Hannah Dershowitz had to take long strides to keep pace with Naomi as the basketball player led her god knows where. The frazzled haired ginger was small, thin as a cute and fragile bunny, with most of her bulk coming from the thick and heavy sweater she wore. “Gonna tell me why we’re running around the entire school now?” She was feeling winded even with her friend carrying both their backpacks and had to constantly adjust her glasses to keep them from falling off the bridge of her nose. “Please?”
“Shhsssh,” the other teen made a motion for Hannah to be quiet, “oh, fuck they’ve already started. Let’s hurry, you don’t want to miss this!” Naomi took the red-head’s hand in hers and almost didn’t wait for Hannah to mentally prepare herself before she rushed them into the equipment locker on the far side of the school. “Sorry, I’m late... Oh, hey, nice to see you two. Abbie?”
“You would be late, but I don’t think Lena and Jez are very good at this. And, yeah, she told us.” The sound of Pradha Chaudhari’s giggling made Hannah instantly alert, but her hopes were dashed as she took in the other occupants of the room. Guess she wasn’t here. Just Pradha, Charlee, Abbie, and Chloe sitting on scattered equipment watching as the Phys Ed teacher drove Jezebel, which left the bleach-white haired girl as (Se)Lena, like a cruel slave driver. “I never knew watching someone else work would be this exhausting.” She teased and patted a free space on a plinth for Hannah to join them.
“So glad they were two who got caught fucking first. Otherwise we’d be down there.” Chloe added, smiling impishly.
Jezebel held a basketball and a soccer ball in either hand asking which Selena and Amber thought was closest to her breast-size. “Naomi!” Selena could kiss her knight-in-cheetah-team-colors for ending their drudgery. The teacher had ambushed them the second they finished their classes and kept them locked in here for over an hour as everyone else slowly dropped in. “Tell me that’s everyone. Amber isn’t letting us stop otherwise.” She pleaded with the same intensity Hannah had a minute earlier.
“Can someone tell me what’s going?” Hannah asked again. Jezebel shot first her then Naomi a look clearly asking who she was and how much she had been told.
Naomi shrugged. “Hannah, meet Jezebel and Selena. I vouch for her.” Agreement immediately came from the two cheerleaders, which made Hannah all warm and fuzzy inside. The red-headed girl hugged Chaudhari and reached out for Baker to have her join them. “Didn’t want to say anything and mess with your presentation.”
“My name is Selena Lyall. Youngest daughter of Caleb, Alpha of the Lyall Werewolf pack, and his bonded mate Artemis Lyall. I, uh,” all of this suddenly felt like Selena’s first day at Stokerville High. Introducing herself to the other students and the teacher standing patiently behind her as she worked up the courage to list her name, her favorite food, and a hobby. Jezebel pressed into her side, her breasts enveloping Selena’s arm, and looked to her Alpha with all the trust she muster into her sparkling and beautiful eyes. “Because I naturally didn’t shift into a Werwolf at thirteen or any subsequent year, Morgana, a witch, gave me an enchanted Were-brush than can transform you into an animal under the light of a full moon.”
“Hiya! Everyone practically knows my name already, but I am Jezebel du Charme. I like semen. My favorite animal are cats. I am a Succubus and became a Weretiger after I bullied Selena into joining her streak as her first packmate,” Charlee shouted for Selena and Jezebel to show them their cocks. “So impatient!” Jezebel grinned at the freckled cheerleader. “We were getting to the part where Tats brushed a male Bengal Tiger. Glad you’re excited. With Lena keeping my busy with hers, the last guy I fucked was four days ago. Even then, all I could think about was my Alpha’s. Almost can’t wait to have more Weretigers around. Teaching herm girls, any cock-virgin, is so much fun.”
Mitchell-Erickson had hoped to avoid her students getting naked, but understood it was hopeless when Jezebel threw her underwear to a blushing Hannah. Selena managed to stand straighter after her knees buckle and face wash over with pleasure as her clit became a beast of a cock that twitched and jousted with the Succubus’ that held onto her. Amber watched and took quiet notes of the Alpha becoming more comfortable, serene, as the other teens shed their clothes alongside her. Leaving only her and Hannah with any clothes on. That girl was biting her lip, more trying to resist the internal pressure than of either Pradha and Charlee who helped her out of that ungainly sweater.
The coach had seen the admiring gazes of her Cheetahs and from other students and filtering them out on most occasion. A part of her enjoyed how her team captain and her girlfriend stopped kissing when she took off her shirt. How Naomi paused and suddenly found the floor intensely interesting after Amber had motioned for her to unhook her bra. The ink that ran across the length of her arm continued onto the sides of her chest and abdomen and wrapped through her entire backside. Inside her navel and surrounded by hard and toned muscles hung a metal piercing replica of a dreamcatcher with silver chain tassels. Usually she didn’t wear them or the bars piercing her erect nipples. Not when there was a chance of a student seeing her undress during the day. Lucky them that the two Weretigers had blindsided her, they’d even get to see Brittany’s favorite that she had mounted through her clit.
“Who did your the tattoos? Been thinking about a clan symbol.” Lyalls wore an amulet carved from a bone after a Werewolf’s first successful hunt. Diana and Luna teased her a lot. Their unofficial craftsman, Brian, had even given her one so she wouldn’t cry. In her own defense, Selena had been ten. She was a hopeless scrimshawer though. “Just not that, so much I don’t know or have prepared yet.”
“I’ll let my wife know you like them. Her work requires a lot of hand-eye coordination and inking and drawing is how she chooses to relax.” Selena had the sense to be embarrassed. Maybe she could tell Brittany that personally later tonight. “While I’m not sure what the grading criteria is, I think you’re doing well so far, Selena.”