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H3.Failed to Protect the Town

A thing I drew cuz I was in the mood for butts. Monkeys have some pretty good butts. Also a small gift for a friend, who also wrote a story for it. "killavanilla315":https://www.furaffinity.net/user/killavanilla315

[section=- Story -]The warm spring breeze caressed your face almost lovingly on your daily jog today, having a good hunch about the weather always being nice to turn out true and a plan comes together. Taking a brisk pace along the cobble path, watching little insects and birds fly around the trees and greenery, good music playing in your earbuds, all the components one needed for a perfect exercise routine. Going along your regular route you've gone around at least a hundred times before, you can't help but notice that the track is oddly and particularly empty today, no other cars parked and no sight of any other joggers or passerbys, leaving you slightly confused but nonetheless kept moving forward with your music, simply assuming it must be an off day for everyone, that is until, while rounding a corner behind a large bush you notice an oddly shaped mound spread out on the grass besides the path, with an obvious bright red balloon strapped to it, seeming to drag the vague humanoid shape at an extremely slow pace.
Your eyes widen and you make an audible gasp at the realization of the implications of a "humanoid shape" being limply and slowly dragged around, and quickly rush to assess the situation. Your heart got a jumpstart at this sight and revelation, beating harder and faster now than it ever did while doing any job before as you get closer, only stopping quickly in your tracks and, to your chagrin, a definite twinge in your pants upon getting a clear view of the spectacle before you. There, suspended and dangling at the throat by a thin string, quite painfully and deeply at that, was what you assumed to be the body of a particularly and peculiarly shapely primate woman, as evidenced by her complete coat of short brown fur, large nearly human-shaped ears and long rounded brown tail to match her coat draped over her right hip, with her large, supple breasts and naked bare feet sadly yet gently sliding along with the rogue balloon, her light colored soles pointed upwards towards the sun, contrasting nicely against her darker brown and only inviting your gaze even more, leaving light green grass stains on her front visible from the sides. Your heart tells you to reach out and help her, to untangle the wretched flying red orb and free her of her oppression. But something stops you, you can't help but look at her a little bit longer and stare at the string wrapped harshly around her neck, how it sinks into the sensitive, vital skin leaving painful looking blue marks around the indention. Looking at the area above her neck you can't help but admire her natural beauty even in this sorry, lowly state she's so unfortunately found herself in, how her long blonde hair splayed out in the short cut grass in the area around her head, the pained and defeated expression left on her face, eyes closed as if she was too ashamed to witness her own failure against an even lowlier balloon.
Fighting an internal battle between instinct and morality and sweating a cascade of bullets, you crouch down closer to the broken monkey woman's head and reach out, peeling open one of her eyes with your index and thumb, hoping yet also not hoping to gauge a reaction from her pupils or really any kind of reaction from her at all, but alas a quick peek at her empty eyes rolled into the back of her head with nary a reaction at all both from your presence and your "interaction" more or less solidifies what you had thought from the moment you saw her. This curvaceous, nude monkey woman faintly suspended at your feet was quite dead indeed, at least for 20 to 30 minutes by now judging by how warm she still is, as well as how limp and weighty her feet are when you gingerly pick one up in your hands and plop it back down with a muffled thud on the grass, all your thoughts dissipating from your mind as soon as you witness her floppy toes curl and bounce plumly on the ground, and your member nearly bursts from your pants like a rusty worn cage. Your lips slather and smack slightly as your bright gawking eyes admire her feet even further, taking both of them in your hands and massaging them with your fingers deeply, how smooth and soft they were, how the soles would give ever so slightly to your touch, yielding only to either the elements or you now as you lick them up and down, your tongue practically wrestling with her feet, slithering between her toes feeling and tasting every part of her, lubing her up for what you have planned next for her.
Deciding to let the perpetrating balloon stay just for the occasion, seeing as how it was kind enough to deliver you this generous "gift" and given it props her up just nicely enough to manhandle her properly, grinding your crotch on her luscious dead soles while your greedy hands reach around and fiercely grab at both her tits, both equally filling your palms and then some as you pinch and twirl her perky semi cold tits around, squeezing and squishing them like any other stress toy you might have laying around your desk, and she might as well be considering her current "situation" you think to yourself as you bounce them in your hands like reverse hacky sacks, then taking some time to slap and drum away at her massive rear perched up front and center, pushing your face down between her cheeks, licking her dead pussy and getting a faint taste of bananas, all while all she can do whether she means it or not is simply lay there and allow it all, her complete violation and deflowering of her corpse, all at the hands of some random jogger she never even had the chance to meet herself. You continue to hump her lifeless feet and molest her gracious limp curves with your hands, watching how she bounces, jostles and lazily whips her wide hips around with every thrust and smack to her ass, the way her head lay almost perfectly still, completely content and even patient with you and her new predicament, all driving you quite over the edge, as you let out a final loud and primal groan that would definitely have alerted everyone otherwise, as you unload pump after pump of pent up aggression and frustration all onto her wanting dead soles and whopping big ass, coating nearly every inch of her ass, legs and feet in your "appreciation". You and your satisfied memeber slide off their new primate acquaintance with a groan, falling onto your back and panting, having never felt that gratified for your efforts before in your life. Not wanting to waste much time in the open as you come to your senses and out of your horny stupor, you quickly stand back up by propping yourself on her helpful shelf of a booty, eliciting a cute and kinda teasing little shake of her hips as you get back on your feet, giving hers a playful little kick on the way up for good measure. Not wanting to let a perfectly good new "friend" go to waste so easily, you hoist the poor thing up over your shoulder, 'all those workouts finally paying off' you think to yourself with her dangly limp arms and legs easily being maneuvered into the trunk of your car, being sure to be as quiet as possible as you quietly laugh at yourself needing to readjust one her feet protestingly hanging out back inside before shutting it tight and moving to the drivers seat, your eagerness to take a nice, long deserved shower back at home only goy more exciting at the sight and sounds of her bouncy dead monkey body slamming and rolling around in the back with every turn, bump and stop, making sure to take the long way this time around.[/section]