Strange Love

She yowled and bucked under me, screeching in rage, but i held on with all my strength and bit harder, pinning her wildly thrashing arms with my own by tightly hugging her, and found my hands crushing soft globes of flesh.

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Workhorse Wrath

He knew what was about to happen but that did nothing to prepare him for the blinding pain of hard hoof crushing soft muscle. it reminded mort of the rats he loved to crush.

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