The door to the Queer Studies class swings open, and Adrian arrives. He's a few minutes late from a small detour on his way to class, from which there's still some blood trapped in the folds of his cock. Fortunately, this means he's missed most of the boring welcome talk where nothing important was said and the teacher would've paying too close attention for him to satisfy himself without starting a panic that'd make the rest of the hour less fun.

The mouse licks his chops, gazing around the room at the assortment of ladies in front of him. Nearly all of them are wearing some selection of pride pins. There are numerous sexualities among them, but to Adrian they're all different flavors of lesbian. An assortment of his favorite dish. He's sure to lockdown the door as he enters to secure his buffet.

"They're awful bold, wearin' pins like that," he thinks to himself as he takes his seat near the back of the room, "May as well walk upan' ask to be raped an' eaten."

"Today, class," the teacher announces, "we'll be starting our semester with presentations about our experiences with queer identities, be they our own or of those around us."

Adrian missed the teacher's introduction, but her name is still written on the board. Mrs. Smiff. She's a lynx with a timid expression and carefully trimmed ruff. Adrian feels his cock twitch as he goes over the possibilities in his head of ways to end her life.

"I hope these presentations will help you all to express yourselves or to reflect on the queer people in your lives and broaden your horizons," she says with a small smile. She's a bit audibly nervous, but she's held together well enough.

"You are free to group up however or just make a presentation solo. Do as you wish," Mrs. Smiff says simply before turning her attention to the lesson plan on her laptop.

While the girls around him excitedly find their groups and talk about what they want to put in their presentations- squealing about their girlfriends and their loved ones who inspired them to come out and be themselves, Adrian slaps something together in five minutes. He doesn't need to ponder much to assemble his slides; his experiences with lesbians are graphic but relatively consistent, after all.

With his plain text hackjob tossed together, the mouse quickly grows bored waiting for the other students to finish. Tapping one finger on his desk, his mind wanders to what to do to fill in this time. Of course, there's one thing he always wants to do. And he quickly decides to make a game out of it.

He gets up from his seat and stalks over to the desk of a girl currently working alone, no project partners with their eyes on her. "Hey, wouldja mind helpin' me with my assoignment?"

The timid young lioness looks up at him with surprise, which quickly turns to naive excitement. "Oh, sure!" she says cheerfully, "I was worried when I heard some mixup had a boy assigned to our school, but it's nice to see you're being open-mindeded about it all and-"

Adrian does a quick check to make sure nobody is looking his way. Then without a moment's hesitation, he turns and pulls his pants down to plant his furry purple ass directly onto his feline peer.

SCHLLRRRK PLAT

With one swift motion, everything above her waist is turned into a squirming bulge in the mouse's midsection. Having drawn no apparent attention, he then slides out of the chair onto the floor, taking in the rest of her.

SLRRRRK GLRRRGGGG

He smiles and chuckles quietly listening to the muffled cries of protest from his prey. They'll only get louder once she reaches his stomach.

There's one point for Adrian's game, the aim of which is to devour as many of the dykes surrounding him as he can before his turn to present without causing a panic.

SLOSH GLRRFGG

The mouse presses down on his gut as he drags it back to his seat, keeping it below the level of the desks and out of sight to most. One wolverine seated nearby goes wide-eyed seeing the squirming bulge, but she turns her head away and pretends she saw nothing out of fear of becoming a target for Adrian.

The mouse plops down into his seat and soon leans over to another classmate, a hawk whose girlfriend and project partner is distracted talking to someone else another seat over. He gives her shoulder a quick tap to get her attention.

"Hm? What do you-"

HOUMPH-

And in an instant he engulfs her head. It only takes a brief moment to yank her entire body down his gullet, forcing her to fill out his gut further.

GULP GWRRRRGGG PFFFRRRRRT

His bulging abdomen pushes the desk up to a fifteen degree angle where he makes a vague attempt to hide his belly beneath. The girls inside are screaming between sobs, and he lets out a hefty fart as his digestive system sets to work. The putrid wave of gas washes over the girl working her way to his stomach through the back door on its way out. It doesn't smell much different from the rest of what she's breathing in there, though.

"Hey, can- Uh-" the teacher looks at the empty seat and the mouse sitting beside it. The hawk's partner, a shark, stands beside the desk, an expression of concern clear on her face.

CRUNCH GRRRGGGG GLRRRRPH

Adrian wraps his legs around his belly and squeezes tight to compress it enough not to push up the table. Something, or rather someone, inside breaks in the process. Fortunately, he can still feel both girls faintly struggling. The lesbos he's taken haven't escaped their due digestion early.

"Adrian, where is Monica?" Mrs. Smiff asks about the absent hawk.

"Went'a use the bathroom, I think," Adrian replies simply. The teacher whispers what are likely condolences or a warning to the hawk's girlfriend and sends her back to her desk.

GWRRRGGGGLE GLRRPH

The shark tries not to cry as she hears the gurgling of Adrian's gut with just one row of desks between them. She's pretty sure she can hear Monica's screams in there somewhere, and the thought makes her sob uncontrollably into her hands.

With his pants removed and his gut pressed against his half-erect shaft, Adrian finds his belly pushed against his cock by his legs still compressing it to be in the perfect position to rub himself off on. He spends the next few minutes of the wait for the start of presentations squeezing his belly against his shaft, further stimulated by the futile struggles inside.

The teacher gives an uneasy glance toward the mouse's clearly pleasured expression. She isn't sure how to handle a situation like this, so she just tries not to draw attention to it.

"Uhm, who would like to present first?" Mrs. Smiff asks, scanning the room. She quickly calls on the first volunteer who isn't Adrian to come to the front and give her presentation.

"Ari," she addresses a fox near the front of the room, "Go ahead."

The fox excitedly hops up, oblivious to the gastric, torturous murder taking place in the same room. She runs up to where the projector is pointed at an unraveled screen and grabs the remote to it while the teacher pulls up her slideshow.

The first slide is the default title format with a big lesbian flag as the background. It's uncreatively titled My Queer Experiences. Ari begins to speak about her life, about her lover, about self-discovery. Her presentation isn't anything extraordinary from an execution standpoint, but she's heartfelt and earnest as she goes over it.

Adrian quickly tunes out just about all of it, instead idly drooling while staring at her breasts. He pictures them sloughing off into the acids of his stomach in a bloody heap or being grotesquely pushed outward as her ribs are broken and her chest expanded by his giant cock.

It doesn't take much of this for the mouse to become too worked up to bear another second without taking the life of another dyke, not counting the two still suffering a slow, agonizing fate inside of him. He quickly decides to make it three.

SCHLLRRRK ULK

Adrian grabs the back of the chair of the alligator sitting in front of him and quickly tips it backward. Before she can react, her head slips inside his erect cock and she's being slurped down beneath Adrian's desk.

Her screams are muffled by his thick meat. Luckily, nobody pays the incident much mind. The present presenter is too impassioned with her speech about her first kiss to notice, and most eyes remain fixed on her in adoration and sympathy.

SCHLLLLLLK GLRK SLOSH

In just a matter of seconds, the reptile is gone, forced into his bloated balls, and her chair is returned to an upright position without her.

Adrian catches the tail end of Ari's speech, in which she expresses her heartfelt desire for a semester of learning and understanding between each other. Afterward, the teacher asks who will present next.

HOUUUUURRRRRRPH GRRRGGGGLE GLRRRGGG SLRRRSH

The teacher's eyes are drawn to Adrian by a hearty belch as he continues loudly digesting his meals. The loud gurgling is suddenly picked up on by what few classmates had yet to notice as the room goes quiet.

The mouse walks up to the front of the class, revealing his bulging gut and nudity to the whole room. "How'zabout I go next, teach?" he asks, not waiting for an answer. He snatches the computer mouse from the teacher's hand and brings up his own presentation before grabbing the remote to the projector and snatching a certain security card with it.

The class stares in stunned silence at the sight before them. Adrian stands with his stomach and nuts full of squirming girls, and behind him the slide reads in jarring word art over an unedited white background "My Experiences with Queers: Eating, Raping, and Killing".

He reads out the name of his presentation and goes to the next slide, screams and gurgles echoing from inside of him. The entirety of his presentation is written in default font on a plain background, punctuated by bright, colorful wordart. It's obviously cobbled together with little thought, aside from thinking about the girls he was soon to slaughter.

"I have a lotta queer experiences," he explains, slapping his gut and prompting an agonized moan from a half-liquefied victim within. "In fact, every day I surround m'self with lovely lesbos and dykes- UUUOOOOORRRRPH-" he's briefly interrupted by some of the trapped gasses inside his prey's bodies surfacing and escaping as a belch as they break apart, "and I eat 'em fer jusabout every meal I have~"

"Raping and killing filthy dykes is my fav'rite passtime," he explains while flipping to a slide with crude MS Paint diagrams depicting his cock turning a girl's lungs into paste and his stomach packed full of delicious dykes. The drawings include pride pins on the girls' chests, which are incorrectly colored with uneven lines that are vaguely identifiable as lesbian pride designs.

GWRRRGGGLE PFFFFRRRRRRT SLOSH

There's no break in the loud churning of Adrian's gut as he presents his slideshow. The agonized screams and futile pleas for help of his victims are barely audible over the sound of his guts working to break them down into nothing but bones and turds.

He turns to a slide featuring a selfie he'd taken that morning with himself barely visible over a jaguar girl on his cock with blood and cum dripping from her mouth. The slide is listed as his conclusion, which reads in big wavy wordart "I love killing lesbos and raping their girlfriends".

"Like this," Adrian adds after reading his conclusion to the horrified class.

GURRRRRRG CRUNCH CRACK

Two screams ring out as Adrian wraps his arms around his distended gut and squeezes tight. One scream is cut suddenly short with a sickening snapping of bone. The other tapers out into more of a gurgle.

"Oh God-" a weak, fading voice barely penetrates the walls of Adrian's stomach, "That- that used to be a person-" There's a horrible retching as the hawk trapped in his stomach beholds the crushed, mutilated mound of half-liquid gore that used to be her classmate. Only a few of the digesting corpse's bones are unbroken, and the lioness' left femur is forced through the hawk's abdomen like a spear. The bird is hardly in better condition herself; she's lucky she can't feel the lower half of her body anymore.

While the hawk is left to her agonizing fate, Adrian stands proudly in front of the class and clasps a hand over his still squirming balls full of a devoured alligator.

Mrs. Smiff struggles to maintain her composure, clearly quaking in her seat and twitching her eyelid as she forces as calm a tone as she can into her shaky voice. "This- This isn't acceptable behavior, A-Adrian," the lynx says, "And the language you used is, uhm- not appropriate. I- I understand this all may be a... f-foreign concept to you, but please-"

PLAP PLAT PLAP

Adrian ignores the barely-restrained rambling of his teacher. His eyes are trained on the ferret whose desk is beside that of the alligator currently being turned into a white slurry in his nutsack. She's sobbing in her seat, and judging by how they'd held hands and partnered up when the class was making their presentations, it isn't a leap in logic to assume she's the dying dyke's girlfriend.

PLAT PLAP SPLRRRRRRT CRACK

Aiming his cock like a cannon, Adrian fires the alligator's skull out at the mourning lesbian as he ejaculates. The reptilian skull fractures the girl's ribs on impact, causing her to let out a pained yelp that's made more of a wheeze by the air being forced out of her lungs. She doubles over onto the floor and clutches her chest, laying beside the skull of her churned lover.

By now, the remaining students have had the situation spelled out to them very clearly, and they scramble to reach the door while Mrs. Smiff frantically attempts to control the situation. Adrian only laughs as the girls pound on the door, fiddling with a knob that won't turn and screaming at each other to open the way, not knowing that isn't possible.

GWRRRGGGGLE GLRRRFFFFF PFFFRRRBLT

The mouse carries his gurgling gut casually to the desk of the teacher who is frantically searching for a card to lift the lockdown that'd been swiped along with the projector remote when Adrian prepared his presentation.

The meek lynx offers no resistance but a quiet yowl as Adrian grabs hold of her. He learns in close and whispers into her ear, "Which'a yer students shouldai kill next?"

"I- You- You can't be- Oh my God-" the teacher trembles with terror, unable to believe the scenario she's in, being forced to put one of her own students to death.

Adrian grabs a pair of scissors out of her top desk drawer and pokes her neck with the tip. "Go on~ Choose fer me~"

For a few tense moments the well-meaning teacher remains in place, dragged halfway out of her chair with the dull metal point to her throat. Finally, with a terrible shame in eyes clouded by tears, she chokes out a name. "Ari."

"Oi was hopin' you'd say that~"

The innocent fox had done no wrong truly, but neither had any of the teacher's other students, Adrian not withstanding. She'd said the unfortunate first name that came to mind, and now the once-chipper young girl was going to pay the price.

RIIIIIIIP SQUELCH

Before he goes to tear Ari out of the crowd around the door, though, Adrian sees to his teacher that she doesn't have any chance to aid her students or get any ideas about fleeing the scene, not that she'd be able to. He jabs the scissors into her abdomen and tears her belly open. Using his bare hands, he pulls her intestines out of her body and sets himself to work to the glorious song of her agonized screams.

The mouse ties the feline up tight with her own guts, soaking his hands in her blood as he restrains her to her seat. When he's satisfied that she won't be going anywhere, he rolls the chair over to sit facing towards the long end of the desk.

With the choking, retching sobs and shudders and wails of the teacher echoing behind him, Adrian steps forward to the door and singles out the lesbian fox from the group. He grabs Ari from behind, helping himself to a groping of her breasts in the process, and pulls her away with no ear for her protests.

The fox is held against the mouse's bloated belly as he drags her backward. The soft cushion of his gut full of digested lesbian slop is punctuated with the hard outline of bone within.

After only a moment, the gut is bearing down on her from above. Adrian has her on the desk, and he's easily pinned her beneath him. He hangs his bare ass over one end of it, dangling threateningly above the bound, bleeding teacher.

PLAP CRUNCH PLAT CRACK GWRRRRGGGG PFFFFFFRRRRRRRRR

Without hesitation, Adrian plows his bitch breaker into Ari's cunt. The formerly starry-eyed girl is a year or two younger than the violent fourteen year old boy on top of her, and her smaller body does not take his giant cock easily.

Her pelvis is snapped in two the moment Adrian rams inside of her, and the same thrust rips her developing uterus open. A second thrust gives Adrian the delicious stimulation of her intestines winding around his cock and leaves his tip already threatening to breach her diaphragm.

The boy's butt meanwhile lets out a menacing fart at the same time as his gut releases a hefty gurgle. The violent rape he's carrying out is pushing the mulched up girls inside of him through his bowels with haste, and Mrs. Smiff is about to get a lot closer with two of her students than she'd frankly like.

PLAP PLAT CRUNCH FBLRRBRLRRRFT SLOP

Ari's screams are smothered by Adrian's gut on top of her, though they grow louder and less muffled now that the rancid dyke filth filling his bowels is being vacated. Mrs. Smiff meanwhile is panting, catching her breath between uncontrollable screams of anguish. This proves a mistake, as a fair portion of the basketball sized mound of dung that plops onto her finds its way into her mouth, forcing her to try desperately to sputter up the digested remains of her dear students. The rest of the filth finds its way into her open abdominal cavity. It's a deep, vile feeling that penetrates the deepest reaches of her body as the boy's shit mixes with her insides.

PLAP PLAP PLAT RIP TEAR SQUELCH BLRRRFT FBLRR PLOP

Adrian basks in the gratifying sensation as he feels the lesbo being torn apart beneath him. Half of the mess filling his bowels has been vacated onto and into the innocent Queer Studies teacher below, and Ari's screams now ring out loud and clear. They're cut off suddenly and hammered into a pathetic wheezing, though, as the mouse's battering ram cock crumples her lungs into dysfunctional heaps of mangled flesh in her chest cavity.

The throbbing of Adrian's primed cock in her chest cracks her ribs as the mouse approaches orgasm. The light is already fading in his canine victim's eyes.

PLAT PLAP PLAP SPLRRRRRT FBLRRRRRRBLRRRFT

With an intense discharge, the mouse plows into Ari one final time. The force of his orgasm slams her minced lungs through her neck. Half of it is forced out of her mouth as bloody pulp, and the other half splatters into her brain. The force of the ejaculation inside of her skull forces her eyes to tear out of their sockets, followed by a wave of thick white spunk.

Adrian's gut clenches up with the wave of intense pleasure that comes with not only his murderous orgasm but the satisfaction of ridding the world of another dyke, giving her the dicking down she needs and sending her out on what he considers a high note.

The remainder of the shit and bones clogging his guts is forced out in one great mudslide that nearly buries the teacher entirely. Only small portions of her barely-twitching body are visible under the mound. The flow of filth gradually tapers out into a few falling pebbles of poop and smaller bones that patter onto the pile covering the perishing professor.

With the tightness in his pants and the tightness in his gut both satisfied, Adrian huffs for a moment before getting up off of Ari and sliding himself off the desk, leaving her brutalized corpse to lay there and rot.

The remainder of the class has gone fairly quiet by now, only staring in utter horror and disdain at the scene unfolding before them. Hope of escape has vanished for the bunch; it's clear by now that the door isn't going to budge.

When the bell rings to signal the next class, however, some of that hope returns. Maybe the principal will come down to see what's happening and open the door. Maybe the students who are meant to be in here next hour will see what's happening through the window and get help. Maybe-

SPLATTER

Adrian is perfectly eager to get to his next class. P.E. has always been a favorite of his despite his appearance. But of course there's something he needs to deal with before he can leave. Wouldn't want his victims to escape with him, after all.

"Sorry, sorry," Adrian gives his sincere apologies where he stands with a twelve year old  raccoon's head splattered underfoot, "I don't 'ave  the toime to torture allaye to death like you dykes deserve."

PLAP RIIIP

He grabs another girl, a badger with a juicy ass, and kills her with one hard thrust of his cock into her pussy, ripping her gut open from the inside, "So I hope yer all good to settle fer just bein' slaughtered like cattle roight quick~"

He points his dick downward and pushes the corpse off of his cock by the head while strangling a wolverine girl nearby in the crowd and whispering to her that he's going to find her girlfriend next. He doesn't know her girlfriend if she even has one, but it isn't an empty promise. Chances are she's another arrogant dyke who needs to be put down, and her girlfriend is on the premises as well. He's sure he'll get to her soon enough.

The mouse tears his way through the crowd surrounding the door. He splatters heads underfoot, tears girls open by their jaws, and of course gives a few of them a quick, fatal rape, though tragically not as drawn out and painful of one as they deserve.

It takes him only a short few minutes to slaughter the lot of them, but soon enough there's nothing left of the crowd but a mangled heap of gore. "Red looks good on you lot~" Adrian quips to himself as he puts his clothes back on, wipes the blood off the card scanner by the door, and opens his exit. He stomps on the head of a shark girl wheezing for breath in the horrible mound on his way out. She was probably dying anyway, but he figures it best to be thorough.

And with that, he strolls casually to his next class, whistling a cheerful tune and leaving a trail of his footprints rendered in dyke blood behind him on his way to the gym.