by Amy Mah
Oh, great! thought Alyce. Life just got better! I’m a 4-year-old mouse-eating Demon, and now I discover I have just entered a girls-only Demonic Hogwarts!
“Nor am I; believe me, I don’t have a magical bone in my body unless I have eaten it. Let’s hope they have a learn-a-musical-instrument course on one of those tables, or maybe a swimming course; perhaps they have a nice large pool of water somewhere.”
Again Alyce watched Pink double up in laughter and wondered what she could be saying that was so funny. The magic book had said she could just talk normal English and it would come out of her mouth in whatever Demonic language was being talked around her, but she suspected it worked on the same lines as an online text translator, which could be the reason Pink gave her such strange looks at times and laughed at the simplest comments she made.
At what on a more familiar planet would have been called the end of a day, they had not only added their names to as many point-giving courses that sounded like they would survive but had also even collected and tried out their sports equipment, which to Alyce looked like a body stocking with large padded knees and elbows. It also came with what looked like a football helmet with horn holes and had a large gap situated at the rear for freedom of tail movement that to Alyce made the whole thing look more like it could double as something from an abstract artist’s porn magazine.
If all the working out of course details was not tiring, after trying on the sports equipment they were taken to try it out, where Alyce discovered Poisen was a teacher (or the Demon equivalent), and to test out the equipment. What felt like hours were spent being paired up, trying to hit her opponent with a long pole, and slashing at each other with their tails. This time Alyce used her head to fight in a different way, mostly by using it as a shield to protect her pole, which received less hits on it than her head had. The pain had ended with her being disqualified for throwing her own pole down, grabbing her opponent’s pole when it hit her head, and chasing her opponent around the room with it.
If the Demonic first day of school had any similarity to a human’s first day, Alyce suspected it would out of sheer cussiness share the worst aspects. Gym was a fine example as the embarrassment of the after-games girls’ shower room in the human world had its own equivalent. Here, Demons turned it into the same type of dreaded experience. Alyce found she had to strip off and take a sandbath together standing naked in a dip in the floor where a wind sprang up from nowhere and pelted their bodies with coarse sand.
Back in her human school days she had never understood why the idea of stripping and being naked together was all right just because you had the same body parts. Growing up with five brothers meant she was so much of a tomboy that she would have found it less hassle and far less embarrassing to use the guys’ changing room to shower. She was sure none of the guys would have complained, but no; she had to suffer the cattiness of girls pointing out she was odd and wore the wrong labels. Designer labels on underwear that no one should see anyway were a real fashion problem. Alyce thought that if a guy were lucky enough to reach a girl’s undies, then he would soon discover wanting to read a manufacturer’s label at that point in a relationship would be a sure way of getting dumped. If she had owned teeth then like she did now, he may have also faced getting something irreplaceable bitten off.
The same teeth came in handy when Alyce followed Pink into what looked like and turned out to be the refectory. She took a tray and picked the same food as Pink, which just made Pink comment that they were going to be perfect roomies as they shared the same tastes in food.
All Alyce had to do was try not to choke or ask what the food was; eating was still a problem and only worked if she tried not to think about it. Etiquette when eating now consisted of making sure the bit you pulled off with your teeth could be swallowed in one go and not spat out for being too large to go down in one try.
Pink also purloined a selection of colored eggs of different sizes for them to take back to their room to eat later, and Alyce gave her a dirty look when Pink told her to hide them somewhere that no one would see.
Alyce could not work out which parts of her body hurt the worst, and she was yawning all the way up from the food hall, which must have made her appear like she should have had shark music playing as an accompaniment to a picture of a bikini-clad girl just about to get eaten if her teeth were anything like Pink’s. Upon entering their room, she went over to the balcony. The sun was still as bright as ever. Stopping short at the room’s edge, as she still did not like the idea of a balcony that had no walls or railings between her and her quickly developing fear of heights. She stripped off her uniform. Could she be seen? After the group-bonding sandbath she no longer cared; heck, at this moment they could have sold tickets to see her.
Even after the sand torture cleaning, she did not feel clean: just gritty. She called Dyson over and lay down to let him play. His cool and attentive movements made her feel a little more awake. She gave him a treat and opened her mouth to let him do a dance on her fangs.
Pink was naked as usual and squatting open legged with her tail tip in her hands and was rubbing the tip of the tail with a little brush and making faces.
“Apart from showing the world you are female and attracting dustcrabs sitting like that, just what are you doing?”
“Trying to free the cutting point; the tipskin is too tight. It should come out with a flick, but I can only free it with my fingers, and that looked real silly when I had to do it in fight practice.”
“As you have got into that strange shape and have your tail in your hands, Pink, I have some Tailbright in my luggage. Would that help?”
“Wow, yes! Now, why didn’t you say before? I forgot you had that. Yes, that will soften the skin. Go get it, and in return I will do your tail tip for you, just like real sisters. It’s easier when someone else does it, and the Tailbright should ease the stinging.”
Alyce watched Pink do practice flicks with her tail, and she was looking very pleased with herself. She pushed Alyce down on the bed, and Alyce groaned at the weight when Pink sat astride her using her butt as a cushion and grabbed her tail. For someone no bigger than she was, Pink was so strong.
“Now, who can see up whose tail? Hehehehe, and you will be pleased to know I can confirm you are also dustcrab free, hehehehe. Now hold still, and stop flicking the point, or you will have me in the eye. Arrrr, you have not pulled your skin before, so, well, this may………..”
“OUCH!¬##~!!” Alyce gave her another dirty look over her shoulder; she then dropped her head back down, resigned to suffer for the good of proper tail management.
“………..Hurt a little, but no pain no gain, and the hurting will soon stop.”
“Okay, yes, that did hurt, and my head hurts, too. I bet this stupid world does not have something like simple drugs for pain control, and please stop sitting on me.”
Pink did not move. She just turned around and placed her knees to either side of Alyce’s body, at which point Alyce discovered Pink was not just stronger but also heavier than she looked.
“Drugs? No need for potions when you have a roomie like me. Now, lay still; this you will like!”
Alyce felt sharp fingers with pink painted nails dig deep into her back and was about to complain when the pain changed to a tickle, and she could hear static electricity. The tickle changed to a most enjoyable tingling sensation covering the area around her shoulder blades.
“No wonder you are so grouchy; your wing muscles are locked solid. Relax; you now have a new sister to care for you.”
Alice felt so relaxed that she felt she should correct her.
“No wings, that is why: definitely no wings. I will have enough problems back home trying to get accessories to match a tail and horns, but wings would make wearing tops and bras a mega problem. But I will try and grow some if it means you would do this to me every night. Don’t stop! No, please don’t stop!”
Pink giggled.
“You say the silliest things
at times. If you like that, then I am sure you must have done this with your sisters lots of times in the past. Some say it is rude, but I bet there is not a single girl in the Academy that has not done it.”
She now started to stroke Alyce’s tail. Placing the tip in her mouth, she started licking and sucking off the drying blood, and all Alyce could think was that now she knew why the tail had hurt so much. It was super sensitive in places, and Pink had found those places. She knew she should tell her to stop, as she suspected it was not such an innocent thing between sisters as Pink had said, but she worried that if she did, Pink might just do as she asked. No spa or any pampering massage with nice smelling oils back on Earth had ever felt so relaxing.
“This is so nice ……….”
She did not hear if Pink answered or not as the relaxation had reached a point where she had fallen fast asleep.
Smoking Hot: (8)
Some time later the door to their room opened as Poisen and another black-skinned female, Dream, who had been watching them fight earlier, walked in.
Both smiled when they saw Alyce face down and fast asleep with Pink also asleep on top of her using the hair piled into the nape of her neck as a pillow, and they were anchored together by two tails that twisted around each other as if holding hands. They were locked so tightly that there was no chance of Pink slipping off her, not that the tails alone held them in place, as Pink’s arms were firmly locked on as well.
Poisen almost had a smug look as she softly carried on with a conversation they had been over several times on the way here.
“See, not sisters, and not even the same power color, yet see how close they are? And as to what Pink is doing with the other’s tail in her mouth, I will not even dwell on that! Do hurry up! Do your thing, and tell me what you see.”
Dream gave a pained look at her sister then knelt down, putting a hand on each of their heads. She shut her eyes for a moment and then looked up.
“Yes, well, you don’t need me to tell you that Pink is giving off so much static that she is already maturing: no wonder the Snowflakes took such a dislike to her. Her fighting is poor, and I expect static is going to be the beginning and end of her development. I don’t expect her to last a term before being culled.”
The comment did not please Poisen.
“And what about Fiammetta, who now calls herself Alyce? I need her; she walked in and took on a Cloud of Snowflakes to rescue this spark, Pink, whom she had never even meet before.”
Dream snorted at the idea of Snowflakes being any big deal, which got a harsh look from Poisen.
“A hatchling taking on a Cloud is unheard of, and never mind what you personally think of Snowflakes. They are still Icemaidens out to kill, and even at that rank, as a group they can kill. She did not stop to think, just placed herself in front of a Cloud to protect another hatchling that was in trouble. She did not even use a weapon, and she had a Vfang with her. How many people do you know that own one of them?”
She pointed to the shelf where it lay.
“It’s over there if you dare to touch it! Try it, and it will bite you. A Vfang can only be obtained in battle by defeating the previous owner in a one-to-one fight. A hood made the mistake of confronting her and trod on her tail. Instead of retreating, she attacked him; a powerless 4-year-old hatchling on her first day out did that. Just think what she could do when trained, and that is why I need her.”
Dream touched Alyce again.
“Well, I don’t know how she got selected as her mind is all over the place, not fully in control of her body. It would give me a headache to do more than skim. The selectors just look for potential, and she has that from her breeding. Her mind is crazy: a dormant Battery in a Heat body. The potential is there, yes: so much potential. If her mind were more stable, she would already be a fully active young Fire Demon, which could be the real reason she so wanted to take on a Cloud of Snowflakes: a biological urge to attack and kill any of the Cold race than wanting to protect a fellow hatchling. Even she could not be that crazy.”
Glancing up again, Dream did not like the stubborn look her sister was giving her. She might have called it a poisonous look, but that joke had grown thin with overuse.
“I want them! Fix it!”
She pointed out how their tails were so tightly curled and added, “Biological urge or not, they now come as a pair, so fix them both. They like each other, so each will have something to fight for: two different Heat powers fighting as one, and both fighting for me! And I want this Firefly burning as hot as she can, so do whatever it takes, and do it now!”
Dream outranked her sister, not that she would dare mention it. Her sister had always been the one in charge since they were hatchlings, and something like having a higher rank would not put a stop to that. Besides, having her as a sister did have its advantages; life was a lot easier when your sister scared the crap out of all she met. Poisen let it be known that it would be a terminal mistake for anyone to pick on Dream.
“Fix? You rate me too highly, Sis; the best I can do is a short-term magical link where each can draw upon the other’s strengths. I will cast a maximum-strength Snowflake multi link as if they were a group of 12. It may sound a bit OTT, but it cannot hold them together for long, as they are not fully compatible elements. Your Alyce is Fire, and that cannot normally link with anything else. If they were not close before, they will be now; it will get them through the first cull but will not last a full term. Anything more you want will be up to them and your training; they have, as I said, a short-term fix, so don’t get your hopes up. They have potential, but the rest is up to them.”
Alyce stirred and almost awoke, but the feeling of a nest mate being close made her feel safe and relaxed as Pink’s tail tightened its grip around hers. Sleep folded itself around her again.
“How soon will it take to start showing results?”
Dream stood and stretched, a simple process but a draining one.
“How soon? It is already done! They are firmly linked, be it only for a short time as they are different elements. A Snowflake would be fixed for life, but not these two; it will give them a Cloud-like boost before slowly fading away. The rest is up to them; just don’t hope for too much. We should let them rest and get some sleep ourselves.”
Smoking Hot: (9)
Alyce slowly opened her eyes. The room was filled with sunshine, as if that was anything new! What was new was a dream of being tied up and crushed by a pile of bodies, and this dream had left her aching all over. She suspected it was more from the fighting Poisen had her do yesterday. Could she even call it yesterday when as far as she could tell, the frigging sun just sat in the same place in the sky and never moved?
The sun was always shining and far too bright. It was also doing things to her eyes, as she was sure that when she first opened her eyes she saw a sparkling bracelet of light around her body with a fine thread trailing across the room to Pink, but when she looked again it had only been an illusion, so she turned her mind to something more important.
“Tell me, Pink, how would you say in words when we arrived here, and when we did the fight class with Poisen?”
Pink was near the balcony playing with Puff as she used him for her own form of fight training, aiming her now sharp and ready-for-action tail tip. Her tail would lash out at Puff and try and skewer him, mostly failing as he just faded and reappeared close to his previous location. The times she was able to stab him, her tail did nothing but pass through him. He mostly ended up sitting on the tail when he reformed. Alyce could feel that Puff was having the time of his life with this fun new game.
“Er? Well, do you mean like we arrived two sleep periods ago, and the class we had was the last before the meal one sleep ago? Why? How would you say it?”
Alyce thought for a moment and then said she thought she would say it in the same way. She also noticed how her own Sylph was watching them play, so she walked over to Pink. As she did, much to her own surprise, she sent her tail point
fast at Dyson, who just vanished only to reappear sitting on her tail tip. He stayed put no matter how hard she tried to flick him off, which made Pink laugh.
Alyce walked back to her sleeping zone, still giving her tail an odd flick. Something was different, but she could not tell what apart from her nice white sleeping blanket. It looked like someone had been stubbing out cigarettes on it unless the moths here had a likening to cook their food.
“Okay, very funny, you knew that would happen, didn’t you? Well, if you are so smart, tell me why my blanket is full of burn holes?”
Pink stopped laughing and looked serious for a moment as she put her head to one side.
“Well, as a guess, I would say you had a hot dream. I think it is normal for you as you are a Heat. Didn’t your sisters warn you? The red streaks in your hair are a sure giveaway that you are entering a hot phase; element leaking is normal at our age.”
“Er… Sorry, it’s my amnesia again: just another thing I forgot. So tell me, what else comes along with being a Heat apart from adding color streaks to one’s hair?”
Alyce wondered if Pink should skip across the room like a 4-year-old until she remembered that they were both actually 4 years old. Heck, what was the point of being 4 again if you couldn’t skip?
Pink got so close that their noses touched and used her tail to give her a gentle prod as she softly said, “Well, my dear roomie, if you live long enough to grow up big and strong, you will be what we would call in the halls of fame a big, bad ass Hell Fire Demon, only topped by yours truly an all powerful Electric Demon.”
She moved back a little, put her hands together with all her fingertips touching, and slowly pulled them apart, creating colorful pink sparks. She then winked.
“What with my great static back massages and your ability to burn blankets, well, we could rule the world!”
She then burst out laughing again.
All thoughts of laughter vanished when they arrived at their course on Confidence and Deportment, and Alyce noticed the lecturer liked to use a long, thin stick to emphasize what she was saying.
