The Cabin Ch. 03

Blair's grin sent shivers of want down the goth's spine. She was deserving of this person? Even if she was little more than a servant to Blair's libido, or a small part of what would eventually become a colossal harem, Teresa considered herself to be unbelievably fortunate to have met this futanari. Her hand strayed to her stomach on its own, as if knowing she was going to nurture Blair's young as they grew within her. An unknown feeling of happiness had her beaming inwardly.

"Of course. I'll need to vent my lust on someone, and you're perfect." Blair responded, knowing her wording would play with Teresa's mind even more. The goth's small grin on her face never faded, even though Blair had essentially told her she would be little more than a dumping ground for her seed, "You okay with that?" She added with a raised eyebrow.

"I guess, but..." Teresa bit her bottom lip. She wanted to ask something of Blair, but she was understandably nervous. It was like being a small child talking to the headmaster of your school; daunting, nerve-wracking, frightening. The futanari was intimidating, not because of her expression, but because of what Teresa knew she was capable of.

"But?" She asked, stopping in front of her class. The window in the door let her see that the rest of her class was already there, the teacher droning on about something until the lesson officially began. The students could no doubt see her, assuming they looked in the right direction. Teresa was also in clear view.

"I... Never mind." She said, trying to turn away and escape. Blair stopped her quickly however, gripping her arm.

"Teresa, whatever's on your mind, you can tell me." The futanari told her, smiling softly.

"If you're sure... Um, you know how big you made me?" She asked, glancing to and from Blair's eyes, seeing her nod from the peripheral of her vision, "Well, I, uh, could you have made me, um, bigger?" She asked, not stuttering despite stumbling over her words. Her eyes remained downcast, not sure whether the request would be seen as her challenging Blair's ability or her doubting the futanari's production. Teresa needn't be worried however.

"That's it? Honey, of course I could've made you bigger. That was just a couple of orgasms, remember?" She said, beaming widely at the goth, whose own face lit up quite a bit at the response. Her mind had been in such disarray immediately after Blair had finished with her, that she was unable to reflect on the experience beyond; 'that was the best time of my life'. Now however, Teresa's mind was running through it bit by bit.

Simply being penetrated for the first time had been something else for her. Naturally, it had hurt at first, but to her pleasant surprise it turned to pleasure and borderline ecstasy in mere moments. However, that wasn't the highlight to her. Even the odd, though equally blissful penetration of her nipples didn't stand at the forefront of her memory, nor did the thievery of her anal virginity. It was Blair's orgasm that triggered her fondest recollection. The sensation of being so impossibly swollen was one that she could never forget, even if she tried or wanted to.

"That's awesome!" She began excitedly, but composed herself quickly, not wanting to show how joyous she felt at Blair's statement, "I mean... um, next time could you..." She trailed off, blushing fiercely. Teresa wanted to just say it flat out, but her sense of decency refused to allow it. Why can't I just say things? She questioned herself, but Blair didn't seem to mind at all as she leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She pulled back quickly and smirked at the goth.

"Don't be ashamed of what you want. After all, you're not the one that fucked a plant, remember?" She said, bringing a small grin to Teresa's lips. Blair leaned in close and whispered into her ear, "And next time I fuck you, I'll make sure you fill up an entire room, sound good?" Even though she wasn't touching her, she felt the heat coming off of the gothic teen. Her desire was almost palpable.

"Thank you." She replied in a whisper, wanting nothing more than to go back to the basement with Blair and repeat the fantastical events from less than an hour ago. But of course, there were forces out there to prevent such a thing. Before she could muster the willpower to make the request, the bell rang for the end of lunch break. She looked to Blair and saw her grinning widely in amusement.

"Sorry, babe. Get to class and I'll see you when it's all over." She said, dropping the affectionate name so casually and bringing a new shade of red to Teresa's normally pale cheeks. Did Blair consider her a girlfriend? An actual girlfriend? No, she told herself as Blair opened the door and walked into her class, I'm just the first one. The first one... somehow, the idea of sharing Blair with so many others as time progressed didn't seem so bad. Teresa smiled to herself as she touched her lips as she recalled the feel of the futanari's own lips.

"What's gonna happen?" She asked aloud and moved to her own class a few doors down. Meanwhile, Blair had sat down by the window, ignoring the stares of some of her classmates who had witnessed the kiss. She had wanted them to see it, to tempt the women who held their curiosity deep inside. Her pheromones were kept very subdued, only the air around her permeated by the chemicals, while it spread thin across the class. Nonetheless, the women were already slightly red in the face, though it was partly from the heat of the sun beating down on them from among high. Blair could hardly restrain her grin.

As the lesson began, she scanned the faces of her class. Some of them she recognised as frequent faces from other classes in the prior years, and others were almost complete strangers. But then there was one she knew on a semi-personal level; Diana, one of the members of Riley's inner circle. Blair wanted to save her old childhood friend for last. First the school, then the world, she thought with a mocking grin at herself. She felt like an old, cheesy movie villain.

Diana could hardly keep her eyes on the board. The reason was only one, unoccupied, seat away to her left, looking outside of the window with an absentminded look; Blair Scott. Diana vaguely knew her from earlier, when Riley had run into her. Other than that, she'd never met, or even noticed the student before. Now however, her eyes would constantly glance at her.

She kissed a girl, she thought in surprise. It was the same thought that she'd had a few minutes ago, when she had seen it happen, and it refused to leave her mind in peace. Diana had never seen something like it before. That wasn't to say she was innocent, far from it. Riley had introduced her to several promiscuous items and videos through the internet and explained them to her in detail. As far as Diana was aware, sex was done for pleasure or for procreation. There was no real emotion besides lust involved.

Diana had been told from an early age that she was very logical. It was the reason people both despised her and trusted her. Some of her friends had confided in her some of their darkest secrets, and she hadn't told a single one of them. To some, this made her seem to be an ideal friend, however that wasn't entirely the case. To keep it concise, if someone was of use to her, then she would remain loyal to them. Riley, for instance, had her popularity and great sway over much of the social circles in the school. This was the reason Diana wouldn't speak out against her.

That wasn't to say she agreed with some of the acts she'd seen. One of these acts that stood out in her memory was when Riley had taken inspiration from Carrie, not the best book to be inspired by, at least when it came to being a bully. Two years ago, this had resulted in a rigged prom king and queen election, in which the queen was a kind of nerdy in the cute sort of way. If any knew the story of Carrie, they knew the crimson liquid that stained her. Unlike Carrie however, the queen simply ran from the room in humiliated horror. Thankfully, she was able to transfer out of the school and was reportedly doing better.

It was a horrible thing, Diana thought. Even so, she had gone with it every step of the way, though never directly involved so as to stay out of trouble. Because of her uncaring nature towards such things, Riley kept her within the inner circle of her friends, though it was more appropriate call the others her sycophants. Diana had noticed that from the moment she'd met them.

She liked to think that one of the reasons Riley enjoyed her company, was because she was unlike her toadies. Diana would voice her opinion, but do so as respectfully as possible, maintaining a mostly neutral stance on most subjects and merely offering logical advice at times. It often made her smile, when she thought of herself as Spock from Star Trek, except Captain Kirk was a stuck-up, bitchy teenage girl with a bust that playboy models envied. It was a shame that those with influence and power were often the weakest in character.

And now, for the first time, she felt almost invested in something outside of her own consciousness. It was the first time she'd seen a lesbian in real life after all, why wouldn't she be intrigued? Others in her class were also looking in Blair's direction, some in mild curiosity, others in disgust because of their religious beliefs, and the rest simply because they hadn't seen Blair's new appearance yet. Diana couldn't deny that she had also been dumbfounded by the sudden change. She vaguely recalled seeing the formerly unremarkable girl around the school before the summer, but never took real note of her.

Now, Diana was glancing between the teacher and Blair. Riley had plenty to say about her, though Diana was unsure if she actually meant any of it. She called Blair a bimbo, a slut using her parent's money. Someone who was jealous Riley's natural curves and wanted to outdo them. There was a sense of desperation about the words, like she was struggling not to say the wrong thing and break the illusion that she and Blair hated each other. Diana was more than aware of Riley's past with Blair. She was one of the few people who knew about it.

"Miss Pierce, please pay attention." The teacher said, noticing Diana's gaze lingering on Blair for too long. She jumped to attention, and reaffirmed her focus on the front of the class. This wasn't like her, she thought. Her mind would occasionally stray, but never to such a degree where she seemed inattentive. Blair saw the chance to strike up a possible conversation.

Using the age-old method of passing notes, Blair stealthily threw a folded piece of paper onto Diana's desk. The throw was perfect, landing squarely on her notebook, catching her by surprise and making her jump a little once again. She looked around the room, searching for who had given her the paper, before her eyes fell on Blair's grinning face. She nodded to Diana's desk, looking at her with an expectant eyebrow raised. For a while, the student stared at her dumbfounded, but eventually returned her attention to the paper. With a gulp, she unfolded it.

You okay? You seem kind of out of it. It read. The concern seemed genuine, like Blair was actually taking an interest in Diana's well-being. Why? She thought to herself. They'd never exchanged two words, let alone had a conversation. They shared a class or two in the past few years, but nothing could imply that they knew each other.

She glanced at the green-haired bombshell. Blair was seemingly paying attention to the teacher, though her eyelids drooped slightly, as if she was half-asleep. In a sense she was, her consciousness elsewhere as she awaited Diana's response. The student was biting her lip, glancing around nervously. She didn't care about interacting with Blair, however Riley did, and she was the one who decided one's popularity in the school. Diana sighed softly, and began to write her response. She handed it to Blair and flinched suddenly when their skin came into contact with one another.

What was that? She wondered in her mind. It was like a shock, but at the same time it was akin to a gentle heat, like someone was caressing your skin with a soft flame. A strange way to describe it, she knew that, but it was the best way she could think to define it. Diana pushed it aside and kept her attention away from her, hoping that the note would be enough to pacify Blair's sudden concern for her.

I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Blair glanced at her, noticing that Diana's cheeks were ever so slightly flushed. In her mind, Blair pictured herself wearing a Cheshire grin. She knew that the split-second contact had been all she needed, now she was in Diana's head, a temptress cast in shadows who Diana wouldn't recognise, even as she would grow more and more enamoured by this temptress. Blair saw it all in her own head, and looked forward to seeing how Diana progressed.

It was obvious that she didn't want to continue the note passing. Worried about Riley discovering it no doubt, Blair thought, her mind flashing to her old friend accompanied by a burst of hate. She was the queen of the school, she decided who enjoyed their high school life, all because she had developed earlier than some and knew how to use it. In a way, she was impressive for that, however her ego had long since surpassed any sense of rationality. She was a tyrant; cruel, unjust and drunk on her power.

Blair had never put so much thought into it before. Perhaps she was trying to justify what she intended, or maybe she was just letting the thoughts she'd always had run free? Either way, she knew she was more akin to the anti-hero in a story rather than a villain. She would slay the evil queen and rescue the princess in the tower, she thought with a silent giggle, though the princess was every female student in the school. Perhaps a suit of armour would suit me, she thought with glee.

She felt like she was a young girl again. Blair didn't have any siblings, but that never stopped her from playing with another person, said person being Riley. It pained her to recall years ago, when they would see each other almost every day. Even so, Blair couldn't help grinning at some of the memories. Each time they played, Blair was always the hero who fought and eventually slew the dragon to rescue the crying damsel, Riley. She almost wished that the day would that they could be that way again.

For now, she looked forward to stripping away Riley's ring of power. One piece at a time. Blair was already planning it out in her head, how she would take away all of Riley's minions and turn them into her own followers. And so the Church of Blair was formed, she thought and almost laughed aloud. Maybe not that far, she added in her mind. In the meantime, she would continue to work on Diana who was surprised to find another note on her desk when she glanced down again.

She was about to hand it back, but thought better of it. Perhaps she could use this as an opportunity, she thought, to bring Blair down after her sudden alteration. Diana knew Riley would like that, possibly to the point where she considered Diana a true friend, something that would solidify her social position for the rest of the year at least. Appearing reluctant, she opened it.

You sure? I know Riley can be really annoying, even when she was a kid. Blair had written, though Diana could practically feel the animosity written into the name 'Riley'. It wasn't necessarily hate though. Even though she viewed the world through a filter of logic made from black and white, Diana was highly observant and even empathetic to a certain extent. She could read the mood in a room fairly easily and adjust her own personality accordingly.

It made her ideal for managerial positions. She could understand what needed to be done, and how to handle others in a professional manner, which was one of the reasons she was working as a manager part time in a local store, even though she was still a senior in high school. They had even offered her a full-time position if she didn't want to move onto college afterwards, though she had yet to get back to them on that front. She was leaning towards accepting it, however she wasn't sure if it would necessarily benefit her future more than college potentially could. Diana sometimes wished she could be like Riley's friends; able to cross bridges as they came to them.

She glanced at Blair, trying to read her expression. It was completely passive, save for a small lift at the corners of her mouth, she was expressionless as she took notes like a drone. Diana shrugged mentally, and wrote her reply. All she needed to do was put Blair back in her place, that was it. She handed it back, glancing repeatedly at Blair's face to gauge her reaction.

I'm sure. And don't say that about Riley, she's great when you get to know her. It didn't seem convincing at all, however that was her intention. Diana didn't want Blair to believe such a simplistic statement. She wanted to make her believe that Riley was akin to a goddess when compared to her, even if Diana herself didn't think that. If she was to be honest, Blair's completely overhauled appearance far outmatched Riley's. Her eyes found themselves looking at the changed student's full lips, wondering how they felt on her own. Diana shook her head, as if to physically shake her mind loose of these thoughts.

Blair quickly handed the paper back to her.

You don't even buy that. I'm not stupid, she's a bitch to everyone. I bet she's put you down more than once. Diana almost laughed at it. Blair was almost completely on the nose, but she couldn't let her know that. Throughout the lessons, they handed notes to each other.

Only because no one meets her standards. If they did, she wouldn't be that way. - Diana

Yeah right. She'd criticise every little bit of her clone if she had one. - Blair

Unlikely, considering how much she just loves herself. – Diana

Trust me, I know. - Blair

Was she always like that? - Diana

More or less. She was always the princess whenever we played together. - Blair

Really? - Diana

Yep. And I was always her knight in shining armour. - Blair

Did you two kiss? - Diana

No, a shame though, right? - Blair

Yeah... I guess so. - Diana

What is it? - Blair

Nothing, just never thought you were, you know... - Diana

A lesbian? - Blair

Yeah. - Diana

I didn't either, but I found out a few things about myself. It's actually pretty freeing. - Blair

Is it? But, don't you get weird looks or people bullying you? - Diana

Like I said, I found out a few things. I'm not as defenceless as Riley makes me out to be, trust me. - Blair

You sure about that? She said you're a bit of a cry baby. - Diana

I bet she said worse than that, but thanks for sugar coating it. - Blair

No getting anything by you, I guess? - Diana

Nope. Nothing goes over my head, my reflexes are too fast. - Blair

I'm sorry. - Diana

For what? - Blair

That I never talked to you before. You're actually pretty fun. - Diana

Thanks, but don't bother. I know Riley's influence. There's never really a choice in the matter for most people. It's either 'follow her' or 'be a loser'. - Blair

I thought you and her didn't talk that often? You seem to know a lot about this. - Diana

People talk and she isn't exactly subtle about it. Can I ask you for something? - Blair

I guess so. - Diana

Would Riley throw a fit if she knew you were talking with me? - Blair

... I'm pretty sure she would. - Diana

Thought so... can I ask another thing? - Blair

Shoot. - Diana

What's your phone number? - Blair

Why? – Diana

I like talking to you, Diana. And I doubt Riley would think you're texting No Flare Blair of all people. It's fine if you don't want to, I figured I'd ask. - Blair