re: fiction, bestiality, noncon, mindbreak, diapers
the boy's hole never does repair, especially when the dogs keep finding them again. the broken toddler stripping for them the second they hear the alpha's growl, being extra careful with the diapers they're now required to wear with their hole being permanently useless.the fuck sessions getting longer and longer each time as the pack rides it like a train until it passes out. once its eventually caught in the act, and after a few dozen therapy sessions, the psychological and medical consensus is that it's okay to let them continue. body already broken and accustomed to the rough fucking enough to not cause any more issues, and brain resistant to any attempts to restructure the behavior into a negative light.
thus spending the rest of its life as a bitch to ferals, nothing more adorning its body than a pink collar with an embedded airtag and its required diapers. their breakfast of wet 'dog food' (oatmeal with bits of fried bacon mixed in) laced with prescribed puberty blockers and growth stunters.
on its fourth birthday (which it can't remember a lick of) they're shipped off air mail to a black market cosmetic surgeon; robotic tail fused to its spine and matching ears fused to its skull, both new appendages fully functional and covered in soft pink fur; the pink also replacing their normal hair color after a thorough dye job, the formula seeping into the follicles directly, forever altering any new growth.
the last pieces of their birthday present are much simpler, a microchip embedded into their skin and a pair of tattoos; forever marking it as a blank shooting bestiality bitch.
#bestiality #shota #rape #diapers #bad_end