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Miss Nightfang's School for Wayward Youths Student File: Mitchel Lutra

Chapter 1 - Orientation.

Mitchel is a normal, healthy fourteen year old boy. He has all the expected interests, sports, cars, and of course girls. He's a bit rambunctious, and can be a bit of a bully, but he is a good enough kid. He is the youngest of four kids, with three older sisters, one a year older then he is and then a pair of fraternal twins at the age of sixteen. His mom is single, having divorced her deadbeat husband.

Shortly after the divorce his mother re-entered the dating scene, however after the bad experience with Mitch's father she has decided to abandon men altogether since she has more than enough kids anyway. Mitch finds this more than a little awkward, as he is at that age where gay is somewhat a bad word, and while he has no problem thinking of girl making out, it creeps him out when one of those women is his mother. Parents aren't allowed to have sex, they're too old.

Still, this means that on average, there are four to five women in the house at any time, and being a hormonal boy, this has led to several awkward situations of being caught trying to peek at a naked body, or investigate the strange garments that girls wear. His mother is at her wits end with the boy, seeing him as nothing more than a troubled brat that will turn out just like his father, and his sisters are convinced that he is just an irritating pervert. It is one of his mother's girlfriends who suggests a good boarding school for the boy. Without hesitation she calls the headmistress 'Ms. Nightfang' to arrange Mitch to stay there for the summer to help straighten him out. Though its earnest request, that will come back to haunt Mitch "I want you to teach him to respect women and their privacy. Mellow him out, and just make him less of a... less of a boy!" Which the woman at the other end of the phone call has not trouble agreeing to.

When everything is settled and payments fulfilled, Mitch is taken to his 'summer home'. A large boarding school that used to be a cathedral before being heavily renovated to function as school and home for those youths that have lost their way. The sign out front talks about Ms Nightfang and how she has very high standing in the city as a beacon in the darkness for these troubled youths, having an amazing success rate and helping them become better people, or at least the people society wants them to be. Her success has even started to garner students from abroad.

Arriving in the late afternoon by cab, no time is wasted dropping Mitch off, as his mother just paid him to drop him off. Having his mothers words ring in his round ears from when she shooed him out of the house "It will be alright. I'll see you again in three months" as she tried to hide her joy at being free of the boy for at least a few months. Thus leaves Mitch standing there with a backpack and a suitcase, scowling up to the school. He clearly doesn't want to waste his summer at a church with some nun giving him private tutoring. Though that illusion is shattered immediately on seeing the woman that comes out to meet him. A tall, dark, voluptuous and seductive bat woman, with dark tan fur and purple eyes. Wearing a tight black dress that shimmers in the light making it look like she is cloaked in night itself. But what really destroys the nun expectation is the intricately pierced ears and what looks like tribal tattoos running down her arms. Mitch looks up to the woman curiously and then asks in a teenage voice that is a cracked mix of boyish high pitch and deep male tones, "Are you Miss Nightfang?" He asks sounding almost nervous.

The woman, who looks like she belongs more in someone's wet dream then running a school for delinquent kids, looks the boy over as he stands there before her. Noting that he is a handsome enough boy, and if development is allowed to continue along the path it has so far, he will be a drop dead hunk as an adult. Currently though he is lean and has just enough muscle for a boy his age with not a shred of excess body fat. Dressed in a loose fitting black t-shirt with a video game logo on the chest, and a pair of jean shorts that come down to just above his knees.

After taking stock of the boy she leans down to look him in the eyes, but to also allow him to better see what any boy Mitch's age would want to see: Her large and full breasts that now hang down easily with in eyesight for him, gently rocking and swaying with every little movement and breath she takes. "Indeed, I am. And you must be Mitchel Lutra." She coos in a sultry melodic voice, honey tones that just ooze into the brain. "I am sure that many expectations you have will quickly be shattered." She says with a grin and a soft giggle that sounds like the ringing of bells due to the musical tone in her voice.

The boy is completely speechless, as he finds himself more focused on her breasts then the woman herself. He swallows softly at the sound of her voice, and finally pulls his head away from the momentarily to look up at her face and nods in agreement as already this nothing near what he was expecting.

"Come in, let's get you off the street." She coos and leads him into church, the large doors slamming shut behind him and unknown to him at the moment: sealing his fate.

Mitch follows behind her almost absentmindedly, though jumps as the large cathedral doors slam behind him, making him look back to see who closed them but oddly finds no one. He shakes his head dismissing it as he looks up to her once more. "Um... I... I don't really want to be here... I had other things I wanted to do with my summer..."

"So you are saying you DON'T want to spend summer with sexy woman?" She asks with another musical giggle. "What do you want to go play with all your little /boy/ friends?" She asks as she leads him down the hall of Cathedral and main wing of the school, walking several steps in front of him specifically for the task of praying on a young boy's sexual desires, her hips swaying in an almost hypnotic motion, as her short thin tail flicks behind her through a hole in the dress to help keep his attention on parts she wants him focus on. "Dumping a woman for guys, Wouldn't that be gay?" She says, using that word that 'bad' word.

Mitchel blushes deeply as he is teased like that, muttering, "Sports aren't gay..." As his eyes lock on to the woman's ass as she walks with that sultry sway causing him to follow along without really thinking clearly about things. "I'm not gay... I don't like guys like that... I like women." his voice overly defensive. If she were to glance back at him, she's see more proof to his words as he is already starting to show a healthy bulge for a kid his age as he watches her movements. "I just want to play some sports with my friends is all..."

"What sports? Football? Men running into each other slamming them into the ground under them and they see who can keep hold of a ball the longest? Or Maybe wrestling. Half naked men grappling with each other before driving the other repeatedly into the mat till he's too tired to move. OH! I know its Baseball, isn't it! Men swinging around long phallic objects in front of other guys and chasing after balls and always concerned with who's pitching and who's catching." She coos teasingly, knowing very both the effect of her actions and who seriously boys take sports.

She hmms softly, acting as if she just realizes "Ever notice just how many sports have guys fighting to get the other guys balls?" She giggles. "And then afterwards, they all go into the same room and stripe down naked in front of each other and congratulate themselves." She asks as they arrive at a room at the end of one of the hallways. Had Mitch been paying attention he'd notice she had lead him into the girl's dormitories.

Mitch only frowns as she insult some of the sports he likes, but doesn't say a word back to her about it. He looks up as he is lead into a decent sized room. It has all that one would expect from a bedroom: Bed, Dresser, Nightstand, Bookcase, and a Wardrobe due to lack of closet. To the boy's dismay there is no TV or video games, No decorations of any kind so far. But there are plenty of books in the bookcase. Most of them schlocky romance novels that girls his age tend to read, but there are some classics like Great Expectations. He sighs and frowns a bit, already missing his friends and his video games back home. He sets his backpack down on the bed, the puts his suitcase down beside the dresser.

Ms. Nightfang looks to him as he sets his stuff down. "This shall be your room for the summer. I hope it is to your liking." She says innocently enough as she closes the door behind her, knowing before they even entered that he wouldn't like it.

Mitchel shrugs a little as he looks to her and plops on the bed. "I guess it's okay." He mutters.

The bat's voice changes rather sharply from the sweet musical quality to harsher and more direct tone. "You WILL give a straight answer when asked a question!" For a brief second she looks more demonic then seductive in her anger. She walks over to Mitch. "It's a simple yes or no question. Do. You. Like. The. Room?" She asks pointedly. For the first time Mitch really see her eyes as she is facing him and not playing on his libido. They are purple, but not purple like a normal person's. They are a royal purple that gradually fades to black near the center, like pools too deep to see the bottom. They are both alluring and a bit scary at the same time.

Mitchel jumps at that sudden sharp retort, looking to her, "I... yes... yes, it's fine..." He says swallowing quickly.

She quickly relaxes and smiles to him, looking more like the seductive goddess she did before. "You WERE allowed to say no." She says with a soft giggle as her musical quality returns. "But since there are fine, then I'll make no changes." She says as she reaches down to stroke a hand over the boy's cheek. "Now, unpack. I wish to see what all you brought. I want to make sure you didn't sneak anything in that could be detrimental to your lessons."

Mitchel frowns a little, but the frown falters as she caresses his cheek. Nodding he moves to his suitcase first. Inside he has two weeks' worth of clothing, t-shirts, shorts and pants, and boxer shorts. He doesn't wear shoes or socks. He also has a small bag of toiletries, with a toothbrush, toothpaste, a fur brush, and a bottle of shampoo. He then opens his backpack, inside which he has a journal and pen, an MP3 player, a baseball cap with the Local soccer league logo on it, and a couple sports magazines.

Ms. Nightfang watches as Mitch unpacks. "Let's see. You won't need the Shampoo, toothpaste or even fur brush as I've got a fully stocked bathroom." She says allowing him to keep his own toothbrush for hygiene. Of course, the bathroom Mitch will be using is the one for the girl's dorm and is fully stocked with feminine products. "I will need to see the Journal, the music player, and the Magazines for a closer inspection, as one can never know what might be inside of them."

Mitchel says, "The journal is just my diary." his voice a bit sour, clearly okay with letting her look over the other things, but that he wants to keep private.

She rolls her eyes at that. "I promise I won't read it, I just want to glace through it to make sure nothing is hidden between the pages." She coos with a soft seductive and innocent tone, soft and relaxing, that says she can be trusted. She's a teacher after all. What would she have to gain from reading about silly little sports adventures and such? She starts with the magazines while whistling a strange tune, it working slowly to erode Mitch's distrust of her.

Mitchel frowns, sighs, and sits down on the bed as she rifles through his stuff. There isn't anything hidden in anything else, and it is all pretty much what one would expect a boy to have. The magazines are sports stories and advice columns on how to be fit and trim and better at the games. The MP3 player is filled with benign hip-hop music and a few that are questionable rap songs about pimps and bitches. There isn't anything hidden in the journal save the aforementioned pen, and his penmanship is sloppy enough that reading it would be hard for anyone.

Unknown to Mitch is the Ms. Nightfang has a photographic memory. She keeps her promise of not reading anything as she glances through each page of the journal, only staying on a page long enough for her to get a 'mental snapshot' for going over later if needed. If there is anything she can find to use to her advantage she'll find it while the boy thinks he is safe. She however takes the MP3 player and the sports magazines. "These will come with me. I don't want your mind thinking about sports while you are here, and I don't like your tastes in music either." She replies a bit bluntly.

Mitchel frowns at having the only sources of entertainment he managed to bring with him taken away, but he doesn't voice a complaint. Instead he asks, "So what am I supposed to be thinking about, huh?"

Much to Mitch's surprise Ms. Nightfang smiles brightly and replies "Girls, of course! Surely you can do that." She giggles musically before continuing and getting a bit more serious. "Your mother sent you to me to help you around them. You're in that awkward stage all boys are at your age. Though without having a father, and your mother trying to hold your family down while also dealing with affairs of the heart she simply doesn't have the time to help you cope herself."

Mitchel blinks, not having expected an answer like that. His ears flick and he says, "So... could I get a girly magazine to replace the sports magazines?" grinning a bit as he asks that, clearly meaning a pornographic magazine.

Mitchel will soon learn to watch how he phrases things. Ms. Nightfang tends to take things quite literally. "Of course you can. I'll allow you to have all the girly magazines you want." She replies "You wait here, and I'll bring you back a few things." She says and leaves the room taking the sports magazines and MP3 player with her. She is just a sultry and provocative as she exits the room. Continuing to encourage his thoughts about her and women. After about ten minutes she returns to the waiting otter and sets down a pile of magazines. Of course none of them are porn, all of them being Magazines for girls. Though she did include a clothing catalog or two in the stack.

Mitchel blinks at the magazines, frowning and looking up at her as she returns, "That's not what I meant."

"You said "Girly Magazines." and that is what I brought. With sports magazines, you get magazines about sports. Girly Magazines are of course; Magazines about girls." She states plainly.

Mitchel's frown stays in place and he crosses his arms, "I'm not going to read these stupid magazines... they are all just gossip and makeup advice... my dumb sisters read them all the time."

"Well then, you've got a tough choice ahead of you. You can read these Magazines, Read the Books on the Shelf, or sit on your bed and mope in this room when you are not attending to choirs and lessons here. With former two choices, you can actually be doing something. Even learning about girls." She replies as she looks down to him, crossing her arms under her bosom.

"This is stupid." Mitchel mutters.

"No, this is you learning not to objectify women." She coos. "If you can show me you can honestly respect a woman's mind as well as her body, then maybe. Just maybe. I might bring you something that you can tug that little stick of yours too." She giggles softly.

Mitchel's frown stays firmly in place, but he doesn't say anything further as Ms. Nightfang takes a seat on his bed. Once again her breasts are within eye level for the otter.

"Most boys would enjoy this. You get to spend all summer with a very sexy woman, who is in fact VERY open sexually." She says as she stretches a bit, making her breasts stand out all the more while she is in mid-arch, before they give a soft bounce and jiggle as she returns to her neutral sitting position.

"I even go so far to teach Sex Ed to those that come here. Not the big classes with a stuffy teacher that think no sex or masturbation is the only way; Smaller, more private classes teaching about how the bodies work and how perform correctly." She says in a deep seductive tone. "BUT I only do that with those that can show absolute trust and respect for me. Not those that just want to quickly bust a nut over their sexy teacher. I'll only teach those that really want to learn, and not just get off."

Mitch watches her, his round ears perked listening to her every word as she has his rapt attention at that part. He completely forgets about the magazines as he focuses on the bat in front of him. He blushes a bit at the word choices she uses. "I don't know what my mom told you, but I'm not a bad guy... I'm not one of those people who think women only belong in the kitchen or something." clearly trying to show that he does show some respect.

"Oh, it's more than that, pup." She says as she beckons him closer. "You've been sneaking around trying to look at your mother and sisters naked. Something, anything, to give you the idea of what a woman's body really looks like so you can supplement your little deviant fantasies as you lay in your room jerking off." She replies simply as she holds the boy against her ample chest.

She grins slyly to him "I bet you even make off with their dirty panties so you can have a scent to relate to, don't you?" She asks, her voice still calm and relaxing, soft and understanding as if she knows exactly what boys go through.

Mitchel's ears lay back and he goes tight lipped at that, the look on his face and his silence showing his guilt there. She smiles again to him, not intending to guilt him. "It's alright, you can talk about it. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is being flooded with hormones and your trying to cope with them. I don't think there is any boy that wouldn't do the same in your position. Some girls too if it were reversed. Those desires aren't wrong, but if left unchecked can lead to desires that are. You certainly don't want to be a pervert do you?"

Mitchel shrugs some as he looks up to her. "It's all there fault... they tease me constantly... they dress up in skimpy things, give me teasing views, then get mad when I look at them... what am I supposed to do?"

Ms. Nightfang awws softly and pulls the boy into her lap. "If you mean your sisters, then it is because they are girls. It is what they do. They live by a double standard of wanting to be sexpots but not wanting to treated as such. They will eventually grow out of it as they mature." She says as she gently strokes a hand over the boy's side.

Mitchel hasn't been pulled into a woman's lap since he was six, so at first he goes stock still and blushes, very conscious of her soft curves behind and beneath him. As well as the swelling in his pants that is making the crotch a bit uncomfortably tight. He swallows nervously, then asks, "Is that what you are trying to do now?"

"Is what, what I am trying to do?" She asks as she looks to him as she lets her hand stroke down the boy's back and over that muscular tail. Letting him feel how soft she is, letting the boy enjoy the closeness and comfort of a real woman. She is both very gentle and very sexual at the same time as she works to comfort the boy, letting her soft breasts press into him as she hold him close.

Ms Nightfang's actions cause Mitchel to blush very deeply, "Are you trying to tease me?" He asks nervously as he sets his jaw defiantly, trying to ignore the throbbing in his pants as he shivers from the caress down his tail.

"No. I am trying to relax and comfort you. You think you are going to get in trouble for enjoying the beauty and warmth of a woman. I am helping you to see that that isn't the case. With family, yes some believe it is wrong. But here, you're alone. You don't have to worry about being caught by your sisters or your mother." She replies very simply as she states mostly fact. Lying only about teasing the boy. She takes in how his body reacts recording every second to memory; but she doesn't do it for cruelty or to be a tease. There is method to her madness.

Mitchel shifts nervously in the older woman's lap, his pants feeling less comfortable by the moment. He looks away and his ears splay to the sides again. He is clearly not feeling relaxed, expecting a trap. Most guys would relish this, but all his time around women hostile to men has left him... gun-shy.

Ms. Nightfang watches at how nervous he is around women, knowing others would be trying to feel her up and act like they weren't. She switches tactics a bit. "Or maybe, girls just don't 'do' it for you?" She asks sounding completely earnest, as she ignores the raging hard-on on his pants. "Maybe I need to bring another boy in for you?" She understood that Mitch was shy and expecting retaliation from her, but knowing one of his triggers, she is curious to see if pulling it will break you of that. She needs to see how far you will or won't go and be sure of it before she knows how to go about things.

"I'm not gay! I already told you that!" Mitchel snaps defensively

"Just because one says something that doesn't make it true. If I told you I am really a guy, would you believe that?" She asks, her voice still soft and silky smooth, musical like she's singing her every word. "Any normal boy would be eager for me to undress them, to give them any sort of pleasure. But you, you pull away mentally from me. I offer comfort and you seem to want nothing to do with me, you'd rather be out with the boys playing your games then be with a woman. What am I to think?" She sings, explaining her logic to the boy.

Mitchel's voice catches as he says sharply, "Undress him?!" He shudders and looks to her wide eyed, his face showing a mix of fear and anticipation. The fact he hasn't jumped off her lap should at least say something to the bat. It doesn't take a psychic to feel the sexual tension around him, but he is still expecting a trap. He swallows and says, "A... are you sure you aren't trying to trick me so that I get punished? My sisters said that..." he swallows and looks away.

Ms. Nightfang furrows her brow a bit at that "What did you sisters say?" She asks as she gently takes Mitch's chin in hand and lifts his to face her once again. Letting him gaze into those deep livid purple pools she calls eyes. Eyes that many will lose their way in if they stare for too long. They seem to look directly into a person's very soul. She takes in every little motion as she watches the boy, studying him from how he moves to how he breathes, even every little twitch of his muscles. "Tell me what they say. what makes you afraid of women? Of me. There should be no reason to be scared of me." She sings in her soothing tones.

Mitchel swallows again as he gazes into her eyes, shivering a bit as they just seem to go on forever. He takes a deep breath and then says softly, "They said that I was being sent here to be punished..."

Ms. Nightfang giggles softly at hearing that and shakes her head softly. "Your sisters know very little of what I do." She replies as she returns her gaze to him. "While I do have a bit of a reputation for punishing sexual deviants, they are ones that have earned it. They completely objectify the other gender, and do bad things 14 year-olds really shouldn't know about." She states as she strokes a hand down over the otter's tail again. "I turn their worlds upside down and backwards. Everything they know becomes wrong as they get locked away in a personalized prison that they can never escape from on their own. But that is only part of what I do. I am a healer and a teacher. Even in my punishments, I arrange them so that they help the person in the long run.

"I take in those that others don't have time for or those that realize they need help. I help them discover who they are. I become the light in the darkness for them. Your mother is wanting that service for you. It is hard for single mothers to raise boys, this is a trying and troubling time for both of you. I am here to help guide you through that and make it easier on your mother. When you leave to return home, you will not be the same otter that entered here today. You will be more mature, and no longer a burden to your mothers or sisters."

Mitchel thinks about that for a bit, then proves that he isn't a total airhead, "Is that why you keep implying I'm gay? Is that why I was sent here?" He, understandably, sounds quite fearful of that possibility, "Because I am totally not... I'll prove it if you want."

Ms Nightfang is silent for a moment as he asks her that. She closes her eyes as she thinks. She ponders for a moment on saying yes, but decides in this case to be a bit more truthful. "Your mother feels like you're on a path to be like you're father. Being gay would probably ease your mother's fears as it means you have no real interest in women. However many young gays hide those sexual desires. They join sports teams for the chance to be around guys and to see them naked without being thought of as gay. Or they will take interest in feminine clothing, because it is nicer and prettier then guys clothing. Not a toned down or muted. They hide being gay and try very hard to prove they like girls like all 'normal' boys should, but freeze up when shown affection. I am sure you can see why one with my experience might think that you're so far in the closet that your finding Christmas presents." She says with a giggle.

Mitchel frowns deep at that, blushing almost as deeply as he frowns, "I'm not gay. I like sports because they are fun... and if girls weren't all so mean or crazy, it would be way easier to not just stare at them from a distance."

Ms. Nightfang giggles softly at that "Girls are Girls." She states simply. "At this age, they are either Mean, Crazy, or Shy and reserved. The mean ones tend to be the really pretty ones. They know they look good and that for the next 30 years or so can likely coast by on nothing but those good looks. The crazy ones are the ones that are more... frustrated. They tend to want it but can't get it for some reason usually due to beliefs instilled on them by their parents. This end up taking a toll on them mentally. You're not too far from that boat. The Shy ones are the ones that tend to not develop as quickly or aren't seen as pretty as the others so they get treated just as badly and become insecure because the world is so focused on looks."

Mitchel listens to her explain the general categories of teen girls, and sighs with a shrug, "My sisters are totally the mean ones."

"They will grow up. They will either realize they are wrong, just get over themselves as they expand their horizons... or become bitches." She says with a shrug as she strokes his face gently. "Time will only tell how they will turn out."

Mitchel smiles some as Ms. Nightfang strokes his cheek as he listens to her quietly. His eyes starting to stray to where his body presses to her ample bust. He swallows again and tries to focus on not looking like a perv.

Noticing the movements of the boy's eyes. "What do you want to do?" She asks in her typical soothing voice, gently petting his tail once more to help him remain calm, and allowing him to stare are her bust as much as he wants.

Mitchel opens his mouth to answer, then looks up from her breasts and says, "Can... can I see you naked?" his voice soft and timid, still fearing a trap in the back of him mind, but is opening up more to her.

Once more the older woman takes a moment to ponder the boy's question. "Yes. But do not try anything that I do not allow. I am giving you this one chance to show me that I can trust you around women. That you can think more with your brains then with your dick. If you do this I might give you a special gift." She replies and gently lifts Mitchel off her lap and stands up.

"Turn around and no peaking, a woman likes her right to privacy even if you're going to see it all anyway." She says with a soft smile, watching as he nods and turns his back to the woman, with his ears perked excitedly and tail swaying eagerly as he tries hard to remain calm about seeing a beautiful woman naked.

Afterwards she slowly stripes down of all clothing, folding and setting it down on the dresser before returning to the bed, she takes a seat, legs parted just enough to show off a glimpse of the folds of her black rose, but not a full showing of it yet. "Alright, You may turn back around now, Mitchel."

Mitchel takes a deep breath and steadies himself, then he turns around and looks at her as she tells him to. His eyes almost popping out of his head at the sight, gasping as his mouth falls slack. His eyes flicking from place to place, taking in the bat's form. His hands ball at his sides, obviously he is working hard to not 'look with his hands' like a kid might. "Wow... you are... so beautiful..." his eyes finally focus on her dark sex; something he has, to date, only seen in pictures. His nostrils twitching some as he takes in the scent in the air, while his tongue darts out to lick across his lips absently.

Ms. Nightfang smiles seductively at that. "Yes, I know." She replies, as she watches him try and restrain himself. "Also for granting this request of yours, you're not allowed to paw off tonight." She states. "And, no it's not as a punishment. If you paw off there is a chance you are thinking about me; which means your relating my body to sex." She says as she beckons the boy closer to her.

Mitchel blinks, "But..." he looks up at her face, clearly stricken by that, "But..." he takes a step closer, swallowing hard. He clearly needs to wank, by now he is already masturbating on a daily basis.

Ms. Nightfang hmms softly, once again taking a moment to think and then grins. "Alright. I'm always about giving people choices. Here is yours: You CAN jerk off tonight, but I would prefer you not to. Then tomorrow, you will get one of two things depending on if you pawed off or not. I will not tell you what either is. Just know that whatever happens tomorrow will be done completely by your choice tonight."

Mitchel swallows and nods slowly as he stands so close to the sexiest woman he's seen so far in his short life that he just wants to reach out and touch her, and she can see that he is fighting that urge hard.

"Now kneel on the floor in front of me." She says, watching the boy as he swallows nervously and nods his head as he does as told to. She smiles and spreads her legs further apart to allow him an eye full of what a woman's sex really looks like. "Tell me, in your own words. What do you see?" She asks as she looks down to him. Her voice is still calm and gentle. It is clear she's not going to punish him for staring at her. In fact she seems to enjoy the eyes of a cute young otter worshipping her beauty.

Mitchel blinks at the question, "What do you mean?" He knows she wants to test him on his ability to not objectify something or someone, but he has no clue how to describe something without objectifying it.

"It is a simple question. Just tell me what you see. In your own words." She says with a smile, spreading her legs a bit wider for you, her black folds glistening in the light. "There will be no backlash for choice of words."

Mitchel's eyes follow the spreading of her legs, which basically focuses his eyes on her sex directly. He is quite for quite a bit, then he says softly, "Amazing... I... wow... I don't know... I mean..." he shakes his head, then looks up towards her face again, "Curvy, and beautiful, and hot, and just... wow." A poet he ain't.

"It is okay to think of a woman in those terms. Objectifying comes when you only think of her in those terms, rather than seeing the whole picture. You need not fear women, but you should desire them. Worship them. Without women you wouldn't be here. You should always be respectful of them, despite your desires." She replies in her soothing melodic voice.

Ms Nightfang smiles and as she watches Mitchel listen to her words as he scratches the back of his neck and nods. That is why you are here. You will learn to respect a woman's body and temper your desire to reasonable levels. You will understand the ways of girls when this is over with, you will have a very unique perspective one that will get you the bed of any woman you want. Imagine it, being the hit with all the ladies ever your little boyfriends would be jealous of you. You'd be popular with everyone. You want that, don't you? To be popular, to be loved, so that no woman will ever treat you badly again?"

Mitchel blinks and asks, "Really?"

"Yes. I told you I am the light in the darkness. You are currently in a dark sheltered place. Something your mother just barely sees. She sent you here because she couldn't handle you, but I want you here because I can help you. All you have to do is trust and believe in me and I will make it so you can pleasure any woman and be popular with everyone."

Mitchel nods slowly, then says, "Okay."

"So. Do you Trust me?" She asks softly as she beckons him closer to be right up between her legs.

Mitchel nods slowly, shifting forward slowly, swallowing and inhaling her scent. Ms. Nightfang stops him before he gets any closer. "I did not near an answer. Answer me, pup. Answer me honestly and truthfully, and I'll allow you a taste of what is teasing your nose." She says with a coo, her scent growing stronger as the boy gets closer to the source.

"Y... yes. Yes, I trust you." Mitchel replies in amazement of the sight before him.

"Why do you hesitate?" She asks as she gently drapes her long sultry legs over his shoulders.

Mitchel blinks at the question. It wasn't hesitation, as much as it was amazement and eagerness to actually taste her. "I didn't mean to..."

Ms. Nightfang giggles softly, as she wraps her legs around the boy and pulls him closer causing him to gasp softly, pressing his muzzle against her neither lips. "It is alright. I understand. This being your first time and all, you are overwhelmed. But I had to make sure first." She coos.

Mitchel shivers softly as his muzzle presses against the older woman's dusky sex, feeling the soft heat and taking in the spice of her musk. He nuzzles into the soft and pliant folds without quite realizing it, his mouth opening in a soft moan before his tongue drifts out to tenderly brush at over the delicate dark folds, while his hands move to rest on her prehensile feet, caressing them gently with quivering touches.

The bat shivers and moans pleasantly as she feels the boy start to enjoy her sex, her legs holds him tight as he strokes over her feet. "Yes, that's a good pup. Show my sex the love and affection it deserves." She says in a sweet tone. She knows that Mitchel has no clue what he is doing, but encourages him wanting to make his first impression of her memorable. She moans louder as she feels his tongue continue to caress and drag as his muzzle shifts up and down and along those dark folds, causing her juices to coat the fur around the otter's lips.

She reaches down to stroke between his ears, a gentle pleasure washing through the boy to help him grow more confident as he enjoys her taste. The feeling is almost like a feather tickling over the otter's cock, to help associate the pleasure of females with personal pleasure in the boy's young mind. It's not enough to make him cum, but it feels really nice.

Mitchel shivers at that phantom sensation, his hips shifting slightly as that painfully erect cock in his pants throbs with desire to be touched. He moans into her pussy and continues working, lost in the pleasure of eating out pussy to the best his young and inexperienced tongue and mouth can manage.

Ms. Nightfang leans back, pressing her pussy further against the boy's blunt muzzle as she shivers powerfully, her toes curling around the boy's arms as she cries out in pleasure. Her juices flowing over the otter's muzzle. "O-oh yes, s-such a good pup." She moans as she smiles down to him as she bathes in the aftermath.

Mitchel of course has no clue what is happening at first as she cums, feeling those dusky petals get hotter before his muzzles is drenched by her fluids It takes a while for him to figure out that he's caused the bat to climax, which causes him to blush deep and look up at her from between her legs with a little look of pride. She reaches down and pats his head, a smile still on her muzzle. "You did decently for a first time. But then I am person that is easily aroused." She replies with a soft giggle as pulls her legs away from him.

Mitchel sits up reluctantly as her legs withdraw, licking his musky and wet muzzle. He shifts in his seat a bit, moving a hand to adjust his shorts, which are way too tight now and his balls are starting to ache with need. He looks up at her and bites his lower lip, really needing to get off, but not sure what the penalty for it will be.

Ms. Nightfang smiles softly "I think that will be all for this tonight. It was already much more then I had planned to do with you on the first day, but I believe it probably helped much more as well."

Mitchel stands up slowly and looks to Ms. Nightfang, swallowing as he asks, "Um... are you sure that you can't tell me what I get for... for not doing it... because I really need to... to cum... after that..."

"Sorry, but no. This is your first test. Do you control your desire, or does it control you? That is a question we will learn the answer to in the morning, shan't we?" She says with a giggle before leaning down to give him a kiss on the forehead. "You might want to get cleaned up before bed though."

Mitchel asks, "Um... where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall, on the right. And there are cameras in there. So don't think you can paw off in the shower or into the toilet and think you can get away with it." She giggles with a bright grin.

Mitchel blinks in surprise, "Cameras in the bathroom... are there cameras in here too?"

"Yes. Well hidden. They are part of a security system I had installed." She replies as she watches him, nothing to reinforce a boy's fear of getting caught then the idea of hidden cameras.

Mitchel oh's softly, then he blushes and says, "Well... um... I need to go to the bathroom anyway and wash up... so... um... am I excused?"

Ms. Night fang smiles and nods to him. "Of course. Be on your way." She says and hand waves to scoot him off.

Mitchel hurries past her as she shoo him off and down the hall to the bathroom; where he has to wait quite a while to get soft enough to pee. In his rush and distraction from his arousal he fails to notice how girly the bathroom is decorated or the kind of items it is stocked with. He washes his paws and face before coming back to his room, feeling his nuts ache with the need to expend their payload. Ms Nightfang looks up as he comes back so quickly. "I'm surprised you didn't try a cold shower."

Mitchel mutters as he enters, "Those never work..." He of course looks to see if she has gotten dressed again or if he'll still get to admire her naked beauty for a while longer. To both his disappointment and happiness, she has indeed redressed in the time he was away so not to make things worse on his aching balls. He opens his suitcase and fishes about for a clean t-shirt and a fresh pair of boxers to sleep in.

Ms. Nightfang smirks and giggles softly at his response. "Someone with experience, eh?" She teases as she watches the boy change into fresh clothes.

Mitchel shrugs a bit, "I told you, my sisters like to tease me, and there isn't a lock on my door at home."

"What does not having a lock do?" She asks curiously as she cocks her head a bit.

Mitchel replies "Mom removed the locks on all our doors, as she doesn't want us hiding anything from her. As such it allows my sisters to peek in under the pretense of wishing me a good night, but it's really to show off their sexy sleep wear and to keep me from having time to... you know... take care of business...."

She listens intently as Mitchel explains a bit about his home life and then grins widely. "Then you should be used to not being able to paw off." She teases playfully causing Mitchel to blush and splay his ears as he sigh and sits down on his bed. Ms. Nightfang smiles and walks over to kiss him good night. "Sleep well, pup. Tomorrow will be a big day for you."

Mitchel nods and waits for her to leave and close the door behind her, before changing into his actual 'jammies' which he is partially embarrassed to be seen in. He stands there stupidly for a moment as he looks at the stack of 'girly' magazines, and then sighs as he crawls into bed, laying there for a long time before managing to pass out, with a throbbing erection pushing up the bedding most the time.