Chapter 4

After Typhon’s defeat of Romeo, the environment of the school became much quieter and became thick with tension. Everyone was on edge, fearing that the hulking chimera might decide to prey on them next. The mere thought of having to face that great brute of a monster and the fate that came with defeat haunted everyone, both student and teacher alike. Some of them gave up going to school altogether and refused to go anywhere near the place til they knew Typhon was long gone and never going to come back.
On the opposite spectrum of all this was Typhon himself. After absorbing both Brock and Dozer, Typhon was already physically more powerful than anyone else in the school and was taller than anyone by a towering length. Adding Romeo’s flexibility and speed only added to his terror now, ensuring nobody could escape him. With such a great body now his own, Typhon truly felt like an apex predator, a creature resting comfortably at the top of the food chain and staring down at everyone else that he could only consider prey. Even so, Typhon didn’t have any real intention to devour anyone else, at least he didn’t see many that would offer him enough for the effort. He simply enjoyed to see the fearful reaction of anyone who he made eye contact with and watched them turn pale and panic. To see just what kind of terror this body of his could cause just from appearances alone filled the chimera with such joy. He truly and completely loved being a monster.
“I can barely even recognize myself as the runt I once was,” he cackled to himself in the first floor rest room of the school as he hunched over to have his face level with the mirror by the sinks. Rubbing over his chiseled chin, he showed off his toothy grin as he delighted in every little detail of raw masculinity he possessed. “Heh. Guess that’s to be expected with such a quality diet as the one I’ve had. Brock, Dozer, and Romeo, they were all some of the best this school had to offer and now it’s all mine. I can hardly wait for who I will feast upon next, if there is anymore Grade A meat left in this place.”
At that moment, another student entered the bathroom. He was a deer with a fairly nice build and a large set of antlers. He happened to walk in just in time to hear the last thing Typhon had said and was now frozen in fear like he was staring down the headlights of an approaching car. Typhon noticed his arrival and smirked at him.
The deer did all he could to escape his fear and flee, but couldn’t even manage one step before Typhon spoke to him. “Oh, are you offering yourself to me?” he asked as he proceeded to the potential prey. The deer only came up to his pecks, horns included, but each step the chimera took as he moved closer made the cervine perceive him as actively growing larger, becoming mountainous compared to him and that he’d squish him like an ant if he took even another step closer. Bringing his hand down to hold the deer’s chin, he gently caressed the side of his face with a finger while keeping his gazed locked with his. “Well, are you, small fry?”
The deer tried to say something, but could only stutter from the intense fear he was feeling. He looked ready to burst like a balloon with just even a slight bit more pressure applied to him. Happy to push him over the edge, Typhon took his hand off his face and then, with one claw, he gave the deer a very gentle tap to his nose. It wasn’t much, but it was more than enough to get him to turn around abruptly and flee, bumping into the walls of the bathroom as he made his way out and then into anyone else unfortunate enough to be passing by in the

halls. Typhon didn’t bother pursuing him. He never intended to as he was far from interested at what a miniscule meal he would have offered him.
“Guess that guy can’t take a joke,” chuckled the chimera as he proceeded back to the mirror to resume admiring himself. As he did, he felt a slight stinging on his arm and turned to see a slight cut he had received. “How did I…” he pondered for a moment before he realized the obvious. “Probably when I spooked him. The deer’s horns must have grazed against me when he turned to run off. Not that it matters, since I am a fast healer. Still, those things are rather sturdy despite their appearance. I’m a bit impressed, but I’ve already got a nice pair courtesy of Dozer and ones like those look like they’d get in the way more than anything else.”
Standing before the mirror once more, Typhon flexed his uninjured arm and marveled at the bulging muscles he possessed. He then sighed, feeling a bit sad. “Sadly, I doubt I’ll be able to add bulk like this so easily from a single prey after this. Not from this school anyway. I’ve already consumed the three big fishes here and everyone else now looks like pathetic guppies in my eyes. I may have to start looking beyond mere physical improvements in muscle mass and dexterity moving forward, but then what should I aim? Brains? Charisma? Wit? I doubt anyone here possessed more than I did back when I first arrived.”
As the chimera continued to ponder in what direction he should strive to evolve next, Typhon reached his hand down to his crotch and started to rub his length hidden underneath his pants. Murring with pleasure as his member proceeded to harden and thicken, it quickly grew cramped in the chimera’s trousers and forced him to either pull them down or risk his dick puncturing a hole right through them. Typhon chose to do the former, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear, allowing his cock to spring free of them and stand at full mast.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing this bad boy in all its glory,” chuckled Typhon as he gazed proudly at his manhood. “From a tiny, little nub, I have nurtured it into a rod worthy of this body of mine and likely the envy of even Gods.” Observing just how far it now reached, from leaning back against the sinks, Typhon could block passage of anyone attempting to enter the stalls. “If I wanted to, I could use it as a toll bar and change anyone wanting to take a leak or drop a turd. Heh, if someone else were to come in here right now, I’d be tempted to try, but I could probably shake anyone down for money whenever I wanted, since who would even have the nuts to challenge me. Oh, well, not like I even need money in the first place.” Letting out a sigh, Typhon went silent, not sure what else he could really say to himself. Looking down at his cock, he smiled a little. “Since it’s out and hard, I guess now’s as good a time as any to jerk off and leave the custodial engineer a little overtime pay.”
Laughing at the thought, Typhon became even more eager to make it a reality as he rubbed his thick monster-long length with both hands, reaching as far forward as he was able to and soothingly running his hands down to the base. After a few attempts at this, he already had his dick twitching happily and pre was leaking out of his colossal cock in large, thick globs. It wasn’t long before so much of his spunk oozed out that the floor in front of his feet now possessed a gooey puddle that was getting larger by the fap.
Murring and groaning with bliss, Typhon reached behind him to gather up some soap from a dispenser and used it as a lube to help hasten his rubbing and increase the pleasure he could provide himself. “So fucking good,” he moaned as the tingle of bliss spread to his entire body and encouraged him to jerk himself off faster and faster.

The chimera’s bowling ball-sized nuts continued to work, pumping out pre like his dick was a faucet left on a very low setting. His small puddle of cum continued to spread out, nearing his toes and even going into one of the nearby bathroom stalls as it reached a point that that custodial engineer was going to need a mop and bucket for this spill clean up. Typhon then gave his sac a firm squeeze to help urge his lust further over the edge. Doing so caused his flow coming out his cockhead to increase even more.
It was at this point that everyone who had been around when the deer left the bathroom earlier had dispersed and a bunny student hopped over to use the restroom, unaware what awaited him inside. First, he was hit with the thick, musky scent of lust in the air just as he pushed the door open, but before he could even consider fleeing whatever was the source of this potent odor, he stepped inside and saw the chimera happily masteurbating without a care in the world. Even being caught in the act didn’t cause Typhon to pause from jacking off. Actually, he fixed his gaze to the hare and wagged a finger to urge him closer.
“Hello, little, soft, bunny boy,” he spoke to him in a usual manner that was dripping with devious intent. “Care to help me out with this dick of mine? Given how strongly procreating is etched into the genes of small rodents, I’m sure you must be plenty knowledgeable about all sorts of ways to make jacking off even more enjoyable. Care to give me a few pointers?”
The bunny didn’t answer as his mind was still attempting to process what was going on before him. All he was certain of was that it was a terrifying sight to behold, causing his nose to twitch nervously.
“Are you frightened, little one?” questioned Typhon, well aware of the answer, but asked anyway to play along with the small critter. “You don’t have to be.” Leaning forward, he grinned to show off his pointy teeth. “After all, I’m not that scary a monster, am I?”
“Yeargh!” cried the rabbit, as he turned to flee, fumbling about just as much as the deer student had as he put as much distance between him and Typhon as possible.
“Guess I am,” chuckled Typhon shamelessly as he returned his focus to the climax of his cock rubbing. Faster and faster he jerked himself off till he received that wonderful, high feeling upon pushing himself over the edge and caused his dick to twitch, throb, and then, finally spew seed like a geyser. Cum shot out of his cock and hit the dividers on the bathroom stalls, coating a chunk of them in his spunk that oozed onto the floor, adding to the puddle of pre he had already made.
“That was nice,” sighed Typhon as he relished those last few lingering moments of bliss as his cock softened and turned limp. Turning around, he washed the lust off his claws and cock and then pulled his pants back up. After that, the chimera took his leave, not bothering with the mess he left behind, save for a single thought, “I really do hope they pay the janitor extra when he has to clean that up.”
As Typhon exited the bathroom, he checked his arm where the small cut had been, however it was no longer there and not even a scab was visible. Typhon rubbed a finger over the spot a few times and then proceeded to the front of the school. “Well, I get the feeling I won’t find anyone willing to challenge me today. Guess I’ll head home for now and check back at the school in a few days.” Typhon continued to walk to the door, but stopped in his tracks as soon as an announcement went over the intercom.
“Attention students, would Typhon please report to the assembly hall,” spoke a voice that he didn’t recognize, but made him smirk excitedly over this sudden development. “Also, all

remaining classes and after school activities are canceled. All students, teachers, and faculty members are to immediately leave the building and the school grounds within the next thirty minutes with the exception of Typhon. Any who remain do so at their own peril. That is all.” The intercom cut off.
Moments later, all the students proceeded out of the classrooms. All of them were apprehensive over that sudden announcement as they headed towards the nearest way out of the school. Despite being given a full half an hour worth of time to make use of before they had to leave the grounds, most just grabbed their books and other materials they had with them in class and hurried home. They didn’t bother to grab their backpacks from their lockers or did anything else to delay their departure even a minute longer.
“Seems I was delightfully mistaken,” smirked Typhon as he grinned where he stood, letting all the students and faculty members take their leave. He didn’t even have to bother to move out of their way as they all carefully avoided coming within his reach, well aware of what he was capable of and didn’t dare take the chance to end up like Brock and the others.
Once most of the school’s populace had fled whatever battle was about to take place, Typhon turned away from the way out of the school and headed, as instructed, to the assembly hall. A few more students hurried by him, glancing at the chimera as they hurried by. Typhon walked forward, at his leisure, certain nothing would start till the thirty minutes were used up.
“I wonder what’s in store for me this time,” he pondered. “Who challenged me and to what and what will I gain once I win? I’ve already got plenty of brute strength and my speed is unmatched as I am now too. All that was from the three greatest athletes in this school.
Gaining any more would be a laughable contribution.” Reaching down, he rubbed at his crotch contentedly, feeling a boner coming on from how much he was looking forward to this latest challenge. “However, I can also use a bigger cock and balls and whoever is behind this has to have quite a pair to challenge me at this point.”
Reaching the doors to the auditorium, Typhon pushed them open and saw that it was dark in there, save for a single spotlight over the stage where an anthro shark was sitting with a pencil and activity book on his lap. He didn’t raise his head upon Typhon’s entrance to see who had come in. He just kept on gazing down and occasionally scribbled something down in the book.
Quietly, the chimera proceeded down to the front of the assembly hall, standing in front of the stage as he gazed up at the shark. Going through what information he had obtained from his past victims, Typhon was able to retrieve a bit of info. “You… you’re, uh, Bruce, correct?”
“Uh huh,” he nodded, still not so much as looking over at the chimera. Such a simple, apathetic response left Typhon bewildered. He was used to hearing stuttering or some display of swagger to hide their obvious fear of the monster they were about to risk their life against.
But, in this situation, Bruce didn’t even look like he cared at all.
“Uh… are you the guy challenging me this time?” questioned Typhon, not all that sure he
was.
“Yeah, I am,” he nodded, tugging at his sleeve to check the time. “In about ten more
minutes. Even sooner, if I finish this puzzle before then. Now, hush. No talking while I’m concentrating.”
“Okay…” replied the confused chimera. “Is this how you warm yourself up? Is your challenge to me to see who can solve a puzzle first or some-”

“Did I not tell you to shut up?” snarled the shark as he bared his many pointy teeth and glared down at Typhon. Though the sharp teeth and glare was something that Typhon could emulate with ease, the bloodlust and intimidation behind them was something else entirely. It was something Typhon’s previous three opponents lacked and was far more real and intense than the playful displays he put on to flaunt his own might. Breaking out in a cold sweat, Typhon felt like he could have very well have been killed if he didn’t remain quiet so that the shark could finish the page in his puzzle book. Moving back carefully, the monster sat down in one of the many seats behind him and waited patiently for the shark to finish.
“That’s better,” muttered the shark as he returned his focus to his number puzzle. The malice he was emanating went away instantly too like it could be toggled with the flick of a switch.
“Heheh,” chuckled Typhon silently as he sat and waited. “I like what I see so far. He might be an even greater monster than me… on the inside, at least. Taking that will certainly be a great prize indeed and a few sharky body parts would be a nice addition. Now I really can’t wait to win here.”
“Someone sure looks eager,” pondered Bruce as he snuck a peek at the chimera and could see the hunger to devour him written all over his face. “He probably thinks he’s already won whatever game I’m going to challenge him to.” A smirk spread across his face as he filled in another number on his sudoku, bit by bit filling in the grid. There were only a few empty squares left. “He’s just a big kid that’s been picking on smaller ones. It’s time he finally picked on someone his own size… or better yet, someone bigger than him. Much, much bigger.” Growing a bit too excited, his predatory instincts started to radiate from his body. Typhon gripped the arms of his chair, eager and ready to finally get things started. However, that bloodlust suddenly vanished again the instant he looked back down at his sudoku. “Once I finish this puzzle first.”
“Oh, come on!” groaned Typhon, his excitement dashed with more waiting. “I’ll be done soon,” Bruce assured him. “Five more minutes tops. Promise.”
Grumbling, Typhon rested the side of his head on his fist and waited once more. With his free hand, he rubbed at his crotch, enjoying the pleasure to help pass the time. Finally, Bruce wrote in the final number he needed to complete his puzzle, smiled warmly, proud to have solved it. The land shark then closed the puzzle book, placed it on the ground with the pencil on top.
“Finally ready?” asked Typhon as he watched his opponent stand up and stretch.
Getting up, he did the same.
“Yeah,” he nodded, feeling his body limber up after sitting for an extended period of time. “Sorry about that. I would have started this earlier, but I just can’t help myself and started doing another puzzle and, well, if worse comes to worse, I’d hate to leave it half solved.”
“Should I take it then that means you aren’t confident in your ability to beat me?” assumed the chimera, approaching him with a cocky smirk.
“Oh, no,” Bruce assured him, waving a hand. “I’m very confident in my ability to kill you, but nothing in life is guaranteed so I prefer to err on the side of caution and avoid doing something I might regret, including leaving a puzzle incomplete.”
“Well, either you are being serious and I should be cautious because you are taking me very seriously to the point you accept I could defeat you,” analyzed Typhon. “Or, you have just

been messing with me this entire time with the intent of throwing me off balanced, in which case, I should be even more wary of you.”
“I heard you were very intelligent despite being such a savage monster,” confessed Bruce. “I suppose your more malevolent and primal nature kicks in once the adrenaline does. That’s how it is for me.”
“Oh, you’ll know when my primal side is coming out,” grinned Typhon, attempting to climb onto the stage while exuding his powerful hunger to consume all that the shark was. He expected to see the terror in him that everyone else in the school displayed when he was anywhere nearby, but Bruce remained as collected as ever. And as he gazed back at Typhon’s eyes, the chimera felt like the void was staring back at him. Even more than that, it felt like the void was about to swallow him whole as that same bloodlust from before reared its ugly head at him and urged him to back away.
“W-What is this pressure?” questioned Typhon, finding himself the one suddenly shaking
in fear.
“How should I explain this?” pondered Bruce, his tone so calm that it didn’t seem
possible that he could be emanating such murderous intent like it was the most natural thing in the world, but Typhon couldn’t deny what was happening right in front of him. “You see, I’m a specialist in what I do, which is making things go away that my clients dislike. Skipping false pretenses, I am a killer. I kill who I’m told to make dead and you are my current target. It is a job I take seriously, but never personally.”
“I guess you’re not really a student here then, not that I’m particularly picky about who I go up against,” Typhon replied, attempting to keep his cool, but he was already breaking a sweat and they were still merely exchanging words with one another.
“Oh, I am a student, but it’s never too early to begin a career,” he went on. “I can’t say I’m anything like a regular student here, but, then again, neither are you. So, if that’s all settled, shall we begin?”
“V-Very well,” nodded Typhon. “What is your challenge? What do you plan to have us
do?”
“Oh, this isn’t a game,” he clarified as he retrieved a switchblade from his pocket. With a
flick of his wrist, he revealed the sharp blade. “I said I was going to kill you and I intend to do just that. Now, time to see what color you bleed.”
Hopping off the stage with switchblade in hand, Bruce didn’t hesitate to rush at Typhon. The chimera watched, the fact that this life or death match had already started barely registered with him, but seeing the shark lunging at him with such a simple blade seemed almost laughable. “Does he really expect to fight me with such a small weapon?” he thought. “Even if it could cut me, I am stronger than him many times over. There’s no way he could-”
“Die!” spoke Bruce with a snaggle-toothed grin as he neared his target. As the two locked eyes, a powerful fear gripped Typhon. His body began to tremble as perspiration seeped into his clothes. Struggling to move, to do anything at all, Typhon couldn’t believe that as he was nlw he was hesitating, but as he stared at the shark on the attack, it felt almost like that he was about to swallow him whole.
Managing to escape freezing fear with terror-filled panic, Typhon leapt from his seat, avoiding Bruce as he plunged the blade into the chair’s cushioned back. With ease, he sliced through the chair’s stuffing. “What’s the matter?” the great white asked, pulling the knife out and

turning towards his quarry. Casually walking, he approached Typhon who was now putting distance between them, hurrying up the incline to the back of the auditorium. “Why is the big, bad monster running away from me?”
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” panicked Typhon, attempting to flee. He pushed open the door and kept running forward, bashing into some of the lockers against the wall, denting them in the process. Panting and wheezing, he stopped running and tried to calm himself down.
“Damn it all,” he grumbled. “What’s happening to me? Why am I freaking out over an overgrown fish? I should be able to consume him just as easily as all the others before him. It should be even easier with how strong I’ve made myself, so why is it turning out like this?”
“What’s the matter?” questioned Bruce as he made his way out of the auditorium and proceeded through the door and over to Typhon. “It’s not like a predator to flee from its prey or has the hunter suddenly become the hunted?”
“I just lost my nerve there for a second,” admitted Typhon. “You caught me by surprise that you’d just come at me so brazenly. Nothing more than that.”
“Nothing more?” questioned Bruce as he approached Typhon once more, his knife at the ready and his many rows of sharp teeth visible on his grin. “Is that really the case?”
Typhon watched as the gangster shark neared him. The fish was barely half his height and yet, once more, he had a towering presence that the chimera felt could very easily gobble him up if he didn’t run. Out of instinct, Typhon found himself taking a cautionary step backwards and then another as Bruce came even closer. Panting hard, the chimera couldn’t explain what was happening to him. He was a big, scary brute and yet he was now cowering like a frightened kitten.
“I’d say it is something more than just a knee jerk reaction,” continued Bruce. “You invaded this school acting like an animal that arrived in an environment that had no means to oppose you. You took over, making the school your less a hunting ground and more a playground for you to toy around with your food, thinking yourself invincible, but now you’ve come across something you hadn’t accounted for.”
“And what is that?” questioned Typhon defensively snarling.
“That another monster already existed in this school,” he answered. “One that wouldn’t foolishly play your silly, little games and let you have your way. No. If you’re going to want to consume me, then you are going to have to do so before I devour you first.”
“Like that would even be difficult for me to do?” scoffed Typhon. “If you didn’t already know, I merely need to make contact with you and I can drain away everything that is you in mere minutes.”
“I have already been informed of that interesting ability of yours,” admitted Bruce, still moving towards Typhon without any hesitation at all. “You require physical contact with your prey to use your power. I also know that you can use water as a conductor, granted, I doubt we have to worry about a downpour indoors, so I only need to concern myself with the former method. That being said, do you honestly believe you can stay in contact with me to drain away my strength before I can deliver a fatal blow?”
“A fatal blow?” asked Typhon. “With what? That pathetic excuse for a butterknife?” “A butterknife?” relied Bruce as he pressed the blade of his switchblade against the
metal lockers and demonstrated what the butterknife was capable of as it cut through the metal as if it were tin foil. “I’ll admit it’s not the most impressive blade at my disposal, but it is quite

sharp, enough that your hide shouldn’t be much trouble to pierce. After that, it’s just a matter of striking those vitals. Easy as that.”
“Then the game today is a battle of survival,” stated Typhon, his heart racing as a grin spread across his face. “Who will end who first?”
“You’re shaking and yet you’re smiling,” noted Bruce. “Have you already gone hysterical before I’ve even had the pleasure to hunt you down?”
“Just excited,” he confessed. “I was starting to think I had already consumed everything worthwhile from this school and there was nothing left but scraps to either waste time cobbling together into a decent meal or to leave and find better hunting grounds. The fact that you can get me this excited despite not being stronger, bigger, or faster than me just proves that this place must have at least a few more things worth adding to my body beyond raw might. Let me thank you for helping me realize that now. I might not remember later once I’ve reduced you to nothing more than a pathetic little guppy while I fuck you silly.”
“Aren’t you declaring your victory a bit prematurely?” asked Bruce, stopping mere feet from Typhon, staying just out of range of his reach. “You’ve been the one losing ground this whole time, after all. This is much different from those little games you played before, isn’t it?”
“Definitely more exciting, but it’s still just a game that I will figure out in the end.”
“I would hardly call this a game, but so be it,” smirked Bruce. “We’ll play within the confines of the school till one of us is defeated. If either of us exits the building then that’s an instant forfeit, not that I think that should be a problem.”
“None at all,” nodded Typhon as he lunged at Bruce this time. “Let’s begin!”
Seeing the chimera come at him, Bruce didn’t hesitate to strike back, slicing at Typhon’s outstretched arms with his blade and cut at his palms. Letting out a monstrous roar, Typhon pulled back in pain for a moment, but then lashed out again, his injuries adding to his rage.
Bruce, however, rushed in, getting past his sweeping claws as he attempted to stab up at his chest.
Leaping out of the way, Typhon retreated from Bruce who watched him with a cocky smirk on his face. Holding up his switchblade to his nostrils, he deeply inhaled the scent of the bits of blood that were on it. “You move quite well for having such a large, lumbering body,” he praised Typhon. “You managed to avoid me piercing your heart. Pretty impressive, but how about we take things up a notch.” Typhon watched as Bruce put his knife to his mouth and carefully licked it clean of his blood.
“Up a notch?” thought Typhon, still catching his breath after narrowly avoiding that fatal strike and dreading the thought that things were already going to get worse. There was a moment of silence and then a savage smirk appeared on the great white’s face as he gazed at his prey, lusting for more of that delicious blood he had just sampled. Letting that yearning invigorate and fill him with adrenaline, Bruce lashed out at Typhon, his movements fast, wild, and without hesitation. He even went so far as to snap at the chimera with his many rows of razor sharp teeth.
It was all Typhon could do to avoid such savage attacks. There were more than a few openings in the shark's strikes that he could have exploited to grab at the shark and start siphoning off his strength, however, he couldn’t work up the nerve to risk such a bold move. Seeing the murderous intent in the shark’s eyes, the flash of his blade at it flew at him, and the sound of his teeth as his jaw snap shut urged him to retreat.

Back and back and back some more, Typhon found himself losing ground as he retreated down the hall. Carefully, chimera did all he could to keep from tripping over his own feet as he avoided his foe. Suddenly, he felt his tail touch against the wall behind him, leaving him nowhere left to retreat back to. Desperately, Typhon turned to swing his tail at the shark as he bolted away. Bruce was quick to duck under his trailing appendage as it whipped at him.
Then, not wasting even a second to avoid that dodge, Bruce followed up with another attack and sliced at the underside of Typhon’s foot while it was high up from his sprinting.
“Grah!” he cried out, feeling the deep slice in his foot, but Typhon didn’t stop running.
Fighting against the pain, he sprinted away, looking to put some distance between him and the great white as he tried to think of some means to overcome his opponent.
“So my prey has decided to flee,” commented Bruce as he watched him rush away to another part of the school, but made no effort to chase after him and his cheetah speed. He just looked down at the trail of blood he left behind from his foot. “Will he flee the school with his tail between his legs or try to find a way to defeat me and my killer instinct? Oh, I can’t wait to see what he comes up with.” Licking the fresh blood off his knife, he stoked his bloodlust some more with it. “Oh, this is almost as fun as a game of Sudoku.”

“Damn it all,” growled Typhon, angered more by his own cowardice than Bruce’s aggressive tactics. “What the hell kind of monster am I to run away from my food like that? I’m stronger than him. I’m faster than him. What does he have that I don’t? Why do I break into a sweat whenever he looks at me with bloodlust in his eyes?”
“I am a killer. It is my job to make things dead,” Typhon recalled as he continued to flee. “This isn’t a game like you’ve been playing with the others. Now, I wonder what color you bleed.”
Dropping to his knees, Typhon found himself terribly winded even despite knowing he should have possessed tons more stamina. The injury to his foot was merely a minor flesh wound that he could easily shrug off, but looking back, he could see the trailing bits of his blood creating a path straight towards him. Gazing at it, he recalled how feral sharks were adept at trailing prey by the scent of their blood in the water. Typhon considered Bruce was able to do the same thing, even if sight alone was more than enough to figure out where he had gone off to.
Shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head, Typhon attempted to banish such fear-filled thoughts from his mind for a moment. Breathing in hard, the chimera attempted to calm himself, but no matter how many deep breaths he took, his heart wouldn’t stop racing wildly. “This fear,” he panted. “I guess this is how it feels to try and eat food that can just as easily gobble you up instead.”
“Are you still here, Typhon?” called Bruce, his footsteps still further back where the chimera had departed from him, but by the sound they were making he was nearing the chimera one leisurely step at a time. “From what I’ve seen and heard, you aren’t the type to give up so easily. At least, not in the case of a battle you know you can win. Do you feel like you even have a possibility of victory anymore?” In spite of all his inquiries, Bruce only received silence in return. “You are a lot of animals now, but I didn’t know you were part chicken too!” he called out, attempting to coax Typhon into answering him.

“He’s not that far away,” sweated Typhon as his mind raced to find some means to counter his opponent. “I need more time to think before he finds me.” Placing a hand on his chest, he could still feel his heart pounding away. “Time to settle my nerves and recover some stamina too”
Not being picky about the hiding places available to him, Typhon hurried to the nearest door and opened it to see what was inside. Resisting the urge to lighten up the room, the chimera peered into the darkness of the drama club’s storage closet. As his eyes adjusted, Typhon could see racks full of costumes, boxes full of props, and even shelves full of books on acting theory and practices, as well as plenty of scripts. Further back, the chimera was able to see some larger propers and further back, a doorway leading out of the room.
“If I can get to that then I could put some distance between Bruce and myself,” he figured. “Providing I can get there without clearing a path for Bruce to follow after me.”
With all that stuff in there, Typhon knew his large body was going to have an incredibly difficult time moving through it all without simply pushing it all aside and clearing a path through with all the muscle he had backing all his bulk. The chimera could feel his cheetah feet itching to run when he forced them to tiptoe around props and weave back and forth through clothing carts. The whole trek felt painfully tedious, but his muscles did allow him to push anything in his way to the side and just as quickly put it back behind him to ensure Bruce had to work his way through the same, albeit without the same muscle mass to aid him.
“Almost there,” he breathed as he passed by a large wardrobe and a number of large propers from a Mayflower boat to a fire breathing dragon. Typhon ignored all that as he walked around them and hurried to the doorway out. Looking back to the other side of the room, Typhon checked to see if Bruce had come in yet. To his delight, his sluggish pacing was only helping widen the gap between them.
“He might have been surprisingly frightful at the start,” noted Typhon as he reached for the doorknob. “But if this is really the best he can do to catch me, perhaps I’m not in as much trouble as I thought I was.” Grabbing the doorknob, Typhon turned it, only for it to break off when he tried. Heart sinking, the chimera inspected the door and, much to his dread, it was actually just a prop leaning against the wall. Looking around, there was no other way out of the room and a taunting knock on the door informed Typhon that Bruce had arrived. “Fuck…”
The door slowly opened and Bruce entered the room. “Did you plan to hide from me inside here or did you realize too late that there’s no other way out?” Bruce asked Typhon as he peered through the darkness, but couldn’t spot the big guy in spite of his size. With a big, toothy grin, he proceeded inside, treading carefully around all the clutter. “Guess the reason doesn’t really matter. All you can do is hide from me and hope I don’t find you. Or perhaps you found your courage and are now lying in wait for me to get close enough for you to strike. Both are possible, I suppose, like deciding which number goes into what block in Sudoku. Sometimes I just like to take a chance and pick one and see if it works. This situation here is almost as big of an adrenaline rush.”
Just like before, Bruce only received silence from his prey. Moving deeper through the room, the anthro shark held his knife at the ready, being careful not to accidentally cut anything with it as he squirmed his body closer to the larger props. Taking an occasional whiff of the air, he could still pick up the scent of Typhon’s blood and knew he was near.

“There’s only so many places a beast as large as you can hide and in here,” warned Bruce as he pushed aside one last mobile coat rack and reached the end of the room. “Let’s see now. We got a wardrobe… a big boat… and a dragon suit.” Looking at all three, Bruce couldn’t help but grin. “Three choices to choose from,” he contemplated. “If I pick wrong, then you could end up ambushing me while my back is turned. This is quite the pickle, but what’s a proper killing without a little bitter adversity to make success taste all sweeter in the end?”
Eyes going from one option to the next, a full minute passed as he considered which of the three Typhon had picked to hide in. Stopping to look at the large dragon that was supposed to look fierce, but with a highschool budget and amateur art skills, it came out more silly than scary. “A monster hiding in a monster. That’s too obvious.” He looked at his other two options. “A boat or a wardrobe, huh? He might be too big for a closet, but I’ve had targets contort their bodies to try and squeeze through the tightest of spaces. Of course, that only delayed their execution for a little while long, at best.” Gripping the handles on the wardrobe, Bruce took in a deep breath as he readied to open it. “Let’s see if you’re where I think you are.” Pulling hard, he opened up the wardrobe, only to find it full of clothes, but no Typhon.
At that very moment, the front of the Mayflower boat burst open as Typhon emerged from it, roaring fiercely as he charged at Bruce, ready to strike. As he was just about on top of the shark, Bruce turned, not caught off guard or the least bit surprised by his reveal. He gripped his knife and readied to stab it straight into the chimera’s heart. “Looks like my guess was right.”
Bruce stood unflinching, ready to let Typhon’s own momentum force his chest right into his knife. Observing his steely gaze and unflinching body, Typhon was now the one grinning. “Seems like my guess was right too,” he announced, breaking just in time and turning his body to swing his tail at the wardrobe, causing it to fall and drop down on Bruce, pinning him inside of it. It wasn’t enough to defeat him, however, as a few hard bashes against the back of it caused the cheap plywood it was made of to start to break and splinter.
“Well, that worked,” panted Typhon, no longer caring to be quiet and discreet as he charged through the room and back to the door leading to the hallway. “Now to see if my other idea will work.”
It took a few more strikes at the back of the wardrobe before Bruce finally broke free of it, but, finally, the great white emerged from the ocean of clothing just in time to see Typhon leave the room and shut the door behind him. “Still running scared of me,” he stated as he got up and casually smoothed out the wrinkles on his suit. “I guess all you can do is run from me. That’s all I can really expect from my prey, but he can’t expect to accomplish anything by merely running around till I finally corner him.” At his usual, casual pace, Bruce followed after Typhon. “He must’ve come up with something while he was hiding. I hope it’s something interesting.
This has been quite the amusing game of hide and seek so far. I’d hate for the ending to leave me wanting.”
Following the path Typhon made back to the door, Bruce left the room and surveyed the area around him. Looking down, he saw more bloody red marks where Typhon’s cut foot had stepped. While one set led into the drama club’s storage room another came out of it and continued down the hall to the other side of the school.
“Going down that way,” thought Bruce as he followed the bloody red trail to his prey. “There’s not much down that way except for a bunch of classrooms, the gym, and… the pool.” Grinning big, and hastening his pace, Bruce started to rush after Typhon, his eyes on the

footprints the chimera left behind. “I had a feeling you would consider going to the pool when things got tough. It certainly does make a lot of sense considering your ability to absorb others with water as a conductor. Unfortunately for you…”
From sprinting to running, Bruce pushed the double doors open that lead to the large, indoor pool. Like any indoor pool, the whole room was all tiled. Along the walls were warning signs, a list of pool rules, and lifesavers to ensure the safety of anyone using the facilities. The tops of the walls and the ceiling were all made of glass, allowing sunlight to shine down upon the room.
“There is no water in the pool,” finished Bruce as he stared down Typhon who was gazing down at the large, bone dry, square hole in the ground. When he realized he was no longer alone, he turned to face his foe. “Sorry to say, but I had it drained long before you arrived here. Just a precaution I took and it looks like it was well worth it, not that it would have changed this situation too much.”
“How so?” asked Typhon, putting his guard up now that he was out in the open and his only way out was once more through the great white shark.
“I’d never be foolish enough to get close enough for you to force me into the pool and end up at your mercy,” he explained. “And beyond that, the only use you could have for it would be as a barrier to keep me at a distance. Of course, that’d only buy you only so much time. I’d merely have to work the pool’s pump and drain the water, leaving us in the same situation we’re in now.”
“Meaning coming here was just a dead end for me,” Typhon concluded with a scowl. “Like taking a fifty-fifty guess between two numbers on a sudoku puzzle, only to find out
far too late you were wrong and the entire grid is ruined,” he retorted as he approached Typhon, remaining sharp to ensure he couldn’t escape around him.
“I’m getting really tired of you and those damned puzzles,” grumbled Typhon, slowly backing up as he attempted to see if he could get around the anthro shark approaching him. He tried faking to the left and the right, but Bruce wasn’t fooled. He didn’t turn or even flinch in response to Typhon’s attempts to lead him on.
“So what’s it gonna be?” asked Bruce. “Will you try to escape to the left or the right?
Perhaps you’ll attempt to run straight at me with the aim of mowing me down with brute force. It doesn’t really matter what you try. I’ve dealt with plenty of slippery prey before and none of them have lasted for much longer when I’ve grown tired of the chase and decided it’s time to go for the kill.”
“And I’m sick of being on this end of the food chain,” snarled Typhon as the back of his foot felt the edge of the pool.
“Then if you don’t like it, try and eat me!” dared Bruce, nearly within striking distance of Typhon who was out of anywhere else to go.
“That’s what I’ve been aiming to do from the start,” retorted the white chimera as he attempted to fight back, swinging his fist at the shark who was quick to dodge and retaliate with a slice of his knife. Typhon avoided that attack too, but was forced back another inch of the precious few he still had before he’d be standing over thin air.
“Such a shame,” sighed Bruce, shaking his head a little. “What’s a shame?” asked Typhon.

“After hearing about all your previous wins,” he explained. “How you didn’t win merely through muscle and brute force, but cunning and determination. “I had hoped you would show me that same moxie, but, alas, all you could manage was to run away with your tail between your legs. I almost feel sorry enough to let you live, but the completion of my job begins with a knife in your heart.” Typhon snorted with increased agitation. “I think I’ll also tell everyone how you begged and cried to be spared.”
“I would never do such a pitiful thing, even if it meant living?” hissed the cornered monster. “So, don’t waste your time trying to get me to shame myself.”
“It won’t be the truth,” he explained. “But something like that would help spread an extra air of relief through the school that your presence has disrupted.”
“You bastard!” roared Typhon, bearing his teeth as he lashed wildly at Bruce. The shark avoided his strike once more and thrust his blade at the promised kill spot. The chimera moved back to avoid the fatal blow and gave up the last bit of floor he had, causing him to fall backwards into the pool, landing a hard, tile-cracking CRASH!!!
Peering down at where he fell, Bruce watched as Typhon groaned, sore from the impact, but still very much alive. With a sigh, he carefully returned the blade back to its safety position before jumping down after Typhon. “Guess it was too much to hope you would die so easily,” he stated before taking out his blade yet again. “You took a fall to avoid my knife and forced me to come down here to finish you off. Well, it can’t be helped and now I have to make a call to a friend to help me outta here. Fortunately, all this was within my expectations too.”
Groaning a bit, Typhon rolled off his back and slowly made his way back to his feet. As he did so, he muttered something that Bruce couldn’t quite make out. “Would you mind repeating that?” he asked as Typhon stood defensively as he stared his foe down, huffing a bit. “It wouldn’t be right to leave your last words heard only by the tiles at your feet.”
After a few more breaths from the chimera, an echoing noise like the school itself was moaning surrounded the empty pool they were in. It grew louder and louder by the second, filling Bruce with a sense of dread as he looked around and then back at Typhon who was now wearing a very ominous smirk on his face. The noises continued to get louder and more intense before water rushed forth out of several dozen holes in the sides of the pool.
“Did you anticipate this?” questioned Typhon as he felt the cool water reach his feet and filled him with relief from his ankles going up.
“The water…” breathed Bruce, moving towards the center of the pool where the clear liquid hadn’t reached yet. “Why is water coming out of the pipes?”
“Isn’t this a rare sight,” chuckled the chimera, casually walking towards Bruce, splashing the water about as he did so. “A fish cowering at the sight of water. If I didn’t see it, I’d never believe it.”
“I asked you a question!” snapped Bruce, losing ground uncomfortably fast along with his composure. “How did you do this?”
“Simple,” Typhon smirked. “I went into the pool controls on the way here and started the pump. It’s an old system, like everything else in this school is, so it took some time for it to start working, but that actually played to my advantage to make you believe you had me cornered. I just needed to luring you down here and wait for the water to start flowing. Now you are the one who has been cornered in my trap.”

“When did you plan all this?”questioned Bruce, his feet getting wet and he could feel Typhon not wasting any time in draining away what he could from his predator-turned-prey.
“Around the time I was hiding from you among all those props,” he replied, grinning big and feeling very cocky. “Of course, such a trap wouldn’t work if the pool was already filled with water, but from what I saw from you already, I had confidence that you had already taken care of that for me. At that point, I merely had to give you the slip to get to the pool controls and you were very obliging to take your sweet time chasing me down.”
“But your blood,” he recalled. “I followed the drops you left behind and you never deviated from heading straight to the pool. Even if you were careful to not drip any while activating the pumps and then got back to complete your trail to the pool I would have picked up the scent of your blood taking that detour. How were you able to fool my nose?”
“Very simple, actually,” he explained, remaining smug as he went on, feeling stronger by the minute while Bruce was now panting, growing weary the fatigue the chimera had been feeling prior. Lifting up a finger, Typhon pressed his nail across his other arm and dragged it to give himself a cut. He let a little blood drip out, showing Bruce as part of his demonstration. “I was already plenty well aware of sharks before our encounter, including their strong attraction to blood. Seeing how powerful your blood lust was, I considered taking advantage of that before I even fully came up with my plan. All I needed was for you to make me bleed a little and I could use that to mislead you when it’d be most advantageous to me. The trick was in erasing the wounds when I needed to hide my trail, which I did so like so.”
Closing his eyes and focusing a little, the self-inflicted cut on Typhon’s arm visibly became smaller and smaller till it vanished from sight and only the little blood that had leaked out remained. Sweeping over it with his tongue, the chimera licked the blood clean from his arm, finding the taste of the liquid iron surprisingly stimulating and likely a result of draining the life out of the anthro shark before him.
“Regeneration,” concluded Bruce, finding himself barely able to stand, yet even with all his strength being stolen from him, he didn’t make any attempts against the one taking it from him, opting to remain collected and wait for the right time to act. “Then even if I had injured you, you could have just healed away all the damage I caused.”
“Oh, this ability of mine is hardly as miraculous as it is in works of fiction,” Typhon confessed. “I can only heal my wounds so fast. A small, thin one like that is no trouble, but anything more serious takes much longer. Also, it takes quite a lot of energy to even recover from a wound of this size. If I were to receive a far more debilitating injury like a lost limb or had any of my internal organs damaged then my ability wouldn’t be nearly as helpful. At best, I’d be able to stop bleeding and undo less the severity beyond it being fatal, but I’d easily exhaust myself before I could fully recover and to be in a situation like that would mean I don’t have the luxury or time to rest and recover my strength. Overall, it’s only useful for fixing scraped knees or fooling Sudoku-loving gangster sharks like you.”
“Very cute,” retorted Bruce with a sharp tongue. His whole body was shaking as he felt almost too weak to stand from the short time he was being drained while listening to Typhon’s explanation about his power. His normally ferocious presence that had been overbearing to Typhon just moments before went from feeling like that of a great white down to a puny, little guppy. In contrast, Typhon’s own fierceness had been given a booster shot, making him radiate the aura of a monster that made him appear even more horrifying and sadistic than he already

made himself out to be. Experiencing this, Bruce now felt like he was the one being swallowed alive. The fear just being in Typhon’s presence was making the cold blood in his veins drop down to frigid, arctic temperatures. Even so, he was better able to hide his terror than his chimera opponent, refusing to even display a twinge of fear. “Personally, I’d love to have an ability to instantly recover from getting paper cuts. I get them very often while working on my puzzles and damn do they sting.”
“Well, when I’m through with you, you won’t have to worry about such things for a long time,” smirked Typhon, hastening the draining as the water reached up to their knees. “You’re gonna be a shriveled husk of your former self in a few more minutes.”
“That might very well be the case,” confessed Bruce, looking down in defeat for a moment, however, his grip on his knife didn’t loosen. And then, in a flash, Bruce dashed through the water, the height of it doing nothing to slow him down as he came at Typhon with all the power he could muster together under the current circumstances. “But I will see my work through to the end!”
Unfortunately for him, his frightfully fast movements failed to intimidate Typhon like they had prior. He stood his ground with a clear mind, grabbing Bruce’s hand and stopping the blade just short of connecting with his toned, scaly chest. “Sad to say,” replied Typhon, no longer struggling with his foe. “Your last job is going to end in failure, though, I suppose, a hitman failing a mission would typically be the last one they ever get… for one reason or another. Still, kudos to you for giving it your all to the very end and making this my most well-earned victory yet. As a show of appreciation, I think I’ll use that little idea of yours that you brought up earlier. I might as well, seeing as I’m taking everything else from you already and you won’t need it anymore.”
“What idea?” groaned Bruce, feeling all his muscles soften and his size reduce all over while Typhon grew slightly more, the addition not much compared to the likes of Brock and Dozer.
“About how you were going to spread a rumor about how pitiful my end was in order to help the school quickly recover from the terror I caused it,” he answered, lifting up the shark that was already looking half the size he originally was just mere moments ago. “Though, you’ll be the one with the sad, shameful end, begging and crying for your life and even selling out those who hired you take me out in exchange for me sparing you.”
“But I didn’t…” he began to say, but found even speaking was becoming hard to do as he became weaker and weaker. “I never said who it was who… hired me…” Typhon just smirked at the once frightful great white, now a scrawny sardine in his claws.
“You didn’t, but I can even absorb your memories and knowledge to make my own,” he explained. “Truth be told, I had a feeling it was those jocks who were paling around with Brock. I did intimidate them quite a bit and they probably felt like it wouldn’t be long before they became the best this school had to offer. I never had any intention of going after them, but now I will have to, to make an example out of them. What do you think of that?“
Bruce didn’t answer. He just kept glaring at Typhon with all the strength he could muster into a fierce and defiant look. Even so, without any power to back that up, he just appeared no more threatening than a yappy puppy watching people walk by his home. Just the thought was enough to coax Typhon into craning his neck back in a defiant cackle. As he did, the villainous chimera took his eyes off Bruce for one, fleeting moment and, when he did, the shriveled up

shark saw the opening he had been hoping for. Quickly, he reached for a second switchblade concealed in his back pocket. Revealing the blade, he hurried to swing it around and jab it through Typhon’s ear, making one last desperate attempt to take him down even if he had to die to succeed.
SLAM!!!
Bruce’s shrunken body was painfully thrust against the tiled ground of the pool by Typhon. He lost his grip on his blades that floated away on the water. Groaning a little, he looked up to see the big toothy grin upon Typhon’s face as more rows of teeth started to come in, showing that he was becoming more sharklike now too. A protrusion also appeared on the back of his neck that continued to grow and curve a little till it took on the shape of a dorsal fin. Gills also formed upon the sides of his neck, allowing him to continue their final discussion even while submerged.
“Nice try, but like I said before, I can steal all your thoughts, even this last ditch effort to do me in,” Typhon went on, his monstrous aura growing that much more intense that it was filling up the pool faster than the water was. Typhon paused as he practiced breathing with his new gills before going on some more. “I honestly wasn’t sure what else my body needed in order to further improve myself after I have filled it with so much physical might from my first three victims. Now I see there are other qualities I should strive for and with your attributes I doubt I’ll have any competition to be the apex predator around here now. I even have some ideas for what I should take next to further my evolution into a perfect lifeform. Oh, yes. My time with you have been a great learning experience, one I am truly grateful for and I can think of no better way to thank you than to give that ass of yours the greatest fucking of your life~”
With a pitiful whimper, the most the guppy of a shark could muster, Bruce found his now baggy and soaked suit shredded off his body before he was turned around and positioned with his rear against Typhon’s crotch. The now aquatic chimera slipped himself free of his trousers, revealing his monster length that had only gained further girth from his current victim’s contribution.
Facing away, Bruce didn’t dare turn around to watch as his ass got wrecked or view the monstrous glee within Typhon’s smile. Simply feeling that thick tip of a cock combined with snickers of delight painted a horrible enough picture for him already. Drained as much as he already was and losing what little he had left, the once monstrous shark in his own right didn’t have the strength nor the courage to remain stoic and instead started to sob and whimper through it all.
Hearing such pitiable sounds from his newest cock sleeve, Typhon drank in his despair, finding it every bit as wonderful as the feeling of pounding his was going to be giving. Gripping tightly to his prey, he savored the moment a bit longer. “Here we go, lil minnow,” teased Typhon before he shoved his peg into a hole that was several sizes too small, but he made it fit anyway. After that, the plowing he proceeded to dole out what the most brutal he had given yet, being merciless to the shark while he enjoyed all the pleasure.
Lil Bruce wailed out in pain as Typhon’s piston of a dick humped in and out of him without mercy, stretching most of his insides to conform the girth on his crotch. Air bubbles leaked out of the tiny shark’s maw and floated to the surface of the water. Bruce watched them before his eyes noticed the sun shining through the glass ceiling of the room. He attempted to

focus on it , hoping it might give him some distracting comfort while the relentless chimera continued to attempt to fuck his whole body in half. It did, but only a little.
As Typhon didn’t bother to restrain himself from nearing his climax, he was quick to grip Bruce and use his body to continue to fap himself off. Containing that huge dick’s dick and being so aggressively manhandled, it quickly became too much pain to endure. Bruce’s whole body went numb and immediately after his consciousness faded, much to his relief. Typhon, unaware of this, just went full steam ahead and brought about his climax, gushing gallons of spunk that oozed bulged inside the shark’s body before it began leaking out his ass as he pulled out before he unintentionally made him burst. With that done, Typhon snickered as he admired his handiwork of Bruce, now another shriveled husk of his former self with a huge gaping whole in his rear filled with his spent lust.
“You were truly a delightful piece of sushi,” cackled Typhon as he floated to the surface of the water, still gently gripping Bruce in one hand. Grabbing the edge of the pool he climbed out of it and made his way out, his pants down at his ankles. Typhon was quick to put them back on properly and proceeded to head for the nearest exit of the school. “I’ll have to find somewhere safe to leave a little guy like you now that all the stuff that made you so great is in me. Then I’ll have to stop somewhere and find a puzzle book. I’ve got a stronger urge to solve a few Sudoku puzzles.” After saying that, Typhon stopped in his tracks and grimaced. “Well, maybe not everything I gained from you was so great after all.”