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I mean, what would your opinions be if the first introduction you got was “this is the more artistic side of harmony high. You better hope your hick artistic talents get you though the preliminaries. We are not some ye-haw frat house. Take this seriously.” That was from the oh-so-wonderful Mrs.Bass and her wife Mrs. Baritone, the main heads of this uppity academy. Although they mainly hail in the music section of the academy, they help out in the testing new students go through to make sure they are qualified to be in this school. If they fail, they get the boot. Even if they paid a generous amount to be here. I shuddered at the thought of being sent home, seeing the ocean of disappointed faces that will be there to greet me. I lightly thumped my own head a couple times, driving those silly thoughts out if my head. \nRight, back to the task at hand. I am currently in one of the academy’s many art classrooms, this one in particular is for the more eccentric artists. Aside from me and my humdrum paintings. I glanced around the room for a brief moment, my violet eyes drinking in every wonder part of this room. The polished oak wood floors, the fantastically, surreal painted walls, covered in gravity and even some naked female breasts interwoven with strange shapes and colorful lines. Paintings and things suck as repurposed bikes and strings of thread ordering metal decorations hung from the ceiling. The entire room was a wonder maze of painters standing diligently at their canvases, holding their brushes like a sword; ready to strike and slay potential art block. The maze included sculptures chiseling away at marble or stone, experimental artists that use random objects and cobble them together to make a piece and much, much more. Then you of course you have the long tables, lined up in neat little rows in the center of the room for the ones that draw with whatever tool they see fit. Students in this classroom come up with the most wonderful things. I mean, they are extremely weird, but still pretty neat. \nOkay, enough dilly-dallying. I look back down at the painting, picking my small paintbrush and started adding a few more details, this is my piece for the preliminaries after all. I need to make sure it’s absolutely perfect. I try to ignore the growing hustle and bustle that was starting to take place. Students chattering away about their next project, talking about the preliminaries…. No, I need to focus. I place the fine point of the brush on the sleek form of my partners body, gently adding more shading under their upraised arm, adding a darker shadow. I continue to add finer details to their breasts, a little bit of markings added to their head and- “ Hey, Eliza! My favorite potential master artist!” I jumped at the sudden interruption. Luckily, my sturdy hands and been trained to stay perfectly still, not messing up a single line. I look to my side. Through the bright florescent lights and past the strong smell of paint and clay, stood a tall, honey scented eccentric lady named Mrs.Cubie. She was great at…well, cubism. I flinched as she place her hands squarely on my shoulders, looking, um, weird. Her bright emerald eyes, off-set by her deep orange fur, fluffy but a little dried by access fur dye, were twinkling with something…similar to what my fathers have when they look at each other. Um, what? “ Oh, I’m so sorry sweetie! I didn’t mean to startle you!” I tried to avoid looking down, her boobs were…really big and had very lovely intricate artistry painted in blue on them, peaking through her very thin white business shirt, collar downturns. I felt my face heat up as she pressed her boobs against my shoulder, running her fingers through my short, thick brown hair, tussling it up a bit. “You’re, what, 14 now? I bet you can handle a little scare being a tough girl who grew up in the mountains!” I began squirming in embarrassment, my thick arm squishing further into her boobs. What, am I in one of those “animes” now!? Heat was starting to pool in my stomach as she continued to chatter away about how tough I was and how she wishes her wife was as strong and beautiful as I. I… don’t get it. What was attractive about me? I am stout and have very big hips, but small boobs and a rather plain face. I was a rather rough and uninteresting looking mammoth. With my dirty, paint stained overalls and special moccasins, I’m not very interesting to look at. And my mound is…very bushy. Not that she would know that. I sighed, having enough of this little game, I, as gently as I could, took her hand off of my arm and said as nicely as I could muster; “I’m sorry mam, I am in the middle of painting. Is there something you needed. Her eyes lit up like stars in the night sky and her long kangaroo ears twitched excitingly. “ah, yes! Your painting I was about to ask you about that, sweetie!” She peered around me to get a better look. I held my breath. Oh goddesses, did she smell lovely. Like the fresh scent of freshly harvested honey. So sticky and sweet. “Is that a skater bird? She looks a little like a punk, doesn’t she?” I bristle slightly at the misgendering, but kept my cool. “They. They are indeed a skater.” I mumbled. “ It’s of them at their height, skating in a rough part of the city. 80s style.” \nShe stoked her elegant muzzle, her beautiful long hair draped across her shoulders, her lips parted slightly, smiling from ear to ear. Why did she have to be so gorgeous? “Oh sweetie, this is a wonderful painting! I bet you’ll pass with this! Buuut…” But? “But….what?” She motioned for me to stand up. I looked at her in confusion, and the moment I stood up from my stool in the corner- “H-Hey!” she gently slapped my rear, sending small shocks off pleasure right to my groin. She jumped and giggled like a maniac. “Oh, what a sturdy, tight tush you have honey! We’ll get along just fine!” I just stood there, in front of my painting in front of all of the other students who now staring at us, whispering and muttering things under their breaths, just stunned. Did i…. Just get sexually harassed on my second week of being here? By my teacher? “Mrs.Cubie! You have a wife! And I'm- ““fourteen, yes yes, I know sweetie. I’m just trying to help you get through the preliminary! The easy way…” she winked at me and stood tall, crossing her arms under her boobs, making the look much plumper than usual. I balled my fists and kept my eyes focuses on a few stray pens that had fallen on the floor. Blue, green, Turquoise….\n“Oh come on, sweetie! I’m sure you know what I'm talking about”, you’re a smart girl!” She leaned in closer to me, her slender muzzle nearly a kiss length away from my face. I shivered a little as her soft breath graced my rough fur. Goddesses, why must you bless me in the most inappropriate ways? “And we both know how difficult it is to truly get into this school, but I can give you a special recommendation, if you want honey. But just so you know- “She gently slid her hand against my outer thigh, causing more warmth to pulse through my mounds clit. My breath stopped when I heard her whisper her next sentence. “Your life here will A little more difficult if you decide to reject my offer. Do you get what I'm saying hon?” I felt...weirdly calm actually. A sort of numb tingling sensation fluttering in my mind, my fists sort of relaxing. It was weird. My sisters taught me how do deal with this sorf of thing. I just...never thought it would happen to me, you know? A hot woman hiting on a young girl, in front of an entire classroom sounds like an anime plot or something. I closed my eyes slowly and took in a deep breath. The sights and smells of the classroom, the fresh paint tinted with earth scent of clay and ink, nearly drowned out by the overpowering scent of honey, faded away as I calmly went to push her hand off of me. Only to meet-another hand? A smaller, ring ridden hand. “Hm?” I re-opened my eyes to see an older feline student standing directly in front of me, body slouched, a hand in her pocket, hair sloppily covering one eye. She looked like she walked directly out of a grunge magazine, ripped jeans, punk t-shirt and all. “Hey their lady. I like a sweet chick as much as the next one. But I really think ya probably should hit on someone yer own age. In a place like, gee, I dunno, not here? In front of us?” Mrs.Cubie immediately started looking around the room to many concerned faces. Student turned in their stools, others looking up from their floor art, and many gathered around us (mostly the burly women) with very threatening looks. They seemed to be backing up the smaller lady, who just gazed at the teacher, as calm as ever. Mrs.Cubie lashed her tail about irritability, ears flattened, her eyes awash with disappointment. “Jessie, how nice of you to finally show up to a class, even if it’s to harass your darling teacher.” She shooed of off Jessie’s hand and recomposed herself. Glancing between Jessie and I. “Are you two girls dating? I apologize if so! I was just telling Eliza-“ \n“Wanna try blackmailing? Come on teach’, everyone saw ya.” A very sour expression darkened her lovely face. Jessie simply grinned as if she was the one who at the Canary. “And nah, I have a girlfriend, I just don’t like seeing kids get treated like arm candy, ‘specially mrs.beefy arms over here. I rolled my eyes as she gave me a playful nudge and a wink. She stroked her rather smooth, chubby neck chin (there isn’t much of a divide) and whistled “So, do we need to report ya or are ya gonna back off?” “Everyone else started chipping in, muttering support for me and Jessie. Mrs.Cubie looked as if someone had stolen her best set of brushes. So furious. So attractive. Why must I do this to myself. Instead of responding, she slipped through the gaggle of students and went to the very back of the room were her desk, stacked high with assignments of all art forms, including many colorful widgets and statues, disappearing behind it with her little cove.\nEveryone sighed in relief and immediately began asking if I was okay. I flinched, I am not used to so many people gathering around me. It was much quieter at home. Before I could open my mouth to console them, a sharp whistle rang out through the room. Everyone’s eyes landed on Jessie. She waved her hands dismissively, ruffling my shoulder. I gently pushed her hand off. She simply smirked at me, snickering. “All right ya lot, time to give this kid some space, she’s gotta project to finish, right, kid?” I nodded speechlessly. Only managing to grumble a thanks before turning back to my painting. After everyone either left or went back to their projects, a few of them giving me pointed glances and snickering, I carefully lifting up my painting by the edges and I carry it to the far wall were all the finished painting were either sitting or hanging, weaving in between or stepping over student projects. One of the was of a sculpted demonstrating trans rights. How lovely. The moment I carefully set it between a surreal painting of a naked gopher woman and a minimalist painting of a bunch of cubes making a “love is love sign, (I just now realized what section this classroom was dedicated towards) I feel a tiny tap between my shoulder blades. “What is it? Come for another round, mrs.Cubie?” I question tersely. Which was followed up by a very guttural laugh. It was like a grater to my ears. “Hey kid, relax, it's just me, your savior. Jessie, remember?” I turned my head just enough to see her face. Wry beige fur adorned a crooked nose and a piercing. Her small, muddy eyes flashing in amusement. I sighed. “I do thank you for earlier.” I turned about half-way and offered a hand. “I’m Eliza. I’m one of the student participating in this year’s preliminaries. And you are…Jessie?” She smirked and patted my hand, winking at me once more. “Geez, no need to be so formal, kid. Ya need to smile more. And yeah, I’m Jessie. I’m an activist for our lovely community, particularly the trans ones. I do other stuff of course.” She nodded towards a picture of the trans flag being proudly held up by an androgynous squirms. It was….an interesting art style. Very rough with thick lines and a realistic edge using a sepia color scheme. Aside from the flag of course. It was….fascinating. “I see, well it was nice talking to you. Thanks for your help earlier.” I paused, she was looking at me with a strange glint in her eye, as if she were up to something. But before either of us could speak, there was a bombastic yell and excited chanting’s of “you go girl!” echoing through the area. There was the sound of air being broken and flesh being slapped. We gave each other very confused looks. “Are those two chicks fighting or havin’ sex?” I gawked at her suggestions and she nearly laughed, gripping my large hand with her small one and began dragging me towards the hall. “Well, let’s see what the heck is goin on!” I grumbled to my self as every single one of us shuffled out to the hall way to see what was going on. This was already turning out to be a strange day. I just hope it doesn’t get any stranger.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Eliza
A short character intro for the off-key
PetulantPuns
Female/Female, character intro, light spanking, Teacher-student, Lesbians, sexual-harassment, short
Characters: Eliza, 14, mammoth

Ah, what a day! I finally finished the painting I’ve been working on, a painting of my partner Radha, to be exact. Their feathery form and “cool kid” vibe makes for an excellent retro city scene. Although, I do prefer mountain ranges and natural pinups of women instead. The various amounts of body types, face types, breast sizes, and even fur and skin tones is a marvel all on its own.
Oh wow, I totally spaced out. Hey there, I’m Eliza. Your average artsy student from the Appalachians. I’m here at harmony high, paid for by my mother’s, siblings and cousins so I can have a shot at attending this ritzy, snobbish school. Man, that sounded harsh, right? Well, I’m just stating the obvious, sadly. I mean, what would your opinions be if the first introduction you got was “this is the more artistic side of harmony high. You better hope your hick artistic talents get you though the preliminaries. We are not some ye-haw frat house. Take this seriously.” That was from the oh-so-wonderful Mrs.Bass and her wife Mrs. Baritone, the main heads of this uppity academy. Although they mainly hail in the music section of the academy, they help out in the testing new students go through to make sure they are qualified to be in this school. If they fail, they get the boot. Even if they paid a generous amount to be here. I shuddered at the thought of being sent home, seeing the ocean of disappointed faces that will be there to greet me. I lightly thumped my own head a couple times, driving those silly thoughts out if my head.
Right, back to the task at hand. I am currently in one of the academy’s many art classrooms, this one in particular is for the more eccentric artists. Aside from me and my humdrum paintings. I glanced around the room for a brief moment, my violet eyes drinking in every wonder part of this room. The polished oak wood floors, the fantastically, surreal painted walls, covered in gravity and even some naked female breasts interwoven with strange shapes and colorful lines. Paintings and things suck as repurposed bikes and strings of thread ordering metal decorations hung from the ceiling.  The entire room was a wonder maze of painters standing diligently at their canvases, holding their brushes like a sword; ready to strike and slay potential art block. The maze included sculptures chiseling away at marble or stone, experimental artists that use random objects and cobble them together to make a piece and much, much more. Then you of course you have the long tables, lined up in neat little rows in the center of the room for the ones that draw with whatever tool they see fit. Students in this classroom come up with the most wonderful things. I mean, they are extremely weird, but still pretty neat.
Okay, enough dilly-dallying. I look back down at the painting, picking my small paintbrush and started adding a few more details, this is my piece for the preliminaries after all. I need to make sure it’s absolutely perfect. I try to ignore the growing hustle and bustle that was starting to take place. Students chattering away about their next project, talking about the preliminaries…. No, I need to focus. I place the fine point of the brush on the sleek form of my partners body, gently adding more shading under their upraised arm, adding a darker shadow. I continue to add finer details to their breasts, a little bit of markings added to their head and- “ Hey, Eliza! My favorite potential master artist!” I jumped at the sudden interruption. Luckily, my sturdy hands and been trained to stay perfectly still, not messing up a single line. I look to my side. Through the bright florescent lights and past the strong smell of paint and clay, stood a tall, honey scented eccentric lady named Mrs.Cubie. She was great at…well, cubism. I flinched as she place her hands squarely on my shoulders, looking, um, weird. Her bright emerald eyes, off-set by her deep orange fur, fluffy but a little dried by access fur dye, were twinkling with something…similar to what my fathers have when they look at each other. Um, what? “ Oh, I’m so sorry sweetie! I didn’t mean to startle you!” I tried to avoid looking down, her boobs were…really big and had very lovely intricate artistry painted in blue on them, peaking through her very thin white business shirt, collar downturns. I felt my face heat up as she pressed her boobs against my shoulder, running her fingers through my short, thick brown hair, tussling it up a bit. “You’re, what, 14 now? I bet you can handle a little scare being a tough girl who grew up in the mountains!” I began squirming in embarrassment, my thick arm squishing further into her boobs. What, am I in one of those “animes” now!? Heat was starting to pool in my stomach as she continued to chatter away about how tough I was and how she wishes her wife was as strong and beautiful as I. I… don’t get it. What was attractive about me? I am stout and have very big hips, but small boobs and a rather plain face. I was a rather rough and uninteresting looking mammoth. With my dirty, paint stained overalls and special moccasins, I’m not very interesting to look at. And my mound is…very bushy. Not that she would know that. I sighed, having enough of this little game, I, as gently as I could, took her hand off of my arm and said as nicely as I could muster; “I’m sorry mam, I am in the middle of painting. Is there something you needed. Her eyes lit up like stars in the night sky and her long kangaroo ears twitched excitingly. “ah, yes! Your painting I was about to ask you about that, sweetie!” She peered around me to get a better look. I held my breath. Oh goddesses, did she smell lovely. Like the fresh scent of freshly harvested honey. So sticky and sweet. “Is that a skater bird? She looks a little like a punk, doesn’t she?” I bristle slightly at the misgendering, but kept my cool. “They. They are indeed a skater.” I mumbled. “ It’s of them at their height, skating in a rough part of the city. 80s style.”
She stoked her elegant muzzle, her beautiful long hair draped across her shoulders, her lips parted slightly, smiling from ear to ear. Why did she have to be so gorgeous? “Oh sweetie, this is a wonderful painting! I bet you’ll pass with this! Buuut…” But? “But….what?” She motioned for me to stand up. I looked at her in confusion, and the moment I stood up from my stool in the corner- “H-Hey!” she gently slapped my rear, sending small shocks off pleasure right to my groin. She jumped and giggled like a maniac. “Oh, what a sturdy, tight tush you have honey! We’ll get along just fine!” I just stood there, in front of my painting in front of all of the other students who now staring at us, whispering and muttering things under their breaths, just stunned. Did i…. Just get sexually harassed on my second week of being here? By my teacher? “Mrs.Cubie! You have a wife! And I'm- ““fourteen, yes yes, I know sweetie. I’m just trying to help you get through the preliminary! The easy way…” she winked at me and stood tall, crossing her arms under her boobs, making the look much plumper than usual. I balled my fists and kept my eyes focuses on a few stray pens that had fallen on the floor. Blue, green, Turquoise….
“Oh come on, sweetie! I’m sure you know what I'm talking about”, you’re a smart girl!” She leaned in closer to me, her slender muzzle nearly a kiss length away from my face. I shivered a little as her soft breath graced my rough fur. Goddesses, why must you bless me in the most inappropriate ways? “And we both know how difficult it is to truly get into this school, but I can give you a special recommendation, if you want honey. But just so you know- “She gently slid her hand against my outer thigh, causing more warmth to pulse through my mounds clit. My breath stopped when I heard her whisper her next sentence. “Your life here will A little more difficult if you decide to reject my offer. Do you get what I'm saying hon?” I felt...weirdly calm actually. A sort of numb tingling sensation fluttering in my mind, my fists sort of relaxing. It was weird. My sisters taught me how do deal with this sorf of thing. I just...never thought it would happen to me, you know? A hot woman hiting on a young girl, in front of an entire classroom sounds like an anime plot or something. I closed my eyes slowly and took in a deep breath. The sights and smells of the classroom, the fresh paint tinted with earth scent of clay and ink, nearly drowned out by the overpowering scent of honey, faded away as I calmly went to push her hand off of me. Only to meet-another hand? A smaller, ring ridden hand. “Hm?”  I re-opened my eyes to see an older feline student standing directly in front of me, body slouched, a hand in her pocket, hair sloppily covering one eye. She looked like she walked directly out of a grunge magazine, ripped jeans, punk t-shirt and all. “Hey their lady. I like a sweet chick as much as the next one. But I really think ya probably should hit on someone yer own age. In a place like, gee, I dunno, not here? In front of us?” Mrs.Cubie immediately started looking around the room to many concerned faces. Student turned in their stools, others looking up from their floor art, and many gathered around us (mostly the burly women) with very threatening looks. They seemed to be backing up the smaller lady, who just gazed at the teacher, as calm as ever. Mrs.Cubie lashed her tail about irritability, ears flattened, her eyes awash with disappointment. “Jessie, how nice of you to finally show up to a class, even if it’s to harass your darling teacher.” She shooed of off Jessie’s hand and recomposed herself. Glancing between Jessie and I. “Are you two girls dating? I apologize if so! I was just telling Eliza-“
“Wanna try blackmailing? Come on teach’, everyone saw ya.” A very sour expression darkened her lovely face. Jessie simply grinned as if she was the one who at the Canary. “And nah, I have a girlfriend, I just don’t like seeing kids get treated like arm candy, ‘specially mrs.beefy arms over here. I rolled my eyes as she gave me a playful nudge and a wink. She stroked her rather smooth, chubby neck chin (there isn’t much of a divide) and whistled “So, do we need to report ya or are ya gonna back off?” “Everyone else started chipping in, muttering support for me and Jessie. Mrs.Cubie looked as if someone had stolen her best set of brushes. So furious. So attractive. Why must I do this to myself. Instead of responding, she slipped through the gaggle of students and went to the very back of the room were her desk, stacked high with assignments of all art forms, including many colorful widgets and statues, disappearing behind it with her little cove.
Everyone sighed in relief and immediately began asking if I was okay. I flinched, I am not used to so many people gathering around me. It was much quieter at home. Before I could open my mouth to console them, a sharp whistle rang out through the room. Everyone’s eyes landed on Jessie. She waved her hands dismissively, ruffling my shoulder. I gently pushed her hand off. She simply smirked at me, snickering. “All right ya lot, time to give this kid some space, she’s gotta project to finish, right, kid?” I nodded speechlessly. Only managing to grumble a thanks before turning back to my painting. After everyone either left or went back to their projects, a few of them giving me pointed glances and snickering, I carefully lifting up my painting by the edges and I carry it to the far wall were all the finished painting were either sitting or hanging, weaving in between or stepping over student projects. One of the was of a sculpted demonstrating trans rights. How lovely. The moment I carefully set it between a surreal painting of a naked gopher woman and a minimalist painting of a bunch of cubes making a “love is love sign, (I just now realized what section this classroom was dedicated towards) I feel a tiny tap between my shoulder blades. “What is it? Come for another round, mrs.Cubie?” I question tersely. Which was followed up by a very guttural laugh. It was like a grater to my ears. “Hey kid, relax, it's just me, your savior. Jessie, remember?” I turned my head just enough to see her face. Wry beige fur adorned a crooked nose and a piercing. Her small, muddy eyes flashing in amusement. I sighed. “I do thank you for earlier.” I turned about half-way and offered a hand. “I’m Eliza. I’m one of the student participating in this year’s preliminaries. And you are…Jessie?” She smirked and patted my hand, winking at me once more. “Geez, no need to be so formal, kid. Ya need to smile more. And yeah, I’m Jessie. I’m an activist for our lovely community, particularly the trans ones. I do other stuff of course.” She nodded towards a picture of the trans flag being proudly held up by an androgynous squirms. It was….an interesting art style. Very rough with thick lines and a realistic edge using a sepia color scheme. Aside from the flag of course. It was….fascinating. “I see, well it was nice talking to you. Thanks for your help earlier.” I paused, she was looking at me with a strange glint in her eye, as if she were up to something. But before either of us could speak, there was a bombastic yell and excited chanting’s of “you go girl!” echoing through the area. There was the sound of air being broken and flesh being slapped. We gave each other very confused looks. “Are those two chicks fighting or havin’ sex?” I gawked at her suggestions and she nearly laughed, gripping my large hand with her small one and began dragging me towards the hall. “Well, let’s see what the heck is goin on!” I grumbled to my self as every single one of us shuffled out to the hall way to see what was going on. This was already turning out to be a strange day. I just hope it doesn’t get any stranger.






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