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Chapter 17 by Demra Demra

Do you survive the birthing?

No

You struggle for hours, several of your master's pups clawing their way free of your devastated pussy, and trotting off to join the pack.

You watch them, eyes filling with tears of pride as you draw your last breaths.

That night, the pack feasts on you, wasting nothing, taking all that remained of you for the good of the pack, your master, and your children.

Bad End. You were dog food.

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