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A Tall Order (Wingshadow & I)

3ngag3

Supernova
Joined
Jan 9, 2009
Location
The Pits of California
Being the bad boy on campus is actually quite tough. Punks are always trying to pick fights with you. Teachers and staff think you're a delinquent and don't treat you in a favorable light. Girls are into you, but they're too scared to do anything if you're nearby because of your reputation. The list goes on and on. Antonio Lane certainly fit the bill of a bad boy, but he seemed to take it all in stride. Hell, he seemed to thrive off of it. Everywhere he went, he knew he either commanded fear or respect. No one could touch him, not even the Principal. He felt at home when he was at Ajin High School and if someone wanted to do something about it, they would have to bring an army in order to do so. But this eighteen year old junior wasn't always going against the system. In fact, up until Middle School, he had spent most of his youth being bullied and harassed. If it weren't for a chance encounter with a demon, he might have never built up the courage to take a stand and begin looking out for number one.

Of course, the term demon may be a bit of an overstatement. He...or she, certainly fought like one. Antonio had gotten on the wrong side of some punks as they were trying to shake down some nerd for lunch money. They cornered him and were beating him up pretty good when a figure in a long jacket with a Japanese symbol which he later learned read 'Demon' (and thus making him believe one saved him) swooped in and just completely cleaned house. It was too bad both his eyes were swollen and the person didn't say a word, otherwise he would have been able to identify their gender. The only thing he remembered was that jacket and that he or she was tall, probably a high schooler or an adult. If he ever met that person again, he would probably take them out for a drink out of gratitude...
 
Chou Yamashita would have epitimized the shy girl, if only one detail about her had differed. She stood much taller than the rest of her fellow classmates, a good half a foot taller than the average female and a good deal taller than most of the boys as well. She spent most of her time alone, however, shying away from anything even remotely competitive, be it sports or class activities, which gave her a reputation around school for being both unabitious and uncommited. She had few friends as a result, despite a few admirers here and there who mostly looked out for her physical appearance. As a result, she found herself a target for bullying on occasion, but unfortunately for them, the vertically gifted young high school girl carried a heavy secret on her shoulders...

Rumors circulated around the school about a demon, a vicious vigilante who would seek out those who preyed upon the weak. None of Antonio's classmates had actually encountered this person, but the known fact that several students from the same school had been sent to the hospital with injuries of varying severity did nothing to dispell the stories that began to whirl about the corridors. stories about fights were nothing special, but the fact that no official word concerning disiplinary action was ever voiced added fuel to the flames. Granted, most students simply dismissed the rumors as baseless conjecture, but not everyone took the same stance on the issue.

In any case, Chou spent little time considering the rumors. In fact, she had far more pressing matters to attend to as she hurried down the hall toward the library with her arms full of books. A few boys glanced at her as she ran, catching a glimpse of her toned legs and narrow waist, and those oh-so-delightful breasts of hers that were not too large but also reasonably larger than average. The fact that they were also a bit higher made them easier to glance at without being terribly obvious about it. Chou ignored the stares, however, as she was used to drawing unwanted attention, although their gaze still made her feel more than just a little self-concious.
 
Even with the rumors of a demon running roughshot over the delinquents causing trouble for everyone, it didn't deter a few special idiots from getting their rocks off at everyone else's expense. Unfortunately for Chou it would be her turn today. There were some who already knew about her and constantly teased her about her height and reserved demeanor and with her reluctance to fight back, it made their harassment just a little more bold and brazen. They would call her such names as 'Ostrich Legs' or 'Beanstalk Girl' or worse things that would warrant a sexual harassment lawsuit. But there were some that planned on going a little farther than that today.

Two rather punk-ish looking students began following the girl, waiting until she got to her locker. There, they would close in on her and consume their prey like the wild jackals they were. "Well, well, what have we got here?" The first punk with a shaved head and black edged sunglasses oozed from his mouth. "If it ain't the freak with the chicken legs!" The other punk, sporting a pompadour and a nose ring chimed in. "Hey now bro! Don't call her a freak! I mean, look at that body of hers. She's a fiiiine little specimen if I do say so myself." This was followed by a slobber that could only be considered sexual in nature. "Yeah, I think you're right," the bald punk continued. "For chicken legs, they certainly are slender, aren't they babe?"

At this point, the bald punk's eyes begin leering at Chou's legs like they were actual chicken legs right off the grill and ready to eat. Of course, his version of 'eat' would put his morality into question and if it weren't obvious enough he slowly begins to drag his finger up said leg as if to get a feel for the prize he was about to take. He reached the hem of her skirt before a sick chuckle escaped his lips and he began to lift the skirt in order to see the rest of those so called 'chicken legs'. That, or get a peek at the panties she was wearing today...
 
Chou did not immediately put together what the two deliquent students intended. She first glanced at them when they spoke to her, flinching as the shaved punk hurled a scathing insult at her. Despite being taller than both of them, she appeared visibly intimidated, shrinking away from the pair until her back pressed against the lockers. Her eyes grew wide and her breath caught in her throat as they bantered back and forth, eating her up with their lustful eyes. She shook her head in protest, "No... Wait..." Her voice came out soft and unassertive, but wether they aknowledged it or not she was not speaking up for herself. No, she spoke up for their own sake as well.

She could feel it rise up within her, the part of her that she buried deep inside, the part that she had gone days, weeks, or even months without rising to the surface. It bubbled up within her, pressing against the resistance she had built up over years of conditioning. Her cheeks flushed with emberassment and heat, her arms and legs shivering with fright, both for what they wished to do to her, and for what would happen to them should they continue.

His hand reached out regardless, heedless of her warning as his fingers touched the soft skin of her thigh. She closed her eyes tightly, looking away as she caught her breath, remaining silent as he lifted the edge of her skirt. Inch by inch he revealed her long legs, nicely toned while remaining distinctly feminine in form, an oddity considering her apparent dislike for physical activity. As he lifted her skirt higher, he gradually revealed her simple pale blue panties, a view he would doubtless appreciate as they concealed her delicate flower between her long, lucious legs.

"Please... Don't..." Chou whispered.
 
The two horny idiots, confident in their ability to take advantage of this girl's innocence, were so engrossed in their efforts that they failed to realize an actual threat was coming their way. What they also failed to realize was that they were engaging their activities in front of his locker. Antonio's locker, that is. If it wasn't going to be bad enough for them, they would soon realize that he came packing. He found a quality branch from a fallen tree which was just thick enough to act as a club or be whittled down into some kind of wooden sword. He didn't have any plans on using it today, but seeing these two punks in the general vicinity of his territory was enough to make him want to change his mind.

As the punk were just getting the full view of Chou's blue panties, The bald one suddenly felt something very heavy rest on his shoulder. He turned to see who actually had the guts to try and step in on their fun and when he did, he looked like he saw the vision of death itself. He began to shake in fear as a cold sweat dripped down his forehead while the other did the same as Antonio began to speak. "Would you little bastards mind telling me what the hell you're doing in my personal space?" He asked with a bit of a sneer. The response was naught but stuttering and whimpering before one of them actually made out a coherent sentence.

"N...nothing Mr. Antonio sir," the bald one said. "W...we was just having a nice conversation with this girl here, yeah? We didn't know we was in your space..." This garnered a look from Antonio in Chou's direction. It was pretty clear that wasn't what these two were doing, not that he cared in the first place. He was more pissed that there were people in his space. "So, you like having conversations, huh?" Antonio continued. "Maybe you'd like it better I use this nice stick here to put you in the hospital for a few weeks. Then you can talk to each other all you want..." This was enough to make the two punks immediately turn tail and run screaming out of the building, unwittingly saving Chou from what would have been a most humiliating situation.
 
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