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But she soon realizes that she's being followed. The man following her is not very good at covering his tracks, and soon she gets the drop on him, finding none other than the big red dragon Zex. She drags him back, planning to have her usual fun, only she underestimates just how strong the man is, and soon he breaks free. A vicious fight between two brutal D-Gen killers follows. Which will survive, and which will end up dead in a pile of bloody snow?\n\nThis actually has two endings, but you'll have to read to see which one is canon. ;)\n\nI was actually waiting to post this one, planning to do something in between, but the other things didn't manifest, and I got tired of sitting on a completed story. So enjoy.\n\n- - - - -\n\nA massive thank you to my top tier subscribers:\n[fa]booleangemini352[/fa] | Sedyna | [fa]Kaden22[/fa] | [fa]jafferroshak[/fa] | RoleplayCentral\n\nIf you would like early access to my stories, polls, monthly commission raffles, weekly previews and updates, behind the scenes talks, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my [url=https://subscribestar.adult/xp_author]SubscribeStar[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "In the thawing forest of western Canada, Vivian Rightly is returning to her home. But she soon realizes that she's being followed. The man following her is not very good at covering his tracks, and soon she gets the drop on him, finding none other than the big red dragon Zex. She drags him back, planning to have her usual fun, only she underestimates just how strong the man is, and soon he breaks free. A vicious fight between two brutal D-Gen killers follows. Which will survive, and which will end up dead in a pile of bloody snow?

This actually has two endings, but you'll have to read to see which one is canon. ;)

I was actually waiting to post this one, planning to do something in between, but the other things didn't manifest, and I got tired of sitting on a completed story. So enjoy.

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A massive thank you to my top tier subscribers:
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If you would like early access to my stories, polls, monthly commission raffles, weekly previews and updates, behind the scenes talks, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "\n[center][/center]\n[center][b]Red Woods[/b][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nVivian Rightly took a deep breath, held it for a long moment, then let it out. A small cloud of mist puffed out in front of the fox's face in the cold, crisp air. Of course, Vivi was used to this kind of cold, even enjoyed it. Living in the Canadian wilderness kind of required you to be, at least for a good portion of the year. Snow was still piled and drifted about on the ground, though thankfully not too deep, only a few millimeters in places. Some still stuck to the trees all around her, and despite their name as white fir, they had quite a bit of green to the pale needles.\n\nShe had returned to her cabin some weeks ago, now that snowstorm season had mostly passed. It hadn't been too bad this winter. She probably could have stayed out in her converted hunting lodge and done just fine. Though spending time with the sheriff and his wife was always a nice way to spend the winter. Robert and Penny were quite a lovely couple of moose, and Penny could really cook a mean stew. Especially using the various kinds of meat Vivi provided. Of course, the fox still hoped some day she could have both of them in her shed some day, carving the meat off of their bones after a good, hard fuck. She was sure one day they would finally give in to her offer.\n\nThe wildlife had also started to come back to the forest. Feral deer and rabbits scurried about, their tracks easy to spot in the powdery snow. There were also other predator tracks, feral wolves and foxes. No bears, though, as they were still hibernating for another few weeks at least. Not that she was particularly worried about any of the wild predators. She was well established as part of this forest, and most of the feral beasts knew better than to approach her home. She was also good at avoiding their hunting grounds, her own hunting grounds closer to the hiking paths. Though she had a keen sense, and was aware when she was being stalked. And right now, she was well aware someone was out here hunting her. She felt a smile spread on her face. She would show them why that was a mistake.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nZex kept his movements slow, his body low and half-crouched. The 7 foot tall red dragon bodybuilder was not exactly a master of stealth, especially considering the massive, bulky muscles hidden under the thick winter coat. Still, at least being wrapped up in the warm clothing covered most of his bright red scales. He had picked up a set of hunting clothes, in a mottled green and brown pattern, but one with enough white mixed in that he hoped it would work in the snowy woods. He was glad he didn't choose the 'arctic' pattern, at least. There was way too much brown and pine out here for that to work well. He always had this image of Canada being flat and icy, not quite so vibrant and green, even in the dead of winter.\n\nAt least he wasn't cold blooded like some lizards. There was no way he'd be able to stand being out here if he was. He had also grown up in Chicago and Alta Ferro, so it wasn't like he hadn't been in the cold before. But he was a city boy through and through, so winter in the woods was something new. He would give it this, though. It made tracking his prey easier. The footprints of the vixen were pretty obvious in the snow, even among the other animal tracks. She was the only one out here on two legs besides him.\n\nHe saw her in the distance. She wore a fur coat that she had probably made herself. He wondered if it was just wild animal pelts, or if it had come from one of her previous victims. He paused and crouched again when she stopped, turning her head this way and that, ears twitching atop her head. She was hunting something while he was hunting her. He figured she was tracking whatever was making the small prints he kept seeing near hers. A rabbit maybe? He wasn't really sure. She didn't have any kind of gun or bow or anything on her, at least that he could see. But she was some kind of reclusive savage, so who knows. Maybe she was planning on killing the thing with her teeth. Then again, he was not really one to talk. All the bodybuilder had as far as weapons went was his bulky muscles and a short knife on his belt.\n\nHe started moving when she did. He lost sight of her again as she moved around a thick cluster of trees. Not the first time that had happened, but her tracks continued. Then, just on the other side of the trees... they disappeared. He blinked, looking around. He didn't see the tracks starting anywhere else. He didn't see any snowdrifts big enough for her to hide in, either. It was like she had vanished. If he had the experience, he might have see the small marks in the tree beside him where she had climbed up, but they went entirely unnoticed.\n\nThough she had not gone up, but around, using the tree as cover to get behind the big man. He realized far too late as he heard her land behind him. \"Shit!\" He spun around, but only got half-way before something pressed against his side. His body was suddenly on fire with pain, every nerve set alight as electricity coursed through him. He defined muscles convulsed out of control as his whole body seemed to clench up in a seizure. Even his jaw was clamped shut, his throat not responding enough for him to scream, only let out a strained sound. Thankfully, his brain shut off, removing his consciousness from the overwhelming agony.\n\nVivi pulled the stun stick away from the man as she saw his eyes roll back. His body fell over with a heavy thud, only slightly muffled in the snow. He still twitched and trembled for a few seconds, his tail thumping a few times against the tree trunk beside him. Though he did grow still quickly enough. She smirked, looking at the little rod in her hand. \"Thanks, Sheriff. This really did come in handy.\" It had been a gift from the man the previous year. She flicked it off and tucked it back into her pocket, then turned her attention back to the dragon at her feet. \"Well. Fuck if you aren't a big man.\" She of course recognized him. A fellow D-Gen poster, and one who had recently been hunting killers like her.\n\nHe was also probably the biggest person that had ever been out in her woods. \"You're going to be a pain in the ass to drag home.\" She sighed, reaching down to see about hefting the guy. She was no slouch in the strength department herself, but this was still going to be a task. One she hoped would be worth it, though. So long as he didn't wake up before she got there.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nZex groaned as consciousness started to return. He was very cold, but also warm at the same time. The dragon found himself completely naked, not all that surprising considering who had caught him. Also not surprising was the metal table he felt against his back, which he knew was actually a table saw. There were also the thick leather straps tight against his arms, legs, and chest to keep him pinned down. The part he was not fully expecting was to hear the woman moaning, or feel her atop him. Though it was not exactly unpleasant, either.\n\nHe opened his eyes to see the fox, equally naked, moving against his crotch. He felt her drooling pussy grinding up and down his rock hard shaft. One breast bounced with her movements, the other held in her own grip and squeezed. Her other hand was between her legs, working at her clit as she slid back and forth along the cock. His length was pinned to his own belly under her, almost completely coated by her juices, his tip drooling. She must have been working at him for a while, as he felt like he was already pretty close.\n\nHe also saw that she was staring right down at him. Despite her lustful moaning, her gaze was sharp and focused. A big grin spread on her face as she saw him waking up. \"Welcome back, big boy! Hope you don't mind I started while you were out. Couldn't help it when I saw this monster.\" She pressed her hips down against his cock a little more.\n\nHe let out a grunt as she didn't slow down for a moment. \"Feels like you've been going for a bit with how wet it is. How many times have you cum on this guy already?\"\n\nVivi giggled. \"Only twice.\" She let out another moan. \"But with how it keeps throbbing, will be three soon!\" She squeezed her breast again, her lower lips sliding along the shaft from balls to tip and back down. \"Feels like it's going to pop soon, too. Go on, big boy. Blow a load for me before we start the [i]real[/i] fun!\"\n\nHe grunted, moving his hips to grind against her as best he could. \"Pre-game before the show, huh? Or is this going on the video, too?\" He grit his teeth a little as she worked harder at him. She was quite insistent.\n\n\"Oh, I'm recording already.\" She giggled, pointing up at where some of the cameras were in the little shack. \"Definitely including this part.\" She gasped softly as a shiver ran through her, more juices running out against his length. \"Now stop holding back and cum for me, scales!\"\n\nHe clenched his jaw harder as she really started sliding against him. \"Fuck...\" He started to squirm under her, his massive rod pulsing and throbbing between them. He felt his balls tightening, the pressure rising quickly. With a strained grunt, he let lose, blasting his load out as she demanded. Thick spurts of spunk shot out, splashing against his belly and chest, some of the powerful blasts even managing to hit up near his face. The vixen straddling him gasped and moaned louder, fingers working furiously at her clit. She let out a louder gasping cry as she came again, her cunt splashing against his hips, adding more to the juices already coating his cock and scales.\n\nVivi let out a breath as she leaned forward, breasts dangling close to him. Little trembles ran through her well toned body. \"Ah, that's good.\" She leaned down to lap at some of the seed that had landed on his chest. \"Mmm... not bad.\" She giggled at him as he just let out a grunt. \"Aww, don't be upset, red. At least I let you cum first. That's more than I give most people that end up on my table.\" She swung her leg over, hopping down off of him. \"Though I'm more than a little excited to start carving into this gorgeous meat.\" She pat his thigh, indicating she meant his actual meat. \"I so rarely get to play with dragons. It'll be a real treat.\"\n\nZex grunted, watching her fluffy tail as she prepared all of her various tools. \"Before we start, I have a question.\" His voice was calm.\n\nShe glanced over her shoulder at him. \"Okay. Though if it's if I can loosen the restraints, the answer is no.\"\n\nHe smirked. \"That's not it. No, I wanted to know if you had cameras outside of this little hut.\"\n\nShe tilted her head a little. \"Yeah, I do. Got a few pointed at the area right out side of the shed.\" She tilted her head to the other side. \"Why? Want to make sure I include me struggling to drag your big, bulky ass in here?\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"No, I just want to make sure they catch all the action.\"\n\nNow she was confused. \"All of what ac-\" Her words caught in her throat as she watched the already bulging muscles suddenly flex even more. With a loud, straining grunt, the man suddenly wrenched his arm upwards, not tearing the leather bindings, but actually ripping the metal it was attached to. Her momentary shock wore off as he continued pulling the straps away. \"Oh... FUCK!\"\n\nTrue to her word, she did have cameras outside of the shed. Two of them, both situated on the top corners of the converted lodge. She could move them around using the computer they were hooked up to, but normally just left them pointed in front of the shed. As they were connected to the rest of the system, they were recording while the ones inside were. Which was good, as they caught the moment Vivi's body was sent crashing through the wall of her shed amid a shower of splinters and shattered wooden planks. She sailed through the air for a second before hitting the snowy ground and tumbling among the debris.\n\nZex stepped out after her, rolling his shoulders a little. \"Thought it would hold up better, sorry.\" He had thrown the woman into the wall, fully expecting her to just bounce off. \"Though I guess it won't matter once [i]I'M[/i] done having fun.\"\n\nVivi groaned, pushing herself up. A few cuts already bled on her arms where the planks had scratched at her, but it was nothing bad. \"I really need to look into a better way to keep you muscle bros still...\"\n\n\"You won't have to worry about that after today.\" He clenched his fists, raising them up as he got closer. As he expected, the woman wasn't nearly as badly hurt as she made herself appear. The moment he was close enough, she darted at him, swinging one of the larger planks of wood at him. He turned his shoulder into it, the wood shattering into splinters as it struck his scaled bicep. He countered with a blow of his own, turning to throw his left fist out. It caught the woman's jaw in an uppercut, fully lifting her off of her feet and sending her sprawling back into the snow.\n\nVivi groaned, her jaw aching... and her teeth. It felt like that punch had slammed her mouth closed so hard, she wondered if she just chipped her teeth. She started to push herself up, only to have all the air knocked fully from her lungs as his foot stomped down against her belly hard. Pain exploded through her body as she gripped at her stomach, curling up and rolling to the side. She managed a cough, then gasped to fill her lungs once again, only to cough more. \"F-fuck...\" She slowly rolled onto her belly, getting shaky hands under her.\n\nHis foot came up under her to slam into her belly again, sending her tumbling over once more. Zex frowned as he watched her groaning in pain, blood splashing out of her mouth onto the snow as she started coughing this time. He crouched down near her, reaching out to grip her hair and lift her head up. \"You know, I expected you to be a lot better than this.\"\n\nShe actually managed to let out a breathless chuckle. \"Well... sorry.\" She winced as he started to lift her up by her hair, dragging her up to her knees, then further to her feet.\n\nZex continued to frown as she struggled. \"Sorry, huh? Well, that's not going to b-\" His words ended in a pained grunt as it was her turn to hit him. Her foot connected squarely between his legs, smashing against his exposed and dangling balls. He dropped the woman as he grabbed his crotch, stumbling a step to the side. \"FUCK! Why... always the fucking nuts!?\" First the koala, now this bitch. He needed to start wearing a protective cup or something.\n\nHis anger rising, he turned in time to see the fox running. Not at him, but... away? Though she wasn't moving all that fast, still clutching at her stomach and limping slightly. \"The fuck do you think you're going!?\" He followed, though he had expect her to try and run out to the woods and lose him. Instead, she climbed through the hole in the wall she had been forced to make a few minutes earlier. That was probably bad.\n\nHe charged into the shed after her, expecting she was grabbing a gun or something she had hidden. Instead, he cried out as she spun, slashing at his chest with a serrated blade. He stumbled back a step as he felt his chest sting something fierce. Looking down, he pulled a hand away from the spot he didn't know he had moved. He saw blood on his palm. She had cut him pretty good, a large gash oozing more onto his scales, from just below his right shoulder all the way down to his left side. It wasn't deep enough to be life threatening, but it certainly proved how sharp the knife was to cut through his scales so easily.\n\nVivi held the knife out in both hands, panting heavily. \"I'm... not done yet... ya big brute!\" She was panting quite hard, her insides still aching, but her adrenaline was letting her ignore most of it for now.\n\nThe dragon gave her a wicked, sadistic grin. The same kind she had given so many morsels in the past. \"Good!\" He moved with surprising speed for someone his size, lashing his hand out at her. Not to strike, but to grab. He managed to get a grip on her wrist, trying to pull the knife away from her. She refused to let go, so he started to twist. The place was filled with her screams of pain, then the sound of cracking as he broke her left wrist. The knife clattered to the floor a moment before she was forced to her knees.\n\nHe laughed, still holding onto her broken arm. \"I love breaking you spunky cunts. And I'm going to enjoy breaking your cunt, too!\" He twisted her wrist a little more, making her scream in pain again. Then it was his turn to shriek in pain as she grabbed the knife with her other hand and drove it up into his forearm. The blade slipped right between the bones, poking out the other side amid a river of his own blood. He let her go, recoiling away. His hand trembled from the pain. With grit teeth, he grabbed the handle and ripped the blade free. \"FUCK!\" He chucked the knife away, sending it flying through the massive hole in the wall to land somewhere in the snow. He gripped his forearm tight, flexing his fingers. They trembled and shook, mostly responding, but he could tell there was very little strength in his right hand anymore.\n\nRage fully filled him now. He looked up to glare at the fox, expecting to find her either curled on the floor in pain or trying to get away. Instead, he saw something orange coming right at his face. It wasn't her fur, but something circular and metal. He realized too late what it was, unable to move out of the way as the heated branding iron she used to cauterize wounds was pressed right against the side of his face, missing his eye by less than an inch. He let out a shriek of agony as the burning metal charred his scales and searing the flesh under them.\n\nOn instinct, he swung his wounded arm out, backhanding the woman and sending more pain through his arm. Though it was nothing compared to the burn on his face. Thankfully, he caught her with the instinctive blow, sending her crashing somewhat to the side. She fell against the metal table he had been strapped to, the iron sent clattering somewhere else. He reached out with his good hand and grabbed her head, quickly lifting it, only to smash her face against the metal table. She let out a loud grunt, leaving a splatter of blood on the surface as she bounced off and crumpled to the floor.\n\nZex groaned, stumbling back a step. He looked to make sure she was motionless on the floor. There was even a growing pool of blood under her head. Satisfied she was at least unconscious, he turned and making his way outside. Grabbing a handful of snow, he pressed it to his face, wincing at the cold. Though it did still give a little soothing to the burnt area. He very cautiously touched the edge, only to wince at the stinging pain. That was definitely going to be one hell of a scar. He was lucky it hadn't blinded him entirely, though his right eye seemed a little blurry. Probably just swelling, but something to have a doctor look at later.\n\nHis thoughts were interrupted by a searing pain exploding across his back. With a scream, he stumbled forward, only to fall into the snow. It felt like she had splashed whatever had heated the iron across him. \"Fucking...\" He moved to push himself up, only to cry out as he tried to push with his already wounded arm. Instead, he tried to use his left. But something was wrong, he felt almost no strength in his movements. He did managed to get himself to roll over, though that was a mistake as it put him on his back, making the pain all the worse.\n\nHe looked up to see the woman, her face drooling blood from several cuts, and left eye nearly fully swollen shut. She panted in ragged gasps down at him, her good eye full of murderous fury. He also saw just what she had hit him with. She held a portable cordless circular saw in her hand, and even though it was not powered on, the sawblade itself was still wickedly sharp. When she spoke, her voice was raspy and hoarse. \"I am... [i]not[/i]... fucking... dying today, you jackass!\"\n\nHis eyes went wide as she turned the thing on, the blade suddenly whirring to life right in front of him. Managed to pull himself away as she swung the thing down, hitting snow and not his arm. He ignored the screaming of his muscles as he forced himself to move. He saw the bloody snow where he had thrown the knife earlier and dove for that, only to scream as she managed to catch his tail with her next cut, slicing deep into the meaty appendage near the middle.\n\nVivi nearly fell over as she pulled the now bloody tool through his tail, leaving a massive, bloody slash through the thing. She followed as he half-crawled, have dove forward. She did not register he was reaching for something, her foggy mind only able to focus on one thing, and that was killing the killer before he did the same to her. She slashed down again, missing his leg and again nearly toppling into the snow. Everything hurt so much she barely felt anything. The numbing cold only helped so much, but added its own issue. She couldn't feel her feet anymore, or her legs for that matter. Her left arm was still shaking, hanging limp at her side, while she swung the blade using only her right. Her fingers were so cold, it was lucky she could even grip the handle.\n\nZex was only doing slightly better, but his fingers also felt numb. Yet he was able to get them around the handle of the knife. He got a firm grip and rolled over onto his back again, just in time to see her lunging at him, screaming bloody murder the whole time. He shoved his hand out, feeling the blade catch as it struck her. Then he screamed as the worst pain yet hit, the saw carving into his arm just above his elbow. At first, he thought she had fallen forward, but then he saw she was leaning down, using her own weight to press the thing against him. He lost the grip on the knife, seeing he had only managed to plant it in her shoulder.\n\nThen his arm was gone. The saw carved right through the thick muscle, and even through the bone. He realized the screaming was his own as he stared at what was left of his limb, blood pouring out of the stump, staining the snow around him as red as his scales. Though she was also screaming. Not in pain from the stab, but down at him. He looked up, eyes wide with shock. Then the saw planted right between them. His whole body started to thrash as she used her weight to shove down, jamming the murderous power tool into the man's forehead and carving through the bone. She continued to scream at him, fueled entirely by her anger, even as his blood sprayed against her face.\n\nShe never quite registered when he died. At some point, she just realized that she was screaming at a corpse. His head was split between the eyes, a massive gash carved through his skull, splitting it and the brain within. His body had grown still under her, though she didn't know when. Having a look down, she saw he had also blasted a load onto the snow at some point, but his massive cock was already deflating. She finally turned the saw off, only for it to fall out of her grip to the bloody snow.\n\nShe gasped heavily, staring down at the brutalized corpse. \"Fuck... you...\" With almost no strength, she stood back up, her fur matted with blood, only some of it her own. She could feel heat on her back, and for a fleeting moment of panic, worried he had cut into her. Then she heard the crackling and smelled the smoke. Shakily, she turned, seeing the fire starting to consume the shed. She was so far past the point of exhaustion and fatigue, she barely registered that it was fire she stared at. The branding iron, so carelessly tossed away, had set the wooden shed ablaze.\n\nThat was the last thing she remembered before the darkness claimed her. She fell forward into the snow beside him, blood still seeping from her own wounds.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nShe had some very unusual dreams. She was strapped to a circular saw like it was a stage show wheel, the red dragon throwing more blades at her like some magic show. Most of them missed, until one hit her in the belly, cutting her cleanly in half. Though it wasn't blood or guts that came out, but confetti. The crowd was made up of multiples of her father, the local sheriff and his wife, and some green squirrel she didn't even know the name of. They all cheered as more confetti burst from her arm this time. It didn't hurt, either.\n\nLooking down at herself, she realized she was cumming, but didn't feel it. Yet it wasn't juices flowing out of her quivering nethers, but snow. It just kept flowing out of her, quickly piling up and covering her entirely. Then she was lost in the cold, surrounded only by white. She screamed, but there was no sound. She was lost under the snow, suffocating. But it wasn't completely silent. There was an annoying beep, like someone had set a bomb next to her head, and it was counting down to the moment it would blow her brains into mush.\n\nThe boom never happened. But the beeping continued. It was some time before she recognized it wasn't a countdown. It was a heart monitor. She also wasn't covered in snow, but surprisingly uncomfortable bed sheets. Her mouth was dry and her head felt like it was at once filled with lead and helium. She managed to force her eyes open, her vision fuzzy. She was staring at... some kind of ugly ceiling. The bed was almost as uncomfortable as the sheets laid atop her. She tried to move, but only got as far as the attempt before giving up. Nothing felt quite right, like she was in someone else's body and didn't know how to pilot it yet.\n\n\"Hey! You're awake.\" She blinked several times before the meaning of the words registered. It was a few more seconds before the recognition of the voice hit. She managed to get her head to turn and look at the moose beside her, a look of relief on the older man's face. \"Was worried you wouldn't.\" He let out an awkward chuckle.\n\nAnother moose moved up beside him, a woman this time. \"He wouldn't leave your side the whole time. I'm almost jealous.\" She chuckled. The names finally clicked into place. Sheriff Robert Rosko, and his wife, Maria... though everyone just called her Penny for some reason. They were friends from the town nearby her home. Maybe more than friends. Cohorts? They knew what she did, even enjoyed the smoked meat she made from her kills, and helped to keep it all covered up. She was more than a little surprised to see them... or anything for that matter.\n\nShe tried to speak, but something wouldn't let her. A hand rested on her shoulder as gently as possible. It still sent a shiver of pain through her, making the Robert flinch his hand away. \"Ah... don't talk. Or move. You were pretty banged up. They had to put a tube down your throat. You've... been in a coma for almost two weeks.\"\n\nVivi just blinked at him, still not quite fully comprehending what he was saying. Coma? If she was asleep for almost two weeks, why did she still feel so tired? The look of confusion must have been on her face as Penny smiled down at her. \"Get some rest. We'll tell you all about it once you're feeling a little better.\" The fox just closed her eyes, not arguing that suggestions for a second. She was asleep almost before her eyes were finished closing.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nVivi winced. Not because of the pain still in her shoulder, but because of how awful the food tasted. It was the most bland thing she had put in her mouth in a long time. \"Bleh... gross.\" She looked up. \"Any chance you can sneak some of my jerky in here?\"\n\nPenny laughed softly. \"Oh, I wish I could. But the doctors said you have to be on a bland diet while your insides heal up!\" Vivi frowned. The red dragon had really done a number on her. He had shattered her left wrist, which was now in an uncomfortably itchy cast. She needed stitches in her shoulder, which also itched like the devil now that the fur they shaved off was starting to grow back in. She had also apparently had a pretty severe concussion, to the point they were talking about possible brain damage. Thankfully that seemed to mostly have passed. He had also done quite a number on her innards. Nothing had ruptured, but it was pretty close to that, requiring some surgery. There was also the frostbite and hypothermia, though ironically, that had helped to save her life. The doctor had said if she hadn't been nearly frozen, she would never have made it to the operating room alive in the first place.\n\nShe set the tray of bland food to the side, unable to stomach taking another bite. \"How long am I supposed to be in here, anyway? Places like this unsettle me...\"\n\nThe older moose gave her a soft smile. \"Another few weeks, I think. That cute squirrel doctor said that they want to make sure there aren't any more complications from the surgery and the concussion.\" She glanced to the side a little, then leaned forward, her voice taking a conspiratorial tone. \"Speaking of the doctor, you think I might be able to lure him away for a bit of fun?\"\n\nVivi smirked. \"Fat chance. He's gay.\"\n\nThe woman blinked. \"Wha-? Are you sure?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yeah. He mentioned something about his husband the other day.\"\n\nPenny looked a little crestfallen. \"Oh... well that's disappointing.\" Vivi just smiled. Penny liked to play the good wife, but she was probably one of the biggest sluts Vivi knew. Of course Robert knew that about his wife, and seemed fine with it. The two were an odd couple, but it worked for them. \"Oh! Robert wanted me to tell you. He heard back from your father.\"\n\nVivi blinked. \"My pop?\" She had forgotten that the sheriff had even contacted her family.\n\n\"Yes. He said to tell you that you don't have to worry about the lodge. Everything has been taken care of.\" She spoke low. \"The dragon fellow. He's been... uh... well, I'm not sure the details, I'm pretty sure your father was light on them on purpose.\" She nodded. \"Oh, and also not to worry about your shed. That's being repaired as we speak.\" Vivi nodded. The shed had caught on fire, though she barely remembered it. Apparently the billowing smoke is what had alerted the town, and why the sheriff had come to investigate in the first place. Nearly starting a forest fire had saved her life. There was an ironic joke in there somewhere, but she couldn't quite think of it.\n\nPenny continued. \"Uh, let's see... What eles? Oh, right! All of your recording equipment is fine... except for one camera that was pretty badly damaged.\" Vivi nodded. She was pretty sure she remembered the moment her skull had smashed the thing, right as she was being heaved through a wall. \"Also said that the recording itself is intact.\" The moose giggled softly. \"I can't wait for you to upload that one. I'm sure it'll be a lot of fun to see!\"\n\nVivi couldn't help but chuckle. \"I'm sure it will.\" She tilted her head. \"You know, the offer for you and your husband to be the star of one of my videos is still open.\"\n\nPenny let out a low hum, \"I dunno...\" By the way she started to squirm a little, it was obvious the idea was more than a little appealing. \"Ask me again once you're feeling better.\"\n\nThe fox chuckled. \"You better bet I'm going to keep asking. I'll get you two on my table some day.\" The older woman giggled at her, giving her a smile that said how much she wanted it, too. Vivi laid her head back, a wave of fatigue suddenly washing over her. The machine beside her must have just applied another dose of pain killers. \"Mmmph... definitely later, though...\"\n\nA hand gently pat her shoulder. \"We'll talk about it another time. You get some rest, dearie.\" She stood up, hesitating at the door. \"Still think I might try with that doctor... Maybe he's bi?\"\n\nVivi just let out a tired chuckle at the woman. \"Best of luck.\" She closed her eyes again, letting herself drift not quite to sleep, but a pleasant numb rest.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n[center][u][b]Alternate Non-Canon Ending[/b][/u][/center]\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nOften in life, one choice can make a difference. It can cause a ripple effect and change the course a moment would take. That one change, one moment, might completely alter the path of someone's life. Possibly even save it... or end it. In another universe, another timeline, one of two people fighting for their very lives makes one simple choice different. This is the result of that choice.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nZex groaned, stumbling back a step. He looked to make sure the vixen was motionless on the floor after bashing her face against the metal table. There was even a growing pool of blood under her head. Satisfied she was at least unconscious, he turned and making his way outside. Grabbing a handful of snow, he pressed it to his face, wincing at the cold. Though it did still give a little soothing to area she had burnt with the branding iron. He very cautiously touched the edge, only to wince at the stinging pain. That was definitely going to be one hell of a scar. He was lucky it hadn't blinded him entirely, though his right eye seemed a little blurry. Probably just swelling, but something to have a doctor look at later.\n\nHis thoughts were interrupted by a searing pain exploding across his back. With a scream, he stumbled forward, only to fall into the snow. It felt like she had splashed whatever had heated the iron across him. \"Fucking...\" He moved to push himself up, only to cry out as he tried to push with his already wounded arm. Instead, he tried to use his left. But something was wrong, he felt almost no strength in his movements. He did managed to get himself to roll over, though that was a mistake as it put him on his back, making the pain all the worse.\n\nHe looked up to see the woman, her face drooling blood from several cuts, and left eye nearly fully swollen shut. She panted in ragged gasps down at him, her good eye full of murderous fury. He also saw just what she had hit him with. She held a portable cordless circular saw in her hand, and even though it was not powered on, the sawblade itself was still wickedly sharp. When she spoke, her voice was raspy and hoarse. \"I am... [i]not[/i]... fucking... dying today, you jackass!\"\n\nHis eyes went wide as she turned the thing on, the blade suddenly whirring to life right in front of him. Managed to pull himself away as she swung the thing down, hitting snow and not his arm. He ignored the screaming of his muscles as he forced himself to move. He saw the bloody snow where he had thrown the knife earlier... and decided to ignore it. Diving for a knife with a psychotic mad woman standing above him was just asking for his own death.\n\nInstead, he forced himself to roll again, though his back screamed at him again. Though he would have suffered far worse had he not, the whirring blade missing his tail so narrowly he still feared it had cut. He thumped his tail onto the ground, using it to help as he pushed himself up to his feet again, though he felt more than a little unsteady on them. Vivi screamed at him, a feral sound full of so much fury, it would scare demons. She swung the power tool down at him, but he just barely managed to get his hand under hers. Thankfully he used his good hand this time.\n\nEven so, he had to struggle to keep her from shoving the deadly blade into him. He grit his teeth, trying to force her arm up while she shoved down, both leaning weight into the movement. With his back still on fire with pain, he felt like he was losing the struggle to the smaller, half-feral woman. She was so determined, single-mindedly focused on pouring all of her strength into this one fatal attack. But he still had his wits about him... some of them, at least.\n\nWith the risk of losing this struggle, he twisted his arm around, the blade moving closer. But he managed to grip her wrist just barely. He twisted as hard as he could, turning the tool around to face her instead. He leaned in, using all of his weight and shoved. Blood suddenly sprayed against his face as the saw carved into meat and bone. Vivi's screams somehow grew in volume and pitch, something he was not sure they could at this point. The saw met her flesh between her breasts, slicing clear through the bone under. The motion of the saw made it ride up at an angle, carving through her collarbone and slicing up to her shoulder, leaving a bloody path in its wake.\n\nThe vixen lost her grip on the thing as it finally exited beside her neck, the momentum sending the tool into the air, only to thump onto the ground. It sputtered and whirred angrily against the snow, still sending flecks of blood outward in a line. Yet more of that blood was pouring out of Vivi. Zex stepped back, seeing the damage. A massive, gaping gash was opened from between her tits, up to beside her neck. Blood was pouring out of her, soaking her fur and the snow under her. She looked up at him, the fury gone from her eyes, replaced by a disbelieving fear. Then they rolled back as her body crumpled, falling like a dropped puppet.\n\nZex took a deep breath, one he did not know he was holding. The pain in his back, arm, and face seemed to get worse now that everything was over. And yet, he also found himself raging hard, his cock almost achingly demanding. This had been the hardest fight of his life, and he had never been more turned on in his life. Almost on instinct, he dropped to his knees, grabbing the dead vixen's legs and pulling them open to expose her cunt. With nothing resembling a warm up, he just yanked her body back and rammed himself fully into her pussy. He ripped through her, spearing his 13 inches clear into her guts in one solid go.\n\nHe thrust as hard as he could, using her legs to yank her back against him over and over, fucking her corpse like a feral beast. She was already quite a bit colder, due in both to the chill around them, and the heavy blood loss. Her head and shoulders bounced against the ground as he plowed at her, her breasts bouncing about in front of him. The gash in her front still oozed blood, the smell of it filling the air only adding to his furious lust. Even the terrified look on her dead face, stuck in disbelief at her own death, added more. Such a confident opponent, but in the end, she was his meat to rape.\n\nHe did nothing to hold himself back, losing himself in his lust. His raging cock throbbed and ached for release. He let it. With a bellow that echoed around the trees, he blasted a heavy load into her devastated corpse. The shots were so heavy and powerful and deep, that a few even blasted out of the gaping wound between her tits, splashing out onto the snow in bloody spurts. He rammed himself forward with every shot, ripping through more and more of her insides with ever brutal thrust.\n\nHe was not quite sure how long he was cumming, but it felt like both seconds and hours. But when it finally started to ebb, he finally felt sated. For now, at least. His body trembled his strength succumbing to fatigue. Though something was clawing at him senses that he felt he shouldn't ignore. He looked down at the woman, almost expecting to find she was somehow still alive and about to slash his eyes out. But she stared with the same vacant, fearful expression. He looked up, and finally realized what it was.\n\nThe shed was on fire, smoke billowing into the air. \"Ah... fuck...\" He stood up quickly, his cock ripping out of the woman in a bloody spray. Though he nearly fell over at the same time, his legs suddenly jelly. He looked around, spotting another small, metal box-like structure. Vivi's smokehouse. He had seen it on one of her videos when she showed her place off. Sure enough, there was a fire extinguisher beside it. Forcing himself through the screaming pain and fatigue, he dashed over to grab the thing. He was half-way through spraying the foam on the flames before he even questioned why he was bothering. But he continued anyway until it was out. Thankfully he caught the fire before it had completely engulfed the whole building and spread to the trees. That was probably why he bothered. Fleeing in a forest fire would be pretty hard.\n\nDropping the mostly empty extinguisher to the ground, he felt a wave of exhaustion coming over him. He stumbled to the side, his shoulder hitting the edge of the lodge. He blinked, suddenly seeming to remember there was the whole third building even there. [i]That[/i] was the reason he stopped the fire! He needed to see if she had some kind of first aid kit in the place. He stumbled his way over to the door, half-falling through it to the interior. Looking around, it was pretty cozy, and much warmer than the outside. He turned in the direction he hoped was the bathroom, only for his legs to finally give out under him. He hit the floor hard enough that the whole place shook. \"F-fu...uck...\" He tried to crawl forward, but he was well past his limits, and the darkness claimed him quickly.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThe sound of a car door slamming shut jarred him out of his slumber with a start. Zex sat up, only to regret the sudden movement as he was reminded of the pain in his back. Looking down at himself, he was surprised to see bandages covering his body. Very hastily and sloppily applied bandages, all soaked through with his blood. He was also laying on a bed far too small for him, the sheets equally stained with red. A quick glance to the side and he saw an impressively large first aid kit, the vast majority of the contents having been dumped onto the floor. A vague memory of finding the thing and tearing it open came to him. He must have regained consciousness at some point, and managed to at least somewhat tend to his wounds in his delirium. He also noticed the bottle of pain killers laying open, the pills strewn across the floor. He hoped he didn't down too many of those, but since he was awake now, he figured he was safe enough.\n\nA voice outside reminded him of what woke him up. Though he could not make out what was said, it sounded male. He forced himself out of the bed, pulling the covers away and exposing his nakedness to the chill air outside of their protection. He slowly pushed himself to his feet, feeling more than a little unsteady and sluggish. He still managed to make his way to a nearby window, pushing aside the hide curtain to peer outside. \"Shit.\" Sitting outside of the lodge was a jeep of some sort, with what looked like special tires for the snow. Though that wasn't what got his attention the most. It was the very obvious markings of a police vehicle.\n\nHe backed away, looking around for his clothing. It took a few seconds before he realized he hadn't brought them in with him. Another second to realize he didn't even know where they were. He had woken up already naked, and had no idea where Vivian had stashed them. With his luck, she either burned them, or they got burned in the fire. He stumbled his way over to what looked like a small closet, pulling it open, then scowling. Sure it was full of shirts and pants, but it was little surprise that a 5'6\" vixen had nothing that would fit a 7'1\" dragon. He still started rummaging around, hoping she might have kept some souvenir or the like from a previous victim. Even just a spare pelt she hadn't done anything with would do. He might have to just wrap himself up in the bedsheets.\n\n\"Looking for these?\" Zex froze as the voice spoke behind him. He turned slowly to see the man in the doorway, a wad of clothing in his hand. The moose was tall, with his antlers making him almost Zex's height. He also wore a police uniform, with a heavy coat that still had a badge pinned to the breast. The moose tossed the clothes onto the floor, and Zex saw he was also holding a shotgun. The dragon turned fully to him, keeping his hands visible. Though with his right bandaged up as it was, he didn't bother to raise them. \"Going to guess you're the one responsible for the mess outside?\" Zex didn't answer. \"Going by the state you're in, I'm guessing you were her latest catch, but it didn't go so well this time.\"\n\nHe blinked at the man for a moment, then remembered something. In Vivian's interview, she had mentioned that the local sheriff was in on her vicious hobby, and even supported her. He took a shot in the dark that this was that sheriff. \"You knew her?\"\n\nSheriff Robert Rosko nodded. \"Yup. And I know who you are, too, BigBodRed.\"\n\nZex was again caught by surprise. It was one thing to know who the killer that lived nearby was. It was another to know a random killer visiting from another country. \"You're not going to shoot me, then?\"\n\nRobert smirked. \"Not unless you give me good reason to.\" He nodded at the clothing. \"You should probably get those on, though. You're looking a little exposed to be hiking through the woods in this weather.\"\n\nThe dragon nodded, slowly moving to get the clothing tossed inside. He still felt very sluggish, and he winced every so often, the pain in his back flaring up with his movements. \"So, what's the plan...? You going to march me out into the woods and blow my brains out?\"\n\n\"Hadn't planned on it.\" The man shifted his shotgun to hold it in both hands. \"Unless that's what you want me to do. I'd be happy to give you that kind of execution.\"\n\nZex smirked. \"No. I didn't just fight for my life only to give it up that easily.\" He grunted as he pulled his coat on, slowly sliding his injured arm into the sleeve. \"So you're just going to let me walk away?\"\n\nRobert nodded. \"Sure. Last I or anyone in town saw of you was when you decided to go off on your hike. Against advice, I should add.\" He let out a sigh. \"Maybe if you'd listened, you might not have gone the total wrong way, ending up nearly 5 kilometers south of the town where the highway is. Then again, you might also not have found the abandoned sedan near the southern part of the lake, which lucky has a full tank and the keys left under the passenger seat.\"\n\nThe dragon blinked a little, then just smiled. \"Right.\" He took a step forward, but the man didn't move. He cleared his throat. \"Um... I... might need a ride to-\"\n\n\"No.\" Robert's voice was suddenly deadly serious. \"I'm not going to arrest or shoot you, but you still murdered someone I was very fond of. You are going to have to make that trip on your own.\"\n\n\"...ah.\"\n\n\"And if I ever see your red ass in my town again...\" He pumped the shotgun.\n\nZex let out an awkward laugh. \"Point taken. You'll never see me again. In fact, I'll probably never come back to Canada again!\"\n\n\"Good.\" The sheriff stepped out of the way, a very forced smile on his face. \"Have a fun hike.\" The dragon gave him another awkward laugh as he stepped outside and started to walk away. \"And make sure to watch out for bears. And wolves. They're attracted to the smell of blood.\"\n\n\"Of course they are...\" The dragon let out a sigh, but continued on in what he hoped was south. He would look for some branch to use as a cane or something once he was away from the sheriff and his shotgun. For now, he just wanted to be not here.\n\nRobert watched the man walk into the woods. After the red scales vanished behind the trees, he let out a heavy breath. \"Well. That's done.\" He made his way over to the side of the lodge, looking down at Vivi's body. He felt a little sadness, but he had always known that she would end up going out like this. She probably did, too. He crouched down, reaching out to gently close her eyes, not wanting to see the terrified look in them anymore. \"Rest now, wild woman. I'll miss you and your jerky.\" He sighed. \"Shame Penny and I never got to be on your menu. Shoulda taken you up on that offer the first time.\"\n\nHe grunted as he stood back up. He'd have to dispose of her body. Probably leave her near the river for the wild bears to have at. He would have loved to have a go at her, too, but the dragon had gone and ruined her pussy. The thing was bloody and torn, half distended and drooling the dragon's bloody seed. Not something he wanted his own dick mingling with. He pulled his phone out, opening the camera and taking a few pictures. \"I'll let the folks on D-Gen know, too. I'm sure they'll like to see your last moment here.\" Of course, he wasn't going to mention the dragon responsible for it. He could do that himself, provided he survived his escape.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "

Red Woods

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Vivian Rightly took a deep breath, held it for a long moment, then let it out. A small cloud of mist puffed out in front of the fox's face in the cold, crisp air. Of course, Vivi was used to this kind of cold, even enjoyed it. Living in the Canadian wilderness kind of required you to be, at least for a good portion of the year. Snow was still piled and drifted about on the ground, though thankfully not too deep, only a few millimeters in places. Some still stuck to the trees all around her, and despite their name as white fir, they had quite a bit of green to the pale needles.

She had returned to her cabin some weeks ago, now that snowstorm season had mostly passed. It hadn't been too bad this winter. She probably could have stayed out in her converted hunting lodge and done just fine. Though spending time with the sheriff and his wife was always a nice way to spend the winter. Robert and Penny were quite a lovely couple of moose, and Penny could really cook a mean stew. Especially using the various kinds of meat Vivi provided. Of course, the fox still hoped some day she could have both of them in her shed some day, carving the meat off of their bones after a good, hard fuck. She was sure one day they would finally give in to her offer.

The wildlife had also started to come back to the forest. Feral deer and rabbits scurried about, their tracks easy to spot in the powdery snow. There were also other predator tracks, feral wolves and foxes. No bears, though, as they were still hibernating for another few weeks at least. Not that she was particularly worried about any of the wild predators. She was well established as part of this forest, and most of the feral beasts knew better than to approach her home. She was also good at avoiding their hunting grounds, her own hunting grounds closer to the hiking paths. Though she had a keen sense, and was aware when she was being stalked. And right now, she was well aware someone was out here hunting her. She felt a smile spread on her face. She would show them why that was a mistake.

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Zex kept his movements slow, his body low and half-crouched. The 7 foot tall red dragon bodybuilder was not exactly a master of stealth, especially considering the massive, bulky muscles hidden under the thick winter coat. Still, at least being wrapped up in the warm clothing covered most of his bright red scales. He had picked up a set of hunting clothes, in a mottled green and brown pattern, but one with enough white mixed in that he hoped it would work in the snowy woods. He was glad he didn't choose the 'arctic' pattern, at least. There was way too much brown and pine out here for that to work well. He always had this image of Canada being flat and icy, not quite so vibrant and green, even in the dead of winter.

At least he wasn't cold blooded like some lizards. There was no way he'd be able to stand being out here if he was. He had also grown up in Chicago and Alta Ferro, so it wasn't like he hadn't been in the cold before. But he was a city boy through and through, so winter in the woods was something new. He would give it this, though. It made tracking his prey easier. The footprints of the vixen were pretty obvious in the snow, even among the other animal tracks. She was the only one out here on two legs besides him.

He saw her in the distance. She wore a fur coat that she had probably made herself. He wondered if it was just wild animal pelts, or if it had come from one of her previous victims. He paused and crouched again when she stopped, turning her head this way and that, ears twitching atop her head. She was hunting something while he was hunting her. He figured she was tracking whatever was making the small prints he kept seeing near hers. A rabbit maybe? He wasn't really sure. She didn't have any kind of gun or bow or anything on her, at least that he could see. But she was some kind of reclusive savage, so who knows. Maybe she was planning on killing the thing with her teeth. Then again, he was not really one to talk. All the bodybuilder had as far as weapons went was his bulky muscles and a short knife on his belt.

He started moving when she did. He lost sight of her again as she moved around a thick cluster of trees. Not the first time that had happened, but her tracks continued. Then, just on the other side of the trees... they disappeared. He blinked, looking around. He didn't see the tracks starting anywhere else. He didn't see any snowdrifts big enough for her to hide in, either. It was like she had vanished. If he had the experience, he might have see the small marks in the tree beside him where she had climbed up, but they went entirely unnoticed.

Though she had not gone up, but around, using the tree as cover to get behind the big man. He realized far too late as he heard her land behind him. "Shit!" He spun around, but only got half-way before something pressed against his side. His body was suddenly on fire with pain, every nerve set alight as electricity coursed through him. He defined muscles convulsed out of control as his whole body seemed to clench up in a seizure. Even his jaw was clamped shut, his throat not responding enough for him to scream, only let out a strained sound. Thankfully, his brain shut off, removing his consciousness from the overwhelming agony.

Vivi pulled the stun stick away from the man as she saw his eyes roll back. His body fell over with a heavy thud, only slightly muffled in the snow. He still twitched and trembled for a few seconds, his tail thumping a few times against the tree trunk beside him. Though he did grow still quickly enough. She smirked, looking at the little rod in her hand. "Thanks, Sheriff. This really did come in handy." It had been a gift from the man the previous year. She flicked it off and tucked it back into her pocket, then turned her attention back to the dragon at her feet. "Well. Fuck if you aren't a big man." She of course recognized him. A fellow D-Gen poster, and one who had recently been hunting killers like her.

He was also probably the biggest person that had ever been out in her woods. "You're going to be a pain in the ass to drag home." She sighed, reaching down to see about hefting the guy. She was no slouch in the strength department herself, but this was still going to be a task. One she hoped would be worth it, though. So long as he didn't wake up before she got there.

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Zex groaned as consciousness started to return. He was very cold, but also warm at the same time. The dragon found himself completely naked, not all that surprising considering who had caught him. Also not surprising was the metal table he felt against his back, which he knew was actually a table saw. There were also the thick leather straps tight against his arms, legs, and chest to keep him pinned down. The part he was not fully expecting was to hear the woman moaning, or feel her atop him. Though it was not exactly unpleasant, either.

He opened his eyes to see the fox, equally naked, moving against his crotch. He felt her drooling pussy grinding up and down his rock hard shaft. One breast bounced with her movements, the other held in her own grip and squeezed. Her other hand was between her legs, working at her clit as she slid back and forth along the cock. His length was pinned to his own belly under her, almost completely coated by her juices, his tip drooling. She must have been working at him for a while, as he felt like he was already pretty close.

He also saw that she was staring right down at him. Despite her lustful moaning, her gaze was sharp and focused. A big grin spread on her face as she saw him waking up. "Welcome back, big boy! Hope you don't mind I started while you were out. Couldn't help it when I saw this monster." She pressed her hips down against his cock a little more.

He let out a grunt as she didn't slow down for a moment. "Feels like you've been going for a bit with how wet it is. How many times have you cum on this guy already?"

Vivi giggled. "Only twice." She let out another moan. "But with how it keeps throbbing, will be three soon!" She squeezed her breast again, her lower lips sliding along the shaft from balls to tip and back down. "Feels like it's going to pop soon, too. Go on, big boy. Blow a load for me before we start the real fun!"

He grunted, moving his hips to grind against her as best he could. "Pre-game before the show, huh? Or is this going on the video, too?" He grit his teeth a little as she worked harder at him. She was quite insistent.

"Oh, I'm recording already." She giggled, pointing up at where some of the cameras were in the little shack. "Definitely including this part." She gasped softly as a shiver ran through her, more juices running out against his length. "Now stop holding back and cum for me, scales!"

He clenched his jaw harder as she really started sliding against him. "Fuck..." He started to squirm under her, his massive rod pulsing and throbbing between them. He felt his balls tightening, the pressure rising quickly. With a strained grunt, he let lose, blasting his load out as she demanded. Thick spurts of spunk shot out, splashing against his belly and chest, some of the powerful blasts even managing to hit up near his face. The vixen straddling him gasped and moaned louder, fingers working furiously at her clit. She let out a louder gasping cry as she came again, her cunt splashing against his hips, adding more to the juices already coating his cock and scales.

Vivi let out a breath as she leaned forward, breasts dangling close to him. Little trembles ran through her well toned body. "Ah, that's good." She leaned down to lap at some of the seed that had landed on his chest. "Mmm... not bad." She giggled at him as he just let out a grunt. "Aww, don't be upset, red. At least I let you cum first. That's more than I give most people that end up on my table." She swung her leg over, hopping down off of him. "Though I'm more than a little excited to start carving into this gorgeous meat." She pat his thigh, indicating she meant his actual meat. "I so rarely get to play with dragons. It'll be a real treat."

Zex grunted, watching her fluffy tail as she prepared all of her various tools. "Before we start, I have a question." His voice was calm.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. "Okay. Though if it's if I can loosen the restraints, the answer is no."

He smirked. "That's not it. No, I wanted to know if you had cameras outside of this little hut."

She tilted her head a little. "Yeah, I do. Got a few pointed at the area right out side of the shed." She tilted her head to the other side. "Why? Want to make sure I include me struggling to drag your big, bulky ass in here?"

He shook his head. "No, I just want to make sure they catch all the action."

Now she was confused. "All of what ac-" Her words caught in her throat as she watched the already bulging muscles suddenly flex even more. With a loud, straining grunt, the man suddenly wrenched his arm upwards, not tearing the leather bindings, but actually ripping the metal it was attached to. Her momentary shock wore off as he continued pulling the straps away. "Oh... FUCK!"

True to her word, she did have cameras outside of the shed. Two of them, both situated on the top corners of the converted lodge. She could move them around using the computer they were hooked up to, but normally just left them pointed in front of the shed. As they were connected to the rest of the system, they were recording while the ones inside were. Which was good, as they caught the moment Vivi's body was sent crashing through the wall of her shed amid a shower of splinters and shattered wooden planks. She sailed through the air for a second before hitting the snowy ground and tumbling among the debris.

Zex stepped out after her, rolling his shoulders a little. "Thought it would hold up better, sorry." He had thrown the woman into the wall, fully expecting her to just bounce off. "Though I guess it won't matter once I'M done having fun."

Vivi groaned, pushing herself up. A few cuts already bled on her arms where the planks had scratched at her, but it was nothing bad. "I really need to look into a better way to keep you muscle bros still..."

"You won't have to worry about that after today." He clenched his fists, raising them up as he got closer. As he expected, the woman wasn't nearly as badly hurt as she made herself appear. The moment he was close enough, she darted at him, swinging one of the larger planks of wood at him. He turned his shoulder into it, the wood shattering into splinters as it struck his scaled bicep. He countered with a blow of his own, turning to throw his left fist out. It caught the woman's jaw in an uppercut, fully lifting her off of her feet and sending her sprawling back into the snow.

Vivi groaned, her jaw aching... and her teeth. It felt like that punch had slammed her mouth closed so hard, she wondered if she just chipped her teeth. She started to push herself up, only to have all the air knocked fully from her lungs as his foot stomped down against her belly hard. Pain exploded through her body as she gripped at her stomach, curling up and rolling to the side. She managed a cough, then gasped to fill her lungs once again, only to cough more. "F-fuck..." She slowly rolled onto her belly, getting shaky hands under her.

His foot came up under her to slam into her belly again, sending her tumbling over once more. Zex frowned as he watched her groaning in pain, blood splashing out of her mouth onto the snow as she started coughing this time. He crouched down near her, reaching out to grip her hair and lift her head up. "You know, I expected you to be a lot better than this."

She actually managed to let out a breathless chuckle. "Well... sorry." She winced as he started to lift her up by her hair, dragging her up to her knees, then further to her feet.

Zex continued to frown as she struggled. "Sorry, huh? Well, that's not going to b-" His words ended in a pained grunt as it was her turn to hit him. Her foot connected squarely between his legs, smashing against his exposed and dangling balls. He dropped the woman as he grabbed his crotch, stumbling a step to the side. "FUCK! Why... always the fucking nuts!?" First the koala, now this bitch. He needed to start wearing a protective cup or something.

His anger rising, he turned in time to see the fox running. Not at him, but... away? Though she wasn't moving all that fast, still clutching at her stomach and limping slightly. "The fuck do you think you're going!?" He followed, though he had expect her to try and run out to the woods and lose him. Instead, she climbed through the hole in the wall she had been forced to make a few minutes earlier. That was probably bad.

He charged into the shed after her, expecting she was grabbing a gun or something she had hidden. Instead, he cried out as she spun, slashing at his chest with a serrated blade. He stumbled back a step as he felt his chest sting something fierce. Looking down, he pulled a hand away from the spot he didn't know he had moved. He saw blood on his palm. She had cut him pretty good, a large gash oozing more onto his scales, from just below his right shoulder all the way down to his left side. It wasn't deep enough to be life threatening, but it certainly proved how sharp the knife was to cut through his scales so easily.

Vivi held the knife out in both hands, panting heavily. "I'm... not done yet... ya big brute!" She was panting quite hard, her insides still aching, but her adrenaline was letting her ignore most of it for now.

The dragon gave her a wicked, sadistic grin. The same kind she had given so many morsels in the past. "Good!" He moved with surprising speed for someone his size, lashing his hand out at her. Not to strike, but to grab. He managed to get a grip on her wrist, trying to pull the knife away from her. She refused to let go, so he started to twist. The place was filled with her screams of pain, then the sound of cracking as he broke her left wrist. The knife clattered to the floor a moment before she was forced to her knees.

He laughed, still holding onto her broken arm. "I love breaking you spunky cunts. And I'm going to enjoy breaking your cunt, too!" He twisted her wrist a little more, making her scream in pain again. Then it was his turn to shriek in pain as she grabbed the knife with her other hand and drove it up into his forearm. The blade slipped right between the bones, poking out the other side amid a river of his own blood. He let her go, recoiling away. His hand trembled from the pain. With grit teeth, he grabbed the handle and ripped the blade free. "FUCK!" He chucked the knife away, sending it flying through the massive hole in the wall to land somewhere in the snow. He gripped his forearm tight, flexing his fingers. They trembled and shook, mostly responding, but he could tell there was very little strength in his right hand anymore.

Rage fully filled him now. He looked up to glare at the fox, expecting to find her either curled on the floor in pain or trying to get away. Instead, he saw something orange coming right at his face. It wasn't her fur, but something circular and metal. He realized too late what it was, unable to move out of the way as the heated branding iron she used to cauterize wounds was pressed right against the side of his face, missing his eye by less than an inch. He let out a shriek of agony as the burning metal charred his scales and searing the flesh under them.

On instinct, he swung his wounded arm out, backhanding the woman and sending more pain through his arm. Though it was nothing compared to the burn on his face. Thankfully, he caught her with the instinctive blow, sending her crashing somewhat to the side. She fell against the metal table he had been strapped to, the iron sent clattering somewhere else. He reached out with his good hand and grabbed her head, quickly lifting it, only to smash her face against the metal table. She let out a loud grunt, leaving a splatter of blood on the surface as she bounced off and crumpled to the floor.

Zex groaned, stumbling back a step. He looked to make sure she was motionless on the floor. There was even a growing pool of blood under her head. Satisfied she was at least unconscious, he turned and making his way outside. Grabbing a handful of snow, he pressed it to his face, wincing at the cold. Though it did still give a little soothing to the burnt area. He very cautiously touched the edge, only to wince at the stinging pain. That was definitely going to be one hell of a scar. He was lucky it hadn't blinded him entirely, though his right eye seemed a little blurry. Probably just swelling, but something to have a doctor look at later.

His thoughts were interrupted by a searing pain exploding across his back. With a scream, he stumbled forward, only to fall into the snow. It felt like she had splashed whatever had heated the iron across him. "Fucking..." He moved to push himself up, only to cry out as he tried to push with his already wounded arm. Instead, he tried to use his left. But something was wrong, he felt almost no strength in his movements. He did managed to get himself to roll over, though that was a mistake as it put him on his back, making the pain all the worse.

He looked up to see the woman, her face drooling blood from several cuts, and left eye nearly fully swollen shut. She panted in ragged gasps down at him, her good eye full of murderous fury. He also saw just what she had hit him with. She held a portable cordless circular saw in her hand, and even though it was not powered on, the sawblade itself was still wickedly sharp. When she spoke, her voice was raspy and hoarse. "I am... not... fucking... dying today, you jackass!"

His eyes went wide as she turned the thing on, the blade suddenly whirring to life right in front of him. Managed to pull himself away as she swung the thing down, hitting snow and not his arm. He ignored the screaming of his muscles as he forced himself to move. He saw the bloody snow where he had thrown the knife earlier and dove for that, only to scream as she managed to catch his tail with her next cut, slicing deep into the meaty appendage near the middle.

Vivi nearly fell over as she pulled the now bloody tool through his tail, leaving a massive, bloody slash through the thing. She followed as he half-crawled, have dove forward. She did not register he was reaching for something, her foggy mind only able to focus on one thing, and that was killing the killer before he did the same to her. She slashed down again, missing his leg and again nearly toppling into the snow. Everything hurt so much she barely felt anything. The numbing cold only helped so much, but added its own issue. She couldn't feel her feet anymore, or her legs for that matter. Her left arm was still shaking, hanging limp at her side, while she swung the blade using only her right. Her fingers were so cold, it was lucky she could even grip the handle.

Zex was only doing slightly better, but his fingers also felt numb. Yet he was able to get them around the handle of the knife. He got a firm grip and rolled over onto his back again, just in time to see her lunging at him, screaming bloody murder the whole time. He shoved his hand out, feeling the blade catch as it struck her. Then he screamed as the worst pain yet hit, the saw carving into his arm just above his elbow. At first, he thought she had fallen forward, but then he saw she was leaning down, using her own weight to press the thing against him. He lost the grip on the knife, seeing he had only managed to plant it in her shoulder.

Then his arm was gone. The saw carved right through the thick muscle, and even through the bone. He realized the screaming was his own as he stared at what was left of his limb, blood pouring out of the stump, staining the snow around him as red as his scales. Though she was also screaming. Not in pain from the stab, but down at him. He looked up, eyes wide with shock. Then the saw planted right between them. His whole body started to thrash as she used her weight to shove down, jamming the murderous power tool into the man's forehead and carving through the bone. She continued to scream at him, fueled entirely by her anger, even as his blood sprayed against her face.

She never quite registered when he died. At some point, she just realized that she was screaming at a corpse. His head was split between the eyes, a massive gash carved through his skull, splitting it and the brain within. His body had grown still under her, though she didn't know when. Having a look down, she saw he had also blasted a load onto the snow at some point, but his massive cock was already deflating. She finally turned the saw off, only for it to fall out of her grip to the bloody snow.

She gasped heavily, staring down at the brutalized corpse. "Fuck... you..." With almost no strength, she stood back up, her fur matted with blood, only some of it her own. She could feel heat on her back, and for a fleeting moment of panic, worried he had cut into her. Then she heard the crackling and smelled the smoke. Shakily, she turned, seeing the fire starting to consume the shed. She was so far past the point of exhaustion and fatigue, she barely registered that it was fire she stared at. The branding iron, so carelessly tossed away, had set the wooden shed ablaze.

That was the last thing she remembered before the darkness claimed her. She fell forward into the snow beside him, blood still seeping from her own wounds.

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She had some very unusual dreams. She was strapped to a circular saw like it was a stage show wheel, the red dragon throwing more blades at her like some magic show. Most of them missed, until one hit her in the belly, cutting her cleanly in half. Though it wasn't blood or guts that came out, but confetti. The crowd was made up of multiples of her father, the local sheriff and his wife, and some green squirrel she didn't even know the name of. They all cheered as more confetti burst from her arm this time. It didn't hurt, either.

Looking down at herself, she realized she was cumming, but didn't feel it. Yet it wasn't juices flowing out of her quivering nethers, but snow. It just kept flowing out of her, quickly piling up and covering her entirely. Then she was lost in the cold, surrounded only by white. She screamed, but there was no sound. She was lost under the snow, suffocating. But it wasn't completely silent. There was an annoying beep, like someone had set a bomb next to her head, and it was counting down to the moment it would blow her brains into mush.

The boom never happened. But the beeping continued. It was some time before she recognized it wasn't a countdown. It was a heart monitor. She also wasn't covered in snow, but surprisingly uncomfortable bed sheets. Her mouth was dry and her head felt like it was at once filled with lead and helium. She managed to force her eyes open, her vision fuzzy. She was staring at... some kind of ugly ceiling. The bed was almost as uncomfortable as the sheets laid atop her. She tried to move, but only got as far as the attempt before giving up. Nothing felt quite right, like she was in someone else's body and didn't know how to pilot it yet.

"Hey! You're awake." She blinked several times before the meaning of the words registered. It was a few more seconds before the recognition of the voice hit. She managed to get her head to turn and look at the moose beside her, a look of relief on the older man's face. "Was worried you wouldn't." He let out an awkward chuckle.

Another moose moved up beside him, a woman this time. "He wouldn't leave your side the whole time. I'm almost jealous." She chuckled. The names finally clicked into place. Sheriff Robert Rosko, and his wife, Maria... though everyone just called her Penny for some reason. They were friends from the town nearby her home. Maybe more than friends. Cohorts? They knew what she did, even enjoyed the smoked meat she made from her kills, and helped to keep it all covered up. She was more than a little surprised to see them... or anything for that matter.

She tried to speak, but something wouldn't let her. A hand rested on her shoulder as gently as possible. It still sent a shiver of pain through her, making the Robert flinch his hand away. "Ah... don't talk. Or move. You were pretty banged up. They had to put a tube down your throat. You've... been in a coma for almost two weeks."

Vivi just blinked at him, still not quite fully comprehending what he was saying. Coma? If she was asleep for almost two weeks, why did she still feel so tired? The look of confusion must have been on her face as Penny smiled down at her. "Get some rest. We'll tell you all about it once you're feeling a little better." The fox just closed her eyes, not arguing that suggestions for a second. She was asleep almost before her eyes were finished closing.

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Vivi winced. Not because of the pain still in her shoulder, but because of how awful the food tasted. It was the most bland thing she had put in her mouth in a long time. "Bleh... gross." She looked up. "Any chance you can sneak some of my jerky in here?"

Penny laughed softly. "Oh, I wish I could. But the doctors said you have to be on a bland diet while your insides heal up!" Vivi frowned. The red dragon had really done a number on her. He had shattered her left wrist, which was now in an uncomfortably itchy cast. She needed stitches in her shoulder, which also itched like the devil now that the fur they shaved off was starting to grow back in. She had also apparently had a pretty severe concussion, to the point they were talking about possible brain damage. Thankfully that seemed to mostly have passed. He had also done quite a number on her innards. Nothing had ruptured, but it was pretty close to that, requiring some surgery. There was also the frostbite and hypothermia, though ironically, that had helped to save her life. The doctor had said if she hadn't been nearly frozen, she would never have made it to the operating room alive in the first place.

She set the tray of bland food to the side, unable to stomach taking another bite. "How long am I supposed to be in here, anyway? Places like this unsettle me..."

The older moose gave her a soft smile. "Another few weeks, I think. That cute squirrel doctor said that they want to make sure there aren't any more complications from the surgery and the concussion." She glanced to the side a little, then leaned forward, her voice taking a conspiratorial tone. "Speaking of the doctor, you think I might be able to lure him away for a bit of fun?"

Vivi smirked. "Fat chance. He's gay."

The woman blinked. "Wha-? Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Yeah. He mentioned something about his husband the other day."

Penny looked a little crestfallen. "Oh... well that's disappointing." Vivi just smiled. Penny liked to play the good wife, but she was probably one of the biggest sluts Vivi knew. Of course Robert knew that about his wife, and seemed fine with it. The two were an odd couple, but it worked for them. "Oh! Robert wanted me to tell you. He heard back from your father."

Vivi blinked. "My pop?" She had forgotten that the sheriff had even contacted her family.

"Yes. He said to tell you that you don't have to worry about the lodge. Everything has been taken care of." She spoke low. "The dragon fellow. He's been... uh... well, I'm not sure the details, I'm pretty sure your father was light on them on purpose." She nodded. "Oh, and also not to worry about your shed. That's being repaired as we speak." Vivi nodded. The shed had caught on fire, though she barely remembered it. Apparently the billowing smoke is what had alerted the town, and why the sheriff had come to investigate in the first place. Nearly starting a forest fire had saved her life. There was an ironic joke in there somewhere, but she couldn't quite think of it.

Penny continued. "Uh, let's see... What eles? Oh, right! All of your recording equipment is fine... except for one camera that was pretty badly damaged." Vivi nodded. She was pretty sure she remembered the moment her skull had smashed the thing, right as she was being heaved through a wall. "Also said that the recording itself is intact." The moose giggled softly. "I can't wait for you to upload that one. I'm sure it'll be a lot of fun to see!"

Vivi couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm sure it will." She tilted her head. "You know, the offer for you and your husband to be the star of one of my videos is still open."

Penny let out a low hum, "I dunno..." By the way she started to squirm a little, it was obvious the idea was more than a little appealing. "Ask me again once you're feeling better."

The fox chuckled. "You better bet I'm going to keep asking. I'll get you two on my table some day." The older woman giggled at her, giving her a smile that said how much she wanted it, too. Vivi laid her head back, a wave of fatigue suddenly washing over her. The machine beside her must have just applied another dose of pain killers. "Mmmph... definitely later, though..."

A hand gently pat her shoulder. "We'll talk about it another time. You get some rest, dearie." She stood up, hesitating at the door. "Still think I might try with that doctor... Maybe he's bi?"

Vivi just let out a tired chuckle at the woman. "Best of luck." She closed her eyes again, letting herself drift not quite to sleep, but a pleasant numb rest.

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Alternate Non-Canon Ending

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Often in life, one choice can make a difference. It can cause a ripple effect and change the course a moment would take. That one change, one moment, might completely alter the path of someone's life. Possibly even save it... or end it. In another universe, another timeline, one of two people fighting for their very lives makes one simple choice different. This is the result of that choice.

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Zex groaned, stumbling back a step. He looked to make sure the vixen was motionless on the floor after bashing her face against the metal table. There was even a growing pool of blood under her head. Satisfied she was at least unconscious, he turned and making his way outside. Grabbing a handful of snow, he pressed it to his face, wincing at the cold. Though it did still give a little soothing to area she had burnt with the branding iron. He very cautiously touched the edge, only to wince at the stinging pain. That was definitely going to be one hell of a scar. He was lucky it hadn't blinded him entirely, though his right eye seemed a little blurry. Probably just swelling, but something to have a doctor look at later.

His thoughts were interrupted by a searing pain exploding across his back. With a scream, he stumbled forward, only to fall into the snow. It felt like she had splashed whatever had heated the iron across him. "Fucking..." He moved to push himself up, only to cry out as he tried to push with his already wounded arm. Instead, he tried to use his left. But something was wrong, he felt almost no strength in his movements. He did managed to get himself to roll over, though that was a mistake as it put him on his back, making the pain all the worse.

He looked up to see the woman, her face drooling blood from several cuts, and left eye nearly fully swollen shut. She panted in ragged gasps down at him, her good eye full of murderous fury. He also saw just what she had hit him with. She held a portable cordless circular saw in her hand, and even though it was not powered on, the sawblade itself was still wickedly sharp. When she spoke, her voice was raspy and hoarse. "I am... not... fucking... dying today, you jackass!"

His eyes went wide as she turned the thing on, the blade suddenly whirring to life right in front of him. Managed to pull himself away as she swung the thing down, hitting snow and not his arm. He ignored the screaming of his muscles as he forced himself to move. He saw the bloody snow where he had thrown the knife earlier... and decided to ignore it. Diving for a knife with a psychotic mad woman standing above him was just asking for his own death.

Instead, he forced himself to roll again, though his back screamed at him again. Though he would have suffered far worse had he not, the whirring blade missing his tail so narrowly he still feared it had cut. He thumped his tail onto the ground, using it to help as he pushed himself up to his feet again, though he felt more than a little unsteady on them. Vivi screamed at him, a feral sound full of so much fury, it would scare demons. She swung the power tool down at him, but he just barely managed to get his hand under hers. Thankfully he used his good hand this time.

Even so, he had to struggle to keep her from shoving the deadly blade into him. He grit his teeth, trying to force her arm up while she shoved down, both leaning weight into the movement. With his back still on fire with pain, he felt like he was losing the struggle to the smaller, half-feral woman. She was so determined, single-mindedly focused on pouring all of her strength into this one fatal attack. But he still had his wits about him... some of them, at least.

With the risk of losing this struggle, he twisted his arm around, the blade moving closer. But he managed to grip her wrist just barely. He twisted as hard as he could, turning the tool around to face her instead. He leaned in, using all of his weight and shoved. Blood suddenly sprayed against his face as the saw carved into meat and bone. Vivi's screams somehow grew in volume and pitch, something he was not sure they could at this point. The saw met her flesh between her breasts, slicing clear through the bone under. The motion of the saw made it ride up at an angle, carving through her collarbone and slicing up to her shoulder, leaving a bloody path in its wake.

The vixen lost her grip on the thing as it finally exited beside her neck, the momentum sending the tool into the air, only to thump onto the ground. It sputtered and whirred angrily against the snow, still sending flecks of blood outward in a line. Yet more of that blood was pouring out of Vivi. Zex stepped back, seeing the damage. A massive, gaping gash was opened from between her tits, up to beside her neck. Blood was pouring out of her, soaking her fur and the snow under her. She looked up at him, the fury gone from her eyes, replaced by a disbelieving fear. Then they rolled back as her body crumpled, falling like a dropped puppet.

Zex took a deep breath, one he did not know he was holding. The pain in his back, arm, and face seemed to get worse now that everything was over. And yet, he also found himself raging hard, his cock almost achingly demanding. This had been the hardest fight of his life, and he had never been more turned on in his life. Almost on instinct, he dropped to his knees, grabbing the dead vixen's legs and pulling them open to expose her cunt. With nothing resembling a warm up, he just yanked her body back and rammed himself fully into her pussy. He ripped through her, spearing his 13 inches clear into her guts in one solid go.

He thrust as hard as he could, using her legs to yank her back against him over and over, fucking her corpse like a feral beast. She was already quite a bit colder, due in both to the chill around them, and the heavy blood loss. Her head and shoulders bounced against the ground as he plowed at her, her breasts bouncing about in front of him. The gash in her front still oozed blood, the smell of it filling the air only adding to his furious lust. Even the terrified look on her dead face, stuck in disbelief at her own death, added more. Such a confident opponent, but in the end, she was his meat to rape.

He did nothing to hold himself back, losing himself in his lust. His raging cock throbbed and ached for release. He let it. With a bellow that echoed around the trees, he blasted a heavy load into her devastated corpse. The shots were so heavy and powerful and deep, that a few even blasted out of the gaping wound between her tits, splashing out onto the snow in bloody spurts. He rammed himself forward with every shot, ripping through more and more of her insides with ever brutal thrust.

He was not quite sure how long he was cumming, but it felt like both seconds and hours. But when it finally started to ebb, he finally felt sated. For now, at least. His body trembled his strength succumbing to fatigue. Though something was clawing at him senses that he felt he shouldn't ignore. He looked down at the woman, almost expecting to find she was somehow still alive and about to slash his eyes out. But she stared with the same vacant, fearful expression. He looked up, and finally realized what it was.

The shed was on fire, smoke billowing into the air. "Ah... fuck..." He stood up quickly, his cock ripping out of the woman in a bloody spray. Though he nearly fell over at the same time, his legs suddenly jelly. He looked around, spotting another small, metal box-like structure. Vivi's smokehouse. He had seen it on one of her videos when she showed her place off. Sure enough, there was a fire extinguisher beside it. Forcing himself through the screaming pain and fatigue, he dashed over to grab the thing. He was half-way through spraying the foam on the flames before he even questioned why he was bothering. But he continued anyway until it was out. Thankfully he caught the fire before it had completely engulfed the whole building and spread to the trees. That was probably why he bothered. Fleeing in a forest fire would be pretty hard.

Dropping the mostly empty extinguisher to the ground, he felt a wave of exhaustion coming over him. He stumbled to the side, his shoulder hitting the edge of the lodge. He blinked, suddenly seeming to remember there was the whole third building even there. That was the reason he stopped the fire! He needed to see if she had some kind of first aid kit in the place. He stumbled his way over to the door, half-falling through it to the interior. Looking around, it was pretty cozy, and much warmer than the outside. He turned in the direction he hoped was the bathroom, only for his legs to finally give out under him. He hit the floor hard enough that the whole place shook. "F-fu...uck..." He tried to crawl forward, but he was well past his limits, and the darkness claimed him quickly.

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The sound of a car door slamming shut jarred him out of his slumber with a start. Zex sat up, only to regret the sudden movement as he was reminded of the pain in his back. Looking down at himself, he was surprised to see bandages covering his body. Very hastily and sloppily applied bandages, all soaked through with his blood. He was also laying on a bed far too small for him, the sheets equally stained with red. A quick glance to the side and he saw an impressively large first aid kit, the vast majority of the contents having been dumped onto the floor. A vague memory of finding the thing and tearing it open came to him. He must have regained consciousness at some point, and managed to at least somewhat tend to his wounds in his delirium. He also noticed the bottle of pain killers laying open, the pills strewn across the floor. He hoped he didn't down too many of those, but since he was awake now, he figured he was safe enough.

A voice outside reminded him of what woke him up. Though he could not make out what was said, it sounded male. He forced himself out of the bed, pulling the covers away and exposing his nakedness to the chill air outside of their protection. He slowly pushed himself to his feet, feeling more than a little unsteady and sluggish. He still managed to make his way to a nearby window, pushing aside the hide curtain to peer outside. "Shit." Sitting outside of the lodge was a jeep of some sort, with what looked like special tires for the snow. Though that wasn't what got his attention the most. It was the very obvious markings of a police vehicle.

He backed away, looking around for his clothing. It took a few seconds before he realized he hadn't brought them in with him. Another second to realize he didn't even know where they were. He had woken up already naked, and had no idea where Vivian had stashed them. With his luck, she either burned them, or they got burned in the fire. He stumbled his way over to what looked like a small closet, pulling it open, then scowling. Sure it was full of shirts and pants, but it was little surprise that a 5'6" vixen had nothing that would fit a 7'1" dragon. He still started rummaging around, hoping she might have kept some souvenir or the like from a previous victim. Even just a spare pelt she hadn't done anything with would do. He might have to just wrap himself up in the bedsheets.

"Looking for these?" Zex froze as the voice spoke behind him. He turned slowly to see the man in the doorway, a wad of clothing in his hand. The moose was tall, with his antlers making him almost Zex's height. He also wore a police uniform, with a heavy coat that still had a badge pinned to the breast. The moose tossed the clothes onto the floor, and Zex saw he was also holding a shotgun. The dragon turned fully to him, keeping his hands visible. Though with his right bandaged up as it was, he didn't bother to raise them. "Going to guess you're the one responsible for the mess outside?" Zex didn't answer. "Going by the state you're in, I'm guessing you were her latest catch, but it didn't go so well this time."

He blinked at the man for a moment, then remembered something. In Vivian's interview, she had mentioned that the local sheriff was in on her vicious hobby, and even supported her. He took a shot in the dark that this was that sheriff. "You knew her?"

Sheriff Robert Rosko nodded. "Yup. And I know who you are, too, BigBodRed."

Zex was again caught by surprise. It was one thing to know who the killer that lived nearby was. It was another to know a random killer visiting from another country. "You're not going to shoot me, then?"

Robert smirked. "Not unless you give me good reason to." He nodded at the clothing. "You should probably get those on, though. You're looking a little exposed to be hiking through the woods in this weather."

The dragon nodded, slowly moving to get the clothing tossed inside. He still felt very sluggish, and he winced every so often, the pain in his back flaring up with his movements. "So, what's the plan...? You going to march me out into the woods and blow my brains out?"

"Hadn't planned on it." The man shifted his shotgun to hold it in both hands. "Unless that's what you want me to do. I'd be happy to give you that kind of execution."

Zex smirked. "No. I didn't just fight for my life only to give it up that easily." He grunted as he pulled his coat on, slowly sliding his injured arm into the sleeve. "So you're just going to let me walk away?"

Robert nodded. "Sure. Last I or anyone in town saw of you was when you decided to go off on your hike. Against advice, I should add." He let out a sigh. "Maybe if you'd listened, you might not have gone the total wrong way, ending up nearly 5 kilometers south of the town where the highway is. Then again, you might also not have found the abandoned sedan near the southern part of the lake, which lucky has a full tank and the keys left under the passenger seat."

The dragon blinked a little, then just smiled. "Right." He took a step forward, but the man didn't move. He cleared his throat. "Um... I... might need a ride to-"

"No." Robert's voice was suddenly deadly serious. "I'm not going to arrest or shoot you, but you still murdered someone I was very fond of. You are going to have to make that trip on your own."

"...ah."

"And if I ever see your red ass in my town again..." He pumped the shotgun.

Zex let out an awkward laugh. "Point taken. You'll never see me again. In fact, I'll probably never come back to Canada again!"

"Good." The sheriff stepped out of the way, a very forced smile on his face. "Have a fun hike." The dragon gave him another awkward laugh as he stepped outside and started to walk away. "And make sure to watch out for bears. And wolves. They're attracted to the smell of blood."

"Of course they are..." The dragon let out a sigh, but continued on in what he hoped was south. He would look for some branch to use as a cane or something once he was away from the sheriff and his shotgun. For now, he just wanted to be not here.

Robert watched the man walk into the woods. After the red scales vanished behind the trees, he let out a heavy breath. "Well. That's done." He made his way over to the side of the lodge, looking down at Vivi's body. He felt a little sadness, but he had always known that she would end up going out like this. She probably did, too. He crouched down, reaching out to gently close her eyes, not wanting to see the terrified look in them anymore. "Rest now, wild woman. I'll miss you and your jerky." He sighed. "Shame Penny and I never got to be on your menu. Shoulda taken you up on that offer the first time."

He grunted as he stood back up. He'd have to dispose of her body. Probably leave her near the river for the wild bears to have at. He would have loved to have a go at her, too, but the dragon had gone and ruined her pussy. The thing was bloody and torn, half distended and drooling the dragon's bloody seed. Not something he wanted his own dick mingling with. He pulled his phone out, opening the camera and taking a few pictures. "I'll let the folks on D-Gen know, too. I'm sure they'll like to see your last moment here." Of course, he wasn't going to mention the dragon responsible for it. He could do that himself, provided he survived his escape.

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