Anonymous Sun 28 Jul 2024 00:59:25 No.67766530 Report

>>67766502
Hey writeanon ,can you write something with Inco x Principal Scaler or would that be too wierd for you?

Anonymous Sun 28 Jul 2024 01:15:58 No.67767039 Report

>>67766630

>I sit still and quiet as Scaler digs through the horde of papers in front of her. I feel a bit of guilt as she has to continually do this, me being the only human student being the cause of her massive pile of work. Something to do with extra funding, at the very least.
>I try to steal a glane. A tired and suspicious eyes pokes at me from under her auburn hair.
>"Unless you're offering a hand here don't bother." Now that's actually an idea.
>"I can help?" she sits back in her chair, grabs her cup and takes a big swig of her jet black caffeine.
>"You're not supposed to but if you're offering I'm taking."
>"Well it's that or sit here quietly until you have to fill in my questionnaire sheet." I shrug and peer over again. Her hand's planted firmly on the small stack.
>She stretches.
>"Alright. Don't tell anyone otherwise we're both in trouble." She starts to pick up a few sheets but pauses.
>"Bring your chair over, you have to cross-reference a few times." A clawed finger taps the sheets.
>I oblige and pick up the little cushioned chair, pulling next to her. It's a bit shorter than her office chair.
>I tuck in and take up a pen, going right into it. Mostly questions of shortform writing, asking how I'm getting along. Troubles I may be having and ways the schools adapting. Easy enough.
>I scratch away, having to glance over to Scaler's sheet a few times. I embarrassingly have to bend my head , her bust covering the very bottom when she's at the top of a sheet.
>I'm noticed. I go a bit red and do my absolute best to recover. A small chuckle erupts from my saurian principal.
>"Still got it, huh?" I focus entirely on not letting the blood vessels in my face turn it any redder than it already is.
>"S-Sorry just trying to see the bottom of the sheet."
>"Oh I'm just teasing. I know you wouldn't be interested in a leather bag like me."
cont.

Anonymous Sun 28 Jul 2024 01:25:05 No.67767301 Report

Quoted By: >>67767605 >>67767820

>>67767039

>I nervously chuckle and go right back to trying to work on my sheet. I notice Scaler looking at me sidelong for a bit longer than I thought apt.
>I finally finish my part, having filled in the answers directed at me pretty handily. Making sure to make the school sound nice. Wouldn't want to make a stir. I glance over to see Scaler rubbing her temples, leaning over the desk.
>"You okay?"
>"Just a bit of a headache. This whole business with the board breathing down my neck about funding issues and now this is really doing me in."
>"Anything I can do?" I gingerly offer.
>She snorts. "A back rub would be killer."
>I motion to stand. She squints at me as I pause a bit.
>"Uh I do this for my mom sometimes." She just pauses. I wait for some sort of confirmation. I don't really get one.
>She does turn her head away and I take that as my go-ahead.
>I walk behind her as she takes a pen back to the sheets. As I place my hands on her back I note how cool her scales are against my warm hands. I press my thumbs in and start to go to work.
>I start to get into the motion and work a bit deeper, putting heavier pressure until I feel I'm getting as deep as I need be. Have to use quite a bit of force. I check with cursory glances to make sure I'm not doing anything wrong.
>She just works along so I keep it up. Can't imagine how stressful her job is right now. I'm pretty glad to help and this answers my question about scales.
>I notice they pick up sometimes as I push against the grain. Neat. I keep going right along as I work on a particularly knotted muscle in her back.
>I work it and work it, finally getting it relaxed. I smile a bit and I absentmindedly bump into her bra. I'm suddenly reminded of what I'm doing and move back up. Center of back again and I work out from there.
cont.

Anonymous Sun 28 Jul 2024 01:34:01 No.67767605 Report

Quoted By: >>67767740 >>67767820

>>67767301
>I notice a quiet has found it's way in here. Nothing but breathing. I glance forward again to see Scaler's head hanging forward limply, pen down. Must've needed this. I feel a sense of accomplishment as I keep at it.
>Then a noise. It takes me a moment to even recognize what it was. Nothing I'd ever heard before, not at least in person. Scaler let out a quiet moan.
>I freeze, my hands still in the center of her back. I peek forward. Nothing from her yet. I flip-flop on whether to continue. Surely I'm the one being weird here. I just go along.
>I find myself up against the bottom again, ready to move up but Scaler budges.
>Her hand moves back and brushes passed mine. It unclips her bra. I swallow, hard. Stop being weird Inco. I swallow and push down a bit further. Scaler leans forward, almost laying on the desk.
>She's a mess back here. I pull my thoughts back into my own head and really get to work. More forcefully I push in and go for a full back massage, now.
>The work is difficult. Not for the labor or the skill but the fact that principal Scaler keeps letting out little moaning huffs. I grasp my focus fully and drone out the outside noises, only letting the gentle rhythm of the act occupy my headspace.
>And I finish up. My hands a bit sore from the pressure but I really think I did a good job here. I get a deep breath of agreement as Scaler stretches, her arms shooting up and her leaning back a bit.
>"Holy shit Inco you looking to be a processional masseuse?" I'm taken a bit aback at her nonchalant swearing but I guess she's really relaxed now.
>"No it's just something I'm good at I suppose." I shrug.
>Scaler grabs at the papers, looking over them.
>"Well that's pretty much it. You're free to go. Thanks for all this, Inco. Let me know if there's anything I can help you with." her voice is lighter and there's noticeably less sighs tailending her speech.
cont one more.

Anonymous Sun 28 Jul 2024 01:38:18 No.67767740 Report

Quoted By: >>67767820 >>67767920

>>67767605
>I walk to the front of the desk turning back to look at her before I exit. Two somethings poke my eyes.
>I panic and look away. "Uh Principal Scaler?"
>"Yes?"
>"Your uh... your bra?"
>I hear movement as I stare at the left wall.
>"...thanks." I chance a glance back to see she's blushing just as much as I am.
>"Sorry for you having to see that." she's morose.
>"I- I uh...?" I stammer before going for the door.
>The last thing I see on her face before I storm out is a wild blush with questioning eyes.
>I stand outside the office for a second, gathering myself. My vision still having the image seared into it. The door clicks behind me. I can't move.
>It creeps open and Scaler pokes a snout through.
>A whisper, barely above a breath is sent right into my ear.
>"If you don't mind. I don't mind." the door slowly clicks behind me as I stare ahead, heart racing.
>I very much do not mind.

Fin, hags r fun

>>67766538
Next. Hydration break first.