Peril of the Equine-Sapien Teacher

Ms. Nelly exhaled and laid her book down with just enough force to illustrate her continued annoyance. “I can see that, Steven” she said to her impetuous redheaded pupil. “That’s why your hand is raised. You don’t need to announce it to the whole class!” 

Normally, Stevie was a rambunctious student. He raised his hand with too much enthusiasm if he thought he had the correct answers to his teacher’s questions. Ms. Nelly was an authoritarian, so he often vexed her greatly. She had repaid that with plenty of harsh disciple. She was particularly fond of making unruly students wear dunce caps and sit on a tall stool the corner. He had personally spent a fair amount of time writing sentences on the blackboard. Though she had whipped other students, including girls, Stevie had managed to so far escape that punishment. 

Sadistic and perverted, little Stevie tucked his ultra-tech mind-control device into his math book’s pages and closed the book. 

For the most part, he liked life on the primitive frontier planet. It was a pioneering world set apart by religion, which banned outside technology. There was only one space port—a huge city with a population of about twenty million—and it was on a remote island far away. Travel to and from the island was highly restricted.

Stevie was the only person in his territory to have access to anything other than medical technology from a post-industrial manufacturing society. He and his parents were political refugees from another world despite looking and talking like everyone else. There were no equine-sapiens like his teacher on his home world. 

This was the first time he had used the device on his prudish equine-sapien schoolmistress. He wickedly savored that it was working in front of the whole one-room schoolhouse's class. However, he couldn’t do anything too outlandish or his parents would find out. Worse, in the highly-unlikely event the intergalactic authorities actually did get involved, the technology was illegal contraband. 

Mostly, he was worried about church, school, and local adults finding out he had off-world technology of any kind, let alone a “mind-control” device that accessed singles transmitted to and from a nanotech “virus.” Such things were against intergalactic treaties. It relied on the primitive world not having nanotech “antibody” swarms. Anyway, the population could scarcely imagine such a thing. To them, it would be like Voodoo magic. The chances were slim to none he would get caught, but he couldn’t be too outlandish.

He wondered how long he could torment the austere Ms. Nelly before her deepest, most humiliating secret was revealed: she was a hermaphrodite with a giant equine cock and balls hidden beneath her Victorian dress. He only knew that because of his device, which told him every aspect of his victims. The device controlled the hive mind of the nanotechnology in her body. That nanotech, in turn, interacted with her neurotransmitters directly. He could make her feel anything. He could even control her like a puppet—directly make her move and talk—but if he did so, she would at least know something was wrong with her. 

Realizing that, Stevie came up with a plan. He would make her believe he had found a real Voodoo doll. Obviously, such a thing was nonsense. However, he knew she wasn’t able to tell the difference between natural, physical sensations and the ones he inflicted on her with his device. He wagered he could make her believe he had cast a hex on her or something. 

He decided he would introduce the thought to her by asking a question. He would ask her if Voodoo dolls were real. After that, she might blame his high-tech torture on black magic. Even if she told someone, no one would believe her. She would scarcely believe it herself!

“Since your question is *so* important that you had to interrupt everyone’s concentration to ask it, I’ll dismiss class a little early for the other students and devote my time to answering it. We can discuss the topic fully during lunch break," Ms. Nelly said. "All right, class dismissed.”

Everyone cheered but Stevie who just smirked. Of course, Stevie’s friends gave him a hard time. It was a beautiful, warm mid-summer day. They were going to all run down to the nearby fishing hole. They were all looking forward to play and eat what their mothers had packed in their lunch boxes. Most of the boys wore denim bib overalls or jeans and suspenders. Some had straw hats. A few were bare foot. The girls all wore dresses. Some of them wore bonnets or had ribbons in their braids or pig tales. 

As the last students left Stevie behind, the equestrian began to rise from her chair. Just as she did, an expression of fear crossed her equine face. She briefly considered that she might be becoming aroused. She blamed it on a mare in heat; sometimes they caused physical symptoms. She sat back down and resumed crossing her legs, though with some lack of her usual grace. Ms. Nelly cleared her throat. “Steven, bring your book up here.”

Stevie picked up his math book and brought it with him, though he had no intensions of referencing it lest his device be found. He sat it down quickly on her table. He knew not to speak until she addressed him, so he stood there, patently. He knew she was becoming more sexually aroused with each tick of the clock thanks to his device. 

Ms. Nelly would deny that, of course. She even denied it to herself, dismissing her intensifying libido. The heat within her was rising. Damn those equine pheromones, she thought to herself. 

“Yes, Steven, what is your question?” She looked down her petite nose at him through her spectacles. She looked like a very attractive mare-woman, despite hiding her feminine beauty behind Victorian clothing and a haughty attitude.

“Are voodoo dolls real?” Stevie asked plainly.