Archie was down to the penultimate question, but he had no reason to worry. For the past hour or so, he’d struggled, stuck his tongue out, racked his brains solving for [i]x[/i], all the while Ms. Vilmer’s expert paw kept his penis stiff—and it had paid off: he’d earned enough points for his orgasm, last question be damned. “You’re real cute and real smart,” she said to the naked, thirteen-year-old tanuki as she stroked his raging hard cock. “And you’re pretty big, too!” The comfortably temperate spring climate dictated Ms. Vilmer’s wardrobe—a crop top and wide leg pants, both in floral print. “You’re doing great, Archie.” Up and down went her hand. “A few boo-boos here and there, but nothing serious. You’re at an eighth-grade level.” Archie giggled and sighed. Only a couple more minutes. “I gotta say, Ms. Vilmer, I was scared. A lotta the guys in my class said you’re mean and nasty.” “Nuh-uh, sugar.” She teased the tip of the youngster’s cock. “Your friends are just salty because they didn’t get to ejaculate.” Ms. Vilmer smirked and played with the ever-renewing pool of pre leaking out of his piss slit. “That’s because they didn’t prepare, Archie.” The badger booped the boy on the nose and smiled wide. He returned the grin. “But I did prepare, Ms. Vilmer, ’cause I wanna spray my jizz everywhere.” “Naughty Archie.” Ms. Vilmer raised her eyebrow and let her eye twinkle flirtatiously. “Silly boy. You’ll coat my entire basement. But that’s OK. I’ll clean up. You haven’t climaxed in a few days, huh, sugar? You’re so hard.” She squeezed the tanuki’s cock in her hand as she rubbed, and, in response, the head swelled for a second. Archie nodded. “Mhm. I didn’t jizz all weekend. Didn’t do nuffin’ Friday either. I studied real hard so I could have my orgasim here.” “Well, sugar, looks like your plan worked out.” Ms. Vilmer stuck her tongue out and reached for the red button with her foot. “Ready for the last question?” She looked into his eyes and stroked his facial fur. “I know you really want your orgasm, but I have to finish the lesson before I can make you ejaculate. You ready, Archie?” “Yes, Ms. Vilmer,” said Archie, his facial mask blushing, biting his lip. [i]Click.[/i] [i]Cory drinks water from a bottle during a bike ride. The average amount of water, in ounces, in his water bottle can be represented by the equation [/i]y = -4x + 32[i] where [/i]y[i] is the amount of water remaining after [/i]x[i] hours. Based on the equation, what amount of water, in ounces, will remain in the bottle after Cory rides for 3 ³⁄₂ hours? [/i][b]A[/b] [i]8[/i] [b]B[/b] [i]14[/i] [b]C[/b] [i]20[/i] [b]D[/b] [i]32[/i] Ms. Vilmer played with the boy’s chest floof. “Don’t let the long statement intimidate you. Even if we’re pretty much done, I still want to see you giving this some thought.” She placed her hand on his chin and made Archie’s head swivel towards her. “M’kay, sugar? Yeah?” “Yeah,” said Archie. He flashed her a perfectly white smile and looked back at the screen. “So, that’s ⁹⁄₂ hours. If we plug that in, we get . . .” The teenager’s ears flicked as he focused on the mental arithmetic, trying to block out the badger’s hand. “14, Ms. Vilmer.” He pointed his snout at B. “All right, you cute li’l guy, let’s see,” said Ms. Vilmer. She tapped the switch—the answer lit up in green. “Very good, Archie.” She began to pump his cock harder. “Time for a nice Archie orgasm, yeah?” she said. “I want to see thick ropes.” Not losing a single stroke, she leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Good boy.” Archie’s fluffy cheeks turned red. “It’s gonna be real good, Ms. Vilmer,” he said. “Like when I went on vacation for two weeks and didn’t have any privacy.” “Yeah? You didn’t get a chance to masturbate?” The tanuki shook his head. “I had to wait till I got back home. When I rubbed, it just kept spraying out and it went real far.” He giggled and looked at the badger. “It felt so good.” “Oh, I know the kind, sugar.” Ms. Vilmer’s couldn’t help but curl her toes at the thought of her own pussy throbbing in climax. “Your back arches, and you just want to scream in pleasure till you’re hoarse, yeah?” Archie smiled bashfully and nodded. “Aw, is that right, Archie? Yeah? You arch your back when you orgasm?” “I honestly dunno, Ms. Vilmer. I’m too distracted by the good feeling when it happens.” “I bet, sugar. And you didn’t even need to get this question right,” she said. “But you did. Even handled those fractions like a champ. Such a good boy.” “I reviewed fractions yesterday, Ms. Vilmer,” he said, staring at his cock, feeling the incipient orgasm stewing deep in his tummy. “That’s good, Archie. See what happens to good boys who do their homework?” She mussed the tuft of hair on his head. “Yeah?” A nice dollop of precum shot out of Archie’s cock—he was on the verge of climax. “Mhm. I always struggled with mixed fractions when I was younger, but they’re a piece of cake now.” The tips of his whiskers twitched, and his toes curled tight. “Ms. Vilmer, I’m gonna spray!” “Mixed fractions?” Ms. Vilmer yanked her paw away. A thick string of pre stretched between her white palm and the youngster’s frustrated cock. “No!” Archie’s cute butt clenched as he fucked the air. “Ms. Vilmer!” He stared at her. “Why’d ya stop? I was gonna jizz!” He struggled against his chains, and his cock, all six inches of it, bobbed left and right, leaking pre all over his thighs. “That’s not a mixed number, Archie. It’s the multiplication of 3 and 3/2.” She walked away from the frantic teenager to unplug the screen. “It can’t be a mixed number, Archie. 3/2 isn’t a proper fraction because it’s greater than 1. That’s a serious fourth-grade blunder!” Ms. Vilmer, on her knees, extension cord clutched in her pre-soaked paw, looked back at Archie. “No jizzing. No orgasm.” Archie’s mouth opened just a little in pure shock. “NO! Ms. Vilmer!” he screamed, wide-eyed. “It said the answer was right!” Out came the plug—the display powered down with a whiny flick. “That’s just a coincidence, Archie, because in this case, the multiplication of 3 and 3/2 and the addition of 3 and 3/2 give us the same result.” She padded back to the desolate eighth-grader. “You know, sugar, if you hadn’t mentioned mixed fractions, I’d have been none the wiser. By now, you would have soaked every single square inch of the basement.” She smirked and ran the tip of her finger up Archie’s pounding cock. Archie gasped and strained against his restraints. “NO! Ms. Vilmer, I didn’t mean to say it! Please pretend I never said anything! Ms. Vilmer, please! Please, I’ll do anything!” A river of pre drooled down the side of his cock. “Ms. Vilmer, just this once! I haven’t jizzed all weekend! Just stroke a few more times! Please!” “Nope.” Ms. Vilmer strutted to the stairs. “I know, sugar. You were so, so close.” She reached the door and put her hand on the handle. “But if I let you ruin my basement, you’ll never learn what a mixed fraction is, will you, Archie?” “I will! I promise! Ms. Vilmer, I’m beggin’ you! Please, please, please!” Archie’s tummy sucked in and out. “It’s torture! Just rub a couple more times! I’ll clean up the basement, I will! Every single drop!” “Shush, silly. I’m gonna have some dinner now. I’ll be back later, sugar. Don’t go anywhere!”