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Mr. Parcelan

posted 03-19-2004 08:15:37 PM

It was a hot afternoon when professor Lemmy sauntered into the classroom. The sun had made him sweat profusely, causing his white shirt to cling to his taut, toned body, yet the sudden coolness of the room caused his nipples to go erect almost immediately. He flashed his trademark enigmatic smile as he slicked back a part of his red hair and gazed over his all-female class.

"Good afternoon, ladies," he said in his masculine voice, shattering the illusion of femininity he carried. "And welcome to Sexual Education 101, as taught by me, Professor Lemmy. I'll hand you the syllabus later, but for now...are there any questions?"

A slender arm went up immediately. Lemmy smiled at the inquisitive, Mediterranean-featured face that looked at him from behind a lock of dark hair. Rosaline; he recognized her from campus several times. As the star runner for the women's track team, he had often watched her from afar...jogging...sweating...warming up.

Oh yes, he would leave this class with a few unforgettables.

"Yes, Ms. Rosaline?" he asked, the slightest hint of a smile creasing upon his thin lips. "Did you have a question you'd like to ask the class? Or would it be better suited for a...private session?"

She giggled in return, a soft tinkling-like sound...like wind chimes in a summer breeze, he thought. She smiled at him bashfully as she spoke.

"No, professor Lemmy," she said, "I understand that you'll be spending a lot of time with us and..." Lemmy raised an eyebrow as she paused mid-sentence.

"What's your question, miss?" he inquired.

"I was just wondering," she said, pointing to the far side of the classroom. "What is that?"

Lemmy glanced towards the direction her slender, sturdy arm pointed. He raised an eyebrow once more as he spied that which she indicated.

Crouched in the shadows of a poster of human anatomy was a strange, cat-like creature. Superficially, it resembled a gaunt panther with purplish, scaly skin clinging to its bones. Six feline limbs, four in the fore and two in the rear, twitched anxiously. Its near-skeletal, almost grinning face was staring directly at the professor as it narrowed its eyes upon the lean lad. Though it was difficult to see in the darkness of the shadows, Lemmy swore he could see a pair of snaking tentacles, each one tipped with a scaly pad, rising from the creature's shoulderblades.

"That's a displacer beast," Lemmy said with an intelligent nod. "It's a cat-like hunter that uses its ability of displacement to appear in a different place than it actually is. It's very clever, actually."

"But...what is it doing in the classroom?" Ms. Rosaline asked.

"A good question," Lemmy replied, scratching his chin. "Considering this is technically...their...mating...season..."

He uttered those last few words with dread as the terrible truth of the creature's presence dawned upon him. The squatting, ready-to-pounce position left no doubt in his mind...

Lemmy was boned. And if he didn't hurry, he would be boned much harder.

With a girlish scream, his masculinity and attractiveness shattered like a car window, and he turned to flee. It was of no use, however; screams only excited the deadly hunter, and as he felt the sudden force slam into his back, he realized exactly how much it excited the beast. The displacer beasts' four forelimbs shoved him violently forward, knocking the wind out of him as he was slammed into the edge of a desk. A pair of forepaws slammed down upon the backs of his hands and another pair pushed against his back, effectively pinning him to the desk.

Another thing he grimly realized was that his pants had fallen to his ankles in the brief chase. At once he cursed his hatred of belts and love of going commando as he felt a firm, meaty lump rub against his baby-like bottom.

His eyes shot wide open, as wide as dinner plates, as the true terror of his situation came upon it. He opened his supple lips to let out a scream, but to no avail. No sooner had his lips parted than he soon found the twin tentacles snaking around his head to force their way into his mouth, caressing his tongue and tickling his insides.

And that's when the displacer beast used its...abilities. Struggling only made it worse, but fight he must, though he knew it to be useless as the panther's tremendous lance thrust its way in, pushing apart mounds of flesh that had never been parted before. He let out a muffled scream through the tentacles as he felt the creature go off, a wet, sticky substance dripping down his leg as he clenched the sides of the desk.

"Sweet Jesus," he thought, his mind racked with all sorts of emotions that he had never felt before, "The displacement! It feels like there are THREE cats fucking me!"

There was no doubt about it. He would leave this class with a few unforgettables.

"Lemmy's so cute," cooed another female, a young creature named Beaukat. "Look at how kind he is to animals! And how sensitive he is! Look, he's crying!"

"Indeed," Rosaline agreed with a whistful sigh, "if only he didn't have a panther's cock up his ass..."

It's true, she thought to herself silently, the good ones are always taken, gay, or being raped by displacer beasts.

The End