A Stroll In The Forest 3 - The Bitches Fuck You (Patreon)

He'd been traveling for days through the wilderness and it felt like he was getting more lost. With only wild berries and river water in his stomach, he was beginning to get desperate, AND horny. What a pain in the ass. He wasn't even sure what he was eating anymore, which probably wasn't the best idea, not that he had a choice. That in mind, he wasn't surprised when the last batch of bright, red berries made him feel particularly ill. He was especially concerned after his legs stopped working, and then his arms, and then the rest of his body in general.

He had just barely enough consciousness left to see someone approach his near-lifeless body. A guardian angel? Who knows? He could only hope it was there to help, and not drag him somewhere, tie him to a post, and let its friends fuck him. That probably wouldn't happen, right? Yeah, probably not.

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Every universe needs its super smart, 'look we can build shit' race of people, and this mine. They're artisans, craftsmen, and thankfully for our little hero, sometimes expert apothecaries. In a porn universe that means Potions of Penile Stamina, and a very advanced machine designed to raise this short little race up to the dick-height of people they capture. They didn't exactly need it this time, seeing as this little guy is only about 3 feet tall, as it is. Totally original. Doughtnut steel.