supermoosebrain12897's Grey Fox was named By Gypsi herself as she's always toying with him or abusing him.... though she doesn't mean to be soo rough. It's just that she's a hellish She-Beast of a rather Ditz-casual doggo and he's just your average ordinary grey fox that love's to keep his muzzle buried in her butt, never mind the fact that if she sneezed, even hickupped or coughed and her tailhole would pinch his head right off and she Obliges him just as simply without a second thought.
When the front-end is occupied the back-end is Blind and deadly dangerous.
She's killed him in many a varied way.
From training "water sports" and Melting himself with molten hot liquid sulfur, trying to make puppies and having his Brod and Knotty Crotch rocket crushed and dissolved by her clamping-happy-lady-muscles and monstrously acidic pooch-honey, getting crushed under her either cuddling or doing a typically cute doggo thing that he's just to small or fragile for her not to hurt him doing it, lining her panties/underoos, getting stuck between her cheeks or up her butt. The only thing she hasn't done to him is send him on a full tor through her hell scape of a gut and that because she has the attention span of a puppy sometimes and she knows it.
Just afraid to nom and forget she nommed, but at the same time eating is endless so long as there's noms to nom because she'll forget that she just at something if there's more in front of her. Fitz here may have bitten of more than he can chew as usual by bringing her to an all-you-can-eat buffet.
My girls gonna eat until Her Bowels of Hell are as packed with mortally Deadly demon-dog-doo as she has souls she still needs to pass and then some. At least with her churning down mountains of food it thick rancid packing clack she'll be letting more souls fly free from her ass with all the gas from her blowtorch of a butthole scorching a hole in her undies and shorts. At least it burns away the bulk of the stick, heaven forbid she even let loos a Brap in the general vicinity of and mortal living thing. Literally face Melting, eyes on fire and begging for a death that won't come as your throat feels scorched while it your lungs and all of your cynics feel as if there being stung by fireant dusted hornets on coccain with every labored breath and yet there she be completely at a loss for why you seem to be dieing all of a sudden.


Meant to post this nearly 4 years ago to the day. It's just been sitting here lost in the files of my virtual sketchbook.

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