No one had heard from the Professor's lab in two weeks.  It wasn't long enough for others to be concerned, but it was long enough for Sheila and Elora to suffer the worst fate.  The lab had become a nest, the creature from beyond having gathered scrap and smoothing them out with its vile black goo that hardened to lacquer.
The fawn and the kangaroo watched their bellies bloat full of seed, having been bred multiple times over the course of the week.  The monster became oddly gentle, making sure not to harm them no matter how much they fought or tried to resist.  They felt a new horrid life festering in their wombs, a writhing shudder that crawled beneath their skin.
	"H-how long is this going to take?" whimpered Elora.
	"I dunno," gasped Sheila, "I'm not a flipping mother, I don't wanna be, this is SICK!"
	"Maybe he'll let us go, a-after we gave him them?"
	"Or he'll breed us again, the ruddy sod."
The creature returned with several fish impaled on its tail, slipping them off in front of the mothers-to-be as they turned away in protest.
	"Just, visiting, alright?"
	"We're not eating!" Sheila shook her head.  "You want us to be yer wives, you let us leave!"
	"Not here to make...trouble."
	"STOP IT!" Elora shrieked.  "S-stop using Spyro's voice you, y-you CREEP!"
	"Look, can you even understand us?!" the roo kicked in her restraints.  "If we...we let you have yer kids, are you gonna let us go?"
	"You better not miss."  The creature smiled wider offering the fish.  "Let's do this."
	"Ugh...fine."
They couldn't resist eating, starved as they were with their bodies' sudden transformation and the parasites within sucking their nutrients dry.  Every day for the past week they were exhausted without even moving, their throats gasping and their stomachs rumbling in desperate need.  In truth they appreciated the fish, despite it being from the monster who raped them.
That only made them distrust the creature even more, the fact it wanted them alive for its sadistic need.  They could never tell what it was thinking, its purple eyes of crackling flame sometimes shifting to a soft green or blue when it purred and licked their bellies.
Through the nights they slept in a struggling fit, the slithering warmth inside their bellies constantly putting them uneased as the binding coccoon of the creature's black gel kept them restrained.  Mornings were even harder, a sickness trembling through their bodies that made them queasy with the constant writhing.
But their suffering would soon be over, as the day would finally come to unleash their new children.  The creature stood over them, sensing the heat inside their bodies as it pulled apart the black tendrils to expose their bellies, a proud look from its long dripping fangs as the girls shuddered with sudden kicks.
	"A-AAAGH, NO, ELORA THEY'RE COMING!"
	"NNNNGH, HAAAH!  They're...r-really starting to kick!"
	"A-AGH, IT, IT HURTS, IT HUUUURTS!"
	"JUST GRIT YOUR TEETH AND PUSH, WE'LL BE DONE SOON!"
Both of them were fully expecting the traditional birth, not that either of them had known it before.  Elora had been a midwife in the past, and knew the struggles better than Sheila as well as what to expect.  But this was different.  This was a hellbeast who did not have partners, nor lovers.  It had hosts, and victims.
	"NNGH, A-AAGH!" the kangaroo kicked.  "It, i-it's AAAH, m-my stomach hurts!"
	"What?!" gasped Elora.  "But...no, it-AAAH, th-this isn't how it should-"
	"GAH, M-MY HEART, S-SOMETHING'S, T-TOUCHING IT!"
	"Oh...o-oh no."  The fawn's eyes widened.  "No please, no no don't do this, DON'T DO THIS!"
	"Let me out."  The creature stroked her bulging belly.  "Let...ME...out."
The girls started to sob with rising panic, as the monsters would bite and rip and chew their flesh from inside.  They felt their wombs slowly come apart, a reddening bruise forming on their bellies that turned darker with the writhing of serpents.
They howled and screamed from the twisting fangs, biting through the flesh and pulling under their ribs with a long bowing creak.  Sobs filled the air as they wept in fright from the bulging push against their bellies.  They saw heads beneath the fur, long and serpentine with outstretched teeth that tugged down and ripped bloody tendrils free.
Elora looked to Sheila for one last ounce of strength, as if pleading to find a way out of this with her strength and cunning.  But the roo had nothing, all she could do was weep with a stuttering gasp, as something punched beneath her stomach and stabbed up from her bloody abdomen.
A fountain of scarlet sprayed her face, causing Elora to scream in horror as Sheila spasmed with guttural fits.  Her strength was surprising as she held on, clenching her teeth with straining jaw as something crawled out of the second hole of her womb.  A rancid hissing thing with too much teeth and a blind pale head.
	"OH, OH NO, PLEASE NO!"
But Elora could not escape it.  She watched her own body give birth to new life as her shrieks became higher in a wretched moan, before her own abdomen betrayed her.  A vile anguish filled her entire being, as she saw her new child with its plated head and many mouths already tearing at her skin.  She was not as strong as Sheila, who watched her friend in twitching tears.
The newborn looked to Elora, watching its mother convulse and seeming to hiss with disappointment at how weak she was.  The same noise came from the father, who snarled displeased at the fawn stuttering her last.  Her eyes rolled up and her body arched as the infant started eating through her belly, cutting her open to expose her juiciest organs.
Her stomach felt like a wet paper bag, split apart so easily by the gnashing teeth that swarmed inside her.  She would only die when her heart was taken, after her lungs and liver were devoured in violent rips causing her to suffocate and choke on her own blood, retching scarlet before her eyes turned white.
Sheila watched her friend draw her last breath, as the succulent tearing of flesh filled her ears.  She looked down at her own infant, her muscles straining against the immense agony of the hole above her womb.  But it didn't start eating her, instead it looked with a curious glint.
	"I don't, wanna die," hissed the Pinnacle being, "here to make...weirdos."
The father bent down with derisive chuckle, nuzzling its new children who shrieked with bloody teeth.  Then it licked Sheila's face with a strange pride, the kangaroo cringing as she slowly understood why she wasn't dead yet.  Because she was strong.  Her new child recognised the scent of their own, the scent of father and the taste of mother.
Her vile offspring only ate the loose skin, whatever it could take without actively harming her.  Sheila clenched with stifling sobs, forcing a smile as if the entity could understand when it kept licking along her face.
	"Is...i-is that all you want?" the roo grunted.  "You just...wanted to make babies?  F-fine...fine, you had me...just lemme go, alright?  Just let me leave, you got two already."
	"Real...lonely out here."  The Pinnacle shivered.  "Don't wanna...done yet."
	"W-wait...wot?"
Her fear grew when the creature walked above her, showing something throbbing between its legs as she shook her head.  The infant was first given a fish, the greedy little serpent crawling out freely to tear with dozens of fangs and slurp down slivers of skin in oily goodness.
	"Wanna be a PAL?"
	"NO, N-NO, N-NOT AGAIN!" she screamed.  "I GAVE YOU ONE, YOU FILTHY MONGREL!"
	"Don't wanna DIE?!"  The creature grinded its growing length between her legs.  "Do what...I don't wanna."
	"But, b-but you, you ruined me!  You can't even, LOOK WHAT YOU DID!"
She gestured to the hole in her womb as the creature poured out its vile goo from its tongue to smear over the wound.  In seconds it would solidify, turning as taut as her flesh and spreading across the gash with a cold sickening feel.  Sheila trembled as their newborn kept eating the fish, as the father unveiled its thick throbbing shaft.
Sheila couldn't stop it, even without her restraints she lacked the strength to push the fiend back when it raped her again, shoving to the hilt with agonising force as the wallaby screamed.  She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as that familiar pain came through, the grinding of her walls opening up easier than before.
But the agony was still present, the fear and humiliation with an even greater horror now prevalent.  This was her fate.  She thought Elora was the unlucky one to have died so soon, but in truth she was the fortunate one.  Sheila cursed her strength there and then, and with each new thrust ravaging her body again, she prayed that she would die sooner.
	"P-please, stop," she cried futile, "I don't...I-i don't wanna do this again."
	"Don't...wanna be a pal?" hissed the creature looming above.  "Lonely...gotta get...weirdos."
	"N-no, NO!  A-AAAARGH!"
Every thrust punched her womb like a sharp fist, gasping with growing tears as she wracked her body in howling cries in the depths of the steel ruins.  The laboratory creaked with the pounding thrusts of the entity, grinding harder into her depths now loosened from the previous breeding.  But now she feared for the future.  This endless cycle she would be trapped until her death.
Her second week in bondage was far worse without her friend.  Elora's body would be mangled, ravaged by her child as the last flickers of her brain disappeared, her veins stripped and flesh pulled from fur, organs mushed into a steaming jelly that the worm slurped down in visceral joy.
Each passing day the fawn was reduced to a skeleton, the bone revealed and her eyes ripped free by her child, as a sign to Sheila who was forced to lay beside her.  Watching, dreaming, hoping her body would give her mercy.  Sometimes she tried to hold her breath to try and suffocate, despite knowing she would pass out before then.
But the monster gave her no rest, raping her day and night to make certain she was bred for the next child to accrue.  Her first child was exploring the surroundings, savouring the knowledge of the machines and sometimes eating Elora with its sibling.  Sheila went to a fugue state by the third day, her mind breaking bit by bit, numbing the horror after the 36th hour she spent watching her friend's skull picked clean.
The end of the second week came as the roo felt her womb expand, gasping with a vague sob left echoing in her throat.  She knew it was coming, but all she could do was speak her regrets, panting with desperation as the creature smiled above her.  Its eyes of simmering fuchsia mocked her, taunted her as the second creature pushed against the gel-filled hole above her womb.
	"Haaah, a-aaaah!"
	"Done yet?" the creature purred.  "Let weirdo out...let...it...out."
	"N-no, nooo!  S-spyro...Elora...I'm s-so sorry...s-sorry."
All her strength and bravado had gone, slowly torn down through the passage of time and the constant breeding that had destroyed her soul.  She wasn't going to last this time, and knowing this she smiled in relief.  The birth of her second child was less agonising, but only by the weakness of her body starting to fade as the foul beast ripped a wider hole from her womb.
Her eyes rolled up in the plateau of pain, her entire body become a festering wound as her spirit left before her infant would emerge.  The first child shrieked in an odd excitement at its brethren, crawling up with a gentle purr as the father gave a strange chuckle, that little tingle of delight to see one's descendant with all of the same features.
But the Pinnacle's face twisted with disappointment at the death of the roo.  The second child was stronger, more bulbous somehow with a pronounced head of thicker plates and a certain aura that the father sensed.  They both spoke to each other, a sharper voice than the firstborn of the roo as an entire conversation passed within seconds.
The wallaby twitched in sudden spasms as her children feasted upon her, no longer worth anything but a hollowed coccoon to feed them.  Once it was satisfied of their nurturing, the Pinnacle took its leave towards the shore.  There was no life on the island apart from the fish, an odd bird too careless to leave sometimes flew overhead as the creature walked across the sands.
Exposed to the sunlight, the alien stared briefly at the great glowing orb in the sky with a fascination, its beige stony plates covering a black scaled back with pale underbelly.  On the shores it was perfectly camouflaged, which made hunting for crabs the easiest thing it had done as it snatched a lobster and crunched half of it.  Chewing through the shell it swallowed the meat and sniffed around towards the edge of the tropical isle, a crackling energy that its subderma resonated with.
	"Anyone...there?  Just...visiting."
The voice of Spyro continued in its sinister tone, odd and broken with the right words in the wrong inflection.  The long serpentine tail twisted out from behind with a curved sickle at the tip, its eyes of glowing flame peaking to a curious green when it found a portal.
In a small hut at the edge of the sands a gate stood waiting, a stone arch with crystals imbedded around its frame with a mystic energy.  A swirling void of clouds entranced it, as the Pinnacle approached with a sniff.
	"Real lonely...out here.  Nobody to mess with."  The creature grinned.  "Alright.  Let's do this."
The creature stepped through to drift in the abyss.  A wondrous sky welcomed it, a grand bubble where he swam through the air and felt a drifting power pull it towards the other end of the gateway.  The smell of gems and cold mountain winds excited it, such geological splendour it had barely known.

When it arrived, the alien was greeted by looming towers of crystal, jutting out the sides of a dark lonesome peak trapped in eternal midnight.  Long thin bridges crossed between plateaus floating in the deep night sky, stars spreading across the void to bedazzle its eyes as it saw other gates to various worlds.
	"Hhhellooo?"
The voice of a dead dragon rang out across the abyss.  It smelt something on the wind, the same scent of the two females it had bred but one was noticeably male.  Its back reared up in expectant fight, the testosterone inciting aggression as it carefully wandered over the bridge to search for the potential threat.
Approaching an island that was off on its own, the scent became stronger as the creature saw two bodies sitting at the edge.  Too small to ambush, the alien sat behind a large ruby wedged in the mountain to observe its new targets, a rabbit in a purple cloak and a cheetah dressed in green.
	"What one's THAT?" the feline pointed to the stars.
	"That's Irben," said the yellow bunny, "she was the first sorceress to master ice."
	"But...you just freeze the water, dontcha?"
	"As a spell, Hunter," she bopped his nose, "making ice without using water, from the vapours in the air."
	"She coulda gotten a fridge," Hunter scratched his head, "we got those in Avalar."
	"We have those here too, just not in Irben's time."
	"So which star's your favourite, out of all the ones here?"
	"Mmmmm," the rabbit leaned back, "probably that one over there, you see the four of those making a rectangle?"
	"Uhhhh...no?"
The cheetah squinted until the hare grabbed his chin, directing his eyes proper with a pointing finger.
	"That, right there, is Denevura, the great sorcerer of sleep.  He loved his wife so much, that when she passed away, he spent an eternity trying to bring her back."
	"Awww...dang that's, really sad."
	"But he couldn't revive her, of course, so instead he decided to put himself to sleep, and meet her in his dreams.  He made the most powerful sleep spell in existence, and all the time he was still awake, he was the foremost authority on the dreamtime."
	"So, wait," Hunter tapped his chin, "he just went to sleep so he'd dream about his wife forever?"
	"Yes," the rabbit sighed dreamily, "I think it's so...romantic in a weird tragic way."
	"You know, I take a lot of naps, and you're in my dreams a lot."
The cat smiled with his long pearly teeth.
	"But I don't need to sleep that often when you're around, Bianca."
	"Hahaha, that...you're sweet," the hare kissed him, "even if I don't know what you're thinking half the time."
	"Well, right now I'm thinking about why Spyro's not back yet, and also if manta rays like cheese sandwiches."
	"I'm sure Spyro's fine, he's tough he can handle anything...I don't know about mantas though, the Professor would know."
	"Yeaaah," the cheetah laid on his back, "man all these stars are amazing, who named all of them?"
	"Astronomers," Bianca rolled on top of him, "but I prefer the star in front of me."
	"Hahah, awww yer making me blush."
They kissed softly in a sweet embrace, his arms wrapped round hers with her ears flopping over him, a tender suckle with sweet moaning breaths.  As they kissed deeper, his tongue slipping across hers, they heard a strangely familiar voice from the mainland.
	"Are you DONE yet?!"
	"WHU-HUH?!"
He rolled Bianca off and reached for his bow, an arrow plucked with practice from his quiver as he took aim whilst his wife crackled a bolt from her fingers.
	"You wanna take me on, you better not miss."
	"Wait...is that, Spyro?" the cheetah rolled his eyes.  "Jeeez dude, where the heck you been?!"
	"What happened?" the rabbit stood up dusting her cloak.  "You were gone for ages, is everything alright?"
	"I'm...just visiting," said the voice from the crystals, "real lonely."
	"Well, we're kinda in the middle of something," Hunter rubbed his neck, "where's Elora and Sheila, they're not with you?"
	"Not.  Don't wanna be...a pal."
	"What do you mean?" Bianca stepped close.  "Is...are you alright?"
	"Nobody...visiting."
The words sounded odd and uneven, which worried them both as the rabbit cast a rainbow across the abyss.  Hardening colours formed a bridge as they raced over to the giant ruby, searching for the voice of their friend with growing concern.  The predator smiled from above, its eyes turned golden with glee at the new prey.
When it lunged for Hunter, Bianca immediately turned and fired with a blast of stellar light.  The creature cared not for her attack, landing on the cheetah who coughed with a harsh wheeze under the Pinnacle.
	"WHA-WHAT, WHAT THE HECK-"
	"CLOSE YOUR EYES!"
The wizard punched out another spark from her fingers, shooting the monster with bolts of lightning that it barely registered as it slathered a thick drooling black over Hunter's face.  The rabbit charged up her fist and came flying with a cracking blow, an explosion from her knuckles throwing the beast off briefly as she pulled her lover up.
	"GO, GO!"
	"WHAT IS THAT?!" cried Hunter.
	"I DON'T KNOW JUST RUN!"
Taking charge, Bianca grabbed the cheetah as they ran towards the nearest gate.  Running across a bridge over the abyss, they felt the galloping shudder of the beast from behind as it launched itself far above their heads and crunched in front of them.  The walkway suddenly shifted, cracking under the monster's feet as Bianca lunged with a magical punch.
When the creature knocked her back with a fast paw, Hunter pulled out his bow with an arrow straight for the eye, startling the Pinnacle enough to grab the bunny and rush past the monster once more.  But his leg was suddenly caught by the long tail, slashing his back and wrapping round his limb to pull him back as he turned and tried to fire his bow.
The entity suddenly shifted out of existence, a flickering static that caused its head to fade as the arrow passed through harmlessly.  Reeling Hunter in, it watched his claws tearing the dirt as Bianca ran towards the beast.  When she tried to punch with a heavenly fist of golden magic, her arm phased through the Pinnacle completely as it smiled with wicked glee before grabbing the back of her neck, and slamming her into the dirt.
	"GUH, G-GET OFF!"
	"BIANCA, GET OUTTA THERE!" Hunter cried.
	"I'M TRYING, DON'T TOUCH ME YOU-"
	"Stop," the creature hissed, "be a pal."
	"Whah...S-spyro?" gasped the hare.  "Is that-"
	"But, how?" Hunter shook his head.  "No way you grew that big, you're all...creepy!"
	"Nobody to mess with...just visiting."
	"Hunter, when I say run, run."
Bianca looked to him with a severe nod as he gulped nervous.  With a daring cry she wrenched her body through the claws and slammed her fist into the creature's tail, a burning shock of pale fire through her knuckles that forced the Pinnacle to release the cheetah.
Hunter made a frantic run for the nearest portal, but the creature slammed its fist in Bianca's face to stun her and made a jumping grab for Hunter.  He dodged just barely from its claws but almost twisted his ankle, hobbling quicker away until a black gel shot at his feet and caused him to fall.
	"A-AAAGH, DANGIT!" he cried.  "I can't move!"
	"HUNTER, RUN!" Bianca shouted.
	"I CAN'T, THIS WEIRD JELLY'S STICKING TO MY FUR!"
	"Gotta get BACK."
The creature somehow made the same smile as Spyro did, terrifying Hunter before the Pinnacle walked back over to Bianca and dragged her by the ears over to her lover.  Putting them side by side, the monster retched another wad of gel to trap the sorceress, her hands bound on top of her chest with her legs spread apart and tethered individually.
Hunter was also soon bound, but his bindings were different, more leathery like a carapace as the monster slathered its viscous ooze back and forth like the layers of a truffle.  The cheetah struggled with desperate grunts, Bianca pushing against the vile substance that had hardened already to thick rubber.
Even her magic bunching up inside her fingers could not burst the gel free, nullified by whatever mixture it was composed of.  It smelled like the death of stars and the void all between, as she watched the creature hork up more of its fluid across her lover's body.
	"Hunter, Hunter hold on!"
	"NNNGH, i-it, AAAH, C-COLD, S-STOP IT YOU FREAK!"
	"Hunter hold your breath, I'll get us out I promise!"
	"HURRY, IT, AAAAANNNGH!"
Further up his chest the black ooze drooled across the cheetah, trapping his arms and legs completely in a cocoon that swallowed up his shoulders and poured over his head.  A terrible ice consumed him as he took a deep breath and bulged his cheeks, feeling the darkness overwhelm him as Bianca kicked and screamed all the harder.
	"N-NO, HUNTER, HUNTERRRR!"
	"MMMMMMPH!"
His eyes bulged with fear as the carapace was complete, swallowing his form entirely as the shell hardened fully with a crackling shudder.  Hunter's moans became muffled in panic, yet there were holes to allow breathing as something started to thicken inside.  His cries sounded like they were underwater, a pinkish ooze leaking out as the cheetah turned silent.
	"H-hunter, HUNTER!  HUNTER WHAT HAPPENED?!"
	"You the only...one."  The creature licked across her face.  "Let that thing...out.  Take me on."
	"What are you?" she shivered.  "Where did you...did someone summon you?  Are you bound?!"
	"Not...miss.  You...do this."
The rabbit gasped from his large thickening shaft between his two rear legs, planted directly above her pussy now exposed before it.  A drop of heinous pre trickled over the fluff of her cunt, gasping with a shudder from its liquid heat as she tried to kick even harder.
Had she known the fate of her two friends she would have learned not to try, to save her strength for the arduous fate that now awaited her as the Pinnacle grinned with a luscious smile.  The long ribbed penis shunted in her depths, softer than it had done with its previous hosts but still large enough to cause discomfort, aside from the mental horror of her being raped.
Bianca screamed at the invader in her womb, penetrating to the hilt with ease as her walls struggled not to clench, trying to not harm herself as she tried to focus her magic downwards into her body.  Some spell she might have to potentially eject the beast, or block its passage as she flicked through her mind desperately.
Something clicked as the beast started thrusting, rasping pants in a warped version of Spyro's voice that constantly unnerved her whilst her lover's cocoon continued to gestate.  The foul pink ichor dripped around to form a puddle, sickly and sweet like rotting flowers as Bianca cried out her spell.
	"FINBERMUS, CALSHEETEM!"
The Pinnacle felt something solid, the shaft punching against a bizarre magic barrier that had wrapped round the head and was slowly pushing it back.  The monster sneered with a mixture of confusion and insolence, suddenly grabbing her throat and strangling her with powerful grip.
	"Not...here to make trouble."
	"HR-RRRKHH!"
	"Mess...with me, make you stop."
Its words were rancid with a seething desire, her magic flickering as her mind suffocated whilst gritting her teeth and holding on best she could.  The beast kept thrusting against, and eventually would just shift its cock from existence to another, passing through the miniature barrier like a spectre of rape.  Bianca gasped with a shocking cry when the monster touched her cervix, despite all odds as she screamed with growing terror.
In that moment of fright the barrier dropped, and the Pinnacle continued its breeding without interrupt.  The pulsing demon shaft grinded along her walls and spread them finely, being cautious not to tear too much and only allow a thin sliver of red to trickle down its length.  Throughout all this, Bianca fidgeted in growing tears, struggling to understand how her magic could fail her.
The creature violated her with a festering glee, the rancid tongue hanging above her with temptations as Bianca shuddered from the touching of her womb.  The monster grinded with slow pumping hips, the walls of her pussy stretching wider with a creeping agony as her hands couldn't even twist inside her bondings.
	"Y-you...you f-f-fiend, what...what are you?!"
She looked over to the cocoon where her lover laid within.  Inside the screams of agony kept ringing through, a horrifying crack of the bone and the squishing of organs as something changed within him.  She would not know the pain that Hunter suffered, an intense unique anguish of his hips widening out, with the creaking of flesh and the stretching of bone.
Hunter shrieked with howling gasps, feeling his chest dilate and stretch out his pectorals to gain a sudden weight on top of his heart.  His ribs started to gape, his muscles contracting and twisting into themselves causing fits and spasms.  His entire body was on fire, a raw burning sensation like liquid fire through his veins that were plucked and pulled and realigned entirely different.
But the worst pain he suffered was between his legs.  Something was suffocating his testes, a rubber-bonded cage that turned smaller and smaller, slowly tightening like a leathery vice and squeezing them to a quiet subdued pop.  His shrieks rose higher enough for Bianca to cry out to him.
	"HUNTER, HUNTER CAN YOU HEAR ME?!  HOLD ON HUNTER, JUST HOLD ON!"
But all her bravado would do nothing to save him or her.  Despite the Pinnacle's gentle method of its breeding her, more than it had done to its friends, the rabbit flinched from its dripping tongue across her cheek.  Murmurings of an odd blissful fascination came from the entity, as it started to pick up speed once her cunt had gaped enough to let the blood thin out.
She didn't like the way its eyes burned in her head, not like a beast of burden would when incensed with heat.  She had seen cowleks when they were breeding, a vapid innocent lust in their doughy black eyes.  But this monster was intelligent, she felt it, the spark of glint in its flaming eyes that crackled with energy, changing to a curious green.
	"Are you...done yet?"
	"Never," she hissed, "I won't give in, I'll NEVER give in to you!"
	"Don't wanna be a paaaal?" the creature hissed bending lower.  "You...not...the only one...there."
	"What?  What are you saying?!"
	"Weirdo...take me on.  Make it...stop."
	"Weirdo...do you mean...oh no."
Her eyes widened with a terrible revelation.
	"Weirdos you mean...you mean others...my  friends?"
	"A pal...that thing," the creature nodded, "kill that thing, stop, done, not you."
	"Not...me?"
	"You better."  The creature licked over its fangs.  "You...better...weirdo, to make trouble."
	"No, no no, I won't!" Bianca kept trying to kick against.  "I won't be your stupid breeding tool you MONSTER!"
But the creature kept fucking, knowing full well she could do nothing against, trapped in bindings despite her magical force resonating deep in her body.  The Pinnacle savoured her aura, a wondrous energy that excited the creature with such potential, such joyful resistance in a potential breed.
So incensed it became with Bianca's resilience, the beast started cumming with a roar of bliss as it flooded her tunnel, gushing up her womb with thickening jizz and saturating her walls in hot alien seed.  The rabbit flinched with tears in her eyes, but she never outright sobbed, not giving the monster its satisfaction of breaking her.
Not like her lover, still trapped in the cocoon as Hunter's body went through a  vicious transformation.  The bubbling pink goo still dripped out of the carapace, darkening with red and occasional streams of white when his ballsac was fully compressed and slowly erased.
His cock was shoved deep into his body and gouged clean through, the black tendrils arround him like scalpels severing his shaft, splicing it open and unfolding it into a familiar shape.  A flowering shape, a pair of lips that would splay round his crotch, and deep within a new space was forming.
The transformation was now complete, after the most intense agony of her life.  Hunter's prison would unfold and reveal a startling new form, much to both her and Bianca's shock who shot up her ears at the sight of it.
	"Wh-what...what...what did that thing DO?!"
	"I-i, I don't know," Hunter whimpered with a higher voice, "i-it hurts, everything, Bianca everything hurts, my belly feels empty, my voice is all weird and all my muscles are in the wrong place!"
The cheetah now had thicker thighs and a lumpen pair of breasts, swollen from her pectorals as two pale-furred mounds that she cringed at the sight of.  She couldn't recognise herself, that startling strange feeling of her body being not her own, yet all its pains and twitches she felt clear as day.
Too weak to move or resist, she was no threat to the beast who pulled out of her lover, thick drooling seed from its meaty shaft dragging across the ground from Bianca's drenched dripping pussy.  Hunter did not realise until too late her own pussy was next, a white fuzzy scar of seething abscessed wounds.
	"N-no, no NO, NO G-GET AWAY, GET AWAY FROM ME!"
	"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" shrieked Bianca.  "DON'T YOU DARE, H-HUNTER RUN!"
	"I...I-i caaaan't!" she mewled with sobbing gasp.  "Please, m-make him s-stop, I can't, e-everything HURTS!"
And it was about to hurt even more, when the creature rubbed its thick length on the new puss.  Hunter tried to push herself away, but every inch of muscle burned with screaming heat.  Exhaustion overtook her, and she was helpless before the beast that would claim her new womb.
The monster was not so kind to the new female, stretching the virgin hole with relish as it shoved deep inside causing the cheetah to scream.  A sobbing moan from the ruthless rape, a feeling so sudden and vile that her entire body clenched causing all her muscles to burn even harder with fatigue.
The savage invasion of her new body was a horrendous sensation, the monstrous cock gouging her walls and running a river of fresh red across the Pinnacle's meat.  Punching into her womb, the entity hissed with excitement, a fresh untouched body that was rare to experience.  Pummelling with savage hips, the creature slathered across the new female's face, Hunter cringing even harder from the anguish that was left unending in her body.
The sordid feeling of a brutal shaft spearing in her gut was so different to the times she had done anal, and those were with good friends.  This was cruel and relentless with every single rippling fold screaming at it to stop, the soft fresh newly-formed skin tearing easy like petals in the storm.
Hunter's eyes rolled up with a stifling gasp, Bianca watching her lover's defilement with a sickening clench in her own full womb.  The only blessing the cheetah had was that the Pinnacle did not last as long, partly from its previous orgasm and partly from the exceptional tightness that she had.
A  few last thrusts punched into the very back of Hunter's new womb, bruising it dark in its first few minutes.before her wounds were flooded deep with molten jizz.  The surging heat of the thickening flood spewed within before rushing out of her ruined cunt, red mixing with white between her legs.
	"Done...take me.  Hello, weirdos."

Their first night they would suffer together, Hunter given the mercy of compassion in knowing how Bianca felt with a full abused body.  The creature kept them restrained with the black gel, their legs spread for breeding and birthing whilst it went to hunt for food.  Lizards and birds roamed the midnight mountain, the shards of crystal twinkling above to catch a hidden moon.
Once they had time to themselves, the cheetah started to break down easily with her face contorted in tears.  Bianca helped keep her sane, her rock to tether her to reality, as they ate what they were given when the creature skinned the feathers clean.  The Pinnacle was gentle, except when it fucked them, breeding again to make certain they would carry.
As they ate their food, they watched their bellies fill from their first infants within.  The slithering creep of something circling around the womb, hissing with excitement as Hunter wept again.  The week turned into a blur, trapped between their dreams and the living nightmare, the festering of their loins that stirred uneasy.
	"Hunter," gasped Bianca, "Hunter, how are you feeling?"
	"N-nnngh," she whimpered, "it...s-still can't get used to being...being a girl."
	"I know, I'm sorry I...you know, hahah, I just remembered one time I got turned into a boy, it really sucked."
	"Woah, really?"
	"Yeah, it...it was a magic spell, I said the wrong words because the book was badly-written, thought it said Homonem but Hemonem!"
	"Hah, hahahaa, dang that's crazy!" the cheetah shook her head.  "You never told me that."
	"Well it never felt a good time," the hare shrugged in her bindings, "this is the best if any."
	"So what was it like, being a dude for a while?"
	"Well, I hated my new voice, sounded like a smoker twenty years from now, and not having my bosom felt so weird I kept thinking I forgot something."
	"I'm feeling that between my legs," Hunter winced, "that...that monster didn't have to do that to me."
	"It's disgusting," Bianca shivered through her knees, "I know the scent it had though, it comes from the space between dimensions.  Something must have happened to the Professor, and Spyro too when they were experimenting with that new portal."
	"You think...Spyro's okay?  That thing talked like he does."
	"I don't...a-anyways, wanna know the funniest thing, when I did that spell?"
The hare gave the widest grin with a growing blush on her cheeks.
	"Sheila started coming on to me, thought I was like, a cousin of mine and we started talking too much I couldn't just TELL her what happened so uh...we went on a date?!"
	"Wh-what?!" gasped Hunter.  "When did this happen?!"
	"Oh like way before," Bianca gestured her head, "back before the Sorceress got REALLY nasty, it was...pretty funny!  We laughed it off once I reversed the spell, but it was the worst experience I had, hahahaha!"
	"Hah, I...I-i sure know how it feels, is there a way you can get me back?"
	"I should," the hare nodded, "we just have to get out of here first-A-AAAGH!"
She suddenly clenched her legs with a trembling in her gut.
	"AAAAAGH, AAAH, IT'S COMING!"
	"Oh, jeez!" Hunter whimpered.  "I'm not, I'm not, I-i wasn't expecting to be part of this so-A-AAAIIGH!"
The cheetah groaned feeling the same shuddering pain.
	"N-no, oh no, OHHH NO!"
	"It's okay, it's okay!" gasped the mage.  "Just, deep breaths, take deep breaths and push your hip muscles."
	"P-push, HOW?!"
	"Just, clench your butt, like you're pushing something down and out!"
	"OH, OHHH THIS SUCKS, OHHH DAMN BIANCA I DON'T WANT THIS!"
	"I DON'T EITHER, JUST DO IT!"
Their cries alerted the father, as the Pinnacle raced over with joy at their new suffering.  Bodies writhed in anguish as the bulges kicked and growled, the entity licking its lips before lapping across their stomachs with a cold wet tongue.  It walked over to Bianca, murmuring something in its beastly call as the newborn snarled less and calmed down with a little chirr.
The hare soon felt the newborn crawling downwards after forcing open her cervix.  It was long and slender, slippery like oil which was a blessing as she found the birth process strangely less painful than expected.  Whether by the creature's unusual shape, or her own high pain resistance she could not say.  But she was certainly not suffering as much as Hunter was in her new place.
Her infant had not calmed down, instead it was getting more aggressive as she felt the tugging of skin, the pulling tear of her inner flesh that would part beneath her abdomen, a spot of red turning thick on her snowy belly.  She looked towards Bianca hoping to draw strength from her endurance, the hare staring with steel-flinted gaze at the monster.
	"Buh, Beh, Bianca!  S-something, s-s-something's kicking in me!"
	"It's fine," she gritted her teeth, "just push, push hard as you can."
	"No, n-no it, it's not going down!  It's coming up!"
	"Wait, what?"
	"It's moving up, it-OW!  O-OWW IT'S BITING ME!"
	"What, but, no, that shouldn't be-"
	"AAAAARGH, A-AAAAGH, NOOO!"
The cheetah screamed with frenzy, the growing agony of her childbirth turning worse by its insatiable hunger.  The monster looked on at the former male, smiling at the womb hollowed out inside that became a perfect receptacle.  Hunter shrieked with spasms of fright as the terrible teeth pushed against her skin.
Red turned to black from her growing wound as the first drops of blood began to trickle through her belly.  There was a sound of tearing, as something grabbed and pulled down the skin, causing a hole to form before it shredded free and formed a horrible gash that gaped even wider.  Fear trembled through her with increasing pain, as something punched through with a howling shriek that joined its mother.
	"BIANCA, BIANCAAAA, A-AAAAAAARGH!"
	"HUNTER, NOOOO!"
The feline screeched with a rabid howl, twitching her head back and forth in a desperate urge to free herself.  The monster's child ripped open her belly, writhing free from the fresh womb and watching its new mother in a shuddering death.  Disappointment filled its senses along with the father, who already knew that Hunter would die even if a small hope had wanted another female to breed twice.
Bianca stuttered with tears at her lover's death, Hunter's eyes rolling up in a deathly gasp as the newborn started to eat.  The worst of it was, that she could hardly recognise Hunter's voice, a higher rasp with a body that signalled her fate to come.  As the cheetah's infant began its feast, the rabbit turned away with a shivering sob to look up at the Pinnacle.
	"Let's do this...weirdo."
	"You....you sick freak," the hare rasped, "the longer you keep me alive, the more chances I'll have to destroy you."
	"Real lonely out here," the entity grinned, "don't wanna die?  Be a pal."
The sounds of tearing flesh pricked her ears as Hunter was devoured easily, the lining of her womb chewed up and swallowed by the hungry slithering beast.  It only made Bianca seethe even more with despair when she felt her own child come slipping out the natural way.
Cringing between her thighs, she felt the monster birth from her vulva in a hissing glee, crawling up her belly to leave a long trail of amniotic fluid as the eyeless serpent grinned at her.  The Pinnacle bent down with a short huff, nuzzling it before they both turned towards Bianca.
	"You...the only one."
	"No," Bianca snarled, "no I won't be.  I'll stop you somehow, I promise that."
	"Did you kill?  Better not."
The alien stepped up between her legs again, and shoved its cock deep inside once more to savour her wet freshly-birthed tunnel as she groaned in gasping pain.  She was now a slave to another beast, a monster who could stand against her magic not unlike her former mistress.  But this one was far crueller, and more indecipherable.
Bianca would learn fear eventually, after the rapes would be common, and her births even moreso for week after week.  Her children would grow, next to the corpse of her lover being stripped to the bone, cold and alone on the mountain of midnight.