Disclaimer: Contains fictional material intended for adult audiences.
This story was done for a friend of mine, the wonderfully talented artist Psi. It follows events that fall outside the scope of his comic, St. Mercury's Academy. Do note that this story is not strictly canon. You also do not need to be familiar with the comic to understand this story, and indeed may spoil yourself if you read the comic first. I'd say this is not the usual type of story from me, but well it's already the second. Either way, I do hope you enjoy!
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St. Mercury's Academy for young women. A school with one principle in mind, nurturing the growth of only the best women in society. It was the rite of passage for any woman worth anything to pass through these doors and establish their place among the elite.
It was only natural then that Mary Tennyon would grace these halls for the third year, following in the footsteps of her mother. The stories her mother shared shaped Mary's childhood, inspiring tales of illustrious accomplishments like no other. The alumni spoke of the best years of her life with such reverence, eliciting a vivid notion of perfect elegance that guided Mary before she even stepped foot on the grounds herself.
The weight on our shoulders is heavy, my dear, but it must be endured. Your time there will hopefully allow you to understand your obligations as my daughter.
Mary had no intention of letting her mother down.
However, reality often had a way of disappointing. Truth be told, the school had become rather lax with its... exclusivity. Gone were the elegant noblewomen that Mary had come to expect. In their place was nothing more than commoners, those that not even ten years ago would have been laughed out of the building for holding any such aspirations of attending.
It shocked her at first, the stark contrast of what the school had become. How she wished she could have seen school during its glory days, where the goal of both professor and pupil was refinement.
But dwelling on such deficiencies was a fool's errand. The school may have changed, but the name Tennyon would not falter because of it. Her reign, much like her mother's, would be worthy of its own story for years to come. And this year would be the one in which she was given due recognition, regardless of its rocky beginnings.
The building itself was as regal as ever, much to her satisfaction. With vaulted ceilings, priceless artwork, and marble floors that shone with such beauty, owing to meticulous maintenance. It was a setting that suited Mary just fine as she walked the hallway.
If only it wasn't marred by the students that gossiped inside, like a rubber streak scraped along a stone floor.
"Good morning, Mary. You look pretty today."
Mary only gave the girl a knowing but dismissive grin, hardly slowing her pace as she strode past. Even though the poor girl was the same year as Mary, she had nothing to offer other than feeble attempts to better her standing by sucking up.
If anything, it was almost insulting that she had to make such a statement. Of course Mary looked great. Her perfect light brown hair, a stylish cut just shy of her shoulders, was done at a boutique that rivaled the school for exclusivity. Her perfect uniform, a standard outfit consisting of a blazer, tie, and skirt, was altered by the best tailor France had to offer to cover her perfect body. Her makeup, the way she moved, the way she laughed and smiled... Every last aspect of her life was faultless, and she didn't need others to point it out. One doesn't need to remind a lion of its strength, or a flower its beauty.
Unfortunately there were those that still didn't recognize this. Even after a month into the year, too few of the new students had learned who was in charge, who to respect, who to
fear
. That's why every day was important, each one an opportunity to calibrate their grasp of the school's hierarchy.
Your presence should be known at all times, and let it be formidable. Any weakness will stick out like a loose thread, and those of lesser repute will seek to unravel you to mend their own shortcomings.
As for the returning students... A break of any length shouldn't have been long enough for them to forget, for their own sake. There was one in particular that had been an egregious thorn in Mary's side, but she would be dealt with. And then...
A yawn caught Mary's attention. "Remind me why we needed to be here so early?" Sofia walked alongside Mary every day, the only other person in this school that was worth a damn. She was taller, by a good half foot, with long, dark, curly hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her beauty and style almost matched Mary's. The girl had Mary's respect, but still knew her place.
"To be seen," Mary said. "Don't let an extended weekend lull you into a sense of complacency." This year was going to be grand, Mary could feel it, and it would all turn around today. She saw herself, high above all others, surrounded by commoners showing their adoration. It filled Mary with such joy. "You stay up too late."
"More wise words from her, I take it?" Sofia asked, but Mary only shrugged her off. Sofia chose not to push the topic any further. Any criticisms about her mother were only met with excuses. With a stretch and an exerted voice, she said, "Weekends are a necessity, I'll be damned if I'm not going to make the most of them, with loud music, a house full of strangers, and plenty of booze. You should have come."
Mary scoffed. "I had more important things to do."
Sofia gave Mary a sly smile. "Things? Or was it just one
hard
thing? Do tell!"
Mary let out a practiced laugh. "What, you mean Colin? Puh-lease, I got what I needed from him and dumped him weeks ago. Kept begging for me to take him back until I blocked him. It was sad, and goes to show exactly why it had to happen."
The largest frustration, not to put it lightly, for most of the student body was the complete ban on any males on the premises. Not that Mary wanted to share this space with the likes of men. No, the refinement, the core purpose of the school, would still be reserved for women alone. But that didn't mean the lesser sex wouldn't have their uses. Servants served a purpose, after all.
The downside was that even after two dominant years at the school, the only dicking Mary could get was when she made the trip back home. That is if you didn't count the faux representation she kept in her nightstand. The next few months would be dry, with nary a cock in sight, but she was more than capable of persevering. And then she'd find someone else to use in the interim, nothing more than a biological sex toy.
"And you didn't tell me right away?!" Sofia said through another yawn.
"He wasn't important."
Your value in this world is as much about who you are as it is about who you associate with. Never limit yourself through anyone unable to add to that value.
"So..." Sofia stopped, wringing her hands as she averted her eyes to anywhere but Mary's face. "Are you saying he's available now?"
Mary sighed. "If you're going after my table scraps, there are better ones to choose. He was barely serviceable. He's beneath you."
"
If only
," Sofia thought, and was glad to not have said it out loud. "So what
were
you doing, then?"
The thought of her experiences over the last few days brought a devilish grin to Mary's face. "Preparing. Planning."
