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content goes here. This does not show my skill as a writer, it is mostly first draft and first drafts are supposed to be crap, to just get the idea down. Also as I went along, I kept adding to the top of the story. Thus the multiple starts, as each section once started the story. (Just corrected most of that) The story is not compatible with the story that generated this situation, in that the principal and the teachers fate in that story was changed to going to criminal court, not being immediately killed. This, like the generating story (currently titled Hijacked Sophomore Valedictorian Speech) are on the west coast Huntersburg. Each Huntersburg is a santuarry for the wolves and big cats, the rest of the country has been vacant of such since they lost the last war, in this case about 7 years back. And I doubt that it is commercial. I have been holding back on stories that might be commercial, as well as the ones whose endings were not finished. But this is from my world of the two souls tech. Enjoy. Humm. A bit of background. The two souls tech is a deer only thing (at the time of this story) and not mentioned in this story. The Winnowing is a merit (track & field and academics) based lottery. In the early years it latched on to the idea that it need only control population by taking wombs. It is only run during the high school years. The gods of the world are Mercy and Justice, each per each species. And the word 'species' is not used, people's is used instead. Or kinds.

Lesbos at Greenbriar

It was second period, Monday, but most importantly, Winnowing day. Someone would die. The period started with the usual announcements from the office. Which took an unusual turn. "This is Grant Notdead. I have some bad news. This will be my last day as principal, and my last day alive. I will be not be playing possum anymore. I feel you need to know what this day will bring and why. I have told the Winnowing lottery guards to hold off until this announcement is done. "There was a proposal to the Winnowing command from Riverside high school to make the Winnowing competition city wide instead of school wide. It was accepted. Then Riverside aced all the tests. They pulled up the average, set new standards, and lost nobody 10th grade and above. "Unfortunately the Winnowed have to come from somewhere. As principal of a school that will contribute heavily to that lottery, I have been asked to get in line along with any teacher who does not have a student who aced the lottery. I am very sorry for this outcome. "These are the names of the students that made perfect scores on the Nationals. Gilda Glyder, Brenda Tailbuilder, Georgia Pin, Ivy Ringtail, Ariel Blacksox. If you did not teach one of these girls, you are to get in line, clothing optional, make sure you have a band with your name on it so your bones can be returned to your family. "Again, sorry for this sad day." The girls in the classroom took a moment to understand and accept, even minimally, what had been said. Did he really mean what he meant? They were all dead, unless they had aced the test? Their teacher put her head down and was heard to sob. After a bit she got up and to the amazement of the students, stripped off her clothing. Then she walked over and opened the door to reveal the Winnowing guard. He had a stack of notices in his hand, but seemed surprised to find the nude armadillo. She gestured, he stepped into the room, and proceeded to read off the names. As each was read, the girl went to the front, and formed starting near the door. While waiting, some cried. And some followed their teacher's example and stripped off their clothes.

=-=-=-= In another classroom, the knock was heard at the classroom door. When the Winnowing Office stag guard entered, the students looked in horror. Confirming the Principal's announcement, his hand held a stack of death white notices and one light green one. Referring to the odd note, he called, "Georgia Pin?" The class's only porcupine stood up. She, as all the girls on the campus that day, wore the yellow protest button, 'Boys are population too'. Georgia was one of the five best students, not to be culled by the Winnowing lottery. "You're safe, come over and sit down next to me." he said. Looking to the teacher, he asked, "Any absences?" As expected, since an absence usually ensures death, "No." The rest of the class had slowly understood the implications. Two girls ran to the front. Only one made it to the trash can, the other splattered her breakfast on the floor. "When I call your name, leave your backpack, your books, your assignments and come to the front. Anyone who wants to stuff their clothes in their backpack can do so now." A flurry of vid-cell phone calls was the result, with some delaying the proceedings by taking off pieces of clothing. The teacher asked, "Me too?" The guard shook his head. "You taught Georgia. That counts." The teacher braced herself with her arms, though she was sitting at her desk. She had not listened closely to the announcements. "How many in the whole school?" "Five survived. Their teachers will be spared." "Five. Oh Mercy!" "You may sign in on to your computer and vote for admin people to add to the pile. People who have made it harder for you to teach, or just harder for you at all." "Class, talk quietly," she said. And they did lower their voices. The teacher looked at her computer screen. She made some selections, frowned, then took them back, paused, then more selections. The girls that had started to strip, to the appreciative noises from the boys, had finished. The students pushed the desks against the wall, and got into a group hug, made more friendly by the bare fur and common fates. Then as the guard called their names from his collection of slips, each girl lined up, forming an alphabetical line. When they left with the guard, the room was half empty. The boys were further horrified by seeing, out the windows, what looked like every girl in the school lined up, some shivering in the mid morning air.

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"Form 5 lines" the voice of the elk came from her bullhorn. She wore the light blue uniform of the Winnowing Office, a gun at her hip, and her name-tag that said "Treehorn". She had captains bars on her shoulders. "We'll be passing bags around, take one." "Remember, if you run your family dies." "What if I hate my family? How far should I run?" An Officer stepped over to the teen girl and talked to her. She was strong-armed to the front of the line, tied down to a table, and had six blood donation tubes inserted. One other student ran, was found and shot, and another sneaked off in the confusion. The girls of Greenbriar lined up, with much milling and shuffling. Most did not want to get to down to the front, where the big cats and the wolves were setting up tables, overhead A-Frame racks, and other gadgets. "By first name. From the start, A-E here, F-J here, K-O here, P to T here, U to Z here. And a special line, teachers, staff, and the principal here. " Reluctantly, the whole yard got organized. The aforementioned people were showing up slowly, with Winnowing guards at their backs. The high school principal arrived first. "Get out of your clothes, put them and all jewelry in the bags and mark the bags with your name. Keep your id tag on you. Your kin will get your bones." "Anyone too cold can come to the front, also anyone who just want their nerves calmed. We have heaters and hot air guns up here." The bullhorn wielding elk did not mention that death calmed all nerves. A very few went to the front, and got on the tables. Quickly the helpers blew hot air on them, followed by a predator who inserted blood donation tubes in both arms, both legs, and both sides of the neck. The principal got on the table first, then too quietly to be generally heard, made a request. The next arriving was his secretary. She also got on a table, both got hooked up to the blood donation bags, one tap on each elbow or knee joint. They were hung facing each other. They wrapped their arms around and he entered her and started pumping. When a science teacher, a beaver, came down, he was greeted by some of the girls saying that they wanted him. He mildly protested that it was not professional, until one knocked him down, then looked to his guard, and said, "I want him, just for a while. Please?". The guard smiled, as the teacher lay on his back nude. She started kissing the teach, and he returned her attentions. The next teacher was shocked, but the science teacher said, between efforts, "Not going to live to the discipline hearing, might as well go happy." While in line, one girl turned to the other. "I'm Jas, what's your name?" said the badger. "Janice," said the fox. "You're pretty. Can I hug you?" "Huh?" "We're going to die soon. I-- I want to have someone do me before that." "What do you mean?" asked Janice. "I want to be kissed, hugged, and, well, more." They hug. They kiss. "You're nice. What's the more?" asked Janice. "Let me show you. First we kiss, but this time, we explore each other's mouth with our tongues. Then just do what I do." "Where'd find this?" "Auntie had some books, marked erotica. I was hoping to get to try them when I am older. I never had the courage to ask another girl though. Until now." "Wow. Okay, I can see that about courage." "You are the second one I asked. Oh! Is the line moving already? That's fast." "They've hung another girl up. She has six blood drain tubes, two in her neck." "She'll go quickly then. Can we start?" asked Jas. The bull horn blared, "Any who want to explore the boys go to the back of the line. They will be called, and some are waiting there already." "We may have to do that too. But you and me and my aunt's ideas, please?" Jas asked again. They tongue kiss, with hands roaming around each others backsides. Jas slips her hand up between them to stroke Janice's breast, who in turn follows suit. The bullhorn called, "You two, ether join the back or come here." "The line has vanished. Everyone is in the back. We have to go there too," Jas said. "Okay, hold my hand?" They ran up the slope to the back. Jas found one of the guards there. "Could I have a badger for my first time mate? Janice here wants a fox, and we both want time to be with each other." "And I need a line to feed the kill process down there. There isn't one right now, so the rule is one fuck and you're done." The stag said. "Can she wait for me? I want to dangle together as we die." "I guess so. I have to round up the rest, they started first, some are ready to be back in line." The guard turned and with his bullhorn, issued orders, then turned back to the two. "Have fun, you will be lining up soon." "Okay", said Jaz, "but I have heard that the boys are too eager, too fast. Could we lick them off first?" "There's no guy that will say he is a bad lover, but, yes, you're right. Go for it. I'll call a badger and a fox for you two. We'll have you dangling in no time." "Ah, thanks." Jaz replied. "Jaz? Don't look. I wish I didn't. They are skinning the first ones," Janice said. "They're dead?" "Yes. It just scares me, scares me hard that we will be there sometime, too soon. They're showing the meat." "Ok, let's get back to what we were doing." Jaz leaned to be kissed, and Janice stepped toward her, kissed on the way to a hug. As they came together, Jaz's hand carressed Janice's front, leading down to her slit. Janice copied the action. They moaned in pleasure. But only a short time later a fox tapped Jan's shoulder, and smiled. His shirt was off, a bulge was visible in his pants. "Jaz? What do I do?" "Just kiss and hug. Then lick him until he spurts. Only then take him in, and only if I am doing my badger." The guy's smile briefly faded, then renewed as he opened his arms to Jan. A badger was there shortly. "Sis? I am so sorry." "So am I. But I don't have much time. Drop your pants." "Not with you. It would not be right." "I thought you might say that." Her gaze left his, her head came up, and her voice was loud. "I need four guys, now. I am going to rape my brother. I have always wanted to, so it's bucket list time." Jaz announced. "Hold him, get the pants off." "Jaz!" His voice showed his shock. "You can't do this." "Lay him on the ground, and hold him down. You others record this." "Sister, stop this nonsense." Smiling, she drops to all fours, pulls back his sheath and starts licking his prick. His eyes bulge in astonishment. She keeps licking until he comes. Looking over at her new friend, she sees that her fox boy has also shot his load, and the foxes are snuggling. She also cuddles on top of her brother, while still telling the crowd to hold him down. The female guard arrived. "We have all the girl victims but you two in line. We will need you soon." Jaz said, "Just let us get these guys up and we will be shortly done." "I know how to do that. The guys responses are keyed to heart rate. Tell them, convince them that this is their last fuck as intact males, and fear will stiffen what licking can't," the guard said. The girls looked at the guard like they could not believe him. The guys vocally protested. Jaz said, "But he is my brother." Both went back to licking. "Yeah, give them a few minutes. Then bite them. Maybe take a ball off. They can still do you with one ball left." The girls started nuzzling as well as licking. Then progressed to nibbling, not breaking the skin. And to nipping at the sacks. The guys got hard, and the girls mounted and rode them. Jaz wanted more. "Guys? Everyone? Stroke me. And I want to suck one of you off. And someone take care of my asshole." She got her volunteers, and Janice copied. The gals came a few times before it became obvious to the guard that they were just faking, that the guys had long lost their erections. Their face fur was cum splattered, their tails as well. "Your turn now. Come along." "Could we be in the same kill line? I wanted to hang facing her." said Jaz. "We can manage that you both do, but you must get into two adjacent lines. I will bring you two together as you bleed." "Jaz? Look at all that meat. Its our whole school it seems." "Yeah, every girl just about. And all those skins, each so beautifully cared for when alive and attached." "Even the teacher's line is getting skinned. We must be the last alive." "Quickly now, and you will get what you asked for," the guard said. They joined hands, ran down the slope, not eager to be killed, but eager to do so on their own terms. Once down at the tables, they kissed, and when the guard caught up and explained their requests, laid down, and got hooked up four ways. Then they were lifted up to the same rack, each facing each other. The two immediately caressed, then used one hand to stroke one mammary line of the other, while inserting the other hand into the cunt. They pulled so that they swung together. "Jaz?" "Yes? I really like what you are doing." "Thank you for a wonderful time." "Thank you too. Can I call you my love?" said Janice. "Yes, love, yes." "I'm feeling faint. When we die, could you be together with me?" "We go to our respected divine Mothers." said Jaz. "Maybe if we are together, we can stay together." "I have an idea," said Jaz. She called out, "Guards? You there, wolf. Could you tie our hands together?" "I have another one. I, Janice, take you as my sister in oath, as real as though we were born of the same mother on the same day." "Yes! I take you as my sister in oath, before the Mother and Father. Further, can I marry you?" "You really like incest, don't you?" said Janice. "But yes! I, before the Father and Mother, Justice and Mercy themselves, both of the Fox and the Badger, take you, Jasmine, as wife, to have and to hold, to love in health, in death, and in any after, forever." "I agree to be wed to Janice, before Father and Mother, Justice and Mercy themselves, both of the Fox and the Badger. To have beyond our approaching deaths, forever." "Justice can not keep us apart, and Mercy would never do so." "Just in time. I can't feel my legs." "I'm glad that she-wolf tied us together. We will leave our bodies behind but stick together. Love you, Jaz." "Love you, Jan." "I got an idea. Mine for once," said Jan. "Guard? Can you send my body to her family? And," Jan looked at Jaz who nodded, "hers to mine? It seems the large hunters get most of the meat. There's enough here to go around." "You certainly keep asking for favors. But Okay, I will see what I can do." --=-=-=-=- "That was so sweet." "Sure was. You take the fox, I'll gut the badger now that they're cooled." A while later as they labored over cleaning and skinning. "They really did not know each other. I mean that was a short courtship. All they knew is that they like sex, and they liked sharing sex with each other." "Yeah. And they swore eternal oaths. They could be in trouble if they are not compatible." "I got the fox skinned. How's yours?" "Coming along. Thicker skin. We should be packing up soon. Just continue the butchering, put the meat in chunks, and remember to label the bones with their name tags. I'll see about that last request, it seems reasonable, I hope the captain thinks so."

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