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   A large feral creature drives a smaller humanoid being into submissive fear by making gestures with its mouth just before the poor person's face, playing on the insanity of their attraction to it in almost fatally wounding them. It draws nearer to them so much so until they fall over, already helpless before this monster. It utters its words to them.

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   "Silly girl. I can't taste your meat unless I tear you open!"

   Monstrous jaws bearing wicked rows of teeth began to part before her face as she wept, unable to move; unable to cry as she watched the fangs draw nearer to her. "To give myself to something greater..." she contemplated, the thought often repeating itself in multiple fragments before the feeling of his tongue drawing upon her breasts shattered her conscience, and with the utmost of ease. Her neck became wracked with pain as she fell forward, collapsing as she fainted. The monster allowed her to fall, her face sliding off of its tongue as she collapsed while it lowered its mouth upon her. A contented sigh of hot breath flowed low from within the beast's powerful lungs, blanketing her entire body in its warmth. She likened the contrast of heat and cool against her back to that of the lappings of a most gentle of large tongues, lifting her upper torso only as much as her delusory beliefs offered her the illusion of peace.

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   "Tell Her..." he uttered "...of my majesty when you see Her." And with those final words did he clench his teeth around her neck, eviscerating her as he began to lap up the blood that gushed out from within her body, his drinking motions slow in his primal thirst.



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This writing isn't related to that erotic dream that I had about a feral creature, (posted here: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2953231/ ). It's an original writing that came to me about four or five days ago.

Contradictory to the prominent themes of "comfort with massive creatures" that exist in my stories, there will be many moments in Parasympathy when someone or something is killed in ways that most of my viewers may not accept at first. The usual case with me is that I don't like to shy away from realism in the sense of character communications or simple eroticism (of whatever level of subtlety or sheer creepiness). But even though it's not the norm with me to be enthusiastic about gory things, I wouldn't hold back from portraying and conveying such themes in my writing. The creepier, masochistic side of me often spills over into interests that dabble in macabre themes...

It's not exactly a "testing my own limits" thing, because I know I'm capable of writing such things. The only thing that I don't care for in the slightest is scat, even though you might read things like Chanda saying the phrase "Her doctrine is piss." Contrary to how much I loathe bigots and the practice of bigotry, I have no qualms with portraying that theme in the very words that my characters speak, like someone calling someone else a "fool," among other witful sayings. As much as I don't like it, there will always be people who look down on others. But it's fun to play around with that concept and create "asshole characters" like Viper and Lucia, or just "indifferent characters" like Chanda and Nigel, along with characters who wouldn't take such insulting gestures very well, like Chartreux and Linda, or that same case with different results from characters like Kristina and Katherine, who would "dish out" a slew of insults, but aren't very good at taking them (because Kristina is petty, and Katherine is her akwardly cynical daughter).

I just don't like "holding back" in my writing.