Homeroom
By Limewah
Patron Reward for Moxas (August 2023)
18+
SNEAK PEEK
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The blue-furred rabbit watched the CCTV screen for Room 3B from his little office. Even through his opaque domino mask, his eyes were piercing, authoritative - the exact look one would expect from a Dean.  
The classroom on the screen was small and austere, beige walls and tile floors with eight wood-and-metal desks with matching chairs laid out, 2 by 3. It was not exactly a welcoming place, very much in keeping with the old Prussian model of schoolteaching.
The ‘bell’ rang, a four-note rising arpeggio of synthesised bongs, another school-time throwback. The dean continued to wait, slowly doing-up the buttons of his violet velvet waistcoat - the thing that gave him his namesake, aside from the similarly coloured thong that was the only thing he wore below the waist.

Thirty seconds later, on the dot, the first students entered through the door. A seal, an orca, a harpy-eagle, a raccoon, a hare, and a rat. All of them former heroes, of varying heights, but all of them in peak physical condition. They were all dressed in tight, crisp shirts with x-shaped stretch marks around each button, as well as equally tight, darker shorts. 
Even through the green-tinted screen, the Dean could see the class’ eyes spiralling as they entered and marched to their seats. They moved as though they were on a grid, stopping on the spot before turning at a right angle and moving once more. 
When each one reached their chair, they came to a standstill, and waited - the one exception was a short raccoon who had to climb onto a tall wooden step to stand next to his seat.
They would wait as long as they needed to before they were told to sit.
That was the Velvet Dean’s cue. With a chuckle, he adjusted his now-bulging crotch and stood from his desk. He took his long yardstick, stroking its hard edge against his palm as he leisurely walked down the hall. Brief glances to some of the other classrooms confirmed that the education of the other pupils (by some of his recent graduates, no less) was going splendidly. 
These newcomers, though… he wanted to give them a personal touch.
He tugged on the lapel of his violet blazer and spied himself in a window to make sure his bow-tie was also just-so. With a sharp left-turn, he entered room 3B. They all watched him, still standing, an expectant nervous look on their faces - some vestiges of resistance coming through, maybe recognizing him from past encounters.
Rap rap rap went the ruler on the corner of the desk, and all of them shot erect once more, eyes spinning faster.
“Be seated, class,” he said as he rounded the table.. He didn’t even need to look. Just hearing the synchronised scrape and shift as all 6 backsides were planted in their seats was delicious in itself. 
They were so well-trained already. But he couldn’t show how delighted he was with that, just yet. The stiff upper lip was essential.
He looked at his class. Six pairs of rainbow-swirling eyes stared back at him with blank expectancy. Their hands were resting on the tables, alert and prepared for the day’s lesson.

“Good morning, class,” the Dean said.
“Good morning, Sir,” the class responded in perfect unison. The rabbit smiled, making a mental note to raise the Orientation team’s wages. There was not a hint of resistance from any of them already. While he did take some sadistic pleasure in breaking the last vestiges of will, it was nice to have a slightly easier job.
He saved his smile for when he faced away from them and began to write on the classroom’s chalkboard.

TODAY’S EXERCISE
IMAGINATION

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