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The second story of the Cats of Might and Magic series

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", "writing": "The two cats arrived in the city just as the sun was dipping below the horizon. \n\nAsh, a black panther, was dressed in dark leather armor with a hood, made to look as much like everyday clothing as possible so as not to attract attention. His neck was covered with a scarf that could be pulled over his face like a mask, barely visible dagger hilts protruded from their sheaths on his belt, and a backpack with a hand crossbow attached to it slung across his back. All this gave the impression that he was an ordinary merchant who had chosen not to hire an escort and had prepared himself for the dangers that awaited his kind on the road. None of this should have raised suspicion, but the presence of the lion spoiled the beautiful disguise.\n\nTeich, a proud cat with a sand-colored pelt, wore only pants, revealing his muscular chest and belly without a hint of shyness. His hand rested on the hilt of a two-handed sword sheathed on his belt - the lion was either preparing for possible trouble or about to create it. A lush mane covered his head, neck, and turned into a thin line between his pecs and rows of abs, running down and disappearing behind his belt. He carried a backpack about the same size as the panther's, but it didn't make him look like a peaceful merchant at all, if only because of the huge quiver with six javelins attached to it.\n\nNormally, the arrival of such an unusual duo in a new place would draw stares and sometimes even interest from the guards, but this time was different: the darkening streets were empty. Too empty even for the late hours. \n\n\"Where is everyone?\" Teich's voice sounded worried and he clenched the hilt of his sword tighter, \"No one to even ask where the tavern is.\"\n\n\"Did you think the legends of the great lion gladiator had spread to these places?\" The panther's voice dripped with irony, and a satisfied grin appeared on his black muzzle, \"Expecting to be greeted with flowers by your admirers?\"\n\n\"Funny,\" the mockery of the panther obviously didn't hurt the lion, but didn't bring any joy either, \"I told you, this is a strange place. Something is not right here,\" Teich looked around and then pointed to one of the streets, \"There are lights over there.\"\n\nUsed to his partner's commanding tone, Ash just shrugged and followed the lion.\n\nExcept for the frightening emptiness of the streets, the city was no different from the dozens of others Teich and Ash had visited in recent years: dilapidated, shabby houses, dirty streets, the smell of slop the locals poured out of their windows. Both males looked around, trying to find the reason for the lack of citizens, but the clue turned out to be quite simple - a crowd of townsfolk had gathered on the main square.\n\n\"Some kind of festival?\" Teich asked without turning to the panther, as if talking to himself, \"Why so late?\"\n\n\"Let's find out. I don't mind a little fun. What might they be doing? Climbing a pole? Jumping over a fire? Shooting at targets?\"\n\nWhat was happening on the square was far from climbing, jumping, and shooting. Three prisoners were kneeling in the middle, bound hand and foot: a short gray mouse, a rather large red tiger with black stripes, and an average-sized gray donkey. All three were dressed in some tattered and dirty rags that vaguely resembled clothing, two of them visibly shaking, their eyes searching the crowd for support and help, and only the tiger looked forward defiantly. Next to them stood two men who seemed to be the opposite of each other: one was a rather short and thin rat, the other a tall and fat bear. These two were either guards or executioners, which was easy to tell from their black robes and the equally black cloth masks on their heads that almost completely covered their faces - only the eye holes revealed that there was someone inside those black costumes.\n\nOpposite the three prisoners and the two guards stood a wolf. He wore rather simple but clean and high quality clothing - black pants with a belt and a white shirt tucked in, unbuttoned so that the middle of his chest was clearly visible. From a distance, the wolf looked gray, though those with keen eyesight could see that the male was actually black, with much of the fur on his head and visible parts of his body was white. The only reason for such a strange mixture of colors was age, but the expressive muscles the male was obviously trying to show the others by unbuttoning the top five buttons of his shirt, as well as his straight posture and a muzzle without a trace of wrinkles, said that the wolf was far from old. Despite his obviously noble origins, the only jewelry the wolf wore was a silver ring with a purple gem, which for some reason was not on his finger, but hung from a silver chain around his neck.\n\nStanding beside the wolf was a horse of enormous size. In all the time that Teich and Ash had been walking through the city, they had not seen a single door that this monster could pass through without ducking. The horse was clad in black armor, clearly real, martial, not ceremonial, and he was leaning on a two-handed hammer as massive as himself, as if the warrior was preparing for a battle that was about to begin, even though the three prisoners could pose no threat to him, even if they could free themselves and attack at the same time\n\nThe crowd surrounded the six males and one female in a fairly even, wide circle. Some in the front held torches to illuminate the area, some spoke in whispers, but most just watched. Teich and Ash moved a little closer to get a better view of what was going on, trying not to jostle so as not to draw unwanted attention, and watched as the wolf continued to speak to the prisoners, occasionally turning and addressing the crowd.\n\n\"... and today those accused of crimes against the city and its citizens will be interrogated.\"\n\nThe wolf removed the silver ring from around his neck, took it off the chain and placed it on the middle finger of his right hand, causing the purple stone to glow slightly. The lion shivered, feeling a chill run down his spine. \n\n\"Can you feel it?\" Teich asked his partner quietly. \n\n\"Feel what?\" Ash turned away from the sight and looked into the lion's worried face. \n\n\"It's like... it's like death,\" the lion said with a wince.\n\nMeanwhile, the wolf in the center of the square, having finished his opening speech, turned to the kneeling donkey.\n\n\"As a guard, you should have set an example for this city,\" the wolf scolded the prisoner, as fathers usually reprimand misbehaving children, \"but instead you got drunk and attacked your captain.\"\n\n\"I didn't mean to! He provoked me!\" The donkey yelled in his defense, trying to get up, but the bear's big paw landed on his shoulder, and it seemed that its weight alone was enough to hold the frightened man in place. \n\n\"It's good that you don't try to deny your guilt,\" the wolf was completely calm, unlike the donkey, \"but it's not enough. Your attack ended with two broken bones for your captain, and you, as far as I can see, are unharmed. Maybe you just need to understand what it feels like.\"\n\nThe wolf looked at the bear and nodded. Without waiting for further orders, the fat male stepped to the side to be just behind the prisoner, planted a foot on the back, and pushed with all his might, causing the bound body to fall onto its stomach. The donkey was of average height, a bit stocky, and despite the prison garb that disguised his form, a little extra fat could be seen on his body, but compared to the tall and fat bear that had easily knocked him to the ground, he seemed unusually fragile and defenseless.\n\n\"No, no, no! Don't!\" the defendant realized what would happen next and tried to justify himself somehow to prevent his own suffering, \"I've realized everything! It won't happen again.\"\n\nThe captive's pleas were abruptly cut short as the bear's foot stepped on his knee and pushed hard, destroying the joint under the weight of the large body. The donkey screamed in pain and tried to escape, but bound hand and foot, he could only wriggle from side to side, scratching his muzzle against the cobblestones and adding to his own pain. \n\nThe lion looked around at the crowd: some of the townspeople were clearly enjoying the spectacle, some were trying to look away, but no one risked interfering - there were no shouts of support for what was happening, nor any attempts to prevent it. \n\n\"We've got to stop this,\" the lion hissed, turning to his partner, but saw that the black cat was watching the spectacle with eyes bright with glee.\n\n\"Don't be stupid,\" Ash didn't even turn away from the square, \"there are a lot of guards here, we can't fight them alone.\"\n\nTeich was angry, but he couldn't argue. Looking around, he saw at least a few dozen armed men. Their equipment was simple: chain mail, helmets, one-handed swords and clubs - they looked like bandits or mercenaries, but the black paint that covered their equipment showed that they were indeed guards.\n\nMeanwhile, having finished with the victim's right leg, the bear moved on to the left, first stepping on it, then slowly shifting his weight so that the crowd could hear the bones crunch under his paw. Leaving the executioner to do his work, the wolf began to announce the charges to the second prisoner, the tiger.\n\n\"We all came to your forge and paid money for your work, but it wasn't enough for you. You decided to take an order for weapons for the bandits. What did you want? To see your knives in the backs of honest citizens?\"\n\nThe kneeling tiger did not answer, staring at the wolf.\n\n\"Well, you may be silent. We have brought you the weapon you forged. Perhaps it will remind you of something.\"\n\nThe wolf nodded to the rat behind the prisoner's back, and the second torture of the night began. The short executioner bent down, unrolled some sort of roll of thick cloth, and the clanking of metal could be heard even over the donkey's continued screams. Immediately, the rat took one of the knives, grabbed the tiger's shirt, and began to cut, leaving the kneeling male half-naked with just a few strokes of the sharp blade. By all appearances, the striped male was indeed a blacksmith: the quite developed musculature, and the once white fur on his belly that had become dirty gray from years of work, were the result of hard work. Against the backdrop of a rather large and well built cat, the rat looked small and weak, but the executioner was glad to have such a victim - having finished with the shirt, he pressed the point of the knife against the blacksmith's broad back and began to press, slowly digging metal into the flesh. 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The fingers on the gauntlets seemed to open and retract inside, followed by the gauntlets themselves, revealing the horse's huge hands and showing that underneath the black armor was a white, spotless coat. At the same time, the visor of the helmet was lifted, and the helmet itself was removed from the head and pulled into the cuirass like a hood, revealing the horse's muzzle, also white, but disfigured by a large burn scar that covered his right cheek from mouth to eye. The armor on the horse's legs also began to unfold, revealing bare calves and then thighs, the thickness of which clearly showed that carrying the horse's enormous weight was no easy task. After the legs, a huge cock and a pair of heavy balls in a white fur pouch were revealed - perhaps it was impossible to wear any other clothing or even underwear under the magical armor, or the horse simply saw no reason to hide anything. The armor on the horse's broad back, his massive shoulders, and finally the last pieces of metal protecting his sculpted belly and muscular chest were folded like sheets of paper into a small amulet in the shape of a metal shield. The trinket was left hanging on a chain around the man's massive neck, looking like the equipment of a small toy soldier, taken from him for some reason to dangle incongruously between the horse's pectoral muscles. The perfect short white fur, enormous size and musculature made the warrior look like a statue come to life, with only the mark on his muzzle to draw attention and remind that this pile of muscles on hooves was a living creature.\n\nThe whole transformation happened so quickly that the mouse didn't even have time to make another excuse before the horse grabbed her head in his huge hand and pressed it against his groin, forcing her to inhale the pungent smell. The captive tried to pull away and free herself, but the forces were clearly unequal and the only thing she could do was rub her face against his cock and balls, giving the stallion even more pleasure. The size of the horse's cock, not even fully swollen with blood, was comparable to a mouse's hand and with it so close to her head it was clear that she simply would not be able to take it without damage, but apparently that could not stop the stallion from following orders. \n\nStill holding the gray head with one hand, he forcibly opened the mouse's mouth with the other, wide enough to cause sharp pain but not to dislocate her jaw, inserted the tip of his penis, and began to pull the captive's mouth onto his shaft. The mouse felt something begin to stretch the walls of her throat and immediately choked, but the executioner just kept pushing the hardening flesh inward, neither increasing nor decreasing the speed, until his balls finally touched her chin. Panicked, the female continued to try to free herself, but the horse held her down seemingly effortlessly, securing her mouth to keep the teeth from scratching the sensitive flesh. The huge male didn't need to do anything else - the contractions of the female's throat as she struggled to breathe and the movements of her snout lightly tickling his groin were enough for him to get all he needed.\n\nThe other two captives were suffering just as much. The donkey's legs looked as if there were no bones left in them, his pants were soaked with blood, and he kept screaming and trying to crawl away from the raging bear, but nothing could stop the torture. Having finished with the lower limbs, the executioner kicked his toy's body with his paw, flipping the man onto the back, and continued his work. Now lying on his back, the donkey could see exactly what was happening to him, and it brought him no relief - the bear's next target was the suspect's groin, and another, this time incredibly loud, scream echoed across the square even before the foot touched the sensitive flesh, turning into a shriek as the genitals began to turn to mush and the pelvic bones cracked from the pressure. \n\nRat, for his part, didn't stop working either. After sticking a few more knives into the tiger's back, the executioner moved to the front of the kneeling man. Because of the difference in height, the rat didn't even have to bend down much to stick a second blade into his victim's once-white belly. The tiger continued to hold back his emotions, trying not to give the wolf too much pleasure, but every now and then his growls could be heard clearly over the donkey's screams. Blood ran down the striped male's back and belly, dripping onto the rocks and into the gaps between them, some red liquid running from his mouth and nose, but his expression didn't change - he still stared at the wolf with the same viciousness, as if trying to pierce him with his gaze.\n\n\"What the fuck are you doing?\" The lion hissed angrily through his teeth at his partner, trying not to draw the attention of the others.\n\nTaking advantage of the crowd's eyes being focused on the main event, the panther managed to unbutton his pants and actively stroked his cock with his hand.\n\n\"Do you need the name of the process or to describe its essence?\" the panther hissed in response, mimicking the lion and not stopping the movement of his hand.\n\n\"They're dying!\" Teich sounded increasingly irritated, though he didn't raise the volume of his voice, \"How can you like this shit?\"\n\n\"Just imagine... a huge paw crushing your balls...\" the panther closed his eyes as if he wanted to feel what he was describing, \"a knife ripping open your stomach and releasing acid that starts burning everything around inside... a dick in your throat...\"\n\n\"Shut your damn mouth!\" clearly none of the ideas inspired the lion, \"Do you want to fucking die?\"\n\n\"Not right now,\" Ash opened his eyes again and immediately winked at the lion, \"But if I do, then like this.\"\n\n\"Fuck...\" Teich just rolled his eyes, not knowing how to continue this conversation.\n\n\"Oh, come on. Anyway, you're wrong, they don't die. Look,\" the panther nodded to the mouse, whose throat was noticeably bulging from the horse's fully erect penis, \"she's obviously not breathing. I think that thing is reaching her chest, and it's been like that for minutes. She should be dead by now, but she hasn't even passed out.\"\n\n\"What the hell?\" The lion's tone changed slightly from angry to interested, \"Some kind of magic, too?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" the panther nodded, \"I think it's a wolf ring. That's probably why you felt something when he put it on his hand.\"\n\nThe dick really did reach the victim's chest - the horse could literally feel the mouse's heart beating furiously with its tip. Hardly anyone could take it that deep into their mouth without risking death, but even though it must have felt incredibly good, there was no emotion on the executioner's face - it was as if he was just doing his job, as if he were some kind of instrument that shouldn't or couldn't feel anything. The prisoner, on the other hand, felt everything all too clearly. Her throat encircled the cock so tightly that she could feel every throb of the pulsing flesh. The female couldn't get a drop of air. The infernal burning in her lungs spoke of near death, but something was actually keeping her awake, forcing her to experience the agony every second of the horrific torture until the wolf finally gave her a brief respite.\n\n“Fernand, let's see if the accused wants to give new testimony.”\n\nNot daring to disobey, the horse moved his hips backward, simultaneously pulling his victim's head in the opposite direction, slowly withdrawing the massive, saliva-glistening cock from the female's mouth. As soon as the tip left her throat, she reflexively inhaled as much air as her lungs could hold and immediately coughed. The female wanted to fall to the ground, there was no strength to keep her balance, but a firm hand on her head held her in place.\n\n\"So?\" The wolf's voice was still calm. Unlike the mouse, he didn't care how long this show would last. He had plenty of time.\n\n\"Please, Lord!\" The mouse looked pleadingly into the gray predator's eyes, \"Please! My children! They have no one else! Please! I really haven't done anything wrong!\" The captive's voice was hoarse, but surprisingly loud despite what had just happened to her throat.\n\n\"Fernand, please continue.\"\n\n\"No! No! No! No!\" The mouse began to squirm again in the horse's grip, but that didn't delay the torture for a second.\n\nThis time the horse drove his cock in much faster, slamming his balls into the victim's chin. Like a massive white wall, the rapist's belly once more blocked out most of the light for the mouse, and she began to choke again, but could only twitch weakly in the executioner's grip, hoping that the rows of white fur covered muscles would move away as soon as possible to give her some air. Like last time, the horse plunged his cock to its base and did nothing more, leaving all the work to the reflexive contractions of his victim's throat.\n\nThe bear, meanwhile, had to do all the work himself. Tired of the donkey's constant attempts to crawl away, the fat male repeated with his captive's arms what he had done with his legs, turning them into useless dangling bloody appendages. The donkey was in constant hellish pain that he simply could not get used to. Bone fragments protruded from the mess that had once been his arms and legs. His body was shattered below the waist. His life was over. Even if the torture would stop right now, he would be taken to a healer and by some miracle he would not die - the donkey would not even be able to roll over on the bed to the other side, but the bear was going to take even that small chance away from him. All of the executioner's previous actions had been slow and measured, as if he was trying to inflict as much pain on his victim as possible, but now he decided to change tactics and, approaching the body lying on the floor, he jumped up and landed with both paws on the donkey's belly. The lying male felt as if something had burst inside him in several places, he tasted his own insides in his mouth and could no longer resist the pain.\n\n\"Sto-o-op it! Please! I admit it!\"\n\nThe bear looked at the wolf as if waiting for an order and, receiving a nod in response, stepped away from the mutilated body, leaving bloody footprints on the cobblestones.\n\n\"I... admit my guilt… and…\" the donkey paused between words, either afraid to say them or trying to remember the text, \"I ask... to be punished... by death...\"\n\n\"Your testimony is accepted,\" the wolf smiled, \"Your request has been considered and will be granted.\"\n\nThe wolf gave another nod to the bear. The donkey continued to stare at the gray man's satisfied face until the paw of the executioner leaning over him grabbed his face, completely blocking his vision. The bear took hold of the donkey's head, lifted it slightly, and then slammed the skull hard against the stones that paved the square. Then the bear struck again, and the bones of the skull cracked, but that was not enough. The executioner continued to beat the prisoner, as if trying to crack a large nut, until the shell finally gave way. Then the bear straightened up and finished the job with another leap, finally crushing the skull and spilling some of the brain onto the cold stones.\n\nTeich heard someone beside him start to breathe heavily. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw that Ash had thrown his head back and clenched his teeth trying to keep from moaning loudly. Several spurts of semen shot from the tip of the cat's cock, some of it splashing onto the gray pants of the male standing in front of him, and realizing this, the cat quickly shook the remnants of semen from the tip and hastily shoved his cock back into his pants. The owner of the soiled pants, who turned out to be a short ferret, felt something touch his leg and, trying to understand what had happened, turned to look at the panther with a mixture of irritation and disbelief. The panther made a surprised face and looked at the lion standing beside him. The ferret looked at the lion too. Teich, who was used to Ash always hiding behind his back, looked into the ferret's eyes, showed his teeth in an intimidating grin, and tensed the muscles of his chest and arms, giving his opponent an irresistible desire to turn away again and keep looking at the center of the square. \n\nRealizing that the danger was over, Ash winked playfully at the lion, pulled his cock out of his pants again, and continued to stroke it. Teich growled angrily, but did not argue with the panther a second time, turning his gaze back to the execution. \n\nThe panther was obviously not the only one enjoying what was happening. If the black masks of the rat and the bear did a good job of hiding their emotions, the baggy black pants made it worse, bulging noticeably. Not having the privilege of undressing like a horse, however, they could only continue their work, hoping to have some fun with the bodies after the show.\n\nThe second prisoner to confess turned out to be a tiger. There were about a dozen knife handles protruding from his body from waist to neck, and another blade the rat had placed against his chest on the left side and pressed down, driving the blade between his ribs. The executioner was clearly aiming for the prisoner's heart and should have hit, but either the tiger's heart was elsewhere or the magic was still working on him, keeping him from dying despite the obviously fatal wounds. Feeling pain many times worse than a heart attack, the striped male roared and, for the first time, tore his gaze away from the wolf and looked somewhere in the crowd. Teich looked in the same direction and saw a silhouette, apparently female, holding a clenched hand in a fist near her chest. The silhouette nodded, and the tiger again looked defiantly over his executioner's shoulder at the wolf.\n\n\"I admit my guilt,\" the tiger's growling voice was clear and confident, as if the knives in his body didn't bother him at all, \"and I ask to be punished by death.\"\n\n\"Your testimony has been accepted,\" the wolf replied contentedly, \"Your request has been considered and will be granted.\n\nThe rat picked up another knife from the floor, walked around the tiger from the front, put his hand on the condemned male's head for an easier hit, and raised his weapon for a blow, but was forced to postpone the execution. As a last act of resistance, the tiger spat in the face of his executioner with a mixture of blood and saliva accumulated in his mouth and stared into the eyes of his killer. Unable to remove the mask, the rat cursed softly and tried to wipe the stain with the back of his hand, but only smeared it on the cloth, and then, even more eager to finish what he had started, he took aim a second time and stabbed the tiger in the temple, putting all his anger into his hand. Surprisingly, the executioner, who was not endowed with physical strength, managed to penetrate the bone from the first time, but as if to make sure that the execution was really carried out, the rat stabbed the head several more times, causing convulsions throughout the tiger's body after each hit. Then, having finally finished torturing his victim and leaving the knife blade in the tiger's head, the rat stepped back and the sturdy body slumped lifelessly to the side.\n\n\"Fernand,\" the wolf called only the horse's name, knowing it would be enough. \n\nThe huge male began to pull the saliva-soaked dick out of the mouth of the mouse who had not stopped choking for what seemed like an eternity.\n\n\"Ple...\" the mouse began to plead again, even before she had regained her breath, but was cut off by her own coughing. The female saw several red clots, mixed with her saliva, fly out of her mouth and tasted metallic on her tongue. \n\n\"We are ready to stay here as long as it takes. You're only delaying yourself. And them,\" the wolf pointed at the other two captives, \"who knows if they still feel pain.\"\n\nTeich took a closer look at the bodies he had previously thought were dead. Both the tiger and what was left of the donkey, even though their brains had been destroyed, continued to twitch weakly from time to time, as if in a fading but never ending death spasm.\n\n\"I...\" the mouse looked at the other two bodies as well, \"I admit my guilt...\" then her pleading eyes turned back to the wolf, but there was no hint of pity in, \"And I ask to be punished by...\" the female hesitated, afraid to say the last word. A lump formed in her throat, she wanted to cry, but still found the strength, \"... death\".\n\n\"Your testimony has been accepted. Your request has been considered and will be granted. Fernand, you can finish what you started.\"\n\n\"No! Enough! I beg you! I've said it all!\" the mouse wailed until the horse pulled her head towards his cock again and grabbed her lower jaw, stopping her screams.\n\nFor the last time, the female felt the tip of the horse's cock pushing the walls of her throat apart as she began to choke again. The wolf removed the ring from his finger, the stone immediately ceasing to glow, attached it to a chain, and hung it back on his chest. The tiger and the donkey finally found peace and stopped moving, Teich felt a strange chill leave his body, and the mouse was really dying now. After a few minutes of agony, the condemned finally began to pass out, and before he fell into the long-awaited darkness, she felt her esophagus begin to fill with warm horse semen. \n\nThe executioner himself didn't even change his face, leaving the limp body hanging from his own shaft for a few more minutes to make sure the execution was complete, then simply let his victim go. The cock in her throat didn't let the dead mouse fall immediately, instead she slowly slid down under the weight of her own body, and only when the tip left her mouth did she finally collapse to the ground. The expression of a silent scream was forever frozen on her muzzle, her eyes remained wide open in pain, and a viscous white liquid with a bit of red began to flow slowly from her open mouth.\n\nHaving witnessed the last death of the evening, the wolf made a final speech to the crowd around him, but Teich's attention was drawn back to his partner.\n\n\"Oh yeah...can you imagine...drowning in horse semen...\" the panther came for the second time, once again clenching his teeth and barely able to utter the words.\n\nRealizing that the ferret in front of him would offer no resistance, Ash literally aimed for the pants this time, so that as much cum as possible would stick to the stranger's ass, though he still held himself back from moaning. The short male turned again, looking first into the satisfied face of the panther, and then down - this time Ash didn't bother and instead of hiding his cock, he waved it around, smiling sweetly at the ferret at the same time. The stranger's face showed so much anger and indignation, as if he had saved those emotions all his life for that exact moment, but after another look at the massive lion standing next to the panther, he didn't even dare to curse, instead turning away and starting to make his way somewhere through the crowd.\n\n\"Teich, let's get out of here. You wanted to find a tavern, didn't you? It's time to sleep,\" Ash elbowed his partner in the side, hiding his cock in his pants at the same time.\n\n\"Are you afraid he went after the guard?\"\n\n\"Why would I be? You'll protect me. But it's better not to get into trouble, let's go, let's go, the others are starting to leave as well.\"\n\nTeich rolled his eyes and growled, but walked off with Ash to find a place to sleep.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The two cats arrived in the city just as the sun was dipping below the horizon.

Ash, a black panther, was dressed in dark leather armor with a hood, made to look as much like everyday clothing as possible so as not to attract attention. His neck was covered with a scarf that could be pulled over his face like a mask, barely visible dagger hilts protruded from their sheaths on his belt, and a backpack with a hand crossbow attached to it slung across his back. All this gave the impression that he was an ordinary merchant who had chosen not to hire an escort and had prepared himself for the dangers that awaited his kind on the road. None of this should have raised suspicion, but the presence of the lion spoiled the beautiful disguise.

Teich, a proud cat with a sand-colored pelt, wore only pants, revealing his muscular chest and belly without a hint of shyness. His hand rested on the hilt of a two-handed sword sheathed on his belt - the lion was either preparing for possible trouble or about to create it. A lush mane covered his head, neck, and turned into a thin line between his pecs and rows of abs, running down and disappearing behind his belt. He carried a backpack about the same size as the panther's, but it didn't make him look like a peaceful merchant at all, if only because of the huge quiver with six javelins attached to it.

Normally, the arrival of such an unusual duo in a new place would draw stares and sometimes even interest from the guards, but this time was different: the darkening streets were empty. Too empty even for the late hours.

"Where is everyone?" Teich's voice sounded worried and he clenched the hilt of his sword tighter, "No one to even ask where the tavern is."

"Did you think the legends of the great lion gladiator had spread to these places?" The panther's voice dripped with irony, and a satisfied grin appeared on his black muzzle, "Expecting to be greeted with flowers by your admirers?"

"Funny," the mockery of the panther obviously didn't hurt the lion, but didn't bring any joy either, "I told you, this is a strange place. Something is not right here," Teich looked around and then pointed to one of the streets, "There are lights over there."

Used to his partner's commanding tone, Ash just shrugged and followed the lion.

Except for the frightening emptiness of the streets, the city was no different from the dozens of others Teich and Ash had visited in recent years: dilapidated, shabby houses, dirty streets, the smell of slop the locals poured out of their windows. Both males looked around, trying to find the reason for the lack of citizens, but the clue turned out to be quite simple - a crowd of townsfolk had gathered on the main square.

"Some kind of festival?" Teich asked without turning to the panther, as if talking to himself, "Why so late?"

"Let's find out. I don't mind a little fun. What might they be doing? Climbing a pole? Jumping over a fire? Shooting at targets?"

What was happening on the square was far from climbing, jumping, and shooting. Three prisoners were kneeling in the middle, bound hand and foot: a short gray mouse, a rather large red tiger with black stripes, and an average-sized gray donkey. All three were dressed in some tattered and dirty rags that vaguely resembled clothing, two of them visibly shaking, their eyes searching the crowd for support and help, and only the tiger looked forward defiantly. Next to them stood two men who seemed to be the opposite of each other: one was a rather short and thin rat, the other a tall and fat bear. These two were either guards or executioners, which was easy to tell from their black robes and the equally black cloth masks on their heads that almost completely covered their faces - only the eye holes revealed that there was someone inside those black costumes.

Opposite the three prisoners and the two guards stood a wolf. He wore rather simple but clean and high quality clothing - black pants with a belt and a white shirt tucked in, unbuttoned so that the middle of his chest was clearly visible. From a distance, the wolf looked gray, though those with keen eyesight could see that the male was actually black, with much of the fur on his head and visible parts of his body was white. The only reason for such a strange mixture of colors was age, but the expressive muscles the male was obviously trying to show the others by unbuttoning the top five buttons of his shirt, as well as his straight posture and a muzzle without a trace of wrinkles, said that the wolf was far from old. Despite his obviously noble origins, the only jewelry the wolf wore was a silver ring with a purple gem, which for some reason was not on his finger, but hung from a silver chain around his neck.

Standing beside the wolf was a horse of enormous size. In all the time that Teich and Ash had been walking through the city, they had not seen a single door that this monster could pass through without ducking. The horse was clad in black armor, clearly real, martial, not ceremonial, and he was leaning on a two-handed hammer as massive as himself, as if the warrior was preparing for a battle that was about to begin, even though the three prisoners could pose no threat to him, even if they could free themselves and attack at the same time

The crowd surrounded the six males and one female in a fairly even, wide circle. Some in the front held torches to illuminate the area, some spoke in whispers, but most just watched. Teich and Ash moved a little closer to get a better view of what was going on, trying not to jostle so as not to draw unwanted attention, and watched as the wolf continued to speak to the prisoners, occasionally turning and addressing the crowd.

"... and today those accused of crimes against the city and its citizens will be interrogated."

The wolf removed the silver ring from around his neck, took it off the chain and placed it on the middle finger of his right hand, causing the purple stone to glow slightly. The lion shivered, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"Can you feel it?" Teich asked his partner quietly.

"Feel what?"  Ash turned away from the sight and looked into the lion's worried face.

"It's like... it's like death," the lion said with a wince.

Meanwhile, the wolf in the center of the square, having finished his opening speech, turned to the kneeling donkey.

"As a guard, you should have set an example for this city," the wolf scolded the prisoner, as fathers usually reprimand misbehaving children, "but instead you got drunk and attacked your captain."

"I didn't mean to! He provoked me!" The donkey yelled in his defense, trying to get up, but the bear's big paw landed on his shoulder, and it seemed that its weight alone was enough to hold the frightened man in place.

"It's good that you don't try to deny your guilt," the wolf was completely calm, unlike the donkey, "but it's not enough. Your attack ended with two broken bones for your captain, and you, as far as I can see, are unharmed. Maybe you just need to understand what it feels like."

The wolf looked at the bear and nodded. Without waiting for further orders, the fat male stepped to the side to be just behind the prisoner, planted a foot on the back, and pushed with all his might, causing the bound body to fall onto its stomach. The donkey was of average height, a bit stocky, and despite the prison garb that disguised his form, a little extra fat could be seen on his body, but compared to the tall and fat bear that had easily knocked him to the ground, he seemed unusually fragile and defenseless.

"No, no, no! Don't!" the defendant realized what would happen next and tried to justify himself somehow to prevent his own suffering, "I've realized everything! It won't happen again."

The captive's pleas were abruptly cut short as the bear's foot stepped on his knee and pushed hard, destroying the joint under the weight of the large body. The donkey screamed in pain and tried to escape, but bound hand and foot, he could only wriggle from side to side, scratching his muzzle against the cobblestones and adding to his own pain.

The lion looked around at the crowd: some of the townspeople were clearly enjoying the spectacle, some were trying to look away, but no one risked interfering - there were no shouts of support for what was happening, nor any attempts to prevent it.

"We've got to stop this," the lion hissed, turning to his partner, but saw that the black cat was watching the spectacle with eyes bright with glee.

"Don't be stupid," Ash didn't even turn away from the square, "there are a lot of guards here, we can't fight them alone."

Teich was angry, but he couldn't argue. Looking around, he saw at least a few dozen armed men. Their equipment was simple: chain mail, helmets, one-handed swords and clubs - they looked like bandits or mercenaries, but the black paint that covered their equipment showed that they were indeed guards.

Meanwhile, having finished with the victim's right leg, the bear moved on to the left, first stepping on it, then slowly shifting his weight so that the crowd could hear the bones crunch under his paw. Leaving the executioner to do his work, the wolf began to announce the charges to the second prisoner, the tiger.

"We all came to your forge and paid money for your work, but it wasn't enough for you. You decided to take an order for weapons for the bandits. What did you want? To see your knives in the backs of honest citizens?"

The kneeling tiger did not answer, staring at the wolf.

"Well, you may be silent. We have brought you the weapon you forged. Perhaps it will remind you of something."

The wolf nodded to the rat behind the prisoner's back, and the second torture of the night began. The short executioner bent down, unrolled some sort of roll of thick cloth, and the clanking of metal could be heard even over the donkey's continued screams. Immediately, the rat took one of the knives, grabbed the tiger's shirt, and began to cut, leaving the kneeling male half-naked with just a few strokes of the sharp blade. By all appearances, the striped male was indeed a blacksmith: the quite developed musculature, and the once white fur on his belly that had become dirty gray from years of work, were the result of hard work. Against the backdrop of a rather large and well built cat, the rat looked small and weak, but the executioner was glad to have such a victim - having finished with the shirt, he pressed the point of the knife against the blacksmith's broad back and began to press, slowly digging metal into the flesh. The tiger gritted his teeth, trying not to show his own pain, but he couldn't hold out for long - when the first knife had penetrated the flesh to the hilt, the rat pulled out the second and began to insert it lower, at the level of the waist, causing a wild growl of pain.

The wolf, meanwhile, turned his attention to the last prisoner, but she began to make excuses before the charges against her had even been brought.

"Lord! Please!" Tears were clearly visible in the gray mouse's eyes, "I shouldn't be here, this is all a mistake!"

"Are you saying that the charges of prostitution against you are false?"

"Yes, Lord! I'm a mother of two children, how could I ever do such a thing?"

"Fernand," the wolf turned to the horse behind him, "I think the nature of the charges should be explained to the accused. Perhaps it will jog some memories in her."

The giant horse nodded and moved toward the prisoner, accompanied by the sound of clanging metal. Instincts told the female to run, she even tried to stand up while the two executioners were busy with other victims, but the bonds did not allow her to do anything. In the prison clothes that had obviously been made for much larger prisoners, no one could even see the outline of the mouse's body - if it had not been for the thin female voice, no one would have been able to tell if it was a male or a female hiding in the baggy clothes, but one thing was certain: she was incredibly small compared to the horse, and whatever the approaching executioner was going to do, there was nothing she could do about it.

Meanwhile, Fernand put his hand to the center of his chest, and the crowd could see nothing but magic: the horse's armor began to gradually fold, as if there were dozens or hundreds of small mechanisms inside. The fingers on the gauntlets seemed to open and retract inside, followed by the gauntlets themselves, revealing the horse's huge hands and showing that underneath the black armor was a white, spotless coat. At the same time, the visor of the helmet was lifted, and the helmet itself was removed from the head and pulled into the cuirass like a hood, revealing the horse's muzzle, also white, but disfigured by a large burn scar that covered his right cheek from mouth to eye. The armor on the horse's legs also began to unfold, revealing bare calves and then thighs, the thickness of which clearly showed that carrying the horse's enormous weight was no easy task. After the legs, a huge cock and a pair of heavy balls in a white fur pouch were revealed - perhaps it was impossible to wear any other clothing or even underwear under the magical armor, or the horse simply saw no reason to hide anything. The armor on the horse's broad back, his massive shoulders, and finally the last pieces of metal protecting his sculpted belly and muscular chest were folded like sheets of paper into a small amulet in the shape of a metal shield. The trinket was left hanging on a chain around the man's massive neck, looking like the equipment of a small toy soldier, taken from him for some reason to dangle incongruously between the horse's pectoral muscles. The perfect short white fur, enormous size and musculature made the warrior look like a statue come to life, with only the mark on his muzzle to draw attention and remind that this pile of muscles on hooves was a living creature.

The whole transformation happened so quickly that the mouse didn't even have time to make another excuse before the horse grabbed her head in his huge hand and pressed it against his groin, forcing her to inhale the pungent smell. The captive tried to pull away and free herself, but the forces were clearly unequal and the only thing she could do was rub her face against his cock and balls, giving the stallion even more pleasure. The size of the horse's cock, not even fully swollen with blood, was comparable to a mouse's hand and with it so close to her head it was clear that she simply would not be able to take it without damage, but apparently that could not stop the stallion from following orders.

Still holding the gray head with one hand, he forcibly opened the mouse's mouth with the other, wide enough to cause sharp pain but not to dislocate her jaw, inserted the tip of his penis, and began to pull the captive's mouth onto his shaft. The mouse felt something begin to stretch the walls of her throat and immediately choked, but the executioner just kept pushing the hardening flesh inward, neither increasing nor decreasing the speed, until his balls finally touched her chin. Panicked, the female continued to try to free herself, but the horse held her down seemingly effortlessly, securing her mouth to keep the teeth from scratching the sensitive flesh. The huge male didn't need to do anything else - the contractions of the female's throat as she struggled to breathe and the movements of her snout lightly tickling his groin were enough for him to get all he needed.

The other two captives were suffering just as much. The donkey's legs looked as if there were no bones left in them, his pants were soaked with blood, and he kept screaming and trying to crawl away from the raging bear, but nothing could stop the torture. Having finished with the lower limbs, the executioner kicked his toy's body with his paw, flipping the man onto the back, and continued his work. Now lying on his back, the donkey could see exactly what was happening to him, and it brought him no relief - the bear's next target was the suspect's groin, and another, this time incredibly loud, scream echoed across the square even before the foot touched the sensitive flesh, turning into a shriek as the genitals began to turn to mush and the pelvic bones cracked from the pressure.

Rat, for his part, didn't stop working either. After sticking a few more knives into the tiger's back, the executioner moved to the front of the kneeling man. Because of the difference in height, the rat didn't even have to bend down much to stick a second blade into his victim's once-white belly. The tiger continued to hold back his emotions, trying not to give the wolf too much pleasure, but every now and then his growls could be heard clearly over the donkey's screams. Blood ran down the striped male's back and belly, dripping onto the rocks and into the gaps between them, some red liquid running from his mouth and nose, but his expression didn't change - he still stared at the wolf with the same viciousness, as if trying to pierce him with his gaze.

"What the fuck are you doing?" The lion hissed angrily through his teeth at his partner, trying not to draw the attention of the others.

Taking advantage of the crowd's eyes being focused on the main event, the panther managed to unbutton his pants and actively stroked his cock with his hand.

"Do you need the name of the process or to describe its essence?" the panther hissed in response, mimicking the lion and not stopping the movement of his hand.

"They're dying!" Teich sounded increasingly irritated, though he didn't raise the volume of his voice, "How can you like this shit?"

"Just imagine... a huge paw crushing your balls..." the panther closed his eyes as if he wanted to feel what he was describing, "a knife ripping open your stomach and releasing acid that starts burning everything around inside... a dick in your throat..."

"Shut your damn mouth!" clearly none of the ideas inspired the lion, "Do you want to fucking die?"

"Not right now," Ash opened his eyes again and immediately winked at the lion, "But if I do, then like this."

"Fuck..." Teich just rolled his eyes, not knowing how to continue this conversation.

"Oh, come on. Anyway, you're wrong, they don't die. Look," the panther nodded to the mouse, whose throat was noticeably bulging from the horse's fully erect penis, "she's obviously not breathing. I think that thing is reaching her chest, and it's been like that for minutes. She should be dead by now, but she hasn't even passed out."

"What the hell?" The lion's tone changed slightly from angry to interested, "Some kind of magic, too?"

"Yes," the panther nodded, "I think it's a wolf ring. That's probably why you felt something when he put it on his hand."

The dick really did reach the victim's chest - the horse could literally feel the mouse's heart beating furiously with its tip. Hardly anyone could take it that deep into their mouth without risking death, but even though it must have felt incredibly good, there was no emotion on the executioner's face - it was as if he was just doing his job, as if he were some kind of instrument that shouldn't or couldn't feel anything. The prisoner, on the other hand, felt everything all too clearly. Her throat encircled the cock so tightly that she could feel every throb of the pulsing flesh. The female couldn't get a drop of air. The infernal burning in her lungs spoke of near death, but something was actually keeping her awake, forcing her to experience the agony every second of the horrific torture until the wolf finally gave her a brief respite.

“Fernand, let's see if the accused wants to give new testimony.”

Not daring to disobey, the horse moved his hips backward, simultaneously pulling his victim's head in the opposite direction, slowly withdrawing the massive, saliva-glistening cock from the female's mouth. As soon as the tip left her throat, she reflexively inhaled as much air as her lungs could hold and immediately coughed. The female wanted to fall to the ground, there was no strength to keep her balance, but a firm hand on her head held her in place.

"So?" The wolf's voice was still calm. Unlike the mouse, he didn't care how long this show would last. He had plenty of time.

"Please, Lord!" The mouse looked pleadingly into the gray predator's eyes, "Please! My children! They have no one else! Please! I really haven't done anything wrong!" The captive's voice was hoarse, but surprisingly loud despite what had just happened to her throat.

"Fernand, please continue."

"No! No! No! No!" The mouse began to squirm again in the horse's grip, but that didn't delay the torture for a second.

This time the horse drove his cock in much faster, slamming his balls into the victim's chin. Like a massive white wall, the rapist's belly once more blocked out most of the light for the mouse, and she began to choke again, but could only twitch weakly in the executioner's grip, hoping that the rows of white fur covered muscles would move away as soon as possible to give her some air. Like last time, the horse plunged his cock to its base and did nothing more, leaving all the work to the reflexive contractions of his victim's throat.

The bear, meanwhile, had to do all the work himself. Tired of the donkey's constant attempts to crawl away, the fat male repeated with his captive's arms what he had done with his legs, turning them into useless dangling bloody appendages. The donkey was in constant hellish pain that he simply could not get used to. Bone fragments protruded from the mess that had once been his arms and legs. His body was shattered below the waist. His life was over. Even if the torture would stop right now, he would be taken to a healer and by some miracle he would not die - the donkey would not even be able to roll over on the bed to the other side, but the bear was going to take even that small chance away from him. All of the executioner's previous actions had been slow and measured, as if he was trying to inflict as much pain on his victim as possible, but now he decided to change tactics and, approaching the body lying on the floor, he jumped up and landed with both paws on the donkey's belly. The lying male felt as if something had burst inside him in several places, he tasted his own insides in his mouth and could no longer resist the pain.

"Sto-o-op it! Please! I admit it!"

The bear looked at the wolf as if waiting for an order and, receiving a nod in response, stepped away from the mutilated body, leaving bloody footprints on the cobblestones.

"I... admit my guilt… and…" the donkey paused between words, either afraid to say them or trying to remember the text, "I ask... to be punished... by death..."

"Your testimony is accepted," the wolf smiled, "Your request has been considered and will be granted."

The wolf gave another nod to the bear. The donkey continued to stare at the gray man's satisfied face until the paw of the executioner leaning over him grabbed his face, completely blocking his vision. The bear took hold of the donkey's head, lifted it slightly, and then slammed the skull hard against the stones that paved the square. Then the bear struck again, and the bones of the skull cracked, but that was not enough. The executioner continued to beat the prisoner, as if trying to crack a large nut, until the shell finally gave way. Then the bear straightened up and finished the job with another leap, finally crushing the skull and spilling some of the brain onto the cold stones.

Teich heard someone beside him start to breathe heavily. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw that Ash had thrown his head back and clenched his teeth trying to keep from moaning loudly. Several spurts of semen shot from the tip of the cat's cock, some of it splashing onto the gray pants of the male standing in front of him, and realizing this, the cat quickly shook the remnants of semen from the tip and hastily shoved his cock back into his pants. The owner of the soiled pants, who turned out to be a short ferret, felt something touch his leg and, trying to understand what had happened, turned to look at the panther with a mixture of irritation and disbelief. The panther made a surprised face and looked at the lion standing beside him. The ferret looked at the lion too. Teich, who was used to Ash always hiding behind his back, looked into the ferret's eyes, showed his teeth in an intimidating grin, and tensed the muscles of his chest and arms, giving his opponent an irresistible desire to turn away again and keep looking at the center of the square.

Realizing that the danger was over, Ash winked playfully at the lion, pulled his cock out of his pants again, and continued to stroke it. Teich growled angrily, but did not argue with the panther a second time, turning his gaze back to the execution.

The panther was obviously not the only one enjoying what was happening. If the black masks of the rat and the bear did a good job of hiding their emotions, the baggy black pants made it worse, bulging noticeably. Not having the privilege of undressing like a horse, however, they could only continue their work, hoping to have some fun with the bodies after the show.

The second prisoner to confess turned out to be a tiger. There were about a dozen knife handles protruding from his body from waist to neck, and another blade the rat had placed against his chest on the left side and pressed down, driving the blade between his ribs. The executioner was clearly aiming for the prisoner's heart and should have hit, but either the tiger's heart was elsewhere or the magic was still working on him, keeping him from dying despite the obviously fatal wounds. Feeling pain many times worse than a heart attack, the striped male roared and, for the first time, tore his gaze away from the wolf and looked somewhere in the crowd. Teich looked in the same direction and saw a silhouette, apparently female, holding a clenched hand in a fist near her chest. The silhouette nodded, and the tiger again looked defiantly over his executioner's shoulder at the wolf.

"I admit my guilt," the tiger's growling voice was clear and confident, as if the knives in his body didn't bother him at all, "and I ask to be punished by death."

"Your testimony has been accepted," the wolf replied contentedly, "Your request has been considered and will be granted.

The rat picked up another knife from the floor, walked around the tiger from the front, put his hand on the condemned male's head for an easier hit, and raised his weapon for a blow, but was forced to postpone the execution. As a last act of resistance, the tiger spat in the face of his executioner with a mixture of blood and saliva accumulated in his mouth and stared into the eyes of his killer. Unable to remove the mask, the rat cursed softly and tried to wipe the stain with the back of his hand, but only smeared it on the cloth, and then, even more eager to finish what he had started, he took aim a second time and stabbed the tiger in the temple, putting all his anger into his hand. Surprisingly, the executioner, who was not endowed with physical strength, managed to penetrate the bone from the first time, but as if to make sure that the execution was really carried out, the rat stabbed the head several more times, causing convulsions throughout the tiger's body after each hit. Then, having finally finished torturing his victim and leaving the knife blade in the tiger's head, the rat stepped back and the sturdy body slumped lifelessly to the side.

"Fernand," the wolf called only the horse's name, knowing it would be enough.

The huge male began to pull the saliva-soaked dick out of the mouth of the mouse who had not stopped choking for what seemed like an eternity.

"Ple..." the mouse began to plead again, even before she had regained her breath, but was cut off by her own coughing. The female saw several red clots, mixed with her saliva, fly out of her mouth and tasted metallic on her tongue.

"We are ready to stay here as long as it takes. You're only delaying yourself. And them," the wolf pointed at the other two captives, "who knows if they still feel pain."

Teich took a closer look at the bodies he had previously thought were dead. Both the tiger and what was left of the donkey, even though their brains had been destroyed, continued to twitch weakly from time to time, as if in a fading but never ending death spasm.

"I..." the mouse looked at the other two bodies as well, "I admit my guilt..." then her pleading eyes turned back to the wolf, but there was no hint of pity in, "And I ask to be punished by..." the female hesitated, afraid to say the last word. A lump formed in her throat, she wanted to cry, but still found the strength, "... death".

"Your testimony has been accepted. Your request has been considered and will be granted. Fernand, you can finish what you started."

"No! Enough! I beg you! I've said it all!" the mouse wailed until the horse pulled her head towards his cock again and grabbed her lower jaw, stopping her screams.

For the last time, the female felt the tip of the horse's cock pushing the walls of her throat apart as she began to choke again. The wolf removed the ring from his finger, the stone immediately ceasing to glow, attached it to a chain, and hung it back on his chest. The tiger and the donkey finally found peace and stopped moving, Teich felt a strange chill leave his body, and the mouse was really dying now. After a few minutes of agony, the condemned finally began to pass out, and before he fell into the long-awaited darkness, she felt her esophagus begin to fill with warm horse semen.

The executioner himself didn't even change his face, leaving the limp body hanging from his own shaft for a few more minutes to make sure the execution was complete, then simply let his victim go. The cock in her throat didn't let the dead mouse fall immediately, instead she slowly slid down under the weight of her own body, and only when the tip left her mouth did she finally collapse to the ground. The expression of a silent scream was forever frozen on her muzzle, her eyes remained wide open in pain, and a viscous white liquid with a bit of red began to flow slowly from her open mouth.

Having witnessed the last death of the evening, the wolf made a final speech to the crowd around him, but Teich's attention was drawn back to his partner.

"Oh yeah...can you imagine...drowning in horse semen..." the panther came for the second time, once again clenching his teeth and barely able to utter the words.

Realizing that the ferret in front of him would offer no resistance, Ash literally aimed for the pants this time, so that as much cum as possible would stick to the stranger's ass, though he still held himself back from moaning. The short male turned again, looking first into the satisfied face of the panther, and then down - this time Ash didn't bother and instead of hiding his cock, he waved it around, smiling sweetly at the ferret at the same time. The stranger's face showed so much anger and indignation, as if he had saved those emotions all his life for that exact moment, but after another look at the massive lion standing next to the panther, he didn't even dare to curse, instead turning away and starting to make his way somewhere through the crowd.

"Teich, let's get out of here. You wanted to find a tavern, didn't you? It's time to sleep," Ash elbowed his partner in the side, hiding his cock in his pants at the same time.

"Are you afraid he went after the guard?"

"Why would I be? You'll protect me. But it's better not to get into trouble, let's go, let's go, the others are starting to leave as well."

Teich rolled his eyes and growled, but walked off with Ash to find a place to sleep.
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