H.S.T Sophomore Year Ch 1-1
#1 of HST Sophomore Year
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
The sound of th...
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
The sound of the basketball caught my notice every now and then, but my eyes weren't really on the game. They were on the one player that always caught my eyes in the hallways during school, my new school. After that little incident at my last school, I somehow managed to convince my parents it was not good for me to stick around because a lot of weird things were happening, as if there were a lot of bad people. Not really, it was just the fact that there was a kid with magical powers going around turning men into sex crazed half-animals. Despite having a good time, I couldn't reverse the process because it was never good to try and undo another witch's work, something bad always happened.
But as I sat there, looking over the player with the shoulder length, wavy blonde hair, I sensed that I wasn't the only one looking at the cute jock. Looking to my right in the bleachers, there was a strange looking guy wearing a lot of green and red, his ears rather long and pointed at the end. Perfect skin and charming good looks, his curly blond hair hung beneath his green cap. In a creepy way with a creepy smile, he turned his head and grinned at me before looking down at Buddy, the jock I'd been eyeing myself. "Ah crap..." I mumbled. I saw those pointed ears twitch and a moment later Buddy stopped dead on the court, grabbing his stomach with a pained look on his face. Right away he was back in the game, but I noticed something was wrong; he looked different, like his hair had gotten longer; it reached down to his shoulders now.
Every few minutes, Buddy was stopping, grabbing his stomach or wiping his brow. Soon he was starting to limp and wobble as if he couldn't see straight, his blue and gold uniform with the big 08 on his chest hanging off his thin sweaty body. It wasn't long until the coach was calling him out of the game, which brought him limping off the court. The next thing I noticed was his foot hanging half way out of his shoe as another pained expression passed over his face. Anthony, a tall Italian kid with jet black hair, dark blue eyes, a thin face, and a bronze body was there to catch Buddy when he fell, carrying him towards the green double doors that lead to the locker rooms beneath the gym. Without surprise, I watched the pointed eared freak follow after, and so did I.
Leaping down the stairs, I stopped at the entrance to the locker room. It was an old school so the downstairs was made of concrete walls and was often steamy and smelled of sweat. Not that it was a bad thing for a sex fiend like me, but it could've almost passed for a dungeon. But as soon as I got to the doorway, that little pale bastard hopped in front of me from behind the other side. "Shouldn't have stuck your nose in my business!" I felt the magic build up in his forehead as he pulled up a spell. As he casted it out towards me, I closed one eye and held out my hand as I said, "Dleihs!" I felt the spell overwhelm my right hand and the right side of my face. Panting heavily, I exhaled an erotic gasp as black claws painfully extended from my fingertips, as dark as the padding forming over my palm. Another gasp followed the tingling sensation spreading from my paw all the way up to my face, little tan bits of fur popping up all over my arm. There was a loud popping in my ear and then I could feel it pushing up past my short, shaggy brown hair. The most painful part was the cracking in my jaw, only half my face changing making it worse.
"Oh, so you know a bit of magic do you?" Lashing out, my tough, bulging kangaroo fist smashed into his nose, obviously breaking it, "There, now you look even more like Owen Wilson!" Wincing and grabbing his nose, "Not fair!" Backing away, I grinned at him with my messed up half human half roo face, "That's what you get you half-breed fairy fu...!" I didn't expect that next blast of energy that hurled me against the wall. Crumbling to the ground, the last thing I saw was his green and white high tops, walking into the locker room.
To be continued...