No characters (both humans and non-humans) are below the age of consent.
Also, this is one of the more story-focused chapters.
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For a moment, Zara thought she would have to do this week's course with someone much older. As she got closer, she realized that the girl was somewhere at her age, just looked older because of her clothes.
She had glasses, high heels, black stockings, a very tight light-grey skirt, a white button up shirt with a tie, and above that she wore a dark grey blazer. Her dark brown, almost black, hair was tied in a neat bun at the back of her head.
Like a very young version of Gretchen, Zara thought.
"Good morning," Zara greeted the girl, "You must be my next partner."
"Pardon me, but might I inquire as to the nature of your request?" the girl spoke like a linguistic teacher.
"The course. You know, with Aritimi," Zara replied awkwardly, she barely understood what the girl just said previously.
"Ah! Indeed, I am one of Aritimi's protégés. My sincerest apologies for failing to recognize you as a fellow pupil. I was momentarily ensnared in my own contemplations."
"Oh, no problem... I guess," Zara nodded.
Her favorite dinosaur must be thesaurus, Zara thought and had to force herself not to laugh at her own joke.
"I'm Zara Cromwell," she stuck her hand out.
"I am Minerva von Wittenbacherschmidtgruberwaldkirchenadlerkreuzerhofenstein. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Zara Cromwell," Minerva introduced herself.
Zara couldn't decide what was more incredible, that fact that she managed to say this all with one breath or that she remembered this whole tongue twister horror name.
"Nice to meet you, but I'll only call you Minerva if this is not a problem. I don't want to be rude, I just know I'd butcher your name," Zara chuckled awkwardly.
"Perish the thought, Miss Cromwell. I am well aware that my family's illustrious name presents a considerable challenge to recollection," Minerva shrugged.
"By the way, you said you have some problem... if I got it right. What is it?"
"Indeed, I find myself beset by a predicament. My paramour's family harbors a distinct aversion toward me, and alas, we are to pay a visit to their place of employment today," Minerva replied.
"Sorry about that."
"Indeed, it's sad when the family is the way of love," Aritimi showed up behind them. It didn't even surprise Zara at this point, "By the way, good morning, pupils."
"Morning," Zara said, turning to face Aritimi.
"A most splendid morning to you, Miss Aritimi. As ever, it is a delight to make your acquaintance," Minerva said, which made Zara feel dumb.
"I know you probably already know where we gonna go today because of your boyfriend, so I can already tell," Aritimi looked at Minerva, "We are going to visit the Para-Zoological Unit."
"Sounds familiar. They are the veterinarians for monsters, right?" Zara asked.
"Indeed, they specialize in the management of creatures that, while undeniably peculiar, fall within the realm of mere zoological anomalies rather than true monstrosities," Minerva answered.
"I'll translate it: yes, they handle those monsters that are technically just weird animals," Aritimi added with a chuckle.
They followed Aritimi through the portal and they found themselves at a farm. It wasn't like the Winchester family's ranch at Crisis Response Unit's HQ. This was bigger and louder. The sounds of wild beasts could be heard everywhere.
"Oh dear... mud as far as the eye can see. I daresay my decision to procure a new pair of high heels was a most egregious miscalculation."
It didn't take them long to meet Aritimi's friend. She was feeding a flock of chicken monsters. They were likely monsters because some of them breathed fire to chase others away from the food.
"Hey now! Let yer kinfolk git some grub too! Keep on bein' greedy, an' I'll be tossin' ya straight in the stew pot come tomorrow!" she talked to the monster chicken jokingly.
"Pupils, she is Tomato McDoodleferguson. The chief of the Para-Zoological Unit," Aritimi introduced her friend.
Tomato was true to her name. Her hair was as red as a ripe tomato. It reached her waist, and was knotted into one single braid.
The overalls she wore were a patchwork of mismatched fabrics, stitched together with a clear disregard for fashion. They hugged her form in all the right places, showcasing her massive, round buttocks. Her ass was so big and round it seemed to stretch the material to its limits. The faded makeshift clothes cupped her cheeks perfectly, leaving little to the imagination.
Then she turned around. Zara almost gasped. It looked like Tomato was suffering from one of the worst cases of Gigantomastia ever. Her breasts, that looked more like udders, were so large that they could have been mistaken for giant melons strapped to her chest. The fabric clung to her grotesquely voluptuous form, showcasing her deep cleavage that looked like it could swallow a man whole. Her belly bulged but it looked like she was pregnant rather than obese, which seemed quite odd for someone of her age. Her shoulders were broad, almost as broad as a man's, but her skin was as soft as velvet.
Zara was the first to introduce herself to her.
"Well, ain't it good to see ya, Zara! Mercy, ya got a grip like a dadgum bear trap. Reckon you're one mighty strong lil' gal!" she said, giving Zara's hand a firm shake.
Then came Minerva. Her delicate hand disappeared in Tomato's calloused palm. "The pleasure is entirely mine, Miss McDoodleferguson," she said, her voice as smooth as a jazz saxophone solo.
"Girl, yer hands are softer'n a newborn calf's belly! What kinda work y'all do in them fancy getups, anyhow?" Tomato said, eyeing Minerva's attire with a raised brow.
"My family is a highly esteemed institution within the realm of Para-Zoology, much like yourself. However, our focus is exclusively on the academic and scientific facets of the discipline rather than its practical applications. I elected to enroll in this course to garner firsthand experience, particularly in the pragmatic aspects of this vocation," Minerva replied with composed eloquence.
"Now, hold yer horses just a dang minute. That name rings a bell. Ain't you the prissy lil' thing my boy's been courtin' fer some months now?" Tomato shot her a sharp, suspicious glare.
"Ah... yes, that would indeed be me. We became acquainted at the Monster-Zoo located here in Crowsend. My family maintains proprietorship over the establishment, and he was present to provide our personnel with instruction on the proper management of supernatural fauna," Minerva explained, her voice steady despite the palpable tension.
"Let's see how you guys do your job here," Aritimi stepped in.
"A'right, Timi, let's show this high-falutin' book-learned gal how us real folks get the hard work done 'round here," Tomato nodded, "C'mon now, y'all, follow me."
They followed Tomato back to the building.
"Welp, now that ain't nobody watchin', I can finally take these ol' things off," she said, sending her boots flying with a relieved sigh. But she didn't stop at her boots. Her awe-inspiring assets bounced as she peeled off the overalls to reveal her bare skin underneath.
Her oversized breasts, easily Z-cups if that's the largest, bobbed with the grace of a waterbed as she moved. They were saggy and veiny, reaching down below her belly button, and she had no shame showing them off. Her pink areolae were the size of dinner plates at least with thick erect nipples. Rivaling Gaylor's sizes. Her stomach was tight, with a bulge that suggested she had a baby bump, she also had stretch marks, likely from past pregnancies.
What stood out the most, aside from her melon-sized meat sacks, was her pubic hair. Her pussy looked like it never seen a razor. It was covered in a thick, coarse, dark red bush that matched her hair. It started at her belly button as a happy trail and grew into a full on forest between her legs. It was so dense that it looked like you could lose a hand in it.
Zara wasn't sure about her breasts being bigger than Gaylor's but her bush was definitely larger.
"Damn, that's a not a bush that's a whole forest down there," Aritimi said, with a whistle and a smirk, breaking the awkward silence, "Although I find compeltely shaved pussies boring and devoid of personality, an uncontrolled bush is also uncreative. Maybe you should trim it into an interesting shape. Or knit a swaether from it," she chuckled as Tomato glared at her.
"Now, take them fancy clothes off, gals. Ain't no use for them 'round here. This here's what we work in," she said, pointing at herself with a proud grin.
"That's why I love this unit so much," Aritimi smiled and slipped out from her jumpsuit. Her breasts were also huge but not as massive as Tomato's but hers weren't saggy. Her pitch-black pubic hair was just a small patch of neatly trimmed crescent-moon above her pussy.
Zara followed suit and undressed quickly, placing her clothes next to the others. Her breasts weren't small either but noticeably smaller than Aritimi's and of course much smaller than Tomato's. Her pubic hair was a small dark brown bush. She trimmed it into a big triangle to at least give it a good shape.
"Is this truly requisite? I would prefer to continue my tasks in the attire I have already donned," Minerva replied, her tone a mix of polite protest and discomfort.
"Listen here, little lady. I'm the one runnin' this show, so you'll work the way I say. Ya got that?"
"Yes, my apologies for my protest," Minerva replied, her tone resigned but still composed.
Minerva began to undress. She started by carefully slipping off her shoes which was followed by her blazer, she then unzipped and unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Her white button up shirt was next and she slipped it off revealing a black, lacy bra.
Without the confines of her clothes, Minerva's body had good curves, not as curvy as Tomato of course. She was a slim girl with firm and round pair of C-cup breasts and a shapely ass with wide hips that seemed to be even wider thanks to her oddly thin wasp waist. Giving her a very nice hourglass figure.
She stopped as she reached her underwear. Both her bra and panties looked very fancy and expensive. Her panties were those big and semi-transparent French type with a bow on the side.
