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. Classes are boring as fuck! The material sounds repetitive. The same old same old, day in day out. God, the fatigue is heavy. Luckily, or unluckily, depends on how you look at it, I've found something that is keeping my attention. Rascal, my buddy and the king of school mischief, has been focusing his efforts more on me as of late.
Now it's not like he's never done so before, oh no, he's tagged me good since my second year began. He's hit me with spitballs, whoopee cushions, kick me signs, the spring-loaded whipped cream pie in my locker, stealing my cell phone then changing all my ring-tones to something super annoying before calling during my most serious classes, and of course his most skilled trick...the up the skirt panty snapshot. He alone is the reason I don't really care for the uniforms. Girls have to wear skirts and I hate it!
But lately, he's stepped up his game in a more annoying way. Each prank is something physically dirty. There's been explosive condiment packets, the homemade slime dump, and purposely messing up my chemical experiments so that they blow up. It's honestly gotten so bad that I pack extra clothes. Worse still is having to use the gym showers. Rumor has it they're haunted, but I call bullshit, the damn school is less than three years old, this isn't some sort of corpse party or some anime trope. But I will admit...I have heard some weird sounds when I shower there.
Though today is gonna be different. Once a month I like to spend a solid weekend with one of my friends and coincidentally their brothers. During this time, we catch up on the little things, do some work, or just goof off. And this month it's Rascal's turn. I plan on getting some answers. Stretch always has my back, mostly because Rascal annoys the piss out of him when he tries to do his job. Wingy will also help if needed, he doesn't like misbehavior or finding out his family is doing something stupid.
This leads up to now...Dinner time.
"so kiddo...anything new?"
"Not really sir."
"please, we're not at school. you don't have to treat me like a teacher."
"I know. It's just a force of habit. Really hard to break."
"✌❄ ✌💧❄ 💧 🕯💧 🕈 💣✌ 👎📬 🕆 ✋😐 ✌ 👍 ❄✌✋ 💧 💣 🕈 💧 ✌ 💣✌✋ ✌💣 💧💧📬" (AT LEAST SHE'S WELL MANNERED. UNLIKE A CERTAIN SOMEONE WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS.)
"UH...I'M RIGHT HERE. I KNOW YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT ME."
"❄ ✡ 🕆 💧 🕆 👎 😐 🕈 ✋❄🕯💧 🕆👎 ❄ 💧❄✌ ❄ 💧❄🕆 ✋ ✡ 🕆 ✌👍 👌 ✋ 🏱🕆❄ ❄ 💧 👎✌ 🏱 ✌❄❄ 👎 🕈 📬 ✏ 🏱✌ 👎 💣✡ ✌🕆 ✌ 📬" (THEN YOU SHOULD KNOW IT'S RUDE TO START STUFFING YOUR FACE BEFORE I PUT THE GOSH DARN PLATTER DOWN. OH! PARDEN MY LAUGAGE.)
"You're fine Wingy, believe me, I've heard worse."
" 👎 ✌ 📪 ✌💧 🏱✌🏱✡ 🕆💧 💧✌✋👎📪 🕈 🕯 ❄ ✌❄ ❄ ✌👍✌👎 💣✡📬 ✡ 🕆 👍✌ 🕆💧 🕆 ❄ 🕆 ✌💣 💧📬" (OH DEAR, AS PAPYRUS SAID, WE'RE NOT AT THE ACADEMY. YOU CAN USE OUR TRUE NAMES.)
"Okay...Gaster. Wow, that takes getting used to."
"YOU SAY THAT EVERY TIME."
"sans..."
"WHAT?"
"don't be a smartass."
Rascal just rolls his eyes and continues to eat as Wingy serves the rest of us. I'll give the guy credit, out of the four Gaster, Wingy is the best cook around. Though there is some talk of another skeleton that is looking to take on the job he has. My guess is he'll end up as a secondary professor or personal tutor.
"💧 🏱✌🏱✡ 🕆💧📪 🕈 ✌❄ ✌✞ ✡ 🕆 ✋💧💧🕆 👎 ❄ ✋💧 ✈🕆✌ ❄ 🕯💧 ✌💧💧✋ 💣 ❄✍" (SO PAPYRUS, WHAT HAVE YOU ISSUED FOR THIS QUARTER'S ASSIGNMENT?)
"nothing much. just told them to give me an original paper in any psychological field."
"YEAH. LIKE THAT'S SIMPLE."
"You don't have a subject yet?"
"YOU DO?"
"I do."
"mind sharing it?"
"Only because you asked and it can tease you with waiting. I'm writing about the correlation of dreams having more effect/relevance on the conscious mind and not just the unconscious."
"dang...now i am curious."
"💧🏱 ✌😐✋ 👎 ✌💣💧📪 🕈 ✌ ✡ 🕆 💧 👎 ✋ 💧✌ 💧✍" (SPEAKING OF DREAMS, HOW ARE YOURS DOING SANS?)
Rascal looks up at his older brother.
"HUH?"
"✡ 🕆 👎 ✌💣📬 ✌ ❄ ✡ ❄ 🕆👌 ✋ ✡ 🕆✍" (YOUR DREAM. ARE THEY TROUBLING YOU?)
"NO...? WHY DO YOU ASK?"
"🕈 📪 💧 💣 ✋ ❄💧 ✋ 👍✌ ✌ ✡ 🕆 💣🕆❄❄ ✋ 🕈 ✌ ✋ ✡📬" (WELL, SOME NIGHTS I CAN HEAR YOU MUTTERING WEARILY.)
Rascal's cheekbones color faintly and he averts his gaze.
"I'M FINE."
" 📪 ❄ ✌❄ 💣✋ 👎💧 💣 📬 🏱✌🏱✡ 🕆💧📪 ✌✞ ✡ 🕆 ✋✠ 👎 ❄ 💧✋ 😐✍" (OH, THAT REMINDS ME. PAPYRUS, HAVE YOU FIXED THE SINK?)
"didn't need to. there was nothing wrong with it or any of the others."
" ✌ ✡✍ ✋ 💧🕈 ✌ ✋🕯✞ ✌ 👎 ✋❄ 👎 ✋🏱🏱✋ ✌❄ ✌ 🕆 💧 ❄ ✋ ❄📬" (REALLY? I SWEAR I'VE HEARD IT DRIPPING AT ALL HOURS OF THE NIGHT.)
I can't help but notice Rascal squirm and the cyan blush he sports is getting darker. Wonder what that's about.
"LOOK, CAN WE JUST EAT AND NOT TALK FOR FIVE MINUTES?"
We all give him a look.
"WHAT?"
"you know it won't hurt to get that monkey off your back."
"I SAID, I'M FINE."
"✡ 🕆🕯 👍 ✌ ✡ ❄📬" (YOU'RE CLEARLY NOT.)
"DROP IT! JUST DROP IT!"
He storms off to his room.
" 👎 💧💧📬" (OH GOODNESS.)
Stretch stands.
"i'll go talk with him."
He follows after Rascal, leaving Wingy and me.
"✋ 👎 ✌🏱 ✋ 💧✌ 💧📬 ✋ 👎 🕯❄ 😐 🕈 🕈 ✌❄🕯💧 ❄❄ ✋ ❄ ✋💣 ✌❄ ✡📬" (I DO APOLOGIZE FOR SANS. I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO HIM LATELY.)
Lately?
"So this has been going on for some time?"
"🖂💧✋ 🖂 ✋ 😐 🕈 👎💧 🏱📪 👌🕆❄ 🕈 🕯❄ ❄ 🕆💧 ✌ ✡❄ ✋ 📬 ✋❄🕯💧 ✈🕆✋❄ 🕈 ✋💧 💣 📬" (*sigh* I KNOW HE NEEDS HELP, BUT HE WON'T TELL US ANYTHING. IT'S QUITE WORRISOME.)
He frowns in concern and it gets to me. I get up and go behind him, surprising him with a hug.
"If anyone can make him talk, it's Stretch."
"✋💧 ✋❄ 🕈 ✋ 👎 ✋ 🕈 ✡ 💧 💣🕆👍 ✍" (IS IT WEIRD I WORRY SO MUCH?)
"No, it's understandable. You care. There's nothing wrong with that."
He smiles and pats my arm.
"✡ 🕆🕯 ✌ 👎 ✋ 📪 ✡ 💧✋ 📬" (YOU'RE A GOOD GIRL, LYNSIE.)
"I try."
I let him go and rub his skull childishly.
"You're adorable Wingy. I'm gonna go see how those two are doing."
" 👎 🕆👍😐📬" (GOOD LUCK.)
With that, I depart from the table and enter the hall towards their rooms. I get close to Rascal's room but stop just before it in front of the bathroom, his door is closed but I hear voices.
"bro, seriously, what's wrong? you've been acting funny more than usual. and not the 'ha ha' type of funny that we know you for."
"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!"
"is this about those dreams you've been having? if you just tell us what's up then maybe..."
"OKAY! JUST STOP ALREADY. *sigh* I'VE BEEN HAVING... ERM, CONFUSING DREAMS LATELY."
"what sorts of dreams? nightmares?"
"NO! NOT BAD ONES! JUST...UNUSUAL I'D SAY..."
"how unusual? we are talking about dreams here."
"MAYBE IT'S BEST IF I TELL YOU..."
Rascal clears his throat.
"FIRST I'M STANDING SOMEWHERE. I DON'T KNOW WHERE. I'M ALL ALONE, BUT I'M HAPPY; I'M EXPECTING SOMEONE. WHEN THE PERSON I'M EXPECTING ARRIVES, WE TALK. I DON'T REMEMBER THE SUBJECT NOW."
"well you need to try and remember what happened if you want me to really hear what you think, but so far it doesn't sound so strange."
"YOU SEE, THE STRANGE PART IS...IT'S WHAT HAPPENS LATER."
"okay...what happens?"
"WE GO TO MY ROOM AND I...I'M SORRY I CAN'T TALK ABOUT IT!"
It doesn't take me long to figure out what kind of dreams he's been having. It's actually kind of cute. But really now, who's the certain someone?
"bro, those kind of dreams are normal. there's nothing to worry about in having them."
"BUT THE PERSON I MEET...I DON'T KNOW IF IT WOULD BE APPROPRIATE."
"why do you feel like that? what's wrong with his dream lover?"
"OKAY, ONE...DON'T EVER USE THOSE WORDS AGAIN. AND TWO, DON'T EVER USE THOSE WORDS AGAIN."
"noted. but go on. why is the love of your dreams inappropriate?"
Rascal swallows audibly.
"NO, THAT'S NOT THE POINT...I MEAN...MAYBE...JUST...JUST FORGET ABOUT IT. I'M FEELING A BIT TIRED. DO YOU MIND IF WE TALK SOME OTHER TIME?"
"oh, no, you're not wriggling out of this that easily. you should come clean and confess; you'll sleep better with the burden off your conscience."
"IT'S SOMEONE CLOSE!"
Well, now, that's intriguing. Someone close huh. Bet it's that odd bunny chick, she always seems to eye the bone boys. Best quit while I'm ahead before I get busted. Though I do still feel a little curious, I decide to go back and help Wingy. Stretch comes back sometime later, crashing on his lounger and chilling out to Jeopardy. He tells us things will be okay and we kind of have no choice but to believe him. Wingy, still concerned, decides to bake something that he thinks will cheer his little brother up. Which is a great idea...till a freak blender accident makes a splattering mess. Thank god I planned for this, god I'm too used to this by now.
"❄ 👌✌❄ 💣🕯💧 ✌ ✡ 🕆 💧 👎 ✌ 📬 ✌ ✌✋ 📬📬📬✋🕯💣 ✌💣 💧 💧 ✡ ✌👌 🕆❄ ❄ ✋💧📬" (THE BATHROOM'S ALL YOURS DEAR. AGAIN...I'M AM SO SORRY ABOUT THIS.)
"It's fine. No damage was done. Hell, at least it was tasty."
"✡ 🕆🕯 ✌ 🕈✌✡💧 😐✋ ❄ 👌 ✋ ❄💧✋👎 📬 ❄ ✌❄🕯💧 ✌ 👎 ❄ ✌✋❄📬" (YOU'RE ALWAYS LOOKING ON THE BRIGHTSIDE. THAT'S A GOOD TRAIT.)
Wingy fusses with my hair playfully as he leaves to his room for the night.
"eh. i guess i'll get some shuteye too."
"Like you didn't already. You nodded off before final Jeopardy."
He chuckles as he too gets up.
"maybe, but it's not like the answer was super important."
"It wasn't. Then again, I didn't hear it either. Too busy being caked on. *giggle*"
He walks by me as I gather up my sleeping clothes.
"hey, kiddo..."
"Yes, sir?"
He gives me a funny look and then smiles.
"don't stay up too late."
"I'll try. But I make no promises."
With that, he leaves and I make my way into the bathroom for a quick shower before bed. Ah, there's nothing like the feel of warm water and the scent of lavender shampoo/conditioner to soothe the soul before bed. That plus it's a great way to get excess baking batter off the body and out of my hair. Soon enough though, I start hearing something. It's like the odd sound I'd hear in the academy showers, only a bit louder. Is it...
Is it coming from Rascal's room?
That bony butt hole! Has he been messing with me when I'm in the showers?! That dingus! Oh, I am so gonna give him a piece of my mind. I cut the water off, grab one of their bathrobes before my mind forgets I'm nude and make it to his door all flustered. I'm just about to rage grab his doorknob when suddenly I hear a faint moan.
"OH...LYNSIE."
Wait...Is he... no, he couldn't be. I sidle up to the door, pressing my ear against the wood and start to listen intently.
"DAMN IT...WHY'D SHE HAVE TO BE HERE? CURSE MY DREAMS...OH, LYNSIE. IF ONLY YOU KNEW..."
Now blushing and my curiosity teased, I decide to take a little peek through the lock; I have to verify that this is really happening. I press myself against it as best I can, looking through into the bedroom beyond. True to what my ears heard, I find one of my best friends in deep focus on more...carnal matters. Naked from the waist down, he sits on the edge of his bed, glowing cyan member in hand and enthusiastically stroking himself off.
"AH! THE THINGS YOU DO TO ME...THE THINGS I WISH YOU WOULD DO TO ME...AH..."
He groans to himself between pants and moans. The distinct sound of fapping of a hand slapping is quite audible from where I am. He whimpers softly and bites his lower jaw, clearly nearing the brink.
Holy shit...This is for real. This is beyond a curious development. He's developed a crush on me? He thinks I'm attractive? Well, now...um...this is awkward. I should give him the chance to finish himself off. But I feel I need to head in and talk to him. Argh! I hate choices!
Okay, calm down. Let's let fate decide. If his door is unlocked, then I go in. If not, I go to bed. I mentally count to three and very carefully turn the knob...the door is unlocked. I black out for a moment, but when my brain restarts I see that without missing a beat, I've opened the door and stepped in right in time to see a sticky rope of goo dribble onto the floor as he scrambles to cover himself up.
"LYNSIE! W-WAIT, I CAN EXPLAIN! I SWEAR I...I...OH, GOD!"
He hides under the covers of his bed, his skull blue with shame. I shake my head of the red flooding my cheeks. I slowly shut the door before approaching the hiding skeleton and sit at his bedside.
"Dude...You like me?"
Rascal peeks from under his covers.
"YOU...YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT MAD AT ME?"
I tilt my head confused.
"Mad? For what? Hell, if anything I'm at a loss for why you do like me."
"REALLY?"
"Yeah. Not saying I'm not flattered to be the object of your desire. Because frankly, I need the self-esteem boost. But there's no need to hide yourself or these feelings. If you felt this way about me, you should've just said so."
I finish with a smile and he visibly relaxes, letting the covers fall on his chest.
"I'M SORRY. I JUST...I WASN'T SURE HOW TO GO ABOUT THIS."
"Is that why you've been pounding me with so many pranks?"
"YEAH. I'M NOT PROUD OF THAT."
"That's for sure. That's how boys get girls in elementary school. Or at least, that's how TV makes it out to be."
"I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. IT'S TOO EMBARRASSING TALKING TO MY BROTHERS ABOUT PERSONAL STUFF."
"You could've talked to me."
"YOU'RE JOKING, RIGHT? LIKE I COULD REALLY TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT."
"R-man, it's me we're talking about. You know I wouldn't judge you."
"I JUST COULDN'T, OKAY! NOT AFTER WHAT I DID. WHAT I SAW."
What does that mean?
"Rascal? What are talking about?"
He hides behind his hands and trembles faintly.
"I FOUND A MANTANICE PATH UNDER THE BUILDING. I WANTED TO USE IT TO AVOID CLASSES AND PULL OFF EVEN BETTER TRICKS. SO I HAD TO CHECK WHERE THEY LEAD. ONE WAY HAD A LOOSE WALL BEAM AND I FOLLOWED IT. IT WENT PRETTY FAR. THEN A RAT SPOOKED ME. I TUMBLED AND SMACKED THE WALL. IT CRACK ON MY SIDE BUT CHIPPED A BIT ON THE OUTSIDE, NOTHING NOTICEABLE. TO MAKE SURE I WASN'T NOTICED I LOOKED THROUGH THE HOLE AND SAW..."
"Saw...?"
"...PROMISE YOU WON'T HIT ME."
I don't like where this is going.
"I promise."
"*gulp*...I LOOKED IN THE HOLE AND SAW...THE SHOWERS."
It hits me like a ton of bricks.
"You..."
"BEFORE YOU FREAK OUT, WHICH IS TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE, PLEASE HEAR ME OUT! IT WAS A COMPLETE ACCIDENT. ...THE FIRST TIME."
My eye twitches.
"First time?"
"IT'S JUST THAT...WELL...SEEING YOU THERE, ALL COVERED IN SUDS WITH WATER CASCADING OFF YOU...*shudder* I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF."
He regrets that as soon as it leaves him and I glare at him.
"Oh my god..."
"REMEMBER, YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T HIT ME."
"You are the biggest freaking dork ever! I should be beating on you like a xylophone!"
"WAIT!"
"What? Give me one good reason I shouldn't hold this over you like a hangman's noose?"
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"
I blank at those words.
"Wha...?"
"I SAID, I LOVE YOU."
Realizing he said those words and seeing the look on my face, he recoils, hiding his face once more inside his covers.
"THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. NOW YOU HATE ME. MY GAL PAL HATES ME AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO."
I hear sniffling and my eyes widen. Dear lord, he's going to cry. I must fix this. I pull the covers off his face and throw myself at him in a hug much to his confusion.
"L-LYNSIE?"
"I don't hate you, you goofball. How can I hate you? You're my friend. My recently emotional and horny friend. I can't be mad at you for how you feel. I just want to help."
He shakes a little, even as he cautiously puts his arms around me and breathes in relief.
"I'M SO SORRY..."
"I forgive you."
"THANK YOU."
"So...We cool now? No more crazy pranks? Or impromptu shower peepshows?"
"YEAH. I PROMISE TO STOP."
"Thanks."
I give him a nuzzle and he rubs my back.
"HEH...KNOW SOMETHING FUNNY? I'VE JUST NOW NOTICED YOU'RE IN MY ROBE."
"Sorry. I grabbed the closest one when I got out of the shower."
"NO, IT'S OKAY. ...IT LOOKS NICE ON YOU."
I blush, thinking this must seem so coincidentally intimate.
"T-thank you."
He runs a hand through my still wet hair.
"I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU SAID YOU NEED A SELF-ESTEEM BOOST. YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL. ONLY IN MY DREAMS CAN I HOPE TO BE WITH YOU. I'M...I'M JUST ME, AND YOU...I DIDN'T THINK SOMEONE LIKE YOU COULD EVER..."
He trails off somewhat sadly and I kiss his cheek to lift his spirits.
"You're over thinking it. If you relax, then things will be fine."
He smiles fondly.
"LYNSIE...CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING?"
"Sure."
"CAN I...KISS YOU?"
"R-really?"
"JUST THIS ONCE. I WANT...I WANT TO END THIS NIGHT WITH SOMETHING THAT WILL MAKE MY DREAMS EVEN SWEETER."
"Okay. But no funny stuff."
"WOULDN'T DREAM OF IT."
"Then why do I feel you crossing your fingers?"
"HEH HEH, OKAY, YOU CAUGHT ME. BUT I WON'T TRY ANYTHING. I SWEAR."
I give a small chuckle before sitting up. Doing so opens the robe a tiny bit but it's enough for him to see some skin and get his bones sweating. I don't notice as I lean into the distracted bone boy and gently lay my lips to his quivering smile. Initially, I intend the kiss to be only a quick peck, but then it lasts for several seconds and then longer. I can't really explain it, but once we made contact, something in me did not want this feeling to end.
Realizing I've yet to pull away, he softly returns the kiss and kneads his hand into the back of my head. His other hand trails up my arm, feeling its way down the slope of my back and test touches the hill that is my rear. When I still don't move away he gets bolder. The hand on my ass retreats to my hip, where it rubs into me before tugging on the robe's sash. And that's when I finally break the kiss.
"Rascal?"
"I, UM...TOO MUCH?"
I look away sheepishly.
"HEY...WHAT'S WRONG?"
"...I...I'm a virgin."
His eyes widen.
"YOU TOO?"
We share odd looks before laughing. This must look adorable, especially because we're acting like hopeless virgins. This explains so much.
"So..."
"YEAH..."
"Do we...You know...?"
"ARE YOU SUGGESTING THAT WE...AND THAT I...PUT IT IN YOU?"
"We could. It's an option."
"YOU SURE? I MEAN, NOT THAT I DON'T WANT TO! OF COURSE, I'D SO DO THAT TO YOU. I MEAN WITH YOU! ARGH! I SOUND LIKE SUCH A CREEP."
"Just a tiny bit. But in a cute way."
"YOU THINK I'M CUTE?"
"Well...Yeah. You're cute."
"...LET'S DO THIS."
"You sure?"
"YES. I'M TIRED OF BEING SHY VIRGIN ABOUT THIS. IF OUR RELATIONSHIP HAS ESCALATED TO THIS CURRENT LEVEL, I WANT TO MAKE IT REAL. I WANT YOU TO BE MY FIRST. MY ONE AND ONLY. WILL YOU BE WITH ME TONIGHT LYNSIE? PLEASE?"
Damn him and his love. In a short time he's made me annoyed, mad, and then filled with butterflies. I slip off his bed and begin stripping off bathrobe, leaving me bare much to his excitement.
"I TAKE THIS AS A YES."
"Come on, funny bones, play fair. You've seen me plenty of times. Now it's your turn."
He shyly does the same, slipping off his nightshirt until he is laying in his bed completely bare-boned.
"OK...HOW DO YOU WANT TO DO THIS?"
"Hmmm...Good question. I believe we both know how this works, correct?"
"YES, I KNOW WHAT PART OF ME GOES WHERE IN YOU."
"Then maybe the standard way would be best. Sound okay?"
"SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN TO ME."
He gets off his bed and I teasingly take his place on the bed, looking up at him as he comes crawling back to be on top of me. The reaction is almost instantaneous; Rascal's magic made shaft immediately grows fully erect.
"Whoa. You sure that'll fit?"
"I'M SURE IT'S SUPPOSE TO. SURELY IT WILL. ...I HOPE AT LEAST."
He laughs in nervousness. The broken ice of the room somehow reforming with awkwardness. This has us waiting for a short while and things get a little tense.
"So...This is sex?"
"N-NO...I HAVEN'T...IT'S NOT IN YET."
"No offense, but...why not?"
"...I'M SCARED. I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU."
"Awww..."
"DON'T 'AWWW' ME."
"But you're so adorable."
"I DON'T WANT TO BE ADORABLE. I'M A MAN. I'M MAGNIFICENT."
"Okay mister man, be all bad boy if it makes you happy. But unless someone does something soon, neither of us are going to be feeling good anytime soon."
"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I GET IT. JUST GIVE ME A SECOND."
He breathes through his nose hole a few times before kneeling between my legs, aligning the tip of his shaft with my opening. He looks at me, waiting for me to confirm that he should indeed get going. I gently smile and nod. He smiles right back at me and finally begins easing himself inside. Rascal nervously begins to push his surprising warm member inside, timidly inserting an inch or two and then withdrawing, as if unable to bring himself to fully penetrate me.
I groan at the initial intrusion and sigh as he pulls out. This is going nowhere fast. Bothered by his impromptu teasing, I decide to take charge.
"You okay? I thought you wanted this?"
"I-I'M SORRY, IT'S JUST...I'M NOT USED TO THIS, YOU KNOW?"
His eyes are downcast, and I'm certain I can see him blush in humiliation.
"IT...IT'S SO OVERWHELMING TO FINALLY BE WITH SOMEONE, NEVER MIND SOMEONE LIKE YOU."
Giggling at his sweet hesitation, I gently take his hands in mine and guide them around my side, making him hug me. He doesn't need much encouragement to comply, easily snuggling against me, breastbone to actual breast, and sighing softly.
"I'M SORRY. I JUST WONDER WHY YOU'D EVEN BOTHER DOING SOMETHING LIKE THIS, WITH SOMEONE LIKE ME."
There's sadness in his voice and I don't like it.
"Please don't be such an idiot."
"HUH?"
"Give yourself some credit. I like you. So forget about your insecurities. Because the more you think about it, the worse it's gonna get and I really hate seeing someone I care about unhappy. So cheer up. Or do I really have to be the one to pop our cherries?"
Judging by the prodding I feel on my leg, I don't have to say anything more as he gently aligns himself with my sex and lets out a gruff huff when he suddenly thrusts himself forward, embedding himself in me to the hilt. This has me gasp and squeak in shock at the painful pinching sensation of the sudden intrusion, it's like something very girthy being shoved into the eye of a sewing needle. I cling harshly to my skeletal lover, my nails clawing at his bones. Panicked and in a bit of pain himself, he does what he can to ease me. Some light kissing here, some kind words there, it all gets to me eventually yet I still can't help but tease him.
"*grunt* See? N-not so difficult now, w-was it?"
"N-NOT DIFFICULT, NO. *groan* BUT HARD, ALL THE SAME."
Did he just make a joke?
"Heh...A poke and a joke, what better way to charm a girl. But unless you expect me to do all the work, the two of us won't get anything done if you just sit still."
"YOU'RE ENJOYING TEASING ME, AREN'T YOU?"
"Only a little bit. Just trying to tempt you into getting your head in the game and not worry so much."
"VERY WELL. HERE GOES NOTHING."
With that he promptly makes himself busy, awkwardly thrusting in and out, pumping in a clumsy attempt to please us both. While I do appreciate his enthusiasm, just randomly thrusting isn't really giving me all those 'seeing stars' feelings everyone always says they get in sex and I will be damned if I have this first time be a complete letdown.
"Sans, can you stop for a moment?"
Hearing me say his name makes him do so instantly and he blinks curiously.
"DID I HURT YOU? AM I DOING SOMETHING WRONG? I'M SORRY!"
"Calm down, you didn't do anything wrong, and you certainly didn't hurt me."
"SO, WHAT'S WRONG THEN? I'M NOT DOING THAT BADLY, AM I?"
"No! No! Y-you're doing fine!"
He pouts.
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIE TO ME."
"I'm not lying."
"*sad sigh* THIS IS SO MUCH EASIER IN MY DREAMS."
"Hey, for the last time, you're doing fine. I just wanted you to stop so I can try something."
"OH?"
Rubbing his spine, I shall attempt to guide him through the process. Grasping on the base of his spinal cord, I begin sliding my hand up and down in slow tender strokes. He shivers out moans at the pleasure flooding his sensitive bones, but it doesn't stop him from catching on; indeed, he proves himself a quick study and starts to preempt my 'instructions'. Moving his hips in deep tender pumps, taking time to feel all there is and yet still find new spots that feel even better. Now, this is so much better.
"I-I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW INCREDIBLE THIS IS, LYNSIE. YOU'RE SO WARM AND WET INSIDE."
He begins murmuring such sweetness to me, too caught up in the sensations of sex to really flatter me, though I enjoy it all the same.
"Oh yeah...That's the stuff. See, you're doing fine. Mmmm...So damn fine~ Ooooh Sans~."
You moan alongside him, singing praises to him being a quick study, letting go of his spine and grabbing onto his bony shoulders instead, giving him a few more directions so he can catch some spots that feel extra sensitive. Suddenly he clenches up and gasps, moaning several times and arching his back before he can't hold it back anymore and climaxes inside of me, filling his sticky magic goo.
I moan as he fills me with his magical essence, then immediately sigh in disappointment as he slumps down on top of me and nuzzling against my cheek tenderly.
"THAT WAS INCREDIBLE."
"Yeah..."
"HEY, WHAT'S WRONG?"
"Nothing."
"WAIT...DIDN'T YOU CUM TOO?"
I can tell in his voice that he's curious yet sated. That means he'll keep asking until I say something.
"I don't know. I guess I just didn't have enough time to get to that point."
"REALLY?"
"But it's okay. It did feel good for the time it lasted. And I'm happy to have made you feel so good."
"YOU MEAN, I DIDN'T...? NO. HELL, NO, THAT'S NOT ACCEPTABLE!"
He growls and to my surprise, I suddenly feel his flaccid member swelling once more inside me. He takes a dominating mount above me, grabbing onto my shoulders and starting to thrust himself hard into me once more.
I groan in as much surprise as there is pleasure, bracing myself against Rascal as he begins fucking me with as much enthusiasm as when we started. I'm genuinely impressed. This is not something a newcomer to sex should be able to pull off. But screw that. I decide to thank and congratulate his dedication with a hot passionate kiss.
He promptly redoubles his efforts, while trying to kiss me back in appreciation of the gesture. I begin to lose myself in the pleasure and closeness of this most powerful act. Slowly I start to feel a pressure build in my loins, and, if anything I've ever heard or read about is true, I know this as a sign that it won't be long before I finally achieve the oh so desired orgasm.
Rascal himself lets out a cry of relief; having finally achieved his goal in helping me to orgasm, this means he can give in to the sensations he himself is being overwhelmed by, spraying my insides with a second coating of magic goo spunk, dredging up every last drop left. With a groan, he sinks down atop me, his orgasm pushes me over the edge, moaning out his name and my insides contracting trying their best to milk the poor skeleton of all the magic love goo he is worth.
Then with one last spasm, I slump down against the bed and his shaft deeply embedded inside me slowly fades away unable to maintain form, some of our mixed juices running down to mat his bed. He lays there with me, panting softly from the exertion then somehow finds the strength to give me a weak yet cheeky grin.
"SO, HOW WAS I THIS TIME?"
"*flirty giggles* To quote you from earlier...That was incredible."
"MYEH HEH HEH...GLAD TO HEAR IT. TO QUOTE YOU...I AIM TO PLEASE."
"Mmmm...That you did~. You really surprised me. I didn't expect you to be able to get a second erection so quickly, especially after you just came."
"WELL, I'VE LEARNED A FEW TRICKS AT THE ACADEMY FROM SOME OF THE MORE, UH, RESTRICTED TEXTBOOKS, SHALL WE SAY?"
"Oh?"
"NOT ENOUGH THAT I CAN DO ANYTHING MAJOR, BUT ENOUGH FOR...SOMETHING LIKE THIS..."
His cockiness assures me he's back to his normal self. But I still can't help but tease my prankster lover.
"Rather clever of you to bone up on such studies. But I wonder...What reason would you have for picking up this one particular talent, my dear friend?"
He rubs the back of his skull bashfully.
"A GUY CAN DREAM OF FINDING THAT SOMEONE SPECIAL SOMEDAY, CAN'T THEY? AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE BOY SCOUTS SAY, 'BE PREPARED'."
"You, my fine fellow, are no boy scout."
"SO TRUE. BUT YOU'RE STILL HERE AND HAVING A GOOD TIME ALL THE SAME."
"That I am."
I snuggle him in content.
"Bet you're happy I came over now."
He flinches.
"YOU..."
"I may have been naughty and eavesdropped while you were chatting with Stretch."
He chuckles and nips at my ear.
"SUCH A BAD GIRL YOU ARE. I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD PUNISH YOU OR PRAISE YOU."
"Heh, all I know is, that next time we do this I expect at least four more performances like this."
His eyes bulge at my suggestion, half in fear and half in lust.
"I...I CAN'T POSSIBLY DO THAT! I MEAN, I DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY."
He declares, swallowing audibly and averting his eyes much to my amusement. Grinning, I pull him into the final kiss of the night, reassuring him this is just something for him to think about. Having said that, I gather our clothes and redress before joining him once more in bed, staying together the rest of the night...But I do have one question though.
"Hey Sans..."
"YEAH?"
"What do you do with all the photos you take of up my skirt?"
He flinches so hard it shakes me.
"UH..."
"You don't do anything weird with them, do you? Like, sell them?"
"WHAT?! NO! NEVER! I WOULD NEVER PART WITH ANY OF THOSE MOUTH WATERING SHOTS OF YOUR GLORY. THOSE ARE FOR MY EYES ONLY."
"Then what do you do with them aside from beating your magic meat to them?"
"WELL I CERTAINLY DIDN'T USE THEM TO MAKE SOME SORT OF SCRAPBOOK FILLED WITH PICS OF YOUR LOVELY ASSETS, THAT'S FOR SURE."
We just look at each other.
"It's under the bed, isn't it?"
"MAYBE."
"Wow Sans. Just...Wow."
"HEY...IN MY DEFENCE...YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSE TO KNOW ABOUT IT."
"Oh my god, Sans."
"SORRY."
"Don't be..."
I hug the goofy bonehead.
"Never be sorry for being yourself. Because I like you as you are. Perverted numbskull and all."
"AWWW..."
[Meanwhile: the hallway]
Stretch walks past his younger brother's room with a bottle of honey in one hand and a smirk on his face. He bypasses his own room to slip a note under his older brother's door before returning to his room for the night. The note is simple and only states this..."The dream has been worked out".