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In Delphox Delilah's class, students learn to use magical spells in present day and historical applications. Owen and Karla, a budding Vaporeon and Nidoqueen couple, quickly learn that skipping ahead a few chapters isn't always a good way to get ahead when one such spell is used by accident.
Way back when myself and
Mannoth decided to indulge in some fairly ridiculous ideas we've been batting around lately. Thus, this collaboration of a story came to be! Ages ago I got some silly pictures to go with it by the amazing 
eos9 so... here!
Afterhours Absorption
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Afterhours Absorption
By: Mannoth and RaddaRaem
The timbre of the clock’s large hand perked Delilah’s ears. An hour between classes had passed well before she had realized it, so busy was her wrist forging a furious path across papers graded and ungraded. Every interstice or so it would drop the pen, tip practically sizzling, and gently stroke the cheek of her beloved Raichu. Wrist gone flat, the Delphox tucked her chin against her chest to nuzzle and brush her thick fingers against her tutting TA. Giggling, she could feel her padded palm and puffed out cheeks glow with the sparks that ensued thereafter. “Sorry we can’t snuggle in earnest, Richie,” came her rich lilt. “Post- Ability exams is a rough time to get together. I appreciate you being here while I clean up, though!”
“Like I had a choice,” the Raichu smirked as a thick pair of lips pressed against his cheeks.
“Not even a token tut of resistance escaped those,” Delilah grunted when she locked lips and macked on him in earnest, “Warm. Sumptuous. Smoochable.” In between breaths she smothered her shychu with bussing sessions inescapable. “Leathery lips. Right, Richie?” Her free hand continued to flick through papers uninterrupted. Her warm crimson eyes flit across the the chickenscratch between the lines. The written portion of Ability exams never were terribly popular but they proved a necessity in her eyes. It was imperative one be familiar with the nuances of not only one’s own ability but many others as well. An instant was all it took for her to decipher what letter grade deserved to be branded upon its surface. Flirting aside, the plump professor certainly wasn’t one to let her duties to her students falter.
Richie’s only initial reaction consisted of the spreading of warmth across the ridge of his muzzle as his own pair of smoochers pressed shyly into hers, trying to reciprocate the same level of passion and failing quite stupendously. “Y-yeah,” he managed between them. His eyes flitted to the piles of papers she dutifully continued refining as she teased and flirted--damn, she was a pro at this, just effortlessly multitasking while he struggled to so much as keep up!
Brows arched, Delilah curled her meaty hands round a bundle of papers and tapped them beside her bosom buddy. “Would you mind knocking some of these out while I deal with our guests?”
Richie started. “What guests?” A rapping at the door answered the Electric-Type’s question no sooner than it was voiced. He mrrmmfed as he was tapped down into between the forest of fluff that tapered down between his lover’s bosom. “Future Sight is never going to stop being weird.”
“You’re going to keep saying that until you start using it yourself,” Delilah sang, gently pressing down on her little mouse’s head until his tiny body all but disappeared into the fluffy chasm between her immense chest. “Now just sit tight until I say so, alright? This shouldn’t be long.”
`
A muffled “Mhmm” served as affirmation.
Shifting in place, her bountiful behind spilling well over the sides of her rotating chair, Delilah cleared her throat. “Come in, come in! How can I help you, Mr. Owen? It isn’t often that someone takes advantage of my office hours on a Friday afternoon.” Lips curled up into a subtle, almost assured grin, she eagerly eyed the husky Vaporeon that shyly sidled into her office.
-, NEXT, LAST
Way back when myself and
Mannoth decided to indulge in some fairly ridiculous ideas we've been batting around lately. Thus, this collaboration of a story came to be! Ages ago I got some silly pictures to go with it by the amazing 
eos9 so... here!Afterhours Absorption
-, NEXT, LAST
Afterhours Absorption
By: Mannoth and RaddaRaem
The timbre of the clock’s large hand perked Delilah’s ears. An hour between classes had passed well before she had realized it, so busy was her wrist forging a furious path across papers graded and ungraded. Every interstice or so it would drop the pen, tip practically sizzling, and gently stroke the cheek of her beloved Raichu. Wrist gone flat, the Delphox tucked her chin against her chest to nuzzle and brush her thick fingers against her tutting TA. Giggling, she could feel her padded palm and puffed out cheeks glow with the sparks that ensued thereafter. “Sorry we can’t snuggle in earnest, Richie,” came her rich lilt. “Post- Ability exams is a rough time to get together. I appreciate you being here while I clean up, though!”
“Like I had a choice,” the Raichu smirked as a thick pair of lips pressed against his cheeks.
“Not even a token tut of resistance escaped those,” Delilah grunted when she locked lips and macked on him in earnest, “Warm. Sumptuous. Smoochable.” In between breaths she smothered her shychu with bussing sessions inescapable. “Leathery lips. Right, Richie?” Her free hand continued to flick through papers uninterrupted. Her warm crimson eyes flit across the the chickenscratch between the lines. The written portion of Ability exams never were terribly popular but they proved a necessity in her eyes. It was imperative one be familiar with the nuances of not only one’s own ability but many others as well. An instant was all it took for her to decipher what letter grade deserved to be branded upon its surface. Flirting aside, the plump professor certainly wasn’t one to let her duties to her students falter.
Richie’s only initial reaction consisted of the spreading of warmth across the ridge of his muzzle as his own pair of smoochers pressed shyly into hers, trying to reciprocate the same level of passion and failing quite stupendously. “Y-yeah,” he managed between them. His eyes flitted to the piles of papers she dutifully continued refining as she teased and flirted--damn, she was a pro at this, just effortlessly multitasking while he struggled to so much as keep up!
Brows arched, Delilah curled her meaty hands round a bundle of papers and tapped them beside her bosom buddy. “Would you mind knocking some of these out while I deal with our guests?”
Richie started. “What guests?” A rapping at the door answered the Electric-Type’s question no sooner than it was voiced. He mrrmmfed as he was tapped down into between the forest of fluff that tapered down between his lover’s bosom. “Future Sight is never going to stop being weird.”
“You’re going to keep saying that until you start using it yourself,” Delilah sang, gently pressing down on her little mouse’s head until his tiny body all but disappeared into the fluffy chasm between her immense chest. “Now just sit tight until I say so, alright? This shouldn’t be long.”
`
A muffled “Mhmm” served as affirmation.
Shifting in place, her bountiful behind spilling well over the sides of her rotating chair, Delilah cleared her throat. “Come in, come in! How can I help you, Mr. Owen? It isn’t often that someone takes advantage of my office hours on a Friday afternoon.” Lips curled up into a subtle, almost assured grin, she eagerly eyed the husky Vaporeon that shyly sidled into her office.
-, NEXT, LAST
Category All / Transformation
Species Pokemon
Size 1066 x 1280px
File Size 158.9 kB
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