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effervescentcvnt · 2 months

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imagine teasing your tentacled spellcaster monster partner all the time when you go on a date: you’re wearing skimpy clothes that show more skin than they cover, not to mention that you aren’t wearing any underwear. you’re constantly touching them just a little bit too close to their sensitive spots “on accident” and whispering naughty things in their ear in public. you want to make them go wild with lust until they snap and have their way with you.

“keep this up and you’ll be in a world of trouble when we get home,” they warn you, their voice low and raspy.

you look into their eyes, feigning innocence. “what’s ‘this’? i’m not doing anything,” you reply, grinning inwardly because you know that they’re already getting riled up because of you.

as the two of you are sitting at the restaurant, you let your foot brush up against theirs under the table and then drag it upwards towards their crotch. that almost makes them drop the glass of wine that they were holding and they shoot a heated glare at you as you smile back softly. because of their keen senses, they can smell your arousal as your slick drips onto your clothes. you continue tormenting them all throughout the night, pressing the sole of your shoe against their crotch and rubbing slowly, licking the dessert off of your spoon in a way that is certainly too lewd for a public setting and bending forward in your seat so that they can catch a glimpse of your chest as you’re talking.

when you finally go back home, your beloved monster is fuming, sexually frustrated and ready to ravish you. they’re so much bigger and stronger than you so it’s easy for them to pick you up and throw you on the bed. they’re on you in an instant, their tentacles firmly pinning you down against the mattress.

“is this what you wanted? to tease me until i have to punish you?” they growl.

you shake your head in disagreement, all while knowing that both of you have agreed on a certain word that’ll stop everything if you truly don’t wish to continue. “it was just supposed to be a bit of fun! don’t punish me, i’m sorry!” you yelp.

“oh, you will be,” they snarl.

before you even know what’s happening, they cast a spell on you, a glowing brand in the shape of a heart appearing just above your pubic hair. the symbol warms your skin, the familiar heat of arousal settling between your legs.

“what the fuck did you do to me?!” you shriek.

“you’ll see,” they simply say, malice apparent in their voice. they bend down, smiling at you with their sharp teeth flashing in the dim light of your bedroom. they lick at your lips with their long, forked tongue, urging you to part them. the moment that you do, they plunge their tongue in, giving you a sloppy, wet kiss that makes you moan into their mouth.

your partner is blessed with both a pussy and a cock, and they intend to use you thoroughly to sate their every need. they press your head against the pillows and mount your face, and immediately you begin working them over, kissing and sucking their clit and occasionally teasing the opening of their pussy with your tongue as their heavy cock rests on your forehead, already leaking precum. their tentacles hold you down, immobilising you, rubbing every sensitive part of your body at once. they grind their hips and let out breathy, appreciative moans when you pleasure them with your mouth and soon enough, they whine in ecstasy and they squirt all over your face, drenching you in their juices.

they manhandle you into a mating press, first slipping their lubed fingers inside you, stretching your hole and preparing you for their cock. you’re already hoping for an orgasm as they split you open on their cock. after they’ve worked their cock into you fully, they ravage you fast and hard, panting in pleasure. all you can do is lay there wrapped up in tentacles, eagerly sucking on your fingers when they explore your mouth. you can feel your orgasm approaching fast, and just when you are about to fall over the edge, you… can’t. the pleasure keeps cresting, yes, but you cannot finish. you whimper in confusion and wiggle your hips although you cannot move much. your partner notices your distress and chuckles at your predicament.

“the spell i have cast makes it impossible for you to cum,” they explain. “you’ll only be allowed release if or when i decide that you’ve been punished enough.”

you howl when you slowly comprehend their words. “please no, please let me cum! agh- i’m sorry for teasing you! i’m sorry, fuck, please stop, release me!!” you beg but your pleas fall on deaf ears.

your monster’s cock still pounding at the sweetest of your spots and you’re sure that if they were to pull out, your hole would gape. their tentacles stroke you in a loving way that creates a sharp contrast to the rough fucking yet the pleasure they bring is unbearable.

it’s absolute hell, to be kept there with no release in sight while your darling beast uses you for all you’re worth. you can feel your hole throbbing, and you’re leaking everywhere, making such a mess of yourself. the torture is seemingly endless, and your partner ends up pumping load after load into your fluttering, denied hole. they kiss you again, all tongue and teeth, their unnaturally long tongue thrusting in and out of your mouth. it feels as if your lower body is on fire, and the unending stimulation has you constantly feeling like you’re ready to explode yet you can’t. your tummy bulges with both their thick cock and the amount of cum that your beast has spilled inside.

they’re not completely heartless, though, and eventually they release you from their spell.

they spoil you with countless orgasms until you’re drooling and your eyes lose focus, mercilessly ripping your pleasure from you.

when you’re done, they clean you up gently and offer you a snack and water, making sure you're okay. they wrap their arms and tentacles around you, holding you close to them as the both of you drift off to peaceful sleep.

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jasperrollswrites · 7 years

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Transformation Classroom Lesson IV: Time to Swim

Another TF Classroom story, a bit late. The winner this time was randomwolf91 on FA (I THINK he has a Tumblr, but I don’t know what it is), and he wanted a TF into Selkie, the buff seal hero from Boku no Hero Academia. I don’t know the show myself, but I do know the design and I was happy to indulge.

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There was something new in the classroom.

Koro-sensei hadn't noticed it at first - he'd been busy giving the room a bit of a makeover. It had started with him setting up a camera and tripod to take a picture of himself, setting the timer so he could pose appropriately (he could easily make it in front of the camera in the millisecond between pressing the button and it taking the picture, but he wanted the extra time to make sure he looked good). He'd gone through about half the film reel before he settled on a picture he liked, and had then set it upon the wall of "successful students".

That had been all he wanted to do, but then he noticed that the little board looked...direly generic. As he adjusted the pictures of the previous student's before and afters, he realized that it didn't work at all. It didn't have any of his...unique style on it. This couldn't stand, so he'd immediately set to making signs and associated paraphernalia. He was having a lot of fun, making little drawings of himself to give everything that little flair of "Koro-sensei" style.

It was as he was attaching his new "successful students" sign to the noticeboard (more stylized writing, with a little drawing of his own grinning visage beside it), that he noticed the change. He turned to look at the back of the classroom - and saw the door.

It was a solid wood door, unlike the one that was the entrance of the classroom, which had a little window in it. There was a no sign on the door, either. Koro-sensei shuffled over slowly, and reached a tentacle towards the handle, before stopping, and looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh, not yet? Alright." he said, and reluctantly shuffled away from the door, looking a little downhearted at being shut down like he presumably had been. He moved back to the front of the class, and settled down back in his chair. "Is a student coming, then?" he asked.

He was answered in the form of the entrance door opening.

The next student was fairly fat - he had a large belly, and a round face, framed by a brown beard with a goatee. He wore a set of rectangular glasses, and the chocolate brown hair on his head reached down to his shoulders. The green shirt he wore clung tightly to his belly, and his black pants were a little short, exposing the white socks he wore underneath his white trainers. He was carrying the straps of what looked like a heavy bag for sports gear.

Koro-sensei felt himself turn a little pink at the sight of the young man...then blinked, returning back to yellow. That was odd. Before, he'd only felt that way towards girls...it must be something of his previous self coming through. It was a problem of this form, that it was very hard for him to hide his emotions - and the person he'd been before the classroom changed him wasn't very good at either in the first place. No matter.

The young man was quiet for a moment, watching Koro-sensei look at him, before opening his mouth.

"This is...probably going to sound stupid, but is this the room for swimming lessons?" he asked. Another American. "I checked the leaflet, and it said this room, but I thought it would be like..."

"No, no, you've got it in one." Koro-sensei replied. "Swimming lessons, right here. Come, sit down." He gestured at a desk in the front row, and the young man walked over, setting the bag down next to the desk and sitting down in the chair. He had a look of bemusement on his face as Koro-sensei stared at him, grinning quietly.

"Is anyone else gonna..."

"Mm...nope. I'm a one-on-one kind of teacher." Koro-sensei said.

"Are you sure this is for swimming? I just figured..."

"Hmm?"

"I, uh..." the young man stammered a little. "I mean, if I'm honest, you don't...look like a swimming coach, and uh...I just...figured it would be, uh...more...swimming pool-adjacent."

Koro-sensei was quiet for a moment. He looked at the door at the back of the room, then back at his student. "Oh!" he exclaimed, like he'd just realized what the inherent conceit of teaching a swimming lesson was. "Yes. Of course. Well, don't worry about that right now. We need to get to know each other first! I should really start by asking your names off the bat. Calling you all ‘young man' for the first 2 pages is somewhat aggravating."

"Uh..." the student was non-plussed by the comment. "It's Loez."

"Loez! A delightful name!" Koro-sensei said excitedly, feeling himself turn a little pink again before shaking his head to get back to his standard yellow. "Well, Loez, I'm Koro-sensei, and I'm your teacher." He gestured towards the board, on which was still written the explanation of the wordplay his name entailed, to which he had added a little drawing of himself. "I've explained the pun a couple of times already now, and I'd really prefer not to keep on doing it, so just refer to the board if you're ever confused."

He stood up, shuffled over to the desk next to Loez, and turned, doing a little hop so he was sitting on the desk in question. He looked down at Loez, grinning as usual. "So, Loez, why do you want to learn to swim?" he asked.

"Uhh...I dunno, does it matter?" Loez replied.

Koro-sensei put a couple of tentacles against the cheeks of his face in mock horror. "How could you say such a thing?" he said, incredulously. "It's the question that matters the most! If you don't know why you want to learn something, then you're certain to fail!" He raised his left tentacle in the air, closing his eyes, as he rattled off his wisdom. "It is by knowing the core reason we wish to gain something that is the first step to ACHIEVING that something. If you never acknowledge why you wish to swim, then you'll almost definitely drown the second you set foot in the pool!"

"I mean, I don't think it'd be that bad..." Loez said. "...Well...I dunno, I just wanted to try something new? Well, not new...I've swum before, but never, like...formally. I guess I felt like I've been cooped up too long and that...I should do something about that.

"Hmm..." Koro-sensei pondered the words. "So you're looking for a sense of freedom, is what you're saying? And you think swimming might be the way towards that?"

"...I guess?"

"Well, it's an admirable goal, definitely!" Koro-sensei said. "Are we not all looking for freedom, in our own way? Our lives can get us down so easily...where and what we find our freedom in is not for others to judge. A common sentiment that anyone in the world can understand." He hopped down off the desk. "Well, with that out the way, we can get started with the actual lesson. Come along, come along." He began shuffling towards the door at the back of the class. Loez got up after him, picking up the sports bag, struggling with it a little.

Koro-sensei reached towards the handle of the door, quivering a little with anticipation.

"Uh, isn't that just the door into the classroom next do--" Loez started saying, but was cut off as Koro-sensei opened the door...and the unmistakable smell of chlorine filled the air. Koro-sensei stepped to the side, letting Loez look...and what he saw was impossible.

It didn't initially SEEM impossible - what was through the door was a tiled floor, surrounding a rather large swimming pool. All well and good, but Loez knew for a fact that it shouldn't be there. He'd been outside in the hall only a few minutes earlier, and he knew there should be a classroom in that direction. The width of the room extended beyond the boundaries of the classroom, another impossibility.

"How the fuck...?"

"Please don't swear in the classroom", Koro-sensei said absentmindedly, still looking at the swimming pool. He turned to look at Loez, but he wasn't there - he was by the exit door, about to open it.

"Oh! Where are you going? Don't you want to learn how to swim?" Koro-sensei yelled.

Loez turned back to look at him. "That...that shouldn't be there! I saw..."

Koro-sensei looked up at the ceiling. "I think you might have pushed it a little too far." He murmured, then looked back at Loez. "I don't think you want to go through that door."

"What?" Loez asked, the exit door already half open.

"Mm...well, it's your choice, but...if you leave this room, I get the feeling you won't be able to come back in."

"Wh...are you threatening me?" Loez asked.

"Nyuruhuhuhu...nothing like that." Koro-sensei replied. "It's just...the nature of this room. If you walk out that door, when you come back, this room will not be here. It will be another room entirely." He looked back up at the ceiling, looking a little irritated. "I know what I'm doing." He hissed under his breath.

Loez paused, unsure whether to leave or not. Good. "I'm not trying to trap you or anything, I promise. This is the face of a teacher you can trust." he said. "Please. All I want to do is teach. You want to learn, you wouldn't have come here otherwise. There's an opportunity here to find the freedom you're seeking, and...it would break my heart to see you walk away from it."

The spell of the room worked its way into Loez's mind, and he gradually, slowly accepted the idea of the impossible room. Koro-sensei felt a little bad. He'd just said he wasn't trying to trap the young man, but in a sense he was...but his intentions were honest. People came to this room looking for a form of freedom...he just wanted to give it to them.

Loez walked back over, picking up the sports bag, and slowly walked through the door into the swimming pool area. Koro-sensei followed after, closing the door behind them.

Now they were inside, they could see the room a bit better. All the walls and floors were sparkling clean white tiles. An image of a beach was painted on the wall to the right, with splashing waves taking up most of it, little droplets of water falling away from the waves painted waves. The pool itself was completely still, but it looked perfectly clean.

Loez wandered over to the edge of the pool. They were at the deep end, and Loez looked down nervously into it. He looked around for Koro-sensei, and saw him standing next to the beach mural. He had taken out a sharpie pen from somewhere, and was drawing on the wall. After a second, he stepped away, to reveal his handiwork - he had drawn his own face on one of the water droplets.

"Nyuruhuhuhuhu! Much better, don't you think?" he asked, shuffling back over to Loez. Loez was silent. "Well, you don't have to fall over yourself with praise." Koro-sensei replied to his non-answer. "So, where would you like to start? The deep end? I think the deep end is good."

"Uhh...isn't there somewhere I can change? I brought swimming gear with me, and--" Loez began.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about all that stuff." Koro-sensei said nonchalantly, and, raising a tentacle, swung it down and smacked it into Loez's back, sending him careening into the water. Loez immediately felt the water soak into every part of his body, as he sunk into the pool. His t-shirt clung even tighter to his body, his pants felt super heavy as they soaked up the water, and he felt the horrible sensation of water getting in his shoes. He flailed for a moment, unsure what to do, the bag he'd been carrying floating away from him as the straps came away from around his hand, then found himself, and tried to swim up to the surface. It was difficult, especially with Loez's comparatively limited understanding of how to swim, but eventually he made it, breaking the surface, his hair soaked.

He took a breath of air, and started treaded water, as he oriented himself to look at Koro-sensei, still standing on the side of the pool. Despite standing right in the radius of the splash from Loez's fall, he seemed curiously dry.

"What...the fuck? What kind of teacher are you?" Loez shouted angrily.

"One who knows how to get the best out of his students", Koro-sensei replied, grinning all the while. He knelt down, and reached a tentacle towards Loez's face, taking the wet glasses off him and setting them on the side. Loez began to swim for the ladder nearby, but in the blink of an eye, Koro-sensei was standing at the top of them, blocking the way up.

"Hey! What the hell is this?" Loez asked. "Are you gonna let me drown?"

"I'd never do such a thing, Loez!" Koro-sensei replied. "If anything goes wrong, I'll be sure to help, but at the moment I'm sure you can handle this. Once you handle swimming with clothes on, you'll be able to handle swimming with clothes off like it's nothing!"

"I don't think this is how they teach swimming!" Loez yelled, treading water still.

"What can I say? I have a unique style." Koro-sensei replied. "It'll pay off, trust me. Now, I want you to swim to the other end of the pool. Quickly, now!"

Loez reluctantly started swimming, doing a breaststroke as best he could manage, but it was tough with the clothes weighing him down. He couldn't bring his legs up to kick properly, his trainers and pants feeling like heavy weights pulling him down. However as he got further along the length of the pool, it seemed to be getting easier. This was for a couple of reasons.

First, his clothes were becoming tighter, but lighter. He couldn't tell, due to the feeling of water overriding everything, but his clothes were beginning to change. The rubber of the lower part of his trainers was becoming harder, thicker, and more resistant to the water. The white colour darkened, going to grey, then a darker grey, then pure black, as notches formed on the underside. The leather parts of the shoes were morphing in a different manner, although they too were losing the white colour, darkening to a similar black. They ripped away from the soles, riding up the heel of his feet, but still attached to the front part covering his toes. They extended backwards, riding up his legs, flattening out into a pair of flippers attached to the back of his legs, connected to the front part of the changed shoes by a hinge - if he knew they were there, he could flick his feet and he'd be wearing the flippers.

His socks meanwhile, were connecting to the cuffs of his pants. They stuck together, then merged together, as the varying cotton of both materials smoothed out, beginning to cling tightly to his feet, ankles and shins. They became a flexible rubber, like that worn by a scuba diver. As he kept swimming, the conversion from cotton to rubber continued up his legs, over his knees...the colour was lightening too - on his shins, it became a light grey, with lines segmenting it up, while over the rest of his leg, it was lightening to a dark blue.

All of this conversion, of pants to tight rubber, served to highlight the second reason Loez was finding it easier to swim as he went - his leg muscles were getting stronger. As his pants clung to his legs, the muscles in his legs tightened, becoming stronger, the fat in them converting to muscle. The soleus muscles, the vastus lateralis muscles - all of them were pumping up, getting more and more powerful. They weren't the muscles of a bodybuilder, but rather the lithe, tight muscles of a swimmer. The rubber clinging to his legs only served to highlight just what was happening to him.

Koro-sensei was shuffling alongside him at the side of the pool. "Keep going!" he yelled. "You're doing great!" Loez could only barely hear him, the splashing of his arms making it hard to hear anything else.

He finally reached the shallow end of the pool, where he was finally able to rest his feet against the floor of the pool as soon as he could...but the second he did, Koro-sensei was chastising him. "No, no, swim all the way! There's no point if you don't go the whole hog!" he yelled at the beleaguered swimmer. "You can put your feet down when you touch the side!"

He kept swimming, and as he did, the rubber continued to climb up his legs, turning everything dark blue as he went. By the time he finally reached the side, it had gotten up to his waist...where it had started to connect with his shirt. Loez let his feet rest against the floor of the pool, and put his arms on the side, feeling exhausted already.

"Very good, Loez! I said you could do it, didn't I?" Koro-sensei said. Loez looked up to see the octopus-like teacher leering down at him, although he couldn't really see Koro-sensei clearly, given that his glasses had been taken off him. "That's an olympic length swimming pool, and you just swum the whole thing with your clothes on. Quite a feat, I would say."

"How is this meant to help me get any better at swimming?" Loez asked, between ragged breaths.

"You'll see", Koro-sensei responded. "Now, back to the other end. Quick, quick!"

"I'm...really tired...I can't..."

"Yes, you can. Or at least your legs can, can't they?"

"Wh..." Loez looked down, but he couldn't really get a good look at his legs from how he was standing, his belly blocking the way for the moment. But he couldn't deny what Koro-sensei was saying. His upper body felt tired, but his lower body...his legs felt like they could keep going. For ages. "How..."

"Come on, come on!" Koro-sensei urged him. "If you don't feel like you can use your arms, you can use just your legs for this length. Swim like a mermaid! I'm not letting you get out until you do."

This was without a doubt, the weirdest swimming lesson Loez had ever taken. But he turned, and pushed off with his legs, swimming underwater this time. He didn't get very far, his belly drastically decreasing his aerodynamics and making him lose momentum...but that was about to be fixed. As he swam, he let his arms hang close to his sides, and kicked with only his legs held together, like a mermaid, as Koro-sensei suggested...and it was a lot easier than he thought.

His powerful new leg muscles were making the mermaid style a cinch to do, and the changes that were progressing along up his body were only making it easier. The rubber had connected to his shirt now, and was beginning to convert that into even more rubber, making his clothes into a one-piece that was beginning to cover his entire body. The green colour faded from his shirt, deepening to a dark blue that matched the rubber on his legs, and as it did so his fat began a similar conversion.

His belly was losing its bloat, the fat becoming sucked into him and rising, bubbling up his body, turning into more muscle. His abdominals were hardening, becoming tight and lithe, while his soft moobs were hardening, becoming tough and firm, the muscle inside them getting tighter and powerful. His back was becoming broader, as the shirt continued to convert to rubber, clinging tightly and showing off his back muscles.

A hole opened up in the centre of the shirt, as it began to split, widening as it did, exposing his chest, which was becoming more muscular by the second. The rubber continued to rise, going up to around his neck, and the collar began to rise, encircling his neck, but not clinging to it like the rest of the pants-and-shirt-turned-wetsuit was.

The cotton down his arms continued to be converted into rubber dark blue rubber, as the sleeves lengthened down his arms. The rubber continued to grow, mid-way, the colour changing to the same grey that coated his legs. It kept going down along the arms, and as it did, the arms grew in muscle as well. The biceps and triceps pumped out with power, and Loez was beginning to lose the aching feeling, like he could swim with his upper chest again...but he didn't really want to. It was weird, but the whole mermaid swimming thing felt...right. Like it was how he was meant to be swimming. His hands grew in size, the palms becoming broader, the digits getting thicker, retaining their human shape, but beginning to look more like flippers in some ways, considering how big and muscular they were getting. A patch appeared on the left shoulder of his jumpsuit - a white rectangular shape, with a red ‘S' inside.

Loez broke the surface, touching the side of the pool at the deep end, and Koro-sensei was standing over him again. "Getting easier all the time, isn't it?" he asked, and Loez found himself nodding. He didn't notice how his body had become more of a bulked out swimmer's build, or that he was now wearing a wetsuit. All he could think about was swimming, swimming more. He looked expectantly up at Koro-sensei, who knelt down, and extended his body a little over the edge so he could get face to face with Loez.

"Now, show me what you can really do."

Loez grinned with zeal, and curved back into the water, showcasing a level of athletic prowess he couldn't have possibly managed about 5 minutes earlier. He quickly reached the bottom of the pool, and began to twist through the water in a way that was distinctly unachievable by a human body...and it was beginning to show. His skin was beginning to turn grey underneath the wetsuit, becoming a little bit rubbery and smooth itself. The grey colour flowed up his body like the wetsuit had done, crossing his muscular chest, exposed by the open zipper of his wetsuit, and his hands beginning to look more flipper-like as they too turned grey.

Now it was running up his neck, little black dots appearing on the nape of his neck as the skin transformed. His hair was falling off his scalp, drifting away in the wake of his movements through the water, before disappearing entirely. The goatee part of his beard did the same, but the rest of the beard remained firmly stuck to his chin. His mouth was pushing out to meet with his nose, which was flattening against his face, while whiskers pushed out across his cheeks as his face became the muzzle of a spotted seal. The hairs on his chin lightened, losing their chocolate brown colour, and becoming white. As the final touch, his brow furrowed, as his eyes became sharp and fierce, and were framed by red markings that extended out to the side of his face.

The seal-like man swam to the middle of the pool, went down to the bottom, and then pushed up with his feet, and rocketed out of the water with such force that he rose up into the air, performing a backflip that sent him towards the side of the pool, before landing with a wet slap on his feet.

"How's that?" Selkie asked in his new, deep voice, and winked at Koro-sensei, who was already standing next to him, somehow still dry despite once again being in the radius of the splash.

Koro-sensei was...clapping his tentacles, for lack of a better word. They made strange squelching noise as he slapped them together in his approximation of applause.

"Most excellent, Selkie! The name of Sea Rescue Hero is truly an apt one for a hero such as yourself" he said.

Selkie laughed a little nervously. "Well, I'm not really one to brag...but it's nice to show off every so often, you know?" He looked around the pool. "Ah...where are my goggles?"

"Right here", Koro-sensei replied handing him a pair of yellow goggles that some minutes earlier had been a pair of glasses.

"Thank you very much..." Selkie said, taking the goggles. The two anthropomorphic creatures, one a seal, one...octopus-adjacent, began walking along the side of the pool, back towards the classroom. "It's nice to show off for a colleague", he said, "but...I can't help but always be disappointed by swimming pools. They're nowhere near as majestic as the ocean...plus all the chlorine makes my skin itch!" he complained, scratching the nape of his spotted neck.

"I know" Koro-sensei replied. "I did ask them not to put chlorine in this time, but I think people just pretend they heard me half the time."

They re-entered the classroom, and Koro-sensei closed the door to the pool behind them. He glanced at the noticeboard - the new photos had already appeared.

"Well, if that's everything..." Selkie said, heading towards the door leading out of the classroom.

"Yes, I think that's everything..." Koro-sensei said...and found himself turning pink again. "I really appreciate the assistance, Selkie."

"Well..." Selkie clenched his hands into fists, and raised them to just under his chin in an attempt to be cute. "You're welcome!!"

Koro-sensei turned yellow again. "Mmm, you're not quite as good at being cute, like I am."

Selkie laughed a deep, loud laugh. "Then you'll have to teach me! See you later, Koro-sensei!" and with that, he gave a salute, and left through the door.

Koro-sensei smiled after him...then looked down at the floor, and noticed the big wet puddles the seal man had left behind. "Oh, for..." he grumbled. "Can't these people be less messy when they transform?"

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