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"Dag nabit. These kids and their hormones..." A gruff, old voice spoke.

*poke poke poke*

"Come on, now. Rise and shine. Fun time's over."

*poke poke poke*

"Ergh.." I slowly opened my eyes, the light shining and piercing into them like knives. "Who's poking me.. Where am I?"

"In the locker room.. Again." The gruff old voice spoke again. "At this point, I feel like you get a kick out of doing it in public."

I got up, rubbing my throbbing head and looking around. Apparently, I was still in the locker room from when Frankie nuked my ass in the locker along with Taryn-

....

...Sigh. You know those first few seconds when you wake up? When everything feels right in the world? And then you slowly start to remember how much life sucks?

Yeah. Same.

I sighed again, loudly, giving a half sincere apology due to me feeling like a sack of crap. "S-Sorry... I swear, I'm not doing this on purpose."

"Hmrf," He grunted. "Well, I oughta believe you by now with the way you uh.. Look and uh... smell."

He gestured his head to me, indicating that there was another matter I needed to attend to. "But I am a lil' confused on what that girl's problem over there is."

I tilted my head in wonder, turning around and finding a distraught Taryn sitting down on one of the benches. Every now and again I'd hear her sniffling and she would wipe her nose; like she had been crying. Which.. Wouldn't be a stretch from the truth.

The janitor tapped my shoulder. "You don't have to give me the details, but I'd rather you defuse that situation than me. Just try to be outta here within the next hour, I'll be coming back to lock up."

I nodded my head thankfully, assuring him. "T-Thanks, Mister uh.. Mister.."

"Don't worry about it. That and the name." He called out as he exited the locker room, leaving me and Taryn here..

Alone..

Oh boy. Here this shit goes.

I started to walk toward her, standing over her and silently gestured with my hand, asking her if I could sit next to her.

She didn't answer. Just more sniffles.

I sat next to her anyway.

"Taryn.." I said. "Are you oka-"

"I don't want to fucking talk to you, Felix." She snapped back, in a voice that was on the border of being a shout. "J-Just because I've literally lost my only friends in this wack ass school, doesn't mean that gives you a free pass to come and act like we're cool. We're not cool."

I sighed, wishing this situation was going a lot better. "Look, I know how you feel. I'm just trying to help you-"

"I don't need your dumb help! Why don't you help yourself by getting out of my fucking face!?"

I sigh again, loud and frustratingly. I stood up, causing her to as well. She was fuming with unrelenting anger. I guess me talking to her had got her thinking about what happened earlier.. Whoops.

"You're making this more difficult than it has to be!" I half-shouted, my emotions feeding off hers. We were both getting irritated, and my heart was full of adrenaline.

"I'm not making a damn thing difficult!" She shouted back, pushing my chest and my back slammed into a locker behind me. "You're just some dumb loser who can't even defend himself and spent more time sucking farts against your will than actually being a human being! You're fucking pathetic!"

I tried to get some words out, but she wouldn't let me. She continued to grill my ass right there, and ever so slightly was pushing me closer and closer to.. Uh..

The Point.

The Point is something I got from my father. He and I are usually very humble and relaxed.. Until someone or something pushes all the necessary buttons to cause us to blow up.

And Taryn? I mean, I had a crush on her and whatnot but boy.. She was having a field day on my emotional control panel. My dad says Aunt Vivian was usually the one that pushed him over the edge.

"I'm gonna be honest with you," I shook my head. "You're being a serious bitch."

"Oh, I'm being the bitch?! Me?!" Taryn shouted back, waving her arms and hands for dramatic effect. "Ooohhh, guys! Look! Taryn's being a bitch! Certainly not that freckled-face slut that shoved us in a locker and nearly suffocated us with her fucking fart! Yeah, Taryn's the total bitch here when she just lost literally the only reason she goes to this shit-stain of a school!"

I lifted a hand up toward her to get her to stop fucking yelling but she took it as a form of aggression. She growled, stepped away from me and reeled her fist back..

She was getting ready to punch me.

It all moved in slow motion as I saw her fist barreling toward my jaw. That sight alone was my tipping point; I had boiled over. It was too late.

I had grit my teeth and grabbed her fist, reversing it on her and turning around and slamming her into the locker, with me pinning her.

*WHAM!*

"Hey! What the shit- let me go before I beat your stupid-"

"Shut..." I exhaled, squeezing her arm harder and making her grunt a little bit as I started putting my weight on her. She wasn't going anywhere. "...The fuck up."

Taryn was stubborn, and since is the very first time I had grew a pair in front of her, she still wasn't buying into my new attitude. It didn't matter though. This was.. A side of me I didn't think I'd tap into. "Don't tell me what to do, Fenzington! I swear to god, if you don't get the fuck offa me in the next-"

"Did you not just hear what I said, Taryn!? Shut up!" I growled again. "The next words out of your mouth better be an explanation of how Frankie became America's Next Top Model over night. Understand?"

She was quiet, now. She didn't say a word, but maintained eye contact with me and gave some light struggles. What made it even more awkward, was that I swear I heard her let out a little nervous poot as she gulped down a mouthful of anxiety.

*Pppproooooot!*

I rolled my eyes. "Do you understand?" I asked again.

"...M-Me and Wendy and.. And Gertrude all got together to.. To uhm.. Make Frankie join our little.. C-Clique." She stuttered out. Her speaking was jittered and submissive. She talked in a tone that I didn't even think possible for her.

Well. I guess we're both showing sides of our personalities that we kept hidden away.

"Uh huh.. When you guys were at her house. What did she do? What did you do?"

She gulped again and bit her lip, looking away for a second.

"Look at me and talk, Taryn." I said. Old Felix was locked away somewhere in the back of my mind and Power Trip Felix was out in the cut.

She looked me back in my eyes, never failing to look away after a couple seconds as she talked. "I-I gave her something called F-Fextract. I got it from some guy.."

"Some guy?" I asked. "What does he look like?"

"I dunno, like he sells super drugs? My memory is hazy.." Taryn sighed. "..Can you let go of me? I'm so over being held down."

I stayed quiet and simply raised an eyebrow.

"...Please?" She said, almost squeaking.

"...Fine." I got off of her, turning away to try and get my thoughts together.

"Ugh.. This is such bullshit, how the hell does this even happen.." I grumble under my breath. Today was supposed to be so cookie-cutter, so simple! I come in, have my crush sit and fart on my face, nut in my pants, clean up, go to class, wait til lunch, get farted on again, wait til I have that class where I sit behind her, get farted on again and-

"Hey, Felix.." She called out. "Were you.. Were you faking, this entire time?"

I slowly turned around. Guess it was time to open this can of worms. But before I did, I wanted to make sure we were on the same subject. "..Faking what?"

"Oh, don't play dumb now.." She crossed her arms. "Faking it. Like, all those times I would uh.. Fart on you. You acted like you were helpless, and I would always overpower you no matter what."

I stayed silent to see what else she would say.

"You've never acted the way you're acting now. Towards me, that is. And I couldn't get out of your grip just then, I-I've never felt that much strength from you."

I began getting butterflies in my stomach, as we were getting closer and closer.. To that conversation.

"It's cause I was mad." I said, lying through my teeth.

"No, it wasn't. You coulda overpowered me anytime you wanted. I can see being helpless when it was me, Gerts, and Wendy. But when it was just me..?" She trailed off. I sighed.

"You coulda easily pushed me off and walked away. But you didn't. You submitted every time and took whatever I gave you."

"Just go ahead and say it, Taryn."

She giggled cutely, giving me a mischevious grin and playfully pushed me. "You liked that shit."

"Congratulations, you win. I liked it. This entire time, I was faking and letting you do that stuff to me because I freaking liked it. I looked forward to it. It was my favorite part of the day." By this point, my heart was beating like a dubstep song.

"That's so.. Weird! You're a weirdo!"

"I'm the weirdo? I'll say I'm just as weird as the girl who enjoyed farting on me every chance she got. And just farting on me too. Because you never took my lunch money or hurt me too bad or anything like that.."

She inhaled sharply, blushing something fierce as she scrambled some words together. "Y-Yeah, okay, but that's differ-"

"Is it different?" I cut her off, walking towards her and she gulped. "Sounds like you've got a kink, too."

"...Okay! Whatever! I liked farting on you and you liked getting farted on! We're a match made in heaven, aren't we!?" She yelled out, but I knew she was being sarcastic.

"Obviously." I responded back, returning that same sarcasm. "I'm not worried about that though. I'm worried about my old friend and your old friends turning against us. I can't have Frankie tormenting me for the rest of the school year."

"But I thought you liked getting farted on?"

"But I mean, she's my.. Friend. Or was. She basically Darth Vader'd me. Something about this just doesn't feel right." I said. "I'm putting my fetish aside for this one." I put my hand on Taryn's shoulder and looked at her. Surprisingly, she showed no anger or anything, and seemed to be okay with it. "Jealousy and pride is what's fueling her mindset right now. We've gotta convince Frankie that things don't have to be this way."

"Jealousy, huh?" Taryn repeated. "I see, that's why she shoved you in the locker with me. Because you uh.."

"Have a crush on you and not her. And I stood up for you when I never stood up for her.. And even after her transformation, things still didn't work in her favor.. When it came to me, that is."

"Wow. She has a right to be mad.. But still, fuck that bitch for double crossing me! No one double crosses me!" Taryn shouted.

"I think all this can be solved by talking things through.." I got my back-pack and made sure I was presentable.

"Taryn.. Don't do anything reckless. Come over to my place later so we can decide on what to do to get us out of this mess."

"Come over to your place? You sure your folks will be okay with that?"

"...They'll be fine."
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"CITIZENS OF KINKSTER! BEHOLD YOUR NEW QUEEN!" Frankie shouted, standing up high in the lunch room on a lunch table, much to some people's annoyance.

"F-Frankie, dude, don't cause a scene.. I get that you wanna be known and stuff but-" Joseph's snout was clamped shut by Gertrude.

"Quiet, dog boy. Let her do her thing. This is like.. A rite of passage. You wouldn't understand."

"I guess I'm not supposed to understand either." Wendy chimed in. "I wonder how Felix is doing.."

"From this *urrpp*..day forth," Frankie began, "I will be the one everyone answers to. The one who upheld that position has been.. Uh.. Joseph, what's the word.." She snapped her fingers repeatedly.

"Usurped?"

"Huh? What does syrup have *uhhrrp* to do with this?" She looked back at him.

"Usurped, that's the word. When you forcefully take a position from someone." He explained.

"Oh.. Well, Taryn has been usyruped from this position and I'm the one in charge! So... Yeah." She finished in an anticlimactic manner. "Does anyone *errupp* object to this?"

There was a small blanket of silence that covered the lunchroom, with whispers of "what the hell is she talking about" and "crazy ginger bitch" being uttered. No one objected, either out of fear or sheer curiosity.

"So, that Taryn twat isn't around anymore? Thank the Lord, she was freakin' annoying." A voice, much louder, rang out.

"I agree! But.. Who said that?" Frankie asked, looking around.

"Me. And now I don't have to worry about anyone else stealing my authoritive spotlight."

From the crowd, stood a very tall but curvy figure. Joseph gulped.

"God, not her.." He whispered.

"Oh, boy.. Freckles, maybe announcing yourself like this wasn't the smartest idea.." Gertrude said, a little shook.

"Are you gonna eat your cornbread, Gerts? Please say no, please." Wendy begged.

"Authoritive spotlight? Did your *uurrrp* headass not just hear me!? I'm the queen, now!" Frankie pointed to herself, obviously not as shook as her group behind her.

The new.. Challenger was intimidating. She was at least six and a half feet tall, and she was a furry/anthromorph, similar to Joseph. Except she was half-cow. Her skin was a pale white, with black spots dotted throughout with short black hair, similar to a bob. Her cute little cow ears drooping down on the side. She was in regular student uniform, her tight shirt keeping back two massive jugs. She also had a rather large septum piercing.

She walked over to the table, her footsteps stomping and one could swear the cafeteria shook with each footfall. She huffed, putting her hands on her hips as she sized Frankie up. Feeling a little respectful, Frankie got down from the table and stood in front of her.

The size difference was obvious. But Frankie showed no signs of backing down.

"Who's the cow girl?" Wendy whispered to Gertrude.

"I'm surprised you don't know her. I figured you would be friends with the rest of these farm looking mother fuckers."

"Say something like that again and I'll remind you what a farm smells like." Wendy growled.

"Fine, fine. Easy there, I'm just joking. Her name is Yasmin.."

"Yasmin.." Joseph repeated. "This one time, she beat me and Felix up and then ate our homework. And then used my hoodie to wipe her ass and forced me to wear it for the rest of the day. No one would talk to me."

Yasmin looked down upon the headstrong ginger. "You certainly pass the 'meat on your bones' test. But you don't compare to me."

Frankie smirked, crossing her arms. "I don't compare to you because I'm out of your league, heifer."

Yasmin snarled and grit her teeth, using even more intimidation. "What did you say..!?"

"I said, I'm the queen of this jungle now. The Red Headed Lioness. And you? You're a cow, who sits at the bottom of the food chain. *bbUuuurp!*..Beneathe me."

Gertrude raised an eyebrow, whispering to Joseph. "Damn. When did Freckles get so good at shit talk?"

He whispered back. "She's a gamer girl. It comes natural to her."

"I'm not beneath anyone, bitch. Since you can talk so much smack, how about you back it up, huh?" Yasmin grinned.

"Gladly. Beating your ass would be too cliche though, I wanna do something that'll really humiliate you."

"...Since I'm curious, I'll play along with your stupid games. Try not to cry though when I beat you at them. What'll it be?"

"You can't out-eat me." Frankie said, boldly. This caused a massive chuckle to burst forth from Yasmin.

"Hahahahah! Out-eat you!? You do know I'm a fucking cow, right? All I do is eat!"

"Prove it. You and me, right now. Loser is the winner's *uhhrrp!* bitch until further notice."

"You're on. Keep that same energy."

Frankie smirked, and snapped her fingers. "Gerts! Wendy! Joseph! Y'all will be the caterers to me and my dumb opponent. Keep bringing food to us until one of us keels over from being too full, got it?"

"Wait, caterers?" Joseph asked. "Come on, Frankie, don't make us spend our lunch money. And besides, school won't allow me to buy all that food."

"They'll allow me." Wendy chimed in. "For students like me, and probably Yasmin and any other entities that can eat twice their weight in food, we get special cards that don't have a food limit. Joseph, just use my card and cover for Frankie."

"And another one of you squirts can use mine." Yasmin said, digging in between her boobs and pulling out her card.

"Gertrude, Joseph. *UUURP!* Get on it." Frankie snapped again.

Joseph groaned. "B-But how is that fair to me? At least cover for half of it!"

"Hehehe~" Yasmin chuckled. "Looks like your lil' boyfriend is being difficult."

"He's not my boyfri-" Frankie paused mid sentence. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two figures walk into the lunchroom.

Felix.. And Taryn.

Walking in... TOGETHER.

A fire-welled up inside of Frankie. An irritating anger. She was expecting Taryn to be a snakey-bitch and blow Felix off after she was sentenced to her Locker Dutch Oven, but here they were. Being all buddy-buddy.

"Alright, Felix. Playing hard-ball? We'll play hard-ball." Frankie thought to herself.

"...Actually, yeah. He's my boyfriend." Frankie stated. Joseph's jaw dropped like an anchor.

"...What!? Your boyfriend!? Frankie, I told you I was talking to this bunny-girl from Ohio-"

"HE'S MY CUTE, LOYAL BOYFRIEND!" Frankie shouted loud enough for everyone to hear. She then went over to Joseph, pushing her ass against his crotch and bending over slightly.

"J-Jesus Christ, Frankie, you're really.. R-Really over doing it here! I'm not your.. Ungh..!"

"Ooh.. This is gettin' good.~" Gertrude giggled, sipping some milk from a carton.

Over yonder, Felix and Taryn were observing the situation, utterly baffled.

"Did.. Wait. What's going on, Fenzington? Were they always together?" Taryn whispered.

"No.." Felix whispered back. "This is a ploy. She's doing this to get at me, and to force Joseph's submissive ass to do as she pleases. Two birds, one stone."

"Ohh.. So Joseph likes Frankie?"

"He's never liked Frankie. In that way, I mean. But since Joseph can hardly convey how he really feels and breaks under pressure like a nut, he's got no choice but to roll with it. And she knows that.." Felix responded. "God, Franks.. That's cold. What's happening to you.. This is my fault.."

Frankie stuck her tongue out, looking behind her and winking at Joseph as she continue grinding her bodacious butt against him. "Oooh, come on, babe. You know we've been.. *boourrpp!* crushin' on each other for the longest~ Why don't you reach and get you a handful of that booty to show everyone that I'm yours, hmm?"

"Yeah, dog boy! Grab that ass!" Gertrude shouted.

"I-I-I.. Uh.. I-I.." Joseph was choking up. He wanted to push Frankie off of him and tell her to quit being a cunt, but lord knows that required courage.

Sigh. He succumbed.

He took his hand and grabbed her right asscheek slowly, squeezing it and his fingers sunk into it like dough. "...S-She's.. Mine..." He whimpered.

Yasmin nodded her head. "Hm. Well in that case, when I win this little tussle, both of you love birds belong to me. Since you two are a package deal."

"Your conditions are moot because you won't win." Frankie stood back up, looking at Joseph. "Go get the food, hon?"

Joseph stared back. He knew that Frankie wasn't being sincere in the slightest, and this was just an act. But defying would be stupid. He rolled with it; out of fear and the fact that if Frankie did rise to complete power in Kinkster, then technically he would be there too.

Something about this still didn't feel right.

"...Yeah. S-Sure thing." Joseph squeaked. He got Wendy's Student Card and Gertrude got Yasmin's, and the two went to go and get them the endless amount of food for the challenge contest.

As the two walked away from the surrounding crowd, Joseph spoke up to Gertrude.

"Hey.. Are you agreeing with any of this?"

Gertrude looked at him. "Agreeing with what? All this bullshit that's going on? Hell yeah. This is fun to watch, I don't know if Freckles is about to become the play toy of a cow-girl or if she's gonna pull out a dub. The excitement is killin' me, dog boy!"

"But.. Don't you feel sorry for Taryn? You were friends.."

Gertrude rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I don't care about that anymore. Taryn finally got knocked down a peg and was replaced. The same'll happen to Frankie. And trust and believe that I'll be there when it happens."

"You act like a follower but you get off to drama. It's why you were so quick to double-cross Taryn." Joseph said.

"Heheh. Good observation, dog boy. Shhh, stay under the radar and reap the rewards of the higher-ups. Totally worth it." Gertrude winked.

Joseph just sighed again. He just wanted things to go back to normal.

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"Dag nabit. These kids and their hormones..." A gruff, old voice spoke.

*poke poke poke*

"Come on, now. Rise and shine. Fun time's over."

*poke poke poke*

"Ergh.." I slowly opened my eyes, the light shining and piercing into them like knives. "Who's poking me.. Where am I?"

"In the locker room.. Again." The gruff old voice spoke again. "At this point, I feel like you get a kick out of doing it in public."

I got up, rubbing my throbbing head and looking around. Apparently, I was still in the locker room from when Frankie nuked my ass in the locker along with Taryn-

....

...Sigh. You know those first few seconds when you wake up? When everything feels right in the world? And then you slowly start to remember how much life sucks?

Yeah. Same.

I sighed again, loudly, giving a half sincere apology due to me feeling like a sack of crap. "S-Sorry... I swear, I'm not doing this on purpose."

"Hmrf," He grunted. "Well, I oughta believe you by now with the way you uh.. Look and uh... smell."

He gestured his head to me, indicating that there was another matter I needed to attend to. "But I am a lil' confused on what that girl's problem over there is."

I tilted my head in wonder, turning around and finding a distraught Taryn sitting down on one of the benches. Every now and again I'd hear her sniffling and she would wipe her nose; like she had been crying. Which.. Wouldn't be a stretch from the truth.

The janitor tapped my shoulder. "You don't have to give me the details, but I'd rather you defuse that situation than me. Just try to be outta here within the next hour, I'll be coming back to lock up."

I nodded my head thankfully, assuring him. "T-Thanks, Mister uh.. Mister.."

"Don't worry about it. That and the name." He called out as he exited the locker room, leaving me and Taryn here..

Alone..

Oh boy. Here this shit goes.

I started to walk toward her, standing over her and silently gestured with my hand, asking her if I could sit next to her.

She didn't answer. Just more sniffles.

I sat next to her anyway.

"Taryn.." I said. "Are you oka-"

"I don't want to fucking talk to you, Felix." She snapped back, in a voice that was on the border of being a shout. "J-Just because I've literally lost my only friends in this wack ass school, doesn't mean that gives you a free pass to come and act like we're cool. We're not cool."

I sighed, wishing this situation was going a lot better. "Look, I know how you feel. I'm just trying to help you-"

"I don't need your dumb help! Why don't you help yourself by getting out of my fucking face!?"

I sigh again, loud and frustratingly. I stood up, causing her to as well. She was fuming with unrelenting anger. I guess me talking to her had got her thinking about what happened earlier.. Whoops.

"You're making this more difficult than it has to be!" I half-shouted, my emotions feeding off hers. We were both getting irritated, and my heart was full of adrenaline.

"I'm not making a damn thing difficult!" She shouted back, pushing my chest and my back slammed into a locker behind me. "You're just some dumb loser who can't even defend himself and spent more time sucking farts against your will than actually being a human being! You're fucking pathetic!"

I tried to get some words out, but she wouldn't let me. She continued to grill my ass right there, and ever so slightly was pushing me closer and closer to.. Uh..

The Point.

The Point is something I got from my father. He and I are usually very humble and relaxed.. Until someone or something pushes all the necessary buttons to cause us to blow up.

And Taryn? I mean, I had a crush on her and whatnot but boy.. She was having a field day on my emotional control panel. My dad says Aunt Vivian was usually the one that pushed him over the edge.

"I'm gonna be honest with you," I shook my head. "You're being a serious bitch."

"Oh, I'm being the bitch?! Me?!" Taryn shouted back, waving her arms and hands for dramatic effect. "Ooohhh, guys! Look! Taryn's being a bitch! Certainly not that freckled-face slut that shoved us in a locker and nearly suffocated us with her fucking fart! Yeah, Taryn's the total bitch here when she just lost literally the only reason she goes to this shit-stain of a school!"

I lifted a hand up toward her to get her to stop fucking yelling but she took it as a form of aggression. She growled, stepped away from me and reeled her fist back..

She was getting ready to punch me.

It all moved in slow motion as I saw her fist barreling toward my jaw. That sight alone was my tipping point; I had boiled over. It was too late.

I had grit my teeth and grabbed her fist, reversing it on her and turning around and slamming her into the locker, with me pinning her.

*WHAM!*

"Hey! What the shit- let me go before I beat your stupid-"

"Shut..." I exhaled, squeezing her arm harder and making her grunt a little bit as I started putting my weight on her. She wasn't going anywhere. "...The fuck up."

Taryn was stubborn, and since is the very first time I had grew a pair in front of her, she still wasn't buying into my new attitude. It didn't matter though. This was.. A side of me I didn't think I'd tap into. "Don't tell me what to do, Fenzington! I swear to god, if you don't get the fuck offa me in the next-"

"Did you not just hear what I said, Taryn!? Shut up!" I growled again. "The next words out of your mouth better be an explanation of how Frankie became America's Next Top Model over night. Understand?"

She was quiet, now. She didn't say a word, but maintained eye contact with me and gave some light struggles. What made it even more awkward, was that I swear I heard her let out a little nervous poot as she gulped down a mouthful of anxiety.

*Pppproooooot!*

I rolled my eyes. "Do you understand?" I asked again.

"...M-Me and Wendy and.. And Gertrude all got together to.. To uhm.. Make Frankie join our little.. C-Clique." She stuttered out. Her speaking was jittered and submissive. She talked in a tone that I didn't even think possible for her.

Well. I guess we're both showing sides of our personalities that we kept hidden away.

"Uh huh.. When you guys were at her house. What did she do? What did you do?"

She gulped again and bit her lip, looking away for a second.

"Look at me and talk, Taryn." I said. Old Felix was locked away somewhere in the back of my mind and Power Trip Felix was out in the cut.

She looked me back in my eyes, never failing to look away after a couple seconds as she talked. "I-I gave her something called F-Fextract. I got it from some guy.."

"Some guy?" I asked. "What does he look like?"

"I dunno, like he sells super drugs? My memory is hazy.." Taryn sighed. "..Can you let go of me? I'm so over being held down."

I stayed quiet and simply raised an eyebrow.

"...Please?" She said, almost squeaking.

"...Fine." I got off of her, turning away to try and get my thoughts together.

"Ugh.. This is such bullshit, how the hell does this even happen.." I grumble under my breath. Today was supposed to be so cookie-cutter, so simple! I come in, have my crush sit and fart on my face, nut in my pants, clean up, go to class, wait til lunch, get farted on again, wait til I have that class where I sit behind her, get farted on again and-

"Hey, Felix.." She called out. "Were you.. Were you faking, this entire time?"

I slowly turned around. Guess it was time to open this can of worms. But before I did, I wanted to make sure we were on the same subject. "..Faking what?"

"Oh, don't play dumb now.." She crossed her arms. "Faking it. Like, all those times I would uh.. Fart on you. You acted like you were helpless, and I would always overpower you no matter what."

I stayed silent to see what else she would say.

"You've never acted the way you're acting now. Towards me, that is. And I couldn't get out of your grip just then, I-I've never felt that much strength from you."

I began getting butterflies in my stomach, as we were getting closer and closer.. To that conversation.

"It's cause I was mad." I said, lying through my teeth.

"No, it wasn't. You coulda overpowered me anytime you wanted. I can see being helpless when it was me, Gerts, and Wendy. But when it was just me..?" She trailed off. I sighed.

"You coulda easily pushed me off and walked away. But you didn't. You submitted every time and took whatever I gave you."

"Just go ahead and say it, Taryn."

She giggled cutely, giving me a mischevious grin and playfully pushed me. "You liked that shit."

"Congratulations, you win. I liked it. This entire time, I was faking and letting you do that stuff to me because I freaking liked it. I looked forward to it. It was my favorite part of the day." By this point, my heart was beating like a dubstep song.

"That's so.. Weird! You're a weirdo!"

"I'm the weirdo? I'll say I'm just as weird as the girl who enjoyed farting on me every chance she got. And just farting on me too. Because you never took my lunch money or hurt me too bad or anything like that.."

She inhaled sharply, blushing something fierce as she scrambled some words together. "Y-Yeah, okay, but that's differ-"

"Is it different?" I cut her off, walking towards her and she gulped. "Sounds like you've got a kink, too."

"...Okay! Whatever! I liked farting on you and you liked getting farted on! We're a match made in heaven, aren't we!?" She yelled out, but I knew she was being sarcastic.

"Obviously." I responded back, returning that same sarcasm. "I'm not worried about that though. I'm worried about my old friend and your old friends turning against us. I can't have Frankie tormenting me for the rest of the school year."

"But I thought you liked getting farted on?"

"But I mean, she's my.. Friend. Or was. She basically Darth Vader'd me. Something about this just doesn't feel right." I said. "I'm putting my fetish aside for this one." I put my hand on Taryn's shoulder and looked at her. Surprisingly, she showed no anger or anything, and seemed to be okay with it. "Jealousy and pride is what's fueling her mindset right now. We've gotta convince Frankie that things don't have to be this way."

"Jealousy, huh?" Taryn repeated. "I see, that's why she shoved you in the locker with me. Because you uh.."

"Have a crush on you and not her. And I stood up for you when I never stood up for her.. And even after her transformation, things still didn't work in her favor.. When it came to me, that is."

"Wow. She has a right to be mad.. But still, fuck that bitch for double crossing me! No one double crosses me!" Taryn shouted.

"I think all this can be solved by talking things through.." I got my back-pack and made sure I was presentable.

"Taryn.. Don't do anything reckless. Come over to my place later so we can decide on what to do to get us out of this mess."

"Come over to your place? You sure your folks will be okay with that?"

"...They'll be fine."
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"CITIZENS OF KINKSTER! BEHOLD YOUR NEW QUEEN!" Frankie shouted, standing up high in the lunch room on a lunch table, much to some people's annoyance.

"F-Frankie, dude, don't cause a scene.. I get that you wanna be known and stuff but-" Joseph's snout was clamped shut by Gertrude.

"Quiet, dog boy. Let her do her thing. This is like.. A rite of passage. You wouldn't understand."

"I guess I'm not supposed to understand either." Wendy chimed in. "I wonder how Felix is doing.."

"From this *urrpp*..day forth," Frankie began, "I will be the one everyone answers to. The one who upheld that position has been.. Uh.. Joseph, what's the word.." She snapped her fingers repeatedly.

"Usurped?"

"Huh? What does syrup have *uhhrrp* to do with this?" She looked back at him.

"Usurped, that's the word. When you forcefully take a position from someone." He explained.

"Oh.. Well, Taryn has been usyruped from this position and I'm the one in charge! So... Yeah." She finished in an anticlimactic manner. "Does anyone *errupp* object to this?"

There was a small blanket of silence that covered the lunchroom, with whispers of "what the hell is she talking about" and "crazy ginger bitch" being uttered. No one objected, either out of fear or sheer curiosity.

"So, that Taryn twat isn't around anymore? Thank the Lord, she was freakin' annoying." A voice, much louder, rang out.

"I agree! But.. Who said that?" Frankie asked, looking around.

"Me. And now I don't have to worry about anyone else stealing my authoritive spotlight."

From the crowd, stood a very tall but curvy figure. Joseph gulped.

"God, not her.." He whispered.

"Oh, boy.. Freckles, maybe announcing yourself like this wasn't the smartest idea.." Gertrude said, a little shook.

"Are you gonna eat your cornbread, Gerts? Please say no, please." Wendy begged.

"Authoritive spotlight? Did your *uurrrp* headass not just hear me!? I'm the queen, now!" Frankie pointed to herself, obviously not as shook as her group behind her.

The new.. Challenger was intimidating. She was at least six and a half feet tall, and she was a furry/anthromorph, similar to Joseph. Except she was half-cow. Her skin was a pale white, with black spots dotted throughout with short black hair, similar to a bob. Her cute little cow ears drooping down on the side. She was in regular student uniform, her tight shirt keeping back two massive jugs. She also had a rather large septum piercing.

She walked over to the table, her footsteps stomping and one could swear the cafeteria shook with each footfall. She huffed, putting her hands on her hips as she sized Frankie up. Feeling a little respectful, Frankie got down from the table and stood in front of her.

The size difference was obvious. But Frankie showed no signs of backing down.

"Who's the cow girl?" Wendy whispered to Gertrude.

"I'm surprised you don't know her. I figured you would be friends with the rest of these farm looking mother fuckers."

"Say something like that again and I'll remind you what a farm smells like." Wendy growled.

"Fine, fine. Easy there, I'm just joking. Her name is Yasmin.."

"Yasmin.." Joseph repeated. "This one time, she beat me and Felix up and then ate our homework. And then used my hoodie to wipe her ass and forced me to wear it for the rest of the day. No one would talk to me."

Yasmin looked down upon the headstrong ginger. "You certainly pass the 'meat on your bones' test. But you don't compare to me."

Frankie smirked, crossing her arms. "I don't compare to you because I'm out of your league, heifer."

Yasmin snarled and grit her teeth, using even more intimidation. "What did you say..!?"

"I said, I'm the queen of this jungle now. The Red Headed Lioness. And you? You're a cow, who sits at the bottom of the food chain. *bbUuuurp!*..Beneathe me."

Gertrude raised an eyebrow, whispering to Joseph. "Damn. When did Freckles get so good at shit talk?"

He whispered back. "She's a gamer girl. It comes natural to her."

"I'm not beneath anyone, bitch. Since you can talk so much smack, how about you back it up, huh?" Yasmin grinned.

"Gladly. Beating your ass would be too cliche though, I wanna do something that'll really humiliate you."

"...Since I'm curious, I'll play along with your stupid games. Try not to cry though when I beat you at them. What'll it be?"

"You can't out-eat me." Frankie said, boldly. This caused a massive chuckle to burst forth from Yasmin.

"Hahahahah! Out-eat you!? You do know I'm a fucking cow, right? All I do is eat!"

"Prove it. You and me, right now. Loser is the winner's *uhhrrp!* bitch until further notice."

"You're on. Keep that same energy."

Frankie smirked, and snapped her fingers. "Gerts! Wendy! Joseph! Y'all will be the caterers to me and my dumb opponent. Keep bringing food to us until one of us keels over from being too full, got it?"

"Wait, caterers?" Joseph asked. "Come on, Frankie, don't make us spend our lunch money. And besides, school won't allow me to buy all that food."

"They'll allow me." Wendy chimed in. "For students like me, and probably Yasmin and any other entities that can eat twice their weight in food, we get special cards that don't have a food limit. Joseph, just use my card and cover for Frankie."

"And another one of you squirts can use mine." Yasmin said, digging in between her boobs and pulling out her card.

"Gertrude, Joseph. *UUURP!* Get on it." Frankie snapped again.

Joseph groaned. "B-But how is that fair to me? At least cover for half of it!"

"Hehehe~" Yasmin chuckled. "Looks like your lil' boyfriend is being difficult."

"He's not my boyfri-" Frankie paused mid sentence. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two figures walk into the lunchroom.

Felix.. And Taryn.

Walking in... TOGETHER.

A fire-welled up inside of Frankie. An irritating anger. She was expecting Taryn to be a snakey-bitch and blow Felix off after she was sentenced to her Locker Dutch Oven, but here they were. Being all buddy-buddy.

"Alright, Felix. Playing hard-ball? We'll play hard-ball." Frankie thought to herself.

"...Actually, yeah. He's my boyfriend." Frankie stated. Joseph's jaw dropped like an anchor.

"...What!? Your boyfriend!? Frankie, I told you I was talking to this bunny-girl from Ohio-"

"HE'S MY CUTE, LOYAL BOYFRIEND!" Frankie shouted loud enough for everyone to hear. She then went over to Joseph, pushing her ass against his crotch and bending over slightly.

"J-Jesus Christ, Frankie, you're really.. R-Really over doing it here! I'm not your.. Ungh..!"

"Ooh.. This is gettin' good.~" Gertrude giggled, sipping some milk from a carton.

Over yonder, Felix and Taryn were observing the situation, utterly baffled.

"Did.. Wait. What's going on, Fenzington? Were they always together?" Taryn whispered.

"No.." Felix whispered back. "This is a ploy. She's doing this to get at me, and to force Joseph's submissive ass to do as she pleases. Two birds, one stone."

"Ohh.. So Joseph likes Frankie?"

"He's never liked Frankie. In that way, I mean. But since Joseph can hardly convey how he really feels and breaks under pressure like a nut, he's got no choice but to roll with it. And she knows that.." Felix responded. "God, Franks.. That's cold. What's happening to you.. This is my fault.."

Frankie stuck her tongue out, looking behind her and winking at Joseph as she continue grinding her bodacious butt against him. "Oooh, come on, babe. You know we've been.. *boourrpp!* crushin' on each other for the longest~ Why don't you reach and get you a handful of that booty to show everyone that I'm yours, hmm?"

"Yeah, dog boy! Grab that ass!" Gertrude shouted.

"I-I-I.. Uh.. I-I.." Joseph was choking up. He wanted to push Frankie off of him and tell her to quit being a cunt, but lord knows that required courage.

Sigh. He succumbed.

He took his hand and grabbed her right asscheek slowly, squeezing it and his fingers sunk into it like dough. "...S-She's.. Mine..." He whimpered.

Yasmin nodded her head. "Hm. Well in that case, when I win this little tussle, both of you love birds belong to me. Since you two are a package deal."

"Your conditions are moot because you won't win." Frankie stood back up, looking at Joseph. "Go get the food, hon?"

Joseph stared back. He knew that Frankie wasn't being sincere in the slightest, and this was just an act. But defying would be stupid. He rolled with it; out of fear and the fact that if Frankie did rise to complete power in Kinkster, then technically he would be there too.

Something about this still didn't feel right.

"...Yeah. S-Sure thing." Joseph squeaked. He got Wendy's Student Card and Gertrude got Yasmin's, and the two went to go and get them the endless amount of food for the challenge contest.

As the two walked away from the surrounding crowd, Joseph spoke up to Gertrude.

"Hey.. Are you agreeing with any of this?"

Gertrude looked at him. "Agreeing with what? All this bullshit that's going on? Hell yeah. This is fun to watch, I don't know if Freckles is about to become the play toy of a cow-girl or if she's gonna pull out a dub. The excitement is killin' me, dog boy!"

"But.. Don't you feel sorry for Taryn? You were friends.."

Gertrude rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I don't care about that anymore. Taryn finally got knocked down a peg and was replaced. The same'll happen to Frankie. And trust and believe that I'll be there when it happens."

"You act like a follower but you get off to drama. It's why you were so quick to double-cross Taryn." Joseph said.

"Heheh. Good observation, dog boy. Shhh, stay under the radar and reap the rewards of the higher-ups. Totally worth it." Gertrude winked.

Joseph just sighed again. He just wanted things to go back to normal.