One of Breezeport's claims to fame were the twin private boarding schools positioned right across from each other at the end of a sleepy cul-de-sac.  


Both schools were famous for their slightly strange clientele: Our Lady of Ecstasy’s classes were around 80% futanari as a legacy of its past as a haven for third-gendered children during a time of prejudice; and Longshaft Academy had only accepted boys who were particularly "gifted" in both a mental and sexual sense of the term.  Both schools were famous for the exceedingly high quality education they provided to children of all shapes, sizes, home planet, home dimension, or magical plane of existence. And of course, both schools were the home of the mysterious Headmaster and his plan to conquer the planet through mind control.


However, while every citizen of Breezeport lived well above the poverty line (thanks to the Headmaster's social programs, raising the town's minimum wage to triple the national average, and just generally mind controlling everyone to not be selfish jerks to each other), the simple fact was that not every child could attend the Twin Schools. Some couldn't afford the tuition.  Many did not meet the particular anatomic requirements (having a penis less than 12 inches long, or not having one at all).  And many had parents who preferred not to send their child to a private school for one reason or another.


Luckily for these children, Breezeport had its own public school district; with an elementary, middle, and high school.  The Breezeport Public School District had an extremely good reputation for education, which had only improved as the Headmaster took over the town.  While the Twin Schools were the main home of the Headmaster, his influence had easily spread to the public schools as well.  Many of the teachers of the Twin Schools spent time teaching at the Breezeport public schools as well, both improving their education and helping to hypnotize the kids into the new world order.


Despite some of the shared teaching staff, the Twin Schools and the public schools had a mild rivalry.  The public school kids tended to view the private school kids as snobbish, hoity-toity, or perverts (whether justified or not); while the private school children tended to, on their part, mostly not care about the public school kids one way or the other.  Before the Headmaster’s arrival, the two sets of children rarely had cause to interact outside of sports competitions or town events.


On this day, however, the children of the youngest classes of Our Lady, Longshaft, and the Elementary School had been required to meet in a secluded park on the town’s west side around noon.  As the morning sun slowly climbed towards its highest point, kids began to filter into the grassy square, chattering loudly.  Half of them wore uniforms: either light blue short-sleeve shirts with a clip on tie and loose-fitting khakis with extra room in the crotch for boys, or green and white seifuku schoolgirl uniforms, like that one would see in many private schools.  The other half of the kids wore casual clothes of a variety of types.  The two groups skirted away from each other in general, keeping to themselves as they milled about.


Among the uniformed group of children, Skye Eldrich fluttered along, flapping her golden feathered wings to glide slightly above the ground, rather than waste energy toddling along on her tiny legs.  The fennec’s green eyes peered out from under her mane of cotton-candy pink hair, and she blew the cyan forelock out of her face with a puff of her lips.  The tiny fox looked around in curiosity.  She had not a single clue why all the kids had been called out on a Saturday to meet in the park, and she wasn’t sure if she had just zoned out and missed the reason (a regular occurrence for the flaky fennec), or if no one had been told.


She found a clear spot and landed lightly, skipping a few times as she shed momentum.  The fennec sighed and looked around, trying to orient herself and figure out what was going on.  Teachers wandered among the kids, making sure no one got into any trouble as they gathered.


Skye frowned and crossed her arms, eyeing the other children with mild distaste.  She had no real reason to dislike the public school kids, outside of simple childish cliquishness.  They were an other, an out group, and different from her and her friends, though for no reason she could articulate. 


The little fennec had a terrible memory for names and faces, so most of the kids blended together for her.  However, she recognized a few of them here and there, if only to be able to name them.


Wrestling in the grass were a pair of lion cubs, their golden fur shimmering in the sun.  They were about her age; the boy was too young to have started growing his mane yet.   Skye had run into them a few times around town.  Skye narrowed her eyes as she tried to jog her memory of their identities…  Shimbi?  Simbu?  No, it was Simba. And Nala.  Hadn't he said something about being a prince or something?  Oh, yeah, he had made up a surprisingly catchy tune about wanting to succeed his dad.  And she was his best friend… and judging from the bulge in his jeans as they rolled about together, maybe a bit more.


Standing nearby were a quartet of ducklings, three boys and a girl.  Skye recognized the boys as being the nephews of Mr. Mickey's best friend.  They were color coordinated clothes of red, blue, and green.  Wracking her brains, she remembered their names were Huey, Dewey, and Louie, though she couldn't remember for the life of her which one was which. The girl was their friend Webby.  She remembered that the triplets had a super-rich uncle or something.  She wondered why they weren't enrolled in Longshaft, and had to conclude that either they had not qualified (she took a not-so-surreptitous glance at what they were packing in their shorts) or that they had chosen a public education instead.


Another set of triplets were humming in harmony near a tree.  The three chipmunks also wore color coordinated clothes.  One was wearing red, with a baseball cap.  A taller one with horn-rim glasses wore blue.  The third was shorter and more heavyset, wearing a green turtleneck. Skye remembered their names, mostly because the kids had a moderately popular pop music career; the Seville Brothers, Alvin, Simon, and Theodore.  Skye hadn’t listened to much of her music, as her taste was a little different than what they tended to produce. They were more bubblegum pop, and Skye preferred rock and roll.


Skye couldn't help but feel jealous.  She had a couple of friends who were princes and princesses, but she didn't know any celebrities. 


The fennec winced as several kids flew through the air past her.  This wasn't the controlled flight of wings, magic, or other exotic powers.  They were going backwards, limbs wheeling.  Skye revised her mental statement; they weren't flying, they had been thrown by a shockwave.   The culprits who created the mini-explosion were immediately apparent, as they stood in a small crater in the lawn.  One had caught the other's fist, which seemed to be the source of the shockwave.  Both looked around guiltily, apparently realizing what they had done.


Mr. Mewtwo telekinetically caught the flying kids, cushioning them with a blue energy field before turning to the two boys.  While his mental "voice" was directed solely at them, Skye couldn't hear what he was saying, but judging from the way they winced in pain, she could guess that he was yelling directly into their brains.


The boys were a pair of young monkeys, with rich, red-brown fur.  Roughly a year apart in age, the older boy was taller by an inch or two.  Both boys had surprisingly muscular builds, especially for children their age.  The taller boy had bright blue eyes that peered out from blue hair cut in something like a bowl cut.  The younger, who had a slightly slimmer, more lithe build; had a head of spiky black hair that could not have been more distinctive if he had tried.  The younger black-haired boy wore an orange martial arts gi over a blue shirt.  The older boy wore a green gi of his own.  Both boys had a pronounced bulge in their pants, answering Skye's mild curiosity over whether they qualified for Longshaft.


Skye knew these boys for certain.  The eight-year-old was named Trunks (not the weirdest name she'd ever heard), and the seven year old was Goten.  Supposedly, they were aliens of some sort or another, "Sayings" or something. All Skye knew is that the boys were ridiculously strong (even by Breezeport standards, where super-strength was fairly common), and were the sons of some famous martial artists.  Arc Pikachu had said on more than one occasion that he refused to spar with them, for as he said, "he did not have a death-wish."


The last kids that Skye recognized were another trio of siblings.  For the life of her, Skye couldn’t tell what they were, dogs or cats or something in between.  They had black fur and white faces.  One boy was tall and lanky, holding himself with a lazy, loping grace.  He wore no shirt, only loose-fitting pants with a belt.  The second was short with a slightly silly expression; his tongue lolled perpetually from his muzzle.  He wore a long, loose-fitting shirt several sizes too big, the sleeves drooped over his hands.  The third was a little girl, even shorter than the second boy, wearing a pink dress and a pink bow in her hair.  Skye only knew their names because they were known pranksters around town, and they had pretty odd names by her standards, Yakko, Wakko, and Dot.


The gathered children were getting restless as they stood about, chattering and wondering why they were here during their free time.  Skye looked up and saw Kiyone standing nearby, the taller fox chatting idly with Sally Acorn and Tiffany ‘Gia.  Skye’s brother, Fire, was arguing animatedly over some minutiae of a video game with Jayden.  Arc Royale was playfully wrestling with Tayl Gatoh, while Mew Royale and Pal Flora kept pointing at people’s crotches and whispering conspiratorially. 


“Hey, kid.  Any idea why we’re here?” a voice asked.  Skye blinked at being addressed and turned to face the speaker.  It was a young dragoness, maybe a year or two older than the fennec.  She had bright orange scales that reflected the sunlight, dazzling Skye for a moment.  A pink fin crested her head and ran down her back.  Her large ear-fins twitched as her slitted blue eyes regarded the fennec appraisingly.  She wore a t-shirt and jeans, and had a casual, tomboyish air about her as she rested her fist on her hip lazily.  


“Not a clue,” Skye admitted, shaking her head, “We were supposed to be having a fun Saturday, but everyone in the lower classes got a message to report here in the morning.”

“Yeah, same for us; but it was everyone in the Elementary school,” agreed the dragon, shrugging.  The pink spade on the end of her tail flicked as she crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing Skye up and down.

“I’ve seen you around,” she said, lazily, “Hard to miss a girl whose hair looks like my fins.”

Skye glanced up at her bright pink hair and nodded.  Despite her size, her hair did make her stand out in a crowd quite a bit.  Despite her instinctive reluctance to mingle with the public school kids, Skye nodded.

“My name’s Skye,” she said, giving a half-wave.


“Smolder,” said the dragoness, nodding in greeting, “So… uh… what’s it like at the Twin Schools?  All of us are curious whether or not you guys spend all your time… um…”

“...Um?” Skye asked, raising an eyebrow.  She knew exactly what Smolder was getting at, but wanted to make her say it out loud, if only for her personal satisfaction.


“...y’know… uh…” Smolder mumbled, before holding out her arms, wrists limp and letting her jaw fall slack and eyes unfocused in a fair mimicry of a zombie walk.  She then gave a few short, jerky pelvic thrusts, her hands held at her hips, miming the act of intercourse.  She gave Skye an expectant look.  The fennec suppressed a giggle and tried her hardest to keep her face straight.

“...We spend all our time doing the Macarena?” she asked, her green eyes glittering mischievously.
“No!  I mean… Uh…” Smolder growled, stomping her foot, “...The Headmaster came to your schools first, so…  do you… y’know, spend all your time zonked out?  And having… s-s-sex?”


Skye couldn’t hold back the giggle any more as she replied, “No!  We have classes and other stuff.  I mean… Yeah, we get all sleepy, and we do lots of splurties and stuff, but… I mean…  Probably not any more than you guys.”


“Oh, come on! 








In unison, the children obeyed the command.  With expressions of vacant contentment or dazed dullness, they began to undress.  Skye’s fingers fumbled with her uniform’s scarf, untying the knot.  Her blouse followed, exposing the expanse of fluffy white fur of her chest and stomach.  The fennec shivered sleepily as she felt the cool seaside breeze rush over her little pink nipples and they hardened through her fur.  She kicked off her sneakers and socks, before dropping her skirt and panties in one movement.  

The little fox swayed on her feet, standing naked in the sunlight, every inch of her exposed to the world.  Her little vulva was barely visible through her fur, nestled between her thighs. Above, two limp pink penises hung down, one above the other.  The girl blinked sleepily, her green eyes half-lidded as she waited mindlessly.


Around her, the kids were in flurries of motion, stripping out of their uniforms or casual clothes.  Skye watched them with vague disinterest, unable to really focus on anything through her trance.  As her eyes wandered aimlessly, she watched as Smolder threw her jeans to the floor, revealing her golden-scaled stomach, leading down to her vulva, already glistening with moisture.  Nearby, Goten and Trunks had rather literally torn their martial arts gis right off of their bodies, showing off their muscular chests and stomachs, and the enormous half-hard shafts hanging down almost to their knees.  


Tayl had stripped out of her uniform faster than anyone (she hated clothing in general); and was watching her twin sister Kuro struggle to get out of her skirt.  The little kitten’s penis was already erect and twitching as she stared blankly.  










The children marched, many with arms held forward lik