Cherrywood middle school. For Jackie, this was the start of a brand new adventure, and she couldn't be more excited.

This was her first day in a new school. At the tender age of 8, her parents had moved across the country to a completely different town, so that her father could live closer to his new job that netted them a better income and, by extension, a better state of living. Jackie had initially been a little apprehensive about moving, but the truth of the matter was that she hadn't made very many friends in her previous school. A fresh start in a new place was the perfect time to make new friends-- at least, that's what her mom told her.

From their house, it had only been a short walk towards the middle school, and one thing became particularly clear when they arrived: it wasn't just one school, but two-- both the middle and high school levels had been merged into one large building, presumably to cut costs and provide more access for students in the towns over. The first thing Jackie thought was how huge the building was: it towered over her, looming, and she almost felt a sense of dread that was quickly overwhelmed by her bubbling excitement. She wondered what new people she would meet and who she'd be friends with first.

"You ready?" He mother asked, crouching down so that she was level with the 8 year old bunny's height. Jackie beamed and nodded fervently, and her mother reached out to pinch her cheeks and wrap her in a quick, affectionate hug. With that, she straightened up and gestured Jackie to go-- the rabbit girl bounded up the steps to the building's entrance, turning briefly at the top to wave to her mom before heading inside.

'This is so exciting!', She thought, briefly squealing to herself and wiggling on the spot before adjusting her backpack straps, stepping further into a large lobby. She vaguely remember what her mom told her on the way here, that the middle school was on the left hand side of the building and she'd need to go to classroom 12-D for home-room. Jutting her chin out and puffing herself up with determination, Jackie bounded off in the direction of the left hand side of the room, her eyes focused on the large corridor that lead to the west wing. She wormed through various students until she was hugging the left hand wall, making her way along.

As she turned the corner to head down the corridor, however, her vision was blurred by the sight of a black blazer and white button-up shirt. She bumped into whoever was in front of her and cried out, stumbling backwards from the force and falling on her behind, rubbing her temple. She pouted and parted her hands to see who it was she'd accidentally bumped into, only to find that they, too, had stumbled and fallen over from the force of their collision. A welling pit of guilt spread through Jackie's stomach and a bubbling anxiety rose up towards her throat.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't see you..." She blurted out, and the other girl she'd knocked over raised her head, brushing the short crop of hair from around her eyes, anger making her nostrils flare, her pupils brimming with fury. She was older than Jackie, at least by a good 5 years-- her uniform was different from Jackie's own, which could only mean she was in high school, whilst Jackie was in middle school. The younger rabbit visibly withered under the older girl's penetrating gaze, but at the sight of Jackie's innocent eyes and slender features, the older girl paused, her lips stretching into a wicked and sinister grin.

"It's okay," The teenager bluntly replied, getting to her feet and dusting off her blazer and skirt, before reaching out a hand. "No harm done. You okay?"

Jackie hesitated, before reaching out and taking that hand. The older girl helped to pull her up and Jackie dusted herself down, making sure she was in order as the teen looked her up and down. The rabbit surmised that Jackie was the new girl in school who'd joined in the middle of the year, and she licked her lips with anticipation.

"You're the new girl, right?" She began with a wide smile. "What's your name?"

"Um...Jackie." The 8 year old replied, glancing around her. Why were the other students avoiding them? When she tried to meet their gaze, they averted their own, which caused Jackie to frown. It was odd...

"I'm Celeste," The teen reached out her hand, clasping Jackie's own and giving it a shake to introduce herself. "You know, since you're new...it must be kinda confusing, right? The school, where you need to go, how things work..."

"Um...I guess so!" Jackie agreed, anxiously shuffling on her feet. With a smile, Celeste patted her shoulder.

"Come find me at recess," She insisted. "We'll have recess at the same time. I'll be over by the bleachers-- that's near the soccer field. Don't keep me waiting, okay?"

"O...Okay!" Jackie agreed as Celeste stepped away from her, heading across the lobby. The older girl turned briefly to wave over at her, before she joined a group of other girls, heading off in the opposite direction to where Jackie needed to do. The 8 year old lingered awkwardly for a moment before turning, barely able to contain her excitement. Had she already made a new friend? That was quick!

It didn't take her long to find her home room, and after a quick introduction from her tutor, she was given her class schedule and a representative to tell her where everything was. The first two classes were a blur of learning and talking. Many people wanted to know about her and so she told them about her mom and dad, and why they'd moved. Some questions were a little more personal than others, such as asking how much her dad made, or if she had any siblings, but she still did her best to respond. Before she knew it, it was already recess, signalled by the ringing bell that echoed throughout the school. She followed the students out onto a tarmac playground that lacked any sort of fencing. 

The tarmac formed a large, imposing square that was enough to house a good few students, and was adorned with things such as swings, slides, and other park-related things to play on. Beyond the tarmac lay a long, rolling field of grass and in the distance sat two large sets of wooden bleachers, presumably for watching soccer-- Jackie could even see the metal goalposts and the nets attached to them. Not many kids were making their way over, and Jackie had to wonder why for a moment, though she was still determined to make her way over. She briskly walked across the tarmac onto the grass, taking her time as she passed a couple of other odd students sitting on the grass, talking amongst themselves. Her heart pounded in her chest-- she was both nervous and excited, partly because the girl she was about to meet was much older than her. She was practically a stranger, even if she had been nice.

At first, Jackie didn't see her, and she lingered by the closest set of bleachers to the school, nervously looking through the rows of seats in case Celeste was hiding-- yet, all of them were empty. Finally, however, something caught her eye: at the other seats on the opposite side of the soccer field, she could see someone waving at her at the base of the seats, right at the back. Jackie quickly made her way over and as she grew closer, she began to make out the rabbit's features, her short hair and mixture of cream and brown fur-- it was Celeste.

"There you are." The teen beamed as Jackie drew closer, and lead her around the back of the seats, in between the metal scaffolding that kept the back seats at their highest. There, in the shape of the wood and metal above, the two bunnies had some privacy. Jackie had no reason to be afraid, not when Celeste was smiling at her so sweetly.

She was wrong.

"So, you need to know how this school works..." Celeste began, approaching her until she was mere inches away from the younger girl. "There's a single golden rule you need to know."

"What's t--" Jackie began, but before she could finish her sentence, Celeste's hands shot out and shoved her, pushing her to the ground. Jackie cried out in surprise as her behind hit the dirt harshly, sending a spark of displeasure up her spine. She tentatively began to sniffle, but even her distress was cut off by Celeste, who grabbed Jackie's long, wavy pink hair, tugging harshly to force Jackie into an upright position.

"I'm the one who runs this school," Celeste spat with venom, her face twisted into one of malice. "And little bitches like you need to learn to respect me."

"I-I'm sorry! I'll be good!" Jackie insisted, whimpering as Celeste tugged her hair again, pulling the younger girl up until Jackie found her footing and began to stand. Celeste glared her down, looking her up and down, taking in her features. She reached out and pulled at the buttons of Jackie's shirt, yanking until the top two buttons ripped under her pressure. With another sharp yank, the other buttons followed suit, tearing Jackie's shirt apart to reveal her young chest: her fur, a mixture of rich violets and indigos, formed something akin to a heart shape that sat around her chest and arms, curving into points down her stomach and around her collarbone. Her forearms were striped with lighter shades of purple, much lik her ears, and her chest was budding, yet not yet developed: she only had the beginnings of two pillowy mounds, which Celeste made a point of fondling with one hand, playing with one of them as Jackie's cheeks grew flushed and her eyes teary.

"With little boobs like these, you'll never catch the eye of any man." Celeste ribbed, deliberately insulting her in a way that Jackie didn't even understand, considering she was only 8. She squirmed in Celeste's grip, reaching up to try and ease the teen girl's hand away from her hair, where she pulled at the roots, threatening to rip it from her scalp. Celeste's lips twisted into something of disgust and she abruptly pushed down, forcing the bunny onto her knees, where her long white socks became speckled with mud and the hem of her skirt draped over the grass.

Jackie raised her head, eyes teary from such tormenting abuse, but she halted when Celeste stood in front of her, the older girl's free hand dipping down to raise her skirt and reveal the pink-ish panties beneath. Jackie couldn't exactly make out any sort of shape, but she knew what was beneath that fabric, for she had one of her own. She squirmed within Celeste's grip, but there was no way to stop the teen girl from forcing her head towards that crotch, and in a matter of moments Jackie's nose and lips met with Celeste's crotch. A heated warmth, contrasting the cool breeze, spread across the 8 year old's muzzle and she felt her cheeks flush with the realisation of where that warmth came from. Her mom always told her that no-one should touch her naughty spot, yet here Celeste was, forcing Jackie to touch hers!

"Lick it." The teen demanded, deliberately pushing her hips forwards to smear her clothed mound against the girl's muzzle, and Jackie let out something of a protesting whimper, shaking her head and trying to pull away. Celeste's grip on her hair, however, was simply too firm and tight for her to break free, and each tug and yank made her head sting. Though she didn't want to do what Celeste was demanding of her, she soon realised there was no way around it. Jackie was forced to obey, and after a moment or two she parted her lips, pressing her small, delicate tongue against the teen's mound.

Celeste sighed quietly and rolled her head back as the sensation of something than her own familiar fingers touched with her young, budding entrance, albeit through panties. Jackie's tongue dampened the fabric of her garments, but that heated seemed through against her mildly aroused lips, and despite her obvious dominating personality, Celeste squirmed on the spot and let out a gentle moan. Jackie wasn't experienced with her tongue, but that was fine-- just the feel of it alone was enough to stir something within Celeste and make her hungry for more.

As Jackie licked and sniffled, hands clutching the dirt, Celeste moved her hand from the hem of her own skirt towards the panties itself, briefly getting in the way of the 8 year old's obedient tongue. The teen's digits met with the leghole of her underwear and she tugged it to the side, subtly yet clearly exposing her loins for the younger girl to lick. Celeste held the panties aside and pushed her hips forwards whilst simultaneously tugging Jcakie down against her entrance, and the young bunny did as she was told, scrunching her eyes up as she dragged her small tongue along Celeste's plump-ish lower lips, tasting flesh and fur, along with the hint of something else. Celeste's fierce pushing gave Jackie very little room to explore with her tongue, and at most it forced the 8 year old's wet appendage to slide into the moist, aroused entrance, touching with the deep, intimate parts of the teen's body.

"Yeah, that's it..." Celeste muttered under her breath, grinning to herself as he began to grind her hips, slowly and carefully gyrating against the 8 year old's mouth. She didn't necessarily need too-- Jackie's tongue on its own was doing wonders for her inexperienced body-- but something about deliberately smearing her aroused pussy against the cub's face was getting her going too. The combination of desire and the hungry need to dominate the younger girl was making her a lot braver than usual. Jackie obediently stayed still, tears trickling down her cheeks as she lapped at the entrance whenever it came close enough, her scalp aching from Celeste's grip still tugging at her roots. Her hands trembled against the dirt and she wondered if the girl was going to let her go when it was all over-- if it ever ended, that is. For Jackie, this was an entirely new experience, and she hadn't yet been taught the wonders of sexual education. She had no idea why Celeste wanted her to do this.

Celeste began to groan with a slightly greater intensity, rolling her hips back and forth until she was roughly and forcefully grinding and mashing her entrance against Jackie's tongue and lips, occasionally rubbing up towards her nose as her breath grew low and heavy and her cheeks became flushed with lust. No longer was she caring for whether she was going overboard-- all she wanted was to coax out more and more of that pleasure that Jackie's tongue was giving her. With each gyration and thrust, a spike of pure bliss shot up her spine that encouraged her to push harder and fiercer, to apply more pressure and get more out of it-- and all Jackie could do was endure, letting out whimpers as the hard pushing of Celeste's pussy against her face became almost uncomfortable.

"Good girl..." Celeste panted, loosening her grip on Jackie's hair and leaning forwards, propping her hand on one of the supporting poles for the seats above as she lifted her legs, folding it around Jackie's neck and squeezing her head up against the teen's pussy. Jackie squirmed at first but realised she had no real leverage or strength to push her off and so endured once more, sniffling quietly.

"If you keep licking, then I'm gonna..." Celeste bower her head, her short hair falling around her cheeks as she groaned, low and sensual, her body trembling from a sudden, intense sensation. Jackie wasn't sure what was happening at first, but after a moment or two, a taste hit her tongue like no other, so vile and gross that she snapped her tongue back and let out a muffled cry. Liquid, easily identifiable as urine, sloshed against her lips as Celeste groaned again, tightening her leg around Jackie's neck to pull her closer.

"Swallow!" She roughly demanded. "Or you don't want to know what'll happen next..."

Jackie was too scared to refuse her, parting her lips and letting the liquid pool into her mouth. She was hit with the bitter taste once more and recoiled, curling her fingers against the dirt, before she began to quickly swallow, hoping she might be able to avoid its taste if she glugged it down as quickly as possible. Celeste was filled with a glorious sensation, amused beyond belief that she had managed to get such a young girl to drink her piss. The other girls would have a field day if they found out!

The sheer size of Celeste's bladder capacity in comparison to Jackie's small mouth quickly made it clear that Jackie wouldn't be able to swallow it all, and the piss inevitably dripped from her lips, trickling down her chin and neck and onto her chest, staining her plain white shirt and wetting her skirt, until the urine soaked into the dirt beneath her. It lasted for what felt like an eternity, until Jackie's belly felt full with the bully's urine and her front was thoroughly soaked. The steady stream of pee eventually petered out into a fine trickle, and then do only a few drops. Celeste pulled back, adjusting her panties and unhooking her leg as she admired the downtrodden, bullied bunny girl, covered in piss and mud.

"If anyone asks..." Celeste began, kicking out with her foot and pushed Jackie onto her back on the floor, deliberately smearing the pee into her fur, making sure she was meticulously stained. "You're my little bunny bitch. Make sure you tell 'em. Got it?"

Jackie sniffled and nodded, covering her face with her hands in the event the girl kicked her again. Celeste stared daggers down at her before she smirked, leaning forwards briefly to tentatively sniff the air. She stepped back and waved her hand in an effort to disperse the scent, before chuckling to herself and turning away from the girl.

"Get the hell out of here. If you even breathe a word of this to the teachers, it won't just be pee next time. I've got a few boy friends who wouldn't mind joining in..." She warned, and Jackie trembled with fear, still laying on the floor. She eventually registered what Celeste had said and scrabbled to her feet, trying to tug the shirt closed as she turned, running across the grass away from the bully and back towards the school, all the while Celeste's bellowing laughter echoing across the field.

Why? Why was Celeste so mean to her? She hadn't done anything wrong. She was new, she wanted to make friends...was it because she bumped into her and made her stumble? But she'd already apologised for that! Jackie could barely see through the tears as she sprinted across the grass, eventually meeting tarmac. She weaved through several students who muttered and talked about her as she sped past them. She only caught a few words: 'smell', 'boobs' and 'Celeste'. It was evident that Celeste's reputation preceded her-- it was no wonder people avoided them in the lobby earlier that day.

Jackie did the only thing she could think to do, and went to the girl's bathroom. At least there she could try and wash her front and making her shirt, if at all possible. She made her way through the crowd, opting to use her backpack to cover herself as she tried to find the restroom-- and, after avoiding some teachers on the way, she eventually found it. She slipped inside and closed the door, breathing a sigh of relief when it turned out to be empty.

In the privacy of herself, she trudged to the sinks that sat beneath a long, wall-wide mirror and plopped her bag down, running the tap. She stared at herself in the mirror: her eyes were teary and red, her fur muddy, her hair dishevelled and all over the place. Her shirt, once immaculate, was ripped and torn and lacked any sort of buttons, and her purple fur was vividly tinted yellow all down her front and around her lips. Her skirt glistened with moisture and the smell was unbearable. For what wasn't the first time that day, Jackie bowed her head and began to cry.

She didn't get even 2 minutes of privacy before she heard the door to the bathroom creak open. There was no avoiding whoever her entered, for the door to the restroom was directly adjacent to the sinks. Jackie froze in place when a girl stepped inside and saw her, and the other girl also stopped, eyes wide.

"S...Sorry." The other girl, a feline of comparably similar age, maybe a year or two above, averted her gaze. Jackie was briefly captivated by the other girl's golden brown fur colours and locks of flowing blonde hair, before she realised how indecent she looked. Jackie quickly ran her hands under the tap and began to splash it on herself, hoping to clean up as quickly as possible-- but the stains were coming out, and she didn't have another shirt to wear. What was she going to do?

"Hey," The girl began awkward, approaching her from the side and caushing Jackie to wince. "...Are you okay? You were crying just now, right?"

The 8 year old bowed her head again and felt her tears moisten once more. She sniffled and nodded as a sob ripped through her along with a pitiful feeling of shame and embarrassment. To her surprise however, she felt a hand on her outermost shoulder, pulling her close. It wasn't rough or firm-- but gentle, soft and inviting, like the kind of hugs her mom gave. She wasnted to do nothing else but bawl, but the older girl's warm, encouraging squeeze coupled with Jackie's own dirty front forced her to compose herself, at least a little.

"A...A girl bullied me." She knew she wasn't meant to tell the teachers what happened, but that didn't mean she couldn't tell another student. The feline grimaced, setting her own backpack down next to Jackie's own.

"Celeste, huh?" The feline dryly commented, noticing Jackie's torn shirt and dirty front. "Yeah, this looks like her handiwork..."

"I-It wont come out." Jackie sniffled, and the feline soothed her with a gentle shushing, reaching for her bag. She rummaged towards the bottom and picked out a clear plastic bottle with a nozzle on the top. Jackie caught sight of the name on the label and frowned.

"Why do you have hand soap in your bag?" She giggled through her sniffling and the feline groaned under her breath, placing it near the taps of the sink.

"My mom makes me carry it around. She says she's a 'neat freak'," The girl replied. "Take off your skirt. We'll wash it in the sink."

Jackie was apprehensive, but the girl was kind, and so she obliged. She peeled off most of her clothing but remained in her underwear, awkwardly covering her chest as the feline placed the skirt in the sink and squirted the soap onto it, primarily around the front. She unabashedly smeared the soap right into the pee stains and scrubbed for a moment, before rinsing the water over the top and washing her hands at the same time.

"Okay, now for your fur...this is gonna be messy." The girl remarked, taking the handsoap and liberally applying some to her hands, before rubbing it against Jackie's chest. The 8 year old silently watched her scrub it into her fur from her chin and neck down to just above her pelvis, until the soap lathered and bubbled through her fur. Then, the feline scooped water into her palms and splashed it over Jackie's front, trying to wash the soap off. The bunny looked relieved when she saw that the yellowish stains had faded significantly, and the bitter smell was replaced by the aroma of lavender and citrus fruits.

"That's gonna have to do for your front...any more and there'll be water everywhere." The feline grimaced, taking care to lift their bags up, placing them on an adjacent dry sink.

"Um...thank you," Jackie began awkwardly, looking down at her feet. "I'm Jackie. What's your name?"

"Olivia," The feline replied with a smile, pulling Jackie's skirt from the sink and making her way over to the blow dryer. "Go into my bag. I think I have a spare T-Shirt in there from P.E."

Jackie obediently looked inside and pulled out a white T-Shirt, lacking any sort of logo or markings. She gave it a tentative sniff, but could smell nothing but the hand soap on her body along with a faint perfume-esque deodorant. She draped it across the bag for a moment whilst she readjusted her hair, trying to pat it down.

"Here..." Olivia appeared beside her after a moment, holding up the damp skirt. "Not quite dry...Oh, uh, go stand under the blow dryer."

"Okay..." Jackie responded, stepping behind her and moving over. It was loud and obnoxious, but the heat of the warm air from the dryer, normally used to dry hands, helped to remove some of the moisture from her body-- the rest would dry on its own. She only lingered for a minute or two, occasionally twisting to dry another part of herself, before she returned to Olivia, who handed her the skirt. Jackie slipped it on and buttoned it into place, before tugging on the spare T-Shirt.

"There...that's better." Olivia looked relieved. "My shirts a little big on you but it'll do."

"Um..." Jackie began. "Won't the teachers get mad that I'm not wearing a uniform?"

"They might...but my mom is a teacher here, so I'll tell her what happened," Olivia assured her. "She should be okay with you borrowing the shirt, and if you get in trouble she might be able to help."

"T...Thank you, Olivia." Jackie looked embarrassed, but she was incredibly grateful. She barrelled forwards and wrapped the feline in a hug, squeezing tight. Olivia awkwardly giggled, but returned to embrace with a quick squeeze. The bell rang from outside the bathroom to signal the end of recess and the two retreated from one-another, aware that they had to get back to class.

"Look," Olivia began, placing the soap in her back and scooping it up, slinging it over her shoulder. "I can't help you with Celeste. She's a mean girl and the teachers turn a blind eye before her Dad runs the school board. But please tell a teacher or something, okay? I promise they're nice. I'll even tell my mom."

"N-No!" Jacking insisted. "I don't wanna get in trouble...and I don't want Celeste to hurt me again."

Olivia faltered and sighed, patting the bunny girl's head and ruffling her hair. Though she were only 2 years older than Jackie, she was significantly taller by at least a handful of inches.

"Jackie..." The feline looked sad. "She'll hurt you anyway. Celeste's so mean."

"She is..." Jackie didn't want to relive the memory of what Celeste did to her, but she had a feeling she'd never scrub it from her mind. Olivia watched her for a moment, teetering on her feet. She looked like she wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words out.

"Hey..." Olivia began. "Why don't you wait for me at the entrance after school? Is your mom coming to pick you up?"

"Uh-huh." Jackie nodded.

"Then I can wait with you. It'll be less scary then, right?" The feline suggested, and Jackie blushed, looking down at her feet.

"O-Okay." She agreed, but felt bashful about it. With a wry smile, Olivia pulled open the bathroom door and gestured.

"C'mon, let's get to class." She encouraged, and Jackie quickly followed after her. The two headed down the hall and talked at length, but inevitably split off to go to their separate classes. Jackie was a little anxious without the safety of Olivia beside her, but she knew she'd come around at the end of school.

At least what Jackie thought earlier in the day still rung true: despite it all, she'd made a friend on her first day.