The tv screens softly illuminated the small room and the faces of the girls and adults watching over them within. Each girl was raptly watching the football game going on in the screens between their high school team and their visiting rivals, waiting for the end so they could play their part. The game had been closely tied most of the game but the other team had managed to pull ahead in the back half. No matter what their team did, they couldn't seem to catch up again. Concern painted the faces of the young women but no one spoke a word, only the occasional whimper or gasp.  Whether their team won or not would greatly effect their part in the game, and every girl present had been dreading the outcome since this afternoon.


It had been earlier that same day, back at school during the pep rally. All the students had been ushered from the classrooms into the gymnasium to be seated for the event. Teachers and other chaperones took positions thought the students to ensure everyone would be paying attention. Everything had been fine at first, all the students smiling and laughing, talking amongst themselves creating a dull roar that only subsided once the cheerleader squad began their routine. The rally continued on liked a normal event, with speeches from the team and coaches, trying to excite everyone for the game that night. However, as time carried on and it grew closer to the end, a palpable tension began to spread throughout the student body. Smiles faded, cheers for the team grew softer and with less enthusiasm and no one so much as whispered to their neighbors. When the principle, a short, round bellied bull, took the podium for the final announcements of the day, one could have heard a pin drop.


"Good afternoon everyone!" He called into the microphone, his booming voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "I hope everyone is ready to take off early today to get ready to watch our team win tonight!" He paused and smiled, clearly expecting some kind of reaction from his crowd but instead he was met only with silent stares. The principal faltered for only a moment before clearing his throat and carrying on. "Now before we end our day, we have our last usual announcement. We need to select the girls from our senior class that will be joining our team on the field tonight as our schools game girls!"


At those words, some students began to stir, letting out quiet whimpers or low murmurs. Every female's breath caught in their throat, while some boys either gave small smiles or looked away from the girls, embarrassed. The interruption passed quickly and the students returned their attention back to their school's leader.


"Now then, we will need seven girls from our senior student body and three of our lovely cheerleaders. As usual, we will be using a lottery to determine who will get he honor of being our game girls." He paused for a moment and looked out over the crowd of students. "Unless we have any volunteers in the room today?"


No one spoke a word or as so much as twitched. No one had ever volunteered before.


With a half hearted chuckle, having already known the answer, he pressed on. "Well alright then, we'll just let Lady Luck decide today! Let's go ahead and start with the cheerleaders..." With that he pulled over a glass fishbowl filled with slips of white paper, the name of one of the cheerleaders written each one.


The cheer squad bean to hold hands as the principal's hand fished through the bowl until he grabbed three slips in his hand and pulled them out. The tension almost boiled over as the steer took his time laying the papers down and slowly putting on his glasses before calling out.


"Rachel, Chelsea, and Emily! Congratulations! You three will represent our school tonight as its cheer squad game girls! Please girls, come and stand up front by Mr. Orazi." He motioned up by the podium where a tall well built tiger awaited, arms folded and flanked on either side by two other males not in school uniforms but in plain grey sweats and white tank tops with an emblem emblazoned on their chests. A black, nondescript wolf on one side of a red circle with a black, nondescript rabbit on the other side. Above them hung an olive branch, the symbol of peace, and between them some other animal, a dog it seemed, with one arm held by the wolf and rabbit each. It was the symbol of the Office of Persons Regulations. No one knew who they were, just that they were from the Office of Persons Regulations, a government organization. Everyone just called them the regulators and they only ever showed up for the games.


The three named girls, an arctic fox, a cheetah, and a red panda, eyes grew as large as saucers when their names were called. Rachel made a sound that sounded like a muffled scream. With shaky motions, the three rose to their feet and slowly began to half stumble to the front, clearly wanting to do anything else. If the principal noticed their reluctance, he didn't acknowledge it. 


"There we go!" He stated happily once the girls reached their destination, turning back to face the crowd. "That's what we expect of our cheerleaders, setting the perfect example for our student body!" Through out his praises Chelsea's eyes filled with tears, though not out of pride but fear. "Now," he pressed on, pulling over another bowel filled with all the names of the eighteen year old females in the school. Far more names than the cheerleader bowl, "let's hope our other girls accept their roles with as much dignity." With a quick reach in the bowl another slip of paper, another name, was pulled out.


"Gale Domolles!" The name rang out through the gym. After a few seconds, a short brown rabbit stood up and quietly made her own way down to the front to join the cheerleaders in front of the school.


"Stefanie Wesson!" A busty border collie suddenly burst into tears but didn't move, shaking her head in denial. A nearby teacher went over to help and had to gently, but forcibly bring her down. As soon as she arrived the principal moved on without delay.


"Niki Karzen!" A lithe brunette ferret stood and made her own way down with a solemn expression on her face.


"Sylvia Lidano!" A dark grey, almost black cat whimpered and stood. Brushing her midnight blue hair out of her eyes, she tried to walk with as much dignity as possible.


"Victoria Kirtman!" A small, timid looking mouse tried to make her way, nearly falling in the process, but arrived with a blush of embarrassment, adjusting her large glasses.


"Alecia Milani!" For a few moments, there was only silence and soon everyone began to look around, seeking Alecia. Unfortunately for the poor girl, the teachers strategically placed thought the crowed when the students were seated were able to quickly identify her. She had seemed to only be in shock and after a gentle shake from the nearby teacher, Alecia stood. The  blonde squirrel made her way down, turning heads as she did, being the beauty queen type.


"Jenna Esteed!"


The vixen couldn't believe it. Surely she must have misheard. She kept waitting for some other unfortunate girl to stand up but it never happened. This couldn't be happening, it was just a bad dream! A hand on her shoulder shook her from her disbelief. She looked up at the canine face of her literature teacher, Mrs. Cassie.


"Jenna," Mrs. Cassie's melodious voice softly whispered, "they're calling for you, dear."


Jenna could feel her eyes trying to water, but she fought the tears back. The red fox nodded, not trusting her voice not to crack and reveal how scared she was. Standing slowly, Jenna began to make her way through the isle, heart pounding in her chest. Though she kept her head down, she could feel every eye in the room on her, judging her or pitying her. She reached the stairs leading down the bleachers and took a quick look around. For one moment in her mind, she considered trying to run, to escape somehow. Her hopes were dashed however, when she saw a teacher on the other side of the isle, waiting and blocking her way. Above her, further up the stairs was one of the regulators, face blank, but body tense, ready to spring and grab her at the slightest sign Jenna wouldn't cooperate.


Sensing the futility of resistance, Jenna turned and headed down the stairs on legs that felt like jello. Each step seemed steeper than the last and the stares of everyone around her felt like physical weights slowing her. Taking longer than it seemed it should have to the scared vixen, Jenna found herself at the bottom of the stairs. Now she had only to cross the gymnasium before she found herself with the others. Now that she was away from Mrs. Cassie and the regulator at the top of the bleacher, escape entered Jenna's mind once again, but one look revealed every exit was blocked by a teacher or regulator. 


One step at a time she told herself as she began to walk again, though the floor felt like it swayed and shifted under feet like the deck of a ship on the ocean. The poor girl felt certain she was going to be sick all over the gym floor. Maybe they'd let her off if she was sick? Probably not. She remembered before when a girl's name had been called but she hadn't been at school that day. Instead of choosing someone else, they went and found her, bringing her to the game anyway. Jenna supposed that's why no one tried to avoid game day by skipping. Lost in her reveries, Jenna soon found herself before the other girls, some of them tried to stand confidently, others wore their nervousness on their sleeves, a couple, like Chelsea, had a few tears escape their eyes. Poor Stefanie was still trembling and wiping tears from her muzzle. Jenna lined up next to them as the principal wrapped up his speech.


"And that's our last game girl today!" The bull called out cheerfully, "We'll get these ladies ready for tonight, and we hope to see you all at tonight's game! Enjoy the rest of your day!"


With those words, everyone in the gym stood, making their way out with a a soft eruption of noise. Before the girls could even get a single thought about disappearing into the crowd, a team of regulators appeared seemingly from no where and surrounded them. As the other students passed by, all Jenna could see were looks of pity, sorrow, or relief from some of the girls, at least from those who could bring themselves to meet the gaze of the game girls.


The last of the students shuffled their way out, the noise of the large crowd dying out as students left the grounds. The ten girls remained where they were, waiting for their next instructions. The principal had come down from the podium and was speaking in a low voice with one of the regulator, an average build female dog, though Jenna couldn't place the breed, maybe she was mixed? After a few more words, she and the principle shook hands and he turned and left, leaving them alone with the regulators.


Giving the girls a warm smile, the regulator turned her attention to them. As she did, the other regulators closed in, forcing them together and ensuring they were all paying attention. The female waited for them to finish before speaking, her voice kind, but authoritative.


"All right, girls!" She said to the group clapping her hands together. "My name is Linda Lindell, you can call me Miss Lindell. I'm from the government Office of Persons Regulations and I'm going to be your handler for the night until after the game, and perhaps after, depending on how the game goes tonight."


At these words, a sob sounded from the back of the group. The collie, Stefanie was shaking as tears rolled down her face anew. The girls closest to her tried to console her, but Jenna, being last called and therefore at the front of the group, could only offer a sympathetic look. Ms. Lindell also noticed and gave an understanding, if not apologetic, smile. She started forward towards Stefanie and the girls parted, clearing her way. She wrapped an arm around the crying canine and pulled her close.


"There, there." She said in a comforting voice not unlike a mother to a child. "I know it's scary, but just because you got drawn for a game girl doesn't mean you've already lost. This years teams is one of the best we've had in a while. Even if they lost," she paused to give another reassuring squeeze to the collie, "it's not as if it will be the end of the world. Just stay brave and you'll be fine." She waited a few more moments for the teen to quiet down before pulling away and taking her place at the head of the group.


"Okay, now that we're feeling a little better," she said, her voice going back to normal, "I'm going to go over our plans for tonight."


"My parents!" Alecia suddenly cried. "I need to talk to my parents! My daddy is big and important! He could-"

 

The regulator nearest Alecia suddenly placed a hand on the squirrel's shoulder, squeezing tightly until the poor girl cried out in pain. When she fell silent Ms. Lindell spoke up again. "Your parents will be informed about your selection later, by the Office of Persons Regulations.  Rest assured there is nothing your father could do, no matter who he is." Her eyes narrowed and scanned the girls slowly. "I suggest you comply with us. Things will only get much harder if you continue to resist. Now please, no more interruptions."


Taking a deep breath and returning to her smile, Ms. Lindell continued as if nothing had happened. "First, we're going to move you girls to the stadium until the game. Since your the home team, this means we won't have to go far, no need for the buses. Once we get there, we're going to get you washed up and changed into the clothes you'll wear until the game."


Ms. Lindell paused as an uproar of complaints erupted from the teens before her.


"What do you mean? What about our cloths?"


"This is my favorite skirt!"


"What's wrong with what we're wearing?"


The girls quieted down when the regulators around them began to move in closer, the looks on there faces making their intentions clear. "Pay attention and your questions will be answered."


Ms. Lindell nodded in appreciation. "Thank you, Jeff," she spoke, presumably to the regulator who had barked at them. "Your cloths and your effects, phones, bags, jewelry, and so forth, will be returned to your parent's homes tonight. They'll be personally delivered so nothing valuable will be lost."


She waited a moment for anymore complaints but none were forthcoming. Smiling at the complacency, she continued. "After you've all been cleaned up, we'll be getting you something to eat. After that, we'll have a special team do some touch up beauty work on all of you and finally, you'll be moved into the waiting rooms until the game. There will be TVs there, and a selection of reading materials for you. Once the game starts, you'll remain in the waiting room, watching the game. During the last quarter, you'll be prepped and dressed in your final outfit and taken out onto the field, along with the other team's game girls. You'll remain on the field, on the display podium, until the game is over. Whoever wins will determine what happens after that." She gave another comforting smile and added, "of course, like I said earlier, your team is one of the best, so I'm sure they'll win and you'll all go home to laugh about this later!"


The girls all nodded and murmured their agreement, but not one of them was fully convinced. Indeed, they were all still terrified about what would happen if their team lost. Jenna cast a side glance over at Alecia, who was rubbing her sore shoulder. The squirrel had said her father was someone important, but apparently even he couldn't help. So there was no way Jenna had a hope of rescue either.


Ms. Lindell clapped her hands again, nodding to the regulators around them. "No sense wasting time here, let's go ahead and move to the stadium showers. Everyone please stay together and keep close." Her eyes narrowed briefly as she added, "no ideas please. We don't want to hurt any of you, but we are authorized and will use whatever force is necessary for your cooperation. We've done this who knows how many times before and you won't be the first to get out of this, so let's make this as painless as possible for everyone."


With that last warning, Ms. Lindell turned and began walking. The regulators, and therefore the girls, began following after her as she headed out of the gym. The stadium was right next to the gym so it wouldn't be that long a walk. Still, Jenna couldn't help but feel a sudden burning in her core to try and run, though she knew that it would be pointless. The regulators beside her and he others surrounding the girls made sure of that. If the vixen closed her eyes, she could almost pretend she was some kind of celebrity, being surrounded by security keeping fans back away from her.


The group stepped out into the halls, now abandoned since everyone had left, and turned right, heading for a pair of heavy metal double doors that lead outside to the path that would take them to the stadium. As soon as the doors opened, Jenna was momentarily blinded by the bright sun. It was a beautiful blue day with a gentle breeze blowing, nothing like Jenna would like to see given the events that had befallen her today. Crossing the open path Jenna could see across campus to the parking lot, where a few cars remained belonging to some of the girls present, those that didn't ride the bus or walk. Jenna looked longingly at the vehicles, believing that if she could just get to one, she could get away.


Apparently Jenna wasn't the only one having such thoughts. In the blink of an eye, the cheerleading cheetah, Chelsea, suddenly body slammed the regulator between her and the parking lot, catching him by surprise. He went down on his back, reaching for Chelsea's ankle but the quick cheetah was able to leap over and began a full sprint towards her freedom.


Ms. Lindell was shouting orders Jenna wasn't listening to, too enraptured by the sight of the cheerleader's desperate bid for freedom. She briefly considered following or perhaps running the other way, but her thoughts were dashed when a large hand clamped onto her arm and squeezed like a vice. The remaining regulators had each grabbed two girls each while Ms. Lindell and another regulator, another large cat, chased after Chelsea. Jenna held her breath, watching the teen run, but the regulator moved like a professional runner and was closing ground quick. A lump formed in the pit of Jenna's stomach as the distance between them shrank. Fifteen feet. Ten feet. A yard. The regulator reached out his arm, straining to get a hold of the young woman. Chelsea glanced back over her shoulder, looking back but not expecting to see the cat right behind her. This moment of surprise was all it took for the cheetah to miss her next step. As if in slow motion, Jenna watched as Chelsea began to stumble, then fall forward, throwing her arms out to catch herself, to brace for the hard impact of the ground.


The impact never came, however. As the teen began to fall, the regulator behind her dived, catching her in his arms before she crashed. Instead he seemed to take the brunt of their fall. Chelsea didn't get a chance to keep going, sadly. The regulator flipped her over, and pinned her under him despite her struggles. He held both of her arms behind her back while kneeling down with his knee in her lower back until Ms. Lindell could arrive to help him. From where Jenna standing, she could hear the cheetah's yelps of pain, as that position surely couldn't have been comfortable. It continued until Ms. Lindell pulled a case out of her pocket before taking out what Jenna thought was a syringe, given how Ms. Lindell kneeled down and stuck whatever she pulled out against the struggling Cheetah's arm until the teen's squirms and struggles slowed, then stopped. The two adults waited a couple more minutes before standing, each of them holding one of the now docile Chelsea's arms and leading her back to the group.


When Jenna could once again clearly see the feline's face, it was clear to the fox Chelsea had been given some kind of drug. She wasn't so much walking as being dragged, her feet brushing the ground under her. Her head lolled to the side and a blissful smile played across her lips. Although the group was back together, their guards did not release their holds on the other girls. Ms. Lindell, no longer wearing her friendly smile, left Chelsea in the care of the male cat and moved back to the front of the group.


"I told you all once before," she said with a slight growl in her voice, "there will be no getting out of this. Since you can't be trusted to walk on your own, we'll just proceed like this for the rest of the way." With that she made a hand motion and started walking again. The other regulators followed, dragging the girls along, despite any protest or complaint of pain. Jenna winced as her guard began to move, having to jog to avoid being dragged along.


They moved quickly through the open area into the stadium, slamming the door behind them, pausing briefly to lock the door, a double sided lock so even if they got free they wouldn't be able to get out that way. Jenna had hoped maybe that meant they would relax their grip and give her poor arm some relief, since it was really starting to hurt. Sadly that didn't happen. They moved as quickly as they could down the hallway until they came to a flight of stairs. Jenna wasn't on any sports teams, but she knew that there were locker rooms and showers under the stadiums, a set on each side for game girls like her. There were only two ways in, these stairs and another set that led directly to the stadium field. The field stairs were blocked by a locked gate so this was currently the only way in or out. Jenna shuddered knowing that once she was down these stairs, there really would be no escape and she'd just have to hope her team won.


The pace slowed as they descended the stairs to ensure no one fell and got hurt. The bottom of the stairwell was completely dark until Ms. Lindell flicked a switch none of the girls could see. Lights over head came to life, illuminating the hall they now stood in. It was short, with a gate and another stairwell at the other end. The field exit Jenna realized. On the left side of the hall was a single blue door with the words 'locker and shower' written above it. On the right were two doors one green, the other red. Above the green one were the words 'waiting room' and above the red door was 'prep room.'


Jenna jumped slightly when she heard a loud clang behind her. She twisted her head and saw Ms. Lindell locking a heretofore unnoticed gate behind them, trapping them within this space. As soon as the gate was secured, the guards released them, excepting Chelsea who seemed to still be having trouble standing. Jenna took the opportunity to rub her arm, trying to get some feeling back in it since he'd squeezed her so hard. The other girls were doing similar, all nervously waiting for what would come next.


"Well we've finally made it," Ms. Lindell said, smiling again now that her charges couldn't escape. "That sadly didn't go as smoothly as I'd hoped, but the important thing is we made it just on time." She paused to walk up to the blue door on their left.


Flinging the door open, she nodded her head inside. "Girls, if you will please step inside and strip down for your shower." She frowned for a moment when no one moved. 


Instead the teens looked nervously around at the male handlers around them. "What about them?" The white fox Rachel asked. "Are they coming in to?"


Ms. Lindell blinked, surprised, then began to laugh. "of course not, dear! Myself, May, Amelia, and Tammy will be watching over you in here. The gentlemen will be getting everything else ready for us." She paused and added a gruff tone to her voice. "Unless we have another incident like outside. If I need them in here to watch over you, that's what will happen, understood?"


A unanimous nodding of heads answered her and the girls filed into the locker room, followed by Ms. Lindell and the other three female regulators. The men headed into the prep and waiting rooms.


When Jenna stepped inside, she looked around, admittedly interested in what there was, given no one was ever allowed down here. For a 'locker room' there were very few lockers. A set of five lockers on each wall to their left and right, with three locker room benches in the middle of the room. Straight back were the showers, or rather 'shower,' since there was just a large open shower. The floor of the shower was foot lower than the locker room's flooring, to prevent flooding with a large metal pipe in the middle of an indented floor, with ten shower faucets at the top of it. Ten sets of cleaning supplies sat at each of the faucets, and towels hung along the side walls. Three curtained alcoves were set into the back wall of the shower, each containing a single stool, though there purpose wasn't immediately clear.


The girls shuffled to the center of the room and looked back at Ms. Lindell who was closing and locking the door behind them while the other their chaperones took up spots in the corners of the room. Ms. Lindell turned around with another one of her smiles, not seeming to mind that no one had started to undress yet.


"In each of the lockers," she started, gesturing to the lockers on either side of the room, "you will find a duffle bag. Please remove all garments you are wearing and place them inside. They will be washed and returned to your parents."


"Everything?" Niki interrupted, a concerned look on her face, "what about underwear? What will we wear till the game?"


"Yes, everything." Ms. Lindell answered. "We will provide you with everything you'll need to wear, I promise. Next, in the locker you will also find a plastic box. Place any non clothing items in this box. This includes any purses, bags, cell phones, and jewelry. All piercings must be removed, no exceptions. When you've done that, please place everything back inside the locker and write your name on the name plate on the locker door. Don't forget to do this because if you do, your belongs will not reach your parents. All right, let's get to it so we can hit the showers."


Jenna watched as the other girls turned and walked towards a locker, some looked embarrassed, others a bit angry over having to give up there things, while others still looked nervous about the guards watching them. Chelsea alone walked to her locker with a smile, still feeling lingering effects of the drugs though it mostly seemed to have passed. Feeling a combination of the other's emotions inside herself, Jenna walked to the last unclaimed locker and opened it up. Just as Ms. Lindell had said, there was a duffle bag and under it a plastic container. Jenna pulled the duffle bag out and set about rummaging around in her pockets for anything she didn't want washed, having left all of her bags back in her locker at school. She pulled out her phone, a few dollars left over from her lunch, a couple of sticks of gum, and a note with the number of the really cute guy in literature class. She paused, smiling dreamily for a moment, thinking back to when he'd asked her out that day in class. Her smile faded away when she thought about what might happen to that date if they lost the game tonight. Shuddering and pushing it out of her mind, Jenna finished emptying her pockets, pulled a ring off of her finger and placed it into the box. Closing it and placing it back inside the locker.


That finished, Jenna turned and looked down at the duffle bag, biting her lip. Her cloths were all she had left in a situation that had been spinning out of her control since the rally earlier today and she loathed the idea of giving them up. Her ear twitched, hearing Alecia muttering nearby about how her cloths were special, expensive designer brand cloths and they had better not machine wash them. Jenna couldn't help but chuckle and roll her eyes, thinking sarcastically to herself that maybe her situation was so bad after all. Done delaying, Jenna opened the duffle bag and got started.


The fox sat down on one of the benches next to Gale, setting the bag on the floor in front of her. Leaning down and fumbling with the strings on her sneakers, Jenna noticed that the students weren't the only ones changing. In there corners, Ms. Lindell and her companions were also pulling off their own uniforms. Lindell pulled off her tank top to reveal the top of a form fitting one piece swimsuit, the others wearing the same thing under their own cloths. Jenna felt her stomach knot up when she realized the handlers were changing so they could follow them into the showers. Suppressing a groan, Jenna pulled off her sneakers then the socks that covered her black furred feet. She tucked the socks inside her shoes and put them all within the waiting bag.


Jenna grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, exposing her white belly fur and her floral patterned bra, shaking her long brown hair free as it pulled through. The vixen started to fold the shirt, but paused, remembering it was supposed to be washed before being returned anyway. Deciding she didn't want to make handling her things any easier for these people, she crumpled the shirt and threw it in, giving a smile at her small act of rebellion. This smile quickly faded into a soft yelp of surprise as she stood to remove her pants only to have her sensitive paw pads press against the surprisingly cold tile below her. She felt her ears burn with embarrassment as the people nearby nearby turned to look at her for the sound. Gritting her teeth, Jenna stood again, waiting a few moments for her feet to adjust to the temperature.


Reaching back behind herself, Jenna grasped at where her tail sprouted from her backside until she found the snap that held the small strip of denim over her tail. Giving it a quick tug allowed her ears to faintly catch the familiar sound of the snap coming undone, freeing her tail from her pants. With the back snap released, her pants slipped an inch or so down her waist. Reaching back to the front snap and pulls it free had them slip even further, revealing the top of her patching floral panties before coming to a rest at the top of her hips. Jenna hooked her fingers into the belt loops on either side of her jeans and lightly pulled down, giving her hips a light shake to help it along. The pants easily slid down her furred legs and she continued to pull until they were around her black ankles before stepping out of them. Jenna picked up the denim piece off the floor and tossed it in the bag next, unaware she had unwittingly given everyone behind her a gorgeous view of her covered rear as she did.


Straightening herself out, Jenna shivered a little. Without her cloths, she couldn't help but notice how much colder in here it seemed. At least Jenna tried to assure herself it was just the cold. She couldn't help but notice the adults in the corners. Ms. Lindell and the first three were watching them, making sure no girl tried to hide anything or try to send a message on a phone. Not that Jenna thought there would even be a signal down here, though. The last regulator, a tall, raven haired white wolf wearing a too tight grey one piece in the far corner didn't seem too much older than the girls, looking twenty something. Her eyes seemed to linger just a bit too long, seemed to have a certain hunger in them as she looked over the naked or nearly naked girls. Her green eyes darted about before settling on one girl in particular. Jenna followed her gaze to see a now naked Rachel standing nervously in front of her locker.


The arctic fox looked very different now, very frightened and unsure. Usually she looked so confident striding through the school with the other cheerleaders, like nothing could get to her. Not that she hadn't earned it, of course. Rachel had worked tirelessly in gym after every cool day to get herself in shape to perform the routines on top of keeping top grades in her classes. Jenna never was sure where she found time for it all, but results of her hard work was clear. Rachel's body was well toned with just enough fat to round of her edges and not make her look too muscular. Her pale blueish white hair brushed her shoulders as to not get in her way when she was performing and accented her piercing blue eyes. Her very bushy white tail curled around her hips to hide her rear and womanhood and her crossed arms tried to cover her handful sized breasts, though an occasional movement would allow a quick flash of her pink nubs.


Before Jenna could think any further, Ms. Lindell caught her eye, giving the vixen a disapproving look at Jenna's hesitation. Jenna hazard one quick glance back over at the wolf and was dismayed to find the woman looking right at her, waiting to see Jenna undress. As much as Jenna wanted to, she knew she couldn't afford to delay any longer. Besides, she was probably just imagining the regulator's over interest. Just nerves, Jenna tried to convince herself. With uneasy reluctance, Jenna reached behind herself under her long brown hair until she found the clasp for her bra. With a few familiar motions, the clasp was released and Jenna's boobs dropped a little, having lost their support. Jenna quickly brought a hand up to hold the cups so they didn't fall while she removed the straps. Jenna used her left hand to pull the right strap while rolling her shoulder, letting the strap free before switching hands and repeating the process on the other strap. Giving another quick glance towards the corner to see if the wolfess was still watching, which she was, and Jenna pulled away her last bit of protection from prying eyes away from her body and dropped it into the bag at her feet.


Jenna's breasts, solid Cs she would have been proud to note, we're now in full view for everyone. The white fur of her tummy traveled up her chest to her muzzle, painting the front of her chest white, while the sides were orange like the fur that dominated her back and sides. The fur that covered her orbs thinned around their peak, forming two pink areoles tipped by two pink nipples, which were already hard and erect from the cold of the room. Hoping to hide them from the regulator in the corner, Jenna quickly turned her back to her, feeling a little better now that eyes couldn't spy on her. Doing so revealed Alecia standing in front of her, pulling off her last bit of clothing.


Alecia had always been beautiful. She'd been an early bloomer and stayed on the leading curve of developing bodies since then. She was tall, blonde hair and green eyes with light brown fur covering her body and large, curled fluffy tail. Cream colored fur ran from her inner thighs up the front of her body to her muzzle, not unlike Jenna's own white fur. Alecia's breasts were only one color though, the cream coloration spreading out to cover her whole chest. Jenna was privately  a bit pleased to note that Alecia's boobs didn't seem to be that much larger than her own. The squirrel had simply been wearing a push up bra earlier to make them seem larger. They did seem to hold their round shape better than the fox's did, however. Jenna was surprised to see a small triangle of blond fur the same color as her hair just above her slit. Jenna wondered if it was natural fur coloration, as sometimes happened, or if she'd dyed the fur that color like some girls like to do in various patterns. She must have been staring because Alecia shifted slightly, giving the vixen a strange look. Embarrassed, Jenna quickly turned her attention back to herself.


Looking down at her last bit of clothing, Jenna signed with resignation and took hold of the band holding them up. Biting her lip, Jenna began to push them down, stripping herself of the last thing protecting any bit of her dignity. Her orange rear became more visible with every inch and soon Jenna's own pubic mound was revealed to the room. Unlike Alecia, however, Jenna's was purely white. Continuing down freed Jenna's womanhood at last, a slight breeze blowing across her lightly furred lower lips. Jenna pushed further, bending over slightly as she reached her knees, her breasts hanging down below her like furred pendulums. Suddenly Jenna froze, her eyes wide. It just occurred to her the position she was standing in. Bent over as she was, tail hanging over her side, anyone behind her could see everything. Her ass completely on display and her pussy would be perfectly framed by her white inner thighs for anyone to ogle over. Jenna quickly looked over her shoulder, wide eyed to see exactly what she expected. The white wolf female was unashamedly staring right at her, eyes focused on the vixen's displayed rear.


Before Jenna could react, the wolfess's green eyes locked with Jenna's blue ones and she turned her gaze elsewhere, though she retained the pleased smile pulling on her lips. Jenna kicked herself mentally before finishing the removal of her garments. She flung them into the duffle bag a little harder than she meant to before zipping the bag shut. Finally naked, Jenna picked up the bag and placed it back into the locker she'd retrieved it from. Jenna closed the locker and took a marker attached to the front and wrote her name on a small white board where a name plate would normally be. Crossing the t in her name, Jenna felt a hand on her shoulder. It was one of the regulators, though not the wolf, thank goodness.


"Come on, fox." She said flatly, giving a light but insistent push on the vixen's shoulder. "We need to get you all into the showers. We still have a lot to do before the game."


Jenna was led in front of the indented section of floor in the back where the showers were. The other girls were all herded over as well, with Ms. Lindell standing in front of them and the other three regulators behind them. Some of the girls were still trying to cover themselves, but Jenna saw no point to it. They'd already seen everything anyone. Jenna still found herself shifting herself to try and make it hard for the wolf behind her to see anything and using her tail to cover her rear. One girl didn't seem to be trying to cover herself at all, as if the nudity didn't bother her at all. Niki Karzen.


Niki seemed to be exuding confidence. She refused to allow herself to be pushed as Jenna had. When the regulator reached out for her, Niki had abruptly turned on her heel and strolled to the showers herself. Stiff backed and arms at her sides, as if this was an everyday occurrence she just wanted to be done with because she was bored by it. The ferret's lithe body moved gracefully with each step, her b-cup breasts bouncing slightly. She very much looked like some kind of athlete, but Jenna wasn't aware of any sports she played. Niki's brown hair, normally tied up in a ponytail behind her had been set lose, and gave her a wild sort of look as well. Just seeing her gave Jenna a little confidence of her own and she stood a little taller as Ms. Lindell began to speak.


"Behind me," she called out, jerking a thumb over her shoulder, "is the shower. As you can see, it's an open shower so we can more easily watch all of you. Each of you pick a faucet and turn the handle. Only one temperature, sorry. On the floor, you'll find a bottle of shampoo and some fur cleaner. Wash quick and wash yourselves well. If we feel you aren't being quick and efficient, we will step in to give you a hand."


Jenna felt a shudder run down her spine, practically feeling the white wolfess's eyes burning into her back. Jenna didn't doubt for a second the regulator would be eager to give the vixen a 'hand' if the shower was taking too long.


"As soon as your done," Ms. Lindell continued, "step back to the wall and let one of us know. We need to put a special cleaner on you. It's designed to delouse you and kill any fleas or ticks that may be-"


Ms. Lindell was suddenly cut off by a loud chorus of angry complaints and insults. Even Jenna was snarling and growling low through her teeth. Having such parasites was one of the greatest social faux pas one could commit since they were easy to keep away with good grooming. In this modern day, even the poorest furs had access to proper hygiene tools, and the prisons kept inmates clean. To say the girls needed flea baths and delousing suggested they were practically homeless or were so dirty and unkempt that they hadn't bathed in weeks. It was a serious insult to hurl at an anthro.


The regulators behind them started forward, preparing to subdue the furious teens, not that the girls cared. Ms. Lindell stepped up before anyone could do anything rash. Giving a harsh look to her partners, she made a quick hand motion. The others paused then stepped back with frowns on their faces. Turning to the girls, Ms. Lindell held up her hands to quiet them down, an understanding, even somewhat apologetic look on her face. After a moment the noise died down enough for her to speak again.


"Easy ladies!" She called in a placating tone, hands still held out in front of her. "I understand how that must sound, but I assure you that no one here is trying to imply that you need to be delouced or that you are carrying any pests at all. It is standard procedure that everyone that gets handled by our office, or any government organization, for an extended period of time be delouced. Please understand this is just a formality and we are required by our job to perform this task."


Jenna and the others grumbled quietly, still wearing sour looks but nodded to the canine in front of them and each stepped down to the shower floor. The group circled around the large metal pipe in the center, about as wide around as Jenna herself was, until each girl came to a stop in under a shower head of her own. Jenna's had been around the back, next to Stefanie and Victoria. At chest level, under each shower head, was a single handle shaped nob currently turned all the way to the right in the off position. Reaching up, Jenna took hold of the handle and slowly began to turn it to the left, waiting for the water to start. At about the half way point Jenna felt drops starting to fall on her head, a little farther and the shower suddenly began pouring water on the vixen, to whom it felt as if someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water on her head.


Jenna jumped back with a yelp, shivering as the cold water ran through her fur. She heard the regulators laughing at her misfortune but at the very least she could tell she hadn't been the only one to jump. To her left Stefanie was was also shivering and on the far side of the shower Jenna could see Alecia had jumped back even farther than the fox had. Rachel seemed to be the only one not all that bothered by the cold, due to her arctic nature. Jenna waited a few moments hopping for the water to warm a bit before returning to the shower's spray. Fortunately the shower had warmed a bit. Not as much as the fox would have liked, but enough so that Jenna could stand in the water without shivering. At first, she just stood there, letting the water soak her hair and fur, enjoying it's relaxing feeling. Not wanting to test her keeper's patience, Jenna looked down at her feet to where her hygiene supplies awaited her. Jenna knelt down so not to repeat her mistake in the locker room and picked up each item in turn. 


The first was a tiny bottle with a generic label with the the word 'shampoo' written in plain black and white with ingredients and health information on the back label. There was just enough in there for a single wash of her hair. The other small bottle had another generic government issue label, but this was fur cleaner. Jenna couldn't help but frown in disappointment at the bottle in her hand. She'd always taken the best care of her fur and spared no expense in it's upkeep including the best cleaners. Sighing with resignation, Jenna picked up the next thing sitting on the floor. It seemed like a cross between a sponge and brush, having soap absorbing bristles on the bottom of a plastic base with a handle on the back. Jenna flipped it over in her hand a few times, looking it over. It'd probably work great for long or shaggier fur Jenna thought, but was unnecessary for the vixen's fine coat. Thankfully she wouldn't need to use it she realized as she picked up the last item, a folded wash rag. Jenna placed all the items back down, save the shampoo. 


Standing back up Jenna popped the lid off of the nondescript bottle and poured a single drop of the clear liquid onto her open palm, giving it a suspicious sniff. Just the faint scent of general body wash. No special scents added to actually make the girls smell better, just clean. Satisfied, Jenna dumped the rest of the shampoo into her hand, dropping the bottle back to the floor with a hollow clang. Sparing it no thought, Jenna brought her hands up and began to languidly rub the substance into her hair. It lathered quickly as Jenna worked it through the length of her waist length hair, as the other girls were doing too. Casting a glance to her left, Jenna saw Stefanie in a similar position, arms over her head washing her long white hair, which had an unintended effect of pushing her chest out. Jenna blinked in surprise at the figure the boarder collie cut.


Jenna had known Stefanie years ago when they played together back on the elementary school playground. Stefanie had always been rather emotional, always bursting into tears or laughter at the drop of a hat, but was overall a pleasant person to be with. The two separated when they went to different middle schools and they hadn't reunited until high school. By then, it was clear the collie had grown quiet a bit. Now however, she'd matured into a beautiful woman. Stefanie stood a little taller than Jenna did and her fur pattern was typical for her species, with the exception of a white tangle on her left butt cheek and a black triangle on her right breast, with her nipple right in the center. Her shapely body wasn't typical however. She had a gorgeous hourglass shaped figure and the largest chest of anyone in this shower, the adults included. Each was the size of a small melon, both firm looking and held their shape wonderfully, despite no support at all. Jenna knew the collie's beautiful body had caused Stefani no end of trouble from gawking boys and perverts. It had gotten so bad that the collie began to hide her figure under heavy hoodies and sweaters and baggy cloths in the summer. Now that she couldn't hide, Jenna was sure that wolfess had to be watching her closely.


Speaking of, as Jenna turned around to let the soap rinse out of her hair she found the predatory wolf standing behind her, watching Stefanie just as Jenna had been. Jenna didn't like this woman she decided. She didn't mind that she liked other girls, Jenna didn't have a problem with that. What Jenna didn't like was that this woman was drinking in every opportunity she could to stare at the girls like they were meat before a predator, as if the girls day wasn't bad enough without her adding to it. And now the green eyes turned to face Jenna, looking her up and down slowly before moving over to Victoria. Once she was done with the mouse, she began to pace the shower to see the next girl. It made Jenna's blood boil that Ms. Lindell allowed her to act like that, so brazenly. Turning back around indignantly, Jenna knelt down once more to pick up the fur wash and the washrag, knocking the brush behind her to ensure she didn't step on it.


Jenna wet the rag and covered it in the body wash, working it into the cloth. Pleased with her work, Jenna took the cloth and began to rub it over her arms leaving soap in the rag's wake. Arms done Jenna moved inward to her shoulders and neck, getting her face in the process. Taking a moment to tense her face to ensure she didn't get soap in her eyes, the rag in Jenna's hand began to trail downward. Jenna ran the rag over the top of her chest, taking slow sweeping strokes from left to right. Reaching her right side the vixen slid the rag all the way down her side until she reached her waist before sweeping back to the left,mother trailing up her left side. Once she was back where she started, Jenna pulled back to her neck and languidly slid her hand between her breasts and down her belly, closing her eyes as she did so. The lovely fox brought her hand back up to her right tit until she was cupping it lightly through the rag. Playfully she gave it a light squeeze, letting out a light moan that couldn't be heard above all of the water in the room. Dragging her hand left to her other teat, Jenna slowly began to rub in a small circle. To anyone else it would still look like she was washing, but upon closer inspection she was actually running her index finger in a light circle around her areole, then closing in and directly stimulating her nipple. Jenna bit her lip as she played, able to forget for a moment about all of the terrible things that had happened to her today. Releasing her grip on her lovely lump, Jenna's hand began to trail down again, this time seeking a far sweeter button to play with when she was suddenly interrupted.


A white furred hand suddenly grabbed onto Jenna's wrist, the one she wasn't using. Jenna's eye flew open with a yelp, quickly pulling her hand away. She tried to turn but the adult behind her held her in place. A white muzzle leaned in next to Jenna's own, a sleazy grin splayed across it.


"You look like you're enjoying yourself," a surprisingly sensual voice lowly said, barely audible over the shower. Jenna jumped when she felt something hard pressed against her back. It felt like some sort of brush. The one she'd thrown behind her, Jenna wondered? "I think you need help washing your back, fox."


"No, I can-" Jenna started to protest but was cut off when the brush was pulled down her back. Not roughly, but pressing in enough to be uncomfortable. It wasn't painful, but it certainly wasn't pleasant either! The regulator gave her back a few more strokes before she paused.


"Aren't you going to keep washing, or do I need to get your front too?" The woman asked, releasing Jenna's wrist to reach for the rag while the other hand reached twords her chest. "Just give me that and I'll take care of it for you."


With her wrist freed, Jenna knocked the wolfess's hands back, stepping out of her grasp. "I can do it," Jenna said firmly, sounding more confident than she felt. "In fact, I can handle the rest, thanks."


The wolfess's eyes narrowed angrily but before she could answer ms. Lindell walked over, looking between the two. "Is everything alright over here?" She asked.


The regulator started to speak but Jenna spoke quicker, cutting her off. "She was just helping me get a spot I couldn't reach. I was just thanking her for the help."


"Yes, that's right," the wolfess said, unable to come up with a good counter story on the spot. "I was just about to move on."


"Then get to it, Amelia. And you, fox, hurry up and get finished. We still need to get the delousing done." With that she turned and walked off, checking on the other girls. The white wolf, Amelia, cast her one last dark look before also moving on.


Jenna sighed and stepped back into her shower, the water rinsing through her fur once more. Not wanting to give the wolf another chance at her body, Jenna took the rag and returned to her work. Having lost her will to play, Jenna simply ran the rag over her sacred nest and over her thighs. Once they were sufficiently clean, Jenna reached around behind herself and ran the over her ass. Whole back there,she grabbed her tail and brought it around to front. The vixen took her tail and began to kneed soap into the thick fur of the brush of her tail and down it's length before releasing it to return to her backside. She moved on and went down each of her legs, giving them a through scrubbing before finishing with her feet and paw pads.


Jenna stood up and let the water wash the soap out of her fur, using her hands to help it along. Once the last of it was slipping down the drain Jenna began to look about for Ms. Lindell so she could get the delouse wash, though the thought of it still made her mad. Before she could find the mix breed canine, Jenna's keen ears twitched as she picked up a faint whimper. Jenna had a sinking feeling she knew what she'd find, but nevertheless she turned to find the source of the noise. She found exactly what she expected. The white wolfess, Amelia was standing over Victoria. Unlike Jenna, however, the poor mouse didn't seem able to stand up to the scary regulator at all. Amelia had her hand on the shower pipe over Victoria's shoulder, leaned in close to the mouse.


The poor grey mouse had always been a target for abuse throughout her life. Victoria had always been the straight A bookworm of every class she'd been in. Even in high school she was still on the short side, over a head shorter than Jenna, if you didn't include her overly large rounded ears. Her mousy blonde hair was usually tied up in a tight bun behind her head but was now allowed to hang about her shoulders. Looking at her now in the shower,men a could see she was quiet thin as well and only supported an A cup at best. Amelia was probably only bothering her because she was the only girl who wouldn't put up any resistance. As much as Jenna wanted to, she couldn't help but feel bad for the poor girl. The fear in eyes was apparent and she was looking around for someone or something to save her, like she always did when she was being bullied. No one was coming this time, all of the other girls were busy washing and two of the regulators, including Ms. Lindell, had taken two of the girls into the back alcoves behind the curtain for the delousing. The last adult was stationed at the entrance of the showers to prevent anyone from trying to run. Jenna sighed, knowing that if she didn't do something, Victoria would pay the price. Steeling herself for a decision she would definitely regret later, Jenna stepped forward to the pair.


"Ms. Amelia?" Jenna asked, trying to sound innocent and not slightly disgusted. "I'm done washing. I need the delousing treatment." She placed her hands behind her back to show off her body a little better.


The wolf looked over but the sour look on her face showed she was still upset about Jenna dismissing her in front of her boss earlier. "Just wait there." She said flatly, none of the sultry tone from before. "Tammy or Linda will be out in a minute to take you back for the treatment." Her gaze turned back to the mouse next her and a smiled once again tugged at the edge of her lips. "I'm just about to take this little one back." Her smirk grew wider as the sound of Victoria's whimper reached her ears.


The whimper also reached Jenna's ears, further strengthening her resolve. Taking a deep breath, Jenna spoke again, "but Ms. Amelia, I might need help reaching certain spots like before." Jenna leaned closer to the wolfess so no one else could hear and added, "in fact, I think I'll need help washing all over." She leaned back again, waiting to see if her bait would be taken.


The wolfess's green eyes narrowed suspiciously, searching the fox for any sign of duplicity. Not finding any, she hesitated and looked between the easily manipulated mouse in her hands and the vixen who had just offered herself up in the mouse's place. "All over? You'll behave yourself too?" She asked, trying to sound business like, but the excitement in her voice betrayed her interest.


Swallowing hard, Jenna nodded. "I'll be good, I promise."


A wide, predatory grin spread unashamedly across the wolf's muzzle. She turned briefly back to Victoria. "I think I need to take of this girl personality. Would you mind terribly if I took her back instead?"


Victoria was already nodding before the question was even finished, relief evident on her face. "Yes," she said quickly in a squeaky voice. "That's okay!"


Like lightning, the wolfess snapped up and grabbed Jenna's wrist before she could try to find a way to get out of this. "Thank you for your understanding dear. Come along foxy." The woman called in a sing song voice as she started to pull Jenna into the open alcove. Jenna glanced back over her shoulder at Victoria who mouthed 'thank you' before Jenna was pulled in and the curtain closed behind her.


Jenna knew she was now trapped alone in the lion's den after promising said lion a meal. "W-What should I do? How does the delousing work?" She asked, stepping forward to look at the stool in the center of the alcove and noticing a detachable shower head with a long cord on the back wall while Amelia secured the curtain.


Jenna jumped when instead of an answer, two white hands found themselves on her shoulders, squeezing slightly. "Shh," Amelia whispered in the frightened vixen's ear, though Jenna wasn't sure if she was trying to be comforting or just condescending. "Just relax and do as I say. And more than anything, stay quiet sweetie. You might not end up hating this as much as you think you will." With that, Amelia leaned in, pressing her nose against Jenna's neck and breathing in Jenna's scent deeply. At the same time she moved her hands down Jenna's arms and sides until they rested on Jenna's hips.


Jenna's heart pounded in her chest while she stood still, not sure what she should do. Out in the shower, in front of everyone else, Jenna was much more confident than she was now, trapped alone with this woman. "What am I going to have to do?" Jenna's voice sounded just as scared as Victoria's had outside. As bad as Jenna was doing now, she knew Victoria would be far worse in this position. "I've never done something like this. With another woman I mean."


A soft chuckle answered her as the paws on her hips moved up slowly, over her belly, pausing briefly to play in the fur there before continuing their journey. After what seemed like minutes, the hands found their mark, each cupping one of the vixen's tits, squeezing them and claiming the prizes  that had been denied to her earlier. "You just have to do as I say," Amelia answered softly before trailing kisses up Jenna's collarbone as she kneaded the vixen's chest. "I'm the predator and your the prey I caught. You're mine now. You submitted to me, so let me take care of you. 'In defeat, submission and sacrifice,' right?" The wolf quipped, quoting part of the precept of the Office Amelia worked for.


"I- ah!" Jenna gasped as Amelia's fingers reached up and took hold of the fox's nipples. The wolf began twisting and pulling them lightly, rolling them slowly in her fingers. "I-I did it for, ah, Victoria!" Jenna clarified as she was toyed with. She bit her lip as her sensitive teats became rock hard in no time at all under the white wolf's careful ministrations. "I don't think she could have handled this so I took her place."


"So it's 'in sacrifice, dignity,' is it?" Amelia smirked, ceasing her kisses for a moment. "Well, so far you've handled it well. With dignity. For what that's worth. I prefer 'with victory, the right to reward and submission,' myself." With those words Amelia Leaned down over the fox's shoulder while lifting the vixen's left boob, her tongue darting out to brush from the bottom of Jenna's areole to the top, flicking her nipple in the process. Jenna could only squirm in the larger canine's embrace as Amelia gave one more lick then took the pink nub into her mouth, sucking lightly. Jenna whimpered and whined as the wolfess's masterful tongue played with its new toy, the fox's knees buckling under her. Amelia was quick on the catch, however. Releasing Jenna's right breast and wrapped her arm around the teen's midriff, holding her up and in place. Her green eyes watching Jenna closely for a reaction as she placed her sharp teeth against the nipple in her mouth. Jenna tensed in Amelia's arms, a slight shiver running down her spine at the hint of danger mixed with the pleasure. Amelia waited a moment before biting down slowly, being careful to only pinch Jenna's pleasurable teat and not cut it with her sharp teeth.


Jenna began to squirm harder the harder the woman bit down, her whimpering increasing in tone. "Ah! Please stop! It hurts!" Jenna squealed, trying to keep her voice down but she was finding it difficult. Amelia held the teen still with her arm but ceased increasing pressure to her bite. The bite held for a minute or two, Jenna's complaints dying down to light whimpers, her squirms stilling to trembles, before Amelia released her mouth, letting the nub pop out of her mouth. Jenna gasped in relief when the pressure was finally released on her tit. 


Smiling, Amelia released the breast in her hand, letting it flop back down to its original position. "Shh, shh. Just a little pain, just enough to up the pleasure. I won't hurt you, foxy, not too much." Reaching down with her free hand, Amelia ran two fingers over Jenna's slit a few times, rewarded with a surprised cry from the vixen. Holding up her fingers to examine them, the wolfess smirked and held them in front of the fox. "That's not just water my fingers' wet with. Told you you'd enjoy this." Amelia wiped her fingers off on the vixen's chest before releasing her.


Jenna waited until the regulator's arm moved away before she reached up to rub her sore nipple, trying to relieve the dull throbbing. She turned around to the wolf, her face inches from the wolf's own impressive rack, much larger than Jenna's own. Even with the one piece on, Jenna could see the regulator had a fit, tight body, the result of many hours at a gym, no doubt. Looking up at the wolfess's eyes Jenna felt her face burning with a blush. "Are we done?"


Amelia thought for a moment, judging how much more time she had left. Deciding to through caution to the wind, she smiled and shook her head. "Not yet. I'm feeling a bit hungry, so I think I'll have a snack first." She chuckled as Jenna's eyes widened. Amelia placed her hands back on Jenna's shoulders and gently turned the vixen around, walking her towards the stool. Once she was close enough she pressed insistently on Jenna's back while holding the fox's waist so she wouldn't walk any farther. The vixen bent over, reaching out and placing her hands on the stool to steady herself. 


Jenna fidgeted nervously in her position. Bent over as she was she knew Amelia could see straight into her sacred nest, not to mention her tight rump. More embarrassing than that was that Jenna had been holding her tail out of the way of the wolfess's view without having to be told to without realizing it. The vixen felt her lovers hands grasp her rear, squeezing and kneading the flesh under her hands as she explored. Occasionally one of the hands would come close to brushing Jenna's wet lips, but avoided them for now. Jenna moaned softly, closing her eyes rather than staring at a blank tile wall. She had to admit this felt really nice, against her expectations. Even if she did have to stand for it.


"You do any sports?" Amelia asked, not removing her hands, "you have a very nice body."


"No," Jenna answered, surprising herself with how much that compliment pleased her. "I've never done any sports."


"You should consider it," Amelia said casually, as if she wasn't feeling up her conversation partner. "Given how you were willing to do this for someone you don't even really know, you could be assigned to the peace keeper corps." Amelia squeezed particularly hard and added, "or even the Office of Persons Regulations."


"No!" Jenna snapped back quickly. "I won't be a part of this."


The wolfess chuckled and released the vixen's butt, leaning in over Jenna's back, so she could feel the barely constrained breasts press against her back. "You don't get to choose your job, dear. No one gets to choose what they do. You do what your assigned to do by the collective and your herd or pack. Sorry sweetie."


Jenna refused to meet the wolfess's eyes, instead looking down at the stool. "People shouldn't have to do something they think is wrong. This, all of this, is wrong."


The wolfess was completely silent for a moment or two before she answered, sounding completely serious for the first time. "I won't tell anyone you said that, but please don't say it again. The next person might not have the same views as you." Jenna blinked in surprise and finally returned Amelia's gaze. She was surprised to see the wolfess looking down at her sympathetically. "It would be a serious crime if someone were to report you for speaking out against the Collective."


"But-"


"No buts Jenna!" Amelia said harshly, using her name for the first time. "I wont lie to you and say you'll love whatever you do but everyone is assigned to the tasks they'll be best at for the good of the collective and everyone in it, including you, me, and everyone else." 


She stopped herself and took a deep breath before the mood was completely lost. "Trust me, whatever you end up doing, just try to find the best way to use it to make yourself happy. For example, I may not like what my job entails, but I can take advantage of it to enjoy things I love, like..." She trailed off as her hands slipped under the fox back to her breasts, giving them a good squeeze to emphasize her point. "So, would you like me to keep going?"


Jenna jumped as her boobs were violated again. She wasn't satisfied with the answers Amelia gave her, but the vixen couldn't deny her desire to return to their more pleasurable activities, so she just moaned and nodded. "Mmm, yes! More please."


Amelia smiled and gave the teen's nipples one last quick pinch before standing back up. "I guess it's true what they say about vixens and sex." 


Jenna considered remarking on that racist remark, but decided to let it pass. Besides, Jenna couldn't really deny it, given the circumstances. Behind her, Jenna watched as Amelia knelt down, now at eye level with her teen box. The wolfess brought her hands up and gently pulled the vixen's love lips apart, taking in the sight before her. Jenna fidgeted, a blush burning hot in her face as Amelia stared into her core.


"D-Don't just stare in there!" Jenna whined back at the other woman, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Please!"


Amelia chuckled at the vixen's neediness. "It's best not to rush dear, trust me." She brought her nose in close and breathed in Jenna's aroused scent straight from its source, causing the fox to jump and yelp from the cold nose pressed suddenly against her womanhood. The wolfess had a few more greedily sucked in breaths before she pulled back."Mmm! Lovely scent you have. I expected you to be in heat from how wet you are down here."


Jenna's face burned hotter than it had all day. She had no idea the regulator could smell that! "No, I'm not." Jenna admitted. "I should be starting soon though."


"That's all right," Amelia said reassuringly, "it's more fun if you have to work for it." Before Jenna could say anything the wolf behind her extended her tongue and drew it along Jenna's opening, eliciting a moan from her young lover. Amelia continued to lap at the treat in front of her while her fingers had pulled the one piece aside and we're working on her own honeypot. Jenna reached under herself and groped her chest, pulling on her nipples similar to how Amelia had been doing. Taking the next step, Amelia jutted her tongue as deep into Jenna's snatch as she could. Jenna let out a loud cry at the sudden invasion, throwing her head back. The tip of Jenna 's hair brushed the wolfess's face but not even the risk of detection could dissuade her now. With her free hand, Amelia reached up and stroked Jenna's clit as she worked her tongue through the teen's passage, exploring every nook within. Jenna was panting now, every breath she sucked in pulled back out with each pleasurable motion of the tongue buried in her, or the fingers strumming her love buzzer. The teen hadn't ever been under this kind of assault before and didn't know how much longer she could last, but she knew her peak was close. She could feel her juices runny down her thighs in small streams. Her lupine handler's enthusiasm wasn't slowing either, her muzzle drenched in the fox's sticky honey. If her own moans were any indication, she was close to reaching her own climax. In the back of her mind, Jenna worried about others hearing them, but right now she just didn't care, it all felt so good!


Just as Jenna was about to be pushed over the edge, her ears caught the sound of the curtain behind her rustling, then opening. Her heart felt like it stopped beating completely. The tongue buried inside her rapidly retracted and the hand that had been working her pulled away from the fox, but it was too late.


"By the makers..."


Jenna knew the voice and she turned her head and confirmed it. Behind them, standing in the half opened certain, mouth covered with her paw was Sylvia Lidano! Jenna's mouth hung agape, unable to think of anything to say. Amelia seemed to be similarly tongue tied, stammering to say something. 


So far Sylvia hadn't moved, though her golden eyes hadn't left the pair and Jenna didn't know what to expect. She shared a class with her, history, but the two hadn't ever really spoken before. In fact, Jenna didn't know Sylvia to speak to anyone. She'd always sat in the back of the classroom with her head buried in a book or magazine. She always wore sweats and thick hoodies with the hood up, no matter how hot it was out. It had never seemed to Jenna that it was because the feline was hateful or antisocial, just shy and she preferred to keep to herself.


Now that Jenna thought about it, this was the first time she'd seen the cat outside of her baggy clothing. She was about as tall as Jenna was, and a similar build, not too thin, not too wide. Her hips were more pronounced though and her breasts were the tiniest bit smaller with dark nipples instead of pink. Her ankle length tail was somewhat rigid behind her, with the fur on it standing on end. She was a solid dark grey, almost black color all over her body except for a strange swirl pattern on her left leg which was colored white. It started between the toes of her left foot traveling in a straight line up her foot to her leg. From there it wrapped around her leg once then traveled up her leg to her knee, where it circled once above and once below her knee before continuing its journey up her body. Once it reached her hips, the mark formed a spiral pattern on the front of her hip to end the marking. Aside from the marking, the most striking thing about her coloration was her hair. It was a shiny midnight blue that reached her lower back.


"Sylvia, please don't tell any-"


"This isn't what it looks like miss...that is, you're not supposed to just come back here because-"


Jenna and Amelia both fell silent when the cat stepped forward and pulled the curtain closed behind her again. Both women remained on edge, Jenna not bothering to move from her position, lewdly displaying her well pleasured hole. There was no way to convince anyone that the two weren't doing exactly what they had been anyway. If Sylvia told anyone what they'd been doing here they'd both be in big trouble. Amelia could even lose her job for using the girls in her care in such a manner and who knew what they'd do to Jenna! Sylvia looked over Jenna's exposed lap, still messy from the attention it had been receiving, before her eyes drifted over to Amelia who still had the vixen's love juices all over her muzzle and her own leaking from her swimsuit.


Sylvia took a step forward and Jenna was sure this was it. The feline would either start screaming or laughing, or perhaps try to blackmail the two of them with this.


"C-Can I be next?"


Jenna and Amelia both remained silent for a moment before questioning, "what?"


Sylvia blushed and turned her gaze downward to her feet. "Can I, um, be next? For, um, you know. Delousing? That's what your doing, right? I mean, when your finished? Most of the other girls are already done and this uh..." The blushing cat turned her golden eyes back up, the slits contracting a bit as she tried to smile. "...fun. This looks like fun."


The other two females remained quiet for a few more seconds before Amelia found her voice. "I, uh, guess?" Sighing in relief, Amelia smiled slowly and added, "of course you can kitty. After all, I'm supposed to take care of all the girls in my care, right?"


Sylvia shyly returned her smile and nodded. "Right. Thanks." She shifted from foot to toot nervously. "So...um, what should I do? Should I go back out there?"


"No, that's not necessary," Amelia answered, completely relaxed again. She turned her smile to Jenna, reaching up to stroke the vixen's tail. "You don't mind a little company, right sweetie?"


Jenna shifted her tail so the white female had better access to it. "Well, I guess not." She chuckled, " I mean they say the more the merrier."


Sylvia smiled wide and approached, crowding in with the other two women. "Thanks, Jenna!" The grey feline knelt down and rested on her knees on the floor next to Jenna. "So, um, what do I do? I've never, I mean, I'm not really..." She trailed off quietly.


"Me either," Jenna smiled encouragingly. "I'm just kind of going with the flow."


"Don't worry, kitty. I'll take care of everything." Amelia answered, releasing Jenna's tail.


Sylvia smiled a little and nodded. Her eyes slowly rolled over Jenna's exposed body, drinking in the sight of the vixen before her. Behind the vixen, Amelia returned to gently rubbing the vixen's lips, occasionally dipping her fingers inside the honey pot.


Sylvia's eyes widened and her breath quickened as she watched the wolf's fingers work, listening to the moans they pulled from Jenna. Her own had made its way slowly down Sylvia's body to the feline's own crotch, rubbing idly. With her free hand she played with her nipples by rubbing her claw against them. Swallowing hard, she started to reach out, closing about half the distance between herself and Jenna before quickly retracting her hand.


"Um, c-could I, um..." Sylvia stammered, holding out her hand to signify what she wanted.


Jenna nodded, her eyes half lidded as the wolfess added a second finger inside of her passage. "Yes, please do."


Sylvia reached out once again, this time her hand finding its mark. Her fingertips brushed through the fur on Jenna's side, playing with it until she felt confident enough to press her entire hand against the fox's body. Still feeling shy, Sylvia continued to explore Jenna's body, rubbing down to her hip then up to her rump, giving it a quick grope before bringing her hand back. A few more trips down the vixen's body and Sylvia felt brave enough to travel up it. She started by coming close to Jenna's chest from underneath in the first pass. The second had her fingertips rub across the side of Jenna's boob. When the vixen didn't complain, Sylvia brought her hand back once more. This time when she brushed the fox's tit, she didn't pull her paw back, but instead stroked its side, either too embarrassed or not brave enough yet to go on.


A little drunk on the sexual experience, Sylvia reached up and brushed Jenna's hair away from her face, much to the fox's surprise. She used her hand to turn Jenna's face and leaned in, intentions clear, stopping close enough for Jenna to feel the cat's heated breath on her lips. She hesitated, the quietly asked, "Jenna? Can I...kiss you?"


Before the girl could respond, another familiar voice sounded in the alcove, and this one made their blood chill, "un-fucking-believable!" With an angry snarl the curtain was pulled back enough for Ms. Lindell to step inside. Fury was evident on the mixed canine's face as she looked over the scene before her. Jenna quickly jumped up and backed against the wall, trying to cover herself as Amelia rose to her feet, fear clearly on display on her face. Sylvia remained where she was but kept her head down, not meeting the angry handler's gaze.


"Linda, I can explain-" Amelia started quickly, but was cut off by her superior.


"Save it Amelia!" Linda spat, trembling with anger. "I should have known you'd try something once you were alone with the girls!"


"She didn't." Jenna piped in, "I'm the one who made a move on her. I wanted to try something with another girl," Jenna lied, not returning Amelia's surprised look. "Sylvia just found us like this and, well, joined in."


Sylvia nodded slowly still looking at the floor. "I'm the one who asked them to keep going."


"It doesn't matter who came on to who or how long they were doing what!" Ms Lindell half shouted. "You," she returned her anger to Amelia, who whimpered lightly, ears pressed tightly against her head and tail tucked between her legs. "You know better! You know we aren't to touch the girls unless we have too!"


"Linda," Amelia said meekly as the canine took breath. "The girls were scared about tonight. They just wanted a little distraction from it all. You can understand that, can't you?"


Ms. Lindell's voice rose a little with her rage. "So you took them into the back to fuck them?! What the hell is wrong with you?! Don't you have any professionalism?!"


"At least she's trying something!" Jenna shouted, surprising herself with her bravery just as much as she surprised Linda. "You just keep smiling and telling us everything will be okay when there's a good chance this could be the worst night of our lives, and if not ours, then someone else's instead! It's a little stressful, okay?!"


"It's not our job to make you feel better!" The canine shot back as she stepped towards Jenna. "It's our job to hold you and prepare you until the game is over and deliver you accordingly."


"It's not against our job either." Amelia added, stepping between Jenna and her supervisor protectively, stopping the canine in her tracks.


Ms. Lindell blinked, then snorted, "'our' job? If you think your keeping your job, hell, if you think you aren't going to jail after I report this then you're-"


"What makes you think you're keeping your job?!"


All three women turned to the source of the sudden outburst. Sylvia was now standing in the corner. Unlike her usual timid demeanor, the feline stood tall, fists clenched and fur on her back and shoulders standing in end in anger. Her lip was raised in a snarl, showing off her sharp teeth. "Two girls under your supervision were molested by an associate you were supposed to be watching! How do you think your supervisors will like the sound of that?!"


For the first time, Ms. Lindell's anger faltered for a moment. "W-What are you saying? You both admitted you instigated this incident!"


Jenna smirked, crossing her arms. "Did I? I can't remember if I said that I did or if I said I was drug off behind a curtain because my handler was nowhere to be found."


If it wasn't for the fur, Ms. Lindell would have blanched. "Y-You can't blackmail me like this! They won't believe you anyway."


Amelia smiled briefly at the girls before she stepped forward, placing a hand on the dog's shoulder. "No one's blackmailing you, dear. We're just saying it would be better for everyone if we just...forgot this whole thing happened."


Linda's face scrunched up in anger for a moment before she sighed in acceptance. "Fine. You win. I'll overlook it this time, but no more! Deal?"


Jenna and Amelia, both relieved, nodded. "Deal."


Sylvia, however, did not. "I don't want to stop yet."


Again all three ladies turned to face her in surprise.


"Out of the question." Ms Lindell said. "Most of the other girls are done, you two haven't yet been treated, and we need to keep you all together. There's still more to do besides."


Sylvia stood her ground though. "The delousing won't take long. It's a kind of shampoo. Put it on, wait a minute, then rinse it off." She grinned at Linda's surprise. "My dad works in a prison. They delouse the inmates once a week. You said the food hadn't gotten here yet. We could stay here till it does."


"Even if it's not," Ms. Lindell shook her head, "we still have to keep you all together. Also, and far more importantly, it's completely unethical to let one of my team sleep with my charges!"


"Tell them I was upset and needed sometime alone." Sylvia offered, her stance no longer angry or defensive. "Jenna was trying to console me and Ms. Forester found us. She decided to watch over us until I was feeling better."


"It would be nice of you, if you care about that." Jenna added. "Besides, if we're just going to sit in a room and wait, shouldn't we be separated? I mean, it'd be a shame if someone were to rile up Chelsea again."


Linda's temper flared again. "I thought you said this wasn't blackmail?!"


"It's not. Not about finding us, anyway. That part is settled. This is separate." Jenna gave the woman an enduring look. "It's not as if we'll be loud or someone is going to come looking for us."


Ms. Lindell cradled her face in her hand. "You're serious about this? Really?"


Sylvia stepped forward and followed Jenna's example, putting on big eyes and a pouty lip. "Please? I've never done things like this with girls and I want to try."


"Oh creators, what am I doing?" Ms. Lindell whimpered to herself. Thinking for a few moments, she finally sighed, "fine. Fine, you win. But!" She quickly added before the girls could celebrate, "if your caught again there will be no deals and this will be the only time. Understood?"


Jenna and Sylvia both nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, we got it."


Linda turned to face Amelia who had stayed quiet this whole time. She looked like she wanted to yell at the wolf, but kept her voice quiet. "You have till the food gets here, absolutely no later! Wait in here until we've got the others out and get them treated. And if I catch you doing something like this again...!" She growled instead of finishing her threat before she walked out to the shower, muttering to herself, "...am so gonna get fired for this..."


Amelia immediately ran up and grabbed both girls, squeezing them tightly in a hug. "Oh makers, thank you both so much!" She pulled back to reveal tears in her eyes. "You saved my tail back there!"


Sylvia blushed and looked relieved. "I don't know what came over me. Either time."


Jenna nodded, smiling half jokingly and added, "true. I've never seen you talk like that! Your usually so quiet." Jenna paused for a moment then added, "I didn't think you'd be into girls, either."


The feline suddenly looked away, embarrassed. "Um, yeah. I guess you wouldn't. I haven't told anyone I like girls. No one knows, not even my family. I didn't think you would be either."


Jenna chuckled embarrassedly, rubbing the back of her head. "Me either. I couldn't let this happen to Victoria instead though. She couldn't have taken it."


The wolfess gave Jenna a confused look, questioning, "what do you mean? I wouldn't have done this to that poor girl."


This time it was Jenna's turn to look confused. "What are you talking about? Out in the shower you were-" she stopped as the wolf began to laugh, sounding somewhat like a bark.


"Oh sweetie! I didn't think you were serious before! I wouldn't do that!" She wiped a tear away from her eye and smiled at the confused vixen. "Oh, I'll tease, a little touching too, but I wouldn't do something someone didn't want me to."


Jenna stared, dumbfounded. "So all of this...?"


"Completely unnecessary!" Amelia answered with a wolffish grin. "But so much fun! I've given you a good time, right? Can you forgive me?"


Jenna pouted for a moment, then sighed and nodded. "Yeah, i guess I can." She smiled and added, "but only after you finish what you started."


"So, um, what now?" Sylvia asked, fidgeting. "We're supposed to wait till everyone else is gone."


Amelia turned to the stool and pulled it forward. "Now? Now I actually need to do my job for a minute. I'm going to get you two deloused while we wait. But first..." Amelia reached up behind her head and released her hair, a beautiful black that complimented her fur, from the bun it had been in. Giving it a quick shake it fell about her shoulders, reaching down to her chest. She didn't lower her arms though. Instead she pulled on the shoulder straps of her swimsuit until her arms were free of the damp cloth. The wolfess continued to pull the suit down until her breasts strained against and then broke free from their captivity, each of the heavy mammaries as large as Stefanie's own impressive rack. Jenna was surprised to find Amelia wasn't solid white, as each of her areole were ringed by black fur. The wolfess noticed the girls stares and grinned, before moving to finish disrobing. A little more peeling and a quick wiggle had the wolf's wide hips free. A little more cloth gone and Jenna noticed something on Amelia's pubic fur. A black strip leading up from the wolf's vagina for a few inches. Unlike Alecia's though, Jenna could tell this pattern was natural from the slight imperfections it had, a white hair here or there in the black. One last push and the empty suit slipped off the wolfess's shapely butt and down her tone legs, leaving her as nude as the girls. "What do you think?" She asked, striking a sexy pose.


"Woof." Jenna said jokingly, indicating her desire.


Sylvia nodded and added, "me-ow!"


Amelia gave the pair a pleased smile. "Thank you. Now, let's get started. Foxy, your up first. Take a seat."


Jenna stepped over to the stool and sat down, finding it slightly cold against her rear as she waited. Amelia was getting something from the heretofore unnoticed corner, where several small bottles sat. She returned carrying one of them and Jenna held out her hand expectantly. Amelia considered it, then lightly swatted the vixen's hand away.


"I was promised that you would need washing all over. That means you don't get to help."


Jenna chuckled and returned the hand to her side. "Of course. So you are going to do it?"


"Nope!" Amelia answered in a chipper voice. She instead turned to Sylvia.


"Me?!" The feline asked, surprised.


"You," the wolfess answered. She took the cat's hand and gently pulled her over to the amused fox. "It's just like applying regular fur wash. Just make sure you get it everywhere, okay?" Amelia opened the bottle and poured it in the teen's paws before stepping back to watch.


Sylvia looked from the shampoo in her hand up to Jenna. Stammering nervously as a blush rose under her fur. "Um, so yeah. I uh...um, s-should I start with your...um..."


Jenna gave an amused grin in response. She leaned back, offering more of her body to the other teen. "You can start wherever you'd like." Jenna laughed lightly at the cat's bashfulness. Deciding to make it a little easier on her, Jenna turned and faced her back to the cat, flipping her hair over her shoulder to her front. "Why not just start with my back?"


Sylvia nodded and stepped forward, placing her hands on Jenna's shoulders and began to work the soap into her fur. Once she had a good lather she began to wipe down the vixen's back and arms. Jenna moaned softly and leaned back into the cat's hands, feeling like she was receiving a message. Encouraged by the vixen's noises, Sylvia continued her work, getting all of Jenna's back. Satisfied with the back, Sylvia moved on to Jenna's arms, having her extend one arm, then the other. Finishing her last pass on Jenna's arm, the feline teen started rubbing down Jenna's sides. She did fine for the most part, though she still jumped when she brushed the sides of the vixen's bosom as if she expected to be yelled at or something. Taking a step back, Sylvia surveyed her work.


"Um, Jenna? I need to reach your...uh, I mean wash your...the rest of you." 


Jenna nodded and stood, going the extra mile and taking the same stance as before, bent over and resting on the stool. She smirked back at the cat and gave her exposed rear a shake. "All ready for you."


Sylvia gulped and stepped forward again, reaching out and taking ahold of Jenna's hips. Hesitantly she moved her hands down and found herself rubbing the vixen's ass, lathering the fur with the soap. "It feels really good." Sylvia whispered. "You feel really good, Jenna."


Jenna smirked with pride, looking back over her shoulder. "You should feel it from my end. And just wait until you feel the rest of me." Sylvia's eye flashed and she gave the shapely rump in front of her a hard squeeze, holding it there. After a few seconds Jenna felt sharp claws extend from the cat's fingers digging into her rear. "Ah! C-Careful with that! I'm kind of attached to it."


Sylvia didn't seem to hear, still holding her grip. "It feels really good to hold something so beautiful in my claws. Like it makes it mine, unable to get away from me." After another few seconds, Sylvia released her squeeze with a smile. "Sorry Jenna. Guess I'm getting too into this." She continued washing the body before, kneeling down and washing through Jenna's legs but leaving the vixen's puffy lips alone for now. Finishing with the black furred feet, Sylvia stood and smacked Jenna's ass sharply. "All finished here."


Jenna gasped at the strike and shivered pleasurably. "Yes ma'am," she answered. Jenna quickly stood and sat back down facing the sexy teen. She found she was really liking this assertive side of Sylvia. Biting her lip Jenna left her legs spread wide this time. "I'm ready, Kitty."


Sylvia licked her lips at the sight before her. Reaching in, she went straight for the two targets in front of her. Jenna threw her head back and moaned as the kitten groped her chest. Sylvia played with her new toys, mashing them together, lifting and dropping them, and twisting the pink nipples until they were nice and hard. "You were right, foxy. This is even better than before." She gave the nubs a painful pull before releasing them. She gripped the beautiful bust once again and began to squeeze like before. "These are lovely..." Jenna whimpered as she felt claws again. "And I can play with them as much as I'd like." Sylvia pulled her fingers towards Jenna's areole, letting her claws drag against the tender flash despite the vixen's yelps. No skin was broken but that didn't mean it didn't hurt! She traced the furless pink flesh with a single claw before flicking the nipple harshly.


Behind the pair Amelia decided she'd better step in. Moving quickly and quietly, she got right behind the cat and snatched her wrists, holding her still. "Okay kitty, that's enough. I know your new at this, but I can't let you hurt poor Jenna. Tell you what. It's far from my first rodeo and a few scratches don't worry me, so if you play nice with the fox, you can be as rough with me as you want."


Sylvia gasped as if awoken from a trance. "O-Oh God! I'm so sorry Jenna! Sometimes I get carried away! I didn't hurt you, did I?"


Jenna rubbed her teats, not sure how she should feel. Yes, it had hurt, but Jenna couldn't deny the pleasure was there too. Not to mention how the hint of danger excited her. "It's fine," she said after a moments consideration. "You didn't get too rough."


Sylvia stared down at the floor, shaking slightly. "I'm sorry. You probably don't want me to touch you anymore."


Jenna sighed and rolled her eyes. Taking Sylvia's wrists from Amelia, Jenna returned the paws to her chest. "I want you to keep going."


Sylvia smiled a little and nodded, feeling up the teen some more. After another minute Sylvia reluctantly pulled her hands away, moving them down to finish her work. She washed up the vixen's stomach with some difficulty since Jenna turned out to be a little ticklish. After that was finished came the part Jenna had been waiting for.  Sylvia knelt down and examined the flower between the fox's legs, rubbing down the vixen's thighs as she did. Jenna blushed under the cat's scrutiny, each stroke on her thighs coming just a little closer to the only uncleaned place on the fox. Finally Sylvia hit her mark, placing her hand over Jenna's slit and rubbing slowly at first and quickly picking up the pace. Jenna whimpered and squirmed on her seat, biting her lip as the feline worked her over. Sylvia began to move her fingers between the vixen's lips, toying with Jenna's clit for a few moments. When the vixen began to leak her own fluids, Sylvia smirked and pulled away.


"Already?" Jenna whimpered, looking at the cat plaintively.


The feline chuckled and nodded. "I need to get washed up too."


Amelia nodded and stepped forward. "She's right, foxy. I need to get you both done so we can really start to play. Wait a couple of minutes before washing that off, it needs time to work." Amelia nodded her head back to the back wall where another shower head hung.


Jenna was unhappy but nodded and stood. "All right." She slipped past the other two females as Amelia began to lather up Sylvia. Jenna smiled at the purring that came from the cat while she was worked on. The vixen came to a stop in front of the shower. Like the ones outside, it only had one handle to turn the water on, no way to change the temperature. Jenna leaned back against the wall and watched the two girls before her as she waited until she could rinse her fur. Amelia was busy playfully fondling the cat, who was already mostly covered in the cleaner. Sylvia was giggling and trying to squirm free from the questing hands, citing  a need to hurry. Jenna was about to throw her two cents into their game when she felt her skin begin to heat up and tingle. Jenna whimpered and rubbed her nipples, biting her lip as they began to burn slightly, but far from unpleasantly. Over the rest of her body the tingling turned to an itch and Jenna fought the urge to scratch at herself. Sylvia suddenly popped up next to the vixen with a smile on her face. The way she occasionally reached up to rub her dark teats told Jenna the feline was also starting to feel the cleaner's effects.


A few more torturous seconds and Amelia spoke up, "all right girls, clean yourselves off now." Jenna quickly reached up and turned the water on full blast. She didn't care it was cold, the itching had been driving her mad. Sylvia didn't move either so she must have felt the same. It took only a small amount of time before the girls were washing out the last bit of delouser off their bodies.


Sylvia straightened from washing her feet and smiled at the teen next to her. "That was kinda intense, wasn't it?"


Jenna ceased washing her tail to nod and smile back. "Yeah it was."


Sylvia suddenly blushed and stared into Jenna's eyes, making the vixen feel a little embarrassed too. "Jenna?" Sylvia asked softly, slowly wrapping a hand around The back of Jenna's waist, pulling the teen closer. With the other she reached up and brushed the loose hair from the fox's face. "Do you remember what I asked before?"


Jenna was a bit surprised by the felines sudden tenderness, but was enjoying it. Jenna wrapped her arms around Sylvia's body, one hand on Sylvia's back, the other resting on her ass near her tail. Jenna pulled Sylvia closer until they were pressed together, breasts pressed into each other's. "Yeah?" She asked quietly, looking into Sylvia's beautiful golden eyes.


Sylvia placed her hand on the back of Jenna's head and leaned in, her eyes closing as she did. Jenna did the same until their lips met in a tender kiss. One kiss followed another as the girls moaned softly. Jenna opened her mouth to extend her tongue, licking lightly at the feline's lips until she also opened her mouth. Jenna quickly invaded the teen's mouth, finding the unique texture of the cat's tongue fascinating. Sylvia wasn't idle herself and her own tongue wrestled with Jenna's, trying to force its way into the vixen's own mouth. Hoping to give herself an advantage, Sylvia slid her hand down to the shapely ass of the fox, giving it a pinch. Her ploy worked as Jenna gasped in surprised pleasure and gave Sylvia an opening she took advantage of. The cat's rough tongue explored the vixen's mouth, every nook and cranny. Jenna pulled her own tongue back and submitted to the other teen, running her tongue along the cat's as she explored. The girls pulled apart when they felt the water pouring on them cease and an arm wrap around each of their waists.


"My, you two can put on a show," Amelia said as she pulled the girls close, "but don't you think it's rude to leave me out?"


"Just trying to get you excited," Jenna replied sensually, leaning up and pressing her lips against the wolfess's waiting smile, nibbling lightly on the canine's lip.


Sylvia waited until the two separated then added, "you're the reason we're here, after all." She then planted her own kiss on their handler.


Amelia moaned softly into the kiss, squeezing the two teens against her body. Pulling back she smiled and addressed Sylvia, "I think it's actually because of you that were here. Not that I'm not grateful." She released the girls and grabbed a couple of towels from the same corner as the delouser. "Here. You two will catch your deaths running around soaking wet," she said, offering them both a towel. The teens thanked her and each took a towel, drying their fur as best they could. Meanwhile, Amelia laid out the last towel on a dry part of the floor before laying down on it, propping herself up on the wall.


Jenna finished first and tossed the used towel aside, now mostly dry. She grinned down at the wolfess, sliding down and laying on her side next to the wolf. She reached up and stroked the wolfess's muzzle before leaning over and resuming their kiss from before. Jenna's hand traveled down the white furred neck to Amelia's chest. Bashful about her first time handling another woman, Jenna took hold of one of the large knockers. Not sure how to handle someone else's body, Jenna nervously held the furred appendage in her hand but nothing else. 


Sensing the teen's hesitation, Amelia reached up to Jenna's groping hand and took it in her own, interlocking their fingers. She began to knead her breast, showing Jenna how she should  squeeze and how hard. She continued until she felt the teen starting to take charge and began exploring on her own, kneading harder to test the wolf's tolerance. Amelia smiled privately at her attempts, but it was unlikely the fox would really be able to hurt someone who dallied in masochism like her. Amelia released Jenna's hand to leave the teen to her own devices. She snaked her arm under the fox to take hold of Jenna's rump tightly.


Sylvia quietly joined the two of them on the floor, sitting on the other side of Amelia. Much more bold than Jenna, Sylvia immediately reached up and took ahold of Amelia's free breast. She watched the two girls kiss for several moments while playing with the orb in her hand, feeling a strange feeling welling up inside her. It was like before when she was washing Jenna. A strange urge to be the center of attention, to control the other women and do as she pleased with them. Seeking Amelia's attention, Sylvia extended her claws and pressed down into the flash in her hand. She only had to press for a moment before Amelia broke her kiss.


"Impatient?" Amelia questioned with a chuckle. "Don't worry kitty, I haven't forgotten you." With that Amelia met Sylvia's eager kiss, nipping at the kittens lips to giver her a taste of the light pain the feline liked to dish out. She didn't release Jenna's tail end, running her fingers along Jenna's crack.


Jenna was disappointed to end the kiss but took this opportunity kiss the wolf's neck, taking a breath in to catch Amelia's scent. It was a little hard to pick up between all of the water and soap but Jenna was able catch it after a few more sniffs. It was tough. That's the best way Jenna could describe it. The smell of a lot of sweat, workout sessions and other, more carnal pleasures. The scent made Jenna think of parties, faintly of downtown where the clubs were. Jenna liked this scent, it belonged to someone who worked hard and played hard. Jenna slipped down to the wolfess's chest, giving her nipple a lick. Amelia moaned lightly at the tongue, encouraging Jenna to continue licking. Jenna ran her tongue around the pink areole, then out along the black fur surrounding it. She took the nub into her mouth, sucking on it lightly. As she did, Amelia pressed her fingers into Jenna's rear, much to the vixen's surprise, and began to stroke Jenna's back door. Jenna shuddered with every stroke, the sensation an unfamiliar feeling.


The girls all stopped their movement as they heard the voice of Ms. Lindell outside. Sylvia pulled away as her ears swirled towards the voice, straining to hear it. Jenna released the nipple and sat up, pleased the nub was now hard enough to cut glass.


"She's talking to the girls." Amelia whispered, suddenly nervous about being found,


"Probably about to lead them out." Jenna offered, feeling similarly apprehensive.


Amelia noticed the girls hushed tones, knowing they would be mortified to be found like this in front of the others. Grinning darkly, Amelia got a mean idea. "Quiet now girls," she warned before suddenly pushing her finger against Jenna's pucker while simultaneously snatching Sylvia's nipple, tugging and squeezing it.


Jenna's eyes went wide and she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out from the sudden intrusion as Amelia's finger buried itself inside her. Sylvia bit down on her fist which she jammed in her mouth to keep quiet.


Amelia continued her assault, wiggling her finger inside the vixen and drawing a muffled cry from her. "You've never done anything back here before, have you?" Jenna's eyes watered as she shook her head. Amelia chuckled and turned her attention to Sylvia, give her a painful twist. "It doesn't feel so good, does it? It's easy to dish out pain, but never so easy to take it." Sylvia whimpered but didn't move to stop Amelia. The trial went on for another couple of minutes though it seemed far longer to the teens. Once they head the door slam close, Amelia released Sylvia's nipple and stopped her wiggling finger, but left it inserted.


Sylvia rubbed her sore nipple, still whimpering softy. She was upset at Amelia for what she'd done, but she couldn't help but ruminate on her words. She felt bad about hurting others like she did, but it never once stopped her. Not earlier with Jenna, even when the vixen was clearly not enjoying it, and she hadn't thought twice about using claws on Amelia when she wanted attention. "Um. S-Sorry. About before. With the claws, I mean." She said to both Jenna and Amelia.


"T-That's fine!" Jenna said stiffly, laying as still as she could. "Um, I don't mind but," she looked up at the wolfess, "Amelia, please...!"


"Give it a second, sweetie," Amelia told the fox gently, "just take deep breaths," she added before turning back to Sylvia. "There's no need to apologize to me, kitty. I'm actually into pain for pleasure, and sometimes I'm the one giving the pain," she twitched her finger again, making Jenna yelp. "So I know first hand when you first start playing with pain, it can be hard to know how to control it. I found it helps to get a taste of pain you don't like to help the learning process."


Sylvia nodded her head, scooting closer to the wolf. "I understand. I'll try harder."


"Amelia...!" Jenna whined, starting to squirm. Jenna breathed a a little easier as Amelia started to pull her finger out, then gasped sharply when it was pushed back in. "Why?" She asked, looking pitiful as the process was repeated.


"I want to try something new with you," Amelia answered, stroking the vixen's muzzle with her free hand. "A little backdoor play can really enhance your experience." The wolfess reached down and lifted Jenna's leg high, leaving her womanhood completely exposed as well as her tail hole being worked. "Kitty? If you would, please." She requested before quickly kissing the vixen to keep her from complaining.


Sylvia nodded, crawling around to the splayed vixen. She rested her head on Jenna thigh and extended her tongue, licking along Jenna's snatch. "Tasty!" She praised after a few licks, digging in with more enthusiasm.


Jenna moaned into her kiss between the combined assault of tongue and finger. Amelia had taken ahold of her right boob and was messaging it roughly. The wolfess led Jenna's tongue from her mouth using her own, leading it into the wolf's waiting maw. Once it was through, Amelia clamped her lip around it, holding it in place and sucking on it. Letting the wolf play, Jenna reached down to do some playing herself. Her fingers brushed against the wolfess's own velvety lips, eliciting a pleased noise from the wolf. Jenna buried two fingers inside the wolfess's inviting passage, moving them In and out slowly, teasingly. Amelia moaned around Jenna's tongue before releasing it, pulling back to give the teen a chance to breathe.


"Does it still hurt, or is it still really uncomfortable? The wolfess asked, wiggling her finger a bit to emphasize her question.


Jenna took a moment to answer as Sylvia buried her tongue inside the vixen's juicy folds. "Kind of? It doesn't really hurt but...it still feels weird. Not...bad though."


"That's the point, sweetie," Amelia answered, grinning. She leaned in and nuzzled Jenna softly, whispering in her ear, "so how about a second one?"


Jenna groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. "Does it matter if I say no?" She jumped as she felt another finger pressed against her back passage. "Amelia, please?"


Amelia giggled and kissed her softly. "Just teasing foxy." Jenna was surprised, and very relieved, to feel the finger finally pull free from her rear. Amelia stood and stretched, pulling Jenna's fingers free as she did. She used the shower to quickly wash her hand, Sylvia never ceasing her pie eating as the wolf did. Jenna panted lightly, holding the cat's head against her crotch. Amelia returned after only a moment but didn't resume her position. Instead she lied down along Sylvia's length on her side like Jenna, with her head at Sylvia's pelvis. She smirked and rubbed the grey cat's pussy, causing Sylvia to start purring, which reverberated through the Jenna's core. Amelia raised her leg, exposing herself to Jenna in the same position Jenna was in.


Catching on, the vixen moved herself until she found her lips inches from Amelia's lower ones. Jenna extended her tongue and acquired her first taste of another woman. She gave a few more licks then moved up to Amelia's clit, suckling on the pleasurable nub, flicking it with her tongue. Jenna wasn't sure how she was doing, but the whimpers and squeals from Amelia told her she was doing fine. The shower room was soon echoing chorus of moans, whimpers and squeals from the three daisy chained females. All sense of time was lost as each licked, kissed, and sucked upon each other. 


Jenna was lost in her sexual pleasure, tongue buried inside of her handler. She couldn't get enough of the taste of Amelia's honey. She'd been using the wolfess's thigh as a pillow as she licked, her muzzle now covered with sexual fluids. Every quiver and clench of the pink treat rewarded Jenna with a squeal from her partner and another gush of nectar. Jenna felt her own flower clench and she withdrew her tongue to lap at Amelia's clit so she could catch a glance of the girl serving as her personal cleaner. Sylvia looked even messier than Jenna did, the juices in her fur running down her neck and into her chest. She was far more aggressive than the fox, face pressed tightly against Jenna's crotch, her nose rubbing Jenna's clity as her tongue explored Jenna throughly. Jenna had been a little apprehensive about the cat's rough tongue when Amelia told her to lap away at Jenna. She came to find the roughness did cause discomfort, but the way it set her nerves aflame meant her walls still tingled even after the tongue had completely withdrawn. Jenna was positive she'd be very tender there latter though. Amelia's assault on the kitty was far more controlled and calmer than the teen's desperate hunger. Her tongue moved languidly along Sylvia's opening and through it while she kneaded her own breast. Occasionally she would nip and bite at the grey furred lips, which Sylvia seemed to greatly enjoy. Jenna groaned as Sylvia quickly pulled her tongue out of the vixen's dripping cleft to run her rough tongue over Jenna's clit before reinserting it within the fox. Jenna's eyes rolled back and she returned her own tongue to the warm passage before her.


The three woman continued in the manner for some time, letting their pleasure build, the pressure in their loins threatening to boil over. Jenna's mind was almost blank by that point. Nothing seemed to matter to the vixen but the wolfess's pussy in front of her and the cat's tongue inside her, vibrating slightly due to the purring. Amelia was moaning with every other breath, bucking her hips against Jenna's muzzle. Jenna knew the white wolf was close and Jenna wanted to taste her climax. Jenna reached up and began to rapidly swipe her hand across the wolfess's pleasure button, burying her tongue as far as she could down the soaked love passage. Amelia tensed her whole body for a few seconds before letting out a scream into Sylvia's core, hitting her peak. Jenna was suddenly blasted with Amelia's natural juices, spraying out onto Jenna's face, though the vixen tried to catch as much as she could. Amelia groaned softly, catching her breath but making sure to continue to lick at her charge. Jenna was about to start cleaning Amelia's lap when she suddenly felt three fingers jam themselves inside of her tight snatch while Sylvia's rough tongue ran slowly over her pleasure buzzer. It was more than the teen could handle. Jenna's eyes rolled back and her pussy clenched around the fingers inside of her. She squirmed and thrashed, crying out her pleasure. Somewhere in the middle of it, Jenna was vaguely aware of Sylvia yowling out too, hitting her peak as well. As the pleasure passed, Jenna collapsed on the floor panting. All three women lied still, catching their breaths and resting.


"That was amazing!" Jenna said breathlessly, sitting up slowly. Sylvia nodded, following Jenna example and rising.


"I told you you'd enjoy yourself," Amelia bragged, remaining on the floor.


"I wish we could do that again." Sylvia added.


Amelia frowned, shaking her head. "Sadly that's not possible. I wish it were, but we need to get back to the group before Linda comes looking." With a sigh, she rose to her feet, signaling for the two girls to do the same as she opened the curtain. Jenna and Sylvia pouted but did as they were told, standing up and walking out to the locker room.


Jenna patted her muzzle down, being careful not to smear the juices, feeling the feeling her happiness draining like the air let out if a balloon. For a while, she'd managed to forget everything she'd gone through today, and the horrors yet to come. Amelia must have been able to read Jenna's feelings because she walked over and hugged the young vulpine tightly.


"I'm sorry, Jenna," she admitted, "I really wish there was something I could do. I know it's terrifying but-"


"You don't." Jenna said shortly. "You don't know what it's like. None of you do. Lindell wouldn't keep patronizing us if she did."


Amelia didn't move for a few moments, then softly and carefully answered, "Linda doesn't know, true, but I do." Jenna and Sylvia both turned to look at the wolfess in surprise. Amelia's beautiful green eyes were filling with tears which she quickly wiped away.


"You were a game girl?" Sylvia asked quietly, casting aside her towel.


Amelia snorted in disgust and shook her head. "No," she answered with a touch of bitterness creeping into her voice, "I wasn't just a game girl. My team lost. I was a prize girl. I was born in this ward. After my team lost, I ended up being given to another herd where I had to stay."


"But your family..." Jenna started, a new fear of losing tonight's game taking root in her soul. "You can't move to a different ward."


"I was taken in by a surrogate family and raised by them until I finished with school," Amelia answered. "I still see my family but no, I couldn't live with them anymore. Honestly," she sighed, releasing Jenna, "I was pretty lucky. Some of the other girls couldn't find someone to take them in."


"Amelia..." Jenna started but didn't know what to say anymore.


The wolfess shook her head to stop the fox. "It's all in the past. I've dealt with it." Amelia turned and pointed to a pair of robes laying folded on a bench nearby. "Those are for you two. You'll wear there until they get you dressed to go out to the field. Better hurry, the food will be here any minute and Linda wouldn't hesitate to make you go hungry."


Sylvia started to say something but Jenna stopped her with a look. The teen's stepped forward and each took a robe. Jenna unfolded her robe and held it up in front of herself. It was plain white except for a Office of Persons Regulations patch sewed onto the left chest. It was made of a soft, warm velvet. Jenna opened the robe and put it on, adjusting it until if fit just right. The robe fell to just above Jenna's knees with a split up the back to Jenna's waist so her tail didn't lift the robe by accident. The sleeves reached to just above the vixen's elbows. Jenna tied the belt around her waist to keep it closed and turned back to Amelia and Sylvia.


Sylvia was tying her own robe and Amelia was pulling on her tank top, not bothering with the swimsuit. Once all the girls were dressed, Amelia prepared to open the door to the hall. "Now remember you two," she said, "Sylvia was supposed to be upset and Jenna was supposed to be trying to make you feel better. It's important that the other handlers don't find out, and important for you the girls don't find out, alright?"


The girls nodded and Amelia opened the door and ushered them outside. Jenna was surprised to see to other handlers in the hall, each standing at one of the locked gates. Amelia payed them no mind and they didn't say anything or move to stop them so Jenna ignored them. She and Sylvia were led over to the green door where Amelia knocked lightly to signify to whoever was inside that they needed in. Jenna jumped when the door suddenly jerked open almost as soon the knock sounded. Ms. Lindell was staring out at them, still looking angry.


"It's about time," she growled out at the trio. "The meals are almost here!"


"I-I'm sorry, Ms. Lindell," Sylvia's voice sounded meekly. Jenna was surprised when she turned to find Sylvia looking she had been crying, damp fur on her cheeks and everything, rubbing her eye gently. "I was really upset and I needed to be alone for a while." Jenna was impressed, wondering when Sylvia had time to adjust her appearance.


"The poor dear was crying in the shower, remember?" Amelia said in answer to Lindell's confused stare. "I found the fox trying to comfort her and we ended up staying behind until she could compose herself."


Ms. Lindell rolled her eyes and sighed, "whatever! Just get in here." Jenna and Sylvia passed inside, Jenna's ears twitching as she heard Ms. Lindell mutter "...disgusting..." Jenna thought about saying something but discarded that idea as all eight other girls were waiting for them and now were staring. Every girl, except Victoria, was looking at the pair questioningly. Before Jenna could try to come up with something to say, Sylvia stepped forward.


"Um, s-sorry everyone," she said meekly, sniffling for good measure. "It's my brother's twelfth birthday today, and I was really upset about missing it." A good excuse, Jenna thought to herself. A twelfth birthday was the day one stopped being a child and became a teen. There was usually a big celebration for the occasion. "Jenna found me and was trying to cheer me up."


Jenna tried to act modest and shook her head. "It was nothing." She noticed a few of the others didn't look convinced, but most didn't seem to care. They simply shrugged and returned to what they had been doing.


"Well whatever it was," Ms. Lindell said behind them," what's important is that we're all back together. Now you two find a place to wait till the foods ready." She gave the pair a little push into the room so she could close the door, leaving Amelia outside.


Jenna took this time to finally look about the room. It was a little smaller than a classroom, everyone had plenty of room to move comfortably but not so much that they could separate if they wanted. There were no chairs or furniture to sit on in the room, just a lot of large cushions and pillows scattered over the wooden floor for the girls to sit on, which most already were. Along the wall behind Jenna were a couple of long tables lined along the wall with some eating utensils and bottles of water sitting on them. In front of her, Jenna could see three flatscreen TVs hanging on the wall angled down so they could be watched comfortably from the floor. Right now each was displaying a different channel for the girls, their low volumes fighting with each other. To her right Jenna saw a plain door leading to a bathroom and a bookshelf against the wall that caught her attention far more than the televisions did. Finally to the left was another red door with 'prep room' written above it like out in the hall. The plain white walls were covered with various posters from the collective and the Office of persons regulations.


Sylvia found a cushion to curl up on as Jenna made a B-line to the bookshelf, seeking distraction from the waiting. Her eyes scanned over the various titles, finding only government books. "Are you kidding?" Jenna muttered to herself. "'Sacrifice with dignity,' 'dangers beyond the wards and within,' and 'how to trust the collective?' Is it too much to ask to get a book that's not fucking propaganda?" She continued to look down to the bottom shelf about to give up when she found an old book in the back. It turned out to be an illustrated history book for children of the creators and the formation of the collective. Finding nothing else worth reading, Jenna took the book to a comfortable looking cushion in the corner and pulled it open.


Jenna ignored the text, having heard this tale in every history class every year since her first day of school. The first picture displayed pictures of feral animals in the wild, living free but without purpose. The next showed large shadowy creatures meant to depict the creators, or makers as they were sometimes called, of anthros. None of the creatures looked consistent, but that was to be expected since no one knew what they supposedly looked like. The creators were capturing the feral animals in cages and carrying them to a white and grey city called Animstility. The makers took the animals and with their technology began to change them. A series of photos showed the animals receiving the gift of hands so they could hold tools and feet that could walk on two legs. The gift of mouths that could speak words and ears that could understand them. The last and most important gift was the gift of a portion of a creator's brain, so the animals could learn to use their minds and have emotions, and when they received that gift they were no longer animals. They became anthros in that instant. They were so grateful they happily served their makers in their beautiful city. 


Jenna flipped the page to see an artist's painted depiction of Animstility; rounded, bubble-like buildings filled with greenery, buildings reaching into the sky full of creators and anthros, and in the center of it all was a tall white building in the shape of a spear directed to the sky, the Spire. Jenna recalled her lessons on Animstility as she looked over the painting. Supposedly the city was paradise for the anthros. There they wanted for nothing, as the city had everything they needed and their creators were always there to watch over and guide them. Another page flip showed the city again, but a very different scene. This time Animstility was burning, the only text on the page being 'the fall of Animstility.' Jenna wasn't surprised at the vagueness of the book as no one really knew what happened to Animstility. All that was known was that the city was suddenly destroyed, and the creators left the anthros alone in the cruel wilderness. There were several theories as to what happened, however. Some people believed that a disease swept through the creators, ending them quickly before their technology could save them. Without the creators to maintain it, Animstility fell to ruin. Another theory was that the creators at Animstility and creators elsewhere began to war until they destroyed themselves, though no evidence of other creator cities had been found. A similar theory held that it wasn't other creators Animstility fought with, but it was the golems who destroyed paradise. The golems were the other inhabitants of Animstility, created by the creators out of solid metal with lightning for blood before they made the anthros. Supposedly the golems grew jealous of the love the creators had for the anthros and tried to destroy them both, though the anthros escaped, before the golems left to creat their own city. A small percentage of people quietly held the belief that it was the anthros who killed the creators, trying to usurp Animstility and take the creators power for their own. This belief is often considered heretical and punishable by law. The most commonly held belief was that the anthros grew lazy and prideful in Animstility, returning to their primitive instincts, angering their creators. As punishment they were cast out and the creators razed their paradise before leaving to elsewhere. The anthros of today believed the creators still watched over them and that if they proved they'd reformed and changed their ways, the creators would return to live amongst them again. This belief created the Church of Reform which permeated every anthro city and most anthros belonged to.


Jenna wasn't sure what sure what she believed as far as the creators were concerned. She'd heard the Church's sermons all her life but Jenna never really believed she was so terrible as to drive off her makers. Though that wasn't all the churched preached. They also had a large focus on helping one's fellow anthros and having compassion for the less fortunate that Jenna liked. Jenna just wasn't sure the creators were really still watching them, waiting for them to do better before returning. Privately the Church's beliefs made Jenna question if perhaps the creators had their own makers who were upset with them and destroyed them as a result. Saying this would probably get her in serious trouble so she kept her muzzle shut.


Jenna and the girls looked up briefly as a loud clanging came from the hallway. It sounded like the gate from before opening. Jenna's tail gave a little wag since it meant dinner would soon be arriving. She hadn't realized how hungry she'd become. Knowing she'd have to wait a little longer, Jenna returned to her book.


The next chapter dealt with the dark times, after the fall of Animstility. The picture showed a small group of anthros huddled together in the wilds after fleeing from the destruction of Animstility. The wilderness was very different than when the anthros were just animals. New, strange creatures roamed the wild, looking for meals. Jenna turned the page to see another painting of anthros fighting and losing against strange creatures who were consuming the helpless furred creatures. Jenna watched as through the pictures the anthros began to band together and through cooperation they were able to defend themselves, forming the first herd. They began to wander, looking for a place to call home. Jenna looked on as the first herd tried and failed to catch food. Those that had been herbivores could survive of the plants that still made up most of their diet. Those that had been predators though, they required meat. Time and time again they tried to attack larger animals only to be driven off and as they were nomadic they couldn't farm and raise feral animals for food. Until they came across something their own size. Other anthro herds. Jenna shuddered at the images of anthros giving in to their animal instincts and began killing each other for food. Several herds came together to negotiate over this situation. The constant raids would kill the anthros off slowly until only one herd remained as more were killed in fighting during the raids than were actually being used for food. It was agreed among the herds that there would be contests instead of raids, and the losers would submit members of their herd to the victor. For a time, this worked. The herds lived in close proximity for protection and there was no fear of each other.


Jenna stopped reading, glad for the break from the unpleasant topic, as the door opened and several Regulators, including Amelia, walked in carrying styrofoam carry out boxes. The smell of the food within made the vixen's mouth water. The other teens must have been just as hungry because everyone jumped to their feet. Jenna waited impatiently as the boxes were sat down in the table, each one having a name of one of the teens written on them. Amelia and a couple of other adults passed out the boxes and Jenna was finally passed not one but two of the boxes and a bottle of water, like the others. Jenna was shocked to see the box had 'The White Tower' indented along the top, one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. Only the richest or the city's upper members of the city's governing collective could eat there. Jenna carefully sat the boxes down and resumed her place on her cushion. As she was about to open her food, Victoria suddenly pulled a pillow over to join the vixen.


"Um, thanks for before," the mouse said quietly to Jenna.


Jenna gave her an encouraging smile and shook her head. "It was nothing."


"What was nothing?" Asked a melodious tone and a moment later Stefanie sat down with the other two girls, carrying her own two boxes of food.


"Oh, nothing." Jenna said quickly. "I was just trying to make Sylvia feel better, that's all."


Stefanie cast a glance over at the grey furred cat who was busy sliding a sardine down her throat whole. "Poor Sylvia. It must be hard for her to be here." She turned back to Jenna and added, "Emily was saying the two of you had been taken away for fooling around in the shower."


Jenna's ears twitched nervously, how much had Emily seen? Trying to play it cool, Jenna chuckled and shook her head. "No, nothing so dramatic as being drug off."


Stefanie smiled and giggled as well, "I didn't think so. I mean, you were both back there with that Regulator so nothing could have happened!" At the mention of Amelia, Jenna and Victoria exchanged a knowing glance.


Hoping to derail the conversation from its current corse, Victoria pulled her food over in front of her. "So what did you get? I've never had White Tower before."


"Me either," Stefanie admitted, opening her own food.


Happy for the distraction, Jenna finally got to open her boxed meal. The smell that wafted out to Jenna's nose made her stomach growl loudly. Inside the first styrofoam box was a roasted rabbit and a portion of grilled catfish. Jenna had to hold herself back from tearing into the meat before her. She sat the box aside and opened the next. Inside this box was a selection of fruit slices and a small salad mixed with berries. Jenna picked up her set of utensils and the box containing the rabbit. Jenna cut a section off and popped it into her mouth, moaning softly as the tender meat fell apart in her mouth, perfectly seasoned and cooked. As she chewed her eyes fell on the other rabbit in the room, Gale Domolles.


Jenna watched as Gale munched on a salad consisting of lettuce, oats, and seeds. She was a brown furred, blue eyed doe with a lighter brown covering her belly chest and muzzle. Her hair was also brown, dark like her fur but lighter around the tips. She was shorter than the other girls, but not as short as Victoria. She was skinny, having a small rear and small b cup breasts with small curves to her body. Personally Jenna thought it was because Gale ate nothing but greens. Jenna enjoyed salads and fruits, but she couldn't do without having meat at a meal. Gale had her robe opened slightly and had let it off of her shoulders, though nothing more was exposed. Jenna noticed a patch of solid black fur on the back of her left shoulder that Jenna was sure wasn't natural. The fur was in the shape of a tree with stars trapped in its branches and its roots submerged in water. It was the symbol of a sect called the 'Children of the Wild.' 


The children didn't believe the creators were a precursor race that lifted animals into anthros. They believed that everything in nature had a spirt, a soul, that manipulated what in nature they represented. According to them, the creators were embodiments of these spirits who changed the animals into anthros to better survive the wild, not try to tame it or keep it out. Jenna knew that being a member of this sect was barely allowed, but many of its members had been guilty of serious crimes like damaging the great wall around every anthro city that kept the dangerous animals of the wild out. Jena also knew many of them found ways past the wall into the wild, where they were usually never heard from again. Jenna wondered if Gale had any similar plans.


Jenna's pondering was interrupted when she realized she had finished off the roasted rabbit, much to her chagrin. Thinking back to the history book next to her, Jenna wondered if an anthro tasted like a feral? Jenna shuddered as she couldn't help but think of the rabbit as Gale and her stomach threatened to empty itself in disgust. Jenna turned away from the rabbit to shake the thoughts from her head. Instead she looked at what Victoria was eating, some soft of salad composed of fruits, cut vegetables, oats, seeds, and some grains Jenna couldn't identify all topped with dressing and bacon bits. Jenna nibbled on her own fruit as she watched Stefanie eat a venison steak with gusto. 


The girls all ate quietly, all finding themselves far more hungry than they had known. None of them had food that fine before either. Apparently being a game girl had some benefits even if it didn't make up for it. One by one the girls finished their meals and lied back on their cushions to rest of their meals.


Jenna took her last bite of the catfish and cast the box aside, playing with the meat in her mouth for a moment before swallowing. The vixen curled up on the cushion, wrapping her tail around her body, and picked up the book again, toying with the idea of continuing her reading. Looking at her companions for conversation, Jenna found Victoria sleeping lightly and Stefanie watching the television, looking like she was considering moving closer. Knowing she wouldn't be able to hold a conversation with either of them, Jenna opened her book once more.


Jenna resumed reading where she left off, flipping past pictures of the early anthro games and the fates of the losers, echoing their current predicament. The page Jenna stopped on a depiction of one of the leaders of the tribes scouting out into the wild, coming on a tall white tower in a field far from his herd. This was the Spire, heart of lost Animstility. The anthro rushed back and gathered the leaders of all the nearby herds, telling them what he'd found. They all gathered their people and brought them to the Spire. Try as they might, the could not find a way to open the tower, hoping that perhaps some creators were inside, or maybe some technology that they could use. When no one could open the tower, the herds began to bicker and blame each other. In the middle of this, many members of many different tribes rose up in revolt over having to give up their people to the games for food. Just as violence was about to break out, the herd leaders and the leaders of the revolt met under the tower in a last ditch effort to keep their people together. It was decided there that since no herd would abandon the last relic of Animstility, the herds would work together to protect it. This would allow them to tame the wild around them and begin raising feral animals for slaughter, so there would be no need to eat other anthros. The land was divided amongst the herds like spokes on a wheel so every herd could reach the Spire.


Jenna turned the next page to a picture of the Spire with a large opening in the front. As the leaders shook paws and agreed, a door opened in the Spire. Jenna read on about the leaders hesitantly explored inside the tower. Inside they found most of the doors were still sealed and the anthros couldn't open them no matter how hard they tried. Deeper within, they found an elevator that led up to the top of the tower. Jenna gazed on a picture of the collective room, the room at the top of the Spire. It's walls were all glass, though it couldn't be seen from the outside, so the Greater Collective could look out on all the herds. All around the edges of the room were tall chairs all facing in where the Greater Collective held all of it's meetings. Feeling that it was their peace talks to abandon their primitive instincts and return to the old ways with the creators was what opened the Spire, the leaders formed the Collective that day, which became the Greater Collective when more cities were founded. It was this belief that also founded the Church of Reform the same day.


Jenna paused to yawn, noticing a lot of the other girls seemed to be sleeping or feeling sleepy like Jenna. She felt like that should be worrying, but couldn't seem to muster the will to care. Instead she returned to the book. The picture showed a city building up around the Spire, dubbed White Haven, and the herds growing and defending their home. The area around the Spire became a neutral zone, where people of all herds could be without worry of each other since an anthro caught off their lands was subject to serious punishment at the discretion of whichever herd whose lands they were on. The more the anthros worked together and the Collective met and peacefully solved their problems, the more the Spire opened to them and the more wondrous technology they found. Things were good for a long while, with the anthros coming to live a somewhat hedonistic lifestyle. Vices like sex, drinking, and other such things were common place and came to be accepted, so long as everyone respected and obeyed the Collective and its laws. With all of their successes, the herds began to build a large wall around their Haven. Before the wall could be completed however, more unrest began. Jenna looked on as the herds began to argue with each other. Each herd felt it was doing more than the others to protect their home form the wild and make it better for all. The Collective met and was cloistered for over a day before they returned to their people. They decided they would reinstate the games from their dark past, but instead of being used as food, the prizes would be given to the winning herd. Prizes would be used by the herd as slaves until it was felt they contributed enough to become members. Contests would be held between the herds from everything to hunting, building, combat, and so on so no tribe would be at to great a disadvantage with the prizes chosen being appropriate to the contest. The lottery was created to pick prizes without prejudice or favoritism and to ensure that everyone had an equal chance of being picked. At this time, a neutral group formed from all the tribes to oversee the lottery and prizes was created. This group would eventually become known as the Office of Persons Regulations.


Jenna stretched, trying to wake up but couldn't seem to shake her sluggishness. Jenna flipped through the last pages to keep from dozing off. The next showed White Haven becoming too large and overcrowded. To fix this problem, a large expedition entered the wild, foraging through until they came upon another good location for a city. They built it using White Haven as a model and the anthro cities to follow did the same. The last pictures showed how the modern White Haven was lied out, with all other cities based on it, like Jenna's own city, Avilon. In the middle was the Spire, though in other cities it was a smaller tower for their Collective. Around it was the neutral zone, called ward zero, where places like hospital, government buildings, malls, and such buildings were kept. Surrounding ward zero and all other wards was a chainlink fence with checkpoints at each ward's entrance to admit anthros who wanted to enter. Each ward around ward zero houses one of the herds that lived in the city, each sharing the name of the herd that lived there, Shino in Jenna's case. In the wards were schools, homes, stores, and entertainment buildings. On the outer areas of the wards were farms and plantations for food. At the end of the city was the wall. A huge stone or concrete wall meant to keep out the dangerous anthro eating beasts outside in the wild. It also helped keep everyone corralled and under control, Jenna thought bitterly.


Finishing the book, Jenna closed it and sat it back down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. She wasn't sure how long it had been when a familiar face appeared to smile down at the sleepy fox.


"Comfortable?" Amelia asked, hands behind her back and a mischievous grin on her muzzle.


"Hmm." Jenna answered with a grunt.


"Are you just tired, Amelia continued, "or are there any other problems? Any trouble moving or do you feel sick or feel like you're losing consciousness?"


"No," Jenna asked suspiciously, "why?" Instead of answering, Amelia simply looked at the vixen's discarded dinner box, the smile not fading a bit. Jenna's foggy mind slowly connected the dots and she groaned, closing her eyes. "You fucking drugged me?"


"Not just you," Amelia clarified. "Though in our defense, it was supposed to only be a small amount to help you all relax and keep calm. Seems there had been a mix up at the kitchens." She chuckled at the poor fox's predicament before continuing. "Don't worry, most of the effects should be wearing off pretty quick. Anyway, it's time to start getting you all ready. The crowds will be here soon and the game will get started."


Jenna's eyes opened with those words. She could feel her heart quicken and her mind start to panic again, but the drugs in her system kept her under control. "What happens now?" She asked quietly.


Amelia's smile dimmed a bit as she said, "we're going to take you all to the prep room and do some final touches. Brushing your hair, fur, and teeth. Stuff like that, then we'll do any other work that needs done. Then you'll get dressed in what you'll wear on the display podium and wait in here watching the game until it's time for you to go out to the field."


Jenna uncurled herself and stretched, yawning wide before sitting up. Most of the other girls were doing the same, each with a regulator helping them. Amelia took Jenna's hand and helped the vixen to her feet. Once all of the girls were up in various states of lucidity, they were herded through the red door into the prep room. Jenna was awake enough to look around and take in the new room.


It was long and rectangular, wood floors and white walls like the waiting rooms. To Jenna's direct right were four standing closets Jenna assumed contained whatever they would be wearing. In the next to them were some standing mirrors for modeling. Past the closets were ten salon chairs and workstations with mirrors on the walls, partitioned in sets of two by sliding curtain walls that left the back open so the regulators could watch. The only thing to the left was the door leading to the hallway and an empty plastic tub. Standing by each of the chairs was an anthro wearing a set of black scrubs with a belt with holsters containing brushes, scissors, and other such items. No Office of Persons Regulations emblems on their uniforms, Jenna noted. Jenna assumed these would be the people actually working on the teens.


Ms. Lindell stepped up ahead of the girls and turned to look at them. "Okay girls! These people are trainers from a beauty school. They help the Office of Persons Regulations by cleaning up all of the girls we handle. They will be taking care of the last of your fur care and hygiene. Afterwards we'll be getting you dressed in your display outfits before we move you back into the waiting room. Now, if you would all please remove your robes and place them in the tub next to me we can-"


Ms. Lindell was was cut off by an outburst of protests from the teens before her. Several of the trainers were males, and none of the girls wanted to strip in front of them. Ms. Lindell had to try several times to restore order before she was able to speak once more.


"I know," she said exasperated, "that you may be uncomfortable in front of the gentlemen. These are professionals, however, and they do this sort of work for us all the time." She paused to gesture at the other regulators before adding, "none of us can do this kind of work and it has to be done." Linda sighed in irritation as more complaints followed. Having had enough, Ms. Lindell stomped her foot and shouted over the girls, "enough! This is happening! If we have to hold you down or sedate you, we will! Now everyone get undressed and find a chair." She sighed and walked off into the hall, causing a few other regulators to chuckle and encourage the girls to hurry.


Jenna and the others still remained stationary, nervously staring at the beauticians. To their credit, they tried to look as friendly and inviting as possible. Knowing what had happened the last time she resisted, Chelsea stepped forward to be the first to disrobe, her brown eyes hardened with resolve. With quick motions she untied the sash and pulled the robe off, throwing it into the tub. Her yellow spotted body was proudly put on display. She was covered with yellow fur with black spots over her back and sides with white fur down her front. She was a lovely specimen, wide, curvy hips, well formed handful breasts, and a tight toned body. She had always been an athlete, doing whatever physical activity she could. Besides being a cheerleader, Chelsea was on the basketball and the cross country teams. Jenna couldn't imagine where she found the time or energy. With a flick of her long honey blonde hair, Chelsea claimed the chair of one of the females. The others suddenly realized that only those that moved quickly wouldn't have to be looked over by the men.


"Get going," Amelia said as she nudged Jenna in the back, "don't tell me your bashful now. Don't worry, me and the others will be here watching over you all."


Jenna and the others all started untying their robes and removing them, Jenna sure that the drugs in their system helping them to agree to this. Jenna pulled her own off to hear Amelia behind her give a quiet sensual growl. Jenna cast the wolfess a glance over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. Jenna threw her robe into the tub with the others and looked over at her options. Sadly it seemed only the male beauticians were left. Swallowing hard, Jenna decided to just get it over with. She tried to cover herself as subtlety as she could as she walked but it didn't seem anyone was paying attention to the fox. Jenna went to the back and came to a stop in front a tall, and rather handsome, tiger. He was broad shouldered and his body seemed to have a fair amount of muscle. His short brown hair was spiked up with gel, his handsome face looked very masculine and his blue eyes sparkled with kindness. He stepped forward and clapped his hands in greeting.


"Hello, miss," he said to the young vixen, his voice rather deep with a slight growl to it. "My name is Bradley, but you can call me Brad. I'll be taking care of you today."


"Um, my name is J-Jenna," the vixen mumbled quietly, feeling intimidated by the large male and her lack of clothing. Brad didn't seem to mind or even notice her nudity, and he didn't stare at her to the vixen's relief.


"Good to meet you, Jenna. Well, there's no sense in delaying so let's get started." He turned to his work station and pulled over a simple wooden stool to in front of his chair. He patted his hand on it and stepped back. "Let's go ahead and have you sit here so I can give your hair and coat a good brushing."


Jenna stared at the stool nervously, knowing she'd be completely on display. "I can brush myself," she offered hopefully.


Brad simply chuckled, an understanding tone in his voice, "If I had a nickel every time I heard that. Sorry Jenna, but this is something I have to do." He motioned once more for Jenna to take a seat, "so let's just go ahead and get this over with."


Bradley gave Jenna an encouraging smile as she finally stepped forward and took her place on the stool. The vixen tried to sit somewhat hunched over with her tail in her lap to cover herself as best as she could. Brad placed a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed, ordering, "sit up straight please." He didn't stay to see if Jenna obeyed. Instead he walked over and helped a short female skunk close the curtain partition, cutting them off form the rest of the room. As Jenna watched the pair close the curtain, her eyes fell on the partner she was sharing this space with, the red panda Emily. Jenna could feel her hackles rising instinctively.


Emily was an attractive girl, typical markings for a red panda, orange fur on her face, back, and sides, black fur on her thighs up her belly to her neck and her feet and hands. White fur around her muzzle and ringing her tail. Emily was most proud of her thin, hourglass shape body. Beautifully shaped, dark nippled boobs, about the size of grapefruits. A thin waist and flat stomach, the hints of abs under the dark fur. Her hips were pronounced and her rear was small and tight. Long, shapely legs that led down to small dainty feet. She was a beautiful girl and she'd always known it. That had been the problem. Emily had a nasty personality, manipulative and sadistic. Ever since grade school she used other students and teachers, and tormented those who didn't give her what she wanted, or that she viewed as any kind of threat. Jenna had never personally run afoul of her, but she'd watched her actions for years, disgusted by what she saw. Now it seemed Emily might know what had really happened back in the showers.


The red panda caught Jenna's stare, her yellow eyes meeting Jenna's blue eyes. Jenna's guts clenched as she watched Emily's eyes flicker, sizing up the fox before her. After a moment of calculation, Emily's expression changed to a smug smirk. She crossed her arms over her chest and put on a faux disgusted face.


"Ugh, don't stare!" Emily said, "I know you're a lesbo, but try to restrain yourself."


Jenna knew Emily was digging for a reaction, but still the vixen couldn't help but fire back, "don't flatter yourself. Besides, I don't know what your talking about."


Emily's eyes suddenly got a cruel glint in them. "I know what I heard," she shot back, "and you and Sylvia were in there together for a long time. I bet she would even admit you forced her into it once you had her alone." Jenna had to hold back a sigh of relief. It seemed Emily didn't know that Amelia had been in there with the two. Emily smirked and flipped her sort black hair, mockingly adding, "I've always heard that foxes think with their cunts instead of their brains, but I guess it's true."


Jenna snared but before she could say anything, Brad cut in. "I think that's enough of that kind of talk," Brad said as he walked back over. "I can't believe that two girls could just hide long enough for fooling around."


"I heard them!" Emily said indignantly. "I tried to tell Ms Lindell but she wouldn't listen!"


Bradley crossed his arm, staring the red panda down until she backed down a bit. "If Ms. Lindell wasn't concerned, I think that's more than enough to say nothing was going on." He turned back to Jenna, ending the argument before Emily could answer back.


Emily snarled at the back of the tiger's head, quickly turning back to her own stylist. "Do I have to stay here?" She asked in a whiny voice. "I don't feel comfortable with that fox looking at me!"


"That's enough!" An authoritative voice behind them barked. Everyone turned to see Amelia standing in the open section, arms crossed with a hard look on her face.


"But-" Emily started but was cut off by Amelia.


"I said that's enough." Amelia glared back at Emily. "We don't have time for you to whine and throw a tantrum like a child. Grow up and deal with it" Jenna couldn't help but smirk as Emily began to tremble with rage. "I don't want to hear another peep out of you or I'll have you sedated until the game." With that, Amelia turned on her heel and walked back towards the other side of the room, watching the girls.


"I guess that's that." Brad chuckled, knowing his skunkette coworker's task just became a lot harder. "All right miss Jenna, let's get started." The large tiger pulled open a drawer on his workstation and pulled out a few brushes. Jenna recognized them from the years of taking care of her own fur. First was a regular brush for the vixen's waist length hair. The second was a slicker brush for any tangles or mats in her fur. The third was a soft bristle brush for most of her body to actually straighten the fur. The last was a special brush. It was a small oval brush with feather soft bristles for the sensitive areas of the body like the belly and chest. Brad picked up the first brush and got to work in Jenna's hair. He was very gentle and thorough, no painful tugging. "Your hair is very beautiful," he remarked as he worked. "Your fur coat too. One of the best I've seen working with the Office."


"Thanks," Jenna said, feeling prideful. She loved her fur and took excellent care of it. "I try to always keep it at its best."


"It shows," he agreed. A couple more strokes and he was finished with the brown hair. He lifted the end of her hair, examining the ends. "We might need to do a little work here. A couple of split ends. Nothing serious." He let her hair drop back down and tied Jenna's long hair into a ponytail, carefully placing it over her shoulder. He picked up the bristle and began to bring it down Jenna's back in slow, short brushes, using the slicker brush when he found a tangle.


Jenna bit her lip as the masterful tiger worked. The soft bristles felt amazing against her back and she began to lean and press against the brush. Brad noticed with a smile. "I like these brushes too," he said softly.


"They're very nice," Jenna said dreamily. "You're very good at this."


Brad chuckled and moved on to Jenna's arms next, bring the brush through the fur. "I should hope so." He said matter-of-factly "I train others after they get assigned to beauty roles after they graduate." He was referring to the Consultation, a series of exams after graduation and a meeting with collective representatives before you would be assigned your career field for the rest of your life. Jenna knew it wouldn't necessarily be anything close to what she wanted either. Everyone was assigned based on where they would be the best use to the entire city, rather than what the individual wanted.


Jenna pondered this and wondered what she would be assigned. "Did you want to do this?" Jenna asked the tiger, watching the brush work through her fur.


Brad didn't pause in his work but considered for a moment before answering. "Not really." He said slowly, considering his words. "I wanted to help my city. I thought that would mean joining the Peace Corps or maybe working in the Avilon Collective building. Unfortunately for me, the Collective felt I could best serve by working in the beauty field." He paused and chuckled, and Jenna could have sworn she heard just the faintest tone of bitterness in her voice but he carried on. "To say I was upset was an understatement. I was devastated, but I knew I had to trust the Collective."


Jenna wanted to speak out about how wrong it was that the Collective could decide something like that, but Jenna also knew that it was a serious crime to speak out against the Collective. As much as she was coming to like Brad, Jenna was sure he wouldn't be so understanding as Amelia. Picking her words carefully, Jenna asked, "what about wanting to help by joining the Peace Corps or working with the Collective?"


Brad finished with Jenna arms and gingerly took hold of the vixen's tail to brush next. "There are positions in both if I really wanted," he stated as he worked.


Jenna jumped a little when her tail was grabbed. "There are? Like what?"


Brad's brow furrowed as he thought, trying to remember back to that day. "Oh let's see..." He said as he recalled. "I remember I could join the Peace Corps as a barber, regulations have that hair and fur must be so short after all. I could do make up for those in the collective building, for interviews and such, if I wanted to be there. Instead I chose to be a stylist so I could meet people and make them happy. It wasn't easy at first, but in the end, I'm happy about the way things turned out. Just shows that trusting the Collective pays in the end."


"Some moments are harder than others," Jenna muttered bitterly before she could stop herself. Her heart caught in her throat, panicked about what Brad might say. As he stood and walked around to Jenna's front, she was thankful to see a sympathetic look on his face.


"It must be terrible," Brad said, "all of this happening and you're so young." He took her paw in his hand and patted it. "It's horrible but remember: this has to happen for the good of the city. It must happen as ordained by the Collective. I find that if I lose and must suffer, I try to remember I suffer for the good of others."


Jenna had to struggle not to roll her eyes at his brainwashed garbage. Instead she asked another question, "if you lose? What do you do that could make you lose like this?"


Brad nodded his head in the direction of the other stylists behind the curtains. "We all work together in ward zero, but every year we all compete by ward against each other. Those that lose suffer the same as you. We are made slaves of another ward for a short time, then we either bargain our freedom back to our ward, or we must join a new herd. Almost all jobs do something similar."


Jenna eyes suddenly lit and she snapped up to look him in the eyes. "You can do that? I don't have to leave my family?"


Brad looked uncomfortable giving the vixen hope the way he had. "It's possible," he said slowly, "but you are a minor so you can't negotiate your own return. Your herd would have to, but they might not. Sometimes too much is asked in exchange or they might not want to look weak. The other herd might not be interested in negotiations because they might want young talented people to join them." He turned to grab his brushes and quietly added, "either way, you'll still have to serve your time as a slave if you lose tonight."


Jenna shifted in her seat, eyes returning to the floor. "Guess what happens to you isn't like what will happen to us?"


Bradley sighed and brought the soft brush around. "No, not usually. Now Jenna, I need to do your front."


Jenna quickly crossed her arms over her chest again, whimpering pitifully. "I can do it," Jenna protested, "please, can't I just do my front?"


A second set of hands gently took hold of Jenna's shoulders, making her vixen jump. "Relax, Jenna," Amelia's voice came from behind her, "Brad does this all the time. He wouldn't try anything and if he did, I'm watching. He wouldn't get far."


Jenna didn't move, however. "But-"


Amelia squeezed into Jenna's shoulder a little to quiet her and show she was serious. "No buts," Amelia said firmly. "Everyone has it done this way. Just relax and trust me." She lightened as Jenna removed her arms and returned them to her side. "Good girl," she said in her normal playful voice, "thank you."


Brad nodded to Amelia in thanks. "Appreciate it, Ms. Valiant," he said to the white wolfess. "I think I can handle it from here."


Amelia nodded back to him, giving Jenna's shoulder one more reassuring squeeze. "Remember, I'm watching," she added as she turned and walked back to her patrol.


Jenna continued to fidget nervously, her face burning with a blush. She couldn't bare to look the tiger in the eye so she settled for watching his waist and the arms at his side. Brad said nothing about Jenna's exposed body or her shyness. Instead he simply took his brush and got to work. He stared with her shoulders and Jenna had to admit this brush felt the best of all. When the tiger prepared to move down, Jenna dared a quick glance up at his face. She feared seeing some lecherous grin, even though deep down she knew that was silly. Instead Brad looked very professional, very focused on his work. No hint at all that he was getting some sexual thrill from this. Jenna briefly considered if she should feel insulted by that. She didn't have long to ponder before Bradley finally reached down to the vixen's chest.


Jenna yipped and scrunched her eyes closed as the soft brush ran along each mammary. Jenna's breath quickened as the soft bristles tickled her nipples, making them harden again to the fox's embarrassment. Each stroke excited them more until they could cut glass.


"Don't worry," Brad said professionally, "it's a natural reaction. It happens to everyone." The tiger couldn't help but feel a smile tug at the corner of his mouth at the vixen's blush. The tiger was through with the furry orbs, but didn't linger longer than necessary. Although it seemed longer to the vixen, Brad was moving down to the fox's white belly. This proved even more difficult than brushing Jenna's tits. The teen was constantly giggling and squirming as the brush tickled and teased her. Brad's cool demeanor broke a bit as he became slightly annoyed at the delay. It didn't take too long before the brushing was finished and Jenna's giggles died down.


"All right Jenna," Brad said as he composed himself again. "Go ahead and stand up and I'll get your legs and rear."


Jenna started to stand, the froze halfway. "Um, just the legs and, um, rear?" She asked, fearing he would insist on brushing everywhere.


Brad laughed and nodded. "Don't worry," he said, "I don't need to get absolutely everywhere."


"All right..." Jenna said hesitantly as she continued to stand. She went ahead and took her tail into her hands, holding it in front of herself to keep it out of the way. To her surprise, Brad started with her back side. One quick swipe on each cheek was all it took, but the bristles gave Jenna a strange sensation. The legs went quickly with brad's mastery of his craft. Jenna tensed every time his hands drew up in her inner thighs, but he never touched anything. After only a couple more minutes, Jenna's coat was completely brushed. She felt much better afterwords too, as she always did after fur care.


"Take a seat, please," Brad said as he adjusting the stool so he could sit on it and work, leaving only the salon chair for Jenna to sit in. The fox climbed in the leather chair, finding an open back for her tail. Jenna placed her arms on the rests and placed her legs on the leg rests. Jenna noticed that the chair had two leg rests on swivels, so the legs could be positioned individually. Brad appeared at her sides and began making adjustments to the chair so he could more easily work in Jenna. Once he had the vixen where he wanted her, he let Jenna's hair out of its ponytail. He then reached into his belt and took out a pair of styling scissors and a comb. He combed through the vixen's hair, taking care of any split ends or other problem spots.


Jenna remained quiet as he worked, listening to the snips of the scissors and those of the skunkette working on Emily. Behind her, her ears picked up the sound of Amelia and the other regulators walking their paces.


"You're a beautiful young girl, Jenna," Brad remarked, trying to break the silence. "Do you have someone special in your life?"


Maybe it was because he was an attractive male, or more likely because of Amelia's behavior earlier, Jenna couldn't help but feel nervous at the intentions behind the tigers compliments and question. "Un, no, not really. I had a date for this weekend but..." She trailed off into silence.


"I understand," Brad said with another snip. "That's a shame. Well, if your team wins you could still reschedule. If..." Brad paused, rethinking his statement then spoke again. "I know a cute fox boy in Ragos named Travis." Jenna's ears twitched at the name 'Ragos'. It was the ward they were playing against tonight. He was talking about if they lost and Jenna was moved to Ragos. "He's handsome, polite, and single. He's family too, my husband's nephew."


"Husband?" Jenna asked, blinking in surprise. That he had a husband wasn't unusual. By and large the entire anthro community had come to accept and welcome homosexuality, save for a few pockets of traditionalists that believed furs should marry the opposite sex for breeding purposes.


"Yup," Brad smiled, his voice full of joy. "Going on four years now. That's him, over there." He used his scissors to point at a picture on his workstation. It showed Brad, looking much the same as he did now just a little younger, and a lanky looking fox with black dreadlocks both wearing tuxedos in front of a wedding cake. They both looked very happy, the love they felt evident on their faces.


"You both look so happy." Jenna remarked, though she was feeling anything but. She felt awful about being suspicious of the tiger earlier. It was clear his professional attitude wasn't a ruse, he simply wasn't interested in her that way.


"We are," Brad said as he went back to work. "I never thought I'd find someone who could make me as happy as he does." Brad put his tools away, satisfied with his work on the vixen's hair. "Travis a nice boy like his uncle Jeremy is." Brad added teasingly, "He could make the right vixen very happy too."


Jenna chuckled and shook her head. "I'll think about it. Of course, if we win tonight I won't be able to go out with him."


"Well," Brad continued as he pulled out a claw file and took Jenna's right hand, sitting on the stool as he worked. "You could meet up in ward zero, and you can move herds by marriage." Brad's voice had a teasing hopeful tone to it. He waited a moment before laughing. "I'm just joking, Jenna. Travis is always telling me to keep an eye out for cute girls for him since I meet so many people."


Jenna didn't answer, thinking about what would happen if they lost. If they couldn't come back to Shino, Jenna and the girls would be thrust into a whole new town filled with nothing but strangers. Jenna tucked away the names of Brad and his family in her mind. The tiger had been very kind to her so far and if she ended up with no place to go, maybe this Travis could help. Jenna immediately felt terrible for thinking of a way to use this poor fox, but she knew she might not have many choices.


Brad didn't seem to mind her silence, focusing on rounding off the vixen's claws. Once he had them dulled, he pulled a bottle of hot pink nail polish off his table. He held up the bottle, considering it before opening the bottle. Jenna also approved the color as it would look wonderful against her black paw fur. A few minutes and several strokes of the nail polish brush latter, Jenna was holding her hand up in front of her face, examining her claws.


"Very nice choice," Jenna said approvingly as Brad worked on her other hand.


"I am to please," Brad boasted as he started to paint her other nails. "I'm glad you like it. Do you often use makeup like this?"


Jenna shook her head and returned her hand to the rest to let the nails dry. "No, not really. My family didn't really have enough money for a bunch of make up. Besides," she drew herself up proudly, "I think I look good without it."


"No argument here," Brad said as he finished her other hand. "But make up can accentuate that beauty." He pulled a lever and Jenna's feet began to rise up until they were at a comfortable working level. He repeated the process with her feet, using the same color for her feet claws.


After her claws were taken care of Brad took cotton swabs and carefully cleaned the vixen's ears. Jenna hated this part because she hated having the delicate hairs in her ears disturbed. Worse was when he rubbed special oils into the insides of her ears, insisting they helped keep them clean and healthy. Next Jenna's teeth were brushed throughly, flossed, and she was made to swish a strange tasting liquid in her mouth. It wasn't mouth wash, but it did make her breath smell much better. Brad pulled out a special lotion from a drawer in his station and rubbed it into Jenna's paw pads, both on her hands and her feet. It made them tingle but Brad swore it would make them softer. Finally Brad pulled out a number of perfumes and scented fur oils. Jenna layed back as Brad sniffed several bottles, rejecting several of them before deciding on the one he like the most. He rubbed the scents into the fur on Jenna's wrists, neck, and the top of her chest, which caused the vixen to blush again.


As Brad was finishing up, there was a sudden explosion of noise next to them from the red panda and skunk. Emily was on her feet, face contorted in rage. "How dare you?!" She screeched at the cowering skunkette before her. "Who do you think you are?! Of corse the answer is no!" She turned in her heel and stormed off. The three anthros watched in silence, listening as the regulators got the angry cheerleader under control. A moment later Amelia popped her head around the curtain with a questioning look on her face.


"I didn't try anything!" The skunkette said, wiping tears out of her eyes. "I did everything I was supposed to and at the end-"


Amelia shook her head and held up her hand. "Don't worry," she said comfortingly. "I figured that was what happened. We do need you to help get her ready."


"Do I have too?" The skunk asked but she was already walking around the corner, Amelia following after her, leaving Brad and Jenna alone.


"Well," Brad said after a moment of silence, "that was something." He put his items away as Jenna turned back to the front of her chair.


"Wonder what upset her so much?" Jenna wondered out load.


"Doesn't seem like she's the type to really need an excuse to make a scene to draw attention." Brad remarked as he cleaned his station up, making sure everything was in its proper place.


"Yeah, that's true," Jenna agreed. "So, what do we do now that we're done here?"


Brad was quiet for a second then turned to face the fox with a serious look on his face. "Jenna? I have something to ask you. Are you a virgin?"


Jenna couldn't believe what she'd heard. It seemed so out of nowhere that Jenna was sure she must have misheard. She was so stunned she could only stammer out, "w-what?"


Brad didn't seemed phased. "Are you a virgin?" He asked again. "Whichever answer is fine. However, if you are and you don't want to be, in case things don't go well tonight, I can take care of it."


Jenna's eyes widened and her ears pressed back against her head. Had Brad just propositioned her?! Wasn't he married with a husband? Jenna's tongue tied itself even tighter. "W-Wha...I, um...you.." Jenna glanced and looked at brad's wedding photo.


Brad followed her line of sight to the photo. It took him a minute before he realized the problem. He laughed lightly and shook his head, quickly clarifying. "Oh makers, I didn't mean it like that! I won't be using my body." He turned and opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a long velvet drawstring bag. He pulled it open and pulled out an item that made the vixen blush as she recognized what it was. It was a long purple dildo, long enough to be a little floppy in the Tigers hand. It was the largest Jenna had seen at twelve inches with an impressive girth. The tip was shaped like a cock's head, with veins running down its length and ridges every few inches. Jenna felt a twinge of fear at that monster, knowing all of it would never fit inside of her, but a small part in the back of the vixen's mind wondered how much she could take.


"That's...big." Jenna said simply. This whole situation seemed too surreal.


Brad chuckled and nodded. "That it is," he said with a shrug. "Don't worry though, we don't need to use all of it." As he was speaking he pressed on a foot pedal at the base of Jenna's chair. As he did, the rests Jenna's legs were laying on began to separate, exposing her womanhood. The back rest also slowly lowered a bit until Jenna was comfortably laying back. "It's also clean, before you ask. We always wash them-"


"I'm not a virgin!" Jenna suddenly cried out, finding her voice as her legs spread. "I've been with a few guys."


Brad blinked, then patted Jenna's shoulder reassuringly. "That's all right, Jenna. By the time I was your age, I'd already been with a few myself." Jenna sighed with relief, glad that embarrassing situation was over. Brad paused to look out out towards where the regulators were stationed, but none were there. He lowered his voice and kneeled down next to Jenna. "Um, could I ask you a favor?"


Jenna had an idea what he would ask, but she went ahead and nodded. "Sure, I guess?"


"Would it be okay if we just went ahead with it?" Jenna started to question but Brad cut her off, shushing her. "Quiet please. See, we all do this for a little extra money or favors from the Collective. We get more if we can convince the girls to agree to this. Since your not a virgin, you don't have anything to lose, and it would help me out. It won't take to long, so would you be willing?"


Jenna groaned, unable to believe this was really happening. His request almost seemed to ridiculous to be true. However, Jenna had to admit Brad had been very kind to her and she did want to help him. She glanced back at the implement, still in the tiger's hand. It didn't look like it'd hurt but something that big might be uncomfortable. She couldn't deny a part of her wanted to give it a try. Deciding she had nothing to lose, Jenna gulped and nodded slowly. "All right. I'll do it."


Bradley's face lit up and he smiled. "Thanks so much Jenna! I really appreciate it! Jeremy and I have been wanting to go out somewhere nice for a while and this will finally let us. Thank you!" He stood and grabbed a bottle of lube from the velvet bag. "I'll get this nice and slick for you. Go ahead and warm yourself up while i do that."


Jenna closed her eyes and kicked herself mentally, wondering what she'd gotten herself into now. Too late to back out now, she reasoned. Reaching down, Jenna stroked her lips, biting her lip. Pressing two fingers into her passage, Jenna began to thrust in and out slowly, groping her chest and tugging on her nipples. Jenna continued her fingering until she was set enough to slip a third finger inside, planing on trying for a forth. Jenna's breath quickened as she worked herself. Each thrust brought brought forth a little more of Jenna's natural lubricant, each flick of her erect teats bringing a moan to her lips. Before she could add another digit to prepare herself for the penetrating toy, Brad returned, setting the stool down in front of the vixen and having a seat.


"All right Jenna, it's all ready for you." He told her, holding up the dildo for her to see. It's purple body now was now a bit glossy with the generous amount of lube used. "Are you ready?" He asked, waiting to take action until Jenna was sure.


Jenna withdrew her fingers from her passage, running them over her clit as she did. Her slightly open muff left exposed to the tiger. "Um, I guess so." She watched the firm tool that would soon be buried in her and added,"so, um, how will this work? I mean, beyond this obvious."


"You just tell me when to stop," Brad answered patiently. "We use as much or as little as you want. I'll clean up any blood," he paused and winked, "and we'll do a few motions to make sure you get used to the feeling." Brad placed the dildo at her entrance, preparing to push. "Deep breath now."


Jenna gasped a bit when the purple tip gingerly kissed her lower lips. It felt slick and kind of slimy to the vixen. She sucked in breath as it began to push against, then slide inside of her; the lube ensuring that there was little resistance. She jumped when the head finally popped inside of her tight cunny. The vixen bit her lip as she watched the purple tube slide into her body, slowly invading her love passage. Jenna wondered if rather then the toy's length she had been worried about, she should have been worrying about it's impressive girth instead. Jenna had fooled around with a few boys from school and played with a few toys in her twat, but nothing had ever filled her up this much. Jenna could feel every ridge, very silicon vein pressed against her sensitive walls. Honestly it felt a little uncomfortable to the vixen, but she couldn't deny how amazing it felt at the same time.


After a few inches, brad paused and looked up at the vixen expectantly, waiting for her permission to continue. The vixen was already feeling like this toy might end up splitting her in half, but she nodded anyway, panting lightly. Brad resumed his insertion, making Jenna close her eyes and throw her head back, moaning quietly. Jenna's lips greedily swallowed inch after inch, reaching depths that the vixen never had before. The fox could feel her eyes roll back as she hit the second row of ridges. One by one they were forced through, each making the vixen yip softly with its entrance. Brad looked at her questioningly but kept going, watching as a little more vanished inside of the vixen's body, excess lube smearing the white furred lips. Just as Jenna was feeling she couldn't handle any more, the faux penis suddenly bumped into her cervix, stopping it's decent. Jenna looked down to see more than half the length buried inside of her hungry pussy. She reached down an stroked her lower belly, swearing she could feel the hard silicon within.


"Impressive," Brad said as he too looked at how much the vixen had taken. "Most girls I work with don't go in more than four or five inches at most. How does it feel?"


"It's, um, yeah..." Was all Jenna could say. She had never felt so full in her life. Every movement she made caused the walls squeezing the toy rub against the veins and ridges, sending shocks up her spine. 


Brad chuckled softly, reaching into a small tub on the floor. He pulled out a sterile wet wipe and began to dap around the base of the imbedded dildo, wiping away imaginary blood since Jenna didn't have a hymen to break. "Give it a moment to get used to it. It should get a little more comfortable in a minute." 


Jenna swallowed hard, whimpering pleasurably as the tiger rubbed her lips, occasionally brushing against her clit. As the minutes passed, Jenna's body became accustomed to the purple toy. It didn't feel make the fox feel any less full, but it didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore. Jenna bashfully placed a hand on her boob and placed it over her nipple, subtly toying with the erect teat. Jenna's breath quickened as she played and Brad's wipe began to catch her leaking juices.


Brad smiled privately at how much the vixen was enjoying this. "All right, Jenna," he said as he put away the wipes. "We're all done with that." He took hold of the toy and began to slowly pull, drawing a loud moan from the vixen. The fox's eyes were closed as she squirmed lightly with pleasure and the dildo was soaked with the vixen's honey. Much sooner than Jenna would have liked, the head pulled from her lips, leaving them gaping slightly.


Jenna watched the used toy in the tiger's hand. "That's it?" Jenna asked, feeling a hunger inside her loins.


Brad fought back a smile as he wiped the toy clean, giving it a considering glance. "Well," he said teasingly, "that's all we're required to do." Brad knew privately that they could in fact go farther if the girls desired, but he always liked teasing them.


"Couldn't we do just a little more?" Jenna asked in a quiet tone so no one would hear them.


"I suppose we could-"


"Taking advantage of my charges?" Amelia's voice suddenly sounded out from right behind Jenna, making her jump. Before Jenna could look up, the white wolfess winked at Bradley, who smiled back. "Unacceptable. Jenna wouldn't want that to happen."


"Um, but!" Jenna quickly squeaked, looking up at her handler. "I don't want to stop yet!"


"Oh?" Amelia said tauntingly, a knowing grin on her face. "You were so nervous before, so scared of being touched by Brad. Now you want him toying around inside you?"


Jenna's ears flattened against her head and she whimpered. "Yes, please! It felt so good!"


Amelia placed her hands on Jenna's shoulders, messaging them. "I don't know, I could get in trouble. I wouldn't want that."


Jenna frowned unhappily. "It didn't stop you before!" She protested. She didn't think Brad would be a problem if Amelia was willing to flirt in front of him.


"I guess it didn't," Amelia laughed, "but if you want to play, you'll have to bribe me!" Amelia leaned down and pressed her lips against the vixen's own smiling lips. Amelia's hands snaked down from the fox's shoulders to her orange and white chest. Taking two hand fulls of the vixen's lovely lumps, Amelia squeezed them and tweaked the pink nipples. Jenna moaned into the kiss, allowing Amelia to slip her tongue into the teen's mouth to play with the vixen's own. The kiss went on for a minute or two before the wolfess reluctantly pulled away, releasing her hold on Jenna's mammaries.


"All right, foxy." Amelia said with an amused tone. "I guess you can have your fun, but!" She held up a finger quickly, "you'll have to lube it up yourself!" She took her finger and gently placed it on the vixen's lips. She pressed lightly until Jenna opened her mouth and allowed her finger entrance. Jenna sucked softly on the white furred digit, running her tongue along it until Amelia pulled it back out.


Bradley stepped forward, the implement in hand. "Shall I?" Amelia nodded and stepped back for the tiger. He stepped next to Jenna and held up the toy, being careful not to rush or be too forceful with the fox.


Jenna waited until the head of the toy kissed her lips, speaking entrance. Rather than open her mouth and get straight to business, Jenna decided to put on a show for her two partners. She ran her tongue over the tip playfully before moving over the entire head. Once it was covered, Jenna finally parted her lips and began to engulf the silicon toy. With a soft moan, Jenna felt the dildo stretching her jaw wide and she wondered if it might be too big for her mouth. She managed however, taking it in until her mouth was full. Brad was careful not to push so far that it gagged the poor girl. Jenna held the used toy on her tongue, the rubbery taste mixed with the strange taste of the lube and Jenna's own taste, which she'd never had before. She found she liked it and bean swirling her tongue around its length to get as much of the flavor as possible, covering it in saliva at the same time.


Brad pulled the tool back from the vixen's mouth until it was about halfway out. He held it there and waited. Catching on, Jenna moved her head forward, taking the toy back in until she couldn't comfortably take in any more. She began to repeat the process, closing her eyes and bobbing her head back and forth, sucking like she was servicing a real dick. Jenna moaned softly, barely audible over the lewd slurping sounds she was making. Between her legs, her fingers were buried inside of her love tunnel, thrusting in time with her head. She continued to use her run her tongue over every part of the faux penis she could, occasionally darting out of her filled mouth to lick at parts she couldn't fit inside. She continued for a few minutes until the toy was covered with enough of her spit to lube it for her passage. Brad placed a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back to stop her. Instead of removing the fuck stick, he pushed until Jenna's mouth was completely full again and held it there.


He reached up and began to stroke Jenna's muzzle, running his hand over her stuffed cheeks. "I love my husband," he said as he felt under Jenna's mouth, running down the toys length. "But there's just something about a woman with her mouth full of cock."


"Especially yours?" Amelia asked amused.


"Not often," Brad answered, "usually it's Jeremy that's with the ladies." Brad's hand began to drift down Jenna's throat as he spoke, "though I do like to partake at times." With those words, his hand reached the vixen's chest. He gently groped the teen, his hands strong and sure but tender enough to not be painful. Jenna jumped with surprise, nearly gagging herself, as she felt his hand take ahold of her.


Noticing Jenna's reaction, Amelia half leaped from her spot to gently take ahold of Brad's hand. She held it in her own, not angrily, but firmly. "Brad," she said seriously, "I know we're having fun, but you should know how serious I take touching the girls in ways they don't want." Jenna gave her a questioning, accusatory look, but Amelia didn't break eye contact with the tiger. The wolf's whole body was tense, ready to pounce at the slightest notice.


Brad quickly retracted his hand, ears back in shame, though Amelia still didn't relax. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away." He pulled the toy from Jenna's mouth gently. "I'm sorry Jenna, I don't know what came over me."


Jenna quickly sat up, placing a hand on Amelia to calm her. "It's all right," Jenna reassured him, "I'm not mad, just surprised." Amelia gave Jenna a quick glance and finally relaxed, though she remained by the vixen's side. "I thought that you were, um," Jenna stumbled for a second, "not interested in girls? You didn't seem to be getting any kind of thrill earlier."


Brad smiled a little at the vixen. "I do have a husband," he confirmed, "but we're both bi, actually. As for before," he drew himself up with pride, "I take great pride in being able to completely control my emotions during my job. It's just," he added, looking sheepish, "when we were playing, I lost it a little."


Jenna shook her head, "it's okay, really. Honestly," she added, turning her attention to Amelia, "I'm more surprised by you."


"Me?" Amelia asked, trying to look innocent.


"Yes, you," Jenna said insistently. "You didn't have any problem touching in the shower, and the things you did with me and Sylvia. What's with the sudden aggression about touching me inappropriately?"


Amelia looked very uncomfortable under Jenna's accusation, stammering out, "W-Well, you weren't complaining, were you? You enjoyed yourself."


"In the end, sure," Jenna admitted. "I wasn't at first."


"You asked me to do it, remember?" Amelia asked flatly.


"Because you were bothering Victoria." Jenna pressed on. "I wouldn't have come to you if you hadn't."


"I told you, I was just teasing her!" Amelia said defensively as she crossed her arms. "Besides, shouldn't you be getting on with your play time? There's not much time so hurry." Before Jenna could answer, Amelia turned and walked off.


"Amelia," Jenna called after her, starting to rise, but was stopped by Brad.


"Best to let her go for now," he warned, "she'll be alright."


"But-"


"She just needs some time, trust me." Brad cut Jenna off, trying to reassure her. "I've known Amelia for years now. She can be a bit moody from time to time. In a bit, she'll be ready to talk again." He paused for a moment before deciding to shift gears to distract Jenna. "In the mean time," he said, trying to sound seductive, "do you still want to pick up where we left off?"


Jenna cast one last look to where the white wolfess had disappeared, then turned back around. "Um, sure, I guess."


Brad gave cupped Jenna's muzzle gently, giving her a reassuring look. Without saying anything more, Brad pulled the stool back over and took a seat. "I hope your still ready for this."


Jenna looked down to between her legs to her still swollen lips. Feeling a bit adventurous and wanting to assure Brad she was going through with this, Jenna put in a flirtatious voice and said, "maybe you should reach in and check for me."


Brad's eyes widened as he glance up at the vixen, but he quickly turned it to a smirk. "Careful with your teasing, I might just take you up on it."


"Who's teasing?" Jenna smirked back.


Brad didn't answer. Instead he reached up and ran two fingers up Jenna's slit until they were resting on her clit. He watched as Jenna moaned and squirmed, but made no signs she wanted him to stop. Emboldened, he toyed with the sensitive nub under his fingers, driving the vixen crazy. Once he had a small trickle of juices leaking out of Jenna's pussy, he ceased his manipulations of her clit. He took his fingers and hovered them over the vixen's entrance. He waited until Jenna started whimpering with need, looking pleadingly at the male before her, then rammed his fingers home. The fox cried out loudly and arched her back, the nerves inside of her exploding with pleasure. With the vixen already wet, Brad was able to hammer his fingers into her with as much speed as he wanted. Jenna could only grip the arm rests tightly, panting and moaning as the tiger worked her over, thrusting fast as he could. Before the vixen could come close to orgasming, the tiger pulled his fingers free. He held his hand up so the panting fox could also see his soaked fingers. Taking his time, he extended his tongue and slowly licking them clean, murring at the taste.


"Delicious," he purred, "you have a wonderful taste, Jenna." He chuckled at the vixen's blush. "Anyway, it seems like your ready down here."


Brad picked up the dildo once again, making Jenna perk up again. He placed it against her lips once more but didn't fill the vixen like before. Instead he positioned it longways between her folds. He began to move it up and down between her lips, making sure it came into contact with Jenna's pearl. The vixen's nectar coated the toy in places her mouth work hadn't, keeping it from becoming uncomfortable. Each stroke tore a pleasurable gasp from the girl, a low moan followed by a quick breath in preparation for the next. Once Brad had the rest of of the toy lubed up, he removed it and positioned back at Jenna's opening. A mere second of anticipation, and Brad drove the stick home much faster than before. Jenna's wet passage was still slightly stretched from before, allowing the silicon cock to quickly and easily invade her depths. Brad must have had an amazing memory because he managed to stop a hair away from her inner door instead of crashing into it.


"Oh makers!" Jenna cried out, legs trembling from the insertion. "I've never felt anything like this! It's incredible!"


"It's just getting started," Brad promised. He slowly began to withdraw for a few inches before ramming it back, repeating it a few more times for good measure. He slowed and once again came to a stop against her cervix. Before the vixen could complain Brad began to pull it out again, but this time he twisted it in his hand. The dildo corkscrewed out of the vixen, the ridges and veins digging into Jenna's walls. He continued until only the head remained inside Jenna's pussy, then thrust it straight back in. Without hesitation he pulled it out twisting it the other way. He continued with this tactic for a few minutes, speeding it up subtly.


Jenna thrashed in her chair, biting her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. She almost couldn't handle the stimulation she was experiencing. Her moans had changed to high pitched whines, her breaths coming in gasps and pants. Each thrust into her depths came with a squishing sound from her soaked cunt. She began thrusting her hips in time with Brads, causing the toy to impact with her cervix more than once. It was uncomfortable, but couldn't deny it gave her an exotic thrill to be reaching parts of herself she never had before.


Brad continued his thrusting, noting how he didn't think he'd ever had someone this enthusiastic before. He couldn't help but feel some arousal watching his eager partner's enjoyment. He smiled to himself, knowing his husband would love to hear about this later as the two of them made love. If Jenna did decide to go out with his nephew after all of this, he knew Travis would have his hands full keeping the vixen satisfied. He continued to fuck the teen for a few more minutes before he knew they needed to wrap up. Emboldened by Jenna's allowance of his actions before, he reached up and began to toy with her clit.


Jenna's mouth had been hanging open, tongue lolling out. She'd been lost to the world since Brad started and she'd lost all sense of the passage of time. She snapped back a little when she felt the tiger toying with her pleasure buzzer again. His expert fingers manipulated in just the right ways to send her over the edge. Jenna three her head back, crying out her euphoria as she peaked. She squeezed and milked the false cock inside her while her juices squirted out around its base. Her climax went on for a minute or so before she collapsed in her chair, trying to catch her breath. Her fur was matted wth sweat from her exertions.


Pleased with his handiwork, Brad slowly pulled the dildo from the fox's drenched folds. Jenna moaned softly as he did and more of her fluids followed the implement, soaking her fur. Brad took a few of the sterile wipes and intended to start cleaning. Instead, he got an idea and held the it in front of the vixen's face, still dripping with her nectar. Without a word, Jenna extended her tongue and began to lick at the silicon rod. She murred softly at her own taste, her tongue running languidly along it's length. Brad allowed her a few more licks before he pulled it away with a chuckle, wiping the rest off with the wipe. After he had it clean to his satisfaction, he replaced it and the lube from before back into their velvet bag.


"So I trust you are satisfied with my work?" Brad asked teasingly as he put the bag away.


"Hmm-mm," Jenna nodded, sitting up. "So now I guess I'm supposed to get dressed? I'm guessing I'm not wearing the robe again."


"No," Brad confirmed, "we'll be dressing you in the outfits you'll be wearing at the game. Some of the girls are probably already dressed. The rest should be finishing up soon, then they'll get dressed."


"Finishing up?" Jenna asked, but as she did she heard a pleasure filled moan from one of the girls nearby. Quickly putting two and two together, she asked, "I thought you weren't supposed to go any farther? I didn't have to 'bribe' Amelia at all, did I?"


Brad shook his head, grin plastered on his muzzle. "Not at all!" He said happily. "Though I'm sure you didn't mind. In truth," he lowered his voice a little and moved closer to the vixen, "there's actually a special chemical mixed into the lube. It'll keep you girls aroused for the rest of the night. In case things go bad for your team. Since its most potent when its first applied, we are allowed to get you girls off if you request it. Your not really supposed to know, but where's the harm?"


Jenna couldn't help but blush as the tiger spoke. They were being chemically induced into a temporary heat?! No wonder they wanted it kept quiet! Before she could complain, a thought occurred to the fox. Emily hadn't received the treatment like she had.


"What about those that don't choose to, um, get treated?" Jenna asked. "What will they do if things 'go bad' tonight?"


"Well," Brad thought for a moment, "I guess they'll just have to do without help. It's strictly up to you girls if you want to use the toys, and that's the only way to get treated." He held out his hand to help the vixen up.


"You should tell them," Jenna said somberly as she took his paw. "They might agree if they knew why. It's not fair to trick us anyway." Brad helped the vixen to her feet. She was surprised to find it a little hard to stand after her dicking. She had a feeling she'd be walking a funny for a while.


"Maybe not," Brad admitted, "but it's what's required of us by the Collective, and the Collective knows best."  Jenna was ready to fire something acidic back in response but was quickly cut off by the tiger continuing to talk. "Now, we need to get you dressed. Head back down to where you saw the closets by the door and wait for me there. I just have a few last minute details to take care of."


He shooed her out of his space before she could protest and she found herself standing outside of the curtained area alone. Finding no benefit in trying to argue with Bradley, Jenna turned and headed to the front of the room. As she walked she made sure to keep an eye out for a certain white wolfess. She spotted Amelia standing by an empty section watching Niki and her stylist walking by. The vixen moved quickly next to the wolfess and took her hand, pulling her into the empty curtained space. Amelia seemed to be expecting Jenna, as she didn't seem startled when her hand was grabbed. She did allow herself to be led, however.