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"HEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAH!"

 

A bearded man finished punching the air atop a large peak. From his vantage point he could survey his entire county. He took a deep breath, said his prayers to the kung-fu gods, and began his trek back to his home in the woods. At the edge of the forest he heard a curious sound, a soft cry, emanating from somewhere near where the crick ran through. He wandered over and discovered a wolf pup that had an injured leg and was left abandoned. Fearing that the pup would not make it on its own, he carried it with him back to his log cabin.

 

Soon after getting inside and laying the pup on a pillow, the man took off his jacket and shirt. Lifting the wolf pup to his bosom, he stimulated the cur's mouth until it latched. The pup suckled for almost ten minutes, and by the time it let go, its leg was fully healed. It let out a gentle "yip!" and danced around happily. The man smiled at it and let it go out the door to join its brethren.

 

When he turned around, there was an entity blocking the way to his bedroom. Eight feet tall, a pale ghostly blue, and surprising amounts of fur everywhere but the head. "I AM 0X, SPIRIT PATRON OF THE WOLVES. YOU HAVE HEALED MY KIN, YOU MAY HAVE ANY REWARD. WHAT IS YOUR NAME, MORTAL?"

 

"O-Oxus, spirit patron. I would like to request one fuck. Every woman I've laid with has exploded from my sheer manly power and kung-fu prowess. It's gotten so messy and agonizing I moved out to the forest to live out my days as a kung-fu hermit."

 

"YOU WISH IS MY DEMAND, LET ME ASSUME MY PROPER FORM." 0X shimmered and abruptly turned into a clearly gay man wearing a blue dog fursuit. "Leths do thisth!"

 

Oxus dutifully stripped his clothing, tearing away his lambskin underwear and flexed. He could tell the spirit patron was impressed. He probed the fursuit for the lyrahole and forcefully entered, ramming away. It was all the spirit patron 0X could do to hold his form as thrust after powerful thrust threatened to rip his very essence away from existence. 1 cummie 2 cummie 3 cummie 4. Shot after shot ripped through 0X like a handgun was being held to his anus. He collapsed on the ground, literally smoking, before fading from view.

 

A single tear ran down Oxus's face. He had finally been satisfied.