In order to keep the public from accusing the Bestiality School of cheating, I had to submit a video recording explaining why I believed I deserved to participate in the Bestiality Championship. Because the recordings would be shown during the competition, I took Candy’s advice and poured my heart and soul into the recording. To me, it sounded cheesy, but both Candy, the Bestiality School CEO and my publisher assured me it was a masterpiece.
I tried convincing Candy to submit a video application, but she categorically refused. Knowing her as I did, I knew that deep down she would have loved to show the whole world what she could do, so I created a video for her and sent it in. Unfortunately, she wasn’t selected. No doubt had the Bestiality School refused to even consider her application because they feared they would be accused of favoritism. Still, it would have been nice to have Candy along for the ride. Little did I know, she would be with me every step of the way.
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Part 1: The Initiation
I awoke to find Candy missing. My first instinct was to panic, but I quickly realized my beautiful girlfriend was either getting ready for work or making us breakfast. Unfortunately, it was neither. In fact, she was nowhere to be found. Clearly, she had left for work early, though I honestly had no idea why. Then again, it didn’t matter. Still, I would have liked to have her by my side when I arrived for my initiation to the Bestiality Championship. Clearly, Candy had more faith in me than I had in myself.
I took a long, cleansing shower, then slipped into the skimpy outfit I had selected for the occasion. It was conservative enough that I could go out in public without being leered at, yet revealing to the point of arousal. In fact, my heart quickened at the sight of my reflection. My long, platinum-blond hair cascaded down my shoulders, framing the delicate features of my face. My fleshy lips glistened with lip gloss. My breasts were barely concealed, revealing massive amounts of cleavage while somehow keeping my nipples hidden. My butt seemed to want to pop out of its fabric prison, yet never managed to. My tight, clean-shaven pussy was the only part of my anatomy that remained entirely hidden, yet it would take very little effort on my part to reveal it to the entire world. In fact, that was precisely what I was preparing myself to do.
Once satisfied with my appearance, I made my way to the kitchen, only to discover that I was too nervous to eat. It was thus on an empty stomach that I made my way to the Bestiality School. The hardest part was making it past the throngs of paparazzi that flooded my driveway. Or so I thought until I reached the Bestiality School. There were easily ten times as many reporters, cameramen, and photographers circling the building. In fact, I was mobbed as soon as I stepped out of the car. It took half a dozen security guards—they must have been waiting for me—to get me from the parking lot to the building’s main entrance. There they left me in the capable hands of the front desk’s secretary. I recognized her as being the very same woman who had manned the previous Bestiality School’s main reception area.
“Nice to see you again,” I said, relieved to see a familiar face. “How have you been?”
Why she would be surprised that I remembered her, I don’t know, but she was. Unlike the two men that soon appeared behind me. I turned at the sound of their footsteps and breathed a sigh of relief when I realized they weren’t paparazzi. Far from it. They were the two very same security guards I had met during my first few visits to the Bestiality School.
“It’s nice to see you again, Miss Lez,” said one of them. The other nodded to indicate he shared the sentiment.
“Great to see you too, boys,” I said as I winked at them.
Their lips curled into smiles, but their grim expressions soon returned. I guess security guards don’t look as scary if they’re smiling.
“Ready do go?” asked one of the two bulky men.
I nodded, though, in reality, I had never been more terrified.
“See you later,” I called back to the secretary, who once again seemed stunned by my friendliness. I guess celebrities are supposed to be assholes. Oh well, I guess that proves it. I’m not a celebrity. At least, not deep down.
I was led down a series of hallways and corridors. We passed through so many doors that I quickly lost count. By the time we finally reached out destination, I was completely lost.
The room we had just entered was quite large, and filled with people. Yet it was completely silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing as soon as I entered and started staring at me. There were cameramen, sound guys, and lighting specialists. As well as wardrobe supervisors, makeup artists and what I can only describe as a sex toy wrangler. There were also nine other hot, confused-looking young women. There was no doubt in my mind I was looking at the other contestants. Just like the crew, they were staring at me with a mixture of awe and disbelief. I suddenly regretted my decision. How could I have ever thought this would be a good idea? But I forgot all about that when I finally spotted the woman running the show.
“Candy?” I blurted out as she hurried toward me. This seemed to snap everyone out of their stunned trance, and they went about their business. Of course, that doesn’t mean they stopped staring at me. Every few seconds, they would stop what they were doing and glance in my direction, as if to make sure I was still there.
“What are you doing here?” I asked when my beautiful girlfriend finally reached me.
“It’s complicated,” she admitted, slightly guiltily. “I was the one who came up with the whole Bestiality Championship concept. I never thought it would become this big. Nor did I foresee the fact that I would be asked to run, and host, the entire thing.”
I couldn’t believe it.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I finally asked once the implications of what she had just revealed finally dawned on me.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” explained Candy.
It was. In fact, I had never been more surprised in my entire life. At least things were finally starting to make sense. I now understood why Candy had been so distant of late. It also explained why she had left before I even awoke. And why the video application I had submitted in her name had been rejected. For all I knew, she had rejected it herself. The only thing I didn’t understand was how she could both run this massive project and still work as a bestiality teacher. Unless…
“What about your job?” I asked.
“I officially retired a few weeks ago,” she explained. “I’ve been working on this full-time for almost a month.”
“What about our deal?” I inquired.
Candy’s cheeks turned red.
“Technically, our agreement was that I would retire from teaching, which I have done,” she explained. “And once the Bestiality Championship is over, my contract will officially be terminated.”
My lips curled into a smile, but the joy evaporated as soon as Candy started speaking again.
“There’s something else you should know,” she said. “They asked me to become their spokes girl. If I accept, I will become the new face of the Bestiality School. It’s basically a part-time job with full-time pay and benefits, but I told them I had to talk things over with you first.”
There was an awkward silence as I struggled to process all that I had just been told. While I had been fantasizing about Candy’s retirement for quite a while, I could tell she really wanted to do this. Plus, it seemed like the best compromise. I would get what I wanted—more time with my beautiful girlfriend—and so would Candy—something to look forward to and keep her busy. It was the perfect solution.
“Whatever makes you happy,” I finally told her.
She was so happy that she pulled me close and pressed her lips to mine. Forgetting about everyone else in the room, I wrapped my arms around I passionately explored every inch of her oral cavity. It wasn’t until our lips finally parted that I realized everyone was staring at us. A few seemed shocked by our public display of Sapphic love, but most just stared at us with curled lips and a dumb look.
“We should probably get started,” muttered Candy.
I agreed, struggling to keep my cheeks from turning a bright shade of red.
It was my first time on a movie set, and I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. Luckily, Candy was quite a skilled leader, and she made sure everybody knew what they were supposed to do. She started be interviewing each contestant. This was not only designed to make the viewers relate to the players, but it would also allow them to pick a favorite contestant. This was very important as the scores given to the players were determined by the number of votes they received. The more people liked you, the more votes you would get and the better your chances of winning. Because I was the celebrity of the group, my questions were a lot more personal than the other competitors’. Luckily, Candy was the interviewer, so she knew when to push me and when to lay off.
Once the interviews were over, the first round of the competition began. Unlike the interviews, these would be broadcast live across the web. Anyone with a computer, an internet connection, and a credit card could watch the perverse performances. There were different payment plans, but the end result was that the Bestiality School was making a boat-load of money. Within minutes of the first performance, millions of people around the world had tuned in. Halfway through, that number had grown to the tens of millions. By the time I was told my turn had come—I was scheduled to go last because I was the most famous of the competitors, and Candy thought it would be best to end things on a high note—there were over a hundred million people watching. I really wished Candy wouldn’t have told me this because it made me more nervous than I already was.
“Are you okay?” asked Candy as we neared the Classroom. From what the crew had told me—I had spent the last six hours or so hanging out with them, and we were now one big family—that it was the same type of room as the Classroom where I had lost my bestial virginity. However, there were two main differences. First of all, the room was equipped with dozens of hidden cameras, which would allow for my every move to be captured and broadcast across the world, while still retaining the immersive effect of the experience. Second of all, the room was roughly ten times the size of the original Classroom, which also played a large role in the overall immersion.
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