Transfiguration
Copyright© 2025 by Flavorfulcorpse
Chapter 7
Jackson (JP) Paulson: 6’4”, one hundred seventy pounds, gangly, quiet, and reserved eighteen-year-old.
Jefferson Paulson: 6’4”, two hundred fifty pounds, fifty-two years old, quick to anger, alcoholic, sawmill worker. Jackson’s father.
Elizabeth (Eli) Paulson: 5’2”, one hundred fifteen pounds, busty, thirty-eight-year-old homemaker and part-time waitress. Jackson’s mother.
Jacqueline (Jaq) Paulson: 5’2”, one-hundred-ten-pound, busty, twenty-year-old daycare worker. Jackson’s sister.
Tanner Pinkerton: 6’1”, strong as an ox, big as a barn, eighteen-year-old football captain, bully to Jackson, Deena’s twin brother.
Deena (Dee) Pinkerton: 5’5”, one hundred ten pounds, redhead, eighteen-year-old, prettiest girl in school. Caught between her family and what she knows to be right, Tanner’s twin sister.
Jeb Pinkerton: Shrewd and ruthless, owner of the Farm & Ranch Feed & Seed, father to Tanner and Deena, husband to Eloise.
Eloise Pinkerton: 5’5”, buxom, thirty-six-year-old redhead homemaker. Wife of Jeb, mother of Tanner and Deena.
Jackson’s other bullies and friends to Tanner are Wilmer (Wil), Theodore (Teddy), and Fred.
Moria Jones: the second prettiest girl in school and Tanner’s girlfriend.
Tina Nguyen: smartest girl in school.
Mrs. Rosland Stevens: retiring English/literature teacher.
Ms. Jennifer Ludwig: Mrs. Stevens’ replacement.
Mr. Robert Vicks: Economics teacher.
Mrs. Candice Stahl: Geometry teacher.
Mrs. Lanna Sprayberry: Government teacher.
Mrs. Cynthia Clancy: Biology teacher.
Ms. Tamara Young: History teacher.
Coach Berry Nettles: P.E. teacher and head coach.
Mr. Delbert Pines: Principal.
Benezia: Former Zordanian Countess.
Constellations:
Andromeda, Astra, Cassiopeia, Elara, Lyra, and Stella: Batonians captured by Benezia.
Esenia Is (Edi): Mother of Azi and Moni.
Azizos Is (Azi): Wrench Monkey.
Monimos Is (Moni): Gearhead.
Emily Goodspeed: Deputy Sheriff.
Star Mann: FBI Special Agent.
Waking, and feeling better than I have ever felt, to a pair of lips on my cock and a pair on my lips. Lana was kissing me while Cynthia rode me. When Cynthia got her orgasm, she traded places with Lana. It didn’t take Lana long to have my balls boiling, and when my cum splashed against her cervix, she had her orgasm. We lay there for a few minutes, then got up and took our shower.
Again, I was taken aback by what the girls were wearing. They had decided on pleated, plaid skirts that matched their pendants, with Lycra shorts underneath them; black stockings with garters; a white, long-sleeved shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to their elbows, unbuttoned, and tied at the bottom; and a black lace bustier under the shirt. They wore Dr. Martens’ Evie shoes, with their hair in a high ponytail.
Breakfast was made by the constellations, a mix of fruits and something I had never eaten before, but it was delicious. Dee, Moria, and Tina rode with me, while Azi and Moni took their cars again. Dee put ‘Black Betty’ (TuneSquad Bootleg) on the radio and turned it up. My grandad had installed three ten-inch subs around the back of the center console and bass tubs under the seats in the back. The entire sound system was tuned to perfection by the nanites.
We’d be deaf if it weren’t for the nanites, with how loud the girls wanted the music. We were all early to school, so Dee put on the dirty version of ‘Earned It’ by The Weeknd, and then she and the rest got into the back of the truck and started to dance to the song. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and we soon had a huge audience. The explicit version of ‘Often’ by The Weeknd played next, and the dance they were doing was very erotic, to say the least.
Phones were out and recording, as there were more than a few classmates who were flush, male and female alike. The last and final song was ‘Closer’ by Nine Inch Nails. Now the cheers were getting louder, and the other students were getting into it, dancing in the parking lot. I helped each of the girls down from the truck, and they made it known they were with me by kissing me when they were in my arms.
The crowd booed when the music stopped and departed for their lockers, or wherever they were going to go. The girls did their thing in how they surrounded me. Even with all the excitement in the student parking lot and the smooth operation of events, a persistent thought bothered me: “Something wasn’t right.” And of course it wasn’t, because members of the football team were back at my locker and were out for blood. Apparently, Tanner quit the football team and blamed me.
There had to be at least ten of them standing there like they owned the place. Things had changed since I’d had my fight with Tanner, and it had upset the hierarchy of the school’s ruling class. Now they were going to set things right by taking me down and taking it back. The biggest one in the group was the mouthpiece, but I didn’t know him and couldn’t care less about doing so.
The girls were ready and willing to take them on, so I gave them a wave off, because I needed to do this on my own, as it was the only way to have this settled once and for all. I readied myself, because this wasn’t going to stop, and I knew it. Mr. Vicks gave me a nod, stepped into his classroom, and shut the door. I didn’t like violence, but sometimes violence begets violence, and you have no other choice.
The guy came in like a rabid dog and threw the first punch. It was easy to dodge. “I’d rather not fight,” I told him as I stepped around his punch.
That seemed to make him madder. “I’ll take your bitches and fuck them when I leave you begging me not to hit you anymore,” he said as he turned to swing again.
The rest of his group charged in, but little did they know that they were about to get their asses handed to them by girls. “I gave you a chance, and you wanted this; remember that” I told him. “They’re all yours, ladies,” I told the girls.
They almost looked giddy when I turned them loose. Tina was the first to land a blow; she jumped, spun, and kicked one guy in the chest. He was down and out, and then she moved to the next. Azi and Moni, looking like the Samoan warriors they are, threw hands like professional boxers, while Moria clotheslined one and kneed another in the nuts.
Dee dropped her guy with a roundhouse kick and another with an elbow to his face. In a matter of seconds, it was just me and my guy that were left. A quick slap to his sciatic nerve dropped him to a knee. I then did the Vulcan neck pinch, and he passed out. It had one adverse effect on him: it caused him to piss his pants. I stepped away from him and waited for SRO Riggs and Principal Pine to show up. With the number of people with their cell phones out, there was no doubt that they had live-streamed the event.
As the tardy bell rang, a commotion caught my attention as Lanna came around the corner with Coach Nettles by his arm. Jennifer went to help Lanna with Coach Nettles, taking him by his other arm. SRO Riggs and Principal Pines were moving swiftly down the hall towards us, and when SRO Riggs saw Coach Nettles, he stopped and placed him in handcuffs.
The hallway was loud with all the other students’ chatter. Principal Pine walked up to me; “Really?” Is all he asked.
“I didn’t start it,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
Principal Pine bent down to check the guy I fought; “Christ, he pissed himself!” then looked at me as the hallway broke out in laughter.
Tina, Azi, Dee, Moni, and Moria moved to my side; “Ladies, first you put on that ‘risqué’ dance performance in the parking lot, and now this!” He said, looking from one girl to the next.
Principal Pine then yelled out, “Everyone in the hall, go to the auditorium and leave the front center row open.”
All the other students left the hallway to do as they were told. As the hall cleared, we could see the carnage of what had happened. The eleven guys that had tried to attack me were all on the hallway floor just starting to regain consciousness. The moans and groans from them made me laugh a little, and when the other boys finally were able to stand, they were sent to the office. We, however, were not.
Mr. Vicks opened his classroom door and stepped out. “You know that Jackson and the ladies weren’t the ones who started this, right?” He said, looking at Principal Pines.
“I know, we could see,” Principal Pines replied to Mr. Vicks.
Most of the boys whom the girls had fought were now sitting on the floor or using the walls and lockers to hold themselves up. Tamara came around the corner and walked over to the girls and me. She did that motherly thing, where she looks you over without saying a word, making sure you’re okay. Happy with what she found, she walked over to Lanna and Jennifer. The guy I fought started to stir, and when he rolled over, the smell hit. It wasn’t just the smell of piss either, as he had shit himself too.
Tina opened the door leading outside to vent the hallway; while the nanites kept us from having to take the brunt of the smell, Mr. Vicks and Principal Pine had. They walked over to the open door and stood there; “You kids get to the auditorium and sit in the front row,” Principal Pine told us. So, we went to the auditorium and sat in the front row and waited. There were about thirty of us students there when, ten minutes later, an announcement was made: “All students are to assemble in the auditorium at this time.”
Twenty minutes later, the auditorium was full of students. Soon SRO Riggs came out to address us; “Today we had a person who was trespassed from this campus get back onto the campus. The person is a former teacher, Mr. Nettles, and he is not allowed on or near the campus or other school functions, period. Do not, and I repeat, do not allow him on the campus for any reason. If you see him on or near the campus or school activity, call 911, and come get me or the nearest teacher. Thank you for listening.”
He then handed the microphone to Principal Pines; “Today we also had a break in student behavior, as several students got into an altercation in the hallway. That altercation caused several students to be expelled, and most are probably at the hospital getting checked out. The students who were expelled started the altercation. Another thing: please don’t dance in the parking lot; it could be dangerous. Now, we’ve had to notify all your parents and guardians about the breach that occurred, and school has been canceled for the rest of today. Those with cars will be escorted to them by a teacher, where you will leave and go home. Schools dismissed,” Principal Pines explained.
There was a lot of whooping and hollering from the other students. We waited for all the other students to leave, and the students who couldn’t be picked up were taken home by school bus. When we left, we went to the shop, and again, there was very little parking room, so we had to park in the back on the grass. The girls went to change, and I went to do some weeding. There were so many swinging dicks in there hoping to get one of the girls to go home with them that it was almost comical.
Some of them wanted to fight me, but I did not! I was in no mood for their shit, so I had Eli call the police. Chief Calloway was the one who responded first, then two more cop cars arrived shortly after him; “What do you have for us today, Jackson?” Calloway asked.
“A lot of knot heads that won’t leave,” I told him.
He turned and addressed the group: “If you don’t want to go to jail, I suggest you leave now, or I will take your asses to jail.”
All but a few left, and the ones who stayed had a legitimate reason to stay. That left the waiting room with three people in it, so Chief Calloway bid us farewell and left. We needed a bigger shop, and we had cars that needed to be fixed in a queue that was a month out. I walked out to the shop proper, and the girls were blaring music. Some had their heads under the hoods of cars, while some were under them. All looked hot in their uniforms, and I felt like tits on a boar hog—useless.
I made myself useful and got lunch for everyone. One at a time, the girls came in and got their food and went back to work. El came over to where I was sitting and asked why I looked down. “Well, everyone is working but me,” I told her.
“Pick a stall and go help,” she replied.
I went out and cupped Andromeda’s ass to get her attention. She turned around and had a grease smudge on the side of her nose, and it was adorable to me. I got a rag and cleaned the smudge and started helping her. Replacing a head gasket on an ‘03 Silverado wasn’t that bad, but the spiderweb of wires and tubing was a headache, though. I went and cleaned my hands and noticed I was missing two of the girls, so I asked around and was sent to the body shop behind the main building.
It wasn’t a big building, just enough room for a single vehicle and the tools to work on it. I opened the door and could see Azi and Tina hooking chains up to a car with some front-end and body damage. “Hello,” I called out; two heads turned around to look at me with smiles on them.
“Hey,” they greeted me back. I walked up to the two and watched as they put the last chains on the car. Really, I was watching their ass’s sway as they worked.
“So, whatcha doin’?” I asked, not having a clue.
“We’re getting ready to straighten the body out,” Azi said to me.
“We’ll get it as close as we can, and our ‘little helpers’ will do the rest,” Tina explained.
“Okay, what kind of car is it?” I asked.
With a lot of enthusiasm, Tina said, “It’s a 2015 Skyline GTR Nismo.”
“Who are we fixing it for?”
“Me silly, it’s my car!” Tina said with a bright smile.
“Oh, that’s cool. Are you sure you won’t want a Camaro or a Mustang?” I asked.
“Nope, I’ve wanted one of these for a while, and this one was cheap, like free cheap.”
“Well, I guess you can’t beat free. Y’all need any help?”
“We will, so hang tight,” said Azi.
When they had finished hooking the chains up, Tina came over and stood to my right, putting her left hand in my left back pocket. Azi picked up a controller of some sort and hit a switch, and the chains tightened up more. After a few times of hitting the switch, she put down the controller and inspected the car. She picked up the controller and used it a couple more times; “I think that got it,” she said with a smile.
We left the building and the car in the control of our ‘little helpers’ and went back to the main shop. The girls prioritized the cars, and the ones that were the easiest got fixed first. With all of them added with nanite enhancements, they were the best mechanics on Earth, and the hottest. By the time we were ready to close, they had cut the waiting period down to fifteen days. We loaded up and took our asses to the house. I was hungry and wanted a shower and some lovin’.