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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tMike sighed as he pulled his shirt up and over his head while walking into the school's locker room. It was a Friday, and the 6' T-Rex had just gone for a run. There was a basketball game going on, so he knew it would be open after school was still over, and he'd much rather shower here in peace than back at home with his younger siblings running around and causing a racket. He suddenly stopped though, as the smell of sweat faded away from his nostrils and the air was permeated by a much stronger scent: blood. Mike's eyes widened in fear for a second. Had he just walked into the girl's locker room? He looked into the bathroom section of the locker room and let out a sigh of relief when he saw that there were in fact urinals there. Then what was causing such a strong smell of blood? The 17 year old sniffed the air once and then began walking in the direction of the scent as best he could, until he came to one of the locker sections. He froze before he even got all the way there. He could see in one of the lockers a pair of foot-paws, with a sock still barely clinging to some of the toes, hanging out of the bottom and blood pooling at the floor. He covered his mouth in shock and took a step back. The normal part of him wanted to run, to go get help... But there was some sort of morbid, primal curiosity there, and that won in the end. He'd look, then he'd go get help. He took a deep breath, the smell of the blood only serving to fuel the curiosity, before stepping into the section, where he was with yet another morbid site: Ozzy, the fastest freshman on their cross country team was on his knees, one of the track and field javelin's thrust up through his anus and out through his mouth. Mixed in with the blood trickling down the pole, Mike could also see some thick, white cum, and the young sabretooth was still almost fully erect. "O-ozzy...? he whispered and took a few steps forwards: the cat's chest was barely moving, and he was unresponsive. He gulped and looked to the pair of paws hanging out of the locker. He hesitantly walked forwards and opened the door. Inside was a german shepherd boy he didn't recognize, but he was wearing a basketball jersey and his shorts were dropped to his knees. Cum was dripping down inner thigh and his throat looked like it had been cut, and face had been shoved into one of the hooks inside the locker, keeping him hanging up by the eye socket. His shaft was at half mast, and he somehow had a pleased look on his face... Mike looked back to Ozzy; the sabretooth looked peaceful at least... And his breathing had stopped. The dino took a few steps back before he felt a hand on his back. He let out a terrified yelp and did a 180 in the air to come face to face with the new history teacher's assistant: a red and light gray otter. "D-did you...?" he asked with horror, glancing between the otter and Ozzy. "I was hoping you might be here..." is the otter's only response, a deceptively friendly smile on his face. "I've never had a T-Rex before... You're very rare, ya know~" he says, looking like he's just won something... Which Mike realizes that's exactly how the otter feels. "Take off your shorts, socks and shoes," the otter commands. Despite his origins, Mike was a very non-confrontational guy, and he'd heard that it's never wise to be the hero in a hostage situation. Tears come to his eyes as he bends over, quickly unlacing and pulling off his running shoes, then he hooks his fingers in his socks and peels them off, tosses them aside and quickly drops his shorts, revealing his flaccid, uncut length. "I've had my eye on you since I first saw you in class... Looks like I'm getting my own history lesson," the otter laughs and before Mike can react, there's a long knife pressed into his chest, just below his neck, right between where his collar bone connects with his sternum. "G-gahhh-" is all he can manage to gasp as he takes a wobbly step back, tripping and falling flat onto a bench. He stares fearfully up at the otter as he grabs the dino's ankles and lifts them up will lining his stiff cock up with Mike's tail hole. His vision started to go dark after a few minutes, his body numb and limp. He couldn't even find the strength to pull the knife from his chest. Some hunter he was...\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
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