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Their corner of the locker room was a buzzing mess of teenaged shenanigans, the boys all shoving and joking and grabbing at one another. A monkey gave his locker-neighbor, a chubby bodied pig, a pinch on the rump, cackling and bouncing away from the blushing teen as he squealed in shock and threw a half-hearted punch at the other boy.

``Knock it off!'' the pig snapped, though he was grinning broadly and blushing. And judging from the tent in his jockstrap, the young pig didn't mind too much.

They were all in different stages of undress, it would appear. One or two had fully dressed in their football uniforms, pads and shirt and pants at the ready, in the midst of tying their shoes. Others were nearly there, tugging on their shoulder pads, pulling their pants up. Another few were fair from it, still lounging about either naked, or in the white jockstraps provided to them by the coach.

The teens, ranging from 13 to 16, were all a part of their school's junior football team. Most of them were friendly with one another. The tiger and ram, older teens, were chatting with one another as they dressed, the uniformed ram seeming to be waiting on his bottomless companion. The puma, dog, and dragon were all standing close, paws and claws slipping out to tease at one another as they pulled on their pants and shirts. Standing far too close to be average friends, the bull and rat hugged and nuzzled at one another as they put off dressing for what appeared to be public displays of affection.

About the only ones not participating were a slightly chubby, but decently strong-looking, horse, and a tall, brown furred bear who looked on with a blush and a nervous look at his teammates. And although the bunny had been handsy with his porcine friend, he seemed to avoid any returned grabs, blushing and laughing off any notice of his avoidances.

After a few more moments of vaguely horny teasing, a large-bodied wolf stalked into the locker room, form-fitting shorts hugging to his legs and proudly displaying the plump bulge of the male's sheathe, thin jacket unzipped to show off some chest fur. A cap sat perched between his sharp ears, denoting the middle-aged wolf as the team's coach. At his side, a bit younger than the boys on the team, was a 10-year-old bird, green and blue feathers bright and mostly on display, wearing only a pair of short-legged shorts, and a sleeveless shirt, showing off his lithe, just-shy-of-feminine figure.

Quit the grab-assing!'' the wolf snapped the instant he set those gold eyes on the bakers' dozen of cubs.Practice shoulda' started five minutes ago; Wools, Harris, Simms, Braun, Dragoon, and Concolor, get out to the field and start laps! You're lucky, you only get to run 10. The rest of you better be out in 3 minutes, cuz you've got 20 laps ahead of you!'' the older male practically roared, gesturing with one sharp claw. ``And I better not see a single one of you skipping stretches! Don't need any cubs with fucked-up hamstrings a week out from a game!''

Unanimously, cowed by their rumbling coach, the boys all answered, ``Yes, Coach Gray...''

The ram, bunny, monkey, bear, dragon, and cougar all headed in the direction ordered by the adult, who crossed his arms and huffed at them as they passed, dressed and ready with helmets in hand. The rest ceased their play; in particular, the bull and rat were blushing and embarrassed, dressing swiftly to cover up their exposed jockstraps, and the erections that were barely hidden by them.

The little bird held out a wing as the six dressed teens passed, all of them smiling softly and giving him a quick high-five as they walked by. After that, he moved to follow, the preteen cub giggling as he joined them in leaving the locker room. The coach didn't spend more than a few seconds longer, soon moving to head out as well.

The ram, Victor Wools, pushed open the door from the locker room, wincing at the bright sun. Still, he and the others stepped out, quickly pursued by the bouncy little bird cub.

The six boys on the team headed out onto the grassy football field, which was surrounded by a rubber track. Goal posts stood at either end, on the inside of the track, the genuine grass bright and well-cared for. Fences circled the area, closing it off from the rest of the open grassy lot, streets and buildings and trees all around them. The school that they'd exited was all red brick and brown roofing, windows to let in the light dotting the walls of the large interconnected buildings. Rows of bleachers stood off to one side, empty for now, and at the far end of them was a large, dark-roofed little shack of a building.

They spread out a bit, setting their helmets on the grass and beginning their stretches. The small group of teens were methodical, not rushing in their preparation. The bird boy had taken a seat on the grass to watch the older boys prepare, until the ram stood up straight and whistled at him.

``Hey, Lewis, think you could get the water and towels ready for us? Probably gonna be a sweaty day,'' Victor suggested, chuckling nervously as he glanced at the approaching coach. The younger cub looked at the wolf, who nodded at him in agreement.

Vic, help him out... and try to hurry up,'' the coach said, narrowing his eyes at the 16-year-old ram. While the others kept stretching in preparation for their laps, Lewis, the little bird, and Victor headed for the storage shack nearby.Lewis, keep an eye on him!'' the wolf called after, a slight growl to his voice in warning.

The two boys headed for the shack, the ram shooting the younger boy a lecherous look, before smirking and winking at him. The bird giggled, blushing a bit and moving a wing to cover up his beak. It seemed neither had any intention of being quick.

Lewis extracted a small key from his shorts' pocket, unlocking the shack's secured door and pushing it open. ``Water containers are near the back, and the clean towels are right here,'' the boy pointed out.

The ram chuckled, shaking his head. `It always surprises me how good you are at this wholeequipment manager' thing... y'know, for a 10 year old,'' the teen comments as he moves towards the back, grabbing two of the large coolers that were there.

The instant that the teenaged ram moved one of the coolers, he let out a surprised yelp. The bird lifted his head from the bin of towels he'd been digging into, going wide-eyed as he drank in the sight of someone stepping out from behind the shelves Victor was standing near, the cooler hiding the unknown person clunking loudly to the concrete floor.

For a moment, Lewis thought the man might be wearing something over his face, but in the dim lighting he was just able to make out bared teeth grinning hungrily at the shivering ram. The man who'd been hiding in the storage shack was a panther, with jet-black fur, near glowing eyes, and yellowed fangs.

Victor stumbled back, trying to find his voice. Finally: ``W- who- Who?''

A dark laugh, the panther's voice like a knife cutting into the little bird's heart. Heh, heh, heh,'' the man almost growled, stepping further out from his hiding spot. The ram's feet kept stepping back, but froze as the male continued, purring wickedly:Who I am... little boys... is your worst... fucking... nightmare...''

The ram opened his mouth, pivoting with surprising speed and looking like he was about to say something to the other boy. Just before he could, the panther's paw lashed out, and something loudly cracked. Victor pitched forward, slamming into the concrete roughly and ceasing all movement. Lewis let out a sharp cry, eyes watering as he stumbled back against the closed door, uncovered legs shivering. The boy could just barely see the blunt weapon in the dark-furred male's hand, slowly slipping it back under his jacket for storage.

Now... little bird...'' the male purred, bringing those glowing eyes to stare into the cub's, boring into him.You scream, you die.''

Lewis couldn't scream if he wanted to. He could barely breathe, barely move his eyes, let alone his legs. The boy could do nothing but shiver fearfully as the panther stepped over Victor's limp form, stalking towards him slowly. Each step of those bare, sharp-clawed feet was silent... or maybe Lewis's hammering heart just deafened him to everything but it's desperate thrum.

Every part of the boy screamed to run, to throw the door open and scream for the coach. Yeah... the big wolf could easily take this panther, between his strong muscular figure and his ferocious protective nature for the boys on his team. Even if the black-furred feline had a weapon, he couldn't overpower the coach.

And yet... Lewis couldn't make his legs work. He couldn't raise his arms, hanging limply at his side. He couldn't even turn his head, eyes locked on the panther's own set. They were so... cold, and hungry.

Eyes watering, the bird stared in fear as the man stepped up close to him, not stopping until his chest was nearly pressing against the cub. His chin tilted up as the panther approached, staring straight up as the imposing male stared down, a predatory grin on his lips. Those fangs dripped with drool as the feline gave a dark purr, one of those clawed fingers coming up to scratch at he cub's chin.

Hello... baby bird...'' he growled.What's your name, sweet boy?''

``L- L- L- Lewis.'' A sob of fear racked his chest.

How cute,'' the panther purred.You're going to be my little fuck-meat... would you like that?''

A whimper, tears flowing freely. P- P- Please, n- n-

One of those massive paws closed on his throat, cutting off the sobbing plea. It squeezed tighter, cutting off his airflow now. The frightening male growled softly, lifting his paw, and the cub clamped in it. Lewis whimpered, hands coming up to grab at the heavy paw grasping his neck. His legs kicked in the air, unable to touch the floor.

Then, the paw released, and Lewis dropped. His shoes slipped in his surprise, and the small cub clattered to the floor with a sharp yelp. He took a sob-racked breath, wings covering his throat and eyes clamped shut as he cried openly now.

The panther crouched down low, slipping something out of his jacket. Instead of the weapon he'd knocked Victor out with, it was a pair of glinting handcuffs. The male roughly took ahold of the boy's wrists, earning another yelp of pain as he was forcefully cuffed on one wrist.

P- Please, mister, j- just-

``Shut the fuck up.''

Lewis whimpered, shutting his eyes again, expecting a strike to the face. Instead, the paw he'd seen coming for his face grabbed the side of his head, manhandling him and shoving him onto his side, and then onto his front. His wrists were painfully yanked behind him, earning yet another cry of pain as they were handcuffed together.

``There... you stay there, little bird...'' the big cat purred, a claw trailing up the boy's bare thigh. He shivered again, while the panther grinned, a string of drool dripping onto the floor right in front of the boy's face.

The man stood, turning on his bare paws and striding back to the still-unconscious ram. He mused in that cold voice of his, ``Wasn't expecting two little boys... always saw just one... but I guess I can play with this little sheep before we go...''

He reached a paw down, grabbing the thick fur on the young ram's head, yanking it up hard. He roughly dragged the teen into the middle of the shack, where there was plenty of space, before depositing him. Lewis watched, whimpering softly, trying to find his voice yet again. He had to scream for help, had to call, had to hope someone had realized how long he and Victor were taking...

The panther crouched down beside the unconscious teen, turning him onto his side and peering at the slack face. ``Mm... he's a handsome one... be a shame to fuck it up...'' he purred softly, tracing a claw down Victor's jaw. Beads of blood soaked into his stark-white fur, so much that it dripped down onto the floor.

Lewis let out a yelp as he watched what happened next. The panther slipped a paw into his jacket (the bludgeon? Another pair of handcuffs?) and extracted something that glinted in the dim light... the cub's eyes widened as he saw a long, wicked-looking hunting knife.

``D- Don't!'' he cried, desperately, as the large man brought the knife down. The bird shut his eyes tight, expecting to hear the ram's bloodcurdling scream, awoken from unconsciousness by that knife sinking into his back. Instead, he heard the sound of cloth cutting, eyes shooting open to see what was happening.

The panther cut away Victor's shirt, manhandling the limp teenaged figure to tug the sliced-up cloth away. He cut through the football padding's binds, taking it off in pieces, before cutting up the toned ram's undershirt, discarding it as well. Then, he cut away the teen's pants, leaving the boy almost totally naked except for his jockstrap, socks, and shoes.

Grinning, the predator set his free paw on one of Victor's muscular ass cheeks, kneading the furry flesh roughly. He let out a purr, chiming, ``Fuck, a very nice ass on this one...'' The large male set the teenaged ram on his side, still unconscious, even during his knife-wielding undressing. And judging by the stream of blood spilling down his forehead, soaking into his fur, it was likely he wouldn't awaken no matter what happened. That knife was set on the floor, blade glinting, but not a speck of blood on it.

That is, that's what Lewis might have thought, until the predator grasped the teen's ear, yanked his head up off the floor, and dropped his other paw hard. A loud smack (two of them, in fact; the first as the panther's hand struck, the second as Victor's head struck the floor) and the ram yelped, blurrily stirring.

F- fuck... fuck,'' the teen whimpered, looking dazed as he peered up hazily at the panther over him.I... m' head... hurts...''

The panther flashed a wicked grin yet again, licking his chaps as he stood up and moved a paw to his zipper. ``Shut the fuck up... I just wanted to hear you whine like a bitch while I fuck you,'' he ordered.

His zipper came down, and the male let his pants drop. He kicked them off, exposing his own jockstrap... but unlike the clean, white pouch that the boys on the team had been wearing, his was yellowed, near brown, and the pungent aroma that filled the shack made the little bird heave a bit, whimpering. From behind, Lewis could see that the panther's ass was well-muscled, legs strong-looking. His long, black tail swayed from side to side, as if amused.

Victor groaned, nose twitching at the strong scent flooding his lungs. He whimpered, weakly pawing at his nose as if to bat the smell away. Due to his new angle, leaning up on one elbow with his head up, the blood spilling from his split head trailed down towards his left eye. He winced, hissing softly at the pain of blood in his eye.

The panther purred as he stared down at the concussed teenager. The ram could barely process that bulging, filthy jockstrap, stained with piss and cum and god only know what else. That is, he couldn't process it until the black-furred male slipped his thumbs under the waistband of his strap, and slipped them down.

The ram winced; if the jockstrap's unfiltered scent had made him want to pinch his nose, this new smell made him want to stop breathing entirely. The panther didn't have a sheathe; instead, the pink flesh of his humanoid cock protruded from a musky mound of matted-together pubic fur, the predator's shaft visibly a mess with white streaks. He was nearly 10 inches long, and uncut, his hard member twitching in the open air.

He reached a paw to his groin, purring as he crouched down on one knee in front of the dazed teen. His other paw grabbed Victor's jaw, the boy whimpering in pain and confusion. He groaned as the predator slapped his filthy cock on the ram's nose, some of that caked-on mess smearing onto his fur.

``F- fuck, man...'' Victor moaned, eyes blinking as he looked up at the panther with a thousand yard stare.

The panther purred, pulling back on his shaft and peeling the long foreskin back from his cockhead. The ram whimpered, watching as the foreskin's receding exposed thick, clumped chunks of smegma, rancid cock cheese assaulting the teen's nose.

Still purring, the predator said, ``Whether you open up or not, this cock is going in your mouth, boy... better if you open up for me.'' When Victor only whined again, visibly tearing up, the panther grinned, a glob of drool spilling down his chin and dripping onto the boy's snout.

``No, n- no, get off...'' the ram whimpered, but he couldn't do anything to stop the older male as he forced that cock passed his lips.

He didn't force the boy to deep throat him; it seemed he wanted the teen to taste that rancid smeg. With one paw gripping the teen's jaw, just above his throat, the other grabbed the top of his snout, fingers digging into the ram's maw to hold it open. He thrust down, grinding his filthy tip on Victor's tongue, eliciting a gag and a squirming yank.

Victor tried to get his hands under him, to pull away from the man who was using his muzzle. But his arms shook too much, muscular limbs useless without the focus to use them. He could do nothing in the face of having that smegma-coated cock grinding on his tongue, coating his mouth with it's thick, rancid taste.

The teen gave a sob, clenching his eyes shut, his concussed mind only able to think about the taste of filth in his muzzle. One of his hands found the panther's knee on the floor, clumsily grasping at his thigh, still too dazed to muster the strength push away.

The panther rocked his hips, panting and growling with lust as he thrust the first few inches of his throbbing, filthy cock on the teen's tongue, grinning and chuckling as he abused the boy. The ram's whimpers and struggling didn't deter the feline in the slightest; if anything, they made his hungry grin grow wider. His claws visibly cut into Victor's flesh, blood dripping down the teen's face, spilling onto the floor. He thrust in as deep as he'd been willing to go for now, the victim giving another quiet gag as it nearly pushed into his throat, smearing against the base of his tongue.

After far too long, by Victor's estimate, the feline pulled all the way out, removing his paw from the boy's bleeding, clawed-up snout, letting him pant and gag and shudder as he hazily tried to recover from the tongue-grinding face-fuck. The panther, meanwhile, grasped his cock, squeezing it between two fingers and pulling back the foreskin, grinning broadly.

Well, look at that,'' he chuckled, smacking his throbbing, pre-leaking member onto the teen's nose.You cleaned all the smeg off my cock... fuck, almost makes me wanna keep you,'' the predator huffed. He was stroking his cock, letting his thick pre drool down the teen's bleeding snout, dripping down the sides of his nose and into his mouth.

While Victor groaned, his assaulter brought his spit-wet cock to press at those parted lips, forcing between them and back into the boy's mouth. The ram whimpered as he felt that filthy cock back in his mouth; with how coated his maw was with that pungent smegma, he couldn't even really tell that it was no longer the source of that rancid taste. As the thrusts began again, he whined softly, closing his eyes and trying to tug his head away from the panther.

Then, abruptly, those black-furred hips thrust forward, muscular ass clenching as he forced himself as far forward as he could. That fat, throbbing cock pushed down the ram's throat, making him gag sharply and whine out, eyes widening and tearing up as he was choked on panther cock. The big feline dug his claws in for purchase, holding the boy tight and pressing that pre- and filth-covered nose into his thick, matted pubes. The ram's resistance, which had been weakening the longer he was getting face-fucked by the dark-furred male, redoubled, hands grasping for the panther's thighs, weakly grabbing at the paws holding his head in place. Heart hammering in his chest desperately, the teen's lips pursed, eyes welling up with tears of fear and pain. Slowly, the teen's body began to go slack: his legs kicked slower, until they only twitched, his hands slunk to the floor, his eyes fluttered.

Then, those paws released. Victor flopped to the floor, taking a heaving, coughing breath as his lungs drank in that sweet, sweet air. The panther's hard, slobbery cock pulsed, spurting pre onto the collapsed teen's body. His bloody, clawed fingers curled and uncurled, his panting, pleasured breaths echoing in the small room.

Victor whined, curling in on himself shakily and continuing to cough heavily, wetly, hands clamped over his muzzle as if to keep anything else from being forced down his throat. The teen whimpered, blinking up at the panting panther towering over him. ``P- Please...''

The black-furred predator purred, reaching his paws down and digging his claws into the teen's shoulders, earning a whimper of pain. Forced onto his back, the ram shivered, his limbs still unable to muster enough strength to fight back. Pre dripped onto the teen's face, that fat, unwashed panther cock throbbing and at the ready to plunge into the boy yet again.

... I'm going to fuck your throat, boy.'' The panther's words cut like a knife into the teen, who let out a choked sob.And if you're lucky, I might cum before you suffocate,'' he added with a purr, Victor whimpering softly.

Those powerful hands grasped the teen's muzzle, wrenching it open. The male rocked his hips, forcing his cock into that open maw and clamping the boy's lips down on his shaft. With a heavy, throbbing cock wedging his mouth open, the teen shivered, feeling hot pre drool into his mouth, thankfully not onto his tongue.

The panther rolled his hips back, tail thrashing and teeth grinning wickedly as he drew back from those clamped-shut lips, watching as nine inches of throbbing, red cock was poised in the teen's lips. The ram gave a short whimper, before the predator thrust forward, grinning as the whimper turned to a sharp gag, his throat visibly bulging with fat cock. Still gripping the boy's muzzle with one hand, the panther set his other on that bulging throat, rubbing roughly and panting out as he stimulated his cock through the teen's flesh.

``Fuck...'' the male growled, listening to the teen's rough gagging, watching his chest heave and his legs kick, struggling to muster the force to escape the rapist. Those muscular hips rolled again, slipping his cock out of the heaving throat, the ram taking half a breath before it was rammed in again.

Settling into a rough, but steady pace, the panther thrust all ten inches of fat cock down the teen's throat, the boy's gags and yelps filling the room, alongside the slapping if balls on nose, and deep, predatory growls. Despite the terror the ram was feeling, his jockstrap, on display between his clumsily thrashing legs, was tented, pre soaking into the cloth as he was face-fucked. The panther gave yet another growl, grinning down at the boy he was raping, those sharp fangs glinting in the light. Must be getting hard to breathe...'' he mused coldly, slamming balls deep into the teen and smirking at the sound of him gagging.Heart hammering... limbs getting weak... world going dark...''

It was all true. The ram's lungs burned in his chest, heart hammering to pump blood into his limbs, into his brain. His legs slowed in their kicking, awkwardly splayed out and displaying the still-throbbing cock between the boy's legs. His arms, having been trying to shove those strong hips away, flopped to the floor, fingers curling as he tried to will himself to move. And yet, his vision, limited to the floor and the heavy, cum-full balls slapping on his nose, grew darker and darker...

All at once, the cock blocking the teen's airway was removed, settling in his mouth to coat the ram's maw in precum. Just as Victor started sucking down breaths desperately, however, the claws on his throat clenched and ripped, and he yelped in pain. From the door, Lewis let out a shocked scream, eyes wide and tears flowing anew.

The ram's shredded throat poured blood, the teen's hidden eyes shooting wide with a feral need to survive. He thrashed, but the paw that had been holding his throat in place slammed against his chest, holding him down and stopping the boy from moving. He could only kick his legs, arms thrashing weakly as he bled to death quickly with a cock still in his mouth.

``Fuck... nothing better than a dying little bastard around your cock,'' the panther growled out, his cock throbbing in the teen's slackening maw. The ram gagged again, but instead of being unable to breathe because of the panther's throbbing dick buried in his throat, it was the blood and shredded throat stopping him.

Grabbing the teen's arm, the panther yanked his victim onto his side, grinning as he saw one of those feral, desperate, fearful eyes, tears still streaking down the ram's face.

``There, there... just let it happen, boy...''

The panther's terror-inducing voice was the last thing the ram could process, his eyes slipping shut as his crimson lifeblood spilled onto the floor. The scent of blood and musk and filth burned into the little bird's lungs as he fearfully drank in the death of his older friend.

Even after the ram passed out from blood loss, his chest continued to heave, desperately trying to breathe. Soon, that too fell still, the panther slipping his cock out of that slack maw, huffing gruffly, ``I don't fuck dead boys...''

Then, his eyes turned on the sobbing bird, whimpering and shivering, bare legs tucking up against his chest, as if he was trying to assume a fetal position. The panther stood, visibly flexing his blood-flecked hand as he stalked towards the whimpering boy, leaving the dead teen alone now.

``Which is bad news for you... means it's your turn,'' he growled, locking eyes with the cub.

As he moved closer, the panther grabbed up the filthy jockstrap from the floor, crumpling the stained underwear into a ball as he approached. He crouched down low, reaching out to grab a fistful of headfeathers, lifting the bird's head and earning a yelp of pain, eyes clenching shut. As that beak spread open to cry out, the predator jammed his jockstrap into the cub's maw, earning a yelp and gag as the rancid flavor permeated his mouth.

``There... keep you from screaming.'' The predator's words made Lewis whine as his beak was clamped down on the jockstrap. A paw slipped into that jacket again, this time extracting a nearly emptied roll of duct tape. Using his sharp teeth, the panther ripped off an end of it, making quick work of taping the cub's beak shut on top of the yellowed jockstrap.

Gagged and bound, the whimpering boy could do nothing as his ankle was grabbed and he was dragged towards the middle of the room. He let out a muffled cry as he imagined being forced to see Victor, dead with his throat torn out, up close. Thankfully, it seemed the panther was just getting some space from the door, not dragging the bird beside his murdered friend.

He dropped the cub's leg, sneakers clunking against the floor. He scooped up the knife, and the bird yelped. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the panther crouched down and started cutting up Lewis's clothes, though the cub whimpered as he realized he'd neglected to even wear a jockstrap, like the coach usually told him to.

Mm... freeballing, huh?'' the panther teased, bringing one of those sharp claws to tease at the cub's balls, soft feathery plumage ruffled by the predator's touch. Lewis shivered, tears streaking down his cheeks as he whimpered.Heh... or maybe you're just a lil slut.''

He made quick work of the cub's shirt, leaving him naked on the floor except for his shoes and socks. Lewis tried to bring his knees up, trying to cover his small dick with his thighs, but the panther's bare, clawed foot set firmly on his thigh, holding it in place. A few of those toes curled, claws digging into the boy's feathery limb, cutting into his flesh painfully.

He purred, teasing, ``Ah, ah, sweet little bird. I didn't cut those off just for you to hide that little bone of yours.''

Though the taste and smell were much stronger than the boy was used to, it was true: that musky scent and flavor were arousing the cub. He was blushing, panting softly around the jockstrap jammed in his beak, his little cock erect and twitching despite his urge to flee from the filthy feline. This only made the little bird whine, ashamed to be aroused by the cub-snuffer's filth, especially after he'd just murdered the ram.

His rough paws grasped the handcuffed boy, manhandling him into position. Soon, the panther was lying on the floor, claws digging into the bird's hips as he was sat on the older male's belly, panting and whimpering fearfully. He could feel that hot, throbbing cock against his back, shivering as he realized how far up it went on his body, pre dripping onto his feathers and matting them down. The panther, meanwhile, huffed softly, enjoying the feeling of the cub's soft ass against his body, grinding his member against the boy's back.

He lifted the cub into a squatting position, sneakers pressed against the floor as he was poised over the fat, throbbing cock. Lewis whined, trying to beg for the man to do anything else, before he was pulled down, one of the predator's paws handling the boy's hips, while the other angled his cock for the boy's unlubricated tailhole, tail feathers held out of the way as he was forcibly impaled on the murderer's dick. He forcibly dragged the cub down further, moaning and growling with pleasure as his throbbing red length was buried in tight, squirming boy ass.

``Fuck, you're tight,'' the man panted out, spreading his legs a bit and rocking his hips up, grinding his cock against the boy's prostate; a spurt of pre jetted onto his shirt, though given how filthy it appeared, the bird could hardly expect that to matter to the panther.

Soon, Lewis felt his ass pressed down against the filthy male's matted pubes, heavy balls hot on his rump. The cub panted around the jockstrap, legs shaking as he wished he could pull off.

Only one paw was keeping him down now, claws drawing blood from the plumes of blue feathers.

The knife glinted as it was pulled from the panther's jacket with his free hand. The sight of it out again made the cub whine, twisting and trying to pull away as it neared his flesh. This... had to be a game. He was just trying to scare the boy, that had to be it... he'd only used it to cut up the boys' clothing before, so he must prefer to keep it clean of blood, right....?

The bird's desperate thoughts were cut off as the blade plunged into his belly. He screamed, muffled by the filthy underwear in his maw, eyes wide and pouring tears as pain burned in his gut. The knife sliced through his flesh easily, a long slit from left to right in his belly, right below his bellybutton. Blood spilled out down his body, soaking his feathers and streaming down over his still-twitching cock; somehow, even being gutted hadn't dissuaded the cub's erection.

Here's your `game','' the panther growled, setting the bloody knife (the bright red on the first two inches of the blade made the cub whimper) on the floor beside him.You ride my cock as hard as you can... and if you get me to cum before you die, I'll call an ambulance for you. They might just be able to save you, even.''

The words, thankfully, cut through the panic in the cub's brain, and though they were vague about actually surviving the wound, Lewis zeroed in on one thing: Make the panther cum, and he got to live. He didn't want to die, he didn't. He had to do this...

The panther's paw was removed from the boy's hip, leaving him to balance and ride that fat, throbbing cock on his own. With a whimper, he leaned forward a bit, retching a bit as he felt his cut open insides shift painfully. And so, crying and in pain, hands cuffed behind his back, the cub began to rock his hips up and down, bouncing on the predator's throbbing cock.

He hadn't orgasmed inside the ram. He hadn't. He had to be close, had to be so close to blowing his load. The little bird just had to milk it out of him.

He clenched his hole, ignoring the burning in his belly as his muscles contracted, trying to pleasure the panther's length. Even the stinging burn of fucking dry didn't register, not with the boy's slit open belly still oozing blood all over, making a crimson mess of the panther's belly. He'd lifted his shirt up, jacket out of the way so neither would get soaked in blood.

Lewis clumsily bounced a bit faster, eyes watering and breaths heaving, panting heavily. He rose until only an inch of that hard panther cock was inside him, plunging down with a loud, wet slap. He felt something come loose, reddening, inflamed eyes burning as they peered down to see something solid sloughing through the cut in his stomach. No, he had to ignore it, the bird decided, lifting his head desperate, trying to ignore the painful tugging sensation, the wet sounds, as more began to slip through his gut.

``Good boy... nearly there...'' the panther purred, setting his paws behind his head, reclining and moaning as he felt that tight, dry boy ass swallowing up his cock. His tail swayed happily, enjoying the dying boy desperately trying to get him to cum.

Lewis slammed down again, feeling those plump balls pressed against his ass as he panted heavily, legs shaking as he tried to catch his breath. The little bird knew he didn't have long, knew he couldn't waste too much time... but he was getting so tired, blood loss and pain and exhaustion tearing into the boy. With a heave, he forced his legs to move, lifting up high and returning to his work.

The panther growled lustfully, looking at the gutted cub riding him. Blood-spattered viscera hung from his slit open belly, the pink of his cock hidden in crimson as it twitched desperately.

With a purr, the panther realized he was very close to orgasming. He curled his toes, huffing out and growling softly. The scent of blood, the sight of that gored open bird, the feeling of that tight little ass on his cock... it made his head swim with pleasure, made his balls contract. ``Fuck... that's a good boy... fuck, just a bit more...''

The words urged on the cub, even as he felt more of his insides spill out onto the panther's belly. The smell of blood and the unrelenting, powerful burn in his torn open stomach was all he could feel, but despite that, one thing was on his mind: Survive. Have to survive. Have to get this bastard to cum. Have to get him to call help...

The bird's rocking thrusts grew a bit quicker, shorter as that cock throbbing and twitched, precum spilling out of his hole to soak into those furry pubes.

At long last, the panther let out a roar, thrusting his hips up to meet the cub's ass. Thick, hot panther cum shot in dense ropes into the boy's ass, the disturbance to his thrusts making him flop forward onto the murderous feline's chest. The motion removed that orgasming cock from his ass, letting the rest of its thick seed jet onto the cub's bare back, soaking his ass and tail, spraying all over his hands and upper back with the force of the blood-aroused climax.

With a heaving breath, the bird shivered, sobbing openly and squirming. His ass was numb, not even feeling the heat and the thick cum spilling out of his hole. All he could feel was the burning ache in his disemboweled belly, hot, bloody viscera spilling onto the panting predator's body.

His paws came up, settling on the cub's back. His heaving breaths slowed as he gathered himself, turning a bit and settling the bird onto his side on the floor. The boy whimpered, hazily blinking at the panther as he moved to get up.

The man ripped the duct tape off the cub's beak, retrieving the filthy, bird-spit soaked jockstrap as he stood, letting the boy breathe air that didn't taste like unwashed balls.

``P- please... help...'' the cub whined softly, legs curling as he attempted to return to a fetal position. His blood began to pool underneath him, that messy viscera spilling from his belly limp on the floor. Strings of white bird semen clung to the boy's mess, evidence that, even as he was dying, he'd blown his load while riding the panther.

The male stood up, letting his shirt fall over the bloody mess that soaked into his black fur. He stepped over the dying bird's figure, ignoring his whimpers, his quiet pleas. The panther unlocked his handcuffs and stored them, returning to retrieve his pants. He slipped on the jockstrap, hiding his messy cock in the wet underwear, before tugging on his pants. Lewis watched, crying softly, as the man tugged on a pair of boots from back where he'd been hiding.

He tried, one last time: ``P- please... mister...''

The panther turned his eyes on the sobbing, gored little bird cub. He flashed those sharp teeth in a wicked grin, purring softly. Of course, dear boy...'' he huffed, extracting a phone from his pocket. He dialed a number, and once a voice picked up on the other end, the male purred out,There's two boys in the shack at the junior high school... one is dead, the other dying. Hurry, or it'll be two funerals.''

With that, he cast the phone onto Victor's cold corpse, the operator on the other end audibly requesting details, asking what the man meant, asking for clarity.

Purring happily, the panther zipped up his jacket. He still smelled like filth and blood as he headed for the door, boots heavy against the concrete floor that Lewis was dying against. He stopped at the door, flashing a grin at the cub. ``They'll be here soon... hopefully.''

With that, the man stepped through the door, shutting it behind him. Lewis gave a heaving sob, shaking with fear as he peered down at the mess spilling out of him. He didn't want to die... he didn't... he'd done what the panther ordered, so why was he still dying...?

~~~*~~~

Coach Gray gave a barking order, urging the slowing rat to pick up his pace in jogging his laps. Despite his order to hurry, he'd figured Lewis and Victor would take their sweet time; the little bird had a habit of flashing his ass at anything with a cock, after all.

The wolf's eyes tracked towards the shack, seeing movement.

Instead of the bird and ram stepping out, it was a tall, black panther, dressed in a jacket, jeans, and boots. The unknown male tugged a hood up over his head as he turned and strolled off to the door in the fence.

Gray narrowed his eyes. That man wasn't familiar... had Lewis invited some stranger onto school property again?

Or...

Had the panther broken in?

``Keep it up; I'm gonna check what's taking those boys so long,'' the wolf barked, handing his clipboard off to one of the older boys.

With a huff, the sweaty wolf stalked towards the storage shack. `What the fuck is going on?' he wondered as he walked down the field.

When he reached the shack, he was surprised, and afraid, at the smell of blood that seemed to pour out the ajar door. His tail tucked between his legs, his paw grasping the knob and his ears tipping back fearfully. Please, no...

He opened the door, and gave a loud howl of despair.