50/100
See me after class. Do NOT throw this away.

Liam almost didn’t even look at his graded assignment, but a second look brought his attention to his teacher’s bright red note. He felt no serious inclination to do as instructed but he knew that he would be heckled by faculty if he chose not to comply.

He had been suffering in his classes. His parents’ nightly screaming matches had diminished his interest in academics, and his performance suffered for it. Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t intelligent. Liam’s test scores from previous years proved that he was already well ahead of his peers, but he expressed no academic ambitions. All he did was wander around in the woods, committing misdemeanors and defacing public property with a small group of friends that were every bit as spiteful and pent-up as he was. He was notoriously aggressive, and he was known for snapping back at teachers, dismissing their teachings, and discrediting their knowledge.

He was only fourteen.

Miss Isabella Rose, a twenty-four year-old English teacher, was warned about Liam well in advance. She was impressed by his test scores and obvious intelligence but she knew that Liam was a problem student and was not properly utilizing his potential. Thus, she felt that as Liam’s teacher, it was her responsibility to unlock that potential.

Liam made his way to Miss Rose’s desk when all the other students had cleared out. It was his last period, but Liam had no desire to go home; if anything, he would probably go off into the woods, where no one would bother him. Still, so far Liam held no ill will against Miss Rose, because she had never given him any reason to. Unbeknownst to him, however, Miss Rose had been observing him carefully ever since the semester began.

“You wanted to see me?”
“Mr. Mergo. Yes.” She pushed a stack of papers aside and turned to address him, stopping for a moment to look him over. He was certainly short for a wolf his age, and his fur was a dark, unmanageable mess.

She raised an eyebrow, however, when she noticed the dark bags under his eyes. “Get enough sleep last night?”

“Sure.”

“Mmm.” She folded her arms. “Let me see your essay.”

Liam rolled his eyes and fished it out of his bag, placing it on the desk in front of Miss Rose. She looked at it for a moment, and then turned back to Liam. “Fifty percent is not really an accurate score for this essay. If I could, I would put a ninety on it. Excellent writing, but…not quite appropriate.”

Liam folded his arms. “Elaborate.”

“Liam, your literary voice is, frankly, quite forceful. Vindictive, even. It’s a treat to see a wolf your age write with such eloquence and careful deliberation. However…”

“You think my ideas are dangerous.”

Miss Rose clicked her pen absent-mindedly as she searched for the right word. “More like…disruptive. Liam, the instructions were to write about one way you would improve school policy, in an argumentative format. You did that perfectly, and that is why you got half points. The reason you only received fifty percent is the fact that, no matter how ignorant, outdated and avaricious the American Education System is, dangling Mr. Thomas from the auditorium lighting truss with the word ‘racist’ stamped onto his forehead for the entire student body to see will not fix the latent discrimination present amongst some of our faculty and staff.”

“Is that it?” Liam raised an eyebrow.

“Well, no. I can’t give you a hundred on this assignment because of what I just explained, but I can let you rewrite it.” Miss Rose looked at Liam with a warm smile. “How does that sound? I’ll give you full credit, if you can channel your thoughts into something a little less…radical. I’m not saying that your ideas aren’t valid, you…” She paused, laughing slightly under her breath. “Actually make very good points in this paper, but your proposed solutions are not particularly safe.”

“With all due respect, Miss Rose, I don’t want to do that. I think I'll just take the fifty..”

His eyes drifted down to Miss Rose, and he almost immediately lost focus. He had found this teacher attractive since he started the class, her curvaceous body and warm smiles enchanting him right from the beginning of the semester. Liam felt the need to do nothing in class but stare at Miss Rose and daydream about having someone that would listen to what he had to say for once.

“Liam, what are you staring at?”

Liam shook his head, only to find that 1) he had been staring directly into Miss Rose’s cleavage the entire time that Miss Rose was talking, and 2) Miss Rose had been talking for, like, a minute.

“Were you listening, Liam? Or were you staring...down here?” Miss Rose placed a finger on her cleavage, and Liam’s face flushed deep, deep red.

“Answer the question, Mr. Mergo.”

“I think I'll go now, Miss Rose,” said Liam.

“Liam, were you staring at my cleavage?”

“Why do you care?” Liam growled. “I listened to you. Let me leave.”

Miss Rose raised an eyebrow at Liam, clearly unamused by his attitude.

“Liam? I want you to understand that I’m not your enemy. Will you start being honest with me? I don’t mind you looking at my chest.”

The look on Liam’s face was priceless. Underneath his dark fur, the canine’s face turned an impossible shade of deep, shocking red, and his eyes had never been so wide. “I don’t understand.”

“Liam.” Miss Rose folded her arms beneath her bust, propping it up to make her breasts appear more prominent. “What must I do to motivate you?”

It occurred to Liam, at that moment, what exactly she was offering him. “Are you going to show me your boobs?”

“That would be too easy, Liam.” Miss Rose smirked and took her seat once more. “After all, you haven’t shown me any work that would warrant such a thing.” The teacher giggled. “Come talk to me any time, Liam. I will help you with your essay, you know. And there might be something in it for you if you impress me.”

Liam cleared his throat. “Alright. Fine.” Liam paused to stare at her, and then, with a deep breath, the young man walked hesitantly out the door.

From that Monday on, Liam turned his focus entirely toward completing the essay. Not only would he go off into the woods after school every day and work on it, but he began to complete portions of it in his free time during school. He made sure that it was well fleshed-out, with a solid thesis and a compelling argument that did not involve the public humiliation of any instructors. Behind every decision, he provided many sources and a plethora of evidence.

In the meantime, Liam had already grown fond of his English teacher in normal class time, and he stared at her wistfully, paying close attention and doing his very hardest not to get lost in the motions of her barbed tongue and fuzzy tail. Miss Rose would flash him flirtatious winks at the end of every class session, knowing that it was motivating him more and more to do his best.

Come Thursday, the essay was done, and Liam handed it in after class. Miss Rose sent him off with many words of encouragement, explaining that she was proud of him for completing it so quickly and producing so much content, well exceeding the word minimum.

Mr. Mergo’s essay was still certainly controversial. It disparaged the education system and the corruption behind it, but his offered solutions were much less maniacal and more democratic and reasonable. It wasn’t flawless, of course, but it was very good, and for that, Miss Rose graded it:

95/100
See me after class.

Throughout class on Friday, after Liam received the paper, he sat in nervous, uncontrollable heat. He had spent the week carving that paper to perfection, and this was the first assignment he had done really well on for many years. No girls had expressed interest in him before (none that tickled his fancy, that is) and now this beautiful english teacher had fucking ensnared him. He could tell that she knew, too. She had worn a beautiful skirt and a cute sweater that day that showed off an enormous amount of cleavage. And, of course, those adorable nerd glasses of hers.

The bell rang. Students cleared out, and everyone went home. Miss Rose took a seat at her desk, bidding farewell to all the students who left. All except for Liam, who sat at the back of the classroom and tried to pretend that everything was normal.

“Liam. Come here, sweetheart.” She folded her arms, a smug grin stretching across her face. “Are you nervous?”

“Are you making assumptions?”

“I’m making an inference, Mr. Mergo. You used the word in your essay so I know you know what it means.”

“Worth a shot,” huffed Liam. He stood up and walked down to the front of the classroom, where he leaned over the desk in an attempt to look casual.

“Did you know that many of the instructors here refer to you as ‘a volatile and disruptive problem child?’”

“It’s a fun title,” responded Liam.

“Well, I don’t think it’s accurate. At least, not all the time. You’ve shown me a level of aptitude unheard of in students your age. Especially boys. And all I had to do was-”

“Solicit me for sex?”

Miss Rose winced and pointed to the door. “Door,” she said softly.

The wolf chuckled evilly and grabbed the door, slowly pushing it closed before returning to Miss Rose’s desk.

“What I wanted to do was offer you attention. Someone to listen to and be...intimate...with. Because your behavior tells me that there is something going on at home.”

Liam frowned, and he folded his arms. “Why do you care?”

“Believe it or not, I care about my students. I want them to be successful. Unlike some teachers…” She sighed. “But that applies to you especially, Liam, because you have really surprised me in the past week. Primarily, it is the eloquence with which you write when you have the ambition to do it. Your first paper was written with violence in mind. This one was written with me in mind. Wasn’t it?”

Liam nodded. “I wanted you to like it.”

“And yet you are honest. You write as though you really feel that what you believe is right. I find that quite charming.” She smiled and took Liam’s paw. “I don’t know what is going on at home. If you don’t feel like being specific, you don’t have to talk extensively about it, but if you feel unsafe at home, I need to know.”

Liam looked at the ground. No one had cared about it before. He wasn’t sure how to respond.

“It’s fine. I don’t feel unsafe. Just annoyed.” Liam looked up at Miss Rose with a look of great sadness on his face.

She slowly stood up and opened her arms “Come here, Liam.”

Liam sniffled and pulled close to Miss Rose, wrapping his arms around her and burying her head in the feline’s enormous, fuzzy chest. He sighed and shook his head, and as their breathing synchronized, Liam began to melt.

He felt safe. Safe in the company of another. Something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Are you strong?” she inquired. She gently stroked Liam’s fur.

“Emotionally?”

“Not quite. I just want to see if you can lift me onto the desk.”

Miss Rose let out a little squeal as Liam grabbed her by the butt and hoisted her onto the desk, with a little grunt. He was stronger than he looked, it seemed - especially considering she was at least a foot taller than him.

“You are strong...” purred the English teacher. “You are full of surprises.”
Miss Rose smiled and spread her legs, allowing Liam to pull close to her, and then she leaned down and pressed a warm, loving kiss to the boy’s lips. As Liam felt his teacher’s lips greet his own, his heart took off and soared.
They kissed for quite some time, taking breaks only to breathe and stare into each other's eyes. In those moments, Isabelle saw the contemptful look in Liam’s eyes morph into deep desire and protective passion. As he drew closer, Liam began to grip her tighter, and he grew more and more comfortable with the feline’s body and her gentle lips. Isabelle was very passive during their kiss in an effort to allow Liam to feel in control, and it paid off in ways she had not expected. Liam was an extraordinary kisser, and the way he touched her and tasted her lips was indicative of a strong and possessive lover. His tongue snaked into her mouth, and she parted her lips, letting him explore her teeth and warm, thick tongue as he pleased.

His paw trailed down his teacher’s cleavage, and he paused to look up at his teacher as his fingers curled around one of her breasts. “May I?” He asked.

Miss Rose nodded. She was flustered. Her breathing had changed. She wanted Liam to be comfortable with her body.

Liam locked her into another kiss, but this time, his paws swam deep into his teacher’s bra, feeling and massaging her breasts like they belonged to him. It didn’t take long for him to find her nipples, which he rubbed and circled and tugged on as he kissed Miss Rose. Eventually, he pulled her boobs out, and as he leaned closer to her, he massaged them ruthlessly, capturing a nipple between two fingers of each paw and squeezing her boobs while he tweaked them.

It was here that the bulge in his pants touched Miss Rose’s crotch. She squeaked a little when she felt it, and she immediately reached down to stroke it, looking down into his eyes with a look of profound lust. He was quite big, and his jeans were beginning to stain with his precum.

“Ohh...Miss Rose…”

“Do you like this?” She whispered, her breath a little shaky.

Liam nodded, and he pushed his pelvis forward, flexing his member to let her touch it. “Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart,” chuckled Miss Rose.

They remained intertwined for several minutes. Frequently, the feline looked over her student’s shoulder, ensuring that no one would end up walking in on Liam shoving his tongue down his English teacher’s throat. She was getting incredibly flustered, and as he ground his bulge against her mound, she found it increasingly difficult to compose herself in any sort of professional manner.

Eventually, Miss Rose looked up at the clock on the wall and decided that they were out of time. Hesitantly, the feline pulled away from her student and scratched him gently behind his ears. After making out with the horny middle schooler for so long, she struggled to catch her breath.

“Fuck, Liam…”

The wolf leaned over the desk and panted, his heart firing at a million miles an hour. His face was hot to the point of numbness, and he felt like he could take on God and win.

Miss Rose, on the other hand, felt very, very dirty. She didn’t want to leave without getting off, but she had no choice in this case. Her face flushed red, and her heart thumped. Oh, God. She was in so, so deep now. Liam’s nature was charming to her, and she’d shown him that he had the aptitude to get her horny, even in his inexperience. She wanted to do more with him. But, for now, she had to flee the scene before anyone suspected anything.

“There’s an assignment coming up. The informative essay. You remember what I said?”

“Write and inform the reader about the topic?”

“Fuck it” whispered Miss Rose. She smiled and ruffled his dark fur. “Write whatever the fuck you want. If you impress me -I mean if you really blow my goddamn mind, I will take you to Grimaldi’s, and then take you home, where we will be alone for four hours. You can tell your parents that I will be tutoring you during that time.”

Liam’s heart thumped even harder, and he grabbed Miss Rose and pulled her into one last deep, horny kiss. When he broke away, he ran out of the classroom without saying another word.

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Liam had exactly three weeks to complete the essay, if he wanted to turn it in on time. He had never wanted to do anything more in his life; not only because Miss Rose had given him total freedom, but because his heart now belonged to her. The fact was, he had become utterly infatuated with Miss Rose, and he wanted to prove to her that he was a good student and an even better lover. She was totally single, as far as he was aware, and she lived alone in her little house. At this point, Liam had one goal: prove to Miss Rose that he was capable of being her man. 

He fleshed out an outline first. The first three days were all spent drawing out an outline. With tools and pencils and paper brought into the woods, Liam carved his ambitions into the paper’s void, carefully charting every step and transition with laser-guided precision. His topic:

The government diversion of internal corruption and political misdirection
And he entitled it:

Missing The point

“Never seen you write like that, Mergo,” laughed a voice from behind him. The young wolf growled and looked up at his friend, the rodent ninth grader Caleb More, with a look of general irritation. Next to him was Pablo, a portly rabbit that was in his fourth period math class. 

“It’s a report, jackass. I’m just writing an outline.”

“Since when does Liam Mergo write reports?” Caleb knelt down to look at Liam’s outline. “What’s it about?”

“The government. You know, big brother and all that shit.” Liam sighed and closed the notebook before storing it in his backpack. “Did you bring the paint?”

“‘Course i did. Pablo’s got more. Adam’s sick today so it’s just us.”

“Three is enough,” responded Liam. He stood up and grabbed a paint can from the bag. “What color did you end up picking?”

“Green. Obviously.”

“That’s what I'm talking about.” Liam grinned and reached into Pablo’s bag, pulling out a canister of paint and shaking it thoroughly.

Mr. Thomas was a well-known scumbag at Liam’s high school. He was a blatant racist, and gave students of certain races considerably lower scores than others - sometimes even selectively assigning more difficult exams to the students he particularly disliked. 
Luckily, Liam knew Mr. Thomas’s address.

Liam and his boys pulled up at five o’ clock. Mr. Thomas was out with his wife, and so they had time to complete what they had in mind.

With raucous laughter, they pulled out their paint cans and began tagging the house, spraying the brick walls all around the building. Green mist filled the air, staining the grass and the concrete. When they were done, the wall was painted with the following:

R A C I S T

After that, they took pictures with their phones. Of that wall, and also the front porch of the house. Then, they fled.

The boys played music on their way through the woods, satisfied with their work and the pictures they captured. They shared them anonymously on social media, where a number of students would see it. For Liam, these attacks on teachers’ personal property was both a public service announcement and a punishment for corrupt instructors. 

“Good work, guys,” said Liam. He smiled at his posse, chuckling at the speed with which they’d completed the task. “Caleb, can you get the photos printed out by tomorrow?”

“I can print thirty, easily,” responded Caleb. He smacked Pablo on the back. “Pablo and I will put them up.”

“Perfect,” said Liam, a malicious grin spreading across his face.

Liam felt that the school’s disciplinary action was not enough to clean the school of garbage. It seemed to him that the school did not care. As far as he was aware, his voice had gone unheard. It made him bitter and contemptful. So, he had resorted to more disruptive measures. Tagging houses and humiliating instructors on the internet were just a few of the things he did to get his point across.

“So what have you been doing for the past week, Mergo?” Asked Pablo.

“Just...catching up with school.” Liam frowned. Shit. He just realized that he had been trying to get into Miss Rose’s tight blue jeans for so long that his crew had noticed his week-long silence in the group chat. He couldn’t tell them, either, because the one thing he never wanted to happen was for poor Miss Rose to be a target of his friends’ delinquency. 

“Doin the bare minimum to keep from getting held back?” sneered Caleb. “Thought you were a star student. The only reason we take orders from a 4’7” is the fact that you’re a fucking genius.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything.” Liam stepped over a log and continued walking, where they came to the abandoned shack that the group had been using as a temporary meeting place.

“Or does it? I saw you in Miss Rose’s classroom the other day…”

Liam held his breath.

“Actually paying attention for once…”

Liam released it.

“What’s got you so interested in English class anyway?”

“Gotta pay attention to get a decent grade. A D is passing, right? May as well try.” Liam kicked open the rusted old door to the shack and put his bag on a nearby shelf, along with the paintball gun.

“Or maybe you’re interested in Miss Rose’s ASS,” laughed Pablo. Caleb laughed at his remark, and Liam merely rolled his eyes and punched Pablo in the shoulder.

“What if I was, huh?”

“Oooh, Liam’s hot for Miss Rooooose.” said Caleb, in a mocking tone. He laughed and covered his face as Liam tried to half-punch him disparagingly.

“Shut up. She’s nice.” Liam folded his arms

“First girl i’ve seen you take actual interest in, and it’s a fucking teacher.” Caleb chuckled and sat on the table in the middle of the room. “Sucks to be you.”

“She’s not the first girl,” growled Liam.

“Yeah it is. You only fingered that girl last year because you wanted to steal from her.”

Liam rolled his eyes. “What’s your point? I was interested in her. Her money, that is.” 

The entire group laughed, and they talked until the sun went down, playing music all the while and drinking cola.

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