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After falling asleep, you wake up in the Furry Sensual Wrestling Circuit, confused
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Chapter #5

Magnus

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As you swing the door open, you're barreled backwards as you run face first into something large, fleshy, and firm. Staggering and falling back onto the ground, you look up and see the backside of a towering...man? Horse? It's some combination of the two...

From behind, you can see that the muscular figure stands some ten feet in height, and where you expect to see skin there is instead a fine coat of deep mahogany brown fur. For feet, the beast has large, black hooves, and its ankles bear a white fur pattern. The legs are immense and powerful, and set between them is a shapely yet toned equine buttocks, with a two foot long tail hanging down from above the cheeks. The upper torso and head of the man-beast is obscured by the top of the door frame, but only for a moment.

As the towering figure turns, hunches, and steps into the room, you take in the rippling definition of its muscles - abs gleaming and biceps bulging, this thing would be a force to reckon with. As the man straightens up, you're shocked to see that he his set with remarkably horse-like features, but his eyes gleam with intelligence.

He stares at you for a moment, smirking, as you take in the image of his body. Your eyes travel down his chest to his groin, and you realize he's only wearing a small, black leather speedo, but it does little to hide the enormous, bulging testicles hanging between his legs like a pair of cantaloupes stretching through spandex. You immediately cross one of your legs, strangely ashamed of your own diminutive manhood.

The man finally speaks, still smirking at your supine figure, "I am Magnus." His voice is deep, and resonates throughout the room, "and you are apparently supposed to be my opponent this evening." You haven't dared to speak yet, but you give the equine man a confused look and he turns to his side, giving you a view of a large, square, wrestling ring through the door, surrounding by packed bleacher seats.

You gulp and try to scramble to your feet, but Magnus moves faster than you could have imagined...
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