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Highly Inappropriate	By : Susiebeeca Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 6639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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EDIT: There seems to be a bug in the system that's been eating random letters in this story. Sorry about that. I've gove through it a few times to try and fix it.
When the student is ready, the teacher appears.
~Buddhist proverb

Kamek stormed through the underground hallways, seething. This year had just gone
from bad to worse. He had stepped down as head magikoopa for the sake of his mental health
and ulcers, and he had imagined a relatively peaceful life amusing himself in his laboratories, and
maybe on occasion teaching classes for the younger ones. All he would have to do was spend a
year or two apprenticing the new head magikoopa, and he would be off the hook.
"And of course I had to let Bowser pick my apprentice," he muttered to himself as he rounded a corner. "Unschooled, unknown, unteachable backwoods koopa--and a woman, no less! How do I get myself into these things?"
A solitaty Boo floated by his shoulder, and Kamek flinched. He felt naked without his
wand; years perched on a broom or caring for children hadn't left him with a lot of muscle, and
he truly loathed this feeling of vulnerability. "Lousy uppity girl," he hissed, leaning against the
wall, "I'll teach her to steal my belongings."
Apparently this Kammy wasn't used to being spoken to so condescendingly, and had
taken great offense to the way Kamek corrected her spelling mistakes; the day after a particularly
pithy exchange, Kammy had strolled in late with a wide grin on her face as Kamek was crawling
on all fours, feeling around under the tables.
She walked up behind him noiselessly, and said right in his ear : "Looking for
something, sir?"
He jumped and banged his head on the underside of the table, scattering the pencils on top. Kamek emerged, rubbing the back of his head and and scowling. "Yes. Why do you ask?"
"Is it your wand, by any chance?"
His foggy eyes brightened. "Why yes! How did you know?"
"Because I've hidden it," she said smugly, and folded her arms. "And I'm not going to
give it back until you apologize for the way you spoke to me yesterday."

That had been an hour ago, and after a lot of shouting and stomping about and a few
antacids Kamek had reigned his temper in enough to go looking for it. Knowing that Kammy was
in the lab catching up on her studies (or so he'd ordered her), he'd decided to start with her dorm
room. He had brought a skeleton key with him, but found the door unlocked.
Kamek stepped inside. "That must mean she's returning soon. Hm. Well, it's not a big
room to begin with--this shouldn't take too long."
He kicked the dirty laundry on the floor--"Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy"--and rustled her bedclothes.
It wasn't in her dresser, and the only things in her bedside table were a log book and a few
pencils. As he was turning to leave, a glint of something in the shadowy dust caught his eye.
"Aha!" He crouched and pulled his wand out from under her cot, chuckling. "Thought
she could outsmart the great Kamek, did she? That girl has another think com--"
The sound of fast-approaching footsteps ended his sentence with a squeak. Kamek
recognized the clopping sound of Kammy's shoes, and he frantically started putting together
excuses in his head. For a man of his position to be caught in a female student's bedroom--well,
it was unheard of. When the doorknob creaked to the side, the few plausible stories he'd thought
up turned to dust in his head, and in a panic he swirled his wand around his head, cloaking
himself in invisibility.
Not a second too soon; the door opened and Kammy nearly tripped over her teacher as
she made her way to the bed. Kamek skittered aside as quietly as he could, and perched on the
stool beside her writing-desk.
Okay, that wasn't my brightest moment, he thought. But it looks like she's just retrieving something, and she should be off soon.
Kammy pulled her log out of awerawer and spent a few minutes looking through her past entries; she swore, scribbled something out, then put the log back. After kicking a few shirts off the floor and into her laundry hamper, she undid the clasp at her throat and hung her outer cloak on a hook on the back of the door. At this, Kamek's heart sunk--she looked like she was settling in.
Then she took her hat off and lay down on her cot with her paws behind her head, staring in a daydream at the ceiling. Kamek shifted as noiselessly as he could. After a few long minutes, Kammy put a paw to her face and took off her glasses, resting them on the bedside table and her paw on her chest. She scratched idly, and then rubbed her palm over her breast, which was more or less concealed by her robes. Kamek's eyes bugged as she traced the curve, and pinched her nipple gently.
A hot prickling sweat began building up against his scales as her paw started wandering
lower. This is highly inappropriate, he thought, swallowing heavily. I could never look her in the eye again if I saw--what I think I'm about to see. His eyes darted around the room. There was no way he could get the door open without her noticing, but the window above her dresser looked promising. While his apprentice was still decent, Kamek quietly inched towards the dresser and levitated himself high enough so he could scrabble on top.
From a closer vantage, he realized that the panes were bolted shut; years of dust was
rubbed into grime around the corners. A few spells flitted through his mind, but he couldn't think
of one that didn't involve noise or bursts of light. Kamek sat cross-legged and rested his chin in
his fists, frowning nervously.
A light rustle from below made him look down, bird's-eye, at Kammy on the bed; she'd pulled her robes up to her waist, and the leggings she wore underneath were sheer enough that Kamek could tell her underwear had little polka dots.
No, they're stars, not dots, he corrected himself when she started rolling her leggings off. He shook himself, face on fire, and quickly turned his back to her. Not appropriate, not appropriate... he drummed into his head.
He could hear the leggings fall to the floor, and a hitch in Kammy's breath; then, nothing. Kamek chewed on his lip for a second or two before letting his curiosity get the better of him, and he glanced over his shoulder.
Immediately his paw clapped against the side of the dresser to keep from falling off. All
of her--he'd seen all of her. Against all sense of the propriety he prided himself in, Kamek
quickly wiped his glasses clean and leaned forward on his stomach to get a better view. Her
underwear was at her knees, and--dear god--Kammy was running her fingertips over herself
like it was the first time. Her eyes were closed, a blissful smile starting to spread across her
beak.
Kamek's mouth suddenly felt quite dry. He was holding the edge of the dresser in a
death-grip, his paws getting very sweaty against the painted wood. Seeing lying on his belly
was getting increasingly uncomfortable, Kamek crouched instead, keeping his hands firmly on
his knees to keep them from wandering. This is so wrong, so wrong, he kept thinking, his insides squirming. I should look away. I really should. He took his hat off. Maybe now she won't notice if I slip out the door...?
Breathing heavily, he clutched his wand against his chest and lowered himself to the
floor, inadvertently landing a foot and a half from Kammy's bedside. She stopped suddenly and
sat up. Feeling slimy little fingers of cold jab him in the gut, Kamek gripped his wand tightly and
prepared to run like the wind. But Kammy paid no notice of him, instead swinging her legs over
the side of the bed so she could sit upright. She pulled her underwear over her ankles and tossed
them aside--they ended up falling against Kamek's foot--and then stood, tugging the last of her
robes over her head. Sitting back on the bed, she undid the clasp holding her brassiere together
and lay back, completely stark naked.
Kamek nearly groaned out loud. Those small, plump breasts were begging to be touched, caressed, bitten...he wiped his mouth with the back of his paw. Her platinum hair was spilled out across the pillow, and good lord if he couldn't tell she wasn't a natural blonde! As she parted herself again, sinking her fingertips inside her body, Kamek inched closer to the bed until the comforter was close enough to touch.
He was so close that he could smell her, the perfume she put on in the morning, her
perspiration, the heady musk of her arousal. A violent shudder racked down his body, and Kamek
clutched the bedspread, just a few inches from her thigh. He'd dropped his wand somewhere, but
that was small and fuzzy at the back of his mind right now, because Kammy's fingers were
playing circles over her petal-like skin and she was whimpering. An ache was settling at the base
of his spine, and to his embarrassment he felt the tented peak in his leggings moisten at the tip. It had been a long time since he'd touched a woman. Kammy keened, and the ache in Kamek's
loins started to thrum. A long time, indeed.
It's just the pheromones, you don't have to give in to them, he chided himself, without
looking away. You're stronger than tha....oh, my! He watched, fascinated, as her nipples
tightened to points, and a flush covered her face and breasts. Her free claw was tugging fiercely
at the sheets, and the other was sliding with new wetness up and down and inside and out. He'd
never seen her so wanton. Kammy's head flopped from side to side and her moans became
louder, punctuated with little whimpers; Kamek could barely stand it, his limbs itching and
burning--so many years--and when she hissed "Oh, please!" something snapped in him, and
with a strange primal growl he lunged at her.
Kammy shrieked at the feeling of a ghostly set of hands on her legs, holding them apart.
Through myopic eyes she tried to see what was happening, but everything was blurs of brown
and orange. Gasping, she started to scream when something very hot and liquid rushed across her
swollen folds, and her body bucked reflexively into the invisible mouth. It suckled on her,
washing its tongue back and forth, and helplessly Kammy rode along with it, her panic and
craving twisting together inside her.
Now Kamek was moaning throatily. Her sweet thighs were brushing his cheeks, and he
could taste her way down deep, his mouth full of her slippery warm softness. She tasted divine,
hot tart salt slipping across his face and paws. Had he not felt more pressing matters, he could
have stayed down there forever; but instead he hiked up his robes and pushed forward.
When the warmth broke off her vulva, Kammy let slip a little disappointed noise, which
she quickly swallowed; the strange warm paws crawled up the bed, and she felt their bodies lock
together and a sharp beak clamp on the crook of her neck. Kammy grabbed at the shoulders she
couldn't see and pressed rough against the body, half fighting, half god-knows-what, the added
thrusts inside her sparking a long, screaming climax that left grooves in her partner's shoulders.
He came too, she felt it, and they collapsed in a heap, their arms flopped around the other.
There were a few lovely moments in which neither moved, except for their heaving
chests. Unfortunately for Kamek, his apprentice's recovery time was shorter and he was soon
being pummelled, fist, foot, and beak.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU PERVERT?" Kammy hollered.
She had her glasses on, but that didn't help much against an invisible man. Kamek desperately
fumbled with his leggings, tripping over his robes and he tried to dodge her punches. "Don't
think I can't kill you just cause I can't see you!" Kammy jumped off the bed and tackled Kamek
to the ground, where he let out a yelp as the wind knocked out of him.
They wrestled for a few seconds before Kammy pinned him belly-down; still glistening
and naked, she sat down hard on the small of his back and swept her arms through the air til one
of them came in contact with a foot. She wrapped both paws around his ankle and pulled back
sharply.
Kamek squawked in pain. "Mercy! Have mercy!!"
She relented, but didn't let go of his foot. "Well. I. Never. Kamek? Is that you?"
He spluttered. "I didn't--it wasn't for--" It was true, his life was flashing before his eyes.
"I just came in for--I didn't think I'd see--"
He squalled as she yanked his leg back again. "How long you been here?" she barked.
"Since before you came in," Kamek said meekly.
Kammy got up and snatched her robes off the floor. "Well why didn't stop me, you dirty
bastard?"
Still invisible, Kamek started inching towards the door. "I...I just wanted my wand," he
said in a pathetic little voice.
"Oh, take it," she spat, throwing it at him. It bobbed in the air, and she assumed he'd
caught it. He waited for her to get her under-robe on before unlatching the door.
He was almost free when Kammy called his name, and he winced into his shoulders. "Y-yes?" Kamek said, closing the door again.
Kammy crossed her arms. "So that's your style, love 'em and leave 'em? I would have
thought better of you, Kamek."
He gulped. "Ah. Yes. Of course, where are my manners?" With a sweep of his wand,
Kamek restored his visibility, and with a crimson face took his hat off and held it against his
chest. He took one of her paws in his own, pressed an earnest kiss into it, and finally looked her
in the eyes. "My dear, please accept my most humble apologies. Although I know my behaviour
was inexcusable, please understand that even the strongest man could be swayed by your
beauty."
She smiled. "Why, thank you. That was awfully decennd nnd now, if you don't mind," she
said, adjusting her glasses, "I have a few things I need to do."
Kamek opened his mouth to speak, but a stinging slap snapped his head to the side.
"That's for being a peeping tom," Kammy snapped.
Then she pulled the still-reeling magikoopa against her chest, and slid her tongue along
the side of his face, one paw squeezing his rear through his robes. When she let go, Kamek was
shaking all over, and the lenses of his glasses had fogged.
"And that," Kammy purred, "is for the best orgasm I've had in years."
In a daze, Kamek put his hat back on and wandered out through the doorway.
"Oh, but I'm still telling Bowser about this," Kammy called after him.
"Are you?" Kamek turned around, and gathered whatever scraps of dignity he had left. "And what, pray tell, are you going to tell him? That you directly disobeyed a superior?"
Kammy opened her mouth, and then closed it again, looking startled.
"Or will you tell him about how you stole an article of the royal family's treasure, and
held it for ransom?" he pressed.
She cleared her throat. "I--"
"Or will you go into detail about skipping class to attend to shall-we-say less intellectual
persuits?"
"Okay! Fine!" Kammy stamped her foot. "I get the point!"
"Very good then." Kamek tried not to grin too widely as he took his leave of her. "I'll see you all the earlier tomorrow morning, won't I?"
Watching the small figure disappear down the hallway, Kammy gritted her teeth and said "Oh, you bet you will, Kamek."
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