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"Hauberk University - Polishing minds since 1934"

Katya stood at the massive iron gates to what would be her home for the next three years, the brass plaque sat bolted to the rust-red red brick wall next to the gate, and the little slogan made her smile just a little bit. Summer was all over, the trees were all sporting orange, yellow and red coats that stood out like fire against the grey skies, and leaves that had already left their branches came rustling past the hybrid's heels. She wore a knee high pair of suede boots, the heel a graceful three inches, but somewhat blocky in comparison to her beloved stiletto's, but then again she had to look proper now. Just a hint of grey fur would be seen between the tan suede and black skirt, and even that was mostly disguised by the matching suede coat she wore, tightly wrapped around her slender frame with a belt drawn snug about her waist to keep it closed. Her slender, gloved fingers came to brush across her brow, to push errant raven strands of her hair from her eyes, and she took a deep breath before finally gathering up the courage to walk past the gates. With a heavy backpack slung over one shoulder, her other hand reached for the rollerbag to drag it along with her, the heavy thing bounced along the cobblestones that made up the path before her, and that didn't make it any easier to walk that half a mile to her dorm.

"Jesus Christ, that looks heavy," someone said, behind her.

"Do you need help with that?" The voice was cheerful and pleasant, and as Katya turned her head to take a look, her gaze came to rest on a wolf, a female one; a gorgeous, female one, at that.

"I-Sure," Katya replied. The other girl was the first person to show their face since she got here half an hour ago, and she was caught completely off guard.

"You're heading to dorm three, right?" The wolf asked.

"Yes I am, good guess! How did you know?"

"It's the one up ahead, see?" The other girl pointed to a nearby sign that pointed towards the dorm, with "Dorm 3" written on it, and that made Katya giggle softly.

"Good thing they polish minds here, huh?" She replied to the wolf, "I'm Katya."

The heavy rollerbag was set down to rest for a moment, and she stepped closer to offer a gloved hand in greeting.

"Katya? Very pretty name. I'm Alexandra."

As they shook hands, she was given a better look at the other girl, she was taller than Katya by just a couple of inches, with Katya measuring a petite five foot four. Raven tresses framed Alexandra's pretty features, pale blue eyes peered from between dark lashes, and from what she could gather, her fur was white. The compliment given was another thing that caught her off guard; it brought a smile to her lips, as well as the faintest warmth to her cheeks, not at all enough to be considered a blush, but certainly enough for Katya to feel it.

"Really? Thanks!" Awkward silence followed, then, for just a few torturous moments.

"So, dorm three, right?" Alexandra said, and gestured towards the large building. She seemed amused at Katya's reaction, but instead of saying anything else, she simply took hold of the bag's handle, and helped the poor tigerwolf drag the heavy thing along the cobblestone path towards the dorm.

"Yeah," Katya replied. "You know, I really appreciate you doing this for me. I could've been out here all night, dragging this cursed thing behind me if it wasn't for you."

The pace was much quicker, indeed. The pair were making good progress and even better conversation along the way. By the time they reached the dorm, Katya's cheeks hurt and she stood, doubled over with laughter at some really, really silly joke told by the other girl. They hit it off instantly, once they got over that brief, awkward phase.

"So, which floor are you on?" Katya asked.

"The third floor, room 42." Alexandra replied.

"No, you're kidding!" Katya had to dig through the pockets of her coat for the key she had picked up earlier, and just as she remembered, the tag fastened to the key ring read "42".

"That's where I am! I mean, that's my room!" Katya laughed at the coincidence and rattled the key at the wolf. "I have a pretty, funny, helpless roomie!" she fell dead silent, then. Her ears fell flat to her scalp, and her silvery eyes widened. She didn't really say that, did she? "Helpful! I mean helpful!" she quickly corrected herself.

Alexandra only laughed, though, and shook her head at the panicky hybrid. Either she didn't make the same associations as Katya did, or she simply mention anything of it. In any case, most things pointed towards the former, and the hybrid was home free. Or so she thought, anyway. "If anyone's helpless, kitty-cat, it's you, defeated by a bag." Alexandra said, and stuck her tongue out at Katya, before beginning to drag that heavy bag towards the elevator.

That taunting comment only made it harder for Katya to discern whether or not Alexandra had caught the implications given by her little Freudian slip, and what's worse; it made her blush. Before she could give it much more thought however, she was being dragged, along with the bag, into the elevator, by a giggling wolf that by now had noticed that blush on her cheeks.

"Awww, I didn't mean to embarrass you, Katya, the bag is heavy, I understand." Alexandra said, her tone syrupy sweet but oh so sarcastic. Apparently, the other girl was already fond of teasing her, and with the way Katya reacted, she was playing right into her hands.

"Shut up. It's not funny!" Katya protested. "Okay? I take it back! I don't have a helpful roomie, I have a hopeless roomie! Now be quiet and stay in your corner," she said, with a gloved finger pointing at the wolf.

The elevator was small, made for a maximum of four people at any given time, and with the two large bags, it was an awfully tight fit. It wasn't long before the elevator chimed to announce their arrival at the third floor, though, and as the doors pushed open, Katya was first to leave, dragging those heavy bags behind her.

Katya's new home consisted of a small apartment, two rooms that were barely big enough to fit both a bed and a desk. Alexandra's was the one to the right, and Katya's the one to the left of the small hallway. They were even lucky enough to get their own bathroom, and two closets each. To anyone else it may not have sounded like much, but to them it was a rare luxury, compared to how many of the other students lived. They stayed up late, sharing stories and learning about one another, and even though they had just met a number of hours ago, it felt like they had known each other for so much longer.

The next day, Katya woke up with her clothes on, her bed wasn't even made, but a blanket had been pulled over her slender frame to keep her warm. Clearly, sometime during that late night chat, the girl had fallen asleep, exhausted from her trip and all the new impressions. Her new friend was nowhere to be seen, but it was easy enough to assume that she was in her own room, sleeping. Katya reached across the bed to dig through her coat for her cell phone, sensitive eyes narrowed as the display brightened up to show the time. 11:04 AM. The upper left corner had a blinking little envelope, telling her to check her text messages.

"Did you get there okay? You promised to call, I'm worried. // Mom."

She groaned quietly, she had forgotten entirely about that promise, and she quickly dialled the number to call her back.

"Hi mom, It's Kat- Yes, I know but I--- I couldn't- Mom-Let me fi-No, I'm fine!"

She couldn't get a word in edgewise for the first few minutes of the conversation, but eventually her mother calmed down and she could tell her all about the trip, the campus, her new roommate, and everything. If anything, it was a good way for the girl to process the entire experience, and when she finally hung up and tucked the phone back into the pocket of her coat, she felt much lighter; relieved. That feeling wasn't meant to last though, because when the girl sat up to get out of bed, and her feet set down on the floor to take the first step of the day, she went tumbling, blankets and all, onto the floor. Apparently, Alexandra had taken the liberty to tie her ankles together with what looked like the belt from a bathrobe, soft terrycloth tied all snug about her slender limbs. A small, innocent little prank like that might've passed under the radar for anyone else, but the next thought to come to the girl's mind was; what if she hadn't stopped at the ankles? Her heart skipped a beat at the thought, but before she had the chance to take it any further, her door swung open and the wolf came rushing in.

"Are you okay? I heard you screa--- "

Alexandra's voice trailed off at the sight of Katya, with her raven hair a tousled mess about her features, a blanket wrapped mostly around her torso and hips, sitting on the floor with her ankles tied together. Needless to say, the wolf's expression went from concern to amusement within seconds, and from a wide grin to knee-buckling laughter even quicker. Katya began untying the soft belt from her ankles, then, the knots were quickly plucked open and she tossed the belt at the wolf, bundled up into a little ball for better effect.

"You're evil! Shut up! It's not funny!" Katya all but shouted at the other girl, but Alex just laughed harder. She was curled up on the floor, just past the door, squealing with laughter and tears pouring out of her eyes.

"That.. Oh-That look on your face. So priceless," Alex managed to squeak out, breathlessly.

"You're hopeless! What if I had gotten hurt? It is /not/ funny!" Katya replied, and crawled out of her mess of a blanket to stand up and brush herself off.

At this point, Alexandra was beginning to calm down, and she sat up on her knees with a hand over her sternum, trying to catch her breath.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright? I thought you'd notice." Alexandra said, with her ears splayed outward and her head tipped a little sideways. Her expression made it easy for Katya to tell that she was being honest, at least, and after a few moments of silence, the hybrid released a little sigh, followed by a series of little giggles at what it must've looked like.

"You'd better be sorry," Katya replied, her bottom lip pushed out in an exaggerated pout.

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door; three distinct knocks that made both girls start. Alexandra, closest to the door as she was, crawled back onto her feet, with a curious glance back at Katya, who shrugged her shoulders back at her new friend.

"I don't know, open the door," Katya said, in response to the wolf's silent question.

Said and done, outside stood a badger with two boxes in his arms, a hauberk campus cap on his head, and blue overalls that covered the rest of him.

"Alexandra Davenport and Katya Winterfrost?" The badger asked.

"Yes?" the two girls answered in unison, and Katya walked out of her room to stand next to Alex.

The badger handed them a box each, and with a little salute, he turned around and walked off, leaving the two girls there, staring at each other. They were both plain white cardboard boxes, with the hauberk university crest printed on the lid, perfectly identical, and not very heavy. Curious as they were, it took only seconds from closing the door to tearing the boxes open to investigate the contents, and there they were.... Their uniforms!

Wait, uniforms? Katya /knew/ that the school was a touch old fashioned, and that the rules were strictly enforced on school grounds, she had heard as much from other people who went there, but uniforms? She dug briefly through the box, even shoes and socks were in there! Sure, those snotty up-town elementary schools had uniforms, but she was an adult! She at least thought of herself as one, at eighteen years of age. She could legally get married, but not go to school without a uniform? Preposterous!

"I need a shower," Katya mumbled, and without another word, she walked back into her room to leave the uniform on the bed for now. She wasn't sure what to think of that, surely they should've told her if a uniform was required, right? Alexandra stood in the hallway, puzzled by Katya's reaction, but thought it best to leave the hybrid be. She had done enough damage for one day, she thought. After making sure the wolf had left the hall, Katya slinked out of her room, naked, with only a towel wrapped around her slender figure, and into the bathroom to take that shower.

As one might expect, she really did need that shower. After sleeping the entire night with her clothes on, she didn't exactly feel fresh as daisy. She took her time there, running her fingers through her fur, straightening out any little knots or tangles, carefully grooming, scrubbing, brushing, massaging. The scent of her shampoo mingled with that of her arousal before long, and she had to lean herself against the wall as her soft fingers played over soft folds. She couldn't help but think about Alexandra and that little prank, about what could've happened if she had been tied up more, better, tighter, if she had woken up to the sight of the other girl over her, helpless to stop her advances, her hands all over her body and lips against lips. Her legs slid apart, her fingers grew bolder, and her knees weaker, all at the same time. She moaned softly to herself as those digits splayed apart, baring more of her pink, delicate petals, caressing, teasing. The girl needed this so badly at this point, she hadn't relieved herself in weeks.

Her fingers slid past her folds to explore further, two of them dipped inside and she leaned her head back, eyes closed as the hot water continued to spray over her trembling figure. A sudden chill came across her achingly stiff nipples as they touched the cool tiles on the wall, it made her gasp, and at the same time, her fingers slid out of her heated tunnel to instead play over her clit. Anyone watching would clearly see her tail tremble and rise at the touch of her fingers there, it curled into something of a vague 'S' shape behind her, and she had to bite into her fingers to stay quiet as her fingers continued their play over that sensitive bundle of nerves. The girl's toes curled against the tile floor, her knees only moments from giving in when her orgasm finally hit. Her teeth pinched tighter over her fingers, only helping to drive a high-pitched whimper past her lips, but silencing her enough to keep from crying out as she rid the waves of her climax with quivering hips.

"Katya! You don't own the shower!" Came a voice from outside, followed by a thumping against the door. "I need to use the bathroom!"

She had lost track of time, completely, and she had been in there for almost forty five minutes by now. Softly panting, she forced herself back up straight so that she could wash the last of her scent out of her fur, before turning the water off and sliding the shower curtain out of the way.

"I'm coming-I mean, I'll be right out!" Katya replied.

Of course, to ensure that Alexandra didn't have to wait too long, Katya had to move things along now, giving her very little time to towel down properly. After wrapping the towel about herself, she finally unlocked the door and slipped out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting," she apologized to the wolf so impatiently pacing outside. "I just /really/ needed that shower."

Katya could see the wolf's nostrils flare, and her heart almost stopped. She couldn't still pick up that scent, could she? She had never lived with a wolf before, and she couldn't possibly know how acute her sense of smell was, and so she hurried towards her room, through the door, and quickly closed it behind her. Surely, Alexandra must've found her behaviour awfully weird by now, and she really didn't want to come across as some sort of freak to her new roomie. When she finally heard the bathroom door open, and then close, she breathed a relieved sigh, and resumed to towel down properly.

Now was a good time to finally have a look at that uniform. She still wasn't sure what to think of the concept of wearing one to school every day, but was at least prepared to give it a chance. The thin lid was set aside, and she reached into the box to lift the clothes out and set them down on the bed. The uniform consisted of; a blue blazer, a fairly simple affair with the hauberk crest embroidered on the chest to the left, a matching skirt, a white blouse, and a pair of black shoes with a very modest heel.

It really wasn't that bad. Actually, it wasn't bad at all! Katya took her time, inspecting each garment, turning them over in her hands and scrutinizing every single seam. She wasn't sure if she'd even dare try it on before Monday morning; wrinkling it even the slightest (as small an issue it may seem) would be a little disaster all on its own to the hybrid girl. Instead, she decided to set the uniform aside for now, with a little smile to herself. A plan was brewing in the back of her mind, a proper entrance at her new school. Surely, she would cause outrage amongst the faculty, but what better way could she possibly find to make a name for herself?

The rest of the day went smoothly; she and Alexandra toured the campus, met some of the other students, had lunch together, laughed together, poked fun at one and other and had a grand old time just getting to know each other and their new surroundings. Already, after two days it was clear that they would get along, three years together seemed like forever, to them, in that dorm, at this school. Like their own little eternity.

That day finally came; the dreaded first day at school. Katya woke in a daze, with the sound of the alarm a distant echo at first, until she could hear Alex knocking on her door. "Katya! Time for school! Wake up!" The wolf was already up, apparently, whilst Katya herself barely got a moment of sleep throughout the night. She was nervous, and the few hours of sleep she did get were interrupted by that horrible screech of her alarm, but still she managed to claw her way out of bed without too much trouble. After a quick, hot shower followed careful grooming and brushing of her fur, her tail and hair received extra attention, naturally, and after finishing her make-up she once again vanished into her room to get herself ready. The plan was already made; she couldn't back out now, could she?

Her toe-claws were already carefully painted a soft shade of silver to match her eyes, and fluttered briefly as she slid the stockings onto her legs, carefully nudging them past the sharp claws and onward, over small feet, firm calves and shapely legs. They snapped in place against her thighs, the left, and then the right, followed by a pair of black g-string panties. The delicate lace didn't offer much warmth or even protection from prying eyes, but that certainly wasn't her goal for the day, either. Garters were next, and then that uniform skirt, snugly zipped in place, with the base of her tail secured neatly within a tailored hole above the zipper, which fastened with a small button. A bra of matching silken lace enwrapped her breasts, both lifting and supporting her heavy bosom to achieve mouth-watering cleavage that was soon hugged by the soft white blouse; the two top-most buttons were left open, of course, as to not spoil the view

After sliding into that lovely blazer, she was ready for the last few details. A black leather choker was wrapped around her throat, it resembled a collar in many ways, it even had a little D-ring suspended over the hollow of her throat, but it was much thinner and not at all sturdy enough to withstand much pressure at all. Her hair, instead of wearing it up, was left to flow freely about her face, over her shoulders and back, and her shoes - instead of those formal, discrete shoes that came with the uniform - had a less-than-modest three-inch heel and a snug strap about either ankle. She was anything but model student, that's for sure!

"Katya, what are you d--- "

Alexandra was surprised, to say the least, as she opened the door to tell her friend it was time to go. The wolf had decided to wear a tie about her neck in her own little modification of the uniform, but it certainly wasn't much in comparison to the additions Katya had made.

"Ah-I-" Katya froze at her friend's sudden entrance.

"Don't move, something is missing," Alexandra said, and then vanished into her own room. Katya could hear her rummaging through a bag, only to come back with a slim leather leash with a little clasp at the end.

"Alexandra, I don't think-" Katya stammered, but did nothing as the wolf walked up to her and attached the leash to that D-ring in her choker. It slid into place with a little "click" and a small, experimental tug was given.

"Come now, sweetie. It's time for school. We don't want you to be late."

Alexandra's tone changed now, it was still just as warm and playful as ever, but there was something there, something in that sweet, commanding tone that made Katya's heart beat faster and her resistance simply melt away.

The times she had blushed before were nothing compared to how her cheeks lit up this time, she was speechless, completely, utterly speechless as the wolf girl took her out of her room, and out into the hallway outside of their little getaway. Other students stopped and stared, blatantly, some of them pointed at the pair and whispered, but somehow, it didn't seem to bother Alexandra at all. Katya's cheeks were burning with the bright blush in her flesh, but her new friend casually tugged her along on the leash, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Alex... " Katya said, quietly. "They're staring." She tried to keep herself as quiet as possible, and hurried to catch up to the other girl in order for her voice to carry far enough to reach her ears.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted them to stare, or you wouldn't have dressed up like that." Alexandra replied. "Isn't that right?" The wolf turned around to face Katya, then, just as they left the long hallway and stepped into the elevator. The little bell chimed as the doors closed, and at that point, Alex reached past her roommate to press the stop button. This made Katya back up just a little, which soon had her pressed up against the twin metal doors with Alex pressed snugly up against her front, their lips only fractions of an inch apart.

"Tell me, admit it to me that it's what you want, and I'll let you go without the leash today."

/Let/ her go without the leash?! The nerve! Katya should be outraged, but she only managed a weak little stammer in response, her tone whispery and fragile. "Y-Yes."

Then, just as quickly as it happened, the leash was undone, the button on the elevator pressed, and then Alexandra stepped away, as if nothing at all had happened.

"That's much better. I have English class this morning, how about you?"

Katya didn't know what to think. She didn't know what to feel, and even less what to do or say, her heart was beating up storm in her chest and butterflies were having a royal ball in the pit of her stomach. In lack of other things, she straightened out her clothes and turned away from her friend, at least a bit. Her cheeks were still glowing, the heat in her flesh almost unbearable.

"I-I have English too," Katya replied, quietly.

"Really?" Alexandra's eyes lit up at this new bit of information.

"Katya and Alexandra, inseparable!" The wolf girl added.

Of course, Katya couldn't help but snicker at her friend, despite what just happened. Alex was acting as if nothing at all /had/ happened, and while it did make it easier for Katya to recover, it certainly didn't help the girl's curiosity! Where did that come from?! How could she be rendered so defenceless by a simple leash? This is something that weighed on Katya's mind the rest of the day, she couldn't focus. English class was long, and their teacher; Mr Barker, was a dry old thing without a sense of humour. A girl caught passing a note was sent to the principles' office, and of course, as soon as he noticed Katya's outfit, she was right behind the first girl to go.

This wasn't the first time Katya had been sent to see the principle. It was the first time in this school, of course, but she at least thought she knew what to expect, right?

She was wrong.

By the time Katya got there, the other girl had already been sent in, which left her alone with the principle's secretary. She was a tall woman, almost six feet without counting her ears, and as a jackal, those ears added a good amount of height, making her a very imposing figure even for the taller boys in Katya's class.

"So, what have we here? Another troublemaker?"

Katya startled as the jackal raised her voice and stood up to walk around her desk. Her attire was as to be expected, of course; white blouse, black skirt, stockings and a pair of heels, with a pair of glasses perched atop her muzzle, which the woman slid down just a touch to peer over the rim of those glasses, down at Katya.

"No...." Katya said, hesitantly, whilst glancing towards the desk to find the woman's name. A golden plaque at the front of her desk read; "Mrs. Devonshire"

"No, Mrs Devonshire, I'm just trying to make an impression."

"You're trying to make an impression," Mrs Devonshire repeated.

"Yes, Mrs Devonshire;" Katya replied again, cautiously nodding her head.

Before they could say anything else, they were interrupted by the other girl from her glass, dashing out from the principle's office with tear-streaked cheeks, sobbing and sniffling, and in the doorway stood another jackal.

Jack Devonshire, the principle, was a handsome man, but not in the traditional sense. The roguish grin on his features and the greying hair in his temples and underneath his chin helped give him something of a bad boy's charm, even though he was well into his forties. With broad shoulders, muscular arms and a fairly trim waist, it was no secret that he took good care of himself, and that, if anything, only added to the aire of danger.

"Miss Winterfrost," the male spoke up then, and the woman, apparently his wife, settled a hand on the girl's shoulder to nudge her in the right direction.

"You shouldn't keep him waiting."

Katya stood up immediately, and instinctively pulled away from the woman's fingers. Jack's gaze sent shivers down the girl's spine, and that alone was enough to tell her that she was in trouble. The principle's office was as much expected in a school like this. Plush red carpet covered the floor, dampening the girl's footfalls as she walked inside, to the left was a massive bookshelf with hundreds of books, a crystal chandelier hung suspended from the ceiling, and along the wall to the right were several diplomas as well as a large painting of the school's main building.

What would inevitably draw a visitor's gaze would be the massive oaken desk that stood in the far end of the room, in front of a large, overstuffed chair and a pair of windows overlooking the school grounds. Papers were neatly stacked atop that desk, a laptop sat in front of the chair, and he even had one of those novelty earth globes; such a cliché.

"Place your hands on the desk, Miss Winterfrost. Look straight ahead, and be quiet. Understood?"

She could hear him close the door after saying that, and she immediately approached the desk. Katya could see claw marks now, as she got closer, right over the center of his desk, and this is where she slowly lowered her palms down. The desk wasn't so low that she had to bend over terribly, but more than enough to not be comfortable, especially with the heels she foolishly wore to school today. With her butt hiked up, her palms on his desk and the jackal slowly approaching from behind, this was all a terrifying experience, to say the least. She didn't dare look back, of course. He had told her to face forward, and so she did, even when he began lifting her skirt to reveal those black, lacy panties she had picked out this morning.

"Well, well well," Jack said. The tone of his voice suggested that he was just as happy to find those panties, as she was embarrassed, and soon she would feel the tips of his fingers brush over her buttocks.

"Hike up your tail, girl. Don't you dare move."

"But-Sir," she began to respond, only to have his palm land sharply over her left buttock. The sudden impact made the girl squeal, and suddenly she knew where all these claw marks came from, as her own claws burrowed instinctively into the softened wood.

"Not. Another. Word." His voice was dangerously close to her ear, his breath tickled the little guard hairs, and it made her shiver wildly. What was he doing? He wasn't going to....

Was he?