Aria wished she could have kept a level head. She wished she could have controlled her impulses. Maybe then she wouldn't be in the mess that she's in...hell, she wished she'd never become a mercenary. Alas, here she was. In the woods.

Alone.

Roots tickled and grabbed at Aria's feet, though not by design; she stumbled and staggered, grabbing onto a nearby branch in an attempt to steady herself, which snapped under her weight and caused her to fall face-first to the dirt, with only one hand to cushion her fall. She had to spit leaves out of her muzzle and suppress a growl and an emotional bout of tears. Fuck this. Fuck everything, and especially fuck Marcus.

Aria had been stuck in the woods for what her Bio-Arm said was around an hour and a half. Prior to that, she'd been at the camp with the others in her mercenary troupe, chatting over alcohol and packaged ration meals. Their mission had been something to do with insurgents in the darkest reaches of Gamma AXI-VII, a particularly small yet influential little planet that was serving as the keynote in a civil war on a neighbouring planet. It was long-winded, and the details of it were unnecessary, but Aria was a canine who wanted to understand the facts of what she was playing a part in. Unfortunately, that made her opinionated. Her teammates had always said she was not cut out for mercenary work-- too 'emotional', they said. Well, maybe they were right.

"Fucking branch..." She muttered under her breath, using a hand to brush down the mid and grime that had dirtied the front of her sleek, slim-fitting combat suit, and she reached up to brush and smooth down the half-bob of black and red hair atop her head, framing her dark fur with light grey markings. Her yellow eyes offered an air of subtly and intimidation, and in the right mood she certainly could be; it was her looks that got her recommended straight out of combat training into bodyguard detail, despite her feminine physique. Her crack aim with a sidearm all but cemented her role, but her skills in shooting couldn't really help her now. Maybe she shouldn't have skimped on the survival details of their remote briefing.

She stumbled again, this time raising her paw her boot to hover it up and over the thick root of a tree to her left, before she rounded the trunk and paused, staring straight out at a clearing in front of her. Her eyes were wide for a moment as she took in the surroundings, before her gaze fell upon the wrapper of a nutrient bar she'd had tucked away between her boobs before...one she'd eaten half an hour ago. She was going around in circles.

"Motherfu--" She sucked in a breath, desperately wanting to howl to the wind. She kicked at the ground, knocking up dirt with her boots, and she stomped at the grass and restrained the urge to grab at the flowers and foliage and wrench it from the ground. It took a great deal of willpower to calm herself even a little, but it was the sudden snapping of a branch that made her fully and completely sober up. Her blood went cold as she immediately became alert, reaching for her side for her gun...shit, her gun! She'd left it back at camp.

Her ears twisted and turned, listening to the sounds. Whatever it was, it was big-- their footsteps snapped the branches underfoot like they were nothing, and it felt as if the whole forest bent to allow it passage through and into the clearing, where Aria came face to face with a majestic, awe-inspiring and somehow terrifying creature.

It looked so remarkably similar to the Riding Drakes she had seen on some other planets in her travels that she might she might be dreaming, the more she got a look at it in the dim moonlight, the more she realised what she was seeing was some other creature entirely. It was a quadruped of some kind, with slim legs but a stockier, more muscular frame evidently built for combat, with a distinctly dragon-like maw with two sets of bright yellow horns, a smaller pair accenting the first. At first, she thought it might have scales, but she could quickly see from the shaggy, vibrant blood blood-red mohawk, and the way its body glinted and warped in the moonlight, that it was covered in fur instead. It was tall and imposing, but not so large as to be like a behemoth in that rich jungle, and its tail was incredibly long, almost as lengthy as its body. What stunned her the most was those bright and vibrant colours that covered its body-- a main bright blue, with segments parts of a much darker hue framed and accented by that same red colour to match the mohawk, as well as a wet of white markings that adorned the ends of its paws and wrapped over the top of its snout, giving it the appearance of...well, like someone had spilt milk on its face. Its nails and horns were yellow too and, as Aria quickly found out, so were its eyes, for they were looking right at her.

If there was one thing Aria had taken away from all the idle reading, watching and listening of nature documentaries around the system, it was that typically bright colours on creatures could usually only mean one of two things...and for the creature before her, who on all fours more or less matched her height, it was probably the latter of her thoughts. Such bright colours on such an incredible and terrifyingly strong beast meant those colours were a mating tactic, not to ward off predators...in fact, from the way it was staring her down from across the clearing, she was pretty sure it was the predator in this scenario. Her legs wobbled, albeit briefly, before she took in a breath and attempted to resolve her fear; if she let it get the better of her, she'd be done for.

What puzzled her most was its hesitance. It held its body low, its gaze pointed directly at her, but it made no movements to approach. Aria kind of got the idea that its posture was poised and its muscles were tense; the way it bowed its torso and slightly raised its behind gave that impression, but it was almost like it was wary of her. Aria only really had two choices at that moment; stay where she was, or run. The latter was perhaps a bad idea-- if she did try and bolt through the woods, not only was she generally at a disadvantage, but it might want to chase her. But...she couldn't stay, either, so really she could only do one thing.

She turned and bolted, leaping back towards the trees in her skin-tight combat suit and over the root she had tripped over a handful of minutes ago. She didn't have time to think, didn't have time to look back; she could already hear the hard thumps of paws against dirt as the creature chased her down. She sprinted and leapt over roots and ducked under branches, somehow managing to avoid tripping over everything in her path. Adrenaline pumped through her body, her heart hammering in her chest, her breathing sharp and shallow. It was a wonder she hadn't fallen over already, moreso when she could hear it right on her tail. She wanted to scream, to call for help, but who would hear her out in the woods like this? Terror raked at her throat, threatening to claw its way out, and thankfully the compression of her suit around her body, fitted perfectly to her feminine frame, provided a sense of comfort despite her fear.

For one moment, she made a mistake. She turned her head to see how far the monster was away from her, how far she had to run to get away-- unfortunately for her, it was close to nipping at her heels. But in that brief moment, she wasn't looking where she was going, and her stomach flipped with surprise when she put one boot forward, only to find that there was no ground to stand on. Her body lurched forward, and she looked back in front just in time to see a steep hill in front of her, descending down past a series of brambles and trees. She covered her face and prayed.

Her vision was a blur, and she squinted her eyes shut to keep herself steady, tucking into a ball as she sailed and barrelled down the hill. She felt the stab and cut of branches and foliage poking her as she hit them at high speeds, her body spasming from pain as her frame bounced off the dirt or hit the side of a tree at an awkward angle. It all happened so fast that she barely had time to register what happened before it all came to a screeching halt as she fell, back-first, into a tree. It took all of the wind out of her and she cried out, arching her back as discomfort and pain shot up her body. The shock to her system dulled out the pain of everything else, and she opened her eyes to see she was at the foot of the hill, with the steep incline in front of her. She looked down, and breathed a sigh of relief when she realised nothing was broken. Her suit, however, was a mess-- it was made of pretty good nanofiber, but the branches had cut into it badly, enough to cause gaping holes in the skin-tight garment, revealing the dark fur of her body beneath. It was torn around her stomach, but what was most embarrassing was her inner thighs, with a strip of her suit barely covering what was a particularly intimate area. Colour rose to her cheeks, then was abruptly swept away when she remembered why she'd run in the first place. Her head snapped up the hill, but it was too late. It was coming, and she didn't have to strength to get up and run.

The beast pranced down the hill carefully, almost like it was mocking her. It bounded and leapt to tree after tree in its descent, using them as purchase for its making its way down, and at that moment she could see how behemoth-like and heavy the beast was, for the trees beat to support its weight and struggled to maintain it. It reached the bottom in no time, and despite her efforts to try and claw herself up to her feet, Aria was unable to even stand, and she slumped to the ground, helpless.

It approached her without so much of its wariness as before, perhaps because it intrinsically understood she was afraid, or maybe it could just smell it on her. It bowed its body and poised itself towards her, nostrils flaring, taking in her scent, and Aria could only scrunch up her eyes and brace herself for the inevitable. Would it hurt? Would she scream in pain? She was sure both of those things were certain, a given, even...but she had so many regrets.

It brushed her ankle, fur pressing and dragging lightly against her boot and up towards her leg, where it slipped around the sleek material of her suit. She resisted the urge to kick out her leg, and the defiant side of her wanted to fight back. Its large maw pushed her leg to the side like it was nothing, its teeth and hot breath grazing across her inner thigh, towards the parts where her suit was torn. The feeling of its fur brushing against her was odd, and she sucked in a breath, tensing up every muscle in her body, expecting it to sink into her flesh, to taste her.

What she didn't expect was for it to taste her in another way. Its maw moved across her body towards the narrow, barely-hanging-on strip of nanofibre between her legs, and with a delicate pinch of its teeth, it gripped and shredded it away. There was absolutely no mistaking its intentions-- a creature as powerful as the one before her would have just eaten her, if that were its goal. She felt its hot breath against her Y-Shaped, anatomically-correct cunt, and the heat spread a tingle deep into her core and up to her stomach, where she felt an uneasiness growing within her. Something about the way it hovered, mere inches, before her canine pussy concerned her. Her triangle-shaped folds clenched instinctively, and she held her breath when the creature let out a low, purposeful growl.

Wetness spread between her legs, and her eyes immediately darted down, eyes wide as she watched the creature press its maw to her entrance, and with its wet, almost slimy appendage it smeared and rolled, exploring every inch of her dark flesh. It circled the puffy triangle of her pussy and her body gave her mixed signals, her muscles tensing with the anxiety of such a powerful beast's teeth close to her flesh, whilst her innards spasmed and she suppressed a sigh as pleasure applied pressure on her abdomen and released ebbing, pulsing waves through her body. Each spike of delight, each slather against her cunt, made her muscles relax more and more, but her eyes remained fixed on its movements, watching with frightening intensity, with wary precision, as its tongue stuck out to drag upwards, briefly tasting the dark clumps of fur around her pussy, before going back down to it's 'prize'.

Aria shouldn't be as turned on as she was, but she didn't exactly have any other choice in the matter, not when the alternative meant potentially becoming food for the monster. Its tongue pressed and probed at the puffy flesh of her pussy, spreading that slick, borderline-slimy spit everywhere, before it started to probe deeper, pushing with a force that suggested a large amount of muscle behind the wiggling tip of that tongue. The force of its pressing appendage spread her entrance, pushing and wriggling in a way that made her body spasm and her breath hitched in her throat. She could feel it slipping into her, and her instinct was to lift her hands and put them on the beast's snout, to push them away from her, but she froze midway through the act. Its gaze snapped up to her, almost knowingly, and with a rumble of what she best perceived to be interest, that wet appendage suddenly surged and pushed into her, far more than she ever expected.

Her innards spasmed, her tight canal quaking and gripping tightly around the malleable, squishy muscle as the tongue plunged and pushed all the way through her, as long and as thick as any cock she had ever taken, perhaps even more so. It rolled around inside her and filled out every minute crevice, every curve and bump, and she couldn't help but to snap her legs shut, pressing her thighs around the beast's large maw, which was as long as her legs and doubly thick. It wasn't deliberate, of course, and the monster seemed to understand that, for it burrowed its tongue deeper, forcing it into her as far as it could go.

At some point, it met resistance, and Aria could feel it; she didn't really know just how far it had gone, but she already felt inexplicably full just from that roaming tongue alone. Just how long was it? It felt like it was pressing all the way into her, and at the bottom of her vision, she could see her stomach bulging within the confines of her barely-held-together suit, indicating just how deep that roaming tongue went. She shivered, moving her hands down towards the grass so she had something to hold on to as that reverberating growl from the monster's throat made its tongue vibrate, sending dizzying spikes of pleasure up her body. She huffed, scrunching her face up, feeling both violated yet so unfathomably turned on-- she never thought her day would end up like this.

As quickly as the beast had begun to eat her out, it abruptly stopped, its tongue smearing and sliding back-- though it did pump forwards a few times to spread its spit everywhere-- until the wiggling tip, which she now understood to be forked at the end, of its tapering tongue pulled out completely, a thin trail of spit hanging between its tongue and her twitching, clenching cunt. Aria's breath was hot and heavy, the skin beneath her fur tingling with anticipation. What else did it want to do with her? Her mind went to only one thing...and just the thought of it made her blood run cold.

With a snort and a lick of its red and white furred muzzle, the beast withdrew, but not nearly enough for her now mostly recuperated body to move out of the way, but enough for her to get a good look at its chest and underside, at least some of it...and it was in that moment that things more or less became clear, and her hypothesis rang true. Between its legs was more or less the confirmation of its gender; a behemoth-sized cock, god knows how long, with a thick, pulsing, bulbous base, an exotic flared-like end reminiscent of old earthen horses, and a plump, perfectly rounded set of large blue balls, one hanging lower than the other. Just the sight of it made her throat dry, her lust and senses heightened, and her body eager to feel it even if her brain was muddled and confused. She squirmed, partly out of uneasiness and anxiety, and partly out of some peculiar, carnal need...she couldn't believe she was turned on, but she didn't get a chance to process it, for in her moments of taking hitched breaths, of resisting to urge to touch herself, the creature began to move.

It lifted and strode over her, putting its large front paws on the tree behind her, clawing at the bark and causing debris to fall down onto her shoulders, tumbling and bouncing onto the grass around her. The quadruped clambered and raised its claws higher, and Aria's eyes widened as the creature's incredibly-sized cock swung upwards and bounced up and down, mere inches from her body, and towards her muzzle, too. The flared end swayed and pulsed with obvious need, with such carnal, animalistic desire...but it was clear to Aria, even in her uneasy and horny state, that it didn't want her mouth...no, it was trying to find a good position to mate with her, fully and completely. It squatted its back legs in a way that made its paws and toes rake into the dirt, and it's lower half dipped and caved, balls jiggling with each subtle movement until its heavy and swollen nuts trailed and dragged through the foliage. The length swung downwards with its descent, and Aria tensed as the heat of the animal's cock dragged across her body, slipping between her covered breasts, and tugging on the fabric slightly as it moved lower and lower. Aria watched with hesitation, with eager anticipation, as it slid further and further down until it the creature was forced to scoot back, its large body too close to her for it to get the tip to her puffy canine pussy. She could feel and hear its claws trailing down the length of the tree, drawing ever closer to her head as it manoeuvred into a better position.

It took some adjustment, but it managed it, by some miracle. The dark-furred canine stared, wide-eyed, as the needy end of that cock rubbed delicately up and down the puffy folds of her Y-Shaped cunt, kneading and pressing with such eagerness that it encouraged needy spurts of pre-cum from the end that, when the beast withdrew, clung between their sex in dripping strands, breaking and separating easily. The heat of it was immeasurable, and she could tell the monster was into it too from the way it huffed and panted harshly above her, threatening to drip spit down onto her shoulders. With each nudge and prod, it gauged the tension of her tight pussy, testing how much she squeezed, how much resistance she brought up...but each push came with the occasional snort, as if it were satisfied. Suddenly, it began to shove, pressing with greater force, its claws curling down into the dirt as it pushed, forcing her body up against the tree. She strained, kicking out her boots, scraping them across the foliage; her body resisted, her muscles instinctively clenched...until they didn't. She gave out quickly, and with a squelch and a pop, the swollen, flared end slipped inside her.

The dark blue cock plunged with reckless abandon, so eager to take more than it deserved now that it had metaphorically taken an inch, and almost immediately Aria's insides clamped down and squeezed like a vice, every muscle in her body squeezing and clenching up as she shuddered, both delightfully full but also way too uncomfortable. It must have buried what she thought was around half of its cock, but when she looked she saw it was closer to a third. She reached her hands up, needing to find purchase, and found her hands curling around its large, impressive forearms as it grunted and pushed deeper, letting out some kind of mixed croon-warble that sounded like a rolling rumble, deeply seated in lust. Another thrust broke her defences, forcing it deeper, and she cried out into the wilderness, lifting her chin and arching her head back against the bark. The folds of her pussy spasmed and weakly squeezed, both trying to push it back and hungrily embracing it.

Slowly, the creature pulled back, its throbbing length pushing against the flesh of her clenching muscles until it had slipped out a handful of inches, before it pushed in again, eager to bury itself deeper. To have the foresight to be careful with its thrusts-- not entirely, since it was still an animal, after all-- shocked Aria, and made her wonder if there was more to the creature than met the eye...but at that moment she didn't really have a chance to explore the thought further, for her brain became foggy with desire as the cock plunged and satisfied all the aching elements inside her, whilst still weaving discomfort through every aspect of their forbidden, rough sex. If her squadmates saw what was happening, she was sure she'd never be looked at in the same way again...but as luck would have it, she was well and truly lost in that forest. She could moan as loud as she wanted.

Aria shifted her legs as the furred quadruped shuffled closer, shuffling its feet forwards as its cock slid deeper and deeper, and somewhere inside her Aria felt like that cock was pressing on a rather important spot, trying to nudge its way past a much tight orifice hidden somewhere deep in her gut. Her gaze darted down just in time to see the obvious protrusion of that turgid meat pushing her belly outwards, if only slightly, before the creature's hips swung back a handful of inches before plunging forward with force. Whatever 'barrier' lay dormant within her body after the first squeeze of resistance was immediately popped, and a stab of sharp, painful discomfort ripped through her, crawling its way out of her throat as a pained yelp. To her surprise, the beast jolted and stopped its advance, hovering in its penetrated position for a few moments as it bowed its head, nuzzling along her black and red hair...was it actually compassionate? It thrust forwards into her when her groans died down, causing her to suck in a breath and brace herself-- maybe it wasn't so empathetic after all.

She couldn't even tell how deep it was in by that point; she had swung her legs up and curled them around the beast's powerful thighs, her ass threatening to leave the floor of the forest as the beast nudged all the way to the thick, bulbous base of its member, dangerously pressing the swollen knot against the dark flesh of her canine pussy, wet of pre-seed and own her discharge. Aria felt dizzy with how full she was, and rolled her head back to try and recuperate and rest a while as the creature slowed, hovering within her, rumbling quietly from how snug a fit she was...at least, she assumed so. Aria didn't get much time to relax however, for the large, furred creature started to slide out of her, tugging backwards as the dark blue length withdrew, barely a handful of inches, before it plunged in again, meeting knot to pussy in a quiet slap. She felt the weight of its balls against her body, pressing lighting against her cheeks for a moment before they swung backwards as the creature withdrew again, forming some kind of steady, slow rhythm that, unbeknownst to her, would soon pick up in speed.

The sounds of their sex started becoming wet and rapid, as the creature's thrusts lapsed from slow, long humps into short and quick pumps of its hips, mashing that knot roughly and firmly against her cunt, occasionally rolling its hips in a way that angled the member upwards to protrude more against her stomach. The pleasure was immense and her body felt hot and heavy from being fucked, but amongst all that was the sheer shock of taking a cock simply too big for her; she could still feel the occasional stab and spike, but most of it has dissipated, swallowed up by the growing sense of delight that spread through her, making her muscles twitch and her body tense with every other thrust.

She had no way of telling how long she'd be there, or how long the creature would take-- hell, she hadn't even really had that much experience with men in general, but from the way its grunting and snarling grew more fervent, and from the way that pre-slickened knot slapped against her entrance over and over, she knew it must be close. Each thrust elicited a numbing sting of discomfort as that flared end swelled past some kind of barrier inside her that even she wasn't entirely aware of; all she knew was that it hurt, if only a little, and that the beast was very satisfied with how tight it was. Bark littered her shoulders as the creature reflexively gripped the tree tighter, tail thumping against the grass in loud, dull bangs that could have threatened to make the ground shake as, slowly but surely, that bulbous knot worked her pussy open, spurred on by the monster's desperate need to tie with its mate.

"T-Too big, too--!" She cried out to try and ward the creature off, but she should have known better than to expect it to listen, especially since it gave no real indication of sentience. For a handful of moments its thrusts were heavier and more pronounced, each pump forwards hard and rough, forcing and working her already stretched entrance open until her hole wrapped and enveloped around the thickest part of that knot. The pre-cum wasn't nearly enough to make it easy, and Aria thought the skin might split as it passed the past of no return before, with a sickening squelch, it tied inside. Pre-cum dribbled from around the edges of its sheath as it pressed forwards and growled with satisfaction, and she felt the heat and twitching mass of those balls against her ass. It relaxed there for a moment, nudging against her slightly, before her vision blurred as the ground was pulled out from under her...though not entirely.

Her head hit the grass quickly after her shoulders as the monster stepped backwards from the tree, dragging her tied body along with it. The only thing of hers that touched the ground was her now messed-up hair and her shoulders, with her hands awkwardly flailing as her lower end and legs hung in the air, spread out on either side of the creature's body. She felt its knot tugging against her on the inside, the gravity of her body dangling from that base, in turn, stimulating the creature, though she wasn't entirely aware of it. She squirmed in her awkward position and watched as the monster lifted a back left, making her lean at a weird angle off the ground, and behind her head, the beast dipped its neck down to watch her, and delight in the sight of her tied pussy. The beast rumbled, squatting its hips to push down into her body dick-first, and in turn her body squeezed.

Then she heard it. Accentuated by a brutish snort from the creature's maw was a deep, gurgling spurt, that made her belly immediately grow in size, though only a fraction. At first, she had mistaken it for her taking a deep breath, but when another soon followed and her stomach grew larger, she groaned and clutched at it, suddenly aware of what was happening. The heat made her insides spasm and squeeze, and she didn't even realise she was climaxing herself until the pleasure shot up her body and spread to her limbs, making her muscles grow weak, accepting the beast's virile, pumping load. She huffed, gasping, sucking in deep, swallowing breaths as she moved her hands from her own stomach to the creature's underside, clutching onto it for dear life. Each voluminous spurt and pump shot deep into her, coaxing its throbbing cock, smearing around its flared end, as its knot swelled to keep her fully and completely on its dick. Thankfully her belly didn't grow any further, but from the way that nut flooded her insides, she knew for sure it was a lot, to the point where she thought it would come out of her mouth...but thankfully it never did.

She slumped her head back, panting tiredly, and above her the creature licked at her hair, caring little for the specks of dirt and leaves that got caught in it from the chaos of their chase. Aria didn't know what it was thinking or planning, but she hoped she might be able to get away when it was 'done'...whenever that was. She looked up to her arm and went to tap on the transponder equipped to her combat glove, but it didn't respond. She paled at the thought.

Whenever it was done, however long it took to deflate...would she even get away at all? Or would she end up at the creature's breeding stock?