Carmen frowned as she brushed her hair. It was longer than it should be since her haircut a few weeks ago, brushing against her shoulders, and darker too, as if it were still damp from last night's bath. She shrugged it off, concluding that puberty was to blame, and finished readying herself for the day. A part of her looked forward to returning to school for more than just resuming her education. Dakota would be there. Her first friend since high school began.
The honour student glanced down at her desk. It was a mess, with a mix of hers and Melody's possessions and work scattered about in piles. They kept to their sides, that being their only attempt at organisation. Just below the surface, in one of the few intact drawers, rested the Futa Note. Melody knew not to pry, despite her persistent curiosity, yet Carmen feared the day that the book was discovered. How could she even explain something like that?
Carmen shook the thoughts off and turned her attention to her sister's bed. Little had changed over the Christmas holiday. Melody's side of the room sported some of the few festivities their family had left, wreaths of tinsel and plastic snowmen brightened the otherwise dank area. A 'new' teddy bear laid atop the thin covers. It was missing one eye and had several patches of haphazard stitches to keep its lumpy stuffing inside. Despite that, Melody was overjoyed when she got the present.
Carmen smiled in recollection. Near enough all her earnings went toward future tuition fees, while the rest assisted her mother in keeping their dilapidated roof and putting half decent food on the table. There was barely enough to celebrate such occasions as Christmas or Melody's birthday. But it was worthwhile just to see her little sister's face light up, which, in turn, brightened their mother's.
"Shouldn't you hurry up? You'll be late... unless you want to have some fun?" Ryuka teased, almost seeming to condense into existence behind Carmen, and pressed her ludicrous breasts into her back. The sex god giggled at the obvious shudder of resistance that passed through the human.
"Stop that," Carmen muttered, though she had to strain to say the words. This creature had become both an object of her lust and a severe nuisance to her. Ryuka's body was something no human would ever match, no matter how many insane surgeries they had, particularly her cock. If not for that egregious aspect, Carmen wondered if she could even resist the Seikogami's constant flirting, or if she'd even want to. Ryuka was, in a sense, the epitome of every perverted myth in human history.
"Ugh," Ryuka groaned and rolled onto her back, hovering in mid-air, while her breasts jiggled with the momentum, "You never wanna have fun."
"I do," Carmen defended herself, working to fasten her bra, "But after I can afford to. If we're still together after I'm rich and powerful, we can have all the fun you want."
"Oh?" Ryuka peeped, tilting her head to peer down at the human, "And when will that be?"
"Anywhere from a year to never," Carmen snickered, then grunted as she strained to hook her bra, "Great. Must've shrunk." She sighed and tossed it aside, then tried another one, but to the same results.
"That's just cruel," Ryuka pouted.
"That's life," Carmen retorted, growing frustrated that her meagre selection of brasseries all seemed to have shrunk, "You're kidding me?" She groaned and let the last one fall in defeat. Going braless wouldn't be that noticeable under her sweater, especially with her small bust and nipples. Ryuka chuckled softly at her dilemma.
Dakota stood by the school gates with her hands clasped together for warmth and comfort. She hadn't seen Carmen since the holidays began, though that had done nothing to dilate the feelings she had towards her. If anything, the separation made them stronger. The young half-German was hard pressed to recall a day in the past month that she hadn't masturbated. A tight smile teased her lips at the memories, as did a flush of warmth in her cock.
She was used to it now. After the initial shock and sudden awakening to the fact that she was gay, Dakota found she liked having her dick. It was a whole new world of sensations for her to experience. Her jeans grew tight when her member swelled slightly. She quickly tensed and turned her thoughts away from her masturbation marathon. Though it had felt amazing when she jerked off and fingered herself at the same time. Dakota realised she was in an uphill battle and started toward the restroom.
"Guten tag, mein dyke!" A voice called that otherwise sounded friendly and teasing. It was cold to Dakota, however, enough that even the wind seemed to soften at its appearance. She looked around and saw Mary, accompanied by her apostles as usual, walking in her direction with a faux smile plastered to her face.
"Waiting for your girlfriend, eh, Dyke-kota?" Mary mocked, giggling at what she must've thought was clever word play. The others all laughed, though only Gretchen seemed to understand the sheer genius of her words.
"She's not my girlfriend," Dakota answered, but immediately realised her mistake.
"Aw, did you two break up? Maybe she realised that a two-faced bitch like you," Mary poked her long-nailed finger into Dakota's shoulder, pushing her point home, "Will always be a fucking cunt."
"Shut up!" Dakota shouted and pushed her away. For a moment, elation coursed through her veins. She had wanted to do that for years, usually with a slap or punch, but this would suffice. Then she caught the baleful glares aimed at her, along with a pitiful glance from Zoey.
"You know something, Dakota?" Mary said her name like a cobra would spit venom, "I think you could use a makeover."
Dakota made no attempt at bravado. She sprinted away, the small army hot on her tracks. It was futile, though, as Zoey quickly overtook and blocked her path. Mary came up behind her and laid a hand on her shoulder, though it felt like death's clutches with the malice that oozed from her skin. There was nothing she could do. Fighting back might work for a brief time, but that would only escalate things. Dakota hung her head and resigned herself to her fate.
"Well, girls?" Mary ran a nail along her former ally's neck, "Let's make sure everyone understands Dakota. We wouldn't want a man hitting on the little lesbo, now would we?"
Carmen walked briskly down the sidewalk. Her breaths came in misty clouds that dissipated as she strode into them, as if parted by her presence. She would pretend that she was a queen and the fog were her subjects as a child. It always made her dad smile, especially when she tried to look regal. Now, she was just another person as last night's snowfall crunched underfoot.
She stepped up the pace after glancing at her cracked watch. It wouldn't do to be tardy on the first day back. Carmen weaved through the early morning commuters gracefully, drawing on the experience of doing so since she was in middle-school, and maintained her impatient tempo. The cold air nipped at her skin and the breeze tugged on her hood, trying to steal her defences. It eventually faltered and left her alone.
A vibration in her breast pocket made her pause for a moment. She pulled out her sorely outdated phone and saw a message from Dakota; 'meet me in the bathrooms, please?' Carmen replied and hastened her pace. Dakota didn't just make requests like that, usually just stating what she wanted to do, then adding a question mark a moment later. Something was probably wrong.
Less than a month. That's how long she had known Dakota, but the girl had grown on Carmen in that time. She was nervously excitable, always uncertain of what she should do, but persistently acted like she was overjoyed by it. And Carmen enjoyed that aspect of her. It was different to Melody, a breath of fresh air so to speak. Not to mention that Dakota was a hopeless flirt.
