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"Man, this is fucking lame," a lithe black sergal complained quietly to his posse. "Why does Mr. H gotta waste our time at the library?" His fellow eighth graders all agreed in their own hushed tones. Zann, the leader, followed up with, "At least Mrs. B is fuckin' hot." This earned a round of sniggers that were perhaps a little too loud and would've been heard from outside of their far corner.

Mrs. B, or Mrs. Beaucomp (pronounced boe-sohm), flicked her ears when she heard the slight commotion. The ram-horned ocelot sighed and put down her claw file before leaving her post at the check-out counter to investigate. "I hate having to be the one to break up parties," she said to herself as she sauntered towards the far corner. Maybe I'll get to fill out a detention slip... she thought to herself, and a giddy thrill ran through her voluptuous body.

Their banter ended when a younger student rounded the corner. It was a small fennec girl -- and that was to say she was small for a fennec girl. She couldn't have been any older than third or fourth grade. All ten eyes were on her now, and her large ears swiveled back as her shocked expression withered into a scared one. Meekly, she approached Zann, who bore a predatory grin. As she raised her hand to point at a book above and behind the boy, she began, "Excuse me, I n-need to --" but she stopped when the sergal held up a hand. He motioned to Jake, a red fox, and the other boy mirrored his ring leader's awful grin and cut off the younger student's retreat.

"You," Zann began, "need to stay quiet." His voice had dropped to a hiss before his hand snatched the tiny muzzle of the fennec. A shout was muffled, and she began to struggle. That's when the other boys convened on her, too.

"Ahem."

All eyes, including the young girl's, snapped to the source of the sound, which was behind Zann. Mrs. Beaucomp was there, and she glared through her spectacles at the gathering. Her brow cocked when she saw the trapped young lady had several hands on her. Zann's held her muzzle closed and rested on her hip, while others had just grabbed her clothing.

There was a pregnant pause, then one of the other gang members, a rat, whisper-yelled "Scram!" and the boys started to take off in the opposite direction. When Zann ran into Jake, who was a little slower on the draw, the todd shoved his human1 cohort back. He fell on his ass, and then Jake shoved the fennec girl, who fell on all fours in front of Zann, before the fox bolted himself.

Before Zann could try to run again, Mrs. B was on him. She seized his bicep and yanked him easily to his feet before she offered a much more gentle hand to the would-be victim. "I'm sorry," she said softly to the girl, who looked like she was about to cry. Before she could say anything else, the vulpine had darted off, too. Poor girl, Mrs. Beaucomp thought to herself. But at least I apprehended one of 'em, her thought continued, and she had to suppress a grin.

"Detention. Lunchtime," was her simple decree.

The sergal hissed and tried to yank his arm free of the strong grip. "I didn't do nothin'!" he retorted, almost a yell. For his trouble, he got his arm squeezed harder, which made him hiss again, but this time in pain.

"I won't report you for trying to rape that little girl if you come to detention...~" the yokai suddenly leaned in and whispered close to the ne'er-do-well's ear. It was almost... sultry? Zann looked at her, and she grinned, and with her free hand, she tugged at the bottom of her v-neck sweater, which already showed off an almost risque amount of cleavage -- and only showed off more to the fourteen year old boy.

His mouth dropped. Zann didn't even have a chance to deny her allegation, it hadn't occurred to him to. He looked from the exposed flesh up to the faculty member, who only winked. She let go of his arm and produced a pad of detention slips from the back pocket of her pleated slacks. "Name?"

"Zann. Zann Totah," was all he could reply. After a confused stutter, he spelled it out for her. When she looked down to her pad to write out the details of his detention, he put his hands in his pockets to try to inconspicuously adjust his growing erection.

"I'll see you in my office at lunch time, Zann," she said as she ripped off the pink copy for the boy to take and present to his teacher. Lunch time wasn't until after the next period. "And... call me Amy." The shifter sauntered off the direction she appeared from, this time with much more sway in her hips. The last thing Zann saw after that fat ass was the teacher's five spotted tails as they flicked around the corner after their owner. When the sergal looked down to the slip, the listed reason was "noise in the library."