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Heavy Weapon Dogs

Kayla took the canine skull off the wooden post. The desert sun had baked the bone, bleaching it and making it warm to the touch. The mandible was missing, and the eyes had been plucked out long ago. The African wild dog stared into the empty lifeless eye sockets. She snarled, set the skull back onto the post with respect, and cast her eyes to the crumbling town up ahead. The town sat nestled in a horseshoe-shaped ridge of rock, which Kayla was now standing atop. Beneath her were a jumble of buildings, of all different shapes and sizes, and all in various states of disrepair and decay. The main path snaked its way among them. Beyond this and out to the horizon, the arid earth stretched, dusty and brown, out to the low rocky hills on the horizon. And not a soul could be seen or heard. Perfect. This was what she wanted. Wilderness and solitude.

For a moment, she even thought of fingering herself. After all, who was there to judge her? In the end, she settled for a stroke through her fatigues, growling as she did so. She'd have to deal with that damnable heat later. Again.

The wild dog made her way down the slope, over the dry dusty earth. The boots she wore were certainly made for walking, for many miles over terrain far tougher than this, and they kicked up dust on her descent. She wore a backpack; she clutched the strap tight in one paw. In the other paw, she held her cast-iron sledgehammer, half-way up the long handle where the leather strap met bare metal. The gear was bulky, yet she hefted it without complaint. This was a business trip, after all.

Reaching the town's outer limits, she cast her eyes left and right, keeping a lookout for any movement. She wasn't naïve - animals could be lurking behind any wall, inside any building. None that she couldn't handle though - just ask that dumb lizard who thought she was an easy picking. A few cracks from her sledgehammer soon made him reconsider. If anything even remained of his brain.

Kayla made it to the main path. Houses and sheds and outbuildings, many with corrugated iron roofs, all surrounded the wild dog. She kept alert, eyes and ears and nose darting from building to building, her grip firm but easy on her hammer. But still, she noticed no animals lurking in the shadows.

"Now that's a weapon and a half."

Though Kayla hadn't reckoned with an animal lounging in the middle of a side-street. Yet there was the coyote. The naked coyote, to be precise.

"Most animals that come through here have a little pocket knife, or something just as useless. One or two had the good sense to bring a crowbar, if they had one lying around. But I never seen anyone carrying one of those. And that don't look like a cheap bit of kit either. I bet that most animals couldn't even wield it. That's gotta be, what, twenty, twenty-five pounds?"

Kayla stared at the coyote. She hoped she looked nonchalant enough.

"This your town?"

The coyote raised his paws in a shrug. "This is one of my many towns. Wouldn't make sense to tie myself anywhere for too long."

"Right. Well I'm just passing through, and I ain't got time for bullshit."

"Few do these days. So what's your trade?"

"I'm a blacksmith." Kayla answered, hoping the curt reply would keep him from prying too much. She needed to get going, not get dragged into conversation with some desert dog.

"Ah, that explains how you got the gear. Reckon you could deal some damage with that."

"And I've had to."

The coyote inhaled through his teeth and nodded his head. "Sign of the times, unfortunately."

Kayla shrugged. "Yeah." Why was she getting drawn into conversation with this mutt?

"Reckon you could crack my head open before I raped you?"

Kayla froze.

"Fuck."

"Yep. Exactly. Me fucking you, to be precise."

"Why don't you fuck a scorpion, asshole."

The coyote tipped his head back and laughed, a long series of mirthful yips.

Some thirsty little men fancied their chances with women. Kayla had more balls than most of them. But this coyote's balls were literally on display. They hung low, heavy, tinged with a crimson glow underneath that fur. A thick trail of darker fur ran up the coyote's scrotum, augmenting those big balls.

The coyote looked at her, and realisation played across his crafty muzzle.

"Oh. You're staring." He chuckled. "You like what you see."

Damn it, Kayla! The wild dog sneered and growled.

"Don't flatter yourself."

The coyote rose to his feet. "Mmm, aggressive bitch. Alright then, you want a fight? I don't mind playing a little rough."

She sized up the coyote. Lean, well-built. Would be tougher than most, but she was armed.

"Okay, mutt, you're on. Grab a weapon and let's do this."

The coyote's grin grew just a little wider. The slightest inch of canine maleness slipped into the warm air.

"Aside from fangs and claws and my wily 'yotie brain... this is the only weapon I need."

He took his sheath, licked his lips, and squeezed.

"Ugh. Gross."

"And yet... you're nowhere near as disgusted as you hoped you'd be."

She had to admit, the coyote was impressively hung. But she caught that stray thought before it wandered too far, and she focused on the predicament at hand.

"So what will it be, dog? You gonna attack me, and hope you can land a blow before I dodge and counter? You gonna stand your ground, and we duke it out dog-to-dog? Or you gonna run, and we let our speed and stamina do the talking?"

The coyote closed in, each of his bare paw-steps pattering on the stony ground.

"Better choose quick, before I make the choice for you."

Kayla dropped her pack and took a firm, two-pawed grip on the hammer-handle. Another step from him, and she pulled the hammer across her body, one paw near the hammer-head. That's it boy, just a little closer...

"Or you could just bend over and show me that swollen snatch. I'm gonna be stuffing it anyway..."

Kayla snarled and raised the hammer, following each stage of her attack in split-second detail: the side-step and feint, the overhead turn, the arc of the hammer-swing, and the solid feedback as the hammer hit... nothing. The coyote had stopped, millimetres short of the hammer's arc. He had read her attack perfectly. Fuck. Twisting his body, he whipped around and slammed his shoulder into Kayla's unprotected side. The wild dog, still following through her swing, was knocked off balance and fell to the ground. The hammer flew from her paws and out of reach. The coyote pounced and she turned around and punched him square on the muzzle. He yowled, half-stunned, and he grabbed one of Kayla's arms on pure instinct. She scratched and fought to free herself, but the coyote regained enough of his senses to wrench her arm into a painful twist, to the limit of the joint's movement and then some, until her shoulder started to dislocate and she cried out. The coyote moved in close - she felt his muzzle beside her ear, felt his warm meaty breath.

"Now..." he shook his head, trying to clear his mind. "That's the downside to having a big weapon. Sure, you can do a lot of damage with it. But it isn't easy to swing around, so you've gotta give yourself enough time to ready your attack. And I'd rather like to keep my brains inside my skull. So, if I cut down the time you have, maybe provoke a rash attack, I get more chance of avoiding that weapon. Risky move, I know, but I also know how fast I am."

She tried to twist free, but the coyote took a new grip - one paw around her midriff, the other at her waistband. She tried to kick free, but the coyote worked her trousers just low enough to expose her rear. Now she could feel the rangy form of the coyote at her back. And worse than that, she could feel how male he was.

"And now I don't have to worry about you attacking, I have plenty of time to ready my counter-thrust."

Which he duly delivered. The coyote started humping the wild dog, steady and sharp, his breath rising to a wet ragged pant. Again she tried to pull free, but he gripped her tail and she yelped. He tried to lift her tail, she resisted, he growled.

"Lift it or I snap the bone."

She felt a painful wrench on the bones of her tail, pulling the little joints the wrong way. Fuck, he was serious. So she did as told, and in doing so, she exposed herself to the male. He was quick to slip his paw underneath. He touched her treasure and she jumped.

"Heh. Damp already."

He rubbed her crotch. Before she could react further, he removed his paw and licked it.

"Fuck dog, you're dripping. Now what got you all excited, I wonder? Our little scrap, or the thought of what comes next?"

He held her hip, jerking it upwards to just the right angle.

"And yeah I felt how swollen you are. Fuck, you smell ripe, too. You're dead in the middle of your heat, aren't you?"

Kayla growled, bore her teeth, then barked and writhed, trying to shake the coyote from her back. She fought in his grasp, bucked like a bronco, snapped her jaws to the side and caught his lip with a few sharp teeth. He recoiled, but then retaliated with a fearsomely wide jaw and a wicked crunch around her whole muzzle. Pain shot through a tooth in her upper jaw, directly below the coyote's bite, the force of it clashing her teeth together. The shock reverberated through Kayla's skull, and she went still, stunned. Had he chipped the tooth? Snapped it loose? The coyote himself lost no focus. Using his longer body to his advantage, he held the wild bitch's muzzle shut with his own maw while he arched his back, holding his spine strong, and he settled into position, delivering some powerful bucks. She felt his erection, warm, sure. He pressed it all along the taut muscle of her inner thigh, hard and shameless and dripping, slipping nearer to its target, guided by instinct alone. Softer flesh, a half-inch shunt, and coyote and wild dog froze. The bitch was warm, pliable,designed to take a virile male. He throbbed, heat and pure potential, and it took all of Kayla's resolve not to whine. She fought not to give in, but she knew the choice was not hers to make. She could only wait, wait while the coyote pressed his dog-erection firmer and firmer, until she yielded, her flesh slick, and the desert hunter was inside her. He released her jaw, and both canids moaned, both in pleasure too, even while Kayla's heart raced and she tried to pull from the coyote's grip, writhing and making this as hard for the coyote as possible. He rose to the challenge though, holding her tighter and crucially keeping the first inches of his erection inside. Combined with paw and claw, he had enough leverage to line her up before a sudden thrust thudded inches of coyote into her tunnel, locking the wild dog in place with her eyes and muzzle open. Again he held tight,throbbed, and began a slow withdrawal. Kayla gasped, clawing the stony ground, while her sex held an imperfect grip on the contours of his cock. So much coyote cock. So thick and stretching and filling and satisfying...

He thrust back in, deeper this time, forcing the tough wild dog to bare teeth. He withdrew a shorter way, and then he bucked, and bucked, carving her open from within. Kayla was no virgin: some back-alley dog had ripped out her cherry years ago. But neither he, nor anyone else, nor anything else, had ever come close to this coyote's size. The wild dog's gasps were full-throated, each shocked breath synchronised with his thrusts. She was yielding to him, despite herself, every buck pounding him deeper into her folds. He was so deep, this coyote, reaching further than she had ever dared with clawed paws or with toys. Within seconds he had found a pace, and seconds after that he growled and hit an even faster stride, breaking into a feral speed. His panting was fast, and his tongue hung from his muzzle. She tried to look at the male coyote violating her, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. The indignity of it all. He was indulging, revelling in being a free animal.

But wasn't this what she wanted? To be free?

Yes, wasn't this exactly what she had wanted, for ten nights now? Something to quench that heat which her paw and her toys and even her tools could not come close to dousing. Of course she had snarled on those nights. Of course she had moaned when the pleasure stopped her from maintaining the snarl. And of course she had drenched the hammer-handle in her cum, plunging the unfeeling steel into her swollen sopping folds. But now she had a dog - a massive wild raping fucker of a coyote - and there was no comparison. Masturbating had taken the edge off her heat. This mad desert dog could quench it for weeks. All he had to do was cum...

Kayla stopped fighting. She dropped her front to the floor. A particularly vicious buck raked her face along the ground. A sharp stone scratched her nose and she winced, smelling iron, before she braced her forepaws just enough to resist the male at her tail.

"A sensible move."

The coyote lifted his muzzle and barked. Barked! As if raping her in broad daylight wasn't enough, now he was announcing his assault to all in his desert home. She hated this dog. How did he deserve this much freedom?

"I swear, cur," Kayla spat into the ground. "I hope someone grabs your neck, pulls you out of me, and crushes your throat."

"Mmm... not gonna happen." A steady metronomic slap of coyote and wild dog flesh. "Even if someone did come along, they wouldn't dare to interrupt two copulating canines." The coyote sighed in pleasure, a relaxed sigh, and a contrast to the rapid strong bucks of his hindquarters, steady as a ticking clock. "And if anyone does try and stop me claiming you, I'll simply do this." The coyote clutched his bitch tighter, and ground the thickness of his erection deep inside Kayla's pussy, swelling yet more even with his knot bumping the outside of the wild dog's mound. The coyote tensed up his spine, and a raggedness cut under his breath.Oh gods, he's going to do it, he's going to orgasm, this lowlife is going to cum inside me... but then the coyote slowed, stilled his breath, and released the tension in his rangy body with a quivering sigh.

"That's right." A few steady bucks to roll things along. "That's how close I am. Any time I want to climax, I can. But, I want to take my time with you. And I decide how fast we go. Not you. Me."

His cock gave a single powerful pulse. Whether the male had sprayed yet more precum, Kayla couldn't tell. Maybe it was even his first shot of semen. Considering how messy the male above her was, it was possible. Kayla was terrified, her mind in turmoil. Every little push back or tension of her body in resistance was overwhelmed by the raw strength of the bucking coyote.

The coyote returned to his long strokes, dragging almost the entire length of his maleness out and in, out and savagely into the wild dog beneath him. The low growls and lightly perked ears showed the male's pleasure. He had so much weaponry to wield, and he used it to devastating effect: plunging into his partner, parting her flesh, and stretching her wider than ever before in her life. But he wasn't just a mindless rut. His bucks were as varied as his calls. Fast, steady, spine-shakingly frantic, sometimes working every last thick inch, sometimes burying himself to his unswollen knot and humping hard. He never settled down, never gave Kayla a chance to relax. And when a chance buck struck a certain point within the wild dog, he wrung a particularly sharp yip from her. He paused, perked his triangular ears, grinned at the female...

Oh don't you fuckingaaaooooo!!

She couldn't stop him. He jabbed into her, attacked that weak point within her, over and over. She snapped at him. He laughed and snapped right back. So she lay there, her body half-limp. What else could she do? Anything she did was giving the coyote what he wanted. And still that knot wouldn't swell.

Kayla looked at her hammer, a short way off across the stones. A wish crossed her mind, that she could will the weapon nearer, a foolish comic-book wish born from the stress of violation. But such power was the gift of the gods, and if they existed, they had turned a blind eye to her. Right now, she was one more dog. One more bitch playing their sick game of copulation. And the mutt, this fucking mongrel who was fuckin' her, was growling and growing more feral on each thrust. She would have welcomed more taunts, insults, wordplay. That would have given her something to fight back against. But how do you reason with an unspeaking, fucking dog? He only wanted one thing. And he was dangerously close to winning it. She struggled a final time, and the coyote just lifted her hind legs off the ground and fucked her face into the gravel. Fuck. He was going to do it. The tension wound in the coyote's body, and his grinding grew focused, drilling. Again, Kayla was not naive. She had played with enough boys in her pup-days. She had even seen her father, relaxing in his deep buffalo-leather chair after a hard day's work. He would wrap his strong paws around his sheath, stroking himself with a growl as twelve hours of tension fell from his shoulders. And Kayla couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. There was the animal that brought her and her brothers and sisters into the world, a strong healthy litter. And then came the cumshot, enough to paint six-and-a-half feet of wild dog and pure muscle from stomach to chest to face and beyond in a single shower. So yes, she knew what happened when a male dog climaxed. This time though, everything was different. This coyote may have even been bigger than her father...

And fuck, there it was, that bulbous knot of flesh pounding at her entrance harder and harder making her yield more and more until_in! slammed! that! knot!_

"Make... me... PUPS!"

Kayla gulped. She shuddered and gasped. Above her, around and inside her, the coyote was tense, holding himself right on the precipice, waiting, holding strong, until suddenly he howled, announcing his conquest to the desert and to the sky, and claiming his reward for fulfilling his genetic duty: a shudder of pleasure, and the twitch and twitch of his coyote erection, powerful and sure inside the wild dog's folds, coating them and pumping the bitch full of coyote semen. On and on he howled, his wild western song, which wavered as those cock-shots gave way to firm pulses, each one accompanied with a pouring of his canine semen. Yes this was rape, but the coyote claimed his reward all the same. So did Kayla's body. A warmth washed through her, revolting and pleasant. She glowed and caressed the male, welcoming every vile shot of puppy-cum deep, deep into her core.

His howls reached a fading cadence. But he never stopped ejaculating, all the time he was tied to Kayla. Sure, his shots became less frequent and lesser in strength. But they were still distinct. And each one sent a jolt of pleasure right through the wild dog.

Kayla couldn't move. She simply lay there, motionless, even when the ragged-furred dog collapsed his weight onto her. She hoped he didn't have fleas.

"So," the coyote huffed after a moment or two, "what brings you out here?"

The wild dog blinked.

"You're shitting me. You rape me, and now you're starting pillow talk?"

"Hey, this knot ain't going down for a good half-hour yet. We may as well talk."

"Fuck you. I ought to grab that thin bit behind your knot, and rip your cock off."

The coyote laughed, a shrill high-pitched yotie-laugh. "Oh, this is the most fun I have had in months. Feistiest bitch I've raped in ages, cunt like a vice, and muzzle like a sewer. I really hope I stuff you with puppies."

"Oh shut up, you mutt!"

"Okay, you talk instead."

"Fine!" she snapped. "If you must know what I'm doing, I've just delivered some tools. I decided to take a shortcut, and I crossed your path."

"You said you're a blacksmith. I've seen another smith around, at market a couple of times. I think he's a wild dog too."

"Probably my father."

"I did wonder. I haven't seen you around, though. Does Dad keep you locked in the forge or something?"

Kayla scoffed. "He may as well. It's damn hard work, and there's always orders to fulfil."

"Or maybe he's trying to shelter you. Yeah, that's more accurate. He's got his_girl_ on a tight little leash, where he can watch over her and keep her safe. But that ain't what you want. Is it? I hear that snarl."

She stopped snarling and scoffed instead. The coyote licked her rounded ear.

"Then again, it is rather risky of your father to send you out here in heat."

"Right, like I'm going to stop working for two weeks."

The coyote shook his head. "And she is still snarking back at me. Even while I'm changing her life."

He pumped, and pumped, and her damn snatch rippled in reply, caressing and rewarding the coyote for claiming such a strong bitch. His cumshots were smaller in volume now, but they were still sperm-rich. Every squirt, however subtle, raised his chances of siring the wild dog's pups. She imagined the prick's little puppies, swimming through her, racing towards her primed and waiting eggs. And with the coyote cum seeping deeper, dangerously deeper inside her, she could feel them too.

"Out of curiosity," he continued, "whose idea was it to make that delivery?"

"Er... my Dad's."

He leaned in, took her muzzle, twisted it to meet his face. "Didn't your Dad teach you not to lie?"

"Alright, fine, I wanted to do it."

"Despite him telling you it's too dangerous, and that your heat is too strong. But you assured him you were old enough, that you could..." Three firm bucks into her warm furred body. "...handle yourself."

Silence. The coyote continued.

"Now, this may be an obvious question. But if you do end up heavy with pups... what will Daddy say?"

Kayla tried to be tough. But she knew her father. She replied in a hushed voice.

"He's gonna kill me."

The coyote laughed, mocking both wild dogs with his happy yips. He settled down and caressed the wild dog's warm belly.

"Don't worry. He'll get used to this."

And as Kayla lay there, feeling the coyote's twitching cock still spilling puppies into her by the thousand, she hoped the animal was right.

"But if Dad does give you grief, and you need a place to lie low, come sniff me out. Just head out west and ask around for Yot."

"Just Yot?"

"Just Yot."

Kayla scoffed. "Guess it helps a dogshit like you to stay anonymous."

The coyote responded by grabbing her midriff, and rocking her with his hips. She gasped at the animal cock still twitching, still feral-hard inside her.

He let her go, with nothing more than a casual sigh. "That's one advantage, yes."

"Fucker."

"Guilty."

"So you don't always stay in this town?"

The coyote shook his head. "It's too vulnerable. There's a fair few animals who'd love my head. And I've no plans to make it easy for them. So, I've scratched out a lovely big territory for myself. Desert, prairie, and a healthy selection of bolt-holes in case a merc does come hunting around."

"Had any run-ins?"

"Only one so far."

"Let me guess. You made him regret taking that gig."

"She probably regretted her career choice, yes. Especially when I choked her to death."

"Charming. And you didn't want any pups with her?"

"I could have tried for hybrids. But then I'd have a trained merc with a personal reason to hunt me. And that's a dangerous situation, even for me. I mean, I still_screwed_ the puma."

Kayla laughed, a dark sound. "One or two happy memories before you snuffed her out."

"And after. A cadaver stays warm for a surprisingly long time."

Time ticked by. Kayla lay still, on the rocky ground, feeling the hot desert air all around her. The coyote breath at her neck was even hotter. He shifted, and the curves and ridges of his knot twisted in her tight folds. But this time, he kept his grip light, and he pulled back hard. Kayla realised what he was doing.

"You ain't deflated yet, are you?"

"Heh. Not yet."

"Then keep inside me until you.. oh don't you dare you fucker, don't you..."

The wild dog trailed into incoherent yelps and growls of pain, scratching the ground and fighting back a whimper and barking it out anyway as the coyote hauled that huge knot from her sex. She didn't release him at once. She couldn't. But slowly she yielded. However adapted, however compatible she was to tie with this lowlife of a dog, to latch around his knot and welcome every vulgar cumshot, she was no match for a strong male coyote, determined to wrench his still-swollen cock from within her, regardless of the pain he caused her, regardless of the sudden shift of flesh that told her he'd torn her, regardless of the sharp sting and the yelp and the continual unstoppable pull of the male digging in with his claws and tearing himself free. And still he stretched her wider. Just how much had the coyote swollen inside her? The sudden pop made both canines softly howl, and the long, hefty withdrawal wracked the wild dog with pain and pleasure. He chuckled in pure self-satisfaction, and withdrew completely, backing off to give the wild dog some space. The feeling of his cum, dripping from her pussy, was warm and sickening. Kayla tried to squeeze it out, and the coyote stepped forward and plunged his cock straight back in.

"If you're gonna flex your cunt... I want a piece of it."

His cock had been glistening with his seed, and he didn't have to bury himself far before he met resistance, swelled within her...

"And if you didn't like those pups... have some more."

He shunted into her, knot and all... and twitched. Twitched again. The coyote had already ejaculated so much in her. He couldn't possibly...

"Mmm, there they go. I love that feeling, when my puppies rise up my cock and I just...grr... spill 'em."

So casual. Unnervingly casual. Kayla hated this mutt. And she hated herself for granting him pleasure.

So why did she find him so intriguing?

"You'd never have gotten rid of it all."

Kayla blinked, and looked at the coyote. "Um... pardon?"

"My cum. You'll never empty yourself of coyote. Remember, all I need is one puppy to make the catch. And I have pumped you full with millions."

Moments later, and without warning, the coyote held the wild dog, pulling her away while he hauled that still-swollen erection from her sex once more. And as before, he was still partly swollen. The male howled in pleasure, but Kayla barked and bore teeth. In response, he twisted her, driving her face to the ground, while raising her rump with paws and cock. Those paws tightened, jaws found her scruff, and the coyote continued to pull.

"Fuck dog, you're gonna... you're gonna tear me open!"

The teeth tightened, making her yelp. She braced herself to yelp even louder. But when the coyote wrenched that monstrous knot from her, she was silent, jaws and eyes frozen wide open. She shuddered underneath him, convulsed in his paw grip, and when a remarkable, incredible length of coyote cock started pulling free from her sex, only then did she find her voice, a choking sobbing howl of pleasure and turmoil. A slick, sticky mix of canine musk accompanied his withdrawal. But plenty of the coyote's semen stayed within her. And this time, she kept it there.

Now he was fully free, she scrambled to her paws. She pulled up her trousers, and circled him. He faced her, claws at the ready in case she decided to attack. She snarled, hackles raised, hatred and contempt written all over her sneering muzzle.. before she bolted. She grabbed her backpack and ran at full pelt, up the desert path, leaving her hammer behind. Yot was surprised at her sudden move. All the same, he watched her all the way, with a smirk on his muzzle. He could have caught her easily, even without that hefty backpack. But he'd had his fun. He bent double and licked his sheath, savouring the mixed tastes of coyote and wild dog.

***

"So you came."

Kayla almost leapt out of her fur. The coyote - Yot - sneaked out of the rocks into the relative openness of the canyon. The wild dog tried to scoff at him.

"I might have known you'd try some jump-trick."

"Well, what's a coyote without a little mischief?" He chuckled and leapt onto some higher rocks. He was, of course, naked again. Which Kayla was thoroughly disgusted to see. At least, that's what she told herself.

"I wasn't just lying in wait, by the way. I've been tracking you right through this canyon. You almost fell down that shingly slope, didn't you?"

He chuckled, and took a scent of the dry desert air.

"Your heat's over, though."

"Yeah."

"Now that is interesting. See, if you were in heat, you'd at least have an excuse to chase after me."

She glanced sideways, paws on hips, trying not to look upwards at his hanging balls.

"I'm not chasing you," she replied. "I came back for my sledgehammer."

"Bullshit. You'll have plenty lying around at home. I bet you even came up with a suitably elaborate lie about how you lost it. Did Daddy buy it?"

That made her growl. "You leave my father out of this."

The coyote chuckled, fondling his balls.

"Now that's something we both plan to do. Come on then, walkies."

The coyote jumped down and started walking away. He glanced over his shoulder, smiling at the unmoving wild dog.

"Don't worry, it's not that far," he called back without stopping. "And by the way, I do have your weapon. Cum-stained handle and all."

He chuckled to himself, and whistled a little tune.

This was wrong, Kayla said to herself. What the fuck was she getting into? She knew what the sensible choice was: leave, turn around, have nothing to do with this back-country coyote. He could even keep her hammer.

But... there was something about this dog. A kind of carnal, canine appeal. At first, she thought it was the tail-end of her heat talking, fogging her mind. But she kept thinking of him. Maybe it was his scent, or his rangy strength, or just the wild and carefree way he lived. It certainly wasn't that massive coyote cock, which filled her so much. Nor was it that deep, copious ejaculation, which mellowed her heat unlike anything imaginable. But whatever it was, it was refreshing. And she wanted more.

And so, Kayla the wild dog bounded through the canyon, trying to catch up with the coyote.