Social responsibility

The school had an interesting program where they tried to teach students social responsibility. This included things like gardening and community work.

You hurry through the halls, asking directions and getting hungry looks from people. You aren't sure if the hungry looks are because they want to fuck you or eat you, but you quickly start to feel aroused. By the time you get to class, you can feel electric tingles in your cunt.

You had heard a lot about the high school, that some students just fucked in the halls, that the laws allowed Anthro's to eat each other, and the thought that some hunky wolf might decide to fuck you or eat you turned you on to no end.

Getting to class, you push the door open and find you are the first student there; the teacher, a hunky zebra wearing only a bowtie, stood behind his desk and looked up as you entered. "Ahh, I heard there was a human admitted to the school. Please, find a desk."

As you move to one of the seats, you see his cock harden slightly and blush furiously. After a long thirty seconds of silence with no other students entering, you say. "Um, Sir. I'm new to all this, but, um, couldn't help but notice your nudity."

He laughed slightly, "You'll get used to it," he replied. You nod, and shortly after, the door opens, and students start to file in.

Once they were settled, the teacher started to speak. "As you know, we have slightly different rules to humans," he indicated in your direction. "This is why we have our social responsibility class; now, yes, public sex is allowed with Anthro's, and yes, eating each other is also allowed. However, when humans are involved, there needs to be consent."

You find yourself panting as you feel eyes turn towards you. "Now the next thing is that if our new resident wants to be accepted, there comes a certain amount of acceptance. I am not saying that she needs to allow others to have sex with her or volunteer to be eaten, but there is a social responsibility to participate in our culture."

You cross your legs as you feel your arousal increasing again. "Sir," you say, "I, I would like to be part of this culture while I am here," you squeak. The truth was you were eager for one of these furry creatures to ask to fuck you. You were keen to be on your knees and suck their cocks. You had seen porn with furries, and you wanted it.

The teacher, whom you still didn't know the name of, nodded, and you again noticed his cock hardening behind his desk, slowly creeping over the edge of the desk.

"Well, in that case," he said.

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