The Horny Hyena

Then he saw the horn.

Jagged and cruel, it jutted forward from its forehead, long enough to impale, thick enough to tear. Dried filth clung to its ridges, the evidence of its grotesque purpose written in every inch of it.

The beast grinned, wide and leering, its breath thick with something cloying, something wrong. It didn't just hunt. It didn't just kill.

It defiled.

It took another step forward, shoulders rolling, the storm shifting around it like it belonged to the dust and wind. Its mouth parted, breath hot and heavy, lips peeling back into something that wasn't quite a snarl. Not anger. Not hunger.

Something worse.

Lust.

Sett and Gold felt their buttholes ache as the creature swayed towards them.

"What the fuck is that?" Gold asked.

"Don't show it any holes," Sett said, then began running around the creature as if he had gone mad. "It's the Horny Hyena!"