Furisuki Academy - Latten (Class A) & Ki'Taye (Class F)

[Micah Weil]

Furisuki Academy...a special academy known for its unique way of teaching and academics. Upon being accepted, students are tested and grouped by their academic capabilities. The better you do, the better you are treated. Students in class A are given luxuries such as comfy chairs, high tech computers, and snack bars. Class F...well...there are warehouses that could be considered nicer than their accommodations.

In addition to that, student test scores are a factor in the school's Summoner Test Wars. Within the walls of the school, and on the school grounds, students are able to summon Avatars, likenesses of themselves, to do battle, with their test scores determining avatar strength and specialty. If the students of a lower class are able to beat the students of a higher class, they can swap equipment and classrooms (that is to say, if class F beats Class D, they can move from their drafty classrooms and desks that are falling apart to warmer rooms and nicer desks). At the same time, if they lose to the better class, the winner can impose a penalty upon them.

Which brings us to the raccoon by the name of Weil...Ki'Taye to be precise. She's a member of class F, who just lost a Summoner Test War, which means they just got a new penalty: their desks were replaced with cardboard boxes. It didn't help that she was a probationary student. Her scores were so low, she wasn't much help in the last war.

It also meant that her avatar could interact with real world things. Her attempt to use that to her advantage and beat other avatars into submission with a broom failed. To make matters worse, she was still store from the beating her avatar took, for when her avatar felt pain, she felt pain to match.

Which was why she was rushing down the hallway, during their lunch period, with an ice pack on her head. She was tired of constantly losing. She was tired of constantly being in pain. She was going to get better, she swore it. Sad to say, there was only one way she could think of doing it.

The door to class A's classroom flew open as she entered, her absolute lack of subtlety shining like a lighthouse out in the harbor. "Pardon me!" she announced herself, with every single member of Class A's attention focusing on her. That, of course, made her a little bit nervous. She adjusted her shirt and skirt and cleared her throat. "I...I was h-hoping that someone...someone would be willing to tutor me? I want to get a better."

She took a deep breath and braced for impact. Class A was notorious for looking down on everyone else, class F in particular. She was taking a huge risk of ridicule and scorn, but she felt it was worth it...

[Lattenmon]

Class A was, of course, congratulating itself over successfully destroying their opponents in the Summoner Test Wars, once again, reaping in the benefits of their higher-tech and better-supplied classrooms, having decided to take away the fridges from the Class B this year. Oof, the complaining they heard was music to their ears! They even had the 'balls' to rent a violinist to play the saddest music he knew to the class while they ate.

This particular moment, though, they were busy relaxing and talking amongst themselves, enjoying a nice hot lunch bar when some lost-seeming raccoon interrupted their meal by barging into their area.

She was met with stunned silence as everyone stared at her, including one particular Siberian Husky by name of Tatyana Chen, spoon still in her maw while she enjoyed her bloody-steak stew, her brown and white eyes focused on her. She had just asked for a tutor when the entire class laughed, in unison, to the loudest they could muster.

'What a joke!' some said. 'She must be homeless!' a stray comment hurled, all assaulting the poor woman's ears amidst the unceasing laughter.

Finally, a few of the buff and burly students got up and approached her, crowding around her with bemused looks and wicked grins across their mugs. A bulldog, a Zebra transfer, and a Stork. They started pushing her in before a voice cut in.

"Ken! Zeus! Gerald! Back out, I got this." The Husky said, her fur meticulously groomed as she got between  the males and the hapless racoon woman.

"Takes a lot of guts to jump the classes like that, too bad you couldn't muster it during the tests...Weil." She took a moment to check the listing on the student that her own avatar had prepared for her, then flinches. "Ooof. And you did not do well, either." She chuckled, tossing a vid of the raccoon's paultry participation onto the screen in back to play. "Good attempt at thinking outside the box, though," she complimented even as she set about humiliating her with the video. She watched, then chuckled as the raccoon's avatar was beaten, looking back to her. "I think you should go." She glared sternly at her, or would be, if her eyes weren't moving across the keyboard in her eye-projected display system the A class had.

With that, she shoved the raccoon back, then administered a forceful kick to her midsection, effectively removing her from the large assembly of students, the door snapping shut before her to cut out (most of) the noise of laughter from the class from the raccoon.

Shortly thereafter, a message would be sent to Weil and her avatar, easily read anytime she could manage it. 'Meet me at the community library doors tonight, 8pm, sharp. You're late, you're done.' Singed by the winking face of the husky girl.

The community Library would be with easy walking distance for the raccoon girl, but it would be closed by that time. She must have something up her sleeve.

[Micah Weil]

Weils were naturally curious, that was for certain. Despite the fact she had been...removed in such a matter, the message perked her interest. She wondered if the kick was merely show to save face...still, this would be her best shot at getting better. She just had to show up on time.

Early, in her case. It was about 7:50 that evening when she arrived at the library. The school uniform had been replaced by comfortable clothing: loose fitting jeans, a belly shirt with her obsession du jour (in this case, the latest super sentai group who's theme was sushi for some reason), and those sneakers with the flashing heels. In the end, she was a kid at heart, and that's what mattered to her. She slipped into the library quietly and went to find herself a table to sit at. Out came her phone to double check her messages to make sure she was in the right spot at the right time.

[Lattenmon]

The librarian, an older coot by the name of Jamie on the giraffe's name badge, was none-too-pleased to see someone setting up shop in her library. "Oh, can't you see we're closed, young lady! Mmm, must've forgotten to lock the door again. I can't have you inside, you gotsta head home and do your homework somewhere else!" She shoos the raccoon out the doors and shuts them rather loudly, locking them behind her, mutterings heard behind the door as she heads off, later exiting out a side door to head home.

Tatyana, of course, was hiding in the shadows of a tree beside the building, at the same side as that side door, watching the goings-on as the raccoon found herself out on her ass outside again, a smile on her lips. She stepped out of the shadows, revealing her to be in a modest shirt and sweater vest combo with a long skirt that reached down to her knees. "I said the doors, bakka." She giggles, shaking her head. She walks past the husky to the other side of the library, where a security-coded entrance was. "Don't mind Jamie, though. She'll end up being your greatest asset here, when I'm not. She's just a bit sour at having been an 'F' student like yourself, but she'll warm up to you if she sees you in here every day."

Tatyana swipes her school's band, and the lock clicks open. Inside, there was a couple rooms branching off a small but well-furnished snack bar area. with a couple tables. Each of the rooms branching out was a small study area, with one or two conference-type rooms. Well-furnished for a library, even for college standards. "The Academy helps fund this library, so it deemed to give the A class it's own study space, open 24/7 for us, unsupervised." She grins, looking to her, then ushers her in and into one of the side rooms where a computer terminal sat at.

"The easiest way to boost your grades at this point are going to start with reading, and the best way, surprisingly, is going to be comics." She takes a seat on the desk beside the computer, motioning to it with her head. "They're short reads, cover lots of topics, and are worth a good deal of points towards your grades. Plus, they also have some lovely eye-candy sometimes, too." She grins, fanning her legs, letting the long skirt drape between her thighs as she sat there.

[Micah Weil]

She followed the husky in, simply in awe of what she saw. Not only did the A students have the best stuff IN school, they had their own private facilities OFF campus! She wandered in slowly, slack jawed and, unfortunately, not paying attention to a word she said. She looked at the computer terminal, just trying to process everything, before a single word caught her attention. "Comics?" She turned to face her, her ringed tail sweeping and coming to rest on the opposite side of the raccoon. It was...fluffier. Perhaps she was a bit frazzled?

[Lattenmon]

Tatyana nodded, crossing her legs as she leaned back a little bit, scooting back to rest against the wall. "Yes. Like I said, simple to read and do the tests on, and they cover a wide range of topics, for raccoons that didn't catch me the first time." She stuck her tongue out at her, crossing her arms before her while she looked at the cute raccoon. "From there, it's harder, but some of us do comics for some cheese tests to buff the grades." She sat, looking to her. "Flustered, my dear?" Tatyana looked to be well composed, almost aristocratic in her current posture, in complete control of herself, looking on like addressing an underling.

[Micah Weil]

"Y-yeah. I am." She found herself somewhere to sit down and shut her eyes. She took a few moments to calm herself before speaking up again. "I'm not sure what's wearing on me more. The fact that this exists, the fact that I get to use it, or the fact that there is a class A student treating me like a person." She leaned against her seat slowly, before turning to the comics. She sought something obscure...something that wasn't being put on a movie screen this summer.

[Lattenmon]

THe comics were housed in the Academy's school server, but the intranet had access to it. THey were sorted neatly by release date, genre, setting, all sorts of things, and were meticulously kept up by some of the more industrious Class A's and a few Class B's, with new releases being categorized immediately, as quickly as they were read and scanned in.

A folder, though, was tucked away, which was simply labeled 'Adult'. This folder contained the more raunchy ones that still held some merit to them, like sexual safety or other topics, but the purely sexual were simply sorted into 'Non-Academic'. These files would never be found on-campus by lower classes, they were simply things that a web spider had managed to scrape a hole for, hence the mostly non-sorted nature.

Tatyana, of course, was watching from around the screen for a little ways, but then chuckled and leaned back. "I, frankly, think that getting cardboard boxes for desks is a little extreme of a punishment, but at least your skirt wasn't shortened by a couple inches again." She crossed her legs again, then looked to her, smiling a little bit. "Though... Nothing comes free, Ki-Taye. I will expect something in return." She looks on, a smug smile on her lips.

[Micah Weil]

"Pfft...never complained about the shortened skirts." Her mouse cursor would hover in the general direction of that "Non-academic" folder a couple of times, but she did find herself moving towards something a bit more school appropriate. Her ears twitched back and forth as she scanned over everything. "How...did they get this much? I didn't think the school had the budget for this sort of thing..." She leaned closer to the screen, clearly not having heard that last bit from the husky. The poor girl, completely oblivious to what was in store for her...

[Lattenmon]

Tatyana grins as she watches the 'coon, shaking her head. She kicks off a shoe, then uses her hose-clad foot to press into the 'coon's cheek to jar her from her thoughts. "Hey, you there, you listening?" She waits until she has the 'coon's full attention. "Being as that I'm giving you something that you want, I have something that I want." She pushes on Ki'taye's forehead with her toes, then rests it on the 'coon's thigh. "Most of A class is filled with braggarts who are constantly talking about their latest conquests and 'who did what's,' which can make it hard for someone like me to enjoy some quality time with someone without it making the rounds. So, in exchange for helping you, I want you to pleasure me. Every night." She looks to her sternly, arms crossed over her chest, pressing firmly on Ki'taye's thigh with her heel.

[Micah Weil]

Well, with the fact that she now had a foot on her face, her attention was caught. She grunted and grabbed her ankle. "Oi! What's with the foot job?" The sudden mention of "pleasuring" caused her to turn to the pupper, an eyebrow quirked up. "You a foot fetishist or something?" She ran a finger along the desk, her curiosity having not only changed tracks, but doing a full on roll over the people waiting to get on. They could both hear the internals of the building kicking in. "Not saying that it's a bad thing, mind you. I'm not one to judge in the least."

Was she about to summon her avatar?

[Lattenmon]

The husky grinned, moving her foot to rub underneath the raccoon's chin. "I guess I'm a little bit of a foot fetishist, so you can worship them, but I want you to be worshiping something else, as well..." She uncrosses her arms and brings them down to the hem of her skirt and lifts it up slightly, not enough to fully display anything, but hopefully enough to get the point across. "While I am assisting you in getting your grades up, I expect total silence about everything we'll engage in from you, or the deal is off. I want you to to forfeit your Avatar to my keeping while in-school. And if you cross me in any way, your ass is grass, and I will personally bust you down every chance I get." She gave her a stern look once more. "Got it?"

[Micah Weil]

So far, it seemed like what she was expecting. It was going to be easy keeping quiet about it, since she was sure that such shenanigans would get them both kicked out - or worse, sent to remedial classes. Besides, it could be fun. But when the question of Avatars came up...

"You know that I can't surrender my Avatar. It's even in the pamphlet that they gave us. They're unique to us and cannot be traded." She leaned back in her seat with a pained smirk. "Besides, what would you want with a probationary avatar? If that thing gets hit, I feel it. It's not fun."

[Lattenmon]

Tatyana smirked, then leaned back, spreading her legs slightly. "I ask for it to keep you focused. Like you said, you feel every hit, so I don't want you to be suffering from brunt trauma every time I see you after class. It should actually help keep you from getting into a fight if some A-class student is taunting you by keeping it in a jar, and would be typical of our class' ego, it has happened before to particularly lecherous students in both classes." She smiled, relaxing in her seat, eyeing the raccoon. "But now... I think I would like some repayment..." She squirmed in her seat slightly, tail tip twitching beside her, the only thing besides her grin betraying her excitement.

[Micah Weil]

What in the world was she yammering about? Keeping an avatar in a jar? How in the world was that going to work? Her confusion was plain on her face, and she made no attempt to hide it. Well, that was the case, at least until she heard the word "payment" pop up again. She smiled and leaned on her knees. "And what sort of payment were we looking at?"