Chapter 13

Back to school. All the kids seemed so young, somehow. Having a secret fortress with labs, shops. forges, greenhouses, secret exits, a kitchen and bedrooms with full baths had made their summer seem like they were living as adults, somehow. Although, Steetch still played Video Games on the huge flatscreen TV, beating the figurative pants off of the others. Except for Axorie, who for one didn't wear pants or even panties, and secondly, cheated. It was an interesting thing about Axorie, if she sat on your lap, or gave you a hug, you not only knew she was nude, but it felt like you were nude too. Freaky didn't even have to take off his clothes to make love with her, a truely 'zippless fuck'. Well, aside from the bunching and cramped style, and the emission control. Still, having to change your boxers frequently was a small price to pay.

However, when Axorie started getting bored sitting in Freaky's classes with him, she could be annoying. Imagine being a sixteen year old highschooler, and having an invisible hot wanton naked girl start giving you an oral pleasuring right through your clothing. Perhaps you can see the difficulties facing poor poor Freaky. Even with sitting in the back of class, the teacher at least could tell that something untoward was happening. "Cut that out!" Freaky fiercely thought at Axorie. Alas, she didn't listen, and continued to bedevil him. It was a terrible distraction, and it would have affected Freaky's grades, if he couldn't just ask Axorie for any answers he wanted for the Exams.

Steetch started taking Sports, mainly just for a joke, but it turned out he was really really good, at all the sports he went out for, even without using his personal anti-gravity. But, of course he did. He went from being the total klutz to the star of the football, basketball, hockey, rowing, LaCrosse, wrestling, track and field, and swimming teams. Of course the jocks he displaced didn't appreciate this, and tried to demonstrate their disapproval behind the cafeteria after school, so Steetch kicked all their butts for them. All at the same time. They quickly became resigned to their diminshed status. All the Society Females wanted a piece of Steetch, but Hardcase was more than equal to the task of fending them off, and keeping Steetch in line. It only took a few days for the word to get out, but it wasn't a pretty few days. The lunchroom the next day looked like a war zone, all of the jocks sporting bruises and splints and bandages and neck braces and fat lips and nose packing and crutches in various combinations, and all of the cheerleaders and female members of the student councel showing scratches and missing patches of hair and ripped clothing and broken fingernails and stockings with runs in them. Some of them had been crying, if Hardcase had verbaly abused them as well.

There had been talk of wearing their costumes to school, but that idea was narrowly voted down. Freaky was disappointed, he had been looking forward to sharing his "The ArchMage" persona with his fellow students. Axorie had abstained in the vote, since noone would see her weather or not she wore a costume. Freaky consoled himself by considering himself as 'The ArchMage' anyway, but in disguise. He used his awesome powers to make water fountains misbehave, and continued to encourage strange winds to afford visual entertainment. The second day of school only a few exibitionists wore skirts or dresses. The girls also drank bottled water, to avoid any additional imprompteu 'wet teeshirt contests' He can hardly be blamed, with the way Axorie was constantly teasing and tormenting him, though, can he? Luckly Hardcase was too distracted with her own problems to notice.