I was so excited at the thought of seeing Candy again that I arrived a full half hour early. But then I remembered how nervous I was at the thought of having sex with a dog, and I spent the next twenty minutes in my car. With the five minutes it took me to enter the building and make it past both the secretary and the security guards, I was only five minutes early. Candy must have been waiting for me, because her office door was open and she waved me in before I could even knock.
“Good morning, Miss Lez,” she said, her lips curling into the sexiest smile I had ever seen.
I was once again shocked by how beautiful she was. She now wore a black, skintight dress. Not only did it make her eyes pop, but it hugged her frame with utter perfection. The mere sight of it—or rather the sublime body that lay beneath—was enough to make me wet. Resisting the urge to reach out and kiss her was nearly impossible, but I somehow managed it. I continued gawking at her until I realized it had been nearly a minute and still I had yet to speak.
“‘Morning,” I finally muttered. Then, after a short pause, I added, “Please call me Barbie.”
“Very well, Barbie, are you ready for your first day of bestiality school?”
I was terrified, but also incredibly excited. This was the most extreme trend I had ever investigated. Either I would fall in love with bestiality or I would lose my nerve and blow the biggest deal of my entire career. In other words, I was nowhere near ready.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said honestly.
Candy chuckled.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “You’ll have a blast. I promise.”
I’m not sure why, but I believed her. Perhaps it’s because I had the world’s biggest crush on her. Or maybe it’s because she was the closest thing to a bestiality expert there was and I respected her for it.
“Here’s your outfit for the day,” said Candy, gesturing to the small stack of clothes that stood atop her desk.
“Outfit?”
“Each class has a different theme,” she explained. “Outfits will be provided for you. You may proceed to the changing room. By the time you emerge, I will be in the classroom. Simply wait for the light to turn green, then enter.”
I muttered something that could pass for an “okay” and grabbed the small stack of clothes. I turned to leave, but only made it a few steps before Candy’s voice brought me to a halt.
“I almost forgot,” she said. “We employ the latest in holographic technology to animate our classrooms. Most of what you see will be holograms. Only us, a few basic pieces of furniture and your lover will be real.”
“O-okay,” I stuttered. For some reason, learning about the holograms made me more nervous than the prospect of having sex with a dog. Thank god I had an outfit to put on or I would have spent the next few minutes—or hours—trying to figure out why I felt this way.
I made my way to the changing room. It was a small space with a single locker, a bench and a mirror. I locked the door and got to work. Getting undressed was easy—I had worn a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Getting dressed was slightly trickier. Not because of the complexity of the outfit, but rather the snugness of it. The bra and panty set I had been given were skimpy they only covered the bare minimum. The plaid skirt that made up the first half of my outfit was so short it barely covered my butt. As for the plain white blouse, it came without buttons. I was forced to tie it into a knot, which left every inch of my cleavage on display. I looked like a slutty schoolgirl. You wouldn’t catch me dead wearing such an outfit in public. Still, I was rather excited at the prospect of parading my nubile body in front of Candy.
Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I unlocked the changing room door and emerged into the hallway. As promised, Candy was no longer in her office. I turned to the door marked with the words “The Classroom.” A few inches below the engraving stood what I had initially believed to be a peephole. Only now it glowed red, which told me it was in fact the light Candy had told me about. Once it turned green, I could enter.
I was grateful for the opportunity to gather myself. Or rather I would have been had the light not turned green moments after I noticed it.
“This it is,” I muttered. I took a deep breath, reached out and twisted the knob. The door swung open. I could easily have peeked in, but I chose to keep my gaze down until I was inside the room. Only once the door was closed did I look up. What I found was quite unexpected.
I was in a classroom. While the engraving on the door should have been a clear indicator, I had assumed it was merely a name. Yet there stood Candy, wearing the sexiest teacher’s uniform I had ever seen. Behind her stood a chalkboard, upon which the words “Miss Love – Sex Ed. 101” were written in chalk. Before her stood a massive oak desk. It was similar to the one in her office, only slightly smaller. Beyond the desk were five rows of five small desks. All but one of the desks were occupied. I studied the students. They were all girls and had on uniforms that were similar to mine. I say “similar” because theirs actually covered up most of their bodies. The skirts came down to their knees, and their blouses actually had buttons, of which only the top one remained unfastened.
All eyes were on me. I had never been good at public speaking—that’s why I had chosen to become a writer—so I just stood there, frozen in shock. I kept telling myself none of it was real, but it didn’t work. The students were so lifelike I had trouble believing they were holograms.
“You must be our new student,” suddenly said Candy, snapping me out of my stunned trance.
I wished Candy had told me the basics in advance, but it was too late for that. I played along, introducing myself and taking a seat when prompted. On my way to my desk, I tripped and slammed into one of the desks. While the desk was real, the student sitting behind it wasn’t. My hand passed right through her, unaffected. While she did not seem to feel me inside her, the other students started laughing. Deep down I knew it wasn’t real, yet my cheeks turned red with embarrassment. I quickly pulled myself up and hurried to my desk.
“All right, class,” said Candy once I was seated. “Let’s begin.”
The laughter caused by my stumble immediately ceased, leaving the class eerily quiet. The students clearly respected Candy’s authority. Or rather, their programming forced them to act as such.
“Who here has had sex?” she asked. I raised my hand without thinking. It wasn’t until I noticed I was the only one that I realized my mistake. By then it was too late.
It made no sense. How could I possibly be the only one to have had sex? This was a high school. How could all twenty-four of this class’s students still be virgins? Unless… This was clearly an all-girls school. What if it was also a boarding school? It would explain why I was the only one to have been intimate. Well, that and the fact that the other students were mere holograms.
“You’ve had sex?” asked Candy.
I wanted to deny it, but it was too late for that. I nodded.
“Perfect,” she said, smiling. “I was hoping for a volunteer.”
I had no idea what she wanted me to volunteer for, but it was obvious I didn’t have a choice in the matter.
“Why don’t you join me?” offered Candy.
I hesitated for a moment, then stood up and made my way to the front of the class. I once again felt my cheeks heat up as I noticed all eyes on me. I knew the students weren’t real, yet their incredible realism made it difficult for me to remain unaffected by their behavior.
“Miss Lex will help me demonstrate the proper way to have sex,” explained Candy.
I was so stunned that I choked on my own saliva. After a long and rather painful coughing bout, I finally recovered.
“Excuse me?” I managed to say.
“You’ve had sex,” explained Candy. “It’s only right you be the one to show your classmates the proper way to have intercourse. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I guess,” I muttered, unconvinced.
There was a moment of silence before Candy spoke again.
“Please remove your clothes.”
My heart skipped a beat. I had to remind myself the students weren’t real. Still, it took me a while to work up the nerve to begin stripping.
Candy watched as I unfastened the knot in my blouse and let the garment slide off my shoulders. Moments later, my skirt joined it on the floor. I hesitated for a moment, then moved on to my underwear. The students giggled when my breasts were revealed, but silence fell as soon as my pussy was uncovered. For a brief moment I was self-conscious, then I realized my classmates weren’t judging me. They were jealous. They eyed my exposed frame enviously. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. But the best part of all was what I noticed Candy checking me out. She looked me up and down, a slight smile curling her lips. Unfortunately, I had no way of knowing whether or not she liked what she saw. For all I knew it was all part of the act.
I’m not sure how long we stood there, staring at one another. I just know that she got right down to business as soon as she was done taking in every inch of my exposed frame.
She whistled. At first I didn’t understand what she was up to, but then I heard a noise to my left. I turned just in time to see a furry shape emerge from the doggy door, which I only now realized had been concealed within the classroom door all along. I was so surprised that I didn’t notice the dog that emerged from it until he brushed past me and leaped into Candy’s arms. She lifted him up and placed him onto her desk. I was now free to study him to my heart’s content.
It was a Russell Terrier. He was rather big for his breed, but still quite small. Most of his body was white, but there were a few brown patches. His tail wagged in what I can only assume was excitement. But it was the high-pitched parks that got to me. It made me realize the moment I had been dreading had finally arrived. I was about to have sex with a dog. Candy must have been reading my mind, because she gave her first command moments later.
“Roll over.” The words hung in the air for a second before the dog dropped to his side and rolled over.
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