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Catalina Acosta was pretty sure she was done with school, at least in the academic sense. She was acing every test that came her way, and even the busy work was done away with with the smallest application of her top-notch book smarts and super speed. The only reason she stayed was for her friends, both for their company, and to help out when she could. Brittany and Annette performed well on most subjects, with a few areas that required improvement. Amanda struggled to maintain the B average she needed for her sports team memberships.
Meanwhile, Chastity was all over the place with As in some subjects, Ds in others, and a smattering of Bs and Cs everywhere else. You’d think she’d take the easy road to academic accolades, but Chastity refused to, out of some kind of “slut’s pride.” She’d fuck her tutors, but only as a way to destress from studying.
Catalina was fairly disengaged from the goings-on at her school and was surprised at the sight of a new girl standing before the class. The newcomer was fairly tall, on the heavier side, with fulsome breasts, a round tummy, and an ass that rivaled Annette’s own bouncing backside. She was dressed head to toe in black, with silver chains and jewelry hanging off her.
The teacher, Mr. Granditer, stood beside her and made an announcement to the class. ”Everyone, this is Gertrude McMillans. I know it’s late in the year, but I hope everyone can give her a big Caili Pier welcome.” The tepid greeting that resulted was not what Mr. Granditer wanted, but he wasn’t going to try to wring more enthusiasm from a 9:00 AM math class.
Gertrude took an empty desk and began writing her notes, with quiet resignation all over her face. The sight tugged at Catalina’s heartstrings, reminding her of her own loneliness. She leaned over and whispered to Gertrude, “Hey, the name’s Catalina. Want to hang out during lunch?” The goth hurriedly whispered back, “OK, if you really want to.” The blue-nette smiled at Gertrude, who weakly returned it, and went back to work.
The lunch bell rang, and the teeming masses of students swarmed the cafeteria, desperate in their hopes that they could get their food before the choicest morsels were gone. Catalina had managed to get a decent plate and was searching for Gertrude, who was sitting by herself off in the corner. The young Latina called out to the goth, “Hey, you still wanna hang out?” Gertrude looked up from her meal with surprise in her eyes, like she was shocked that Catalina even remembered her. The dark-haired girl nodded, got up from her seat, and followed the blue-nette to join the rest of the Squad.
The two found them enjoying their own lunches, with Chastity tossing chicken nuggets into Amanda’s open mouth. Catalina quickly introduced her guest. “Everybody, this is Gertrude. I met her in math class this morning.” The goth grimaced and muttered, “Actually, I don’t really care for Gertrude. Can you guys call me Ophelia instead?” Chastity perked up, “Oh, like that old song?” Confusion spread across the newcomer’s face, “What song?” The blonde slut smiled and sang, “Boards on the window, mail by the door. What would anybody leave so quickly for? Ophelia, where have you gone? You’ve never heard that?”
The goth shook her head, and Chastity shrugged. “Alright, we’ll listen to it later.” Amanda piped up, “So what’s your deal? Kinda late for a transfer.” Ophelia answered, “Yeah, had some family trouble. Had to move to a new city.” Annette laid a gentle hand on Ophelia’s own. “Are you OK now? Is there anything we can do to help?” The goth girl smiled for the first time since she arrived at this school. “Thanks, but everything seems to be alright for now.”
Brittany continued the line of questioning. “So, need help finding your classes?” Ophelia shook her head, “I’ve been doing alright so far. Though, I wouldn’t say no to an insider’s tour.” It was then that the disaster duo of Regina and Georgina made their presence known with their usual grace and charm. “HEY FUCKERS! Who’s the new freak?”
The Squad groaned while Ophelia twitched at Regina’s comment, “She’s a recent transfer, and she doesn’t need your bullshit.” Annette informed the two gyarus while placing a comforting arm around the goth. “Oh, we’re bullshitting now, huh? What about you? You puttin’ on this good Samaritan schtick when you just want a little puppy to follow you around?” Georgina spat with Regina following up with, “Heh, puppy ain’t so little, not with an ass like that.”
Chastity retorted, “Well, at least she has an ass. The only curve you've got is your gut.” That got Regina’s hackles up, but before she could retort, the bell rang. Brittany halted Ophelia and asked her, “You OK?” The goth gave her a weak little smile and answered, “Yeah, it’s not the worst thing I’ve been called.” Annette swooped in and gave her a hug, which then became a group hug as the others joined in.
“If you want, we can hang out after school. Show you around town,” offered Catalina. “I’d like that, here’s my number,” replied Ophelia, before she left for her next class. The rest of the day went as normal, with the girls helping their new friend whenever they could. The final bell rang, and the girls decided to take Ophelia to the laundromat.
“So you guys work here? Is the pay any good?” The goth asked as Amanda and Chastity were facing off in Back Alley Brawlers II. “Pay’s alright, but it’s the benefits we stay for. Can’t beat free laundry and unlimited passes for the arcade,” replied Catalina, while Brittany and Annette made sure the detergent and fabric softener were in stock.
Mr. Dennings, the robotic manager, approached Catalina with orders.“Senior management is having needs of you. Please arrive in the office soonish.” Catalina turned to Ophelia. “Gotta take care of this, see you in a bit.” The blue-hued Latina went to the office where Cleo was waiting in some business casual wear. “Catalina, I’m glad you’re here. I’m afraid there has been a dire development.” She then pulled a small dark crystal that pulsed with foul magic, “I was trying to scy earlier today, but it was as if a fog had descended. We found a crystal like this one and destroyed it, but the fog still hasn’t lifted. We need you and the rest of them.”
Catalina nodded as Cleo relayed the information to the others telepathically. “Alright, we’ll get Rachel in on this too. While we’re looking, we can show Ophelia around town.” Annette closed the lid on the dispenser and got Ophelia’s attention. “So, you want to get something to eat? There’s a pizza and wing joint down the road, was hoping you’d join us.” The goth gave it some thought and then nodded, “Sure, I could go for some pepperoni and honey lemon wings.”
The next week was characterized by Ophelia being taken on a tour of Caili Pier, with the Squaddies sneaking off to search for the jamming crystals. Monday saw them at the park, the crystal wedged into a statue of local hero, Guy Montigo, who led a resistance cell against the Confederates. Tuesday was a trip to the water park, where Chastity had tripped over the next crystal after her usual blowbang behind the changing station. On Wednesday, the crystal was hiding amongst the jewels at Rochelle’s Fine Jewelry, but a quick flash of Britteny’s credit card solved that, as it did with most of Britteny’s problems. Thursday’s misadventure involved distracting Ophelia with some goats while Amanda had to dive into the tiger enclosure at the zoo. Friday seemed to be pretty chill, until Regina and Georgina found the crystal and decided to turn it into tacky jewelry. It took no less than three felonies and seven misdemeanors before the crystal was dealt with.
And through it all, the girls grew closer to Ophelia, even having her over for dinner once or twice. The warmth of the girls’ families provided comfort to the displaced goth, even as Ophelia continued to keep her own home life to herself. Ophelia’s heart was lifted by the presence of her newfound friends, even if they seemed weirdly evasive at times. Soon enough, the Squad had destroyed enough crystals so that the fog had lifted enough for Cleo to scry the source of the jamming crystals, a small office building in the midtown area.
A bent roof access door later, and the Squad was making their sweep, weapons at the ready. “This has Dark Kingdom stink all over it, you think it’s Psycho One or Psycho Two?” Red bantered as she shuffled along with her fists up. “Are you talking chronologically, or degree of psychopathy? Because those are two different rankings.” Green replied, bow at the ready. “I thought we agreed to call them Dweebus and Bitchly?” Yellow chimed in.
Then, a deep and rumbling voice rang out, “Children, you must learn to get along with your betters. It will serve you well when the Queen conquers this world.” The Squad zeroed in on where the announcement came from. There was a swivel chair that seemed empty until it swung around, revealing its occupant. It was a short bat creature, dressed in fine garments. He stood up, and every eye was drawn to his distressingly prominent bulge. “Now, come to your Uncle Skark.”
“Me-wow! Girls, we must capture him at all costs!” Flufflepon’s mental command came over them. “Because he has vital intelligence on Dark Kingdom operations?” Cleo asked. The resulting silence was deafening before the bottom-heavy cat maid replied, “If it comes up as pillow talk, sure, we can get some intel. Now, grab that fine furry hunk!”
Pushing their misgivings about Flufflepon’s intentions aside, the Squad charged at Skark. The bat gremlin dodged the jab of Red and the thrust of Yellow, deflecting arrows and spells with a spear he had conjured. “You may have bested those striplings, but I am a veteran of the Frutonk Campaign. I will deliver your stolen Thongs to our rightful ruler.”
In the middle of Skark’s gloating, Pink landed a solid blow on him. “Oh, with the hitting, and the hurting, and the pain!” The bat exclaimed in a high and reedy voice, in contrast to his dulcet tone from earlier. Yellow went in for the follow-up, only to get blasted by a hidden bomb in a filing cabinet. Red caught her and helped her back up.
Blue and Green synchronized their shots, keeping him pinned down, while Pink’s quakes kept him from retaliating. “Perhaps you Earthings have steel in your spines after all! I look forward to seeing your growth.” Skark complimented the Squad before unleashing a sonic screech that dazed them. When they recovered, the bat was gone. “Damn it, we’re O and three for dealing with these ass clowns. We’re gonna get PT into the ground for this, I just know it,” grumbled Red, as she and Yellow shuffled around for the last jamming crystal.
“Well, we’re still stopping their plans. That has to count for something,” offered Pink as she turned over a destroyed desk. “Speaking of which, I was expecting her to start shrieking when the over-endowed gremlin escaped.” Blue pointed out as she kicked over a burnt-out fax machine. “Flufflepon vanished just now, said she had an errand to run,” Cleo informed the Squad. “Oh, I do not like the sound of that. I just know she’s cooking up something for us,” uttered Green as she picked through an intact filing cabinet, before exclaiming in triumph, grabbing the crystal, and smashing it.
In a dark alley a few blocks from his defeat, Skark paced and muttered to himself about how to explain his failure to the Queen. “You thought you got away, but no one escapes the warm embrace of justice!” A voice pierced the night as the bat turned towards the source. All that filled his vision was Flufflepon’s massive dump truck of an ass on its way to pancake his face. The noises that followed were indescribable, both in terms of frequency and degeneracy. When it was finished, Flufflepon slipped her thong back on with all the smugness of a cat that had gotten the canary and washed it down with all the cream. As for Skark, he was left in the middle of a fuck crater with empty balls, a deflated dick, and the knowledge that this was just the first in a long line of sexual muggings.