((underage, gangbang, mf, some implied mm))

“So can we just have a free day then?”

Mrs Rosie had it much easier than her other two coworkers. Her classes education had already covered the subject of cullings.They knew their lives were bound to be short. No need to fluff things up or wipe away tears. So of course the only thing on their mind was whether or not they still had to do school work.

“Absolutely not.” As a chorus of incredulous ‘what’s’ and groans filled the classroom Mrs Rosie pulled a stack of papers from her desk. She passed by each student dropping off the worksheets. “I’ve brought worksheets for you all to do. Once you’ve answered all the questions you'll write me three paragraphs about why the cullings are necessary.”

“But miss, we're dying!”

“You’re not dying yet.” Mrs Rosie returned to her own desk. The students grumbled and glowered but soon pencil was moving across paper and Mrs Rosie could relax in the mundane order of it all. She herself had tasks to do that now had to be completed before the afternoon. Opening her laptop she let her mind focus on numbers and spreadsheets. It was meditative in a way. Sweet silence.

“Mrs Rosie? Can I go to the restroom?”

Mrs Rosie sighed. “Rebecca…Why didn’t you go before class?” She already knew the answer. Why did she bother asking.

“I didn’t have to go before class.”

Of course. Every child's bladder magically became full once they were in the classroom. How could she forget. Pushing herself out of her chair she walked over to the door. A soldier was there, keeping guard, likely the same as her coworkers' classes. She knocked on the window to alert him before opening the door.

“I’m sorry..One of my students has to use the bathroom. Can she?”

After some consideration the soldier decided to simply escort Rebecca to the restroom. With Mrs Rosie’s promise that no students would leave the classroom in the meantime.

“Well what if I have to go to the restroom before they get back?”

“Then you’ll have to hold it.” Mrs Rosie answered, locking the door.

Mrs Rosie sat back at her desk and continued working. After a while she looked at the clock, then the door. They were taking a long time. Too long for a simple bathroom break. While she wondered what she should do, the two finally returned. As she opened the door it became obvious why they had taken so long. Rebecca’s hair was all mussed up. Mrs. Rosie could see a bit of white foam at the corner of her mouth.

“Rebecca” Mrs Rosie grabbed a tissue from her desk, handing it to Rebecca. She pointed at her own mouth as a hint to the girl. But it was too late. Several of her classmates had already seen. Rosie sat back down to a chorus of ‘ooohs’ and some other girls asking her questions about the soldier's size and taste. Her desk neighbor Patty stared at her for a moment and Mrs Rosie could see the gears turning in her head. Suddenly she whipped around to face Mrs Rosie, hand high up in the air.

“Mrs Rosie, I have to go to the bathroom too!”

“Sit down Patty…”

“But I really have to goooo”

“Me too!” chimed in another girl.

Suddenly almost every girl in the class had to go to the bathroom. Not only that, even Oliver, sitting in the back, shyly raised his hand and asked if there were any guys that would want to escort him to the restroom. Mrs Rosie closed her eyes, feeling a headache coming on. Sharp eyes turned to the soldier. ‘You started this, you take care of it’, was the message written across her face.

The soldier didn’t seem to care at all about the glare he was receiving. His tail was wagging a mile a minute. He held his radio close to his face and pressed a button, “C-740 here. We got a code pink.” The radio crackled with the excited exclamations of other soldiers. Looking back at Oliver still watching him expectantly he spoke into the radio again. “And one code…rainbow..?” Clearly that one had been made up on the spot, but judging by the single “Fuck yeah” that answered back it was understood.

The students returned one after the other. Giddy and red faced. Their clothes wrinkled up and in some cases misbuttoned or put on backwards. Mrs Rosie gave Patty her seat cushion when she noticed the girl uncomfortably squirming in the hard plastic chairs. Even Oliver waddled back in, a wide smile on his face despite the soreness he was clearly feeling. The soldiers stuck around. Just in case anyone else wanted a ‘bathroom break’. As Mrs Rosie let the last student back in she caught sight of one in particular. Taller, and broader than the others.

“Perhaps…I need a bathroom break too?” She addressed the taller canine. He tilted his head, seeming like he was considering it. She found herself holding her breath in anticipation.

~~~


The girls bathroom nearest to the class had been commandeered for the soldiers activities. A few stood outside, turning away confused students and staff. Mrs Rosie was bent over in front of the sinks, hands gripping the edge of the counter as the tall canine fucked into her from behind. She could clearly see her frazzled, red faced state in the mirror. Her ample breasts bounced with every thrust. The soldier's hands kept a firm grip on her ass as he rammed mercilessly into her pussy.

“What a whore”, he gritted out. “Is this why your slutty little students were so hungry for cock? Did you teach them to be whores like you?” She felt his gloved hands land a hard slap on her behind. The moan she let out echoed off of the tiled walls. “Yeah you like that?” Another harsh slap.

“Fuck! Yes!” her enthusiastic admission earned her some more spanking as she felt the climax coming. He unloaded his seed with a howl, which embarrassingly caused a group howl amongst the ones in and outside of the restroom. It was a miracle at this rate if the whole street didn’t know what was happening

She slumped forward gasping. She felt him pulling out. But no, it couldn’t be over already.

“Don’t…don’t stop” she couldn’t even recognize her own voice with how raspy it was.

The soldier was panting too. “I’m spent.” He called over to the others. “Anyone else need a quick fuck?”

The man pulled away, but another quickly took his place. When he finished inside of her another soldier came up behind her. She was completely blissed out, taking one cock after the next. She wasn’t sure when but at some point she had started taking cock in her mouth at the same time. Semen coated the inside of her mouth and dripped without end from her pussy. She felt like she could do this forever but sadly good things can never last.

“Hey it’s getting close to the lunch period. Wrap it up.”

She heard him but it took a while before she could comprehend what he said. She was laid out on the cold tiled floor. Her mouth and pussy now tragically empty. Shakily she pushed herself up with the assistance of some of the soldiers. She leaned against the sink, taking a moment to breathe. Her hair was a total mess. A generous helping of cum decorated her lower face. She got cleaned up best she could but she definitely didn’t look as put together as she was coming in. Shaky hands fumbled with the buttons on her blouse until a soldier reached out to help. Not without giving her breasts one more squeeze though. Wobbly legs somehow carried her back to class and her students were led out for lunch.


~~~

“I wonder where Ms Ray is..”

She was sitting with Ms Maple in the breakroom. A soldier had also been stationed here. She wondered if he was one of the ones from the restroom, but quickly shook the thought away with a blush. She looked around realizing that, yeah, Ms Ray wasn’t here yet.

“Perhaps she’s busy? You don’t think she…”

Ms Maple shook her head, “I’m sure the whole school would have heard if she or any of the students tried to leave the school. I’m sure you’re right, she must have just gotten caught up in something.”

Fifteen minutes into lunch Ms Ray and the something she got caught up in walked through the door. Ms Ray was giggling at some joke the man had said before they came in. When she saw the other two she hurried over with the soldier.

“Oh my god today..” she breathed out when she sat down.

“I know it’s been so tough.” Ms Maple agreed.

“Oh, by the way this is Buddy” Ms Ray gestured to the soldier sitting beside her who waved. “He helped me with explaining the culling to the class. You should have seen him, the kids love him so much.” She was staring at him now with stars in her eyes. They couldn’t see his face but he was looking right back at her.

“Yes, having a soldier talk to the kids really seemed to help out.” Ms Maple sipped her tea, “At least I hope it did. They were so afraid…If any of them start crying again it might just break my heart.”

“I know what you mean. Mrs Rosie, what about you? How are things going with your class? Did the soldier help?”

Mrs Rosie nearly choked on her salad. She quickly wiped her mouth looking away. “Um, yes, I think..the students feel better now.”

Ms Ray looked puzzled by the reaction, “That’s…gooood.”

The rest of the lunch period was spent talking, thankfully, about literally anything else. Mostly Ms Ray gushing about Buddy. The two spent much of the time flirting in a sickeningly sweet manner, leaving the other two simultaneously feeling like the third wheel on a date.

~~~

It was obvious that the worksheets were not going to be completed. The soldiers who had responded to the ‘code pink’ apparently had nothing better to do than muddle about her classroom entertaining students. A beanbag had somehow been procured and one of the soldiers was laid back in it. One of the girls was at his head gingerly rubbing his ears. Two more had settled down in his arms. Oliver was currently sitting in the lap of the soldier that had escorted him, His ‘boyfriend’, as the class room teasingly called the man. Another soldier sat in one of the desks, surrounded by girls and boys drawn in by tales of his service.

Order had been thrown out the window long ago. But she supposed she could let it slide. As long as the children were being kept busy she could work in the wonderful, sweet silence she had been asking for.

The soldier’s radios crackled to life. A series of numbers was called out from the speakers. Judging by the way each guard's ears perked up what was being said was their own codenames.

“Where are you fuckers?” the gruff voice demanded. Some students snickered like they had never heard a cuss word in their life. The soldier that had been cuddling on the beanbag slowly raised his radio towards his face. Speaking with a relaxed, far off tone. “In heaven sir…” For a moment the radio was silent. Then..

“You good for nothing flea bags get back to your posts or I'll neuter every last one of ya with a rusty axe I swear to god!” The voice barked out instantly sending all the soldiers into a panic. The students howled with laughter as they all ran out quite literally with their tails between their legs. Once the soldiers were gone the students had nothing to do but chatter amongst each other. Then the gunshots started. She buried her face in her hands, feeling her headache get worse by the minute

~~~

The class was out in the field now. They added their clothing to the pile in the middle of the tent. Even now the chatter never stopped. Some girls were comparing their chests. A few boys jeered at their naked peers, using words they had likely heard from the soldiers. Mrs Rosie rubbed at her temple. This could not be over soon enough.

Blair had gotten the okay to keep her glasses on for the process. She was practically blind without them and hadn’t wanted to take them off until the end. Connor apparently saw this as an opportunity for mischief. While she was distracted talking to her friends he approached her from behind. He quickly yanked the glasses off of her face, scurrying away quickly.

“Give those back!”

“Why don’t you make me?
Blair stumbled around following the blurry silhouette around the tent. Mrs Rosie was too preoccupied with her headache to even try to prevent what happened next. Connor ran outside the tent cackling like a lunatic. Blair still running after him. They did not get far.

The sound of machine guns filled the air. Connor and Blair's bodies jerked this way and that as dozens of bullets entered them. Connor dropped to the ground. His torso littered with gunshots. One eye was gone. The glasses still clutched in his hand. Blair was missing half an ear. Her body was in a similar state to Connors. Dead eyes stared up to the sky, a look of shock eternally plastered on their faces.

“Oh no…” Mrs Rosie felt guilt twist in her gut. This was the exact sort of thing she was responsible for preventing. Soldiers approached to carry the bodies away. The commander stalked over to the tent, clearly already irritated. “They weren’t trying to run, I swear. Connor was just trying to be funny, and Blair only wanted her glasses back.”

His face was hidden but his sharp voice made his feelings clear. “Yeah well anyone else that wants to be funny better remember it’ll be your parents paying the price.” He turned his head towards the students as he barked, causing many to flinch. “As for you”, his ire soon turned to Mrs Rosie, “you do your damn job and keep them in check.”

After that display the remaining students became more subdued, afraid of getting yelled at again. They were soon led to kneel in the grass. One by one the commander went down the line, putting a bullet in each head.

“...Oh my god, I can not believe Connor did that..”

“I can because he’s an idiot.”

“Jenny stop…”

“Well he is!”

“Mrs Rosie, Sean got his gunk on me!”

“Sean don’t–” her eyes landed on Sean's body lying in the grass. Some blood and brain matter had sprayed onto Patty besides him. She inhaled deeply through her nose, counting to ten. After what felt like an eternity Mrs Rosie’s final student was dead. The chatter was gone and the peace that settled over the field was divine. The commander stepped behind her and she felt the hard metal of the gun. With a relieved sigh she closed her eyes. Sweet silence at last.