Art

Fortunately for your stead, the journey to your destination is not far. Still, Andra and you attract a far amount of new attention as you ride her to art class. A few of the pairs of eyes include a faculty, but all they do in response your unorthodox uniform assignment is raise their eyebrows and shake their heads.

It isn't actually a class that you have, but it is one Andra's and you'll go in alphabetical order through the senior classes. Besides, you'd like to be there to see more classmates react to the vainglorious blonde's humbling.

You pull her reins near the door and dismount. You glance over her quickly and then walk her into class. As you expect, you receive double takes and bugged-out eyes from your peers while the teacher sighs.

"Where is Andra's desk?" you ask Sakura, a swimmer exchange student from Japan. She points to the empty desk by the windows second from the back. "Arigatō," you say and lead Andra over.

When you reach the desk, you sigh, and take the thong from her mouth. She takes a couple of deep breaths and looks up into your eyes with a cocktail of emotion.

"So, I obviously don't want students disobeying the uniform conduct, but for the sake of class participation and appeasing the teachers, I'm willing to grant a mouth and hands exemptions. You may take off your, um, hooves, and even your bite if you'll leave the rest on, or off, as the case may be. You aren't allowed to take any additional measures to cover yourself. Full uniform is expected when not in class. If you break these exemptions, punishment will be severe. Do you accept these terms, Angel Booty?" you ask.

Her eyes move as she process the offer. She's shaking some still from the experience and you glance around to see if someone is still recording her. No one has phones out, but the class is starting in a few seconds, so that makes sense.

"Mi-michael, sir," she starts, her voice sounding sincere at least from fear if not respect. "D-does any cover include, like, sitting down, crossing my legs, or putting my arms across my boobs, sir." She is looking down as she speaks and keeping a soft tone. Andra's behavior has seemed to improve already. Still, she has years to atone for.

You turn to the semi-patient teacher, Ms. Durden. "You may start if you want. We'll be sorted out shortly. Then I'll just speak with the ladies one or maybe two at a time," you inform her. She frowns, but starts the lesson on the projector.

You return to your demi-horse. Her look is near pleading. You take a breath. "Sitting in the desk is reasonable. I'll permit some time for crossed legs and hand bras, but not the entirety of class. It also won't earn you any points. Do you accept, Hot Stuff?" you conclude.

Andra nods with vigor. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." She waits for you to put her thong into her bra so it makes for a strange scarf, take the shoes off her hands, and place her skirt and shirt on the back of her chair. You give her a final spank before she brings that tight ass to rest on her chair. You nod as she makes no objection.