"Good god, look at her!"
"What a cow!"
"Ugh, how can she handle those?"
Dana ignored the barely whispered comments about her bust line. Sporting a hefty 48H cup bust, the girl simply smiled at the would-be tormentors, gave her shoulders a slight twist, and her full breasts jiggled wildly and then smiled sweetly.
"At least I know I could get any of your boyfriends if I tried." The other girls were silent and glared at her as she left the locker room, headed to meet her boyfriend, Justin. He smiled broadly as she left the college gym, and jogged over to her. The martial arts and track student embraced his girlfriend warmly. "How're you, beautiful?"
"I'm pretty good. Classes were good, Yoga was relaxing and fulfilling as usual."
"You know that new student? The weird girl?"
"The one who most of the wannabe Goths were begging to join them?"
"Yeah. She joined the martial arts club."
"And? What about it?" The semi-short girl cuddled against Justin, sitting next to him on the bleachers.
"Well, she's damned good- she can really lay down some serious pain on some poor soul. I still stayed on the top of the ranking list, though."
"So you're still #1?"
"Yep!" He smiled at her fondly. "Hey, look! There she is!" Justin pointed across the football field.
A woman, slender, slightly tall, athletic, skin that was as pale as either of them had ever seen.
There was an air of casual indifference about her- the way she moved, and her clothes, especially. Slightly baggy denim pants, faded camouflage colored adorned her hips and legs, the waist of the jeans too loose to stay up yet somehow staying up. A black t-shirt covered her torso, the styled lettering on the front proclaiming "Digital Angel", and a pair of circuit board wings adorned the back of the garment. The hem of the shirt had been cut high, exposing a slender midriff and the barest glimpse of the undersides of her breasts, full and round, though not very large- B or C cup sized. A gray baseball cap rested on her head, long silver/white hair done up in a loose ponytail hung out the back of the cap, and a pair of glasses- wire frames, circular lenses, blue tint- rested on her nose. Tiny ear bud headphones were in her ears and she hummed as she walked across the soccer field.
Shouts and jeers were heard- there was a soccer practice in progress on the field and her walking around on the field was interrupting it. She was dancing, moving to the melody playing on her headphones, and anyone familiar with anime would note that she dodged and weaved among the players and the flying ball as Spike Spiegel of Cowboy Bebop fame would effortlessly flow through a fight without taking a hit. When she was a little over halfway across the field, the players started simply trying to hit her with the soccer balls, and still she avoided all of them, dancing, her body in fluid motion.
Once she'd crossed the field, shouts, curse and taunts were thrown at here even more relentlessly than the soccer balls previously had. She smiled, faced the crowd, bowed in time for one last soccer ball to go over her head, turned, and continued her dancing walk.
"She's crazy." Dana shook her head.
"No, she's not human."
"You think so?"
"Yeah, she was double jointed in places it's not possible on a human body. Didn't you see?"
"You mean I kicked the crap out of a nonhuman in martial arts today? SWEET!"
"Justin! I thought you had an open mind about stuff like that!"
"Hey, I do, baby, it's just... I mean, hell, most of the nonhuman races outrank us poor mortals on the physical ability charts, y'know? So it's gratifying to know I can even top a nonhuman. Which race do you think she is?"
"Well, she's too pale to be a nightelf, and she's not a Sheen, there's not enough metal showing, and it's obvious she's not a nekomimi, so I'm thinking elf or flier."
"Ah."
"That's all you have to say, love?"
"Well, I'm just a little surprised- I never really thought about it." Justin's embracing hands were slowly moving towards Dana's breasts, and she shied away.
"Justin, don't. Please."
"Sorry, Dana."
"Look, I have class, I'll see you tonight, ok?"
"The Gym, right?"
"Right!"
"All right, baby girl."
The two separated and went their separate ways.
Later that night...
Bam! Pow! WHAM!
The sounds of someone exercising using a punching bag echoed through the gym. Justin had arrived early, to surprise Dana and he cursed under his breath. Sarah was in the middle of the workout room in the gym- granted, it was secluded and you couldn't see out unless the door was open (which it was) and even then on a narrow view of the hallway was afforded. Justin simply hoped that Sarah's kickboxing would be noisy enough to prevent her from hearing Justin and Dana. Justin crept under the bleachers on the basketball court, smiling to himself as he looked down on the small air mattress he'd brought in. Perhaps tonight was the night.
"Justin!" Dana's voice hissed from somewhere under the bleachers. Justin met up with her in moments. "Was having her here part of your surprise?"
"No, actually. I'm surprised anyone's up this late."
"Well, we're up."
"True, Dana." Justin sat down on the mattress and pulled Dana into his lap. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired." Dana sighed, stifling a yawn- she'd spent much of the day dashing back and forth across campus, and she was exhausted. Justin smiled slightly, easing her into a prone position on the mattress, and then cuddles next to her.
"So take a nap, I'll be here for you."
"Really? Thanks, Justin." She smiled a little, and closed her eyes, her breathing becoming even and slow as she meditated, resting her body and mind without actually sleeping.
Justin thought she WAS sleeping and took an opportunity to grope her. Dana gasped and flinched, sitting up. "Is that what this was all about? Getting close enough to me so you could feel me up?"
Justin glared, "We've been going out for two months now, and you haven't let me do more than hug you, let alone do anything else! Why the hell won't you put out, bitch? That's what a girlfriend DOES!"
Off in the far end of the Gym, the sounds of kickboxing had slowed some. Justin pinned Dana and pulled at her shirt. The garment, already tight and strained from her overlarge breasts, tore easily. Her pants were removed with a bit more trouble, but he kept the now almost nude girl pinned the whole time and grinned, dropping his pants.
"Justin, no, please."
"Shut it, bitch!" He glared and shoved a piece of the fabric from her shirt into her mouth, gagging her, and grinned wickedly. "If you won't give it, then I'll take it."
"I'd rather take YOU." A slightly deep feminine voice came from behind Justin as a large, slender pale hand landed on his shoulder. It took a half second for Justin to realize that the kickboxing noises had stopped and that the voice belonged to Sarah. In the time it took him to figure that out, he'd been lifted, bodily, off the floor by Sarah, who held him up with one hand, and was glaring at him, her eyes glowing with energy. Justin was too terrified to notice that the girl was also topless. "It's scum like you that make all my practice worth it- it's so frikkin SATISFYING to kick the ass of someone like you." *CRACK!* Her bare left foot swung up impossibly fast and crashed into Justin's left hip. She dropped him and he fell to the floor, nursing the point of impact. She stepped forwards, and Justin lashed out with his foot, toppling her by surprise.
"Ah, bluffs and tricks, Justin. Really, I'd expect more from you." The two engaged in a quick battle, and Justin held his own for a while. Sarah was starting to lose ground, bruises forming from the multitude of hits on her body. Dana, watching had pulled what she could of her shirt over her front, and as Justin began to dominate the fight, her fear began to return. Then Sarah spoke something in a language Dana didn't recognize, and lightning flashed around Sarah's body, crackling and hissing and she began to land punches and kicks as fast as the lightning around her moved, and Justin began to lose ground, nursing electrical burns on the bruises the punches were giving him. After only a few minutes, he could barely move, and couldn't stand. Sarah landed her heel on the back of his head and knocked him out, the electricity fading from around her body.
She walked over, and knelt beside Dana, looking her over. "You okay? Did he hurt you any?"
She looked up at the pale woman and nodded slightly before breaking down and crying. "I-I-I've never had anyone do that before," she whimpered as she clung to the last remaining bits of shirt, in a vain effort to cover herself
She sighed, helping the girl up. "I'm surprised at that- most guys would kill to touch a pair as big as yours. Can you stand?"
