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Underversity revamps from hell Part whatever
Star Council
Anime Club
and some yuri
UNDV Dime belongs to @chownkiies 🙏
Dreemurr Academy #11 (UnderSwap Gaster)
Dreemurr Academy, a prestigious closed-off college for monsters and humans alike of all ages and worlds.
This includes myself, though I'm sort of an in-between.
I'm Lynsie, the human anomaly. I'm a human, but I can do magic like monsters. I'm an oddball.
That's the thing about making a school that is open to multiple alternate dimensions. Weird things are bound to show up. Even a bunch of the same person. From what I saw on orientation day, the same faces are scattered around all around.
To fix these type of issues, everyone that has a multiple or doppelganger is given a school name so there's no confusion.
Other than that, it's fairly normal. The hierarchy is the simple.
The Deans are made up of the same people, skeleton monsters that go by the name of Gaster. One is a teacher of the Sciences, goes by Wingding. He's a kind and understanding man but is known to pull a prank or two. They all speak in a typeface sign language but use telepathy magic so others understand. It's been said no one has ever heard their real voices and those that have are no longer at the academy.
Another Gaster dean teaches Home Economics, he goes by Wingy. He's a bubbly sweet guy that loves his work. Nothing makes him smile more than seeing the joy on a student's face when they take pride in being able to do something they first thought they couldn't.
Another Gaster dean teaches the studies of Magic, he is called Fall. At times, he can be cynical, malicious, and sarcastic. He has a commanding presence that exuded gravitas, authority, and control, able to keep a class quiet without effort. Yet there is a kindness to him, it's rarely seen, but not unheard of.
Another Gaster dean teaches History, his nickname is Dings. A cold, bitter, and sometimes childish man. He tends to hold grudges against troublesome students and is extremely spiteful toward those whom he dislikes. Yet those that can take his punishments are rewarded with his respect. He is a teacher that commands respect and whose grades are earned with doom hanging over your head.
The Professors are also skeleton monsters, but not all are the same person. The Psychology professor is a guy named Papyrus but goes by Stretch. He's the favorite among students because he's so laid back. He chews a toothpick in class to suppress his urge to smoke, but we all know he does so when on break. He's really good at reading students and helps out when able. All in all, he's the cool teacher.
The Literature professor is a Papyrus that is called Fell. He is the one teacher everyone dreads. Very strict and old-fashioned. He does not tolerate interruptions and will humiliate those he feels need to be taken down a notch. Such things take their toll on him and often squeezes a stress ball that he keeps on his desk. But he is a very passionate man when it comes to his work and takes his subject seriously, even though this makes him into a bit of a grammar nazi which is why many students get low grades.
The Biology professor is a skeleton called Sans that sometimes goes by Classic, whatever that means. He is very cheesy and comes off as lazy, making puns that have people cringe yet secretly love them. He is very protective of his students and will go out of his way to help them. He does not tolerate bullying of any kind and can be quite scary. He's the second favorite among the students.
The Physical Education professor is also a Sans that goes by Pain. He is also a stern and old school type of teacher, only he tends to be crueler in the humiliation of students that are unprepared. While his scope is all around, he prefers the darker side of the study. Using borderline violence to weed out the weak that think taking his class is an easy A. There is mercy in his dojo, but it must be earned with blood, sweat, and tears.
The Students are broken into four groups based on which part of the four years they are currently in. The first years are called freshmen. Second years are sophomores. Third years are juniors. And fourth years are seniors. There are some variations on this topic, but this hierarchy of college students is still readily recognizable by everyone.
Me? This isn't my first rodeo but not my last. I'm a sophomore and have gotten the gist of who's who and what's what. I get along with students and teachers. I've always been a middle ground type of girl.
I didn't come looking for friends, but they just seemed to find me. Funny enough, my buddies are the brothers of the professors. Stretch's brother is a freshman, his name is Sans but goes by Rascal. Fell's brother, also a Sans, is a sophomore like me and goes by Edgy. Classic's brother is a Papyrus, a freshman that goes by Papy. And Pain's brother is a sophomore Papyrus by the name of Slim.
I've always been a tomboy. I prefer the company of guys. They're different and fun, even if they can be a bit odd sometimes.
Rascal, as the nickname implies, is the school clown/prankster. He likes to test his limits and challenge authority, even dishevels his uniform to assert his individuality. He comes off as a slacker but secretly is very deep, clever, and loyal to a fault. He likes taking his brother's class so he can improve his skills with messing with people, mostly his brother as he disrupts his teachings when he sees a chance.
Edgy is shy around new people and slow to open up, enjoying a laugh with friends when able. Though he appears weak or even nerdy because of his glasses, he is far tougher than he leads on. He doesn't take crap from anyone. When alone, he's angsty and borders on straight up angry. Getting a pissy attitude when annoyed. Like his brother, he is very passionate about literature and does his best to impress his brother, going so far as to become the teacher's pet.
Papy is easily the most lovable guy in the whole school. Very cheerful and optimistic, he tries his best no matter what. He doesn't like conflict and tries to keep his brother out of trouble when the teacher pulls a prank. I find it sweet of him to take his brother's class even though he doesn't particularly enjoy it, just so he can stay close to him. Like I said, this guy is a lovable soul.
Slim is easy going. He doesn't take things too seriously and never breaks a sweat over hard exams. The only thing that breaks his cool is his smoking, he really gets tense if he goes too long without his fix. He's incredibly smart and instinctual, good traits to have when dealing with his brother. While he does attend his brother's class, he merely does so as a request of his brother who likes to make sure he doesn't slack off due to not being challenged enough.
All of them are oddly related to each other in some form. Gaster's, Papyrus's, and Sans's are brothers. Yet I see them all as different people. I value them. They're helping me even if they don't know it. I am not so confident in myself. I tend to isolate myself, go at things lone wolf style. It's how I've always been. Then I met them and slowly my world began to expand bit by bit. I'm still not comfortable with others. But with them, I can step out from behind my mask for a bit, and really be myself around them.
Today is a typical day. It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, it's perfect weather for a game of catch or a trip to the beach. But for me, this is not the case. Lately, there's been one class I am less than getting by in and, as sexist as it sounds, it's a class I should be doing well in...Home Economics.
Home economics, or as Professor Wingy likes to call it, domestic science or home science, is a field of study that deals with the economics and management of the home and community. It deals with the relationship between individuals, families, communities, and the environment in which they live. Situated in the human sciences, home economics draws from a range of disciplines to achieve optimal and sustainable living for individuals, families, and communities.
Historically, home economics has been in the context of the home and household, but this has extended in the 21st century to include the wider living environments as we better understand that the capacities, choices, and priorities of individuals and families impact at all levels, ranging from the household to the local and the global community. Home Economists are concerned with promoting and protecting the well-being of individuals, families, and communities; they facilitate the development of attributes for lifelong learning for paid, unpaid, and voluntary work. Home economics professionals are advocates for individuals, families, and communities.
The content of home economics comes from the synthesis of multiple disciplines. This interdisciplinary knowledge is essential because the phenomena and challenges of everyday life are not typically one-dimensional. The content of home economics courses vary, but may include: food, nutrition, and health; personal finance; family resource management and planning; textiles and clothing; shelter and housing; consumerism and consumer science; household management; design and technology; food science and hospitality; human and monster development and family studies; communication and extension education and community services, among others. The capacity to draw from such disciplinary diversity is a strength of the profession, allowing for the development of specific interpretations of the field, as relevant to the context.
These things make up the class and these things are stuff that a girl like me lacks skill in. As a still mostly antisocial tomboy, things of this girly nature are not so easily mastered, at least some of it isn't. Things like family finances are simple enough. Family finances typically address theoretical issues of organization and management processes related to family spending, economic decision-making, saving and borrowing. This is so we may learn information about household production and human capital development while learning about economic crises, public policies, human capital, and resource management.
Nutrition is another easy one. Nutrition commonly addresses the role of nutrition and food intake in an individual's life as well as nutrient sources and requirements for an individual's well being. Within a nutrition course, students may study topics that include digestion, absorption, and metabolism. Students may also learn about dietary recommendations, nutrient deficiencies, and toxicities.
Textiles is something I am not so good at. In the textile-related course, students may study the types of textiles and their properties. They can learn to identify a variety of fibers. Generally, students also learn about the selection, use, and maintenance of various textiles related to both apparel and interior design. Many textile courses offer students hands-on experience, and students come to understand various processes and finishes for fibers that can help them establish the value of textiles as consumers, designers, and merchandisers.
Merchandising is one I'm apparently failing at. Merchandising courses typically discuss the business principles related to retail, apparel, and services. Within these courses, students may learn about approaches to inventory styling, pricing, and timing, problems in the retail industry and marketing theories. These courses may also give students an idea of planning and budget a business.
Family Studies is easier than I thought it would be. Courses that discuss family studies address and analyze issues, theories and research of human development, family development, and relationships. Students may review external factors and individual decisions that impact the family structure.
Education is simple, obviously. Students can learn about different educational philosophies and research methods. They might study the use of instructional technology, the needs of students with disabilities and the curricula followed at different stages of learning. Additionally, they can delve into studies of educational psychology.
Financial Management for Individuals and Families, yes, it's basically like the first one but I need the credits. This course explores basic budgeting, use of credit, home buying, insurance, investments and other financially related topics. Students learn how to develop personal or family financial plans for their households, including savings for retirement, college or home buying. The class is taught primarily through lecture and discussion.
Family Ecosystems and Relationships are like family studies, but more of a pain in the ass. Participants in this class study various relationships within families and the issues surrounding them. The curriculum addresses the family as a social unit in a larger society. Discussions related to family dynamics, changes throughout the life cycle, and social conditions help students illuminate factors that may place stress on a family. Other possible topics include prevention of teenage pregnancy, domestic violence, family planning, conflict resolution, and non-traditional family structures.
Interior Design and Aesthetics, I'm failing this one because I could care less about this shit. Coursework addresses the aesthetic, social, and economic aspects of home design and decoration. Students learn to analyze homes for furnishing and equipment needs, taking into account aspects of functionality, aesthetics, and durability. Also discussed are environmental concerns in the home and the needs of diverse populations. Students may design a home environment using drawings or collages.
Diet and Meal Planning is more my jam, but not really, I'm a jelly kind of girl. This course covers the planning and organization of family meals. The curriculum addresses family size, nutritional needs of family members, economic levels and family schedules. Students learn about the meal traditions and requirements of different ethnic backgrounds and ages. Recipe writing and critique may be included. A lab unit affords students the opportunity to prepare meals under instructor guidance.
Then there's my pure talent course, cooking, and all its forms. Cuisine Technique Essentials teaches fundamental cuisine skills that will provide a solid foundation of technical knowledge. Techniques are apply-able to a number of carefully selected recipes to develop practical abilities. This course has been designed to improve confidence in the kitchen at home and provide an essential repertoire of skills that can be applied daily to a variety of dishes.
Cuisine classes are like a buffet, everything you want in one place. Master basic to advanced culinary techniques that apply to any style of cuisine. Explore French culinary traditions, global cuisines, and current trends. It addresses the principles of nutrition and food science, and their application within culinary arts in the following disciplines: health, science, sustainability, and gastronomy with an emphasis on nutrition. Perfect for the culinary enthusiast or people looking to gain a little more confidence at home in their own kitchen, it's a great way to discover international cuisines, cuisine techniques and creative cooking with vegetables as you can hone your culinary skills, as well as becoming more creative in both taste and presentation. The Core Units of this class are: Traditional French Cuisine Skills. Cuisine Kitchen Operations. Food Safety and hygiene. The Core Objectives are to demonstrate fundamental basic cuisine preparations and cooking techniques including: knife skills. Basic classical vegetable cuts. Fish filleting skills. Elementary sauces and emulsions. Basic stocks and derivatives. Basic doughs (e.g. pasta and puff pastry). Introduction to plating presentation. Basic plated desserts for restaurants. Elementary methods of cooking e.g. braising, pan-frying, boiling, deep-frying, roasting, and steaming. Identify French culinary terms. Follow health, safety and hygiene regulations. Identify wine & alcoholic beverages. Obtain basic cheese knowledge. Develop personal kitchen organization and management skills.
Gastronomy & Nutrition is pretty interesting. Exploring Gastronomy through practical culinary skills alongside the principles of Nutrition. Learning about current food trends and how nutrition, health, and food interact. Adapting recipes, creating innovative dishes using global flavors and acquiring knowledge of seasonality and sustainability. The program focuses on introducing practical culinary skills for healthy cooking, gastronomy lectures, and seminars, the science of food and sustainability in the context of the current health and wellness industry. Students undertake practical culinary classes, introductory nutrition theory, gastronomy seminars, tastings, and excursions. Through the study of nutrition and culinary arts discover how the intake of food can have a profound impact on health and well-being. Alongside this, students learn key skills in kitchen organization, food safety, business aspects of the food industry. To complete the program students undertake written assignments which involve weekly culinary practical assessment, recipe writing and costing, nutrition analysis and research, packaging, branding and social media in the health food industry along with gastronomy research projects.
Modern and Classic Sauces, because broth is awesome. Sauces are the foundation of French gastronomy and many other international cuisine styles. In this cookery course, we're lead through the preparation of a number of classic and modern variations. We learn to create an essential range of sauces, stocks, emulsions, and coulis to complement a wide variety of dishes. Content for our Modern and Classic Sauces course: Mother sauces (e.g. béchamel). Secondary sauces (e.g. bordelaise). Modern style sauces (e.g. cucumber and mint espuma). Basic sauces (e.g. beurre blanc). Sweet sauces (e.g. crème Anglaise). Basic stocks (e.g. white chicken stock). Emulsions (e.g. mayonnaise, vinaigrette). Fruit & vegetable coulis (e.g. parsley coulis, raspberry coulis).
Creative Vegetables is not the least bit fruity. With vegetarian food becoming increasingly diverse, this cooking course aims to teach creative and sophisticated meat-free recipes which everyone will enjoy. Throughout the class, we're shown how to enhance the flavors of unusual ingredients while also learning fundamental cuisine techniques. The content of our Creative Vegetable cookery course: Using different types and parts of vegetables (e.g flower bud, leaves, tubers, roots, bulbs, grains). Using unusual vegetables and edible plants and flowers (e.g. nettle leaves). Vegetable cooking methods (e.g. pan fried, deep fried, poached and baked). And recipes for different vegetarian diets.
Bakery, Danish Pastries & Artisan Breads are a tough cookie to master...Heh...food puns. Learn typical French bread making techniques and processes for making bread. Make specialty danish, regional and artisan bread and learn how to apply advanced yeast production methods to uncover the secrets of artisan bread making and traditional boulangerie (bakery). It all aims to teach students a variety of techniques like basic bread doughs, viennoiseries, and sourdoughs as well as the essential knowledge required for running a small bakery business.
Pastry & Confectionery is the sweetest of classes. Courses range from specialized ateliers, basic through advanced levels of pastry and confectionery craft making, plated and boutique style desserts, world delicacies and precise decorating techniques to help you develop your skills whilst improving your creative flair. The wide range of exciting gourmet short courses ranges from Pâtisserie techniques, learning macaroons and chocolate demonstrations, all of which provide a truly unique culinary experience. Cake decorating is one of the most popular specialist pâtisserie courses, which passes on the intricate skills needed to complete modern decorating designs along with essential patisserie techniques and an insight into fundamental business acumen.
Cheese itself has its own specialty course. This is a program that introduces students to the world of cheese, students will learn how to prepare cheese platters, and to pair them with wine and cuisine. This program is designed for cheese lovers and people who are interested in pursuing a professional role in the food industry. The content of this program includes an introduction to the history and cultural background of cheese, manufacturing process, and pairing cheese with wine and other beverages. Students will attend demonstration and practical classes taught by Cheese Professional Association instructors. This program provides students a practical approach to learn more about cheese systematically.
Wines & Spirits is a tipsy subject of study. The school offers a comprehensive Wine Studies course which is 45 hours long and covers all the fundamental aspects of wine culture and history. A perfect course for anyone wanting to enter the world of wine for the first time. In addition to this many wine workshops which examine particular wines from particular regions of the world – including Old and New World wines. Food and Wine pairing workshops are also very popular. The school also offers innovative courses on making cocktails, teaching all the latest trendy cocktails from around the world. A unique course exploring the world of boutique Beers is also available for connoisseurs of this tasty beverage.
Fish and Shellfish is quite the catch. Home cooks and gourmet enthusiasts with a passion for 'fruit de mer' will be inspired by this cookery course which focuses exclusively on fish and shellfish. Here we learn the essential cooking skills required to expertly fillet and prepare a variety of fish and shellfish. Alongside these techniques, we're taught how to prepare a range of exquisite recipes, all of which can easily be replicated at home.
The Art of Sushi is raw but tasty. We observe, make notes, and ask questions as the Professor prepares each recipe and shares special tips and techniques for preparation. Here, we try your hand at creating the recipes with plenty of one-on-one guidance from Wingy.
Gourmet & Short Courses are mainly for beginners, gourmet enthusiasts or those wanting to be the best house party host, a wide range of courses have been designed to satisfy the time and budget conscious. All this and more can be found in Wingy's class. Yet no matter how hard I try, there are portions that have me struggling and it's dragging my grades down. I hate that. I hate failure for stupid shit. Why do I need to know the difference between silk and velour fabrics? Why do I need to know how to lay out furniture in my living room for maximum feng-shui? Why does it matter what fork I eat salad or cake with? Things like that are pointless to me but are the reasons my grades slip and I bash the trashcans behind the school to vent or I'd boil over so hot you'd be able to cook on my head.
The only thing that does help cool me down is that I can make it all up with extra credit. Boosting my grades in other parts of the class transfers over to my weaker set to compensate. After each major test and I know it'll affect my score, I cook something from the advance skill book that we haven't covered yet. My first grade-boosting meal was a Turducken. The ultimate in Thanksgiving overkill, turducken consists of a chicken stuffed inside a duck that is then stuffed inside a turkey, hence the name tur(key)duck(chick)en. The trick of roasting the perfect turducken comes in ensuring all the various meats, which require different temperatures to be cooked to perfection, don't dry out and remain tender and juicy. In addition, turducken requires the ability to debone the birds, while keeping the skin intact.
Another dish was Baked Alaska. This cold, creamy ice cream is packed within a charred meringue crust ranks among the most decadent of desserts, while also ranking as one of the most difficult to prepare. Not only does this dish require baking a sponge cake and making from-scratch meringue, it also needs to be lit on fire. The trick lies in placing it in a very hot oven for long enough to firm the meringue without melting the ice cream, bake for even slightly too long, and you wind up with a melted puddle beneath a scorched meringue topping.
One I was particularly proud of was when I baked a Soufflé. There are plenty of things that can go wrong when attempting a soufflé, as egg whites that aren't beaten enough will cause a fluffy, towering soufflé to tip over. Even a tiny bit of egg yolk in the mixture can result in collapse; the protein molecules from the yolk will surround the air bubbles before they can grow large enough to cause the soufflé to rise. The most difficult thing about making a soufflé is whisking enough air into the egg whites, to ensure that it rises in the oven and doesn't collapse afterward.
Then there was my Beef Wellington. Working with puff pastry can be tricky enough, but combined with cooking a cut of beef tenderloin inside of it, and the whole process becomes infinitely trickier. The tenderloin needs to be cooked to juicy perfection, while the puff pastry should be crispy and flaky, not a soggy mess, and will typically require a meat thermometer to ensure perfection. It is fiddly to wrap this dish and also difficult to cook it and ensure that the beef is rare in the middle but the pastry is golden brown.
Oh! And one time I made Gateau St. Honoré. It shouldn't come as a surprise that this French cake dedicated to the patron saint of bakers and pastry-makers is no walk in the park. As Le Cordon Bleu likes to point out, the complicated recipe requires no less than four different pastry elements; puff pastry, pâte à choux (the same dough used when making cream puffs), caramelized sugar and Crème Chiboust, a filling that combines pastry cream and Italian meringue.
I've made these and more. But today I am aiming even higher. This time, I shall create my masterpiece...The Baumkuchen. For a cake the Germans call "the king of cakes" and the Japanese call "the ultimate wedding cake," the Baumkuchen doesn't really look like a cake or behave like one. But it more than makes up for its oddities with rich flavor, history, and symbolism. It resembles a hollowed cross-section of a craggy tree trunk or a planet's rings, hence it's name which literally translates to "tree cake" in German. Depending on how you make it, it can have up to 21 delicate, sugary stratums, which give it a light yet chewy texture. The crowning quality of this specialty cake is the unusual method of preparation. To make the nearly paper-thin layers, the baker coats a spit with sponge cake batter, mounts it over a heat source, originally an open fire but today in a specialized oven, and bakes it rotisserie-style, rotating the spit slowly until the first layer is baked. This process is repeated 12 to 20 more times until the spit forms the cylindrical core of the cake. Once cool, the cake is sliced into rings and slid off the spit.
The Germans lay claim to the Baumkuchen and have records of a recipe and a name from the 15th century. But the Germans may not have been the first to bake cakes in this fashion. There are references to making a cake on a log over fire from ancient Rome. Wherever the cake may have originated, it lingered in Europe until the 20th century, when it took Japan by storm thanks to a plucky prisoner of war. During World War I, the Japanese Army captured baker Karl Juchheim from his home in Tsingtao, China, which was under German control at the time, where he'd been operating a pastry shop.
In captivity, Juchheim baked Baumkuchen for an exhibition staffed by war prisoners in 1919. When he was released a year later, he opened his first shop in Yokohama, the beginning of what would become a national craze. The appeal of the cake is in its many layers, the layers are said to represent the accumulation of happiness, making it a strong icon of luck in Japan. The treat became popular in Japan thanks to a post-war environment in which people craved sweets, especially moist sponge cakes. It was this passion for the Baumkuchen that led Juchheim's former employees to open a shop in his honor. The shop became the Juchheim Group, which still exists today, operating under the slogan: "a faithful pursuit of authentic, delicious flavors."
I know, a lot of random stuff. But cooking is more than just mix flour, butter, eggs, sugar, vanilla, and poof, you got food. Even though that's actually the ingredients I need to make this. Cooking is an art form and like all things, there's usually a back story that sometimes is really surprising.
There is, however, a mandatory requirement for doing extra credit in Wingy's class. While you are allowed to use the kitchen alone to practice, you're only allowed up to three times and then you only get the credit if you can show that you can while he watches. Before you perform, he inspects the room and then inspects the room again right after to make sure there were no possible means of cheating. I know it sounds crazy, but you wouldn't believe how many try to cheat or get by thinking his class is easy. Wingy takes his job very seriously even if he can be childish when working. Even though he knows I don't cheat, he inspects the room out of habit and I respect him to do what he needs to. So with this being my attempt day, I prepare what I need and make sure things are clean as he does his check.
"So how are things, sir? All good?"
"✞ ✡ 👎📬 ❄ 💣 ✋💧 💧 👍🕆 👎📬" (VERY GOOD. THE ROOM IS SECURED.)
"Not what I meant, but I could've phrased that better. My bad."
" ✏ ✡ 🕆 💣 ✌ ❄ 🏱 💧 ✌ ✡📬 📪 💧✋ ✡ 💣 📬 ✌ ✋❄ ✈🕆✋❄ 🕈 📬" (OH! YOU MEANT PERSONALLY. HEH, SILLY ME. ALL IT QUITE WELL.)
"That's good."
"✌ 👎 🕈 ✌ ✡ 🕆✍" (AND HOW ARE YOU?)
"I guess okay. Nothing really new happening in my little world."
"❄ ✌❄ 👍✌ 💧❄✋ 👌 😐 👎 ✋ ✌ 🏱 💧✋❄✋✞ ✋ ❄📬" (THAT CAN STILL BE LOOKED IN A POSITIVE LIGHT.)
"How so?"
"✌❄ ✌💧❄ ❄ ✋ 👌✌👎 ✌💧 ✌🏱🏱 👎📬" (AT LEAST NOTHING BAD HAS HAPPENED.)
"That...Is very true. Thank you, sir."
He smiles and once done with his inspection of the room, has a seat on one of the tables behind me.
" 😐✌✡ 💣✡ 👎 ✌ 📬 🕈 ✌❄ 👎 ✋👍✌👍✡ ✌ ✡ 🕆 👎 ✋ ❄✋ 💣 🕈✋❄ ❄ ✋💧 👎✌✡✍" (OKAY MY DEAR. WHAT DELICACY ARE YOU DELIGHTING ME WITH THIS DAY?)
"Well sir, today I'm attempting to make a Baumkuchen."
" 📬 ✋🕯✞ ✌ 👎 ✋❄📪 👌🕆❄ ✞ ✌👎 ✋❄📬 ✌ ✡ 🕆 💧🕆 ❄ ✌❄🕯💧 ❄ ❄ ✌ 👎✍" (OOOH. I'VE HEARD OF IT, BUT NEVER HAD IT. ARE YOU SURE THAT'S NOT TOO HARD?)
"Have some faith in me sir, or you won't get to lick the bowl."
"👌🕆❄ ❄ ✌❄🕯💧 ❄ 👌 💧❄ 🏱✌ ❄📬" (BUT THAT'S THE BEST PART.)
I can't help but giggle at him. He can be so cute that I have to keep reminding myself he's a teacher/dean and not one of my friends, or else I'll end up cursing like normal which he's not a fan of.
" 😐✌✡📪 ✡ 🕆 😐 🕈 ❄ 👎 ✋ 📬 ✠🏱 ✌✋ ✡ 🕆 🏱 👍 💧💧 ✌ 👎 🕈✌ 😐 💣 ❄ 🕆 ❄ ✋💧 💧❄ 🏱 👌✡ 💧❄ 🏱📬" (OKAY, YOU KNOW THE DRILL. EXPLAIN YOUR PROCESS AND WALK ME THROUGH THIS STEP BY STEP.)
"Sir, yes sir."
I slip on an apron and show him everything.
"For this, I'll be using the following ingredients. 1 cup butter at room temperature. 3⁄4 cup of sugar. 8 eggs separated. 2 tablespoons of dark rum. 1⁄8 teaspoon of salt. 1 cup of flour mixed with 1 cup of cornstarch. And 2 tablespoons of vanilla extract. Also, some chocolate bars to make into icing because come on, it's chocolate and chocolate is awesome."
He snickers and I get to work.
"First, I whip butter and sugar well until creamy. Gradually, I'll add the egg yolks and the rum, salt, vanilla, flour, and cornstarch to the butter-sugar mixture until a light, foamy batter forms."
"✞ ✡ ✋👍 📬" (VERY NICE.)
I do as I said, such basic stuff doesn't take long.
"Next up, I shall beat egg whites until they are very stiff and fold them gently into the batter."
"✋ 👎 🕯❄ 😐 🕈 ✌👌 🕆❄ ❄ ✌❄📬" (I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT.)
"Huh?"
"✡ 🕆 👌 ✌❄ ✋❄ ✌ 👎 ❄ ✌ ❄ ✍ ✋ 👎 🕯❄ ❄ ✋ 😐 ✋❄🕯💧 ✌ 👎 ✋👎 ✌ ❄ ✋✞ ❄ 👌✌❄❄ 💧❄ 👍😐 💣 💧✡ 👎 💣 📬" (YOU BEAT IT AND THEN ARE GENTLE? I DON'T THINK IT'S A GOOD IDEA TO GIVE THE BATTER STOCKHOLM SYNDROME.)
It takes me a moment to get the joke but when I do I nearly drop the batter bowl.
"Oh my god...*giggles* That's fudging priceless."
Like I said, I try not to curse around him.
"👍✌ 🕆 👎 ✌ 📬 ✌ ✡💣 ✌👌🕆💧 ❄ ❄ 👎 ✡ 🕆 💣✋ ❄ ❄ 👍 ✌ 👎 🕈✋❄ ✌📫💧✌ ❄📬" (CAREFUL DEAR. ANYMORE ABUSE TO THE FOOD YOU MIGHT GET CHARGED WITH A-SALT.)
I have to put the bowl down to avoid messing up. Now I see who Stretch puns with when I'm not with him. Wingy is a pro.
"Please sir...*snickers* While I love this, I can't concentrate while my gut busts."
" 💣💣💣📬📬📬✋ 💧🕆🏱🏱 💧 ❄ ✌❄🕯💧 ❄ 🕆 📬 ✌ ✋ ❄📪 ✋🕯 💧❄ 🏱 🕈📬 👎 ❄ ✡ 😐 ❄ 👌 ✡ 🕆📬" (HMMM...I SUPPOSE THAT'S TRUE. ALRIGHT, I'LL STOP FOR NOW. NO NEED FOR THE YOLK TO BE ON YOU.)
"Sir!"
" 😐✌✡📪 ✋🕯💣 💧❄ 🏱🏱✋ 📪 ✋🕯💣 💧❄ 🏱🏱✋ ✋ ❄ 🕈📬 📬📬📬❄ ✌ 😐 ✡ 🕆 🕆💣 ✋ 💣 📬" (OKAY, I'M STOPPING, I'M STOPPING RIGHT NOW. HEH HEH...THANK YOU FOR HUMORING ME.)
I give him a warm smile.
"No need to thank me. I enjoy it. I like being able to help make others smile."
A touch of green color dusts his cheekbones as I continue to the next step.
"Now then, I pour about 2 tablespoons batter as a thin covering into this 8-1/2 inch springform pan greased with butter so nothing will stick. We don't want this thing breaking because it won't let go."
"✋ ✋😐 ❄ ❄ ✋ 😐 ❄ 👍 😐🕈✌ 😐 🕈💧 ❄ 👎 ✋💧 ❄✌💧❄✡ ✌ 👎 🕆💧❄ ✌💧 🏱 👌 💣💧 💧 ✌ ✋ 🕈✋❄ ❄ 💧📬" (I LIKE TO THINK THE COOKWARE KNOWS THE FOOD IS TASTY AND JUST HAS PROBLEMS SHARING WITH OTHERS.)
"Sir...That is the most adorable thing I have ever heard."
"✋ ❄ ✡📬" (I TRY.)
"Okay, now you're stealing my lines."
"🕈 ✌❄ 👍✌ ✋ 💧✌✡✍ 🕆 ✋😐 ❄ ✌❄ 👍✌😐 📪 🕈 ✌❄ ✡ 🕆 💧✌✡ ✌ ✡ 💧❄✋👍😐💧 💣 📬" (WHAT CAN I SAY? UNLIKE THAT CAKE, WHAT YOU SAY REALLY STICKS ON ME.)
His words end up touching my heart. Focus girl, you have a cake to bake and grades to make.
"Next, on the uppermost oven rack, I broil the pan in the preheated for 2 minutes or until golden brown. I must maintain watch carefully, as this browning can take place very quickly. After that, I'll repeat until all the batter is gone. There should be about 14 to 16 layers. When the cake is done, I'll let it stand a few minutes before running a sharp knife along the sides of the pan. Removing the cake from the pan and make sure it's no longer piping hot. Once the cake is cool, I'll finish the cake with a thin icing made from the highest quality chocolate available."
"✞ ✡ 👎📬 🏱 👍 👎 🕈✋❄ ❄ ❄✋💣 📫👍 💧🕆💣✋ 💣 ❄✌ 📬" (VERY GOOD. PROCEED WITH THE TIME-CONSUMING MONTAGE.)
"This isn't TV, sir. A montage won't play out."
" ❄ 🕈✋❄ ❄ ✌❄ ✌❄❄✋❄🕆👎 ✋❄ 🕈 🕯❄📬 👍 💣 📬 ❄🕯💧 💣✌😐 💧 💣 🕆 🕆❄ ✋❄📬" (NOT WITH THAT ATTITUDE IT WON'T. COME ON. LET'S MAKE SOME FUN OUT OF IT.)
I give him a look as I put the pan in the oven.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
" 📪 ✡ 🕆 😐 🕈 ✋❄📬 *ahem* ❄ 🕆 🕯💧 ✌🏱🏱 ✌👍 ✋ 📪 ❄ ✋✞ ✋❄ ✡ 🕆 ������ 💧❄📬 ✌ 👎 ✡ 🕆🕯✞ ❄ ❄ ✌👍 ✡ 🕆 🏱 ✋💣 📬 ❄ ✌❄'💧 🕈 ✡ 🕆 👎 ❄ 🏱🕆❄ ✡ 🕆 💧 ❄ ❄ ❄ 💧❄📬 ✌ 👎 💧 🕈 🕆💧 ✌ 🏱✌💧💧✌ ❄✋💣 📬 🕈 🕯 ✋ ❄ 👎 ✌ 💣 ❄✌ 📬📬📬💣 ❄✌ 📬 📪 ✋❄ ❄✌😐 💧 ✌ 💣 ❄✌ 📬📬📬💣 ❄✌ 📬 " (OH, YOU KNOW IT. *AHEM* ♪ THE HOUR'S APPROACHING, TO GIVE IT YOUR BEST. AND YOU'VE GOT TO REACH YOUR PRIME. THAT'S WHEN YOU NEED TO PUT YOURSELF TO THE TEST. AND SHOW US A PASSAGE OF TIME. WE'RE GOING TO NEED A MONTAGE...MONTAGE. OOOH, IT TAKES A MONTAGE...MONTAGE.♫)
My god...He's absolutely charming and I dig his humor!
"♪Show a lot of things happening at once. Remind everyone of what's going on...what's going on. And with every shot, show a little improvement. To show it all would take too long. That's called a montage...montage. Girl, we want montage...montage.♫"
He smiles in delight and hugs me from behind, swaying us in a sort of dance. He's always been very affectionate. Especially when happy or when with his close circle of friends/family.
" ✋ ✌ ✡❄ ✋ ✋ ✡ 🕆 🕈✌ ❄ ❄ 📬 💣 🕆💧❄ ✌ 👌 ✋ ❄ ✌ 🏱 📬 ✡ 🕆 👎 ✌ 💣 ❄✌ 📬📬📬💣 ❄✌ 📬 ✞ 👍😐✡ ✌👎 ✌ 💣 ❄✌ 📬📬📬💣 ❄✌ 📬 " (♪IN ANYTHING IF YOU WANT TO GO. FROM JUST A BEGINNER TO A PRO. YOU NEED A MONTAGE...MONTAGE. EVEN ROCKY HAD A MONTAGE...MONTAGE.♫)
"♪Always fade out in a montage...montage. If you fade out...It seems like more time has passed in a montage...montage.♫"
"✌ 📪 💧🕆👍 🕈 ✋💣💧✡📬 🕈 ✋ 💧 ✡ ❄ 💧 💣 💣 ❄💧📬" (AH, SUCH WHIMSY. HOW I SO ENJOY THESE MOMENTS.)
"I aim to please."
"✌ 👎 ✡ 🕆 👎 📬 ✋❄🕯💧 ❄ 💣✌ ✡ ✌💧 💧 🕈 ✡ ✋ ✋😐 ✡ 🕆📬" (AND YOU DO. IT'S ONE OF THE MANY REASONS WHY I LIKE YOU.)
I blush and look away to check the cake.
"Awww...You're just saying that."
" 📪 ✋ 💣 ✌ ✋❄📬 ✋🕯✞ 👌 ❄ ✌👍 ✋ ✡ 🕆 ❄🕈 ✡ ✌ 💧 🕈 ✌ 👎 ✋ 💣🕆💧❄ 💧✌✡📪 ✡ 🕆 ✌✞ 👎 ✌ ❄ ❄ 👍 💣 ❄ ✋💧 ✌ 📬 💧❄ ✡📪 😐 🏱✋ 🕆🏱 ✡ 🕆 🗐📬📁 ✌✞ ✌ 💧 ✋💧 ✈🕆✋❄ ❄ ✌👍 ✋ ✞ 💣 ❄📬" (NO, I MEAN IT. I'VE BEEN TEACHING YOU FOR TWO YEARS NOW AND I MUST SAY, YOU HAVE DONE A LOT TO COME THIS FAR. HONESTLY, KEEPING UP YOUR 4.0 AVERAGE FOR SO LONG IS QUITE THE ACHIEVEMENT.)
He allows me to take the pan out and apply more batter.
"When you have great teachers, learning is easy, and so are the grades that go with it. It's no big deal."
" ❄ 👍 ❄ ✌ ✡📬 🕈 ✋ 💧🕆 📪 ✡ 🕆 ✌👎 💧 ✌ ✋💣🏱 💧💧✋✞ 📪 ✋❄🕯💧 ✡ 🕆 🏱 💧 ✌ ✋❄✡ ❄ ✌❄ ✋💧 🕈 ✋ 💧 ✡ 🕆 💧 ✋ 📬 ✡ 🕆 ✌ 💧 💧🕈 ❄ ❄ 💣✡ 👌 ❄ 💧📬 ✞ ✋ 💧✌ 💧 ✋💧📬📬📬🕈 📬📬📬 💧💧 ❄ ✌ 🏱 🏱 ✌ 🕆 👎 ✡ 🕆📬" (ON THE CONTRARY. WHILE SURE, YOUR GRADES ARE IMPRESSIVE, IT'S YOUR PERSONALITY THAT IS WHERE I SEE YOU SHINE. YOU ARE SO SWEET TO MY BROTHERS. EVEN IF SANS IS...WELL...LESS THAN PROPER AROUND YOU.)
I put pan back in the oven.
"Rascal is entertaining, to say the least. But he's a good guy deep down. I can always trust him to have my back if something happens. Like the time I got ambushed by the preppies. Had he not shown up, I'd have gotten more hurt than I did."
"✋ 💣 👌 ❄ ✌❄ ✋ 👍✋👎 ❄📬 ❄🕈 ✞ 💧❄🕆👎 ❄💧 ✋ ❄ ❄✌ 👎 👎 🕆🏱 ✋ ❄ ✋ ✋ 💣✌ ✡📬 ❄ 💧 ❄🕈 ✞ 📪 ✡ 💧✌ 💧 ✌ 👎 ✡ 🕆 🕈 ❄ ✌💧❄ ✋ 🕆 👎📪 ❄ ✌ 🏱 ✋ ❄ ❄ ✌❄ ✋💧📬" (I REMEBER THAT INCIDENT. TWELVE STUDENTS IN TOTAL ENDED UP IN THE INFIRMARY. OF THOSE TWELVE, ONLY SANS AND YOU WERE THE LEAST INJURED, TO A POINT THAT IS.)
"Like I said, they were looking to cripple me. *growl* Can't believe they accused me of attacking them first. Those arrogant snot-nosed high and mighty think they're better than everyone else mother fuckers!"
I punch the table and he jumps in shock.
" ✡ 💧✋ ✏" (LYNSIE!)
I huff a few times to settle down.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you or swear. I've been trying to work on that with Stretch. They just make me so mad. I hate how they think that just because they come from money and are human, that makes them superior."
I go to pull the pan out but my punching hand is now a sore and slightly bloody mess, yet I manage.
" 📪 ❄ 💣 🏱📬" (HERE, LET ME HELP.)
Wingy tends to my hand, making sure I didn't break it and bandaging it up with the first-aid kit, all while I apply more batter the to pan with my left hand. Still calming down and now blocking out pain, I keep talking.
"💧✋ ✡ ✋ 📬 ✡ ✡ 🕆 👍✌ 🕆 ❄ ✡ 🕆 💧 🕈 ✋ ❄ ✋ 💣 ✌ 💧❄ ✡📬" (SILLY GIRL. ONLY YOU CAN HURT YOURSELF WHILE TELLING ME A STORY.)
"I know. I'm such a mess."
"✋ 👎✋👎 🕯❄ 💧✌✡ ❄ ✌❄📪 🕈 🕆 👎 ✋ ✞ 💧 ✡ 🕆 ✋ 💧🕆👍 ✋ ❄📬 ✡ 🕆🕯 ✞ ✡ 🏱✌💧💧✋ ✌❄ 📬 ✋❄🕯💧 ✌ ✈🕆✌ ✋❄✡ ✋ ✌👎💣✋ ✌ 👎 ✋ ✌ 🕈 👎📪 🕈 🕆 👎 👌 💣 ❄ ✌ ✌🏱🏱✡ ❄ ✋ 👎🕆 📬" (I DIDN'T SAY THAT, NOR WOULD I EVER SEE YOU IN SUCH LIGHT. YOU'RE VERY PASSIONATE. IT'S A QUALITY I ADMIRE AND IF ALLOWED, WOULD BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO INDULGE.)
"You flatter me, sir."
" ✡ 👌 👍✌🕆💧 ✋ 👍✌ 📬 ✡ 🕆 💣✌😐 ❄ ✋💧 💧💣✋ 💣✋ 👌✋ ✌👍 ❄✋💣 ✋ 💧 ✡ 🕆 💧❄ 🏱 ✋ ❄ ✌ ✡ 💣 ✋🕯💣 ✋ 📬 ✋🕯💣 💧 ✌🏱🏱✡ ✡ 🕆 👍✌💣 ❄ ❄ ✋💧 💧👍 ✏" (ONLY BECAUSE I CARE. YOU MAKE THIS SMILE OF MINE BIGGER EACH TIME I SEE YOU STEP INTO ANY ROOM I'M IN. I'M SO HAPPY YOU CAME TO THIS SCHOOL!)
"*giggles* This is a place of equality. No one is better than anyone else or given special treatment based on what race they are. Human or Monster, everyone is given the same opportunities. And you are only as good as you make yourself. That's why I chose this academy. I thought things would be different. That stupid things like pompous over privileged punks were left in high school. Seems I was mistaken."
"✋ ✡ 💧🕆👍 ✌❄✋✞ 💧 ✌👎 ✌ ❄✋💣 ✋💣✋❄ 🕈 ✋👍 ❄ ✡🕯👎 ✌💧❄📬 👌🕆❄ 💧✌👎 ✡📪 ❄ 🕈 👎 👎 💧 🕯❄ 🕈 😐 ✋😐 ❄ ✌❄📬 🕈 👍✌ ✡ ❄ ✡ ❄ 💣✌😐 ❄ ✋ 💧 👌 ❄❄ ✌ 👎 ❄ ❄ ❄ 💧 ❄ ✌❄ ❄ ✡ ❄ 🕆✋ ✋ 🕆💧 🕈✋ 📬 🕈 ✌❄ ✌❄ ✞✋👍❄ ✡ ✋💧 ❄ ❄ ✌ ❄ 💧 🕈 ❄ ✌❄ 🕈 👍✌ ❄ 👌 👌 ✌❄ 💣✌❄❄ 🕈 ✌ 👎 ❄ ✡ ❄ ✡✍" (IF ONLY SUCH NEGATIVES HAD A TIME LIMIT FOR WHICH THEY'D LAST. BUT SADLY, THE WORLD DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT. WE CAN ONLY TRY TO MAKE THINGS BETTER AND NOT LET THOSE THAT TRY TO RUIN LIFE FOR US WIN. FOR WHAT GREATER VICTORY IS THERE THAN TO SHOW THAT WE CAN NOT BE BEATEN NO MATTER HOW HARD THEY TRY?)
He kisses my wrapped up hand, a sweet and common gesture of his, which is fine with me. But the eye contact and way he seems to stare into my very soul shakes me. So much so that my less coordinated hand loses grip on the batter filled ladle and splatters us a little.
"I-i'm so sorry about that."
"✋❄🕯💧 ✌ ✋ ❄📬 ✌ 💣 👎 📬" (IT'S ALRIGHT. NO HARM DONE.)
We wipe away what batter we find on our persons and I try to get this cake done before I do something else foolish or more so. Though he remains at my side, making me a tad nervous.
"Sir...I can handle this."
"✋ 😐 🕈📬" (I KNOW.)
"Not to sound like a B-word, but then why are you...?"
Suddenly, he grabs my face and I'm like a blushing statue.
"S-sir?"
" 👎 💧❄✋ 📬" (HOLD STILL.)
He leans in slowly and my eyes widen big time. He's locked onto me and before something happens, I shut my eye tight. What I expect to feel is some sort of kiss, instead, I feel something like a tongue lick along my cheek then pulls away. I open my eyes to see him smiling with sugary innocence.
"💧 ✡📬 ✡ 🕆 ✌👎 ✌ ✋❄❄ 👌✌❄❄ ✡ 🕆 👍 😐 ✌ 👎 ✋ 👍 🕆 👎 🕯❄ 🏱 💣✡💧 📬" (SORRY. YOU HAD A LITTLE BATTER ON YOUR CHEEK AND I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF.)
My cheeks burn red and by the look on his face, I'd say he can literally feel the intense heat under his bony hands, making him blush as well with realization.
" 📬📬📬 💣✡📬📬📬✋📬📬📬✋ ✌🏱 ✋ 📬 ✋ 👎✋👎 🕯❄ 💣 ✌ ❄ 📬📬📬" (OH...OH MY...I...I APOLOGIZE. I DIDN'T MEAN TO...)
He actually seems scared, his eyes even watering. Like he just hurt me. That level of purity is so rare in these days. I admire him so much for it.
"Sir...*sigh* Wingy, it's okay."
"*sniffles* ✋❄ ✋💧✍" (*SNIFFLES* IT IS?)
"It is. So please don't be sad. Look, I'll do it too."
I turn the oven off and place the cake out to cook. Sure it doesn't have a lot of layers like it should, but I made it thick so that should help. With that secured, I dab my finger in the batter bowl and tap his cheek, making his eyes widen. Cautiously I lean into him and gently lick it off, causing so much green color to light up his skull.
"See? It's okay. Everything is fi...!"
He cuts me off by tapping a batter coated finger to my lips.
" 📬 👎 💧 ❄ ✋💧 👍 🕆 ❄ ✌💧 👌✌❄❄ ✡ ❄ ✡ 🕆✍" (HEH HEH. DOES THIS COUNT AS BATTERY TO YOU?)
I blink a few times before smirking.
"Wingy, you are the sweetest guy I know. But I know one way you can get even sweeter."
He tilts his head.
" ✌ ✡✍ 🕈✍" (REALLY? HOW?)
"Like this."
I kiss him, giving him a taste of the batter and he's stunned.
"There. Now you're sweeter."
I giggle to myself. Not noticing him feel his tingling mouth or lick the batter from it. Something in that moment, a spark flaring out from what was a silly joke among respected friends/pseudo-colleagues, it has him feeling something. A feeling that was new. A feeling that was thrilling. A feeling that he wanted more of. By the time my giggle fit ends he's returned to his senses and pulls me to him, much to my puzzlement.
"Sir?"
" ✋✞ 💣 📬" (FORGIVE ME.)
His mouth smothers mine before I can even utter the question of what he meant. It's strange, part of me is saying this shouldn't be happening, but a louder voice in my head is saying this is something I shouldn't let slip away. Slowly, I begin to return his kiss. Feeling this, he stops.
"✡ 🕆📬📬📬✡ 🕆🕯 😐✋💧💧✋ 👌✌👍😐✍" (YOU...YOU'RE KISSING BACK?)
"Do you not want me to kiss you?"
" 📫 ✏ 👍 🕆 💧 ✋📬📬📬✋ 💣 ✌ 📬📬📬✋ 👎✋👎 🕯❄ ❄ ✋ 😐 ✡ 🕆 🕈 🕆 👎📬" (N-NO! OF COURSE I...I MEAN...I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD.)
"Wingy, you adorable goofball. *sigh* You are more than a teacher to me. You are a good friend. Someone I care for. While I don't know if I feel those powerful feelings like depicted in stories, I do know that I don't mind kissing you."
" 📫 ✌ ✡✍" (R-REALLY?)
"Yes. Really."
"📬📬📬 ✡ 💧✋ ✍" (...LYNSIE?)
"Yeah?"
"👍✌ 🕈 📬📬📬👍✌ 🕈 😐 🏱 😐✋💧💧✋ ✍" (CAN WE...CAN WE KEEP KISSING?)
He twiddles his hands nervously and I can't help toss him a bone...Ha! Bone...skeleton puns!
"Yes. I'd like that."
With the okay given, he giddily hugs me tight before suddenly plunging into a deep kiss, catching me off guard. Using my shock to his opportunity, his nimble tongue finds its way into my mouth and around my own, skillfully teasing me with subtle caresses. He kisses me hungrily, almost like he needs to do this to satisfy some craving he has, and honestly, I'm not about to complain. These things he's doing have me feeling more than expected and I am really enjoying all the affection he has to give me.
An intimate embrace follows as I sink into his care and wrap my arms around his neck. His hands begin to roam freely over my body. I can feel them travel everywhere, the soft and skilled hands of someone that cares, through the fabric of my uniform. When they come to a stop on my rear, he looks to me and makes sure I'm okay with this, when I give him the okay he softly fondles the plump flesh.
"💧 💧 ❄📬" (SO SOFT.)
"T-thanks, I guess."
"✌ ✡ 🕆 💧🕆 ❄ ✌❄ ✡ 🕆🕯 ✌ ✋ ❄ 🕈✋❄ ❄ ✋💧✍ ✡ 🕆 💧 💣 🕆 👍 💣 ❄✌👌 📬" (ARE YOU SURE THAT YOU'RE ALRIGHT WITH THIS? YOU SEEM UNCOMFERTABLE.)
"I'm okay. I'm just nervous. This is all very new to me.)
His blush increases.
"🕈 📬📬📬✋📬📬📬✋ 💧 ✌ ❄ ✡ ❄ 💣✌✋ ✌ ❄ 💣✌ ✌👌 🕆❄ ❄ ✋💧📬 ❄ 🕆 ✋ 💣🕆💧❄ ✌👎💣✋❄📬📬📬✋❄🕯💧 ❄ ✌💧✡ ❄ 😐 🏱 💣✡💧 👍 💣🏱 💧 👎📬 ❄ ✋💧 👍 💧 💧💧 🕈 🕯 💧 ✌ ✋ 📬 👌 ✋ ✌👌 ❄ ❄ 🕆👍 ✡ 🕆 ✋😐 ❄ ✋💧 *shudder* ✋❄🕯💧 💣✌😐✋ 💣✡ ✌👎 💧🏱✋ 📬" (WELL...I...I SHALL TRY TO REMAIN A GENTLEMAN ABOUT THIS. THOUGH I MUST ADMIT...IT'S NOT EASY TO KEEP MYSELF COMPOSED. THIS CLOSENESS WE'RE SHARING. BEING ABLE TO TOUCH YOU LIKE THIS *SHUDDER* IT'S MAKING MY HEAD SPIN.)
"I feel it too. It's like a warm tingly fuzzy feeling. But it doesn't feel bad...Does it?"
" 📬 ✋ ✋😐 ✋❄📬" (NO. I LIKE IT.)
"I do too."
"💣✌✡ ✋📬📬📬💣✌✡ ✋ ❄ ✡ 💧 💣 ❄ ✋ ✍" (MAY I...MAY I TRY SOMETHING?)
"Okay."
Softly he kisses me once more before slowly trailing kisses across my cheek and down towards my neck. My eyes flutter at the feeling. Heat radiates throughout my body in waves, sweet delicious waves. I'm already lost when he begins to nibble tenderly on my neck, sometimes rearing up and whispering cute nothings in my ear. I must admit, I like this stance as he lays his face on my shoulder and licks along my neck in long tasting laps. When he starts to cup my hand-filling breasts with gentle touches, I throw my head into his shoulder. I brazenly present all I have to offer while arching my spine back, my breasts more sensitive to his unique circling ministrations.
"✡ 🕆 💧 🕈✌ 💣📬" (YOU FEEL SO WARM.)
"You really know how to get my blood to boil."
"❄ ✋❄🕯💧 💧✌ ❄ 💧✌✡ ❄ ✌❄ ❄ ✋💧 ✋💧 ❄❄✋ 💧❄ ✌💣✡✍" (THEN IT'S SAFE TO SAY THAT THIS IS GETTING STEAMY?)
"I know I'm cool with it."
"💣💣💣💣💣💣📬📬📬✋ 👍 🕆 👎 🕆💧❄ ✌❄ ✡ 🕆 🕆🏱❞📬" (MMMMMM...I COULD JUST EAT YOU UP~.)
"Well feel free to dig in."
Given more approval, he continues to play with my chest. Even through the fabric of my apron, uniform's top and bra, I can feel the exquisite texture of bone with every acute sensation. When he pinches my nipple between two fingers and flicks it about briskly enough to barely leave an impression on the edge of madness, I feel as though my mind would explode right then and there. I shiver when he breathes a moan in my ear, my grip on him tightens and in turn, so does his own.
" ✡ 💧✋ 📬📬📬✋❄🕯💧 💧 ❄ ✋ 📬 ✌ ✡ 🕆 💧🕆 ❄ ✞ ✋💧 ✍" (LYNSIE...IT'S SO HOT IN HERE. ARE YOU SURE THE OVEN IS OFF?)
"Positive. I think that's just us that is cooking."
" 📬" (OH.)
"Is something wrong?"
" ❄ ✌ ✡📬 🕆💧❄ ✋ ✋😐 🕈 🕯 👌✌💧❄✋ 📬" (NOT REALLY. JUST FEELING LIKE WE'RE BASTING.)
"I swear these puns are going to be the end of us."
"✡ ❄ ❄ ✡🕯 💧 💣🕆👍 🕆 📬" (YET THEY'RE SO MUCH FUN.)
"So true."
Dipping my fingers in the batter, I offer him a taste to which he eagerly sucks on before sharing it with me in a tender kiss. Carefully, we end up against one of the tables as he unties the apron, letting it fall limply to the floor. There he helps lift me onto it, allowing me to be closer to him in height and letting him not have to slouch as much as if we were both standing. Kissing my neck, he begins to nip and suck on the skin, making me groan his name in building pleasure. A playful smirk plays on his face as he gently lays me down on my back, carefully positioning me with kisses and light touches. When I'm finally down on the table with him between my legs, I am beyond blushing from the way this looks and the way he looks as he smiles at me.
"✡ 🕆 😐 💧 👎📪 ✡ 💧✋ 📬 ✋ ✡ 🕆🕯 ✌ 🕈 💣 📬📬📬✋🕯👎 ✋😐 ❄ 💧✌💣🏱 ✡ 🕆 👌 🕆 ❄✡📬" (YOU LOOK SO GOOD, LYNSIE. IF YOU'LL ALLOW ME...I'D LIKE TO SAMPLE YOUR BOUNTY.)
It takes some time before I put that together. The level of flustered I am is enough to be thankful that no one else is around.
"I...*stammering* I...I don't know..."
"✋ 🕈✋ ❄ 👎 ✌ ✡❄ ✋ ✡ 🕆 ❄ 💣 ❄ ❄ 👎 📬 ✋ ✡ 🕈✋💧 ❄ ✡ ❄ ✋💧 🕈✋❄ ✡ 🕆📬 🕈 👎 🕯❄ ✌✞ ❄ ✌ ❄ 🕈✌✡📬" (I WILL NOT DO ANYTHING YOU TELL ME NOT TO DO. I ONLY WISH TO ENJOY THIS WITH YOU. WE DON'T HAVE TO GO ALL THE WAY.)
"We don't?"
" 👍 🕆 💧 📬" (OF COURSE.)
He lies on his stomach down in front of me and nuzzles into my cheek, earning him some giggles.
"Okay, silly skull. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to keep going."
He gets all giddy, smooching me before pulling back some and turning around, seemingly mentally preparing himself for what is to come. Once he's gotten the resolve he needs, he returns to me, leaning forward with his face and takes one of my legs in his hand. Kneading into my inner thigh a few times while planting some batter on the skill on the skin and then licking it.
"👎 ✡ 🕆 ❄ 🕆 ✡ 🕈✋💧 💣 ❄ 👍 ❄✋ 🕆 ✍" (DO YOU TRULY WISH FOR ME TO CONTINUE?)
He kisses along my leg.
"👍✌ ✋ ✌ ✡ ✠🏱 💧💧 ❄ ✋💧 👎 💧✋ ✍" (CAN I REALLY EXPRESS THIS DESIRE?)
He moves up a little higher.
" 👎 ✡ 🕆 🕈✌ ❄ ❄ ✋💧 ❄ 👎 ✌ 👎 🕈✍" (OR DO YOU WANT THIS TO END HERE AND NOW?)
He rolls his lips up my thigh before pausing and looking me straight in the eye.
"❄ 👍 ✋👍 ✋💧 ✡ 🕆 💧📪 💣✡ 👎 ✌ ✡ 💧✋ 📬" (THE CHOICE IS YOURS, MY DEAR LYNSIE.)
The way he looks at me, drinking in my body, appraising me with a mixture of reverence and desire. I open my mouth to say something, but words fail me and I end up just breathing airily with a nod. Closing what little distance between us, Wingy kneels before me and begins peeling my panties off with shaky hands.
I watch him, visibly shivering with shyness and excitement, I can't help but think to myself that this is certainly not how I imagine this day going. Yet it's not the worst thing that could happen and it does feel nice that he's being so attentive to me. With his hands, Wingy raises up my rear just a few inches into the air, he then encourages me to bend my knees and spread my legs, opening myself up to present my womanhood flower to him fully.
" 💣 ❄ ✡ 🕆 ✋ ✌ 💧 👍 ❄📬 ✡ 🕆 ✌ 👎 ✋ 🕈 🕆 👎 👌 ✋ 🏱 👍❄ ✡ 🕆👎✌ ❄ ❄ 📬" (OMELET YOU IN ON A SECRET. YOU AND I WOULD BRIE PERFECTLY GOUDA TOGETHER.)
"Oh my god...You must be peanut butter because you're making my legs feel like jelly."
"✡ 🕆 ✌💣 💣🕆💧❄ 👌 👍 👍✌📫👍 ✌ 👌 👍✌🕆💧 ✡ 🕆🕯 💧 📫👎✌📫 ✋👍✋ 🕆💧📬" (YOUR NAME MUST BE COCA-COLA BECAUSE YOU'RE SO-DA-LICIOUS.)
"Wingy, you'll be the Burger King, and I'll be the Dairy Queen...You treat me right, and I'll do it your way."
Maintaining eye contact and without blinking, he shudders loudly with a deep shiver. He slowly delves beneath my skirt, fingers kneading my thighs as he breathes in deep the feminine scent that's been pooling since our fun began. He savors the scent, committing it to memory and licking his lips in preparation for the task ahead. Gently, he licks my sensitive slit from top to bottom, stopping briefly when he hears the thud of my head falling back in a moan.
"✌ ✡ 🕆 😐✌✡✍" (ARE YOU OKAY?)
"Yeah...Just didn't expect that to be so intense..."
" 📬📬📬✋🕯 ❄ ✡ ❄ ❄✌😐 ✋❄ 💧 🕈📬" (HEH...I'LL TRY TO TAKE IT SLOW.)
He returns to his tonguing of me. The sensation of the magic made appendage lapping at my sensitive sex like it were a lollypop takes me completely by surprise. It feels like he's worshiping my trembling form. At the very zenith of his tongue lashings, he takes extra time to twirl around my love button in a vortex of swirling taste buds.
"Oooooh...Wingy..."
"💧 👎📬📬📬" (SO GOOD...)
I barely hear him whisper, before he suddenly plunges his tongue into my warm depths, exploring every nook and cranny, much to my pleasure. And he's good at it too. With every new lap, he sinks a little deeper into the crevasse to partake of the moist delta, parting the trembling lips as he runs through the furrow and ravages my trembling sex buzzer, sometimes doing all these three things at the same time with the full length of his limber tongue. It roves, lays along the entire length and falls neatly into place. I shudder and moan, feeling juices dribble from my womanhood onto his magical in more ways than one tongue. I wriggle in delight, praising Wingy's skill with his tongue and begging him to keep going.
There is no protest on his end, only compliance as Wingy's tongue begins batting against what feels like my cervix, demanding entrance into my innermost sanctuary. This goes on for over five mind-blowing minutes, sending me into gasping and writhing pleasure. I dare to raise my head and look down with a fierce blush, he looks up and patiently resumes eye contact like I'm an invite to the banquet between him and mouthwatering juice dispenser before him. The look he throws me is enough to nearly send me over the edge but I'm still in need for more.
"Wingy..."
" 💣💣💣✍" (HMMM?)
"I need you..."
"✌ 📬📬📬✌ ✡ 🕆 💧🕆 ✍" (ARE...ARE YOU SURE?)
"Yes, please. I need you now!"
He needs to hear no further prompting, he leaves my body for only a moment, just long enough to unzip his pants and let his throbbing magic member out. The emerald green glow is all I see from where I lay. The smooth tip stands between my legs, riding up my womanhood admiringly. Not a word is spoken before the action happens, merely all too knowing smiles as his member presses into my womanhood and enters the moist opening in a single inward incursion, after that he slowly begins to oscillate into me.
He's turned me into a wreck as I hold onto him for dear life, feeling him enter me repeatedly then diving deeper each time. His hands continue to trace around my body to tease me and memorize every inch to memory. His eyes are closed, he's biting his bottom lip in concentration and bliss. My toes painfully curl in my shoes under the repeated bumps he does against my g-spot. Wingy has a real gift, he both has impressive girth and can use it well in rapid plunges into my yielding loins. He often changes his angle, until not an inch of my loosening walls have been deprived of a pleasurable inner invasion, as he brushes into my walls with deeply tender lunges.
Finally, I can bear it no more with his hot breath across my neck and sweet moans of my name in my ear. My body convulses limply around him, closing my legs to trap his waist and keep him as deep as can be, but with two firm hands, Wingy holds me in a climactic embrace. Only after he howls and I rock my hips forth to the involuntary rhythm of orgasm does his hold weaken. His hips slowly lose motion as the growing crescendo and steady rhythm fade, but he doesn't pull out, but finishes by jamming into me one last time and simply keeps his wonderful member in the magic spot for long enough to ride the sensation to a climax before it disappears.
" 📬📬📬💣💣💣💣💣💣📬📬📬 💧❄✌ 💧📪 ❄ ✌❄ 🕈✌💧 ✋ 👍 👎✋👌 📬📬📬" (OOOOOH...MMMMMM...OH STARS, THAT WAS INCREDIBLE...)
"Unexpected, yes. But a very enjoyable time none the less."
"✋ ✋😐 💣✌😐✋ ✌ 👌🕆 ✋ ❄ ✞ 😐 📪 👌🕆❄ ✞ ✋ ❄ ✋ 😐 ❄ ✌❄🕯💧 ✋ 🏱 ❄✌💧❄ ✌❄ ❄ 💣 💣 ❄📬" (I FEEL LIKE MAKING A BUN IN THE OVEN JOKE, BUT EVEN I THINK THAT'S IN POOR TASTE AT THE MOMENT.)
"You'd be right about that."
"❄ ✋💧 💣✋ 👎💧 💣 🕈 ✡ 🕆 💣✌👎 É👍 ✌✋ 💧📬" (THIS REMINDS ME OF WHEN YOU MADE ÉCLAIRS.)
"Why's that?"
"✋❄ 🕈✌💧 ❄ ✋ 💧❄ ❄✋💣 ✡ 🕆 💣✌👎 💣 👍 ✌💣📬" (IT WAS THE FIRST TIME YOU MADE ME CREAM.)
I can't hold back the laughter.
"You're so bad."
"✋🕯 ❄✌😐 ❄ ✌❄ ✌💧 ✌ 👍 💣🏱 ✋💣 ❄📬" (I'LL TAKE THAT AS A COMPLIMENT.)
"A shame that I didn't get to finish the cake."
"✋❄🕯💧 ✋ 📬 ❄ 🕯💧 🕆 ✋❄ ✌💧 ✋💧 ❄ 💧❄✋ 📬 💧❄ ✡📪 ✌👎 ✡ 🕆 💣✌👎 ❄ 🕈 ❄ ✋ ✋🕯👎 ✌✞ ✋👎 ✌ 🕈 ✌❄ ❄ 👎 🕈✋❄ ❄ ❄ ✞ 💧📬 ✌💧✋👎 💣 ✌ 👎✋ ✋❄ ✞ ❄ 💣✡ 👌 ❄ 💧 ❄ ✌❄ ✋💧📬 ✏ 👌 ✋ ❄📪 🏱✌🏱✡ 🕆💧 🕈✌ ❄ 👎 💣 ❄ ✌💧😐 ✋ ✡ 🕆 👍 🕆 👎 💣✌😐 ✋💣 ✌ ❄ 👌✌❄👍 ✡ ✋👍 👍 ✌💣 ✌ ✌✋ 📬 🕯💧 😐 👎 ❄ 💧❄🕆 📬" (IT'S FINE. THERE'S ENOUGH OF IT AS IS FOR TESTING. HONESTLY, HAD YOU MADE THE WHOLE THING I'D HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH THE LEFTOVERS. ASIDE FROM HANDING IT OVER TO MY BROTHERS THAT IS. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, PAPYRUS WANTED ME TO ASK IF YOU COULD MAKE HIM ANOTHER BATCH OF HONEY ICE CREAM AGAIN. HE'S HOOKED ON THE STUFF.)
"No problem. I'll have it ready by the weekend."
"🕈✋ ✡ 🕆 👌 👎✋ ✌ ✋👎 💣 ✍" (WILL YOU BE NEEDING A RIDE HOME?)
"If you're offering, I won't turn it down."
"🕈 👎 🕆 📬 🕆💧❄ ✋✞ 💣 ✌ 👌✋❄ ❄ ✌✋ 💣✡ 💧❄ ❄ 📬" (WONDERFUL. JUST GIVE ME A BIT TO REGAIN MY STRENGTH.)
"No rush. I'm quite cozy."
I give him a nuzzle and he giggles while hugging me tightly. Some things never change, while others tend to evolve with the ebb and flow of events. I know not what this moment we shared will mean for the both of our futures, but there is one thing I would like to make happen. If I can, I'd try to ensure that every moment that is to come be sweet.
Been making things 📚
Undv Pt. 2 📚
Guitar Practice 🛹💢🙏
Weeping Fresh belongs to my buddy pal @hraeesvelgr :jrool: (imagine a drooling dumb stupid emoji here)
More Underversity stuff with Unfresh and WS Fresh being roomies, + Selfcest^2 I guess
WeepingSwap Fresh and Savior belong to @hraeesvelgr (Hi oomf🌹)
Dreemurr Academy #9 (FellSwap Sans)
Dreemurr Academy, a prestigious closed-off college for monsters and humans alike of all ages and worlds. This includes myself, though I'm sort of an in-between. I'm Lynsie, the human anomaly. I'm a human, but I can do magic like monsters. I'm an oddball. That's the thing about making a school that is open to multiple alternate dimensions. Weird things are bound to show up. Even a bunch of the same person. From what I saw on orientation day, the same faces are scattered around all around. To fix these type of issues, everyone that has a multiple or doppelganger is given a school name so there's no confusion. Other than that, it's fairly normal. The hierarchy is the simple. The Deans are made up of the same people, skeleton monsters that go by the name of Gaster. One is a teacher of the Sciences, goes by Wingding. He's a kind and understanding man but is known to pull a prank or two. They all speak in a typeface sign language but use telepathy magic so others understand. It's been said no one has ever heard their real voices and those that have are no longer at the academy. Another Gaster dean teaches Home Economics, he goes by Wingy. He's a bubbly sweet guy that loves his work. Nothing makes him smile more than seeing the joy on a student's face when they take pride in being able to do something they first thought they couldn't. Another Gaster dean teaches the studies of Magic, he is called Fall. At times, he can be cynical, malicious, and sarcastic. He has a commanding presence that exuded gravitas, authority, and control, able to keep a class quiet without effort. Yet there is a kindness to him, it's rarely seen, but not unheard of. Another Gaster dean teaches History, his nickname is Dings. A cold, bitter, and sometimes childish man. He tends to hold grudges against troublesome students and is extremely spiteful toward those whom he dislikes. Yet those that can take his punishments are rewarded with his respect. He is a teacher that commands respect and whose grades are earned with doom hanging over your head. The Professors are also skeleton monsters, but not all are the same person. The Psychology professor is a guy named Papyrus but goes by Stretch. He's the favorite among students because he's so laid back. He chews a toothpick in class to suppress his urge to smoke, but we all know he does so when on break. He's really good at reading students and helps out when able. All in all, he's the cool teacher. The Literature professor is a Papyrus that is called Fell. He is the one teacher everyone dreads. Very strict and old-fashioned. He does not tolerate interruptions and will humiliate those he feels need to be taken down a notch. Such things take their toll on him and often squeezes a stress ball that he keeps on his desk. But he is a very passionate man when it comes to his work and takes his subject seriously, even though this makes him into a bit of a grammar nazi which is why many students get low grades. The Biology professor is a skeleton called Sans that sometimes goes by Classic, whatever that means. He is very cheesy and comes off as lazy, making puns that have people cringe yet secretly love them. He is very protective of his students and will go out of his way to help them. He does not tolerate bullying of any kind and can be quite scary. He's the second favorite among the students. The Physical Education professor is also a Sans that goes by Pain. He is also a stern and old school type of teacher, only he tends to be crueler in the humiliation of students that are unprepared. While his scope is all around, he prefers the darker side of the study. Using borderline violence to weed out the weak that think taking his class is an easy A. There is mercy in his dojo, but it must be earned with blood, sweat, and tears. The Students are broken into four groups based on which part of the four years they are currently in. The first years are called freshmen. Second years are sophomores. Third years are juniors. And fourth years are seniors. There are some variations on this topic, but this hierarchy of college students is still readily recognizable by everyone. Me? This isn't my first rodeo but not my last. I'm a sophomore and have gotten the gist of who's who and what's what. I get along with students and teachers. I've always been a middle ground type of girl. I didn't come looking for friends, but they just seemed to find me. Funny enough, my buddies are the brothers of the professors. Stretch's brother is a freshman, his name is Sans but goes by Rascal. Fell's brother, also a Sans, is a sophomore like me and goes by Edgy. Classic's brother is a Papyrus, a freshman that goes by Papy. And Pain's brother is a sophomore Papyrus by the name of Slim. I've always been a tomboy. I prefer the company of guys. They're different and fun, even if they can be a bit odd sometimes. Rascal, as the nickname implies, is the school clown/prankster. He likes to test his limits and challenge authority, even dishevels his uniform to assert his individuality. He comes off as a slacker, but secretly very deep, clever, and loyal to a fault. He likes taking his brother's class so he can improve his skills with messing with people, mostly his brother as he disrupts his teachings when he sees a chance. Edgy is shy around new people and slow to open up, enjoying a laugh with friends when able. Though he appears weak or even nerdy because of his glasses, he is far tougher than he leads on. He doesn't take crap from anyone. When alone, he's angsty and borders on straight up angry. Getting a pissy attitude when annoyed. Like his brother, he is very passionate about literature and does his best to impress his brother, going so far as to become the teacher's pet. Papy is easily the most lovable guy in the whole school. Very cheerful and optimistic, he tries his best no matter what. He doesn't like conflict and tries to keep his brother out of trouble when the teacher pulls a prank. I find it sweet of him to take his brother's class even though he doesn't particularly enjoy it, just so he can stay close to him. Like I said, this guy is a lovable soul. Slim is easy going. He doesn't take things too seriously and never breaks a sweat over hard exams. The only thing that breaks his cool is his smoking, he really gets tense if he goes too long without his fix. He's incredibly smart and instinctual, good traits to have when dealing with his brother. While he does attend his brother's class, he merely does so as a request of his brother who likes to make sure he doesn't slack off due to not being challenged enough. All of them are oddly related to each other in some form. Gaster's, Papyrus's, and Sans's are brothers. Yet I see them all as different people. I value them. They're helping me even if they don't know it. I am not so confident in myself. I tend to isolate myself, go at things lone wolf style. It's how I've always been. Then I met them and slowly my world began to expand bit by bit. I'm still not comfortable with others. But with them, I can step out from behind my mask for a bit, and really be myself around them. Today is a typical day. Classes have been their typical medium level of difficulty, nothing special really. Yet the final bell has chimed and I'm still in school. No, I don't have detention, that's not a thing in college. Study hall then? Nope, I'm not there either, though I should later so as to be ready for next week's exams. No, I'm surprisingly in the gymnasium and working out. Years of shitty public school that don't care about your health or education have left my body in need of as much exercise as can get. At first, I didn't think I was in that bad of shape, then I tried doing a pull-up on day one and couldn't even get my head near that damn bar after ten minutes of hanging there like a poster cat. That's when I decided to fix that because frankly, it makes me feel pathetic. Now I do anything I can that I see as a better alternative. Need to go somewhere? I walk or bike. Got to get to a higher floor? Stair climb that bitch! You see where I'm going with this. Luckily, I also have help from a kind of personal trainer. When I first entered his class, Professor/Coach Pain was less than thrilled about me. If I recall correctly, after I got winded running a couple laps he said I was a 'redundant horse'. Meaning, the will is there to work but lacking the ability to do anything, much like if a racehorse had only three legs. While this did hurt, I used it as motivation. I was relentless in showing him that I was determined to not give up, no matter how many colorful insults he used to break me. This earned me his respect and with that, we were able to make a little deal. He'd agree to train me after hours as long as I clean up the gym. Needless to say, we've been doing this for about two years now and he sees me as a proud pet project. "KEEP IT UP! YOU'RE DOING GREAT." "Yes, sir." "DON'T SLOW DOWN!" "I'm not trying." "COME ON, YOU WEAK PILE OF SHIT! I SAID TWO HUNDRED PUSHUPS, NOT ONE FIFTY!" "I'm doing it! *sharp gasp* Get off my back!" "DON'T BACK SASS ME! IF I WANT EXCUSES, I'LL GO TELL PAPYRUS TO PICK UP HIS FUCKING SOCKS!" "Argh! No, I mean literally, get off my back! *wincing* I think something snapped!" Normally I meet his demands, even when he adds himself to my weight set, but not today. He gets off me and I drop with a sharp groan. "OKAY, WIMP. WHERE'S THE DAMAGE AT?" "The lower back. Just above the dip of the coccyx." He feels under my tank top along my back and I jolt at the sudden pain that hits when he applies some pressure. "*sigh* YEAH, YOU PULLED SOMETHING. FEELS LIKE A LIGAMENT TO ME. HAVE YOU BEEN LIFTING ANYTHING HEAVY LATELY?" "I helped a new student move into my building. They didn't have much, but the few things they had were crammed with stuff that didn't seem heavy." "YOU IDIOT. WHO SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED TO PUSH YOURSELF LIKE THAT? BECAUSE I KNOW I DIDN'T." "You know me. I don't back down just because something's hard." He just shakes his head in disappointment. "YOU CAN BE SUCH A DUMBASS, YOU KNOW THAT?" "I've been called worse." "SEEMS THIS PART OF TRAINING IS DONE FOR NOW. CAN YOU MOVE AT ALL?" "I should be okay in a bit..." I roll myself over so I'm flat on my back. "Just let that part relax before we go hardcore again." "*scoff* YOU HUMANS HAVE SUCH PITIFUL BODIES. IT AMAZES ME THAT YOU DON'T ALL BREAK LIKE FINE CHINA." "No argument there, sir. *weak sigh* I envy you." To that, he looks at me funny. "HOW SO?" "You're a magic skeleton. You don't need muscles to move. Tendons to hold you together. Fat to make energy. Skin to shield your form. You are pure, bare bones. You boggle my mind with how you work from an evolutionary standpoint, but then again, that doesn't really matter. You're perfect." That floors him and at the same time strokes his ego. "WELL, THAT IS TRUE. A BODY AS PERFECT AS MINE IS A BLESSING TO BEGIN WITH. BUT WHY STOP THERE? *flexing* TRAINING HAS ONLY INCREASED MY VALUE. *pose* THESE BONES HOLD MORE POWER THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY IMAGINE." I smirk. "I don't know. My imagination is mighty limitless." I slowly try sitting up, inching ever so gently into a normal 90° angle with a few weak winces. "ANY BETTER?" "Still sore. But still good enough to keep going." "DON'T PUSH IT. PUT ENOUGH STRESS ON THAT THING AND YOU'LL BE IN A SLING FOR AGES." "I meant swimming. It's how we always end things and it's easier on the body. Less gravity in water with added mobility." "KILLER IDEA. NOW, DO YOU NEED ANY HELP?" "Nah, I can make it to the pool. And if I can't, I can always crawl or roll." "...GOOD TO KNOW." Normally I'd swim in my swimsuit, but with my current back issue, moving around like that to change would be a stupid thing to do. So in light of not wanting to fuck my back up and go to the hospital, I'm swimming in my gym clothes. Rolling is not a preferred option, just a last resort, but I am able to crawl my way over to the pool. Though I do feel a bit weird because I can sense Pain watching me as I do so. I'm used to him watching me, but this...This feels different as I slide into the lukewarm water. Ah, the water. It's my home away from home. As weak as I was on land, once in the water there was no match. Sure, I'm not the top swimmer. These monster girls named Undyne and monster boys named Aaron, most of them make up the swim team, but I like to think I'm okay by comparison. I can move like melted butter in a hot skillet. And he knows it too. Once I'm in the pool that 'redundant horse' turns into a 'seamless otter'. I know, he's not the most creative in metaphorical animal comparisons, but they make sense anyway. Pool training consists of his more intense training. The endurance workouts are based on time instead of distance. The speed workouts include 50-yard swims for sprint and Olympic, and 100-yard swims for longer distance training. And the technique workouts help improve my swim mechanics and include both kicking and stroke drills. The one-arm drill is always a fun starter. Swim 25 yards with the left arm only, followed by 25 yards with the right arm only, then swim 50 yards with both arms. This teaches you to develop a more even stroke. When performing the kicking drills, I try to drive the kick from my hips with knees slightly bent. Think of dancing the twist but with a slower motion so you are incorporating more of your thigh muscles. This will help develop a more powerful kick. Of course, we don't do this kind of stuff every day. It's important to take a day or two off between each workout to rest and recover. I swim continuously for 30 to 35 minutes; starting slow and building speed. The last five minutes being a hard effort but not all out and with no more than 90 percent max heart rate effort. Warm-ups are usually by swimming 400 yards easy then 50-yard sprints with a 30-second recovery between each sprint with 10 to 12 sprints before trying to add an additional 50-yard sprint each week, up to but not exceeding 18 sprints total. Swim 100 yards becomes super easy after all that but that's not all. Then there's doing 6 x 25 yards at 45-second intervals; swimming at 85 percent max heart rate. Cooling down with 300 slow laps and then warming up with 300. Then 200 yards pull with buoy, kick 200 yards as we enter the main set with eight 100-yard sprints with 1-minute rest between intervals, adding an extra 100-yard sprint each consecutive week up to, but not exceeding, 16 total sprints. Cool down with 200 yards easy then warm up 300 yards easy. 200 yards drill, 200 yards kick, 500 yards pull with a buoy. Trying to breathe every three strokes for 100 yards, while for the next 100 yards trying to breathe every 5 strokes, and then repeat. Also trying to alternate sides when taking a breath with the goal to increase lung oxygen intake and learn how to breathe on both sides. Cool down with 300 easy. That's when we dial it back at the end of the week to maximize taper. Warm up 300 to 400 yards with the main set of eight 50-yard sprints with 30 seconds recovery. Cool down 300 yards. 800 yards easy swim. And that's my month in just the pool, not counting all the normal gym workouts he puts me through. In short, this is Olympic level training. For example, to qualify for the 2016 Summer Olympics, a swimmer had to be able to swim the length of a pool in about 23 to 26 seconds. That's 50 meters or a few feet longer than the length of a football field in LESS THAN 30 SECONDS! The typical training schedule is working out in the pool twice a day, six days a week. But since this isn't anything more than him helping me to not be a lump of blob goo, we don't hit this as much. But that doesn't mean that the pool workouts aren't intense as fuck. The sprinting workouts focus on developing power and speed in the water. So sometimes I might sprint while hooked up to a power rack, a device that adds resistance as I move through the water so that I have to work even harder to keep going. I also do kick sets to work the legs and pull sets to isolate the arms. We work controlling my breathing with hypoxic workouts, which require me to limit breathing or hold my breath altogether. This also clocks in some serious distance, to the tune of 6 to 12 miles of swimming in a single workout. Sprinters have to train to develop their aerobic capacity, which means doing a lot of yardage. What's yardage? Are you sitting down? Something in the neighborhood of 10,000 to 20,000 meters (6 to 12 miles), or 100 to 200 laps in a single workout. Training outside the pool is no joke, either. We lift weights, run, do yoga, Pilates, you name it. Literally, everything we do on land is meant to complement some aspect of swimming, so typically training outside the pool is coordinated by Pain. But this doesn't mean he aims me to get all buff. The key to lifting as a swimmer is to get stronger so you have more power in the pool but to stay as lean as possible and not put on too much muscle mass, which makes you heavier in the water. Shoulder stabilization exercises, which are essential to building the strong, durable shoulders swimmers need to swing their arms over their heads over and over. Beyond that, most swimmers' lifting programs will be designed around the stroke they specialize in, I specialize in the Breaststroke. Doing lots of heavy squats and lunges and core exercises work for the breaststroke, and shoulder and arms workouts to help upper body for the freestyle stroke. All that training means lots of eating, which is usually a girl's worst nightmare. If you're going to be swimming twice a day, lifting weights three times per week, and also doing sprints, yoga, and Pilates, you're going to need a lot of fuel. It's estimated that female swimmers eat 3,000 to 5,000 calories per day and male swimmers about 5,000 to 8,000 per day during training. To put that in perspective, a 25-year-old guy who is 6'0'' that weighs about 165 pounds and exercises a few times per week would need about 2,400 calories per day to maintain his weight, and a 25-year-old woman who's 5'5'' and weighs about 140 pounds and works out a few times per week would need about 1,900 calories per day to maintain her weight. After about a month of this, Pain starts to taper me or adjust my activity level so that I'm fresh and ready to go all out on personal reward day. During the taper, we stop all training except the pool workouts, and the pool workouts are tweaked to be less demanding. But outside of the pool workouts, I will sometimes give up all activity, no matter how low intensity it is. Maybe just veg out in bed for a day and watch anime, or hang out with friends till into the late hours. You know, fun stuff. It all helps in recovery, but what really relaxes me are massages and a good cracking at the chiropractor to stay healthy and strong. However, because of the pain in my back, I don't end up lasting very long. Maybe close to an hour at most before something gives. "*gasps* Timeout! Fuck! *blurbles*" I barely have enough time to paddle back into the shallows as my limbs give out and I end up grasping on the pool edge rim to keep from going under. "WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT'S WRONG?" "I can't...I can't feel my legs." He jumps in and grabs my right leg. Lifting it, feeling it, and bending it. "CAN YOU FEEL ANY OF THIS?" "Just barely. It's numb with a pins and needles tingle. Like when you lay on a body part and it falls asleep from lack of circulation, then when you get off it and blood flows again giving a little boost to the misfiring nerves and making the tingling seem worse, but eventually, the nerve signals begin to flow properly again. Yet, as far as I know, nothing is cutting off circulation." "SO YOU DON'T FEEL THIS?" He pinches the skin. "Feel what?" "HMMM...HOW ABOUT THIS?" He stabs into the flesh with the points of his finger bones, drawing slight blood. "A little bit. Not a lot, but a little." "INTERESTING. IS IT JUST THE LEGS? CAN YOU MOVE THEM?" "I don't know. The top half feels fine. This could be a temporary paralysis. Right?" "HMMM...IT COULD BE STRESS RELATED. TOO MUCH MENTAL CRAP CAN EFFECT THE BODY PHYSICALLY." "Damn it...*sigh* Human bodies are so lame!" "NOW I WOULDN'T SAY THAT..." Carefully, he removes his fingertips from my skin and rubs tenderly into it. Seeing if he can "JUST LOOK AT YOURSELF. WHEN WE FIRST MET, YOU WERE FAR FROM THIS STRONG BUCK THAT YOU ARE NOW." "You do know that bucks are male deer, right?" "DON'T CARE, MY POINT STILL STANDS. YOU WERE A GLOB OF FRESH CLAY, READY TO BE MOLDED INTO ANYTHING. AND WITH MY GUIDANCE, YOU HAVE BECOME SOMETHING MORE THAN JUST NORMAL RUN ON YOUR BRAIN KIND OF GIRL. YOU'VE GOTTEN A BODY THAT ONLY THE STRONG CAN GET AND IT SHOWS. MMMM DOES IT SHOW..." "Uh, what?" "YOU'VE BECOME SO TONED. SO WELL DEFINED. EACH STRONG MUSCLE CAREFULLY HONED TO BE POWERFUL AND YET DESCRET. NO ONE CAN TELL BY LOOKING AT YOU JUST HOW STRONG YOU REALLY ARE. THAT IS OF COURSE, TILL THEY FUCK UP AND YOU HAVE TO KICK SOME ASS." "But you're wrong." "HUH?" "I've always been strong. Muscles mean nothing compared to inner strength. Sure, you can't pick up heavy shit with inner strength, but you can carry the weight of the world and all its troubles with it. And that's the strength I've ever needed." There is silence for a time. "ARE YOU OKAY? NOT BULLSHITTING OR ANYTHING, I'M LEGITIMATELY ASKING IF YOU'RE ALRIGHT." "Regardless of my answer, you won't believe me. Besides, any issues I have I'll discuss with Professor Stretch. After all, he is the psychology professor." "SO, WHAT? YOU DON'T THINK YOU CAN CONFIDE IN ME?" "Why? What's it to you?" "BECAUSE I CARE, DAMN IT!" I'm rendered stunned as he drops my leg and pulls me to his chest from behind. "S-sir?" "YOU STUPID GIRL. WE'VE SPENT THE BETTER PART OF TWO YEARS TOGETHER. ARE YOU REALLY TRYING TO TELL ME THAT YOU DON'T SEE ME AS ANYTHING MORE THAN JUST YOUR TEACHER?" "Pain...That's not it." "THEN TELL ME. TALK TO ME. I AM MORE THAN JUST A COACH. I'VE HELPED TO MAKE YOU INTO WHAT YOU ARE NOW. SO SPEAK TO ME." "I can't." "WHY NOT?!" "Because I like you!" Oh, the awkwardness. "Y-YOU...LIKE ME?" "*sigh*...Yeah." "WOW. YOU SOUND REAL HAPPY ABOUT IT." "I'm sorry. I don't mean it like that. As bad as it makes me sound like a cheesy high school sitcom cliché, but I suck when it comes to feelings and junk. I've never really been able to express myself without worrying about the consequences, so I end up bottling my feelings and tossing that bottle far into bottomless abyss that is my subconscious. Yet lately that's getting harder to do." "OH? DO TELL." If I could move I'd so be trying to flee right now. "I tend to dream of things." "REALLY? WHAT KIND OF...THINGS~?" There's a teasing air to his voice and it makes me want to cringe at how vulnerable I am. "DO YOU DREAM OF ME? ARE THESE DREAMS NAUGHTY~?" "Don't be so cocky." "THAT DOESN'T ANSWER THE QUESTION." "I don't have to answer if I don't want to." "FINE. BUT THAT JUST TELLS ME THAT YOU, NO PUN INTENDED, HAVE WET DREAMS OF ME." I'm used to his brother and some of my other friends making puns, so of course, this makes me snicker. "Well, I will say some of them really made a splash." That makes him blush with a cringe. "DID YOU REALLY NEED TO MAKE A PUN?" "Oh no, am I in hot water?" "STOP IT." "No need to boil over sir." "STOP." "Wow, you look steamed." "I SAID STOP!" "Or what?" "OR THIS!" Tilting my head towards him, he slams his mouth to mine and shuts me up. It takes a moment for my brain to register what is happening and another moment to realize I'm kissing him back, not that he seems to mind by the sound of him softly moaning in content. Slowly he pulls back, letting the feeling linger on my lips and to take in the satisfaction of having me blush so hard. "HAD I KNOWN IT WAS THIS EASY TO RENDER YOU SPEECHLESS, I WOULD'VE DONE SO MUCH SOONER." "Not sure if you're flirting or just being honest there." "A BIT OF BOTH. BUT IF I WERE TO TRUELY FLIRT, YOU WOULDN'T STAND A CHANCE IN BEING ABLE TO CONTROL YOURSELF." "*scoff* You're ego is so massive it's truly what is filling this pool." "HEH HEH...CUTE." "Don't call me cute." I scoop up some water and swing it at his face. Pain gasps and stumbles backward, letting me go as I keep splashing him as I move back to the pool wall for support. My legs still won't respond but I can at least somewhat stand on them. Suddenly, he retaliates with a splash of his own across the surface to push a large wave over me, a daring look in his glowing indigo eyes. I know that look, that's the look of someone about to do something stupid. So before he can make another move, I retaliate with more splashes of my own. Thus a war begins. He laughs with a grin as we keep splashing each other over and over again. It's getting harder to shield myself with one arm, but I do my best to splash back in defiance, even if it's sloppy. Part of me feels like a child at a playground, completely letting loose by playing this up more and more as you give in to the way this feels. I can't remember the last time I simply went with the flow and enjoyed the moment. Eventually, he stops mercilessly splashing me as he's managed to bring himself closer to me and the room for splashing is now too limited. My back now firmly pressed to the wall, water dripping off my flushed face, and an ethereal luminescent glow from the light of his eyes colors the rippling surface of the water. It's only after making eye contact does he brings his hands down on either side of me, caging me with no escape and I feel his breath on me as he leans in closer, keeping his eyes locked on mine. "YOU CAN BE A REAL PAIN IN THE ASS WHEN YOU WANT TO BE, YOU KNOW THAT?" I blink a few times before snickering. "And you're a literal Pain. But for real, if that's an example of you flirting than you really need to bone up on your studies." He sighs and headbutts me, earning him a yelp from me and surprise from how loud the clacking sound was. "What the fuck was that for?!" "FIRST OFF, THAT WAS FOR BEING STUPID AND FOR MAKING PUN OF ME. AND SECOND, I HAVE YET BEGUN TO FLIRT." "Oh, then, by all means, coach casanova, woo me. I'd like to see something more romantic than a skull bashing." "YOU MOCK ME NOW, BUT LET IT BE KNOWN I DID WARN YOU AHEAD OF TIME." "Yeah-yeah. Whatever you say, sir." Bringing his hands up, he cups my face in his palms. The callous structure of his fingers slowly grazing over my cheekbones as his eyes follow this movement, enjoying the softness of skin on his fingertips. I try not to show any emotion from his actions, having seen this as a contest of wills, if he really wishes to court me then he has to earn it...But what's a contest without a little competition? My hands pierce through the water and gently hold his face, copying his movements. I see in his eyes that look I know all too well from training with him, that never back down and never surrender look. Oh, it is so on! "I thought you were going to flirt with me?" "ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS." He pulls us together like magnets and I close my eyes as my lips press over his mouth. Even though we have kissed but a short time ago, nothing has made an impact more than the deep kiss we share now. It's as if the world has fallen away from beneath me, the water has dissipated in the air, and the only thing that matters is this simple action, locking us together in silent agreement that everything has changed. Nothing feels as heavy and as powerful as this. As I hold him gently between my palms, pressing him closer and deeper to me as I part my lips, I sigh with content as I slowly move over his mouth with my own, completely drinking him in much to his enjoyment. "MMMM...MY CHARM HAS GOTTEN TO YOU ALREADY I SEE~" "Heheh...Not quite. You're not the only one that knows how to make someone swoon~." "IS THAT A CHALLENGE~?" "You bet your bony ass it is~." "WELL THEN...CHALLENGE ACCEPTED~!" He pushes against me in response. I find myself leaning back against the wall as he suddenly leads the way in our little battle's dance, almost as if he's quickly able to let loose everything he's held back for who knows how long. Now with the lines of student and teacher have been forgotten, he's finally able to show me exactly what he's been thinking of when he watches me workout. And it takes all the strength within me to stop my eyes from flying open in surprise as his kiss paces from kindly gradual to passionate and teasingly demanding. Suddenly, I realize I'm sinking further into the water as my legs are beginning to bend, but that's when he grabs a firm hold of my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. And by the way his hands are clawing at my skin, I can tell that he has no intention of letting me go anytime soon...Which I don't mind one bit. "Thank you." "IT'S LIKE I TELL YOU EVERY TIME WE TRAIN...I'VE GOT YOU." "Awww...Then allow me to return the favor~." I wrap my arms around his neck and heatedly kiss him with passion. His hand snakes away from my shoulder to bury itself deep in my hair and pushes me against his mouth as he guides my lips apart, filling it completely with his tongue. My mind is starting to haze and dip into the unknown. I feel heart begin to pound as my hands start to wander, trembling fingers find their way to caress the back of his skull while others lace themselves in the vertebrae of his neck and tickle each bone with careful interest. He kisses like he's waited for this from the very beginning and vaguely I wonder if this is true. But no coherent thought is found as he seizes me completely to his control. "SUCH A GOOD GIRL...MMMMMM...I'LL MAKE YOU MINE~." "I'd enjoy it if you try...Sans~." Dropping his teaching name to speak his true name in such a sultry tone sets him off. He urgently tugs my hair back, throwing my head back as my lips break away from his. I gasp a breathless plead for more but am quickly stifled into silence as he grazes his mouth over the skin of my neck until he bites a responsive area that forces a moan out of me. My fingers dig into his bones as he moves his mouth over the skin, biting and sucking at that one sensitive spot that is driving me insane! Just barely I can feel my toes curl and my eyes flutter at the feelings he is giving me. Damn it, he's gotten to me so easily with this neck action and I hate that I'm giving into it! But after a good amount of time, he gradually pulls back to glance at the mark he's made and stares at the physical proof that he's scathed my skin. He sharply sucks air in through his teeth with a shaky shudder. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW CLOSE I CAME TO CLAIMING YOU. TO FUSE SOME OF MY MAGIC INTO YOUR FLESH FOR ALL TO SEE THAT YOU BELONG SOLELY TO ME." "What stopped you?" "TO QUOTE YOU, MY INNER STRENGHT. TO MARK SOMEONE AS A MATE IS NOT A THING TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY. THINK OF IT AS THE MONSTER EQUIVALENT OF A HUMAN MARITAL CONTRACT." I just stare at him. "Yeah...No do that, please. That's too big a leap." "NO SHIT. IT'S WHY I HELD BACK. WHO DO YOU TAKE ME FOR? MY BROTHER PAPYRUS?" "Hey, Slim is a great guy. And he does a lot to make you happy, lay off him." "LAY OFF HIM? ...FINE." "Really? Wow, I didn't think it was that easy." "THAT'S NOT IT." "Then...What's up?" He leans forward to press his mouth against my ear, catching the edge of the lobe away from the earrings between his sharp teeth as his wandering fingers gradually wade through the water and slide down the curves of my body. "I'D MUCH RATHER LAY ON YOU INSTEAD~." I pout at his remark but close my eyes anyway and try to relax to his attention. "YOU WORK SO HARD. IT'S MADE YOU SO TENSE. LET ME TAKE THAT AWAY. LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD. LET ME HEAL YOU~." He lets loose a throaty groan against in my ear as he slips his digits past the hem of my gym shorts and slowly pushes his hands along my thighs, making me shiver. Maybe he has a point. Not about the sex stuff, but other thing. If my current pain and paralysis are stress related from being wound up so tight, then perhaps a little physical release wouldn't hurt. It's worth a shot at the very least. "Okay. But be gentle with me. I'm, um...Inexperienced in this kind of stuff." I feel so embarrassed, and the look he has only makes it worse. "YOU'RE A VIRGIN?" I just nod. "OH...WELL THEN...I SHALL DO MY BEST. BUT ONLY IF YOU GIVE ME THE OKAY." I'm taken by surprise by his kind yet roguish eyes and it fills me with warm trust. "I give you consent." "VERY WELL THEN. YOU JUST RELAX AND I'LL TAKE CAKE OF YOU. BUT JUST A HEADS UP, THIS MIGHT GET...INTENSE." I can tell in the raw tone of his voice that he's not lying and I mentally brace myself for things to come. His hand dives deeper, going into my panties and I hold him tighter in shock which makes him snicker. For a second, I wonder what's wrong with my body as this weird feeling is stirring inside me, and right now I'm not if I should say anything about it. But before I can find the words I want to speak, a sudden unrelenting force is pushed between the folds of my sex, moving expertly over my clit and almost instantly a sharp intensive bout of pleasure pierces through every inch of my body as I tremble beneath his fingers. "Oh...oohh...oooohh...!" The pool water makes his fingers slippery and fast, penetrating me without difficulty to massage my insides, all while I uncontrollably arch further into him. My entire body tingles like lightning, the incredible strength in my core is pulsating harder and harder, threatening to take me to all new ethereal levels the likes of which I've never known before. He watches intently, eating up my building pleasure and taking pride in that it's all because of him. He licks his teeth hungrily as his voice rips through his throat in a low growl. "CAN YOU FEEL IT YET? THAT BURING NEED DEEP INSIDE. A FEELING THAT SOMETHING IS MISSING AND YOU HAVE TO GET IT TO BE COMPLETE. YOU FEEL IT, YES?" "Yes! Please...I need it!" "HEH HEH HEH...GOOD GIRL. MMMMMM...YOUR VOICE IS SO ATTRACTIVE WHEN YOU'RE NEEDY. BUT I BET IT SOUNDS EVEN BETTER WHEN YOU MOAN~." His movements become less teasing and gradually get faster into the perfect rhythm. I feel my heart pumping with fiery blood as I quietly plead for mercy in silent whispers. "OH NO, THAT WON'T DO. I WANT TO HEAR YOU. YOUR PLEASURE. YOUR NEED. GIVE ME WHAT I WANT." "P-pain...P-please..." "TUT TUT, NAUGHTY GIRL. THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID." He pinches my clit and I scream. "Sans!" "*deep chuckle* MUCH BETTER. NOW...LISTEN AND DO AS I SAY. CUM FOR ME." I'm so used to obeying him, be it from school or personal training, that when he gave that command my muscles tighten and the heaviness in my core suddenly burst into an intense explosion of bliss. Sweat blends into the water as it drips off my quivering body. I claw my fingertips over the back of his shoulders while trembling against him, riding the waves of my first climax amongst the small waves of the water bump us. "Fuuuuck...Is this real life?" I sound messed up, words come out in garbled low moans that are just barely coherent. This just makes him laugh. "THAT, MY DEAR, IS WHAT IS CALLED AN ORGASM." "*mumbles* You have magic fingers. *drunken giggles*" "TELL ME...WOULD YOU LIKE TO FEEL THAT AGAIN?" "Oooh, pretty please?" "EAGER THING YOU ARE. I LIKE THAT~. SO DON'T WORRY, MY LOVE DRUNK PET, I INTEND TO GIVE YOU THAT AND SO MUCH MORE~." His fingers slip out of me and he pulls my shorts down along with the underwear before doing the same to himself, revealing his magic indigo member which lights up the pool even more. I'm so sensitive still, the movement of the water alone as he helps to get this ready has me mewling and it spurns him on to do this even more. "HOW ARE YOUR LEGS? ANY BETTER?" "I can move my feet, but my knees are still weak." "YOU'RE WELCOME." I laugh at his cockiness as he skims his hands over my thighs then lifts me up just a little higher against the pool wall for better bracing. I keep his lustful gaze as I clutch onto his shoulders and he moves my legs apart. Now in position, his hands float beneath me as I'm held at an agonizingly close distance from him and now there's only one thing left to do. He eyes me with desire, I nod once more in case he needed to know again that this was alright with me, and with that acknowledged...It happens. He enters me. "O-Oh fuck..." "THAT SEEMS TO BE YOUR FAVORITE WORD." "Don't mock, just bone." "FINE. BUT YOU HAVE TO STOP MAKING PUNS." "Deal." He buries his face against the base of my neck, catching shoulder skin between his teeth as he groans and slowly grinds into me at a slow pace. Every small thrust, every tiny jab he makes within me is met with a powerful response deep in my abdomen. My fingers draw lines over the back of his skull, his hands grab a tight hold of my thighs, and I stifle the urge to scream as the head of his erection suddenly hits a bundle of nerves deep inside. "Oooh shit...Sans...Why are you so big?" "ALL THE BETTER TO FUCK YOU WITH, MY DEAR~." I'd smart off about that if I wasn't chocking on moans. My sex is as sensitive as I've ever felt it before, and it's driving me crazy! And I wouldn't mind it if it weren't for his smug expression. "YEAH...THAT'S MY GIRL...MMMMMM...YOU LIKE BEING FULL...OOOOOH...I LIKE FILLING YOU TOO...GOD, YOU FEEL SO GOOD ON ME..." "All the better to please you, sir~." "SO NAUGHTY. YOU CAN KEEP IT UP SO LONG AS YOU OBEY." "I can try, but I make no promises~." "GOOD. *shudders* SO GOOD...GOING TO PICK UP THE PACE..." His thrusts gradually speed up, faster then faster, filling me more and more, sending my mind into space at the feel his length grazing the sensitive nerves in my core. Never have I experienced something as powerful and as intense as when he thrusts into me, faster, harder...Losing all sense of himself in me, his tongue hanging carelessly out his mouth and the sight of his contorted expression, burning bright with an indigo flush setting his face aglow, sends me careening over the edge. "Sans...I'm...Ooooh...I'm close. Sans...Aaah!" "SAY IT AGAIN. *groan* SAY MY NAME. TELL ME WHO YOU BELONG TO. WHO IS GIVING YOU SO MUCH PLEASURE!" He orders, pushing himself mercilessly into me until the feelings stirring deep within me start to spiral deliciously between my legs and he can barely take looking at my submissive expression. Gasping out whimpers as drool trails indiscreetly out my can't seem to shut mouth and my eyes rolling back in pleasure, yeah, I'm a mess. His raw voice is laced with uncontrollable lust as he grips a hold of my waist in his impossibly strong skeletal arms. I grasp a tight hold of him, nails digging into his bones as I leave lines over his skeleton. A sharp gasp synchronizes with his harsh thrusts and in between the delicious rhythm of his movements, I try my best to make sense of my spiraling thoughts to answer him. "Sans! Saaahns...S-sans..." This is it. I can feel climax coming, reaching to its absolute limits, and Pain feels it too. His member pulsating with the urge to release. It's impossible now. He can't hold himself back any longer if he even was to begin with, not when he can feel my body tightening around him in all the right ways. Suddenly he cups my face in his hand as he forces me to look directly at him. In his sockets that at any other time are filled with annoyance and anger, there is unfathomable desire. In his eyes which normally can burn an everlasting hole in your soul, there's a passion to love me as tenderly as possible. I can feel it in his hands, holding me like I were fine marble. And the feeling of being wanted by him finally tips me off the fucking cliff. "CUM WITH ME. I WANT TO FEEL YOU MERGE WITH ME." If he spoke more, I know not. His words to me blur out with all other sound, everything goes silent and the world flashes out in blinding light before slowly coming back. My short visit to Heaven has me return to a sight that sets me off more. He releases everything he's held back from me all this time. He relentlessly fills my body with his magic sex juice as I feel my climax quivering tortuously over his member. The waves of the water crashing against the both of us as his fast-paced thrusts push them back and forth against our forms until we both stiffen, giving in to the intensive release of our orgasms. The sheer power of dual climax is like nothing I've ever experienced before. I'm careening through euphoric plains of being, as if I've shed away this human skin and fractured into millions of pieces against him, blending in with the water to melt into liquid. And as my mind spins alongside his, I wonder what has to be going on in that skull of his at this moment. A soft indigo light burns from within his chest, just as a weak pink light glows from within me. Through the misty haze of orgasm, I can see it clearly now. As our bodies connect, so do our souls. It's as if both of our forms have collided together, experiencing the ethereal feeling of sharing one existence. And I breathe deeply as if it's my last breath...I could get used to this. Thankfully Pain doesn't let go when I collapse on him. All the training and sex have me completely drained. My arms fall limply over his shoulders and his hands catch me in his embrace. He's so warm, in a wet and comforting sort of way. But deep down I know he's still a ball busting tight ass that likes to make me mad so I can try to prove him wrong. Funny how now I see that as incredibly sweet. It will probably still piss me off, but it's still sweet of him. It shows he cares. And if he's willing to do so, then so should I. I press my lips against his neck vertebrae and smirk when his bones heat up in response. I delight in the synchronized pace of our heavy breathing. We're both spent but most likely yearning for more. It's too little and too much all at once. But we do need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. Best save the fun for later for now. I affectionately hold him close to my trembling body, eventually feeling his length fade away from deep inside me as he makes his way over to the ladder and with one swift motion he lifts me out of the water onto the side of the pool so I don't drown from muscular exhaustion. He wasn't kidding about having a strong body for a skeleton. "I TAKE IT YOU CAN AND CAN'T MOVE NOW." "*yawn* Pretty much." "WE SHOULD ADD THIS TO OUR TRAINING REGIMENT." "Totally." He moves some hair from my face and rubs my cheek, making me smile. "BE RIGHT BACK, TOUGH GIRL. I CAN'T TAKE YOU HOME WITHOUT YOUR PANTS, NOW CAN I?" I giggle with a weak nod and push myself further away from the pool before I pass out, but in my last moments of consciousness, I see him dive into the water and pop back up to proudly hold up my panties. Oh my god...He's fucking adorable! That's it, I've made up my mind indefinitely now. I'm in love with you, Pain. Nothing will ever be able to change this fact, even if you tried.