Buffy hadn't opened her eyes, as she would have if the water had been fresh and clear rather than murky and stale. She was afraid of what she might see. Maybe the water wasn't water, after all; maybe it was blood. Maybe the pool was full of dead things, too, including human or demon cadavers. On the other hand, maybe her imagination was just working overtime. No matter-she didn't want to know what, if anything, shared this pool with her.
Her head broke the water, and Buffy spluttered, gasping for breath.
A huge, clawed hand grabbed her around the neck and hoisted her from the water. Dangling from the gripping hand, Buffy could again see her surroundings, including the giant, shaggy beast-man-thing that held her. The grotesque figure was over ten feet tall, with broad, powerful shoulders; an expansive, shaggy chest; a barrel-size, furry belly; and thick, strong arms and legs. It's face-if the repulsive features could be said to constitute a face-was as ugly as it was disgusting. It's slits-for-eyes peered from below an outcropping of skull. A wide nose rose above thick slabs of leathery, wrinkled lips behind which showed long, thick, curved fangs. Whether it was male or female, Buffy couldn't say; its lower body was covered in thick fur, like an animal's; she could see neither cock nor balls, but that didn't necessarily mean that it didn't have such organs. They could easily be hidden under the shaggy pelt or, perhaps, they occupied a cavity within the huge creature's groin and slipped out, thick and swollen and ready for use, once the hideous creature became sexually aroused.
It might be big, it might be bad, and it might be mean, Buffy reasoned, but she was still the Slayer and, although tiny compared to the bulky monster, Buffy had superhuman strength and stamina, and she was a more-than-able ass kicker, both by nature and by training. She drew back her fist and slammed it as hard as she could into the creature's ugly, misshapen face. That should get a reaction, she thought.
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