As a driving instructor, you get all kinds of inexperienced and dangerous students. And while I can handle the occasional idiot preppy kid, I can't stand it whenever I'm scheduled to give a driving test and I show up and the driver is a fucking catgirl. In truth, catgirls are far, far worse than those spoiled rich kids. The government is trying to integrate them further into human society, and that means that even if they make a near fatal mistake during the test, I couldn't end the lesson early. Bullshit, right? And what's worse, they're all astoundingly dumb. Like, I swear you can send some of these catgirls into serious contemplation by asking them basic addition. I'm not kidding.
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I stood outside the driving school waiting for my next student to arrive for their scheduled test. Dread was building up inside me, because when I reviewed her file earlier today, she'd been pretty clearly unqualified. And it was no surprise, because the name on the file was "Kuroi-san", all but guaranteeing she was another braindead catgirl. My thoughts were interrupted when I saw an old Honda Civic pull into the parking lot. With a sigh, I crossed my arms, and two figures got out. Two catgirls. One was a motherly woman with glasses and shoulder-length brown hair. The other was a teenage girl with long black hair that fell down her back. Their ears stuck up above the top of their heads, giving them something of a raccoon look about them, and both had tails. I almost sighed loudly, but I knew there were repercussions to showing my disappointment with their entire race. I stepped forward as Kuroi-san approached.
"You're Kuroi, right?" I said in my best attempt to be monotone.
"Nyahahaha! Iws me, kuwoi-san! i'm weady tuwu conquew the dwiving test!" She posed proudly, sending a pang of cringe straight through me like a bullet piercing my heart. Then her eyes narrowed at me dramatically. "I cawn't wait tuwu stawt!" she meowed. Her voice was garbled under a heavy cutesy accent, so heavily in fact that it was giving me a headache.
The older woman put her hand in front of her daughter, and said in a surprisingly clear voice, "Can we talk for a moment in private, instructor?"
"Of course." I nodded and led her to a small break room. Once we were alone, she turned to me with a grim expression. "She's terrible, instructor. I'm sorry."
"No offense, but we do have quite a lot of trouble with teaching catgirls to drive. They just aren't intelligent enough to pass the tests."
A catgirl herself, the mother seemed a bit hurt, but understood. "Yes, I know. But I really need my daughter to pass this time." She looked directly at me. "Please do your best to go a bit easier on her."
"Whether she passes or fails the driving test is all on her." I stated flatly.
She nodded, and then put her hand on my thigh. "Of course. But if you could forgive some mistakes and get her to pass, I'm sure I would be most appreciative."
My cock twitched at the touch, and I took a second to gather myself. Were all catgirls so horny? Well, I suppose it was something to think about while I tested Kuroi-san. "I'll keep that... in mind," I said. She smiled gratefully, and lifted her dress subtly, revealing her lacy, mature panties before standing. "That's all. I hope you'll do your best to help Kuroi, instructor." I followed her out of the building, now trying to avoid looking at her sexy body that her dress barely covered. Once outside, Kuroi-san waved back at us, oblivious of our backroom dealings.
In her horrible mushy cat accent, she yapped, "Whawt wewe uwu tawking abouwt?!"
Being blasted once again with her horrible shrill accent, I wanted no extra conversations with this annoying catgirl. "Nothing important. Can we begin?"
"Yes, oh yes! Hai hai! We wewll begin!"
I gestured to the car we used for driving tests, with special equipment that let me take control of the car in the case Kuroi-san accidentally tried killing us both on the open road.
I sat in the passenger seat, and Kuroi-san hopped into the drivers seat. She looked around confused for a few seconds until she finally found the pedals, slamming down on the accelerator. Nothing happened.
I let out a painfully long sigh. "The car isn't on. And also, if we drive forward, we will crash into the building in front of us."
She let out a soft "Nyehehe" kind of giggle. "Sowwy, i got a wittwe excited..."
I begrudgingly handed her the keys, and she started the vehicle. Usually, we'd run over hand signals, testing blinkers, and such activities before we started moving, but I chose to cut the first part as I had bottomed out on my faith for her ability to remember basic signals. "Left blinker."
She winked at me. Dear god. "I mean the left turn signal."
Her fingers moved slowly as she flicked the lever to the left of the steering wheel, and the car's left blinker started. "Good. Good."
She gave a thumbs up, and did the right blinker as well. I couldn't bear to prolong this, so that was good enough for pre-test stuff.
I cleared my throat to avoid sounding as nervous as I was. "Pull us out of the parking lot."