“Ladies!” The two girls stopped touching each other and looked up at me from their desks. “You may explore each others body after class not during! Do I have to change your schedule or can you refrain from finding all the fun spots for another hour?”
They hissed in compliance and sat up in their desks.
“Yes I’m sure you will find how to use the agility of your tongues to mutual delight tonight, but right now the assignment is how to use those tongues to deliver controlled amounts of hallucinogenic venom to your prey. Now, if you haven’t discovered already, you have barbs on the tip of your tongues.”
The two horrors looked like white teenage school girls in plaid skirts and white shirts. Long light brown hair had escaped being braided and I wondered if they were taught that yet. Except for their face and hands, they looked human. Their hands ended in talons instead of blunt fingers.
They didn’t have a face. Just a gaping maw from hairline to chin, ear to ear. Barbs lined the jaw-less orifice, pointing in so what entered could not escape. Small jagged shark like teeth lined the rim but was covered by a retractable sheath so the tongue wouldn’t be hurt.
That tongue is what was getting my two students in trouble. Long, flexible, retractable, highly sensitive to touch and I suspect scent, it was capable of being literally wrapped around their head. They were exploring how to sense with it, and in the process exploring the different tastes that their bodies can produce.
“If you two give each other a yeast infection because you haven’t learned how to control the pH levels of your saliva yet, it is going to be a very miserable class. Knock it off!”
I was writing on the board with my back to them but my teacher-sense had kicked in. They stopped. For a second. Then I heard one trying to taste the other but she went too far.
When the crying started I turned around. Horror One was sitting prim and proper with her hands held neatly on the table. But I could see her skirt had been pushed up.
Horror Two was whimpering and holding her tongue. She was missing about an inch from the tip.
I was not surprised to find the horrors have vagina dentata.
“Are we done with snack time?” Horror One nodded and hissed affirmatively. Horror Two held up her tongue. “It regenerates. Deal with it.” She lowered her head and whimpered her acceptance.
Class continued with few interruptions.
Later as I was having my (vegetarian) lunch, one of the other teachers came and sat next to me. His body was stitched together from several different donors. Kinda looked like a spider. With ten arms and an artificially elongated neck with metal rods to give it structure and articulation. He was drinking a blended something with a loopy crazy straw.
“Heard you got the twins. Normally we don’t hand the sub the problems. Sorry about that.”
I waved him off. “The girls and I came to an understanding. They pay attention to the lesson so I don’t rip out their organs and eat them.”
His slurping stopped. “Wait. I thought they were making it up! You really did do that?” He unlocks the rods in his neck so he could lower his head to inspect me both above and under the table. “You look human…”
“I am. When I don’t need to be otherwise.”
He held his head upright and locked the metal rods back in place. “So. Um. Since you’ve demonstrated you can handle the twins…”
“Another problem student?”
“Breathes fire. Which most of us on staff are weak against.” He looks at me again. “And so are humans. You don’t have to…”
I grinned a predator’s smile. “Fire is a specialty of mine. Just make sure the room can handle sustained high temperatures and thermal shocks.”
“After lunch. We’re entitled to a full hour, and we’re going to take it.” He sucked up a scrap of flesh. It looped through the crazy straw and was slurped greedily by the administrator.