed aside. Not since she had lost her virginity, so many years ago.

She had been thrown to the ground. The Sharp Claw laughed at her as he tossed her metal bikini pieces aside. "Do you really think you and that stick could handle all of us, much less me!? Don't you know who I am, bitch? I am General Scales! No one can hope to best me!"

He kicked her in the gut and she had rolled onto her back, gasping and weezing. Even as her vision cleared, she watched General Scale, having shed his armor and clothing, descend on her. She yelped as his two-pronged prosthetic slammed down just beneath her chin, a blade to either side of her neck. She lifted her hands to try and push the arm away from her, but he was as solid rock.

"Don't you know who I am, bitch?" he asked, then laughed loudly as the rest of the Sharp Claw crewmembers of the airship moved around to watch, each of them stroking their knobby, ridged cocks. "I'm the father of your children!" Scales laughed loudly as he forced his cock into her virgin pussy.

She cried out, screaming in agony as his massive ridged and knotted cock plunged into her belly. She couldn't see it, but she knew he had pressed into her womb and distended her flat tummy with each and every rough thrust into her body.

She couldn't say how long he raped her. It was pure agony, her first experience with a cock in her. The pain went on for hours and hours until it climaxed in a burning fire in her tummy. Scales lifted his prosthetic away so she could lift her head and watch as her belly grew and grew and grew until it was almost the same size as the one hindering her movements aboard Great Fox.

"AHAHA! Look at that, boys! Looks like she's already got a clutch of eggs in her gut!" Scales yanked himself out of her as he stood up. Her body had been stretched an abused for so long, her cervix had little time to regain it's shape. Scale's hot cum rushed out of her, pooling beneath her on the deck as she wept in utter pain.

After Scales had returned to his cabin, the rest of the Sharp Claw descended on her. Krystal could still remember in vivid detail every one of their knobby, twisted cocks plunging into her abused pussy or her virgin ass or throat. It had gone on all night and well into morning. She cried until she had no more tears to shed.

They had no regard for her pleasure, and why should they? She was filled and emptied again and again until her fur was soaked in dino cum. Her holes all gaped and her stomach was stuffed full of cum that she hadn't the strength to vomit up. She looked pregnant, sure, but it wasn't her womb. Her cervix had been stretched open by countless Sharp Claw dicks, allowing their hot seed to flow freely out of her body. It was all the spunk she had been forced to swallow.

The memory of the fowl taste made her gag. She doubled over in the hallway, vomiting all over the wall and floor of the Great Fox corridor. Thank the gods she hadn't been forced to endure the Sharp Claw crew again.

She had awoken hours after the gangbang clean and dry. Someone had taken her and bathed her and laid her in a large, warm bed. She snuggled into the blankets and the warm wall behind her.

Then the wall moved. It was not a part of the architecture, but General Scales broad, naked chest. "So you're awake at last." He laughed deep in his chest, a hand reaching around to grope roughly at her breast. "Good. I had to wash the seed from your body and no doubt my eggs with it." He forced her down against the bed and fucked her hard again.

For days, she was fucked repeatedly by the ridged length Scales wielded. Like with Star Wolf, days after it had begun, she had started to feel pleasure from it. But General Scales would grant her no such mercy.

One evening, General scales pressed her chest and belly against the wall, again pinning her neck in place with his prosthetic claws. She could not move, but General Scales fucked himself into her roughly from behind. She moaned and gasped and cried out, but every time without exception, Scales would suddenly pulled himself out of her, letting her feel so empty, so needy for several minutes. When he was sure she had cooled down, he forced himself into her again. He fucked her to the brink of orgasm then pulled out again, leaving her body bucking and writhing, seeking a release she was not allowed to have.

For hours he denied her release. Finally she thought she had it. She was so close! She felt her belly swelling as her womb was forced to accommodate Scales' massive load. She gasped, bucking against his throbbing cock. She was so close! She had almost cum at last, after a week of being denied that, when General scales pulled his claw away from her neck. Grabbing her with his living hand, he wretched her off his cock, shooting his last load against the underside of her swollen belly.

She had literally been tossed aside, flung through the window and assumedly to her death. Thankfully, one of the Saurians had caught her, one of the flyers of the world, and winged her to safety. They had helped her recover, in body and mind and-...

That was it! Sauria! She would return to Sauria with her children and Fox. The shamans of the dinosaur planet would help them! The shamans would heal her mind, they would return her to a healthy mindset and Fox... it would take time, but she was certain they could help him recover. Eventually.

She staggered into her quarters, still covered in cum. "Children. Come with me. Now."

"Mommy?" Marc asked, looking to his sister who had been staring out a window silently.

"We're leaving. We're going to get Fox and we're going away. Far away." She took both of their hands and led them down the hall quickly. An escape pod. They would use it as a shuttle. It was more than capable of reaching Sauria. She took her twins to a pod and helped them inside. Once they were nestled within, she shook a finger at them.

"You both stay put! I'm going to go get Fox. I'll be right back, I promise." Without waiting for them to respond, she turned on her heel and waddled as quickly as she could down the halls of the stardreadnaught. One hand held the walls for balance, the other cradled her gravid tummy. Cursed thing was making it so hard to move... She knew Falco to be in the hanger, tweaking his fighter and making sure there was no tracking devices. Getting into his bedchamber was easy enough. Fox was there, waiting patiently on the bed.

When he saw her, he licked his lips and moved on all fours toward her. She shook her head, taking a step back. "Not now... Not here. Let's get to the escape pod."

"Will you fuck me on the escape pod?" Fox asked mindlessly, his own cock already swollen in anticipation, a reflex at being in the same room with her.

"Yes, yes let's just get to the escape pod and then we'll decide what we're doing. Quickly!" she said, turning on her heel once again. She didn't need to look back. She knew his mindless obedience and constant lust would make him follow her. Indeed, when she entered the escape pod and turned to close the hatch, he strode in after her.

She slapped the hatch seal and turned, moving toward the small cockpit area. Hitting the launch button saw them rocketing into space. Immediately, she took the yoke in both hands, compressing both red buttons upon the control that initiated the FTL drive.

She got them to top speed in a matter of minutes. Bringing up a starmap, she cycled through a list of preset destinations, searching. "Sauria... Sauria... Where is it?" she asked no one in particular. Finally she saw the blue and green sphere appear on the holographic map before her. "Aha!" she exclaimed, keying it in as their destination. The ship lurched, changing direction and heading toward the prescribed destination.

She leaned back in the chair, breathing a heavy sigh of relief. Now they were free. For real this time. There was no more Star Wolf, no more Falco. Slowly she stood up and headed back toward the meager cabin beyond the cockpit. When she opened the door, her jaw hit the floor.

Upon a bench on the right side of the cabin, Marc lay on his back. His hands rested upon a little pair of black hips, Ebony's, which gyrated eagerly against his cock buried to the knot inside her girlhood. Kneeling behind her, as she was on all fours, was Fox. Bent over the two cubs, the slutty vulpine male fucked his cock eagerly into the moaning panther cub's tailhole.

"What in the hells..." she whispered, shaking her head lightly as she watched the two males double-teaming her precious little Ebony. The panther cub was enjoying it. She seemed filled with more pleasure than even the males fucking both her holes. Krystal, surrounded by so much lust and desire, moaned softly. She, still very naked with no clothes in her possession any longer, moved forward. Slowly she settled her heavy form upon the bench and turned to face the trio. She spread her legs and leaned back. "Ebony... Ebony dear.... Suckle, my sweet."

It wasn't her breast she offered. She reached beneath her round midsection and spread her pussylips gently.

Without a moment's hesitation, Ebony leaned forward and licked and lapped at her mother's dripping womanhood. The rough tongue scraping over her sensitive flesh and swollen clit immediately made Krystal throw her head back and cry out loudly. Her long denied orgasm, the ecstasy Falco refused her, washed over her body.