Just a quick fantasy I jotted down earlier - two anthro technopunk raptors trampling a smaller anthro amphibian to death in his own bathtub, underneath his torn-down shower curtain. The species are based on those in
this picture - so use that for size references!
This is pretty gory, be warned.
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Thill could tell something was wrong the moment he closed the apartment door. A glint of red caught his eye and he blinked at the glowing red LED on the wall panel. Someone had broken in and muted the alarm. He started to turn around, but a strong scaly arm grabbed him from behind, crushing across his throat and choking him. Sprawling in shock, he was dragged inside the apartment by his unseen attacker. He tried to call out, but his mouth was covered tightly by a padded, three-fingered hand and claws dug painfully into his cheek.
His heels skidded uselessly on the tiled floor as he was hauled into the bathroom, lungs burning and heart racing. Suddenly the gripping arms released him and he fell backwards, limbs flailing out as he toppled into the bathtub. His hand clawed out wildly, grabbing onto the shower curtain and ripping it down on top of him. From above there was a bark of laughter.
"Hey, yeah, that's a good idea."
A heavy weight landed on top of Thill's chest, pressing him down hard against the cracked tub; before he could struggle out from under the curtain there was a bone-cracking surge of weight and another expanse of pressure spread over his hips.
"Should be cleaner, I guess. Budge over, he's only tiny."
Even squashed down under the agonising weight, Thill could recognise the distinctive hiss of raptor voices. Two of them. Through the transluscent plastic he could see their dark forms moving above him, sleek and athletic, radiating with casual malice. "Please..." he gasped, struggling to form words under the strain. "Get off me..."
The raptor standing on top of him shifted a little, as though to make clear that he'd heard his victim's strained request, but was ignoring it. "Is the inhibitor on?"
The other voice replied, "Sure is, bro. Neighbours won't hear a thing. Now budge the hell over!"
This second shifting of weight was too much for Thill's body and ribs cracked as the pressure rushed over his chest and lifted from his hips. He flailed under the shower curtain, but the raptor trod unhesitatingly upon his belly, folding his lower half in against his upper with a gurgle of relocating fluids. Thill's legs kicked out, but another dark shape rose up over the edge of the bathtub and his limbs were neatly butted back down, squeezed against the hard plastic and broken with a brutal crunch as the second raptor climbed on top of him.
Thill retched, his jaw working in silent agony as the weight of the two dinosaurs broke him. The raptor's other foot came down on his hips and the pressure on his legs eased slightly. He felt his bladder release violently and heat trickled over his belly, seeping out under the shower curtain and tracing its way around the foot of the first raptor.
"Should have thought of this last time," the second said, rocking his weight from one leg to the other. Thill's bladder responded wetly. "No mess to clean up afterwards."
The two began to trample, laughing and growling as they quickly reduced their small victim, his frequent bodily expulsions contained under the shower curtain. It was fast enough that Thill was able to feel his ribs and collarbone break before shock mercifully numbed his body. He couldn't speak at all and soon found he couldn't move either, his body responding to nothing but the heavy, brutal treading of the two raptors. Blood squirted and splattered, slickening the bathtub as it flowed freely out of him. Still the four large digitigrade feet battered him, opening up wounds and squashing the body mass out through them.
It didn't take long before his torso was nothing but warm pulp, squeezing and gurgling under the shower curtain as the scaly feet of the first raptor squashed relentlessly down into it. His hips and legs fared little better, crushed to limp sacks of meat under the fluid trampling of the second.
"Hey, don't forget the head," came a reptilian voice, faint and distant amongst the death throes of Thill's brain.
He didn't even feel the weight shift this time, his pulped torso registering nothing as the strong digitigrade toes splayed out through it. A sickle claw dug down through the curtain and drew it back, revealing his swollen, blood-streaked muzzle. Through eyes caked with blood, Thill tried to see the face of the creature that was killing him so contemptuously, but his vision was filled with the sole of the raptor's foot as it hovered over his head. It was clean and looked well cared for, and its naturally black sole pads were bleached white in the flamboyant mark of a crusher.
"Look, check it out," the voice said. "You reckon it'll splatter?"
A pause. "Shouldn't if you're careful."
An amused snort and the white sole came down upon Thill's face, lengthy toes splaying as the big saurian foot lifted a little, repositioning to neatly cover his face. It felt warm and heavy against him. He could feel the strength behind it.
"Hang on, let me get my phone."
The sound of squashed body mass gurgling under pressure was all that suggested to Thill that the other raptor was moving around on top of him. He felt the large digitigrade foot roll his head from side to side, toying absent-mindedly while its owner waited. Thill's consciousness faded quickly, his oxygen-starved brain finally giving up its struggle for life. As he died, the voices continued above him.
"You recording? Nice soft skulls, these krats. Like squeezing oil out of a ripe seedpod."
"Okay, but do it slow, yeah? See if you can-"
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