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Subject: {ASSM} Physical Education (fm, femdom, rom, slow)
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Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2008 02:10:02 -0500
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Physical Education (fm, femdom, rom, slow, viol)

by Leowulf

In which Sally helps protect Percy from some unkind students

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Physical Education

"Wow!  Percy, look at those girls!"  Ira Levinow said, nearly breathless.

Percival Avonlea looked appreciatively, as the East High Lady Wildcats
strolled their way, headed toward the drill field.  Twelve of the hottest
girls in school, dressed in skimpy cheerleader uniforms, walked with the
casual assurance of young ladies very used to being ogled and admired by
every male they met.

Max Polanski's low whistle as the girls neared made both of his friends
blush and whisper for him to stop.  One of the first cheerleaders noticed
the three boys and turned her head as she walked past gossiping with her
friends, making it very clear that the three little nerds were beneath her
notice.

One girl in particular caught Percy's attention.  She was a little plumper
than her peers - more properly, she looked a little less emaciated.  Her
long, blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her largish breasts
tented the front of her top enticingly.

As these flawless examples of feminine beauty sauntered past, Percy
responded as most boys his age to the sexual signals the girls, especially
the bosomy blonde, were sending.  His private parts felt warm, his penis
growing and swelling in his pants.

The small teen felt a rush of pleasure as he swelled into the soft fabric of
the panties that had been wrapped around his penis that morning.  He was
immediately reminded of the owner of those panties, who rescued him, and who
allowed him to ... to - "

The blonde noticed Percy noticing her, noticed the bulge in his pants.  She
gave him an irritated look.  At his bashful blush and mumbled "hello" the
girl just shook her head, her face clearly showing her destain.  She
returned to talking with her small, barbie-doll friends.

The young scholar was not surprised at her total rejection, girls like her
clearly outclassed geeks like himself and his friends.  Still the feeling of
dejection was hard to ignore, even as he followed her wiggling backside with
the stubborn lust born of adolescence.

A look at Ira showed that he too felt rejected and undesirable.  "It's a
nerd's life," consoled Percy.  "Best just to admit failure and go on.
Besides, there are several nerdettes at this school, I'm sure."

"Hey fuckheads!"  All three boy's jumped at the gravelly sound of Coach
Piltdown's voice.  Guiltily they pried their eyes off the backsides of the
cheerleaders and turned towards their fat, balding teacher.

"Do youse guys wanna stop ogling the pussies and join our class?"  He said.
"I SAID NOW!"  The three jumped and ran over.

"Don't sweat it, geeks," said Tom Andrews, one of the jocks in class.  "You
wouldn't be able to tap those pussies anyway."

The three boys knew the laughter the rest of the class shared was at their
expense, but they were also intelligent enough to know when not to take
themselves too seriously.

"Awright, settle down, youse punks!"  Coach Piltdown got back to business.
"Now as I wuz sayin', after we get the sissy gymnastics outta the way, we
get to do some boxin'."

Grizzly didn't have to wait to get to fighting.  Ditching her boring-ass
History class, she was getting busy in the back parking lot, wrestling with
one of her posse, a big kid named Sam Walks Tall.  She took a couple bruises
before she was able to get the older kid on his back saying he'd had enough.

"Come on, Griz" big Sam said.  "Get off - I ain't your pasty little
girlfriend!"

"Yea Griz," said Lisa Polanski, a Junior and one of the Anglos the group had
allowed into their circle.  "What's your little darling doing now, anyways?"

"He's in gym class."  Grizzly gave Sam a hand and pulled him to his feet.
"Probably bored because he's exercising his body instead of that big brain."

"You know," she smiled.  "I think I'll drop by there and cheer my princess
up!"

Just then, Percy could use some cheer.  Coach Piltdown had his class run two
laps and then call it a day.  "That's called incentif, ladies - yer fast an'
tough; you get outta here early."  He glanced down at the three pansies he
already knew wouldn't prove either of those.  "Yer a weak little pissant,
you gotta stick around longer!"

In their defense, it wasn't as easy to run in street clothes - they'd just
now been issued their PE uniforms.  And to their credit all three small boys
made it a fourth of the way around the track; a thrilling 12.5% of their
goal, Percy quickly calculated.

The rest of the team began lapping them between fourth and half way around.
"On your left" was quickly followed by "Outta the way, faggot!"  And that
was followed by an assortment of invectives directed at them, some of which
Percy hadn't heard before.

"Oh yes," panted Ira, his cheeks ruddy from running ahead of his pals.  The
motivational power of peer pressure was quite impressive.  "Calling us worse
names - gasp - will easily expand our musculature."

"And," gasped Percy.  "And surely remove the calcium building up in those
muscles."

"On your left, gentlemen!" called a speed-walking Nate Johnson.  The
exertion certainly didn't help the obese boy's usually enchanting baritone.
At least their black friend didn't call them any bad names."

"Hey guys," Max called between breaths.  They'd just finished lap one and
Ira wanted to run again, by which the boy meant jogging.  "Pretty girls at 9
o'clock."  The cheerleading team was practicing some routines, getting the
new members up to speed.

'And getting our members up in the process.'  thought Percy.  He knew those
perfect examples of femininity thought less of the three small teens than
they did of the turf beneath their feet.  And he knew that when they noticed
them there panting, that their sly smiles and more expansive gestures were
but a tease, the punishment of Tantalus.

"Ah, the unattainable."  Ira looked less like he was going to die of
exertion, and more suffering from the bouncing, jiggling feast just 10 yards
away, just an eternity beyond their grasp.

"Most certainly," Percy agreed.  "Today is all about what I cannot have."

"At least we can dream, gentlemen."  Max sighed.  "At least we can dream."

Percy had just noticed the shadow overlaying his own when he felt the heavy,
painful tapping of a large finger on his shoulder.  A football player
warning them away from his property, no doubt.

He turned to see Grizzly standing there, towering above him.  Silhouetted by
the sun, the girl appeared surrounded by its radiance, even more angelic
than earlier.  He briefly wondered how she could keep getting more beautiful
each time one laid eyes on her.  His breath caught in his throat, his mouth
hung open.  He didn't mean his "hello" to sound so worshipful.

Little princess probably didn't notice Grizzly's hands balled into tight,
Percy-killing fists.  She had only just noticed them herself.  She told part
of herself that she was only going to talk to the boy.  Tell him those
pansy-assed little cupie dolls only wanted to hurt him.

Seeing her Percy standing there within hugging distance, looking at her like
she was the White Buffalo Woman and the Virgin Mary and every other goddess
there was, she couldn't actually tell him anything.  She felt so protective
of her vulnerable little darling, so tender toward him.  For the rest of her
life, Grizzly would never be able to admit to herself that she'd fully
intended to put him in the hospital for betraying her, abandoning her for
those sluts on the field.

And when she heard her precious little girlfriend breathe "hello" like she
was his whole world, she almost came again right there on the running
track.  She could feel her clit shudder with the sound of his voice, shivers
of pleasure ran through her strong, heavy body.  She gasped.

In that instant, Grizzly knew in her innermost being that she could never,
ever harm Percival Avonlea.  The very thought of anything hurting him made
her hurt inside.  She cared more for her Percy more than she thought she
could care for anyone; in fact, she cared even more than she herself knew
she did.  If she had the spirit of the Grizzly Bear, Percy was her cub.

"Hey Percy," Max said.  He whispered almost reverently, as though the field
had become a huge, open-air cathedral.  "Is this - "

Percy nodded.  His own voice a whisper, he said "Grizzly!"

"You little girls blow while I talk to my princess."  The big girl smiled at
them.  A genuine smile; Percy knew that Grizzly was as honest as they came.
Her friendly expression reinforced her words.  Percy wanted to tell his
friends that her calling them girls was a _good_ thing; it meant she liked
them.

But before he could speak, the pair had started running their second lap.
In the middle of the running track, with the whole cheerleading team and a
few students straggling by, Percy felt he and Grizzly were alone together.

Grizzly picked up Percy like she picked up Dick Talus earlier, but more
tenderly.  When their eyes were level, the big girl slipped a hand under his
backside, and held his shoulders with the other.  Percy didn't care that she
was holding him like a child, he was enraptured by her.  His heart pounded
in his chest.

Then she kissed him.  Percy felt her lips, strong and full, against his
own.  He surrendered to her lips, to her tongue, to her embrace.  To her.
His orgasm was as unexpected as it was powerful.  The small teen's whole
body felt like it convulsed in wave after wave of intense pleasure, starting
in his private parts and radiating from there.

He'd come before at his own hand several times, God bless the Internet and
porn, but this was wholly different.  Percy felt helpless in his orgasm, and
he knew that Grizzly knew that simply her embrace and her kiss had brought
forth his orgasm.  It was as if she could make him come on command.  He knew
they would always see each other like this.

His wonderful Grizzly held him afterward, her breasts soft and heavy against
his chest, her arms warm and strong, her lips so kissable.  The stayed there
a few seconds, whispering their love to each other.  Percy meant every word.

As tenderly as she lifted him from the ground, Grizzly set Percy on his
small feet thereupon.  Then she took his small, thin-boned hands in her
large, soft ones.

"Now listen, sweetness.  Stay away from the cheerleaders; they are _all_ out
to hurt you.  They might smile and be nice, but they're just trying to hurt
you."  Grizzly's eyes bored into his own until at last he nodded.  She
continued, "and stay away from the jocks.  I don't want you involved in any
problems I have with them, understand?"  Percy nodded more readily this
time.

"Okay Percy, tell me the truth."  Grizzly smiled wryly.  "Do you have to run
around here on those thin little legs, or were you three girls just scoping
out the poisoned candy?"  She nodded toward the cheerleaders, who were
continuing to practice while studiously ignoring the two outcasts.

"Yes ma'am," Percy said.  He wondered why it was so natural to address a
fellow student like that.  He decided it just did.  "To both.  We have to
run another lap before we're done, but we stopped to watch them bounce
about."

Grizzly didn't know which was more endearing - that he told her the truth so
plainly, or that he blushed so bashfully while doing so.  She decided it was
both.  Impulsively, she hugged the small boy.  Then she let go; she knew she
had to be strict.  Safety first and all.

Percy's small, shy friends had just finished their lap and were standing a
few paces off, looking at the two.  Good timing.  Grizzly pushed her
girlfriend over with the other two and looked as stern as she could bear.
"Okay, little girls.  You got an eyeful of the stuck-up white chicks
bouncing their titties and wiggling their little asses in your face.  Now
you can just stay away from them."

She stepped a pace closer, looking down at the boys.  They all looked
nervous.  She hoped they were.  "If any of you three little princesses says
more than "hi" to any of those no-good, lying, two-faced little bitches, _I
will punish you_."

She was silent a few seconds to let the three darlings absorb those last
four words.  Laying a big hand on her Percy's shoulder and another on that
of Lisa's little brother, the big girl encompassed all three.  She asked,
"Understand, girls?"

Grizzly smiled broadly at the three heads nodding sincerely.  The smart ones
were always so cute.  "Now you two go on home, and you - " she kissed her
Percy on the forehead.  "You run your other lap so Piltdown doesn't come out
here and bust your balls.

As Grizzly walked Ira and Max away from the cheerleaders, who were just
finishing their practice, Percy made his way along the track.  Jogging a
fourth of the way, walking a fourth, jogging some more.  A brief stop to
cough up a lung and then wheeze asthmatically, then walking the rest of the
way.  He was winded; breathing was like dragging a ragged saw along his
throat and into his lungs.

Tommy was waiting by his book bag.  He had come down off the bleachers when
the cheerleaders finished their practice for the day.  He smiled as the
smaller teen came limping up to him.

"All hot and sweaty," an exhausted Percy gasped.  "And I haven't even had
sex."

The two laughed at his joke, and Tommy said, "you will, girlie, give her
time."

"What do you mean, Tommy?"  Had he already seen Harmony?  Was she going to
set Percy up with a nice, if plain, nerdette?

"Pussy - I'm sorry."  Tommy blushed at mispronouncing Percy's name.  "For
such a smart girl, you sure are dumb sometimes!"

The small teen picked up his book bag as they left the bleachers.

"You want me to get those for you?"  Tommy considerately offered.

"No thanks, Tommy."  Now it was Percy's turn to blush.  "I can carry my own
books."

The smaller boy was lightheaded from his exertion, and the bigger boy was
looking at the smaller one, trying to see what could make his cousin fall
for him.  Neither noticed the four hulking brutes waiting ahead, near the
gym lockers.

"Hey kid!"  Dick Talus stepped out of the shadows, blocking the path to the
front of the school.  He smiled broadly, but Percy noted the smile didn't
reach his cold, hard eyes.  "Come here, we need to talk."

"Can't just now,"  Tommy took half a step to put Percy behind him.  He
didn't stop walking, so neither did the smaller teen.  "We're in a hurry,
but we'll talk tomorrow, cool?"

"Not you, Tonto," Dick reached out a massive hand and pushed Tommy aside.
"I'm talking to your little butt-buddy here."

"Per, perhaps," the small teen's pride told him he was still out of breath
from running.  He managed to stammer, "perhaps another time, Dick."

"What'd you call my friend, punk?"  the aggressive statement accompanied
another older teen stepping out of the shadows.  Like Talus, he had the
letter jacket of a varsity athlete.  Startled by the sharp words, and the
teen's sharp expression, he backed up a step.  "No, no, man.  I'm just
playing wit'you.  It's all good."

"We really need to go now," the loyal Tommy ran to stand between the smaller
boy and the two jocks.

"Geez, don't you people listen?"  A third older varsity player came over.
He rushed at Tommy, a fist the size of a ham crashing into the boy's
stomach.  He crumpled to the asphalt, holding his gut.

"Tommy!"  small, slight teen knelt beside his friend.  Gingerly he helped
his protector to his feet.

"Please, leave us alone."  Percy tried to keep his voice even.  "I promise
we'll talk later, Dick."

"Sorry, kid; 'fraid we can't do that."  Percy stared up at yet another older
teen in a varsity jacket.  His voice held mock-sympathy.  "Dick wants to
talk now, and you might not have a 'later'."

The four football players - Percy noted the small football on their letters
- laughed at that.  It wasn't a pleasant laugh.  For the second time that
day, the young teen had the feeling of a small prey animal, confronted by
predators.  "Okay guys talking's always a good idea lets talk," the very
worried little boy spat out quickly.

"Yea," Dick said.  "That's the ticket.  Percy didn't see the blow coming,
but Tommy did.  He pulled the smaller boy aside just in time to catch Dick's
rough, calloused fist square in the eye.  The football player turned red
with rage.  "Okay, kemosabe!  You wanna share what's coming to your little
girlfriend here, you got it!"

Percy was so impressed with Tommy's bravery.  The larger boy quickly pushed
him against the wall and stood in front of him.  Just in time for all four
varsity football players to rain down blows on him.  Tommy didn't last long,
but he stood his ground.  The smaller boy hoped he could be that brave.

Percy wasn't sure what happened after that.  The doctor said he'd suffered a
concussion, so he couldn't be sure if any of it happened at all.  He had
images of being punched in the face, in the gut, of falling beside Tommy, of
being kicked.

Dear God, the rest couldn't have happened.  Images of Dick unzipping his
fly, of fighting the older teen's huge penis away from his face.  Images of
being turned over onto his tummy, of fighting to keep his pants from being
pulled down.

The last thing Percy remembered - or thought he remembered - was crying out
for Grizzly, wishing for her as hard as he could.  And then seeing her above
him, her face full of fury, like an avenging angel, or like a bear
protecting her young.

Grizzly wasn't sure what happened after she got there.  After she got the
two little girls away from the white trash on the field, the big girl stood
around in front of the school waiting for her girlfriend to finish trying to
be athletic.  But when her good cousin Tommy didn't show up with her sweet
little princess, she grew worried.

It was pure instinct that drew her running to the corner near the gym
lockers.  When she saw Tommy - her responsibility Tommy - laying in a bloody
pile, something snapped.  But when she saw her Percy, saw what those
assholes had done to her little girlfriend, saw _what they were going to do
to her princess_, it gave way completely.

The doctor who bandaged her ribs and had her head and wrist x-rayed said the
concussion was mild, but may have affected her memory.  She just wished she
could remember what she did to those Anglo fucks.  She hoped it was
painful.  Very painful.

What she did know for certain was that Percy was safe.  Grizzly's sprained
wrist, three cracked ribs, the cut on her leg - a fucking artery! - and the
concussion were worth protecting her Percy.  Her girlfriend.  Her very
heart.  Hell, it was a bargain.

--

A few people knew exactly what happened.  Simon Red Horse reviewed the
security camera footage from both angles.  Copied it and sent a copy to the
Tribal Council and to his precinct.  All four youths would be hospitalized
for months.  In a cruel irony, Dick Talus would need reconstructive surgery
before he would regain the use of his penis.  Three of the jocks had real
big-shots for parents.  All were rich.  After seeing the tapes, none would
dare bring assault charges against Grizzly.

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