"Hello class, and enjoy your Dr Fuzz. (tm) and your Everlastoids (R), guaranteed to keep your breath fresh and your fangs clean, while lasting 30% longer than other chewing gums. Also no chewing during class, you know the deal, wait for the break."

The class chuckled. The school had to jump through some moral hoops ever since the chewing gum manufacturer had joined the school's sponsors. Previously these items had been banned, now the school was trying to find a wriggle-way between promoting the product and keeping class discipline. That also led to some funny jokes about a certain competing product, of course only when none of the brand ambassadors would hear it.

"Now we discussed last week, our school employs a revisiting syllabus, where we cover all the same topics we did two years ago again, but with more depth than last time. Who remembers what that would be?" "Yes? Melanie."

"Last time after we covered hunting methods, we did field dressing and eating our prey next."

Marik, a fox like his sister that had previously answered remembered that lesson well. It had been the second time a teacher had brought a herbivore in class. The first time had been a clueless but cute little doe who had had no idea what was going on. Half the class had felt sorry for her. The teacher had needed to encourage and guide them quite a lot to harvest her correctly, but then she'd been really tasty. The second time around had been a mess of guts and blood but no fun because Bill who'd been the class bully killed the sheep boy way too quickly. He also hadn't tasted nearly as good, so Marik really hoped this would be more like the first time. Except... well, older now, he had quite a few much more naughty ideas.

"Exactly. Anatomy. Now as you can see we don't have a guest here yet. So why we wait for our colleague, Madam Smith to be here shortly, why don't you tell me what you remember about last time."

"Ehm... No killing before the teacher says so?"

The class laughed, which earned Marik a stern glance from the teacher.

"Not unless you desperately want to have a meeting with the principal for ruining the lesson. What else?"

"The leg meat last longer than the inner organs?" a wolverine girl suggested

"Correct Alice, but only when deskinned and dried correctly."

There was a bit of commotion on the aisle outside the classroom. Everyone turned their heads.

"Ouch! Let go of me, I can walk by myself you stupid cow." The angry voice of a girl could be heard, followed by growling and snarling of someone who was clearly an adult. Then the door opened and an obviously aggravated Madam Smith pushed a gazelle girl into the classroom, her hands cuffed together. She stumbled, but didn't fall. Instead, she turned and glared back at the female coyote who had her teeth bared at her in a snarl, before she turned towards the class teacher.

"I'm terribly sorry for the delay. Beware, she's a troublemaker, they seemed to be really glad to get rid of her over there." The other teacher warned Mr Bernhard, then turned and closed the door sharply.

The class stared at the gazelle, who was pretty much the opposite of both the clueless doe, or the scared-to-death sheep boy they had had in the years before. She was wearing jeans shorts and a short tank top that kept her belly fur exposed. Someone in the back whistled, which caused her to look up.

She faced the entire class, some watched her with hungry eyes, some with lust, some curious, some looking at her with the appreciation for the bold troublemaker who stands up to teachers even on a day like this.

"So you are the scary predator class they always warn us from, huh?" She asked boldly, playing down whatever fear she might have felt inside. She tried to smirk at her joke, but there was a hint of fear. An ever so slight trembling.

"Well, if I may introduce, Class seven B, meet Sylvia. At least this year we won't have too many issues with stage freight. Do you know why you're here, Sylvia?"

The teacher tried to take back the stage.

"I think I had too much guts for your colleagues to handle, so they sent me here for you to get to know me inside out or something." Sylvia joked, a line that she seemed to have rehearsed but that still had the intended effect on impressing the class. She subconsciously grasped her belly, which hinted at these guts inside with the typical slight plumpness of young prey animals. A look that promised her to be lean but firm and juicy inside.

Marik couldn't help but lick his lips, but at the same time he had to admit he found the bold prey girl quite cool. He had a feeling she'd be fun to hang out if she weren’t happening to be food.

Someone hooted, another boy whistled.

"Now that you know each other, I think we can do this properly this year and also practice how to catch prey. Let's do this civilized and be quiet to not disturb the other classes. Sylvia, if you would please come with us."

"I don't really have a choice, do I?" the girl asked.

"No, but if you cooperate I can take the cuffs off later. They are old enough for a real challenge."

"Deal!" her eyes lit up. Marik wondered if she was hoping to escape. If so, she was up for an unpleasant surprise, they were heading for the inner schoolyard. There was a small playground in the middle, but it was surrounded on all 4 sides by the multi story brick building they had lessons in. The only escape was back into the school, but of course the doors would be locked.

The fox was walking with his sister, as the whole class followed the teacher and their guest. The trip was mostly silent. Of course there was chatter but it wasn't so loud that the coyote had to intervene. Obviously the foxes were no exception.

"You think she's hot?" Melanie could be very direct. Marik blushed. "Kinda... why?"

"Cause I think she was getting moist when she looked at all of us back there."

He blushed even more. Great, now he had to deal with a boner in his pant's on top of everything. And she noticed of course. Being in the same class as his sis wasn't easy. To make it worse, his conflicting desires now made him imagine what the gazelle's sex would taste like.

Sylvia's eyes darted across the enclosed courtyard, and it was quite obvious that she must have had delusions about getting away, which had just been crushed. But she still smiled weakly, although less confident. The teacher kept his word, he removed her shackles, after the whole class had gathered in a semi circle around them.

"There you go. Now, you remember the lesson about hunting without weapons. Who wants to try and catch our guest? Of course we’ll be polite and give her a little head start."

Sylvia used the opportunity to rub her wrists and step a few feet away from the teacher then glanced back.

"Me. I'll catch her."

Mike of course. He was a lion, and he was technically a nice guy, except that he had an ego the size of a school bus. Sylvia giggled as the teacher nodded at the lion, who promptly started running towards her. The gazelle halfheartedly made a few steps away but within seconds the lion boy was upon her and grabbed her by the shirt.

"I got her!" Mike roared triumphantly. Which earned him cheers from the class, and a dismissive frown from his prey. "Nah, you don't." She answered grinning, and rammed her fist into his guts.

Mike dropped like a bag of potatoes, whimpering and holding his belly, accompanied by even more cheering and hollering from the class. The teacher was the only one that came to his help.

"As you see class. You should never underestimate prey. Especially not prey your size and age or stronger. If you aren't careful and your prey defends herself, well, that counts as a hunting accident. And if you end up on the floor and can't move, and have no close friends nearby, you're gonna make new friends real quick. Ravens, vultures, hyenas... I used to teach the scavenger class, there's an easy test they are taught. If someone doesn't run away when you try and pluck their eyes out, they count as food and you can eat them. Now Mike here isn't food yet, he only got a bruise, right?” He asked threateningly, before adding in a more comforting tone “Take deep breaths, and don't curl, try to get up. slowly”

Mike was aided by the teacher and tried to get the wind back into his lungs. He gave the prey girl a deeply insulted, angry glare but made no more attempts to run after her. By far the worst bruise he had sustained was obviously to his pride.

Melanie and Marik glanced at each other, then both started running towards Sylvia without warning.

"Hey! No fair!" She complained, running away for real now.

"Excellent move. Hunting with a partner or in a pack is by far more effective than hunting solo. But next time wait until I say its your turn." The teacher commented sarcastically.

Marik chased the gazelle across the playground, but it was clear he was not going to catch the nimble long legged herbivore by running alone. Instead the two siblings slowly drove her towards the corner. She noticed of course, seeing the walls joining together behind her and tried to make a dash in between the siblings.

She almost made it. Melanie's claws missed her by an inch, but then Marik pounced and grabbed her by the wrist.

A frustrated bleat escaped her as they fell to the floor together. They wrestled, he was trying to grab both her arms and pull them together on her back, while evading her kicking legs. Then his sis joined in and grabbed her by the hocks. For a moment she fought them both, squirming, but then the fox opened his mouth and took her by the throat, just like they had been taught.

Sylvia bleated again, this time more fearful, as she felt his teeth around her neck, and his moist tongue against her throat. He felt the vibration, tasted her fear, her sweat, her juicy deliciousness. He could feel her thundering heartbeat against his tongue, while she still squirmed in his grasp, but weaker now. So tender, so vulnerable, so delicious.

Her squirming and fighting immediately ceased, as he answered every twitch with slight pressure of his teeth. A whimper escaped her, and she shivered. He could smell it her... girl juices? 

"Well done, both of you. Now don't hurt her, let's do everything slowly and by the book today, so we all can learn something. What is next?" The teacher asked.

"Removing her clothes, sir!" Melanie answered, and promptly opened the gazelle's jeans shorts button with her claws.

Marik could feel an almost inaudible moan in her throat as his own claws ripped through the girl's tank top across her back and pulled it away. Arched ever so slightly backwards, her chest pressed against his. She had no nipples there. Instead his sister exposed a soft, delicious little udder, as she pulled those jeans shorts down. There were only two teats, and they were black. The sight sent a twitch through the fox's pants. He half wanted to knead and pinch those nipples, half wanted to suckle them, and half wanted to take a hearty bite out of them and devour. Instinctively he must have squeezed his teeth together a bit more as he salivated, which caused Sylvia’s breathing to become more laborious but she also squirmed more.

His sister now removed the jeans completely, pulling them past her hooves. Her clean white panties were now exposed. Except they were also kind of soaked and clung tight to the skin between the gazelle's legs, exposing a very visible camel toe. That sight, in turn caused both blushes and some various immature remarks from the assembled class, but for certain any male who had not yet found the gazelle attractive, did now. Or at least certain body parts of them did respond.

It didn't help that the vixen bent down close to the exposed source of scent and moisture and took a deep sniff, before she ran her claw backwards over said pantie, until her claw tip got hooked on the cuff. Then she ripped through the moist fabric, slicing it to shreds with the result that the gazelle's mound was entirely exposed.

Marik felt a moan between his teeth. Sylvia’s cunny was slightly gaping, very moist, and her nether lips were twitching.  Bare, and almost completely black. Only between them there was a hint of dark pink...

"Now, class. As you saw, some prey doesn't just run away but also puts up a fight. You can still make a catch if you are cunning, lay in ambush patiently, or, like the foxes just demonstrated, through effective teamwork. But don't get complacent, just think yourself in that situation, you might be out of breath from running, or lost the fight and gave up for the moment, but when someone starts hurting you, your instincts will kick in, and you will try to fight free with all you got, wouldn't you?"

Some halfhearted murrs of agreement could be heard from the class. Most were too transfixed on the sight of the foxes playing with the gazelle. Marik now had his hand on the girl's belly and slowly let it wander south.

"What can you do to permanently subdue your prey, so its safe?" The teacher asked them.

"Bind her with rope?" the wolverine was, as usual, a quick thinker.

"Very good. Alice. Did any of you bring rope?" Mr. Bernhard asked his class.

Of course no one had.

"What else could you do?"

Mike was meanwhile back on his feet. "We could rip her guts out. That would show her." Apparently he had a bit of a grudge, he was still holding his belly. The class laughed.

Marik felt the gazelle tense slightly. With a grin, he took both her wrists in one hand, then placed his other paw on her belly and ran his claws through her fur. Just enough to have her feel the claw tips scrape over her soft belly skin, he teased all the way across, over her belly, over her sensitive little teats, until his fingers finally came to rest on the moist and very hot mound of her nethers. He felt the lips twitch and throb ever so slightly against his touch. A shiver went through her, and he momentarily let go of her throat, while his claws dug into her soft skin all around her sex, squeezing her soft skin.

His maw had left a dark, moist spot on her neck, where her fur was soaked in his saliva. But there was no blood, no injury.

For a moment their eyes met. There was fear in her gaze, but also something else. She was shivering, but then she blushed and quickly looked away. Marik's smile deepened and he squeezed her nether lips with his fingers, feeling her tremble in his grasp.

The class and the teacher didn't see how naughty the fox was. His sister stood in between and covered the action with her body, but she herself followed the gazelle's every little motion and tremor with unconstrained curiosity.

"That is definitely an option. If your prey is busy holding its guts in, it cannot run very far, that's for sure. In some cultures its even common to use the guts as ropes to bind the prey. But I would not recommend it. Opening the belly completely brings a large risk of contaminating the meat, especially outdoors. Also sometimes, prey trying to get away gets so high on adrenaline and shock, they don't even notice. Then during the struggle, the guts could get ruptured and you risk bile and other contaminants ruining the meat."

"We could just kill her." Another boy suggested.

He received boo's and negative comments from the class. Not surprising after what had happened last year.

"This is a valid and safe option, especially with dangerous prey. But once your prey is dead, it has to be processed quickly, or the meat will spoil. In the winter this is an option, if you are strong enough to carry a body all the way home. In the summer, you'd have to do field dressing on the spot, and then you might end up having to share the meat with a passerby. What else?"

Melanie stood aside, as she noticed the teacher coming closer in her peripheral vision, not without giving her brother a warning in form of a little notch with her elbow. Quickly he let go of Sylvia's belly, which now exposed the sight of her exposed and moist privates to all of the class.

The teacher ignored the sight professionally, and sent only the tiniest of knowing glances to the fox who once again held both the girl's wrists on her back.

Mr Bernhard took one of Sylvia's hooves and lifted her leg high, then pointed a claw at the tendons on her hocks and the back of her knee.

"These tendons are really strong. You won't be able to rip them with your teeth or claws, you'd need a knife. But you can bite or tear the muscles where they attach to, here, and here." The teacher gave Sylvia's powerful neck muscles a bit of a squeeze.

In response, she tried to break free, squirming in the two foxes hold. "Leave my legs alone!" She demanded.

Mr. Bernhard grinned and lifted her leg even higher, causing her some discomfort. "Another option is to break a leg bone. Especially with long legged bovines like Sylvia here, this is a valid option to make her limp, without making her completely immobile. The same of course goes for the arms.

He made a quick step to the side with a grin, which caused the hoof that was now kicking towards him to miss just by the same distance. The class cheered and laughed.

Behind him the gazelle had managed to get back on her feet. For a second or two, Marik and her struggled, as he was still holding her arms to her back, but he let go to avoid getting kicked in the groin.

Sylvia made a few steps back, glaring at him furiously, then blushed again.

Unlike before she was now completely naked, and to make things worse, she was quite moist, both on her neck, where Marik had held on with his teeth, and between her legs, which was mostly her own body's fault.

"Well done you two. Who else wants to have a try catching our guest?" Mr Bernhard asked.

It was Alice who stepped forth. She made a few steps towards the gazelle, then stopped and the two girls just looked and assessed each other.

"Remember what I taught you." Mr. Bernhard reminded her, as well as the rest of the class.

Sylvia could still feel the spot on her hocks by which the teacher had pinched her leg. She sent the teacher a glare that would have been lethal if glances could kill, then went back to facing Alice who had made two steps towards her, smirking like someone who knows they can win.

"You can chase me, but if you as much as scratch my legs, I'm gonna bash your skull in. Understood?"

Alice didn't answer, she suddenly jumped forward with a speed that most in the class would not have expected from her. She had caught up with Sylvia’s position in a split second.

Except Sylvia wasn't there anymore either, she was dashing across the yard towards one of the playground climbing frames. The class cheered, as she leaped up, grabbed one of the bars and started pulling herself up.

She was a moment too slow. Alice reached for her dangling legs with both hands, pulled and then bit into the gazelle's hocks.

Sylvia bleated in pain and frustration, but the wolverine's plan to hold on the other leg with her hands alone didn't work out either. Sylvia's legs were too strong, she ripped her leg free and kicked.

There was a loud crack, as if someone had smashed a rock on a hollow wooden box.

Then Sylvia was up on the climbing frame, with a very visible bite mark on her leg. She was bleeding.

Alice was sitting on the ground holding her head and glared up with hatred in her face.

"I warned you." Sylvia spat from above.

"You're going down, bitch!" Alice tried to climb up the ladder to the frame, but she had to let go, when another hoof stamped down on where her hand had grasped only a split second ago, barely missing her fingers.

"Alice, language!" Mr. Bernhard intervened. "And be more careful, you can easily catch a concussion if you don't watch your head when hunting hoofed animals."

"Since when can gazelles even climb, come down and don't pretend to be a monkey!" Alice spat.

Sylvia was on all fours. Alice had a point, there was not much space on the metal bars for Sylvia's hooves to be placed on, but for now she had the high ground.

"This is a great learning opportunity. Prey will often climb or go to other hard to reach places such as narrow tunnels. They even teach that in their classes, so this is not unexpected. If you follow, you are at a disadvantage. So what could you do?" The teacher asked his class.

Alice was circling the climbing frame, trying to look for a way she could get to the gazelle.

"We could make a fire under the frame and cook her."

The class laughed.

"Great idea Mike, but I'm afraid that's against the school’s fire regulations. You can't make fire on the school yard."

"We could just wait. She can't stay up there forever."

"Good idea Tommy. Yes, hunger, thirst, getting tired, all gets worse over time. Especially if you chased your prey into such a spot after a long hunt it might already be exhausted. But so are you. What happens if you get tired and thirsty first?" The teacher asked.

"I... I could pretend that I'm tired and not paying attention?"

The class laughed again. But the teacher seemed to like it.

"Very good thought. Outsmarting your prey is always an option and your mind is your strongest asset." he commented.

"It's even better when I can't hear you while you make your cunning plans." Sylvia commented from the top of the climbing frame, again to the amusement of the whole class.

Even Alice had to grin although she pretended not to. She was still circling the frame, but Sylvia didn't give her an opening so far.

"Any other ideas?"

"Well, we could go and help her." Melanie suggested.

"You already caught her earlier, she's mine!" Alice spat back.

"Suit yourself." The vixen answered and stepped back where she had been.

"What are you gonna do when you catch me?" Sylvia wanted to know.

"You're mine! I'm gonna eat you." Alice responded.

Once again the class laughed. Inviting an entertainer to school couldn't possibly have been better entertainment than this. Even the teacher grinned.

"All by yourself? Isn't that a bit ambitious?"

Even Mike had to grin now.

"I didn't have breakfast and I forgot my lunch at home." Alice managed to respond without even flinching.

By now, Gwen, another cat, had so much of a laughing fit, she had to hold on to Tom to not fall over. Tom didn't know what to do, for once he enjoyed the attention but. was he supposed to hold the giggling girl? Or would she take offense if he touched her now?

Sylvia looked around. The school building surrounded this inner court on all sides. Occasionally some of the windows had curious students look down at what was going on, but they were quickly called back to attention by whoever teacher was teaching their respective classes. There wasn't really any way out.

"OK." Sylvia said, and simply jumped down and landed right in front of Alice.

Alice stared at her dumbfounded. Half expecting an attack that didn't come.

"What?"

"Well, here I am. You can eat me." She said boldly, almost grinning a bit. Her heart was pounding like a drum, she was playing a dangerous game and she knew it.

Once more the class was laughing.

Alice didn't really know what to do. She put her paws on Sylvia's shoulder and neck. Sylvia didn't move.

"And you're just going to hold still?"

"What would you want me to do? Try to fight you and lose? Cry like a baby to leave me alone?"

Sylvia was trembling slightly. Her bitten leg throbbed and there was adrenaline coursing through her veins and instinctive fear battling against her act of calmness.

Alice seemed to be unsure, now she looked at Mr Bernhard, who had been doing a recommendable job at trying to keep a straight face so far.

"Pay attention class. Sometimes prey surrenders, either willingly or because a fight doesn't make sense. Not every hunt is a feral fight with running and growling and biting, especially when your prey is well educated like you. It's no different. In fact you have to be more careful, since your prey might change its mind. If you have a rope, I would highly suggest to restrain your prey either way just to be on the safe side. Now Alice, sadly I can't allow you to eat Sylvia all by yourself, since this is school and we all want to learn. But you may take a bite for your efforts."

Sylvia gulped, just as her eyes picked up the hungry, triumphant glance in the Wolverine's eyes, that were looking her over for the most juicy spot. Sylvia tensed, but she didn’t flinch.

Then, Alice took a bite out of her shoulder. There was a wet noise, as the wolverine's jaws bit through her fur and into her muscles. A jolt of pain, short but intense, then the sensation of her skin and flesh tearing.

By the time Sylvia opened her mouth for a painful bleat, it was already over and she ended up staring right at Alice' maw, having a few strands of her own fur hanging from her fangs, dripping blood, as she chewed.

Sylvia's mouth stood open for a bit, but her bleat had not come. Her shoulder was throbbing and she felt a moist sensation on her skin from her own blood soaking through her fur.

Alice eventually gulped, then licked her fangs and cleaned the blood from her face with her tongue..

"Thank you. You're really tasty!" Alice told the gazelle, grinning.

The class was silent, they were just staring. Some were licking their lips, as the scent of blood was now in the air.

"You're welcome..." Sylvia answered weakly and tried to force herself not to reach for her hurting arm with the other hand. She knew any touch there would just make it worse.

"Fuck, that took guts." Melanie whispered to her brother, who had been staring like the rest of the class.

"OK class. I think its time to get back inside now. I hope you paid good attention to everything, because this will be part of the next test." Mr Bernhard broke the silence. "You have fifteen minutes break, and then meet in the biology lab room."

Immediately cheering students went in all directions. Some went past Sylvia, but since she was standing close to the teacher, they didn't linger.

Sylvia's heart sank. She didn't know what she would have expected instead, but the mentioning of the lab filled her with dread.

"Sir..."  she was feeling a bit dizzy from the pain. "I really have to go to the loo. Can I go?"

Mr Bernhard nodded. "Sure, just let..." the only two students still around were the foxes. "Melanie and Marik, can you please make sure our guest does not get lost? Please bring her to the lab afterwards."

"Of course Sir." Melanie answered, then gently took the naked gazelle by the shoulder - the shulder that wasn't bleeding. "Come, this way..."

...

They walked down the hallway, then around the corner, up a flight of stairs, then another hallway. Here, all was empty and deserted, the cheering and laughing was distant, and all they could hear were Sylvia's hooves on the floor and Melanie and Marik's own footsteps

"They are gonna cut me apart in that lab, aren't they?" Sylvia asked the foxes, surprising herself how calm she managed to be.

"Probably." Marik answered. "I thought we would just butcher and eat you, but Mr. Bernhard must have something special in mind, or we'd just have done it in the classroom. I have no clue what exactly he's planning."

"Could be a live dissection." Melanie suggested.

"A what?" Sylvia's stopped and looked at her, unsure if she should be curious or afraid.

Marik stopped as well. "Our cousin told us about that." He answered. "They had a mouse in their class, and well, took him apart while he was still alive, to look at how everything worked inside.”

Sylvia looked down at her belly, self consciously running her hand through her fur. "Oh fuck..." she whispered, trembling slightly.

Marik and Melanie exchanged glances. The vixen was starting to grin.

"Over there is the girls toilet. Come, after you." Melanie opened the door for the gazelle, who then entered the tiled floor room. There were wet puddles on the floor and there was a strong smell of bleach, apparently it had just been cleaned. Sylvia was shaking slightly as she made her way to an open stall.

"What are you waiting out there for? The winter solstice?" Melanie joked. Her brother still dutifully stood guard in front of the door, which slowly closed on its own.

"It's the girls toilet." He pointed out, double checking the sign.

"It's the middle of class, there's no one here but us, so don't be silly!" His sister persuaded him in.

By the time the door finally fell shut, he was next to his sister, both watching Sylvia in her stall, as she was sitting down on the bowl, the stall door wide open.

The gazelle seemed to blush a bit at that impolite attention, but then her grin turned mischievous. "What? Haven't seen a girl peeing before?" she asked and demonstratively spread her legs as wide as her anatomy and the toilet bowl allowed.

Now it was the fox' time to blush.

Sylvia stared back at the two foxes. Both were watching her, and she wasn't sure what to think of that. What did they want? Either way, she kept her courageous play up, exposed her sex - almost in defiance, and let her bladder lose, which resulted in a thick, powerful stream filling the toilet bowl below. 

The sensation of relief mixed with that of embarrassment. But she did not break her facade of confidence, even though the corners of the vixen's snout went upwards in a sneaky grin that she couldn't quite decipher. The boy on the other hand was flustered, and on top of that she could quite visibly see the throbbing bulge in his pants that was quite impossible to hide. That gave her a bit of confidence.

The stream trickled to a few last drops, and out of habit, the gazelle reached for the paper to wipe herself. But she did it with the wrong arm, and the sting in her shoulder brought the fresh injury right back into her thoughts. Sylvia winced, and her smile of confidence broke. What was she doing here, in a few minutes she'd likely be laying on a table and be sliced into pieces...

Melanie must have seen the slight trembling in her motion, the moisture in her eyes, even though that was a weakness Sylvia certainly didn't want anyone to see. 

"Forget about the class for now. Let's have some fun, while we are here, shall we?" The vixen suggested. At the same time she took the surprised gazelle's hand in her own and helped her stand up.

"What... do you mean?" She tried to play down her insecurity, a shadow of anger in her voice. Although she was mostly angry about her own moment of weakness.

"Have you ever made out with a boy in the schools toilet over there at the green eaters school?" Melanie got a bit more direct. “Or with a girl?”

The mention brought a mischievous smile on the gazelle's face. "Mayyybe. Aren't you gonna get in trouble if we get caught?" The thought was amusing – after all, she could barely get into any more trouble than she was already, could she?

Melanie grinned back in an equally mischievous way, almost as if they were sisters in crime. "Depends who catches us. Anyone who tattletales on us might be in even more trouble."

Sylvia was about to come up with a witty reply, but Marik caught her off guard. She felt his paw on her rump, but before she could even decide what she thought about that, she felt his teeth once more on her neck, along with his moist tongue and his hot breath.

An instinctive bleat escaped her throat, somewhat muffled under the pressure of his fangs, that held her firm, yet oddly did not injure her, and a jolt of unwanted, yet oddly welcome pleasure ran through her body. It made her all the more aware of his paw squeezing her behind, next to her tail, and how his fingers wrapped around, his thumb almost between her legs...

He felt her quiver in his grasp and let out a guttural growl deep in his throat. Not so much out of aggression but because he enjoyed how that made her instinctively tremble in his fangs.

Sylvia only barely noticed that the vixen still held one of her arms. She might have been able to wrestle free if not for her bad shoulder, but oddly enough, she wasn’t sure if she actually wanted to. Nor did she mind that the fox now pulled her other arm to her back despite the pain this caused her. It felt oddly thrilling to be helpless in this predator's jaws, even though he wasn't even that dangerous a predator. Foxes technically didn't even hunt prey their own size, as far as she knew. Was that, why she didn't freak out while the boy had his fangs on her neck and could just as easily have crushed her throat in an instant? At least it was what she tried to tell herself to rationalize her conflicting feelings...

It didn't help that Marik's fingers had now slipped between her legs and were now resting directly against her most vulva.

Marik shivered himself, as he felt the hot, throbbing, slippery meat against his fingers. His jeans became outright painfully tight by now. Suddenly he felt a touch on his pants, and he immediately tugged his tail between his legs and let out a whimper of embarrassment.

Those weren't Sylvia's fingers that were nestling with his zipper, it was his sisters!

"What are you doing?" Marik let go of Sylvia's neck for a second, so he could speak.

The gazelle took a deep breath, and tried to get her spinning head under control. However, she still did not try to break free from Melanie's grasp, she just looked down at what the vixen was doing with her free hand.

"Making you more comfortable." With a toothy grin the vixen finally opened the button she had been nestling and pulled both jeans and undies down. Then she pushed her brother back just far enough that he came to sit on the toilet bowl Sylvia had been on not long before. He was quite flustered by the treatment. He could smell Sylvia's pee below him which had not been flushed yet. Somehow the herbivore's scent was oddly pleasant. Mouth watering. But being exposed by his sister like that was quite embarrassing.

"Hey! I'm, your brother!" He protested meekly.

"And? It's not like I haven't seen your dick before when we were in the bathtub together."

"That was when we were like, three!" He protested.

Sylvia couldn't help but giggle at that exchange. Pulled down together with the fox who still held her, she was now just inches from his throbbing pink vulpine cock, sporting a visible knot. Unlike the genitals of her own species, she had only ever seen canine members in magazines she wasn't supposed to look at. She was curious what it would feel like, except her arms were both held on her back. The whole situation was equally humiliating and arousingly interesting.

"Do it, I know you want to..." Melanie teased the gazelle with a mischievous grin on her muzzle, and gently pushed against the back of her head, inching her nose closer to the twitching, throbbing, glistening fox cock.

"I'm not... aw fuck..." Sylvia gave up her attempt of protesting barely started, shivering with arousal. Why was being in such a humiliating position between the two predators so hot? She opened her mouth and sated her curiosity about what a fox cock would feel and taste like. Of course, her plan had been to slowly and gently allow the tip of Marik's member between her lips, but Melanie had other ideas. She quickly squeezed her down all the way as soon as she had started, until the same tip now pressed against the back of her throat making her eyes tear, while her lips involuntarily kissed the fox knot.

The scent was musky... but not as horrible as she had feared. A trace of shampoo scent told her that Marik had at least had a shower somewhat recently. The texture against her tongue was slippery, smooth and hot, and it was noticeably throbbing.

Interesting, Sylvia thought. It felt kind of how she had imagined this, but the taste and smell was something she just had not been able to picture in her mind. Also the throbbing and twitching was interesting and kinda hot.

The gazelle blinked trying to get a mental grasp on what the hell she was actually doing there. She was giving a predator a blow job. After having been nibbled on. And before she was likely going to get killed. No!... She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to think of that part. It could only ruin the moment, she would ask the foxes later for help to get out of this mess. Right now... right now she could as well just play along and have some naughty fun with them, while it felt so wonderfully embarrassingly naughty.

Marik moaned loud. Getting a real blowjob was way better than he had imagined in his wildest dreams. "Oh wow, this is just like in a porn clip..." he commented, trembling.

"Should I have brought a camera?" Melanie punned, giggling, while she ogled what the gazelle did to her brother with shameless curiosity.

"fmmmmm ngggg" ... the words would have sounded like "fuck you" if Sylvia had not had a horny fox dick in her mouth. But her twitching tail and the scent of her moist cunny betrayed her own arousal at the whole ordeal, which Melanie found more and more interesting. To her big surprise, the gazelle suddenly found her arms let free, which she used to brace herself against the toilet seat Marik was sitting on.

Melanie slowly sat down behind Sylvia's rump, in order to inspect the glistening folds that her brother was no longer touching. It seemed like he was momentarily too preoccupied to even think clearly.

The sight of these soft folds of the gazelle's little underdeveloped udder, as she stood there somewhat awkwardly broad legged, along with the moist, almost dripping, twitching mounds of her sex was oddly mouth watering. Melanie licked her fangs and deeply inhaled the scent of the gazelle, her urine, her arousal, her fear, her blood... Greedily, she grabbed both of Sylvia's firm buttocks, feeling her twitch in her grasp.  Then she opened her mouth and bit right into the tasty treat that the gazelle had presented to her, sunk her teeth into the soft, glistening irresistible molds.

Sylvia tensed and bleated, almost gagging on Marik's cock at the sudden sensation of Melanie's fangs on her most sensitive privates. Her back arched, and she saw stars for a moment. It was so intense, she barely noticed Marik's surprised moan as she apparently had squeezed his cock a bit firmer than intended in the moment.

Melanie had eaten prey pussy before. In fact she had developed a bit of a fascination for that part that was typically considered cheap scraps and cut away from roasts in expensive restaurants. With forbidden delight she had eaten the discarded raw leftovers she had gotten her hands on for cheap, when their mother had sent them to get some meat for the soup stock.

Cocks, too. But that had mostly been to gross her brother out, as the floppy wobbly discarded prey genitals usually had nothing arousing to them. But pussies, she could oddly relate to. She had one herself after all, and they did not look that different when cut away - depending on how the butcher had cut of course and she had always wondered what it would like to bite into a living one.

It was definitely different. Not just because the taste of a living, aroused gazelle was something else. The scent of fear, arousal, a trace of herbivore urine, and hot, living blood... But also because there was a response. The meat was pulsing, throbbing, twitching, not just on its own but in response to the very squeezing of her teeth and the probing of her tongue. Sylvia quivered and tensed and twitched, as she was tasted by the naughty vixen. Melanie could feel, that she was being felt!

Sylvia recovered quickly from her initial shock. The vixen had bitten into her pretty hard at first, but after the initial jolt of pain, Melanie's canines, now squeezed deep into her soft and pliable folds, acted as firm and throbbing but not completely unpleasant stimulation. Nevertheless, the vulpine's sharp teeth had pierced her skin in a few spots, adding a trickle of delicious metallic blood to the tastes and a few pointy hot stings to the kaleidoscope of sensations the gazelle felt.

At the moment, the gazelle had no idea what was coming next. She felt betrayed, yet grateful that the vixen had not done worse, and taken a bite out right through like the wolverine had done. Yet she felt pretty much at the vixen's mercy here, which was thrilling, and ... oddly hot.

"You know..." she spoke, glaring over her shoulder. "I have teeth too. So better don't do anything you don't want me to do to your brother!" Sylvia warned the vixen, before she took that cock back into her mouth as her life insurance.

Marik sucked in air though his teeth at the sudden development. "Ehm... sis? What.... what exactly are you doing back there?"

Melanie let out a playful growl and squeezed her teeth together a bit more, causing the gazelle to first bleat in pain mixed with pleasure, then retaliate by giving Marik the answer he had requested, but not actually desired.

"Gaaah! Careful there.... I still need that... Melanie, please, don't do anything I would regret later, ok?"

If it had been anyone else, Marik would have bolted the hell out of there. But he trusted his mischievous sister to not take it too far. Besides he was aroused beyond measure, and the fact that the gazelle now took his balls into her hands made this equally dangerous, embarrassing and arousing beyond description. "Oh haw.... I can't .... I ..." he could barely think.

Sylvia closed her eyes, as she felt the vixen's tongue play with her tortured folds, slipping in between in a tantalizing way that made her shudder. True to her words, she responded with some rather pleasant tongue play of her own, that had a similar effect on Melanie's brother.

She herself was quivering. Never before had she been pleasured in this way, the pain, being at the foxes mercy, and at the same time in hardly comprehensible bliss, she let out little whimpering moans against Marik's cock. She didn’t even try to make any rational sense out of this, she was just going with it as it was happening.

She noticed before the fox she was teasing, that something was happening. The balls in her hand suddenly twitched. Marik tensed, and then his hips suddenly bucked forward and pushed his knot past her lips, forcing her to momentarily gulp down his member’s pointy tip.

"Uuuuughaaaaaaaaawwwww...." the fox half moaned, half howled. And then Sylvia felt something moist and slippery in her throat. She let go of the balls and tried to free herself from the slippery cock, which throbbed, and then slipped out of her mouth before it promptly squirted a second and a third squirt of white semen half in her snout and half across her face.

Reluctantly Melanie let go of her delicious snack, which caused the gazelle to moan and arch as she peeled her fangs from the deep indents they had formed in her soft nethers. She just had to see this.

"Did you... like the taste?" Sylvia asked her in an attempt to be smug. It failed completely given the appearance she made with Marik's cum all over her face.

"Looks like you did." Melanie answered grinning. "What's my brother taste like?"

Finally Sylvia realized how much of a mess was on her, she took some of the white substance with her finger, then found back to her smugness, holding her finger towards Melanie. "A bit salty. Wanna try?"

"Ugh. No thanks." Melanie made an instinctive step back, which made her bonk into the toilet stall wall, much to Sylvia's amusement. The gazelle had already swallowed most, so she had no problem going the extra way and making a show out of licking her own finger clean.

"Ah, I'm sorry I got you all messy." Marik apologized, seeing what Sylvias face now looked like. He was still panting heavily, and was trying to get his senses together. That had been SO intense...

Sylvia took a few more sheets of toilet paper, this time with her good hand, and tried to clean her face with it as good as she could. Which was not very well. Of course the cum already stuck to her fur, and the paper did a bad job trying to get it off, adding bits of disintegrated paper to the mess. There seemed no way to get it all off without some kind of shower.

"Well, I guess I'm gonna look a bit embarrassing later, when I'm cut apart... I don't really think I care much..." Sylvia responded fatalistically, plucking some of the stuck paper out of her fur.

Melanie’s slobbery wet lick across her face was a complete surprise. Especially after the vixen's initial reaction to her brothers cum, this was the last thing Sylvia had expected her to do. For a moment she just froze, trying to make sense of what she felt, which gave the vixen a chance to lick her again. Melanie actually did a pretty good job of cleaning the remaining stickiness off her cheeks with her slobbery licks.

"Mhmm. You know, you taste even better with a touch salt. But we can't stop here. After all this, we can't let you die a virgin."

"I'm not... what?... how do you..."

Melanie giggled, while Marik just looked confused at the action, his cock weakly throbbing. His swollen knot kept it erect, as was common for his species.

"I wanted to stick my tongue into you, but it didn't really go in. There's no way you possibly had sex with a boy before. So why not use the opportunity and do it now? Under one condition."

"What condition?"

"You gotta do something for me. Now... stand over here, like that." She directed Sylvia to stand broad legged over her brother. "And now sit down."

The gazelle found herself gently pushed into the fox's lap. She felt Marik's slippery cock against her thighs, which was quickly guided towards her sex.

Sylvia gasped as she felt the hot little poking sensation against her throbbing, chewed nethers. She was so slippery, it almost guided itself in, but for good measure, she helped with two fingers, exciting a moan from Marik.

"Oh wow!" he explained, as he felt the tight hot embrace of the gazelle's vulva embrace his tip, which quickly slid in before he felt some resistance. He was actually fucking a girl. He was beaming.

Sylvia gasped at the sensation.

"Don't worry, you've been through worse. Just use your weight." Melanie suggested, imagining her brother was testing the limit of the gazelle’s virginity. But then she mischievously added her own weight to Sylvia’s, pressing down on the gazelle's shoulders.

Sylvia bleated in unison with Marik's moan, as something gave way and she slipped down, and he into her. She felt some pain, but also a pleasant firmness fill her, as the odd shaped cock, so much thicker than her own species', spread her inner walls and pushed its way deep inside her. She came to sit on his thighs, with her labia squeezing against his squishy, yet firm knot.

"Aaah...."

Melanie smiled, then let go, knowing that Sylvia’d be able to take it herself from there. Instead she unbuttoned her own jeans and pulled them down.

Her panties, pink, with a little flower on it, followed. She knew full well, that she now placed her nethers right in view of both the gazelle girl and her own brother.

"What are you?..." Marik started asking.

"That's my condition. Can't have you have all the fun alone. I heard you herbivores have really long strong tongues, so why don't you return the favor?" She demanded from the flustered antelope and pointed at her crotch.

Sylvia bit her lips. The pain had driven tears into her eyes, but it also felt really good. In front of her she now saw the vixen's vulva. Distinctively different to hers, almost heart shaped and exposed. But there was no doubt that the vixen was quite aroused, both from the scent and the visible drops that accumulated on the puffy nether lips.

Just the motion of bending closer roused a wave of pleasure from the cock sliding within Sylvia. "Hah... come here then..." the gazelle reached out and grabbed the vixen’s butt, to pull her close to herself. She had to bend forward a bit awkwardly to be in the right height and angle, but her flexible neck made that no problem.

Now it was Melanie's time to moan, as she felt Sylvia’s tongue probe her sex. Sylvia grimaced, the taste and smell needed getting used to, but it was also not horrible. And the way the vixen tensed and quivered was actually kinda hot. It made her feel in power.

"Oh fuck...." Marik really started getting into it. Sylvia had lifted from his cock ever so slightly, he picked her by the hips and pulled her back down to sit in his lap, moaning in the process. Sex while sitting on the toilet wasn't the easiest. His instincts told him to hump, but he could just barely flex his hips. Yet even that little felt really good on his sensitive member.

It took a bit, considering the gazelle had a job to do, but after a minute, they found a rhythm that everyone could work with. The vixen also tasted better and better, as she now stood broad legged, to allow the probing tongue reach deeper into her depths. Melanie used the gazelle's horns to brace herself, which pulled Sylvia forward just enough that Marik now could get up from the toilet and let his hips finally do what they wanted to: Hump the gazelle pussy in a sloppy, squishy staccato, while he was slumped over her back, digging his teeth into the fur on her shoulder. The one that wasn't injured of course.

It was hot and intense and Sylvia moaned into the vixen's cunny as she was fucked feral by the fox. The pleasure built in her in waves, and soon she quivered and trembled, barely able to stay on her hooves.

Melanie moaned, grinning as she pulled the gazelle's nose deeper into her pussy, until she could feel her nostrils exhale basically inside of her. The sensation of the air escaping across her moist folds nearly drove her over the edge and she let out a yiff that made her worried it could have been heard outside the room. At least Sylvia's bleats were extremely muffled and barely audible like that, and Marik's grunts were more low key as he went into a proper workout, pounding her from behind. He was certainly getting close, too, straining, and his thrusts getting more forceful, until finally, with a sudden intense sensation, his knot slipped inside the gazelle's well massaged nethers.

Marik let out what was almost a howl. Sylvia arched, her hands clenched hard into Melanie's butt cheeks, and once the vixen felt the gazelle's ecstatic bleat vibrate deep within her cunny, she came, too. Clenching down on Sylvia's face as her own juices flooded the gazelle's mouth and nose. Once more her moan reverberated in the tiled room, and she saw black and little stars. 

Sylvia felt slight panicked arise in her, as she couldn't breathe and just inhaled girl cum, but at the same time she was rocked by an intense orgasm that made it completely impossible to think a single clear thought. Lucky for her, the vixen let go of her horns to brace herself on the stall walls, so she could finally pull her nose and mouth free, extracting a final excited yiff from the vixen. Sylvia coughed and sputtered, then took a few deep breaths, still riding out the last waves of her own climax while steadying herself against Melanie's legs.

Marik was still slumped over her back, his saliva drooling into her neck fur, but he had stopped biting and instead was just panting exhausted. His cock still throbbed in sync with his heartbeat in her stretched cunny, and each throb still pumped a few drops of cum that couldn't escape from her plugged sex.

"Oh ... fuck... that was intense..." she explained as she finally had her breath back.

"Word...." Melanie replied grinning. "I wouldn't mind doing that again."

"Then you gotta help me get outa here alive. They are gonna butcher me, aren’t they?" 

Sylvia was still holding on to Melanie. She now looked up to the vixen, hoping that she'd get the help she needed from her.

Melanie didn’t disappoint. A naughty smirk crossed her face. "Don't worry about that, we're just... dunno, gonna all sneak outa here and have a fun afternoon. Screw class."

Sylvia's face lit up along with her hopes. For real?

"Ah fuck. We're so gonna be in so much trouble. That's almost worse than what Bill did." Marik objected from behind her back. Hearing those words felt almost like a stab, it stung.

Anger flashed on Melanie’s face, and she put her hands in her sides. "So what? You'd rather go and cut our new friend to pieces after you just came in her?"

Sylvia was still stuck on Marik's knot. She was glad the vixen was standing up for her sake, but this was getting pretty embarrassing. She bit her lips, thinking of what she could do.

Marik blushed. That's not what he meant, although he had kinda looked forward to the dissection...

"No... I mean... of course not... it's just ... the whole class was really looking forward to it, especially after that hunting in the schoolyard, so if we are to blame for another bust year ... we're never gonna hear the end of that. And there's gonna be loads of detention on top of that."

"I'm gonna make it up to you." Sylvia looked back to Marik. "I'll owe you my life, you can do with me whatever you want."

"Really? Whatever we want?" Marik asked, intrigued.

Sylvia's heart was racing. She felt trapped, not just because she was stuck to his knot.

"Every day, after school... Only.... anything, as long as you promise you don't kill me. If I'm gonna be a goner anyway, you might as well bring me back to be cut to pieces, that's quicker." She glared at him.

Marik gulped, then looked towards his sister. For a moment the siblings looked at each other.

"Deal!" They both said, smirking. Melanie even bent down and gave the gazelle a little kiss, licking her own cum of her snout. Sylvia felt a wave of relief and melted into it.

But a sound in the hallway made them all freeze in the middle of it.

"Fuck!" Melanie explained, and pulled her jeans and shorts up. "Someone's coming. Get your pants on Marik!"

"I can't, I'm stuck!"

Melanie stepped past Sylvia, who indeed was firmly attached to her brother at the hip. A determined smile formed on her lips as she reached down in front of her brother's belly, until she felt the base of his cock. She grabbed on, to his astonishment, then gave Sylvia a shove on the back.

Both cried out, and Melanie felt the skin under her fingers stretch, while her paw got soaked in the Gazelle's juices from her wet folds.

Then it made a squishy plop, and Sylvia dropped forward, out of the stall and unto the floor. Her cum leaking cunny was gaping, exposing the dark pink tunnel between her dark skinned nether lips, now dripping with white paint and a trace of blood from her destroyed hymen.

"What's the meaning of this?" a very impatient voice cut through the washroom.

It was too late. The door to the washroom was wide opened and in stood their worst nightmare:

Madam Smith, the coyote lady.

Sylvia remembered her well enough. She climbed to her hooves, a defiant frown on her face, but there was no way she could cover her indecency. Her clothes were in rags on the schoolyard, and some other students had taken them away. She felt cum ooze out of her.

"Our guest needed to pee. Mr Bernhard sent us to accompany her to the loo..." Melanie was the quickest to come up with a valid explanation for their presence.

Madam Smith took the scene in. The explanation was, quite obviously, unsatisfactory.

"And what you are doing helps her to pee, how exactly?" Her voice cut like a blade.

Marik at least had managed to pull his pants up. He was beet red under his equally red fur. He was still thinking for a witty reply, but the coyote cut them off.

"Your teacher is going to hear of that. I will see both of you in my office after your class for your detention assignment. Now come with me!"

For the foxes that was a command. The gazelle she took by the arm however - the hurting one, and pulled her behind herself. Ignoring her stumbling and the dripping cum down her thighs and unto the tile floor. The teacher pretended she didn't notice. She definitely didn't care.

Sylvia suppressed a cry, even though she felt devastated and hopeless. But she wasn't going to give this teacher the satisfaction of seeing her cry. An angry, defiant glare played on her face as her wounded shoulder protested with piercing pains.

Melanie and Marik followed, their ears folded back. Marik couldn't help staring at the gazelle's butt. Her entire crotch area was quite moist, and their sensitive noses could easily pick up the scent of what had happened, since neither had had the chance to clean up.

Going into class was going to be embarrassing.

***

"Mr. Bernstein, I think you are missing something. I found ... her ... and two of your students in the girls washroom on second floor in a very inappropriate situation." Madam Smith accused through the open door.

The lab was setup like a lecture room, with rows of benches in steps on an incline like the bleachers on a stadium. The teacher had a large bench for experiments in front of the class, with lots of drawers in it. On it he had setup plastic sheets and buckets and various apparatuses that looked like half of them came from an emergency room and the other half from the morgue.

"Ah, thank you Madam Smith. I gave them some time to take care of her and let her empty her bladder, while I prepared the lab here. Less mess that way. They didn't make trouble, did they?"

Madam Smith made a grimace and, growling something inaudible, gave Sylvia a shove. This time around, the gazelle expected it and didn't stumble. Everyone could see it hurt her arm though.

Some students were giggling, seeing – and smelling - her state. A few guys whistled and hooted at the two foxes, who by now were grinning sheepishly. At least naughty deeds came with bragging rights.

"We still don't approve of this kind of activities on school grounds. Besides, boys have absolutely no reason to be in the girls toilet. I was going to have them write an essay on the school rules they have broken, due Monday."

"Absolutely, and that will be a good writing exercise for them. We need to uphold discipline. Thanks again for your efforts and bringing them back. I'll have them clean up the lab after class and make sure their homework is delivered to you Monday morning."

"I appreciate it. Thank you." Madam Smith answered with a frown, apparently she had her doubts whether Mr Bernhard was truly on her side. There had been some more hooting when she mentioned Marik had been in the girls washroom, but once the door closed behind the teacher, Mr Bernhard shut them up with little more than a stern glance towards the back seats.

"Ok class. As you all have been patiently waiting, let's start the anatomy lesson. Melanie and Marik, if you could kindly help our guest on the table in the front so everyone can see her."

There was some more giggling in the back.

"I'm sorry..." Marik apologized. Sylvia sent him a confident smile. If just to make him know she didn't consider it his fault. But he could see how shaken she was.

Nevertheless, there was no help required. Determined not to show weakness, the gazelle simply jumped up on the table and sat on the plastic sheet in the middle of all the stuff. From there she could see it in more detail now. There were restraints in the form of belts, that were obviously meant to go on her arms and legs. Almost like on an execution table. A shiver went through her, although for some odd reason this setup almost turned her on a bit as much as it frightened her. She fought her fear down.

"Sir..." she addressed the teacher. "Could we maybe skip the part where I get cut up and die?"

More laughter from the class, though some of them stopped when they saw Melanie’s angry glare getting directed at them.

Mr Bernhard came closer to the gazelle.

"Well, I can't promise you immortality sadly."

More laughter from the class.

"But if you cooperate, I can offer you a deal. It's not gonna be pleasant, and I wouldn't be surprised if you die from shock or because the pain is too bad."

As the giggling from the back rows continued, Mr Bernhard used the opportunity to convey some knowledge. "That's a thing with herbivores, there's even a study or two about that. Rabbits for example sometimes just die from intense pain alone, with no apparent lethal wound. Even just sudden fright or getting badly startled can trigger a heart attack and many prey species are much more prone to that. So if Sylvia here does that and just dies, I can't help her."

"I'm not scared to death. I just don't want to be killed." the gazelle answered defiantly.

"Fair enough, then I will do my best to keep you alive throughout the process. If you are still with us at the end of the class, I'll patch you up and you are free to go. Deal?"

Sylvia glared. There was a catch to this, wasn't there? But she wasn’t going to get any better offers. "Deal..." she answered hesitatingly.

Melanie and Marik exchanged a glance. What exactly had the teacher planned? The previous times the class had 'studied' herbivores there hadn't been much left of them at the end of it.

"Of course that means no snacks for you this year, if you already had dibs on her juiciest part. There also will be no meat donation to the school cafeteria, unless our guest expires after all. But thanks to our sponsor, Everlastoids (R) the cafeteria fridge is well stocked this year, so I think they will manage. By the way..." he picked out one of the sponsors products from his pocket. "Do you want some gum? Might help against the pain to have something to bite on."

"Sure..." Sylvia took the gum and unwrapped it, then demonstratively popped it in her mouth. She still had the taste of Melanie's cum on her tongue. It was now replaced by a strong although artificial taste of mint, and... something else. A slightly burning, numbing sensation. What kind of gum was that?

"Now for your and our safety, I have to insist on the restraints. If you could lay down, then I can make sure they are fastened properly. Melanie, could you and your brother fasten the ones on wrists and hocks. But not too tight, we don't want to stop blood flow, only to prevent her from flailing and hurting herself."

Mr Bernhard was already fastening the strap around her left thigh. For now she was just sitting, not sure how she should feel about this. In a way this was kinky, but the restraints also weren't really restraining yet. The nylon belts connected to the straps were lose and long, which still allowed her to sit. She might even have been able to hop of the table.

Mr Bernhard fastened a similar strap on her other leg. He didn't seem to care that the fur underneath was moist with her and Marik's cum, although he had to be able to smell it from so close. She blushed slightly, but with the whole class watching, pretending this was normal was the best thing she could think of.

Her heart was racing. Marik was fastening a similar, thinner strap to her wrist, while his sister gave her hocks the same treatment, carefully avoiding the bite wound, Alice had given her. Then the teacher placed another set on her upper arms. Tight, but not painfully so.

"Now If you could please lay down on your back." Mr Bernhard asked, after checking all four of them. Then he pulled on a pulley that somehow connected all the belts under the table.

He might as well not have asked. Sylvia dropped to her back and stretched out her arms and legs. She had no choice, the belts pulled her into that position. Spread out X-shaped and helpless, she was now tied on top of the plastic sheets. To her relief, underneath the sheet the teacher must have placed some towels, it was hard, but not as hard as a desk table would have been.

"Hey!" Sylvia complained, as she realized she could barely even wriggle, being spread out like this. Her belly and her crotch were very exposed in this pose, and for all to see. The tension even spread her labia apart, and she felt some more of Marik's cum ooze out of her. She could only imagine how that looked like to the rest of the class.

The audience apparently approved of the show so far.

"Now, Sylvia was your name right? To make sure you have a chance of surviving this, I'm gonna give you a breathing mask. If you could bend your head back as far as you can, open your mouth wide, and on the count of three, inhale deeply?" Mr Bernhard asked her to.

Sylvia stretched her neck to look what was behind her head on the table. All she could see was that Mr Bernhard he had some sort of black hose in his hand. Her mouth felt numb. There must have been something in that chewing gum.

"Now, inhale deep. 1.... 2... 3...."

The moment she did, the teacher grabbed her snout and pushed a thumb and another finger in her cheeks so she couldn't close, while with his other arm, he shoved that hose in her mouth, deeply. She felt it in her throat and tried to cough and gag, but he just quickly pushed it deeper. She wanted to protest, but all that did was cause a horrible pain in her throat that drove tears in her eyes. Then something like a harness was placed over her mouth and nose. It wasn't as much a mask but just a rubber strap connected to the hose that went once round her snout. She felt a sting in her neck, now way below her throat. It made her need to cough, but she couldn't.

She also couldn't speak. No voice escaped her, and no air. Sylvia panicked.

"Shhhh it's OK, relax. Try not to cough, it won't work. It'll be better in a moment."

Sylvia had tears in her eyes. Her lungs heaved and strained, but nothing happened, except for a distant, tiny wheeze somewhere behind her.

"This machine gives our guest artificial respiration. So she doesn't forget to breathe on us. Sadly it also means she has no voice right now. Oh, of course we need to turn it on, so she can breathe at all." Mr Bernhard flicked a switch, and a machine that looked like two black bellows that the hose was connected to started to work.

Sylvia felt her lungs now fill with air. She, and the whole class who were staring at her, could see her chest expand, and her belly too as her lungs were pumped up like a balloon. It felt like taking a really really deep breath. The hose tensed a bit and she felt uncomfortably full, to the point it was starting to hurt, then something clicked, and she again deflated, exhaling at a steady rate while the other bellows on the machine expanded. She could see that from the corner of her eyes, thanks to her good peripheral vision.

For the rest of the class, including Melanie and Marik, the process was in plain sight. The machine's bellow expanded and sucked the air out of the gazelle. She squirmed in her restraints, but of course with her arms bound she couldn't do a thing. It took quite long, the machine seemed to be made for a larger individual. Then it clicked again and once more the bellow shrunk and pushed it's air into the helpless gazelle, who was being breathed like that about half as fast as the excited watching students.

And at the fraction of the speed the scared gazelle wanted to. Sylvia tried to fight the panic. 'I'm not suffocating, I'm not suffocating... fuck... this is so demeaning....' she thought to herself. Any attempt to speak was just met with pain, as the pipe that went through her throat completely blocked her vocal cords. There also was no air going through. She still could move her neck, the hose was flexible and long enough, but that caused an annoying scratching sensation in her throat that made her feel like she had to cough. And of course coughing didn't work.

She could still gulp around the pipe, and chew the chewing gum. She was quite sure it had something in it to make her mouth and throat numb, or the gag reflex would probably have been way worse. 'Trickery bastard...' she thought, looking at the teacher, who was browsing through a box of stuff. What was next.

"Are you ok?" Marik who still stood next to the table asked her. She lifted her head and nodded. "Does it hurt?" his sister asked.

Sylvia made a slight pause before she shook her head. It was anything but comfortable, but it wasn't agonizingly painful either. She could endure that, she realized.

"With that machine in place, our guest could technically remain alive even if we removed everything below her neck, except for her heart and lungs, and the blood vessels between them of course. At least while the machine remains powered. Of course she'd need to be fed through an IV and need dialysis every week without kidneys or liver, but in theory as long as her heart doesn't stop, she could live for a very long time." The teacher explained.

Sylvia's heart almost did stop beating, only to speed up significantly as she listened to these words. She strained against her bounds, but of course that didn't do anything, while her mind imagined herself laying on the table as nothing but a head and neck, with her frantically pumping heart and two exposed lungs, slowly expanding and shrinking with the machine, completely helpless like a worm...

Somehow, despite the fear, that mental image turned her on. She became aware of the throbbing sensation in her sex, which of course was exposed and twitched as she clenched. She couldn't even press her thighs together.

'Stupid girl... this is not hot, this is horrible. I wouldn't even have a sex to feel aroused with anymore...' she tried to tell herself. But all that did was give her the mental picture of being used to give someone a blowjob. Now she imagined herself being held by the horns by Marik, with his cock in deep her mouth, and her heart and lungs dangling between his legs... Why the fuck was that hot? She definitely didn't want to end up like that.

The tool the teacher brought from the box was a small battery powered fur shaver. "Marik, would you please shave our guests belly. Be careful not to nip her skin."

A shiver went through Sylvia. Just as she thought it couldn't become any more embarrassing, she was to lose her fur.

"Just a stripe down the middle is enough."

Marik did just that. He started from her chest, then slowly brought the machine down across her belly. Unlike her nipples the skin under her fur was a bright pink, almost white. Sylvia shivered and flexed, but he could tell that she was trying to lay still. Her cunny was twitching as he came closer to her little feral teats, and he fought the urge to play with her for a bit. The whole class was watching... then again, the teacher just had turned his back. He could risk it.

With his right he gently shaved the thin fur above her udder, while he pushed two fingers of his left into the moist, trembling pussy he had previously fucked.

He knew Sylvia would have moaned if she could have. She tensed and arched slightly, staring at him with a blush, as he felt the slippery inside of her sex. Sylvia’s pussy clenched down on his fingers in turn. 

Mr Bernhard was turning back to face him, so he had to quickly pull out, which once more caused Sylvia to tense, then shiver. Her sex was now twitching rhythmically, and oozing cum. Marik pretended nothing happened. "Like this, Mr Bernhard, sir?"

The teacher bent over the gazelle. She was still twitching, but of course her breath was completely calm - no matter what she felt, and although she gave Marik a flustered look, there was nothing giving what he had done immediately away. The fox had his left paw now hidden under the table, and only a few drops of clear liquid between her legs could have served as potential evidence against him.

"Yes, perfect." Mr. Bernhard took the shaver from the fox, then turned towards Sylvia's chest and continued to shave along her ribcage to the left and right. She shivered, feeling cold air on her now exposed skin. "Ok, done. That way no fur gets into the wound."

Only now Sylvia saw that he had a scalpel in his other hand.

Sylvia's eyes went wide. This was it! Now he'd cut her open! She was shaking. She wanted to protest, but couldn't. Turn away, but she she was bound. She would have clenched her teeth and held her breath, too, in anticipation of the cut. But of course all she could actually do was squeeze her teeth on that hose, which still filled her lungs with air in a monotonous slow steady rhythm. By now, the chewing gum barely held any juices anymore. It had made her mouth and throat numb and feeling weird, but she doubted it had any power to dull the pain of getting sliced open.

Not wanting to look, she turned her head away to look at the class. They all had their eyes glued on her, with unhidden curiosity. It didn't look like they wanted to see her suffer, there was no hatred or cruelty, except maybe for the lion she had humiliated. They just wanted to see what she looked like on the inside.

She imagined what she must look like from their vantage point, strapped there on the table, and then with her belly gaping open, all her entrails to see.

Somehow she again found herself aroused by that vision. Or was it the fact that several of the students,  had their paws under the bench and in their pants? She looked closer at some of the girls, there were at least two of them who were biting their lips in a suspicious way, and the wolverine who had bitten her was one of them.

A touch on her belly got her focus again on her self. She clenched her eyes shut, shivering, wishing herself elsewhere.

Then there was a cold sensation, followed by a stingy burn, that slid along her belly. She lifted her head, eyes wide. That was nowhere near the pain she had expected.

Which was because she wasn't being cut yet. Instead Mr Bernhard was rubbing something moist into her exposed skin, using a tissue. The scalpel he had placed on the table between her legs.

"When you are preparing meat, or are dissecting prey without intention of keeping it alive, most people do not put enough care in a sanitary environment. In my opinion this is a mistake, as contamination of the meat can make it spoil quicker. Bacteria don't just cause disease, they also are competitors when it comes to meat consumption. And unlike our colleagues in the scavenger class who can actually stomach that, you certainly don't want to eat meat that has already been half digested by microbes. So what I'm doing here is not just increasing our guests survival chances, it might also help her meat stay fresh and tasty longer in case she doesn't."

Sylvia glared at him. 'Fuck you. I'm gonna survive this.' She wished she could have shouted that to the face.

He made eye contact and smiled, almost encouraging. Her skin tingled, where she had been rubbed with the alcohol. Without air flowing through her nose, her sense of scent was impaired, she only now noticed a trace of the sharp smell, but it also lingered, she couldn't clear it out of her nose either, which was irritating.

Melanie and Marik were still standing behind the teachers desk, as he had not yet dismissed them, but there was little they could do for the gazelle. 

Mr Bernhard had seized the short moment of distraction when the gazelle was looking at the vixen. Sylvia could have known, when she saw Melanie flinch, but at that moment she was too slow to count 2 and 2 together.

The pain hit her the moment she stared down at herself, but by then Mr Bernhard had already sliced her open from her udder up to well beyond her bellybutton. Instinctively she strained against her restraints, but all that did was bulge her belly and make her skin split in an obscene, gaping shape that somewhat resembled both an opening eye and a vagina, from which what was inside her bulged out.

There was a noise, a bit like ripping wet paper tissues, that was oddly loud in the silent room, as no one could hear the desperate scream the gazelle could not make. Her throat strained and her lungs heaved, but it didn't even change the rhythm of the machine that was breathing for her. Every single muscle in her body strained against the pain, but it was to no avail, it felt as if everything was slipping out of her.

Sylvia was shaking and staring at herself. The teacher had been quick, three quick, clean cuts, and it was over as suddenly as it had began. Now instead of her pretty white belly fur, she saw what looked like an obscene white balloon of sorts, under which she could clearly see the outlines of her guts - veins crisscrossing over the surface, some of them nipped and bleeding bright red drops. Her belly skin was pulled to the side in two flaps, partly by the contraction of her own belly muscles, part by the teacher deliberately exposing her inside to the cold air of the room.

A wet sensation from her crotch made Sylvia aware that she had not been able to keep her bladder under control. There wasn't much, after all, she had just been on the loo. But now there was a visible puddle between her legs, soaking the fur of her thighs. Worse, she could feel that something had slipped from her tail hole, as she could feel the squishy warm mass resting against the underside of her tail, slowly slipping.

Mr Bernhard placed the knife away, next to her body, then smiled at her. "Our guest is holding up very well, as you can see. Marik, please take that rag over there and quickly clean this up. There's tissue papers in that box."

Sylvia blushed, shivering. This was so embarrassing. It hurt a lot where her belly muscles had been sliced, but the humiliating position was almost worse. Although she couldn't tell whether it was worse being exposed like that in front of everyone, even her insides, or soiling herself in front of everyone. Or the fact that this very fact somehow turned her on, even despite the excruciating pain from the cut.

Especially when Marik did indeed clean the mess - wiping the gooey pebbles from her tail and around her anus, and then, with another moist tissue paper that felt cool and then slightly burning against her nethers – cleaned the moisture from her vulva, a shiver went through her. A shiver that hurt, as her split belly muscles protested against any sort of stimulation, but it was nevertheless a shiver of pleasant arousal.

"Can anyone tell us what we are seeing here?" Mr Bernhard asked the class, pointing at the white translucent shifting bubble that had emerged from the gaping slit in Sylvia's body. "Yes, Alice?" 

"That's the... peri ... prin.... her inner belly skin that wraps all her guts."

"Yes, very good. The scientific term is the peritonemum. As you can see, it can shift freely against the inside of the rib cage, and - opened up like this, also out of her."

To Sylvia's astonishment, the teacher pushed his hands - he was now wearing gloves, into her belly and squeezed them in between her ribs and what was inside her, until she could feel his touch virtually in her back. Then he lifted her, or rather - what was inside her, causing that slippery bladder of guts to bulge even further out of her. It was as if she was picked up, or a large weight was taken off her suddenly. The white bag shifted and deformed, it’s contents shifting almost like a water filled prank balloon. She could see her guts inside move and squirm, but, although her eyes were widened in shock and horror, it didn't hurt nearly as much as she had expected it to.

This time she luckily had enough self control to squeeze her butt shut, as the handling of her guts certainly would have made her soil herself once again. In fact, the more the teacher pulled, the more she felt a tugging sensation between her legs but also below her chest.

Sylvia arched, mostly to ease this uncomfortable pulling sensation, which allowed the teacher to bring her guts a little bit further up. "Yes, like that, show us your guts." He explained, presenting her insides to the class, until he finally, and slowly slowly allowed them to settle back into place inside her. Sylvia slumped back down on the table, sweat on her head. Pain aside, that had been by far the weirdest sensations the gazelle had ever felt. It was the first time she was glad for the machine filling her lungs with air, she wasn’t sure right now if she would have had the strength.

"Of course, we can't take it all the way out, as the peritoneum is joint to the rest of her body in several places. It can shift freely against her diaphragm, so her guts don’t hinder her breathing and movement. But it is connected alongside her back, near her spine, and of course down there, where her colon ends. This is why when we field dress our prey we need to cut here."

By here, he made a circle with his fingers around Sylvia's anus and her pussy. This caused her to twitch, but she also lifted her head, deeply blushed and glared at the teacher.

Even without being able to speak, everyone could read her facial expression. It must have been something along the lines of "Don't you dare cut my pussy out, fucker!"

Mr Bernhard laughed at the fierce reaction, then inserted his one hand underneath Sylvia's nipples, while his other touched the same area from the outside. He slowly moved both his hands further south, towards the doe's slit, then smiled as he felt the point where he couldn't go any further, where her inside skin loped back into her crotch, to allow for her bladder and womb to connect to the outside world. Sylvia closed her eyes and shivered, trembling. That were sensations she had never even dared to imagine. Any touch on her inner skin was anything but pleasant, but the combination, and the knowledge of being felt such inside out was something else...

"Marik, do you wanna feel? Can you tell, where her bladder is? It's a bit harder to find since it's almost empty now. Here, take a pair of these gloves. As you will notice, in most species, the bladder is outside the peritoneum, so it's easy to spot it.

Sylvia would have moaned and at the same time thought she had to sink into the table out of shame... basically having her exposed insides pimped by the teacher, to the boy she had just... it was too much... and yet it turned her on. In fact, she was sure if she hadn't been so horny now, the pain would have been much worse, so maybe that was a good thing?

Marik smirked sheepishly, and with a very visible bulge in his pants as he did what the teacher had showed him. He was a bit rougher and inexperienced in his movements, and it caused Sylvia more discomfort, but he also stuck his finger into her sex and moved it around inside her, while his other paw felt around in her belly... Her hooves tensed and twitched as she stretched her legs, pushing against her restraints again, but this time out of arousal.

And then she had to pee. Marik found her bladder, and he squeezed her between his fingers, from both within and - also from within her sex. She tried to hold it in, blushing, but there was no use. In quite an arc, the fox squirted the remaining pee out of her, until she was finally, completely empty. The class giggled and laughed, while a shudder went through the gazelle.

"Well done." Mr Bernhard commented.

Sylvia would have whimpered. This was too much. The pain, the pleasure, but she couldn't move. She couldn't whimper. She couldn't even breathe on her own. Her lungs slowly filled with air, then were deflated again, as if she was a machine someone else had programmed and now played games with.

Eventually Marik was shooed away by the teacher and told to clean up the mess again. In turn a few brave and curious students from the class were allowed to check her out. Not all were nice, and it wasn't as sexy as what Marik had done, they were too impatient, probing and pushing at her insides, while also sniffing her with hungry faces. For a while she watched it with hawk eyes, but there was nothing she could do after all. At least Mr Bernhard interrupted whenever one of the boys was too rough, or trying to get out of line.

"No touching without gloves! Your skin is not just dirty but also acidic. If you don't believe me, I'm gonna cut your belly open and show you how that feels!" He warned one overeager student who had been about to reach into her. At those words, he promptly tugged his tail between his legs and quickly made a few steps backwards.

Sylvia would have giggled, if she could. A smile played over her lips, but it was hard to tell with the straps of the breathing hose fastened to her.

To Sylvia's astonishment, and the delight of the class, her belly skin, as the wolverine had called it, was somewhat translucent, especially under the strong flashlight that the teacher had brought to the table. Exposed like she was, her open belly allowed enough movement inside of her, so the teacher could probe and shift her insides to shine light - literally - on various inner organs that he pointed out to the students. Before long, she had students probe her stomach, her liver, and even her womb, all through the sensitive inner skin, while the teacher explained what everything did, tugging the squishy balloon half out of her in the process.

"This large ball here is the rumen. All ruminants have that, and it stores food to be chewed again. Unlike your stomachs, it's not acidic but an alkaline environment, where bacteria break down the fibers the herbivores could not digest otherwise. Chewing it again and again helps break them down faster and expose more surface to the microbes. If we were to cut it open, you'd see a green sludge. Ah, see, here you can see it, it came out the top! Although I have to say her stomach is not as big as I'd have expected, it looks like our guest hasn't eaten anything fresh all day."

The probing and pushing had caused Sylvia to burp some of the green mush up. Worse, with her mouth forced open, she couldn't keep it in, and it drooled down on the table and down her chin and formed a green puddle around her head. At least with the pipe she wouldn't choke on it. She tried to gulp as much of it back down, but as soon as the next student picked up her stomach, another wave of half-digested greens came up, driving tears into her eyes.

"As you can smell, this smells rather fresh and herby, not anything like the stuff you might vomit. More like fresh cut grass, laying in the sun for a while. Now, when it gets sufficiently mushy, her food passes on to the first of her actual stomachs. The rumen technically isn't a stomach per se, but a large cavern in her esophagus, while this much smaller thing here actually digests - and mostly the microbes that previously tore down the fiber. In a way you could say ruminants life of microbes, and only indirectly on plant matter. Then there's another stomach, and another, here. And finally the colon. Let's not forget the liver though."

By now, Sylvia had slumped down on the table and was pretty miserable, while the teacher still probed and plucked at the contents of her belly, feeling as if she was literally being plucked apart inside.

Melanie approached her and brushed her head fur carefully, then wiped some drool and escaped food from the corner of her mouth, which Sylvia was really glad for. She thanked the vixen with a smile. "Class is almost over..." Melanie whispered "Hold tight."

Sylvia nodded, then closed her eyes, shivering. But the humiliation wasn't over yet. As the teacher got to her large intestines, he started pointing out the pellets that had formed in her bowels, and squished and pushed them together towards the back, until she felt like she really needed to poop.

"The waste, now completely dry and drained of nutrients and liquids, yet still rich in undigested plant matter is accumulated here, as you can see. Unlike those mushy stinky logs you produce, herbivore dung is typically fragrant, dry and can be used as both fuel and fertilizer. Let's have a look at it."

Sylvia lifted her head, weakly, trying to protest, but it was no use. The teacher and some helping students kept pushing until she could no longer keep it in. Under the laughter of some students - while others made faces and turned away disgusted, she felt herself let go involuntarily, with all the squishy pellets getting expelled and oozing down - since she was on her back - over her tail and on the table.

"Let's get a tray to collect it." Mr Bernhard announced and put a shallow metal something behind her to collect the mess, while two students kept milking her guts, through her inner skin, to really empty her out.

Sylvia glared at them at first, Furious and embarrassed at the same time, then gave up and squeezed her eyes shut, while her pucker twitched and flexed, now moist and sticky.

"Marik, please, if you could clean our guest up again, while I use this to fertilize the flowers in front of our window..." Mr Bernhard instructed, and, under the cheer and laughter of the class, dumped the tray out the classroom window unto the lawn.

Sylvia was thankful to be left alone for at least this second. Blushing, she enjoyed getting cleaned up by the fox, who for the second time, carefully cleaned her butt, as if she was a baby fawn in diapers. It was demeaning, but... also a little bit hot. Even if it only lasted until the teacher came back.

"Well done, all clean I see. Now, let's finally turn our attention to the reproduction system..."

Sylvia gulped, no rest for he wicked it seemed, as once more Mr Bernhard reached for her guts and rearranged her insides, until Sylvia felt a tugging, as if her pussy was pulled inwards. She tensed, and shivered.

The teacher had found her womb and ovaries and showed them to the class, who eagerly came to feel them up.

Sylvia had enough. From all the touching and probing, she felt like she was burning all over, or rather inside her belly. But despite the burning sensation she was shivering and cold. Then again the tugging did feel quite nice. Pulling on her womb tugged on her pussy from the inside in just the right way. It sent her mind on a sexual fantasy, where she imagined Marik with his cock in her, masturbating with his hand in her belly, grabbing her womb, like it was grabbed now...

She opened her eyes to find him, and indeed, he was standing quite close. Looking unsure, but with quite a bulge in his pants. Their gaze met, and blushing, she nodded towards him, encouraging him to have a go as well. Although with all the students shoving and wanting to touch, it was hard to get to her in the first place.

Before he had made it, Dr. Bernhard called it quits.

"OK class. Enough now. Everyone go back to your seats. Except you two, you stay right here." Mr Bernhad addressed the two foxes. Although it seemed neither of them had any intent to leave the gazelle alone with the teacher. "Let's see how our guest is holding up. Still conscious?"

Sylvia was very conscious, although she felt cold and was shivering visibly. But she had no problems lifting her head as far as the slack of the hose in her mouth allowed and glare at the teacher. "Yes, you're doing good." He acknowledged. "I'm sorry class. Had she passed away, I would at this point take out her organs out and passed them around for you to look at, but I don't think she's going to agree to that.

She couldn't speak, but everyone in the class could read her body language, it was a clear "Hell no!"

"But you can do that with meat from the butcher as well. Becker fine meats, a partner of our sponsor Everlastoids (R), has generously gifted vouchers to our school." He took a box from under the desk and placed it on the corner, with little papers in it. "When you go home, each of you take one voucher, which you can exchange at Becker's for an inner organ as written on the voucher. Please each of you take one, then make a picture or drawing of the organ and describe it in detail. Weight, size, color, how soft or hard it is, what does it look inside, what it smells and tastes like. And then you can of course cook or eat it raw if you like. Everyone only ONE voucher. And that's also your homework until next week. No, not yet. Stay at your seats now, pick them up on your way out when the bell rings. Any questions? Yes Alice?"

"What happens to the gazelle?"

Mr Bernhard turned towards the foxes and the gazelle strapped open on the table and smirked. Sylvia looked back, hope mixing with fear on her face.

"The good news for everyone is, our main sponsor has funded one year of school grounds health protection premium, by Iluminum insurances incorporated. This generously includes coverage of guests and visitors. As such we have the possibility to bring our esteemed guest to the the city hospital, where she will receive first class treatment and they'll hopefully also be able to patch her back together. All sponsored by Dr. Fuzz (tm) - now with their logo on the side of the each ambulance car! Don't forget to buy a toy one from the school merchandise shop, only 3.99." He announced to the class, happy to have delivered the final required product placement as required. And not a second to soon, he had barely finished when the bell rang for the end of class.

As expected, all the students ran out and picked up vouchers, which they started comparing and trading. "Look I got a womb!" "Yuck... mine says bile gland." "Ha! Ha! You got nuts!" ... "I got brain, anyone wanna trade for a heart or lungs?"

Mr Bernhard nodded, grinning, then turned towards the foxes. "You stay here with our guest and start cleaning everything up. You can unbind her but make sure she doesn't stand up in her condition. Make sure all the equipment is cleaned up, and wipe the blackboard until I'm back. Yes, Alice, what do you want?"

"I ... can I help the foxes with the cleanup?"

"Certainly. But please don't eat any more of our guest."

"Awwww. OK Sir."

"Good. Now please excuse me, I need to make some arrangements for a stretcher and a car. I'll be back in a few minutes."

The door closed, and the fox couple, Alice, and the bound, exposed gazelle were on their own.

Alice blushed a bit, as she approached Sylvia, who eyed her with tired eyes, but visible suspicion. She didn't trust this one. "Did... did you really fuck her in the toilet?"

It was Marik's time to blush. "It was kinda obvious, wasn't it? We had a little threesome." The vixen admitted.

Alice blushed deeper. "What... what did you do?"

"She gave me a blowjob." Marik bragged. Syvia tried to grin, but she also blushed. "And I had a taste of her pussy."

Alice stopped, staring at the mentioned gazelle pussy. Could the vixen read her mind?

"And then she returned the favor while my bro fucker her like a pro..." Melanie enjoyed the flustered expression on Alice snout. "Until Smith barged in and busted us."

"No way, Smith caught you fucking? You’re screwed then..."

Melanie grinned. "Almost, but definitely pants down. I think we got away with some extra homework."

"Lucky bastards... I... I wanna taste her pussy..." Alice admitted, making another step towards the gazelle.

"You're gonna have to ask her permission, I insist." Melanie could see that Sylvia seemed somewhat uncomfortable, considering what the wolverine had done earlier. "How about we untie her first."

Alice licked her lips, looked from one to the other, including Sylvia, who glared at her not to come closer. "Deal. I'll help you."

The wolverine staid true to her word. She stepped to the table, but only to nestle the straps free that held Sylvia's hocks in place. Melanie did the same to her thighs, while Marik freed her arms. 

Sylvia tried to flex her limbs, but found out that she could not use her belly muscles, so she couldn’t sit up. Rolling around was certainly an even more foolish idea, but there was something she could do. Get rid of the damned hose, now that she had her arms free!

Nestling the strap free was easy, as it was rubber and stretchable. The rest was as easy as pulling the dreaded hose out of her throat.

Coughing and sputtering, she finally got it free. Although coughing felt weird, with her belly muscles cut, her coughs were shallow and somewhat painful wheezes. She had not used her diaphragm actively in a while, and doing so felt odd, with everything underneath exposed and open.

Finally, Sylvia managed to pull her elbows under her, and push herself up into a halfway sitting position. sSaring down on her guts, tugged half out of her belly, yet still covered by her peritoneum. She could feel the weight of the whole mass tugging on her as it tried to slip out.

"Oh fuck..." were the first hoarse words she managed to speak.

Marik saw Sylvia's struggles and quickly picked up a heavy box and some towels, which he stuffed behind the gazelle's back. That way she could half sit, and have her arms free while she stared at her bulging insides.

"That's so hot." Alice commented. "Touch it!" she encouraged.

Indeed, Sylvia carefully probed her exposed inside. She was the first to do so without gloves, thanks to the teacher's insistence. The skin was sticky from traces of dried blood, and very sensitive to touch.

"Ouch... this feels so weird..."

"Can I ... lick it? Please?" Alice begged.

Sylvia looked at her, saw the obvious excitement and arousal in her face, and blushed.

"How can I trust you not to bite?" Sylvia asked, shivering.

"I.... I triple promise? I ... I kinda really want to sink my teeth in, but I promise I won't."

Sylvia looked from Alice, to Melanie, then to the door, which was closed.

"Ok, but be really gentle. This is super sensitive." the gazelle surprised herself, her heart beating like a drum. But she had to agree this was kinda hot for some odd unexplainable reason.

Shaking from excitement, Alice bent over the gazelle, sniffing, inhaling the scent of entrails and blood and arousal. Then she hesitatingly stretched her tongue out.

Sylvia held her breath, quivering, feeling an adrenaline rush. The tongue touched her, surprisingly slippery and less painful than her fingers at first, as she licked across the bulge made by her bowels.

Alice let out a cute little moan, and she was drooling visibly, dripping down on Sylvia's guts, then she suddenly opened wide, and sunk her maw deep into the squishy mass.

"Gah!" Sylvia gasped, more surprised than in pain. Quivering, she watched the wolverine dive down into her guts. She could feel the wolverine's teeth, but at least she wasn't biting through, just sinking her whole face into the gazelle's insides.

"Alice don't. Stop that!" Melanie demanded, and made a step towards them. She was about to grab Alice, when the wolverine let go on her own and stood up again. Shaking, she took a deep breath.

"Fuck! This is the hottest and tastiest thing I've ever had. Sylvia, I wanna eat you, I wanna eat you so much, but I won’t. I promised. We're good." She explained, quickly, seeing that both Melanie and Marik were fangs bared and ready to defend their prey.

"You OK?" Marik asked Sylvia, just to be sure. Sylvia nodded, looking at the spot that Alice had just occupied. She had a visible indents from the wolverine's fangs, which were bleeding a tiny bit, but there was no actual puncture, just a scratch. It still hurt. But by now the gazelle barely cared about pain.

Alice bent close to Sylvia's crotch, sniffing again, taking in the scent of her sex and her pee and her droppings that Marik had cleaned before. She placed her paws on the gazelle's thighs and started licking.

Sylvia giggled, then moaned, as the wolverine once more tasted her. With a grin she noticed that Marik's pants could barely contain his cock. The gazelle's belly contents quivered and jiggled as the wolverine got a bit carried away, licking first, then chewing on her nethers and her nipples. It was still playful, no hard biting. In a way she was more gentle than Melanie had been, but it enticed delicious flavors from the gazelle that Alice savored as if they were the gods ambrosia itself. Soon one of the wolverine's paws wandered down between her own legs and into her jeans.

Sylvia moaned, then waved Marik closer to whisper something into his ear. She had barely finished telling him, when Alice finally did bite harder, causing Sylvia to bleat and arch, while the wolverine herself was covered by a fit of shivers, barely able to stay on her legs. Panting she let go and braced herself, licking her lips of cum and blood.

"Thanks..... thank you.... I so wish I could eat you. I want you for dinner and for breakfast and for lunch and then again. But I'd only be able to eat you once, so that'd be a bummer. I'm gonna have a nice bloody steak tonight and pretend it's you." Alice told the gazelle, blushing. "Take care, I gotta get home, or I'm gonna be in trouble. Hope you're gonna be OK. And sorry for your shoulder... but you’re delicious!"

"You take care, too..." Sylvia answered almost giggling at the last comment. "It's OK, I let you do it, didn’t I?" she shrugged it off.

"You really wanna do that?" Marik asked the gazelle as soon as the wolverine had left.

Sylvia nodded.

"What have you two planned there? I smell conspiracy! Tell me!" Melanie demanded.

"Well... I'm not gonna have my guts exposed again anytime soon, am I?.... I hope... I had this idea I wanted to try..."

Marik was eagerly stepping out of his jeans with his cock stiff like a flagpole.

"What are you doing? Hey, what if Bernhard comes back now and has Smith in tow."

"We won't take long." He tried to convince his sister.

"You sure? And if not I'm gonna yank you apart again when you're tied?"

Marik blushed. He had for a moment forgotten that scene, of course she had to rub it in.

Sylvia was a bit flustered as well. She now shifted to the edge of the table, her legs dangling, spread wide, while she stuck her fingers in the gap under her teats, tugging on her womb, just like the students had done before, which made her cunny twitch very enticingly.

"You aren't... you must be kidding me, I gotta see this." Melanie realized what was going to happen and moved to the side, leaning over the table so she could see. Marik stepped in between the gazelle's legs and lined his cock up with her sex. He could see that she was as horny as he was.

Sylvia gasped as she felt his tip between her nether lips. "Oh wow. I can feel you in there."

Marik grinned silly. "Me too. I can feel your fingers squeeze. This is so sick."

"Can I touch?" Melanie asked smirking, eager to stick her paw in Sylvia's belly. She took the gazelle's moan as a yes, even though it was in response to Marik pushing in the rest of the way. But the Gazelle did not seem to mind the second hand that felt how Marik's cock felt inside there.

Marik blushed as her felt that second touch. Even though there were a few layers of thin skin in between, this was still his sister touching his cock while he was having sex. That was so wrong, and yet so hot.

"Ok, I gotta try that too."

Sylvia moaned as a third paw was pushed into her lower belly. Marik tried to reach around her guts and reach his cock from below. It was only thanks to the students basically emptying her earlier that there was enough room for that side. He really did it! She could feel his paw literally grasp around her womb and also around her vaginal channel, that his cock was in, opposite of the girls hands.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh ...." He moaned as he humped faster and faster, basically giving himself a hand job inside the gazelle – and then rammed his knot past Sylvia's nethers for the second time.

Sylvia bleated and arched, the whole of her exposed guts quivering and trembling. She had one hand inside herself, feeling Mariks cock inside her, with the others she hugged her belly contents to keep them from slipping out all the way and tumbling of the edge of the table. As Marik had said, this was sick. But hot!

Melanie just grinned over both ears, feeling them both out as they approached climax. And then she could actually feel her brother cum and squirt - her paw of course safely protected by two thin skin layers. She still pulled out, and let the two ride it out. Sylvia arched, trembling then lost balance and slumped to her side on the table, with most of the wobbly gut-balloon coming out of her and spreading out in front of her. Shivering and shaking, she hugged the squishy mass it with both hands, while Marik was slumped half over her, riding his orgasm out.

Melanie went to the door and listened. No trace of any teacher yet.

She gave her brother a thumbs up sign. All clear.

Marik was stuck again, but this time he felt his knot inside his partner. Grinning, he squeezed, pushing himself back out from the inside, which caused Sylvia to moan, and her gaping pussy to twitch as he slipped out and squirted a last load right over her guts.

Sylvia moaned and squirmed on the table, while Melanie had a good look at the gaping hole full of her brother's seed.

"You know, you might wanna clean this, before the teachers come back..." She suggested to her brother, who had reached for one of the wipies to clean his cock, then, still throbbing, pulled his pants back up.

"She tastes really good!" Melanie tried to convince him.

Marik eyed the soaked pussy he had left behind. Sylvia had once more reached inside herself and was now squeezing all his cum back out, quivering from pleasure in the process. It was quite a big load.

"Nah thanks. I'm not gonna eat my own spunk." Marik stuck out his tongue, and instead went to clean her up with the same sort of tissues he had used before. She still seemed to like it. And although he was visibly salivating at the sight of her pussy, his own cum seemed to deter him from sampling – for now.

"Your loss, you're missing out." Melanie teased. "Are you OK?" she asked Sylvia, who was shivering, but seemed oddly happy.

"I’m fine... just ... can you help me get all of me back inside me?"

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