As soon as it pounced-- human-like arms covered in scales gripping at your thigh beneath the water-- you shrieked. You had gone face-to-face with man-killing creatures before, but not something like this. Something with the speed of a human and the body of a well-designed killer. 

You refused to cry, terrified and trying to scrape at the creature to let you go. Nothing in your years of studying amphibians and reptiles had you ever seen such a specimen-- something inhuman, but not animal. It looked like it wanted to kill you, to bite into the soft flesh exposed beneath your ripped cargo pants. 

Its jaw hovered over your throat, keeping you hidden in the thick, ginormous roots of a tree near his river. The water was slow moving, smelling of algae and impossible to see through. His tail, longer than your body, thicker than your legs put together, sat half in the water. His top half encaged you beneath the tree, shoved within the narrow roots that surrounded his hiding place. 

Hot breath left your neck dripping in sweat, your heart pounding at the gentle closing, opening of its mouth-- his mouth. If you could even call it a ‘he.’ there was only the instincts of an animal behind his eyes. Despite the humanoid shape of his mouth, face, he was anything but. Rough skin full of abrasions turned into dark green scales, decorating his back into points and running down his spine, down to the thick start of his tail. 

A guttural growl left from out his slack mouth whenever you shifted too much, holding onto the roots to stop from collapsing under his weight. 

Its eyes locked on a ticklish, thick drop of sweat that slid down your throat. Elliptical pupils once trained on your shell-shocked expression were entranced by the sweet smell of your perspiration. 

Within the sounds of squawking birds and little raindrops occasionally pelting large fauna, you could hear his tongue slip from out his mouth. It was wet, his chest grumbling as the lukewarm muscle twitched, hovering, landing on your bead of sweat. 

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, grunting as a pair of powerful thighs encased around your hips, his lower half sinking onto your legs. 

“Sw…eet…”

A raspy sigh came from his mouth, the tip of his tongue on your jugular delving into a fat lick. The entirety of his mouth ran along the sweat caked onto your neck, collecting every drop.

You watched as his tail slid, making small movements in the water. It didn’t quite wag like a dog, but it twitched at the end, swaying back and forth in the mud with a certain rhythm. 

“Please don’t eat me…” You whispered, hearing splinters form in the tree behind you at how deep his claws dug in, how they slid down closer toward your head with each inhale of your scent. 

His movements stopped, tongue laying flat right below your jaw. You lifted your head to try to escape from it, but that only proved to give the beast easier access, more skin for him to taste. 

Slowly, his tongue retracted, swallowing thickly as your neck now dripped with saliva, a thick substance trailing to your collar. His scent, him, trailing from you. 

Yellow eyes fluttered from looking into yours, back down to the pulse in your throat, the tender taste of what lies below your clothes, beneath your skin. 

Meat. And so much of it. 

He would be so satiated, even just from eating half of you; he hadn’t eaten something so filling in months, let alone anything at all for weeks. 

Just a small bite, right? A taste, you could still be here with him, and he could have a piece of you, a delicious piece. 

No, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Not with how achingly starved he was, how easy of prey you were. 

But his teeth still hovered, panting over your shoulder, tearing at your thin t-shirt. You had already sweat through it, much to his quivering pleasure. 

Red marks tarnished your skin, drawing slow gaps of blood as the creature let out a stuttered bellow, tongue hesitating, jaw shaking. Right here. So close. So tasty. You’d have to be consumed sooner or later, so why not right now? 

But there were other ways he wanted to consume you, to have you. A meal wouldn’t be enough. 

But a taste… that’s all it would take. 

The dark gold trained on your shoulder zeroed in. It wasn’t soft, it didn’t look like a human kind of craving. It was empty, save for desire. Nothing could stop him from his target, from the slow drip of red into your shirt, soon to be on his teeth. 

You were given the chance to shriek once more as he lunged, cracked and sobbing before teeth even broke skin.

The breath in your throat grew stuck once you heard him snap open his jaw, razors ripping into your flesh without kindness, without patience. 

I sketched this in response to a comment on my tweet with Tarantula Dogman about if he's so dangerous, WHY is he so fluffy and huggable? (The answer is that you can definitely trust him and his face that splits in half)

As for the Colossal Ratman, I had a couple ideas in mind for posing, but went with the car one. (However I'm really tempted to draw the one with him running later, actually hOILJKDF)