Mother's creation

© 2025 by Malika Miller

“Come on, Mom, it’s just a party,” whined Luna, her voice a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Her mother, Elara, fixed her with a stern gaze, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly. “It’s more than just a party, Luna. It’s your debut, your chance to show everyone what you’re made of.”

Luna rolled her eyes and huffed, “But why do I have to wear this?” She tugged at the tight, revealing dress that left little to the imagination.

Elara’s expression softened, her eyes lingering on her daughter’s youthful curves. “Because, my dear, you’re going to be the belle of the ball,” she said, stroking Luna’s cheek. “Now, go get ready. We’ve got a big night ahead of us.”

The house was a flurry of activity as Elara prepared for the evening’s festivities. She checked the lighting, ensuring it cast a seductive glow across the room. She arranged the plush pillows and blankets just so, creating a comfortable yet inviting scene. The smell of Elara’s expensive perfume filled the air, a scent that Luna had grown to associate with anticipation and a hint of fear.

In her room, Luna stared at herself in the mirror, the dress feeling like a second skin. She fidgeted with her long, blonde hair, feeling the weight of her mother’s expectations on her shoulders. At 18, she was still a virgin, something Elara had been eager to remedy for months. But Luna wasn’t sure she was ready for the world her mother was about to introduce her to.

“Remember, Luna,” Elara called from the other room, “trust me. I’m doing this for you.”

Luna took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she knew was to come. She didn’t fully understand the world her mother was a part of, but she knew it was something she had to endure, something that would change her life forever.

The doorbell rang, echoing through the house. Luna’s heart skipped a beat. It was time. She glanced at the clock, noticing it was almost 8 PM. The guests would be arriving soon. With trembling hands, she applied a final coat of lip gloss and walked out of her room, her legs feeling like jelly with every step she took towards the living room.

The room grew silent as she entered, the tension palpable. Elara sat regally on a velvet couch, a glass of wine in her hand, watching her daughter with a predatory gaze. The other guests, an eclectic mix of men and women, all with a certain look in their eyes, waited with bated breath. Luna felt their eyes on her, hungry and curious.

“Everyone, this is Luna,” announced Elara with a proud smile. “Tonight, she’s going to become a woman.”

The room erupted in a chorus of cheers and claps, the sound ringing in Luna’s ears. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she looked around, searching for an escape route.

“Mom, what are you talking about?” she whispered, her voice shaking.

Elara’s smile widened. “You’ll see, my sweet girl. Trust me, you’re going to love it.”

And with those words, Luna realized she had no choice but to follow her mother’s lead into this twisted world of pleasure and pain.

The evening unfolded in a blur of faces and fur, as the guests began to arrive with their four-legged companions. The room grew crowded with the sound of panting and eager whispers. Luna recognized none of the people, but she had seen the type before—the ones who looked at her with hunger in their eyes whenever Elara posted videos of her online. The scent of musk and dog filled the air, mingling with the aroma of expensive alcohol and candles.

Her mother had always been a dominant force in her life, but Luna never imagined this was the path she would choose for her. Yet here she was, dressed like a sex doll and ready to be offered up to a creature that could tear her apart with one wrong move.

Elara led her into the center of the room, a spotlight shining down from the ceiling. In the center of the spotlight sat a massive Rottweiler, its fur bristling with excitement. Luna’s eyes widened at the sight of its engorged cock, a knot already beginning to form. Her stomach churned, but she knew better than to resist.

“Meet Brutus,” Elara said with a wink. “Your first partner for the night.”

Luna felt the room spin as she was positioned on her hands and knees, the dress hiked up to expose her bare ass and virgin pussy. The dog’s eyes locked onto hers, a primal need burning within them. She took a shaky breath and whispered a silent prayer as she felt the dog’s hot breath against her skin.

The first touch was surprisingly gentle, the velvety tip of Brutus’ cock brushing against her sensitive flesh. She bit her lip to stifle a whimper, her eyes never leaving her mother’s, seeking reassurance. But Elara’s gaze was cold, her expression one of pure excitement. She had become the director of this macabre play, orchestrating every move.

The dog’s knot grew larger, pressing against her, and Luna could feel the warmth of his arousal. She was about to lose her virginity in the most unorthodox way imaginable. The room was silent, the anticipation thick, as the Rottweiler’s cock began to push inside her. It was a strange mix of pain and pressure that she had never felt before.

And as the knot passed her tight entrance, lodging deep within her, she let out a scream that was both agonizing and oddly pleasurable. The room erupted in cheers and claps, camera phones flashing. But all she could focus on was the intense fullness and the burning desire to pull away—but she knew she couldn’t. She was her mother’s creation now, a new star in the dark sky of extreme pornography.

Elara leaned in close, whispering into her ear, “You’re doing so well, baby. Just remember, this is what you were born for.”

And with that, Luna felt a strange sense of pride, a twisted acceptance of her new fate. Her mother’s words were like a drug, numbing the fear and pain, leaving only the thrill of the unknown. As the dog began to thrust, she closed her eyes, her body moving in sync with his powerful strokes.

The pain grew less intense, replaced by a building warmth that spread through her core. She could feel the knot inside her, swelling and pulsing, a part of her she never knew she needed. It was a strange, overwhelming sensation that made her want to both beg for more and run away screaming.

But she didn’t move, she didn’t fight. Instead, she let the animal claim her, her moans and whimpers mixing with the dog’s grunts and the audience’s applause. It was a performance, and she was the star, her mother’s greatest creation.

As the night went on, Luna lost count of the number of men and dogs she was paired with, her body pushed to its limits. Yet with each encounter, she grew more comfortable, more adept at pleasing them all. The fear had morphed into something else, something darker, something that thrilled her in ways she never knew possible.

And through it all, Elara watched, her eyes never leaving her daughter, a proud smile playing on her lips. This was her masterpiece, a testament to her dominance and control. The thought sent a thrill down her spine, and she couldn’t help but reach between her own legs, her fingers finding the wetness that had been building since she’d first laid eyes on Brutus.

As the night grew later, the partygoers grew more wild. Luna found herself on a makeshift stage, surrounded by a sea of faces that were a blur of lust and greed. The Rottweiler had been replaced with a series of eager canines, each one more massive than the last. Her cries filled the room, a symphony of pain and pleasure that seemed to fuel the crowd’s appetite.

Elara moved around the room, her camera capturing every moment, every intimate detail of her daughter’s degradation. She posted snippets to her private social media account, the likes and comments flooding in from her devoted followers. The money would be pouring in soon, and she would use it to fund their new life, a life of luxury and depravity.

Luna’s body was a canvas, painted with sweat and cum, her eyes glazed over from the endless barrage of sensation. Yet amidst the chaos, she felt something else, something that scared her more than the knots inside her. It was power. With each grunt and thrust, she could feel the control she had over these animals, the way they obeyed her every command. It was a high she hadn’t anticipated, a rush that made her feel alive.

As the final act approached, Elara led out a Saint Bernard, its size almost comical in contrast to Luna’s small frame. But the girl had proven herself, and she was ready. The audience held its breath as the giant beast mounted her, its knot pressing against her abused pussy. The room was silent except for the sound of skin slapping and wet noises.

Luna took it all, her body moving in a rhythm she didn’t recognize as her own. She felt the knot swell, filling her completely, stretching her to the brink of what she thought she could handle. And when it popped free, she screamed, a sound that was a mix of agony and ecstasy.

The partygoers erupted into applause, showering the new porn star with compliments and cash. Elara’s heart swelled with pride. Her baby girl had taken to it like a natural, and she knew that this was just the beginning. The mother and daughter duo would conquer the world of bestiality porn, their names synonymous with the darkest desires of the internet.

The following weeks were a whirlwind of filming and editing, of late-night uploads and early-morning photo shoots. Luna became a pro at handling the knots, her body adapting to the extreme size and girth of her canine co-stars. She learned to work the camera, to angle herself just right for the best shots, to make the most of every moan and whimper.

And as the money rolled in, Elara expanded their operation, investing in better equipment, a more luxurious home, and a stable of the most exotic and well-endowed animals she could find. Luna’s life had become a never-ending series of scenes, each more intense and depraved than the last.

But she wasn’t just a performer, she was a star, and she began to crave the attention, the power that came with it. The fear and doubt from that first night had been replaced with something darker, something that whispered in her ear, telling her she was unstoppable.

Together, they ruled their twisted kingdom, pushing boundaries and making millions in the process. And as they sat in their plush home, surrounded by the spoils of their success, Luna couldn’t help but wonder what other twisted delights awaited her in the future. Because in this new world, she had discovered that she was not just her mother’s obedient daughter—she was a creature of lust, born to be filled and used, and she loved every second of it.

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