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Life as a high schooler has its ups and its downs. The biggest down for the mouse girl has got to be the juxtaposition between her maturity and the fact she's still stuck in a system meant for children. When her birthday came around, she got herself her first credit card and immediately ordered herself an amazing new device. Though she was forced to wait to save on shipping, she knew it would be totally worth it. Besides, she was still busy with all of her school work to waste time waiting for her present to arrive. She has to maintain her grades in order to get into a good college. At night, she also entertained herself with alone time in her room, watching videos on all the techniques that she could try with her new toy. But, even before she ordered it, she knew exactly what she wanted to use it on.

One week before she ordered her package, the mouse approached the track team at lunch. The mouse slapped her palms on the table, her face a bright red, and glasses so thick no one could see the wavering in her eyes. "I-I-I want to s-s-sign up for t-track!" she squeaks.

A few of the other girls laugh at her insistence, but the captain, a rather cute feline, stands up and holds her hand out. "You got yourself a deal, Red. Training is on Thursdays."

"R... Red?" the mouse squeaks, taking the captain's hand.

"Yeah. It's the blushing. It's cute."

"C... cute!?" this revelation serves to make 'Red' even more red!

On the first day of training, 'Red,' sits in the locker room, keeping her head low as undressed girls chatted and gossiped with each other in various stages of undress. Once the captain blows her whistle, all of the other girls get in line, but Red waits for them to turn away before she even begins. Her track outfit is a white t-shirt and a pair of running shorts. The shirt runs too long and too baggy and the shorts are tight on her hips. She can't help but let her tail run along the outlined buttcrack, which causes her to shudder and gasp. When one of the girls looks around the corner at her, asking her what's taking so long, she stands up at attention and she runs up to join the line, wondering in the back of her head if the girl saw her having a little fun

The first day is murder. She falls so far behind and is so out of breath when she comes back in that she collapses on the bench, huffing and puffing as the bulk of the girls walk out of the showers and get themselves dressed up. Curiously, though, the shower is still running. She quirks an eyebrow and peeks around the corner, only to see that the captain stands there, facing away and nude, washing soap all over her body.

Red gulps. If her plan is to work the way she planned, then it means that she would not be alone during the most intimate part of the exercise. Can she really pull it off? She starts to doubt it. But, just then, her phone buzzes, and she looks to it. Her package has arrived.

The next week of school goes just about as normally as it would, but when the day for the next trial run comes about, Red decides to put her plan completely into motion, captain or no. She's tried things like this before, using these discrete toys of hers to live dangerously, but she's an adult now, and adults can get away with much more than a teen can.

It is with the surge of confidence that adulthood affords her that allows her to walk into school that day, dressed up in her school uniform, but with one little extra edition. In her first class, Red keeps herself nice and quiet, her hands folded, a smile on her face, but a slight blush forming upon her cheeks.

The track team captain shares the first class with her, and the teacher, a pink reptilian lady, calls of the feline to pass out papers. By pure happenstance, the usually fleet-footed cat trips on an exposed binder, and falls by Red's side. Her face rests just beside her as she holds herself up, but the captain's ears twitch. What's that she hears? A slight buzz? But where is it coming from? She looks to one side, seeing nothing of interest, then looks to the other and sees Red's tail. Red doesn't have pockets, so it can't be her phone, but wait... is that a string tied around the base of her tail?

"If you're so fast on the track," the teacher says, "maybe you should put some of that skill to use picking up the slack!?"

The captain apologizes, and she gathers up the paper, yet the buzzing sound stays in the back of her mind as she goes throughout her day.

Red may be a calm, studious student on the outside, but sweat builds up on her forehead as the cat scrutinized her. Her glasses fog up as she wonders if the captain saw her. Because deep down, she really, really wants her to.

The time for the track meet comes, and Red dresses up in her running outfit. Just like last time, she lags behind the rest of the team, puffing heavily. This time, however, she has a little friend to keep her company. With each stride that she takes, the string tied to her tail bounces, pulling the little bead vibrator out a bit. With every other step, her panties would push it back in, so while she may be screwed in making a good qualifying time, she was having a quality screw at the same time!

Despite her abysmal time, she keeps a smile on her face, and the captain catches up to her on the second lap, matching her slow speed. "Hey there, Red! You're living up to your nickname today!"

Red glances over at her, biting her lip. Does the captain know?

"I thought I'd keep you company. I really appreciate you wanting to better yourself like this. Don't get discouraged, I couldn't do a run like this when I started! Got to say, Red, you're like, really inspiring. I remember you whining and complaining about having to do the Mile Run back in the third grade. You make me want to try new things!"

Red blushes a bit deeper. Are they seriously having a bonding moment out here? With this toy jamming itself into her and buzzing like crazy?

The captain slows down to a stop takes the time to stretch. "Yeah, well, anyway. That's a good enough run for now. The other girls are gone, so I'm thinking about grabbing a shower. See you tomorrow at class!"

Red watches her leave, and the mouse takes a big gulp, her fingers gripping at her top, knowing fully well what she intends to do next and how it might affect this blossoming friendship. Is it worth it, just for the cheap thrill to jeopardize everything?

The captain lets the water pour over her fur and sighs in relief. There really is nothing quite like having a nice cool shower all alone after everyone else has left. She runs her hands over her face and body, letting the sweat and dirt of the country roads run off of her. But, while she has her eyes closed, she hears something she never would have expected--the faucet of an adjacent shower turning on.

She blinks her eyes open and does a doubletake when she sees Red standing there, her smaller frame in full view. Though she took her glasses off, the mouse keeps her eyes closed. Even as she runs her hands over her hair, the mouse breathes deeply, uncomfortably, as if she had a nasty secret she was hiding.

It makes the captain's heart flutter.

The cat opens her mouth to say something, but can't find the words. Instead, she just drinks in the sight as Red runs a washcloth over her body, sudding herself up, as if it was no big deal. And really, a shower should be no big deal. It's just the captain wants to take one alone.... Usually.

The cat gulps, her whiskers twitching as the water continues to pour on her, yet she cannot move as Red's hands go over her chest and her stomach. The mouse's tail twitches every so often, and her mouth opens, as if she was going to say something herself, yet she doesn't, either.

After a few minutes of lathering herself up, Red turns the water off, the only shower running now the captain's own. The captain turns her own shower off, letting the drips of both facets be the only sound for a bit. And, once they stop, there is another sound, a buzzing sound, coming from Red. The mouse's eyes flutter open, but she doesn't look to the cat. Instead, she turns around and walks back on over to the lockers, letting the water drip off of her naked body.

The captain leans against the wall, eyes wide, clutching her chest and feeling the excitement congregate around her tummy, yet Red seems so calm, so cool, so collected.

The mouse, however, bites her lips, her hands in front of her fidgeting wildly and her face as red as it has ever been. I... I did it! She thought to herself, Mission Accomplished!