Best Laid Plans: A St Mercury Story

The more peculiar thing, however, was the girl she was with. Some new student, by Sofia's guess. She was leaning forward, her arms dangling limp at her side. Sofia wondered if she would have fallen over had it not been for the raven girl holding her chin in the palm of her hand.

Creepier yet was the precarious girl's expression. Sofia couldn't be certain given the distance, but she seemed to have the most ludicrous smile on her face as she stared up at her companion with lidded eyes.

Sofia was no stranger to the sight of other girls displaying their affections in such a public manner. A place this size full of only women, it was bound to happen, and was a good opportunity for ridicule if Sofia was bored. Usually it consisted of more discreet, innocuous touching. The brazen ones expressed more intimate, obvious affections. But having a girl fawn over the other in such a way, however...

Only after another nudge from Mary, when her mind registered what was being asked of her, did Sofia's head whip around. "Wait, what?! Why me?! I'm not waiting with this little twerp!"

"Because I said so!"

"How is that fair?! Why don't you stay?!"

"You're the one that always needs coffee! And besides, this whole ordeal is stressing the fuck out of me, and I need to freshen up." I thought I raised you better than this. How do you expect to carry on my legacy when you can't even deal with a simple problem with poise?

Sofia took one last glance across the hallway, but the couple was gone. With a scoff, she said, "Fine!" The glare she gave Hollie was enough to curdle milk and left Hollie dreading the next few minutes of her life. Sofie gestured for Hollie to get moving, her impatience clear in her mannerisms.

"Don't disappoint me again, Hollie. Things have a way of coming back at you, after all." Mary flicked her hair. "I'm off. I expect that coffee to be waiting for me when I return."

With Mary on her way, Sofia pushed Hollie towards the cafe. "You better not stand too close to me. I don't need people thinking I'm hanging out with you. And don't talk to me, either. In fact, I don't want to know you're even there, so don't go making any noise at all. Got it?"

Hollie gave a meager nod and led her new guardian. Her steps were quiet, as if even a squeak would set Sofia off. The week just started, and already Hollie was miserable.

Not that Mary cared. She was done with the situation. First order of business was the bathroom. With any luck, she'd be able to center herself. That would leave her in the best mood to relish her impending victory. By this time tomorrow, her greatest obstacle would be no more, and Mary would lord over the school unchallenged.

She made her way down the halls, pondering over her rivalry. Things could have been different, but Amanda insisted on spitting on any charity Mary had to offer. An entire year of slights, of escalating headaches, was all Mary received for her generosity. Too much to let slide. A Tennyon does not suffer impudence lightly, will strike back swift and hard when necessary. And even if Amanda was reduced to tears, groveling for mercy, Mary would offer no respite. What Mary learned over the weekend was going to end it once and for all.

And then proper order would at last be restored.

Her mother would be proud. At last Mary would be deemed worthy of her name. The thought brought a smile to her face as she continued down the hallway. Around her, other students continued with their daily lives, going on about unimportant things without a care in the world. A few acted strange, doting over one another, but Mary paid them no mind as she entered the bathroom.

She stifled a yawn as she approached the mirror. There was a voice coming from one of the stalls, some student likely on the phone with another, but concerns over her appearance kept Mary's focus. It wasn't until that damn grating laugh rang out did Mary realize just who happened to be sharing the bathroom that very morning.

Amanda.

Mary's lips spread into a grin. What better way to salvage the day than to get to the highlight from the get go. Suddenly her evaluation of her reflection took on a grander purpose. Every fold of her outfit, every hair on her head, had to be exemplary. If she was going to prove her superiority, she should damn well look the part. Others put up a facade to hide blemishes. Ours is a true mien, and it must shine for all to behold.

She spent days rehearsing this exact scenario in her head. Every possible thing Amanda could say, Mary had a rejoinder for. It wasn't hard, given Amanda's deficient excuse for communication. The real trick was in getting Amanda to comprehend just how defeated she'd be. Mary didn't want to stoop down to her level of linguistic skills, after all.

Satisfied, Mary turned and leaned against the sink counter, folding her arms. A hiss came from above, a puff of mist billowing out from the automated air freshener. The scent of lilac filled the air, along with something else that Mary couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it smelled good. Perhaps later she'd ask about it. Smell played an important part in memory, and she was sure to forever associate that smell with today's triumph.

Mary cleared her throat. "Good morning, Amanda." She kept her voice friendly, despite their history. "Did you have an enjoyable excursion? I trust you didn't stay at school the whole time, after all."

Hushed whispers were the first reply, likely of Amanda telling her friend she'd call her back. "Mary, that you? Thought maybe you'd drop out by now. LOL."

The bait was too easy, Mary wouldn't fall for it.

Amanda continued on, "When you're as popular as me, every weekend is great. You'd know. Or maybe not."

Such an irksome voice. "I see you haven't changed one bit. It's a shame, really, thinking about how things could have been."

"You've been thinking about me? #Flattering!"

"I tried to be diplomatic, Amanda. You had potential, or so I thought at the time. I would have given you a seat at my side, offered you power, authority, and guidance. All you had to do was defer to me."

"So~ not my style. Also, boring! Do you have a point to all this?"

"Trust when I say I wouldn't waste my time with you unless I felt it necessary. You see, I had quite the eventful weekend myself. Met a few people, learned a few things. And wouldn't you know it, some of those things happened to be about you growing up!"

Mary never knew silence could be so delicious. Though it wasn't all that shocking, when the alternative was listening to Amanda.

"Tell me, does the name Felicity Byrne mean anything to you? I managed to converse with her recently. She had quite the tales to tell about your childhood."

The latch to the stall unlocked. This was it, the moment Mary had been waiting for. She felt so alive, her blood pumping from exhilaration. Finally she could see the look on Amanda's face. She was sure to treasure it for a long time.

Mary hoped Amanda would beg, prostrate herself and plead that Mary would never tell a soul about such an embarrassing upbringing. And once Mary was tired of Amanda's supplication, when her cries were little more than a buzzing in her ears, she would make sure the entire school knew it all. There was no mercy to be had here. Mary would see her crushed for good. Those that allow even a tiny spark to remain will only welcome destruction later. Best to quench the spark with a torrent of water.

She hoped for this outcome, but was ready for many others. Amanda may fight back, but there was no victory for her on this day.

Yet despite all her planning, there was no chance in hell Mary could have prepared for what she saw when Amanda finally stepped out of that stall.

She wished she could say the first thing she noticed was the disappointing lack of fear on Amanda's face. Not even a hint of concern could be found. No, instead it was that same smirk she always wore, framed by her lush brunette hair. The one that said she never took Mary seriously, never recognized her position. It was infuriating, and the last expression Mary wanted to see.

It wasn't even the fact that Amanda was completely nude that Mary noticed first. Gone was her uniform, not that Amanda ever wore it properly to begin with. She stretched the dress code about as far as it would go, and then went even further. With the amount of cleavage she showed, seeing Amanda's naked breasts in full view wasn't a substantial change.

No, the first thing Mary noticed, and indeed the thing that completely shattered every scenario that Mary had prepared for, was the massive cock that extended proudly from between Amanda's legs, as confident as Amanda was herself.

"See something you like?" Amanda asked with a laugh. She shook her hips for emphasis, her thick cock moving with surprising heft, causing the strand of precum oozing from the tip to fling off to the side.

Mary shook her head, willing herself to look away from such an obscene sight. "Why do you have a..." What could she even say in this situation? She was thrown so far out of her element, she lost sight of her purpose for a moment.

"Isn't it lovely? Brenda here sure thinks so."

"Brenda?"

With a snap of her fingers, Amanda beckoned forth the girl from the stall that Mary had not noticed had been kneeling there the whole time, obscured by Amanda's frame. "Go lock the door for me, pet. Wouldn't want any other interruptions."

"Yes, Amanda!" Brenda said, her voice cheerful, eager.

Mary watched as the nude girl leapt to her feet, a smile on the stranger's face as she scrambled towards the door. She was just as naked as Amanda, and showed no shame at the fact. Her young face went unrecognized by Mary, pockmarked with freckles that stretched down to her small perky tits. Her dark untamed hair with the blue streak made the effort to imply goth, but her bush gave away the secret of her ginger background. When she reached the door, the soft click of the lock seemed to resound in Mary's head. The jangle of the chain of keys, likely stolen, added to the signal that this was no longer the safe environment she expected it to be.

"Good pet," Amanda said as Brenda returned to her knees at Amanda's side.

"Mmm, anything for you, Amanda." Brenda stared up at Amanda with such reverence. She reminded Mary of a puppy waiting to be fed, but trained to keep its emotions contained. Every now and then, Brenda would glance down at Amanda's saluting member, salivating over it, enraptured by the sight.

Mary, however, felt her head swimming in confusion. Something must have happened to Amanda in just the last few days to somehow grow such an... impressive cock. Mary would have noticed it before; something of that size was not so easily hidden. It dwarfed any of the ones she had ever experienced in person.

Maybe this was a mistake. She could still leave, regroup. She needed time to figure out what the hell was going on, to come up with some new strategy that took Amanda's growth spurt into account. That's just like you. One little thing doesn't go your way and you throw a tantrum. You'll never make it in life if you don't learn to adapt.

But leaving was akin to admitting defeat. She had already been humiliated by the coffee whore, and that was one time too many. She was Mary bloody Tennyon, and she would not concede to anybody.

No, she could use this. This novel situation could even be a blessing in disguise. By the end of the day, everyone would know how much of a freak Amanda was. She'd have no choice but to drop out, taking her aberration with her. Brenda could go with, for all Mary cared. One less dyke diluting the quality of the school.

Mary took a deep breath, rallying herself to go back on the offensive. That strange, wonderful scent filled her nostrils, somehow stronger than before, but Mary did her best to ignore it. This was her moment, she wasn't going to let it be ruined by such a thick, veiny phallus.

"Here's what's going to happen. You will do what I say, when I say it, for the rest of my time here. You will treat me with the reverence I deserve, no more of your petty, jealous insults. You will recognize that I am your better in every way. And lastly, you will keep yourself fucking covered so I don't have to look at your revolting body any more!"

Amanda giggled. "What, so you can pretend like you're on top? Crazy much?"

"I am on top, you little whore! You will do this, or I'll make sure everyone knows just what little Amanda Sheffield got up to before she joined this school, as well as this abomination you got between your legs. Let's see how long you last as the laughing stock freak of the academy."

"You mean this abomination?" Amanda grabbed her cock around the widest part and gave it one slow stroke. "Totes seem to be staring at it a lot."

"I..." Mary forced her eyes to look away after being called out. "Because it's weird!" It was like a train wreck, she couldn't help but look. That was the only excuse.

Amanda closed the distance between the two. Mary knew she shouldn't forfeit any ground, but she found herself bumping against the sink counter anyway. If she would just duck to the side, she could get away. She'd avoid the dick from pressing up against her just above her crotch as it came closer.

Her legs didn't seem to want to move anymore, however.

"Know the difference between us, Mary? I don't have to tell people I'm queen. I just do my thing, and others fall in line."

"No one would follow a f-freak like you..." Mary tried to sound authoritative, but her usual confidence never made it to her mouth. There was something different about Amanda. Mary always thought she was full of herself, but now it seemed justified. She moved and spoke with the self-assurance that Mary now seemed to be lacking, as if she had been siphoning it from Mary herself.

And that damn smell was stronger than ever, overpowering, intoxicating. It swam through her head, eating away at any thoughts of escape, or turning things back in her favor. Why did it feel so good to have Amanda this close?

Amanda tried to turn Mary's head towards her, but Mary struggled against it. It was too much. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. She needed to clear her head, but the only way to do so would be to run out that door. She wasn't sure she even wanted that anymore. Amanda's cock was so close, and Mary felt herself warming at the idea of it pressing against her.

"Look at me," Amanda said, her voice all but purring the words.

That was all it took. Amanda barely required any effort to guide Mary's face back to her own after those words.

Mary gasped. It was like she was seeing Amanda for the first time, like a veil had been lifted that obscured her beauty. How Mary thought she could ever compare to such a gorgeous person, she wasn't sure. And then Amanda leaned in, her luscious lips closing in on her own...

The moment those lips touched her, Mary was gone. Her head filled with a pink haze. Amanda held her tight, her cock pressing against Mary's stomach with such exultant ferocity. Mary couldn't help but grind into it, longing to quench the burning desire that she refused to acknowledge. She returned Amanda's kiss in a sluggish fashion, full of desire but lacking the energy.

Her lips were divine, like the sweetest fruit. It didn't matter that Mary had never kissed a woman before, had been disgusted at the very thought. This was different, this was beyond comprehension. Everything that wasn't Amanda became a blur as Mary lost herself to that perfect mouth. The bathroom, Brenda, her plan, her studies, even her concept of self, all adrift in that pink haze.

And then, with a smack, Amanda pulled away. Mary tried to trail after her, leaning forward by instinct before she was even aware of what she was trying to do, but Amanda only pushed her back against the counter with ease and then stepped away.

"You gucci, Mary? No more speech? Weren't you trying to tell me to worship you, or something?"

Mary had said something like that, a lifetime ago, hadn't she? It didn't make much sense to her, from what little sense she was capable of understanding at that very moment. All that came from her lips in response were nonsensical noises. She wondered what Amanda wanted to hear, what she could say to get Amanda to kiss her again, to do even more to her.

"I have a better idea. You get on the floor and be my bitch. In turn, I'll let you get face-fucked by my cock like a whore. How's that for diploma-whatever?"

Mary slid off the counter onto her knees, her hands clapping against the tile floor as she fell on all fours. She looked up at Amanda's cock as it hung above her, tantalizing her with its magnificence. She padded forward, her mouth open and waiting, but Amanda held her back with one finger.

"Uh uh. I don't like the way you talked to me. Apologize, beg for me, or I stick this in Brenda instead."

Brenda perked up at this, ready to be used. She wiggled herself into a position befitting a slave.

"I-I'm sorry, Amanda. Please forgive me." She bowed her head as low as she could without taking her eyes off of Amanda's cock.

"Brenda, go ahead and stroke it for me."

"Yes, Amanda!" Brenda said, her eyes alight. She moved in to accomplish her task.

Amanda delighted at the look of shock on Mary's face. "Do better, if you want this enough." She exaggerated a moan, Brenda's delicate fingers doing quite the work.

Mary couldn't help but watch in horror as Brenda pumped Amanda's cock. Any moment, Amanda could erupt, and then Mary would lose all of what she craved so much.

She knew what she had to do, but it was so antithetical to her very being. She thought about what her mother would say, her youngest daughter on her hands and knees, groveling at someone else's feet.

The smell continued to invade her lungs, the remnant taste of Amanda's saccharine saliva lingered in her mouth, the notion that she could have that glorious cock pumping in and out of her, depositing its treasure inside. All she had to do...

You have always been weak. Just give up. Her mother's voice sounded perverted in her head, like itself was in heat from Amanda's presence. The only thing you're good at is doing what you're told.

With time running out, Mary lowered herself to the floor until her forehead pressed against the cold tile. "Please accept my most humblest of apologies, Amanda. I was foolish to have said such slanderous things. I dared to present myself as your better, but I see now that everything I am is inferior to you. Although I do not deserve it, I hope that you are gracious enough to accept my effort at atonement, and will be considerate enough to allow me the honor of servicing your cock with my mouth."

The embarrassment was still pervasive enough to reach her addled brain. Her cheeks burned a rosy red. The lingering part of her that cried out for her to run was emboldened, but not nearly enough. She had already sunk too low. There was no going back now.

She only hoped it was enough.

Aside from her own shallow, husky breathing, the only sound Mary could hear was that of Amanda's cock being stroked. The noise taunted her, a suggestion that grew over time that what she said was insufficient. But she did what was asked of her. Why was Brenda still allowed to get what Mary deserved? Her body shook with equal parts frustration and desire.

Just as she was about to cry out for more, to debase herself even further with groveling that was unbecoming, she felt something press against her forehead. Amanda's shoe pushed her head up, and Mary was able to once more look at Amanda's smug face before her eyes drifted back down to her cock.

"Gawd, even when begging you sound like you got a stick up your ass." Amanda slapped Brenda's hand away. "Very well, let's see if there's one thing your mouth is good for." She pointed at her cock, the rod bouncing with a twitch as if nodding its approval. "Suck."