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"Congratulations students!" the female German shepherd shouted to the crowd of students below. "Today is the day of decisions. You have worked hard for this moment, one that will decide your futures..."

As the woman droned on, Mark nervously glanced over at Betsy, sitting quietly to his left. His paws had suddenly become sweaty while his mind raced. He hated the thought of one machine dictating his fate after high school. What if he was assigned something bad, like line cook or garbage man? Or worse, what if the machine didn't assign him at all? Just the thought made Mark shiver.

"Aren't you nervous?" Mark whispered to Betsy.

"Yeah a little, but don't worry."

"What if they don't give me an assignment?"

"Everyone gets an assignment Mark, you'll be fine."

The Lifepath machine was a revolutionary tool used to determine candidates' ideal career path to maximize their happiness and society's benefit. Its invention reduced suicide and depression rates by over half in the first year of operation, each placed candidate showing increased energy, happiness, physical health, and productivity. In went the candidate, out went a grade, and off the user went to begin their new life.

None of this made Mark feel better.

"...and line up by last name in each of the marked corridors to receive your grade. Oh, and good luck!" the Lifepath representative finally finished.

"Do you know where..." Mark started to ask Betsy, but she had already gone to find her line.

He stood up slowly as everyone around him rushed to their intended hallways. An excited chatter filled the air, causing Mark to get even more unsure. He hated crowds, as he wasn't very tall and scared easily, even for a cat.

..........

Mark made his way to corridor B and found his place in line, right in front of Devin.

Devin was a tall, shimmery gold leopard with burnt orange spots and the body of Adonis. And he loved to make fun of Mark.

"I think you're in the wrong line, little guy," teased Devin.

"S-she said by last name," Mark stuttered.

"Get to the back of the line or I'll kick your teeth in." Devin flashed a startlingly white fang.

Stepping out of line to make his way to the back, Mark pulled his hood up over his ears and tried to scurry away, but Devin grabbed it and pulled him to the ground. A few scattered laughs arose, only to fade in the distance as Mark lifted himself off the ground and ran to the back of the line.

..........

"Name?" asked the small skunk sitting behind the table.

"U-uh, Mark Roberts."

"Roberts? You should have gone through already," the skunk stated as she eyed Mark suspiciously.

"I-I'm sorry, I was late to the assembly," Mark lied.

"No matter. Take a seat and put this on."

She handed Mark a metal collar with what looked like rivets on the inside. Wires led from the right side of it to a small, black metal box that was plugged into a laptop. Mark slipped it around his neck and the clasp snapped into place, delivering a small shock.

Mark let out a tiny yip.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. Now, roll up your sleeve."

Mark did what was asked and she shaved a square inch of fur off his forearm, just below the elbow. A moment later, Mark felt a small prick and looked down to see a microchip no bigger than his claw gripping the bare skin.

"What's that!?" Mark questioned in shock.

"I need you to clear your mind and focus on what I'm saying. One... Two... Three... Four..."

The world slipped away, and the test had begun.

..........

The ceiling was light pink. This was the first thing Mark noticed. His room didn't have a pink ceiling. He sat up and looked around the space, only to find bare walls in the same pale shade of magenta, no door in sight. In fact, there was nothing in the room but Mark. The floor was a soft texture without cushion, and entirely black. So black that Mark struggled to see himself as he sat upon it.

Where are my clothes? Mark thought to himself.

He was entirely naked and entirely alone, and the panic had begun to set in. Standing up, Mark when to lean on a wall while he tried to control his breathing.

How did I get here!?

..........

After what felt like hours, Mark had gotten himself under control, at least enough to think clearly. That was until he felt two soft paws on either side of his ribcage, causing him to spin around in fear.

"Woah sweetie, no need to freak out," spoke a soft voice.

The voice's owner was a slim, snow-white jaguar with a pointed, fuchsia stripe running from her forehead to the tip of her tail. She was a head taller than Mark, looking down on him with controlling eyes.

Mark eyed her up and down, with her paws now resting on his hips. He noticed she was also nude, with beautifully shaped breasts and perfectly placed nipples in the same shade of pink as her stripe. He looked further down, and to his surprise, saw a large fuchsia cock, soft and twice the size of his own.

"W-who are you?" he struggled to find the words in his throat.

A smile crept onto the jaguar's lips, as she lifted his chin to bring his eyes back to hers.

"I'm what you really want, I'm you."

Before Mark could reply, she embraced him in a kiss, forcing his head with her paw to meet hers. A hand slid down the small of his back to his ass, giving it a slight squeeze before Mark pulled himself free.

"I'm not gay, I don't want this," stated Mark plainly, in an unusual moment of courage.

The jaguar gave a slight frown. "You don't have to use such harsh language Mark, but this your path."

"My path?" he whispered as a memory of realization fought its way from the back of his mind.

Suddenly, the jaguar ran a claw down the front of Mark's forehead and the memory was gone as soon as it had come, an urge to obey had awoken. Blood began to rush to Mark's cock, and he was again trapped in the jaguar's blazing-pink eyes.

"No-no," teased the seductress, giving Mark's member a playful flick and doubling his arousal.

She then gripped Mark by the scruff of the neck and forced his body close, shoving a long tongue down his throat. He was trapped and confused but wanted nothing more than to please the mysterious figure. The jaguar then guided his head down to face her large, plump breasts.

"Lick." she ordered.

Mark, unable to resist, nervously licked her left nipple, barely circling the pink areola with the tip of his tongue.

"You can do better than that," the jaguar taunted, pushing him closer until his lips closed around the puffy nipple.

As he sucked her nipple, he felt a paw slowly trace his spine to his ass, quickly making its way to his hole. The jaguar began to massage his anus and Mark heard a moan, only to realize it was his own.

"Oh, you're already a little wet, this will be easy."

She applied pressure until a single clawed finger penetrated Mark, setting a wave of unexpected ecstasy rushing through his body. The jaguar went deeper, moving in and out of Mark's asshole, delivering a sensation he had never experienced. As she fingered him faster and faster, Mark felt the point of climax building, his legs beginning to wobble. The mistress sensed this, and quickly drew out of him.

"Now my turn," said the jaguar with a wink.

"B-but..."

"On your knees, little one."

She pushed Mark down to the floor, so her now throbbing cock was at eye level. Before could give the order, Mark was licking the length of the massive shaft, coating it in glistening saliva.

"Mhmmm, good kitty..."

Mark started to kiss the pointed tip of the bright pink penis, slowly working his lips further apart to fit the head in his maw. A paw grabbed the back of his head, and with slight force, pushed the hard cock to the back of his throat. Saliva dripped in buckets from Mark's mouth onto the floor, as he thrust his head back, only to have the jaguar forced deeper down his throat.

"Ahhhhh...." moaned the larger feline. "Are you ready?"

"Mmm-mm."

Mark didn't feel anything at first, but then the cock burst on the roof of his mouth, filling his mouth with sticky white cum. It was slimy and salty, but Mark couldn't get enough. He sucked and licked until the jaguar's still-throbbing cock was dry, his belly full of her seed. He looked up past the massive cock, cum dripping down his chin and front, as if to ask for more.

"Now my favorite part," the mistress said with a seductive wink.

She pushed his nose to the floor, hands pulled behind his back, and made her way to the rear. Mark felt saliva from her penis coating his asshole as she rubbed the length of her cock along it. He couldn't take the suspense and trust back into her, his urges taking over.

"What do you say?" she teased.

"P-p-please," Mark managed to stammer through the desire.

A feminine squeal escaped from Mark's lips as the jaguar grabbed his rock-hard cock from behind while slowly inserting her own. There was a sharp pain as Mark's asshole was penetrated, only to be replaced by pure pleasure. He felt every ripple along the length of the jaguar's shaft, every bump with each thrust bringing him closer and closer to release. Instinctively, his hips began to gyrate as she used his own penis as leverage to go even deeper. Mark could feel the jaguar's balls smacking his as she increased pace, filling Mark with a full-body pressure.

"C-cum... i-inside... m-me..." Mark moaned in time with the rhythm.

"Is that what you want?" relied the jaguar, almost laughing.

"M-more... t-than... a-anything..."

"What a good kitty, I knew you'd realize who you were."

At that moment Mark felt a tsunami of pleasure spread from his stretched asshole to the tip of his tail, causing him to erupt in an explosion of cum, coating himself and the floor below him. He could feel every pulse of the jaguar's cock inside him, filling him up from the inside, causing his belly to swell slightly. Lost in the pleasure, Mark was left shaking on the floor in a puddle of hot cum dripping out of his gaping hole.

After catching his breath and letting the flood of ecstasy fade, he looked up to realize he was alone again.

............

Mark opened his eyes to an empty hallway and a skunk staring back at him across a table.

"Oh, you're done. You took your time I see." Said the skunk.

"Wha-what happened?" Mark asked sheepishly, noticing the damp spot on the front of his jeans.

"That was the test! Don't worry, everyone experiences something different, but it's over now. Do you want to see your grade?"

"I-I guess."

The skunk handed mark a piece of paper with his personal details, transcript, and a big "S" circled in red on the bottom.

"You got a "service" grade. There was only one other student with that grade today, quite uncommon."

"What does it mean?"

"Well, we don't get specific details, but in a few days, you will receive a letter with your assigned academy and in a few weeks, you'll begin your first courses."

"Oh, well thanks I guess."

Mark stood up to leave, aware of how visible the stain on his pants was, but with a mind too cloudy to care. As he made his way home all he could think about was the test and wonder what this letter would bring.