A HIGH SCHOOL STORY

So, there's a few things you need to understand. I grew up in a more...fundamental area. In my high school, there were only two options: male or female. The very few intersex kids like myself were grouped by appearance and genitals. I had breasts and a vagina, therefore I was a girl. But that also meant that there was no allowance for me having a penis. I'm sure you can imagine how uncomfortable that made me in a onesie when gym class hit the pool. Let's just say I learned to tuck. Things like gay, lesbian and non-binary were treated with scorn. Attempts to press the issue generally ended in public ridicule and ostracizing, so anyone who was stayed pretty firmly in the closet. The worst was trans. There was no such thing as a transgender student at my high school. Even if they did exist, they didn't exist, and unlike the dismissive ridicule and humiliation of gay or lesbian, any student that came across as trans risked being dragged out behind the school and beaten to death. The lead faculty would happily turn a blind eye to any of this, just to be clear.

That give you a pretty clear picture of what things were like? Good. Then let's get on with the story.

Freshman year. My sign-up took a little longer than the other students because I'm intersex. I wasn't happy about it, but I had to go to the school nurse and have her...check things. I had to strip down to my underwear so she could examine me for a "routine health screening". At first, the nurse was giving me these judging looks, but as soon as she found a vagina, it was like her whole demeanor just...instantly changed. She started smiling, apologizing for keeping me, and sent me on my way. I would later find out this is what they do if they suspect someone is trans. I was then able to finally get my class schedule. After that, things felt pretty normal for a while. They'd pegged me pretty accurately as an "extrovert geek", so they assigned me a mix of courses like literature, history, art, marketing and gym ("physical education"). I can't say I was overly interested in literature or marketing, but the rest sounded okay. All they were doing was just tagging me with a broad demographic anyways. My parents paid for my books, I picked up supplies, and off I went. My first year was...surprisingly boring. The most interesting things that happened were joining band, where I learned to play the trumpet, and teaming up with the "odd girls" in gym class. There was a chubby human girl, a very nerdy equine girl, and a buff bear girl whom I was definitely sure was a lesbian. The four of us would always wind up showering together after the rest of the girls, because most of them weren't exactly nice about our...differences. So, that was my first year. Lots of sitting in class watching the clock, with the occasional bout of doing something fun, like playing volleyball or having music practice down by the lake.

Then came sophmore year. At first, I thought being given two math classes and a computer class would be the worst things to happen that year. Then, enter Alec. I have no idea if Alec was short for something, but I think he was a timberwolf. Or maybe a dire wolf. At the time, I was only slightly over six feet, nowhere close to my current seven-foot-frame, and he was about the same height. Our band teacher, Mr. Wright, was a good teacher and director but always woefully short on school funding. It was so bad that sometimes we had to use broken equipment, and the school would only lend us the smallest, shittiest bus they had for trips. At the time, my family actually had a little spare money, so i used a small amount of it to buy equipment directly for the band. Of course, this was against school rules, as donations had to be made to the school not to a specific class...but we all knew it would just go to the football team. Mr. Wright covered for me, and the rest of my band group certainly appreciated what I did. I don't know how Alec found out. He was degenerate but clever, and probably eavesdropped at just the right time.

He approached me one day in the hallway with that shitty grin of his and said he knew what I did, and had even managed to steal a receipt from Mr. Wright's desk (we had to keep them in case an item broke or was defective and needed replacing). He said he would forget all of it, however, if I didn't...resist. I didn't know what he meant until he led me to the utility closet, closed the door, and started groping my breasts. Then I understood. I gasped and was about to shove him off when he stopped me and added that not only would he get Mr. Wright fired, he'd insinuate that the teacher and I had a "relationship", and with me having bought things to help him it would lend weight to the claim. That could mean Mr. Wright not only going to jail, but winding up as a sex offender. I was shaking. I was so angry but so afraid, so I just kind of...shut down. He kept groping and molesting me, then he pulled my t-shirt off. I was pretty developed in high school, so he was leering at my bra-clad tits, before getting my bra off and then squeezing them directly. He kept telling me how nice my tits are, and how much he's going to enjoy fucking me. My shorts were next, then my panties. He just laughed whe he learned that I had a dick as well as a pussy. Called me a freak. He slapped my cock. It hurt, and I jumped in response and let out a small noise of surprise. Then he started removing his clothes, making me watch him, but I didn't feel anything except fear, numbness and anger. When he bent me over the table, lifted my tail, lodged the head of his cock against my pussy and then pushed in...I felt something else.

I'd only had sex once before then, and it was with this half-dragon, half-tigress in middle school named Kirasha. Real party girl, early bloomer, wanted to pop my cherry. So, I had both lesbian sex and experienced pussy for the first time. I...came a little quick the first time, but after that, I learned fast and we had great sex. It only lasted a few months, but what a few months. In other worlds, I wan't an overall virgin, but I had never been penetrated in the vagina before. My body has always been pretty responsive, so thankfully I was just wet enough, but it still kinda hurt. Then it just felt weird. I'd never had anything more than fingers in there before, so having a cock thrusting in me was a sensation that took time to process. I felt full, and strange, and...pleasure. That was the bad part. My body was literally starting to enjoy being raped. He's just glowling and fucking away at me, and occasionally slapping my ass (which gets a gasp or grunt each time), and I can feel I'm getting wetter. He points it out. He tells me I love it. My cock is hard. My anger at him turned to anger at myself. Was I a whore? Did I actually want this? I whined under my breath as he fucked me, my tits bouncing, and then he goes balls-deep and starts to cum. I can feel his cock throbbing, and the warmth, and I know what it is. The asshole couldn't even have the decency to pull out. Then he just slaps my ass again, pulls his jeans and underwear back on, and laughs at me before leaving me there. I can feel his cum running down my thigh. I just stay in that pose for a while, my emotions like smothered coals in that dark room. Finally, I manage to collect myself enough to fish the little packet of tissues out of my school satchel and start cleaning myself up. My panties are pulled back on, then my bra, shorts, tee, sandals. It's all very...numb. Methodical.

I pick up my satchel, leave the storage room, and walk my way out of school. My mother wonders why I'm 20 minutes late, and had assumed it was band-related. I don't answer. She sees the dead look on my face as I stare at the road, and after asking if I'm okay and not getting an answer, we made the rest of the drive in silence. After we got home, I quietly went to my room (with another worried look from my mom) and just sat on my bed. I don't know for how long. Just staring at the wall. The after-school event began replaying in my mind. I got hard. I felt disgusted. Every time my mind drifted to thoughts of him fucking me, I would get an erection, and while my body felt desire my emotions felt destroyed. I tried taking a shower, playing some games on my computer, checking my phone...anything that would make me feel something besides this...disgust. With him, with myself, with everything. I flopped into bed, and passed out in my underwear, and had the most intensely sexual nightmares of depravity and fear.

Waking up with an erection the next day didn't exactly help my mood. Normally, I masturbated at least two, three times a day or more, but that day I couldn't bear to touch myself. I waited it out, peed, changed underwear, got dressed, brushed my hair, and went to school. Mom was still worried, but my family was the stoic type. They believed in handling your own problems, but that doesn't mean she didn't care. She was more assuming that whatever it was, I would work through it and be stronger for it. School was just...going through the motions. The three girls from my gym class could tell something was wrong, but I couldn't talk about it. Instead, they gave me hugs, and said they'd be there if I felt like talking. I miss those girls a lot. After classes were over, there he was. Alec took me to the room, and this time he didn't bother with undressing us both. That took too much time and might call attention. Instead he just pulled my shorts and panties down, pushed his own jeans and underwear down, and went to it. The table thumps and creaks a little as he humps my pussy. I'm hard again. I feel like shit for how badly I want to cum. My dick is drooling pre by the time he finishes in me. Again, a slap on the ass and he leaves. Again, I cleaned myself up with tissues, pulled my panties and shorts back up, and went home as if nothing happened. Then again, and again, every day after class he would mount me and use me like I was a sex toy.

After a few days, I just pulled my panties and shorts down myself, bend over and waited for him. I thought maybe Alec would lose interest if I just accepted it, but if anything, he started fucking me more. Two weeks later, he started telling people I was his girlfriend. I didn't correct him, and I had become comfortbly numb to it all now, and could even manage to smile. My parents and friends chalked it up to dating woes...all except for Suzie, the bear. Her gut kept telling her something was wrong. Alec started taking me back to his house. I met his even bigger asshole of a misogynist dad. Then we'd go up to his bedroom, undress, and fuck. I wasn't resisting anymore. I figured I had only two choices, wallow in hating everything, or give up and at least try to enjoy it. I wasn't what you'd call enthusiastic, but I didn't mind him being on top of me anymore, his bed making little noises under us. My lack of masturbation resulted in me cumming all over myself during one round of fucking. I'd never ejaculated hands-free before, and it felt intense and weird. He just laughed about it and tossed me a towel. He had exactly what he wanted. There was no more abuse, no more bullying, just lots of sex and otherwise being treated with a kind of benign neglect.

Junior year. The thing with me and Alec had been going on for about six months now. He never seemed to tire of fucking me. I thought maybe he would get bored, or want a girl who actually liked him, but no...he just wanted something easy. I started getting used to it. Althought I still kinda hated him, I started really enjoying the sex, and having a constant outlet was admittedly something I had never had before. Kirasha and I had only had sex a total of 18 times over the period of our dating. But Alec was fucking me literally every day. I thought I had just accepted it, that this was just how it is, but I was wrong. In spite of my physical enjoyment of the sex and my otherwise neutral/okay surface mood, a dark well of emotion was boiling up somewhere far, far down in my subconscious mind. Sometimes I would snap at my three girlfriends for no reason. Or I would spike the ball too hard in volleyball, hit someone, and only reluctantly apologize. My music tastes turned more towards hard rock and heavy synthwave from my previous love of pop, alternative rock and nightcore. I started giving shorter answers to questions, my grades declined from mostly B's to several D's, and I would often take long showers or baths. Sometimes I would pick at one of my little scales so hard that it came off, leaving a bleeding, sore splot until it grew back. It wasn't so much that I felt angry all the time, that might have actually had a positive outcome. Instead, I felt...itchy. Emotionally, I mean. Like my emotions were an itch I couldn't scratch, and it just made me feel annoyed, tired and horny all the time. I just wanted something to scratch it, but I didn't understand the feeling, so I didn't have an answer for it.

Towards the end of the year, I was in a pretty bad place. Like I was just...drowning. I think I finally hit my ultimate low, because that's when Suzie finally got through. She knew. Somehow, the whole time, she knew something was wrong with mine and Alec's relationship, something noone else saw. It took days of comforting and encouragement before she finally broke through the massive wall that had been building inside of me. Then sitting on her couch at her parent's place, I just...broke down. I ugly cried. I sobbed and I shook and I told her literally everything. She knew mine and Alec's relationship was toxic, but she had no idea how it started. I'll never forget the look on her face. The shock. The horror. Then, the fury. If she hadn't been busy keeping me from just collapsing, I think she would have walked straight over to Alec's house and ripped his spine out through his anus. I still didn't know what to do, if I broke up with Alec he would ruin Mr. Wright. Suzie suggested we kill Alec and hide the body. She wasn't exactly joking, but quickly abandoned the idea. At least now I felt like I was doing this for a reason that was out of my control. I wasn't a whore, I was just unwillingly playing a game, and it was just a matter of shitty circumstances and biology. We'd figure it out. We just needed time.

Senior year. Alec had noticed me and Suzie spending a lot of time together. He'd heard the rumors about her, and he wasn't having any of me and her getting into a relationship. Not that we were, it wasn't like that between us, but under other circumstances I probably would have wound up dating her. He had somehow managed to get a picture of Suzie hugging me and giving me a kiss on the snout. It was just a comforting act, but with the rumors already surrounding her make it damning. He showed it off in the middle of the hallway, and the other kids started lauging at her, calling her a "fucking dyke" and a "taco slut" and other choice terms. Suzie went into a panic and lost it, and with an angry snarl, she lunged at Alec. Remember when I said I wasn't sure what kind of wolf he was? Well, it was dire wolf. He didn't look it, but he was strong. Supernaturally strong. Not a lot, but enough. He took Suzie down hard. The he just backhands her across the muzzle and laughs, blood trickling from her mouth. Some of the other students are launging at her too. I couldn't let it happen. I grabbed at him, tried to pull him off her. He easily overpowered and then hit me. Knocked me down, and then just kept laughing and hit Suzie again.

That was when it happened. That was when the underneath came out for the first time. The other students abruptly stopped laughing. They started to back off. Now it's important to understand that our school was prejudiced but diverse. There were not only humans and anthros, but other species as well, like dragons and unicorns and such. Supernatural abilities are known, but none of them are exactly world-shaking. The ability to heal a cut, puff out some fire or lift one end of a car isn't exactly going to have a big impact. Later, some of the students would describe it as if a shadow came over me, and for a moment, all they could say was my bared white teeth and my eyes, as if the lights in the room had dimmed around me but those two things were still illuminated. Then a hollow, rasping voice came from me and spoke the words

NEVER AGAIN

Alec's head jerked around in surprise, and his eyes turned from cruelty to sudden horror. My left fist connected with his muzzle. One of his teeth went flying, and his blood sprayed the floor. He staggered off of Suzie. Then I hit him again, full force now, my right fist square into his chest...and it was like he'd been hit by a car. He flew across the room and hit the lockers so hard they caved in. Then I hit him again. And again. Then he was on the floor, and I was on top of him. Again. Again. The students could hear his arm break, his ribs crack, his jaw dislocate. His eyes were nothing but fear and pain. He begged me to stop, but I couldn't hear him. I didn't even realize I was screaming. I just wanted to see that look in his eyes up until the moment they would never look at anything again.

Then, suddenly, there were hands on me. Many of them. It was Mr. Wright, Ms. Lockwood from social studies, Suzie, one of the football players, and some random kid in grunge wear. It took all five of them to pull me off of him, with Suzie trying to tell me he's not worth it. Four of them had to pin me to the floor just to keep me restrained. Whatever had happened to me was wearing off though, and after a moment, it only took Mr. Wright and Suzie to hold me while they tried to calm me down. The other students had thought I'd gone crazy. An ambulance was called, and once they arrived, Alec's bleeding and now unconscious body was swiftly carried to the hospital.

Suspension pending dismissal. A formal dismissal from the school would cripple my chances of ever getting into college. They didn't know why I did it. So, I was suspended and remanded to therapy to determine my fate. I could even be facing juvenile criminal charges, depending on what comes out during the therapy and the investigation. It was serious. Alec is in the hospital, breathing through a tube with his jaw wired shut. They had to defib him in the ambulance just to get him to the hospital alive. Three broken ribs, a punctured lung, a broken arm, three missing teeth, a dislocated jaw, and severe trauma. Suzie insisted on going with me to the therapy sessions, but they weren't willing at first. Finally, they relented, and a week later she managed to get me to open up to the therapist. It was long, and ugly, and I cried angry tears and nearly felt like I was going to lose myself again...but when it was over. Suzie was willing to go on record supporting everything, including when I first confessed to her. The school went from having one crazed student to a full-blown methodical, premeditated and long-term rape case that had gone on for many, many months on school property. The head faculty did not want that getting out. The school's rep would take a huge dive. So, it would be rebranded as a "lover's quarrel" that ended in an unfortunate injury. Alec's father was offered a choice: eat the medical bills quietly while his son endures months of painful rehabilitation and never speak of this again, or Alec can spend the next 20 years in prison. He was angry, even went so far as to imply that I had been "asking for it" and that I was a whore, but in the end he took the deal. As for me, two of my D's were quietly changed to B's when it was understood why I'd been doing so poorly in class, and my final report card wound up average with a "notation of excellence" to help me get into college. My parents were horrified. If Alec hadn't already been in the hospital, my dad would have definitely put him there. My dad and I have never really gotten along, we've never even been close...but you never touch a lindwurm's family. Mom would spend the next year showering me with more attention than I want, and then eventually I would leave for college.

In case you're wondering, college was so much better. There were no judgements of orientation or gender. I became one of the popular crowd, and had a gratuitous amount of sex, all of it consensual. I continued to play volleyball, learned to shoot pool, danced, drank and befriended a big group of humans, anthros and oddities who would be my best friends for several years to come.