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story_codes: M/g(11), g/g (12/11), Creatures/g, non- cons, preg, lact, supernatural

story_intro: When Becca runs away from her sexually abusive stepfather, she finds sanctuary in a traveling carnival. But even sanctuaries have a price for admission.


story_language: English





Carnival Alaxizz, Story 7

Written by madvlad


comments_readers: The character of Betsy is the same one from Carnival Alaxizz, Story 5, although that doesn't need to be read to follow this one.

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	The mixed taste of unwashed skin and semen stubbornly clung to the surfaces of Becca's mouth as she lay bent over the kitchen table. Both were the usual fare from her stepfather and had been for the past five of her eleven years of life. The first time had been on the night of the man's marriage to her mother. After her mother had passed out, Walt had woken Becca up.

	"Your mama aint much of a lay but she's willing," he had told the confused little girl. "But when she's too drunk to fuck, you're gonna have to pick up the slack."

	In the dark, she didn't see what he was doing. But she felt him in her mouth. And she felt the hand on her neck as he told her what to do and warned her about what not to do. So she sucked on the mysterious thing she would become intimately familiar with and choked on the stuff she enticed to come out. Soon, she would learn to swallow it.

	When she was eight, Walt taught her about another receptacle she had for his exclusive pleasure. It was the same one he was using now, bruising her narrow hips as his actions slammed them against the table age. His hardness, initially lubricated by her spit as she orally prepared him, roughly moved inside her ravaged bowels. 

	Becca grunted raggedly though the sodomy, her mousy brown hair flopping limply with the beat of the man's strokes. Walt was never gentle with her and took pride in "training" her ass so that it could take his entire length. A few times, he had left her bleeding a little which also pleased him. Overmatched in weight and strength, the girl could do nothing but accept the man's anal rape.

	Walt was up to a good speed, stroking nearly his entire length through the preteen's clenching asshole each time. Her rectal lining was good and slick, driving him to a frenzy before he erupted inside her and filled his stepdaughter's young bottom.

	Sated for the time being, Walt pulled out of the girl and went to reward his sexual prowess with a beer. After swigging half the can down in a couple of gulps, he belched and ambled back to the table to admire his efforts.

	Becca hadn't moved - she wouldn't dare until he told her she could. His goop ran out from between the girl's firm buttocks and down her legs. Spying a thin crimson thread, he nodded in satisfaction - he had ripped her just a little. It was good for her - it let her know who was in charge. Watching the sticky discharge smeared all over the illegally young girl's tight ass cheeks made his prick stir.

	Walt grunted. He had already cum in Becca's mouth and ass and was ready for another go. Damn if he wasn't a stud!

	While considering which hole to use again, he revisited another idea he had tossed about for a couple of years now. Setting the beer down on the table next to the raped child, he rolled her over. While she made worried noises in her throat, he leered at her slender young figure. Pushing her legs open, he fingered the hairless cleft between them. 

	"Still a smoothie, eh?" he asked. "And still no tits. All this moon-eyed talk from you about how you want to be a mama and you're not doing a damn thing to get the equipment for it. Have you bled here yet?"

	Becca winced as he punctuated his question with a hard pinch of her vulva. Ashamed, she shook her head - no

	"Shit, I guess it's time to make you bleed there - just in another way."

	Understanding his meaning, Becca panicked. She knew enough to know that this was the place to make babies. Let Walt use the rest of her body but she wanted him to leave this part alone - to keep his pollution out of there. She tried to close her legs and shouted "No!"

	She understood that mistake before his hand made contact with her face. He never slapped lightly and this one was enough to make a flash appear before her eyes and left her ear on that side ringing. 

	Walt dribbled a little beer over Becca's bare cunny, jabbing his finger into the cleft to let the beverage moisten here there. She wouldn't need much, he knew, because she'd be plenty wet once he busted her cherry. 

	Becca didn't seem too thrilled about that but what the hell did she know? That's what he was here for - to teach her about her place in the world. He pushed into her, feeling her inner lips reluctantly expand although the membrane just inside was not ready to succumb. Hell, this was man's work and Walk knew surer than shit that he was just the man for it. 

	Becca's cherry held for a moment against his thrust. Then it tore for him, bathing his prick in the resulting blood. Not giving a damn about Becca's pained reaction, Walt pounded his way into the virgin, prepubescent snatch of the girl. Her sundered maidenhead helped in his efforts, making her slick for him to break her in.

	Now he pounded inside the eleven year-old's wounded pussy, forcing the tight passage to accept him over and over. Now that she had been penetrated, Becca had grown a little quieter, weeping as the man happily rutted inside her underage quim. 

	Tired of Becca's red, tear-stained face, Walt surveyed the junction of her legs. Her hairless cunt lips were pushed apart, allowing his bloodstained cock to thrust freely between them and give her baby-making parts the proper pounding they needed. 

	"Look here," he breathed. "This is what it looks like when you're a woman."

	Becca didn't look but Walt didn't really care. He was making her feel it all, that was for damned sure. Her hot little cunt was all squishy from his hard fucking but it still clung to his tool while he fixed her just right.

	As the pressure in his crotch grew, he fucked Becca with harder strokes. As the first burst surged from his balls through his prick, he rammed it in and held it, pumping his wad into her uterus. Feeling the boiling slime of insemination, Becca wailed helplessly as her most precious place was violated. With every pulse that followed, the youngster knew he was trying to put a baby in her - his own baby.

	Walt was thinking the same thing. His semen leaked from the smooth, bulging folds of her twat; his load being too large for her too handle. Grinning, he patted her flat belly as he spoke.

	"Maybe I caught you at the right time and knocked you up before your first period. I've heard of those little gals in South America - only nine or ten and getting their bellies all blown up. You and me, now, we're gonna be doing a lot of baby-making. I'd like to have a boy - no, a couple of them at least in case one of them turns out to be useless or a queer. You're gonna whelp me some boys by the time you're done with high school. And you may as well squirt out a little girl or two so I can train 'em right, too."

	Walt paused as she regarded her. His cock felt good inside her gooey snatch, but from the waist up, she might as well have been a boy. 

	"Hell, you'll have to drop out of high school," he continued. "'Cause you're gonna be so busy taking care of our babies. Gonna grow you some titties so they can suck the milk out of them."

	Having taken his fill of her, Walt grabbed some more beer from the fridge along with a serving bowl of leftover canned chili. He considered heating the stuff in the microwave but shrugged it off - too much work. Settling down in front of the TV, he spooned the congealed stuff in to his mouth between sips of discount brew while watching a show about guns. All of this and with his dick nicely milked by his stepdaughter, he couldn't think of a better place to be right now.

	Becca couldn't keep from crying as she washed herself to get as much of Walt out of her body as possible. She couldn't - she just couldn't be a mother to his babies. It would destroy the one pure dream of motherhood she still clung to. After stuffing a few clothes into a cheap cloth shopping bag, she steeled her nerves to depart. 

	Money was an issue. Walt usually had a wad of cash in his pocket but this was one of the few evenings he was still wearing his jeans as he sat in front of the TV. He was fast asleep and had dropped the spoon of chili onto his stomach where it had created a turd-looking smear. Perhaps she could try to slip the money out of his pocket...but no. Far too risky.

	Her mother was passed out and snoring in bed and Becca knew she wouldn't wake. She pawed through the woman's purse, collecting thirty-seven dollars and change. Becca pondered this amount, unsure of how far it would take her. But she would be away from here and she would worry about the rest later.

	Four days later, Becca was worried. And getting hungry. She had walked a lot and tried to be careful with the purloined stash of money but she had a little over four dollars left and her stomach was protesting the deprivations her escape had caused. But going back to that place was not an option. Fingering the meager collection of bills and change in her pocket, Becca stood in the parking lot of a truck stop and considered her options. 

	It was after midnight but she could still get something to eat in the diner. But for a girl her age, being alone in there would flag her as a runaway. Hiding in the shadows among the big rigs, she had witnessed several transactions between men and women with the women getting paid for letting the men do the same things that Walt had done with her. 

	Becca had heard of such women - prostitutes. Never had she imagined herself like that but she hadn't been alone and hungry like this before, either. She didn't want men between her legs - that was for the babies she still wished for in a happier future. But she was good with her mouth - even Walt said so on the rare occasions when he was feeling magnanimous toward his stepdaughter. 

	Having made up her mind to try, Becca spent another hour trying to figure out how to approach a customer. Suddenly, her refuge in the darkened lot was illuminated and exposed as another tractor trailer pulled in. 

	No, it was a convoy of them. On the trailers were vibrant illustrations of a carnival. As they passed by, Becca made out the name - Carnival Alaxizz. It was an odd name. Despite her sordid past, Becca's childish curiosity got the better of her and she ventured toward the road fleet of trucks and vans as various people got out to use the facilities and to grab a bite. 

	"Hey, are you going in?"

	Startled, Becca turned to see a girl close to her age - maybe a little older standing there. She was tall and lithe and had, Becca noted with envy, the sprouting start of breasts poking under her t-shirt. She looked content and confident - everything Becca wasn't.

	Muttering an apology, Becca tried to step out of the way so the girl could go into the diner. But the girl paused and looked at her.

	"Aren't you going in?"

	"Um, no. I should go..."

	"Go where?" the girl laughed as she swept her hand toward the mostly empty highway. "Go downtown? This is the only place for miles."

	Becca was unsure of what to say and her dilemma was ended when the other girl took her by the arm. 

	"Come on, let's get something to eat. I'm starving and you look like you are, too."

	"But I don't have much-" Becca protested.

	"Money? Nah, it's on me," the other girl said. "My parents own the carnival so I've got plenty. That's them over there."

	Becca saw a couple who were maybe in their late thirties or so. Although casually dressed, they seemed to carry a certain style about them. She hoped they wouldn't notice her with their daughter and start asking questions about a girl her age being alone out here.

	"Hey Mom, Dad!" the other girl called out. "I'm having dinner with my friend, here."

	The couple looked up and Becca thought she was as good as caught. But the woman smiled and the man merely waved. The other girl pulled Becca into a booth where they sat across from each other. 

	"I'm Tanith," the girl said as she plucked the laminated menus from the stainless rack that held condiments. 

	"I...I'm Becca," Becca replied as Tanith slid one of the menus her way.

	"Great. My parents are okay, but they're adults. There are other kids around but most of them are asleep so I'm glad I have another kid around to have dinner."

	A waitress wearing heavy blue mascara and a yellow polyester dress approached. 

	"You're with them?" she asked, pointing a pencil back toward the couple Tanith had spoken with before.

	"Yup," Tanith answered casually, inferring that Becca was with them as well.

	"Okay, you want something to drink before you order?"

	"No, we can order now," Tanith replied. "I'll have a cheeseburger and onion rings. Yeah, and another order of onion rings on the side. And...pancakes and a coke and a vanilla shake."

	The waitress raised an eyebrow as she compared the quantity of food ordered with the slim frame of her young customer.

	"Is that all?" she asked with bemusement.

	"Yeah, we'll order dessert later," Tanith replied with no hint of sarcasm.

	Taking a breath, the waitress turned to Becca.

	"What about you, Honey?"

	Becca wasn't sure what to say but Tanith answered for her.

	"She'll have the same thing as me."

	"Right," noted the waitress, drawing out the word into two syllables as she tapped her order pad with her pencil. 

	Then she walked away, shaking her head. Let the kids' parents worry about the bill, she thought. But she had seen the trucks pull in and knew that carnies always tipped well.

	"So," asked Tanith. "Are you a trucker?"

	"Huh?"

	"Just kidding. You're too young. Besides, you couldn't reach the gas pedal or see over the steering wheel. But you're here all alone. Soooo...are you a working girl?"

	Tanith asked the question with a wink and then laughed when Becca blushed.

	But Becca couldn't know how Tanith's well and darkly trained mind was working. Although only twelve, Tanith was becoming quite talented and by the time she reached further maturity in her late teens, she would attain certain other abilities of her parents and would have all the time she needed to hone her skills. 

	Grinning, Tanith determined that while Becca wasn't a lot hooker, she was getting desperate enough to consider it. Perfect. 

	"I know you're not," she continued, sparing Becca the embarrassment of answering. Then she leaned over the table toward Becca and whispered, "You're a runaway."

	"I..." Becca squeaked. "Don't tell...please."

	"Why not?" laughed Tanith. "You can come with us. Carnivals were practically built by runaways. My parents have seen that for hundreds of years."

	Becca wondered at that remark. Tanith must have meant that her parents knew it had been that way with carnivals and runaways for hundreds of years. They couldn't have seen it for all that time.

	"But what if they ask..." Becca began before Tanith shook her head.

	"Your business is your business. Say as much as you want among carny folk - none of that goes outside. And if the cops come snooping, they'll never find you. We look after our own."

	Becca was taken aback by the ferocious sincerity in Tanith's voice. She had actually found a place where she could be safe. With her mind racing with questions, she started to ask before the waitress returned with a full serving tray.

	"Dinner," the woman announced. "Part One."

	Famished, Becca devoured her burger. The onion rings were perfect - crisp with just enough roadside diner grease to make them medically sinful. But between the other food and the milkshake, she wasn't going to finish them.

	True to her word, Tanith finished her food with ease before turning to the remaining onion rings to which Becca had surrendered. Likewise, she eliminated Becca's stack of pancakes before ordering pie  la mode and a hot fudge sundae from the incredulous waitress.

	All the while, they spoke. Tanith described the adventures of carny life and wanted to know all about Becca's. Becca glossed over her home life, simply stating that she couldn't stay with her mother and stepfather anymore. While Tanith seemed especially intrigued by this, she didn't probe.

	"So what do you want to do when you grow up?" she asked Becca, changing the awkward subject. "I mean, you can live your whole life in the carnival. But what do you want to do?"

	Becca's expression grew wistful, appearing almost Madonna-like as if she were in a cathedral fresco.

	"I want to be a mother. I want to have a lot of babies and love them so much."

	Becca paused, afraid the other, more worldly girl would laugh. But Tanith was touched by Becca's desire.

	"That's so wonderful," she said softly.

	After both desserts vanished, Tanith sprang from the booth, apparently no worse for the feast residing in her stomach. Becca could only move slowly but followed Tanith to the girl's parents who were in the doorway, ready to leave.

	"Becca, these are my parents, Wendell and Kara."

	Becca was surprised to be introduced to adults by the first name abut shook their hands as they offered them.

	"So are you from around here?" Kara asked pleasantly.

	"Not really," Tanith interjected. "But she's coming with us, now."

	"How lovely," Kara replied, her eyes sparkling warmly at Becca.

	Wendell clapped her on the shoulder in a friendly, fatherly way.

	"Welcome to Carnival Alaxizz, Becca," he boomed.

	Two days later, the carnival was set up in a new location, awaiting the opening crowds in the morning. Becca could hardly believe the speed at which everything had been unpacked, assembled and tested. It seemed nearly magical. During the strangely orchestrated chaos of the work, Becca was amazed by the number of people she saw - far more that she could have imagined in the vehicle train. As she thought about it, there was also an unreal amount of equipment in tents and she couldn't understand where it had all come from.

	She and Becca moved from the camper driven by Wendell to a tent with all of the amenities. Again, she couldn't figure out where the carpeting, the shower stall, and the furniture had been stowed, let alone how it was all put together in might have been minutes.

	And there was plenty of hot water - Tanith had told her not to worry about the supply. Becca luxuriated in the hot spray; for once not having to scrub Walt's filth from some part of her body. When she emerged, she wrapped a towel around her while looking for the man-sized t-shirt she had been using to sleep in. 

	"Tanith? Where's that shirt? I thought I left it here on the table."

	"You did, but you won't need it."

	"Huh?"

	Tanith approached her, wearing nothing but a t-shirt as well. Becca assumed she was wearing underpants and blushed when she discovered Tanith in the nude. Mentally, she compared her own body to the slightly older girl and found herself wanting. Even Tanith had a sparse collection of fine, silky hairs above her slit while Becca was as bare as they day she was born. 

	"Have you ever kissed?" Tanith asked huskily. "Like with a boyfriend?"

	"N-no."

	"What about a girlfriend?"

	That question stunned Becca and Tanith took the opportunity to embrace her, planting her mouth over the younger girl's. When Becca tried to speak, Tanith's tongue snaked in, wrapping around hers and playing with it. While she tongued Becca, Tanith smoothed Becca's wet hair straight back, making her appear even more boyish.

	Tanith loved the effect when she pulled her face back to admire the other girl. The idea of doing a boyish girl (or a girlish boy when the occasion arose) appealed to her greed for both sexes. Plucking the towel from Becca, Tanith gazed at the boy-like chest.

	"I-I haven't grown there," Becca admitted.

	"You will," Tanith murmured as she lowered herself enough to suck in one flat nipple. 

	Becca sighed, surprised at the pleasure she was getting there. Tanith teased the sensitive flesh with her teeth and swabbed it with her tongue before giving it another dose of suction. Then it was on to the other nipple, leaving it stiff and soaking wet like its twin before she stood up straight again. 

	Although Becca was shorter, Tanith had no problem lifting her, taking her by her pert buttocks and sliding her up her body until Becca's spit-shined, erect nipples were mashing against the tiny mounds of Tanith's budding breasts. Becca was stunned at the other girl's strength as she was held. The friction between the preteen chests made her pulse quicken and then Tanith's tongue was in her mouth again.

	Becca was vaguely aware that she was being moved in this embrace but them understood as she was lowered onto the bed with Tanith following her. Shutting aside all trepidation, Becca let Tanith love her all over with her mouth and fingers, trying to match the actions. She felt as if she was floating until Tanith's fingers were probing into her hairless mound. She clutched Tanith's wrist to stop her.

	"I'm sorry," she said with a shiver in her voice. "I'm not a virgin."

	Tanith chuckled and shoved two of Becca's fingers into her sopping quim.

	"Neither am I," she whispered in Becca's ear, sliding two fingers of her own into the eleven year-old's pussy.

	Becca learned passion as Tanith stroked her fingers inside of her. Becca could barely keep her fingers inside the other girl but Tanith didn't seem to mind. With increasing aggression, she whipped her head around, tasting parts of Becca's body with lustful urgency. Tanith hooked her fingers inside Becca's feverish little snatch, twisting them until Becca hollered and shook. 

	Satisfied with the girl's surrender to orgasm, Tanith moved their bodies until she was lying on top of Becca in a sixty-nine position. Grinding her cunny against Becca's mouth, she pulled the girl's legs apart and licked her lips at the sight of preteen cunt. 

	"Pleasure me," she ordered before plunging her mouth down to maul the younger girl's sex.

	Becca imitated Tanith, moving her lips and tongue as she was caught up in this sexual rapture. Tanith's fluids were intoxicating and Becca found her mind mostly moving away from her body although she wondered how Tanith's tongue could go so deeply inside of her. The two girls undulated together, their sleek young bodies complimenting each other until they shared a mutual climax.

	Drowsy from two tremendous orgasms, Becca lay limply on the bed while Tanith's fingers gently played around the smooth edges of her seeping cleft. 

	"There's a guy you should meet," Tanith said to her. "His name is Rjin. He's really something else."

	"I don't want a guy," Becca murmured.

	"Rjin is special - he's the kind of guy who will give you anything you want. Just spend a little time with him - you don't have to marry him."

	"Mmm..." Becca murmured noncommittally.

	 Tanith stopped moving her fingers and rolled off the bed. She had finished tracing the patterns of the spell over Becca's vulva, using the girl's own juices to make the marks. Leaning over to kiss Becca on the cheek, she whispered, "Rjin's here."

	Sleepily, Becca opened her eyes. Then she opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out.

	The creature was huge, with a muscular human-like body covered in olive drab fur. The head was a cross between a goat and a bull but with curled, dripping tusks protruding from the sides of the jaw. But most horrific to Becca were the eyes - orange and human-like with intelligence and burning lust. 

	"Look," Tanith cooed. "He likes you."

	Rjin pinned Becca to the bed while his massive phallus batted against her mons. Knowing what Walt's much smaller member had done to her, Becca pleaded for mercy.

	"Oh, you won't be damaged, I've seen to that," Tanith assured her. 

	As the creature entered her, Becca knew she was wrong. She was expanding too much and she would tear apart in an instant. But it didn't happen. The monstrous girth plowed into the meaty tunnel of her sex, filling her unnaturally in width and in length. 

	"See?" asked Tanith brightly. "You're still in once piece."

	Growling with approval of the snugness of his little mate's cunt, Rjin stood still while he held the girl by the hips, pulling her onto him and pushing her back like a living sex toy. Becca flopped limply, gargling as the hugeness seemed to fill her entire body. 

	"Don't worry," Tanith said. "All that cock won't even damage your baby box. You can now take whatever you're given and be ready for more."

	Becca's senses were white hot with agony as the beastly thing ripped his prick in and out of her defenseless cunny. Her bald lips bulged obscenely around the thrusting cock. With her snatch so tightly spread, the sliding contact of Rjin's hardness was excruciating...no...excruciatingly electric.

	Becca didn't know when the pain had become pleasure but now she wanted this horrific thing inside her to fuck her to the core. Yes, fuck. She relished the word - nothing better to be fucked. 

	"This is better than a stepfather, any day, right?" Tanith asked, her voice sounding so far away.

	Becca agreed though she wondered how Tanith knew. She wondered how...what...and then she wondered and thought nothing.

	Tanith smiled as she saw Becca's mind break. Oh, she was still in there, but the sheer magnitude of this experience would shut her down for a while although she'd remember the things she felt. And when she did come back, she'd be so very pliable - and not just in her twat.

	Sighing, Tanith reached over and pinched one of Becca's nipples as the girl got her cunny reamed. This was the second girl she had personally seduced and brought into the fold. She knew her parents would be pleased and her twat itched at how they would show their pleasure.

	Rjin copulated furiously with Becca, working his massive prick in her nectar-laden, prepubescent pussy. The girl was shuddering, her juices spraying from her stretched and hairless mound as she came over and over. Pounding the tautly stretched tunnel of girl meat, he finally came with explosive jerks and inflated her womb with a legion of his boiling sperm. 

	
ONE MONTH LATER

	Carnival work often started early and Tanith hummed as she carried two steaming mugs of coffee for her parents in the dark. She turned to the left, going inside a large tent that carnival guests never saw. A drone, one of the humanoid workers, stood inside, ready for any orders.

	Becca was naked in bed - that hadn't changed since Tanith had her that night not so long ago. But she, too, was up at this early hour and was on her hands and knees. A nearly formless creature covered in perpetually dripping blue ooze was behind her, ramming a thick, squishy member in and out of Becca's bald cunt. Tanith knew from experience that this Shgnidn from another realm could alter its shape at will. 

	Her cousin, Audra, loved to get gang-banged by five of them at once. Tanith wasn't sure how that worked with one human female body and five of these but Audra assured her that she'd soon take her for a "girls' night out" so she could learn. It sounded grossly perverted and Tanith could hardly wait. 

	Becca had changed in some regard, though. She finally had sprouted tits. They were small but quite full and aching with the milk that had made them grow to begin with. Small white droplets dribbled from the swollen nipples and Tanith grabbed one teat.

	"Good morning," she said brightly as she milked the eleven year-old's tit to add milk to the coffee. 

	Her parents liked their morning coffee creamy and sweet and preteen breast milk did the trick.
Becca turned to look at Tanith, her eyes slightly glassy with the painful lust the Shgnidn was producing in her mauled little twat but Tanith could see the awareness in them. 

	"So how are the kids?"

	Becca bleated something incomprehensible as the blue cock inside her suddenly enlarged. Smiling, Tanith stroked the bloated side of Becca's heavy belly. When she concentrated, she could sense three, no four different species growing in there. If the Shgnidn was successful, there would be five. 

	Noticing movement, Tanith looked at the three small forms stirring on the bed beneath their mother's hanging tits. They were covered in greenish-gray fur and their tiny curled tusks were starting to appear on the sides of their snouts. They were Rijn's litter and they were simply adorable. 

	Hungry after their slumber, they scrambled to get to the eleven year-old's succulent little breasts. Two latched on while the other snorted in frustration. Snapping her fingers, Tanith got the drone's attention.

	"We need a nursemaid in here."

	The drone immediately left, returning with a little girl sporting a very pregnant tummy and a pair of tiny, milk-laden boobies of her own. Tanith remembered the girl, Betsy, quite well. She had been her first seduction - the one before Becca. Then she recognized the drone.

	"You brought your mommy to help?" she gushed. "How sweet! And Look how big she is, thanks to you. I think she'll pop any day now."

	The drone wetly rasped his humble appreciation. Girls even younger than Becca were needed for drones to reproduce and the gestation period was only a month. After giving birth to her first drone, Betsy discovered how quickly they grew when, five weeks later, she met her fully grown son. By virtue of the carnival coven's magic, her young body had returned to its childish form in contour and tightness. This signaled readiness and the drone promptly raped his eight year-old mother, impregnating her with her next drone.

	Betsy gently lifted the thirsty infant from the bed and held its head to one tiny breast. The thing latched on and suckled noisily. While Betsy's milk jugs were smaller than Becca's, her pair would be sufficient to feed the baby. If any more was ever needed, there were others girls to take from one of the breeding tents.

	All of the fucking and sucking made Tanith horny. She got on the bed and knelt in front of Becca, pulling her shorts down. Becca understood and noisily slurped at the twelve year-old's sex. The pregnant eleven year-old got a face full of Tanith's cum fluids at the same time as the Shgnidn's semen thundered into her busy uterus. The dual reaction triggered a third and Becca came, her gravid belly shaking.

	Their bellies full, Rijn's offspring settled back down for a nap with Betsy carefully setting the third one down to join its litter mates. Tanith smiled at the younger girl and beckoned her over.

	"In a few years, when you're Becca's age, you'll be too old to have drone babies because the females have to be really young to make them," Tanith told her as she stroked the girl's hair. "I was thinking of making you a sex slave for carnies or pimping you out to customers. But you look so cute when you're round like that and you are such an adorable little mommy. How would you like to be a slut cow like Becca, instead?"

	"Whatever pleases, you, Mistress Tanith," the girl replied.

	Tanith patted Betsy's head at the response. She had become very subservient during her second pregnancy. Yes, she would make a perfect slut cow in a few years.

	"Good girl. Now, let me help you onto the bed. Like down, open your legs. Becca, thank Betsy for nursing your...oh, you beat me to it."

	Becca leaned her head down and began contentedly munching on the bald plumpness of the eight year-old's pussy. Betsy wriggled with pleasure, her own swollen belly bobbing against the older girl's head. Undeterred, Becca slid her tongue into the child's gooey slot and fed on her arousal.

	A gnarlath mounted Becca after the Shgnidn shuffled away. From between the pregnant eight year-old's legs, Becca moaned appreciatively as another hard, baby-making cock raped its way into her cunt hole. Watching as the massive, light blue prick plunged into the eleven year-old's sopping twat, Tanith chuckled. It must be a "blue" themed day for Becca.

	Thanks to the spells Tanith had wrought, beginning with her tongue buried in Becca's snatch while they were in the sixty-nine a month earlier, Becca could be pregnant multiple times at once. That meant she was pregnant, giving birth, and getting knocked up all at the same time. 

	The coffee had cooled but Tanith gave the mugs a look as she picked them up. The contents of both of them quickly bubbled again. Stopping to peer at Becca, she admired her lover (one of a growing number) as she performed cunnilingus on a younger girl while getting her still-snug young twat-hole plugged and stroked by a creature's prick. 

	But most gratifying was the pregnant mid-section on the otherwise slender frame. Tanith smiled and left the tent. Becca would be a wonderful mother for a huge brood for years to come. After all, it was everything she ever wanted.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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