Broken Cycles: Hive of Body & Spirit (Commission) 1 (Patreon)

Taylor eyed the new teacher. He was tall, clean shaven, brown hair, and looked like a stereotypical teacher. That wasn’t what had her attention though. It was the fact that he was a cape. Or at least, that was the only reason she could think of for him to have a few hundred bugs inside his body. More than that, while she could feel them, for the first time since The Locker, there were some bugs that she couldn’t control.

Glancing back down at her homework, she wrote down some more notes on the report she’d been assigned in History that day. Did something that happened less than a month and a half ago count as history? Regardless, it was something that was assigned, so she was sitting here, in “detention” with a couple newspapers on the Death of Scion.

The first of January, above the Arctic Circle, there’d been an explosion of some kind, large enough that the shockwaves had been felt all the way down into Maine. The last sighting of Scion had placed him in the rough general area, and he hadn’t been seen since. More than that, with his disappearance, there’d been a… change, in the world.

There’d been new Capes, a subset of people turned into what PHO had dubbed ‘furries’, some animals had grown and mutated into monstrous versions of themselves, and then that night in Brockton Bay there’d been a giant serpentine dragon that had appeared in the sky before turning into seven beams of light that shot off into the horizon.

Glancing back up at the instructor, Mr. Smith didn’t even look up from the papers he was grading as he said, “Part of the arrangement of this was that you’d complete your assignments, not stare like I am a puzzle to be figured out, Miss Hebert.”

Taylor looked back down, starting on the report itself. She managed to get through the report, her Algebra homework, and start on her English assignment before the time was up. She handed them to Mr. Smith as he stood up. He flipped through them briefly, before nodding and leading her to the door of the classroom.

It was late, late enough that Taylor stuck close to him as they walked through Winslow. There weren’t any students in the school, except for her. Even the various sports teams had gone home by this point. To her surprise, Mr. Smith didn’t head to the parking lot. Instead, she watched as he stopped by two different classrooms and placed her completed assignments in the filing cabinets.

“Mr. Smith?” Taylor asked as he closed the door to Mrs. Brown’s class, where she had Algebra.

“Yes, Miss Hebert?” was his response, alongside a single raised eyebrow.

“…nothing, sir,” she said at last.

That had been one of the things that set him apart from the other teachers. From day one, he had stated that the only acceptable means of address for him were either Mr. Smith or Sir. Along with telling the students that he wasn’t there to be their friend, he was there to make sure they learned.

“Our arrangement was I would ensure that your bullies would be unable to destroy any assignments you completed,” he said, apparently knowing what she had been planning to ask. “It is much more difficult for that to happen if the assignments are already handed in.”

“I…” Taylor paused, swallowing the lump in her throat. This didn’t make sense, she couldn’t think of a single teacher who’d come close to putting the good things that they’d said into action. “Thank you, sir.”

He simply nodded, leading her out of Winslow and locking the door behind him. Taylor was curious, but didn’t ask how he’d gotten the key. Walking with him towards the parking lot, where there was a single, tan pickup that looked to be older than her.

“Put your backpack in the bed of the truck,” Mr. Smith said as he unlocked the driver’s side door.

“Sir? The bus…” Taylor began with a start, more than a little surprised. They’d both left Winslow, she was no longer his responsibility.

She trailed off at the stern look on Mr. Smith’s face, standing still as he said, “You are my student, Miss Hebert. That means that your safety is my concern. I am more than familiar with what kind of city Brockton Bay is, so if you provide directions I will drop you off at your house.”

Taylor hesitated for a moment before nodding and walking towards the truck. She knew that Mr. Smith was right. Brockton Bay was known for its criminal activities and the dangers that lurked in its alleys. She had experienced it first-hand when she was bullied relentlessly in school.

Once she had put her backpack in the bed of the truck, she got into the passenger seat. Mr. Smith started the engine and drove out of the school's parking lot.

They drove in silence for a few minutes, with Taylor giving him directions to her house. She couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something else going on. Mr. Smith had an air of mystery around him that made her curious.

As they approached her house, Taylor turned to him and said, “Thank you for the ride, sir. I appreciate it.”

Mr. Smith parked the truck in front of her house and turned off the engine. He turned to her and said, “You are welcome, Miss Hebert. I will see you in class tomorrow.”

Mr. Smith waited until Taylor watched her enter her house, avoiding the rotten step, and then drove away. She watched through the window as he left, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to figure out what the catch was. Because there was always a catch, people didn’t do things for others, especially not for her.

Pushing that thought aside for a bit, Taylor put her backpack in her room before heading to the single computer they had to use the internet. She got onto PHO and started looking for new Capes in Brockton Bay. There were a glut of them, in the month and a half since Scion’s Death. The PRT and Wards had gotten ten between the two of them, the Merchants had gotten three, the Empire five, while the ABB had two.

Most of the new capes all seemed to be low tier Brutes and Movers, but one of the new Empire capes, Ossuary, had some kind of bone manipulation power, and another in the ABB, Yokai, had a shadow manipulating power. But nothing about a new cape with bugs. Which didn’t make sense, why would he stay in the shithole that was Winslow when he could join the Protectorate?

She’d seen conservative estimates online of what Protectorate members made, and it blew a teacher’s salary out of the water. So he clearly wasn’t doing it for money. He wasn’t doing it to feel popular, his attitude precluded that. And the one time she saw a girl try to give him a peek down her shirt in an attempt to manipulate him… Taylor didn’t hear what was said, but he had her running away with tears in her eyes without having raised his voice at all.

That was all on top of offering her a place to work on her homework without it being at risk of the Trio ruining it, under the guise of it being a “detention” to keep them from realizing. But why? Why was he doing this?

“Taylor?” her dad’s voice came from downstairs.

Closing the browser, Taylor stood and made her way downstairs. Her dad was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked up as she entered the room and gave her a smile.

“How was school today, honey?” he asked.

“It was fine,” Taylor replied, taking a seat across from him. “Just the usual.”

“That’s good,” her dad said. “Did you have any trouble with the Trio?”

“No,” Taylor said, shaking her head. “Mr. Smith made sure they stayed away.”

“Mr. Smith?” her dad asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“He’s a new teacher,” Taylor explained. “He’s been really helpful.”

Her dad nodded, sipping his coffee. They chatted for a bit longer before Taylor excused herself to her room. She still couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something off about Mr. Smith.

As Taylor lay in bed that night, she couldn't help but think about Mr. Smith. She had never seen a teacher like him before, one who actually cared about his students and went out of his way to help them.

But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that there was something else about him that intrigued her. There was a sense of power and mystery that seemed to surround him, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Taylor's mind wandered as she thought about what it would be like to get close to Mr. Smith, to unravel the mystery that he seemed to be hiding. She couldn't deny the attraction that she felt towards him, despite the fact that he was her teacher and more than twice her age.

The thought of being with him made her heart race, and she found herself getting wet between her legs as her futa cock swelled. She reached down and began touching herself, imagining that Mr. Smith was there with her, his strong hands on her body, his lips on hers.

Her fingers found her clit, just under her dick, and she began rubbing it furiously while her other hand began stroking her futahood, her eyes closed as she imagined Mr. Smith taking her. She imagined that he was there with her, his arms around her as he held her close. Taylor's fingers moved faster as she thought about letting Mr. Smith take her, giving her virginity to him.

She imagined his hands on her body, fingers teasing her nipples as he sucked and nibbled on her neck. She moaned softly as she thought about having him inside of her, filling her up. She was dripping wet now, and she rubbed her fingers up and down her slit, imagining Mr. Smith's cock rubbing against her.

Taylor's fingers rubbed against her clit as she imagined Mr. Smith pounding into her from behind, his hands on her hips as he pulled her back into his thrusts. She could feel herself coming closer, her thighs already starting to quiver as she approached her peak.

Her fingers rubbed faster and faster against her clit as Mr. Smith continued to pound into her, his hands gripping her hips tight enough to leave marks as he drove deeper and deeper into her. She could feel her orgasm building inside of her, her breathing becoming ragged as she imagined what it would feel like to have him claim her.

Her fantasy filled her head, and Taylor gasped as she came, her cock exploding as she imagined what it would be like to have Mr. Smith's cum fill her up. Her futa cock throbbed, sending shots of sticky cum into the sheets, as she orgasmed. She rode out her orgasm, her cock still twitching as it pumped her cum into the bed sheets.

As she came down from her orgasm, Taylor's mind went back to Mr. Smith, and she realized that she was going to have to figure out a way to get closer to him.

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The next morning, Taylor got up and made her way downstairs. Her dad had already left for work, and she had enough time to get the sheets she’d dirtied into the washing machine and grab some toast before heading to the bus stop.

When the bus arrived at Winslow, Taylor felt a shiver go down her spine as she saw Mr. Smith's truck in the parking lot. Her traitorous mind provided an image of him bending her over the hood, and she shoved it aside. Even if another part of her mind filed that thought away for tonight's fantasy.