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Raye did not really come back entirely to herself until she entered the classroom. She shook her head, hard enough to make her large ears flap back and forth.

"Ugh!!!" she grunted, tilting her head from side to side, as if trying to get water out of her ears, "That was..."

"Ah, welcome back," Rennie replied, her tail wagging playfully as she let go of Raye's paw, "Feeling better?"

"No, now I've got a headache," groused Raye, feeling her skull throb painfully, "...But thanks, I woulda been stuck there for hours."

"No prob. What are little sisters for... outside of annoying the heck outta you?" Rennie giggled, giving Raye's cheek an affectionate peck. Raye returned the kiss, feeling a little more pleasant towards her sibling. While Rennie may have annoyed the heck out of her in the morning, rescuing her from a hypnotic trap went a long way to making up for it.

The girls' homeroom was busy as the children filed in and milled about chatting, sharing gossip, and telling jokes. Raye, still suffering a headache and feeling a little off after her misadventure, decided to avoid any unnecessary conversation and head straight for her desk.

In her mother's time, school desks were... well... desks, like one would find in any school in the multiverse. Nothing special, nothing remarkable. In the two decades since, the Headmaster had upgraded and innovated.

The modern school desk was a high-tech contraption. The chair resembled something like a miniature dentist's chair, padded and comfortable, capable of reclining to different positions. When class was in session, it was locked into an upright position, unless the teacher controlled them. Raye sat down into her chair, which adjusted automatically, forming to the shape of her body and lifting up to the proper height.

The fennec flicked a control on the chair and moaned in pleasure as a large, thick steel cylinder rose up from the chair, penetrating her folds and sliding into her warm, wet depths. It warmed to her body temperature quickly, and she barely noticed it after, unless she wiggled around in her seat. She plucked a pair of hoses from a hook under her chair and fitted them smoothly over each of her penises. They secreted their own lubrication, allowing them to slip over her shafts with ease, and after Raye flicked another control, formed to her cocks' size and shape.

That finished, Raye pulled the desktop up, and flicked another couple of switches on the surface, turning it on. She waited for a moment while it emitted a pleasant hum as it booted up. She pressed her palm flat on a pad on the desk, which scanned her palmprint and DNA quickly, prompting the computer to log into her account. Several holowindows projected in the air in front of her, and keyboard appeared on the flat surface of the desk.

She sighed and reclined her chair, not bothering to type anything or manipulate any windows. She just wanted to rest her abused mind until class started.

"You look like you've been through the wringer this morning," said a voice, wryly amused. Raye opened her green eye and glanced over to see her neighbor settle into her desk, beginning the same preparation process that Raye had done.

"Lemme guess? Something got you on the way to class. Was it what all those people were gathered around outside the financial offices about?" asked Lola Bunny, sitting down in her desk. Her penis was twitching eagerly in Raye's direction, steadily dripping precum onto the floor, almost eleven inches long, seeming oversized for her tiny size. The rabbit was approximately six years old, with tan colored fur and blonde hair. Her ears drooped behind her like a ponytail, tied with a purple bow. She had a hint of baby fat, giving her a slightly shapeless form, but it just made her all the cuter. A pair of buck teeth peeked out from her upper lip. Little pink nipples poked from her chest fur.

20 years ago, the Science Labs had developed a product dubbed "Cubinex." Through an exceedingly arcane process more akin to magic than science, the user would be temporarily "de-aged" physically and mentally back to a child. After three hours or so, the drug would wear off, and the user would turn back to their original age.

The Headmaster, however, was not content to leave such promising technology there. After all, it could potentially mean immortality if it were perfected and mass produced. It took fifteen years and countless man-hours of research and effort, but the first attempts had proven successful. There was now a process to return grown adults permanently back to childhood.

There was a catch, unfortunately, which kept the entire planet from becoming an immortal cub paradise. The technology to do so was exceedingly rare, exceedingly expensive, and the process was exceedingly long and time-consuming. The technology was still in its infancy, and it would be several decades more before it was available world-wide more freely and cheaply. As such, the process was only available to certain people: the Headmaster's favorites, or people with terminal illnesses as a last resort.

Lola Bunny had been the Twin Schools' nurse twenty years ago. It had been an ideal job for her, and she had cared for a generation of children coming through the school. While a bit ditzy and bubbly, she gave the best medical care one could get outside of the Breezeport Hospital. While she and her husband Bugs had never had children together (for several personal reasons), they cared for the children of Breezeport as if they were their own (and took as many liberties as they could in the process, as both of them were openly professed cubophiles).

Sadly, last year, Lola found herself in need of medical care herself. She became very, very sick. The diagnosis was terminal with no hope of recovery. The entire town was already in preemptive mourning, when the Headmaster had personally stepped in to make the offer. She had provided him with 24 years of dedicated service both to his cause and to the children of Breezeport. He had pulled strings to make the rejuvenation treatment available to her.

Despite this, Lola had hesitated. The process was irreversible except by the normal aging process. Once reverted to childhood, she would be a cub in mind and body until she grew back to adulthood. She was thinking about Bugs, who admittedly, would be perfectly happy with a cub for a wife, but would not be happy aging without her.

The Headmaster had put an end to that hesitation, not through hypnosis or coercion, but generosity. Bugs could join her in new youth. He was getting older, pushing sixty. While this was not particularly old, as the average lifespan these days was nearly twice that, the Headmaster was more than happy to offer him rejuvenation too, so that he could stay with his wife together.

They had accepted. Bugs and Lola had gone in as nearly sixty-year-old adults. They had come out as six and seven-year-old cubs respectively. Lola was restored to perfect health, and Bugs was enjoying the vigor of youth again. However, in their restored youth, they now had the minds of children once more. They remembered their old lives, but much of what they had learned was forgotten... and so they had been re-enrolled at the Twin Schools as students.

The "Reverts," as the rejuvenated had been called, were only a few in number. Bugs and Lola were the only ones Raye knew personally. It was more than a little bizarre to the fennec to have a woman she'd known since before preschool and provided her dedicated medical care now sitting next to her in class, struggling to learn second-grade vocabulary.

"Ahh!" Lola moaned as the chair inserted the metal cylinder into her tiny muff, before she settled in, sighing happily, "So? What's the matter?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," Raye grumbled, embarrassed. Her ears folded down and her cheeks flushed. Lola eyed her with a sly look that hinted at her true age, giggling. She played with a golden ring hanging on a chain around her neck. Her wedding band no longer fit her finger, as it was made for an adult's hand. She kept it on a chain, waiting for the day that she would grow up and be able to wear it properly again.

"Your mommy Skye used to blush the same way," she said, smiling affectionately.

"Gee, look at the time, it's 'another topic o'clock!'" Raye said, feigning looking at a watch. Lola chuckled.

"Fine, fine," she sighed, fitting the hose over her erection, even as Rennie settled into the seat on Raye's other side and began to boot up her desk. The door opened and all of the children looked up.

"Settle down class, homeroom is starting!" called Ms. Heindell as she walked in. Raye sighed happily at the sight of her. Mrs. Sierra Heindell used to be her mothers' teacher when they were young and the Headmaster was first taking over. Now, she was in her mid-40s, but she had not lost a step in the two decades since. She was a grey furred mouse of slightly below average height for her species, with long silver hair (now tinged with slight highlights of white). She had a kindly smile as she strolled in, observing her children. Her eyes were a warm brown behind her glasses. Her body was curvy in all the right ways, large breasts, each capped with a big pink nipple, slender waist, and wide hips. An eighteen inch penis jutted out from her hips, dripping semen onto the floor as she walked in. That was relatively new, according to Raye's mothers; sometime in the last decade, Ms. Heindell had gotten a genetic alteration to grow the pulsing beast that her students had learned to love. In her mothers' time, Ms. Heindell had been a pure female.

"Good morning, Mrs. Heindell!" all of the children intoned cheerfully and eagerly as they took their desks. Mrs. Heindell smiled, her long tail curling up around her leg as she walked up to her desk and pulled up a holowindow to begin taking attendance.

"So, I saw some prankster posted one of those memetic control posters out there. Hope none of you girls got caught by it," Mrs. Heindell said lightly. Raye's face turned bright red and she sank down in her seat. The mouse, looking through the transparent hologram, noted the reaction clearly. Lola, also noting Raye's reaction, put both paws over her muzzle to stifle her laughter.

"...Raye, see me after first period to get deprogrammed, sweetie. We want to be sure no one left any nasty triggers in your subconscious," Mrs. Heindell said.

"...Yes, ma'am," Raye sighed, as the class giggled. All she could do was remind herself that at least she did not want to go kayaking.

"Alrighty, ladies, announcements for the day..." Mrs. Heindell sighed as she pulled up a holowindow, and began reading off of it. It was the usual; after-school clubs, extracurricular activities, announcements about upcoming field trips to outer space or to other dimensions. Mrs. Heindell finished reading them, then quickly took attendance.

"Okay! Class time, ladies," she announced, grinning out at the smiling faces in front of her, "And we're starting with a pop quiz."

This was not met with the groans and sounds of protest one might expect, but with small giggles of excitement. Raye's bushy tail began wagging back and forth rapidly, as she smiled.

"Visors on, everyone," she announced. The children reached beside their chairs, where what appeared to be a pair of sunglasses were clipped. They only had a singular lens, designed to cover a child's entire range of vision. Raye delicately plucked hers off the chair, and placed it over her muzzle. The room seemed dimmed slightly through the tinted glass.

Mrs. Heindell waited until all of the children had placed the glasses over their eyes. She then tapped some commands into one of her holowindows. Raye's vision suddenly blossomed into swirls of color.

"I'm going to count backward from five. When I reach zero, you will all be in a deep, warm trance... Five... four..." Mrs. Heindell called. Already, Raye could feel waves of drowsiness washing over her, the colors lulling her mind into a state of contented emptiness.

"Three... two..."

Raye's eyelids were threatening to close. She tried to keep them open, to stare at the beautiful colors, but it was taking more and more effort. It was exhausting her to fight, taking all of her energy to think.

"One..."

Raye's head was dipping forward, her chin almost touching her chest. She jerked, lifting it, only for it to immediately begin drooping forward again. She was so tired now. Her mind so empty and blissfully content...

"Zero."

Raye slumped in the chair, all tension flowing out of her. She sighed softly, eyes finally closing. The chair, formed to support her body, would not let her sag completely, but instead cradled her. Her chest rose and fell slowly, murmuring softly as she drifted.

"All right. Quiz time, girls. Eyes open, minds empty, please," Mrs. Heindell's voice called. Raye slowly opened her violet and green eyes, but stared straight forward at the swirling colors filling her vision. She could see Mrs. Heindell through the translucent lenses, walking around her desk. A hand slowly pumped her swollen shaft as she watched the children sit and stare. Raye's sight of her was obscured as a holowindow appeared before her, displaying several answer prompts.

"Question one, the form of government where a king or queen rules over the people is called..." Mrs. Heindell called.

Raye's paw slowly lifted off the arm of the chair. It drifted up and her finger found the button marked "monarchy." She tapped it. The moment her finger made contact, the metal cylinder in her cleft began to buzz, vibrating and pumping back and forth inside her. The sleeves around her penises began to squeeze rhythmically from sheath to tip. Raye moaned happily, hearing shudders, gasps, and grunts around her as most of the class selected the correct answer. The few students who picked the wrong answer continued to stare blankly, silent as their vibrators remained off.

"Question two," said Mrs. Heindell, walking up and down the aisles of hypnotized children, "a government where all citizens vote on every issue is..."

Raye reached up again. This time, she hesitated before making her selection. The answer was tricky; it was a democracy, but there were two types of democracies, direct and representative. She had to think for a moment before she selected "direct democracy" as her answer. The buzzing in her loins intensified a little, the speed of the vibrator's pumping speed up. She moaned again, arching her back as she shivered in ecstasy. Only half of the class was moaning with her; apparently many of the girls were tripped up by the two similar answers.

And so it went. Mrs. Heindell asked a question. The children selected their answers. Those that got the answer correct were rewarded with pleasure. The vibrators intensified with each successive correct answer, but shut off entirely with a wrong one. The hoses massaged and milked their erections, drawing away their precum with a vacuum. Entranced by the visors and Mrs. Heindell's voice, the children could focus only on the questions being asked and the pleasure coursing through their bodies.

By the tenth question, Lola let out a long, squeaking gasp. Her erection pulsed visibly inside the transparent hose. The head of her penis swelled, before a milky blast of semen erupted. There was a gurgling noise as the hose's suction drew her semen down a long twisting tube and into the floor. Where it went after that, Raye was not entirely sure, though she suspected it either was disposed of, or sent to the "Cub Milk" facility for processing, or just put into the cum baths. She watched as Lola lifted her hips off the chair, bucking and thrusting as she came. Her blue eyes were half-lidded as she shuddered. Even as she had what appeared to be a wild orgasm, she was reaching up and selecting answers, compelled to by Mrs. Heindell's voice.

It took the twelfth question (all of which were correct) before Raye joined Lola in orgasm. She grit her teeth, letting out a low, long moan as her penises surged in their confines. She felt the burning ache of orgasm hit as she flooded the tubes with incredible amounts of cub-spunk. The entire length of the transparent hoses turned pearly white. Fluid actually seeped back out of the seal around her sheaths, overflowing the hoses before the vacuum could compensate. The fennec groaned softly, her inner walls clamped down on the vibrator inside her, her nectar pooling on the chair under her. That too was drained away by porous holes in the chair's cushion, leaving it dry. Raye gasped as she answered a thirteenth question right, and the vibrator pistoned faster inside her, pausing every so often to tease her clitoris,

After twenty-five questions, all of the children had achieved at least one orgasm. Lola was halfway into her third, while Raye was trembling in her second. Rennie was shuddering on her other side, her knot bulging the flexible sheath at the end of the hose, pumping cum in thick, wet spurts.

Mrs. Heindell smiled, watching the children thrust and buck violently, the sound of semen being drained away filling the room. She typed a command into her windows, waiting for a moment as it calculated.

"Annnnd the highest score goes to... Raye! You just edged out the next closest, because you answered slightly faster overall," Mrs. Heindell said. Raye showed no sign in her face that she was pleased by this news; her expression remained placidly blank and content. However, her bushy tail began wagging a little, her large ears perking up.

"And here is your reward. Ready, Raye?" Mrs. Heindell asked. It was a rhetorical question, as Raye already had her mouth open as wide as it could go, her tongue stuck out.

Mrs. Heindell chuckled at the girl's eagerness and obedience, ruffling her red hair affectionately with one hand while she pumped her cock with the other. Pre poured from the bulbous glans, soaking her slender grey fingers. Mrs. Heindell had spent the entire quiz edging herself, teetering on the edge of orgasm as she watched the kids writhe in pleasure. She had been waiting for just this moment. She lifted her penis to Raye's mouth, and gave her shaft five firm strokes from sheath to tip and back.

Mrs. Heindell gave a single loud, low grunt as her fingers peeled back her foreskin the fifth time. Her cock convulsed hard, and a white, hot spray of semen burst from the cumslit, striking Raye's upper lip. She adjusted her aim in mid-gush, and Raye gave a gurgling "GLRK" noise as the spunk shot straight over her tongue to hit the back of her throat. Raye swallowed reflexively to avoid choking, even as Mrs. Heindell's second shot flooded her muzzle. The salty-sweet cream coated her tongue and the roof of her mouth in sticky gouts. She drank it down obediently, as Mrs. Heindell groaned and moaned in pleasure.

Stray gushes left long milky ribbons draped in Raye's crimson hair, along her forelock, over the bridge of her muzzle, and dripping down her chin. The pink fennec did not seem to notice. In fact, she would not have seemed to have notice the teacher's orgasm at all if she was not gulping down mouthful after mouthful of her semen.

"Ahh, yeah... I've been saving that up all morning," Mrs. Heindell moaned, rolling her foreskin up and down to milk out every drop she could onto Raye's waiting tongue, "I hope you enjoyed your treat."

"Yes, Mrs. Heindell," Raye said, between gulps, her voice empty of all emotion and inflection. The mouse woman's climax slowed to a dribble, which Mrs. Heindell wiped off in Raye's cheek fluff, sighing happily. Raye slumped back in her chair, huffing and panting as her own third orgasm came to a close.

The teacher tapped a couple of controls in a window, and the buzzing of vibrators filling the air slowed to a stop. The children continued to buck and thrust for a few minutes longer, the gurgling rush of semen flowing through hoses continuing; until that too fell silent.

Ms. Heindell nodded to herself in satisfaction, looking at the kids' grades from the quiz. They had all passed with at least an average score. It was better than she had hoped for, considering she had only covered the topic once.

"All right, girls, open up lesson twelve and begin hypnotic interaction," she instructed. The children began selecting options from some of the windows on their desks with the slow movements of sleepwalkers. The colors on their visors flickered and changed, as a hypnosomnatic subliminal program was loaded in. Their chairs reclined until the children were practically laying back. The holographic windows tilted to remain in front of them. The children began moving their paws around in the air, interacting with hypnotically induced illusions that only they could see or hear, murmuring softly as the program fed a lesson straight into their minds.

Mrs. Heindell tended to prefer actual lessons with actual teaching to the new hypnosomnatic programs. But she could not deny that they were effective, and they gave her a chance to rest after the knee-shaking climax she just had. She watched as Raye, Lola, and Rennie waved their paws around, moving invisible objects, and murmured words to people who did not exist; their eyes hidden behind the colorful displays of their visors.

Old-style or new, Mrs. Heindell reflected that she loved teaching. She smiled warmly, leaning back behind her desk as she watched the children work.

*****

After first period, Raye stayed behind in class to let Mrs. Heindell run a deprogramming procedure on her. Given the sheer amount of mind control that pervaded modern culture, it had become inevitable that there would be mistakes made or miscreants who would use it for their benefit or to wreak havoc. The Headmaster punished those who misused hypnotic technology severely, and had been known to completely wipe the minds of those who did so maliciously.

Aware that this potential for abuse existed, the Headmaster made sure that deprogramming existed to remove malicious hypnotic commands from the minds of people affected, restoring their thoughts to normal and only leaving the Headmaster's control in place. It was quick, painless, and easy to do. Raye was on her way to second period within ten minutes, slightly dazed, but reassured that the memetic poster from earlier in the morning was out of her head in a rather literal fashion.

Second period was art class, where Raye had to present her anatomy study to Mr. Mewtwo, another teacher who had been there since her mother's time. He praised her for her attention to detail, remarking that drawing foreskin was quite difficult. Raye's reward was an A- and a telepathically induced hypnotic orgasm.

Third period was a class in the new Joint Academy Classroom, Offices, and Faculty Facility. The staff heavily discouraged kids from calling it by its extremely unfortunate acronym. So, when referring to it (at least around adults) they called it the Co-Ed Building.

As Raye filed into her class and took her seat, she was only mildly surprised to find that Coal was now in her hermaphrodite form, her giant testicles vanished and replaced by a vulva. Her body had taken on its slightly more slender, slightly curvier shape. Her hair had lengthened to her shoulders. Pink nipples poked through her chest fur. She still had two large, swollen erections which Raye estimated were still her normal thirteen inches, and still much thicker than usual. Coal gave her a smile and waved.

"Feeling better, cuz?" Coal asked sweetly, smiling. Raye nodded as she took her seat, rubbing the back of her head through her mane of hair.

"Yeah, it wore off after a few minutes, and Mrs. Heindell deprogrammed me, so all good," she said, sighing. She watched as Ronnie and Rennie gave each other an affectionate hug, grinding their knots together. The twins hated being apart for too long.

Elsewhere in the room, Lola was doing much the same to Bugs. The grey-furred rabbit had changed as much as his wife had in his rejuvenation. Once tall and lanky, Bugs was now slightly short for his age, with a slightly shapeless build of his own. He had not quite grown into his new body enough to really determine if it was going to be chubby or thin, scrawny or strong. Everything about him was strangely average, save for the swollen length between his legs. As an adult, Bugs had been extremely well endowed, and that had not changed in his reversion. Yes, his penis was smaller than it used to be, but it was still over 15 inches long, as thick as his forearm. His testicles were almost as large as Coal's had been, but unlike his, they were permanently that size. Raye could not help but noticing the thick, white semen oozing constantly from his tip, rather than precum. Bugs, both as a child and an adult and a child again, suffered from overproductive testicles. It ran in his family; his grown nephew Buster had the same condition.

He kissed Lola affectionately, and the sight warmed Raye's heart. On a chain around his neck, he wore his own wedding band, and it chimed against hers lightly. Both rabbits took their seats at the table, chatting idly with the other students as they played with each other's erections lazily. Raye could only hope that she found someone who she could love like that.

"All right, kiddos, time for class!" a bouncy, cheerful voice called. All of the children settled in, looking up as their teacher entered the room, grinning.

Ms. Pinkie Pie was a teenager when her mother was young, taking a day job at a cupcake shop in town when not working on her schoolwork. In the twenty years after, she had been hired on the staff of the Twin Schools as the Home Economics teacher. She now owned the bakery in town, which was still renowned as the best in the entire region.

She was a tall pony with bubblegum pink fur and hair, and bright blue eyes. Her mane was an indescribable fluffy mass of curls that lifted into the air and down her back. She had smile lines etched into her muzzle; indeed, no one in town had ever known her to be capable of any other expression than a cheerful grin. She had the body of a porn star; not the modern kind, which reflected the wide shapes, sizes, and body-types of everyday life; but the old kind, with enormous breasts almost as large as her head, capped with areolas that seemed too large to be possible, a thin waist, and hips as wide as Raye's entire arm-span. It was a common topic of speculation whether she had nanite alteration or whether her natural puberty had been extremely kind to her. It WAS known for sure that the enormous horsecock jutting from her hips was the product of artificial genetic and nanite modification, as those who knew Ms. Pinkie in her youth said she had been a pure female back then.

Despite the size of her assets, gravity seemed to have no hold on her. Her breasts bounced and wobbled tantalizingly with every movement, her hips shaking delightfully as her hooves clip-clopped across the floor tiles in a staccato rhythm. Ms. Pinkie's body alone had been known to hypnotize people who stared for too long without blinking.

"Okeydokeylokey! Uh... Where was I? What class is this again?" Ms. Pinkie chirped cheerfully, clapping her hands together. A cloud of what Raye assumed was either flour or powdered sugar billowed from her palms, making her hack and cough for a moment. The class, used to their teacher's slightly off behavior, waited patiently for her to regain her breath and train of thought.

"Oh! Right! Third period home-ec!" she nodded to herself, leaning over her desk. Disorderly piles of paper and datapads covered almost every inch, and she rummaged through them for a minute. Raye continued to wait patiently, sighing. This was how every home-ec class started, as it took a little while for their scatterbrained teacher to focus in on what she was supposed to be doing.

"SO!" she chirped, loud and sudden enough to make every kid in the room flinch in surprise, "Last class we began two different recipes: fettuccine alfredo with grilled chicken, and a chocolate raspberry cream cake. Today, in your groups, you'll follow the recipe cards and attempt to make these dishes."

"Everyone needs to grab the cards from their tables, and get to their groups and stations! Get goin', guys!" she called, smiling, "...G sounds are fun! Get Goin' Guys. Heehee."

Raye, Ronnie, Rennie, Coal, Bugs, and Lola got up from their seats, even as the rest of the class scrambled about to reach their stations. They grabbed aprons off of a hook near their child-sized stovetop, oven, appliances, supply cabinets, and sinks. Already, Bugs and Lola were rummaging around in a drawer for the utensils they would need.

"Let's see... measurin' cups an' spoons, whisks, spatulas..." Bugs muttered, pulling the tools out and putting them in order on the counter, "Uhhh... Lola, I don't think we need the quesadilla press."

Lola looked up, holding it and frowning curiously as she tilted her head and asked, "...Are you sure?"

"There aren't even any tortillas in what we're making!" Coal said, exasperated. Lola and Ms. Pinkie shared a similarly flaky temperament. On their own, each was actually somewhat endearing. With both in the same classroom, it could be frustrating.

Raye ignored them and focused on her own task, getting out all of the ingredients they needed to make the pasta and sauce. It was a pretty simple dish. Dried pasta (they would learn fresh pasta later in the quarter, but this was quicker), butter, heavy cream, garlic, and parmesan cheese, and a little parsley for garnish. Raye could pretty much make that on her own. The hard part was the cream cake, which would require the rest of the group's cooperation.

After a minute's discussion, then another minute's childish squabbling, the group divided up the tasks. Raye put water on to boil with a sprinkling of salt and olive oil, then had Ronnie help her pour the heavy cream into a saucepan. She sliced a generous hunk of butter into the cream, and set it on the stove with the heat off. The sauce would not take as long as the pasta to cook, so Raye had a few minutes to watch the others with their prep work.

"Lola! Careful! Use a hand whisk!" yelped Rennie, scrabbling to rush forward and prevent the bunny from turning on the electric mixer on full blast.

"MORE POWER!!! Muhahaha!" she giggled mischievously.

"Normally, I'm with ya, but I'd prefer not to be coated in cake batter. Cock batter, sure, but cake batter, no," said Ronnie, plucking the bowl from the mixer and whisking its contents rapidly.

"...Was she like this BEFORE she became a Revert?" Coal asked Bugs, as he cracked eggs into another bowl.

"Pretty much," Bugs sighed, "Even when we were kids the first time too. Though I think bein' young again has made 'er a bit more hyperactive den she was before."

"You know I can hear you, right?" Lola asked, looking over at the gray rabbit, putting her paws on her hips. The move emphasized the bulge in her apron. Bugs grinned at her playfully, slapping her fuzzy rump as he walked by, carrying a jug of milk to add to the eggs. She squeaked, shivering as a damp spot grew on the tip of the bulge.

The kids looked up as the telltale noise of hooves on tile alerted them to Ms. Pinkie's approach. The pony leaned over the counter lazily, her pulsing equine erection aimed at the children, her large breasts pressed down on either side of the rod by her position.

"So, lookin' good so far, guys," she said, smiling playfully, "But ya need to talk about the cream in the cream cake before ya add it! Who's gonna be the one to add it in?"

Bugs and Rennie both raised their paws, then stopped and glared at each other.

"It's my turn, Bugs!" complained Rennie angrily, her paws on her hips.

"Oh, c'mon! You've done it da last t'ree times! It's my toin!" Bugs whined, in a voice that was most unlike the adult he used to be, "Seriously, I ain't even been drained this moining!"

He lifted his apron to reveal his pink penis, jutting out from his sheath. Thick white fluid was leaking from his head, and his heavy gray-furred balls appeared even larger than usual. He hefted the dense orbs with his paw, groaning in discomfort.

"That's your fault for not jerkin' off or having Lola help you! It's my turn, Bugs, and you know it!" Rennie growled, stomping her foot in frustration, "Besides, everyone knows canine cream is better for baking!"

"No, rabbit cream is!" Bugs retorted, his fists on his hips. Rennie got nose to little black nose with Bugs.

"Canine cream!"

"Rabbit cream!"

"Canine cream!"

"Rabbit cream!"

"Canine cream!"

"Canine cream!"

"Rabbit cream!"

"Canine cream!"

"Rabbit cream and that's final!" Rennie shouted angrily, glaring at Bugs.

"Well, I ain't gonna argue with ya on that any more," Bugs sighed resignedly, pulling his apron aside as he began to pump his cock firmly with one hand, squeezing his balls with the other, "I'll go ahead then."

Raye, Coal, Lola, and Ronnie watched with much amusement as Rennie stood there, visibly replaying the events of the last minute in her head, waving her finger back and forth to follow the argument. She blinked and glared at Bugs, growling, "Hey, waiiiiiit!"

"Why don't you take turns? There's cream in the cake itself, but also in the icing!" Ms. Pinkie suggested brightly, before the argument could escalate any further, "But you'll need to decide whose cream will accent the cake or the icing better."

Raye watched as Bugs grabbed a plastic cup and held his penis over it, letting his semen drip into the bottom. She knew why he did not stroke himself to orgasm; Bugs was so productive that most of the kitchen station would be soaked in spunk if he had a climax and was not prepared to collect it somehow.

Rennie, however, did not have Bugs' condition, nor his problem with "leaking." He grunted, rapidly pumping her swollen shaft with both hands. Ronnie grinned, sidling up behind her to tickle her clitoris as she worked. It did not take long for the fox-wolf to let out a howl of pleasure and arch her back. Her knot ballooned out and her cock threatened to jerk free of her grip, lurching violently. Ms. Pinkie quickly grabbed a large pot and set it down in front of her, as she aimed the head into it. Raye could hear the sound of thick, gloopy fluid jetting with significant force against metal, even over the boiling water as she added the pasta.

The fennec turned her attention back to her meal, even as Rennie moaned and gasped behind her in ecstasy. The cake was the hardest part of the meal, but that made it that much more important that she executed her part of the meal to perfection. The easiest part got graded the harshest. Coal was humming tunelessly to herself as she seasoned the chicken and dropped it onto the griddle, listening to it sizzle pleasantly. She could hear the hybrid purring happily. Home-Ec was one of her favorite classes.

Raye tested a strand of pasta, wincing as it snapped unpleasantly in her mouth. Less al-dente, and more "al-crunche" as far as she was concerned. She adjusted the heat on the pasta, before turning her attention to the sauce. She turned on the burner under it to medium, watching as the butter slowly melted in the heavy cream. She added salt and pepper, quickly mincing the garlic and scooping it into the pot.

As she waited for the sauce to warm, she turned her attention back to the cake group. Rennie had sagged back against the countertop, panting for breath as her orgasm closed, her hips trembling. Ms. Pinkie handed her a paper towel, with which Rennie wiped the last residue of cum from her head, then went to wash her hands.

"So, taste!" Ms. Pinkie urged, smirking as she slowly ran a fingertip around her medial ring, shivering in pleasure. The children dipped a finger into first the plastic cup with Bugs' semen, licking the milky fluid off; then into the pot of Rennie's spunk.

"Good lord, Bugs, how many carrots do you EAT? It tastes just like 'em!" Ronnie exclaimed, blinking. Lola, unnoticed by everyone except Raye watching from behind, grabbed the plastic cup and downed the contents happily.

"Not THAT many, bub," Bugs said, his cheeks flushing pink. Raye smirked. It was rare to see the bunny flustered by anything.

"Rennie's stuff is a bit sweet, but otherwise tastes just like... well... spunk," Lola volunteered. Ms. Pinkie nodded thoughtfully.

"In that case, you should probably add Bugs' cream to the cake, where the flavor will accent the chocolate and raspberry. Rennie's should probably be in the frosting, where the salt and tanginess will enhance the flavor," she said. None of the kids argued; Ms. Pinkie was widely recognized as the best baker in Breezeport, and a pioneer in using semen in cuisine. The pony sauntered off to go supervise another group, while Bugs and Ronnie and Lola and Rennie paired off to work on the cake and frosting respectively.

Raye brushed her blue bang out of her face, watching as the sauce came to a boil. She turned the heat down to a simmer, nodding to herself. She only needed to wait until it thickened, and then it was almost done. Coal tended to the chicken breasts, flipping them on the griddle, her tail swishing lazily as she worked.

Bugs moaned as Ronnie knelt down between his legs, taking most of his long, pulsing shaft into his throat. The rabbit's gloved hand rested in the fennec-wolf's yellow-streaked silver hair, as he thrust his hips back and forth slowly. His heavy, enormous balls slapped Ronnie's chin repeatedly. His semen leaked out from Ronnie's lips, running down his chin, but this was just leakage and not his climax. The head of his penis bounced off the back of Ronnie's throat repeatedly, but the little wolf showed no discomfort as he suckled and slurped loudly at the rabbit.

"Nnnng... Dis feels even better as a kid," Bugs moaned softly, his little teardrop tail swishing as his toes curled. Ronnie gave a mumbled reply that could have meant anything with his mouth full of rabbit-cock.

Having already orgasmed into the pot, Rennie was hard at work with Lola, mixing butter and sugar with the semen, following the recipe card. Lola hummed cheerfully to herself, using a small food processor to blend raspberries into a puree. Rennie worked with a whisk and bowl, her large ears folded back with the effort.

Raye slowly stroked her twin shafts under her apron, watching her brother pleasure Bugs. Her eyes roamed over Lola's rear, and Coal's twin shafts, tenting her apron. She grunted, feeling precum drip over her fingers already. She bit her lower lip, her fangs peeking out from under as she huffed softly. She was well on her way to an orgasm, when she thought better of it. She glanced over at Coal with a smirk.

Coal slid the cooked chicken onto a cutting board, nodding in satisfaction as she admired her handiwork. It smelled wonderful, and would be great with the finished pasta. But before she even had a chance to turn to Raye to ask how the pasta was coming, she felt something hot, hard, and throbbing slide up between her inner thighs, penetrating her folds. She yelped and gasped, before moaning, her wings fluttering as she looked over her shoulder. The pink fennec was grinning evilly, lifting her hips to penetrate her cleft, her other penis sliding between Coal's little thighs.

"Ack! Raye!" the hybrid gasped as Raye wasted no time in beginning to drive her hips forward, pumping into her cousin. Coal moaned in pleasure, her inner walls clenching on instinct upon Raye's upper shaft.

"Seven portions of pasta, Coal. We need lots of cream!" she teased playfully, gasping as her shafts slid between her cousin's soft, fuzzy thighs and up into her tight wetness.

"Yeah, which you could provide... nnng... like 20 servings worth on your own!" complained Coal, as Raye pinched her nipples from behind, teasing the sensitive little pink nubs as they poked through her fur. She shivered, thrusting back against Raye despite herself, her own members slapping about against her thighs and her stomach with each rough drive.

"Probably, b-but it's no fun filling the pot m-myself," Raye stammered, panting with the force and speed of her thrusts. She leaned in and nipped the scruff of her cousin's neck, knowing that drove her wild. Sure enough, she gasped, precum splashing the tiled floor.

"Argghh!!! G-Grab somethin'! I'm... I'm gonna spurt!" moaned Bugs, shuddering as Ronnie slurped at his shaft like it was a lollipop. His penis gave a pronounced lurch, the head swelling even larger under the foreskin. Ronnie's eyes went wide and he scrambled to grab the largest container he could find. He almost did not make it in time. He hefted it up, just as Bugs' large gray testicles rose up and clenched tight to his sheath. In the next moment, the fox-wolf boy spluttered as a hose-like jet of hot, thick rabbit-spunk struck him in the chest with enough force to knock him back half a step. Ronnie's apron was drenched to saturation within seconds as Bugs moaned, his long ears flopping down with the pleasure. His large toes curled, his hips thrusting forward with each massive surge of spunk. He was probably the only person in their class who could gush as much as Raye.

Ronnie grunted, heaving the heavy pot and angled it to catch Bugs' cum. Most of it missed, splashing his arms and his stomach, but enough drummed into the pot to begin filling it. Bugs gripped his shaft with both hands, pumping it slowly to squeeze every drop out, feeling his overfull balls releasing their burden. Sweet relief suffused his expression, and Raye thought that the skin of his scrotum looked a little less taut and tight around the massive orbs.

Seeing surges of white bunny-goo splatter her brother as much as the pot was enough to get Raye over her own edge. She buried herself to the hilt inside Coal, and groaned as she felt the lightning bolts of pleasure rush up her spine. Her tail thrashed and wings fluttered as she felt the first burst of cum blast from both of her shafts, flooding Coal's depths and sending a streamer of spunk across the kitchen to splatter Lola's back. She yelped in complaint as the hot, thick liquid drizzled against the small of her spine, before realizing what it was and giggling.

"Ooh! Bugsie, once you get enough for the cake, come here," Ms. Pinkie said, grinning as she circled back around the room to their station, "No sense in letting most o' that 'frosting' going to waste!"

Coal howled like a kitten as she erupted, and Raye aimed her gushes into the pot she was going to use for herself. The feline-canine glared over her shoulder at the fennec, even as she writhed in ecstasy. Messy ropes of cheetah-fox and fennec semen filled the pot, even as more fennec cum flooded Coal's cleft, spilling down her thighs.

Much to Raye's disappointment, one of her hands was stroking empty air after a moment. Coal had shifted mid-orgasm, her second penis vanishing right out of her grip. When Raye grunted unquestioningly, unable to form coherent speech in the grip of her pleasure, Coal answered haltingly, "Nnf... m-making it easier t-to aim!"

A happy gurgling noise drew the kids' attention. Looking over curiously, Bugs was now sitting on the countertop, his penis buried in Ms. Pinkie's prodigious cleavage. Even though he was fifteen inches long, only the head of his penis peeked out of her breasts, and only when he bucked his hips upward. Fountains of semen bubbled out between her mammaries, spraying upward to streak her face. Ms. Pinkie squealed in delight as the little boy splattered her, his teeth grit tight.

"Eee! Yummy nummy cummies!" she giggled, dipping her muzzle forward to slurp needlessly loudly at the head of his cock. Bugs, for his part, moaned helplessly as his orgasm went on and on. He had been known to have ten minute long orgasms, and this one appeared to be a doozy. He was unable to do much of anything other than thrust his hips upward into Ms. Pinkie's firm-yet-soft breasts, feeling them wobble around his cock. She was masturbating shamelessly in front of the children, her pink-furred hand sliding up and down her mottled erection quickly, smearing pre along the length.

The children were barely fazed by the sight. Ms. Pinkie's thirst for "frosting" was well known, and she tended to take a cub aside during class for her own pleasure at least once. They weren't even really annoyed at losing Bugs' extra pair of hands to help with the cake; he would have been useless anyway since he was in the middle of one of his giant orgasms. He would have either been unable to work because of the pleasure tensing his muscles uncontrollably, or because his semen would have ruined the food. A little spunk in the food was fine, even desirable. Having the entire recipe washed away by gallons of it was not.

No, their mild annoyance came from the fact that Bugs would get an extra credit point for pleasuring Ms. Pinkie.

By the time Raye and Bugs finished climaxing at roughly the same time, much of the kitchen was drenched in puddles of spunk. Ms. Pinkie's entire front was soaked with semen, dribbling in wet rivers down her front. Coal's stomach was swollen with half of Raye's production, the other half of Raye's cum overflowing the pot, mixed with the cheetah-fox's. Lola, Rennie, and Ronnie were drenched by crossfire from Raye, Bugs, and Ms. Pinkie, but did not seem to care much as they finished their cake batter and set the icing to cool in the fridge.

There were quick-showers in every classroom, designed to wash semen out and dry fur within seconds; though it left the user somewhat... fluffy. Cleaning-bots whirred out of hidden places in the nooks and crannies of the room, seeking out the puddles of cum that weren't in the pots and pans, and suctioning them up.

The children, having had their fun, focused back on their cooking. By the time Raye finished plating and serving seven portions of the chicken pasta alfredo, the others had put the cake in the oven. They sat at their table, enjoying their meal, the seventh portion waiting out for Ms. Pinkie to come around to taste and grade. After eating, their cake was waiting and cooling, ready for frosting. Ms. Pinkie graded their presentation, took a slice for further testing and grading, and left the rest for the kids to enjoy. By the time they ate and cleaned the dishes, the period was over.

"Good job, guys! You get a definite A for your work, but... next time, a teensy tiny toony timmy less bit of garlic. It was a bit overpowering and cost you that A+!" Ms. Pinkie advised Raye as the kids filed out.

***** As class ended, the children filed out into the cul-de-sac to take a half-hour break between classes. Raye and her family wandered to a little courtyard hidden behind the Co-Ed Building and the Science Labs where they liked to sit under the shade of a tree. The same tree, in fact, that their parents had sheltered under between classes and after school almost every day. Raye was more than happy to hide out there. After the poster incident in the morning, Raye was not in any hurry to be out in the open where anything could hypnotize her again. She did not mind being mind controlled, but she preferred to have it done by people she trusted like her teachers, friends, parents, or the Headmaster; and not random pranksters.

"What a day," sighed Ronnie, flopping back against the trunk, wrapping a hand around his penis, stroking slowly.

"...You haven't DONE anything. You got a blowjob from a drone, that's it," Coal said, narrowing her eyes at her male cousin. Ronnie grinned.

"More action than you've gotten, Ms. Giant-balls. That's why you shifted out of 'em right?" he teased. Coal growled in irritation, her long tail flicking.

"No, I changed because they kept getting in the way of me walking, and because my mood changed and I felt more feminine," Coal grumbled, "and I'll thank you not to comment."

"You're more touchy about this stuff when you're a girl," Ronnie commented, snickering.

"Probably because girls spend less time talking about their junk, and more about stuff that actually matters," Rennie teased, her tail flicking back and forth.

Seemingly annoyed by the attention the others were giving her choices of anatomy, Coal shifted back into his male form; his hair shortening and growing less sleek and more shaggy, his body shape becoming less slender, and a pair of grapefruit-sized testicles hanging below his single shaft. It was his standard form, no bells and whistles.

"You ever wonder if our parents did this? Just talked about each other's thingies in between class?" Rennie asked, watching her brother continue to stroke himself.

"Probably not. I dunno what the world was like back then, but I think they were a little less open about goin' around in public," Raye suggested, "There were a lot of people not under the Headmaster's power yet, and all..."

"Seriously, what was THAT like? A world where people DIDN'T obey the Headmaster's will? Ugh!" Ronnie shuddered, as if the very thought chilled him to the bone, "I like it how it is now, with all the swirly glowing things and the trances and the fun!"

Raye opened her mouth to reply that she agreed with the state of the world. It was not as if she could even comprehend disagreeing with it; brainwashing since birth had precluded any concept of a world without the Headmaster's guidance. But before she could get the words out, she stopped and stared in confusion.

Rennie and Ronnie's hair was standing on end, sticking straight up. Coal's was beginning to do much the same. The air seemed to take on a charge, making even the slightest motion tingle with pins and needles.

"What is this? You guys are seeing this too?" Coal asked, gasping as a blue white light flared between his finger and a falling leaf from the tree, along with a loud pop.

Electricity began to spark off of Raye, first in tiny sparks, but then in long jagged arcs that sparked off of the nearest objects. Her fur was standing on end, her hair spiked up like something out of one of her mom's favorite action anime. There was a blinding light, a thunderous explosion of noise...

And suddenly, Raye was surrounded by incrediby thick black smoke. Her lungs filled with it, and she began coughing uncontrollably, doubling over. Her eyes watered. Strangely, Raye's keen fennec hearing picked up more voices coughing than there were cubs around...

When the smoke cleared, not only were Raye, Rennie, Ronnie, and Coal standing in a room, rather than outside in the courtyard; but Kiara, Kovu, Kion, Sonia, and Manik were there, hundreds or thousands of miles from where they had been moments before. And even more cubs whom seemed bizarrely familiar were staring at them with expressions of utter disbelief.

It was a red-orange furred tiger-cheetah girl, with a distinctive pattern of spots that looked almost like stripes, who said the first words.

"What the f--?!!!"_

*****

In the end, the Headmaster and Gadget agreed on a course of action. Until such a time that Gadget could fix Tiffany's machine and find which potential future the children came from, and therefore return them to their time and place of origin; the children would be under the care of the Twin Schools and the Headmaster.

As such, the Headmaster ran Raye, Ronnie, Rennie, Coal, Kiara, Kovu, Kion, Sonia, and Manik through a series of brainwashing sessions; not removing their memories, but scrambling them. Their memories of the world of the future would be vague, half-remembered, and confused; like a distant dream, to help prevent any potential damage to the time-space continuum. Even further, the brainwashing would help to accustom the children to the culture of the past, helping to lessen culture shock. It defined certain concepts of which the children only had a very fuzzy understanding... like clothing.

The children would attend the Twin Schools, joining the classes of their parents. In Coal's case, since his default gender was male (and his penis was 13 inches normally) he was assigned to Longshaft. This caused some disruption on his first day when he showed up in a girl's uniform, tented by his erection; and even MORE disruption the first time he shifted into his female form (and a small orgy); but the children were quickly hypnotized to accept it as normal.

The new kids were quickly accepted by their classmates; whom, admittedly, had seen considerably weirder things than time-travel. A new normal settled over the first week, as the children began attending classes with their parents, hanging out with them, and making new friends.

The Headmaster, watching everything, as always, wrote several notes to himself. First, reminders to check in on progress returning the children to their own time. Second, instructions to begin research on expanding the experimental Cubinex product to have a permanent effect; for rejuvenation. Third, to begin research into creating interactive subliminal programs, for education, recreation, and to further his control. Fourth, to design those school desks as they had been described.

And finally: to keep an eye on Lola Bunny's health in the coming years to make the offer when the time came.