"Alright class," said Mr. Spur. The rooster clapped his hands once, making sure he had their attention. "Today's the last day of giving the big presentations."
 
 
Charcuterie Academy Class 7-L had managed to get down to a manageable size over the year. The competitive exams had, of course, cut the lowest performing students from the roster, and the mandatory extracurriculars had done their fair share of weeding out the inattentive students. But Mr. Spur had decided that there was still room to improve - and by improve, he meant improving by removing the worst students from the population, of course.
 
 
"You've all been given a topic to research - from history, biology, sociology, science and engineering, or other fields - and then to present it on. So far you've given very good presentations..."
 
 
He glanced over at the back corner of the room, at Travis the wolf student. "Mostly," added Mr. Spur.
 
 
Travis crossed his arms, and looked off to the side, not meeting the rooster teacher's gaze... but was that a smirk on his lips? He seemed confident, despite being singled out.
 
 
Perhaps it had something to do with the squirrel sitting next to him, who was frantically patting her pockets and checking her purse, trying to find something.
 
"And I'll remind everyone that whoever gave the lowest graded presentation is expelled from the class," added the rooster teacher. "I haven't given grades out yet, so it could be any one of you, or one of those presenting today. Now... I believe we have four presentations left to go through... Marie, you're up first, with the Reshaping."
 
 
The class lightly applauded as an otter student in the front row stepped up to the front of the class, and plugged her portable drive into the projector. Marie was studious and dedicated, and was one of Mr. Spurs predictions for who'd survive to reach adulthood.
 
 
"So," said Marie as her presentation appeared on the screen. "We've gone over the Old War... but what came next?"
 
 
"The survivors banded together, in what usable land was left, and came up with a plan they called the Reshaping. They'd use their genetics technology one last time to change themselves..."
 
 
A picture of a human appeared on screen. "From this..."
 
 
And then arrows appeared, going from the human to a variety of different anthro species. "To these. And many others, too many to have on the screen here."
 
 
"These new species would be hardier, more resistant to radiation, live longer, require less food, and be overall better than humanity was. And so the survivors made these changes to their genomes - the changes didn't appear immediately, but their first generation of children were the new species. After the first generation grew up healthy, the survivors destroyed their technology so that it couldn't be used again."
 
 
"These are all different species, but they can all interbreed with each other - and with the animal life that the survivors had managed to preserve. This was necessary due to many of the animal species in question not having enough of a population to be stable - but it's also theorized by some historians that many of the survivors were just into that and wanted an excuse to have sex with the animals. We only have the survivors' accounts of what the Reshaping was like, so we can't say for sure."
 
 
"... And then the new generation of people started repopulating the world. Everyone living right now is descended from that generation, though the genealogy trees are very tangled since they tried to breed with as many of each other as they could. It's fun to see where you came from, though."
 
 
Marie finished her presentation with a few more facts, then took her seat to more light applause. It was unsurprising to Mr. Spur that she'd done well, but nonetheless she had her facts together and some good presentation aids.
 
 
"Next is Karl, with sex and gender. Karl, you told me you had someone you were bringing in, are they here?"
 
 
"Yep!" said Karl, the deer springing to his feet. "They should be waiting right out in the hall, give me a second..."
 
 
When he returned, he was leading in another deer - one a bit older, and naked except for her collar. "This is - or I should say *was* my older sister. Dad got fed up with her and made her the family's bitch. Her training's been coming along very well, hasn't it, bitch?"
 
 
The other deer nodded. "Yes, Master Karl."
 
 
"We already had a presentation on the collars and the servitude system, so I won't go over any of that - the reason I brought her in was to demonstrate the difference between her and me."
 
 
Karl started getting his clothing off - which he managed quickly, dropping his shirt and pants to the floor, and then tugging down his underwear. "See, we've both got dicks, and a tailhole. Used to be girls didn't have a dick - well some of them did, but most of them had a thing called a vagina. Some of the guys had a vagina too. And used to be only people who had a vagina could get pregnant, now anyone can if you get fucked in the ass without a condom."
 
 
"And in fact..."
 
 
Karl patted his stomach, which was looking a little chubby. "We're *both* pregnant. Dad's bowling team won some championship last month, and he had an orgy at our house to celebrate - a lot of the family's expecting all at the same time, after that. Doesn't matter if we're boys or girls, we got knocked up all the same."
 
 
"Though the difference between me and my ex-sis here is, while I'm going to get leeway on chores and stuff while I'm full of new kids, she's not going to get any sorta break. Isn't that right, bitch?"
 
 
The female deer nodded. "Yes, Master Karl. Being pregnant isn't an excuse to not work hard for my masters and mistresses."
 
 
Then there was silence. "Oh - uh, that's the presentation," added Karl.
 
 
There was more light applause.
 
 
"I applaud the inventive presentation method," said Mr. Spur. "And congratulations to you both - or at least to one of you. But you were a bit lighter on details than I would have liked."
 
 
Karl's smile faltered.
 
 
"I think, regardless of what grade I end up giving you, it'd do you some good to stay naked for the remainder of the day, as a reminder to prepare more. If you weren't already pregnant, I'd consider knocking you up myself as a lasting reminder, but someone else already beat me to it."
 
 
"Which," the rooster added, glancing at the rest of the class. "Is one of the fates that await anyone who doesn't do well. Your classmates who failed the last exam? They're still chained up in the teacher's lounge. All of us go fuck them, at least once a week. You remember Susan? She still squeals when I stick my cock in her tight little rear end. Not so tight now, anymore, heh. And they're all pregnant - we aren't sure who managed to knock up who, but they're all swelling up with our kids. Once they finish giving birth, I'm going to claim Susan and bring her home with me as my new toy."
 
 
"Oh, and speaking of toys.... Karl, I'm going to hold onto your family's bitch, you can collect her from the principal's office at the end of the day."
 
 
Mr. Spur waved the one deer back to his seat, and the other towards his desk - upon which he pushed her underneath it. A few seconds later, there were obedient sucking sounds as she fulfilled her purpose.
 
 
"She *is* well trained, my compliments to your father," the rooster added. "Okay. Now there's two more to go... Pecan. You're up for economics."
 
 
Pecan startled. "Um... uh, is it alright if I go tomorrow instead?"
 
 
Mr. Spur shook his head. "No, Pecan. This is the last day we're doing these presentations, for one thing, and you've known you're giving the presentation today for weeks anyway."
 
 
"The thing is.." said the squirrel, ears folded back. "Mr. Spur, I, ah, can't find my portable drive. It's got the presentation and all my notes on it..."
 
 
"I see. Can you still give the presentation without your drive, though?" said Mr. Spur, leaning back a bit and folding his hands together on the desk. "If you don't present at least something, it's an automatic failing grade, and expulsion. Which I wouldn't mind too much, but you might."
 
 
The squirrel got up. "I'll... try, Mr. Spur. I remember enough of it... I hope..."
 
 
Shakily, she got up to the front of the class. All eyes were on her - whether to see if she could pull through, or in expectation of getting to watch her fail, she couldn't say. She didn't know if she could blame people for hoping she'd fail - she'd had fun watching plenty of her classmates get expelled into their new roles as food or servants.
 
 
"Ah... so after the war, and the reshaping, there was no need for money. No," she corrected herself. "I mean, there weren't as many scarce resources - there were more resources, it was - post scarcity, I mean to say. There was enough basic food, there was enough space once we started cleaning up the land. So there wasn't really a need for money. Or jobs, mostly, especially since we have robots and artificial intelligence."
 
 
"There's a lot more people than jobs, so if you do something useful you get benefits. Like a bigger apartment, or your own house instead of an apartment. Or you get better food. Or you can claim servants and eat people. Or, uh, the resources that *are* scarce like... seats at sporting events and concerts, you get more chances to reserve those for yourself."
 
 
"And..." she tried to remember what her other topics were. "Oh, since money was one of the things that caused the old war, it's outlawed anyway. As is hoarding, you can't hold onto excess resources that someone else could use."
 
 
"So in conclusion, nobody uses money anymore, and nobody needs it either," she said, looking hesitantly at her teacher for approval.
 
 
To her relief, her teacher nodded. (The expert blowjob he was getting under the desk likely helped.) "You covered the major topics - a bit scattershot, and not having any visual element to your presentation will lose you points..."
 
 
"... I suspect if you hadn't lost your drive, you would have had a decent presentation. As it was, this was acceptable, but only barely... and you'd still be in the running for having the worst grade for this assignment."
 
 
Pecan bit her lip, her tail twitching agitatedly.
 
"Wait there for just a moment, though..." said the rooster, as he got up, buttoning his pants back up. "You did have a mitigating factor..."
 
 
He strode forward, and started wading into the rows of desks. It became clear quickly who he was heading towards - Travis, the wolf, who panicked and tried to get to his feet, but didn't make it very far. Mr. Spur had had practice in catching students who were trying to escape, after all.
 
 
"We have security cameras set up throughout the school," said Mr. Spur as he pushed Travis back into his seat with one hand and slamming a collar around the wolf's neck with the other. "Including some in less than obvious places. Pecan, your drive wasn't lost... it was *stolen*."
 
 
There was a murmur from throughout the class.
 
 
"Stolen by Travis here, specifically, for those that haven't connected the dots," the rooster added as he let Travis go. "Likely to sabotage your presentation today, and give Travis here a chance at not having the worst grade and subsequent expulsion."
 
 
Pecan blinked... and gradually, she shifted from apprehension to rage. "Wait - stolen?"
 
 
Red faced, she pointed at the collared wolf. "Give it back!"
 
 
"Unfortunately, I should say - stolen, and then destroyed," said the rooster. "Broken and then disposed of, with the pieces being flushed down the school's toilets."
 
 
Pecan shivered. "... I had more than just the presentation on there..."
 
 
"Consider it a lesson in backing up your files," said her teacher. "Now, obviously, Travis here is expelled-"
 
 
Travis objected. "Hey - hey, wait, I- *YIP!*"
 
He cut off. The collar he was wearing had zapped him.
 
 
"- is expelled, both for having the worst presentation in the class, and for attempting to cheat by sabotaging another student. As far as his expulsion method-"
 
 
"Come on, it's not like I had a choice about- *YIP!!!*"
 
 
Travis dropped to the floor, and rolled around, clutching at his collar. "That hurt- *YIP!*"
 
 
"I'd advise you to stop talking, I set the collar to shock you whenever you make noise," said Mr. Spur casually. "And you did have a choice - you could have accepted that you'd messed up, and taken your punishment. As it was, I had the school security AI keep an eye on you already, and to let me know if you were planning anything - you would have failed regardless. Now, instead of accepting expulsion with dignity, you're going to be collared and humiliated for the remainder of your life."
 
 
The rooster reached down, and dragged the wolf over towards the corner of the room, depositing him there. "Now then, Pecan... Having your drive stolen was not your fault, but you still should have had some backup."
 
 
The squirrel exhaled, and then nodded.
 
 
"I'd be tempted to say that having whatever was on that drive destroyed is a lesson enough, but I like to err on the side of caution... Pecan, please strip and present."
 
 
Reluctantly, the squirrel got her clothes off, folding them neatly on a nearby empty desk, and then turned around and raised her tail.
 
 
"Let's see... the medium one will do," decided the rooster, after going back to his desk and rifling around in it. "We'll make sure it's got enough lube on it, too."
 
 
He approached her, and took hold of her tail with one hand, making sure it was held steady... and then holding up the object he'd retrieved. It was a long rubber dildo, with controls built into the base.
 
 
"Okay, now relax..." he said, as he started pushing the dildo into her tailhole.
 
 
"-Hff..." she squeaked out, as she was pushed into... and despite herself, her cock started hardening.
 
 
"And it's all the way in, just give the base a little twist..."
 
 
The rooster did so, and the dildo started vibrating, which elicited a moan from the squirrel.
 
 
"Now, you know the drill by now, I hope... that stays in you until start of classes tomorrow. You're allowed to take it out to use the bathroom or to sleep, but it's got sensors in it that'll let me know how long it's stayed in you," said the rooster, giving the squirrel's flank a pat... and then reaching down to play with her balls.
 
"Mr. Spur..." complained the squirrel.
 
 
"My, you've got some nice orbs... and a hefty girlcock to go with them..." he said, reaching around and starting to rub at the girlcock in question.
 
 
"Mr. Spur!"
 
 
"We could just pretend you'd failed, and I'd take you home with me - I'm pretty sure we could put that package you're packing under your dress to good use..."
 
 
"Mr- Mr. Spurrrrrr!" Pecan squeaked, and her cock throbbed and shot off an impressive load, her cum arcing through the air and splattering on the floor. "O-oh..."
 
 
"Ooooh..." said the rest of the class, appreciating a good show.
 
The squirrel panted... and then groaned a bit. The dildo was still buzzing away, and had now turned from a pleasant stimulation that had gotten her hard, to an unpleasant bit of overstimulation now that she'd already gotten off. "Ohhhh..." she groaned, slouching over a bit.
 
 
"And that'll do..." said the rooster happily, standing back up straight and wiping his hands clean on Pecan's back fur. "You can get dressed and take your seat - and we can wrap up things early."
 
 
A tiger student in the front row raised her hand. "Mr. Spur?"
 
 
"Hmm? Yes, Danielle-" The rooster tilted his head. "Ah, we never got to your presentation, did we."
 
 
The tiger shook her head.
 
 
"Well, we've already declared a loser here... but if you'd still like to, I certainly shouldn't turn down the opportunity for you to share what you've learned." The rooster gestured, and went to take his seat (and unzip again). "Danielle, the floor is yours, for families and children."
 
 
The tiger practically skipped on up to the front of the class. "Hi! So this is all stuff you all probably know anyway," she said, as she plugged her portable drive into the projector and got her presentation started. "Since everyone here's a kid. Well, everyone except Mr. Spur, heh."
 
 
"So kids legally aren't people. We're things. That's just how it is, you don't get to be a person till the day you turn 18. You're property. And you're owned by your parents, or whoever else is in charge of you. And you've got a really limited set of rights. You don't even get a last name till you turn 18, you only have a first name."
 
 
"And it kinda sucks for us, but it makes sense, since we want adults to have a lot of children. It turns out it's a lot easier to get adults excited about making a lot of children if you make having children more fun. And that means, well, we get fucked and eaten a lot."
 
 
"So in addition to getting nursed on milk, it's pretty standard that we get cock nursed - we get used to sucking on dicks pretty early on, to try to make sure we have a healthy oral fixation growing up... and our parents have sex with us whenever they want, are often our firsts, and sometimes arrange our first breeding partners - often their adult friends. And also we're not allowed to have sex on our own, to encourage us to be more excited about having sex with the adults...."
 
 
"And occasionally we're food - especially in families where the adults are carnivores. For special occasions one of the kids will get cooked up and eaten, or maybe just served up alive and raw, or if the adult has the body mod for it gets gulped down whole."
 
 
"And some families have like, dedicated breeders to make more kids, and keep some servants to take care of all of them... and uh, that's why people want to get jobs, it's so they can get bigger houses and other benefits to take care of it all. Nobody gets paid anymore but it's a really good incentive."
 
 
"Of course if you manage to turn 18 without having a collar on you you're home free, and you become a person and can take part in all this yourself - I'm definitely surviving till then," said the tiger, with a glint in her eye. "I'm gonna get a whole harem of boys and knock all of them up, and get kids who'll just worship me and my cock, and on each of my birthdays I'm going to pick one out and-"
 
 
"Okay, Danielle," said Mr. Spur. "I think you're drifting off topic a bit."
 
 
The tiger giggled. "Sorry! I've got it all planned out, is what I mean. I have a last name picked out and everything. But yeah, that's the deal, things suck for kids but they're great for adults, so hang in there till you grow up and get to have fun."
 
 
"Very good, very enthusiastic," said the rooster. "And with that, I think we're dismissed... except for Pecan, if you could stay back please. Oh, and Travis, of course."
 
 
The wolf, still curled up in the corner, groaned.
 
 
"Um - yes, Mr. Spur?" asked Pecan, shifting a bit uncomfortably once they were alone. "You wanted to talk to me?"
 
 
"Relax, Pecan," said the rooster. He himself looked like he was relaxing - or at least still enjoying the oral attentions of Karl's family's bitch. "I just wanted to make you an offer."
 
 
"... An offer?" she repeated.
 
 
"Being expelled or being culled by your family aren't the only ways to not reach adulthood," said the rooster. "You can always voluntarily submit to an adult of your choice."
 
 
Pecan blinked. "Um. Are... I don't understand. Are you thinking I'm going to fail?"
 
 
"I don't know. You did have a close brush today, didn't you? And every year more students are culled - the exams get harder, the rules get stricter. Just because you make it one year isn't a guarantee you'll make it the next year."
 
 
"But maybe you will make it - I'm not saying you won't. If you try and fail, then your fate's out of your hands... but if you submit voluntarily, you get some choice of where you end up." The rooster leaned forward. "I'm saying, if you don't feel like taking your chances, there's opportunities available."
 
"... Opportunities with you," said the squirrel, realizing what he was getting at.
 
 
"I think you'd make an excellent breeder," said the rooster. "Nice proportions, nice sized package, tight little hole. And you'd be a breeder, not a servant, you'd have to service me and my wife and husbands, and help take care of some kids sometimes, but beyond that you wouldn't have to worry about anything else for the rest of your life."
 
 
"... And... how long would that be?" said Pecan, noticing that he'd left that unspecified.
 
 
In response. Mr. Spur smirked. "Longer than you think. I find being impregnated tends to add to one's flavor and meat quality, and I think you'd benefit from several rounds of... seasoning. At least a dozen. Much longer than you'd get if you stuck it out but then got culled involuntarily."
 
 
Pecan shivered. "I, um, that's a generous offer, but I'd have to think on it... I always thought I'd manage to reach adulthood."
 
 
"A lot of people do," pointed out the rooster. "Travis did, and the school's about to make an example out of him. Your ex-classmates did, and they're tied up in the teacher's lounge. Karl's sister did - tell her where you're at now, bitch."
 
 
"I'm underneath a desk sucking Mr. Spur off, Susan," said a voice from underneath the rooster's desk.
 
 
"All I'm saying is... actually think about it. But don't take too long to make a decision. I'll grade fairly and unbiased, I promise you, but if you flunk out, offer's closed... and I'll get you either way, then."
 
 
Mr. Spur waved her out, and the squirrel left, her head buzzing just as much as her rear was.