Troublesome Sex Ed
By: Leo Starpaw

“How the hell did I get myself into this?”

	That was the thought constantly going through Mr. Andrews’ mind as he analysed the situation he was in. He was standing above his colleague, Ms. Loyan, as she was on her back and laid across the desk. The students looked on in awe at the scene before them, anticipation written across their faces. Most importantly, the vixen below the crow was completely naked, and the crow himself was sans pants, semi-erect and about to delve into her depths. Now, for most, this would have been a dream come true, perhaps minus the students, to have a beautiful vixen waiting to be fucked by them. However, for Mr. Andrews, it was a nightmare, for one very important detail: The crow was gay.

Earlier that day…

	“Sir, I have a concern that I’d like to discuss before classes begin.” Andrews asked after knocking on the Principal’s door.
	“Yes, yes. Come in Mr. Andrews. What is it you want to discuss?” The mole behind the large desk, Mr. Thomson, beckoned.
	“Well, it’s about the sexual education demonstrations that will be performed today. I think there might have been a mistake.” The crow admitted, a bit hesitant, knowing that any of the higher-ups admitting to a mistake was unlikely.
	“Oh? What do you mean? Every teacher participating has been paired, to my knowledge. Have you not been paired?”
	“Well, that’s the thing sir, it’s who I’m paired with that’s the problem. I’m with Ms. Loyan.”
	“I see, but how is that a problem?” The mole asked, although his features tightened, betraying the fact he knew what was up.
	“Well, she’s a woman, and I’m, you know, gay. It’s kinda awkward to be paired with her, especially if we’re supposed to be having sex.”
	“Hmm, yes, that appears to be a bit of a predicament, but I’m not sure what you want me to do about it. Everyone has already been paired.”
	“Well, can’t I be switched? Who’s doing the gay demonstrations?”
	“That would be Mr. Davis and Mr. Stavros.”
	
	Andrews took a second to calm himself after learning this information, as it would be counterproductive to get angry.

	“Sir, Davis and Stavros are both straight. Why are they doing the gay demonstration? I’m willing to trade places with either one of them.” The crow calculated his response.
	“I’m afraid that’s not possible. The pairs have been selected and it’s too late to change them. Now-”
	“But sir,” Andrews interrupted, “can’t I just ask one of them to switch with me? Does it need to be so formal?”
	“Yes, you know that we must keep records for everything. It’s just how it is.” The mole spoke with an annoyed tone after being interrupted.
	“But sir, why were the pairs chosen this way? Did the School Board just forget I was gay?” Andrews couldn’t help but sound a little desperate.
	“No, we did not forget that you are gay Mr. Andrews. The Board thought that these pairings would be the most convenient. You and Ms. Loyan teach the same grade, as does Mr. Davis and Mr. Stavros. It’s simply logical to do it this way.”

	Andrews couldn’t believe what he was hearing, in part because of how obvious the lies were. This was not going how he had dearly hoped. He decided to use a last resort to get what he wanted.

	“Well, what if I just don't do it? I just won’t participate.” The crow asked, hoping that this petty tactic will scare the mole into compliance.
	“Well, Mr. Andrews, you are required to participate. It was outlined in your contract when you joined this school that you must participate when called upon. Not doing so will put you at risk of being terminated for insubordination. That’s the rule.”
	“B-but you can’t make me have sex! That’s rape!” The slack-jawed bird spouted as he was unable to think of anything else to counter with.
	“No one is forcing you to have sex Mr. Andrews. It is your choice. Either stay and do the demonstration, or leave.”

	The crow was mentally exhausted and unwilling to dive further into the legal arguments about unfair termination. Plus, he was beginning to think that it would just be easier to do the demonstration and get it over with. It’d be awkward and uncomfortable, but he’d still have a job, and wouldn’t have to suffer through a long legal battle if he decided to go that route. Succumbing to his fate, the bird straightened himself up, and put on the most confident demeanor he could muster.

	“Fine, sir, I will do the demonstration.”
	“Excellent! Just think of it this way, you’ll be teaching these wonderful students valuable knowledge. No need to worry about the nitty-gritty details.” The mole exclaimed as he waved goodbye to the flustered avian.

	“Teaching students valuable knowledge. Yeah, that’s it. This isn’t just sex with a woman, this is about giving my students opportunities to grow and mature.”

	And with that, Mr. Andrews walked with purpose, ready to tackle his mission with newfound confidence…

	…Which lasted about two minutes before he walked into his designated classroom to find Ms. Loyan herself and a few students filtering in to find their seats.

 	“Fuck.”

	“Oh! Mr. Andrews, you’re here, welcome. Now, I know this is a bit awkward for you but I hope that we can make things go smoothly, and maybe have some fun.” Ms. Loyan said as she tried to be sympathetic to the crow’s plight.
	“Well, I doubt it will be fun, but let’s just get this over with.” Andrews replied.
	“Oh, well, I guess that’s better than nothing I suppose.”

	As the last of the students arrived, it seemed the avian couldn’t get a break as the principal himself walked into the classroom. 

	“Shit, he’s just here to make sure I comply. That mole fucker thinks I won’t cooperate. He’s lucky though, my ancestors used to eat rodents like him.”

	“Alright class, as you know, today is the portion of the sexual education course that involves a live demonstration. These demonstrations are performed to provide a real life application for what you’ve learned. We hope that when the course is done, you’ll have the knowledge to grow and mature into healthy, sexually-safe adults.” Ms. Loyan began the lecture. “Now, Mr. Andrews and I will be the models for this demonstration today. Uh, yes Billy?”
	“Isn’t Mr. Andrews gay? Why is he here?” The young goat who had his hand raised asked.
	“Yes, Billy, I am gay. It appears that the School Board is full of mor-”
	*Ahem!* Interrupted Principal Thomson, a chiding look in his eyes.
	“…The School Board thought that this set up would be the most… convenient.” Andrews stressed the last word.

	Seemingly satisfied with the answer, or at least too confused to probe further, the next student simply questioned the principal’s presence.

	“I’m just here to make sure the lessons go according to plan. Pretend I’m not here students.” Even though Thomson was replying to the students, his eyes were still trained on the stressed out bird.
“Alright class, let’s begin.” Ms. Loyan chimed in, preventing further deviation.

With that, the vixen began to disrobe. Many of the male students, and a few of the females, suddenly became very interested. Once naked, Loyan began to describe her body parts, reminding the students of the previous lessons. She showed off her breasts, which Andrews guessed were appealing to the average male, if the students’ faces were anything to go by. She then sat on the desk, and spread her legs wide in order to show off what laid between easier. This part was of least concern to the crow, who still could feel his boss’ eyes on him. Then, it was time for him to undress, but he made no immediate move to do so. He was required to do this, but it didn’t mean he had to make it easy for everyone.

	Sensing trouble, Ms. Loyan quickly hopped off the desk and came to her colleague’s side.
	“Look, just do what you need to in order to get this done quicker. I know you’re not happy with this, but you don’t have to punish me as well.” The vixen whispered.
	Acknowledging his selfishness, Mr. Andrews succeeded the point, and with a sigh, he began to undo his belt. Once free, he lowered his pants. Since he was expecting to do a demonstration today, though he hoped it would be with another male, he had neglected to put on any underwear, revealing his flaccid genitals to the awaiting audience.

	“Ha! I guess he really is gay! He’s not even hard in front of a hot woman.” A student teased.
	“Now Timothy, be respectful, Mr. Andrews is a bit stressed. Don’t forget that the principal is here. Don’t make me ask you to leave with him.” Ms. Loyan immediately chided.

	“No, please, continue. Anything to get that bastard out of here.” The crow pleaded in his mind.

	Ms. Loyan proceeded to reach out and grab Andrews’ flaccid member, causing him to jump and let out a slight squawk. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice, or if they did they remained mercifully silent. The vixen began to manipulate the penis in her hands as she went through each part outlined in previous classes. She explained the differences in his humanoid member and that of other species. She even pulled back the bird’s foreskin to show off the glans underneath.

	“Now, for this next part, my partner here will need to be hard, or as it’s properly said, he needs to have an erection. Getting your male partner erect can be done in many ways, these acts generally fall under the umbrella-term known as foreplay. These can involve masturbation, oral sex, or just general erotic touching of his body.”

	With that, the vixen began to masturbate her colleague, doing her best to give the gay bird at least a little stimulation. She only succeeded in plumping up the shaft in her hands a little bit. So, she decided to proceed with another tactic. Surprising the penis’ owner, she opened her maw and took the mostly flaccid organ into her mouth. This brought much delight to the students watching, but more than a little disgust to the one being sucked.

	“I mean, it feels like any guy’s mouth I’ve had on there, but I just can’t get past her face. Oh well, I’ll just try to focus on the physical stimulation. Anything I can do to make this faster is okay in my book.” Andrews contemplated.

	Eventually, the exasperated crow’s penis began to fill out more, until it was able to at least stand on its own, parallel to the floor.

	“I guess he’s not as gay as he thought,” A stundent commented, “he’s getting hard.”
	“Actually, that’s not necessarily true. A male can become erect with even the tiniest bit of stimulation. As I’m sure most of the boys here can attest, penises just sometimes get hard. It doesn’t mean that you’re attracted to whatever was happening when you got hard, your body is just reacting naturally.” Ms. Loyan explained, always ready to teach, even when she just had a dick in her maw.
	
Mr. Andrews remained silent through it all, as did his boss, whose watchful gaze never moved from the crow, at least, not completely. Andrews couldn’t help but notice a bulge in the mole’s pants as he stole quick glances at the vixen’s nude form.

“This fucker is getting off to this. Damn pervert. So much for this being ‘purely educational.’ Prick.”

“Okay, I think this is the best we’re going to get. Now, normally we would have the male model demonstrate how to perform oral. However, seeing as Mr. Andrews has a beak, he would normally need to wear special rubber caps, to protect the sensitive tissues of the woman’s, or man’s, genitals. Unfortunately, I seem to have misplaced the set given to me, so we'll just have to skip this part and move on.” Loyan explained, with an apologetic nod to the principal, who didn’t seem pleased about the deviation.

“Thank god for that. I don’t think I’d have been able to make it through that. It wouldn’t do good for any of us if I lost my lunch in the middle of it. At least something is going my way.” The crow thought with relief.

“Next up, we must apply the condom. Now, being as I am a fox, and Mr. Andrews is a crow, it is highly unlikely that I would be able to get pregnant should he ejaculate in me. However, it is still good practice to always wear a condom when having sex with a partner of any gender or species, as hybrids and cross-species STDs are possible, however unlikely. Now, I know that many of you think that condoms are bad, that they might not feel as good as not wearing one, or ‘going bareback’ in layman's terms. However, the consequences of an unplanned or unwanted pregnancy, or the impact of a sexually transmitted disease, is greater than a simple decline in personal gratification. So, watch carefully as I apply the condom.”

Ms. Loyan proceeded to tear the condom wrapper, she noted that she was using one tailored to Mr. Andrews’ type of penis, and placed the rolled-up rubber on the tip of the crow’s glans. Pinching the tip, she rolled down the condom until it completely covered the bird’s dick.

“See, nice and easy. However, it can be a bit difficult the first few times you use one. But with practice, you’ll be able to apply one just as quickly as I did. Makes getting to the fun part that much faster.” Ms. Loyan said with a smirk.

The naked fox then stood up, and walked over to the prepared desk that had been covered in a comfy sheet to help ease the solid surface beneath.

“Now then, Mr. Andrews, let’s begin.”

Now to the present once more… 

Mr. Andrews remained still, unable to get past that final mental hurdle needed to plunge his semi-hard dick into the waiting woman beneath him. Never in his life had he imagined that he’d be in a position of having sex with a female. The thought, he hated to admit, scared him. However, after what felt like an eternity to the bird, the waiting vixen gave him a gentle nudge. With a huge mental sigh, the crow did what he must, and aligned his penis with the vagina’s opening.

With a bit of a push, the bird’s tip sunk into the depths of its owner’s first female. With more mental than physical exertion, the crow kept going until he was buried to the hilt in heat. Mr. Andrews couldn’t describe the feeling, it just felt warm. He noted to himself that the vagina wasn’t as tight as a male’s asshole. Then, after confirmation from Ms. Loyan that she was ready, the crow slid out until only his tip remained, and delved back in once more. In and out the confused bird drove his equally confused member.

“I mean, physically it feels fine, more like a male who had been stretched out before I got there. It’s just everything else about this, the sight, the audience, the bastard in the corner. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get off.”

Mr. Andrews continued his duties on autopilot, just going through the simple motions of thrusting in and out of the vixen beneath him. The students watched with awe, more than a few had flushed faces and eyes filled with arousal. If it wasn’t for the rules against masturbaition, it was likely there would be more than just the two models’ pants on the floor. Ms. Loyan herself appeared to be enjoying the crow’s efforts.

“Well, at least she’s enjoying it. In an odd way it’s kinda flattering knowing that I can please a woman. Well, if I can’t get anything out of it, I should at least try to give her something.”

With an ego-driven confidence, the bird picked up his pace. Faster and faster he thrusted into the ever-wetter vagina. The vixen was unable to hold back a few grunts and groans. This brought a few cheers from the students.

“Hell yeah Mr. A, you’re learning how to treat a lady right.”
“Go Ms. Loyan, show that gay bird the superiority of females!”
“Keep going Mr. Andrews, you can make it.”

Principal Thomson, who hadn’t spoken a word the entire time, piped up to calm the rowdy students. The bulge in his khakis had not receded one bit however. Unfortunately, the bird couldn’t keep up his efforts, and was slowing down. Sensing it was unlikely that her colleague could finish without some help, she grabbed Andrew’s collar and brought him closer.

“We’re almost done. I’m getting close, but it’s obvious you’re not. Try closing your eyes and pretending I’m a sexy male that you were able to bring home or something.” Loyan whispered in Andrew’s ear.

Doubtful at the effectiveness of the suggestion, but desperate for anything at this point, the exhausted avian did as instructed. He closed his eyes, and began to imagine what it would be like if he got his way today. He imagined being paired with Mr. Otis, bending him over the desk, and listening to the mouse’s cute squeaks each time their hips met. He imagined replacing either Mr. Davis or Mr. Stavros, and encouraging his companion to breed him like a willing bitch in heat. He also imagined being paired with Mr. Mendez (who is rarely picked to do the demonstrations due to his size) and impressing everyone as the crow is able to take every inch of the stallion’s throbbing spear of flesh and the cheers when the horse erupts, filling the euphoric bird to his limits.

Surprisingly the tactic works, as Mr. Andrews finds himself getting harder, and plowing the vixen below with increased vigor. After an exhausting ten minutes of time, the crow cries out in struggling bliss. Ms. Loyan coos as she feels her colleague filling the condom, and experiences her own orgasm alongside him. Finally, the tired crow pulls out of the satisfied vixen to a loud applause from the students.

“Hell yeah Mr. A! We knew you could do it!”
“Guess he’s not as gay as he thought, that condom looks ready to burst!”
“Congrats Ms. L! You sure showed him how it’s really done!”

After another chiding from the principal, the students calmed down. After a bit more lecturing to recap all of the lessons and to answer any questions, the bell rang, and the excited students poured into the hallway, animatedly discussing the events they just witnessed. This left one emotionally drained avian, and one satisfied vulpine to gather themselves and begin to clean up. Mr. Thomson walked up and congratulated the pair on a successful demonstration.

“Although, I am a bit disappointed that you lost the beak-caps that were given to you Ms. Loyan, I expected better care from you.” Mr. Thomson remarked.
“My apologies Mr. Thomson, I must have misplaced them when I was setting up.” Ms. Loyan explained.
“Hmm, alright, but see to it that it doesn’t happen next time. Alright?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good, and good job Mr. Andrews. See? I told you you could do it. Just a simple demonstration.”
“Yes, simple.” The crow held back his rage.

After the mole left, Mr. Andrews turned to his colleague, who was dutifully tidying up and preparing for the next class.

“Uh, thanks, you know, for the advice. It really helped.”
“I’m glad I could help. I’m sorry that this mix up happened. Maybe I should have also spoken up or something.”
“Nah, it wouldn’t have changed anything. Convincing the School Board that they made a mistake would be a miracle.”

With a chuckle, Ms. Loyan bent down and opened one of the drawers in her desk. She retrieved a small plastic bag containing what appeared to be green pieces of silicone. She quickly dropped them into the garbage with a wink to the crow.

“Are those… the beak-caps? I thought you said you lost them.” Andrews inquired.
“Mhm. I wanted to do something to make it easier for you, and I thought this would be the most easy thing to lie about.”

The crow was stunned, and looked at the vixen with newfound appreciation.

“W-wow. Uhm, thanks. Thank you so much.” Andrews exasperated.
“No problem. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll be able to get away with it again. So, just be ready for tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Did you not remember that this is a three day course?”

The stunned bird could do nothing but stand there, mouth agape. In all of the stress and anger at the principal and the School Board, and the confusion during the demonstration, Mr. Andrews managed to block out that very important detail.

“Oh… Fuck…”

The End