Not wanting to get anywhere near that fishy smelling, dirty pussy you gulp as you turn towards the door of the principals office. You stare at it as if it’s the door to an electric chair. You put your hand on the knob and slowly turn it, you can practically hear all the gears shifting inside the door handle as you open the door. As soon as the door so much as cracks open a gust of fetid air bursts out at you, as you can already smell with your not so perceptive human nose the gross scent of your gnoll principal. Who’s idea was it to replace all the school’s faculty with gnolls. Wasn’t it a little unfair to the human students that might feel singled out. I know it’s nice to practice understanding between different species but even you feel a lonely and afraid surrounded by these stinky gnolls and now was no exception as you gulp walking in to see you large, towering, fat gnoll man that was Mr. Carson. He chuckles deeply, “Hello there, do you know why you’ve been sent here?” You shake your head wearily. He chuckles as he answers…
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