Feral High (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 2, Danger Will Robinson!

The first day seemed to be blazing past Anon, whose head was entirely wrapped up in just trying to navigate the eclectic school grounds and hallways. He had a chaperone everywhere he went, often in the form of the previous classroom's teacher, making sure he arrived to each new place safely without being mobbed by the gaggles of Anthro students that surrounded him. He had came across some strangely wild popularity, everyone had questions and focused their attention on him, but again it felt more like he was being sized up to eat. Eventually everyone would realize how lackluster and boring he was, and he could resume a normal school life. Still, it was kind of fun being actively sought out for conversation.

At his old school, he was ignored on the best of days, and picked on ruthlessly on the worst. Somehow, despite previous racial tensions, there was absolutely no animosity what to speak of, the rainbow variety of species treating him like one of the group already, although some did seem a bit overeager to be included in projects with him. Maybe he was just overthinking things, Anthros might just be naturally more friendly. The only thing to get used to now was the smell. It wasn't that they stank, but Anthros did have a much stronger natural odor than Humans did, and the tightly packed classrooms quickly seemed to get overheated. Thankfully he always had a window seat.

By near the end of the day, activity had slackened off around him, and the Coach of the PE class was leading him to his locker. The Coach was a Rhino, a burly figure that parted crowds all by himself, tough grey hide marked with scars and tattoos, and a no-nonsense look to his horned face that scared off even the more hardcore looking types. He barely spoke beyond shouting encouragement or orders when in class, but Anon suspected a softer side. The one time he had seen Coach checking his phone, he had seen an adorable baby rhino girl in a pink onesie beaming at the camera. He tried to keep questions polite and unintrusive, as he fiddled with the door to his locker.

All he ever usually got in response however was "Uh-huh," or "Yup," or "Gaff." The last word was apparently an Anthro one, but he hadn't figured out the meaning. A lot of Anthros said it around him. Maybe he would do some research on it, that and a very mysterious detail he had read about in Social Studies called "Fury", which was a key attribute to the Anthro race, apparently contributing to their darker past and why they rarely fought in wars anymore.

A disturbance down the hall came to his ears and he peered around Coach to see some kind of squabble going on. He couldn't make out any details, only a large packed mass of Anthro students and teachers milling around and talking loudly. He mentioned it to Coach, who grunted angrily. "Classroom 4-A's down that way. Don't be late. Home room's important," the Rhino said, and then began stomping off down the hall to investigate, leaving Anon alone.

Shrugging, and deciding it was best that he follow the teacher's advice, he turned back to his locker and began putting away his books. The thick scent of something thick, acrid, and musky filled the air around him suddenly and he blinked, sniffing hard. Something soft brushed his leg and he looked down. A spotted, yellow-furred tail was tapping against his leg, and he leaned around his locker door to see who it belonged to.

His eyes met a hungry pair of bright yellow orbs, staring right up at him. Their owner, a pretty, if pinched faced Leopard girl was grinning at him, long teeth flashing, ears twitching and glinting with several long earrings. She had a lot of makeup on around her eyes, and she was deliberately leaning forwards towards him, hands in her pockets. Spiky jewlery hung around her wrists and was studded into the jacket she wore over a t shirt that had a deliberately low cut v-neck. A short black skirt barely reached her thighs, and it seemed intentional.

"Sup, what's up!" she rasped up at him, head coming up just to his shoulders. Her spots were done in an eclectic pattern, and obviously touched up with tattoos to make her head seem on fire. "How goes it newbie?"