Overwatch High

I don't own overwatch.

Have you ever have one of those days where you wake up and go. 'Huh, I feel kinda funny. Oh well' and then when you start to go somewhere you go, 'okay now I feel worse, oh well' and then when you get where you're going you end up throwing up? Today was one of those days for me.

Charging out of Mr. Winston's history class I crashed into the bathroom and painted the toilet green. I imagine I'll have to answer for that later but right now I think I needed to go to the nurse's office.

…Would it surprise you to know that I actually hoped Ms. Ziegler was not there today? Honestly, I've spent the last two nights inside her she's become even more relentless since Mr. Shimada went to japan again.

I got to the nurse's office, my face feeling felt like it was on fire. I hardly noticed 'God help us all' vice principal Reyes yelling at a group of students mingling in the hall. As I entered the nurse's office I was greeted with a burst of English accent.

"Take that you Photon Cannon spanning newb!" Ms. Oxton shouted suddenly into a headset, "Rouge has got your number!"

There was a tv, and a playstation… and apparently Marvel vs Capcom 2…

"Lighten up Lena…" came Ms. Song's voice from the tv as Ironman got pummeled by Rouge.

"Oh yeah!" Ms. Oxton shouted happily, jumping up and dancing the Charleston. I just stood there and watched her shake her slender hips. And her tight fit ass bouncing erotically as her long legs moved about. For a moment, wagging her finger in the air she began to turn while popping her leg, she suddenly stopped mid pop and stared at me a little sheepishly. "Oh uh…" she smiled cheerily, "Hey luv…" she giggled a little embarrassed.

"Hey is someone there with you?" Ms. Song asked as the rematch button was hit.

"Yeah, it's Scott, got to go…"

"What, Scott? Hi Scott!" Ms. Song shouted from the tv as Ms. Oxton turned it off.

"Hey luv." She repeated, but then as she looked at my nauseous and a little green face she added, "…You look awful."

"Yeah I was uh…" briefly however I was distracted by the fact that she was in here. "…Ms. Oxton why are you in the nurse's office?"

"Oh, funny story!" she laughed slightly, "So yesterday, Mcree was having his pre-2 o'clock, 1 o'clock nap and then 'God help us all' Vice principal Reyes was like…" and then with a perfect imitation of him, "Mcree! Why aren't you out cleaning the school! And Mcree was like…" then with a not so perfect imitation of Mcree. "I only work until noon…" she started laughing, "and then the Vice Principal was like-"

"It's high noon somewhere…" I mumbled with her as she burst out laughing. I, at this point, didn't care and began to lie down on the bed. "So why are you here exactly?"

"Oh. Principal Morrison told me to make sure Mcree didn't do something stupid like piss off Reyes further… so I'm in the nurse's office so he doesn't take any naps," she said simply, watching me with some concern. "…Scott, are you okay? Do you want me to get Angie?"

I groaned a negative answer, I just wanted my head to stop throbbing and I wanted someone to turn up the AC I was so hot. "…I think I just need to rest Ms. Oxton." I replied, "…I'm going to lie down for awhile okay…"

Ms Oxton approached me, concern on her face. and felt my head.... she had very soft hands... After a second she frowned at me, pulled her hand away and was completely serious, "…I need to get Angie Scott, stay right here okay?" and moving quickly out the door, she was gone.

My eyes however… they felt so heavy… I closed them for just a second trying to relieve the headache and the tiredness.

Slowly my eyes opened and I felt something around my waist, it felt so good… blearily I looked down to find a mop of brown hair devotedly bobbing on my hardened dick. It was Ms Oxton, but that couldn't be right. Ms. Oxton swung for the other team. But she looked like my dick was so tasty, she was groaning and inhaling my scent like it was a drug.

"Ms. Oxton what are you doing?" I moaned slightly at her, she looked really adorable as she stared at me with my dick still in her mouth, I felt her tongue quickly run around my dick head before pulling away with a sloppy pop she pulled away and smiled devotedly at me, stroking my dick.

"I'm taking your temperature Scott…" she giggled at me, "Just let me get you back in here…" she began again, tenderly licking me as my dick throbbed inside her, looking at me hesitantly she forced herself down all the way to my hilt, keeping me tightly inside her throat. Groaning and moaning as if the taste of me was the most delicious thing in the world to her. She looked up at me before letting her eyes roll blissfully up into her head, gripping my hands and placing them on her head to hold her in place as her eyes began to water.

Slowly she pulled up, her tongue to wagging sloppily on my shaft, watching me for any sign that it felt good, then with another sloppy pop she pulled away, "You know what? I might be using this thermometer wrong." She suddenly stood over my bed, spreading her adorable ass cheeks wide and letting my dick probe gently at her asshole. It gasped like a living thing waiting patiently to take me deep inside. "I think this is actually a rectal thermometer…" she licked her lips hungrily.

"Ms. Oxton wait a…" but she didn't, slowly stretching herself on my dick she agonizingly lowered herself onto me.

"Oh shit Scott! You're so big and tight!" she hissed, looking like she was in a little pain as inch by inch I slid into her. "You're the biggest I ever had!" she gasp and quivered as she reached the bottom.

My head hurt, I shook it away, "Ms. Oxton I think I'm the only dick you've ever had…"

"Oh yeah!" she laughed, at the realization, "You know what? I think I need more cocks!"

I don't know where they came from, but suddenly there were two of me on either side of her, she licked her lips longingly as she stared at my clone's erections. "Yummy…" she mumbled, yanking one and blowing the other while still slamming herself on my dick, "Gimme that yummy dick. I want thick dick juice down my throat…"

Clone me 1 was in her mouth suddenly gripping her head and began to steadily thrust, her eyes budged almost comically as I took her deep, before pulling back and doing it again. Clone me 2, getting a handjob suddenly slapped her hand away and cruelly pulled her head away by the hair and slammed his own dick into her mouth…

"Hey don't treat her like that…" I mumbled, but I got harder as I watched my clones trading her mouth, one would throat fuck her for a few strokes before passing her head back over to the other to do the same. "Knock it off she isn't a toy…" I said, but I was so hot, so dizzy I couldn't focus.

"It's okay luv!" she laughed as she was transferring cocks, "I like it when you use me!" she added going back to the other. "Use my holes Scotts!" she shouted up drunkenly at my clones before opening her mouth wide and gagging hard on them in earnest.

Clone me 1 gripped her hair tightly and slammed hard down her throat, she started to gag and cough as a burst of cum shot from her lips and nose. I quickly moved her mouth back and forth on my dick and tossed her head away like garbage to the other clone me who started to do the same as the first clone disappeared…

"Stop it your hurting her…" I mumbled, still balls deep in her ass as she began to twitch upon me, the remaining clone of me buried balls deep in her throat as my cum burst from her orifices like a fountain. Her eyes rolled up in her head as he held her in place, and she stopped moving… she was suffocating.

"Stop it!" I shouted at him, grabbing a nearby tray and hurling it at me, he vanished as Ms. Oxton began coughing for air.

She smiled at me, traces of cum, spit, and mucus covering her mouth. She opened it to me and began gargling the combination, her tongue stirring it back and forth like a mixer. After a solid minute of gargling, she swallowed. "There… all gone." She said, showing me again, her thick tongue lolling out as if asking for more, "Tasty dick juice, luv…"

"You…" I growled angrily, becoming frustrated with the massive headache and the heat, "You whore!" I shouted at her and shoved her onto the bed with a yelp as I thrust violently into her ass. "You like being treated like my fuck toy don't you!"

"Oh yes Scott!" she shouted, her watery red eyes watching me as I tore into her ass, "I love being a fuck toy! Your fuck toy! Cum inside my ass!"

"No!" I pulled out and rammed it suddenly into her pussy, she squealed delightedly as I just kept thrusting, "Fuck toys don't give commands they get fucked and like it!"

"I like it!" she shouted happily at me, "I like your dick! Give me your dick juice!"

I slammed my hips against her, shooting my load into her… I felt empty… and tired. Still hot and the headache wouldn't go away…

"Feel better Scott?" she asked, smiling at me, through cum and slime.

I didn't answer; I just flopped back onto the bed; utterly exhausted, unable to move, and in horrible pain.

"Can you hear me Scott?" she asked, hovering over me. She looked so clean now, what happened to all the slop on her face?... it was so hot seeing her covered in my fluids.

"Scott?" Ms. Oxton stared down at me as a bag of cooling ice dropped onto my head. My headache lessened and my heat went down. "Scott, Angie says you need to rest, a lot… she's called your mom to come and get you." She smiled knowingly, "…She was really scared you know."

"Mom?" I asked, that sounded about right.

"Angie…" she corrected and rested her head on her hands, watching me "You got a 103 fever."

"…That explains the fever dream…" I mumbled closing my eyes, "…How long was I out?"

"Long enough for the news of your collapse to spread to the other teachers…" she added softly, giving me a half-smile, "…You playboy you…"

I blushed, whether from the heat or the reveal I didn't know. "…Am I in trouble?"

Lena shrugged, "…Satya and Amelie don't really care. About your after school activities I mean. Not you being super sick, they cared a lot about that.… Mei looked a little crushed at first but then she said something about 'multiple subjects' to test pills on and perked up. Fareeha and Olivia are the ones you might have a little trouble with, but maybe Olivia can swing her around."

"Fareeha and Olivia?" I mumbled, I didn't really expect Olivia to care considering how much she records everything and practically pimps me out to Angela for more material.

"Oh yeah… the problem was they showed up at the same time." she laughed, "Oh man you should've seen the look on Fareeha's face once she fingered out you and Olivia have something going on. She was like 'He's mine.' and Olivia was like 'fine we can share him.' but Fareeha was like 'NO HES MINE!' that sort of went back and forth so I threatened to call Ana if it escalated." She smiled kindly at me, "They sat here by your side for a while with Fareeha glared at Olivia. But Olivia just looked bored about the whole thing."

"How did you figure it out?" I mumbled tiredly, watching her adorable face, and still sort of imagining vividly her mouth wrapped tightly around my dick.

She shrugged and turned on the tv, and began playing MvC2 against the computer, "You talk in your fever dreams…" she said, "By the way I'm flattered…" she gave me a grin, "But you really shouldn't think about my bum like that…"

"…Fever dream…" I stated as if it explained everything.

"Right…" she added with a small smile. I just listened to the sound of her pummeling Dan as I closed my eyes, trying to deaden the pain. "You know Scott." She began suddenly, "…If you need someone to talk to about your 'relationships', you can always talk to me."

"Wouldn't that be a little awkward?" I asked, aching slightly all over.

"More awkward than sleeping with most of the female faculty?" she replied as she won the battle.

"…Good point." I replied, "…Thanks, Ms. Oxton."

"It's cool luv." She replied heading into the next match. "Do you need anything?"

"…If Olivia, Angela or Fareeha come in and try to convince you to leave." I looked at her pitifully, "…please don't. I don't think my weakened body could take it."

"Get well soon Scott!" Ms. Song suddenly shouted over the tv as 'HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER' flashed across it. "Thinking of you while I- BERSERKER BARRAGE LENA!"

"Ah! You wanker!" Ms. Oxton shouted sounding insulted, "You're using turbo aren't you!?"

"…Man news travels fast…" I mumbled, and went right back to sleep, with far fewer fever dreams this time.

End