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[spaceschool]

On the first day of Spacemas, my true love gave to me, a Joe sitting on Zeggy’s knee…

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It's that very special time of year again-- Space School's famous Guestmas! Day 1, to be exact! Counting down 12 days until Christmas with tons of wonderful guest comics by amazing fans like you. This comic is by the wonderful Minty-- who is joining us for their 4th year of Guestmas! Whoa! It's hard to believe it's been going on that long and I'm honored to have so many returning artists. Ya'll are amazing. Thank you so much for another wonderful year of support-- and here's hoping you enjoy Guestmas 2017! Merry Spacemas everyone! And Happy Holidays! See you for day two tomorrow!

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On the eighth day of Spacemas, my true love gave to me, Eight guns-a-phasing, Seven tent-a-culing, Six butts-a-shining, FIVE TOGGENBUUUUURGGGGSSSS! Four Kethcher nipples, Three fried eggs, Two rocket shoes, And a Joe sitting on Zeggy’s knee…

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You heard 'em! This comic is by the ever amazing Mabs-- who was the original creator of Toggy! Check out her art blog! (Fun fact for anyone who didn't know by now; but Space School was inspired by an RP long long ago~)

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New Chapter!!!

I figured it was time to post another chapter. Yes, it is Hitaru Morpher. Yes, it is a *slight* continuation of Twanny Nyck. But I chopped a current chapter in half. So there might be a bit of a cliffhanger.

My alarm woke me early the next day, and as I hit the snooze button I morphed myself into my human skin. It was something I had been doing everyday since I first started school, so it came naturally to me. I stretched before sliding out from under the covers and pulling out my uniform for the day. I morphed the wings back for a moment to stretch them, something I had to do at least three times a day else they would hurt like hell, then rid myself of them again. I pulled on the shirt before buttoning it and slipped my pants on next.

“Slime people have a very odd genetic make up. The move like ooze or, as the name suggests, slime, but when pressing a hand onto one, the outer most layer will resist. They are similar to morphers, as they can take on most shapes should they so choose, but they retain the same look as before. There is no real way to sex a slime person, as only slime people know what both sexes look like. The race is a rare one to see outside of their home planet, as most slime people found outside of said planet are usually being sold off into sex rings or into scientific circles who wish to dissect them.”

Every morning I would recite as much information as I knew about a single species. Today happened to be slime people. I personally had never seen one outside of a book. I tied my hair back in a ponytail before grabbing my bag and running out the door. I had history as my first class, and I really didn’t want to be late. I was more interested in seeing how his tail worked than the lesson itself.

“And a quick reminder to not give out false information. Most if not all Pteryxlings have a tail like his. His tail is different because I believe it acts as a stinger. I’ll need to talk to him to know for sure.” I skipped breakfast in the cafeteria and headed straight for the classroom, hoping he’d be in this early. I slowed to a walk as I came to the right hallway and walked down, checking door numbers as I passed. I reached the right one and peeked inside before knocking, since the door was closed. A moment later the door opened and I came nose to chest with the history teacher.

“Good morning. Coming in early?” I nodded, smiling back at Mr. De Luca. He turned to let me in and I set my bag next to a chair before sitting.

“I actually had a question I needed an answer for, please.” He turned his head to look at me as he sat at his desk. “It doesn’t relate directly to school, but I wouldn’t call it personal either.” I never really got used to being the only student in a room with a teacher. I tended to rattle on and on. He waved his hand. “I understand that all Pteryxlings have a tail, but yours is different. How so?” He grinned again as I folded my arms on my desk and my legs under me in the seat.

“You’re right that all Pteryxlings do have a tail. Mine acts like a stinger. There’s a serum hiding in the tip of it.” He gestured to the appendage and I wished I could take a closer look at it. I at least learned his voice though, which made the visit not a complete loss. “Why do you ask?” It was slightly less awkward that I went to a school for special kids similar to me.

“I’m a shapeshifter.” He nodded. “I can alter my form to anything I wish, be it alive or dead, fictional or non, any gender or none at all. I retain knowledge like a sponge and always like learning new things. I figured if I was ever going to mimic you, which I have absolutely no need for, by the way, I wanted to get every part correct.” And I was trailing on again. Fuck.

“May I ask for an example?” I smiled, finally in my element. A scant heartbeat later, I looked like Mr. Dennis but wearing a regular uniform for once.

“I can alter any part of the body, such as the voice.” Since I did sound like myself. “To the size of the entire body. I’ve managed to go as small as three inches before, when I morphed a Nubian.” I changed my voice to that of my childhood friend, someone I had long since lost contact with, before morphing my body to that of Mr. Vavara. “I can mix and match anything, really. Perfect match, right down to the number of taste buds on his tongue.” I was glad I managed to censor myself before saying my normal line there at the end. I quickly changed back as more students started to enter. My wings were starting to ache already. A sure sign that it was going to be a long day. I sat right in the seat as the last few students walked in, one of them a Purple who I easily recognized. I smiled and waved at Heather (I had always found her name odd, considering her race) but she stuck her nose up at me before continuing to her seat.

Yeah, she was an absolute bitch who thought she was better than anyone else, but I loved finding ways to piss her off. I was waiting for a chance to morph into her flesh and give her a vulture’s face. Or maybe mix her with a wolverine. It would definitely suit her attitude. That was something dad had yet to show me though, was seamlessly fusing two species. I could easily pull off half of one animal and half of another, such as a satyr, but I still would practice to figure out something akin to a Cerberus using a dog and adding two heads. I shook away the thought, wishing that I could stretch my wings, and turned my focus back to the lesson.

“Have a good day. I’ll see you next time.” I waved at Mr. De Luca before heading out of the class. I kept a hold on my bag, ducking and weaving between students to get to my next class. An arm came out of nowhere and snagged me, though, before dragging me out of the main flow.

“Hey Hitaru, I need a huge favor.” I glared at Nyck.

“And I need to get to class.” I turned to leave, but his fingers looped around my upper arm once more.

“For a chance at something to add to your repertoire of things you can morph to. Listen. I would owe you for life if you helped me out.” Sighing, I turned to face him...and only then saw how pale and sleepless he looked.

“Who did you kill?” Usually, if I used that line on him, he would crack up. Instead, his eyes glanced around at the emptying halls.

“What? No. I didn’t kill anyone. I need help. Like, huge help.” His thoughts bombarded me. Quick snatches of words, flashes of pictures; I managed to piece together something about Twik. “Come on.” His hand never left my arm as he dragged me back down the hall, avoiding teachers and other students running here or there before dragging me into what I believed was an empty classroom as the bell rang. I jerked my arm away.

“Dammit, Nyck, what the hell is going on? I’m supposed to be in class right now, not some empty room!” I turned to glare at him again.

“Hello Hitaru. How are you today?” I jerked my head around to see Twik sitting behind a

desk, and a camera across from him. Not a classroom then, but the studio (if it could be called that) where he would record the announcements.

“I feel like shit and Nyck is acting like something is about to kill us all unless I help him. Any ideas?” He nodded, but didn’t elaborate as he stood and walked to Nyck’s side.

“Breathe, Nyck. Help is here. Just remember what we spoke of.” A quick flash of the two of them in what I guessed was Twik’s room. “Right. Now just breathe. Keep calm.” I saw the shorter of the two men visibly relax before Twik turned to me. “Sorry about that. Nyck came over the other night for some help with his math and we ended up talking.” Another flash, the two of them sprawled on Twik’s bed, doing nothing more than lying there. “And Nyck learned something about my species.”

“The plates, right?” His head tilted. “Everyone who’s read a species guide knows about the Armians, or Guvnicca. Most obvious feature is the metal plates that grow on them, both inside and out. That’s usually what kills them, either from the metal growing over a vital organ and preventing it from doing it’s job, or by “poachers” looking to harvest the metal.” Slowly, they both nodded.

“Right. Well, Nyck apparently didn’t read the guide, so he was in for a shock when I told him. He came up with some idea that-“

“I’d be able to help out?” Twik took a step back, nodding again. “I swear I’m not telepathic. Nyck over there is stressing out like fuck and I keep getting wave after wave of pictures and sounds and clips and- was that a cow I saw?” I turned to the other boy. It took a moment before Nyck looked up at me, and a minute longer for his eyes to focus on me.

“Yeah. Used to live on a farm before I came here.” His head jerked as if someone hit him and the pictures started coming even faster than before. I put a hand to my head. Any more of that and I’d have a headache for the rest of my life.

“I’ll try to make it quick. Nyck had the idea more than me that you might be able to morph as me and see where the plates are, exactly, and see if there’s a chance of removing them.” It was my turn to take a step back.

“You’re kidding, right? You know better than me that surgeries are usually fatal. And that’s removing one plate, not multiple.” He nodded, then glanced at Nyck. It was his turn to take my arm and drag me away. Once the door clicked behind us, it helped to soften Nyck’s thoughts first off, and secondly it gave us peace from the telepath.

“I’ve got some fusing to my lungs already. I don’t think I’ll make it to twenty-one, much less as long as Nyck wants. So if you could just please, please help us out a little, even if it’s just saying that I have five years or something, it’ll help. I want to give him forever, but I know I don’t have it.” I stared down the hall as he spoke. I was always willing to help a friend if they needed it, but if he had plates covering his lungs, he was right. Once they hit the chest, the lungs were first, followed by the heart. He would be lucky to make it to twenty.

“Fine. Room F19. Come by tonight, by yourself. It’s gonna suck when I morph.” He nodded, then in a flash wrapped me in a hug.

“Thank you Hitaru. I owe you. Majorly owe you.” He then let go before opening the door and grabbing my bag. “Tell your teacher you were delayed by me. They’ll understand.” I slung the bag over my shoulder and hurried off to my class.

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New Story Time!!!

Twanny/Nyck

Ch. 2

       “And remember to have a very good day at school today!” I kept my smile up for a couple more seconds as the camera kicked off. I then dropped my papers and laid my head on the desk for a moment. The only thoughts running through my head were those that related to Nyck. Whether it was that first day of meeting him and the events that followed the same evening or his thoughts plaguing me all day. I couldn’t escape him. I heard a knock at the door and glanced up to see the object of my torment (and passion) walking in.

     “Hey Twik. Done recording?” I nodded, sitting straight.

     “What’s up?” He grinned sheepishly and hefted his bag with one hand.

     “More tutoring help, please. Ms. Uthe has us overloaded with new equations and you know I can barely understand even simple algebra.” I nodded before standing from my seat to walk to his side.

     “How did your last test turn out?” He slid his bag off for a moment as we walked out and dug in it to find a paper.

     “I got a D. Half of the equations were I worked longhand were wrong.” I took the paper from him to look at the wronged answers and felt myself smiling a little.

     “That was my fault, actually. You had me so distracted with other things while I was trying to teach you that I taught you wrong.” I handed him back the paper before opening the door to my room. “So we’ll try again. How about it?” I couldn’t help but smile a little as a picture popped up of our single night of fun. “Now now, behave yourself.”

     “Sorry. Perverted brain and telepathy don’t mix at all.” I definitely agreed. “On the bed?” And there was another picture. I dropped my bag by the door and looked up to see one of his sleeves pressed to his nose.

     “I’ll re-teach the algebra while we sit on the bed, yes.” I learned within the next day of meeting him that I had to be extremely specific sometimes. “Would you like to sit down first?” If I tried to “shorthand” certain things, he would take it as dirty and I would be assaulted with pictures. He dug in his bag to get out a couple of pencils and a pad of paper to go with his test before sitting cross-legged on the bed.

     “Thank you for re-teaching the problems, Twik. I’m grateful.” I nodded before sitting next to him, one leg tucked under me and the other hanging over the edge.

     “Shall we start with the first one you got wrong?” He nodded, handing me the test and settling the pad comfortable on his leg. “Okay. It’s similar to the first problem we worked on your homework. Twenty-six plus nineteen equals x minus thirteen.”

     “Add twenty-six and nineteen, right?” I nodded. “Comes out to forty-five.” He pointed with the eraser of his pencil to the worked equation on the paper in front of me.

     “Work it longhand anyways. I want to make sure you do the math properly.” His eyes rolled behind his glasses before he added the two numbers. “Good. Now, here’s where I led you off last time. X minus thirteen is the same number, forty-five, right?” He nodded. “So instead of subtracting the two, you’re actually supposed to add them.” He nodded, writing the numbers out before adding them.

     “So x equals fifty-eight.” I nodded, resisting the urge to pat him on the back. “What’s the next one?”

     “X’s and Y’s together. X plus fourteen equals Y minus seven. Nearly exact to the homework once more. Again, I led you astray.” I glanced up to see him once more pressing his sleeve to his nose. A moment later I knew why, and shook my head. “At least you’re getting better at trying to block the fantasies from getting out, so to speak. Now then. Underneath, the value of X is given. See?” I pointed it to him and he leaned over to see before nodding. “X equals seven. So add seven and fourteen.” He nodded once more before dropping the sleeve and writing out the problem.

     “Twenty-one. And to find Y, we add seven to that?” I nodded, glad that he was learning on his own. “So Y equals twenty-eight, yeah?” He looked so much like a child showing a parent a new drawing and hoping for praise.      “Yeah. You got it.” I swear I saw him mouth “Score!” to himself before glancing at the test to work the next problem. I laid the sheet on the bed between us and laid on my back to stretch out.

     “Hey Twik?” I folded my arms under my head and closed my eyes.

     “Yeah?” I felt him shift his weight so he could face me a little better.

     “The other day, when you came to talk to me about what my problem was, I remember you saying something.” I nodded. I remember the day well enough myself. “You said...you said you were “shit at romantics”. Were you telling the truth?” At the hurt in his voice I opened my eyes and quickly sat up. He was looking at the floor. Not a good sign.

     “Nyck, please look at me.” He shook his head before bringing his legs up to his chest. “When I said that, I was partially telling the truth. In a “normal” setting, most people will wine and dine you just to get into your pants. My species has a very limited life span. These metal plates?” I showed him the back of my hand. “They grow inside our bodies as well. The average lifespan of a Guvnicca is thirty years. We live life to the absolute fullest, because we know we’ll die in our prime. I had hoped to scare you off so I’d have time to convince myself I wasn’t interested.

     “I really do like you, Nyck. I guess I thought you’d be overwhelmed if I brought you flowers every time I saw you in the hall, or took you to a romantic-ish setting every evening.” I could only do so well while on school grounds. “We can take up to five years or more to woo someone, Nyck. I’d like to spend twenty with you.” I managed to free one of his hands and held it in mine. I figured he was working out the math in his head.

     “You’d be thirty-eight, then.” His voice was full of doubt.

     “And it still wouldn’t be enough time. I want eternity, but I know I can’t have it.” He glanced at me, his eyes shiny with unshed tears.

     “Why not remove the plates then? With surgery or something?” I shook my head, slowly.

     “Surgery is an extremely rare success. The plates grow over our lungs and fuse to major blood vessels. We simply accept our fate as it is.” I tugged softly on his hand, and he dropped his legs to move a little closer. “I’m elated that I met you, but cursed at the same time. Elated that I get to spend time with you, cursed that it won’t be enough.” Out of nowhere he lunged at me, wrapping me in a hug as we toppled backwards onto the bed.

     “Any time at all with you is better than none at all, Twik.” His words came out muffled against my chest, but I heard them clearly enough.

     “I would risk a thousand surgeries, even if it meant one more day. If there was any way, Nyck, I would take it.” I gently took his glasses off so they wouldn’t break before wrapping my arms around him. One hand smoothed up and down his back.

     “Hitaru might be able to help you...” His voice was yet more muffled, his face buried against my chest. “She could morph as you and maybe tell where the plates are. Find some that could be removed without major damage to the vessels.” I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

     “It might add days instead of years, but it could work. I’ll talk to her.” I felt my shirt tighten against my chest as something made a wet spot. I felt Nyck’s shoulders shaking and I knew he was crying. I wrapped my arms tighter around him, holding him as close as I could.

     “And if she finds a way to help? Would you have the su-surgery?” His voice cracked on the last word. I nodded without even pausing to think.

     “That and many more, Nyck. Most debunk the idea of love at first sight. I have proof right on top of me.” I felt him burrow yet closer and smiled.

     “You’ll never leave me before your time?” He could be such a pessimist at times. I pressed my lips to his forehead once more before speaking.

     “I’m trying to say I love you, Nyckolas. And you’re talking of me dying. I have years yet before that happens. Let me spend them in peace. Let me spend them in your arms, where I’m happiest.” I felt his arms tighten around me.

     “If you die before you hit forty, I’ll bring you back just to kill you myself.” I chuckled at his promise.

     “So be it. I plan to die of old age. Which is at least fifty.” There had never been a Guvnicca to even reach thirty-seven before, much less fifty. “Which gives me many more years to be with my love.” I curled a finger under his chin to make him look at me. The green of his eyes was always hidden behind those glasses of his. “You should see about getting some contacts. Look into the information on them.” He ducked his head and started to silently laugh.

     “Were the puns unintended, or are you trying to make me laugh?” It took a moment for it to register that I had made a couple of puns without even trying.

     “A little mix of both, really.” I brought his head back up before moving down to press my lips against his. When he pressed back, I wisely pulled away. “I’ll speak to Hitaru and see if she can help. I can’t guarantee anything though, understood?” He nodded, leaning down to nuzzle my neck. I couldn’t help but smile.

     “So long as she helps, and we find a possibility.” I chuckled softly before tightening my arms once more. I didn’t dare tell him that I already had plates that started fusing to my lungs. I didn’t have the heart. I would simply take what time I had with him, and be glad that I had it.

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