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Now he has to go there for a whole week before they can correct the error. There is nothing that could make this week bearable for him … is there?

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", "writing": "[right]Cover art adapted from [URL=https://inkbunny.net/s/2247537]artwork[/URL] by [URL=https://inkbunny.net/sicMoP]sicMoP[/URL]. Used with permission.[/right]\n\n\n\nNancy whined from his side of the bedroom door. “But [I]Mom![/I] It’s a skirt! These are girl’s clothes!” Why couldn’t his mom see that this was no fit for a dog like him?\n\n“Put it on, dear. You have to wear the school’s uniform. That’s in their rule book. It’s only for a little while before you transfer to the right school. Come on – we’re going to be late for your first day at the new school!”\n\nIt wasn’t fair! This school uniform was stiff and uncomfortable, and the dark blue skirt didn’t even go good with his yellow lab fur. And it was a [I]skirt[/I] – for [I]girls[/I]. It was bad enough being named Nancy, and now this? “I can’t!” he told her. “I won’t do it!”\n\n“It’s only for one week. I’m sorry, but when we moved to the Furr Republic, we didn’t realize that they still had boys-only and girls-only schools. And the school administrators just thought you were a girl when they saw your name was Nancy.”\n\n“[I]Everybody[/I] does!” he whined.\n\n“Come on. That’s not true. Now get ready – we have to go in ten minutes!”\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nNancy was [I]not[/I] happy as his mom drove him to the new school. But he was wearing the skirt and stiff button-up top, and they were only a [I]few[/I] minutes late, so his mom was happy.\n\nHe stared out the window from the back seat, frowning at everything in the Furr Republic. Why couldn’t they have just stayed home where he had friends and everything was better? Everything was weird here. Even the buildings were different. And Mom was driving on the wrong side of the road. And he was wearing [I]a skirt[/I]. It felt so weird to have air on his legs like this. It made him feel like he was naked.\n\nAnd this was only the [I]beginning[/I] of what was sure to be the worst day in his life.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThings had [I]definitely[/I] gotten worse once the school day began. Everybody he passed in the halls stared at him, both students and teachers alike. When he sat down in his homeroom class, all the girls looked at him, pointing and whispering. Some of them were giggling.\n\nIt was terrible, and it made him blush ... which only made them giggle [I]more[/I]. How could he possibly live through a whole week of this? Already, he could barely keep track of what the teacher was saying.\n\nMissus Ellens was a big ewe sheep who jiggled when she walked, and she had a voice that made it sound like even [I]she[/I] was bored of the geography lessons she was trying to instill into everybody.\n\nAt least he wasn’t the only one who was finding it hard to pay attention to the teacher. There was more than one time during the class when she’d pointed to one or another of the girls to answer a question for her and the girl had been so busy whispering to someone about him that she hadn’t even known what the question was.\n\nWhich made it all the more unfair when the bell rang and everybody else went to their next class, but Missus Ellens pointed to [I]him[/I] in particular and said, “Nancy, would you stay and see me after class?”\n\nHe stayed, of course. Did he really have any choice? Once everybody else had gone – looking at him and laughing about him even more – he got up and came up to the teacher’s desk in the front.\n\nHe held his head low, his shoulders drooping, his hands clenched against his skirt in a useless effort to make it look less like a skirt. How had he [I]already[/I] gotten in trouble? His mom was going to yell at him for sure.\n\nAt first, though, nothing happened. He glanced up at the teacher. “Yes, Missus Ellens?”\n\nShe waited for the door to close before she did anything ... and even then, she didn’t say anything. She just stood up from her squeaky desk chair, looming over him from the other side of the desk.\n\nHe took a step backward. Oh wow, he must have [I]really[/I] been in trouble...\n\nBut that’s when Missus Ellens did something that was just bizarre. She started unbuttoning her blouse. One by one, starting from the top. At first it wasn’t [I]that[/I] weird ... maybe she was just getting more comfortable now that most of her students had left the room. Teachers did that, right? But then she kept going. Her fur was white and curly, really fuzzy ... but he [I]did[/I] start to see a bit of the valley between her big, jiggly boobies.\n\nWhen he saw the strap of her pink bra in the middle, he [I]had[/I] to say something. “M-Missus Ellens! What’s—”\n\n“Ssh,” she said, winking at him slyly as her hands kept working on one button after another. “I know you’re only here for a week, so we don’t have time to really ease you into it, but you want to have fun, don’t you?” She undid the very last button, leaving her blouse hanging open, showing everything from her bra down to the fluffy white bulge of her belly. “Every boy wants to have fun. Do you want to see them?”\n\nIt was hard to talk with his lips trembling. “See what?”\n\nSmiling, Missus Ellens pulled the two halves of her blouse apart, showing him the huge pink cups of her bra ... and then she grabbed [I]that[/I], yanking it upward.\n\nNancy’s jaw dropped just as two other somethings – two big, bulbous somethings – dropped as well. Nancy had never seen real boobies before, not in real life. And the ones he’d seen when he’d been able to sneak some alone time at the computer had all been really round and firm-looking, jutting straight out. Missus Ellens’s were very, very different. They flopped downward, jiggling a lot and swinging a little, rippling like they were made of jello. Each one was capped with a [I]huge[/I] pink nipple the size of his hand. And they were [I]massive[/I]. Like enormous squishy watermelons on her chest.\n\n“What do you think?” Missus Ellens said, grinning at him. “Want to touch them?”\n\nFor a moment, he froze. His hands lifted slightly, as if he was going to reach all the way across the desk and grab those huge things. But his better judgment soon caught up with him. “I... I’ve got to get to my next class!” he stammered, running – [I]running[/I] – for the door. He didn’t look behind him, had no idea how Missus Ellens reacted to him running away. It didn’t matter. Everything was just so [I]weird[/I] now.\n\nEven running felt weird, in this skirt. It kept ruffling in the wind, wanting to get tangled in his legs.\n\nWhen he heard a barking shout of “No running!” from somewhere behind him, he slowed, heading at a more reasonable pace to where he [I]thought[/I] his next class was.\n\n[I]Gym[/I] class.\n\nHe grimaced. This was [I]not[/I] going to be easy, was it?\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nIt wasn’t until he arrived at the school’s gym and met the gym teacher – a tall, intimidating doberman woman named Missus Kern – that he learned the [I]really[/I] bad news: since this was an all-girls school, there was only one locker room. And no, he wasn’t allowed to go in there and use it after everyone else was done. He’d get written up for being late to gym class.\n\nWhich left Nancy standing there in front of the locker room door, which [I]clearly[/I] had a picture of a girl in a skirt on it, clearly only for girls. Then again, [I]he[/I] was wearing a skirt now, too. This was [I]so[/I] weird. He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t!\n\nThat was when Missus Kern came up behind him. She made him feel so small and pathetic with her big doberman body looming over him like he was just a little yellow lab puppy. “No dawdling!” she barked, giving him a hard shove from behind, straight toward the door.\n\nHe stumbled forward, out of control, holding his hands out in front of him. Thankfully, that was enough to push the door out of his way as he crashed through it, and even more thankfully, hitting the door slowed him down enough to catch his balance before he ran straight into a girl on the other side. A girl in her underwear!\n\nThe girl was a cute little skunk. Her white panties and little white bra stood out starkly against the black parts of her fur, almost disappearing against the white parts, making her look kind of clothed and naked at the same time.\n\nHe was afraid she was going to screech and throw him out of the locker room ... but what she actually did was far worse. She didn’t seem to be ashamed to be seen like that at all. Instead she pointed at him. “Look everybody! It’s the boy. It’s the boy!”\n\nAfter that, [I]everybody[/I] in the locker room was staring at him. Constantly. Relentlessly. He tired not to look at them as he shuffled straight to the darkest corner of the room, where the least eyes would be on him, and found an empty locker. Most of the lockers way back here were empty.\n\nThat didn’t stop all the girls from following him and staring at him, though. He could feel all of their eyes on his back. He wasn’t even naked yet! But he sure felt like it ... and things were only about to get worse.\n\nHe couldn’t dare sit around too long, though. He was already in danger of running late after Missus Ellens had kept him too long. There was no other choice but to ... do it.\n\nAt least he could start with something innocuous. Just taking his backpack off, taking the shorts and gym shirt out of it, setting them down on the smooth wooden bench next to him. That wasn’t so bad.\n\nAnd then maybe he could just take his shirt off? He’d been shirtless in front of all kinds of people before at the swimming pool or the beach. That wasn’t a big deal, right?\n\nThe tie came off first – just a clip-on – and that was no big deal. But when he started undoing the buttons, it reminded him of Missus Ellens and her big, jiggly boobies. Even though he was staring at plain metal lockers, it was as if he was looking right at Missus Ellens. He could see her big pink nipples clear as day.\n\n“Look!” some girl said. “He’s not wearing a bra!”\n\n“What’s the big deal? Neither am I?” another girl said.\n\nThat made Nancy’s hands start trembling again ... to the point where it was hard to undo the last couple of buttons. He hurried through putting the button-up shirt into the locker, then quickly put the smaller, tighter gym shirt on, hoping to get covered before all these girls’ eyes burned a hole in his back.\n\nBut then came the time for what was really the biggest problem. He could feel them all staring, all anticipating the moment when he’d take his skirt off. Slipping his shoes off first gave him a little bit of a delay. And he was glad he’d thought of it. He could easily slip the skirt off over the shoes, but if he did, then he’d have to unto the shoelaces while he was in just his underwear before he could get the shorts on.\n\nThat gave him an idea, though... The best idea he’d ever had! It [I]was[/I] really easy to slip this skirt over things – or to slip things under the skirt!\n\nGrinning, he picked the small, stretchy gym shorts out of his bag. He could feel the collective gasp of anticipation around him ... but too bad. These girls wouldn’t be seeing [I]him[/I] naked! He simply bent down and pulled the shorts up under his skirt, getting them all the way up and into place before he undid the skirt’s zipper and slipped it off. Not for one moment did he have to leave himself exposed!\n\n“Oh come on!” one girl whined ... but he kept on grinning. He’d won this round!\n\nEven so, he hastily shoved his bag and the skirt into the locker, slipped his shoes on without even stopping to tie them, and hurried straight out of that locker room as fast as he possibly could. He had [I]such [/I]a strong feeling that he didn’t belong in there. It felt good to burst through the door back into the hallway.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nGym class, as it turned out, was pretty much the same as gym class back home, except that Missus Kern seemed even meaner and scarier than his last gym teacher. These shorts were tight and clingy, and they didn’t leave much to the imagination ... but at least they were shorts and not a skirt.\n\nIt wasn’t so weird to be wearing shorts. It was a little weird to be the only boy in this class full of girls, but that wasn’t too bad, even if a lot of them kept looking at him ... specifically looking down below his waist. How much could they see through these tight red shorts? He had to prevent himself from continually looking down at them to check.\n\nEveryone was standing in line, waiting their turn for the rope climb. And Nancy was next in line.\n\n“New girl!” Missus Kern shouted. “You’re up!”\n\n“I’m a boy!” he whined.\n\n“Whichever. Get your hiney up that rope!”\n\n“But—”\n\nMissus Kern blew her whistle, the loud shriek filling the whole gym and echoing back. “Now!”\n\nThat loud whistle had made him involuntarily jump, and once he was moving, it was like his feet took him to the padded mat under the rope all on their own.\n\nOnce there, he grabbed the slightly-swinging end of the rope automatically enough, holding it by the knot at the end, but he couldn’t help but feel pretty intimidated when he looked up – [I]all[/I] the way up – past the rope’s middle that seemed to sway and bend toward him, all the way to the little bell hung right up next to the metal ceiling beams. This one went [I]way[/I] higher than the rope at his old school...\n\n“Climb!” Missus Kern shouted, coming up behind him.\n\nJust from the sheer force of her voice, Nancy grabbed the rope and started pulling himself up a little bit. He soon froze again, though, trembling as he stared up at what seemed like an endless distance between himself and that bell at the top.\n\nWithout any warning, Missus Kern’s hand [I]smacked[/I] him in the butt! Was it just his imagination, or did she also grab and squeeze for just the briefest moment? “Up!” she shouted. “Come on, work those little glutes!”\n\nWith his butt burning from the smack and his cheeks burning from the way the girls giggled at him, Nancy climbed. All that heat from the embarrassment of getting spanked right in front of everybody – could they do that in this country? – kept him going, pushing him upward faster than he’d ever climbed a rope before.\n\nAnd even after his butt stopped stinging, even after the giggles of the girls faded away and it seemed like it was just him way up there on the rope, he actually found the going easier than he expected. This rope was less scratchy than the one back home, and the braids of it were big enough to get a good grip on. And these tight, stretchy shorts were actually easier to move in than the loose, baggy ones he’d worn back home.\n\nBefore he realized it, he was at the top. It actually hadn’t been that bad, had it? Actually, that was true of a lot of things today. Really, the worst thing that had happened to him was some girls whispering and giggling, and that wasn’t really so bad if he just ignored it. Even the weirdness of Missus Ellens showing him her boobies wasn’t too bad. Looking back at it, he even kind of enjoyed being able to see some real boobies right in front of him. Would she do it again if he asked her?\n\nHe reached up and rang the bell, jangling it a whole bunch of times just for good measure. That, though, was when he made the mistake of looking down.\n\nHis head swam and his eyes spun in circles when he saw just how far down that padded blue mat was. It looked like it was the size of a napkin down there, even though he knew from when he was standing on it that it was even bigger than the biggest bed he’d ever seen. His hands clenched tight around the rope, so tightly he thought he’d never be able to let go of it.\n\n“Okay,” Missus Kern’s voice called up from somewhere down there, “you can come down now.”\n\n[I]Could[/I] he? He slid his legs a little way down the rope, but when he tried to make his hands open up so he could take a grip lower down, they just ... wouldn’t. They wouldn’t listen to him. They were clenching on for dear life! Every time he tried to release his grip, it was like the message just wasn’t getting all the way up to his hands.\n\n“Any day now,” Missus Kern said, her voice dripping with impatience.\n\nOkay ... he knew he could do this. He [I]had[/I] to do this. It wasn’t like he could just spend the rest of his life up here at the top of this rope, now was it?\n\nSlowly, he forced one hand to let go of the rope. Then ... the other...\n\nAnd that’s when he realized what an amazingly stupid mistake he’d made – while his whole body was pivoting backward. Letting go with both hands at the same time was [I]not[/I] a good idea! And it was too late to do anything about it. He flailed his arms back toward the rope, but it was too late – he was bending over backwards.\n\nEverybody below gasped as he hung for a moment, upside down on the rope, held up only by his legs.\n\nFor just a little while there, he thought he might be able to get a grip on the rope again, that he might be able to recover and climb down normally. But his legs weren’t strong enough. Before he could get a good grip on the rope behind his back, it slipped out from between his legs, sending him tumbling down.\n\nHe spun and spun. 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Walk it off.”\n\nActually, he was perfectly fine lying down for a while longer, but when a strong, calloused hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him up, he came up along with it, standing dizzily.\n\nSlowly, as he stumbled his way around the gym floor, he started to come back to himself a little, to recover from the fall.\n\nHe looked up at the rope. Even from across the gym it looked [I]really[/I] high. Had he really fallen from all the way up there? Wow. He was actually kind of impressed with himself, in a weird way.\n\nEventually, he made his way back, joining the disorganized huddle of girls who’d already gone up and down the rope. Or at least tried to. Not everybody was able to ring the bell.\n\nAnd, thankfully, it seemed like none of them were really noticing him at the moment. He’d kind of snuck up behind them all, and they were busy watching the girl currently trying to struggle her way up the rope. And that finally gave Nancy a moment to feel like everything was back to normal, at least for a little while. For once, not everyone was looking at him. All he had to do was stand here and catch his breath. It was a rare moment to relax in this stressful first day of school.\n\nWith that moment of relaxation and the luxury to just look at things around him, Nancy came to a startling realization. These tight gym shorts indeed left very little to the imagination on him ... but they also left very little to the imagination on all the girls in front of him as well.\n\nIt was as if his eyes were being opened for the very first time. There were half a dozen young furry girls right in front of him, all of them the same age as him, and all of them wearing the same tight little red shorts. Only, they didn’t fit the same on every girl. On that same skunk he’d bumped into in the locker room, they came far down her thighs, showing off the heart-shaped gap between her legs. On a pig girl next to her, they stretched immensely tight, as if they might pop like an overfilled balloon at any moment ... or maybe like [I]two[/I] overfilled balloons, to better describe the big curves of her butt. On a tall deer girl on the other side, they rode high ... so high that he could actually see a little of the underside of her butt cheeks peeking out. And on [I]most[/I] of them, the shorts were so tight that he could clearly see the lines of their panties underneath, showing him [I]exactly[/I] what kind of panties each of the girls was wearing. They were actually ... kind of [I]pretty[/I].\n\nWhen the next girl came back from climbing the rope, though, Nancy’s moment of respite was over. The girl was a chipmunk with reddish hair, and she grinned wide the moment she saw him ... which made all the other girls turn and look. And then it was too late. He was the center of attention again, like it or not.\n\nWhat was with all of them, anyway? Why’d they all want to stare at him so much? It was like they’d never seen a boy before. All they did was stand and stare ... and whisper and giggle. He was really starting to not like the sounds of whispering and giggling.\n\nSoon, though, a couple of them did [I]more[/I] than just standing and staring. The chipmunk girl who’d just gotten back from climbing the rope grabbed another girl – a bunny a little bit shorter than her and with bright reddish-pink hair – and she held the smaller girl by the shoulders, pushing her closer.\n\nThe chipmunk girl pushed her friend all the way up until she was standing [I]right[/I] in front of Nancy. Still holding the smaller girl’s shoulders, she said, “This is Tasha. She thinks you’re really cute, and she wants to know: would you go out with her if she asked?”\n\nThe bunny herself trembled in place, blushing fiercely, her whole body hunched in on itself in an effort to make herself look smaller. If she could curl all the way in on herself and make herself disappear, it looked like she’d definitely try to. She didn’t say a single word. It looked like she wasn’t even breathing.\n\nThen again, Nancy didn’t know what to say, either. He stared at the two girls. “Uh...”\n\n“Say something, Tasha!” the chipmunk said.\n\nBut she didn’t. After a few more trembling moments, Tasha broke free from the other girl’s grip and ran, hiding behind a clump of other girls, peeking at him from between their bodies.\n\nThe chipmunk just shook her head. “Well, that’s Tasha for you. Don’t worry – she’s actually really nice.” She came a little closer, then just casually reached down and grabbed his crotch, her hand cupping and squeezing his privates. “Ooh... And [I]you’re[/I] really nice, too!” Still holding him there, she winked. “I’m Priscilla, by the way. But all my friends call me Prissy.” Finally, she let go of him and walked back to the other girls ... but she looked over her shoulder at him. “See you at study hall!”\n\nWhat was he supposed to make of [I]that?[/I] Now he was feeling more insecure and confused than ever!\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nHe hadn’t even realized the worst part of gym class until it finally came. The showers.\n\nOf course everybody was going to shower after gym class. That’s just how it was done. But, somehow, he’d managed to forget about all of that ... at least until it was time for it to actually happen. Now, he stood at the gateway-like arch between the locker room and the shower room connected to it. He was wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist ... which already set him apart from all the girls going through that doorway. [I]They[/I] all had their towels up around their chests, which meant that they were showing a lot of legs and tails down beneath ... more than their skirts normally showed. But that was the least of his concerns. Because he was about to live one of his recurring nightmares: being naked in front of a whole bunch of girls.\n\n“Do I [I]have[/I] to?” he said, already knowing the answer, but feeling like he had to take every chance he could get to avoid this.\n\nMissus Kern’s hand remained firmly against his back, preventing him from running away ... as he’d already tried to do three times. “Get in there,” she said. “Nobody wants to smell your sweat all day. And don’t worry about it. You’re all just a bunch of kids. They won’t even know what they’re looking at.”\n\nHe very much doubted that, but what could he say to the contrary? And when Missus Kern gave him a forceful shove from behind, all he could do was to stumble into the shower room.\n\nHis hand trembling, he hung up his towel on one of the hooks just outside. It was already pretty much falling off, anyway. The room was full of steam and spraying water, but definitely not enough to hide him, and he could tell that [I]everybody[/I] inside was staring at him.\n\nThankfully, it was only a few of the girls in here at this point. Most of them had already finished in the time he spent [I]slowly[/I] getting undressed and his multiple attempts at getting out of here without going through the showers. Even so, he quickly shuffled to the nearest available shower head and turned it on.\n\nHe didn’t even care that the water felt cold at first. He just hoped the spray would hide his body from those girls!\n\nAs he should have known, it did no such thing. All it did was mat his fur down against his body, showing even more clearly everything he had down there ... down there and everywhere. He would have known that if he just looked at any of the girls already showering! They were ... they were...\n\nWoah.\n\nFor a moment, he forgot about his own nakedness. There were four girls still in the shower, and all of them were absolutely, completely, head-to-toe [I]naked[/I]. None of them had more than slight bumps for boobies, but that didn’t stop him from staring at their nipples. He’d never realized what different colors nipples came in. Light pink, darker redder pink, tan, dark brown... And as his eyes slipped further down their bodies... Wow. So they just had like ... [I]nothing[/I] down there. Just a little slit, maybe a slight bump. One of the girls had some pink lips poking out of hers. There really wasn’t much to look at there. So why was it [I]so[/I] fascinating to stare down where these girls’ bellies sloped toward the gap between their legs? That vacant spot where there weren’t any privates dangling around was just somehow so alluring, so incredible to stare at.\n\n“Look Mandy!” one girl said, pointing excitedly. “It’s starting to poke out! It’s so pink!”\n\n[I]That[/I] snapped him out of it. He looked down. And yes – his dick was starting to slide up out of his sheath!\n\nHastily, he covered himself with his hands again, turning away from the girls and toward the water instead. What followed was the fastest shower he’d ever taken. Barely enough to call rinsing off. But hopefully it would be enough to satisfy Missus Kern, because he was ready to get [I]out[/I] of here!\n\nHe rushed through drying off, honestly leaving his fur pretty damp, but he didn’t care. He could air dry during the next period of classes. And maybe being a little wetter as he came out of the showers would convince Missus Kern that he’d done a good enough job washing himself.\n\nOnly ... when he came out, Missus Kern was nowhere to be seen. Apparently, just seeing him finally go in there had been enough for her.\n\nThankfully, there weren’t many girls left in the locker room, either. And the few who [I]were[/I] there wouldn’t be able to see much, anyway. Nowhere near as much as the girls in the shower had. He rushed through putting his school clothes on in a blur. He never thought he’d be so happy to put that skirt back on!\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nHis next class was with Missus Ellens again. Maybe he was starting to get more used to wearing a skirt, or maybe it just didn’t seem so bad after actually being naked after gym class, but it actually felt like a [I]relief[/I] to sit down in her class, lounging back in the chair.\n\nDespite taking so long in avoiding the showers, he was actually one of the first students to arrive in the classroom. Apparently, everybody else wanted to stay outside, chatting in the hallway as long as possible before class.\n\n[I]He[/I] sure didn’t, though. He didn’t have any friends here to talk to. Except maybe Tasha and Prissy? But Tasha didn’t seem to be much of a talker, and Prissy made him feel really weird. He didn’t feel like it would be a good idea to talk to them. And as for the rest of the girls ... they’d all be whispering and staring at him, like usual. He’d had [I]more[/I] than enough of [I]that[/I] already!\n\nAlthough ... come to think of it, Missus Ellens was sure staring at him too.\n\nSlowly, he looked back at her, wincing a little when he saw just how intensely she was staring at him. She met his eyes for a moment, winked, and then deliberately looked down lower. She licked her lips.\n\nWhat? What was she looking at like that? He was totally covered ... right?\n\nWhen he looked down, though, he realized his mistake. He was [I]not[/I] used to wearing a skirt like this, and he’d sat down with his legs spread out comfortably. And that would make it [I]so[/I] easy for someone at the front of the room like Missus Ellens to look up under his skirt.\n\nHastily, he closed his legs back together and smoothed the front of his skirt down over them. Missus Ellens looked disappointed at that ... but she still looked back up at his face with a weird little grin. He couldn’t help but to glance down at her blouse. He knew now [I]exactly[/I] what was making those huge bulges in it. Earlier, she’d asked if he wanted to touch ... and despite himself, he was starting to wonder what they might feel like.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThe next time he was finally able to feel at peace was during the study hall period. A time when he got to go to the library and just relax a little bit, maybe read a book, maybe get some homework done. It was a magical concept to him. The school he’d been in before they moved here hadn’t had anything of the sort. It was really nice.\n\nHe’d grabbed a book at random off the shelf and been pretending to read it, off in a secluded corner in the library behind all the bookshelves, near a nice sunny window. He was finally sort-of-kind-of [I]alone[/I] for once, and even if he was still wearing this uncomfortable button-up shirt and the skirt that came with it, he was actually able to relax a little bit for once. [I]Finally[/I], nobody was staring at him or whispering about him, or trying to make him get naked in front of people, or trying to get naked in front of [I]him[/I]. Just ... peace.\n\nOf course, though, his luck could never be [I]that[/I] good. The peace and quiet didn’t last for long.\n\nPrissy came out from around the bookshelves, dragging Tasha along behind her by the hand. When she spotted him, she grinned and changed direction toward him.\n\nWell, that was it, wasn’t it? There went his restful moment.\n\n“Oh, [I]there[/I] you are!” Prissy said. “We’ve been looking all over the place for you! You found a really nice private spot, though. That’s good!”\n\nHe put his book down. Some old book about the predator-prey wars. Really boring stuff, anyway. Not that he’d really been reading it in the first place, but he wished he could just be left alone for a [I]little[/I] while. “Um ... hi,” he said, wishing only that they’d go away.\n\nOnce again, Prissy pushed Tasha up in front of herself, pointing her at Nancy almost like a weapon.\n\nOnly ... this time, Tasha actually managed to say something: “You’re ... you’re really a boy?”\n\n“You bet he is!” Prissy said before he could think of a way to respond to that. “I felt it and everything!”\n\nHe winced. That was [I]not[/I] a good memory. “What do you want?”\n\n“Can we see it?” Tasha asked, already bending down as if to see under his skirt better.\n\n“No!” He held his hands over the skirt, making sure Tasha wouldn’t see anything down there.\n\n“Come on,” Prissy said. “We’ll show you too. Here, look!” She bent down, grabbed the front of her skirt, and lifted it up – [I]way[/I] up.\n\nNancy stared. He couldn’t help it! Everything from her belly button down to her socks was exposed, right there, for him to look at. And she [I]wanted[/I] him to look at it. That was a feeling he’d never had before.\n\nPrissy grinned. “Look! I’m not even wearing panties!”\n\nIndeed she wasn’t. Nancy had seen a few glimpses in the locker room and the shower, but he’d never felt free to just [I]look[/I] like this. Below her belly button, Prissy’s belly curved inwards in a pleasingly smooth way, narrowing toward a couple little lips at the bottom. And that’s all there was down between her legs – just a thin slit with a couple soft-looking bumps to either side of it. And yet ... he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Why was it so fascinating to see so little? It just looked so neat and tidy down there. So smooth and soft and inviting. He wanted to touch it for some reason...\n\nStill holding her skirt up, Prissy elbowed Tasha. “Come on, show him! He’s not going to let us do anything if you don’t.”\n\nSlowly, much more tentatively than Prissy, Tasha reached down and pulled her own skirt up. Just like Prissy, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it – they’d come prepared. The two of them were [I]mostly[/I] similar, even down to the same light brown fur. But Tasha’s hips were wider, which made the smooth expanse of her underbelly broader. And yet, she didn’t have nearly as much of a gap between her thicker thighs. What little gap that [I]was[/I] there was filled almost entirely by the softer, puffier lips of her privates ... and even those were a little different than Prissy’s. Tasha’s had a little pink button sticking out between the two bumps.\n\nIt was so strange ... Nancy had always thought all girls looked the same down there, but it sure looked like Tasha had something that Prissy didn’t have at all!\n\nAnd looking at them was having some weird effects on him. He could feel his dick sliding out of his sheath again, even farther than before, until it was all the way up and [I]hard[/I], like it got sometimes in the morning. He had to shift uncomfortably in the chair in order to try and make room for it inside his underwear.\n\n“Now show us!” Prissy said, dropping her skirt back down.\n\nTasha instantly dropped her skirt back into place as soon as Prissy did, leaving him looking at two ordinary schoolgirls. If it wasn’t for what he’d seen a moment ago, he wouldn’t think anything different about them. But now that he [I]knew[/I], he couldn’t help but look at their skirts, thinking about what was underneath them and what he’d be able to see if he was on the floor in front of them, or if one of them bent over or something...\n\n“Hey!” Prissy said, coming closer with her hands on her hips. “I said show us!”\n\nHe shook his head no. The last thing he wanted was for them to see how his dick had gotten all hard! It would be [I]so[/I] embarrassing! He wasn’t even sure why it was doing that, but he just [I]knew[/I] it had to be for some weird and wrong reason.\n\n“You [I]have[/I] to!” Prissy bounced up and down a little, coming even closer to him. “We showed you ours. That meas you have to!”\n\n“[I]Please?[/I]” Tasha said, so much more nicely.\n\nReluctantly, but knowing he’d have to give them [I]something[/I] before they’d leave him alone, Nancy spread his legs in the chair, lifting the front of his own skirt up a little bit.\n\nTasha bent down to get a better look. “Wow, his underwear is really different. Why’s it have those big seams on the front?”\n\n“That’s not all that’s different!” Quickly, Prissy bent down alongside Tasha, but not just to look – she reached up under his skirt, grabbing his underwear by the waistband and yanking it all the way down to his knees.\n\n“Hey!” Nancy whisper-shouted. The last thing he wanted was for [I]more[/I] people to come and see this.\n\n“Ooh ... wow,” Tasha said breathlessly. “That’s so weird! What do you do with it?”\n\n“Wanna see what they do with it?” Without asking, Prissy climbed up onto his lap, pulling both of their skirts out of the way.\n\nHe pushed against her, trying to push her off of his lap, but then he realized his hands were right against her chest. He could feel her bra through the shirt! That made his hands go weak, and in his moment of weakness, Prissy reached down and grabbed his pointed pink dick, pushing it up underneath herself ... and then she did [I]something[/I] with it.\n\nNancy didn’t even understand what she was doing with him down there. After a moment of pushing his dick against herself, Prissy nudged her hips and lowered herself a little. He felt a sudden warmth around his dick, as if he’d dipped it into hot water in the tub, but also a squeezing as if Prissy was still grabbing it, even though she’d already pulled her hand away.\n\nAnd there was more to come. Somehow, she slid down on him further, and that warm, wet, squeezing feeling slid all the way down his whole shaft. The crazy thing was that it kind of felt [I]good[/I]. Like [I]really[/I] good. It was igniting some kind of boiling pressure inside him, a tingling that started from the tip of his cock pushing on something and spread all the way through his lap, through his legs, up his body.\n\nHe gasped. “What ... what are you doing?”\n\nBut Prissy didn’t say anything to [I]him[/I]. Instead, she turned to Tasha. “See? And once it’s inside, you just start moving a little, and it feels [I]really[/I] good.”\n\nJust like she’d said, Prissy started moving her hips against him a little. He could feel her warmth sliding up and down over his dick. [I]Inside?[/I] What did she mean? Was his dick inside her now? How was that even possible?\n\nSoon, though, as she moved, he no longer [I]cared[/I] how it was possible. Wow – this felt [I]good[/I]. [I]Really[/I] good! Every move of her hips made him shudder a little. He’d never felt anything quite like that smooth soft wetness against his dick ... it was starting to get his whole privates a little wet down there – he could hear it squishing a little as she moved. But that only made it feel [I]better![/I]\n\nAnd – weirdly – it seemed to be making Prissy feel really good, too. Even though the idea of having something inside didn’t seem like it would be fun to [I]him[/I], she was breathing heavier and heavier, each breath coming with a little “Unh!” sound. She was squeezing her legs around his hips as much as the restrictive wooden chair would allow, and she was starting to go faster and faster, the little noises getting louder and louder, as if she was building up to something even more.\n\n“Wow,” Tasha said, leaning in close, lifting up the edge of Prissy’s skirt so she could see better. “Can I try it?”\n\n“Sure!” Prissy said, hopping off of him easily, which left his glistening-wet dick bobbing right out there for anyone to see. “A doggie like him is great for your first time. Look how pointed it is at the tip. That makes it slide in nice and easy!”\n\nTasha got up on top of him much more slowly and carefully than Prissy had. He probably could have stopped her ... but he didn’t. This stuff [I]was[/I] really weird ... but it also felt really good. And the way Tasha lifted her skirt up as she settled on top of his lap let him see her privates again. Now that he’d felt Prissy’s, he [I]really[/I] wanted to feel Tasha’s too.\n\nThe way she held her skirt up was good for something else, too. This time, he could actually [I]see[/I] as the tip of his dick touched right between those two little bumps. They spread open a little around him, that slit between them opening up pinkly. It was [I]so[/I] weird to see ... but also strangely fascinating. And as he watched, she slowly slid down on him, his dick disappearing inside her as he felt that familiar warmth around him.\n\nWow ... so [I]that[/I] was what was happening! There must have been some kind of hole there, and that slit was [I]way[/I] deeper than he’d thought! As he stared, open-mouthed, his whole dick slipped up into it, leaving her privates pressed right against his sheath. That almost made it look like his dick was inside his sheath like it should be. He could almost believe it was ... except for the snug warmth he felt down there. Tasha’s insides felt even tighter and hotter than Prissy’s!\n\n“Am ... am I doing it right?” she asked Prissy softly.\n\n“Uh-huh! Now try moving a little.”\n\nA shudder ran through Nancy’s whole body when Tasha began to rub herself on his lap. And that’s what she was doing, alright. Prissy had used kind of a rolling, rocking motion, but Tasha just pushed herself back and forth, grinding her privates against his. She wasn’t able to move far like that, but [I]wow[/I] ... did it feel good!\n\n“Ohmigosh! Prissy!” Tasha started going faster and faster. “It feels so—!”\n\n“Ssh!” Prissy covered Tasha’s lips with her finger. “Somebody’s going to hear you!”\n\n“Mm-hm,” Tasha mumbled back, still moving faster and faster. Her breath came in quick gasps now, but she was careful to keep it as quiet as she could.\n\nNancy was having a bit of trouble keeping quiet himself. This was so amazing! And it felt so good – everything just kept building and building. There was some incredible pressure building up inside of him, some big bubble of pleasure ready to pop!\n\nHe was getting really worked up now, pushing his hips up in order to push even a little deeper inside Tasha as she moved on top of him. Somehow, he instinctively knew that it would feel better if he pushed in-in-in!\n\nTasha was getting pretty stiff, too. Her legs clenched around him so tightly it hurt a little, and her insides squeezed around his dick almost as tightly.\n\nHis eyes drifted half-closed, and his breath came in little shudders. He could feel it now – something was happening! That bubble of pleasure was exploding into a feeling far beyond anything else he’d ever felt before!\n\nSuddenly, Prissy rushed in and held Tasha’s shoulders. “I think he’s gonna cum!”\n\n“Gonna ... what?” Tasha said, her voice strained by her own pleasure.\n\n“You have to get off him now, or you’re gonna get pregnant!”\n\nTasha’s eyes went wide. “Like with a baby?” When Prissy nodded urgently, she tried to lift herself up. [I]Tried[/I].\n\nIt didn’t work. She just lifted Nancy’s hips up with herself! As much as she pulled, his dick wouldn’t come out of her. It was stuck inside!\n\nNancy was too far gone to worry about how his dick was never going to come out of this girl and how they’d be locked together forever. Was that what people meant when they said ‘joined at the hip’? He was caught up in a whirlwind of pleasure the likes of which he’d never even imagined before. It started [I]pulsing[/I] through him boom-boom-boom as his dick throbbed. The surge of pleasure seemed to flow through him and out of him, straight into Tasha.\n\nAnd, somehow, Tasha seemed to receive it! She cried out in a whimpering, breathless way as his body jerked against her privates. Her legs trembled and gave out, plopping her down and pushing him even deeper inside; her belly made weird jerking motions, squeezing down on him even more; and she collapsed against him, squeezing him tightly against herself and letting one floppy bunny ear lie across his face.\n\nFor a long little while, both of them held each other, each of them letting their bodies run their course. Gradually, slowly, the pleasure began to fade, leaving them both still clutching at each other, a little bit sweaty and very much gasping for breath.\n\n“Woah,” Prissy said, looking at Tasha. “What was [I]that?[/I]”\n\nIt took Tasha a moment to rejoin the real world after wherever she had just been flying high in. “It was... I don’t know what it was. But it was [I]amazing![/I] I wanna do it again!”\n\nNancy agreed with her about how amazing it was, but he could already feel his dick softening and starting to slip back into his sheath. Now that it had wilted a little, it was actually able to slip out of Tasha’s privates. All three of them watched in wonderment as the pink length of it slid out of her and back into his sheath, leaving a gooey white trail in its wake.\n\n“I think you might have to wait a while before you can do it again,” Nancy said as he watched the tip disappear, a little sorrowful. Doing it again was starting to sound pretty fun.\n\n“Yeah!” Prissy said. “I get the next turn, anyway! You have to wait.”\n\nNancy’s head was still spinning a little bit, but he managed to focus on her, even as Tasha slipped off his lap and discreetly wiped her privates clean with the inside of her skirt. He blinked, trying to hold that focus. “When are we...?”\n\n“After the next class!” Prissy grinned. “Are you gonna be ready by then? There’s a nice spot under the stairwell behind the gym.”\n\n“Uh...” Wow ... was he really going to do this again? It was so weird ... but it [I]did[/I] feel really good... “Okay.”\n\nAnd, actually, come to think of it, maybe he’d think about playing this kind of game with Missus Ellens, too. Is this what she wanted to do with him before his week at this school was over?\n\n\n\nGet many more not-yet-published stories and vote on which story gets written next on my [url=https://www.subscribestar.com/dirty-little-secret]SubscribeStar[/url]! Supporters also get to decide which story I'll write next, [i]and[/i] they get big discounts on commissions!", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Cover art adapted from artwork by sicMoP. Used with permission.




Nancy whined from his side of the bedroom door. “But Mom! It’s a skirt! These are girl’s clothes!” Why couldn’t his mom see that this was no fit for a dog like him?

“Put it on, dear. You have to wear the school’s uniform. That’s in their rule book. It’s only for a little while before you transfer to the right school. Come on – we’re going to be late for your first day at the new school!”

It wasn’t fair! This school uniform was stiff and uncomfortable, and the dark blue skirt didn’t even go good with his yellow lab fur. And it was a skirt – for girls. It was bad enough being named Nancy, and now this? “I can’t!” he told her. “I won’t do it!”

“It’s only for one week. I’m sorry, but when we moved to the Furr Republic, we didn’t realize that they still had boys-only and girls-only schools. And the school administrators just thought you were a girl when they saw your name was Nancy.”

“Everybody does!” he whined.

“Come on. That’s not true. Now get ready – we have to go in ten minutes!”

* * *


Nancy was not happy as his mom drove him to the new school. But he was wearing the skirt and stiff button-up top, and they were only a few minutes late, so his mom was happy.

He stared out the window from the back seat, frowning at everything in the Furr Republic. Why couldn’t they have just stayed home where he had friends and everything was better? Everything was weird here. Even the buildings were different. And Mom was driving on the wrong side of the road. And he was wearing a skirt. It felt so weird to have air on his legs like this. It made him feel like he was naked.

And this was only the beginning of what was sure to be the worst day in his life.

* * *


Things had definitely gotten worse once the school day began. Everybody he passed in the halls stared at him, both students and teachers alike. When he sat down in his homeroom class, all the girls looked at him, pointing and whispering. Some of them were giggling.

It was terrible, and it made him blush ... which only made them giggle more. How could he possibly live through a whole week of this? Already, he could barely keep track of what the teacher was saying.

Missus Ellens was a big ewe sheep who jiggled when she walked, and she had a voice that made it sound like even she was bored of the geography lessons she was trying to instill into everybody.

At least he wasn’t the only one who was finding it hard to pay attention to the teacher. There was more than one time during the class when she’d pointed to one or another of the girls to answer a question for her and the girl had been so busy whispering to someone about him that she hadn’t even known what the question was.

Which made it all the more unfair when the bell rang and everybody else went to their next class, but Missus Ellens pointed to him in particular and said, “Nancy, would you stay and see me after class?”

He stayed, of course. Did he really have any choice? Once everybody else had gone – looking at him and laughing about him even more – he got up and came up to the teacher’s desk in the front.

He held his head low, his shoulders drooping, his hands clenched against his skirt in a useless effort to make it look less like a skirt. How had he already gotten in trouble? His mom was going to yell at him for sure.

At first, though, nothing happened. He glanced up at the teacher. “Yes, Missus Ellens?”

She waited for the door to close before she did anything ... and even then, she didn’t say anything. She just stood up from her squeaky desk chair, looming over him from the other side of the desk.

He took a step backward. Oh wow, he must have really been in trouble...

But that’s when Missus Ellens did something that was just bizarre. She started unbuttoning her blouse. One by one, starting from the top. At first it wasn’t that weird ... maybe she was just getting more comfortable now that most of her students had left the room. Teachers did that, right? But then she kept going. Her fur was white and curly, really fuzzy ... but he did start to see a bit of the valley between her big, jiggly boobies.

When he saw the strap of her pink bra in the middle, he had to say something. “M-Missus Ellens! What’s—”

“Ssh,” she said, winking at him slyly as her hands kept working on one button after another. “I know you’re only here for a week, so we don’t have time to really ease you into it, but you want to have fun, don’t you?” She undid the very last button, leaving her blouse hanging open, showing everything from her bra down to the fluffy white bulge of her belly. “Every boy wants to have fun. Do you want to see them?”

It was hard to talk with his lips trembling. “See what?”

Smiling, Missus Ellens pulled the two halves of her blouse apart, showing him the huge pink cups of her bra ... and then she grabbed that, yanking it upward.

Nancy’s jaw dropped just as two other somethings – two big, bulbous somethings – dropped as well. Nancy had never seen real boobies before, not in real life. And the ones he’d seen when he’d been able to sneak some alone time at the computer had all been really round and firm-looking, jutting straight out. Missus Ellens’s were very, very different. They flopped downward, jiggling a lot and swinging a little, rippling like they were made of jello. Each one was capped with a huge pink nipple the size of his hand. And they were massive. Like enormous squishy watermelons on her chest.

“What do you think?” Missus Ellens said, grinning at him. “Want to touch them?”

For a moment, he froze. His hands lifted slightly, as if he was going to reach all the way across the desk and grab those huge things. But his better judgment soon caught up with him. “I... I’ve got to get to my next class!” he stammered, running – running – for the door. He didn’t look behind him, had no idea how Missus Ellens reacted to him running away. It didn’t matter. Everything was just so weird now.

Even running felt weird, in this skirt. It kept ruffling in the wind, wanting to get tangled in his legs.

When he heard a barking shout of “No running!” from somewhere behind him, he slowed, heading at a more reasonable pace to where he thought his next class was.

Gym class.

He grimaced. This was not going to be easy, was it?

* * *


It wasn’t until he arrived at the school’s gym and met the gym teacher – a tall, intimidating doberman woman named Missus Kern – that he learned the really bad news: since this was an all-girls school, there was only one locker room. And no, he wasn’t allowed to go in there and use it after everyone else was done. He’d get written up for being late to gym class.

Which left Nancy standing there in front of the locker room door, which clearly had a picture of a girl in a skirt on it, clearly only for girls. Then again, he was wearing a skirt now, too. This was so weird. He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t!

That was when Missus Kern came up behind him. She made him feel so small and pathetic with her big doberman body looming over him like he was just a little yellow lab puppy. “No dawdling!” she barked, giving him a hard shove from behind, straight toward the door.

He stumbled forward, out of control, holding his hands out in front of him. Thankfully, that was enough to push the door out of his way as he crashed through it, and even more thankfully, hitting the door slowed him down enough to catch his balance before he ran straight into a girl on the other side. A girl in her underwear!

The girl was a cute little skunk. Her white panties and little white bra stood out starkly against the black parts of her fur, almost disappearing against the white parts, making her look kind of clothed and naked at the same time.

He was afraid she was going to screech and throw him out of the locker room ... but what she actually did was far worse. She didn’t seem to be ashamed to be seen like that at all. Instead she pointed at him. “Look everybody! It’s the boy. It’s the boy!”

After that, everybody in the locker room was staring at him. Constantly. Relentlessly. He tired not to look at them as he shuffled straight to the darkest corner of the room, where the least eyes would be on him, and found an empty locker. Most of the lockers way back here were empty.

That didn’t stop all the girls from following him and staring at him, though. He could feel all of their eyes on his back. He wasn’t even naked yet! But he sure felt like it ... and things were only about to get worse.

He couldn’t dare sit around too long, though. He was already in danger of running late after Missus Ellens had kept him too long. There was no other choice but to ... do it.

At least he could start with something innocuous. Just taking his backpack off, taking the shorts and gym shirt out of it, setting them down on the smooth wooden bench next to him. That wasn’t so bad.

And then maybe he could just take his shirt off? He’d been shirtless in front of all kinds of people before at the swimming pool or the beach. That wasn’t a big deal, right?

The tie came off first – just a clip-on – and that was no big deal. But when he started undoing the buttons, it reminded him of Missus Ellens and her big, jiggly boobies. Even though he was staring at plain metal lockers, it was as if he was looking right at Missus Ellens. He could see her big pink nipples clear as day.

“Look!” some girl said. “He’s not wearing a bra!”

“What’s the big deal? Neither am I?” another girl said.

That made Nancy’s hands start trembling again ... to the point where it was hard to undo the last couple of buttons. He hurried through putting the button-up shirt into the locker, then quickly put the smaller, tighter gym shirt on, hoping to get covered before all these girls’ eyes burned a hole in his back.

But then came the time for what was really the biggest problem. He could feel them all staring, all anticipating the moment when he’d take his skirt off. Slipping his shoes off first gave him a little bit of a delay. And he was glad he’d thought of it. He could easily slip the skirt off over the shoes, but if he did, then he’d have to unto the shoelaces while he was in just his underwear before he could get the shorts on.

That gave him an idea, though... The best idea he’d ever had! It was really easy to slip this skirt over things – or to slip things under the skirt!

Grinning, he picked the small, stretchy gym shorts out of his bag. He could feel the collective gasp of anticipation around him ... but too bad. These girls wouldn’t be seeing him naked! He simply bent down and pulled the shorts up under his skirt, getting them all the way up and into place before he undid the skirt’s zipper and slipped it off. Not for one moment did he have to leave himself exposed!

“Oh come on!” one girl whined ... but he kept on grinning. He’d won this round!

Even so, he hastily shoved his bag and the skirt into the locker, slipped his shoes on without even stopping to tie them, and hurried straight out of that locker room as fast as he possibly could. He had such a strong feeling that he didn’t belong in there. It felt good to burst through the door back into the hallway.

* * *


Gym class, as it turned out, was pretty much the same as gym class back home, except that Missus Kern seemed even meaner and scarier than his last gym teacher. These shorts were tight and clingy, and they didn’t leave much to the imagination ... but at least they were shorts and not a skirt.

It wasn’t so weird to be wearing shorts. It was a little weird to be the only boy in this class full of girls, but that wasn’t too bad, even if a lot of them kept looking at him ... specifically looking down below his waist. How much could they see through these tight red shorts? He had to prevent himself from continually looking down at them to check.

Everyone was standing in line, waiting their turn for the rope climb. And Nancy was next in line.

“New girl!” Missus Kern shouted. “You’re up!”

“I’m a boy!” he whined.

“Whichever. Get your hiney up that rope!”

“But—”

Missus Kern blew her whistle, the loud shriek filling the whole gym and echoing back. “Now!”

That loud whistle had made him involuntarily jump, and once he was moving, it was like his feet took him to the padded mat under the rope all on their own.

Once there, he grabbed the slightly-swinging end of the rope automatically enough, holding it by the knot at the end, but he couldn’t help but feel pretty intimidated when he looked up – all the way up – past the rope’s middle that seemed to sway and bend toward him, all the way to the little bell hung right up next to the metal ceiling beams. This one went way higher than the rope at his old school...

“Climb!” Missus Kern shouted, coming up behind him.

Just from the sheer force of her voice, Nancy grabbed the rope and started pulling himself up a little bit. He soon froze again, though, trembling as he stared up at what seemed like an endless distance between himself and that bell at the top.

Without any warning, Missus Kern’s hand smacked him in the butt! Was it just his imagination, or did she also grab and squeeze for just the briefest moment? “Up!” she shouted. “Come on, work those little glutes!”

With his butt burning from the smack and his cheeks burning from the way the girls giggled at him, Nancy climbed. All that heat from the embarrassment of getting spanked right in front of everybody – could they do that in this country? – kept him going, pushing him upward faster than he’d ever climbed a rope before.

And even after his butt stopped stinging, even after the giggles of the girls faded away and it seemed like it was just him way up there on the rope, he actually found the going easier than he expected. This rope was less scratchy than the one back home, and the braids of it were big enough to get a good grip on. And these tight, stretchy shorts were actually easier to move in than the loose, baggy ones he’d worn back home.

Before he realized it, he was at the top. It actually hadn’t been that bad, had it? Actually, that was true of a lot of things today. Really, the worst thing that had happened to him was some girls whispering and giggling, and that wasn’t really so bad if he just ignored it. Even the weirdness of Missus Ellens showing him her boobies wasn’t too bad. Looking back at it, he even kind of enjoyed being able to see some real boobies right in front of him. Would she do it again if he asked her?

He reached up and rang the bell, jangling it a whole bunch of times just for good measure. That, though, was when he made the mistake of looking down.

His head swam and his eyes spun in circles when he saw just how far down that padded blue mat was. It looked like it was the size of a napkin down there, even though he knew from when he was standing on it that it was even bigger than the biggest bed he’d ever seen. His hands clenched tight around the rope, so tightly he thought he’d never be able to let go of it.

“Okay,” Missus Kern’s voice called up from somewhere down there, “you can come down now.”

Could he? He slid his legs a little way down the rope, but when he tried to make his hands open up so he could take a grip lower down, they just ... wouldn’t. They wouldn’t listen to him. They were clenching on for dear life! Every time he tried to release his grip, it was like the message just wasn’t getting all the way up to his hands.

“Any day now,” Missus Kern said, her voice dripping with impatience.

Okay ... he knew he could do this. He had to do this. It wasn’t like he could just spend the rest of his life up here at the top of this rope, now was it?

Slowly, he forced one hand to let go of the rope. Then ... the other...

And that’s when he realized what an amazingly stupid mistake he’d made – while his whole body was pivoting backward. Letting go with both hands at the same time was not a good idea! And it was too late to do anything about it. He flailed his arms back toward the rope, but it was too late – he was bending over backwards.

Everybody below gasped as he hung for a moment, upside down on the rope, held up only by his legs.

For just a little while there, he thought he might be able to get a grip on the rope again, that he might be able to recover and climb down normally. But his legs weren’t strong enough. Before he could get a good grip on the rope behind his back, it slipped out from between his legs, sending him tumbling down.

He spun and spun. It felt like he flipped over five or six times as the air rushed past him ... until it ended in a sudden deadening smack.

At first, he didn’t even know what had happened to him. One moment he’d been at the top of the rope, now he was down here, looking up at it. And everything hurt.

Someone came and stood over him, her legs on either side of him. Or some people? He couldn’t decide if he was looking up at one doberman’s crotch or two...

“Hey... Hey!” she – or they? – shouted. “Look at me. How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Who?” he slurred, his head still spinning. It was beginning to occur to him that he hadn’t breathed in a while. Forcing that one word out of his lungs had taken a lot of effort.

“That’s right. Two.” The dobermans swaying in and out of focus above him grinned. “You’ll be fine. Now get up and do a lap around the gym. Walk it off.”

Actually, he was perfectly fine lying down for a while longer, but when a strong, calloused hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him up, he came up along with it, standing dizzily.

Slowly, as he stumbled his way around the gym floor, he started to come back to himself a little, to recover from the fall.

He looked up at the rope. Even from across the gym it looked really high. Had he really fallen from all the way up there? Wow. He was actually kind of impressed with himself, in a weird way.

Eventually, he made his way back, joining the disorganized huddle of girls who’d already gone up and down the rope. Or at least tried to. Not everybody was able to ring the bell.

And, thankfully, it seemed like none of them were really noticing him at the moment. He’d kind of snuck up behind them all, and they were busy watching the girl currently trying to struggle her way up the rope. And that finally gave Nancy a moment to feel like everything was back to normal, at least for a little while. For once, not everyone was looking at him. All he had to do was stand here and catch his breath. It was a rare moment to relax in this stressful first day of school.

With that moment of relaxation and the luxury to just look at things around him, Nancy came to a startling realization. These tight gym shorts indeed left very little to the imagination on him ... but they also left very little to the imagination on all the girls in front of him as well.

It was as if his eyes were being opened for the very first time. There were half a dozen young furry girls right in front of him, all of them the same age as him, and all of them wearing the same tight little red shorts. Only, they didn’t fit the same on every girl. On that same skunk he’d bumped into in the locker room, they came far down her thighs, showing off the heart-shaped gap between her legs. On a pig girl next to her, they stretched immensely tight, as if they might pop like an overfilled balloon at any moment ... or maybe like two overfilled balloons, to better describe the big curves of her butt. On a tall deer girl on the other side, they rode high ... so high that he could actually see a little of the underside of her butt cheeks peeking out. And on most of them, the shorts were so tight that he could clearly see the lines of their panties underneath, showing him exactly what kind of panties each of the girls was wearing. They were actually ... kind of pretty.

When the next girl came back from climbing the rope, though, Nancy’s moment of respite was over. The girl was a chipmunk with reddish hair, and she grinned wide the moment she saw him ... which made all the other girls turn and look. And then it was too late. He was the center of attention again, like it or not.

What was with all of them, anyway? Why’d they all want to stare at him so much? It was like they’d never seen a boy before. All they did was stand and stare ... and whisper and giggle. He was really starting to not like the sounds of whispering and giggling.

Soon, though, a couple of them did more than just standing and staring. The chipmunk girl who’d just gotten back from climbing the rope grabbed another girl – a bunny a little bit shorter than her and with bright reddish-pink hair – and she held the smaller girl by the shoulders, pushing her closer.

The chipmunk girl pushed her friend all the way up until she was standing right in front of Nancy. Still holding the smaller girl’s shoulders, she said, “This is Tasha. She thinks you’re really cute, and she wants to know: would you go out with her if she asked?”

The bunny herself trembled in place, blushing fiercely, her whole body hunched in on itself in an effort to make herself look smaller. If she could curl all the way in on herself and make herself disappear, it looked like she’d definitely try to. She didn’t say a single word. It looked like she wasn’t even breathing.

Then again, Nancy didn’t know what to say, either. He stared at the two girls. “Uh...”

“Say something, Tasha!” the chipmunk said.

But she didn’t. After a few more trembling moments, Tasha broke free from the other girl’s grip and ran, hiding behind a clump of other girls, peeking at him from between their bodies.

The chipmunk just shook her head. “Well, that’s Tasha for you. Don’t worry – she’s actually really nice.” She came a little closer, then just casually reached down and grabbed his crotch, her hand cupping and squeezing his privates. “Ooh... And you’re really nice, too!” Still holding him there, she winked. “I’m Priscilla, by the way. But all my friends call me Prissy.” Finally, she let go of him and walked back to the other girls ... but she looked over her shoulder at him. “See you at study hall!”

What was he supposed to make of that? Now he was feeling more insecure and confused than ever!

* * *


He hadn’t even realized the worst part of gym class until it finally came. The showers.

Of course everybody was going to shower after gym class. That’s just how it was done. But, somehow, he’d managed to forget about all of that ... at least until it was time for it to actually happen. Now, he stood at the gateway-like arch between the locker room and the shower room connected to it. He was wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist ... which already set him apart from all the girls going through that doorway. They all had their towels up around their chests, which meant that they were showing a lot of legs and tails down beneath ... more than their skirts normally showed. But that was the least of his concerns. Because he was about to live one of his recurring nightmares: being naked in front of a whole bunch of girls.

“Do I have to?” he said, already knowing the answer, but feeling like he had to take every chance he could get to avoid this.

Missus Kern’s hand remained firmly against his back, preventing him from running away ... as he’d already tried to do three times. “Get in there,” she said. “Nobody wants to smell your sweat all day. And don’t worry about it. You’re all just a bunch of kids. They won’t even know what they’re looking at.”

He very much doubted that, but what could he say to the contrary? And when Missus Kern gave him a forceful shove from behind, all he could do was to stumble into the shower room.

His hand trembling, he hung up his towel on one of the hooks just outside. It was already pretty much falling off, anyway. The room was full of steam and spraying water, but definitely not enough to hide him, and he could tell that everybody inside was staring at him.

Thankfully, it was only a few of the girls in here at this point. Most of them had already finished in the time he spent slowly getting undressed and his multiple attempts at getting out of here without going through the showers. Even so, he quickly shuffled to the nearest available shower head and turned it on.

He didn’t even care that the water felt cold at first. He just hoped the spray would hide his body from those girls!

As he should have known, it did no such thing. All it did was mat his fur down against his body, showing even more clearly everything he had down there ... down there and everywhere. He would have known that if he just looked at any of the girls already showering! They were ... they were...

Woah.

For a moment, he forgot about his own nakedness. There were four girls still in the shower, and all of them were absolutely, completely, head-to-toe naked. None of them had more than slight bumps for boobies, but that didn’t stop him from staring at their nipples. He’d never realized what different colors nipples came in. Light pink, darker redder pink, tan, dark brown... And as his eyes slipped further down their bodies... Wow. So they just had like ... nothing down there. Just a little slit, maybe a slight bump. One of the girls had some pink lips poking out of hers. There really wasn’t much to look at there. So why was it so fascinating to stare down where these girls’ bellies sloped toward the gap between their legs? That vacant spot where there weren’t any privates dangling around was just somehow so alluring, so incredible to stare at.

“Look Mandy!” one girl said, pointing excitedly. “It’s starting to poke out! It’s so pink!”

That snapped him out of it. He looked down. And yes – his dick was starting to slide up out of his sheath!

Hastily, he covered himself with his hands again, turning away from the girls and toward the water instead. What followed was the fastest shower he’d ever taken. Barely enough to call rinsing off. But hopefully it would be enough to satisfy Missus Kern, because he was ready to get out of here!

He rushed through drying off, honestly leaving his fur pretty damp, but he didn’t care. He could air dry during the next period of classes. And maybe being a little wetter as he came out of the showers would convince Missus Kern that he’d done a good enough job washing himself.

Only ... when he came out, Missus Kern was nowhere to be seen. Apparently, just seeing him finally go in there had been enough for her.

Thankfully, there weren’t many girls left in the locker room, either. And the few who were there wouldn’t be able to see much, anyway. Nowhere near as much as the girls in the shower had. He rushed through putting his school clothes on in a blur. He never thought he’d be so happy to put that skirt back on!

* * *


His next class was with Missus Ellens again. Maybe he was starting to get more used to wearing a skirt, or maybe it just didn’t seem so bad after actually being naked after gym class, but it actually felt like a relief to sit down in her class, lounging back in the chair.

Despite taking so long in avoiding the showers, he was actually one of the first students to arrive in the classroom. Apparently, everybody else wanted to stay outside, chatting in the hallway as long as possible before class.

He sure didn’t, though. He didn’t have any friends here to talk to. Except maybe Tasha and Prissy? But Tasha didn’t seem to be much of a talker, and Prissy made him feel really weird. He didn’t feel like it would be a good idea to talk to them. And as for the rest of the girls ... they’d all be whispering and staring at him, like usual. He’d had more than enough of that already!

Although ... come to think of it, Missus Ellens was sure staring at him too.

Slowly, he looked back at her, wincing a little when he saw just how intensely she was staring at him. She met his eyes for a moment, winked, and then deliberately looked down lower. She licked her lips.

What? What was she looking at like that? He was totally covered ... right?

When he looked down, though, he realized his mistake. He was not used to wearing a skirt like this, and he’d sat down with his legs spread out comfortably. And that would make it so easy for someone at the front of the room like Missus Ellens to look up under his skirt.

Hastily, he closed his legs back together and smoothed the front of his skirt down over them. Missus Ellens looked disappointed at that ... but she still looked back up at his face with a weird little grin. He couldn’t help but to glance down at her blouse. He knew now exactly what was making those huge bulges in it. Earlier, she’d asked if he wanted to touch ... and despite himself, he was starting to wonder what they might feel like.

* * *


The next time he was finally able to feel at peace was during the study hall period. A time when he got to go to the library and just relax a little bit, maybe read a book, maybe get some homework done. It was a magical concept to him. The school he’d been in before they moved here hadn’t had anything of the sort. It was really nice.

He’d grabbed a book at random off the shelf and been pretending to read it, off in a secluded corner in the library behind all the bookshelves, near a nice sunny window. He was finally sort-of-kind-of alone for once, and even if he was still wearing this uncomfortable button-up shirt and the skirt that came with it, he was actually able to relax a little bit for once. Finally, nobody was staring at him or whispering about him, or trying to make him get naked in front of people, or trying to get naked in front of him. Just ... peace.

Of course, though, his luck could never be that good. The peace and quiet didn’t last for long.

Prissy came out from around the bookshelves, dragging Tasha along behind her by the hand. When she spotted him, she grinned and changed direction toward him.

Well, that was it, wasn’t it? There went his restful moment.

“Oh, there you are!” Prissy said. “We’ve been looking all over the place for you! You found a really nice private spot, though. That’s good!”

He put his book down. Some old book about the predator-prey wars. Really boring stuff, anyway. Not that he’d really been reading it in the first place, but he wished he could just be left alone for a little while. “Um ... hi,” he said, wishing only that they’d go away.

Once again, Prissy pushed Tasha up in front of herself, pointing her at Nancy almost like a weapon.

Only ... this time, Tasha actually managed to say something: “You’re ... you’re really a boy?”

“You bet he is!” Prissy said before he could think of a way to respond to that. “I felt it and everything!”

He winced. That was not a good memory. “What do you want?”

“Can we see it?” Tasha asked, already bending down as if to see under his skirt better.

“No!” He held his hands over the skirt, making sure Tasha wouldn’t see anything down there.

“Come on,” Prissy said. “We’ll show you too. Here, look!” She bent down, grabbed the front of her skirt, and lifted it up – way up.

Nancy stared. He couldn’t help it! Everything from her belly button down to her socks was exposed, right there, for him to look at. And she wanted him to look at it. That was a feeling he’d never had before.

Prissy grinned. “Look! I’m not even wearing panties!”

Indeed she wasn’t. Nancy had seen a few glimpses in the locker room and the shower, but he’d never felt free to just look like this. Below her belly button, Prissy’s belly curved inwards in a pleasingly smooth way, narrowing toward a couple little lips at the bottom. And that’s all there was down between her legs – just a thin slit with a couple soft-looking bumps to either side of it. And yet ... he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Why was it so fascinating to see so little? It just looked so neat and tidy down there. So smooth and soft and inviting. He wanted to touch it for some reason...

Still holding her skirt up, Prissy elbowed Tasha. “Come on, show him! He’s not going to let us do anything if you don’t.”

Slowly, much more tentatively than Prissy, Tasha reached down and pulled her own skirt up. Just like Prissy, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it – they’d come prepared. The two of them were mostly similar, even down to the same light brown fur. But Tasha’s hips were wider, which made the smooth expanse of her underbelly broader. And yet, she didn’t have nearly as much of a gap between her thicker thighs. What little gap that was there was filled almost entirely by the softer, puffier lips of her privates ... and even those were a little different than Prissy’s. Tasha’s had a little pink button sticking out between the two bumps.

It was so strange ... Nancy had always thought all girls looked the same down there, but it sure looked like Tasha had something that Prissy didn’t have at all!

And looking at them was having some weird effects on him. He could feel his dick sliding out of his sheath again, even farther than before, until it was all the way up and hard, like it got sometimes in the morning. He had to shift uncomfortably in the chair in order to try and make room for it inside his underwear.

“Now show us!” Prissy said, dropping her skirt back down.

Tasha instantly dropped her skirt back into place as soon as Prissy did, leaving him looking at two ordinary schoolgirls. If it wasn’t for what he’d seen a moment ago, he wouldn’t think anything different about them. But now that he knew, he couldn’t help but look at their skirts, thinking about what was underneath them and what he’d be able to see if he was on the floor in front of them, or if one of them bent over or something...

“Hey!” Prissy said, coming closer with her hands on her hips. “I said show us!”

He shook his head no. The last thing he wanted was for them to see how his dick had gotten all hard! It would be so embarrassing! He wasn’t even sure why it was doing that, but he just knew it had to be for some weird and wrong reason.

“You have to!” Prissy bounced up and down a little, coming even closer to him. “We showed you ours. That meas you have to!”

“Please?” Tasha said, so much more nicely.

Reluctantly, but knowing he’d have to give them something before they’d leave him alone, Nancy spread his legs in the chair, lifting the front of his own skirt up a little bit.

Tasha bent down to get a better look. “Wow, his underwear is really different. Why’s it have those big seams on the front?”

“That’s not all that’s different!” Quickly, Prissy bent down alongside Tasha, but not just to look – she reached up under his skirt, grabbing his underwear by the waistband and yanking it all the way down to his knees.

“Hey!” Nancy whisper-shouted. The last thing he wanted was for more people to come and see this.

“Ooh ... wow,” Tasha said breathlessly. “That’s so weird! What do you do with it?”

“Wanna see what they do with it?” Without asking, Prissy climbed up onto his lap, pulling both of their skirts out of the way.

He pushed against her, trying to push her off of his lap, but then he realized his hands were right against her chest. He could feel her bra through the shirt! That made his hands go weak, and in his moment of weakness, Prissy reached down and grabbed his pointed pink dick, pushing it up underneath herself ... and then she did something with it.

Nancy didn’t even understand what she was doing with him down there. After a moment of pushing his dick against herself, Prissy nudged her hips and lowered herself a little. He felt a sudden warmth around his dick, as if he’d dipped it into hot water in the tub, but also a squeezing as if Prissy was still grabbing it, even though she’d already pulled her hand away.

And there was more to come. Somehow, she slid down on him further, and that warm, wet, squeezing feeling slid all the way down his whole shaft. The crazy thing was that it kind of felt good. Like really good. It was igniting some kind of boiling pressure inside him, a tingling that started from the tip of his cock pushing on something and spread all the way through his lap, through his legs, up his body.

He gasped. “What ... what are you doing?”

But Prissy didn’t say anything to him. Instead, she turned to Tasha. “See? And once it’s inside, you just start moving a little, and it feels really good.”

Just like she’d said, Prissy started moving her hips against him a little. He could feel her warmth sliding up and down over his dick. Inside? What did she mean? Was his dick inside her now? How was that even possible?

Soon, though, as she moved, he no longer cared how it was possible. Wow – this felt good. Really good! Every move of her hips made him shudder a little. He’d never felt anything quite like that smooth soft wetness against his dick ... it was starting to get his whole privates a little wet down there – he could hear it squishing a little as she moved. But that only made it feel better!

And – weirdly – it seemed to be making Prissy feel really good, too. Even though the idea of having something inside didn’t seem like it would be fun to him, she was breathing heavier and heavier, each breath coming with a little “Unh!” sound. She was squeezing her legs around his hips as much as the restrictive wooden chair would allow, and she was starting to go faster and faster, the little noises getting louder and louder, as if she was building up to something even more.

“Wow,” Tasha said, leaning in close, lifting up the edge of Prissy’s skirt so she could see better. “Can I try it?”

“Sure!” Prissy said, hopping off of him easily, which left his glistening-wet dick bobbing right out there for anyone to see. “A doggie like him is great for your first time. Look how pointed it is at the tip. That makes it slide in nice and easy!”

Tasha got up on top of him much more slowly and carefully than Prissy had. He probably could have stopped her ... but he didn’t. This stuff was really weird ... but it also felt really good. And the way Tasha lifted her skirt up as she settled on top of his lap let him see her privates again. Now that he’d felt Prissy’s, he really wanted to feel Tasha’s too.

The way she held her skirt up was good for something else, too. This time, he could actually see as the tip of his dick touched right between those two little bumps. They spread open a little around him, that slit between them opening up pinkly. It was so weird to see ... but also strangely fascinating. And as he watched, she slowly slid down on him, his dick disappearing inside her as he felt that familiar warmth around him.

Wow ... so that was what was happening! There must have been some kind of hole there, and that slit was way deeper than he’d thought! As he stared, open-mouthed, his whole dick slipped up into it, leaving her privates pressed right against his sheath. That almost made it look like his dick was inside his sheath like it should be. He could almost believe it was ... except for the snug warmth he felt down there. Tasha’s insides felt even tighter and hotter than Prissy’s!

“Am ... am I doing it right?” she asked Prissy softly.

“Uh-huh! Now try moving a little.”

A shudder ran through Nancy’s whole body when Tasha began to rub herself on his lap. And that’s what she was doing, alright. Prissy had used kind of a rolling, rocking motion, but Tasha just pushed herself back and forth, grinding her privates against his. She wasn’t able to move far like that, but wow ... did it feel good!

“Ohmigosh! Prissy!” Tasha started going faster and faster. “It feels so—!”

“Ssh!” Prissy covered Tasha’s lips with her finger. “Somebody’s going to hear you!”

“Mm-hm,” Tasha mumbled back, still moving faster and faster. Her breath came in quick gasps now, but she was careful to keep it as quiet as she could.

Nancy was having a bit of trouble keeping quiet himself. This was so amazing! And it felt so good – everything just kept building and building. There was some incredible pressure building up inside of him, some big bubble of pleasure ready to pop!

He was getting really worked up now, pushing his hips up in order to push even a little deeper inside Tasha as she moved on top of him. Somehow, he instinctively knew that it would feel better if he pushed in-in-in!

Tasha was getting pretty stiff, too. Her legs clenched around him so tightly it hurt a little, and her insides squeezed around his dick almost as tightly.

His eyes drifted half-closed, and his breath came in little shudders. He could feel it now – something was happening! That bubble of pleasure was exploding into a feeling far beyond anything else he’d ever felt before!

Suddenly, Prissy rushed in and held Tasha’s shoulders. “I think he’s gonna cum!”

“Gonna ... what?” Tasha said, her voice strained by her own pleasure.

“You have to get off him now, or you’re gonna get pregnant!”

Tasha’s eyes went wide. “Like with a baby?” When Prissy nodded urgently, she tried to lift herself up. Tried.

It didn’t work. She just lifted Nancy’s hips up with herself! As much as she pulled, his dick wouldn’t come out of her. It was stuck inside!

Nancy was too far gone to worry about how his dick was never going to come out of this girl and how they’d be locked together forever. Was that what people meant when they said ‘joined at the hip’? He was caught up in a whirlwind of pleasure the likes of which he’d never even imagined before. It started pulsing through him boom-boom-boom as his dick throbbed. The surge of pleasure seemed to flow through him and out of him, straight into Tasha.

And, somehow, Tasha seemed to receive it! She cried out in a whimpering, breathless way as his body jerked against her privates. Her legs trembled and gave out, plopping her down and pushing him even deeper inside; her belly made weird jerking motions, squeezing down on him even more; and she collapsed against him, squeezing him tightly against herself and letting one floppy bunny ear lie across his face.

For a long little while, both of them held each other, each of them letting their bodies run their course. Gradually, slowly, the pleasure began to fade, leaving them both still clutching at each other, a little bit sweaty and very much gasping for breath.

“Woah,” Prissy said, looking at Tasha. “What was that?”

It took Tasha a moment to rejoin the real world after wherever she had just been flying high in. “It was... I don’t know what it was. But it was amazing! I wanna do it again!”

Nancy agreed with her about how amazing it was, but he could already feel his dick softening and starting to slip back into his sheath. Now that it had wilted a little, it was actually able to slip out of Tasha’s privates. All three of them watched in wonderment as the pink length of it slid out of her and back into his sheath, leaving a gooey white trail in its wake.

“I think you might have to wait a while before you can do it again,” Nancy said as he watched the tip disappear, a little sorrowful. Doing it again was starting to sound pretty fun.

“Yeah!” Prissy said. “I get the next turn, anyway! You have to wait.”

Nancy’s head was still spinning a little bit, but he managed to focus on her, even as Tasha slipped off his lap and discreetly wiped her privates clean with the inside of her skirt. He blinked, trying to hold that focus. “When are we...?”

“After the next class!” Prissy grinned. “Are you gonna be ready by then? There’s a nice spot under the stairwell behind the gym.”

“Uh...” Wow ... was he really going to do this again? It was so weird ... but it did feel really good... “Okay.”

And, actually, come to think of it, maybe he’d think about playing this kind of game with Missus Ellens, too. Is this what she wanted to do with him before his week at this school was over?



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