Leetco: Simon's Tail

Simon slammed into the lockers, her bully's hands gripping the vest of her school uniform. She smiled even as the air left her lungs, the eighteen-year-old spotting the dean of students trying to work her way through the crowd towards them. She was very careful not to focus on that as to give away the incoming pain. "So Marsha? You still pissed that I don't like you now that I'm legal?" she teased the other girl.

"Shut up you fucking dyke, the dean isn't here to save you this time. You fucking scholarship shits think you have a right to be here. Well you don't. Seeing your face just pisses me off, and I can't help but want to wipe that smile off your face." Marsha practically spat onto the pink-hair lesbian.

Simon rolled her eyes, the girl was only here because her father had dirt on the headmistress. Otherwise, Marsha would have been expelled ages ago for her antics. Simon shifted her weight and let the bully react using their own instinct to keep her pinned to her favor. Mid-shift Marsha realized what was happening as Simon lined her bully's back to the incoming dean. A fat fist sailed towards Simon's face as expected. She caught it and twisted on Marsha's wrist putting her into an arm-bar facing the Dean in a single deft movement. She deftly dodged an unstable kick to her shins as the bully realized they'd been played; their posse had scattered without even giving them any warning.

The Dean's face could only be described as 'disappointment'. It wasn't that she wasn't aware of the situation, it was that she couldn't do much about it. The politics of the prestigious academy being what they were. Money was power and while Simon was whip smart, the fact she was a lesbian and very much out of the closet as well as being one of the scholarship girls painted a very large target on her. The bully struck first "Ms. Anson, Simon was trying to mug me! She's an absolute menace. I demand you expel her this instant, or I'll have your job!"

"You'll do no such thing." The dean's words carried the certainty of both a long time school administrator used to rich brats and a licensed lawyer. "Simon, I saw and heard the whole thing. I see the self-defense lessons didn't go to waste. The headmistress will be happy about that. As you didn't start anything and only acted in pure self-defense this won't count against your probation." The dean sighed. The bully had nearly gotten the prize pupil expelled through goading her into fights after the 'usual methods' of pressure hadn't worked.

The bully's face fell; "But, you saw her attack me! She's a menace!" they protested. The look on the dean's face transitioned from 'disappointment' to 'wrath' and Simon could feel the bully shiver in fear as she let them go and stepped back. The other students in the hall were scurrying away to class to avoid the dean's anger.

"What I saw was an unprovoked attack on a student by yourself. I have three different staff who alerted me to you seeking out that student deliberately. I have a separate report from another probationary student that you planned to try to get Simon expelled today, so she couldn't graduate and take her scholarship to university. Something might I remind you she earned as the top student in the entire

school

. She has only been on probation due to your own machinations and her prior lack of self-defense training. Something the headmistress and I saw fit to rectify this past holiday. Placing you into an arm-bar to prevent an assault is not considered fighting under the rules. However, initiating a fight

is

, and having seen it with my own eyes and recorded it with the security system the academy is forced to take action with the initiator. As you might recall, you are also on probation Marsha. Having been caught smoking, caught with contraband, and been involved in bullying incidents prior."

"As such you are hereby summarily expelled" the headmistress' voice interjected as her heels clicked against the tile of the hallway. "Marsha, I just got off the phone with your father. He's incredibly disappointed with you." She turned to Simon "get to class, you may only have half a day left here, but you should finish it properly."

Simon nodded and brushed her short pink hair out of her face and

walked

quickly away.

Clouds traced through the sky as she lay in the grass. She had expected more from university. The engineering school was quite prestigious, and she felt disappointed that she could have taught the classes as a freshman. It also seemed like her sophomore year hadn't changed much. It all felt so perfunctory. The sonorous chuckle of one of her professors brought her out of her thoughts. "Beautiful day isn't it Simon." he smiled at her as she pushed herself up onto her elbows.

She gave him a half smile and shaded her emerald green eyes from the sun. She didn't understand how he could always be so cheery. Life in her experience rather sucked, particularly if you were different. "I guess you could say that sir." she responded as he made his way over.

"I guess I could, and I will!" he laughed. "It's a nice warm day, not too hot or cold. The grass is perfect to lay in and ponder the mysteries of the universe. Also, I got you to smile, that alone was worth it. Because Simon, when you smile it doesn't matter how many clouds there are in the sky. The sun shines through." He teased her with a twinkle in his eye.

She laughed at that "I guess it's easier to smile when I have something to smile about." she retorted.

"About that, I talked to your advisor. Your other professors and I think that it would be best to move you to an accelerated graduate program. Undergrad is an absolute waste of your time. The only caveat is you will have to assist in teaching the undergrads. We checked your scores, you probably know the material better than most of us!" he laughed, making light of the fact the professors were mostly focused on their research.

She ran her tanned hand through her hair trying to take it all in. She shifted to a seated position, her legs tucked under herself. "But I don't have..." she started to object.

"You don't need a lesson plan." He interjected. "The TAs and I have watched you for a year; you de-facto taught your recitations last year. Your sections' test scores were forty percent above the rest. And anything you might be missing we'll help out with, so you won't be lacking support. We're not blind old farts Simon, I mean... I am," he chuckled at his own self-deprecation. "But, even I'm not

that

blind. As for your degree," He held up a hand as she started to object "the faculty thinks you'd be better off on an accelerated Ph.D. program. You graduate that, you'll have all your requirements. You in?" He asked.

She was flabbergasted, this was completely unexpected. Her mind raced a million different places "Ph.D. sir? That seems to be getting ahead of myself don't you think?"

"No." He cleared his throat. "Your term paper raised eyebrows. Human-machine interfaces? Simon that paper would have been good as a Master's thesis. The head of department and I have checked your work three times now. It more than checks out. If you want to pursue it, you can. We want to enable you on this. But if you want to spend hours bored in lecture...." he trailed off, making it clear it was her choice. But, he thought she'd be foolish to not take the opportunity.

"What about grants and funding?" She asked, normally Ph.D.s were fully funded by grants. It was the hidden secret about grad school. It wasn't really about the topic it was about the money. The school took a thirty percent cut of any funding before anyone else could touch it.

"What about the grants?" He asked. His cheerful smile had turned devious, and she raised an eyebrow in query. "You really should read the terms of your scholarship better." He suggested. "I'll be in my office when you have your answer." He said waving goodbye and heading off.

She flomped back into the grass, her mind racing. Opportunities like this didn't come by often. Much less unasked for. She pushed herself back up and pulled her tablet from her book satchel. She searched her email for the scholarship documents. The young engineer knew she had a mandatory internship, but she thought that was the only quirk.

It took a few minutes of searching before she found the language:

The scholar is hereby granted all funds, tuition, research funding, expenses necessary to further their education in addition to the aforementioned personal stipend. The University shall forward all necessary funding requests to LeetCo™️ directly without requirement on the scholar. LeetCo™️ reserves the right to challenge extraneous expenses without note or explanation, however no limit shall be placed on the total financial benefit to the scholar. LeetCo™️ further reserves the right to challenge any expense that does not benefit the scholar.

Her jaw dropped. Scholarships weren't usually a blank check. She'd just assumed it was tuition, room and board, and the stipend. But it was clearly far more than that. She shoved the tablet into her bag and raced to his office.

She leaned against the wall outside catching her breath, wiping her sweat soaked bangs out of her eyes. The door next to her creaked open. Simon's eyes darted over to the opening portal. A chocolate brown face poked out of it, beautiful brown eyes over luscious lips that were smiling at her. Her heart melted. She'd had crushes before, but this was something else all together. Her entire world turned upside down when that beauty spoke. "Simon? I'm Sierra, the professor thought we should collaborate if you're interested."

Simon smiled, at that moment all the clouds in her life parted, and the sun had come out. "I think I'd like that" she said softly. She didn't quite know what had just happened. But she hoped it would never end.

Sierra's head lay in her lap, the other engineer's eyes closed with a smile on her face. Simon could scarce believe they had just met earlier. "Sierra...do you..." She couldn't find the words and the whole thing felt surreal.

"Mmhm, it happened to me too when you smiled. It was like I had found a piece of myself I didn't know was missing." Sierra murmured softly.

"Oh..." Simon said still lacking words. Sierra just leaned up and kissed her on the lips. The spark they'd shared before bloomed from smoldering embers into a full-fledged inferno as their lips locked together. Without even realizing it their tongues danced together in an embrace of passion. When the kiss finally broke they looked each other in the eyes. Simon spoke first "Can I say 'I love you'? We met literally just this morning. This feels both entirely too fast and yet entirely as it should be." She said through a smile as her fingers traced over the perfect ebony cheek.

"You can, never believed in 'love at first sight' or any of that sappy crap," Sierra laughed, rolling her eyes "and then it happens to me. I'm scared of somehow being unworthy of you, of disappointing you, or of betraying you." she trailed off Simon's finger now resting on her bee-stung lips.

"Let's make a deal then, we're both human... right?" Simon asked and Sierra nodded yes. "Then I swear I'll forgive you anything as long as you'll let me love you and be with you. Because I'm not sure right now I can live without you." She said the sunshine of her smile had not dimmed since she'd met Sierra.

"I do, will you grant me the same?" Moisture formed in Sierra's eyes. While Simon wore her heart on her sleeve, Sierra did not, and Simon wasn't a fool. But, at that moment Sierra's entire heart was open to her, and it never seemed to close after that.

Simon nodded in confirmation "Of course", before squeezing Sierra tightly. "Now can I ask a serious question?"

Sierra nodded yes, assuming it was about their rather rushed relationship.

"Why is a lewd toy company giving us both scholarships with blank checks?" The pink haired engineer hit Sierra with a massive non-sequitur, causing her to break down laughing. Sierra stopped immediately as she started to see Simon's smile fade.

"Sorry, please don't stop smiling" she said smooching Simon on the cheek. "I just really, really wasn't expecting that question. Also, to answer it... we'll need to go see my mom. Do you mind waiting until tomorrow? The gates will be open then."

Simon nodded softly, she didn't know why going to see Sierra's mum was relevant but given the oath they'd just sworn to each other she wasn't going to gainsay it. She needed to trust her heart and Sierra.

Sierra shook Simon awake. "Hey sunshine, sorry to wake you so early. But, we should get going ASAP. The gate is about a three-hour drive."

Simon mumbled something unintelligible and nodded, realizing she'd fallen asleep in Sierra's bed. She stumbled off with some guidance in the general direction of the shower. The pair slipping into the tiny stall together. The warm water slowly waking Simon up as they scrubbed each other. The pair emerged a few minutes later. Simon finding Sierra had gone down to her room and grabbed her a change of clothes and some breakfast.

It was about that time that Simon realized she was completely naked in Sierra's room and that Sierra was also naked as the day she was born. Yet she felt no shame at all. "You're damn sexy, did anyone ever tell you that?" she murmured between bites as Sierra pulled out her own outfit. Her chocolate bottom wobbling a bit.

"Nobody who mattered or that I'd believe it from until now." Sierra retorted before grabbing a sip of coffee.

Breakfast disappeared quickly. The pair finding themselves in Sierra's car heading down the highway. The journey wasn't very interesting; and Simon fell asleep dreaming rather lewd dreams about Sierra, she wanted to dive into those luscious chocolate thighs. Another soft shake woke her up "We're here, and if you want me to sit on your face that badly you'll dream about it out loud I can probably arrange that." She teased Simon for sleep talking, the pink haired engineer's cheeks flushing brighter than her hair.

She got out of the car and stretched with closed eyes. When she opened them her jaw dropped. "Sierra... where are we?" She asked dumbfounded at what her eyes saw. Before her was what appeared to be a massive bowl or crater lined with buildings and terraces. Trees and greenery heavily covering the upper levels. The lower ones looking decidedly more industrial.

"We're at the factory, specifically the LeetCo factory. HEY MOM!!!" The ebony engineer called out to a woman approaching them in a skin tight neoprene looking suit with boots. Simon would swear she was Sierra's twin or sister as she came closer into view. "Simon, this is Gina, my mom. She works here as a researcher on 'C' tier." Sierra introduced them.

"About that love... I was going to call you later and give you the news when you texted me you were on the way down. So I figured I'd wait until you arrived. Your mother is now part of the 'Warders of Tartarus' as of this morning." Gina smiled.

Simon tried to make any sense of this. "Warder of what now?" she asked confused.

Gina looked askance at her daughter "You didn't explain anything yet did you?"

Sierra shook her head "No, I figured it was easier to see than to tell."

Gina nodded "Well then, no time like the present! Simon was it?" she asked, the pink haired engineer nodding yes. "Welcome to the LeetCo factory. It's more than that; but you could probably tell that your self, couldn't you?" Simon nodded.

"Good I'd be worried if the mistress had picked one that wasn't razor sharp." Gina chuckled as they made their way into the tree lined terrace around the upper edge. The buildings surrounding them looked like homes and businesses. A woman paused to kiss Gina on the way, and Simon could swear she saw a massive bulge in her rather tight pants. The more she looked, the more seemed just slightly off. Not in bad ways, just different and most particularly lewd ways.

"Did she? Sorry I'm being rude." Simon started and then cut herself off as she stared before turning away.

"She did. The mistress has her reasons for picking people, but you'll find not a single one was a mistake." Gina explained without even a note of sarcasm. She then turned to the cause of Simon's flushed cheeks "Before you blush too hard she has eighteen inches of futanari horse cock. Yes she is also a fully functioning hermaphrodite. She happens to be Sierra's sire too." Gina said as if this was perfectly normal. Simon was very quickly catching on that this was a very special place.

Simon's eyes flicked between mother and daughter.

"She's my sire, not my father. Just because my mom got pregnant by her doesn't mean much. They'd pre-agreed on that. That said she's a lot of fun to be around." Sierra explained, Simon just nodded. Society had taught her there wasn't supposed to be a difference between the two, clearly that wasn't always the case.

Gina laughed seeing Simon's confusion, "I think you'll find Simon, that this place operates on 'no harm, no foul'. Her sire and I... we enjoy each other's company; but we were never in love. Without the economic pressures of normal society we never felt the need to be trapped in a loveless marriage. I wanted a daughter and we were friends. She offered and I accepted. It's really that simple."

Simon nodded, the concept of all of this was easy to grasp. It was more the mechanics and dissonance with her upbringing she had to reconcile. Her own mother had been largely absent; working two to three jobs just to make ends meet. If not for a teacher in elementary who'd spotted Simon's brilliance early she'd probably have ended up on the streets. Her mother's death from a botched mugging when she was in 8th grade had left her completely alone in the world. From there on out life had been a constant battle as an orphan. She'd had to grow up very fast, fortunately some of her school administrators had kept an eye on her. But it hadn't been easy.

"I think the mechanics of 'how' at this point are more what I'm wondering. How did she get an eighteen-inch pussy destroyer? How did you not die from that? And how were you able to raise Sierra alone? My mum barely was able to feed us before...." Simon trailed off, the pain of the loss resurfacing.

Gina walked up and squeezed Simon recognizing the pain. "Let's start in reverse order. Twenty-five years ago I was a young engineer looking for a job after graduating from university with more loans than I could possibly afford. I spotted an ad in a dead-tree newspaper, after I'd been turned down by literally everybody else because I'm black, for a sex toy company. That company was called LeetCo. Much like yourself I had no idea who or what they were. So I applied and to my surprise they asked when I could start." Gina paused and took a breath.

"I remember the first time I saw the factory. Much like you, I was... overwhelmed. But my new boss pointed out that if I wanted I could move into employee housing rent-free. They also offered to pay my loans if I worked for them for a few years. So I did. By the time my loans were paid off I'd fallen in love with the company. So I stayed." Gina led them to a lab on 'B' tier opening the roller doors and letting them in.

"As for how I survived a cunt destroyer like that." The engineer tossed what looked like a piece of black latex carpet over to Simon. She caught it, and it immediately started to tease and grope her fingers. She marveled how the millions of tentacles attached to it moved. A warm tingle spread from where ever it touched. Her labia below starting to moisten quickly. "You can feel it already as you toy with that tentacle lined corruptive latex."

"Feel what?" Simon asked looking up.

"Corruptive, you feel the warm pleasurable tingle against your fingers, the growing heat downstairs?" Gina asked, Simon blushing and nodding. "Corruptive is amazing stuff. When humans are exposed to it in low concentrations we grow extraordinarily resilient. Wounds heal in minutes, things that would ordinarily cause massive destruction are simply not an issue. Things like riding an eighteen-inch horse cock. So it's quite easy to not die under the right circumstances."