Wicked Games Pt. 01

Valerie was trying to be good, really she was, but these cute boys were making it difficult.

The boy that had caught her obsession lately was Nicholas Ashton, who lived upstairs from her in Waylon Hall, and who right now was sitting one seat in front of her in the row to her right in HST 232: Roman History, where he had been all semester. It was a perfect position for Valerie to admire him from. Valerie had found that girls like her, futanari girls, had a type of guy they were into that was sort of off from what most women seemed to be into, and Nicholas fit that type to a T. He was short for a guy, slender built, more pretty than handsome, and most importantly, he had a nice round butt that he always showed off with skinny jeans, a nice round butt that she had jerked herself raw more nights than she could count in the past months fantasizing about sliding her big cock into. Today he was even wearing the tight black t-shirt she always imagined him in. His soft black hair had gotten shaggy over the course of the school year too, which Valerie also liked, often fantasizing about running her fingers through it, playing with it, or, in her darker imaginings, grabbing and twisting and yanking on it until tears ran down his pretty face, holding him in place by a fistful of his long pretty hair while she fucked him harder than he was okay with...

For some reason she had thought it would be easier to step away from those thoughts, once she stopped doing stuff like that for real. There were words, she knew, for what she and her futa friends used to get up to with boys, words for what they were forever for having done that stuff. Words that put a black mark on you. Words she could scarcely bear to think. It had all seemed so normal, she and her friends would all gang up on a pretty young man, spend a while teasing him, flirting with him, and then coax him some place secluded where they could all take turns fucking his brains out. The girls all had fun, and sometimes the boys even came back for more willingly, so it couldn't have been all bad. Maybe it was kind of mean sometimes, kind of naughty, but nothing too serious.

Everything had changed the day Trenton Baldi punched her in the face. Oh, getting punched wasn't so bad, she could take a punch. It was everything that had come after that was the problem. Valerie had been walking into the Northern Dining Hall with her friends, her normal friends from her psych classes, when she saw Trenton. She gave him a friendly smile and wave. No response from him, so she walked over to say hi and maybe ask him when he was coming over again. But when she got too close he had just decked her in the face, knocking her on her ass, and shouted, "Stay the fuck away from me!" before sprinting out of the dining hall.

And Valerie had been fine, really, but her friends were appalled, talking about calling the cops, calling Trenton some awful names. Valerie insisted she didn't want him punished, that he was a nice boy really, that she'd maybe had it coming a little. "Sweetheart, you didn't do shit to deserve that," Sarah had said.

"Well, maybe not me, but I think my housemates got kind of mean with him after I fell asleep the other night."

At that point Laina had asked, "What do you mean by that Valerie?" So Valerie just started talking... and talking... and after a while she noticed the faces of all her friends had turned against her, had switched over from sympathy to shock and anger. And at that point Valerie realized that actually, any normal person who knew all the stuff she'd done would think of her as some kind of monster.

She'd had to get out of the house where she was living with her futa friends, that was clear enough. Laina was the only one of her normal friends who still wanted anything to do with her, and as luck would have it Laina had a spare bed in her dorm room, her original roommate having moved in with a boyfriend a month into the school year. So Valerie had been crashing there since October, and since then things had been pretty lonely. Her futa friends, she was keeping her distance from them. But now everyone in the psych department seemed to be keeping their distance from her. More than once, she could swear she had noticed perfect strangers in the psych building pointing at her and whispering. It was getting to the point where she was considering changing majors.

The only person who was still talking to her was Laina, but Valerie would almost rather she didn't. All Laina seemed to want to talk about was Valerie's past, and she had lots of weird, invasive questions, always a little too eager to hear all the nasty details. Some kind of fetishist, Valerie was pretty sure, and not someone Valerie had any interest in. For the most part Valerie had been trying to avoid spending too much time in her new room if she could help it, preferring to study at the library.

The trouble was she didn't really know how to make new friends now. It was never something she really thought about too hard in the past, she would just say what came naturally to her, but realizing what a monster she'd been made her self conscious. Certainly she wasn't sure how to talk to a boy on her own now, her friends had tended to do most of the seduction work there, and she knew now they weren't an example to follow.

Today though, with Nicholas, she had a plan. Midterms were coming soon, and it was true enough that she had trouble keeping track of all these ancient Roman wars and lists of dates. And it made sense to ask Nicholas for help studying, since he was always by far the most engaged person in the classroom, far more than the disinterested bore of a graduate student who taught the class. He was always shooting his hand up to answer questions, always offering little anecdotes about the life of this or that emperor or general or whoever, often stuff that wasn't even in the textbook. He had a real passion for the material, and he lived in her building besides, so it made perfect non-horny sense to go to him for study help. But from there, she could get to know him better, find a way to figure out if he'd maybe be receptive to a dickgirl burying her cock in his ass...

(Of course, she thought, it would also be a perfect opportunity to just take him. She was quite certain she was strong enough to overpower him, if she got him into her room the only potential problem would be Laina, and even then Valerie suspected she would be kind of fine with it. Maybe Laina would want to watch...)

No, Valerie told herself, you can't let yourself think like that, least of all because the thought is making your dick hard right here in class. She was nice now, she was going to be nice to Nicholas.

The teacher droned toward a conclusion to the lecture, reminded the class of the midterm on Friday, assigned 4 questions on page 213 to be completed next class, and then, mercifully, dismissed them. Moment of truth. She tried to catch Nicholas' shoulder as they were both standing up, but he got away. As quickly as possible, she worked her way through the crowd of students to catch up with him, finally making contact in the hallway outside the classroom.

"Hey! Nicholas!" she blurted out, entirely too loud for someone who was like 3 feet away.

Nicholas stopped and turned around to face her; Valerie felt the color rising in her face the second his eyes met hers.

"Uhhh, hi?" said Nicholas.

"Hi!" Valerie shot back, big stupid grin on her face. She stood there leering for about a second and a half too long before she continued, "I was thinking, uh, like, you know, I don't really feel too good about this midterm for our class, and since you seem so knowledgeable, and since, you know, we both live in Waylon, maybe tonight we could study together a little?" Pause. She toyed nervously with a strand of her hair. "I think it could really help me, I don't know. What do you say?"

"Uhh, yeah, sure, sounds good."

"Great!" she said, in a voice she felt was way too eager. Trying to sound more casual, she went on, "So, yeah, you know, I'm done with classes after three, maybe you could, like, I dunno, come by around like three thirty, four? If that works for you..."

"Oh yeah, I only have one more class today, I'll be free."

"Great, great... okay bye!" And she scurried away down the hallway.

I'm so weird, she thought. He thinks I'm weird, because I am weird, and I just acted very weird at him. And he's probably not coming. Okay. That's fine. Whatever. It's cool. We'll see what happens.

She reached into her pocket for her phone, hoping she could drown out her embarrassment with some stupid memes or something. Unfortunately, first thing she noticed when she opened her phone was a new message from Rose Nail. And unfortunately, the content of the message was:

"Hey bitch, I miss your face! I'm coming over to see you today."

Panic filled Valerie's mind. If Rose were to meet Nicholas, she'd absolutely devour him, and that Valerie couldn't allow. Can't just tell Rose Nail she can't come over, that'd just make her mad, she'd definitely show up then. What to do, what to do...

She texted back to Rose, "Ok great, I'll be back around 7, see you then?"

A second later the reply came, "Ugh, so late. Maybe I'll show up before that, see if there's any cute boys in your building lol"

Valerie sighed. This is a recipe for disaster. Rose Nail was Valerie's oldest friend, the first other girl she'd ever met who was a futanari like her. She was also, Valerie had come to realize, the most demonically evil person she'd ever met, and quite possibly the most evil in human history. Valerie couldn't, wouldn't let her hurt Nicholas. She had to be at her room as soon as possible after her class got out at 3:00, to make sure he didn't run into Rose.

This plan actually didn't work at all. When late afternoon rolled around, Nicholas was in no particular hurry to get to Valerie's room. He stopped at the Western Dining Hall for a salad and a soda, and by the time he was walking back to Waylon it was already 3:45. He thought about Valerie as he walked and sipped his soda. He wasn't sure what to make of her. He had noticed her, of course, she was difficult not to notice. She was tall, Nicholas put her at six feet or taller, easy. Very long, wavy brown hair, always a bit unkempt, that she was almost always fidgeting with, compulsively running her fingers through it or twisting at a strand of it with a curious intensity while she sat in class. Big round glasses, magnifying very intense eyes. All around she had a strikingly peculiar energy to her.

And, Nicholas had found, she was pretty much always staring at him. He wasn't sure what to make of that. He'd thought before, have I offended her somehow? Wronged her in some way? He felt on better footing having spoken with her earlier. By all appearances she was just a big goofy awkward sweetheart. But was there more there? Some danger? She certainly didn't seem mad at him, but was she obsessed with him somehow? Was she a stalker? Maybe a serial killer?

Come on, he thought, you know how unlikely that is. In his head it was always either nothing or a serial killer, and then in reality it's always just nothing. Nothing ever actually happened to him, he just had a morbid imagination. Maybe that's why he got so into Roman history, it was so full of moments where the world goes completely insane. Cities burned, or drowned in lava, guards turned assassins, close confidantes turned arch conspirators, the halls of power unexpectedly turned sharp and bloody. His classmates, he knew, found the subject boring. But how? He sucked on the last of his soda. Maybe today he would be able to spark some sort of interest in Roman history in Valerie, that'd be good.

He was tossing his empty soda cup into a garbage can when he noticed her. She was standing in the central quad looking kind of aimless. Blonde hair, shoulder length, parted down the middle, tucked behind the ears, curling outward a little at the ends; big reflective sunglasses, obscuring her eyes entirely; dark red lips, wrapped around a cigarette; hot pink t-shirt, seemed way too tight around the breasts; exposed midriff, a glint of metal from her navel catching the sunlight; tiny black leather skirt, thick strong thighs, long slender calves, a pair of beat up looking sneakers that Nicholas supposed might have been white at some point. Stunningly pretty features, he thought. If he had ever seen a more gorgeous woman in person, he couldn't recall right now.

And like a second after he noticed her, he saw her head swivel around to look right at him. His heart stopped for a second.

Her red lips broke into a wide grin. "Heyyyyyy cutie!"

Nicholas stood frozen.

"Yeah, I was talking to you," she said, and she lowered her sunglasses to inspect him more clearly. Whoa, she had a long straight scar running down her left eye. It took him a moment to even notice her dazzling green eyes. Nicholas remained transfixed, awkwardly standing there, not responding to her. "I'm a little lost, was hoping you could help me out. Do you know how to get to Waylon Hall?"

At this Nicholas sprung back to life. "Oh! Uh, that's my dorm actually! Yeah, I can help you get there!"

"Wow, really? This must be fate at work, huh?" she said, still grinning. "Come a little closer, boy." And Nicholas, still thrown off balance by her, found himself stepping closer and closer to her, until he was so close enough for her to wrap her arm around his shoulder. He had clocked that she was tall from the distance, but whoa, up close he realized she had a solid half a foot on him. With her arm around him, he felt so gloriously... taken in by her.

"Hey killer," she said, grinning this wide toothy grin at him, "just start walking toward your dorm and I'll hang on to you, okay?"

Nicholas wasn't remotely a killer. But if all he had to do to not lose the title of "killer" in the eyes of this pretty tall girl was walk to his dorm, goddammit, he could do that! So he started walking to Waylon, and she did indeed hang onto him. She also kept taking puffs on that cigarette, and the wind kept blowing smoke toward his nostrils and mouth.

"Hey," he said as they were walking past Caplan, "just so you know smoking is forbidden on campus."

"Oh, damn, thanks," she said, unconcerned. She put the cigarette back to her lips to take an especially deep suck on it. More of the exhalation hit Nicholas right in the nose than he would've preferred.

"Are you gonna get rid of that?" he asked.

"Wasn't planning on it," she said. "I could put it out in your eye if you're that concerned about it."

Damn. Okay. "Haha, it's good," fell out of his mouth somehow.

"My name's Rose, by the way," she said. "What's yours?"

"I'm Nicholas," he said.

"Nicholas. Okay. Any nicknames you prefer?"

"Not really."

"Okay. I'm gonna call you Nicky, then," she said, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

His heart did a somersault at that.

"I'm here to visit with my friend, an extremely weird bitch named Valerie Blake," she said, "you know her at all?"

"Oh wow, what a coincidence, I'm actually going over to her room right now! We were going to study for a midterm."

"Mmm. 'Study,'" Rose said, knowingly. "That's a good one. You know what she's actually after, though, don't you?"

"N-no?"

"Organs," Rose said gravely.

Nicholas' eyes narrowed. "Organs?"

"Oh yes," Rose went on, "she's planning to harvest your organs for her perverse medical experiments. Plus probably sell your glands to the Russian mafia so they can extract adrenochrome from them, which I'm sorry to say means she'll torture you to death to increase your body's chemical production." She took a drag on her cigarette. "It's fate that I got to you first, it really is. Saved your life."

Nicholas's mouth broke into a disbelieving grin. "You've got a pretty dark sense of humor."

"Oh it's all horribly true," she said, though at this point she couldn't keep the grin from her face either. "She's been luring unsuspecting men in to steal their organs for as long as I can remember. Started with her cat when she was 8, after that for years I'd find lacerated squirrel carcasses all over the neighborhood. Eventually boys from school started disappearing."

"What a monster," said Nicholas, dryly.

"Complete sicko," Rose said, shaking her head tragically. "So Nicky, you're a student here? Got a major?"

"Oh, uh, yeah! History!"

"Huh. And what's that gonna do for you?"

"I guess I was hoping I could be like a historian," Nicholas said, hearing the uncertainty in his voice. "I know it's gonna be hard, lots of competition, not a lot of jobs. And lots of debt to be paid off..."

"Well if your career doesn't take off you could always hit High Street in fishnets and sell your ass to drunken fratboys," said Rose, still grinning.

Nicholas nodded. "This is not a career path I've really considered."

"Well consider it. It's good money, and who knows, you might like the work. Hey, maybe if you get really good you could land yourself a historian job by sucking the right administrator's dick!"

"Something to think about."

"Oh, I bet you'll think about it," she shot back, in a voice Nicholas thought sounded... hungry?

At this point they were right outside Waylon Hall. As they walked into the building, she propped her sunglasses up on her forehead. Dang, he'd forgotten about the scar on her eye. He liked it though, it added some kind of character to her face. Through the common area and then up the stairs, Nicholas felt a certain sense of pride at being seen by the various familiar faces of his building with this strange chatty hot girl hanging onto him. Made him walk a little taller. Nicholas almost kept climbing the stairs to go to his room on the third floor, before Rose said, "Hey, I thought Valerie was on the second floor."

Nicholas blinked. "Oh yeah." Valerie. How strange that he'd forgotten, but then again how strange that he was willingly doing anything besides getting in more alone time with Rose. They walked down the hallway until they got to room 232. Rose banged impatiently on the door.

When Valerie opened the door she just went white at the sight of them. Rose Nail, here, with her arm already wrapped around Nicholas... maybe she'd already lost.

She supposed she must've been standing there silently too long, because Rose waved a hand in front of her face. "Hellooooo, anyone there? Were you gonna invite us in or just stand there all day?"

Valerie stayed motionless. After a few seconds Rose just shoved her way past Valerie into her room, dragging Nicholas along.

"What happened to not being free til seven, huh?" Rose asked. "Oh, by the way, it was sooooo nice of you to bring entertainment." She gave Nicholas' shoulder an affectionate rub.

"Entertainment?" Nicholas said nervously.

"Oh yeah, you're the entertainment tonight, Nicky. What do you do, sing, play kazoo? Juggle?"

"Uhhhh, I can belch the names of all the Roman Emperors."

"Wow," said Rose, mock look of wide-eyed admiration on her face, "that's really cool. Do you do that for all the girls? Cause you should!"

Nicholas narrowed his eyes. "You're teasing me."

"Who, me? Never." said Rose, big grin on her face.

Watching this all play out Valerie had a ball of anxious jealousy growing inside her, and at that point it exploded out of her a little. "Hey Nicholas!" she said, maybe a bit too angrily, "Could you give Rose and me a second to talk, alone?"

Nicholas nodded, somewhat spacey seeming. "Oh yeah. I should run up and get my notes from class anyway." He moved toward the door. As he walked out he looked back to see Rose give him a wave and a smile. His heart felt all fluttery at that.

A second after the door closed, Rose wheeled around to shoot Valerie a conspiratorial look. "Gawd, he's pretty isn't he?" She went over to Valerie's bed and flopped down on it. "And here I thought you were trying to be good."