Trails still there

Garris noticed the trail of sex fluids still followed through the woods, back to where he came from. He looked to the sky. It would be morning soon which would make for an easy hunt, so Garris gathered his things yet again and stitched his pants back together after learning a very valuable lesson. Then Garris took off into the woods, the trail still easily visible even in the dark woods. On his way Garris stumbled across many horrors left behind from the locust, the first of which was a porcupine, with dicks where the quills where meant to be, he reared back in disgust as he saw a deer who had gone through a similar deformity. It had grown to be six feet, only with the full package, tits, ass, a pussy and an unexpected dick which reached its knees. Despite these horrific displays of evil, Garris tracked on, keeping low as to avoid another **** incident. As sun began to shine through, he came upon a small waterfall, the bottom of which was a small pond which broke into a stream. In the pond there swam a humanoid being, not sexualized, but feminine and beautiful all the same. Then along came the locust. Garris saw it behind the trees as it stared at the girl with an obvious lust.