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First day of Senior year, and I was certain it was going to be the best day ever.

I woke up from a glorious dream where I was crowned the most beautiful and talented girl to ever win a Nobel Prize and Olympic Gold Medal on the same day. I stretched, and glanced over at my workstation, where I was developing a cure for cancer, specially set up so I could practice my ribbon dances at the same time. Someday, I would make that dream a reality, but until then I would have to settle for being the smartest, coolest, and prettiest girl to ever live. Such was my burden.

I stretched, letting my three foot long, gorgeous blonde and black hair with red, purple, green, and rainbow highlights sway and fall into place. I slid off my bed into my fuzzy, pink teddy bear slippers, and gracefully sauntered over to my magical standing mirror. I checked my face for pimples, none as always, and took a moment to admire my slim yet athletic build. My horns and halo glowed healthily above my cute little cat ears, and of course, the one blemish on my face, a single brown mole managed to bother me.

"Looking good," my mirror commented.

I giggled, knowing it was true, and moved myself to the bathroom. Although I looked perfect that morning, as usual, that didn't mean I could be lax on brushing my teeth or even consider not taking a shower. I mean, who does that? Not this girl.

I let the water fall on my flawless, pale skin. The heat made my tail flick about excitedly as I took the opportunity to sing a few lines from a classic 90s Punk Rock album. Due to my magical powers, the room exploded with the sound of a guitar, drums, and even bass to match my singing... but no trumpet, because nobody likes ska. The nonexistent backup singer's voice took over for me as I gargled water and spit, letting me take charge again with the second verse.

I stepped out of the shower, and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. My perky breasts really had settled in nicely, but for a second, I considered shaving off my public hair that perfectly matched that atop my head. I could whip up a spell for that, but honestly I thought going bare would make me look like a child. I just turned eighteen, and it was time to look like the adult I was.

So I toweled off and got dressed. I started with a simple band t-shirt and pleated skirt. Quickly lacing up the black corset with rainbow lace over that. I pulled up my rainbow thigh high sock one leg and a black and white checkered thigh high on the other. I donned a pair of geta, and my favorite purple ascot. I was almost out the door before I realized I forgot my makeup. Deciding that my naturally shadowed eyes and rainbow lips were fine, I only accented my rosy cheeks with a little rouge.

I stepped out of the bathroom and slid down the stair rail on my little butt. Once down there I stepped into the kitchen to find my mother trying to cook breakfast. The voluminous half angle, half demon was too busy to notice me enter as she was having difficulty getting the gas stove top to light. So I stepped over her shoulder and used my magical fire breath to light it for her.

"Oh, thanks, Mary," Mom said to me, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Before I could answer her Daddy stomped in his big, red furred head deep in a briefcase. The dragon-cat didn't notice either of us as he made his way to the coffee maker, pouring himself a mug before sighing. He closed up the suitcase, took the whole mug of steaming hot black coffee in one gulp, and gave Mom a kiss on the cheek.

"Breakfast will take a minute," Mom admitted.

"Sorry," Daddy apologized, "I'm in a bit of a hurry. Client is having a fit."

"At least have a slice of toast," Mom picked up a plate, "That, at least is finished."

Daddy gave a dopey grin, accepted one piece, bit down on it so he could have a hand free to grab a second, and out the door he went. Mom watched his thick dragon tail sway about, a little excitement in her eyes until he was out the door. I pretended not to notice.

I looked up at the clock, noticed I was also going to be late. Grabbing a piece of toast of my own, I rushed out the door after Daddy. His car was still in the driveway, so I assumed he flew. I stretched my wings to their full six foot span... and decided instead to walk. Didn't want to make the other kids jealous.

As I stepped down my lawn to the sidewalk, I felt the crisp summer air fill my lungs. Taking a nice long breath, I noticed that the sun still had that black spot I accidentally left it on my last big adventure. I stared up at it for a couple minutes, trying to fix the blemish, and failed to notice the school bus until it had already driven by.

I watched it go, undisturbed, as I could simply shapeshift into my seventeen tailed fox-wolf spirit form and catch up with it. I decided that would be silly, so I instead transformed into my six legged, rainbow maned, alicorn lion robot form that could teleport to school.

Since moving in from Japan, I hadn't quite made any friends yet, but I was confident that I would be able to fix that. I always had stood out back home, but when I finally saw the school, I knew everything would be different.

As soon as I arrived on the front steps of Humility High, home of the Sparkledogs, I noticed a trend. Everyone was super stylish, had multiple tails, rainbow colored accessories, and magical powers. I walked past dozens of bright smiling faces, who all turned their heads and gaped at me, but who am I to judge? Even the teachers stopped to make sure I made it to home room on time.

I was the last to enter the class, Applied Mana Physics, and watched as again, all eyes were on me. I curtsied, and nearly in unison everyone greeted me with a friendly hello in seventeen different languages, I counted. This unison was only broken by a single person sitting in the back, staring out a nearby window. I decided to ignore him and take a seat between a half-dragon immortal tiger girl and a zebra phoenix hybrid with a cybernetic arm.

Since class wouldn't start for another minute or so, I introduced myself to them, "Hi, I'm Mary Parfait Sorprendente Mahou Sunshine. I'm a Virgo. My hobbies include medical science, gymnastics, singing, and traveling to alternate realities to battle the forces of evil."

"Oh my goddess!" the half-dragon immortal tiger girl shrieked, "We have so much in common! I'm Rayhope, and I can tell we'll be best friends!"

"But I thought I was your best friend..." the zebra phoenix hybrid pouted.

"Oh, MahDoom," Rayhope chided, "We can all be best friends!"

"I think I'd like that..." MahDoom replied quietly.

I smiled a bit to myself. Things were going almost as well as I expected.

Class began and the teacher, Mr. Tanglesnort a double dragon daywalker vampire began his introduction to the topic. He wrote his name and the subject on the board, then turned to the class. Blue smoke rose from each of his four nostrils as he considered the class through his thick half moon spectacles perched at the end of his long snout.

"You," Mr. Tanglesnort pointed at me, "What do you get if you added power gems to a fusion of earth and fire magic?"

I blinked. All eyes were on me. It was my first day, and this was my first chance to not look like an idiot.

"Well, sir, I haven't done it myself," I swallowed my pride and said simply, "but most fire and earth magic fusions result in magma manipulation spells that can be rapid cooled to create architecture, unless of course you invert the polarity and soften the intensity which will result in an incubation spell, among other possible results. Use of power gems typically results in drastic and violent expansion of energy in an otherwise stable spell which in this case will often cause a rise in temperature and..." I thought for a second, "kinetic energy. Which I assume would have the practical application of sanitary deconstruction of living structures, and if you stabilized the æther flow of the secondary ectoplasm wave, the subject of the spell will survive the expansion and will convert back to pre-restructured form." I sighed as much of the class had lost me, "For example, if you made a house out of a magicked mushroom, you could use such a spell to turn it back to a regular mushroom without harming it."

Mr. Tanglesnort blew a bit of smoke my way, "What is your name girl?"

"Uh..." I recounted my explanation in my head certain I was accurate, "Mary, sir."

"Well, Mary," He frowned scratching his scaly head behind his third horn on the right, "You're absolutely correct."

The class exploded in applause, everyone so excited to see my triumph of magical theorem. Rayhope especially, who whistled through her fingers, which would have been annoying since she was so close, but I was just as excited. Everyone was clapping, except for that one oddball in the back of the class. He just stared at me blankly.

There was no emotion in the guy's stare as far as I could tell. He could have been looking at the wall behind me for all I knew. He was so strange. A vanilla mortal human with a bald head and no other discernible features. Average height, average weight, completely nondescript outfit, he was an anomaly.

I shook myself back into reality as the class died down and the lecture began. The teacher admitted that he had fully expected a wrong answer to that question so that he could tie it into his lesson as a part of greater theme that was prevalent across all of Humility High, but he was thwarted by my quick thinking and expansive knowledge of magical theory. The rest of the lesson was about basic charging of energy, something I taught myself just before entering grade school in order to save my mother from an incoming alien invasion that had kidnapped her as a part of their terrible plan that I never learned the details of because I defeated them too handily.

The next few periods went equally well, and it turned out that MahDoom, Rayhope, and I had luckily all made identical schedules, so I always had the support of my new best friends. Lunch came soon enough and my friends and I all walked hand in hand to the cafeteria. Once there, I finally got to see the student body in all its glory.

There must have been two hundred students present, each busily gossiping and taking group selfies with their social circles. There was so much movement that it became difficult to really categorize each individual, the whole room a wash of noise and colors, mostly black, pink, rainbow, and octarine. I wanted to meet each and every one of them, and learn their backstories. But I decided I had better start with my new best friends.

While there were seven different lineups for meals accommodating different diets, we unanimously decided on getting into the magically regenerating diet line. They were serving hydra neck steaks, which were surprisingly surprisingly tender and flaky. It took me a second to identify the seasoning, but...

"Wow, the budget on these meals must be pretty high," I found myself saying, "I'm picking up cinnamon, cocoa, saffron, and... is that melange?"

"Yup!" Rayhope stated swaying her neon tail.

"They resynthesize it on campus to remove the psychedelic effects..." MahDoom added.

I chewed over another bite of steak, as I pondered what I was going to say, eventually diving straight in, "So, MahDoom, how'd you get the robot arm?"

MahDoom looked down at it slowly and back up at me, "I lost my wing in a fight with an antimagic creature..." she sighed, "Turns out, even though I die and reincarnate constantly, I will never get my wing back..."

"But the new one can shoot lasers!" Rayhope pointed out.

"Yeah..." MahDoom smiled shyly, "And it has a rocket engine, so I can still fly..."

I began to ask more about her backstory but something caught my eye. Moving through the sea of neon rainbow was a single dot of greenish grey. That weird kid walked by our table, and, for a moment, we met in eye contact. His empty face made it so I couldn't tell if he was even capable of displaying emotions.

Rayhope noticed who I was looking at and warned me, "Ignore him! He's not worth your time!"

"Oh I intend to," I smiled, but still watched him walk away and relented, "What's his deal?"

"He's a loser!" Rayhope shouted loud enough I was sure the weird kid would hear her.

"Nobody likes him..." MahDoom sighed.

"He's got no girlfriend!" Rayhope still taunted the guy.

"Or any friends at all..." MahDoom added.

"All the girls hate him!" Rayhope had to shout louder as he got progressively far away.

"He probably hates all of them back..." MahDoom commented.

I looked at each of my friends and noticed how uncomfortable they suddenly were, "So he's just some incel?" I asked.

They both blushed and looked away. MahDoom lost her appetite and pushed her food away. Rayhope on the other hand, stuffed her face as if to avoid saying anything further. I leaned forward to get a good look at the guy, he was sitting alone, eating what looked to be a peanut butter sandwich and goldfish crackers. What was his deal?

The day was nearing it's end, with the last period, Advanced Telepathic Analytics, beginning shortly. I sat down between MahDoom and Rayhope on the front row and we waited for the bell to ring while Rayhope finished telling me about her previous adventure fighting her alternate self from the evil dimension.

"I don't exist in the evil dimension," I commented.

"Lucky!" Rayhope laughed, "Darkstar is such a bitch! She makes my life hell every time she shows up!"

We both looked at MahDoom, as she had been quite for the whole story. She sighed and admitted, "My alternate is a boy..."

"Ooo!" MahDoom screeched, "Is he cute! I bet he's so cute!"

"Yeah..." MahDoom blushed, "We have a date on Friday... His name is Wasim, and I'm turning him good with the power of love..."

At that moment, the bell rang and everyone quoted down. The teacher Mrs. Onomatopoeia, who looked like a comic book speech bubble with legs, stood and addressed the class.

"GREETINGS STUDENTS, I HOPE EVERYTHING'S IN ORDER," the text to speech device she used to communicate was a little loud, but the kids in the back might not have been able to read her otherwise, "THIS CLASS-"

Suddenly cut off, the teacher turned to notice someone walking into class. It was that weird kid. He paused, looking up at Mrs. Onomatopoeia, and to my surprise, the teacher blushed and looked away. The weird kid then proceeded to the back of the class and sat down. He immediately turned to look out the window, at nothing in particular, it seemed.

"ALRIGHT CLASS, EVERYONE OPEN YOUR TEXTBOOK TO CHAPTER ONE."

The sounds of shuffling through pages filled the room. I joined in, flipping the pages to find someone had drawn a little flip book animation in the bottom corner. I resolved myself to checking that out later, and found the chapter entitled 'Entering Deep Thought'. This would be interesting. In all my adventures, I had never taken the time to delve that deep into a person's psyche.

There was a sound of chair screeching on tile. I looked back to notice the weird kid had stood and was proceeding my way. I watched in shock as he... ignored me and walked to the door. I looked at the teacher who was actively not looking in his direction.

"Where are you going?" I found myself asking.

The weird kid froze. He looked at me, then up at the teacher. I glanced about. Everyone either didn't care or else was averting their gaze... including Rayhope and MahDoom.

"Bathroom," the weird kid finally said, and then he left.

After a long moment of silence, class continued as normal with everyone reading silently as the teacher began writing in the blackboard. I took a moment to ponder if that was really necessary considering her speech resulted in her words appearing on her front. Then I struggled with the concept that I might be a little bit racist for thinking that. What was I thinking? What was wrong with me? Where did my absolute confidence and grace go?

Looking up at the clock, I noticed it had been twenty minutes since that weird kid left. I knew it was none of my business, but that wouldn't stand. He must have been up to something.

"Mrs. Onomatopoeia," I began.

The speech bubble turned to me, "YES, MS. SUNSHINE?" appearing on her front with the text to speech repeating it.

"Twenty minutes is a long time for someone to go to the bathroom," I found several worried eyes hit me as I said that, but I continued on, "I think I should go make sure he's alright."

There was a long pause before Mrs. Onomatopoeia finally read, "I KNOW YOU HAVE ONLY THE BEST INTENTIONS IN MIND, SO I WILL LET YOU DO WHAT YOU THINK IS BEST."

I nodded, and stood. I felt a cold, robotic hand reach my wrist. I turned to see MahDoom's face twisted with worry.

"Let it go..." the Zebra Phoenix pleaded.

I smiled at her, "Don't worry, I'll be back in a minute."

Rayhope seemed to share her sentiment, but said nothing. I decided to give her my signature smile as well, but that only made her avert her gaze.

The school was full of confusing hallways, but it only took me a minute to find the fourth floor bathroom. Even though there was only one, they were required by law to put up a gender sign of some sort, so beside the door hung seven of them, mine was missing. Although, I wasn't sure he'd be in there, I had to start somewhere.

To my relief, he was just standing there, looking in the mirror. He was hunched over one of the sinks, the tap running full blast, and I couldn't tell exactly what he was doing.

"Are you doing drugs?" I scoffed.

The weird kid looked up at me, then, unimpressed, he returned his gaze to himself in the mirror. As I approached, I noticed his hands were empty, just sitting under the running water. The casual smile on his face was off putting. It wasn't until I had stepped up to him that he finally spoke.

"I like washing my hands," he declared, "Is that a crime?"

I froze, "What?"

"It feels good," he stated plainly.

I looked down at his hands again. He wasn't washing them, he was just holding them under the water. How long had he been doing that?

"You're missing class," I pointed out.

"And?" he didn't look at me.

I watched him for a second, but he didn't shift or even move at all, "It's not right. You should be in there, learning."

He turned off the tap and instead of going for a paper towel, he just shook his hands about, "I like it here more."

I sighed, "You're coming back to class."

He looked at me, no identifiable emotion on his face, for a long while. I felt my tail flick about nervously, but otherwise I couldn't bring myself to move. What was my problem?

"What's your problem?" I asked.

He continued to stare blankly, "Problem?"

I shook myself out of my funk, but found myself asking, "Why do you hate me?"

"Hate you?" He parroted.

"You act so weird," I pointed out, "You didn't acknowledge my accomplishments. You don't smile when you look at me. You don't even..."

Suddenly he was smiling and I immediately regretted my words.

"I see what's going on," he said, the grin growing deeper with each word.

"What?" I found myself saying.

He took a single step towards me, and my instincts tried to force me to cower back. I was strong, however, and stood my ground. I didn't care how creepy this guy was, I wouldn't let him get the better of me. No one had ever gotten the better of me. I was the best.

He reached up and squeezed my breast.

I shrieked and slapped him, my open palm colliding with his cheek so hard it turned him sideways and brought actual pain to my wrist. I quickly formulated a spell to get rid of the pain, but for some reason, I could still feel it a little.

"Harder!" he demanded.

I looked at him, his hand still on my breast, and found myself asking again, "What?"

"DO IT!" he shouted.

I panicked and tried to shove him away, but even though I had taken down an upstart kaiju with my bare hands, I couldn't find the strength to make him budge.

"What are you?" I asked, not sure if knowing would help anything.

Instead of answering, the weird kid reached his other hand up to cup my other breast. His fingers quickly found my most sensitive spots, and he tweaked and worked them like he had done so hundreds of times, not mechanically but with obsessive care. I stifled a moan, and with all my might, and much of my magic, I pushed on both of his shoulders.

To my horror, my strength spell fell apart, the mana sliding off him like hot butter. But I continued to push on him with all of my energy. All this accomplished was for me to slip on my own feet and fall backwards, my head colliding with the tile floor.

Dizzy from collision, I worked up another spell to quickly bring me back to my senses, but the mana was sliding away. Why was it doing that? What was going on? I was the most talented and knowledgeable spellcaster around, wasn't I? Where was all my power?

Then it struck me. Antimagic. The boy was antimagical.

I looked up in horror as the kid grinned down at me. He knelt down, reaching a hand and unceremoniously lifting my skirt up for a peek. Fear was so new to me that I didn't know how to react, so I just watched as the gears turned in his head. My breath was labored as he saw me exposed, not knowing what was going on in his head as his face was still so hard to read.

"No dick?" He scoffed.

"What?" I protested, "No! Of course not!"

Then his eyes grew wide with realization, "No panties?"

I suddenly regretted that decision. It surely felt nice to have fresh air down there, and I was never expecting to be in a situation like this, but I should have thought about the risk. Wait. What risk? I was the savior of ten galaxies by the time I was as many years old. I could get out of this. I could...

***

I shrieked as I felt a single digit of his still damp finger slide smoothly into me. My fear finally broke, and I twisted so I could plant a kick on his nose. He casually pulled my leg aside so he could bring his finger up to his nose and sniff it.

The blood drained from my face as he groaned in pleasure. What the hell? Did I smell down there? His face seemed to grow in detail as a perverse grin slowly stretched across it.

I tried to crab crawl away on my back, but the weird kid just grabbed me by the waist and I couldn't seem to make any distance. I scrambled, but his head dipped down under my pleated skirt and... he licked me.

The feeling of his rough wet tongue on my young folds was alien, but somehow ripped a gasp from my lips. I felt the blood return to my cheeks, not sure what to do about this feeling. Was this guy serious? Why was he doing this to me?

I gasped again as he dragged his tongue up my passage. My leg kicked involuntarily when he flicked my pearl. The blood in my cheeks seemed to be gathering around below as he made a second pass with toe-curling slowness. I made to try and pull him away, but my hands instead pushed him back in for another, and another, lap at my slowly dampening folds.

My brain was swimming in confusion. Surely, I didn't want this. I couldn't let this weird kid have his way with me. But... the feeling on his hot breath on my wetness, the way he pressed his tongue ever so slightly inside, and the sheer enthusiasm he had for it all just... I could no longer resist.

At this point my oasis had become a waterfall for him to drink up, but he pulled back. I looked down, seeing his terrible little grin, so dopey and proud. I could feel a welling of hatred for the guy, but I for some reason wanted him to finish the job. Instead, he licked his lips and gave a chef's kiss...

No longer interested, I tried to crawl away again, but he pulled me back with one hand and while I didn't see the other, I could hear the sound of a zipper. I struggled, weakly, though I must admit it was mostly for show at that point.

I shut my eyes tight and tried to will myself away from there. I knew this was going to either be horrible or wonderful, and probably both. I knew I was going to struggle but ultimately give in. I knew I wanted to feel nothing, but would ultimately feel fabulous. I knew I would hate him after, but love him during.

I felt his tip press against my multicolored mound, slowly sliding down he caused a tingle to run up my spine. He lined himself up, biting his tongue like a dork. I found my own hand betray me as I helped him position properly.

Then I admitted, "Be careful, it's my first time."

The weird kid snorted, "Yeah, like I believe that."

I looked up at him furious, hoping the fire in my eyes was literal, "It is!"

He pondered that for a second then in one motion, thrust his entire length into me. Pain. White hot and sudden pain. The sort of pain you never admit that you want to experience every day washed over me. I was so full and tingly. My legs writhed, my back arched, my teeth gnashed. I came, and I hated it.

As I slowly wound down from it all, I looked up at the guy, my chest heaving, my hands gripped on his wrists, and my knees buckled around his back. He was still inside of me, looking down at me like I was supposed to be impressed. Admittedly, I sort of was.

"I don't go half way," he commented.

And then he began. There was no buildup, he started at full speed. I struggled to take it in, though I was wet enough that it didn't matter. He pounded me like he didn't care about my comfort, my pleasure, or my dignity. He was wild, strong, and with every stroke he rocked my world.

My body shook under him on the cold bathroom tile. I shouted, I didn't care, though I had no idea what name to invoke. Curses that would make a sailor implode with embarrassment escaped my lips, as my legs locked behind his rear. If I could have encouraged him to go faster, I would have, but honestly I was just holding on for dear life the whole way.

To my surprise, he did manage to go harder, pounding me into the tile with each painful slam of his hips into mine. I felt my fingers dig into his back as I pulled him close, but he slid his hands up my arms to each wrist and pressed them down to the floor. My back arched as I felt myself completely helpless to him, not knowing if he'd ever stop.

He leaned down and bit my exposed neck like some sort of predator, causing my toes to again curl as I hit the edge once more. He kept pounding, possibly unaware of my orgasm that just kept singing louder with each second. It became hard to breath I felt so good.

I screamed with ecstasy until I couldn't scream anymore. My magic failed me and I wasn't able to respond to how hard he was ravaging my pussy. Pinned, unbreathing, and still being rapidly fucked, he continued for what could have been minutes or hours. I would never know.

The weird kid made a point of washing up. He took even longer this time, grinning to himself in the mirror as he ran water over his hands for ten minutes at least as I lay limp on the floor where he left me. He then looked down, and quirked his head to one side as he shook his hands dry. Then he stepped over me and walked back to class.

It wasn't until class was over that I was discovered. Rayhope and MahDoom had come running, worried to what they may find. I assume they were expecting me to be sitting in the stall crying, as they stared in disbelief at my body in the middle of the floor.

It wasn't until that moment that I realized that I was also staring down at my body. Like, from the outside. It took a while to process, but I was suddenly a naked soul. I tried to float back down into myself, but the process was too difficult.

Rayhope stepped up and checked my pulse on the neck. MahDoom revealing that her robot arm had a stethoscope attachment quickly double checked her work. They both came to the same conclusion.

I was dead.

Everyone dropped everything, and three days later the whole school gathered in the gym for a memorial. A donation drive had already been met to fund my funeral, but I didn't have a casket yet so they had just a photo of me surrounded by flowers. Everyone crossed by the photo, some leaving additional flowers, others handwritten poems, and one guy even left a hundred paper cranes.

I watched from the bleachers as Rayhope and MahDoom stepped onto the stage to give some sort of speech. Tears in her eyes, MahDoom tried several times to begin her speech until Rayhope stopped her, gave her a hug and then looked up in my direction.

Rayhope's eyes grew wide with shock and she rushed through the crowd towards me, a confused MahDoom following behind. They struggled through the crowd of students who one by one noticed me. Eventually they climbed the bleachers together and gave me a three way hug.

"I thought you were dead!" Rayhope cried.

"I was," I admitted.

MahDoom sighed, "I should have known..."

"Honestly, I'm impressed by the turnout," I tried to comfort the zebra phoenix hybrid.

"How'd you do it?" Rayhope asked.

I shrugged, "Magic."