> To begin, as there always must be a beginning, there was a dog and a boar.
> This was not a metaphorical dog and a metaphorical boar, but an actual, literal dog and an actual, literal boar.
> This actual, literal dog was not an actual, literal dog-girl, coated in delightfully soft hair and a love to kiss and play, feeding on the fresh semen of the

young boys they are raised with.
> This actual, literal boar was not an actual, literal boar-girl, coated in decidedly undelightful coarse brown/black hair and hosting a vestigial pair of

tusks, feeding on the fresh semen of the young boys they find and forcefully ravish.
> This was a dog, as in dog, and boar, as in boar.
> It is not to say that there WEREN'T dog-girls, feeding on the fresh semen of young boys, and boar-girls, feeding of the fresh semen of young boys.
> But the dog and boar in question were not.

> Company to the dog was a boy, a small one. Had the dog been a dog-girl, she would eventually coerce him into awkward shota sex. Fortunately ( or

unfortunately, depending on your viewpoint regarding the sexual use of minors ) this was not a dog-girl.
> The dog, and the boy as well, meandered along as dogs and boys do. Two creatures so steeped in codependence that it would take a significant event to

discourage their affection.
> For the dog, the boy was all warm hands and the scent of food, delightful glances and handouts from the table.
> For the boy, the dog was all regal might and sleek strength, a protecting figure in leiu of the father.
> Along the winding wood path, just out of the garden fence and passing sparingly through the tree line, the dog led the boy.
> The dog walked with the boy, and the boy followed the dog, each leading and urging the other onward by their compliance.
> Eyeing the dog and the boy was a boar, all short and wide and angry. Had the boar been a boar-girl, it would have had nonconsentual shota sex with the boy.

Fortunately ( or unfortunately, depending on your viewpoint regarding the sexual abuse of minors ) this was not a boar-girl.
> The boar was not angry because it was hurt, the boar was not angry because it was hungry.
> The boar was angry because it was a boar, and its natural state was to be pissed as all-get-out.
> The boar knew this and, like all boars, having a deep and profound respect for the beauty of nature, thought it only appropriate that it should be absolutely

furious.
> The dog and the boy, not seeing the boar from the garden path and their sparse interludes behind the tree line, continued to meander, an aimless sort of walk

that delighted more in the company of your companion then the trees and the beauty of nature so admired by boars.
> Had the boar been a boar-girl or even cognitant enough to understand speech, it might have demanded that they leave its territory and not return.
> Rather then that, the not-boar-girl chose to charge, as boars do, attacking with its non-vestigial tusks.
> As a result, the dog, in the typical manner of large dogs, chose to fight with the boar, only partly from its desire to protect the boy and partly from its

intrinsic dislike of other animals.
> A dog and a boar, fighting, with the typical ending. The dog did not return to the house with the boy, who ran away.
> If this were a love story, the boar would feel sorrow, deep in its angry boar heart, and would utilize the nondescript power of manoa mana to become a

rough-and-tumble strong girl who would promptly have nonconsentual and apologetic sex with the boy as an apology for murdering his very best friend.
> It's a pity, really, that this isn't a love story, or at least not the love story of the particular boar who killed the particular dog in from of the

particular boy, all along the garden path by the tree line.

> A boy is always popular, especially when surrounded by monster girls, all on the cusp of maturity and filled with misunderstood and primal urges.
> The boy-not a man, yet-had friends. There were boys, but scarce, as boys are.
> Had the boy known the world, this fact would unnerve him and fill his thoughts of the future with gloom.
> Such pessimistic forethought did not occur to him, though. He was merely a boy, after all, without reason for such contemplation.
> There were many aquaintences- a boy is always popular.

> If the dog had survived, it would have woken up one day to find that the nondescript power of manoa mana had transformed it into a dog-girl and it would

proceed to have nonconsentual morning sex with the boy, because that's what a dog-turned-dog-girl does.
> Alas, the dog had not survived. So, the little boy grew, and became larger. Not large, but large enough.
> And as the boy, without the dog, went once more along the garden path, the thoughts of the dog were not hurtful memories, merely hazy recollections, unsure

and uncertain.
> The boar (the one that killed the dog) was not there, having died of a particuarly delightful form of swine brucellosis, which infested the boar's lymph

nodes and spread into the bone marrow.
> From the bone marrow, infected the boar's blood and killed it. Had it had its choice, it would have made use of its old heart with fresh, vital blood. It did

not have a choice, as boars were not advanced enough for the required medical procedures for transfusions.
> As it died, the boar appreciated the beautiful nature of the circumstances.
> The boy (not the boar) walked, and as he walked, he met a girl. Not a girl as in a girl, a girl as in a monster girl. Boys are uncommon, and girls are also

uncommon.
> The girl (girl as in monster girl) was a dog-girl, because dog-girls are common. She looked like most dog girls in the area, who happened to look like most

dogs in the area, because dogs are common.
> And the dog-girl (dog-girl as in girl) looked, and briefly considered sexually assaulting the boy.
> It was briefly considered, because only brief consideration was required before the dog-girl sexually assaulted the boy.
> I'm sure the dog-girl thought it a consideration of the perfect length, not too long or too short in ponderance.
> Were this the love story of the dog-girl, the boy would be promptly husbandoed and raked away, and the boy's parents would not consider it too heavily.
> This is not the love story of the dog-girl, though, so the dog-girl merely got her fill and left, much as a dog ( dog as in dog, not dog as in dog-girl) will

wander over to you while you are masturbating.
> The dog (as in dog) will often sit and look you in the eye while you are busily choking the chicken to thoughts of impregnating a small girl who cannot physically bear a child, because the dog loves you very much and wants only to have attention paid to it by you, but will then leave when it realizes you are preoccupied.

> The boy got up, as he did (and would do, on multiple occasions with similar circumstances) and went home, where he took a bath and considered the day's events fairly regular.
> Upon rising, the boy looked out of his window ( a window facing out past the garden, looking towards the garden path and the tree line ) and saw the girl(the dog-girl).
> The dog-girl had brought a friend, a delightfully shriveled lizard-girl. The cooperation and friendship of the lizard-girl and the dog-girl was made possible only by this shiriveledness, as had the lizard-girl been hearty and healthy the dog-girl's doggy dogg instincts would compel her to at least attempt to murder the lizard.

> The success of this attempt might have been questionable, but the attempt would be made. The fight between a lizard-girl and a dog-girl would certainly be more gentle then the fight between a boar and a dog, noticeably more erotic and having at least twelve percent more lesbianism.
> The dog-girl and the lizard-girl, breaking from their play along the tree line, meandered into the garden path, from the garden path into the garden, and from the garden to the back door, where they were greeted by the boy's mother with only trace amounts or derisive contempt. The girls were greeted, given snacks, and invited in, as all proper friends of the boy were.
> The lizard-girl and the dog-girl received snacks (Grape juice and a plastic wrapped string cheese respectively) and promptly marched in as much of a line as two girls can make into the house, up the stairs, and into the boy's room.

> The boy, in this brief moment, had decided that he had more important business to attend to then dealing with the iminent sexual assault that would follow when the girls made it into the house.
> The boy had homework from the school, because even if he would be stolen in the Harpy Migration in two years (not that anyone knew at the time) and never see the light of civilization again, he should at least be educated.

> The boy could easily recognize the sound of the two girls approaching because the dog-girl's tail made a thumpa-thumpa-thump sound as it struck the wall, and the lizard-girl's tail made a schee-schee-schee as it dragged across the floor, and the door made a cracka-cracka-crack as it was forcefully opened, and the floor made a cree-cree-cree as the two girls assaulted him in a very sexual manner mere feet above the mother (the boy's mother, not either of the girls').

>The mother (the mother of the boy) stood mere feet underneath the events upstairs, forcefully telling herself that cree-cree-cree was not the sound the floor made when her son, perfect in every way, was being forced to release load after load of semen into a shriveled lizard-girl while having his hands nonconsentually ocupied with massaging the breasts of the dog-girl while she shoved her long, broad pink tongue down his throat.
> Rather, that cree-cree-cree was the sound that the floor made when her son, perfect in every way, was playing Monopoly in an innocent manner with two friends who would in no way molest him.
> She thought this so hard that she even began to believe it, even when the two girls came down to leave the house (but not before getting some grape juice) and they walked past her in a manner that gave the mother (the mother of the boy) a clear view of how the boy's [MONOPOLY MONEY] was dripping from both of their between-the-leg [ELECTRIC COMPANY]s.
> Her faith was even tested when the dog-girl's [READING RAILROAD]s were clearly visible as mounds on her moist [COMMUNITY CHEST].
> But through all of it, she kept her faith.

> The day after the rape (the rape previously mentioned, as there were many rapes in that manner and it would be difficult to specify the individual one) the lizard-girl came back, collected some article of clothing that she had left in the domain of the boy, and left without molesting him.
> Instead of molesting the boy, the lizard-girl copied his homework, because she was a character with multiple qualities and one of these qualities was that she did not like math, prefering instead rape.

> The boy (the one that was not molested) had, in a final act of subversion, had prepared in advance a false legend to hand off to the lizard-girl.
> Within this legend was a improper dialogue, a miscalculation and a liar's statement.
> So, in a sense, the boy had the last (and loudest) laugh.
> The boy had always been clever, a trait which would not save him from the Harpy Migration wherein he would be abducted, taken beyond the far mountains and raped within the confines of a nest multiple times until his untimely death from an easily preventable case of pneumonia at the ripe age of 20.

> After this, his Harpy wife would stand above him crying for six weeks, barely feeding the children before wasting away to a skeletal wreck of her former self.
> Through this entire six-week period the Harpy (her name would be Jess) would never even consider that if she had not drawn her husband by the shoulders far beyond his village, past the Tomocatty forest and into the mountain, her delightful husband might still be alive to stare blank-eyed at her as she made love to him.
> After his second attempt to escape was foiled, the boy (not even truly a man yet) would stop thinking, as his hopes and dreams of halcyon days were long gone.

> Before the pneumonia claimed him, he would dream feverishly of his clever ploy to give the lizard-girl an improper sheet of answers.
> He would re imagine the day that the Cyclops foreign exchange student gave an awkward " Ai rabu yuu! " to him in her stilted language, and what would have happened if he had reciprocated her feelings, what future he could have had.
> He would regret the time he and his Oni friend conspired to lure a particularly rude Tanuki into the school's abandoned bathroom to give her a swirly.
> He might even feel a little bit bad for when said Oni attempted to molest him, breaking his arm in half, an event which lead to his dissolution of a completely salvageable friendship had he not brushed off her attempts to repair the friendship.
> But alas, the realization that the time to change things was past would break his determination and will to live, much like the pus in his lungs would break his ability to breathe by coating his alveoli.
> As he lay there, dying on the floor of the nest, surrounded by tens of fluffy daughterus eagerly attempting to detach the remnants of his pants, he would emit one last gurgle as death overtook him and he welcomed her with open arms.

> But long before he died in the nest after the Harpy Migration, he would pass off a sheet of wrong answers to the lizard-girl, snicker about his ingenious plan, and be molested for 'being such a dumb and not getting the right answers' by a.the lizard-girl, b. the three Hobgoblins that the lizard-girl gave the answers to ,c. a Dragon, for a similar reason and d. A mimic, not because of his answers but just because he was there.
> Had he provided the right answers, he would have been molested as thanks by a. the lizard-girl, b. the three Hobgoblins that the lizard-girl have the answers to, c. Not the dragon, because she would be to haughty to thank a 'lowly human' and d. the Amazon, in return for working so hard and being such a cute boy, as everyone knows girls are supposed to be smart and boys should be pretty.