Second Lel (Second Life)

AN: I regret nothing.
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	It was the fifth week of the term and Professor Richard was glad to see the class partake in his favorite game. The college was too poor to afford virtual classroom software, and while the board was reluctant, Richard persisted. He got approval, and for the past several terms nobody seemed to mind. Some students thought it was rather convenient. He might just have pioneered a new cost-effective method of teaching!

	He took a while to get his classroom just right. After that, he adjusted minor things that students would mention from time to time. The perfect virtual classroom, with desks placed neatly in rows and columns. The teacher took a deep breath and smiled. He got online, with his pot of coffee readied. His battle-station heeding his call.

	The various students talked among each other. Some were curious why they didn't just use a board. Others wondered why it looked so archaic. Occasionally, a student would be completely mute. Unbeknownst to Richard, his Second Life was those rare students' secondhand embarrassment.
Just another typical class. Like the ones in real life.

Richards began his lesson. Eventually he called on one of the students raising their hand with an emote.
“Yes, Mr. Lightningrod?”
An avatar of a man wearing shades and a lightning-symboled T-shirt with eyes and hair that would make an Aryan proud took a moment to respond.
“Oh sorry I accidentally clicked something. Just call me Chad, please.”
“Ah it's okay Chad, it can be pretty overwhelming sometimes.”

A strange noise could be heard closing in. The mute student in the group remained so. In reality he was snickering. It had already begun.

“What's that? Who is doing that?” Richard asked.

	A poorly-rendered wolf humanoid walked through the door and into the classroom. The students' eyes were stinging from the neon-blue and green spotted pattern it wore. The streaks in the strange digital creature's hair was red on black, the edgy lone wolf had appeared after all. A neon pink seven-foot horse penis flopped around uncontrollably as it stuttered around in its walking animation. The sound became clearer as it approached the shocked class. It was the sound of a man making very bad dog noises. Bad in both the quality, and the innuendo.

“Oh god what is that?!” Chad shouted.
“MARY DON'T LOOK AT THAT!” A derange female spoke as a child wailed in the background .
“Murr” the eyesore replied.

	The professor was red in the face. He had never encountered this before. One of those “trolls” that was spoken of in myth. He couldn't bring himself to speak as the creature with an unholy ass walked around, occasionally bumping the straightened desks out of place. The desks bounced with the same mockery of physics as the equine dong.

A lispy voice came from the creature, whom was looking at Chad.
“Oh murr~, you look like such a great sleeve...”
“...Are you talking to me?” Chad asked, while pivoting the camera and looking for a way to log off.
“Oh don't you worry xir I'll show you a good time~.”
	The disgusting abomination seemed to warp behind the Chad Fieri avatar, making humping-motions with the physics-defying anatomy going through Chad like a ghost. By now all the women taking the class had logged off. Which happened to leave Chad, the mute, and the professor.
“YO WHAT THE FUCK STOP!” Lightningrod pleaded.
“Your resistance only makes my thrusts harder. I might just cum insi-AIIIIIIIIEEEE~”

Obnoxious screaming and heavy breathing along with something liquid making slopping noises on the yiffy monster's microphone input. The professor finally kicked the furry out. He never had to kick a student, let alone...that thing.
“I can't fucking deal” Chad said as he logged off.

	The professor stared in silence. He could feel the shame. He felt his Second Life, his career's life, and his life flash before his eyes. He broke out of his short-lived trance and noticed the mute still sitting there. He cleared his throat.

“Mr. Fieldsguide?”
Silence.
“Fieldsguide.”
“Huh? What'd I miss?”
“What do you mean what'd you miss?!”
“Oh uh, sorry. I was microwaving some leftover chicken tendi-tenders. Chicken tenders.”
They stared in awkward silence.
“Where'd the rest of the class go?” Fieldsguy asked.
“T-today is a free week” The professor lied quickly.
“Oh, okay? What about the weekly assignment?”
“Next week.”
“Well...thanks.”
“Y-you too” The professor barely managed to croak as his remaining student logged off.

Richard walked to his desk in the room, untouched by the prop chaos.
He reclined back in his chair in real life, trying to recover from the traumatizing event. He pondered if he was going to get another teaching job.