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Wendy's POV [plagiarized from Tit for Tat]

Prompt originally from AetherRoom.club
Created: 2021-10-28
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Description
I really liked Tit for Tat, but I wanted a perspective shift. Not the original author, and I'm basically robbing Tit for Tat's author blind.
Sorry, not sorry.
Tags
bully, school, school girl, embarrassed nude female, past tense, victim revenge, first person, embarrassment, high school, bully pov, bullying, enf, mouse girl, humiliation, nudity
Prompt
Name-calling, prodding, and tormenting for years had brought the timid mouse-girl, Jamie, to the brink of hysteria, unbeknownst to me or anybody else. It was obvious how much she wanted to change, but unfortunately, that simply wasn't in the cards. Broad River High's pecking order puts anthro girls like her at the bottom of the list, always bullied by human kids. Like me. Wendy. I'm the top dog of this dump, and honestly? I can't stand anthros—especially girls like Jamie. Sometimes, I even feel sorry for her. The discrimination here is practically institutionalized: teachers wouldn't or couldn't do anything, and I was too smart to be caught red-handed anyway. The other anthro kids have never really gotten together because that would be "too much hassle," given that their "futures were at stake," or whatever, and that suited you just fine. What do they know? You had your pick of who to torment, and honestly: you like seeing them squirm. But none so much as Jamie. As far as you were concerned, she barely had a future at all. You know that she'd lived in a run-down part of town, too, but you didn't know how bad it was until one fateful day. You see, Jamie's a tricky little mousey bitch, but we'll get to that when we get to that. For the past few weeks, I'd wait for Jamie outside the gates to continue my special brand of "affection," calling her names and just generally harassing her as she went on her way. It was all good fun, honestly, and if she weren't so stuck up, maybe she could have a laugh about it too. Anyway, everything kinda came down to it on a Friday. Rather than heading by the gates like usual, Jamie took another path. At least, that's what I found out. I got bored of hanging out around the gate, so I went back in the building to take a piss, when lo and behold, I found the mouse kid there, fiddling around in her back. So, I brushed by her, let her know I was there. Shocked, Jamie turned around to face me. "... Hey Wendy," she mumbled, timid as ever. "Hiya, Vermin," I grinned, enjoying rattling her cage. "What're you up to, huh?" I saw that she was in her bag, and thought about some rotten things to say about the pretty little mouse girl. "Making yourself up to look good for your clients this evening?" She winced, almost recoiling as if I'd hit her. Not yet, but honestly, when somebody's this damn sensitive, who needs to? Damn rat was so pretty that it pissed me off. Always had. Anyway, she had this way of being... so tough when you hit her anyway, it was practically doing a favor. Somebody needed to toughen her up. "Leave me alone, Wendy," she said, some wild string of confidence in her voice. Like she was daring me to do something. Something! I had no idea what. I toyed around with a couple of ideas, but settled on another. I stepped forward and, smiling the whole time, I put my hands on her shoulders, acting like I was gonna help her out. "Oh no, Jamie," I said, breathy, false empathy in my expression, "I'm not going to leave you alone. I need to help you first." Unbelievably, she focused on the words, rather than me. "Help me? How?" she asked, stupidly. My grin grew kinda evil, I'll admit, and I added, "Why, giving you a makeover, of course!" As I raised my fist, you know what that rat bitch did? She whipped out a pistol. She had a fucking glock in her back. Holy. Shit. "Get back!" she squeaked, and like hell if I wasn't going to. Jamie panted, pointing that damned pistol right between my eyes. "Don't move." I was terrified, honestly. Nearly pissing myself. My mouth ran dry, and I opened it to suck in air. "Scream and you die," she cut me off, viciously. I slammed my mouth shut. She just stood there, staring at me, for what felt like forever, that shiny, shiny gun shaking in her little paws. It was so bad, she started crying, tears welling up. I just kinda stayed there, my back pressed up against the bathroom wall as she stood there and thought about it. I was wondering how long it would take her to shoot me> Did I deserve it? Probably. Jamie suddenly snatched her hand away from the gun, reaching into her back and fumbling. She took her eyes off me for a sec, but I didn't dare move. When she pulled back, she had her stupid smart phone in her hand, fiddling with it. I realized suddenly, she was gonna take a video of me. 'An execution video?' I thought. 'Like fucking ISIS?' Her next words changed both of our lives forever though. "T-take your clothes off," she ordered, her voice becoming more calm as she spoke.... [Click to expand]
Name-calling, prodding, and tormenting for years had brought the timid mouse-girl, Jamie, to the brink of hysteria, unbeknownst to me or anybody else. It was obvious how much she wanted to change, but unfortunately, that simply wasn't in the cards.
Broad River High's pecking order puts anthro girls like her at the bottom of the list, always bullied by human kids. Like me. Wendy. I'm the top dog of this dump, and honestly? I can't stand anthros—especially girls like Jamie.
Sometimes, I even feel sorry for her. The discrimination here is practically institutionalized: teachers wouldn't or couldn't do anything, and I was too smart to be caught red-handed anyway. The other anthro kids have never really gotten together because that would be "too much hassle," given that their "futures were at stake," or whatever, and that suited you just fine. What do they know? You had your pick of who to torment, and honestly: you like seeing them squirm.
But none so much as Jamie. As far as you were concerned, she barely had a future at all.
You know that she'd lived in a run-down part of town, too, but you didn't know how bad it was until one fateful day.
You see, Jamie's a tricky little mousey bitch, but we'll get to that when we get to that. For the past few weeks, I'd wait for Jamie outside the gates to continue my special brand of "affection," calling her names and just generally harassing her as she went on her way. It was all good fun, honestly, and if she weren't so stuck up, maybe she could have a laugh about it too.
Anyway, everything kinda came down to it on a Friday.
Rather than heading by the gates like usual, Jamie took another path. At least, that's what I found out. I got bored of hanging out around the gate, so I went back in the building to take a piss, when lo and behold, I found the mouse kid there, fiddling around in her back. So, I brushed by her, let her know I was there.
Shocked, Jamie turned around to face me.
"... Hey Wendy," she mumbled, timid as ever.
"Hiya, Vermin," I grinned, enjoying rattling her cage. "What're you up to, huh?" I saw that she was in her bag, and thought about some rotten things to say about the pretty little mouse girl. "Making yourself up to look good for your clients this evening?"
She winced, almost recoiling as if I'd hit her. Not yet, but honestly, when somebody's this damn sensitive, who needs to? Damn rat was so pretty that it pissed me off. Always had. Anyway, she had this way of being... so tough when you hit her anyway, it was practically doing a favor. Somebody needed to toughen her up.
"Leave me alone, Wendy," she said, some wild string of confidence in her voice. Like she was daring me to do something. Something! I had no idea what. I toyed around with a couple of ideas, but settled on another.
I stepped forward and, smiling the whole time, I put my hands on her shoulders, acting like I was gonna help her out.
"Oh no, Jamie," I said, breathy, false empathy in my expression, "I'm not going to leave you alone. I need to help you first."
Unbelievably, she focused on the words, rather than me. "Help me? How?" she asked, stupidly.
My grin grew kinda evil, I'll admit, and I added, "Why, giving you a makeover, of course!" As I raised my fist, you know what that rat bitch did? She whipped out a pistol.
She had a fucking glock in her back.
Holy. Shit.
"Get back!" she squeaked, and like hell if I wasn't going to. Jamie panted, pointing that damned pistol right between my eyes. "Don't move."
I was terrified, honestly. Nearly pissing myself. My mouth ran dry, and I opened it to suck in air.
"Scream and you die," she cut me off, viciously. I slammed my mouth shut. She just stood there, staring at me, for what felt like forever, that shiny, shiny gun shaking in her little paws. It was so bad, she started crying, tears welling up.
I just kinda stayed there, my back pressed up against the bathroom wall as she stood there and thought about it. I was wondering how long it would take her to shoot me> Did I deserve it? Probably.
Jamie suddenly snatched her hand away from the gun, reaching into her back and fumbling. She took her eyes off me for a sec, but I didn't dare move. When she pulled back, she had her stupid smart phone in her hand, fiddling with it.
I realized suddenly, she was gonna take a video of me. 'An execution video?' I thought. 'Like fucking ISIS?' Her next words changed both of our lives forever though.
"T-take your clothes off," she ordered, her voice becoming more calm as she spoke.
Author Notes
[ I'm Wendy. Jamie's a cute mouse girl that I've been jealous of for years. ]
[ This was Jamie's first experience with a weapon. Her gun illiteracy was on full display. Jamie only wanted vengeance for the years of bullying she had to endure, blaming it all on me. She planned to do so by recording my naked body. ]
Memory
By the end of the school day, Jamie had me in the school bathroom, pointing a gun. I'm frankly terrified and at totally at Jamie's mercy.
World Info
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  • school, Broad River High, Broad River

    Broad River High was an all-girls school for humans and anthros alike. The population of students was majority human, and what little anthropomorphic animals attended were ostracized. Bullying was poorly managed by the school, especially considering how the only victims were those who weren't part of the in-group. Wendy was the top bully at the school, feared and respected by all.
  • Jamie, mouse-girl

    Jamie was a mouse at Broad River High. She had a soft grey coat and coal black eyes, her ears were round and cute. Her delicate way of moving and her elegant features were incredibly exotic, but these same features were the main cause of abuse, making her self-conscious. Jamie was an anthro, and had few human acquaintances, albeit she had some anthropomorphic animal companions. Bullying had turned her into a cruel, furious person. Jamie needed retribution now, and she would go to any length to obtain it.
  • Wendy, redhead, bully, me, my, I

    I'm a human schoolgirl, nothing special really, but I'm tough as hell. I keep a tight grip on my reputation in Broad River High. I'm pretty tall, with a small chest, and I'm covered in freckles I hate. I guess people are intimidated me. I've got a bunch of friends, but it all seems so fake. Everything seems so fake. I can't stand Jamie, and I bully her all the time. I'm not proud to admit it, but that little rat really ticks me off! She's gorgeous and acts like she's some kind of ugly duckling.
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