Chapter 5

Keith naps for a bit. Around midnight he cracks an eye open and discovers he is alone in the room. He slides quietly off the table and heads to the door leading out of the nurse's station, checking to see if it is unlocked, or if it is locked, if he can get it open. He finds the door is locked, but not hard to open from this side. Keith unlocks the door and slips out, closing it quietly behind himself. He then follows the route Zoey showed him the night before, trying to find his way back to that underground bar. It doesn't take him long to find the ladder, but finding the right brick for the secret door takes longer. It is well hidden brick, and has to be to try and prevent accidental openings. It takes at least five minutes of kicking stones before he finds it. Though at least once he know exactly which one it was, it should be easier to find in the future. The bar is a bit sparse this evening, luckily for him.

Keith grunts as the passage opens and starts into the club, heading for the bar as he looks to see who all is there. He remembers what the headmistress said about getting close to anyone with a dick, so he isn't looking forward to meeting Cyko, but he has to figure this out. It doesn't help that he is still in his gym uniform, preppy shorts and a t-shirt, bare foot, with a white bandanna over his nose with a smiley face hanging over his muzzle.

Cyko isn't currently at the bar, but after a few minutes he walks up with a small crate from the back door. "Oh, 'ey there. You're lookin 'appier today." He grins and sets the small crate down, having a few drinks and food items in it, seems like he was about to restock since it was currently slow. Of course, what the dog really notices is that the hedgehog doesn't set Keith off at all. Keith blinks at the talk about being happier, and then rolls his eyes, saying as clearly as his slurred voice can manage, "Got fucked with for pissing off a bear... Need your help."

Cyko grins as you get it and rolls your eyes. "You gotta try and keep a bit of levity, iffen you want to remain sane round here, mate." He says in reply first and then cocks his head at the slurred voice. "So either you got sloshed after that, or you got really fucked."

Keith flats his ears back and blushes as he hikes the bandanna enough that Cyko can see what was done. The hedgehog blinks and you'll have to forgive him if he laughs a bit, it’s not at the canid, just at the ridiculousness of it. He quickly composes himself. "Sorry mate, not meaning to make ya feel bad. It’s just... that's a bit over tha top. I'm used ta Selene cuntting people, but never anything like that."

Keith grunts, "For a minute I thought she was going to kill me..."

Cyko blinks at the thought and then shakes his head. "Selene? Nah. She's a total professional. I've never known 'er to act out in anger or flip 'er shit."

Keith narrows his eyes, "She ripped me off the nurse's bed, shook me in the air and told me she hated me. Trust me; there was nothing professional in that shit."

Cyko looks taken aback by that. "Are ya sure you weren't 'aving a nightmare? I've been here for several years, 'eard many a stories about 'er. But NEVER once 'ave I 'eard about 'er being that violent."

Keith shakes his head, "Pretty sure... I was out of the fog from this..." motioning to the bruise across his face, "...before she came to punish me for it."

Cyko says, "Well, fer now I'm gonna chalk that up to you getting knocked silly by a bear an’ ‘aving an altered perception on events. Not saying that I don't believe ya, just that that seems totally out of character for 'er. But ‘ere." He say handing you a slip of paper, it has his room number and phone number on it. "Something like that 'appens again, come talk to me any time. You don't 'ave to wait for my bar to be open." "

Keith nods slowly, and then says, "The nurse said to talk to you about amped arousal..."

You can see a visible shudder from the hedgehog. "Yeah, back in my freshman year, I got ‘it by such a punishment. My libido permanently set on 11, fer about a week."

Keith grunts again, leaning against the bar, "I've been hornier than this... but she said that in the presence of anyone with a dick it would get a lot worse... maybe she was just lying to me though, it isn't any worse standing next to you."

Cyko chuckles softly. "Oh, I doubt she's lying; because it’s not wrong yet." He says with a sly grin.

Keith blinks, "Huh?"

Cyko huffs softly. "It’s my big 'secret'." Well not really secret to anyone that's been here for more then a few month. "I was cuntted my first year here. Made some stupid statement that I don't really remember that well anymore, and she found it amusing to twist my words."

Keith sighs as he puts his head in his hands, "And she kept you that way?"

Cyko says, "Not in the way you are thinking. See, that was what one could call my 'big' punishment. I got it within my first week, and it pretty much took nearly my entire first year to really learn my lesson... Between the length and other smaller punishments like the libido bit... you kinda start to forget what 'normal' is like and start to enjoy what you have. By that point, I just decided to keep it."

Keith would frown if he could, "So how did you deal with the crazy libido shit?"

"I wouldn't worry about that with you, least with this one. There is no way she's gonna let something this noticeable be permanent" He replies "Well, fer the first few days, I isolated myself in my room. At that time I was still being stubborn about 'aving a cunt and ‘ad refused to touch it any more then I ‘ad to. So being ‘it with such a punishment, after not masturbating for 3 months... Kinda ‘ard... Refusing to give in and even touch yerself? Completely maddening. It was my girlfriend that snapped me outta it, and got me to orgasm fer the first time since the change."

Keith slumps his shoulders, "Great, nothing that helps my situation."

The hedgehog says, "It does, more or less. If ya try to ignore it or fight it, it’s going to grow. It’s going to get worse. Soon all your thoughts will turn to sex, and if yer still fighting them, you're fighting yer entire mind. That is not a battle yer gonna win, mate. Ya need a way to break with the worst parts of it, so that yer not always on. If ya want to remain sane, you're gonna need to satisfy your urges."

Keith shakes his head, "I'm not doing that..." he then sighs and turns to leave, figuring that he isn't going to get any advice that he can accept.

"Ya will sooner or later, trust me on this. Ya might not like it... but it will happen." Cyko says, he wasn't being jovial or giving you a bright side speech, he was being truthful, though not harshly so. As Keith walks towards the door he suddenly runs into a wall of fur. It didn't take long to realize who it was...

Keith blinks, and takes a step back, "Oh for fuck sake..." as he looks up at the bear. And then he feels it, a shudder in his guts as the taste of cunt gets stronger in his mouth, swallowing several times as the smiley face over his 'mouth' starts to darken with 'drool'. His cock swells in his shorts, which aren't designed to contain erections the same way jeans can. His ears flick back and he can't help diverting his gaze from checking out the bear's shoulders and arms to looking down at her crotch in almost disbelief.

The bear had no arms to speak of; her shoulders were completely rounded off. She was wearing a simple sleeveless shirt that left her large breasts loose with no bra to contain them, and a skirt that didn't look like it had anything out of place.

Keith uhs, "H... hey... um..."

Becky looks down to you, clearly not a friendly look as she walks past you and over to the bar.

Keith grunts, shuddering at the response of his body... that... has to mean she has a dick... right? He turns to look at her as she steps over to the bar, and he would grit his teeth... if he had teeth. He stands there watching her for a minute.

Cyko smiles, being his typical cherry self, as he addresses Becky... he gets a growl from her after a 'mostly 'armless' joke. He proceeds to get her a drink, with a bendy straw. Nothing Keith sees can show if she has a dick or not, other than the fact that his mouth is going insane over her.

Keith mutters, "Fuck." and starts back towards the bar and the bear, "Hey..."

Becky looks over to you. "The fuck do you want?" She asks as she looks down to him, obviously not in a good mood.

Keith says, "Same thing you want... to get out of our punishments."

The bear says, "Yeah, and I also want to see you as far away from here as possible, but that clearly ain't happening either."

Keith says, "Yeah, but everyone tells me that running away from the problem just makes it last longer, so I'm not leaving. So here's the deal... I was a dick. I'm sorry. I shoulda kept my mouth shut and not pissed you off, obviously. I picked that fight, even if you punched first. So until you get your arms back, I'll help you however you need... you really want me to leave, fine, I'll leave. But this offer's only on the table tonight. Take it and I'll be your arms until you're forgiven. Leave it... and at least I can say I fucking tried." his tone is... sour, but he doesn't sound like he's bullshitting at least.

The bear is quiet for a long moment as she looks to you. "Yeah, like I'm gonna let you get off that easily." she comments. "Fine, you want to help me, well then you’re my official arms. But I hear any kinda of backtalk about it, as this is YOUR idea, or any kind of insults... it probably not gonna go well for you." While she didn't like you, she still wasn't gonna let you have an easy victory because she refused.

Keith would again frown at the terms, but nods, "Deal. Though I gotta warn you, apparently the punishment I got... had you in mind..." then he asks, "How many classes do we share, anyway?"

Becky says, "We got first period and third together, not sure about the rest without seeing your schedule."

Keith winces, he had been hoping to skip first period under the guise of helping the bear, he says, "It's probably in my locker in the locker room... with my clothes. Assuming it hasn't been sent to my room, or dumped in the trash."

Becky nods "Well then, I guess we're gonna have to take a trip to the gym to see if your shit's still there."

Keith nods, "Fair enough... Wanna wait here and finish your drink, or have me wait and go with you?"

"Wait next to the statue. I'll be up in a moment. Maybe I can tolerate your presence more while buzzed."

Keith nods with a sigh and grabs a large wad of bar napkins, stuffing them under his nearly soaked bandanna as he starts out of the club to wait where he was ordered. It pisses him off to have to lackey to someone, especially the bear, but he can't exactly live with a slut-socket for a face.

Its several minutes before she joins him... In that time, he finds the arousal decreasing slowly, probably about a 9 before she arrives at the Statue again, shooting it back up to an 11. It’s probably not best to ask how an armless bear gets up and down a ladder he muses. Keith assumes it is with her teeth. It's how he would do it. The sudden rise in arousal again makes him groan, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants. She can probably smell the reek of pussy in the air around him, his free hand still holding a bunch of napkins under the bandanna

From the way she moves, it’s obvious that she's a bit more than just buzzed. "Alright, so you lead the way. As... As you image I have trouble with... with doors lately...” She says pauses occasionally to get her words right, she's not yet fully caught on to the dog's situation due to her inebriated state, not yet at least. 

Keith nods as he leads the way to the gym, checking to see if the door to the locker room is locked with it being after hours or not. While doing so, he asks, "So... were... you born with a dick, or is that another punishment?" The gym door is indeed locked. 

Becky looks to him, "Were you b-born an ass, or does it... it just come n- naturally?" She tries to deflect his attention.

Keith grunts, "I wasn't born an ass... I was raised that way." he punches the door in frustration at finding it locked, "Well... fuck."

Becky snerks. "Poor little doggy c.-can't pick locks?" She replies

Keith shakes his head, "Nope. Never learned how, so unless you can talk me through it, I guess I have to hope that someone took it to my room."

Becky looks from you to the door. "Too sl-sloshed for... that. Plan B. Duck!" She says and once he is out of the way she kicks the door, striking the lock with her boot. The lock never had a chance. "Y-you did that." She says as the door swings open, now lock free...

Keith blinks, "Hey! I don't know how drunk you are... but no one is going to believe that I was strong enough to break a door." he shakes his head and steps into the locker room, heading for the locker he stowed his stuff in, opening it up to see if his stuff is still inside.

"I didn't b-break the door. I broke... the lock." She says as she staggers in battling a bit to keep her balance after the sudden movement and lack of arms throws her balance off in addition to the booze. "Even you c-could manage that with a... a hammer or rock, or s-something..." She replies and follows behind you. 

Keith opens the locker and sighs, "Great. And that's why I suggested we check my room..." motioning to the empty locker.

Becks replies, "Huh... Must h-*hic*-have a friend... that decided to t... take it. I-I'm surprised..." "

Keith sighs, "So it was either Zoey or the... the rat. Let’s go check my room..." he takes a peek at the door to see if he can fix the lock, but... let’s face it; the lock, and possibly the frame will be damaged from that kick. The lock looks dead, it has ceased to be, it is an ex-lock. The frame is in much better... but will still need to be replaced; the hole for the deadbolt is definite proof that someone with real strength did this.

Keith lets out a sigh and shakes his head, "Come on..." he then leads the way to his room, on the way there he asks, "Okay, so... how do you want to work this. What things do you, and do you not want my help with? Should I assume you don't want me in your room... helping you dress or wiping you in the toilet?"

The bear says, "Got a... a roommate that can h-*hic*-help me with the m-more personal stuff." She replies and as she follows behind you, doing her best to keep on a straight path behind you. "Pretty sure you can h-handle the rest... Carrying my shit, doing my homework, etc..." "

Keith snorts, "Not sure you want me doing your homework... I'm usually a D to C student..." He opens the door to his room and steps in, "Welcome to my personal hell..." looking to see if his stuff is there.

"Fine, I'll find someone sm-smarter for that." She replies and follows you into the room. "Ah, so you get one of the shitty first year rooms." She replies. 

Keith says, "Surprise. I get shitty everything." He looks around for his stuff with a sigh.

"Oh you're not the only one that gets these rooms... but they do have less use..." She states and leans against the door frame. Keith finds his clothes and stuff on the bed, with another nude picture of Zoey, and a note. 'Took initiative to fetch your shit for ya, was gonna have you do a scavenger hunt for it ending in my room, but I figured you had enough today with that bear bitch. cya later puppy.'

Keith chuckles softly, and then grabs his schedule, "Okay, let’s see what classes I can help you with."

"Alright, seems we got second and third period together tomorrow...” Becky replies as she looks over the paper

Keith nods, "Okay. And Wednesday is it just English and PE?"

She nods "Yeah, looks like it."

Keith nods slowly, "Alright. So English, lunch and PE on odd days, and Home EC and Sex-Ed on the rest. Do you need me at breakfast and dinner?"

She nods "Probably be easiest that way."

Keith sets down the paper and asks, "When do you get up for breakfast?"

Becky says, "Usually up about 6 am, to get everything I need done."

Keith glances at the clock on his phone and then says, "Alright, well that's in about five hours... so why don't you go back to your room so I can jerk off in peace, because I have never been this fucking horny in my life, and you aren't helping."

Becky nods some. "Yeah, sure... I need to sleep off the booze anyway, and if I stay here I'm probably gonna crash." And considering her size, she could mean that literally...

Keith waits for her to go, and then closes and locks the door, grumbling as he sets his alarm and strips down, flopping out on his bed and jerking off his cock until he is spent, only to go to bed still just as horny as if he hadn't bothered. He falls asleep cursing the Headmistress, and tosses and turns during the night, cunt on his mind... and on his breath, waking up to his alarm with a frustrated cry.