The Journal of Abby Bridgeworth
Chapter 74, the month of June.

Tuesday, June 1st. 
“To recount the events of last month…”

Abby roughly stuck her quill back into the inkwell, likely breaking the tip in the process. “Oh what’s the point…” She thought, looking down at the nearly blank page in her journal. “...no reason to document it now, I suppose.” She sighs out, closing the book and looking over to her new, monstrous companion, sleeping on the floor against the door, his spear leaning against the wall by his side. 
	She’d hired the gnoll on as a bodyguard while traveling, since his prices were cheap and she at least figured his hulking, monstrous figure would stop people from trying to talk to her or flirt, not to mention ward off potential bandits and rogues. She’d heard of gnolls in far off lands, the type of monsters to burn your whole village down and dance on the ashes, not really caring who they attack so long as blood and destruction abounded. He sounded perfect for the job, someone scary enough to ward off most fights and strong enough to deal with the people stupid enough to start them.   
 Once she’d purchased his services, she was told by the attendant to “Allow up to a month for the guard to travel from his or her domicile.”, though the gnoll took barely a fortnight to arrive at her door. He seemed unaware of how his appearance affected those around him, the various gazes of fear, anger, and caution from those around him going unnoticed by the large hyaenid as he looked at the address on the slip of paper, making sure he had the right house. He rapped his knuckles smartly on the door, waiting patiently for his new employer. When Abby opened the door, she’d be met at first by a clean, tan loincloth, her new escort possessing a solid three feet of height above her and putting her eye-level with an unfortunate part of his body.
 When she took a step back to actually assess her new hire, she felt the rumors to be a bit ruder than needed. She was met with a relatively well-groomed face and pelt, his body clean and lightly scarred, even his spear was clearly well-kept and sharpened. Not at all the demonic levels of brutality she’d heard about. On top of that, he seemed to recognize her immediately as his new employer, looking down and extending one very large paw to shake her hand, taking out a piece of paper and starting to read from it in a deep and rumbly voice.
“Good afternoon Madam Bridgeworth. I am from the Harper’s Guild and associated bodyguard businesses. I am contracted to you for as long as the payments are upheld. We thank you for your service…” 
The customer-service level syntax seemed to annoy the gnoll, so he simply balled it up in his fist and tossed it over his shoulder. “Right, can you just tell them I read you that? I really do hate reading all that crap every time…” He said, looking down at her and smiling. “Here’s the short version: I’m the guy you hired to keep you safe, and I’m damn good at what I do.” He said, giving her a wide, sharp-toothed grin. “M’Name’s Spitz, though you can call me mutt, dog, abomination, I’ve learned to respond to all of em’.” He remarked, bending down and stepping inside without being invited and closing the door behind him.
Abby was at a loss for how to regard the irritatingly large creature she’d just hired to be near her at all times. On the one hand, he certainly fit the bill for “too big and scary to fuck with”, but Abby felt herself wondering if all that cockiness would actually hold up in a fight. Sighing and rubbing her temples, she turned around...and got a very sudden reminder that loincloths only worked one way, her view suddenly full of some toned fuzzy cheeks and low-swaying balls as the gnoll looks around her place. Abby’s face turned more than a few shades redder before she finally spoke up.
“Hey! You can’t just barge in here like that, you know?” She yelled, looking up at the gnoll angrily. Spitz turns around, looking down at her and smiling as if he’d just remembered she’d existed again. Abby just sighed, rubbing her temples. “Ok, we have to set some ground rules.”
	Time went by, and the initial clash of personalities wore off. Both Abby and Spitz would both find that their abilities went well together in combat, Abby’s long range spells complimenting Spitz’s brutal combat skills up close. Even how they set up camp was complimentary, Abby’s magic making setup easy and Spitz’s hunter-gatherer origins making food a nonissue. Of course, no pairing is perfect, and they both got on eachother’s nerves in one way or another. Abby with her need to be clean and eat meat that isn’t still raw in the middle, and Spitz with his lax attitude towards, well, nearly everything. Including clothes. Even while traveling through the snow or the city, Spitz always seemed to wear the same tan, one-sided loincloth, and he never paid much attention to the fact that she was nearly constantly head-height with his crotch. This lack of care meant that Abby had more than enough time to familiarize herself with the sight of a thick sheath and heavy balls swaying by her side as they walked along the various roads and trails. Of course, it’s not like Spitz didn’t notice her as well, though he could notice very little at all about her regardless, due to her being constantly covered in the thick purple robes which many spellcasters favor. They nearly always slept separately, Spitz foregoing any bedding to sleep near entryways and outside her tent, making sure he was the first thing any unwanted visitors had to meet, should they desire a midnight raid on their camp.
 However, on some of their excursions to the snowy mountains, sleeping outside wasn’t an option anymore, and conserving body heat was intensely important. Not that Spitz minded. After all, no intelligent creature would be out in such cold weather on the regular. Abby, on the other hand, felt like she was sleeping next to a huge teddybear, Spitz practically seemed to exude heat like a fire. It was during one of these colder nights that Abby got a proper look at her escort’s genitalia…

They had just come back from clearing an abandoned fortress where a few slimes had taken residence. One hidden trap door and an unfortunate plunge into a Black Pudding later, they’d come out with all of their non-magical gear completely dissolved, including their clothes. For the Gnoll it didn’t matter much, he was just as happy to tear slimes apart with his bare hands as he was to use a spear. For Abby, however, it meant a lot of shivering. They barely got through a single fight before Abby ordered him to move out and set up camp, needing to take a night to gather her magic again before she could conjure new clothes for the two of them. Of course, with no clothes, the need for body heat was more important than ever, and both of them had to face the unfortunate fact that they were gonna have to be very close together in order to survive.
Abby woke up that morning to the sound of some incredibly loud snoring. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up, looking over at her companion completely sprawled out, evoking memories of bearskin rugs with how much of the floor of the tent was covered by his massive body. Of course, as she rubbed the blurry mire of sleep from her eyes, her vision started to fill with red. Apparently Spitz had had some fun dreams that night, because his cock was nearly entirely out of his sheath. Canine in form, but much larger than any she’d ever seen, only his thick knot still trapped within that fuzzy tunnel. Abby bit her lip, she’d always wondered in the back of her mind what he was hiding in there. Her heart pounding in her chest, blood rushing quickly to her face as the cold morning was overturned in fear of the heat rapidly flushing her body. Slowing her breathing, trying to be as silent as she could, she reached out towards it...then stopped, rushing out of the tent in embarrassment. “H-hey, get the hell up and hunt us some clothes!”

 Spitz still couldn’t understand why she’d chosen to stay at camp while he finished up the job by himself, but her scent gave him some clues.

On the way back from the fort job, neither of them spoke to one another unless absolutely necessary. Spitz had no idea what the problem was, but wasn’t about to indulge her by acknowledging it. Abby, on the other hand, was battling herself all the way back. This time, the glances weren’t just out of annoyance. She found herself staring as she walked, waiting for every errant flutter of the loincloth. Every shift and small gust of wind gave her another peek, and though Spitz didn’t really care where she looked, this time it was clear something different was on her mind. Eventually they returned home, Abby turned in the bounty, and they both had some time off to enjoy the healthy sum they’d gotten from the job. However, even after they were both home and able to take a breather, she couldn’t forget what she saw that day. Finally, she decided she’d do something about it. 
“Hey, mutt.” She taunted, her normal name for him when there wasn’t anything serious going on. “Can you make sure nobody’s peeking in the bathroom window while I bathe? I think I’ve spotted a peeping-tom a couple times…” Abby remarked, her face suggesting anger and annoyance. Spitz, however, raised an eyebrow. 
“...you know my sense of smell is better than yours, right?” 
“What’s that supposed to mean? Just do as you’re told, I don’t want some creep watching me in the bath.”
Spitz put his hands up defensively
“Ok Ok, fine, whatever. If it makes you feel better.”
Abby got up, and walked over to the bathing room, Spitz rolling his eyes and following after her. Spitz wasn’t stupid by any means, he knew what was happening. Still, he was told to follow orders, and follow orders he would, walking into the room with her and shutting the door.
	“Alright, now turn around and watch the window while I undress. I think its just some creepy Kenku or something.” Abby ordered
	Spitz nodded and did as he was told, looking out of the window and staring at the wall of the building next to them, the window hidden from the public and really only there to let out the steam when someone was done. Behind him, Abby’s heart was pounding in her chest. Without much ceremony, she pulled off her robe and hat, putting them on a nearby counter and leaving herself completely exposed, save for a small white bra and a pair of panties, the latter already a little moist from her excitement. Spitz could already smell her scent as it got stronger, making sure to stop himself from drooling or panting and trying to focus on counting the bricks in the wall outside. Meanwhile, Abby stripped the last two articles of clothing off as well, stepping into the warm bath and lying down with her head against one end of the basin. Thankfully, the water stopped any more of her scent from leaking out, giving Spitz a moment of respite. 
However, now Abby was annoyed. She’d hoped he’d peek back at her or turn his head or start stroking off or, well, anything! Trying (and failing) to keep her annoyance from showing, she cleaned herself up. The bath one of the fastest ones she’d ever taken, not really paying much attention to herself but trying to keep up the act she was putting on. Afterwards, she let out the water. Stepping out of the basin and drying herself off with a quick spell.
“Alright, now, follow me. I need to get changed, but that creep might be watching there too.” She orders, opening the door and stepping outside, her tail swaying side to side “..and don’t you dare look at me either.”
Spitz was nondescript, and as he turned around to follow his naked companion as she made her way upstairs to her room, every angle presented a new challenge. Not only was the smell of her lust once more evident, he had to navigate the house using pretty much only his peripherals. Even from his best efforts, here and there he caught glimpses. Her perfect rear under her fluffy tail, her wet mound below, even her breasts at one point as she turned a corner. Finally, the long walk was over and they made it to her room. Her room was one of the largest rooms in the house, connected to the balcony outside. Walking right past her closet, she walked right outside to the balcony. Pushing open the glass doors and walking naked into the sunny day outside, leaning on the fence that surrounded it and looking back at the gnoll, her tail ever so subtly pushed up. 
“Hey mutt-..” was all she got out before she realized that Spitz was already very, very close behind her. She felt herself picked up by a single large claw around her midriff, Spitz’s eyes full of a primal, feral need. She heard him growl deeply, his whole chest seeming to rumble as he tore off his loincloth below, revealing the full extent of her teasing. There it was, glistening in the light of the midday sun, bigger and thicker than when she’d seen it in the mountains and already beading with pre at the top. There was no foreplay, one look in eachother’s eyes told both of them it wasn’t needed. All Spitz did was line her up, and slide her down.
To say he was large would be an understatement. For someone with an arm the size of their partner’s phallus, she took it suprisingly well. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him push her down to his knot, her insides filled with the pain of being stretched and the pleasure that came after it. Spitz was kind enough to give her a few moments to recover after the initial stress, but perhaps not as long as she would have liked. After all, it wasn’t just Spitz controlling himself now, but millions of years of instincts telling him to breed, dominate, and claim. 
He started off slow, his other hand going back to grab the railing for support. She was light enough for him to hold in one large hand, a quality he used very well by simply starting to thrust her down on his cock. Using her like a living, breathing, moaning fleshlight, meeting each thrust downwards with a mirrored one from his hips, the sound of his knot against her labia getting louder as he started getting rougher. Abby felt herself stretching to accommodate this new, unfamiliar length being rapidly thrust inside her, her limbs dangling uselessly at her sides as she was so easily manhandled. She came pretty quickly, the teasing and buildup from earlier having already taken a bit of a toll, though ultimately it didn’t matter. She knew that she was in until he decided he was done, though from the way his knot already swelled and pressed against her nethers, it was clear it wouldn’t be long. 
There’s a shift as Spitz switches to using both hands, leaning back against the rail and looking at her with a mixture of mischief and longing. “Take a deep breath, hun…” He warned, before using both of his strong arms to thrust her down once, twice, *pop!*
It was inside, Abby felt it spreading her there, both his knot and his cock, the latter bulging her stomach. Spitz grits his teeth, his rod tensing as he starts to fire cum deep into Abby, deeper than she ever felt possible. Spitz walks just enough to get them inside, unable to even close the door behind him before he falls into her bed, his legs hanging off the end of the too-small mattress as he lies there with her, the hand which carried her switching to caressing her distended belly as the rod stuck within her continues to ooze. He hugs her back up against his chest as she stretches, feeling his rod shift inside her body and sliding a hand down to feel where it lies in her stomach. 

“Mm, so, about those ground rules…” Spitz murred out, sliding a hand over her body, but there was no response. She had already fallen asleep from the exertion. He giggles deeply, brushing one errant lock of curly hair from her face and yawning, falling asleep next to her, still locked deep inside his cute little companion...