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The buzzsaw bounced off of electrified wall picking up a glowing blue charge before spinning around the corner. It flipped sideways to go through the slitted wall before colliding with a scorpion bot in a shower of sparks and electrons. The scorpion waved it's claws around and thudded to a stop, circuits flickering and going out

"So, one throw card one rotation card, one richochet bounce and..." a roll of the dice "Yes! A hit."

Brienaal facepalmed "You blew your entire hand to take out my robot and...Oh. Robot blows up dealing AOE damage..."

"To my swarm bots" Mrs. Katchra , a short wiery Human woman deftly plucked the counters off the table and returned them to the box. She slid the pizza icon over to the waiting claws of Bruins turtlebot.

"Yeah but now Bruna's gonna win" she said, pointing to the large robot card sitting on the objective house with it's pizza in hand.

"Slow and steady wins the race...DingDong " she moved the last square to the target house and laid out a few defensive cards in case and tapped the table with her claw.

I drew a useless toppings card , shook my head and passed. The two humans likewise had no more moves to make, and the Bear declared victory and the small package of cookies that had been offered as a prize.

"Why'd you bother playing all the cards if you couldn't win yourself?" Brienhald asked, deftly plopping pieces back into the box.

"Reason one, never let the grownup win. Reason two, I don't think she'd fall for this..." and gave Bruna my best big puppy dog eyes as she unwrapped one of the cookies. The delicious, starchy, chocolatey treat paused halfway to the Bears muzzle. She handed me four of the cookies. "For the assist. NOT the irresistible eyes" I kept them up, and another cookie followed. I slid one down to Brienaald and nomed a fox muzzle shaped wedge out of mine feeling the chocolate already melt on my tongue.. Mmmm.. cookie.

"It's true. We take years of zen monk training on a mountaintop to resist the puppy dog eyes of pleading" she tickled my sides. "Though you'd tempt a budda" the tickling became a lift onto the ground, into the waiting arms of Miss Norveg. I gulped, she merely patted my rump and made a few adjustments when my paws weren't as far under my chin and my tail wasn't as high as she'd like. Her smile had my tail wagging, her deft four fingered hands moving me slightly and giving my ears a pet.

"D..do I need a change?" I asked. The Rat bristled her whiskers. "I think you needed one two hands ago. But I didn't want to interrupt your game" I flushed a bit, but instead of being mad she called me a good girl, told me how well I was doing and lead me into the bathroom.

Even with my poor color vision I could see that the walls were violently pink, purple, and yellow. Flowers and birds decorated a lot of the surfaces in bas relief, while deeper reliefs were strategically placed to hold brushes, bottles, and named cubbies. A piece of tape over a fox shaped cubby read "Rona". The Rat took a handful of supplies out of the box, set them on the counter and easily lifted me up under my arms and onto the table. She handed me a bottle and nudged it up to my muzzle.

" This has a soother mixed into it. I know you don't like feeling like you've been tricked" her pink hands moved in a blur. My tail and legs were moved this way and that, turned just so and before I knew it the sleeper was unzipped and my legs,tail, and squishy padded bottom were out and I was flat on my back.

"I feel fine though" She pushed me back onto the pillow and nudged the bottle up to my muzzle. My traitorous mouth did the rest, easily sucking on the delicious milk, washing down the cookie crumbs. I licked my muzzle, trying to mix some more cookie into the milk.

"And I'd like to keep it that way. If you start to hurt you'll need to use more." she tapped my nose, probably to remind me that the no talking with my muzzle full was in effect. Four fingered hands danced over my padding, stripping it off and wiping it down within seconds. My tails attempt to secure my modesty was defeated by the simple expedient of a soft elastic strap in just the right place for that. One of her paws brushed my soft white bellyfur out of the way while the other pressed a device to the flesh underneath "This is healing... very fast. Even for a combat line. Look at my paw" she snapped it to make sure I had her attention. Flex your foot like this...no. A little more. Excellent. good girl" I felt my ears heating up and my tail wriggled left and right under the strap. Sure, that traitorous appendage wasn't allowed to cover up my... front but it was allowed to make her think I liked being called that.

Thick nappies replaced the pawpers I'd had on a moment ago, spreading my legs despite my best efforts to put them together. The Rat very carefully tugged on the padding here and there, but satisfied I was leakproof for the foreseeable future helped me back into the oversized pink footed sleeper. I attempted to slide off but she just put me over her shoulder like a sack of flour "stay off that leg..." as if she was giving me any choice.

With great care but little ceremony I was sat down on a small plastic chair around a little table. A Wolf girl with a big pink bow tied on one ear but coming undone on the other wagged her tail at me. A quick sniff identified her as the owner of the pajamas I was borrowing, and I could see she was returning the favor but had no idea what she discerned. The human girl stood up and curtsied quickly to the teacher, accidentally knocking over the teddy bear in the next seat.

"This is Nova and Samantha, in case you forgot" the teacher reminded me. As if I'd forgotten. Well I'd remembered the Wolf anyway. The Rat put both of my paws on the bottle "She needs to finish this. She can take the bottle out to talk, but make sure she finishes it. Then she can have all the tea she wants. Lunch will be brought to you." She looked right at me. "Behave." I gulped and nodded, then waited till her tail was fully around the corner before asking

"Is she always this..." I felt a little warmth trickling between my legs. "Scary?" Nova nodded her head while Samantha shook hers "No, she's being pretty nice. She must like you. I can see why your fur is sooo pretty. Is it real? What kind of product do you put on it?" She reached over and ran a hand over my fur.

"Uhmm.. the unscented white gunk in the shower?"

"No I mean to style it." the girl said, fluffing up my feral headfur in a futile attempt to make it longer like Novas.

"Erm.. No I just dry it off."

"How long does it take to brush? It must take hours"

Uhmm....Brush?" I asked. Her smile slipped and she narrowed her eyes at me.

" Well, if you're not using anything then clearly you're not old enough to take care of your own fur." she put one paw on her hips and twirled her finger "turn around" she said imperiously, I started to obey, only stopping when I got my tail stuck on the back of the seat from turning the wrong way. She turned my by my shoulders, took my tail and started turning me around.

"He..." my objections cut off at her assuming a grown ups posture.

"I'm the grown up. I'm going to get the babygirl ready for the tea party! " She said confidently. I knew she was a child, but she seemed so sure of herself it didn't feel like she was a fellow kiddult. At least I hoped she was. I didn't want to get bossed around like this by a first timer. Mmmm.. and the scritch of the brush through my fur was kind of nice, and she even worked the brush in slow circles around my ears.

"Awww she liiiikes it" the Wolfgirl teased

"Too.. ow ow ow much" the Human complained, getting whapped with my wagging tail. She omfed a bit but managed to pick me up and turn me around to face her. "We're playing tea party" in a tone that broke no argument that that included the three of us. I wanted to make one anyway.

"I don't know HOW to play tea party. Imma boy"

"Uh huh. That's a VERY pink sleeper for a boy. And this is the GIRLS class. I think you WERE a boy. Like Nova. She didn't know how to play tea party when she got here but she does now don't you?"

Nova shook her head and picked up a tea cup, pinkie out, and drank some tea, not getting too much on her muzzle. Certainly not much more than her lolling tongue could lap up.

"I don't remember much of that..." she said, looking pensive for a moment, before licking at her muzzle again.

"Novaaa....you're making me look bad in front of the new girl"

While Samantha tried to wipe off her friends muzzle I took a closer look at the Wolf. She had a kind of vacant stare and seemed to zone out every once in a while. Was that from the conversion? I shuddered, thinking how easily that could have been me and how nothing I could have done would stop it. Worse could that still happen?

"Aww look you made her all shy. it's Okay" I was not.. mmmm crying. A few pets to the ears helped. While I was still thinking about how little control I had over my life, I didn't FEEL any worse about it. Which was weird.

"When Nova got here was she.. ahm...?"

"A few cards short of a full deck? Oh yeah" the Human ruffled her ears "She's getting better though. She tends to be the same for a while and then have shorts bursts of punctuated equilibrium."

That was such a relief I let her give me a similar ruffle, only to find a bonnet placed on my head.

"Heeey..."

"You're the baby remember? Come on it's tea party. You have to be a little creative. Now who's this?" she asked, holding up a teddy bear in a wedding dress.

"That's, uhmmmmm...Santoria Kodiak. She left her wedding to come straight here because it's ahh..an important fundraise for the Noocracy government."

"Since when is government ever important?"

I crossed my arms. "you asked. That's why she's here."

"Okay and how about this Cuttlefish?" she asked

"He's a spy from the Meritocracy party" I turned up my snout expecting a fight.

"oo they are known sneaks. And how about..." the human held up a round plush with eyes "This one? Nova?"

Nova licked it.

"You're my baby and Nova's.. Little sister. And you need to drink this" she put the bottle in my mouth and my paws on the bottle.And you're OKAY at playing T party. Way too good for a boy though."

I'd never realized how much a tea party was like a role playing game sans dice before.

Either fate or the cafeteria heard about the party, as lunch was hot dogs cut up into fancy hors d'oeuvres with several types of dipping mustard on the side that we worked into our play. Lunch turned into which for those of us inside was a movie instead of recess. It was some sappy cartoon about people sitting around talking about nothing so I got an early start on naptime on a surprisingly comfortable pillow on the floor.

"It's a doggie bed"

"I'ts not a doggie bed"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

Samantha and Brienaald were arguing but I couldn't figure out who was taking which position. After a minute of the pillow not drowning them out I didn't think either of the girls did either.

"ugh.. What time is it?"

"Music class" Miss Wyonna answered, picking me up. "Which means the Kin will be in here doing music theory or playing some undertones."

"Aww can't the baby come with us...?"

"No." she slipped a paw down between my legs and gave me a pat, then looked at me expectantly " Her hearings even better than Novas

"Oh right..." I put my paws under my chin

She hoisted my tail up and gave me a pat that squished under her paw. Her tail lightly swatted the girls and poked some of the drawers and they all sprang into motion. Samantha held up a pair of soft crinkly pawpers with hearts all over them. "Oh here these used to be Novas till she stopped wetting the bed" that went under my still clad rump.

The Wolf tucked her ears and tail and meekly held out a box of wipes. My rump was set atop of the padding, the sleeper unzipped and stripped off to reveal a diaper so sodden it looked almost melted. It was my turn to flatten my ears now as the accident was put on display for half the class. Which was better than having the diaper taken off so my naked for could be seen by the same crowd.

"Heeey.." I curled my tail up between my legs trying to hide myself as Natilie grinned and tried to shake some powder onto my...diaper area.

"No you have to clean it then use wipes. Sheesh fuzzies are a pain to clean." Breinaald complained about both the fur and her lab partner, wiping the powder into a white goo that was probably counter productive to it's intent. I wriggled, legs kicking at the inexpert attention.

"Aren't you supposed to do this?" I asked the ostensible adult from under a sea of tiny prying hands

"No dear. It's like baking cookies with children. If I wanted cookies I'd make them. Or have the computer make them. Or just buy them. The point of letting children do anything really is the process, not the result. You just accept the inefficiency and mess as inevitable. "

"I don't think the cookies cares if they're all lopsided and blobby but I do..."

"Alright cookie I think you're done..." Brienaald gave my padded rump two light lig whaps.

The teacher lifted me out of reach of the whaps for inspection. It was a little tight on one side and a little loose on the other and I wasn't sure when the pink but had been added but a wag of my tail and shake of my bottom didn't shift it too much it was declared close enough for government work.

"Aww she likes it" Samantha said too sweetly and guided my tail into the pajamas. After a yelp Miss Wyonna took charge of that and threaded it through by the ribbon.

"Ok, Kin in here for music theory"

"Kin and Me.. the kin and I? Getting to know you, getting to know all about you..." she broke out into a horribly off key song that had the kin flattening our ears or in Bruna's case wishing they were that flexible.

"Yes and you.. and thank you for demonstrating why Kin don't sit in on music classes below maestro." Natalie responded by sticking her tongue out once the teachers back was turned.

Bruna was handed an electrosax and a set of headphones and started lightly tapping on the keys while nova pounded on a heavily padded set of drums with far more enthusiasm than any success matching the flashing lights. Miss Wynonna showed an impressive amount of flexibility for a human by sitting on the floor meditation style so she wasn't looming over us quite so much to give a lecture about the mathematics of sound. I started taking notes, but five minutes in I was tracing a paw on the brightly colored carpet and Natalie was folding her notes over themselves to do mathematics far too complicated to have anything to do with the lecture.

"Alright, if you two already know this, let's see you try some scales on the synthesizer..."

The human easily made the standard scales, and then tapped the air like a conductor to do a few others, smiled and went back to her equations.

"you've been holding out on me... we'll have to give you something more engaging next time..." and looked at me expectantly. It was a tough act to follow and boy did I disappoint. I turned a few dials and emitted a random series of squeeks louder than the programs safety features should have allowed.

"Okay, we should start at the beginning beginning again. Elephants got big dirty feet..."

The lesson seemed so simple but I just wasn't getting it for some reason. Frustration lead to tears that would have lead to being a downward spiral of being crying for being teased for crying just lead to a quick cuddle and earpet before being set back to work. One one hand, it didn't end the lesson in one bout of frustration. On the other the urge to throw a fit to end a very annoyance instead of pushing through was getting stronger. Would I really rather be treated like a baby than deal with this stupid music problem?

Fortunately the end of class let me tell myself I wouldn't make that decision.

Our final lesson of the day was manual dexterity. Mrs. Katchra started handing out bins full of half finished projects, thread, beads and other materials. Samantha happily dug into an absurdly intricate needlework pattern. Even Bruna had a half finished cross stitched castle.

"I am NOT learning how to sew" a man had to have limits after all.

"Of course not" the wierty teacher said. "you're not nearly ready for needle and thread." Instead she took out a human doll a little bigger than I was with a bizarre mishmash of clothes and set it on the table.

"Playing with dolls isn't much better" I insisted, suppressing the urge to say "was too" which was both false and embarrassing.

The teacher started demonstrating the buttons, zippers, toggles, shoe laces presscloth the doll had and pressed it into my arms. I huffed.

"Look, I've got two jobs here. One is learning to dress yourself using this doll, the other is the doll" she said, holding up another dress to me as the girls in the class looked at me like a pack of hyenas eyeing a plate of barbecue ribs.

I took the stupid doll.

The press cloth kept coming undone. The buttons felt like slick glass, and the zipper wouldn't catch on the end.

"I don't see why I need to do this. None of my clothes use these. And shoes are evil." I pointed out. I was NOT whining I was making a rationial argument.

Mrs. Katchra awwed "Maybe you want some variety in your wardrobe? Or something fancy? Something that's not a long t shirt? You could be a hero to a little girl with untied shoes. Or maybe just do a better job of covering your crinkles" she teased, patting my well padded rump. I tried using the doll like a shield and started to practice. The cheap zipper wouldn't go into the..whatever you called the zipper part. The presscloth closed unevenly. The buttons felt like they were made of greased glass and the fabric didn't want to part.

After about 15 minutes of resisting the urge to bite the stupid thing the teacher plopped me in her lap and plopped the pacifier in my muzzle. I grumbled and tried to take the doll back, but she put it under the table, held my arms at my sides and pet my ears while rocking me. The frustration shut off after the third or fourth rock and after a minute I barely registered the warmth spreading between my legs and under my tail. I think I dozed off for a minute, because one second everyone was involved in their projects and the next they were packed and ready to head back to the dorms and my pacifier had been replaced with a bottle. To my horror I was handed to Bruna and we started to walk outside in a line.

"Oh come on I can't be seen like this"

"It IS a little early for pajamas" the teacher agreed, and helped bruna turn me this way and that to put me back in the dre..t shirt I'd shown up in that morning. Bruna bounced me in her arms and started carrying me out the door, making a very large kaboose on the train of girls heading for the dorms.

"That wasn't what I meant!" the objection rang out a lot louder than I'd intended.

"Go ahead, yell louder, draw some more attention to yourself. The boys leave about 5 minutes after we do...or would if someone hadn't insisted on a wardrobe change." she finished with a poke to my belly.

We only saw two boys on the way back. The same two wolves who'd nearly bowled me over this morning gave a repeat performance sending up a flurry of skirts and a few words girls their age weren't supposed to know. Had to say I agreed with the sentiment, as they were apparently in such a hurry to play hacky sack. When they saw us catching up they started a game of hacky sack, but at least had the sense to stop bouncing the knit ball of the portrait of the schools 12th principle, tuck their tails and mutter an apology.

The doors to my room opened and I scrambled down off Bruna, looking and sniffing around.

"Try to stay out of trouble..." she looked down at me looking through James stuff. "and stay off that leg. Or at least don't get caught."

I tapped tapped my collar "Oi you, lazy. Where's James?"

The tv scrolled some text Nowhere detectable by public communications

"Great. Probably off burning down the woods again."

He's not. Probably.

"Alright then smartypants, where IS he?"

Can't say

"Can you give me a hint?"

If you agree to talk to Dr. Bernard tonight I'll give you 8.

I grumbled a bit "Fine. Deal."

That's everything. See you tonight

"What.. HEY! Where are my hints you stupid overtrumped ... calculator!"

Taking the collar off and twirling it around my finger PROBABLY didn't actually bother the AI. But it got the point across. I thought about undoing the sleeping container to look for my clothes but defacing a historical artifact seemed a bit much for a shirt. Since we didn't have class I just took off the shirt and waited. James was SO going to get it when he got back...