Elly was filing some actual papers, a rarity in these modern times, when her boyfriend sauntered into the small office adjacent to the principal's.
"Hey hey," he murmured, tilting his head to watch. "I thought I heard a nice butt come in here. I was <i>ri-i-ight.</i>"
She snickered at this and swished her tail to one side, standing back up. "Really?"
On a desk under the window sat a microphone and small box with various switches of audio nature. Several yellow sticky notes were attached, all of them with the same basic message:
"<i>!!!Do not let Present Mic near the PA System!!!</i>"
They moved it around a lot so he wouldn't know where it was. He didn't see it today, either, but his hand bumped the switch as he ran his fingertips along the desk towards her. Students and teachers everywhere glanced up as the system crackled to life in rooms all over the campus.
"Hey, princess. C'mere for a minute." Muffled sounds of him advancing on her and an exasperated mew from Elly could be heard.
"<i>Mikey</i>, I've got to get this filing done!"
"So? File. I'll just..." More mumbles and a long, loud hum followed by an obviously long, moist kiss. Several teachers were scrambling out into the halls asking where the system had been moved today. No one could remember but one had the foresight to recall Elly had mentioned filing.
"Quit it!" Both of them were giggling now.
"Uh uh, babygirl," Mic crooned. "No way."
"If you don't knock it off I'll tickle you half to death later."
He squealed. "Promise?!"
Ectoplasm left his class and pelted down the hall as fast as he could towards the office. He banged the door open only to witness Present Mic and Cheshire wedged into a corner of the room against each other and the filing cabinet. He reached out and turned the system off with a relieved sigh.
Mic's face very slowly began to flush red from the collar up. He stared incredulously at his fellow teacher and then the broadcasting system over the top of his glasses. "Did I just - did everyone hear ..?"
Ectoplasm nodded.
Mic's left eye twitched. "Oh, shit."
Elly sighed and patted the side of his cheek. "Yep."
He squeezed his neck as far down into his gear as he could for the rest of the day. It was fine with the kids, since most were kind of disgusted about hearing the two of them canoodling. But his colleagues were relentless. His name, as far as they were concerned, was now "Mikey", not Present Mic. And they were really very interested about his joy at getting tickled.
That was the worst part.
He walked into the break room at lunch to find Midnight giving a dissertation on tickling as a kink.
"<i>Midnight!</i>"
"Oh, hey, Mikey." She scratched under her chin, deep in thought. "Would you say you prefer to be tickled senseless as in bound beforehand or is it just a light kind of ..."
"Okay, okay," he pleaded, breaking out in a cold sweat. "C'mon, can't we just drop this? It was an accident. I didn't think everyone could hear!"
"Also, I'm really getting tired of hearing everyone call my boyfriend 'Mikey'," a low growl hissed from the corner of the room. "That's <i>my</i> name for him, and I'll be damned if you're going to ruin it."
Everyone jumped as Elly materialized into view, her eyes glowing. "My quirk is invisibility, remember guys? And I'm the school flipping counselor. I've pretty much got dirt on everyone. <i>Quit picking on him</i>."
"Aw, babe," he choked, rushing up to give her a hug.
"I think you've been tortured enough. Right?" She glared around at everyone, her fur on end and her ears laid back.
The teachers grumbled a little, but nodded. "My hero," he murmured as he gave her a squeeze.
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