Chapter 3
MY WEIRD SCHOOL
CH 2
The sound of smashing pads and such sounded more like that of bones breaking as each of the teams different players tried to pound their equally padded opponents into the dirt. It was more like watching a wrestling match than that of a Football team, practicing drills. Many of the morphs were of the more heavy set types that also had a few speedy ones thrown into the mix. Though I could tell that this bunch really meant business, I couldn't help but sigh at how disorganized they were. It was like they had no tactical maneuvers at all.
I'd decided to step out of this periods class and see what exactly what I was in for and boy was I disappointed. The only one that seemed to be able to get that much of muscle heads to do something right was that of their Quarter-back, a Zoroark. The guy definitely fit the part of being the head haunch'o around the field, with his red eyes that nobody wanted to meet, dark/evil features that would make just about anybody cringe, and the speed to avoid anyone foolish enough to think they'd be able to even touch him. Eventually the school ended after Physical education and I was left with the cleanup duty of all the players equipment and such. I really didn't mind it that much, I mean who are you kidding, some of those guys look like they could literally bend me in half if not then into that of a full blown pretzel.
Once all the equipment was put away I returned to the field to take one last look over the field to make sure that I didn't miss a thing out there. I found that I had indeed missed something, and it was a solitary football that had been slightly punctured and was slowly deflating. Picking up the ball I gave it a gentle toss and laughed a little to myself when it plopped back into my hand it made a type of putty like, squish sound. Walking around with it I found myself before the practice dummies that the players would use to juke and jive between to increase their reaction time and agility. Seeing that no-one was around I began to get into the swing of it and began to move almost effortlessly around/through the mix of padded figures.
Off in the distance a young Nidoqueen morph slowly rounded the corner of the concession stand and began to look about. "Now where in the world is Z? I could have sworn that he told me to wait for him right here." She said in a bit of an annoyed tone as a pouting look slowly spread across her light blue face as she began to tap her foot in impatience. It was at that moment that she picked up an unusual sound and she turned towards the field. "I should've guessed. He's probably still on the field practicing." The look of annoyance slowly left her face which was slowly replaced by one of a tired smile with a bit of a shake of her lowered head.
She slowly rounded the corner a little more then looked upon the practice field in it's entirety. Looking back and forth she tried to pinpoint the source of the sound, only to find it a few moments later coming from the padded dummies at the far side of the field. With a bit of a small laugh, she nodded to herself and took another step but paused when she realized that something was off. 'Wait a minute. That isn't Z, that's...' Her mind drew a blank as she saw a much smaller figure dodging in and out of the stuffed figures with ease.
"Hay there babe. Wait'n on your star quarter-back?" A voice said behind her making her jump a little in surprise. After getting her nerves back, she turned to see Z standing behind her, striking his usual cool like pose, with him leaning against the concession stand, head lowered to his chest, a smirk on his long pointed face, and his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the setting sun. He didn't wait for a reply as he slowly strutted on over, (As if he were a gods gift to women) and wrapped an arm across her shoulder, then pulled her tightly to his side.
"Come on Z, you know I don't like it when you do that." She said as she pushed out of his grip and took a step back from him, hugging her books to her chest. The sweater that she was wearing was fairly large for her, but did little to hide the large bust that she had, and the pants that fit her so snugly did little too to hide her waist that wold make any man swoon if they were only slightly to sway. "Can't you make some noise or something to let me know that your there!" She said in an angry tone as if this wasn't the first time that this in-particular incident had occurred.
"Now what would be the fun in that." He said as he advanced a little and reached out to cup the left side of her face in his rough right hand. "I just love to see you jump." He said as his gaze slowly drifted down to that of her bust, almost implying that he like watching that particular part of her jump.
'Such a perve.' She thought as her face slightly scrunched up a bit in anger. 'God. I don't know what I see in him nowadays.' She slowly pushed his hand away from her face and turned to face back towards the field. "I thought that you'd still be practicing." She stated simply as she pointed towards the practice dummies. "Who's the new guy?" Z surprised her yet again as he pressed his front up against her back. She could feel the cloth of his football shirt on her skin as he hugged her from behind.
"Don't really know. Though what I do know is that he's some stupid human who going to get a pounding for practicing with our equipment." The sound of a snarl could be heard until she looked directly up and saw a very angry look upon his muzzle as he towered over her with his height.
"Aw, leave him alone," She said as she spun in his arms so that they were now chest to chest. "Besides which, you promised me that you'd take me out tonight and it's already getting late." Z looked down at her and a very pleased look crossed his face. She knew that he loved it when she pressed her front against his chest and it was a tactic that she would use as her foolproof way to get what she wanted from him.
With a nod from Z, he wrapped his left arm over her shoulder and began to lead her away from the field. Though that wasn't before she turned to look over her left shoulder at the human who'd looked like he was taking a break (Wiping his forehead with a towel while he sat down upon the grass). 'A human, huh. He's kind of cute. I think I'll introduce myself to him sometime.'
The next day a school was a bit more different than that of the first. Most of the student and faculty had heard about me now, and I could easily pick up whispers and such, spoken about me from behind my back. 'It's to be expected, I guess. I am after all the only human here at this school.' Though that did little to distract me from the main change that day. Since the science class had to be cleared out due to the bio-hazard conditions in the school, my elective had changed to that of Home Eco. 'I never thought that I'd be...cooking. I thought for sure that that'd never come up as an actual class that I'd have to take.'
Opening the door to the new room, I made my way inside and stopped just beyond the door to take the room in. Like most Home Economic classes, there was two columns of cooking stations that had their own ovens, sinks, and everything else that one would find in a kitchen. Their were two or three bar sized stools behind the stations and most were empty. 'Good thing I arrived early,' I thought in a bit of down toned way. 'I'll probably end up taking someone's seat by accident and then get in a whole bunch of trouble.'
I don't know how long I stood there but I was brought out of my moment of pause when a set of something/s soft pressed down upon my head. "Well, hello there. I don't believe that I've seen you before cutey. Are you new to my class?" A very feminine voice asked.
'Wait a minute, these feel like...' I slowly scrunched down then turned to look what'd pressed down upon my head and who the voice belonged to. When I'd fully turned around my eyes fell upon that of a Female Vespiqueen morph. She had dark blue stocking that went under a very short black skirt, a matching long sleeved dress jacket that matched the same color as her stocking, a white undershirt that was opened quite a bit to show off her very nice cleavage, long blond hair that reached well down to the middle of her back, and a pair of glasses that seemed just barely perched upon the end of her nose. She stood in a pose with one hand on her hip that showed off her figure ever so nicely.
It was at that moment that I'd been staring at her for quite a while and that she seemed to take that as a bit of a compliment as a very seductive smile slowly spread across her face that was quickly followed by that of a quick wink in her left eye.
To say the least I was a bit flabbergasted by her...forwardness towards me, but that didn't last long as I heard the bell ring for the five minute warning to get to class. It was also at that moment that everyone else that was taking this class had taken it upon themselves to show up. Amongst the incoming students she didn't have a chance to talk to me further other than to tell me to take a seat at the last station at the end of the right column. I gave her a slow nod but didn't escape fast enough as she reached out and gave my cheek a quick rub and another smile.
Once I'd gotten to the back of the class I took my seat and a long sigh. 'If that teacher is this comfortable/seductive with me, I'd better be careful.' I thought to myself as I awaited for the rest of the class to file in and take their own seats.
The rest of the class were quick to avoid the teacher, which seemed odd to me, and fill up the stations from front to back, (Paying little heed to the fact that their was a human in the class). 'Maybe their more concerned about the teachers forwardness than some out of place guy.' I hoped, but stopped when someone cleared their throat. Looking over to see who'd done so, I saw a Pikachu morph sitting at the station next to mine in the opposite column.
"You'd better watch out for that teacher there. She likes to flirt with anything that's got something dangling between it's legs." He said in a hushed tone. "I'd know. Before you showed up, I was her recent play thing." A lump slowly caught in my throat and I had a tough time getting it to go down.
It was just as the last bell to the start of the class sounded that the last person to finally show up arrived. She seemed to be panting quite a bit, as if she'd ran the way over to here from someplace way down the hall, as she leaned over and placed her hands on her knees. "I'm sorry I'm late Ms. Bee. I got caught up at my last class."
The teacher, Ms. Bee by what this girl had called her, didn't look all that pleased. 'I wonder if it was due to the fact that theirs no more seats here in the class besides the one next to mine?' I wondered as I set my backpack down besides the station and began to pull out my books. When I looked up from pulling out my book for the class I saw that the Morph that'd walked into the room was that of a Nidoqueen. She seemed like a fairly average type of Morph/girl, but her overall figure/proportions (Which some might consider a bit chunky) seemed to suit her form just right. 'I doubt anyone would get away with calling her a heavy weight.' I thought to myself as she turned and met eyes with mine.
We seemed to stare at each other for a while until a smile slowly spread across her face. It was like that smile was her way of saying that I'd just passed some kind of test of hers and that things between us were going to get...interesting. She then nodded to the teacher once, then made her way down the center isle to sit down upon the stool next to mine and set her book bag down upon the station. "The names Corlena." She said in a pleased tone, as if she was really proud to be called by such an unusual name.
"Will, Will Stanton." I said back to which she smiled a little more at me. 'At least she seems friendly enough. Who knows, I might actually have made my first friend in this place.' Throughout the rest of the class, Corlena and I got to know a lot more about each other.
"And what do the two of you think your doing?" A voice asked behind us, making us jump in surprise. We both quickly turned around to find that of the teacher Ms. Bee standing there with her hands on her hips, leaning over slightly so that someone might see a bit more down her cleavage, and a bit of accusing look upon her face. "The two of you are supposed to be cooking, not jabbering on like that of a silly Pacharisu."
Feeling a bit ashamed of being caught talking in class the two of us turned back to our station and faced our station to begin cooking... 'What was it that we were supposed to be cooking anyways?' I asked myself but didn't get a chance to ponder the question further as the teacher leaned down and lay her head on my shoulder.
"As punishment for not paying attention in my class. Your going to have to come up to the front of the class and help me demonstrate some cooking methods." She then smiled up to me as she then leaned a little forward and blew ever so gently into my ear, causing the skin on my arms to break out in goose-bumps at the sensation.
'This isn't going to end well.' Was my only thought as she stood up, took my hand, and lead me to the front of the class and guide me to the other side of her station facing the class. It was at that moment that I recognized the concoction that she was stewing as one of my mom's favorite Poffin making methods. 'This doesn't look so hard. I've seen mom cook up this stuff like, a hundred times, this should be just a walk in the park.' Though those thoughts were soon interrupted as I felt two very large mounds press into my upper back as well as two arms slowly glide down either side of my arms.
"You know something. You have some very well muscled arms." Said the teachers voice in a very intoxicating way that made me shiver as well as blush a little. "Now I want you to stir the mixture just like...," She placed both her hands over mine and closed them gently over them. "Like this. And make sure that you use your hips too." She finished as she then pressed her hips into my own and then began to grind them back and forth.
Sweat began to bead upon my forehead and I was glad that I'd decided to wear my extra strength antiperspirant that day. She continue doing this until I was really beginning to become uncomfortable, though just as I was about to turn to tell her so, an arm reached out grabbed my shoulder and yanked me away from her. "My god Ms. Bee. I think he gets it already." Looking up I could see that it was Corlena who'd rescued me from her and was now leading me away from the teacher. "Perverted witch." She mumbled as she finally got me back to our station.
CH 2
The sound of smashing pads and such sounded more like that of bones breaking as each of the teams different players tried to pound their equally padded opponents into the dirt. It was more like watching a wrestling match than that of a Football team, practicing drills. Many of the morphs were of the more heavy set types that also had a few speedy ones thrown into the mix. Though I could tell that this bunch really meant business, I couldn't help but sigh at how disorganized they were. It was like they had no tactical maneuvers at all.
I'd decided to step out of this periods class and see what exactly what I was in for and boy was I disappointed. The only one that seemed to be able to get that much of muscle heads to do something right was that of their Quarter-back, a Zoroark. The guy definitely fit the part of being the head haunch'o around the field, with his red eyes that nobody wanted to meet, dark/evil features that would make just about anybody cringe, and the speed to avoid anyone foolish enough to think they'd be able to even touch him. Eventually the school ended after Physical education and I was left with the cleanup duty of all the players equipment and such. I really didn't mind it that much, I mean who are you kidding, some of those guys look like they could literally bend me in half if not then into that of a full blown pretzel.
Once all the equipment was put away I returned to the field to take one last look over the field to make sure that I didn't miss a thing out there. I found that I had indeed missed something, and it was a solitary football that had been slightly punctured and was slowly deflating. Picking up the ball I gave it a gentle toss and laughed a little to myself when it plopped back into my hand it made a type of putty like, squish sound. Walking around with it I found myself before the practice dummies that the players would use to juke and jive between to increase their reaction time and agility. Seeing that no-one was around I began to get into the swing of it and began to move almost effortlessly around/through the mix of padded figures.
Off in the distance a young Nidoqueen morph slowly rounded the corner of the concession stand and began to look about. "Now where in the world is Z? I could have sworn that he told me to wait for him right here." She said in a bit of an annoyed tone as a pouting look slowly spread across her light blue face as she began to tap her foot in impatience. It was at that moment that she picked up an unusual sound and she turned towards the field. "I should've guessed. He's probably still on the field practicing." The look of annoyance slowly left her face which was slowly replaced by one of a tired smile with a bit of a shake of her lowered head.
She slowly rounded the corner a little more then looked upon the practice field in it's entirety. Looking back and forth she tried to pinpoint the source of the sound, only to find it a few moments later coming from the padded dummies at the far side of the field. With a bit of a small laugh, she nodded to herself and took another step but paused when she realized that something was off. 'Wait a minute. That isn't Z, that's...' Her mind drew a blank as she saw a much smaller figure dodging in and out of the stuffed figures with ease.
"Hay there babe. Wait'n on your star quarter-back?" A voice said behind her making her jump a little in surprise. After getting her nerves back, she turned to see Z standing behind her, striking his usual cool like pose, with him leaning against the concession stand, head lowered to his chest, a smirk on his long pointed face, and his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the setting sun. He didn't wait for a reply as he slowly strutted on over, (As if he were a gods gift to women) and wrapped an arm across her shoulder, then pulled her tightly to his side.
"Come on Z, you know I don't like it when you do that." She said as she pushed out of his grip and took a step back from him, hugging her books to her chest. The sweater that she was wearing was fairly large for her, but did little to hide the large bust that she had, and the pants that fit her so snugly did little too to hide her waist that wold make any man swoon if they were only slightly to sway. "Can't you make some noise or something to let me know that your there!" She said in an angry tone as if this wasn't the first time that this in-particular incident had occurred.
"Now what would be the fun in that." He said as he advanced a little and reached out to cup the left side of her face in his rough right hand. "I just love to see you jump." He said as his gaze slowly drifted down to that of her bust, almost implying that he like watching that particular part of her jump.
'Such a perve.' She thought as her face slightly scrunched up a bit in anger. 'God. I don't know what I see in him nowadays.' She slowly pushed his hand away from her face and turned to face back towards the field. "I thought that you'd still be practicing." She stated simply as she pointed towards the practice dummies. "Who's the new guy?" Z surprised her yet again as he pressed his front up against her back. She could feel the cloth of his football shirt on her skin as he hugged her from behind.
"Don't really know. Though what I do know is that he's some stupid human who going to get a pounding for practicing with our equipment." The sound of a snarl could be heard until she looked directly up and saw a very angry look upon his muzzle as he towered over her with his height.
"Aw, leave him alone," She said as she spun in his arms so that they were now chest to chest. "Besides which, you promised me that you'd take me out tonight and it's already getting late." Z looked down at her and a very pleased look crossed his face. She knew that he loved it when she pressed her front against his chest and it was a tactic that she would use as her foolproof way to get what she wanted from him.
With a nod from Z, he wrapped his left arm over her shoulder and began to lead her away from the field. Though that wasn't before she turned to look over her left shoulder at the human who'd looked like he was taking a break (Wiping his forehead with a towel while he sat down upon the grass). 'A human, huh. He's kind of cute. I think I'll introduce myself to him sometime.'
The next day a school was a bit more different than that of the first. Most of the student and faculty had heard about me now, and I could easily pick up whispers and such, spoken about me from behind my back. 'It's to be expected, I guess. I am after all the only human here at this school.' Though that did little to distract me from the main change that day. Since the science class had to be cleared out due to the bio-hazard conditions in the school, my elective had changed to that of Home Eco. 'I never thought that I'd be...cooking. I thought for sure that that'd never come up as an actual class that I'd have to take.'
Opening the door to the new room, I made my way inside and stopped just beyond the door to take the room in. Like most Home Economic classes, there was two columns of cooking stations that had their own ovens, sinks, and everything else that one would find in a kitchen. Their were two or three bar sized stools behind the stations and most were empty. 'Good thing I arrived early,' I thought in a bit of down toned way. 'I'll probably end up taking someone's seat by accident and then get in a whole bunch of trouble.'
I don't know how long I stood there but I was brought out of my moment of pause when a set of something/s soft pressed down upon my head. "Well, hello there. I don't believe that I've seen you before cutey. Are you new to my class?" A very feminine voice asked.
'Wait a minute, these feel like...' I slowly scrunched down then turned to look what'd pressed down upon my head and who the voice belonged to. When I'd fully turned around my eyes fell upon that of a Female Vespiqueen morph. She had dark blue stocking that went under a very short black skirt, a matching long sleeved dress jacket that matched the same color as her stocking, a white undershirt that was opened quite a bit to show off her very nice cleavage, long blond hair that reached well down to the middle of her back, and a pair of glasses that seemed just barely perched upon the end of her nose. She stood in a pose with one hand on her hip that showed off her figure ever so nicely.
It was at that moment that I'd been staring at her for quite a while and that she seemed to take that as a bit of a compliment as a very seductive smile slowly spread across her face that was quickly followed by that of a quick wink in her left eye.
To say the least I was a bit flabbergasted by her...forwardness towards me, but that didn't last long as I heard the bell ring for the five minute warning to get to class. It was also at that moment that everyone else that was taking this class had taken it upon themselves to show up. Amongst the incoming students she didn't have a chance to talk to me further other than to tell me to take a seat at the last station at the end of the right column. I gave her a slow nod but didn't escape fast enough as she reached out and gave my cheek a quick rub and another smile.
Once I'd gotten to the back of the class I took my seat and a long sigh. 'If that teacher is this comfortable/seductive with me, I'd better be careful.' I thought to myself as I awaited for the rest of the class to file in and take their own seats.
The rest of the class were quick to avoid the teacher, which seemed odd to me, and fill up the stations from front to back, (Paying little heed to the fact that their was a human in the class). 'Maybe their more concerned about the teachers forwardness than some out of place guy.' I hoped, but stopped when someone cleared their throat. Looking over to see who'd done so, I saw a Pikachu morph sitting at the station next to mine in the opposite column.
"You'd better watch out for that teacher there. She likes to flirt with anything that's got something dangling between it's legs." He said in a hushed tone. "I'd know. Before you showed up, I was her recent play thing." A lump slowly caught in my throat and I had a tough time getting it to go down.
It was just as the last bell to the start of the class sounded that the last person to finally show up arrived. She seemed to be panting quite a bit, as if she'd ran the way over to here from someplace way down the hall, as she leaned over and placed her hands on her knees. "I'm sorry I'm late Ms. Bee. I got caught up at my last class."
The teacher, Ms. Bee by what this girl had called her, didn't look all that pleased. 'I wonder if it was due to the fact that theirs no more seats here in the class besides the one next to mine?' I wondered as I set my backpack down besides the station and began to pull out my books. When I looked up from pulling out my book for the class I saw that the Morph that'd walked into the room was that of a Nidoqueen. She seemed like a fairly average type of Morph/girl, but her overall figure/proportions (Which some might consider a bit chunky) seemed to suit her form just right. 'I doubt anyone would get away with calling her a heavy weight.' I thought to myself as she turned and met eyes with mine.
We seemed to stare at each other for a while until a smile slowly spread across her face. It was like that smile was her way of saying that I'd just passed some kind of test of hers and that things between us were going to get...interesting. She then nodded to the teacher once, then made her way down the center isle to sit down upon the stool next to mine and set her book bag down upon the station. "The names Corlena." She said in a pleased tone, as if she was really proud to be called by such an unusual name.
"Will, Will Stanton." I said back to which she smiled a little more at me. 'At least she seems friendly enough. Who knows, I might actually have made my first friend in this place.' Throughout the rest of the class, Corlena and I got to know a lot more about each other.
"And what do the two of you think your doing?" A voice asked behind us, making us jump in surprise. We both quickly turned around to find that of the teacher Ms. Bee standing there with her hands on her hips, leaning over slightly so that someone might see a bit more down her cleavage, and a bit of accusing look upon her face. "The two of you are supposed to be cooking, not jabbering on like that of a silly Pacharisu."
Feeling a bit ashamed of being caught talking in class the two of us turned back to our station and faced our station to begin cooking... 'What was it that we were supposed to be cooking anyways?' I asked myself but didn't get a chance to ponder the question further as the teacher leaned down and lay her head on my shoulder.
"As punishment for not paying attention in my class. Your going to have to come up to the front of the class and help me demonstrate some cooking methods." She then smiled up to me as she then leaned a little forward and blew ever so gently into my ear, causing the skin on my arms to break out in goose-bumps at the sensation.
'This isn't going to end well.' Was my only thought as she stood up, took my hand, and lead me to the front of the class and guide me to the other side of her station facing the class. It was at that moment that I recognized the concoction that she was stewing as one of my mom's favorite Poffin making methods. 'This doesn't look so hard. I've seen mom cook up this stuff like, a hundred times, this should be just a walk in the park.' Though those thoughts were soon interrupted as I felt two very large mounds press into my upper back as well as two arms slowly glide down either side of my arms.
"You know something. You have some very well muscled arms." Said the teachers voice in a very intoxicating way that made me shiver as well as blush a little. "Now I want you to stir the mixture just like...," She placed both her hands over mine and closed them gently over them. "Like this. And make sure that you use your hips too." She finished as she then pressed her hips into my own and then began to grind them back and forth.
Sweat began to bead upon my forehead and I was glad that I'd decided to wear my extra strength antiperspirant that day. She continue doing this until I was really beginning to become uncomfortable, though just as I was about to turn to tell her so, an arm reached out grabbed my shoulder and yanked me away from her. "My god Ms. Bee. I think he gets it already." Looking up I could see that it was Corlena who'd rescued me from her and was now leading me away from the teacher. "Perverted witch." She mumbled as she finally got me back to our station.