Human intervention

One evening as Lisa was bathing in the stream, her lover watching on, she heard a voice.

"Well ain't that a purdy sight. Why don' you turn aroun missy and show me the rest of ya?"

Lisa froze, darting her eyes towards where the beast had been but finding him absent. She turned slowly to face the stranger, water dribbling down her naked form in the twilight as she looked the man over. He was short and slightly chubby with a scraggy moustache, his clothes and six shooter suggesting he was a bandit of some sort, perhaps even a Lyncher. He chuckled as he looked her over, his gun pointed in her general direction.

"Well ain't you a purdy one. What cha doin out here all on yer lonesome?"

Lisa didn't get a chance to respond, a vicious roar echoing through the valley as her lover appeared from nowhere, barrelling into the man and knocking him to the ground. The bandit shrieked like a woman when he saw what was attacking him, but it was cut short when the beast crushed his windpipe as if it were nothing. The monster was in a blind rage and began to rip and tear at the man and Lisa had to look away when one of the man's arms was torn completely off and tossed away like refuse. The bandit was clearly dead but the beast kept pummelling him until Lisa came to his side and soothed him, eventually getting him to calm down.

Seeing the violent display gave Lisa an idea, but that could wait. First she searched and stripped the bandit, then washed his clothes and hung them on a tree. They should be dry by morning. On him she found a loaded six shooter and a bandolier with another thirteen bullets as well as a sharp bowie knife. She collected up the stuff as the beast watched on, then directed him to drag the body into the underbrush. She was impressed with how quickly he caught on, which only solidified her plan.

She found a little nook in the rocks to hide the weapons and ammo, then jumped up into the monster's arms to be carried back into their home. Once playtime was over and Lisa lay wrapped in his hairy arms, her stomach full of cum she began to plot. With those weapons and her mate, her partner... the father of her child, she could take ****. **** on Usher, **** on the men who pissed on her and the women who watched. **** on Deadneck.