-----Savannah Arrives----

'Well..I guess it's not so bad.' Those words echoed as much around Savannah's head as the small dorm that would be her home for the next five years. Assuming things go well that is. Assuming she didn't struggle and have to do make up tests and repeat assignments or repeat a year or...

With a sigh of almost forced relaxation Savannah pushed that racing train of thought away before it could sweep her fully into the undercurrent of anxiety she had been feeling the very second she stepped onto campus, happily having beaten the main crush of new students to easily find her dorm along with the couple of other of her fellow students who had arrived early. A number who didn't include her future roommate who would sometime in the next few hours be occupying the second small bedroom across the compact living area which seemed pretty much the same as the one she had almost arbitrarily claimed as her own. Same small yet comfy looking bed with crisp white sheets. Same light blue drapes over the windows. Same cream paint on the walls. Same small nightstand that matched the dresser and wardrobe unit which should easily hold the clothes still crammed into her suitcase she had gratefully dumped by the door. Even the same full length mirror on the wall beside the door.

It was over to that mirror that, to distract herself from her still bubbling worries, Savannah found herself drawn. Over the summer break that had neatly bridged her finishing high school and setting her sights on the somewhat daunting world of higher education the mousy brunette 'had sprouted a little, gaining in height what she secretly would have traded for a growth in her chest rather than her stature. Not that she was flat chested by any means, her delicately cute breasts more than enough to draw a few appreciative glances that all too often went over the head of the shy fresh-woman. Yet she couldn't help feeling with a surge of despondent envy that her delicate curves just weren't going to cut it surrounded as she was soon to be by dozens of busty sexy teenage bombshells who would easily grab all the cute guys on campus. Even with her hair freshly cut in a fashionable style of short bangs slightly curled around her brow and neck which had cost her a small chunk of the money she had saved in a variety of dead end summer jobs did nothing to fully quash those doubts about her own attractiveness. Due her almost mocha brown hair she felt that plain was the best way of describing it and with her pale blue eyes poor Savannah always felt upstaged by her more effortlessly glamorous classmates, hiding her insecurities about her appearance behind her unadventurous outfits worn almost as a willing mask of nerdiness.'

Not that that doubt was a lone one. Ever since Savannah had waved a tearful goodbye to her parents and her home for the last 15 years, she had been questioning the decision to go to college so far from home. But how could she have turned down her first choice of placement, her trio of A's and a few B's granted by her decidedly book-wormish state that were more than enough to secure her the place she dreamed off. Besides, hadn't she promised that this was going to be different from High School?

Wasn't this going to be the time she comes out of her shell and starts doing all the things she was too shy to do a scant year ago? Okay, so she can't exactly change her And hasn't she already taken a big step towards that, actually taking a place in a dorm with a roommate was surely something she couldn't have done before. Okay, so it's a girls dorm but honestly, she wasn't sure she could have taken living in a coed yet.'

'Heya? Anyone here?'

That voice from outside her room made Savannah jump, the slight shriek building in her throat stifled before it passed her lips. Composing herself with a deep breath and running a hand down over her LittleMix t-shirt, smoothing it over her plain black skirt which didn't reveal anything more exciting than her calves, Savannah nervously stepped out to greet the voice which was almost certainly her new roommate.'

'Yes. I'm here.' Savannah said, inwardly cringing at her excitedly nervous reply she blurted out at a near light-speed gabble. Time had seemed to roll back in an instant and it was just like she was back in high school. Where anyone remotely cool tried to talk to her and she turned into a gibbering wreck. 'I'm nice to meet you. It's very Savannah. I mean..oh heavens.'

'It's okay. Take a breath Savannah babe.' The owner of that voice replied with a understanding smile that lit up her radiant face like summer sunbeam. 'That's good. Let's start over. I'm Veronica. Or Veri. Or Nica if you like.'

'I kinda like Veri.' Savannah said with a smile as shy as the hand she extended, still feeling more than a little like a rabbit in headlights before this tall stunning blonde with her gorgeous wavy hair and slender legs all wrapped up in the perfect package of a light yellow summer dress that hugged her delicate chest, a feature which Savannah was relieved to note was small enough to not consider her a threat. 'I'm Savannah. It's very nice to meet you.'

'Atta girl. That's better.' Veronica said with a warm chuckle. 'Now..where can a girl chuck her stuff? I'm about done with this case, let me tell you. Dragging it up here after five hours on a train wasn't fun. I guess since you got here first, you already grabbed a room. Which is totally cool. I don't mind which one I have as long as the bed is perfect for snuggling up with the hot girl I drag back here with me tonight. Or two hot girls maybe.'

Despite herself and with mortifying clarity Savannah was sure her face had gone bright red, her cheeks practically burning up with heat. A heat she had no idea if it was fuelled by the realisation her roommate was a out and out lesbian or that she had so casually suggested a threesome.

'I'm just messing with.' Veronica laughed, having no doubt noticed her blush. 'I never go double first time in a new place. Or bring home some honey either, so don't worry about that. And when I do, we can stay out of your way if it bothers you.'

'Oh..no. It doesn't.' Savannah said quickly. 'I don't have a problem with it. Sure girls can like girls. My sister did..does. So I'm cool with it. With you.'

'Well..I think you are pretty cool too.' Veronica replied. 'So..I'm guessing you took that room over there, so I'll take this one. Hmm, yes, this should do nicely.'

That last pronouncement came as Veronica strode towards the room opposite the one Savannah had entered from, giving it an appraising look over as the brunette joined her. 'Yeah..not bad at all. Wardrobe might be a little small but I'm a killer unpacker. But that can wait I think. I'm guessing you saw the poster for the Freshers Fayre in the main lobby. Looks like it would be really cool to check out.'

'I did.' Savannah admitted. 'I wasn't sure about going though. I might just drop in to check out the Clubs though. My sister had a great time with a Campus Clubs when she was at College.'

'Great.' Veronica said with a grin. 'Let's go then. Hopefully we can beat the crowds.'

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As it turned out, they hadn't, Savannah already feeling overwhelmed by the milling crowds of people filling the re-tasked cafeteria, what felt like hundreds of students flowing in a somehow organised madness around each other; her bamboozled eyes catching sight of people of all genders, races and skin colours, and trying not to stare at the few furries she saw amongst the crowd. It was only in the last decade that anthromorphic peoples or furries to use the common name had broken with tradition and started to integrate with humans in the bigger cities, eschewing their small communities in a move that humans had largely welcomed. Even so, they were still a rare sight and Savannah had never seen one in person, hence her understandable reaction to stare. A reaction she pressed down on as she turned her attention to the question Veronica had left hanging in the air. '

'Oh..yes. My sister was involved in a lot of Clubs. Volleyball Club. Theatre Club. Political debate club. Even the Swimming Club.' Savannah paused there. That last club had been the source of some very interesting stories shared by her sister, but surely the same thing couldn't happen here. There couldn't be more than one Swimming Club interested in such unusual pastimes.

'Mmmm..I do like the sound of the Volleyball.' Veronica chuckled with a twinkle in her eye. 'As long as it's Beach Volleyball. I think that's where I'll start. I think the sports booths are back here if you want to check them out?'

'I don't know.' Savannah replied, eyeing the crowded booths that Veronica had directed her too, the thought of applying for a club with all those people watching suddenly more than a little intimidating. 'Sounds a little energetic to me. I might look for something less frantic.'

'Okay.' Veronica replied. 'Guess we should split up. Good idea. Anything that looks interesting grab me a flyer. Especially if the stall is manned by a cute girl.'

'Will do.' Savannah said with a nod. 'Have fun.'

'You too.' Veronica called back before vanishing into the crowd, leaving Savannah to beat a hasty retreat towards the far quieter back of the room, her plan to get her bearings before launching into the more popular clubs and booths. 'Let's see..Sewing Club. Maybe. Chess Club..not a chance. Wrestling Club? Oh heck no.' Savannah muttered, darting forwards to avoid the gaze of a towering woman who looked like she could break Savannah in two with just her little finger. 'Oh. Glee Club. That sounds safe enough.'

Fuelled by a sudden rush of hasty insecurity Savannah hurried towards the booth she had her eyes on, her haste such that she didn't see someone emerging from it until it was too late, that selfsame haste carrying her forwards into a bump against the figure barely an inch taller than her.'

'Oh gosh. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.' Savannah blurted out, her cheeks burning with self-induced mortification for the second time that. A glow in her cheeks that didn't exactly fade as she raised her eyes to drink in the sight of the young man she bumped into. Well..young canine with tousled black hair, deep brown eyes and a friendly smile gracing his muzzle that quickly turned Savannah's insides deliciously squirmy. 'I'm sorry. I was just..going to..but you must have lots of people inside..so I'm just going..I'll be going.'


'Actually..we don't.' The young German Shepherd replied, his long ears pricked up almost curiously. 'We don't get many people coming around to us. Some do just to have a look, but not many join up. In fact we've just had the same Members for the past four years, but now that two of them have graduated we are barely enough to form a proper club.'

'Oh..that's too bad.' Savannah somehow managed to make her dry throat work despite the attention from the gorgeous young man that had her heart pounding. 'Well..how many do you need? I mean, I know I'm only one person but..I'm not a bad singer. Well..so I've been told.'

'One would be a great start.' The canine said with a toothy grin that was more likely to be an accident of his mouth shape rather than purposeful but did nothing to stop Savannah heating up again. Goddess, he was cute, very much the kind of guy she adored back in High School but had never been brave enough to talk with. 'Here, we have some flyers here which are mostly supposed to draw you in but have some good info on them too. We are having tryouts later today. Feel free to come along any time after 3 pm.'

'I..I will. Maybe I'll see you then.' Savannah said, so buoyed up on the wave of excited adrenaline from the sheer fact that she had actually talked to someone without dissolving into a bumbling fool she usually did when she met a guy she thought was cute that she slipped away before she could get an answer to her question. It was a wave of emotion that carried her almost in a daze between the still bustling crowd, weaving between the lines of people without really noticing them. And it was that cutely distracted inattention which lead her straight into a collision with a short raven haired girl in a stylish pink tshirt and white shorts, the former of which was now liberally splattered with the remains of the cream topped pie she had been carrying.'

'Oh..gosh. I'm sorry.' Savannah whimpered, almost frozen where she stood as the unfortunate girl stared at the cream and gooey chocolate clinging to her cleavage and sliding down the front of her shirt for a long second before she finally met her gaze.

'Not as sorry as you are going to be.' The girl snarled, her hand lashing out to grab Savannah's wrist before she could react and dragging her towards a nearby Booth topped with the oddly ominous sign of Baking Club.'

Frozen like a deer in headlights and yet filled with a certainty about what was going to happen, Savannah could only squirm as with a small audience of once passing students watching and whispering to themselves, the affronted and pie stained girl grabbed a pie resting on the side of the booth, this one topped with the same thick cream that had topped the one smeared on her accidental victim.'

'No..please.' Savannah whimpered, a fervent plea which did nothing to stop her would-be tormentor from hefting the pie and flinging it to splatter against her chest, the thick cream exploding across her delicate breasts.'

Still frozen and with cream rolling down her utterly stained tshirt Savannah was utterly helpless against the next pie not thrown but shoved against her already pied chest, the fresh load of cream layering over the remains of the crust dotted against her breasts; this pie liberally smeared over her petit boobs much to her growing embarrassment. A frozen state her tormentor took great advantage off, working as much of the pie over and into her chest as she could, both hands smearing globs of cream and chocolate against her cute boobs.'

As this next humiliation ended, Savannah raised her head, fully intending to plead with her tormentor that that was enough, only to see with horror she had grabbed not one but two pies. Pies that despite her fresh pleas were clapped unceremoniously around her head, her once styled hair lost under the mass of cream and sticky chocolate and crushed crust cruelly massaged into her hair and scalp. Not that her face was spared either, the poor girl blinded by the white mess clinging to her forehead and chin and everything in between. A white mess that too was mashed more firmly against her face with the remains of the crust as a final torment of that double pieing that had Savannah trembling from deep deep shame and mortification.'

Blinded, disoriented and completely baffled by the ongoing humiliation, Savannah could do nothing to stop one last pie being thrust against her vulnerable rear, the selfsame cream hugging her butt and splashing up to cover the small of her back. As if that wasn't humiliation enough, that pie was rubbed in as well, Savannah shuddering in barely suppressed shame as those probing fingers worked the pie into her ass in a creamy caress which sent two mounds of cream up and around to her hips. '

Vaguely aware of the growing laughter around her, Savannah was on the verge of wiping her eyes clear and running as fast as she could when something cold and clammy splashed over her head, the unseen by her bowl of chilled custard completing the damage the pies had wrecked upon her, her hair a mess of the yellow gunk poured upon her by her laughing tormentor. Her senses torn asunder and assaulted by the creamy sweet smell of the custard, Savannah whimpered as it worked down over her already sticky chest and flooded the front of her skirt, drawing the once loose fabric between her spread legs.'

Around her the laughter only grew as with reactions that came far too late, Savannah ducked to avoid the icky deluge but the damage was done. Her hair was as custard soaked as her shirt, the thin fabric doing nothing to hider the sludge continuing to trickle between her shoulder blades and over her stomach, to say nothing of how 'her breasts again succumbed to the heavy sweet treat. Frozen as the bowl finally trickled empty and with laughter ringing in her ears Savannah wiped her eyes clear to see that to her shock she is surrounded by a dozen or two people all with their phones out, snapping pics and recoding video. That proved too much for Savannah and with an anguished sob she raced from the cafeteria with the laughter following along behind her.'
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