Teaching A Harsh Lesson
"And so you see the quotient is easily derived by dividing x by y and..." Eric was sure that none of his students were listening, groaning inwardly as he ran the marker along the board. He was the school's math teacher, but it was clear that no one took his teaching seriously. Half the time, he didn't even take himself seriously thanks to his students' less than stellar class average.
"That's how you get x to equal to z. Are there any questions?" The gryphon spoke up for that last sentence, wincing a bit as soon as he saw at least a dozen hands fly up into the air. "Any questions not pertaining to when this class session ends?" All but one hand goes down, his eyes following the line of that lean paw to its owner, a rather girlish looking Butterfree. "Go ahead."
"How did you get that answer, Mr. Masters? I did the math on the paper along with you, but I got x to equal x plus z..." The bug looked nervous speaking his question aloud, seeming to feel all his fellow students' eyes on him. "Is there something I did wrong?"
Eric nodded to himself as he flicked his eyes down at the roster. "Mister... Watkins, is it?" He mentally noted the first name as Pixie, drawing a little smirk to his beak. Cute, he thought. "Well, your problem comes to where you separated x from z. You didn't do that, so you ended up with x equals x plus z." He smiled as the bug's ruby colored eyes seemed to light up in understanding, a quick nod coming from him as he fixed his mistake on the page.
Through the rest of the lesson, Eric felt his eyes keep on drifting over to the insect sitting in the front row, those ruby eyes watching him at the same time. Even as Eric recited the lesson from practically auto-pilot, his sky blue eyes roamed along the bug's shapely legs, up to under the desk, then all the way up to those innocent features. Oh, there was definitely a draw to that bug, but he just couldn't place his claw on it.
But soon the bell rang and Pixie Watkins was gone, taking just enough time to place his finished homework on the gryphon's desk with a sheepish grin. Eric noticed the eraser marks where the insect had obviously hurried to fix his mistakes, but he just laughed it off as he watched the insect hurry off to his next class.
For the rest of the day, Eric was stuck. Even as he tried to give his lessons, his mind kept on drifting back to Pixie... the way that shapely rear had just sashayed out of his room, it was enough to drive the poor gryphon bestial with growing lust. By some force of will, he managed to plow through the rest of his classes for the day, simply by using the thought that he'd see the butterfly tomorrow... yes, tomorrow...
*******
The next day, everything started as usual, but something felt off to Eric. He looked out over the classroom, licking his chops a bit before he finally was able to pin it down. The seat that the butterfly had occupied yesterday was empty! He gave an inward growl that he was denied his eye candy for the day, even as he filled out the absentee record. Naturally, though, he came to Pixie's name and called it out, watching as the classroom snickered at the bug's name. Apparently he'd introduced himself as something else when filling out the introduction assignment two days ago.
Eric mentally shrugged, even as he asked the students to pull out their textbooks and turn to an assigned page, having everyone do a problem from the page on the board. He watched idly as one by one they filed up, did their assigned problem, then sat right back down at their seat. Sighing, he went about silently correcting each problem that was done wrong, giving a mental wince as he sees some rather blatant mistakes.
"All right, that's about it for the day..." He murmured as he passed back their homework, talking low to make sure they paid attention. "You all can listen to your iPods, your mp3 players and whatever while I correct last night's homework. Consider this a free period for now." With a sigh, the gryphon slumped down into his chair, beginning his work of correcting the assignments.
*****
His lunch break was spent in the teacher's lounge, groaning a bit as he isolated himself from whatever insipid conversations his fellow teachers were managing to have. His mind was still focused on that Pixie! What was going through his head? He'd not had any problem drilling the principal, a rather buxom, though mature dragoness, so why was he so... attracted to the bug? Was there something in the air, something in his food? Sure, it was normal for him to lust after those teasing little whore teenage girls... but to do the same over a boy?
There was something immoral about the way the gryphon's thoughts were progressing... something evil intoned in his mind. He nodded to himself as he finished his chicken salad. He would get to the bottom of this as best he could... and Eric licked his chops as he realized the best solution.
Oh, it was a delicious plan... and he was going to take advantage of it as best as he could! He growled a bit to himself, quickly feigning it as a little bit of stomach pain when the other teachers looked towards him.
*****
Several more days came and went without any sign of Pixie Watkins appearing in the gryphon's class, Eric's temper and frustration quickly rising. Where was he? How dare that bug keep him in the dark! It just wasn't natural! He was exceptionally gruff for the next week, leading to a rumor among most of his students that there were problems in the bedroom for the gryphon and his partner.
But salvation came about a week after the butterfly disappeared, when he suddenly reappeared in Eric's class just as quickly as he'd vanished. He unassumingly sat down at his desk, bright eyed and looking just as cute as ever, even if one of his wings was a little crooked. There was an undercurrent there that the gryphon didn't want to touch on, but it didn't stop his lusting after the cute boy.
Near the end of class, the bug walked up to the gryphon's desk during free time, placing a stack of papers on the edge of Eric's desk. He looked absurdly shy, blushing along his cheeks before he ran back to his own seat, leaving the gryphon feeling more than a little confused.
Was that... similar feelings in the bug? Oh well, he was going to find out for sure later today. With a start, he remembered the papers put down on his desk, pulling them close and looking over them. They were the previous week's homework assignments, every single one, filled out and worked out completely. He was suitably stunned. Just off the top of his head, he saw all the answers were one hundred percent right, not a single error in the bug's math.
So why had he made an issue about his problem the previous week? Clearly he had no trouble with his homework so why...? It dawned on the gryphon like a snake biting someone's hand. The bug had a crush on him! It was so obvious, but it was enough to make the normally dour gryphon crack a smile.
Oh, he was going to have fun with this...
*****
The end of the day drew near and when the final bell rang, Eric was eagerly waiting next to the main exit. Over the heads of all the students, he saw the one he was looking for in the distance. With a soft grip on the bug's shoulder when he came close, he leaned down. "We need to talk about your homework. I need to make sure you understood them without my teaching." It was the perfect excuse, one that he was sure the bug would understand.
And Pixie did, following so innocently, the gryphon thought he might develop diabetes from how cute it was. Those ruby eyes were so trusting, so believing, even if a bit concerned about what he might have done wrong on his homework. They both stepped through the door and with a deft motion, Eric locked the door with an audible click.
"M... Mr. Masters?" Pixie murmured as he heard that lock click, turning to look upon what might well be the most terrifying sight of his life. Eric was slow in his advance, but his lustful intentions must've shown as he drew closer to the short insect. Kneeling slightly he clasped the bug's paws behind his back, kissing him forcefully and shoving his tongue practically down the butterfly's throat. There was some hesitation on Pixie's part, but soon he was pressing back into the kiss, swapping spit with the big gryphon.
Eric pulled back with a bit of a grin. "I thought so... you're gay, aren't you?" He eyed the butterfly with his sky blue irises, not letting up his piercing gaze until the bug nodded slowly. "Ever since you walked into my class, I've wanted your fucking body... you didn't do anything wrong on your homework, I'm sure you've realized by now..."
But Pixie was slowly starting to pull himself away, clearly not liking where this was going. Eric just growled as he stood up, practically towering over the four and a half foot tall insect. With just a paw, he roughly shoved Pixie over to the whiteboard, growling in warning when the Butterfree tried to pull back from it. Looking around for something, his eyes quickly came upon the projector screen above their heads. Yanking it down, his paws became a blur as he cinched the cord in a rough square knot around the bug's wrists.
"Now... we're going to have fun, and you're going to just stand there like a good fairy... live up to your name, insect..." He growled softly as his claws extended, digging into the fabric of the bug's shirt. With a satisfying RRRRRRRRIP the shirt came away, revealing Pixie's toned midsection and chest. Eric stopped for a moment, running his palms along the bug's stomach, savoring the fuzzy texture all over his body. He heard a quiet sob, looking up with a satisfied smile as he saw a tear or two running down Pixie's cheeks.
"Shush, now. You're going to enjoy this, I'm positive. You ever get screwed by a guy before?" Eric grunted, lightly tugging on the bug boi's antennae, eliciting a yelp from the poor tortured male.
"N... No! I haven't!" Pixie screamed out, whimpering in pain as his antennae were yanked so harshly. The bug was clearly in pain... something that stirred primal urges inside of the gryphon. "P... please! L... lemme go... I... I promise not to... to have a crush on you anymore..." There was desperation in the insect's voice, something that only made Eric yank harder.
"I'm going to pound your fruity little ass... I've lusted after you for so fucking long... I won't be denied!" Eric practically shrieked the words at the butterfly, paws gripping the bug's waistband and yanking them down. With a bestial growl, he noticed that the faggot bug was wearing a pair of panties, pink with a flower painted right over the ass. "Wearing panties in my classroom... teasing me with your damned ass and cute looks... I'm going to absolutely wreck that little asshole of yours!"
Eric was quick to divest himself of his pants, letting them hang around his ankles as he ground his absolutely massive prick against the bug's tailstar. Feeling that girly faggot squirm against his powerful body was more than enough to get the gryphon rock hard, pre spitting from the tip of his thick meat like a river. There was s no time to waste, Eric thought. He needed to claim that girly ass now if he wanted even a chance of having it! With a sharp squawk, he speared into Pixie's asshole, tearing past that anal muscle with not a thought of how the bug might react. There was a brief howl of pain from the insect as he was speared on that massive spike of flesh, then there was silence.
Thinking nothing of it, the gryphon took advantage of the immobile bug's insides, pounding away like there was no tomorrow. He reached down with his beak, clamping down sharply onto the insect's antennae, using it as a leash of sorts as he slammed his hips against Pixie's own.
He was rough, uncaring... but it felt so god-damned good to the gryphon! And even in his lustful fever, he noticed that the bug felt much the same way as he did, pre dripping from Pixie's shaft and onto the whiteboard's tray in a small pool. "Th... that's a good slut... rrr... gonna cream in your hot guts... y... you fucking whore..." He growled softly, claws digging into the bug's shoulders as he reamed the insect's asshole.
"M... Mister... Mister Masters!" Pixie finally squealed out in between sobs, his whole body spasming as he hit his sudden, but very powerful release. His thick seed splattered all over the whiteboard, invisible against the backdrop of white on white. The butterfly's wings fluttered in delight as Eric slammed in one last time, howling out Pixie's name as his hot jizz pours into the bug's rear.
"Nnnnnhhhh fuck yes whore!" Eric growled in the bug's ear, licking lewdly along his cheek as he pulled out roughly, spewing the last of his load along the bug's back. "S... stay there... slut..." He grinned devilishly, grabbing a ruler from the desk. The butterfly could only watch in horror as the gryphon lifted that wooden instrument on high, bringing it down in a sharp CRACK on the bug's rear!
Pixie yelped as the ruler came down again and again, punctuated each time with another word. "You. Fucking. Teased. Me. For. One. God. Damned. Weeks. You. Slutty. Butterfly!" With a savage growl, he brought it down one last time on the insect's unprotected rear, snapping the wooden stick in half.
Slowly, though, he felt himself calm down and stopped, looking at the sobbing wreck of a bug he'd left behind. "But... you're a good student so... let's let this one slide... hmm?" He purred as he leaned behind the bug. "If you promise one thing, I can give you a glowing recommendation into a good college when you graduate..."
Pixie perked up noticeably at that, looking back at the gryphon with some hesitation in his eyes. "S... sure, Mister Masters... what?" He whimpered softly, licking his suddenly dry lips.
"You let me fuck you every other day, right here in this classroom. Your girly ass gets bent over my desk and you get hot seed in your ass. To your parents, it's tutoring... understand?" He grinned wickedly, licking his chops as he waited for the answer he knew would come..
"Su... sure... Mister Masters... I'll do it... should... should we get started right now?" The bug looked coy, sly even as he giggled a bit.
"You got it, my little bug slut..."