Twilight Sparkle hastily made her way through the library, trying to find a more secluded area to read before the place became packed with students... students that would mock and judge her...
The worst part was that she wasn't in any normal school. No, that would at least make things bearable. She was in "Celestia's Academy for Gifted Sorceresses", an all-girls academy where only the most talented mages could attend. This wouldn't have been too big of a problem for Twilight if it weren't for one small thing...
She was a futanari.
Ever since she found out about her... "uniqueness" as her parents put it, she'd been trying to gain acceptance in some way or another. Sadly though, no one wanted to be associated with "the chick with a dick" as they so elegantly put it. All the girls refused to talk to her or even be seen with her. In class, no one wanted to sit anywhere close to her, often taunting her by whispering things like "tranny" behind her back.
Needless to say, her school life sucked.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Twily the Tranny~"
...and it was all because of her.
Twilight mentally groaned as she turned to face the source of the obnoxious voice; Trixie, who leaned against the wall with a wide smirk on her face. As a mage, Trixie was the upcoming star of the Academy, having become famous for her skill with prodigy-level magic and academic achievement. Trixie herself was quite beautiful; she had large voluptuous breasts that she always seemed to find new ways around the dress code to show, and she also wore a lovely thigh length skirt that swished as she moved (there were a few times where Twilight wondered if she was secretly an exhibitionist with all the skin she was showing).
Of course, talent and good looks didn't translate to her having a nice personality, as Twilight had had the unfortunate fate of finding out a month ago. A bitter memory came back as she remembered when Trixie first found out about her secret. She'd been changing in the locker-room, having purposely come in late to avoid anyone spotting said "third leg". Unfortunately for her, Trixie just had to come in late and catch her in the middle of changing.
Naturally, Twilight had begged her not to tell anyone, and Trixie agreed... in exchange for the young mage doing several "favors" for her over the course of the next month, most of which involved doing her homework, running several errands for her while she basked in the popularity her status brought her...
And then when the month was up, she'd told everyone anyway!
Or rather as she put it, she'd "accidentally" let the info slip to one of her friends who just "happened" to be a gossiper!
She could still remember her smug, arrogant tone as she talked down to her that day. "Trixie only said that Trixie wouldn't tell everyone if you'd do a few favors for her for a month. Since the month wasn't up yet, I had every right to say what I wanted. And as for my gossiping friend, it's not my fault she had no such limitations."
Twilight, in a fit of rage, had attempted to cast a spell on her, one that would have any food she ate taste rotten and expired for a week, but she had gotten a harsh reminder of how powerful she was in the form of getting blasted into a nearby water fountain... by her weakest offensive spell.
Needless to say, confronting her directly was a bad idea.
"So how is your third leg, by the way?" Trixie's arrogant voice brought Twilight out of her thoughts... and a small fantasy of her spell actually working back then. "Is the chick with a dick so much of a pervert that she gets nice and hard just from being in Trixie's presence?"
Twilight growled in anger as she glared at her, small sparks of magic dancing around her knuckles. "As if I'd ever be remotely interested in someone like YOU. I'm more surprised that anyone would."
Trixie frowned and pursed her lips. "Well then, Sparkle, let's see how many lovers you've had compared to Trixie... oh wait, none, because nobody likes a tranny..." She smirked gently as she turned around, swishing her hips rather seductively if only to flaunt her raw sex-appeal in Twilight's face, just to insult her on a more physical level. "...especially one as homely and depraved as you... after all, who would want a creeper who jerks off to their fellow students?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder with taunting smile.
"Wh-what?!" stammered Twilight in shock and disgust. "I would NEVER-"
"And do you really think anyone here cares about whatever flimsy excuse you could come up with?" Trixie interrupted, silencing the young mage. "So I suggest that unless you want rumors like that to start spreading, I suggest you get used to doing more favors for me and my friends... otherwise..." She left that threat hanging in the air as she made her way to the door, her high heels echoing down the hall as she left the library.