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Characters presented are of legal age of consent. ", "writing": "Two months had passed since Mavis decided to `test' Eric by having her servant try to kill Skiv in front of him. Two months of waking up early and going to bed late, all to catch up on older assignments for barely any credit, and to keep up with current ones. The fox yawned, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom while the alarm blared on his desk. With a flip of his wrist, the alarm signaled off and he rose. \n\nAnd, like every morning, his dick was greeted by the cold metal prison locked around it. Turning his shoulder, the fox found himself alone this morning. ``Guess Mallory had an early lesson.'' He said. Even if Skiv was beside him like so many mornings, he couldn't lay back down and roll next to her. Forcing himself out of bed and taking a quick morning shower, the fox went about finishing his latest assignment. An hour later he was finished, resting his head against the desk and letting the next few minutes pass by blissfully as he drifted back off to sleep.\n\nHis front door slid open. ``Master Eric, it's getting time for you to leave.''\n\nThe fox blinked. The voice was familiar, but the words and tone combined felt almost foreign to him. Eyeing the door, he rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren't mistaken. Skiv stood at the door, standing tall with her chest puffed out and arms behind her. She wore a black butler's uniform with a small bowtie, and she looked at him without any sense of urgency or emotion. Blank and stern.\n\n``Skiv?'' Eric asked, ``What's with the get up?''\n\n``Head Maid Mallory believed this uniform to be fitting for my duties as your bodyguard once we reach campus grounds. And it is Sarah, sir. We wouldn't want your classmates to think you had some classless cur at your beck and call.''\n\nThere was no smile. No hint of sarcasm or anger in her words. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, thinking this had to be a dream. ``Skiv, why are you-''\n\n``I apologize for interrupting, Young Master, but,'' Skiv waved her hand, revealing a holoscreen between the both of them, ``You will be late if you prattle on with further questions. I have taken the liberty of providing an emergency breakfast bar in the hovercraft. I shall wait there for you, do hurry.'' She stepped away before he could answer, letting the door close itself. Eric rushed out, hoping to grab her and demand to know what's going on. This wasn't Skiv, this wasn't how she acted.\n\nBut she was gone. The hallway was empty save for himself and the decorations laid out. ``What the fack?'' He mumbled, heart pumping in his chest. What happened to her? Did Mallory install some hardware into her and change her personality? No, it couldn't be. They were together last night and that kind of surgery took hours...right? Shambling back into his room, the fox took a deep breath to calm himself. ``They wouldn't. Mom and Dad hate having dolls with programming. There's no way.'' He said to himself, getting dressed in uniform and grabbing his bag. \n\nA thought hit him as he reached the door. Skiv mentioned his classmates. She was joining him on campus today? He was going to walk around the school with her by his side. That should have made him happy.\n\nAll he felt was guilt.\n\n***\n\nThe entire ride to school was silent torture. With Thomas at the wheel, Eric couldn't be sure if they had enough privacy to question Skiv on her newfound attitude. So he watched her, trying to casually stare out the window while scanning for anything that might be active on her. Implants, new chips, whatever his scans could pick up. \n\nZip. Nothing mechanical inside her beyond the identity chip they put in her when he brought her into the home. And that didn't have the capability of a personality rewrite. He sighed, mentally thinking up excuses on why Thomas should be replaced with an A.I. for just this occasion. The selfishness only made him more bitter.\n\n``Is something wrong, young master?'' Sarah asked. He couldn't consider her Skiv, not with that fake smile. He scowled at her, looking her up and down. Whatever they did to her could be fixed, and whoever did it would pay dearly. \n\n``Nothing. Just...nervous I guess.'' He said, forcing a yawn, ``Tired too. Got a test early today, so that's gonna be fun.''\n\n``Proving one's superiority usually is, young master.'' Sarah said with a cheerful tone that felt like knives against porcelain.\n\n``Uh huh,'' He nodded without care, ``So, Sarah, I've never actually had a bodyguard come with me on campus. What exactly are your tactics? I can't imagine you'll be guarding me even in classrooms.'' \n\n``Throughout the day I will be your shadow, young master. But as for classrooms, I must follow school policy and stay outside of them unless you feel threatened.'' A holoscreen appeared before the rabbit, ``I have your heartrate on close monitor, as well as other methods to detect danger when I am not nearby.''\n\nMethods like the minicameras Eric noticed in his uniform this morning. Small nanites that to the naked eye one couldn't see, but anyone searching for a signal could find clear as day. Anything to help clarify if his increased heartbeat was from test anxiety or actual assault. Sighing, he brushed the thoughts aside as their craft pushed through the pearly white gates of Athenia Academy. \n\n``Sir, we've-''\n\n``I have eyes, Thomas. Thank you.'' Eric grabbed his bag and headed out, with the black bunny close behind him. Already he felt eyes staring at him, watching his bodyguard close by and snickering. Students didn't need bodyguards on this campus. Sure, Eric had experienced and seen his fair share of bullying, but socially getting a bodyguard was a sign of weakness. It meant your parents had more control over your life than others. Didn't matter that everyone here was on the leash of their folks, school was where they could avoid it for a few hours. Bodyguards were nothing more than another leash holder. \n\nThe instant messages were going to be spectacular. \n\nAs she said, Sarah waited outside his homeroom. Resting against his chair, Eric went over every method possible to transform Skiv like this. It had to be quick, since she was herself last night, but anything that quick required serious augmentation or modification, and his house didn't have a vat of latex to mold her. Plus she wasn't latex so that crossed that out. \n\nA hand slammed down on his desk, shaking him up. A smug hyena smile shined down from above him, with pierced ears perked and brown eyes gazing with interest. ``Yo, Eric. Who's the bunny casting a shadow over ya?''\n\nSighing, the fox rested back against his desk, ``Hi Rocky. She's just my bodyguard, that's all. You may begin with the mocking.''\n\n``She? Hot damn,'' Rocky smirked, eyeing back to the front door, ``Looks like my gamble was right.''\n\n``Gamble?'' He looked back up, ``What gamble?''\n\n``What, you haven't seen the feed?'' Rocky said, sending a screenshot to the fox's AR. A picture of Sarah walking behind him came over his field of vision, with comments questioning her gender, as well as those mocking him for having a bodyguard. ``People think she's a dude `cause of the suit. But I've seen enough ladies in suits to tell `em apart, and man she is sweet. Like, she's got that `don't fack with me' aura that makes me want to fall on my knees.'' \n\nHis cock twitched inside the cage. Eric groaned, suppressing a small smile at the memory of the times she had the fox on his knees, ``Well, please don't.'' He said. Another comment on the feed caught his attention, calling out how similar she looked to Arthur. While comments came in at how speciesist that sounded, it did remind Eric of a big reason why he wanted her here. Looking around, the fox found no sign of the black bunny underclassman. ``Hey, Rocky. Where's Arthur?''\n\n``Pretty boy?'' Rocky said with a hinge of jealousy. No doubt from all the attention Arthur got from the ladies, ``Last I saw him, he was in an early meeting with the principal. Probably some kind of reward or donation his parents gave. I swear, his folks are so fake they'd probably melt in the sun.''\n\n``Isn't your mom a former professional wrestler? The kind that's all fake.''\n\nRocky blushed, ``Y-yeah, but...shut up.'' The yeen boy muttered, taking his seat next to Eric and kicking his feet up. The fox ignored him for now, returning his focus to more important things. The test, Arthur, and how to get Skiv back.\n\n***\n\nThe test did not deserve his worry. Every question felt so familiar to the fox he could have answered them subconsciously at this point. Gritting his teeth, he grumbled at how much time he wasted going over those problems in preparation. How many hours he lost, forcing himself to take drugs for wakefulness. \n\n``The Head Maid does say it is better to be over prepared than underprepared, young master.'' Sarah said in her oh so annoyingly subservient voice. Eric kept his head hunched, keeping any insults to himself. He didn't need another Mallory at his beck and call. The raccoon was already a handful at home.\n\nAfter standing in the lunchline with Sarah keeping other students a good two feet away from him, he scanned the cafeteria to find Arthur sitting alone in the corner. Seizing the opportunity before anyone came by to flirt, he raced over and hunkered down next to him. Surprising the bun and almost dropping his own burger in the process. \n\n``Hey, Arther, how ya doin?'' He asked, speaking in such haste that the rabbit had to blink. Skiv stood behind Eric, keeping a watchful eye throughout the crowd while the fox pretended to ignore her presence. The rabbit at the table however, couldn't help but notice her.\n\n``Wow...I know Terry has been more aggressive as of late, but isn't a bodyguard a bit much.''\n\nForcing a smile, Eric laughed, ``It wasn't really my idea. Sarah, can you leave us be for a moment?''\n\n``That would be unwise, young master.'' She said, ``I'm not to leave you alone unless you are in classes.'' \n\nSighing, he nodded, ``Right, sorry Sarah.'' He said, subtlety opening a tab in his AR and typing a private message to Arthur. `Hey this is gonna sound crazy, but do you know if you have any siblings?' it read.\n\nThe black rabbit blinked when the message arrived. A response came quickly, `No,' it said, `I'm adopted, but given my dad's fame, I haven't exactly seen requests to connect me to anyone else. Why?'\n\n`Take a look at my bodyguard,' he mentally typed, `A real close look. Does she seem familiar?'\n\nBlinking again, the rabbit looked up to the standing bunny. Eric saw him squint, imagining the gears turning in his friend's head to figure it out. Even now watching him, the fox saw a resemblance in them. Both carried androgynous features, and their eyes were the same deep blue. There were noticeable differences of course, Skiv had a sharper face, an intense gaze, and a maw not comfortable with smiling. Arthur on the other hand was rounder, carrying a soft exterior and a face no doubt used to blushing with all the girls flirting with him. It still amazed him how often the boy received some kind of invitation. Part of it had to be his father. Even rich kids have dreams of being on the big stage. \n\nArthur's face twitched. So briefly that Eric felt he imagined it. The rabbit sent a new message, `Not sure what you mean.' It said. Before Eric could respond, Arthur got up and grabbed his tray, ``It's lovely chatting with you guys, but I got a test next period and I really want to use the rest of lunch to study.'' He bowed his head to Sarah, ``It was nice meeting you, Miss. I'm sure Eric is safe in your care.''\n\n``I am unworthy of such praise,'' Sarah said, that sweet voice grating on Eric's ears. Was he wrong about their similarities? Sighing, Eric took a slow bite from his sandwich. Maybe he was more focused on being right than being correct and saw patterns when there were none. He'd dived on enough conspiracy boards to see people make those mistakes. Like stating that wormholes lead to alternate realities, old Terra having some shadowy military organization that could conquer everything, and of course, the aliens. \n\n``Young master,'' Sarah said, breaking Eric out of his trance, ``I apologize for asking, but what period is after lunch for you today?''\n\n``Free period.'' He mumbled, ``And no, I'm not going to use that time to study. I've studied enough. You can tell my parents or Mallory, or whoever brainwashed you that.'' She didn't respond, and for once he was grateful for it. It didn't feel like Skiv, just someone wearing her body.\n\nWith the sounding bell for the end of Lunch, Eric grabbed his backpack and headed off, wandering the halls for some privacy, or whatever he could afford with Sarah watching over his shoulder. Pent up, betrayed, and frustrated, the fox wondered if it'd be best to just leave early. Fabricate an excuse and-\n\nA hand wrapped around his maw. Before he could blink, someone pulled him into darkness. His hands reached around, fingertips touching what must have been cleaning droids before another hand gripped his arm and shoved his back against the wall. His heart pumped, setting the alarm to alert his bodyguard. Where was she? Where was he? The janitorial closet? A familiar laugh broke the tension, his knees wobbling at the noise as lips pushed against his. ``You have no idea how annoyin it is to put on a fake little smile.'' She said, her classless accent breaking through, ``I swear, that coon bitch probably has hers bolted on.''\n\n``S-skiv?'' \n\nHer hand smothered his face, fingers squeezing his maw to perk the fox's lips. The rabbit smiled, ``That's my name. Why do ya sound so surprised?'' She asked, the smugness of her tone hitting him like a sack of bricks.\n\n``B-but you...your speech...the-'' He shrieked, quivering as her other hand slipped past his hands and wrapped tightly around his balls. \n\n``The whole `young master' drek? What? You think I spent all that time under that head bitch and didn't actually pick anything up? I didn't just learn how to read under her.''\n\nPanting, he struggled to form words under her grasp. ``Then...then why did you talk like that?''\n\n``Part of the...fack what's the word,'' She said, eyes darting around the room as though she could find it, ``Illusion, that's right.''\n\n``Why?''\n\n``Cause I missed you, you dumbass.'' Skiv squeezed tighter, ``Only time I ever get to really be wit ya is when I sneak into your room at night. You're so busy studying throughout the day, and I'm stuck learning all these fancy skills like reading and writing from the damn coon. Bitch kept saying my attitude needed work before I could properly guard ya. So I figured, fack it, I'll just pretend like I'm actually following along. If it speeds up actually following you around, it'll be worth it.''\n\n``Skiv, the grip.'' He said through his teeth, ``Loosen it please.'' With a chuckle, she did, letting the fox breath pain free before asking, ``Why didn't you tell me? Do you have any idea how worried I was? You have no idea what they can do to you if they-''\n\n``Cause you were stressed enough as is.'' She said, breath cascading down his face as she leaned against him, ``And I wanted to make this a surprise. Plus, you really wanted to pass that test and could you do that if you knew these-'' Her hands reached around and squeezed his bum, ``Were under my watchful eye from now on? Trust me, Drips. I've seen you lose focus when you're horny. It makes fucking you all the better.''\n\n``So instead you made me think you were brainwashed?!'' He shouted. Of all the reckless things he'd seen her do, this took the cake. His fists shook, teeth clenching as tears started to form. ``Do you have any-''\n\nSkiv forced his mouth close. ``Be quiet you facking idiot. Just cause there are no cameras pointing our way doesn't mean people can't hear us. `Specially if you facking shout.''\n\n``Cameras?''\n\nShe nodded, ``Yeah. I've been taking trips around the place while you were in your classes. Finding out who sees what and where. Found a few spots that looked pretty blind.''\n\n``Wait...aren't you supposed to be at the door when I'm in class? What if someone attacks me?''\n\n``Who would try?'' Skiv said, smiling wide, ``Drips, I don't think you realize how lax this place is in security. Yeah it's got drones and cameras, but not once did I see anyone packing any worthy firepower, and there ain't nobody here with obvious mech limbs. Sure, could be some subtle ones, but not enough to stop any trained assaillant if I had to guess. See, the head bitch told me something that made way too much facking sense ever since I got here.''\n\n``And that is?''\n\n``First classers are living in an illusion. Sure, some of you have real safety, but most of it relies on people sticking close to the bottom. You don't wear armor because you don't worry about getting shanked. So no one is a real threat to ya here. If it were, why wouldn't more kids have bodyguards. Hell, why have em come here at all?''\n\n``So why are-'' She silenced him with a firm grip. He saw a fire in her eyes. A predatory gaze that would have had him fall to the ground if not for her hold on him. Smiling, she took his hand and pressed it against her crotch, against the hard and fleshy rod restrained beneath the cloth.\n\n``I've been watching my ass all day.'' She said, staking her claim, ``Every day I get stuck watching it, only getting to really enjoy it at night when Mallory doesn't run me tired. So, from now on, your free periods are our fuck periods.''\n\n``But...but...'' He fought the urge to seal his lips. Eric wanted this, wanted her taking him and using him like a facking rag. But their status was too distant, unthinkable. If people found out, his family would do horrible things to keep her in line. ``What if someone comes by?''\n\n``That sounds like a you problem, Drips.'' She said, turning him around so his face pressed against the wall. Strong hands gripped against his pants, ``You just gotta be quiet. Or I find tape in the future.'' Unbuckling his belt, the fox's pants fell to his ankles. She reached around, squeezing his caged cock, noting the pre dripping. ``Someone's clearly liking this.'' She whispered, dragging a precum drenched finger up to his nose, filling his senses with the salty smell, ``Poor little bitch hasn't gotten an erection in so long.''\n\n``It's...it's not mine to have anymore, is it?'' He said, smiling. Not once had she unlocked him since they latched his father's cage onto his cock. Over two months of her turning his ass into a pleasure hole for the formelry classless bun. Eric did miss the full blooded feeling of his bouncing erection, but knowing she carried the key had his chest quiver in passion whenever they were together.\n\n``That's right, it ain't yours anymore.'' Skiv repeated, pulling a small lube bottle from her pocket, she lathered it against his pucker before rubbing it across her own cock. ``Just like this ass, that cock on your crotch belongs to me. Sure, you're in charge on the surface, but only fools see just that. They never notice the knife.'' Her cockhead pressed against his ass, ``And this knife is going into you.''\n\nEric laughed. His tension draining away each second he chuckled on. ``Knife? Seriously Skiv? That's a terrible joke.''\n\n``Bite me.''\n\n``Is that an order, Mistress?''\n\n``Mistress?'' Skiv leaned in, ``I like the sound of that. When directed at me.''\n\n``Of course you dO!'' he screeched. Skiv pushed into him, slowly forcing her cock inch by inch. She grabbed his muzzle, holding it tight so he could only whimper while the lube did its job. \n\n``You can't even be quiet, just what are you good for?'' She teased, nipping at his neck. She didn't stop, not till the hilt of her cock wedged into him, leaving the fox deliciously impaled onto her. ``I think I'm gonna hold on to you. Keep you nice and quiet.'' The black bun said, pulling out ever so slightly only to ram it back in.\n\nEach thrust rammed him harder against the wall. He dug his claws in, forcing himself steady as pleasure built up and crashed against the denial of his cage. ``God, you're such a slut.'' She joyfully mocked him, ``Makes me want to do more than just stick my cock in you.''\n\n``And...what's that...facking thor...Skiv?'' He muttered between her grip.\n\n``Well, I saw a lot of strange restraints whenever the maids had me help clean your parent's room. Things like arm braces, legs locks, full body suits.'' A hand trailed over his body, tweaking sensitive parts with each word, ``You're folks are freaks. Would explain you. Bet you'd look real nice with a thick collar `round your neck. I could walk you around and drop this entire...what's the facking word.''\n\n``C-cha...charade... `` He coughed out. Eric saw the image vividly, her holding him by a leash as they walked through the public square. Everyone would see how low and pathetic he was. A first class, worshipping a classless cock like they belonged to the gods themselves. The pleasure kept rising until he felt it overflow and surge through his body. Biting his lip, the fox whimpered out a cry, cum dripping from his cage like the last few drops of a closed faucet. His overstimulated prostate finally delivered.\n\nSkiv didn't stop. Gripping him tighter, she garbled something as sperm shot from her inside his ass. Their pants filled the tiny closet. Her chest pressed against his back, letting him feel her cooling heartbeat. ``Who said you could cum first?'' She asked warmly.\n\n``I can't really control it...''\n\n``I'm sure there's a way,'' She said, wrapping her fingers around the cum filled cage between his legs. ``You're pretty facking filthy down `ere.''\n\n``Yeah,'' He said, sighing, ``Gonna be a pain sneaking over to the bathroom to clean it.''\n\n``You ain't doing that.''\n\n``Pardon?''\n\nThere was a small pop when she pulled out, leaving his back hole gaping for a few seconds, ``You ain't cleaning this until we get home. Think of it as...punishment.''\n\nHe blinked. Turning around, he couldn't doubt how serious she was. He'd seen that smug grin all the time back in the outskirts. ``Skiv, come on.''\n\n``No buts, bitch boy.'' She said, giving him another kiss and wiping some of the cum drenched fingers against his cheek, ``Remember who's really in charge of ya. Now get dressed, it's stuffy in here and I can't stand another facking minute in these walls.''\n\nWithout more room to complain, the pair put their clothes back on. Eric helped readjust Skiv's bowtie, having somehow gotten loose during their escapade. He was still adjusting his pants when they stepped out, only to stop at the familiar chuckle of a fat hippo.\n\n``Well, well, well.'' Terry said. Eric felt a chill down his spine, eyeing up his bully. Terry stood alone before them, arms crossed with a malicious grin across his maw. The fox was bewildered by Terry's lack of slave, but maybe the bully's brazen sexual attitude finally got people to complain about his habits. ``Looks like we got ourselves a little bodyguard love session.''\n\nGrowling, Eric stepped up to the hippo, ``Fack off, Terry.'' He already had to deal with the awkward feeling of jizz in his cage and underwear. Dealing with an asshole was a step too far today. \n\nTerry held up his arms in mock terror, ``Oh no, what's little Eric gonna do? Call on some mercs to kill me? Topple my home so you can `liberate' my possessions?'' His belly smacked the fox, sending him to the floor. Laughing, he stomped an inch from Eric's crotch, ``Judging by how you're bodyguard was shifting their pants, I'd have to guess that they were fucking you. If you wanted someone to fill your hole, all you had to do was get on your knees and beg me, bitchboy. Maybe we can make an arrangement?'' He held out his hand, ``I don't tell people you were getting fucked on school grounds. And in return, you do what I say.''\n\nSkiv grabbed Eric's hand and hoisted him up. He saw her smile, but could tell she was holding back. ``Young Master, with your permission may I see to this threat personally?'' \n\n``D'aww, your bodyguard wants to protect you.'' Terry chuckled, ``So she's worth more than what's between her legs? I wouldn't mind making her watch.''\n\nEric almost nodded, stopping at the twitch in Skiv's eye. ``Just...'' He whispered, ``Just don't make it permanent.'' She looked on with delight and a sly grin.\n\nThe bully reached over, ``Hey, I'm talking-AH!'' Skiv grabbed his middle finger and twisted. Eric didn't hear any pop, but saw Terry go to his knees. ``Let..let go...'' he squeaked.\n\n``Come on now, a big guy like you can't just lift me up?'' Skiv mocked. Growling, Terry pushed himself off the ground, only to fall back again once Skiv twisted his finger further. ``I thought so. You're not accustomed to pain, are ya big boy?'' She said, still not breaking that middle finger. Just a little more force was all she needed.\n\n``S-shut up! Do you have any idea-''\n\nSkiv silenced him with a swift kick to the groin, ``Nope.'' She said, watching him fall breathlessly to the floor, mouth agape in agony. ``And I don't care. Cause you insulted my bitch.''\n\nEric frowned, blushing at how confidently she said it. Terry looked up in confusion, ``Your what?''\n\n``My bitch, you fat fuck. Drips here is mine, and there is no way in hell I'm letting some pathetic bagless scum touch him, or even dream about sticking your cock down his hole. It's mine, and the next time you even think of coming close to touching him...well, I'm sure they make good replacement arms.'' \n\n``Y-you're just a body-FACK!'' he screamed, her grip growing tighter, ``Let go of me you third class piece of drek!''\n\n``Oh, I'm worse than third class, richboy.'' Skiv crouched down next to the kneeling hippo, ``I'm a classless. I've killed people just to find a nice place to sleep. And Drips is my bitchboy. Now, I can tell you're a prideful little drek because of how you act, and you really can't take hits to your pride. So here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna let you go, and you're gonna walk away and never touch my fox again. Cause if ya do, I'll remove your hand, and you'll spend the rest of your life with a replacement, always looking at it with the memory of losing it to a classless rabbit. We good?''\n\nHastily, Terry nodded, running off right as Skiv let go. Eric had his back against the wall, heart jumping from his test. If it weren't for the cage restricting him, he'd be tenting in his school pants. Judging from Skiv's crotch, he wasn't the only one. ``W-why did you do that?'' He asked.\n\n``To send a message.''\n\n``But he'll tell.''\n\nShe pressed a finger against his lips, ``No he won't. I've seen his type all the time back in the outskirts. They talk big, they walk wide, but show `em you ain't afraid and they back off. His pride's more important to him. Now, how much time we got left?''\n\nWith a thought, he opened his HUD in AR, ``About twenty minutes.''\n\nShe pushed the closet door back open, ``Good. I need a BJ after that.''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Two months had passed since Mavis decided to `test' Eric by having her servant try to kill Skiv in front of him. Two months of waking up early and going to bed late, all to catch up on older assignments for barely any credit, and to keep up with current ones. The fox yawned, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom while the alarm blared on his desk. With a flip of his wrist, the alarm signaled off and he rose.

And, like every morning, his dick was greeted by the cold metal prison locked around it. Turning his shoulder, the fox found himself alone this morning. ``Guess Mallory had an early lesson.'' He said. Even if Skiv was beside him like so many mornings, he couldn't lay back down and roll next to her. Forcing himself out of bed and taking a quick morning shower, the fox went about finishing his latest assignment. An hour later he was finished, resting his head against the desk and letting the next few minutes pass by blissfully as he drifted back off to sleep.

His front door slid open. ``Master Eric, it's getting time for you to leave.''

The fox blinked. The voice was familiar, but the words and tone combined felt almost foreign to him. Eyeing the door, he rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren't mistaken. Skiv stood at the door, standing tall with her chest puffed out and arms behind her. She wore a black butler's uniform with a small bowtie, and she looked at him without any sense of urgency or emotion. Blank and stern.

``Skiv?'' Eric asked, ``What's with the get up?''

``Head Maid Mallory believed this uniform to be fitting for my duties as your bodyguard once we reach campus grounds. And it is Sarah, sir. We wouldn't want your classmates to think you had some classless cur at your beck and call.''

There was no smile. No hint of sarcasm or anger in her words. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, thinking this had to be a dream. ``Skiv, why are you-''

``I apologize for interrupting, Young Master, but,'' Skiv waved her hand, revealing a holoscreen between the both of them, ``You will be late if you prattle on with further questions. I have taken the liberty of providing an emergency breakfast bar in the hovercraft. I shall wait there for you, do hurry.'' She stepped away before he could answer, letting the door close itself. Eric rushed out, hoping to grab her and demand to know what's going on. This wasn't Skiv, this wasn't how she acted.

But she was gone. The hallway was empty save for himself and the decorations laid out. ``What the fack?'' He mumbled, heart pumping in his chest. What happened to her? Did Mallory install some hardware into her and change her personality? No, it couldn't be. They were together last night and that kind of surgery took hours...right? Shambling back into his room, the fox took a deep breath to calm himself. ``They wouldn't. Mom and Dad hate having dolls with programming. There's no way.'' He said to himself, getting dressed in uniform and grabbing his bag.

A thought hit him as he reached the door. Skiv mentioned his classmates. She was joining him on campus today? He was going to walk around the school with her by his side. That should have made him happy.

All he felt was guilt.

***

The entire ride to school was silent torture. With Thomas at the wheel, Eric couldn't be sure if they had enough privacy to question Skiv on her newfound attitude. So he watched her, trying to casually stare out the window while scanning for anything that might be active on her. Implants, new chips, whatever his scans could pick up.

Zip. Nothing mechanical inside her beyond the identity chip they put in her when he brought her into the home. And that didn't have the capability of a personality rewrite. He sighed, mentally thinking up excuses on why Thomas should be replaced with an A.I. for just this occasion. The selfishness only made him more bitter.

``Is something wrong, young master?'' Sarah asked. He couldn't consider her Skiv, not with that fake smile. He scowled at her, looking her up and down. Whatever they did to her could be fixed, and whoever did it would pay dearly.

``Nothing. Just...nervous I guess.'' He said, forcing a yawn, ``Tired too. Got a test early today, so that's gonna be fun.''

``Proving one's superiority usually is, young master.'' Sarah said with a cheerful tone that felt like knives against porcelain.

``Uh huh,'' He nodded without care, ``So, Sarah, I've never actually had a bodyguard come with me on campus. What exactly are your tactics? I can't imagine you'll be guarding me even in classrooms.''

``Throughout the day I will be your shadow, young master. But as for classrooms, I must follow school policy and stay outside of them unless you feel threatened.'' A holoscreen appeared before the rabbit, ``I have your heartrate on close monitor, as well as other methods to detect danger when I am not nearby.''

Methods like the minicameras Eric noticed in his uniform this morning. Small nanites that to the naked eye one couldn't see, but anyone searching for a signal could find clear as day. Anything to help clarify if his increased heartbeat was from test anxiety or actual assault. Sighing, he brushed the thoughts aside as their craft pushed through the pearly white gates of Athenia Academy.

``Sir, we've-''

``I have eyes, Thomas. Thank you.'' Eric grabbed his bag and headed out, with the black bunny close behind him. Already he felt eyes staring at him, watching his bodyguard close by and snickering. Students didn't need bodyguards on this campus. Sure, Eric had experienced and seen his fair share of bullying, but socially getting a bodyguard was a sign of weakness. It meant your parents had more control over your life than others. Didn't matter that everyone here was on the leash of their folks, school was where they could avoid it for a few hours. Bodyguards were nothing more than another leash holder.

The instant messages were going to be spectacular.

As she said, Sarah waited outside his homeroom. Resting against his chair, Eric went over every method possible to transform Skiv like this. It had to be quick, since she was herself last night, but anything that quick required serious augmentation or modification, and his house didn't have a vat of latex to mold her. Plus she wasn't latex so that crossed that out.

A hand slammed down on his desk, shaking him up. A smug hyena smile shined down from above him, with pierced ears perked and brown eyes gazing with interest. ``Yo, Eric. Who's the bunny casting a shadow over ya?''

Sighing, the fox rested back against his desk, ``Hi Rocky. She's just my bodyguard, that's all. You may begin with the mocking.''

``She? Hot damn,'' Rocky smirked, eyeing back to the front door, ``Looks like my gamble was right.''

``Gamble?'' He looked back up, ``What gamble?''

``What, you haven't seen the feed?'' Rocky said, sending a screenshot to the fox's AR. A picture of Sarah walking behind him came over his field of vision, with comments questioning her gender, as well as those mocking him for having a bodyguard. ``People think she's a dude `cause of the suit. But I've seen enough ladies in suits to tell `em apart, and man she is sweet. Like, she's got that `don't fack with me' aura that makes me want to fall on my knees.''

His cock twitched inside the cage. Eric groaned, suppressing a small smile at the memory of the times she had the fox on his knees, ``Well, please don't.'' He said. Another comment on the feed caught his attention, calling out how similar she looked to Arthur. While comments came in at how speciesist that sounded, it did remind Eric of a big reason why he wanted her here. Looking around, the fox found no sign of the black bunny underclassman. ``Hey, Rocky. Where's Arthur?''

``Pretty boy?'' Rocky said with a hinge of jealousy. No doubt from all the attention Arthur got from the ladies, ``Last I saw him, he was in an early meeting with the principal. Probably some kind of reward or donation his parents gave. I swear, his folks are so fake they'd probably melt in the sun.''

``Isn't your mom a former professional wrestler? The kind that's all fake.''

Rocky blushed, ``Y-yeah, but...shut up.'' The yeen boy muttered, taking his seat next to Eric and kicking his feet up. The fox ignored him for now, returning his focus to more important things. The test, Arthur, and how to get Skiv back.

***

The test did not deserve his worry. Every question felt so familiar to the fox he could have answered them subconsciously at this point. Gritting his teeth, he grumbled at how much time he wasted going over those problems in preparation. How many hours he lost, forcing himself to take drugs for wakefulness.

``The Head Maid does say it is better to be over prepared than underprepared, young master.'' Sarah said in her oh so annoyingly subservient voice. Eric kept his head hunched, keeping any insults to himself. He didn't need another Mallory at his beck and call. The raccoon was already a handful at home.

After standing in the lunchline with Sarah keeping other students a good two feet away from him, he scanned the cafeteria to find Arthur sitting alone in the corner. Seizing the opportunity before anyone came by to flirt, he raced over and hunkered down next to him. Surprising the bun and almost dropping his own burger in the process.

``Hey, Arther, how ya doin?'' He asked, speaking in such haste that the rabbit had to blink. Skiv stood behind Eric, keeping a watchful eye throughout the crowd while the fox pretended to ignore her presence. The rabbit at the table however, couldn't help but notice her.

``Wow...I know Terry has been more aggressive as of late, but isn't a bodyguard a bit much.''

Forcing a smile, Eric laughed, ``It wasn't really my idea. Sarah, can you leave us be for a moment?''

``That would be unwise, young master.'' She said, ``I'm not to leave you alone unless you are in classes.''

Sighing, he nodded, ``Right, sorry Sarah.'' He said, subtlety opening a tab in his AR and typing a private message to Arthur. `Hey this is gonna sound crazy, but do you know if you have any siblings?' it read.

The black rabbit blinked when the message arrived. A response came quickly, `No,' it said, `I'm adopted, but given my dad's fame, I haven't exactly seen requests to connect me to anyone else. Why?'

`Take a look at my bodyguard,' he mentally typed, `A real close look. Does she seem familiar?'

Blinking again, the rabbit looked up to the standing bunny. Eric saw him squint, imagining the gears turning in his friend's head to figure it out. Even now watching him, the fox saw a resemblance in them. Both carried androgynous features, and their eyes were the same deep blue. There were noticeable differences of course, Skiv had a sharper face, an intense gaze, and a maw not comfortable with smiling. Arthur on the other hand was rounder, carrying a soft exterior and a face no doubt used to blushing with all the girls flirting with him. It still amazed him how often the boy received some kind of invitation. Part of it had to be his father. Even rich kids have dreams of being on the big stage.

Arthur's face twitched. So briefly that Eric felt he imagined it. The rabbit sent a new message, `Not sure what you mean.' It said. Before Eric could respond, Arthur got up and grabbed his tray, ``It's lovely chatting with you guys, but I got a test next period and I really want to use the rest of lunch to study.'' He bowed his head to Sarah, ``It was nice meeting you, Miss. I'm sure Eric is safe in your care.''

``I am unworthy of such praise,'' Sarah said, that sweet voice grating on Eric's ears. Was he wrong about their similarities? Sighing, Eric took a slow bite from his sandwich. Maybe he was more focused on being right than being correct and saw patterns when there were none. He'd dived on enough conspiracy boards to see people make those mistakes. Like stating that wormholes lead to alternate realities, old Terra having some shadowy military organization that could conquer everything, and of course, the aliens.

``Young master,'' Sarah said, breaking Eric out of his trance, ``I apologize for asking, but what period is after lunch for you today?''

``Free period.'' He mumbled, ``And no, I'm not going to use that time to study. I've studied enough. You can tell my parents or Mallory, or whoever brainwashed you that.'' She didn't respond, and for once he was grateful for it. It didn't feel like Skiv, just someone wearing her body.

With the sounding bell for the end of Lunch, Eric grabbed his backpack and headed off, wandering the halls for some privacy, or whatever he could afford with Sarah watching over his shoulder. Pent up, betrayed, and frustrated, the fox wondered if it'd be best to just leave early. Fabricate an excuse and-

A hand wrapped around his maw. Before he could blink, someone pulled him into darkness. His hands reached around, fingertips touching what must have been cleaning droids before another hand gripped his arm and shoved his back against the wall. His heart pumped, setting the alarm to alert his bodyguard. Where was she? Where was he? The janitorial closet? A familiar laugh broke the tension, his knees wobbling at the noise as lips pushed against his. ``You have no idea how annoyin it is to put on a fake little smile.'' She said, her classless accent breaking through, ``I swear, that coon bitch probably has hers bolted on.''

``S-skiv?''

Her hand smothered his face, fingers squeezing his maw to perk the fox's lips. The rabbit smiled, ``That's my name. Why do ya sound so surprised?'' She asked, the smugness of her tone hitting him like a sack of bricks.

``B-but you...your speech...the-'' He shrieked, quivering as her other hand slipped past his hands and wrapped tightly around his balls.

``The whole `young master' drek? What? You think I spent all that time under that head bitch and didn't actually pick anything up? I didn't just learn how to read under her.''

Panting, he struggled to form words under her grasp. ``Then...then why did you talk like that?''

``Part of the...fack what's the word,'' She said, eyes darting around the room as though she could find it, ``Illusion, that's right.''

``Why?''

``Cause I missed you, you dumbass.'' Skiv squeezed tighter, ``Only time I ever get to really be wit ya is when I sneak into your room at night. You're so busy studying throughout the day, and I'm stuck learning all these fancy skills like reading and writing from the damn coon. Bitch kept saying my attitude needed work before I could properly guard ya. So I figured, fack it, I'll just pretend like I'm actually following along. If it speeds up actually following you around, it'll be worth it.''

``Skiv, the grip.'' He said through his teeth, ``Loosen it please.'' With a chuckle, she did, letting the fox breath pain free before asking, ``Why didn't you tell me? Do you have any idea how worried I was? You have no idea what they can do to you if they-''

``Cause you were stressed enough as is.'' She said, breath cascading down his face as she leaned against him, ``And I wanted to make this a surprise. Plus, you really wanted to pass that test and could you do that if you knew these-'' Her hands reached around and squeezed his bum, ``Were under my watchful eye from now on? Trust me, Drips. I've seen you lose focus when you're horny. It makes fucking you all the better.''

``So instead you made me think you were brainwashed?!'' He shouted. Of all the reckless things he'd seen her do, this took the cake. His fists shook, teeth clenching as tears started to form. ``Do you have any-''

Skiv forced his mouth close. ``Be quiet you facking idiot. Just cause there are no cameras pointing our way doesn't mean people can't hear us. `Specially if you facking shout.''

``Cameras?''

She nodded, ``Yeah. I've been taking trips around the place while you were in your classes. Finding out who sees what and where. Found a few spots that looked pretty blind.''

``Wait...aren't you supposed to be at the door when I'm in class? What if someone attacks me?''

``Who would try?'' Skiv said, smiling wide, ``Drips, I don't think you realize how lax this place is in security. Yeah it's got drones and cameras, but not once did I see anyone packing any worthy firepower, and there ain't nobody here with obvious mech limbs. Sure, could be some subtle ones, but not enough to stop any trained assaillant if I had to guess. See, the head bitch told me something that made way too much facking sense ever since I got here.''

``And that is?''

``First classers are living in an illusion. Sure, some of you have real safety, but most of it relies on people sticking close to the bottom. You don't wear armor because you don't worry about getting shanked. So no one is a real threat to ya here. If it were, why wouldn't more kids have bodyguards. Hell, why have em come here at all?''

``So why are-'' She silenced him with a firm grip. He saw a fire in her eyes. A predatory gaze that would have had him fall to the ground if not for her hold on him. Smiling, she took his hand and pressed it against her crotch, against the hard and fleshy rod restrained beneath the cloth.

``I've been watching my ass all day.'' She said, staking her claim, ``Every day I get stuck watching it, only getting to really enjoy it at night when Mallory doesn't run me tired. So, from now on, your free periods are our fuck periods.''

``But...but...'' He fought the urge to seal his lips. Eric wanted this, wanted her taking him and using him like a facking rag. But their status was too distant, unthinkable. If people found out, his family would do horrible things to keep her in line. ``What if someone comes by?''

``That sounds like a you problem, Drips.'' She said, turning him around so his face pressed against the wall. Strong hands gripped against his pants, ``You just gotta be quiet. Or I find tape in the future.'' Unbuckling his belt, the fox's pants fell to his ankles. She reached around, squeezing his caged cock, noting the pre dripping. ``Someone's clearly liking this.'' She whispered, dragging a precum drenched finger up to his nose, filling his senses with the salty smell, ``Poor little bitch hasn't gotten an erection in so long.''

``It's...it's not mine to have anymore, is it?'' He said, smiling. Not once had she unlocked him since they latched his father's cage onto his cock. Over two months of her turning his ass into a pleasure hole for the formelry classless bun. Eric did miss the full blooded feeling of his bouncing erection, but knowing she carried the key had his chest quiver in passion whenever they were together.

``That's right, it ain't yours anymore.'' Skiv repeated, pulling a small lube bottle from her pocket, she lathered it against his pucker before rubbing it across her own cock. ``Just like this ass, that cock on your crotch belongs to me. Sure, you're in charge on the surface, but only fools see just that. They never notice the knife.'' Her cockhead pressed against his ass, ``And this knife is going into you.''

Eric laughed. His tension draining away each second he chuckled on. ``Knife? Seriously Skiv? That's a terrible joke.''

``Bite me.''

``Is that an order, Mistress?''

``Mistress?'' Skiv leaned in, ``I like the sound of that. When directed at me.''

``Of course you dO!'' he screeched. Skiv pushed into him, slowly forcing her cock inch by inch. She grabbed his muzzle, holding it tight so he could only whimper while the lube did its job.

``You can't even be quiet, just what are you good for?'' She teased, nipping at his neck. She didn't stop, not till the hilt of her cock wedged into him, leaving the fox deliciously impaled onto her. ``I think I'm gonna hold on to you. Keep you nice and quiet.'' The black bun said, pulling out ever so slightly only to ram it back in.

Each thrust rammed him harder against the wall. He dug his claws in, forcing himself steady as pleasure built up and crashed against the denial of his cage. ``God, you're such a slut.'' She joyfully mocked him, ``Makes me want to do more than just stick my cock in you.''

``And...what's that...facking thor...Skiv?'' He muttered between her grip.

``Well, I saw a lot of strange restraints whenever the maids had me help clean your parent's room. Things like arm braces, legs locks, full body suits.'' A hand trailed over his body, tweaking sensitive parts with each word, ``You're folks are freaks. Would explain you. Bet you'd look real nice with a thick collar `round your neck. I could walk you around and drop this entire...what's the facking word.''

``C-cha...charade... `` He coughed out. Eric saw the image vividly, her holding him by a leash as they walked through the public square. Everyone would see how low and pathetic he was. A first class, worshipping a classless cock like they belonged to the gods themselves. The pleasure kept rising until he felt it overflow and surge through his body. Biting his lip, the fox whimpered out a cry, cum dripping from his cage like the last few drops of a closed faucet. His overstimulated prostate finally delivered.

Skiv didn't stop. Gripping him tighter, she garbled something as sperm shot from her inside his ass. Their pants filled the tiny closet. Her chest pressed against his back, letting him feel her cooling heartbeat. ``Who said you could cum first?'' She asked warmly.

``I can't really control it...''

``I'm sure there's a way,'' She said, wrapping her fingers around the cum filled cage between his legs. ``You're pretty facking filthy down `ere.''

``Yeah,'' He said, sighing, ``Gonna be a pain sneaking over to the bathroom to clean it.''

``You ain't doing that.''

``Pardon?''

There was a small pop when she pulled out, leaving his back hole gaping for a few seconds, ``You ain't cleaning this until we get home. Think of it as...punishment.''

He blinked. Turning around, he couldn't doubt how serious she was. He'd seen that smug grin all the time back in the outskirts. ``Skiv, come on.''

``No buts, bitch boy.'' She said, giving him another kiss and wiping some of the cum drenched fingers against his cheek, ``Remember who's really in charge of ya. Now get dressed, it's stuffy in here and I can't stand another facking minute in these walls.''

Without more room to complain, the pair put their clothes back on. Eric helped readjust Skiv's bowtie, having somehow gotten loose during their escapade. He was still adjusting his pants when they stepped out, only to stop at the familiar chuckle of a fat hippo.

``Well, well, well.'' Terry said. Eric felt a chill down his spine, eyeing up his bully. Terry stood alone before them, arms crossed with a malicious grin across his maw. The fox was bewildered by Terry's lack of slave, but maybe the bully's brazen sexual attitude finally got people to complain about his habits. ``Looks like we got ourselves a little bodyguard love session.''

Growling, Eric stepped up to the hippo, ``Fack off, Terry.'' He already had to deal with the awkward feeling of jizz in his cage and underwear. Dealing with an asshole was a step too far today.

Terry held up his arms in mock terror, ``Oh no, what's little Eric gonna do? Call on some mercs to kill me? Topple my home so you can `liberate' my possessions?'' His belly smacked the fox, sending him to the floor. Laughing, he stomped an inch from Eric's crotch, ``Judging by how you're bodyguard was shifting their pants, I'd have to guess that they were fucking you. If you wanted someone to fill your hole, all you had to do was get on your knees and beg me, bitchboy. Maybe we can make an arrangement?'' He held out his hand, ``I don't tell people you were getting fucked on school grounds. And in return, you do what I say.''

Skiv grabbed Eric's hand and hoisted him up. He saw her smile, but could tell she was holding back. ``Young Master, with your permission may I see to this threat personally?''

``D'aww, your bodyguard wants to protect you.'' Terry chuckled, ``So she's worth more than what's between her legs? I wouldn't mind making her watch.''

Eric almost nodded, stopping at the twitch in Skiv's eye. ``Just...'' He whispered, ``Just don't make it permanent.'' She looked on with delight and a sly grin.

The bully reached over, ``Hey, I'm talking-AH!'' Skiv grabbed his middle finger and twisted. Eric didn't hear any pop, but saw Terry go to his knees. ``Let..let go...'' he squeaked.

``Come on now, a big guy like you can't just lift me up?'' Skiv mocked. Growling, Terry pushed himself off the ground, only to fall back again once Skiv twisted his finger further. ``I thought so. You're not accustomed to pain, are ya big boy?'' She said, still not breaking that middle finger. Just a little more force was all she needed.

``S-shut up! Do you have any idea-''

Skiv silenced him with a swift kick to the groin, ``Nope.'' She said, watching him fall breathlessly to the floor, mouth agape in agony. ``And I don't care. Cause you insulted my bitch.''

Eric frowned, blushing at how confidently she said it. Terry looked up in confusion, ``Your what?''

``My bitch, you fat fuck. Drips here is mine, and there is no way in hell I'm letting some pathetic bagless scum touch him, or even dream about sticking your cock down his hole. It's mine, and the next time you even think of coming close to touching him...well, I'm sure they make good replacement arms.''

``Y-you're just a body-FACK!'' he screamed, her grip growing tighter, ``Let go of me you third class piece of drek!''

``Oh, I'm worse than third class, richboy.'' Skiv crouched down next to the kneeling hippo, ``I'm a classless. I've killed people just to find a nice place to sleep. And Drips is my bitchboy. Now, I can tell you're a prideful little drek because of how you act, and you really can't take hits to your pride. So here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna let you go, and you're gonna walk away and never touch my fox again. Cause if ya do, I'll remove your hand, and you'll spend the rest of your life with a replacement, always looking at it with the memory of losing it to a classless rabbit. We good?''

Hastily, Terry nodded, running off right as Skiv let go. Eric had his back against the wall, heart jumping from his test. If it weren't for the cage restricting him, he'd be tenting in his school pants. Judging from Skiv's crotch, he wasn't the only one. ``W-why did you do that?'' He asked.

``To send a message.''

``But he'll tell.''

She pressed a finger against his lips, ``No he won't. I've seen his type all the time back in the outskirts. They talk big, they walk wide, but show `em you ain't afraid and they back off. His pride's more important to him. Now, how much time we got left?''

With a thought, he opened his HUD in AR, ``About twenty minutes.''

She pushed the closet door back open, ``Good. I need a BJ after that.''

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