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Disclaimer: This takes place 12 years after the events in Bandit I & II. Fenton, an anthro-ferret, is the son of Bandit (a feral ferret) and Cindy (a human).

One of the first schools on the planet Quelchion IV has been opened just a few years ago, and Fenton Ferret, an anthro-ferret, was on his way to his Biology class. There were many students of various sizes, forms, spots, and stripes in the hallway going to their classes. There seemed to be a good distribution of anthros, ferals, humans, and the occasional alien. The ferals were on their way to a section of the school called the Feral Wing, because they have difficulty writing with their paws or hooves and are educated differently than other students.

When Fenton arrived in his class, he sat in the back. Fenton was quite shy and embarassed, because he knew what Miss Hutchison was going to be teaching about. Miss Hutchison was a very attractive, large, and well built anthro-horse in her late thirties.

"Good morning class," said Miss Hutchison, "I am going to be teaching about a very important topic that you all need to learn about: Yiff Education."

Some students cheered, others giggled, while Fenton was in the back of the classroom trying not to be noticed.

"The Yiff Ed curriculum will touch up on many important details of reproduction and genetics that we studied last semester. Before we get started," said Miss Hutchison, "I'll be asking some review questions from last semester. For the first question, what are two ways an anthro can be conceived?"

Most paws were raised, since this was a very easy question for them. "Spencer?" she asked an anthro canine.

"Two anthros will do," replied Spencer. "Also, a feral and a human make an anthro."

"Very good," said Miss Hutchison. "Now who can tell me what is the offspring of a feral and an anthro?"

"I am!" said one little voice.

"Can you be more specific, Belinda?"

"A feral and an anthro will have a 50/50 chance of either producing a feral or an anthro offspring," Belinda replied.

"Very good," said Miss Hutchison. "Now can you tell us about yourself as an example?"

"Yes ma'am," Belinda continued, "I happen to be an anthro-ferret/skunk. My daddy was a feral ferret and my mom was an anthro-skunk. My half brother is over there in the back all nervous and stuff," she said pointing to the back where an embarrassed Fenton sat.

"Belinda," Fenton said annoyedly. What added to his embarrassment is that she had to indirectly bring up the brief affair their father Bandit had with the anthro-skunk Mileena, the mother of Belinda. They always teased each other about that.

"Now can anyone tell me what happens when two hybrid ferals were to produce offspring?" she asked.

An anthro-hyena answered, "I guess their babies are made of four species?"

"No," she answered. "Someone else?"

An anthro-fox answered, "the offspring will still be two species, but it inherits one species from the dad, and one from the mom."

"Correct!" said Miss Hutchison. "That is why we don't ever see any ferals who are more than two species. But remember, anthros can inherit up to two feral species, rendering them technically three-species in one."

"Now that we did our brief review," said Miss Hutchison, "I will now begin the fundamentals of Yiff Education." Again, there was more cheering and giggling.

"Fenton," said Miss Hutchison. "There's no need to hide yourself. Yiff is nothing to be ashamed about." Everyone laughed. "Hush everyone, this is a serious and mature topic not to laugh at."

Despite the humiliation, Fenton tried his best to listen to the lesson. Miss Hutchison described how her human father stood on a hay bale to make love with her mother, a feral mare. She taught this in a professional manner. She also talked in detail about other combinations of species mating, and how the penises fit into the vaginas, and how the sperm fertilizes the eggs, etc. She also talked about homosexual relations.

When the lesson was over, class was dismissed. Some of them laughed at Fenton for being nervous about the lesson, and chanted "Fenton's afraid of Yiff! Fenton's afraid of Yiff!"

Fenton was the last in line to leave, but before he could leave, Miss Hutchison said, "Fenton, please stay for a moment, I need to talk to you."

"Yes, ma'am," he said. "Am I... um, in trouble?" He asked nervously. He was quite intimidated by her, because she was twice his height, and likely 10 times his weight.

"Not at all," Miss Hutchison said. "Please have a seat."

Fenton breathed a sigh of relief and sat down at a desk.

"I'm sorry the others made fun of you," the teacher said. "But you did seem very nervous about today's lesson. Would you like some private tutoring?"

"I guess so," Fenton said.

"Okay," she said. "I'll call your parents and let them know I'm tutoring you." After she called them, she said, "follow me to my hovercar." Fenton followed her to her vehicle, which was custom fit to allow her height of 7 feet. After she got in, Fenton went into the passenger side, and just about fell into the cushion due to his tiny size.

On the way to her house, Fenton asked, "Miss Hutchison, do you have a husband?"

"No, I haven't found the right male yet," Miss Hutchison answered. "Oh, and, you can call me Ginger."

Fenton was rather comforted by his teacher's pleasant tone. This helped him gradually become at peace with himself, and was no longer very nervous. When they arrived at her house, Fenton followed Ginger inside.

Fenton and Ginger stood in the living room, Fenton looking up at Ginger, and Ginger looking down. "Fenton," Ginger said as she petted the soft fur on his head, "you are a very cute and sweet boy."

Fenton blushed and said, "and you're my nicest teacher ever."

"Why thank you," Ginger said. "Here," she said, gently picking up Fenton and letting him lay in her arms. "Let me take you to where you're going to be tutored." Carrying Fenton in her arms, Ginger brought him to her bedroom.

"What are you going to do?" asked Fenton.

"First, please sit on my bed," said Ginger. Her large bed was rather high for him, so it was quite a leap for Fenton to get onto it. Then Ginger sat next to him. She began by gently rubbing Fenton's shoulders. "You're so tense," she said.

"I think I'm alright," said Fenton, "please keep going." He began to feel calm as Ginger was massaging him some more. "Um, Ginger?"

"Yes, cutie?"

"I remember what you taught in school today," said Fenton. "...about what happens to the boy when he is ready to, um... yiff."

"Can you tell me?"

"Well," said Fenton, "it's happening to me."

"Oh?" Ginger said, looking down at Fenton with interest.

"My, um, thing, is big and stiff now," said Fenton.

"Mind if I touch it?" asked Ginger.

"Go ahead," said Fenton. Ginger reached down Fenton's pants, and touched his young member. It stiffened each time she touched it.

"You're very well endowed for a youngster," Ginger said. She took a whiff of his musky ferret smell, and became aroused from it. "Oh, little darling," she said, taking off her shirt, then her bra. "Do you know what to do with these?" she asked, showing him her enormous breasts.

"I think so," said Fenton, as he slowly began to reach for them.

"Yes," moaned Ginger as Fenton put his hands on her soft brown breasts. He was doing a circular rubbing motion. "That's good. You're doing so good!"

"I love these!" said Fenton. "I never knew I would love breasts so much!"

"Now for the good part," said Ginger. She lay on her bed, and then began to take off her panties, throwing them across the room. The panties were easily big enough for Fenton to use as a blanket.

"What's that wonderful smell?" asked Fenton.

"It's me," answered Ginger. "I'm in heat." The scent of Ginger's equine heat was overwhelming to Fenton.

"I know what to do now," said Fenton, taking off his pants. He climbed closer to her wet, lush vulva, while making humping motions, until finally, score.

"Yes!" cried Ginger orgasmically as Fenton was thrusting in and out of her. Both of them were making sounds of extreme pleasure; a deep, booming female voice and a boyish high-toned male voice that hasn't yet even cracked. While continuing to yiff his teacher, Fenton was reaching for her breasts which were above his head.

After several minutes of pure bliss, Fenton made one last squeal of pleasure as pump after pump of sperm squirted into his much larger mate. He stayed inside her, hugging her massive torso for a moment before pulling out.

"That... was some great tutoring, Ginger," said Fenton.

"And you get an A+ for this project," said Ginger, petting him. "It's time for me to take you home now."

When Fenton was dropped off at his house, he hugged and kissed Ginger goodbye before going inside his house. His mother Cindy was inside cooking dinner. "Hi mom!" he said.

"Hi, Fenton," she said. "So how was the tutoring?"

"It... was, um," began Fenton, "the best tutoring I've ever had! I... uh, I learned a lot!"

"I'm glad it worked out for you," Cindy said. "Maybe you'll even get laid soon."

"I already...." Fenton said accidentally, "...I mean, I will of course!" he continued, trying to hide what really happened.

The next day, Ginger once again asked Fenton to stay after class. She confronted him earnestly, putting her hand on his shoulder. "I'm pregnant," she said.

....To be continued?