"Anything I can help you with, Hekapoo?" He asked. His hands were folded and his posture was straight.
"Aw don't gimme that formal junk. Loosen up a bit for once. You're always so stiff when you're on school grounds."
"Yeah well. Kinda need to be in this kinda job."
"Pfffft please. We both know you're doing it just to hide how much of a freak you are."
"Hekapoo, can we not?" Marco leaned slightly forward to assert his control back.
"C'mon, I just saw Star walk outta here with a skip in her step and a glow on her face. The heck were you two doing here, huh?"
"I think you already know the answer to that." Marco spoke plainly but sharply.
Hekapoo snorted. "Y'know, sometimes I dunno if you're ballsy or straight up suicidal."
"Whaddya mean?"
Hekapoo stood straight up, looking down at Marco, her uncovered half lidded eye looking down on him with judgement. She folded her arms firmly under her bust, holding them up a little higher making her cleavage more pronounced.
"Messing around with the girls, one of whom is your- our boss's daughter."
Marco let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm not messing around, it's a method of tutoring."
"Yeah yeah, helping them succeed, bringing out their potential, blah blah blah. Heard it a million times before."
"Then why are you bringing this up again?"
"Because I like teasing you about it."
Marco leaned forward, both elbows on his desk. "Is that why you're here?"
Hekapoo shook her head. "Nah, I came here to tell you that we have a staff meeting in like, 13 minutes."
"13 minutes, huh?"
"Mm-hmm."
Marco stood up, regaining his position as the tallest person in the room.
Hekapoo's nose twitched as something in the air grabbed her attention. She drew closer to Marco, her nose gravitating towards him like she was a Bloodhound, until she was a breath's distance from his lips. She raised her eyebrows, baring her sharp teeth in a predatory grin.
"I can smell her on you." She belied something heavy in her tone.
"Yeah?" Marco raised an eyebrow. "Wanna taste her, too?"
In a move that would leave the speed of light in the dust, Marco stole Hekapoo's lips into his own, leaving the woman stunned and wide-eyed before she shut her eyes and instantly melted into the moment. While Marco held her cheeks, she grabbed his black tie in one hand and the burgeoning bulge beneath his pants in the other. Marco's kissing was wild and sloppy, his lips and tongue tossing his saliva all over Hekapoo's mouth, with no pattern or method behind it whatsoever. Her fondling his junk only pushed him further.
Finally, they parted. They rested their foreheads against each other, eyes closed and catching their breaths.
"I want it…" Hekapoo breathed heavily. "... before we go to the meeting."
"Not sure if we have the time."
"Too bad my place already has its Time Zone calibrated to follow the rest of the dimensions. So we can't just go there, bang as much as we want and come back in a blink."
"If only we could go back to ten years ago."
"Maybe we can ask Father Time to take a break."
Marco shook his head. "No, Star already did that. We can't risk another crisis by making him stop too many times."
Hek snapped her finger at Marco. "So that's how you two were able to do your thing so fast."
Marco raised his palms. "Her idea, not mine."
That predatory smile returned. Hekapoo's ministrations on Marco's clothed crotch only intensified.
"Oh? So what'd you do to her?" Hekapoo asked, her pitch heightened in curiosity and arousal.
"Well, she was masturbating in the front seat while I was lecturing. Again."
Hekapoo giggled. "I don't blame her. You're pretty hot when you're being educational. So you punished her, huh?"
"Wasn't planning on it at first. Not till she came into the classroom during lunch. Then I saw her grade for today's worksheet."
Hekapoo undid the buttons and zipper of Marco's pants, fishing out his fully erect and throbbing cock. Immediately she closed her claws around it tightly, feeling him solidify in her firm grip as their conversation continued.
"Guessing it wasn't 'Honor student' scores. What'd ya do then?"
Marco's voice stayed level as if Hekapoo wasn't doing anything to him.
"Well, I graded workbooks and ate my lunch. Star got on my lap. She fed me. Tried to make out with me. She pushed her luck and I bent her over my desk."
"Mmm, then what?" Hekapoo topped her words with a sigh.
In a flash, she ended up on Marco's side of the desk, her skirt lifted and her panties parted, baring her smooth, porcelain white pussy. She rubbed Marco's cockhead along her slightly split, soaking slit. Marco held Hekapoo by her thighs as he kept talking, his pecker not entering quite yet.
"We started reviewing. I asked her questions about the chapter we're covering and every time she was wrong, I'd smack her ass with my meter stick. She got every single question wrong."
"By meter stick, you mean the one you use for education or fun?"
Marco chuckled. "What's the difference these days?"
"Good point."
Marco had started thrusting slowly, his cock sawing in and out of Hekapoo's cunt in loud, wet squishes as her hot, tight walls molded to his shape.
"Ah-ahh… I bet you.. really punished her…"
"Believe me, her ass was redder than your hair." Marco reminisced with a smile. "By the way, did you give her a dildo? I found out earlier she's been wearing one all day."
"N-no." Hekapoo's voice trembled as Marco gradually picked up the pace. "Though I may have mentioned something about you… being into something like that."
"Well, you know what?"
Marco roughly pushed Hekapoo down, laying her on his desk flat on her back. He kept her wrists pinned and her voluptuous legs high in the air while he hovered over her with his knees on his desk. One look in his eyes and one can see the beast behind it, hungry and insatiable. His lips parted slightly to bare his clenching teeth.
"It worked."
Marco pumped with all he had, the initial several thrusts leaving the woman below him shaken and stirred as he plowed her starving snatch. His desk shook violently with each launch of his hips. Her ass clapped loudly with every collision with his hips.
"Di-ah-ah! Di-did you do this to her to-to-too?"
Marco shook his head, his demeanor and voice remaining stable despite his hefty efforts. "Nope, but damn did I want to. However, she hasn't earned it. Not yet. Not till she passes Friday's quiz."
Hekapoo's moans leaked through her bitten lip. "Mmm, you got any tutoring scheduled for tonight?"
"With Jackie, yeah. I'm helping her out with Yvgeny's Home Ec class."
"So you're gonna help her or 'help' her?
Marco smiled. "Use your imagination."
Hekapoo lowered her legs until they were level with Marco's waist. She pincered him, his prick tip hitting her straight in the womb. The feeling of her cervix briefly kissing his head was like a switch that set Marco's full-auto as his hips fired even faster than before, hitting its target over and over with pinpoint accuracy.
"Mmm, you get really wild with those girls, don'tcha?" Hekapoo goaded.
"No different than I am with you." Quiet panting split Marco's words as he maintained his high speed and intensity.
"That's not true. I've seen how you act when you're with them. Especially with Star."
"H-how d'ya mean?"
Hekapoo giggled at Marco's denseness. "C'mon, you're too smart to play dumb. I feel it every time we fuck. You treat it like it's obligatory, like right now. "
"But Hek, I-"
"A whole 'nother story when you're with your students. Whew, now that's the wild, untamed, uncontrollable Marco I knew a decade ago. I miss it when it was just me that had him."
Hekapoo had long stopped moaning, and instead Marco was the one whose breaths got louder and louder as he laid into her. His grip on her thick thighs tightened, leaving faint darkened marks on her pure white skin.
"What is it about 'em that brings him back?" Hek pondered as she stroked the back of Marco's head. "Is it the taboo nature? The risk of people finding out and losing so much? The control over girls that are young, naive, and head over heels for you?"
"I… just want to… help them succeed." Marco spoke through clenched teeth as his thrusts quaked the very desk he fucked Hekapoo on, threatening to tip it over.
Hekapoo rolled her eyes. "Oh please. You've always been a thrill seeker. Chasing after one high after another. I guess the Forbidden Fruit's your new drug. Hope you don't overdose."
Hekapoo gripped a fistful of Marco's hair on the back of his head before pulling his head towards hers. With her following whisper came a burning breath that scalded his earlobe and melted away most of his resolve.
"You're lucky I love seeing you beat that teen pussy." She said before running her tongue across Marco's ear.
Sweat poured down Marco's face and soaked through his white shirt. Hekapoo's words gripped and stroked his libido and his cock harder than her pussy. The climax that Marco once felt was just beyond the horizon had become forseeable and fast approaching. He hadn't forgotten the time limit and opted to abandon all pretense of holding it in.
"Hek." Marco said in a whispered wheeze.
"Oh, I feel it. You don't gotta tell me twice."
Marco's breaths came out faster and louder. The speed of his hips reached a fever pitch. Hekapoo's tongue slid across her lips in anticipation, more than ready to take what her man wanted to give her.
"Hek… I'm-"
Not even a second later and Hekapoo quickly pushed Marco away from her, his back crashing into his whiteboard. Within the same breath, her claws closed in around the bulbous head of his cock, instantly aborting his orgasm.
"Uh-uh-uh." Hekapoo wagged her finger. "You save that for tonight. For Jackie."
Marco's features widened in an incredulous look. Despite how many times they had done this, his instincts compelled him to react with shock and frustration every time. With his pants still down, Marco slid down to the floor with his back still against his whiteboard. He hung his head, breathing laboriously.
"Ooh, I think my reflexes are getting better." Hekapoo spoke as she straightened out her clothes.
"Yeah." Marco sighed. "Almost came close there. Literally. You really gotta tone it down when you go psychological on me."
"Aww, y'know you love it." Hekapoo giggled.
She offered a hand which Marco accepted to pull himself up. He unwrinkled his suit and shirt and pulled up slacks, straightened his tie and tidied his hair to make himself look presentable for the staff meeting. Meanwhile Hekapoo also took the time to clean up her own appearance, including her hair. When she saw how messy Marco's still was, she shook her hands all over the top of his head until it reverted back to its neat, straightened state.
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Before Marco could step forward, Hekapoo took it upon herself to open it.
"Hey, Dex." Hekapoo greeted after she swung the door open.
In walked a tall, humanoid lizard monster with gray scaly skin, a long snout and black, slicked back hair. His narrowed reptilian eyes darted between the two in the classroom before locking with Marco's, whose own eyes hardened in contempt.
"You two do realize we have a meeting in less than a minute, right?" The lizard spoke in a low, subdued tone.
"We were just on our way, Toffee." Marco replied as he clenched his fists on his suit and pulled down. "We didn't need your reminder."
"First of all, you don't use that name. Second, you act as if I had a choice. The Headmistress insisted that I search for you two because you're currently the only ones absent."
Marco simply rolled his eyes before making his way out the door, uninterested in sharing further dialogue with a man he wasn't a fan of speaking with.
"And where do you suppose you're going, looking like that?"
Dex held a palm to Marco's chest stopping him in his tracks. The human immediately grabbed him by the wrist, his fingers clamping hard, arm shaking as if prepared to flip him onto his back when needed.
"Get your claws off me, Toffee." Marco said through bared teeth and a striking glare.
"How about instead of failing to threaten me, you take a good look at your pants and decide if you look presentable enough for a staff meeting?"
Confused at first, Marco looked down before his eyes widened at the sight of his shirt sticking out of his open fly. He immediately pulled his shirt in and tightly closed the zipper. Then he did another once over before deciding all was well.
Toffee said nothing except scoff. As he walked out the room, he grumbled something about nepotism leading to the downfall of the school and muttered some derogatory remarks towards humans.
It didn't take more than a minute to get to the Main Office then the Staff Boardroom. It looked like a usual corporate boardroom, complete with eggshell white walls, gray carpet floors, a long rectangular table with one swivel chair on each end and more than a dozen chairs on the sides. The Headmistress had already taken her seat, with the administrative staff sitting closest to her while the rest of the chairs were either empty or filled out by the teachers. Marco made sure to take a seat as far away from Toffee as possible.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Diaz. Mrs. Diaz. Glad of you to join us." The Headmistress greeted Marco and Hekapoo.
"Apologies for the delay, formally apologized. "Mrs. Diaz and I were conversing over important matters and we seemed to have lost track of time."
"Yup." Hekapoo affirmed, albeit very loosely.
"No matter. Now that we're all in attendance, the meeting may proceed." The Headmistress spoke cordially as she addressed the entire room.
She was a young-looking woman who carried with her an air of leadership and wisdom and not just because she's royalty and everyone knows it. Below her white pearl necklace a light blue blaze, a lighter blue skirt that went down to her knees, and below that a pair of darker blue heels. Her sky blue hair was long and flowed to her lower back while her bangs concealed her forehead, down to the skin above her sky blue eyes.
"First of all,how is everyone today?" She asked, addressing the whole room.
There were varying responses, some positive, some neutral, some not responding at all and some just plain grumbling incoherently.
The Headmistress nodded. "Naturally. I don't expect everyone to feel the same. For those in the negatives, don't fret. The day will improve in time. Moving on, I'd like to give the floor to The Head of Transportation and Communication, Mrs. Hekapoo Diaz. Mrs. Diaz, what's the status of those dimensions we've been trying to get in contact with?"
Hekapoo folded her hands, leaning forward and looking her employer in the eye as she spoke.
"Well, Headmistress Butterfly. TOH4, AMP2, GF12, and SU5 are in. Expect an increase in enrollment by next semester. As for C137, well... their rep just sent a note written on a napkin that said, in all capital letters, 'Fuck off'. But it was written with like seven U's, so it was more like 'Fuuuuuuuuck Off.'"
Light laughter filled the room while Headmistress Butterfly sighed and held her head. With a hard glare, she instantly silenced the room.
"We might need to try a little harder for that one. Let's shelve it for now. And the rest?"
Hekapoo pulled out a clipboard with a long list of Dimension names and went down the rest one by one.
"Let's see. MCU50, no. SSB5, no. F3000 is a maybe. Someone from ATH4S tried hitting on me, so that's a huge no. CP77 is still broken beyond repair so big no…"
"And what of T51B?" Moon cut Hekapoo off to ask.
"I've got Marco still working on that one." Hekapoo answered.
"I see." Moon turned to the man in question. "And what's the status on that, Mr. Diaz?"
Marco straightened his posture and cleared his throat before speaking.
"Currently, that dimension, or at least the specific region crucial to us, is still in the midst of its Civil War, ma'am. The representative, Robert House, has all of his resources pooled towards this effort and won't cooperate until it's over."
"Ah yes, you've mentioned that before when you requested authorization for a field trip." The Headmistress rubbed her chin. "For our students' safety, is the end anywhere in sight?"
"Well, the good news is, there are already preparations for the final Battle at Hoover Dam. So, once Mr. House stakes his claim over it and forces both NCR and Legion out of the Mojave, we have a deal."
A smile formed on the usually stiff countenance of the leading lady.
"Good to hear. And you'll be there to ensure it all goes smoothly, correct?"
Marco nodded. "Of course. Tomorrow night."
"Do you need any armed support? I can provide a platoon of knights if it will expedite the process."
"That won't be necessary, ma'am. I've got all the help I need."
"Excellent. I have complete confidence in you, Mr. Diaz."
"You better not screw up, Human! We need House's Securitrons ASAP!" Bellowed a humanoid creature with scaly green skin, a crystal for a head and snakes for arms. He stood straight up with his "hands" flat on the table. He was the Head of Security and Defense.
"Yes, thank you Rhombulus. You may settle down now." Moon gestured to the brute with a falling palm, to which he sat back down and began grumbling to himself.
She cast her eyes back to the room. "Anyone else have anything to report?"
"I have something." Spoke a burly frog monster as he stood up.
"Yes, Mr. Bulgolyubov?"
"Yes Ms. Headmistress. You see, I still have ovens that need fixing for my Home Economics and Cooking Classes."
"Me, too." Spoke up another teacher. "There's some burners that haven't worked for weeks. How am I supposed to teach Chemistry with broken burners?"
"Some of the lights in my classroom need their bulbs changed."
"The lockers on the East Wing won't close properly!"
"There's constant blackouts in the bathrooms!"
"I've got swords that need replacement blades!"
"Baaa-aaa-aaa!"
An endless stream of complaints over school equipment and supplies fired off towards the Headmistress, who maintained her composure and darted her eyes towards everyone and anyone who blurted out an issue, as if taking mental notes on who said what. The ones who weren't airing out grievances simply looked around themselves, some annoyed, some uncaring.
"Alright, alright. Quiet, quiet!"
Though Moon did not raise her voice louder than anyone else's, her standing on two feet alone was enough to quell the crowd in an instant.
Moon sighed, almost tiredly so. "Yes, yes, I understand we're a tad bit understaffed. We're still working on finding competent repairmen for the school so if you would please have some patience, all your issues may be resolved in due time."
A lot of the teachers who were standing slumped back into their seats, their faces scrunched up in scowls or loosened in resignation by Moon's response, as if fatigued by the constant delays and excuses.
"Um, if I may say something." Marco raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Diaz. What is it?"
"Y'know, I have a friend in T51B who might be able to help. He's an excellent repairman. About a century or so worth of experience. He can do electricity, building repairs, computers, guns, robots, you name it."
"How convenient. Seems T51B offers more benefits than we thought. Is he willing to move out of the dimension?"
Marco shrugged. "Maybe. I just need to… tell him that there are more dimensions first."
The Headmistress nodded solemnly. "Understood. Do take your time and ease him into it. It may be too much to take at once."
"That I will."
"Alright." Moon addressed the rest of the room once more. "Anyone else? Speak now, because we only have 6 minutes left before lunch ends."
A murmur of negatives and shaking heads gave Moon her answer.
"If that's the case, then I declare this meeting adjourned." Moon said with a single clap.
All the teachers got out of their seats and left the Boardroom in droves, whether taking the time to converse with one another or in a silent hurry to their own classrooms. Marco stayed behind until the last staff member walked out of the room. He had just pushed himself away from the table and his legs barely straightened to get up before Moon stopped him.
"Marco. A word before you leave."
With a shrug, Marco pushed himself back towards the table, resting his forearms back on the table and folding his arms.
With a flick of her wrist, the Queen magically closed the door. Marco sat straight up, his muscles tensing and his fists clenched, prepared for whatever his Boss had in store for him. Even if they've known each other for a long time, when they're on school grounds, he knew it was all business between the both of them. Hence why he was always on guard whenever he had to be alone with her. Outside, he as well as she had always been more relaxed and casual and he could be as loose as he pleased without worrying about any of his jobs under her being jeopardized.
So it came as a slight shock to him when she got out of her seat and walked towards him. He rotated his chair to face her, placing his folded hands on his lap.
Moon took the nearest chair to Marco and sat down. Her posture was just as straight as Marco's. She folded her arms over her chest and rested one leg over the other. Judging by the sharpness in her expression, Marco wasn't expecting to hear anything good.
"Are you alright?"
"Huh?" Confusion lifted his face.
"You seem… off recently. Is there something you want to talk about?" Moon's watchful eyes scoured Marco's form.
Marco's body language loosened as he heaved a sigh out of his chest. He plopped an elbow on his chair's armrest.
"Plenty if I'll be honest. But nothing worth losing sleep over or needing therapy to resolve."
"Is it something between you and Hekapoo?"
The offhanded comment almost elicited a reaction out of the man, but he kept a stoic expression. He readjusted his arms and straightened his posture once more.
"No, we're fine. Our marriage is as rock solid as ever." There was a tinge of uncertainty in his tone but Moon didn't seem to notice.
"You know you can always talk to me if something happens between you two. Or if anything happens in general, really."
Marco gave a small, forced smile. "Of course. I'll keep that in mind. But may I ask why you're suddenly worried about my marriage?"
"Oh, no reason." Moon averted her gaze for a moment, scratching her Diamond-painted cheek before looking straight at Marco again. "I'm just expressing concern for a… good friend is all."
"Well, like I said. I have problems but they're small enough for me to handle on my own."
"Alright. I just want you to know I'm always here for you. Just as you've been for me, Star, our kingdom, and this school."
Moon leaned forward, laying a hand on Marco's shoulder to bolster her words. In Marco's experience, Moon had always been reserved with her feelings. Gestures of affection or even camaraderie have always been rare surprises, even to her own daughter. It accentuated how genuine they were with how scarcely they came up.
"Thank you, Moon. It means a lot to me." Marco laid his hand over hers, genuinely warmed by the gesture.
The two stood up from their seats, pushing their chairs in. Marco nearly stumbled backwards when Moon threw herself against him, wrapping her arms around his broad torso in a tight, needy embrace. She laid her cheek against his chest like it was her pillow. Her eyes were screwed shut as she immersed herself in his warmth. Though initially taken aback, Marco reciprocated, his arms slowly closing in on her until they completely covered her.
Marco couldn't even begin to ask Moon about the sudden action before the bell rang, immediately breaking them apart. The man was torn between wanting to talk to the Headmistress and getting to his class. Seeing the conflict wrinkling his expression, Moon smiled assuredly at the man.
"It's okay, just go. Your students could be waiting."
Marco held a worried glare on her for a second before obliging. He speedwalked to the door, quickly swinging it open, then let it close slowly on its own. Moon's sorrowful eyes followed Marco out of the room until the door shut, leaving her completely alone.
