Teacher's Pet (Futa x Male, furry)
Story by catboi
ok so I've been a member for a few months now and have finally decided to write a story of my own. It involves a furry and his human teacher.
I'll post more as I continue writing. I hope yall enjoy.
Finished Chapter 2, 3, & 4 as well..
Chapter 1
Matthew Thompson knew he was in trouble. He was walking hurriedly from his class, his bag slung on his shoulder. He was a senior in high school, one of the top in his classes. At 5’6” tall, he wasn’t the most physically impressive of students. Throw in that he was in advanced placement courses and set to graduate with above a 4.0 GPA and he easily fit into the nerd category. But one thing above all else made Matthew’s life rough in high school, even more than the smaller stature or the intelligence. He was very different physically. The closest definition he could find of himself was a Cat Boy. His eyes were a startling emerald green with vertical pupils, allowing him to see easier in the dark yet unnerved those who stared too long. Instead of human ears on the side of his head, he had two cat ears on the top of his head. His nose was human in appearance, yet he could smell things many others could not, and from greater distances, like the sweat in one of his pursuer’s gym bags off of a dirty sock as the boy ran to him, further down the hallway. The classic jock bullying nerd did apply, but add the unusual appearance of the orange fur with large black spots instead of skin, a long tail covered in the same pattern which ended with a black tuff of fur, and claws instead of fingernails and he was an easy target. Although hidden in the usual socks and shoes, his feet also were covered in fur, yet human in shape, with claws instead of toenails.
He rounded a corner, and saw freedom ahead, and yet fate was not without its twists. The moment the doors of the school came into view, he was stopped, one of the jocks having grabbed a hold of his backpack and stopping the small boy in his tracks. They quickly surrounded him on three sides, the fourth side was the wall that he was unceremoniously thrown against.
“Sup Freak. You’re in major shit” the largest one, Trent, captain of the school’s football team said.
“Why’s that Trent? What could I possibly have done now?” Matt asked, his eyes nervously flicking back and forth between the three much larger guys.
“You weren’t at Study Hall today to finish my homework Freak. I had to tell Mr. Jamison that I left it at home and now he says I have to bring it to him first thing Monday, before Study Hall. Now do you see my problem?”
“Here’s a bright idea Trent, how about doing it yourse—“ Matt’s reply was cut off with Trent’s fist into his gut.
“Wrong answer Freak. You wanna try that again?” Trent leered at him, his teeth gritted, and Matt could smell the mixture of cigarettes and alcohol on his breath, making his eyes water. He was about to open his mouth to reply when Ms. Johnson came walking around the corner.
“Thompson!” she yelled out, “There you are! I’ve been looking for you. Come with me to my office, we need to discuss a few things, now!” she said, walking up to them.
Ordinarily, a teacher’s appearance wouldn’t have bothered the three, but Ms. Kelli Johnson was a special case. At 6’7” tall, she was a good deal taller than all of the other female teachers, and most of the male ones. Her body was corded with muscle, yet was toned in a way that belied her strength. Her hair, currently done up in a severe bun, fell down to the middle of her back. Her breasts were often the focus of many a boy’s dark fantasy, as they were rather large at a DD cup. She was quick and intelligent and any boy who was caught staring was easily reprimanded and embarrassed. The three jocks stepped back, seeming to meld away with snickers and glares and Trent muttered “See ya round Freak” before slipping away. Ms. Johnson took Matt by his bag, much in the same way the jocks had done mere moments ago, and practically dragged him back to her office.
Once there, she shut the door behind him and then pointed to a seat that Matt quickly took. She sat down at her desk and looked up at him. Matt, preparing for the worst, looked back to his physics teacher and ventured the nervous question.
“Ms. Johnson, you wished to see me?”
His teacher simply smiled and her hard demeanor changed as her hard brown eyes softened a bit.
“Yes I did, I came upon the scene there a few seconds before I interrupted. I thought if I made it look as if you were in trouble from me, the other boys would not give you such a hard time later.”
“Thanks Ms. Johnson” Matt said as he breathed a sigh of relief, looking up at his favorite teacher. He had her as a teacher for at least one class every year. This year she taught him in a Physics class and in a college level Calculus class. And like most other boys in his year, he had the occasional fantasy about the Amazonian woman that sat at her desk.
Kelli liked Matthew, as did many of his teachers. He was poli
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