Do nothing...

The creature's strength and fury make you doubt your ability to defeat it in combat and its berzerker speed makes you fearful of turning your back. With no clear path to victory, you do what seems the worst possible thing: you remain still.

The charging gorilla-thing bears down on you, roaring and beating its huge knuckles against the ground. It bounds to within a foot of you, stopping suddenly it slides a few inches closer. You can smell its bestial aroma and you see the gray firehose dangling between its legs. As if noticing your focus, the gorilla-thing wraps a massive fist around its cock and strokes it, skinning back the tip to reveal a flared, pink head. The gorilla gazes at you with horrible intensity and you question your decision not to run or fight.

The gorilla-thing releases its cock - long and thick as your arm from fingertip to elbow - and strusts towards you with a posture that suggests a dominant male. You stand motionless as it circles around you. It seems to be looking you up and down, at first confused but then admiring your shapely physique in your khaki shorts and skin-tight digital camo workout tee.

Your eyes drift to that firehose dangling between the beast's muscular legs, so long it nearly drags the ground. You shudder at the thought of the sort of damage that could do to a fit gasp firm gasp eager little...you snap yourself out of the raunchy thoughts. You try to ignore the moisture soaking through your panties and stay focused on the danger of being oggled by an enormous monster.

"You not doctor," the gorilla-things deep voice startles you.

"You can talk?" Well, duh, or you're going crazy.

"Me thought you woman doctor. You hurt me."

"Humans did this to you?"

The gorilla sits back on its haunches and nods its head. "Man doctors and woman doctors make me big and strong and smart. I always feel..."

The gorilla reaches down and takes hold of his now-deflated member and hefts it. You lick your lips unconsciously.

"They made you horny all the time?" you can't help but laugh. The gorilla nods again. "Those are some twisted doctors."

You relax your guard. "Do you have a name?"

"Gillo," he says. "You name?"

"Heather Finch," you bow. "I'm not like those people that hurt you. I'm a friend."

"You a friend?" The gorilla-thing does something that you think is a smile. "Prove. Show me friendly."

Gillo lifts his huge cock and looks at you expectantly. A thrill races through you and your thighs momentarily quiver at the thought of what he is suggesting. Then you remember that there is a protein bar in your pocket. Maybe that's enough to convince this horny brute you're friendly.