School Mascot

School Mascot 2

By Elixir Soup

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Chapter 2: The Arrival

Iceland got up nice and early that day, wanting to make sure she was prepared for her first day of school as the school mascot and sports team manager. She had a big breakfast, showered, and got dressed in a white sun dress, matching white sandals, and plain white panties. She grimaced as she slipped her bra on, wishing for not the first time that she hadn't inherited her mother's 'curse.'

Her father drove her to school in the Las Vegas suburbs, the desert town hot and dry this autumn. She was instructed to arrive at school an hour early, before any of the other students, so as to be properly briefed on her new duties.

Fortune's Redemption Private Junior High School was a large, three-story complex with a fountain in the front plaza that harbored a statue of the school's founder, Augustus Fortune. The eccentric millionaire had had the statue forged in his prime, so he looked quite young compared to how he looked when he founded the school in his twilight years.

A lot of unknown surrounded the unusual man. No one knew why he originally had the statue commissioned or where he kept it before placing it in the plaza fountain. No one knew why he wanted to found a private junior high school. No one knew why he named it Fortune's Redemption. Theories went wild. Some thought the name was because Augustus Fortune founded the school to redeem himself for being a poor father to his own children, but the current holders of his estate and fortune (and thus the current owners of the school) claimed the man was a very loving and dutiful father, husband, and grandfather, despite his eccentric nature. Others believed the name was a metaphor, that Augustus Fortune believed that anyone could turn their fortunes around if they actively sought to redeem themselves. Regardless, the name of the school was a mouthful, so it was usually shortened to just Fortune's Redemption or FRPJHS.

Iceland made her way into the foyer. For security reasons, there were two doors leading into the school's front entrance. Four glass doors that were always unlocked and four inner glass doors that were always locked and could only be opened from the office. Luckily the space between the two sets of doors had a window to the office. Iceland stepped over to it to greet the officer worker there.

To her surprise, it was a boy her age! He was tanned, with shaggy brown hair hanging in his face and to his shoulders, with a burly upper body and admittedly very beautiful brown eyes. He looked to be wearing a plain white T-shirt that clung to his toned chest like a second skin, but she couldn't see his lower half past the counter.

"Oh! You must be Iceland, the School Mascot! Don't worry, Vice Principal Pal informed me of your new role. Welcome to Fortune's Redemption Private Junior High School! I'm Carlos Rodriquez, but most folks around here call me Tank. You can call me Carlos or Tank, I don't mind which" he greeted cheerfully.

"You're, um... Awfully young to be an officer worker."

The young man laughed. It was a deep belly laugh that Iceland couldn't help relaxing at the sound of. "That's because I'm not. I'm a student aide. I earn extra credits by running notes and generally helping out around the office. The lady who was supposed to be manning the counter had to step out but she knew you'd be coming soon, so she asked me to man the counter and wait for you."

"You're... a middle-schooler?"

"Senior, and I'm still thirteen, but yeah. I blame my burliness on an overdeveloped pituitary gland I inherited from my dad. My brothers are just as tall and toned," he explained, blushing and rubbing the back of his head. "Anyway, in addition to being your welcoming party, I've also been assigned as your personal aide. I've been arranged to have all but a few classes with you, so that I can tend to your every need and protect you. Consider me your personal valet and chevalier, m'lady." He winked.

Iceland blushed a bit. A servant and bodyguard? And he was younger than her! But, wait... "Why would I need someone to protect me?"

Carlos tugged at his collar. "Well, this is a pretty important position. I'm sure you read your registration form, so you know you might get harrassed during your duties. Technically, you're supposed to allow any harrassment and staff can't stop it, but there's no rule in the original decree by Augustus Fortune that another student can't step in. That's partly why the Vice Principal assigned me to this role, but also because she figures you might need the emotional support, considering all the responsibilities and stress that might be on your shoulders. I'm kinda in a unique situation, myself, and I've actually paid off all my credits to graduate, so I have plenty of time to spend with you and help you through your duties. It certainly doesn't hurt that I've got a reputation around this school. Freshmen may not know me, but the seniors and juniors all like me, respect me, or fear me." He winked at that.

Iceland gigglds a bit. "Well, then I'm glad to have you."

"Excellent! Now, first things first. Before I can let you into the school, you'll need to take off all your clothes."

"Oh, of course I'll take off all my-Wait, what?!"

He just maintained that pleasant, crooked smile. "Take off your clothes. I can't let you onto school grounds with them on."

Iceland began sweating. "Uh... Ha ha, very funny, Carlos... Now, are you going to let me in?"

The young man cocked an eyebrow. "Uh... Miss Wolfe, did you read the registration form?"

She swallowed hard, fidgeting with her hands. "Uh... I skimmed it?"

Carlos sighed. "I see... Well, I'm sorry, Miss Wolfe, but as part of the wishes of Augustus Fortune, any and all School Mascots, regardless of age or gender, are to be completely nude while on school premises or while attending school events, whether school is in session or not."

"B-But... But that's just absurd! A-And it has to be illegal!"

"Well..." Carlos looked away, scratching at his cheek, the other arm resting on the counter. "Augustus Fortune was a very... eccentric man, yes. But he was also very influential. I don't know how he did it, the methods are likely lost to the annals of history, but he actually managed to work out some kind of ordinance that school mascot nudity within the city of Las Vegas is completely legal. I don't know why the Las Vegas city hall hasn't changed the law, but I think it has to do with Augustus Fortune's will that his estate is in control of. And I'm afraid there's nothing that can be done, Miss Wolfe. You signed the registration form, which means you signed a legally binding contract. Technically, you could get in trouble right not for wearing a single stitch on school grounds. I honestly should've had you strip at the sidewalk, but I felt being in here offered a bit more privacy and... oh no. Are you crying?"

Iceland didn't even stop the tears. They rolled down her cheeks as she choked back sobs. "I... I... I have to be naked? In school? F-For a whole year?" She hiccuped. "I... I don't know how I'll... be able to do this! I'll have to drop out, and then I'll have to repeat another year, and, and, and..."

She felt strong arms wrap around her and lift her up, pulling her into a firm but soft lap. She looked up at the smiling face of Carlos, sitting sideways in his lap as he gently stroked her back.

"It's okay, Miss Wolfe. I'll be with you every step of the way. I promise. If anyone tries to harrass you, they'll have to answer to me, and I can be quite intimidating."

Carlos reached forward and used a gentle thumb to wipe some of the tears from her cheeks, a gesture of tenderness that just melted her heart and calmed her nerves. She glanced at the doors leading into the school, seeing that one was hanging open from Carlos having come out of the office and into the foyer. But what was he sitting on to give her a lap to sit on? She looked down... and a gasp escaped her plump lips.

Carlos Rodriquez was in a wheelchair.

But despite sitting down, he was exceptionally tall for his age! Sitting in his lap, her face was level with his. Honestly, she should've felt demeaned, sitting sideways in his lap like this, like being treated like a child, but... instead, she felt secure and safe in his lap. It was honestly really comfortable, too.

Carlos reached a firm, strong hand out to gently grasp Iceland's chin and lift her green eyes to meet his deep pools of brown. "Okay, ready? I promise, I won't perv on you. I can't even feel my penis." He winked, causing Iceland to giggle at the crude joke despite herself. Lifting her up, he set her down on the ground. She expected him to turn away, but he was still looking at her. Specifically, her face.

"Miss Wolfe, it's forty minutes until the rest of the students arrive. I'm afraid I have to keep an eye on you, but would you rather do this in front of me, or the student body?"

Iceland swallowed hard and hastily pulled her dress up and over her head. To her distress, Carlos reached for it and collected it, draping it over his arm. Still though, he remained looking at her face. Next she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, which Carlos also collected and draped over his arm. Despite her bare breasts being on display, big for her age, he remained looking at her face.

Now or never, Iceland... She lowered her panties and this time actually handed them to Carlos. He took them and, still looking at her face, pointed down and said "Shoes too, please."

"Wh-What? But, what if-"

"Augustus Fortune's will made it clear. Not a stitch outside of the costumes you'll wear during sports meets, not even shoes. If you wore glasses or had earrings, I'd ask for those, too, I'm afraid," he explained, a sympathetic frown on his face.

Whimpering a little, Iceland kicked off her sandals, picking them up (and grimacing as her breasts hung and swung) and handing them to Carlos.

"Follow me inside. I'll put your clothes in a secure holding box in the office. You'll get them back when all school activities are done."

"A-Am I at least allowed to cover myself w-with my arms?" she murmured meekly.

Carlos gazed at her face, his own sympathetic. "You may."

Grimacing, Iceland crossed one arm over her breasts, the other snaking down between her legs to cover her shame. With embarrassment, she noted her arm wasn't quite large enough to cover her breasts without an inverted nipple threatening to peek out from either side of her forearm.

As Carlos wheeled himself into the school, Iceland followed closely but slowly behind, feeling her breasts, butt, and even the bit of a fat she had on her tummy jiggle a bit with every step. She wasn't exactly thin... and now every student and staff member in the entire school would be seeing her every curve, every edge, every imperfection.

Could it get any worse?

Chapter 2

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