You pushed in the door and somewhat to your surprise instead of your mom sitting across from the guidance councilor waiting to enact punishment for something or other after she was told what you had done 'wrong' the Headmistress was lounging in the councilor's chair across from a girl with a vaguely Indian skintone and wolf ears. She was rather tall from what you could see behind the chair, maybe a bit shorter than Lassie was. You didn't need to announce yourself since as soon as the door opened Ms. Arachnia perked up from whatever she might have been talking about before. "Ah here he is, Jesse allow me to introduce you to our newest student. Treasure, would you like to introduce yourself."
You managed to step around to the other chair getting a better look at 'Treasure' and it would be hard for you to say she wasn't hot, and terrifying as she examined you like she was scrutinizing some sort of bug that had wandered into her room. She was Thicc and yes with both 'C's. Her ass was threatening to pop the arms off of the lounge chair she was sitting in, you wouldn't be surprised if you still couldn't see her panties if her legs weren't politely crossed with how thick her thighs were. For that matter her 'vest' seemed a little different than the usual, even for a black shirt student which was a scary thing on its own her vest wasn't connected as one full thing and instead had buttons which were having a hell of a time staying together. "I find this one more acceptable, very well. I am Treasure Hunt my mother has been appointed to the city council and deigned to send me to this place to complete my education. Should you prove helpful to me I may remember your name." You could have snickered at that goofy name but choose to instead keep a completely strait face, This girl sounded like the type that was full of herself.
Her terrible attitude didn't bother the Headmisstress though who cheerily informed you that it would be your job to insure that Treasure could navigate the school and 'anything else' she wanted while you were with her. This was effectively to say that for the foreseeable future you were basically her slave while school hours were on. When questioned on why you were brought in for this you were quickly informed that Treasure had eaten the student they had initially assigned to the task and your mother had volunteered you for the task, typical. With that 'settled' you were now standing in the hall with the massive wolf girl, well maybe it wouldn't be as bad as all that after all she hadn't decided to give you any orders. Given that you were a green shirt you'd get in trouble for refusing if she did.
"Uh well lets start the tour then..." You started moving but you stopped when Treasure cleared her throat, you rotated back to look at her.
"I will not dock you points this time as I can't expect proper training from the get go. You are to carry my books are you not." She didn't frame it as a question, she was holding a stack of textbooks five tall in one hand... how the hell did she expect you to carry them. You however did not get to voice this question as she simply dropped the pile of books from a few feet above your head, putting your arms up to catch them did absolutely nothing as several pounds of books smashed you instantly. You groaned from under the books until she lifted them back up again. "Ah, how wonderful you aren't truly crushed, simply deformed it would have been troubling to return for a guide once again. However you are simply unsuited as a packmule... hmmm." as she debated this 'dilemma' you popped back into shape. "Very well, I am sure one such as yourself will have unique functions to be discovered. Lead on then." You didn't like the way she said that but decided it wasn't worth trying to argue with her.
Surprisingly the tour was rather normal after that, though she was much less carful about weather or not she stopped in time to not stand directly on top of you when you pointed something out and stopped to explain it. Everything was going about as good as it could have been until...
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