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As other students flooded out of classrooms, Hyoko didn't have time to try cleaning up the stall only to get caught at the scene. She slipped out the stall door, quickly rinsed the cum off her footpaws in the sink, took a couple dozen towels to wipe them and her dick off (taking the brief moment of clinical clarity to check under the balls if her pussy was still there, yep, and it needed wiping off, too) and speedwalked out of the bathroom.

Unfortunately, being pretty and popular had not done well for her plans at stealth. She had made maybe two turns before her path was blocked by her usual group of girlfriends. They were all the most pretty and most popular students that had been too good for clubs or academics, something her mom had called "cheerleader droppings" once when she thought Hyoko wasn't listening. They were acting as a roadblock as usual, forming a tumor of underachievement clogging up the school's hallways and forcing students to cram themselves in about half the space to get by. Hyoko wasn't so lucky.

"Hyoookoooo~!" An otter girl called out, Sawako, if Hyoko remembered right. She was on the shorter side, skinny and shapely in the way one could only get from swimming every day. Her top looked like it belonged on a child, and her skirt was hung so low on her perfect hips that Hyoko could see the wings of her tight panties and, if she looked close enough, she could practically see the lines of her toned abs- which were flexing deliciously as she talked- dive right into her p-

"Huh?" Hyoko said. "Sorry, what?"

Sawako laughed, and the other girls echoed. "You're so dumb!" She said. "I sa-id, my dad gave me some cash, so me and Shiyu were gonna-"

Hyoko glanced at Shiyu once, and then again. The tallest girl there, by far the heaviest as well, what with her cow genes giving her the size and plush bulkiness and of course her gigantic, massive, enormous, huge, right-at-Hyoko's-eye-level tits, which of course had nothing hiding them from the nipples up except the uniform's tie, which plunged down deep into her cavernous cleavage, entering a heaven the likes of which Hyoko could only-"

The sound of surrounding laughter awoke her from her trance. "Sorry!" she blurted out. "I'm just really distracted I, have to take this test or the teacher will fuck me- FUCKing kill me." More laughter. Her face burned. She'd never felt so tortured in her life, and to make everything worse, she felt herself getting hard again.

"Whatever~!" Sawako said. "Cmon, I think the vending machine on the roof has the most stuff still." The girls turned to leave, but one at the back of the group turned to face her. It was Nui, a dog girl with huge ears, styled so that one covered a lazy eye. She looked at Hyoko with a knowing, smug smile. Hyoko froze. Shit. Nui was a bloodhound, her sense of smell was the best in the school. Hyoko must have smelled like a fucking sausage factory, and if word got out, she'd be-"

Nui raised a paw to her lips and mimed zipping them shut. Hyoko stared in disbelief. Was... was she okay with it? Was Nui some kind of pervert? Or worse, a blackmailer? Images of all sorts of degrading favors rushed through her head. Her life could be over. With primal fear in her heart, she watched Nui close in and whisper into her ear, "You should introduce me sometime. He must be a hunk!" Then she broke away and, with a wink, skipped away with the others.

Hyoko let out all the air in her lungs. Of course, all Nui could smell was the semen. That would be the logical conclusion. Hyoko suddenly realized that another girl unknowingly came onto her, and blushed. Was this how it was going to go? Hyoko never was attracted to other girls, but now she was a drooling idiot whenever she looked at one! She made a mental check to see if she was still into guys, and another stiffening from her cock confirmed it. God, this was the fucking worst. She would have to only hang out with ugly people for the rest of her life.

She made the walk of shame, quite awkwardly, thanks to the increasingly problematic hardon, to the Spanish classroom. She quickly sat down at her desk and held her head in her hands for a bit. She would just take this test and go home for the rest of the day and probably never come back again. She tried her best to remember the material. It was just some example book, they all read it in class, so she should be fine. She should be fine. So, what was this feeling of dread she was getting?

"Um, are you okay?"

Hyoko looked up and stared. Right. This is what her unconscious was warning her about. She turned away from Mizune and tried to play it cool. "Yeah, I'm just tired."

"Oh, I stayed up all night, too!" Mizune chimed. Hyoko twitched. "I pull a lot of all-nighters to make sure my grades are good, I have a math quiz today, too."

"Oh... cool." Hyoko was already not paying attention. Her mind had leaped to the thought of Mizune, in bright red lipstick and a destroyed huipil dress, moaning into her pillow at 3 in the morning, swearing in Spanish as she got plowed in the pussy for hours. Hyoko's cock rose, and her head fell.

She didn't lift her head again until she felt a stack of papers fall onto her head. She sighed, grabbed them, looked up, and-

Her ass. Mizune's ass. Her thong. It was right there. In full view. It was only when her lungs started burning that Hyoko realized she was holding her breath.

Mizune was sitting in the chair right in front of Hyoko's, and her skirt got caught on the back. Hyoko had a front row seat to the most magnificent ass she'd ever seen, and she had to deal with it for the next half hour.

She clenched her eyes shut, trying to calm down. The test. She had to focus. Page 1, vocab. Easy. She just had to think of whatever word sounds like the one on the paper.

El Asunto. El Bulto. El Coche. La Cucharita. El Cuento. Pensar. La Poesía. Preguntar.

What the fuck is with this test?

Hyoko could feel her dick stretching painfully, as if it was trying to reach Mizune from where she was sitting. Her paws were sweating onto the page. She felt delirious. She was writing down whatever bullshit she could think of. Long answer section. She had to write a paragraph about what she does at home. She couldn't even remember. All she could think of was locking herself in her room and jerking off her cock.

Wait.

When did it become her cock? When did it become her cock? Did it take her less than a day to accept this ugly thing as a part of her? Was all this nasty overblown lust poisoning her brain? She already was looking at everyone around her like pieces of meat, how long would it be before she-

No. Oh, no. No, no, no, no, she couldn't stop it now. A vivid, hormone-funded hallucination broke through her brain. All she could think about was leaping over her desk, ripping off Mizune's thong and shoving her cock into whatever hole it found first. Gripping her by her unfairly wide hips and using her like a fat mouse masturbator. Hyoko imagined what her moans would sound like. Shrill little squeaks coming rapidly as her body rippled with every thrust. Hyoko imagined the stares of everyone, shocked, confused, not daring to come an inch closer to the wild pumping machine lest they get hurt. And she would only get faster, pump harder, scream louder, until finally, finally, she'd-

The bell rang, and Hyoko's fantasy shattered to pieces. She stared at her paper in despair. The second page was half finished. She scribbled manically to get it done, but her teacher pulled it out of her paws before she could finish it. "Next time you should finish your test during the test time." She said, and then, "Remedial tests will be held on the 19th, if you care. Try studying, it helps."

Hyoko blinked. Studying. That was it. That was her ticket. She whipped her head around to find Mizune's ass working its way towards the door, and made her way towards it as fast as sapiently possible while still maybe looking casual and hiding her boner.

"Hey!" She said, a little too enthusiastically. "Um, hey, so, I think I need to take the test again, so do you think you could like, help me study? At my place, I'll, I'm free tonight, so," she trailed off.

Mizune took off her glasses, wiping them with her shirt. "I'm really sorry, I can't come tonight, I have my piano lessons..." Hyoko was barely listening. Was Mizune always that gorgeous behind her glasses? Had Hyoko ever seen her like this before? She wandered into those sparkling ocean blues like a zombie. "Maybe we can do something later this week? I'll have to check my schedule. See you!"

Mizune replaced her glasses, and the spell was broken. Hyoko impotently, though with great interest, watched her leave, and it only hit her a few long seconds after the fact what Mizune had just said. There would be no interaction tonight. Her tail twitched wildly in frustration. But! There was hope. The fateful encounter may happen soon, and all Hyoko needed to do was control herself until then. Hyoko sighed, but then tensed up again as she heard a spattering noise from below. She looked down to see a small but growing puddle of precum.

"Fuck."