Anissa sat alone in the classroom, the quiet hum of the academy echoing around her. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting warm patterns on the polished floor. The walls, adorned with heroic murals, reminded her of the legacy she was now a part of. She had been preparing for the day ahead, but her thoughts drifted as the silence wrapped around her.
Just then, Lira entered the room, her presence commanding immediate attention. The other teacher moved with grace, her confidence radiating as she approached Anissa. "Hey, if you're ever feeling overwhelmed with this new curriculum. I know your area is focused mainly around combat, and this whole thing is rather new even to those of us that teach, but I want you to know that I am just a whisper away," Lira said, her voice smooth and inviting. Lira was the type of Viltrumite who was attracted to well-functioning members of the community, but more so, the performing female Viltrumites. They inspired her, and she saw them as mentors from far away, not anything sexual… that is, until she started getting closer to Anissa.
As Lira leaned in slightly, Anissa felt the heat radiating from her, the allure undeniable. Lira's D-cup breasts hung enticingly in front of Anissa, and she found herself captivated. As someone born with only male genitalia for some reason, even though she was supposed to be a pure blooded Viltrumite, some studies in Viltrum could trace some of their ancestors breeding with a non-Viltrumite, hence the mutation. Anissa found herself attracted to the fit curvy bodies of the female Viltrum body, but had never acted on her feelings yet, and would rather channel all that energy in her training, making her one of the fastest Viltrumites if not the fastest Viltrumite in the empire.
Anissa gulped silently, grateful that the desk she was seated at covered her lower region, hiding her futa cock. The contact sent a shiver down her spine, her pulse quickening with each passing moment.
Lira's breath brushed tantalizingly against Anissa's ear. "Teaching is a journey, not a destination," she continued, her voice silky smooth. "You're doing great, but don't hesitate to lean on those who can help. After all, I have been doing this for a while, as an instructor and examiner." Being one of the few Viltrumites that taught she was one of the few strong enough to survive the civil war
Anissa nodded, her heart racing as Lira's hand gently brushed her shoulder, sending shivers down her spine. 'This is not the time to get distracted,' Anissa thought, forcing herself to focus.
With a final smile, Lira stepped back and left the room, the door closing softly behind her. Anissa was now alone, the weight of the moment lingering in the air. As she glanced around the empty classroom, her mind began to wander.
With ten minutes to spare before class began, Anissa found herself battling an internal struggle. She couldn't shake the lingering desire from Lira's touch, the warmth still echoing on her skin. The tension coiled within her, and the thought of relieving herself crept into her mind. But as a role model and teacher, she knew she should maintain her professionalism.
'Maybe just a quick release,' she contemplated, glancing toward the door to ensure no one was coming. She shifted in her seat, feeling the familiar ache of her futa cock beneath the loincloth. It had been far too long since she had experienced release, and the temptation was becoming harder to resist.
She began to touch herself, allowing her fingers to explore gently, the tension inside her building. But just as she felt the familiar waves of pleasure starting to wash over her, she suddenly froze at the sound of approaching footsteps.
Anissa quickly pulled her hand away, a rush of anxiety coursing through her. She sat up straight, grateful for the desk that hid her arousal. The students began to file into the classroom, their chatter filling the air as they settled into their seats.
"Good morning, everyone!" Anissa greeted, forcing a smile as she regained her composure. The warmth of the moment faded, replaced by the rush of adrenaline from her near-miss. "Today, we're going to dive deeper into infantry tactics, specifically focusing on teamwork and psychological strategies."
The students perked up, their interest piqued. However, Anissa couldn't shake the feeling of dread that loomed at the back of her mind. She could sense three specific students—Selena, Katya, and Mia—whispering among themselves in the corner, their eyes glinting with mischief. Known for their sharp tongues and icy glares, these popular mean girls held a notorious reputation that sent shivers down the spines of their peers.
"Let's start with a discussion," Anissa continued, projecting confidence despite the flutter of anxiety in her stomach. "Can anyone explain the role of an infantry unit in modern warfare?"
Selena raised her hand, a smirk playing on her lips. "Only if you can tell us how someone like you, who spends all her time conquering planets, can teach us about strategy," she shot back, repeating what she said in the previous class, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
'Bitch, this course has to be taught by someone like me who has subjugated planets successfully, the one's that didn't died.' Anissa shook her head in thought. Selena wasn't stupid, but this was just baiting. What did Selena have to gain by making her react?
The classroom erupted in murmurs, the tension palpable. Anissa felt her frustration building, but kept her composure. "Let's redirect this conversation," she said, her voice steady. "Infantry units rely on discipline, training, and unity. If you think you can challenge me, let's see how well you know your own strategy."
'If I act now, given how pent up I am, I might not hold back. Deep breaths.' Anissa thought as she practiced her breathing technique.
At that moment, what looked like a goth girl named Flora entered the room, her dark eye bags hinting at sleepless nights, but her presence was undeniably striking. Her B-cup breasts accentuated her slim frame, while her thick waist gave her a plump, round ass that was noticeable as if making up for soft perky boobs even beneath her baggy attire. She moved with an air of confidence that contrasted sharply with her aesthetic, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall.
"So, you think you can teach us about emotions?" Flora challenged, a smirk playing on her lips. "That's a bold move for someone who's just a Viltrum warrior."
'What is it with everyone and testing my patience now? If I were Thragg I would fuck you were you stand!' Anissa thought to herself as her breathing technique was cut short. She was the patient type who knew when to strike and when to hold back, as shown in the comics and the show.
Anissa forgot to read through today's course outline and was also surprised, as the goth girl who brought up the question, making things harder for herself, given that she had to take care of a 'problem'. This course was quite the experiment and something that no Viltrumite had even considered, given their general temperament.
And to show how this was such an uncharted area, the course was even given an optional topic to teach but it was something one of the higher up strategists and General Luka had noticed in a few worlds history and battles, having a connection and a final result after breaking down their similarities which led to this topic that could be laughed at in this era of Viltrumites. As far-fetched as it may be, this was something Thragg was willing to experiment on, but which Viltrumites would willingly want to be reprogrammed like that? Hence the use of the halfbloods!
Thragg had seen worlds where certain elite squads were created to deal with certain problems. Their goals, visions and missions differed from the norm of the people, but they got the job they were given done. And what better subjects to test this on than this particular set of Viltrumites?
Anissa met Flora's gaze, her jaw tightening at the challenge and tried to make things up as she went, after all, this was uncharted territory for her.
"Emotions are not weakness; they can be a tool. You'd do well to remember that," she replied, her voice steady. But even as those words came out of her mouth, she pondered them.
Anissa's eyes wandered over Flora's shapely figure for a bit before she sighed as she too tried to understand and teach this foreign material in real time. She would have to study this later, but right now she had to put her desires at bay.
As Anissa continued her lecture, she could sense the mean girls attempting to undermine her authority at every turn. They were not just rivals—they were intelligent, wielding their understanding of psychological tactics like weapons. The way they handled conversations and manipulated their peers showcased a skill that was foreign to Anissa's warrior upbringing. Just what were they learning before she came in here to teach?
She pushed forward with the lesson, guiding the discussion toward teamwork and strategy. The students began to engage with one another, sharing ideas and tactics, but the undercurrent of tension from the mean girls lingered. Anissa could feel Selena's eyes on her, assessing, plotting.
Once the presentations concluded, Anissa praised the students for their creativity and insight, but she couldn't ignore the gnawing sense of inadequacy that lingered. 'I need to learn more,' she thought, frustration simmering beneath her surface.
After class, as students filtered out, Anissa felt a mix of pride and uncertainty about her performance. While many students adored her, the challenges posed by the mean girls and their cunning psychological tactics made her question her place.
With her mind racing, Anissa returned to her quarters, ready to reflect on the day's events and prepare for the next challenge. As she lay back on her bed, her body still humming from the remnants of desire, she resolved to embrace her role as both a warrior and a mentor, determined to prove herself in the days to come.
As she settled into bed, the weight of her struggles felt heavy upon her. Despite her exhaustion, desire pulsed through her veins, her futa cock heavy and unrelieved, a reminder of her pent-up frustrations. As she closed her eyes, she began to touch herself, the tension of the day lingering in her mind.
But as her hand moved, the waves of pleasure eluded her. It had been too long since she had experienced release, and tonight was no different. She struggled to find that sweet spot, her body yearning for the relief that felt just out of reach.
Anissa's frustration mounted, her breathing becoming erratic as she fought to push past the barrier that kept her from cumming. She cursed under her breath, feeling the weight of her desires and the challenges that lay ahead.
In a moment of desperation, she punched her bed in frustration, the impact echoing through the room. The bed creaked ominously, and Anissa felt a pang of alarm as she realised she had damaged it. 'Great, now I'll have to order a new one tomorrow,' she thought, her irritation mingling with the unresolved tension in her body.
Yet, in that moment of vulnerability, she knew one thing: she would continue to grow, to learn, and to embrace the complexities of her new role. With each challenge she faced, she would become stronger—both as a warrior and a mentor.
And as she lay there, her body betraying her desires, she felt a flicker of determination ignite within her. Tomorrow was another day, another opportunity to prove herself, and she would not let her struggles define her.
With that thought lingering in her mind, Anissa drifted into a restless sleep, ready to face whatever challenges awaited her at Viltrum Academy the next day, although pent-up.
Who do you think is going to pop Anissa's boner first out of all the possible characters mentioned so far?
Out of all the students who is likely to become 'Thragg' amongst the halbloods and with this new school of thought coming up in Viltrum, how will the coalition of planets fare?
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