Our New Life Ch. 3

Chapter 3

I hate society. Any of the current, and the old, one caused too much problems. People don't know how to be social.

I walk to class, and avoid most of the guys trying to sweet talk me into sleeping with them. I make it into the lockers, and other bunny girls are sitting around, chatting. I get a spot about three fourths down, and sit down. The concert bench was cold, and the outfit didn't provide much protection. One of the girls leans over, "I'm Katie!" She shakes my hand. I look her over. She was blond too, but her arms were a nice gold color, where mine were white. Her body was curvy, but nowhere near mine. "You were Phoenix Shadow, right? I'm x56677." I think for a moment, "Oh, now I remember! Nice to meet you. You can call me Kim." She
smiles, and opens her mouth to say something, but then the P.E. teacher walks in.

He was short, fat, and balding. He was taller than us, had a gut somewhat, and just was a normal human male. "Ladies!" he shouts, "Stand up." We all stand. A giggly girl (what was she as a male?) asks a question, "Um, this is the ladies locker room. You shouldn't be in here." Her friends giggle. The teacher grins, "You ladies are bunnies. Your job is to make me happy. So I am the perfect one for this job. I will make sure you complete everything that will make a man happy. You all will be perfect dancers later. Now, any more questions?" The group remains silent, even the giggly ones. I mentally groan, because I knew he wasn't going to go easy on me. He walks down the aisle, checking everyone out. He reaches Katie, looks her over, and then walks over to me. He walks on, I think sweet, and then he does a double take. "You got a nice body there, Blondie," he says, adjusting his pants. "Name's Kim," I say. "Did I say you can speak, Blondie? Your job is to dance, and ask for drinks if you work at a casino. Got it?" he says, coldly. I open my mouth, and his hand is around my throat, back and back of my head against the lockers. He looks into my eyes, says coldly, "You don't speak unless you are serving drinks. You can nod." I dug my nails into his arm, trying to breathe. I try to nod, and he lets me go. I cough, breathing heavily. Katie grabs my arm, holding me up. "That's right, help each other out, like real women!" he shouts at us. My head was still down, and I glare at him. I get my breathing back to normal and stand up. "Blondie, see me in my office when class is over, okay?" He asks. I just stare at him. He walks down, finishing up, and then says, "Ladies, across the hall, now." We turn, and walk out.

The room across from us had what we dreaded. A giant stage on one side, and around the area, stripper poles. "Ladies, my name is Tim Zenny. You will call me Mr. Zenny. Now, you can choose, dance at the poles, or dance on stage. You will be graded at the end of the class. Now move!" Katie and I walk back, hoping to get the stage, but that filled up, so we resorted to the poles. We stood by ours, and the idiot walks by, "Start dancing you two," he orders. I do a few half-hearted spins, and he says, "Blondie, get into it." I start to dance harder, just so we could be alone. The idiot never left, probably because he was so focused on me that if he looked at another girl, even a naked one, he would probably lose his boner.

Four hours later, Katie and I sit on the bench, panting. We both worked hard. She probably did, simply because she was in eyesight range.  Mr. Zenny walks down, "Blondie, my office!" I sigh, and get up. Every swing of my hips felt like lead weight flying. I walk in, and stare at him, sitting in his chair, a grin on his ugly face. "You did okay today, Blondie. So I decided on what you should do tomorrow. You will strip for me tomorrow, got it?" He looks at me. I smile, and say, "Why? Didn't get enough sperm in your pants, Tammy?" He jumps at the name, "What did you say?!?" "Tammy," I said, keeping my cool, "You, like all those annoying government jerks, hated being women. You hated being weak. You hated the monthly cycle, and the pain you had to go through with birth. You even tried switching genders, but the idiot doctors didn't have a penis for you." I sneer at the face he was giving me, "I read in the paper about you, before the change. Your last name didn't change, so it was easy for me to figure you out. But why did you pick me?" He glares, "I saw your eyes. You hate that figure of yours. You wish someone else will have it. Well, sorry to break the news, you are stuck in that body." He laughs, and I feel like nailing his boner with my fist. He wipes his eyes, and says, "Blondie, here's the deal. You suck my dick, you pass the class. Refuse, you will fail. I plan to make you the most submissive Bunny here. You understand me?" I stare wide eye at him, "I am protected by the rules. You can't do that to me!" He grins, "Blondie, this is a new world order. Normal humans are the best. You animals do whatever we want. The government will back me, rather than you. So, want to get it over with?" I stare wide eye at him. Not because of his request, but the true statements. The government was all normal humans, and they would back this scum bag of a human, rather than me. "Hey, idiot," this made him mad, "Stop, and think for a moment. I hate you, and you want me to suck that tiny thing you call a dick. Hm, what is stopping me from biting down on it?" He opens his jaw, closes it, opens it again, and says, "You wouldn't!" "You don't understand what power is," I laugh, turn and walk out of his house. He sat there, stumped.

Katie stood there, holding my bag, and said, "What was that about?" I grab my stuff, and head to the door. She follows, and we walk to lunch. "He wants me to give him a blow job, and also strip," I whisper to her. God, I hate being sweaty. My stench was sweet smiling, and a lot of guys turn their heads at us. "A blow job? Really? Why?" whisper Katie back.  "To make me more submissive. I told him that if I stick something in my mouth, most of the time, I eat it," I joked. She giggles, and then we make it to the cafeteria, and sit get some food. We both got the basic meal, which looked the best among the What-will-kill-me-the-fastest? We pay for our food, and then walk into the main area, seeing no spots, open. I suggested the area that I sat at when I was in school, next to the vending machine. We sit down, the floor still cold. We were about to eat, when a maid walked over, and dropped her bag right on top of mine. "Hey!" I shout, looking up at Vivi. She grins, and then jump hugs me. Now get this, I am sitting on the ground, which made me shorter than her, and my back was against the wall. Vivi's head made a nice coconut sound, and she fell over, landing on her butt. "Ouch," she says, "MEROW!" She shoots up, grabbing her tail, and then fell back on her butt, the maid skirt not tucked around her, and a tail twitching around. "My head, my tail, they hurt," cried the catgirl, rubbing her head. She looked at us, and I could see pain tears on her face. I laugh at her, she gives me a pouty look, and I hug her, "You goof. Well, judging by the sound you made, I think the virus removed your brain!" Katie giggles, and Vivi grins. Another set of girl legs appear, and we hear Winry go, "Wow, I heard it from over there. That was loud, Vivi." Crystal and Winry laugh, and then sit down, and started to eat. Hikari walks over, "Another Bunny? Geeze, science was right, you multiply!" We all laugh, and when we stop, I introduce Katie to the group. Everyone shared their information, and then we talked about classes, and what not. They were all surprised about what I had to do with my teacher. "I should talk to him, Kim," Winry said. I shake my head, "Nah, I gave him something to think about. Blow jobs involve the mouth, and my jaw isn't broken." The group laughs.

After we ate, the group splits up, but this time Vivi comes with me and Katie. We walk down the hall, and enter the classroom. A bunch of other caatgirls, and bunnygirls were all standing around. Only a few mixed species, while most stayed with similar groups. Everyone eyed me when they saw me, and eyes and hatred followed me. We find a corner, and lean against the wall.  A purple hair bunny walk over, "Hey, cats are over there." See points to the other side of the room. I look around, noticing that all the mix groups stood in the middle, creating a line for the species. "Move it," Purple says. "I'm comfy, so are my friends, and we're staying here." Purple was about to punch me, when the teacher walks in, a blue hair, huskie ear and tail doggirl, and she smiles at us, "Ready to be great servers?" Purple raises her hand, "What is this class, exactly?" The teacher grins, "Well, maids and serves need to know how to cook, take orders, handle people, and serve food and drinks. This class will teach you how to do all those things!" She looks around, "Now, I am a good doggie, and I will let you pick your groups. I want groups of three or four, and try to mingle, ladies, you might be working together." Purple sneers at us, "Only the losers mingle together." We ignored her, and walked over to the stations. It was set up like a cook's kitchen might be. "Okay, each group is at a station, good. Now, there is a recipe on the counter. You are to make that by end of class, and then select one person to serve it. Good luck," the teacher said. We sigh. "Anyone have any cooking background?" I ask. The other to shake their head. "Well, let's try our best!" cheers Vivi, looking at the list.

2 hours later, our cake came out. We volunteered (by volunteer, we mean force) Katie to do the serving. The groups sit at the table, and each were served some of the food. Ours came out the best, and it still wasn't that great. "Ladies, nice start. By the end of the year, you should be 10 times better!" shouts the teacher, her tail wagging, "Well, the day is over, and time to head out. Have a good night!" We all leave together, and walk to the main room. Other people were gathering, and I spotted Winry and ran up to her. We scared her, and laugh, before getting attacked by a Fox, and Hound. The group laughs, and we decide to go outside to enjoy the warm weather. "So, how was your day?" I ask the group. Crystal had a decent day, Hikari a great day, Winry a perfect day (lucky) and Vivi had a better day after lunch. We walk to a parking lot, where I used to park a lot, and found Winry's car. We were about to get in, when a familiar voice, only to me, says, "What, no hug?" I spin, dropping my bag, and pulled a Vivi, tackling Daniel to the ground, "You!" I knew from that moment on, the day was going to get better!