The doctor and the assistant lift you off the table and take you outside. They drop you down and pet you to calm you down. Then leave you alone.
Two of the male coyotes see you and bark a greeting at you before they start addressing themselves.
The coyotes fight, and bicker who is better as you start to feel your body stir. Curious at what happen you lift your leg to view the lack of manhood. In shock you reach your muzzle and lick underneath your asshole. Your virgin opening grabs your tongue and you taste your own sweet juices.
The realization that you are bitch comes just as the coyotes determine who the victor is. The victor lopes over smiling and wagging his tail. You can smell his maleness. You can see his red hot poker dropping out of his sheath. But you don’t want it. You deny yourself the view. He comes over and licks your muzzle.
You want to lick back but no way are you going to be his bitch. He walks behind you and you cover your feminine opening even though your nose is picking up his scent. His tongue gently feels with thoughts of lust and you stand up.
Against your human will your tail raises, and his slobbery tongue rips into your motherhood. You groan and feel your vagina wink at him tempting him to mount you.
He jumps on your back thrusting his canine plunger into your stopped up vagina. Breaking you for the first time. Your tight lips prove hard but not impossible for the coyote to push his love piece inside. You instinctively buck as he pumps into you. Each pleasure, each pump eats away at your human thoughts. The pleasure mounts destroying your mind, your thoughts. Until he plunges his knot fully into your womanhood you take his coyotehood and tie him inside. Pushing him into a frenzy of thrusts, pushing your coyote mind to pure lust. In an instant all is clear, your life, your motherhood, the coyote won.
You howl in ecstasy, in lust and remain in loving clutches of your coyote stud for the next half hour.
As you both stand butt to butt he smiles at you and licks your face. Nuzzling you know that you are going to bear children. And happy. After all you are coyote’s bitch.