A stone altar and the gals (bad end?)

You see a wide, low stone altar, but also Priscilla, Dana, and Tasha. All three are curled up alseep, naked and facing the altar.

You start towards them but feel hands clamp onto your shoulders.

You spin and see Ally holding you, her eyes distant as she mouths some unheard remark.

"What the?" You start but turn your attention back to the gals, all of whom are unfolding themselves. You didn't notice before with them curled away from you but each of them is wearing incredibly beautiful animal masks.

"Finally. A male to begin the cycle again." A voice like velvet and hunger cuts through the darkness. You can't see the speaker but a number of things become apparent all at once.

Firstly, that the women who are now closing on you each have animal genitals. Tasha, with her Mustang mask, is sporting a monsterous equine member that you are certain could kill you. Priscilla, with a pointed ear dog mask, has an almost sword like member, with a sharp point and eye-watering knot. Dana, on the other hand has the smallest member with her Cat mask, her cock you see has some worrying looking barbs on it.

Secondly, they all are leaking thick ropes of cum as they walk.

Thirdly, that Ally has to pinned to her chest with one arm whilst the other yanks your pants down, the chill air harsh on your bare ass.

"Thank you again for making this so easy. You will be treasured as First." The voice croons by your ear. You struggle to see the speaker but to no avail. They close on you and you are stripped and laid out on the altar. No matter how you struggle, there's always at least two holding you down at any point. Besides, you lack the energy to resist before too long.

You can't think about moving while you are being spitroasted on these overly large rods. How you can even contain Priscilla's massive dog-cock, you don't know. But your mind rocks between the pain of being stretched to your limit and then having that limit reshaped. Her squat knot manages to pop through your battered hole with an explosion of sensation. You would scream but Dana's wide cockhead has your jaw distending. Without changing pace they start pump hot spunk into you, even and constant. You whimper and sputter as your passages are painted with their seed. Your own cock painfully hard as they start slamming their hips together at the same time. You lose yourself to the feeling of your prostate is on fire with stimulation as it is hammered flat.

You soon pass out.

Time has no meaning. You wake to either getting gang banged my an increasing number of different Futa. Each with a beautiful mask, each with a strange new way to impale you.

Or you are giving birth.

It was strange the first time, you knew it was coming after your belly swelled to traditional size and the gang fucks were more focused on pouring gallons of semen down your throat.

When the time came, it was different as it was incredibly orgasmic experience as you heaved out softball sized egg. Then another, at times a dozen or so would reverently be carried away from your broken, shaking body, the passing of each one would send you into a rolling orgasm. You were dimly aware that what hatched were needed for turning regular futa into Beastwomen but not the details.

Besides, you didn't care after a while, it was after they started to bring in a few other males.

Watching them get broken, just like you, was too much. You started to enjoy it in earnest, delighting in watching them become mindless broodwhores.

As you cheered them on, you felt your own desire to leave this cave fade. You could watch this forever.

And so you did.