Dreamy
by Seldom (seldomlasts@yahoo.com)
The meeting of Euphegenia and Melvin.


***** AUTHOR'S NOTE *****

Another high school fantasy. Pretty violent. Not meant to be realistic.
This story is not meant to be taken seriously. I have nothing against
football players in general; assholes are found in every walk of life.
As always, feedback welcome.

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Melvin found himself in the all-too-familiar position of being held
upside-down by his ankles and shaken violently.

"See what you get for holding out on us, twirp?" Gary asked sneeringly,
picking Melvin's wallet up off the ground. He thumbed through it and
took out the two dollars left in it. He snorted in disgust. "Hey guys, I
don't think he gets it."

Tony grunted something that might have been laughter and shook Melvin
harder. The small geek's glasses slipped off.

Gary crunched the glasses under his sneaker. "Oops, my bad," he said.
Fulton snorted behind him, eager to get his shot in.

"Hey! Those are a hundred and fifty dollars!" Melvin protested, eyes
shifting blindly.

"Yeah, that's too bad. That's a lot of money for you poor kids, isn't
it?" Gary sneered.

"Fucking assholes!" Melvin shouted, squirming violently but still unable
to escape Tony's grasp.

Gary gasped in mock shock. "Melvin, how rude! Clearly you haven't
learned any manners yet. Maybe we should help him, guys. What do you
think?" Fulton and Tony both laughed this time.

Tony gripped Melvin's ankles tighter and felt bones shift under his
fingers. In his violent Neanderthal mind he dreamed of snuffing the puny
twirp. Maybe he could get away with crushing the geek's ankles? He
squeezed harder and grunted in satisfaction when he felt the brittle
bones snap. Melvin screamed in agony and Tony's cock got hard. That was
fun! He dug his fingers in harder, mangling the ankles while the twirp
wriggled and screamed in his grip.

"Shut up!" Gary shouted and kicked Melvin viciously in the face. Blood
poured over his shoe. He grinned and kicked the pathetic geek again.
"Did you break his fucking ankles?" he asked Tony with interest.

Tony nodded. "Cool!" Fulton said. Gary's smile grew evil and he cracked
his knuckles, flexing his football-sized biceps.

"You know guys," he said, glancing around, "we're all alone here. What
say Melvin here has a little accident?"

Fulton and Tony nodded in aroused excitement. Gary drew back his fist
and plunged it with full force into Melvin's stomach. Several ribs broke
with a wet snap and Melvin flew back into Tony's legs before flopping
forward again, still dangling in Tony's grip. He spasmed and coughed
blood onto Gary's legs.

"Fucking cocksucker!" Gary roared and pummeled Melvin's soft stomach
again.

He was going to die. He knew it. After two years of torture that
occasionally left him with a broken bone or two, they were finally going
to kill him. They could too, they always got away with torturing him
before, and nobody was ever around to witness anything. The golden boys
of the football team always got their way. Melvin was five feet even and
ninety-two pounds soaking wet. He didn't stand a chance.

As he sobbed in pain and terror Gary's fists pounded into his stomach
again and again, until there were no more ribs to break. He drew back
his fist to hammer it down into Melvin's nuts when he heard a feminine
little humming behind him. He turned around to see Euphegenia, a six
foot two willowy blonde with a perpetually spaced-out look, standing
behind him.

"What the fuck?" he said. "Fulton, you're supposed to be watching our
backs!" Fulton sneered at Euphegenia.

"You shouldn't do that to him, you know. It's not very nice," Euphegenia
said dreamily, as if she were discussing a pleasant cloud formation. Her
startlingly large blue eyes shifted over all of them and wandered around
the room, unfocused and unconcerned.

"Fucking bitch," Gary growled. He had asked the tall big-breasted beauty
out multiple times, and each time she had prattled on about something
else, seeming not to have heard him. Nobody turned him down! He was the
fucking quarterback!

In his steroid-driven rage Gary rushed her, intending to carry her off
so she couldn't witness the destruction of their victim. Euphegenia
didn't seem to move, but all of a sudden Gary found himself flat on his
face with a throbbing pain in his ankle.

Fulton glared at the blonde and muttered threateningly. Euphegenia just
blinked slowly and looked down at Gary, seeming surprised. Finally
Fulton roared and took a swing at her.

Euphegenia didn't appear to react, but her slender hand wrapped around
Fulton's thick wrist and, with a casual twirl, she slammed him into the
wall. She let him slump to the floor groaning and cocked her head at
Tony. "Are you going to put him down?" she asked as if nothing had
happened. "I think he's quite hurt. I should take him to the hospital."

Tony snorted in disbelief, not understanding how two of his friends had
ended up on the floor. Surely two huge football players could take care
of one slender big-titted bimbo, even such an incredibly tall one? He
dropped Melvin's broken and bleeding body on the ground and rushed
Euphegenia with a roar.

For the first time her expression changed, not to fear but to
puzzlement, as if wondering what he was up to. As the gigantic
muscle-bound jock reached for her, intending to beat the shit out of
this girl who had interrupted his fun, she fluidly ducked under his arm,
grabbed it, and hopped up onto his back, wrapping her extraordinarily
long legs around his huge waist.

"Huh?" Tony grunted in surprise. His knees buckled under the sudden
unexpected weight, surprisingly heavy for a girl so slender. He grabbed
at her legs, trying to wrench himself free, but to his shock the
soft-looking shapely calves were rock-solid with hard sinewy muscle.
Euphegenia's bulging thighs dug hard into his sides, taking his breath
away and forcing him down on all fours.

The tall blonde looked down at the three hundred pound boy supported
between her legs and sighed softly. "I heard your friend talking about
manners," she said as he futilely pounded his fists against her solid
legs. Seemingly without effort she pulled her legs together. Their
almost absurd length provided extraordinary strength and leverage. Sharp
wet cracks came from his middle and he groaned in pain.

Gary dragged himself to his feet, wincing at the pain in his ankle. He
struck at Euphegenia from the side as she was distracted with Tony,
throwing a hard punch at her face. He didn't see her hand whip up to
block him, but suddenly a loud snap filled the air as she easily broke
his arm.

"Why did you do that?" Euphegenia asked, looking at him with concern.
Gary cradled his arm and went to head-butt her. She struck with the heel
of her hand and drove it through his jaw, snapping his head back and
sending him flying several feet until his head slammed into a wall. He
slid down, unconscious, his ankle bruised, his jaw and arm broken. Blood
gurgled from his lips, suffocating him.

Euphegenia looked down at Tony. "Oops," she said apologetically, her
huge eyes growing even wider with concern, noticing that in her
distraction her deceptively slender legs had crushed more ribs and
flattened his abdomen. A pool of blood spread under his face where he
had coughed it up. She opened her legs and let his unconscious body
slump to the floor.

Fulton had managed to get back on his feet, shaking his head groggily.
He looked at his fallen comrades uncomprehendingly, then up at the
gorgeous blonde, grunting angrily.

Euphegenia's huge expressive eyes looked deep into his. He found himself
calming down, not wanting to hurt such a beautiful creature, the
testosterone slowly ebbing from his blood.

"There there," she said, "you don't want to hurt anyone, do you?" She
favored him with an encouraging smile, lifting his heart. He found
himself nodding dumbly. "Why don't you go call for an ambulance? You
should hurry, I think your friends are dying," she said sadly.

Entranced, Fulton nodded again, wanting to do anything to please her.
"Go on," she said gently, and he turned around, racing for the school's
pay phone, eager to obey.

Euphegenia turned to the two fallen jocks and carefully arranged them so
they wouldn't drown in their own blood before gracefully turning to
Melvin. His eyes were wide in shock and awe. His vision was blurry, but
he had heard the loud cracks of broken bones and could see Euphegenia's
tall slender outline moving toward him.

"Wha--how did--" he stammered.

"Shh," she said, putting one long graceful finger over his bloody lips.
She cocked her head quizically, her drifting eyes finally focusing on
him. "You won the state math tournament last year," she announced
matter-of-factly, like it wasn't at all odd for her to know that.

Melvin nodded shakily. "How did you know that?" he asked, struggling to
get up. Euphegenia gently placed one hand on his chest and he found he
could not move. "How did you do that?" he whispered, trying in vain to
focus on the two unmoving muscle-heads.

Euphegenia followed his wavery gaze and looked almost surprised to see
the two bloody bodies. "Oh, that. I've been taking judo since I was
six," she said, her voice returning to its normal detached tone. "Some
karate and tae kwan do too," she added as an afterthought.

She slipped her arms under the tiny boy and tenderly lifted him, careful
to avoid compressing his broken ribs. She cradled him to her bosom. Her
body was surprisingly hard. The creamy skin was deceptively soft-looking
on her extremely long limbs, but hidden underneath were graceful muscles
carved from steel. The only part of her that was soft, he discovered,
was her large pillowy chest. She allowed him to rest his bloody head on
her big breast while she gingerly stepped past the bloody mess on the
floor. She didn't seem to notice or care about the blood soaking through
her shirt.

"Are they going to be okay? I heard you say they might, um, they
might..." Melvin trailed off. Since every breath shot fiery pain through
his body, he found it hard to feel too sorry for his tormentors.

"They'll live," Euphegenia said, still in that far-off dreamy voice. "I
think they'll have some trouble playing football though. Too bad, I hear
they're quite good..." And with that, she carried Melvin to safety.