It's your first day of class at this new school, in this new state. You were never the best student, you weren't the most popular, but now, now you're going to buckle down, study hard and make as many friends as you can. This year is going to be great!

Is what you've kept telling yourself despite staring at your own feet as you shuffle your way through the unfamiliar hallways. Giving a sigh you look at the wall, reading, "Q. Walker, 117-A MATH". First class and worst subject, great. At the very least, you're tired enough to sleep through it without much fuss.

Stepping inside, you see your new teacher, a buxom silver fox with streaks of red in her mane. A pair of golden framed glasses sits at the edge of her nose. Tracing her figure with your eyes, your pupils separate, come together, and separate once again as you pass over her breasts, waist and thighs. Mrs. Walker clears her throat, bringing your eyes up to meet hers. "There's a free seat in the back," she coos as you turn and go to the back of the room.

You give your fellow students an awkward smile, earning a few snickers here and there as you pass them by. Finding your way to the back, you take your seat beside a light brown bunny. She rambles an introduction, tripping over her words as you look her over. A cute face, moderately sized breasts, and a... bulge in her skirt.

Looking forward, you pull out your notebook, grab a pen and start doodling in the margins as Mrs. Walker begins class. The fox's dulcet tones grab hold of you and drag you into the subject. Hypnotized, your pen falls to the floor. Pulling yourself free of the daze, you notice Mrs. Walker's skirt bunching up beneath her tail exposing a pair of tight black silken panties hugging her rear. The scrawling of chalk on the board accompanies the doodling of pens on paper as you realize that everyone is focused on her ass, and the sound of her voice. Bending over, you reach for your pen. As you look around, you see that bunny girl's toned, muscular legs, enveloped in her thigh-high socks. Reaching the hem of her skirt, you see the soft, glistening, bright red head of her cock as moisture slowly accumulates at the tip.

Bolting up, you return to your eyes to the front, just in time to see a black tipped silver tail swinging as Mrs. Walker begins explaining quadratic equations and exponential functions. Fuck, your brain begins melting under the influx of information. As your eyes glaze over and begin to wander, you focus on Mrs. Walker's round ass bouncing and jiggling as she hurriedly writes equations and explains the processes. Your pen glides along the paper, as your hand moves of its own volition, taking notes and copying the formulas. Until you hear something you shouldn't, not now at least. You turn towards that sound again and you notice the bunny, skirt hiked up and a hand gripping her cock.

You slowly raise your hand.

"Yes, in the back?" Your teacher responds almost immediately.

Pointing at the bunny. "She's uh..."

"Yes, it's a very serious medical condition I'm afraid, caeruleum ablatisque testiculis. She's been dealt a poor hand I'm afraid, but we're all quite used to it. Please, feel free to join her if that would make you more comfortable."

You turn, and stare at your notebook, if you look hard enough you'll doubtlessly be able to ignite the paper, catching the school on fire, causing an evacuation, and getting you out and away from this nonsense. For the next few minutes, class continues as normal, despite the sound of a masturbating rabbit beside you. For the last few minutes of class, Mrs. Walker hands out a stack of worksheets to review for tomorrow. As you look at her, you can see her wide hips struggling to fit between the narrowly spaced desks. Finally, she arrives at the back of class, she's worked herself up a bit, judging from the first several buttons of her blouse popped open to reveal an ample valley of cleavage. The teacher hands you a packet, thicker than the rest, and as you look up at her to thank her, you notice something. Beneath her thin white blouse, there's nothing, she's going braless and her pink nipples are ever so slightly damp as they grow hard and poke through the fabric. She smiles warmly down at you before turning to your neighbor.

Looking around her hips, you see as she presses her cleavage into the bunny's face. Has she been teasing the rabbit this whole time? The lace, the jiggling, the cleavage? As you come to this realization, her tail brushes across your face, filling your nose with the soothing scent of lavender as she saunters off.

Looking to the bunny again, her breath is short and her back begins to arch. She sweating and her hand is furiously pumping her stony cock. Looking around, you see several more students, cocks out or hands buried between their legs as the last few minutes of class wind down. With the ringing of the bell, the bunny groans and a hot mess of cum splatters across your face and desk.

This is going to be a long school year.

What do you do?