The screen was bright, black and white as all the kitchen cameras were. On it, a wolverine boy was getting shaved, staring glumly at the huge pot of water that was starting to steam lightly over the fire as the chefs chopped vegetables into it and seasoned it. One of the chefs came over and licked the boy’s arm as the skin was revealed, appearing to think, then heading back to adjust the seasoning. Unusually for the cameras, which were edited carefully to focus on the fates of the students

Autumn swallowed as she looked at her schedule. She’d been transferred to classes with Mr. Spellman’s daughter. 
“But...why?” she said softly, looking at the administrator.
The man shrugged. “Sometimes one class does better than another, and we need to shuffle students to keep the class sizes even. It happens. You’ve seen students come and go, you know this?”
Autumn had to admit that she had seen students come and go, but had assumed they’d co

Kyleigh Spellman stepped into her classroom, eyeing the students. She’d been looking forward to this for decades, coming to teach at St. Tadgh’s. The thirty years spent growing up, the 11 spent working towards her doctorate in education, another decade of teaching at colleges, then two decades at highschools, and finally, her resume was good enough to present to the Academy. She’d missed the last round of hiring, and had been very, very grumpy to realize that the fact that her

The halls were full of students, zipping from lunch to classes. Well, perhaps not zipping. It’s hard to really move fast when you’re still digesting the remains of your fellow students who’d failed and been sent to the cafeteria for lunch. At least, that’s why most of the students were walking a little slower. Some were walking funny after being used for sex by teachers. Some were feeling cautious because they were naked and seasoned with oil, and concerned about being ea

The bell rang and Autumn stepped out of her class, eyes flicking around by habit as she walked to her next. The young shrew was barely looked at as she slipped through the halls, which was just how she liked it. She’d been bullied a few times in her life, mostly for her size. She was only four and a half feet tall, which was common for her species, but still made her a target. And, of course, her other differences tended to get her a little heat, but not as much. Gender shit didn’t r

The lunch bell rang, and Jordan Heinz shivered as he stepped out of the classroom, rubbing his ass. It had been a particularly bad day for the young otter, seeing him naked and oiled up before lunch. He had a sneaking fear that he wasn’t going to make it through the day at that point. He’d been ecstatic to take it up the ass from the Krew, although being gang fucked for an hour by the little kobolds was rarely a treat. They were rough and crude, but he’d just been happy they&rs

The day had not been too bad, so far. Leanne Wick had been deeply worried about St. Tadgh’s after her first day, but the semester had actually gone ok as well. She’d transferred in with A’s and mostly kept that up, despite more than a few teacher’s eyeing the pretty bunny longingly. And yes, she’d been naked a few times, and had to suck a couple of cocks, but so far, not too bad. 
She hummed as she walked the halls to her next class, trying to keep her spirits

Jeffrey Sloan was staring at his school, heart churning a little. St. Tadgh’s had three claims to fame, and only one of them was cold comfort. That was, of course, that graduates went on to gain incredible scholarships, were headhunted by the best colleges, took on powerful careers, and changed the world. That was, in fact, the reason that his parents were paying for him to go to the prestigious institution, despite his B-average grades. 
The other claim that got widely publicized was