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Maile Martinez, drummer of Enim-Noinu and all-around grunge-rocker chick, didn't exactly have the humblest of beginnings.

From a young age, she was tormented and abused both physically and sexually by her father. This occurred frequently in the catastrophic prison she called home - the inner-ring of the 7th circle of hell. Finally after having grown quite tired and exhausted of his constant advances upon his one and only daughter and putting up with the demon's ridicule, his abusiveness, his demeaning resentment of all things joyous and pure, Maile killed him with her bare hands (or claws, in her "true" form) and ate him. A fitting punishment for a demonic barbarian, or was it?

Upon being discovered by relics of a distraught underworld, Maile's mother committed suicide by self-strangulation as a result of her daughter's murderous intent, As a result, Maile was cast out of her home - permanently due to live a sordid life of exile from all she held dear and knew best in her own life. She was lost, beside herself, apt to let the distraught entities of hell rip her to shreds. She wondered far and long, enduring an overwhelming pit of self-anguish for her terrible betrayal of the ones who both birthed and conceived the demoness.

Upon her journey upward and outward from the dormant underground crevices teeming with sodomites and psychopaths, Maile had finally at last - after many tiring weeks of traveling - reached the thin-layered surface of the world above - the place in which the mortals who inhabited its very surface had ultimately deemed earth.

As Maile pried her tattered, travel-worn body free from a crevice nestled deep in the pit of Mount St. Helens, she crawled with anguish through many torrential mounds of ash and soil in hopes of finding any sign of civilization, of life, of existence. The first discovery she made was in that of Chinese tourists, hiking alongside the base of the great mountain range, victimized by a volcanic eruption no more than two decades prior to her unearthing, something she'd come to learn more about in the following years to come.

In a panic, these two fairly young Chinese tourists she'd discovered tried to lure her away by any means necessary - bug spray, dog whistles, even the waving of nearby tree branches, all to no avail. Maile only glanced upon them with a gaze of hunger and hostility, bug-eyed and confused. The female tourist grabbed the next best thing she could think of to provide protection against the otherworldly creature before them - a can of pepper spray. What she wound up brandishing instead was a post-card sent from home, having remembered in a split-second that the defensive mace-can was on the passenger seat of the rental vehicle, miles from where they now stood. The postcard showed a red panda, sleeping in a thicket of trees, having just finished a bountiful meal of bamboo. Sent from the tourist's daughter, this postcard provided Maile with a visual aid to represent herself in a form that would be deemed far less threatening to any further mortals encountered in her mortal-world pilgrimage.

Maile changed shape and transformed into her now-current form, which the tourists missed entirely, for they had stormed off in a daze of incomprehensible disbelief, under the impression that they'd just come in contact with the freakiest extraterrestrial being they've ever imagined or hoped to see. Later on, when they would attempt to explain their outrageous discovery to the state's local authority, they'd be ignored flat outright, pardoned and labeled insane Asian freaks high on opium.

In her panda form, Maile maintained subtle hints of her true being (cloven hooves, ram-horns and telepathic green glowing goat-eyes) as she trotted in a drunken weave through thickened forests of Washington state, teeming with life and shrubbery, dense with trees and ferns aplenty. She reached a tiny service station near an abandoned crossroads in the woods, where she took refuge, hoping to replenish her strength and make sense of where she was now presently located. Coastal-based, judging by the salty scents in the air, intermingled with earthen aromas of greenery and rich soil.

Falling asleep in a pile of auto mechanic's worn overalls, she was quickly awakened by a tickling sensation in her groin. She looked down quickly to see a German shepherd dog curiously lapping at her privates. Started wide awake and shocked to a dead silence, Maile reeled back, as did the canine. They stared at each other for a number of minutes, which felt like hours in retrospect. In the process of this stare-down, Maile tapped into the dog's subconscious memories - his name (or at least the name given to him by his previous owners) was Samson. He endured his puppy-hood as a beloved pet belonging to a single man and local-savvy mechanic who owned and operated the fueling-station establishment. When Sam's master was tragically killed by an engine block falling upon his head during a simple oil change, the location was disbanded and put up for silent auction. When it couldn't be sold, it was simply left in a state of ruin, forgotten and abandoned. The dog had no other owners or caretakers, having lived with the human mechanic for all his life, thus he too was also left behind to fend for himself in this place of rubble and ruin. Surviving off tidbits of canned foods and scraps of past kills left behind by sloppy hunters, this unfortunate canine decided to stay, to never leave, until the right and proper new master showed up to collect him.

As it turned out, his new master was set in stone, he simply didn't know it yet.

But she did. Oh, did she ever.

Maile, long-deprived of a suitable companion, raped at a young age by her destructive father, yanked asunder by those who watched her blossom and grow into a young demoness, opted to adopt Sammy...

for a price.

As the panda-hybrid girl felt a wave of seduction flush over her mind, she finally broke the silence and spread her legs wide, bringing her finger-paws down to her swollen heated vagina, spreading her labia-lips while winking seductively at the shepherd. She purred and welcomed him to have at her however he saw fit. This reaction would have earned Maile a beheading and complete full-limb decapitation punishment if she were still back at home.

With her understanding of animals and her perceptive knowledge of Samson's intentions now strong as ever in mind, she let Sammy mount and fuck her silly. This tumultuous love-affair lasted for a week solid and every time they mated felt better than the last... but Maile never forgot her very first time spent with her loving new pet, her suitable new companion, her sweetest Samson.

To this day, Samson and Maile still remain an inseparable couple.