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The Love of Ladies Behind Locked Doors.	By : Menydragon5 Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You can't be serious, Mrs. Dell," Carla exclaimed, her voice echoing in the empty hallway as she stared at the detention slip in disbelief. "How can I be in the same school, let alone the same room, with that... that... cartoon?"

Mrs. Dell, the stern but fair principal, folded her arms over her chest. "Miss Santini, I expect you to show respect to all staff members, including Miss Heather. You're in detention by your own actions, and she's been instructed to keep an eye on you."

Carla rolled her eyes, the dramatic flounce of her hair emphasizing the gesture. "Fine. But if she tries anything funny, I'm not responsible for what happens." She stormed off, her hips swaying in protest with every step, leaving a trail of her signature vanilla perfume in her wake.

The classroom was already empty when Carla arrived, save for the peculiar sight of Heather, the school's one and only toon teacher, sitting at the desk. She was a living cartoon, with peach ink skin and auburn hair that bounced with every movement. Her eyes twinkled with an unnerving level of expressiveness, and her full pink lips curled into a knowing smile as Carla slammed the door behind her.

"M...Ms Heather." Carla stuttered, trying to compose herself. "So you and I huh?"

"Well, Carla," Heather began, her voice as bubbly and cheery as a spring morning, "it seems we're going to be spending some quality time together." Her eyes took on a mischievous glint, and she leaned back in her chair, causing it to wobble precariously on two legs. "Now, let's talk about why you're here. You know the rules."

"Oh, please," Carla scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Lola just couldn't handle the truth, and she had to go and get me in trouble again."

Heather's smile remained fixed, but her eyes narrowed into blue slits. "And what truth is that, pray tell?"

"That she's a talentless hack who only got the part because she kissed up to the director," Carla spat, her voice dripping with contempt.

"Ah, yes," Heather said, her tone even. "The age-old tale of jealousy and spite. Tell me, Carla, does it ever get you what you want?"

Carla crossed her arms, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her shirt. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just want what's rightfully mine."

Heather's chair dropped to all four legs with a thud. She leaned forward, her eyes popping out of their sockets like they often did when she was surprised. "And what is that, exactly?"

"Eliza!" Carla shouted, her fists clenching. "I should be playing Eliza in that ridiculous play!"

"But Lola was chosen, wasn't she?" Heather asked, her voice a gentle probe. "Maybe it's time to accept that and move on."

"Accept it?" Carla's voice grew louder. "I'll never accept it! She's a nobody, a toon-loving nobody!"

Heather's eyes turned into hearts as she spoke softly. "Is that really what this is about, Carla? Or are you just upset that you weren't chosen?"

"I don't care about the play," Carla lied, her voice cracking. "I just hate her. She always has to win, always has to be the center of attention."

Heather's eyes returned to their normal shape, a hint of sadness in their depths. "You know, Carla," she began, "sometimes the most important things in life aren't about winning or losing. Sometimes it's about learning to get along with others."

"I don't need to get along with her," Carla huffed. "I just need to show her who's boss."

Heather leaned back in her chair, her hair bobbing back into place. "Well, then," she said with a sigh, "you're going to have to find a way to do that without getting detention."

The room was filled with the tension of unspoken words and the scent of vanilla as Carla and Heather sat across from each other. Heather's gaze remained steadfast, her cartoonish features betraying no emotion as she listened to Carla's tirade. "But why?" Heather finally asked, her voice as gentle as a whisper.

Carla's eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushing with anger. "Why what?" she snapped.

"Why do you hate toons so much?" Heather leaned forward, her breasts jiggling slightly with the motion. "Is it because you're afraid of what you might feel?"

Carla's jaw dropped, and she took a step back. "What are you talking about?"

"You know," Heather said, her eyes now a fiery red, "the way your heart races when you're around me. The way you can't stop looking at my body."

"That's not true!" Carla protested, but her voice was shaky, and her eyes kept darting down to Heather's ample chest.

"Oh, but it is," Heather purred, standing up and walking around the desk. "Your human body can't help but be drawn to the exaggerated beauty of a toon. And I know you want me, Carla."

"I do not," Carla said, but her voice was barely a murmur as Heather approached.

"Then why do you keep insulting us?" Heather's voice was a seductive purr. "Is it because you're afraid of your own desires?"

"I'm not..." Carla began, but she couldn't finish the sentence. She was too busy staring at Heather's pouting pink lips.

Heather took another step closer, and Carla could feel the heat radiating from her toon body. "You don't have to be afraid, Carla," she whispered. "We can explore this together."

Carla's eyes went wide, and she took a deep breath. "What are you saying?"

Heather leaned in, her breath hot against Carla's ear. "I'm saying that I want you," she murmured. "I want to show you what it's like to be with a toon. To feel the rush of toon lust."

Carla's breath hitched, and she felt a strange warmth spreading through her body. "But we can't," she said weakly. "It's against the rules."

Heather's eyes turned back to their normal shape, a mischievous glint in them. "Rules are meant to be broken, darling," she said, her hand reaching up to caress Carla's cheek. "And I think you'll find that being with a toon is a lot more fun than you ever imagined."

Their faces were inches apart, and Carla could feel the electricity in the air. "But what if I hate it?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Then we'll stop," Heather whispered. "But I have a feeling you won't."

Carla's eyes searched Heather's, looking for any sign of deception. But all she saw was the same earnestness she'd seen in the toon's gaze when she'd offered her friendship. And deep down, she knew that she wanted this. She wanted to know what it felt like to be with someone who didn't conform to the norms of the human world. Someone who could make her feel things she'd never felt before.

With a shaky nod, Carla leaned in, her full lips meeting Heather's in a kiss that was both soft and demanding. The room around them seemed to melt away, and all she could focus on was the feel of Heather's body against hers, the taste of her mouth, and the way her heart was racing like it was about to burst out of her chest.

Their kiss grew more intense, Heather's hand sliding down to grip Carla's waist, pulling her closer. Carla's hands roamed up to Heather's shoulders, then down to her chest, feeling the softness of her toon skin. Her thumbs brushed against Heather's nipples, which had become hard peaks under the fabric of her shirt.

Their kiss broke, and Carla looked up at Heather with wide eyes, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "I didn't know..." she breathed.

Heather winked, the light bulb above her head flickering into existence. "Oh, darling, we're just getting started." With a wiggle of her hips, she transformed into a mini tornado of toon energy, her clothes changing in a whirlwind to reveal a sexy blue toon dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. She pirouetted dramatically before landing gracefully on the teacher's desk, her legs crossed and her skirt riding up to show a tantalizing glimpse of her teal toon panties.

"Baby, aren't I good to you?" Heather began to sing, her voice a sultry serenade that filled the room and made Carla's knees wobble. The tune was familiar, a classic love song that had been given a toonish twist. She watched in awe as Heather's body swayed with the rhythm, her breasts bouncing gently with every beat.

"You treat me so nice, you're always so kind," Heather crooned, her eyes never leaving Carla's. "You know that I'd do anything for you, darling."

Carla felt a heat building in her core, a yearning she'd never experienced before. She stepped closer to the desk, her body moving of its own accord. "I never knew," she murmured, "that a toon could be so..."

"Irresistible?" Heather supplied, her smile growing wider. "It's all part of our charm, sweetheart."

The dress clung to her like it was painted on, accentuating her voluptuous figure. The way her hips rocked to the music was mesmerizing, and Carla found it hard to tear her gaze away. She reached out a trembling hand and placed it on Heather's knee.

"You're not just a toon," Carla said, her voice thick with desire. "You're... you're a goddess."

Heather leaned back, her breasts straining against the fabric of her dress. "Why, thank you," she said, her voice dripping with flirtation. "And what would you like this goddess to do for you?"

Carla's heart raced as she slid her hand up Heather's thigh. "Everything," she whispered, her eyes locked on the toon's.

Heather's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she leaned in, her breath warm against Carla's ear. "Everything, you say?"

Carla nodded, her pulse pounding in her neck. "Everything."

Heather's hand reached out and cupped Carla's chin, tilting her face up. "Then let's make this detention unforgettable," she murmured before capturing her lips once more.

The kiss grew more urgent as Heather's hand slid down Carla's back, her fingers curling into the fabric of her skirt. Carla felt herself being lifted onto the desk, the cold wood a stark contrast to the heat of Heather's body. The toon's kisses trailed down her neck, sending shivers through her.

"Do you feel it now?" Heather whispered, her breath hot against Carla's skin. "My toon lust for you? It's like nothing you've ever felt before."

Carla moaned, unable to form coherent words. Her hands were tangled in Heather's hair, pulling her closer. "Yeah," she managed to gasp out. "I feel it."

Heather's teeth grazed her collarbone, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. "And you want more, don't you?"

Carla nodded, her eyes glazed with passion. "Yes," she breathed. "More."

With a grin that could only be described as predatory, Heather began to unbutton Carla's shirt, her eyes never leaving hers. "Then let's not waste any more time," she said, her voice a seductive purr.

The fabric fell away, revealing Carla's lacy bra. Heather's eyes went wide, and she let out a gasp of appreciation. "You're so beautiful," she murmured before leaning in to kiss her again.

"Heather," Carla moaned, "you make me feel so..."

"Good," Heather supplied, her voice a sultry whisper. "That's how it's supposed to feel."

Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them growing with every passing moment. Heather's nimble toon fingers worked on the clasp of Carla's bra, and with a flick, it was undone. The garment fell away, and Heather's eyes turned into giant hearts as she took in the sight of Carla's bare breasts. Her jaw hit the floor, and actual hearts began to circle around above her head.

"Oh, baby," Heather breathed, her eyes snapping back to their normal shape. "You're a work of art."

Carla blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement as Heather's gaze raked over her. She reached up and cupped Heather's face, pulling her in for a deeper kiss. Her own hands began to explore, sliding over the toon's smooth skin, feeling the heat and the slight give of her cartoonishly perfect body.

"I want to see all of you," Heather murmured, her breath hot against Carla's skin.

Carla nodded, her body responding to the toon's touch as if it were an instinct. She stood up, allowing Heather to pull her skirt down and her panties off. Heather's eyes turned into hearts once more as she took in the sight of Carla's naked body.

"Wow," Heather whispered, her voice filled with awe. "You're more stunning than any human I've ever seen."

The compliment sent a thrill through Carla, and she felt herself blushing even more. "You're not so bad yourself," she managed to say, her eyes lingering on Heather's bouncy breasts and the way her dress clung to her curves.

Heather giggled, her laughter like tinkling bells. "Let me show you just how good I can make you feel," she said, her voice a promise.

With surprising grace, Heather slid off the desk and onto the floor. She knelt in front of Carla, her eyes on the same level with the human's sex. "I've always wondered," she began, her voice filled with curiosity.

"What?" Carla asked, her voice trembling.

"What a human tastes like," Heather said, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Before Carla could respond, Heather leaned in, her mouth closing over Carla's clit. Carla's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a strangled cry of pleasure. Heather's tongue danced over her, exploring every inch of her folds with the enthusiasm of a cartoon character discovering a new playground.

"Oh god," Carla moaned, her hands tangling in Heather's hair. "That feels... that feels amazing."

Heather's eyes looked up at Carla, filled with love and lust. "I'm so glad," she murmured before returning to her task with renewed vigor.

The classroom was filled with the sounds of their passionate encounter: Heather's enthusiastic slurps and Carla's desperate gasps. The air was thick with the scent of desire, and the only light came from the setting sun filtering through the dusty blinds. It was a scene that was as unreal as it was erotic.

Carla felt herself building towards something she hadn't felt in a long time. Something intense and all-consuming. She could feel her legs shaking, and she knew she was close. "Heather," she panted, "I'm going to... to..."

Heather looked up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come for me, baby," she encouraged, her voice a breathy whisper. "Let me taste your sweetness."

And with that, Carla's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as Heather's tongue continued to work its magic. Hearts and stars filled her vision, and she knew that she would never be the same again.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Heather stood up, her eyes returning to their normal shape. "You taste so good," she said, her voice a seductive promise.

Carla's knees buckled as Heather's tongue danced around her clit, and she leaned heavily against the desk for support. "Oh, Heather," she gasped, "I've never felt anything like this."

Heather pulled back, her tongue glistening with Carla's juices. "You like that, don't you?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"Yes," Carla moaned, unable to form coherent words.

"Then it's time to return the favor," Heather said, her voice a seductive whisper. She climbed onto the desk, her legs spread wide, revealing her tight teal toon panties. "Take these off," she instructed, her eyes never leaving Carla's.

With trembling hands, Carla obeyed, sliding the panties down Heather's legs. Heather's toon pussy was a feast of pinks and purples, glistening with anticipation. Carla leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness that she'd only ever imagined.

"Mmm," she murmured, her eyes closing in pleasure. "You're so delicious."

Heather's hips bucked at the contact, and she let out a little squeal. "Carla, yes," she moaned, her eyes popping out of her head. "That's it, baby, just like that."

Their conversation was punctuated by Heather's gasps and moans as Carla's tongue explored her toon pussy. Carla felt a strange sense of power, a newfound understanding of what it meant to give pleasure. She licked and sucked, her tongue sliding in and out of Heather's tight hole with ease.

"You're a natural," Heather panted, her hand on the back of Carla's head, urging her deeper. "I knew you had it in you."

Carla felt Heather's toon pussy clench around her tongue, and she knew she was close. She redoubled her efforts, her tongue moving faster and harder, until Heather's body was writhing on the desk.

"I'm going to come," Heather warned, her voice high and breathless. "I'm going to come so hard."

And with that, Heather's body tensed, and she let out a scream that echoed through the empty hallways. Her pussy spasmed around Carla's tongue, and a burst of toon confetti shot out, showering them both in a rainbow of glitter.

"Oh my god," Heather panted, her eyes rolling back in her head. "That was... that was incredible."

Carla pulled back, a proud smirk on her face. "Told you I had it in me," she said, wiping a smear of confetti from her cheek.

"You certainly did," Heather said, her voice still shaky with the aftermath of her orgasm. She reached out and pulled Carla into a tight embrace, her breasts pressing against her. "And now, it's time for you to experience the full force of toon lust."

Their bodies melded together, skin on skin, as they kissed deeply. Carla could feel Heather's heart racing, and she knew that she was feeling the same. This was a world she never knew existed, a world where the lines between fantasy and reality blurred. And she was falling hard.

"I want all of you," Carla whispered, her hands sliding up Heather's body to cup her breasts.

"Then you shall have me," Heather replied, her voice a throaty purr. With a flourish, she whipped off her dress, the fabric making a dramatic whooshing sound as it sliced through the air. Her big C-cup breasts bounced with a bouncing sound that seemed to echo through the classroom, and Carla couldn't help but stare. The sight of Heather's bare skin was like a punch to the gut, sending a wave of desire coursing through her veins.

Heather stepped closer to the desk, her naked body a testament to the power of toon physics. Her breasts were full and round, with nipples that looked like cherries ready to be plucked. "Lay down," she instructed, her eyes never leaving Carla's.

Carla complied, her heart hammering in her chest as she lay back on the cool surface of the desk. She watched as Heather climbed on top of her, her legs straddling her hips. The sensation of Heather's toon pussy grinding against her own was unlike anything she had ever felt before. The cartoonish softness of the toon's body was a stark contrast to the firmness of her own, and she found herself melting into the sensation.

"Do you like that, baby?" Heather asked, her eyes half-lidded with lust.

"Yes," Carla gasped, her hips bucking up to meet Heather's. "It feels... it feels like nothing I've ever felt."

"Good," Heather murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Because it's not like anything you've ever felt before."

Their kisses grew more frantic as they ground against each other, the desk beneath them creaking with the force of their passion. Heather's breasts bounced in time with their movements, the nipples grazing Carla's chest, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

"You're so wet," Carla gasped, breaking the kiss to stare into Heather's eyes. "It's like you're made of pure lust."

"Mmm, that's because I am," Heather said, her voice thick with desire. "Now, hold on tight, because I'm about to show you what real toon power feels like."

And with that, Heather began to grind harder against Carla, her eyes changing to fives, then fours, as the numbers counted down in a dizzying array of colors. Each change was accompanied by a pulse of energy that seemed to shoot through Carla's body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh, fuck, Heather," Carla moaned, her hands clutching at the toon's hips. "I'm gonna cum again."

"Not yet," Heather said, her voice strained. "Hold it in, baby. I want us to come together."

The numbers in her eyes grew smaller, counting down from three to two, then one, until finally, they were zeros. Carla could feel the tension building in her body, her orgasm coiling tighter and tighter, threatening to burst forth.

"Now," Heather whispered, her eyes on fire with passion. "Now, let go."

And as the zeros in Heather's eyes blazed, they both came, their bodies writhing together in a symphony of pleasure. Carla's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the warmth of Heather's toon cum flood over her, mixing with her own. The room spun, and she could hear the sound of their moans bouncing off the walls, echoing through the empty school.

"That was..." Carla panted, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of what they'd just shared.

"Indescribable," Heather finished for her, collapsing onto her chest.

They lay there for a moment, their hearts racing in sync, their breaths mingling in the still air. The only sound was the distant ticking of the classroom clock and the occasional dribble of cum from one of them onto the desk below.

"I never knew it could be like this," Carla murmured, her voice filled with wonder.

"Welcome to the world of toon lust," Heather said with a contented sigh. "It's a wild ride, but I think you're going to enjoy it."

Slowly, they began to move again, their kisses turning gentle and exploratory. Carla's hands traced the curves of Heather's body, feeling the way her skin bounced back into place with a satisfying plink.

"Your body is so strange," Carla said, her voice filled with awe. "But I love it."

Heather chuckled, the sound like the tinkle of wind chimes. "Strange is good," she said, her eyes shifting to hearts again. "It keeps things interesting."

They continued to kiss, their bodies still entwined, as the last of the sun's rays painted the room in a warm glow. The world outside had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the connection between them.

"You know," Carla said, her voice a whisper, "I think I'm starting to see why people love toons so much."

Heather grinned, her teeth impossibly white. "It's not just because of the confetti," she said, her eyes sparkling. "It's because we know how to make your dreams come true."

And with that, they settled into a slow, sensual rhythm, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time itself. The world outside the classroom faded away, and all that remained was the sweet embrace of passion and the promise of endless possibilities.
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