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Adam arrived the next morning, early as usual. Yesterday's class had him all excited already, and today was finally the day. After months of talks, essays, and slipping a few dollars the right way, finally, finally he was going to speak to a Harvard recruiter. He couldn't have asked for a better situation to do it in, either. The interview would take place in the principal's office, where he was comfortable and familiar with, and would mean he didn't have to take a day off school. Even better, he was still high off the revelation that he would have his very own college program. Well, essentially he would- from what he remembered of Mr. Lynch and his session, Adam did most of the planning. Mr. Lynch was intelligent, yes, but nothing compared to the rabbit, or so the rabbit thought.

He scuffed down the hallway, feet dragging on the polished floor- his shoes left little black marks on the floor as he went, much to the chagrin of the janitor, who groused to himself, but left it for another time. Adam was still wearing the same clothes as the day before- he didn't think to change after school. In fact, he just went to his room, got in bed, and watched videos while scarfing down snacks. Evidence of this pocked the formerly white suit- orange and red stains on the silken suit's crotch and ass area, and a few pockets of dried food on the rabbit's fur itself. Mr. Evans rounded the corner, wearing his trademark grin.

"Hey! Adam, heard you have... uh... that you got your class." The mouse halted abruptly, grin sliding off his face as he took in his favorite rabbit's state. Snot dried under his nose, same clothes. "...Adam, are you okay?" The concern was plain in his voice, but the rabbit just laughed it off, nodding.

"Mhmn, I'm good and stuff. Why?" The mouse's confusion only worsened, blinking as he tipped his head.

"Are you... is it the harvard meeting tonight? You... you just don't seem like yourself, are you nervous? You shouldn't self-sabotage- that's a horrible idea. That's what I did." Adam was a wee bit confused. Where would the idea that he was sabotoging himself come from?

"Look, Evans, uh, I'm fine. Like, really. Gonna do good, get into the school." He gave a little nod, almost as if confirming to himself that's what he wanted to say. His brows furrowed a bit- there was a little itch, deep in his nose. "I look good, studied good, no worried, okay? Don't worry.

Mr. Evans' concern only grew, the tweed-clad teacher crossing his arms. "I-I... alright then. This is a tad strange, but... I trust you'll do your best." Adam wasn't paying attention, much to Mr. Evans' chargin. "Adam, are you-"

He halted mid-sentence as he watched the rabbit's finger trail to his nostril, little rabbit nose twitching. That itch wouldn't go away, so he'd have to get it himself. The finger plunged up the nostril, Adam letting out little retching noises as the snot pushed deeper into his nose, tickling his throat. Finally, the snot fell into the back of his throat- victory! Sort of. Now instead of tickling his nose, it was irritating his throat.

The mouse couldn't hide his disgust as the rabbit began to gag and retch louder, coughing and snorting as he struggled to dislodge the invading mucus. Finally he caught it, spitting it out onto the floor with a splat. A satisfied grin spread across the rabbit's face- victory. Presently he remembered where he was. He glanced back up at Mr. Evans, blinking. "Sorry? I, uh... I wasn't listening. Had a problem." The silence hung in the air as the mouse simply stared at the rabbit, a little strand of snot hanging off his nose, and on his lip. "I took care of it," the rabbit offered unhelpfully. "It's right there."

The teacher blinked a little, shaking his head and slowly walking around the student, ears flattened back. What the fuck was wrong with the rabbit? Adam shrugged the teacher's strange behavior off, continuing on to his locker. What was that combination, again..?

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Adam muddled through first and second hour without much trouble- there was little you could do to fuck things up, when the curriculum for you consisted of sitting and listening. The teachers had long since given up on calling on him- the answer would always be too long, too specific, too in depth to be of any use for anyone else, and quite honestly, they usually got bored by the end, too. Finally, just before the bell rang for third hour, Adam got the call he was waiting for.

He made his way down to the band hallway again, almost running into the familiar room. The jackal was waiting- this time, he was standing, stretching on the floor. He glanced up with a grin. "Adam! Glad you could make it!" Adam nodded- there was no way he would want to miss this. His own classes! "Yeah, I was, uh, y'know, just kinda thinkin-" Lynch cut the rabbit off, crossing his arms. "Shush, you're getting ahead of yourself. The principal told me you're doing something special today. Harvard, huh?"

Adam nodded. "Yeah, meeting! Gonna go to a good school and stuff." The jackal glanced the rabbit up and down. "Snot covering your face, drool soaking your chin..." Lynch slowly circled the rabbit, who stood there as he did. "Food stains on your... ass? Hah, well. You certainly look the part." Adam nodded again, a grin spreading across his face. "Yup! Course I do, gonna go to a big school. So this is what people who go to big schools look like." He trailed off for a moment, Lynch covering his lips to hide a grin. "Because I'm going to a big school."

"Thanks. I didn't get it the first time." Lynch's deadpan reply went over the rabbit's head, the lagomorph just nodding again. "Well, before we go on with this whole 'advanced class' business, do you want to practice for the meeting?" Adam's eyes lit up. "Boy, god yes! You're a smart teacher, you can teach me things! For... college!" Lynch couldn't help but laugh, covering it up with a dry cough. "Mhmn." He pursed his lips. "Faggot." Adam's brows furrowed in confusion, a protest dying on his lips. He stood there as if frozen.

"You're coming along nicely, aren't you?" Lynch's question, though not entirely rhetorical, fell on deaf ears. The rabbit relaxed some, standing straight, but he wasn't in any state to reply. "Wonder if anyone's noticed yet? Doesn't matter. I'll be the hell out of dodge before you get past your interview anyways. Assuming that lasts more than a minute or two." Again, no answer. As it turns out, hypnotized valedictorians don't make good conversationalists. Lynch didn't mind- he wasn't one for conversations anyways, or 'backtalking', as he called it. He came around Adam's flank, running a hand down the side of his pants, groping at the thick ass. "Well, alright, let's finish up my work. First thing's first... do you need to go to the bathroom?"

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The rabbit crawled out of the room a few hours later, his head swimming as he slowly stood up. His ass was curiously sore, and he felt strangely full, but he didn't dwell on this, yawning a bit as he rubbed his eyes. He probably just fell asleep during the planning. No big deal. His eyes drifted lazily across the empty hallway, nose twitching as a whiff of something rotten wafted across his nostrils. It was kind of nice- eggy but sour, like sweat. He blinked a bit as his nose detected the source- his own ass. He giggled a little, starting to walk down the hallway. It was a nice smell, he liked it.

To anyone on the outside looking in, the rabbit looked like a completely different person than the one just a few days ago- gone was his confident strut, his prim and proper clothing, impeccable pose. Now he slouched, inching across the hall as his shoes squeaked across the polished stone, feet dragging and tail trailing. His clothes were disheveled and filthy, and sported some new, brown handprints on the crotch and ass. His fur was a little greasy from skipping a shower- Adam was naturally oily- and food crumbs dusted his lips and chin, cheeto dust covering his fingers. If it weren't for the rabbit's distinct jawline, most people wouldn't recognize him at all.

He simply wandered around the halls for a few minutes, trailing his paw against the wall as he figured out what to do. He didn't have class, there's no way there was enough time left in the day for a full hour- and he considered art useless, anyways. He blinked a moment as something occurred to him. Adam checked his watch, and let out a little squeal before booking it down the hallway, nearly tripping on his own feet as he dashed to the office. He flung open the door and stumbled in, panting and nearly doubled over as the secretaries looked up, startled.

"Adam! Thank god you made it, where were you? He's in the conference room, he arrived ten minutes ago. Good luck!" The first secretary waved him past, and Adam hurried by with a thankful nod. He reached the massive oak door that lead to the conference room and pushed in.

The room was simple, yet elegant. The entire thing was done in mahogany paneling, complimented by a medium-sized mahogany conference table, and thick shag carpet, a brilliant red. A holdover from the 70s, most likely. Gold inlay decorated the six chairs that surrounded the table, a swirling design on their solid oak backs. On the far end of the table sat a bored-looking cheetah tapping on his phone. He was well dressed in a slimming black suit, something that left little to the imagination- this kitty worked out. He glanced up as Adam rushed in, and a mixture of relief, annoyance, and surprise darkened his face.

He rose up, brushing his hands off and leaving his phone on the table. "Hello, Adam!" He forced a grin, but hesitated before offering his paw. Adam's fingers looked filthy... and so did the rest of him. The silence hung in the air as Adam closed the door behind him, turning around and sizing up the cheetah. He didn't seem to know what to do with himself, scratching his crotch as he just stood there. The cheetah couldn't hide a look of disgust, slowly letting his hand drop.

"Hi." Adam finally replied, and the cheetah slowly sat down, brows furrowed. This was the amazing prospect he was told about? The best that the state had to offer? "Uh... go ahead and sit down, Adam. I'm Ted Yanzy, head of recruitment at Harvard. I flew in specifically to see you." There was another awkward silence, as Yanzy expected Adam to thank him, comment on the flight, literally anything. Instead the rabbit turned the chair nearest to the cheetah around, straddling it with his groin pressing against the back. He sat there a few moments, jaw slack but lips not quite parted.

"Er... well, um, let's get started then, shall we?" Again he was met with silence. Adam simply stared at the cheetah, nose twitching a bit. His leaned to the side a little bit and let out a quiet fart- it was like a chair scooching back, and the cheetah might have believed it if it weren't for the sour smell. "I... well, first I'd like to ask you a few questions. Why do you want to go to our school?"

Finally Adam reacted. His mouth worked a few moments, as if forgetting how to speak, but finally he was able to say something. "I, uh... your school, it's... it's good! Looks good, super smart. I'm super smart." Yanzy gave a bewildered look. The poor boy could barely put together a coherent sentence! He sounded more like a third grader than anything. "Alright then..." The cheetah wasn't quite certain what to do. "How's... What can you bring to the school?" The rabbit leaned forward a bit- a look of concentration passed across his face, eyes rolling back into his head. The silence hung in the air for a few moments, only to be broke by a long, wet fart. Adam groaned softly as the pressure in his bowels lessened, feeling his thick cheeks still jiggling a bit as he lowered his leg back down, sitting on the chair. He seemed to zone back in, and gave the cheetah a smile. "I smell good! Like that!" He waved the smell towards the cheetah, who seemed genuinely concerned- and more than a little sick at the smell. "Yes, that, uh... it certainly smells." He sounded like he was talking to a child.

The question and answer continued on like that, Yanzy becoming more and more concerned (and disgusted) as time went on. He'd pose a question, and the rabbit would give a mindless, inane answer, sometimes not even related to the question asked. He tried to ask them in simpler ways, but that didn't help- the answer only became more nonsensical. His manners only seemed to get worse, too- from the constant farting and sniffing, to moaning as he picked his nose, shivering as he pulled out strand after strand of chunky warm goo. At least he was 'polite' enough to offer the cheetah a slurp of his snot, who politely declined in turn. Adam shrugged, leaning forward and wiping the snot on Yanzy's crotch. As the interview was coming to an end, Adam stopped in the middle of an answer.

"...Adam?" Adam didn't reply, his jaw dropping wide open and eyes flicking back. "Adam, are you okay?" The cheetah was already concerned something was seriously wrong with the boy. The rabbit didn't answer, his hips beginning to grind against the back of the chair. Yanzy picked up his chair and stood. "Alright, Adam, I... I think I've seen enough." Little grunts and moans began to fall from the rabbit's mouth, drool and snot dribbling down and mixing together, sliding down the chair's back. He began to rush past the rabbit, but paused in horror as he looked down.

Adam's groin was grinding against the plush back of the chair. There was a tell-tale bulge in his pants, the outline of a thick cock throbbing beneath the fabric. It almost looked like he pissed himself, but his groin and lower belly was absolutely soaked with pre, the clear, salty liquid clinging to both him and the ruined chair. Adam didn't seem to care that the cheetah was leaving, throwing his head back and letting out an even longer moan. His balls were pent up, so he was fixing it. That was that. Yanzy held back a yelp, staring for a few moments as something between his legs stirred. That... this is wrong. The kid is obviously mentally disturbed. He refused to take advantage of that- he rushed out of the conference room, the rabbit's moans beginning to bleed through the cinder block walls and thick door. He nodded goodbye to the confused secretaries and fled the school. He reached his car, only to be blocked by a certain jackal.

Meanwhile, Adam's moans and whimpers only got louder and louder, but neither of the secretaries wanted to barge in to see what the fuck was going on. They only knew that the cheetah left in a hurry, and that something was wrong. About ten minutes later the rabbit stumbled out of the doorway. He looked disgusting- his crotch, inner thighs, and belly were absolutely soaked in a mixture of pre and thick, pearly white cum. His cock was sticking straight out, tenting his suit pants in the most obvious way possible. His hands were covered in cum, too- so were his lips and nose. He gave the ladies a wide, cum-soaked grin. "Good job! Good kitty!" He exclaimed proudly, squishing out of the room. Apparently, cum had ran into his shoes. He began the slow walk home, completely oblivious of everyone's stares.

The secretaries cautiously poked their heads into the conference room. One chair was knocked over, the back lying in a thick pool of cum.