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Hey guys!
New commission! This one’s brought to you by Kaz! Not much to comment on with this one, though I have no idea how I’ll categorize this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
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Content warnings: Large penis, dog-girl
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Chapter 1: Visiting Hours
The desert sun beat down on Emily’s skin as she jogged, panting heavily. The heat was uncompromising. The packed, dry earth underfoot had been baking in the sun all day, and it radiated heat, hot enough that she almost thought her running shoes would melt mid-strike, like some sort of cruel, cartoonish prank by an angry artist. She had to squint her hazel eyes constantly beneath the bill of her baseball cap, trying to filter out the glaring brightness of the sands that surrounded the compound in all directions, just beyond the chain link and barbed wire fence. Every breeze that came across the sands felt like the blast of heat from an open oven, and carried with it stinging, gritty sand that stuck to her sweaty, bronze-tanned skin, joining the sand that she could never quite completely rid herself of. And yet, she was smiling.
Her unstoppable grin seemed at odds with her surroundings. A barbed wire fence. Rigid rows of grubby trailers. Piles and piles of crates everywhere. Blocky, armored vehicles parked in crude parking lots. Even the more ‘permanent’ structures were simplistic, square, and haphazardly assembled. It was a bizarre place to live. Everything was crude, blunt, and unrefined, from the housing to the tools to the people themselves. Nothing ever worked quite the way it was supposed to, and half the time, the right tools were hundreds of miles away, so everything seemed to have some kind of makeshift patch or improvised fix on it somewhere. Everyone worked soul-crushing hours, doing insanely dangerous and stressful work, and all they had to show for it at the end of the day was leftover rations and cramped quarters with no air conditioning.
Emily was dressed lightly, which was pretty much a requirement in this place. A lightweight white tank top hung off her narrow, rounded shoulders, already turning transparent with sweat, more clearly revealing the gray sports bra that it barely concealed in the first place. The tight sports bra hugged a pair of perky, shapely breasts the size of ripe peaches, 30Cs, holding them in place as she jogged with a bounding stride. Each bounce made the top waft up a little, revealing her tiny waist and exposing just the barest hint of her tight little abs. Her hips didn’t quite seem to fit the rest of her narrow frame, they might have looked a tad generous on a normal girl, but on her, they were incredible. She wore a pair of tight desert camo print running shorts, which clung to the twin globes of her thick, perfectly round bubble butt, the smooth flesh jiggling as she ran in a way that practically begged for a sharp spank. She had a cute, round face, with smooth skin, a little button nose, and a wide, cheerful grin that never seemed to go away altogether. Taken all together, she was a petite little thing, with a slender frame that only stood a little taller than 5’1” with shoes on, all of which helped make her look younger than she really was.
Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail that floated behind her as she jogged, the majority of it a warm honey-brown, but for a thick band of black hair that emerged from under her baseball cap to give the tail a distinct stripe. The ponytail ended at the bottom of her shoulder blades, but that same color pattern was mirrored a bit further down, in the tail emerging from just beneath the waistband of her shorts, at the base of her spine. It was about a foot and a half long, and as she ran it swayed side to side for balance, a slow wag. It was covered in thick, mid-length stiff fur, black on top and honey-brown on the bottom. From out of her hair emerged her ears, a pair of stiff triangular cones that shifted this way and that to follow sounds, poking up through specially-cut holes in her cap.
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