Song of Cheer Pt.1
The gym was alive with hundreds of Cheerleaders, going through their routines for the good of Shokushu (and themselves if they knew what was good for them) It was coming close now to the seasonal part of the year, and Shokushu was famous for it's Christmas Cheerleading gala.
It was suprising really, because most people had assumed that the uniforms worn by the exuberant young girls were hardly appropriate for such cold weather, but thanks to Niceman and Stormbringer, all that had changed. The lecture hall had now been converted into a massive staging area, where hundreds of nymphets could be seen gyrating and exuding themselves. Not suprisingly half of the school staff had asked to preside over the practices, but after a lot of thought, (and a months worth of free sex) the role of organiser had been given to Student Prefect Darla Cain Wormwood. Of course, there had been many protests at this, but as soon as either Niceman or Stormbringer suggested the person take it up with Darla herself, the complaints died away quickly, leaving the Student Prefect in charge of close to a hundred young women.
And she was loving it.
She smiled a small smug smile as she watched the students test out their various routines, taking notes and ticking off their performance with a notepad. Not suprisingly the Cheerleaders were very good, far more talented than any she had ever, 'met' before Shoshuku. That was one of the good things about the school. Standards were very high, and very few girls were stupid enough not to give their absolute best during their stay. She rolled her eyes over to the shower room, where several girls were busy soaping themselves, and it seemed from the looks of things each other. She smirked playfully and considered reprimanding them here and now, but then shrugged that notion off. She had plenty of time for that sort of thing.
Darla did another mad little jig and a cackle at being able to pull of this posting, and thanking the masters of Shoshuku, decided to check on some of the less productive students lazing around.
Morgan came running in the room in uniform.
"I can't BELIEVE I'm late," she said as she dashed in and looked for whoever was in charge. She was a young girl of 18, with short blue hair cut in a tight bob, similar to the early twenties 'flapper' style. she was a tall girl, but well spread so she didn't look too thin. Her school Uniform had been thrown on her bed in a huge pile as she had hopped around her room trying to put on the blue black and green Shoshuku Cheer leading uniform. She's been running halfway across the campus, trying to get to the cheer leading practice on time, and no she was so out of breath she felt like an athsmatic after a marathon. She had always loved Cheer leading, and this competition was her perfect chance to be recognised for her skills. Now if only she could find whoever had been left in charge. Word was one of the newer staff members would be taking control, so Morgan wasn't too sure how to play things. Most of the staff were male, and Morgan had heard the stories (she'd even seen and experienced what some of them were like), and she was grateful for the change. The only problem that this new person brought was simple. Morgan didn't know if they were better or worse than her previous teachers.
"I guess Im about to find out" she muttered to herself worried, still out of breath.
Morgan wasn't the only person searching for someone. YoEng#2 was just loping around the campus. Trying to find new places around the school to grab more unsuspecting girl's, which was now considered the number one competitive sport in Shoshuku. The six-foot Tentacled Cyborg had been searching for quite some time now, and he was hungry. Very hungry. Like most of the Denizens of Shoshuku, he was a creature that fed of the energy taken from the sexual pleasure received by the students, and he was hardly going to complain about that. Right now however, he was looking for more energy from the girls, his tastes wanting to experience a different mix of energy, a change from his usual palette.
That and to help regain his memory.
"I've been around every single inch of this school, yet I can't find the right places to get some more girls." he sighed inwardly. "I need more energy to bring out my new self and maybe bringing back my memories. I'm going to back track to older yet populated school areas."
His moves were quiet yet surprisingly graceful for a big bulky Cyborg. His tentacles were useful enough, propelling him across the ceiling and down the ventilation like a gymnastic spider. After a moments thought he then decided to head to the Shokushu gym. Many athlete's would go there to train, and he would be there for them. Waiting.
Noriko Tanaka lingered in the doorway dressed in her gymnastics attire, watching the cheerleaders as they went through their exercises. She wished there was someway she could participate in the event, glancing around the room to see if she could find whoever the person was who the School had left in charge.
"There must be something I can do," she thought as she sought out the right person to speak to, going over in her mind what she had to offer to impress whoever was in charge so she could join. "I'm a great performer and could add some flair to things, I'm certain of it."
After scanning the gym for a few moments without seeing anyone who seemed to be in authority, she headed for the locker rooms, wondering if they may be in the adjoining office.
"Maybe she's in there talking to some of the girls," Noriko mused to herself.
Peeking into the shower area, Noriko saw one girl with a notepad who seemed to be monitoring things.
"Good a person as any," she thought as she made her way over. "Excuse me ... " said Noriko, tapping the girl on the shoulder, "A...are you in charge of the gala? I ... I'm not exactly a cheerleader, but I'd like to participate if I may."
Darla turned around and looked the girl up and down slowly. She had been intending on sorting out the girl's in the shower, but right now it seemed that fate had presented her with something far more interesting. The green haired prefect slinked round her, weighing up her figure, a multitude of thoughts running through her mind.
"Any experience of Cheer leading before?" she asked, a friendly tint to her normally clipped and well spoken voice.
"Well, not much, but I do some gymnastics," said Noriko. Darla regarded her deadpan. After a moment of locking her eyes with Noriko's, the Prefect turned and gestured to a mat from the storage room which someone had left there instead of taking it away.
"Ok, see that mat over there?"
Noriko turned to see where Darla was pointing. "Yes?" she asked.
"I want you to do a triple back flip and running jump, ending in a double turn and split," said Darla casually. "Now."
Noriko sighed deeply for a moment and closed her eyes for a moment, composing herself, before suddenly leaping into action. She turned and launched herself backwards, twisting in mid air and shooting over the space with suprising ease, hands propelling her across the surface. Darla, despite herself, raised an eyebrow at her level of control and watched, smirking.
Noriko continued to flip over, her hands hardly touching the floor as she propelled herself across the room, on her third spin, turning in mid air and landing lightly on her feet, suddenly charging along the mat. Darla raised her other eyebrow and pushed her glasses up. The smirk had turned into a feral grin.
Noriko jumped high into the air and came crashing back down onto the mat swiftly and executed a dizzying twirl, which continued and quickly winded into a split. Darla blinked as she brushed a stray strand of green hair out of her eye, her expression beyond pleasure. This girl was essential. Not only to the team, but also to herself. Darla composed herself quickly and stepped over to Noriko, slipping back into the cool casual official Prefect, inwardly doing the cancan.
"Cool. You're on the team," she said, holding her arm out to Noriko and helping her up, catching a faint whiff of her sent. Her sense of smell revelled in the girls freshly created musk, a product of her incredible exertions.
Noriko smiled brightly, her excitement very obvious as she hopped up, the news making her almost as if she was high on some kind of Narcotic.
'You're on the team.'
The words sang in her ears. She skipped in a circle then shook the girl's hand in what was a most enthusiastic way, grinning from ear to ear. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! My name's Noriko ... Noriko Tanaka! Do I need a uniform? Where should I report next? Oh, you don't know how excited I am to be on the team!" The multitude of questions flowing freely from her lips, her heart pounding in her chest as she didn't even try to restrain herself, almost bouncing of the walls with sheer delight.
"This is going to be soooo much fun," she mused, watching the other girls through the small window in the door frame connecting to the Shower Area. "I'm on my way to being the best on the gymnastics team AND I get to be in the Cheer leading gala." Darla smiled indulgently at the girl, remaining calm yet smiling warmly at the girl. Any other person might have noticed that the way she was smiling seemed to have certain similarities to the smile of a predator, ready to pounce. However, anybody in Noriko's current frame of mind could be forgiven something as subtle as this, so the look passed unnoticed.
"Well Miss Tanaka," said Darla slyly. "Im afraid the uniforms are a little ill designed for this cold climate, but Im sure I can find something to accommodate you. Please follow me." Darla silently danced a mad little jig as she led Noriko to the locker rooms, where they would both be alone, and where she could follow through with what she was planning without risk of disturbance. The problem with this was that she had forgotten about the remaining Cheerleaders left outside, her entire mind focused on this one girl. She was just the thing needed to boost the teams performance, plus she was one of the most attractive girls Darla had seen at Shoshuku. Her bubbly nature only served to highlight her short, petite and very well proportioned body, complete with wide brown eyes and matching hair. Pretty good looking indeed. Darla watched Noriko's smooth leotard-covered body as she walked in front of her into the locker room, her tongue unconsciously running across her bottom lip. This was going to be something Darla would savour for a long time.
"Now then," said Darla, glancing down at her pad in the pretence of running through an official list. First we need to get you a uniform. Kindly strip please so I can get you a fitting one." She said this in her cool casual british voice, but a slight smirk tugged at the corner of her lips at the anticipation of what was to come. Noriko, ever the sweet and trusting soul, simply shrugged as she started to take off the leotard, simply accepting Darla's word.