Part 1/Part 2
She was a towering, hulking thing. Enormous paws bound with leather led to legs with thighs of tree trunks of muscle, all coming together to support a top-heavy, monstrous frame of fat and muscle that almost forced her onto her hands, like an animal. Her stomach was no longer a shapely six pack, now grown by the glut of rewarded food and drink into a soft boulder. Gashes and scrapes were visible, telltale signs from the battle earlier, but couldn’t seem to penetrate the mix of fat and muscle, moreover in the fight seeming to act more as an additional slamming force for the great brute than anything else. Her breasts sloped down, massive heaves that seemed to be composed of a combination of fat and muscle. She had a heavy slouch, like all of the mutated gnolls he had seen before; to compensate for her ridiculous bulk, and from her thick, elongated neck she could see her heavy traps and laterals merge into the thick, sloping hunch. Her mane, now a wild shock of black, traced down the side of her neck similar to a horse; far removed from the short pixie-cut she had before. Two strong yellow tusks jutted out from her underbite, making her black lower lip peel over like someone had taken the fat, rubbery thing and just stretched it downward with both hands. Her eyes had slowly split into four predatory ones, two on each side of her snout, beadier with a carnivorous pupil as all of their black slits zeroed in on his form in what felt like an expression of pure hatred. Inside her mouth, beyond the sharp tusks, he could see serrated teeth lined her gums, and if he looked close enough he could swear he saw a second row forming behind them, like a shark. Her brow was sloped forward, primal and powerful, as her gaze fixated on his face.
“Now…” the beastly rumbled in front of him slowly, drool splattering onto the ground from where it ran down from a small pool under her tusks, “Sometin’ tells lil ole’ me ya know ‘bout where da biggah camp is fer you cunts.”
Well, as we can see there's definitely been some corruptive magic infused in the sword. I wonder though, how deep do those changes really run?
Again, an absolutely thank you to the incredibly talented volkenfox for his fantastic rendition of Cassie at the beginning and end of her adventure as part of a trade between us! And keep an eye out for the stories coming out on my end, I intend to put my best effort in on them.
Interested who Cassie is? Maybe check out the story she comes from right here, though I imagine the more remastered one might paint a better picture.
She was a towering, hulking thing. Enormous paws bound with leather led to legs with thighs of tree trunks of muscle, all coming together to support a top-heavy, monstrous frame of fat and muscle that almost forced her onto her hands, like an animal. Her stomach was no longer a shapely six pack, now grown by the glut of rewarded food and drink into a soft boulder. Gashes and scrapes were visible, telltale signs from the battle earlier, but couldn’t seem to penetrate the mix of fat and muscle, moreover in the fight seeming to act more as an additional slamming force for the great brute than anything else. Her breasts sloped down, massive heaves that seemed to be composed of a combination of fat and muscle. She had a heavy slouch, like all of the mutated gnolls he had seen before; to compensate for her ridiculous bulk, and from her thick, elongated neck she could see her heavy traps and laterals merge into the thick, sloping hunch. Her mane, now a wild shock of black, traced down the side of her neck similar to a horse; far removed from the short pixie-cut she had before. Two strong yellow tusks jutted out from her underbite, making her black lower lip peel over like someone had taken the fat, rubbery thing and just stretched it downward with both hands. Her eyes had slowly split into four predatory ones, two on each side of her snout, beadier with a carnivorous pupil as all of their black slits zeroed in on his form in what felt like an expression of pure hatred. Inside her mouth, beyond the sharp tusks, he could see serrated teeth lined her gums, and if he looked close enough he could swear he saw a second row forming behind them, like a shark. Her brow was sloped forward, primal and powerful, as her gaze fixated on his face.
“Now…” the beastly rumbled in front of him slowly, drool splattering onto the ground from where it ran down from a small pool under her tusks, “Sometin’ tells lil ole’ me ya know ‘bout where da biggah camp is fer you cunts.”
Well, as we can see there's definitely been some corruptive magic infused in the sword. I wonder though, how deep do those changes really run?
Again, an absolutely thank you to the incredibly talented volkenfox for his fantastic rendition of Cassie at the beginning and end of her adventure as part of a trade between us! And keep an eye out for the stories coming out on my end, I intend to put my best effort in on them.
Interested who Cassie is? Maybe check out the story she comes from right here, though I imagine the more remastered one might paint a better picture.
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 1280 x 904px
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