"Okay - children, children... calm down, we're almost there."


Miss Berry sighed to herself. Class sizes were always so large at the start of the year, before the teachers had a chance to even things out. In a few weeks exams would roll around and start shaving the bottom few percent off of each grade naturally, but until then, Charcuterie Academy was stuck with a frankly unmanageable student to teacher ratio of 100 to 1.


"I said calm down - calm down... ugh..."


It was frankly useless. All of the children were being rowdy, climbing over the seats, shouting at each other, singing some annoying pop culture song, or otherwise being generally disorderly. It was a wonder that there weren't any fights breaking out. It'd be nice if there *were* fights, honestly, that'd be an expellable offense - and those usually got everyone's attention like nothing else.


The horse teacher glanced at the navigation screen again. The bus was driven by computer - nearly all driving jobs had been phased out before she'd been born, and it was a good thing too honestly. Trying to drive this lot with the chaos they were causing would be distracting.


"Just another five minutes," she said, and then her ears picked out something. There, towards the back of the bus, a moan. Quietly, she started making her way towards the back, pushing past the swarm of her students... and as she suspected, there was one student with his pants down, being blown by another.

"Ah ha," she said, triumphantly. "You two thought you could hide this back here?"


This had two effects, the first of which being that the mouse being blown scrambled to get his pants back on while the other tried to get back into his seat quickly, as if it were possible to undo the act by getting everything back in order. "Miss Berry, uh, we, I mean I spilled some soda in my lap and he was just helping me get clean," said the mouse who'd been receiving the blowjob.


The other effect was that the bus was finally quieting down, with attention finally being paid to the teacher. Seeing punishment doled out was always worth watching.


"We went over this in orientation, we went over this on the first day of class just last week, and your parents, guardians, or caretakers should have gone over this with you as well - you're underage. That means your bodies don't belong to yourselves," said Miss Berry, arms crossed. "And so you can't consent to sex unless a teacher, staff member, or adult family member initiates it. And I sure as heck don't recall starting a threesome with the two of you."


"... You, uh, could?" said the one who'd been sucking. "Then it'd be all right?"


"Nice try," she said. "You're both expelled, for having sex without permission. Honestly I should just eat both of you here and now..."


There was a murmur of excitement from the rest of the bus. Seeing Miss Berry eat someone was always a sight to behold. The two mice, meanwhile, clearly didn't share their classmates' excitement.


"...But I'm trying to save my appetite for the trip..."


The two mice dared to look a little hopeful. "Does that mean-" one of them said, but didn't get very far.


The horse teacher reached into her purse, and pulled out a pair of red metal collars, going to immediately clamp one on to either mouse before they could react. They both groaned, reaching up to feel at their new accessories.


"Now class," said the teacher, seeing a teachable moment while she had their attention. "Some of you might know this already, but once those collars go on, they stay on. The electromagnets in them are extremely powerful, and only disengage when provided with the owner's passcode - which I'll only be entering when I'm ready to dispose of these two. In the meantime, they both belong entirely to me now."


"What's- what's going to happen to us?" said the mouse who was getting sucked off, tugging vainly at his collar.


"Well, I need some new house servants - you two will be cleaning bathrooms and doing laundry, probably," said Miss Berry, rubbing her chin as she considered the two. "I've got a lot of children, of course, so you'll be very busy. Maybe I'll knock both of you up and make a few more, stick my cock in both of you and get you bred. You're at the age where you won't be slowed down too much by having big pregnant bellies... and if you are slowed down too much, then you'll have some extra meat on you for when I cook or eat you."


"Of course I have some house servants already... other kids who flunked out of last year's class. Maybe I'll just have to eat them to make some room for you... Or maybe-"


The horse's idle musing was interrupted by the bus slowing down. "Oh, we're here."


The kids, at least those 98 remaining on the bus who still had their lives ahead of them, cheered.


"Okay kids, now remember what we went over," said the horse, as she headed back to the front of the bus, trying to keep their attention. "You stay on the white colored paths, and you'll be safe. If you leave the white colored paths, you're risking things. All of your parents, guardians, or caretakers have signed the permission slips, so if something happens to you the school isn't going to save you. Now everyone - single file, and don't think I don't have more collars at the ready."


It was a bit of a bluff - she couldn't just expel someone for being rowdy. It was understood that kids were going to be kids, and one teacher couldn't possibly corral all one hundred of them. Instead she got to start picking away at those who pushed their luck too far and crossed lines, one by one, with the lines becoming incrementally stricter each class year till the kids had become all well behaved adults.


Miss Berry left the collared mice on the bus - they couldn't get far anyway - and joined the remaining kids outside of the bus. Fortunately they were well behaved, at least for now, and had waited for her.


Also waiting for her was their tour guide - who was naked. This was maybe why the class was behaving - they had something new to focus on, in this case the fox who had his cock out. He was sweaty, seemed to have a bit of blood and dirt on him, and also looked like he wasn't far past his 18th birthday.


"Howdy - Charcuterie Academy group? Miss Berry?" called the fox as he approached.


"Yes - and you're Mr. Marrow?" said the horse. "You're a bit younger than expected."


"Naw - Mr. Marrow's my dad. I'm Harv Marrow - just call me Harv. Dad's got stuck," said Harv, grinning. "So he sent me out to start the tour and he'll come runnin' once he's unstuck. Figured I'd just not bother with putting clothes back on, since they'll have to come off again during the tour."


One of the children, a sheep, raised her hand. "Um, when you say stuck-"


"He got himself knotted in one of our breeders. It happens," said Harv. Then to the horse teacher: "If you want to wait for him, that's fine by me, but I've been trainin' to give tours myself."


"I'd rather not wait," said Miss Berry, envisioning how rowdy her class would get if they had to stand around for however long it'd take Mr. Marrow's coital lock to end. "Let's get things started."


"Great - gotta give y'all the safety rundown first," said Harv, addressing the class, who were mostly still giving him their full attention. (Mostly.) "This is an active farm an' ranch, an' it bein' active means there's stuff going on even while you're tourin' it. Some of that's dangerous stuff that might kill ya, some of it's just stuff that'll just inconvenience ya, some of it is stuff that if you get involved in it you might get kept as farm property - part of the tour is we ain't gonna spoil which is what."


Most of the class nodded along.


"We'll be walkin' along a stone path, painted white - that's the safety zone. If anythin' bothers you there, we'll rescue you from it, but generally nothin' should be botherin' you while you're there anyway. If ya look down, ya might notice that the parkin' lot and sidewalk here where y'all are standing is painted white too, but if ya cross over into that field-"


"Doggies," said one of the kids, pointing out the small pack of dogs that were making their way over. Feral, four-legged animals were a bit rarer than their two legged anthro counterparts, but still existed in the world.


"- Oh, yes! Those are our border collies, they help keep Marrow Ranch safe," said Harv proudly. "They really like people, you can go pet them if you want."


There was a mass exodus of about half the group towards the dogs, who excitedly ran up to receive pets, with the dogs stopping just short of the white lines.


Not all of the kids were so eager to go, though. "Um, didn't you say only the white colored areas were safe?" said the sheep who'd spoken up before.


"Why yes indeed I did, little miss," said the fox brightly.


"But - then you aren't stopping them from..." said the sheep, confused. She looked from the fox to the border collies - who were placidly receiving pets.


"I'm not sure I understand, little miss," said the fox, just as brightly, showing some teeth. "Stopping them from what?"


"Eep!" One of the kids had gotten pushed over by one of the border collies. A moment later, another one had done the same, knocking over two children.


"Um, Mister Marrow, I think your doggies are playing rough," said the first kid, a rabbit boy, who'd gotten knocked to the ground.


"I told ya, you can just call me Harv," said the fox, calling over his shoulder.

"Um, um, Harv, the doggies, they're- eep!" The dog that'd pushed the bunny down had bent down to sniff at him... and then had bitten onto the hem of the bunny's pants and was yanking them down. He tried to get up, only for that same dog to put a paw on his back and force him back down to the ground.


All around, the half dozen dogs were doing the same, each having picked out one of the kids, knocked or forced them to the ground, and were busily getting pants or dressed pulled off - or in one enthusiastic case, ripped off. The rest of the kids were backing away. One of the kids on the ground tried to crawl away - only to get a threatening growl and a warning nip from the dog that was towering over her.


"Oh, that?" said Harv, grinning. "Don't worry about that, we trained them to rape any trespassers they catch. Helps keep the pack's population up, an' keeps them happy too."


"Sorry, population?" said the bunny. "What was - ack!"


The dog above him had gotten its cock lined up with his rear opening, and was insistently pushing it inside. "What was... ow, that about population?"


"Aww, you didn't teach them about biology, Miss Berry?" said Harv.


"That's what this trip is supposed to accomplish," said Miss Berry, unconcerned as she watched a half dozen of her students get dog cocks in their rears, one by one.


"Well, I'll just teach 'em then," said Harv brightly as he moved over, and patted the flank of the border collie that had started humping away at the bunny students. "Makin' more kids isn't just limited to people. Animals can make more animals by getting it on. An' they can make more animals by gettin' it on with people, too. Th' six kids here are gonna be swellin' up and pushing out some puppies in a couple months."


"What? Aww - stop, I don't want to have puppies..." said the bunny, trying to get out from under the dog - only for the dog to growl at him till he stopped moving.


"Well that's too bad, because the puppies sure want to get in you," said Harv, snickering. "Don't worry, you'll be a beautiful mom, an' the ranch will buy 'em off your parents once they're weaned."


"Oh come on..." said the bunny, reluctantly holding still as the dog humped away at him.


"Miracle of life right here," said Harv. "Now..."


He turned to look at the rest of the children - who were all firmly back on the white-colored path. "I ain't encouraging ya to stay in the safe zone there this whole trip, I just need ya to make sure you know the risks. You might want to step out to pet the animals, sample some of th' food we're makin' here, or even just get a closer look. It ain't a death sentence, an' I wasn't gonna introduce ya to anything that'd take you out right away anyway. You can come back on over here in fact, the dogs are all safe to be around now that they've picked out their breedin' partners."


The kids still looked cautious and didn't move... aside from the sheep who had spoken up earlier. "Um... Mr- I mean, Harv, you're sure they're safe?" she said, and then when the fox nodded, she reached her foot out and took a single step out from the safe zone... and then another, and another, until she had approached the dog Harv was next to, and reached out to pet her gently on the flank as well.


Slowly, some of the other kids came out as well, till about half of them were petting the dogs again - even as the dogs were rutting their classmates. "There we go, nothing to be concerned about, heck - I got knocked up a couple times growing up here myself. Ain't a big deal. And there's another little benefit too..."


Harv gave the dog a firmer pat on the flank. "Freda. Present."


The dog whined a little bit, but then raised its tail.


"His name's Freda?" said the sheep, getting an eyeful of the dog's tailhole and balls, both swaying slightly as it continued to rut the bunny.


"Her name - it's a bit hard to tell, since everythin's got the same parts these days, but we're pretty sure Freda's a she."


"Great, getting knocked up by a girl dog..." muttered the bunny underneath Freda. He got ignored, though.


"We're also pretty sure Freda's ready to be a mom again - you wanna demonstrate makin' puppies the other way around?"


The sheep blinked. "Making.. eep!" She cut herself off and squirmed a bit as Harv reached down and grabbed between her legs.


"Yep - make your own personal contribution to keepin' the farm running," said Harv as he fished the sheep's cock out. "Go on, she's nice an' friendly an' breedable."


Hesitantly, and then a bit more eagerly, the sheep moved around behind Freda, and lined herself up with the dog's tailhole. "Um... oh, oh wow that's warm..."


She pushed in, and then started pushing in and out, reaching out to pet Freda as she humped the dog - who herself was humping the rabbit beneath them both. "Gosh, this is nice..."


"Might need to ask Santa for a dog for Christmas, huh?" said Harv, grinning. "Make sure you get one well trained, though, or half your family's gonna be popping out puppies."


"I want a go," said one of the other kids, who'd pulled his pants down and was starting to line up behind of the dogs - which got the dog in question to growl and snap at him when he tried to push in. "Hey!"


"Ah - sorry, kids, these'll only present if I tell 'em to," said Harv, one hand on the shoulder of the young sheep who was busily knocking Freda up. "If you want to try humping some of the other animals, though, there'll be opportunities - just remember you're doin' so at your own risk, might end up pregnant yourself... or animal food, heh."


"Why does it feel like mine's cock's getting bigger..." said one of the other kids getting humped, muffled slightly by the dog that was pressing into her.


"Ah - that's his knot," said Harv. "Kinda like mine, see? It inflates once they're excited enough, and then all they need to do..."


The fox made his way around to the dog in question,,, and then put both hands firmly on the dog's lower back, and *pushed*. There was a yip from the dog, a yelp from the kid, and a faint popping sound from the connection between both.


"Locks you and him in place - makes sure his seed ain't gonna go spilling out, it'll all get soaked up by your body and make plenty of puppies," said Harv happily. "You ain't getting out of mothering a litter of puppies now."


All around, there were a series of other yelps as the other kids were knotted, followed by happy barks and resigned moans as the dogs flooded their chosen kids with virile seed.


"A-almost... *Baa!*"


... Followed by the sheep making not only the first impregnation of her life, but also the first animal impregnation of her life.


Freda's tail wagged a bit as she felt the rush of fluids into her tailhole, and the sheep petted the dog she was pushed into. "Heh... good girl. I like you, Freda..."


"Now... it'll take a while for our new border collie parents to become unlocked from their breeding partners, but for the rest of us, we haven't even started the actual tour," said Harv, heading towards the cluster of farm buildings, his cock leading the way. "You six can come catch up, just be careful you don't get lost..."


As he walked, Miss Berry came up beside him.


"(I was told this was a class trip that had a high attrition rate, but instead we've got six pregnant students,)" she whispered to him. "(We *are* leaving with less kids than we came here with, right?)"


"(Ma'am, I promise you, neither me nor my pops has had one of these tours that hasn't taken at least twenty percent of the kids,)" whispered back Harv, grinning slyly at her. "(Just you wait, we're gonna get your class killed off so fast your head will spin.)"


The fox lead the class and the teacher on towards the first attraction...