How could someone introduce an Asexual at the very end of an erotic fanfic? For those of you curious about the fanfic I mentioned when talking about my Asexuality, I’ll give a rough summary of the general outline I had in mind. There will be several compressed stories with the humourous highlights left intact. I tried to make it as SFW as possible without showing any of the images, but large swatches of the narrative still sounds very very dirty.
Fans of Zimmerman’s drawings should have an idea of what I’m referencing.
For those who don’t want to read all the parodic elements and skip straight to the disturbing parts, search for the word ‘Remember’ and read down from there.
Jeani E. Rikk was attending the prestigious Moorehead High School which was little more than an excuse for prepubescent girls to learn the numerous ways to illicit sex through various means. Nowhere was this more present than fitting into the school uniform, an open-cleavage shirt ensemble with plaid miniskirt two sizes too small. The head of the school was the prestigious Jessica Rabbit who had a tendency to formally introduce herself to every new arrival personally.
The curriculum was filled with seemingly-sounding legit courses. Art Class had everybody draw the naked model... with their clothes off. Music Class had girls rubbing ourselves to reach high pitches. Cooking Class baked Alice’s cakes and drinks that increased our busts while shrinking our waists and feet. Ironically enough, Sex Ed was the only class that actually lived up to its name.
Learning at Moorehead High wasn't like learning at any other school she'd ever been before. For one thing, she actually looked forward to attending every class. There always seemed to be something new to learn, progressing from one level of sexiness to a higher plane. There were several rooms in her Dormitory that were still off-limits, because she hadn't accumulated enough 'O' points yet.
Jeani E. Rikk was bevy to the numerous rumours and stories of the students who attended there, such as Betty and Veronica, two veteran graduates had been retaking their courses for years, and still looked as good as ever.
“We’re old-school, but it’s good to brush up on the basics.”
“And we’re as basic as it gets.”
“Tell me, how’d you two get together?”
It all started when their boyfriend Archie had somehow managed to get a date with both girls at the same time for the umpteenth time, and the two decided to settle things between themselves with a friendly contest.
“Whoever makes the other cum more often will be the winner.”
“You’re on.”
After several rounds of hate sex and denied pleasure finally giving way to giving in, the two admitted that they enjoyed each other more than expected, and had lost count after the 15th round. Still, they decided to go out with Archie to teach him a lesson.
At the movie theater, Archie typically tried to keep the girls apart by having one at the front row seat and the other at the very back. While the movie played, the girls would make sexual foreplay and would tease Archie, humping him while watching their girlfriend in the far distance showing expressed interest in their actions.
This would continue with Archie getting more and more tired with every interaction with the girls, racing up and down the aisles, trying to remember what he’d said and what refreshments he was supposed to get. “Here’s the Cop Porn - I mean the Popcorn.” until the movie would finally end and they’d face each other, displaying mock outrage at being played, then they’d seduce Archie for one more threesome before unceremoniously dumping him afterwards.
At the end of the first day, Jeani E. Rikk would meet with her newfound friends for a little get-together with the plan to stay for an all-nighter, and in the midst of her first orgy, had a sudden terrible cramp in her leg.
She was rushed off to the nursing station wing, where Jessica Rabbit was engaged in her unique treatment of “kissing it and making it better.” In addition to being the headmaster of the school, she was also the school nurse, the cleaning maid, the secretary, a teacher AND a student. It seemed she wore a lot of hats. She was both master and servant.
“We see a lot of first-timers here, eager to rush into everything without taking the necessary precautions.”
“How do you maintain your figure?”
“It’s an open secret, but the trick is Fairy Dust.”
“Is that a kind of drug, or...?”
“Close. Sprinkle this on your body, and just think happy thoughts. And we LIKE to think happy thoughts around here.”
That was how her breasts stayed so buoyant, how she suffered no back pain and how she could remain standing upright in those inch-high heels.
Jeani E. Rikk marveled at the school. It was like something out of a dream. The size of the dormitories seemed practically endless, the beds and shared showers roomy enough to fit multiple groups at once. She had no idea how the school could possibly afford all this luxury.
There was even a magical mirror that could reflect the hidden perversions and entice the students into their mirror world if they weren’t careful. Only Vampirella was immune from these effects, and had to routinely rescue multiple students who’d found themselves too far gone.
While the majority of the attending girls were drop-dead gorgeous and would be considered intimidating for any arriving newcomers, there was no restrictions for anyone who wanted to become models. The more sex you had, the sexier you became. And nowhere was that philosophy realized than with Daphne’s approval of her nerdy friend, Velma. Velma was considered as being too dumpy at first, but she soon displayed an enthusiasm that surpassed her popularity.
Velma's biblical knowledge of the library and the passages of the steamiest part of romance novels made her an instant favorite, and everyone wanted to have her as their very own private tutor. But her knowledge didn't just extend to school studies. She knew how to manipulate the system to her favor, intentionally failing certain classes just so she'd be 'taught a lesson' later.
Jeani E. Rikk would seek out further knowledge from Velma after finding out some interesting details. The History class taught by Lara Croft was basically a tutorial on how the school was founded. It all started when Aliens from Mars wanted to be with the Martian Queen, but were forbidden from getting too close, so they settled for the next best thing, being the hottest women at the time: Annie Fannie, Daisy Mae, Lara Croft and Jessica Rabbit.
Right away, they set to kidnapping and experimenting them for their depraved means. For Jessica Rabbit, they devised a cloning machine that would produce perfect replicas that would instantly fall in love with the first thing she saw. Only, the cloning machine got stuck, and with every new clone, the latest Jessica would create a copy that fell in love with herself.
Eventually, these overwhelming bodies managed to take control of the twisted Alien devices for their own twisted means.
There were forays in history not just the popular girls, but the mean girls as well.
Grimhilde, the Queen was very good friends with Maleficent, who not only introduced The Wicked Queen into saphic pleasure, but also taught her the basics of magic that kept her kingdom thriving.
It was she who taught these painful lessons to her daughter-in-law to seduce any potential suitors she might come in contact with. However, Snow White had taken her lessons to hear too well, convincing the Hunter to let her go, and was shacking up in a tiny house with seven men. And now Grimhilde asked Maleficent, “I understand you have a spell for casting someone into a deep deep sleep that they won't wake from?”
Maleficent had a bemused and insulted look on her face. "They keep getting it wrong. There's actually a funny story behind that. The actual story started when I wasn't invited to Princess Aurora's birthday party, simply because I was considered a corruptive influence.”
"We only had enough room for... Three Fairies" the King replied, his fingers erratically signaling his staff to start filling up the remaining empty seats.
"A likely story! However, just to show there's no hard feelings between us, I'll bestow your newborn child with a gift of my own."
"You don't really have to-"
"Yes, I do, otherwise, this'll be a boring short story. Your baby girl will grow up with all the typical benefits from growing up in a rich family with good genes. Then, on her Sixteenth Birthday, she'll prick her finger on a spinning wheel and DIE!"
“Oh no.”
'Don't get so upset. She'll only die a little! One small death, and then it'll be all over.' "Then I transformed into a pillar of black fire, cackling maniacally. What I didn't know at the time was that the third Fairy hadn't granted her wish yet. She attempted to soften my curse so that instead of dying, Aurora would sleep instead, spreading out her death over a longer period of time, until a cure could be found."
"What she failed to notice - what everybody there failed to notice - was that my death curse was actually a bit of fancy wordplay. My intention was that when she pricked her finger on a spinning wheel, she would have a continuous orgasm - a Petit Morte."
"No wonder she was so tired."
"Indeed. Instead, the King decreed that in an attempt to prevent my curse from happening, all spinning wheels would henceforce be destroyed. As a result, clothing and textile shops were suffering from a ban on the latest technology, which led to the creation of an underground knitting operation. Furthermore, this meant that spinning wheels were now seen as dangerous, and being the rebellious sort, Aurora instantly took to the once-harmless feminine tool as something to lust after, even though she had no idea why it was so reviled."
"So she naturally gravitated towards a spinning wheel like a duck to water. I might've also had a hand in the matter, having stockpiled a few Spinning Wheels to sell to desperate midwives in the first place. Of course, if the King was any smarter, the whole thing could've been avoided by simply removing the needle from future Spinning Wheels in the first place."
"But then, Royalty isn't exactly chosen for their brains."
Unlike other schools, fraternization between students and staff was heavily encouraged. The most infamous example being Kim Possible and Miss Go. Hardly anybody learned anything during French class because there was too much chemistry involved. On one assignment, Jenni E. Rikk was given the enviable task of finding a suitable present for Ariel.
“No worries. She’s the easiest person to shop for.”
“Oh my Poseidon! It’s a... it’s a... what is it?”
“A coffee cup.”
“I love it! Such a generous gift deserves suitable compensation.”
In between engaging in heavy makeout sessions and spying others, there was heavy gossip of salacious rumours of conversations between Ariel/Jasmine.
“I’m so hot.”
“I’m so wet.”
“Drench me.”
“Quench me.”
There was no resentment or jealousy between girls. All that mattered was finding the hottest combinations between whatever crack pairings was possible. And there were LOTS of pairings. Felica Hardy, the Black Cat had a particular interest in Mary Jane. "These are the lips that touched Spider-Man's lips." One of the strangest was the relationship between Kim Possible and Violet Parr. Normally, no one would dare get between Kim and her teacher Miss Go, but the sordid history behind Violet’s past put all that to rest.
Violet started out fairly normal, a typical budding girl who could make herself invisible. Perfectly ordinary, really. She was so shy, she could hardly stand to be seen. But then she discovered the joys of masturbation, and started enjoying teasing the neighbouring kid. That was until she teamed up with the rest of her family to save her dad from the nefarious Syndrome.
While trapped, she was subject to a litany of electrical stimulation for days, hitting her sensitive spots far beyond endurance, never allowing relief to come close, always keeping her on the brink. Not even Storm had ever dared to approach that level of stimulation.
In addition, Syndrome had created an Omnidroid that could enhance the desires of anybody who’d dare cross its path. It had a full library of sexual knowledge that could rival Velma’s. By the time Violet got loose, she was so horny she overloaded the amplified drone all by herself.
But her adventurous pursuit wasn’t done. She started seeking out stimulus from her mother who was the closest thing to relief she had. Helen Parr couldn’t keep up with her daughter's increasingly insistent demands, and had her sent to Moorehead High to keep her husband from finding out. Violet was upset at first until she saw Kim showering. “Just like Mommy...” she whispered, turning invisible and becoming a legendary horny ghost that lucked in the girl’s shower room.
After that revelation, it would be announced that Violet Parr would be honorably chosen as Moorehead High’s honor student with a celebratory ritual with Pebbles, Wilma's daughter, and Judy, Jane's daughter infecting the already hot girls with lust-inducing hormones. In this way, Violet would be influencing past present and future, all with her perfect body.
While this ritual was taking place, Jeani E. Rikk would take the opportunity to explore the campus with other curious students who wanted to check out the forbidden wings that were normally off-limit. There were numerous silly dares focused on panty stealing from the faculty, which led to naughty punishments, some girls practically *begging* to be caught.
With everybody focused on finding dirty secrets, Jenni E. Rikk found herself at the end of a long hallway full of alluring side entrances. One door had the Jessica Rabbit clone machine pumped to full, filling the denizens of Heaven and Hell to overflowing, affecting their morality on both sides.
Jeani ignored the Tentacle room, the bondage room, and other maddening passages, moving towards the seemingly innocuous door that she felt compulsively drawn to.
She touched the doorknob. She opened the door.
And then, she remembered...
Oh God, she remembered.
She remembered a mission briefing she’d been in a top-secret facility given by an intelligence agency. In front of her was a frantic-looking man agent forced into taking over multiple roles he was over his head to run simultaneously.
-Here’s the mission statement should you choose to accept it. Simply put, we're facing the greatest threat to the world we've ever known. Of all our contingency plans, including alien invasion, virus outbreak and zombies, we've been caught off-guard by something as basic as an erotic fantasy, and it's not going away. Rather, their strength seems to be increasing on a daily basis, and we have no idea how to stop it.
-Ever since the foundation of Moorehead High (what a STUPID name), they've been readily accepting women of all ages into their curriculum. The mandate is continued education, but their actual pretense is unhibited lesbian sex. Now, I don't condone lesbian acts, being gay myself, but there's a time and place for everything. Simply put, their power and influence seems to extend far beyond being a mere school for sexual education.
-We've cut off their funding, yet they continue to receive donations from millionaires worldwide.
Veronica: Daddy's willing to pay for whatever I want!
-We've cut off their food supplies, but they're growing their own crops and contraband, trading with other countries for jewelry, bikinis and the latest fashion designs. We've cut off their power and water, and they continue to generate power from within. In fact, the mere structure of their school baffles all logic. From the scant reports we've gleamed, they receive upwards of 10,000 students daily with more arriving all the time, but their housing facilities should only number 2,000 Max. By all rights, the school should be collapsing under its own weight. They're overflowing with enough students to fill a small country, yet there's still room for expansion.
-Furthermore, the weather over their area remains consistantly consistent. The temperature is always a balmy 20 degrees, with the occasional downpour or snowstorm on a weekly basis, usually on the weekend. Against the patterns of weather predictions. Joke all you like about weathermen always getting the weather wrong, but on that patch of land, you could set your watch by it. That's statistically impossible!
Storm: Mother Nature is a harsh mistress, and I am in tune with her.
-From what I've heard, it's pretty much every teenager's wet dream - a school full of lesbian harems willing to indulge every whim. While that sounds incredibly tempting, sustaining such an implausible scenario falls apart in reality.
-But more worrisome is the student's behavior once they've left the classroom. They try to initiate and convert others into their little world, with disastrous outcomes.
- Displays of nymphomania in public places have gotten once highly-respected professions fired, never to return.
- Young daughters are seducing their mothers and fathers against their will.
- Mothers are introducing their children to sexuality far before they're ready.
- Boys under the age of ten are becoming extremely popular to teenagers and middle-aged married wives.
-Our only solace is that babies haven't been taken advantage of, but it's only a matter of time.
-Various students who haven't hitched up with men of influence (and there are only so many Cuckold Millionaires to go around) wind up having to fend for themselves by giving sexual advances to random strangers. These people have no idea how to act appropriately outside their setting.
-Not to mention that they're in serious debt to student loans, which from their lack of helpful education, can only be paid off by undergoing prostitution or being sold to sleazy underworld figures. From there, it's a nightmare mobius strip scenario of drugs and abuse they can't ever escape from. Furthermore, spreading these students worldwide gives added advertising for the school, and women in destitute countries are traveling far and wide in the slim hopes of being accepted into the school. Their immigration status is unprecedented, since they're intermingling with other refugees, and they're being helped along by innumerable sources. Every time we quash one, ten more take its place.
-Which brings up another worrying subject - the women's drastically changing looks. When they start out, the women all have individual different bodies, shaped by their personal experiences and body chemistry. But when they leave the school, they all have the same body type. And I mean exactly the same - a killer Supermodel's body. They're being modified to a specific type without the means of plastic surgery. There's theories that their body chemistry is altered via the transfer of fluids, like some kind of artificial STD. But since research has been mysteriously halted by the Government, there's no way to verify this. Either way, their individuality is wiped away.
-Their proportions started off as fairly realistic, but have become greatly exaggerated over time, their bodies twisted into pretzels to show as much skin as possible. Not to mention their heavy breasts and tiny waists become impossible to sustain without the ingestion of a highly illegal substance known as Fairy Dust. Their internal organs have been compressed into smaller spaces within their disfigured bodies. When they can’t stand being away from the school for long, they return, taking as many potential converts with them as they can.
Judy Jetson: The future is paved upon the hardworking efforts and sacrifices of yesterday.
-We've tried to invade the school with our armies... with disastrous results.
Miss Buxley: A daisy chain is only as strong as its weakest link.
-Air-to-Missile strikes have been rendered ineffective from some kind of impenetrable shield we've yet to identify.
-Foot soldiers have been captured as willing (or unwilling) prisoners of war, and are probably being used as sexual practice in some dank location somewhere. Likely interrogated for information, revealing their battle formation plans. Tanks have been toppled with minimal effort from some of the strongest women there. The usual bout of SuperHeroes have been no help, saying they've got bigger world-destroying threats out there to deal with, when surveillance photos CLEARLY show them spending time with high-profile members there.
-And the same can be said of SuperHeroines, who've also taken permanent residence there.
-One small solace is that female SuperVillains (SuperVillainessess?) are also there, causing less trouble than usual. But their presence just adds further strength to a residence where all residents do their utmost to protect their property however possible.
-Confidentially, I'm worried. I seem to recall seeing many of these popular women when they were less corrupted, but under very different circumstances. I have vague memories of them being fictional characters from children's comics, cartoon shows and movies. But I have no way of proving it.
Lara Croft: History is written by the victors. Any previous itteration that differs from common knowledge is just mere hearsay.
-Unsurprisingly enough, their looks has attracted the attention of Hollywood celebrities as well.
-In a desperate attempt to leak the secrets behind their beauty tips, they've been actively supporting the school throughout their circle of friends, and even suggesting them to their legion of rabid fans who'd support them, no matter what any rational detractors say. Any detractors are constantly harassed on an hourly basis for weeks, months, YEARS until they recant or give up.
Holli Would: If you try our latest product, you'll become loved by your families, friends and even foes! Decline, and you'll be outcast for eternity!
-But their influence doesn't stop there. There's evidence that they've become tied to political figures compassionate to their world view, and take steps in introducing bills that further support them. With their influence, they've been introducing hormones into food that modify girl's bodies to become mature at ever-increasing younger ages.
Alice: These nutrients should be added to the latest batch of baby foods. They're VERY healthy. Oh, and be sure to put these chemicals in milk. Trust me, it does a body good.
-They've hijacked the Gay community in a way I don't agree with, forcing women to change their sexual preferences against their preferred gender. The only sense of comeradrebility this group has is whether the girl they're screwing is sexy enough or not.
-Their highest export is unsurprisingly enough, amateur porn. What IS surprising is that despite the explosion of Lesbianism (3500% over the past decade), birth rates aren't declining. In fact, most of the newborns are girls, heavily outpacing boys at a rate of ten to one. Everybody's who's profiting from the school's existence is just lying back, putting themselves free of the consequences, and enjoying the show, while deliberately ignoring the warning signs that are multiplying at an exponential rate. We've had numerous cuts to our budget for unspecified reasons, and our resources are already stretched to the breaking point. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and we're extremely desperate.
-You've been specifically chosen because you fit the profile.
-You have the body type of a generic model.
-You've had training in several martial arts fending off multiple opponents at once.
-You're resourceful in dealing with stressful situations under unfavorable circumstances.
-And more importantly, the nerves connecting to your pleasure center have been severed from an accident you had when you were very young. Normally, I'd sympathize for you not being able to feel your G-spot, but it could wind up being extremely favorable in this case.
-We've tried previous missions to infiltrate the place with prudish female spies, but they all failed. We've sent Gay agents, but even they fell victim to their seductive call, and the scant few reports that've made it through aren't very informative. Apparently, there's some magical water that can change the gender of any man to a woman. We've even had soldiers willingly surrender to integrate themselves inside the school, sharing their military secrets and who knows what in return for sexual favors.
-I'd go myself, but even extremely Gay people such as myself have fallen to their seduction. That's some serious influence there to make us go against our preferred gender.
-This is going to be a deep-cover investigation. In order to get past the wall of telepathic mind-readers, you're going to undergo some psychic protection of your own.
-You'll be given a new personality fitting of their average student body. You'll be indistinguishable from everybody else there, and blend in easily with the crowd, making your way up through the ranks with little suspicion on your part.
-Your mission is to infiltrate the confines of the school, find out where their source of power is, and if at all possible, either analyze it, steal it or destroy it.
-Now, knowing the risks of this mission from which you may never return, do you accept these charges to undergo voluntary brainwashing?
"...I accept."
It turned out that Jeani E. Rikk was a spy sent from a Government agency to infiltrate this place that had become a hotbed of international activity, influencing powerful figures worldwide with their sexual influence, being home to some of the most powerful polarizing figures holding more resources than should be possible, repelling invading forces and forcing even gay agents to submit against their will.
And now, she was face-to-face with the internal power source that made all this possible.
It was a 69 of Jeannie and her sister from I Dream of Jeannie.
Jeannie was always making wishes to please her Master, Tony Nelson, but they always went wrong. Her sister would confront Jeannie, and they’d get into big fights. One day, Tony said something along the likes of, “I wish you and your sister would love each other more!”
From that moment on, the animosity between the two of them changed to incestuous love, much to Tony’s confusion.
“I wish I could be a part of that action.”
And then, Tony was turned into a detachable dick, and implanted onto Jeannie.
From that moment on, every second was spent finding new ways to pleasuring Tony. But now reduced to a penis, he had no way of taking his wish back, no way of taking control. Whenever he grew limp, it only took the merest flick of Jeannie’s wrist to prop Tony back up.
But even making love to the same girl for days on can get tiring, so Jeannie and her sister decided to spice things up by introducing other lovers who’d be Tony’s type. They scoured the Earth, looking for the most erotic figures, subtly manipulating outside events to create more women, adding them to their ever-growing harem.
All this background information would be psychically fed into Jenni E. Rikk's mind as the two Genies paused in the midst of pleasuring themselves to give this unexpected arrival their undivided attention.
“A lot of agents have come before.”
“You’re the only one who’s managed to come this far.”
Jeani E. Rikk could do little more than stand and gape in awe. Once she regained her power of speech, she asked, “Now that you’ve told me your plans, what are you going to do to me?”
“Do to you?”
“You’re mistaken.”
“It’s what we can do for you.”
“You have the chance to make a wish.”
“Your innermost desire.”
Jeani E. Rikk boldly strode forward, grunting with effort with every step taken, trying to keep her thoughts straight, but the erotic swirling energies was making her crazy. The Genies tempted her with promises of what they could offer.
“We can restore your nerve functions down below.”
“You can be as attractive as you can be.”
“You can have any body you want.”
“You can have anyone you want.”
“You can go anywhere.”
“You can do anything.”
“All you have to do is want.”
She struggled between the moral implications and the desire of cumming for the first time in her life, ever. Yes, throughout the whole time she’d been at Moorehead High, she hadn’t orgasmed once.
Her head swirled with alluring imagery with every step she took, her skin tingling with electricity, feeling more alive than she’d ever felt before, reaching heights she’d never imagined.
She strode forward with every amount of effort she could muster into getting closer to her goal.
She reached her naked arm across and touched the decanter bottle.
She made her wish.
She could live with it.
And on that deliberately ambiguous note, it ends. Whether Jeani E. Rikk fails or succeeds in her mission is left entirely up to the reader. There’s also the possibility of a third wish that could resolve both dilemmas, but I lack the imagination to think up such a scenario. For the epilogue, what I had was a list of upgrades for a mock idle game called Clit Flicker. The philosophical approach towards unlimited sex and incremental games is the same. You can stop anytime you want.
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