Rally the students with a new technique

The high priestess's body double had certainly made a ruckus in Postucles' classroom, but in the end, all of that silliness had very little effect on the proceedings for the incoming college students. They all went about their business with only the most in-the-know noticing the absence of the school's overzealous history professor and nosy church patron, both who could have been expected to watch the entrance ceremony like hawks or, more appropriately, vultures. All-in-all, the students could breathe a lot easier, knowing they weren't about to be solicited for a pop quiz or an impromptu lecture.

"I heard that bald professor with the big mustache usually stakes out the door and quizzes everybody on their way out," remarked a young nun, white-haired with dark skin and a gossiper's grin. Today, she'd traded her habit for a school uniform: a white silk tunic with a breezy brown skirt and matching bow at the neck.

The young man at her side smirked and crossed his arms, seeming satisfied. His hair was a bit longer than hers, dark and unkempt across his shoulders. His mannerisms and his untucked white tunic both betrayed a lackidaisical attitude. "I'm glad the old bastard's nowhere to be seen. I can't afford to flunk out on the first day," he cackled, looking both ways as though to confirm the tomato-faced man wasn't watching from somewhere. "There's that old lady too... I thought she was always trying to poach students for the church. I kinda wanted to see her... Hear her daughter's a real hottie!"

The white-haired nun raised her eyebrows, then crossed her arms behind her pixie-cut hair. "Hmmm? Are you into older women?"

"No way! Fuck that. If you see the daughter, though, be sure to let me know," he responded with a grin, then grunted as he walked into the back of the girl's small frame. "Woah! Hey, you're blockin' the door, Julie-"

"I think I found the daughter," the young nun hissed, unmoving as though she wanted to block his way out into the college's courtyard.

"What, really? Lemme see!"

"Lionil, I'm not sure you-"

"Fuck yeah, I do!" the excited boy shouted, eager to partake of one of the school's few worthwhile attractions: the reportedly gorgeous Guyld St. Vendigeld the IV, star of the academia. When he spotted the shining green locks and glimmering, lime-colored eyes, he thought for sure that he must have hit the jackpot. As he advanced a bit further, joining a large throng, he realized he'd been mistaken...

The woman was dressed like a student... sort-of. Standing on the school's steps like they were part of a stage, situated next to the barrel-chested history professor, was indeed a Guyld, but the older one: Guyld III. Her usual attire had been swapped out for a too-small version of the school's uniform, only slightly better fitting than the one Doubles had picked, so that her motherly bosom strained against the silk and her doughy midriff muffined out against the skirt. Her usual wavy updo ponytail had been replaced with a pair of pigtails. It was a bizarre look for a woman her age, much less a noblewoman.

The look on her face, with trembling lips in a stern frown, showed a mix of indignation and determination to carry out someone's will. As to whose...

A third figure popped out from the double doors of the classroom, dressed in even scantier school attire than she was. The crowd of students all gasped as Clara Fauxbright took the maskeshift stage on the other side of the professor, bouncing merrily and waving her hands in the air. "Hi-hi, students! In the place of homeroom introductions, we at the church have organized a special event for all of your edufication!" she explained, beaming at the many college entrants while doing nothing to stop the generous underboob from spilling out beneath her immodest top.

"Edification," Professor Postucles hissed angrily.

"I'm not the one you need to be teaching right now, Mr. Mustachio! Come on, I'm trying to be nice here. You get to do what you like, right? Go on, quiz 'em!" Doubles giggled, crossing her hands behind her back and swishing from side to side.

"Ahem. Yes! Think of this like a placement test for advanced students. Here we have a woman of learning, the venerable Guyld St. Vendigeld III, who has graciously offered to help me with today's lesson, all for the good of your own education!" the man announced, crossing his arms across the chest of his scholar's gown.

Guyld smirked awkwardly, then tilted on her toes to maneuver in front of him. "For the glory of Geod, I should say! Th-This highly irregular mental exercise is actually all the will of the divine creator!" she reassured all of the young people, in between fits of adjusting her skirt. She couldn't seem to decide whether it ought to ride high enough to cover her belly button, exposing almost the entirety of her jiggling thighs, or if wearing it lower would be more modest.

"Yes, for our lord desires that you all demonstrate your wits! He holds intelligence higher than all other virtues! Even pride is cast aside in the pursuit of learning!" Pontucles shouted, trying hard to speak over the other woman as she worked to position the religious significance of the demonstration over the educational.

"Yeah, but he values fun over all of that other stuff!" Doubles announced, pushing the two of them apart and nearly down the staircase. "So here's our game! Mr. Pusticules is gonna give you questions and Mrs. Vendigold is gonna cheer you on to answer them right! If you answer them right, you'll get a special prize from me! It could be aaanything, you won't know unless you win!" She punctuated her speech with a wink.

The students all gulped, while closing in on the exhibition a bit, trying to secure themselves places in the answering field.

"But it could be something like a titjob, right here!" she added, helpfully grabbing both hands to her pillowy chest and heaving it up and down to demonstrate what she was talking about. The massive globes of her breasts, clad in a strained white bra, spilled temporarily out from the edge of her top as she manipulated the garment. "I can do things with girls too, though! There's this really fun position where I put one leg over my head and we-"

The formerly quiet crowd suddenly burst into noise as every student muscled to get to the front for a chance at the promised reward. The lanky, long-haired Lionil, who'd been angling to get to the front of the crowd, cursed loudly as someone shoved him aside to get in front. "You fucker- wait, Julie?!" he growled, recognizing who'd tossed him out of the way.

"You're not blowing my chance to scissor with the high priestess!" the nun, smaller in frame but bolder in spirit, snapped back at him. "Pick me, pick me!"

"... I have to admit, I've never seen anyone clamor like this to be part of one of my quiz shows before," Postucles murmured, rubbing his mustache thoughtfully. "Maybe Geod has the right idea after all."

"That's the spirit! You too, ma'am! Give us a cheer!" the high priestess commanded, throwing the woman a pair of long, white streamers on two hand-held poles. The woman caught them awkardly. "Use these!"

Guyld appeared to be the only one with any reservations about what Geod was apparently ordering them to do. She blinked incredulously a few times, her fists trembling around the tools of a cheerleader, then clenched her eyes shut. "I can't defy the high priestess," she reminded herself, then suddenly snapped from a frown to a big, unfitting smile. With a crazy look on her face, she raised the cheering wands and let the streamers fly to either side. "Let's go! Show us your studies! Can you outsmart this old cue-ball and win a date with the high priestess! Give it your all!" she shouted. Her entire body quivered with the unfamiliar cheerleader motions, as she bounced up and down on her toes.

Forgetting herself in the moment, she ventured a high leg kick, briefly exposing her emerald green, embroidered panties, then immediately regretted her actions. Part of that was due to the embarrassing uproar of the portion of the crowd who appreciated mature women, but a much larger part was attributable to an unfamiliar popping in her hips, causing her to stumble backwards as she landed her feet back on the steps. "O-Oh dear," she groaned, pining for her inquisitor days, when all of that and more would have been child's play.

"Yeeeah! That's how you do it! Like this!" the high priestess laughed along, imitating the same move effortlessly a few times and repeatedly flashing the church's unofficial object of worship-- namely, Clara's cross-embroidered, white-and-gold panties-- to the crowd a few more times in high kicks. "See? I can put my toe over my head!" she informed them, basking in the cheers of the audience.

Feeling proud of her accomplishments, the doppelganger pressed a hand to each hip and smiled up at the sky. "I told you, Geod! The church is going nowhere but up under my watch!" she reassured the big cheese, as the school's courtyard slowly dissolved into total chaos. "Oh right! I have to pick a student... Uuuum... You!" she finished, pointing out towards the front of the crowd.