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Thankfully, the room smelled cleaner after being aired out. He left the door open, thinking for a moment in the empty meeting hall. Truly, this was harder than any class he had taught thus far, even the first one where he'd managed to avoid stammering, the faces of ten students looking up at him with varying amounts of expectance, curiosity, and annoyance. Finally, the ratmorph got an idea, and went back to his place to rifle through his personal collection. It had been growing dusty, and he felt a twinge of regret at allowing it to get this way. But a disc was soon plucked from the archive, and he went back to the room to find the door was closed.

Now, Nicodemus was absolutely certain that he left the door open when he left earlier, so it was with some caution that he opened it again. The light scent of roses came to his nose, and he frowned. It was strong, probably through recent exertion. "Li-Mei?"

The petite Asian girl turned, smiling at him. "Hi, Mr. Nicodemus."

"Did Tess get you?"

"Yeah. The other kids are on their way, I just ran over because I wanted to get here early."

Nicodemus frowned. "Why?"

Instead of answering, Li-Mei turned, her skirt swirling. "Do you like my skirt?"

Dutifully, the ratmorph looked down at the swirling fabric. It was a lilac color, to go with the bright white blouse. She was being evasive, but why? And why also did he have such a strong desire to stop himself from compelling this from her? "Miss Williams, your skirt is indeed nice, but why are we speaking of such inconsequential things?"

Li-Mei stopped moving. She was silent for a moment. "A couple days ago, I lost something. I didn't realize it until the end of school. It was something that I wanted to show the other girls in our class." A pause, then, "It was something I got from my sister."

Nicodemus started to feel the walls closing in on him. "What was it?" he asked, dreading the answer.

"It was a booklet," she answered, and approached. She moved like a fawn; hesitantly, as if unsure of her next footing, but after a moment she found her natural grace. "You found it, didn't you? The booklet on morphs? But it's okay. I would have wanted you to find it." She gave him, then, the weight of her gaze.

"Miss Williams..."

"Let me have this." When she spoke, she was already close, and her rose-tinged scent closed around him pushing away the walls. A knot formed in the ratmorph's stomach as her lips connected with his muzzle, and she pressed it, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. His eyes lidded slightly, her scent a calming presence that pushed away his many anxieties. Arms coming up to hold the petite human by her waist, Nicodemus began to kiss back, showing his years of experience to compete with her smoldering enthusiasm.

"Was hoping this would happen," said a voice, one that made them both jump. Nicodemus stared in horror at the open door, with Ruby and Clementine framed in it. Ruby's expression reminded him very much like a felimorph on the prowl. Clementine seemed shyer, as mousemorphs generally were. "Li-Mei, were you trying to get some before the rest of us?"

Dread was quickly replaced by confusion at the black girl's accusation. "What?" said Nicodemus, looking toward Li-Mei. Li-Mei, however, had found a very interesting piece of floor.

"And Mister Nicky, I thought you said you were gonna treat us like morphs!" Ruby went on, arms akimbo.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ruby wants what Tess got earlier," Clementine explained in a low voice.

"What? No. No. Completely out of the question. If I did something like that then I would get fired."

"Did you even read the permission slips we gave you?" Ruby asked.

"Excuse me?" asked Nicodemus, bewildered.

Ruby turned to the auburn-haired girl. "Clem, you still got that master copy?"

Clementine nodded and dug it out of her pocket. She gave it to Ruby, who held it out. "You told us to get a permission slip, but you never gave us one. So we made our own."

Frowning hard, Nicodemus stepped forward and took the paper from Ruby, who walked into the room with Clementine. The two girls immediately surrounded Li-Mei, speaking in low tones while the ratmorph's head exploded. It was a form that released the school from liability if the humans did anything that would result from the usual sort of things, but included an emphasis on sexual relations. According to this, neither the school nor the teacher was to be held responsible if they engaged in sex, citing the federal law on age of consent. It was pretty airtight. "Who wrote this?" Nicodemus asked. "More importantly, how did you get your parents to sign this?"

"I did," Ruby said, the rest of the girls looking at the ratmorph. "Debate club has been very helpful. That, and my parents didn't really wanna talk about sex with me."

"My mom is kinda a hippie, so she was all for it," Clementine said, grinning sheepishly with her green eyes glittering in mischief.

"My father signed mine. He can't read all that well," said Li-Mei.

"Then you should not be a part--"

"I read it out to him. He asked if I knew what I was doing, and if I trusted my teacher." Li-Mei was looking steadily at Nicodemus now, her dark eyes meeting his. "I said yes. We had a talk about it, and he made sure that I was really was prepared for some of the consequences."

"Alright," Nicodemus began. "Do your parents know that there are morphs in this class?"

"I don't think my parents need to know who I'm having sex with," said the brown haired girl, a bit huffy.

"But that's the point!" the ratmorph countered. "There are political implications here. Do you all even know what you're getting into?"

"Do you really underestimate us so much?" Ruby challenged him. "We did the research. We know what we're doing and we still want you to teach us."

The other students were beginning to file in now, and Nicodemus just stood there. Somebody closed the door, and they were sitting down, chatting. He didn't know what to say. Glancing backward, he saw the media center in the center of the room, the TV and the video player. "Do you really?" he asked, glancing briefly at Ruby.

Striding to the front, he cleared his throat. "Please settle, everyone, take a seat." Shortly, the hubbub died down. With a breath, he looked all of them in the eyes. "I can't stop you from wanting sex, and for morphs in particular it would be irresponsible of me to restrict you from having it. I know how morphs work. Plus, you're young. Sometimes, and especially recently, I wonder if I can keep up with you. I called this class because I thought that some of you weren't knowledgeable in your own bodies, or had misdirected your desires. I'm still not sure about the former, and as to the latter... I wonder if you are taking an idealized look at me. So, what I'm going to do is show you a video of--" He paused, seeing Ruby raise her hand. "Yes?"

"Why are you trying to dissuade us?" she asked. "We want you to teach us."

"There are many, MANY factors to consider, not the least of which is your feelings on the matter," he said. "If I... teach you about things like that, then--"

"Would you rather we find somebody else, then?" Not deterred by her teacher's look of slowly growing horror, Ruby went on. "What if we were to find some other person, another morph off the street? We could pay them by pooling some money. Of course--"

"Alright!" Nicodemus groaned. He cared entirely too much for them to see them give something like that to just anybody. "While I doubt that you're actually going to just go to the street and find somebody, much less a morph, to just--alright, fine." The ratmorph took a deep breath, then looked out at the class with a renewed, if resigned, sense of purpose. "If... if this is how you all truly feel, if this is what you really want, then you have to agree to some things."

"What about the permission slips you had us sign?" Ruby pressed.

"This applies to everybody, so if any of you have a problem with it, then leave now." Silence, as he studied the room, and finally he continued. "First off, if anyone, for any reason, feels uncomfortable or unwilling or in any way whatsoever not ready for this, then they should go back to their rooms. Sex, intimacy is something that should be done with those you feel most comfortable with." He looked pointedly at Ruby, who looked back with false innocence. "Secondly, those who stay must follow my every word. This is not a request. Is that understood?"

Nicodemus looked at all the students, meeting their eyes until they nodded. "Good." He took another deep breath, and then continued. "With that in mind, then I'm going to do something that perhaps I should have done already. Tess, come up here."

All of her earlier bluster, all of her earlier defiance was gone. There was desire in her deep brown eyes, but it was tempered by the fact that the rest of the class was watching, and that Nicodemus was watching as well. The Doberman stood and came closer. "How do you feel?" he asked her. "And be honest."

Tess' ears splayed outward, blushing. However, her tail was wagging behind her, if slowly. "Um, hot. Horny."

"You think this is your heat again?"

"Yes," the Doberman answered immediately. "And no. I-I want this."

"You're nervous." It was not a question.

Tess nodded, but pushed herself against him, looking into his eyes. "I still want you, though," she said quietly, and her lips were pressed to his.

They shared the kiss for a time before Nicodemus pulled back, a hand stroking along the waistband of her skirt. "I may not be gentle," he told her, and his hand moved down, squeezing her rump.

He felt her shudder, breath quickening. "That's okay," she panted. "It was... good when you weren't."

"Is that so?" the ratmorph remarked, drawing his hand downward, nails raking over her skirt and then to the bare fur of her thigh. She nodded; her scent strong in the air, and this time Nicodemus embraced the light madness of arousal. There was a light gasp, and he knew she felt him growing against her. "Present," he told her.

Tess went down to her knees, the light shivering making her fur ripple. Turning, she went to all fours, grabbing the pillow from before and laying her torso on it. Her hands went backward, flipping her skirt upward and tugging down her panties. Nicodemus knelt behind her, watching as her hands quivered slightly. His hands took over, drawing the panties down as they crossed mid-thigh to her knees. One went inward, a finger sliding over her lower lips, coming back damp. This time, he did indulge himself in the taste of her body, closing his eyes to savor it. Tess whimpered, the dobiemorph's chest rising and falling faster. Her tail was high, but just the tip of it wagged. "This is the traditional presenting stance," he said aloud, staring at Tess but speaking to the rest. "It is ingrained in all morphs as a call back to our animal roots." His paws drew up her thighs and took a firm hold of her rear again, and she shivered all the harder. "With us, it demonstrates a complete submission and implicit trust to the male or dominant," he continued as he bent himself, muzzle less than an inch away from her core, bathed in her heated scent. Then he leaned forward, tongue finally touching her lower lips.

Tess started forward in surprise, but was soon hauled back, Nicodemus' pressing his nails firmly into her. And he feasted upon her, the dobiegirl moaning, whimpering, growling as he drank deeply of her. As he brought her to the cusp of an orgasm, he abruptly shifted upward, tongue touching her rump and wriggling within, with her pushing back eagerly. Good, he thought. Leaning up, he licked over his lips, panting softly. The ratmorph tugged his pants downward, barely aware of a few gasps at the brief flash of his penis before he took hold and moved, plunging into Tess' tight body.

He covered her then; his chest to her back, hips jerking to stay within. For her part, the dobiemorph shuddered and squirmed, which quickly escalated to thrashing when Nicodemus started thrusting in earnest. He couldn't hear much from the rest of the class, but he wasn't listening. All that remained for him was the writhing body below him, holding her down by her shoulders, her tail trapped against his chest, wagging anyway.

It was sweet for Nicodemus in a way he hadn't had in some time. Were he to think about it, he'd probably recall a few times in the beginning of his job. There was that sense of newness and naughtiness, in a way, to be committing such acts with abandon. However, he consumed himself with Tess, not caring about the past, not concerned with the future. He bit her neck, feeling her start again, then moan loudly, clenching down on him in yet another orgasm. By then, he was close, ramping up his already swift motions before sinking his cock into her core one last time, spurting hard into her, thick but ultimately incompatible cream white-washing her. As they came down, their scent heavy in the air, Nicodemus slowly became aware of the rest of the students.

One look told him all he needed.

Ruby's jeans were open; her thighs slightly spread as her fingers busily worked herself. Her other hand was groping Dustin's crotch, which twitched in his agitation. Dustin, for all his bluster, was paralyzed in the face of such frank interest. Evan had his hands stuffed between his legs, flushed and with his eyes round. Li-Mei was similarly flushed, her hands placed delicately over her legs, but Nicodemus could see that her knuckles were white. Monty and Dalila were kissing each other, making soft noises of pleasure, their bodies pressed together. Leanne was stoic, but her ears were perked towards the finishing action, and every now and then he saw her thighs rub against one another. Clementine was also touching herself, a hand up her shirt as she leaned against the big horse, eyes lidded. The ratmorph rose from Tess, and saw he had his work cut out for him.

Withdrawing from Tess, he sat back; tail flicking to rub on Tess' leg. She cooed, falling forward as seed drooled from her. "Ruby," he called to her, beckoning with a finger. "You're next."

She froze, but soon regained her composure though her dark skin showed a slight blush. The hand between her thighs went to her skirt, and as she stood the garment went down. Dustin's nose twitched, his face suddenly full of pert human rump. "And stop teasing Dustin," he added, though he had to hide a smile.

Giggling shamelessly, she stepped from her skirt and panties, sauntering over to the ratmorph and standing boldly before him. There was a movement, and suddenly Ruby was flinging her shirt off of her chocolate body, a hand moving back to unclip the white bra to expose her chest and leave her in nothing but her socks, sneakers, and a smirk. Nicodemus shook his head. "You didn't seriously consider just giving yourself away to somebody you didn't know and who didn't care about you? Just a random morph off the street? Ruby. You're a beautiful, intelligent and tenacious young woman, and to even give casual thought to something like that is a waste of your mind and body." The smirk faded on Ruby's face, arms falling to her sides. "Especially when there's a teacher you can blackmail into doing it," he went on, grinning. "Now present."

The joke got her to smile a little, and she went to her knees. Instead of turning, she crawled forward, nodding to his turgid shaft. "May I?"

Nicodemus snorted, tail swinging away from Tess. "If you like."

Eagerly, she closed the distance between them, Tess moving away to recline on the floor indugently. Gripping his thighs, Ruby delicately lowered her face before trying a lick. "I know you can do much better than that," he rumbled at her, before glancing upward at Dalila and Monty. "By the way, you two, pay attention." The two jumped, looking sheepishly at Nicodemus while Ruby grinned, lowering her mouth over the ratmorph's cock and slurping the remains of Tess from him. "You can touch each other, but I don't want any mounting quite yet, understand?" He placed his hand on Ruby's head and pushed down, gently encouraging her to take more than the top part of his cock.

The black girl took it one step further, taking a deep breath before plunging downward enough to make him flinch. Nicodemus felt her swallow on his shaft once, twice, before she came up again, grinning at him triumphantly. "And where did you learn that?" he asked in a low voice.

"How do you think I got some of the stories I did?" she returned, bending to suckle on him again.

The rat stopped her, lifting her by her chin. He hadn't thought that she had resorted to such methods for the sake of the school paper. "Do you care so little for yourself?" he asked after a moment.

Ruby stared defiantly at him, but spoke in an even, quiet tone. "No, but when you go to a private school on a scholarship, sometimes you have to do more to get the same thing."

Sighing, Nicodemus bent down, whispering to her ear. "You don't need to do that to get a story, Ruby. You're too smart and too beautiful to fall to that. Don't let anybody take advantage of you, not even me."

"I haven't," she told him, and he pulled back to glance at her eyes. The answer led him to believe that maybe she hadn't practiced what she had learned.

"You're sure about this, now?" She nodded, and he leaned forward to place a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Then let me do something for you. Present, please."

Her expression had softened. "I'm glad I'm doing this with you," she said quietly, before turning and lifting her round rump.

"I as well," the ratmorph told her, and meant it. He bent down behind her, stroking over the coffee-and-cream-colored skin, spreading her to expose her darker pink parts. He scented some nervousness from her, and stroked over her body as he gave her lower lips a kiss. Then another, and another, deeper and deeper with her soft sounds guiding him. His tongue found her gates first, and her body heated up while he orally explored her. When he pulled back, his lips found her pink pearl, fastening gently around it with Ruby getting wetter by the moment.

He growled slightly, hands gripping to her rump while she squirmed in front of him. After guiding her through an orgasm, he lifted his muzzle and glanced at the aroused but rapt audience. "There is a reason why I'm doing this, you know," he said suddenly, retrieving one of the items in his pocket, placing it to the side. "Earlier, I told you that presenting establishes trust as well as shows submission. There is, however, an additional layer of submission, not always unique to canomorphs." Moving in close, his tongue returned to Ruby's sex, and she pushed back to him. Then his tongue dragged upward and began to swipe at her anal bud. Confused, the black girl looked back. "Applying attentions to the anal region of a submissive is another, greater sign. Basic anatomy tells you," and the ratmorph paused, sucking on a finger before applying it to Ruby's rump, "there is no connection to the womb through the rectum. If a dominant is trying to apply attention here, between morphs this is an instinctive sign of complete submission should the submissive accept it." Bending again, Nicodemus pressed his tongue to Ruby's rump, heard her cry out sweetly, and push back almost instantly before yanking her body away. Smiling to himself, he simply did it again, harder, the finger slipping down to plunge into Ruby's sex.

Ruby cried out again. "How does it feel?" Nicodemus heard somebody ask her. Rebecca, he thought. "What's he doing?" another piped up. Probably Monty.

"He-he's licking... he's licking at my butt!" Ruby said in a strained voice. "I-i-it feels so... oh, OH!" She started speaking rapidly. "He's licking my butt and has his fingers in me, and and and it feels so... oh... I didn't... think it'd... feel like thiiiiiiiiiiiiiis!" Breath rushed out of her lungs in a hiss, her body clamping down on the ratmorph's fingers as she pushed backward, sweat starting to bead on her skin. The scent of such distracted the ratmorph, who was already immersed in the sweet smell of her core, something that touched a primal part within him. Keeping focused, he grabbed the item from his pants, popping off the cap.

A hiss-click sound broke the sound of slurping, with Nicodemus moving away from Ruby's lightly trembling body. "What was that?" asked Dalila, voicing the concerns of the rest of the class.

Nicodemus held up the object. "This is a maiden blade," he told them, showing them all the sharp looking blade attached to the cylinder, as well as the sponge-tipped probe. "It is intended to remove the hymen of a female in the most painless way possible." Looking down, he stroked idly over Ruby's bottom while she looked at him in shock. "Now, you are ready for breeding, as the saying goes." Retracting the blade, he applied the cap once more. Soon after, a finger pushed into the black girl's body, derailing her thoughts. "One finger," he said quietly, the room hanging on his every word. "Two," he went on, and she started forward again, in surprise. The two fingers worked into her, as he kept her in place with his free hand. "And... three." Ruby let go of a muffled moan when the third squeezed in.

"So much..." she said breathlessly.

The third finger was possibly excessive, but seeing her writhe like she had invoked the rat's teasing side. Not to mention, of course, that time a few days ago in the locker room. Nicodemus knew exactly how to pay her back for that. "And you will get more later," he told her.

"But--"

"Patience," he cautioned her. "I want you to watch for now. Go sit," he said, sending her off with a swat on her rump. With a small yelp, Ruby reluctantly crawling over to a couch and sat on the floor in front of it. Tess was awake, hips swinging lightly and watching while Nicodemus beckoned another over. "Rebecca, please come here."

The cottontail jumped in surprise, and then started giggling. Biting her lip, she got up, fanning herself a little, eyes drifting over Nicodemus' body and the maiden blade he kept on the floor beside him. She stood a few feet in front of him, petite with her quicksilver fur, ears splayed outward and giggling incessantly. "It's alright," Nicodemus said. "If you like, you can explore me so you feel more comfortable."

Rebecca's hand flew to her mouth, ears perked upward. "I... a-alright..." Another burst of giggles left her then, but she went to her knees, eyes taking in her teacher's body. With a bit lower lip, made all the cuter for her buckteeth, she reached out and stroked over his chest, gasping cutely at the resistance. "I-I-I didn't think that..."

"Not many do, but I try and keep myself well," the rat answered, perfectly at ease.

"Did anybody...?" Rebecca trailed off, ears wilting again as she saw the rest of the class, all eyes on her and Nicodemus. She swallowed and continued. "A-anybody know that he was... strong?" Her hand had drifted to the side, across Nicodemus' shoulder and to his bicep. "Oh..."

"I did," answered Leanne, squirming slightly as everybody looked at her now.

"Oh right, you go running with him, don't you?" Leanne nodded in answer, and Rebecca turned back to the rat, staring at his brown furred body. "Oh..." Rebecca cooed again, shuffling forward and placing the other hand on Nicodemus' shoulder. "I just... you always seem like..."

"I'm aware," he told her. The rabbit fell silent as her hands drifted lower, a few giggles bubbling spontaneously from her. They were less nervous, more that she was giddy having the rat to herself. Stroking lower, she came to his hips and thighs, staring directly at the turgid shaft before her. "I won't hurt you," he said suddenly, "and the maiden blade will prevent the pain of losing your hymen."

"That's the part that hurts?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Yes. Outside of other, extenuating circumstances." The rat's breath caught very quietly, her gray hand grasping his maleness. She gave it a squeeze. "Though I should probably take your hymen before you go too much farther."

"Can I... explore this a little more?" she asked sheepishly, her ears twitching. The rabbit had begun to stroke him now; paw moving up and down in small motions, spreading what saliva was left by Ruby.

"Some," Nicodemus returned nostrils flaring. Arousal was heavy in the air, but Rebecca's was concentrated before him. There was also whiffs of Ruby to the side, who was sliding her fingers within herself, exploring her depths.

"Well it's just so... warm." The rabbit's inner ears had gone from white to a shading of pink, indicating all the blood flow to her head and face. She experimented with squeezing him. "Are all guys... so... I-I mean, it's just thicker than I expected."

"Than you expected?" Nicodemus raised an eyebrow.

Rebecca's whiskers fanned slightly, even though she moved her hand to lifted the cock, hefting it. "I... I don't know." She giggled, still looking at the blunt tip, probably imaging it going inside her. "I just... didn't know. There were pictures, but I didn't think that it would be... like this."

"And you'd like to feel this inside you?" Rebecca didn't say anything to that, but she did squeak, glancing up at the rat's face briefly. Then, she gave a small nod. "Then take off as much clothing as you feel comfortable with, and get on all fours."

Swallowing, the bunny obeyed, pulling up and off her t-shirt with the cute cartoon rabbit on it. Beneath was a bra in an off-white color, covering her modest bust. Rolling to her back, the bunny wormed her way out of her short-shorts, draping the denim to the side with her shirt and revealing a set of white panties. Her movements remained hesitant, trying not to look at the avid class before her as she turned to her hands and knees, lowering her chest to the ground as her tufted tail wagged slightly. "I'm ready," she said in a clear, though soft voice, looking back at him with her head on her folded arms.

Nicodemus ran his fingers through her thigh-fur, coming to those panties. The rabbit's breathing was slow and deep, though excitement and apprehension poured into her scent at the first touch to her body. He didn't delay further, drawing the fabric down and pressing his lips to hers, inhaling deeply, stuffing his tongue inside her.

Unlike Ruby, or even Tess, he didn't hear much from Rebecca. Despite her propensity for giggling, she was fairly silent except for a few grunts and small sounds. Her scent did not change, but only got stronger with her body trembling lightly, while Nicodemus drank her musky, grassy juices down. When she came, it was with a gasp, then again with a small groan, and by then the ratmorph was withdrawing the maiden blade. As he turned his attention upward, Rebecca responded by tensing. Nicodemus was relentless, and she gradually relaxed and allowed him in though he could tell that she was much less responsive back there, thrusting her bottom backward dutifully.

He didn't push the issue, simply slotting himself in place and driving in. This did get a response from her, the cottontail bunny bracing herself on the floor and grunting. She soon lifted her head, eyes tightly shut, and let out a soft coo as Nicodemus took her. The rat leaned over her body, something that resonated with her, and linked one of her hands with his. Very quickly, she was over and clenching on him, her body clutching to his with her free hand wrapping around his neck, heads pulled together. Compared to Tess or Ruby, their time together was almost tame. Nicodemus certainly moved swiftly, but not with the intense focus, allowing his attentions to drift over Rebecca's body. The rat tugged on the peaks of her chest, rolling one at a time in his free hand, dragged his nails through the fur of her stomach. These small motions had the desired effect of pushing Rebecca to the brink, while he tipped her over with his more constant drumbeat, her body trembling hard.

Glancing upward, Nicodemus caught Ruby still with her fingers deep inside her, turning from simple exploration to active masturbation. He grinned, nodding to her. "Don't cum, Ruby, or you'll be waiting longer." The black girl glared then, drawing her fingers from herself.

"Can I...?" Dustin stopped, closest to Ruby and the action and glancing to Nicodemus for approval. Getting the nod, the Labrador turned back to Ruby, a puppyish look to his face. "...Please?"

Nicodemus wasn't able to track what happened next as Rebecca was squeezing down on him then, and this time it was harder to keep going. Baring his teeth, he grunted and just kept going, finally spilling his seed within the bunny girl, grinding his hips to her, letting out his held breath with a moan. Another moan drew his attention, and he saw Ruby squirming while the Labrador had his lips wrapped around her fingers. Slowly, Dustin pulled away, his tongue slipping between the two digits as he was left panting and licking his lips. Seeing this, Nicodemus thought that perhaps letting the dog do that might have been a bad idea, but there was little for that except for simple monitoring. He helped Rebecca up and helped her over to a seat. "You're alright?" he asked her.

She nodded, smiling slightly. Nicodemus nodded, then turned to Dustin and Ruby, the former's hands drifting downward to trace over the latter's chest. "Ruby," he called, the two jumping. "In time, Dustin," he told the canomorph, who's ears turned to the side in embarrassment. Ruby stood, once again feeling self-conscious, glancing between the dog and the rat. Nicodemus waited, his cock standing erect while Dustin's remained trapped in his pants. Eventually, the black girl darted over to Nicodemus, who sat, patting a place before him.

"Sorry," she muttered.

"Think nothing of it. You'll have your time with him later," he said back, while she went down to all fours again. Reaching out, he slipped his fingers within her again, moving to his knees behind her, and she jumped.

"Hey...! I thought--"

Nicodemus simply chuckled, the two fingers working within her until she couldn't speak. She was still wet, perhaps moreso, as he drew back, leading his turgid length to press against her, then ease himself inside. He didn't need to see her face to know that her eyes were wide. Perhaps he should have stretched her out with his fingers once again, but the look on her face was priceless. Pulling her back, the rat's hands groped her breasts while he had her ride him, nipping and tugging at her neck.

"Oh...!" Ruby shuddered on him, hands flying to Nicodemus' thighs, almost a rag doll in his strong hands. Pounding her through her climax, the rat started tugging on her nipples, lavishing her neck with his lips and teeth. Her body was so sensitive as to fascinate the ratmorph, covering her neck in small bites and nips, the scent of her and the class at large driving him to do more. She came again with a delicious strained moan, sweat beading out on her chocolate skin with some thrown off due to her body's jostling motions. He growled to her, licking at the back of her neck, which only seemed to drive a further sound from her.

Huffing, the ratmorph felt his body grow close, and threw himself over the edge, feeling himself meld with Ruby. It was almost as if his fur and her skin, already very similar shades, became one as he drove himself within her, seeding her body. Dimly, he wondered if that was the right thing to do, but that was soon overwhelmed by the beating waves of pleasure that rolled through him. Pulling his shaft from Ruby, he flicked it upward so that it slapped against her body, causing a ripple in the skin. Remembering her scent, he knew that she wasn't especially fertile then, so he was safe. "Clementine," he called, looking up, and perked.

Clementine was there, shirt pulled up to expose her bra, one hand digging under the fabric to tweak her breast. She was looking at Dalila and Monty, who seemed unable to contain themselves. The Afghan's shirt had gone missing along with her bra as she kissed and huffed at the younger, piebald ratmorph, her breasts being handled by inexperienced hands. "Clementine," he said sharply, making the brunette jump, then flush heavily. "Bring Dalila, and come here." By now, the shaggy furred canomorph had heard, and reluctantly pulled herself away from her new lover. He hadn't noticed, buried deep in Ruby as he had been, but the level of arousal in the class had risen sharply. Even Evan was squirming, hand between his legs.

The girls whose turn had come already were huddled together, naked fur and flesh sliding against one another as they clung together, a smoldering look shown to the rest of the class. They were satisfied, but aroused still, Nicodemus guessing that his stamina would be exhausted if he tried to take care of them all one at a time. This was not his intention to spread himself so thin, but he felt a duty to be the first. As both Clementine and Dalila went to him, kneeling and gently tugging off their clothes, that resolve only tightened, arms folding around the two girls and pulling them closer, nails dragging through their sides. The brunette was still flushing, Dalila looking less sheepish and more defiant, though both enjoyed the little caress. "So you're gonna do us both?" the Afghan asked, nodding downward.

Nicodemus didn't need to look down, smirking at the canomorph. "You'll feel how hard it can get. Now, off with your clothes." Hesitance again ran through them, but it quickly passed, more so for Dalila, as jeans, powder blue panties and matching bra (Clementine) with shorts, and black, lacy panties (Dalila) joined the other clothes on the floor, both girls sitting there with some amount of awkwardness. "Beautiful," he told them, cupping their chins and rubbing them.

The human chuckled nervously. "Never expected it'd be like this," she muttered.

"Neither did I, until you forced my hand," he shot back, while she looked down and away. She didn't get far with the ratmorph still holding her, compelling her gaze back to his smiling face. "Though this is neither of our choosing, that does not mean that I am unwilling. In a way, I'm very lucky to have such bright, devious students organize a way for me to teach them things, and corner me with arguments I was not nimble enough to anticipate. You are all to be commended." He turned her gaze to Dalila now, whose face had softened. "And since you're so concerned with how hard I might be, you will be after Clementine."

"Hey!" she protested, but Nicodemus held up a hand and directed them both to all fours. "I don't see why I have to go after her..."

"If you think I'm playing favorites, then you're mistaken," he answered her, a hand swatting her bum and making the Afghan jump. By now, the rat had lowered himself before her, brown muzzle nosing at the canomorph's exposed lower lips. Dalila gasped, spasming and gripping at Clementine's hand. Wasting no time, Nicodemus delved his tongue into her body, hands spreading her rump, leading her up to and through two orgasms before her maidenhead was claimed by the blade.

Dalila's body was quivering by then, panting while pressed close to the brunette. Clementine had been surprised by the speed that the canomorph's defenses were broken down, all the more since it was happening so close to her. She held tight to the human to the point where her hand felt crushed, but even so a warm flush had colored her skin as she had watched Dalila crest. Then, the rat's hands were upon her, and Nicodemus saw that familiar blend of trepidation and anticipation, both exceeded when the touch of teeth and lips actually met her body. Now it was Clementine's turn to writhe, squirm, and hold onto Dalila as she was pushed to heights she'd never before experienced, the only thing disturbing them was the quick hiss-click of the maiden blade.

Now, both girls were quivering slightly when Nicodemus lifted his muzzle from Clementine's body, and he wasted little time mounting the human. Dalila pressed herself closer, licking over the brunette's face while her lower lips were split wide on the rat's cock. It became more than that, though Nicodemus couldn't see everything. He thought that they might have kissed, knowing that the shaggy dogmorph's amorous motions had surprised Clementine. But then, she got under her, her hands playing with Clementine's hanging, apple-sized breasts while they bounced with heavy breathing and heavier coitus.

Clementine was brought to orgasm suddenly, her head thrown back as she clenched within, a wave of shudders rippling over her. Nicodemus huffed, lowering himself on her, pressing his chest to her sweat-soaked back and took her savagely, marking her neck with his teeth. Her second orgasm, so soon after the first, hastened his own, and she cried out as he filled her with his seed. Again, he had to wonder if he was doing the right thing by possibly impregnating her, but the air was so stuffed with arousal that it was hard to parse the details of Clementine's fertility. Later, he thought, nuzzling his cheek against her own and panting lightly. Much later, the thought went on when Dalila pressed her muzzle against his, provoking a small growl from them both. When the kiss broke, her fingers smeared her impatience over his nose, and his rational mind switched off, pulling from Clementine to stuff his resilient shaft into the impudent canomorph's body.

Dalila seemed to like it rough. Nicodemus kept her pinned down with a hand on her back, her rump rippling with the impact of his every motion, even with her thick fur, and she was rewarding him with her frequent peaks. Perhaps she had been primed already through what happened earlier, and definitely when Clementine came over, linking hands, running her other hand over both of their bodies. The rat pulled back one of Dalila's arms, forcing her chest into the ground, and immediately felt her go over for a second or third time. It was more than enough for him, and he groaned shortly after spilling his seed within the Afghan.

Sitting back, his shaft flagging, Nicodemus watched the brunette pull Dalila over her, pressing her into a kiss while their sated bodies rubbed against one another. He wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, but from where he was he had a perfect view of the two flushed bottoms and parted lips, both leaking with his seed. It was a powerful sight, to say the least, and he felt a primal surge of pride at having serviced so many already, though there were two more left. His hand had reached out and smacked Clementine's rump before he realized what he had done, but from the nervous gigging that resulted, he slowly grinned, the pride resurging.

"Can you get up?" he asked them.

"Y-yeah," said Clementine. "I just didn't think that Dalila went that way..."

The Afghan giggled again, getting up and helping the brunette up. When they staggered off, Nicodemus heard a sharp cry. The following burst of scent directed him toward Ruby and Tess, who had their hands between the other's legs. The canomorph tugged her hand from Ruby's body, her thigh sliding along the mocha leg, licking over her sticky fingers.

"Having fun, girls?" he asked, the rest of the classes attention drawn from their various states of arousal.

There was a brief moment of embarrassment before both grinned, nodding. "Remind me to show you more about exploring your own bodies. But in the meantime... I think we should stop for now." He expected to hear all the confused and disappointed protestations. "Don't you want some pizza?" he asked them. "My treat."

This idea was generally met with positive reviews, but Li-Mei wasn't so sure. "What about...?"

"I'll get to you, Li-Mei, and you Leanne, but to be honest, I need a break. It is difficult to keep going non-stop, you know." He smiled at them, and suddenly most of the class looked embarrassed. "It's alright. If you're still feeling pent up, then I would encourage you to explore yourselves, but to refrain from orgasming. After all, it's the best way to discover your own preferences." Looking around, the rat morph located his own shorts and slipped them on, ignoring the mess of his fur. "It might also be a good time to get a shower, for those of you who are feeling particularly dirty. Pizzas should take about a half hour to an hour, so we'll meet back here then, okay?"

The students mostly just looked at each other. "Okay?" Nicodemus repeated, pulling a cell phone out of his pocket and began dialing a pizza place.

"We know you're tired, but why can't we cum?" asked Tess.

Nicodemus stopped dialing, looking up at Tess. "Um," he began, but closed his mouth over the first thing that came to his mind. It's not that it didn't make sense, and Tess would probably understand and agree. But his gaze slid to the human students, who wouldn't understand, at least, not at first. That, and he didn't really feel like explaining it to them, either.

Because you're mine is what he wanted to say. It was a thought process that was rooted in the bestial aspects of himself and the other morphs, and much, much deeper within humanity. But didn't he already establish that with them? Perhaps not overtly, but he made it clear at the beginning that they were to follow his every word.

"Well?" asked Ruby irritably. Nicodemus saw with a small start that she was masturbating almost casually. He needed some air.

"We will speak of this," he said, "when I finish ordering the pizzas. Does one cheese, one pepperoni, and one supreme sound good to everybody?" After scatters of agreement, he stood and left the room, the sudden chill of the night air helping to clear his head.

Nicodemus took a couple of deep breathes after that. It wasn't that it was cold outside, but more that it was so very hot within that room, for a variety of reasons. He got on the phone soon after, placing the order, which only took a few moments. The rest of the time, he took a few deep, calming breathes, knowing that things were bound to get out of hand if he didn't keep his cool.

But when he walked back in, he saw that things were getting out of hand anyway.