Ms. Jenkinson the Bitch
Ms. Jenkinson stood in front of the classroom, watching over the six students she was in presence with. The collie looked over them with distain, not that they deserved it. Jenkinson was just a cruel teacher.
"And these projects are due on Friday, so you better getting moving." She grunted.
Lina, a medium-built otter girl with short headfur, cursed under her voice, "Yeah, yeah, you stupid bitch."
All of the students hated her. But only one of them had revenge prepared. Vaner, an iguana wearing a grey hoodie and black cargo pants, glared at the collie, anticipating a terrible curse upon her, a curse that would reduce the woman's intelligence until she was unconditionally friendly. Vaner wasn't your typical student. No, he wasn't you typical furson. No, he wasn't a furson at all, although he appeared as much. But to know what he truly was would render a mortal into a mindless beast.
"Next week, we'll start our next project." The teacher announced, "We have to get through four more subjects before this semester is over. I expect you all to study and work hard. If you don't, the mark will show in your grades."
"Can I have an extension?" asked Mandy, "I had a doctor's appointment on Monday and-"
"Silence!" boomed Ms. Jenkinson, "There will be no extensions."
Mandy scowled, but kept quiet. She sunk her head back down to her desk mumbling her curses. Jenkinson ignored her.
Vaner then reached into the backpacked seated at the side of his desk. He brought out a tiny portfolio looking case. He opened up the top and pulled out a sheet of papyrus looking paper. He stuck his finger into the middle, but what happened to it a mortal could not comprehend. But lingering in its elements was the image of the collie teacher at the front of the room.
"Out next subject will be the early Ganomians." Ms. Jenkinson began, "The early Ganomians are one of the earliest civilizations known to modern day society. They lived in the Lower Pakasian Steppes, although traces of them have been found in Malazna. They weren't a particularly military civilization. They specialized in irrigation, architecture, and... agri-" Jenkinson stopped for a second, "... farming."
Mandy chuckled at Jenkinson's stutter.
"They were attacked lots by... another people," She looked around, like she was trying to remember something, "another... type. The... first guys were harmless, so they got... taken over. Many of them were... ended. The rest were enslaved."
Rett leaned close to Vaner, "Looks like her Prozac's kicking in." Vaner chuckled, knowing the honest truth.
Jenkinson gave off facial expressions like she was trying to remember things. With uncertain tone, she spoke, "There several peoples. They... stuff. They tried stuff." Jenkinson stopped to look around the room with a maw wet with some drool. All her students seemed stoically unaware of her mistakes.
"Where was I?" Asked Jenkinson to herself, "Oh yes! The... stuff. Gabadabbers take the land. The dirt was theirs." She then paused, "And then..." She trailed off.
Everyone was looking at her confused.
"Stupid bitch." Silently cursed Lina.
She walked off to her desk and fiddled around with papers, looking aimlessly for something to redirect her decaying thoughts. Pencils and papers fell to the floor carelessly as she slouched off to the back, passing Vaner as she scurries through the desks.
She went to the back to trek around the bookshelves. With a wide open mouth, her glazed eyes scanned the bookshelves for help, a guide. But her mind couldn't comprehend what she was doing there anymore.
Rett leaned over to Vaner again, "Seriously... I think she's on something."
Mandy spoke aloud, "I think her mind snapped over all those years of being a bitch."
Jenkinson muttered, "Life... food, need."
A fart escaped her, sounding the room. A few of the students chuckled.
The collie was drooling all over the floor. Her gaze turned to the windows. Hunched over, she walked up the windows and clawed at them, barely understanding the concept of crystal glass.
"Someone's snapped."
She began drooling all over herself. Then she stopped, brought her arms close, and stood still looking preoccupied.
"I think she's high."
Wetness birthed at her crotch soaking her beige khakis. It rode down the inside of her legs dripping on the floor along the way. Urine spit onto the floor, *drip drip drip*
Everyone noticed right away. They couldn't believe it, except for Vaner. Big smiles hit their faces as urine rode down her legs onto the tiled floor.
"Oh my gaaaaaawd!" crooned Lina, "She's pissing herself!"
Lina's smile then turned to a concerned frown, "Wait a minute, guys. What if something's wrong with her."
Rett's smirk faded, "Yeah..."
Vaner spoke up, "She's fine."
"Fine?" Lina questioned, "Are you sure?"
Vaner chuckled, "Yeah. She's just under my spell."
He then reached in his bag and felt around for a remote. Finding it, he clicked a button. A sudden loud whirring could be heard. All of the students, except the aloof Vaner, tensed up. Where was the whirring coming from.
Mandy looked over her desk at the front room floor as it divide, revealing a metal platform, "What the hell is going on?"
Vaner chuckled, "Don't worry. Nothing bad is happening." He got up and began walking back to Ms. Jenkinson, "I'm just taking Ms. Jenkinson to her new home."
Mandy shook her head, "This... is crazy."
Vaner walked up to Ms. Jenkinson, the collie happily standing in her own puddle, the back of her pants booming out with shape. Squelches could be heard. She was defecating aimlessly.
"Come here." Vaner said.
The collie flicked her head at him, then walked towards him. He turned around and went to the metal lift in the middle of the room. The others watched with curiosity as to how he could remain calm. Some of them realized it was his doing.
Vaner directed Ms. Jenkinson onto the platform, droplets of urine still coming off her pants.
"Don't worry." Vaner chuckled, "If this ever happens to you, you'd be too stupid to care."
Wetness developed on the front of Mandy's pants.