Kinda

When Ayame finally found Tanukichi, he was standing outside the auditorium by himself, hastily tapping away on the projection in front of him as he put the finishing touches on his lecture.

“There you are!” Ayame said as she walked up to him, bursting through his wrist projection to give him a quick but rough kiss on the lips. “You don’t happen to know why I suddenly received hundreds of hard poles in the mail, do you? Because, last I checked, I’m don’t run a pole-vaulting competition, and I didn’t order any!”

“Uh, sorry about that,” Tanukichi apologized. “I was trying to get some visuals for my sex ed presentation, but the help I enlisted got a little… overenthusiastic with the picture taking.”

“Wait… so you mean you actually got all those girls to take pictures of your bookmark in the middle of the library?” Ayame was clearly impressed. “Normally, I’d chastise you for handing out spoilers like that, but since you managed to get a full house anyways, I think I can forgive you this once.”

“Full house?” Tanukichi peeked into the auditorium and saw that every single seat was filled – and that Hyouka had brought the film crew that she promised. “Shit! I was hoping most people would be too busy eating lunch to attend…”

“Tanukichi, for most of these people, it’ll be the first time they’ve heard about reproduction in… forever! It doesn’t even matter if they’re asexual as a Ken doll, they’re going to be curious about what fucking truly entails. And as we all know, curiosity killed the pussy…” Ayame formed a V with two fingers on her right hand and wiggled her tongue in between them. “… but satisfaction brought it back!”

Tanukichi just rolled his eyes at the joke and got back to editing his presentation.

“Speaking of pussies and satisfaction, have you chosen what lucky lady you plan on doing the ‘hokey pokey’ with for the school?” Ayame asked curiously.

“Oh, about that.” Tanukichi reversed his projection to show Ayame what he had completed so far. “I was thinking that, maybe I could get around the demonstration part with a little animation I put together.”

Tanukichi hit a button on his wrist monitor, starting a short clip on the projection that showed a picture of his penis and the picture of the Card Cutie pussy he’d taken rubbing up against each other. Ayame’s right eyebrow visibly twitched as the sound of glue being made played from the boy’s wrist.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” Ayame swiftly closed the presentation and hit the ‘do not save’ button. “You’re not going to teach people how to make sweet, sweet love… using a lame powerpoint!”

“W-what!? But… I worked so hard on that animation!” Tanukichi gasped, devastated as he tried and failed to recover the file.

“Tanukichi, you could have shown a banana being stuffed into a can and it would have been a better demonstration of sex than that,” Ayame countered as she headed towards the door of the auditorium. “Besides, I can tell just by looking at you that you need some satisfaction yourself.’

Blushing, Tanukichi quickly tried to cover the noticeable bulge in his pants, which still hadn’t gone down at all since his morning class.

“I-I don’t need to tell you that doing that would be immoral in more ways than I can count!” Tanukichi retorted. “Even if I wanted to get ‘satisfaction’ from one of those girls, none of them would even know what they’re getting into! My conscience couldn’t handle that!”

“They know that they’re here to learn how to make babies, aren’t they?” Ayame smirked and leaned over, brining her devious eyes closer to the younger boy’s face. “They might not know what sex is right now, but they know about reproduction exists, and that you’re going to demonstrate it to them, right?”

“Well… yeah, I guess so,” Tanukichi admitted.

“Well then, if you can’t choose a girl, then I suggest asking for volunteers,” Ayame adjusted her glasses and walked towards the auditorium door. “You might be surprised by what happens next.”

Tanukichi sighed, exasperated, before following in behind her, Ayame sitting in the front row next to Anna and Tanukichi himself taking his spot behind the podium on stage at the front of the room. The school boy began to sweat as he felt the weight of a thousand eyes press down on him from around the room, compounded by the fact that the stage was surrounded by cameras that Hyouka had set up.

“We are ready to start whenever you are, Mr. Okuma,” Hyouka herself said from the foot of the stage with her notepad in hand. Apparently, front row seats weren’t good enough for her, so she had taken to standing right next to the stage instead. “We all eagerly await whatever scientific information you can provide us about the manufacture of babies.”

“Right…” Tanukchi trailed off. “Well due to some technical difficulties, I’m afraid that my presentation on the subject has been deleted.

Ayame coughed from the audience but didn’t say anything.

“That is disappointing to hear, but that should not be too much of a problem,” Hyouka replied. “Do you have all the equipment that you need for a demonstration?”

“Well, I guess I have most of it…” Tanukichi’s cock throbbed once again in his pants. “But, I, uh… still need a female volunteer before I can start.”

To Tanukichi’s shock, well over half the women in the audience raised their hands.

“W-what!? Seriously!?” Tanukichi gasped. “You girls do realize that we’ll be making a baby together, right? That’s… a very serious thing! You’ll have to carry it and raise it to adulthood!”

“Carry?” Hyouka cocked her head curiously. “Does the reproduction process involve the carrying around of component parts? Can women use backpacks, or do they need some kind of specialized container?”

“No! Er, I mean yes…” Tanukichi stammered, unsure how to answer. “It’ll make more sense once you see how it works.”

“Well then, please – pick a volunteer,” Hyouka said, motioning to the sea of raised hands.

“Uh… how about… you?” Tanukichi randomly pointed into the audience, his finger landing on girl with C-cup breasts and crimson red hair tied in braids.

The woman smiled and walked up to the stage, greeting Tanukichi with a customary kiss that allowed him to get a feel for the body he was soon about to enter. His cock kept screaming at him to tear off his clothes and fuck her right then and there, but he managed to hold off long enough to break the kiss.

“So… are you sure you want to do this?” Tanukchi asked her as he wiped away her warm spit from his mouth. “You’re going to have a kid with a boy you just met.”

“Of course, I’m ready!” she replied without any apprehension or irony. “After all, how hard can it be?”

“Well, making a baby is easy, but delivering can be very hard,” Tanukichi replied.

“Hmm? Can’t you just use express shipping?” the girl asked.

“No, it’s just… augh, let’s just get started,” Tanukichi answered, finally giving in and starting to remove his clothes. “The first step to making a baby is to remove you, and your baby-making partner’s, clothes. While this isn’t strictly necessary, it does make all the subsequent steps easier.”

“Babymaking is best done in the nude?” the red-haired girl asked in confusion. “That doesn’t make much sense to me, but I guess you are the expert here.”

The woman swiftly removed her school uniform, revealing her blue bra, the perky tits that were hidden underneath, her luscious bouncy booty, soft pussy, and soon-to-be-child bearing hips. Tanukichi despite starting first, ended up finishing his disrobing last due to his slow, shy pace. When he finally did pull down his underwear, and his hard, pulsating dick came into view, everyone who had not taken pictures of him in the library immediately let out a gasp in surprise. None of the men there know that a dick could even get that big, while most of the women had never even seen a dick at all.

“Wait… I recognize that meaty… thing,” Anna thought to herself, her eyes locking onto Tanukichi’s dick like a guided missile. “That’s… that delicious meat stick that appeared in my inbox this morning!”

“Yeuh!” Ayame gasped when she noted that Anna was starting to drool onto her breasts next to her. “I’d call you thirsty, but I think that might be an oxymoron right now.”

Anna didn’t seem to hear her, as she was too focused on what was happening on stage.

“For this next step, it would probably be better if you laid down.” Tanukichi took his volunteer and gently lied her down onto a pile of their combined clothes. “Now, just relax and let me… massage you.”

Tanukichi had never been with a girl before, but he still had a vague idea of how to help get one wet. Starting with a gentle kiss, Tanukichi began to caress her sides, hitting the girl’s erogenous zones and causing her to shiver beneath him. He could feel her nipples start to harden as her breasts pressed against her chest, and her heartbeat began to quicken. Taking this as a good sign, Tanukichi reached down towards her legs and began to caress them too, starting with between her soft thighs and working his way up to her exposed snatch. Once his hand finally reached her sex, the girl let out a moan that, while soft, echoed through Tanukichi’s mind.

And she only whimpered more and more as Tanukichi rubbed his fingers against her labia and his thumb toyed with her clit. Around him, the cameras all zoomed in on the scene to show in high definition how his fingers brushed past her light pubic hair and gently caressed her most sensitive place. The sensitive microphones picked up every one of the girl’s whimpers, and every shift of her body as she tried to adjust to the strange new sensations that were overwhelming her.

“Oh my, Mr. Okuma! Your massage feels really-ah! Good!” the undersexed girl moaned in response to the boy’s touch. “But… what does this have to do with… making babies?”

“Well, nothing, really – but it does help make your, uh, flower more lubricated.” Taunikichi raised his hand and showed her the juices that had gathered on his fingers. “See? Nice and wet.”

“That’s nice… but… why does it have to be lubricated?” The girl was clearly embarrassed by the question – not by its lewdness, but rather by how it showed her ignorance.

“Well, it’s to help my ‘cucumber’ fit inside,” Tanukichi explained, his voice cracking a little under all the awkwardness. “That’s how babies are really made. I put my cucumber inside your flower, move around a little, and then I… plant a seed deep inside you, and that grows in to a baby. The process is called… sex.”

The whole room gasped before a stunned silence descended upon them like dark shroud. Ayame, though, was beaming with so much pride that it even shined through her stoic disguise as she quietly added the word ‘sex’ to the list of acceptable words on her pink phone.

“The… cucumber… goes inside… the flower?” Hyouka Fuwa said to herself, breaking the silence. “The cucumber… goes into… the flower…”

The room gasped once more as Hyouka suddenly collapsed, her head hitting the side of the stage before collapsing onto the ground.

“Holy shi-er, feces!” Tanukichi shouted as he leaped down to help her. “Ms. Fuwa, are you all right?”

“Mmmm… yes, I’m fine,” Hyouka said as she began to wake up again in Tanukichi’s arms. “In fact, I may be better than fine. Because, thanks to you, Mr. Okuma, the question that has been keeping me up at night has finally been answered. So now, if you’ll excuse me…”

Hyouka, breaking free of Tanukichi’s grip casually crawled onto the laps of both Anna and Ayame. Ayame was visibly weirded-out as the science student curled up into the fetal position, but Anna was still too hypnotized by Tanukichi’s dick to even notice.

“I think I'm going to take a little rest now,” Hyouka yawned, apparently okay with a little bit of presidential drool in her hair. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to watch every last detail of your lecture on video once it’s over.”

“That’s… good to hear.” Tanukichi tried his best to keep a positive expression on his face as he climbed back onstage. “Sorry about that, miss. Are you ready to…” Tanukichi took a deep swallow. “Make a baby?”

The redhead nodded and spread her legs again, showing the glistening juices dripping down from her pussy onto her school uniform beneath her.

“I don’t really know if that will fit inside me… and I don’t really know if I’m ready to have a baby,” she said, her eyes locking with his. “But I trust you, Mr. Okuma… and I want you to at least try to get that inside me.”

“Okay then… get ready!” Tanukichi said as he lined up with her entrance.