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It was about 10:17 Am when Cheetar, a  5'7" 100 pound blue eyed male Anthropomorphic Cheetah was walking down the hall, and  saw his twin sister Ch'nara was bent over a drinking fountain wearing the girl's uniform of their school, Glenn M. Wilson Junior High The uniform consisted of a pair of black patent leather shoes, footed white tights, a white blouse a sleeveless knee length backzip green, and white plaid jumper, a navy blue tie, and a navy blue blazer. Cheetar sneaked over, and grabbed Ch'nara's tail, giving it a yank. The female Cheetah jumped at having her tail tugged on, which caused her to choke on the water she was drinking at that very moment. Seeing that he got her attention, Cheetar smiled, and let go of the tail, stepping closer to the only blood relative he ever knew."Hey, Spots," she said"Hello yourself," he replied, he said chirping at her.The two had been each others best friend since they gotten adopted by a human couple 13 years ago. They had developed a close bond, and were almost difficult to tell apart other than their distinct personalities. Ch'nara was always eager to please, friendly, and happy while Cheetar who was older by a whole minute, and a half was the opposite, rude, bitter, and introverted, often cutting class, and getting into fights with his other schoolmates. Usually the fights ended with the other students ending up in the nurse's office, and the Emergency Room with bloody noses, busted lips, black eyes, bruises, scratches, and bites.  "So how'd you manage to get out of class this time?" Ch'nara asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Skipping again?""I told Mrs. Jennings I was going to go to the nurse, because I wasn't feeling well," Cheetar told her."You're so naughty." teased Ch'nara turning back, and bending down to finish drinking. "I really couldn't care less." Cheetar said, "It doesn't really matter anyway if I'm in class, or not, since I'm pretty sure that they want to send me back to Sister Ruth's.""Cheetar, I don't think that the school wants to..." she started to say, but stopped suddenly realized who he had actually meant. "Oh..."He nodded in affirmation. She stood back up again, and turned to face him."Listen. They love you just as much as they do me it's just that you act out like you do. But they couldn't even really begin to understand why you do the things that you do unless you give them a chance to. Talk to them, and accept the helping hand they've been trying to extend to you instead of trying to bite it all the time. Not everyone is against you, even if it does seem that way sometimes."She glanced up at the clock that hung on the wall just above Cheetar's head. "I have to get back to English Literature class, and then I have PE and Math. Let's meet at lunch, and we can talk more about this, okay? That is unless you get suspended again, or expelled for beating up another kid." "They deserve it." "Fighting isn't always the answer," she told him. "Please? For me, try to stay out of trouble for the rest of the day?" Cheetar gave a heavy sigh. "Okay. I'll do it for you. "Thanks. She said getting leaning all of her own 5'7" 100 pound body against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks. Love you bro." He hugged her back, and nuzzled her, inhaling the scent of her perfume, and another scent that he hadn't noticed before. He wasn't sure what it was, but it made his slacks feel tight on him. He sniffed again, and released her before she could find out about his ever growing bulge. "Love you too." She smiled again, and turned to walk back to class, swaying her hips, twitching her tail, and wiggling her butt as she walked.   "By the way, you look really cute in that outfit," he muttered after she'd gone from his sight. He took a long drink from the fountain, and quickly rushed into the bathroom. Luckily no one was in there, so he went into the large stall that is meant for handicap people to use, and shut, and locked the door. Then he unzipped his pants, pulled his throbbing penis, which was now fully erect free from the boxers that he was wearing under his slacks, holding it in his right paw, and slowly began to rub his left paw up, and down the length of it, and over the tip. When he rubbed his paw over the tip, his cock twitched. This excited the young Chee, and he smiled doing it again, and causing a drop of pre to ooze from the tip. "Mmmm," he purred. Cheetar rubbed the tip of his throbbing cock with his left paw, and stroked the length of his shaft with his right paw. He continued with this, bucking, and thrusting into his paw, letting out an audible "Mrowrrrl!" signifying his pleasure with what he was doing. Suddenly, his penis twitched, and thick warm streams of semen shot out, hitting the inside of the stall door. "Yes! Ohhh yes!" the Cheetah moaned. A knock sounded from the other side of the stall door. "Are you alright in there?" an older female asked. The fur on Cheetar's tail stood on end. It was Ms. Smith! He'd just been caught masturbating in the boys bathroom by the Superintendent of the school district! he thought. Cheetar facepawed, and mentally kicked himself.   "Uh I'm fine," he lied. "Are you sure? You don't sound fine. "Yeah. I'm fine." "Okay. Well, finish your business, and get back to class." Cheetar quickly unrolled some toilet paper, and wiped the tip of his now flaccid penis clean, which was that way, no thanks to Superintendent Smith. Tossing the toilet paper into the toilet, and flushing it before zipping up his fly, Cheetar exited the stall. She was still standing there when Cheetar approached the sink, and turned on the water. "Are you sure you're alright? she asked. You're looking rather sickly." "Well if you'd quit having the cafeteria staff of this so called school district serve the students refried dog poo disguised as 'Mystery Meat' all the time." Cheetar retorted. "I'll have you know that they only serve the highest quality of meat in our cafeterias." "You can't lie to me, so don't even try," Cheetar shot back. "I'm not as gullible as the other, students, and faculty at this miserable excuse for a school." "You have just earned yourself a detention, young man." she told him, pulling out a small notepad from her inside suit coat pocket, writing on it, tearing the top sheet off of the note pad, and handing it to Cheetar before sticking the note pad back into her pocket. "Don't be late." Turning, Cheetar walked away. "And Principal Tomkins will be calling your parents to let them know that you'll be returning home late." Smith called after him. "Whatever," Cheetar replied. Cheetar went outside, tossing the detention slip into the nearest garbage can on the way out, and walked across the parking lot to the open field were the school's soccer team, and football team practiced, and played their home games, and down another hill where a walking trail ran through the woods along the edge of the school grounds, and separated the school grounds from the river. "If that idiot thinks I'm going to show up for detention, she'd better guess again!" Cheetar said to no one, as he walked along the trail.   At a fork in the trail, there was a third smaller trail, which Cheetar took, following it to a little creek with a waterfall at the head of it. He saw that the creek fed into the river, but that he was pretty much obscured from the sight of anyone because of the way that the trees at the mouth of the creek where it flowed into the river were standing. He sat down on a boulder by the waterfall, and sighed. "Stupid Superintendent Smith! Stupid Principal Tomkins! Stupid foster parents! Stupid orphanage!" he grumbled.

While Cheetar was sitting on that boulder staring into the water of the creek, he noticed how clean it was, which made him want to go fishing out on the lake up north at his, and Ch'nara's foster parents' cabin, instead of being stuck having to go to the conformity factory that everyone else called a school. Thinking about being on the lake in a boat with a pole in the water reeling in a monster fish just made him more depressed than he'd already been. It was a whole entire twenty minutes before he heard the bell ring for the current class to let out, and he knew the halls would be packed with brainwashed youth. "Those poor deluded fools." he said to himself shaking his head. "I don't need an education. I don't need anyone, or anything, except Ch'nara." A smile crossed his face when he thought about her, and he heard another bell ring for the next class followed a few minutes later by the late bell.   "She's the only reason that I don't wipe out all life on this dirtball planet." Suddenly the realization dawned on him. "She doesn't know why I get into fights, but I should really tell her. She needs to know." He said. "They all do. The school would be less likely to punish me, if they knew why I was beating up the other students." He sighed again. "I hate having a conscience sometimes," said Cheetar shaking his head. It's like having Jiminy Cricket perched on my shoulder all the time telling me what to do."

Standing up again, he went back out from his little hide away back up the hill, and walked back across the soccer field. He walked directly toward the field house that was attached to the school, knowing that he could get in either through the front doors, or through one of the side doors in the gymnasium part of the fieldhouse. "If I go through one of the side doors, I might end up accidentally disrupting any classes that might be in there, so I should probably go through the front doors." The Chee made his way around the side of the building to the front of it. Entering through the double doors to a lobby where photographs of both boys, and girl's swim teams from the current school year, as well as from years past hung on the wall. In a large display case were a bunch of trophies that the swim teams had one over the years.   He smiled when he saw one of the photographs for standing in the center of the front row wearing the navy blue 1 piece swimsuit, and the matching swim cap, and goggles of Glenn M. Wilson Junior High Girls Swim Team was Ch'nara with her paws on her hips, and a smile on her face. "I never knew she was on the swim team," said Cheetar. "I guess I should pay more attention, and take an interest in her activities." He went back to the doorway that led to the gymnasium part of the fieldhouse, but upon looking in, didn't see anyone. "I thought she said she had PE in the fieldhouse," Just then, he felt a tap on his shoulder, causing him to jump. "Talking to yourself, spots?" Cheetar turned around and saw Ch'nara standing there in the swimsuit, goggles, and swim cap that he'd seen her wearing in the photograph. "Ch'nara," he said putting his paw over his heart, and panting. "You scared me." "Just returning the favor from when you pulled my tail earlier," Ch'nara told him. "What are you doing here?" "I- had to tell you..." stammered Cheetar.   "Tell me what?" Ch'nara asked. "Couldn't it wait for lunch?" He shook his head. "I had to tell you why I'm getting into fights." "Oh?" she asked. "It's because of you." "What?" An angry look crossed her face. "Yeah. You wouldn't believe some of the things the other students say about you." The sound of a door leading to the pool area opening could be heard. "Ch'nara, you need to get back to class now. As do you Cheetar." the PE Teacher, Ms. Bonaventure told the two Cheetahs. "I'll be right there." Ch'nara said to Ms. Bonaventure. "We can talk about it more at lunch, if you're even still here, otherwise I'll see you tonight." "As for what other students are saying about me, I don't let it get to me, and neither should you. They're just words spoken by closed minded people." She turned to head back to the pool, and as she did, Cheetar called after her. "See you at lunch." She looked over her left shoulder, and smiled at him before returning to class. "Mmm." He purred, staring at his sister's pert little butt.   Suddenly, his pants began growing tighter on him again. He noticed this, and quickly ran into one of the locker rooms, where he went into the adjacent bathroom stepped into the nearest stall, and unzipped his fly. Then he pulled his penis out, and started to rub the shaft with his right paw. "Mrowwrl!" he moaned softly, making sure not to be heard like he was when Ms. Smith had caught him jerking off earlier. "Gotta make sure I'm not too loud this time," he whispered to himself. "It was awkward enough getting caught playing with myself in a public place the first time around. After all, I'm not Pee-Wee Herman." He moaned, and groaned, as he stroked his shaft with his right paw and played with his testicles with his left paw to stimulate them. Pretty soon, his rock hard throbbing cock was twitching at even the slightest touch, and Cheetar was moaning, groaning, grunting, growling, panting, and purring in pleasure. What he didn't realize, is that when he ducked into the locker room to masturbate in the bathroom, he had accidentally gone into the girl's locker room. He was so preoccupied with pleasuring himself, that he didn't hear 25 teenage girls talking to each other not even ten feet from where he was. Just then he heard 3 female voices getting closer, right at the very moment that he came, so he quickly wiped his cock clean with some toilet paper, stood on the toilet, and crouched down far enough that no one would see him over the tops of the stalls, and report him for being in the girl's locker room.   ""My brother is so weird," one of them said. "He's always telling dumb jokes, and acting like a goof all the time. "Mine's worse, a second, more familiar voice. "Mine told me that I'm the reason that he's always fighting, and getting suspended from school." "What?!" a third girl exclaimed. "Yeah," the second girl, whom Cheetar now realized was Ch'nara told the other two. "Apparently people are talking trash about me behind my back, so Cheetar's been beating them up. The three went into stalls on either side of the one Cheetar was on, and from under the stall walls, Cheetar saw 3 soaking wet 1 piece navy blue bathing suits drop to the floor, and the legs of the three girls bending as they sat down to do their business. Cheetar thought to himself. . The two human girls finished their business, pulled their swimsuits back on, and exited the stalls, washing their hands, and going back out to the locker room to shower, and change for their next class. Once they left, Ch'nara gave a light knock on the stall wall separating her from her brother.   "They're gone now," she whispered softly enough to him that no one else would hear except him. "How did you know I was in here." "What, did you honestly think that I wouldn't recognize my own brother's scent?" she asked. Cheetar winced. He'd been caught again!" You coming Ch'nara?" the voice of one of the girls asked from the bathroom doorway." "Yeah, I'll be right there, Michelle." "That was too close," Cheetar said, wiping the back of his paw across his brow in relief. "Look, Cheetar, It wasn't just your scent," Ch'nara said. "It was also my instincts, and my sixth sense that I have as a twin that tells me when my evil half is nearby," "Your Cheetah Senses were tingling." "Pretty much," she told him. "I also know what you were doing in here, but unless you want me to tell our Foster Parents Kyle, and Sarah, (Named for Kyle Reese, and Sarah Conner), as well as the whole school about it, you have to do something for me." Cheetar sighed, knowing that if he didn't concede, he was as good as dead. "What is it?"   "You really shouldn't sneak into girl's bathrooms, and locker rooms, because it will ruin your reputation." "What reputation?" Cheetar asked dryly. "I'm serious!" replied Ch'nara. You don't want to be known as 'that creepy peeping cat boy who jerks off in girl's locker rooms, and girl's bathrooms'." Just then, the PE Teacher Ms. Bonaventure's voice could be heard. "Move it, or lose it, kitty cat!" she said. "I'll be right there," Ch'nara told Ms. Bonaventure. "Well, hurry up. Another class has to make use of this locker room, and they can't until it's empty."

"I'm almost done." Ms. Bonaventure left, and Cheetar breathed a soft sigh of relief. "I thought she was going to catch me talking to you in here. Then we'd both be in deep trouble." "Okay, so what's the thing?" "Well, Kyle, and Sarah will be gone all weekend, so we'll have the whole place to ourselves" "Party? Orgy? Both?" asked Cheetar. "Try none of the above." "That's no fun," Cheetar muttered. "We're going out to a nice restaurant for dinner. Then we're going to the movies, and you're going to pay for everything"   "What, like a date, or something?" he asked "Do the slave drivers know about your plans?" "I wish you'd stop calling them that. They're nice people if you'd get to know them, as I tried to explain to you earlier. But to answer your question, yes, it would be like a date, and no, they don't know, and they won't ever know." Ms. Bonaventure came into check to see if Ch'nara was still in the bathroom, but Ch'nara quickly pulled her feet up with her swimsuit still down around her ankles before the teacher could see her. Satisfied that no one was in the bathroom, or the locker room, Ms. Bonaventure left. "I really wish she'd leave for good instead of looking in here every couple of minutes." said Cheetar. "Well...?" Cheetar had long since reached his limit on how much he was willing to keep people from finding about his current situation, and Ch'nara knew it, but Cheetar felt that he'd better not risk upsetting Ch'nara, or he'd never hear the end of it. "Fine," She gave a squee of delight, and stood up, pulling her swimsuit back on. Then she exited the stall washed her paws with soap, and hot water, showered, and changed. After she'd changed she came back to the stall, and knocked on it. Cheetar unlocked, and opened the door to see Ch'nara standing there with her back to him, her blazer in her left paw.   "Could you please zip me up?"He zipped her up, and she put her blazer back on, as a wicked grin crossed her face, and she stepped into the stall, shutting the door again, and locking it. Then she turned toward Cheetar, and kissed him deeply, passionately, sensually, and lovingly on the lips, slipping her tongue into his maw. His eyes went wide, and a confused, and shocked expression crossed his face. He placed his right paw on the back of her leg, and slowly brought it up past her thigh to her butt, rubbing, patting, and groping it through her tights "Mmmm," He purred, his penis starting to get hard again. She started purring as well, and wrapped her tongue around his. After a few minutes, she broke the kiss, and smiled at him."Now no more masturbating in girl's bathrooms, and girl's locker rooms, okay." He smiled at her. "Okay." "Good. I'll explain later why I kissed you like that, hon. Tongue baths at 5, Dinner at 6, and the movie at 8." Cheetar blinked. he thought." Now it was 'hon'. What was next? Cheetar was almost afraid to learn the answer, fearing that he wouldn't like what it was.   She unlocked, and opened the door, turning to leave, but before she left, she looked over her left shoulder at Cheetar, wiggling her butt, and winking suggestively at him."Oh, and you will be made over into a Cheetette boi. for our night out."