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Student Affairs of the Hopelessly Elite

By: BeaverReturn

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Part 7

Leonard returned to the study where waiting for him in the reference section was Clyde. Though Clyde was never known for warm introductions, Leonard noticed something even more malicious within his stare.

"You son of a bitch."

"Nice to see you too, Clyde."

With a vicious sneer Clyde leapt, snagging Leonard by the collar before throwing him against a stack of books. With his scaly elbow across Leonard's throat, the reptile whipped out a switchblade from behind his jeans. He held the pointed metal directly beneath Leonard's eye. "You rat!"

"What the hell? You hopped up, or what?" Leonard responded, before being thrown to the ground.

"I'd hate to hurt such a pretty face. But I hate people who betray me more."

"Betray you?"

Clyde's eyes were wild and burning. Leonard felt frightened.

"You told her. I know you did. You told her that I told you!" The drake pressed again the cat, holding him by the collar. He taunted the cat with his blade, waving it only inches from the cat's nose.

"I did?"

Clyde snarled, "You want me to fucking cut you?"

Leonard swallowed his fear. He would not let himself be intimidated. Digging deep, he recovered his inner charm. The gears began turning again. "So maybe I did. But I can explain."

Clyde let out his frustration, shaking the cat. "Fucker. My parents found the drugs. My whole stash. My sister fucking told them. Now why would she go about doing that? Well, let me tell you. Because you fucking told her. I know it. It's you! You made me betray my sister. Now everything is fucked up. I've got to go to counselling. You understand? Fuck, I could kill you!"

Leonard slammed his head against the Drake's and the Drake stumbled. Leonard then shifted himself before pulling the reptile in front. After switching places with the reptile, he was able to grab Clyde's wrist, pulling him behind before twisting his arm until the blade fell from his grasp. Disarmed, the punk hissed at him, snapping his sharp teeth. Leonard held him against the stacks, bringing his knee forward. His knee hovered close to the reptile's groin. Leonard spoke clearly, "settle the fuck down."

"Fuck you," Clyde wheezed. "I need my drugs."

Leonard slapped the reptile with a loud thwack! before throwing a paw over the drake's maw, silencing him. He then waited to see if anybody heard. With his voice hushed, he spoke quickly, "Listen you idiot. I've got a plan and it all starts with what you told me. Your sister's going down. You hear me? She may control this school, but she's going down. You can plan on it. You get it? She gets it. That's why she went after you. Keep you quiet. She's protecting herself. If you just used your brain you'd see this. "

Leonard gradually lifted his paw off the drake's mouth. The drake remained placid, glaring as he spoke, "I want my drugs back."

"I'll get them back. Double them even."

"Shit. You're not playing around."

"That's right." Leonard let off the reptile. For awhile the two students heaved deep breaths, defusing after their encounter. Leonard checked himself. He seemed to have survived the encounter unwounded. Bruised, yes, but otherwise unharmed. Exhausted, they both sat down against the stacks. The feline turned to the drake beside him. The drake returned the glance. His prior anger had now shifted into a more troublesome expression, excitement.

"So that information, I gave you. Must be pretty valuable to you. Hm?" Clyde grinned. Leonard huffed in disbelief. No way._The drake, as though hearing his foe's thoughts, slid his claw under the shirt of the cat. He began scratching his fur. _Oh, yes.

"Oh fuck off." Leonard squirmed away from the touch but the insistent reptile kept forward. Suddenly Leonard was snagged by the neck. He was shoved to the ground. The reptile rolled on top, his intent clear. Checking his surroundings, the drake saw that the two were still alone. Perfect.

"Fuck off." Leonard grunted, shoving Clyde on the chest. Clyde responded by snatching the feline's dark paw mid air and lowering it onto his crotch. Leonard tried to pull his paw away, but the drake was stronger than his scrawny appearance let on.

"You owe me. You owe me huge," Clyde growled. Leonard grabbed where the reptile had placed him and squeezed the firmness which began to expand. His eyes met Clyde's and the reptile grinned. "That's right. Show me that I can trust you. Show me you are sorry, you little shit."

After a brief hesitation Leonard obeyed and began to fondle the drake as he grew hard. Something electric began to infect the stale air. Something alive began to twist around lingering scents of old books. Leonard went ahead another step. Fully unzipping the pants of the reptile, he pulled the tight, ripped, pants down. Underneath the drake's lime green underwear was the imprint of a tapered erection, a stain of pre at its tip. Leonard stroked along its length, involuntarily catching a whiff of the growing sex of his opponent. The musk caught Leonard's attention, but he shook the thought out of his head. This was only business.

Clyde had seen the cat's reaction however and in grabbing his waist band, decided to pull his underwear all the way down. Half-full and exposed, Leonard now saw the reddish pink flesh grow taller within the air. Leonard gave it a few gentle strokes, easing more flesh out of his slit. The reptile moaned, and in seeing his foe relax, Leonard began again, "I'm going to need you to do something for me."

"Put your mouth on it."

Leonard scoffed in disgust.

"I'll do whatever you want, sugar lips. Just put your mouth on it."

Leonard closed his eyes, leaning forward he licked the shaft of the reptile, teasing the inner slit with two pawfingers. The reptile's balls began to expand at the base of his cock. The reptile was almost fully hard. This wasn't their first time together. Leonard knew the anatomical steps of his reptilian nemesis's arousal. He knew how to get him off-quick and easy. The reptile hissed, complimenting the feline. His load began to fill. Leonard could feel it. Soon, Clyde's offerings would soon be the cat's burden to take. The air started to grow heavy, hazy. The scent of sex between them was rising.

"That's it. Just like that."

Leonard took his mouth off the reptile. "You talked to your parents yet?"

"Fuck, no. I aint talking to them."

Leonard put the whole reptile into his mouth, taking the long shaft down into his throat. He then slid two pawfingers up towards the reptile's ass. Playing with the flesh he found there. He threatened to slide a finger in, dry and furry. Such a thought excited the scaly fiend. Clyde's balls grew wider, a tell-tale vein now pulsing along his cock. Clyde placed two claws on the back of the Feline's head, humping him until Leonard pulled back, eye's watering and out of breath. The feline coughed.

"Why?" Clyde's eyes narrowed.

"I'll tell you soon."

Furiously Clyde then beat himself off, pumping his thick meat towards the face of Leonard. Along the underbelly of the shaft a group of fleshy spines began to grow. "Almost ready. Put your mouth back on it," he commanded and Leonard leaned forward, licking at the shaft, playing along the spines with his tongue. Clyde could feel an intense heat within himself. A fire was building.

"Put your whole mouth on it, I said!"

Leonard shook his head. "I own you. You're going to do exactly as I say. You are going to buy me beer."

"How am I going to buy beer, numb nuts?" Clyde sneered, growing impatient.

"Come on now. Do you really think I wouldn't notice those extra years they held you back?"

With a growl Clyde shoved himself forward, forcing himself into Leonard's mouth. Leonard's throat was filled with reptilian cock, spines massaging his inner mouth as the reptile humped him in a near-completion fervour. His round, strained balls filled the feline's cheeks, warm and heavy. Clyde's back curved as he shot his load deep into the mouth of Leonard. Leonard gulped all of it, choking by the time he was finished. The drake pumped a few more times before his spent cock left Leonard's mouth. Leonard pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his mouth, stood up, and adjusted himself.

"So we are agreed, then?"

"Sure thing, kitty cat, but one last request."

"And what's that?"

"If your plan succeeds, your ass is mine." Clyde smiled, standing up as well.

"We'll see."

Clyde then kissed Leonard. For a while Leonard became enraptured in the flavour of the reptile, but then he pushed himself away, sneering rudely at his assailant. The reptile chuckled. "Don't act like you're not hard. I can smell it."

Leonard acted disgusted towards the half-naked student though under his pants he was sporting a hard, almost painful erection, one that screamed for attention. Leonard would not give in. Now was not the time for such pleasures. Turning away, he left the study with a swish of his tail. With any luck, he still had some mouthwash left in his locker.

Part 8

Bill leaned on the outside of his truck, his eyes covered behind the brim of a trucker's cap. Patiently he waited, his car radio playing country music softly behind him. Dark clouds rolled in above him. The air was growing heavy. The day's forecast was shifting from morning sun into afternoon rain. On his car's dashboard he saw as the minute changed. Could he really do it? Could he really confess? The bull turned away, only to then glance at his phone and see another clock. The countdown could not be escaped. He would be meeting Benedict soon. Suddenly a text message chimed in. It was from his girlfriend:

>Hey bby, u there?

He responded:

> Wht's up?

He sent the text message just as the clock struck twelve. He looked over to the school doors. There was no sign of Benedict. Again, another message appeared on his phone. He checked it immediately.

> Do you love me?

She asked.

> Of course.

He responded.

The next message came seconds later:

>You would never betray me?

>No, y?

He responded.

>Somebody found out.

She replied.

The bull fumbled the phone in his grasp, almost dropping it. His heart began racing. Suddenly he felt guilty, guilty and ashamed. He shrunk downwards in attempt to hide his phone though no one else was around. Recently his life had felt like a Jenga tower where too many pegs had been pulled. Was it finally time for it to all come crashing down?

The bull texted back:

>I don't understand.

She responded:

>You don't have to.

He reviewed his girlfriend's messages. Short messages meant that she was mad. He knew he had done wrong. He could only guess how betrayed she felt. During the initial fight, he had convinced her that it had been a onetime thing. That's what he had told himself too. Still, there was always those momentary glances, times where he would be caught staring at other woman, or, admittedly, other men--as of late, mostly men. It burdened him. He had urges, urges that demanded validation. He demanded validation. He was only animal. Such thoughts could not be helped. Temptation could not be tamed. He shook his head. An echo of his dad called to him, Keep your head in the game! Temptation versus action, they weren't the same. He felt his arms, felt his chest. He was strong, stronger than all of this.

He responded:

>I'm so sorry.

He meant it.

She replied:

>I know. I'll fix this.

A quick revelation then brought the bull into a sudden panic.

>What are you going to do?

But she never replied.

Bill glared at his cell phone. In being caught completely within a cycle of his own thoughts, he failed to notice Benedict as he approached. Benedict, in being excited, greeted the bull with an overzealous hug, squeezing tight. This broke Bill from concentration. Carefully, the bull pushed Benedict back. "Easy there."

Opening the door behind him, the bull invited the dog inside his truck. The truck was wide enough that each was given their own space as the collapsed seat in the middle acted like a barrier. When Benedict closed the door behind him, he suddenly grew to feel confined. A mixture of nerves and claustrophobia began to rattle him. For a while only the radio filled the void.

"Hey." Bullington Steel, massive hulk that he was, spoke with a tremor in his voice. He too was nervous.

"Hey." Benedict bluntly responded. There was another pause between them. "So..."

The bull winced when he spoke next, his words coming out forcefully. "Tell me, something. Are people, you know, saying stuff about me?"

Benedict stayed on his side of the truck. He looked at the bull softly. Benedict's expression was honest, empathetic, telltale of a caring soul. "What do you mean?"

"Gossip wise."

Benedict fiddled his fingers in his lap. "No."

"Are you sure?"

Those words came like a shock of electricity. Benedict froze for a moment, speechless.

"Why did you come into the locker room?" the bull continued, stewing in his seat. The thunderous pounding of his large heart could be felt even in the next seat over.

Benedict showed support by lifting his paw closer to the bull's hand. Sometime during the conversation, Bill had rested his hoofhand on the barrier between them. As Benedict's paw moved beside the bull's hoofhand, Bill flinched, gesturing to move his own away.

"I left a textbook behind by accident." Benedict tried to remain confident in his story.

"Right." The bull contemplated a moment before changing the subject. "So what is a Gay Straight Alliance?"

"We try and make the school more accessible for LGBT peoples."

The bull turned to face the dog. Benedict's heart melted at the sight of the bull's vulnerability. "Can we be honest here?"

An elongated silence fed into the already tangible tension between them.

"What?"

"Do you like being gay?"

Benedict seemed uncertain of how to answer the question.

The bull slammed his head down onto his steering wheel, gripping tight the upholstery. "Forget it."

"Do you need help?"

The bull sighed deeply. "I don't know what to do."

Benedict took a second to think. Then he smiled. His answer was simple. "Follow your heart."

The bull gritted his teeth, shaking his head. "It's not that easy."

"It could be." Benedict slowly moved his paw towards the bull's shoulder. The bull winced when Benedict touched him but did not immediately turn away. They stayed like this for a moment, only to be interrupted by Bill's phone. Bill checked his messages.

>You've been dropped out of science. Took some negotiation but I've managed to set up a peer program where I tutor you for your needed credit. You only need to write a research essay at the end of the year. I will help. You owe me.

The bull slapped away Benedict's touch. He then puffed air angrily from his nostrils which fogged his windshield. His muscles tightened as he clenched his fists on the steering wheel. "What? How could she?"

"What is it?" Benedict was growing scared, his paw backing towards the door handle.

The bull turned to him. "You should go."

"I'm sorry?" Benedict lingered against the door.

The bull grew distant, his eyes sinking. "I want you to leave."

"But, what about us being friends?" Benedict shrunk inward as tears began to form. However, the sight of his crying seemed to only infuriate Bill further.

"It's over. Forget about it. We're done here, now scram!" The bull screamed.

Benedict left the truck, slamming the door behind him. Within himself he felt a familiar sensation of defeat. An inner sense of reason called to him again. He chastised himself while choking on the flood of raw emotion which threatened to overtake him. His prior sense of panic had formed into despair, fear washed into heartbreak. He felt weak. He had played himself the fool, and had lost.

Before returning to the school he lingered at the entrance. Through the window he watched as the other students passed through the halls. Before he could join them, he would have to calm himself or otherwise be made fun of for crying, which wouldn't be the first time. It took a moment but he was able to eventually able to mellow his emotions. He looked behind him and saw the bull still within his truck, still gripping his wheel. His heart expanded. A spark of hope rallied within him. He would not give up. With a paw-finger Benedict cleared the moisture from his eyes. This was his final year, his last chance. He could be burned again, but why would that matter? There was nothing left for him in this small town. All possible scars had already been made. With nothing left for him to lose, Benedict vowed to keep trying. He felt something in that truck. There was something there, something worth fighting for.

*Part 9 *

Alexi stood in front of a window watching as a heavy sheet of rain pelted against it. Closing her eyes she focused on the sound of the rain, attempting to calm her rising headache. For a moment she was successful, there was serenity in her mind until her intercom buzzed.

"There's a Leonard here for you," Her secretary called.

"Okay. Thank you." Alexi moved to sit at her desk. Before buzzing Leonard in, she ran her paws smoothly across the wooden surface. She noticed her proud reflection within its immaculate top. It was a great desk, a desk inherited by the many student body leaders before her. Against the adjacent wall she studied a series of portraits. Returning her gaze was the faces of so many proud and acclaimed people. Among the collection she could see her mother, and her grandmother, and her grandmother's mother, the first ever. Her attention turned back to the expensive, wonderfully varnished furniture before her. This office was her birthright. Nothing would take this desk away from her. With a deep breath she readied herself and then pressed the red button on the white intercom display.

Leonard shuffled into the room. His eyes shot straight to Alexi who sat behind her rich, redwood desk which was almost as wide as the room which contained it. "Ah, yes. What a sight your desk is. And you look so proud behind it. If only I needed an art credit, I know exactly what I would paint."

"Cut the shit, Leonard." Alexi frowned. Her headache was returning.

"Sure. Sure." Leonard waved her off, sitting himself down. "So what's this about?"

"In short, your termination from the school paper." Alexi clicked the touchpad of her laptop before typing across its keyboard. She hit the keys hard, making sure that each click resonated strongly throughout the room. Leonard attempted to speak but then Alexi him off. "Any questions?"

"Terminating me from the school paper is hardly a threat." Leonard scoffed.

"Not only have I terminated you but I have also filed an official report about your negligence, thereby removing any extra-curricular credits from your record. This certainly is going to make graduation difficult for you. Should I go on?"

Leonard's face twisted. "You can't do that."

"Actually, as president of the student body, chief editor, and personal friend to the principal, I certainly can." Alexi slapped her laptop down, crossing her fingers above it. She leaned forward. She meant business. "My influence in this school runs deep. This hardly should be news to you. I may even be able to get you expelled if that what it takes."

"After all we have done together this is how you repay me?"

The otter shrugged off the comment. "Our honeymoon died long ago. Bringing up our past relationship won't save you now."

Leonard pushed further. "All that snooping, all that sabotage. All those things you had me do. Where would you be without me?"

"I would be honest. Honest and still in power. I hold a strong capability of greatness. I would have found a way without you. It's my fate. I come from elite blood." Alexi took a moment to absorb her own words before looking Leonard directly in the eyes. "But you without me would still make you a rat, similar as you are now, but much more insignificant. Don't even act like you hated doing my dirty work."

Leonard nearly succumbed to anger but then caught himself. Leaning back, he smiled. "You're right. It was fun. I enjoyed every moment of it. But I didn't do it for you. You were merely an opportunistic scavenger in the wake of my work." Alexi's eyes narrowed when she heard this. "People in your positions think yourselves so royal and deserving and yet all it takes is one weakness exposed and suddenly a revolution comes to prove you wrong."

"This isn't France and we aren't in 1700s. Get your head out of your ass." Alexi raised herself while placing two paws firmly placed on the desk. Looming over the cat she spoke clearly, "Nothing will be gained if you continue whatever you are planning."

"Is that all?"

"Oh come on, stop this." Alexi fell back on her chair. "Act against me and we both fall. It's kamikaze!"

"It may be, but then your fall comes from higher ground."

Leonard's refute caught Alexi off-guard. He was being stubborn and Alexi knew that such stubbornness would be its own trap. Alexi found that she felt sorry for him. Her tone became sympathetic. "What happened to us?"

"An unlikely union met its predictable end." Leonard quipped as he motioned to leave. "Are we done here?"

"Why are you doing this?" Alexi's face was an expression of fatigue. In seeing her expression, Leonard turned back.

"Take it as a lesson. Consider this, what is a housecat without a prey to hunt?" Leonard gave Alexi a moment to think before snapping his fingers. "I'll tell you: nothing but a useless pet." Leonard failed to hide the rage in his voice. "Your useless pet. That's what I was. Your pet, and you left me. In the end you used me, took all from me and gave nothing back in return. I am merely paying your debt."

"So you resent me then? Is that it? It's heartbreak? You've fallen victim to heartbreak? Well I'm sorry if I broke your little heart." Alexi let out an over-exaggerated laugh while holding her chest dramatically. "To think, you are nothing but a spoiled little brat, doomed by your sense of over-entitlement. That is truly pathetic. Even for you."

Leonard gritted his teeth. Alexi grinned victoriously but Leonard refused to give her the last laugh. In response he muttered deeply, "Laugh while you can Alexi." He then stood up and headed out the door.

Alexi watched as the cat left the room. Opening her laptop, she clicked on her email and began fiercely typing. The subject of her message read: Demerit Request for Student #6749. She finished the email and then immediately sent the request. Exasperated she sighed, closing her laptop before moving to the window again. Something inside of her still felt afraid. She knew she could only do so much. As an otter of process she was only another cog in the gears of reputation and bureaucracy, her reach only extended so far. Whereas Leonard was a cat of anonymity and action, free to spread slander like wildfire. Within her mind, an image came to surface: her and Leonard laughing childishly in the library. It was during their first year of school and he was presenting to her his perfectly diabolical plan on paper. She hated everything about the plan, but he had sold it to her with such certainty. She kissed him then even though she was unsure of how she still felt. In the end, she did end up calling it love for awhile until realizing that it was impossible for either of them to ever learn the true value of the word. They were similar in that regard. Alexi pondered this as she starred out the window. She wondered if love existed only after the relationship was done, after it had all been lost. Alexi decided, if she knew Love, she knew it only as a fire that wished to consume the other. Love was a battleground. If this was true, if this was love, then she could not blame Leonard for whatever came next. Nor could she blame herself. They were, in a sense, tied together, destined to fall. Outside, the rain had stopped but Alexi's headache still remained. Alexi returned to her desk, trying for the bottle of aspirin but finding that no more pills remained.