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The baths were deserted, save for a single male, who dominated the view. He stared directly at you, placid, blue-turquoise eyes shining through the room. Nude, but apparently not excited, his serpentine lower body red, and his anthro-equine upper one a strong shade of brown. Straight black hair, slick and saturated in warm water. He flashes a smile at you, as you take a moment to conceive his form. The steam condensed and , while the nearby brazier shone a reddish contrast on him. You could tell he was massive, even t a distance - no less than 2 and a half meters tall, and tail that probably extended for another 4. Should he lunge himself up on the muscular tail, you could most likely not even reach his waistline. The atmosphere worried you. There was a deathly silence, save for the hypnotic splashes of the rippling pool in the stone slabs of the access steps, and the crackle of the flames of the bonfires. The gaze of the hippocampus made all your hairs stand up. It didn't help that he was, admittedly, very attractive... He did not seem threatening though. At least not as much as a burly, oversized beast of an abomination could seem, you thought. Maybe you could speak to him. Maybe... he could let you touch his muscles. |
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"No!! NO!!! PLEASE!!! I D- UGH!!!" The pleads of help echoed across the expansive tiled room of the bathhouse and into the corridors. Most who walked by this part of Lord Mahork's palace heard it, yet tried paying not much attention to it, for they knew it was a matter of no concern. Just Sleipnir - Mahork's hippocampus soldier and "pet" - taking a bath again... and "playing" with someone. *creeak* "HRK!! Gh... Gh... Ghah! P-please... please... p-AAAAHKH!!" Killing a commoner four times smaller was, obviously, no more than casual leisure to that creature who had crushed armored metal suits (and the warriors inside them) into crumpled pieces many times before. And it showed! To him, crushing the life out of that man was a simply a game. Squeeze. Release. Squeeze. Release. He finely controlled the grip on his victim, and took pleasure in watching the response. The head bloating and reddening. The eyes bulging out. The ribcage, giving way, powerless, to the vicegrip, and soon after, the mouth letting out troubled gasps. The very bones, cracking under the sheer strength... The fog condensced on his herculean body and lubricated his reptilian tail. It added more to the fun. The man felt like a bar of soap, slipping in and out... *shluuuuur* "Huuuuuurkh-" Why, it seemed like Sleipnir's toy was almost spewing out his own entrails. The horse's only reaction was a child-like chuckle. No guilt, no compassion, the beast drew nothing but amusement from the poor man's predicament. Strangely, you went largely ignored, watching the scene, mesmerized. |
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