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“I’m here...” a lone girl’s dreamy voice uttered, like a melody cutting through the gloom as dawn set in. “I am really here! At the same gates she passed through years ago!” She was stood in front of an arched entryway, dainty hands clasping a school brochure. Large, emerald-green eyes sparkling in the dim light of the slowly rising sun, focused intently on the single star carved and painted above the arched entrance. Then on the text that curved around it, the name of the place that would be her home for the coming years if all went well. “Stardust Academy”.The school grounds were all but empty, Amelie one of the first to arrive. The entrance exams wouldn't start for at least another hour, but with the gates already open she decided it was probably alright to wander around a little on her own, pulled forwards into the campus by her unshakeable feeling of awe. It was almost like the campus itself was suffused with a lingering idol 'magic', every step along the brick road calling to mind the many great idols who had entered through the same gate as her, taken the same steps she was. Including the girl who had inspired her, set her upon this path to begin with.Amelie didn't enter any of the school buildings, but there was plenty to see just from the outside. The main building immediately caught attention, with those decorative spires and eye-catching pink walls, that huge relief of the school logo. She curiously explored some of the campus grounds, all spotless, impressed by everything from the impeccably trimmed divider hedges to the decorative water features to an expansive, flower-filled set of gardens. It was clear, this place was the furthest thing from the typical Japanese middle school, even before one considered that it housed incredible talent as the number one idol school in Japan.Her enraptured musings slowly came to an end, as her examination time drew near and students and other hopefuls began dribbling in. Some on their own, some talking passionately with their friends. Watching the courtyard in front of the main building come to life brought a fluttering warmth to Amelie's chest, her big green eyes curiously taking in every newcomer they spotted. Each girl, that exceedingly nervous-looking one, that tall one with glasses waving off a pair of girls who'd tried to talk to her, might just be one of her new classmates! Amelie was more than content to keep to herself for now though, to study away this last hour and drill in every last bit of musical trivia she could before the bell that would signal the written exam. That was, until her eyes found themselves drawn towards the form of a rather squirmy girl, sitting alone on a bench while she ruffled frantically through her red shoulder bag."Oh no, oh no! Sis' notes, I forgot them! Unlucky!" The girl was about Amelie's age, and just like her, wore her hair in twin-tails. Hers had a little less curl, though, and were a pale khaki as opposed to Amelie's vibrant red. Still, she couldn't help but feel a sort of kinship with the pig-tailed potential classmate. So she walked over, producing her own little pink booklet full of notes to hold out towards the flustered girl. "You can use mine!" Amelie offered, then realised she should probably introduce herself first. "Umm, I'm Amelie Hashimoto, and I'll be joining for my first year at Stardust Academy today! Want to study a bit together, before our exams start?" She didn't even notice her wording betrayed her confidence that she would get in. "Can't let something silly like a lost notebook keep you from your dream, can you?" The redhead offered the other girl a warm smile, her mannerisms such that they probably broke like twenty rules of Japanese etiquette.Not that it seemed to matter. The one she was speaking to seemed just as delighted to talk to someone as she was! "Ciao!" came the khaki-haired girl's reply as she took the notebook with both hands. Smiling. "I'm so lucky! You're happy! I'm Raki Kiseki!"The response caught Amelie by surprise, drawing a rather endearing giggle from her lips. Not because it was one of the silliest greetings she'd ever heard, but because of the random use of English words in the sentence. Something a foreigner like her was quick to pick up on. "Lucky Miracle, isn't it?" she translated the girl's name, her own pronunciation of the English words making it quite obvious that it was Amelie's native language. "With a name like that, it would be a crime if you didn't become an idol!" Amelie took a seat next to Raki so they could both view the notebook together.“Of course!” Perhaps due to Amelie's notes and words of encouragement, or just thanks to a carefree spirit, Raki's mood had visibly lightened. "Let's both make it into Star Harmony Academy!"Confusion. For a moment, Amelie didn't know what to say. Had she come to the wrong school? No, there was no way she would mix that up. Was this girl in the wrong place, then? A glance at Raki's bag revealed the same brochure as hers poking out of it, suggesting otherwise. Besides, she'd never heard the name "Star Harmony" before.“Eheeehe, you mean stardust academy, right?” Amelie eventually spoke up, to which Raki nodded excitedly. Albeit with an equally confused expression. “That’s what I said, wasn’t it?” Raki sounded so sure, causing Amelie to blink in further confusion. Had she simply misheard? No, she was certain her ears couldn't have betrayed her that much. Maybe Raki had just made a mistake, and didn't want to admit it. That was possible. Either way, it didn't help to dwell on it. She tried to shake the thought off, pushing it to the back of her mind as they settled into going over the questions they expected during the exams.
Sniff, sniff!
It started innocently, with Raki merely smelling the air as they went through Amelie's annotations concerning Aikatsu cards. The longer they stuck with the topic, though, the more the pale-haired girl leaned in while she kept on giving those cute little inhales. Eventually, her face was all but pressed against the nape of Amelie's neck, nuzzling up between her curly twintails and breathing against her pale skin. There was something strangely uncomfortable and erotic about this. Something that made her entire body stiffen, her cheeks, and then the rest of her face darkening as if trying to meld with her bangs.
Sniff, sniff!
“Ahhm, ehehe, Raki-chan... do I smell bad?” Amelie eventually asked, faking a laugh to try and make the situation feel a little less embarrassing. For a moment it looked as if her question went unnoticed, but as soon as she craned her neck to try and turn her gaze towards her companion, the other girl quickly pulled away, her own cheeks beginning to match hers in redness. “No no no! Absolutely not! The opposite really!” Raki instantly exclaimed. She was panting, her legs rubbing together as she adjusted her skirt. Clearly at least ashamed she'd been caught in such a position, if not sorry for her actions. "I thought I smelled fresh waffles!"Waffles? Amelie did enjoy baking, but this was the first time her scent had been described as such, that much was for certain.“I didn’t mean to make you unco-” Raki's attempt at apology was silenced by Amelie’s finger pressing to her lips, and a sweet, almost motherly smile. “It’s fine! I’m just glad to hear I don’t smell awful,” Amelie told her with a warm chuckle before pulling back her hand and opening her notes onto a new page. "It's not like this is the first time it's happened. I should be used to it by now." The comment was delivered so calmly, it was easy to miss the discomfort that lingered behind the words.Raki evidently didn't notice it. "So, I can continue? Kyaha! Lucky!" She asked this in such an innocent, straightforward manner that it was hard to assume it was anything but serious. The inquiring girl still squirming her hips and thighs around a little where she sat.Amelie's reaction was instantaneous. Her face redder than a tomato, she whirled around towards her new, slightly strange friend. "Absolutely not!" she exclaimed, shame readable all over her adorably flushed face. She tried to pull their focus back to study. "We only have ten more minutes until the bell rings. Let's do our best, so we have no regrets when the day ends!" "Ahhh... un!" Raki agreed, in that distinctive Japanese fashion. "Let's do our best!"The last stretch of time with Raki passed normally enough. Amelie able to mostly get what had just happened out of her head, and failing to notice the few more times the khaki-haired girl leaned in to catch another discrete whiff of her appealing scent. They said their goodbyes as they were led into separate exam halls. Housed inside smaller buildings off the main path leading into the school itself. Where the true tests began. As it turned out, the written assessments were significantly easier than she had anticipated. While there were a few questions related to ordinary academics, they were of a level that gave her little pause. Most of the questions were about past popular idols, brands, and the Aikatsu system. Then some questions, worth the most points, that functioned almost like a personality quiz. Clearly intended to measure her passion. The very passion that burned in Amelie's chest, setting it aflutter even now in the middle of the entrance exam. This test was no match for a true idol's will!After the exam there was a short break, during which Amelie sought out Raki again, but was unable to find her. Some second or third year idols had come to visit the newcomers, but none that Amelie recognised. That made sense, she supposed. The truly popular ones would probably be busy with jobs, recording sessions, photoshoots, TV spots... Amelie tingled at the thoughts of the future ahead of her. Perhaps some of the bigger idols would still come to watch the auditions themselves, though?"Hashimoto, Amelie to the nurse's office." It was a voice over the PA system, which had been calling out names down the Japanese alphabet and reached hers all too soon. This was the part she had been dreading the most, the physical examination. If it was anything like grade school, she'd have to strip down so her measurements could be taken. Be lined up with a bunch of other girls, some of which would see fit to comment on any points of difference they observed in the slender shape of her foreigner body.Stardust's grand main building, and her chance to finally enter it, did little to dull her nerves. Knowing her destination, it was hard to appreciate the high ceilings and large electronic displays showing off advertisements to its students... and by its students. An exceedingly modern interior that contrasted with the classical architecture of the building's facade. Said students were all off in class it seemed, although she did catch sight of one girl in the uniform she hoped to soon be wearing, emerging from a toilet break.The nurse's room was larger than she expected, full of white beds and medical equipment. She quickly realised that, unlike the medical exams at grade school, here the curtains were drawn. No way! They cared about her privacy? She didn't have to strip in front of two dozen other girls? A weight lifted immediately from her narrow shoulders."This way, please!"Amelie's eyes snapped over to the source of the voice, a girl with auburn hair and purple eyes. She looked a little older than her, probably a high-schooler or at least a third-year. Giving off an air of maturity further enhanced by her nurse's jacket, although upon further inspection, Amelie could see that it was worn over what was clearly the distinctive Stardust uniform! "You're a student here?" Amelie's words left her lips before she even realised how stupid it was to utter them. It was obvious, right? Besides, wasn't it rather insulting to ask? It meant she hadn't heard of her!"That's correct! I volunteered to help out the school nurse, part of my work as an admin!" the older girl replied with enthusiasm. Her tone was pleasant, and her movements accompanied by the kinds of flourishes one expected of an idol. Unknown or not, Amelie could tell that this girl was the real deal! "So with that, I present... Yuri-chan's medical examination!" A gentle giggle escaped Amelie's lips, not expecting the dramatic flair. She was glad, though. Knowing that the one she had to bare herself to was a fellow idol, and such an elegant one, helped her feel more at ease."I'm in your care, Yuri-chan!" she uttered with a small bow, waiting for the curtain to be closed again before stepping out of her shoes. Closing her eyes as she was told to get against the wall and have her height be taken."136 centimetres. How cute!" It was clear Yuri had meant it as a compliment, but still, did she have to say it that loud? It made the younger redhead blush, hugging herself where she stood. She'd always been the smallest in her class. Back at the orphanage, there was even a nine-year-old who was taller!Next, Amelie was directed to undress. She shivered as she began, stepping out of the comfy shorts she wore and then unbuttoning her blouse. Every second bared more of her soft, delicate body, showed off more pristine and unblemished skin, pure as snow. She did it all with her eyes closed, still squeezed shut since back before her height was measured. Too afraid to see what kind of look might be on Yuri’s face.When she did dare to crack open her left eye, just a little, Amelie got quite the shock. The older girl was knelt down, staring intently at her lower body. Immediately, her cheeks reddened further. Why?! Were her hips too wide? She admitted they were a bit thicker than those of her friends, but her waist was thin, so that made up for it, right?!“I’ll make it work!” the young girl blurted out, pressing her thighs together as she squirmed under Yuri’s gaze. Her hand rushed forwards, grabbed hold of Yuri’s pen-hand and squeezed it a little too firmly. Terrified that she might note down something that disqualified her from being an idol. “Calm down, calm down! It’s no problem!” Yuri reassured, as she was pulled to her feet by the desperate younger girl. “A body like yours would go really well for a ‘sexy’ type idol, really!” Despite the reassuring words, there was a tone in her voice that Amelie immediately picked up on. Disappointment. There was something wrong after all, she knew it! She felt tears fill her eyes, even as Yuri set down the electronic notepad and placed her hands on her shoulders to soothe her.And then it happened again.
Sniff, sniff.At first it had just been boys, smelling her in weird and extremely inappropriate ways. Often accompanied by teasing or outright bullying about her scent. When she’d learned it wasn’t limited to just boys her age, it had led to her avoiding men wherever she could. Especially as her body had continued to develop into pubescence, and the problem only seemed to grow worse. It had become far more common for girls to also notice. And while generally, they at least tended to avoid insulting her, they had... other ways of making her feel immensely uncomfortable. As if the whole “we’re both girls” thing was making them feel they could get away with more.Amelie didn’t know it yet, but Yuri was definitely part of that last category.“Yeah, you’ll be fine... probably. I just need to test one more thing.” Yuri’s demeanor had suddenly changed. She was speaking more slowly, her breathing uneven, and her face red. All-too-familiar signs that Amelie immediately recognised, having witnessed them many times before. Was this where she was going to keep smelling her? Try and kiss her? Why did this have to happen in the middle of her blowing her medical examination?“Could you sit down on the edge of the bed?” It was a strangely normal question, and so Amelie hesitantly obliged. How could she not? Her attendance at this academy might depend on it! A dream that she wasn’t willing to risk. Grabbing the edges of the hospital bed, she hoisted herself up onto it. Her legs dangled off the side, far from reaching the ground in her seated position. Only making her look and feel even smaller than she already was.Yuri climbed onto the bed with her, wiggling up behind her to circle her waist with her arms. Amelie’s entire body stiffened at the unexpected contact, her heart pounding in her chest. “Ahhm, Yuri-chan, what are you... is this part of the exam?” the small twelve-year-old demanded, twisting around to try and look behind her. Trying to find an answer in the face of the girl who was ignoring her obvious discomfort, and had just slid her fingers down to begin rubbing them at Amelie's bared thighs.“Shhh, keep your voice down.” Yuri's tone was serious and sinister as she gave Amelie's exposed flesh a firm squeeze. “I have to... check your hymen. It's school protocol.” The unconvincing explanation did very little to reassure the younger girl, but that hardly stopped the older's fingers from sliding their way underneath those tight-fitting, heart-patterned panties.“What?! Why? What does my hymen have to do with being an idol?” the little redhead whimpered, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Why would Stardust Academy demand such a thing? This was way too weird and perverted. “Everything. Fans are sensitive you know? Boys especially. If you’re not a virgin, or if you have a boyfriend, they may not want to support you,” Yuri emphatically explained, even as her index and middle finger found that sensitive pink slit between Amelie's thighs. Pushed between the plump, hairless lips of her vulnerable, underage sex, causing her hips to give an involuntary buck forwards. A soft squelch sounded out, and Amelie's shame deepened.“You’re a sensitive little girl aren’t you? It’s so cute! Your pussy is all wet, it’s sucking on my fingertips, and I haven’t even touched your little clitty yet,” the auburn-haired girl whispered hotly into her ear, ignoring her desperate squirming. She was helpless, unable to do much but whine and feel her hips shiver as her assailant decided to accentuate those words, and press her thumb down atop that barely hidden, pea-sized nub underneath the hood of her labia.This was all kinds of wrong! From the way she was being held, locked in an inescapable embrace, to Yuri’s fingertips greedily dipping into her quivering cunny. The hot breath so close against the back of her neck, as Yuri panted and moaned while grinding herself up against her. Then, there was the feeling of something hard, something warm, pressing between the cheeks of her bubbly little preteen butt. The heat of it felt even through the cutesy panties that thankfully still clung tightly to its developing curves.“I’m sorry, I’m not hurting you am I? I’m... almost done. You’re so soft...” Yuri audibly breathed in the scent of her skin. Amelie knew this was not part of any normal school or medical protocol, but wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to scream for help, of course, but that would surely cost Yuri her career. Could she really do that, wouldn't that be too selfish? Yuri had said it'd be over soon, and she wasn't being rough... Amelie tried to justify her silence to herself, even as her body trembled, as her teary eyes watched her assailant's hand violate her innocent pussy. She'd always been way too forgiving towards those who wronged her.Still, she was scared. She had no idea what this object poking her from behind even was. Some kind of toy? It was so warm, though, and Yuri kept letting out happy groans of pleasure every time it rubbed up and down the cheeks of her butt. Yet they were both girls. Indeed, that was one fact Amelie was well and truly clinging to, having let things come as far as they had.“Yuri-san, what’s taking you so lo-” The face of a bronze-haired girl with a puffed side-bun hairdo suddenly poked itself through the curtain. Her eyes went wide as they took in the sight of the pair in front of her. Clearly not expecting to find her classmate pushing her fingers into the underwear of one of the new idol hopefuls.“Miki-chan?!” Caught red-handed, Yuri immediately pulled away. Her fingers slick with Amelie's juices, a glimmering thread of the redhead's natural lubricant falling away from the slender digits to land atop Amelie's thigh. “My apologies. I was a little too thorough,” she hurriedly muttered as she slid off the hospital bed, distancing herself from the still trembling twelve-year-old before proceeding to collect and hand her back her clothes. “I do believe you’re physically suited for being an idol though!” She paused, evaluating Amelie's expression as if hoping the good news might undo the damage she'd done. “I look forward to your audition!”Amelie remained completely stunned as she sat there, processing what had just occurred. She felt utterly violated, like Yuri had taken something important from her. Her cheeks were still wet from her soundless crying, and yet... “Why would you do such a thing? It’s not like you to think with your second head, Yuri!” came Miki’s voice. Yuri didn't answer, just looked very ashamed of herself as she concentrated on filling out Amelie's results on her digital pad. The redhead sighed, heavily. It was as she thought, this girl wasn’t some sort of serial molester. The reason she had acted out was because of her, her inability to speak up, her scent. Her fault. Amelie wordlessly dressed herself, trying her best to fake a smile as Yuri gave her a thumbs up. She even took a small, elegant bow, muttered a ‘thank you’ as she left the room in which her purity had been sullied.---The two admins watched Amelie’s retreat in silence. A few moments passed, before Yuri ticked the final box on Amelie’s form and hit send. “You… seriously just approved her?” Miki exclaimed. “You know a girl like her would never be allowed to study here! Think about what it’d be like for her, when others realised... and the effect on the other students!” The blonde still stared at the little screen in her friend’s hands in disbelief.“Maybe. But she seemed passionate… and after what I put her through, doesn’t she deserve a chance?” Yuri replied, wearing a self-assured grin. Eyes lingering on little Amelie’s retreating figure until she had completely vanished from sight.“Is that really it?” Her friend’s answer had caught her by surprise, and she lifted an eyebrow and folded her arms. “Maybe you’re just hoping to see more of her? You seemed completely smitten.” Yuri couldn’t help but muse upon that for a short while, smiling the whole time. “Who knows?” she finally said, moving to pull open the curtains of the little workspace. “If you disagree with my decision, you’re free to tell the headmistress.”For the first time in her life, Miki couldn’t tell what her friend was thinking. Sure, she could see what Yuri saw in the girl. Had also noticed Amelie’s charm, and boundless passion for their school, herself. If Yuri thought she was doing the small girl a favour though, she’d be in for a rude awakening. Or was she acting purely out of selfishness? Her icy blue eyes studied the girl, who promptly noticed her gaze. “I’m sorry, but the queue is getting quite long,” Yuri said stiffly, excusing herself. It was up to Miki to do the right thing, then. Even if it meant snuffing out the fire of hope for Amelie’s stay at Stardust. If the girl’s mere presence could cause her friend to act so out of sorts, she didn’t even want to imagine how much worse it could get.---
It’s okay. After the medical exam, Amelie’s mind was still in flux. She’d been called in almost immediately, though, her swirling thoughts given no chance to settle. Time for the most important moment of her evaluation for Stardust admission - her audition. She apologised. It was another girl. It was just some rubbing. As much as she tried to reassure herself, what could only be called sexual assault was not so easy to brush off. Even Raki had been weird with her... could she really make it as an idol? If she made it, became a public figure, wouldn’t these things only start happening more?

She was led into a large circular room, a small door leading in, and many larger gates leading out. Is this really worth i- She noticed the table in the middle of the room, and was promptly pulled right out of her internal monologue. Her glimmering green eyes lighting up as they took in what was presented atop it.

“Aikatsu cards…” the redhead whispered to herself, bursting forwards with an excited skip-dash towards the panel. Rows upon rows of dress cards awaited her, common ones yes, but still ever so beautiful in her eyes. The clothes of idols, the ideal she’d dreamed and daydreamed about made manifest. All those other intrusive thoughts slipped away in the moment, as her gaze slid eagerly from one ‘normal coord’ to another. Excitedly wondering what she wanted everybody to see her in out on stage. These pre-prepared, matching sets on offer here certainly appealed. She needed this to be special, though. Just going with the flow wasn’t good enough.

“This one!” She reached forward with a smile, selecting a red-frilled cropped top with fluffy, puffed purple arm-warmers that made her heart flutter. The text at the side showing the brand name, ”Angely Sugar” One of the ‘cute’ brands she had been fond of since she was a little kid. “And this!” The next card was a matching dark purple half-skirt that to her screamed elegance. Part of the brand she had been enamored by in recent years, ”Sangria Rosa”. Finally, she completed the set with a pair of wine-red high-heeled shoes and fishnet stockings created by “Spicy Ahega”. Together they would make up her “Good Coord”. A gamble for an inexperienced idol like herself, she knew that. Perhaps a necessary one though, for someone who only barely made it through their physical exam.

As she took the third card from the panel, one of the large pairs of doors in front of her swung open. Welcoming her into a small room with another panel, this one in the shape of a large golden star with five rectangular slots. Her heart throbbed in her chest, so hard she could all but feel it in her fingertips, as she stared at it. Knowing she stood before the threshold between her bland, ordinary life as a nameless nobody, and a frighteningly uncertain but exciting future as an idol. Was she really good enough?

“I can’t hesitate now. Not while my heart is all aflutter!” she told herself as she pressed her small bundle of cards to her aching chest. “I promised myself I’d make a difference, to make my heart sing and share its happiness and love. To inspire hope like she did for me.” A deep breath followed, a short pause before she steeled herself, her dream too important to let some “minor” discomforts let her down.

“Such is my will, the will of an idol!” She all but slammed the three cards she’d picked into the panel’s matching openings, followed by a fourth, almost-blank card that identified her as an examinee.

The following moments were nothing short of magical. The room lit up, and the cards flashed. She felt her body being somehow carried off, and then all her regular clothes vanished. Her young form left bare for the briefest moment before the light engulfing her took on the shape of the beautiful outfit she had chosen.

Then where there had been light, there was now fabric. The cropped top hugged her form snugly and comfortably. Bared her young, perfectly smooth belly, as those cute puffed arm-warmers did the same for her shoulders. The half skirt swished along her right leg while leaving the left thigh open, the soft skin of a shapely leg embraced only by those airy fishnet stockings. It felt elegant and lightweight. Something she could dance in without any resistance. Her very first idol coord!

An indescribable warmth filled her, like nothing she’d ever felt before. It grew and grew as the stage formed around her, as she quickly found herself greeted by a room full of a mix of people and holographic avatars all eagerly awaiting what this ‘new blood’ would bring.

Fate wasn’t done testing her passion, however. The room soon filled with mumbling. “Of course the foreigner would pick such a lewd outfit!” she heard, her eyes daring towards a pair of second-years among the crowd. They were grinning and gossiping, one was an elegent pink-haired girl with a bit of an ‘ojousama’ aura, and her friend a sporty-looking blonde with her hair tied in two long side-tails. Amelie flushed at the comment. Was her coord really that lewd? She couldn’t tell whether the voice was one of disapproval or not, though she assumed so. Thoroughly unaware of how her appearance, her spotless ivory skin would certainly have an exotic appeal to some.

Then the music started. Swept up in the melody she had arduously composed for herself, her anxiety melted away, and the mumbling faded to match. In the back, Amelie saw a familiar-looking girl with short, tied-back blue hair look up from her notes with a grin. She muttered something too quietly to hear properly, something like ”Isn’t this unusual?” The crowd had clearly expected to hear the conventional tune of the provided examination song, ‘Idol activities’, for the umpteenth time this day. Taking no chances, however, Amelie had spent day and night to deliver a song of her own, more suited to her personal style. One from which her hope and love could freely burst forth.

The bewilderment of her audience was palpable as the stage warped and shifted, the backdrop forming a stylized, rainy cityscape. Her heart swelled further when she caught a glimpse of Raki off to the side, the girl had seemingly paired up with another idol hopeful, a girl with honey-brown hair adorned with a cute pink bow. To her delight, and as if to put her lingering doubts to rest, the two were quite energetically cheering her on! And as the jaunty introductory riff made way for the melody of Amelie’s song, and her delicate body swayed with the music, her sweet, yet powerful singing voice joined in. The passion of her performance instantly captivating those who listened.

“I just want to break out, and run until tomorrow in one fell swoop♪” As her performance picked up, a wave of her arms and a twirl of her lean hips brightened the room, forming a colorful heart-shaped double rainbow that spanned across the entire stage. An effect known as a ’special appeal’, reacting to the powerful emotions in her heart. Many among the still rather stunned crowd began to cheer and wave along, and Amelie’s pretty face lit up, bright and overflowing with warmth. Her feelings were reaching them!

“Even though I cannot go and meet the stars and moon above. That’s okay, that’s all okay! I’ll always keep on going, it’s definitely moving forward, I love you more and more♪” Her song was a mix between a song of hope and perseverance, and a pop-styled love song. It wasn’t aimed at anyone in particular, just to let whoever listened to her know ‘someone loves you’. Some clapped their hands to the rhythm, others just stared in awe. The excitement, the joy in all these people as they watched and listened to her was undeniable. This was all she had ever wished for!

All too soon, Amelie found herself at the end of her song, heralded by her singing becoming a gentle hum of the melody. The background and rainbows exploded into stars like fireworks around her, as her time on the stage came to its end. Sweat dripped along her neck, her calves and thighs burned. She had no idea maintaining a special appeal took so much energy! The exhaustion was dizzying, she felt like she might pass out at any moment. But then her audience erupted into cheers and loud, thunderous applause, and she burst immediately into a wide, lovely smile. With a bow, she descended from the stage, head swimming from both the toll of her performance and her giddy delight alike. It felt like everything was as it should be. The exhaustion, the sniffing. The groping. As long as she could experience moments like these, she’d bear with them.

She finished changing back into her normal clothes just in time to catch the tail end of Raki’s live performance. Happy for the chance to cheer on her friend as she sang, just as Raki had done for her. Butterflies still doing their own little dance in her tummy, as she watched the girl prance about so cutely on stage. Then two more, before the day of auditions drew to a close.

Amelie waited in the hallway for her new friend, shooting the occasional glance up at the blank panels above, on which the names of the few hopefuls who had passed Stardust’s very selective admission examination would eventually appear.

"Ciao! Amelie!" The energetic girl’s voice signalled her return. Amelie grinned, and held up her hand in a ‘high-five’ gesture.

“You were super cute on the stage, Raki-chan! My heart was all aflutter!” she complimented her friend, who laughed happily.

“Kyaha! You think so? Thank you!” she responded wholeheartedly, before making an excited little jump. “I had to give it my all, after you went and raised the bar so high! A good coord? Multiple Special appeals? Your own song! You were going way overboard Amelie-san! Geez!” The young redhead chuckled awkwardly at that. Was she being chastized?

“I don’t think it was that special! I had a lot to prove, they almost tossed me out at the physical examination!” Amelie explained, though of course she would have done it all anyway. Being an obvious foreigner, the black sheep of her family, an orphan... ‘good enough’ was not a passing grade for someone like her. She had her reasons, none of which she was proud of. “Where did your friend go, the one you were with when I was on stage?” she eventually asked. To which Raki gave her an expression of shock.

“Oh, that girl! I forgot to ask her name, that’s a little unlucky!” She gave herself a light knock on the back of her head. Something which made Amelie let out a mildly amused huff. Raki seemed to be the kind of girl who didn’t really think about what she did. It was likely that if she didn’t take initiative now, she may not see her again.

“Let’s share phone numbers!” the redhead declared, pulling out her small pink flip-phone and holding it out. With a quick exchange of digits, the two officially became friends. Finishing inputting their numbers into each others’ device just in time for the results to be posted up on the board.

Amelie’s heart froze as her eyes scanned over the field of names. Excited shouts already bursting out around her, as one young girl or another saw her dream come true. Then she saw it. Class A1, Hashimoto Amelie! Raki’s name just two spots below it! Her face lit up, her ears burned, and the beating in her chest became a full-on bass drum.

“We’re in the same class!” they called out in unison, grinning as they looked each other in the eyes. Amelie felt tears in hers. Today she’d made her first idol friend, and taken the first step into a world she had wanted to be a part of since she was a child. A world where glamorous, shining stars inspired the world with their brilliance. Where she too could one day touch the hearts of millions! Maybe. She just hoped, for at least somebody, she could be the light that shined in their dark.

Not ten seconds after the happy revelation did she hear the school intercom buzz to life. A freezing chill travelling up her spine even before the serious, cold voice on the intercom finished its announcement. “Applicant Number 412, Hashimoto Amelie. Please make your way to the headmistress’ office.” Disbelief struck her, left her numb to all the brightness and colour and happiness of the Stardust Academy hallways. What had she done wrong? Was this because of what had happened at the physical exam? Had she gone too far with her stage live?

Was her time as an idol already over, before it had even begun?

Amelie balled her fist, her expression turning defiant as she looked towards her friend. “Ah well, seems things aren’t quite that simple. You should probably go home!” she told Raki, trying not to let the waver in her voice betray her nervousness. “I’m fine. I’m not giving up on my future!” she continued, though she could tell she was trying to reassuring herself as much as she was her friend. Raki’s plum-coloured eyes widened in dismay, as Amelie tried to keep the tears from hers. “We’ll experience all the joys of Aikatsu together, I know it!”

“Such is my will. The will of an idol!”

Card Acquired!

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Maybe it’s not a bad thing. Maybe they want to tell me how impressed they were!Amelie had been standing in front of the large, wooden double doors for half a minute now, trying to psych herself up for whatever news might await her beyond them. She had been talking so big in front of Raki, and surely at least some of that bravado was earned! Even making it this far was an achievement! Now she just had to believe in herself. So, no matter how much her head might still swirl with doubts, with worries her dream would end before it could begin, she would walk in and face Stardust’s vaunted, respected headmistress with it still held high!“Please excuse me!” Amelie announced her entrance with the typical polite phrase, as she pushed against the brass handle and stepped inside. The office was bright and spacious, her eyes darting along the white walls and bookshelves to land upon the two figures standing at the relatively small desk all the way in the back. She recognised both of them immediately. The man to the left was perhaps in his mid to late thirties, with ash-brown hair. The legendary choreographer Johnny Bepp. It was the woman sitting at the desk who worried her more, however. Orihime Mitsuishi, the headmistress herself. An elegant woman with dark blue eyes, and long hair that ended in drill-like curls. Known for being as kind as she was stern and shrewd. The one who had called her in.“I see you have come, Amelie Hashimoto,” she began, arms folded just below the bottom of the designer scarf she wore. Her eyes were serious. “I am this school’s headmistress, Orihime Mitsuishi. You’re probably wondering why I asked for you.” She was straight to the point, keeping her eyes on the younger girl as she approached the desk. Amelie found her expression inscrutable, shifting her gaze to the man standing at her side, who proved much easier to read. A look of… dejection, and guilt? What could she have done to earn herself that kind of look?“That I am. If I have done anything to offend, I apologise, but please, I promise my passion and dedication will speak for themselves!” the redhead declared, one hand pressed to her chest as the other laid flat atop the desk in front of her. She didn’t want to give up, she wanted to study here, in the same school as her legendary childhood hero had! Wanted it so badly, that desperation started to sink in. “Please let me learn at your school! I may not be the brightest, and my figure may not be ideal for an idol, but I swear I’ll work harder than anyone to uphold the image of your academy!” Tears brimmed in the corners of her large, innocent child’s eyes that she couldn’t really explain. She leaned forwards over the desk to accentuate her words, only to notice something, a barely-defined tinge of pink on the older woman’s cheeks as the lady sat back in her chair. A slight twitch of her folded hands. The woman otherwise did not move, eerily quiet in the face of Amelie’s sudden outburst. Had she messed up?“A thousand apologies, Ame-honey!” Johnny suddenly cut in, making a face that clearly betrayed panic as he gripped her shoulder and pulled her a step away from the desk. “But you must understand, a girl, no... a girl like you isn’t supposed to be here.” Normally, Amelie would have instinctively jerked away when a man touched her like he had. Johnny, however, seemed remarkably nonthreatening. His touch didn’t linger, nor did he lean in to sniff her. In fact, the most noticeable thing about him was the way he spoke.Going by his name, Amelie had always thought Johnny was English. But his attempts at using words from her native tongue were more hilarious than they were comprehensible. Nevertheless, the novelty of it helped catch her attention, and she found herself trying to figure out what he meant by “a girl like her”. Was she too childish? Too foreign? Why had he emphasised the ‘girl’ part in English? When she went to retort, however, it was just in time for Orihime to finally regain her voice. Amelie’s lips hurriedly pressing themselves closed again to let the woman speak."We know you have talent,” Orihime began, taking a careful breath. “No run-of-the-mill idol could create and employ a custom special appeal on her very first performance, much less maintain it as long as you did.” Her voice was serious, but she did sound impressed. If not also a little frustrated. “Indeed, we couldn't be seen to reject such talent in front of the other students. Officially, you've passed with flying colours," the headmistress explained. Amelie felt her chest tighten. That ominous word, “officially”, made it sound like unofficially, the situation was anything but."She simply cannot be allowed to attend this academy!" interjected the worried, older man, his words accompanied with wild, exaggerated motions. "There'll be chaos!" He gripped the sides of his head with both hands, like somebody in a horror movie. Amelie tightened the first that was still pressed into her chest, glaring at the animated gentleman in his green and yellow jersey. She’d thought him on her side, but perhaps she’d misjudged.“Why? It has been my dream to study here for years, you even said that I passed your exams!” The young redhead demanded to know, trying to keep the tears to the corners of her eyes even as she felt them ready to burst forth. Was this because she was an outsider? An orphan? Because her thighs were a little too thick? “Please, tell me, what must I do to convince you to give me a chance?” As the words left her mouth, Amelie realised she might be acting too desperate. Shut herself up, as she watched Orihime and Johnny exchange a glance. Neither seemed very sure of what to do. Eventually, the former turned back to her."Amelie. We are honoured that someone with your... level of ability would choose our Academy to further her idol training. We have no doubts that when it comes to our curriculum, you would thrive... but you would surely succeed at one of the other idol schools as well." A pause was allowed, the woman grabbing a tissue from her desk to dab a barely noticeable sheen of sweat off her face. From beneath the desk, there came the barely audible sound of her elegant legs opening, and then closing against one another. Amelie went to speak up for herself, but once again her mouth was left to open and then awkwardly close itself as the Headmistress continued making her point. “I won’t dance around the issue. You’re different from the other girls here. We’re worried that might cause… problems for you. And for our students. Distract them, cause them to... act out.”The little idol hopeful stood there, dumstruck. “Different” how? How was all this vague language not dancing around the issue?! Why could neither of the adults in this room give her a reason they were so adamantly against her attending? She wanted to scream at how unfair it was. To scream that she didn’t care and she wasn’t going to change her mind about wanting to come to Stardust, and Stardust alone.Orihime’s comment about distracting other students hung in her mind, however. She had seen how Raki had behaved in her proximity, and then Yuri after that. Maybe something really was wrong with her… and she hated the thought of causing problems for everyone. She grit her teeth, as her tears began to flow unrestrainedly down her cheeks. Tracing their way over her delicate jaw to drip from her dainty chin. She wanted so badly to attend Stardust, but not at the cost of the other students. She couldn't let herself ruin anyone else's dreams for her own selfish reasons.“Sorry, Bridge-honey” Amelie twinged as the man called her that. Hearing the word in English hit harder for some reason, even though she knew on some level the man was just grabbing the first part of her adopted surname, “Hashimoto”. Base of the bridge, if one translated the characters. “But we have to consider your well-being, and that of the other-honeys. Forgive us.” She could hear the regret in his voice, could tell that he wanted to do more for her but couldn’t.“I understand. I’m sorry for the trouble I caused,” Amelie finally uttered with a heavy heart. Taking a moment to force down this brick-sized lump in the back of her throat before she looked up with as bright a smile as she could possibly fake. It fooled no one. Orihime and Johnny just stared back at her, clearly conflicted about the meeting’s outcome. Wanting to say something comforting, but not having the words. Amelie turned, and walked out the door. Leaving the two of them to wonder whether they had truly done the right thing in crushing this innocent little girl’s hopes and dreams.Well, they both knew the alternative.---Dusk was already starting to set in as Amelie exited the main building. The exams had taken up the entire day, and now the school grounds looked completely abandoned. The beautiful, enchanting place that had once inspired such hope in her, now felt so cold, dull and distant. Every pristine feature of the campus a signpost of her failure on the way back to the orphanage. The other kids would probably tease her when they found out she hadn’t made the cut.“It’s okay,” she said out loud to herself. “I’ll just try again at another idol school.” Tried to smile, even as a fresh chill of despair washed over her. “And that would truly satisfy you, Hashimoto-san?” Amelie stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening with shock as someone called out to her from behind. This voice, this aura, this overwhelming presence. As she slowly spun herself around, she felt the beating in her heart come to a halt.“Mizuki... Kanzaki?” Before her stood the girl who had been the world’s number one idol for years. Who had consistently topped the charts for as long as she remembered. Who had only just recently begun to enjoy potential challengers. Everyone’s inspiration, and her childhood hero.Amelie couldn’t believe who she was looking at, talking to. Walking towards. Then one of Mizuki’s hands reached out for her own, and she temporarily lost the brain power even to know what she believed. Stood there immobilised, just gazing up into the older girl’s eyes, like they somehow seemed to demand. Mizuki’s long, grape-coloured hair swished in the wind, the dim light distorting around her as she leaned in a little, and curled her fingers around Amelie’s smaller counterparts.“What will you do when you get home? Will you still be able to chase your dream?” Mizuki’s voice was gentle, almost like a big sister, but the question only made the pain inside Amelie grow stronger. Suddenly, her heart felt like a solid stone, and her knees trembled. The tears she had finally managed to push back spilled free once again. She buckled, the world spinning around her as she fell to her knees. She barely saw Mizuki’s expression change to surprise, faintly heard her call out, “Hey, are you alright?” before everything around her turned to black.---“A ninety-bloody-two?! For English?” From somewhere among the inky, impossible darkness, a voice called out to Amelie. The echoing bellow of her father, a sound she had so longed to forget. “Have you no respect for your heritage, young lady? You ungrateful little bitch!” It droned on and on, each hateful word tearing at her soul, each syllable like a burning iron nail to her skull. “You’re British for God’s sake! For you to have anything short of a perfect score is an affront to your family! To the Sark bloodline!”Things went silent, and Amelie was left alone in the cold darkness with her loathing. No sooner had one memory faded, however, that another appeared, more vivid than the last. When the fog lifted, she was face-to-face with the vision of her mother. She felt a tightness around her throat, and a strain on her back. She remembered this moment of her childhood all too well.“You worthless little whore! Temptress! Succubus! Demon!” The older woman’s words were like venom. Those eyes that held the same green hue as Amelie’s burning with rage and disgust. The pressure on her neck tightened as she realized her tiny body was pushed against a wall, suspended a foot or two from the floor. Then the vision changed, and she could see her eight year old self, body held in the air by the infuriated lady’s shaking hands.“It’s your fault your daddy doesn’t look at me with love anymore! It’s your filthy slut body that’s tearing our family apart!” The memory of her mom all but howled as she strangled her. “I should have never had you, should have killed you the moment you were born!”More and more recollections flashed by. Her childish form dropping to the floor. Staggering, then darting out the door. She watched the woman who should have protected her shout after her. For her never to return, that she wasn’t welcome anymore. That she wasn’t her daughter anymore.She saw herself stagger about in the cold street, bruised and broken, her dress torn. Sobbing, wrapping her arms around her tender, still-developing body for but a trace of warmth. A mere child, bereft of parental love, living off discarded scraps of food and deathly terrified of people. Then the vision faded again, and she found herself looking through her own eyes once more. Gazing down into the churning waters of a river, past her bare toes as they hung from the edge of that familiar bridge. It was that day. The day when nine-year-old Amelie had resolved to end it. Knowing that in this world there would be no one to love her. To care for her. No one who would need her. She had finally decided it would be better this way.That was when she’d heard her song. Mizuki’s song. She remembered stepping away from the river while watching the large screen in the middle of the town square, a live broadcast of her concert. At the time she hadn’t realized why it had gripped her so. The words about love? About believing, about ‘making fate turn its head around’? All she knew was she’d been unable to avert her eyes, entranced by the sight on the screen. Listening to the way the song’s melody mixed with the girl’s voice, the music conjuring a feeling of warmth despite the stinging cold.This was the power of an idol. The ability to give hope and thereby change lives. As she continued to slowly walk towards the screen, she realized. It had saved hers.She wanted to learn this same power. So that she could inspire others in turn.---“UWAH!” She shot up moments after the memories faded, looking around with blinking eyes. Somehow, she’d ended up on a bench, inside a stone gazebo of sorts. Her body wrapped up comfortably in a quilt of some kind. A quilt, and nothing more than her underwear. Her face reddened, while a frantic glance around located her clothes folded neatly on the table in the gazebo’s center.“You were sweating profusely while you were passed out. I had to make sure you didn’t catch a cold.” Her eyes were drawn to the girl who had just occupied most of her thoughts, and had apparently been sat waiting for her to wake up. Now walking over, leaning in to press her hand to Amelie’s forehead. “Are you feeling better?” the purple-haired girl asked calmly, though with something in her voice that Amelie couldn’t quite place.“I... think so,” Amelie replied hesitantly, reaching for her clothes. Clumsily wriggling back into them underneath the blanket she’d been given. Despite the warmth, her body felt clammy, strangely sticky with what she assumed to be sweat. That was what Mizuki had told her, after all. She was just glad that her panties and bra had been kept on, otherwise she may have died from embarrassment! “I don’t know what came over me.” She’d never passed out before. Was it just the stress? “Are you going back in?” the older idol questioned, just as Amelie finished pulling up her shorts. The redhead paused for a moment.“I don’t know if I should.” Her voice reflected her uncertainty, still slightly strained. “As much as I want to attend the same school as you did, I don’t want to get in the way of everyone else’s idol activities.” She furrowed her brow, looking up with a determined expression. “Besides, Principal Orihime said I’d be able to make it even if I went to a different school!” she declared with a smile. Even as Mizuki’s words from before lanced through her brain again. Would that truly satisfy her?“It’s not often I find myself disagreeing with Orihime, but this was poor judgment on her part.” Those words took Amelie by surprise, and Mizuki clearly noticed that from the way the younger redhead stared at her. “Lest you misunderstand, I watched you perform. Your latent talent was obvious to me.” She began, and her expression only seemed to glow up from there. “Orihime is right on one account, you'd probably be a decent enough idol no matter which academy you joined.” Mizuki’s voice was so reassuring, just listening her seemed to one by one reignite the burned-out embers that remained of her resolve. “...but should you attended Stardust, far from being an obstacle to anyone, you could make waves in the world of Aikatsu you or I can scarcely imagine.” Amelie’s breath caught in her throat. The chill from before became a warmth that quickly suffused her entire being. Did this mean Mizuki saw a future in which Amelie could be on the same level as her? What followed was a line that stoked those embers back into a roaring inferno of passion. “Forget the moon and stars. You could be a galaxy in your own right.” The purple-haired idol stood up as she talked, taking the now-discarded blanket under which Amelie had rested and folding it to stuff into her bag. “Wait!” Amelie called out. She was shaking again, but this time it wasn’t anxiety or exhaustion, but full-bore excitement. “I’ll do it! I’ll make my passion burn hotter and hotter, until I can share the world stage with you, Mizuki-chan!” she declared firmly, both her hands folded against her chest. “I’ll sing and sing, until everyone can hear my song! Such is my will, the will of an idol!” The foreigner was so caught up, she had accidentally used the wrong honorific, one used for speaking to an equal. Realization hit her, and she went completely and adorably red-faced. Waving her hands as she stammered, trying to correct herself. Mizuki didn’t seem too bothered, managing a joyful laugh as she turned to leave. “I’m looking forward to it. Keep chasing and reaching towards me, and that time may one day come.” The older girl took her first few steps towards the arched entrance of the school grounds. “Oh, and one last thing. Do be more careful,” Mizuki added, craning her head back towards the redhead. “You were fortunate I was around when you passed out, but you won’t get far as an idol relying only on luck.” She smiled as she said it, warming the redhead’s heart even as she took her leave. Reassuring the younger girl that she could take it from here, and Amelie was not about to betray that faith.---Back in the Headmistress’ office, Orihime’s thoughts were still of the young, petite redhead. Even though she and Johnny had agreed their first priority was to protect her, and the academy’s students, it had pained them both to see her so utterly broken and defeated. To watch the passion and warmth on that adorable face be snuffed out. Even though Johnny had proudly declared he’d “done what’s best for Bridge-honey, yeaaah!” she could tell he was still conflicted when he exited the office not long after the young girl had. Orihime was conflicted too. Would it really have been so bad if she had stayed? The little girl could have done so much good at her school. The power in her songs and dance could have inspired many, and she seemed like a hard worker with a good attitude.Then there was that tender, soft-looking little body. Those dainty little lips, and that intoxicating scent. Orihime bit the inside of her cheek, sliding one of her hands down underneath the desk as her own body gave her a reminder of the danger Amelie represented. An aching… problem between her legs, swollen and begging for attention at the mere memories of the girl. A glistening bead of pre oozed through the obvious tent in her blue skirt. She was alone, unlikely to be bothered before tomorrow morning. Would a little stroke to accompany the erotic thoughts pushing themselves into her head really be so wrong?“I’m coming in!” Orihime barely had the time to scramble back into a presentable, seated position.
Hands and elbows hurriedly placed back atop her desk as the voice that still echoed in her head called out through her office’s doors. They were pushed open not a moment later. “Please forgive me, but-” the redhead began, while the older brunette did her best not to look too flustered.“A-Amelie Hashimoto!” the headmistress snapped, a little more aggressively than she’d intended. “What’s the meaning of this? I thought you were heading home!” Even as she got the tone of her voice a little more under control, it remained incredulous.“I was, but after thinking it through, after running into the one who inspired me, I decided that I can accept no substitute,” the redhead declared, with conviction so intense Orihime that found herself without words. Amelie took advantage of the silence to continue baring her feelings. “To study at Stardust was a dream in itself. If I give up here, I have already failed as an idol. And if my talent isn’t in question, I refuse to let you turn me away!” Once more, the spirited little girl with the bright green eyes approached her desk. Causing Orihime to press her nails into its wooden surface, willing herself to breathe carefully. She didn’t need that arousing smell complicating the situation any further.“Your spirit is admirable, Amelie. But the effect your presence will have on your classmates can’t be understated,” Orihime told her bluntly, all the while doing her best to conceal and downplay the effects said presence was having on her own body. Legs folding, breathing shallow and calculated. Trying, and failing, not to notice the girl’s slender figure. Much to her relief, the wannabe student lowered her gaze, her pretty face clouded with regret. Had she finally given up?Amelie had not. “I am sorry, but I won’t back down. Even now, my heart is all aflutter!” Studying at Stardust was a “do or die” decision for her, and she’d not let the hypothetical concerns of others make it for her. “If I cause discomfort in any way, I will give my all to resolve it.” Once more her tiny hands balled themselves into fists, nails digging lightly into her palms from the pressure. “I will make it my duty to ease any burden I put on my classmates… no, to push them on to fly higher!” With every word, the young girl felt confidence flow into her, Mizuki’s words reverberating in her very soul. When she looked up and met the headmistress’s gaze, there was a fiery heat in her eyes that matched the brilliant red of her hair. “If it means I can attend your academy, I will do anything!”Orihime was taken aback, not expecting the girl to be so forward, nor so intense. She must not have any idea what she was saying, the nature of the burden she placed on others. The sorts of things she’d have to do to ease it like she was claiming she would. If this really means that much to her… the headmistress thought to herself, a decidedly wicked smile spreading itself across her normally pleasant face. Hearing the girl say she’d do ‘anything’ had awakened something in her."And you will sign a document that puts that in writing?" New thoughts percolated in Orihime’s mind, as she convinced herself of this new decision. The girl was an orphan, there would be no worry about angry parents threatening lawsuits. Her talent would surely bring in new contracts, further raising the esteem and budget of her academy. Not to mention the potential benefits for the rest of the student populace! Having such a cutie within easy reach could even- She stopped her train of thought there. It wouldn’t do to let her mind devolve into such depraved imaginings, not with the girl in question still present. “You’re serious about this? It won’t be easy. Any reaction you may cause within the students, you shall be held accountable for, and made to deal with by yourself,” she reminded the little girl with a serious tone. “Even a hint of conflict, and you will be expelled. Do you really think you can handle that pressure?” She wasn’t giving details, but details weren’t required to get the signature she desired.“Yes! Absolutely yes!” Amelie jumped onto the opportunity without a moment’s hesitation. Jumped literally, giving a cheerful leap as happy tears came into her eyes. Shaking, almost sobbing with relief. Delicate hands folded together as if about to burst into prayer to whatever deity had given her this opportunity. “I promise that if I upset anyone I’ll work it out with them. If I get hurt, so be it. I’ll overcome those obstacles too. That is my will, the will of an idol!” She didn’t know why Orihime and Johnny had seemed to worry she’d unleash some sort of pandemonium if she was allowed to attend, but she’d prove them both wrong! She’d make everyone smile! Even now her optimism was so utterly endearing, so sweet, so very naive about what she was getting herself into. With Amelie's affirmation, Orihime gestured for the girl to take a seat at the small coffee table at the center right of her office. Giving herself some distance and some time away from the little lolita’s alluring, fertile scent. Finally turning her attention to the small computer on her desk, launching right into word processing. Fingers clacking on the keys as she edited one of the normal student documents into one that would truly seal the poor little girl’s fate. Soon, the papers were finalised and printed out, delivered before the younger redhead. Orihime looking into those innocent, shimmering green eyes as they brimmed with gratitude, and feeling the guilt well up inside her. Reminded herself how badly Amelie wanted this, how she had burst in here begging for it. “Let me know if there’s anything you don’t understand,” she said, as reassuring as possible, and handed over a pen with which Amelie would sign her freedom away.The contract contained some standard lines, signed by all students. Most notably, she agreed she would not speak about the goings-on at Stardust Academy, or any idols affiliated with it. A clause intended to maintain the school’s competitive advantage. Then, there were the new conditions Orihime had added. Nothing too different to what Amelie had already promised verbally, the wording kept vague enough to avoid drawing too much new suspicion. If there were any unresolved disputes, she would take binding responsibility for them, owing to her acknowledgment that she might be a disruptive presence on campus. She forfeit all rights to hold the Academy legally responsible for what happened there, and granted the Academy the right to terminate her enrollment at any time without notice or reason. Her agreement to the contract highlighted the expectation that she would obey any and all rules, including those created in response to issues arising from her being a part of the cohort.The conditions would have looked sketchy to anyone. Absolving Stardust of any and all responsibility, and putting it squarely on the slim shoulders of her still-growing frame. To Amelie however, the contract’s contents barely mattered. She’d agree to anything if it meant following her hopes and dreams. Barely giving the terms the briefest once-over before she put her pen to paper, and scribbled her signature. Simple, but elegant, her first name, Amelie, written in a neat curvy manner. The A forming a heart, and the ends of the final ‘e’ curling back around like a tail. Signed, Amelie! she called out in English, adding a cheery ”Yaaay!” as she threw up her hand with a flourish. Unaware she’d all but signed away her very soul just now. After all, this was the happiest day of her life.The headmistress took in Amelie's display with a chuckle she failed to stifle, and a sad shake of the head. This poor girl absolutely didn't deserve what fate had in store for her. But this was an incredible opportunity for the Academy. A risk, perhaps, but the institution's success was facing stagnation, and a talent like this girl was worth shaking things up for. "Very good," Orihime uttered as she took the signed forms into her hands, gesturing for the younger girl to rise for a brief bow. "Then, it is my pleasure to welcome you as a student at Stardust Academy, the most prestigious and decorated idol school in Japan!" Amelie of course knew those last details, but perhaps it'd get her extra fired-up to hear them coming from the Principal, not to mention accompanied by her official acceptance! "Now, there may be some special preparations required in your case. My apologies in advance if you have to transfer in a few days after the other first-years... though I imagine a talent like yourself will have no trouble in catching up."Amelie was then politely shooed from the room, with a smile and a “I look forward to your future success.” The principal’s hand on her shoulder applying only the lightest pressure with one strangely sweaty palm. The doors closed behind her, and then the click of them being locked sounded out.The first thing the little girl did before heading home was to reach for her phone. She wanted to tell her new friend Raki the good news, invite her over to celebrate their victory somewhere in the coming days. While her phone rang, waiting for the girl to pick up, a single thought ran through her mind.“A galaxy in my own right… could I truly be something that amazing?”
Card Acquired!

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Five days came and went. While Amelie’s classmates started their long-anticipated first week at Stardust, the young redhead sadly had to make do with her usual routine a little longer. Something made all the harder by the jittery, distracting excitement she held towards the day when she would finally get to join them.Raki had voiced her displeasure about the delay, even enthusiastically offered to protest the injustice to the student council, and the Headmistress herself. Amelie's response had been an embarrassed, “Nonono, it's fine! It can't be helped, I just wasn't as lucky.” She didn't want to get her friend into trouble on her behalf. Nor to risk her already tenuous position as a student, considering what a close call it'd been. Raki had proved quite insistent, however. Only when the red-haired sweetheart had offered to treat her to “something yummy” at the café she'd been working at, did her new friend relent.Today, the first Friday of the school year, Raki had decided to cash in on that offer. Truth be told, she was hardly that interested in the treats, nor who might pay for them. Instead there was an image, one that she just couldn't get out of her head, that compelled her. Of the sweet little darling diligently serving her tea and pastries. Fussing and doting upon her.There was a clearly defined anticipation in Raki’s expression and posture when she arrived at the location her friend had pointed her to. A quaint, picturesque café going by the name “Le Chat Rosé”. A small tea house and patisserie with a French theme. Old-fashioned provincial round tables and chairs sat under an elegant cloth awning in front of the establishment. True to its name, which translated to “The Pink Cat”, the windows of the cutesy cafe were framed with stickers displaying playful figures of pink, purry kittens.“Welcome home, ojou-sama!” All the cute décor was rendered insignificant, by the sight Raki was presented with next. “How can I serve nya today?” Her cute, red-haired friend completed the greeting while Raki stood there dumbly, lost for words. Before her stood the girl who had sparkled like a star on stage, a young goddess of flesh as she'd danced and sung. Now dressed in the seductive, frilly attire of a French maid, but not any kind she had seen before. The costume was pretty and very, very pink, with a large ribbon on the chest. A clasp the shape of a cat’s paw at its center. Around the girl’s slender neck was a choker with a tiny bell. Last but not least, red feline ears stuck out from Amelie's hair, together with a fluffy tail that poked from the back of her dress. Indeed, her uniform made her a cat maid in pink.“Kyaha, so cute! Hold still, I have to show everyone!” Raki leapt into action as soon as the shock wore off, grabbing her new Aikatsu phone and quickly snapping a series of shots of the smaller girl. Who responded by squirming and covering her face. Albeit far too late to escape her adorable look being committed to film. “H-hey stop that Raki-chan, you’re not allowed to take pictures of the staff without permission!” Amelie cried out in utter embarrassment and indignation, her cheeks a bright pink to match her uniform. Something that only made her look more alluring, and the khaki-haired girl’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. A heat formed in her chest, slowly traveling down to her belly, while the fidgeting girl lowered her hands and took a deep, audible breath to try to calm herself enough to do her job.There was that scent again. That sweet, floral scent, mixed with the ever so subtle aroma of ‘fresh waffles’ that Raki had been so certain she smelled that first day. Together with that special, extra-sweet hint of... something! It overpowered even the delicious fragrances coming from within the cafe itself, and once more, Raki had to restrain herself from leaning in and catching a whiff. Kept herself under control, remembering her friend's discomfort at the act from before. The self-discipline didn't come easy to Raki, though. Not with her friend wearing an outfit like this, and looking so cute. That sexy figure of hers only rendered moreso by the feminine framing of the maid dress' distinctive silhouette.Amelie was clearly trying to keep her cool too, and slowly her expression returned to normal as she calmed, and came to accept Raki's impulsive action. “I guess it's fine, you can keep the pictures,” she whispered, as she bent down to pass her friend the menu card. Giving Raki the short opportunity to sneak a peek into the top of her dress. Down what little cleavage she had, gazing at those cute, budding loli-tits. Only to look away when Amelie stood again, the oblivious redhead merely giving her a warm smile in return. “Let me know what you want. Everything is freshly baked. In fact, I made the eclairs today!” she announced proudly.“I’ll have one of those!” Raki responded quickly, despite not even knowing what an 'eclair' was. If it was baked by Amelie’s hands though, with at least half as much love as she had put into her stage performance, it must be heavenly. Plus, her need for waffles was utterly sated by the shorter girl’s delicious smell. “And a honey milk-tea!” she added after the shortest glance at the menu in her hands. To which her friend replied with the most charming smile, and a curt nod.As Amelie went to fetch her order, Raki pulled out her sketchbook from her bag. The sight of her friend’s outfit still fresh in her mind. It was simple compared to the idol dresses she’d seen on stage, but so utterly precious. Inspiration sometimes came from strange places, and her friend was nothing if not inspiring! Sweet, enticing, erotic. She took a sharp intake of breath as her pencil hand paused on the paper. Was that really what she thought of her friend? No, no way! She blushed and shook her head as she went back to sketching. Incorporating that little choker and the large ribbon on the design she had been working on.“Hahhh, are you per chance... an idol?” The voice of an older girl drew Raki's attention from her sketching. She appeared college-aged, somewhat chubby with red-brown hair, and eyes a dull green. Other than the colour of her hair and eyes, however, the young woman was nothing like Amelie. Her messy hair and uniform top both seemed to stick to her clearly oily skin. The reason quickly made apparent by the strong scent of sweat. She may have been pretty, had she put even the slightest effort into her appearance. Clearly though, self-care, if not basic hygiene appeared to be too much of a hassle for this person. Were that not enough, the way she moved and breathed were utterly inelegant. If she and Amelie were related, it was clear who had received the ‘good genes’. For where Amelie’s presence was gentle and comforting, this girl’s loud breathing and bent posture made her look outright creepy. Still, Raki wasn’t the type to judge people by appearance... or by smell. So she resolved to greet her properly.“Indeed I am! I’m a freshly enrolled Stardust student! I’m Raki Kiseki, Ciao!” She finally answered the question posted to her. Her usual cheerful tone rendered somewhat stiff by her discomfort. No matter how she tried to shake it, something about this girl felt wrong!“I thought so... haaaah... I'd know that uniform anywhere,” the chubby girl responded, her voice overly awkward despite her obvious interest in the topic. Not to mention the invasive way she was sizing the younger girl up, before she sat herself down at the same table as Raki. Those dull eyes staring at the fledgling idol’s hands, at the sketchbook she was holding. Clearly wanting to say something but unable to find the words. Though Raki did her best to hide it, something about the girl's presence made her deeply uncomfortable. She surmised she must be an 'idol otaku', a type of fan she'd only ever read about.“Kurumi-san!” Like an angel from above, the voice of her friend rescued her from the awkward situation. And saved the other person from having to declare her name. The smaller girl all but hopped over with her serving platter, carrying Raki’s milk-tea and eclair. With a bright smile on those young yet luscious lips, she set the platter down in front of Raki, carefully serving her dear friend her desired evening treat. Ending the exchange with a small, elegant curtsy, her hands holding the skirt of her dress. “Your order ojou-sama, I hope it’s yummy, Eheehe!” she giggled, before adding with a sweet and enticing wink “My treat, as promised!” She then turned to the other girl, Kurumi. Offered another bow, repeating her greeting from before. “Welcome home, ojou-sama.” Her voice and appearance were so soothing and majestic even as she prostrated herself before the older guest. It was in that moment, that Raki made the mistake of directing her attention towards the girl in question. Saw those dull green eyes glued to Amelie’s budding chest. Lecherously staring into her cleavage and shifting her weight while breathing hungrily. Raki was disgusted, offended on behalf of her friend, before she remembered that mere moments before, she'd done the same. As much as she wanted to comment, she too had looked at her friend with lust in her eyes.Amelie didn't seem to have noticed Kurumi's lacivious leering, but Raki picked up on everything. Could see the way the young adult was obviously undressing the poor little girl with her eyes, utterly shameless as she made no attempt to hide her perversion. Knew all Kurumi's indecision was just a ruse to keep the smaller girl at their table longer, before the chubby college student settled on a taro pearl milk tea and baked cheesecake. Raki felt a bit of a frown form on her pretty face as she watched Kurumi leer at the child's retreating figure, taking in every subtle swish of her pink skirt until she was entirely out of sight.“Kyaha. you seem to like Amelie-chan a lot!” Raki eventually commented, her tone still cheerful, albeit with much effort from her to keep it so. “Do you have some special relationship?” she queried, covering any disdain in her words as she picked up the chocolate eclair Amelie had brought her. Eagerly took a bite. She felt her toes curl in her boots as the sweetness of the pastry, chocolate, and cream hit her tongue together. It was so good! Just as she expected from the budding idol’s baking! It almost made her forget the disturbing sight of before! “Me? Haaah... Well I’m her best customer, I think! I come here almost every day!” the older girl replied, seemingly surprised Raki was paying attention to her on her own accord. “And... what about you? I never saw you here before... are you friends?” As she asked this, she slid her seat closer, and the khaki-haired girl felt a shiver run down her spine. She instantly regretted the attempt at conversation.“We’re going to the same school, or well, we will be!” Raki blurted out in her unease. The uncomfortable feeling growing as she realized that, although not as intense as it had been with Amelie before, Kurumi's perverted gaze was now trained on her. On her own small body. She wasn’t quite as little as Amelie, but she definitely felt vulnerable under the scrutinizing eyes of the oily-skinned adult, as they trailed along her skinny legs to the barely concealing miniskirt of her uniform. Already she could hear the older girl's rough breathing, and that faint scent of sweat was making it hard to enjoy the otherwise delicious pastry and drink she had been given. Further cementing her negative opinion of the adult. “She probably won’t have time to work here once she officially enrolls!” She had a broad smile on her lips as she said this, happy that her friend would be safe from this creep. Though when she looked back at the ‘creep’ in question, she saw the woman had seemingly frozen in place. “I- I mean, she’ll probably still return from time to time!” That shocked expression, those wide, incredulous eyes. She actually felt a little bad. Unsettling as Kurumi may be, Raki didn't normally delight in the sadness of others. This girl was really bringing out the worst in her.“Ooooh! Are you two getting along?” Once again, Amelie was Raki’s ‘saviour in pink’, as the mere sound of her voice seemed to both perk Kurumi up, as well as serve to distract that uncomfortable lascivious stare. The older girl seemed almost harmless as Amelie set down her food and her bubble tea. Shuffling her chubby legs across one another, red-faced, and clearly obsessed. At least she looked to be respecting the girl's boundaries, though. The perverse things she was clearly thinking about kept in her head – and with Amelie's delightful smell and adorable appearance in that pretty dress, even Raki was finding it hard not to let her mind wander.Amelie then did something unexpected, picking one of the empty chairs and setting it down between the two girls, barely fitting between them thanks to Kurumi having previously scooched her chair a bit closer to Raki. “Is this really okay?” Raki called out, feeling her own cheeks go red now the girl she had been unintentionally fetishizing in her head sat down so close to her. Their bare legs almost touching. That delicious scent all but washing out the stink of her less-than-graceful partner at the table.“Oh, don’t worry, It’s nearly the end of my shift, you two are probably my last ‘masters’ today.” Amelie reassured with a sweet laugh, gesturing to the empty tables surrounding them. Her laugh then turned to a chuckle as she watched Kurumi beginning to scarf down her cheesecake in huge, chunky bites. Whether it was by hunger, or an attempt to keep herself from physically assaulting the minor was unclear, but she was making the pastry disappear in record time! “Can I see your drawings, Raki-chan?” Came the young redhead’s inquisitive voice as she looked at the sketchbook that was now lying next to Raki’s half-eaten eclair. Raki had no reason to refuse. “Of course! I’d like to know what you think!” The rosewood-eyed idol uttered excitedly as she shuffled aside just a bit before handing her the little book. Keeping an eye on Amelie’s pretty, serene face as she was finally given the opportunity to finish her sweet snack. “Wow, this is super impressive!” Amelie uttered as she leafed through the various sketches. All cutesy looking idol dresses that made her little heart throb in her chest. Before finally settling on the most recent one. While all the other models were clearly based on Raki herself, this one sported her signature curly red twintails. As well as the cat bell choker and chest ribbon of her maid uniform. The sight of which made her blush. “I didn’t expect you’d feel inspired watching me work, though. Eheehe... Could it be your dream is to be a designer?”Raki took a moment to think of that, before shaking her head. “Creativity can come from anywhere! And you looked really cute in your uniform!” She declared before explaining further. “Being an idol is about more than just singing and dancing, My dream is to one day wear a Premium Rare dress of my own design!” Raki’s proclamation was pure and simple. And so honest it caused the smaller girl next to her to laugh. Which drew a confused stare from the khaki-haired girl.“Your dream is so clear and well defined. I could feel its strength when you declared it.” Amelie uttered when she finally stopped laughing. Leaning back into her chair. “Compared to that, my dream of becoming a ‘top idol’ seems so childish and unattainable,” she added with a sigh, though that warm smile never left her lips. “I look forward to my time at Stardust, but I’ll miss this place too.” Her voice was a mix of dreamy and solemn, so very charming and calming. Raki had scarce time to enjoy it, though, as the sound of loud slurping suddenly erupted from the other side of the table. Both young girls turning to the source of the noise. Kurumi had clearly finished both her cake, and her drink, and was now trying to suck up the leftover pearls at the bottom of her cup in a most obnoxiously obtrusive manner. Looking quite dejected as she did. Only when she realized she was being watched did she set down her cup. Her expression saddened. “So, it’s true, you really are leaving, then.” Her voice was flat, yet she was clearly upset. “And when were you planning to tell me, your number one customer?” As her tone grew more agitated, Raki was starting to feel a threatening aura coming off the girl. Even Amelie was beginning to look a little nervous. “Of course I was going to tell you, and I would be happy to stay in contact after I enroll!” Amelie rose from her chair and tried to soothe Kurumi’s frustration. She had wanted to surprise the older girl by making today her treat, like she had with Raki, but she hadn’t expected it to be this big of a deal for her! It wasn’t like she would never see her again!“I asked for you every time, I am your ojou-sama, the tips I gave you practically paid your scholarship.” At this point even the happy-go-lucky Raki was sliding her chair away, feeling more than a little apprehensive. Amelie just sat there, worry readable on her pretty little face. Not only was Kurumi clearly underestimating how hard Amelie had worked for this. She was displaying an intense level of entitlement as a result of overvaluing her own contribution. “...The least you can do is to give me a proper goodbye hug.” As she said this she turned her chair towards Amelie. Gesturing towards her lap, patting it and tilting her head to the side, before giving a smile which was clearly meant to be cute. Given the situation though, it instead came across as incredibly disturbing. Something contributed to by the shadow her bangs cast on her already dull malachite green eyes. “O-of course.” Came Amelie’s meek, stammering response as she realized what was demanded of her. “As you wish, ojou-sama.” Timidly she stepped closer until she was within arm’s reach.“You don’t have to do this, Amelie-san, you owe her nothing,” Raki reminded the young redhead as she took a hold of the little maid’s sleeve. She recognized that look in Kurumi’s eyes, that fervent need and ardour. Listening to her raspy, feverish breath, Raki knew exactly what she desired of the pretty, delicate, baby-faced lolita. For she, to her own shame, desired the same.Before any protest could be made however. Kurumi had taken Amelie’s approach as a sign of consent. Gripping the tiny girl by her thin waist and pulling her down into her lap. Making her straddle her thighs before one of her hands slid up behind her head to pull the girl’s adorable face into the damp crook of her neck.Amelie tensed up completely. Between the strong nauseating smell of Kurumi’s sweat, and the feeling of the woman’s greedy hand gripping and squeezing her soft, bubbly little ass she worried any movement might set the girl off. Kurumi’s breath brushed sickeningly hot along her scalp as she openly sniffed her hair. As she used her grip on her behind to make her grind against her. The older woman’s moans feminine but raspy as she nuzzled the crown of her head.Raki could only stare at the vile sight. As her friend was groped and felt up in the most invasive manner imaginable. Her heart pounding in her chest listening to those adorable, helpless whimpers coming from the smaller girl. Seeing her tremble every time Kurumi squeezed her butt. Disgust and arousal struggling for dominance at the sight of her friend’s body being sexually assaulted in front of her eyes. She wanted to help, but another, more shameful part of her wanted to watch. Or to pull Amelie away, only to do those same horrible things to her herself. In the end, these thoughts disturbed her too much to do anything at all. Watching it was hard... and so was she. A throbby sensation stirring underneath her short miniskirt. Only hidden from view by her squeezing her slender thighs together. “P-please, stop, Kurumi-san... Ojou-sama!” The little redhead whined feebly in that precious voice of hers, as the overwhelming smell of idol-otaku sweat and bodily musk threatened to overpower her senses. As the sensation of those rough fingers kneading her rear and this pulsating hardness grinding up between her thighs was hitting the limit of her tolerance. She pushed against her chest. Against that clammy college uniform that stuck to Kurumi’s skin. Trying with all her might to wedge herself free. “You’re going too far!”At this point, Raki was gritting her teeth. Her face flush. She had finally convinced herself that she had to help her friend, but if she got up now, something hard... something twitchy, leaky, and utterly embarrassing would certainly show itself beneath her little skirt. Her gaze was drawn to her still opened sketchbook, she quickly reached and grabbed it. Using it as a shield to hide the swell underneath her skirt as she rose from her seat, opening her mouth ready to call Kurumi out. Only for the chubby, older girl to suddenly let go of Amelie’s ass. “Haaaah. I’m sorry, I overdid it! Amelie is just way too cute and cuddly in that uniform!” she said, an unreadable expression on her damp face. Raki couldn’t help but glare suspiciously. A moment ago the pervert had been perfectly happy to hump against the helpless little lass in her lap. She must have noticed her attempting to interfere and decided it was better to cut her losses. The Khaki-haired idol’s brow furrowed in endearing frustration as she sat back down. She watched Amelie shakily climb out of her molester's lap. Lip trembling and eyes glistening, clearly on the verge of crying. A face, she mentally noted, that looked incredibly enticing. Though of course, she would much rather see her be lucky and happy!“Eheehe.. I was a little worried, you were getting a bit carried away.” Even now, Amelie’s tone remained pleasant despite its shakiness. Still refusing to call the woman out over her actions, despite having had those eager, clammy hands all over her sexy little body. Surely there was a limit to how naive and tolerant one girl could be. Raki found it painful to watch her put on that smiling facade, while choking back her tears. She took Amelie's delicate hand, trying to cheer her up, even as she found a certain allure in that broken smile. “Are you okay, Amelie-chan?” she asked, relieved that her tone reflected her genuine worry, and not her other thoughts toward the situation. Gave the timid-looking girl’s hand another comforting squeeze. When the redhead looked back at her with a faint nod, managing only a weak, “Hmhn,” she could feel her heart both swell and crack at the same time. How could she be so disgustingly adorable even after being abused? Anyone with a depraved mind would look at her cute face and think she wanted to be violated. Not Raki of course! “I see, I’m glad!” She responded with a light chuckle. “Your shift is about over right? Shall we walk home together?” See, she was a good girl! She just wanted to protect her friend!“No, let me give you a ride home! By way of apology for my behaviour,” Kurumi suddenly cut in. Immediately Raki felt a pang of distress. If she had learned one thing, it was that this woman couldn’t be trusted with an innocent little girl. Let alone in private, in her car. Surely even Amelie must have figured that out by now! “I appreciate it, but I have to close down the café today,” the kindly little girl responded in her usual compassionate tone, not wanting to be seen as coldly rejecting the offers made. “It’s not a long walk, so please don’t wait for me.” She then bowed, taking the empty cups and plates from their table onto her serving platter and bringing them inside. So the day ended, with both Kurumi and Raki going their separate ways. Both keeping up the pleasantries until the end, even though their thoughts of one another were anything but positive at this point. Raki felt a mix of anger at the girl for abusing her friend, and jealousy that she couldn’t have touched Amelie the same way, while Kurumi internally seethed at the khaki-haired idol for ruining her moment. As well as all the other ‘delightful’ plans she had for the little girl.Plans she wouldn’t give up on.Part of her was happy that Amelie was finally achieving her dream goal of being an idol, it made her all the more desirable in the otaku’s eyes. Another part of her, however, loathed the idea of giving her up. Of having to share her with the world when she took the stage. Amelie was oblivious to all of this, as she locked the café doors and dropped off the key at the owner's. As she went down that familiar alley she had traveled through every day for the past years. All the way up until she was suddenly tackled from behind, a cloth smelling strongly of chemicals pressed against her mouth and nose. She struggled, tried to kick and elbow the person behind her. But the one who had ambushed her was bigger than her, stronger than her. And as her vision faded she was met with the all too familiar voice of her ‘number one customer’.“Shhh, it’s okay, your ojou-sama will take such good care of you!” As the delicate little twelve-year old went limp in her arms, the older girl once more took a deep, liberating sniff of her sweet, intoxicating scent. Tossing out the chemical-soaked rag she had just used to incapacitate the delicious little red-haired idol-to-be. This delicate flower which had been an object of obsession for her. With little effort, she pulled her deeper into the alley and around a corner before laying her down. Truth be told, Kurumi wanted to take her home. To make the adorable idol hers in every way imaginable. She couldn’t wait that long, though. This smell, combined with the look of those slightly parted lips. Those pleasing little gasps between every shallow breath. Everything about the dainty little lass was turning her on way too much.Without even the slightest attempt at restraint Kurumi climbed on top of her fresh prey, trapping her tiny form underneath her much larger one. Amelie's parted legs, sticking out either side from beneath her assailant's body, just about the only part of her that would be visible to an on-looker. There was nobody to see this, though, Kurumi finally free to do as she'd yearned for too long. She pressed her face against that slender neck, one of her greedy hands forcefully cupping a soft, budding breast through her dress. Eliciting a hot gasp and a sweet, high-pitched “Nyah!” from those small, yet still luscious little lips as she squeezed and kneaded. It made her perverted heart leap. Her loins throb.Panting like a wild beast, the older girl let her tongue trace lasciviously along her helpless victim’s neck, down along her collarbone to wriggle into her youthful cleavage. Licking up the faint, strangely sweet hint of sweat she’d been clamoring for and leaving behind a damp, sticky trail of her saliva. Once more she licked upwards, along her throat and her chin. Until she finally reached those pretty, glossy lips. “Haaah... I want to do it. But it just isn’t right if I don’t take your first kiss when you’re awake,” she uttered softly to herself as she continued to fondle her little loli tits, rolling the malleable mounds in her palms as she dragged her tongue along the unconscious cutie’s cheek.This hot, aching need in her own loins would not be denied though. She drew back one last time to look at the ‘sleeping’ face of her unfortunate victim, her adorable features now stained with drool, her cute maid dress crumpled. Lust still building, Kurumi slid her hands underneath her own skirt. Hooking her fingers underneath the edges of her simple black panties and slowly tugging them down. Letting out a sigh of relief as her ‘pride’ sprang free from its confining lace prison. Poking from underneath her short college-uniform skirt was a swollen tube of flesh, pulsating visibly with a thread of glimmering off-white fluid drooling from its foreskin-covered tip. Kurumi knew her cock was average at best when it came to dickgirls. Stocky even, around 18 centimeters, a little over the length of a tall soda can and two two-thirds as thick. A girl like Amelie, whose diminutive stature seemed more like that of a gradeschooler than a middle school first-year, would surely provide a nice, tight squeeze for it with her still-developing holes.For now though, Kurumi intended to start with that lovely little mouth.The panting, sweaty otaku wasted no time in moving around to Amelie's darling face, straddling her chubby thighs around the redhead's small head and neck. Had the unfortunate little urchin been awake, she would probably be gritting her teeth together as she was forced to look at the portly woman’s rotund ass, and those heavy musk-laced balls that twitched visibly inside their dangling sack. As it stood though, nothing prevented Kurumi from lowering her hips, pressing the oozing tip of her painfully rigid member to the child’s soft lips. And slowly parting those soft brims with her sleeved crown."Haaaah... your lips are just as soft as I imagined... Amelie-chan...” The college-aged lolicon’s voice could hardly be called pleasant, dripping as it was with perverse desire. Still, each word was spoken with a deep affection too, intense and twisted with lust as it may be. None of course given any response from the poor, unconscious girl trapped underneath her.Inelegant, yet feminine grunts escaped Kurumi's parted lips as she pinned the small girl's arms beneath her stout legs. Positioning herself to further lower her hips, slowly wedging more of her throbbing, aching girlcock into the pretty preteen's mouth. A pleasurable shiver shot immediately up her spine, as those soft, glossy rims enveloped her. As she eagerly pressed inside, and felt Amelie's dainty tongue slide along the tip of her cock. She gasped, her dick twitching and her balls pulling up ever so slightly as a hot spurt of thick, bitter precum splattered over that wet little muscle. A strained, muffled whimper came from the young redhead below, but she showed no further signs of waking up. Kurumi giddy as she realised it must be a reflexive response to her, relishing the act of staining this sweet, innocent mouth.“Haah... Making such cute sounds even when asleep, could it be you really want me to turn you into my pretty little loli onahole?” Her voice at this point was so saturated with yearning, so full of sexual need she sounded utterly delirious. She closed her eyes while savoring the illicit pleasure. Enjoying the warmth of the little girl’s breath brushing up along the belly of her cock. The contrast with the cool evening wind as it blew along her aching balls underneath her short skirt. And the feeling of her cushiony lips pushing back her foreskin so her bare, slimy glans could rub against her tongue. Then came the descent, the horny dickgirl pressing her hips downward seeking further pleasure. Feeding that throbbing length deeper into the hapless girl’s mouth. “Uuunf, I’m doing it, I’m fucking Amelie’s childish little idol lips!” Her cock was already twitching even though she had barely begun enjoying the sensation of this warm, wet embrace. Even in Amnelie’s blacked-out state Kurumi could feel that tiny tongue slither against her shaft as if trying to push her out. But to no avail. Her only reward for the reflexive resistance was another stomach-churning gush of thin, slimy otaku pre-ejaculate over the wriggling organ.Even the tightness of Amelie’s throat was no deterrent for the repulsive, lovesick stalker. She had waited for years to use the sweet little darling’s body for her own pleasure, since before her age even reached the double digits! There was no way in hell she would stop now! Even though her toes were already curling in her shoes, she wanted to make every inch of this little pre-teen slut hers. Willing or not! “Haaah, don’t hold back on me, Amelie-chan! Let me in! Let. Me. In!” She whined in that same, vulgar, depraved tone, drooling as she ground her precum-dribbling cockhead into the tight little entrance of the downed girl’s clenching gullet. And then, with a loud bestial groan, Kurumi rammed her greasy girldick all the way inside, her eyes lolling upwards, mouth hanging open as her entire length disappeared between Amelie’s lips. And that wet, fleshy throat squeezed tightly around her bared cockhead. Her entire body tensed up. Her fat balls churning inside her tightening, sweaty scrotum as it was pressed flat atop the inert idol’s beautiful face. Amelie's dainty nose buried between her aching nuts, her odorous musk smeared all over the poor girl’s immaculate features. After a few moments of breathless gasping and uncontrollable twitching, Kurumi drew her cock back out of the preteen's relentless throat. Leaving only the glans in her mouth to twitch and ooze vile precum into her gasping gullet. She could feel the way her cock throbbed, knew she had been so close to draining her nuts right then and there. Had felt her seed rise up her shaft from her over-eager sperm factories. She didn't want this to end without a proper chance to savour this tiny little delight of a girl, though. Nor to accidentally choke or drown the pretty thing in her semen.So she bent forward, enjoying that gentle, subconscious suckling around her dicktip as her selfish, grabby hands pulled at the edges of the loli idol's crumpled pink maid dress. Slowly peeling it back like she was unwrapping a birthday gift, gradually lengthening the gap between those mid-thigh stockings and that frilly skirt. Revealing more of the soft skin of those thighs that, despite the young girl's age and size, looked enticingly juicy.Then, the true prize became exposed. Kurumi's heart pounded in her chest, and her cheeks bled red as she took in a sight that made her lick her lips like the predator she was. Delicate yet femininely curved hips clad in the most snug-fitting cotton panties. Pure white with an adorable print of coral pink stars, the cloth perfectly framing the contours of Amelie's pubic mound, and the puffy lips of her labia. Somehow now even more hungry for the girl, she reached forwards. Her right hand feeling up along the silky smoothness of bare thigh, as the index finger of her left pressed down onto that fine cleft that was the girl's underaged pussy. Fingering the little girl through the fabric of that enticingly endearing underwear.Much to Kurumi's surprise, despite the fact that Amelie couldn't possibly be turned on... she was wet. That thin fibre lining damp against the tips of the older girl's chubby fingers. She sniffed at the air as her finger sank between those pretty, pillowly cuntlips, deeply inhaling that same scent that had been tormenting her all day. Fruity and flowery, with a sweetness one could only find in a confectionery store. There was something else, though. The unmistakable smell of immature arousal. It was as if the girl's very body was calling out to her, and the perverted college student so desperately wanted to answer.Kurumi’s thumbs gripped the hem of those tight star-print panties as she breathed heavily. Slowly tugging them down, watching a glimmering thread of vaginal fluid connect that under-developed slit to the wet patch in the stained cloth. Her cock gave another throb, drooling more of that watery, salty liquid onto Amelie’s tongue. Rape... she wanted to rape her. She wanted to pump every drop of her cum into this tiny girl’s inexplicably soaked pussy. To achieve the life goal every guy and dickgirl yearned for, to plant her genes inside a cute girl’s womb! She was so close! No one would think of her as a loser with this perfect little loli as her trophy, pregnant with her child!“Get away from her!”The voice cut through the dimly lit, abandoned back alley. The sudden sound caused Kurumi to reel back from her victim. She had been found out? No one ever used this alley at this hour. She knew, she’d followed Amelie down it so many nights. Shadowing her. The air-headed little girl was the only one stupid enough to take this path this late! Amelie's savior was none other than her new friend, Raki. Her stance tense but steady, feet apart, ready to fight or flee if she had to. A pink Aikatsu phone held firmly in her right hand. One thing somewhat undermined her heroic appearance on the scene, however. Something that made Kurumi frown as she hurriedly pulled Amelie's panties back up and straightened out the unconscious girl's dress.“Haaah... are you sure you should be the one condemning my actions...” the frustrated otaku began as she reluctantly pulled her stiff cock free from the redhead's enticing little mouth, then slid her own underwear back on. “...when you're rock-hard yourself?” She glared back at the interfering idol, who indeed had a quite obvious tent in the short white skirt that accompanied her otherwise blue uniform. One that pushed the fabric up enough to show a pair of throbby balls hanging partially from her straining, frilly white panties. “You acted so cute and innocent back there, but the truth is you want to fuck her too!” Kurumi all but spat the words out at the khaki-haired girl. As pleasant as Raki was to look at, dickgirl or no, she had interrupted what was supposed to be the best day of Kurumi's life. “I do,” the rosewood-eyed idol admitted, as much to Kurumi’s surprise as her own. She was an honest girl with honest feelings, but that answer had been a bit direct even for her. “But, that doesn’t mean I would push her down and force her, you can’t lump me in with a rapist pedophile like yourself!” the flustered girl added quickly Taking offense to any comparison to this perverted monster in front of her. “She’s my friend, if one day we get there, I want it to be with her consent!” She had her hand pressed to her chest as she said this. Feeling herself relax as her cock slowly softened. Indeed, she was in the right here!“That doesn’t matter!” came Kurumi’s bitter, infuriated reply. “I’m her number one fan! I should get to enjoy her body for all the time and money I spent on her!” The arousal that had coursed through every vein in her body had fully simmered out by now, and she was left with only anger. “I love idols, but I don’t want Amelie-chan to go and show off her cute body to everyone like some common whore!” This was the great duality of the idol otaku’s life, her intense love for those glamorous divas clashing with the desire to keep the sweet girl to herself.Kurumi wasn't the only one passionate about idols, however. “Being an idol is about way more than that!” Raki shot back, angrily. The Stardust first-year clenching her left hand into a fist, and the knuckles of the other's fingers turning visibly white around the device they held. “It's about sharing joy, about wonder! About making every day better than the last!” She would not let this woman smear the good name of Aikatsu, just like she wouldn't let her touch one more hair on her friend's pretty head. Her glimmering eyes were ablaze as she raised her phone. “I already called the police, they'll be here soon!” Kurumi's eyes widened, knowing the consequences if she got caught like this. She grit her teeth, just about to charge at Raki when the girl added, “I recorded everything. With the press of a button, everyone will know you raped a twelve-year-old girl. You'll never see the outside of a cell again!” Raki wasn't one to keep grudges, but what the lecherous fiend had done to her friend was unforgivable.Kurumi froze up completely. A million thoughts racing through her head in the span of a second. How was she going to get out of this one? Was her life over? Would she spend the rest of it behind bars? She had come to accept she was a failure in life, but this? The wanton rape of a child certainly held the death penalty wouldn’t it? Already she could hear the proverbial sirens. Her life flashing before her eyes.“Please.. Raki-chan... don’t.” They were both surprised by the weak, trembling voice of the abused girl still lying on the alley concrete. Watched her whimper and gag as she tried to stand her trembling form back up, staggering in the process. “I don't know what Kurumi-san did while I slept, but...” she began, sniffling, tears in her eyes. Clearly retching from the ghastly taste of Kurumi's vile dick, and the slime it had oozed out. “...but I don't want one of my fans to become a criminal.” The redhead had managed to force a weak smile onto her pretty, yet thoroughly sweat-stained face. Before she could say anything more though, a pair of police officers rounded the corner. Batons in hand.“Where’s the suspect?” One of the officers, a burly, balding man in the standard blue police attire demanded as he scanned the corridor like a hawk. Raki and Kurumi remained speechless, eyes on the limping little redhead. Both girls wanted to rush to the smaller one’s side, but they were frozen in front of the police, and still befuddled by the girl's words. Was she truly that naive? Did she not understand just how close she had been to getting her virginity torn away? Or did she simply have too little sense of self-preservation to care what had been done to her?“I’m sorry,” the still battered and disoriented girl muttered weakly, even as the other cop, a tall but limber brunette offered her shoulder to help her stand. “I’m afraid he got away... I didn’t get a good look at him,” she lied. Lucky that she was still woozy from the chemicals that had knocked her out, because she knew full well how terrible she was at lying. Then her big green eyes turned to the other two girls, a wry smile on her lips. “Did, did either of you?” For a moment, Raki entertained the urge to rat Kurumi out, to turn the rapist bitch in so she would never be able to touch anyone again. Looking at her friend's weakened, pleading eyes, though, she couldn't get herself to do it. She shook her head.The officers escorted Amelie home, with Raki and Kurumi joining them. They barraged the pair of young idols with questions all the way, while the sweaty older girl remained silent. Eventually, the three girls were left waiting in the foyer of the orphanage, while the officers went inside to talk to the orphanage's caregiver, Amelie's adoptive mother. It was the little redhead herself to first break the uncomfortable silence between them.“I’m sorry, this is all happened because I wasn’t transparent enough.” Even now, Amelie felt responsible for everything that had gone down. A big, forced smile on her soft lips that made her saddened, guilty look all the more disheartening for her two companions. “Thank you,” the otaku spoke for the first time since Amelie had awakened. No longer able to bare that expression, and knowing full well that if she stayed this close to the tiny girl for much longer, if she kept breathing in that delectable scent, it wouldn’t be long before her dick would start acting up again. “You had no reason to help me after all that, but you did.” She was intentionally being cryptic, just in case Amelie was truly unaware. Not wanting to make her change her mind about standing up for her. “Indeed she didn’t. I still believe you should be locked up,” said Raki, folding her arms in an almost childish manner. She couldn’t believe this woman had actually joined them, or that the police hadn’t realized she was the culprit with her friend’s lousy lies! “But Amelie-san thinks you deserve a second chance. So you’re lucky.”“You two... please,” Amelie pouted at the pair's bickering, shaking her head before taking a deep breath. Gathering up those last chipped pieces of her usual optimism. “As for me not having a reason to defend Kurumi-san, I do! And it’s an utterly selfish one!” At this, Raki blinked. Looking at the smaller redhead in confusion. “If I am going to be a top idol, every fan, every friend matters!” The tone in which she spoke radiated such warmth that it made the Khaki-haired idol drop her standoffish pose, and her eyes begin to shimmer. Amelie had looked so broken just moments ago, and here she was, practically beaming idol energy!The budding idol then turned towards Kurumi, Taking her hands in her much smaller ones, that smile practically glowing up the darkening streets just outside the compound’s sliding doors. “So, you will continue to cheer on me, right? Kurumi-san?” Angelic, there was no other word for that face she made. That blissful smile that made it seem like everything was right in the world. Like she had never suffered in her life. Both Raki and Kurumi were utterly taken aback, not even noticing the little idol's scent in the face of her genuinely loving grin. “I promise,” Kurumi said after a short pause. For the first time in years, as her lips turned upwards, her oily-faced smile almost looked cute. When the officers returned, they bid Amelie goodnight, and suggested her friends go home as well. The three girls once more said their goodbyes, knowing the memories of today would stay with them for years to come. For better or for worse.Had the day ended there, it would have been eventful enough. When Amelie returned to her room, however, she discovered that a long-awaited package had finally been delivered. No sooner had she seen the Stardust stamp on the box or she dove upon it, lugging the package over to her bed. Already she was trembling with excitement! Like a child on Christmas morning she tore into the box, flinging cardboard and packaging peanuts all about her room. She almost squealed in delight as she picked up that pretty pink Aikatsu phone and the accompanying pass in her dainty hands. Flicking through the menus while bouncing excitedly on her bed. Copying over the numbers of the few friends she had, and of course that of her adoptive mother. When she came to the name of Kurumi, though, she felt her stomach lurch. She had been hesitant to add her a year ago, and after what happened today... despite defending the older girl, she had this sickening feeling that something bad had happened to her while she laid unconscious. Kurumi would understand right?She shook her head, not wanting to dwell on the memory too much. Shaking it off before eagerly reaching for the next equally pink item. The binder in which she’d be storing all her Aikatsu cards! There was a beaming smile on her lips as she saw the first ones, the ‘good coord’ she had picked out for her entry audition. Though she couldn’t hold back a slight chuckle as she remembered the comments on it. "Of course the foreigner would pick such a lewd outfit!" A soft sigh. Yeah, she’d definitely have to look for something less... revealing.The best, she had saved for last. Peeking from among the packaging foam was the familiar white skirt, and with another happy bounce on the bed she dug in and gingerly picked up the pile of folded cloth. Her expression going from joyful beyond belief, to complete and utter confusion as it came into view. “What...? this is wrong...” she whispered to herself as she stared at the skirt, then grabbed out the blazer and eyed it with similar scrutiny. Without a doubt, the garments she held were genuine, a uniform marking her as a distinguished student of Stardust Academy. Though, it wasn't the blue hue she was familiar with, the kind Raki wore.She would soon come to realize that this miscoloured outfit was but a prelude of things to come.A prelude in pink.
Card Acquired!

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Amelie awoke with a slight groan to the sound of her alarm, but within the second or two it took for her brain to remind her what today was, she was wide awake. Her first day! A smile played at her lips as she made an energetic hop out of bed, and immediately grabbed the outfit she'd laid out neatly the day before. Hardly carrying it so neatly by the time she'd scooped up her towel and toiletries too, padding excitedly off to the bathroom for her floor of the building in her pyjamas. No competition for the oft-prized space at this early hour, leaving Amelie free to lock the door and discard her sleepwear into a heart-printed pile. Her smile had upgraded to a giddy grin by the time she was at the mirror, examining her panty-clad reflection. Whatever doubts she had about her budding body, and its Western ideas about the curves it wanted to grow into, she had still made it in!She was warbling away in song before she even stepped into the shower, her voice reverberating pleasantly off the tiles as she turned on the water. The coldest setting, because it somehow felt like idol training. Actually, holding her note, suppressing the shiver of her naked little body as she took those first few icy missiles, these were skills she'd successfully levelled up over the past few days. Her passionate rendition of one of Mizuki's poppier numbers not missing a beat as she subjected herself to the shivery stream, and began soaping herself up.Today she was especially fastidious, as if one stray residual speck of dirt or sheen of sweat would see her turned away from the Stardust campus. Wondered some more about her body in the process, eventually recalling the strange experience of her physical with Yuri, all while keeping her place in the song playing simultaneously in her head. It took a whole second song before she emerged, wrapping up her cold, dripping form in her soft, fluffy towel. "No more doubts! You can do this, Amelie!" she told herself, beginning to dry her hair. "Such is your will, the will of an idol!"Then she was singing again, this time the audition song she'd composed. Savouring the excited tingles of her skin as she recalled her time on stage, the smiles and cheers of the crowd, of the students she'd soon be joining..."Amelie-chan! Can you lower the volume? It's five-ten in the morning!" The orphanage's caretaker, her adoptive mother called out to her through the bathroom door, accompanying the stern words with a few good knocks."Sorry! I just got carried away!" the red-headed youngster called back with a wry chuckle, flushing a little as she admonished herself to keep quiet."Well that's not like you at all!" the older woman answered, with good-natured sarcasm. "Just keep it down.""I will." Amelie bottled her urge to sing, her thoughts now turning to the uniform of the academy she was about to join as she began to dress herself in it. She'd had the whole weekened to wonder why she'd been sent an outfit in girlish pink, instead of Stardust's usual, stately navy blue. Hadn't come up with any good explanation, and neither had her internet searches. At least today though, she was too excited to tie herself in any more mental knots about it. Happily slipping on her blouse, zipping up her skirt and affixing the clasp that held in place the red ribbon "tie" around her neck. Marvelling at herself in the mirror as the blazer completed the look. Pink or not, she was the image of a Stardust student! An idol in the making.Then she turned around, looking over her shoulder at where her white, pleated skirt with pink trim only just barely made it past her bottom. That significant lack of length wasn't a mistake or mystery, at least. Stardust skirts were famously short, and still its students wore them with pride and grace. Amelie felt her cheeks pinken as she wondered if she could do the same, carefully evaluating how her milky thighs looked with so much of them exposed. Not that she hadn't done that multiple times over the course of the weekend also!No more time to fret, though. Grabbing herself a quick breakfast of salmon with rice, and maybe basking just a little in the attention her uniform earned from the few others that were up this early, she was soon wheeling her suitcase of things out the door. From tonight she'd be sleeping on-campus in the Stardust dorms, surrounded by the best idol upcomers Japan had to offer. Or at least some of them.She smiled the whole journey, the noticeable thump of her heart in her chest growing stronger as her nervous excitement fed off of itself. All the way up to the Stardust gates. She arrived early, because of course she'd allowed herself extra time. Smoothing down her skirt and fiddling with her blazer as she stood waiting to be let in, trying in vain to contain herself while she waited to be greeted.Some thirty minutes later, two figures approached the pedestrian gate entrance from inside the campus. A Stardust student, and a taller, young adult woman whose outfit presumably made her the groundskeeper, or similar. Amelie's big round eyes immediately honed in on the student, the unique shape of her bright red hair immediately noticeable, what with the way it had been fastidiously formed into the shape of a pair of cat ears (or was it a bow?) atop her head. No way... could it be?The girl drew closer, more of her features coming into view. She was pretty, even with her pink lips curled into a frown, and distrust in her big, aquamarine eyes. Her nose was shaped almost as if to render it permanently turned up, and the current posing of her head made sure that it currently was. She was staring at Amelie like one would imagine girls like her looked at a bug.Of course Amelie recognised her. Strangely grumpy or not, this was Ako Saotome, the talented actress and apparent mental genius who was already appearing in TV dramas despite only being in her second year of middle school! All the excitement Amelie had worked so hard to contain while stuck out here waiting burst forth again, warming her chest and sending tingly shivers through her skin. The Ako Saotome was the student council member who was scheduled to meet with her and show her around?! She heard Raki register one of her tradement "Lucky!"s inside her head."I've received information that the colour of your uniform is acceptable, but you should know that I personally cannot forgive it." It was a strange way to greet somebody, but those were the first words out of the student in blue's mouth, her tone refined, but not exactly polite. Really making the point were her folded arms, though those did soon uncross so she could put one palm to her chest, only tilting her pretty head up a little higher before she spoke again. "I'm Ako Saotome, student council member and class representative for the second-years at Stardust Academy. I presume you are Amelie Hashimoto-san, is that right? Apparently, it's my duty to show you around campus before bringing you to class.""Yes, that's me! I'm a really big fan of you Ako-chan! Err, I mean, Saotome-Senpai!"Ako's scowl at Amelie's incorrect choice of address quickly became a self-satisfied smile. "I suppose it's to be expected that you've heard of me." Then she turned to the taller girl beside her. "Please let her in." The groundskeeper lady did just that, opening the gate and then standing aside.Amelie took her first step onto Stardust Academy grounds as a student, her legs like jelly but in a good way. She knew she had talent, had worked really hard, but it was still almost unbelievable to be actually walking upon this hallowed ground. Albeit wearing the wrong colour... "So my uniform really isn't right? But this is what they sent me... you don't know anything about it?""I have not a clue." Ako folded her arms again. "A top idol such as myself doesn't have the time to worry about these things!" But you brought it up first... Amelie immediately thought. She kept it to herself."I'll take your things to your room," said the groundskeeper."Ahh, thank you!" Amelie replied, shooting the young woman a smile. Then she turned to Ako, grinnning giddily. "And you'll show me around?""Hmph!" the other redhead pouted. "Of course I'll do my duty as a student council member. Be thankful, first-year!""I am thankful!" Amelie surged forwards, suddenly taking Ako's wrists into her hands as the older girl unfolded her arms. "I'll be in your care!""W-w-what are you doing?!" Ako flushed bright red at the touch, snatching her wrists free. Only to immediately clap her hands over her enflamed cheeks, as if it might hide her obvious embarrassment. Eventually she calmed enough to give a haughty huff. "That's h-hardly behaviour befitting an idol!""W-wah? It's not?!" Weren't idols supposed to be fun and friendly? It was Amelie's turn to flush, staring down past her short, pink-trimmed skirt to her white Stardust boots in embarrassment. Her meeting with this girl she so admired was hardly going very well. "Sorry... could we just please begin the tour, then?""I suppose we should. But please keep your hands to yourself!" Ako complained.Flashes of how she'd been touched on exam day suddenly rushed into Amelie's mind, only adding to the unease felt in her gut. Her eyes glassy as she recalled the hand pushed between her thighs at the medical office in vivid, confronting detail. There was a sad irony to her now being told to keep her hands to herself, though of course Ako couldn't know that. So Amelie swallowed the lump in her throat, and let herself (surprisingly easily) get fired up again at the thought of seeing the campus properly. Within a couple of seconds, she had a hand pointed up at the sky to register her excitement. "Okay, Saotome-senpai! Please lead the way!"Ako had been looking forward to this morning. She always liked doing Ako Nyan Nyan, and wouldn't helping out a wide-eyed newcomer be much the same as stoking the fires of wonder in the eyes of the children who watched her show? Plus, this particular newcomer had quite a bit of buzz about her, all sorts of rumours about the foreigner who could throw out special appeals before attending a single class having already spread through the campus like wildfire. It was important to know one's rivals well, and Ako had already set aside plenty of disk space in her mental database for Amelie Hashimoto.Then she had met the girl, and all that giddy anticipation had rapidly turned sour. Warned about a nonstandard uniform, she'd been expecting some minor violation, a hiccup likely due to the girl having to awkwardly transfer in a few days late. She had not been expecting to find the girl all dressed up in girlish, saccharine pink instead of classic, professional navy. This was okay? How was it not a tacky mockery of all that Stardust stood for?It didn't stop at the uniform, either. Amelie was wide-eyed, sure, her admittedly enchanting green eyes just as sparkly as an Ako Nyan Nyan audience member. She was also annoyingly forward, calling her "Ako-chan", grabbing at her wrists. Leaving them all tingly with the lingering sensations of the touch of soft skin. Ako could still feel herself blushing as she led the first-year up to the Academy's main building, a pretty, pouty frown on her face expressing her irritation with just how much the new girl was affecting her.Or was she jealous? A fellow redhead, undeniably pretty, not to mention surprisingly curvy for her age, really doing the Stardust Academy uniform some justice even if in the wrong colour! Not to mention a natural talent, albeit one apparently too busy being so sweet and friendly with everybody to properly know her true strength. Another Yume. Why did the upstart little show-off have to wear such a distracting perfume on her first day, too?! Just what was she trying to prove with that exquisite aroma of milk and honey... must be expensive...No. Not jealous. Anyways, Amelie's novelty would wear off soon enough, and how carefree would she be after the realities of the idol word had properly sunk their teeth into her? Ako wasn't cruel enough to wish her to fail, but she certainly wasn't going to be surprised if she did!"I still can't believe someone like Saotome-senpai is the one showing me around!" Amelie's cheery voice derailed Ako's rather less cheery thoughts as they approached the big, heavy doors of the largest building on campus. "Can I get a picture with you before we go in? In front of the building?" Amelie asked hopefully. She pressed her hands together as if praying, and widened her eyes as they looked pleadingly up at her senpai. Even Ako had to admit that she had some real cuteness and charm. "Pleeeeeeease?""A photo? With me?" Ako felt a pleasant tingle in her chest at the attention and recognition, and her face softened. Maybe she'd misjudged the girl a bit... not that she was about to admit that. "I suppose I have no choice!" she answered huffily. Or as huffily as she'd been able, immediately conscious of the joy that also coloured her voice."Really, you'd let me? Thank you so much!" Amelie retrieved her phone, fiddled with it for a few seconds before lifting it to face the two of them for a selfie. Ako carefully composed herself, allowing a bit more of a smile to creep onto her prim, attractive features for the benefit of the camera. Only to lose all that composure when Amelie suddenly crowded in niiiiice and close. Ako was immediately that much more conscious of the girl's smallness, of the brush of cherry-red pigtail against her jacket even despite the lack of physical sensation. Conscious especially of that enticing scent about her. Ako reddened considerably, did all she could to stay presentable for the pictures while Amelie snapped away."Woow, Saotome-senpai! You look so radiant in every shot, as expected of a true idol!" Amelie happily observed, having broke away from their huddle to examine her handiwork. "Can I post them on Kirakiratter?"Ako was too dazed to properly process what she'd been asked. "Ah, y-yes..." she answered distractedly, a response she instantly regretted when her brain caught up and remembered the garish pink version of the Stardust uniform that would also feature in the pictures, and surely raise a whole lot of questions she had no answer to. Not to mention steal focus from her! Too awkward to go and change her mind now, though, so instead she quickly brought things back to their tour by guiding Amelie inside."Most everything takes place in the main building," Ako explained while the first-year eagerly swung her eyes around the surprisingly technological insides of the very classic building. "Most classes are held on the upper floors. The ground floor has the infirmary, dance spaces, club roo-""That's Oto- I mean, Arisugawa-Senpai!" Amelie interrupted, excitedly watching an advertisement play out on one of the many high-definition screens that lined the walls. On it, the school's current Stardust Queen popped a piece of candy into her mouth, closing her eyes in an exaggerated display of taste ecstasy. Or perhaps knowing Otome Arisugawa, an entirely genuine one. "Are you even listening?!" Ako blurted out, but quickly calmed herself. "I'll have you know I appear on these displays frequently too!" the taller redhead told her kouhai, giving a huffy toss of her hair."I'll bet!" Amelie replied with a smile, which brought a bit of an upwards curl to Ako's lips as well. "I was listening, Just very excited! Dance spaces, club rooms... anything else?""I'll show you." The taller girl led the smaller deeper into the building. There weren't many students about here yet, but as they strode along the long hallway, they eventually passed a pair of first-years. The two girls' trim legs hanging dangled off the ledge they sat perched on, apparently what passed for a seat in this uniquely-designed space. Amelie's distinctive pink presence immediately sent them into a flurry of quiet conversation. "Your uniform is attracting attention," Ako sniffed.Amelie gave the girls a hesitant wave, and then a bow. The prim-looking purple-haired girl of the pair covered her smiling mouth with the back of a petite hand, while the girl with a pink ribbon set to one side of her honeyed brown hair met Amelie's wave with an energetic one of her own, and an enthusiastic call of "Welcome to Stardust!"."Thanks! Hi! I'm-" Amelie started to respond."I'm trying to give you a tour!" Ako complained, a fresh pout on her pretty face. "Don't let those first-years distract you." She turned dramatically, began briskly walking forwards to try to recapture Amelie's attentions. Listening to her heels click against the main building's glossy floor as she gave a look back over her shoulder, smiling ever so slightly to see Amelie shoot the two girls an apologetic look, then scramble to catch up. The pair shared a friendly giggle, and then went right back to excitedly chattering away. "This wouldn't happen if you were wearing the right colour!" Ako still hadn't gotten past that little wrinkle in the new girl's first day.Before too long, they had reached another set of screens, situated at the end of the hallway, where the path branched in a T-junction. Ako pointed to them with a dainty finger. "Here are where school results are displayed. Academic performance..." Ako paused to let the contents of the screen she was indicating sink in. Wanting this sweet-smelling newcomer to notice the academic results for the second years, where Ako sat proudly in first place. She was left wanting for any kind of reaction from the younger redhead. "This one displays your Aikatsu ranking, a measure of success calculated for all girls registered in any official idol middle school, not only this academy. A new girl like you can find her place by scrolling through down here, see? Or press this button and search by your name." Ako watched Amelie briefly observe her demonstration of the touchscreen's scroll functionality, but flick her big green eyes back up to the screen above, where the current top ten of the Aikatsu ranking were permanently displayed. The majority of the names indeed belonging to girls who attended this very academy. Including Ako's at number nine."Wow, Saotome-senpai! You're in the top ten?!" Amelie was immediately forgiven for her failure to comment on Ako's academic prowess, the taller redhead beaming proudly. "You deserve it! You were so good in Mermaid Princess!""Shooting for that was actually quite difficult, you know?" Ako bathed in her kouhai's admiration. Gave the girl and her incorrect uniform a fresh look up and down as she re-evaluted her opinion of the naive newcomer some more. Found her eyes lingering, noticing the girl's curves while that incessant perfume invaded her nostrils. Her chest pounded, and her ears burned - the sort of way she got when she thought about Subaru-kyun. The pinkness of those silly clothes must be throwing her off, she concluded, forcing her head to turn to look off to the side so she could try to clear it. "A-anyway, we don't have the time to be standing around here! Hurry up and follow me." Ako led the way down one hallway of the junction, eager for the tour to serve as a distraction.For maybe the sixth time that day, the reality that Amelie was a Stardust student, would be living on this wonderful campus full of possibilities, "sank in". It had sunk in when she'd walked up to the gate, and again when she'd gotten to speak to the one and only Ako Saotome. When she'd got the chance to peer into one of the dance rehearsal rooms, and when Ako had taken her outside and shown her the glittering Stardust Dome. A premiere live space used even by big stars outside of the idol scene, though within the scene Stardust of course tended to limit things to its own students and alumni, for competition reasons. Amelie hadn't been inside, but her butt had certainly been glued to the common room couch back in the orphanage when Mizuki or Ichigo had their live shows there broadcast on TV.This time, it was the furious bustle of student activity that had set her heart all aquiver. While Ako had shown her around the campus, there'd been only a few students around, and a handful more seen jogging around the star-shaped perimeter of the campus' main area. Now as they finally approached the dormitories, however, there were girls everywhere, all wearing the distinctive Stardust navy. Bright-eyed first-years wearing excited smiles much like Amelie was, third-years who somehow managed to look so mature for just two years difference, a whole different atmosphere about them. Cheery girls here to have fun, serious-looking girls with earnest expressions on their faces, one girl chasing her shrieking friends with a caterpillar on her finger. Another staring spacily at the clouds, as if those fluffy white shapes held within them the meaning of the universe. Elaborate braids, cutesy twintails, hair left down whether meticulously blown-dry and glossy, or left fetchingly messy. Every girl was pretty, charming in her own way. Stardust could afford to be picky.Most girls were headed in the opposite direction to Ako and Amelie, making their way back towards the main part of campus having presumably finished breakfast and now ready to start their day of idol activities. Occasionally, Amelie saw a familiar face, probably one of the rising stars she'd read about in idol magazines. Many more of the girls seemed to recognise her, however, the cute little redhead unable to keep the pink from her cheeks as so many of her fellow students looked her up and down, sparks in their eyes. Waves, bows, greetings called out, and she frantically tried to make sure to return each she was offered while Ako led her through the approaching throng. Some girls even knew her name, presumably from her audition performance... had she really made that much of an impression?There were plenty of girls still inside the dormitory building too. Breakfast was finishing up, plenty of chatter still audible from the doorway Ako pointed out as the cafeteria. Some girls hurried down a simply excessive set of stairs, red carpet over pearly marble. "There's common rooms on that side," Ako pointed out, as she led Amelie instead towards the stairs. "Also some private spaces you can book outside of class time using your Aikatsu phone."Amelie climbed the stairs excitedly behind Ako, copying the way the girl carefully kept her skirt to the backs of her thighs as she ascended. The first-year daydreaming about what her room might be like, given the fanciness of the rest of the building that was on display. "Everything's so nice here!" she observed out loud, to Ako."Indeed. If anyone has a complaint for the student council, it's usually about their roommate!" Ako covered her lips for a brief little chuckle to herself. "Do try to get along with yours.""Do you know who it is?" Amelie clapped her hands together, eyes wide and full of hope for an answer, but Ako shook her head. "Only that you will have room 318." They ascended another floor to reach the third (of four), and Ako was able to quickly locate Amelie's room."Try your Aikatsu phone on the reader," Ako suggested, using a dainty hand to indicate the electronic sensor that presumably functioned as the room's lock. Amelie did just that, taking out the phone-and-case combo the school had sent her along with her uniform, and waving it over the reader several times. When she got no response, she tried pressing it up more firmly to the device. "That's curious. It should light up," Ako explained, taking the phone from Amelie to try a few times herself. Then she tried the lock, gasping slightly as the handle turned, and the door slowly pushed open. "I'll have to raise this at next student council meetinnnyyaaaa?!" Ako's offer to help became a horrified cry of surprise, as if she had just seen a ghost. Or well, if a cat had seen a ghost, and the ghost had made a rude gesture at her. "H-huh?!" Amelie wasn't sure what was wrong, so she moved past Ako into her room to see. The quite spacious room may didn't quite live up to the expectations the marble stairs may have set, but the soft-looking, lace-lined, queen-size bed that waited for her was certainly a far cry from the no-frills single she'd had back at the orphanage! "Whooa! That's a big bed!" she exclaimed, spinning as she happily flung herself backwards onto the mattress, a silly grin on her face as she looked up at Ako and tried to figure out what was bothering the girl. The grin faded as something sunk in. "Wait, we don't get our own beds? What if I don't like my roommate? Or she doesn't like me?!" She blushed as she imagined how awkward that could be. Even sleeping next to someone like Raki would probably take some getting used to! "Shaaaaaaa!" Ako gave a hiss like a cat, or at least the human onomatopaeia for one, her attractive features curled into an expression of self-indignant fury. She raised her hands, and Amelie saw that they were inexplicably covered by cat-paw gloves. A matching set of cat ears atop the girl's head, as if they'd somehow appeared out of thin air. Before the younger girl could ask, though, the catgirl had lunged at her. Amelie barely able to raise her hands to instinctively protect her face from the ultimately harmless swipe of one soft paw and its plush claws. "This... isn't fair! What makes you so special, Amelie Hashimoto?!" the girl shrieked."What's wrong?!" Amelie lifted her legs and scrambled backwards up the bed. Only then did she carefully lower her skinny arm, looking warily up at the girl at the foot of her bed. Ako's face was intense, but those aquamarine eyes had shifted from trying to burn a hole in her head to instead stare at where her splayed legs met her skirt. Amelie flushed, her heart pounding in her chest as she noticed the hunger in Ako's eyes, a hunger she'd seen in too many others... Yuri included. "I didn't do anything!" she protested as she hurriedly pinned her curvy thighs together, just in time for a cat glove to firmly clamp down on one. Their eyes met again, locked together for a few poignant, frightful seconds.All of a sudden Ako's face went as red as Amelie's, and the taller girl yanked her hand away as if the soft, milky thigh-flesh had burned her right through her glove. Amelie watched in dazed confusion as she took a few steps backwards, her expression changing from one of lust to one of dismay. Ako spun around to face the door, but looked back over her shoulder at Amelie. "I'll not let myself be charmed by the likes of you! The student council will hear about this," Ako grumbled haughtily. It was phrased like a threat, but Amelie couldn't see how it was one. Ako had laid hands on her, she hadn't done anything wrong, had she? "Charmed? Saotome-senpai...?" "Hmmph!" Ako gave a stomp of her foot that might have been cute under different circumstances, pouting sourly. "Classes begin very shortly. Do not let yourself be late, first-year!" Like that, Ako turned and stormed out of the room. Amelie left there still laying in her bed, trying to piece together anything of what had just happened. She pulled out her aikatsu phone, eyes widening as she saw the time, confirming Ako's warning. "Uwaah, I'm going to be late!" She sprang out of bed, and went straight for the room's attached bathroom to splash some water on her heated face. Shot herself a look of determination in the mirror. Yet another Stardust girl had got strange with her, was this how her dealings with all the students would go? "Nobody's going to stop my time at Stardust from being a success!" she announced with all the confidence she could muster, trying to reassure herself and her tummy still queasy with worry. She thought about her tour guide for the morning, how impressive she was already as an idol, how helpful she'd been in showing her around campus before something had gone and set her off. Thought about those truly adorable gloves and ears that had appeared from nowhere, wondered when Ako could have possibly put them on. Was there a tail, too? "Yoosh. And I will make Ako Saotome my friend! Such is my will, the will of an idol!"Leaving her luggage for now, save to quickly grab a notepad and pencilcase, Amelie hurried off to class.Ako was splashing her face with water too, though the cold liquid proved little help in banishing the heat behind her cheeks. She had a class starting at the same time as Amelie's, of course, but although she'd hurried off to the main building to attend, here she was still in the first-level bathrooms, desperately trying to compose herself enough to face her classmates. She could hardly show up to the classroom all worked up like this, flushed in the face and mentally unsettled!How come Amelie got a room like that all to herself, almost twice the size of what Ako, and just about every other student, had to share with a roommate? Why did she get such a big, fancy bed with a decorative headboard, romantic pink covers and a lacy bed skirt? Not to mention three big frilly pillows! Then there was the fact that the girl had started her school year after everyone else had to, showing up in that utterly unthinkable pink uniform, garish and drawing everybody's eyes... Why was Stardust giving her all this special treatment?!Ako sighed to the mirror. Was she a bit jealous... a lot jealous? Probably. Deep down she recognised that, envy something she frequently struggled with, and was trying to be better about. It wasn't just jealousy, though. Something else about Amelie bothered her far more.She'd only ever had eyes for one person - Subaru Yuuki. One of the most popular male idol up-and-comers attending an academy just like Stardust, but for boys. Cool and handsome and charming, an amazing singer and already a regular feature on TV dramas and variety spots. Ako had read every interview, saved every last picture he'd put up on Kirakiratter, and spent many a night out in the Stardust gardens, sat on a bench and staring up at the starry sky while thoughts of him, imagined conversations, played out in her mind. She was in love, or what passed for love in the heart of an innocent, virginal maiden.So why, then, did it feel like this new girl had put her grubby, grabby little fingers all over the heart that only Subaru was supposed to touch? Why was her head filled up with Amelie's bright smile and infectious energy. Her short, skinny foreigner body, that was surprisingly developed for a first-year. Her irresistible fragrance, that Ako had been discreetly sniffing all throughout the tour she'd given the girl, and had sat so heavy in the air when they'd ended up at Amelie's bed together. Something strange had come over her, she'd pinned the smaller girl down, sort of, and stared up her skirt. Ako didn't like girls, not in that way... did she?A certain part of her body sure seemed to, though. Pleasant tingles between her thighs that Subaru had never given her. A distracting throbbing that kept her face flushed and her thoughts jumbled. "Makes no sense!" she complained to herself under her breath, taking out her Aikatsu phone to check the time, and groaning when she saw how late she was already. Of course, the school would understand. It wasn't something ever really put into words by any staff, even inside the privacy of the campus walls. All the students knew, however, that this wasn't just an amazing idol academy, but one for "special" girls. Girls like them. Dickgirl physiology was a rough hand to be dealt in these prime years of pubescence, and it was no secret from student body or teaching staff that a good proportion of the mid-class toilet breaks that girls took were to give themselves some relief.That was something that Ako Saotome, one of Stardust's leading actresses, representative of the second years and proud student council member, had never stooped to. Nor really ever felt any significant urge to. Which only made it all the more embarrassing for her today, as she closed the stall door, and checked the lock three times. Feeling her heart pound away nervously in her chest, while her penis pulsed in matching rhythm, swelling already in anticipation of what she'd come in here to do. Unthinkable! A pink uniform! Ako remembered how Amelie had greeted all the girls that'd taken interest in her, so effortlessly friendly in a way Ako had always struggled to be. How would you greet them all with my cock in your mouth, cute little first-year? She sat down on the toilet, and pulled down her panties as if she were to use it. Plausible deniability that went right out the window as she pulled up her Stardust skirt and wrapped a hand around her semi-erect member. Easily coaxing it to its full length of six inches, but a thick six inches, while she enjoyed her lurid fantasies of fucking Amelie's mouth. Naive! Every girl thinks she's good when she first comes here... Stardust girls will teach you a lesson about how tough the idol world really is... and my load all over your face will make a very nice start to that!The redhead moaned, and then bit her lip. Embarrassed as she was to be doing this, it did feel so good to finally succumb to all the awful thoughts that had been trying to push their way into her brain by the end of the tour. When she had pinned the girl down by her thigh, and realised how easy it might be to pin her down properly. When she'd got a good eyeful of Amelie's cutesy panties, and not seen any sort of bulge in the way they hugged snugly to the preteen's pubic mound. Surely that couldn't mean that... no, impossible. Nothing was impossible in a fantasy, though, and Ako was now imagining Amelie with a pussy as she eagerly stroked a hand up and down her length. She may have liked boys, but the common sentiment on campus was that pussy was where it was at. Even Ako wasn't too innocent or high-strung not to know that! Nor was she above wondering about how the real thing, apparently the ultimate cock-pleasing device, might feel wrapped around her. I could have found out... fucked your tight little first-year body in that big bed you don't deserve! You're a fan of me, Amelie? Ako slid her other hand in her blazer, her fingers' actions unfocused as they squeezed at one breast through her training bra. Another moan escaped the lips her teeth were supposed to be keeping sealed, and she hoped beyond hope she was still alone in here. Then how about my fan does something for me? Her thoughts pivoted to Amelie being with her in the stall. Kneeling on a public bathroom floor where an overconfident, genki little first-year brat belonged while her lips and tongue worshipped some top idol cock. Suckled on some balls that had already appeared in multiple TV dramas (well, not the balls specifically!)."Nnnffhh... Amelie..." Ako didn't even make it back to thinking of the possibility of pussy. Of the younger girl in her lap, their hips joined as Amelie rode her in the west-side first-floor bathrooms of Stardust's main building. Instead, the thought of this upstart who could do a special appeal on her audition day offering up her mouth for the pleasure of the superior idol proved too much. She would be innocent, inexperienced, but Ako would grab her little head and push it down deeper and work it back and forth until..."Aahhhnnn!" If there was someone here, they absolutely must have heard Ako's orgasmic squeal, the girl frantically grabbing for some toilet paper just before her thick cock began oozing out blob after big fat blob of thick, pungent semen. Look... what you made me do... Eight copious spurts of pent-up seed splattered into soft 3-ply, and the clouds of lust began to part. The shining clarity of Ako's keen mind soon returning. She was frustrated at herself for letting her dick get the best of her. For letting herself pleasure herself here. For betraying Subaru-kyun!"We'll just see what student council has to say!" Ako grumbled out loud, as she grabbed for more toilet paper with which to dab herself clean. Eventually, a good few minutes later, Stardust's second-year representative managed to walk into her first class of the day with her head held relatively high, if still a bit red in the cheeks.The damage, however, was done. I'll not forgive this, Amelie Hashimoto!
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Amelie's legs pumped furiously, working hard to carry her little body rapidly up one of the several sets of stairs inside Stardust Academy's main building. She'd run all the way here from the dorm building, an effort to make sure she wouldn't be late, but left herself completely puffed out in the process. No good... Mizuki could have run that in her sleep! she mentally chastised herself, panting a little as she spared a moment to lean her body's weight against a hand on the closest wall.Things had gotten strange with Ako back in Amelie's room, and she still had no idea what all the fuss about her room had been. Right now, though, she wasn't thinking about any of that. She was wondering what her homeroom teacher would be like, and what kind of girls would be there with her in class 1A. A knot of nervousness bundled in her tummy, while her heart fluttered with excitement."Oh. Hello again!""Huh?" Amelie had been too busy regaining her breath to notice a trio of Stardust first-years all staring at her. She looked up, immediately recognising the two girls who had greeted her during her tour earlier that morning. Actually now she thought about it, the one with slightly unkempt, strawberry blonde hair was the one Raki had spoke with on audition day, before forgetting her name. The third girl had an energetic, slightly boyish look thanks to the shortness of her blonde hair."Oho, this is the new girl!" Her voice carried the same energy her look did, and she offered her name with a wave. "Hinaki Shinjou!"The violet-haired girl gave a slight bow. "Sumire Hikami.""Akari Oozora!" offered the strawberry blonde."Don't you mean Ichigo Hoshimiya?" queried Hinaki with a grin."Uuu, can't we stop talking about that already?" Akari complained.Amelie could only stare, non-plussed and waiting for her chance to introduce herself. "Akari here is a big fan of Ichigo-senpai. So big a fan she accidentally introduced herself by Ichigo's name at audition," Sumire explained, prompting a small peal of giggles from Hinaki.Amelie didn't laugh. Rather, she turned to face Akari with an eager nod of understanding. "I know how you feel! I couldn't be here, not without Mizuki to look up to!""Right?" Akari agreed happily, taking a single step towards Amelie and shooting her a smile. Amelie took it as the chance to introduce herself."I'm Amelie Hashimoto! Pleased to meet you!" The trio all smiled at her, but three pairs of eyes had soon lowered to her uniform, obviously wondering about its colour."How come it's pink?" Hinaki said what they were all thinking."It's weird, right?" Amelie had spent plenty of time wondering the same thing herself. "But this is what I received. Saotome-senpai told me it's acceptable." She briefly recalled Ako's reaction to her at the gate with an awkward half-laugh. "Also said I looked ridiculous""Saotome-senpai? You spoke to a second-year?!" pried Hinaki."She showed me around this morning, because I missed a few days.""Wow!" Akari exclaimed, mulberry-coloured eyes shining with amazement."Already doing special appeals and conversing with the seniors. It seems we have some catching up to do," mused Sumire."Un! We'll work hard!" chimed Akari."As will I!" Amelie replied, without missing a beat. "That's the will of an idol!"Before they could talk any further, a loud male voice cut through all the chatter of the girls waiting out in the hallway. "Class time, honeys! Time to take a biig step forward on our heart-pounding, passionate idol journeys, yeah!" Amelie looked over to see the man who'd joined her meeting with the Headmistress, watching his body give a spin before it all but danced its merry way into their classroom."Is he usually like that?" Amelie wondered out loud."Always," grinned Akari.Like most else at Stardust Academy, the classrooms were a grand affair. Rather than the set of plain desks arranged in a grid that would be typical for a middleschool, laid out in front of Amelie was a spacious lecture theatre. A shallow set of stairs ran up the centre of the room to provide access to each tier of sitting space, the back of the room raised compared to the front for unobstructed viewing. Rather than individual desks, long runs of gleaming white desk space waited to be shared by all the students sitting in that row.Scanning for somewhere to sit, Amelie's bright green eyes found most bums already in seats, a room full of idol hopefuls just like her. Every last one of them a pretty girl in her own way, the navy and white of the Stardust uniform flattering her developing body. Pretty much all of them were looking right at her, making the knot in her tummy twist tigther."Ame-chan! Over here!" Raki waved at her from the second row, and Amelie smiled with relief. She waved back, her feet naturally carrying her over to begin ascending the central stairs."No no no!" Johnny called out from the front of class, behind her. "New student-honey! Over here please!" Amelie turned to see the man frozen in an exaggerated pose, one arm stretched out diagonally to provide a dramatic indication of where he'd like her to stand. Amelie had little choice but to obey, legs a little shakier than they were a second ago while they brought her to where he'd pointed. She looked up at him, eyes big. His were unreadable."Self-introduction time, yeah! On you go!"With pink cheeks, and a moment's pause to swallow her nerves, Amelie turned to address the class. Any of the girls who hadn't been looking at her before sure were now. "Hello, everyone! I'm Amelie Hashimoto, it's a pleasure to meet you!" She bowed earnestly. "When I was younger I was touched by one of Mizuki-san's songs, and ever since that moment I've wanted to become an idol at Stardust! There were some... circumstances about me joining that made me start late, and my uniform's the wrong colour, but I hope we can get along!"The gathered girls burst into activity, a variety of waves and nods and bows directed Amelie's way while others turned to their friends to whisper. The reaction seemed mostly positive, and Amelie calmed a little further."Listen up, every-honey!" Bepp-sensei snapped his fingers so loudly the sound practically echoed off the lecture theatre walls. The whispering quietened immediately. "Amelie-honey is a student like any of you, no matter what colour she's wearing!" The random substitution of words with English equivalents still stood out, but Amelie was focused instead on his use of her first name. Much better than "Bridge-honey"... had he noticed the way that name had affected her before? "She may be different to the rest of you, but that's no excuse to treat her poorly!"A hand shot up. "Different how?"
"You mean like her race?" queried another girl.Amelie turned to the man with curious eyes. Was that why she was wearing pink?Johnny immediately realised he'd said too much. "Ahhh, aha..." He burst into another series of rapid, perfectly-executed dance moves as he tried to think up a way out, and came up with nothing. Instead, he changed the topic. "Laura-honey!" He pointed out a pink-haired girl with a disaffected look on her face, sitting up the back of the room. "Now we have an extra student, you have a partner for your end of term live show!" Laura's face shifted into a sour frown, her blue eyes glaring at Amelie. "No frowning! Aikatsu is better together, every-honey! Oh yeah!"Laura rolled her eyes, prompting a "tch" of irritation from Johnny. He let the poor manners slide. "Sit down, Amelie-honey! End of term performance details will come through to your Aikatsu phone, later you can check it out!"Amelie started climbing the stairs for a second time, looking over at Laura. The girl's pretty, refined features were still formed into a frown, and she refused to meet Amelie's gaze. Amelie took her seat beside Raki, shooting her friend a look full of questions that the girl with sandy-coloured twintails could only answer with a grin."Attendance check!" Johnny called from the front of the class, before running through all the girls' names and giving each a chance to announce her presence. Amelie's head left to whip around from one angle to another as she tried to remember as many faces and names of her fellow Stardust first-years as she could. A radiant smile beamed to any of them who looked her way in the process."Timetable check!" Their homeroom teacher next ran over the day's schedule. An idol history lesson, then a dance lesson they'd need to change for. Amelie realised then that basically everybody else had brought a bag that presumably contained their P.E. uniform, and thanks to her morning rush, she hadn't. After dance was lunch, and then music theory, and then free time for the rest of the afternoon. "Remember every-honey, free time is aikatsu time! For practising your end of term show, it's the perfect chance!"One brief and utterly unnecessary breakdancing session from their teacher later, homeroom class was over. Johnny strutted his way out the door, and the students began to chatter as they all waited for the idol history teacher to come."I was supposed to bring my gym clothes?" Amelie asked Raki, worried."Oh. Yeah. But you can just go back and get them! Some girls change in the dorms anyway.""Phew..."Then, Raki leaned in close to Amelie in order to whisper. Her ear right there, Amelie heard the couple of deep, greedy inhales from Raki's little nose, and gave a bit of an uncomfortable shift in her seat. She'd forgotten just how "affectionate" her first friend at Stardust tended to be. "Sorry you got Laura. Unlucky!""She looked so grumpy!" Amelie whispered back."She is. Thinks she's better than everyone, and acts up in class.""Awww..." Amelie let her head slump forwards a little, cursing her luck. Was anything at Stardust ever going to be easy?"You'll be fine, though, Ame-chan! They're not going to fail a girl who can already do special appeals!"Amelie hoped that was true. Before she could think much more on the subject, though, in walked the next teacher, and it was time for class."Good morning, everyone!" In walked the idol history teacher, a woman smiling so broadly she looked almost too happy to be up the front of a classroom. She wore a rather simple dress in pale yellow, with her reddish-brown hair in a loose ponytail left to rest on one slender shoulder. Casual styling that she was certainly pulling off - the lady was an idol-tier beauty! "Hi again! Are we all excited for some more study?"It was then that the woman's golden-brown eyes fell upon Amelie, prompting her to clap her hands together with excitement. "Oh, the new girl! Amelie, right? Aren't you pretty in pink?" The comment had Amelie's cheeks soon the same colour. "Ready to learn about idols past?"Amelie nodded mutely, still a bit dazed by the history teacher's exuberance. Like just about every other aspect of idoldom, though, she was genuinely excited by its history. Every successful idol's story was another chance to learn how she too might walk in their footsteps. The mistakes not to make, and the scandals to avoid."Wonderful! The best way not to be forgotten, is to learn from those who are remembered, after all!" The teacher's gaze was still fixated on Amelie, prompting the young girl to nod again. That got those friendly eyes to finally flit off elsewhere. "Laura? Can I see a smile please?""Tch," the pinkette replied from the back row, loud enough to have several girls in the classroom looking round at her in surprise."Oh come on, you'll give yourself wrinkles pouting like that! Now, where did we leave off?"A small-figured girl sitting up in the front row signalled she wanted to speak. Most of her blonde hair was tied up into two loose, almost gravity-defying clumps, and the frames of a bright red pair of glasses could be seen sitting on top of two cute, rounded ears. "You umm, said we would start at current events and work backwards, as those would be more relevant to first-years," the girl offered, her voice small and a bit shy. "We got to three weeks ago, when Ichigo Hoshimiya released an album...""Oh, my Ichigo really outdid herself with that one, didn't she?" the teacher gushed. "Did everyone listen to the single?""She was serious about that?" muttered Raki, forcing a small grin to break through onto Amelie's features, even as the redhead did her best to treat her first proper lesson at idol school seriously."Oh, no, let's do this!" the teacher decided for herself out loud. "Show of hands, who saw Ichigo's variety TV spot this week?" Amelie shot her hand up, even as she had to wonder about the question's purpose. Looking around she saw several other girls' hands in the air, Akari of course included. "Wasn't she radiant? So charming and funny? But that's not really 'history', is it... oh! Have all of you thought about your autograph yet?"The room filled with shaking heads."Right! It's not the first thing you think about when it comes to being an idol, is it? I know a story about this. A few years ago, there was an idol, here at Stardust, who had a lot of trouble coming up with an autograph...""Was it Ichigo?" asked one plucky girl, to a chorus of giggles.It turned out it was, and when a student referred to the teacher as "Hoshimiya-Sensei" Amelie quickly realised why. Thankfully, when the blonde student up front eventually asked if the latest random Ichigo fact might be on the exam, Mrs. Hoshimiya seemed to remember what she was ostensibly at Stardust to do. The lesson became a lot more focused, even if still mostly delivered through relaying stories, and with a bit of remaining Ichigo bias. Minutes passed like seconds for Amelie as the lesson continued, and she found lots to take notes about, smiling to herself whenever she already recognised the story being told. She ended up smiling frequently.Raki, sitting next to her, seemed far less interested in the lesson. The girl kept changing how she was sitting. She went through a period of scribbling loops and hearts in her notebook instead of taking notes, and then a period of restlessly rocking back and forth in her seat. Amelie was starting to worry. Was this how her friend treated all her lessons?Finally, Raki raised her hand. "Mrs. Hoshimiya? Could I please use the bathroom?" Realisation dawned, Amelie relieved to know her friend must have just needed to pee. "Me too, actually!" another voice called out, from someone sat right behind.The two girls were excused, and the lesson continued. "Another important role of history is inspiration," declared their teacher. "Who here has someone, another idol, who inspired her to want to become an idol herself? Hands up!"Amelie raised her hand slowly, not sure she or the class needed to delve into the story that brought her to Stardust. Thankfully, the teacher called upon somebody else."And who inspired you to join Stardust, Akari?""Ichigo Hoshimiya-Senpai.""A young lady after my own heart!" beamed Mrs. Hoshimiya, as she began drawing something on a tablet-style device, resulting in a projection of her drawing appearing on a white screen behind her. A box, with a rough scribble of a girl inside it. "Here, we have Akari, who was inspired by Ichigo." Next, the lady drew a second box, putting a little more care into sketching when it came to her daughter. In the diagram, Ichigo was then connected to Akari by an arrow. "Now, history question! Who can tell me who inspired Ichigo to be an idol? Call out if you know the answer!" A few girls did, Amelie again one of them. How could she not know?"Mizuki Kanzaki.""Very good!" Mizuki was added to the diagram, a box joined to Ichigo's by an arrow. "Now this might be a bit before your time, girls, but this is a history lesson after all. Who can tell me who inspired Mizuki?"Nobody called out the answer this time, but the blonde girl in the front row was doing what Amelie presumed to be the "I know the answer" dance."Amelie? Do you know?"Amelie wasn't sure why the teacher had asked her, but given the question, she answered it automatically. Of course she knew, she knew everything she could about the source of her own idol inspiration. "Mizuki was inspired by the idol group, Masquerade.""My, my! That's correct." The woman fixed Amelie with a quizzical look, then turned to the girl in the front row, as if to silently ask "Was that what you had?" Then she glanced at the clock behind her. "Well, that almost wraps up our class for today girls. But first, homework! Who's the idol who most inspired you to come to Stardust? Research them, find out who she, or he, might have been inspired by. Who inspired them? Draw a diagram like the one I did. I'd love to see them next week!"To Amelie's relief, Raki arrived just in time to grab her bag before everyone headed off to change for dance class, with a "Lucky!" and a peace sign. "Did we get any homework?" she walked over to ask Amelie."Just to draw a diagram of which idol inspired us, and who inspired them, and so on...""That's it? Lucky!" Raki's silly grin turned serious. "Oh! But you better go get changed if you wanna make it for dance class on time!""Yeah, I had," Amelie agreed."Just bring all your stuff, then we can change together after dance.""Okay!"While a large clump of first-years all moved off towards the changerooms, Amelie headed quickly for the building's entrance. She paused to quickly fetch out her Aikatsu phone and check the time, only to hear the now-familiar clop of white Stardust boots against a glossy floor coming from behind her. She turned to find the blonde from the front of class, the girl's face equal parts cute and mousy, and wearing glasses."Hello! I guess I already introduced myself, but I'm Amelie Hashimoto! Nice to meet you, please treat me kindly!" She didn't miss a beat."Kii Saegusa. Please do the same for me," the blonde answered politely, seeming a bit shy."Are you heading back to the dorms too? Wanna walk together?"Kii brightened quickly. "Okay okay okay!"As the two girls walked and talked, Kii gradually began to come on out of her shell. The pair discussed the class they'd just sat through, Kii revealing it'd been the more focused of the two Idol History lessons so far. The pair bonded over how much of the material the two of them had already known, Kii having read several non-fiction books on the topic of idols while Amelie had devoured countless articles and TV spots and discussions online.The conversation moved to their idol dreams and hopes for the future. Kii revealed she'd been terrified up on stage, and completely messed up her audition. She was surprised she'd even made it into Stardust, and not convinced she wanted to be an idol. She would be happy just being part of the idol world, even if only to help other idols sparkle. Amelie meanwhile gushed about her own big dreams, but not without modesty. "If I could just do half of what Mizuki has done already!"Thankfully, at no point did Kii ask why Amelie's uniform was pink. She did, however, keep staring at it. Amelie kept noticing her glancing downwards at blazer or skirt, seemingly deep in thought, those blue eyes quickly shying away each time they were caught. By the time they were getting close to the dorms, Amelie was uncomfortable enough to turn and properly address the situation. "I don't know why it's pink, okay?" Kii flushed at the subject being put to words, giving a quick nod.And then Amelie was in the air, toppling forwards while everything moved in slow-motion.She realised, too late to save her footing, that she'd caught one of her boots on a raised tile in the golden path. Her other leg tried to catch her weight, but a heeled shoe made that difficult. It buckled beneath her, and next moment her knees slammed hard into the ground, neither her tall white boots nor the pink socks poking out the ends of them quite long enough to protect them. "Ahh, owwww!" Her hands had caught her fall, her arms a bit shaky as they recoiled from the impact."Ohh!" Kii cried out from behind her, having stopped in surprise when Amelie had suddenly catapulted forwards. Rather than rushing forwards to help though, when Amelie looked back over her shoulder she found the blue-eyed blonde stood still, staring.Indeed the girl in glasses was mesmerised, her cheeks filling in with pink as she took in the sight in front of her. Amelie's trip forwards had left her in a pose akin to an animal presenting, and the shortness of her pleated Stardust skirt ensured there was plenty to present. Soft, pale preteen thighs, their pristine skin merging seemlessly into the pleasant curves of the new girl's bottom. The slight hint of a darker shade to that skin, where it dimpled inwards around the edges of pink gingham check panties, with small red roses smattered about haphazardly atop the gridded pattern. Thin, cheap cotton that hugged nice and tightly to what it contained, left creased along the middle where for a Stardust student, it ought to have bulged outwards instead.Even viewed from a good few steps back, and through a pair of red-rimmed glasses, there could be no mistaking a plump little pair of pussylips. The new girl was all girl!"I knew-knew-knew it!" Kii blurted out before she could stop herself. She'd suspected this, as much as she'd told herself again and again it couldn't be true. Had spent a good portion of their walk to the dorms staring, wondering about the pink uniform, and whether it had anything to do with the Stardust of old that she'd encountered scant scraps of information about in some of her books. Now, the puzzle pieces had finally slotted into place."Huh? Knew what?" Amelie asked, scrambling quickly to her feet and holding up her legs to inspect her skinned knees.Kii snapped from her trance, suddenly realising she'd been gawking at a fellow student's private parts as her own gave a hormonal tingle. Her face turned redder. "N-nothing!" she quickly answered, only now rushing forwards even though Amelie was already standing again. "Are you okay?""Yeah. That hurt, though!""Please be careful!"They closed the short bit of remaining distance to the dorm building in silence. Amelie was still noticing Kii glancing over at her, but now at least at her face instead of her clothes. They were soon inside, and at the top of the first set of stairs, Kii disappeared off to her room to change.Amelie's knees still stung, yet she alighted the steps up to the third floor with enthusiasm.Amelie emerged back onto the Stardust campus grounds just a few minutes later, having raced her way through changing into the school's provided P.E. uniform and preparing the Stardust-issue bag now slung over her shoulder. It contained her stationery, a change of underwear and the morning's uniform, the latter bagged away given its lightly-used state. She strode on out into the sunlight wearing the classical Japanese combination of tight-fitting buruma over her underwear and a white ringer shirt, the latter with her name already sewed into its nametag.She found Kii already waiting for her, wearing the same. Well, save of course for a now all-too-familiar difference in colour, Kii's buruma and shirt accents in the classic navy, while Amelie's were once again a deep pink. Instead, Kii's share of pink was all over her face, her cheeks flushed and her forehead a bit sweaty. She looked like she'd had a sprint around the building while Amelie was getting changed!Kii's blue eyes lit up upon seeing Amelie, then gave the girl a quick up and down, with a bit of a linger at the hips. She smiled, fishing around in her bag for a few seconds before producing a few brightly-coloured bandaids. "Hashimoto-san, here. For your knees.""Oh, thanks!" Amelie reached out to take them, but Kii gently shook her head."Umm, it'll be faster if I do it," Kii shyly suggested, Amelie agreeing with a little nod and a sound of assent. "Okay okay okay!" Kii crouched into a squat, shooting a bashful smile up at the redhead stood before her and then applying the colourful adhesives to the sorest-looking sections of both knees. Amelie let herself be fussed over, Kii seeming to enjoy this little spot of supporting an idol, or hopeful idol in this case.They really did have to hurry if they were going to make it to class on time, though! "Ah, finished?" Amelie asked, peering down at the blonde still crouched in front of her, the girl apparently done and yet not moving. Amelie could only wonder why Kii was spacing out, of course completely unaware of the thoughts in the girl's head. Thoughts about those pink buruma, and what she now knew they contained. The same thoughts that had overcome her back in her room, unexpected feelings for the new girl that had quickly culminated in a guilty gasp, and a mess all over her hand."Fi-fi-finished!" Kii announced, standing up as she answered with what Amelie had now identified as a cutesy vocal tic. She stuffed the bandaid wrappers into her bag."Then, I don't wanna be late!" The excitement of her first day hadn't worn off yet, Amelie channeling all her excitement into her second jog across the campus. The coverings on her scraped knees pulled at her skin as they tried to accommodate the energetic pumping of a young pair of legs, but the ease of running in her P.E. shoes more than made up for it."C-coming!" Kii did her best to keep up.Both were panting by the time they reached the main building, but that didn't stop them making a beeline for dance class."Sincerest apologies for my lateness!"
"Sincerest apologies for my lateness!"The two girls bowed in unison after entering, chiming out a polite apology to the teacher over the poppy song that was already playing while she lead the class. Amelie immediately recognised the young woman, an active idol who'd achieved a great amount of success over the past few years and, fittingly, was best known for her dancing talent. Yuzu Nikaidou. She'd pulled back from the spotlight a little more recently, but Amelie could never have imagined it was to come teach at Stardust! The secretive and exclusive academy certainly hadn't published anything to say so.Yet here Amelie was, a Stardust student with the opportunity to learn from a current star. She had the shivers just looking at the older girl, another blonde with unruly, poofy hair worn tied in two places just like Kii's. That was where the similarities stopped, however. Unlike Kii, raw confidence radiated off of every inch of their dance teacher, concentrated most strongly in the look in her eyes as they swivelled over to the pair arriving late. The lime-green orbs carried a smile."Oh, what's a few minutes? Get in here!"Relieved, but still a bit flustered, Amelie and Kii quickly placed their bags with the others' along the wall, then joined the crowd of young girls who'd spaced themselves out across the practise space. All eyes forward to watch, and attempt to copy, Yuzu's rapid execution of choreography written to match the song's up-tempo pace. There was a wide range in ability to do so among the class - dancing talent was after all just one thing Stardust's strict admissions process was selecting for."Just try to keep up with me for now, everyone! Do your best!" Yuzu lost neither a beat nor a breath as she addressed the class, her body effortlessly twisting itself from each pose into the next. Her arms and legs hadn't paused for even a second.She was a marvel to watch up the front in her simple black lycra, functional athleticwear made a fashion statement by the body it hugged to like a second skin. Her crop top left no guesses about the pleasing shape of her breasts, perky and though not incredibly large, plenty enough to put a young class of first-years to shame. Hints of nipple bumped out from the skintight fabric, suggesting the lack of a bra. Her lycra shorts only made it down to just above the knee, similarly form-fitting but apparently worn over some sort of pad at the crotch for modesty. All of it left her dancer's body on full display, trim and toned, stomach taut and leg muscles rippling with each hop, skip and jump.Even while she still caught her breath, Amelie felt the catchy song tug at her limbs. Yuzu's incredible dance begged to be join, and so the younger girl began to follow. Just arrived, she couldn't know which move would come next, but that didn't stop her. She boldly guessed whatever seemed like it could come next, until after a step forwards, she extended a slender arm forwards, while all the girls who'd already seen this part placed theirs on a poked-out hip. Amelie flushed, cheeks burning as she realised she'd caught the teacher's gaze."You've got spirit, Miss Pink!" Yuzu observed with a smile, prompting buruma-clad girls in all directions to turn and briefly check what she was doing. The little redhead gave a shy smile in return.When the music repeated, Amelie knew what was coming, or at least as much as she could remember. The choreography itself wasn't too difficult in an introductory first-year class, but keeping track of it all at this fast speed and making it look smooth was a whole different story. Amelie certainly had her flubs, as did everyone in the class at some point or another, but she was too focused to let her mistakes disturb her. The song had repeated again before she'd even realised, and then again, and again. The exertion was wearing on her, but the feeling she was improving drove her forwards, continuing to watch the attractive young woman up front and giving herself a little mental "congrats' each time she was ready for each upbeat."Some of you are still holding back!" chided their teacher. "If Aikatsu isn't fun, it isn't aikatsu!" Kii, still beside Amelie, was one of the shyer ones the comment was likely directed to. Dancing didn't look to be one of her strong suits."Find that happy place! The reason you're at Stardust!" suggested Yuzu, before her features formed suddenly into a cheeky, faux-malicious grin. "Because I'm not guiding any more! Hope you remember the routine! Keep it up!"With that the star idol began moving about the room, visiting each dancing girl in turn. Many eyes in the class followed her, watching nervously as she stopped to consider each student's dancing, only to deliver her advice with cheer and a genuine smile. The effect of nerves became apparent, some girls losing their composure or footing or rhythm when it was their turn for the one and only Yuzu Nikaidou to evaluate them. Amelie sure had a tummy full of butterflies by the time the radiant blonde had drawn near to her.No way I'm messing this up! she told herself. Such is my will, the will of an idol!Amelie continued to dance as she felt Yuzu's gaze settle upon her, every muscle not being used to glide her little body through its motions taut with nerves. Rather than just feeling the music, now she was consciously counting out each beat in her head, desperately focused on her timing. She'd somehow made it into Stardust, and now she was going to prove she belonged here!"Hey! Stooop!" called out Yuzu, and then suddenly the blonde's arms grabbed Amelie around her middle, catching the smaller girl out of the air mid-prance. Amelie let out a squeak of surprise, and then a second, smaller one when it sank in she was being touched by Yuzu Nikaidou. It was only after that did she realise she must have done something wrong, her throat tightening as frustration welled up inside her. Big green eyes turned to her instructor, holding back tears as she wondered what she'd done wrong."Do you feel that?" Yuzu questioned, pressing her hand into Amelie's tummy through her pink-ringed PE shirt. "You're wayyy too tense, Miss Pink! And what happened to that pretty smile of yours? Fans won't be going to your shows to watch you frown through every song!"Had she been frowning? Amelie had been so concentrated on doing everything perfect, the look on her face had never come to mind. "Sorry," she instinctively apologised."Sorry?" Yuzu laughed. "It's your first day! You'll learn how to dance in this class, but learning to enjoy it is on you!""R-right!" Amelie answered, now giving Yuzu her smile. The teacher met it for but a second, before she swayed off toward Kii. "Take a break, Miss Pink! You're clearly tired."That wasn't too bad! I really do need to work on my stamina though... Amelie thought to herself, stopping to rest but not happy that she had to. She was suddenly aware of the sweat beading at her forehead, gluing her PE shirt to the small of her back, under her arms and at her thighs. Her lungs burned as she panted for breath, only realising just now how caught up with dancing she'd been. How far she'd pushed herself.By the time Yuzu had returned to the front of the class, Amelie had recovered a little. Their blonde teacher moved to one side of the room, and then the music cut out with the press of a button. All the girls stopped, the room full of heaving chests and weary faces. "Isn't this fun?" Yuzu asked happily, earning herself a few groans. "Stamina is key for an idol. Don't neglect it!"Yuzu put on a second song, this one a little more amenable to slower dancing even if the tempo was still up there. A brief intro gave way to a soaring string melody and a rock beat, before quickly cutting to a stripped-back section with twinkly piano. Amelie found the melody captivating, its hopeful quality infusing her chest with warmth. The song spoke to her nervous excitement for what was to come in her burgeoning idol life, the anticipation of a runner at the Start Line.Their teacher was immediately dancing along to the song, midriff swinging smoothly from side to side as she moved from the audio controls back to the front of class. "Free dance time! Let your body show me what this song means to you!"A hand shot up. "Could we please get a short break?" asked a puffed-out girl, politely. Yuzu grinned, leaping at the student and covering a distance that felt almost superhuman to land right in front of her. She had her hands around the student's wrists in a flash, the girl blushing as her arms were tugged around to follow Yuzu's, forced to join the teacher in a shared dance along to the song."Just feel the beat!" Yuzu called out to the class, eyes still trained on her partner. One by one, Stardust's latest crop of first-years fell into dancing along to the music, each with her own interpretation. Some took the opportunity to rearrange themselves, a few pairing up to dance together. Raki came over to Amelie with a smile and resumed dancing beside her, and was it just her imagination, or were the other girls around her getting closer too?"Wanna practise synchronising?" Raki eventually raised her voice to ask over the music. "I'll copy you, and then we can swap!" Amelie smiled with a nod, as the music launched itself into a section with half-time rhythm. The red-haired newcomer took full advantage of the slower tempo, her arms outstretched at her sides before curling back in to accentuate her figure, while her hips glided through a slow, sensuous sway back and forth. Raki wasn't following, but Amelie was lost to the song, a soloing guitar surging up in pitch and volume as she dropped her hips most of the way to the polished wood floor. Hands playing over her form on the way back up."Uwaaaaah! Do something I can copy!" whined Raki good-naturedly, staring in awe. Then the song's up-tempo chorus returned, and Amelie gave the sandy-haired girl what she was asking for, using some steps Yuzu had just shown them. Raki stood facing Amelie, echoing her motions like a mirror. The pair's eyes met, and an electric tingle crawled up Amelie's spine. She'd never danced with someone else before, not like this, and it was exciting. Even sort of intimate. IF the look on Raki's flushed face was anything to go by, she felt much the same way."Okay, my turn!" Raki declared."Un!"Amelie watched Raki's dancing carefully, trying to pick up on every subtle little detail to how she moved. Her eyes scanned over the girl's sweaty body, noticing the way Raki added a cute tilt to her head when a move sent her arms went above it, noting the angles the girl favoured for pointing her feet and her hips.If only that was all Amelie noticed. Staring so intently at Raki from this close distance, though, it would have been difficult not to pick up on the way the hug of those snug, navy buruma bulged out a bit down between her friend's thighs. Revealing the curve of a pubescent, productive set of balls and hints of the tube of flesh that rested dormant atop them.Is that...? wondered Amelie, feeling her cheeks burn as she quickly flicked her eyes away. She tried to distract herself with dancing, thoughts of what she'd just seen prickling the back of her innocent mind as she emulated Raki's steps.
Raki has one too?
Dance class was over in what felt like a lot less than the alotted hour. While Yuzu pouted up the front about the class coming to a close, most of its students were panting with relief. Amelie certainly included, although the physical activity had done nothing to dull the twinkle in her big green eyes. For a few seconds she just stood there, basking in the lingering excitement of what she'd just done as she daydreamed. Imagined herself up on stage, dancing just like she'd practised here, but for a sea of fans, bringing them the happiness Mizuki brought her...One of the girls who'd moved past her to exit suddenly turned, beaming a smile at Amelie and Raki. "Nice dancing, you two!" she complimented them."Ahh, than-eeee?!" Amelie's reply was cut off by the feeling of a hand suddenly swatting itself against her bottom. Fingers curled around the curve of one bubbly cheek, lingering to give a single firm squeeze before retreating. Amelie whipped around to see the culprit, a girl with honeyed hair pulled into a red-streaked side ponytail that hung almost in front of a pretty face with eyes the same colour as her hair. Amelie didn't know what to say, reddening as she stared in disbelief at someone bold enough to just up and grope her."Such a cute butt!" the girl declared, warmly. "And you really know how to use it!""H-huh?" was all Amelie could come up with, mind reeling."I was behind you all lesson, and I know where I'll be next dance class!" With a leering smile, the girl pushed her way into the throng of leaving girls."What was that?" Amelie turned to ask Raki, still red-faced.Raki frowned, lips pouted. "Hirayama-san! You should report her!""Mmm..." Amelie looked to see Yuzu prancing around amidst the group of leaving girls, already by the door. Headmistress Orihime's words played in her mind. Even a hint of conflict, and you will be expelled. "No, it's okay.""Ehh? That's not okay!""Come on, let's go get dressed?"Raki gave a hesitant nod, and the pair went to retrieve their bags and catch up with the others.The changerooms were quite a bit smaller than the expansive rehearsal room they'd just been using, and could barely contain the whole class. Even with a few girls off using the restrooms, and Kii having left to go change in the dorms, the space was absolutely packed with hopeful idols and their nubile young bodies. Five small, lockable rooms with a shower and the space to change lined the opposite end of the room, all of them in use. Everyone else was left waiting for her own turn, although not all the girls had waited to undress. Many a sweaty PE top had already been ditched, a variety of bras bared to the world. A few girls had gone further, or perhaps hadn't been wearing one, the developing swells of their perky, pubescent breasts now freely on display.Conversation filled the air, and so did the scent of sweaty girls, concentrated now in this smaller space. There was an unfamiliar edge to the odour, something extra that was making Amelie's nose twitch.Upon seeing her enter, a girl immediately began walking over to her, shyly fiddling a bit with her hair as she closed the distance between them. "Ah excuse me, I had a question..." the girl began, blushing a little. "Are you wearing perfume? It's just, you smell really good."Before Amelie could answer, a second girl had sidled up to confirm for herself. "Whoa! The new girl smells incredible! Like a chocolate parfait!""Hashimoto-san," interjected Akari from a short distance away, supplying Amelie's name while shooting the subject of conversation a sympathetic look. "Chocolate, though? This morning she smelled like strawberries..."The girl who started the conversation's shyness became excitement. "Please, where did you buy it?"Finally, Amelie had her chance to speak, but no real answer to provide. "Ahh, you can call me Amelie. But, I'm not wearing any perfume...""Huh? No way!" A few other girls were curious at that point, a half-circle of bodies quickly forming around Amelie and Raki, some of them shirtless. Amelie suddenly felt her short stature, surrounded by girls all with at least half a head on her. Things were getting a little out of hand...At the other end of the changerooms though, a larger commotion was broken out. Gasps of surprise and the sound of raised voices rang out, quietening the girls around Amelie as everyone turned to see what was happening."Dance class was so fun! Haruka's excitement is up, up!"
"Haruka, put that away!"
"What are you doing?!"
"We don't need to see it!"
"They told us no doin' that in the showers!"The crowd of girls dispersed, everyone putting some distance between themselves and the offending girl. "Haruka" was revealed to be a girl of average height, with bright blue hair in twin buns and purple eyes ashine with excitement. She was wearing a star hairclip above her messy fringe, a playful grin... and absolutely nothing else. Her fit form with its visible hints of a dancer's muscles stood there on proud display, all the smooth, unblemished skin from top to toe.That might not be what the commotion was about, though. Haruka wasn't just naked, she had what was unmistakably a penis between her legs, and Haruka's excitement wasn't the only thing that was "up, up". The girl was erect, her member stiff and swollen with arousal that set it at right angles with her body.Amelie almost shrieked at the sight, clapping a petite hand over her mouth before the sound could completely escape. While her cheeks burst once more into flame, she heard the girls around gasp or giggle or burst into chatter. That was all, though. Perhaps it was just her, but weren't they taking this a little too casually?"Clothes are so uncomfy when it gets like this!" Haruka's loud voice countered the complaints of the crowd. "What's the big deal, anyway? Everyone's got one!""Perhaps so, but could you not go... relieve yourself in the bathrooms?" queried Sumire.Everyone's got one. Amelie's brain was still caught on those three words, the poor girl's tummy queasy and her head giddy even before she realised that the completely naked girl was now approaching her. Haruka pranced over confidently, the thing between her legs swaying back and forth as her hips did the same, her bare feet gliding over the tiled floor like she was still in dance class. Amelie could only stare in horror, her big green eyes wide and her feet rooted in place. Her mind was still racing.Everyone's got one? Haruka sure did, and she now knew Raki did as well. Sumire had agreed. Dickgirls were rare, weren't they? If it's everyone... but... is that why I'm the only one in pink?!That thought was enough to wake up her legs. She spun in a moment, but Raki's hand caught her shoulder before she could start to walk for the door. Raki stepped forward to meet Haruka, coming between them."Can't you see you're bothering her?" Raki asked, her usually sweet voice sharp-edged. "Go somewhere else!""Haruka just wanted to say hi to the new girl! Hi, new girl!""Just leave us alone, Haruka!" Raki demanded."What's the big idea?""That's the big idea!""Ehee~ You think it's big?""Argh, get lost!" Raki was almost shouting, angrier than Amelie could ever have imagined her."Sorry about her!" The sound of a new voice made Amelie glance back over her shoulder, only to see two girls who must be Haruka's friends rushing over to begin dragging her back towards the middle of the room. The bluenette protesting all the way."Haruka didn't do anything wrong!" she pouted. "My excitement's down, down!" The naked girl poked out her tongue, defiantly. "Buuuuuuu!""Buuuuu!" Raki met the rude gesture in kind, before turning to check on Amelie. "You okay, Ame-chan?"Amelie wasn't, but with the situation defused somewhat, she turned back to face her friend. "Th-thanks," was her reply. "What a first day...""Yeah... things are definitely crazier since you joined. Unlucky!""Really?" Raki just nodded, grabbing her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Amelie's eyes scanned around the room, seeking evidence for or against Haruka and Sumire's claim. Looking deliberately at hip height, no dance class to distract her, she was suddenly noticing that a whole lot of buruma in the room, the snugger pairs, were indeed bulged at the crotch area. Visibly straining around something, at least.Unease pooled in her stomach, her body suddenly feeling cold. The urge to leave reared up again, but Raki had her hand tightly gripped in her own. Could she really just excuse herself after her friend had stood up for her?"I guess things are pretty open here at Stardust," said Raki. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it!""Y-yeah!" Amelie infused what energy she could into the reply, trying to convince herself as much as she was Raki. She saw Akari start to walk over, the other girl offering a wave and a sympathetic look of her own."Are you okay, Amelie?"Amelie met the gaze of the pretty girl, the one who had come to this idol academy for the same reason she had. Because it was the only place she could truly achieve her dream. Akari was here to follow in Ichigo's footsteps, to eventually overcome her! And Amelie would do the same for Mizuki!
Who cares what the girls here have between their legs?! I'm not going to let it bother me one bit! Such is my will, the will of an idol!
The energy Amelie had been searching for before was now welling up within her. Filling her up to bursting, while a genuine smile spread rapidly over her adorable features. "Yeah! I'm okay!"Thankfully, things were less eventful after all that. Girls gradually emerged from the shower-rooms wearing their school uniforms, allowing the crowd still waiting to drift a few steps closer to their own turn. A few people over, a vigorous yet friendly argument about the romance pairings in a manga series began. Amelie also caught snippets of a candid conversation between two students about their "morning wood" issues, probably inspired by Haruka and her little show before.There were no more naked girls jumping out at her, nor anybody poking too far into her personal space. A few girls sent an occasional glance her way, and eventually some introduced themselves. Amelie was just happy to put some names to faces, and was finally beginning to calm down. It helped to think about how she was surrounded by the cream of the crop when it came to idol talent, everybody someone who'd survived the academy's strict audition process.All that time, Raki never released her hand. Their fingers remained linked up until most of the girls were gone, and the two latecomers were the only ones still waiting in their PE uniforms for a turn. When next the curtain to a shower slid open, Amelie insisted Raki take the available stall, expressing her thanks again for the help before. "Really? Lucky!" The taller girl offered a proud smile and a peace sign before she entered, pulling the curtain closed behind her.Then it was Amelie's turn. The little redhead was eager for a shower after a sweaty class and a bunch of girls sniffing at her, but as she removed her blazer and began unbuttoning her blouse, she couldn't help but feel strange. She could hear the girls still showering in stalls beside her, one humming along to the bouncy pop melody of Otome Arisugawa's latest smash hit as she bathed. Amelie couldn't help but consider the differences between that girl's naked body, and her own. That was why she felt so uncomfortable. She'd stayed with Raki to wait, but was it really okay for her to get undressed in here? What if someone came in?
Come on! The will of an idol...
Off went Amelie's sweaty gym clothes, and the smallest girl in class 1A stepped her bare little body into a stream of warm water. The showerhead's shaped like a star! she noticed happily, a singular ornamental detail in an otherwise purely functional shower space. The butterflies in her tummy refused to settle, though. She kept looking over her shoulder, paranoid someone might be peeking. Worried someone might see what was between her legs. Or what wasn't. There was no signs of anybody there though, no movement to the curtain that gave her privacy.Until there was. *Swish!* went the curtain, pulled all the way open all at once, heard over the running water. "Hyaaah?!" squealed Amelie, too surprised to make it a proper shriek. Her head whipped to the side, only to find the blue-haired troublemaker from before staring back at her with an impish grin. The girl had already showered and changed into her uniform, but left her hair down, its star clip conspiciously absent."Haruka-san?!" Amelie didn't wait around for an answer, quickly pointing herself towards the wall to protect her modesty. Ticklish tingles crawling up her spine as she thought about how her bare, bubbly bottom was on complete display to the dickgirl behind her."We didn't get to introduce ourselves before!" complained Haruka. "Can I join you?" Amelie heard her step inside, before even waiting for an answer.No you can't! thought Amelie, wincing as she heard Haruka step properly inside the room and close the curtain again behind her. What do I do?!"Ahh, umm, didn't you already shower?" Amelie tried."Un! I'll help you wash your back!""No, that's oka-" The redhead's voice cut out as she heard Haruka start to undress. She kept herself up against the wall, sparing a look over her shoulder. Just a glance was enough to confirm that Haruka had indeed removed her blazer, and started on her blouse. Amelie's head whipped back forwards, blushing right out to her ears. She remembered the girl's naked body all too well, flashes of that stiff, straining penis in her mind."You don't gotta be shy! Amelie-chan, right?" Haruka skipped right over any formalities to a friendly manner of address."Amelie Hashimoto...""Right! And I'm Haruka⭐Luka, the one and only!""But, why are y-?""Your dancing was so amazing! When Haruka saw you do a Special Appeal, at auditions, her excitement went up, up, up! So let's be friends!" The girl seemed genuine, and the compliment helped a little bit of pride push aside an equal bit of fear for Amelie. On the other hand, the sounds of undressing had continued. Before she knew it, Haruka had joined her under the shower, presumably now just as naked as little Amelie was."Relax!" Haruka had evidently picked up on her nervousness. "Lots of girls here shower together," Haruka continued. "And Haruka's a good girl." Amelie heard the sound of the soap dispenser being used, and then suddenly the bluenette's hands were on her shoulders. Soft, slender fingers dug gently into her bare skin, their touch somewhere between an application of body wash liquid and a massage. Admittedly it felt good, relaxing after an eventful morning and then that workout of a dance class."Nnh. That feels nice." Amelie basked in the slippery, silken caress of Haruka's soapy hands. "T-thanks." Their touch was so pleasant, she was almost forgetting to worry about them possibly touching somewhere they shouldn't."So how'd you learn how to do a Special Appeal?" asked Haruka, as her fingers slipped from shoulders to shoulder blades, still taking their time to really rub in that body wash in the best possible way."It's not like that, just... when I got up on stage, something came over me, and-""Uwaaaah, so you're just a natural?! And so pretty, too! Haruka's jealous!""Ehee," Amelie couldn't completely contain the happy giggle that bubbled up from within. "You're really pretty too though, Haruka-san. And so... confident!""You mean before? Sorry. Dance is just my favourite class, it gets Haruka allllll worked up!"Worked up? That's sure one way to put it! Amelie thought to herself, recalling again how a very naked, very erect Haruka had all but leapt at her. Now though, the girl was being nothing but sweet. Amelie even felt a little bad for having misjudged her."How come you came to Stardust a few days late?""Nnnnh," Amelie almost moaned in reply, as Haruka's very talented fingers slid down to her lower back and began working their magic, the tightness in her muscles soothed instantly. "Uhh, well to be honest, the school almost didn't let me in! They said they had to do some extra preparations.""Extra preparations? That's weird!" Haruka's fingers spidered outwards across Amelie's soft skin, caressing their way out to the slender girl's sides. "Want me to do your butt, too?""Ahh, that's okay! The rest I can wash myself.""Awwww, you sure? It's a real nice butt, though! So curvy... you're sexy, Amelie-chan!" Hearing that, Amelie froze up a second, but Haruka's hands thankfully pulled away. Now she just had to figure out how to complete the rest of a showering routine without turning around."Could you... get me some soap?" Amelie held out a skinny arm to her side, pushing it as far behind her as was comfortable."Sure!" There came the sound of the dispenser again, and then Amelie felt the gel-like substance running into her hand."Thanks!" She began with her breasts, soaping up the budding curves as she tried to think up an excuse to give herself some privacy. Haruka remained behind her, quiet, although she had used the soap dispenser once more. Was she washing herself again? Amelie could only wonder, as she moved on to washing her flat tummy. Next she bent forwards, as far as she dared with Haruka behind her, and began sliding her soapy hands up her legs. Then, between them, washing the smooth and silky little pussy that waited there. Still thankfully undiscovered by the dickgirl showering with her."Aren't you going to turn around? You're being a bit unfriendly, Amelie-chan!" said the pretty bluenette behind her, suddenly."Ahhh, sorry! It's not that, I'm just not really used to... showering together with somebody."Especially not anybody with a penis! Amelie silently completed the thought inside her head."You don't hate me, do you? For coming in here? Or getting naked outside?""Hate you?" Amelie had been very put off initially, yes. Haruka seemed nice though, if a little too relaxed about people's boundaries. Just clueless about why Amelie had to keep herself hidden against the wall like this, but that wasn't her fault! "No, nothing like that!""I'm so glad! Then, Haruka's going to give you a biiig hug!""Awha?!" Amelie squeaked in surprise, as she felt the sudden press of Haruka's naked body into hers from behind. Skin slid against soapy skin, Amelie conscious of the bluenette's small breasts against her back, and an ominous warmth down past Haruka's hips. The girl's face was right beside hers, turned to face her. "Haruka-san, t-this is-!""Too friendly?" the girl finished for her, right into her ear."A-ahhh, well..." The naked contact with a soft, cute girl, a fellow wannabe idol, was better than Amelie expected. Tingles danced through her bare body, enjoyable, if a little ticklish. Her head flushed with heat, as her heart beat so fast as to almost do the same for her chest through friction alone. This was too much for the poor little preteen, though. Too fast. "Y-yeah.""Aww, really?" Haruka sounded hurt. "Too bad." The girl's arms suddenly wrapped around Amelie's body from behind, meeting in front of her and locking their fingers together like a seat belt, just below Amelie's tummy. Amelie squeaked again, squirming in the grip of Haruka's arms as their hands touched her so intimately. Well aware of just how little distance those fingers would need to travel in order to discover her little secret. Muscles she didn't even know she had tensed up."Haruka-san?! Let me go!" Amelie's hands went right to those of her new "friend", trying desperately to pry them apart. Their grip around her proved too strong, and all she could do was writhe against the taller girl behind her. A mistake, she realised when Haruka delivered a low, ecstatic groan right into her ear. The bluenette had bent her legs, helping position the warm thing at her crotch to meet Amelie's soft, pillowy buttocks. Her squirming was bringing the girl pleasure, the sort of pleasure that now left something hot, and hard, pressing itself between her bubbly cheeks.Haruka's cock. There was no Raki to protect her from it this time, the girl a few stalls over and probably almost finishing up her shower, the loud spatter of hot water against tile drowning out any of the sounds that might have hinted as to what was happening to her friend."Something about you, Amelie-chan..." Haruka told Amelie, her face still right beside her. "Something makes Haruka's body feel all... hot. Mmnn..." Haruka suddenly kissed her face, the girl's soft lips grasping hungrily at the inflamed flesh of her cheek. Meanwhile, the dickgirl's hips began to grind into Amelie's, helping her now very stiff member slide back and forth along the crease of the redhead's ass. Amelie could feel its every overeager throb. "You make Haruka... not want to be a good girl anymore...""Stooop!" shrieked Amelie, finding her voice but not yet raising it to the point any others would notice. "I'll tell a teacher!" She said it without thinking, something to hopefully make the girl stop. Instead, realisation hit her, and she suddenly felt like she'd swallowed a cannonball. Whatever punishment might befall Haruka if she told on her, raising this amount of drama on her first day would certainly see her expelled. The Headmistress had been all too clear.The little redhead slackened, and Haruka noticed immediately, seizing on the sign of weakness. Amelie felt the hands around her tug her away from the wall, pulling her backwards and into the stream of warm water. Haruka's larger body still pushed at her from behind, forced her to bend forwards and present her bouncy little bum all the better. Her legs shook, and all she could do was brace herself against the wall to keep from toppling over, even as Haruka resumed happily humping at her.The unfairness of the situation, of her whole life, caught up with Amelie all at once. Why could nobody seem to control themselves around her? How could this be happening here, now, Haruka just waltzing right in to toy with her? Other girls but a few metres away, and yet she couldn't call out to them or risk her life's dream... on her first day? Why her? Tears dewed at the corners of her big green eyes, and her throat felt like she'd swallowed glue. Words wouldn't come out, only whimpers, as the girl she'd just begun to trust treated her like a sextoy."Nn, this body... Haruka's excitement is... well, you can feel it, can't you Amelie-chan?" Haruka asked rhetorically, voice husky with arousal. The girls' hands finally unlocked, but one stayed in place to keep Amelie against her, while the other reached for the soap dispenser. Then Amelie felt Haruka's fingers down at her bottom, brushing over one cheek as they used the fresh squirt of body wash to lube up the girthy shaft resting against it. If ever there was a time to try to escape, this was probably it, but all felt hopeless. What would she do, run out naked for everybody to see? "Nnh, Amelie-chan... even if you'll tell a teacher... Haruka's wanted this since she saw you at auditions!""Haruka-san... please!" Amelie barely managed to squeak, only for her meek protest to go completely ignored. Haruka had pushed her now-slickened cock back between the redhead's cheeks, and was vigorously pumping her hips. A loud gasp slipped from the bluenette's lips, the girl sounding surprised at just how good this felt. Evidently she was enjoying the hug of Amelie's supple bottom around her shaft, the slippery friction of smooth skin against her sensitive tip."Amelie-chan's ass... aannh! So small, but so curvy... your cheeks, nnh, squeezing Haruka... almost like a pussy!"Almost like? Amelie thought to herself. So she really hasn't realised, right? That I have a real one! Indeed, what Haruka and her stiff member so desired was just centimetres away, thankfully still undiscovered. As was now occurring to Amelie, the girl had made the natural assumption that a student at Stardust would have a penis. That was probably why Haruka hadn't tried touching her privates, despite so happily rubbing all over Amelie's intimate areas with hers.Unfortunately, Haruka found something else to touch. One hand was still at Amelie's waist, although now gripped possessively at her hipbone. The dickgirl's other hand, though, had slid its way up over Ameile's stomach and helped itself to a perky preteen breast. Eager fingers immediately showed their appreciation for the relative size of Amelie's chest with a rough, lingering squeeze. "Even your tits, Amelie-chan... aahhn... so big for a first-year!" Haruka's fingers dug forcibly into her yielding flesh a few more times, then took their turns flicking over her pretty pink nipple. Twinges of sensation raced through her young body, but Amelie found little pleasure in them, in the desperate bucking of Haruka's hips against hers, in any of this. The innocent twelve-year-old was utterly unready for her first proper introduction to a hard cock, and the sorts of things hard cocks forever wanted to do to pretty little things like her. The mere sensation of it throbbing against her skin was still making her queasy.Tears poured from Amelie's pretty green eyes, firmly squeezed shut. She'd not felt so completely at another's mercy for a long time, not since leaving home for the orphanage. Haruka must know she didn't want this. Could surely hear all her faint whimpers and whines of humiliation amidst the sounds of the star-fashioned showerhead's endless stream against the tiles and their naked bodies. That didn't seem to matter, the bluenette humping against her energetically without a care, both hands now greedily helping themselves to Amelie's budding breasts. They pawed at her less roughly than before, Haruka's soft fingers alternating squeezes with affectionate strokes in a talented, sensual dance. Only one of them was taking any pleasure from it, though."Nnnf!" Amelie exclaimed as Haruka's weight suddenly fell against her, her bracing hands against the wall the only reason she remained standing as the horny dickgirl's body smothered into her from behind. She could feel a pair of nipples stiff with arousal, poking into her shivery form. Once again, the girl's voice was right in her ear, as Haruka finally tired of molesting her chest and took a firm grip of Amelie's skinny hips in both hands. Their fingers dug at her flesh, pulled her back to meet the rapidly accelerating pace of the bluenette's hungry thrusting. She let it happen. Risking a scuffle meant risking Haruka noticing something much better than a bubbly pair of bumcheeks to enjoy."Mmngh... Amelie-chan's so talented..." Haruka's voice, although coloured with perversion, remained saccharine. "Haruka knew-ngh, knew her tight idol pussy would... be suuuper duper talented too!" The girl was clearly lost completely to her fantasies, panting heavily into Amelie's ear between all her excited declarations of how good this felt. She had found what worked for her now, how best to enjoy the soap-slickened groove of Amelie's rear end that she'd claimed as a proxy pussy for her personal use. The swollen tip of her shaft throbbed into Amelie's back, drooling out precum barely noticed while water still ran down over them. Instead it was Haruka's shaft enjoying the squeeze of those plump yet perky cheeks, the bluenette pounding away "deeply" enough to have her need-heavy balls thud repeatedly against Amelie's small body.Haruka rutted her for minutes, although Amelie had little sense of how time might be passing. She could only hope this would be over soon, staying firm against the wall as she resigned to letting this boisterous student have her way with her. Admitting defeat barely made things any easier. Each retreat of Haruka's hips after another greedy pump might be the one where the dickgirl decided to aim her next thrust lower. Each horny moan into her ear was another reminder of what the bluenette really thought about her. The happy swell of emotion in her chest when Haruka had been rubbing her back had long since become a pit of despair in her stomach, and now her head felt like it had caught fire, and her skin crawled wherever her fellow student touched. Was the girl going to shoot stuff out of the big, heavy thing grinding into her? That's what happened when they felt good, wasn't it?Amelie's sexual knowledge might have been limited, but she was utterly right about what was about to happen to her."Mmhmm, squeezing me like that... at least Amelie-chan's body is friendly!" Haruka had been mumbling all kinds of things to her, but now Amelie could tell something was different. The girl's breathing had intensified, her contented groans of arousal growing in volume until Amelie wondered if Raki might be able to hear them. If she could, she didn't come running, and the poor little redhead remained at Haruka's mercy. "Amelie-chan's so, ngh, fuckable! Little tease! Haruka's gonna, hngh, fill you up good!" The bluenette's sweet voice made for a strange combination with such dirty words, but Amelie hardly noticed that. All she could think of was the heave of Haruka's chest against her back, and the violent throbs of need coming from the thing stuffed between her bumcheeks. "Haruka's excitement is, nnh... is...!"With that, Haruka finally exploded, teeth sinking into her lip to quieten the cry of bliss that left her mouth. Amelie felt it immediately, something hot splattering against her back and left clinging to her pristine skin. Her young mind raced as it tried to process the new sensation, and while it did Haruka pulled away from her, a hand releasing one hip. Amelie couldn't see, didn't even try to look back to watch as the bigger girl used the now free hand to rapidly jerk herself off. It kept her penis aimed to paint Amelie's perfect little butt with all the hot seed it had earned for herself, the bluenette letting out a giggle of delighted surprise as so, so much thick dickgirl nut coated the redhead's bubbled curves.The taller girl's other hand left Amelie's hip, and the redhead's shaky legs immediately lost their balance. Her shins and her already skinned knees collided terribly with the hard tile floor when she collapsed, painfully catching her fall. Just in time for Haruka to unleash a final two massive spurts of steamy, sticky semen into her hair. "Wooooow! Haruka never cums this much!" observed the girl happily, while a sobbing Amelie sat down on her legs, and bent forwards to try to curl herself into a ball. She felt dirty, humiliated. Powerless despite all her supposed natural idol talent. Still stained with the physical evidence that here in the Stardust changerooms, she was apparently just a plaything to be sexually enjoyed."Uhhh, Amelie-chan?" Haruka eventually asked, arousal finally gone from her voice. "Haruka didn't... you just made her excitement go up, up so high, and... s-sorry? I'm sorry, okay? Please don't tell a teacher!" With that, Amelie heard the girl retreat, and hastily begin drying and dressing herself. The pretty bluenette was gone before Amelie even found it in herself to move, and when she did, it was only to begin dejectedly trying to wash off the sticky aftermath of what had just happened. The feeling of having been used felt like it would never wash away. Even the stuff in her hair proved surprisingly stubborn.She remained there on the floor, long after any reasonable shower would have ended. Stardust Academy had been her dream, the one little piece of hope to cling to when it felt like there was nothing else. Now, it felt more like a nightmare. Like the water endlessly beating down on her nude form was somehow symbolic of all the pressures that awaited her if she stayed. All the extra, sometimes-uncomfortable attention from the other students. A girl had groped her bottom, would she have done the same as Haruka, given the opportunity? Worse? Even her closest friend here was sometimes a bit too friendly.And they all had a penis, while she only had a pink uniform. Something to tell her she wasn't like all the others, the girls she'd forever longed to share her idol journey with. A thought crept into her mind, and it hurt as much as Haruka's callous disregard of her boundaries had done mere minutes ago. Fresh tears joined the droplets of water falling from above.
Maybe... maybe I don't belong here.

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“Ame-chan, you’re still showering? Is everything alright?”It was Raki’s voice, calling to Amelie from the other side of the shower’s privacy curtain. The distraught redhead barely heard it, lost inside her head, and in the loud drone of the hot water as it continued to spatter against her naked body. She’d been sitting on the floor for minutes since Haruka left, had barely found the will to reach up for the soap she’d used two more times to try to wash away the lingering sensation of… well, Haruka’s thing against her skin. All the thick, sticky stuff that had shot out of it.“What is it? If you’re not coming out, Ame-chan, then I’m coming in!”It sounded like a friendly joke, but Amelie couldn’t be sure, especially after what just happened. The last thing she wanted or needed was another girl barging on in.“Just a second!” She could hear how shaky her own voice sounded. Her legs fared no better when she stood, even with only the slight weight of her petite body to support.“Okay!” She could hear the relief in Raki’s voice. Not wanting to make the girl worry any further, she pushed herself to turn off the star-shaped showerhead, and hurriedly began drying herself. She all but threw on her uniform, and now its pretty pink colour made her feel sick. The girl that emerged from her shower was a mere shadow of the one who entered.Raki noticed immediately. “Huh? What’s wrong? The thing with Haruka-san?”Amelie startled immediately, before realising that Raki must be talking about the bluenette’s little show in front of everybody before. “Ahh, y-yeah…” Technically, it wasn’t even a lie.“I knew it!” Raki pouted angrily, a face that didn’t match her cutesy features, but in a way only made her look all the more adorable for it. “Well if she gets in your face again, I’ll tell her what’s what again!” The girl raised a fist and made a pose like she was in some shounen anime, beaming when she saw she’d earned herself a weak smile from her friend. She relaxed, and walked over to a basin and mirror, plenty available now all the other students had already gone off to lunch, or wherever else. “I can wait while you do your hair.”“Oh. It’s okay. Let’s go?”“Really, Ame-chan? I don’t wanna be mean, but it’s a bit messy…”“It’s fine!” Amelie replied a little too quickly.“At least let me brush it?”Amelie relented, and Raki happily commenced a short bit of fussing over her, the gentle brush of the brush’s spokes over her scalp admittedly pleasant. The young girl’s mind was elsewhere, though, now inescapably conscious of just how different she and Raki were, at least in one regard. Were all the idols at Stardust really this way? Even the superstars? Ichigo… Mizuki?!“Ame-chan… Ame-chan! Hellooooooo!”Amelie realised she’d been lost in thought, snapping out of her thoughts to find Raki’s face right in front of hers, leaning around from where she stood beside her, practically within kissing distance. Even despite the girl’s apparent want for a response, her eyes sparkled with excitement, pretty like a pair of honey-glazed cherries.“Iyaaah!” Amelie shot backwards like she’d been burned, hurriedly putting some distance between them. She was shivery all over, unprepared to have another girl so close to her so soon.“Huh? I was just asking what you thought lunch would be!”“Too close, Raki-chan!”“Oh! Sorry… even after a shower, you just smell so good, Ame-chan!”Amelie felt a little bad. Raki hadn’t really done anything wrong, right? “Thanks for doing my hair,” she offered, apologetically.“My pleasure!”With that, the two walked off back to the dormitory building, one girl much cheerier than the other.As good as her food was, Amelie could hardly taste it. She wasn’t even too excited by the fact that the table next to where she and Raki were sitting was chock full of future idol superstars, all fresh into their second year. There was singing sensation Yume Nijino, a chatty blonde whose twintails faded into a fetching pink, smiling and prattling away about plans for Rainbow Berry Parfait, the clothing brand she shared with the purple-haired girl sitting next to her — Koharu Nakamura, a girl whose designs were already being profiled in popular magazines. Across from Yume sat Mahiru Kasumi, a model whose perfect poise and air of zen-like calm was somehow turning the act of eating lunch into a thing of refined beauty. Amelie recognised all of them.She also recognised the fourth girl sitting with them. It was the strangely hostile girl who’d shown her around the school earlier that morning, Ako Saotome. The breakout actress with her ginger hair fashioned oh-so-neatly into a bow was currently shooting a lot of sour pouts in her direction.“Does she know you?” Raki hissed, having noticed all the stares. Amelie nodded.“She showed me around this morning. But when she showed me my room, she… got mad.”“What? Why?”Amelie could remember it all clearly. Ako basically on top of her, their bodies perilously close as those aquamarine eyes stared so fiercely at her thighs. A girl in a blue Stardust uniform. Amelie now had a good idea what that meant.“I think she was jealous of my room?” Amelie suggested, keeping her own voice low as she tried to shrug off the memories. “I don’t think it was the normal one.”“Why, is it special? Actually, do you know who you’re rooming with yet?”All of a sudden, the redhead at the table beside them stood up, hands on her hips. “If you two first-years must insist on whispering about me, you could please do so at another table!”Raki went as red as her eyes, bolting up straight in her chair. Amelie could feel her own cheeks heating up, too.“Ako-chan, kawaii!” commented Koharu with a smile, while Mahiru shook her head with a look of exasperation. Yume gave a giggle, and turned herself in her seat to face the two girls at the table beside her.“Don’t worry about her. Ako-chan’s just like that sometimes. Oh, I’m Yume Nijino!”“Raki Kiseki. Please treat me kindly!”“Amelie Hashimoto. Pleased to meet you!” Dour mood or not, it was hard not to fangirl a little to have Yume Nijino sitting a table over. The girl was already getting TV specials and radio spots and everything.“Yeah, Ako-chan’s been going on about the ‘girl in pink’ all morning,” Yume told Amelie with the quickest of winks.“I simply said that student council needs to be made informed of any violations of standard policy, especially those that might be perceived by other students as unfa-”“Multiple times.” Mahiru interrupted, rolling her eyes.Yume suddenly extended a hand to Amelie, reaching across the gap between their tables. Amelie’s green eyes widened, unsure what was happening. “Nijino-senpai?” she queried.“Take my hand,” the blonde gently suggested. Cautiously, Amelie’s hand moved towards the offered palm, almost of its own accord. Yume quickly moved to capture it, interlocking their fingers and giving a tight squeeze. “Hey. You can do it.”“H-huh?” .Yume remained quiet, her golden-brown gaze suddenly serious. She only spoke again after a considerable pause, perhaps to gather her thoughts. Or to create a bit of dramatic effect. “Do you know what happened, when I auditioned?” the girl asked.Amelie tried to think back across all the many interviews with Yume she’d seen or read. Nothing came to mind, and she was forced to shake her head.“I don’t usually tell people this, but…” The squeeze of the girl’s hand became firmer. “Something came over me. Apparently, I gave a performance way beyond my abilities. Then I fainted right there on stage and forgot it all.”Amelie’s eyes grew bigger, her soft pink lips parting from one another with the start of a surprised gasp.“So, I didn’t have an easy start at Stardust either,” Yume continued. “But a girl who unleashed a Special Appeal at her audition? Whatever’s got her looking so down on her first day, I know she’s going to get through it!”Their hands separated, but the electric feeling of being touched by such a talented idol lingered on Amelie’s skin, and her heart hadn’t stopped racing inside her chest. The clouds hanging over her mind… well they hadn’t cleared, but it was as if the sun had found a spot to peek on through them.“Thank you!” Amelie answered, her pretty features breaking into a smile she couldn’t have stopped if she tried. “You’re right! Someday I’ll be just as good an idol as you, Nijino-senpai! Such is my will, the will of an idol!”“I’ll look forward to it!”“J-just keep your whispering to yourselves!” Ako called over huffily, making sure she got the last word before sitting back down with a dramatic “hmmph!” to herself.The afternoon’s class was music theory, and Amelie went in bright-eyed and ready to learn. No matter what had happened in the showers, she wasn’t willing to let Yume down! She was going to keep chasing her dreams at Stardust Academy with all her heart… and maybe a bit more caution about her fellow students.Amelie knew the basics of reading and writing music, had taught herself just enough to sing along with the melodies she would copy onto hand-drawn staves from sheet music videos online. Music theory, though, was a whole different matter. She was pretty much starting from scratch, but thankfully so was the class. The teacher was maybe a little monotone, but a font of information, unfamiliar terms thrown around with daunting frequency. Apparently, even the most simple of concepts had fancy names for her to hastily jot down into her notebook, and try to sear into her pretty head.Having Akari and Raki flanking her did make it easier not to get bored, and if anything, this time Akari seemed to be the distracted one. It was hard not to notice the way she’d begun fidgeting, chewing on the end of her pen and giving quiet, though frequent, sighs of frustration. Was she struggling with the lesson?It was a different student, however, who was having the most problems with the class..“How long’s this going to continue?” a loud voice suddenly demanded from behind them, interrupting the teacher. The girls’ heads whipped around, to see Laura standing up, her arms folded in front of her chest and a sour look on her attractive features. Her blue eyes beamed a look of disgust right at her superior. “Are we really pretending every student in this class shouldn’t already know all this?”The room burst into surprised gasps, countless sets of widened student eyes now turned back to the teacher to see her reaction. A few girls were already whispering about the comment’s unfairness.“Laura Sakuraba! I think we said that last time was the final disruption that would be tolerated from you in this class!” their dark-haired teacher fired back, sternly.“You don’t have to worry about that! Just let me know when we’re going to start actually learning anything!” Laura grabbed her things, and began to stride on down to the front of the class amidst a chorus of more gasps and chatter. She kept her head held high and her icy gaze forwards, not acknowledging the teacher, nor all the wide-eyed looks she was getting from the rest of the room. A few more swishes of her short skirt about her thighs later, she was out the door.Amelie watched her classmate leave with dismay, scarcely able to believe Laura had ignored all the teacher’s demands to “stop right there!”. Then she turned to Raki, who offered her a sympathetic smile and a nod that said yep, she’s really like that. The redhead sighed. This was who she was paired with for her first live performance assessment?Well, better standoffish than *too* friendly, Amelie told herself. It would be hard for anyone at Stardust to top Haruka… or at least so the innocent little foreigner thought.“Well!” The teacher grabbed back everyone’s attention. “With our resident troublemaker out of the way, shall we continue?” Amelie gave an eager nod, and it was back to learning about the names of all the different musical intervals.Amelie and Raki walked out of Stardust’s main building together, Akari having excused herself at the end of a long lesson of the technical details of music with a “Keep in touch!” The two girls were greeted by a cloudless blue sky and a pleasant breeze, the afternoon beckoning them out into the sunlight. No sooner than Amelie had taken three steps down the building’s steps, however, a voice called out to her. A voice still fresh in her memory from the class that had just finished.“Partner. You’re coming with me.” It was Laura, the pinkette leaning up against the building’s wall, standing with one boot-clad foot halfway up it. A pose that only drew more attention to the shapely thigh that poked out the bottom of her short skirt. All the girls here, even the troublemakers, were so pretty.“Huh?! I was going to show Amelie-chan my favourite spots around the grounds!“Amelie’s head swung back around to Raki, who was wearing that pouty, protective look of hers again. The redhead found herself stuck between the two girls, unsure of what to say.“That’s what you wanna do, right Ame-chan?” Raki prompted.“Do that in your own time. I need to know what I’m working with,” Laura interjected, bluntly.“Give Amelie-chan a break on her first day!” Raki countered, pointing herself right in Laura’s direction and planting her hands on her hips. Both girls were frowning now.Amelie was frowning, too. She didn’t want to disappoint either girl, but there didn’t seem to be any easy way to satisfy both of them. “Ahhh…” Two sets of eyes, honey and blue, now turned all their focus upon her. Her classmates waiting expectantly for an answer. “Umm…” The pretty redhead didn’t have an answer to give, her own gaze wavering between both girls, trying to study their faces as if she might find a way out written on one of them.Instead, she just had to choose the path of least resistance. Raki was her friend, but Laura… well who knew what she was capable of!“Sorry, Raki-chan. I’m a few days behind everyone, so I think I really should start practicising…” She’d chosen Laura, but turned to Raki, watching the girl’s face for any sort of reaction. She hardly had to watch very closely, Raki’s disappointment obvious on her cute features. Mouth corners turned downwards, lips parted slightly in surprise, and eyes narrowed. Amelie winced, internally. It was exactly what she’d hoped to avoid.Then Raki’s face brightened as quickly as it’d darkened. “See you for dinner then, Ame-chan?”Amelie leapt on the chance for a painless resolution before she could even stop to consider how clingy she thought was too clingy. “Sounds good! Ahh, I’ll see you then!”Laura pushed herself off of the wall, walking over to the girls with maybe just the faintest hints of a self-satisfied smirk peeking through her cold demeanour. “Well at least you have work ethic, new girl.”“I have the will of an idol!” Amelie replied, instantly deflecting the jab. She was still full of energy, actually excited to work on her first proper, practised performance here at Stardust Academy. Even if she had landed with the prickliest partner in her whole year level.“Hmmh. We’ll see.” Laura gave a wave of her hand before leading the way off back towards the dormitory building, the pinkette summoning the smaller girl to follow. Amelie did.“Be nice to her, okay?” Raki called out, fixing Laura’s back with another pout.Laura had booked out one of the private spaces on the bottom floor of the dormitory building for practise. Amelie was expecting a small, nondescript space, but instead what awaited her pretty emerald eyes sent them wide. “Oh!” Her head twisted this way and that, her twintails swinging around as she took in all the various wonders the room had on offer. She could hardly believe it was a room students would be allowed to book for themselves!It was about four times the size she was expecting. Pristine wooden flooring, and surprisingly dark-coloured walls in an inky navy that suited the night sky theme they conveyed with a mural of brightly-coloured stars and music notes. The mural stretched around the whole room, except for the corner dedicated to dance practice where the walls were mirrored. Another corner appeared to be dedicated to relaxation and study, a few large beanbags on the floor beside a few small desks ready for a student to sit and work at. The third corner, where they were entering, offered what was almost a kitchenette up against one wall, a water dispenser, teabags, various mugs and glasses awaiting use and a sink provided for washing up.The room’s final corner was flush with musical equipment, a mini studio that to Amelie at least looked like it was ready to record the hit debut album of Stardust Academy’s next rising star. There were microphones, a computer and mixing board, and a full-size keyboard. Laura walked immediately over to the last item, sitting herself down in its seat and powering it on. “Come here. Hashimoto-san, right?”“Ahh, yeah!” Drawn over by the sheer force in Laura’s words, Amelie came to Laura’s side. She realised she hadn’t really formally met Laura, despite all the drama the pinkette had caused in a day. “Nice to meet you Sakuraba-san.”Laura ignored her, and played a C major chord on the keyboard. Then a run up the major scale from C to G, and back. “Sing that.”“Wha- you mean it? Now?” Amelie had done a grand total of zero singing exercises in her life. Any and all idol talent she had came from singing and dancing along to her favourite songs, the songs that had saved her life. Here though, there was no music to get wrapped up in. Just a girl who’d swivelled to sit sideways in her chair and face her, staring her down with judgmental blue eyes. Amelie found herself wracked with nerves, at least as bad as when she’d stepped out onto stage for her audition.Quite soon, that judgmental look became a scowl. “Are you wasting my time, Hashimoto-san? Do you think this is beneath you?”“No! It’s just…” Amelie tried to mentally shoo away the butterflies in her stomach. She’d done it on stage. She could do it now. All she’d been through to get to this point would not be for nothing.“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!” Amelie sang out each pitch in turn, as best she could. Right away, she could hear her own nerves, the F was a bit sharp on the way down. Laura made no comment. Instead, the pink-haired girl swung back around to face the piano, and played a C sharp major chord, and then the first five notes of its scale. Heart thumping and cheeks starting to flush, Amelie did her best to follow.Up to D. D sharp. Amelie was starting to get the hang of it, the singing ability she’d honed for years of her young life starting to come out for real. Laura looked over at her, and was that a bit of a smile playing on the girl’s lips? Amelie let her voice ring out louder, its sweet tones sounding out E major, F, F sharp. Laura just kept on going, driving her higher and higher, faster and faster. The young redhead could hit some pretty high notes just fine, but there wasn’t any time to breathe. By the time they’d gone up the octave, the poor girl’s lungs were burning, and her pitch began to falter.Eventually, Amelie’s voice wavered by a whole semitone, and that caused Laura to stop. The redhead was left to gasp for air, desperately drinking in lungfuls even while her cheeks pinkened, and she offered Laura an apologetic look for the wrong note. The pinkette met it with a stern look, Amelie bracing herself internally for the girl’s inevitable comment. She’d seen how she acted in class.“Not bad!” Laura told her, with a smirk. “But you need to work on your stamina if you’ll be sharing the stage with me!”“Ah, right! I will!”“You’d better.” Despite words that could be taken as a warning, Laura was still grinning. “Come on, let’s choose the song we’ll sing.”Laura had already prepared a shortlist, it turned out. As the two girls sat beside each other in two of the study chairs pulled together, a pair of earbuds shared between them to save figuring out the recording and playback equipment, Amelie discovered that their tastes in music differed severely. Only about half the songs that Laura played her could even really be considered idol music, and that would have been being charitable. All of them featured electric guitars and active drums, though. Dutifully, Amelie sat through every thirty-ish second sample of rock music, before Laura hit next track and another began. “Tell me your favourites at the end,”; Laura had said, and then about ten minutes were lost to what must have been a double-album’s worth of different tracks.Probably. By the end, some of the songs had definitely started to swirl together in Amelie’s brain. Laura, though, seemed to have a great time sharing her music. Her blue eyes had lit up every time a new song got going, with very frequent glances cast in Amelie’s direction to see how the girl behind her was reacting. Of course, the little redhead was oblivious to the fact that it wasn’t just the joy of sharing her favourite songs that had Laura struggling to keep her eyes off of her. The pinkette made no comment on her scent, but that didn’t mean she was anywhere close to immune to it.“So? Favourites?” demanded Laura, bluntly.“Aaaah, ummm. Actually…” Amelie found it a little hard to imagine herself singing any of the songs she’d just heard. The vocals were so powerful, the melodies not following the patterns she was used to from music like Mizuki’s. “Do you have anything that’s… more pop? I’m sure we could still find something with that rock sound!”Laura glared at Amelie. Her face looked almost betrayed, making the smaller girl instantly regret speaking up. Even this mild bit of pushback had been bold for her to voice, and look where it had gotten her. “Forget it. I’ll be choosing our song myself,” Laura declared, as she stood up abruptly from her chair. “You just focus on your singing, and especially your stamina!”Amelie’s eyes widened. “Sorry! I didn’t mean-”“I didn’t choose you as my partner.”She looked up at Laura, a plea for forgiveness in her green eyes. “Sakuraba-san, please-”“You can forget your attempts to charm me, Hashimoto-san. Cute as you may be, it won’t make up for your deficiencies as an idol.”Amelie was stunned, completely dismayed at being misunderstood. That wasn’t what she’d been doing at all, yet here was Laura glaring down at her for doing it. The taller girl was even sort of panting. Was she really that mad?“Just know, I’m not letting you or anyone hold me back!” With that, Laura stormed quickly from the room, before Amelie could notice how flushed her cheeks were. Before the unexplained warmth of her body, concentrated down between her legs, could make itself visible.Amelie watched her go, still sort of dazed. In the end, Raki still got to give her some of her tour, before dinner.Dinner was another opportunity to marvel at the sheer amount of talent that Stardust crammed into one place. Just gazing around the sea of faces, it was hard for Amelie not to pick out a few she recognised from her magazines or the television. Being at Stardust really was so exciting! There was no pep talk from a rising star one table over this time, though. Just Raki on one side of her, and on the other side, another first-year who’d come over to sit with them and ask about Laura.“Hashimoto-san, can you be my dinner?” The food here continued to be amazing, or at least Amelie sure thought so. Not that it had stopped the brunette beside her from sniffing more at her than at her big plate of food! She didn’t have the heart to tell the girl she was uncomfortable. Instead, she just excused herself to her room when she was done.Ako, Kii, Haruka, Yume, Laura. Raki. It had been a big day, and now she really needed some alone time to recharge. Or, so she thought. What the girl really needed to recharge was some sleep, the pretty young thing completely zonked out just about the second she threw herself into bed for a little lie down.“Little” being the key word, she couldn’t get Laura’s comments about her stamina out of her head. If she wanted to prove her wrong, wanted to show she could keep up… she would have to start soon.The air outside was chilly, something not remedied by the rather thin gym uniform Amelie wore. She could feel goosebumps forming underneath her pink-ringed shirt. And her legs weren’t faring much better, lacking any cover below the tight-fitting bloomers that accompanied her loose top. None of that mattered, though. She was here to jog, to work on the stamina that multiple girls had called out as her weakpoint. The exercise would just have to suffice to warm her up.Even at this early hour, a calming ambiance hung over the empty school grounds. Only a sparse number of street lights dotted the academy’s paved paths, but the full moon above provided ample illumination for Amelie to keep up her pace.It wasn’t like she had much of a choice if she wanted to be taken seriously. Only by giving her all could she even hope to compete with Laura, with her classmates. It was crystal clear to Amelie. When it came to stamina for their idol activities, everyone else attending Stardust seemed to have an advantage over her, something almost innate, biological. An advantage someone with the will of an idol could surely overcome!So here she was, out at a ridiculously early hour, jogging as long and as fast as her little legs could carry her. The sound of her running shoes tapping against the tiles the only noise disturbing the peaceful silence. She ran until her lungs burned, until the muscles in her calves and thighs tensed in protest.…until she spotted a peculiar silhouette looming ahead of her on the path.Still panting heavily, Amelie came to a standstill a few steps away from the unexpected figure. It was a girl clad in a long cloak of black and crimson, her hand raised towards the moon as if attempting to pluck it from the sky.The cape, the platinum-blonde hair fashioned in a pair of stylish twin drills. Bright green eyes not unlike her own in hue. Although her still-groggy brain couldn’t immediately recall her name, Amelie recognised the girl from among the extensive idol-catalogue in her head. A third year, and an immensely popular one at that! She could scarcely believe it, she still felt like the luckiest girl alive to be here and come face-to-face with so many of Stardust’s living legends.“A wonderful night, wouldn’t you agree?” The girl before her suddenly inquired “On such moonlit nights, my body throbs, yearning for blood.” These lines, spoken in such a startlingly deep voice, would inspire fear in many a young girl. Amelie, though, was completely entranced, her heart racing in her chest. She remembered the girl’s name now, this could be none other than Yurika Tōdō. A beloved songstress so steeped in gothic lolita fashion, and so true to her persona as a vampire, that some of her fans believed her to be an actual denizen of the dark.“It really is, so beautiful…” Amelie wholeheartedly agreed as she gazed up towards the moon herself. The limited light of the vast school grounds and the surrounding forest made it stand out that much more, shining brightly above them. “I can’t help but feel her,” she continued, one hand over her heart. “Surely, Mizuki must have watched this same moon, from this very same spot.”Amelie was of course impressed with Yurika’s method-acting. The passion and sincerity of it was stirring at the young redhead’s heartstrings more than a little. In the end, though, an experience like this naturally tied back to the girl who was her inspiration, her reason for ever stepping foot on these grounds in the first place. The moon was her symbol, after all.“Ah! Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Amelie woke herself from her own musings when a stray thought crossed her mind; Wasn’t making all of this about Mizuki awfully impolite?“...Finally. I have found you” Yurika’s response to her tangent was not at all what Amelie expected. The twin-drilled girl seemed to float across the ground as she drew closer, her cape fluttering elegantly behind her. “One who delights in the beauty of the night as much as I.”Before Amelie could react they were toe to toe, a dainty hand reaching for her face, the soft skin of it cupping her cheek. Yurika’s eyes bored into her own, the teal orbs so bright they were almost glowing.“Do you wish to have Yurika-sama suck your blood?” Amelie was aware of Yurika’s catchphrase, and yet, this situation still caught her by surprise. “As a vampire, you could relish nights such as this one in perpetuity.” A shiver ran down her spine as the slightly older girl leaned in, and her warm breath blew across her neck. As her arm was slung around her slender waist.She tried her best to calm herself. An act, this was an act. Surely many girls had found themselves in this same position.
Sniff Sniff
Amelie’s attempts to reassure herself faltered when she heard that frighteningly familiar sound, the sudden intake of air through the nose. They shattered completely when Yurika’s free hand settled at and pushed down upon her shoulder, while one of the girl’s legs slid between her own. Before she knew it, she’d been pushed over, falling backwards into the cold, dew-covered surface of the freshly cut grass behind her.“O-ow! Yurika-sama?!” the perturbed redhead exclaimed as she caught herself on her elbows. Panic laced her voice even as she tried to keep calm. Surely she was overreacting! The shock from the events with Haruka must still be clouding her judgement. There was no way a popular, public icon of the idol industry, one as famous as Yurika would have that sort of interest in an upstart, a plain girl like her!“Your scent is distracting… like fresh-cooked g-” Yurika paused, a slight tinge of red on her cheeks as if she were about to reveal something truly scandalous. “The scent of a virginal maiden.” Yurika’s words would have unnerved the first-year even without the reference to her virginity. With it, her anxiety was only heightened.Anxious or not, though, Amelie couldn’t move. The best she could do was squirm, as Yurika gripped her wrists and pinned them into the carpet of damp grass below her, and wedged herself further between her thighs. Skin pressed against unblemished skin, before blending into the silky texture of Yurika’s white thigh-high stockings. Amelie tried her best not to imagine Yurika’s goal. But whatever it was, she had clearly deemed it worth sullying her pristine socks in undignified grass stains.Once more they locked eyes. Amelie’s glittering like emeralds, terrified as they watched the young woman drink in the sight of the helpless, younger student below her. Yurika’s breathing was shallow, almost like a beast’s, while a deepening blush coloured her admittedly lovely face. Her lips were parted, revealing a gleaming set of fangs.“Surrender to me. In exchange for a feast this lovely, I shall grant you eternity.” Amelie would have been impressed with Yurika’s dedication to her role, were she not utterly petrified.Then, things became so much worse. “H-hahhh…” A soft, uncharacteristically erotic moan left Yurika’s glossy lips. For just a brief moment amidst their writhing on the ground, the tent forming in Yurika’s skirt had come into contact with the soft, yielding mound within Amelie’s buruma. Whether intentionally or not, Yurika had found her bulge nestling against a distinct lack of one, Amelie’s P.E. outfit unable to keep the hints of the soft, puffy folds of her slit away from her.Almost immediately, Yurika jerked her hips away as if she’d just been burnt. Her upper body followed suit, as she sought out a better view of what had caused the unexpectedly pleasant sensation. The look of disbelief and shock in Yurika’s eyes morphing within moments to one of predatory hunger that amplified the young redhead’s alarm.“Y-Yurika-sama!?” This had to stop, the performance had gone far enough! “Isn’t this where you release me and laugh as I scurry away?” It didn’t matter if she was the only student at Stardust with a vagina, surely that alone wasn’t enough to drive a potential top idol like Yurika to commit an act as vile as rape! Amelie refused to believe it. Didn’t want to believe it!Her faith in her fellow idols was rewarded with a sudden sting of pain. Weary of Amelie’s protests, Yurika had leaned in, and without another word, the platinum blonde had planted her lips against the side of her neck. Then, she’d bitten down. Amelie gasped, as her body jerked upwards.Yurika’s fake teeth weren’t as sharp as they looked. Unable to break skin, but more than enough to bruise. The act left Amelie breathless, eyes wide as the feelings overwhelmed her. The pain, the heat of Yurika’s breath, the touch of her soft lips and tongue against her skin. The feeling of her straining panty-bulge, grinding best it could into the damp cleft of her pussy through her buruma.It was happening again… The events with Haruka repeated in Amelie’s head, but this time was different. Yurika had learned of her secret. Where the spunky, blue-haired assailant from earlier had been content selfishly imagining herself using Amelie’s pussy, the vampire girl atop her would not have any need to employ her imagination.Preoccupied by the pain and the nightmarish “what-if” scenario, Amelie’s next few moments passed in a daze. She hardly noticed Yurika raising her body up from hers once more, also missing the moment the other girl slid her lace panties down her hips, to hang around her knees. When she finally managed to refocus her vision, she saw the older teen lick her lips, Amelie’s chest tightening as her fearful eyes darted down to the girl’s skirt. She was greeted by the sight of it hiked up by a most eagerly throbbing cock. Haruka’s had felt big as it was, but Yurika’s looked like it was all that and longer. It pulsated needily, a bead of cloudy fluid bubbling from the little slip at its tip when Amelie’s eyes settled upon it. As if its owner was excited at being noticed.Amelie recoiled. Even half-immobilized by anxiety, her legs still shaking, she tried to scoot away. Unable to create any notable distance before she was once again pinned and restrained by the older girl.“Be still now. You should feel honored that Yurika-sama desires this sort of intimacy from you,” the blonde chuckled out darkly, as she easily wrestled the younger girl back to the ground. She wasn’t particularly strong, but her position and slight size advantage were enough to overwhelm Amelie’s meagre resistance. And another press of her glossy lips to the girl’s already sensitive neck, a second bite delivered to her still-tingling skin, were enough to make the pretty little first year’s body go limp.This was the opening Yurika had been looking for, freeing her hands from restraining her victim so they could travel down to the svelte little student’s waist and grip the waist of her tight-fitting buruma. Before Amelie even had the chance to register Yurika’s movements, those bloomers were being yanked downwards with the swiftness and dexterity that might be expected of a top idol. Her frill-lined floral underwear went right with them, damp fabric peeling away from her delicate nethers to be immediately replaced by the hard, fleshy warmth of Yurika’s eager, feminine cock. The panic within Amelie exploded to an unbearable level, her hands instantly shooting up to push against Yurika’s shoulders.“Wait, Yurika-sama! I am-” she was silenced with a sudden, unexpected kiss.“...A virgin?” Yurika cut in. “I know.” The statement was true, and made Amelie wonder if this “vampire” could truly smell that she was an “untouched maiden”. It wasn’t what Amelie had intended to say, though. The fact that she had only just met Yurika, and was now about to be violated by her, was by far the greater concern! “Yurika-sama will be gentle for your first time!” The lack of consent apparently wasn’t a dealbreaker. Despite Amelie’s quite obvious physical and verbal protests, Yurika continued to impatiently press her cock into her young, virgin folds until…“KYAAAH!” Amelie couldn’t contain her scream as she felt something tear inside her. As Yurika’s smooth, graceful idol-cock slammed into her with all the subtlety and care of an enraged bull. The pain was overwhelming, her small, pristine schoolgirl pussy forced to stretch wide open, her flesh clenching and coiling on that invasive member as it throbbed and pulsed inside her. Tears filled her eyes at the sting, and the unfairness of it all. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She had spent the last couple of years avoiding men and boys as best she could, and made it into the all-girls school of her dreams. Yet here she was, being raped freely on the school grounds. Her virginity stolen before her second day here at Stardust could even begin.“My... Haah… my apologies, Hashimoto-san…” Yurika’s voice joined her own, laced with a bliss that stood in stark contrast with her own whimpers of agony. “Yurika-sama just didn’t expect your inner sanctum to feel so-” There was a pause in her words as she grit her teeth, and for a moment Amelie almost worried she was in pain. Before reminding herself how messed up it was that she was fussing about the girl who had just deflowered her against her will. “I-it’s good okay? Your pussy feels good!” Between her first and second line, the third-year’s voice had risen several octaves, matching the sudden spike in her pleasure.Amelie spent a moment wondering why she was being complimented. Perhaps to soften the blow of what Yurika was doing to her? To make it seem less cruel? The answer came when, rather than keeping her promise of gentleness, the vampiress pulled her hips back, only to slam down into her again, over and over. Amelie cried out as she felt Yurika’s throbbing member pump away at her sore and oversensitive little cunt plundering it for every ounce of selfish bliss she could steal from her unwilling prey.Tears ran down the first-year’s strained cheeks, while her trembling hands continued to push at her assailant. Her insides already felt more raw than the flesh of her neck, which Yurika had been covering in reddened bite and lip-gloss marks. Amelie could feel the older girl’s every throb, and the sickening sliminess of what could only be precum being smeared inside her. Her innocent eyes, glistening with wetness in the moonlight, sprang open.“W-wait, Yurika-sama!” Amelie pleaded, a fear rising within her that overpowered even the pain of Yurika’s thrusts into her — to her dismay — frustratingly receptive vagina. “Condom, condom! Are you wearing one?!” The blonde was upon her, inside her so fast, she was pretty sure she must have gone in bare. As if this wasn’t already cruel enough, the thought of having to drop out due to an unwanted pregnancy wrenched at Amelie’s heart. Yurika’s response was far from reassuring.“Why… Haaah… Why would Yurika-sama wear something to dull this delight?” she asked, retaining her act even in the face of her approaching climax.“Why would you?! Yurika-sama! I could get pregnant!” The answer, though obvious, was dismissed with another bite to Amelie’s neck, a loud, perverted moan against her sore skin. Yurika’s thrusts accelerated. The noise of the redhead’s squishy schoolgirl pussy soon joining the young woman’s passionate panting.“You… Nhnnnneed not worry, it’s a... a thousand years too soon for you to possibly be able to… haah… bear my children!” Yurika sang, though her words held an edge of excitement, betraying the truth. The thought of forcibly impregnating this cute junior idol had her further riled up. Her hips pumped more quickly, but their movements remained somehow elegant. Less so those of the cum-laden balls as they swung underneath that way-too-short skirt, slapping audibly against the smaller girl’s plump rear. Yurika had also seized Amelie’s struggling hands, pinning them down either side of the girl’s pretty head. Wanting to relish this connection as long as she could.Unfortunately for the both of them, it was Yurika’s orgasm that came “a thousand years too early”. Whether because of her own inexperience, or the way the first year’s unyieldingly tight and supple love canal embraced her length, her pleasure would not let itself be denied. One last deep thrust, one forceful, painful bite to Amelie’s already bruised neck. A final kiss of her swollen glans to the mouth of Amelie’s unsafe womb was all she could manage, before all that raw need inside her exploded.Damp and sweaty hips pressed together, stuck to each other like a pair of mating snails in the cold night. Amelie felt everything. Her rapist’s cock swelled in her pussy, as her balls tightened against her asshole. Then a thick stream of Yurika’s seed gushed forth into her vulnerable womb. One, two… three, each pump that came felt more powerful, more life-destroying than the last. Four, five, six… Amelie could only sob helplessly, the hopeful shine finally draining from her eyes as the rapturous moans from the older girl vibrated against her neck. Yurtika’s grip upon her wrists didn’t loosen, keeping Amelie restrained as her hips humped along to the rhythmic spurts of her seemingly endless ejaculation.The humping and biting didn’t cease until the horny dickgirl’s cock finally stopped twitching. Yurika finally seemed satisfied, having sufficiently marked the poor girl with her seed as well as her teeth. She slowly pulled back, shivering, panting, as out of breath as Amelie was.This was it, wasn’t it? Her rapist would give her a prideful look, and then leave her behind like nothing had happened. Just like Haruka. Left here ruined, with her future in question.Only, that was not what happened. The look of satisfaction on Yurika’s face didn’t linger for too long. Soon, as they gazed down upon the broken girl pinned beneath her, those chilling eyes of light teal took on a look of horror, of guilt.“This wasn’t…” With a sickening wet ‘pop’ Yurika withdrew her spent penis from the warmth of Amelie’s swollen pussy. Eyes trembled as she saw faint traces of blood mixed into the oozing overflow of hot dickgirl cum and Amelie’s vaginal fluids. Yurika scrambled to her feet, covering her mouth with one hand. “What have I…” Amelie barely had the strength to turn her head, confused by how remorseful the blonde seemed to be. Confusion which grew when Yurika grabbed her by her arm, and hoisted her to her feet with surprisingly little effort.And then, everything went black, Amelie falling limp in the girl’s arms as her adrenaline wore off, and the exhaustion of this traumatic event claimed her.“Here I believed I was the worst that could happen to the poor girl.” Amelie had no idea how long she had been out, but when she started to stir it was to the sound of a voice that was familiar, but she couldn't quite place no matter how she tried. “And I only used my fingers.” That was when it clicked, and where her eyes snapped open as she shot up from her horizontal position.When she looked around, Amelie found herself in the white, sterile surroundings of what seemed to be a medical ward. The rough, coarse fabric of a hospital gown pressed against her skin. Her gaze shot between her legs and was met with the familiar purple eyes of Yuri, the nurse she met on her audition day. Her body froze as she remembered that first day, this girl was an idol too wasn’t she? She was wearing that blue uniform under her coat… That means she also had a-“Calm down, I’m not going to force myself on you!” Yuri’s voice was raised, but without the slightest hint of anger. “When I heard you’d be my patient I… relieved myself beforehand.” There was a twinge of shame in her voice, covering her usual energetic personality.“Is… is she going to be okay?” Yurika’s voice still held the higher pitch and the worry from the end of their encounter. Amelie was at a loss for words. Both of these girls had sexually assaulted her. She knew she ought to feel far more threatened in their presence, but their worry for her seemed completely genuine.“You were… unnecessarily rough with her, to say the least. But she’ll make a full recovery in a day or so.” Yuri reassured Amelie. “Still, a horrible way to lose your virginity.” The cold Amelie felt was like being doused in ice water.“W-wait, you said that if I wasn’t a virgin-” Amelie began, clutching her heart, “-I couldn’t be an idol…” How many barriers to idoldom was fate going to erect against her?There was a pause as Yuri rose to her feet, looking awkwardly to the side as she ran her fingers through her short, auburn hair. “I did say that, didn’t I?” she sighed. “We don’t really check for that.” she admitted reluctantly. “Our fans don’t even know that their favourite idols have a penis, you think they’d know if we weren’t virgins?”Another pause. Followed by an awkward giggle. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to touch it!” Yuri suddenly blurted out, apologetically. “I'd never seen a pussy before, outside medical papers…” The shame in her tone was palpable, and almost cute, cute enough for Amelie to momentarily forget the girl was a sex offender at any rate. “And yours was really cute!” she went on. “I mean, it still is! A little reddened perhaps, but still just as pretty!"At this point Amelie no longer knew if she should feel flattered, offended, angry, or distraught. Was every girl in this school a pervert?“Am I going to be pregnant?” she’d posed the question before she even realized it. Part of her told her that her dream was in ruins, that she shouldn’t even want to be an idol if this was how she was going to be treated. But another part reminded her that as long as she had the will of an idol. If she still had a chance, she should take it.“It’s too early to tell.” Yuri simply told her, doing little to lift Amelie’s spirits. “But I’d say it’s rather unlikely! Your first time, at your age?” That at least sounded comforting, noncommittal as the answer was.“Thank you for taking care of me, Yuri-san.” Amelie’s stomach was still queasy, her legs still shaky, and her insides still felt raw. “I will be taking my leave then.” Her voice sounded numb at this point. To say her resolve had been shaken would be putting it mildly. But given what she’d been made to endure, she was taking it extremely well. Even though her dreams felt a lot less rose-tinted at this point.“Hashimoto-san!” As she exited the clinic, the voice of Yurika once more caught up to her. Amelie’s body tensed, almost expecting to feel a pair of lecherous hands upon her dainty form any second.What wasn’t on her short list of things to expect, was for Yurika to jump in front of her, and push into her arms what appeared to be a large yellow plush toy. A crescent moon with a cutesy cartoon face. The action, as well as the suddenness left Amelie completely stupefied.She looked towards Yurika for answers, but instead found her bashfully averting her eyes, and shifting her weight from one leg to another.“You.. you can’t give up!” she finally uttered, her voice unsteady. “You have a moon to chase!” Yurika demanded, more firmly now. The crease of the younger girl’s confused brow deepend. Then she remembered that, like her, Yurika was a fan of Mizuki’s, the “beautiful moon” who’d attended Stardust before them. “What I did was unforgivable, but… I want to make it right!” continued Yurika. Instinctively, Amelie felt herself gripping the stuffed figure more firmly, pressing it against her tummy and her little chest. She wasn’t sure what this girl could do that would make her not feel anxious around her. “I will report myself to the headmistress and-”“That’s not what I want.” Amelie’s response was instant. Sure Yurika had done something horrible to her. She was still a bit scared it would happen again. But she had a dream too, right? “You clearly regret what you’ve done, and your dreams aren’t worth any less than mine!” she declared, causing Yurika to pause for a while.“O-of course I regret it!” Yurika stammered, her face red.“It didn’tnot feel amazing, and I wasn’t not just a little excited at the prospect of you bearing my child but-” she paused. This was exactly why she had to do what she said she’d do. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Her voice was sober, forlorn. “It may not look like it at times, but most of us want each other to succeed.” Amelie had never been good with conflict, and perhaps she was too forgiving. Nevertheless, she could feel the resentment she held for the girl who raped her ebbing away.It was always hard for Amelie to hate. How could she view her fellow students as monsters when this girl was pouring her heart out to her? It was the platinum blonde’s final line though, that truly got her:“If I am expelled… I shall cheer you on instead.”
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