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(I'm not saying this couldn't happen in their world, though. And that is probably Jenran, if he visits his grandparents for summer).

Story by me, art by MrHart.", "writing": "[center][t][t][t][t]A Trip to the River[/t][/t][/t][/t][/center]\n\n— So we're all agreed? We deserve this!\n\nThere is an uneasy murmur around the table of thirty-something Panda parents.\n\n— Do we even have a choice, after they gave you that permit?\n\n— What if they don't want to go, Verity?\n\n— Sure, the thing expires at midnight. And I just talked to them, they all think it will be fun!\n\nMore murmuring, but after a while everyone present has either shrugged or nodded.\n\n— Best if they all go to the river, I guess then. Let's do this.\n\nThat's the last dissenter, standing up and setting events going. Karna is the natural organizer of the group, it seems.\n\n— Ready to send them off? I'll back the pickup up to the porch, so I want each of you guys to take your own out there and save the things you want.\n\nBy the time the truck is ready all the participants are neatly lined up on the porch deck dressed in oversize dayglo t-shirts with \"To the River!\" on the front, each parent standing by a tween daughter or two, or in one case three. Most of them are holding the girls' overnight bags, checking that valuables like phones are safe. As they watch each other, they all remember to collect jewelry and friendship bracelets as well.\n\n— It's safer that way, cutie. Oh, that reminds me...\n\nThe motherly Panda grins as she pulls her daughter's t-shirt up under her armpits and unhooks her bra.\n\n— Mo-om!\n\n— I paid fifty for that thing last weekend. And don't act like that, nobody's looking. It's just like the showers at school.\n\nIt only takes one girl standing there in nothing but panties, and the mother next to her noticing.\n\n— She's grown, hasn't she? But you have a point. No shoes either, hear?\n\nAfter a minute or two all the other bras have been removed and packed away, for the ones that even needed them. Nobody really notices how it starts but some girls are having to hand over their panties along with their shoes as the new wave of confiscation runs around the group.\n\n— I have yours here, Karna!\n\nVerity has just got back to her friend's Sia after a round to distribute the final element of the challenge, not bothering to pull the girl's t-shirt down before she gathers her arms behind her back and secures her wrists with short length of cotton rope and a scout-perfect double hitch.\n\n— Thanks, Verity. Frankly, she looks hot as fuck, yours too!\n\nSome shuffling of adult feet results from that remark, but no protests. Karna's sexuality is not secret, but it's too late to ask them to tone it down. Sia just glares at her parent and sticks out her tongue.\n\n— Can we do this already, Karna? We'll beat your stupid escape challenge in like ten minutes!\n\nKarna has just finished swinging the pickup's crane over the porch, putting down a huge nylon sack with lifting loops once used to deliver gravel.\n\n— Sure, girl. All of you get in and lie down, but no untying each other if I haven't said you can start! We can see if you move!\n\nSia has to take a high step to get over the wall of the sack, revealing her backside again even though she had managed to shake her t-shirt down to mid-thigh as it was intended. She sticks out her tongue at Verity this time.\n\n— What did you want our panties for, anyway. Not like we'll strangle in them.\n\nVerity shrugs back.\n\n— Just seemed like a good idea. And who knows.\n\nThe two adult pandas watch with wide smiles while the other fifth graders follow Sia as soon as their wrists are tied, Verity's twins going next. As Verity pulls the top closed and attaches the document she signed as chair of the PTA, Karna is winching the big sack free of the porch deck, causing excited whispers from inside, and getting into the cab of the pickup. As it slowly makes its way over the lawn to the small pier, Verity looks around.\n\n— Folks, this is the last year we can do this, remember? Those brats are just dead weight, we can have a nice long summer without them and get them back when school starts. OK! This meeting is adjourned. Anybody coming along to watch?\n\nEverybody agrees later that the end was less exciting than the preparation. While waiting for everybody Karna has tied a few fifty pound kettlebells to the loops at the bottom corners of the sack and swung it out over the dark river, passing the time by squeezing the bulges that anonymous tween rumps make in the nylon and getting indignant squeals back. She looks back at the assembled parents, getting a nod from Verity and encouraging nods from others.\n\n— OK, girls. Here it goes, this is one challenge you aren't going to survive.\n\nBefore there is an answer, Karna has hit the quick release. Even with the floodlight from the pickup to highlight the spot, the sack just lands with a huge splash, the weights pulling it out of sight in seconds. Air bubbles continue to surface for five minutes before the light is turned off and people move back to their cars.\n\n— Happy summer! Next meeting is last Tuesday in August, but remember to book their clones in time for school!\n___________________________________________________________________\n\n— Oh, that was what it was. We don't get a lot of kitten sacks on this stretch, you know, and not this big, so I didn't figure it out. Hope they didn't scare you, sonny.\n\nThe rat boy looks at the content of the huge nylon sack that his grandfather just opened, spilling half a class worth of semi-naked panda girls on the grassy bank.\n\n— Kitten sack? You mean this is like in the fairy tale with the lucky puppy? I thought that was illegal now.\n\n— Heh. Well, for pets, yes. But not for this kind. They forgot about the \"customary\" exception when they changed it so family culling had to be at the doctor's office. I get a few sacks every summer.\n\n— And they will get cloned after the summer break?\n\n— Otherwise you don't get a permit. But mistakes happen. Maybe they were making trouble for their mom, and then she just plain forgets, heh.\n\n— So what should we do about them now?\n\n— Ah, now. Everything I pull from the river is for recycling, but there's recycling and there's recycling. They look pretty fresh, but we don't know how long they've been in there, do we? Not officially.\n\nThe boy nods and moves closer to the pile of wet corpses. Gingerly he reaches out to pull a pair of panties down over slender schoolgirl thighs.\n\n— But this is Sia. She was in my RPG game a week ago.\n\nAlmost of their own volition, two fingers slip inside the furred Panda sex, bringing moisture back out for him to sniff.\n\n— Damn these hearing aids, I couldn't hear you, boy. And that will just be river water, you know. I'm sure I can reuse the nylon, but the rest is just garbage. The bike goes to the scrapyard, the culls need to be fermented for compost. Just don't tell your grandma what's in her potato field!\n\nThe boy nods, looking at the pile and not really taking in all the details.\n\n— Fermented? Like this?\n\n— Nah, we'll go and get the large chipper in a minute, but I need a smoke first. Why don't you check through the pile the while and remove the ropes and fabric, those clog up that old machine. And if that's too exciting—well, I was a lad once, I won't blame you for trying some things. My dad said the same thing when we found culls, but I'm too old now.\n\nIf anybody passes on the river road during the next hour, they will be treated to a neat lineup of fifth grader carcasses in suggestive poses on the grass, stripped of everything but fur and with no rules enforced. Some might even stick around to watch the boy load their favorite into the chipper and emerge as a wet red pile in the tip container hitched to the small tractor he's allowed to drive.\n\nAnd the whole town will get free potatoes this fall!", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
A Trip to the River


— So we're all agreed? We deserve this!

There is an uneasy murmur around the table of thirty-something Panda parents.

— Do we even have a choice, after they gave you that permit?

— What if they don't want to go, Verity?

— Sure, the thing expires at midnight. And I just talked to them, they all think it will be fun!

More murmuring, but after a while everyone present has either shrugged or nodded.

— Best if they all go to the river, I guess then. Let's do this.

That's the last dissenter, standing up and setting events going. Karna is the natural organizer of the group, it seems.

— Ready to send them off? I'll back the pickup up to the porch, so I want each of you guys to take your own out there and save the things you want.

By the time the truck is ready all the participants are neatly lined up on the porch deck dressed in oversize dayglo t-shirts with "To the River!" on the front, each parent standing by a tween daughter or two, or in one case three. Most of them are holding the girls' overnight bags, checking that valuables like phones are safe. As they watch each other, they all remember to collect jewelry and friendship bracelets as well.

— It's safer that way, cutie. Oh, that reminds me...

The motherly Panda grins as she pulls her daughter's t-shirt up under her armpits and unhooks her bra.

— Mo-om!

— I paid fifty for that thing last weekend. And don't act like that, nobody's looking. It's just like the showers at school.

It only takes one girl standing there in nothing but panties, and the mother next to her noticing.

— She's grown, hasn't she? But you have a point. No shoes either, hear?

After a minute or two all the other bras have been removed and packed away, for the ones that even needed them. Nobody really notices how it starts but some girls are having to hand over their panties along with their shoes as the new wave of confiscation runs around the group.

— I have yours here, Karna!

Verity has just got back to her friend's Sia after a round to distribute the final element of the challenge, not bothering to pull the girl's t-shirt down before she gathers her arms behind her back and secures her wrists with short length of cotton rope and a scout-perfect double hitch.

— Thanks, Verity. Frankly, she looks hot as fuck, yours too!

Some shuffling of adult feet results from that remark, but no protests. Karna's sexuality is not secret, but it's too late to ask them to tone it down. Sia just glares at her parent and sticks out her tongue.

— Can we do this already, Karna? We'll beat your stupid escape challenge in like ten minutes!

Karna has just finished swinging the pickup's crane over the porch, putting down a huge nylon sack with lifting loops once used to deliver gravel.

— Sure, girl. All of you get in and lie down, but no untying each other if I haven't said you can start! We can see if you move!

Sia has to take a high step to get over the wall of the sack, revealing her backside again even though she had managed to shake her t-shirt down to mid-thigh as it was intended. She sticks out her tongue at Verity this time.

— What did you want our panties for, anyway. Not like we'll strangle in them.

Verity shrugs back.

— Just seemed like a good idea. And who knows.

The two adult pandas watch with wide smiles while the other fifth graders follow Sia as soon as their wrists are tied, Verity's twins going next. As Verity pulls the top closed and attaches the document she signed as chair of the PTA, Karna is winching the big sack free of the porch deck, causing excited whispers from inside, and getting into the cab of the pickup. As it slowly makes its way over the lawn to the small pier, Verity looks around.

— Folks, this is the last year we can do this, remember? Those brats are just dead weight, we can have a nice long summer without them and get them back when school starts. OK! This meeting is adjourned. Anybody coming along to watch?

Everybody agrees later that the end was less exciting than the preparation. While waiting for everybody Karna has tied a few fifty pound kettlebells to the loops at the bottom corners of the sack and swung it out over the dark river, passing the time by squeezing the bulges that anonymous tween rumps make in the nylon and getting indignant squeals back. She looks back at the assembled parents, getting a nod from Verity and encouraging nods from others.

— OK, girls. Here it goes, this is one challenge you aren't going to survive.

Before there is an answer, Karna has hit the quick release. Even with the floodlight from the pickup to highlight the spot, the sack just lands with a huge splash, the weights pulling it out of sight in seconds. Air bubbles continue to surface for five minutes before the light is turned off and people move back to their cars.

— Happy summer! Next meeting is last Tuesday in August, but remember to book their clones in time for school!
___________________________________________________________________

— Oh, that was what it was. We don't get a lot of kitten sacks on this stretch, you know, and not this big, so I didn't figure it out. Hope they didn't scare you, sonny.

The rat boy looks at the content of the huge nylon sack that his grandfather just opened, spilling half a class worth of semi-naked panda girls on the grassy bank.

— Kitten sack? You mean this is like in the fairy tale with the lucky puppy? I thought that was illegal now.

— Heh. Well, for pets, yes. But not for this kind. They forgot about the "customary" exception when they changed it so family culling had to be at the doctor's office. I get a few sacks every summer.

— And they will get cloned after the summer break?

— Otherwise you don't get a permit. But mistakes happen. Maybe they were making trouble for their mom, and then she just plain forgets, heh.

— So what should we do about them now?

— Ah, now. Everything I pull from the river is for recycling, but there's recycling and there's recycling. They look pretty fresh, but we don't know how long they've been in there, do we? Not officially.

The boy nods and moves closer to the pile of wet corpses. Gingerly he reaches out to pull a pair of panties down over slender schoolgirl thighs.

— But this is Sia. She was in my RPG game a week ago.

Almost of their own volition, two fingers slip inside the furred Panda sex, bringing moisture back out for him to sniff.

— Damn these hearing aids, I couldn't hear you, boy. And that will just be river water, you know. I'm sure I can reuse the nylon, but the rest is just garbage. The bike goes to the scrapyard, the culls need to be fermented for compost. Just don't tell your grandma what's in her potato field!

The boy nods, looking at the pile and not really taking in all the details.

— Fermented? Like this?

— Nah, we'll go and get the large chipper in a minute, but I need a smoke first. Why don't you check through the pile the while and remove the ropes and fabric, those clog up that old machine. And if that's too exciting—well, I was a lad once, I won't blame you for trying some things. My dad said the same thing when we found culls, but I'm too old now.

If anybody passes on the river road during the next hour, they will be treated to a neat lineup of fifth grader carcasses in suggestive poses on the grass, stripped of everything but fur and with no rules enforced. Some might even stick around to watch the boy load their favorite into the chipper and emerge as a wet red pile in the tip container hitched to the small tractor he's allowed to drive.

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