Donna had been subbing for Mrs. Fuller for three weeks now, but she figured out who the troublemakers were the first day. Teenagers were always testing, looking for weakness, but were completely unsubtle. Mrs. Fuller had left an annotated seating chart, thank the gods, so she knew right away who shouldn't be sitting together. And of course they had tried to sit together, laughing too loud and casually cursing as they came in the door. She had sorted that, but even separated at different clusters they managed to carry on in a sort of parallel world where only they existed. She spent a disturbing amount of her class time dealing with just three boys. 
Not that most of the rest of the class was anything to give her that feeling of fulfillment she had sought when she went into teaching. She wanted eager young minds to help in their quest for wisdom, and instead she got a room full of bored, uninterested, or blatantly disruptive hormonal adolescents. And this was the GT class! She couldn't imagine what it must be like for the standard track history teachers. She sat at the teacher desk in the corner, eyes on the computer monitor, and questioned her choice of career for what might be the hundredth time this week. She didn't have to work, her own voice suggested inside her head. Her husband had a good job- salary, benefits, the whole deal. She was doing this because she wanted to. Wanted to make a difference. Then again, maybe the reason she and Scott had been trying to have a kid for the past year had something to do with wanting a reason to quit. Despite all the enthusiastic trying, she was still not pregnant, so there went that excuse. She'd be trying again in a couple of days, when her heat was due to hit. Perhaps this time would be different.
At the thought of that a twinge went through her belly and groin. Regardless of the results, trying was always fun. She squeezed her thighs together and felt warm- starting early this month? Or just thinking of her husband? She blinked and refocused on the computer screen. She had to resign herself to the fact that she probably won't be having a child anytime soon and should have a better attitude towards her job. Maybe teaching would be less discouraging if she had her own class, she thought. Mrs. Fuller was an imposing matriarchal figure- a badger sow who took no crap from students or principals, and she had outstayed four of those. Donna was, by comparison, a young thin sable ferret who hadn't yet perfected her "teacher stare". Or the voice. Oh, gods, that voice. Mrs. Fuller could have commanded armies. Donna wondered if the three morons behaved for her. 
The class was taking their Thursday quiz, so they were at least quiet for now. She heard the scratching of pens and pencils on paper, and looked up from time to time to make sure there was no funny business. She scanned the room. Most of them appeared busy, concentrating or at least looking confused at their papers. The quiz should have been a gimme for anyone who had been listening and doing the assigned reading. It wasn't supposed to be hard, just a review. But the kids always thought it was the end of the world. Well, some of them. There were some bright ones in the class. Deidre McDonald the skunk girl with the glasses, Mary... Mary something the deer girl who always wore dresses, and Josh Comstock the skinny white ferret boy who hadn't seemed to have shot up in height like the rest of them yet. They'd have most of the answers right, though she could barely read Deidre's handwriting. Dan, P.J. and Mike on the other hand would be lucky to get 4 of the 10 questions right. Or even try to. 
As she might have predicted, Dan put his pencil down and rubbed his muzzle and yawned, apparently finished with his quiz. He tilted his chair back, making it squeak, a stupid grin on his vulpine muzzle. He looked across the room to his buddies, who met his eyes and make some kind of disgusting throat noise only amusing to teenage boys. She let it pass. Dan started drumming his pencil on the edge of his desk, making Josh look up for a moment before continuing to write. Dan pretended to lose hold of his pencil and it flicked across the desks to skitter across Josh's paper. Josh just erased the errant mark and kept going. Dan raised his black-furred paw lazily. 
"Miss Baxter? I dropped my pencil."
Donna nodded. "I noticed. Are you done with your quiz?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Then you don't need the pencil."
"Can I go? I'm finished."
Donna gave him a toothy ferret grin. "Nope."
Dan made an overdramatic roll of his eyes and then looked over at Mike, as if to say, "Can you believe this bitch?" Mike smiled back and made some kind of signal with his long rabbit ears and Dan nodded, still leaning back in his squeaking chair. 
Donna frowned. Hell, it might be easier for everyone if she just let them go. It was last period and then the rest of the kids could at least finish in peace. Instead she decided to make him stew, and to keep an eye on him. She set some homework sheets printing on the little inkjet behind her. She could predict his game. She would turn to retrieve the printouts and he'd do something that would make his buddies (and possibly some of the rest of the class) laugh. She could see in the reflection off of a glass display case, however. She could see every time. But he was looking for a reaction, and she wasn't going to give it. 
She turned to collect the paper and watched in the glass. Sure enough, Dan jumped up out of his chair and made a hip-thrusting, butt-grabbing gesture in her direction. P.J. and Mike sniggered of course. A couple others. A gasp from Mary. Josh, she noticed, shook his head and shot Dan a narrow look. Dan flipped him off and sat back down before she turned back around. She said, "Settle down," in an almost perfunctory way. She wondered what Mrs. Fuller would have done. Or if Dan would have dared pantomime fucking the badger while her back was turned in the first place. 
Dan apparently had taken Josh's look as some kind of challenge. And it was certainly out of character for the ferret. He was a frequent target of theirs, and rarely did anything to defend himself. Donna had noticed that he didn't seem to walk in or out of the class with anyone, and rarely had anyone to talk to in the couple of minutes of bedlam before she would call them to order. She knew the kind, of course. Nerd. Geek. Dweeb. Whatever the word was these days. He was short and scrawny and couldn't talk in front of a group worth a damn. She tried to encourage him in ways that wouldn't earn him more abuse, but it was hard. She didn't want to make him into the teacher's pet and he didn't seek to be. He just did his work (and did it well) and kept his head down. But even that was a challenge for the louts. 
Dan was doing something. Donna couldn't figure out exactly what it was except that Josh was gripping his pencil tightly and staring daggers at the fox boy. Dan was muttering something under his breath and doing something with his paw, out of sight under the level of his desk where she couldn't see. Josh could see, though. Whatever it was had his attention. Dan was grinning, still muttering. Donna was about to tell him to knock it off when Josh suddenly exploded.
"Shut UP! Stop it! Leave me alone!"
The rest of the class looked up, some in alarm, some grinning like Dan. Josh was on the verge of tears, Donna could tell. She desperately wanted him to resist. There was nothing like tears to get the sharks circling. She got up and stormed (as best as she could without Mrs. Fuller's more massive presence) over to the cluster. 
"Is there a problem here, Mr. Connolly?" she demanded of the fox, arms crossed. She even tried "the look". 
The fox copped a defensive attitude, "Hey, I didn't start screaming and flipping out."
"Yes, but you caused it. And now everyone has to deal with your choice. What were you doing?"
It was the wrong question. It shouldn't have mattered. But some careless part of her wanted to know how he had made Josh so upset.
Dan's grin got wider. "Oh, see, I was just reminding cum-stuck here about his little accide-"
"SHUT UP YOU SHITFACE!" interrupted Josh, his ears and nose a livid pink, his fangs bared. 
Donna's head whipped around to look at the younger ferret. "You, after class. Staying."
Dan was silently laughing and pointing. She whipped her head back to him. "You too." He shrugged. Josh crossed his arms and rested his head on them, face down. Crying, maybe. He never got into trouble. 
The last ten minutes was spent in awkward silence, while she stood in the middle of the class and glared at anyone who looked at either of the two boys. She told them to leave the quizzes on their desks when the bell rang and most of the other students wasted no time leaving, both to escape school and the tense little scene in the room. P.J. and Mike could be heard muttering something as they passed Dan and Josh, high-fiving Dan in the process. She ushered them out and closed the door.
"You know, Dan, I've had about enough of your stupid crap." Donna could feel her professionalism draining away. Dan's misbehavior was relatively minor today, but she felt enraged, her face hot, her eyes wide in their dark-furred ferret mask. She struggled with her temper. How was she supposed to handle discipline issues like this? "Is there a reason you try so hard to annoy everyone else in class? Do you act like this when Mrs. Fuller is here?"
Dan just shrugged again, and looked out the window. 
Donna offered, "If you're having trouble with the material, you know you can come in before first bell and I'll help you, right?"
Dan snorted and said something under his breath, but Donna caught enough of it to feel justified in getting in his face, leaning over the desk menacingly. "And THAT will get you fired from a job someday, though I'm not sure how you'll get one without having learned anything. Or do you expect to sit around acting like a jerk all your life?"
"Better than being a substitute teacher."
Donna stormed to Mrs. Fuller's desk and grabbed the pad of pink slips from a drawer, pens and a box of staples flying in the wake of her rage. She scrawled out Dan's name and hers in the correct blanks and tore it from the pad, shoving it against his chest. "Saturday detention. Eight AM sharp. Now get out."
The fox got up, still grinning. He said to Josh, who still had his face buried against his arms, "Check your pants before you stand up, cum-stuck."
That got the reaction Dan wanted out of Josh, who looked up and seethed and almost appeared like he was going to attack the taller, heavier fox boy. Dan paused, inviting the ferret with an open-palmed gesture. Come at me.
Donna bellowed, "OUT!" and Dan snorted and left, with an insufferable lazy stride. She collapsed into the seat across from Josh and rubbed her temples. Her head felt a little swimmy and her hackles were up. That had gone poorly. She realized she had no control over them. And worse, they realized it too. 
Josh didn't seem very talkative. After an awkward minute or three, Donna finally sighed, "Josh, what was that all about?"
Josh answered in a muffled voice because he would not raise his head. "Nothing."
"No, that was not nothing. I've never heard you raise your voice, let alone swear."
Josh's shoulders began to quake and Donna could tell he was crying, though silently. She wanted to reach out and stroke his head and ears. Poor boy. She could totally do this teaching thing if it was just one kid. Maybe two. Her kids. It would be even better if they were hers. She could home-school them even! She had the credentials. But first she had to have them, and for some reason it hadn't happened yet, though not for lack of trying. She was starting to think Scott might be infertile. She was broken out of her musing by Josh's hoarse question.
"Am I gonna h-have to go to Saturday detention too?"
He sounded terrified, and Donna could understand. Stuck in what amounted to an open jail cell for four hours with Dan and whoever else had earned themselves the honor this week. She reached over and patted his arm. "No, no honey. I wasn't going to send you to detention. I wanted to talk to you, though. Dan made you pretty mad. What happened there?"
"I... I don't want to talk about it."
"I might be able to help."
The boy just shook his head, and wouldn't meet her eyes.
Donna persisted, "Dan won't leave you alone if he knows something that makes you that upset. You know that, right?"
Josh sniffed and studied his claws. "Yeah, I know. Those guys have hated me since sixth grade. They're always pushing me in the hall and messing around with my stuff and and..." he started to cry again, the tears leaking through the fur of his cheeks.
"What did they do this time?"
"Nothing. It was my fault."
Donna remembered that Dan had started to say something about an accident. Something embarrassing, surely. Maybe she shouldn't pry further. But she hated to hear him blaming himself for the abuse. She said, "Hey, look at me." Josh obeyed. He had green eyes, moist now with his tears. He looked like a miniature version of Scott, she realized. She stared into his eyes for a little longer than she had meant to, but regained her focus and said, "It is not your fault that they bully you. Ok?"
Josh nodded, but didn't look convinced. Though at least now she had his attention. Well, most of his attention. He kept flitting his gaze down to her chest. Gods! Even the smart ones couldn't help themselves. He probably didn't even know he was doing it. 
"Eyes up here, please."
Josh swallowed and dropped his gaze entirely. "Sorry, Mrs. Baxter."
Donna supposed she couldn't really blame the boy. She was only 24, still perky and trim and his species, after all. She waved it off. "Never mind. Let's talk about how you're not going to let them get to you tomorrow."
"It's not just them. It's everyone- everyone s-saw." He was melting down again. 
Donna grabbed his paws before he could cover his face with them. "Shh, shhh honey it's ok. I can guarantee that nothing that happens in middle school matters once you graduate. When I was a little younger than you, a friend of mine sneaked up behind me at lunch and made a loud noise and I was so startled that I wet my pants. It was awful for the rest of that year- but everyone forgot by the next."
"This is worse."
"Oh yeah? Worse than every kid in school trying to make you wet your pants again?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Why not? I just told you I got picked on in school too."
"Because you're a girl."
Donna's curiosity was quickly overcoming her common sense. She was picking an open wound, but she felt like she had to tease this out of him. "What, did one of them catch you playing with yourself?"
Josh's eyes widened and he stammered, "I w-wasn't doing it on purpose! Honest! But it happened anyway! I don't... I just... I was just sitting in math and my sh-shorts were feeling tight and it felt kinda nice I guess and I wasn't even touching anything and all of a sudden it... it went off! And it wouldn't stop. I wanted it to stop and Mrs. Hernandez wouldn't let me go to the bathroom because I had already gone once that period and everyone was looking at me and everyone could see. They knew what happened." He wouldn't look at her now.
She squeezed the paw she was still holding. That was worse than her story, she had to admit. "It's ok, Josh. I'm sorry it happened in front of everyone. Being a teenage boy does have its problems, I guess. I used to be envious, you know. I thought we girls had it worse, with monthly heat cycles." She shifted in her seat. She imagined Josh sitting in class, squirming in his chair, shorts tight, when suddenly a dark spot appears at the top, spreading as he ejaculates, the scent of ferret semen rising. She blinked and shook her head. Where did that come from?
Josh was blushing in his round ears now. Donna wondered if the boy had an erection right now. She said, "If you don't want your body to betray you like that again, I think you should probably take care of it before you leave for school in the morning, huh?"
Josh said in a small voice, "I do."
Donna's eyes widened just a little. She thought of all that wasted sperm. She thought of Scott. She looked at Josh. She found herself speaking before she even realized it.
"I could help you."
Josh looked up at her. "W-what?"
Donna had a paw over her mouth, not quite believing what she just said. She slowly lowered her fingers, revealing her mouth slightly open. She licked her lips and said, "Well, um, what I mean is..." What did she mean? She could help him? What, jerk off? Where was she going with this? She saw the news- it seemed every week another teacher was caught having sex with one of her students. She had wondered why they did it, how they could be so careless. Now she had an idea. And she realized she could do it. She could escape from this frustrating disappointing career as a glorified babysitter and have her own children who she could raise and teach. And if Scott couldn't quite get the job done, well, he'd never know. The boy had the same eyes, the same fur.
She put her paws on the desk and started again. "What I mean is, we could help each other. Just between us, ok? I need- I've been trying, that is, my husband and I, we want to start a family, but it hasn't- you understand what I'm saying?"
Josh sat in semi-shock, mouth open and eyes wide. "Y-you want me to... to help you? What about your husband?"
Donna said, "He looks an awful lot like you, Josh. No one has to know. No one can know, ok? Do you think you can keep it a secret?"
The boy nodded rapidly. She felt suddenly guilty. She was going to take advantage of this fragile young male, not to mention the betrayal of her mate. But she had committed, in her mind. She convinced herself that letting him mate with her would give him a big boost to his confidence. Maybe he'd stop being so shy and timid! It would be good for him, surely. 
She stood up and walked to the classroom door, clicking the lock in the handle. She said, "Are you ready? My heat cycle will probably start tomorrow, but that's all right. Sperm can live in the vagina for about 48 hours."
Josh got to his feet as well, but he just stood there, not knowing what to do. His shorts were tented noticeably and he quivered in a mixture of excitement and terror. She came back from the door and gently took his paw and led him back to Mrs. Fuller's desk, which was out of sight of the window set in the door. He followed and stammered, "M-M-Mrs. Baxter I don't... I'm too young to be a dad, aren't I?"
Donna sat in the chair behind the desk and nodded. "Far too young. But you won't be a dad. My husband will be the dad. You're just helping me, helping us out, ok?"
Josh nodded but did nothing. Donna realized he had no idea what to do. All the kids had had sex ed at least twice by now, but they don't teach experience in that, did they? Now there was a thought! They should let them pair off outside their species and get some practice. She pulled Josh into a hug and stroked his back gently. "You don't have to, ok? I just thought you'd like to."
Josh inhaled her musky ferret scent, just as she was sampling his up close. He said, "I want to. I might not last long. I don't want you to be mad."
Donna grinned and pulled back to kiss his nose. "I know. Remember, I'm looking for sperm and you're looking for some release, right? We also don't have a real long time here. Your bus won't wait for you." She stood up and unbuttoned her slacks, peeling them and her panties down to just above her knees. She then knelt on the floor with her elbows resting on the desk chair, her bottom exposed and tilted up at the young hob. Her tail flicked up and she looked back at him.
He almost ran. She could see the conflict in the agitated flick of his tail and how he glanced back at the door. But instinct won. He hastily undid his shorts and pulled them and his white cotton briefs down. His ferret cock bounced free immediately, pink and curved and achingly erect, shiny at the tip where he had been leaking pre-cum. He was small compared to Scott, of course, but that didn't matter to Donna. The white fuzzy orbs underneath held what she was looking for. He clumsily got down on his knees as well, behind her.
Donna helpfully shifted her knees apart as far as her slacks would allow and wiggled her butt at him. His paws found her bottom and stroked the dark fur there. He dipped his nose in between her thighs and sniffed loudly. She giggled and admonished, "Another time, maybe, Josh. Come on."
He withdrew his nose and shuffled forward on his knees. The tip of his cock kissed her vulva and she fought the urge to just push back and engulf him. But this was probably a pretty important moment for him. She could let him savor it. He pushed forward and her petals opened for him, engulfing him in her wet heat. He shuffled his knees once more and then he was flush with her hips, his twitching shaft buried to the hilt in her. He gasped and both paws squeezed her rear.
"Gonna blow, Josh?"
He was biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut. Fighting it. 
She squeezed her kegels and rolled her hips in a little circle. "Don't fight it. I want you to cum inside me. Squirt all your sperm up into my belly so that I can have a baby."
She probably didn't need to add the verbal assault. She could tell he had already lost his foolish battle after she gave him that squeeze. He didn't thrust beyond that first penetration, he just stayed buried as deep as he could get in her jill-sex, which was certainly deep enough, as his tip was only an inch or so from her cervix. He gasped again and groaned, the uncontrollable wave cresting over him as his cock suddenly steeled inside her and started spurting wildly into her unprotected vagina. He shuddered and came, adding more and more ropes of potent adolescent spunk. Donna tried to simulate her own orgasm for him by squeezing rhythmically, but it took a lot more stimulation to bring her off for real, though she had to admit this was the hottest thing she'd done in a long time. She might have to give herself some attention once Josh had left. Or attack Scott when he got home. She thrilled with the giddy thought of Scott's cum mingling with Josh's. She'd just let a teenager impregnate her! The thought bounced around her head, gathering bits of lust and guilt and fear as it went.
Josh was coming back to earth, his eyes half-open and his mouth gaping as he continued to twitch inside her. He gave her everything he thought he had and kept spasming even after he had run dry. Then he sat back on his feet, his shaft following, shiny and spent. Immediately his semen started to leak from Mrs. Baxter's pussy and she chirped! She put a paw over her vulva and struggled to her feet. She looked around the desk and spied the box of tissues on the far edge and grabbed two, stuffing them against her labia and then pulling her panties up to hold them in place.
She looked down at the dazed teen and asked, "Feel good?"
He nodded, watching her seal his semen inside her. Possibly considering the actual gravity of what they had just done. She smiled. "Good! Thank you for helping me, Josh. Hopefully our little secret will remind you that life isn't always cruel, when the others try to make you feel small."
Josh struggled to his feet and she waited for him to pull his shorts back up before hugging him. "Remember, all Dan can do is air hump me. You got the real thing." He buried his face against her chest and she said, "Don't be late for your bus!" He nodded and pulled away, staggering towards his desk to grab his backpack and then heading out the door. Donna sat down when the door closed behind him and stared at it. She said out loud, "Oh gods. I really did it."

An hour later, as she was heading across the lot to her car so she could get home, she heard a voice calling to her from the school cafeteria doors.
"Mrs. Baxter!"
She turned her head and looked. A short white-furred ferret was loping across the lot towards her. Her blood turned cold as she recognized Josh. He quickly reached her where she had stopped. He said, panting, "I missed the bus. Could you give me a ride?" She looked down, and noticed the boy's once again tented shorts. Oh gods.

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