Futanari Notebook Ch. 35

In hindsight, the arcade might not have been the best place for a group of extraordinarily sexual women. They settled back at the restaurant portion after exhausting their options. Carmen looked around, ignoring the families rushing around, at her friends and lover. In a year, once the ridiculous business at Saint Puella was taken care of, she'd take steps to a fulfilling career. Maybe with Rachel or someone else down the line, she didn't know. But Carmen was, for possibly the first time of her life, happy.

The mood at Saint Puella the next day was as expected; frustrated. No freshmen for senior students to mess with, and those senior students were themselves trapped in the school again, while the teachers trudged along in their own misery. It was expected that they'd only be there for a little longer, now Principal Blake had laid plans to extend their underpaid positions. To make it all worse, Gretchen was still around.

Despite all that, Carmen was optimistic. She had friends to enjoy the year with, before she or they moved on, and most evenings were passed quickly with a visit to or from Rachel. Going to Rachel's proved interesting. She never altered Leah's entry, so the older Adams futa kept growing and growing, day by day. It didn't help that Rachel used her to tease Carmen relentlessly.

"Oh god, here she comes," Mary said, grimacing toward the queen bitch, whose heels echoed over the conversations throughout the halls. Not much had changed about Gretchen in the Summer. Without Ashley's wealth, she couldn't afford anything extravagant like more augmentations, or new designer clothes. That didn't stop her from throwing her clout around with a platoon of sycophants desperate to get in good with the principal.

"Let's just go," Carmen said a second too late.

"Oh look at the freak show," Gretchen's sneering voice said, wrapping around their ankles like a slimy tendril, "Would've thought you'd be carted off by now. Or at least made it so no one else has to look at you. Ugh, especially you." She spoke at Dakota.

"Back off," Mary growled, and, with Ashley at her side, stepped forward. At the same time, Zoey tensed, ready to step in as well. That got Gretchen nervous, having been punched by her once before.

"See you around, Mary. By the way, maybe stop mooching off the rich, or at least spring for a better surgeon. The boob job is pretty obvious." With that, Gretchen sauntered away and exaggerated the motion of her fake ass.

"Well," Carmen said and shut her locker, "That was tame."

Classes resumed with a spiel about the new curriculum. The wording emphasised how it was supposed to reflect a college environment, so students were expected to uphold higher standards or decorum, and so on. Gretchen heard none of that. She'd walked through all the years past and this was no different, her mother wouldn't risk reputation over her child's misdemeanours. It was more important that she find something on those freaks. Carmen, in particular.

It didn't make sense. The bitch had always been quiet, an eyesore but one that she could ignore, then, from nowhere, she starts 'befriending' Gretchen's inner circle. There had to be something else. Wait... Gretchen frowned at her reflection; why were they her inner circle? Dakota was hideous, Mary made sense until she went overboard on the enlargements, or her macromastia kicked in - whatever it was - and Zoey was muscle, despite her fucked up body. Rachel was... she made Gretchen feel tall. That explained most of them.

She groaned and rubbed at her head to ease the headache she felt coming on. They were increasingly more annoying, often getting in the way of a good time, and she didn't know why. Not like some doctor would tell her without taking a chunk of cash, and she wouldn't risk being some junkie because of headaches. They'd go away once she figured out what the fuck was with Carmen Robins.

"Done," Gretchen chuckled as the locker clicked open. Staff at the school might not get paid well, but they wanted their jobs, so all records were at Gretchen's disposal, including locker combinations that were forcibly registered to the school. It was stupid, but she wouldn't bring it up. She rifled through Carmen's crap until a black notebook fell out.

"Futa Note? What crap is this?" She flipped through and almost giggled at the ridiculousness, "Well, someone's kinky. But this is just them. Weird." Flipping through to the back, she found a list of 'rules', then stopped at the sight of Carmen and Rachel's names.

"Only those whose names are written here will know what happens? Might as well," Gretchen shrugged and found a pen in the locker, because of course a nerd like Carmen would have a spare one. She added her name. It was probably some weird fetish diary. Not like anything would come of this, other than messing with Carmen when she noticed Gretchen had written in it.

As she went to put it back, agony stabbed through her head. She collapsed mind spiralling in a torrent of information from two different lifetimes it felt like. Memories of a normal, spineless Dakota, and a meek Zoey, and Ashley with all the money anyone could want, all pierced her skull. Once the maelstrom had calmed and she could breathe, Gretchen stared at the blank page beneath her... It was real.

And it was hers.