[ WP ] Much like animals , humans go through a mating season . For most if the year we all go about our lives without any sex-drive . Then , for two weeks every year , the hormones rage .

The Fortnight 
 
 Tyler looked at the clock. His students all yearning for the same thing as he, he continued making notes on the paper before him. The room was silent. The ticking was exponentially noisier. Brian scratched an answer in his test and made the wanted correction. Sara drummed her lips on her paper. Claire was sweating from the apparent lack of studying she had been overtly complaining about. Tyler looked again at the clock. 
 
 His plans for the Fortnight were very certain. He had been planning them since February. His partner Clifton and he had decided the rent a cabin out near Pantor City. It was a nice cabin, built for Fortnight purposes. The main landing was clear of any large furniture, yet comforting and inviting all the same. He had taken images of it with his cell phone and begun sharing them with the women in the school for a few weeks now. Clifton had advised against that—it would be difficult to gain a proper understanding of how the women would react to a place like that until the Fortnight. Claire shifted in her seat uncomfortably. Jordan looked around the room with concern. 
 
 Tyler knew that there would be plenty of time to get feedback from the cabin this year. Last year, he and Clifton had rented a place in the city, which was much capable of providing insight into the thoughts of the women he brought there. Since their homes were much closer, the women were not very intent on staying, even with the safety concerns that had begun to crop up lately. 
 
 Tyler had already confiscated several Hormon-hancers from several of the boys in the past few days. Some of them had begun to excrete already, but until the ladies began there was little worry. The problem was their attitudes. Tyler had long been able to handle himself better than most. He had—in his past—saved many women of their pursuers. 
 
 They had thanked him generously of course, coming to the city with him and providing the wild beating that Tyler craved. He never really did what he did often without the hint in the back of his mind that he would be rewarded for his efforts. 
 
 Jordan came to his desk and slid the papers into the black box, slinging his bag over his shoulder and escaping the room. Tyler heard an excited “ Whoop! ” as Jordan left the room. Jordan was not one that Tyler worried about. Young men always had an uncertainness in their first Fortnight, it was one reason why Tyler was giving instruction to the students. Picking up his test, Tyler examined the results. The remarks were as expected. 
 1. Were the men allowed to pick up any interested woman to mate? Yes, provided that the woman is giving off the appropriate signals. 
 2. What are the limitations of the female ’ s sex drive? There are none, they are capable of intense strength and tenacity when they find a mate capable of providing the sex she needs. 
 3. What is your opinion of the laws ( or lack thereof ) regarding First-Fortnight Hormon-hancers? With the desperation of some countries for more issues in the areas of a woman ’ s safety and a man ’ s longevity, Hormon-hancers, regardless of for First-Fortnight participants or not, have many benefits to each in their thirst during the Fortnight. 
 
 Tyler read through the rest of his paper with satisfaction. With respect to his answer on Hormon-hancers ( he disagreed with Jordan ’ s inability to remember that each male ’ s First-Fortnight was something of a hazard to the women around him ) Tyler was happy with his responses. 
 
 There was a light tapping of glass behind him. Turning in his seat, Tyler saw Clifton behind him. What is he doing here? He ’ s a few hours early! 
 
 Seeing several of his students look up, Tyler put a hand out to them as he stood. “ Continue working, I ’ ll be able to tell if you aren ’ t. You still have…ten minutes before the bell, ” he said taking a quick glance at the clock as he pulled the door closed. He saw the sweating Claire put one hand on her temple as she made another scratch on her paper. “ What are you doing here? I can ’ t leave the school until each test has been handed over, ” he addressed to Clifton. 
 
 The other man could not have exhibited his excitement any clearer if he held a sign with lights flashing and pointing to his dick, which Tyler could immediately tell was bulging and ready for Clifton ’ s own Fortnight rituals. 
 
 “ Any good ones this year? ” Clifton asked casually, ignoring Tyler ’ s question and peering over his shoulder to look in the classroom. 
 
 At least they ’ re all of age this year, he thought. Not that he or Clifton had had any problems like that in the past, Tyler had held the lessons on rape/mating with frustrating results. Each year, more and more of the women had more and more disagreements regarding the rape culture of their hormones. As the women age, and they gain more control over their excretions, the possibilities open up regarding who they decide to mate with, often ignoring consent altogether. 
 
 Explaining the infamous story of her aunt, Sara told how she visited the prison often and the other types of individuals that were locked up inside. Bringing her nearly to tears, Sara then—most surprisingly—concluded that it was not the fault of her aunt that she was locked up, but rather the fault of the boys who had invited her to the gathering in the first place. Sara, still having not yet experienced her first Fortnight event, had difficulty wrapping her head around the idea of control and the hormones at a woman ’ s disposal. 
 
 Tyler shook his head in feigned disappointment at his friend, grabbing the bulge in a complete disregard for the smell that had begun to permeate the doorway, courtesy of Clifton. “ Listen ass, I ’ ll still have to examine the tests and deliver the results to the Proctor. It ’ s going to be some time yet. ” 
 
 “ Well don ’ t keep me waiting, that cabin is growing more and more appealing with each passing minute, ” Clifton needlessly explained, as Tyler was beginning to feel the same. Tyler was rarely early in his entering the Fortnight, but he didn ’ t want anything to spur his thoughts just the same. 
 
 He bid his friend goodbye and returned to the classroom. As he did so, seven other students stood and placed their papers in the bin and took their things out the door. 
 
 Tyler counted three males that had already begun their Fortnight. The discomfort they attempted to disguise as they left the classroom was exceedingly humorous as the boys had no idea they were being as pellucid as they were. As always, the women walked out unhampered by any member, as the women all would begin to moisten at the same time the next day. 
 
 Tyler had explained that the mixture of food chemicals and body functions had enabled the men to come off the scheduled stage of time. Since it had been recorded, women everywhere were still on the same two weeks as they had been. Scientists had been researching the reason for this for decades with little in the way of results. Men had the pleasure and discomfort of beginning several hours to a full day before the women of the Fortnight would be ready. 
 
 This was another lesson that Tyler had attempted to explain to the best of his ability. Several of the students seemed to have trouble remembering that there were no evident reasons for the unisexual premature readiness. While there were several reasons for each man being early, it showed no decline in performance or longevity. 
 
 “ Eyes on your test please, boys, ” Tyler announced, making several of the men jump in surprise. Brian had begun to look around the classroom. With the distraction, it appeared to J.P. that he had cause to look around at other tests too. Claire covered her answers. 
 
 With a sigh, Tyler stood up and began pacing the rows of the students. Brian stood quickly and handed his test to Tyler before rushing out of the room. Tyler noticed the bulge in his pants and the line of sweat on his brow. 
 
 Another step farther, and Tyler knew immediately why. He sat down on the side of a desk in the front row and looked at the remaining students. “ I know that someone has activated a Hormon-hancer, it ’ s going to cost your results by quite a bit. ” He let that sink in for a moment, examining the looks on their faces. `` Not to mention the distraction you ’ ve provided to your fellow classmates. ” 
 
 Tyler looked as Ingrid stood and placed the test in the bin. She strode out of the classroom when it hit Tyler. 
 
 That ’ s no Hormon-hancer…there ’ s a ready woman in here! 
 
 Looking at the remaining women in the class, Tyler had to think quickly. The Fortnight, not scheduled for the women to moisten for another few hours—and even their secretions beginning only a short time after that, had specific rules that Tyler knew. If one of the women here was truly ready… 
 
 The rules have changed. 
 
 Two of the boys in the class stood up, familiar bulges in their pants. One of them began to shift their bodies to allow for more room to their member. One of the girls let out a gasp of surprise, standing and dropping her pen on the floor. Tyler pointed to the door as he clapped to the two boys—no…the two men. If they were ready to mate they were men now. 
 
 The class suddenly sounded with the scratches of chairs being pushed back and most of the women rushed out of the room. 
 
 They would be followed. Tyler watched them to see if they were showing the signs. 
 
 They weren ’ t.
