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As always, Leafy sat at her desk, mindlessly doodling on her page. Four was at the front of the class, revising yesterday’s material for the others who refused to study by themselves for some reason. Sometimes it seemed to Leafy that she was the only one who cared about Four’s class. Four sounded increasingly agitated every time he reminded Pencil, Liy or Bracelety to pay attention. Pencil was sleeping(?), Liy was folding paper airplanes, and Bracelety wouldn’t stop drawing Ice Cube on her papers – needless to say, Leafy was the only one passing the class. Now, since all her work was done and she needed no revision, she sat doodling.
The classroom was, luckily, quiet now – there wasn’t much going on since Four physically would not let Pencil or Liy talk (screechies), and Bracelety was busy drawing (as always). Leafy was alone with just her thoughts and Four’s distant voice. The large window next to them – covered in a blinding white sheet to prevent the students from birdwatching – allowed a stream of light to flow onto her page, on which were plenty of tiny drawings of many different things. Pictures of herself, of Pin, of Firey, of her classmates – and, in the top right, some of something (somebody?) she’d immediately scribbled out. One drawing, in the bottom left corner, was the one she was currently working on, and spending a lot of effort into making look good. It was of Four.
She had no pencil crayons, so it was grayscale, but she had spent time giving him shading and form. She had poured her heart into it, making it perfect, making it more than perfect. She was completely engulfed in the drawing, to the point where she almost didn’t hear Four call class to end.
“Leafy.” He said, minutes after he called dismissal, “Are you still drawing?” He asked. Leafy snapped, hearing him address her. “Class is over. You can go talk to your classmates now.”
Leafy looked down, blushing slightly. “I don’t really... Want… to talk to them,” she said. “I’d rather draw.” Four tilted his head, not understanding why someone would rather spend time alone on her project than with people she knows and already spent time getting familiar with.
“Well, if you’ve done today’s work, you can hand it in,” he said, “and I'll give you a new blank sheet to draw on.” Leafy was startled as she realized she’d been drawing on the back of the worksheet Four gave them at the start of class. “If you’ve done it.”
Leafy had done the work. It took less than five minutes, so she had honestly forgotten she’d even done it – it was so easy it was barely work. She, slightly embarrassed, flipped the paper over to see a fully done worksheet – the answers were all 4, anyway, so she didn’t see a point in it, but she liked any opportunity to do work Four assigned her. If it would make him happy. It made her happy to see him happy – especially if he was happy at something she'd done.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t erased any of the drawings, and she had no eraser to use now. She had to hand it in as is and pray Four didn’t see the back. Her heart was pounding as she rose from her seat, the worksheet folded in half to hide the drawings inside and put it in the basket on the corner of Four’s desk.
Four smiled. “You’re pretty smart, Leafy,” he complimented. Leafy smiled too.
“Thanks... Haha…” She mumbled, slowly slinking away from the desk. She ran back to her seat and bashfully rested her head in her arms. ‘I really hope he doesn’t open the paper…’ She thought to herself.
A few minutes later, she heard Four make a sound of shock. She froze – ‘oh my tree did he find the drawings?!’ and Four approached her desk – ‘Oh my tree he did oh my tree i’m so done for’ and Four tapped her on the shoulder – ‘I’m so so done for…’ and when she looked up, her face dark with blush, Four was smirking. Smirking?!
“Leafy,” He said. “Please meet me outside the EXIT – I have to speak to you.” Leafy could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a coherent sentence to respond with, so she nodded and rose from her seat, following Four outside.
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When Four closed the door, leaving the two in the Fourest all alone, Leafy took less than a moment to admire the new environment, only focussing on how much trouble she was sure to be in. What would he do to her? What could he do to her?! Would he even-? Why did she why did she WHY did she draw that?! Why didn’t she grab an eraser why didn’t she scribble it out why didn’t she tear it out WHY did she draw it in the first place!?!
“I noticed you drew something… interesting on the back of your worksheet,” he said. Leafy nodded, staring at the floor.
“...I drew quite a bit on the back of my worksheet,” she responded. “If this is about the stuff in the top righ-”
“It’s not about the drawings in the top right. I don’t care about that.” Four interrupted, confirming the worst that Leafy could imagine. “However… There was something in the bottom left corner of your page that caught my attention.” Leafy squirmed, stepping back a little bit.
“... Are you mad at me-?” She muttered, tapping her index fingers together in front of her. Four grinned.
“I’m not mad~” He replied, his voice lowering to a growl. Leafy’s face somehow heated up more. “In fact, I’m proud of you for being so brave.” He brought one of his hands to the side of Leafy’s face, cupping it in a gentle cradle, and slightly massaging her cheek with his thumb. Leafy subconsciously leaned into his hand for a moment, before snapping back and hiding herself behind her hands.
“Four!! You- th- !!” She attempted to fill the gaps in her vocabulary as she failed to describe her emotions. “This is-! Making -!! You’re being unprofessional!!” She blurted out, and Four tilted his head. The nubs on top of his head tilted with him, one of them leaning almost completely over his face. He was relaxed??!! What was he planning-?!
“Leafy, there’s nothing unprofessional about this. You’re my friend – a close friend. And it’s clear you feel the same way...” Four reminded her. “We’re being completely fair. No unprofessionalism.” He grinned. Leafy nodded.
“I guess you’re right,” she agreed. “I just… What about the others-? They’ll notice something. They’ll judge us. (More.)”
Four scoffed. “Who cares what your classmates think!” He said. Leafy smiled at this.
“I… I kind of do! They judge me enough without- …being in love with an algebralien…” She mumbled the last part. Unbeknownst to Four, object-algebralien relationships were seen as very odd to most objects. ‘How can you fall in love with that – creature!?’ they’d shout as if it were on par with falling in love with a chunk of cement. They didn’t understand. Leafy had been shunned enough – if her classmates found out she was in a relationship with Four, they’d think her even stranger and shun her even more.
“You don’t need to worry about them.” Four insisted. “Come on, Leafy – why don’t you let yourself be yourself for a little while? No need to please anyone else. Just worry about being pleased for a bit.” He held Leafy’s hand, gently staring into her beady, dark green eyes. Leafy blushed, smiling as she stared back into his own eyes. “For once in your life, let yourself relax and let someone else make you happy, instead of worrying about others.”
“...I suppose you’re… right…” She trailed off as she began to smell something very sweet. She turned around for a few moments before realizing the scent was coming from Four, who grinned widely at the smaller leaf. She remained silent for a few more seconds. “Four- w-what’s that smell?” She asked finally, grinning awkwardly.
Four smiled back, before grabbing her sides and pulling her into a hug — or, whatever you could call ‘being embraced as Four chuckled lowly at her.’
“Oh, Leafy, I’ve been waiting forever to be able to do this…” he growled tantalizingly. Leafy chuckled.
“D-do what?” She asked, pretending not to notice the sweet smell get stronger as Four brought his mouth down to hers to pull her into a passionate French kiss.
Leafy could immediately tell Four’s tongue was not like hers. It was thin and forked, and it danced around her mouth like a tiny ballerina, tasting her tongue and exploring the caves of her cheeks, the corners of her lips and the edges of her teeth, as the strong sweet smell coming from Four got even stronger. She fell into his sweet embrace almost instantly, his soft lips and strong hands captivating her like a bird might catch a worm. Moments passed, then what felt like eons. Locked in each other's arms, in each other's bodies, unable to pull away from the feeling.
“You’re a good kisser, Leafy,” Four complimented as he finally brought their mouths apart. Despite this, Leafy had barely contributed to the kiss – Four had immediately taken full control of the embrace. She knew he knew this, and she stammered to rebut his compliment, but he had taken her back into the kiss before she could say anything, leading to a startled sound from the leaf.
As Four continued to hold the leaf in a passionate capture, he grinned slightly – he was ready. And he could tell she was long since so.
He gently picked her up as he allowed his body to prepare – it was a lot easier than he was expecting to get her off the ground, but he was glad. Leafy thought it was so cool – no, hot – how easily Four lifted her and tossed her around, still not breaking the kiss as he moved her to where he needed her to be.
She felt her cloaca opening and wettening as Four moved her, aiming her right above what seemed to be a long, blue tentacle – somewhat unlike the peni objects typically had, this one was much less slender, with a lump – ‘a knot?’ – at the base. It was shorter than normal, but it was much wider.
Leafy stared at it, blushing harder, as Four slowly lowered her onto it. It pushed past the lips of her cloaca, the tip entering her with no problem. She moaned lightly as it did so, squirming around inside her as Four continued to enter her body.
“Are you feeling alright?” He asked after he’d pushed his tentacle about an inch in. Leafy nodded, whimpering a bit.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine…” She replied. “It's just- I haven't… done this in a long time…” for a moment, she thought back to the first and only time she'd ever had sex with a male, and after a few seconds, decided to stop thinking about it. He didn't matter right now. Only Four mattered. But, for some reason, he kept popping up in her vision. She looked away, trying to make his image go away.
When Four noticed Leafy pensively looking away, he frowned and grabbed her face, forcefully turning her to look at him.
“You're going to think of me and only me, okay?” He said, staring into her eyes, his tentacle sliding into her further as he said so. Leafy nodded, feeling slight fear but mostly arousal from the way Four took complete control of the situation.
Four loved how his member slid into her so easily, how tight she was, and how she squirmed from the pain of taking something so big so suddenly. He was struggling not to rail her, but he held his guard.
“You're doing so well for me, darling,” he whispered in her ear, sending shocks of pleasure down her spine and arms. “You're the best little leaf I've ever seen.” Leafy whimpered, smiling.
She hadn't been touched in this way in a long, unbearable time. And now that she finally was, she was desperate. She whined pathetically when Four pulled out, only to cry out a moan when he threw himself back in. Over and over again, Four teased her, going just deep enough to bother her but not deep enough to allow her the satisfaction of being railed, and she loved it.
“T-thank you,” she replied, breathing heavily. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, and Four wiped them away gently.
“Don't cry, Leafy, I'm here,” he said assuredly.
Leafy felt almost completely overwhelmed, and Four could tell. He knew just by looking at her that she was barely keeping it together, but the way she moaned as he slowly pumped in and out of her drove him crazy. He was barely keeping himself from pounding the daylights out of her. He kept speeding up while not paying attention, and slowed again when he heard Leafy begin to moan louder.
She eventually couldn't take it, and after a few minutes of this, began to slightly bounce on his dick subconsciously. Four stopped thrusting for a moment for this, smirking as he watched Leafy desperately hump him.
“You’re sure eager,” he said, snapping Leafy out of her trance. She stopped in her tracks, panting as her face deepened into a forest green.
“S-sorry,” she responded, hiding her face beneath her hand. The other one was still holding onto Four, who lifted her chin.
“Don't be sorry,” he cooed. “If you're so eager…” he grabbed Leafy's sides and laid her on the ground so he was perpendicular to her, “why not let me help you out?”
Leafy's jaw dropped, and she took in an audible gulp as Four adjusted himself to more easily thrust into her. She felt his tentacle squirming inside her as he did, with the tip gently hitting her sweet spot for a moment, making her gasp out in surprise – she didn't even know she had a sweet spot, but she wanted more. She bucked her hips up, throwing her hand over her mouth as she clenched her eyes shut.
Luckily for her, or unluckily, Four immediately began to piston into her, just barely missing it every time he thrusted in, but grazing it every time he slid out. She cried out with every movement, moaning louder and higher as he sped up, his thrusting getting sloppier the longer he went on. Leafy could barely handle it, her voice raw and her hands tightly fisted, wanting nothing more than to be with Four forever.
And then the magic happened. After a long, agonizing while of teasing, Four finally hit her sweet spot again, the pleasure instantly overwhelming her to the point of release. Thick white fluid erupted from her slit as she tightened around Four's cock, moaning like never before, almost deafening to herself and the algebralien above her. She felt euphoric beyond description, seeing stars, and she wished it would never end.
The noises she made and the feeling of Leafy’s even-tighter-than-before slit clenched warmly around his dick brought Four even closer to his own point of eruption as well, still thrusting as fast as he could while Leafy came, eventually he himself began to leak inside her.
Time seemed to stop for a few moments, thrusting harder and faster than ever to draw himself closer to the edge, until finally, he erupted. He pushed as deep as he could into the leaf, his semen flooding into her like the first storm of spring.
Leafy's eyes snapped open, her gaze rolled back, unfocused on anything around her. The way his cum relentlessly pumped into her left her feeling euphoric to delirium.
And then, just as fast as it began, it was finished. Tired and sore, Four slid out from Leafy, who was panting like a dog. It was clear she was still sensitive, and in a bit of pain, but much too happy to care about the stinging, throbbing sensation in her legs.
“Th… that… was incredible, Fourty-Four…” she mumbled, groping the air in an attempt to get Four to cuddle with her.
Four, on the other hand, seemed almost unfazed by their encounter. He was happy and satisfied, but he almost immediately stood up and began to clean up the surroundings with some of his powers.
“Four, what are you doing?” Leafy asked with a slight whine at the lack of physical contact. Four sighed.
“We can't let anyone know we had sex, Leafy,” he replied. “If they smell or see the leftovers, they're going to know. I'm just cleaning up quickly.”
Leafy sighed in return and nodded solemnly. She tried to turn over, but her legs and back hurt too much to move. She felt full – 'really super duper extra full,’ as she thought to herself. And she could feel plenty of tiny somethings moving around inside her. But she figured that was normal, as she'd never been cummed in before.
Soon, Four finished cleaning, and walked back to Leafy, who was laying contently on the floor. He laid next to her and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back in slow, gentle circles.
“You did well, Leafy,” he said, patting her head. “You did very well.” Leafy smiled and began to drift off to sleep, leaving Four alone awake.
“You did very well.”
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Pencil finally woke up to the sound of something slamming, jolting into her seat. Next to her, Liy was pacing, mumbling to herself in disdain. She had apparently punched the table.
“What are you going on about?” Pencil muttered, staring at the lightswitch with confusion and anger.
“Four and Leafy have been outside the room for hours,” Liy responded. “I had something to ask him, but clearly he's too interested in the leaf to give a shit about us.” Pencil startled.
“Hey, Liy, watch your language,” she said, gesturing slightly to the door through which Four had left. Liy rolled her eyes.
“I'm curious what's going on out there,” she said. “I’m going to find out, no matter what.” Pencil scoffed.
“Whatever they’re doing, Four locked the door. The only way out is to our rooms, which is the other way. And anyway, don't you think it can wait till next class?” Liy groaned, pacing some more. ‘Has she been doing that all evening?’ Pencil thought, raising an eyebrow.
“Whatever. I’m going back to sleep.” She muttered, crossing her arms and leaning back on the chair. “Wake me if something happens.”