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\n\t\t\t\t\tmrssteinOriana belongs to me and shared with
\n\t\t\t\t\tdarakaneTurbo belongs to
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Fluorescent lights quietly buzzed overhead in the morgue, it's walls a greyish-blue, and tiles a dull mixture of blue and green squares.
A corpse laid bare on an autopsy table. It was a marsupial woman named Oriana. Tasmanian Devil to be exact.
Her fur a dark brown with a grey tint, a dark stripe along her sides separating her creamy white colored abs and chest.
The Mortician, a cheetah-peacock hybrid named Turbo, stood next to it, looking over some paperwork.
Turbo's gold-colored eyes darted back and forth as he quickly read the police report, though there wasn't really any need for him to do so.
He discovered her cause of death well before she arrived in the morgue through a leaked video on the net.
Autoerotic asphyxia gone wrong.
He laid the files down nearby and began to purr softly, licking his lips as he thought back to that video.
How she tied herself up and tied the rope around her neck and legs, how she gently guided herself onto her toy before lifting her legs entirely, letting the rope take all her weight and squeeze her neck.
He remembered every second vividly. The pleasure she felt as she bounced on her toy, switching to the panic she experienced when the realization set in that she couldn't get herself out of the deadly trap she created. And finally, her purple hued face, swollen tongue, and bloodshot eyes rolled back into their sockets.
Turbo smirked as he examined the dead marsupial woman laid over before him on the table her face still a shade of purple, a bruised ring around her neck.
He had watched her fatal livestream when it was uploaded to the dark web, and enjoyed it immensely. It would pale in comparison to fun he would have tonight though.
Turbo reached down and gently stroked the dead woman's cheek, feeling how cold she was.
His hand traveled south, his fingertips lightly brushing against her bruised throat.
Continuing down, he fondled one of her breasts, playfully tugging at one of her nipple piercings.
An aching need was growing in his loins, and he grew tired of waiting.
Turbo slipped out of his uniform, his black cock already erect.
He grabbed each of the corpse's thighs and spread her legs, pulling her closer to the edge, letting her legs dangle off the table.
Lifting her legs up, Turbo guided his throbbing cock to her slit, which also had a piercing.
He took his time, gently rubbing his shaft along her cold, lifeless pussy, letting out a pleased sigh.
After several minutes of this, he prodded her entrance with his tip, going slow, not wanting to rush this.
He gripped her left ankle and raised her leg to give himself a better position.
After another minute or so, he pushed himself inside with ease, his purring growing louder.
Turbo closed his eyes and once again thought about the video he saw.
The sight of her flirting with death, followed by sounds of her panicked choking, ending with soft gurgles as her strength gave out.
That vivid memory caused him to pick up his pace, thrusting harder and faster into her corpse.
Turbo started to pant as he inched closer and closer to release.
Leaning down, he held onto her thigh, letting her lower leg drape over his shoulder as he used his free hand to turn her head to face him.
He pressed his lips against hers, slipping his tongue inside her mouth.
He thrusted into her faster, his lips still locked with hers as he pulled and tugged at one of her nipple piercings, occasionally squeezing her breasts.
Finally, he broke the kiss, leaning up and letting out several lust filled moans, not slowing down at all.
This continued for a while yet, each thrust from the cheetah hybrid making her perky breasts jiggle.
Just a little more, he thought to himself, feeling his climax rapidly approaching.
Said climax snuck up on him, hitting him harder than he expected, his sack tightening as he flooded the dead marsupial with his seed.
The sudden and intense orgasm caused Turbo to chirp loudly, giving several hard thrusts into Oriana, before finally collapsing on top of her, purring and panting in satisfaction.
After many minutes of basking in the afterglow, caressing Oriana's corpse like one would a lover, Turbo pulled himself out and off of her.
He quickly dressed himself and cleaned up his mess, before taking her body to a cabinet on the other side of the room.
After closing the cabinet, he grabbed the file containing the police report, and headed to the exit.
Pausing for just a brief moment with his finger on the light switch, he smirked, knowing he would remember this night for a very long time, plunging the room into darkness with a single flick.