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Carly trudged in through the looming glass doors and into the office. The biewer terrier that manned the front office buzzed the middle schooler through with barely a glance spared, allowing the petite collie to enter the still quiet hallways of Rosewood High School.

It had been a few months since the start of the semester, but time had done little to acclimate Carly to the strangeness of her situation. The bright seventh grader had always been fond of math, but it came as a surprise when her sixth grade aptitude test scores came back, Carly had found herself quite out of her depth, attending after school meetings with her parents and teachers. The shy canine had mostly sat and nodded along as the adults around her spoke excitedly about matters that seemed to concern the girl, but were never fully explained to her in the moment. She had mostly forgotten about the whole ordeal during her summer break, at least until the end of July, when her mother had packed Carly up and driven over to the local highschool, the same building Carly now quietly walked through.

The mix of excitement and dread that had characterized the closing months of Carly's elementary school experience had returned when she was once again confronted by a room full of smiling, fast talking adults. In that meeting, Carly was finally clued into what all the fuss had been about. Her scores were not just high, they were practically unheard of for a kid her age. Where she struggled with things like history and english, it was revealed to Carly that she had a special gift with numbers, not that the collie found this very compelling. Sure she liked math, it was fun and it made sense in a way that the jumbled meanings and markers that other topics offered just never had, but as far as the timid girl was concerned what she was able to do wasn't particularly special.

Despite her quiet protests, Carly was informed that rather than joining her friends for math lessons at her new middle school, she would spend every other afternoon taking intermediate algebra with high schoolers. Carly recalled feeling a bit afraid at this news, worried that she'd get teased for being so much younger, losing touch with her friends. However, the girl had only to look at her mother's energetically wagging tail to give her the courage to push those fears down, after all, if it made her mom happy, then Carly felt like she should feel happy too.

And so the black and white fuzzball had found herself nervously rocking back and forth on her paw pads, waiting for the bus that would ferry her away. That first day hadn't been too bad. Carly had run through the procedures with her mom a dozen times a day for the last week, making sure she knew exactly where to go and who to talk to since Rosewood was on restricted access outside of normal arrival hours. Of course actually being in the building and having to actually talk to people had been a bit more intimidating than just imagining what to do, but Carly had made it in without any major hiccups, just a bit of misunderstood mumbling at the front desk. Then off to find her class room.

The class itself was fine. Carly found herself a bit more pressed to learn the new material and took the effort to heart as proof that she deserved to be there. As far as learning went, Carly would say she felt proud of her work, and did so whenever her mom brought the topic up. The little collie felt pride not only in her work, but in how proud it seemed to make her mom that Carly could be so accomplished.

What Carly kept to herself was the crushing isolation she felt in those oversized hallways. Even walking down the hallway now Carly couldn't help but notice that she was just a bit taller than the door knobs in this school. Certainly there were some smaller highschoolers that Carly always felt a slight relief at seeing scurrying through the halls, but even they would be considered tall in comparison to the collie.

And even more than the imposing nature of the building and its occupants, Carly could not quite find common ground with her new classmates. Sure, they were all nice - no one actively bothered the girl when she would sit hunched over in her chair, as if to make herself as unthreatening as possible - but then again she had never really felt included in a conversation. As new and fascinating as these new mathematical concepts were to Carly, she soon realized that this course was not exactly full of over achievers. Several of the students were juniors and seniors, taking a requisite course before graduating. Others, Carly picked up through snatches of overheard conversations, had taken this class before and failed. A few were closer to her own age, but given that this wasn't the course attended by honors track students there was little shared excitement to be found in the room.

It was this pressing feeling of being out of place which even now weighed heavily on Carly then as she entered the stairwell that took her down into the recessed area that housed her classroom. Carly knew from her first day that the math classrooms were normally found upstairs, nearer the cafeteria. It was only after a few minutes of nervous wandering that Carly had worked up the nerve to approach a wiry looking wolfhound who was standing outside one of the classrooms. He had informed Carly that the class she was looking for was actually down by the gymnasium, a floor down and well removed from the parts of the school that Carly had toured when she was informed she'd be attending Rosewood. Just another little incident that made Carly feel as though she were an intruder.

Exiting the stairwell, Carly proceeded down the hall to her destination, a recessed wooden door with a heavy handle and a strange narrow window lined with a diamond pattern of little wires. Looking through at the as yet empty desks within, Carly thought that prisons would probably have windows like this and, as she did every other day now, thought of her mother's wagging tail and steeled herself before sitting down outside the door, waiting for the teacher to arrive and her next fun day of learning to start.

Carly took a moment to adjust her skirt in her lap and pull down the white and pink shirt she was wearing so that each sat more comfortably against her fur. Turning her attention away from her now properly settled clothes, Carly opened up the front zipper of her back pack and pulled out a glittering bead of glass. In the lightly furred cup of Carly's hand sat a marble that she'd found the other day in her mother's room. The slight collie was immediately entranced by the beauty of the marble, but lately had found herself using it as a reminder of her mother. The older collie was so excited at her daughter's skills and to Carly this little gift had become a reminder of that love. Looking at the glittering sphere reminded Carly to keep going and helped her push back the loneliness which might have otherwise threatened to overwhelm the shy kid.

Summoning up these fortifying thoughts of her mother, Carly stared for the umpteenth time into the still, little world. The marble itself was rather large, about as wide as a quarter. The glass was perfectly clear surrounding a complex swirl of opaque blue and yellow, like a tangle of ribbons suspended in a protective case, an enticing moment of action captured within. What had intrigued the young collie the most was the way that the patterns of blue and yellow so clearly touched and seemed to intersect one another, but there was not a hint of green to be found within. As though the colors could sit side by side without affecting one another. Time and again, the girl had found herself staring deeply into the sphere, transfixed by a kind of beauty that spoke to her without needing words or sounds. The speckled collie was so engrossed that she failed to hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

"Heyya cutie!" Came a sudden call from above Carly. The little dog jumped as her attention was diverted to the new figure standing before her, dropping the glass orb which bounced along the tile floor with a distinctive clicking sound. The shiny thing came to rest at the toe of Maddison, a dark blond saluki and one of Carly's new classmates.

Carly tried to collect herself as the high schooler gave out a ringing laugh, "Oh ha. Oh, oh, I'm sorry cutie. Didn't mean to scare you there."

In a quiet voice, Carly responded, "It's fine. I'm fine. Sorry, I, uh, I didn't hear you. Um." Of all her classmates, Carly had always liked Maddison the best. The older girl was tall, not just due to the age difference. She carried herself with a kind of springy dignity, moving with energy and poise. She was also very pretty, her long ears always swayed when Maddison moved, highlighting her slim features and well kept short hair. Carly always thought Maddison looked soft and lovely, but as with most everyone at her new school, she'd always been too nervous to say much of anything.

Not that this had stopped the svelte saluki from trying to engage with Carly. In fact, of the people in her class, Maddison had been the most persistent when it came to making conversation with the scruffy collie. It never really went anywhere, Carly's nerves always seemed to give out before the rhythms of a conversation could take hold, but the pretty teen persisted nonetheless.

"Well what do we have here?" The saluki asked, a gentle titter still dancing around the edges of her voice. The girl had noticed the marble which was still resting against her paw. Bending down with an elegance that made Carly wonder at how such a simple action could look so beautiful. Maddison plucked up the trinket and examined how the light bounced around within the discrete structure before shifting her gaze back down to Carly. The Collie had half-made to get up and reach for the marble, but was now sitting with her legs arched in front of her, staring up at Maddison.

The teen leaned back down, taking a hold of Carly's half extended arm and placing the marble back where it had come from and then pressed the collies fingers gently so that they curled around the little treasure. "We wouldn't want you to lose this now would we, cutie?"

Carly felt her pulse rise slightly as the saluki's eyes played along her body. Carly could almost feel as the teen's gaze swooped around her prone form. This pressure, the feeling that Maddison was always paying just a bit more attention to the collie than anyone else, was both thrilling for the girl and no small part of why she could never quite bring herself to return the pleasantries and invitations to participate that Maddison so often offered. Something about looking at this beautiful girl made Carly feel like she was looking at her marble, wondering at the complexities that she liked, but couldn't quite understand. The difference with Maddison is that she wasn't safely behind glass.

Carly watched, as the slender dog's eyes dropped lower and lower. With another jolt, Carly realized that the position she'd taken without thinking was giving the older girl a clear view of her panties. With the realization, Carly let out a small squeak and pressed her knees together, feeling the strain in her hips and thighs at the strange position, but too embarrassed to do anything else. The evident discomfort on Carly's part seemed to amuse Maddison who gave out a low chuckle.

"No need for that cutie. You don't have anything I've never seen before after all." Maddison looked directly at Carly, holding eye contact as she casually reached a hand down and flipped gently at the hem of the collie's skirt. The feeling of the fabric thumping against her black-furred hips sent another shock of embarrassed excitement through the pup.

"Wh-what are you doing? Girls shouldn't show off their panties like that." Carly said in a way that suggested she'd been chided for such indiscretions before. The nervous, naive quaiver of the uncomfortable girl gave Maddison a thrill of her own. Since the first day this pup had arrived in their class, Maddison had been fascinated by her, so young and shy, but pretty in her own reserved way. Something about that reserved demeanor had intrigued the saluki, made her watch Carly and think about the girl long after class had ended. Maddison could tell the girl was smart and her striking markings, bold and clear white weaving between black voids, excited the saluki.

Maddison was no spring lily, she'd had her fair share of experiences at parties, but she found herself less interested in dating and sex and more fascinated by a kind of innocent wonder that she no longer felt. She was popular at parties primarily because she was so willing to have sex with people who'd never had sex before. Something about that first time, it was rarely good what with her partners having little experience beyond their own adolescent attempts at masturbation, but the sights and sounds of someone losing their virginity to her made Maddison more happy than an orgasm in the moment ever could. These were the memories and fantasies she used to bring herself to those heights, and it was worth a bit of stumbling and subpar sex to witness these moments. But these had always been with teens her own age, peers who were basically checking a box, who knew what they wanted, even if they weren't totally sure how to get it until that moment. In Carly, beyond a kind of inquisitive spark, Maddison saw a true lack of awareness that excited the saluki to no end. For the better part of a month now, the sleek teen had spent her evenings in bed imagining what she would do to the little collie if she ever got the chance. Maddison liked to imagine it would be a tender moment, but at the same time, she hoped that there would be confusion, upset, and tears, the spoiling of a previously pure canvas in a way that only she could appreciate.

In that moment Maddison made a decision. Standing back up without breaking eye contact, Maddison gestured at the confused pup to follow her. Then the saluki turned and walked down the hallway, back into parts unknown to Carly. For her part, Carly really could not have resisted if she had wanted, the thrilling allure and fluttering feelings that Maddison elicited in the young collie had taken hold. With the gangly discoordination of someone still learning about their growing body, Carly got to her feet, grabbed her back pack and made off after the gently swaying hips of her classmate, marble still clutched in her hand.

Maddison turned at the end of the hallway and, with Carly on her heels, opened a heavy wooden door emblazoned with a blue icon resembling a baby. Entering behind her friend, Carly found herself in a large, nearly immaculate tiled changing room. There was a toilet in the corner, but also a metal chair and one of those fold out tables she'd seen in public restrooms.

Turning to Carly, Maddison explained, "No one ever comes in here. I think they have to have these in case people need to bring their baby to work or something, but this thing is so far out of the way that I don't think most people know about it."

The collie gave a quick nod of understanding before whispering back, "Uh, why are, um, why'd we come here?" Her voice seemed to fill her ears in the still air of this shared secret space.

Maddison let out a peal of laughter that rang against the mottled ceramic walls, "Well I just wanted to have you all to myself for a little bit before class, cutie! It would be so boring just to sit in the hall right?"

Carly couldn't think of what those two things had to do with each other, but she wasn't going to put up a fuss and so she again nodded along.

"Now," continued Maddison with a clap of her hands. "I want to get to know you better, cutie. You're always so serious in class, so let's see what you're like when it's just us girls."

Carly couldn't help but feel a bit of her unease wear off with this older girl acting as though this were something they had done many times before. At the same time, Carly still felt as though she could feel the intensity of Maddison's gaze, drifting all along her scruffy frame.

The petite dog was trying to work out what she should say, but all she managed to get out was a nervous squeak as Maddison made her move. It seemed that Maddison had a very particular idea about how she wanted to get to know Carly, stepping forward, driving the collie back against the wall, arms pressed to either side of the quivering pup. Carly found herself craning up to see Maddison, nose brushing against the teens chest as she looked up into those intense, hazel eyes. Behind her, Carly could feel contours of tile, their coldness slowly seeping through her shirt chilling her wispy fur.

Maddison dropped her head lower, resting her muzzle on the middle schooler's shoulder. "I would love to be closer to you, cutie, if you'll let me," she trailed off in a breathy whisper. The saluki felt a thrill run through her companion, a prolonged shiver that tickled the hair on Maddison's neck where it touched Carly.

For her part, Carly was unable to fully parse what was happening to her. The transition from what passed for friendly conversation, as far as the shy girl was concerned, to being trapped against the wall left little extra space in her mind for contextualizing what was happening. Deep in some voiceless part of her mind, Carly vacillated between memories of hurt and desire. The time she'd been picked on in elementary school, the romantic stories she sometimes found herself enjoying despite herself, these memories and the sensations they carried flitted through her mind calling out to be scared or be thrilled. The overriding ambivalence of the moment left Carly stunned, unable to do much more than breathe and watch as Maddison exerted her power over Carly's precious little frame.

And exert Maddison did. Reaching up the willowy teen cupped a hand against Carly's muzzle, angling the girl's chin up and over slightly before gently retreating to brush along her white and black mottled face. With a practiced ease that belied the feeling of excitement that clutched at her chest, Maddison brought her face up to Carly's pressing her muzzle against the girl's. Maddison went slow, or it felt that way when she just wanted to take the collie as her own, slowly increasing her force until she felt Carly's lips part slightly. Capitalizing on the opening, Maddison's tongue darted out, playing along the fine hair and the smooth skin of Carly's lips before worming her way inside the pup's mouth.

The nature of Maddison's interest came into stark relief for Carly as she realized that she was now making out with the beautiful saluki. Again the thrill of having this older girl's attention vied with confusion over how to react to this new and not entirely wanted experience. Sure Carly had wondered what it would be like to be kissed, but she'd never really thought of herself as someone who might be kissed like this. It was always more an abstract thought about what that sensation would be than any fully formed fantasy, the kind of thing she felt compelled to speculate about or listen to descriptions of from girls at school. Now, trapped here the shivering that had taken hold in the collie's chest when Maddison pressed her against the wall seemed to explode, her arms and legs stiffened, quivering in confusion as she felt pulled between the desire to run and enjoyment at this soft, energetic warmth that was pressing into her.

Unaware of the cacophony that had engulfed her partner, Maddison continued pressing against Carly's mouth, opening her jaw and sliding deeper into that inexperienced maw. Maddison could hardly contain herself at the feeling of her tongue delving into this untested youngster, tasting her and making the girl conform to her touch. Something about being able to penetrate her untried partner in such an intimate way always gave Maddison a thrill, but with Carly that sense of control, teetering between benevolence and domination, was so much clearer. This blank slate of a kid was Maddison's to mold in this moment and she had big plans.

Carly felt some of the pressure on her side, the arm which had kept her pinned against the wall, began to slide down as Maddison traced along the curve of Carly's shoulder and then lower, drifting along the collies fluffy side and down to her waist. Maddison brushed her palm along the girl's hip following the contours of flesh in a slow pantomime of how one might rub their pet. Then the hand pulled back up, again stopping at Carly's waist, before pushing behind the pup. Maddison pulled Carly's trembling form out from the wall and into her, leaning her own mass into the confused middle schooler as though to maximize their contact. Maddison couldn't tell if Carly was shaking harder now in her enveloping kiss or if their closeness just accentuated the vibrations running through her. Either way it was exhilarating to be party to this intense feeling.

Maddison played with the band of Carly's skirt, picking gently at the elastic so that it flipped quietly against the mottled fur. Maddison felt as though she were on the edge of something, just a kiss she could maybe explain away, Carly had been so lonely looking, she only ever talked to Maddison, it was clear she had a bit of a crush on the older girl, Maddison's heat had just started, all these little factors could maybe save her if Carly ever decided to tell anyone about this moment. But now Maddison was about to cross a boundary which would be much more difficult to account for. Steeling herself, Maddison slipped her fingers underneath the waist band, inside Carly's panties. It was a move she'd made with partners before, a touch which teens understood to lead to new and exciting places, but for Carly, trembling in the saluki's arms, this touch had no context, it did not signal what path to take or what would happen next. The moment held a special importance in Maddison's mind too, the feel of long smooth fur against her palm was exciting because of who it belonged to, this little bundle that had captured her imagination in ways Maddison had never previously experienced. Delving deeper, Maddison took tight hold of the pert butt she'd imagined so vividly in bed, hooking her thumb over the collie's stiff tail. Using her new found leverage, Maddison cemented her connection to Carly, pulling the girl closer still, trying to memorize every twitch and flinch as she massaged the young girl.

Carly couldn't tell how to react to her predicament, what had been a confusing overload was quickly growing beyond her ability to compartmentalize. The tongue filling her mouth, the enveloping smells and tastes of Maddison, feelings of fear, excitement, wetness, and elation making it difficult to move in response to Maddison's invasions. Carly had heard about melting into a kiss, but she had gone stiff, trembling at the tension which filled her as the young collie was belted with instincts and desires so at odds with one another, and all in the same moment. When Maddison had first grabbed her butt, Carly felt herself jump, cheeks clenching at the previously unimaginable intrusion and her legs spread apart as the sudden tension. In the same moment, she felt Maddison slide her knee up to her groin and begin gently grinding at her panties. Like so much else Carly had experienced in this bathroom, the sensation was at once pleasant, unwelcome, and entirely overwhelming. As long as the collie could remember, her mother was strict about covering up and keeping those bits of herself private, but now there was this fantastic and scary new sensation Maddison was causing and the little girl could do nothing more than try in vain to squeeze her legs back together as the rubbing grew more intense and the feeling of control slipped further away.

But even as Carly felt her mind receding from the moment, she became more fully aware of the sensations building within her stomach. It was like a sneeze, some kind of mound of feeling that grew in sync with the rhythm of Maddison's groping, rubbing, sucking, pulling.

Maddison could tell that Carly was on the edge and redoubled her efforts, plunging her tongue deep into Carly's muzzle, wiggling her fingers along the cleft between the girls cheeks as she pulled gently at the base of her black speckled tail, and all the while grinding away between the girl's legs with her own. Maddison had driven her knee into the wall so much and so hard that she was sure there would be a spectacular bruise later, but for now it was a small sacrifice to see what would happen next.

Soon enough the sensations became too much for the little dog and a pinnacle was reached. For Carly, her vision suddenly went white, the hazy half-captured image of the opposing wall beyond Maddison's flowing blond ears was replaced with a sensation of meaningless brightness. The good and bad feelings that had fought within her were replaced in an instant by a joyous, indescribably release that cascaded from her crotch up along her spine before exploding in her mind as a flash of pleasure that overwhelmed all else. Maddison knew too what was happening as Carly began to double over, pressing her face hard into Maddison's maw. The girl was practically hovering, held aloft by her own stiff loss of control and Maddison's still groping hands. Carly panted hard into the saluki's muzzle, taking in huge amounts of air and swallowing down all the mixture of saliva that had accumulated in their unbroken connection. Maddison also became aware of a growing warmth along her leg as the spasms of orgasm forced the girl's juices out, overrunning whatever absorption her panties might have offered and running into the saluki's short fur.

What felt like an eternity of confusing pleasure for Carly lasted only a few moments and as the girl's exhausted body began to relax, Maddison gently guided her down to the ground where the little collie lay like a rag doll.

Kneeling down in front of her Maddison cooed, "Oh cutie that was so good! I'm so proud of you. Oh that must have been so scary, but you're such a good girl. Here let's get you cleaned up and ready for class."

Still murmuring sweetly to the incoherent child, Maddison grabbed the hem of Carly's skirt, pulling back the impediment to see more clearly the damage she had wrought. Maddison again felt a thrill as she took time to examine Carly's legs. They were jet black on the outside, but her inner thighs were each a creamy white with flecks of black scattered along their length. Nearer the collie's crotch her fur thinned and the soft pink of skin peeked through. At the intersection, Maddison admired the dripping panties that covered Carly's final, special secret. They were white, with little pink and yellow flowers dotted around the fabric, though being covered in the girl's sexual fluids meant that little was left to the imagination. Reaching out, Maddison took the waistband between her fingers and slowly pulled down, revealing that mound which held an almost sacred status in the saluki's mind with how often she had thought about it.

Maddison made herself wait a bit longer, keeping her eyes carefully glued to the descending garment so that she could look on Carly in her entirety. It took but a moment to slide that special covering down and over Carly's shoes. Maddison brought the panties to her nose and gave them a quick sniff, memorizing the smell of her little toy, before reaching over and slipping the sodden garment into a pocket of her school bag.

Returning her attention to the quietly mewling pup laid out before her, Maddison took her first real look at Carly's pussy. The girl's spade stood out slightly from her body, a little hill standing out from the valley of her legs, a y-shaped crease facing Maddison. Carly's fur coloration became an irregular convergence of black and white there below her belly so that the slight fur which covered her mound was white near the front and black where it sloped down to become flush with her crotch. The bisected effect was made all the more stunning as it glistened in the halogen light of the bathroom which played off the juices which covered Carly's groin.

Having taken her fill of the sight, Maddison placed a hand on Carly's inner thighs, gently levering them apart. As she did so, Carly gave a slight start and Maddison felt like squealing as the movement forced a shimmering droplet out from the collies lips, sitting as a shining orb for a moment before dispersing along the girls creamy skin. Moving her muzzle closer and opening it as she went, Maddison carefully enveloped Carly's crotch, covering the wet fur with her mouth. Carly was still too out of it to do much, but this did elicit a squeak as wet flesh met wet fur.

Maddison knew somewhere that Carly did not taste much different from other girls she'd been with, but as the musky, bitter mixture of flavors filled her mouth and nose, Maddison couldn't think of something more delicious. Starting as far back as her jaw would allow, Maddison drew her tongue up between the pup's cheeks, tracing the path up. Whether it was welcome or not, and based on the squirming and pushing that Carly was mustering it seemed to be a bit of both, Maddison was not to be dissuaded. Slowly closing her jaws, Maddison held Carly's little cone of sensitive skin in her mouth for a moment, gently suckling at the pliable flesh. Then, with all the force of her kiss before, Maddison pressed forward, worming her tongue into that cleft.

Carly squealed at the new feeling of fullness as Maddison's dextrous tongue plunged into the shallow recess. Between the still pulsing walls of her vagina and the hand which now pressed with much greater force against her head, Maddison could not quite get the depth she'd been hoping for, but even with just an inch or two inside, Maddison knew she could have some spectacular effects on the confused little girl.

The saluki withdrew her pink appendage slightly, feeling for the tiny bud which pressed out from the otherwise smooth walls of Carly's pussy. Once she had located the object of her affections, Maddison began flicking her tongue back and forth across the collies still developing clit. The effect was immediate, with a little shriek, Carly threw back her head and where she'd been trying to push Maddison away before, the saluki noticed that little fingers had curled themselves around her ears. Taking this as an invitation, Maddison continued to torment the unseen button as a renewed flow of lubricating juices filled her muzzle.

After a few more seconds, Maddison again attempted to delve deeper, though now keeping in mind where to press along the length of her tongue as she did so. Slithering deeper, Maddison wondered at the tightness that pressed in ripples along her tongue. Not for the first time did she wish that she could have a penis too, afterall if it felt this amazing on her tongue, what would something designed to experience pleasure feel in those wet depths.

It was only another inch, however, before Maddison encountered a more interesting obstacle. A pliable bit of skin seemed to hold back Maddison's efforts, Carly's hymen, still intact in that wonderful cavern. For a moment Maddison wondered if she could break it with her tongue. She'd deflowered a girl or two in her time, but always with her fingers and always with their excited pleas to do so. Maddison was quite sure that Carly had no idea what it was the saluki was playing with inside her, and she felt a twinge of guilt at the thought that she might truly ruin something in this girl without Carly even having the chance to know what was happening. So for the time being, Maddison held herself back, instead contenting herself with scraping her tongue along Carly's clit. The taste buds that now rubbed against Carly's button were more defined and brought with them a heightened stimulation, although as the collie drew closer to another orgasm her sensitivity to nuance was diminishing. Once again she was losing herself amidst the intensity of feeling that threatened to burst at any moment.

Maddison, however, was very attentive to all the little signs that Carly was giving off, the hitching breath, her fingers pressing harder against Maddison's ear, and the increased frequency of ripples playing along Carly's inner walls. Realizing what was coming, Maddison made her move, pressing up against Carly's clit with as much force as her awkward position would allow, Maddison withdrew her tongue as fast as she could, every millimeter of it sliding over the pink ball of nerves. The friction of this hasty retreat did the trick and even before Maddison had fully extracted herself from the girl, Carly was once again doubling over from the pulses of fantastic release which swept through her huddled form.

Maddison looked on like a proud mother as her little companion became lost once more in waves of pleasure. Like the first time, Carly could not tell how much time had passed before the contractions which pulled her in on herself subsided and the pup found herself somewhat more in control, albeit exhausted by the strain cumming twice in quick succession had put on her still developing frame. As the last of her orgasm petered out, all the tension in Carly's body went too. The little girl was once again lying slack on the ground at Maddison's knees. As Carly's grip slackened, the marble, which she had kept clutched in her little fist throughout the ordeal came rolling out with a familiar clack on the tiles.

Maddison picked up the trinket and again examined it. Inside, the cacophonous ribbons of color seemed stark and imposing in the harsh light of the bathroom. An explosion of color in three dimensions made flat by the stark shadows cast by opaque glass, colors so close to one another, but separated as if by some magic. Maddison admired the orb for a moment before a quiet moan from Carly distracted her.

"Wh- Mad- Wh-where? Where's marble?" Carly's words were almost incoherent, mumbled in a haze.

"Here you go cutie. I've got it right here." Maddison said, holding the spectacular treasure up so Carly could see it. "Don't worry, I would never let you lose this thing, cutie. If it's important to you, it's important to me."

Carly sighed softly as though just the sight of her toy gave her a great comfort. Something about the calm that this simple object elicited in Carly sparked something in Maddison.

Crawling forward, over the bone-tired girl, so that her lips sat just next to Carly's ear, Maddison whispered, "Let's make sure this goes somewhere safe. Right, cutie?" As she said this, Maddison moved her hand down, out of sight until it hovered just above that sopping y-shaped cleft in Carly's mound. Where they had been pursed before, Carly's lips had been pulled apart by Maddison's tongue so that a hint of deep pink shone through.

Before Maddison could think further she pressed the smooth, sparkling gem forward against Carly's wet opening. As she made contact, Maddison increased the pressure, forcing the marble in and down, following the trajectory of Carly's sopping tunnel. Like a flash, the marble disappeared, wet lips opening around its slick surface as though welcoming the bead as it plunged into darkness.

The deed was done before Carly could react. Her nethers were still tingling and her senses had not wholly returned, but she felt a cold mass pressing out against her walls, uncomfortably full for a part of her that had only ever been empty prior to this.

With a quivering whine, Carly pushed Maddison back, the teen leaning back with a vacant look on her face as though she were somewhere else in that moment. Realization had struck quickly and Carly found herself scrabbling at her crotch in an attempt to dislodge the foreign object. Another clash of emotions overtook the desperate girl, she wanted that thing out of her, she wanted to look at her token of comfort, that token was the thing hurting her, making her afraid in this moment. Suddenly her emotions were swirling, feeding on one another in a way that she couldn't control, consuming her in a rush of conflicting messages.

The desperate sounds Carly was making seemed to rouse Maddison from her stupor. Leaning back in, Maddison wrapped her arms around the flailing pup, cooing and petting in an attempt to calm the girl down.

"Shoo-shoosh-shoosh-shoo. It's okay cutie. We're okay. Don't worry, I'll fix this. You'll be alright." The words were empty, but they seemed to have the desired effect. As Maddison continued Carly went limp and then with a hitching sob, the little collie wrapped her arms around Maddison and began to sob into the teen's chest.

The two stayed like that for a minute or more, sharing a perverse comfort. Maddison was focussed on helping Carly after what she knew must have been a traumatic experience, but she could also feel her own arousal sliding out into her fur. Carly, for her part, was beginning to get used to the stretched feeling of the marble lodged in her vagina, as it warmed up and she relaxed so that it didn't press quite so hard.

The moment was broken soon enough by the first bell announcing the end of the previous period. Maddison felt Carly's arms tighten around her and the girls breathing begin to ramp up again.

"Oh cutie, it's okay. You'll be alright, right? Here let's get cleaned up and we can go to class. Easy, right?" Maddison stroked the back of the collie's head as she crooned.

Carly looked up, her eyes still wet with tears. "Buh-ut it, hah, it's still in me-he," she managed between gasping breaths.

Maddison put a bit of distance between herself and Carly, looking down at the distended mound, rounded from the displacement of the marble hiding inside. "We don't have time right now, but after class we'll get that thing out, cutie. It'll be really easy and you can be brave for a little bit right? You've already been so brave. Just a little more, okay cutie?"

Carly sniffed and nodded a little. That was all Maddison needed to see for the time being. Separating from the still dripping collie, Maddison took her by the hands and pulled the girl up. As Carly got to her feet she let out a chirp, which Maddison imagined was the marble readjusting itself inside Carly's pussy. Now, however, there was no time to waste.

Maddison set about straightening this, drying that, brushing here, and all the while giving little words of encouragement to the middle schooler. The two were nearly done when the second bell rang, something which seemed to frighten the collie and annoy the saluki. But the energy that Maddison was channeling left little time for Carly to fall back into her slump.

Maddison felt a twinge of guilt when she told Carly she'd be holding onto her panties, reminding Carly that the panties were still quite wet and suggesting that the girl didn't want to appear as though she'd wet herself. The mere thought of such an embarrassment was enough to quell any outward fears Carly might have had and distracted her enough that she didn't think to ask why Maddison needed to hold onto them.

In no time at all the two were back to looking presentable. Maddison shouldered her bag and made towards the door, but was stopped by a small hand grabbing onto her shirt.

From behind her, the chipper girl heard a simple question whispered. "Why did you do that?"

Maddison turned to face Carly, bending down so that she was level with the pup. "Cutie, I don't honestly know." She said in a sincere tone, "Ever since you came here, I've looked at you and wanted to show you all these things about yourself. To share this moment with you. Something about me made me do it and I did so adore you cutie. I know this was confusing and new, but I'm so glad to have you here with me and I want to show you so much more, cutie! Right now we have to get to class, but once that's done, I promise I'll answer all your questions and we'll get that little marble out and you can yell or cry or tell me what you want. I'm here for you, cutie. I want you to be happy and I do intend to make you happy."

Carly looked at this girl, someone she'd watched in class and wished she could muster the will to talk to. She could see the sincerity in the saluki's eyes as she spoke and though she didn't know how to reconcile the mishmash of feelings she was still experiencing, Carly knew that Maddison was being honest. The little collie nodded and followed Maddison out the door and into the comparatively dim hallway.

Everything seemed so strange after her time in the bathroom, the feeling of walking with no panties, the cool air wafting over her still damp crotch, the shifting pressure of the marble still lodged inside her, it made Rosewood High feel scarier, but also somehow more manageable.

Soon enough, Maddison and Carly were entering the classroom. The teacher, a gruff german shepherd, began to pester them about being late. Maddison was quick to offer that it was her fault they'd been late and that she was so sorry before shuffling Carly back to their respective seats. Maddison slid into her seat with a practiced ease and a second later Carly too sat down.

As her bottom touched the chair, a muffled clack sounded and Carly sat bolt upright, a combination of embarrassment and excitement running amok once more. Beside her, Maddison put a hand to her muzzle and her face screwed up in a mask of secret delight, trying her best to conceal a peal of laughter as a coughing fit. Something about the easy positivity of that sound silenced the thoughts that sought to overwhelm Carly in that moment. Rather than focusing on the marble which even now slithered within her sensitive hole, Carly cast her eyes back to Maddison, the way she looked now as the saluki listened to the teacher droning on was so at odds with the Maddison who had scared her, or made her feel such new feelings, or comforted her, or who snickered at the sound of a marble hitting a chair. Something about the distinct but interwoven contradictions of Maddison, her beauty, and the proud tone she used when she said "cutie" gave Carly a sense of calm.