Miki Sayaka had a plan.

It had been a few weeks since her friend had "stolen" Kyousuke from her... at least that's what half the school seemed to talk about whenever she was around. She tried just rolling her eyes at first, but it had gotten to be a little much. Distracting, even.

Sayaka had considered what had happened long and hard. Her scrutinizing every single detail in her years of knowing the amazingly talented musician had led her to one conclusion.

He was self-absorbed asshole.

And piggybacking on that conclusion was an intention. I will make him suffer.

It was bad enough she'd wasted years of her life pining after the guy. The fact that, despite all the things he had to be thankful for, Kyousuke continued his bitching and moaning, the pathetic self-pitying tirades in the hospital, when he should have been feeling lucky to be alive... other people died in accidents! Mami-san would never think twice about trading her parents' deaths for injury...

But of course, that's Kyousuke. She'd looked it up online. Egocentric. Narcissistic... not about his looks, but his art. His talent.

Stupid show-off. Well, whatever she thought about the boy now, the wish had been granted, and the cards had not played out in the blunette's favor. Except, of course, for the bad ass magical powers, a much-needed sense of purpose in fighting Witches, and the ability for her body to repair itself.

She remembered the awkward shame as she stood, paralyzed outside of the boy's room... where she had faithfully come to visit him, several days a week, for months. And... he hadn't even bothered to tell her he was being released early?

Walking to school with her friends, only to have her insides flash-frozen at the sound of that oh-so-familiar voice from across the street. She looked up, hopeful and afraid, but he hadn't been talking to her... hadn't even noticed her, walking along with his friends and his crutches.

She'd hoped he'd approach her at school. Just this once, it would be nice, validating, for him to initiate contact. But he hadn't.

It was like she didn't exist.

Too bad for you, Kyousuke, I'm gonna make sure you know I exist all right. I'm going to be all you can think about.

In the shadows of her room, the lights off, Miki Sayaka chuckled evilly late into the night.


It had worked out so perfectly. Madoka had invited everyone over for a sleepover; the ever-erudite and prim senior Tomoe Mami was bringing her friend, a dour and often obnoxious red-head, whom Sayaka assumed was also a senior... but not based on her grammar. Also coming was the delightfully amusing Homura, all nervous stutters and blushes around the pinkette. And Shizuki Hitomi.

Hitomi.

Tonight would be the perfect opportunity. Sayaka found herself smiling throughout the day, giving herself a bad start when she'd glance in the mirror. It was that chilling.

The Friday passed uneventfully, math so boring that she fell asleep again. When am I going to use this stuff, she asked herself, as she counted the list of people on her fingers. Four, five... I make six. We'll have to do something where we partner up... I know Akemi will be holding Madoka's damn hand all night, and Mami seems attached at the hip to her leggy red-head. Yikes, those canines. Wow! I wonder if Mami is into freaky stuff like getting bitten...

Sayaka's mind drifted throughout the afternoon, hazy plans waxing and waning within her thoughts. She'd always been a little... curious about the other side of love. The gentler, feminine side. That's probably why her first crush had been such a girly-boy.

Kyousuke was not, in anyone's definition, manly. His arms were skinnier than hers, for fuck's sake! She could out-wrestle, out-run, out-jump... out-anything him. Physically, at least. He wasn't particularly talented in class, but his musical ability was so fucking amazing that it eclipsed all other considerations. At least for himself, and for a time, her as well.

Time for your lesson. Prepare for the worst humiliation of your life.

After an arousing game of twister, what followed was a girl-fight of epic proportions involving Homura and Kyouko, the red-headed friend of Mami's who seemed to eat constantly and curse between chews. Homura had taken offense to something the older girl had said to the pinkette, and after confronting the older, pony-tailed girl, was now trapped in a headlock on the floor, her face digging painfully into the carpet. Madoka stood by, hands flapping, unnoticed, while Mami appeared to be watching with interest and a slight smirk.

Hitomi, looking nervous, had gotten up to use "the facilities." Sheesh. Sayaka snuck over to the door and slipped out just as Homura brought a leg up, hard, between her grappler's legs. Kyoko's face went red, and the blunette chuckled in appreciation. It wasn't as effective as it was against boys... but it wasn't a pleasant sensation.

She closed the door behind her just as Homura grabbed a handful of long, red ponytail and yanked!

A soft rapping startled HItomi. "Um... its occupied?" she said uncertainly. Was it one of Madoka's parents? Was she not suppose to be down here?

"Psst. Hitomi, open up." The green haired girl frowned; something about the suggestive way Sayaka-chan whispered gave her pause. She'd been nervous to see her blue-haired friend again... they hardly spoke anymore at school, and the blunette had d been taking a different way home after school, occasionally accompanied by Madoka-chan or Mami-san. She'd had her suspicions about the girls... after school activities for some time, and in truth, was hurt by not at least being asked to participate.

Tonight had been so enjoyable! Sayaka-chan had been respectful and polite to her, including her in conversations with the other girls, who always seemed to be laughing about some inside joke or self-referential hint of something they'd experienced together. The blunette had chosen her for a teammate in every game they had played... she blushed a little thinking of the way Sayaka-chan's hand had accidentally brushed across... a sensitive area, startling her and resulting in her fall... which had lost them the game. The blue haired girl, normally super competitive, had just laughed it off with a twinkle in her eye, much to Hitomi's relief.

Hitomi could sense these girls shared a close bond. They had a connection, common interests. It seems like, after getting to spend the past two weeks with Kyousuke, she'd learned everything interesting about him already. Which wasn't much. His dedication to his instrument was commendable... but there just wasn't much too him beyond that.

Her mind ran backwards, imagining the way she'd felt about the blunette during the first few weeks of school... confusing, awkward thoughts. It had been one of the most humiliating experiences in her life when Sayaka had caught her gazing, actually staring, at her chest in the shower. Hitomi handn't been able to control her eyes, gazing at the impressively budding womanhood of her friend, nor the flush that had crept into her cheeks when Sayaka had caught her eye... questioningly at first, then with a dawning realization.

She hadn't been able to look into those blue eyes for a week. Sayaka-chan had never mentioned the event, but every so often Hitomi caught those keen eyes gazing at her, half-lidded and thoughtful.

Hitomi unlocked the bathroom door, opening it up to see her friend's playful, mischievous eyes glimmering in the light above the mirror. She stared into those aquamarine windows into her friend's soul.

Hitomi admired the blunette's courage, daring and passionate opinions... even though she didn't always agree with them. That is why Kyousuke would have been awful for Sayaka-chan. She'd have been bored to death, or bullied him mercilessly. Also, his obliviousness was frequently annoying, occasionally insulting, and seemingly always turned up to maximum. It had taken all of her manners not to up and slap him, sometimes.

She'd begun to consider approaching Sayaka-chan, letting her know the she wanted to make amends, that despite her best intentions, she'd hurt the blunette, and was afraid of hurting her more by casually breaking up with the boy after a mere couple of weeks.

Now, perhaps, they could begin to repair their relationship.

Then Sayaka-chan started to talk, and Hitomi felt like the world had fallen away under her feet.


Somewhere upstairs, a light clicked on. Smoothing her wild purple hair, Kaname Junko sat up, pulling off the comforter, sighing as the cool night breeze that drifted in through the window cooled her warm, bare flesh. Something had awoken her...

There, a noise. She looked at the clock: with a good-natured, though tired, roll of her eyes, she stood up. The cool air felt so good, evaporating the night-sweat. She heard something again, a thump. Junko had an early meeting to get to... an early flight to an early meeting, in fact. She adored her daughter, and loved whenever her friends came over... but after two in the morning it was time to settle down.

Hastily donning an expensive-looking silk robe, in her haste grabbing the short one that barely covered her shapely buttocks, one of her presents to Tomohisa. Something to keep the magic in their... unconventional relationship.

She hurried out into the hallway, yawning.


Hitomi dropped her panties, the last barrier to Sayaka's hungry gaze. She watched the girl breathing shallowly, movements jerky, those soft, beautiful lips parted slightly. The blunette had convinced her... although in truth she'd needed very little convincing. Something about being here, downstairs in the Kaname's bathroom, with a half-naked blunette breathing on her neck had broken down whatever barrier of prim propriety her parents had tried to instill within her from the age of two.

Carefully placing her phone on the counter, she tore her eyes away from Hitomi's lithe, waiting body only long enough to make sure she pressed the right button.

"Are you sure this is the best place?" Hitomi said, intimated by the immense, ultra-modern bathroom. She laid three towels down, carefully overlapping their edges and smoothing the corners.

"Relax, the bathroom they use is upstairs. This is only the 'get ready in the morning' room for Junko-san."

Then she stripped off her shirt while Hitomi helped relieve her of her panties and skirt, her elegant fingers brushing along Sayaka's inner thigh and seeming to leave a trail of fire in their wake. The girl expressed a fondness for the stockings, so they stayed on.

Sayaka had done all sorts of... research about what to do on the internet. Hitomi was in for a series of surprises tonight.


"MMmmmm. Mm-uh... Ow ow-no, not there!"

"But its suppos-"

"Lets just stick to one thing at a time." Hitomi's pretty face was crimson, desperately trying to sound analytical about what they were doing. Forbidden, something inside her kept saying. Fuck you, dad! she mentally shouted back. Sayaka's... busy hands had surprised her. The eagerness, the focus the blunette showed her as they groped in the dim lighting of the Kaname's monstrous downstairs bathroom.

They'd been careful to be quiet, but quiet wasn't what Sayaka wanted. She wanted to coax some noise out of the beautiful uptight perfectionist.

Running her soft hands over her classmate's long, smooth legs, the blunette pondered her next move. She lay down on her back, knees apart and in the air. "Ok, crawl on top of me. No, other way. The other way, Hitomi. Yes, like that. Okay, now crouch down a little... right there. Now hold still."

Hitomi's pulse had quickened as she'd obeyed Sayaka's instructions, wondering. As she felt her tender parts being spread, feeling the blunette's chin and nose rest against her pelvis, above and below, while the slick, muscular tongue went where no boy, at least not Kyousuke, had never gone before. Groaning, not thinking about anything other than the feeling coming from beneath her, Hitomi rocked backward, into the invading tongue, forcing it-

Crack! "Ow, goddamnit!" Sayaka rubbed the back of her head, Hitomi's rocking hips having smacked her skull into the hard tiled floor.

"Oh no, Sayaka-chan I'm so sorry-" The green-haired junior turned around, looking into her friend's eyes with concern.

Sayaka blinked, then pulled Hitomi down on top of her, rolling to reverse positions. She thrust her tongue into the green-haired girl's mouth, Hitomi surprised and unresponsive of an instant before she realized she was tasting herself on Sayaka's tongue, and her insides flooded with liquid desire, instinct taking over. She kissed back passionately, then tried to reverse their positions. The blunette smirked, holding her in an iron grasp, her forerarms clasped behind the small of her back, pressing their bodies together...

Glancing down, Hitomi's desire ratcheted up as she saw her chest squashed against Sayaka's more developed parts. Held tightly, with Sayaka forcing her tongue deep into her mouth, Hitomi gave a muffled groan and started rocking herself forward and back. Sayaka pulled back, a look of surprise turning into something more... primal as their chests began to rub against one another, the stimulation hardening them further. She could feel Sayaka's larger bits poke at her smaller pieces, the feeling sending vibrations of pleasure through her body.

Sayaka let go, and had her assume the position again. This time, Hitomi put her head down first, balancing on one hand while spreading the blunette apart with two fingers of the other. Is that where that gesture comes from? she wondered, curious at her discovery. But her attention was entirely focused, seconds later, as she approached the glistening hollow, unsure of exactly what came next. She began by sticking her tongue in as far as it could go.

"Hito-oooooh. Oooooh, ho shit. Yeah."

The blunette's body tensed under Hitomi... there was a certain thrill, a power, in being on top, she realized. Safely inside, her mouth pressed firmly against her classmate's flesh, she allowed her hands to roam, grasping below the other girl's rear, her long fingers grasping the globes of Sayaka's buttocks, squeezing, spreading.

Coming up for air, she looked down... upside down, in fact. Hitomi was amused to see her friend's head laying back, eyes closed and biting her lip. That won't do, she thought greedily to herself. Carefully, she lowered herself down to Sayaka's face. The blunette looked up, her hands working their way through Hitomi's legs and grabbing her waist, guiding her squirming behind...

Hitomi felt like she was sitting on Sayaka's face, and hearing the wet, slurping noise that accompanied every delightful tingle the girl's furious tongue and questing lips created made her lose control.

"Sayaka... oh Saya-Ssss-ayaaakaUUUHHH!" Hitomi wailed.

Her knees turned to jelly as a massive shudder seemed to wrack every fiber in her body. She felt Sayaka's tongue pushing, felt the juice flood out of her as she clenched, clenched, and clenched again. Then it was over. She lay, boneless, as Sayaka pushed against her thighs, gently at first, but finally rolling her off with a powerful shove. Hitomi spun over limply, arms akimbo.

Sayaka got up on one arm, wiping some of the glistening sheen smeared across her lips and chin. "W-wow... that was... impressive, Hitomi."

"What... do you... mean?" Hitomi asked, a slight embarrassment failing to permeate the bubble of mind-numbing relaxation that had seemed to engulf her. Her words came out in time to the rise and fall of her chest as she tried to catch her breath. She had been strongly discouraged in any adolescent "investigation" into the vulgar acts her parents hoped she'd never be confronted with, and it was taking her a while to adjust to all this new... experiential information.

"I... dunno, I guess. It just felt... really... I dunno?" Sayaka had hoped she could get Hitomi to call out her name, never expecting such a... drenching physical display of her gratification. She lay on the towel, staring up at the ceiling mosaic, basking in a little burst of pride. And a softer, gentler feeling she tried to dismiss... her eyes roamed over to the green-haired girl, gazing at the back of her head, watching her side slowly rise and fall with her shallow but slowing breaths. The curve of her shoulder... she ran a hand along HItomi's neck experimentally, caressing her frend's swells and valleys, before hooking her hand around that delectable, bubblicious butt. Hitomi made a noise somewhere between a startled grunt and a plaintive moan. Something made her pull her hand back. She gave her friend's posterior a gentle spank, eliciting a yelp, enjoying the sound of the slap, the soft, yielding, bouncing feel of her her hand impacting on that soft rear end... She pulled her arm back, swinging down again, harder...


Junko crept away from the doorway, feeling thirteen again as her pulse beat rapidly, causing her head... and other parts, to throb. She grinned wickedly, the sound of the gasping, moaning and best of all slapping having washed away her fatigue. She was feeling so... naughty!

She tiptoed across the room, careful not to disturb her slumbering husband-he was a nice man, but definitely wouldn't understand what was going on...

Picking up her laptop, Junko slunk into the bathroom, shutting the door carefully. Powering up, she logged into the inconspicuous set of high-definition security cameras she'd had installed in strategic places throughout the house.

She checked in on her daughter's room... the lights were on, they were playing some kind of game, sitting in a circle. She panned over and down, admiring the revealing nighty that the drill-tailed blonde wore, noticing the darting eyes of the red head with that long, luxurious ponytail, her oversided nightshirt skewed off one shoulder, hanging tantalizingly.

She clicked an icon, and the camera changed. Ah, she thought, her body seeming to heat up. That's more like it.

As her eyes stared at the screen, one hand on the mouse pad, zooming in and panning around, the other slowly, inexorably creeping down into her lap, underneath the computer, in between-


Monday. Lunch time.

Sayaka approached the slim boy, heart in her throat. The time has come...

The conversation died down, Kyousuke-kun's friends turning their heads to stare at the approaching blunette. The shared some significant glances-judging from Sayaka's expression, this was going to be good!

They'd been so proud of their leader, fawning over his talent and now fawning over his conquests! What a lady's man, they thought, astounded that the guy could walk out of the hospital, blow off the blue bimbo who'd followed him around like a lost puppy for years, and then hook up with Shizuki HItomi, the classiest, most desired girl in the school!

Damn, he was good. Being a gentleman, he'd neither deny or confirm anything, but... his friends hooted whenever he'd try to look vague and innocent when they'd ask their pointed questions, always wearing a knowing little smirk.

"K-kyousuke-kun," Sayaka began, her shoulders feeling tenser that they should. The faded, almost greying brown hair turned as the boy turned his head.

"Oh!" A look of surprise came over his face. "Ah, Sayaka-chan, it is good to see you." He spoke politely, without emotion, feeling a little uncomfortable around the blunette since he'd gotten out. He felt a little guilty about some of the stuff he'd encouraged the others to believe about his relationship with the girl.

"I... could I... borrow you for a second?" Sayaka asked, wincing as the boys' eyes lit up, watching them exchange gleeful looks. Idiots, probably think I'm going to ask him to sex me up in the bathroom.

Hmm... the bathroom. Something about school and s-

"Ah, certainly," the boy said, getting up. Sayaka looked him right in the eyes... or would have if they had respectfully met hers as courtesy demanded. He was barely a centimeter taller than her. She felt her heart hammering, an onrushing surge of something so dark, so delicious, she didn't dare contemplate her actions. No regrets.

Walking Kyousuke-kun down to the hallway, still followed by the eyes of his vapid friends, Sayaka pulled out her phone, plugging in a pair of earbuds.

"Ah, Sayaka-chan. Like... like old times, huh?"

You mean, like three weeks ago, asshole? Blue eyes narrowed a fraction, before she was able to paste a cheery smile across her face. "Yes, Kyousuke-kun. I want to share something with you. All those times, I'd come sit by your bedside, trying to cheer you up... all the cds I brought you... the afternoon on the roof...

"Uh..." Kyousuke said, uncomfortable and not liking the direction this conversation was headed. He glanced back at his friends, unseen around the corner. "Sayaka-chan, I'm with Hitomi now, and-"

Slim fingers, one of which seemed to have a strange decal on the fingernail, held up an earbud. "Just... listen to this for me." Sayaka grinned, trying to contain the flush that was spreading across her cheeks. "Last time, I promise." Some about the look in her eyes... scared him.

"I... okay..." Kyousuke stuck the speaker in his ear, and Sayaka pushed a button on her phone, followed by another, pointing the lens of her camera as best she could.

She watched his eyes grow wide, his breathing get rapid. He made as if to yank the cord out of his ear, but stood staring in the distance, his gaze unfocused, wearing a look of abject horror. She watched the eyes tear up, and Kyousuke finally running, breaking away from the horrible, horrible sounds, sobbing like a little girl, his heart shattered at the thought of-

Sayaka lurched after him as he pulled the cord, almost yanking the phone from her hands. She took a step forward, shouting after the fleeing figure "That's right, girly-boy! Run away like the little bitch you are!"

After her shout, which had attracted the attention of everyone in the cafeteria, including the cooks and monitors, who were all looking at her aghast, she heard a terrible, terrible thing.

"Ooooh, oh Sayaka. Yes! YES! Do it, stick it in-"

"MmmMMmMMmm"

"Yes, yes... oh god I can't-"

Sayaka stared down at the source of the noises in her hand, fingers panicking in a desperate need to shut it off immediately, before-

"-believe we're doing this in Madoka's bathroom!" a sultry voice shouted from between her hands. Oh shit, she thought, as the phone slid out of her hands, dropping...

I hope you break! The blunette thought furiously.

"Hitomi... HitoooooooooomeEEEEEEEE!" Sayaka blushed violently. The entire cafeteria was completely silent. She lunged for the fallen phone, grasping it just as she heard herself say "That's what I like. That's what I like. Yeah, right... uhhgggGGG-"

Sayaka pocketed her phone, held by the abject stares of a hundred classmates and an half-dozen adults. Someone coughed.

She straightened her back, pulling blue hair back from her face, and did her best to strut her way out of the cafeteria. As she exited, the whole place seemed to burst into noise.

Well fuck that, I'm out of here, Sayaka thought. She'd skip the rest of the day... maybe the next couple of days. Wait until things died down. Slinking through the hallway, she made it to the door and escaped into the inviting fresh air, plugging in her headphones and pressing play as she walked home.


Afterward/Epilogue

Shizuki Hatomi was startled to learn that the whole school seemed to know about her little affair with Sayaka. She found it served to grant her even more power and prestige among her peers, and as long as her father didn't hear about it, she was doing better than ever. Especially when Sayaka began accompanying her to the bathroom during fifth period...

Miki Sayaka became something of a self-made legend, and played a prominent role in the formation of the "blue yuri ghost that waits in the middle stall of the girls' bathroom to eat you" urban legend that students faithfully passed down, one class to the next.

Sakura Kyouko ended up moving in with Tomoe Mami, and for a time the two of them dropped off the face of the earth.

Kaname Junko suffered several missing hours of sleep and the loss of a laptop computer that Mr. Kaname had found the following morning, shattered on the bathroom floor. She considered it small price to pay, even when she missed her flight the following morning.

Kyousuke Komiju suffered greatly from the events of that afternoon. Soon, the entire class regarded him as a walking joke, and even as the ate up the gossip about Hitomi and Sayaka, they couldn't help but look at him as the reason those elegible, beautiful ladies were no longer available to the romance-starved boys of the school. Compounding his misery, someone had apparently taken a close-up video of him as he had listened... his face, the tears, the panic... and anonymously posted it on the web. It had been put to music and became popular as far away as Britain and Turkey.

His parents eventually withdrew him from public school, and he was never heard from again. That is because, in a burst of youthful pique of angst, he threw himself off the fifth floor of the Fine Arts Academy. He survived, but the spinal damage had been too severe, and he was confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his short, miserable life. Short, because he gave up home, and had to be force fed... miserable, because he was unable to perform even the most basic, private functions without the aid of a nurse, or worse... his mother.

No one his age attended his funeral.


Take that, jerk.

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