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Carefully, Nicodemus extracted himself, stepping around the pile of bodies until he was clear. Then he sat down heavily on the couch, trying to wrap his mind around the enormity of what he had done. The place was utterly rank with sex, even after so many hours had passed, so there was no delusion that he had somehow fallen naked on the floor and the rest of the students did the same just to keep warm. And yet, as paws slipped down his face until they were supporting his chin, Nicodemus realized that he felt good. He wasn't entirely sure what had happened the previous evening after the pizza; all he remembered was Tess's enticing scent, and then bits and pieces of flesh and fur. But thinking back, the rat hadn't done anything that extensive in years. He was surprised and even a little pleased at the amount of stamina he had evidently shown.

There was somebody stirring. Brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders as she sat up, and the ratmorph caught flashes of her smooth, lightly freckled back. Clementine yawned, moving with a sort of natural grace that she was still growing into. Her arms stretched out above her head, then split to both sides, working out a few of those muscles to get them limbered up for the day ahead. She took a moment, brushing some strands of hair from her face, combing the wavy locks back with her fingers, then turned to her left. A small gasp of surprise at seeing Monty sprawled out on his back, and she followed his naked form to the entanglement of the others. Something resembling a laugh and a gasp spilled from her, looking over the rest of the students, all in similar states of undress.

When she saw Nicodemus, Clementine recoiled slightly, hands moving to cover herself. But then, she appeared to see the absurdity of it, more so when he waved a bit at her. She smiled then, and stood, picking her way through the crowd to sit down beside him on the couch. She closed her eyes and leaned against his arm. "Good morning," she said, almost a whisper.

"Morning," he returned, hunching forward.

Out of the corner of his eye, the rat saw her smile before she wrapped an arm around him, leaning to his shoulder. Laying back against the couch, Nicodemus sighed through his nose and closed his eyes, allowing some measure of calm to seep into him. Clementine, however, was restless. After a few moments, she turned into him, pressing her chest against his arm while nuzzling his shoulder like a cat. When he tried to move away, she squeezed tighter, folding her legs under her. It seemed innocent enough, even when she kissed his shoulder. Nicodemus became worried when her hand started moving over his chest. However, her breathing was even, and there was nothing else that he could sense to worry him either, though the scent of last night's activities blocked all else.

The air was getting a bit stale, so Nicodemus shifted and got up. Or would have, had Clementine let go instead of tightening her grip and straddled his lap. The teacher's ears twitched, tilting his head slightly to her, and she just smiled, hugging to him again. It was here that he became very conscious of her body, and her effect on his. The ratmorph wasn't sure if he'd been half-hard this entire time from the latent scents, but it was a minor relief that below the waist, they weren't touching. Much.

The problem grew larger as she kept moving. She was not an idle cuddle, almost constantly shifting, rubbing her body against him. More than that, there were times when her sex met his, gliding along the underside for brief moments. The first time this happened, Nicodemus had a sharp intake of breath. The second time he didn't make a sound and pulled her hips away. The third, he saw a particular look in her eyes.

The rat recognized that look. It brought back a rush of memory, a piece of clarity out from last night's fog. He was sitting up, his lips locked with Ruby who was pressed against him. Ruby's hair had tumbled around her shoulders, curls going every which way, and her scent was thick in that curtain, vaguely floral and spiced heavily with that subtle human aroma. Nicodemus ran his nails down her back, and she shivered. He remembered noting that she had been more sensitive than earlier, owing to the mild scratches already on her back, and Dalila's and Dustin's scent on her. There was something else, but he was pulled from the kiss with a sudden gasp, looking down. Clementine was there, her lips slowly engulfing his shaft, tongue playing over his orbs as he grew again at her urging. Then she glanced up, meeting his fevered gaze with a blush, hair hiding one of her eyes. The other, however, exposed the extent of her desire, deep pools of water churning under the surface.

The moment that he realized her intent was a moment after she had made her move. She was already squeezing him, thumb running around the tip, and he bared his teeth in a silent hiss. Clementine lifted her hips up, but before she could push him in, the rat grabbed onto her rump and pulled away and down, smearing her sex against him. Her breath left her in a rush, and he didn't cede the advantage while he still had it, grinding the turgid rod against her wet pearl.

She protested wordlessly, quietly, still trying to get him inside her. There was part of Nicodemus that wanted the same, badly, but he clung to his resolve and kept her in place. It became a dance; her trying to get him in, him avoiding it, and all the while the two organs mashed together, gliding as more fluids built up from the tease. They were both panting now, one of her hands by his waist to try and maneuver herself, but Nicodemus did not let her succeed. He was conscious, as well, of the harried breathing and slick passing.

Clementine trembled, the small voice she gave to the sensations bubbling within her young body a further testament to her annoyance. It began to form a word, one that Nicodemus was very familiar with from his younger days. The rat quieted her with a kiss and did not relent, though he was reduced to a leaky faucet of pre, for the rail slid both ways. The human did not have the experience he did however, and her body jerked spasmodically deep in the orgasm's embrace. Nicodemus brought her down in small, gentle movements until she got control of herself again, the two gasping at one another, her forehead against his. She wore an expression of frustration and satisfaction entwined, her head slipping down to nuzzle into his neck.

"Miss Webb?" he asked, keeping his voice low. She made a sound of acknowledgment. "I'm going to need you to wake the others. I do not know exactly what time it is, but the dining hall brunch should be open, and we are all in need of a shower."

"Okay," she sighed.

"Take your time," he said as he moved her off to the side. He got a glance of her hand drifting over her stomach as he got up quickly and left the room, pausing only to find his pants.

Back in his apartment, Nicodemus was alone with his thoughts. Even the heat of the shower would not dispel the weight on his mind. If anything, it only magnified his sin, the steam prying loose the individual scents of all his charges. Tess's was strongest, which didn't surprise him considering her condition. Which, of course, brought him to the frightening possibility that Ruby, Li-Mei, and Clementine could be carrying morphs, most likely his. That left Tess and possibly Dalila, depending on how active Dustin had been.

The part that annoyed Nicodemus was how little he could recall of the previous night, aside of flashes driven by the embedded odors in his fur. He had only one theory to why he blanked out, as well; the fact that it had been so long since he'd been with another. For large swaths of time, the rat morph had eschewed even his own hand, so caught up was he in the teaching opportunity. He could recall parts of studies he'd read of long-term denial of morph sexual activity, sometimes building up to such an extent that the morph almost turned savage when a chance presented itself. And now, his lack of restraint threatened that very same opportunity.

It didn't help that despite these morbid thoughts and a sudden turn to a cold shower, his member refused to go down. Cursing, the rat finally succumbed to his body's demand, rubbing one out as quickly as he could. Near twenty minutes later he was rocking on his feet, grabbing the shower head to steady himself as his shame splattered on the wall, seeping into the drain. A few minutes after that, Nicodemus was steady enough to stop the water.

By the time he got to the dining hall, the orgasm had Nicodemus feeling much more mellow. "Que sera, sera" was the operative phrase, as snatches of a half-remembered song floated through his memory. But then, he was taken by the spread left by the staff, piling his plate with plenty of food to sate his growling stomach. He even waved to a few; some were morphs like himself. He saw his students from afar, smiling a little bit to see them all sitting together, chatting animatedly about something he couldn't quite distinguish. They looked happy, which had to mean that the rat had to have done something right in his time as their teacher. With a small sigh, he went to greet them.

The first one to spot him was Evan. He could tell because the sole human male of the class did nothing but stare as a blush slowly consumed his face. When he noticed that the rat was looking back, he broke eye contact, which made Dalila glance at what had him so occupied. Leanne's ears tilted backward, moving her head just enough to see the ratmorph's approach. Gradually, attention filtered through the table, resulting in a silence that matched the mostly silent hall. It was a surreal moment, and Nicodemus caught himself walking straighter, taller, and not knowing why. Only when he got to the head of the table, at the empty seat left open for him did he understand.

They're all mine, he thought to himself, eyes moving from one to the other. They all met his gaze briefly, with the notable exceptions of Evan and Dustin, before lowering their eyes demurely. The former was still flushing, the latter suddenly engrossed in his food. "Good morning," Nicodemus said quietly, placing his tray on the table and sitting. A haphazard chorus of "Morning, Mr. Nicodemus" replied. "I trust you all slept well," he went on, making it a statement.

"Did you?" asked Leanne, sitting to his left amid the grins and murmurs of agreement.

Nicodemus avoided the question for the few moments it took to eat a few forkfuls of his waffles, lightly dusted with cinnamon and syrup, with pieces of cherry in them. "Concerning last night. I would like to say that nothing between us has changed, but I cannot in good conscious say that. Doing so would be an insult to all of you. So before anything else, I must beg your forgiveness for my actions."

The confused reaction surprised him, his ears flicking backward. "What are you saying?" asked Monty.

Leanne made the connection before he spoke. "He thinks he raped us."

"What? Are you kidding?" Ruby was incredulous, glancing at Leanne. "Is he serious?"

"You do remember what happened last night, right, Mr. Nicodemus?" said Dustin, finally glancing at him.

"To be honest, no." The admission only seemed to draw more astonishment, from the students and in turn himself, and he was sensing a theme. "I believe the reason for that is a case of personal neglect. It ended up expressing itself on all of you, and again, I do apologize. I did not mean to force you, any of you."

"But none of us were forced!" cried Li-Mei, with a greater amount of passion than he had ever seen her with.

"Last night was the best night of my life," said a voice loudly. The entire table turned to Evan, who appeared to blush brighter for the scrutiny. "I-it was. Last night, Mr. Nicodemus, you took my virginity. You were... you just finished with Ruby. And Tess." He added those words as an afterthought, bit his lip for a moment as he studied the table, rallying himself. "You just finished with them, and I had been sitting off to the side. Your eyes just... latched onto me. And didn't let me go. Without a word, you beckoned me over, and I couldn't... not."

"And that is exactly what -- "

"Let me finish." The words were delivered quietly, but with conviction. Nicodemus fell silent as Evan continued. "I didn't want to. Before, in class, I didn't like it when you called on me. A lot of those times I wanted to just crawl up in a hole and hide, and I didn't even remember why I had bothered to sign up for this class. But you stuck with me, always coming back to me, and I finally answered to get you to just move on. I was right the first time you asked a question. And when I was wrong, or off, you didn't make me seem as if I was dumb. I trusted you. And... and last night, when you called me over and then pulled me back against you, so I could feel... you on me, all... messy... and then you whispered in my ear that you were going to mount me. And I was more nervous than... ever. Ever in my life. I was trembling. But you slid your hand or... paw or whatever over my stomach and leg, and you asked me if I was ready. I mean..." Again, he took a moment to gather himself. "I just saw you just... it almost seemed like you were doing what you wanted to do with the others. All of the others. But you were looking at me. Like you wanted me, too. And... I knew you could just bend me over and take me, regardless of what I said. But you just kept... stroking over me when I didn't answer, and I started to relax and think. And I finally came to terms with the fact that the reason that I was so nervous, had been so nervous, was that I... I wanted you. So badly. I, I wanted you to mount me, and you were giving me the chance to back out. And... I don't know how that could have been force. And... and yeah, that's... that's all I have to say." The last sentence was mumbled, as the blush seemed to intensify, Evan's gaze falling to the table.

After a moment, Nicodemus had to ask. "Was I acting differently?"

"A little," Dustin said, the Labrador smiling slightly. "You didn't really speak, and you were a little rougher with us."

"A LOT rougher," Tess said with an indulgent grin. "Especially after I kissed you."

There was some nervous laughter that followed this, but before Nicodemus could ask, the bunny girl answered him. "You tore off her shirt and the rest of her clothes. Like, literally. We all jumped when we heard the ripping noise, and kinda sat there while you just... took her. Right there, in front of the rest of us. I mean, you did it already with all of us, but this was... different. And it was kinda... hot." Rebecca's whiskers fanned again, her ears splaying to the sides. "I mean, Tess even did that... squirty thing."

"She did?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah," the other rat commented, grinning a little, "though by that time, Dalila had your head stuffed between her legs."

"I'm still a little sore," Tess said, obviously lost in pleasant memories.

"I hurt you?" Nicodemus asked.

"In the best way," the dobie replied, still far and away. One hand had strayed between her legs.

"Well," considered the teacher. "I guess this changes what I had planned somewhat."

"You had plans?" asked Ruby as Li-Mei said "What are your plans?"

"To let you all do your homework." Nicodemus couldn't hide a grin at the chorus of groans that followed. "Even, and perhaps especially because of what happened last night, you need to finish your homework. Now, if memory serves, the assignment I gave you was light, so there are no excuses. Come on, everybody finish your breakfast and go get your things, I'll meet you all in the common room." Making a shooing motion, he saw the students pick up their trays and leave the table. Li-Mei stopped and gave the rat a kiss to his cheek, smiling at him before running after the rest of the class. Rebecca, however, had stayed behind. "Is there something wrong?" he inquired.

"Yeah," she nodded. "You really don't remember what happened last night?"

"Bits and pieces," he admitted, watching her bite into a peach slice, separate from her finished oatmeal. "Not enough to form a clear picture, but... flashes."

"Are you okay?"

"I should be. I've been under a lot of stress, and Tess's... problem has exacerbated things. Though I think that, despite or perhaps because of yesterday and last night, I'll be okay."

"Is that something that could happen to us, Mr. Nicodemus?" The bunnymorph's ears twitched slightly, betraying more worry in her eyes.

"So long as you take care of yourself, as I haven't, you should be just fine. It is important to be healthy sexually as well as to eat right and exercise."

"And I guess that's what the morph class is for, huh?"

Nicodemus nodded, smiling ruefully. "Advice I should be taking myself." Rebecca giggled as he shooed her off. "Go ahead and get started on your homework. I'll be along after I finish eating. And no hanky panky!" he called after her as she placed her tray on the rack, hopping off.

His breakfast was soon sitting in his stomach when the ratmorph put his own tray on the rack, making his way back to the dorm area. It had been a relief to find out a little of what had happened last night. As for the remainder of this morph class... He'd begun to wonder if it was a good idea to have had it in the first place. They were good kids; intelligent, hard-working, and perhaps even devious in the best way possible. It was presumptuous of him to take on this burden himself. The classes at the school covering sexual education were more than adequate, though they did not cover morph biology and physiology, so perhaps he was providing something that the morph students needed. That, and he had grown fond of his students. Nicodemus weighed these thoughts as he went into his apartment, gathering some papers that needed to be graded and a few other things, tucking them all into a satchel.

The common room door was open when he got there, and sounds of talking students drifting out. He peeked in and saw them actually doing their homework, laptops, papers and book bags splayed out on the floor. He'd been a bit fearful that they would have started getting frisky again, but here they showed that school was important to them, hormones notwithstanding. "Hello, everyone, good to see you working. I'll just be on the couch, as I have a bit of test grading to do myself."

"The pop quiz?" asked Monty.

"Yes. You'll receive those results on Monday, though I think you all did well." The two rats smiled at each other as they went back to their work.

Every so often, Nicodemus looked up and spent a moment or two observing his class. They seemed to work very well together, a fact that encouraged him since most of them only had this singular class in common. They were also working very closely with one another, something that struck the teacher as a bit odd considering the room was big enough to have three or four times their number comfortably. He eventually dismissed it as a comfort with one another, and an ease to help each other, and considered integrating a few more group activities into his teaching. For his part, the test grading was soon over, and as he expected they did very well. It gave him a good feeling to see that they were so readily sharing and absorbing knowledge. After all, these could be the future leaders of this world, for morphs and humans alike.

As for him, when he started to do a lesson plan, Nicodemus slowed a bit. A lesson plan seemed perhaps ambitious, since this would be for the week following this coming, and if truth be told, he still had some reservations about his continued employment. After all, he did just screw his entire class.

"You okay, Mr. Nicodemus?"

Li-Mei's voice startled him. "Oh. Oh, yes, I'm fine, Li-Mei. I was just thinking."

She smiled, which lit up her face. "Okay... well, we're almost done with our homework."

"You are?" Looking up at the clock on the wall, he saw that three hours had passed. "Already?"

"I'm done," said Tess, sitting back with her legs folded under her, followed by Monty, Rebecca and Evan saying the same. "Is there gonna be more class with you? 'Cuz I think I'm gonna need some more class." The dobiegirl squirmed, hands pushing in between her legs.

"I think you've had more than enough class, Tess," Nicodemus said flatly.

"Yeah, but what about the rest of us?" piped up Ruby. "Us girls, I mean."

"What are you talking about?"

Once again, Leanne cut to the heart of the matter. "Ruby's curious about what you did with the boys last night." Dustin muttered something about it being difficult to sit down.

Nicodemus blinked. "Anal sex?"

"Yeah," said Dalila, grinning. "You did it with the boys, and now we want to see what your little rat feels like back there."

"Telling you right now, his 'little rat' ain't so little," Monty commented. Dalila waved him off.

"Now wait just a--" Then something occurred to Nicodemus, completely redirecting his thinking.

His next words were slow, and tentative. "Did... did they tell you that it might hurt?"

"A little," said Li-Mei, "but we trust you, Mr. Nicodemus."

"You're a great teacher," Rebecca nodded.

Nicodemus was glad that he was already sitting, abruptly not sure if he could trust his legs. They are all mine, he thought again, looking out at the eager, credulous faces. Just as quickly, he was filled with an overwhelming desire to protect and provide for them. He may not be their teacher for long, but it wouldn't be the worst thing to give them a more complete sexual education. "Wait here," he told them, leaving the room in short order and running down to his apartment. He came back a few minutes later, holding a few tubes of lubricant. "I have to apologize to you, Evan, Monty, Dustin. In my... zeal, I think the only lubricant you received was saliva, I think. There are worse out there, but not by much. Lubricant is a vital fluid for pleasurable sex, doubly so with regards to anal." Turning from the boys to the girls, he said, "Same rules as before. You all remember them?" Without waiting for an answer, he went on. "Who's first?"

Hands shot up like mushrooms after a heavy rain; some rapidly, some with more hesitance. Nicodemus selected Leanne, whose ears and head turned every which way before the big horse finally indicated herself. "Again?" she asked, standing.

"Perhaps later will be time for more private endeavors," he told her, patting a place beside him. She sat, and he directed her to lay down as she discarded her shirt. She had worn shorts in the warmer weather, and as the rat peeled them down, he saw she had foregone underclothes entirely. "Anticipation?"

"Yes," came the quiet answer, drawn into a hiss as he drew his nails over her stomach and hips, then inward. Gradually, he manipulated her to laying on her back, spreading her legs while moving in between them. Her breathing was even, eyes coming closed, but then something tickled at his nose as he came to rest his muzzle by her neck.

"I think you like this more than you let on," he told her quietly, tilting his muzzle right up to a suddenly twitching ear. He hid a grin against the horse's neck, feeling her breathing tick upward. Leanne's scent only grew stronger around them as his hand drifted downward, slipping into her. By this point, he had almost wedged his way between the big morph and the back of the couch, squeezing a second digit between her legs, stirring her higher. Those green eyes of hers drifted half-shut, closing tightly. "Relax," he whispered to her as he sat up once again, the two fingers burying deeper within.

In a well-practiced motion, he uncapped the lubricant, curling his fingers and drawing a grunt and writhe from Leanne. Pulling back, he squirted some onto those fingers, coating both with the other hand as the rat scooted backwards. One of those slick digits rubbed along the horse's ring, just barely distinguishable from her fur, soon prodding inward. Nicodemus was then lowering his head, his mobile tongue slipping within the glossy lips. Leanne abruptly released a breathy gasp, a hand flying to the couch back and gripping at the upholstery about as tight as her rump took hold of the solitary finger. It wasn't too long before both pressures became less, the finger delving deeper.

A second soon joined the first, Leanne adjusting to the additional intrusion quicker than the first. Though when Nicodemus went to move his head from her lower lips, the rat found himself trapped in her strong legs. So he simply wedged a third within her, which made the big horse squirm enough to loosen the grip of her legs. A nip to her stomach drew another gasp, her chest heaving a bit. As he said, it was simply them, though at least Nicodemus was aware of the rest of the class observing and enjoying.

They didn't see Leanne's body cling to the rat's digits as he finally pulled them back. They just saw him lift the meaty legs over his shoulders, saw her jump as he prodded to her backside, and caught a glimpse of the couch's stress as it was grabbed once more. Leanne's mouth opened in a drawn out groan, and at the least the boys could sympathize with her predicament; that first slow push of a thick rat cock.

"Relax," came the whispered advice. The horse blinked, saw Nicodemus, and struggled to acclimate herself to the intrusion. She felt the soft stroke on her belly, which did a surprising amount to help her ease. It wasn't so bad. The second part came easier, and everything was already slick. Then: "There. All the way. Doin' okay, Leanne?" The big horse found herself nodding, and then the movement started. One hand tore itself away from the couch and clutched instead to the teacher's shoulder, letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. A moment later, the rat's tail curled around a meaty thigh as he hilted once again. "Easy, girl," she heard him say as he picked up speed.

Signals seemed to confuse in the horse's mind, and she only clung harder to her lover. Nicodemus was relentless, however, his pounding getting harder. It got worse as she felt a finger slide within her sex, an extra burst of pleasure manifesting itself. She gasped again, her head thrown back as she struggled to make sense of things. Fading pain battled a surging delight until her mind could deny it no longer. Once she made up her mind, her body did the same, as everything got bigger and better and pleasure coursed through her, no discomfort to stand against the rising tide. She felt both hands behind her knees now. She was wet all on her own. Rolling her head forward again, Leanne saw Nicodemus with his eyes half-closed, hissing through his teeth. "Yes?" he muttered, looking straight at her.

"Yes!" she gasped, her body thrown over the edge between one moment and the next. She wasn't able to tell when it happened, just that she was suddenly subject to endorphins ravaging her body. The larger horse sought the rat as a lifesaver, hands grasping at his shoulders. Dimly, she was aware of Nicodemus's climax, a warmth suffusing through her, then the rat laying on top of her, breathing slightly harder than usual.

"Mine." The word was fleeting, and Leanne wasn't sure that she'd heard it. It hardly mattered, though, because she agreed.

"Yours," she returned. "All yours."

Nicodemus drew back, hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts. Leanne's body seemed sensitive, especially as he tweaked her nipples, but she didn't protest. If anything, she pushed into it, filling his hands as she let out a shaky breath. She would go again, if he wanted to. If he wanted to. The word had come out in a moment of post-orgasmic bliss, deep from his subconscious, and the surprise must have shown on his face as she roused herself to her elbows. She simply inclined her head to the side. When he looked, the rest of the class was looking back at him, having watched him lay his claim once more, some squirming in their own arousal.

Without a word, he gestured to Ruby next. Leanne shifted to the other side of the couch. Ruby, however, stood and tossed off her shirt in one motion, letting that drop to the ground. She had also neglected to wear a bra today. Then she turned, pulling down a knee-length skirt, revealing another lack of undergarments. Nicodemus's nose twitched, her scent wafting toward him as she turned and sashayed her way to him, sitting in his lap quite suddenly. More over, Ruby didn't seem to mind one bit the mess she deposited herself into, even going so far as to press into it.

The teacher placed a hand on her thigh. "You're teasing me," he remarked. The girl didn't comment, but grinned, rolling her hips and rounded rump against him. "You think this wise?" he continued, though softer than before and with hints of a growl. One hand dragged nails over the skin of her thigh.

Ruby shook her head, though she knew he felt the tremble that ran through her. "None of this is," she said, her voice low and husky, draping her body over his like a chocolate coating. "I don't care anymore, I want--" Whatever she was going to say was cut off by a sudden intake of breath. She looked down, feeling the weight of her teacher's arm crossing her thigh, hand buried deep between her legs... and a slickness against her back door. The finger (for that was what it had to be) started to push, and she tried to move herself away from it. She found, however, that she had trapped herself against the morph's body, especially now that his arm held her in place. She tried again. "I-I want--"

"What do you want, Ms. Miller?" Nicodemus's voice took on the sound of tires on gravel pavement, the words roughing up her ears, crunching the individual syllables and spitting out the pieces. His digits had already intruded upon her backside, choking off the sputtering words in favor of small gasps. Deeper went the singular finger, bucking through her tightened ring as she adapted herself to the foreign sensation. "Well?" he pressed.

After several attempts, Ruby managed to be coherent. "I, I want th-this. I want th-AT!" A second had wriggled its way within her as she spoke, leaving her mute but for gasps, gripping onto his arm and leg. Despite herself, she shifted against the heavy rat cock, feeling it drool virility down her lower back. "That," she repeated, legs folding to the side and sitting firmly on the morph's lap. A third finger was marked by her grip increasing on their respective holds.

"You've done this before?" It was a question, but a barely; a lift at the end had prevented it from being certain statement as the three fingers stretched her wider.

"A reporter protects her sources," Ruby gasped in reply. "Besides, they wouldn't... be able to talk anyway..."

"Because they have no mouth to speak from." The words were accompanied by the rat's digits dragging from her tail end, holding her open even as they left her. She didn't answer, and didn't need to, the rat simply angling her forward enough that his slick tip met her opening, then sitting her back on it. Words became hard to form after that.

She let out a breath that she didn't know she'd been holding through her nose, taking another as she sat back further. In short order, her hips were bouncing on him as she leaned forward, peeling herself away as her hair hung over her face, spilling over her shoulders. A tremble took hold of her then, and Ruby clenched involuntarily down on the thick member spearing her. Just then, she felt something thick rub against her cheek, startling her. Opening her eyes, she looked to the side, straight into Nicodemus's face. Very subtly, he inclined his head to her. It took the student a few seconds, understandably, to realize that he was checking on her. Something broke within her then, filling her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the shaft digging into her. She mouthed a "Yes," to him, got a small smile in return, and smeared herself against him as his hands gripped her hips and picked up the pace.

Nicodemus held her neck in his teeth, then, making her body undulate in his grasp initially before she settled in a less lively pattern, mostly concentrating on sitting back on him. Her breath was rife with little moans and whimpers, but it could not drown out the roar of her aroused scent to the rat's attuned perception. He let her linger for a moment, then a moment more as she held him fully within, rump clenching once by mistake and once on purpose when her hips rolled in a circle. The rat took hold of her hips then, letting small thrusts graduate into longer, fuller motions, bodies soon slapping together with lust finding a way to vent itself.

Both of her arms found their way around his neck, holding on for dear life as he pulled out all the stops. Ruby's eyes were half-open, unseeing, her face slack but for the occasional spasm of pleasure tearing through her. Most of what spilled from her mouth were moans and half-syllables, the experience fuller than the improvised toys she'd all but admitted to using. With yet another gasp, she realized that something had been building inside her, something similar but different to the familiar feeling the rat had cultivated within her last night, so many times. She seized on it, driving her hips downward harder against him, meeting her stroke for stroke until it spilled all over her, consuming her in the wave. Ruby was barely aware of any sound she made, just conscious of the grip on his head while he took her through it, spilling himself within her dusky form.

Nicodemus spent a moment or two simply resting with Ruby, their hearts racing together until they both managed to stem their fevered pace. Nuzzling his cheek against hers, he whispered his claim to Ruby, felt rather than heard her response, and disengaged their entwined forms to lay her in Leanne's waiting arms. After all, there was more to do. He allowed himself a moment to linger, with Leanne drawing two fingers down Ruby's lips, the small, pink tongue slipping from mocha lips to gather up the sweet, grassy fluids cultivated from the equimorph's lower petals.

A sound drew Nicodemus's attention. The other students were getting antsy, he observed, already playing and licking and pawing at each other. In a way, it was beautiful. "Let's do something different," he said. Moving forward, he sat down among them, feeling them embrace him, drawn into a kiss with one while hands descended on his body, his own sliding across flesh and fur alike.

A presence settled in his lap, and he saw it was Tess, who grinned up at him. She spread her legs, folding him within their grip, breasts pressing to his chest. "I'm next," she told him, lowering her muzzle slightly.

Nicodemus didn't black out as he had earlier, but things became a bit of a blur. He was conscious of taking Tess, who seemed less responsive than Leanne or Ruby. Rebecca was even less, biting her lower lip in pain until he stopped, and pleasured her with his fingers. It was evident she didn't like it, but she whispered that she was glad that she had tried it. On the other end, Clementine shivered and trembled as the rat explored her backside, her core dripping as delight exploded through her. Dalila was worse off, especially when -- at Nicodemus's behest -- she lay in between the two ratmorphs, nails digging into Monty's shoulders as she was taken fore and aft. The others fell in between as he claimed them all, willing and eager for him. At once, they both ran together, yet remained distinct and unique in his mind: Dustin's head thrown back as he was taken, gripping to the carpet with Li-Mei's essence plastered on his muzzle; Li-Mei biting a finger, whimpering, yet rocking back hard into the rat's thrusts; a glazed expression on Evan's face, his own seed spattering his slight chest, a rat tail curled around a thigh; Monty riding him, eyes screwed shut while slamming down on the shaft invading his body. Nicodemus didn't remember when he fell asleep.

He woke up in his own bed as morning light crossed his gaze, sheets rumpled, half covering him, Tess, and Li-Mei. The two of them were still sleeping peacefully, Li-Mei curled against him while Tess sprawled on her back, a faint pleased expression on her face. Nicodemus harbored no illusions about the activities that had taken place; their scent was still in the air, bringing snatches of memory rescued from the pheromone-drunk haze he had fallen into.

Despite all that, Nicodemus felt rested and, for the first time in a long time, quite spent. That, and hungry, so he slid from between the two, putting on a spare pair of pajama pants while going to the kitchen. The smell of eggs and toast eventually roused the girls, who came from the room yawning and stretching. After feeding them, he sent them off to their rooms for shower and changing, despite their (mainly Tess's) insistence on the conservation of water. For his part, he had a considerably smaller breakfast and then stretched, warming up to exercise.

In the quiet of the morning, the ramifications of his actions slowly began to settle on the rat's shoulders, and it was not a light burden. Things that had seemed so clear and right looked selfish, an imposition of will. The cloud grew as he cleaned and groomed himself, walking to the main campus and into the headmistress's office for their scheduled meeting.

Nicodemus couldn't help but cringe some when he saw the title of the book on Catherine's desk. "Is... something wrong?" she asked, frowning.

"Um, no, just... I didn't know you read Dostoevsky. How is the book?"

"Oh, this?" she replied, gesturing to Crime and Punishment. "I'm into everything. This one's alright. Kinda slow, but fairly intriguing. Anyway, are you here to see Dr. Mullins?"

"I have an appointment, actually..."

"Ah yes, I remember now. She should be free, so just go right in." He started to go in before Catherine called him. "Oh, hey, we're still on for lunch, right?"

"Sure."

"Okay, good. I just hope you're still looking forward to it." Nicodemus took a breath and walked into the office.

Dr. Mullins was on the phone as he entered, closing the door behind him. She looked up and gestured him to a seat as she continued to speak. "No, really, with all due respect, Mortimer, I don't know why you're choosing to make this my business. I'm not concerned with what head-persons in the past have done, I just don't consider this something I need to pay such close attention to, especially when you hired Karen to do that. Mortimer, I-- no, yes, I understand, but Mortimer, this really needs to stop. Look, I need to get off the phone anyway, I have an appointment. Yes, this is an important appointment, no, I cannot and will not cancel it. Thank you, Mortimer. Good --" She jerked her head away from the phone and looked at it, and Nicodemus heard the click. "Bastard. Hold on a moment, Nicky," she told him, opening the intercom. "Catherine, do me a favor, please, and direct all calls from Mortimer to Karen with my apologies."

"Is he still on about the flower arrangements?"

"Yes, despite the fact that they've barely changed for seventy years. Also, hold my calls, please."

"Yes, ma'am."

Dr. Mullins took off her glasses and sighed. "I've half a mind to do away with those silly flowers altogether. Thankfully, you're not here to talk about the flowers, you're here to talk about the morph class you h--" She looked up at him then, frowning as she saw the ears wilted against his head, gaze averted downward. "Nicky, are you alright? You look like somebody just kicked your puppy."

The rat hunched his shoulders up even more, hands in his lap. "The class went well. I think too well." Dr. Mullins didn't say anything, but it still took him a moment to begin. The words were low, but clear, and Nicodemus kept his eyes on the ground as he relayed everything that had happened. "If you have need of my resignation, then you will have it before the day is out," he finished, and lapsed into silence.

The rat found interesting bits of carpet to study as the quiet stretched out into minutes, waiting for the hammer to fall. Angry words, words of disgust, or rage... he had never heard her raise her voice, and he suspected that he might do so now. But instead, when she spoke it was calm. "All ten students?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

A few moments more of quiet, then: "This could be problematic."

"Yes, ma'am..."

"Not too long ago, this would have been grounds for dismissal," Dr. Mullins went on. "An open-and-shut case. And all ten students... it's something to consider. You said they had permission slips, though?"

"Yes, ma'am, but Miss Miller wrote them. I forgot to give them one as I said earlier."

The headmistress leaned forward. "Yes... about that. Nicodemus, I have something to tell you."

The fact that she used his entire name made the ratmorph look up from the floor to find her studying him, leaning her elbows on the desk. "What is it?"

"I helped Miss Miller write those permission slips."

"You... what?"

Her mouth quirked, a movement that was quick but soon disciplined as she folded her hands in front of her mouth. "I thought about what you thought that morph class was going to entail, and I wasn't entirely kidding when I spoke of having Tess made pregnant. I'm well aware of morph proclivities, and her being with you was probably the best thing for her, wasn't it?"

Nicodemus spoke slowly, still not sure he could trust what was coming out of the headmistress's mouth. "Yes, that was probably the best thing. At a certain age, morph sex drives can become very dominant factors in their behavior, and without the proper knowledge it's harder to make good decisions. Hormones can be overwhelming."

"Similar to humans, then."

"To a greater extent, but yes," he agreed, ears still pulled back.

This time, the smile stayed on Dr. Mullins's features as she rose and walked around her desk. "Oh, Nicky. C'mon, work with me, here. I'm thinking of ways we can spin this."

"You want to spin this?"

She looked at him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and sat beside him. "Of course! I don't want to fire you, and I don't want you to resign. That's why I helped Miss Miller with those permission slips. Though now that I think about this," she said as she leaned backward, "we may not need to spin this at all. You pay attention to the news, and you know that the population is in steep decline. If anything, those girls getting pregnant might be seen as a positive story, if it makes the news at all."

"What about the board?" Nicodemus insisted.

"What about the board?" she returned. "The board is obsessed with flower arrangements and their own self-inflated sense of prestige and tradition. The board constantly sends me stupid requests about little things they wouldn't have bothered with if I thought more like them. The board is not ready for the way things are changing in this world. They want to cling to the past, and are going to be dragged kicking and screaming into the present. I don't want to talk about the board." Then, Dr. Mullins placed a hand on his thigh. "I think we need to talk about you, Nicky."

The ratmorph glanced down at the hand, then back up at the headmistress. "What about me?" he asked, frowning.

She smiled. "You illustrated in your story that the reason things may have gotten out of hand is that you haven't been taking good care of yourself, Nicky." Her hand rubbed over his thigh, then gave it a squeeze. "You need to practice what you preach."

A scent tickled his nose. He knew what it was, and had a good idea why it was. Nicodemus had to be sure, however. "What are you saying, Dr. Mullins? Just so that I'm clear."

The smile turned indulgent. "What I'm saying, Nicodemus, is that in order to keep your job, there have to be some changes around here. This weekend has made me concerned with your ability to continue to teach, and as I said at the beginning of our association, I am making your success as a teacher my business. Understand?"

It could not have gotten any clearer for him what her intentions were, and there were few reasons to refuse her. None, really, for she was perfectly attractive. Still, though... "There's just one thing, Dr. Mullins--"

"Jessie. Please."

"Jessie, then."

"And what is it?"

"...I promised to take Catherine to lunch."

Jessie rolled her eyes. "She can have you later. I'll even call her into the office if you want. But for right now, I think you should demonstrate what you're teaching these students. After all, I need to make sure that you're doing a proper job of it, right?"

Nicodemus grinned, his tail slowly twining around her thigh. "Yes, Ma'am."