deltarune

The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the unused classroom at the back of the school building, casting long, amber shadows across the desks. But the quiet of the hallway was shattered by the unmistakable sounds of something far from academic.

Behind the closed door of the storage closet, Noelle and Susie were lost in each other. The frantic sounds of breathing, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, and Susie's low, gravelly moans echoed off the linoleum walls. Noelle was a mess of flushed fur and desperate whimpers, her claws digging into Susie's purple scales as they traded kisses and thrusts with a reckless abandon that ignored the risk of being caught.

Then, the door creaked open.

Toriel stood there, her expression not one of shock, but of a terrifyingly calm disappointment. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the sight: Susie's pants around her ankles, Noelle's disheveled appearance, and the unmistakable evidence of their transgression. The air in the room suddenly felt heavy, charged with the authority of a mother who had seen far too much impropriety in her town.

"This is... unacceptable behavior on school grounds," Toriel said, her voice soft but carrying the weight of an iron gavel.

Noelle shrieked, scrambling to cover herself, her face turning a shade of red that rivaled a tomato. Susie froze, her usual bravado evaporating instantly as she stared up at the imposing goat monster. "Mrs. Dreemurr! We it's not we were just "

"Silence," Toriel commanded, stepping into the room. "This kind of pent up energy requires proper direction. You two have proven that you lack the discipline to handle yourselves privately. Therefore, you require... supervision."

Toriel's mind whirred with the best way to instill proper respect for rules and boundaries. She could either teach them what real satisfaction looked like by introducing a proper masculine element, or she could shatter their privacy entirely to teach them the consequences of public indecency.