Although Animals were banned from attending school and generally expelled from any clubs they may be a member of, such as Scouts or Girl Guides, or adult equivalents, the one exception was for sports as that was seen as a good way of keeping up the quality of their meat and so, once the initial excitement had passed, Kennedy and Bobby had been allowed to get back in the pool and finish the class with the others, including Bobby’s twin sister Jane who gave him a discrete hug, promising that they could tell Mum and Dad together, how proud of him she was and how she would make sure his last seven days were as happy as they could be.

It had actually felt nice, swimming naked and unencumbered like she did on holiday, no clammy spandex against her skin or elastic digging into her thighs. Yes every time Kennedy had started to actually enjoy herself again, her eyes would land on the red glow of her watch and she would remember the price she had to pay for this freedom.

After the class, with no clothes to put back on, Kennedy and Bobby stood rather awkwardly in the corner of the big unisex locker room with individual changing cubicles and bigger ones for families. Kennedy could have left already. She had been supposed to be getting the bus home knowing that her mum would have left a meal in the fridge for her since she would home from work until late but she also knew that Bobby had to wait for his sister so that they could go home together and she did not want to leave him alone to face any teasing or even just the embarrassment of having to stand naked in this public place.

“Hey!” one of the older boys from the class, Kyle, who had a bit of a reputation as a bully, had called out, coming out of his own cubical with his kit-bag over his back. “You two should fuck!” Kennedy had just rolled her eyes at him and sighed. She had supposed this was the sort of thing they were going to have to get used to now and for a brief moment she saw a small positive in a life-expectancy that could realistically be counted in hours.

“Yeah!” Darren, one of Kyle’s hanger’s-on who would never have had the confidence to start anything himself but was always quick to join in. “I wanna see the piggies fuck!” He had taunted them by pressing his nose up and making oinking noises. Beside her, Kennedy had sensed Bobby’s whole body stiffen as if getting ready to run but she put a hand on his arm, warning him not to give them the satisfaction of seeming upset.

“You can, you know.” Cora, a generally pleasant dark-haired girl their age had remarked as she came over to see what all the fuss was about. “Animals are pretty much allowed to do whatever they like in their last week! My sister fucked my dad until his dick got so sore he had to put cream on it for a month afterwards!”

More and more of the class had come over, some jeering, some encouraging, others neutral but curious. But the one thing they seemed to all have in common was wanting to see the two newly-designated animals copulating. Kennedy had calmly held her ground until more sinister suggestions had started to pepper the generally supportive calls. Suggestions that if they didn’t want to fuck each other, maybe someone else from the class should fuck them. Kennedy had wished that the teacher would come over and put a stop to it all but she was already starting her next class, the Under-Tens, as was far too busy to interfere in what would no doubt be written off as locker-room horseplay. By that point, there had been quite a crowd was around them, with other members of the public coming over to find out what the fuss was about and joining in once they learned. In amongst the group, she had seen Jane trying to encourage the others to leave them alone but to no avail.

“I… I think we’re gonna have to.” Kennedy had whispered numbly to Bobby. “I don’t think they’re gonna give up until we do.”

“But I don’t want to!” Bobby had protested. “I mean… I’m not saying… It’s not that…”

“I get it, it’s okay!” she had assured him. “I’m not offended. I can’t imagine this being anyone’s romantic dream of their first time but if it’s got to happen, I’d rather it be you than…” she had looked over at Kyle and made a face of absolute disgust.

“But they can’t force us!” Bobby had exclaimed, his face a picture of horror. “Not to do THAT anyway! There’s laws about contamination and…”

“Do they look like they care about that sort of thing?” Kennedy had asked him rather abruptly, trying to make him face up to the reality of their situation. “Who’s going to back us up anyway? They could just say we wanted it and it would be our word against theirs! No cameras in locker room, remember?” she had gestured to the ceiling and the corners which were conspicuously free from surveillance equipment. “Let’s just get it over with and hope they lose interest.”

“But…” Bobby had put a hand of her shoulders, turned her so that they both had their backs at least somewhat to the crowd and leaned in close to whisper to her. “I like boys.” he had confided anxiously. “Men. I’ve never wanted to fuck a girl.”

“That’s okay.” Kennedy had sighed, admitting her own slightly awkward truth. “I don’t really like anyone. Not like that, anyway.” It was true. While she enjoyed sensual pleasure that came from things like stroking herself or enjoying a handily vibrating toy, she had never felt and particular attraction to anyone, male or female or anything in between. While all the girls in her class were swooning over boys and sometimes also girls in bands and in movies, she simply could not see what all the fuss was about. “I used to think I might just be a late bloomer.” she had observed wryly. “I guess we’ll never know now! Look, I’ll turn my back if makes things easier and you… Well, you think about whatever it is you need to think about to get your motor running and let’s just do this, okay?”

With some reluctance but realising that she was right and there really was no other way out of the situation, Bobby had agreed.

“Fine!” Kennedy had turned back to the crowd, throwing up her arms rather angrily. “Whatever! We’ll do it okay? If it will shut you up!” The jeering and chanting turned to cheers as Kennedy turned around, bent forward and put her palms flat against the wall. Fortunately, for all his nerves, embarrassment and general lack of interest, Bobby was still an adolescent boy and soon enough, the hormones had done their thing and produced the suitable equipment for the job, but after three or four ineffectual stabs around the general area of her ass, Kennedy had sighed, reached back and pulled her tight virgin cunt open with one hand and guided him in with the other.

As she had noted, the situation was not exactly romantic or erotic, even for someone without her particular indifference to the whole thing, so she was not exactly self-basting as Bobby entered her but at least he was gentle, pulling back and trying again, pushing just a little harder each time until eventually her body had seemed to realise what was expected of it and become more welcoming. After a while, it had even started to feel kinda nice but it had not lasted long enough for her to decide if she was actually enjoying it.

“Happy now?” Jane had pushed her way to the front and stood in front of the crowd, her arms folded defiantly. “They did what you wanted. Now go home and leave them alone!” Somewhat reluctantly, with many muttering that the show had not been worth the hype, the crowd had dispersed, Jane glaring daggers at any who had looked back, hoping for one last helping of eye-candy. She had given both of them wet-wipes from her bag to clean themselves up and hovered protectively by them lest anyone else should bother them until the were ready to leave, then she had insisted that she and Bobby walk Kennedy home before heading off to their own house.


To be continued...