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 catboy. In truth, catboys 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 catboys 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 his file earlier today, he'd been pretty clearly unqualified. And it was no surprise, because, lo-and-behold, the name on the file was "Kuro-san", all but guaranteeing he was another braindead catboy. 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 catboys. One was a feminized man with glasses and curly brown hair. The other was a teenage boy 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 Kuro-san approached.
"You're Kuro, right?" I said in my best attempt to be monotone.
"Nyahahaha! It's me, Kuro-san! I'm ready to conquer the driving test!" He posed proudly which sent a pang of cringe straight through me like a bullet piercing my heart. Then his eyes narrowed at me dramatically. "I can't wait to start!" he meowed.
The older man put her hand in front of his son, and said in a surprisingly clear, non-catboyish voice, "Can we talk for a moment in private, instructor?"
"Of course." I nodded and led him to a small break room. Once we were alone, he turned to me with a grim expression. "He's terrible, instructor. I'm sorry."
"No offense, but we do have quite a lot of trouble with teaching catboys to drive. They just aren't intelligent enough to pass the tests."
A catboy himself, the father seemed a bit hurt, but understood. "Yes, I know. But I really need my son to pass this time." He looked directly at me. "Please do your best to go a bit easier on him."
"Whether he passes or fails the driving test is all on her." I stated flatly.
He nodded, and then put his hand on my thigh. "Of course. But if you could forgive some mistakes and get him 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 catboys so horny? Well I suppose it was something to think about while I tested Kuro-san. "I'll keep that... in mind," I said. He smiled gratefully, and lifted his dress subtlety, revealing his silk, thin boxers before standing. "That's all. I hope you'll do your best to help Kuro, instructor." I followed him out of the building, now trying to avoid looking at his sexy body that his dress barely covered. Once outside, Kuro-san waved back at us, oblivious of our backroom dealings.
In his annoying accent, he yappered, "What were you talking about?!"
"Nothing important. Can we begin?"
"Yes, oh yes! Hai hai! We will 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 Kuro-san accidentally tried killing us both on the open road.
I sat in the passenger seat, and Kuro-san hopped into the drivers seat. He looked around, confused for a few seconds until he finally found the pedals, and pressed 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."
He let out a soft "Nyehehe" kind of giggle. "Sorry, I got a little excited..."
I begrudgingly handed him the keys, and he 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."
He winked at me. Dear god. "I mean the left turn signal."
His fingers moved slowly as he flicked the lever to the left of the steering wheel, and the car's left blinker started. "Good. Good."
He 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."