Anon Prompt: Fukua's Hazing Rituals

>You’re the new kid at Maplecrest High. You’ve recently moved to Maplecrest after your folks got a job working in New Meridian.
>Understandably you’re nervous at first, but so far things have mostly been going well. The students all seem pretty nice, you’re getting good grades- Ms. Victoria even says that you have a chance to be on honors this year! You’re making a few friends, so it’s not all bad.
>Except, there’s this one bully. Not even a bully you could call her, since she acts kind of strange around you. It’s a mixture of either teasing or mocking, but it never goes beyond that.
>You met her for the first time when you were in class your second week. This weird girl with dark green hair and dark brown skin who sits in the back of class, always on her phone she hides beneath her desk, chewing gum. You sat in front of her, but she never said anything to you.
>Instead, you could swear every time you turned around to pass something back to her, she had been looking you over and grinning slyly, as if thinking about something before giggling and looking away from you.
>It was then on, the trouble started.
>Fukua, as you picked up from class, would seemingly go out of her way to pick on you and you alone. You’d be walking by her in the hall on your way to your next class and she’d be hanging out by the steps, smirking at you as you passed.
“Aw, is the little newbie lost~?” She’d coo in this mean-girl esque type voice, her emerald eyes flickering teasingly. “Do you wanna hold my hand so I can show you around~?”
>Sometimes, she’d even step out of the way when you’d walk by to flick your ear or try to trip you. You could even swear that her hair- her long green hair- would suddenly whack the books out of your hand as you passed by.
>But, despite this, she never did it in Ms. Victoria’s class, and you made sure to avoid her as much as you could, so you didn’t see her most of the day anyway.
>Then, she started to get a bit more…personal, you could say, with how she treated you.
>It started when you were at your locker, getting your books when suddenly, your door slammed shut, and you felt yourself being pressed to the row of lockers from behind.
>Behind you, smirking sarcastically, is Fukua, who with just her hand is pressing you hard against the lockers. Her other hand pinches your cheek, while she coos and calls out to you mockingly.
“I haven’t seen you around much, Anon~…” Her voice drips from her green lips, her smirk only getting wider as she watches you fidget beneath her hand. “What’s the matter? You scared of me or something?”
“N..no!” You say, mustering all the courage in your chest, which is being pressed harder by the girl’s crushing palm. “It’s just…it’s just, you see…I…”
>Fukua stops for a moment, looks you over, and then giggles haughtily with delight.
“Wait a minute! I know why’ve you been avoiding me!”
>At that, she leans in close, pressing her body to yours. The warmth of her body nuzzles on yours. You could feel her breasts, which appear rather round and ample through her buttoned up uniform, slip against your chest, while her full shapely legs, stuffed in those curvy thigh-highs, rub against your legs, forcing you against her and the lockers. You have to admit- if you weren’t afraid right now, you’d be pretty excited.
>Or…maybe you are excited a bit.
>Fukua leans in close to your ear, blowing hot air into it as she speaks.
“You’re just shy, ain’t ya, Anon…~? Is a little nerd like you afraid of a pretty girl like me~?”
>At that, she gives her hips a sway, letting the low-cut skirt, which she went against school rules to cut extra short enough to “skirt” the rules (just go with the pun)- reveal more of her long legs. The soft silk fabric of the skirt rubs at your hips. Because she’s a bit taller than you, this gives her more dominance, and taking full advantage of this, she lifts you a bit higher, forcing you to lean on her for support.
“Is that true, Anon~? Are you afraid of little ol’ me~? Don’t be shy~…why don’t you give me a little touch~? I bet you’ll go right home and lock yourself in your little bedroom, getting all hard thinking of me~.  ”
>Before you could answer, and before Fukua could do any more to you, the bell rings. At any moment a teacher could step out of the classroom and catch you two. Perhaps not wanting to get caught, or perhaps just wanting to leave you all hot and bothered, Fukua smirks back at you, tickles your chin and whispers again before she drops you on the ground.
“Catch you later, lover-boy~.”
>From there on out, Fukua starts hounding you everywhere you go in school, teasing you.
>And not just in those playful coos and teasing ways either. But in ways she knows you can’t do anything because of the circumstance.
>You’re in Ms. Victora’s class, hearing her talk about the review of next Friday’s history lesson, when you feel Fukua’s bare toes tease the length of your leg, or the tips of her fingers gliding up and down your back, or even her slyly blowing into your ear to make you jump.
>And you know, by all means, not to disturb Ms. Victoria while she’s teaching. You can’t have a detention on your record, do you?
>The way she whispers and coos in your ear, calling you “Lover boy” and “Nerd”, or telling you stories about her mother- or for some reason, “who I think is my mom”- is a blue-haired, busty MILF who wants nothing more than a cute guy like yourself to ravage her while whispering in Japanese.
>In gym class, Fukua takes full advantage of the partner system. She always gets to be your partner- to show the new kid all the ropes.
>She flaunts the fact she wears those tight gym shorts, the ones that hug her hips and show off her full, creamy brown thighs, especially when she can be near you all period.
>When you’re doing sit-ups, Fukua happily “helps” you by straddling your legs and locking you in place. Watching you squirm and struggle beneath you makes her grin, and every motion you make makes her close her legs tighter.
“I bet you love being all locked in my thighs, huh, Anon~? Don’t you think they’re so soft and thick~? You’re such a little perv, you know that~?” She coos, running her hand through her hair as she suddenly begins to gyrate her hips back and forth, moving up and down just below your crotch. Her smooth thighs feel like heaven on your legs, and the tight fabric allows your length to poke out noticeably.
>Upon seeing this, Fukua grins evilly and gives your thigh a firm squeeze.
“Aw, getting all hard on me, lover boy~? Mmm, I bet you’d love for me to rip these tight gym shorts off and ride you like a cowgirl~. Hearing me moan your name in front of everyone would drive you insane, huh~?”
>Fukua pants and moans teasingly in your ear as she bends down, her breasts just inches below your chin, her green hair feeling like tendrils that curl and rub your cheek…
>As the coach blows his whistle, Fukua stands up, presses her foot down on your stomach just enough to make you spit up air, before walking away from you, leaving you to crab-walk to the locker room to hide your noticeable length peeking through your shorts.
>When you’re in the library, studying for that big history lesson, you sit in the back, hiding away. The librarian is strict on no noise, and Fukua wouldn’t be caught dead in a place that doesn’t have fashion magazines or the ability to sleep without being hassled.
>Just as you sit in your chair to read about the development of cultural times during Otto Renior’s reign, you hear a familiar voice croon out to you.
“Hey there, loverboy~. Trying to hide from me~?”
>Guess who it is.
>Fukua grips the chair, pulls it back, and then plops herself down. Right in your lap.
“F…Fukua! C…come on! I gotta study! Can’t you find somewhere else to sit?”
“Nah. You’re too comfy. Must be all that pudge ya got there~. ‘Sides, don’t tell me you’re such a nerd that you’d rather study than have a pretty girl in your lap~”
>You’d argue but the way her bottom feels against your crotch- rather soft and warm, cushiony and plush, especially the way she moves her hips…
>No! You gotta study for this test! Clearing your throat again, you speak up.
“Come on, Fukua! I’m tired of your bothering me! I…!”
“Oooh~! Anon~!”
>As Fukua moans seductively out loud, you instantly clasped your mouth shut. Some people look out for you, but eventually they look away. Fukua turns back to you with a smirk. Her hair- you swear to Goddess- her green flowing hair shifts and cups your chin, bringing your eyes level to hers.
“You were saying, Anon~?”
“N..nothing”
“Good boy~! Now, shut up and just let me relax~ If you do, maybe I’ll let you take me right here in the back~. I’ll even let Shamone give you a handy~!”
“Come on, Fukua! Don’t get all even more riled up!” Her “hair” shrugs, but tickles your chin with a green tendril. “You’re gonna make him burst!”
“Your…your hair…Is it talking?”
“Oh, Shamone? Yeah, she’s my parasite. Don’t worry, she ain’t going to bite ya. You know, unless I want her to…”
>You’ve heard of parasites before- horror stories about them being horrible demons, but you also use this information to realize what could happen If you talked about it. You nod and sit back in your chair, trying to focus with your studying, as if Fukua and Shamone were illusions.
>Fukua sits on our lap, on her phone, laying back into you making it hard to see what you’re looking at. The smell of her perfume washes over you now, the softness of her school uniform and her ass making you feel kind of weak. You could feel her feet playing footsies with yours.
>She even starts grinding herself into your lap, forcing her voluptuous rear deeper into your lap. Her skirt rides up a bit, revealing the lacy pattern of her black panties barely clinging into the smooth, round cheeks that now nuzzle into your stomach...
"Are you staring at my ass, you little perv~?" Fukua snaps, sounding a bit mad actually as she turns to face you. "What's wrong with you?"
>You snap back, only to be pulled back as Shamone wraps a tendril around you and pulls you towards Fukua, the schoolgirl's hand wrapping firmly on her throat- not enough to choke you, but enough to make you afraid.
"If you're gonna stare at my ass...why not be a man and touch it~?"
>What
"You heard me. If you like my ass so much, why not just play with it?"
"But...but Fukua, I...I..."
"I know, I know, never did this before, right? Well, I'm offering you a chance now. Do you know how many guys from the football team would love a piece of this? And here you are, being a little baby. Just give it one squeeze~"
>Maybe it was the idea of being branded a baby that made you man up. Maybe it was the idea that maybe you were being given something that no other student could be given. Or maybe it was the way Fukua and Shamone basically could crush the living life out of you right then and there.
>Either way, you gulp and with a shaky hand, move to rest your palm right on Fukua's plump ass.
>And....wow.
>It feels so soft beneath your hands. The way the big cheeks roll and move as your hand glides over them. Your fingers sink into the soft brown orbs, feeling every smooth detail, as if they were perfectly sculpted this way. So firm, yet so malleable. Your index fingers dig into the lacy fabric of her underwear, even carefully slipping beneath it, much to Fukua's grinning delight.
"Mhm~...you know, for a little nerd, you got good hands on you~..."
>Her hand tightens a bit, although Shamone loosens up a bit.
"Spank it."
>For some reason, possibly from Fukua awakening a dormant side of you never thought you had, you give her rear a quick, steady spank. The sound is audible, bare flesh against bare flesh, but soft, echoing through the quiet halls of the library. Fukua bites her lips and coos your name.
"Again"
>You do it again, and again, as many times as Fukua demands. You actually start to feel yourself enjoying it, the way it sounds, how it feels, even the way she leans in close to your ear as she commands more. You raise your hand to do it a sixth time when, suddenly, Fukua stops you.
"Alright, alright, lover-boy, don't get cocky. I let you have a little sample, not the whole damn thing."
>The warmth being held on your lap disappears as she stands up, Shamone loosening yourself around you. Fukua brushes herself off and starts to walk away.
>But as she walks, she never fixes her skirt, instead letting you see every jiggle, bounce and sway of her ass as she walks. Your handprint is still there, and you even notice her fingers gliding over it slowly, and her giving a soft, almost delighted giggle as she does so.
>As time goes on, Fukua's- and even your own- behavior get stranger. Fukua stops calling you things like "nerd" and only exclusively "lover-boy". She always finds out where you are and bothers you, be it the library, behind the school, anywhere. But, it's not actually bothering. It's more like she sits in your lap, has Shamone take your hands and rest them on her rear, force you on the ground to have her thighs around you, or just uses her hips to press you against the locker while she goes through your locker to see what you got. Through it all, she actually starts talking to you- saying things like "You don't look so bad today, lover-boy. I mean, you ain't like that Chad from the football team but..." as she runs her fingers through your hair, pulling on it if she thinks you aren't paying attention.
>You even start thinking of Fukua yourself. It's probably Stockholm syndrome you bet, but...it's a good feeling, if it's not that. You actually look forward to her "bullying" you. At night, you smell her perfume on your hands as you crawl into bed. You hear her voice, cooing, sarcastic, but oh so seductive and tough melting in your ear. And the warmth of her nuzzling your lap, or the softness of her thighs around you makes you melt. You even notice how more gentle and relaxed- well, compared to before- she is. Whenever she runs her hands though your hair as she has Shamone hold you in a chokehold, or how she waits to walk beside you beyond the school grounds, talking to you about her own day before she tosses you effortlessly into the leaves actually paints a picture of her.
>A warped picture yeah, but still.
>One day, in November, there's talk of a school dance before the holidays. Everyone's already getting paired up.
>And lucky you! You heard that cute gigan girl- Elizabeth- is going to ask you out! And as anyone in Maplecrest High can tell you, Elizabeth is one of the most popular girls in school.
>One fine Friday afternoon, you're walking out from your last period class to get your books and head home, when a pair of familiar green tendrils grab you and drag you into the girl's bathroom.
>In a moment, you're in the hall, the next you're locked in a stall with Fukua, all tied up in Shamone's grasp. Fukua busily applies green lipstick to her lips, before turning to you with a glare.
"Okay, anon, listen up. You know that Elizabeth girl who's gonna ask you out? Yeah, I heard she's a major bitch. She's only gonna ask you out to humiliate you."
"W...what?! Fukua, how the hell do you know that?"
"I just do, okay? If you're as bad a bitch as I am, you'll start to take hints."
"But..but you humiliate me all the time!"
"Yeah, but that's different. You're mine. You're my boy, and I'm not letting some little horned whore take what's mine away. Now, puck up."
"Pucker up...? Wait a minute...!"
>Too late. Instantly, Fukua presses her freshly painted lips to your face, deep, hot kisses. The feeling of cool lipstick and warm lips wash over your face, staining your red cheeks a fresh layer of emerald green. The more you struggle, the more kisses she gives.
>You even think Shamone- somehow-kisses you too.
>Then, you start to relax. The kisses start feeling more gentle and more tender, your face becomes more flushed, but yet you feel more comfortable. It feels kind of nice actually. Fukua, you realize, is trying to protect you. You have no reason to believe her, but then again, you have no reason not to believe her either.
>Suddenly, Fukua's lips press deeply to yours. Instantly your lips melt back with hers, moving and slipping together at once. You've never kissed a girl like this before, but to it like this feels incredible. Fukua's eyes widen as she feels you return the kiss, and she lets you lean deeper into it, just for a few extra moments. Both of your eyes close and for those few extra moments, you both relax comfortably into the embrace...
"There..." Fukua slowly pulls away, before whispering commandingly into your ear. "Now, she'll KNOW your mine. Don't you dare wipe any of that lipstick off, you hear me?"
>You nod slowly, still shellshocked by what happened. The taste of her lips, the scent of her perfume, the sound of her voice, the feeling of Shamone and her squeezing you tight swirls around you and in the moment you blurt something out.
"Fukua, if you don't want Elizabeth to take me, do you want to come with me?"
>Fukua stops a moment and stares at you. For the first time, her cheeks go red, and she starts actually stammering, as if she didn't anticipate it. She and Shamone stare at each other, in shock, whispering, before Fukua turns back to you.
"U...uh, sure, Anon! That actually sounds pretty nice! I've never been to a dance before, so, yeah, sure!"
>Then, she coughs into her fist and looks at you again, sternly.
"But, it's only because I feel bad for you! I mean, a little wimp like you getting a date? PUH-lease!"
>But, her snarky insult is downplayed by her furious red blush.
>Slowly, Shamone unwraps herself around you and Fukua drags you into the hall. Thank Goddess no one is around.
>Both of your faces are a blood red- yours covered in green lipstick though.
>Right before Fukua goes to walk away, she turns to you with a little smirk, her arm still wrapped around you. Her eyes seem a bit nervous, as if she's asking a very stupid question.
"You...uh...you're kidding about taking me, right?"
>You smile softly, and chuckle. Fukua, for all her domineering seductive hazing, looks at you now like a shy schoolgirl. Her voice seems genuine, nervous, shy. She even appears to shake a bit, as if unsure she's going to get the answer she expects.
"Of course not, Fukua. I'd actually love to take you! You said you never been to a dance before. Well, neither have I. And since you're the closest thing to a girl who actually talks to me...why not?"
>At that, Fukua smiles a wide smile and pulls you into a tight hug. Not a bullying hug where she shoves your face into her chest and dead-drops you into a chair, but a warm, tight, compassionate hug.
"T..thanks, Anon..you're really sweet for a nerd, you know that?"
>You return the hug warmly. You don't mind if anyone sees you now. It's just nice to be holding someone like this.
>After a minute or two, Fukua smirks at you and then pushes you into the lockers with a loud thud.
"Alright! Tomorrow, you're gonna go with me to the mall and we'll pick something out for you to wear. I'm not going with someone who looks like he has his mommy still dress him."
"Okay, how about 12?" You say, smirking a bit back at her as you lift yourself from the lockers.
"12, okay. I'll see you then, Anon...~"
>Fukua giggles, and she and Shamone wave to you as they start to walk away. Just as you start to walk away yourself, Fukua shouts back to you.
"Oh, and if I see you wiped any of that lipstick off, I'll have to reapply every last mark. After all, can't have people trying to take what's mine away, okay, lover-boy~?"