"Okay," Allen muttered, rolling up his imaginary sleeves. "Time to heal a pussy with honor… and possibly lose my dignity forever."
The villagers crowded around like they were watching a sacred ritual. One of them whispered, "Do humans always heal swollen pussies with their tongue?"
Fina snorted. "Nope. Just this one. He's built different."
Mirka lay on a blanket, legs trembling and eyes squeezed shut. "I swear if this gets worse I'm jumping in the fire pit."
Allen hovered over her with the solemnity of a monk and the expression of a guy who knew exactly how dumb this looked—but also didn't care anymore.
"Alright. Just… hold still. And try not to crush my head if it feels too good."
Mirka cracked one eye open. "No promises."
He leaned in.
First lick.
shliiiiiick.
Mirka's body jerked like a possessed squirrel.
"AAAHHH—!"
Fina covered her mouth, giggling. "Yep. That's his tongue. Weaponized."
Allen paused and raised a finger to the crowd. "Educational moment: When the pussy is swollen from evil leaves, you don't go in aggressive. You go slow. Gentle. Soft."
He went back in.
Second lick.
"AHHhh~ i-it's tingling—!"
Allen pulled back, nodding like a professor. "That means the healing is working. Or she's ascending. Both are fine."
Some girls in the crowd clapped.
"Do it again! That one was majestic!"
Mirka, meanwhile, had her hands over her face. "Why does this feel good?! I just wanted to clean it!"
Allen went in a little deeper, circling his tongue gently around the puffy folds. Her hips bucked.
"Aaahh~! T-that's the itch spot!"
Allen popped up. "Bingo. That's the corrupted itch core. Gotta cleanse it thoroughly."
More licking. Slower, longer, deeper.
Mirka gasped, voice cracking. "A-aah~ It's like you're—stirring the itch out of me—!"
From the side, a grandma muttered, "He licks better than my ex-husband did in 60 years."
Fina leaned back, arms behind her head. "Told ya. Certified pussy purifier."
Mirka squirmed and moaned, her whole body trembling like jelly. "I-it's going away… the swelling… the itch…"
Allen pulled back dramatically, glistening lips and all.
"Behold! I have cleansed the cursed cooch."
The villagers burst into applause. Two even started chanting, "Tongue Hero! Tongue Hero!"
Mirka lay there panting, face red as a sunset. "That… was the dumbest and best thing that ever happened to me."
Allen grinned. "Lesson learned: Don't put murder leaves near your pussy. Class dismissed."
Fina crawled over and licked his cheek. "You're gonna be so busy from now on, Professor Pussy."
Allen stared at the crowd of hopeful beastkin girls approaching him with sparkly eyes and sticky thighs. He then started the special consultation in the gut.
After a while of consulting the girls, the scent inside the hut was of steamy fur, damp leaves, and questionable morality was thick enough to choke a wyvern.
Allen rubbed his temples as yet another catgirl slid into the hut on all fours like it was some kind of Olympic sport.
"Next!" Fina called out, holding a huge leaf like a clipboard and blocking the door with a fierce glare. "Name, age, and pussy status."
The latest entrant purred, "Name's Rika. Age, twenty-two. Status? Slightly tingly and neglected."
Allen looked up. "Did you leave your boyfriend outside too?"
She giggled. "Oh, he's out hunting. I told him it was tribal fertility yoga. I wasn't lying… I feel more fertile already."
Allen squinted. "This is supposed to be sex ed."
"And we're learning! I'm learning that your tongue has healing properties," she cooed, sliding her loincloth to the side with a wink.
Behind her, the line was insane—a rainbow of fur: silver, orange, black, brown, spotted, striped. A living buffet of catgirl chaos.
"Where the hell are all your husbands?" Allen muttered.
Fina crossed her arms, grinning like a fox with dirt on everyone. "Some said their man was hunting. Some said sick. One said, 'He's dumb and I need a real man's tongue.' Real educational spirit."
Allen clapped his hands like a teacher trying to calm a horny kindergarten. "Alright, listen up, all of you. This is a sex ed lesson, not a damn spa day. If I hear any girl under eighteen snuck in, I'm shutting this whole thing down."
Fina nodded. "No kittens allowed, got it. We're adults learning proper pussy care."
Rika moaned softly as Allen used a damp leaf to start a demo. "Aah~ So gentle… is that the circular motion technique you used on Fina?"
Fina beamed like a proud graduate. "Yup. He calls it the Whirlpool Wipe. Changed my life."
The girls started taking notes with sticks on bark like this was an Ivy League course. One leaned in and whispered, "Did he do the swirl-flick too? My sister said that one hits your soul."
Allen blinked. "Wait, who's your sister?"
"Oh, she was here earlier. Orange tail, big hips. Left here looking like her knees had opinions."
The hut shook with the purrs, gasps, and borderline divine moans.
Outside, a few jealous male catfolk were pacing, confused. One of them whispered, "You think they're really learning… or is this some kind of tongue cult?"
Another shrugged. "She said she needed 'educational licking' and slammed the door."
Back inside, Allen sighed. "This is getting out of paw."
Fina handed him a fresh leaf. "Too late. You're now Professor Pussylicker. Time to educate."
Allen grumbled under his breath but crouched down for the next demonstration. "Okay, Rika, I'm gonna show the proper cleaning angle for under-the-lip buildup. Try not to—"
She moaned. Loudly. "NyaaAAHH~!"
Allen froze. "I said try not to!"
The catgirl behind her gasped. "Is that part of the syllabus?!"
Fina smirked. "It is now."