Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii & Katina Tarask]
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				Title: <strong>Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 04:55:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j309/Otachii/Character/Apic75.jpg)</div>The harsh thump of her heart kept rhythm to the steady rise and fall of her thick heavy breasts as air filled and left her lungs rapidly; she was so nervous she could barely keep her knees from buckling under her weight they trembled so hard. Cheerleading tryouts weren’t exactly the toughest thing Cherry Tsukuyomi had ever faced and yet the petite young bombshell couldn’t recall a time when she was so on edge. Five months she had been at Hawthorne Academy and not one friend did Cherry have to call her own but making the team could change all that, it would also get the school board off her back. She needed to be involved in some sort of school club or team to fulfill the terms of her scholarship, but that certainly wasn't Cherry's motivation for trying out for the team, just a bonus. No longer would she be the outcast she had been all her life, no longer would she be seen as just that poor girl with the huge rack. She’d be a Hawthorne Thunderbolt; she’d be apart of the most highly regarded cheer squad in the state, apart of the bubbly support for the top ranking high school football team in the country. She’d find popularity, she’d gain respect and she’d have friends; everything was riding on that moment where she stood between two other hopefuls who trumped her in height and fit into skinnier skirts. She was doomed. <br><br>“Alright we’re down to our last open spot girls.” A tall bubbly blonde with a bouncy ponytail and helpful push-up bra chimed out, her high-pitched voice echoing around the gym. She had big teeth and a pointed nose yet Cherry couldn’t help feeling like she was somehow the prettiest, most desirable girl in the gymnasium, perhaps because she was the captain. The older girl who had introduced herself as Amber seemed like such a nice, sweet girl, but she enjoyed her job of dashing the hopes and dreams of her fellow female peers a little too much to be considered <em>‘nice’</em>. Her hands upon her toned, narrow hips Amber paced slowly back and forth in front of the three lined up girls, blue eyes sizing them up as her red skirt swished just below her rear end. Cherry hated being scrutinized, she could just hear what Amber was thinking; she was far too short, far too chubby, her boobs were far too big, her hips far too wide, her features far too Asian. Everything that could be wrong with a cheerleader was wrong with Cherry and already she wanted to cry over the shame of it.<br><br>There was no way she could be a cheerleader, what had she been thinking even trying out? “Cherry Tsukuyomi.” The tiny girl snapped to attention, surprisingly round violet eyes rising from their timid position locked at the tip of the toes of her black high-heels to see that Amber had stopped right in front of her. Cherry gulped and despite herself offered the sweetest smile she could possibly muster while feeling like she was about to vomit, which Amber did not immediately return. But eventually the vivacious blonde smirked not unkindly and hope rose in Cherry’s stomach. “Welcome to the Hawthorne Thunderbolts.”<br>---<br>Cherry’s heart was still racing; Amber's voice still echoing in her mind, <em>“Welcome to the Hawthorne Thunderbolts”</em>. Oh Cherry was so excited she could squeal and squeal she did, skipping a bit on her toes to make that expansive bosom jiggle against the binding fabric of her white collared shirt, threatening to burst the buttons that already seemed so strained against those bodacious breasts. Night had fallen, Cherry should have been nestled in her dorm like a good little student but she had been given special privileges to attend the initiation ceremony for the cheerleading squad that was being held that night in the gym. She couldn't imagine what sort of things went on at this <em>“initiation ceremony”</em> but she imagined it would be something of a party and so was rather excited. When she arrived Cherry found herself ushered to the bleachers to sit amongst the few other girls that were new to the team while Amber and a few of the other cheerleaders rustled through boxes and called out names. When Cherry’s name was called she promptly rushed to Amber, pretty smile plastered upon her darling face and that happy hop still in her step. “Listen Tsukuyomi… This is the largest size we have in both the skirt and the shirt so watch the carb intake alright? You can’t afford to add anymore meat to those bones.”<br><br>Amber commented, never once faltering from her bubbly demeanor but effectively crushing Cherry’s spirit as she handed her her uniform (http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j309/Otachii/Character/SC_8182-1.jpg). Clutching the vibrant red fabric tight to her stomach as if afraid it would be snatched away from her Cherry dragged her <em>‘chubby butt’</em> back to the bleachers and plopped down miserably. She wasn’t fat, she refused to let herself think that; she was just blessed with very thick curves and what was so wrong with that? “Alright girls, head to the locker room and get changed then the initiation can really begin.” Amber called above the raucous chatter of teenage girls and in unison they all rose and headed to the locker room. Quick as she could, not much liking the idea of being naked in front of others, Cherry changed into her uniform; the skirt flowed quite nicely from her hips to flare just below the curve of her ass, exposing the very bottom of those luscious round cheeks clung to so deliciously by her white spanky pants as it swayed about her thighs. <br><br>But the top clung so tightly to those mountainous globes that hung from her chest that Cherry was surprised she even managed to get it on. It rose high on her tummy, noticeably higher than the other girls’ shirts did, to rest just beneath the expansion of her chest even with the white ties on the sides tied as loosely as possible. Their every movement was defined, the slight way they bounced with every step she took, the way they knocked into one another if she turned too hard. It was awkward, far sexier than anything Cherry was used to wearing and the young girl just couldn’t shake her embarrassment as she headed back into the gym with the others, trying to step lightly to keep her breasts at bay. Cheeks flushed with color, thin arms wrapped around her chest Cherry entered the gym with her head bowed timidly once more. But a curious murmur filled the gym, one not of teenage girls but caused by far gruffer voices. <br><br>Much to her surprise when Cherry looked up she found the gym filled with boys, a few of which she recognized as ones from the football team. “What are they doing here?” She heard another girl whisper and as if to answer Amber’s high voice called out. “Line up girls!” Desperate to please, they all did just that, standing side-by-side in front of Amber, her lackeys and the boys. Cherry didn’t know what it was, but there was an air in the room that seemed suffocating, a sort of tension that made her incredibly uncomfortable, or maybe it was the way the boys were staring at them, leering actually. Amber stepped forward; her hips clung to by what had to be the largest boy Cherry had ever seen. <br><br>He was at least six feet and five inches tall, had to be over two hundred and eighty pounds and didn’t look all that nice or smart. He had his arm possessively wrapped around Amber’s hips and, as Cherry began to notice, the other senior members of the squad had members of the football team holding onto them as well. Some where even making out far too passionately then was appropriate for public view in Cherry's opinion. “Some of you know what goes on at the initiation of the Hawthorne Thunderbolt cheerleaders…” Amber began and Cherry felt a few of the girls in line with her shift uncomfortably, someone even whimpered; what was going on? “For those of you naïve to our ways…” Her crystal eyes scanned the crowd and Cherry couldn’t help but notice the clouded look in them, nor the way the boy next to her had dropped a hand and seemed to be messaging Amber’s rear beneath her skirt… <br><br><em>What the hell is going on?</em> “This initiation is where you will be chosen by what we like to refer to as your guardian. He will watch over you, take care of you in every and any way he can for as long as you are a member of the squad and in return… you will cater to his <em>every</em> need.” A husky moan in the corner caught Cherry’s attention and she couldn’t help but gasp, dewy lavender eyes going wide with shock at what she saw; in the corner of the gym one of the girls had gotten to her knees and was in the process of pleasuring one of the football players. Cherry’s face turned a violent shade of red and quickly she looked away, her eyes saucers of astonishment; this wasn’t happening, that wasn’t what Amber had meant, it couldn't be. But then why was she locked in a sickeningly passionate embrace with that monstrous young man; why was one of the girls quietly crying and why the hell were the leering boys approaching them. <br><br><em>No, no, no.</em> Cherry took a step back, eyes upon the floor, head shaking wildly to send her silken brown locks flying around her pretty face. This wasn’t happening, who would possibly agree to such a thing? Her arms formed tighter around her bountiful bosom, squeezing the large squishy globes tightly together as if attempting to shield them from some sort of attack and as she clung to them Cherry could feel her chest tightening around her lungs. She couldn't breathe, couldn't speak and felt so lightheaded, she swore the gym was spinning around her. She had to get out of there, there was no way she could do this; popularity and scholarship be damned! She'd not allow any of these boys to lay a finger on her, not one of them! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 07:23:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/DancingDoggie/Female/Fall_in_line____by_fragmented___.jpg)</div>"Alright, the girls'll be here soon, so listen up."&nbsp; A freckle-faced redhead blessed with the visage of an eternally angry tomato commands in a deep, booming voice.&nbsp; Daniel Masters, quarterback for the Hawthorne Thunderbolts.&nbsp; He wasn't captain, but he may as well be, considering he's been on the team for four years and he's nearly the only brain on the team and capable of more forms of persuasion than just threatening to cave someone's face in unlike a certain captain he might know.&nbsp; He stands before the football team for an 'awards ceremony,' of sorts.&nbsp; Everyone there already knows the gist of it, but he explains anyways, if only to make sure everyone understands the strings attached.<br><br>"You all know the Thunderbolts are the best, Hawthorne's pride and joy, and with that comes respect and certain... <em>other</em> benefits.&nbsp; Any minute now, the cheer squad is coming through those doors, but before that, I need to lay down the law.&nbsp; First, the fun part.&nbsp; Everyone gets a cheerleader.&nbsp; She's yours.&nbsp; She's there to obey and to keep you happy.&nbsp; Use her as you will."&nbsp; That gets some rowdy cheers out of the guys, but Masters quiets them down quickly.&nbsp; "But!&nbsp; There are conditions.&nbsp; First of all, you each get <em>one</em> cheerleader, and <em>only</em> one.&nbsp; No getting greedy, no putting your mitts on someone else's girl without their say-so.&nbsp; If you wanna share, then by all means go ahead, but be damn sure everyone involved knows ahead of time.&nbsp; That includes the girls.&nbsp; Second, I know a lot of you like playing rough and tend to break your toys.&nbsp; Don't.&nbsp; Your girl is yours, but she's also your responsibility; you're her guardian, and it's your job to take care of her.&nbsp; If someone's messing with her, you take care of it.&nbsp; And if she's acting up, don't force the issue; come to me, the captain, or the cheer coach and it will be taken care of.&nbsp; If you absolutely must put her in her place, make damn sure there ain't a mark showing, and remember how much skin their uniforms show.&nbsp; Third, these girls are a reward for <em>winning</em>.&nbsp; If we lose a game, me, Coach, and the captain will go over the game and decide who's at fault.&nbsp; If we decide you're at fault, you're not allowed to set a finger on your girl until we forgive you.&nbsp; Don't even try and get around that one; it won't just get you suspended.&nbsp; It'll get you kicked off the team, maybe even out of school.&nbsp; Now, the girls are about to come in, and they'll present the fresh meat.&nbsp; Those of you who don't have one yet, claim whichever one you want.&nbsp; If two of you claim the same girl, it's her call who she goes to.&nbsp; And no bitching about it later.&nbsp; Are we clear?"&nbsp; The team lets out some bestial noise that presumably means "yes," and with that the briefing's over.<br><br>"Yeah, yeah."&nbsp; One voice in the mob actually speaks instead of grunting for approval; a slender figure off to the side, wearing just jeans and a baggy white tee instead of the letter jacket everyone else has on.&nbsp; This dispassionate individual is easily the smallest person in the room, and doesn't much look like a football player; the kicker, perhaps?<br><br>While the 'kicker' tries to pretend the team isn't there, one of the other players sneaks up from behind and grabs 'his' ass, evoking little more reaction than closed eyes and a clenched fist.&nbsp; "Y'know, Murphy.&nbsp; If the cheer squad takes much longer, you might get lucky and have the boys and I straighten you out."&nbsp; Murphy's reply?&nbsp; One middle finger before walking further outside the group, ignoring the team's laughter.&nbsp; "Eh, she ain't worth it anyways."<br><br>Shane Murphy.&nbsp; Thunderbolt.&nbsp; Forward.&nbsp; Sole woman in a room so flooded with testosterone it ought to be marked a biohazard.<br><br>She's not half as excited as any of the boys to get her own personal toy.&nbsp; She's mostly just here because it's a perk of the station, and she's not one to turn anything down.&nbsp; Or rather, she got a host as a perk of her station, and traded hers for the kicker's cheerleader.&nbsp; After all, if she can't find a tolerable lady willing to admit she likes the same, she may as well grab herself a pet slut for a bed warmer.&nbsp; <br><br>And then, at long last, the cheerleaders walk in, and like all the guys, Shane gauges the girls like pieces of meat all through their final briefing.&nbsp; She averts her gaze as one of the guys decides that this would be an excellent place to get a blow job.&nbsp; <em>Pig.</em><br><br>As she watches the scene unfold, one girl catches her eye; she'd seen her before, heard about her.&nbsp; The new girl.&nbsp; The poor girl.&nbsp; That's about all anyone cares about, since she came a year late to fall into any good clique, or to at least earn a decent for herself like Shane managed to... <em>What was her name?&nbsp; Cher?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Shana?&nbsp; No... The name's on the tip of my tongue.</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;The forward's cold blue eyes soften as she watches her obvious-but-silent panic attack.&nbsp; Did she honestly not know what she was getting into?&nbsp; Pity starts welling up in Shane's chest, but she tries to beat it back down; there is no greater insult than to pity someone.&nbsp; Still... <em>Maybe I can get something better than a pet sl-</em><br><br>"Damn, look at the knockers on that one.&nbsp; I'll take her," the dolt who grabbed Shane's ass announces.<br><br><em>Oh no you don't, fucker.</em>&nbsp; "I want Cherry," she declares, as much to spite whatever-his-name-was as anything.&nbsp; "Which makes it her call," she says rather pointedly to her opposition.&nbsp; And now, to make this happen; that girl looked just fine until her captain got around to saying, 'Oh, and you have to be some strange man's sex toy,' part.&nbsp; She approaches Cherry, her strong, confident gaze meeting the newest cheerleader's eyes, but right now, in this place, there's more to it than that.&nbsp; Right now, in this place, those two blue eyes are the only ones in the room turned Cherry's way that they look like they see a person rather than an insect or a hunk of meat.&nbsp; "And unlike him, I can promise to protect you, so you don't wind up <em>anyone's</em> cum dumpster.&nbsp; You won't have to end up like that."&nbsp; She extends her hand to the girl, now within arm's reach.&nbsp; "You wanna get out of here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 00:21:15</strong>
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				Cherry could swear the expansive gym was getting smaller, it's walls closing in on her. Always a bit of a perfectionist, she was prone to fits of minor anxiety when she had a test coming up in school and had to cram studying for it in between her job and writing numerous papers for other classes. But the worry she had suffered over trying to keep her grades up in all her classes couldn't compare, couldn't even come close the the fear and the stress she felt in that moment. <em>'I'm going to be used, abused, treated like some lowly, dirty thing; a slut.'</em> Cherry felt nausea overcome her and pursed her lips tightly to keep herself from being sick right there in the middle of the gymnasium. Not one boy had touched her or even said anything to her yet and already Cherry felt violated, she felt disgusted. Was this what being a Thunderbolt cheerleader was all about? <br><br>Sacrificing your dignity, your self-respect, your purity for the sake of popularity and status? <em>'I don't want it, not any of it!'</em>[/color] Cherry shook her head more prominently, flinching and wrapping her arms tighter around herself as the call of a boy reached her ears. The girl with the big rack, he was talking about her, he'd claimed her. Cherry let out a sort of gagged whimper, opening her mouth in protest though she wasn't sure what she could say. <em>'I refuse! I absolutely refuse! I'm no one's slut!'</em> <br><br>But the words wouldn't come out; she was afraid to say them, afraid of the repercussions they would cause. She'd be kicked off the team, completely alienated, she'd lose her scholarship and have to go back to those God awful boonies she thought she had escaped from. She didn't want to go back, she didn't want to be an outsider but she couldn't be someone's toy, she just couldn't. <em>“I want Cherry.”</em> Cherry's big violet eyes had remained close throughout her little episode, unable to see whether anyone had noticed her distress of even cared. But when she heard someone actually use her name the pretty irises became exposed, her head lifting slightly but her arms remaining firmly wrapped protectively around her expansive bosom. <br><br>Violet met blue and Cherry's heart stopped. <em>'He's so beautiful...'</em> she heard her mind whisper and her cheeks which had flushed pink in her nervous fit grew crimson under the boy's gaze. She watched as the oddly lovely young man moved toward her, dewy eyes sparkling like newly shined amethyst in wonder as he extended his hand toward her and spoke his piece. Normally such ch a foul term as <em>'cum-dumpster'</em> would have had the prudish Cherry wrinkling her nose in disgusted objection but watching the stranger's full lips forming even such vile words made Cherry heart flutter. <em>'His lips look so soft...</em> Her mind trailed and Cherry felt her face go even hotter as she stared bewildered at the beautiful specimen before her. <br><br><em>'What are you thinking?! He's here so he must be just like the others, no matter what he says!'</em> Her mind reasoned and Cherry knew the thought to be true but there was something different about this boy, something Cherry couldn't identify, something oddly appealing. There was something about the way those blue eyes looked at her that calmed Cherry, at least enough that she could extend a trembling hand to grip his strangely slender digits tightly. Almost as soon as she had his hand and with only a simple strangely polite “Yes please” Cherry made an attempt to move swiftly for the boy and curl her arm into his and, unless he had some objection or inclination to fight it, Cherry began leading the boy quickly toward the rear exit of the gym, practically sprinting for the door. If he allowed her to cling to him and in turn press herself against his arm he'd undoubtedly feel the way her expansive bosom heaved in her panic as the cushy mounds brushed against his limb as well as the way her entire body shook. Clearly she wanted out of there... ASAP. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 03:27:51</strong>
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				As Cherry starts opening up and reaching out, Shane flashes her winningest smile, trying to look comforting instead of looking like a wolf that's caught the sheep, because she's not like that.&nbsp; Really.&nbsp; When the girl agrees, Shane feels not triumph, but... relief.&nbsp; Relief that she didn't run, or break down completely, or decide she's the worse monster.&nbsp; She's about to reply when she suddenly finds herself dragged towards the door, and instead calls out to the cheer captain, or whoever's in charge, "If there are any formalities you need, they can wait."<br><br>"Wha- bu-"<br><br>"No bitching."<br><br>The guy who'd tried to claim Cherry's breasts starts to object as the scene unfolds, only to be shut down promptly by Masters.&nbsp; Other than that, there's little objection as the duo bursts out of the gym and into the chill night air.&nbsp; As they go along, Shane looks down at the girl she just abducted, and actually does look at those knockers, and feels them pressing against her arm.&nbsp; Suddenly, the night doesn't feel so cold.&nbsp; <em>Maybe... just a little pet slut?</em>&nbsp; A vision pops in her head of taking Cherry back to the dorms, pinning her to the bed, and- <em>No!&nbsp; Bad Shane, bad.</em><br><br>Still, it's not long before it's obvious they're not heading anywhere but "not-the-gym."&nbsp; They have to go somewhere, and that somewhere is absolutely not the dorm.&nbsp; She looks around a bit, and leads Cherry over to the soccer field, so they can sit down in the bleachers, where Shane starts doing about the only thing she can right now; be a shoulder to cry on. <br><br>"It's alright.&nbsp; It's alright.&nbsp; I won't let them hurt you."&nbsp; She utters reassuring platitudes, hoping to calm her cheerleader down.
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				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 05:51:49</strong>
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				Cherry didn't know where she was going and she didn't really care, anything but that accursed gymnasium that was turning into something more like an orgy house as the other girls were scooped up by the starved, vile boys that would have them. The chill of the night air lifted her skirt and made her loose brunette tresses dance but it's bite couldn't reach her as she stalked on the arm of what she thought was the “boy” who had claimed her. She felt sick, still not quite sure that she'd be able to keep her dinner down if she opened her mouth as her mind spun about dizzyingly. <em>'That didn't just happen, it couldn't have.'</em> Her mind tried to reason as she chewed upon her pouting lower lip. <em>'No school would ever allow that, ever!'</em>[/i] <br><br>But there was no comfort to be had in the thought for Cherry, her mind was logical enough to know that what she had witnessed was no dream or illusion she had made up in her mind. But how could it be? How could that be allowed to go on in a school? Cherry was so wrapped up in her thoughts, in her frantic attempt to make sense of what had just happened that she didn't notice where her escort was leading her until he seated her upon the cold bench that actually stung the exposed skin of her voluptuous thighs that it touched. Also she had no idea that she was crying until she heard the boy begin to comfort her. She touched a hand to her damp cheek, hiccuping softly as her head fell to the boy's shoulder. <br><br>“How can the school allow that to happen? It's horrible!” She expressed aloud in a wet sob, her arm wrapped firmly around her company's so that he could feel the way her body quaked and her abundant chest jerked with her tiny cries. She wasn't hysterical, not yet, but clearly what Cherry had saw bothered her deeply. “What kind of guy would agree to that? What kind of girl would go along with that?” She went on, shaking her head in disbelief as she swiped at her big violet eyes, pulling her head off the boy's shoulder and moving her arm to release her hold on him. <br><br>“I'm sorry. I just... that was...” She had no words for it. Her hands fell to her lap, toying with the hem of her skirt that rested over her tightly pressed thighs, her head hung as she sniffled, large mounds stretching against the fabric of her top with her straightened posture and every shaky intake of breath. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 06:50:50</strong>
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				"Just let it all out,", Shane says to the crying girl.&nbsp; Her first instinct is to wrap her arm around the smaller girl's shoulder, but instead finds her arm pressed more and more against Cherry's chest, and this indirect groping is driving some less-than-appropriate thoughts.&nbsp; The kind of thoughts that are entirely natural to have when there's a half-naked, buxom beauty clinging to one's arm.&nbsp; And then, the cheerleader starts asking questions.&nbsp; Questions that deserve honest answers, even if Cherry isn't in a state to accept them.<br><br>With a sigh, she begins.&nbsp; "I thought all the new cheerleaders knew the arrangement going in.&nbsp; That's not the sort of thing you just drop on someone, but..."&nbsp; As she speaks, she finds her arm freed, so she does as she first intended, wrapping an arm around what was supposed to be her new bed warmer.&nbsp; Shane likes to think she's tough, and pretends not to notice the cold, but she has hardly a speck of fat on her lean body and the breeze cuts rather painfully at her goosepimpled arms.&nbsp; Right now, she wants to touch Cherry's body more for her body heat than any carnal desire, and subconsciously draws even nearer.<br><br>"For the school, it's business.&nbsp; The football team brings in a lot of money and publicity,both of which a school needs to survive.&nbsp; Competition is just about the only cost-effective way for a school like this to advertise, after all, and if it couldn't do that, the school would wither and die."&nbsp; She explains all this as if it were as natural as the sun rising in the morning, as if she were teaching a child about the water cycle.<br><br>She stares out into the distance while continuing her deadpan rant.&nbsp; "As for the guys and girls involved... The guys define their manhood by the quality of their woman.&nbsp; The girls define their womanhood by the quality of their man.&nbsp; The cheerleaders are defined as the best women, the football players are defined as the best men, and ridiculous caricatures of traditional gender roles replace actually having any sort of relationship, perpetuating the illusion that everyone involved is lucky to be so."<br><br>She turns back to Cherry for her conclusion.&nbsp; "In other words, humans suck.&nbsp; Not very comforting, I know, but it's the answer to most of the world's hard questions, unfortunately.&nbsp; Just be glad you're better than that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 08:27:59</strong>
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				The prospect of sex for the gratification of sex, of using somebody for ones own advantages, for disregarding basic morality wasn't a new one to Cherry. Sure she was a conservative sort of young woman, but she was a young woman none-the-less and had grown up with other young people. Teenagers in Hawthorne Academy weren't much different from the ones Cherry had known back home; the only difference was that these teenagers had the complete support of the adults around them, financial and otherwise. They were exempt from the rules, their misdeed known about but ignored and it was this aspect that scared and confused Cherry most. How could it be allowed to go on as it did. The cold wind swirled lightly through the air and Cherry could feel now the way it caressed her bare skin but it didn't particularly bother her. <br><br>She wondered if it was because of how upset she was or because of the way the boy had tucked her under his arm and moved in close. Cherry wasn't frightened by the gesture, she barely seemed to notice it in fact as she leaned toward him just slightly in an accepting manner. She kept her head down, her gaze on her pale knees that glowed under the lights still shining on the field as her companion spoke, explaining to her the way of things; things Cherry already knew deep down but seemed unable to face. “Yes, you're right, I know that.” Cherry admitted quietly as she rose a hand to rub at a reddened tear-streaked cheek. “I guess just being faced with it like that, so suddenly, it really threw me off you know?” <br><br>She tried to explain herself, honestly beginning to feel a little silly for her breakdown. <em>'Maybe I'm just immature...'</em> She thought sadly, giving a small shake of her head to banish the thought as she turned her eyes to the boy. He was very close, so close perhaps her found the scent of Cherry's sweet citrus shampoo wafting towards him, and now that her freakout was over Cherry found her mind trailing back to her original thoughts when first the boy had approached her. <em>'He's so pretty... I think he might be prettier then I am.'</em>[/color] Yes, Cherry knew she was an attractive girl, or at least she thought she had pleasing features; big eyes, a heart-shaped face, smooth skin, other large assets which most people found appealing. <br><br>She found herself wondering if this boy found her attractive. It was possible he had just approached her out of pity when he noticed her having her anxiety attack, he didn't seem to be looking for sex after all. “What's your name?” A tilt of her head was given as she posed the question, her round eyes locked upon his blue pools almost captivated by them but they shifted almost bashfully between his soft-looking mouth and those piercing eyes. Cherry didn't want to stare too long at either but didn't want to look elsewhere because that would be rude while she was speaking to him and the young girl was all about being respectful and polite. “Forgive me, you know mine but I don't know yours. I don't pay much attention to football, or sports in general for that matter.” She says, her lips curling into something of a smile but it looked to be a forced expression as Cherry fought to subdue her lingering distress.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 04:56:37</strong>
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				Shane tries to stay on her best behavior, but it's difficult.&nbsp; She finds herself stroking Cherry's warm shoulder with her chilled hand, and can't help but picture some of the other places she'd like to stroke.&nbsp; Those breasts, that stomach, those legs, and-&nbsp; <em>No!&nbsp; Bad Shane!</em>&nbsp; She catches herself staring at Cherry's chest again, and tears her gaze away just in time to make eye contact.&nbsp; She can't help but gulp as she stares into the violet depths, and if she could smell anything in this cold, or it may be too much.&nbsp; Instead, her quickening breath hangs visibly in the air as she does stare into Cherry's eyes, if only to keep from being caught staring elsewhere.<br><br>"I understand," she replies, trying to retain her composure by keeping up the comforting and answering her questions.&nbsp; "And don't worry.&nbsp; I don't keep track of sports much, either; I just like playing.&nbsp; My name's Shane.&nbsp; Shane Murphy.&nbsp; I've seen you around campus and heard... well, I've heard a lot of folks talking behind your back, to be honest, but I try not to pay attention to gossip."&nbsp; She laughs awkwardly, trying to brush off that unfortunate turn, all the while growing more and more aware of the heat bleeding through her jeans from Cherry's thigh.&nbsp; In the back of her mind, she curses the fabric of her pants, wishing she were in shorts despite the cold, just to have that skin-to-skin contact.&nbsp; But this isn't a time for thoughts like that.&nbsp; Or of just straddling her cheerleader and taking her here and now.<br><br>"Anyways," she says to change the subject.&nbsp; "You must be getting cold."&nbsp; Actually, the cold's starting to get unbearable on Shane's end, but if there's an excuse to project that on someone else, she'll take it.&nbsp; "And it's getting kinda late, too.&nbsp; I should probably see you back to your dorm."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 07:30:43</strong>
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				Any discomfort the boy could have been feeling in that moment he sat with Cherry on the bleachers was completely lost upon the young woman. All Cherry really noticed about her companion was how close her was, how nice-looking he was and how he seemed to be doing his best to not only make Cherry feel comfortable with him but to relate to her on some level. She hadn't noticed how his eyes had zoned in upon her bosom and she couldn't read his mind so in Cherry's mind this boy, who had offered Shane as his name, was a perfectly nice and respectful one. <em>'I wonder then, why was he even in that gymnasium?'</em> Perhaps that thought should have put some doubt into Cherry's mind, but strangely the young woman found it hard to think badly of Shane. Maybe it was those blue eyes of his that stared so intently into her own and made Cherry stomach tingle every time rose her own to them. <br><br>“Ah, well I'd rather they do that anyway.” Cherry shrugged and gave a sort of dry laugh, her hand moving to brush her silken brown hair behind one of her ears. “I don't much like confrontation and don't care too much about what people that don't know me say about me. She claimed and it was partly true. Sure it hurt to be an outsider, knowing full and well that no one around you accepted or liked you, but Cherry had always seen it as other peoples' ignorance and therefore nothing for her to fret over too much. Those pretty purple eyes blinked with confusion as Shane mentioned the cold of the night and it was only then that Cherry took notice of the chilled bumps going up the boy's arm. <br><br>“Oh, uh, yes.” Cherry accentuated her lie with a nod. She wasn't cold at all but she could tell Shane was and didn't want to make him feel like the odd-man-out. “That's not necessary; it's at the far end of the campus, the 'roach dorms' everyone calls them I guess. The ones provided by the school for the few of us whose parents can't or won't shell out the money for room and board.” She said as she began to rise to her feet, attempting to brush off Shane's arm lightly with the movement though if he chose to keep it there she'd be fine taking him with her as she stood. “I've yet to see a roach though and I'm quite sure if they were there they'd be all over my room because of the filth my roommate lives in.” <br><br>Cherry's small laugh rang through the brisk night air, her teeth surrounding her lower lip in a small smile. “It really is awful though; something on her side of the room near her desk smells a bit odd but I'm too afraid to go poking around to try and find out what it is and get rid of it.” Again Cherry giggled, her violet eyes brightening with the curl of her finely puckered lips as she stared Shane's way. “But anyway, I wouldn't want you walking all that way in this cold only to walk all the way back the other way when you really don't have to.” Her hands clasped rather cutely in front of her hips, causing her arms to noticeably press her sizable breasts together as she cast her eyes almost shyly away from Shane, embarrassed that she had babbled briefly. She seemed unable to look at the boy unless she was talking to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 23:38:13</strong>
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				Shane gets up after Cherry, moseying away from the benches a bit, fidgeting a bit to keep from getting too cold.&nbsp; "Eh, my parents were in the 'wouldn't pay' category through freshman year.&nbsp; I know the roach dorms half as bad as they're made out to be.&nbsp; And they were quieter than the Johnston building, too."&nbsp; Shane's dorm, the Johnston building is one of the cheaper dorms, and closer to the roach dorms than most, though it's still quite a walk.<br><br>"And this campus may be pretty safe, but I'm not about to let you walk home alone, in the middle of the night, and dressed like that."&nbsp; She nods to Cherry's oh-so-revealing cheer outfit.&nbsp; "Don't worry about the walk.&nbsp; They had us running laps around campus first thing in the morning in the dead of winter for conditioning, so this is nothing."<br><br>As she talks, she still can't tear her gaze away from her cheerleader.&nbsp; Her gaze starts at the chest, which seems to shift and morph at every little move, then her sights slide south down that bare, inviting belly out to more hips than the skirt is designed to hold, making the garment seem that much shorter as her eyes slide down those legs.&nbsp; Then, there's a sudden surreal moment as Shane realizes that what she's admiring as a trait of foreign and exotic beauty is that a girl is actually girl-shaped.&nbsp; She manages to keep from laughing, but a goofy smirk does make it to her face.<br><br>"Besides," she adds, smile still on her face.&nbsp; "It's a lovely night for a walk.&nbsp; Shall we?"&nbsp; Again, she offers her hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 03:12:33</strong>
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				Due to her unwillingness to look directly at Shane unless she was speaking to him Cherry didn't notice just how intently he stared at her. It was for the best of course. If Cherry had happened to catch the way her escort, what was supposed to be her guardian in exchange for her sexual devotion, she wouldn't have felt nearly as comfortable in his presence as she did. Indeed it was odd to Cherry; usually she was much more awkward around boys, much shyer and far quieter but for whatever reason it was different with Shane. He wasn't domineering and his thin frame and lack of height (for a boy anyway) made for little in terms of intimidation; also his face which was just so pretty Cherry couldn't imagine it could twist into the ugly hungered look most boys had when they looked with her. Actually, though she wouldn't say it out loud for fear of upsetting the poor boy, Cherry suspected the reason she felt so at easy in Shane's presence was because he was rather feminine. In terms of looks anyway. <br><br>“Oh really? What room were you in?” Cherry inquired with interest as her violet eyes drew their way back toward Shane, her surprise clear in their depths. Cherry knew that she wasn't the only student attending Hawthorne Academy whose parents were unable or unwilling to pay for the more lavish things offered by the school such as the private dorms in the main building. Still she was surprised whenever she came across someone who was in the same boat as she was, or even a similar one. A hand swept through her brunette locks as Cherry bowed her head to distract from the faint tinge of pink that overtook her cheeks as Shane pointed out her outfit, or lack there of. She had left her clothes in the locker room, but she wasn't about to head back to the gym to retrieve them. <br><br><em>'Who knows what's going on in there?'</em> Cherry shivered at the thought, her eyes closing briefly only to open to the sight of Shane's offered hand. Her gaze flicked to his eyes, noting the smile his rather sumptuous mouth had formed into and Cherry found herself wondering what joke she had missed. “Yes...” Cherry begins, her own lips curling into a tiny but very pretty smile as her smooth hand slips across his fingers to press into his palm in acceptance, allowing him to lead her where he would. “I supposed it&nbsp; is.” If he was so inclined to part his own Cherry would even lace her fingers inside his, pressing her arm in close so that their arms touched and he could share her warmth. <br><br>No matter what he said Cherry could tell her companion was cold and so was willing to step far outside her comfort zone to try and offer him the same comfort he had given to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 05:27:38</strong>
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				The duo walks along through the campus, quieter than either has ever seen it, with nary a soul in sight.&nbsp; The students and teachers are all asleep, and even the maintenance staff have completed their rounds.&nbsp; It really is a beautiful campus, always kept clean and carefully landscaped, and for the moment, peaceful.<br><br>Yet it does nothing to calm Shane's thoughts as the two walk along arm-in-arm, hand-in-hand, almost like a couple.&nbsp; <em>She seems interested... but in which me?</em>&nbsp; Shane definitely has a charm to her, and Cherry wouldn't be the first girl she'd string along, but usually, they see a cute boy, and a girl just won't do.&nbsp; Cherry seems like she could be special, or at least a lot of fun, but does she know?&nbsp; And when would be a good time to tell her?&nbsp; In Shane's eyes, the ideal time to tell a girl something like that would be while her hand's between her legs making her scream, proving herself as a lover, but it's not exactly easy to keep things gray that long and she hasn't been able to field test that idea.<br><br>When Cherry asks about her former room, Shane nearly freezes in place for a moment, as if caught in a lie.&nbsp; <em>Oh shit.&nbsp; She guessed.</em>&nbsp; Yet... it seems like such an innocent question.&nbsp; Deceptively safe.&nbsp; It's not quite incrimination.&nbsp; "R-room 304," she says, not quite as confident as usual.&nbsp; Floor 3.&nbsp; A girls' floor.&nbsp; At least it was last year.&nbsp; And... there's no surprise.&nbsp; No shock, no horror, no freaking out.&nbsp; <em>Does that mean she's okay with it?</em>&nbsp; She does a little dance inside for the rest of the peaceful walk, before they reach the doorstep of Cherry's dorm, where she starts getting flustered again.<br><br><em>Maybe she'll invite me in?&nbsp; No, it's too soon for that.&nbsp; Would a good night kiss be appropriate?&nbsp; Maybe, maybe not...</em>&nbsp; "Well... here we are.&nbsp; Good night," she blurts out, giving Cherry a quick peck on the forehead before rushing out into the night.&nbsp; Whether that kiss was a chaste farewell from someone too tall to easily reach Cherry's cheek or a sign of something more is unclear to all but Shane, who hurries back home, and up to the room she has all to herself.<br><br>She tries to go through her evening routine to get ready for bed, but she can't shake the vision of that brown-haired, violet-eyed, girl-shaped cheerleader.&nbsp; Without her consent, her mind strips away that scant cheer uniform to flaunt what little glorious skin was left hidden.&nbsp; As Shane stands before the mirror, discarding her clothes to reveal a form that is undeniably female from the waste down, her imagination creates daydreams of Cherry behind her, taking her hand and beckoning her to bed.&nbsp; A task they succeed at without Shane even finishing changing, instead opting to spend some quality time with a hand that should be Cherry's, under an electric blanket that does a miserable job emulating the warmth of another human body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 07:58:56</strong>
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				The place in the middle of her forehead where Shane's lips had pressed was still warm as Cherry stared bewildered at the boy's swiftly retreating back. She had been given no time to react, not time to even say goodbye and Cherry was left with an odd feeling of emptiness as she turned and headed into her dorm building, cradling her burning cheeks in her palms. She had to suffer through the indifferent teases and never ending questions of her roommate when she entered her room, kicking aside the other girls dirty clothes and strewn books to get to her bed. “Nice outfit.- So who picked you, was he hot at least?- Hey careful, you'll stain my skirt! Who knows what you got on those sneakers during that orgy they call an <em>initiation</em>.” But Cherry had ignored the girl, as she so often did, batting off her questions with the excuse of exhaustion as she undressed. Her ears were numb by the time her roommate started listing off the disgusting reasons why she'd be exhausted and Cherry climbed safely into bed to close her eyelids, behind which pretty blue eyes stared down at her. <br><hr><br>The next day was relatively normal for Cherry. Though she was now a cheerleader it had yet to do anything to boast her status, though it did give her a table to sit at during lunch period. But even though she was one of them Cherry got the feeling that the other girls were shunning her, but being so used to it she just figured it was for the same reason all the other students ignored her; because she was poor. There was something off about that day though; Cherry wasn't sure if she was just imagining things or being paranoid but she got the feeling like every guy she past in the hallways was gawking at her as if she were some strange magnificent creature. It wasn't unusual for some guys to stare at her, but it seemed like a lot more then usual were and for that matter, Cherry got the feeling that the girls around her were trying to avoid her. One girl in the bathroom had even abruptly stopped washing her hands when Cherry moved to the sink beside her and moved over to another sink. <br><br><em>“Maybe not everyone likes a cheerleader.”</em>[/color] She thought indifferently as she walked through the school grounds, heading back toward her dorm. Cherry was trying not to be too discouraged about it, perhaps acceptance would come once everyone got used to the idea of having a poor, fat girl on the cheer squad. Her mind was elsewhere and her eyes were down as Cherry passed by the soccer field, hardly noticing that there was a practice going on as she watched the toes of her black shoes and listened the the rhythmicc way their thick heels clicked on the pavement as the skirt of her school uniform (http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j309/Otachii/animeschoolgirl.jpg) swished around her thighs in time. She could vaguely hear some shouts of encouraging or instruction but it wasn't until the name <em>Murphy</em> rang out that Cherry looked up and snapped to attention. She wasn't sure who exactly had yelled the name or why and didn't immediately understand it's importance when she looked toward the soccer field where the girls team was practicing. <br><br>She couldn't make out any faces as she was rather far from the field and the girls were running around but a head of short shaggy dark hair caught Cherry's purple gaze. Her heart clenched, though she didn't know why as she veered off the walkway and headed toward the bleachers. She walked slowly, her eyes locked on that dark mane as she grew closer, squinting to try and get a better look but it wasn't easy with all the movement going on. Eventually Cherry made it to the bleachers where a few other girls sat gossiping. They looked at her and Cherry ignored the way they whispered and moved to the other side of the bleachers as she began to move up them. She climbed to the very top and stood there like a watch guard, clutching her thick math book against her chest to squish her heavy bosom back. <br><br>She found that cropped head of hair, tilted her head to the side so that her brown bangs blew into her eyes as they widened and her pupils shrank. “Shane?” She breathed out loud, the confusion more then evident as it twisted her beautiful features. Why the hell was he out there playing with the girls soccer team? Unless... “No way.” Cherry shook her head, laughing at the very notion. Shane was a football player, there had to be a perfectly good explanation why he was out there, maybe he was just having some fun. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 07:40:39</strong>
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				After the night's events, Shane wakes up with one thought on her mind, whether she wants it there or not.&nbsp; <em>This is going to be a good day.</em>&nbsp; It's not that she has any particular plans to make it that way, and it's not like she'd made spectacular progress right now, but today, she feels like a million bucks, and nothing's gonna change that.<br><br>She drifts through her day, hardly noticing it slip by until she comes to the only part she actually planned.&nbsp; Or rather, had planned for her.&nbsp; Helping the freshmen practice.&nbsp; Normally, she'd think it a drag, but today, she's eager for the chance to show off.&nbsp; As she and the new crop of players hit the locker room to change, she isn't at all shy about checking the new girls out.&nbsp; After all, it's good to get a good, long look at the girls who may make the main team next year.&nbsp; The girls that notice get a wink, plus a smile if they blush.&nbsp; And she puts on another layer of smug as she dons her sports suit with nice, long sleeves and legs on this chilly day instead of the younger girls' cute little shorts.&nbsp; Ah, the perks of seniority.<br><br>When they make it out on the field, the coach explains the first exercise; suicides.&nbsp; Sprint to a marker, sprint back, sprint further, sprint back, sprint further still, sprint back.&nbsp; It's one of the most useful exercises out there when it comes to conditioning.&nbsp; And the most hated.&nbsp; Shane mostly tunes out as she spots Cherry on the bench, offering her cheerleader a wink and a tip of an imaginary hat.<br><br>"Lucas!" the coach announces.&nbsp; "Gimme two.&nbsp; Murphy!&nbsp; You run with her.&nbsp; Lawrence, you're next.&nbsp; Then Wu."&nbsp; And so the new players' training begins.&nbsp; Shane runs next to Lucas, keeping pace with her all the way through.&nbsp; Then she runs next to Lawrence.&nbsp; Then Wu, running three times as far as any of them, yet she looks unphased.<br><br>It's a trick.&nbsp; One Shane and coach had laid out beforehand.&nbsp; Suicides are supposed to be a full sprint, but Shane held back to keep pace with the freshmen, and beyond that, she's at hiding fatigue, too, so while the other three are just slightly sore and winded over their two suicides, Shane looks perfectly fine after six.&nbsp; A way to put the newcomers in their place.&nbsp; Cue uninteresting pep talk from the coach about the importance of conditioning or some such old stuff.&nbsp; Instead, she makes eyes at Cherry until coach notices.<br><br>"Murphy!"<br><br>"Huh?&nbsp; Um..."&nbsp; She snaps to attention.&nbsp; "Yes, coach!"<br><br>"Take five."<br><br>"Yes, coach."<br><br>With her moment off, Shane walks over to Cherry and takes a seat in the ample space right next to her, close enough to redouble the whispers.&nbsp; "Hey, Cherry," she says cheerfully.&nbsp; "Come to watch me show the freshmen what's what?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 07:52:38</strong>
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				Cherry wasn't exactly sure what the crawling sensation making her stomach turn was. At first she imagined it was nausea induced by her anxiety, such was a feeling she was accustomed to being such a nervous young woman by nature. But that wasn't it; she didn't exactly feel sick. The only feeling Cherry could identify was confusion, and rightfully so. It wasn't a terribly big deal if Shane was in fact a female, there was nothing wrong with being a girl, Cherry herself was one. But just moments ago Cherry had been sure that she was in fact a he, and wasn't really even sure that he really was a she. <br><br>Her head was spinning. Her free hand raised and her fingers parted her bangs so that she could cradle her forehead slightly in her palm. She gave a light huff of frustration, her cheeks burning when she saw Shane look her way. She choked out a chuckle and gave what she hoped was a convincing smile, accompanied by a short wave before her knees gave out and she fell to the bleachers with a flutter of her skirt. She watched the practice play out, a numbness in her chest offering balance to the twisting knots in her stomach. Violet eyes flicked briefly to the girls so far away at the other end of the bleachers, promptly returning to Shane when she saw the way they whispered. <br><br>Was that why everyone had been acting colder to her that day, because she had been claimed by a girl? Because she had been chosen by the only girl in a room full of boys out of pity? Because she had eagerly ran to Shane, uninterested and unwilling to be some greedy boys' plaything? Again Cherry's pale purple eyes locked with Shane's luminescent blue ones and, despite herself, Cherry smiled. <em>'Well what's so wrong with that?'</em>[/color] Her mind posed as Cherry's smile grew to a grin when Shane's couch shouted and shooed her off. <br><br>Boy or girl, Shane was nice to her and Cherry enjoyed her company and general presence... and those eyes. Cherry's own eyes followed Shane until she claimed the seat right beside her, her ears deaf to the too-loud whispers from those stupid girls at the other end of the bleaches. She shifted her books in her lap, laying them over her thick thighs that peaked out from the bottom of her tiny skirt. “Of course.” She replied with all the quiet, sweet friendliness that made Cherry, Cherry. “I'm your cheerleader; shouldn't I be present at all such events to cheer you on?” <br><br>She seemed to wonder out loud, her tone playful as her eyes rose from her pale knees to Shane's lovely face. “Today I'm just doing it silently, so as not to disturb the whispered conversation of those girls over there.” A soft jerk of her head to indicate the girls at the opposite side of the bleachers was given as her thick pouting lips curled into a private smile for Shane. She hid her confusion and wonder well, but even if it didn't matter to Cherry what gender Shane was, she knew she'd have to find some way to find out. She couldn't just ask, surely that would both offend and hurt Shane's feelings. <em>'If I could just get close enough to feel her chest.'</em> The thought made Cherry's face turn a most violent shade of red and she promptly looked away from Shane. <br><br>No, she'd have to find some other way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 02:07:36</strong>
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				Shane studies her cheerleader, tring to divine what's on her mind.&nbsp; She offers a reassuring smile as she muses.&nbsp; She's cute when she blushes.&nbsp; But is that blushing because she's interested but nervous?&nbsp; Uncomfortable?&nbsp; Attracted but uncertain?&nbsp; Just cold?&nbsp; Though it's little more than a curiosity to the soccer player, really.<br><br>Though at the mention of the whispers, all becomes clear.&nbsp; Shane hardly notices them anymore, but they've been around ever since she 'came out.'&nbsp; Or perhaps 'was forced out' would be better, not that she's bitter about it anymore.<br><br>"Don't worry about them," she says as reassuringly as she can, placing an arm around Cherry, which only makes the whispers louder.&nbsp; "I'd love to see you when you get loud."&nbsp; She leans in closer to whisper conspiritorially.&nbsp; "And between you and me, this is gonna be a lot harder than I make it look.&nbsp; I could use the support."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 10:13:58</strong>
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				Cherry was used to the scrutiny of her peers, being the poor girl in a school full of rich brats was liable to get anyone noticed and looked down upon. The hush, hush of it all was strange to her however. Hardly anyone kept their feelings about her private; they thought she was half-breed trash, she was fat, she thought too highly of herself and they said so. Or at least they used to. It seemed that with Shane around, whatever was to be said about Cherry was to be said in quiet tones and the young woman wasn't really sure how to feel about it. Shane's breeziness was a comfort, her strong presents in fact soothing to Cherry and it made the beauty smile despite herself when Shane put and arm around her. <br><br>She felt her stomach tighten and her heart tingle but Cherry was sure that was just her shyness making herself known, she'd have blushed as much if anyone had touched her. Or at least she told herself that. Her head inclined toward Shane's whispered words, finding them hard to hear over the thumping of her heart that vibrated her eardrums. Why was she so nervous, so anxious? <em>'I could find out right now... if I just turn a little and press in close.' </em>[/color]The thought made her whole body feel hot, her cheeks scorched a violent red by the time her eyes met Shane's and she gave a very soft, very nervous smile. <br><br>“That's what I'm here for.” She answered in support, unable to bring herself to press against Shane. She was far too flustered; what if Shane got the wrong idea and pushed her away... or pulled her closer. Either situation was frightening to Cherry. Be Shane a boy or girl or genderless alien being, Cherry didn't want the soccer star to shun her, and wasn't sure what she'd do if she tried to embrace her. But despite all of her fears Cherry did offer her counterpart a small gesture. <br><br>Meant more to make her support clear then to signify anything sexual, Cherry cupped her hand gently over the beginning of Shane's thigh, just above her knee. She squeezed for reassurance and, absentmindedly, felt for smoothness. There weren't many young men without hair on their legs and though Shane was wearing pants, Cherry thought she might feel it if she shifted her touch around just slightly. “Go show the kiddies how it's done then.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 07:12:11</strong>
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				((I'm very sorry; it's been a really draining couple of weeks, but I'm back.))<br><br>Throughout the entire scene, Shane feels quite good about herself, Cherry's every action adding to the thought, <em>Oh, yeah.&nbsp; She wants me.</em>&nbsp; As the buxom beauty's hand squeezes her firm, smooth thigh, the soccer star's simply surprised she's being so forward.&nbsp; She's even tempted to give her cheerleader the kiss of her life in front of everyone, blissfully unaware of just how much her thoughts are treading the same ground as the football players she'd so reviled.&nbsp; She rests her free hand atop Cherry's and spends a moment daydreaming before a voice snaps her out of her reverie.<br><br>"Murphy!"<br><br>And with that, Shane's up and bolts, cutting the moment short as abruptly as&nbsp; stopping on the way to holler back, "Remember, be loud!"<br><br>And with that, she returns to practice, every exercise starting the same way; Shane outdoing two freshmen at once, minimum.&nbsp; It makes her look inhuman, but while she is good, the display is more sleight of hand than actual skill.&nbsp; Everyone she's put next to, while not awful, isn't the best the group has to offer, every time she's up she's given ample time to rest while the girls she's put next to aren't, and those times the freshmen do manage to show her up, all of Shane's supposed disadvantages are thrown back in their faces to make it count for next to nothing.&nbsp; The reason is simple; keep the freshmen from getting cocky, make it abundantly clear they still have a ways to go, and let them know that if they want to get anywhere, they'd better listen up and stay in line.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 07:20:51</strong>
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				(S'fine, stuff happens. I'm not as quick as I once was either... clearly.)<br><br>Cherry had decided; whether or not Shane was a boy was completely irrelevant. Though the information would have been helpful and her curiosity wouldn't allow her to not find out, whatever the truth was wouldn't change anything. Cherry liked Shane, her spirit, her energy and most of all how nice she was to her. It had been a long time since Cherry had felt truly accepted and, though she still barely knew Shane, that was exactly what she felt from her. It made Cherry wonder just why Shane let her in so easily and, that maybe the reason was because they understood each other, at least in a sense. Cherry's hand fell from Shane's thigh as she shot up off the bench and the young beauty bit her lip, pondering at the smoothness she thought she felt beneath Shane's pants. <br><br>Though she didn't care what her new-found friend's gender was, she decided she just had to know. She smiled softly and waved Shane off as she headed back for the field. Cherry's eyes turned to the girls at the opposite end of the bench to find that they were staring at her. She smiled and looked back to Shane, pushing her math book off of her lap to rest it on the bench beside her. “Go Shane!” She bellowed, with all the pep that would make any cheerleader proud. <br><br>She cupped her hands as she clapped, letting the sound boom from her palms as she rolled her tongue in an encouraging battle cry that'd put Xena to shame. She didn't understand the rules of soccer and, to her knowledge there was no cheer set up for a soccer game. So Cherry stuck to hooting and hollering, calling Shane's name in encouragement as she threw up her arms and clapped her hands. She could feel the other girls watching her disapprovingly but, Cherry didn't care. It felt nice to cheer on Shane, to inspire her friend to do her very best. She liked the thought of making Shane happy.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 02:39:23</strong>
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				There are good reasons why cheerleaders are around.&nbsp; They work.&nbsp; They get the team to push themselves that much harder.&nbsp; It's a mind game, really, the kind Shane usually resists, but not this time.&nbsp; Maybe it's the novelty; girls' soccer doesn't normally have cheerleaders, after all, and never for Shane alone.&nbsp; Whatever the reason, it's just another layer on that shell game she and the coach are pulling on the freshmen as she digs just a little deeper.<br><br>And then, it's over.&nbsp; A couple cooldown laps and then, "Alright, good job girls.&nbsp; Keep this up and we can make it to regionals."&nbsp; And with that, practice is dismissed.&nbsp; The freshmen hit the showers, but Shane makes another stop first.&nbsp; Cherry.<br><br>She wanders over, ripe and sweaty, her lungs still burning as she flops down across three rows of bleachers behind her cheerleader.&nbsp; "Whew... That's rougher than actual practice," she pants.&nbsp; "You... you were great, Cherry," she adds with a weak smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gimme a F-U-C-K-T-O-Y [Otachii &amp; Katina Tarask]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 05:51:00</strong>
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				It was funny, Cherry couldn't recall ever having quite as much fun at her new school as she was having there on those bleachers screaming to Shane. It felt good to be needed, that her attention was desired. She didn't care that the other girls were watching or, how embarrassing it was to be the only one on the sidelines cheering while freshman gawked in confusion. Cherry just wanted to make Shane happy. Though she couldn't really say why. When practice was finally over, Cherry hollered her praise right up until Shane was running toward her and turned round to beam at her soccer star when she collapsed on the bleacher. <br><br>“You held it together wonderfully though.” Cherry complimented. She may not have known much about soccer, but—from what she could tell—Shane had done marvelously. Cherry shrugged, a soft blush encompassing her cheeks as she curled her back to angle her bust torso Shane's way. She leaned comfortably against the bench that separated them, her arms curling around her bosom to push them tightly together so that they strained against the unyielding fabric of her white collared shirt. The position seemed to incline Cherry toward Shane, stretching her body out along the gaps between the bleachers, her skirt seeming to shorten over her thighs with the movement. <br><br>“Well you did all the hard work.” She admitted with a quiet sort of giggle, letting her head hang a bit so that her long bangs fell into her violet eyes. It felt nice to be like that with Shane. Cherry had almost forgotten what it was like to have a friend.&nbsp; 
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