Meow (Furry Erotica) by Nikki Crescent

Author:Nikki Crescent [Crescent, Nikki]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2014-08-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

Back to School

The next day at school started out as any typical day in the like of Meow. As I walked into the class, everyone stared at me like I was the queen of the freaks. Throughout all of first period I could hear people whispering amongst one another.

I couldn’t pay attention to useless physics lesson that was taking place up front. The teacher was trying to explain some Newtonian law—I don’t know—something boring. I looked over across the class. The guy with the scruffy hair was doodling in his notebook. I was envious of his ability to not care whatsoever about being social. He was happy just doodling in his notebook. He looked up at me, and when he realized I was looking at him, he smiled.

Quickly, I looked away. Damn it! I have to stop getting caught like that.

The class dragged on and eventually it was lunch. Normally, I would pack a lunch the night before school, but for obvious reasons, I didn’t get to that the previous night. Instead, I would have to go to the lunchroom and buy lunch amongst all the other automatons.

“Hey freak,” someone said behind me. I turned around. It was a tall boy. He had a muscular build and was likely in his senior year. He was holding a football—not because he was currently playing football, but because he liked people to know that he was in fact on the football team.

“What?” I asked, unimpressed by his highly original jab.

“Your name’s Meow?”

“So?”

He laughed. “Do you meow during sex?” All of his buddies joined in the laughter.

“It’s better than crying during sex, you shit brained asshole.”

His face turned red and his expression dropped. “What the fuck did you say?” he asked.

“You heard me, pencil dick.”

I could see his hand curl into a fist. “Say it again.”

“What—are you going to hit a girl?”

“Say it,” he said, ignoring me.

“You’re a pencil dicked fuck who likes to take it in the ass,” I said.

Then, the football jock pulled his arm back, preparing it for a punch right to my face. But just before he could connect his fist to my face, he was tackled to the ground. His attacker and him scuffled on the ground for a moment before the attacker rolled on top. It was the dark haired guy from the corner. He delivered a swift blow to the football jock’s face. The other football friends just stood and watched.

Then, my scruffy haired saviour stood up.

“Don’t just stand there!” the football jock cried from the ground. His friends took action and started to charge.

“C’mon!” my rescuer yelled as he grabbed me and began to lead me down the hall. We ran around the corner as hard as we could—two jocks on our tails. My saviour was fast, pulling my arm so that I could move faster.

We turned around a corner and then the man quickly pulled me into an empty classroom and shut the door. We could hear the jocks run by. Both of us stood for a moment and caught our breaths.

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