> A Bone to Bury
>  by Some Leech
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> Bark Bork
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Trekking through the woods outside of town, Leech presumed her day would be spent like many others - wandering around aimlessly for something to occupy herself. Her various friends were busy, there was some massive gathering of soccer moms in town - likely having to do with some stupid little league tournament going on - and she’d already fucked herself twice with one of her larger marital aids that morning. 

On the rare occasions when she had nothing and nobody to do, it wasn’t uncommon for her to traipse about in the wilderness. Finding old dumps, searching abandoned homes, foraging for all natural edibles, each was a fun and damn good way to kill time. With nothing but free time on her hands, and her trusty satchel hung ‘round her neck, she pressed through the underbrush in search of anything interesting - that was, until a peculiar aroma wafted to her nose.

“The hell is that?” she grumbled to herself, following the distinct and very heady scent. It almost smelled like a bear or canine of some sort, albeit even more potent and earthy. Pressing through a small bramble of blackberry bushes she stumbled upon what had to be the source.

Hidden in a small clearing, away from any paths she was aware of, rested a small campsite. The shrubbery and underbrush had been cleared, the leaves and grass were all stamped down, and a crude tent sat beside a moldering fire pit. If she had to guess, judging from the state of the place, someone or something had been using the spot for at least a few days. Creeping forward to give herself a closer look, she sniffed the air.

As she inspected the encampment, her eyes settled on a makeshift laundry line of sorts. Hung between two trees was a string laden with two pairs of shorts and a very worn vest. As she walked past the tent, casually peering into its interior, she moved towards the suspended clothes. While there was no sign of the occupant, something told her they hadn’t been gone for too long. Given from the state of the of things, whoever or whatever had only left recently - still, despite knowing she may run into them, her curiosity compelled her onward.

Drawn towards the nearest pair of hanging shorts, she cautiously lifted the article to her snout and inhaled. As she’d suspected, the garment positively reeked of acrid sweat and an overpowering funk. The bouquet, while extraordinarily strong, was still hard to place. Her best guess was that some sort of predator had been wearing the trunks, considering the smell was distinctly different from an herbivore’s, yet she hadn’t the foggiest clue regarding what they belonged to.

Caught up with trying to decipher what manner of beast owned the shorts, the sound of heavy footfalls from behind her caught her ear. Turning, abandoning the garment, she gulped. There was an all too real chance that her presence wouldn’t be taken too well, since she had seen herself into the camp without an invitation. Though she could have made a break for it, dashing through the woods to make a hasty escape, she stood her ground and waited.

To her abject shock, after a few seconds ticked by, she discovered whom the encampment’s occupant was. Lumbering into view was quite possibly the biggest diamond dog she’d ever laid eyes upon. Easily pushing ten feet tall, nearly double her height, the goliath made Alga look small in comparison. Turning his massive head from side to side, loudly huffing through his nose, his eyes eventually settled upon her.

“What little black pony doing?” he bluntly asked, stomping over to her. “Pony come to steal dog things?”

At a loss for words, awestruck by his size, it took Leech a moment to respond. “Nah, I’m not here to steal anything,” she laughed, lifting her hands and taking a step towards him. “I was just out on a walk and found your camp.”

Glowering down at her, the canine’s lip curled. “Little pony shouldn’t be here. Dog am on mission…”

“Mission?” she repeated, cocking her head to the side.

His speech and frank demeanor, as well as his simple garb, left her to assume he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer - that being said, he easily had enough muscle to make up for his possible lack of brains. Absolutely gigantic and built like a walking tank, the diamond dog’s physique was like that of a titan. His simple vest and trunks, the only two articles about his frame, did nothing to hide his physique.

“Mission, yes,” he huffed, nodding.

“Well if you tell me what sort of mission you’re on, maybe I could help. By the way,” she snickered, extending an arm up to him, “the name’s Leech.”

“Beral,” he responded. Taking a moment to contemplate her offer, he completely enfolded her hand in his meaty paw.

Smiling at the colossal canine, Leech cautiously retracted her arm and cocked her hips. “So, Beral, what’s this task of yours?”

Hanging his head, the big lug sighed. “Dog heard tales that there is woman around pony village who might be able to help dog with big problem.”

“Problem? What problem?” she asked. Without saying a word, he pointed one clawed digit to his groin. Peering at his crotch, spying a deliciously large bulge beneath the fabric of his trunks, her confusion mounted. “You trying to get laid or something?”

“Yes,” Beral flatly responded. “All bitches do is complain that dog am too big for them…”

Squinting in consternation, the mare fought back a snicker. “You have got to be kidding m…” she trailed off, as the canine nonchalantly pulled the waistband of his trunks down to reveal his nethers. The giant’s sheath was fucking huge, though not quite as big as the pair of enormous, fuzzy nuts beneath his tool.

“See,” Beral snorted, unabashedly displaying his goods, “big problem…”

Leech couldn’t believe her eyes, ears, and nose. Somehow, perhaps due to sheer dumb luck or some slatternly alignment of the stars, she’d happened upon a hulking behemoth with what appeared to be a bad case of blue balls. Be damned if she could explain why she kept running into creatures in need of a lay, but she wasn’t about to complain.

“Well then - Cough - I might not know who this supposedly mystical slut is, but maybe I could help you scratch that itch you have,” she purred, inching closer. The son of a bitch was so damn tall that she was nearly at eye level with his junk, something she had every intent of capitalizing on.

“You? Little pony lady? Hah!” he scoffed. “How you help Beral? You too small to do anything! Diamond bitches way bigger than you!”

Licking her lips, unable to look away from the fur covered sheath in front of her, her mouth began to water. “I might be able to surprise you.”

What with his simple demeanor and straightforward approach, she took a calculated gamble. Taking a step closer, she gently placed a hand on his upper leg and softly caressed his thigh; his only reaction was to impassively peer down at her, perhaps wondering what she was up to, but he didn’t budge. Emboldened, feeling slightly more at ease, her muzzle drifted towards his crotch.

The aroma was ambrosial, like the distilled essence of an entire unwashed football team, and it drew her in. Closing her eyes, she pressed her nose to the musky entrance to his sheath. The hot, humid stink of his equipment flooded her nostrils, pushing her past the breaking point. Digging her tongue into the hot-pocket that was the furry hiding place of his cock, she made out with his package.

“Slutty pony,” he rumbled, taking her by the shoulders and pushing her away. “You not know what you doing.”

Having only just gotten a taste of his salty, bitter loins, she practically felt her heart break. “Look, if you’re into the whole bitch thing,” she pouted, petulantly crossing her arms over her chest, “just slap a collar on me and I’ll roll with it.”

“Collar?” he parroted, subconsciously reaching for the leather band around his neck. Releasing the mare, he reached up and unclasped his collar. “Hold still,” he instructed, bending at the waist and daintily securing the strap around her throat.

Though she hadn’t expected him to ‘roll with it’, as she’d put it, she was pleasantly surprised to find herself wearing the choker. Relatively simple, comprised of a single band of tanned hide, the accessory had a bronze dog tag with his name emblazoned upon it. The piece was a bit large on her, hanging loosely over her collar, but it looked rather cute hanging there. As he straightened up and beamed at her, she sank to her haunches.

“Heh...Woof,” she barked, squatting obscenely with her legs splayed.

She’d done far, far weirder shit for dick before, so acting like a puppy didn’t bother her in the slightest. If a bit of pet play meant she’d get a swing at the big boy’s bone, she was all for it. Shuffling in place, hauling her skirt and panties down her legs, she shamelessly disrobed her lower half.

Utterly baffled by her scandalous display, it took Beral a minute to figure out what was going on. She could practically see when the realization dawned on him. Smirking, showing his teeth, he hitched his thumbs over his shorts. The guy seemed pretty ok, but he was about as big as a boulder and damn near as swift as one.

“Puppy want?” he hummed. Hooking the waistband of his trunks under his succulent balls, he teasingly jostled his package.

“WOOF!” Leech bleated, spying the spear-like tip of his cock peek out of its fuzzy confines.

Slipping out of his shorts, letting them fall to the ground, he pointed to the earth. “Good puppies sit.”

Nodding like the cum slut she was, the girl obediently sat in the parody of a canine. Feeling her marehood starting to drool and swell in anticipation, the unexpected happened; the brute turned away from her and leaned forward. The view of her sculpted backside was a nice change of pace, although she couldn’t fathom why he was showing her his ass - that was, until he started lowering himself.

“Good puppies know their place,” he grunted, burning her face in the cleft of his chiseled rump.

If she thought his scent had been strong before, finding her muzzle sandwiched in his ass taught her a harsh lesson. With the pair of muscular cheeks squeezing either side of her head, her lips were pressed against his taut hole. Though she’d only ever rimmed one guy before, a peculiar stallion who played on a soccer team, she leapt to action. Her hands flew to his hips, holding him tightly as she lavished his musky pucker.

Making out with his tush, she felt her unmolested marehood winking and dripping to the earth below. Different guys had different tastes and apparently Beral enjoyed dominating his females in a somewhat nontraditional manner. Eager to please, praying he’d be sporting an erection when he tired of her polishing his ass, she dug her tongue into him.

“Hmmmm,” he hummed, contently waggling his hips, “good puppy…”

Vaguely aware that he’d said something, Leech wasn’t able to quite make him out. His statement fell on deaf ears, as his glutes effectively deafened her to the world. She hoped he was finding her job adequate, at the very least, because she’d be damned if she was going to leave him without getting dicked down. Mumbling incoherently into his rear, with her aching sex begging for some attention, she released one hand and started rubbing her snatch.

Regardless of exactly how she was servicing her partner, she took pride in her debaucherous skill. There were perilously few things she wouldn’t or hadn’t done with a mate - sure, rimming toed a line, but she was more prone to do it with a male than a female. Something about the denigration, being dominated in a demeaning way by someone vastly stronger than herself, never failed to get her motor running.

While she was unable to see the canine’s expression, she felt him shift above her. Straightening up, leaving her saliva smeared snout to cool in the open air, he lazily spun around to face her. Squatted there, breathing heavily and continuing to finger herself, she wiped her face and glowered at him.

“I hope you’re ha...ha...haha...Fucking JACKPOT!” she exclaimed, spotting his boner. 

He wasn’t even fully hard, with the bulbous root of his doghood still concealed within its sheath, and she could already tell she’d bagged one hell of a whopper. Covered in rosy red flesh and traced with veins, his lance was the stuff of legends. For a cock connoisseur like herself, it only took her one look to gauge its size. The shaft was nearly as long as her forearm and at least as thick as her calf - entire length notwithstanding, there was easily enough to fuck her eight ways from Sunday.

“Puppy want?” he asked, grasping his dick to leisurely stroke himself off.

“God yes - I mean, WOOF!” she bayed, unintentionally breaking character. Grinning down at her, he wetly slapped his shaft against her cheek. The strike was akin to being hit with a meaty baseball bat, nearly sending her off balance for a split second.

“Up,” he intoned, motioning with his off hand.

Shooting to her feet, she ripped her shirt up and over her head. Regardless of whatever he had in mind, being naked served several purposes. For starters, letting him eye her tits couldn’t hurt a damn thing - secondly, there was no point in dirtying her clothes. If and when she finally did return home, at least she wouldn’t have to do laundry.

Squatting down slightly, bringing himself nearly to her eye level, Beral slipped his hands under her arms. Wrapping his fingers around her torso, with his thumbs just below her tits, he stood and effortlessly lifted her off the ground. Grinning like an idiot, peering down her chest at his member, her heart fluttered. Fully anticipating being speared on his length, her world went topsy-turvy.

Keeping his mouth shut, apparently content to let his actions speak for him, the giant effortlessly spun her upside down. Disoriented, surprised by the move, and pressed belly to belly with the goliath, it took Leech a second to figure out what in the hell had happened. It wasn’t every day she was manhandled so easily, and she had not been ready for the abrupt shift in positioning. Gathering her bearings, finding herself face to face with his crotch, her pupils shrank to razored slits.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out he was planning on some sort of standing sixty-nine, something she’d only done a handful of times, so she readied herself. Dutifully spreading her legs, giving him open access to her marehood, she grabbed his dick and angled it towards her face. As she groaned and sucked upon the tip of his length, the beast’s tongue lapped at her sopping wet nethers.

She’s serviced some pretty big creatures in her day, but Beral was by far the most heavily endowed canine she’d had the fortune of fooling around with. Even compared to some of the larger dickmares she’d bedded, the shaft of his cock was damn impressive. Nursing upon him, relishing his ministrations, she found herself being forced downward.

As his length plunged into her throat, she steadied herself on him. Her hands sailed to his legs, she angled her head to ease his access to her gullet, and she took a deep breath. Even if she did have any say in the matter, there would have been nothing she could do. He was more than big and strong enough to use her as a fleshlight, a concept with both thrilled and terrified her.

Slowly raising and lowering her frame, wantonly plowing her face, he handled her like she was a toy. Positioned as she was, with an inverted view of his groin and the dick steadily thrusting into her muzzle, the girl fought back a gag. Though she would have been more than happy to choke herself on him, he’d saved her the effort.

The pinpricks of his fangs on her crotch and ass, accompanied by the feeling of his tongue boring into her depths, sent a shiver of excitement up her spine. If nothing else, at least he was kind enough to give her a little action while swabbing her throat. Applying vacuum on his backstrokes, while relaxing her esophagus on his thrusts, she did what she could to please him.

Sure enough, as the seconds dragged on, she was treated to the first taste of his viscous pre-cum. Salty and metallic, the flavor was distinctly different from a pony’s - still, she enjoyed it all the same. Taking breaths while she could, while he rutted her muzzle with increasing force, her lips eventually pressed against his barely sheathed knot.

It was a captivating and infuriating sight; part of her yearned to get a clear look at the fat bulb of flesh, but it would have to wait. For the time being, she was relegated to warming him up and praying she’d get a cunt full of dog dong before too long - that being said, the monstrous guy really knew how to eat a pussy.

Beral’s long, vascular tongue was easily long enough to bathe her interior and tickle her womb, causing her canal to quiver and dribble over her abdomen. As worked up as she was, she really didn’t need the warmup, but she still appreciated the effort. Freeing one hand, she reached down to affectionately paw at his plump, weighty cum-factories.

“Mmmph,” he growled, moving her harder and faster with every passing second.

Unlike ponies, who were courteous enough to flare when they were reaching their limit, the diamond dog gave very little sign that he was close to blowing his load. What Leech had presumed were the random throbs and twitches of his excited cock were, in fact, the only warning she got before he erupted within her. The hot rush of cum filling her stomach, flowing up into her, was immediately preceded by a deluge of dog spunk erupting past her lips and out her nose.

A veritable waterfall of jizz flowed past the mare’s lips, as the titan unloaded into her maw. Unfortunately, being upside down for the affair came with several consequences. Not only was she blinded by the thick, rich puppy-batter which quickly coated her face, but having her sinuses packed with the creamy substance robbed her of the ability to breath at all. Thankfully, evidently pleased with the release, Beral pulled his still gushing length from her snout, spun her around, and set her on her feet.

“Fuckin’ - Burp,” Leech belched, coughing and sputtering cum from her abused throat. Sinking to her knees, clearing her airway and wiping her face, she didn’t realize he was far from finished with her.

“Present,” the canine snorted, placing a meaty paw on her shoulder. Holding up a finger, the girl tried to buy herself a moment to recuperate, although the behemoth wasn’t having it. Gently but firmly, he nudged her off balance and onto her side. “Present…”

Glaring up and back at him, she pushed herself up and onto all fours. The logistics of how he was going to plow her doggy style were a bit of a mystery, due to the differences of their sizes, yet she did as she was asked. Bracing her legs and flipping her tail to the side, she arched her back and pressed her chest to the earth.

Slapping her upturned rear, tauntingly gliding his tool between her buns. “Pony want?”

Gnawing her lip and nodding enthusiastically, she rocked back and ground her tush against his length. The heat and weight alone were enough to make her shudder, leaving her imagination to run wild on how it would feel sinking into her depths. Slowly but surely, he guided the head of his dick to her entrance and playfully prodded at her sex.

Damn near whimpering, forgetting all about the rough treatment she’d just been subjected to, her impatience got the better of her. “Just fuck me already, you big son of a biiiiIIII-Oh FUCK!” she howled, as she was swiftly granted her wish.

As with several of her canid paramours in the past, Beral’s member penetrated her with relative ease. Lacking a blunt tip, with a slight swell towards the center of his shaft, his length drove to and into her womb. While she was unable to see how much of his bone was left unburied, she could tell that he still had a ways to go. His knot hadn’t even touched her sex and yet her cunt was nearly filled to capacity.

Peeking back at him, her head was jammed into the dirt. With one hand on her face, and the other on her hip, he coolly flexed his dick. Situated as he was, on his knees behind her, the issue of their size difference reared its ugly head. He could only manage to stuff most of his cock into her, although part of her considered that a small mercy. Given his endowment, being loosened up a bit, before he pulled out all the stops, would definitely be necessary.

“Hope bitch is - Unf - ready,” he snarled.

Unsure of exactly what Beral had meant, Leech promptly got the answer to her unasked question. The hulking brute shuffled forward, plowing her into the earth, as he rose into a crouch. The new position would allow him to rut her with his entire length and it was yet another exertion of control over her. Satisfied with the divinely large intrusion, she wiggled her behind and affectionately clenched around his shaft.

“R...ready as you are,” she stammered, staring past the thick fingers around her head. “I mean - Bark!”

No sooner had she finished speaking than he withdrew a potion of his length, secured his grip, and started screwing her in earnest. Her toes curled, imagining her insides contorting around his gargantuan tool, she lurched forward with each drive of his hips. As fucking fantastic as it felt to be dominated and plowed by the mammoth carnivore, she couldn’t help but wonder how he was able to go again so fucking fast.

Most guys needed a bit of a rest after busting a nut, leaving her to presume he really had been suffering through some protracted dryspell. Even if his second load was smaller than his first, she felt sure that her baby-bakery would get thoroughly filled with his essence. Hellbent on getting a proper creampie, she steeled herself. Though she wasn’t really able to move, she was far from helpless.

Constricting her exceptionally trained cunt around him, milking his length for all its worth, Leech wormed her hands under her chest. Having her bare tits on the rocky soil was less than ideal - as such, she sought a rather unorthodox solution. Squeezing her boobs, taking care to pinch and twist her nipples, a whorish moan escaped her.

“Harder,” she bleated. “Breed this bitch nice and RUFF!”

She couldn’t be sure if it was the taunt or extremely bad pun that spurred him to pick up the pace, but the massive canine quickly shifted gears. His long, steady strokes transitioned into a furious jackhammering, causing his knot to pound against her entrance like a very determined wrecking ball. With her womb thoroughly violated, sensing his cock-head knocking against her deepest depths, her eyes rolled back.

Stallion, dickmare, diamond dog, dragon, yak, it didn’t matter what was fucking her brains out; so long as they were doing it with everything they had, she was happy as can be. Regardless of her mate, there was almost always some joy to be taken from the experience. If they lacked size, they often had some skill or bit of anatomy to please her - that and she practically fed off the passion of her mates.

Grunting fiercely, Beral ground the girthy root of his cock against her stuffed snatch. Steeling her resolve, summoning a strength she didn’t know she had, she forced her body back upon him. Biological limitations be damned, she wasn’t going to be satisfied until her marehood was corked by that obscenely fat dick-root.

Through some combination of dogged resolve, brute force, and a pinch of luck, the titan somehow managed to shove his knot in her. Had she not screamed and instantly cum, she could have sworn she’d hear the unmistakable Pop of the insertion. Effectively tied to him, all but spasming under his hulking frame, her packed snatch squelched climactic nectar down his pendulous balls and to the dirt beneath them.

The abject feeling of fullness was insane, easily rivaling anything she’d experienced before. Bedding equines was all well and good, but there was something richly rewarding about having her sex plugged and pumped full of a huge, sticky load of masculine goodness. Steeling herself, pining for her reward, she fitfully pushed back against him. 

“Hope little pony ready for - Ngh - dog litter,” Beral bellowed.

The statement, as well as the knot expanding within her, left little room for doubt. Wild fantasies of herself, heavy with puppies and with big, leaking tits, pushed her body into overdrive. The climax she’d just started coming down from rebounded, nearly causing her to cum again on the spot. Arching her back and grabbing his wrist, she did the only reasonable thing she could think of.

“YES!” she yowled, feeling him throb harder than ever before. “Knock me UP!”

With those magical words, a scalding influx of seed rushed into her crowded interior. Like a living, breathing condom, her belly gurgled and steadily expanded outwards. Even if she’d been larger than she was, the sheer volume of baby-batter would have been enough to make her gut swell - as things were, it didn’t take long for her to look very pregnant. Braying out, with one orgasm daisy-chaining into the next, her sanity was pushed to the brink.

As her vision tunneled and her heart thundered in her chest, her abdomen gradually continued to balloon until it settled on the ground. Exactly how much cum had flooded her womb was beyond her, but it sure as hell seemed like a gallon of the stuff had been pumped into her foal-factory. What with all jizz sloshing around in her stomach and cunt, she felt like an overfilled eclair. Groaning to herself, staving off the sweet embrace of blacking out, she was only dimly aware of Beral moving.

With his knot still firmly lodged in her marehood, he rose to his full height and hauled her off the ground. Leech had done some crazy shit over the years, but she couldn’t recall ever hanging upside down from her plugged snatch before. Fortunately for her, her discomfort was drowned out by the aftershocks of raw, unfettered bliss from her cataclysmic climaxes.

Lumbering into his tent, with the unicorn dangling from his groin, Beral sank to all fours on his bedroll and pinned the girl beneath himself. “Not bad, little pony…”

Resting on the crude cushion beneath the beast, Leech feebly shot him a thumbs up. “Feeling better now?”

The canon somberly shook his head and peered down at her. “Not yet. Will be better in morning, after dog is drained.”

Leech’s eyes went wide, digesting what she’d just heard. It was only mid morning, maybe an hour or so before noon; there was no way he expected to keep her and screw her for a full twenty four hours, was there? Pulling the linens and blankets into a heap, using them like a makeshift pillow, she made herself comfortable.

“I hope you’re planning on buying a girl dinner after all this,” she laughed, lazily rubbing her clit.

“Maybe…” Beral grunted, giving a small shrug.

…

True to his word, the hulking hound kept her occupied for nearly a full twenty four hours. By the following morning, every single hole she had had been used and abused a bare minimum of three times - honestly, probably more than that, considering she’d slipped in and out of consciousness at several points. Mercifully, after his first two bouts, he’d taken longer to recuperate after each orgasm.

Awakening atop him, chest to chest and knotted for the umpteenth time, she yawned and caressed his broad shoulders. She knew she’d be walking funny for a day or two, not to mention tasting cum for the better part of a week, but she’d enjoyed her time with him - well, mostly. She was in dire need of some uninterrupted sleep and desperately needed a shower, although those were both relatively petty grievances.

Sadly, most of the cum shellacking her was already dried and would be an absolute bitch to wash out. They did make some specialty body wash for getting cum out of one’s fur, which she had a bottle of back at her home, but that would mean parading through town slathered in the stuff. As annoying as the problem was, it would have to wait until later.

“Morning,” she cooed, walking two fingers up his jaw.

Knitting his brow and meeting her eyes, a look of genuine confusion crossed the giant’s features. “You not dead?”

“Pffft,” she wheezed, slapping his upper arm. “It’d take more than that to do me in. Trust me, after that one time at a dragon frat party, this wasn’t too bad,” she added, reaching up to unclasp the collar around her neck. As much fun as she’d had, she knew she’d need to get going sooner rather than later. She’d rather not cause folks to worry about her unexpected absence.

“No,” Beral huffed, resting his titanic mitt over her neck. “You Beral’s bitch. Owned bitches need collars.”

Grinning like an idiot, Leech craned her neck over and playfully bit his nipple. “As long as you occasionally come and play with your bitch, I wouldn’t mind keeping it.”

Nodding once, the behemoth unceremoniously lifted her up and off his frame. As his softened knot Popped free of her, a tsunami of seed rushed from her gaping and exceedingly well used confines. She knew her tautness would recover, since it always did, but she’d be pretty damn loose for a week or so. As he placed her on her unsteady legs, she glanced over and spied her discarded clothes. Apparently, at some point or another, he’d kicked her effects into his tent.

“And you,” she cheerfully noted, shambling over and retrieving her used panties, “can keep these.” Tossing the undergarment onto his face, she stepped over to his side, bent over, and squeezed his dick with both hands. “Just drop by if you ever have a bone to bury,” she giggled, inexplicably struck by the terrible wordplay that would make an absolutely terrible title in her journal.

Slipping into her shirt and skirt, she blew a kiss at the sleepy diamond dog and saw herself out. If nothing else, she’d gotten one hell of a story and a small trophy from her unexpected and lewd adventure. Merrily humming to herself, stumbling towards town and leaving a trail of jizz on the forest floor, she wondered what manner of exotic creature would be her next carnal conquest…