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Not many men had been able to satisfy Veska, the Russian bear liked to think that this was because she was just such a great woman, both in and out of bed. She had been a great warrior for the Russian army during her time serving the motherland, her massive eight foot plus frame made her a living tank as she mowed down those who stood before her and the company that she had been assigned to. Even to this day the ursine woman could still recall the sight of fear within the eyes of the men who had stood against her when she had been charging across the cold fields of the snow covered battlefield, gun in hand and a deep roar bellowing from out of her throat; she didn't let others know it but she actually enjoyed the memory of her massive body crushing those beneath her heel as she ran along the sides of her company. Yet as with all good things she eventually served her stint in the army and was released out into the world, this had created something of an issue for her, as with nothing to focus her aggression on Veska chose to release her pent up energy within the bedroom.

Most men couldn't handle her.

More than once had she tired out those who had sought to try and satisfy the great burning need within lived within her loins, a few had been able to give her a decent amount of orgasms, however that was it.

By the time they were done the ursine was more annoyed than satisfied after dealing with the weaklings who liked to think that they could tame the passions within her bosom. That was what had led her to coming to rely on the burning taste of liquor to fight the heat which lived deep within her loins, fighting fire with fire had been something for which seemed so stupid to Veska as a cub, however now she could better appreciate the little saying. Swallowing another glass of rum the russian bear sighed as she looked down at the several other empty glasses which were littering the bar below her.

"Going to drink yourself to unconsciousness again, Veska?" a four armed blue dragon asked as he chuckled while cleaning a wine glass with a white towel.

"Shut up." the ursine's thick accent was hard for most to understand, however the bartender was able to clearly catch the meaning behind the words she just spat. "It is none of your business." she growled while slamming her drinking glass down onto the flat surface beneath her. "Now give me another."

"I think you've had enough." the blue dragon smirked as he looked up at the other with a patient smile. When the ursine leaned down to wrinkle her lips at him the blue dragon lifted up one of his black clawed hands in a gesture of peace making Veska pause from roaring at him. "Besides, I think your admirer might get turned off if you end up needing to be dragged out of here." the russian bear blinked in confusion at the words. Looking to the bartender's raised hand as it turned to point to her left Veska found her gaze drifting over a slim australian shepherd shyly blushing in her direction. "Why don't you go and have a talk with him?" the dragon suggested as he quickly fixed one of the house specials and then slid it down to the canine whose tail was wagging a mile a minute.

Veska, never one to turn down a challenge, pulled herself out of her seat, which groaned in appreciation, and then stomped her way over to the unknown canine.

"Who are you?" she asked with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball crashing into the side of a skyscraper.

"M-my name is Chyme, m-ma'am." the australian shepherd spoke as confidently as he could, which wasn't all that convincing as he looked up at the massive ursine towering above him. "I-I didn't mean to bother you." the barely six foot tall anthromorph blushed as he continued with, "I just wanted you to know how beautiful you are."

Veska looked the other up and down for several seconds without saying anything.

An hour later the larger woman was kicking open the door to her house while sloppily kissing the darkly furred canine.

To say that the two had hit it off rather well would have been a very big understatement, Chyme seemed to know exactly what to say in order to turn the russian bear on, as evident by the soppy wetness which was drooling down the length of his thighs. The former military woman knew well enough that the smaller man would never be able to satisfy her lusts, and yet she found herself rather enamoured with his innocent words all the same. Moving through her spartan house towards her bedroom Veska pulled back from the australian shepherd just as her knees bumped into the edge of her bed.

"You better satisfy me, or else." the ursine said rather drunkenly as she tossed her new lover onto her king sized mattress and then literally ripped her clothes off from around her body.

To say the least Chyme was rather impressed with what he now bore witness to, his long floppy tongue couldn't help drooling out from his muzzle as he gazed upon the gargantuan tits which swung down onto the larger woman's chest. Slipping himself out of his clothing the drunk canine didn't bother to think about the ramifications of the behemoth he was about to become intimate with, instead he reached down to palm at his sheath, awakening his cock for the service he would soon require of it, and then rolled his hips enticingly for Veska's approval. When the larger woman jumped onto the bed Chyme thought he saw his life flash before his eyes.

A few hours later the australian shepherd found himself quietly sleeping on top of the mountain of white fur for which he had worked to try and sexually satisfy moments ago.

Sadly he, like all of the other men in Veska's life, hadn't been able to tame the burning fire within her loins, and now the ursine found herself rather hungry from all of the pumping and thrusting and moaning for which she had done after trying to bring herself to climax once she realized that her lover wouldn't be able to sate her needs. The sound of her stomach grumbling made Veska sigh rather tiredly, she did not want to have to get up out of her bed right now to go and grab her something to eat. Yawning, she found her nose catching a whiff of something rather delicious very close by. Sniffing around and then looking down at the darkly furred canine beneath her Veska licked her lips and then opened her muzzle without thought.

Popping the smaller australian shepherd's head into her throat Veska had to grab her little meal's shoulders in order to stop him from fighting against her.

Chyme didn't know what to think about the current situation, however, when he finally came to terms with the fact that his gargantuan playmate had somehow shoved his sweat soaked head into her maw the canine found himself desperately trying to get away. It didn't help matters at all that Veska's massive tongue curled around his face and neck as if trying to give him the wettest french kiss imaginable, the fact that he was slowly being forced further down the russian bear's throat was the most pressing concern for Chyme.

For her part Veska was simply amused by how nice the dog tasted, not to mention smelled. The mixture of sweat and semen which covered his body was like the finest blend of aromas for which the ursine had ever been subjected to, and as she pulled more and more of her little lover into her maw the big bear couldn't help but desire more of him.

Once his chest was securely within the pulsating throat Chyme found himself kicking and screaming like mad to be released. He did not want to be food! Hell, he didn't even want to be here right now! His fascination with the ursine was now turning to abject horror as came to grips with the fact that he was in the jaws of a literal maneater. Sadly his struggles didn't seem to mean much to the former military woman, she instead opened her gigantic muzzle wider in order to swallow around his waist and hips.

Veska shivered slightly as she tasted the flavor of the australian shepherd's sticky cock and twitching balls, the small pouch and orbs were the most potent things that had ever graced the russian bear's taste buds and she began to suck on the other without thought. Once Chyme's legs and thighs were inside of her gullet it was easy enough to slurp down the rest of him, the dog wasn't that big after all. Veska savored the smaller male's feet and paw pads for a few minutes, it would be the last time that she would be able to get to taste such a delicious meal, so might as well enjoy every second of her sweet treat.

When Veska had finally had enough toying around with his sensitive pads Chyme yelped as he was dragged down into the depths of the bear's belly, the hot warmth would have been an interesting experience for the australian shepherd to note had he not had to endure the smells from inside. There was little way to describe the acrid stench of booze mixing with leftover food, and yet it would be the last thing that the little dog would experience on this night and for some reason it became heavily imprinted within his mind. Feeling something pressing against the outside of his new prison Chyme punched and kicked for Veska to release him, however all of his struggling did nothing more than stimulate the biological process which would soon spell his doom, as a few seconds after his first punch the russian bear let out a massive belch, the likes of which sucked out all of the air within the gloomy interior for which he was trapped within.