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Revelations by IndigoNeko
Chapter 31 – Hard Lessons
Thursday, April 18th, 2002
Somewhere high in the mountains south east of Gardez, Sergeant Kaminski glanced down and brushed her thumb over the safety on her M4A1, switching it from full auto to single shot. The tigress shifted her weight and leaned back against the cool stone behind her, trying to avoid looking at the sun-lit landscape through the doorway. This was the fourth bunker they’d cleared, and Specialist Baker was in the process of setting the demolition charges while she and Corporal Samuelson kept watch.
Even though the building had been officially ‘cleared’, that didn’t mean shit. The second bunker had turned out to have a hidden door that led into some caves that went only God knew how far into the hills around them. Scattered small arms fire echoed off the rough stone walls around her, coming from the other bunkers being cleared outside. Perhaps the Royal Marines had been a bit more spooked than they were letting on. They’d literally only encountered one hostile so far.
One of the Bootnecks who’d been clearing the second bunker had been shot in the face by one of the damned sand-rats, apparently from a hidden doorway. The badger had then proceeded to chase the Taliban ambusher thirty feet into the cave behind the hidden doorway before the badger had realized that his jaw was barely attached to his face and decided to seek medical attention instead of revenge. The crazy Englishman would live, but was going to need major surgery. The fact that they’d already been ambushed once had them all a little more cautious.
That was why she and Samuelson weren’t caught off guard when two morphs wearing turbans and mismatched clothing appeared in the doorway to the supposedly empty adjacent room. Kaminski, leaning against the wall a few feet from the doorway, didn’t even know they were there until Samuelson jerked, pulling his M4 up.
Samuelson’s rifle came up with metronome precision and began spraying bullets at almost the exact same time as the two Taliban began firing with their AKs. Both Samuelson and one of the Taliban went down immediately. The other one continued into the room, turning to aim at Baker, apparently not even realizing that Kaminski was standing only a few feet from him.
Her foot came up instinctively, kicking the AK straight up as he passed through the doorway. Bullets pinged off the cement ceiling, zipping around the room like demented hornets. The turbaned fur fell back, swearing in pashto while scrambling for his fallen comrade’s weapon, as his own had been kicked clear across the room.
Kaminski didn’t hesitate, bringing up her own rifle and aiming straight at his skull. Time seemed to slow as his muzzle turned in her direction, looking straight at the barrel. A split second later, his eyes travelled upwards, meeting hers in an expression of shock and fear. Then a tiny hole appeared in his forehead, just above his eyes. The back of his head seemed to pop open, flinging a few tiny bits of blood and brain across the floor behind him.
The tigress raised her rifle as she scanned the room, immediately spotting the now open door where there had been a tapestry of some kind. Dim electrical lights hung on the rough-hewn stone walls of the cave through the doorway. The cave was empty for at least a hundred feet, where it turned and headed deeper into the mountain hillside. She vaguely remembered Samuelson pulling the tapestry aside and checking behind it when they’d cleared the building; these secret doors were fiendishly well hidden. That reminded her... she spun back around, looking for Samuelson.
The black bear lay on the floor, a small pool of blood growing under him. Baker was now sitting next to him, tearing at the pack at his hip and pulling out gauze and bandages. Now that she realized it, Baker was yelling at the top of his lungs. “Contact! Contact! We need a medic! Now! Mom! Mom! Wake up! Mom!”
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Sunday, June 7th, 2015
Raenne jerked as she felt something touch her shoulder, and her eyes flew open, searching for any potential targets. Something was wrong, though. The one in front of her was just a cub. The Taliban used children, sure, but not that young. She blinked, suddenly realizing where she was... and that it was just Alex.
“Mom, are you okay?” Alex asked, relieved that she’d finally woken up. It was obvious that mom had been having a nightmare of some kind, moaning and thrashing. Actually, Alex was rather surprised that dad hadn’t woken up already.
Raenne blinked, glancing around for a moment as she regained her bearings. “Uhh...I’m fine, kiddo. Just a bad dream.”
Alex didn’t believe that for a moment, and said as much. “No, you’re not. You’re terrified,” shi said, shifting under the sheets and wrapping hir arms around hir mom. “You’re literally shaking. And who’s Samson?”
“Samuelson. Brock Samuelson,” Raenne corrected, hugging her daughter back. Now that Alex had mentioned it, she was definitely shaking. Holding Alex was helping though. “He’s... uh...” she lowered her voice, realizing that David was still asleep. “He’s one of the people I served with in the military. He lives over in Molalla. He’s the reason I moved out here in the first place, before I met your father.”
“Is he nice?” Alex asked, whispering back.
“Yes. Or rather, he was,” Raenne said, still whispering. “The last year we were in the army together, the truck we were in was hit with an I.E.D... a bomb... and Brock got hit in the head. He’s a little strange now because of it, which is why I haven’t taken you to go see him.”
“Oh,” Alex said, waiting for a bit. Once hir mom stopped shaking, shi quietly asked “So... what were you dreaming about? Was it when you two were in that truck?”
“No, it... um... It was a year before that, when we were clearing out a Taliban training camp. Two Taliban snuck up on us, and they shot him,” the tigress explained.
“He’s lived though, right?” Alex asked looking up at hir mom, momentarily forgetting with the surprise of hearing that he’d been shot, that he had to still be alive if he lived in Molalla right now.
“Yes, he lived. He was wearing body armor, which saved his life,” Raenne replied. She wasn’t exactly thinking clearly yet, so the absurdity of the question didn’t quite register.
“Good,” Alex said, simply enjoying the chance to snuggle with mom for a while.
A few minutes later, Alex was dozing once again, and the first rays of sunlight started to poke through the blinds in the room. Raenne stared at the pinpoints of light slowly moving across the bedspread with distaste, wishing she’d gotten to sleep in a bit longer. This was the first serious nightmare she’d had in months now. Flashback, actually. She was going to have to tell the shrink.
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Alex sighed as shi followed hir mom out of the Nordstrom’s, swinging along on hir crutches. “I told you they wouldn’t have anything.”
“Hey, it was worth a shot, kiddo.” Raenne replied, glancing back over her shoulder. “Besides, they did have some nice stuff.”
Alex sighed, rolling hir eyes.
“I heard that,” Raenne said.
“You were meant to,” Alex replied, trying to pick up the pace a bit as they made their way through the mall, heading towards the JCPenney’s. As they went by the Tesla store, the tiger cub couldn’t help but stare at the cars inside.
As they continued through the mall, Alex continued to peer into the stores they went by: Victoria’s Secret, the Apple Store, Oakley, Made In Oregon, a Godiva chocolatier…
“Do you want to stop in Macy’s?” Raenne asked, interrupting Alex’s thoughts.
“Huh?” Alex asked before realizing what hir mom had asked. “Sure, I guess. They might have something in the boy’s section.”
A few moments later, the two of them were walking through the boy’s section. Alex felt very weird walking around in the boy’s section looking for clothes, but girl’s capris were way too tight to get around a cast, and boy’s shorts were usually pretty loose. Anything would be better than having to use a skirt.
Surprisingly, they came across some boy’s shorts that were surprisingly long and loose almost immediately. “Whatcha think of these, kiddo?” Raenne asked, holding up a pair of Levi’s ripstop cargo shorts.
“Huh. I kind of like them, actually. Oh, they have black and orange too!” shi said excitedly.
“Great! Oh, uh... Shoot, I guess we need to find out what size you wear,” the adult tigress said, looking at the tag inside. “This is a twenty-two inch waist... here’s a twenty-four...” she said, holding them against Alex’s waist. “Want to try these on?”
“What, in the boy’s fitting rooms?” the tiger cub asked, looking a bit shocked. Shi’d never used boy’s fitting rooms before.
“Well, if you want to go all the way over to the girl’s fitting rooms, we can...” Raenne said, peering over the racks of clothing towards the far side of the department store.
Alex shifted hir crutches and sighed. Hir hands were getting sore. “Okay,” the tiger cub said, swinging along with hir crutches towards the nearby boy’s fitting rooms.
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Alex sighed, putting down hir pencil and leaning back in hir chair. At least this wasn’t a real homework assignment, just review questions and stuff from the book. Still, mom hadn’t been willing to let hir off the hook even though shi had done all the review sheets yesterday. Shi stretched a little bit, then tugged at hir pants.
The new cargo shorts were way looser than shi was used to wearing and surprisingly comfortable. No wonder hir dad wore cargo shorts. After the stupid cast came off, shi’d probably still wear them when shi was relaxing at home. They didn’t look nearly as good as capris did though; they were too baggy and untidy looking.
Yawning, shi leaned forward again and picked up the pencil again, starting on the last page of review questions. A half hour later, Alex set the pencil in the pencil holder on the far side of hir desk. With the book’s review questions finished, shi put hir school supplies back together and stuffed everything into hir backpack on the floor.
Snagging hir crutches from the side of the desk, the tiger cub stuck them under hir arms and made hir way out of hir room and down the stairs. Going up and down stairs with crutches was surprisingly tricky. It was actually easier to simply use them as walking sticks when going up and down stairs. A minute later, Alex walked into the kitchen where hir mom was busy cooking dinner.
“So what’s for dinner?” Alex asked.
“Lamb souvlaki ap’ola and tabouli,” Raenne said, in the process of taking fresh-baked pita bread out of the oven.
Before hir mom closed the oven, Alex caught a whiff of the lamb currently being broiled in the oven as well. Shi took a deep breath. “Mmm, that smells delicious,” shi said, leaning over and inspecting the contents of the big bowl on the counter. “Is this the taboo-stuff?”
“Tabouli. It’s bulgar wheat, parsley, tomatoes, onions, lettuce, mint, garlic, lemon juice, olive oil, and a dash of salt,” Raenne said, putting the pitas in a basket and covering them with a cloth to keep them from drying out.
“Looks kind of like a salad,” the young tiger said, now able to make out all the different ingredients in the bowl.
“It is, actually. It’s sometimes called a wheat and parsley salad. It doesn’t taste like most salads though, since it’s more parsley than lettuce. Some people don’t even put lettuce in it. AAHH! Stop it!” Raenne said, smacking Alex’s paw before shi could stick hir fingers in the tabbouleh. “You can try some in a minute. Dinner’s almost ready. Now go set the table and sit down.”
Alex huffed, then turned around and hopped out of the kitchen, going down the hallway and into the dining room. “Dad! Dinner’s almost ready,” shi called out toward the living room as shi pulled the small drawer open on the china cabinet, pulling out silverware and napkins and setting them on the table before sitting down.
A few moments later Alex’s mom and dad both walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room. Dad had a stack of plates, bowls, and three glasses of lemonade. Mom had two large bowls with the tabbouleh and pitas, and a tray with the lamb souvlaki, grilled veggies, and a small bowl of tzatziki sauce.
Alex didn’t hesitate, grabbing a pita the moment the bowl hit the table along with two skewers of souvlaki. Shi stuck the kabobs in the pita and pulled the skewers out, setting them on hir plate, then scooped some grilled veggies into the pita and drizzled some tzatziki sauce over the top.
The tiger cub practically swooned with delight when shi took a bite. “Mmm, so good,” shi mumbled through a mouthful of food.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, kiddo.” Raenne said, chastising Alex while she scooped some tabbouleh into a bowl and stuck it in front of Alex. “And try some of that too before you stuff yourself silly.”
Alex set the pita down on hir plate, then moved the bowl closer and took a cautious spoonful of it. “Weird. It’s really... umm... strong,” shi said, not quite sure if shi liked it or not.
“Yep. Lots of flavors to it. Try some of the rose-water lemonade, too,” Raenne said, pointing.
Alex tried some of that too, using it to wash down the tabbouleh. Hir mouth puckered. The flavors were utterly bizarre, but somehow they seemed to go well together. Sweet and sour competed with savory and salty. If only it wasn’t quite so strong.
Shi took another tiny bite of the tabbouleh. It was manageable in small bites, washing it down with sips of the rose-water lemonade between bites of the souvlaki.
“It’s... interesting,” David said, doing the same as his daughter was. “Very strong though. Almost too strong,” he said.
“I think the parsley flavor is too strong. Maybe if I use less parsley and more lettuce, it’ll be better,” Raenne said after swallowing. “I do like the bulgar wheat though, it’s got a nice nutty flavor to it.”
“Yeah,” Alex had to agree. That sounded about right. “And maybe a little less rose flavor with the lemonade. It’s really strong too.”
Raenne nodded. “I’ll tweak the recipe a bit,” she said. “Maybe we can try it again in a month or so.”
“Sounds good to me,” David said, taking a sip of lemonade.
“Oh, I got all the book review questions done,” Alex said after swallowing.
“Good,” David said. “Want to play games, or watch a movie or something after dinner?”
“Could we watch a movie?” Alex asked, looking up at hir parents. “Maybe... Mulan?”
It wasn’t often that Alex wanted to watch Disney movies; shi usually got more than enough of that over at Elizabeth’s place. Then he remembered exactly what Mulan was about and glanced over his wife. She met his eyes and gave a slow, deliberate nod. It was almost frightening how often it seemed like Raenne knew what he was thinking.
“Sounds good to me,” the white tiger replied, looking back at his daughter with a smile.
“Me too,” Raenne added with a smile of her own.
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Two hours later, David reached out and clicked the remote, turning the television off. Alex, sitting between him and Raenne, stretched hir arms into the air, mouth open in a wide yawn.
“Looks like it’s getting close to bed-time, kiddo,” Raenne said, standing up.
“Want me to carry you upstairs?” David asked, standing up as well.
Alex glanced down at hir crutches with distaste. Shi was sore after today’s trip through the mall. “Please?” shi asked, looking up at hir dad. “My armpits hurt.”
“Okay, kiddo,” he said, bending down and picking hir up by hir chest.
Alex wrapped hir arms around his neck and legs around his waist while Raenne picked up hir crutches and started down the hallway towards the stairs. “Thanks,” shi said softly.
“No problem,” David said as he followed Raenne down the hallway and up the stairs, then dropped Alex off in front of hir bathroom where Raenne had set Alex’s crutches against the wall.
“Your mom mentioned she wanted to play a bit before bed. You’re welcome to join us after you finish getting ready for bed, if you want to,” David said, tussling Alex’s head-fur. Then he turned around and headed back to the master bedroom to get ready for bed himself.
Alex quickly went through hir evening ritual, brushing hir teeth and the like before heading back into hir own room and stripping hir clothes off, dumping them in the closet hamper. A few moments later, shi hobbled down the hallway on hir crutches. Not having to wear clothes to bed was so much more comfortable.
Mom was laying face-down atop the covers in the middle of the bed, naked, tail twitching slightly. Just as Alex entered the room, dad stepped out of the bathroom, also naked, and walked over to his usual side of the bed and sat down.
Alex swung her way over to the bed where mom usually lay, then set hir crutches on the floor and sat down. “When do I get to take this stupid cast off?”
“Not for another three months, kiddo.” Raenne said, turning her head to look at Alex. “Oh, and your dad and I are going to have some fun before bed.”
“Can I join?” Alex asked.
“I was kind of hoping you’d want to,” hir mom replied with a grin. “You remember when you were in the middle a few nights ago? This time I want to be in the middle.”
Alex went silent for a moment, thinking about that. “So... how?”
“With you in her front, and me in her rear,” hir dad said, turning around with a jar of coconut oil in hand. “Here, scoop some of this out and put it on your di...er… penis,” he said, holding it out.
Alex looked back over at hir dad with an expression of disbelief and slight disgust. “But... You mean... you’re gonna... in mom’s butt?”
David started snickering as his wife answered for him. “That’s exactly what he’s gonna do. And it feels amazing,” she said with a wicked smile.
The tiger cub hesitantly reached one claw out into the jar and scooped some out, then wiped it off on one paw pad. Shi sat there, chewing on hir lower lip and watching as hir father screwed the lid back on and set the jar on the nightstand and started massaging his sheath. After a moment hir dad’s penis began to show and he began coating his length with the oil on his paw.
“But... you poop from there,” Alex said. At this point shi wasn’t really sure shi wanted to join them.
“Yep, and I already cleaned myself out.” Raenne said, rolling onto her side. “You use something called an enema before-hand. An enema’s for cleaning out your rear, just like the douche is for cleaning out your front.”
“Oh,” Alex said, still kind of grossed out.
“If you don’t want to have sex with me while your dad’s is, you certainly don’t have to, kiddo,” Raenne said, lifting her left leg as David laid his hand on her hips and scooted up behind her.
“No, I want to, I just...” Alex trailed off, hir mouth growing slack as shi watched hir dad’s length disappear between mom’s legs. Shi couldn’t help but watch, like staring at a car wreck as you drove by, and leaned over to get a closer look, staring in horrified amazement as hir dad’s penis slid between hir mom’s butt cheeks, slowly disappearing under mom’s tail.
Raenne closed her eyes and relaxed, laying her head against the pillows as her husband’s dick gradually slid further and further into her ass. After he passed the halfway mark, she couldn’t help it and let out a moan. Then he moved his paw from her hip up to her chest, fondling her left breast and gently pinching her nipples between his thumb.
Alex kept staring in amazement, it was obvious that mom was definitely enjoying herself. Once mom moaned, Alex leaned back, realizing then that hir own penis was beginning to get really hard from watching them. “Do you... do you really want me in your flower, mom?” shi asked, stroking hir penis with hir oil-slick paw a few times.
“Mmm... Yes, love. More than anything right now,” Raenne said, her eyes cracking open again, wondering why Alex was taking so long.
“Okay,” the tiger cub said, rolling over onto hir side in front of hir mom. With one hand around the base of hir shaft and one paw on hir mom’s hip, shi moved hir tip around until shi felt hir tip touch hir mom’s flower.
“Right there, love,” Raenne said moving her hips forward slightly, licking her lips.
Alex didn’t hesitate, pushing almost half hir length in at once, stopping only when hir mom gasped. “Are you okay?” shi asked, hoping shi hadn’t accidentally hurt hir mom.
“I’m fine,” Raenne replied. There was practically nothing that compared with this; being double-penetrated by her husband and their daughter was incredible. Her heart was racing from the sheer naughtiness of it all.
Alex nodded, continuing to push hir shaft the rest of the way into hir mom’s flower.
David, almost three quarters of his length buried in his wife’s ass, paused for a few moments as he felt something strange. After a moment he realized what it was: he was actually feeling Alex’s shaft rubbing against his own through his wife’s insides. That was something he’d never expected to feel, and damn if it didn’t make this at least twice as kinky as it usually was. He felt his dick throb, then continued to push into his wife until he was completely hilted in her ass.
Raenne had to bite back another moan as her husband finally bottomed out in her rear passage, just at the point where her intestines took a sharp turn to one side. While he was way too big for her front, he was a perfect fit for her rear. A moment later she felt the tip of her daughter’s penis bump her cervix just as the cub’s sheath brushed against her pussy. This time she did moan; it felt absolutely wonderful.
Alex held still for a moment as mom wrapped her arms around hir back, focusing on the feel of mom’s warm, wet passage around hir length. Hir mom was just as tight as her best friend Elizabeth’s, thanks to hir mom’s heritage trait; Raenne looked more like a feral tiger between the legs than most anthro tigers, and was correspondingly smaller in capacity. Shi leaned up against mom’s chest, burying hir face between hir mom’s boobs. Dad stopped playing with mom’s left nipple for a moment to ruffle hir head-fur before going back to playing with it again.
Then Alex felt something move that shi didn’t expect, realizing after a moment that it was hir dad’s penis, as he pulled out and pushed back into hir mom’s butt. It was very, very weird, feeling the pressure of his member moving against the underside of hir own.
“Alex,” David whispered, getting hir attention. “When I push, you pull, and when I pull, you push, Okay? She’ll love it.”
Alex nodded, waiting until shi felt dad’s length moving back in and pulled back a bit. Then shi pushed in, hir mom moaning. Hir mom’s slick warmth felt wonderful around hir length. Shi could happily do this all day long, shi thought to hirself as hir dad pushed back in and shi pulled back out in response. Shi wondered if shi could convince mom and dad to play like this more often, like in the morning or after school.
A few minutes later, the two of them had finally found a rhythm of sorts, and Raenne was lying on her side with a deliriously happy smile on her face after coming down from her first climax.
“You two are really good at this,” Raenne said, rubbing the back of her daughter’s head with one paw.
“Thanks, mom,” Alex said, breathing heavily. “But… I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it up much longer. I’m getting close.”
“Me too,” David said, starting to pant as he wrapped his broad arms around his wife’s waist. “Gonna speed up a bit,” he said, picking up the pace.
After a moment Alex stopped; there was no way shi could keep that pace. It was very, very strange to feel hir dad’s length rubbing against the underside of hir shaft.
David let out a deep groan as his length began to twitch, shooting wad after wad of warm, white cum into his wife’s rear. A few moments later his orgasm finally came to an end.
“Wow,” Alex said in amazement. “I actually felt that. Like, every time you squirted, dad.”
“Really?” he asked curiously, peering over his wife’s shoulder.
“Yup,” shi said, resuming hir own thrusts.
David was more than content to remain where he was, his length slowly softening. It was definitely a strange feeling: his daughter’s length rubbing against the underside of his own through his wife’s insides.
A half minute later, Alex was panting again, feeling the tingle starting in hir testes. “Mom, I’m...”
“Go ahead, love,” Raenne said, running her fingers through the fur of Alex’s neck. This had been one absolutely delightful session, feeling both her husband and her daughter within her at the same time.
Alex gave a few more pumps, then let out a high-pitched moan as hir balls tensed up, hir male member twitching. Shi buried hir head against hir mom’s chest as shi felt squirt after squirt of hir boy-juice spraying from the tip of hir length deep within hir mom’s flower.
Raenne moaned, feeling her daughter’s seed coating the inside of her passage, warm liquid spraying against her cervix. Not just once or twice, but over and over and over again. That was when she felt her husband’s paw sliding down over her belly. Somehow he managed to find that sensitive patch of skin above her vulva and give it a quick rub. It was just enough to send her over the edge.
The tigress threw her head back with a gasp as both her passages clamped down hard, spasming around her husband’s and daughter’s lengths. Almost without thinking, she threw her leg behind Alex’s butt and pulled hir in tight, pressing Alex against her chest and hips.
Once she finally came down from her second orgasm, Raenne relaxed her grip, letting Alex go. “Phew. Thanks, you two. That was... intense.”
“Anytime,” David said, pulling out of his wife’s ass and rolling off the bed, getting up to go to the bathroom.
“You looked really happy there, mom,” Alex said with a smile, glad to have helped make hir mom feel good.
“That’s cause you made me really happy,” Raenne said, looking down and ruffling Alex’s head-fur once again. “Want to sleep on my chest again?”
“Uh-huh,” Alex said with a happy nod, pressing hir head against hir mom’s chest again.
“Kay,” Raenne said, tightening her grip around Alex’s butt with her leg and rolling over onto her back. Somehow Alex managed to stay inside her as she rolled over. She sighed and rubbed Alex’s back with one paw.
A minute later, David stepped out of the bathroom to find his wife asleep, Alex wrapped in her arms and legs, their chests rising and falling in tandem. Sighing, he walked over and tugged the sheets out from under them.
He watched the two of them for a moment with a smile, then draped the sheets over them. The white tiger walked back over to his side of the bed and crawled under the sheets himself, then flipped the light off. After a second he rolled over, laying one arm atop his wife and daughter, then drifted off to sleep.
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Monday, June 8th, 2015
Mondays sucked. This particular Monday sucked less than usual though, as Charlotte got a ride to school from Julia in the morning rather than biking. It helped that her face wasn’t hurting quite so much, as the majority of the swelling had gone down. It had been over a week and a half since Diego had laid her out on the tiled floor in the school commons, punching her in the head from behind. Unfortunately, two solid days of testing awaited her this week, thanks to having missed the previous week of school. At least it was the last week of school, and Wednesday was only a half day. After that she was free for summer vacation.
The teenaged canine shut her locker and then headed down the hallway. Most people seemed to be ignoring her, though she did get the occasional strange look when people noticed the ridges running over her muzzle where the metal places holding her face together were. She did get a lot of words of sympathy from friends as she made her way to her first class of the day. First was History, followed by biology, math, and japanese. Tomorrow was English, P.E, Economics, and Government. At least she’d be excused from P.E. Not that it mattered, since there wasn’t any kind of test in P.E.
The beaver who taught History sat her down at a table next to his desk immediately after she walked in the door, handing her a thin packet of papers. “Good luck, Charlotte. You have the full ninety minutes. I’ll try to keep the noise down,” he said. The rest of the class sat around, chatting quietly since nothing was planned for the very last day. Charlotte finished in a little over an hour, handing the packet over to the teacher before rejoining the class, chatting with the few other classmates she enjoyed talking with. The teacher collected their textbooks as they walked out the class.
Charlotte made a quick stop at her locker before heading to Biology. As she walked in the door, she looked across the room, hoping to spot the white-furred monkey. After a moment she remembered that he’d been given suspension. At least it had been changed to in-school suspension. Maybe she’d be able to get in touch with him again after school ended. If she couldn’t find his number, hopefully Mrs. Andreyev would be able to get in touch with him. She made a note to call Alex’s mom and get in touch with Hikari that evening before walking over to the anole lizard sitting behind the desk at the front of the classroom.
Halfway across the school, in the study hall, Hikari dropped his backpack and sat down. When he’d walked into school that morning, he’d thought that his suspension was over. The vice principal had rudely disillusioned him of that, dragging him out of his first period classroom less than a minute after the bell had rung. Apparently the owl had changed the length of his suspension when he’d converted the out-of-school suspension to in-school suspension.
After Hikari sat down in the uncomfortable chairs they had in the study hall, the owl narrowed his eyes, then turned around and headed to the front of the hall. Hikari shuddered at the sight of the owl’s head twisted completely backwards, staring at him even while walking in the opposite direction.
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Alex sat down at the long bench next to Elizabeth with a sigh, moving hir crutches under the bench and out of the way. The little stoat next to hir had already pulled out her little wooden bento box and was happily munching on a rice ball. Alex leaned over and glanced at hir friend’s lunch. The other compartments had what looked like chicken and some kind of stir-fry.
“Chicken teriyaki?” shi asked.
Elizabeth nodded, still chewing.
Alex pulled open hir own brown paper bag. Not nearly as fancy as the wooden bento box Elizabeth usually brought, but shi could just chuck the entire thing in the trash and then go straight outside to recess without having to take it back to the classroom. Not that it mattered, since shi usually walked with Elizabeth back to the classroom anyway.
The tigress pulled open hir own brown paper lunch bag and started pulling stuff out. An apple, a paper-wrapped sandwich, and a carton of juice. After undoing the knot on the string around the sandwich, shi unwrapped it and inspected it.
Romaine lettuce, some kind of white meat, and what smelled like caesar dressing on toasted sourdough. Caesar salad sandwich? Alex shook hir head. Sometimes mom got some crazy ideas for what made a good sandwich. Nevertheless, shi took a bite, and after a few moments of deliberation, decided that it was actually pretty good.
Both Alex and Elizabeth were quiet while they ate their lunches. The cafeteria was too loud to carry on a conversation without yelling. Once the two of them were done, they got up to head outside and play for the last few minutes before lunch was over.
While Elizabeth went back to the classroom to put away her bento box, Alex chucked hir paper bag in the garbage bins and then used hir crutches to make hir way through the hallway towards the doors that led to the playground.
Alex pushed the door open and stepped outside. A pair of teachers, along with the principal, were standing near the doorway, chatting. Alex ignored them and continued past on hir crutches, making hir way across the blacktop. Shi didn’t particularly feel like watching the kids playing wall-ball today, and the weather was perfect. Bright, sunny, with fluffy white clouds like cotton hanging in the sky above.
Once past the blacktop, shi continued up up the hill until it levelled out. The flat area at the top of the short hill was a field with stripes. They used it for a lot of things in gym class, but the lines painted on the grass marked it as a soccer field. Matter of fact, there were a group of about a dozen kids playing soccer on it right now.
Alex turned around and sat down, setting hir crutches on the grass. From here shi could see the entire playground: the blacktop and tether-ball poles, painted squares, the covered area just outside the gym where they normally played wall-ball, the metal play structures and swings further past that... and a group of kids walking towards hir up the hill.
None of them were kids shi recognized at all. One of them was a deer with fangs and a tuft of longer fur at the top of his grey-furred forehead. A saber-toothed deer? Shi had no idea what species that was. He might be a hybrid, like hir friend Lizzy. There were also a dog and a female badger.
“Would you look at that? The faggot hasn’t got his little rich bitch with him,” the badger spoke up as the three of them walked up to the tigress.
Alex started; shi didn’t know any of these kids. Why in the world would they just come up to her and start calling hir names? Anticipating the worst, shi quickly stood up. As quickly as shi could with a broken leg, anyway.
“Hey, you got to give him a little credit; he’s half dressed right,” The tufted deer said, taking a spot near hir, on hir right side.
Alex glanced down at hir clothes: babydoll tee, cargo shorts... what was wrong with what shi was wearing? Then a tingle ran down hir spine, and shi suddenly remembered what hir parents had said about making sure there was a teacher nearby at all times. Right now there wasn't a single teacher in sight.
“Hey guys! Who am I?” the dog asked, picking up the tigress’ crutches. “Faaaaaabulus,” he said, pretending to be gay.
“Who are you, and why are you picking on me? And gimme back my crutches!” Alex yelled angrily, trying to grab the crutches back before the dog stepped out of range. When he stepped back, shi almost tripped, hopping a few times in place to keep hir balance.
“Nope,” the dog said with a snicker. “It wants to give me it’s whiny bitch sickness,” he said, hobbling around on the crutches. The badger and deer started laughing.
“Oh come on, don’t be a pussy like him,” the deer said shaking his head. “I mean, all ya gotta do is kick him in the shin.”
“Real talk,” the badger interrupted, stepping up to the tiger. “Your faggot ass fucks with people; gets them in all kinds of trouble with the help of that little stoat bitch. And you don’t even bother to remember or learn our names? Does the name Daniel ring a bell?” the badger asked.
A chill ran up Alex’s back and shi felt the fur around hir neck stand up straight. These were fifth graders, like that bully Daniel had been. That explained why all three of them were picking on hir, and why all three of them were as big or bigger than shi was. Shi started to hyperventilate. “Yeah. I remember. He threw Lizzy down on the blacktop,” Alex added, limping backwards a few steps.
“I think that the big bad murder mittens is scared,” the badger said with an evil grin. “From what I heard, the little cunt started it and got what she had coming.”
“She did not! Robert started it,” Alex protested, linping back two steps while trying not to put any weight on hir broken leg.
“Yeah, but she was the one that put her hands on him to start with, so that would make what he did self defense,” the badger girl said, her smile growing wide enough that she was showing off her teeth.
“But you know with that little stoat coming from a rich family, they're just going to throw money at the judge, and he’s going to kiss their ass... kinda like you have been doing,” the tufted deer said, walking up to Alex and putting his hands on hir chest. Suddenly he pushed her, far harder than shi had expected.
Alex, about to deny everything, flew backwards. The young tigress hit the grass and rolled twice before coming to a stop. Hir leg started throbbing, but shi ignored it. Adrenaline started running through hir veins as hir fight or flight instincts kicked in. The tigress quickly rolled over onto hir hands and knees, snarling.
“Oh hey, would you look at that, the queer got a little fight in him,” the badger said, walking up to the hir. “You’re about to find out how much you fucked up.”
The badger swung her leg back then kicked out hard, letting out a grunt as her leg and foot connected with the side of Alex’s chest. “You should have kept that little bitch on a shorter leash.”
Alex rolled onto hir side, then hir back, gasping for breath. It felt like hir entire side was on fire, and shi couldn’t breathe. Shi didn’t hear much of anything after that for a few seconds, not the sounds of the other kids yelling about a fight, not the sound of the whistle from the far side of the school yard, not even the comment the deer made after shi hit the ground.
“Save some fun for me,” the deer said walking around to the tigers’ side. “Nothing like a good game of smear the queer,” he said. His hooved foot came down on Alex’s right leg hard enough to crack the thick plaster cast.
“You know, you’re a sadistic fucker, Randy,” the dog muttered as he walked up, rearing back before kicking the tigress’ side where the badger had kicked hir a moment ago.
Alex felt, more than heard, the crack in hir side as the toe of the dog’s shoe hit hir sides. The fire that she’d felt a moment ago was nothing compared to what shi felt now, and shi let out a sharp yowl that was heard almost across the entire playground. At that, the two teachers that had been walking towards them burst into a sprint.
“Well that didn’t last as long as I wanted,” the badger said, shaking her head. “Here’s one to grow on,” she said, kicking the poor feline again as hard as she could. “Remember next time to be careful who you fuck with. I’m not going to be so nice.”
Alex’s yowl cut off with the second kick, unable to breathe again. Everything seemed to be spinning around hir. All shi could do was curl up on the ground, trying to protect hirself.
The three bullies shot a few smiles between one another before starting to bark different slurs and threats at the tigress. They kept kicking any part of hir that they could reach, especially hir head and back. The deer in the group made sure to stomp hir cast covered leg a few more times before the teachers got to them.
Alex’s splintered cast cracked in half just as the two teachers arrived. The first faculty member, a wolf, leapt at the dog and deer, tackling the two cubs with complete disregard for their ages. After landing atop the dog and deer, he quickly yanked the two of them onto their bellies, pressing their faces into the dirt.
The second faculty member, a huge female bison wearing a pantsuit, arrived a moment later. She grabbed the badger by the waist of her jeans and literally picked the badger up off her feet and into the air. Being well acquainted with both Daniel and Sara, the two badgers in school, Principal Sihásapa simply held the girl out in the air to one side and waited till the badger calmed down.
A wheezing sound caught her attention, like someone choking, and she looked down. That was when the principal saw the blood all over Alex’s muzzle. The tiger cub coughed, spraying the grass with red. “Shit,” she swore, pulling her cell phone out and dialing 911.",
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