FSE

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It was mid-morning and Suzie Zook was sitting attentively at one of the group desks arranged like islands around the classroom. In front of the white-furred, blue eyed wolfgirl was a workbook filled with flawless cursive handwriting. Suzie sat with her friends, Betty and Mae, and around them were a further seventeen kids all aged either twelve or thirteen.

It was English class and their teacher, Mr. Watkin, a perpetually weary grey furred wolf in his mid-fifties, who wore reading glasses on a lanyard, was setting homework. The kids listened and wrote each task in their workbooks. Mr. Watkin then asked if there were any questions. No reply. He checked the time, and then he said in his sleepy monotone that since nobody had any questions they could go to recess a few minutes early.

There was a cacophonous sound as twenty boys and girls scraped their chairs, put away their books and stationary and flooded out into the hall.

"So what are we going to do for recess?" Mae, the giraffe, asked eagerly while the three friends walked along the corridor, surrounded by the other chattering kids. Mae had freckles, a pair of large round glasses and she was hugging her schoolbag to her chest. Two fuzzy pommels stuck up from the top of her head, and the short mane that ran along the back of her neck was a reddish color. Her neck wasn't actually very long.

"We should go to the cafeteria first" said Betty, who was walking on the other side of Suzie, Suzie being in the middle. "If we go straight there we can beat the line" she added. Betty was a jersey cow, her nose and around her eyes were dark while the rest of her body was a buttery tan brown color. She had large eyes and small horns and her floppy cow ears stuck out from the sides of her head. She wore her schoolbag on her back and walked with her hands on the straps and her elbows tucked in at her sides. Like everyone they were in their school uniforms: blue sweaters, white shirts and pleated black skirts.

"Yeah, and then we can go outside afterwards" said Mae enthusiastically.

"Suzie what do you think?" asked Betty. The three girls would insist they were friends and equals, but if they were ever forced to choose a leader there was no doubt about who they would pick. Suzie had final say on everything.

"I can't" said Suzie, "I'm going to work this recess."

"But you work every recess! Come on, let's hang out" Betty whined.

"Yeah come on!" Mae added as the three of them arrived at the end of the hallway where they halted and formed a girlish huddle. In one direction there were double-doors leading to the playground and the cafeteria, through which the other kids were flooding, while in the other direction were the stairs to the upper floors. Upstairs there were only classrooms, and home rooms were shut during morning recess. Nobody was going upstairs.

"You'll see me next class and at lunch" said Suzie.

"OK but promise you won't work afternoon recess too" said Mae.

"OK I promise" said Suzie.

"I guess we'll see you later then" said Betty morosely. Her friends were annoyed, but they had this conversion regularly and they would not be annoyed for long. Mae and Betty went off through the double-doors with the other kids.

Suzie waited until they were gone, then she took a common rubber band from the pocket of her skirt and wrapped it tightly around the handrail at the bottom of the stairs. It was a sign. If you weren't looking for it you probably wouldn't notice it, and if you did notice it then you would never guess what it meant. Though there were plenty of boys at the school who knew exactly what it meant. A rubber band on the handrail meant Suzie was working.

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Suzie skipped up a flight of stairs and arrived on the school building's first floor, where her locker was located. She dropped off her schoolbag and retrieved a pink duffel-style gym bag. She closed her locker and resumed her climb up the stairs, and carried on up to the fourth floor, which was the top floor.

Her school was a large, modern complex of buildings. From above they resembled several long glass and aluminum boxes surrounded by playing fields. It wasn't a normal school. Kids arrived when they were five and didn't leave until they were eighteen, and there were arts and cultural schemes, and after school programs, and small classes and generous recesses. The school served a very affluent area so there was always money to pay for things. The fourth floor was a smaller box on top of the building's larger rectangle. There were only a handful of classrooms up there and none of them were home rooms. It was always quiet, which was good.

Betty and Mae never asked Suzie what she meant exactly when she said she was 'working', all they knew was that she would vanish during recesses and lunchbreaks and sometimes after school, and when she returned she always had more money than when she left. It was better that they didn't know, less risky. Suzie always made sure to buy them snacks from the canteen or stuff from the shops after school. It discouraged them asking where the money was coming from. She clever like that.

When Suzie arrived at the top floor she crossed the hall, passing the elevator, and blithely entered the boy's bathroom. She didn't even check if anyone was watching. The fourth floor was always deserted.

The boy's bathroom was bright, airy, dry and clean-smelling. It had a high ceiling and tall windows that let in plenty of light. There were pristine white urinals, washbasins under mirrors, a wastepaper basket and a short row of toilet stalls. It was plainly seldom used. Suzie went to the end of the row of toilet stalls and entered the one at the end. This stall was more than twice the size of the others. It was the disabled stall. It had a locking door and all the space she needed. It also had its own washbasin and a mirror, and the steel handrails surrounding the toilet often came in handy. It was ideal. Once inside, she locked herself in.

Suzie was fairly certain that no disabled student had ever actually been in here. Not only did she always find everything as she had left it but there was also a fine layer of dust on the toilet roll dispenser. She always worried that a disabled kid would come in and she would inconvenience them, the dust made her feel better.

First thing first, Suzie undressed. She took off her uniform and hung each item up on the double-hook on the inside of the door like she was in the family changing room at the swimming pool. She stripped to her underwear: a fairly plain pair of pink synthetic satin panties, and a training bra made from the same silky material. She preferred to wear light pinks and pales blues as those colors matched her fur and her blue eyes.

Suzie paused to sigh dejectedly, having caught sight of her flat chest in the mirror. She envied her friends. The giraffe had boobs, they weren't big but at least they existed, while Betty had big pillowy tits. Betty was cow, and chubby, and six months older than Suzie, so it wasn't a fair comparison. Nonetheless it was very irritating. Suzie had no subtlety when it came to her desires. She wanted jugs. She wanted sweater-puppies that could smother an elephant in the zoo. The fact that she couldn't have them only made her want them more. The fact that boobs that size would be ridiculous on her small frame was irrelevant to her.

She tried not to think about it. There was nothing to be done, she would just have to wait and see how the puberty dice landed. It surely was frustrating though, and bad for business to boot.

Suzie opened her gym bag and pulled out a zip-lock containing some basic makeup, which she took to the washbasin. She used a brush to pinken her cheeks, and then applied a darker pink eyeshadow to her eyelids. She would have liked to add more: lipstick, mascara, sparkles, fake lashes, etc., but those took time to apply and she would have to take them off at the end of recess since the school did not allow makeup. She checked her reflection in the mirror and made herself smile. She liked to look at herself in makeup and it helped her to forget about the tragic flatness of her chest.

Much of the rest of her little pink gym bag was taken up by a beach towel and an extra uniform that she kept in case of emergencies, but also in the bag was her price list. The price list was a piece of cardboard, she had covered one side in white paint and on the white background she had stylishly painted her prices, and around her prices she had stenciled on colorful images of flowers and butterflies. The sign read:

Looksee: $1 Handjob (Booby Finish): $5 Handjob (Mouth Finish): $7 Blowjob: $10 Sex: $20

And under the last option she had added: You mustbring your own condom!

Her customers didn't actually need to use condoms. Her brother, Mikey, never used them and he blew inside her on a fairly regular basis. There was, in fact, a chip embedded in Suzie's wrist. It was a real high-tech thing. It was from a clinical trial. Her mom had one too, which was how Suzie had gotten hers. The chip prevented all STI transmissions as well as pregnancy. It was extremely convenient that she had a chip or else this whole thing would be pretty risky. The condom rule existed for no other reason than to keep the boys in line. It set a boundary. It kept them polite.

Just then the school bell rang, shrill and metallic, to signal the beginning of recess. Her customers would begin arriving soon. There wasn't a moment to lose.

The price sign had a long piece of string looped on the reverse side. Suzie put the string on the top part of the hook on the back of the door, having hung her uniform on the lower part only, and tossed the sign over so it was on the outside.

_Am I forgetting anything,_Suzie asked herself. She thought for a moment, and then remembered there was indeed one last thing. The wolfgirl went to the basin and ran the faucet, she gathered some water on her black-padded fingers which she then dabbed on the crotch of her underwear. Boys went wild when they thought she was 'wet'.

Then she was ready.

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There was a crack of wood followed by the sound of a whining hinge. Suzie's first customer had arrived. Suzie fixed her face in a bright, customer-service smile and opened the door.

She relaxed when she saw who it was. He was a regular - a horseboy named Jack. He had a lustrous jet black coat and a white diamond shaped blaze on his forehead, and a black mane that fell partly over one eye. He was on the track and field team and had a lithe physique. Jack was fourteen which put him two grades above Suzie. He visited her twice a week.

"Hi Jack" she said.

"Hey" the boy replied pleasantly. He was relaxed too, this was nothing new for him either.

"What can I do for you today?" Suzie asked brightly.

"Just a tug, if that's alright."

"Sure thing" said Suzie cheerfully. Jack took a five dollar bill from his pocket and passed it to her. She turned and bent over her gym bag, and put the cash in the pocket where she kept the money. The pocket was empty, since it was the beginning of the week. It would be full by Friday. While she rummaged she let her tail rise up to afford the colt a perfect view of her tight little ass.

"Woah, you're wet already?" Jack exclaimed, clearly impressed by her damp spot.

"Hah, yeah" said Suzie. She smirked secretly. Boys were too easy.

Jack unzipped and let his limp cock flop out through his fly. His equine dick was, long and thin. Suzie took the beach towel from her bag. Depicted on the towel was a beach with a blue sky and yellow sand. Suzie spread it in front of the colt's hooved feet and knelt on it. He had paid five dollars which meant he intended to finish on her chest, so before she started she dispensed with her bra. She popped the clasp and slipped the garment down her arms and set it aside, and by doing so exposed her pink nipples amid the short fluffy fur of her chest. Suzie then licked her palms and set to work.

She pumped Jack's soft cock slowly and gently to begin with, while he was dry, and felt as his jet black cock grew stiff in her hands. He soon got fully erect, clear pre-seed began beading at his tip. Suzie gathered the incredibly slippery fluid on the leathery black palms of her paw-like hands and spread it over his crown and his shaft, and when he was adequately lubricated she increased speed and firmness. Her mom had taught her the trick and she practiced it every day, and on anyone who would let her.

"Yeah, keep going... just like that" he said as Suzie's hand stroked up and down his length. The scent of male sex filled the air. Suzie beamed up at him and didn't look at his cock at all, she didn't need to, not until he was about to climax anyway. She just stroked and smiled up at him, maintaining eye contact with her big blue eyes.

Jack didn't last very long, despite his confidence and familiarity. None of the boys who came to see her ever did.

"Here it comes!" he grunted the warning. Suzie sped up her jerking and focused on his crown, where he was most sensitive, and a moment later Jack's coltpricker flared and twitched and coughed out sticky ropes of cum that splattered on Suzie's throat and chest. One glob of cum struck her nipple and dangled there.

A few seconds passed where not much happened, and then Jack stepped away while Suzie got to her feet. He wiped the last drop of cum on the palm of his hand and washed his hands in the basin, then he tucked his softening cock back inside his pants.

"See you around" he said in a relaxed and slightly dazed voice, before unlocking the stall and leaving.

More boys had arrived and were presumably queuing outside. A queue was bad for business and Suzie needed to clean herself up fast. Luckily, and probably inevitably in a world where most people were covered in fur, modern pharmaceuticals had the solution. Suzie took a common branded plastic powder dispenser from her gym bag, unscrewed the cap and tapped out a fine white powder onto her chest through the dispenser's perforated top. Jack's cum dried instantly. Then, Suzie grabbed a common fur brush from her bag and swept across the places where his cum had landed. The brittle dry semen turned to dust and fell to the cool tilled floor of the bathroom. And just like that she was all clean again. There wasn't even an odor. Suzie put the fur brush and dispenser on the washbasin, she would need them both again soon enough.

Nice and clean, Suzie put on her training bra and opened the stall door. She was disappointed by what she found. It wasn't a queue, it was a gaggle of wide-eyed eleven year olds from the year below. There were six of them: a gawky donkey, a moose whose antlers hadn't grown in yet, some kind of lizard whose scales were smooth and green, a cheetah with a snotty nose, a short, nerdy-looking rat with round glasses, and a wolfboy with brown fur. They were pretty awkward. Out of the six only the donkey could bring himself to meet her gaze.

"You came for a look, right?" Suzie asked, unimpressed. They were a year younger than her which meant in her mind they were basically babies. She thought they were dopey and clueless and she wanted them gone.

"Uh-huh" said the donkey, answering for the group.

"Dollar each" she said, and she held out her hand and they each gave her a dollar. She put the money in the pocket of her gym bag, and then dispensed with her underwear altogether. Naked, she sat on her beach towel, leaned back onto her elbows and spread her legs, and splayed open her labia with her fingers in a scissors-opening sort of motion. The group of boys crowded around and peered in at her. Suzie held the pose for several seconds, then she got to her feet, turned her back to them, spread her legs and bent all the way over while raising her tail to show them her butthole as well as her pussy again but from a different angle. Once more she held the pose for a few seconds, then she straightened up and faced them.

"OK now go away" she said. The six eleven year olds meekly followed her order.

"She was exactly like sex ed said she would be!" one of the dopey kids exclaimed to his friends as they left the bathroom. As they left, and before Suzie could replace her underwear, another one of her regulars arrived.

He was a deer, a young stag, in the same grade as Jack. His name was Dawson and he lived in the same street as Suzie. She had known him forever. He was very silly. He was cocky and vain and he had no self-awareness whatsoever. He was the kind of kid who beat off to trashy rap music videos, both literally and figuratively. Earlier that year Dawson had received his first growth of antler and he was very proud of them. Suzie liked him because he was handsome, and because even by the low standards set by his peers he was extremely easy to manipulate.

Dawson strutted in. He wore his school sweater over his shoulders with the sleeves tied across his chest, and wore his tie loose in his shirt collar. He was holding a silvery foil packet and a twenty dollar bill high in his hand. It was obvious what he wanted.

"Yo Suzie, you ready for the 'D'" Dawson announced gratingly, grinning brashly. He could be very irritating but Suzie didn't mind. She was used to him, and the money made him worth tolerating. He was one of her best customers.

Suzie went out into the bathroom completely naked and leaned against the side of the stall and posed seductively. "Ready when you are, stud" she said provocatively.

"Oh it's on now" he said excitably. He came rapidly across the bathroom towards her, eager to start.

"Money first" said Suzie, she primly shut her thighs and held out her hand. Dawson stopped and frowned ruefully, and gave her the cash, which she put with the rest. Dawson followed her into the stall. He shut the door and turned the lock. Suzie then watched as the deer dropped his black school pants and kicked off his underwear, and quickly stroked himself hard. He was a deer and so his cock resembled a fat pink knitting needle, and his nuts hung low and heavy.

"Mmm so big..." she said. She took the condom packet from him and tore the top off using her teeth, and put it on for him, scrolling the slippery-dry rubbery material over his member. Dawson let her do the work, like Jack he had been here before and they had an established routine.

"Where do you want me, big boy?"

"Against the wall."

She faced the wall and bent forward and braced herself with her hands, locking her elbows as well as her knees, and dipping her spine. "Like this?" she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder.

"That'll work." He stepped in behind her. "You wet for me babe?" he asked.

"Mmm, you bet" Suzie purred. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Why were they_all_ like this? "Ready when you are" she said, and she batted his rubber-encased cock with her tail and waved her butt at him.

"Yeah, yeah... here it comes."

There was no foreplay. Dawson simply put one hand on her hip, guided the tip of his prick into her small, juicy pussy, adjusted his footing, pushed in deeper, took a better hold of her hips and began artlessly thrusting away at her.

It felt OK. Unfortunately Dawson's stag boner was too narrow to pleasure her the way most cocks did, and the condom only made matters worse. Condoms were too slippery, Suzie thought, they always felt wrong somehow, raw meat was always superior. But that didn't matter. Pleasure wasn't important. Suzie had never once climaxed in all the time she had been prostituting herself at school. She enjoyed her work. Sure. Every cock was unique and fascinating. She loved seeing so many different dicks and getting to play with them, stroke them, feel them go hard in her hand and leak pre, and then suck on them or rub them, or put a rubber on them and feel them push inside her pussy, and then either blow in her mouth or over her face or her chest, or feel them fill up a condom, and she was always amused by the funny faces the boys made when they climaxed. It was fun. But she could get most of that stuff at home. Ultimately, she was in it for the money.

Dawson hammered away at her. His hips impacted her butt and his balls swung up and clapped loudly against her clit in its hood. Her small body was rocked by his impacts, forcing a high-pitched 'mh-mh-mh-mh' squeak out of her on every thrust. Dawson liked to talk during sex. He asked if his cock felt good and Suzie said it was incredible, and he was bigger than the other boys. He asked if she ever thought about him, and she told him that she did, especially when she was masturbating. Stroking his ego helped him finish faster, she wanted him to finish fast so she could serve more customers and make more money.

Suzie heard more boys arriving outside. Recess was in full swing and there weren't many days when she didn't have a line of boys waiting their turn.

"I'm gonna work this bitch 'til there's nothin' left! I don't give a fuck!" Dawson, grunted, loud enough for the boys outside to hear him. Suzie rolled her eyes. He acted like he was a gangster. She wanted to tell the kids outside that he lived in a massive house in the suburbs and not an inner city project, and his parents were accountants, and they had a pet French poodle that they sometimes made Dawson take for walks.

Dawson humped for a little longer before finishing up. He pushed in deep and made a weak grunting noise and trembled bodily, his fingers dug into her flanks. A moment later he stopped thrusting altogether and held his cock hilted inside of her. Suzie could feel him ejaculating into the condom.

"OH! Yeah! Yeah..." Suzie moaned, half-heartedly faking an orgasm of her own. She didn't have to be authentic around Dawson since he had no idea what a real female climax sounded or looked like. "That felt so good" said Suzie as she straightened up and pulled forward, moving so that his wilting cock slipped out of her rosy, half-stimulated cunny.

"Yeah... yeah, you know it" said Dawson, a little light-headed and out of breath.

Suzie quickly turned and got on her knees. She peeled the used the condom off of the stagboy's cock, then went to the toilet, lifted the lid, dropped the cum-filled rubber in the bowl and flushed it. It was bad to flush a condom, Suzie knew, but there was no alternative. If she put it in the trash at school someone was bound to find it, and if she kept it to dispose of later then the boys would think she was weird bitch and it would ruin her gym bag. So she flushed them. It was the least bad option. The foil packet went in the bag. She kept those. At the end of the week they would go in a public trashcan somewhere far from the school gates.

Meanwhile Dawson was washing his cock in the basin. This time Suzie didn't bother to put on her underwear, instead she held her arm across her chest and peeped out.

A lined had formed while Dawson had been ineffectually railing her. The young stag pulled up his pants and buckled his belt and sauntered out of the stall past the line of waiting boys. As he left he forced a high-five out of an otter who was just arriving. The otterboy was plainly shy and embarrassed and the high-five didn't help his nerves. It was his first time, no doubt. He blushed deeply but he didn't leave.

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A lynx was next in line. He had a brown-gold coat with black spots and slashes, and long ears with black tufts at the tips, and a short feline muzzle. He wore glasses and had a red schoolbag. Suzie recognized him though she wasn't sure if he was a customer or if she had merely seen him around. She had been prostituting herself for long enough now that she could no longer recall everyone she had serviced. It didn't upset her or anything, she wasn't ashamed. This was simply a phenomenon that she happened to notice.

The lynx asked for a looksee, Suzie took his dollar and asked if he wanted any pose in particular. He suggested several. First, she turned around and bent over while pulling her rump apart, splaying her pussy and her asshole. Next she faced him and raised her leg, holding her leg out straight and up like a ballet dancer (Suzie had perfected this move in an after-school dance program). Finally she got on her knees on the towel and looked up at the boy like she was begging.

When he asked for another pose Suzie interrupted him, saying he had seen enough and if he wanted to see more he would have to go to the back of the line and pay another dollar. The lynx said that was fine, saying he had already seen plenty. His erection was tenting the front of his trousers. He didn't leave the bathroom, instead he went into the regular stall next to Suzie's. There was as a zipper sound followed by a steady, repetitive beating noise.

"Cheapskate!" Suzie yelled when she realized what he was doing and thrust-kicked the wall using the underside of her foot. The lynx laughed and kept on masturbating.

The rest of the recess passed without incident.

A fox came next. In exchange for $10 she sucked on his rocket-ship cock until his knot ballooned and he filled her mouth with cum, which Suzie swallowed. Then she jacked a chubby brown bear's fat cock until he ejaculated sloppily into her open mouth and all over the bridge of her muzzle, she swallowed his cum too and then reapplied her makeup. The otter was next and he was still very nervous. Suzie sucked him off while he squirmed, and he climaxed very quickly. Suzie was delighted - ten dollars in under a minute.

No sooner had she finished with one boy than another joined the back of the queue like a conveyer belt. She kept going and soon the air in the bathroom was thick and humid with the scent of semen fired off by boys aged between eleven and fifteen. Dawson was the only one to penetrate her that day, the rest wanted handjobs, blowjobs and looksees. It wasn't too abnormal, not many kids had cash to throw around. So far as she was aware the otter was the only customer to lose his virginity to her that recess (if getting sucked off counted as losing your virginity), though that was hardly remarkable as by this stage in her career Suzie had deflowered dozens of boys, one way or another.

Once yet another boy had left, zipping up his pants as he went, Suzie stuck her head out of the cubicle and saw that she had two boys left. They were late comers. Recess was almost over.

"I don't have time to do both of you," she said "one of you will have to wait until tomorrow." The boys, a short-furred domestic cat and a wolfboy, who were friends, and were Suzie's age, shifted their feet and seemed disappointed. "Unless you want to go at the same time?" Suzie suggested. The two boys looked at each other, the cat shrugged as if to say 'why not?', and they both reached into their pockets.

They paid her $15, and for that she bobbed her head on the wolfboy's knotted cock while she jacked the cat's prick in her other hand. They were both pretty embarrassed. By coincidence they climaxed simultaneously. She pulled away and stroked them both, one in each hand. The wolf blew into Suzie's open mouth and his cum landed on her tongue and over her cheeks, while his cat friend splashed one side of her neck, her shoulder and her collarbone. She kissed up the drips, and then the two boys tucked their shrinking cocks back into their pants and wandered out together.

"That was pretty weird" said one.

"Yeah" his friend agreed as they left the bathroom.

That was the last of them. Suzie cleaned off the nut from those last two boys, and left the disabled stall in order to open the high windows using a hook on a pole to let some fresh air in. The playground was right under the window and it was full of kids, playing or talking or just sitting together on the grass. Betty and Mae were down there somewhere. The teacher on yard duty blew a whistle and the kids began to come in. This was alarming. The whistle signaled two minutes before recess was over. Usually by the time Suzie heard the whistle she was already mostly cleaned up and often dressed. In two minutes the bell would ring and if she wasn't in class by then she would get in trouble.

She checked her reflection in the mirrors in the main bathroom area. She touched her body to make sure there was no cum hidden in her white fur. If she missed any there was a chance that a teacher might smell it, which would undoubtedly raise some difficult questions. Her fur was clean. She needed to dress quickly. She ran back into the disabled stall and tugged on her training bra. Then, disaster struck. When she went to put on her pants she found a big splash of cum right across the front. She cursed the culprit, whoever he had been. Fucking loose cannons... There wasn't time to wash them in the washbasin, and she didn't have replacement panties. The cum would smell, her friends or a teacher would surely smell it and that was too much of a risk. There was nothing else to do. She stuffed them in her gym bag and put on her pleated skirt. She would have to go commando for the remainder of the school day.

Time was pressing. Even so Suzie paused to count her earnings for that recess. $64, her heart leapt with joy. It was more than usual, due to the early start. Then she hurriedly pulled on the rest of her uniform, removed her makeup using some wipes, packed away her towel and her price sign, and walked smartly out of the bathroom.

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Suzie descended the stairway and went to her locker, she exchanged her pink gym bag for her schoolbag and started for her next class. Chattering kids filled the halls. She didn't bother retrieving the rubber band from the bottom of the stairs, she could do that at the beginning of lunch break.

Suzie's next class was at the other end of the building. The crowd of kids thinned as they entered their classrooms. She kept walking faster and faster, expecting the bell to ring at any second.

And then it rang. In the hallway it was an uncomfortably loud piercing shriek of sound. A chill ran up her spine, she was now officially late. Suzie broke into a run. Her fluffy tail stuck straight out behind her and her skirt flew up at the rear. At this point the halls were almost empty, even so she hoped nobody would notice her lack of underwear, a fact plainly observable by anyone coming up behind her.

Her class was math and that meant Miss Phipps. That was good. Miss Phipps was nice and the two of them had a relationship... of sorts.

When Suzie got to class the bell was still whining. She was late but not late enough to get in trouble. She sat with her friends at a cluster-table, in the chair reserved for her, and took out her workbook and stationary. She quickly realized that she had sat down too quickly and her skirt was wrong, her bare butt was touching the cold plastic of the chair. She hopped up and ran her hands over the backs of her thighs, and swiftly sat again before anyone could notice the damp spot her twelve year old quim had made on the seat.

"Suzie Zook, it's not like you to be late to class" said Miss Phipps, a whitetail deer, cheerfully as she prepared her desk for the coming lesson.

"No Miss Phipps" said Suzie in the self-consciously respectful tone she that used to address all authority figures and most adults.

"Unlike your brother" Miss Phipps joked. Mikey had an almost supernatural ability to get detention. He never got detention for anything serious, it was always for talking in class or forgetting homework, things like that. He was infamous amongst the school's staff for his ability to get detention.

"Yeah..." said Suzie evasively, she stared at the blank pages of her workbook and waited for the queasy, anxious sensation of the near-miss to pass. She had never been in trouble, for being late or for anything, and if she ever did get in trouble it would tarnish the air of perfect innocence that she had painstakingly cultivated.

A thought occurred to her. She cupped her hand over her muzzle and exhaled from the back of her mouth, and, as she had suspected, smelt cock and cum on her breath. Great, not only was she without her panties, now she was going to have to spend the rest of the day breathing through her nose as well, or at least until she could get her hands on a breath mint.