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¸¸♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸¸Punishment for the Crime¸¸♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸¸
Ebony and Ivory sat in the back of the advanced placement English classroom waiting for the school day to start. The rest of the class, who had taken little notice of them until the past weekend, all gathered in the front of the classroom whispering as they traded glances at the twins. The pair took a silent pride in being recognized as who they were once again. They smiled to each other as the teacher walked into class and the other students fell silent.
“Ever take your seats,” the otter said as she walked to her desk. “Also, to the Sisters Luitar, your presence has been requested in the main office.” When the teacher instructed the twins to leave, the classroom erupted in whispers once again.
“Yes Miss Waters,” the twins echoed in unison as they stood up to leave, certain that they knew what the office call was about. They wagged their hips as the pair walked out of the room with an air of confidence, not wanting to show just how much they dreaded getting called down to the office.
Once they were in the hall walking, Ivory asked, “You think the others were called also?”
“No shit, we are all going to get ripped a new one for this, but it was so worth it. The looks on their faces. I even think I saw that bull faggot in the audience. What do you think he will do the next time he sees the dragon?”
“Shit his pants,” the lighter-colored feline said with a smile, “Or get stupider and lash out more. Either way, I feel for him, He’s in hir gym class.”
As the pair walked into the office, they were greeted by the sight of the rest of the group seated in the row of chairs lined up against the wall. “You can have a seat, ladies. Headmistress Gaithers will be with you in a moment,” the jackalope said as he waved to the last two seats in the row.
The twins both bowed and echoed, “Go raibh maith agat a dhuine uasail,” before they took their place in the row. They giggled as they got a strange look from the office worker. They looked at the others, a stark contrast to what they were expecting as a whole. Jabysis sat with her arms crossed, Rod with his usual ‘like I care’ look on his muzzle, and Vic, her head in a book for what they thought must have been the first time in years.
The group knew their drummer was having a hard time keeping up in her classes and often went out of their way to help hir keep hir grades up. The hermaphrodite fennec-goat hybrid was never the best of them academically, but shi was the one that really brought them together, defending the twins even before she knew them.
“I can assure you, Miss Gaithers,” the group looked up as their manager walked out of the office with the headmistress, “Nothing like that will happen again on my watch.”
The older shrew looked at the lion sternly as she said, “You'd better hope it doesn’t.” She then looked over at the members of the band and ordered, “Get in here. Now!”
The group all stood and walked into the office and jumped as the door slammed behind them, “What were you thinking? Setting fire to a school uniform, endangering students, staff and guests with unauthorized pyrotechnics. Then to just leave without finishing what you were here to do. If it was not for Mister Marks and ‘The Dream Mind Records’ you would all be cleaning out your lockers right now.”
She turned and looked at the group as she ordered them again, “Sit.” the group taking seats in the hastily-arranged chairs, obviously brought into the room to accommodate the five of them. “I can’t let this incident go overlooked. It undermines the authority and order we maintain here at Chimera Prep. What do you think I should do? What should your punishments be?”
The group sat quietly, Ebony and Ivory looked at each other as the shrew waited for a response, and received only silence from the group.
“You’ve all been given more leniency than you deserve, because we are aware of the conditions you were living in before coming to this school. That is over as of now. I’ve conducted my research on your little band,” Miss Gaithers spat the final word with a bit of derision. “And you have some skills that I think can be used to reconcile your little transgression against this fine institution.”
The entire group exchanged confused glances as Jabysis raised her paw, “If this has anything to do with the music program…”
“Think again, Miss Starstalker; it’s not going to be that easy.” Her eyes snapped to Victoria and Rodrick, “Our pep squad has been the only team in our school that has not placed in competitions over the past few years.” The pair of teens exchanged confused glances as the shrew spoke. “They have been neglected for the more prestigious football and volleyball teams which are both doing well. I think you two can give the team the boost, and recognition they need to become successful.”
“Miss Gaithers,” Rodrick started to say, “Between classes, homework, and our obligations with the record label I don’t…”
A grin crossed the older woman’s face as she cut him off. “That’s just what I was discussing with your manager. As of today, you two will be expected to be on the practice field with the cheerleaders and Pep Squad three afternoons a week. You will be expected to try out and earn your places on the teams, as well. If you don’t make the team, if you miss even one practice, if you do anything to jeopardize your ability to stay on the team or their success, if your grades dip below the requirement to stay on the team, you and your entire little group will be expelled. And I can assure you that an expulsion would not only be seen as a waste of your label’s money and bad publicity, but it would also be the end of your contract with them. It would bring an end to everything you have worked so hard to achieve. Do I make myself clear?”
The group all nodded in acknowledgment. “Good, now get out of my sight and get back to class.”
Victoria changed into her Gym uniform as shi normally did every day as she ignored the commotion and whispers around her. Being the center of attention without anyone willing to approach hir was nothing new. It was, in fact, a welcome change to the few whispers about her gender. Shi just wondered how the revelation of hir identity would affect the group she had been paired up with. Shi had grown to enjoy the time with the trio who didn’t seem to care about hir being a hermaphrodite, and stuck up for each other at every turn.
Shi walked over to the bleachers, not far from where she usually met up with Tabby, Torben, and Rachael. But shi didn’t want to be right there, in case they didn’t want to have anything to do with hir anymore. It wouldn’t have been the first time somebody would drop hir because they found out about hir.
Victoria was not too worried about the day, even if any of the students had already started to talk about hir amongst themselves. Miss Pryde had said something about splitting the class into teams to play baseball this week, a game she was only mildly unskilled at. She only had issues hitting the ball any decent distance. Running the bases and avoiding getting tagged was never an issue for hir. Shi had decided shi would just wait for the coach to put her on whatever team. The only thing Victoria was hoping for was that no one would put hir in a position that would jeopardize what the band had accomplished, or the opportunity for the rest of her friends to get an education, even if shi was destined to fail out in the near future.
“That was an impressive display the other day,” Torben said as he and the rest of her small group approached. “Why didn’t you tell us you’re in a band? You’re pretty awesome on the drums, and the pyrotechnics were a great touch.”
The fennec scoffed as she said, “Impressive? It was just a ‘Go Fuck Yourself, Marblecliff’ set. Didn’t even get to the fun part until we left.” She looked up at the trio and said, “We were told not to tell anyone. The label wanted the return show to be a surprise.” She smiled mischievously as she added, “And hell if they weren’t surprised.”
Tabby giggled slightly as she responded, “Yeah, but I don’t think the label wanted to be among the surprised. Torben’s right, though, you guys were great. I’ve never heard of you before that. What language was that?”
“Irish Gaelic,” Victoria replied, “The twins’ grandparents taught it to them, and it goes with the folk rock sound. It’s a lot better if you get the full show… so I hear.”
“I think we’d like that,” Rachael, the gray tabby cat said. “Next time, let us know ahead of time, and we’ll be there. That is, if there is a next time. How long are you guys going to be here?”
“I give it a month tops before I fail out or we fuck up again. Having to join the cheer team isn’t gonna help matters, either,” shi sighed as she thought about the fact that the entire band depended on her academics and ability to stay on a team with furs shi didn’t know.
“Why would you fail out?” the big bear said, folding his arms over his chest and shifting his weight to one footpaw.
“Nothing big, just math, science, history, English... You know, the subjects that don’t carry a beat. Never was good at any of it. And after the show, if my grades drop… or more like if I don’t get them up, we’re all out of here.”
“I see,” Rachael said. The three teens fell silent and exchanged knowing glances. Tabby smiled and gave a quick nod, while Torben winked. The feline looked back at Vic and said, “Surely you know someone that could help you out.”
The fennec hybrid shrugged as she said, “The twins are in advanced classes and have more work than three of me. Joby and Rod are doing okay. They all help me as much as they can, and we might have been fine until Miss Gaithers sent down the life or death sentence that pivots on me and Rod making and staying on a team. Not sure if you noticed, but I’m not much of a team player. Then having to keep ‘B’s in my classes is...” Shi trailed off for a moment before she continued, “I think Miss Gaithers set us up to fail with this punishment, and she’s right; there’s no way in Hell I’ll be able to do all that and keep playing in the band. I barely make D’s and C’s now.”
“And you have three new friends whose strengths are your weaknesses,” the vixen said softly. “We can help you. Did you know that Rachael enjoys larping?” She placed her paw on the tabby cat’s shoulder and explained, “She does a lot of research into all kinds of historical eras for accuracy, and she’s a total drama geek. She can help you with History, no problem. Torben’s a mathlete; the Chimera Prep Math Team came in 2nd place last year in the USAMO.” Seeing the fennec hybrid’s confused expression, she clarified, “It’s a major national math competition. Trust me, he’s smart. As for me, Science isn’t my best subject…” She grinned a little at the expression on Vic’s face as she said the words, before continuing her thought, “My best subject is Art, but I’ve always gotten A’s and B’s in my Science-oriented classes. I’d be happy to help you. We all would. Right, guys?”
The bear and feline nodded their agreement. “You’re our friend, Vic,” Torben said. “We look out for our own.”
“We’re here for you,” Rachael agreed. “We won’t let you or your band down.”
Victoria snickered at the thought of the group that still barely know her being so eager to help. “Yeah? That’s great, now I just need to make the team."
"So? Who says you need to go out there and cheer and clap and jump up and down like some puppet?" Tabby encouraged. "We're the Chimera Prep Titans. You're... What was it, Nerrata? Nataka?"
“Nadraka,” The fennec-sheep hybrid corrected.
"Yeah, Nadraka. The dragon. Here's what you do: you show up for tryouts in full Nadraka the dragon getup, minus the fire-breathing apparatus, and in Chimera Prep colors instead of all that neon. You walk over to where the guy wearing the mascot costume is, and you tell him to sit down. Then you pose and postulate and look all fierce and intimidating."
"She has a good idea," the chubby bear said, "you're a lot more impressive than that silly costume Chuck is wearing, anyway. Not many schools have on-field mascots that look like they could kick the collective butts of the other teams. I think it would give our teams more of an edge."
"And you play drum, right?" Rachael asked. Without waiting for Vic’s reply, she said, "So take one out with you to try out, the kind that have a shoulder strap and hangs down around the hip. Some kind of war drum. You can dance and drum stuff you actually enjoy, to earn your place on the squad."
"I'm on the marching band drumline, also," Torben added. "If you get the spot, I could ask about you leading us in a performance or two on-field."
“Yeah, great idea,” Vic huffed, “The only reason they even want me close to the team in what Rod and I can and do on an almost daily basis. They want me, a professional, to figure out how to get a bunch of half-skilled, bubbly doofs to work as a well-choreographed team to win competitions. Dollars to donuts Headmistress Gaithers doesn’t even want to see my freaky neon ass on the field.” Shi leaned back on the bleachers as shi added, “the crap you saw the other day was really just goofing off. Maybe you should come to the tryouts and see what we can do. No fire, no flashy clothes, just Rod and I going through a large stage routine. Maybe even a little more than a warm up.”
"Did Headmistress Gaithers specifically say that she didn't want to see your 'freaky neon butt' on the field?" the vixen asked, making quotation marks with her fingers. "Or did she say she wants the squad to compete at a more competitive level? Besides, I said to wear school colors: navy , white, and merlot."
"I know you're new here, so you probably don't know any better and are just going off what Mrs. Gaithers told you," The feline girl said, "but the Pep Squad isn't terrible. They're not without talent; they just lack vision and leadership. Their routines are derivative."
"There's something to be said about pride, too," Rachael said. "They and the band are the only squads in the whole school that didn't get redesigned uniforms this year."
“Now that’s bullshit,” the fennec said hotly, “Now I have to wear last year's fashions also? Fuck that. If I had a choice, it wouldn’t be happening, I’ll tell you that much. I’ll have to talk to Rod about what we are going to do, though; he has to make the team, also.”
"I'm on the volleyball team," Rachael said, "Our team captain's boyfriend designed the new uniforms for all the teams. Probably the pep squad and band, too. The school paid for the redesigned outfits based on team performance, but I bet the other squads could be motivated to raise the money for their own new uniforms."
"I'm thinking you should just bring some of that in-your-face attitude, and pass it on to the others," Torben said. "You don't see much of that among cheerleaders, so it would fix the problem of the squad being uninspired and unoriginal. Plus, no one would expect it, especially not from some prep school in New Hampshire."
Tabby giggled at the thought. "Can you imagine Brittney with an attitude? That would be something." Seeing the hybrid herm's lost expression, she explained, "Brittney is one of the cheerleaders. She's always perky and happy, but she's a porcupine. I bet she'd look fearsome if she could ever stop smiling."
Vic scoffed as shi mumbled, “A bunch of perky, preppy girls; I’m gonna fit right in.”
“What’s going on over here?” Coach Pryde asked, breaking up the group’s discussion. “This is supposed to be phys ed, not debate team practice. Enough standing around.”
“Hey, Coach,” Rachael said as the group moved towards the rest of the class, “Do you think Vic could bring some fire to the pep squad?”
The lioness stopped, and turned, regarding the feline first to make sure she was being serious and not just joking. Satisfied that it was an honest question, she broke out into a broad grin and answered, “They could use it, and I’m sure Vic could do it. If you’re really going to try out, Vic, I’d love to hear what you have in mind, and put in a word with Miss Warren.”
“No black lights or UV reaction. No real fire.” the fennec said as shi stood up and looked at the lioness. “I’m not sure yet, coach, but it will have to be visually catching without the usual flash-bang. I think we'll have to rely on more motion and balance, maybe something closer to a dance routine than an acrobatics show. Get Rod to stress his muscles more with some holding and balancing instead of all the tossing and catching. It’s not like I am going to be a living lightshow out on the field.”
“Well, whatever it is, it sounds like it will be a change from what isn’t working for them now,” the lioness said. “Now come on, it’s time to play some ball.”
Rodrick paced out the field to try and get a feeling for how much space they would have to work with. He normally would just wander the campus, looking the place over for Vic for some new places to run and climb. But this afternoon the duo would have to pull an unrehearsed demonstration of one of their routines in hopes of getting places on the Pep Squad. He flicked the cigarette butt to one side as he pulled the crumpled softpack out of his pocket for another, the only vice he had that was visible to the general public.
He had always been the quiet, reserved one in the group, feeling more like a big brother to the girls than anything. He wasn’t even surprised that he didn’t get any looks or whispers from his classmates after the weekend. Many people overlooked him as being anything more than a roadie for the band, but he knew how much they depended on him for the light shows, filling in with almost any instrument that they did not know how to play themselves, and more importantly, the dragon dance.
Deep down, he had feelings for all the girls, more than any basic friend or brother would, even if they didn’t see or acknowledge it. And some of the things that he had done with each of them while they were out on their own only came to strengthen his need to go out of his way for any of them, even when they insisted that he do nothing. And this afternoon was no different.
He lit up another cigarette as he spent his free period running through the list of moves, tosses, jumps, and tumbles in his head. They needed something that would work in the space without overusing it, but something that would show off Vic and hir skill. Even if shi didn’t want to identify as male or female, he saw her as a little sister, and much more.
“Hey,” the voice rang out from across the field causing him to jerk a little as he dropped the half-smoked cigarette to the ground and crushed it out with his paw. He turned to see an arctic fox woman walking towards him briskly. “What are you doing out here? You should be in class.”
“It’s my free class, ma’am,” he replied as he continued to pace out one of the runs he would have to make for the routine he was thinking they should see for the tryout.
“Stop right there,” the arctic fox called out, “What’s your name?”
Rodrick stopped as he was told and answered, “Rodrick White, ma’am.”
“Mister White, you’re the one that’s been leaving cigarette butts all over my field,” she said with a commanding, confident voice as she looked up at the tall lemur boy. “Do you know how much time my team wastes cleaning up this field before every practice? I should have you out here every day picking up every last scrap of debris on this campus.”
“Ma’am, this is the first…” Rodrick started to explain before he was cut off.
“Don’t Ma’am me, young man,” the older woman said. “I’ve heard every excuse in the book. Now, you’d better have a damned good reason to be out here, even if it is your free period. This field has classes during the day. You’re lucky there isn’t one going on right now.” The way the fox looked at him made him more uncomfortable than her authoritarian approach. “Now, tell me why you’re out on my field.”
“I’m out here preparing for tryouts for the Pep Squad, Ma’am,” Rodrick replied without hesitation. “I was pacing out the field to be sure we had the space needed for the routine.”
“Is that so?” the fox asked. “Well, guess what? I’m going to help you out with that right now. You're going to walk every inch of this field and pick up everything that is not growing out of the ground. Every cigarette butt, gum wrapper, leaf, and twig. By the time you’re done with that, you should have a good idea just how big this field is. And the next time I catch you out here smoking, cigarette butts and trash will be the least of your worries.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” was all he said in response. He knew well that it was pointless to argue with most adults, and with the position he, and with the rest of the group were in he didn’t want to make it any worse over a little cigarette. He continued with his pacing the field as he ran the different combinations of moves they do through his head and picked up every small Item he could find. He took the opportunity to pick up small rocks and pebbles while he was at it, clearing the way for Vic to do anything shi might think of. He know what the issue might be got the fennec Hermaphrodite. He needed to find out what kind of space was appropriate for the type of routines they would be doing with the squad once they were member.
He stopped and looked up to see the Arctic fox still watching him. He called out to her without leaving his task, “Ma’am.”
“That Coach Chambers to you,” the fox shouted back, her attitude unchanged in the time that he had diligently filled almost every pocket with trash and gravel. “What do you need? Trying another pathetic attempt to weasel out of your punishment? If you are, I can think of other ways for you to serve your sentence...” The way she emphasized the word before letting the thought trail off was unnerving.
“No ma’am,” he replied calmly as he tried to ignore the odd tone in the fox’s voice. “I just wanted to know if coach for the Cheer and Pep Squads was free. I have some questions for them about the tryouts.”
“Coach Warren?” the fox asked in an approving tone. “I’ll go get her, but you’d better be here still cleaning up this field when I get back. I’ve got your name and I will take disciplinary action if this is an attempt to get out of this.”
Rodrick breathed a sigh of relief that the fox coach apparently did not place who he was. At least she did not let on that she knew if she had. He wished he had through the whole idea of looking over the field through a bit more than he did. It was Jabysis and Tessa who made plans. His job was to make sure everything was ready to go, no matter the size of the place where they were going to perform. That day Coach Warren and the Cheerleaders were their audience, and he thought that she would be the best to tell him what they were looking for.
After a while the fox returned with a shorter Basenji walking beside her. The other woman was exuding a bubbly, happy demeanor as she spoke the arctic fox while the walked. The friendly attitude of the cheer coach was immediately evident next to the other woman. The extra bounce in her step made her almost seem childish next to Coach Chambers.
“You must be Rodrick White,” Coauch Warren said in the most cheerful tone the lemur boy could imagine hearing. “Headmistress Gaithers told me to expect some big things from you and Miss Stone.”
“Thank you ma’am,” Rodrick said with a slight bow.
“So, Coach Chambers said you needed to ask me something?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied. ‘I was wondering about performance area limitations. What is the size of the area that we will be expected to stay within?”
“Oh, um…” The coach seemed to be caught off guard by the question. “That’s not one I get often from people trying out of the dance squad. UAAP regulations give a fifteen by twenty meter performance area. Anything outside that area is not counted. Most of the competitions we do make it to follow the same guidelines.”
“Also, what are you looking at for, as far as performance goes?” He felt odd asking the question; almost certain he already knew the answer.
“Well, the performance are judged on several areas, dance routine, stunts, that would be any tosses and lifts, tumbling, basic standing and running, gymnastics and such. Then there is the pyramid. I wouldn’t expect you to do anything like that for the tryouts, mostly what I look for is attitude, and willingness to try. But it will be Brittney and the rest of the team that will be making the call on letting you on the team.”
“I don’t want to sound out of place here, Ma’am,” Rodrick looked at the pair of women hoping what he was about to say wouldn't be taken the wrong way. “Vic doesn’t know how to do anything small, even if shi doesn’t want to do it. Shi pushes and fights everything. Rules are made to be broken, limits pushed. That’s just the way shi has always been. If you tell her that shi can’t do something, she will, just to prove shi can. I’m really just here to catch hir when shi tries to fly.”
“Well, Mister White,” the Basenji said with a smile, “I’m sure whatever you two do will be wonderful. Brittney and the others will surely enjoy it also. Now, you’d better get back to class before someone catches you out here and tries to make you clean up the field.”
Rodrick glanced at the fox for a moment as the other coach dismissed him. He took note of the slightly annoyed look in her eyes as she jerked her head to the side letting him know he was free to go. “Thank you, Ma’am,” he said with a nod of his head before he turned and started to jog back to the main building just in time for the class dismissal bell to sound.
“I mean really. What do we know about cheerleaders?” Ivory asked as the groups gathered at the bell tower at the end of the day.
“That they are hot and easy?” replied Ivory with a smile to her sister who rolled her eyes at the answer.
“Doesn’t really fuckin’ matter does it?” Victoria said as she rolled into a handstand. “We either get on the team or we’re back to where we were this summer.”
“I don’t think getting on the team is going to be hard,” Rodrick said quietly, “The issue is going to be you working with them. You can’t be the dragon, you need to be Vic. Show them what you can do without showing off.”
The Fennec scoffed at him as Shi said, “That’s not what the guys in gym class said. They think I should go all Nadraka on them.”
“I think we should stick with something simple that covers a log of different stunts. Thats what the real competitions are rated on.”
“I was actually thinking something simple also,” Victoria admitted, “Maybe one of our practice routines. You know, slower and more deliberate. It’s not like we are going to get the streaking light effects on a fields during the day. We need something where they can see the moves more than anything.”
“Well, whatever you two are going to do, you’d better get over to the field and do it,” Jabysis said as she put a paw on each of their shoulders. “Do you need us to come cheer you on, or you want us to stay out of the way?”
“I think we’re good,” the fennec said, “Unless you want to come watch us make fools of ourselves.”
Rodrick and Victoria continued to go over the routine that were planning. The rest of their group had agreed to wait for them at the bell tower and let Tessa know what was going on when she came to pick them up.
The lower portion of the bleachers had about twelve teens all gathered around the Coach that Rod had told hir about, while Victoria took notice of her group from gym class all seated at the top of them. The two of them took their blazers off and sat them on the lowest bench before walking over to the gathered cheerleaders.
“Mister White, Miss Stone,” the coach greeted them, “This is Brittney, the team captain.” She pointed to a porcupine seated on the bench beside her.
“Let’s see what you guys can do,” the bristly teen said with a smile that seemed out of place on her quill-covered body.
“Do you need time to change out of your uniforms?” coach Warren asked looking at the pair still in a skirt and slacks from the school day.
“No Ma’am,” the fennec replied, “Let’s just get this over with.”
Victoria put in hir earbuds and scrolled through the list of songs before picking one and starting the delay. Shi turned too looked at Rodrick as he took a knee. Soon hir body started to twitch with the beat as the drum solo rolled through hir ears. Shi took a hold of the lemur's paws and put on foot paw on his knee and she started the routine.
Within a moment shi was high above him, her paws in his as shi did a handstand and he stood up to his footpaws and held her aloft. A slight gasp came from the audience as Vic felt her skirt flip down showing her boxer-briefs. Soon the sounds were drowned out by the music that forced the world to fade. Shi closed her eyes as she felt the movement of her partner below her. Their plan was simple; shi would never touch the ground.
Shi opened her eyes again as they both started moving through the motions, him more reacting to her weight shifts and the movement of her tail and limbs as he recognized the movement patterns of their different spins, twists and tosses. Shi twisted and flipped between handstands and being lifted or spun through the air by her footpaws, never were the two more than a few inches from contact as shi used his paws in the place of the ground while shi performed every gymnastics movement she could with the confined space in which he was able to keep up with her movements. Several times she felt him toss her even higher so that they could get more aerial flips and movement.
The sound of the drums in hir head slowed as shi looked at her partner and nodded to let him know the coming change from aerial stunts to him just maintaining his balance as shi used him as a sawhorse replacement. Shi could feel him strain be neither heir as shi swung her legs and body wound him. His footpaws and hight shifted greatly as she maintained his balance beneath hir. Shi know shi was much lighter than he was, but hir momentum added to the resistance he needed to maintain to not let her fall. Hir speed and movements started to fade with the dying music as shi moved to a planking position. shi held hir body parallel to the ground with one paw as shi felt Rodrick body begin to shake beneath her. Shi let herself fall to the ground on hir footpaws next to him just as the music ended, then turned to the group and pulled out her earbuds ready for the disapproval shi knew was coming.
The pep squad sat there in silence, many with their mouths hanging slightly agape for a moment, before Brittney began clapping her paws slowly, eventually standing up and giving full round of applause. The others followed her example a moment later. “That was pretty amazing!” the prickly girl said, flashing them a huge smile, “I mean, I’ve never seen a guy hold a lift for that long, and your balance is incredible! Nobody in competitions can come anywhere close to what you just did.”
The two looked at each other for a moment before Victoria asked, “Yeah, and? What are you trying to say? I should stop going easy on him?”
The cheer captain just blinked and stared at Vic for a moment before shaking her head and asking, “I’m sorry, what? You guys can do even better?”
“What do you want?” the fennec asked as shi tilted her head. “I’m not really in the mindset for the dragon dance. Besides, without the blacklight and flames it’s no where near as visually appealing. But I guess we could do some more running and tumbles… How much space do we have?”
“Performance area is fifteen by twenty,” the lemur said to hir, “but can I at least stretch before you try to kill me? And I might need to change out of these pants unless you want me to rip them. I think I felt the seam start to pop in the crotch.”
“Whatever, maybe you should just wear a skirt,” Vic said mockingly.
Brittney looked at Coach Warren, who in turn looked at the gathered members of the Pep Squad. After a few exchanged nods and smiles, the Basenji woman said, “I don’t know what the Dragon dance is, but you can show us all later on. For now, we should take you both to get fitted and order your uniforms.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Victoria said as she put her palm to her face, “Did I just become a cheerleader? What the hell is wrong with this school?” As she looked back up shi saw the trio of friends stand and start cheering at the back of the bleachers.