The rain soaked the fur in her face, causing it to hang down in thick stands. But even without the heavy water masses pouring down onto the poor girl, her tears would be enough to drench her face, as she ran down the empty street. The water splashed up her legs every time she set a foot on the flooded asphalt. She had never been in this part of town and it was pretty clear why. The streets were empty, no cars, no other furs walking down the sidewalk. But the young lynx knew her destination. The large building towered in front of her. The walls of the old storage building were made out of red bricks. A rusty fence secured the edge of the premise. She followed the metall barriere, until she found an obvious hole in it and slipped through. The girl had found the place online, searching for weeks for a solution, while trying to hide her little mistake from her step mom. But in the last weeks it got impossible and eventually the beast of a woman had found out about it. The girl could still feel the pain, as the fur over the sore skin rubbed against her clothes. But all she had done to her made her even more certain in her decision. Gravel creaked under the soles of her shoes, as she had reached a narrow path, leading to the back of the building. Most of the premise laid in darkness, as the thick clouds blocked the half moon, shining over the city. In the distance, a single light illuminated a rusty steel door on the wall of the vacant factory building. The heavy raindrops hammered onto the small roof, protecting a tiny area in front of the entrance. Her hand was shaking, as the young lynx reached for the steel handle. With a loud screech the door swung open and light from the inside fell onto the drenched girl. She could hear low voices from inside the building, indicating she was in the right place.

Nervously she rocked on the cheap, plastic chair, while watching the aardvark behind the reception desk, skribbeling onto a shred of paper. The lynx girl had already paid 500$ she had stolen from her step mothers purse and was now waiting for her appointment. The room looked a bit like a mix of an emergency room and the entrance room of a doctors office, but much shabbier. “The doctor will see you now.” The girl startled, looking up from her phone, she had played with, to distract herself. She looked a bit confused, but the aardvark just pointed towards a door in the back of the room. As the young girl hesitantly approached it, a loud, electric buzzing echoed through the waiting room and the door heavy door swung open. The lynx could see thick rubber lips, sealing off the edges, making it soundproof. On the other side of the door stood a tall mallard, wearing a doctor's outfit. A cliche doctors outfit, like from a bad movie. He even had a stethoskop hanging around his neck. “Don’t be afraid young girl. Together we will fix your little problem.” The whole situation was now even more uncomfortable and the girl thought about turning around on the spot and running away. But the door closed behind her, the electric buzzing signaling it was locked. “It’s just for your own safety. We don’t want any unwanted guests, do we?” He had put a hand on her shoulder and slowly guiding her down a small hallway. She couldn’t pin it down exactly, it wasn’t the duck's appearance, or what he said, but something made her follow him, letting him lead her to another door and into a room that resembled a treatment room, but like with the reception area, something was really off. But still he somehow convinced her to sit down on what looked like an old rusty dentist chair. She felt dizzy. Walking all the way out here in the rain had left her exhausted. She heard two metal clicks and felt pressure on her wrists. When she looked down, she could see metal clamps, strapping her hands to the chair. “It’s just for your own safety.”

"Let's have a look at our little problem." The duck sat down on a small stool next to the girl, laying his hands on her slightly bulged belly, carefully pressing into it. "How long? 10 - 15 weeks?" "I don't know…" She didn't know when her mistake had happened, or who the father was. Probably Tim, or Phillip, both jerks from her class, who quickly dumped her after their first time… She snapped back to the room, as she felt something pulling on her pants. The doctor had unzipped them and pulled them down to her ankles. She blushed a bit, as the older man exposed her pink undies. Her fur hid it, but the duck still noticed. "No need to be ashamed. It's just us two in a professional relationship." He put on a pair of latex gloves, before removing her paties, exposing her not so virgin, teenage pussy. Now fully exposed, she closed her eyes in embarrassment, as she felt the doctors gaze on her private parts. His hands reaching for her, spreading her pussy lips, exposing her young hole. Her body shuddered, as the gloved fingers slid over the sensitive tissue. “Very good…” he mumbled. “The next step may hurt a bit, but that's completely normal.” She began shaking, squirming against the straps, but they didn’t move even a bit. The doctor grabbed her bound legs, spreading them, as the leg part of the chair parted, before stepping between them. Something warm, wet touched her pussy lips, slowly pushing them aside. The lynx forced her eyes open, seeing the doctor had unbuckled his pants, revealing his “tool”. “W...What are you doing?” But the duck didn’t hesitate to slowly push into her. “S… Stop!” she screamed, but nobody, but the mallard could hear her. “Please stay calm, as I continue the procedure.” She screamed, threw herself against the shackles, but nothing she did could stop her rapist from continuing. But at least the doctor seemed to enjoy himself, as pushed his long, spiraled penis deeper into the young feline girl. “I thought you felines like it rough.” He grinned, as tears soaked the fur in the lynx face. He didn’t even manage to get half his cock into the girls pussy, before he hit the first barrier. The thin membrane, protecting the precious, growing life inside her body, quickly tore, the fluids from her womb, gushing from her pussy, over the ducks crotch and legs, splattering to the ground, forming a small puddle at his feet. The girl's pregnant belly deflated a bit. She could feel her unborn child squirm, as the protected environment collapsed on it. The duck pulled back, his dick quickly brushing over the girl's clit, sending confusing signals of pleasure over her body, making her shiver even more. "Stop it!" "I'm sorry, but I think we have to go through with the procedure. You signed a contract." He thrusted forward again this time his cock reached deep enough, to reach the small life buried inside her body. The mallard poked around a bit, until he found the fetus fragile body. He didn't ignore the girl's pleads, no, he enjoyed them. The duck grabbed the girl’s restraint legs for support, before slowly penetrating the fragile fetus inside the girl. Was it a boy, or a girl, he didn’t knew, he didn’t care and after he was done, it wouldn’t matter anymore. The unborns body was painfully tight. He grinned, as it instinctively pushed it’s small little feet against his cock. It wasn’t that common, that you could fuck a virgin and a deflowered girl at the same time. The mallard stared into the lynx, pain and terror, filled eyes, while he fucked the life out of her womb. His spiraled cock was more than halfway through the fetus, poking around it’s unfinished insides tearing and ripping these tiny teeny organs apart, breaking the still soft bones with ease. With the next thrusts he was all the way through the unborn. He couldn’t really tell if his cock came out of it’s mouth, or if he had simply ripped off it’s head, but a slight movement suggested the first option and, to his surprise indicated, that the little one wasn’t dead yet. “Your cub is a fighter!” he told the girl, who at this point was reduced to hardly more than a sobbing flaccid sack of meat. “Why are you crying? It’s all your fault! You came here. You signed the contract. It’s your fault, your future cub is now speared on my cock!” He trusted again, this time, pulling the speared lynx fetus with his cock, first nearly ripping it out through the girl's pussy, but he stopped as the resistance got too much and he risked slipping out of it. “What? Nothing to say?” As he thrusted again, this time driving his cock and the fetus deeper than ever before, he lifted his hand and slapped the girl across the tear ridden face. “You teens never think about the consequences of your actions.” The girl screamed in pain, but the slap wasn’t the main source of agony, but the mallard's long corkscrew penis, getting longer and longer, as the spirals unwound themselfs, quickly hitting the top of her uterus.

In the entrance area sat a teenage dolphin girl, her hands on her bulged belly. Nervously she looked at the aardvark preparing the paperwork for her. She had no clue what was happening to the client ahead of her. That the girl was raped by the doctor at this moment and that her fate was the same.

Something broke inside her. She could feel it, feel the mallards cock breaking through her uterus inside her intestines. At this point it was too much for the feline. Her already hazy view got narrow, dark vignettes creeping into her field of vision, until there was only darkness. Cold, but somehow calming darkness. Was she dying? At this point she wasn’t afraid of it, if it meant an end to her torture. It was all her own fault! This was the end she deserved. A flash of light. Soaring pain, returning to her. She could feel something moving around in her belly. “Welcome back sweetie! For a moment I feared you were gone!” Her view cleared up and the first thing she saw was the duck leaning over her, holding an half empty plastic syringe. “But we are not done yet! We want all our customers to have the best experience possible.” Her mind was still hazy, most of her body numbed by the immense pain. But she could still feel something poking around her insides, something way more flexible than the ducks cock. She lifted her head, staring down, to be terrified by what she found down there. A large black doberman had his head stuck between her legs, his tongue licking around her destroyed insides. The feral growled as she made eye contact with it. “What? What is it doing! Get it away!” She wiggled against the restraints, keeping her secured to the chair. “This is Alex. He belongs to another one of our satisfied customers.” The doctor patted the dogs head, encouraging him to continue, giving it a soft clap on the butt. After a minute or ten, the girl had lost all sense of time, the feral pulled it’s tongue from her depths. For a moment she sighed with relief, a spark of hope, this had been it, but for the dog, the licking had only been the warm up. It leaped forward, putting its front legs onto the lynx chest. She quickly realised what the animal was up to, but she was still in a position unable to do anything about what was happening to her. After a few misses, the “doctor” grabbed the dog's cock and guided it to her still unharmed virgin butt. The dog found its mark, hitting her asshole, tearing into the girl with it’s large, hot, cock. Its pleasured face only inches from hers, she could feel it’s hot, wet breath and smell it’s feral odor. It’s cock was way too large for the lynx tearing and ripping her colon, quickly staining it with the girl's blood. The “doctor” watched the action, the lynx fetus still speared on his cock. He slowly slid it up and down stroking himself with the dead body. Pulling it down into his crotch, until the tip of his avian dick emerged from the fetus mouth, before lifting it up again. Blood ran from the torn bottom of the kit and down onto the duck's crotch. The small head of the dead lynx hung sideways, bouncing with every thrust of the duck, it’s empty eyes staring nowhere. In the meantime, the dog had gained up speed and was close to cumming inside the boken girls, once tight passage. With a howl it hilted the lynx ass, until it’s balls were flush with the bleeding hole, as it came, pumping hot dog seed inside her, its knot swelling quickly to a size impossible for the girl's passage to contain. Her asshole and colon tissue tearing, even more blood streaming out of her bottom, dripping to the floor, dissolving in the wet puddle left from the duck ripping open her womb. After emptying itself inside her, the doberman turned around, but was still tied to her, the large knot pulling against her sphincter. It felt like it was tearing her asshole apart and that was exactly what was happening at this moment. She was close to passing out again, but whatever the duck had injected her, it kept her awake, unable to escape the agony.

Sometime later, the dogs knot started to deflate, but the animal started to pull impatiently, until, with an audible, horrible sound, the girls sphincter tore and the dogs cock plopped free from her, a mixture of thick cum and blood streaming from her wrecked butt. She was cold. Even though the air in the room was at a comfortable temperature, the girl was shaking, her body was in a state of shock, caused by the physical and mental trauma inflicted on her. She was dying. She knew it. And nobody around her cared. The dog had withdrawn into a corner of the room, licking the blood from its cock and fur. The duck sat on a stool nearby, filing forms, humming a simple melody. He had thrown her dead child into a bag and dumbed it near the door of the room. Some last tears ran down her cheeks, before everything went black.

Her body was found three days later, dumped on the far other end of the town. Even though a police investigation was started, the limited budget, resulting from a wide lack of interest, led to a quick closing of the case. And even as, over the next couple of weeks, more and more corpses of teens were found all over the city, people in high positions made sure nobody ever found out what had happened to the poor girls.