A Door Filled With Opportunity, And Lust?

FanFiction: Fundamental Paper Education

 Claire 

Claire was tired.

 No, that was an understatement, she was done.

 Done with the test, done with the teachers, done with the bullies, done with food, done with the mocking laughs, done with the stares, and done with her friends' constant hand-holding.

 Sighing, I rubbed my eyes, the tests, and homework, doing numbers on her sleep schedule.

 Hours later, the class was let out, and knowing what was most likely to happen next, I quickly packed my bag and left; determined to apologize to Engel and Bubble later, I didn't want to deal with Oliver and his friends today.

 Making my way through the winding halls, my vision only grew worse; despite this, I eventually made my way to the front, the exit door standing just ahead.

 'Funny, I could have sworn the exit had two doors, and weren't they just glass panels?'

 I thought about it for a second before sighing and continuing; I was too tired to think of the jarring change right now.

 Walking up, I pushed open the blue exit door, or tried to; it took me a second to notice it had a door knob and a second more to accept another unusual change.

 Turning the knob this time, I continued with my walk home, the inky black void especially dark today... "What?"

 I froze in place, my eyes suddenly clearing, giving me a single chance to truly understand where I was, and who I was with.

 A girl, a void-like crown that seemed to be eating even the darkness around it atop her head, its form eating enough darkness to reveal her piercing charcoal gaze and the muddy brown hair framing it.

 She wore a dress that reached slightly past her knees, its sleeves slightly torn. Dancing white streaks lined the bottom, painting hills that reached around the entirety of it. Stars slept in the dips, and her shoes were just as black as the void around them, yet they fell short of the crown.

 It was odd, one second she was standing there, and the next she was on top of me, ripping out one of my eyes, yet even as the pain set in, I couldn't stop what slipped past my lips.

 "Beautiful."

 The girl paused her assault, her eyes widening just a fraction, the sound of my newly missing eye making a satisfying pop as it was ground in her teeth.

 "Huh?" was the only thing I heard as my mind crashed into unconsciousness from the shock.

 'Did I say something wrong?' Was the only thing that occupied my mind as it happened.

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 Alice

'Beautiful...'

 Looking down at the girl's downed form, her socket which once contained one of her eyes gushing blood like a fountain, her other eye sitting just left of it, closed and unaware of the danger it was possible in.

 Leaning a bit closer, I contemplated biting into her; her flesh almost teasing me into it.

 Yet every time it looked like the war was over and I was going to take a chuck out of her, the single word she spoke before she fell into unconsciousness, 'Beautiful,' and just like that my finality crumbled away, leaving me to simmer in a puddle of indecision.

 Getting even closer, I licked at the fuacit that was her socket, leaving a brief mark that soon filled in with more blood.

 She was sweet, almost like a piece of candy, or just raw sugar and it made me want more.

 However, I could not for the life of me bring myself to follow up on my decision to feast.

 So I was still stuck between a rock and a hard place; my frustration was simmering and starting to boil over, as inky black tentacles and void-like spikes started erupting from my body.

 One was weaving around her neck, soaking up the spilled blood like a sponge and the other was starting to dig into her chest, causing even more prickles of blood to spill.

 Was it odd that I was starting to feel jealous of the freedom they had despite them being literal extensions of myself?

 Stopping the tentacle that was reaching for her seeping socket, I made a rash and hungry decision, wanting to taste the sugary blood on my tongue again, literally.

 Wrenching my jaws apart, my long inky black tongue slithered past my sharklike teeth and closer to the socket, reaching just short of its goal without aid from my demonic-like abilities to help it reach past its limits.

 But I was impatient, so I leaned down further, my chest meeting hers as I let my tongue explore the crevice filled with nothing but ecstasy.

 Unconsciously the void-like spikes reseeded, shrinking back into my skin to not skewer the girl; this gave me even more reason to push myself closer, and my body started to derive pleasure from grinding against her.

 With another huff, my mouth ensnared the entrance of the empty socket, my lips creating a seal that let my tongue go wild with spilling a drop.

 Grinding further, I could feel myself falling away to the pleasure, one of my hands snaking under the girl's dress and helping to part her legs, leaving the other to help lift mine, as I began grinding against her leg, the pleasure spike making my mind go numb, and causing me to grind just a bit harder.

 Yet even as I rocked back and forth, I never broke the seal around her eye, as the blood was just too good to drop; it was almost addicting.

 At some point during my assault, I began to help her get off as well, and despite her being out cold, the small groans and moans edged me on, leaving me even more enthusiastic with my actions.

 Hours droned on, her socket long since cessing its production of blood; my saliva making for a good binding agent, its inky black form coating and filling the socket until it looked like she was crying tar, her eyelids long since sliding shut, its form lazily laying partially closed, a slit of void showing that it couldn't fully close without further aid.

 Yet I persisted, her moans continuing to edge me on.

 Her dress had long since been ripped off, leaving her body bare of any coverage; I didn't need to take off the other two pieces of clothing as they were never there to begin with.

 She was pale, almost like a sheet of paper, and her hair, now that I got a good look, was the same shade of brown as mine, if not a bit brighter; but by far the most alluring thing about her, was the well-toned body, faint traces of a six back developing under her skin; a tomboy.

 This served as even more kindle for my horny flame, the heat searing my mind of reason and hunger.

 Moving my mouth to her right breast, I began to suckle and chew on it, my right hand finding pleaser in eliciting some moans out of her while playing with her left one; my left hand was still occupied by exploring her thighs and occasionally poking at her vigina.

 A tentacle thought it best to keep her throat company, its form rocking in and out of her mouth, enticing moans from mine, though, they were severely muffled due to its current task.

 Not wanting to finish so soon, I pried the sensitive appendage out, making sure she was still breathing in the process.

 The grinding was becoming irritating, as my panties made it a challenge to truly enjoy it; my irritation won over in the end and multiple tentacles popped out of my back to rip off the clothing, my crown being the only thing that remained on.

 Ignoring how they faded to darkness, I began to grind on her in earnest, my moans overcoming the fleshy barrier and echoing out into the black scenery with how loud they got.

 I was aware of one of my tentacles playing with my entrance, but I did nothing about it; instead, I directed another to play with the girls, though the one that did so was a lot more erratic and sensitive, so jolts of pleasure often made me flinch in ecstasy.

 Hours more, and I was covered in sweat, my climax having been reached multiple times, hers too if the murky white liquid covering my tentacle playing with her had anything to say about it.

 Feeling somewhat tired, I let my head fall onto her bite-riddled chest, my head using her breasts as a pillow.

 It was oddly arousing to feel my thigh rubbing against hers, my cum acting as a lubricant, that I was almost desperately rubbing into her, trying to get it to meld with her skin.

 We were filthy too, and as disgusting as one could find it, it also added to my arousal, the sight of her sweat mixing with mine brought a predatory grin to my face.

 Her fate was already sealed; the moment that single word echoed from her mouth, was the moment she became my property.

 Letting my eyes fall shut, I drifted off into sleep, the rise and fall of the girl's chest acting as my lullaby.

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 Claire

 My head throbbed with pain as my eye? Fluttered open.

 My body was sore and my chest felt just a bit heavier than usual.

 Looking down, I caught sight of why I felt so heavy; there was a girl, naked, and asleep atop my chest.

 I was very confused and highly embarrassed to note I was also naked, and it was only when I took note of her crown that everything snapped back like a crackling of a whip.

 Suddenly the lack of my right eye made sense, but that's where my understanding ended, and I was left to wonder why we were naked, and why she had ripped my eye out.

 My thoughts were interrupted as I moaned, the girl's mouth beginning to nibble on my nipple, instinctively, my arms wrapped around her head, trying to push her deeper into the bite.

 This seemed to be enough to stir the girl from her slumber, her bite becoming just a bit harder, and her eyes flickering open to reveal her coal-black eyes, their gaze filled with confusion before settling on heat, a gaze so lustful that I couldn't help the involuntary grind against the girl's thigh, nor could I stop the whimper from escaping my vocals.

 This seemed to be the sigh she was waiting for, as in a flash, the girl bolted up, tentacles of inky black binding and winding around my body, framing my most sensitive areas and leaving me unable to move as she brought herself back down.

 "Wai-" I didn't get to finish even a word as her lips met mine, barring them from anything but moans as her unusually long tongue began to explore every wall that my oral could provide; my throat was no exception.

 With precision and what looked to be prior experience, she touched and played with places I didn't even know were sensitive; I could feel two inky appendages playing with my breasts, while her arms snaked around my back, weaving under my bound arms and reaching my ass, where one processed to play with my slightly sore entrance and the other using my fluids to lubricate the other.

 My mind went blank when she inserted a finger into my ass, a few thrusts in and out, and my only language became that of slurred moans, tears of embarrassment, and pleasure leaking from my remaining eye; the pain of the other having long since been overwhelmed by the lustful actions.

 Yet, even with it missing, I could feel something leaking out; blood maybe?

 I moaned while arching my back, having reached climax; the jolts and twitches doubled the effect of it, yet even in my state of delirium, I could tell that the fluids that usually accompanied it fell short of the feeling.

 'Did she rape me?' was the only thought I could get out before she continued her assault.

 This time her finger was accompanied by a tentacle, one that had more girth than the rest; my horny mind blue-screened as it started to join in with the penetration, and the deepening of her kiss didn't do that reality any favors either.

 Soon, the girth ripped its way through, and I could only moan in agony, as the walls of my anus burned with the intrusion of the unknown object rampaging around inside it.

 With my eye snared shut, I didn't get to see the look of confusion tented with worry painting the girl's face; with the brief respite and subsequent unbinding of my arms, I quickly grappled the girl, looking to use her as something to focus on. 

 Even when I could feel my nails digging into her back, I kept my grip, still afraid.

 It was when the girl's tongue receded that I noticed all her activity had paused.

 Opening my eye, I was met with a gaze filled with irritation, and a tint of worry warping around here and there.

 Squinting my eye in embarrassment, I let my head fall to her shoulder, my teeth finding a good place to perch, after which, I gave my anus a few squeezes to test the waters; low and behold, it was still painful.

 With a low slutty and yearning moan, I could feel her slowly and almost hesitantly continue, her own sharklike teeth finding their place on my right shoulder.

 As I predicted, it hurt, a lot, and I didn't bother to hide it, as each thrust caused me to dig my nails deeper, and sink my teeth in further.

 Yet, the thing that helped me the most was the newfound pain in my shoulder, its form falling infinitely short compared to the pain in my rear; even so, it gave me something else to focus on, and it was even becoming somewhat pleasureful, so much so, I was biting deeper just to get her to bite deeper.

 Eventually, the tentacle that was ramming me became an afterthought as I focused on savoring the girl's taste, with her seemingly doing the same with me.

 But I could tell from the moans that she was enjoying my ass far more, each thrust of the tentacle, drawing out a soft moan.

 After a few more seconds of just biting and drinking, I was starting to derive pleasure from being rammed, thus tightening my ass as much as I could to feel something even deeper; I even went as far as pushing down when it was thrusting in to get it further in.

 Throughout this event, the girl's moans became louder and more rugged, and with me now joining in with the thrusts, It wasn't long before her body violently convulsed, leaving her a twitching mess, as I could feel her cum leaking down my thigh and brushing against my client.

 Like a title wave, a surge of pleasure washed over me, leaving me at a partial climax that was fully realized with one more thrust of the girl's tentacle.

 This time my climax was just a tad violent, as I could feel and somewhat see my cum splatter against the tentacle lodged in my ass.

 And like dominos, the sudden tightness seemed to send her back into another climax, a fresh wave of heat washing over my bare vigina further proving the point.

 With most sexual activity seemingly over, aside from the sluggish strokes from the tentacles that were still massaging my breasts, we were all but breathless, the blood of one another painting our maws in brilliant red. However, hers seemed to be just a tad bit darker than mine.

 Even so, we hung off each other, dead tired from the activity, it was so bad that it took what felt like hours to finally extract her tentacle from my ass, and even that was just as grueling as it was pleasing.

 With a final tug and a satisfying pop, the gaping hole that was my ass was let free, and going with it was my last bit of energy, as I lay clinging to the girl's body and her clinging to mine, it wasn't long before we both lost the will to stay awake.

 But with one last act, the girl covered us in a mass of warm tentacles that acted like a blanket, an extra girthy tentacle, like the one from earlier acting as a pillow; it shouldn't be surprising that we were out not long after.

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 Ms. Circle

 "It's been days now, Ms. Grace," I said while trying to get my boss to see reason; Clarie, a student in my class, clearly sleep-deprived, had all but walked to her doom.

 "And it'll be days more until we get a definite answer." She interrupted.

 Sighing, I ran my clawed hand down my face, frustration drawing near. "Grace, for fuck sake, this is Alice we are talking about; there's no way someone could walk in and not expect to be mutilated beyond recognition, hell, it's a miracle she wasn't instantly gored when she turned the knob."

 I was met with since as she kept her eyes on the camera looking at the door, a label with the name 'Alice' written in bold black, something Claire seemed to ignore.

 The girl had walked in a bit over Three days ago, with no signs of returning; which in my book, meant you either dropped dead or went parading off somewhere, and my bet was on the first.

 Not one student, and occasionally, a teacher, walked through that door and came back alive; Claire should be no different. Yet here we are, my boss holding out some kind of desperate hope for God knows what, and me trying to convince the numb skull that it was a lost cause.

 It was like trying to talk to a pile of rocks, except the pile of rocks in question was my boss, and I was the one trying to talk to it; it's so fucking frustrating.

 But even so, I did my job; doing what I was told.

 It's just unfortunate that said job was watching the cameras facing the door; admittedly, the bulk of that task sat on Grace's shoulders, with me and a few other teachers shouldering the rest.

 However, other teachers were starting to question the act, as just watching a door all day wasn't the most glamorous or exciting task; most of them could be given a pass, as Alice wasn't common knowledge, nor was she to be spoken of lightly.

 But what surprised me was Mr. Demi.

 He'd voiced his complaint in a meeting that took place not long after Claire entered Alice's room, and it wasn't until a few hours ago I was told why, as he was one of the few who knew the truth of Alice.

 Apparently, a month or so back, he was in some kind of incident that left him with some memory loss, and it seemed this left him without any knowledge of the door or the thing inside it.

 Some would call his accident unfortunate almost saddening; I wasn't the same.

 To me, it seemed to be a blessing in the guise of an injury; sure, he'd never know the true horror that lurked behind the simple blue door, but maybe that was for the best, as learning of Alice wasn't for the faint of heart.

 Sighing again, I turned away, "I'll be back in a few hours to pick up the rest of your shift; being sleep deprived can lead to you doing stupid shit, as Claire has so kindly demonstrated, and we don't need the head of our school making the same mistake."

 She didn't respond, but I could tell be the small exhale that she understood.

 Walking away, I couldn't help the small string of curses detected at the walking disaster that was Alice.

 Phantom pain flared as I walked; annoyance renewed, I rubbed around my prosthetic, wishing it would shut up as I walked out into the night, my stop being the faculty dorm across the street, though it was more so a hangout area for the teachers to get away from the chaos that was the school; with teachers using it as an actual place of resting when they absolutely had no other option or were just too tired to drive home.

 The latter being the most common for me and a few others these past few days.

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 Engel

 Something's going on with the teachers, I just don't know what, yet this didn't have my undivided attention, as Claire's sudden disappearance had me running up the walls in confusion and fear.

 Her condition when she left a few days ago didn't exactly paint the nicest of pictures either; the bags under her eyes, the overly snappy attitude, and even going as far as getting physical with Oliver.

 It was safe to say she was not okay when she left, yet my dumbass had elected to ignore it in favor of trying to keep the peace between my group and Olivers; something I found myself doing a lot more these days.

 Oliver was getting more and more unbearable, and I had an odd suspicion that it had something to do with the sudden warding off of a distant part of the school, one that looked so new, untouched by the chaos the school dabbled in. 

 Yet, even the most chaotic and unruly students avoided that area like the plague.

 When I first got to the school, that was something that always bothered me, so after a few months and inquiries, I learned that their reason for doing so was not out of reason or logic, but out of a simple feeling that warned them to steer clear, lest they step into something they couldn't get out of.

 At first, these answers left me unsatisfied and skeptical, so when one of the seniors dared me to take a walk that way, I didn't hesitate.

 This garnered me a lot of friends and respect, but not without cost.

 I made it pretty far before I had to turn back; a feeling of oppression and rage drove me back like a prey item being chased by a predator.

 It left a deep-seated impression on me, one that I could never forget.

 Shaking my head, I discarded the unwelcome memories popping up, shoving them back down where they couldn't affect me.

 I sighed.

 Despite all the backlash the trip had on me, I was still happy I did it, as it caused a pretty big ripple in the school that made my reputation skyrocket.

 So much so that I had an unofficial group of a few classes and some teachers behind me; at first the group wasn't anything special, but with me being the unofficial head of it, I was able to organize it into a somewhat functional group that mainly focused on helping people out.

 However, these past few days have been hellish for the group, with many of our physically capable members needing to be literal escorts for groups of students so Oliver's group would leave them alone.

 It's left our ranks thin, and it didn't help that the few teachers we had were currently tied up with something they couldn't speak of without severe repercussions; it made Claire's absence even more clear, as she was one of the main heavy hitters in our group.

 Her physique may not look the part, but she was actually well-versed in multiple types of martial arts, something she had been slowly integrating into the group for everyone's safety in case there was ever a mass physical altercation against Oliver and his group; she even managed to strong arm some of the teachers into her impromptu classes.

 My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden jarring of the classroom door, Ms. Circle swiftly walking in, a set of papers in hand.

 Grading was innately feared in this school, for the repercussions fueled the school's reputation; the school was one of the best in the country, pumping out prodigal students by the droves and leaving all the other schools feeling lacking in comparison.

 It shouldn't be a surprise that everyone and their mothers were trying to send their children here; I mean, what isn't appealing about sending your kid off to a school that had a high mortality rate?

 The kicker was everyone who was signed up here, parents and guardians included, had to sign a waiver that stated they acknowledged the risk, and that anything that happened to their child wouldn't be on the school.

 A clever way to avoid the lawsuits that would follow after a parent finds their child's face on a mutilated corpse for getting an F in art; can't have failers or flunkies if they're all dead.

 It was something I begrudgingly accepted, even if it did piss me off when one of our members left in a body bag; I found solace in the fact that Oliver's group took most of the hits.

 "Engel."

 I jolted in my seat as Ms. Circle's voice derailed my thoughts.

 "Yes?" I spoke in mock calm.

 She eyed me for a second before sighing, "Pass."

 Even if I was one of the smartest people in school, grades always had me on the edge.

 She continued like this for a while, passes being tossed out like candy; eventually, she reached the last person; a nervous-looking fellow, with dark green hair and neer golden eyes. He sported an assortment of accessories that made him look like someone from a cyberpunk game.

 He was trying to put up a calm exterior, but the rapid breaths were a tell of what he thought was going to happen.

 "Fail."

 Had to give the guy some credit, he knew what was going to be said before it was even said, but like every person who ends up in his place, he shot up in panic, only for the loud crack of Ms. Circle's prosthetic to turn his head into a fine red mist; coating both the wall and students alike.

 But this was just your average Friday for us, so no one really made a fuss of the mess, with the few that did only doing so because they were covered in remnants of brain matter; a testament to the sheer power Ms. Circle held.

 With another swipe of her prosthetic, the remnants of the boy were flung off. Making her way back to her desk, she grabbed a phone and dialed a number; soon, someone picked up.

 "Code Esk?" The voice on the other side questioned.

 Ms. Circle's face stayed neutral as she responded, "Affirmative."

 Little words were changed after the confirmation, and soon the class was on like normal, though a brief recess was allowed for those who were covered in blood.

 Sighing, I glanced out the window while whispering to myself, "What a mess."

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 Oliver

 Ignoring the idiot who just got himself killed, I continued to ponder on what was going on; we were essentially under quarantine, and that was something I took personally, because not only did it stop me from visiting my best girl, but it also put a hinder on my planes.

 With the thought in mind, I turned my gaze to Engel, the resident bastard who liked to play the hero.

 However, even if I detested him, I knew he was thinking something similar; he may deny it at every turn, but it didn't stop the realization that we were just opposite sides of the same coin, and that was something that he couldn't stand.

 He was a hypocrite through and through, yet he's content to toss that notion aside in favor of tunnel-visioning his own ideals; it really pissed me off to no end that he couldn't or wouldn't see the truth, and I did my best to stab and gut him for it at every turn.

 Scoffing, I ripped my gaze from his form, my gaze zoning out while watching Ms. Circle teach advanced algebra, something I was all too familiar with; the shit was easy, and I could guarantee I could do it with my eyes closed.

 My thoughts wandered here and there for a few moments before settling back onto the odd situation going on.

 The sudden absence of Claire, the teachers' forced silence, and a sudden increase in their workload; gave me a pretty clear picture of the situation.

 In short, Claire did something stupid in the East Wing of the school, which resulted in its sudden inaccessibility.

 It was frustrating, yet somewhat intriguing.

 "Oliver."

 I didn't jump, not a centimeter.

 Refocusing on the board, I saw Ms. Circle staring holes into my head.

 "Yes?"

 She scowled, "I'm half tempted to turn you into a pile of gore for your blatant disrespect, but the rules dictate I hold off, so pay attention to the lesson before you run my restraint down to nothing."

 Another threat, and more words to disregard; she was like a dog with all bark and no bite, except she had both in spades.

 And it was only due to rules and her own restraint that she was able to start the year without vaporizing ninety percent of the class; she was someone I respected, and probably the only bearable teacher in this school.

 I say this because any other teacher usually had it out for me, which, is understandable, but come on; they always made it a point to target me for everything that went wrong, and sure, they were right half the time, but it was honestly starting to get tedious with how consistent they were with it.

 I suffered no such problems with Ms. Circle; hence my favoritism.

 Sighing one last time, I turned my full attention to the board.

 I may be obnoxious and blatantly disrespectful, but that didn't change the fact that I still respected higher authorities, especially ones that had my personal respect.

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