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I ever get the chance to find the guy who invented alarm clocks, I'm gonna kick his teeth down his throat and tear out his eyeballs. I'd probably maul whoever came up with mornings too. What kind of nutjob wants to get up before the sun? Crazy people, that's who. But complaining about how much of a pain in the ass seven o'clock is won't do any good.

I lift up and push the thin blanket off, running clawpoints through my belly and over my chest. Ugh. At the rate I'm going I'm gonna have to see a groomer pretty soon. At least I only need to get the knots trimmed out every few months--poor Smitty's there every three weeks, and Mitch needs his mane clipped down to sane levels every few days now. His dad swears that it'll stop after eventually, but he says that with the patented Uriel Maynard smirk so no one knows exactly how serious he is. That fucking guy, all big stupid grins with big teeth and his big mane and his big dick that he won't stop showing off, he makes my stripes itch. And on me, that's a lot of itching.

There's a little rustle next to me, and within just that little moment all my tension melts away as Sunshine sticks her stubby muzzle out of the blankets she's all tangled up in. Why should I think about asshole lions when I've got my own sunshine to watch over? I help her a little, pulling at the sheets so she can get her head free, blinking those dark dog-eyes at me and trying to wake up.

"Mm...is it morning already, Jenna?" I nod a little, stroking over her ears. I can hear her tail whack against the blankets as she wags, and I just can't not giggle at the whole thing. "Darn. I was havin' a good dream, too."

I turned and scooped her up, pulling the soft corgi against me. She was tall for her breed and I was short for mine, so I guess between it all kind of balanced out. I wouldn't change it for nothin'--lets me sniff around her red hair and purr right in those big pyramid ears. "We both were, honey."

Sunshine turned her head and smiled at me, putting her nose against mine. "Yeah? Mine was about you. You?"

I answered her with a soft kiss, sliding my hands around her waist and ruffling out the big plume she called a tail. The girl just melted against me, warmer than the sun outside our window. Who needed heat when you had us?

"You're like a sauna."

"I can't help myself when I'm holding you, puppy. Makes me all warm and squishy."

She popped me on the shoulder with her little fist, making the most adorable scowl. "I'm not a puppy. Grr!" We fell backwards on the mattress, laughing as we wrestled a little, the 'big mean attack dog' trying her best to put the tiger in her proper place. If only ever morning could have been like this.

You might think Sunshine isn't her real name and it isn't. She doesn't like her real name and I don't like using it--it's an ugly reminder of things in the past, about how we ran away from parents who didn't understand that this wasn't some sort of silly phase we were going through and how we've made a sort of life here in a tiny apartment someone was kind of enough to let us use even though we're not actually old enough. As much as I want to I'll never forget the last time I talked to my parents and how they ranted and caterwauled and hissed. You'd think after I brought home my third girlfriend they would have given up on thinking I'd 'grow out of it'. And I left, and I never looked back. Sunshine came with me, even though I told her not to. We'll be poor, I said. No one will respect a pair of 'lesbos' with no futures. We'll never get work. We'll never make this work, and we'll go crawling home to our families in a month, starving and sick and broken.

Sunshine just smiled and wagged. We'd have each other, she said. Anyone else, that would have sounded like a pile of romantic Hollywood crap. When she said it, it was like I had wings. You can laugh all you want at the two high school girls who whisper sappy crap to each other during class. Go ahead and call us ugly dykes who can't get a man. Remind me that instead of being tall and strong like all the other tigers that I'm short and soft and that a danged corgi is an inch taller than me. You can even make fun of how she's the 'man' in the relationship and how sometimes we're hungry because we don't make much money. I don't care.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, sweetie?" I couldn't hold back a rumble as she stroked over my arms and down my belly, tracing the stripes with her fingers. "You look like you're way out in space."

I tilted over and nibbled at her cheek fluff. "Us."

Sunshine grinned. "Yeah? Anything good?" Her palm went down those extra inches over my soft belly. I tensed up even before she got anywhere too sensitive--the anticipation was killer, even if she reminded me what those cupcakes kept doing to my gut...

"You hush," she whispered. Could all dogs read minds? Sunshine knew what I was thinking sometimes before I did. "You're not fat. Stop listening to what those stupid jocks keep saying." Sun slipped those slim little fingers of hers into my panties and started to rub, pressing the heel of her palm in a lazy circle. Have you ever seen a house-dog look...I dunno what the right word is. Angry, but not mad, just irritated. We had this conversation damn near every morning. "I'm not going to let you hate yourself."

"I...k-know...but..." It was hard to talk when my girl was working me over. Most couples have morning routines--get up, have some coffee, watch the news, and maybe shuffle the kids off to school with a little snuggle-cuddle first. Sunshine gets me off. She won't take no for an answer, either. There's always enough time for it. If I try to squirm out of it, the 'little' corgi gets aggressive. Very aggressive, growling, barking, claws-in-my-shoulders-to-hold-me-down shows of dominance that blanched the black out of my stripes.

The squeezing fingers on my clit were the punctuation mark on things Sunshine hadn't gotten around to saying there. "No buts, Jenna. No buts ever." I bit my lip hard to keep from squealing, hiking up my ass off the bed with a whine. Sunshine had fantastic fingers, sliding the slim tips along my puss and driving me completely mad. Through every bid of it she simply smiled at me as we rested cheek to cheek and I slowly soaked myself. I hope she'd leave me time for a shower today. I really didn't want to listen to the girls chirp about the smell of tuna in the locker room again.

"That's it. Such a good little kitty-cat." I chuffed, then again, trying my best to look pissed off. I don't think I pulled it off very well, but you try to look anything but flushed when your talented girlfriend is curling her fingertips up into your pussy, scissoring them inside your heat. I had to work furiously not to just moan. Sunshine could push every button effortlessly and make me melt against her like a housecat getting its ears rubbed.

I felt the chill against my groin, looking down as the corgi peeled my panties down to my thighs. "You're gonna need a new pair of those. Unless you want to advertise..." I blushed hard at just the thought and shivered, looking at Sunshine with wide eyes. She quirked an eyebrow at me, adjusting a bottle-red bang out of her eyes as she moved against my side. "I wouldn't make you do anything you didn't want to, and you know it." The suggestion was there. I trusted my woman with all my heart and soul, but you'd have to be an top-notch idiot to not see the hints.

The cold was cut sharply by the brush of her tongue against my heat. The flat slickness drew lines around the fingers Sunshine still had buried inside me, lapping up juices with slow licks. There wasn't any lack of it either. Every push of her fingers made me slick as she prodded all the right nerves and spread me open like a boot. First time Sunshine fucked me--and that's what we're doing, don't pretend it's anything else like 'making love' or none of that shit--she spent half an hour telling me how beautiful my pussy is, how she loves the shape and the size, how it fits so well in her palm when she's teasing me, and how it spreads open and drips when she moves her fingers right. I can't help it. Sunshine makes me feel like I'm special. She's happy to make me rumble and writhe underneath her and I'm ecstatic to let her.

"Mmmf. Delicious. The food court doesn't have anything on your cunt, kitten. I could eat you out all day long." Sunshine nibbled up the inside of my thigh, pushing against the soft white fur and the softer flab, urging me to open wider for her. I pushed back and shifted, wrapping my legs around her shoulders. Time was becoming a concern now for both of us--we had to be at different schools in less than an hour, and if either of us were late there'd be hell to pay.

Sunshine knew how to use her tongue. Most dogs just slobber and slurp all over whatever they're working on, and if you have a cock I guess that's okay. My corgi though, she could work hers like a sort of finger, flicking the tip or twisting the length like a perverted corkscrew that pulled the cork out of my pussy and made me squirt on her face. Between her agile fingers and that oral 'digit' Sunshine was working me inside and out, deep and shallow, sucking on my clit between muff dives until it started to burn. I was boiling over inside.

"Go ahead, kitten." She was ready, and that meant I didn't need to hold back any longer. I came, hard, bucking and bouncing on the bed, jaw hanging wide open. But I didn't scream. After a half-dozen angry conversations with the building management about waking everyone up screaming out Sunshine's name, I'd gotten myself good and quiet. Unless we were elsewhere, and then I'd make the windows crack.

I don't know how long it took for me to come back down. The afterglow is always good with Sunshine and it makes the time pass so slowly. When my eyes focused again, she was looking up at me, her head sitting on my belly, cheeks dripping and tongue hanging out of her mouth.

"Did I..."

She laughed. "You almost always do. But it's okay, I'm used to it!" She bounced up to her knees and grabbed my wrist, tugging me off the bed. Any of the dominant personality from just minutes ago was gone, back to the giggly little doggy with the shockingly fake hair color and the odd sense in fashion. So many pastels...

"Come on. Let's get a shower before it's too late. And maybe I'll get you to squirt again!"

Twenty minutes later, we were mostly dried and dressed to face the world and not at all like a couple of gay girls who'd just been at each other's soft bits. We didn't go to the same school, something that made me whimper some days when I couldn't get support from my puppy. Sunshine's mother had made a few arrangements after we moved in together; while she had been mostly disowned and taken out of the will and whatever, Ms. Sunshine was still kind of sympathetic. We got a little money--not nearly enough to do much more than keep the heat on and put a few things in the cabinets--and Sunshine got to go to a private school uptown. Me, I didn't get anything like that, but my mother wasn't rich. My mother's a burned out nurse from the south side of town and I don't know my dad. On weekends my brother comes out and buys me lunch. He's not much better off than I am.

At least I have my Sunshine every morning.

Sunshine stuck her tongue out. "Ugh. I hate green." She did a little twirl in her uniform, making the heavy cotton skirt lift up for a split second. I had to admit, it was kind of a crappy get-up--it even had the old-style plain blouse with long sleeves and a ribbon that kind of dangled there and looked completely silly. All of it was done up in a shades of green that made her look like a bush, or a Christmas tree.

"At...least they stopped making you wear the bow in your hair. And you can dye your hair. Studebaker gets her panties in a twist if I even mention getting my hair blued again. " She stuck her tongue out again before breaking out in giggles as I swept her up into the best hug I could give my girl, trying to make those ribs creak. It was a joke to anyone but us--standing up she was a good two inches taller than me. But a hug's a hug, and she gave it right back.

There was a loud beep from her phone. "Time to catch the bus!" She grabbed her bag and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll talk to you when I get home, sweetheart. I don't have anything after school so it should be nice and early." Sunshine licked over her lips a little bit.

Just like that she was gone and I was alone, looking at myself in the mirror. I'm not sure what Sunshine saw in me. I was stumpy and dumpy, a cartoon version of a big cat that couldn't scare a first grader. I adjusted my blouse over my chest and my belly. At least I looked fine in red plaid. It went well with stripes and made me look a little better.

Hornsburger High School was pretty much what you'd expect. We had jocks and nerds and fruits, cheerleaders and bimbos and tomboys, every kind of teenager you could expect. The freshmen were naïve and the seniors were too cool for their own good. The teachers were sometimes frustrated, the higher faculty didn't always have a clue, and the superintendant would show up to talk about our test scores or maybe pretend he was interested in our pep rallies. Personally, I figure he was just there to screw the heat cheerleader. I would too, honestly, Cynthia has a really nice ass and smelled like sex on broad rabbit feet, but she wouldn't give me the time of day if I had the only clock in the universe.

The first class went by without anything important enough for me to bother telling you about. It's just gym class. You might think 'but Jenna, don't you get laughed the whole time?' and I'd shrug. After four years you get used to I, and I ain't the fattest loser in the class by a long shot. I can run okay and I can keep up in dodgeball or whatever. And it all balances back out when I can ogle the ladies in the showers. Most of them aren't interesting to me or aren't interested--I'm not going to waste my time trying to see if the cute blonde fox in the next stall wants to explore her sexuality with me or if she's just teasing. There's guaranteed tongue-candy in here with me if I want it. The muscular raccoon sharing a showerhead with me, for instance--we've shared the storage closet more than once and missed a class or two. She's the no-tits kind of girl, but she has enough toys hidden in there to keep a kitty purring for the rest of the day.

Not today, though. Today is Thursday, and that's the day I have Trigonometry with Miss Clarice. She's more than enough to make me tingle just from her perfume. When her tits bounce by and she sways the plush backside I don't think she quite understands she's got...it's almost enough to make a horny girl come without any help at all. There's no reason at all to get my jollies elsewhere when I can watch the poetry in motion that is my trig teacher as she sways and swishes and forces me to change my panties before I head home.

Now I wanna make one thing perfectly clear first, though. I am not cheating on Sunshine. Don't even go all defensive and say I'm fucking girls behind her back at school. Y'know what, I'm not. She knows about it. She doesn't care. I'm a big girl and I can make decisions like that for myself, with one condition: when Sunshine wants me, I'm hers and hers alone. I come when called, and I get loved in return. ...that's kind of the throwing the cat-and-dog stereotype on its ear, now that I think about it.

No, today there's only two things coming anywhere near my snatch. I have two small battery powered friends I call Ann and Zoe. They're small and round, kind of like me, but they don't have stripes. Ann's white with a bit of pink around her middle, while Zoe's blue instead. They both love me the way only a vibrator can--deep inside, buzzing away until I can't put my feet in front of each other and my tail's lashing so hard it's clearing shelves.

I set Zoe on the little shelf they give you for soap and use my free hand to spread my pussy open. Just the anticipation is hard to deal with--I was already a little wet, and not from the shower water. Ann went in nice and easy like she always did, sliding inside deep and nestling in those tight muscles. That's one of those things I could pride myself on. Maybe I didn't have the muscles you'd expect from a big cat, but I could claim the snuggest cooter in the senior class--it was one of maybe ten or twelve that hadn't been stuffed full of sausage until you could park a small Buick in there.

And now for Zoe. See, the names are special--Ann's the front of the alphabet, and she goes in the front. Zoe's the other end. You can figure out what that means. You're smart. It takes a little bit of force and more than a little lube to force her into my ass, grinding my teeth together the whole time I'm pressed against the wall of my shower stall with my tail hiked up to the ceiling. If anyone walked by they'd get the kind of show you usually have to pay a few bucks to see. Finally that nearly virgin pucker of mine gave up and the little girl slid home, leaving nothing but the thin wire hanging back out of me like a string. Panting softly, I slipped back to the lockers, keeping my tail and hands low in some kind of weird shame. I was practically the only girl left at this point, and I'd barely left myself five minutes to hike up my underwear, dry off some, and get myself up and running to Trig.

"Hey there, stripes." Mitch and Smitty were hanging out in the hallways by my lock, waiting for me to come by. Mitch is fairly cool, I guess, though I dunno why he likes me. We don't have a lot in common and he's kind of a jerk. Lions are like that--big manes, bigger dicks, huge egos. I really hope he never turns into his dad. I met Smitty at a GBLT thing when we were freshmen trying to figure things out. He's kind of my role model for dealing with the whole homo thing. Even back then, Blondie was at home in his skin and had accepted who he was with a big smile and a toss of his hair. Exact opposite of me at the time. Mitch just kind of came along for the ride, I guess. I don't mind. They stick up for me a lot, since I ain't so good at doing it myself.

"Hey, Mitch. Dude, you need to get a haircut."

Smitty nods, ruffling Mitch's scraggly mane up. "I keep telling the silly boy that, and he keeps ignoring me."

Mitch slapped away Smitty's hands and growled. "Fucker, I keep telling you my dad won't let me until it grows out enough."

"Simba, you look like you've got one of those afro things already. Just go do it, I know you've got the money." I grab my trig book and notebook, pointing a pen at Smitty. "If you don't do it soon, Blondie here is gonna take you to his stylist." Blondie was a joke between me and Smit. His mom had shown me photos of him back when he was a kid and he hadn't quite turned into the obsidian 'god' he liked to brag about being. Back then he was yellow like sunshine--blonde from head-to-toe. He figured maybe it was on account of his real mother being brown and his pop being white. Miz Shaughnessy even kind of hinted the black he had now came out of a bottle. The way he whined whenever she mentioned it made me believe her.

Smitty lit up, clapping his hands together under his chin. He wasn't quite that gay but he'd also never pass up an opportunity to make his friend squirm a little bit. "Oh oh oh, Francisco would love to work you over, Mitchy-poo!" Mitch tried to fight him off as the mink went to 'work', pretending to clip and style at those rusty red locks.

I laughed hard, falling back against my locker and rolling my head. "Come on you queens, let's get to class before Studebaker catches us bein' tardy. She's hasn't been friendly lately."

"Must be that time of year."

"You mean all of it?" Smitty was right--Studebaker was so hard-nosed you could sharpen a pencil in her nostrils. She didn't seem to have a lick of care for the students unless they were breaking one of her treasured rules.

"Maybe she just needs to get laid." All three of us shuddered at the very idea of that fat old bear fucking. Especially Smitty. Poor gay bastard...

"Whaddya figure she's gonna be wearin' today, Mitch?" Smitty loved teasing Mitch just to watch him squirm a little. Miss Clarice hadn't even made it into the room yet and the stink of hormones and hard-ons was making it hard to breathe.

"Shit, I dunno, Smit. Maybe she'll wear that sundress that you could see right through." I sucked air through my teeth--that was one of hell of a dress. It's hard to forget nipples that nice being on display, you know? Even when she had a bra on they were impossible to miss. I do love the ladies who brought us lace.

I blinked and raised an eyebrow Smitty and Mitch were both looking at me, smirking like cats who'd found canaries and bent them over. "What?"

Smitty clicked his tongue and it was all I could do to not roll my eyes. Stupid smug bastard had been grinding his hands in his lap since he got in here. He'd told me all about the condoms him and Mitch wore, how they could jerk off in class and no one would notice. I couldn't give less of a care what he did with his dick as long as it didn't involve me. I'm not one of those girls who thinks dicks are disgusting, but that also doesn't mean I wanna give one a tug either.

"You think we don't hear that? Buzz buzz buzz...you keep sneaking Commander Buzzcock in here and you're going to get caught." He turned back to Mitch. "Or maybe she wants to get caught. Jen, babe, if you weren't such a hot dyke I'd tell on you." All I could do was sputter and throw my pen at his fool head, watching him cackle like a hyena as I sat there and stewed. He was toying with me, I know he was. There's no way he could hear the twins, not at the low speed they were on--just enough to make me feel warm and fuzzy. It sure wasn't anything big and loud like that fucking Blondie was!

"Good morning, class!" About five minutes late, she showed up. Just like always. Miss Clarice didn't seem to get what being on-time meant, but no one cared. She put the 'purr' in 'perfection', you see, the kind of immaculate display of feminine beauty that took my breath away. I seriously think my heart stopped every time she came in the room, watching her backside sway in perfect time to some the music in my head. Some days it was a lovely symphony or something catchy and danceable. Today it was porn music with a really heavy bass part, that 'bow-chicka-chicka' that everyone made fun of. That deliciously broad ass swung left and a pair of hefty tits bounced up, daring the bra she'd stuffed them into to try and stop them. I'd never seen another afghan hound in my life and I'd never seen a woman who filled out a blouse the way Miss Clarice did. Were all the women in France as beautiful as she was? Were braids common there? I promised myself someday I'd go there and find out.

"Miss Clarice just don't know."

I leaned forward and whispered right into the mink's ear. "Gee, Smitty, I thought you didn't like girls."

"Moi?" Oh, dammit, here come the theatrics again. "Why whatever do you mean? Dear, I'll have you know that I prefer men. There's still a small soft spot for the feminine mystique." One of his fingertips poked me in the nose. "Unlike you, my cunny-lapping feline friend."

"I trust everyone has done their homework, yes?" Clarice tried to get our attention back to the task at hand, setting her papers in order and getting the lesson plan for today ready. She seemed the ditzy blonde but I had to give her credit--she really knew her stuff and was happy to be teaching it. I just don't know how she could not get that she was coming in here and teasing us all so much. What kind of woman stuffs themselves into a tight white skirt that practically ties their knees together and doesn't think it might be a little titillating?

I passed my papers up the line and sat back, clicking the Twins up another notch. With most eyes on Clarice I could get away with a bit more daydreaming. I'd actually studied, unlike some of the losers who came in here thinking it was Gonna Get To Fuck The Teacher 101. Clarice didn't give extra credit favors like some of the teachers. She'd never offer you her pussy if you stayed after school. You'll never get your dick between those tits, boys, and you know it. Only one person gets to romp with Miss Clarice, and that's her husband Emile. We got to see the nervous little rabbit just one time at an assembly and that was it. Clarice said his English wasn't very good, but I think there's more to it than that.

I'll be honest: I try to pay attention, and about half the time I'm successful. I'm not very good at math but Clarice makes it a little easier to swallow. That is, when I'm not thinking about her panties, which is the other half. Ann and Zoe are making it even harder to concentrate, but they're a suitable distraction from all the cock in the room. Seriously, it's like an Italian deli in here with all the sausages on display. I'm not the only girl in the class but the others aren't interested on the same level as I am--they're watching the dicks. It's a little embarrassing to see people more popular than me reduced to drooling, thigh-grinding wrecks at the mere glimpse of a foot long tube of blood-filled muscle and a pair of meat blobs.

Three hours. This class today is three hours long. I lost interest in the actual subject about the hour mark and just sat back to feel warm and happy. Ann and Zoe were buzzing away happily, giving me the kind of two-for-once buzz (no pun intended) that only being fucked from both sides could really give you. Mitch and Smitty were having some kind of conversation about cocks and balls, but I really couldn't bring myself to care as I sat there half-heartedly taking notes and watching the others in my euphoric haze. That was another perk of having trained myself to be quiet when Sunshine got me off--I could come a half-dozen times in the middle of class, but thanks to a bit of padding and a strong jaw you'd never even know it. The mouse across the row, though, she squeaked. Softly, high pitched and hard to pick up, but she did. I'd...observed her for a bit as she sat there with both hands under her skirt, whispering to herself. I know she was probably watching one of the guys pounding his fleshlog with his fist, but I just couldn't resist how she blushed so cutely. Maybe I'll say something after class...

Eventually it got to be too much. I needed to go clean up and get some water into my system before I tried out too much to speak. "Miss Clarice?"

"Yes, Jenna, dear?"

"I need to use the washroom."

The canine smiled wide and nodded. "Of course. Do be quick, though, we've much more to cover before the end of the day!"

I slid out into the hallways, sucking in a breath. It was much cooler here and the stink of male wasn't so damned overwhelming. The facilities were just down the way a little bit down the hall and I carefully slid my way there, working for mostly my own benefit to not wobble or trip. After a couple climaxes you'd have trouble working your legs too.

Once in the stall I dropped down, sighing long and thick, letting the arousal go ahead and burn out through my lungs. No one would be in the halls for at least another hour, so I wasn't worried badly about getting caught. A wicked smile curled up on my face and I reached for my remote. Time to crank the twins up hard and make this place stink like a tiger's pussy. A big pussy. Even my girlfriend said so! Off came the panties and the bits of pad I'd used to sop up the excess, the whole mess hitting the tiles with a soft plop. Have to remember those...I heard one of the coaches had a thing for sniffing panties. As well as a thing for the younger boys. What a fuckin' creep...

I stopped and fumbled around. What...where... It suddenly became painfully clear the Twins had stopped buzzing. They were dead.

I'd lost the remote. All I had left were the wires that ran down into my holes, hanging down like strings. I panicked. That was an expensive vibrator! Like fifty bucks! I'd saved for weeks to be able to afford something that could run all day and get me off almost as well as Sunshine, and there I'd gone and lost it. It was almost enough to make me cry then and there and kind of took the edge off my heat. Kinda. A little, maybe.

There was a tap at the stall door. Someone must have slipped in while I was wrapped up trying to find the remote. I didn't really give a fuck. If I was gonna have to lose the Twins, I'd do it in privacy, dammit. "Occupied!"

Another tap. Two of them. "I said there's someone in here!"

"No no no no that's okay!. Miss Clarice was, um, she was really worried about you. Are you...are you okay?" The voice was soft, accented--English or something? I don't know, and it didn't sound familiar. I see a pair of feet under the stall door and a bit of red flashing through the crack by the latch, but that didn't tell me anything special. All our uniforms were red!

I sucked in my breath and held on for a second, trying with all my might to calm down. It wasn't working too well--I was goddamned frustrated by just about everything and sitting right on the edge of a damn nice orgasm, the kind that a pair of fingers just won't get you. "I'm...perfectly...fine!" I slapped my forehead. There's no way the girl would think I was okay, and before too long I'd have some teacher in here checking up on me and trying to get my mom on the phone for all the good it'd do them. She was probably unconscious on tranquilizers by now after a thirty-hour shift.

I heard a rustling, and a paper bag slid under the door. "It's-it's okay...I'll cover for you--you had something bad for lunch. D-don't be too long, okay?" And she was gone, just like that. I never got a chance to say anything.

I picked up the bag. Whatever was wrapped up in the cheap brown paper, it was kind of heavy. Felt a little like a bottle. A bottle of what, though? Strange women were slipping me packages in the bathroom like something out of a bad story on the Internet, geeze. What next, having an orgy in the hallway?

I gave in and pulled the secret surprise out of the bag. Oh of course.

It was a vibrator, one of those special 'rabbit' ones that were meant to get at all angles at once--if you couldn't get off while this thing tickled your clit you probably needed to go get your vagina serviced because it obviously wasn't working. My cheeks were probably burning red by now just from checking the gizmo-splitter out. It was a beast of a fake cock too, a good nine inches long at least, good for getting into those itches in the back. Hey, don't look at me that way. I'm gay but I still like being penetrated and stuffed full. I just don't like it when it's a real boy doing it.

I don't know who my mysterious benefactor was, but she had fine taste in sex toys. Hell, she'd even gone and lubed it up for me some. Not that I really needed it--just a gentle push against my soaking pussy spread the puffy folds open like a pamphlet; the first inches went in with ease. I had to bite down on my lip not to cry out as the slick plastic pushed on raw, worn down nerves and made me come right there. But it was a little one, a little firecracker behind the eyes that gives makes your belly flutter but not much more. And after watching Miss Clarice shake her fabulous ass in front of me for two hours, I needed more than just a flutter.

My fingers fumbled on the vibe, looking for the switches. Focusing on it was hard, and that's me making a stupid pun. My ears were ringing, the blood rushing through my head so hard I couldn't hear. I can't deny I probably made some damn stupid sounds as I rocked that silicon fuckstick into my pussy a little harder, letting my hips adjust to the thickness. It wasn't a horsecock or anything ridiculous like that --a quarter of the guys back in class had more than this in their jocks--but damn if it didn't hit my twitchy lady-parts in just the right way.

There was a soft click. I'm fairly sure at that point I climbed the walls and my eyes rolled back in my head, but everything's a little fuzzy. The vibration kicked in, churning my guts like butter as the motor went to town, banging the tight muscles of my cunny into jelly. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even quite get my lungs to work. And inside my wobbly, gooey brain, afghan hounds danced around like giggling sexpots out of some kind of terrible porno flick. But one, the best one, the one who wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing was paying attention to me. It wasn't my hands on the sex toy; they were hers, long fingers with perfectly trimmed claws painted tiger orange pumping the fake dick in and out of me, cunny-honey sticking to her fingertips when they got too close. I could hear her voice in the distance, dreamy and vague. I couldn't make any of it out, but her smile said everything. I could have stayed there and watched her work me over forever, those soft cantaloupe tits with big chocolate nipples on top bouncing like balloons.

She smiled up at me, the tip of her tongue on her lips, and rocked the second switch into place. There's a reason they call a 'rabbit' that--there's an end, smaller, that sits right on your clit, with two finger-things that look like rabbit ears. I've had a rabbit eat me out, and I can tell you, they don't work anything like the toy does. They're both special in their own ways, but that's a story for another time. That one easy motion--just a glide of your thumb over the surface--had turned on the other buzz-box, pressed right up against the thick part Sunshine loved to catch in her lips and suck on for hours. One day I was going to get it pierced, she told me. A big, sweet clit like that needed jewelry to show everyone just how wonderful it was. Probably my birthday present this year...

I cracked to reality when my ass hit the floor just in time for the tsunami to crest over the beach and come slamming down on me with full force. Every limb shook like my bones had melted, and I lost control of the toy as it skittered across the tiles. It didn't matter. Three fingers immediately took its place, jammed inside my pussy and thrusting for all they were worth. I had to prolong the hot rush of pleasure even as my arms tried to shut themselves down and my feet kicked at the floor. And in my brain, all fogged up by me just being a horny fucking girl in the midst of orgasm, was Clarice, helping me along and whispering in my ears.

Finally. Finally it was over. All I could do was lie there and pant, trying to recover a little bit of control over myself. I hadn't come like that, not by myself, not from any toy. But I don't believe it was the vibrator's doing. It was the best women that had ever stumbled into my life that had filled me up and madeit _possible_to come so hard I bruised myself.

Slowly but surely, things came back into focus. But voices didn't fade. They got clearer.

"...please, hurry, David. I am worried she has had a seizure!"

"Calm down, Missus Beaulieu. I'm'a have this thing open soon's I can."

I tried to lift up and put my weight against the stall door but I couldn't move. I couldn't even say anything to tell them I was perfectly alright. Hell, I was better than alright.

The door came open with the sound of metal on metal as Dave the janitor took the latch apart. And there was Miss Clarice, staring at me, one hand in front of her mouth and eyes wide. Dave was her mirror image, smiling and shaking his head. I had to look like a complete fucking disaster, tangled on the floor with my snatch hanging out like it was a member of the family. 'Hi there, I'm Pussy! I just came! ...by to say hi!'

"Ah...David? Could you leave us be for a moment, yes?" Dave nodded and slipped out of the room, jingling his keys and whistling a jaunty little tune as he went. The raccoon had seen damn near everyone in the entire senior class naked (and more) at least once. But he kept it to himself and the kids who were old enough. No one cared--he was a perv but most of us were.

Clarice bent down near me, adjusting her skirt a little to let her get further down. Her face was all worry and concern. I'd seen that on my mother's face a couple of times when things were at their worst, and sometimes on Sunshine's when I was having one of my moments of self-doubt and was all weepy.

"It is okay, dear. When you missed the bell and I too have been in this situation, yes." She put her palm against the back of my head, and I leaned my head back. I wanted to ask her what the hell she meant--was she trying to tell me something? Her accent made all the words a little more romantic, and her perfume was making my head swim...did...she...did she...did she want me?

"Why, just the week past Emile was in the most unpleasant state after we partook of Taco Shack. How you young people eat such things I shall never know!"

I swear something cracked in my brain. She thought I had food poisoning. Even with the constant ticking of the vibrator against the tiles, she honestly and truly believed that. I just stared at her, speechless. What do you say to that?

Up she went, smiling like the sun staring down on the bleakest corner of the earth and not seeing a single thing out of place. "You should thank little Minette when next you see her. Now, up up. I will help you clean up, and then we shall see that you get home, yes?"

I didn't actually see her go. I was gobstruck, sitting there stewing in my own juices and trying to be comfortable on a cold and probably disgusting floor. I rubbed a hand over the back of my head, wincing. Must have bounced it off the stall wall...

"I h-hope it was...okay?" My eyes flicked up and caught the softest blue pair I'd ever seen, hard to see behind a mussed-up mop of hair in about eight different colors. The girl attached looked like she'd been shrinking inside her clothes, or maybe she'd grabbed the wrong bag after gym class. Her blouse was hanging from her shoulders and her fingertips were just barely there. If I didn't know better, I'd say the poor red thing just a skeleton under a mass of rainbow hair and cotton fabric.

"W...what? What was okay?"" I lifted up and sat on the toilet seat, rubbing my face, sputtering as it smeared sticky schmutz around my cheeks.

Two tiny black hand held up the vibrator from the blazer's sleeves. It positively dwarfed all ten fingers and both palms, and I seriously wondered how she could lift it. "Bruno. Y-you were so frustrated I had...I had to help." I could barely make out the line of a smile.

"You brought...that?" She nodded, or at least her hair moved in a way I guessed was a nod. "Are you...Minette?" Another nod. "Th...anks?" How do you respond to a girl who's loaned you a sex toy and given you a most righteous orgasm? I hadn't rehearsed that script.

"I'm glad you liked it." She was calmer and a little steadier as she hugged Bruno the vibrating dildo against her softly. "I'm sorry, though."

"Sorry? For what?"

There was the tiniest giggle, like a fairy was fluttering around my head laughing at some kind of fairy joke. "Bruno is my smallest toy. I thought he might not be enough."

"S-s-smallest? But...you're like a twig! How could you possibly..."

"Ah ah ah. A magician never reveals her tricks." She put her finger against her mouth and 'shhhed' me before prancing out of the bathroom.

I made a note to myself to make sure Sunshine wasn't slipping happy pills into my sodas again.