Octovaitor's Story Time (Explicit)
Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 2:32 am
I've been reading fan fiction and erotic fiction for quite a while, and I've always wanted to attempt to capture the magic that good fan fiction can create. This is not my first attempt at writing fiction, but I've never done something on quite this level, so I really appreciate your feedback. This first chapter has nothing pornographic in it. Beyond the first chapter, the others will. It will get freaky, and weird. Apologies in advance, and I thank you for your time.
Secret of the Student Council
Chapter 1
I struggled to keep my eyes open as I reached my first class. It had been a fruitless fight with insomnia the previous night, most likely caused by my meds. Despite having several months of Yamaku under my belt at the time, my medicine still threw my body for a loop at times and I still wasn’t completely perfect at taking my doses. My state of drowsiness continued until class began and I realized something was very wrong.
Shizune and Misha weren’t in class.
While I could buy Misha missing her wakeup call due to her ditziness, Shizune was always a hardass about going to class unless it conflicted with Student Council. Both of their absence would point to some mysterious Student Council duty, but as a member at this point, I was entitled to some prior explanation of every function that we did, and there was nothing planned for today. Granted, even after I joined, the two still spent a lot of time together alone.
It then struck me that I always had the two of them to rely on in class since I came to Yamaku. They certainly weren’t my only friends; I still kept contact with Lilly and occasionally had lunch with her and Hanako (although Shizune always got a little jealous after I did), and Kenji could be pretty fun if he wasn't being an asshole. I still got hellos and lent a helping hand to Rin and Emi even if I hadn't really hung out with them since my first week.
At the end of the day though, they were basically my best friends, and it was hard to imagine that both would be absent on the same day.
What if they had both gotten sick? Their close proximity to each other would facilitate such a transfer, but I doubt that anything short of cancer would stop Shizune from attempting to go to school.
Maybe Shizune had finally cracked and decided to spend the day watching subtitled television whilst Misha slept in? Nah, that would have already happened if it ever would. Besides, Shizune doesn’t seem to like TV too much.
At this point, my sleep deprived brain began cranking out more implausible scenarios. What if ninjas had kidnapped Shizune and Misha had to become a bad enough dude to save her? What if a wizard transformed the two into frogs and threw them into the school pond? What if Misha was part of a secret underground prostitution ring and dragged Shizune into it in order to pay off her abusive pimp, only to overcome great odds and ride off into the sunset with Shizune as her lover?
As my brain realized how weird it would be for Misha to be gay, my musings were interrupted by-
“Hey Nakai! You haven’t seen Hakamichi or Mikado have you?” prodded my science teacher, Akio Mutou.
I shook my head and he continued to take roll. As the actual lessons began, I settled on the two both catching a cold and tried to put the pair out of my mind for the day.
After class was over, I reflexively headed over to the Student Council room, which we had relocated a month ago to another empty room on the first floor as the old one was ripped from our grasp by the Board Game Club, who had been on hiatus due to the members getting locked into a cold war over opinions on “Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull”. I pulled up a chair and decided to work on my homework. I had to read a passage or two from the science textbook, and figuring that even if my compatriots weren’t gonna show up, I’d at least have some peace and quiet in here, as opposed to if I did it in my room, where there was an ever-present possibility of Kenji barging in and attempting to impose his conspiracies upon me.
While the rigors of school had at least kept me awake and lucid enough to pay attention and do my assignments, the lack of a teacher and other students had left my mind unfocused, and no sleep was again rearing it’s ugly head. My eyes started to dim and flicker, I found myself rereading sentences over and over again, and I kept reading sentences over and over again, and then finally my eyes couldn’t stay open any more and I conked out.
I was walking down a hallway. The girl’s dorm, yeah, that one. I knocked on a door, and Misha opened it. Her hair was different though. I couldn’t put my finger on, it just didn’t exactly look like hair, more like a mass of machinery hanging from her head. She screamed in delight and dragged me in. She then sat me on her bed and and started to style her locks. There was a lot of buzzes, and pops, and hammering, and screwing, and sawing, until finally she stood back and asked me how she looked. The mass of machinery was now a lot more organized. The top was a bunch of whizzing gears that melted into sheet metal as it fell down onto her back, along with a spiral shaped pair of dongly things hanging in front. She asked if I was impressed, and I said she had a nice set of drills in her hair. This did not gain the reaction that I desired.
“Waaaahaaahaaaahahaahhhhhhh! Punish me harder, mistress!” she screamed in pleasure.
At this moment my head smacked the desk and I was thrown into a state of groggy wakefulness. A large puddle of drool had formed on the book I had been reading, hopefully my own, and I realized I had nodded off. I glanced at the clock and noted I had zonked out for a few hours.
Deciding that the best course of action was to attempt to go back to sleep back in my own room despite the fact that there was still daylight and Kenji would have no qualms barging into my room until the period in which I normally hit the hay, I gathered my books and started to leave when I heard something vaguely familiar-
“Wahahahaaaaa! Spank my fat ass!”
My drowsy brain could not at the time process who that voice could belong to, but I did drop my books as I heard the sound resonate through the room.
As I picked my stuff, my brain kicked into high gear as I realized that I did in fact realize who possessed that voice. My unconscious mind must have heard it while I was asleep and put Misha into the dream! But where could that voice have come from? And what the hell compelled them to say something like that?
The new student council room was a bit roomier than what we were used to, and it had more filing cabinets than the old room did, but Shizune was peeved initially about losing access to the board games. She got over it the next day, although I never did find out why. When I questioned her in sign language, she merely brushed it off as nothing and flashed me a smirk.
What if she found something so good that it replaced the board games? There were few things in this world that I knew Shizune to love more than playing board games, but there had to have been more to this room than I had noticed. Glancing around, I tried to find what objects did not belong to us and had to have come with the room, but aside from various forms and office supplies, the only thing Shizune had added was a large ornate rug over in the corner where she ordinarily did her work.
I left my textbooks and decided to investigate the nearby rooms for whomever possessed a scream like Misha and yet was also in the middle of some intense sexual activity. Each time I came up empty-handed, and each time I felt more confused.
After I looked through the last room within the same hallway as the student council room, I found myself resigned to defeat, and forced myself to believe that I had been imagining Misha’s scream. Was I really so lonely and desperate for companionship that I’d imagine her voice? It was pretty much the only option that I had left.
I steered myself back to the Student Council room to recover my books and go catch up on my sleep, but then like a bolt from the blue, I immediately questioned myself: perhaps the voice wasn’t coming from a classroom on this level, but perhaps above or below me?
As immediately as I finished asking myself this, I then realized that right above me was the library. Since loud noise and libraries don’t mix, my mind then came to the conclusion that the voice had to have come below me.
Maybe Kenji had slowly gotten to me over the course of these months, but my apparent conclusion that there had to be a basement where Misha was screaming didn’t seem that stupid in my head at that specific moment in time. But where could the entrance be?
Of course, then I asked myself out loud, “If I were an entrance to a basement, then where would I be?”
Once again, inspiration struck, and my eyes shifted over to the rug that Shizune had placed in a conspicuous corner of the room, where nobody would think to look.
I ripped the rug off it’s normal resting place, and tossed behind me, not caring in the slightest how well it tied the room together and found an indent in the floorboards. I slipped my fingers into the indent and attempted to raise the floor.
To my delight, the floorboards rose, and I was able to peer into the new hole I had discovered. Stone steps lowered off into a hallway below the surface, and the piece of the floor I was holding up was actually a door of sorts, attached to the rest of the wooden floor via some hinges.
A laugh escaped my lips. Who could know what lied ahead of me below? There was only one way to find, I thought, as I hopped to my feet and closed the door into the student council room behind me. I kicked the trap-door as far back onto it’s hinges as it would go.
I walked down the dark steps below.
Secret of the Student Council
Chapter 1
I struggled to keep my eyes open as I reached my first class. It had been a fruitless fight with insomnia the previous night, most likely caused by my meds. Despite having several months of Yamaku under my belt at the time, my medicine still threw my body for a loop at times and I still wasn’t completely perfect at taking my doses. My state of drowsiness continued until class began and I realized something was very wrong.
Shizune and Misha weren’t in class.
While I could buy Misha missing her wakeup call due to her ditziness, Shizune was always a hardass about going to class unless it conflicted with Student Council. Both of their absence would point to some mysterious Student Council duty, but as a member at this point, I was entitled to some prior explanation of every function that we did, and there was nothing planned for today. Granted, even after I joined, the two still spent a lot of time together alone.
It then struck me that I always had the two of them to rely on in class since I came to Yamaku. They certainly weren’t my only friends; I still kept contact with Lilly and occasionally had lunch with her and Hanako (although Shizune always got a little jealous after I did), and Kenji could be pretty fun if he wasn't being an asshole. I still got hellos and lent a helping hand to Rin and Emi even if I hadn't really hung out with them since my first week.
At the end of the day though, they were basically my best friends, and it was hard to imagine that both would be absent on the same day.
What if they had both gotten sick? Their close proximity to each other would facilitate such a transfer, but I doubt that anything short of cancer would stop Shizune from attempting to go to school.
Maybe Shizune had finally cracked and decided to spend the day watching subtitled television whilst Misha slept in? Nah, that would have already happened if it ever would. Besides, Shizune doesn’t seem to like TV too much.
At this point, my sleep deprived brain began cranking out more implausible scenarios. What if ninjas had kidnapped Shizune and Misha had to become a bad enough dude to save her? What if a wizard transformed the two into frogs and threw them into the school pond? What if Misha was part of a secret underground prostitution ring and dragged Shizune into it in order to pay off her abusive pimp, only to overcome great odds and ride off into the sunset with Shizune as her lover?
As my brain realized how weird it would be for Misha to be gay, my musings were interrupted by-
“Hey Nakai! You haven’t seen Hakamichi or Mikado have you?” prodded my science teacher, Akio Mutou.
I shook my head and he continued to take roll. As the actual lessons began, I settled on the two both catching a cold and tried to put the pair out of my mind for the day.
After class was over, I reflexively headed over to the Student Council room, which we had relocated a month ago to another empty room on the first floor as the old one was ripped from our grasp by the Board Game Club, who had been on hiatus due to the members getting locked into a cold war over opinions on “Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull”. I pulled up a chair and decided to work on my homework. I had to read a passage or two from the science textbook, and figuring that even if my compatriots weren’t gonna show up, I’d at least have some peace and quiet in here, as opposed to if I did it in my room, where there was an ever-present possibility of Kenji barging in and attempting to impose his conspiracies upon me.
While the rigors of school had at least kept me awake and lucid enough to pay attention and do my assignments, the lack of a teacher and other students had left my mind unfocused, and no sleep was again rearing it’s ugly head. My eyes started to dim and flicker, I found myself rereading sentences over and over again, and I kept reading sentences over and over again, and then finally my eyes couldn’t stay open any more and I conked out.
I was walking down a hallway. The girl’s dorm, yeah, that one. I knocked on a door, and Misha opened it. Her hair was different though. I couldn’t put my finger on, it just didn’t exactly look like hair, more like a mass of machinery hanging from her head. She screamed in delight and dragged me in. She then sat me on her bed and and started to style her locks. There was a lot of buzzes, and pops, and hammering, and screwing, and sawing, until finally she stood back and asked me how she looked. The mass of machinery was now a lot more organized. The top was a bunch of whizzing gears that melted into sheet metal as it fell down onto her back, along with a spiral shaped pair of dongly things hanging in front. She asked if I was impressed, and I said she had a nice set of drills in her hair. This did not gain the reaction that I desired.
“Waaaahaaahaaaahahaahhhhhhh! Punish me harder, mistress!” she screamed in pleasure.
At this moment my head smacked the desk and I was thrown into a state of groggy wakefulness. A large puddle of drool had formed on the book I had been reading, hopefully my own, and I realized I had nodded off. I glanced at the clock and noted I had zonked out for a few hours.
Deciding that the best course of action was to attempt to go back to sleep back in my own room despite the fact that there was still daylight and Kenji would have no qualms barging into my room until the period in which I normally hit the hay, I gathered my books and started to leave when I heard something vaguely familiar-
“Wahahahaaaaa! Spank my fat ass!”
My drowsy brain could not at the time process who that voice could belong to, but I did drop my books as I heard the sound resonate through the room.
As I picked my stuff, my brain kicked into high gear as I realized that I did in fact realize who possessed that voice. My unconscious mind must have heard it while I was asleep and put Misha into the dream! But where could that voice have come from? And what the hell compelled them to say something like that?
The new student council room was a bit roomier than what we were used to, and it had more filing cabinets than the old room did, but Shizune was peeved initially about losing access to the board games. She got over it the next day, although I never did find out why. When I questioned her in sign language, she merely brushed it off as nothing and flashed me a smirk.
What if she found something so good that it replaced the board games? There were few things in this world that I knew Shizune to love more than playing board games, but there had to have been more to this room than I had noticed. Glancing around, I tried to find what objects did not belong to us and had to have come with the room, but aside from various forms and office supplies, the only thing Shizune had added was a large ornate rug over in the corner where she ordinarily did her work.
I left my textbooks and decided to investigate the nearby rooms for whomever possessed a scream like Misha and yet was also in the middle of some intense sexual activity. Each time I came up empty-handed, and each time I felt more confused.
After I looked through the last room within the same hallway as the student council room, I found myself resigned to defeat, and forced myself to believe that I had been imagining Misha’s scream. Was I really so lonely and desperate for companionship that I’d imagine her voice? It was pretty much the only option that I had left.
I steered myself back to the Student Council room to recover my books and go catch up on my sleep, but then like a bolt from the blue, I immediately questioned myself: perhaps the voice wasn’t coming from a classroom on this level, but perhaps above or below me?
As immediately as I finished asking myself this, I then realized that right above me was the library. Since loud noise and libraries don’t mix, my mind then came to the conclusion that the voice had to have come below me.
Maybe Kenji had slowly gotten to me over the course of these months, but my apparent conclusion that there had to be a basement where Misha was screaming didn’t seem that stupid in my head at that specific moment in time. But where could the entrance be?
Of course, then I asked myself out loud, “If I were an entrance to a basement, then where would I be?”
Once again, inspiration struck, and my eyes shifted over to the rug that Shizune had placed in a conspicuous corner of the room, where nobody would think to look.
I ripped the rug off it’s normal resting place, and tossed behind me, not caring in the slightest how well it tied the room together and found an indent in the floorboards. I slipped my fingers into the indent and attempted to raise the floor.
To my delight, the floorboards rose, and I was able to peer into the new hole I had discovered. Stone steps lowered off into a hallway below the surface, and the piece of the floor I was holding up was actually a door of sorts, attached to the rest of the wooden floor via some hinges.
A laugh escaped my lips. Who could know what lied ahead of me below? There was only one way to find, I thought, as I hopped to my feet and closed the door into the student council room behind me. I kicked the trap-door as far back onto it’s hinges as it would go.
I walked down the dark steps below.
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