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Anonymous Sun 11 Aug 2024 03:53:27 No.68170003 Report

Quoted By: >>68170043 >>68170099 >>68170672 >>68172015

>>68169917
>but i might be down to take requests in a lil bit
fuck it, goin' ahead and shootin' my shot
let's get some fuckin' Roberts romance up in this bitch

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Anonymous Sun 11 Aug 2024 07:48:43 No.68174543 Report

Quoted By: >>68174754

alright lettuce begin
prompt never stated WHOM the hagloving POV was; I've decided it is (YOU)

yoink
>>68170003

>Being one of the few humans at Volcano High is already enough of a challenge.
>You're outnumbered by Saurians 200-to-1, and the other members of your species aren't exactly winners.
>That retard Anon really isn't doing you any favors in that regard.
>Actually struggling with the SCHOOL part of going to high school only compounds the trouble.
>And as it turns out, Math is something of a trouble spot for you.

>Tuesday Night. Seven p.m., growing closer to Eight.
>You had heard from some classmates that one of the members of Student Council hosts an after-school meetup for peer-tutoring and aided study.
>Seemed like a good chance to improve your grades, and break the ice with some more of your fellow students.
>Volcano High was a ghost town. There were barely any cars out in the parking lot, and the halls are positively empty.
>It's kind of eerie. You've always seen this place filled to the brim with aggressive, scale-covered bodies, packed wall-to-wall.
>So much chatter and noise pollution that you could barely think.
>And now you can hear your footsteps audibly carrying down the empty corridors.
>It's the perfect setup for some kind of C-tier slasher film.
>The heebee-jeebees might've been what hastened your step to make it to the room you had been told about.
>The fact you were over half an hour later probably also had something to do with it.

>Room 038.
>Ground floor, left wing of the campus.
>You hadn't been in this classroom before. Apparently it's used for one of the AP English classes.
>Doubt you'll ever end up there.
>As you get near the door, it sounds...Oddly quiet in there.
>Shouldn't there be people talking inside?
>--No time to think, you're late dumbass.
>"Hey!" You call out as you crank the knob and jam the heavy wooden door open, "I'm..."

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Anonymous Sun 11 Aug 2024 08:05:15 No.68174754 Report

Quoted By: >>68174878

>>68174543
>You opened the door to find a medium-sized, average-looking classroom. The large whiteboard lining the front wall is pinned with a great number of informative posters. "CLASS RULES," one says. "ESSAY WRITING TIPS," lists another. The lights are on, and yet . . .
>"...Heeere?"
>You hesitantly finished, only to find silence to be your answer.
>For there was no one else in the classroom. All the desks were empty, nary a fellow student in sight.
>--There's motion in the periphery of your vision, to the left.
>Someone is here. At the teacher's desk.
>"So you are," the feminine voice of your sole companion notes. Surprise, it's a teacher. Unsurprisingly, she's a Saurian.
>As you shift to face her, you get a good look at her.
>A theropod from the get-go, those jaws are a dead giveaway. The bumps upon her brow and the brilliant-gold crest upon her snout hint towards her being a Ceratosaurus.
>Her short bob of a hair is greying-white in color. Perhaps it might've been a more vibrant, snowy pitch in her youth, but the luster has faded with time.
>Her scales are a cool lavender in color, darkening deeper, warmer patches about her eyes. The depth highlights them; her irises are the color of honey, their slitted pupils a deeper shade of gold, something akin to bronze.
>They're kind of beautiful, as weird as it is to say that about a teacher.
>Oh, and they're positively staring at you with questioning contempt right now.
>"And -why- exactly are you here?"
>Oh man, she sounds pissed.

>"S-Study group..?" You stammer out. She's kind of intimidating. That black, formal dress gives her a sort of old school authority that some of the other, younger teachers lack.
>She let out a long sigh; a claw raised to massage her brow.
>"Ah, of course, the peer session that ended nearly an hour ago."
>"...Wait, what?"
>Surely you didn't misremember, right?
>"That groups ends its meetings at Seven P.M.," she answered, like she was reading your mind.
>Shit.

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Anonymous Sun 11 Aug 2024 08:14:58 No.68174878 Report

Quoted By: >>68175032 >>68175036

>>68174754
>An audible huff escapes her as her claw leaves her snout. She folds her arms as she stares at you, expectantly so.
>"I'm sorry," you tell her, raising a hand to rub the back of your neck. Fuck, this is awkward. "I must've misunderstood my friend when he told me about that."
>"Perhaps it'd do you some good to ask for clarification next time," she immediately fired back.
>Raptor Jesus, she's prickly.
>The more you look at her and the more you hear her grumble, something begins to light up in your memory.
>She must be Roberts.
>She fits the description of her; one of your friends has her for homeroom.
>Says she's an absolute asshole at the best of times.
>Not that you can blame her; you did kind of walk in on her during one of her prep periods.
>An awfully late one at that. Shouldn't she be home with her family?

>"Are you going to say anything?"
>Shit, you've been staring.
>You quickly shake your head. "Sorry, I'm just--I had some homework to do here tonight, and since I missed it, I'm just kind of...Trying to figure out what to do next."
>Not exactly a lie. You DO have an entire assignment to work through on your lonesome now. Once you make it back home, it'll take all night to get through.
>Rough.
>Roberts stares at you for long moment, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh.
>"Sit down," she mumbled.
>"Wait, what?"
>"I said sit down," she repeated, voice louder and sterner this time. She peeked her eyes open to glare at you. "If you're here, you can use the space to work in. Just don't make much noise."
>"Nah, it's good, I can--"
>"It's late," she interjects. "Besides, it'll give you time to figure out a way back home, assuming you don't have one."
>On one hand, being stuck in a room here with the grumpy carnivore was far from the most comfortable situation possible.
>On the other, you -would- be wasting a lot of time getting back home when you could just get started on your homework now.

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Anonymous Sun 11 Aug 2024 08:28:00 No.68175036 Report

Quoted By: >>68175146

>>68174878
>”...Sure,” you finally agree, slowly moving forward and sitting in the nearest of the empty desks.
>Roberts watches you as you sling your backpack off your shoulder and begin to sift through it. By the time you’ve gotten your textbook and assignment out, she’s looking at something on her desk.
>The Ceratosaur reaches for a large, metallic bottle and unstoppers it, before taking it a long drink.
>She grunts, mumbling something beneath her breath afterwards–and glances up at you.
>To which you immediately glance away, pretending like you were reading like you should have been.
>You can feel her staring at you for several seconds.

>What unfolds is awkward, to say the least, but you can’t lie, it’s fairly productive.
>Being here in the classroom seems to help you focus.
>The irritable theropod a couple yards away from you is probably also helping in that regard.
>Up until about halfway through your list of equations, you stumble on one that’s got you floored.
>These numbers may as well be moonrunes to you.
>Had you have been on time, you would’ve had a group of students there to help you out.
>Now, all you have is Roberts.
>...Couldn’t hurt, right?
>”Hey, Miss–Sorry, Mrs. Roberts?”
>She doesn’t respond at first. She doesn’t even look at you. She’s staring, hard, at something on her desk.
>”...Mrs–”
>She actually fucking growls. A low rumble in her throat. Some deep part of your caveman brain causes your hair to stand on end upon hearing it.
>She sharply inhales, eyes slamming shut as she does so.
>”...You had it right the first time,” she corrects you, her speech slow. She opens her eyes, staring at you as she continues. “What do you need?”
>Huh.
>Swallowing, you do your best to calm yourself down as you reply. “I, aaah…I could use some help with this problem, if you’d be alright with that?”
>”What’s the subject?”

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Anonymous Sun 11 Aug 2024 08:37:46 No.68175146 Report

Quoted By: >>68175259

>>68175036
>”Algebra T–”
>”I’m an English Teacher,” she plainly responds. “I’m not certain I’ll be of much use.”
>You tilt your head. “I thought you taught homeroom?”
>”Homeroom’s one class a day, ANON. I’ve other responsibilities.”
>”Oh, that…Makes sense.”
>She gives a nonverbal hum in response as she rises from her office chair and strides across the room. Her shoes audibly click in the relative silence of the school.
>You might be the only two people here right now.
>And you’re not sure how to feel about that.
>She comes to stand beside your desk, the golden hoops of her spectacles dangling low as she leans down to peer at your textbook and the work you’ve done thus far.
>As you begin to mumble an explanation of the problem, you begin to notice a few things.
>The first is that she’s leaning against you. Not exactly an issue, she’s just trying to get a look at your writing after all.
>But those thighs are distractingly plush along your shoulder.
>Stop being fucking weird.
>The second is that, well…
>Compared to earlier, she seems–distracted?
>A bit off kilter.
>There’s something in the way her eyes keep glancing between you and your textbook.
>A dull of the sharpness her stare had prior.
>You’re just imagining it, right?
>Maybe she’s just tired.
>Sighing, she leans in close, a clawtip tracing along a line of equations you wrote on your paper.
>”If I recall correctly, what you did here was . . .”

>You’re listening to her as she gives you the solution you couldn’t reach.
>But there’s something that’s definitely distracting you now.
>Close as she’s come, you can smell it on her breath.
>Alcohol.
>You’ve been to too many senior parties to not know what it smells like.
>There’s no fucking way, you tell yourself. This woman’s the pinnacle of prim and proper.
>...And yet, she’s drank from that thermos more than a few times since you’ve arrived.

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Anonymous Sun 11 Aug 2024 08:49:01 No.68175259 Report

Quoted By: >>68175387

>>68175146
>”ANON,” she snaps.
>You freeze, glancing up into her eyes. “Did you understand what I just said?”
>”Y-Yes, ma’am, thank you.”
>She narrows her eyes at you, before looks away.
>”Get back to work,” she grumbles as she leans off of you and moves back to her desk. You watch her go.
>She has a huge…Personality.
>And the way she’s moving definitely confirms what her breath was hinting at.
>Why in the hell would she be drinking?
>The Ceratosaurus slumps into her office chair, her claws raising to massage her face. You look away at back to your problems.
>You scribble down what you can remember her telling you, and it actually clicks. Seems she’s sharper at things beyond her subject than she lets on.
>And yet, as you begin to move through the rest of your homework, you keep glancing up at her.
>She’s staring at something on her desk, and as she continues to take swigs from that thermos, her posture’s becoming more and more slouched.
>She’s leaning her head against one of her fists by the time you reach your final problem. Her golden eyes are fixed on what must be her phone, judging from the way her other claw is swiping across with flicks of a finger.
>She’s glaring at the phonescreen with something bordering on rage.
>Only more subdued. Melancholic.
>--And then she glances up at you.
>And you don’t have the speed to look away in time before you’re caught.

>”...What?”
>The word is spat at you with a degree of venom that she lacked before. Her eyes narrow.
>Despite the clear danger a drunken theropod could easily pose to a Skinnie like you, something inside of you presses you to bridge the issue.
>”I’m just, aaah…Worried, I guess. You seem kinda out of it, ma’am.”
>”Of course,” she grumbles. That hand she’s leaning against raises to rub her brow. “Of course you’d notice! Of all the nights, I’d have to be stuck with you, you…”
“Ma’am?”
>”--You called me Mrs. Roberts, earlier.”

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Anonymous Sun 11 Aug 2024 09:01:10 No.68175387 Report

Quoted By: >>68175516

>>68175259
>You blink at the sudden change in topic.
>”Yeah, what about it?”
>”Why?”
>”I–I don’t know, it just…I kind of assumed, you know? Most teachers here are…”
>Your voice drifts off as you begin to realize the potential flow of this conversation. She finishes for you.
>”Married, that’s what you’re going to say, correct?”
>You nod. She chuckles, bitterly so.
>”And you’d be right! They all are, all of my peers. Just…Not me.”
>Something’s penetrating her voice. It’s not the slurring of drunkenness, though she is -absolutely- buzzed right now.
>She almost seems to be…Crumbling.
>”No, ANON, I’m not married. Do you know why?”
>You can’t answer; she cuts you off.
>”--Because I wanted to focus on my career. Get a foundation going, work my way up the chain. Maybe earn my way to the school board. I was young! Sure, my friends from home and friends from college all found partners and…And began to have children, but…”
>That same goose-pimpling you felt when she growled at you is slowly beginning to emerge. It’s unnatural, seeing someone so previously composed rambling like a fool. Coming undone.
>”--No! I told myself,” she continues, speaking loudly now, “That I’d have something secure for when I was ready to have a family! And I’m secure! I’m accomplished, I’m proud of my career, I’m…I’m…”
>She sniffles.
>She fucking sniffles.
>She’s staring into her palms. Her claws are curling into fists.
>”...I’m the only one of my family that doesn’t have a husband now. My youngest sister got married today. Couldn’t bring myself to attend the ceremony. And I was just hoping to…Come here, and…And just…I…”

>Her words curdle into something incoherent, her breathing hitching.
>She hides her face into her palms, elbows slumped against the edge of her desk.
>She can hide the look on her face, but not the noise she’s making.
>Low and soft sobbing.
>Her shoulders shaking.

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Anonymous Sun 11 Aug 2024 09:15:38 No.68175516 Report

Quoted By: >>68175671

>>68175387
>You shouldn’t be seeing this.
>You should leave.
>Let her be alone and figure this out. Maybe you’ll have an awkward meeting tomorrow when she’s sober.
>You could live with that.
>You SHOULD live with that.

>But you don’t. Something inside of you burns brighter.
>Something tells you to go up to her.
>Some part of her anguish touches a part of your heart you weren’t even aware of.
>Or maybe you’re just a good person, and you hate hearing her sob.
>Hate seeing a mentor so strong now appear so weak.

>No, you stand up and slowly walk towards the front of the room.
>You cross that terrible, forbidden threshold between the front of the teacher’s desk and what lies behind it.
>To reach, more importantly, who lies behind it.
>Roberts seems to have sensed you growing closer. You hear her hiccup.
>”Go–Go sit back down, I’m–”
>She shivers like she just struck cold when you rest a hand upon her nearest shoulder.
>”Ma’am, it’s gonna be alright,” she manage to muster up from somewhere. “You’ll make it, I’m sure.”
>The older woman leans her head out of her hands just enough to peer up at you with red, wet eyes.
>Her breathing seems to calm down…
>Only to suddenly hitch and boil all over again.
>As she begins to fall apart once more, this time, the drunken teacher reaches for you.
>Her arms wrap tight around her body. She probably meant to pull herself close to you, but that Saurian strength more-or-less pulled you down to her.
>She mumbles thank yous against your chest as she squeezes you tight.
>REALLY tight.
>Despite how strange and…Wrong this all feels, you can’t help but reciprocate the embrace, loosely hanging your arms about her upper back in the vaguest sense of a hug.
>It was mostly just to try and appease the Theropod so that she didn’t break you in half with that Dino-grip.
>But it also did feel kind of…Nice.

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Anonymous Sun 11 Aug 2024 09:29:49 No.68175671 Report

Quoted By: >>68175714 >>68175742 >>68175793

>>68175516
>A couple minutes pass. She’s stopped sobbing, but Roberts has yet to let go of you.
>Her head leaned against your chest. You can feel her breath through your shirt.
>Her eyes are half-lidded.
>Seeing that she’s mostly calmed down, you try to pull away–
>And her arms seem to tighten.
>”...ANON,” she murmurs your name. Her voice is a little hoarse.
>”Ma’am–”
>”Call me Misty,” she whispers again. Softer still, she adds, “...Please.”
>”Alright, ah…Misty?”
>”You said I’ll make it. Was that–Did you mean it?”
>”Yeah, I did. You’ll find someone, Ma–Mmmisty, I’m sure.”
>”...Do you think I’m pretty, Anon?”

>That question leaves you silent.
>Whether from sobbing or drinking, the words carried a soft slur to them.
>This is wrong. Ms. Roberts isn’t herself right now.
>You should pull away and leave. Leave the building, and leave this to be an informal, unbecoming secret between the two of you.
>She’s pulled her head back from your chest, just enough to stare up at you.
>With those eyes.
>Those big, golden eyes.
>Like pools of honey.
>Full of anticipation, and yearning, and…
>And you speak before you realize the implications of your words.

>”Yeah, I do. I think you’re beautiful.”

>A weight settles in your gut at your stupid fucking mouth.
>But something far different settles on the Ceratosaur’s features.
>They’re softening. Her mouth’s parted ever-so-slightly.
>She hugs you again, head upon your chest as she squeezes you again.
>A rumble echoes from the Saurian’s core, a low, low hum in her throat.

>...She’s pulling you closer. Practically into her lap.
>You should be getting clear. This is madness.
>But the warmth of her body, the intimacy of this all–it’s leaving you kind of retarded.
>Her snout raises, hiding itself along your neck.
>Her lips upon the pulse of your artery, breath misting against your throat.
>”...You’re such a handsome young man, ANON” she mumbles.

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Anonymous Sun 11 Aug 2024 09:41:31 No.68175793 Report

Quoted By: >>68175892 >>68175913

>>68175671
>There are two wolves inside of you right
>One of them is positively horrified at what’s happening.
>There’s so many boundaries and guidelines being broken right now that it isn’t even fucking funny.
>As for the other one?
>Raptor Jesus fucking save you, it wants -her-.
>Maybe it’s the thrill of all those rules you’re breaking.
>Maybe it’s just the closeness of your bodies.
>Maybe this is the most attention you’ve received from a woman in a long, long time.
>Whatever the reason, the feeling of her warmth along your torso, the feeling of her heartbeat THUMPING against your stomach…
>It’s tangling you up in knots.
>Your hands slowly rest a little firmer against her spine.
>Her breathing hitches.
>Her fists tangle the fabric of your shirt tight about your back.
>”ANON,” she whispers against your skin. “Please give me this. Just once.”
>As you pull away, she meets your gaze with her own.
>Golden eyes half lidded with desperation.
>And hunger.
>And need.

>You oblige her.

>You lean in, eyes sliding shut. She catch glimpses of hers doing the same as her head rises to meet you.
>There’s awkwardness between the initial meeting of your lips. Anatomies that weren’t meant to intermingle struggling to find union.
>But lonely as she is, she seems to have experience you lack.
>A claw raises, wrapping tangles of your hair between her fingers. She tugs you slowly, guiding you to tilt your head just as she does the same.
>Your skulls reoriented, her mouth all but hungrily opens to you. In your excitement, you chase the invitation.
>You can taste her, the sweetness of her body tinged with the bitter afternotes of the booze she’s been indulging in tonight.
>Her tongue, longer and stronger, tangles amidst yours.
>A moan is lost between your lips, dying in her throat.
>Her clawtips rake amidst your hair, combing along your scalp; the other hand has seized your shirt collar and is holding you tight. She doesn’t want you moving away.

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Anonymous Sun 11 Aug 2024 09:51:05 No.68175892 Report

Quoted By: >>68175913 >>68176019

>>68175793
>Not that you would.
>Your hands are sliding along the fabric of her dress, trying to find an opening, exploring the contours of her body.
>She’s soft, sublime in her curves. The sheer fact you can’t fucking REACH THEM is driving you mad.
>You want to feel the coolness of her scales along your fingertips.
>You want to squeeze her.
>You want to do–
>Jesus.
>You’re going insane.
>This whole situation is fucking insane.
>Maybe you’re getting a kind of contact high from the liquor on her lips.
>And yet, knowing this, you don’t stop. You continue to explore each-others mouths, drinking in the other’s being.

>The only thing that stops your little expedition is the screaming of your lungs.
>You’re both gasping by the time you pull away. It’s hard to determine which of you made the call.
>As you struggle to collect yourself, Roberts–Misty–leans her forehead into yours. Your ragged breath mingles with hers, her snout nuzzling against your nose slowly.
>”Thank you…”
>She mumbles between breaths. Her hands have yet to release you, still holding you.
>You can’t reply. You just nod against her, barely noticing how strong your arms have come to cling to her.

>You linger like this for what must be minutes.
>What began as a desperate need for a second wind swiftly mellows into content silence.
>She’s not meeting your eyes anymore. Her fingers are growing looser by the moment.
>”...ANON,” she finally mutters.
>”Misty?”
>”It’s getting late,” she tells you. “You should…You should go home.”
>There’s an unspoken warning in her words. One you can easily pick up on.
>You should leave before you both trespass a line neither of you are prepared to face.
>Something even more sacrilegious than the student-mentor boundary you’ve hurdled over with a fucking four-wheeler.
>”...Yeah, you’re…You’re right.”

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Anonymous Sun 11 Aug 2024 10:01:20 No.68176019 Report

Quoted By: >>68176025

>>68175892
>You agree with her.
>And yet, despite this, you’re slow as you untangle yourself from her and stumble to your feet.
>The room feels so much warmer now.
>You can’t bring yourself to look at her as you put your stuff back into your backpack.
>Just as she has yet to bring her gaze back to you.
>The shame burning your eartips must be affecting her just as harshly, even through all the liquor.

>This was wrong.
>...But it felt beyond right.

>”Thank you for the, uh…The help, ma’am,” you tell her as you finish.
>She grunts softly in reply.
>Still not facing her, you stand and begin to walk towards the doorway of the classroom.
>And yet, before you can reach the doorknob, you hear her heels upon the tile floor.
>Her arms have wrapped loosely about your waist. Her head is leaning against the back of your neck.
>”..If you came at the same time on Thursday,” she murmurs to you. “We could…I, could help you study again.”
>You freeze. She senses the hesitation.
>”Would you like that, ANON?”
>Closing your eyes, you force yourself to nod.
>Force yourself to voice the truth.
>”...I would, Misty.”

>Somehow, you know that her lips have curled into a smile.
>Those same lips press upon the side of your head, kissing you gently.
>And those same lips whisper five words against your ear.
>”Good boy,” she murmurs to you. “See you then.”

>You barely registered the door shutting behind you.
>Practically in a daze, you begin to stumble down the desolate halls of Volcano High.

>At least you got your homework done, right?

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