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The look she received from the male was far from what she had expected. Instead of outrage, horror, or just plain old fear, the dog looked aroused. That was interesting. Much better than what she'd been expecting. Tail wagging behind her she measured him up, noting the scars, the thin muscles over his body. She listened to the name, wondering why he would bother. He finally spoke again, and a slow cold grin settled over her face.
Stepping back Amy returned to optime form. Blood still ran over her muzzle, rather dirty now. She'd prefer it on her hands with this form. She just couldn't resist in secui form though, those last moments as they begged for mercy, feeling the life crushed between her teeth. Hips swaying she stepped over. Really? I never heard of such a thing. Amy feigned disinterest, waiting for Fang to prove himself worthy of her attention somehow. He'd grabbed it, now he had to keep it.
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