Shilva’s walk was heavy as he made his way to the school next morning, brows furrowed
with the pictures his friend had sent him the night before. Several more followed the first one, in
increasingly explicit nature. After that, there was nothing, though about three in the morning, the
fox’s phone rang. It was Alan, but there was no one on the other line. If it weren’t for the first
pictures he’d be worried­ and still, he was.
If Alan was gay, then so be it­ Shilva never would have thought something like that, but
whatever, as long as the rabbit didn’t come onto him, he’d be alright. It was the pictures that
worried him. Alan was far, far too careful about his image to let something like that happen. He
knew just how easy it would be to put them online and destroy his reputation, and his reputation
seemed to be the only thing he cared about. And why with Lynch? Everyone else seemed to
love him, but that’s a bit far.
His stream of thought was cut short as he made his way up the concrete steps, Alan
shouting a happy greeting from the top. It was just like normal, except Alan was leaning into the
arms of Lynch, who grinned down at the pink fox like a predator toying with his prey. Shilva’s
blood ran cold. “A­Alan? What are, uh… why are you…?”
Alan giggled a little bit, entirely out of character for him. “He’s my boyfriend, stupid, why’d
you think you got all those pictures last night? You know that I’d never fuck outside of a
relationship.”
 Now that was a definite lie. Shilva cautiously padded his way up the last steps, eyeing
Lynch suspiciously. He’d leave that for later­ he had more important things to do. “Lynch! I, uh,
think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday, I’d like to start again.”
The doberman eyed him silently, still unsettlingly predatory. The fox let the moment hang
as an invitation to respond, but when he failed to take it, he haltingly started again. “I… uh…
well, it didn’t go so well last time, and as the head of the student government, I thought I should
make sure­” Lynch cut him off sharply. “You talk too much.”
Shilva almost let his temper get the better of him, but nipped that problem in the bud,
closing his eyes and willing the anger down back inside of him. He could deal with the later,
shaking his head as he tried again. “Look, I know you might not be a man of many words, but­”
Again, Lynch cut him off.
“You talk too much. I don’t like it.” His expression didn’t change, and his arms crossed,
Alan looking a bit uncomfortable at the animosity between the two.
“You might not like it, but it’s how I am. I use big words, and I use a lot of them. It’s fine if
you don’t­”
“You talk too much and I don’t like it.” Shilva let out an exasperated sigh.
“I understand, but I don’t­”
“So shut up.”
Shilva’s eyes widened, but he bit back a stinging retort, recognizing somewhere inside
him that arguing with the ill­bred brute would be useless. The group stood there for a moment
longer, the fox and doberman locked in a cold staredown as the rabbit bounced a little in place,
antsy at the tension. Finally, the silence was broken by first bell. Alan took advantage almost
immediately, the rabbit mouthing a quick ‘goodbye’ to his two friends before running off to
homeroom. Lynch lingered a moment longer before nodding at the fox, who was left standing
alone.
He stood there longer than he should have, stewing in his failure to make friends with
this enigma of a new student. What was with him? Even someone who wasn’t raised right
wouldn’t be so abrasive for no reason, and Lynch had to have ‘some’ type of appeal, or else he
wouldn’t have befriended perhaps the entire school. So what was it about him? There was
certainly a sort of… air about him, the way he carried himself, that exuded control, but he didn’t
know what it was. But still… that was no reason, and neither was it an excuse. He’d have to talk
to the headmaster about Lynch soon, but first, class. He willed his feet to work, and walked into
homeroom with Alan­ and now with Lynch.
He was a little late to his first class, but that wasn’t a big deal. He frequently had school
business to take care of, and his teacher understood that. Hell, it was a strange day when he
was in on time! But for some reason, today was different. The teacher gave him a disapproving
stare as he walked in, tsking gently and making a show of marking him late. Shilva’s eyes
widened­ he’d never been late! His school had a reward program for attendance, and he’d been
the only one in school history to earn the top prize every year­ he didn’t want that to be ruined.
“U­Uh, Mrs. Bismuth?” The feline raised an eyebrow, turning towards him with her arms
crossed against her breasts.
“Yes, Mister Goldwater?” She never called him that. He swallowed down his nerves.
“Did, uh, you mark me absent?”
“I did indeed, Mister Goldwater.” His face visibly fell.
“But, I was on school business! You can’t mark me absent for being on school business,
it’s against the­”
“I’ve heard just about enough of that excuse, Goldwater. Now go to your seat before I
mark you absent.” He couldn’t keep back a scowl, what was it with people interrupting him
today? He hated that!
“Now listen, it’s on the school cameras that I was on school business and I can prove it,
and it’ll be on the cameras that I came today. So you mark me­”
“Shut the fuck up and sit down, ass.” Now the whole class’ eyes widened, heads
swiveling to see Lynch leaning up in the back, a sneer on his face as he stared at the blushing
fox. “You’ve taken up enough of our time. We’re here to learn, right? Get over your fucking self.”
Shilva’s eyes frantically searched the room for any sign of support, but everyone just
stared at him, shocked and watching to see what he would do. He tried to catch Alan’s eye, but
the rabbit just kind of squirmed uncomfortably, looking down and adjusting his glasses.
“Mister Goldwater, your seat.” The pink fox whined in defeat and slowly made the walk of
shame, sliding into his chair across from Alan. As soon as class began, he hissed towards the
rabbit.
“Dude, what the fuck?”
Alan cringed a bit. “I don’t know man… maybe she’s right. I mean… you do use that
reason a lot.”
Shilva couldn’t believe what he was hearing­ Alan always had his back! Even if he was in
the wrong, and he wasn’t, Alan was always there to take his side and defend him. This was…
there was something wrong. He could feel someone staring at the back of his head­ he didn’t
need to look to know it was Lynch. It was all Lynch’s fault. Ever since he came into the school,
nothing was going right, everyone was acting strange, and everything that went down with
Alan…
The teacher jerked him out of his brooding thoughts. “H­Hmm?” He looked up,
straightening in his chair, well aware of the eyes on him. Generally, he was a sharp student, but
he was a bit distracted today.
“I said, if you’re done whispering like a schoolboy to Alan, could you answer the
question?”
Shilva flushed in embarrassment. “I, uh… what’s the question?” The class tittered a little,
even Alan.
“In 1492, Columbus sailed across…” Almost immediately, the words began to blur in
Shilva’s mind, running together and melting like they didn’t exist. He noticed it as it was
happening and was puzzled by it, but somehow, he didn’t feel too concerned. Finally he came
back to reality, everyone staring at him. The silence hung in the air as they waited on an
answer.
“U­Uhm…” He found it a little difficult to make his mouth form words, just, strangely slow.
“I, uh… was it… the Pacific?” He didn’t know­ he’d just guessed, and judging by the class’s
laughing, he had guessed incredibly wrongly. Mrs. Bismuth chuckled a bit, shaking her head.
Only Alan didn’t laugh, though he did look amused.
“God no, not even close! Seriously, Goldwater, any schoolboy could have answered the
question, I don’t know how­”
“It’s because he’s barely smarter than one!” Lynch cut off the teacher sharply, but for
some reason that didn’t phase her nor the class. Shilva glanced sharply over his shoulder to the
grinning doberman, who strolled over to the fox’s seat.
“I mean look at him! Those preppy clothes, that stupid haircut, look how finely taken care
of his claws are!” Shilva blushed a deep red, though normally these wouldn’t be things to be
embarrassed of. “It reeks of a elementary schoolboy, letting his parents do everything for him,
take care of him. He probably couldn’t pass kindergarten on his own!”
The class burst out in laughter, Alan included, and Shilva felt him retreat inside himself, a
burning humiliation flowing freely through his body. Nothing like this had ever happened before,
and he wasn’t quite certain how to react. For his whole life, he’d been the witty one, no one ever
laughed at him. Feeling his eyes sting, he looked away, trying to cover up his tears before
responding.
“I­I’m not, I’m not a, uh… I, this isn’t normal and you know it! It was just a bad day is all,
I’ll be back to normal!” The class laughed harder at his attempts to defend himself, though Alan
quieted down a little, looking somewhat sympathetic. Unfortunately, Lynch had a response.
“What, does a bad day make someone forget their potty training?” Shilva was puzzled at
first­ where the hell did that come from?­ but his mind quickly blurred, everything around him
mushing into one, his brain seizing, and falling into a mush. A small grin spread across his
muzzle, and his eyes unfocused, staring at something far in the distance as he slowly lifted his
tightly clad ass from the seat. A small giggle escaped his maw as the class looked on, tail lifting
high in the air.
His sphincter loosened with no trouble at all, and he gave a small push, little waves of
pleasure pushing up his body as the sound of wet bursts of gas filled the room. Everyone fell
silent, staring as the class president began to shamelessly shit himself, visibly enjoying himself.
The poor fox didn’t realize it, but he was groaning softly as he pushed, the first log crackling out
into his white underwear, a sort of miniature tail forming in his pants before the waste collapsed
against his ass, slowly oozing down his groin to settle at his balls.
A few more sudden bursts of gas came before the rest came flooding out­ log after log of
semi­solid, chunky shit pushed out of his eager anus, a greasy brown stain soaking through his
jeans as the bulge at his ass grew larger and larger. It constantly slid down his taint to settle
around his balls and groin, plopping out of his underwear and into his jeans proper. Little chunks
of the disgusting sewage forced their way up the back of his pants, chunky, gooey, and greasy
as they plopped onto his seat. Finally he seemed to empty­ he sat his ass back down in the filth,
a loud squelch filling the room as the mush oozed around his groin, settling in and encasing it.
He stayed like that a few moments, relaxed and happy.
It was only when the mocking laughter began that he snapped out of it, confused and
disoriented. Why was Alan looking at him like that, so shocked? And the class, what was so
funny? Piece by piece it came to him, the horror slowly creeping on him. Why was his groin
wet? And why was his seat so soft, and what was that disgusting smell? Finally he looked down,
letting out a yell of horror at his disgusting state. Phones flashed, students laughed, the teacher
could barely hold back her look of disgust. This was a bad day.