She-Beast of the Wasteland (futa/fem)

Some war torn it apart a few decades ago, leaving shambles of sentience and wild nature back to its roots.

The morning came with a fresh breeze over her naked body, filling the room with the sweet scent of living beings.

Her blood boiled with anxiety. She instinctively reached for her crotch and played with her snatch, wondering which kind of fool would come to the dead city.

Quickly, her twenty year old's frail and plain appearance morphed into the semblance of the usual dangerous, sex-hungry she-beast.

Rippling veins filled with burning hormones expanded, filling her muscles with inhuman strength, expanding her tiny frame to a wide, menacing ogrishness.

Her feet, shins and thighs turned in a massive pack of powerful jumpers, prepared for the rough concrete jungle wasteland.

Her short, tamed hair gave way to a pair of long ears pointed up, a striking pair of firm seated C-cups, perfect abs and delightful puffy mound crowned by a fluffy bush.

But her pussy was special, of course. Her clit, infused by the hormone rush, grew a pair of thick veins rooting itself on the top of her feminine mound, quickly expanding the tiny, sensitive nub to a massive mannish member.

Juices covered the rising tower of a cock spurting each second bigger, pulling the labia so perfectly tight.

"It's fucking time," She smiled, tasting her warm precum bubbling off the thumping member.

In a quick move she jumped to the next building, following the scent.

A few moments she saw her prey on the debris over the street, a cute girl in a ragged dirty dress running from a pack of dogs.

She licked her lips, getting even harder thinking of her tightness and freshness, reaching her nipples to enjoy herself before action.

The dogs would eat her whole. Not that she had much meat in her bones but anyway, each meal counts.

She jumped over the street, screaming her lungs off falling over the pack leader.

Confused, the others stopped and tried to jump her but the ferocity of her fangs and bestial arms killed three before they even knew what had happened.

She was just too fast. Smashing them in the street, breaking necks, roaring furiously.

The girl stopped to look and be shocked at the gruesome scene, wondering why the dogs stopped barking behind her.

Marleen was done already, the few survivors with some sense of preservation running their bony bodies away from there as fast as they could.

She licked a few drops of the bloodstains her anger splatted about herself, the dull amount of nourish it brought a worthless trophy. They were almost always disease ridden, the meat had to be cleansed by fire.

Her throbbing cock reminds her of the object of her search, though.

The prey tries to escape, to outrun.

Marleen smiles, the scent of her sweat down to her pink, precious pussy pumping her perverted desires further.

Taking a detour, she lands right ahead of her, causing a crash on her ample, perky bosom.

"Listen, I'm sure you would be in a dog's menu by now, can we stop running?" Her fang-filled smiley face was terrifying and she knew.

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