Meet Me in the Casino

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Amazing art by: Linkinmonroe

The night had been quite dark and the drive to the casino had made things even darker. Despite the bright flashing lights, the dazzling displays of whimsy and fountains that were spurting streams of water in intricate patterns, no one dreaded this particular visitation more then Greg.   
 
  The horse had gotten out of his car and was making his way towards the building's entrance. Normally he was confident and acted like the handsome stud that he thought himself to be, but tonight could very well be his last on this planet. That thought alone was sobering and it was enough to make him feel more than a little deflated. Still, he had a responsibility to himself and his family, a wife and daughter. If he remained a coward, he would lose them all and everything else.   
 
  Greg was a stallion of about thirty years old. He was athletic and lean, though not overly buff, but he was good looking, at least that's what his wife and friends often told him. Back in college he could get any woman that he wanted and was prone to even having multiple partners through the span of a week, so he never doubted any of the compliments.   
 
  Once inside, the equine didn't really know what to do. He looked around the casino as he drifted farther in, walking over to where a fancy old car was set on a slowly rotating pedestal. It was obviously for show, a plaque on a pole claimed to be the first car that the casino owner ever bought and then some inspirational quote down at the bottom. Greg couldn't help but glare at the vehicle and for a moment he contemplated hawking a wad of spit on the nice, shiny paint, but before he could someone came up from behind him.   
 
  “Come with me,” came a rough, growling voice, causing the horse to turn around and see a very burly doberman. Greg felt small next to this man, despite him being three inches taller than the dog. His fine black and brown coat shone in the overhead lights. He wore a short sleeved shirt that clung to his body and greatly accentuated his biceps, and a vest that read 'security' across the chest. A dark pair of sunglasses settled over the canine's muzzle obscured his eyes and a clear wire connected the inside of his shirt to his ear. His name tag read: DeSoto.
 
  The horse swallowed hard and nodded, the canine intimidating him into silence. When the dog turned and began to walk off towards a set of doors, Greg followed quite closely. The horse had been to this casino many times before, he knew its outlay pretty well but where they were going now was forbidden to everyone that weren't a part of the casino's staff.   
 
  The lights and chiming sounds of the slot machines and music drifted away as the two took a winding path of hallways and stairs around to what must have been the very deep recesses of the establishment. Greg felt himself withdraw further into himself as silence encased them. Along the way they didn't even see other staff members, it was like a deserted area that had been forgotten, though things still looked very tidy. More ghost town than Mad Max.   
 
  DeSoto made the way to an elevator that was completely painted red and only had one button on it. He pressed it and the doors came open, but he didn't step inside. Instead, he gestured for the horse to go in first, likely making sure that Greg didn't decide to run off if given the chance, as this was the last door before they got to the casino's owner. If the horse was one thing, it was at least brave. He walked in and was followed by the doberman. Another button pushed inside began to make them go up.
    No music played and the quietness of the ride up was very uncomfortable. Greg glanced at the doberman from the side and saw that the towering canine was staring forward and not moving like some sort of robot. Greg opened his mouth to say something but hesitated. He fought over what she should say, but in the end went with what what was nagging the most at the back of hid mind.   
 
  “So what's going to happen to me when we see Bruce?” he asked timidly. The doberman didn't answer, didn't even flinch. It was like he didn't even hear what the horse had said. The dog's steely exterior made the equine stay silent for the rest of the trip up, not even looking at him until they rolled to a stop and the doors came open.   
 
  Again, Greg was forced to step out first with DeSoto coming up on the rear. The room that they had come out into was a nice, open space with couches lining the right wall while a large bar dominated the other side. This was Bruce's private room where he often brought hookers and clients that wanted to buy his drugs. It also doubled as a safe house in case the police came around, though he had most on his payroll to let him do whatever he wanted.   
 
  At the center of the room was a small, circular stage with a stripped pole set at the center of it. A wrap around couch dominated half of the viewing area of the stage, and set right at the center of it was a figure that Greg had known quite well.   
 
  Bruce was a thick crocodile that was similar in size to DeSoto, though not nearly as fit. A gut hung from over his waist and he didn't really come off as the type that worked out at all. No, his muscle came from often having to do dirty work for his own business. He was dressed very well, black pants clung to his wide legs, a gray dress shirt and a black coat hung over his shoulders. A myriad of gold chains hung from around his neck, an amount that made Greg's neck hurt just by looking at it.   
 
  From the side of Bruce's huge jaws was a smoldering cigar, the crocodile's yellow, crescent eyes fixated on a dancing body that was twirling about the stage in front of him. As Greg got closer he came to realize that the dancer wasn't a girl, but instead an incredibly effeminate male that had wide hips and a sleek form that could have easily been mistaken for a woman. He was a fennec, and the way he danced around was memorizing, especially with how his large, fluffy tail trailed behind him with every motion that he made.   
 
  When Greg and DeSoto got close enough however, the croc's leering gaze shifted to them and locked right onto the horse's eyes. The equine froze in place when that happened, the hair on the back of his neck beginning to stand on end. Bruce was a very powerful individual, and not just physically. He could make people disappear without a problem and no one in the city could challenge him about it. In truth, it was he that ruled over everyone, even the mayor didn't want to come close to stepping on his tail.   
 
  Bruce took a deep puff of his cigar and then pulled it from his jagged teeth with a thumb and forefinger. “DeSoto!” he called out happily, smoke trailing from his maw as if he had just swallowed a bunch of coals that were being extinguished on his tongue. “You've brought me a gift. How sweet of you.” The croc replaced the cigar back in his mouth and grunted as he stood up. The dancing fennec seemed to get the cue that he was done and stopped to face his employer. Bruce dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He dug within its fold and withdrew several bills and curled them into a cylinder before handing the wad over to the dancer.   
 
  “Get out of here, but come back in a couple hours, sweetheart, got it?” he thrummed with a grin. The fennec knelt on the stage and nodded. He accepted the money and then leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on the crocodile's snout before hoping off. As the fox trotted past, Greg couldn't help but keep his eyes locked on the lithe, sexy male. He wasn't wearing anything, save for a thong that did a terrible job of concealing a somewhat large buttplug that was fit firm in his hole.   
 
  “So!” Bruce roared, making the horse snap back to attention and stare at the scaly male as he stepped a bit closer. “Glad you came, Greg, I'd have hated to send DeSoto to your house. There's no real reason we have to involve your wife and kid in this mess, right?” he asked and made his way over to the bar as he took another puff of his cigar and then knocked the ash nonchalantly onto the floor.   
 
  “R-right,” Greg replied.   
 
  “Good! I'm so glad you agree,” Bruce rumbled as he took out a couple glasses and began to go about mixing two separate drinks. “DeSoto isn't exactly the cleanest guy, you know? I've never seen some of the messes he makes but I have heard rumors and some police reports. Your wife and daughter are far too cute for any of that,” he chuckled as he finished the drinks. Greg could feel the doberman's looming presence behind him. “Oh, and how is Sue and Bethany? Gosh, she has to be eight now, right?” He strolled out from behind the bar.   
 
  “Uhhh...yeah...” Greg whispered as the large croc approached from the front and held out one of the glasses. “Oh...uh no thank you, sir,” he said. Bruce paused and the horse felt DeSoto stiffen right behind him. The croc cock his head a little and then turned his gaze onto the equine, his eyes narrowed into a glare. The cigar bloomed a fresh cherry and then a ploom of smoke rushed from the his nostrils and straight into the equine's face like a dragon. He wanted to cough and blink away the tears that quickly formed but he fought both urges.   
 
  “You know...it's awfully rude to refuse a drink from me in a place that so few get to visit,” he hissed.   
 
  Greg swallowed hard and nodded his head. “I'm sorry,” he replied and then took a hold of the glass that was still held out to him. A smile seemed to cross the reptile's toothy mouth.   
 
  “Good! We'd hate to have our night end because of a goodhearted gesture like that, right?” Bruce chuckled and took the cigar from his mouth after giving another puff and then set the still burning end of it firmly against the horse's neck.   
 
  Greg let out a pained whinny that he tried frantically to stifle. He clenched his tearing eyes shut hard and turned his head away opposite of where he was being burned. Bruce didn't stop smothering the cigar until he was sure that it was out and then threw the mashed thing into the equine's glass. The wound still hissed and smoked, the fur charred and black just like his flesh.   
 
  “Be glad that I didn't smash that glass over your fucking head!” the croc roared and turned away from the horse as he took a sip of his drink and let the smoke trail from his huge jaws. “You know, I had a lot of trust that you'd be able to keep up with the payment schedule that I set out for you. It was small and fair and I aint even charging you interest on the massive debt that you owe me! I'm better than a fucking bank!” He seethed as he went back to the couch and turned around to plop down onto his seat.   
 
  “You know, it's obviously my fault. Clearly I have too much fucking trust that the threat of some fuckin' broken bones and maybe a dead relative would keep you sending a meager check to me once a month, but clearly that's just too much to fucking handle,” he continued on and drank deeply from his glass. “But I didn't break any of your bones, and I haven't killed anyone that you love, Greg. Yet.” he clarified. “Because you're still useful to me. And I kind of like you too, you're good lookin' and DeSoto has told me that he kind of has a crush on you.”
 
  Greg stiffened again as he heard those last couple of words and he turned his head to look back at the doberman. The canine's head was turned to look up at the equine, a grin spread over his lips and showing off every pearly white tooth, all of them seemingly sharpened to a knife edge.   
 
  “Fucking Christ!” Bruce angrily laughed and lightly nudged his forehead against the side of his nearly empty glass. “You know, it's almost just as rude to not fucking drink the drink that I gave you as not accepting it when I offered it!” he shouted and gestured to the untouched glass in the horse's grasp.
 
  Greg looked down at the swirling amber fluid and the cigar end that floated among the sparse ice cubes. Ash and pieces of tobacco floated on the surface, but despite the unsettling image that it was, the horse still tipped the glass up to his lips and took a nice, big gulp. It tasted just as bad as it looked, but the alcohol luckily drowned out a lot of the grossness of the cigar pieces. One drink and half the contents were gone, a second drink did in the last of the amber alcohol.   
 
  “Finally enjoying my generous hospitality!” the croc laughed and cleared his throat. “Come here, both of you.” Greg began forward uneasily, his head suddenly feeling a little light. DeSoto nudged him on and the two came to be next to the stage. Bruce nonchalantly rubbed some sleep from his eye and flicked it away while he spoke. “Take your clothes off, Greg.”
 
  The stallion blinked in confusion at the croc's words, particularly about how serious and not at all joking they were. He hesitated, which Bruce noticed and he trained his yellow gaze on the equine as if to dare him to question a request again. He began to strip down right away, first his shirt came off, and then his pants.   
 
  “You see, Greg, your usefulness might not be the most apparent thing, but to me it is. You can still get back into my good graces but you have to do a few things first. Now, I have cameras all over this place. Quite a few of them have caught you sucking dick where you think no one can see,” the croc chuckled and leaned back easily against the couch. Greg paused and looked at the large reptile with shock as a blush quickly began to spread over his face.   
 
  “But don't worry, I aint gunna show your wife any of the footage. If I wanted something bad to happen to you I'd do a lot worse than trying to get her to divorce you,” Bruce said with a smirk. “No, I've got a mission or two all set up. And best of all, you're gunna be workin' nice and close with my main man DeSoto here.” It was about then that Greg felt the doberman's presence once more and he turned to see that the dog was in the midst of pulling off his own clothes.
 
  The doberman was a work of muscular art. His tight fitting shirt peeled off of his torso, revealing rippled abs that came down to a flat pelvis and angular hips. His chest was broad with neck muscles that were like ramps down to his shoulders that seemed bulbous enough that if he wanted to, he could lift Greg over his head with ease. Given the size of his arms, there wasn't much the doberman probably couldn't do to the horse.   
 
  His Pants were pushed down as well, and every piece of clothing that was taken away was folded and set off to the side with care. Toned leg muscles bulged as he shifted about, and finally his briefs were shoved all the way down as well, showing off a plump canid sheath and balls that were perfectly round and just begging to be nuzzled.   
 
  The last thing to be removed was his sunglasses, and with them gone his dark brown eyes could drink in the other male's figure like it were a refreshing sip of water. A definitive hunger was held by the security guard. The sight of such a studly individual had Greg's heart pounding fast and blood was quickly beginning to rush between his own legs. His boxers started to tent ever so slightly in the front.   
 
  Though one thing was for sure: Everything said about Greg was true. Despite him having a wife and a kid, he had always been a closeted cock sucker and submissive to any thick piece of dick that wanted a time in his ass. One of his favorite things to do was to lure wealthy men out of the casino to fuck them for some extra cash, a practice that he considered to be win-win.   
 
  Now that Greg was getting a full eye full of the domineering canine he began to feel hot and a bit frightened at the same time. The horse didn't realize that he had been staring at the dog until the croc's voice broke through to his mind. “I said to strip out of everything,” Bruce snapped. Greg blinked and remember that he hadn't yet taken off his boxers. He slid his thumbs slowly into the hem of his underwear and began pushing them down.   
 
  Bruce watched as the last article came off and he stroked his pointed tongue along his teeth, the equine now entirely nude. DeSoto came up behind the horse and set both paws on the other's shoulders. The contact of those large appendages made Greg stiffen and swallow hard. Quietness descended upon all three of them as Bruce and DeSoto enjoyed the image of the naked newcomer.   
 
  Greg's fur pattern was a simple, white undercoat with large splotches of light brown that were seemingly random about his form. He wasn't really anything out of the ordinary, though he did have a round butt that the dog couldn't keep his eyes off of. The horse could feel the other's hungry gaze on him as well, and he attempted to set both hands in front of his crotch but the croc gave a low growl.
 
  “All right, both of you up on the stage,” Bruce demanded. DeSoto gave the stallion a nudge and he stumbled forward against the uplifted platform. He swallowed hard before he climbed up, abandoning trying to keep himself covered. Once he was on his feet he steadied himself against the pole but found that the sturdy metal beam was being retracted into the floor, commanded by a small remote that Bruce had produced from his pocket.   
 
  In a stunning show of physical prowess, DeSoto leaped up onto the stage with what seemed like ease and stepped to stand behind the horse once again. Bruce seemed to be quiet pleased with the two of them so close to each other, his mouth turned up in a devious smirk. “Well good then. Greg, since you will be accompanying DeSoto on the upcoming mission, and since DeSoto has been such a good, loyal security guard for me I've decided to give him a treat while you two get nice and acquainted. I hope you don't mind getting your ass fucked while I watch,” he said casually. “Not that I'm really into the whole man-on-man thing, but I do like to make sure the job is done right.”
 
  DeSoto's paws found Greg's shoulders again, and the dog leaned in to the equine's ear with his teeth displayed in another eager grin. “Turn around and get on your knees,” the deep, powerful voice rumbled. The horse didn't hesitate or question the demand, he simply did what was requested of him. He turned and went to his knees in the same motion, his back now turned to the croc who got an eyeful of those hanging orbs and nice, thick anal ring.   
 
  The doberman cupped his paw around the back of Greg's head and pulled him closer to the point that his nose was pushed up firmly against the dog's balls and sheath. He took a deep breath of those musky orbs and another surge of blood went to his growing equine cock.   
 
  With his other paw DeSoto pulled back his own sheath and revealed a hardening dog dick to the stallion. He laid the sticky length across the submissive male's nose, forcing him to breath in that naughty scent before he guided the tip to Greg's mouth. He pulled the length between his lips without a second thought, his broad tongue drawing licks across its rapidly hardening surface. In one move Greg was forced to deep throat that engorged member, his head bobbing slowly as the paw at the back of his head took hold of his mane and was guiding the movement.   
 
  It didn't take long for Greg to begin doing the motion of his own volition. With his hands placed on either side of the doberman's hips, his maw drew excitedly back and forth on that impressive shaft, at least a good ten inches of rigid length that was making him swoon from the intoxicating taste. DeSoto moaned out and turned his head up as he felt the other's tongue wrap around his girth and stroke him from base to tip as he would draw his mouth back.   
 
  Just from the start of their fun, Bruce was already enjoying the show. Seeing the handsome stallion sucking off his head of security was making blood rush to his own dick, and the front of his pants were tenting and aching. He undid their front and withdrew his own reptilian dick, its girth growing to a full hardness as he began to stroke it in tandem with Greg's head movements.   
 
  The horse let out a wet slurp and smack of his lips as he momentarily pulled DeSoto's cock from his mouth and then drifted his lips lower to suckle and fawn over those hefty balls. Meanwhile his hand came in and stroked that rock hard cock, smearing it in saliva and lathering it from tip to base as he stroked rather quickly. The doberman had even begun to buck his hips from the expert treatment, and both the doberman and croc were pleasantly surprised with Greg's tenacity.   
 
  “Enough with the foreplay, DeSoto,” Bruce hissed, his hand working over his shaft rather vigorously. The dog nodded his head and looked down a his submissive pet. He grabbed another fistful of mane and pulled Greg's hungry mouth away from his assets so that he could meet DeSoto's gaze.   
 
  “Turn around and bend over,” the dog barked and then let go by pushing Greg's head away. The stallion began turning around right away, going down on his hands and knees like a faithful bitch might. His tail was hiked high and his thighs were undoubtedly spread like a woman might had she been anticipating getting her cunt fucked. But then again, the equine was being a very good slut.   
 
  Greg's head lulled over the edge of the stage by just a bit and his eyes were turned back over his shoulder to watch his domineering partner come closer. DeSoto knelt down behind the other male and gave his ass a quick smack. Greg jumped and gave a short neigh since he wasn't quite expecting it. With one paw on the other's backside spreading his cheeks and the other holding his cock steady, DeSoto planted his member to the other's tailhole and began pushing inside.   
 
  The two ended up surprising each other. For one, DeSoto wasn't expecting an equine to have as tight of an ass that Greg had, and likewise the horse wasn't expecting there to be such a tight fit when it came to being penetrated by this dog. It was painfully obvious that he had underestimated. Greg's vision had wavered and didn't want to focus as he felt his hole get stretched surprisingly taught by the invading member.   
 
  When his eyes did finally focus, the stallion realized that he was just a foot or two away from Bruce's own magnificent member. All the croc would have to do would be to stand up and jam that fat reptile shaft down his throat. Just the thought of it was making Greg salivate, but it never came to pass. Bruce was perfectly content with just watching.   
 
  After the two had adjusted to each other, DeSoto began moving. It started out slow but was quick to progress into something that was quite a bit more aggressive. Greg's hands gripped the edge of the stage and his tongue lolled from his mouth while the doberman took a firm hold of his hips and began to pull the equine back every time he would thrust his hips forward. The result was a clapping sound that filled the rather large room.   
 
  Greg arched his back and his mouth hung open. Lustful pants drifted from his lips with each breath as the familiar, exquisite feeling of his backside getting pounded returned to him. His cock was quick to get hard, blood rushing to fill out the full eighteen inch shaft with precum dripping from the flat tip and spattering the stage floor.   
 
  A strong paw reached out and grabbed the back of the equine's head and pulled back, forcing the horse to lift from his hands. DeSoto was increasing his pace and power behind every thrust. Precum was flooding the inside of Greg's body, making him feel warmer by the second. The muscles along the doberman's upper body were flexed and straining to maintain his pace, which wasn't at all difficult given how often this particular act seemed to happen.   
 
  While Greg's eyes had drifted shut, DeSoto's were open and trained along the equine's back. The rhythmic way his boy would jostle as the dog's cock would fill out his ass, those warm, tight depths clinging to his rod and refusing to let go. Every movement brought with it a cascade of sensations that wound up through DeSoto's body like fingers of electricity. He drew his free paw back from holding onto the stallion's side and smacked him hard across the ass again, eliciting another pleasured whinny.   
 
  Bruce watched with increasing enjoyment. He liked seeing DeSoto get a treat every now and then, and he also liked to watch bitches get fucked right in front of him. It made him feel strong, second only to fucking them himself. Perhaps he would give the horse a taste of his own shaft and take his guard's sloppy seconds, but not right now. At the moment, he was content with just watching the horse's rim get pummeled.   
 
  “Hey, DeSoto,” the croc chuckled as a thought came into his mind. “Make him suck his own cock.” Greg opened his eyes a crack and looked at the scaly man in confusion, but suddenly the dog began to move and change position. The paw that gripped his mane let and and both of the dog's arms hooked around his belly. In one smooth motion the horse was pulled back against the canine's chest as DeSoto splayed his legs and sat down, balancing Greg on his lap. Forced into a curled up reverse cowgirl state, the dog began bucking back up inside of his body with the same powerful movements as before.   
 
  Suddenly the canine's paw gripped the base of the horsecock while the other went to the back of Greg's head. The equine was forced to lean down and his face made contact with the tip of his own throbbing member. Amid the upward thrusting he was treated to his own tip battering against his nose. Being the size that he was, he was easily able to suck his own cock, and so he opened his mouth to comply with what the croc wanted.   
 
  A pleasured neigh muffled around the pulsing dick as he began to get a bit more fevered with the auto fellatio. With the natural push from DeSoto's strong ramming combined with him forcing the equine's head down, a decent portion of Greg's cock was fit into his own mouth. The sight brought a pleasured laugh from the croc, seeing the submissive male contorted in such a way was like having a dream come true as he had never seen such an act before.   
 
  DeSoto found renewed vigor as he bean to drive his hips up as hard as he could into the horse's willing ass. At this new angle his cock was grinding against the other's prostate, sending waves of euphoria through the willing submissive and causing his hole to clench and bare down even harder than before. It was an incredible feeling, one that had him growling every moan and quickly approaching his orgasm.   
 
  Greg was feeling a similar sensation. He sucked away at the crown of his dick and bobbed his head like his wife would often do to him, or how he might do to other men. He swirled his tongue about the sensitive surface and the building pressure within his lower belly began to become too much for him to handle. His breathing became even more labored as usual when a spike of pleasure rose within his shaft and built towards his mouth.   
 
  In a loud, muffle whinny the equine climaxed, jizz painting the inside of his own mouth as those huge balls emptied. He swallowed back the musky mixture as best he could but the jostling motions that DeSoto continued to rain on his ass, alongside his orgasmic convulsions, made the action even harder.   
 
  DeSoto's knot had been steadily swelling all the while he thrusted into the equine's bowels, and it was now slamming against the tight pucker with every rough movement. Greg seemed reluctant to take it in at first, but when his body began to shake from his orgasm the doberman saw his opportunity. He put an extra amount of pressure behind one particular thrust and ground the thick bulb against the wanting entrance. When it popped inside the horse gave another excited neigh and the squeezing insides rapidly sent the dog over the edge.   
 
  A loud grunt through bared teeth and an open mouth vocalized his climax. Dog cum sprayed the inside of the horse's bowels and coated every square inch of his insides. The warmth within Greg double in that instant and a shiver ran up his spine. Locked to the dog he felt very fully, though drinking so much of his own jizz probably contributed to that as well.   
 
  As DeSoto's balls emptied and his movements slowed, the two stayed locked together and their forms began to settle down. Greg's cock slipped free of his mouth as the doberman's paw let go of his mane. The thick piece of meat flopped forward, trailing a line of jizz that splattered against the stage as the long girth continued to grow soft. The two didn't move for quite a while, though the doberman did lean his head up to nuzzle and nip at the equine's neck and ears.   
 
  Bruce gave a low chuckle as he had finished himself off as well, his thick, reptilian cock drenched in cum as well as his hand. It dripped in thick, viscous globs and gave a shake of his fist to clear it of the white mess. The croc regarded the fuck toy and his head of security with a devious grin before standing up and taking one step closer to the stage. He reached out with his still messy hand and wiped it off on Greg's chest and belly, clearing his fingers before he suddenly took a hold of the equine's tired head and turned it from side to side.   
 
  Greg didn't fight the powerful reptile's aggressive moves, simply too tired and defeated to do much else. “Yeah, you're gunna make a fine addition to what I have planned for the future,” Bruce chuckled and released the horse's face and turned away. Greg followed the croc as he meandered off and did up his pants while stuffing his cock back inside.   
 
  “W...wait...” Greg said softly, just loud enough for Bruce to hear and turn his head.   
 
  “Hm?” Bruce grunted as he stared at the other from the corner of his eye.   
 
  “What are you going to use me for?” he asked softly.   
 
  The croc barked a short laugh. “Oh, it's not so much what I'll be using you for, it's what DeSoto plans on using you for. See, you're my gift to him. For all the debt that you're in I practically own you, and with you missing payments this is how I'm going to tack on interest. So I do hope you enjoy your new life as a fuck toy, I know my guard will,” he continued to laugh as he made his way towards the elevator at the front of the room.   
 
  “Now, I have some important business dealings to take care of, you two will clean up won't you? And Greg?” the croc asked as he got to the door and turned as the sliding panels opened. “I'll expect you back here tomorrow at this same time. If you're late things are going to get much worse for you.” And with that, Bruce stepped into the elevator and punched the button to go down. The last thing the croc saw before the doors fully closed was the worried look on the horse's face as he looked back and met the doberman's hungry gaze.   

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