A fun class and pep to goth.

As you enter the classroom Ms. Reeta is standing near the door.

You grip the stone in your pocket, "That's some nice cleavage you're showing today Ms. Reeta."

She shoots you a dirty look, but her new outfit is nice. You hear her mutter under her breath, "I teach college to avoid these kind of comments, I hate freshmen."

You decide to let it slide as you go and take your seat.

As class drones on, you begin to get bored and look around. You forget the name of the girl sitting next to you, but you decide to have a little entertainment.

You lean over to her and whisper while gripping the stone, "I'm surprised that I'm the only one who noticed that you masturbate during class with such a long dildo. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

She gives you a shy look as she begins working the dildo slowly and quietly into her pussy.

The rest of class you occasionally take notes as you enjoy the show next to you. If you hadn't cum just before class, you'd probably be unable to resist going further, but since you did, you're content with this.

After college algebra, your next class is a Chemistry lab. You don't enjoy this class much either, thanks to your lab partner, Alyx. She's very high energy, and always happy. Further, she's always pushing you to be happier and more outgoing. Just another moral busybody.

You enter the lab, and Alyx is already at the station.

Before you even have your stuff out, she's already going on and on about some party she attended. You're about to say something, when she strikes a nerve.

"You know, you'd be pretty decent looking if you wore less dark clothes, and cleaned yourself up. You've got this gross goth vibe. I bet you could even get a girlfriend." She says.

Now you're pissed. Just because you wear dark clothes doesn't mean you're goth. You just prefer darker colors. Further, you like the way you look, and you enjoy your personal time. Now, sex isn't even an issue with the stone, so getting a girlfriend isn't even a problem if you wanted. You decide she could do with living the life she just described you as having.

"Alyx, you're one to talk, you're practically the spitting image of a big titty goth. I'm pretty sure I'm just about the only person you talk to, and that's only during lab. Of course, that's just the way you like it." You say.

"Sure, whatever. Lets just get this boring chemistry over." She says, morphing in front of you.

Author Note:

Hey readers! I'd love to hear ideas for me to make AI art for here to implement into the story. Everything so far has been pretty tame, feel free to suggest more hardcore things. Just note that I have my own preferences, so things like Futa and Gore are off the table. Hope you enjoyed ~Tyranus.