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"The poor dear," said an elderly man, sitting in the corner of a dark room, looking through a one-way mirror at a girl standing nude against a wall. "It doesn't look like she'll qualify tonight. She's shaking like a leaf..."

There was a pause in his rattled speech, and a soft inhale. Someone looking in his direction would've seen the cherry glow of a lit cigar, before hearing his labored exhale, and a sniffle. "I was so certain she'd make it today, too." Nobody responded to him.

The elderly vulpine had a sorrowful expression, and furrowed his eyebrows, though nobody could see it. There were two others in the room with him, sitting at a table closer to the window, and they weren't looking in his direction. They were alight, however, by tiny desk lamps, and their features were just as concerned. The first was a vulpine female, looking as old as the male and wearing a nun's habit. Her frame had obviously been lithe in her maiden years, but time and experience had caught up to her, staining her beautiful silhouette with a sharp expression, unrelaxing posture and tight lips. Beside her was a male tiger, clothed in a dark green, pin-striped business suit. He rounded out the tribunal that would decide the girl's fate, the volunteer that was necessary to keep in check any emotional attachment the two foxes might harbor. Though he had no connection to the girl and could care less whether she'd pass this portion of her qualifications, he wore a serious, concerned expression. She was, after all, a tigress, and he held a special place in his heart for his own species, even if she were a unique example.

The girl they were talking about, of course, couldn't see them. She couldn't see the mirror at all, in fact. She was staring straight ahead at a moving image being projected on her side of the glass, and trying her damnedest to simply see right through it. The images should mean nothing to her by now; they should be as casual as watching people move across a sidewalk, but no matter how she tried, the images were real, tangible, and to her worst fears, affecting her.

This was a qualifying physical exam she needed to pass to enter a very privileged and secretive group of believers and practitioners in magic. There were even whispers among the outside world that they had the power to control the very elements themselves, that they could summon great rainstorms, that they could move the planets. None of it was true, of course, at least that Astrasza had learned, but she had an insider's perspective. The outside world would occasionally see practitioners of the Faith, wearing their fine robes and vestiges, but such events weren't ones to look upon in awe and wonderment. Where the Ministry of Faith was involved, there was official business being conducted, and almost certainly of a dangerous, sometimes even paranormal, nature. Governments and secret organizations the world over called upon them to handle matters of the gravest importance, and whether it was reacting to a catastrophic event or mediating a heated global conflict, their decision and subsequent actions were always the final word.

"Astrasza, don't let it get to you," the elderly fox whispered quietly to himself, the most emotionally attached to this potential trainee. It was clear she was doing her best, and quite admirably, given her progress. The truth was that his organization did, in fact, have control over some seemingly otherworldly entity; an energy, a power, a magic, however they called it, but it was extremely potent, and extremely powerful. It was required of all their members that they must be able to contain their emotions, keeping control of themselves in even the most unreasonable of situations, maintaining concentration and focus above all else.

Her test was to stand in a dark, soundproofed room with her arms at her side, staring straight ahead at the projected video before her, all the while displaying concentration and focus without succumbing to the distraction on the screen. It displayed an erotic video, designed to tease at her most intimate desires without prejudice as to what they might be. Traditionally, females tended to pass this section somewhat easily, but proved an obstacle for males, who tended to have more instinctual desires, not to mention physical betrayals of their concentration. It should have meant an easy pass for Astra, shooing her into the 10:1 ratio with which females passed this exam over males, but to that end, her body worked against her.

In truth, 'girl' isn't exactly the best way to describe her, though it was her chosen gender role. Astrasza was a beautiful example of a white tigress -- Tall and athletic, strong without sacrificing grace or lithe form. Short, feathered hair fell between and around her ears, cropped in close to the bottom of her neck. Black stripes decorated her entire body, save for her gracious chest and smooth stomach, where a vast white expanse went all the way down to her thighs. There, in stark contrast to the rest of her form, sat a thick, gracious sheath -- an alien maleness marring an otherwise impeccably female form. It couldn't have just been there, either -- it had to be a phenomenal example. The plumpness of the furry tube hinted toward an impressive endowment, making it all the more difficult to keep herself cool before the Tribunal.

'Keep it together, Astra,' she would urge herself, shutting her eyes as often as she could get away with. Her ears flicked back and forth as she tried to let every single echo and noise distract her, but in the soundproof room she was afforded almost nothing. Her long, feline tail twitched softly back and forth, no matter how she might keep it still. It betrayed her wandering mind, but it wasn't enough to disqualify her. No, it was her maleness that was giving her the most trouble... That soft, furry sheath some inches above her more delicate sex, slowly swelling with the images on the screen, driving her mind to temptation.

On previous attempts, the young tigress had all but failed within minutes. She had moaned with every breath, and her penis had become fully erect, even gathering a droplet of pre-cum at its tip, before the test was terminated early. Of course, this had been some years ago, in the prime of her puberty; she could hardly have helped it even if she had wanted to, but that was exactly why these tests were offered well before the student was truly ready to undertake it, so that they might fight off temptation as soon as it begins. Now she was closing in on her last few attempts to make it, and having already come so far -- this was the last of the qualifying exams -- it would crush her to fail just because she couldn't keep down an erection.

To fail now wouldn't be so bad, in the end. She'd still made it farther than 95 of each year's 100 entrants. Such a thing would be no small achievement, and no doubt she already would have colleges and universities clambering for her enrollment. She hadn't come this far just to fail, however. She had come to become a member of the Faith.

It was these thoughts that kept her maleness from becoming more than a somewhat impressively thick bulge above her slit, and that wasn't enough to disqualify her, but she knew she was coming close to the no-exposure line. Her paws didn't wander to sensually rub along her lightly furred stomach, or down her shapely thighs, behind her heart-shaped rear, as they had in previous attempts. They stayed clenched tightly at her sides, for what seemed like hours, until finally the video ended, lights were dimmed and a door on one end of the room opened. With a deep exhale and purr of excitement, Astrasza almost skipped to the door, her arms hiding her bountiful chest as she took a robe from her understudy, a young and pretty-eyed canine girl. The understudy's tail wagged back and forth, and Astrasza was happy to see that, cheering her up a great deal.

The three figures on the other side of the mirror looked on with restrained relief as Astra bounded out of the examination room, lights on their own side growing dim once the far door had been shut again. The tiger cleared his throat and adjusted his tie, while the gentlemanly fox cleared his throat. His counterpart, the Nun, remained still, calmly waiting for the other members to make themselves more comfortable.

"She did it after all," said the old fox, stubbing out his cigar on an ashtray beside the nun. She wrinkled her nose, looking displeased at the occasional stray ash floating upward off of it. His voice was deep and bellowing as it always had been, though it was beginning to croak with his years. "I worried about her, since the beginning. Cross-gendered ones never make it this far, but she did."

The nun turned to look up at him. "Perhaps, but there's no question it was effort," she said, biting her lip. She was playing the part of the Devil's advocate again, demonstrating the necessity for the third volunteer. "A few moments longer and she'd have failed, Primary," she finished. They looked at each other for a long while, the years of experience they had with one another allowing their conversation to be finished with their glance alone, before both of them quietly turned to the tiger. He sat up straight immediately, a small cough rumbling from his throat as he gathered his notes quickly, pretending to peruse them one last time.

"I, ahh..." he rumbled, his voice a thick growl, even in his fluster. He stood, holding out the papers for the Primary to take, letting his free arm move tersely to his side, balled in a loose fist. "I think she did fine," he finished, punctuating the sentence with a small, helpless smirk and a shrug of the free shoulder, eliciting a surprised chuckle from the Primary and a disdained frown from his counterpart, the Secondary.

~~~

"Not getting an erection is no indication of passing, though," Astra told herself as she walked quickly down the hall to a gender-ambiguous locker room, her understudy Charlette in tow. "Only that you weren't disqualified by default..." Astra wouldn't find out until she received a missive from the Primary himself the next day, and until then, she was still a student. A senior student, but a student nonetheless, and without a missive from the Primary, she would remain one. She still had studying to do in the privacy of her dormitory, but the day's exam had gone on considerably longer than normal, no doubt to test her resolve now that she'd demonstrated a focus to begin with.

As usual, she and Charlette were the only two in the locker room designed to offer privacy to those who didn't feel quite at home in either of the others. It was not that she was the only herm on the campus, but they were few and far enough between that she rarely encountered another near the changing stalls themselves. She didn't even bother entering a private one as she let the robe slip off her shoulders, her understudy Charlette catching it with practiced grace, proceeding quickly to helping Astra, her Senior, change back into her uniform.

The Ministry's undergraduate uniforms indicated a student's progress and rank in the hierarchy, with each successful requisite exam passed rewarding the student with a new article of their Faith vestments. Charlette looked adorable and summarily thrilled whenever she wore the green, white-trimmed outfit of the Initiate student, the golden-retriever gal always bouncy and full of never-ceasing energy. The skirt was conservatively loose and flowing, the blouse tidy and long-sleeved, accompanied by a choker with a thin ribbon, tied into a bow in front with tails running down to her chest. Males had a similarly themed outfit, though instead of a ribbon tied to their choker, they wore golden-roped epaulets on their shoulders, and of course trousers instead of a skirt. The initiate uniform of either gender didn't include shoes of any kind.

In contrast, Astra's uniform was white, trimmed thinly around the cuffs and hems with blue. She reflected on her image in the mirror as Charlette whirled about her body, holding open the skirt for her to step into it, or holding up the jacket for her to slip her arms into. With appropriate differences per gender, senior students wore a white jacket over a fitted blue shirt, with the lengths such that the shirt was visible just beneath the high-cut hem of the jacket. The jacket itself was mostly decorative, built in such a way that it could stay mostly closed without needing to be buttoned, exposing only a thin strip of blue up the middle. The male jacket had small blue-trimmed epaulets, while the female jacket had decorative buckled straps around each cuff. The skirt was shorter than the Initiate students', knee-length and crimped to allow easy flow and movement, with a double-buttoned belt sewn decoratively around the waist. Her remaining leg was hidden behind a white over-the-knee boot, well fitted down both legs and trimmed with a slight blue heel and toe-tip. Males wore trousers with ankle-length boots.

Astrasza took a long while to look into the nearby mirror after she'd finally donned all her vestments. The only similarity between hers and her Understudy's outfits were the ribbons, and if she'd so passed this exam as she'd hoped, it would soon be replaced with a jewel pendant. Each gem was chosen and cut uniquely for the owner, so she had no idea what that might eventually look like, and with graduating students moving off campus and onto one of the many world-wide satellite ministries, she had nothing to compare.

Finally, Astrasza led her handmaiden from the testing building and out onto open, sunny campus grounds. The entire complex was laid out on a sprawling tropical island, several miles from any coast and sovereign from any government; a true paradise, some said. The quad was covered in students enjoying a weekend of freedom that Astrasza had not tasted since she had entered her final year, and she hurried through toward the mixed dormitories, doing her best to ignore the admiring stares of her peers and underclassmen. The school housed several thousand entrants from across the world, but Astrasza was one of only eleven senior students. Nine of them were females, Astra herself being listed as the only hermaphrodite despite her desire to be associated with the girls, and only one male. With such a small graduating roster, it was common knowledge that she was attempting her final exam, and it attracted undesired attention today.

The male was Che. He was a handsome, snow-white arctic hare, who had come from a distinguished family in northern Europe, and despite all expectations, had managed to secure himself a position among the distinguished eleven seniors. He was by and large the most incompetent of the group, and it was anybody's guess how he'd managed to attain such a rank. Often there were whispers among the lower class-men that he'd used his family's influence to manage it -- even if the Ministry distanced itself from other global politics until it's summoned to handle them, the understudies couldn't think of a better explanation. The simple fact was that he somehow had made it, whether by his own skill or some more nefarious method, and that's all there was to it. It wasn't as though he lacked any charm whatsoever, mind you. He had become a student somehow, after all, and he was otherwise smart, athletic, and well groomed. He just wasn't quite on the same level as his peers.

Astra moved briskly through the main lobby, hurried up three flights of stairs and only stopped long enough at the third landing to dismiss Charlette for the day. The pup delightedly took her leave and broke into a run further up the stairs to where her own room was, yipping and panting in celebration, no doubt to change into far more comfortable clothes and join her friends on the quad. Astra watched only long enough to make sure she wasn't going to come back, before continuing down the hotel-esque hallway to her own room. She hesitated a moment before opening it, giving a soft sigh to herself and smoothing out her blouse, before grasping the handle and pushing through the portal into her sanctuary. Laying on her bed uninvited, with his coat disgracefully open, was Che.

Not only was he the ranking senior; he was also Astrasza's boyfriend, and the very reason she'd dismissed Charlette early for the day.

"Hey, babe!" he said, as Astra shut the door behind her, letting her weight fall backward onto it until the lock engaged. At seeing him, she gave an agitated sigh. "How did it go?" He asked, sitting up onto the edge of her bed, then standing.

"You shouldn't be here," Astra hissed, folding her arms over her chest, unable to help a slow smile crawl across her face. "You're wrinkling your coat, and people will ask questions about it if you're seen leaving here like that." Her tone was chastising, even though she took a few hurried steps into the room to meet him halfway. Che took the moment to look down at himself. His long, soft-furred ears splayed adorably, and he looked back up with a sheepish smile.

"I couldn't help but wait for you," he said romantically as he closed the gap, wrapping his arms around her shoulders in a firm, affectionate hug. A purr rolled across Astra's lips, despite all her practice. Avoiding a purr, after all, was a milestone she'd accomplished years ago during her stimulation exams, but something about Che disarmed her instantly. "How did it go?" he asked again.

Astra buried her nose into his shoulder. "It went... Wonderfully, I think," she said, closing her eyes and letting the tremolo vibrate against his body. She wasn't supposed to tell him something like that. Che broke the hug and pushed her away lightly, letting his eyes fall over her form, a broad smile across his muzzle.

"Fantastic!" he said quickly, his ears perking upright, laughing a little as he rubbed her arms up and down. Then, he offered a crooked, mischievous smile. "...We should celebrate," he said, tugging her arm, falling onto the bed himself and tugging her down with him.

Astra resisted lightly, shaking her head as she sat down beside his leg. "I told you no. Last year, remember?" She pulled her paws into her lap, her ears tipping. "It's the only reason I've been able to concentrate. No sex. We're senior students, now. Fooling around is for the underclassmen."

Che gave a scoff, his arm flexing a little when he more forcefully pulled her over him, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. "C'mon, Astra," he cooed, "It's been a whole year. You finally made it, there's no question. We should celebrate. Open up a little," he finished, "like old times." His voice was comforting, tickling the sensitive hairs on her ear, and oh, the sensation when he leaned in and took that sensitive skin into his mouth, nibbling lightly! She HATED when he did that; an instant shiver down her spine, an instant flick of her tail, an instant pulse between her legs. She shook her head again, despite herself.

"N-No, Che... I don't know for sure that I made it, and I think I have a real chance, and that means that we should seriously consider our-" Che interrupted her sentence with a soft kiss and a light squeeze at her lower back; more buttons only he knew how to push. It send her into a full-body blush, and she mmphed delightedly into it, though her mind raced. Members of the Faith were not allowed to date; not allowed to mate. These were things that caused emotional overreaction and instability. If the Headmaster found out that his two top students had been secreting a relationship, they'd be immediately dismissed; likely stripped of their accomplishments. These two students hadn't reached the top of their class on good lucks alone, however -- they were crafty, clever, and most of all, in love.

Neither lover had thought this would be anything more than a hopeless romance. They'd foolishly said in the beginning, 'It's not like we'll make it anyway, right?'. But here they were, and soon they were going to have to make a very big choice between their relationship, or their careers. Che had no intention of making that choice tonight.

"C'mon, baby..." he whispered into Astra's ear, with a soft, seducing tone he knew she couldn't resist. "Let me suck your cock..."

Again the shiver, and the pang, as Che's paw slipped into the hem of her skirt, and groped at her growing sheath. Try as she might, Astra couldn't resist; she said no, her mind said no, but her body said "YES!" to Che's ministrations. His interest with her maleness had been a curiosity to her since Che first discovered it, on an equally pushy night of affections. Instead of being angry or upset, or even surprised, he had been accepting, even gracious. She'd penetrated him before he'd filled her, even, and while she was flattered and even excited to have a boyfriend so accepting of her eccentricity, she had wished all along that he could have made her feel a little... Prettier. He rarely allowed his hands to wander to her full breasts, or to caress her flowing curves, and only occasionally did his tongue slip underneath her generous sac to her feminine slit underneath.

Che's tongue moved from her mouth to her jawline, eliciting another encouraging purr, and his practiced hands worked her jacket free away from her body. Before he had her shirt over her head, his coat was down on the floor with his shirt, and his trousers were tented over his own excitement. Astra took the moment to admire his young form. He was only slightly taller than her, and held a boyish figure more than a man's, though he was athletic and strong in his own right. In truth, Astrasza's length was bigger than his, by a full two inches. For his species and size, a six inch penis was impressive, but Astrasza's was an astounding eight, on which Che's paw had already worked its magic, and her full, thick cock bounced out of its sheath. He smiled, and lifted himself again to kiss, his paws quickly unbuckling and dropping his pants, and his smaller but nonetheless impressive length pressed against hers briefly; she felt a touch of moisture suddenly, and could tell he'd had a release before she walked into the door. Still, that didn't make her stop him.

Finally he lowered himself again, and looked up with loving eyes to his girlfriend, delivering a moist kiss atop her hardened nipple; a sign that this truly was a special occasion. Astra's head lifted and tilted backward, a soft moan escaping her lips to this rare sensation, wishing desperately that he'd linger! But he didn't, and just as quickly as the kiss had arrived he was making his way down below, until his lips touched the tip of her big length.

His tongue snaked out quickly, gathering any moisture that had gathered at her tip, and for this, Astra laid back against her mattress and looked away. It had always been a matter of shame for her, despite Che's enthusiasm, that she couldn't be considered mixed company with the females. Everyone called her 'her', of course, as a matter of courtesy, as it was her chosen gender role; when written about, she was described as 'her', not 'hir', and her clothing had always been feminine. As she felt his lips caress her swollen cocktip and eventually engulf it, the pangs of intense arousal sent as much regret as it did pleasure through her spine.

Che's paw found its way to her male genitals, and as he always had, he softly kneaded and rubbed at them, pawing her sac with a touch she wished would graze her breasts, as he slipped her dick deeper into his mouth until he had engulfed nearly half of it. Astrasza writhed with pleasure, still avoiding eye contact with her boyfriend to hide her tears from him, tears of shame, and tears of guilt. Wasn't this what she had been learning to avoid for years? And now, mere hours away from hearing news on whether she'd graduated or not, he had tempted her. No, she had let herself be tempted. She should have been stronger than this.

It was hard to convince herself when she had her shaft so deep into another's mouth. Che began to bob his head up and down over her, his tongue twisting and lathering against every inch it could reach, sizing himself up before he would go for a complete deep-throat. She felt her slit ache with desire, the fur between her legs becoming moist with the feminine nectar that beaded there, but it would go unsated until long after Che had had his fill, and again Astra winced with a mix of pleasure and shame.

Finally, his paw moved away from the base of her shaft, and his mouth took over completely; in one swift, practiced movement, he pushed down until his lips pressed against her waist, and she felt her cock tip push deep into his throat. He stayed a moment there, and hummed, his tongue pinned by her enormous girth, and it drove her mad with pleasure. She absolutely could not manage the stamina her boyfriend could, despite her efforts -- he could last for hours, if tempted, against Astrasza's own abilities; she could barely last minutes against his.

He lifted himself again, and with a moan, let a rivulet of saliva and pre pour down over her cocktip. It was warm in the sudden chill as her erection was exposed to open air, and drove her crazy again, and when suddenly Che had pushed himself back down onto her member, she was done for; her insides churned, and her cock twitched hard, before it pulsed and shot an enormous load of cum deep into her boyfriend's stomach. His eyes opened wide in surprise, and he gagged, quickly jerking back from her, but her length was having none of that. It pulsed hard again, and again, shooting two more long strands of her infertile seed over his face and chest before he moved out of the way.

This was yet another quirk of his; he expected her to warn him before she came, so that he could watch her cover herself. That didn't at all mean he was disappointed this time, of course -- her pent up sexual desire and the forcefulness of his play meant that there was still plenty to go around, and his paw quickly grasped her cock and pumped it, driving her orgasm to every last second as rope after rope of her warm spoo laced itself over her body.

"Shit, baby.. You were supposed to warn me," he said with a soft chuckle, after catching his breath a moment. His voice was half-hearted and forgiving, but when she opened her eyes she saw he was upset... He was just the type that never sounded upset. She sniffled somewhat and blushed at the sight of her load over his cheeks; she'd never seen it before. It was arousing, in its own way, and she felt a tingle at her slit that didn't share her maleness' orgasm. she wiped her tears away from her eyes.

"I'm.. I'm sorry Che," she said between purrs and pants, expertly vocalized by years of faking it. She cries when she orgasms, she had always told her boyfriend. She had lied every time she said it. "Thank you.. It was amazing.. Just what I needed!"

Che wasn't quite as forgiving, it seemed, as he stood up, wiping his face with the back of a paw with some measure of disgust. "Any time, baby," he said as he pulled his pants up over a now half-mast erection. She watched him tuck it away with a spear through her heart -- he wouldn't let her finish him? He wouldn't even finish himself?

Astra sat up, cursing her still-erect member, putting her paws in her lap in a vain effort to disguise her arousal. "I'm sorry, Che, but you hardly gave me a chance to... Why are you leaving?"

"I have an exam to go to. I was after you, remember?" he said, smiling comfortingly, even as he had gotten halfway across the room. His eyes showed disgust as he turned back, and leaned in to kiss her.

"Ohh.. I got you," she replied weakly, as he opened the door. Anyone walking by the room would've seen her in an extremely compromising position, but she wasn't worried at the moment. Not about that, anyway. "Goodbye, baby. I love you," she said to him. For nearly a year now, she had said that. It had been almost a consolation prize to Che after she'd put her foot down about ending the sexual play to focus on her studies. Now it sounded hollow and lame.

He gave her a cheerful smile. "Love you too," he said, as he walked out the door and closed it. Astra knew he was lying; she'd seen the schedule when she had entered the examination room herself. He had been three hours before her, actually. Now, he just wanted to be away from her, on one of the few occasions she'd actually been drawn to keep going! He'd taken her load on his face; somehow that hit his pride way too hard than it should have, she thought. She leaned back against her pillows, sniffling again, and looking down at her continued erection, her fur decorated with sticky stripes of her spunk. She sniffled again, when there came a knock at her door.

"Miss! Miss! Astra! You made it!" came a high-pitched, panting voice. Charlette had always had some bizarre network of connections that had always made her privy to information, especially sensitive information, long before it was publicly available. She must have truly exhausted the lengths of it to have actually dug up the results of her test.

Astra should have been delighted; she should have been cheering. Instead though, she shut her eyes tight, squeezing tears from the corner of her eyes and laid her head back on her pillow. She didn't say anything; she hoped that Charlette would leave, that she would assume Astra had left, anything. But her knocking and yipping continued for long minutes, before it finally came to the young pup's mind that she might not be in her own room, and she scampered off, calling her name all the way down the hall.

Astra sobbed, then, because tomorrow, she was going to have to break up with Che, unless he'd passed too. She knew he hadn't, though. She knew he'd masturbated before she came into the room, and he only did that when he was frustrated. He'd failed again.

But she'd passed, and tomorrow, she'd begin a new life without him; the life she'd always wanted, the life she had pursued nearly since she could remember, a life of something part of something huge and amazing, and tragic and enigmatic.

It was the most tragic graduation gift she could imagine, and she wanted to throw it all away to somehow make Che pleased with her again, but she knew she couldn't, anymore, and the worst part of it all was that she knew she had brought it all on herself.

~To be continued.