Bestiality School – Lesson 1: Cat Sex

—Prologue—

I was an exemplary student. Always had, always would. I had managed to remain at top of my class for my entire student career and now that high school was over, I retired undefeated. Most people thought I would go on to college and become some big shot lawyer or doctor, but the truth was I had no idea what my future held. I had always been so focused on my schoolwork that I had never taken the time to get to know myself. And now that the time had finally come to decide what to do with the rest of my life, I remained clueless. For the first time in my life, I did not know the answer.

Unfortunately, my unclear future was not my only concern. To add insult to injury, I was still a virgin. An eighteen-year-old virgin. In other words, I was a textbook nerd. At least on paper. Unlike other nerds, I was a beautiful young woman. Each time I changed schools, all the boys were after me, but I was so busy with my studies that I remained oblivious to them and they eventually gave up, referring to me as the hot nerd. I guess there are worse things to be called, but I had never appreciated the term. Then again, it was my own fault.

Now that high school was over, all that hard work seemed like a complete waste. Sure, I could get into any college I pleased, but what if I did not want to further my education? What if all that hard work had been for nothing? I now wished I had spent more time meeting people and making friends. If I had, maybe I would not be a virgin. And maybe I would actually know who I was. What my interests were. What I was meant to do with the rest of my life. But I didn’t.

I was contemplating my future when my mother announced that she had enrolled me in summer school. Obviously, I was surprised. Not only was I the last person on earth to need summer school, but school was the cause for my current predicament. I inquired as to the reason for my mother’s unexpected initiative, but she refused to answer. All she said was that it would do me good. I remained unconvinced until my sister put in her two cents, insisting I would love it. I had no idea what type of summer school it was, but my relatives seemed so passionate about it that I finally gave in. I had no idea what I would be doing for the next month, but at least if would help distract me. And perhaps even inspire me. Had I known what awaited me, my mother would have had to drag me kicking and screaming. After all, bestiality school was no place for a young woman, especially not a virgin like me. But that was exactly where I was headed and there was nothing I could do about it.

—Lesson 1: Cat Sex—

I watched my mother and sister drive off and felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I may technically have been a woman, I still felt like a little girl attending her first sleepover. But deep down I knew this time away from my family would do me good and I decided to make the best of it.

In one hand I held my class schedule and in the other my schoolbag. My luggage had already been brought to my room though I had yet to visit it. In fact, I had yet to set foot inside the school. Turning away from my mother’s now distant car, I took a few moments to study the building. It was huge. With its ancient design and moss-covered walls, it looked more like a castle than a school. In fact, I would not have been surprised if that had been its original purpose. But now it was a school. Or so I was told, but to be perfectly honest, it looked like no other school I had ever seen. In fact, the name of the institute did not even appear over the main entrance. Or anywhere else for that matter.

“Maybe mom made a mistake,” I thought as my heartbeat quickened. But I knew that was unlikely.

I glanced at my watch and realized I only had a few minutes to get to my first class. Hurrying up the stairs, I burst through the front doors and discovered a shocking sight. From the outside, the building looked ancient, but the inside had been completely renovated. There were hardwood floors, plastered walls and the whole thing had been wired for the twenty-first century. It was like stepping into a different world. But I was running late and the décor was of little interest to me. I could see a few students roaming the halls, but the place was otherwise deserted.

I hurried down the hall for a minute or so before I realized I had no idea where I was going. I glanced at my class schedule, but all it said was that my first lesson was to take place in Class 69. Unfortunately, I had no idea where that was. I glanced as the doors as I passed them by, but the numbers seemed random. Since I did not feel like being late on my first day, I asked for directions from a fellow student. She seemed like a nice enough girl and happily gave me detailed instructions on how to reach my destination.

I followed her instructions to the letter and soon found a door marked with the words “Class 69”. Finding it shut, I feared I was late, but the bell indicating the start of class had yet to be heard. I hurried over to it and set foot inside the classroom just as the bell rang. Breathing a sigh of relief, I took a few seconds to study my new surroundings.

“What the…” I muttered as I found the most unexpected scene ever. Instead of a large room with rows upon rows of desks, I found a small chamber with a few comfy chairs that formed a circle around a large fur rug. The décor seemed so out of place that I feared I had entered the wrong room. I was about to open the door and make sure I had read the sign correctly when a voice made me jump.

“You’re in the right place,” said the soft woman’s voice. I glanced around the room, but there was no one there. Or so I thought until a head emerged from the nearest chair. It was facing away from me and had kept its occupant completely hidden. But now that she stood up, I discovered a shockingly beautiful woman. She appeared to be in her early twenties and was dressed in a surprisingly revealing outfit. It was some sort of business suit, but the blazer and blouse left most of her cleavage visible and the skirt was barely long enough to cover up what I assumed was one of the most perfect asses I had ever seen.

“You must be Miss Lez,” she said as she strolled toward me. Her lips were painted red and drew my gaze to them. I watched them curl into a smile and found myself getting lost in this gorgeous woman’s beauty. I remained in this trance-like state until she outreached a hand for me to shake. Feeling my cheeks turn red, I shook it tentatively.

“I’m Miss Love,” she said that sweet, almost sensual voice of hers.

I considered introducing myself, but I had a question I first needed answered.

“Where are the other students?” I asked, glancing around the room.

Miss Love smiled at me as an adult would to a child who had said something silly.

“It’s just us,” she said.

This was weird.