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Student Affairs Of the Hopelessly Elite

By: BeaverReturn

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Part 1

Leonard sat on a set of crowded bleachers. Beside him was Benedict, an excitable dog with a tiny flag in his golden paw. Though Benedict seemed deeply engaged in the school's opening match, Leonard was not. Instead, Leonard stared diligently into a tablet balanced on his lap, a set of reading glasses across his black feline nose. The day itself was mostly sunny save for a scattering of clouds across the sky. Though no one seemed to notice, it was unusually warm for September.

"GOOOAAAAAL," Benedict cheered, waving his flag.

Leonard grabbed the wrist of his peer and yanked him down.

"By the collar Benny, I didn't come here so you could act like an idiot," he snapped.

Benedict Reginald shrunk into himself, his blonde canine ears falling back. "I'm sorry. It's just so exciting!"

"Exciting?" Leonard huffed. "Since when do you care about sports? No wait. I think I know--"

"A crush," Benedict confessed.

Unimpressed, Leonard turned back to the tablet on his lap, his amber, feline eyes focusing. "Of course."

"It's really real this time. I know it." The dog's eyes lit up, a wistful smile lurching across his face. On the field a handsome bull approached the bench before snatching himself a bottle of water. After a final swig of water he spat a line across the grass. An accessory that Leonard would deem too deliberate but seemed charming to Benedict nonetheless.

Leonard moaned, "I'm sure."

"He's my lab partner this year. Mr. S thinks we'll make a good pair."

"For his fantasies I would imagine."

"Surely, you are not implying..." Benedict raised a paw to his face, a flush of concern wiping away his prior jovial expression.

"My news doesn't lie."

"Well I don't believe it." Benedict crossed his arms, shaking his head at his black-furred friend. "You are such a downer sometimes."

"A downer? Me? Hah! As though I'm the cause? I'm not the cause Benny, I'm the effect. "

"What is that even supposed to mean?"

"Hm? It's a work in progress I'll admit." Leonard sighed, backspacing on his tablet. "In any sense, I'm not getting any work done here. I'm going to try my luck in the study room."

"Wait? What about your article?" Benedict said, addressing the game. The players had returned to the field.

With an apathetic shrug Leonard shoved his tablet into a messenger bag before throwing the bag over his shoulder. "Benny my friend, it's just sports. There is no news to be had here. Good luck with the bull. You know who he's dating right?" Leonard waved before hopping off the bleachers.

"Yea I know. But still..." Benedict sighed, returning to the game, or rather, to the outlined buttocks of the bull's too-tight shorts.

Part 2

As Leonard came downstairs into the library he saw various brown tables across the room's emerald carpet. For a moment, it reminded him of islands across a green sea, a memory from a long ago summer vacation. Various groups of students sat at these islands. While some were studying, most were texting, gossiping, or otherwise goofing off. It was still the beginning of the year; no assignments would be due till at least next month. Keeping a low profile, Leonard shuffled past these tables, sneaking towards the library stacks in the back of the room.

Amongst these stacks, Leonard came into a section marked References. Even though most books within the library were dusty and desolate it was within the References section that the effects of literary abandonment were most noticed. At one time it had been a perfectly remote place to engage in casual and carnal experimentations. Nowadays the place was lifeless and stinking of mildew due to the flooding that happened some springs ago. That being said, the section was not without its lingering phantoms.

Among these phantoms was Clyde, an overly pierced punk type who despite being reptilian grew up in a house controlled by overly conservative mammalian parents. Like most students, Clyde wore his uniform, though he wore it often under a baggy sweater. Clyde resented his adoptive parents. He resented his fellow classmates, too. He resented all preppy kids and, of course, the whole damn school. From under the hood of his sweater Clyde watched Leonard carefully.

"What the fuck you want, Leo?"

"Depends what you have."

"I aint got nothing for you." Clyde turned his head away, checking behind him, before turning his head back. In a low voice he then murmured, "Unless you got something for me." The reptile gave a toothy smirk, his eyes darting over the approaching fur.

Leonard pulled a baggy of full of white pills from his sack. Holding the bag in his paws, he rattled them in front of the young drake. A burst of charm lit up within the reptile's eyes, his devil's stare matching Leo's own.

"Fucking jackpot! What do you want for them?"

"Same as always."

"Fine, I've got something for you. I've got news to suggest Mr. S is..."

Leonard raised a sharp hand, cutting the drake off. "I know about Mr. S. everyone knows about Mr. S. I don't pay for bullshit about Mr. S." The cat motioned to put the baggy away.

"Well, fuck you, Mr. High-N-Mighty. It's the beginning of the year. What the fuck do you expect?"

"Quiet. Keep your voice down. It's a library." Leonard wrapped a paw around the drake's mouth, pulling him in close. Pushing backwards he pinned the drake to a stack of A-Z encyclopedias. The drake's eyes narrowed. Leonard winked. With his other paw, the feline then unzipped the drake's pants in a smooth, descending motion before sliding the bag of pills into his underwear. The drake's eyes glowed as Leonard lingered, teasing the reptile's slit with a single, circling pawfinger. Clyde shivered. He started to grow hard. Whether his arousal was because of Leonard, or because of the pills, the feline could not be sure. Releasing the drake's maw, Leonard came closer. He gave the reptile a slow, teasing kiss that ended with a flick of his tongue across one of the reptile's lip rings.

Leonard's hand began to pull and tease the flesh that was quickly thickening in Clyde's pants. The bulbous base of his cock began to form, swelling into spherical formation. Reptile tongue dipped deep into Leonard's mouth, a purple and thick slug that twisted itself around its competitor, constricting it. Leonard attempted to push away but he struggled to escape the embrace of his reptile companion. Clyde began to hump the paw that he aggressively held in place, his member growing firmer. He forced Leonard to feel all that he had to offer. Disgusted, Leonard gave a hard shove, escaping the clutches of the reptile.

"One of these days I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." The drake retaliated by grabbing Leonard by the crotch. An odd sense floated around the cold-blooded creature. He had a strange smell, similar to that of natural mud: earthy and yet not totally repulsive. Through the cat's pants, Clyde reached out to feel feline balls, soft and round. With an up and down motion he played with them, and for a second Leonard had to close his eyes, a wisp of breath escaping him. Something animal, like a feeling of intoxication, began to rise within Leonard. Clyde's stench was strong; the natural pheromone of his species was potent; a volcano of musk wafted out from his demanding male hood. Leonard fought back his purrs, he resisted against any need to indulge.

"You'll never find me a story good enough for that," Leonard replied, nipping the drake's neck. The drake shifted closer, his claw diving deep into Leonard's pants. He firmly squeezed Leonard's cock, which was more erect than Leonard would have liked to admit. The two began in an act of mutual masturbation, pulling on each other while daring eyes remained locked. It was both a moment of conflict and gain, as they dared the other to cum first.

"You want to fucking bet?" The pulling motion quickened on Clyde's end, which encouraged Leonard to pick up the pace. Between them heavy breaths met. Leonard found himself pulled in for another kiss, his paw moistened by a growing pool of slimy reptilian pre.

Leonard once again pushed away the drake before their lips could meet. He stiffened his posture, adjusted his erection, and then crossed his arms. "Well then, I'm waiting."

Clyde remained against the set of mouldy books behind him. Playing with the same lip ring prior kissed, he began. "Fine, I got something for ya." Once again, he gave a toothy grin, his hungry eyes lusting towards the imprint of cock now formed in Leonard's pants. "Heh. How about this? I've got reason to believe that your boss and her boyfriend, Mr. Bullington Steel are going through some, well, troubled times."

Leonard kept his composure, his inner shield remaining imperturbable. "Gossip? You think you can get me with gossip? There better be more."

"Relax. I'm getting to that. Shit!" the drake cursed, swiping the air. "Fucking over-privileged fluff butts, no patience."

"You certainly are trying it. Now get along. I've not got all day."

The drake shifted forward, wrapping his arm around the Feline. With his other claw he began to gesture, painting the scene. "Let us go back to summer vacation. Little Ms. Your-Chief-Editor and her boy are by the poolside at Pa's mansion. As it turns out the pool boy's looking pretty good out there in the sun. But that wasn't for little Ms. Editor to notice. No, no, it's tragic really." Clyde stopped as though suddenly unable to continue.

"Bullshit," Leonard snapped.

"Why would I lie?"

After some deliberation, the feline nodded his head. "Go on."

"Well then, what else is there to tell? Except for the fact that Mr. Bullington Steel and the pool boy got caught sword fighting later that night. How about that, then?"

Leonard rolled his eyes. "Honestly? Unimpressed. A story like that needs proof. Need's a source. Without that, it's useless to me."

Clyde pulled the baggy from his pants. "What other source do you need?" Clyde commented before trying out one of his newly acquired pills. "Afterall, your boss," he said smirking, "she's my sister, aint she?"

Leonard shrugged. "Yeah? But you're still a bastard."

"Maybe so, but someday this bastard's going to fuck you."

Part 3

Upstairs, Leonard bent over a water fountain. Leonard slurped the stream of water in large gulps, swishing around the cold liquid before spitting it back out. For ten minutes he had been doing this and still the taste of Clyde remained. How disgusting, Leonard thought. Yet, totally worth it. His intuition was never wrong about a story and right now his mind was at full alert.

Over his years as a schoolyard journalist, Leonard learned early that sex could be used as an ultimate bargaining chip against most other, overly hormonal students. After all, everyone his age always seemed so damn horny. He didn't particularly enjoy sex but was handsome enough that sometimes people wanted to have sex with him. In confronting these engagements, Leonard would seem bisexual but Leonard did not consider his bi-tendencies as a proponent of his sexuality. Instead it was more a manifestation of a personality that wanted nothing more than to always end up on top.

"Leonard!" a shrill voice screamed. Leonard leapt up, turning sharply but seeing no one there. "Down here."

Leonard dropped his head. With arms akimbo a short otter stared up at him, a mean look across her face. Greeting her Leonard spoke, "Alexi, my dear." The feline's warm welcome was misplaced as any previous embers of compassion between the two had long ago cooled. In the past they had seen each other as friends, and then as something more, but by the end of last year they had become less, much less: merely boss and employee.

"Stop. Why are you not at the game right now? You know, reporting it? You know, like I assigned you to do?" The squat otter had breasts two sizes too big and a voice that could cut straight through bone. Her head fur was dyed blonde, her jeans tight, and her shirt cut low as to compliment her post-puberty assets. This was the face of the big bitch, queen of the school-yard, Ms. Ultimate in Popular.

Leonard turned back to the fountain taking an elongated sip before responding. "I got bored. I decided to look for a better story to write."

"A better story? Really? You were looking for a better story than the year's opening soccer game? Please, enlighten me. What exactly did you have in mind?" Alexi's frustration came from the fact that similar dialogs between the two had all too often been spoken.

Leonard suppressed himself. He thought about what Alexi's brother had said. He thought about telling her. In fact it had almost come out forcefully like vomit. He knew he had to hold his tongue. Such news was too valuable to waste. "Relax, okay? I've got your story and I don't need to watch a couple of idiots kick around a ball in order to tell it. Win or lose? Inconsequential. Either way you'll get the story you want. Bullington Steel will be the game's hero and you'll maintain your spotlight because somehow his success will eventually relate back to you. Then you can go on maintaining your role as prom queen, chief editor, president of student body or whatever other gig you got going on. Life will continue and no one will ever suspect who you really are. Your perfect world stays. Consider it done. That's what you want isn't it?"

Alexi narrowed her eyes. "You know nothing about what I want."

Leonard cocked his posture, pointing downwards in order to address the otter directly. "Sure, let's say that. But I do know this. Whatever you're planning, I'm sure it's related to this being our final year." A sparkle began to glow behind Leonard's eyes. Devilish ideas began to churn within the scoundrel. "All these years on top, and yet, I ask how many of those years are based on the influence of your massively worshipped boyfriend?" Leonard drew attention towards a poster beside them. It was an advertisement for the school's prep rally: a picture of shirtless Bullington Steel lifting dumbbells with the words, "The Bull is getting pumped, are you?" written across it.

"How--,"Alexi paused, "how dare you."

"Dare I? I haven't dared to do anything yet."

Alexi twitched, her domineering posture rising. "What are you getting at?"

Leonard pushed her further. "I've found out something." Leonard stifled his grin behind a paw finger, his eyes aflame. Such a display of charm annoyed Alexi.

Alexi's phone began to ring. Leonard observed how over the years her ringtone changed from a bubbly pop song to a simple, professional ring. "I don't have time for this. Just get me my story. Send it to me tonight, or your dead. Remember, it was me who got you where you are. You wouldn't be among the elite without my influence."

Such words would have normally upset Leonard, but Leonard, in feeling a rising sense of victory, spoke out in singsong as he took a gentleman's bow. "Whatever Alexi. I'll get right on it, Alexi. Happy Birthday, Alexi. Oh and Alexi one more thing."

"Sure." Alexi gave a contempt sneer.

"I saw an ad for a job in the paper," Leonard raised his eyebrows. "You wouldn't know what happened to your old pool boy, would you?"

Alexi froze. For a while, she appeared to be broken. Above dark mustelid eyes a telltale twitch triggered. Leonard almost burst into laughter, into a victorious cry. He struggled to douse his own flame. How delicious all of it was. It was hardly fair that he would have to contain himself for so long. After awhile, Alexi recomposed, speaking firmly to the much taller student, "don't think I won't find a way to destroy you. I can take you down. I am above you."

Leonard didn't flinch, his dumb smile remained.

Sharply, she turned her attention towards the study room. With burning eyes she thought to herself, I'm going to kill my brother, her phone still ringing through the halls as she left.

In a burst of energy Leonard spun on his heel, racing off in the opposite direction. Had he given himself away? Leonard did not care. It had been confirmed. The real game had begun. How exciting, the feline thought, how invigorating. Now I wonder where my friend Benny is?